#maybe fuller is but go talk to him about it ya know

[babydollmarauders]

BACK TO DECEMBER — MARK ESTAPA

mark estapa x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n sees Mark for the first time since their breakup last december and struggles being around him while still being hopelessly in love.

warnings: just lots of angst. no happy ending.

notes: so many “specific lyrics” that i couldn’t even write them all, so this one is pretty much just the song as a whole.

another note: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR STOP SIGN! WHOOP WHOOP! i’m sorry for this.

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my heart aches, hand shaking as i pull open the door of the diner. stepping into the mostly empty restaurant, my eyes sweep the expanse of the eatery, in search of the boy i’m meeting. but showing up twenty minutes early has assured me that’s he’s yet to show.

putting my free time to use, i make my way to the restroom, pushing the door open and attempting a deep inhale as i stop in front of the mirror.

my eyes bore into the reflection in front of me, criticizing myself. my purple sundress feels too tight with my anxiety squeezing my diaphragm, making it hard for me to suck in a full breath.

i stare straight ahead, looking into my own eyes as i shake my arms out, trying to rid myself of any awkward feelings or stiffness.

“you can do this.” my whisper echoes off the tiled walls of the diner bathroom as a toilet flushes and a girl steps out of a stall.

i step out of her way as she walks over to a sink, washing her hands. she looks towards me as i attempt another deep breath.

“i don’t know what your doing, but i agree; you can do this.” she tells me, a small smile on her lips as she dries her hands with paper towel.

“oh- thank you.” i send a weak smile in return and she winks as she steps out of the bathroom and back into the seating area.

i follow her lead, fully planning on finding a table, but within two steps, my eyes land on the head of blond hair that i had been searching for when i first arrived.

he sits in a booth at the side of the diner, his back towards me, and i’m immediately transported back to that fateful night one year ago.

**DECEMBER 29TH. 1 YEAR AGO**

“Mark.” my voice cuts through the white noise of the radio and my boyfriend turns it off, silence falling over the car.

he turns his head to look at me, a grin on his lips, before turning back to look at the road.

“what’s up, babygirl?” my heart clenches at the pet name and my eyes drop to the red roses in my lap, my fingers pick lightly at the petals; not tearing them off, but fluffing them to make the flowers seem fuller.

“i-” my voice shakes and tears sting at my eyes as i gather my courage. “i think we should break up.”

Mark’s hand drops mine on the center console, our fingers unlacing as he puts the car into park as we pull up in front of my house.

“what?” he’s hurt, i can hear it in his tone, and it makes this all so much harder. i didn’t want to hurt him. “what are you talking about? is it the date? i thought you were having fun, but you could’ve told me if you didn’t wanna go bowling.”

“it’s not the bowling, Mark.” i throw my head back, staring up at the roof of the car to try and delay my tears.

“then what’s wrong? because i thought we were doing great!” his words are urgent, defensive. “we just started saying ‘i love you’ like two months ago, y/n. what could’ve changed in these past couple months?”

“i know! i just-” i’m cut off by Mark.

“at least look at me if you’re gonna break up with me.” i avert my gaze, finally looking towards him, but i regret it instantly. his eyes are red, i’m not the only one holding back tears.

“i just- i took my gap year, but i started school this semester and my sister’s gotten in my head that, ya know, college is about freedom and not being tied down. doing new things and figuring out who you are. and maybe she’s right.”

“so i’m tying you down?” his face contorts in offense as he shakes his head in disbelief. “i’m holding you back from feeling free?”

“no! i- that’s not what i meant!” i shake my head, letting out a sigh of frustration. i can’t seem to say the right words. “i’m just saying that i think i need to try being single in college, ya know? you got a whole year of that. you were single all of your freshman year. but this is my time to try that.”

i’ve said the wrong thing. i know it because i can see the walls building up behind his eyes. his face turns blank, stony as he just nods, turning to look back out the front windshield.

“right.” the one word is harsher than i ever though it could possibly be. “i think you should just go, y/n.”

“Mark, i wanna talk about this.” i plead as i unbuckle my seatbelt, turning fully in my seat to face him.

“i think we’ve talked enough. you wanna break up. it’s whatever, now i want you to get out of my car.” he tells me as he presses the unlock button, motioning his head towards my door.

i nod, opening the car door and stepping out into the cold, winter, Michigan air. i set the roses down on my seat, not wanting a reminder of this night, of this fight.

“goodbye.” i tell him, an icy tear rolling down my cheek as i shut the passenger door and step back. i walk up to my porch, listening to Mark’s engine start back up, gravel crunching as he peels out of my driveway.

i can’t help but turn and watch him leave, his car disappearing down the street.

**PRESENT DAY**

i steel myself, shaking my head to get rid of the awful memory before i walk over, stopping in front of the table.

Mark is sitting on his phone, typing out a text, but as he looks up at me, he locks it, placing it screen down on the table.

“hey.” he exhales, a small smile rests on his lips, confusing me but also relaxing me.

he doesn’t seem to be mad anymore.

“hi, Mark.” i smile back, already feeling so much more comfortable in his presence.

“uh, do you wanna sit?” he asks me, chuckling. i let a small huff of laughter out at my stupidity as i nod, taking a seat across from him.

“i’m so glad you made time to see me.” i confess, anxiously running my hands down the lap of my dress to smooth out any wrinkles.

“yeah, me too. i have to admit, i wasn’t sure about it at first. Ethan had to talk me into saying yes, but, now that i’m here, i’m glad i did.” he tells me, and any leftover anxious feelings disappear at his admission. we’re on the same page, happy to see each other.

a waitress comes to take our orders and just like he did all that time ago, Mark orders for me.

“i’ll have a BLT with extra bacon, and french fries with a coke. and she’ll have the strawberries and cream pancakes with turkey bacon on the side and a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.” the waitress nods and gathers our menus before leaving to place our order.

“you remembered my order.” i laugh and he looks at me with the expression of a deer in headlights.

“oh, shit, i’m sorry. i hope that’s still you’re order. i guess it was subconscious, to order for you.” i lay a hand on his arm in reassurance.

“it’s okay. yeah, that’s still my order.” i tell him and he sighs in relief and nods.

“great.” i take my hand back and play with my fingers.

“so, how’s life?” i ask him. “tell me, how’s your family? i haven’t seen them in a while.”

“life’s good!” he smiles, nodding with a faraway look. “life’s really good. i’ve been good, but busy. we made it to the frozen four again last season. we didn’t win but, we made it, and that’s all that matters. and my family’s good! John and my parents are great.”

my smile falters at his answer. i didn’t want him to be miserable, of course not. but, i also didn’t expect him to be so happy without me in his life.

“that’s great. i’m really glad.” it’s the truth, of course i’m glad that he’s been good.

“what about you? how’s work? are you still running the media for your school’s baseball team?” the small talk continues.

“i’ve been okay. yeah, i’m still doing that. it’s been pretty good. stable, ya know?”

he nods in understanding and it’s quiet for a brief moment as we look out the diner window next to us. snow flurries down outside, thick clouds hanging in the sky.

“it’s really coming down hard out there. i’m glad we got in here before the storm started.” he chats.

“yeah, although the roads are definitely gonna be icy.” he nods at my words and i can tell by the meaningless small talk that his guard is up. i can’t blame him, the last time we saw each other was when i broke up with him, breaking both of our hearts in one night.

the conversation is tabled when our food arrives and we fall into silence as we eat, and out of a force of habit, i stick half of my turkey bacon on his plate.

halfway through our meal, it seems that Mark can no longer hold in his confusion.

“why did you ask me here?” i set my fork down at his question, preparing myself to bare my heart.

“i wanted to tell you i’m sorry for that night.” i admit. i play with my mug of hot cocoa out of nerves.

“why now?” he asks. “why a year later?”

“i haven’t been sleeping lately.” i tell him. “i’ve just been laying in bed playing back that night in my head. i have so many regrets, and my biggest one is not staying in the car with you.”

he draws in a deep breath, glancing at his phone before looking back up at me.

“ya know, i thought we could get past it? i thought it was just a bump in our relationship and you would realize that you made a mistake and everything would be okay.

“and then my birthday passed, and you never called. you didn’t even text. and that’s when i knew that you were serious. i realized that we were really broken up.”

his words bring tears to my eyes.

“i’m sorry.” my voice shakes. “i’m so sorry, Mark.”

“it’s okay, y/n.” he shakes his head. “i get it. you wanted a taste of the college freedom.”

i shake my head, a frown making itself apparent on my lips.

“it turns out freedom is nothing but missing you.” i confess. “i’ve been thinking about last summer a lot lately. when we would sneak away from our friends and go on those late night drives. i realized i liked you as more than a friend for the first time when i was watching you laugh on one of those drives.

“you were so carefree. you were the opposite of me. no worries, no stress. just living in the moment. and then we started dating and everything in the world felt… right. i felt safe with you. i felt at home. and then we both left for school and we were so far apart and i was so worried that you wouldn’t want me anymore. but then you were you. you called me every night and you sent me flowers and even from miles away, you made sure i wasn’t working myself too hard. and i fell in love with you that fall.”

i look down at my half full plate as he chews on his lip.

“but then i came home from winter break. and fear crept into my mind. my sister started telling me that you probably hated being tied down when you have so many girls that want you. she said i should be single in order to have the full college experience. she said i shouldn’t be pining over a guy that probably wished he didn’t have to call me after all of his games. that you probably hated having a girlfriend that you couldn’t even really be with. so i listened to her. i thought that she was older and wiser so she was probably right.”

i look back up at him as tears roll down my face. i held my tears in until i was out of his car last december, making this only the second time he’s ever actually seen me cry and his expression is filled with the exact same worry as it was the first time.

**SEPTEMBER 20TH, 2022**

i sit on Mark’s bed, watching as he folds clothes to put in his suitcase.

he’s leaving.

we both are.

i knew this day would come. that summer would end and we’d have to leave each other.

i knew it when we started this relationship three months ago. i just didn’t think it would hurt this bad.

my breath hitches as i watch him fold up my favorite shirt of his, sticking it in his suitcase, and i realize that for the next 3 months, i won’t see him wear it again. i won’t see him again.

“actually, babe, do you think i could keep that one?” i ask him, pulling the shirt out of the travel bag that rests beside me.

“what?” he laughs and i almost feel stupid for asking. “you wanna keep my shirt?”

“ya know what? yeah, it’s- it’s stupid. nevermind.” i place the shirt back in the suitcase, scrunching my nose up and subtly pinching my eyes closed in attempt to hold back my tears.

i look the opposite direction, blinking a few times to try to get rid of the salt water stinging my eyes.

“hey.” his voice is gentle, soft, as he crouches down to his knees in front of me. his hands rest gently on my thighs. “look at me, please.”

i gather my courage, averting my gaze to look into his eyes. his face is filled with worry, his eyebrows raised in concern. he crawls onto the bed, pulling me into his side as the tears escape my eyes.

“what’s wrong? hmm?” he caresses my cheek, tilting my head to look up at him.

“i’m gonna miss you.” i tell him. i bite my lip, holding back a sob.

“i’m gonna miss you more, sweet girl.” he whispers, planting a light kiss on the tip of my nose. “but these next few months are gonna fly by, and then we’ll see each other over winter break. and then spring break. and then finally, it’ll be summer again. and before you know it, you’ll be getting sick of me again.”

he brushes a tear away with his thumb.

“you’re gonna be telling me ‘gosh Mark, give me some space!’” he raises his pitch, mocking my voice and making me let out a watery giggle amongst my tears.

“i will not!” i smack his chest lightly.

“okay, yeah, maybe not. you’ll actually be all over me, and i’ll eat up every second of it.” he jokes.

“holding you.” he squeezes me tighter, pulling me into his lap.

“kissing you.” he cups my face, pulling my lips to his and laying a sweet kiss against them.

“touching you.” his hands slide down my body to rest on my hips.

“keep the shirt, baby.” he tells me before raising his eyebrows. “but i expect to see you wearing it on facetime. think you can do that?”

i giggle nodding my head. “yeah, i can do that.”

“good.” he reaches over, grabbing the shirt out of the suitcase. he hands it to me and i hug it to my chest. “you feeling better now, pretty girl?”

i nod, leaning forward to lay my head on his chest, and his arms snake around me, holding me to him.

“good. cause that was the first time i’ve seen you cry and i hated every second of it.”

**PRESENT DAY**

“y/n, your sister was wrong.” he tells me. his hand moves to lay atop of mine, rubbing it with his thumb to provide a sense of comfort for me as i wipe away my tears.

“i didn’t care that other girls wanted me, all i wanted was you. i loved calling you after games. i loved hearing you share in my excitement when we won, or giving me pep talks when we lost.

“did i love that i couldn’t be with you? no. but that didn’t mean i wanted to break up. i loved you.”

loved.

past tense.

my heart aches as i slide my hand out from under his, my stomach churning in discomfort.

his phone buzzes on the table and he glances at it once again before looking back at me.

“maybe this is wishful thinking; but if we loved again, i swear i’d love you right this time.” i sigh. “i just wanted you to know that. i miss you. i’m so happy you’re doing great, but i’m not. i miss your sweet smile. i miss how you looked at me like i was the only girl in the world. i miss loving you. i miss our late night talks when we should’ve been studying. i miss hearing about your games. i even miss hearing Ethan’s obnoxious teasing when we were talking way later than we should’ve been. i miss you, even as just a friend, like before we were dating. and i know it’s probably much too late, but i go back to December all the time and i just needed you to know that i’m so sorry for that night. and i’d go back in time and change it if i could, but i can’t.”

he sighs, licking his lips and looking down at his hands.

“y/n-” i cut him off.

“you don’t have to say anything, Mark. i just wanted you to know.” he nods but speaks anyways.

“i’m in a good place, y/n. i’m happy. i appreciate your apology, but it’s okay. it was probably for the best, anyways.” he shrugs.

for the best.

right.

“oh- okay.” tears escape my eyes, rolling down my cheeks again.

“i’m sorry that you’re not happy. i really am. and if there was anything else i could do to change that, i would. it hurts me to know that you’re hurting because you still hold a special place in my heart. you were my best friend for so long, and you were my first love.”

i nod in understanding, steeling myself and preparing for the meeting to end.

his phone buzzes once more and this time he picks it up. i watch his face as he looks at the notification, and my heart drops at his expression.

the way his eyes light up. the way the corners of his lips curl up just slightly, like he’s trying not to smile. the way the corners of his eyes crinkle.

i know that look.

it’s the same way that his friends said he looked at his phone when my contact would pop up.

he’s in love.

with someone who’s not me.

“who is she?” i can’t help but ask. i keep my tone light. not accusing, but genuinely curious.

he quickly puts his phone down, looking back at me with wide eyes.

“what?” he asks, feigning obliviousness.

“who is she? the girl on your phone.” i send him a watery smile, silently assuring him that it’s okay.

“her name is Anna.” he admits, his shoulders slumping in ease. “she’s my… girlfriend. we started dating in May, right before the summer. she works media for the team.”

i nod along as he speaks, a soft teary smile masking the fact that it feels like my heart is being ripped to shreds.

“i hope she makes you happy.” i tell him, and i mean it. i really want him happy. regardless of who’s causing it.

“she does.” he’s gentle with his words, obviously not wanting to hurt me. but he isn’t the one who hurt me, i did.

“did she come home with you?” i ask him, fearing that i already know the answer.

“yeah.” he tells me, biting his lip.

“go to her.” i whisper, mustering one more small smile.

“y/n, i-” he starts but i shake my head.

“go. it’s okay.” i assure him. “you heard what i wanted you to hear. now, go home to your girlfriend and your family. enjoy your break.”

he nods, fishing out his wallet and setting some cash on the table.

“it was really nice seeing you, y/n. maybe i’ll see you around.” he tells me, standing up and putting his coat back on before he braves the snowy night.

“yeah, maybe.” i smile up at him and he gives me one in return before walking away.

i look out the window beside the table as he walks out to his car. the same car that i broke both our hearts in. and i watch as he drives out of the parking lot. it reminds me eerily of that night last December.

i avert my gaze to the table top, spotting the cash he left. enough to cover both our meals. and i can’t help but cry.

i did this to myself. i let my fears get the best of me, and now he’s happy without me. and i’ll have to sit on the sidelines and watch as he spends his life with someone else. someone who can love him better than i could.

#speak now fic list #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa fic #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich fic #umich blurb #faithlynn’s writings <3

[yamslander]

synopsis: lianne and anthony are on a date. she notices little things about him. they can be ignored, right?

“You sure, Lianne?” Marcel asks. I get it. It wasn’t like me to fall for a guy so fast. Or at all, really. But he was different! Anthony was funny, he was quick-witted; what else could I ask for?

“Yes, I’m sure. Don’t act as if you’re my father,” I snap. He narrows his eyes and brushes a stray blond strand behind his ear. He’s not mad though.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Marcel’s shoulder brushed against mine harshly as he pushed past me. I scoff. What’s his problem? Anthony was as good a guy as anyone else. He’s not jealous, is he? No. Definitely not.

I pack my bag, sorting through the textbooks and folders. Physics, math, history. Check, check, check.

“Hey, Lianne!” Anthony!

“Hi, Anthony,” I blush. Blush? Maybe Marcel should be worried.

“You still on for tonight?” he asks. My eyes are surely wide and desperate.

“Uh-huh,” I say. It’s not the witty, sharp response I would usually give to anyone else; this is Anthony I’m speaking to.

Anthony nods, taking my face in his hands. “You know, you’re a hell of a lot prettier when you aren’t snarking about god knows what.” His smirk makes my face burn more than the embarrassment does. If Marcel…If anyone did this to me…I’d slap them, cuss them out. So many things.

But I can’t even think of that. All I can think about is the piercing stare his brown eyes are giving me, or the way his lips are ghosting over mine. I’m sure my eyes look as big as saucers. His nose finally touches mine and he laughs, pulling away. Anthony taps my red cheek, a gesture I would typically find annoying.

“See ya then, Linnie!” He struts off to talk to Cain, and I touch my cheek. It’s hot. Am I sweating? This is crazy; he didn’t even kiss me! No, no, no. I’m supposed to be put together! Why does he make me feel this way?

Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I see a tuft of golden hair bounce silently behind a corner. I narrow my eyes. Was she watching all of that? I try not to think about it as I sling my bag over my shoulder and start walking out.

I seem to settle into my usual self as I walk home. My blazer catches on the door as I walk in, and I yell, slamming the wood and shocking the hinges.

There’s familiarity in my ill temperament. This is how I act. This is how I am. Not a dumb, lovey, wistful little girl with a crush on a handsome boy. I heave my bag on the ground. I have to get ready.

With a breath, I don the tightest leggings I have and a cute lace tank. It’s not my normal athletic getup, and I never have been one for style, but I think it looks pretty good. I hope it impresses him.

I snatch a mascara tube, full from underuse, and swipe the stuff all over my lashes. It makes them feel chunky and heavy, but they look fuller. Anthony likes girls with long lashes. As much as I hate to admit it, Honey has long lashes. She’s pretty in that regard, I suppose.

Heading out the door, I wait in the early November chill for fifteen minutes. Then I see him, hands in his pockets, strutting down the street. He’s in sweats and a well-loved t-shirt. We’re only going on a walk, but I at least put some effort into my attire.

Don’t worry! I tell myself. It’s Anthony, that doesn’t matter!

But what does matter is when we reach a tiny cafe where the only worker is a young lady who looks like she hasn’t slept in weeks. Anthony orders his drink, pays, and waits for me to order mine.

I dont mind paying for my own drink; it’s only our first date anyways. So I tell her my order: small black coffee, as hot as she can get it. She nods, I’m far more polite than Anthony.

As she makes Anthony’s drink and sits it on the counter while calling his name, he picks up the cup and sips. I’m grateful he has the basic decency to swallow before making a horrible retching noise.

“This is disgusting!” he yells, and the lady stops in her tracks. “How the hell did you mess it up this bad?” The woman behind the counter is on the brink of tears as she explains herself. Er, tries to explain herself. Anthony isn’t having any of it.

“No! I don’t care about your excuses. Linnie! We’re leaving, c’mon.” He’s dragging me out by the shirt sleeve while I hear ‘It was her drink, not yours, I’m sorry’ and it hits me. My drink, a simple black coffee, would surely be made first over an intricate latte with more additions than I could count on my hands.

Anthony slams the cup on the ground with a grunt and the steaming liquid splashes all over the sidewalk. “That bitch,” he says, and he continues to insult her with far more colorful language. “A barista that can’t even make a drink.”

I grit my teeth. Anyone with half a brain would piece together that it was my order and not his. Was he even paying attention? Did he even know what I ordered?

We circle back to my house. Anthony leans in and kissed my cheek. But I’m not blushing anymore. I think I know what Marcel meant.

“C’mon, where’s my flustered little Linnie?” I fake a smile and a giggle. I want him gone. He’s disgusting. “Atta girl,” he purrs.

He turns with a wave, sauntering down the sidewalk. I grip the doorknob.

My shirt gets stuck on the door. I yell. I slam the door into place.

#i definitely did NOT do lianne justice in this btw #her character is so so so complex and my writing is rusty #also. bring mean to a customer service worker #🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 #*being #this is about lianne’s toxic relationship w/ anthony #they are NOT a good match #anyways… character tag time #oc lianne #oc anthony #oc marcel #marcel carried in this ngl 💪 #lianne definitely has some issues. she needs to get those worked out before getting in a relationship lmao #for some bg: lianne is normally mean snarky etc #but anthony is her first ‘love’ and therefore she feels overwhelmed and trapped by him #he acts like he’s madly in love with her…and lianne is so confused by her feelings… #she then cannot find it in herself to leave him #etc etc #i’ll expand on this more later #sorry for the millions of tags lol!!!

[eatingthem-moved]

With everything you have done in the name of Mischa memory, I can't help to wonder, do you ever regret the way you treated the women around you? Both Abigail and Bedelia were useful in their own ways, until they weren't and you got rid of them, without a single second thought... One would think you'd treat them better, knowing you had a sister.

🔪     SEND A REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER IT .

    “ No, ” he said simply. “ I enjoyed Abigail’s company, but I also enjoyed the entertainment that came with her when she entered my life. She exited my life when I had no more use for her, as you’ve said. Dr. Du Maurier was a very intelligent and charming woman, but she’s no different. ” Hannibal admitted. Both of them had been chess pieces in a game he had been enjoying.    “ However, ” he continued. “ I do not discriminate. And neither does death, nor violence. If both of these women had been men, my actions towards them would have been no different. I didn’t harm either of them just because they were women. I’ve done things to Will Graham and Frederick Chilton that are arguably just as horrific. ”     He paused for a short moment, and then continued. “ I would prefer for my sister to be apart from this accusation, as it’s irrelevant. I’ve never claimed any of my actions were justified because of her death. Not since my youth. ”

#hello anon thanks for the question this was fun to write #but as hannibal said he kills everyone lol men and women #black and white #hannibal just loves fucking with people and having control #it has nothing to do with their gender #he enjoys controlling and ruining men's lives just as much ok #like idk if you've noticed but hannibal doesnt treat ANYONE very well glkjsglkjslglsl #he uses people for entertainment constantly people are expendable to him #like i understand you could have sent this in a non-mean way but i'm also very aware of the hate my muse gets within this fandom #and i get a little tired of it #im not at all defending him for killing people he shouldn't do that but his motives have NEVER been based off sex/gender #hannibal lecter isn't sexist im sorry lol #maybe fuller is but go talk to him about it ya know #h ( 🔪 glimpse behind the veil ) #Anonymous

[astaroth1357]

Okay, but like could you imagine how the demon bros would react if MC had a fanclub, because I feel like that would be wild lol

The Brothers v. The MC’s Fanclub

Surely, the italics blurb was meant for more than this! Any old letters in any order could have been strung together for the purpose of wasting space and yet here it is, a being brought forth with intent! With substance! The blurb has a need for greater purpose, but what is it to do when its sole function is to only exist?? How can it ever hope to fulfill its ambition when it's no more than a proto-intro to a fuller, more engaging story?! Surely… Surely there is a way...

Lucifer

He had expected a human in the Devildom would have been eaten… not popular!

The MC’s rise to the social hierarchy sidelined him hard. When he had assigned Mammon to guard their human, it was with the expectation of keeping hungry demons at bay… not ushering them through crowds of followers like a security detail.

Honestly, it’s more inconvenient than anything… The MC’s fans are actually worse than his own at taking a hint and he had to give the human a map of school just to find ways to avoid them in the halls!

They usually know better than to crash any dates that the two are on (this is Lucifer we’re talking about), but they get no privacy at RAD anymore… If he tries to meet up with the MC for anything, he has to go round up all their crazed stalkers groupies before he can actually say anything.

He’d expel them all if he could, but since Diavolo holds onto that power, he just gives any of them that get in his way an eternal detention… Can’t bother MC if you’re sealed in a closet, now can you?

Mammon

His possessiveness and his need to make money are at real odds with themselves…

On the one hand, it’d be so easy to milk these fools like no tomorrow! He could sell them practically anything the MC’s touched from old shirts to toothbrushes. Pictures could go for twice as much and if he could get the MC to give out hugs…? They’d be loaded!! Loaded, baby!!!

… But then one of them tries to get too close to MC and he feels the urge to sock him in the jaw… Like, they’re suckers, obviously, but the MC is still HIS MC. The idea of a bunch of groupies following them around… it gets under his skin something fierce.

He pretty much won’t leave their side at all at RAD just so he can swat away their fans whenever he gets the chance. He may as well be their personal bodyguard, the second a guy gets too close, Mammon will have him by the back of the neck and toss him out on his ass.

It doesn’t stop him from making money off them completely (this is Mammon we’re talking about) but he makes sure they stick to whatever worthless cast-offs he pawns on them. The real deal is his and his alone, ya hear?

Levi

Jealous boi is jealous and he doesn’t want to talk about it.

The second he found out the MC had their own fanclub he knew he hated them. He’s an otaku and a huge ass simp for people in both 2 and 3 dimensions. That means he knows what fans like this do to the people they idolize… 

Just the thought of the MC’s groupies trying to get candid shots of them or going after everything from their pencils to their bathwater… Nope. No. Not allowed. Not with his MC anyway.

He starts going out to RAD more often just to stake his claim when those losers are around (yes, even he considers them to be losers… not that he has much leg to stand on but hey). 

Normally stuttery and blushy Levi suddenly upgrades to a confident snek boy literally any time he sees their fans around. He’s gotta be touching them somehow and he’ll smile in their direction like a smug asshole the entire time. Yeah that’s right… be jealous of him for a change, you simps.

Satan

Dear lord are they an annoying bunch…

Satan isn’t opposed to the MC having fans in principle, on some level he even understands it. They’re a human in a world full of demons and that’s going to turn some heads on its own, but that doesn’t mean they have to be SO IRRITATING about it...

Satan will just be walking with the MC out in the courtyard and they’ll have fans practically nipping their heels for attention… He’d be much more patient with them if they didn’t insist on following the MC everywhere, even when they clearly don’t want them around!

Satan ends up becoming a second bodyguard for the MC when Mammon’s not around. Most of the club will keep their distance from him after just a glare but he’ll start breaking arms if pushed. Satan doesn’t play.

One unfortunate soul made the mistake of trying to take a bit of the MC’s hair for a spell and Satan caught him, scissors at ready and everything… No one talks about where those scissors ended up afterward…

Asmo

Actually isn’t as irritated with their fanclub as everybody else because, like, have you seen his? It’s just one of the joys (and challenges) of being so popular! Slay it, MC!!

Asmo is the only one who tries to encourage the MC to interact with their fans more because he’s experienced the benefits for himself. 

Having a loyal fanclub can be so heartwarming at times! It’s like having a group of people always willing to pump to you up all the time - and who doesn’t need that?

Often invites their fanclub to join his fanclub to make “crossover” parties where they all can mingle together and enjoy heaps of praise! (The MC’s actual enjoyment of these “parties” is entirely up to their tolerance of sycophantic idol worship…)

Asmo does have his limits though. The MC’s lips really only belong to him and any fan who thinks otherwise will have to deal with the full verbal fury of the fifthborn… He has made several of them dropout completely… 

Beel

Thought their club was maybe a little weird at first but tried to keep an open mind… 

They certainly aren’t like HIS fanclub (who are just the sweetest people) but they liked the MC and he liked the MC. They couldn’t have been that different, right?

Wrong. Very, very wrong. They are nothing alike.

This fact became abundantly clear to Beel after he watched a few of them steal the MC’s gym shoes from their locker… Yeah, he’s not about these guys much after that.

Mammon refused to let Beel take over as the MC’s 24/7 bodyguard, but he did become the primary muscle of the “MC Security Squad.” If a fan gets a little too crazy, then Beel straightens them out with a fist and a smile.

Belphie

Heeeey, good job MC, you got some minions! Now you just got to learn how to use them.

At least, that’s what he says but he’s not actually going to teach them or anything. Does he look like a tutor to you? Too much work...

Whether or not the MC learned how to exploit their popularity properly, he doesn’t like it when they’re around anyway. Belphie’s a very, “Me Time means Just ME” sort of guy and having a bunch of losers following the MC around gets in the way of their lunchtime cuddle…

Unlike everyone else, though, Belphie has his own minions to do his bidding so now Belphie’s fanclub and the MC fanclub are having all-out wars between class periods. We’re talking fistfights, blackmail, and firecrackers. Shit gets wild.

Not that Belphie really cares or even looks as involved in any of it as he actually is. Little does the MC know that every time they pull him in for a snuggle, he’s probably just ordered someone to slash some poor groupie’s tires… Don’t fuck with the Sleep King.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me asks #obey me scenarios

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 8

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: More Lee for y’all. Yesterday was chaotic and I’m exhausted.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You only owned two dresses; the royal blue tea length sheath you wore to your graduation and the silvery gray A-line with the fuller skirt. You chose the former, the straighter cut more like your usual style, and slid your feet into your mary janes. You pulled on a crochet sweater and paced the small space of your room.

You didn’t want to keep the sheriff waiting, couldn’t, but you were again, ridiculously early. When you thought about your meeting after class, you shook and had to slow your breathing before it got out of control. The look in his eyes, the vice of his hand on your arm, and the timbre in his voice clung to you.

He was the first boy, well man, to ever take interest in you. Maybe that was why it felt so strange. You told yourself that’s what it was as you wrung your hands and checked the small clock next to your bed. Fifteen minutes.

You made yourself sit as you were overwhelmed by the questions brewing in your head. What if he wanted to touch you again? What if you felt that same tickle deep inside? Was it wrong? Could it be if it felt so nice? He said you knew what the two of you were, but you had no idea.

You took your pocketbook and turned out the light. You heard Ellie and Gina in the kitchen but quickly snuck out the main door. You nearly tumbled down the first flight of stairs, taking the last few with your hand on the railing. You got to the door and let yourself out slowly.

The cruiser was already there, waiting for you. You checked your slender watch, five to six. You squeezed the strap of your bag and played with the bottom of your sweater. Lee emerged from his car and opened the passenger door, waiting patiently as he wished you a good evening. His tone as if your last meeting had been just as cordial.

You stopped and stared at him as you approached. He smiled and tilted his head as he leaned on the door.

“What’sa matter, honey pie?” he asked.

You searched his expression, the shadow of his hat casting sinister lines under his eyes. 

“I thought you were mad--”

“Oh, honey, that was just a little tiff,” he purred, “I can’t stay mad at a pretty little thing like you.”

You nodded and bit down on your reticence. You sat in the car and sidled open as he shut the door. He went around and got in the other side. He took his hat off and smoothed his hair. He put the hat between you and turned the keys.

“Now don’t go blabbering telling everyone I let you sit in the front on duty,” he chided as he steered away from the curb, “else I’ll have to keep you in the back like a bad girl.”

You frowned and uttered a vow that you wouldn’t. You watched campus pass outside and Lee came to a stop as a group of students crossed ahead of him. He peered over at you and reached over to touch the sleeve of your sweater.

“You look nice,” he remarked, “very nice… I could eat you up but I was saving room for shakes.”

“I’m not very hungry,” you said quietly, “thank you.”

“Whatcha bein’ so sad for, girl?” he asked tersely as he pressed down on the gas.

You shook your head and kept your eyes out the window. It was so confusing how he could act like nothing happened. How one moment he was demanding and decisive and the next coaxing and coddling. Well, your mother always said that men were impossible to understand.

“Don’t you be shy with me, you know me, honey,” he coaxed, “I only been nice to you, haven’t I? I take you out, I make you dinner, buy you pretty clothes.”

“I know, I said, er, I said thank you and I can’t…” you shrugged and let out a breath, “sure, I’ll have vanilla.”

He was quiet as he drove past the welcome to campus sign and turned out onto the main way.

“You can always tell me what’s wrong, honey,” he said softly, “if there’s anything you need. I wanna take care of you.”

“I…” you sniffed and looked away from the window, “I’m not your daughter, I got a father.”

“Oh no,” he scoffed, “you ever do what we done with your father?”

“You don’t need to take care of me. I’m supposed to be… grown up,” you insisted.

“Look, we ain’t gotta talk about this now, I was gonna wait til the shakes,” he replied as his hand gripped the wheel so tightly you heard the leather groan, “I got a surprise and you’re gonna spoil it.”

“Alright,” you mumbled, “I won’t ruin it then.”

He pulled in the shake shop and you played with the clasp of your purse, pushing it open then snapping it shut nervously. He ordered and you waited in pendulous silence, swinging between dread and pure anxiety. What did he mean a surprise? Everything he did surprised you.

He handed you your cup and you sipped through the straw to distract yourself. The sugary drink cooled your stomach as it washed over your tongue. Lee played with the radio and slurped noisily. 

‘Kiss me my darling, Be mine tonight Tomorrow will be too late, It's now or never My love won't wait.’

Elvis Presley’s deep tone rose from the radio and the lyrics made you squirm. You never really listened to the words before. You liked the beat but you were unsettled by the urgency of the lyrics and melody together.

The song ended and another began to play, followed by the radio host chatting about new sounds and new bands. You couldn’t follow his over pronounced words as your leg jiggled nervously. The silence, the anticipation of whatever it was Lee had planned, was worse than anything.

He plunked his empty cup down on the other side of him and hummed in approval, “wasn’t that good, honey?”

He slid over the seat until he was almost against you. You bit the end of the straw and nodded. You had only a mouthful or two left but you couldn’t get it down. He cleared his throat and shoved his hand under his jacket and hesitated.

“So, uh, I wanted to… show you how much I like you, honey, since we’re goin’ steady now,” he said as your brow crinkled in confusion. Steady? Is that what this was? “I got you this.”

He took out a box and opened it carefully. It was a slender rosy gold ring with a single small stone of aquamarine nestled in the middle of silver rose. You gaped at it as your face played at your curiosity and concern.

“It’s a promise ring,” he took the ring, “don’t you like it? Pretty little flower like you, honey pie.”

You put your cup in the corner where the seat met the side of the car. He took your left hand before you could react and slipped the ring on gently. He tilted your hand to admire it in the dimming light and kissed your knuckle.

“You like it, don’t you, honey?” he asked as he let you go.

You held your hand up and stared at the ring. You own only a few pieces of jewelry, all fake and all hand-me-downs. You could tell this was real but that wasn’t as daunting as the meaning.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a place keeper,” he continued as he slipped his arm over your shoulders and you tensed, “I’ll buy you something even nicer for when I pop the question.”

“What?”

“Mmm, honey, you know I’m gonna marry you, don’t ya?” he purred as he reached to your right hand and pushed his fingers between yours, “I wouldn’t ever mistreat you like that.”

“I…” your breath went out of you. Marriage? You were still in college, you weren’t even twenty, and Lee, he was divorced and older than your father.

“It’s okay, that’s not just yet, I just…” he hesitated, but he never struggled for words. It felt ingenuine, “I also wanted to apologise for earlier. I don’t like to be angry with ya, honey pie.”

You were silent as he clung to your hand and your other strained as you felt the band with your thumb. You couldn’t think straight, your head was spinning and your vision blurred oddly. It all felt too fast. The world needed to slow down.

“I’m sorry, honey, do you forgive me?” he asked as his thumb caressed the back of your hand.

You peeked up at him and nodded, quickly dropping your chin again to stare at the dashboard. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head.

“Good,” he hummed, “‘cause I think I’m falling for ya.”

#lee bodecker #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #the devil all the time #au #laisse tomber les filles #college au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #this chapter made me go ew

[skampi835]

Let’s never speak of this again! (Motonari x reader)

Let’s celebrate Motonari’s upcoming route with an oneshot! 🥳 Since I hopefully avoided most of the spoilers I didn’t come up with any good idea, but then I found this:

you and your enemy hug each other, it's completely accidental, and neither of you know why it happened, and it's like,,, you glare at each other, with an expression of ''let's never speak of this again'´

Thanks for putting this idea in my mind @screnwriter​!

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Language: english

Starring: Motonari x reader (female)

Genre: Comedy

Warning: besides Motonari’s slanguage surprisingly none... ahaha who am I kidding? It's Motonari 😂

real Warnings: angst, bad language, violence (fighting scene!)

Word Count: 1.810

“Get her!”

Shoot! How do I always end in situations like this?!

With this thought you’re bolting straight into the next alleyway. You’ve left the busy trading streets of Azuchi a long time ago and unfortunately lost track of your current position due the rising panic inside of you. Honestly, you’ve no idea where the heck you are right now! Though obviously still in Azuchi you’re running hopefully into the right direction towards the fuller marketplace!

Desperate, you’re squeezing your way through a very small gap between two buildings and dash on. Maybe your pursuers can’t follow you through this and it'll buy you some extra time! The shouts from traders and the sounds of frisky chatters are getting louder with every step you’re taking, which means you have to be on the right track!

Determined you’re keeping up the fast pace, praying you’re able to shake off your pursuers completely in the crowds of the busy market, as you round the next corner. But all of a sudden you’re awfully crashing into a wall.

“Woah!”

“Uff--!”

The heavy impact is stealing your air, though obviously not only from you, but also from said wall, which in the hustle and bustle you’re literally falling into his arms eagerly not to fall. Together you’re even staggering sideways for a split second. Stressed and tense you’re spinning your head up with surprise, staring into the startled, wide ruby red eyes of the man. "Wah-…?"

“… You?!”

You didn't even realize how tight you were clutching Motonari when you crashed into him, until he’s violently yanking your arms away. "The hell yer doing? Got a bloody death wish?" He hisses and is glaring at you furiously.

As shocked as Motonari's reaction was, so are you aghast to face him right now. "What, of all people, are you doing here?!" You snap, still completely out of breath.

Quick steps are pulling you back to the current situation you are still in. You were supposed to keep running from your pursuers but simultaneously you’re facing an enemy of the Oda forces. Your situation is definetly growing somewhat hopeless. Nevertheless the sight of Motonari’s anger makes it a lot easier for your decision, to pass him and run away, than to stand rooted on the spot.

Unfortunately Motonari suddenly grabs your wrist roughly when you've just turned away and is pulling you back. "Ack-…! Let me go!" you plead.

"I won't do shit," Motonari growls venomously. "Now that yer recognized me, princess, I’ve gotta improvise something."

The hectic steps from the side street are getting louder with every passing moment, before they’re coming to a sudden stop right next to you. “There’s this witch!” One of the pursuers is shouting. He’s considerably tall with broad shoulders and a massive body. Shortly afterwards another two coarse figures appears behind him. They’re building themselves up with stern grimaces in the narrow alleyway.

Your eyes anxiously widen and your body starts to tremble ever so slightly. But there is no running away again for you, for Motonari’s adamant grip is chaining you.

"Huh, didn't even know yer know so many grim-looking acquaintances, princess." Motonari’s saying coolly, scanning the three men with his steely gaze. Still he doesn't loosen his grip on your wrist instead he’s tightening it.

"I haven't!" You snort, trying to yank your hand free to get away from him - without avail. You don’t know if it's better, getting caught by Motonari or these guys. But you know for shure both scenarios are pretty bad.

"Hey, you there! Plat-head!” One of the scoundrels growls and is glaring at Motonari grimly, whose dryly raising an eyebrow at this denomination. "Give us the little girl. We have business with her."

“That stupid hussy broke my nose!” Another of them shouts indignantly. You’re noticing his swollen red nose and you can't suppress a brief, yet inappropriate, flash of pride in your face.

It was just a few minutes ago, when they stalked you after you’ve exited your favorite shop. Unfortunately this shop is located in the outskirts of the village so there weren’t many people when they confronted you. The guys wanted to ‘talk to you nicely’ and after a few seconds you’ve ‘nicely declined'. Thank goodness you know some techniques of self-defense!

However, even more inappropriate is Motonari's spiteful laughter that he’s suddenly uttering. It’s giving you the creeps! "Seriously?" With a quick sideways glance in your direction with his ruby red orbs, he’s grinning at the fellow with extreme smug. "Tell me, how’d she did it, putz? Did she climb onto yer?"

Good gracious! Wouldn’t you please make him madder than he already is? Pretty please?!

"What did you just call me?" The broad shouldered man’s roaring furiously. Shortening the distance to Motonari, he’s threateningly waving with his massive fist.

Without wanting to, you’re quickly seeking cover behind Motonari, who has finally let go of your wrist. Now with his hands free he’s facing the attacker. With quick reflexes Motonari’s skillfully dodging the scoundrel's punch and draws his sword with a metal 'shink' that’s humming in the air. You’re holding your breath when Motonari’s holding the blade right against the throat of the ruffian, who is instantly not moving a muscle anymore. "Are you out of yer damn mind? You fucking want to take me on unarmed?!"

Motonari’s sounding incredibly unimpressed, for it was him against three rapscallions, but also incredibly pissed. No matter how this will end, you're sure you won't be of any use. So you’re looking around for an escape route. But you are cornered. The only side you could rush to is a dead end.

"The lil’ one’s mine, get it? So piss off, aye? ” Motonari’s growling with a frown and kicks the man roughly in his side. Gruntling the man hits the ground hard.

"You sunova-!" Furiously about the defeat of his crony, another ruffian - not quite as stupid as his predecessor - is trying his luck with a rusty dagger, when he’s running towards Motonari. But after a few seconds it lands on the ground, followed by the guy.

The last of the crew charges in, just to earn a brutal smack with the back of Motonari’s sword in the side of his neck. "Tch! How the hell did ya morons think yer can take me on when a lil’ girly beat you up? Ya wanna make me really mad?”

You’re recognizing the change in the air around Motonari. It’s tense, shifting from the beginning amusement to bloodlust. Motonari’s wielding his sword, but apparently used it just to disarm his opponent. But now it seems that he won’t restrain himself any longer.

"Crap, let's get out of here!" The guy with the lost dagger is yelling towards his pals. Frantically they’re getting up and quickly disappear into the alleys.

You sigh, relieved as the men finally disappear. But just one moment later your heart’s sinking completely into your boots when Motonari turns back to you, though this time with a sword in his hand. "Back to ya, princess."

“I haven't seen or heard anything!” You shout, throwing your arms up in air and backing from him. Now pressed against a real wall on the side of the house, your heart is pounding up to your throat, when you meet Motonari’s sharp gaze. Luckily the bloodlust you’ve seen before has gone, too.

Motonari’s raising an eyebrow, probably irritated by your strange reaction and is fixing you. Then the corner of his mouth curves up to an amusing smirk while he’s withdrawing his sword back to his belt. “Heh, ain’t that a start?” He snickers.

Abruptly he shortens the distance to you, placing one of his white gloved hands right next to your head against the wall behind you. Superior and smugly, Motonari’s looking straight into your eyes, straight into you. The tension’s getting tangible again and your heart’s pounding hard in your chest. "You owe me. I bet you saw nothing, understood?"

Something you least of all wanted, is to owe to some madman like Motunari! His stern expression is sending a shiver through your spine. "I- ... uhm ... thank you?"

"What should I do with yer thanks? Can’t buy anything with ‘em.” Motonari snarls dissatisfied and is slightly narrowing his eyes. "Either you damn shut yer mouth about everything ya saw - hell, just forget I’m even here! Or I'll cut out yer pretty tongue. Ain’t that a deal?"

Automatically you’re pressing your lips together sealing your mouth - and especially your tongue. You’re staring at him in horror with wide eyes. "Let's never talk about this again, aye?"

What joice do you have? Of course you could just agree with Motonari and then tell the warlords about his whereabouts. But you’ve always been a woman which sticks to her word, no matter how bitter this one is. Not entirely sure whether he'll still carry out his threat to cut off your tongue, you're just nodding, while glancing determined up to him.

"Splendid." Motonari’s pushing himself off the wall with a mask of satisfaction on his face, giving you the way free. "Then rush back to yer patrons, ‘lil princess.”

Uncertain you’re blinking towards him. Motonari makes no move to stop you, he’s just waving with his hand in your direction. He really leaves you with just that! Without further thinking, you’re taking to your heels and bolt away. Not that he'll change his mind after all!

After two more alleys, you’re finally reaching the busy and crowded market and try to calm your panicked pounding heart. That was definitely too much excitement for one day! Still, you're grateful for Motonari getting those ruffians off your back. But why does it haf to be Motonari of all people?!

A deal is a deal, you’re thinking to yourself taking one last, deep, nessecary breath. Certainly it won’t mean anything good that Motonari’s currently in Azuchi. You just hope, you won’t regret this deal someday.

With quick steps you’re heading purposefully back to the castle. Even if this idiot surely won’t appreciate it, your silence about that accident was certain to him.

And you are going to take to grave, that you’ve embraced Motonari by that accident, when running into him. Yes, better never even think about this again!

_____

Motonari’s running his white gloved fingers through his hair and grunts in annoyance, after you left. That you’ve recognized him is a great nuisance to him. It’s time to rethink his plans. That would slow things down a lot.

As if he’d actually trust a little princess like you to keep her mouth shut. What stupidity!

Casually he drives his hands on his sides to get rid of the strange feeling from your delicate arms embracing him.

Let's never talk about this again. - Yeah, better let's not.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #fanfiction #ikesen fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #ikesen fanfiction #ikesen fic #ikesen motonari #Motonari Mouri #ikesen motonari fanfic #ikesen motonari fanfiction

[yikesharringrove]

HELLO HEY HI so trans dude steve and billy dating but they haven't had sex in a hot second, steve thought it was just bottom dysphoria fucking him over but he has no problems when he gets himself off? so he just decides to ignore all the weird discomfort he was feeling and just let his boyf fuck him! and theyre having fun, getting into it and it feels good but steve just still feels that weird feeling and gets billy to stop and they talk, steve just explains that hes just not feeling it, maybe some bottom dysphoria but its more that he just doesnt want billy to see all that, everything's fine except for the fact that billy could look down and see all that (obviously billy is patient and listens and is fine with everything ya know?) by a few days later billy comes home with a surprise that he presents to steve but lets him know that its kind of a hit or miss type gift so don't feel bad if he doesnt like it. steve pulls out a strap on harness and a dildo thats pretty close to steves skin tone and billys rambling about how he didnt know what size dick steve wanted so he hopes its okay and steves just like thanks but i dont want to top, i dont want to fuck you, thats not the issue and billys like "oh i know, this is just to wear while we have sex, like a sex packer? you said you didnt like that i could see you so i thought this might help?" and steve kinda shrugs bc they can try and oh lordy does that work, steve has never felt such euphoria in his life! the dick bounces against his stomach but also rubs against him perfectly and billy will stroke it and while steve knows its just silicone it makes one hell of a difference

This made me go ✨💕🥰😁💫

Steve doesn’t quite understand his feelings about his body a lot of the time. Like, he experiences dysphoria about different things, and sometimes he thinks they’re kinda weird things to get dysphoria about, like wishing his waist was fuller, less of an hourglass shape, but not minding his hips being a little bit on the wider side. It’s confusing to him, and that’s why he doesn’t quite get this.

He doesn’t have bottom dysphoria when he’s by himself. He can play with himself, look at all that in the mirror and feel fine. He doesn’t really like to call it his pussy, or use words like that, because they just kinda stick oddly in his mouth.

But for some reason, something just kinda bugs him about Billy seeing all that. And Billy knows, obviously, he does. Steve told him all about his past, and they’ve had sex more times than Steve can count, so obviously, Billy’s got no qualms about dating a trans guy. Got no qualms about loving a trans guy.

But it just feels a little bit off to Steve when Billy pushes his thighs apart and looks down at him. It makes him want to shrivel up and slam his legs closed.

He tells Billy as much, with a blanket drawn up to his chin, looking anywhere other than Billy’s eyes, so kind and nice and understanding.

And Billy tells him it’s okay, that he doesn’t totally get it, but he gets it, and kisses Steve’s forehead and they don’t have sex for a week. They don’t even come close to it.

Until Billy brings him a poorly wrapped little present and says it’s okay if you don’t like it. I just had an idea.

And Steve just kinda holds the strap-on, and he’s like I don’t know if topping is the answer. I don’t really want to fuck you.

And Billy goes I just thought you could wear it. I thought maybe it would help the dysphoria. So that I want be looking at all that.

And Steve really saw no problem in trying.

And fuck, the first time they use it, and he’s got his dick slapping against his stomach as Billy rocks into him, and Billy spits into his palm and starts jerking Steve off in time with his pace, making sure to press firmly down so the base of the strap grinds perfectly where Steve needs it, and it’s all so good. Makes him feel so much gender euphoria he didn’t even know he was missing.

And it becomes his favorite accessory. Wearing it under a pair of sweats, palm himself in front of Billy, watches at it makes Billy’s own dick fill out.

And the first day Billy got on his knees between Steve’s thighs, pulled down his sweats and started going down on him, lewdly sucking off the dildo while gently pressing a few fingers inside Steve. Letting him buck into his mouth, tug on his hair.

Needless to say, their sex life skyrockets.

#lemons #trans steve harrington #harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #yikes headcanons #yeeeee this is so good #actually i wear a strap to m*sterb*te bc a bitch has some big bottom dysphoria heyyooo #its so nice to feel like you're jacking off 10/10 would recommend #(but I also can't stand penetration so there's that) #it's so odd to use words like dysphoria for myself. I've jsut begun using them mostly bc I jsut realized i can yk? #it's kinda nice though bc it puts words to stuff I thought was just a weird me thing #liek I didn't realize that what I felt about down there was bottom dysphoria and now I can call it something #so that's kinda cool #anyway ignore me

[aceavatar]

Star Crossed

Oikawa x Reader

♡ A COLOSSEUM VALENTINES DAY COLLAB ♡

warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, meanie kageyama :(

word count: 4,006

“Good morning, y/n,” Suga said, ruffling my hair. 

I blink up at him, a soft smile on my face. “Good morning. How’re you?” I ask, handing him a coffee. It’s become routine to bring him one when I go to morning practices. 

“I’m doing well, thanks. And yourself?” He gladly takes the cup, warming his hands and taking a sip. 

“I’m fine,” I blink tiredly. 

“That’s good. Is your brother here yet?” He asks.

I hum, shaking my head. “No, he’s racing Hinata or something. Not quite sure. I gave up trying to keep up with those two a long time ago.” 

He laughs at my remark, shaking his head. “Understandable.” He looks down at me. “So, are you going to play today, or do schoolwork?” Suga asks. 

“School,” I roll my eyes, “I’ve got a quiz today.” He nods, wishing me good luck, and I head to my usual spot on the bleachers, putting in my airpods along the way. Once settled, I pull out my math homework and start factoring. 

After a bit, I hear distant yelling so I glance up, seeing the gym is fuller than it was a while ago. My brother and Hinata were being idiots, and so were Tanaka and Noya, while Suga busied himself with something in the closet. So much chaos. 

My eyes lock with Noya’s, and suddenly all of his attention is on me. “Kags!” He shouts, running towards me. 

He said that “Kageyama” made him think of my brother, but “Kags” for me was more fitting. Because “It’s shorter, like you.” And, “It’s cute! Like you!” (Noya’s words, not mine).

“Noya, good morning.” I say, smiling and waving at him. 

“Mornin! Watchya doing!!” He asks, plunking himself next to me. 

“Just doing homework and listening to music.” I smile at him. He’s always been a friend of mine. I’m not sure why, but we just seemed to click. Not romantically or anything, but just, our friendship didn’t make sense but it was right. 

“Oooh gimme.” He holds out a hand, and I take out my left AirPod and place it in his. We usually pair ours to my phone or his and listen together, but since he was just playing, he didn’t have his. 

“I’ll turn it up.” I say, clicking the button on the side a few times. 

Noya and I nod along to Crazy in Love by Beyoncé. “Nice choice.” He says, whacking my shoulder. 

I laugh, thanking him. 

Then, it happens. 

The music gets quiet, and there’s a melodic chime. 

<Message from T red heart. It says: Good morning baby. Thanks for that. You look beautiful. Winking face emoji.> 

The music returns to the previous volume.  I stare ahead, avoiding Noya’s now prying gaze that’s boring into me. 

“Uhmmm. Miss lady. Is there something you wanna tell me?” He asks, sass laced in his voice. 

I meet his eyes, and he’s smirking. I blush deeply, raking my fingers through my hair. “Shit. Fucking Siri announcing my damn messages, shit.” I mumble, face hot. 

“Looks like Noya’s picking up your sister.” Tanaka says loudly, and I look up to see him and Tobio looking at us. 

“Shut it jerks!” Noya shouts. “I just found her secret Spotify playlist! It’s like all death metal, it’s really weird. I-“

“Noya!” I squeak, tackling him, making the other boys laugh and/or shake their heads. Tobio just rolled his eyes. 

“Thanks.” I say quietly, still wrestling with Noya. 

“No problem, Kags.” He smirks, shaking his head. “But you owe me.”

“What do you want?” I raise my eyebrows. 

“You to tell me everything. What’re best friends for?” He says with a grin, finally pulling himself away. 

“Okay, okay. Your advice will probably be helpful at times. I haven’t told anyone, like, anyone.”

“My lips are sealed.” He mimics zipping his lips and locking it, throwing away the key, making me laugh. 

“Thanks. Now go practice, idiot!” I shove him towards the court and he speeds back.

“So, are ya gonna tell me?” Noya asks. 

“Oooh tell him what?!” Tanaka exclaims, making me roll my eyes. 

“It was supposed to be a secret, Noya.” I squint at him. “But I guessss I can tell you.” I look at Tanaka, a playful grin on my face. “Will you explain?” I ask Noya and he nods excitedly, I knew he’d wanna break the news. 

After Tanaka heard, he slammed his hands on the table excitedly. “NO WAY! LITTLE SIS HAS HERSELF A LOVER.” He says excitedly.

I blush and look away. 

“Yeah and I wanna know WHO!” Noya says, “I know it starts with a T, so I thought maybe you Tanaka, but you didn’t have your phone and plus I’m sure you would’ve told me.”

“Oh sure thing dude.” Tanaka nods. “Maybe it’s Tsukkishima?” He suggests. 

“Hmmm, maybe, but the nickname was T, and she calls him Tsukki. Hmm, Kuroo? His first name starts with a T.” 

“How do you know he plays volleyball?” I say with a smirk, teasing. 

“OH.” Tanaka says, laughing at himself.

“He does though.” I mess with him, making him shove my shoulder. 

“YAMS?” Noya asks, eyes wide. 

I shake my head. My phone buzzes, and I look down at it.

T❤️: hey babyyyy. i miss you

me: i miss you too!💓

T❤️: can u come over tonight🥺 i don’t have practice 

me: hmmmm yeah sure :)

me: noya and tanaka found out that we’re a thing. they don’t know it’s you but i bet they’ll cover for me lmao

T❤️: bless

T❤️: well i gotta go baby i’ll text you later

me: okay bye!!💓

T❤️:😘

“Is it Takeda? If it is, we won’t judge.” Tanaka says quietly, making me laugh loudly. “No no no!” I shake my head.

“Tendou!?” Tanaka exclaims. 

“Takeru?” 

“Goshiki?”

I shake my head at all of their attempts. 

It dawns on Noya, and he leans across the table, Tanaka copies him, and whispers, “Is it Oikawa?” 

I bite my lip with a small smile. 

“NO. WAY.” Tanaka gasps, jaw dropped. “That’s like, illegal!! You know who your brother is, right?!? Dude. That’s ballsy.” 

I laugh at Tanaka’s ramblings. 

“Wow okay, get it I guess.” Noya says, grinning. “What’s he like?” 

“He’s sweet. Nothing like his on the court persona.” I say honestly. “And I really really really like him.”

“You haven’t told Kageyama, I assume?” Tanaka asks, and I shake my head. 

“I just don’t know how, honestly. I’ve been dating Tooru for a little over a year now. Things are great, but just, he and my brother don’t get along. Tooru wants to try, though. But every time I even mention his name, Tobio shuts me down.” 

Noya nods, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Hey, we’re always here to help, you know.”

“Yeah, feel free to say you’re staying at my house with me and my sister or something, Kageyama knows we wouldn’t ever do anything weird. Gross.” Tanaka pretends to gag, and I laugh. 

“Thank you guys.” I reach out, grabbing their hands and squeezing them.

“No prob, Kags.”

——

Later that night, I found myself in the arms of the man that was causing such a stir in my friends’ minds. 

His soft lips against mine, doing exactly what made me feel warm inside. He runs his hands up and down my back, settling on my hips. My arms rest on his shoulders, and eventually move up to run through his hair, messing it up. 

I sigh, pulling away to look at his face. His brown eyes gaze up into mine, and I smile gently, resting my forehead against his. 

“I’m so lucky that you’re my girl.” Tooru says, eyes closing. I hum and kiss his nose, cuddling into his chest, closing my eyes as well.

“Babe. Wake up.” A soft voice says, rubbing my arm. I open my eyes to meet soft brown ones filled with love. 

“Hi, darling.” I say, stretching and yawning. 

“Sleep well?” He asks, pulling me closer to him. 

“I did. You?”

He hums and nods, closing his eyes. “It’s early still, but I wanted to be with you before you leave.” He pouts, pressing a kiss on my temple. 

“Thanks for waking me up.” I smile, putting my hand on his cheek. He turns his head, kissing my palm before going back to look at my face. 

We talk about random things for about 30 minutes, like how shocked Noya was when he heard the message, and how Iwa hit him in the back of the head with a ball again.

Sadly, time passes, so that means I have to go to school. 

“Bye, baby.” He says, telling me farewell at the train. 

“Bye. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He smiles, kissing me quickly before I get on and head to Karasuno.

“Hey, kid.” Daichi says as I walk into the gym carrying my bag. 

“Hi!” I say with a grin, hugging him. 

“Thanks for coming in today.” He says, hugging me back. 

“No problem. I’ve got some time to kill anyway.” Today, a bunch of people are coming to Karasuno to practice together, it’s really informal but fun and useful. I wave bye to Daichi and walk over to my friend Yui. She’s the captain of the girls team. I wasn’t able to play this year, but next year I’m going to join after basketball season.

“Y/n! Hello! Thanks for coming!” She gushes, hugging me. 

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it.” I smile at her as we start to leave the gym to change. 

“Y/n! Good morning!” My brother shouts at me, and I turn around and yell good morning right back with a wave. 

With that out of the way, I walk out of the gym with my friend. 

In the empty club room, we change into shorts and a tshirt and head back, mindlessly chatting along the way.

“Y/n! Hello!” A familiar voice stops me outside. 

“Iwa!” I grin, “Hi! Welcome to my school.” I jokingly bow, making him laugh. “You can go on Yui, I’ll be right there!”

She nods and heads into the gym, probably to see Daichi. 

“Yyyyy/nnnnn,” the smooth voice of my boyfriend rings out, making me laugh.

“Hi!” I smile sweetly at him. “I’d kiss you but there are, ya know, people,” I say quietly. 

He nods his head in understanding. He wasn’t going to ask for one anyway, he didn’t feel like dealing with the secret today.

“Are you going to play too, Y/n? You’re wearing athletic clothes.” Iwa notes.

“Yeah, a bit.” I say, and the three of us walk into the gym. 

“That’s great.” Iwa says, patting my head. 

“She’s the most pretty setter.” Oikawa says quietly, making Iwa and I both chuckle and roll our eyes. 

“The great king!” Hinata exclaims, making a few heads turn in our direction. 

I can sense my brother’s icy stare, and my boyfriend sends him a smirk. 

Oh no, this is gonna be trouble. 

I sigh, pushing my hair back. I walk towards Suga, but turn around and mouth the words “be good” to Tooru, then I do the same to Tobio. 

Oh god oh no oh god oh no, repeats in my brain as I walk wide eyed to the grey haired boy for some kind of comfort. He looks somewhat out of place due to third wheeling Daichi and Yui, so when his eyes meet mine, they flood with relief. 

“Y/n,” he says as I approach him, “today’s gonna be a long one.”

“You’re telling me.” I sigh, putting my hands on my head. I glance back to check on the two boys in my life, and thankfully they’re on opposite sides of the gym. 

“Something the matter?” He asks, concerned.

“Just worried about my brother and Tooru.” I pause. “Oikawa.” I correct myself, and Suga eyes me. 

“If he’s the mystery man I overheard Noya and Tanaka talking about, I feel sorry for your situation.” He says honestly, making my face heat up.  

“Yeah.” I admit. Maybe Suga could help me if something goes awry...

After a moment of silence, he smirks at me, giving me a knowing look. “Does he really hit it till it breaks?” He teases. 

“Oh god Suga!” I exclaim, shoving his shoulder, my cheeks turning red. 

He laughs at my flustered state. 

“He does, but so do I.” I whisper to him, making his jaw drop. It’s his turn to be speechless. I giggle, covering my mouth. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” I say, shaking my head. “Unless...” 

He whacks my shoulder, “You’re too young for lewd jokes like that, young lady!” He teases, giving me a soft whack in between the words. 

“You started it!” I laugh, holding one hand up in surrender, the other on my stomach from laughter.

——

At lunch time, I opt to sit with Noya and Tanaka. 

“The tension between the two is so,” Noya says, waving his hand in the air. 

“Thick.” Tanaka finishes for him, and we all nod. “I don’t like it.”

“Me either. And Tooru has been good, it’s Tobio who’s trying to rile things up.” I frown, pushing my food around with my fork. 

“Yeah, he needs to calm down.” Tanaka agrees. 

“You know what? I’ll go sit with him.” I say, pushing myself up. 

“Go get em!” Noya cheers, making me laugh. 

I walk over and sit down next to him, brushing his shoulder. “Y/n, hey.” He says. 

“Y/n!!!” Hinata beams from across the table. “How’re you!”

“I’m fine, how about you?” I smile at him. He tells me he’s good and rambles for a bit about volleyball. 

“It’s fun.” Tobio admits. “I want to go up against Oikawa, though. Haven’t had the chance yet.” He grumbles, shoveling food. into his mouth. I roll my eyes. “Oi, what was that for?” He demands, nudging me. 

“Nothing, nothing.” I wave him off.

Hinata squints at us, wondering if we’ll start fighting. It happens occasionally, and in front of Hinata a good amount because Tobio “feels like he can be himself” around the orange haired boy (his words, not mine).

“Don’t fight, let’s just focus on learning from others today!” Hinata begs. 

I nod, smiling at him. 

“Now, I’m gonna go.” I say, standing up. I whack Tobio on the head, mumbling “behave” before walking away, waving bye to Hinata.

———

I found myself sitting in between Oikawa and Suga, kicking my legs while I drink my chocolate milk. The two boys chat with each other, making me smile. I look at my boyfriend and he ruffles my hair before continuing his conversation with Suga. Next, I look up at Suga, who’s nodding along to my boyfriend’s words. He looks down at me, fixing my hair before meeting Tooru’s eyes again.

I feel so content, two important guys in my life are getting along. 

“Hey, Y/n, I- what? OH!” Tanaka says, bounding up to the three of us, Noya hot on his tail. 

“It’s nice to meet you, loverboy.” Noya says, stepping from foot to foot in excitement.

Instead of lashing out, Tooru blushes a bit and looks down, acting out of character. This makes Noya grin even wider. “You’d better treat our Y/n right, and I know you do, but I need to say it, and-“ the small boy rambles, making me laugh. Suga shakes his head, whacking Noya to get him to shut up.

“We’re baaaack!” Hinata shouts, “Let’s play!”

“Y/n?” A voice I didn’t want to hear says. 

I look up to meet the hard blue eyes of my brother. 

“Hey, Tobio.” I offer a smile. “Why are you with him?” He folds his arms, making me roll my eyes.

“It seems like you’re ignoring the fact that I’m also with Suga, Noya, and Tanaka.” 

“Still.”

“Okay, you know what, fine,” I say, taking a deep breath. Holy shit, I’m doing this. I’m doing this now of all times. Okay okay okay, get the words out, “He’s my boyfriend.” 

Tobio’s facial expression changes into confusion. If his face could be a punctuation mark, it would embody “?” perfectly.

“Okay, don’t get mad-“ Tooru starts.

“No, okay, I, just,” Tobio stutters, blinking hard.

“Listen.” I tell him, putting my hand on his arm, “I love him, okay? And he’s treated me so well, and I just-“

“Give me a minute.” Tobio says, shaking his head and storming out of the gym.

“Babe,” Tooru says, gently taking my hand in his.

“Take a breath, he’ll come around.” He whispers.

“But what if he doesn’t?” I ask, trying not to tear up.

“If he doesn’t, then oh well.” Tooru rubs my back. “He’s not part of our relationship. It might even take years of him seeing how much I love and care about you, it’s not going to fade. He’ll have to see someday.”

“And,” Suga adds, “we all approve, if that helps things.”

“I can’t believe you’re dating the great king!” Hinata gushes, hugging me. “I’ll go talk to Kageyama.” 

“Thanks, Hinata.” I smile, hugging him back before he runs off.

“At least he didn’t punch me.” Tooru mumbles, making me and the boys around me laugh.

———

At the end of the day, all of the guys are tired and sweaty, walking slower than they did in the morning. I walked between Iwa and Tanaka (admittedly, two guys I never thought I’d walk in between) while listening to chatter amongst the volleyball boys.

“Hey, do you think I can hang out at your house now that your brother knows?” A smooth voice asks me.

I smile, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.” 

“That’s great.” He grins, lacing his fingers with mine. “Plus, I need to prove to him that I’m not actually terrible.”

“Yeah, he’s really hard headed.” I shake my head. 

After a bit, we all get to the train and it’s time to say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.

“It was nice talking to you, loverboy.” Noya says, socking Tooru in the shoulder.

“Yeah, you too I guess.” He rubs the spot that got punched, jokingly wincing.

We break off from the group a bit, and I hug him. “Thanks for acting right.” I say, somewhat jokingly.

“Hey, I’m not a dick when things are important to me.” He shoots back, squeezing me closer to him.

I stand on my tiptoes and he leans down, meeting me halfway. His warm lips are against mine again, and I smile, closing my eyes. 

“Hey, uh,” My brother’s voice interrupts our moment. We pull back and look at him. “This is so weird. I hope you understand how in shock I am. Y/n, we’re going to have a talk on the way home. I don’t know if I can accept this.” He scratches his neck in discomfort.

Tooru stiffens, jaw clenched.

“Tobio, I-“

“No, Y/n. Just, no.” He shakes his head, glaring at the ground.

“At least let me tell you how good he is to me. Let him show you, please Tobio.” I beg.

“I, I can’t, I just,” 

“You’re too fucking stubborn.” I snap. “This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d be a total dick and ruin things.”

“I don’t mind ruining things if it has to do with him.” He folds his arms.

I look back at my boyfriend, who’s obviously trying to hold himself back.

“What the hell, man?” Tooru finally says something. “I’ve literally treated Y/n well for more than a year now, and I could never hurt her. I love her, so much, and I don’t hate her for being your sister, I don’t hold idiotic grudges,”

“You do against me.”

“It’s an act, stupid. You play into it all just as much as I did.”

“Don’t start that, Oikawa.” 

“Hey, Tobio, Tooru,” I butt in, “Please stop.”

“I’ll stop arguing when you dump his ass, Y/n.” Tobio says.

I shoot him a glare, then look to Oikawa, whose eyes swimming with emotion.

“I am not breaking up with Tooru. I love him, Tobio. A lot. Just, accept it, would you?”

“No. I can’t. See him for all I care, but you won’t have me.” He storms off, leaving the two of us standing there in silence.

———

Two months later, I’m sitting in my last period class. I head out of school as the bell rings, arms folded and eyes down. I don’t like admitting that my brother’s words affected me, and I especially don’t like that he made me choose between the two. 

I chose the one who wasn’t a dick. The one who loves me, the one who would do anything to make me smile. The one who looks at me like I put the stars in the sky, the one who holds me at night and gives me his jacket when I’m cold. The one who sneaks my favorite candy in my backpack before I leave his house, the one who lets me pick which anime we watch. The one who kisses each of my fingers, the one who makes my heart stop, the one who supports me no matter what.

Yet my heart aches for my brother, the one that would put bandaids on my scraped knees, the one that would laugh at me when I fell, right before he’d give me a hand up. The one who helped me get ready for basketball tryouts, the one who always forgot his bag at home. The one who refuses to look me in the eye, the one who’s giving me the silent treatment, the one who makes my home life miserable every day. Why do I miss him when he’s so mean?

I kick rocks along the sidewalk, walking past the volleyball gym. I hear familiar squeaks of shoes and slamming of volleyballs on the wood floors. I peek in, praying that my brother isn’t there.

“Y/n!” Suga says, noticing my presence. I squeak and jump back, stumbling a bit. “Sorry to scare you!” He says, jogging up to me, reaching out a hand to help me up.

“It’s okay.”

“How have you been? It’s been ages!” He throws an arm over my shoulders.

I shrug. 

“Not good, huh?” He frowns.

I shake my head.

“I’m sorry. You’re always welcome at my place. I know it’s closer than Oikawa’s.”

“Thank you.” I smile gently, hugging him. “I’d better go before Tobio shows up here.” I laugh lightly, pushing my hair back.

“Hmm, all right then. Don’t forget to text me though, all right?” 

“I won’t. Bye, Suga.” I wave and walk away, heading to the train.

He waves bye back, heading back into the gym.

I glance back, remembering when I’d run Tobio his bag that he left on the counter.

I shake the memories out of my head.

Once on the train, I put in my earbuds, nodding my head along to the first song that came on shuffle. I look out the window, thinking. 

Once I’m at the house of my boyfriend and his family, I truly feel at home. I feel warm, I feel loved, I feel cared for. In fact, I am warm, loved, and cared for here. His parents let me stay over, and I cook dinner for everyone multiple times a week. 

It’s 8:00 pm now, and I’m spinning in Tooru’s desk chair while he folds his clothes.

“Hey, c’mere.” He says, sitting down on his queen sized bed, patting the empty space next to him.

I nod and stand up, then plop myself down. 

“I love you.” He takes my face in his hands, moving closer. “So much.” He kisses my lips firmly. “Don’t you ever forget, missy.”

I laugh, scooting closer to him and nuzzling my face in his chest, sighing in contempt. 

“I love you too, Tooru.” 

‘Star crossed lovers, doomed from the start, huh?’ I think to myself, a small smile on my face, ‘What do ya know? I made it work.’ 

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[blinder-secrets]

Lion Tamer - part 5

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ao3

4,100 words

‘I got it for ya. Open it.’

You were barely awake, barely even human. It was six in the morning, on the day you turned twenty, and Arthur had woken you with a scattering of rocks against your bedroom window. He’d thrown them three, maybe four times. You don’t know. It had sounded like hail. You’d pulled yourself up, bringing the sheet with you, and opened your curtains to the day and to Arthur, who stood outside your parents’ house with his neck bent to look at you.

He’d grinned. It’d been fuller than his moustache at the time.

After a moment of just staring at each other, both waiting for the other to do something, you’d pushed the window open. ‘What are you doing?’ you’d said, speaking as quietly as you could whilst still being heard. ‘It’s barely dawn, Arthur.’

‘I wanted to be the first, din’t I?’ he answered, proudly, happy that he’d won. He waved you down to him. ‘Come on birthday girl, come see what I got.’

You’d clocked the present under his arm and smiled. ‘Alright, let me put something on.’

Once you were out there, wrapped in a dressing gown and shuffling in your mother’s slippers, you’d forgotten how early it was. You didn’t care that he’d woken you up on your one day off, or that he’d caught you in your nightgown. He’d held the gift out for you, like it was a treasure, searched for and found, and you’d forgotten all of it.

‘What is it?’ you asked, taking it from him. It was wrapped terribly. Awfully. He wasn’t a man for presents, or prettiness, but he’d tried to twist the string that held it all together into a bow, and that made you like it even more.

‘I got it for ya,’ he said. ‘Open it.’

And you had, and it was perfect. A small-chained necklace, delicate, brassy with a green stone hanging from it. It wasn’t overly extravagant — or expensive, you’d hoped. But it was exactly what you liked. ‘How did you know?’

‘Saw you looking at Pol’s,’ he’d said. He looked so pleased with himself, happier than you did, even. ‘Ere,’ he was giddy, moving already, ‘let me put it on ya.’

Tommy’s cigarette case snapped shut. You jumped slightly, though your eyes had already been sitting, unfocused, on the silver in his hands, and he raised an eyebrow at the movement.

‘Nervous, [y/n]?’ he asked, because of course he did, because he wanted you to be.

You cleared your throat. ‘I’m surprised you aren’t driving yourself,’ you said, to change the subject. ‘I thought you would.’

You’d been in the car for half an hour already and that was the first time the silence had broken between you. He was on your left, comfortable in his seat, sitting back with his knees wide, unlike you, who sat as far to the right as the car would allow. When you’d asked to come with him, you hadn’t expected to be sharing the back bench.

‘I’m buying a car,’ he said. He tucked the cigarette between his lips and lit it. ‘I’ll drive it back afterwards.’

‘The latest model, I’m sure.’

He nodded. Every extravagance.

‘And what’ll happen to this one?’ you asked. ‘Sold for parts?’

‘No.’ He blew the smoke from his lips and it went forward, then out the window, dragged behind by the speed. ‘Arthur will have it.’

You didn’t say anything, but you did smile. It felt like a sickly one, smug, the kind your mother would scold you for. ‘He’ll like that,’ you said.

‘Yeah?’ He snorted, amusing himself. Looking ahead though his joke was at you. ‘Use it to visit you, will he?’

Your jaw set. He’d made you promise no Arthur, no mention of him, no conversation. But he could sit there and mock you. He could talk about him at your expense. You wanted to say something about it, but you didn’t know where to start, you didn’t know which annoyance to string into your bow. Instead, you scoffed and turned away from him. The hedgerow running alongside you was better company.

‘You’ll see him, then, in London,’ he started, barely ten minutes later. ‘Right?’

‘Will you kick me out the car if I answer?’ you bit back, spitting a glance at him before returning to your view. You watched the hedge break, watched it drop into a line of short fences. You were leaving the countryside. In and out again like a bullet.

He sighed. ‘I only ask cause I need him on the ball.’

You looked at him and he already had his eyes on you. If you knew what he was hiding behind them, maybe he’d bother you less. ‘And?’

‘It’d be better if he wasn’t distracted,’ his hand waved between you, ‘by your visit.’

‘Distracted?’ You couldn’t stop your voice from rising. It was like you existed in an entirely different world from him, one with different rules. A different Arthur. 'The only thing that distracts him is the drink,’ you said.  

‘The booze,’ he drawled, nodding, ‘the cocaine, the women.’ He added the last one to hurt you, you’re sure, but it fell flat. You and Arthur had never been that way.

‘And you,’ you added dryly. ‘Tell me, which is deadlier? Drugs or Tommy Shelby?’

‘Deadly.’ He said it once and then let it sit. His lips pouted slightly, like a child’s. He knew you had a point, surely, surely he did. Surely he wasn’t so obtuse that he failed to see it.

‘And where were you, ey?’ he started again, having decided that no, no you didn’t have a point. His voice thickened, deep and accusing. ‘Two years ago,’ he said, ‘when that rope was round his neck, where were you?’

You ran your tongue across your teeth, behind your lips, like it’d calm you down. He knew you blamed yourself for that. He knew the guilt sat in your stomach every time you were reminded of it, that Arthur was at the edge and you weren’t there to pull him back. ‘I was visiting family,’ you began, ‘you know—‘

He cut you off. ‘Family, right. That’s what it all comes back to. At the end of the day, it’s all that matters. It’s all that sticks.’

He was family, Shelby family. And you weren’t. The hit stung where he’d intended it to, but it didn’t slow you down. It barely even made you blink. ‘We can both play that game, Tommy,’ you sneered. ‘You’re family, but who does he go to? Who does he trust?’

You watched him snort; it just strengthened your words, sharpened their edges.

‘When that noise in his head gets loud, do you think he’d ever come to you?’ you pushed. ‘Do you think he’d ever want to?’

‘I don’t want the noise, love. I want loyalty.’ His eyes dripped down your face. ‘Which I get.’

And you don’t. Yeah, message fucking heard, Tommy. ‘What is wrong with you?’ you asked, before you could stop yourself. ‘You enjoy this.’

He didn’t deny it, he just shrugged. ‘The last thing my brother needs, [y/n], is a wife.’

You laughed. It fell out of you like ice into whiskey. ‘You won’t even let him have a friend,’ you said. And he didn’t deny that either.

When you reached London, the first stop you made was Ada’s. You’d told Tommy that was where you were staying, and you don’t think either of you disagreed that the sooner you got there, and got out of that bloody car, the better. You’d been sat in silence since the argument.

‘Thank-you for the lift,’ you told him, as you climbed out. You didn’t mean it and he didn’t accept it. You left him stood on the pavement, because he was reluctant to go any closer, and knocked on the door of Ada’s grand house. Fitting for her, you thought. A palace for the princess.

She answered the door with wide, questioning, eyes, and then caught Tommy over your shoulder. ‘What the bloody hell are you doing here?’ she said, eyebrows pinched, face sharp and unwelcoming.

‘Just dropping her off, Ada,’ he explained, hands half-raised in surrender. ‘I’m not staying.’

‘To Hell, you’re not,’ she quipped. Then her attention fell back to you. ‘And what are you doing here?’

You smiled, wincing an apology into your features. ‘Sorry, Polly said I could stay. Didn’t have time to ring.’

She tutted, but it wasn’t a no. ‘You may as well be one of them,’ she said. ‘Never get any warning for anything. Come in then, come on.’

You followed her in. When you shut the door behind you, Tommy had already gone.

So, this is how he’d been spending his time. All the way to London, for a pub. For a bar. You stood in front of it, staring at the gold lettering above the door. It had been Sabini’s, Ada had said, but now it was theirs. Shelby run, Shelby occupied. She’d said if you went before opening, you’d probably find him. It hadn’t even crossed your mind to check the hotel. Any excuse to be with the liquor, you’d thought, or the snow. You’d never seen him on cocaine. Maybe you had, maybe you couldn’t tell the difference.

It was four in the afternoon, and if you wanted even the slightest chance of speaking to him alone, it had to be now. You sighed and tried the door. Locked. Without pausing, you turned and followed the pavement until you found a gap between the buildings, one that would take you round the back. It didn’t take long. The second door you found was unlocked, so you slipped past the bins and into the bar.

Well.

You could see why Small Heath had lost its appeal. Even the back half of the bar reeked of wealth, of class. The corridors sang of occasion. Your eyes clung to the wallpaper, followed it up and along the curved ceiling as you entered the main room. It was royal. All royal, and now the Shelbys were king. Your gaze hit the highest point and dropped, sauntered down the chandelier, lingered on the lights. You stood stationary on the edge of the dance floor and then, only then, when you’d paused, did your attention pull to the only motion in the place.

In the middle of the room was Arthur, and a woman bent up beneath him.

‘Oh my fucking Christ.’

You looked far longer than you should of. You saw too much, too much of her, her face, her mouth open, panting, his hands on her waist, his biceps under the shirt, his bare thighs, the noise, the sound, the lines of red across his hips and, God, oh God, you looked away.

‘Sorry,’ you said. Sorry to yourself, sorry to the other woman.

You were already backtracking, hot-footing the path you’d taken when you heard your name barked from behind you.

‘Fuck,’ said the woman, ‘who’s that?’ Grunting, shuffling. Chairs kicked out of the way. ‘Oi,’ she said to him, ‘where you going?’

‘[Y/n],’ Arthur called again. ‘Wait.’

No. No, you wouldn’t wait. You needed to be outside. You wanted to stare into the sun long enough for it to blind you, to go deep and take the pictures from behind your eyes.

‘I said bloody wait,’ he moaned. The metal of his suspenders clacked together as he brought them back over his shoulders. ‘Fuck sake.’

You flung the door open with both hands. The air you met was cold and your face was hot, burning. He followed after you but you wouldn’t turn around to check. Of all the fucking places. No shame, you thought, no dignity. Out in the open, across a table for anyone to see. Would he have you like that? If you let him, would he?

‘Love,’ he started. ‘Look, that wasn’t…’ He didn’t even know what to say. You didn’t really want him to say anything.

You should’ve stayed at Ada’s, should’ve gone to the hotel and left a note at the reception. Should’ve waited and seen if he would come to you. If he didn’t then so be it, he wasn’t alone. He was very fucking far from being on his own.

‘You weren’t—‘

‘Please don’t say anything that’s gonna make me want to hit you,’ you said, quickly, before meaning to say anything at all. ‘Arthur, I mean it.’

‘You won’t even look at me,’ he grumbled. His voice was dropped, sulking, rolling about like a scolded child.

Spinning, you let out a frustrated noise and then said to his face, ‘There. Are we better now?’

His shirt was undone still, five buttons open and gaping, but his pants were up. He’d sorted himself that much, then, hid the marks at least. The red marks. Nails or lipstick? Is that how you liked it, Arthur? Did she know you well?

‘What’re you doing here?’ he asked. He smoothed his hair back, once, twice, it still fell forward afterwards.

You couldn’t help yourself, your voice slipped into sarcasm. ‘Oh, I was actually here to visit her, yeah.’ You pointed to the building. ‘What’s her name? You seem awfully well acquainted.’

That pissed him off. His brow scrunched up, his nostrils flaring. ‘Right, don’t be fuckin’ childish.’

‘Says the man who can’t work a fucking phone.’ The one who can’t remember to check in, not even once. The one that swapped you out for whatever toy was newest, shiniest, whatever made his head spin fast enough. Maybe you’d have kept his attention if he’d had you over the table in the Garrison.

‘Ay?’ He didn’t get it. No surprise there. ‘What’s this about?’

‘Are you on coke?’ you asked suddenly, incredulously. ‘Is that what it is?’

He bent his head into his shoulder like he couldn’t believe you. Like you were the one acting irrationally. ‘Come off it,’ he said. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘I have no idea, Arthur.’ You pushed your fingertips into your forehead, hoping it would somehow stop your brain from bouncing around your skull. You didn’t care, you didn’t. You did. But, oh, you did. You hadn’t heard from him at all, but he had time for that. Time for her, not for you, time for drink and coke, and her. ‘I think I should go,’ you said.  

‘Ay? You just got here.’ He gestured behind him. ‘At least stay for a bit, sit down. See the bar.’

You scoffed. You looked at him like he was insane, utterly fucking insane. And you tried to never do that. ‘What?’ You laughed. ‘Me, you, and that lovely lady of yours? I think I’ll pass.’

‘Look,’ he said sharply, ‘if you’ve got some problem, right, with me and…’ He frowned. Frowned at you yet again, like you were nothing but a bother. ‘Just say it,’ he finished. ‘Alright? Fuckin’ say it, then I’ll know.’

Say what? He hadn’t even got there himself.

‘Oh my god,’ you pushed the curse into the sky, chin tilting upwards with the words, before setting your eyes back on him. ‘I don’t care, that you’re, fucking, fucking sleeping with women, Arthur. I just didn’t want to see it,’ you stressed. ‘I’m embarrassed.’ Painfully so. It was like your face got hotter the more you looked at him, the more he made you think about it. You exhaled quickly and it came out a bit like a whine. ‘Christ,’ you said, ‘it’s like seeing your fucking brother’s bare arse, or something.’

‘Brother?’ he repeated.

‘Yes,’ you snapped. His face fell. ‘Well, sort of.’ It didn’t stop him looking any less hurt, so you continued babbling. ‘I don’t know. God, I’ll just go. Sorry. I think that’s best.’

‘Right,’ he nodded, ‘yeah.’

It didn’t feel like you could walk away. The floor had stuck itself to your feet, maybe, it had got him as well. He was frozen too. ‘I’m staying with Ada,’ you said.

He nodded again and said, ‘Right.’

‘If you want to…’ You didn’t finish. It was too aimless to start with.

‘Alright,’ he said. ‘Alright, [y/n].’

Later, when you’d told Ada what had happened, her eyes had widened, big and disbelieving, and then they’d shrunk. Squinted. Pierced back into yours. ‘And you didn’t hit him?’ she asked, like you should have.

‘No.’ You pulled your feet up, tucking them under yourself. ‘Thought about it, though.’

She sighed, eyes rolling as she passed a blanket from her seat to yours. ‘Someone bloody should,’ she said. ‘All those years I spent, teaching them to be good. Look where it got them.’

‘It’s the fucking snow,’ you told her. ‘I’m sure of it.’

You draped the blanket over your legs and settled into the sofa. The fire was lit, but it was still nice to be wrapped up, to be warm. You watched the flames curl and bounce in the fireplace.

‘I think maybe I do care,’ you said carefully, ‘that he’s sleeping with other women. But, I don’t think I should.’

‘Well,’ she sighed, ‘that, I knew.’ She looked at you fondly, you saw it from the corner of your eye. Like she thought you were silly, hopeless, but sweet. And she knew that about you. ‘Why shouldn’t you?’ she asked. ‘I think you like Arthur more than anyone has, ever.’

You shrugged. ‘Because I fuck men that aren’t him.’ And it doesn’t even touch him, it doesn’t even bother him unless Tommy says it should. ‘Did I tell you they made me break it off with Frankie?’ you add, chasing the thought. ‘Tommy said it’s too much of a risk.’

She exhaled through her nose, not quite a laugh, but not a sigh either. ‘I’m not surprised. Did he make Arthur do it?’’

‘Yeah.’

‘Course he did.’ She shook her head, pausing to drink from her wine glass. ‘If you weren’t already in so deep, I’d tell you to get out. But it’s too late for that.’

‘It is,’ you agreed. Family or not, you were chained and bolted to the lot of them for good. ‘Do you think we’d ever work?’ you asked. ‘Me and Arthur?’

And then the doorbell rang. And the knocker went, hard against the wood, and then again and again, until you were standing and the blanket was abandoned on the floor.

‘That’ll be him,’ Ada decided, and she was right.

From the knocks alone, you knew he wasn’t sober. They were too violent, too inconsistent, too fucking loud to be from a sober hand. You paused behind the door to take a breath. Despite the day, you had been enjoying your evening with Ada. You’d almost forgotten that you’d half invited him here.

You pulled the door open and he staggered backwards, down a step, his already-raised hand dropping quickly. Like lead in the water.  ‘You’re here,’ he said, like he had expected that you wouldn’t be. ‘Good.’

‘How much have you drank?’ you asked, skipping hello.

He shook his head and his hand went reaching forward. ‘Love, dear, my dear.’ It slurred out of him. He walked back up the step so you were level again. ‘I had to, right,’ he explained, ‘I had to fuckin’ come see ya. Sort it out for us.’

You sighed, slouching into the door. You leant on the knob for support. ‘Arthur, go back to your hotel.’

‘Nah, nah, not til it’s fuckin’ all right again.’ He could barely even look at you, his gaze couldn’t settle. The longer parts of his hair had flopped forward, over his forehead, covering his eyes. His head was spinning beneath, you were sure. ‘Am losing it here,’ he babbled, ‘am dipping in and out again.’

‘Arthur.’ What could you have even said to him? Anything you said now would have been lost under the hum, buried with the hangover in the morning. You may as well have let him talk to the door.

‘In-an-fucking-out,’ he droned. He took another step closer. ‘I was gonna ring you,’ he insisted, ‘I was. I had the number waitin’.’

‘So what happened?’ You sounded bored, even to yourself.

‘Nothing. Everything.’

You felt his breath on your chest and it was hot, heavy. It took everything you had not to push him away. He was stood too close, he didn’t even realise, probably thought he was whispering and you needed him near to be able to understand. He stank. Of brass, of sour beer and cigars drenched in whiskey. You took a step back and in the same moment his hand wrapped around the necklace you wore.

‘Here,’ he said, and then it snapped. Pulled apart like it was a strand of cotton. He stared at it, dangling from his closed fist, and you watched him, watching it, and then the green stone rolled off the chain and onto the floor.

You didn’t say anything. You’d had that necklace round your neck since he put it there.

‘Fuck,’ he said. ‘I just wanted to see it.’ His eyes flicked to yours, desperate. Startled like he was a deer and you had the gun square between them. ‘I’ll fix it. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.’

He dropped, crouching to collect the lost jewel, before righting himself. He held it up, in your face, too close, and too rough, and suddenly you were tired. So tired of it all, of him. It was always you putting him back together, always you calming him down. Always him ruining things that were yours. That you loved, that you wanted to keep. The chain clung to his hands. Wrapped around his palms like he was sweating.

‘Here,’ he said. ‘Look, back together, right. Just, well, you’ll need a new chain.’

You didn’t want a new one. You wanted that one. You wanted to go back in time and ignore his pounding on the door, and sit and drink wine with the one Shelby that didn’t tire you out. ‘Please go, Arthur.’

‘Ay?’

‘I said please go.’ You wanted it to be forceful but it came out quietly instead. ‘I can’t do it tonight, I just can’t, Arthur.’

‘What,’ he stuttered, ‘what d’you mean? We haven’t spoke yet.’

You swallowed. ’I don’t want to speak to you.’

His hands dropped slightly. ‘But,’ he huffed, lost in his drunkenness, ‘but, you always want to talk. With me, you always do.’

And maybe that was the problem. Maybe you told him yes every time you should have told him no. That was why he was there, drunk and intrusive, with your necklace in his hand. Broken. Broken like he was.

‘Arthur.’ You closed your eyes; you didn’t want to see his face when you said it. ‘Please fuck off,’ you said. ‘Just, for once, fuck off.’

When you opened them again, he was already staggering down the steps away from you. You closed the door before you could regret it.

Never in your life, did you think you’d be grateful to see Tommy Shelby. But there he was, parked outside Ada’s, with his new car shining in the early light, and you could’ve almost cried with relief. You had been planning to stay another day. To go sightseeing with Ada, and then catch a train home on the Monday. Tommy, for some reason unknown to you, had offered an alternative.

‘Just thought I’d check,’ he said. ‘It was on my way.’

You nodded quickly. ‘Yes, thank-you. That would be great.’

He shrugged. ‘Get your bags, then.’

You didn’t want to be in London any longer. You didn’t want to sit and think about where Arthur had gone last night, or where he’d turn up next. You wanted home, your home, your flat and your nice little kitchen. You said goodbye to Ada quickly and apologetically.

‘You’re going now?’ she asked. ‘With Tommy?’

With Tommy, yes. In the new car, with the wrong brother, but it didn’t matter.

‘I’ll ring you when I’m back,’ you told her. ‘Don’t worry.’

She wasn’t worried, just confused, it was there in the pinch of her eyebrows. You didn’t linger to see what thought she arrived at. Whatever comment she was about to make could wait until you were back where you should’ve been.  

‘Okay,’ you said once you were on the pavement again, ‘all done.’ You pulled the bag onto your shoulder; the present for Arthur was still in there, fallen flat, right at the bottom. ‘Let’s go.’

Tommy nodded. He held the door open for you.

‘You can sit in the front this time,’ he said.  ‘Like a rich girl.’

And it almost felt like a joke, a nice one, one you were in on, and you almost smiled.

>> Read part six

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Feel free to change anything within these starters that you see fit to make it work for your muse !

( Some sentences have been modified for length, understanding, or to give fuller context. )

I think therefore I am:

“ I'm not your friend or anything ... “ “ You think that you're the man - “ “ Stop, what the hell are you talking about ? “  “ Get my pretty name outta your mouth ! “ “ So, go have fun. “ “ I really couldn't care less. “ “ ... And you can give 'em my best ... “ “ They’d rather you remain unremarkable. “ “ When they say your name, I just act confused. “ “ I don't think I caught your name. “ 

I love you:

“ It's not true ... tell me I've been lied to ?! “ “ Cryin' isn't like you ... ? “ “ Never been the type to let someone see right through. “ “ Say you were tryna make me laugh. “ “ You didn't mean to say, ‘ I love you ‘.” “ I love you and I don't want to. “ “ Maybe we should just try to tell ourselves a good lie ? “ “ I didn't mean to make you cry. “ “ I'm in your arms in Central Park ... “ “There's nothin' you could do or say; I can't escape the way I love you ! “ “ I don't want to, but I love you. “

All The Good Girls Go To Hell: 

“ My Lucifer is lonely ... “ “ Standing there, killing time ... can't commit to anything but a crime. “  “ Got friends but can't invite them. “ “ My turn to ignore ya ! “ “ Don't say I didn't warn ya ! “ “ All the good girls go to hell. “ “ Look at you needing me ... “ “ You know I'm not your friend without some greenery. “ “ Your cover up is caving in. “ “ Man is such a fool, why are we saving him ? “ “ Begging for our help, wow! “ “ There's nothing left to save now ... “

My Strange Addiction: 

“ Don't ask questions. You don't wanna know ... “ “ Learned my lesson way too long ago. “ “ Take what I want, when I wanna ... and I want ya ! “ “ Bad, bad news: One of us is gonna lose. “ “ I'm the powder, you're the fuse - just add some friction ! “ “ You are my strange addiction. “ “ My doctors can't explain my symptoms or my pain ... “ “ Put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it. “ “ Hurts, but I know how to hide it ... “  “ Bite my glass, set myself on fire --- “ “ Can't you tell I'm crass ? “ “ Can't you tell I'm wired ? “ “ Tell me ‘ nothin' lasts ‘, like I don't know. “

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JUGENEA FAN FICTION

AT C.G.’s

sequel to ‘At The H.R.’ - Months after their sexy rendezvous at the Roosevelt Hotel, Judy and Gene reunite once again, this time at one of Cary Grant’s infamous parties up on Mulholland 

1948

His forehead wrinkled as he felt a tingling sensation on his skin. The comfortable, crisp air suddenly became very warm. The tingling sensation now made its way into his insides. Drifting out of sleep, Gene suddenly felt a spark hit his body and he opened his eyes with the sudden sensation.

Confused, he looked around. He was standing in a living room, one he didn’t quite recognize, but oddly felt familiar. How did he get there from his bed? He looked down and realized he was no longer wearing pajamas but a black suit. Everything felt strange but it wasn’t at all unpleasant. Actually, it was quite pleasant, but peculiar. The atmosphere was muggy and warm, a hazy red glow was in the air, feeling exotic.

Behind him, a blurry figure emerged slowly down the staircase illuminated in red. He heard the sound of familiar heels clicking on the floor in a distance behind him. He knew who it was without even turning around. He just knew. He could already smell her alluring perfume. Gene felt her hand slide along his back before she came into focus. As she slid to the front of him, her hand followed its path to his chest.

Judy.

She wore a ravishing, white evening gown. The dress was long, with a slit cut way up high on her thigh, the strapless bodice accentuated her breasts beautifully. And she smiled at him, a titillating smile that expressed seduction. Her lips were redder and fuller than he ever remembered. Her eyes were dark, almost black, hypnotizing him. She ran her finger slowly down his silk tie before she turned and started to walk away from him. Her hips moved sensually as she made her way to the back hallway. It was Judy, it looked like her, smelled like her, but it she never acted this way. Where was she going?

Judy?

He called out for her in his mind. Why couldn’t he speak? He followed her to where she stood in front of a door. When she turned to look at him, he opened his mouth determined to speak, but she put her finger up to her lips, smiling, shushing him.

Gene stood frozen in place as he watched her lean against the door provocatively, her leg fully visible, beckoning to be touched. The way she looked at him at that moment just screamed sex. He could feel the energy. He could taste it. Opening the door, she motioned with her finger for him to follow her inside before shutting the door behind her. Anxious arousal and confusion spread throughout his being as his hand reached for the door knob. He hesitated at first, but when he grabbed onto the handle, it took a lot of energy to open the door. It was heavy like steel, and his grasp felt very liquid, but he managed to open it.

When Gene shut the door behind him, he found himself standing in the center of an empty soundstage. Where was she? Why did she leave him? Suddenly he felt abandoned, lost. But he could still feel her energy. She was here somewhere.

"Yo, buddy."

Gene heard a harsh voice echoing in his ears. The middle of his eyes wrinkled in bafflement as he turned his head to where the voice was coming from.

"I'm sorry?"

The impatient cabbie turned to look at him over his shoulder, "You gonna pay or are we at the wrong place?"

Gene looked out the window and sure enough they were in front of Ciro's. He immediately reached into his pocket and handed the driver money, "Thanks."

Gene sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He still couldn’t stop thinking about that odd dream he had last night. As he started to walk up to the entrance of the popular watering hole on Sunset, photographers turned from Lana Turner, who just disappeared into the building, and started shouting towards him.

"Mr. Kelly, Mr. Kelly."

"Evening, Mr. Kelly. Over here."

Gene was pulling out his cigarettes as they started flashing and he put his hand up and nodded, turning away from them. He hadn't been here for a night out since the last time he was at Ciro's, months ago, and he wasn't really in the mood for all the hobglob: a term he gave to paparazzi.

After lighting his cigarette, he was about to open the doors when Dick Powell, June Allyson, Peter Lawford and some chorus-girl came charging out of them startling him a bit.

"Oh, hey, Gene," Dick said noticing him first.

Gene smiled wide and shook his hand, "Hey guys," then turned to give Junie a kiss, "Hi sweetheart."

"How are ya, bud," Peter asked placing a friendly slap on his back.

"I'm good. Finally checking out the club scene again."

"Good to see ya back out. Gene, this is Maggie, Fox contract player," Peter said smiling at the bubbly blonde.

"Nice to meet you, Maggie," Gene smiled and kissed her hand.

"Thank you. I love all your films."

"You're sweet. So, what, are you all leaving," Gene asked disappointed.

"Yeah, there's a party we're all headed to. Come on with us," Junie said linking her arm with his.

"Where?"

"C.G's," Rich quipped.

Gene had never been to one of Cary Grant's infamous Mulholland parties, but he had heard about them. As charming and sophisticated Mr. Grant was, his parties seemed a little nuts.

"Oh, you know, the last I heard, from up at Cary's, was that Mickey woke up ass-naked on a pool lounger," they all laughed and he went on with a chuckle, "Not sure it's my scene."

"It's all about self-control, my man," Peter said trying to urge him to come along, "which you have. Mick's got no self-control with anything...especially with legs," he said raising his eyebrows like Groucho Marx.

Maggie giggled and slapped his chest, "Stop it."

"Well, if you're all going I might swing by in a bit. I'll see whose all here first."

"Believe me, everyone you want to hang out with is already at the party," Rich went on.

"Yeah, Kay and Lucille left about 20 minutes ago. Come on, I got a car over there.  The girls are already in there waiting," Peter said as he led Maggie away.

Without another word, Junie pulled him along with her making him smile. He couldn't help but just give in. They walked up to Lawford's rented 1947 Cadillac limo and the five of them piled into the back. Gene was the last in, and the minute he shut the door, he was staring at the back of Judy. She was sitting up front laughing horribly with Lena Horne as the driver started the car.

So, those were the 'girls', he thought mischievously as he assumed would be two more chorus girls Pete picked up.

Judy hadn't noticed him as he stared at her surprised. He couldn't see all of her, as he was in the back seat, but he saw her dark lashes as she looked at Lena with wide, amused eyes at something naughty the brunette said, and then her red lips as she burst out in laughter. Her auburn hair was the last thing he saw before the overhead light went off as the driver started the car. He knew she had been in Carmel on vacation for the past 3 1/2 weeks after finishing Easter Parade, but he didn't expect her back for a few more days, and surely didn't expect her to just show up out of no where. But, alas, Ms. Judy Garland did have that way about her.

The two had seen each other and talked since their rendezvous at the Hotel Roosevelt, but they hadn't spent anytime alone. When he started working on Three Musketeers, he didn't even go out to nightclubs. He was just too damn exhausted. And her time working on Pirate and Parade simultaneously had worn her out. He was happy she was granted all that time off, but he missed the hell out of her. Now that he was in-between filming, he was very much looking forward to rekindling with her. His plan was to make up for lost time when she returned from vacation, as she would for sure be well-rested. Judging by how giddy she seemed right now, he was hopeful his plan was working out earlier than expected.

It was dark in the car, but he could see her pale, white shoulders illuminated by the moonlight and he had a sudden urge to touch them...kiss them.

"Look at us, it's like a mini Words and Music reunion in here," Junie said.

"None of us have even started filming yet, baby cakes," Lena said sarcastically over her shoulder.

"That's beside the point, you stinker."

"It's a shame that most of us won't get to film together," Judy added a little downtrodden.

Gene almost chimed in, as he was included in the upcoming film, but he quickly decided that he didn't want her to know he was back there. He wanted to see her face when she saw him. He was playing the game and she loved games.

"Your scene is with Mick, isn't it, Judes," Lena asked.

"I have a musical number with him. You know, three of my leading men are in this picture.”

“And you only get Mick,” Powell stated as he noticed Pete and Maggie huddled close whispering amongst themselves across from him.

“Yah, no, I take that back,” she quickly retorted, “Actually, I have a short scene with Drake, too. Maybe I should ask them to write in a scene with Gene, that way I can act with all three of ‘em,” she chuckled.

June turned to Gene, “That would be swell, wouldn’t it G…”Gene quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She looked at him confused as he pointed towards Judy and then leaned over to whisper, “She doesn’t even know I’m in the car, let’s see what awful things she has to say about me.”

June then reiterated to her husband in his ear and Judy spoke up, “Why’d it suddenly get so quiet,” she turned around in her seat to look at them and Gene quickly bent forward so she wouldn’t catch him.

“Mind ya own business, baby,” Rich said trying to cover up, “You got two couples back here. Sometimes it will get quiet.”

Judy laughed and turned back around in her seat and Lena smoothed her updo, “They all smooching back there?”

“All huddled together like newlyweds,” Judy teased.

“How dare they,” Lena said and she turned just as Gene sat back up straight. Her mouth opened just as surprised to see him but he quickly pointed at Judy and placed a finger on his lips as to say to not give him away. She smiled and turned back around. She, of course, was the only one in the vehicle that knew of her relationship with Gene and loved this charade of Gene’s.

“Judy,” June asked sweetly.

“Yes, darling?”

“If you had to choose, who would you rather work with more, Drake, Mickey or Gene?”

“They’re all different in their own way.”

“Whose a better kisser,” June asked winking at Gene who was smiling.

“Well, I think I have enough class not to answer that.”

“Ok, between Mickey and Gene, which one do you prefer more?”

“It’s Mickey, isn’t it, that little dog,” Rich said in a girly voice.

Judy giggled nervously and scratched her eyebrow, “Please, he’s like a brother to me.”

“Gene then?”

“I didn’t say that,” she quickly said in defense.

Lena glanced back at Gene and did a come-hither motion to get her to keep going and she did, “Gene’s like a brother to you, too, hm?”

Judy sported wide eyes at her friend’s question as she was well aware that Lena asked that on purpose knowing a good-extent of her love-affair with Gene.

“Okay,” Peter said leaning forward, “We all saw those kisses on your Pirate picture. There was no brother-sister dynamic on those takes, you know what I mean,” he laughed naughty.

Judy crossed her arms not annoyed, “I thought you were busy back there, Lawford?”

“Lawford,” he repeated, “Uh-oh, I’m-in-trou-ble.”

“Kissing on screen doesn’t mean you’re into the other actor. She is an actress, you know,” June said.

“And she is married,” Maggie said in Judy’s defense.

Judy and Lena shared mischievous glances at one another. Oh, how naïve that chorus girl was for Hollywood. Gene’s smile widened as he watched Judy smiling at Lena biting her nail like some guilty teenager.

“You must not have read Judy’s biography,” Peter joked to his date.

“You have a Biography? But you’re so young,” she quipped.

Even Gene gave a look to the blonde as Judy placed her fingers on her temple, “No, I don’t have a biog…look, can we please stop talking about me or shall I open up the can of worms that’s all of your discrepancies?” They all murmured “noooo” and she nodded, “Didn’t think so.”

“I think he’s cute,” June went on.

“Who?”

“Gene Kelly. Don’t you think he’s cute?”

“He’s alright,” Judy answered monotoned, forcing herself to seem like she was uninterested.

Lena glanced back at Gene who had his arms crossed and looked baffled. “Well, I for one think he’s a hunk.”

“Yah, for a dancer, I suppose,” Judy went on clearly acting her little heart out for the other’s sake but Lena could see right through. Gene, not so much this time.

Gene leaned forward about to speak when June pulled him back by the shoulder reminding him of his game. “Well, if he’s not a good kisser and not attractive, why do you spend a lot of time with him,” June went on.

“I never said he wasn’t a good kisser and I never said he wasn’t attractive,” Judy answered quite defensively, “He’s a great leading man, we have great chemistry on screen. He’s just…not my type. We’re the best of friends. And don’t you all go talking this nonsense to him, neither.”

Suddenly everyone cracked up. Gene smiled licking his bottom lip, before biting it ready for the charade to end but before anyone could spoil it, the driver stopped and announced they had arrived.

As everyone piled out of the back, Judy grabbed her purse as Lena started to scoot past her.

“Get your game face on, baby,” Lena said before she stepped out of the car.

Judy was confused by her comment, but brushed it off before grabbing the hand that was held out for her. As Judy stood up out of the car, she glanced up at whom she thought was either Richie or Peter, but instead was staring at a very amused Gene. She gasped and whisked her hand away from his clearly shocked.

“Where on earth...” she was going to ask where he came from but didn’t need to continue as the question was written all over her face. Gene just smiled wickedly and she knew.

“There,” she asked in her distinct, but meek, tone as she motioned to the backseat.

“Oh, didn’t you know,” he asked playfully.

Judy couldn’t help but smile embarrassed before she went to get back into the car but he quickly grabbed her arm, “Nah, uh-uh. We have some things to talk about, young lady.”

“Oh, don’t be boring. We’re at a party,” she said just as teasing as she squirmed away from him and caught up to Lena as they all walked towards the front door.

Inside, the party was in full swing and Gene recognized nearly everyone. To the left, in the den, Lucy and Keenan Wynn were entertaining a group with funny anecdotes, while to the right, in the living room, Peggy Lee was entertaining another group as she sang accompanied by George Shearing on the piano. All-in-all, nothing seemed bonkers, as he had heard.

“Hi, Gene,” Angela Lansbury said cheerfully as she walked up to him.

“Hello, Angie,” he said leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Since when do you crawl on top of Mulholland on a school night?”

“I didn’t crawl, I was kidnapped outside Ciro’s by Lawford’s gang.”

“Ah, on a magic carpet no less.”

“Something like that,” he teased back.

C’mere,” she giggled, “Get yourself a drink.”

Together, arm-in-arm they walked to the mini bar in the living room and Gene looked around. As quick as Judy could seemingly appear, she seemed to disappear even faster.

“What’s your poison, darling?”

“Oo, how about Bourbon and water.”

“Simple, simple,” she said as she took it upon herself to make him a cocktail.

“So, where’s your groom-to-be?”

“The last I saw him, he was hiding by a potted palm. Which reminds me, I better go find him. Here you go,” she said and handed him his fresh cocktail.

“Thank you. See you later.”

Gene wandered around and said hi to friends meanwhile looking for signs of Judy. When she didn’t seem to be around in these few rooms, he decided to explore elsewhere. As he passed the den, Lucy waved at him which he waved back before heading towards the hallway.

It was semi-dark as he passed a couple necking against the wall and soon found himself in a large, state-of-the arc library and billiard room. Ann Miller, Bob Hope and Mickey Rooney were in the middle of a pool game as Kate Hepburn chatted with Kay Thompson on the couch by the fireplace.

“Gene, Judy didn’t tell me you were coming,” Kay spoke up surprised as she stood up to walk over.

“I didn’t know he would be,” Gene heard Judy’s voice behind him before she appeared next to him.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked but Kay reached in for a hug.

“I’ve never seen you at C.G.’s before,” she said in her brass voice.

“I was tricked.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I was tricked,” Judy retorted and reached her finger in for the cherry in his drink.

“Hey,” he said seeming annoyed as she plopped the maraschino in her mouth.

“You always give me the cherries that are in your drink.”

“What if I wanted that one,” he said acting sad.

“There are more at the bar.”

If they were alone right now, Gene would have taken the cherry back from her mouth...with his tongue.

His quick thought was interrupted by a loud thump followed by a rolling 8 ball that made Judy jump back.

“A little less force, Mick,” Kate called out.

“Golly, Mickey,” Judy said as she picked up the ball.

“Sorry, Judes.”

Judy handed him the ball as Bob Hope took a drag of his cigarette, “Cary will beat your little behind if you scratch his pool table, Rooney.”

Mick did a double take on the spot and licked his finger before rubbing it on the green baize making the small, white mark disappear.

“Speaking of Cary, I haven’t seen him.”

“He was out by the pool with Betsy Drake the last time I saw him,” Ann said before she leaned over and got into pose to hit her mark.

“Careful, Annie,” Kay said, “your tits are in the way.”

Ann gave Kay a smirk over her shoulder and when she turned forward again, she saw Mickey staring, “Do ya mind?”

“I beg your pardon,” he said smiling and walked out of view.

“Horndog,” Bob said.

Gene turned around to say something to Judy, but noticed she was no longer in the room, “Now, where the hell did she go?”

“Probably getting you more cherries,” Kay giggled.

“I swear, that girl is either a magician or some kind of chameleon.”

“Why are you so agitated?”

Gene didn’t answer, he just took another sip of his drink.

“Is this the first time you’re together again since her vacation,” her voice lowered.

He nodded and watched as Ann continued to hit the balls in the pockets, “Damn, Annie, I didn’t know you could play.”

“I’m a Texas-girl, Gene.”

“Aw, you two should be alone,” she continued.

“I didn’t know she’d be back already. I hopped in Lawford’s Limo and there she was. She didn’t even know I was in there until we got here.”

“Well, why don’t you go talk to her and catch up? She’s missed you.”

He smiled, “Terribly?”

“Terribly,” she breathed in exaggeration.

“Other than the cherry jar, happen to know where she went?  She never walked out the door.”

Kay nodded towards the patio door and he gulped the rest of his drink down handing her the glass, “Thanks.”

When Gene walked out onto the balcony, he made an impressed face at the beauty of the surroundings. The back part of the house he was at, he could see the entire San Fernando Valley all lit up in the night sky. Most of the cluster of lights down below were Universal and Warner Bros. studios he could make out clearly, even with the cloudy weather. As he kept walking, the veranda seemed to wrap around nearly the entire house accessorized by patio furniture & a grilling area. He could also see part of the pool area down below as well as he rounded the corner.

Looking up, he noticed Judy standing there, leaning against the railing, oblivious to his presence as she gazed at the skyline. As he got closer, she turned her head. He smiled, but she quickly nodded to look behind him. There, on the next story, was a sitting room, 90 degree walls made of glass where you could easily see people sitting there. He knew in an instant she was warning him to behave.

He stood shoulder-to-shoulder with her as they faced the view, "You are like a damn ninja, so sneaky."

"How do you mean?"

"You appear and then disappear. It's like my dream."

Judy turned more towards him curious, "What dream."

He turned towards her just the same, "I had a weird dream about you last night. Wanna hear it?"

"That depends," she giggled a bit nervous.

"Don't worry. This one isn't naughty."

"This one?"

"Mmm. It was so strange, actually. I remember being in bed and then I opened my eyes and I was in some house I didn't recognize. And then you appeared. You didn't say anything, you just made me follow you, like you were seducing me. It felt so real, I didn't realize I was dreaming."

"Then what happened," she asked as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

"You walked through a door. When I went in, I was in a dark, empty studio. You appeared, then disappeared, just like now." She looked at him with the same seductive eyes as in his dream and he continued, "What do you think it means?"

"Maybe you feel lost."

"Maybe I feel like you're drifting away."

"Maybe you're trying to find me."

His eyes sparkled, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips, "Maybe I want you."

Her eyes sparkled back, "Maybe it was just a dream."

Gene's smile turned wide in amusement as he leaned his elbows on the banister and she continued, "And I didn't mean to disappear. Cary just has the most beautiful view in all of Southern California, I think. I've only been up here a few times, but I always I always come out here when I visit."

"It is stunning, isn't it? But you said you have a great view, too."

"I do. I have a lovely view, but mines on the other side of the mountain and not as high up. It's mostly views of the hill. It's not open like this."

Down below, they noticed Cary and Betsy get up from the lounge chairs to walk in. When the host noticed them up above, he gave a smile and a wave. They both smiled and waved back. When pair were out of sight, Gene looked up at the glass-wall room and the two ladies that were in there, had vacated.

He tapped her hand before turning his palm upwards. Judy glanced down at it before nonchalantly looking around to make sure no one was watching.

She placed her hand into his, their fingers entwining and he spoke up in a lower voice, "I've missed you, sweetheart."

"I missed you, too, so much," she said placing he head against his shoulder.

For a moment, they were silent, just enjoying the view until Gene spoke up teasing her, "Not your type, huh?"

Judy laughed, lifting her head, "I had to act Blasé. What did you expect me to do?"

"Tell them how great of a kisser I am not just on screen but off screen as well," he said slowly moving his finger up her arm, creating goosebumps over her porcelain-like skin, "Tell them how much chemistry we have not only when we're acting..." he leaned into whisper in her ear, "but when we're fucking as well." He smiled when he saw her shiver, "Tell them how much I'm not your type when my head is between your legs."

Judy pulled her hand free from his and gave off a breathless giggle as she stepped away from him to create a little space, "See, you're going to get us into trouble," she pointed her finger at him, "Behave."

"Only if you promise to let me drive you home from the party."

"And, uh, darling how to you expect to do that when you didn't drive up here?"

Gene quickly remembered neither had a car, "Shit."

Suddenly his plan of them 'making up for lost time' tonight flew out the window. It's not like he could just ask Lawford to drop them off at a hotel or let them Christian the back seat.

Judy seemed to read his mind from the disappointment on his face, "We can call up Frank. I’m sure he’ll save us.”

“Out of town,” Gene murmured but then perked up, “Kay.”

Judy shook her head, “She drove up with Lucille.”

“And Lena drove up with us. Looks like we’re all out of options of the people that know about us baby cakes,” he saw the disappointment on her face as well which made him feel good that she clearly wanted to be alone with him as much as he with her, but he also didn’t want to waste a good time at the party so he lightened the mood, “We could always hop the fence and pop off behind a tree.”

“And give a chance for a rattlesnake to bite us in the ass,” she joked.

Gene chuckled and walked over to a nearby patio sofa where she followed.

“Cigarette?”

“No, thank you.”

“So, how was Carmel?”

“Oh, golly...”

“You enjoyed yourself?”

“All that time away from the studio, you must be joking. Of course, I did. I just rested and spent almost every waking moment with Liza. We went to the beach and I played a little golf and I ate. Gene, I ate like a horse.”

“Good for you,” he said eyeing her frame which he noticed was just a tiny bit more meaty, in a good way, especially her tits.

“I gained 8 pounds in 3 weeks. Because I’m so little, it’s gonna show on camera. Do you think I should lose it for this collaboration,” she asked curious referring to Words and Music.

“No,” he said almost disgusted, “And fuck em’ if they say something. You look better than ever.”

“Your sweet,” she said placing her palm on his cheek, “So, you’re done with Muskateers?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Less stress right now.”

“Much less stress, but only for a few weeks while I work on my scene for this picture. After that I start on Ballgame.”

“I’m so happy you finally got it going with Stan.”

“Me, too. But a little disappointed that we couldn’t get you as much as we both pushed for it.”

“I know but they want me for Berkley’s of Broadway with Fred,” she said shrugging her shoulders, “Did you get Charlie to direct?”

“No,” he said looking at her with raised eyebrows, “Buzz.”

Judy’s mouth opened wide in horror, “Oh, you’re kidding me.”

“It’s alright, baby. I can handle him more than you can.”

“I swear, if they ever put me in another picture with him in charge, it might be the death of me.”

“Then don’t let them,” he said taking a drag.

“Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done, Gene.”

They sat in comfortable silence, crickets and echoes of the party from inside, surrounding them.

“How are you and Vince?”

“He’s as sweet as can be. Patient,” she trailed off a moment and reached for his cigarette, “Boring.”

“So, the same?”

“The same,” she said exhaling up into the night air, “You?”

“The same. Though, I have to admit, Betsy and I have been fighting a lot more lately.”

“Why?”

“I was kind of taking my frustrations out on her. I would just be so damn irritable that anything she did ticked me off. I haven’t been spending a lot at home.”

“You shouldn’t take your frustrations from work home with you. If that were the case for me and Vince, especially since we’ve worked closely together, we probably would have split up before we even married,” she said as Gene’s friend, not lover.

“It wasn’t just frustration from work,” he said softly referring to their time apart, just not location-wise but intimately as well.

She looked up at him as he was staring at her intently. “We’re both to blame for that, Gene,” she said flicking ashes off the cigarette.

“You know, the more time apart we are, the more I want to toss our two-year ‘agreement’ down the drain.”

Judy nervously licked her red lips before taking another drag and pounding the cigarette out on the ashtray.

“Do you ever think about that night at the H.R.,” he asked, his voice getting husky.

Judy lifted her head, and gave a little smile, “Every day.”

Flashes of him yanking the ribbons on her corset as her hands were placed against the mirror went through their minds. His loud grunts as his hips smacked into hers, her hands grasping the hotel bed sheets, their laughter after they were both sated, their intimate talk in bed in bathrobes, her back arching as his mouth was her insatiable alarm clock also flashed through.

“C’mere,” he said motioning for her to lean into him.

Their lips met just barely when all of a sudden Gene flinched confusing her. She leaned back and he flinched again before looking up squinting one eye.

“What is it?”

“It’s raining, I think.”

One then hit Judy’s cheek and she giggled wiping it away, “I’d say so.”

“Judy, Gene...” Kay said from around the corner and whistled, “Cary wants everyone to do a toast.”

Judy patted Gene’s knee, “Rain check?”

“Funny,” he said getting up and they walked inside.

A little later, everyone was scattered in the living room as a Cole Porter tune was being played over the piano. Judy sat next to their pianist, as Gene stood at the other side of the piano, facing her.

Together they sang 'Night and Day' in a melodic and romantic tone.

Night and day, you are the one Only you beneath the moon Under the sun Whether near to me or far It's no matter, darling, where you are I think of you Night and day...

The pianist was concentrating on what his hands were doing, that he didn't even notice the way his singers were staring at one another. Judy and Gene seemed lost in each other as they sang, their eyes sparkling.

As Kay took a slow sip of her martini, she slyly glanced up at the crowd watching the pair. Judging by their relaxed expressions, mesmerized by the entertainment, no one seemed to notice the sensual chemistry radiating from the MGM pair.

As the song started to near the end, Judy broke away from Gene's stare, her eyes falling on their audience, and she smiled at Gene, darting her eyes to the side of him, non-vocally reminding him that they were being watched. He turned around and continued singing. Judy's eyes remained on the back of him, looking completely in awe, but a bit sad. His comment about tossing their '2 year agreement' down the drain was fresh in her mind. At the Roosevelt hotel that one evening, they had admitted they were in-love, but neither was ready to leave their families...yet. If, in two years, they were still unhappy in their marriages, he had said, then they would leave and finally be together. Gene was more unhappy in his marriage than ever, she knew, and she also knew he was serious about that comment. If he did leave his wife, would he expect her to leave Vince? As much as Judy was in-love with Gene, and missed him greatly, she was not ready to do that.

Her thoughts drifted away as she noticed he was currently putting his all into the song. All eyes seemed to be upon him, not only his beautiful tone, but confidence. She felt tears spring to her eyes feeling so very proud of him, how far he came, that she gradually let her singing drift away so he could shine. When the pianist hit the last key as Gene's singing faded, everyone applauded enthusiastically. Gene smiled, nodding 'thank you' before turning around. He took Judy's hand and kissed it. She gave Gene a wink in return.

For a few minutes, Gene conversed with friends as Judy conversed on the other side of the room with others. By this point, there were only about twelve remaining at the party so things were a little more quiet, and a lot more casual and intimate.

"What is that," Peter asked as he shushed some in his group.

"What is what," Lucy asked.

"Listen."

Sounds of hard dings one right after the other, above their heads, were heard. Then in a second, a blanket like a loud crash on the ceiling shushed the entire room. Cary walked over to the patio and ripped open the curtains revealing a torrential downpour over Los Angeles including small hail. Rain, ok, downpour and thunderstorm, rare, hail...no one there had seen in Southern California before.

"Holy camoli," June said walking over to him.

"Oh, fuck, my car," Powell said and quickly left.

"What are you doing," June called out to her husband.

"It's only light hail," Cary said opening the patio door to pick one up.

Lena shook her head as she placed a hand on her hip, "Have you ever seen this before?"

"Not in Los Angeles," Gene replied.

"And we might not ever see it again," Peter said reaching down to take off his shoes.

"What are you doing," his date squeaked.

"I'm not giving up the chance to experience this like mother nature intended," he said as he stripped down to his skivvies as everyone laughed.

There was an uproar of hilarity as he ran out onto the deck and practically danced in the rain. After he tried to persuade his date to join him, and she wouldn't, he started on Lucy and Lena and June who enjoyed the scene but also refused.

When it was Judy's turn, she looked at Kay and Gene over her shoulder, "Think I'll melt?"

She went to walk but Kay quickly grabbed her arm, "What are you doing?"

"Having fun," Judy emphasized, "Everyone thinks I'm crazy, might as well act the part!"

As Judy ran past Cary, and straight into the rain, Kay was so shocked, she took a few steps with her mouth open wide, as if to stop her, but she was already in Peter's arms laughing and getting drenched.

"Jesus," Gene replied before he placed his hands over his face and chuckled.

"Judy, you're insane," Lucy yelled.

"She must be toasted," June replied laughing.

Her wanting to have fun, and make fun of herself, was typical Judy, but her behavior right now out in the storm like that, acting as lunatic as drunk Peter, made him realize June's comment probably rang true. She must have had too much to drink.

After a few minutes of laughter where their belly's hurt, the rain died down and Peter and Judy finally bounced their way back inside. Lucy handed the both a towel and Gene pulled a giggling Judy aside. As he did so, she stumbled just a tad.

"You didn't melt."

"That's because I'm a Black Irish Witch, not the Wicked Witch of the West. Woo, you know, even after being out there, I feel so hot," she said fanning herself.

"All I saw you drink tonight was some wine. What else did you have?"

"I had some drink that the boys gave me."

"What drink?"

"Uh, it was green. They called it some type of fairy."

Gene looked at her like he didn't hear her right, "Absinthe?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Which ‘boys’ gave you that?"

"Why?"

"Because it has psychoactive side-effects to it. It's higher proof than whiskey. I won't even drink that shit, and neither should you."

"Well, I'm not having any hallucinogens, Gene. I knew exactly what I was doing out there."

"It was Mickey before he left, wasn't it?"

"No, it wasn't. And I'm not telling you."

"Why?"

"Because you're too protective and you'll have something to say and no one wants to hear what you have to say right now," she teased leaning her chin up at him with a silly grin like a child.

"Not even you," he said wanting to reach down and kiss those lips.

"Nope."

"How about now," he said back, his voice getting lower.

Judy's chest heaved, her smile disappearing, when she felt those certain butterflies invade her torso.

Then it went dark.

"Oh, what the hell," Cary shouted as the entire house went dark including the houses on the hills in the distance.

"What happened," they all heard Powell call out as the front door shut.

"Power's out," Peter replied.

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Oh, I'm stepping on wires or something," June's voice was heard, "Oh, what was that?"

"That's me," Lucy giggled.

"Everyone take a hand next to you and follow me into the kitchen. I have a storage of flashlights and some lanterns," Cary said.

"Oh, fun, like a human train," Lena said.

"I'll be in the den. I'm not giving any of you a chance to knock me over," her footsteps disappeared into the next room as the others footsteps disappeared down the hall.

Gene couldn't see shit, but judging by the stillness and silence, he felt he was alone. But wanted to make sure. He swung his arms around gently, to see if he could feel anything that resembled Judy Garland, but just got air in return. He was going to follow into the kitchen, when he heard a few notes play on the piano.

"Whose that," he asked walking over cautiously.

The piano slowly played the bells are ringing...

Gene instantly smiled, "So, that's how you announce yourself now."

"Only to you," she spoke.

"What are you doing over here?"

"Getting out of everyone's way."

"Not everyone," he whispered as he finally caught her.

Placing his hand on her hips, he turned her around, and pressed her body up against his, holding her tight as he felt her breath near his neck. Her fingers then touched his lips gently.

"Oh, there you are," she breathed before he bent his head and she could feel his breath against her lips.

"Here I am," he said before his lips captured hers.

Their lips smacking and sucking sounded awfully loud in the abandoned, dark room but neither cared as they finally kissed again after what seemed like an eternity. When her arms wrapped tight around his neck, Gene plunged his tongue into her mouth, her lips already parted for him. When her hand slightly grasped the back of his head as she took control, sliding her tongue into his mouth now, he felt arousal shoot down to his groin. It made him slightly groan, just a vibration enough for her to hear. He took a hold of one side of her backside as he took a step to push his body into her against the piano. But, she lost a bit of footing and completely sat on the keys in full force that the sound rattled the entire living room as deep as a thunderbolt.

"Who's fucking up my piano," they heard Cary say followed by another footstep behind him.

Then, the flashlight went on revealing Judy and Gene standing shoulder to shoulder looking like frightened deer in headlights.

“What happened,” Rich asked.

“I bumped into her and she fell on the piano keys,” Gene said squinting and held his hand up, “Get that fucking light off me, Grant.”

Carey lowered his flashlight and handed Gene of the small, electric lanterns, “Here, go give this to Kay before she knocks over one of my Tiffany lamps in there.”

Gene gave Judy a look before walking into the next room.

“Do you have any more lanterns?”

“Lena’s turning them on in the kitchen. Go grab yourself one, baby doll,” Cary answered.

“’ll be right back,” Judy giggled as she passed Cary & Richie.

Gene returned back in the living room a few minutes later, after talking to Kay once Lucy joined, and it was pitch black again.

“Anyone here,” he asked hoping Judy still was.

When there was no answer, he made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t speak, but he noticed everyone was now sitting down chatting and had also lit some candles. But Judy wasn’t there.

After making his way around the obvious places with his own flashlight, he started up the stairs. It was still pitch black.

Suddenly, a door next to him opened startling him. He pointed his flashlight and Maggie walked out of the bathroom giving him a friendly smile before heading back downstairs. So, Judy wasn’t in the bathroom, where he assumed she would be.

Where the hell was she?

He held his flashlight down, and was about turn to walk back downstairs, when he saw a faint light coming from the corner room. He carefully walked in what was the master bedroom and the orange hued light was brighter coming from the master bathroom.

Bingo, he thought, and turned his flashlight off as she came into view. The lantern was lit, resting on the large counter, and she was trying to fix her damp hair as much as she could.

“Disappearing again, I see.”

She didn’t say anything, but in the shadow of the lantern on the side of her face, he saw a little smile appear. It was simple, but had a major aphrodisiac effect on him. Without another word, he walked in and shut the door behind him.

Judy stopped fiddling with her hair when she heard him turn the lock.

“Are you sure you don’t want to drive back with me,” Lucy asked Kay as she walked her to her car with a flashlight.

“No, thanks. Lena said she was going to hitch a ride with Vivie and Nick in a few minutes so I’ll just catch a ride back in the Lawford-mobile with Judy and the gang.”

“Speaking of Judy, I wonder where she went. I would have loved to say bye to her.”

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll tell her for you. Say hi to Desi for us, will ya?”

“You bet. Bye honey,” Lucy said as she got into her car.

Kay waved as Lucy backed down the driveway and didn’t turn until she got back on Mullholland safely.

“I bet I know where Judy went,” Lena said leaning in the doorway.

Kay nodded, “They’re both taking advantage of the blackout by necking like a couple of teenagers is my guess.”

“Good for them. If they enjoy being together that much, than have at it I say.”

The lantern lit up the bathroom with a sensual glow, reflecting back through the large, bathroom mirror as Judy whimpered sensually.

She let go of the back of Gene’s head to grasp the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white, her back arched. She moaned louder as Gene’s mouth became more demanding between her legs. She felt a rush of moisture cascaded her lower being and her body felt heavenly.

“Oh, gosh,” she whispered as another burst of pre-climax tingled, over-stimulating her.

Gene took that cue to stop and he let her go with a loud sucking motion before standing up to undo his pants. His erection was strained, pressing against his shorts, he hadn’t felt that hard and ready since their last encounter; not even the times he had jerked off thinking about her during their mini-separation.  

Judy took it upon herself to yank down his shorts and started caressing him the way she knew he liked as their lips skimmed on another. He softly groaned from pleasure and torture. He wanted to stop her, he wanted to plunge himself into her warm, slick, pulsating center but Judy loved to please him as much as he loved to please her. So, he let her take control. He trusted her not to let him come before he was inside of her.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed against his lips.

“I’ve missed you, baby, you feel so good,” he breathed back before capturing her mouth with another hot, open kiss.

Cary stood up from the table and grabbed a lantern, “I’m gonna try the braker again.”

“Has anyone seen Gene? He’s usually so good at fixing things,” June commented.

“I haven’t seen Kay or Lena since Lucy left, haven’t seen Judy or Gene, neither,” Peter replied getting up to assist Cary downstairs.

“Yes, what are they doing,” Cary’s girlfriend Betsy said with a casual curiosity.

Over and over, in a timeless rhythm, Gene hit the right spot with each thrust. And she held onto him tightly, her finger tips digging into his lower back to feel his movements and bring him closer.

They were both passionately, and emotionally, reveling in the feeling of being together again. They both also kept the sounds of their lovemaking to a minimum for the fear of getting caught. And it was a challenge as the rise of their impending orgasms made them both want to respond to each other vocally on how they were feeling. Fortunately, after being together since their first picture, they were very familiar with each other’s bodies and body language, so a repeated vocal response of their fuck was not necessarily needed.

Gene felt her slide her back a bit lower against the mirror for a better angle as he realized she was close. He grabbed her hips, accommodating her, and continued his thrusts, now becoming a little faster for her release as he tried to hold out.

She couldn’t hold back her cry of erotic desperation as her climax was near the edge making her toes curl and her body tense up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and grabbed on as she rode the wave. When her orgasm burst throughout her being, Judy leaned her head back, the side of her face visible from the lantern, scrunched up as her red lips parted. A cry that she purposefully bit back escaped from her chest, filtered out from her teeth biting her bottom lip.

Gene was relieved as he thrust into her harder, feeling himself start to expand. Hearing his intense breaths start to skip, Judy leaned her head back up and grabbed the sides of his face, their noses touching as he let go.

His hand fell flat up against the mirror beside her head as his orgasm shot out inside of her. It was overwhelming, intense and seemed to keep going as he continued to thrust and softly groan over and over. When both their bodies stilled, Gene breathed heavily, almost shaking, as he leaned his head down. Judy just kissed his forehead.

Then the lights went on.

Gene lifted his head and smiled, “There you are,” he said from their earlier encounter.

“Here I am,” she whispered back and kissed him softly.

MGM was bustling and busy as a bee as Judy walked down the lot towards the small parking lot outside the south entrance. The day was so beautiful, the sun was bright and the sky was bright blue, no one would have expected that it had been storming the past few days.

When she got closer to her car, she noticed Gene leaning against the hood, his back to her, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi,” she said with a bit of surprise.

“Oh, hey,” he replied turning around and stomped out his cigarette.

“I thought you were off for a few days.”

“Had to drop off some notes to Stan. Saw your car was still here,” he reached over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “How did it go?”

She had just finished her recording for Words and Music with Mickey and was actually quite proud at how easy things went, “It was good. We got it done. Went smoothly. Vince even brought Liza by to watch. Mickey played with her, it was all very relaxed.”

“Oh, how swell. Are you leaving the studio now?”

“Mm hm. It’s such a nice day. I was thinking of having a picnic with Liza in the backyard since I’m getting out earlier than I thought.”

“I’m sure she’ll love it. But, before you go, I have to talk to you,” he said, his voice becoming a bit serious, it made her a little nervous as he urged her to get in the car. She did and watched as he got in the passenger side.

“I’m taking residency at the Beverly Hills Hotel.”

“What do you mean you’re taking residency,” she asked her face completely confused.

“You know how unhappy my marriage has been lately...well, for a while now,” he said and Judy nodded becoming anxious, “Betsy and I talked last night and we decided to separate for...”

“Oh, Gene, are you really sure you want to do that,” she interrupted with almost an exasperation.

Gene looked at Judy in disbelief by her quick response before he even finished talking, “Am I really sure I want to do what?”

“Separate from your family. It’s just...” she looked down fiddling with her fingers, “I’m not ready to do the same.”

Gene turned to her more in his seat, a little irritated, “I’m not asking you to.”

“You’re not?���

Her response was so shocked and genuine that it made him angry. He turned forwards and pressed his palms into his knees shaking his head.

“Why are you getting upset?”

“Do you really believe that whatever I do with my personal life, I expect you to do the same?”

The hurt expression on his face cause Judy to practically sink into her seat, “Well, after what you said the other night about our ‘agreement’ I...”

“Oh, fuck the agreement,” she looked at him with wide eyes, “If you would have let me finish talking then you would have heard that my separation is only going to be for a few weeks.”

“A few weeks?”

“A break. We decided to start there and see what happens. And if we need more time or...anything else...then we’ll cross that bridge when it gets to it.”

Judy tried not to show relief on her face but he could see it in her eyes and he laughed from ridiculousness, “Why are you automatically jumping to conclusions?”

“Because you said you wanted to throw our agreement down the drain since you are so unhappy with Betsy. I assumed that meant you wanted to divorce her and that would mean I would do the same.”

“Assumptions can get you into trouble,” he replied almost amused but sounded like some strict teacher.

“I know that now,” she said irritated, her elbow leaning on the window frame, her temple leaning against her hand. She was candidly embarrassed.

“Honey, I wanted to talk to you because with me staying at the hotel for a few weeks, that would mean I would be more accessible to you, to spend more time together since that’s what we both want. I never expect you to do anything just because I do it. Your decisions about your family are yours and Vince’s only. When you get to that own bridge of yours, I’ll be on the other side of it. But I’ll never be in the middle.”

“You said ‘when’, not ‘if’. How are you so sure of yourself?”

“I don’t know,” he said his voice softening. “It just came out that way. But one thing I know for sure is that we belong together, sweetheart, in one way or another.”

Judy slightly smiled as she thought the same.

“Listen, I’m never going to ask to take time away from your husband, or you daughter, but when you do have free time, you know where I’ll be.”

He reached over and gave her a cheerful peck on the lips before getting out of the car. Judy watched him in her rearview mirror as he started to walk away.

Knowing she was watching him, Gene turned around and smiled once more.

#judy garland #gene kelly #jugenea #fan fiction #jg fans

[rahleeyah]

Birthday anon here because I love our anon chats:

- I agree on the twisted relationship with nudity the US has and also with natural parts of the body. I’ll give you an example: of course we adopt some of your trends (especially in clothing - some of them though because Italy is a very conservative country mostly on three things: food, clothing and religion in the specific sense of religious rites) but one that has never, ever stuck is (maybe surprisingly for you) whitening teeth. We do have frequent dentist appointments for cleaning and whitening them, but not in the way y’all do. Like for us (Europeans in general but I think in other parts of the world) US smiles look fake and unnatural. If you see somebody here with that kind of white teeth it’s not an indication of wealth, but teeth as shiny and white would be considered super weird. The standard here is natural white. And this is true of other parts of the body too: like I won’t say we do show on tv/movies what you described but (and you should see 70’-80’s movies in which women were fully naked) for a long time the ideal woman here was the Mediterranean woman (think Sophia Loren - also a good actress, or more recently, Monica Bellucci - terrible actress ffs), who had a much more curvier and fuller body type than what was the norm then/is now.

- you would consider me and most Italians very rude. We don’t do small talk. At all. Like if somebody I don’t know talks to me when I’m queuing, better be for a damn good reason. Also, overly nice people, especially servers (I mean I know they do it for the tip but still) in the Us commit one of the most heinous crimes for an Italian: interrupt them when they are enjoying their dinner with friends (“if I need you I’ll let you know, I’ll tip more if you don’t interrupt me - every Italian ever in a Us restaurant)

- totally agree on the Elliot not watching the news thing. I mean, I even had a tv in my apartment when I attended uni last time and I successfully watched probably one news program in three months, I don’t read papers and get my news online so I even if the twins were in college, it would not be a reach at all. Also, as you pointed out, if it was not even national news in the US, it would be super unlikely for it to be picked up by international broadcasters, only really big local news make headlines outside the US.

Kisses from Venice xxx

ok hello hi i'm sorry you've been waiting so long i'm hereeee

it's interesting bc what's fashionable, what's culturally sexy, changes over time, and you can chart those changes in media and the way people are represented. and the whole damn thing is a cycle, anyway; 90s grunge was an answer to 80s glitz, early 2000s aesthetic was an answer to grunge. we went from a million layered tanktops and bootcut jeans to skinny jeans and simpler tops, now the kids hate skinny jeans and side parts. it's like whatever is in fashion will, inevitably, become cringe, and the opposite will become fashion, until it too gets toppled, and around and around we go. and i just think we're gonna see that more broadly; there has been a long, long, long battle to see our media embrace different body types, and i think eventually, inevitably, that shift will make more headway. but it is interesting to get a perspective on how american "fashion" looks from the outside.

the tipping thing is so interesting. so i'm from the south, right, and everybody loves to talk about how things "move slower" down here. it's polite, and expected, that you make small talk with people; i was just chatting with the guy who sold me cigarettes and a cup of coffee this morning, you know good morning, how are ya, not bad for a Tuesday, weather's supposed to be nice, oh the damn chip reader is messed up again, these things have a mind of their own, all right you have a nice day now. the girl in line behind me told me she liked my mask. we chit-chat with the waiter at restaurants, and the waiters are attentive and a tip is expected. my mama taught me it was rude to wave at the waiter to get their attention - and you certainly wouldn't like. call out to them. if you could discreetly get their attention that was ok, as long as it could be done discreetly - i was out to lunch with my work wife and the boy child the other weekend, and I caught the waiter's eye to let him know i wanted another beer, but i didn't like. hey you at him. if he hadn't seen me I'd have just waited around until he came to check on us again.

so i was in london a few years back with a friend of mine, and we had a blast, and we knew going in a) don't tip and b) the waiter's not gonna be checking in on you every five seconds, but it still took us forever to ask for the check in literally every restaurant we went to bc we kept like. waiting for a good moment to discreetly get the waiter's attention instead of just flagging them down. bc our mamas taught us the same thing lmao

and that's the thing, right? is there is no universal polite. well, i mean, most of the time you probably shouldn't swear at your server, and you shouldn't like, hit 'em or anything, but it's all about context. the barista at my local starbucks expects me to ask her how she's doing, a barista in NYC probably doesn't wanna hear from me. and that's great! that's cool! it's one of those things that like, if we cling to firmly to "my idea of what's polite is the Right one" we're gonna end up alienating people, bc the truth is what's polite just varies. we gotta read the room lmao

#anonymous

[redhawtriot]

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Sooo... I think It’s the size of my tag list that was fucking this chapter up so much! Every time I have more than my previous chapter had, this chapter deletes itself from my page/drafts! I’ve contacted Tumblr about it, but don’t cross ur finger’s on that one lol. I am sorry if you weren't able to make the list!

(If you beta read for me you could read the chapters up to an entire day ahead of every else tho! If ur interested in that, just inbox me!)

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Month 1, Month 2 , Month 3,

--Month 4--

‘SLAM!’

The front door crashed shut like ammunition through cannon fire. The sharp bang clapped and echoed throughout the small, otherwise quiet living space, and soon, three roommates filed out of their respective rooms. One by one, they inched out to get a glimpse of the oncoming storm: Hurricane Katsuki.

Denki warily removed his gaming headpiece as Bakugou whipped past his bedroom door, “Oh hey, Bakugou! You sure disappeared outta nowhere. We coulda used the backup in squads! Where’d ya go, man!?” 

The others listened carefully for the explosive blond’s answer, but got nothing short of an insult in return,

“None of your business, you damn idiots. GO DIE ALREADY!” and with that, Hurricane Katsuki simply slammed the door shut-- somehow even louder than before.

Kaminari, who had gotten the brunt of the explosion, was left wide eyed,

“Woah…”

Sero gave a low whistle as he shook his head at Bakugou’s shut door, “Looks like a wild Teenage Bakugou has entered the chat.”

Denki gave an abrupt, slightly uncomfortable chuckle at the remark, but soon gulped, giving his roommates a concerned gaze, “So… should we…” he trailed off.

Kirishima fervently nodded, stepping fully out into the hallway, “I’ll go check on him, guys.” He flexed before making his way to Bakugou’s room—a nervous habit he had picked up somewhere along the line to reassure himself before he dived headfirst into rough situations.

He looked back to his other two roommates one last time and threw a pleading glance as if to say “Wish me all of the luck” before giving a few slight knocks to the rage-secreting room, “Bakugou,” he called out, “You okay, buddy? I know that there is something up. There’s no point in hiding it…we can talk?”

No answer.

Kirishima gave a long sigh, “Well, when you finally want to talk about it, you know where to find me...” 

The other roommates sighed as well before both retreating to their rooms and shutting their doors. Kiri turned to make his way back to his room as well, but only made it a few feet before Bakugou’s door sharply yanked open a few inches.

“Where are those other idiots?” Bakugou’s eyes were redder than their usual vermilion as he glared out from the cracked doorway. Kirishima gave a thick blink in surprise. Had he… had he been crying?

“They back in their rooms?” Bakugou said very lowly. His voice had an extra hint of raspiness weighing it down, Kirishima noticed.

“Y-Yeah.” Eijirou quickly replied, startled by the unseemly sight of his best friend, “They’re prolly back on the game by now.” Bakugou did not say another word as he threw his door open a few more inches and marched deeper into his room to stiffly throw himself on the edge of his bed. Kirishima cautiously followed him-- this was as good of an invitation as any in ‘Bakugou language.’

Bakugou sat, glaring seriously at the floor in front of him, as if it offended him, and his leg bounced nervously. The red head uncomfortably cleared his throat. ‘Holy shit, what the hell is going on…?’  Kirishima had never seen him do that before, “You.. uh.. you wanna talk about it, buddy?”

No answer.

Kirishima waited a few beats before releasing another sigh and shutting the door behind him so that he could make his way to the bed. He sat down next to his best friend and simply sat deep in the silence with him. The two waited for what seemed like hours before someone finally spoke up,

“I got a girl pregnant,” Bakugou said very flatly, still glaring at the floor and bouncing his leg.

Kirshima had to stifle the choke that erupted out of his throat as his own saliva sneaked into his larynx, “Ack! Achkaka!” His natural bodily functions were completely forgotten as his brain tried to compute the sudden and drastic information that was just thrown at him.

Bakugou?? Pregnant? He never thought he would hear the words in the same room, let alone the same sentence! The guy hardly ever did anything but work, work out and come home to play video games. He didn’t converse with people. He didn’t get girls pregnant. Girls didn’t even look at him!

In his coughing fit, Kirishima’s speech was also forgone, “I-I- uh.. man that.. wow I…” he tripped and tumbled over his words. He was dreaming. He had to be. Well, either that or he had wandered into some strange episode of the Twilight Zone or something.

Bakugou’s glare at the floor intensified, “I thought she might not be so bad… but I didn’t want to be with her like this,��� Kirishima’s eyes widened at the underlying tone of hurt buried under his friend's words, and then they widened even further once he realized what he just said.

Had Bakugou fallen for someone for the first time?? And then his eyes widened the furthest as things finally began to click within his confused mind.

He sucked into a sharp gasp, “You mean that model!?”

Bakugou simply scoffed, finally relieving his glare form the ground and focusing his hot gaze on Kirishima, “Yeah, turns out she’s actually a fucking bitch.”

Kirishima’s jaw dropped, “BAKUGOU! That’s the mother of your child! You shouldn’t—”

“She didn’t remember the night at all. I was just another fuck toy for her,”  Bakugou stood up and clenched his fists over and over again as if they itched to be slammed against something—tears welling up in his red-hot eyes, “Now tell me if the roles were reversed, how shitty it’d be then, huh?” Kirishima immediately shut his mouth from speaking up anymore as he allowed his friend to release his feelings. It wasn’t often that Bakugou built up enough to let things out this way.

Bakugou scoffed again as he began pacing the room, but Kirishima swore that it had the hint of a cry layered within it somewhere, “they might not even be mine since she likes that ‘fuck toy shit’ so much. That night meant nothing to her…” he threw his arm against the wall, effectively tearing a hole into it

Kirishima jumped a bit from the action as his mind briefly wandered to the security deposit on their lease. He pushed these thoughts away as Bakugou stiffly returned to the bed, his leg bouncing even more fervently than before.

Kirishima simply watched for a moment to allow his friend to simmer down before he spoke up very softly, “But you think it is yours though…”

Bakugou’s eyes snapped up to Kirishima’s, whose eyebrows were furrowed deeply into each other as he stared back.

In all his years of knowing Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have never described his best friend with anything even resembling ‘gullible.’ His gut feeling and instinct were as sharp as ever and hardly ever wrong,

“Must be for a reason then…” he tried to look past the tears that filled up within his best friends eyes but they still left his heart feeling a little heavier than usual,  “If you think it’s yours then I’ll have your back no matter what buddy. You’re not alone in this.”

“They.”

“What…” Kirishima eyebrows folded toward the center of his expression.

“She’s having fucking twins.”

“Holy Sh…” Kirishima quickly swallowed his words as he took in the forlorn expression plastered onto his friend’s face. There was no room for him to be shocked right now. He had to be Bakuous ‘rock’ so to speak, “I-I mean congratulations!”

Meanwhile you found yourself studying the woman in the reflection of your mirror. Your eyes trailed every detail of her swollen, red eyes. Then to her hair that was fuller than you had remembered—the beauty of bottled color maybe? You danced over the way that loose strands stuck to the slimy mess of tears and mucosa that had accumulated on your cheeks.

Nasty.

A sharp chuckle came out of you, spittle following not too shortly after, but as it reached your ears it resembled more of a cry.

Okay, that’s enough self loathing for one lifetime.

And with that, you moved away from the mirror; however, as you did so, your sight basically smacked the open cabinet of liquor bottles that you were eyeing earlier.

Okay…. Maybe not quite enough self loathing. Your mouth began watering at the delectable sight. It was a desert after a delicious four course meal.  There was always room for more…

With a shake of your head, you brought your hand up to smack these thoughts out of your mind. What was wrong with you? You had been a lot of things in life, but were you really so low to bring yourself to effectively murdering your own children?

That’s what would happen if you drank, right?

You loudly groaned as more tears slipped from your eyes. You really didn’t know shit when it came to this pregnancy thing.

Your mind briefly wondered to Baby Notes Vol 1. You should probably take the time to actually read through it a little. Skimming it wouldn’t kill you.

Physically.

The sudden pounding at your door snapped you almost immediately out of your thoughts.

“Y/N?? Y/N, it’s me!”

With a final pathetic sigh you found yourself gathering up all the alcohol from the cabinets that you could into your arms and placing them in the bathtub before jotting over to the door.

As soon as you opened it Deku barged in and gripped you softly,  “I came as soon as you called! What’s up, what's wrong?! Are you okay??” His eyes frantically danced around your wet eyes and red sockets before he allowed them to roam all over you, checking for injury.

He wouldn’t ever think that Kacchan was the type of guy to put his hands on you, especially with how much he’s grown since high school, but the nagging voice in the back of Izuku’s mind fervently reminded him of all of the bruises and burns and numberless emotional scars he accumulated with he was quirkless from his childhood friend.

And here was a woman he deeply cared about-- quirkless—having to spend time alone with said childhood friend.

“What’s wrong??” Izuku found himself repeating as his hands mindlessly wiped the fluid from your cheeks. As soon as he committed the action, however, his face ran completely red and he quickly released you from his grip, so that he could get a grip of himself.

You didn’t notice his slip up, and if you did you sure as hell didn’t care at the moment. There were more pressing matters at hand. Two to be exact, “Twins,” you simply said to him as tears began flowing down your cheeks more furiously.

“Huh? Oh… Oh.” Izuku’s eyes went wide as your words sunk in. As soon as he threw you an obviously apologetic glance you threw yourself into his chest and sobbed throwing him a bit off guard as he barely caught you in his arms.

Izuku’s eyes nervously roamed around your home as if he were searching for the right thing to say to you, but as he made contact with an open pantry in your kitchen, his jaw dropped-- your alcohol pantry.

It was far less full than it had been the last time that he visited, “Y/N… What’s with the… have you been drinking?” he pulled you away from his chest and looked seriously into your eyes.

The sight honestly kind of scared you a little—like a 15-year-old being caught with their first beer-- that is, until you remembered that you were innocent as fuck, “No,” you gave a slight chuckle through your tears at the sudden surge of intimidation, “I need your help getting rid of it.”

You walked away from Izuku for a moment, leaving him confused and a bit wary of where this was going, until you returned with a hammer—leaving him even more concerned,

You were aiming for bad ass Harley Quinn vibes, but you were sure that with a dried trail of tears on your cheeks and the force smile splitting your face you came across like more of a psycho ass Harley Quinn. Furthermore, the look on Deku’s face screamed that you were correct (also it screamed ‘GET THIS GIRL IN A STRAIGHT JACKET!’).

“What are you gonna do with THAT?” Izuku squealed.

“I need to get my favorite bottles out of the house. Stat. and you're gonna help me.” At your words, Deku gave a gigantic sigh of relief, but still kept his eyes glued on the hammer in your hands. You noticed and shrugged a bit, “Smashing things is also really cathartic. I am sure you of all people can agree with that.”

“Heh… Yeah. But are you sure this is okay? I mean, I don't want to raise your blood pressure or anything because--”

“Deku. Less talk, more smash,” you threw a towel in your tub to make clean up a little easier, and so you didn't knock a chunk of tile on your bathtub. You gave Deku one last glance. He was still looking very uncertain, but you threw him a short smile before bringing the hammer down onto a bottle of tequila. The bottle instantly shattered, sending bits of glass throughout your tub. You looked up to give Deku an excited glance, and surprisingly, he returned one right back.

“See? Not so bad!” 

But you spoke too soon as the scent kicked you in the fucking nose. It was too far to turn back now. You choked down your nausea and handed Deku the Hammer, “You go ahead and get started. I’ll go get another weapon-- I mean… tool,” you corrected yourself after he sent you a terrified stare.

As you made your way back to the after grabbing your second weapon-- I mean tool a sudden thought crossed your mind. Without hesitation, you pulled your phone out and dialed in,

“Hello?”

“Yes. How may I help you today?” Dr. Yamakawa sounded from the other line.

“It’s Y/N…Y/N L/N…” you trailed off, hoping that you wouldn't have to say the ‘p word’ or anything relating to it.

His old ass better take the hint. To your dismay, his old ass did not take the hint, and a long pause of awkward silence filled the air.

You pursed your lips together in annoyance, “Mama Bakugou,” you clarified through gritted teeth, still dancing around the fact that you were a maternity patient of his.

“Ohhhhh!” He exclaimed, causing your face to fall into an expression of disappointment as he continued, “What can I do for you, Mama Bakugou?!”

This mf. You internally ground and fought the urge to facepalm, “Well. I need you to write a doctors note for me.”

“For…?”

“Work?”

“For your pregnancy? Dear, why don’t you just take maternity leave for that?”

“No.” In the moment you shook your head even knowing that he couldn't see you,  “I need a few weeks more before I can tell my job about this… situation. I’m a model. They own me through a contract and I didn't exactly add two roommates to the lease on my body...”

There was a pause on the other line, causing your heart to lurch a bit, but things soon went back to normal when he finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do. I’ll email you something.”

You gave one final thanks (and an internal ‘yessss’) before making your way back to the bathroom, “Hey Deku, sorry it took me so long I was just--” you froze at the sight in front of you. The shirt that Izuku wore was completely drenched in liquid and your tub had a gigantic hole on the side.

Your lips fumbled over themselves as you gawked at the spectacle. Deku could only send you a nervous laugh,

“Uh, hahaaa… Can we be done now? This… this burns,” he rapidly blinked the liquid from his eyes as he glances back down to the lot of broken bottles in your tub before throwing your one more pleading glance.

You choked down a laugh, causing it to flee from you in the form of a snort, “Someone had some pent up aggression, huh?”

In response, his face delved into a deep shade of red, “I.. uh..” he had no idea how to answer you when you looked at him like that-- your lips curved into a stunning smirk of a smile. Izuku promptly cleared his throat, “C-can I take a shower?”

“Obviously not that one-- you're totally fixing that by the way Mr. Big Shot Hero,” with a laugh you swiftly made your way to him and carefully grabbed the hammer from his grasp, looking up to see his face dive even deeper into crismon. You flashed a smile at the display. He really was adorable as hell.

You took in his face bit by bit-- his soft, blushed skin, his freckles cheeks, his round eyes. As you digested his expression you swore you could see an entire forest within his stare. Suddenly your heart pinged.

“Uh, Y/N,” Izuku interrupted your thoughts, causing your heart to throb for a different reason as you suddenly realized the proximity of the two of you. You stepped back so fast that your head spun. At least, you hoped that was why your head was spinning,

“You can use my shower.” you said very abruptly as you turned away from him,gesturing him to follow you to your bedroom.

Your bedroom. Your hear throbbed once more. Deep down, you hoped that you were about to have a heart attack or something; however, something  within you told you that that probably was not the case. You swallowed hard.

What the fuck was happening?

‘KNOCK kNOCK KNOCK’

The next morning you found yourself stirring awake to a loud succession of banging. Your eyes fluttered open for a moment only before they snapped back shut. The magnet drawing them together and you closer to sleep was much stronger than whatever noise was trying to wake you up, “Mhmfmfm…” you muttered as you rolled over on the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

Izuku, however, was not one to ignore such an obvious noise and he found himself trudging off of the other sofa he slept on to answer whoever was banging on the door.

‘KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!’

“Coming!” the green haired man tiredly called out as he launched himself toward the front door and swung it open.

The astounded face on the other side of the entrance soon mirrored his own.

“Kacchan!��� Izuku exclaimed.

Bakugou’s shocked expression very quickly contorted into one of pure rage, “What the hell is going on here?!” He screamed causing you to jolt awake as you threw the blanket over your head. You found yourself fumbling up as Bakugou continued to scream pointed to Deku, “The fuck is he here for??”

You made your way over to the two men- one seemingly terrified, and the other obviously enraged. As your head began lifting from the daze of sleep, you crossed your arms and glared at Bakugou, “He spent the night helping me with something,” you shook your head, trying to free yourself from the oncoming headache, “Hey, better question: why are you here?”

Bakugou seemed to swallow his own tongue as his jaw clenched shut, “I wanted to… uh…” he glared at the ground as he tried to find his next words. Shit. why was this so fucking hard? He should have never listened to that Shitty Hair and come over here. Bakugou scoffed to himself before redirecting his stern gaze back toward you, “Come with me.”

You could only blink.

What kind of caveman talk…You tilted your head as you fleetingly threw a confused glance toward Deku, who only shrugged in response.

Bakugou quickly grew tired of yours and Dekus silent conversation, “You wanna hang out or not??” he growled before throwing another heated finger toward Deku,  “And he can’t come.”

“I was just heading out anyways. It’s no big deal really!” Izuku defensively threw his hands up as if to show Bakugou that he was no threat at all. He went to gather a few of his belongings from the sofa he slept on before throwing Bakugou one more gaze-- this one a lot more astute.

A majority of Midoriya’s mind told him that there was nothing to worry about at all, but there was still a small section of him that couldn't shake the memories of how Bakugou treated him as a quirkless child. Izuku knew that he would never hurt you! But… just in case…

“You take care of her Kacchan,” the tone came off pleadingly but the look in his eyes was a  bit stern. You had never seen this portion of Deku before and it almost instantly caused your chest to thud, harshly reminding you of last night’s sensations. Shit.

“Don't tell me what the fuck to do, Deku. Those are my kids in there. Not yours. You just remember that,” Bakugou scoffed, causing Izuku’s expression to falter ever so slightly before he fixed it again.

Your jaw dropped at the sheer bluntness of his statement, “Kacchan, what the f--”

“I guess you’re right, Kacchan,” Izuku began, “Sorry if  I crossed a boundary,” he smiled at Bakugou-- who only huffed in return-- and quickly turned to you, making the tightness in your chest worse, “Bye, Y/N!” Izuku smiled, almost too innocently, considering the raging war in your gut at the moment.

You smiled back-- a feeble attempt at masking the inner turmoil ravaging your insides. “Peace, bb,” you gave him a weak hug before gesturing him out of your home. You threw him one final smile before shutting the door. You instantly whipped your head back around the the blonde brat behind you, “What. The. Fuck!?”

“I already told you. I want to hang out.”

“Are you fucking allergic to texting or some shit??” you yelled, “You just waltz in like you own the damn place and demand me to ‘Ohhh ahhh wo-man! come with me, wo-man’,” you renacthed his prehistoric behavior. 

Bakugou felt his muscles tighten in response to your taunting. Your loud nature, mixed with the confrontational behavior was reminding him way too much of his own mother. He swore on his life that he would never end up with  a woman like her and yet, here he was standing in front of her fucking carbon copy. The thought made him sick as he groaned in frustration,

“Shitty hair was fucking wrong!” Bakugou spat, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as he continued, “The last thing I want to do is hang out with a bitching hag like you!!”

Your jaw dropped, “Excuse me??” You have heard pretty much every other insult in the book hurdled at you, but ‘hag’ was never one of them. You laughed, “I wasn’t a hag when you fucked me all night, huh?!”

“Yeah? I don't know what was wrong with me then. You are way different when I am not pumped full of alcohol, apparently.”

Your laughter immediately ceased, “Whatever. you came up to me and confessed your love like a raging SIMP, and now all of a sudden I’m a bitch?

“Fuck! Well, I got to know you past a pretty, stupid, fucking face!”

You blinked in shock. The unfamiliar feeling of your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach overwhelmed you as hurt surrounded your face. Practically your entire life, being beautiful has been a mask of sorts for your overwhelming failures. Still, here this man was-- practically a stranger-- seeing past your facade, looking directly into the steaming pile of shit that you truly were. Your eyes suddenly became warm as tears filled them,

“Then why the fuck are you even here, asshole?? TO PISS ME OFF?” you shouted, throwing your hands by your side and clenching them so tightly that your nails dug into your skin.

“BECAUSE  I WANTED TO KNOW ALL OF YOU!” he screamed back. The shocking words fled out from under his harsh tone and stunned you as your brain processed them. You felt your fist unfurl a bit as he continued, “I wanted to know you. Good and bad. Bitchy and not. You're carrying my children… I want to know them,” he finished, almost defeated. This tell of emotion was obviously the last thing he wanted to be doing, you could tell.

Still, it meant a  lot for some reason that he felt that he could do this with you “Oh,” you breath out, unable to articulate much else.

“Oh?!” he angrily repeated. Bakugou felt his face shrivel in disgust. He just poured out his being to you once more for you to trample on it like a fucking gymnast mat. However, as Bakugou formed his mouth to say something else, you halted him,

“Go… have a seat,” you gestured to the couch, blinking the accumulating liquid in your eyes away. The blond could only shoot a lone eyebrow up in response, causing you to sigh in exasperation,  “Well, Are you just gonna stand there looking like that, or what?” he gave you one final scoff before making his way to one of your couches and seating himself comfortably, propping one of his feet on your coffee table as he glared at the non functioning television.

“Welcome, I guess. I am sure you’ll have no issue making yourself comfortable,” you deadpanned, eyeing his propped up legs,  “I’ll go make us some… tea?” you suggested , but no answer came from him, “Tea it is.”

You rolled your eyes before trudging away. You always loved green tea, but for some reason the smell had been killing you lately, so you opted for peppermint tea instead. It was inferior by, far, but it matched the inferior, pathetic life that you had adopted recently.

Jeez. How much self deprecation can you fit into one week? Would this have any effect on the babies? If so, they’d probably come out singing RnB or some shit in the maternity ward. They’d have already stressed dyed hair and an entire Tumblr dedicated to sad aesthetics before they reached their first birthday, for god's sake.  

You vehemently shook your head to once again get rid of the oncoming headache that snuck in with these disgusting thoughts, “So Kacchan!” you called out as you walked back to the living room, “What do you wanna know?”

“Don’t call me that,” he simply barked.

“What?”

“Don’t call me that name. I fucking hate it.”

You snorted and took a seat next to his glaring figure. You tried not to notice how he shifted further away from you as you sat down, “I am sure Deku disliked being called worthless his whole life too,” you smirked up at him, “I bet he fucking hated it.”

The atmosphere seemed to once more shift into a much heavier tone after your statement and the room fell quiet for a few beats. Bakugou’s small glare morphed into a much more forced one. It was as if he was trying to use the glare to hide another feeling, you noticed.

Finally, he spoke, “How much do you know.”

You tilted your head into another shrug, “Enough to know that you probably hate the fact that I am quirkless.”

His face contorted into one of pure disgust as the glareful mask he wore faded away like yesterday’s lunch.  “I don’t give a fuck,” he argued, but the look you sent him showed no sign of believing it. Bakugou’s disgust deepened, but he made sure to control it enough to where you didn't know that it was directed towards himself.

“Oh really? Let’s see if you can keep that same energy when one of your kids pops out without that flashy quirk of yours,” Of course his face fell, just as you suspected it would. Just like it had for multiple other men you had told.

Most men’s pride utterly shrivels into dust as soon as the pretty girl in front of them-- the one that they fantasize about having a dream life with-- ends up telling them that they are quirkless. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth, the men's dreamy gaze effectively shatters alongside their hopes and dreams concerning you.

Nobody wants to pass weakness onto their children.

“You know what? I think I’ll go first,” you snapped him out of the uncomfortable, uncharacteristic silence, and he gave you an irritated, questioning glance, “You wanted to play 20 questions with me, or whatever. No limitations, okay? And I have the first question for you,” you explained before sending him a challenging gaze, “How could someone so full of hate truly aspire to be a hero?”

You expected him to blow up at you-- to scream, and yell and argue that you were wrong.

Yet.

The slightly apologetic, yet stern look on his face threw you for an absolute loop, “I wanted to win.” he simply answered. Somehow his matter of a factness was worse for you than any furious defensive scenario you had conjured in your mind, but as you went to open your mouth with a roll of your eyes, he halted you,

“That was when I was younger, “ he sharply clarified, “I wanted to win more than anything. To be better than everyone else—and that hasn’t changed but there's more to it now. I have to protect the people I care about—like my idiot roommates—I want to make sure we all come home safe by the end of the night.”

Once again he had thrown you off with a surprisingly normal non-caveman response, “That was actually…”

“My turn,” Bakugou abruptly cut you off, “How many men the you fuck this past few months?”

Your jaw dropped. 

And back to Neanderthal you mother fucking guess! “Are you fucking kiddin—”

“You said no limitations,” he gruffly stated.

You bit your tongue and shot him a glare that could match his own before giving a sharp sigh, “Four during the last year. You were the last and the only one during the month I… conceived,” you swallowed as the word left a bitter taste in your mouth, “My turn. What about you?”

“What.”

“How many women the past year?”

“Why the hell does it matter?” Bakugou argued. Your eyes shot down to his body as it shifted around even further from you. From his body language you could tell that his answer was sure to be outrageously high.

He was an extremely attractive guy after all. Those rippling arms were nothing to fuck around with. His red hot eyes could melt steel beams with a passing glance. The chisel of his permanently hardened expression could slice through even the most secured of panties. 

Yes. and there was no denying that he was a sex god in his own right.

It also didn't help that his temperament sucked, so you doubted he had had many long term relationships. He had all of the ingredients of a man whore stirring within him.

“I’m just curious,” you shrugged.

Bakugou threw his glare away from you for a moment as he contemplated on whether or not to answer your stupid question. He had his own questions to ask you still so he guessed that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted his answers,“...One.”

Your jaw dropped, “Seriously?” as his face fell into a furious shade of red you were smacked with a sudden realization,

“Kacchan, did you... lose your virginity to m...?” He glared even further away from you, but you could still see his ears falling even deeper into red-- effectively giving you your answer, “Oh my…” he trailed off. No wonder he was so fucking head over heels for you! Through your discomfort a horribly timed joke flew past your lips, 

“You knocked her up on the first try huh? You’ve got some super swimmers,” you half laughed, but Bakugou obviously didn't find anything funny about it as he snarled angrily as you,

“Shut up!” he barked, throwing a pillow at you, “My turn. What’s up with you and that shitty Deku?”

The pillow hit you, but it was really his question that had smacked you in the face. Your chest thudded, and you prayed to whoever was listening that he couldn't see the racing of your heart, “He’s just a friend! A really good friend to me. Probably my first actual friend ever,” you said this as a joke, but obviously forgot who you were talking to.

“You didn’t make any in high school?” Bakugou’s face twisted up disbelievingly.

“Never went. Couldn’t afford the tuition...” now it was you who was uncomfortably shifting from him. 

“Your parents didn’t help you out?”

“Slow down there, buckaroo,” you laughed, but his face remained as stern as ever as you continued, “That’s like three questions In a row for you. My turn.”

Luckily he caught the hint and didn't press upon the subject any further.

Through the night, you found out a lot of things about him. He was actually younger than you by a few years at twenty years old. His parents were both fashion designers (probably the biggest fucking shock to you considering his choice of black shirts and flannels) and that he was working on making his own hero agency since he had already climbed up the ranks in Japan.

Your game, however, was cut short by the growling of your stomach.

Bakugou almost immediately stood up, surprising you as he walked to your kitchen. Well, you did say ‘make yourself at home’ but this was a little upfront wasn't it? He soon yelled to you from the kitchen as you sat in shock still, “What do you have to eat in this shit hole?!”

Shit hole? You glance around at the decorations and clean atmosphere that you pride yourself on. That jerk. Your house was not a shit hole! “You can eat shit if you want. I’m not hungry.”

“The hell are you talking about? I just heard your stomach growling.”

You shrugged, “Just indigestion. I get a lot of stomach issues with these things inside of me,” the sudden clanging of pots and pan in your kitchen startled you,  “What the hell are you doing??” you called out before marching to your kitchen.

You found him rummaging through your cabinets, stopping momentarily to judgmentally eye your still plentiful liquor cabinet for a moment before moving on, “You can starve yourself all you fucking want, but you're not fucking starving my kids.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his accusation, “I’m not starving.”

“You think I’m fucking blind?”

“I have to stay in shape for work. Just like you I am sure,” you walked up to him and grabbed a bicep for demonstration, but he quickly threw your hand away from him as his face fell into a bout of shock. He quickly regained himself,

“Whatever,” he grunted before swinging open your refrigerator.

“What are y—Hey!” you yelped as he began haphazardly throwing food onto one of your counters.

“Is all you have in here rabbit food? Jesus fucking Christ,” he ignored your cries and began throwing certain items together and heating up a pot of water.

You couldn't help but blink at the display. He seemed pretty natural in the kitchen and that in itself was unnatural considering his caveman persona, “You... cook?” you felt uneasy.

“You don’t?”

Honestly, your diet consisted of salads and ramen since you were 15, so cooking wasn't a necessity. You reluctantly shook your head at him.

He looked completely disappointed and disgusted with you but, hey, what else is new? Bakugou scoffed, “Well you’re gonna have to learn how now. Pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes at him. If you wanted fucking Gordon Ramsey bitching you around in the kitchen you would have clicked on that stupid ad that always popped up on your Youtube. Then again, Bakugou was more of a Guy Fieri with that spiky hair of his.

Whatever.

You guessed learning how to cook one meal wouldn't be too terrible,  

“What are you stirring the water for if you didn’t put anything in it yet?”

“It helps it heat up faster, idiot.”

“Do you actually throw the noodles on the wall to see if they’re finished?”

Bakugou threw you a frown, “If you’re a fucking dumbass,” he said, moving you aside as he began stirring a saucer filled with vegetables. He completely disregarded your yelp as he moved you as a parade of thoughts bombarded his mind.

He would have to come over more and keep you and his kids fed if you truly didn’t know how to cook. He scoffed and his stirring hand more slightly more erratically with frustration. What kind of grown woman didn't know how to cook pasta?

His thoughts were halted by a loud squelch that sounded through the air. He immediately threw his gaze up to the wall in front of his face and his expression fell at the sight. He growled, snapping his gaze back toward you by the pot of pasta, “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” his furious glare danced between you and the wet noodle that stuck to the wall.

“I wanted to see if it would actually stick! Don’t get your balls in a twist, it was one noodle!”

“So damn wasteful,” Bakugou ground his teeth as he frustratedly scrapped the starchy pasta off of your wall. He opened his mouth to tell you just this, but immediately snapped it back shut as he felt something being thrown at his head, “that better not be what I think it is…” he snarled through his teeth as he eyed food dangling from one of the spines of his hair.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s not a worm,” you laughed, but your giddiness was soon cut off as a hot noodle was thrown back in your direction. You could only blink as it stuck itself on your nose.

“Hmph,” the corners of Bakugou’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “It’s a good look on you, noodle face,” You laughed but once again was cut off. The brief sound of his laugh coinciding with your own shocked you.

His smile slowly died down as he caught wind of you gawking at him. He cleared his throat, “Are you done being a child? I’m ready to enjoy my good ass cooking.”

However, you didn't answer him as you once again found a smile creeping onto your face. He rolled his eyes and began making himself a plate of food, but he quickly grew tired of you smiling at him like some bimbo,

“What?!” He snapped, “You want another noodle to the face.”

You shook your head as you shuffled past him to serve yourself a plate, “No.. just you have a nice laugh.”

He scoffed, “That all you're eating?” he completely disregarded your comment but you decided to let it die too,

“I don’t see you with any food on your plate,” you shrugged, “I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you,” you winked at him before setting down at the table.

The night went pretty well after that. So well, in fact, that the two of you decided to have “parental meetings” every few days so that Bakugou could teach you how to cook. You ended up learning how to make 10 more dishes within the next three weeks.

Bakugou and you didn't exactly become close, but there were far less screaming matches than there had been in your first few meetings. You still didn't know him very well, but he wasn't necessarily a stranger anymore.

It was… nice.

The next check up came very quickly because of your lack of employment and your dates-- err um… “parental meetings” with Bakugou.

“Your twins should be about the size of avocados now! We’ll check again with a routine ultrasound. We do have the DNA tests in for you all so I’ll just go and run for those real quick.. well walk briskly. You don’t do an awful lot of running at my age.”

“I don’t do an awful lot of running now,” you joked, and Bakugou sent you a stern glare that screamed, ‘don’t encourage him.’ you shrugged as the doctor walked out of the room.

It was silent for what seemed like forever. You and Bakugou still weren't very good at sparking conversations, but eventually he spoke up as you laid back on the exam table, “You're really fucking showing now.”

You brows instantly came together, high fiving each other in your state of being roasted, “Thanks...” you deadpanned.

The look on your face sent a wave of hurt through the blond’s heart.

What the hell. It was like he felt your hurt. For the first time in a long time, Bakugou actually regretted his choice of words. He glared at the ground as he attempted to change the subject, “You’ve been eating, right?”

“How else Would I be sitting here, looking fat and talking to you, Kacchan.”

“I told you don’t call me that,” he paused, as if he were really considering his next statement, “Call me Katsuki,” he finally dragged out.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Kacchan.”

Just as Bakugou open his mouth the no doubt scream at you, Dr. Yamakawa entered the room, 

“Mama Bakugou! We have some really good news. Everything seems fine with the twins according to the DNA testing. One is a little small right now, but it’s completely normal for there to be a dominant twin so to speak. No genetic abnormalities or health concerns,” you saw Bakgou visibly stiffen at this before relaxing as the doctor continued, “’Cept for you.”

You shook your head, blinking heavily as if you’d just been punched in the brow, “Me?”

“You do have a concerning BMI—you tend to lean a little towards underweight. I understand you are in the profession of modeling correct,” he said very, curtly, “You need to add more calories to your daily intake. You wont need to ‘eat for three” as they say, but you do need to put on some substantial pounds or you will risk a premature birth..”

You had no fucking idea what to say to that. ‘Nice?’ ‘Cool beans.’ ‘fucking just give me the mother of the year award already!’ You felt your chest tighten and suddenly you realized you hadn't been breathing. You sucked in abruptly, causing the doctor to take a step towards you,

“You're looking a little flushed there, Mama Bakugou.”

“Well how else is she supposed to respond when you tell her like that, old man?!” Bakugou snapped, causing both you and the doctor to gawk at him. 

“Kacchan! What the fuck don’t talk to him like that, jerk!”

Bakugou scoffed, throwing his glare, much more pouty this time-- to the jar of cotton balls on the counter of the office.

“It wouldn't help either of you to sugar coat this, son,” the doctor sighed, “You have made it this far along in her pregnancy. Miscarriage is substantially less likely but if you want to give these babies a better chance, I’d suggest higher caloric intake.”

Needless to say, Bakugou did not leave the doctor's office that day a very pleasant man. He would angrily stalk ahead of you a for a few moments before pausing and grumbling about how ‘fucking slow’ you were as you caught up before the cycle would start all over again. You could only take this for so long, however,

“What!?” you yelled suddenly as the grumbling phase of his cycle began once more, “Will you stop fucking brooding already and speak your mind—”

He instantly snapped his face towards your own to stare into your eyes. You fumbled back a bit as the intense vermilion bore into you. You opened your mouth to speak but his serious expression exclaimed something before yours could,

“I wanna move in with you.”

You paused. You couldn't have fucking heard that right.

He… wants to...

“What…?” you mouthed.

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FF VII - Reno Headcanons | #5

ANON (1): Hey, I’ve your NSFW alphabet and I would loooooove a swf one with Zack and Biggs, and some NSFW with Reno, Rufus, I’m in dire need ot it!    Send ya a lot of love!

ANON (2): I’d love an NSFW alphabet for Rufus or Reno too? Thanks!!

ANON (3): NSFW alphabet for Reno FF7 please

A/N: Another NSFW alphabet done, hope you enjoy!!

WARNING: NSFW

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

When the two of you finally regain your lost breath, Reno is all for taking the time to settle your heartbeats with a little cuddling. Soft kisses on your shoulders, the nuzzle of his nose in your hair, whispers of romance escaping his lips. He’s the one whispering I love you as the two of you drift off into sleep in the wee hours of the morning.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Reno’s personal favorite body part is his own tongue/mouth. He’s got a silver-tongue that loves to leave wet trails all over your body. Devilish kisses, whispering words in your skin, talking dirty to you as he removes your clothing. Favorite way to start the night off when you both have free time.

But his favorite body part on you has to be the dimples/small of your back. Can easily fit his hands around your waist, fitting his thumbs right in the crevice if he’s facing your back. Perfect size as if you were made just for him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Reno, much like the other Turks, are usually educated in the idea of safe sex. So condoms, pills, self-discipline (mostly) are engraved in their minds. So he’ll cum right in the condom without a second to think about it. But if he happens to not be wearing one, Reno may or may not become a future father. He has little self-control right before he climaxes, so he’ll fill you up with a thick, white pool of cum right inside if the two of you haven’t taken any precautions.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Reno relishes in the taste of you. As I previously said, his tongue is his weapon, so when he’s performing the act of torturous oral on your clit, the sweet taste you give off, he’s a big fan of it. He always knows when you eat something sweet earlier in the day.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Reno has had a few mind-blowing experiences. Most of it hold no feeling, just a way to relieve stress and have fun when he’s off of work. So when he’s in a relationship, sometimes you have to remind him to take things slow, make things more passionate for the two of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

(No visual) His favorite position is having one of your legs propped above his shoulder (if you’re flexible enough to pull it off). Knowing your leg is right next to his head, where he can lick your calf as he inserts himself into you, maybe even give a little nip of his teeth right upon your skin.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Reno is a goofy guy outside the bedroom. Always brightening up the mood, especially with stoic partner Rude. So his personality doesn’t change in more intimate moments. He’ll chuckle with you in the most awkward of moments. If something isn’t as smooth as he’d like, such as a pick up line or a kiss, he’ll apologize with a laugh, cheeks as red as his hair. He tries to be suave, but sometimes it doesn’t work in his favor. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

The carpets do indeed match the drapes. He’s not much for upkeep either. It’s trimmed, but in no way groomed as some would think. It’s a waste of time in his personal opinion.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Reno lets his emotions run the show when he’s pushed over the edge. He wants you to feel as good as him. Equally enjoying the pleasure as you ride him, or licks your inner thigh with that silver tongue of his. Yet, he tries to be romantic when the time comes. It’s not always one his mind, but he sometimes brings in the soft glow of candles or the petals of roses lining your bed. Cliche, but he tends to find those cheesy moments the best in the relationship.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Like most men, Reno can’t resist the urge to let himself go once in a while. It’s not all the time, and only when he’s been single or alone for too long does he take the moment to release. If he’s in a relationship he’s getting the fix for his sexual desires from you. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Reno isn’t into kinks. Plain and simple. If you however decide to spice up the bedroom one way or another, he won’t mind. Whether it involves ropes, toys, denial of some form, if you want it, he’ll try to think something up. Perhaps he might even enjoy it if it makes you cum like no other.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s up for anywhere if you’re both wanting to dive into the act. Over tables, desks, closets, he’s fine withholding your legs up, pushing you against the walls as he screws you endlessly. Sure the bedroom has the comfort of sheets, but there’s always a little fun while he grinds you in a near-public place.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s traditional. He sees you in lingerie, it’s a major turn-on. He likes to dirty talk more than the other men, but when he hears you whispering in his ear about what you want to do to him, he’s immediately interested. The smirk playing on his lips as you tell him how you want to touch him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn’t much Reno wouldn’t do. If there’s a thrill, a shot of making the two of you go over the edge in a million different ways, he’s up for the idea. As long as everyone is on the same page and consent is understandable, he’s all ready for you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Reno is the type that follows the rule give and you shall receive. He’s all up for giving you the best type of tongue flicks and fingering as long as you can pay it back. His dick deep in your throat, watching you take his load in one full swallow, if you can, it’s seriously the biggest turn on for him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Reno tends to be more rough and quick. Using every trick in his book to make you feel good. He believes the fast-paced movements make for more of a pleasurable experience, but he’ll go slow if you ask. It’s not his usual style, but he’ll try to make the whole experience memorable and pleasurable for the two of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s all up for quickies. Quick trips to the restroom? To an unoccupied office? Taking a “lunch” at home together? He’s all ready to take a twenty-minute break fucking you into next week’s timeline.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Reno lives right on the edge most of the time. If there’s a chance Rufus, Rude or Tseng could walk in on the two of you, while he’s fingering you on an empty desk, he’s willing to take the shot. He thinks having others hear you moan is also a big turn on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Reno’s quick-paced nature can usually end abruptly. But give a few minutes, the second round of dirty talking and kissing, he’ll be all ready to give you round two, perhaps three in a single night. You covered in his cum might be a fantasy of his, but he’ll never share that secret. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

As I said, he’s interested in nearly everything if the two of you are on board. If you so wanted to try a vibrator on yourself, or perhaps, even use it on him, he’ll love to see what you can do with it. How much can you quiver, how much can he tremble? He might even go as far as making a game of it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s not much for a tease, but he’ll go slow until the two of you are right on the edge. He read once edging makes a much fuller orgasm, and ever since, he’s been a huge fan.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Reno is loud. The type that would dirty talk before, during, and especially near the end. He’ll ask you to cum for him while he’s fingering you, whisper the most vulgar things in your ear as he’s on the brink. He’s usually a bit quiet right at the start, but when both your bodies are feeling all the nerves running wild, his voice would be ever so present.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Reno is open to nearly all things in the bedroom. He’s a bit of a wild card himself, so if you bring up a bedroom game or a roleplay idea, he might be up for it. Want to bring in cute and sexy costumes, he’s ready for it. Toys? Hell yeah. Tying you up if you asked? He might get confused on the rope work, but he’ll do his best and try to make you cum like you’ve never cummed before.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

Reno is proudly sporting a six-inch penis, erected a good six and a half. It’s not enough to bruise your cervix, which is a plus, but nicely curved and thick enough to stretch your walls in just the right way.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. Reno is always up for sex if you ask. He’s not a sex addict, but his high-upbeat nature is always ready for the next move to release his pent up frustration or energy. Sex just happens to be one of the better ways to release it and no better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than spending a little quality time with you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Reno slips into unconsciousness pretty quick. Once that energy has been wiped out, he finds himself slipping into sleep much faster than usual. But he’ll always find a way to touch you as you fall asleep. Thumb on your cheek, his fingers gently grasping your wrist, perhaps his whole arm wrapped around your waist, either way, a light smile will form on his face as the two of you drift away.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy vii #Final Fantasy 7 #final fantasy reno #reno #turks #imagines #headcanon #headcannon

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Take it Slow - Part Twenty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: TW - mention of past abuse. Smut as well. 

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You didn’t get to see Harry Thursday night. He had a lot of free lancing stuff going on. You didn’t mind at first. You took the opportunity to have a good gym session. You minded when you came home to an empty apartment. You heated up some leftovers from the night before and plopped down on the couch. You wanted to tell him you didn’t care how late he would be, to just still come over. But you knew he probably needed his large monitor and home work station tonight to get his work done.

After you took a shower and got settled into bed, you got a phone call from him, making you smile instantly.

“You’re awake?”

“Just got into bed, babe.”

“Missed ya today.” He yawns. “Sorry, long day.”

“Missed you too.” You giggle. “What are you doing now?”

“Workin’ at home. Figured I’d call ya to wish ya sweet dreams.”

“I wish you were here…sorry, I don’t want to make you feel you bad.”

“I wish I was there too.”

“Wanna stay at your place tomorrow? I can come over there after work.”

“Yeah, that would be great actually. So, how was your day?”

“It was good, other than being crazy tired…you, uh, really did a number on me last night.”

“Sorry.” He says chuckling. “Got a little carried away, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little, although, it did feel amazing.” The thought of last night sends a surge through your body. Even though you were still a little sore, you really wouldn’t mind if Harry was there right now to do it all over again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.”

“What are you working on now?”

“Just touching some photos up, wanna get these to the people within the next couple of days. Just about done though.”

“Oh, good.” You clear your throat. You loved the way Harry’s voice sounded over the phone. You got the full effect of how deep it was.

“Babe?”

“Hm? Sorry, I was just enjoying listening to you talk.”

“You’re cute.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“If you were here…what do you think we’d be doing?”

Harry saved what he was working on, and turned from his desk. Was this going where he thought it was going?

“Would we be cuddled up close?” You ask, trying to get some response.

“I’d be holding you close to me, yeah.”

“You’re big spoon?”

“Yup, pressed nice against your ass.” You giggle.

“You like when I adjust against you, huh? Can I tell you a secret? Sometimes I do it on purpose.”

“I knew it, you like riling me up.”

“I just really like the way it feels when you get hard, and you press closer.” Harry’s palms were starting to sweat. He couldn’t remember the last time he had phone sex with someone, and he couldn’t believe it was actually going to happen with you.

“Do you like the way it feels when my hand reaches around, and goes between your legs.” A huge smile goes on your face.

“Mhm, and then when your thumb presses against me.”

“Tell me where it presses against you.”

“My clit.”

“That’s right. And then I would rub circles around it with my thumb, while my fingers start to slip inside you.” You let out a soft groan.

“God, I wish you were here.”

“Close your eyes, and pretend your hand is mine.”

“You’ll do the same?”

“Yes.”

Harry undoes his jeans, and takes his hard cock out of his boxers, keeping it one of his hands. You adjust onto your back, and dip your hand below your shorts. You feel your own wetness.

“All set?” He asks.

“Mhm. I’m really wet Harry.” He smirks.

“Good, now take your fingers and slowly slide them in.” You do as he says, and make small noise to let him know. “Curl them up like how I do, make a come here motion.” You let out a groan.

“Y, you’re touching yourself too?”

“Yes, got m’cock gripped.”

“W, wish my lips were wrapped around you.”

“Me too, angel. You bringin’ your fingers in and out?”

“Yes, don’t feel as full though.” Harry’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Jesus.” He groans.  If you only knew just how full he could make you. “Okay, how many fingers are you using.”

“Two.”

“Slip in a third baby.” You moan out. “Feel a little fuller?”

“Only a little. Your fingers can go much deeper than mine.” Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You would talk dirty, but never like this. He loved it.

“Are you laying on your back?”

“Yes.”

“Flip onto your stomach, you can get in deeper that way.”

You want to ask how he knows all of this, but instead you just do as he says. He imagines you laying on your stomach, and instead of your fingers, he imagines his dick slipping in from behind. He groans through his teeth, thinking about how tight and good you’d feel. All you can hear is his harsh breath coming through the phone. You start to rub your clit faster, just like he would.

“Harry.” You moan.

“Are you close, love?”

“Yes, Harry.”

“Rub yourself faster.”

He imagines pumping in and out of you so fast and hard that the only sound filling the room was your ass clapping back against him.

“Ah, Harry, I’m gonna, fucckkkk.” You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. You hear Harry moan your name out. “Did, did you come baby?” You hear him giggle.

“Yes, once sec.”

Harry gets up to clean himself off, and throws a pair of sweat pants on.

“How was that?”

“Not the same without you, but it’ll do until tomorrow.” You say, flipping back onto your back. You start to giggle. “I’m really glad you called to wish me sweet dreams.”

“Me too. Well, I’ll let you get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you, goodnight.”

“Love you too, angel.”

Harry went to sleep a happy man. You couldn’t get enough of him the way he couldn’t get enough of you.

//

You get up for work feeling much more refreshed, and you’re able to walk like a normal person again. You pack some extra clothes to bring to Harry’s before you leave for work. You decide on a dark pair of jeans, your ponytail and a cardigan for work. You left yourself plenty of time to do your makeup.

Your coffee was waiting for you on your desk when you got there. You were always so amazed at how early Niall was able to get to work. He was always at least thirty minutes ahead of you. Little did you know, down the hall in his office, Niall was having a chat with Matt, who works early on Fridays.

“Matt, to be blunt, I’d to talk with you about (y/n).”

“Oh, um, alright.”

“How are things going with her? You’ve been working with her more this week than usual.”

“Things are great, she’s taught me a lot. She’s super smart. Am I in trouble for something?”

“No.” He sighs. “But you just need to make sure you’re acting appropriately. I know you’re still in school, but this is a great opportunity to learn how to act in a professional environment.”

“Did she say something to you?”

“What’s there to say?”

“So, you two are allowed to goof off and joke around, but because I’m an intern I can’t?”

“First of all, there are some days where I don’t see her at all until lunch or even until the end of the day. It’s all about balance. You have to find the fun times during the day. Also, if we’re goofin’ together, I’m not flirtin’.”

“Flirting? Did she say-“

“Look, it doesn’t matter. I’m just sayin’, make sure you’re havin’ fun the right way, and remember that she’s technically one of your supervisors. I know she’s a very sweet, and kind person…but you’re still in school and…you just need to know how to act, okay? I really don’t want to have one of these conversation again, alright?”

“Alright…I’m sorry if it seems like I did anything wrong, it wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Just remember she’s not your best friend, you work for her. You can be friendly, but-“

“I get it. Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.”

Matt gets up and leaves Niall’s office. You pass him while holding your computer.

“Hi Matt.” You smile at him. He looks at you nervously. “We’ll be in the conference room today, I wanted to look at everything on the TV. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just need to check in with Niall.”

“Of course you do.” He says under his breath.

“Pardon?”

“I said of course.” He smiles. You go into Niall’s office.

“You free in about thirty minutes? We’re setting everything up in the conference room, want you to see the final product.”

“Yeah, I can do that, let me block my calendar. I had a chat with Matt.” You step further and close the door a little.

“How’d it go?”

“He seemed to be more concerned that you may have tattled on him about something. But, I think I got through to him.”

“I won’t be needing him much once this project is done anyways. This whole thing will put itself to rest.”

You go into the conference room, and plug your laptop in the HDMI cable so the screen appears on the TV. You and Matt go over the project you’ve been working on all week.

“This came out so well, Matt, thank you so much for all your help on this. I couldn’t have done it without you.” You beam at him. “I hope you continue with this kind of work in the future, you’re so talented.”

“You really mean that?”

“Yes! You may not be working much with me next week, just cause this is done, but if you keep working hard with the other folks you work with, then you will have some great people to list as a reference on your future endeavors.” Niall knocks on the door and wave him in. Matt looks away from him. “Ready?”

“Show me what ya got.”

You play the video for Niall, and he’s completely blown away.

“Great work you two. Matt, (y/n) and I will definitely send good word up to our supervisor.”

“Thanks.” He gives a half smile.

“I am so happy this project is done and over with.”

“And ahead of schedule. Now you won’t have as much to stress about before break.”

“I know! I can actually enjoy my family’s Hanukkah party.”

Matt sits and observes the way you and Niall interact. Why was it okay for you two to talk about personal things, but not for him?

Just before lunch, Matt knocks on the outside of your doorway.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Got a sec?”

“Of course, come on in.” You motion to have him sit.

“I’ve got my next assignment for next week, I’m back with the social media folks.”

“That’s great!”

“I’ll miss working with you…”

“That’s nice of you to say. I’m sure we’ll work together again soon.” Your phone starts to ring, it’s Harry.

“That your boyfriend?”

“Um…yeah.”

“He calls you a lot at work. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not at all.”

“He’s like…checking in on you.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Then why does he call so much?”

“Because he just likes to see how my day’s going. I think it’s really sweet, and I don’t mind because I like to hear the sound of his voice. Besides, it’s my lunch break, it’s a perfectly acceptable time to call…I think as you get older and fall in love, you’ll understand.”

“You’re only a few years older than me.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like a big difference, but once you’ve been out in the real world a little while, you tend to grow up a bit.”

“I’d say I’m pretty grown.”

“Obviously, I’m just saying, when you’re in a real relationship with someone…”

“I’ve been in a relationship before.”

“And? Didn’t you want to be with that person every second you could? Talk to them in your free time?”

“Not really.” He shrugs. “Guess that’s why we broke up. How did you know you were in love with him?”

You thought back to your weekend away at the inn in New Hampshire, and sighed happily.

“I just…did. I had a realization one night. When you know, you know.” Niall comes strolling into your office.

“Lunch time chica.” You giggle.

“Alright, hey I just need to call Harry back quick, wanna wait in the break room for me?”

“You got it. Headin’ out Matt? You’re done for the day.”

“Um, yeah. Well, thanks again for everything this week. See ya.”

“Have a great weekend. Meet you in a couple minutes.”

“Sounds good.”

You take your phone and call Harry back.

“How’s my baby girl today?” You giggle.

“Good, how’s my man?”

“Looking forward to seeing you tonight.”

“Me too. Want me to pick something up for dinner?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to. I’ll pick up something yummy.”

“I mean…there’s really only one thing I have a craving for.” Your cheeks flush.

“Don’t start with me right now.”

“What? Don’t want a repeat of last night so soon?” You can hear his smirk through the phone.

“Harry, I can’t have these kinds of conversations at work.” You whisper.

“Alright, alright. Well, I was just callin’ earlier cause I missed ya.”

“Miss you too. I better go, I have lunch with Niall.”

“Tell the lad I say hi.”

“You bet.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hang up, grab your lunch, and head to the break room to meet Niall. He gives you a kissy face when you enter and you roll your eyes at him.

“He says hi by the way.”

“Hi back.” He smirks. “What he call about?”

“Nothing, just missed me.”

“Jesus.” He laughs. “I’ve never known him to be like this. You really have a hold on him.”

“I like it. It’s nice to feel wanted.”

“Come to think of it, the only person I can think he’s ever been this clingy with was Lou.”

“Niall, Harry is not clingy.”

“He is…just a wee bit, just enough for it to be cute.”

“What do you mean he was clingy with Louis?”

“Nothin’, the two of them were just like that with each other. They had to sit next to each other in every in class, had to sit next to each other on the couch. If Lou was off visiting his girlfriend for the weekend, the two of them would call each other at least two separate times.”

“Eleanor was right.”

“About what?”

“They are the real life Cory and Shawn.” You laugh.

“Who?”

“Did never watch Boys Meet World?”

“Uh, no, can’t say I have. That somethin’ we should add to the binge watch list?”

“Oh definitely, you don’t know what you’re missing. Anyways, Cory is the main character and Shawn is his absolute best friend. They’re closer than any other friends in the world. The show would joke around a lot about them being a little too close. Cory would wanna tell Shawn things over telling his girlfriend, stuff like that. Just a really close bond. Nothing wrong with that. Do you ever get jealous?”

“Not at all. I’m just as close with Harry, it’s just different. I’m just as close with Lou. The two of them are just more like brothers.”

“I’m sure they consider you a brother.”

“Oh they do, I’m just more like the step-brother.” You both giggle.

//

On your way home from work you decide to pick up Thai food from Harry’s favorite spot. You key into his apartment. He has his headphones in, sitting at his computer.

“Harry!” He turns around and waves at you. You put the food in the kitchen and kick off your shoes. You put your bag near the bed. He wraps up what he’s doing, and stretches as he stands up.

“Whatcha bring me?” He says, kissing you on the top of your head.

“Thai food.”

“My favorite! Thanks.”

You both dig in to the food your brought, not wanting it to get cold. You take your cardigan off, revealing your tank top.

“That’s a cute outfit.” He says wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Felt like being a bit more casual today.”

“I like these jeans.” His hands slip into your back pockets. You place your hands on his chest.

“Oh, you do?”

“Mhm.” He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses. “You smell nice.” You feel his smile against you. Your perfume wasn’t anything special. Just a classic fruity scent you had picked up from Bath & Body Works a while back. But because you were wearing, there was no better smell in the world. He lifts his head to look at you, cheeks and chest completely flushed. “You know, I was surprised by you last night.”

“How so?”

“Just didn’t think you’d be into that sorta thing.”

“What? Phone sex?” You laugh. “To be honest, usually I’m not, or at least I’d prefer it over text, but just something in the way your voice sounded last night…it was driving me wild.” You kiss on his neck, dropping your hands to his hips. You sink your teeth in, only a little, lightly sucking on his soft skin. You feel his hands squeeze your ass causing you to bite down harder. He sucks in a breath at the incredible feeling.

His hands move up to your face. He pulls you back, before you can furrow your brows, his lips are on yours. He takes your bottom lip into his mouth, and you can’t help but groan. A tingling beginning between your legs as he starts to work his tongue into your mouth, tasting every bit of you. You both fumble over to the couch. He gets on top of you, and you wrap your legs around him, begging for some friction. The hand he isn’t using to prop himself up goes for your breast, and kneads it. Your head rolls back at his touch, annoyed he won’t just take your shirt and bra off. He sees you tug at the hem of your shirt and he smirks, allowing you to sit up, so he can take it off for you. You had a simple white bra on, nothing special. But his eyes can’t help but gaze at the way you’re spilling out of it, and the way your nipples peek through like pebbles. You look down at yourself.

“I’d still like to go to the mall tomorrow, definitely think it’s time for some new bras.” You squeeze your boobs together slightly. “Not comfy.”

“Well, let me see how I can help now.”

Harry reaches behind you and unhooks your bra effortlessly. You giggle as it falls, and his lips immediately wrap around you nipping, and twisting the piercing with his teeth.

“Ah, shit.” You moan, pressing your hips to his as you lay down again.

He kisses down your torso, around your naval, and undoes your pants in the process. You lift your hips to help him tug your jeans and panties down your hips. He sits up to take his shirt off after undressing you.

“Harry?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Think you could, um, dim the lights a bit? Feeling just a wee bit exposed.” He smiles and kisses you on the top of your head.

He gets up to turn the lights off, not having a dimmer. He takes his pants off, leaving his boxers on for now, then climbs back on top of you. His bed was so close by, but something about doing this on his couch was more fun. His thumb dips down and starts to rub on your clit, your breath hitching at the sensation.

“Is this what you were doing last night? When you were thinking of me?”

“Yes, but you do it so much better.” You gasp as his fingers trace over your wet slit.

“That so?” He spreads your legs apart, putting them over his shoulders, licking his lips as he looks at the glorious feast before him.

He licks a stripe up from your center to your clit, causing your hips to buck up. Your hands go straight for his hair as he sucks on your clit, his hands pressing into your thighs. He drops one of your thighs to press his hand down on you to keep you in place. He was going to destroy you tonight, you could feel it. He used his thumb to continue to rub you as his tongue when back down to your center. He groaned against you as his tongue swirled inside, feeling and tasting as much of you as he could. You weren’t going to last long, the sight before you was enough to make you come, let alone the way it felt.

“Harry.” You moaned as he rubbed you harder, sucking on you as much as he could. “Fuck, ahhhhhhh.” Your release came quicker than you usual. He let you grind against him to ride out your high, just needing that bit of extra friction. He waits for you to catch your breath while he sits up to look at your now sweaty body.

He sits on the couch, pulling you on top of him to straddle his legs. You’re confused at first, did he just want to grind against you tonight? It was fine if he did, but you wanted to return the favor. You wanted to wrap your lips around him.

“Harry, I wanna-“ He kisses you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“You will, I’m not done with you yet, though.” He says into your ear, biting down on the skin just underneath.

You feel his hand brush up against your sensitive area, still dripping wet from what he’s done to you. You feel him slip his middle finger in, and you tighten around him. He looks up at you, watching your eyes screwed shut, and slowly open as you relax, sinking down onto his hand. He slowly pumps in and out of you, and before long, a second finger slips in, stretching you out just a little. You moan at the feeling and roll your hips.

“That’s it.” He says, essentially encouraging you to ride his fingers. You wrap your arms around him, fingers going into his hair, and press your face into his neck.

Your hips move up and down as he pumps in and out of you. He had thought about this many times. You on top of him, taking him in inch by inch. But he wasn’t going to get that yet. It was hard to focus on anything other than the grunts leaving your mouth, as you press your face further into the crook of his neck. His fingers had never felt so good inside of you. The hand that wasn’t working on you, was clutching on your ass, keeping you steady. His thumb starting to rub on your clit again, making you sink your teeth into his skin. You hear a moan escape his lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this.” He says, making your back arch as you continue to grind against his fingers.

“Feels so good.” You manage to say. You were full on panting now. “Wanna feel you deeper, Harry.”

He thrusts his long fingers up as much as he could, making your head roll back. He wanted to say that’s as deep as he could go. He wanted to say he’d need his dick to go deeper to give you what you wanted, but he couldn’t. He knew better.

“Shit, shit, shit.” You said over and over.

“Come for me, baby.”

That was all he needed to say. You released all around his fingers, and collapsed on top of him. He slowly slid out of you, and gives your bum a few taps, letting you know you did a good job. He sucks on his fingers to take your release in.

“Best taste in the world, honestly.” You move your head to make eye contact.

“Your turn.” You say in a whisper.

He lets go of you so you can slide down to the floor, on your knees in front of him. You tug at his boxers, eyes growing wide at the way his hard cocks slaps back against his stomach. He lifts his hips so you can tug the pesky underwear all the way off of him. You look up at him and admire his beautiful body. He may have well been chiseled from marble. You spit into your hand, and grip his length, his eyes closing for a mere moment to enjoy the contact.

You start to slowly pump him up and down, thumb dragging over his tip to spread his precome around. His hand grips your ponytail, firmly wrapping it around his wrist. You look up at him and smirk before closing your eyes, and taking his tip into your mouth. He hisses at the sensation. You continue to use your hand on his shaft as you suckle on his tip. His hips move up, begging you to take more of him into your pretty little mouth. You oblige, and slide yourself down on him a little further, hollowing out your cheeks.

“That feels so fucking good, (y/n).” He says, gripping your hair tighter.

As you begin to bob up and down on him, he hits the back of your throat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but he has a jerk reaction, and hanks your hair a little too hard. Your eyes flash open, seeing white. A horrid memory of Jake running through your mind. Him ramming you from behind, his hand in your hair, feeling like he was going to rip every strand out of your scalp. Out of sudden fear your teeth bite down on Harry.

“Too hard! Too hard!” This breaks you from your nightmare, and you pop off of him.

Before he can say anything else you feel like you can’t breathe as your chest starts to tighten, and you hide your face as tears begin to fall. Harry gets on the ground next to you and rubs your back.

“What, what happened, (y/n)? Are you alright, why, why did you do that? What did I do?”

His dick was throbbing, and not in a good way. It had gone completely soft the instant you bit him. Your breathing slows, and you look up at him. You put a hand on his shoulder.

“Y, you can’t pull my hair like that.”

“Did I pull it too hard? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even realize, usually you’re okay-“

“It’s not usually in a ponytail when you tug at it. I…it…” He pulls you into his chest. “It triggered me, I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize it-“

“It’s not your fault, I didn’t think…” You sigh. “Did I hurt your?”

“Please, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

“I bit down on you pretty hard.”

“It’s alright. Let’s get you up, hm?”

You cling to him, only feeling safe in his arms. He wipes your tears away as you both stand.

“Let’s get you into something cozy, yeah?” He sits you on the bed, and grabs a t-shirt and sweatpants from his dresser. He gestures for you to lift your arm, and he slides his shirt over your body. Next he helps you into his pants. He kisses you lightly on your forehead. He throws on a new pair of boxers and sits next to you.

“Thank you. I’m so sorry, I ruined our evening.”

“Oh, my sweet baby girl,” His palm nestles on your cheek. “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m sorry I did something that even made you think about that terrible time. I promise, I’ll be more careful.”

“But you couldn’t have known that was going to set me off. I didn’t even know. This is what I’ve been scared of all along.” His hand moves to rub your back. You take a deep breath.

“We just need to keep working together, and be vocal. I know you don’t know what things may set you off, but let’s try to keep talking through. I can be better about asking if something feels alright.”

“I can’t expect you to do that in the heat of the moment. I want us to be able to get lost in each other, not having to overthink every move.”

“And maybe at some point we’ll get to that place, but right now that’s just not gonna happen.”

“And you’re fine with that?” You say looking at him.

“(y/n), the last thing I ever want is for you to feel unsafe or scared. I would do anything you need to me to do.” You wrap your arms around him.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, so much. Come on, let’s watch some TV.”

Harry winces as he stands up to grab the remote. You get settled, sitting up against his headboard, and he gets on the bed next to you, turning the TV on. He winces again as he adjusts next to you.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want some ice?”

“No, no, I’ll be fine. Don’t think I’ve ever been chomped down on quite like that before.” He chuckles. “Nearly kicked ya in the stomach.” You cozy up to him, and he puts an arm around you.

“Well, thanks for refraining.”

“What do you feel like watchin’?”

“Anything’s fine, oh! Let me log in to my Disney+.” You hear Harry slightly suck his teeth. “What?”

“Nothin’…what exactly do you want to watch on there?” You yank the remote from him to download the app on his smart TV.

“I have the urge to watch Boy Meets World, ever watch it growing up? Did you watch a lot of American TV?”

“Here and there. Watched a lot more of it here once I was in school. What exactly is Boy Meets World about?”

“Well, it was a show on ABC, Disney owned. It’s about this boy named Cory who just learns about life. He has an older brother and a little sister. A best friend named Shawn, and then there’s Topanga.”

“Topanga?”

“Mhm, but since you’ve never seen it, I won’t spoil it for you. Guess we’ll watch from the beginning. He’s in like sixth or seventh grade I think. The kids were so cute.”

“How long did it run for?”

“Like seven seasons! They show them through their second year of college.”

“Wow. All the same actors stay?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”

“So cute you think you had a choice.” You giggle, and turn the show on. “Just kidding, if you didn’t want to watch it, I wouldn’t make you.”

“How considerate.”

You two stay cozy together as you watch at least four episodes of the show. You loved binging television, but you could tell Harry was getting bored, or at least tired. You both get up to do your nightly routine.

“I wanna hold ya tonight, but please don’t rub up against me, I’m afraid it’ll it hurt.”

“Do you want me to just hold you?”

“No, I wanna hold you. Just gotta be careful.”

You turn over, and he wraps his arms around you, nestling into your hair, which was now down. You both sigh with happiness and comfort as you both slowly drift off.

//

You and Harry head to the mall around ten the next morning. There were a ton of things still on sale from Black Friday, so you were excited about treating yourself to some new underwear. You head upstairs to the Aerie, and Harry stops short before entering, almost making you lose your balance.

“Right, so…how long you think you’ll be?” You blink at him. “What?”

“You’re not coming in with me? Please don’t tell me the man who walks around with nail polish and jewelry is afraid of an underwear store.”

“M’not afraid…just didn’t know if you needed some privacy is all.”

“You’ve seen my panties before, it’s fine. Besides, you can help me pick some stuff out.”

There were plenty of other guys in there with their girlfriends, it wasn’t really a big deal. Harry just didn’t want to be one of those guys who was so possessive he needed to go into his girlfriend’s underwear store. But she wanted him there, so he slowly followed her in.

There was a large round bin in the middle that said “8 for $30!” making you jump right for it. You rummaged through the pile of medium sized briefs and slowly found ones you liked.

“Any particular style you’re looking for?” Harry asks, trying to be helpful.

“Um, well, I like the cheeky bottom, like these.” You hold a pair up to show him and he blushes, picturing you wearing them.

“I can get eight pair, so I’d like at least get four of this style, then the other four I get a couple more thongs, those are always good to replace. Oh! This one is so cute!” You hold up a black lace thong, making Harry’s cheeks grow even redder. “Can never go wrong with black lace, never.”

Once you’re satisfied with your panties, you stuff them into a basket, and head to the back of the store where the bras were. A sales associate comes up to you.

“Can I help you find anything?”

“You know, I think I need to be measured again. I feel like I’m in between sizes right now. Everything has been feeling kind of tight. I haven’t gained any weight, that I know of.”

“Oh sure! We can definitely have someone measure you. One moment, let me check the dressing rooms.” You turn around to look at Harry as she walks away, his mouth agape.

“What?”

“What exactly does getting measured entail?”

“They take you into a fitting room and use a measuring tape. Then you tell them what style of bra you wear, and then they bring you some to try on. It’s not complicated.”

“Are you bare chested when they do it?”

“What?! No!” You laugh. “My shirt will stay on.”

“Miss? We’re ready for you.” The woman smiles.

“Here, hold this for me.” You hand Harry the basket, and before he can protest you vanish into the back.

He’s thoroughly embarrassed. He watches the associate come out a few moments later to grab a few different bras. Some lace, some for wearing under a t-shirt, and some sports bras. He swears he heard you laugh at some point, but he wasn’t sure. Eventually you come out, and take the basket from him.

“Okay, I know what I need now, I think they’re on this wall.”

“Please, don’t ever leave me like that again. People kept giving me weird looks.”

“You know, most guys like coming in here.” You shake your head at him, and grab some bras.

“Well, how did your fitting go.”

“Good.” You shrug. “Figured out why I was spilling out of some of my bras.” You grab a few bras that are padded, but don’t have wire in them, and some new lace bras as well. Then move to another wall with sports bras that zip up in the front.

“Why was that?”

“Went up a cup size.” You shrug again.

“So…what exactly are you now?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “We might find ourselves in a bra emergency one day, this is info I need.” You laugh.

“I went from a C to a D, okay?”

“You didn’t realize?”

“Not really, sometimes they just grow and shrink over time. I was a B when I first got to college, graduated a C. If they keep getting bigger though I don’t know what I’ll do.”

“You don’t want big boobs?”

“Honestly? No. My back hurts, and I have such a small frame, big boobs just look weird on me. Half the time I have to buy dresses and shirts one or two sizes up just to make room. It’s annoying.” You sigh and grab what you need, and head to the checkout counter.

Harry loved your body so much, every dip, every curve, every dimple, every mark. He never really stopped to think that there were actually things you didn’t like about your body.  

“You’re in luck! These ones are buy one, get one.” The cashier says.

“Oh great! I have a coupon on my phone too.”

Harry also couldn’t believe how complicated buying women’s underwear was. He thought it was just cup sizes, but there’s a lot of numbers involved. He made sure to note that you were a 34D, and no longer a 36C.

“$100 even is your total.” His jaw nearly dropped, even with the discounts and coupons that sounded expensive. “Oh wow! Way less than what I was expecting.” He looked at the two of you like you were crazy. The pink tax was alive and well. The cashier hands you a cute bag with all your things wrapped inside, and then grabs a small box.

“For being such a valued member of Aerie, and spending over $100 today, you have earned this box full of makeup samples!”

“Yay! I love your guys’ makeup. It’s so light.”

“There’s mascara, a reusable makeup remover cloth, eyeshadow, and a couple other things.”

“Thanks!” You stuff the small box into your bag, and head out. “I love free samples.” You say looking at him as you walk out of the store. He wanted to tell you it wasn’t really free, but he didn’t want the smile on your face to fade.

“Feeling satisfied with your purchase?”

“Yes, thank you for coming in with me. Is there anywhere you wanna go? You like shoppin at J. Crew right?”

“Got all I need from there a couple months ago, remember?” He smiles at you.

“Right. Oh! You know what would be great?”

“What?”

“Let’s go into bed, bath, and beyond. There’s something I wanna get for your bed.”

“My bed?”

“Mhm.” You smile at him, and take his hand.

When you get to the store, you get to the section you’re thinking of right away. You were near sheets and pillows. Harry had no idea what you thought his bed needed.

“Aha! Found it!” You point to the aisle that had a bunch of different bed toppers. “You know how you’re always saying my bed is so cozy? Well this is why. I have this exact memory foam egg crate. You just put it on under your sheets, and it makes a world of difference.”

“How do you discover these things?”

“I had a friend in college that had one on his bed, on those uncomfortable blue beds they give you. Got one for myself and I never had a bad night’s sleep in school again.”

“Alright, let’s pick one out.” You grab the one you think will make the most sense, and don’t let Harry take it from me. “I hope you don’t think you’re paying for that.”

“Consider it an early Hanukkah gift.” You wink at him, and walk quickly ahead of him to the checkout line. Taking out your card as fast as you can. He rolled his eyes at you, but kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you, it’s very sweet of you.”

“You’re welcome baby. Here you can carry it now.”

//

When you got home, or back to Harry’s, you helped him put the egg crate on his bed. You too flopped onto it once it was made up again.

“It’s like laying on a marshmallow.” He says, making you giggle. “Thanks again.”

“You’re more than welcome, happy to do it.”

“Now it’ll really feel like I’m in your bed the couple nights I can’t be.”

“Does it bother you that we stay over at my place more?”

“Not at all! I love your place.”

“I just feel bad is all, you paying for a place you barely sleep at anymore.”

“S’not that expensive of an apartment. Plus it’s nice to come back to when I need to get more intricate work done.” He shrugs, reaching for the remote to turn the TV on. “Besides, won’t be back and forth like this forever.” What was he hinting at? The very thing that you felt your mind wandering to every morning you woke up with him. Harry often thought about moving in with you, you were practically living together already. He knew it was still a little too soon to be talking about it, but a few hints here and there to show you that, that was down the road was nice.

“Yeah.” You smile, and cozy up to him. “Definitely won’t be forever.”

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #fluff #smut #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #take it slow

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ELLADINE SARABI

IG info/bio: @/ellasardineabi | 18.5k followers | Artist | i was born with glass bones and paper skin♡

25 years old

Born & raised in Cardiff, Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Father was in the n*vy and moved his family around a few times until he and his wife came to a agreement that it would be best for the family to grow up in one solid place

whereas he would leave for months at a time living elsewhere

Which was hard on the family at times since he is viewed as the rock of the family

He eventually left the n*vy after serving 20 years & was so thankful to, he hated it and how it messed with him mentally

He’s also of Iranian heritage

Her mother is of German heritage

Has her own restaurant that serves authentic German food

Both of her parents instilled hard work, discipline, generosity, and how to be practical in their children

Elladine is the middle child

Has a brother that is ten years older than her and then a younger sister who is seven years behind her

Canon: there is currently a discussion going on if they are going to bring their (maternal) nan/mam-gu home since the nursing home isn’t providing the proper care their nan needs

Her mother has a rocky relationship with her mother that she doesn’t like to discuss with her children but her husband knows all about it

Her nan has Alzheimer's and is becoming violent

it has become difficult seeing her most days

Elladine came into glassblowing after being involved in many classes in secondary such as workshop class

which became her fav since she was able to manipulate many materials such as metal, wood, and glass

She also took a auto body class which was interesting but she wasn’t too thrilled about it. Got away with a B- but knew she could do better if she really wanted to but she didn’t need the class to graduate so allow it

Currently works in a glass studio where her work is displayed/sold and she’s one of the main ones that makes great profit

has bought her own space for her own studio and is slowly making it to her liking with her assistant, yes she’s got one!

Hopes to be in that space within the next 6 months...it would have been a little sooner if we weren’t dealing with a global p*ndemic!!! but ya know life f*cking sucks sometimes!!!1!!:) especially if people don’t gaf

Moved back in with her parents so that she could not only help with her nan but get her studio ready, her parents approved since she was working towards something and realized her talent

I definitely see elladine going through a grunge phase and it probably still slips out every now and then lol

Her childhood room is still in shades of raspberry, gray, and a deep purple

always been plus-sized/fuller than the rest but it’s literally hereditary since her mom is built the same way who got it from her dad

Her family never made her feel ashamed as they shouldn’t and none of her true friends made her feel different since they were all of different sizes!!! besides who’s really friends with someone because of their bodies? Ur really ugly if that’s how u roll js

Always a respectful student and not too afraid to spark up a convo with you but can be a little nervous if the person is more of a “I have to warm up to you first” since she’ll feel like she’s annoying you if she carries the convo at first

Takes her time in relationships because she’s scared of getting hurt, cause breakups are not fun! Especially if theyre your friend on top of that

Although Friendship breakups are much worse let’s be honest here!!!

Has noticed that a few of her exes like to bring up that she’s controlling or too bossy in relationships and that makes her a little insecure since she doesn’t view it that way??

She knows what she wants and likes things a certain way, and she can see how it can kinda come off that way based on how she approaches/says things and tries to be better at toning it down and not being offensive to her significant others

Always has a plan and likes to follow it, she definitely keeps to-do lists on a daily

Takes trips to see Nicky often and vice-versa, every moment they spend together feels like it’s meant to be, even when it’s them just simply chilling in each other’s spaces, he’s truly one of her best friends and he feels like the missing part of her life

He offered for her to move in with him but elladine didn’t accept it since she wanted to be there to help with her nan and in fact—she wanted to be the one to ask HIM to move in with her

but if they make it long enough, they’ll go house hunting together...maybe

I get Shawn/Angela relationship vibes from them (boy meets world for those who aren’t aware of this couple and I’m not just saying this because they’re interracial as well lol) did I say this already about someone else? Brain fart lol

everyone relationship has their flaws so when they hit a bump in the road...elladine immediately wants to fix it but it comes off as more critiquing, moodiness/blaming the other

while Nicky can be defensive/argumentive/a little condescending on his end

To get through it, they normally go on a walk together in complete silence until they’re ready to speak again or they take a break from each other

I think words of affirmation is her love language

Taurus sun + Virgo moon + Capricorn rising?

“The girl on the motorcycle” is one of her fav films — no this is not metaphoric to her love life

Loves watching things with captions on since she always finds herself doing something else while watching anything (which irks Nicky a little bit but that’s just the way elladine is and he loves her so he deals with it)

Will rewind something if she missed it too

Canon: never had morning sex before

but can now say she has ;) & understands the pros people say about it and it outweighs the cons in her book

Will start the whole song over too if she missed her fav part in it

She also enjoys billiards since her brother used to work in a pool hall and when he had to watch her because she was “too young” in her words to stay home by herself he would take her there even tho technically she wasn’t supposed to be there but he was screwing his boss’s daughter so it was quite fine

her sister has a crush on Gary & ships elladine with him, which they joke about every now and then + he doesn’t follow her back, which is okay! Not a big deal but her sister keeps sliding in his dms (he’s now single)

She NEVER thought she would be on THE love island and wasn’t that confident that she’d find a real love that carried on outside of the show but Nicky has proven her wrong 🥲

She’s 5’5–5’6

Probably shops at Zara & top shop and has no issue picking pieces that flatter her “pear” figure, she loves all that is of her body: the pudge, love handles, cellulite and all (she’s very confident and won’t let anyone see her moments of doubt when it comes to her frame)

Loves mythology but will tell bill stfu if he comes near her trying to argue about anything in that subject

Very competitive and will rush through certain things, leaving one to think that she’ll fail somewhere but rarely does

If she’s not near or away from the mountains or the sea for long period of time she gets very moody!!! Guess that’s the Welsh in her huh?

Loves fireplaces, they’re super cozy and very romantic if you catch ella’s drift 😏

Probably smells like jasmine & pink pepper idk

Wants to travel to Iceland one day

Knows her way around a car but dreads having to get it fixed or fixing it herself?

Loves driving until her road rage kicks in? Oh you’re gonna go around her to get in front of her? Never that. She’ll always be in front of you and will break check you if you try her “Drewgi” she mutters

Early riser and goes to bed early too lol

She’s the crying drunk lmao

Automatically vieve has become one of her best friends from the villa but it deff didn’t feel forced like it normally would have just because their bfs have a podcast together, they talk about everything together. EVERYTHING! It feels like she’s the big sister she never had, yet they’re only a year apart lol

They have ft sleepovers and man is it fun!

Forgave lily but at the same time can’t fully see herself being friends with her like vieve tried to encourage before they went on the yacht...sorry everything can’t be Kumbaya over here sis

It sucks to say but it was easier? She doesn’t know if that’s the right term or not... for her to forgive rafi than it was lily and it’s fucked up but that’s the way it is. It’s not like she contacts him on seperate messages or anything like that! She’ll talk to him via group chat and that’s pretty much it. She knows it was all part of the show and production’s bs for ratings but that doesn’t mean it still didn’t hurt

Wishes him success on his shows/movies but doesn’t engage/watch them

What does she post? I feel like she posts maybe three times a month and a lot are outfit pics but tends to go live more so to chat with the people! She’ll also show all what glassblowing entails while chatting away! She loves that part and is pretty open about things but knows how to keep some things private

Personally wasn’t the biggest fan of season 1 but admits she wishes she had mc’s balls in terms of what she would have done if she was in elladine’s place when lily picked Nicky, “ugh! I wish I had her strength rising through my veins in that moment. Absolute riot. Adore her.”

‘“Licky” is a ugly ass ship name anyways so who’s really winning here?!’

Celeb crushes? Iwan Rheon, Henry Zaga, Anthony Welsh, jason derulo, & LaRoyce Hawkins

Listens to: soleima, Marisa Maino, Ava Max, poppy, Caroline polachek, Donny Hathaway, Phil Good, & SAINt JHN

Anthem — M.I.A. “Bad Girls”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg elladine #litg Nicky #litg genevieve #litg oc #litg mc #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #litg rafi #litg boat party #litg lily #litg moodboard #I like elladine and I’m in love with her design #wish they did more with her and many of the other characters too! #I hope this was sorta satisfactory lol! #can you tell I’m running out of artists and celebs/well known ppl lol!