#like you could fit a scooter in front of the house that's about it

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You'd be a fool not to tip your hat to the twelve-foot skeleton Nix is currently putting up in she and Arthur's tiny excuse for a front yard as you're walking by. A fool.

#she'd have started on the 1st but likes to give Arthur a little breathing space before all the hellish shit starts popping up #for now it's just the skelly out front #the original design for their townhouse had steps out front but since they're actually ground level #that space is the tiniest walled yard #like you could fit a scooter in front of the house that's about it #or a 12 foot friend #as nix is wont to do #he's wearing an xl mother of three t-shirt from her merch store #its free promo

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player: Virgil van Dijk words: 798 request: Virgil van Dijk - she / her - 500 - 900 - Virgil and her spending his day off in Christmas pjs while watching Christmas films and drinking hot chocolates, getting some much needed cuddles in <3

Over the years of them dating, she’s made numerous threats to get Virgil in matching Christmas PJs and each time December has rolled around, he’s lived in a soft coated fear that this is the year she’ll make him do it. Because he would because she asked. So far it hasn’t happened and he’d started to suspect it was purely to watch him keep on his toes wondering when it was going to happen and today it’s happened. 

Virgil went out to the store, armed with a list of things for the next few days that they needed, including a snack and drink list. And despite him being out of the house, she’d found herself tiptoeing to the spot where she’d hid her purchase and carefully retrieved it and found that now it was time, there was just something naughty about holding it and it even though she could let out her happiness while he wasn’t in, it took everything in her to force back her smile and pull herself together. 

She’d gone for a simple design, not wanting it to be “honey i just puked Christmas everywhere” but it certainly couldn’t be mistaken for something else. A soft background made way for cartoon gingerbread men, sprigs of holly and candy canes. Presents were dotted here and there along with Christmas puddings. There were no sleighs, no Santa hats, no trees, no reindeer, no Ho Ho Hos or Merry Christmas variations but it still said HI, I’M A CHRISTMAS PYJAMA proudly and Virgil was going to hate it. 

“They were out of those festive shortbreads you wanted,” he calls out when he returns home, a cold breeze sweeps through the foyer before he can close the door and the sound of his keys clunking in the key dish on the sideboard seems to echo throughout. “But I got everything else on the list. It’s busy though, so many people are in a hurry today. A little old lady nearly took my legs from under me on her mobility scooter, she was not messing around.”

The image of her big boyfriend getting his legs knocked from under him by an old aged pensioner made her chuckle out loud and he followed the sound of it until he found her. 

“The last few years have treated me too good. What is this, baby?” he asks in disbelief but can’t stop the laugh that sounds. He leaves the carrier bags on the side and steps towards her, drinking it all in. “You look ridiculous.” 

“Well that’s not very kind. Imagine yourself in this little get up.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Well, lucky for you, you don’t need to imagine it.” She smiles up at him and watches as his own falters. 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Don’t you be like this. Go on, it’s upstairs. Slip into something a little more…comfortable, why don’t you?” She wiggles her eyebrows at him before rummaging through the bags. “Ooooh, they had the spiced cookies though.” she says happily, tearing open the packet as she walks away.

-

The laugh that had burst from her was indescribable. She’d had to clamp a hand over her mouth to try and stop herself.  

“I look Ridiculous.” He says, standing in front of the TV like a child being made to stand in front of the door for their “first day back at school” photo. 

“Your expression makes you look ridiculous.” She counters, swinging her legs over the side of the couch and leans forward to get a better look at him. “The fit looks good though.”

“Oh well then, as long as the fit looks good,” he huffs and makes his way over to the sofa, sits himself down and swipes at one of the Stroopwafels that he’d picked up earlier. With a chewy caramel centre and one half dipped in a Lotus drip and sprinkled with crushed biscuit, it was a sure fire way to get a smile on his face. Rain was starting to pelt the windows but with the candles lit, the tv casting a warm light and the fake fireplace roaring away, it felt cosy. She’s brought out the Christmas tree patterned blankets and made sure everything is set for a snuggly afternoon. 

Two movies in, Virgil had moved from his side of the sofa to laying with his head on her chest as she stroked over his face and through his hair gently. 

“Have you forgiven me yet?”“I can’t be mad when they’re this comfy.” he admits with a frown and snuggles a little bit harder, shifting his body until he’s happy again. And though she suspects he was never really annoyed in the first place, she says nothing; she allows him to keep his pride and dignity and goes along with the facade.

#football imagine #football one shot #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #football blurb #football fanfiction #football fanfic #footballer fanfiction #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil van dijk imagine #virgil van dijk drabble #virgil van dijk fanfic #virgil van dijk blurb

[siennaditbot]

Here's my suggestion for a scene we didn't see in Kim Possible: So the Drama <3

A tiny fluffy fic thing :>

~

"You know, Ron, we'd better hurry", Kim smiled at her best friend coyly. She was feeling a lot of feelings and wanted to get going already. It only confused him.

"Hurry where?"

"You'll see." She took his hand and the two hurried to Ron's scooter they had left nearby.

The day had been a rollercoaster of emotions, and, to be honest, that wasn't going to change any time soon. Big Drakken plan with huge robots, the whole Bueno Nacho sitch, Eric's role in everything, and Ron finally coming to terms with his feelings - even telling Kim about it in an uplifting but roundabout way.

Now that things were finally starting to calm down a little, both got the chance to organize their thoughts. Kim didn't tell Ron where they were heading, so both had their thoughts going a mile a minute.

Ron was getting more and more nervous as minutes and miles passed.

Where was she taking him? Should he be polite and put his hands on her shoulders this time or is the usual hip-waist hold okay? What was her reaction to his confession again? Did she get it even though he was interrupted and pretty indirect? What's going to happen if she did get it?

That made him tighten his hold on her a little. Be it rejection or becoming a couple, he would honor her decision, but would obviously prefer the latter. Then he.... could kiss her again. Properly this time. He looked up at her, even though she couldn't look back at the moment. She's so important to him, he doesn't want to mess this up.

In front of him, Kim's mind was getting clearer and clearer as she drove.

So, Eric was a syntho-drone and part of a surprisingly cunning Drakken plan. Explains why he appeared at such a perfect time and why he was so perfect in general. Truly the perfect distraction.

If it wasn't for Ron..... He got her out of the prom princess mindset and back into business. He brought her out of her slump. He made sure she knew that she wasn't unlovable. He.... told her he liked her.

That wasn't a new thought to her. She has suspected he might have had feelings for her for quite some time actually - he was always more open to that whole concept than she was. She... has had feelings for him for a while now as well, but she was in major denial for many reasons, most important one being the fear of ruining their friendship. The whole moodulator business also made her afraid of rejection - he had broken up with her, after all, even though he had kissed her back.

Eric appearing and fitting into the whole "food chain" business was the perfect solution to Bonnie's dumb stuff, her own fears and the obvious recent "there's something there" kind of awkwardness she's had with Ron. She could've taken the first step, but she was afraid. Eric was the easy path.

But now? Ron had taken the plunge and shared his feelings first. He took the risk, just to help her get her mojo back. She really needed to thank him for that.

What was going to happen now?

Whatever it will be, she knows they can deal with it. For now, she just wants to get back to prom with him this time, apologize, and thank him for everything. She hasn't been... the nicest best friend since she met Eric. He had taken up all the space in her head. She barely paid any attention to Ron, even as a friend! No wonder he called her words pretty when she said nothing would change what they're all about. A lot already had.

~

It took a while, but the two finally arrived at the wreckage of a house that was the Possible residence at the moment. The tweebs and Kim's parents among a few neighbours were trying their best to clean up enough for the Possibles to still be able to sleep at home that night. Broken walls were nothing new to them, after all.

"Ah, right. Completely forgot about this mess."

Kim rolled her eyes with a smile and got up, removing her helmet. Ron did the same.

"Oh, oh, I bet your battle suit is gonna help with this! It does give you super strength, right?"

"It enhances my abilities a bit, sure, and could be of use here, but fixing the place isn't why we were in such a hurry."

He was even more confused as they walked up to meet Kim's parents.

"I know you save the world frequently but I'm always so relieved when you both come home alright", Ann said and looked at her daughter with motherly pride. She then looked up and around. James immediately understood what his wife was thinking.

"Did Eric still decide to stay at the prom while you two went to do your thing?"

He wasn't very happy about the idea. Not that her daughter needed protection, she was plenty capable, but what kind of a boyfriend doesn't help when the stakes are this high?

"Uhh.. So, he was a syntho-drone with the sole purpose of distracting me", Kim shrugged nonchalantly. "So not the drama. We're in a hurry though, dad, so I'll give you two the deets later, ok?"

She gave both her parents a quick peck on the cheek and eagerly dragged Ron towards the house.

"Okay, I'm going to get ready for round two, you go get into that blue suit of yours. Meet me in 10?"

He nodded, still baffled but starting to understand where she was going with this.

Both hurried to get changed, one almost giddy, the other in disbelief.

~

Ron got up the stairs to his room and dug out his dad's old suit he had stuffed to the very back of his closet. Out of sight, out of mind, after all. Rufus jumped to sit on the dresser while Ron got changed.

"Am... am I really about to go to prom with Kim now?"

Rufus nodded with a just-as-baffled 'uh-huh'.

"And not as friends??"

Another nod from Rufus.

"Not the way I thought today would end, but who am I to argue", he smiled, pulling his fancy pants on.

He walked up to the mirror and reached out for his little pal.

"Still can't do the bowtie though."

Rufus hopped onto his hand and started tying the bowtie again, just like he had done only a few hours ago.

"Guess I was right about the 'something there' part, huh."

He looked at the disbelief in his reflection, also taking the chance to make sure his face was as ok as it can be after everything they went through.

"I'm glad I finally got that mushy stuff out there, though. Wasn't as humiliating as I thought, either. Not sure if I'm happy about the interruption", he looked at Rufus with a raised eyebrow, "but it seems I said enough at least."

Rufus shrugged and finished tying the bowtie. The two did a tiny high-five, and headed back out.

~

Meanwhile, Kim was trying hard to tame her battle-frazzled hair. She was in her sparkly dress already, deciding to go with it even though it got ruined. The frayed edge gave it extra character? It also punches another hole into the perfect expectations the concept of prom apparently has.

The whole Eric thing was already draining out of her system. It really wasn't that deep, huh. Was she that shallow? Did she just want attention and a pretty boy to make Bonnie eat her words?

Whatever it was, she's glad it crashed and burned. The whole thing had had her in a daze. Now she was in her right mind, though filled with nerves and adrenaline, and her buried feelings for Ron were starting to resurface - hard.

She barely managed to get her necklace on before darting out the door. She was eager to see his face when he saw her again. He had seen her in the dress already, yes, but this time the dress meant she was going with him.

She didn't see him inside the house, so she peeked out and saw him in his expectation-breaking blue suit, talking to her parents. He was smiling softly. His face brightened instantly when he noticed Kim from behind James' shoulder.

"I hope you're not grilling him again, dad."

"This is much less of a grilling than what he got for the Middleton Days outing. Right, Ronald?"

"Yeah. No black holes mentioned."

"He was about to put a 'no boys policy' into place, but me and Ron managed to talk him out of that", Ann added with a gentle laugh.

"One time you almost died out of embarrassment - literally may I add - , one time you were under that blasted device's control and got broken up with", he shot a quick look at Ron, causing him to grin awkwardly, "and the most recent one turned out to be a syntho-goo filled drone. That's not a good track record, Kimmy-cub", James said seriously, counting the cases with his fingers.

"He really might have done it if not for Ron", Ann smiled and looked at Ron with both softness and motherly protectiveness in her eyes. "He's an exception, as long as he's not about to take you out to break up with you again."

"Not gonna happen, Mrs. Dr. P. Promise", he placed one hand on his heart and raised the other up.

"Good. Then you're almost free to go. Dear?"

James fished his camera out of his pocket and handed it to his wife. She gestured for the kids to get closer together to pose for a photo.

Both Kim and Ron blushed slightly, awkward with this new tone in their relationship. Ron contemplated putting his arm around her "boyfriend style", but shyly decided to place his hand on her shoulder blade instead. She took a tiny step closer to him. Both looked at the camera with small and shy but content smiles on their faces.

"Okay, super cute. That's going on the wall. Have a nice night, you two."

"No black hole threats but you'd better treat her right, Ronald. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Dr. P."

"Good."

"C'mon, we don't wanna miss the whole thing after all this, do we?" Kim took his arm and guided him towards the scooter.

"Definitely not", Ron grinned, still reeling from the idea that this was actually happening.

He tossed her helmet to her like always, and the two hopped on the bike. What was new, however, was Kim wrapping her arms around him and leaning against his back. He was frozen for a moment, but soon started the motor with a soft grin.

~

Things got more nerve-wracking and real when they got closer to the school. They couldn't just waltz in without anyone noticing, right?

After a bit of nerve gathering and contemplation, Ron took her hand.

"People are going to talk about it anyway. Why not make a proper entrance?" he smiled, trying to lighten the nervous mood.

"Yeah. Rip the bandaid off or whatever", she grinned in response.

The two looked at each other, both absolutely sure about doing this, and opened the gym door.

~

I'm happy with this. Posted on AO3 as well. A cute lil thing <33

#kim possible #kim possible so the drama #ron stoppable #kim possible x ron stoppable #kim x ron #kimron #kim possible fanfic #fanfic #SDB rambles #not technically but i don't have a fic tag #SDB fics #i guess? #not sure if there's gonna be more than this though

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[epigstolary]

Just A Number

“You’re too young to be so fat” is something you’ve heard all your life. From your youth spent snacking in front of the tv, to your high school years indulging at restaurants or the mall, to your college years eating late-night pizza and junk in your dorm room, you’ve always been big enough to get that comment out of people. Parents, friends, boyfriends and girlfriends have all watched your advancing waistline with alarm, worrying about the fact that — no matter how big you had been when they last saw you — you were always bigger the next time.

And so they’d express their worry to you. These are the best years of your life, they’d say — you should be getting out and enjoying them, not sitting on the sidelines stuffing your face. Someone your age shouldn’t have trouble finding clothes that fit, or such a hard time making it up a flight of stairs that you have to stop halfway. You needed to try and watch the weight a little. Sometimes you wonder how things would have turned out if you had followed their advice.

But you didn’t. And so, you waddled across the stage at graduation and into a young adulthood that freed you from even the limited structure of university life. You landed some regular freelance work that paid the bills and let you work entirely from home. And you kept gorging yourself on whatever delicious food you wanted, whenever you wanted it. There was nobody to tell you what time meals were supposed to be, nobody to question your incessant snacking. While other people your age were going out with their friends, traveling to exotic places, partying, and living their lives, you were home by yourself most of the time. Craving. Consuming. Expanding.

With total freedom from a schedule and your last reason for even limited physical activity gone, the creeping tide of weight gain over the past few years turned into a flood. The snacking, meals, grocery deliveries, and takeout orders became constant. You would look like a completely different person to someone who had gone a couple months without seeing you, packing on fifty pounds or more from season to season. Eventually, your friends and family gave up on trying to save you from what was increasingly looking like an unstoppable force, propelling you faster and faster toward destroying yourself.

I suppose for normal people, there’s never an age where it’s expected someone will be too fat to leave the house. But it’s your mid-20s, and here you are. You spend eighteen hours a day on the couch, pinned beneath a flowing belly the size of a bean bag chair and two bulbous titties connecting to the massive rolls of fat under your arms. Laptop perched atop your wobbling stomach, you try to type with sausage fingers you’re even starting to have trouble bending, taking breaks every few minutes to rest your bloated arms.

As they fall to your sides, the fat on your biceps — bigger around than a healthy adult’s waist — puckers, flowing over the layers of rolls bulging from your abdomen. Your forearm fat shifts down toward your hands, making an impressive roll around your pudgy wrist. You try and shift a little to get more comfortable, wiggling your tremendous butt and shapeless legs around to try and resettle yourself. As you take up most of the couch now, there’s not much room to change positions. Instead, you stretch, wiggling the toes peeking out from the distended blobs of fat, now hundreds of pounds in their own right, that pass for your legs.

Shocking as those legs are, they can still support you during your labored, stumbling trips to the front door a couple times a day. Here, you collect the tens of thousands of calories you have to put away to keep you in this lard prison you’ve built for yourself. But you don’t think of it that way. You see it as a treat. After all, you just did a full-body workout lumbering to the door and back; why shouldn’t you reward yourself for keeping up with your fitness?

Except that nobody’s fooled by what’s going on here — not even you, on those rare occasions when the delusion lifts and you get a lucid look at your situation. There’s nothing normal about a twentysomething eating themself to the size of a California king mattress. There’s no excuse for being too heavy to waddle out your front door, ignoring whether you could even still squeeze your outrageous bulk through it. And all those admirers on the internet — talking about how sexy you look, how much they want to feed you, how they’d love to see you even bigger — are all really thinking the same thing.

They would push you to your limit if they had half a chance. Forget being able to waddle to the door; they want you so blown up with lard and full of food that you’re not rolling over without help. They want you a wheezing, blubbery mess with so many rolls, folds, blobs, and bulges covering your body that you’re almost unrecognizable as a person. They want to see you reaching pathetically across your expanse of fat, trying to get the feeding tube that’s slipped away from you, and looking at them pleadingly for help to restore the sickening flow of calories into your ruined body. They want you to end your twenties as a fat cow, insatiably feeding and alarmingly obese, eating yourself to death.

And they’d probably tease you by telling you about their day out of the house, and all the things that they got to do that a half-ton bariatric patient like you can never hope to do again. Fit in a car. Go shopping, mobility scooter or not. Literally just be outside without having countless amazed stares and snarky comments from all the people, shocked at seeing someone in their twenties who already weighs as much as five or six people. Shame those are off the table for you, they’d say; guess you better eat some more to make yourself feel better.

You’re not quite that big — not yet, at least. Your weight may be wildly out of control compared to most people your age, but even so it takes some time for those bad eating habits to reach critical mass. Give it a few years, though. Even if you manage to get a handle on your rapid expansion, there’s no chance you’re losing any weight. You’re too used to living this way to give it up. That number on the scale will keep creeping up, slowly but surely. You’ll be reminded of your inevitable fate by how your clothes feel like they’re slowly constricting, squeezing your belly and rolls tighter and tighter; how it feels like someone’s turning up gravity on you a little every day. But you can’t pin this on your clothes or the laws of physics. You only have yourself, and your gluttony, to blame.

You didn’t get this big, this fast, without wanting to on some level. And as long as that something is there, driving you, you won’t be stopping. So make peace with the fact that you have just a few more years, at most, before you’re too big to be anything but someone’s fantasy feedee. You may as well have another bite, another helping, another meal. Because age — and weight — is just a number, right?

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Tik Tok Leggings

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Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

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You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

#henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x plus size reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x you

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I Screwed My Hot Older Neighbors

TW/CW: Smut, Beer, Slight Age Gap, Threesome, Pornstar

Thanks @punkkkkboi for basically writing the whole thing

It’s literally the title

Thomas and Noelle belong to @lumosinlove

Clay had just turned twenty a few days ago, he was sitting out on his family’s porch. A couple is moving in across the street. They just moved here from Canada, at least that's what his mother told him. He didn’t know what it was about this couple but the woman in the relationship seemed oddly familiar and the man was just… Oddly gorgeous. 

Clay has never been one to explore his sexuality, he was pretty confident that he loved women. He has had many girlfriends, not to brag or anything but he just mentioned how much he adores women. Ladies. The female gender identity. He loved them all. 

He hasn’t actually seen the woman over at the new neighbors house all that often, she came home at odd times but left at 8:30 am every morning. 

He definitely wasn’t watching them too much… right?

Watching this new mysterious man move boxes out of a Uhaul into the cozy little house just a few yards away. Clay was acting like he was on his phone so it wasn’t super weird for him to be outside all the time. It was summer in california now so it was hot, and the neighbor was sweating up a storm. 

Clay’s favorite time of day was when their shirt clinging to this handsome man's back came off. This guy had a choke hold on him. He was tall, at least a couple inches taller than Clay himself. His dark skin made the sun’s glow shine like metal. He was fit, his hair was tight coils on the top of his head with a fade on the sides and back. Every once in a while he would notice Clay staring and give him a small friendly wave. 

Those times would give him butterflies in his stomach. Clay wasn’t against trying something out with a man but he genuinely would have no idea what he was doing and that scared him. He liked to know what he was doing. 

Clay worked at a grocery store as a little time away from his parents, he loved them with all his heart. But getting away was pretty nice. He takes care of his dad when his mom is at work and vice versa. His father had an accident with a forklift when he was younger and now rides around on an electric scooter that he modified to go faster when he first got it. He wasn’t completely disabled but he is very absentminded and has a tendency to get himself into situations that he thinks he can handle on his own when he actually can’t. Therefore he needs someone to help him out from time to time. 

He stood at his cash register ringing up a sweet old woman who was buying eight pounds of jalapenos. When she left the next person in line stood in front of him while he put some hand sanitizer on. He looked up and almost passed out. His new neighbor was buying house essentials like paper towels and plates. The older man shoots him a smile and Clay can’t help but smile back. 

“You’re my new neighbor, right?” The older man's voice was silky smooth and just so pleasant to hear. 

“Yeah, I live across the street.” 

“I knew it! I’d recognize that face anywhere. I’m Thomas by the way.” Clay can feel his face heating up as he continues to scan the items and tell Thomas his name back quietly. “Your mom stopped by earlier and invited us to dinner tonight.” 

“Really? She loves inviting people over, so it doesn’t surprise me.” Clay tells him his prices and clicks the button to let Thomas’ use his card. 

“She’s incredibly sweet. Noelle and I said we would stop by around 6, will you be there?” 

“I- Yeah, I get off around three.” 

“I’ll see you then.” Thomas winks putting the sunglasses that sat on top of his head back over his eyes, Clay didn’t even notice them the entire time they were talking. The older man leaves and clay takes a breath. How was he supposed to last three more hours!

Clay rushed home after his shift, showering, changing and going back down the stairs to help his mother cook as fast as he could. He was giddy, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable. The couple show up just after six, having a gift of wine for them. This was the first time Clay has been able to get a good look at Noelle. 

She was fucking stunning, and so familiar but he could not put his finger on it. She was dressed in some baggy yet stylish jeans with a tight shirt on and from what he could tell, no bra. Her hair was beautifully curly in a naturally messy way. Her eyes were dark hazel but still shined bright through her dark eyelashes. Her tan skin and a couple small moles on her left cheek made her undeniably beautiful. On top of that, she was kind. She subtly helped his father by moving things on the table closer to him when he wasn’t paying attention. She raved about how good the food was, complimenting his mother constantly. 

“Actually it was my son Clay who cooked the meal tonight.” His mom sends him a wink which just makes him internally groan annoyed that she has put the spotlight on him. He just smiles and Noelle turns to him. Their seating somehow ended up with him sitting between the lovely couple. 

“Oh really? Well, you’re a very good cook. Driving all the way down here from Canada we lived off fast food. It’s great to have a homemade meal.” 

“Thank you, if you ever need another meal you can stop by anytime.” Clay felt something touch his leg on the other side of him, he looks down and realizes he’s being jumpy for no reason. Thomas was just sitting with his legs wide like most men do, Clay included. Their thighs were pressed against each other pretty firmly and Clay didn’t want to move at all. 

The rest of the evening was great! The conversations were fun and chill, Noelle would put a hand on his arm or bump him with her elbow while Thomas would poke fun at his overgrown hair. His parents were laughing and enjoying the interactions as well. At the end of the night they all went out to the porch to say a friendly goodbye.

His mother hugged the two and once again told them to stop by at any time, his father sat in the doorway and Noelle hugged him as well, Thomas just shook his hand. Eventually his parents went inside leaving the three on the porch together. Clay felt a bit awkward, rubbing his arm as he shifted from foot to foot. 

“Tonight was fun, if you need anything just let us know.” Noelle says and runs her hand down his arm that he was rubbing, stopping on his hand and squeezing it before taking her hand back. 

“Same goes for you.” 

“I could use some help moving our bigger furniture into the house this upcoming week. Noelle has to work and I can’t move it on my own.” 

“I have to work for the next few days but I’m off on wednesday. My dad has a doctor's appointment that my mom is taking him to so I won’t have anything to do.” Clay smiles at them and they send one back. 

“I’d really appreciate it.” 

Clay’s mind was clouded the next few days with so many different things that could happen. He tried to focus on work but could not for the life of him. Leading to a couple double scanned items. When Wednesday finally rolled around, he got up early and got ready just by dressing in shorts and a shirt, he didn’t want to be too crazy.  He ended up getting caught up in picking up around the house like he promised his parents. A couple hours went by and he finally left the house. He stands on his porch for a couple minutes just watching his sexy man move smaller boxes that he could handle himself. Thomas noticed him after taking off his shirt like he always does. 

He waved him over and Clay swallowed a lump of horny from his throat and walked across the street. 

“Ready to help me move?”

“Right now?”

“Why not? Are you busy?” 

“No but-” Thomas didn’t let him finish the sentence before putting a box in his hands.

“Here.” Clay could hear the smile in Thomas' voice. He heard some noise and then the other man started walking back to the house. Clay started following him, it wasn’t his house so he didn’t know where literally anything was supposed to go. 

“Yeah okay, I’ll just follow you.” Thomas laughs, telling Clay where to set his box down and squeezing his shoulder before walking back outside to get more. Thomas is pushing a couch in the uhaul towards the big open back and Clay walks over to help. 

“Let's take this in next, get it out of the way.” Clay and Thomas maneuver the couch out of the moving van and into the house, setting it down in the middle of what is most likely going to be the living room. “You’re so strong, Clay.” 

“Ah- Thanks!” Clay quickly spits out feeling his face heat up. 

They move more boxes all day and Thomas encourages Clay to take off his shirt too. Clay does feel shy at first but he and Thomas start joking around so he relaxes. Clay does catch Thomas doing that eye thing and looks him up and down. Clays’ heart flutters. 

Eventually Thomas says they can stop for the day and Clay goes to find his shirt.

 “Do you want to leave that bad?”

“Well I thought you’d want to be alone for when your wife comes home”

“Oh she won’t mind, want a beer?”

“Umm sure” They sit on the couch and Clay puts his shirt back on, opening and drinking the beer the older man gave him.

“She’s not my wife by the way. She's just my girlfriend. But I want her to be my wife someday”

“Oh I thought you are married already since you moved in together” Clay takes a giant drink and looks somewhere else “what does your girlfriend do for a job?” He hears Thomas let out one of those cocky little laughs 

“She does porn”  Clay chokes. 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah, maybe you’ve seen some of her work” Something clicks in Clay’s mind about why she looked so familiar… Holy fuck he has watched her before. “Do you want to see if you have one?” 

“I-Um yeah, sure.” Clay has no idea how to respond, he watches Thomas grab the remote to their tv that they have set up already. Thomas clicks around and pulls up a website. This tv must have been a smart one. Clay gulps down more of his beer. 

“Have you seen any?” 

“A couple.” 

“Want to watch one you haven’t seen?” Thomas’ arm rests on the back of the couch and Clay starts realizing just how close they are. 

“Yeah, I really would.” They scroll through Noelle’s profile to find one Clay hasn’t seen before and he gets embarrassed with just how many he has actually seen. They find one and Thomas puts it on. Clay is immediately zoned in on the video. Watching Noelle act completely different from how he has seen her. He didn’t even notice the hand being settle on his thigh. 

“Do you like it?” Thomas whispers in his ear and Clay shivers. 

He turns to look at Thomas and notices how close Thomas is and looks at his lips then back up to his eyes “Yeah…” Then next thing Clay knows is he’s being kissed. Kissing back, he puts a hand on the back of Thomas head and Thomas’ hand on his thigh slides farther up. 

“Thomas we should stop- what about Noelle” Clay pulls away to look the older man in the eyes. Thomas just smirks and kisses his cheek. 

“She wants you too, Clay” He gasps as Thomas kisses his neck and just the thought of both of his incredibly sexy neighbors wanting him. Fuck dude, he was in heaven. But he needed clarification. 

“What do you mean she wants me too?” Clay is confused and  his brain is getting fogged up as Thomas slides a hand up his shirt before yanking it off him, Thomas taking off his own as well. Tracing his fingers lightly over his chest and abs making Clay’s breath go all funny for a minute. 

“She likes you like I do. Dummy” 

“You like me?” Clay questions as he’s pushed on his back and Thomas kisses his neck once again. The question makes Thomas pull away to look him in the eyes. 

“Mhm. You’re so sexy.. and nice, and sweet” He says everything with a kiss on Clay's face ending it with a sweet one on his lips. Thomas starts kissing down Clay, to jaw, to neck, to collarbone, to his chest. Thomas licks over Clay’s nipple and he gasps

 “I’ve never been with a guy!” Clay blurts out, he was so out of his element. He fucking loved it. 

“Cute” Thomas says and continues messing with his chest making Clay squirm. 

The door opens, they hear footsteps and Clay can feel Thomas smiling on his skin. Noelle walks in and they hear the footsteps stop. 

“Well isn’t this nice to come home to.” Clay looks up to see her with her hair up and her hands on her hips smiling at them. 

Thomas chuckles as she rubs a hand up his back and he lifts his head to kiss her. Clay moans at the sight, thumping his head back on the cushions. 

“I see you showed him my portfolio” Noelle says, glancing at the tv. 

“It turns out he’s seen a lot of them.” Thomas says as he goes back to kissing all over Clay. 

“Noelle- do you like me? Like how Thomas does?” Clay catches her attention and Noelle just smiles, nodding and kisses him. Her kiss is so different from Thomas’. As expected it’s much more skilled but also incredibly soft. 

Clay groans and arches his back as Thomas palms him through his pants. Grabbing one of Noelles thighs since that’s what he’s level with he doesn’t want her to pull away. And she does, making him a bit sad for a second. 

“You’re so gorgeous” She says, petting his locs back from his face. 

“I want- please touch me!” He shifts his hips trying to make Thomas press on him more. Thomas and Noelle share a little look. 

“Hey clay” Thomas says and lifts himself up to be over Clay face to face. “How do you feel about being in the middle of us?”

“What do you mean?” He couldn’t think right and he’s never had a threesome before if that’s what they were offering. He would say yes in a heartbeat. 

“You fuck Noelle while I fuck you?”

“Please- fuck please please”

“I would suggest we go to the bedroom but a couch scene is always sexy” Noelle says and sucks a hickey behind Clay’s ear after she squats down next to them. 

“Bedroom-!“ He gasps and then next thing he knows Thomas is picking him up. He has never been picked up before so today is just full of firsts for him. The fact that Thomas can indeed lift him so easily made so many more scenarios run through his head. 

“Careful setting him down, Love. Our mattress is on the floor right now.” Noelle is leading the way to the upstairs bedroom and Clay feels like he’s about to fucking cum from just being picked up. 

Thomas can definitely tell how worked up he is. “Wow you’re gorgeous.” He mumbles to him and Clay straight up doesn’t know how to respond. Clay just sighs as Thomas lays him down.  

“Please finish taking my clothes off.” 

“So polite.” Noelle mumbles to Thomas and they pull off his shorts. Noelle starts taking off her own clothes and Clay can’t even believe this is even real. He watches Thomas stand on the mattress and shuck his own shorts and underwear off. Kneeling down again and kissing Noelle in a heated way. 

He is just panting and looking at them reaching down to squeeze himself and arching once again because that stretch of his muscles in his back makes everything feel better. Noelle and Thomas pull apart and look down at him both resting their hands on each other’s lower backs. 

“He seems like much more of a bottom… Should I just get my strap instead?” Noelle says so nonchalantly and Clay is lost. 

“I don’t know what any of those words mean.” Clay says just looking at them. What the hell is a bottom? Thomas just laughs at him and Noelle smiles, taking Clay’s hand off himself and holding it. 

“What if we took turns fucking you instead?”

“What? But-“

“I have a toy, Honey. It straps onto

My body”

“Ohh!” Clay gets it now, he's seen that before but only online never in person. 

“Is that okay? Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

“Can we do both things?” they started rubbing his inner thighs, Noelle took it upon herself to straddle Clay. Leaning down to kiss him again. 

“Well, let's save one for the next time. Okay?” Thomas says as he gets up to grab something.

“Let’s have him in the middle.” Noelle says when she pulls away and bites her lip just looking down at him. Thomas comes back with a small bottle on his hand and two condoms. 

“Is getting fucked scary?” He asks Noelle as she rolls him over with her so she is under him, cupping his face smiling brightly. 

“Maybe a little at first” she kisses him gently and moves one of her hands on the back of his neck. 

Thomas puts lube on his finger and slides into Clay slowly, being ready to pull out of it’s too much for him. Clay's face screws up and he pulls away from the kiss with Noelle, he feels his whole body tense up. 

Noelle holds his face shushing him soothingly, rubbing a thumb on his cheek. “Just relax Doll, Thomas will take care of you. If you want to stop, we can.”

“No, just give me a moment.” 

“Take all the time you need.” Thomas says, kissing his back. Clay takes a couple moments and starts relaxing. He just rests his face in Noelle’s chest. He fucking loves tits. 

Noelle laughs a little and pets his hair kissing the top of his head. Thomas slowly starts moving his finger. Clay surprises himself and moans, it’s a bit broken but it was definitely there. 

“There you go Baby.” Thomas whispers to him. Clay whines at the pet name and pushes up on his knees and hands hanging his head between his arms. Pressing back on Thomas' finger. 

“Want more?”

“Uh huh” Clay gasps as Thomas adds another finger and he sucks on one of Noelle's boobs. 

Noelle moans under him but it’s not one of those fake ones, it was so authentic and sexy that it drove him crazy. He just groans at her sound and Thomas speeds up his fingers making his arms give out so he is fully face in boobs. Noelle hugs his head and encourages him to touch her more. 

Clay is so hard and just rubbing up against Noelle’s navel making their breath is all funny. 

“Clay~” Noelle moans.  

“I’m gonna cum!” Clay warns and Thomas presses on his prostate which he hasn’t done yet. Clay just fucking goes into another universe, the wonderful feelings of pressure shooting through his body made him shake. He cums on Noelle, his moan is all broken and breathy, Thomas pulls his fingers out and massages his back. 

 “Do you want to keep going?” 

“Thomas he’s already getting hard again” Noelle says since she reached down to feel Clay who just groaned.  

“I want to keep going.” Clay says and lifts himself up a little to kiss Noelle. 

“Okay just let me know if you want to stop.”

“I’ve been dreaming about this since I first saw you. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”

Thomas hands a condom to Noelle who opens it behind Clay’s head so the crinkle is loud in his ear making him laugh a little into their kisses, which in turn makes Noelle laugh as well. Thomas rolls his on and Noelle reaches between her and Clay to roll one on Clay with expertise. 

Clay, who is basically liquid at this point, let’s Noelle take over as she helps him push into her. He is panting and groaning and just feeling so much all at once as Thomas slowly starts pushing into him with gentle ease. Clay doesn’t dare move a muscle wanting all of Thomas in him on the first try. He was determined. 

“So much-“ 

“Still wanna go?” Noelle says her voice all funny because as Thomas pushes into Clay he is in turn pushing more into her. 

“Please!”

Thomas holds Clay steady and picks a nice gentle rhythm to start both Clay and Noelle moan kissing each other and Clay grabbing one of her boobs squeezing lightly. 

And she’s being genuine, not like how she is in porn. It’s such a different experience that basically is getting Clay drunk off a sound. Thomas was breathing stuttery behind him and letting out soft moans of his own. Clay isn’t even moving! Thomas is doing all the work!

“You sound so different” Clay mumbles to Noelle who moans and then laughs wrapping her legs around both the boys as best as she can. 

“That’s because I like you.” She gasps a little as Clay starts moving his hips in circles a little making everyone feel amazing. 

“Clay, you're so good at that!” Noelle says arching her back and grabbing his back and Thomas’ shoulder. 

“So so good baby.” Thomas says as well, moaning. They are now moving in time somehow and Clay is already barely holding on. 

“Noelle! No-ELLE! THOMAS!” Clay moans into Noelle’s neck and sucks a dark hickey on it. Thomas leans forward to do the same to Clay which pushes them both in more abruptly. Clay cries out feeling so amazing. 

Thomas cums inside his condom, Noelle and Clay following suit. Clay melts into Noelle leaving small kisses on her shoulder as Thomas pants into his hair. They all just meld into one. Noelle and Thomas share a look over Clay's shoulder and just smile. 

“You’re so perfect.” Thomas mumbles, rubbing his hands up Clay’s sides. Clay just blushes. 

“That was the best experience of my life… nothing will ever top that!” Clay says and shivers when Thomas starts to pull out. Relaxing when he is fully out, feeling Thomas get off the mattress. 

“Maybe we’ll have to dp you sometime, that might top it.” Noelle whispers to him, still having her legs wrapped around him right now that she isn’t trying to hold both of them with her legs. Clay huffs his face still in Noelle’s neck and whines. 

 “Don’t tease me right nowwww!” Noelle just chuckles, rubbing her hands all over him. She just can’t get enough of him.

 “Okay Babydoll.”

“I like you guys.” Clay says and he’s getting loopy, smiling and snuggling Noelle tighter as Thomas comes back and sits next to them with a washcloth. 

“We like you too Baby.” Thomas says, brushing one of his locs back. 

“I like when you call me that… what time is it?” 

“Umm” Thomas looks at his phone “6 pm”

“Oh shit I need to go!” He says with urgency but Clay doesn’t move. He’s stuck. Way too tired. 

“Where do you have to be?” Thomas asks, kissing his temple. 

“I have to go make dinner for my parents.” He says as he slowly sits up and watches himself pull out of Noelle. He just moans as he stares and wants to slide back in to do it again. Thomas and Noelle can see him contemplating. “Maybe… I could stay a little longer?” He’s trying to convince himself to stay. 

“If you have stuff you have to do it’s okay, Clay.” Thomas says as he wipes off Noelle from Clay's first ejaculation. 

“I don’t want to leave… because then all of this is over.”

“It’s not over, if anything it’s just beginning.” Thomas says “Unless you want it to be over.”

“Definitely not” Clay lets out a wet laugh and Thomas holds his chin and kisses him softly. 

“How about we go on a lunch date tomorrow?”

“Can I come over and cook?” Clay smiles and kisses Thomas back. 

“We’d love that” Noelle says as she sits up smiling sweetly at the two of them. 

Clay is all happy and gets ready to leave. walking into his house and his mom says

“Someone got lucky!”

“What?!”

“You look like a mess, now come help me with these stuffed peppers.” Clay walks over still shocked. 

“Do I really look that bad?” Clay says and his mom laughs.  

“Honey, you have two giant love bites on your neck.” 

“I do?!”

“So who is she?”

“Um… it’s actually two people… and one of them is a guy? Please don’t be mad…”

“Oh baby, I’ve known you’ve been curious for a while. We’ve seen the way you watched the young man move in across the street.” 

“What do you think of the new neighbors?”

“I like them, very nice.”

“Well it’s them.” His mom is quiet for a second before going. 

“Your dad owes me ten bucks.”

“You’re joking!”

“You wish I was.” 

“Mom!!” 

“When are you going over again? I have some bread you can take.”

“Tomorrow…”

“Do you need condoms too?”

“NO!”

“You’re using protection though right? Until you’ve all been tested I think that’s best”

“Mooooommmmm!”

“What?! I don’t want my boy getting stds!”

“Yes I’m using protection! God this is so awkward.”

“It’s not, you’re just making it awkward.” 

“But you really don’t care that I slept with two people and one was a man?” 

“I don’t care what you do sexually as long as you are safe.”

“Okay… I just- I really like them.”

“I know hun. I see the way you look at them.”

“They want me to make them lunch tomorrow” Clay smiles so big it hurts his cheeks. 

“That’s sweet, do you know anything new about them? Like what they do for a living or if they have pets?”

“I- Noelle does porn for a living…!”

“Oh! An experienced girl!”

“… You don’t care?!”

“Nope, she’s definitely going to make you boys happy.” His mom winks which makes him laugh. 

“Jesus Christ that was a fucking rollercoaster.” His mom pats his back supportively. 

“Go wash up for dinner. The peppers will be done soon.”

“Okay.” He’s in the bathroom when he hears his dad say. 

“What?! I do?”

The next day, Clay is nervous for some reason with a bag in his hands as he knocks on his neighbor’s door. Could he still just label them as his neighbors?

The door opens and Noelle smiles, kissing him. 

“Hi!!” She enthused. 

“H-hi wow I wasn’t expecting that!” Noelle laughs and pulls him in the messy box filled house. 

“What did you bring us!” She sees the bad with bread and smiles all excited. 

“My mom made homemade bread.” Clay smiles shyly as they make it to the kitchen. 

“For us?”

“Yeah.” Clay smiles at her and he can physically feel how soppy it was. 

“Aww she’s so nice! I love your mom.” Clay dumps out the bag and a bunch of condoms fall out too. 

“Umm…” He gets so embarrassed so fast. 

“Oh?” Noelle raises a teasing brow and picks one up. 

“My mom must have put these in here. She gave me a whole lecture in safe sex.” 

“So she knew we fucked?” Noelle smirks.  

“I- well- there were bruises on my neck.”

“Still are Doll, and I can make more if you want.”

“Yes please!”

#lumosinlove #i screwed my hot older neighbor #noelle tremblay #thomas walker #clayton brusse #thoelleton

[sunnysviolin]

currently having so many thoughts about aubrey getting sick of her moms mess one day and packing her bunny into her carrier and just leaving... she drifts about friends houses for a while before basil braves up to ask if she's okay :(( she's all out of energy + too stubborn to go home so she doesn't bother arguing and lets him take her to see polly (sorry me again with aubrey ramblings pls tell me to shush if you dont vibe w it)

Wow....I love this so much so I’m gonna combine it with that ask I got the other day and noodle on this a bit. Hope you don’t mind me taking your idea and running nonnie!!!

This got really long and kind of intense, so I’m putting it under a Read More. There’s also gonna be way more ahead!! This AU has caught me. But y’all Serious warning for emotional child abuse and neglect. Aubrey’s mother is decidedly not a good person, and their relationship is very damaged. Read only if you know you mentally can handle it, and no shame in skipping this. This part of it is heavy.  TW: Child abuse and neglect. TW: Alcoholism TW: Running Away TW: Homelessness

In the end it’s the rain that does it. The rain, the drafts in their weary old house, and the bucket that sits in the corner of her room next to her half broken laundry basket

On the last night Aubrey spends in her mother’s house the rain is coming down in freezing icy sheets. It’s bitterly cold, and she is weary. 

The summer of her 16th year has come and gone, and they are firm into the grip of September. It was a summer that had changed everything in her life. A summer where she found her way back to her chosen family, while becoming more isolated than ever from her real family. She had spent almost every hour out of the house- riding scooters with her gang, reconnecting with Basil, finding her way back into Kel’s loyal heart, letting her walls down around Hero, even discovering a hidden strength within her to forgive Sunny.  

It was the best summer of her life, even beating out the perfect summers spent in her childhood with Mari. In those days Aubrey had been naive. She didn’t know what she had, she just assumed she would always have it. This summer she had seen every experience for what it was- a gift. 

Fall coming had been difficult. Really almost nothing had changed, except it had. 

Hero had gone back to college, promising to visit at every chance he could. Aubrey had pushed down the spike of jaded denial that had risen up inside her at his words, and put her arm around Kel who was misty eyed saying goodbye to his brother. 

Sunny had spent most days in Faraway at either Kel or Basil’s house over the summer, but now he only came on weekends. He had started school again, a new school where no one knew his name or his face. He didn’t say much about it, but he hadn’t stopped going yet, so Aubrey considered it progress.

Kel and Basil had stuck close to her, and she was thankful for it. Aubrey knew now that nothing would ever separate the five of them again, but there was still the irrational fear inside of her that they would all leave her sooner or later. Her gang must’ve seen something too, because they had been awkwardly affectionate in a way that both irritated and comforted her.

But her mother....

Her mother had changed too. 

By sixteen Aubrey knew her mothers rhythms like the back of her hand. She knew the cycles that played out. Her mother would circle through various moods- cleaning, ignoring, depressing, drinking, regretting, promising, and then cleaning again. 

The regularity of it all had numbed her to the terrible conditions of her childhood home, and Aubrey spent most of her time out of the house anyway. (She had never been so grateful for nine hours at school, four hours after school goofing off in a big group, and the usual invitation to dinner with Polly or Kel’s mother. Aubrey usually only went home to sleep these days)

But her mother had added and taken away from her cycle. There was a new cycle now, and it was impossible to deal with. 

Ignoring, Depressing, Drinking, Angry, Regretting. Rinse and Repeat. 

Angry was new. Angry was (terrifying)....Angry was new. 

Aubrey had never tried to disrupt her mother’s cycle before, but Angry was enough to get her to try. She would clean the house top to bottom, putting in an effort she had never put in before to make things nice. She had thrown away bottles, cleaned dishes, cooked food, on and on all in an effort to change what she knew was coming. It still came. Her mother still wailed like a banshee, shrieking and hollering loud enough neighbors had called. 

The calls were the worst part. The low humiliation that sat in her stomach as she assured these people who didn’t really care that everything was fine, all while her mother continued to scream in the background. 

With Angry, Regretting was also different too. Aubrey, never one to take things lying down, screamed back until angry tears burst from her eyes. She would break down and sob in front of her mother, her walls finally ripped apart brick by brick by the woman who was supposed to love her most. 

Then her mom would hold her tight and promise things would be different. Regretting had mixed with Promising, and as much as Aubrey wanted to shove away the confusing affection, she couldn’t bring herself to. 

Screaming at each other was the only time that Aubrey’s mother looked at her. Curled in her mother’s arms weeping was the only time that her mother had a kind word. Aubrey couldn’t resist what she always craved, and some sick twisted part of her even longed for the point where her mother would snap and start yelling, just because she knew the release of emotions was soon to follow. 

That last night in her house was one of those nights. Her mother was yelling, too incoherent for Aubrey to even make out the words, but the tone said everything. Her mother had lost it over the dishes in the sink piling up. Aubrey had done them this morning, yet somehow she came home to a sink full of chipped dirty dishes. Those dishes felt like an ironic symbol of her life. No matter how many times she wiped it away. The dishes would be dirty the second she turned around. 

Aubrey was already in tears, her fists bunched at her sides and her teeth grinding down against each other. Soon enough it would be time for her to start yelling back, and the cycle would go on and on and on. The dishes would never be clean. 

Aubrey didn’t want it to go on. Not even her mother holding her was worth how torn apart her heart was becoming. She fled upstairs, slamming the door to attic and locking it tight. It didn’t matter anyway. By this point of drinking, her mother could barely stand, let alone climb a ladder. 

The rain was slamming against her windows, a steady drip already starting in the bucket in her room. It was freezing cold, and goosebumps rose on her bare arms. Maribelle was sitting in her pen, her nose twitching as she watched her Aubrey. Aubrey brushed at her damp cheeks and picked her bunny up, snuggling the tiny white creature close to her chest. 

Maribelle was too cold. Her mother hadn’t paid the heating bill again. The rain was too loud, and the wind sneaking in wrapped Aubrey in a tight grip. Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed and rocked her bun, trying in vain to warm them both up. A single thought ran through her head over and over

This wasn’t worth it. This wasn’t worth the love she craved from a woman who couldn’t give it. This wasn’t worth her pride at keeping things together. This wasn’t worth trying to fix over and over with no results. 

The rain began to slow to a quieter drizzle. Her mother was silent below. In the cold wet of her tiny attic room, Aubrey decided. 

No. This really just...wasn’t worth it. 

Aubrey slipped onto her knees, keeping Maribelle close as she pulled her backpack towards her and began to empty it out. She kept only her English textbook and her history notes. Everything else she could get a spare of. in her bag went two spare shirts and one pair of jeans. She packed in underwear and socks into the smaller front pouch. Aubrey stood and pulled the false bottom out of her desk drawer, taking the cash and the pack of cigarettes she had pinched off her mom and throwing them in as well. 

Finally there were the pictures. The frame of her photo of her and Kim had to be abandoned, but the actual picture was placed carefully inside her backpack. She had never been more happy to have her tiny carrier for Maribelle. The bunny happily hopped inside and burrowed deep in the soft downy blanket Aubrey put inside for her. 

It was depressingly easy to pack up her important things. Shockingly simple to write a note to her mother (I’m leaving. I’m not coming back. Two short sentences and that was it) It hadn’t even been hard to sneak out. After the hour or so it took to gather the rest of her necessities from the house and steal whatever money was in her mother’s purse, said woman had passed out on the couch in an alcoholic haze. 

Aubrey locked the door and stared at the silver key gleaming in her palm. She had only her backpack, a messenger bag, and her tiny bunny carrier. Her whole life fit into two bags. Aubrey left her key on the doorstep. 

She wouldn’t need it anymore. 

The rain had let up, but a harsh breeze whipped around her as she walked, pushing Aubrey to move faster. She took the sidewalks she had taken since she was little, letting her feet move as her mind went blank. Before she knew it she was standing on another street, one more familiar to her than her own. 

Aubrey spared a long look at Kel’s hosue. The lights were on inside, bathing their front yard in a warm golden glow. She stared at it for a moment, considering, and then the chill became too great. 

Aubrey bypassed Kel’s house and quietly snuck into the backyard of Sunny’s old home. The elderly couple that owned the house now was sure to be asleep. Kel said that they were quiet and almost never noticed anything going on. Perfect. 

Aubrey knew exactly where she was going. It was still standing. Faded and beaten down, probably rickety too, but it would be safe for her and her Belle. 

Besides only four other people even knew this treehouse existed. No one would ever find her here. 

#Very very long #sorry yall #I think I'm gonna call this #Runaway AU #Just because that makes the most sense #omori #omori headcanons #omori au #omori aubrey #mentions of #omori kel #omori basil #they'll be important #real soon #but yes #omori scooter gang #scooter gang #tw: homelessness #tw: child abuse #tw: child neglect #TW: alcoholism #If there's anything else #you guys thinks hould be tagged #please let me know #we're dealing with #sensitive subjects here #aubreys mother #omori aubreys mother

[pukanavis]

Main Story Chapter 1 Part 4 “Blank”

Cobalt: – Esora-Sensei’s house?

Alto: Yes, he has one within the Tokyo metropolitan area. He’s also letting me lodge there.

Esora: I’m rarely home due to work so Alto helps to keep an eye on the house.

Alto: Well, if you’re in need of a house sitter then there’s always that annoyance...

Esora: Stop that, Alto. You need to get along with her too.

–Anyhow, there’s a lab in my home with a wide variety of equipment. I’ll examine you all once we get there.

Chrom: Thank you for your help.

Neon: …Zzz…

Kei: …

Cobalt: Is something wrong, Kei? You look a little troubled.

Kei: I’ve just had this hover vehicle on my mind since earlier. Doctor, is this yours?

Alto: No, this one belongs to Esora-Sensei. I actually own a scooter but I left it at home today.

Cobalt: I have a question! Doctor, Esora-Sensei, what’re you wearing?

You threw it on with a big swoosh when you stepped outside! It’s pretty cool!

Chrom: Are they a part of modern day fashion trends?

Alto: They’re heat resistant clothing, or “capes”. If we don’t wear them during the day, we’ll quickly develop heatstroke.

Androids have nothing to worry about but this climate is too intense for humans to withstand.

Esora: That’s right. If I’m not mistaken, the weather is supposed to be sunny all day today–

The highest temperature today is 48.9°C. As usual, it’s another extremely hot day.

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Esora: We’ve arrived. Come right on in.

Cobalt: Thanks for having us–!

Kei: So, what should we do?

Esora: My lab is in the back. I’ll be able to have a look at your memory data once we’re there.

If you have amnesia then there’s bound to be something amiss somewhere.

Neon: …Are you going to disassemble us?

Esora: No need to worry about something like that. It’s…a little hard to explain, but I’m sure you’ll understand once you see it.

This way, everyone.

♡　♡　♡

Cobalt: Wow…!

Chrom: This is…an incredibly impressive laboratory.

Alto: Um, Sensei…is there anything I can help with?

As the person who found them, I feel like I have a responsibility to uphold. If it’s not too much trouble, please allow me to support you.

Esora: …Very well. You of all people should understand the most about their situation.

Rather than support, why don’t you take the lead? I’ll explain anything you don’t understand.

Alto: Alright! You can count on me…!

Esora: Of course. Try not to get too nervous, just keep Cobalt and the others in the front of your mind.

Now then, shall we begin? Who’s first?

Cobalt: Oh oh oh! Me! Me! I wanna go!

Kei: You’re so loud! Don’t shout in a small space like this!

Esora: We’ll start with Cobalt then. Could you lie down over there?

Cobalt: Sure thing! Doctor, Esora-Sensei, I’ll be in your care!

Esora: Alright, let’s proceed. “Sleep Mode”

Cobalt: …

♡　♡　♡

Alto: (Esora-Sensei hums while he programs.)

(Like one complete song, it’s both beautiful and meaningful…if only I could do it like he does…)

Esora: Everything okay, Alto?

Alto: Yes…!

Esora: Calm down. I’m here to help you, so just do what you see fit.

Alto: (Calm down? I’ll…try making music…)

…♪

Esora: There…you’re much more focused now. Let’s proceed like this–

♡　♡　♡

Alto: Well done, everyone. I had a thorough look though.

KNoCC: …

Alto: We’ve discovered that…well…

Kei: No need to sugar coat it. Just give it to us straight.

Alto: …We couldn’t salvage your memory data.

Cobalt: Huh!?

Chrom: So you’re saying…the data was corrupted?

Alto: No. It’s nothing like a corruption or malfunction…the data itself has been wiped clean.

Kei: If it’s been erased then doesn’t that mean it had to have been done by someone?

Alto: My understanding doesn't go that far. However, there was another thing that we noticed…

Everyone’s manufacture dates are from over ten years ago.

That means that the four of you are older models than the majority of the androids around today.

Esora: –Just to be sure, I even tried contacting the “Babel” administration.

However, they told me that they had no relation to the fact that the four of you were inactive in that warehouse.

Cobalt: So then…

Esora: We don’t know anything…it seems.

Cobalt: …

Then what should we do?

Kei: …They already said they don’t know anything.

Neon: …This sucks.

Chrom: There’s nothing we can do…it’s just the reality.

Alto: D-Don’t say that! What about yourselves!?

We need to have a proper think about what to do from here…!

Esora: …Isn’t the one who needs to have a “proper think” you, Alto?

Alto: Huh?

Esora: Like a child, an android with no memories needs someone to guide them.

You said it yourself earlier that you were responsible for finding them.

Alto: I…did. You’re right, Sensei.

Esora: Then I’ll ask you again, Alto. Cobalt, Kei, Chrom, Neon…these four androids–

What do you plan to do with them?

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[modecaisnow]

The Immobile Man

**18 Years or Older: The following includes themes of: immobility, XSSBHM, unrealistic situations, and homoerotic self-pleasure. REMEMBER: The relationship portrayed in this story is an unrealistic caretaker-client relationship – it is okay to read and enjoy these works of fiction, but what is essentially a “boss-worker” relationship should not take place in the real world. ENJOY!!**

Sam is a new Home-Care nurse. He is excited and anxious about meeting his first ever client! However, he quickly realized he may have bitten off more than he could chew...

It was my first day as a home-care nurse. I was excited to get out in the world and help people, but I didn’t know what was in store for me. My professors and Clinical Instructors always said that “your first patient will be one you never forget.” The thought of that was just as exciting as it was worrying. This must be the place, I thought to myself as I stood outside of a single-floor home. The outside of the house was not well-kept. The yard was a mess, and the siding was covered in green moss. I double-checked the address on my patient files and then triple-checked just to be sure. After a deep breath, I approached the house and walked up the two, small cement steps. On the door, was a sign saying: “All packages: Please go around to side window and drop it in window. Thanks.” I didn’t think much of it – in fact, things like this were expected for clients like this one. According to the file, the patient was Mr. Mike Jacobs. He had “limited mobility” and required a “high level of assistance with all activities of daily living” and “activity monitoring.” I was not told much more than that – I was only told the information I needed to know. How he got hurt, or whatever rendered him with limited mobility, was not part of the information I needed. I knocked on the door. -Silence- I knocked a second time. -Silence- I knocked a third time. “Yeah… who’s there?” Called a thick, deep voice from inside. I slowly opened the door, after the baritone voice called from deep within the house. “My name is Sam, and I’m a Home Health Nurse. I’m here to help Mr. Jacobs…” “That’s…me!” The man coughed. “Come in! I’m in… the bedroom here!” I slowly opened the front door. Immediately, I was met with a musky, damp smell. I covered my nose at first, but then stopped as I felt it was unprofessional. After regaining my composure, I slowly walked through the house and toward the bedroom. The carpet itself was torn and stained, small wheel treads were indented into the carpet, all leading from the couch to the kitchen. The entire house looked like it was on the TV Show “Hoarders.” Old boxes and bags cluttered the rooms in large heaps. The furniture was snapped and broken. Everything was covered in dust – even the appliances in the kitchen. The heaps of trash managed to pile almost as tall as me, but at 5’6” (167cm) I was not terribly tall anyway. Inside the kitchen, was a broken-down mobility scooter. The wheels had all burst, and the seat was crushed and flattened like a pancake. “I’m in here… come in, boy!” The man wheezed. I slowly opened the door and my jaw dropped. In the middle of the room were two, full-sized beds resting side-by-side, connected by a plank of wood in the front that was nailed into the bed frames. The legs of the bed frames were reinforced and wooden blocks, as well as books, were shoved up under the sagging frame to help add extra support. The mattresses on the frames were both flattened until they were no thicker than a pillow, both overwhelmed by the mound of blob-like lard on the bed. Next to the blob was a rolling cart with one pizza box on top – a plethora of empty boxes was scattered along the floor. “I’m Mr. Jacobs… you can call me… by that… or by ‘Sir’… either is fine.” The man was immense. I was surprised he even managed to muster the energy to speak between mouthfuls. This man was not human – his size was not physically possible. In fact, I had to rub my eyes just to be sure, and I looked around for hidden cameras to see if I was on a prank show or if this were a test. This man was easily over 1000 pounds, or maybe even 1400 or more pounds. Either way, it was a sight to see – he must have been the fattest man around, or even alive. Wobbling dangerously close to the end of the bed was the blob’s belly. Flabby, doughy piles of flesh spilled outward and sagged down from his front. The looming mass of blubber covered most of the mattresses beneath the tub of lard. At the front of Mr. Jacobs’ belly was a deep belly button, which must have been out of his reach for a long time. The cavernous belly button marked the division between two vast, distended folds of pure fat that sat atop each other. The bottom fold, which forced the mattress to sink downward, spilled all around the fat man’s frame, where it rounded his sides and became a series of substantial love-handles that oozed over his gelatinous, mammoth thighs. I could not distinguish the different segments of the obese glutton’s legs. It was just a series of rolls and folds piled against each other. Every roll sagged down towards his fat feet, where the lard oozed around his long-lost ankles. The fat from his thighs blended in with his massive rear, which spilled out far behind him. Two gigantic globes of ass fat smothered multiple pillows that were placed at the head of the bed. Even while standing in front of the blob, I could make out his wide load of a rear. My eyes were drawn back to his belly button. It looked deep and was starting to become hidden away by the looming roll of flesh that swelled over it. At the crest of the blob’s belly, were two massive moobs. These moobs splayed off to the sides of the man’s belly with two nipples that were easily the circumference of my hands. The bottom half of his fattened areolas had started to become hidden as his own expanding chest fat forced them to point downward. Neck, shoulder, and upper arm fat all blended into what seemed like one massive, sagging mound of dough. The only distinction was the pillow-sized forearms that emerged from his flab-engulfed upper arm. Due to the daunting magnitude of the fat mounds that sagged off of his side, Mr. Jacobs’ arms were stuck almost parallel to the ground. However, it just seemed to make it easier for him to eat since he only needed to grab another slice of pizza and bend his elbow. Everything about this man was fat. Similarly to how he did not have a discernable neck or ankle, this man’s wrist was also engulfed in lard by his own gluttony. The seemingly most mobile part of him was his fingers. The cheeks on both sides of his face were swollen to the point where they started to impinge on his field of view. “I-I-I’m…um…” I stuttered as I continued to ogle the blob. “Surprised?” The man interjected as he swallowed the last slice. “You’re surprised to see me… ain’t ya?” He grabbed the empty pizza box and shoved it off the rolling cart. It fell to the ground with the rest of the empty garbage that fell victim to his ravenous feeding. “Um.. no… well… I meant to say, I’m Sam. I’m your new nurse.” “Fuckin’ finally!” The man wheezed and panted. His massive moobs heaved up and down with each labored breath. “I have a ton... of shit for… you to do… I’m too big to… do things on my own…” “Yes, sir! That’s why I’m here.” Mr. Jacobs quickly got me to work. He rattled off a long list of things, but before I could do anything though, I had to take a baseline of his vitals. When I took out the blood pressure cuff, Mr. Jacobs laughed at me. He pointed to his arm and laughed some more. There was no way that the cuff could fit around his arm. I then approached him and asked for his wrist, so I could measure his pulse. That did not work either. The gluttonous blob relaxed, and the immense heaviness of his arm alone was too heavy for me to hold. I tried to dig my fingers into the fat that engulfed his wrist, but I could not find a pulse. As I dove my fingers deeper and deeper into his fat arm, I was met with only more lard. I then attempted to maneuver to his neck, but I couldn’t find it. I leaned against the side of his belly, and slid my fingers between his chins and tried to find a pulse in his neck, but like his wrist – there was way too much blubber. “So… what are…my vitals, boy?” “I-I- um…” The fat man laughed, “Couldn’t do it… could ya? Don’t worry… it ain't the first time... The other nurses… failed too… You’re lucky ya cute… I gave… other nurses a harder time… How bout you… get to doing… what I ask ya?” Mr. Jacobs had me running around the entire house doing work for hours. I first needed to remove all the garbage from his room. I picked up dozens and dozens of empty pizza boxes, heaps of fast food bags, and even threw away old, torn clothing that fit him a few hundred pounds ago. Afterward, I did the same through the rest of the house. Once finished, he then asked me to add some extra support to his bedframes. I grabbed bricks from outside of the house and piled them beneath the buckling frame. I even grabbed extra wooden planks and hammered them into the sides of the bed frame, which was starting to crack and snap. Once a few more boards of plywood were added to the sides, as well as underneath, the frame seemed a lot sturdier. Mr. Jacobs scoffed at my work without even saying a thank you. He then asked for me to rub his belly for him – he was far too full and tired. Besides, the lack of mobility combined with his impinged range of motion stopped the obese man from even being able to reach his belly button. The man had eaten until he was beached under all his lard and stuck on his own bed in a reclined position. “Sir, I’m not sure if that’s part of my job-“ “-I don’t… give a fuck… I’ll pay extra… just rub me, boy!” I pulled over a chair, one of the few that were not broken, and set it down near his side. I leaned over his fat thigh and started to caress his weighty love-handle. Despite being in a haze from his belly-bursting fullness, Mr. Jacobs reached lazily under his moob and took out his phone. He quickly started typing away, with his mouth hung open as he moaned from my rubbing him. I rubbed in clockwise circles – this was the best way to help with digesting food. The immobile, beached whale of a blob continued to type and type on his phone. He then reached back under his doughy moob and pulled out his wallet. His fat fingers lazily fumbled for his credit card, which he eventually managed to pull out. He rested his credit card on top of his chest as if it were a desk. “What are you doing, Sir?” “What... do you think? I’m buying… more food… It’s almost dinner time… you want… anything from… Chan’s, boy?” “Sir, I don’t think you should be eating. I’m here to get you active again. You should be ordering something light, with low calories-“ “I’mma stop you there,” The looming mountain range of lard lazily reached his fat hand down and grabbed the collar of my shirt. He pulled me in close, nearly forcing me onto my feet and pulling me in against his love handles. My face was centimeters from his fat nipple. “You are here… to feed me… to do as I say… to rub me… You ain’t changing… anything about me… Those other nurses… tried and failed… I’m meant to be like this… I’m a real fuckin’ man… Back in the day… weight was a sign… of power and wealth… Hate to break it to ya, boy… but you’ll never stop me… from eating…” With each lethargic wheeze and every baritone murmur, the sea of lard that I was being pulled up to rippled and wobbled. The bed groaned and popped loudly. I could hear some of the wooden planks start to splinter as I was now leaning against the already weakening bed frame. I just looked up at the swollen fat face that glared down at me. Mr. Jacobs let go of my shirt, and I peeled away from his gelatinous flesh. After the incident, I decided to just keep rubbing his belly. Mr. Jacobs huffed and puffed angrily as he completed his order. He commented that I would only be able to eat the left-over scraps if I behaved. I did not want him to contact my supervisor – this was my first real client and something was interesting about him – this huge, mountainous tub of lard. Under my fingers and palms was a sea of soft lard. The blubber only seemed to wobble and slosh as my hands gently caressed its canvas. My eyes gazed across the landscape of fleshy tones in front of me. The size. The vastness. The weight of it all. It started to feel…hot. I could feel my mouth water as I continued to gawk at the obese glutton – the man who ate himself into immobility. The man who beached himself on his bed after years of stuffing himself until his belly was about to burst. -DING-DONG- The ringing doorbell knocked me from my euphoria. I looked up at Mr. Jacobs and he took his fat hand and shoved me away. He wheezed and demanded I answer the door, and I did as he asked. At the door were three delivery boys, each carrying about 5 bags of Chinese food in each hand. I had them put the bags on the ground, and I brought them in for Mr. Jacobs. He had me empty the bags and place the cartons and boxes of food on the rolling cart next to him. There was more than enough food to feed over 20 adults. I pulled out dozens of boxes of white rice, several trays of lo mein, a large container packed with sauce packets, and over a dozen containers of sauce drenched General Tsao’s Chicken. This was only from the first few bags. As fast as I was pulling them out, Mr. Jacobs was ripping into them. He tossed the silverware and chopsticks aside. All he did was bring the containers up to his face and dump the contents into his fat mouth. I watched in awe as the gluttonous beast ate and ate. It was as if he had never eaten before in his life. “Jack me off… while I eat…” The obese glutton commanded. “What? I really don’t think I can-“ “-You’re job boy… is to…mmmfff… help me… with my… needs, right?” “…yes, sir…” “Don’t keep… me waiting!” He immediately returned to stuffing himself. I walked over to the front of his vast belly. Bits of rice and chicken fell down from his mouth and rolled down the large sloping gut. I started to slide my hand under the front of his stomach, reaching deeper and deeper inside. The warmth of his soft, ravenous belly smothered my hand under its vast weight. Next, my wrist slid underneath. Then my forearm. Then my elbow. Finally, my upper arm slipped under his gut, and still, I did not feel any signs of a fat pad nor dick. Mr. Jacobs leaned forward. The weight of his belly felt increasingly heavy and pinned my arm against the bed. Mounds of looming belly fat rolled forward, spilling against the side of my head as I was stuck in place. He looked down at me from atop his mountain range of blubber and scoffed. With a mouth filled with fattening, greasy slop, he commented, “Ya never… jacked off… a man like me have ya?” I shook my head. “Well… ya can’t… reach it… like that… gotta go in… from the side… less fat in… the way…” He leaned back and panted heavily. I felt his heavy gut ease off of my arm. I slid it out and walked back over to his side. I leaned over his fat, immobile leg. My tight torso sinking into his blubbery thigh. I reached my hand deep underneath his love handle. This time, I was able to trace my fingers along the mounds of fat of his thigh right up to where it met his fat pad. My boney fingers felt the hairs on his fupa. I walked my fingers down, feeling a crevasse form in the supple, warm sack of lard. I slid my hand inside the cleft. My entire arm was submerged under the landscape of pure blubber. Mr. Jacobs moaned softly and continued to stuff his face. The hole was not tight by any means, but it was warm and soft. My fingers alone caused tiny ripples throughout the fat pad. Once I was wrist-deep in his fupa, my hands felt something hard and wet. I wrapped my fingers around it and started to gently play with it. I looked up at the obese glutton and he laughed. That was not his dick. I pulled my arm out, and inside my hand was a small vibrator. It was covered in partially dried cum and covered in hairs. Mr. Jacobs chuckled and mentioned that right before he got too fat to touch himself, he stuffed a vibrator in his fat pad. That way he could wirelessly turn it on to use it, but it had run out of batteries. He finished by saying he completely forgot it was there, a few hundred pounds later. I left the device aside and reached back in. My head was pressing into his love handle as I was shoulder deep under his fat. The heavy lard sloshed and rippled against me. I could feel his fat churning and his fupa trembling as his cock and balls prepared for my fingers. As my fingers snaked into the warm, hairy cave, whose walls were drenched in some viscous cream, I felt the tip of a fat-engulfed cock. Mr. Jacobs trembled and moaned loudly with a mouthful of food. His tip nearly surged with life as I touched and played with it. I clutched onto whatever I could. The mounds of fat consumed my hand as I adjusted inside the cavernous fat pad. Mr. Jacobs continued to eat and grunt loudly. I could hear the slurping and squelching of the moist fupa as I started to jack off the obese glutton. -SCHLURP-SCHLURP-SCHLURP-SCHLURP- The moans came out louder and louder as I continued to play with the fat man’s dick. Mr. Jacobs even stopped stuffing his face to tilt his head back and moan with pleasure. The bed began to groan, and the legs started to snap as the immobile ocean of fat started to use all of his energy to hump my closed fist. I held my hand still, with my fingers tightly holding his dick, and let him rock his hips back and forth as much as he physically could. Beads of sweat started to trickle down his love handles and land on the back of my head. His tiny, fat-engulfed dick slid in and out of my fingers as I continued to clench tightly. With one last, powerful thrust, I felt his entire body surge and the tip of his meat twitch. A final smack from the side of his immense landscape of fat hit the back of my head. -SNAP-SNAP-TTTHHHUUUDDDD- The bedframe snapped to pieces. We collapsed to the ground. The back of my head was struck by a tsunami of lard and blubber. Mr. Jacobs just moaned loudly as his balls emptied into his fupa, lubricating my fingers. I slowly pulled out my fingers and they were covered in seed. I walked into the bathroom to clean off my hand, then returned with a towel to begin cleaning him off. Mr. Jacobs started to eat again, stuffing his face with more and more Chinese food. He dumped containers of rice and tilted platters of chicken towards his open mouth. I barely even noticed him chewing – as if he just swallowed it all whole. The obese man, immobilized by an ocean of flab, spent the rest of the night either eating food or commanding me to cook for him. Before it was time for me to leave, I did one last clean up around his house and dragged the broken-down mobility chair into his room. “Would you like me to try and get you a new chair, Sir?” He lazily looked up from stuffing himself, “Hmm… no… don’t bother… Too puny… I’m too heavy…” “I can try to find a larger one…” “No… better off… putting wheels on… a bed, boy…” I shrugged my shoulders and turned around. Before I could take a step, I heard an ominous creak from the floorboards and Mr. Jacob grunting loudly. Soon after, I felt a fat hand cup my rear-end and squeeze firmly. The obese glutton moaned softly and licked his lips. He leaned over as much as he could as if trying to whisper in my ear. My crotch lept in my pants. “Don’t go… too far… boy… Daddy’s gonna… need ya… again…” He huffed between breaths. I smiled. He was quickly starting to grow on me – something about his confidence. Over the next few days, I continued to assist him in all his daily activities. He would just eat away all day and watch me work, and I would periodically try to get him moving. I managed to set up a pulley system above his bed which he could grab and hoist himself up if he laid down, and it doubled as a way to lift his belly. I would hook a tarp up to the pulley and slide it under his gut. The device would lift up his belly, and I would be able to clean underneath it, among other things. At the end of my first week with him, Mr. Jacobs asked me to move in permanently. He would pay for my living expenses and continue to pay me for my services. I didn’t even need to think – I already knew I wanted to. Thus, began a truly great first-client experience.

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[jeogiyall]

Pas De Deux; H.HJ

Word Count; 9.7k

Genre; Fluff, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Reader X Hyunjin

Warnings; Swearing, Suggestive, I would advise against reading if you have abandonment issues? It’s brought up a few times,,

Additional; Featured Chan, Felix, Jisung, and Minho; Ballerina Reader, Dance Partner Hyunjin, Reid once again writing about something that she has no idea how to do, (Sort Of) Slow Burn

A/N; when i tell u guys that i literally have no self control,, THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THIS WAS 10.46K ASFDSFS someone save me from myself. i’m sorry if anything’s inaccurate, i haven’t done ballet since i was like five and most of my research is from the unreliable internet,,, so if any ballerinas read this and are repulsed i’m sorry asdfdsa. please leave something nice if you enjoy <3<3<3<3

The last time that you saw Hwang Hyunjin was in fifth grade. You were wrapped up in each other on your front porch, him choking out tears as though it hurt. 

“Jinnie!” You cooed while running a hand through his short black hair, “I’m not dying, just going to boarding school!” His cries (along with the ringing guilt in your ears) only grew louder, “You’re really good at dancing, just audition next year!” He shook his head fervently against the crook of your shoulder, wet tears falling onto your skin.

“You know I suck at ballet!” If it weren’t for his palms pulling at his teary cheeks you would’ve giggled, maybe even teased him for the time in class that he almost broke his wrist while warming up at the barre. But he was crying, he was sad, and he was convinced that he’d never see you again. The sight alone was enough to make you pout, which only served to make him cry harder, “You could join my contemporary class for the summer?” He asked with starry, red eyes. It was almost enough to make you say yes.

“You know that I suck at contemporary!” The boy giggled at your counter, a sound that made your heart soar amidst all of the crying.

“Yea, you do...” He brought a hand up to his cheeks, trying desperately to wipe away tears that wouldn’t stop falling, “Just promise that you won’t forget me! I won’t forget you so you can’t forget me!” His pinky finger extended so it was nearly brushing the spot in between your eyebrows, and you were hit by the whispers of your first crush. With the summer days spent riding scooters in your driveway, and the winter ones spent sledding in it. With the long nights spent giggling about nothing underneath a blanket fort, or the endless days spent climbing trees in the bottomless woods behind the boys house. You were hit with the last five years all at once, and you knew instantly that even if he wasn’t standing in front of you with a teary face that you would still promise.

“I promise.” You answered while hooking your pinky in his as if it were a vow.

The school ended up being a perfect fit, your favorite part being the dorm room all to yourself. Even though it was small, and very ugly, it was all yours. Just like the friend group that blossomed out of your first ever co-ed class (which is sadly not a very interesting story. Han Jisung just made you swear to not dislocate his shoulders during partner stretches, and who are you to break a promise? Afterwards you received an invite to sit with him and his friend at lunch, the rest is history. Loud, annoying history.)

Nothing could’ve made it better... Well, nothing except for your sweet friend who had once occupied each thought in your head. Your sweet friend who’s summers were suddenly too full to see you, even for just a day. 

Your sweet friend who didn’t keep his promise.

* 

When it was announced that the contemporary and ballet branches of your dance institute would be merging for a year, your mind immediately jumped to Hyunjin. Despite not seeing him for almost six years. He always had such a passion for the style, making you miss out on hours of homework to watch videos of his favorite performers (it’s not like you minded too much, though.)

Han’s, on the other hand, was pure rage. Pure rage which he was letting out from your bed while watching you unpack.

“I just don’t get why they have to take a ballet class too! I have enough trouble getting solos as is.” The boy pouts while resting his head on your orange wood headboard. You’d feel sympathetic if it weren’t for the fact that he was blatantly lying, Han Jisung had gotten nearly every solo since eighth grade. Instead you roll your eyes dramatically and throw him a wadded ball of fabric from your suitcase. Naturally, he screams.

“Shut the fuck up and be helpful.” You scold, earning a childish whine while he sits up to fold the countless leotards. 

“Remind me why I missed you?” He grumbles just as your other, much nicer, friend walks into the cramped room.

“Aww, you missed me Sungie?” Felix asks, voice booming deeply through the space. The two of you instantly drop the clothes in your hands and run to the boy, which you should reprimand Jisung for seeing as he just lifted a finger. But you don’t, because Felix is here with more freckles than the last time you saw him and fresh pink hair that’s definitely going to be dyed natural again within the first week.

“Yes.” The energetic boy answers while worming his way into your hug. Felix giggles softly while petting Han’s dark brown hair before pressing noisy kisses all over his cheeks. He pokes Felix’s ribs as retaliation, to which the boy screeches (directly into your ear, might I add,) and it’s back to the normal, loud chaos “I will kill you!”

“Hey! No murder in my room, if you’re gonna do that go in the hallway!” You snap playfully, pushing Jisung away while moving back into the hug, “Help me unpack? Jisung hasn’t done shit.”

“Not fair!” The boy shouts from your bed, which he’s already plopped back down on.

“I’ll help, besides do you even want him folding your clothes?” You look over your shoulder to see Jisung with his hands tangled up in three different leotards, then back to Felix with terrified eyes. 

‘No,’ you mouth, eliciting another laugh from your friend. He moves over to the bed as well, then sets Jisungs hands free. The three of you talk mindlessly for hours, rambling on about Felix’s summer home and the month that you and Jisung spent traipsing around the boys hometown.

“How do you feel about the merger?” You ask suddenly, cutting Jisung off in the middle of an embarrassing story about a night spent at his house. Felix sighs deeply while tossing you the rolled leotard (your favorite one, light blue with pearls sewn around the collar,) while Jisung throws a wadded up pair of tights at your face.

“It’s fine I guess, just for a year right?” You shrug while the brunette puts on a grimace, hands suddenly very busy with folding, “They really need that rebuild, building’s falling apart. Ours is way better and we have extra room, so why not share?” 

“Tell that to the rat in my mini fridge.” Han grumbles while passing you a pile of black leotards. You laugh and accept, but not before ruffling his stiff hair. 

“Okay, I’ll make sure to do that the next time I’m in your room. Are you done bitching now?” The brunette pokes his tongue out at you jokingly, to which you respond with blowing a raspberry, “Felix is right, besides how terrible is it going to be? We’re all dancers right, and stuff like that is meant to be shared. Who are we to say that they can’t come and learn?” The room turns uncomfortably quiet, Jisung gnawing at his lower lip while Felix picks up his phone.

“Damn it!” The Australian exclaims as his screen lights up. You and Han look at him with furrowed eyebrows before he rolls his eyes and brings the phone up in between your faces, “Administration says I have to fix my hair.” 

Han doubles over with laughter, knocking the mountain of leotards (followed shortly by himself) onto the floor. You follow his lead, and before you know it the three of you are clutching your sides and wiping away happy tears. Felix’s hands ruffle into your hair with a hum, “Maybe I can try Jisungs color, hmm?” You duck away with a snort.

“No! I draw the line at matching hair!” The brunette defends, hands moving to cover the top of his head. Felix lunges at him, fully ready to engage in a tickle fight. Naturally, Jisung screams as if he’s being murdered. It should be annoying, any other time you would find it annoying. But these are your best friends, one of which you haven’t seen in over a month, and for some odd reason your heart feels so full that it could explode. 

“C’mon Lix, I’ll do your hair. What do you think about blonde?” 

And even though tomorrow your school is going to be flooded with new people, and your classes full of students who have probably never done more than basic positions, in the moment it feels okay. Because one of your best friends is screaming ‘NO DON’T TOUCH MY HAIR!’ while the other assures him that ‘It’ll probably most likely be okay! Look, she did mine!’ It’s a perfect chaos that you wouldn’t trade for anything.

*    

There have been plenty of strange coincidences in your life. Like how your first dog was named Felix, and it’s now the name of one of your best friends (who’s hair ended up looking perfectly fine, thank you very much.) Or how your usual waiter at the diner in Jisungs hometown ended up being the cousin of your first kiss. Or how your dorm room is the only one on the hall with painted walls, that just so happen to be your favorite color. Plenty of weird things, but none are as weird as this. Because you’re sitting on the floor of your second class of the day, ‘Intro To Pas De Deux,’ and Hwang Hyunjin has just entered through the side door. Two minutes late.

He’s hard to recognize at first, seeing as there’s more than an added foot of height and black hair that’s creeping down the back of his neck, but the more you look the more you recognize. Pillowy lips, full cheeks, a freckle right in the set of his eye bags. You’re not entirely sold until he laughs, a sweet and breathy sound. The laugh that’s always been three seconds away from turning into a wheeze.

“What’s wrong?” Jisung questions while pulling himself up by your hands, eyes following the line that yours draw to Hyunjin, “Do you know him or something?” 

You’re about to answer when Hyunjin finally turns around, eyes scanning the room before settling on you. He thinks that you look different, too. Taller and slimmer, everything that used to be squishy replaced with soft muscle. But there’s also the bridge of your nose, your hands that are barely gripping Jisungs, and of course your eyes that are staring at him like it hurts. 

“(Y/n?)” He questions, your name falling from his lips as though it’s meant to do so. You nod, mouth falling open dumbly. The boy takes a step forward then freezes.

“Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on? Or at least help me finish stretching?” Jisungs voice reeks of annoyance, you think that if you weren’t in such a state of shock that you’d flick him on the forehead.

“You go to the contemporary school?” Jisung doesn’t take well to being ignored, puffing loudly while scrambling to finish stretching at the barre. Your brain immediately flashes back to Hyunjins second ballet class in third grade, when you were teaching him your favorite warm up stretches. He ended up tangled in between the barre and the wall, which shouldn’t even be possible, but Hyunjin managed. 

“Um... Yea.” Every inch of your body is screaming to stand up and engulf him in a hug, but your legs feel like jello. That, and there’s a small feeling of anger rising in your throat, “L-let me help.” He plops down in front of you before you can say yes. You don’t have to though, Hyunjin still knows that you can’t refuse him. You take his hands in yours, definitely ignoring the pink flush to his cheeks, and pull his torso towards you. 

“It’s been six years.” The words come out choked, full of the pain from your first summer without him. When you’d spend hours playing out in the sun, knocking on your friends front door every morning. He was never there. 

“Sorry.” You want him to show some type of emotion, let you know that he cares. That he’s actually sorry for breaking his promise, “I tried to come and see you in July but you weren’t home.” 

“I was at Jisung’s house, we spend the summers together.” If you were more angry and less hurt you would say ‘now that I don’t spend them with you,’  but he’s still Hyunjin. He’s still Hyunjin, and you don’t think that you could handle the way he would frown at your snide remark. 

Jisung flashes you a look from his place at the barre that reads ‘Who is this guy and why do you look so sad?’ You let Hyunjin pull you into the stretch while responding with a gaze that says ‘I’ll tell you later.’  Hyunjins grip tightens on your hands as you exhale deeply into the stretch, the light blue fabric of your leotard brushing against the dance studio floor.

“(Y/n,) I-” Maybe it’s the way that he licks his lips before talking, or the fact that he looks so much and so little like your best friend at the same time, or possibly even how you can feel the way that he hugged you at your last meeting sitting on your shoulders like a winter coat, but his hands suddenly feel like fire.

“I have to go!” You exclaim, popping up out of the stretch and onto your feet in one swift motion. The boy looks up at you with puppy dog eyes that spark a feeling so intense in you that you have to look away, “I have to go, I-I’ll um... I’ll see you around.” You dash off to the spot in front of Jisung, silently thanking every star in the sky that Hyunjin doesn’t have a chance to follow you. Because just as soon as you get up someone else sits down and begins to excitedly ask the boy questions (he’s short, with a petite frame and an unfamiliar face. Probably another transfer student.)

“Did he say something to you?” Jisung asks as you jump into your favorite warm up routine. There’s not really a right way to answer, because did he say anything just now? No, but six years ago he said that he’d never forget you. He promised as much, and then spent every moment doing nothing but that. You exhale while your feet continue to move instinctively, a slight sense of peace washing over you at the comfort of a routine. 

“We should focus, class is starting soon.” Jisung whines and argues, but you just ignore him. Similarly to how you ignore Hyunjins gaze on you for the rest of the class. 

*

Ignoring Hyunjin is much easier than you anticipated. In class you can distract yourself with Jisung before the teacher comes in, and lunch is fine enough. While he is there, sitting at a table that’s painfully close to yours, he doesn’t try to talk. Or worse, come and snatch up the free seat across from Felix. But no, he does nothing of the sort. Just laughs with his friends and shoots the occasional glance your way (the one composed of sparkly eyes and lips that are a breath away from pouting.)

But then there’s now, standing in the doorway of your stage chemistry class and Hyunjin is all that you can see. Hyunjin, standing in the center of the room and pressing play on the terribly outdated stereo. Hyunjin, running a hand through his raven black hair and inhaling deeply with closed eyes. All you wanted was to get your jacket, but now you have enough Hyunjin for a lifetime.

Loud, bass heavy music swells in the room as he starts to move. At first the movements are jerky, awkward almost. But then the music decrescendos every so softly and he exhales, then proceeds to move as if the dance is being pulled out of him. As if this choreo is the way that he was programmed to move. When the song peaks you swear that you feel tears prickling the back of your eyes, because this is so Hyunjin. The way he’s dancing with every bone in his body, the way his hair is now dripping in sweat and flying all around him, the way his plump lips suck in air. It’s Hyunjin down to the core, and you’ve missed him so much.

When the music dies you clap slowly, causing the boy to shoot up like a frightened cat. He whips around to where you stand, softening like butter when he sees your frame leaned up against the wooden door frame.

“You scared me!” He shrieks, bringing up a hand to clutch his chest. It reminds you of your last Halloween with him, when the two of you got to trick or treat alone. Hyunjin decided that it would be a great idea to go to a fear farm, in which he screeched and clung to you the entire time. It wasn’t even that scary, he’s just a baby.

“Sorry.” You answer, mouth going as dry as the desert, “You, um... You’re really good.” He laughs flatly while moving over to his dance bag to pull out a towel. You watch as he dabs the sweat away, something stupid and needy churning in your stomach. You write it off as hunger.

“Thanks, I still suck at ballet though.” It’s a joke, you know it’s a joke, but something about laughing feels wrong.

“You don’t.” You take a step into the room, wandering over to where your windbreaker is piled on the floor next to the boy, “I’ve seen you in class, and you’re not bad. Just out of practice.” He lets out another flat laugh while dropping the towel, quickly exchanging it with a water bottle.

“Yea, about nine years out of practice. I barely even remember how to do a pirouette.” He’s trying so hard to make you laugh, just like the old days. The growing tension in your shoulders and lump in your throat is preventing that from happening.

“I can teach you.” You offer while shrugging the jacket on. Within seconds he’s babbling out excuses, which you wave off, “Don’t even worry about it, I need to practice anyways.” You bend down to untie your sneakers before moving to the center of the room, Hyunjin following in quick succession, “So you obviously know the proper foot technique, pointed toes only and all of that. And the retire position is just your foot in the notch above your knee.” You demonstrate it in the mirror, and even though he’s far from being a ballerina he’s done enough classes to know that you want him to copy it, “Yea, good. It looks good.”

“Where are my shoulders supposed to be?” He asks shyly, not used to questioning such simple things.

“Back, always back. Now check that your hips aren’t tilted, I-I’ve always been told to imagine that they’re a fruit bowl.” You steal a quick glance at the boy while he’s adjusting, heart fluttering the same way that it did so many years ago, “Okay, now um... Now put your feet into fourth position, just like that yea, then bend your knees and push off from your back leg.” You do the turn, a motion so natural that it might as well be brushing your teeth, “Like that, easy peasy!” The boy scoffs while bringing up his arms the same way that you had yours just seconds ago.

“Yea, easy peasy for you!”  A soft giggle falls from your lips, bouncing off the walls of the empty studio (as well as Hyunjins ears.)

“C’mon!” You tease while moving around to face him, a soft smile playing at your lips, “You see me mess up in class all of the time, just go for it. The worst that could happen is being wrong.” He nods, then exhales shakily. When he does the turn it’s a bit wobbly, but definitely not anything worse than what you’ve seen before.

“Oh my god, (Y/n) that was terrible like genuinely awful-” The words feel harsh, but he’s wearing a bright smile and laughing like there’s not a care in the world. You can’t help but laugh too.

“No, no! It was fine!” You assure through a laugh as he gets back into position. From the corner of your eye you see him mouth ‘liar,’ which earns him a harsh flick between the eyes, “Just bring your hips a little more forward like...” It’s instinctual for your hand to fall onto his hipbone, something you’ve done to Felix hundreds of times. The main difference is that when you adjust Felix he usually tells you to fuck off, then softly knees your stomach. When you do it to Hyunjin he audibly chokes and you feel fire ignite beneath your fingertips, “Like this. Now go into fourth and try again, but keep your hips aligned!” The boy nods before sinking into position and pushing up into a flawless turn.

“I did it!” He exclaims, hands flying up like he’s about to hug you, “You were right, you were right I did it!” Something about his wide, excited eyes makes every wall built around your heart crumble into dust. So you accept the hug, once again allowing yourself to fall victim to the sweetness that is Hwang Hyunjin.

“I was what, I was... Did you say right?!” He rolls his eyes at your teasing, trying desperately to pretend like he didn’t miss it. It’s useless, because the way that Hyunjin’s holding you let’s you know that he’s missed you just as much as you have him, “Alright big guy, let me go. I’ve got studying to do and shoes to break in.” He whines lowly, arms trying to grab you as you snake away. 

“Can we get dinner together or something?” He begs, hand briefly tangling itself in yours. You fight down the blush rising to your cheeks while pulling your hand away and stuffing it into your pocket.

“Not tonight, you have to keep practicing those pirouettes! But don’t worry, you’ll be seeing more of me... Partner.” Hyunjin smiles widely at your words, realization settling in as quickly as they leave your mouth.

“Do you mean...?”

“Yes,” You exhale, mentally preparing for another bone crushing hug, “I’ll be your partner for class.” 

Hyunjins hug is almost nice enough that you forget about how annoying Jisung’s going to be when you tell him.

*

It turns out that the friends Hyunjin made are almost as amazing as the ones that you did. Everyone was a little awkward when the two groups first merged, specifically Jisung who was still butt hurt about you switching partners. But then Felix got to talking with Chan (the person who’s been mothering your friend ever since he started at the contemporary institute. From the way they talk, Hyunjin would’ve both starved and failed if it weren’t for the older boy,) and suddenly everyone was meeting in your room on Fridays for a weekly game of uno. 

“Absolutely not, you’re fucking cheating!” Minho (the other new face from your stage chemistry class,) shouts while pointing a finger across the card pile and into Jisungs face. The boy moves to jokingly bite at it, causing Chan’s eyes to go as wide as the moon.

“No, no, no! No murder, and no biting what the hell!” You snort at your new friends bewildered expression while passing a canned sparkling water to Hyunjin. He accepts with a smile before mouthing ‘they’re insane!’ Felix sees and proceeds to nail him in the face with your favorite throw pillow.

“Says the guy who sleeps in socks-” Hyunjin throws the pillow back harshly, causing Chan to damn near pass out. It’s all that you can do to not roll over with laughter.

“My feet get cold.” He grumbles with a pout that makes both you and Minho coo from your spots beside the boy.

“Okay, okay, Minho just pick up the cards and let’s keep going? I’m about to finish!” The boy grumbles angrily, all ‘stupid card game’ and ‘I don’t wanna pick up twenty cards!’ You lock eyes with Chan from across the card pile, taking brief solace in the presence of someone else with a functioning brain.

“So we all know that (Y/n’)s about to win, and that she’s my best friend and favorite duet partner,” Everyone answers him with an immediate ‘rude,’ which makes a girlish giggle bubble up in your throat, “which is why it makes me so terribly sad to do this.” You watch closely as he dramatically pulls a card from his hand then places it on top of the deck, a fat draw four staring you straight in the eyes. Everyone goes silent while watching your face fall drastically.

“Hwang Hyunjin, I am going to-” The room bursts into chaos before you even finish the sentence. In the end there are about twelve fresh bruises, six entirely hoarse sets of vocal chords, and one demolished dorm room. Just a normal Friday night.

Except for the way that your heart stutters when Hyunjin mouths a simple ‘love you’ over the bustling group. That’s not normal, but you think that you like it.

*

“Hyunjin, if you keep your hands there I’m going to fall.” You say to your duet partner, whose hands are wandering aimlessly up your torso. They’re supposed to be on your hips, serving as an anchor for your body while it dips towards the ground. 

“Sorry, sorry.” The boy mumbles, not entirely meaning it. It’s impossible to be sorry when he can physically feel your heart speed up beneath his hands.

“Try to sound just a little bit less convincing next time, okay?” You shimmy slightly in a futile attempt to move his hands, which only makes him laugh brightly. If it weren’t for your less than ideal position (halfway bent into a split with every ounce of your weight balanced on the tips of your toes,) you would hit him.

“Do you want me to drop you, because I can drop you if it’s what you want-” The teacher snaps her fingers, pulling everyone’s attention out of the various warm up routines and to the front of the room. Hyunjins hands pull away from your torso so quickly that it burns.

“No dropping dance partners on purpose, that’s the first rule of building stage chemistry.” She chastises, eyes brushing briefly over your friend which causes him to turn thirty shades of pink. You giggle quietly to yourself before sticking your tongue out at him, “But of course, you can’t truly start to build a connection until there’s material. So that’s what we’re doing today, I’ve assigned each group with a pas de deux, or ‘dance for two’. Whoever I think shows the most promise within the next week will be given the opportunity to enter in the regional competition.” She says opportunity, but the stern tone of her voice means that whoever she picks will definitely have to do the competition.

Everyone floods to the front of the class before she even finishes, Hyunjin moving to do so as well before you quickly grip his wrist.

“She didn’t say to go yet, and if we want to qualify for that competition we’re going to have to start kissing up now.” You keep your face forward, chin up and shoulders back, but even then you can feel Hyunjins smile, “What?!”

“You want to do the competition?” He sounds hopeful, nearly childlike.

“Of course! That’s like half the reason I go to school here, the competitive atmosphere.” People are starting to settle back into place, your teacher wearing a look of utter annoyance. Hyunjin doesn’t seem to notice, seeing as his mouth keeps moving.

“I’ve only known how to do a pirouette for a month, and I still can’t really get my double. You’d have a better chance with Han, or-” As soon as the teachers back is turned you whip around to your babbling partner, hands planted firmly on his broad shoulders. It takes a second for his eyes to meet yours, but when they do he nearly melts.

“I don’t want to do it with anyone else, I want to do it with you. And just because your double isn’t perfect doesn’t mean that it’s not good so stop stressing.” He looks down for a second, cheeks growing as pink as your shoes. By force of habit you hook a hand beneath the boys chin and force him to look at you, “I mean it.” He swallows harshly, then nods. With a sigh you let go of the boy and return to your previous (assigned) position. Just in time too, seeing as the teacher turns around right as you settle next to the boy.

“You may check your assignments at the end of class, if you haven’t done so already.” You flash a knowing glance to Hyunjin, almost as if to say ‘I told you so.’ He knows better than to argue.

At the end of class you go up to look with Jisung while Hyunjin gathers your things for you, the short brunette babbling excitedly about the previously mentioned regional’s. 

“I thought that you don’t do partner work?” You tease lightly while ducking down to look at the list.

“I don’t, but neither does my partner! So we’ll just be okay at...” He bends next to, head full of brown hair hitting you straight in the eyes, “Romeo and Juliet?” You bite down a laugh while pushing the boy away.

“Don’t try to fight it, you’re such a Romeo. Just like I am such a... Lise!” The boys face contorts with jealousy as he ducks back down, once again knocking your heads together.

“You guys got La Fille mal gardee? And the ribbon dance?!” You giggle back a small yes while pinching the boys frowning cheeks, “No fair! Absolutely no fair, I have to do stupid Romeo and Juliet and you got my favorite ballet, no fair!”

“It’s my favorite too!” You defend, which ends up being pointless because both Hyunjin and Jisung chorus back with ‘not true!’ 

“Your favorite is swan lake.” Hyunjin states while sliding your dance bag onto your shoulder. Maybe it’s the fondness in his action, or the way that he named off your favorite ballet as though it was a fact ingrained into his brain, but your heart swells so large that you swear it could pop like a balloon. 

“Okay,” you exhale, hand moving to the spot where his fingers were ghosting just seconds ago, “one of my favorites.”

*

At your first rehearsal for regionals you and Hyunjin are given the ribbon to use, seeing as it’s literally the ribbon dance. Practicing without it was honestly getting awkward, which is unfortunate seeing as the boy nearly got it taken away within minutes. 

“Look (Y/n,) I’m a present!” He had exclaimed, causing you to whip around to the sight of your partner with a pink silk bow tied around his chin.

“Oh no, Hyunjin!” You whispered through a quiet laugh, moving towards him to untie it, “You are so ridiculous!”

“What? Am I not a gift?” He pouted while trying to pull your hands away, which earned him nothing but a harsh smack on the wrist. You slipped it off his face and behind your back just as the teacher walked in the door to give the ‘your ribbon is not a toy,’ talk.

At the second you describe the plot of La Fille mal Gardee, which proves to be slightly (read: very confusing.)

“Wait wait wait, she doesn’t even like the other guy?!” He asks while shaking his head cutely, black hair bouncing along with the motion. If it gets any longer he’s going to have to start putting it up.

“Nope, not one bit.” His eyebrows furrow as he starts to grumble ‘this is kind of stupid,’ earning a giggle and a push to the shoulder, “No it isn’t! It’s funny, and sweet! I really relate to Lise and her... Character arch I guess.”

“Isn’t she the girl who needed guarding or something like that?” His tilts to the side, teeth catching ever so slightly on his puffy pink lips.

“Yea,” You exhale with a quickening heart rate, “something like that.” There’s silence for a minute, nothing but Hyunjin shaking his head and sighing softly.

“That’s not you. No one needs to guard you.” For some reason your brain flashes back to the third summer alone (that awkward stage where you were too old to make new friends and too young to go see Jisung,) when you spent everyday walking through the woods alone. Sometimes you would just walk until the sun went down and your only company was the stars, but most days you would find a new place to sit down and hum out the motifs of your favorite ballets, “No one.”

For a moment you think that he’s right.

The fourth rehearsal (exactly one week after the first) is when you get to a stage kiss in the choreography, your teacher describing the motions along with a recording that’s projecting on the back wall. It starts with the boy pulling in the girl by the ribbon, then swooping down to meet her lips with a smile. Then she twirls away, leaving your skin hot and crawling. 

“We’re um... A-are we gonna do that?” Hyunjin asks through a whisper, leaning close enough that you can feel his breath. It’s warm and smells like spearmint.

“We’ll know when we get there I guess, now pay attention!” You push his face away from yours and back to the projection, watching as the couple wraps each other up in the silky ribbon.

When you do finally get there an hour later he looks so nervous that he could puke. Your teacher shouts out the next move, ‘kiss and then twirl away,’ which only adds to the painful drumming of your heart.

“It’s okay, (Y/n,) you don’t have to.” His voice is low, hushed. Almost like he doesn’t want anyone else to hear.

“No, no! It’s okay, I’ll just...” You lean forward as much as you can with the ribbon hugging your waist and press a feather light kiss onto the tip of his nose. The teacher coos, maybe even praises the two of you on the developing stage chemistry. You don’t hear it. You don’t hear anything over the erratic beating of your heart, “I’ll just do that, okay?” He swallows dryly, eyes flashing quickly down to your lips then back up to your sweet gaze.

“Y-yea, perfect.” There’s something building up in the space between your bodies, so thick that you could spread it over toast, “You should twirl away, right?” You nod, wanting desperately to stay. To kiss him in an earth shattering way.

A part of you thinks that you shouldn’t. That Hyunjin has the power to ruin every part of you, and that wanting to give that to him after your hearts already been broken is foolish. But you do, you want to. Because loving Hyunjin feels good enough that the pain doesn’t matter.

After the fifth rehearsal the two of you feel as though you’ve torn every muscle in your body. Your teacher decided within the first twelve minutes that the two of you would benefit from some conditioning, which resulted in you and Hyunjin holding side by side planks (as well as other terrible positions) and muttering curses for a solid hour.

“I’m gonna collapse.” Hyunjin whines, plopping down onto the hardwood floor beside his dance bag. Something that’s probably supposed to be a laugh falls out of your mouth before you pull the water bottle from your bag.

“At least you haven’t been wearing pointe shoes all day.” You groan while moving the bottle to your mouth. A mouthful of water slides down your throat right as the boys face twists into one of horror.

“Oh gosh, oh no I’m so sorry!” You try to wave the black haired boy away, which only makes him feel worse, “No, no! I wanna help let me umm... Come back to my room? I can set up a foot bath with...”

“Epsom salts.” You answer after swallowing another swig of water, “But I have all of the stuff in my room, I can take care of it.” Hyunjin whines again while rolling over onto his stomach and pushing himself into a sitting position. There’s a bead of sweat dripping down the bridge of his nose, something that you shouldn’t focus on. It catches on the tip before falling delicately onto his collar bone.

“I wanna take care of it,” It feels like all of the air has been sucked out of the room, “just... Here, wear my jacket into the building so no one can see that you’re uh... A girl.” You try to argue again, but then your cheeks are squished in between his hand and his eyebrows are furrowed just enough for it to be cute, “Let me take care of you.”

And really, how could you say no to that?

*

“Hwang Hyunjin, you are my favorite person in the world.” You sigh, feet dipping into the warm cloudy water. He plops down next to you with a laugh and arms full of snacks.

“Can I get that in writing? You know, just to prove it to Jisung.” Laughter bounces off of his dorm walls, filling the boys brain with childhood memories. Like the time that you two were riding scooters in your driveway and just as the sun started to set you skinned your knee. Hyunjin had thought for a minute that the shaking of your shoulders was sobbing, but quickly discovered by a tilt of your chin and hands wrapped around your sides that you were indeed laughing. Beautiful, clear laughter complete with sunshine dripping from your skin. It was the first time he can remember thinking that someone was beautiful.

“Yes!” You exclaim, effectively pulling the boy from his memory, “But only if you give me food.” He giggles tiredly, a sound so sweet that it might as well be honey, and tosses a bag of pita chips your way.

“You don’t even have to ask.” 

You’re supposed to go back to your dorm at eleven, thirty minutes after arrival. But then Hyunjin starts talking about anything and everything, ranging from how he met Minho to the old building of his school. The way he chuckles sleepily while reminiscing on water logged ceilings is enough to make you melt.  

Somehow your head ends up pulled against his chest, rising and falling with his breaths. There’s an arm tied around your waist like ribbon, lips softly brushing your hairline as he mumbles endlessly about everything, your leg across his lap as though they’re supposed to be. 

“What time’s it?” You slur, clenching onto the fabric of his shirt. It smells like spice and fresh pine and Hyunjin. So much like Hyunjin.

“Midnight.” You think to yourself that it’s time to leave, that if any of the staff found out about this you’d be dead. You also think that Hyunjin smells like fresh pine and that he’s holding you in a way that you’ve never been held.

The sound of his even breathing and the weight of his arms on you lulls you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

*

When you wake up it’s to the obnoxious blaring of Hyunjins alarm. The boy whines lowly before punching it into snooze. It’s enough to make you laugh, then pull your head away from the cradle of his chin.

“C’mon sleepy, it’s time to get up. What do you have for breakfast?” If it weren’t for your hair tickling his cheek or the way your torso writhes beneath his arm he would be annoyed by your chirping voice. After the hundreds of early mornings school has thrown your way you can’t really help but be a morning person. 

“More sleep, that’s what I have.” He grumbles as you crack the curtains open, trying desperately to pull the comforter over his eyes.

“You need food to fuel your body Hyunjin-” Before you can finish lecturing him an arm shoots up from beneath the gray blanket, crashing your body onto his with a sleepy groan.

“M’ just kidding.” He pulls you under the blanket with him, mimicking the first time he spent the night at your house. You two stayed up until the sun was rising, hidden away from the world by the fluffy pink comforter of your childhood bedroom, “Protein bars are in the closet and apples’r on top of the mini fridge.

It’d be so easy to skip classes and stay here all day, not a care in the world besides the sweet boy that you’re currently tangled in. A part of you wants to melt away and give in, but a bigger part knows that doing that is a commitment. Like saying that you’re his to hold and break however he pleases. It’s the scariest thought that you’ve had in months.

“W-we should get going. Yea?” The words sound like you’ve been choking on them. A fact that Hyunjin takes notice of, eyes growing sad and attentive as his arms wiggle away from your waist.

“Yea, yea. Minho will be here in ten minutes, we walk to pas de deux together.” Before you can help it your expression turns panicked, eyebrows shooting up as your jaw drops open, “Sorry! He’s not gonna tell anyone or anything I promise!” Something clenches in your chest at the sight of him sitting up in bed, black hair sticking up every way that it can.

“I know he won’t, it’s just...” You look down at your body, clothed with Hyunjins sweatshirt and a pair of his long socks (turns out that he was onto something with the whole ‘sleeping in socks’ thing,) “I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.” His gaze shoots up to meet yours, so soft and relaxed that you could cry.

“Which would be?” There’s a pounding in your ears that’s quickly recognizable as a heartbeat. 

“That we’re together.” It’s barely above a whisper, but Hyunjin hears you loud and clear. From the light tremble to the breathy finish, he hears you.

“We could be, if that’s what you want.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, an action familiar enough that it’s normal yet tender enough that your cheeks are flushing pink, “Is that what you want?” 

“I-I, um...” Your heart is screaming yes, that you want to be his and only his. That while you aren’t a girl who needs to be guarded, you are a girl who wants to be guarded. Guarded from everything by Hyunjins thin comforter and strong arms.

But then you think about the promise that Hyunjin broke. The promise that he wouldn’t forget you, and then broke less than twenty-four hours later. You think about how badly you’ve wanted to spend the last day of summer with him every year since. Your mouth opens right as a knock sounds against his door, “Can we talk about this later?” Hyunjin nods lightly while getting up to grab two apples off of the top of the mini fridge. 

“I’m so sorry for however he reacts.” The boy groans under his breath, offering you a light green apple along with an apologetic smile. You accept, smiling back before popping out of bed to pull your dance bag over your shoulder.

“It can’t be that bad, Minho’s level headed.” If it weren’t for the fact that Hyunjin still has a question lodged in his throat he would’ve laughed.

You’re the one who finally opens the door, interrupting Minho mid-knock. At first he looks aggravated, ready to launch into a long speech about how ‘timeliness is important’ and ‘you always fucking make us late’ but when his eyes meet you his jaw goes slack. 

“What the f-”

If the sound of Minho screeching wasn’t telling enough, you were very very wrong.

*

The next four days are spent dancing around Hyunjins burning question, constantly talking about anything else or switching the topic when it seems like he might bring it up. At first he barely notices, simply assuming that you need time to mull it over, but then Jisung and Chan sit in on a lunchtime rehearsal.

The dance is coming along perfectly, so much so that the boys don’t even notice your hesitations. Hyunjin sees it though. Sees the way that your hands tremble before planting on his shoulders, the way that your face looks sad after pressing the soft kiss onto his nose. While he hasn’t seen you dance as much as Jisung or Felix probably have, he’s still seen enough to know that you’re never like this. Never uncertain.

“What was that about?” The boy asks after the rehearsal, hands crossed against his chest. You’re going to ignore him, focus on nothing other than getting out of your pointe shoes and off to your next class, but then his dark brown eyes catch on yours, “Seriously!”

“What are you talking about?” You respond, fingers working quickly to undo the ribbons around your ankles. A sigh leaves your mouth as one shoe slips off and into your bag, quickly moving to the other one before Hyunjin can continue the questioning.

Turns out that your friend is terrible at picking up on social cues.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Your head is briefly pulled up from the floor as his voice grows impossibly soft, your heartbeat faltering ever so slightly. There’s a quiet goodbye as Jisung and Chan leave the studio, “Y-you scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, throwing the second shoe into your bag while a lump takes form in your throat. If he wasn’t your best friend then he would think that you’re just tired, or hungry, or anything other than deflecting. But he is your best friend, who knows that being tired or hungry only makes you sad. Your best friend who knows that you’re deflecting harder than you ever have before.

“It’s okay, just tell me. Please.” His last word is so hushed that you can barely hear it, but it’s there. Light, and airy, and perfectly there, “Is this about what I asked?” Before you can help you’re nodding, once again giving this boy every part of you that can break.

“Yea, kind of.” It feels like your mouth is full of cotton, leaving you uncomfortably hot along with speechless. A loud sigh rings through the studio as Hyunjin slides down to meet your height, hands burying into his raven black hair. The sight takes you back to the last day of fifth grade; you and him holding each other on your front porch as if the world was ending, your hands tangled into his hair.

“Is it because you don’t want to?” There’s his eyes on yours, your chest heaving, and nothing else in the entire universe. Just (Y/n,) the girl who wants to be guarded, and Hyunjin, (Y/n’)s beloved.

“No.” 

“Then why didn’t you say yes?” Right now feels like when you’re at a competition, in the middle of a variation that’s been giving you hell since you started working on it. It’s seconds before the hardest part, the one that you’re still not sure of. It’s the adrenaline rushing through your veins and the words ‘now or never’ echoing with each timed exhale.

“Because. How do I know that you won’t forget about me when summer comes?” Your words hit him like a punch to the gut, causing his lips to part and then heave for air. 

“I-I never forgot about you.”

“Yes you did!” There are tears prickling the back of your eyelids, which you quickly blink away before continuing, “I waited for you outside your house every day! And then, when you wouldn’t show up, I-I’d spend every day alone. Doing what we used to do together, but by myself! I was all by myself and I missed you so much, Jinnie. So, so much.” He’s going to tell you that you’re wrong. That while all of those things happened, he never ever forgot about you.

But then there’s that old nickname, the one reserved specifically for family and you. He hasn’t heard it in months, and when he finally does it’s rolling out of your mouth like a plea soaked in honey. Something that’s going to stick with him for forever.

“(Y/n,) please-” You’re up and out of the door before he can even finish.

*

It’s a dreary Friday morning, rain trickling down your window and painting your room a gray shade of blue. With a deep inhale you realize that everything is finally smelling like fall, which only solidifies the fact that you never want to get out of bed. Unfortunately you have a class in half an hour that you do kind of need to go to. 

But it’s not too terrible. Maybe if you were getting up to go take a math class, or run a marathon, but you aren’t. You’re getting up to go to ballet class, and you can wear your favorite leotard again (the light blue one, with pearls sewn around the collar,) and the rain outside is heavy enough to be calming but light enough that you can fend it off with an umbrella. The only thing that could make this morning any better is your favorite childhood breakfast, honey nut cheerios with strawberry milk.

Which is, oddly enough, sitting outside of your door when you open it to head off to the dining hall. A gallon sized jug of bright pink milk next to a family size box of your favorite cereal, just sitting in the middle of the hallway with a folded piece of paper resting precariously on top. Something about this has Hyunjin written all over it. You lean down to pick up the note, reading it about a thousand times over before rushing back into your room to wolf down the breakfast that you haven’t had in months.

‘(Y/n,)

I never forgot you.

Come to my room tonight after rehearsal. Please.

Sincerely, Hyunjin.’ 

When you two do the first full run through of the pas de deux that night he holds you extra tight. Maybe because he misses you. Maybe because he thinks that after tonight he’ll never have the chance to do so again.

But when he opens the door to his dorm room you see pink fluffy blankets folded on his bed. On top of them is a basket, filled to the brim with every last one of your favorite things. Strawberries dipped in chocolate like the ones your mother would make on hot summer nights, snickers bars like the ones that you two would share after days spent in your driveway, glass bottled lemonade like you would buy from the stand up the street.

“I may or may not have also bought your favorite movie. Well, if it’s still Barbie And the Twelve Dancing Princesses.” A giggle sounds through the room, bouncing around the walls and then back onto Hyunjins burning cheeks.

“It is, but don’t tell Jisung!” Rain starts to fall again, the soft pitter patter mixing perfectly with the boys soft laugh. His hand grazes briefly against the small of your back as he starts to guide you into the tight room, “I’m serious! Him and Lix will make fun of me!” The pout on your face is enough to melt anyone’s heart, which is why Hyunjin doesn’t even think twice when his knees go weak as jelly.

“My lips are sealed.” He says, walking over the boxy tv (that certainly wasn’t there last week) on his desk and inserting the disc, “Now sit back and enjoy.”

It’s not a hard request to fill, your tired body sinking immediately into the fluffy blankets and mouth watering each time you bite down on a strawberry. Rain continues to patter softly against the window, the sound occasionally being replaced by a loud roll of thunder which makes the boy next to you jump. You had laughed at the action, asking softly if he was scared. It was a rhetorical question, you know fully well that he’s always been scared of thunder.

“No! Yes, shut up.” And if you mind that the boy cuddles softly into your side, one arm wrapped around the curve of your waist while the other holds a chocolate strawberry, you don’t say so. 

The two of you stay tangled up in each other like that until the credits roll, Hyunjins breathy sigh hitting your cheek as he shifts to get up. You watch with heartfelt eyes as he crosses the dimly lit room, his black hair briefly sweeping across his eyes. You want to reach up and push it away, but right as you manage to sit up straight he’s done with it and headed back to the bed. With a short laugh you realize that your noses are touching.

“Hi.” The word comes at as a short exhale, leaving a taste on your tongue that’s sweeter than chocolate strawberries.

“Hey.” Your heart flutters at the sound, an exhale laced together with a smile, as his arms return to their previous spot around your waist. There’s probably nothing in the world brighter than the smile he wears for you. Stage lights, the sun, every last star in the sky rolled into one. None of it even comes close to the way that his pink lips stretch perfectly from cheek to cheek, “Do you finally believe me?” He brings up a hand to caress your cheek gently, as though to rub away tears that haven’t fallen.

“Believe wh-”

“Do you believe that I never forgot you? That I never forgot any of you, not even the little things like your favorite color or what you liked to eat for dinner. Maybe I pulled away, but I think it’s because even then I knew how badly losing you would hurt. I-I knew that I never wanted to lose you, which is just what I did...” He swallows harshly, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, “But I’ll never do it again. I’ll never lose you, and I’ll never forget you a-and... And I don’t want to remember you anymore, (Y/n.) I’m so done with remembering, let’s just be.” There’s something stuck in your throat, but it doesn’t hurt the way that tears do. No, this is a release gathering inside of you. One that’s waiting for you to finally give in.

“Hyunjin,” His fingers cradle the curve of your jaw, sending goosebumps down every inch of your body, “kiss me.” And that’s all the confirmation he needs to brush his lips over yours.

At first it’s gentle, almost questioning. Like he’s asking one last time ‘Is this okay?’ But then your hands tangle in his black hair, the way that they’ve been aching to since you first saw him, and he knows that you’re okay. More than okay, you’re in love. With every muscle in your body, you’re in love.

Hyunjin’s hand that was previously holding your face drops back down to your waist and pulls you in softly. They then travel down to your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips before he picks you up and guides you onto the bed. Every movement is so perfect yet raw, feeling like the stuff of ballets. Until your back hits an unopened glass bottle of lemonade, that is. The sudden cold is enough to make you jump.

“What?!” Hyunjin questions, eyes shooting as wide as saucers, “Did I hurt you?!” A laugh sounds through the room while your hand detaches from his hair, opting instead to reach around your body and remove the glass bottle that’s poking you in the least conventional way possible.

“No.” You answer through soft giggles, bringing up the bottle to lightly tap his forehead, “There’s just a lemonade poking me in the ass.”

He flushes bright pink before answering with a tiny ‘oh’ and burying his face into the crook of your neck. If you were less malleable you would’ve teased him even more, but then there are warm kisses on your skin and nothing in your head.

“I love you.” He whispers, head slowly moving until his lips are against your jaw. You’re going to answer, really, but then there are soft lips on your chin and a smile ripping through your body, “I love you.” 

“M-me too.” You stammer dumbly, body going entirely limp as he (finally) presses another kiss onto your lips. The boy pulls away entirely too soon, but it’s okay. There’s something that you need to finish saying, anyways, “I love you too, Jinnie.”

When you fall asleep that night it’s to the sound of pattering rain, with Hyunjins arms guarding you from the world. 

*

The bus back from regionals is quiet, the few sounds that do come about being Chan and Felix whispering softly or Minho giggling at Jisung snoring. You’re about there too, but who can blame you when Hyunjins hands are buried in your hair (which is both stiff and wavy from a combination of hairspray and braided buns.) If you close your eyes and focus really hard you can even feel the rise and fall of his chest where it’s connected with your back. 

“Who’s gonna keep our trophy?” The boy questions, lips moving softly against the shell of your ear. It generates a warm feeling in your gut, one that spreads quickly to your cheeks and ears.

“We’ll trade it off on the weekends. Like divorced soccer parents.” He giggles softly, moving forward to kiss your temple.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” If you were a little bit less tired, or a little bit less in love, then maybe you’d joke back. But you’re wrapped up in him like a ribbon on your waist, foot nudging against a plastic first place trophy while his lips move against you in a way that you could get drunk off of.

“Never.” You answer, hand coming up to wrap around his as if it were a vow, “Never.”

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[softxhariana]

34+35 live stream

description: ariana’s live stream before debut of 34+35 remix music video.

word count: 2.22k

A/N: little piece based off this live stream that ariana did in the countdown to her releasing the 34+35 remix music video with doja and megan. obvs not included every question but just a few fun bits and harry mentions for you x

also disclaimer, this is NOT real, if u don't wanna read about these two then don't, i’m not tryna act like they’re together it is fiction.

❤ anywayz hope u enjoy luvs xox

❖   "HELLO EVERYONE! thank u for coming to this premier,” ariana smiled sweetly at the camera, as the video cut to a shot of her for the beginning of the countdown.

“we had so much fun making this 34+35 remix video for you, and uhh, we hope you love it.” she continued, playing with her hair. no matter how long she did this for she swore she would never cease to get slightly nervous in these situations. where it was her alone, in front of a camera. but her fans made her feel at ease, and she felt she owed them something, as she hadn’t done many quarantine interviews like other celebs have.

“i thought i would come celebrate and join the countdown with you guys. which is something that I've never done before, but i’m very happy to be here and i was very excited to get some questions from you all...” she held up the sheets of twitter questions she had received, “um that i’m gonna be answering while i’m here so, i cant wait to celebrate this together and countdown and answer some of your questions!” she finished with a smile.

and it was genuine. a real smile that her fans were thrilled to see.

ariana was genuinely so happy and content with her life right now. with her family, her music, her friends, harry. harry her FIANCE!! might she add.

everything just felt perfect, and after all the shit the last couple years had thrown her way, she appreciated the break.

 she got her love back, she was making music that she fully loved, and put her whole soul into, and she had fans who had stuck with her and supported her through some of the darkest times in her life, that were now able to experience her happiness and personal growth with her. so truly, little things like this, felt like the least she could do for them.

“ohh this is a good one because its 34 35 related” she tucked her hair behind her ears, “@noirgrande said ‘ummm its just i wanna the end of 34+35 is it awww shit or nooo shit, i just wanna sing the song right”

“umm it is indeed no shit” she confirmed, smiling matter of factly at the camera before reciting the closing line of the song.

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“@arianalocks1223 said ‘will we get to see the track list before the songs release?’” she paused for a second to process - which turned into a few more seconds, she was a bit slow today. she had told harry with full sincerity that she thought it was because she was getting old but he had just cracked up at her absurd statement, and told her that if that was the case he’d still think she was a milf

“you will!” she nodded with certainty, “indeed. ummm... i can tell you them now” she blurted, oops.

“i suppose thats not like... is that against the rules? can i do that?” she turned, to question scooter who was supervising off camera, not wanting to get her label mad at her for releasing too much information, something she has a tendency to do. 

after getting the nod of reassurance from him she turned back to the camera, “so out of ‘POV’, you go into, um, an interlude called ‘someone like u’. after that is a song called ‘test drive’, after that is the 34/35 remix with doja and meg” she smiles lightly, “and after that is a song called ‘worst behaviour’, and after worst behaviour is... a song called ‘main thing’...” she finishes, a shy smirk forming on her face, dimples appearing, “so that’s the tracks.” 

continuing with the countdown, ariana felt her heart warm at the love her fans were giving her and this album. she loved interacting with them and making them happy and proud of her so knowing she had done just that, was an amazing feeling.

“umm hesbloodsline... @hesbloodsline ... i’m really fond of this question because its really to the point, ‘where's the pig and where the fuck is harry?’” she smiled, holding in a laugh.

“piggy’s here, she's great, she's really doing so well and life is really good for her right now, she's really thriving and doing her thing” she ranted, a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “um, i make her big salads everyday that she likes, she's doing really great. she asked me to stop posting her as much because she's actually really offended by a lot of your jokes that you make on twitter, she asked me to have a word with you guys” she continued to joke, well aware that she probably found herself more funny than anyone else did right now.

“she doesn't like the jokes about being eaten, they really hurt her, umm yeh, and she asked me to convey that... no she’s great...” she finally decided to answer, “and harry, is on set today, so um, yeh thats where he is... but don't worry i will tell him to keep you in the loop, i’ve got you” 

ariana unconsciously let a small smile take over her glossed lips when talking about harry. he had been so excited about this new project and seeing him passionate and happy about anything he’s doing, always made her happiest.

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“nicole! @nastyctrl. nicole said ‘who helped come up with the concept for the positions music video, love u sm ari’ love you so much to, i love you so much more” she paused, she loved this story,

“um this is actually a really funny story, dave and i had been going back and forth on several different concepts, and i couldn't, like... marry one... i couldn't really, like, really commit to one, i wasn't 100% sold. and it was missing a certain element of empowerment. and i kept, you know, trying to think of things that would make it more impactful cause i wasn't loving what we had...”

“anddd then me and harry were on this huge hike, and he just turned to me and was like, ‘what if you were the president?’ which was like, not at all fitting cause i was dying and complaining the whole time. but i was like,” she tried to imitate a shocked face through her smile and laughed 

“and when i called dave he was like ‘oh... kay, ill call you guys back’ and had the whole production team redo everything, and i had mimi pull completely different outfits and we completely started over cause that idea was what i was, craving and missing. and i was like, wow, thats so perfect” she smiled, shrugging her shoulders, “so yeh, honorary directing credit to harry styles, if you liked that”

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“this is from @borderlinevinyl, who said ‘how much of the album was recorded at your little home studio?’ ummm..” she sang, looking off camera in thought, everything in quarantine had honestly just blurred into one so she was struggling to remember what exactly she recorded where,

“um... a lot of it was... i think i did parts of everything here and parts of things at tommy's i know i did, um, the final chorus ad-libs for positions at home” she began listing in her head, “i know i did all of off the table at home... i know i did the final chorus of my hair at home because we- i-” oops. she had to control the laugh threatening to leave her lips at the lack of subtlety in her correction

“-i got out of the shower and he was like ‘oh your whistles are really here right now’, and i was like y’know what... yeahh they are aren’t they” she laughed as she squinted her eyes and recited that part of the conversation, even trying to imitate his deeper accent.

she had been singing in the shower - as she always did - and harry joining her never seemed to stop her from belting out any whitney or old one direction classic she wanted to. he would even join in sometimes and they'd end up with their own mini concert, dancing around naked, shampoo and conditioner bottles in hand singing their hearts out to everything from high school musical to nicki minaj to fleetwood mac.

while it felt like too bold of statement to make as she truly revelled in and enjoyed everything they did together, showering with him was truly one of her favourite’s. whether it was steamy shower sex that had all glass surfaces in the room fogging up or letting loose and dancing and singing under the pouring water, every moment felt so intimate and sacred. it truly made her feel like they were they only people in the world. 

of course he would claim she was out singing him every time she whistled and would jokingly try to replicate the note but he was truly just in awe off the sounds that came from her mouth (in all senses of the word;)

"-and so i opened ‘my hair’ and just randomly did that” she continued, “um what else did i do here, i did the a lot of the backgrounds and ad-libs for 34+35 here, um, obvious was done at home, a lot of six-thirty was done at home”

caught in her own thoughts she only realised she had probably been droning on for too long when she caught scooters eye across the room and with a blush she shook her head as if to clear it, “this is an annoying answer, everything was kind of all over the place but i did a lot, a lot, a lot of the vocals for the album at the house" she finally finished the long answer, moving on quickly as she realised she didn't have long until the premiere and she wanted to answer as many of the questions as possible.

“ok, second last question from hannah, ever- @everdxystxless, im sorry i don't know how to pronounce that” she laughs looking up at the camera with wide eyes, not sure how exactly how she was supposed to go about pronouncing the username, 

“im sorry, um, but anyway she say’s ‘ari baby, how do you feel about harry getting to do a movie with florence pugh, we know your a big fan of hers, ps. i love you so much!’ well hannah, i love you too” she replies, as she thinks back to when harry first introduced the two, after she had gotten over the initial fangirling, the pair became amazing friends. florence struck ariana as such a genuine, loving person and they shared the same dry sense of humour. plus ariana might of been just a little obsessed with her accent - not that she would ever admit that and scare the girl off.

“and... um, yeah, it literally, made me beyond happy, i was fully like, fangirling when i met her the first time” she laughs as she plays with her hair, “she honestly, probably was like, ‘who the fuck is this girl? what is she doing?’”ariana imitated, a faux scared/weirded out look on her face, playing the part of a mildly pissed off florence - which she luckily had never been on the receiving end of, “im sure i was being the opposite of subtle about it but, no, she really truly is the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful, talented human being” she emphasises, the thought of any news outlets of fan’s trying to spin a ‘jealousy’ story about this making her internally role her eyes,

“midsommar is, like, one of my all time favourite movies, and she's amazing in it, and harry’s like so fucking lucky its crazy. so yeah, thats insane”

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"...so yeah... thank you so much! this was so much fun!” ariana exclaimed as she wrapped up the Q&A, smiling wide at the camera, she knew her fans were going to love the music video and she couldn't wait for them to watch it, plus interacting with them in this way always made her happy.

“i love you guys, i miss you” she reminded, “i am so appreciative of everything you've done for this album, for these singles, for this music. i hope that, um, that this makes you super happy, i hope it makes you smile...we had so much fun shooting it and um, the girls are so fantastic, so i hope you love this and i hope you love the deluxe!” 

ariana didn't know how many more ways she could say thank you and express her gratitude but she still had over a minute and a half so she’d have to come up with something, even if it meant she’d sound like a broken record

“i am so thankful for everything and for the love that you've shown this music i cant even begin to articulate it properly so, thank you! i appreciate it so much” she breathed out all in one, “but anyway, the video should be starting soon, so... i hope you like it, don't refresh! it’ll be here soon... i promise... just don't refresh” she urged dramatically, she was really dragging this out, “but yeh” she got out through laughs “the video should be starting anytime now, i love you guys” she blew a kiss to the camera before moving as close to the lens as possible “byee”.

🖤 there u go!! i hope you liked it, and any feedback would always always be welcomed and so so appreciated pls and thanku x 

#3435remix #35+35 #ariana #grande #butera #ag #agb #viral no1 #hiphop #rap #RnB #music #female #woman #trio #livestream #countdown #harrystyles #hs #hariana #dojacat #megan thee stallion

[scrambled-writings-of-an-amateur]

I had always wanted a sibling, but now I'm glad I never got one.

Not that I didn't really really want a sibling. But hear me out.

I was 9 years old when my mom started using hard drugs. 9 years old when my grandma, the only thing I had close to a mother, had passed away. I truly had nobody. My mom isolated me from my dad and kept me from him using threats and blackmail. My whole family moved to a different state to be closer to my grandma's grave. I have no idea why my mom even wanted me with her so badly if she wasn't going to take care of me. Her biggest concern was always her next fix. She worked at a small gas station down the street from where we lived. She would work while I was at school. Eventually, she quit her job to use drugs full-time. I started missing school, fearing that one day, I'd walk in and find her dead. There were people I didn't know constantly coming and going from our house. I had to grow up and learn to take care of not only myself, but a grown woman, too. I learned how to cook with what we had, which was never much at all. I learned you can actually make scrambled eggs in a cup using a microwave. Sounds disgusting, but it's actually not that bad. I lived off of microwaved eggs for a week. Only eating once a day. When we ran out, we no longer had food. My mom no longer had money for food. Only money for drugs. We went weeks without food before a neighbor was kind enough to bring us a food box from a local charity. I would steal small things from the corner store to hold me off. I really learned to ignore my hunger, which still impacts me today. My mom's boyfriend and his younger son would stay with us often. I hated when he did. He was never very nice to me. Not like her last boyfriend was. When he was there, I'd leave the house. Wander around with my friend, whose mom was also on drugs. We would ride our scooters all around town all night. My mom never really cared that I was gone so late. She eventually got an eviction notice from spending rent money on meth. She never told me about anything. I started staying with a girl I went to school with. Her mom had no idea what was going on. I stayed there for about 2 and a half weeks before her mom was like, "okay, you need to go home."

I no longer had a home to go back to. I can't remember how I survived being homeless. For good reason, I'm sure, my brain blocked that memory from me. All I remember is that I was homeless for about 2 weeks before my mom found me again. She drove up in an old car I'd never seen before and said, "I have your stuff packed in the trunk. Get in, we're going to Texas. Just you and me." She smiled at me. The state my grandma was buried in. Where my whole family lived. Without a second thought, I climbed into the backseat. It was only then that I noticed she had her boyfriend with her in the passenger seat. The door was child locked. I was stuck. Needless to say, she did not drive us to Texas. She drove me to my grandmother's, where my dad was staying. She took me out of the car along with a big black trash bag full of clothes that didn't even fit me anymore and dragged me to the front door. She rang the doorbell and as soon as my dad opened the door, she ran. I chased after her but it was already too late. She had jumped back into the car and drove off. My dad was very visibly upset. He was never the best at containing his anger. He got in my face and screamed that I would never see my mom again. All I could do was cry. I never understood why I had to go through all of this. I never understood why God wanted me to hurt so badly.

Now I know, that I would never want someone else to have gone through that with me. For all of this and more, I'm glad I'm an only child.

#rough childhood #only child #drug abuse #neglect #child abuse #trauma #childhood trauma #mental illness #survivor

[theonlygamergost]

What happens in the toy aisle, stays in the toy aisle - Fd!au

This fanfiction is based on the Family Dynamic au made by @antarctic-bay if you would like to know more, go check them out!!!

Also please bear in mind that the things written in this might not be canon!

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Tommy Techno and Will are pretty chaotic without supervision, so when they go pick up Phil from his workplace, they make a fatal mistake: they enter the toy aisle.

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Enjoy~

Phil sighed in relief after a rush of clients had gotten out of the store, the offices had just closed so it was pretty normal for a rush to be around this hour, yet this one ending only meant that in a half an hour, the students rush was going to begin.

This also meant that he had half an hour to refill the shelves, so many things to do, so little time.

“Evening everyone! Evening Phil!” The new employee’s shift started round about now, he greeted everyone and went in the back where he worked, Phil was able to reply with a wave and a smile. The new guy had it rough since he worked the night’s shift in the warehouse, but Phil sometimes brought him coffee or something to eat before leaving work: the guy was slightly older than Wilbur and Phil only felt empathy for the guy.

He stretched his very tired body and started to put the products on the shelves, sleeping three hours for two nights in a row wasn’t the best idea he ever had but convincing Techno to stop studying so late wasn’t an easy task, plus, insomnia is a bitch ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

The store’s “peace” (for how peaceful a store can be that is) was abruptly interrupted by the shouting of “HEY BIG P!!!!” coming further down the aisle. Customers and employees alike stared in confusion at the young boy who had yelled and the other two teens with him.

Phil turned to see his brothers wave at him with a grin on their faces, “Boys? Wha- what are you doing here?” He asked in disbelief, what were they doing here?

“We came to see you Big P!” Tommy hugged his older brother out of nowhere, making them almost lose balance. The other two smiled as they watched the wholesome scene.

“Thank you for coming to see me boys but, the store is on the other side of the town from your school! There has to be another reason you came all the way here” Wilbur and Techno snickered, making Phil more suspicious

then he already was.

“Now I’m genuinely concerned, what are you little shit-heads up to?” Phil engaged his dad-mode, placing his hands on his hips and looking at the teens for explanations. Tommy and Techno smiled innocently while Wilbur answered.

“We came here to pick you up after your shift ends! There was no point in going back home and then coming here so…” He looked around while putting his arms behind his back, Tommy nodded aggressively like he always did when Wilbur talked for the three of them, “We came here directly from school in my car, It just didn’t feel right to make you come back home on the bus. You work for all of us so this is the least we can do”

Phil stared at them in silence, that was so thoughtful of them.

Phil moved around town with the old trusted scooter their father gifted him on his sixteenth birthday, but as time passed, it only became more old and less trusty, so it was no surprise when two mornings ago the scooter didn’t start, the noises it emitted were more than worrying so he brought it to the mechanical near their house. He could afford the repair costs but he completely forgot that he had to use the bus to get to work, so he woke up “at the same time as usual” the next day… he didn’t calculate that the scooter was way faster than the public transport though,  so he arrived twenty minutes late.

“That is very… kind of you guys, but my shift ends in an hour, what are you going to do until then?”

Techno shrugged, “Laugh at kids toys” saying it like it was the most normal and obvious thing in the world.

Phil couldn’t help himself from face-palming, smiling behind the hand that covered his face: he loved his brothers very much, but god why were they so chaotic?

“Fine then, go to the toy aisle, just… don’t get yelled at for making too much noise ok?” Their eyes started sparkling, they were waiting for this.

After thanking and saying goodbye to Phil, Wilbur and Tommy bolted out of view, Techno sighed and shook his head before walking with hands in his pockets after them.

Phil smiled and got back to work, moving the groceries from the cart to the shelves.

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“So wait, you’re telling me that the teacher gave you a vote without checking your paper?” Wilbur was playing with his yo-yo while casually chatting with Techno, Tommy was bouncing a basketball around them.

“Yeah, I mean… it’s pretty normal, the teacher says that it’s always a “waste of time” to check my papers because she never finds any errors” The blonde boy was half-listening to his older brothers, they said they were going to the toy aisle to make fun of stuff, “Stil, the teacher shouldn’t do that! Correcting homework is part of her job!” Yet they were talking about boring stuff, who cares about school anyway?

“I am aware Wilbur, that’s why she doesn’t like me anymore, I said in front of the class that she gave me an A+ but I made two errors she didn’t correct, now both the class and the teacher think I’m an asshole” Techno sighed, he never really cared about what people thought of him, but it still kinda hurt.

Wilbur stopped playing with the yo-yo, looking at the ground while in thoughts.

“Have you reported this to the principal?” Techno shook his head.

As he was about to say something, a bunch of bouncy balls hit them.

“GWAHAHA! YOU JUST GOT PRRRRANKED BRO!” Tommy laughed hysterically at them, holding a small box full of them.

“You in this Techno?” Wilbur grabbed a couple of balls off the ground, “Count me in Will” Techno juggled a ball in his hand, ready for what was about to happen.

“Wait- guys- w-we can talk about this!” Tommy slowly started to back away from them, hoping for an agreement.

“One…” Tommy gulped, Techno adjusted his glasses.

“... Two… “ Tommy became a stuttering mess, Wilbur grinned as widely as he could.

“THREE!” They said in unison, bringing back their arm to launch the bouncy ball as hard as they could.

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Proudly, Phil placed his hands on his hips as he admired the work he had just done: The whole aisle was know refilled and ordinated.

He chucked the empty carton boxes into the cart along with the cutter and pricer. Taking it in the warehouse where the new guy and another employee were drinking coffee, the night was long for them so this was the first of many.

As they noticed Phil walking in, they greeted him, “Yo Phil! Want some coffee?” The older Pandel brother shook his head and thanked them, “No thanks mate, I’m good” Taking one card box at the time, he cut them and folded them to throw them away while making small talk with the other two employees.

“Did you know that the manager got caught flirting with that young cashier the other day?” One of the workers said after taking a bite of their sandwich, “He’s an asshole who looks like a creep, I’m not surprised… “ The other one was playing crosswords, he replied as he scratched his head. “Vertical, four letters, a Japanese company who products televisions and owns a console? Dude, I don’t play those videogames how am I supposed to know?”

“Sony” Phil replied while dropping off the cutter, the guy who asked the question stared at the journal. “Um… Oh Yeah! It fits! Thanks Phil” He scuffed it off as he closed the storage door, heading off to change out of his uniform. He wondered what mess the three brothers could have done while out of his sight.

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Before he changed and waved goodbye to his co-workers, Phil had sent a text to Wilbur, asking him to meet up outside the store, when he arrived there, they were already waiting.

“Alright!” He stretched his arms “I’m so done doing shit today, who wants to order pizza?” The brothers agreed and cheered as they got into Will’s car, of course he was driving, so Phil sat in front and the other two in the back.

“Thank you for picking me up today” He looked at Wilbur.

“No worries big P!” Tommy emerged from the back seat, a soft “It’s the least we could have done” came directly from behind him, he smiled.

“So what did you end up doing while waiting for me?” The car became as silent as rock, Will’s eyes widened.

From that day, the three brothers never entered Phil’s workplace again, also bouncy balls were now banned in the Pandel household.

#tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ph1lza #technoblade #fd!au #fanfiction #my fanfiction #my writing #writing

[sleekervae]

The Neighbour [0.2]

Masterlist

Eva clung especially tightly to Pluto as she followed Remington back to the front gate, her cheeks burning red hot with humiliation. It didn't help either that this kid happened to be wickedly handsome and sans shirt all the while.

Remington wasn't so bothered by the incident, worse case scenario he could convince the guys to order a pizza like he was craving. Nonetheless, he didn't blame Eva; he tried to put that across by keeping the friendly smile on his face and putting her at ease.

"You know, it's not a big deal -- with the food and everything," he assured her, "We'll just order a pizza or something,"

Eva shrugged, "I know. It's just -- you know, I guess this isn't how I expected everything was going to go," she said, "Moving is tough enough with everything going on, and now it seems I got to get a play cage for this little monster,"

Remington patted the top of Pluto's head, "He's not so bad, just a little hungry. Cute little guy, aren't ya?" The pale tabby closed his eyes and rubbed his scruffy head against his palm.

Eva smiled a little, "He likes you. You should be honored, he doesn't warm up to strangers so easily,"

"Well of course he likes me. We have the same hair colour," Remington grinned, subconsciously running a hand through his black and blonde hair.

"You could be twins," Eva chuckled sardonically.

Remington opened the gate for her, "So... do you like the neighbourhood?" he asked.

"It's nice so far," Eva nodded, "I'm still unpacking all my boxes and shit so I haven't really had the opportunity to explore. And given the circumstances and... I -- I forgot my face mask too, fuck,"

Remington shrugged, swallowing the ball of nerves creeping up his throat, "You look pretty healthy to me," he said.

Eva smiled politely, hoping she could attribute the flush in her cheeks to the heat. There was something about him, he was familiar to her. She didn't come right out and say it, perhaps he just had one of those faces one sees and recognizes from somewhere else.

"Well, I should get going. And tell those guys I'm sorry again," she said, walking backwards to the sidewalk.

Remington simply shook his head, "Honestly, don't even give a second thought. Welcome to the neighbourhood, Eva"

"Thank you, Remington,"

There was something about the way his name rolled off of her tongue that sounded so sweet to him. He continued to stand at the gate and watched the pretty young girl cross the street and back into the apartment courtyard. Eva turned and took one last fleeting glance, a zing of electricity zipping down her spine when she saw Remington was still standing there.

Slamming the door to her apartment, she placed Pluto back on the floor, washed her hands thoroughly, and went back to her kitchen to continue with her baking exploits. She tied an apron around her waist, pulled out her ingredients and tried to find a good recipe on her phone. She also made sure to close the window.

She was unbothered when Pluto jumped onto the counter and took a seat, staring at his owner curiously. Eva stared at him just as intently, having half the mind to shoo him off the countertop. He seemed to almost be smiling at her.

"And what are you looking at, sausage thief?"

Some days passed; days filled with doing absolutely nothing. If everything was normal, Palaye Royale would have been smack in the middle of their European tour. Instead, Remington was sitting in his room, bored out of his mind as he continued to press the buttons on his xbox controller. He had played this game so many times, it was too easy. The challenge was gone.

Today was Friday, another Friday that was filled with perpetual boredom and misery. Riding around on his scooter wasn't fun, video games weren't fun, even trying to annoy Emerson wasn't as fun. There was little drive for him to do the bare minimum; it was just an achievement alone that he forced himself to shower this morning.

Lying back on his bed, he stared up at the empty ceiling, closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. Maybe the time would go faster if he slept more, like a hibernating bear? However, the notion of sleep was swiftly yanked away when he heard the doorbell ring.

He groaned audibly and turned over, his dark brown eyes still shut tight, "Emerson! Someone's at the door!" he called. There was no response, not even the shuffling echo of feet. Was Emerson even home? Maybe he'd ordered something off Amazon again and conveniently forgot to tell Remington while he was out.

If it was a package and he'd missed it, he didn't want to hear Emerson going off about having to drag himself down to the post office to sign for it -- in a pandemic no less. A month in and this pandemic was already getting to be old news.

Nevertheless, Remington pulled himself out of bed and jogged downstairs, hoping the Amazon guy hadn't left yet. He didn't take into account that he was only in his indigo dotted shorts and nothing else, throwing open the door without a care. However, he was surprised to see a plastic bag at his feet, at the gate was Eva.

Eva had just pulled back the latch to the gate when she heard the door open, and she was no doubt taken aback to see Remington standing there... again without a shirt. He looked weary and tired, the complete opposite to Eva's glowing face and yellow summer dress.

"You're not the Amazon guy," Remington spoke candidly.

Eva cocked her head, "Uh, no. Afraid not," she shrugged, "You expecting a package?"

"No," Reming shook his head, "I mean, my brother might be, but he's not home and I have no... um, nevermind. What brings you over here?" he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms, trying to collect himself a bit more.

Eva pointed to the bag at his feet, "I made some bread. The recipe made three loaves and I don't need that many carbs," she chuckled awkwardly, "I thought maybe you guys might like one?"

"Oh," Remington picked up the bag and pulled back the plastic, finding a round, crisp loaf of bread inside, probably a bit bigger than Mishka, "That's very nice of you,"

"I just felt bad about the other day --"

"I told you, it's no big deal,"

"I know," Eva nodded, scratching at the skin behind her ear, "I ... jeez. Just being neighbourly, I guess?"

"I'm the one who should be fucking neighbourly," Remington grinned, "You want to come in for a drink or something? ... Or maybe we should sit on the lawn instead? That's social distancing, right?"

Eva smiled sheepishly but shook her head, "I actually have to stop by my storage unit and pick up the rest of my things. I'm just looking for a Waive,"

"You don't have a car?" he asked.

"Well, it was either the apartment or the car, and I figure I can survive off public transit for the next little while," she replied.

It was then a truly incredible idea entered Remington's head, "... I can drive you over, if you want," he said.

Eva smiled graciously, "Oh no, that's okay. There's one up four blocks from here, and I don't want to be a bother," she replied.

"It's no bother at all," Remington grinned, "As long as I'm back in time for my set schedule of nothing, followed by nothing, and then more nothing," hey, it was at least a reason for him to get out of the house.

Eva crossed her left leg behind her right, clearly a little unsure. It wasn't advisable to get into a car with a stranger when circumstances were normal, and now couldn't have been an exception.

"I don't know, Remington,"

He could see the apprehension spread over her delicate face, and he didn't blame her for being on the edge. He wasn't even sure if she should've even been in his backyard the other day. Then again, he knew he was being safe, and as far as he saw Eva never went anywhere, or had anybody over.

"I get it if you're uncomfortable," he told her, "But I don't go anywhere. And the only people I ever really see are the people you met the other day. That's it. I just... I wanna' do everything right so we can go back to normal as soon as we can. And you seem like a nice girl and I would hate to know you're having to suck up quarantine by yourself,"

Eva took a minute to think it over. She glanced down the street, maybe thinking she could catch sight of the shared car her map was telling her was within a four-block radius. Then again, she wasn't all that comfortable having to use a car-sharing service since the pandemic started, but she couldn't take her stuff on the bus and she couldn't afford Uber rates. Besides, Remington was only one guy...

"... If you don't mind," she said finally, "Maybe we can just leave the windows down and have our masks on?

Remington tried to hold back the big grin that wanted to explode over his lips, "It's seventy-five degrees out, you bet your ass I'm gonna' have the windows down," he said, "I'll just go throw on a shirt,"

"Do you have a habit of going without a shirt?" she asked.

Remington smirked, "Only on Wednesdays... and when beautiful women happen to be around,"

Eva rolled her eyes, but she was smiling nonetheless. She actually found him to be quite charming, "Well, it's not Wednesday," she took a brief look around, "And there are no pretty girls here,"

"Oh, come on, don't sell yourself short, Eva," he winked coyly as he rewrapped the bread in the plastic, "Just outta' curiosity, is this --?"

"Sourdough," Eva nodded shyly.

"What is up with this sourdough fad?" he asked.

"I don't know," she threw her arms out, "I just wanted to fit in and be cool, I guess,"

"You named your cat after an Edgar Allan Poe book, you're already cool,"

Eva waited patiently outside as Remington dashed into his room. However, he stopped short when he found a post-it note was stuck to his door. He must've blown past it when he went to answer downstairs. It was notably written in Emerson's chicken scratch and he read it to himself.

"Remington, I'm off with Shy to the beach. Text me if you want to cook or do take out, unless of course I come home before you open your door... and you won't find this note," he glowered at the dark blue ink, "Seriously?"

About an hour later, having collected the rest of her boxes from storage, Remington followed Eva up three flights of stairs to her little corner apartment. Eva had a bit of a rough time trying to put the key in the lock without dropping her box, but she was finally able to get the door open and push her way inside. Pluto was in his bed, none too bothered by his owner's presence. It was only when he smelled the unfamiliar scent of men's soap and hair product that he turned his head to Remington.

He was quick to leap up and come trotting over, nearly scaring Remington out of his skin when he started rubbing up against his leg, "What the --? Oh, hi Pluto," he grinned at the pale and black-striped tabby.

Eva huffed at her cat, setting down her box and going to scoop him up, "Pluto! Let him in before you start whoring," He gave a yrowl of protest before he was dropped back into his bed.

"Sorry about that," she said.

"It's no problem," Remington wasn't shy about having a few glances around her small studio space. It was cozy, yet not fully furnished as the walls were still bare and her shelves were empty. On the right hand side, two perpendicular walls separated the kitchen space from the bedroom (it was more like a bed cubby), and on the other side she had a small couch with a glass coffee table, and beside that a desk that prescribed the definition of 'messy'. Looking out through a sliding door, Eva had a small balcony with two chairs and small dining table -- where she had a perfect view of his house.

"Please forgive the mess, too. I'm shit at organizing," Eva said, having now pulled down her blue medical mask so it rested under her chin. Remington did the same.

"It's definitely a lot cleaner than my place," he said, still gripping tightly the cardboard box, "Where would you like this?"

Eva set down her box on the kitchen counter, took a glance at the writing at the side before directing him, "Just down by the bookcase, is fine," and she started pulling apart her own box.

Remington set down his box and opened it as well, astonished and impressed to see rows of vinyls lined up and packed tightly. She had music that ranged from Billie Holiday to Harry Styles; some sleeves more worn down than others. Unable to help himself, Remington had a flip through her music, you could always best judge somebody by what they threw on the turntable. Remington's smile grew when he found his own record, Boom Boom Room Side A.

"You have good taste," he said, turning and holding up the vinyl.

Eva turned from her box full of novels, a tinge of red spreading over her cheeks when she saw him crouched over her music and holding a record. But when she realized the worn down sleeve was for Palaye Royale, it suddenly clicked in her mind where she'd seen Remington from. A small warmth flooded through her gut.

"I knew you looked familiar," she blushed, "Your hair's different, that's why I didn't recognize you,"

"I take it this is your only record of ours?" he smirked.

Eva shrugged, "It was a birthday present. I liked a lot of what I heard, though," she ruffled a hand through her short hair, "There was one song I heard and I just fucking loved it. It went something like... oh my gosh, like um..." she started humming the chorus to something that sounded like Mr. Doctor Man.

The melody was instantly recognizable to Remington, but he let her carry on longer than necessary to watch her, the giggle she let out while she hummed simply delicious. He could never sing that song the same way again after hearing that.

"I think that's supposed to be Mr. Doctor Man," he chuckled once she had stopped giggling.

Eva pointed a finger at him, "That's it! I loved it because it sounded like The Killers!" Eva couldn't believe she just hummed that song to Remington fucking Leith. She wasn't sure why she had let Palaye Royale fall off her radar, having remembered how much fun she had jamming to that vinyl in her old place. And the voice on Remington was so sexy, she couldn't help but be so enthralled by those raspy high and low notes he would hit.

"That's probably one of the best comparisons I've had, yet," he told her, "They also happen to originate from Vegas,"

Her cheeks were still burning but she lifted her eyes slowly back to his and gave a tentative smile, "What is it with all you cool rock bands coming out of Las Vegas?"

"Like they say; Vegas is built on hopes, dreams, and crazy people," he gave her a wide, toothy grin just to make his point.

"Who said that?" Eva asked.

"I don't know, but it makes a fuck ton of a sense," Remington replied, "Would you like me to put these in the shelf?" he pointed to the bookcase.

Eva shook her head, "No, you don't have to do that. You didn't even have to help me haul all this shit upstairs," she said.

"And leave a lovely lady to break her back on her own? My own mother would be so ashamed of me," he scoffed back, waving his hand at her, "And besides, as your new friend I insist on helping you out,"

Eva cocked her head, "So, you and I went from acquaintances to friends all within an hour and some?"

"Well, if you had hummed my song earlier, we would've been friends before Pluto even stole the sausage," Remington grinned, then glancing at the tabby, "No hard feelings, Pluto," The cat simply stared back at him.

He glanced back at Eva, "... Why does he keep staring at me?" he whispered.

Eva smirked, "He's a very personable cat. Either that, or he wants your shoes,"

"So, if I leave my sneakers on the stairs of my house, he'll come over and actually make a meal out of them?" he asked.

"I've lost so many shoes to this cat, I swear I have to keep them locked up in my closet," she replied.

Remington glanced at the cat again, narrowing his eyes as though to mockingly challenge the feline, whispering menacingly "I got my eye on you, bitch,"

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Hey guys. If you don't mind. I'll drop another fic I made last year. It's a one-shot I made after watching a ton of Christmas movies and being alone despite having family over the holidays.

Enjoy.

December 24, 2020

6:34 PM

They say you'll never feel the Christmas spirit if you've never bought a gift at the last minute. I always told myself not to buy at this time but I had to. Earlier today, I made the biggest mistake of posting something on Instagram. A post that sends me to a situation I'll never understand how to feel.

"Even though I can't make it home, they really brought home to me." I posted along with a photo of my family on a zoom meeting doing Christmas preparations. It was supposed to be a post detailing how I was going to be busy for the night and actually skip the celebration, but it caught the attention of the person I least expect it to reach.

"Hey, I just saw that you're still in town. If you're free you could have some Christmas Eve dinner with us, Ellie probably wants to see her godfather. :)" Cassandra messaged.

I gulped . Cassandra once again haunted me. It's been three years since she's married and five since we broke up but she still has this effect on me. You wouldn't understand my next actions but as a person who's been with her for almost 5 years, it'll be much clearer. Plus, maybe seeing her happy with her family will make me move on, because even though she's married and all, I still can't get over the fact that she slipped right out of my hands and went to a person she just met. And I'm not mad, Elliot is a great guy, I just don't know what happened. Maybe I took it too far when I told her I'd do anything just to make her happy.

And now, here I am, on a road off to their home. With Ellie's gift on the back, and my whole self trying to finally move on with my first love. I'm not sure if I'll make it out while sober, but it's of best intentions not to drink as to set an example to my dear god daughter.

In our five years of being together, we almost talked about a lot of stuff, one of them was that we were supposed to live in a suburban area out of town with all the white picket fences and hosting house warming parties for newcomers. I'll always say that I don't care where we live as long as we're in the same bed together, everything's perfect for me. Then she'd just laugh at me for having such simple dreams, and I'll just smile.

Guess her side of the deal felt accomplished.

I carefully parked just outside her car behind a cool scooter, guess I won't be alone with the family and I guess that's great. I glanced over at her house and saw Cassandra by the door, all dolled up for Christmas while Ellie was hugging her leg bouncing up and down excited to see her Christmas Guests. I took a deep breath and looked at myself on the mirror, I've been doing this for years now and I still get nervous when she's around. It's like I'm always finding a way to flee quickly from reality but today is the day I want it to stop, for my own sake. I quickly texted her that I have a "surprise" and it requires Ellie to not see me just yet and as soon as she got the message, they went back in and closed the door.

I donned myself with a santa outfit I bought last year and took Ellie's gift out and slowly make my way into their home. It was extra hard to walk because I really put an effort to make my body santa like with all these pillows inside my costume.

"Ho Ho Ho" I laughed as I knocked on the door, I heard Ellie scream from behind and Cass telling her to go see who it is.

The door burst open and Ellie was already bouncing up and down. "Santa! Mommy! Daddy! Santa is here!" She then hugged me and It felt wonderful, like all my fears we're drained by this little girl.

"Santa gets to sit next to the reindeer!" she said, pulling my hand to their living room. I carefully waddled my way while she pulls me excitedly and settled in their couch beside a reindeer.

"Hey Nate, nice touch on the santa belly." Raquel the reindeer said. Ah yes, of course the godmother also has to be here.

"You too, Vixen" I smiled awkwardly, but behind this thick santa beard, she'll never know.

Raquel is Cassandra's best friend, I've known that long enough that they're inseparable because we'd always go eat out together back then, she'd bring a boy sometimes, she'd bring a girl, sometimes she's alone, but one thing for sure is she's always there.

"Mommy! I wanna sit on santa! I have so much questions for him!" Ellie interjects as she makes her way toward me and I happily accept her and let her sit on my lap.

"Ah. Ellie! You know I've been watching you all year! You've been a very good girl, that's why I have you this gift! Merry Christmas!"

I said as I hand over her gift.

"Santa, won't you be late to deliver other gifts from around the world? and why do you like milk and cookies so much? How do you fit inside chimneys?" She asked as she hugged my pillow belly.

"I-uh" I stammered. wow this girl asks a lot!

"Ellie, you know thats not the real santa. It's your godfather Nate!" Cassie interrupts, knowing full well I'm in a pinch. That's one thing I like about her, she saves me from the pressures of social interaction, she balances me out.

"Really?" Ellie squeaks more excitedly as she pulls off my beard! "Nate! it's been so long!" she hugs.

In fact it wasn't, just last week we bumped into each other at the mall, but hey, kids have different orientations on time.

"Ho ho ho. You got me Ellie!" I say as I take off my costume and handed over the pillow to the reindeer. "I kinda assumed you were gonna be here too." I chuckled. She also handed me a gift.

"Likewise. You literally sent a beacon of sadness with that Instagram post" she laughed.

"Okay! Dinner's ready!" Elliot called us over as we all took dinner.

Dinner was specifically awkward for me. The four of them felt like they always know what's up with each other and I'm literally the odd one out.

"Nate, come here." Ellie said, as she pulls me in and we both sneak out to her room.

Cassandra and Elliot both nod at me and smiled signaling me to go along with her.

"What is it Ellie?"

"I have a doll house here!" She said, as she pointed on her toy.

"So, who are the people living on your house?" I ask, looking for persons inside.

"No one. Mommy keeps the tiny stuff so I won't eat them." she smiled as we both talk about her house.

Then it dawned on me. This may be the actual chance. I reached for my pocket and brought out a miniature statue of a groom and a bride. I bought this years ago as a joke if ever Cassandra and I ever want to get married but I never had the chance to give it to her back then.

"I have here a happy couple. It's big enough that you can't swallow it. Perhaps they can find a home here?"

Ellie excitedly grabbed and looked at it. Just like Mommy and Daddy's photo. I smiled. My heart slowly eases itself on reality. A truth I've been evading for so long.

"You know what? Let's just put them here and head back to dinner, shall we?"

Ellie places the figurine in front of the house and rode on my shoulder.

"Yeah! Let's go eat Daddy's cooking!"

With a smile on my face, We both bolted back to the Dining room, with a promise that I'll be a great godfather to this precious child.

#horRAYfic