#the only thing he doesnt bring are bowling shoes

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Brucie: [twirling his bangs and holding a pint glass of beer between his fingers from the base like a wine glass] ha ha, wait, no stop, you are soooo funny! Omg, thank you all so much for inviting me this time! So... okay, wait, explain the rules to me one more time?

Bruce, aside: Jim, you do realize, I'm about to brutally and viciously murder the entire GCPD bowling team, an utterly complete floor-wiping the likes of which their reputation will never recover from?

Gordon: You kidding? This betting pool is about to pay my rent for the next three years.

#you know this bitch shows up in an obnoxiously expensive brand name tailored bowling shirt #custom fit bowling ball and bag an everything #the only thing he doesnt bring are bowling shoes #just to play up the 'OMG no WAY. what to you mean i cant play in my louis vuittons? what was th... i have to RENT them?!?! how... quaint.' #brucie wayne #bruce wayne #batman #jim gordon #commissioner gordon

[quicksilverdaisyday]

Ya know i was about to do a whole bit on you about how your banner (the thing at the top of the blog is a banner right with the one person with an eyepatch? Im pretty sure thats a banner) i was gonna do a whole bit about how it reminded me of bobs burgers and if you liked burgers so much maybe you should marry them, but then youre literally out her putting that youre a big fan of bobs burgers on the damn description section like ok alright ive been beaten to my own punch, if this was a school function id be left with no choice but to become the spiker, im bringing in the hard liquor to get these irresponsible fucks drunker than a really drunk person i dont know whose the guy from mtv you know the guy, you probably dont actually i mean what are the odds like zero probably. Anyway bobs bazinga burger? Thoughts? I mean i hate burgers ok ive eaten more burgers than youve learned bug facts which if you dont know a lot of bug facts you should because bugs are cool and also terrifying and knowledge is power but long story short ive eaten more burgers than should be legal, like if you ever watch the movie supersize me i did that for two years straight except usually id only eat once a day because i was too poor to eat real food, this is the deep shoe fuck lore ok you might think im going at this from the pity party direction here but i assure you i am not i am merely validating my street cred when it comes to burgers ok i know burgers inside outside and possibly even inside-out. Anyway listen right he makes the bazinga burger, spicy pickles, mustard, smash burger, special ingredient? A healthy topping of pickled red onions and cabbage. Bam. Thats good eatin. If youre a believer in bobs bazinga burger gimme a bazinga back ya know its free youre not misleading nobody, nothing bad is gonna happen thats a shoe fuck guarantee, cmon you gotta say bazinga i dropped the hot and heavy lore on ya the loyal fans they gotta be appeased this is like a weekly thing now ok im like one of those guys the weekly comedy segment guys i get on i do my lines the crowd laughs we probably have a very charismatic instrumentalist who rarely speaks and when he does its about the trombone and everyone is like ah im so fascinated about the history of trombone. Ive got a good friend like that love that man holy shit though i dont care about the trombone but i just love him so much that im gonna listen with a smile anyway. Maybe you got a trombone enthusiast in your life i dont know but if you do ya know listen to them cause ya learn a lotta life lessons from trombone players. Probably cello players too. I mean chances are that theyre multi talented, people who are good at music stuff normally are, ya know its a passion thing, like youre out here doing art i bet youre real passionate about the art i bet you got lots of multi disciplinary shit going on behind the scenes like a regular pablo picasso or something ya know clay sculptures, get yourself a kiln man, id love to do pottery, make some pots, mugs, bowls, lil rabbits and the fucking special moments porcelain figures that everyones grandma owns, like do they just like them are they the pokemon of old people? Or are those beanie babies? My grandma does bells, weirdest shit ive ever seen woman just loves her bells i love you grandma but you dont even ring them ya know, theyre just little bells she doesnt want you to ring them. I dont know man. Anyway right, bazinga burger, from bob, bobs bazinga burger you know that shit would sell like hot cakes give it a consider in your mind space mull it over, hit me with a bazinga you wont regret it or your money back, its free though also. Just for the record.

Jasper.

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Double Screwed (So Screwed Part 2) - Erin Lindsay x Upton!Sister!Reader - Chicago PD

So Screwed

Summary: Erin has just found out the girl she kissed and stayed over the night cuddling with is Hailey Upton's sister. And now Hailey Upton is at the door, looking for you.

Request: Maybe for the part two of so screwed you could do a time jump where they started dating and somehow Hailey didnt catch them and one day Hailey want to introduce her sister to the team and Erin is there on a case and she is hurt and Hailey doesnt know why her sister is so worried about Erin?

Previously...

A quick comparative glance explained everything as you stirred in Erin’s arms, hearing a knock at the door.

“Y/n? Are you up yet?” a familiar voice enquired from the outside of your apartment. Hailey’s voice.

You were Hailey’s younger sister.

Hailey was at the door.

Erin was in your apartment, in your clothes.

She was screwed.

///

"Ah, shit!" You exclaimed, climbing out of Erin's arms to run to the door, gesturing for Erin to head to the bathroom as you followed after hiding carefully hiding Erin's things.

"Hailey, I'll meet you at the brunch place, okay? I'm kinda... busy, right now..." You grimaced slightly as Erin raised an eyebrow, realising what type of story you were coming up with to deter Hailey from entering your apartment.

"Oh... oh... seriously? I didn't need to know-"

"And I've been scarred for life after walking in on you and Jay, so take that as a courtesy. I'll meet you at the brunch place at 11, okay?" You retorted, hearing Hailey agree before she left, you let out a sigh and crouched down to hold your knees to your chest.

Erin approached you after a moment, crouching down next to you as you looked up at her.

"I'm so sorry, that was so... I'm sorry, I forgot Hailey wanted to go for brunch today since it's her day off." You explained, freezing as Erin wrapped her arm around you to pull you into a hug.

///

"Hey, sorry I'm late, the traffic's just- why are you giving me that look?" You raised an eyebrow, twirling the brunch place menu in your hands as you met Hailey's gaze, whilst Jay just chuckled to himself.

"What?" You frowned as Hailey rolled her eyes.

"We were wondering if you were bringing whoever you had over to brunch." Jay teased, whilst you scoffed.

"At least I gave you a warning. You two have scarred me for life on several occasions." You retorted, looking down at the menu to try hide how much your cheeks felt like they were burning.

/// 6 month time jump ///

You were curled up on your couch, checking your emails when your phone chimed.

Erin<3 - on my way with dinner

Y/n<3 - you're the best

You smiled as you heard a knock at the door, detaching from where you were one with the couch to go open the door.

"You're amazing." You leaned into quickly kiss Erin, letting her inside as she held the takeaway bag with one hand, the other going to hold your cheek as you kissed her.

"How was work?" You enquired as you got the bowls from the cupboard, pausing as Erin leaned into you to reach for the mugs.

"The Intelligence Unit your sister is in, that I was in once, they stumbled across something on our radar, so I have to work with them." Erin explained, putting the kettle on as you froze.

"Isn't that kinda a conflict of interest? I mean, Hailey doesn't know we're a thing, in fact, she hasn't properly introduced me to her team. I've only met Jay because he's her partner, in more ways than just professional." You replied, giving Erin a nervous look as you mentioned Jay.

You knew Jay and Erin were a thing, she'd told you after the two of you had been dating for 2 months. The two of you had been dating for 6 months now.

///

"Y/n? Are you home?"

Erin called out as she returned from her first day at work, working alongside Intelligence, specifically your sister, Hailey, and her partner, Erin's ex, Jay.

"In the shower!"

Erin smiled to herself for the first time since work, putting her shoes away and making a beeline to the bathroom.

///

You let out a sigh as the water ran over your body, facing the shower as you wiped your hands over your face.

Goosebumps trailed across your skin as hands gently wrapped around your waist, lips trailing up your shoulder as you hummed.

"Hello, my love." You cooed, turning around to meet Erin's eyes, your hands resting on her shoulders as the water cascaded over the two of you.

/// 5am next morning ///

The buzzing of your phone stirred you from your shared slumber with Erin, your bodies tangled together under the sheets as you reached over to grab it.

"Hailey wants to go for drinks at Molly's when this case you're all working on is over. Do you think we need to tell her we already know each other?" You bit your lip, leaning down to kiss Erin on the forehead as she smirked.

"We tell her we're already acquainted, well acquainted..." Erin cooed, running her fingers over your thigh as you let out a gasp.

"That's just asking for the shovel talk from my sister, and she probably won't look at me if you tell her how acquainted we are..." You replied, pouting as Erin's alarm began to go off, signalling she had to get ready for work.

Your eyes followed Erin's figure as she trailed over to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to raise a tempting eyebrow at you, smirking as you bit your lip, throwing the covers off and hurrying after her.

///

You were sat proofreading a draft of a script you'd been working on when you got the call.

The call that had your stomach doing sommersaults as you answered, abandoning everything to hurry to Chicago Med.

///

"Y/n? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Hailey scrambled to stand up, hurrying over to you as Jay followed, the pair checking you over for injuries. Neither of them saw you looking over their shoulders, trying to get a glance of Erin's condition.

"Is, is everyone okay?" You stumbled over your words, spotting Erin walking out of a treatment room, holding an icepack to her head.

Erin's eyes widened when she realised her emergency contact had been called when she'd gone for a head CT, to rule out a concussion.

The urge to run over to the love of your life overwhelmed you as you met Erin's eyes, seeing her panic before Voight walked over to talk to her.

"Y/n? Hey, are you okay? You look like you're going to be sick." Hailey's hand went to your forearm, her thumb rubbing circles into it as you met her gaze, taking a deep breath.

"I thought, I thought one of you got hurt..." You explained, running your free hand down your face.

"Adam got a few grazes and Erin just narrowly avoided a concussion... I don't think you've met Erin, actually, uh-"

"Hails, it's okay, I need to head back, I have a video meeting about a script..." You stated, watching Erin from the corner of your eye before Hailey hugged you and let you leave.

///

Hailey: case is done, how about we get that drink at Molly's?

Y/n: sure, are you heading there now?

Hailey: Jay and I can pick you up?

Y/n: I already have a ride, I'll see you there!

Hailey: since when?

read: 19:47

///

Hailey and Jay exchanged looks as you walked into Molly's, grinning at something Erin had said as she walked in with you.

"Erin was your sister's ride?" Jay frowned, observing how you and Erin were so wrapped up in each other's worlds that neither of you had realised Hailey and him were there.

"I think she's more than my sister's ride." Hailey pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Erin's hand on the small of your back.

It was only when you looked at Erin, spotting Hailey and Jay from the corner of your eye that panic ran through you.

You were both screwed. Double screwed in fact.

#erin lindsay x reader #erin lindsay imagine #hailey upton x reader #hailey upton x sister!reader #chicago pd x reader #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd #erin lindsay #hailey upton imagine #upstead #hailey upton x jay halstead #one chicago imagine #one chicago #one chicago x reader #queer one chicago

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

Grandparents Day

Hi!!! Sorry for posting it then deleting it, I decided I didn’t want to post it now I want to! So sorry about that haha:) this is just the styles family going to the park and visiting the grandparents! I hope you enjoy 💕

Today Y/n and Harry are leaving their cozy cottage and scoundering out into the real world, leaving the home-y confines of their cottage and going to visit the grandparents for a late lunch.

They are having a picnic out at the park, Harry offered to host it at their cottage and have it out in their backyard- claiming the flowers and plants would make great scenery, But the family had denied. They said the four needed to get out and see more people than the customers at the farmers market.

The couple of course agreed, renting out a park pavilion for the day and packing up their contribution of the picnic foods. “Come on, my love, mummy made sun tea!” Harry coos, holding Violet's hand and hoisting her up into her booster seat.

“Yummy!” She cheers, letting Harry clip her in the seat securely. Harry buckles it right under her chest, making sure the big buckle is positioned correctly. “Comfy?” Harry questions, holding a thumb up for her. She smiles widely, showing her small baby teeth and sticking her tiny thumb up for him. “Good!” She cheers, Harry smiling and softly tickling her belly, kissing her cheek then brushing his hand from her hair to her cheek, softly giving it a pinch before he shoots her a wink, softly closing the door.

Y/n walks out, the picnic basket in her hand along with Forest laying in her arm. “I’ve got that, sunshine” Harry hums, pushing up his glasses and grabbing the picnic basket from her hands, the kids diaper bag balanced on top of it. He places it in the back, Y/n thanking him and buckling Forest into his bus seat.

**

“Come on, sweet pea. Let’s get you out of the bus!” Harry coos, pulling Violet out of the bus seat and resting her on his hip. He circles to the back of the bus, grabbing the diaper bag and the wooden picnic basket, heading toward the big pavilion entry. Y/n walks a couple steps ahead of him, guiding the way while he hauls the food behind her.

“Hello!” Harry’s mum greets, making the man look up with a smile. “Hi!” He sings, his wife offering her a polite smile while she deals with a slightly fussy Forest. Y/ns parents greet them, the styles family making their way over to the picnic table. “Go see nana!” Harry coos, letting Violet slip down from his hip and land on her feet, padding away on the concrete flooring to go visit her grandparent, getting her cheeks pinched and dollars slipped to her behind her parents backs.

They all finally greet each other, laughs and conversations laying over the other until they all settle down and take their seats on the old red chipping bench of the picnic tables. Harry pulls Violet on his lap, making sure she’s not running off and getting lost. (She likes to do that when they go off to the park- which isn’t often.) Harry slides her plate toward her, the girl's sippy cup full of sun tea, balanced between her chubby hands.

“It's time to eat, sunshine.” Harry announces to violet, pulling her next to him on the picnic table bench. She stretches her little neck to look at the array of food everyone had brought. She makes quick grabby hands for the fruit sandwiches Harry hand prepared for the outing. Harry catches her in the act and grabs her hand before she can shove a bite into her mouth, pulling her hand away and kissing the back of it, shoving an orange baby spoon in her hand instead. He puts a small portion of summer pasta on her plate, the girl forming a tight pout on her lips before she stabs the pasta and shoves it in her mouth angirly, mad her daddy didn't let her have dessert first.

“How is the farm?” Anne asks while she holds Forest, holding a sleepy baby in one arm and feeding herself with the other, something the youngest parents out of the group have mastered.

Y/n finishes her bite, wiping her mouth off on the floral printed napkin before answering annes question. “Everything is good. We sold a bunch at the farmers market a couple weeks ago.” Harry nods along, serving himself while everyone passes the bowls and plates of food around, complimenting each other on their dishes quietly. “We’re thinking of getting some bunnies. Violet would love it.” Harry adds, violet instantly snapping her head up at the mention of adding the fluffy white animal to the family farm. “Bunnies?!” she asks, making the group laugh.

“Yep,” Harry says, licking his thumb and rubbing red sauce from her face, the little girl's face scrunching up while she pushes his large hand away. “You're gonna eat them?” Y/n’s dad asks, the family shaking her head, violet getting visibly upset by the questions. They dont eat bunnies! Bunnies are for petting and loving. “No, just have them as pets. We dont eat meat, we haven't for a while.” Harry informs, violet being his little sidekick and nodding along to every word he has to say.

“So are you getting them?” Anne asks, Violet looking up at Harry with so much hope. She loves bunnies, she draws them all the time, it's just one big circle, a smaller one for the head, then four tiny ones for the feet and a happy face made with two dots and a curved line but it's a bunny to her and she loves it. “...yeah,” the father slowly nods. Y/n gives him sharp eyes. They were supposed to surprise Violet and Forest with the new addition to their farm, even though forest wouldn't be that enthusiastic, he's only four months old.

“What about preschool? Are you going to send her to preschool?” y/n’s mum barges into the conversation, always nagging at her daughter to get the kids out. They do get the kids out, just not often. They have playdates and go to the park to socialize with the other kids but they are usually inside and if they do leave they stay together, no disturbing the people around them.

“Were still deciding on whether to homeschool her or send her to Harry's old preschool.” Y/n answers her nons nagging questions. She would love for Violet to stay with them, it's not like she wants to go out and see all these kids, she's a very antisocial toddler. She is shy and nervous around new people, if it's not her mummy, daddy, and little brother she usually doesn't prefer to be around them for long periods of time.

“Just let the kid breathe! She probably wants to be with other kids ever not and then, you know.”

Y/n tries not to get frustrated but she doesn't need people telling her how to parent, especially when they dont know how her child feels being around people that arent her immediate family.

Y/n sighs, rubbing her eyes. “Violet doesn't like being around other people for a long time. I dont want to send her away for three hours a day to a place where she isn't comfortable. Especially when we are already teaching her stuff at home and she is doing great.” she argues back, harry pulls a hand on the small of her back and rubs softly. He knows she gets annoying about things like this, she is usually a very zen person.

Harry 100% backs her up on this. He knows how anxious his little one can get when she is around new people- or people who aren't her parents. Why would they send her off to a preschool when they can teach her ABC’s at home, how to write her name, counting, and even more that they teach at a preschool. They can have one on one time with their child when the teacher wouldn't be able to focus on just one child at a time. They even get to teach her more about the animals, show her what noises animals make and what colors they are up close and personal.

“I think it would just be nice for her to make some friends,”

Harry senses some trepidation, and he doesn't want Violet to watch her mumma and grandma to get into a disagreement. Not that it would get ugly, Harry just prefers his kids ears aren't around bad language, and when a disagreement happens the adults tend to get loose lips.

“Hey, are you done? Let's go play, you can eat this on the swings.” Harry grabs a fruit sandwich, picking the girl up and excusing them while he walks into the wood chip filled playground. Violet munches on her desert when she slides down bright yellow slides with Harry, sitting on his lap while they both sing out “weeeee!”

Y/n helps everyone pack up, throwing away paper cups and plates in the big rusty trash cans that they had in the pavilion. She watches Harry and Violet chase each other, watching them closely since Violet happens to be a very accident prone (almost) two year old. She keeps to herself while she stuffs drinks back in blue coolers, stuffing their tupperware back in their picnic basket and leaving the sun tea out because they had seemed to enjoy that.

While the rest of the crew cleans up Harry chases Violet around the playground, the black floors being filled with wood chips that were once stuck on little ones shoes, or maybe some naughty kids were bringing them up on the jungle gym to play around in them. “Hey, watch your step, pumpkin!” Harry yells before Violet misses her step and falls over a big black chunky step, falling right into the wood chips. Cries instantly fell from her mouth, she was just trying to run down the playground steps but her chubby legs couldn't keep up.

“Hey,” Harry pouts, sitting on the black step and pulling her onto his thighs. “Are you okay, sweet pea?” Harry asks, dusting off the debris on her knees and hands. She huffs as she cries, her bottom lip poking out while tears roll down her cheek, her nose and cheeks growing pink and hot from her crying. Harry gives her a big pout when he sees her knee bleeding, He hopes she doesnt have a splinter.

“Lets go get you clean your boo boo’s up” Harry mumbles, pulling her up to his chest and kissing all along her hair line, letting her cry in his neck. He walks back up to the pavilion in search of the diaper bag, they have a first aid kit stashed in there, it's a necessity when you have a bambi-like toddler.

y/n watches Harry set down a crying violet, fishing for a first aid kit. “What happened?” she sighs, handing the little girl her sippy cup. Harry glaces up at his wife for a second before looking back down at his toddler, preparing to clean her boo boo’s. “She fell,” he cleans her cuts up only making her cry more, her hands were only scraped, but she had a small cut on her knee. He adds some neosporin, patching on a baby shark bandaid before kissing over her cut.

“All better?” the girl huffs, wiping her tears. She looks at her knee, holding up two fingers like she's going to pinch something, Harry laughs. “Lets go sing baby shark somewhere else, your nana might give me a boo boo.”

Y/n laughs, Harry kissing her and Forest's head before they sit on the park bench together, their singing still heard.

The grandparents all swarm over the free child, watching him sleep peacefully. Y/n laughs awkwardly, hoping that Harry would be back soon to distract them or so Violet could play with them. “Are you putting this one in pre school?” Y/n scoffs at her mothers nagging, surprised it's only been an hour of hearing nagging about their kids.

“He's a real momma's boy. He's gonna be a heartbreaker.'' Robin laughs, making Y/n smile and laugh, her boy isn't dating because no one's ever gonna be good enough.

They decide to join the rest on the playground, the men playing with violet- or Harry pushing Violet on the swing while the men talk to him. Anne and Y/n’s mom join her on the park bench, the small boy finally waking up from his long nap. They talk about the farm and the kids while the sun sets, loud giggles from violet fill the park while Harry pushes her higher and higher. “It's beautiful out,” Anne says, looking up at the glowing sky, a painting of orange, purple, and blue framing the cloudy sky.

“It is,”

Hiii!! I hope you enjoyed reading part three!! I’m sorry for being a tease and posting it then deleting it. I was in my teasing era. Anyways, thank you for everything, you have all been so fucking amazing, like it shocks me how sweet and supportive you all are, thank you!!! It means so much!!! I love you all. My requests are open, I’m currently writing part four and then I will be putting out a blurb about when y/n was pregnant with Forest after part four is out. Thank you for everything!!!

#cottagecore!forest #cottagecore!harry #cottagecore!y/n #dadrry #dad!harry #Harry #Harry styles #Harry styles blurb #Harry styles one shot #Harry blurb #harry one shot #Harry imagine #Harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #Harry x reader

[stellarune]

ayup, time for a dadwin bullet fic

it's late at night, and keefe can't stay there anymore. he's tried, he's tried *so fucking hard* to deal with this, he's tried so fucking hard to ignore his dad and the things he did, but he can't anymore. he just can't. he needs to get out and do something else or he feels like something will have to give, and he doesn't want that thing to be him.

he considers his options. Grady and edlaine, they would take him in if he asked, but it'd be easy enough to find him there. Alden was out of the question. juline and kesler would never tell him not to come, but they had so much on their hands already, he couldnt put that burden on them. he didn't know tiergan well enough to ask.

elwin had told him once "if you need anything, just hail me, doesnt have to be health related", and keefe didnt know how much he believed that, but he crossed his fingers and hoped elwin had meant it, because he was in the foxfire infirmary and hed sleep there if he needed to, but it was far from ideal.

elwin doesnt pick up the first time, and really, keefe shouldnt be surprised. its the middle of the night, and elwin must have been asleep. what *does* surprise him, is that his ahiler starts riging just a few minutes later, as he was starting to doze off.

"hello ?" "hey kid whtas up ?"

keefe almost gives up then and there. he almost hangs up.

"are you busy ? did i, did i wake you up ?" "humhum, thanks for that, i was at my desk and would have had ahorrible crick in my neck tomorrow morning." he takes a deep breath and asks. "can you pick me up ? im at, im at the infirmary." "ill be right there."

only a few seconds later, elwin appears besides him. he openes his arms and keefe all but falls into him, holding on for dear life. theyre not close. he needs the comfort anyways.

elwin doesnt ask, only tells him theyd talk in the morning. keefe all but collapses on the bed, and as unfamliar and cold as it is, he still finds sleep not too long after.

morning is quiet, for a while. keefe woke up early, despite how late hed gone to sleep, and he doesnt dare wake up elwin yet. not when he offered a place to stay with no questions. not when he let him into his home like that. keefe isnt going to give him any reason to send him back. eventually, elwin knocks on his door, and keefe jumps.

elwin makes them breakfast, and keefe is getting antisier by the minute, waiting for the other shoe to drop. elwin clears his throat.

"so. not that i dont like having you, but do you mind telling me whats going on ? you dont have to tell me everything, just, the basics please ?" and so keefe tells him the basics. he tells him he just cant deal with the cold shoulder anymore, that he cant deal with the guilt tripping or just how alone he was in that twoer. and elwin listens, and when hes done, give him a little nod and squeezes his shoulder.

"youre welcome to stay as long as you like, alright ?"

so keefe stays. and things happen, and nothing is perfect, but he feels warmer than he ever had in candleshade.

he breaks a bowl, and he feels his heart drop. this is what makes elwin send him back. this is the one mistake too many. but elwin just asks him if hes hurt anywhere, and gathers the pieces, and everythings alright.

elwin takes him shopping for little trinkets to put in his room. keefe spends a little too long looking at a sketchbook and colored pencils, and elwin throws them in the cart without second thoughts.

keefe brings back a 88% in elvin history. hes anxious all day about it, and he almost invents some excuse to stay out, knowing that elwin will know by now. he comes home and his report card is hung on the fridge, elvin history included.

once, keefe leaves his sktchbook out in the living room. he realises it in the midle of class and almost light leaps right then and there. all day he cant think about anything but the time his parents had torn his drwings up, tossed them in the trash. he rushes home, and he cant find his sketchbook in the living room. he rushes to his room, so he can properly freak out, and its set on his bedside table, as good as new.

elwin isnt always there, soemtimes he works late, but he always makes it a point to at least eat together once everyday, be it breakfast lunch or dinner. sometimes they borrow julines tv and watch a movie.

and if keefe happens to introduce him as his dad that one time, thast nobodys business but his.

#kotlc #dadwin #elwin heslege #keefe sencen #keefe heslege #emotional abuse ment cw #my one kotlc post before i disappear in the void again lmao

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can i ask for teen pregnancy with Sirius being pregnant, doesnt matter if trans or abo. It could be fluff or angst, but about how they would face the problem, would they be happy having a baby young or abort the baby.

((A/N: Fyi, they don't come to a conclusion in this fic. They talk lots and bring up different issues, but they don't decide on anything. This is trans, pregnant Sirius, and (in accordance with the prompt) is a teen pregnancy))

"I am going to commit a murder," Sirius said to himself, staring down at the results from his last hospital visit. The only saving grace in this situation was that his parents hadn't cared enough to ask why he wanted to get a checkup.

"Should I be worried?" Regulus asked, leaning against the doorway.

Sirius startled, hiding the parchment behind his back. "Whatever happened to knocking?"

"Your door was open."

"You should've knocked anyway," Sirius said, even though he knew it was a ridiculous thing to request. Open door meant they didn't have to ask for permission, and that had been the rule for as long as he could remember.

"Uh-huh," Regulus said flatly. "What are you hiding?"

"Do you really expect me to answer that? If I'm hiding something, I'm clearly hiding it for a reason."

"I was hoping that you were hiding it from our parents and not me."

"Well, in this case, I'm hiding it from all of you."

"Does your precious boyfriend count as part of this group?"

Sirius glared at him, hand tightening on the parchment. "Did you need something?"

"Not if you're going to be in such a shite mood."

"Then leave," he said, waving a hand like he could sweep him from the room.

Regulus huffed and rolled his eyes, but he left. He also closed Sirius's door as he went, likely to prove his point about the open door thing.

That was actually a good point. Sirius hadn't closed his door earlier since he'd assumed that the parchment was going to tell him that nothing was wrong and he should just wait it out until he felt normal again-- it's what usually happened when he went to hospital though, which is why he didn't do it very often.

He walked over and locked it, then went back and sat on his bed. Then he read the parchment again.

Pregnant, approximately fourteen weeks. Please schedule a prenatal appointment at your earliest convenience.

He had to talk to James. He folded the parchment and stuck it in his pocket, then shoved his shoes on and headed downstairs. "Hey Dad? I'm going to the Potter's."

"Okay," he said absently, then he looked up. "Everything fine with your hospital results?"

"I'll be fine," Sirius answered, because he would be. It might take a year or so, depending on his post-pregnancy recovery, but he'd be fine.

"Mm." Father looked back down at the newspaper. "Have a good time."

"Thanks," Sirius said, and he continued heading for the floo. It was a good thing his parents only cared about his life in the vague sense that as long as he was alive, they were fine with him doing anything.

He stepped out of the Potter's floo, casting a look around the room. James liked to lounge in there sometimes, so there had been a chance that he wouldn't have to go looking for him and risk running into his parents. Not that the Potter parents were bad. In fact, they were wonderful, but they were unfortunately more involved in their son's life than Sirius's own parents ever bothered to be. If they saw Sirius there, obviously upset, they'd ask, and Sirius, as a general rule, didn't like to lie. He wouldn't be able to brush them off as easily as he'd done to his father.

Sirius chewed on his lip and thought about heading home or just going to Diagon Alley and walking around for a while, but he did need to talk to James about this. And Merlin knew that he'd prefer to get this over and done with than agonize over it all by himself.

He headed to the backyard, assuming that if James wasn't doing his schoolwork for the summer, then he'd be flying. As luck would have it, he didn't run into either of his parents, and James was indeed on his broom in the backyard. It didn't take a full minute for James to notice him standing there, and he flew down to greet him with a bright grin.

"Hey," he said, broom in one hand and grabbing Sirius in a hug with the other. "This is a pleasant surprise."

He moved to pull away, but Sirius tightened his hold so that he couldn't go anywhere.

"Everything okay?" James asked, leaning his broom against the wall so he could hug Sirius back properly.

"I dunno," Sirius said honestly. Was it bad news? He wasn't certain. Was it good news? Well, he wasn't feeling butterflies, that's for sure. It was big news, and he didn't know what he was going to do about it, much less how he felt, so he couldn't be a good judge of if the situation was okay or not.

James didn't push for more information, letting Sirius hug him for as long as he wanted.

As much as Sirius would've liked to stay that way for an hour or so, he did have to do what he came here to do. He let go and pulled the parchment out of his pocket, handing it to James.

James unfolded it, eyes running over the words as he read. It was obvious the exact moment he reached the important information, because he froze. "You're pregnant?"

"Apparently."

"But," James looked up at him, "how's that possible? I mean, we used protection."

"Yeah, but not every time. We did forget once or twice, remember? And we thought 'what's the worst that could happen'?"

"A good reason not to get sloshed before fooling around, I guess," James muttered, looking back down at the parchment.

"Yeah."

"So... am I, like, coming with you to your appointment? When's it for?"

Sirius blinked. "You think I'm much more prepared than I am. I- sodding hell, James, I found out and came straight here."

"Oh. So you don't know what you're doing?"

Sirius shook his head.

"Do you want to figure it out together or do you just want me here for, like, moral support?"

"Oh, you're helping me figure this out. This is your fault, too. You can't weasel out of the decision making."

"I wasn't aware I was trying to weasel out of anything," James said, smiling slightly.

"I was being preemptive."

James leaned in, giving him a slow, sweet kiss. "We'll figure it out. You want to talk about it know or get something to eat?"

"If I say I'm craving ice cream, will you make some sort of pregnancy joke?"

"Er, not if you don't want me to. Non-pregnant people like ice cream too."

"I suppose that's true," Sirius conceded. He felt a lot more sensitive these days, but at least now he knew why. "Don't tell your parents yet, yeah?"

"Yeah, of course. But I mean, how long are we going to try and not tell people? We can't keep something like this hidden for long." He grabbed his broom, and they headed inside.

"Not... very long," Sirius hedged. "Just until we know what we're doing."

"No offense, but what's plan B? Neither of us know anything about pregnancy or babies or giving birth. If we wait until we know what we're doing, you'll have given birth by the time we get around to telling anyone."

"You're making this harder than it needs to be."

James shrugged apologetically. "I didn't mean to. I'm just worried. We can handle most things by ourselves, but this is sort of out of our league, don't you think?"

"Are you kidding? Of course it's out of our league, but I need to know if I'm keeping the baby or not before I start asking people for advice on how to do it."

"Sirius, darling, did I mishear, or are you pregnant?" Mrs. Potter said, making Sirius jump.

Sirius and James both turned to face her with wide eyes. "Erm." There was no graceful way out of this one. He really should've taken a look to make sure they were still alone, but he hadn't thought about it.

Mrs. Potter, because she was a kind woman, took in their shocked and somewhat frightened expressions, and said, "I'm guessing you didn't want anyone to know yet."

Sirius gave a tight nod. If she told his parents... well, he wasn't exactly sure what would happen, but he'd like to be the one to share the news, when the time came. If the time came. After all, if they decided not to have a kid right now, then telling them he was pregnant wasn't really important.

"Okay. I'll pretend I didn't hear a thing." She turned to leave, then paused. "However, if you had any questions, I wouldn't mind answering them, and you know that I wouldn't judge either of you, right?"

Sirius nodded again, not quite as stressed as the last one had been. Then, because that seemed insincere, he said, "I know. Thank you."

Mrs. Potter smiled and left the room so they were alone again.

"Bloody hell," James muttered. "I thought for sure she was going to lecture me about being irresponsible. I think it's because you were around. She really likes you, you know."

"I know," Sirius said with a smarmy grin. Then he got worried again. "I know that she said she wouldn't tell, but what if-"

"But nothing," James interrupted.

"I guess," he said, sighing.

"Ice cream?"

"Please."

They walked to the kitchen and James scooped a bowl for each of them, but he gave Sirius a much larger portion. Then he grabbed sprinkles, because Sirius liked his ice cream with a bit of crunch. He put one bowl and the sprinkles in front of Sirius where he was sat at the table, then grabbed his own bowl and sat down next to him. He gave it a couple spoonfuls before he said anything. "So do you want to keep the baby? I know you've mentioned wanting kids."

"Yeah." Sirius took his spoon and chopped at the ice cream. "It's not like I had any career plans for after Hogwarts, so it wouldn't be the worst thing if I had a kid right now." He stopped poking at the ice cream and sighed. "To be perfectly honest, I always thought that I'd have to convince you to have kids before we're thirty. You've got so many plans for what you want to do, you know? I know it sounds regressive or- whatever, but I want a family of my own. I want to run a household. I have a couple ideas for how to spend my time before all that happens, but it's not like they were dreams or summat."

"So you'd really be happy being a father this young?"

He played with his ice cream some more. "I think so. Wouldn't you?"

"Equal parts happy and terrified. Aren't you worried about doing it wrong?"

"A... little," Sirius said, frowning. "But it's normal nerves; I wouldn't describe myself as terrified. That'll probably come later, when the kid actually pops out. I think that's normal, though."

James didn't say anything for a while, mulling it over. He finished off his ice cream, gave it a few more seconds then said, "It sounds like you want to give this a try."

"I do," Sirius said immediately, "but there's so much to think about. You and me, for one. We still live with our parents. We're not married. I think trying to move out and have a baby at the same time would be a disaster. The sort of disaster where I yell at you for leaving your socks around or summat, and we never get better. And what about school? I wouldn't be able to finish my seventh year, and yeah I don't plan on going on to be an apprentice or a professor, but I'd still like to graduate."

"Mum might be able to answer that one. And we could both live here, couldn't we? I doubt my parents would mind. Dad's been telling me that he'd like it if I stuck around for a few years after I graduate, anyways. Not to mention, with how much they like you, they'd probably be over the moon if you were here all the time."

"I'm not going to assume that."

"We can ask." He saw Sirius tense up a little at that, so he revised it. "Or I can ask. My parents, our house, after all. If we were talking about living in your place, I would sort of expect for you to ask."

He expected for Sirius to agree, but instead, he shook his head. "We're in this together, so we should ask together."

"And that's only if you decide that you'd rather put off kids for a couple years. I mean, we don't have to rush this, but we don't have to wait another ten years either. If the only thing that's worrying you is school, then we could start trying to have a kid after we graduate. Or if it's the living situation, we could move in together after we graduate, and then give it a year so that we know how to be together when we're not still living with our parents. This isn't an all or nothing situation."

"That's true," Sirius said, adding more sprinkles to his bowl and stirring it all together. "I just- this might sound horrible, but I don't want to wait. I still want to graduate without worrying about making all my classes, but I don't want to put off having a kid because of it." He sighed, shoulders hunching in slightly like he needed to protect himself.

James chewed on the inside of his cheek, stomach churning. It's not like he disagreed with Sirius's decision for his life, but, "I don't know if I'm ready to be a father. I know that we've talked about it before, but I thought I'd have a couple years to get ready-- read parenting books and shite, y'know? I don't want to be a bad husband or a bad father, and I'm just- I'm sodding terrified, Sirius. What if we have a kid now and we're not ready? I'm not saying no," he added quickly, "but I'm worried."

"I know what you mean; I'm worried too. Again, I think it's normal, but if you disagree, you can talk to your mum about it. Hopefully she'll be able to tell us."

"Yeah. I'm sure it's a good thing that she found out so she can answer some questions, but I'm still... I dunno," Sirius said with a sigh. "I have so many questions, and they're all twisted around each other. Like, do I really need to know about where we'd live if there's no way for me to graduate early or take my exams late? Because if I can't do that, then I wouldn't need to know about where we'd live, but there's no point in asking about exams unless we have a plan in place for where we'd go from there. And even if there was something in place for me, what about you? I wouldn't want to have the baby and then you go back to Hogwarts every day for classes."

"So we should see if we can both graduate early," James said, but Sirius shook his head.

"I'm not going to ask you to do that. Besides, what about Moony and Wormtail? They'll die if we both vanish."

James was about to say that their friends would be perfectly fine without their presence, but he kept his mouth shut. He didn't know how he had missed it before-- likely he was too busy from his own thoughts about Sirius being pregnant and the possibility of raising a baby within the year-- but Sirius didn't want answers right now; he wanted to talk about every eventuality and complain. The solution would come later. "Well, to be fair, anyone would die if they suddenly had to live without you."

"Don't think you'll make me feel better by flattering me," Sirius said, but it was obvious that he was fighting a smile.

#prongsfoot #marauders #fanfic #sirius black #james potter #no voldemort au #filled #established relationship #hogwarts time #siriuslystarbucks

[soulwillower]

kool aid • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)   

requested: some daddy kink richie? 😳    +    okay, wait, but- richie with a daddy kink, i-  +  hi, can you do a daddy kink richie smut please! i love your stuff, it’s so good!

warnings: swearing, smut, oral sex (male receiving), daddy kink, dirty talk bc its richie, degradation, use of the word slut like once, shower sex, unedited

[losers + reader are 18+]

2.8k words

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in your defense, richie did this to himself and you. he was the one who had started this whole thing, who had planted that fucking seed in your head and unintentionally nurtured it until it sprouted into a full-grown desire.

the first time was so, so innocent. it meant less than nothing, and yet it threw you for a full 180.

you were at dinner with the losers and you and bill hadn't had enough money to get anything to eat. richie had insisted that the two of you both get anything you wanted. “daddy’s paying tonight.” he’d said with a smirk and a wink directed at you and bill. the two of you had groaned and thrown balled up paper napkins at him but he’d just laughed. you’d hoped your face wasn’t nearly as red as you felt it was, because that would certainly give yourself away. he can’t know how hot you thought richie calling himself daddy was. and he’d been doing it ever since. 

you’re still thinking about that day when your front door opens suddenly, making you bound over to the balcony on your stairs.

"y/n?" richie calls into the empty foyer of your house, making you chuckle from your spot on the banister. he looks up to where you stand and shoots you a grin as he toes off his shoes, gesturing around him. 

"am i supposed to be impressed that you’re here?" you ask teasingly, lifting a brow. he just shrugs, gesturing instead to himself as he walks up the stairs slowly towards you. "daddy's home. you're not excited to see me?"

you have to stifle your breath hitch by covering it up with a laugh. "not enough to warrant whatever it is you're thinking. this isn't even your home, trashmouth." you state, swallowing down your flustered cheeks with an eye roll and grin, ignoring the butterflies as his fingers graze your arms sweetly.

whatever you expect to come out if his mouth next, its not what he says. “y/n, can we make some cake?”

you blink at richie in confusion. “why would we do that? i know exactly how that would go down, rich.” you say with a playful glare as you pass him, walking down the stairs and maintaining eye contact with the boy. you both know you cant say no to him.

“what ever do you mean?” he says in a high, lilted voice. the slight british twinge makes you huff a laugh as you walk into the kitchen, pulling ingredients out while richie grabs a full pitcher of koolaid from your fridge and then sits on your counter.

“look at you, you’re useless.” you mutter, gesturing to him.

“mm, i’m not useless, sugar. i got this mouth. im keeping you company, am i not?” he reasons as you measure out the flour into the mixing bowl.

“well your dumb mouth is useless. fuck you and your trash mouth. i dont know why i’m doing this for you.”

your words are enough for him to slide off the counter and saunter closer to you. you try not to heat up under his gaze. “why dont i help, then?” he says sarcastically. you shake your head, eyeing him like you’re sizing him up.

“no, i change my mind. you’ll just fuck it up.” you stick out your tongue after and it makes him smirk, reaching for the bowl and tossing a pinch of flour at him.

he sputters as he watches you in annoyance and a grin. “oh, you’ve done it.” he mutters. your hands both shoot out to grab the bowl of flour and you struggle a bit, watching each other with determined eyes. 

it doesnt last very long though as he gets a better grip. he drops it on the counter though, and you only have a second to watch as his hand shoots out to grab the pitcher.

and then, he tosses the kool aid at you. you feel like you’ve been hit with the worlds most room-temperature wave of sugary water and you almost scream. “richie!” you hiss as you stare at him in disbelief, bright red and sugary drink coating your face and body. you can feel the liquid inside your shirt and he laughs loudly. you want to punch him.

“you’re fine. look, go take a shower. im sorry.” he says through a grin, grabbing you to bring you up to your shower. you push him, angry. “baby, come on. daddy’s sorry.” he says with a laugh.

your cheeks glow as you glare at him, letting him drag you upstairs, “i’m not your baby, rich.”

he just smirks to himself.

you’re still holding the half-full kool aid pitcher as you stand in your bathroom, richie watching you expectantly. “richie what are you going to do while i’m showering?” you ask him, your eyes watching yourself strain the kool-aid off your hair and into the sink.

“i’ll just stay in here.” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. you snap, grabbing the pitcher and tossing its contents up at him. he screeches like a child upon impact and stares at you, disbelieving, afterwards.

“y/n!” he says, mad. his eyebrows are furrowed, cheeks puffing out as sticky red kool aid sifts from the top of his dark curls.

“what? at least you wore contacts today, so you’re welcome.” you say with a cocky smile, happy that he’s riled up. he shakes his head, not even sure what you mean. “fine, you’re the worst. i’m showering, then.” he mutters, making a start for the tub.

“no!” you yelp, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and making him glare at you as the two of you wrestle for the shower handle. “it’s my house, richie!” “well you’re being quite a shitty host, toots.” he mutters as you fumble around each other. “this is your fault, rich! you’re such a fucking brat.”

then suddenly, you’re being slammed up against the wall and held by your hip and shoulder, richie’s face inches from you.

your stomach dips and sways as his breath hits your lips. he chuckles lightly, “i’m the brat?” he asks. “are you joking, y/n/n?” he asks, but you’re breathless. you cant tear your eyes from his lips and you dont want to admit to him that you’re brattier than him, so you instead thrust your hips forward slowly.

as your hips line with his, you feel his hardening cock against you and you bite back a whimper. his hands grab your hips as he watches you.

you do it again, seeing how much he likes it and desperate to feel him against you. “what’re you doing, princess?” he mutters lowly. you grin up at him, “nothing.”

and then his lips are on yours, kissing you fiercely. your hands grab him and pull him closer, his squeezing your hips before roaming. his tongue tastes like cherry kool aid as he licks into your mouth. he pulls back, “take off your clothes.” he orders, making your eyes widen at the dominance. you listen to him though, pulling off your shirt, watching him as he stares at you hungrily.

after you’re left in your underwear, you bite your lip and stare up at him. he turns on the shower and shucks off his shirt, watching you expectantly. “i thought i told you to take off your clothes, baby.” he whispers, pinching a lock of your hair between his thumb and forefinger. your stomach erupts, shocked at how your best friend is acting. 

you blush, unclipping your bra and watching as richie stares. you slowly slip off your underwear until you’re naked and he smiles. “good girl. you’re so pretty.” he mutters, kissing you and squeezing your ass. you whimper, feeling yourself slick your thighs with desire.

“get in.” he says, opening the curtain. you watch him with wide eyes as you step into the shower. is he not going to come in with you?

“are you coming too?” you ask meekly as you let the water rinse over your body. he chuckles as he steps in, making you smile in embarrassment with red cheeks. “so needy, arent you?” he asks with a grin, pulling you towards him. your eyes glance over his naked body and your stomach erupts in butterflies again. his cock is hard and up against his stomach and you squeeze your thighs together because he’s much bigger than you’d anticipated. his hands circle your bare waist as he steps under the stream of water with you. “its okay, baby. you’re getting your shower.” he mutters.

and he kisses you again, taking your breath away. he gently pushes you against the tile, the coldness making your hips jolt, consequently rubbing up against richie’s thigh. you whine into his mouth and he pulls away with a dark smirk that makes you shiver with lust. he guides your hips against his thigh again and his bare, wet skin against your throbbing clit makes you cry out.

he starts to kiss up and down your neck, sucking marks and making you moan. his hands tighten around your hips and move you quicker against him.

"fuck, daddy." 

it slips from your lips quicker than you even think (or don't think) it, and suddenly richie's hands on your hip halt their movement. "what'd you just say, princess?" he mutters lowly, not sounding quite amused but more smug and teasing  than you'd like.

his lips suck on the crook between your neck and shoulder and he gives you a gentle squeeze as the warm water cascades over your bodies. you sigh, cheeks bright red.

when you dont say anything, he looks up and grabs your jaw, rising to his full height in front of you. his eyes are hooded. “say it again.” he snaps lowly and you have to clench your thighs in order to relieve the desire pooling in your underwear.

you smile though, watching as water streams down his skin and you wonder if he’ll do this the way you will.

“say what, daddy?” you say, tracing a finger over his chest. the groan he lets out is holy as he catches your lips with his, pushing you against the tile again.

his hands ghost over your tits before squeezing, rolling your nipples between his fingers and making you whimper into his mouth.

“so needy for daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” he says with a smug grin, pushing your wet hair out of your face. you nod with your lip caught between your teeth. you want him so bad.

his eyes swim with something as you reach out, grabbing his hard cock as it lay against his stomach.

his eyes shut in pleasure but his hand quickly halts you as move to get onto your knees. his eyes are dark. “not today. if you don’t ask, you don’t get it.” he says and that makes you impossibly wetter at being under his control. 

“for that, daddy’s gonna fuck you until you scream.” he mutters, fingers ghosting down your wet body to flutter over your aching core. you whine. 

slowly, he rubs circles on your clit as he holds your chin with the other hand. “eyes on me, princess.”

he rubs slowly, the water spraying down on your bodies. he chuckles lightly. “look at you, i've only started using my fingers and you're already shaking." and he’s right, youre shaking and whimpering as pleasure spreads through your whole body. “god, look at you, so ready for daddy’s cock, rutting against me.” he mutters as you buck your hips on his hand.

you whimper out a weak “daddy,” as he slips a finger in and immediately sets a pace, curling his fingers slightly. he watches you with a smirk as you fight not to close your eyes in bliss.

when he adds another finger you gasp, the feeling of his fingers pumping into you making your legs weak. you briefly wonder if your legs are going to collapse. “you look good taking my fingers, baby. you gonna take my cock this well?”

you whimper, bucking into his fingers to relieve the coil tightening in your stomach. “yes, daddy. please, please fuck me.” you whimper, moaning as he pulls his fingers out of you and starts to pump himself.

“look at what happens when you ask like a good girl.” he mutters, lifting your leg to his hip, gripping his cock and teasing you, resting at your entrance.

“what do you want?” he asks, grinning. you want to glare at him but you’re so desperate to feel him that you sigh, muttering, “please, i want your cock inside me.”

and he pushes in at your words slowly, making you mewl. he’s halfway in when he stops, kissing you to give you time to adjust. “let daddy take care of you, okay?” he whispers in your ear and you nod, starting to move your hips, wanting more.

he slides the rest of the way in and you feel full and your toes curl as you look down, watching as he thrusts back and into you, setting a pace. “daddy, fuck,” is all that you can say as he thrusts into you, water cascading down your bodies and making you groan.

“harder.” you whimper suddenly, hands gripping his shoulders. “please, daddy, harder.” you beg. he smirks at you, kissing your lips. he tastes like kool-aid.

“love it when you beg for me like a desperate slut. you want to go harder? i’ll go harder.” he mutters, making you clench around him, nearing your high. he pulls your other leg up so he’s holding you and then he slams into you relentlessly, hitting spots deeper inside you than you knew was possible. he puts a hand on your stomach and he smirks as he fucks you into the shower tiles. “look so good with me deep inside you.” he mutters as you cling onto him.

“good girl, taking my cock. do you like me splitting you in half, baby? does it feel good?” he asks, hitting deep inside you and making your legs shake.

“yes, yes, yes,” is all that leaves your lips, your eyes scrunched up. “daddy, i’m so close. can-can i please-“

“no, you’re not cumming yet. not until i say so.” he says, slapping your ass. you squeal and drop your head onto his shoulder, trying your hardest to hold off as he fills you, his thick cock stretching your walls.

hes slamming into you so hard and hitting your spot perfectly that you rake your nails over his back, making him hiss in pleasure. after another minute, you’re whimpering and muttering nonsense, trying your hardest to wait for richie to let you cum.

“cum all over daddy’s cock.” he mutters as he fucks you into the tiles and you let out a loud moan as you clench around him, hitting your high and shaking in pleasure. your eyes roll back lightly as you hold onto him, already sensitive as you ride out the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

he keeps fucking you, his hands on your hips as you whimper. he mutters in your ear as he thrusts into you, “you’ve been a good girl for me. want me to fill you with my cum? or do you want to taste it?”

your eyes screw shut in pleasure and you whimper, “daddy, p-please let me taste you.”

and then he’s pulling out of you and making you gasp, still extremely sensitive. you slip immediately onto the bottom of the tub, knees shaky against it. you stare up at him as he pumps his thick cock, other hand opening your jaw. “let me see that pretty mouth, baby.” he mutters and you stick your tongue out, mouth open as you wait for him.

“please use me, daddy.” you mutter and thats all richie can take before he’s thrusting himself into your mouth, filling you up and immediately making you gag. 

your eyes well with tears as you stare up at him, his hips moving and fucking your mouth. he’s biting his lip in pleasure, the water slipping down his chest as it hits his back.

“can you taste yourself on daddy’s cock?” he asks and you moan around him, feeling his hips stutter. “fuck, such a good girl, takin' my cock so well.” you gag around him as you let him move against you and he grabs your head, making you moan again. “baby, fuck-“ he starts and then he’s spilling into your mouth ans you bob your head slowly, riding out his high and swallowing every drop.

you pull off him with a gasp and then you’re breathing heavily, richie pulling you up and into his arms. the water is pretty cold now and you shiver slightly as he pecks your forehead. “holy shit, doll.” he mutters and you let out a broken giggle, turning to kiss his lips. his hands soothe over your waist.

"maybe i should annoy you more often." you mutter into his lips as he chuckles, grabbing your shampoo. 

"you know, or just ask me, sugar." he mutters, massaging shampoo into your scalp. you smile, letting out a content sigh as your arms wrap around his middle.

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier smut #losers x reader

[shhhhyoursister]

okay im DUMB i fucked up

hey guys so ive had a anon for a while that referenced this part of an hc thing i wrote a while ago and asked me to expand on it but now i cant fuckin find it but it was this part

- also this one is short but matteos babyness is really amplified when hes sick and david is so good at taking care of him and is just so sweet

so i hope wheoever asked this sees this!!!!!! (sorry its not great im sleepy but really wanted to write it)

- late one afternoon after david has spent the first night and day in weeks in his own bed alone he texts matteo after not hearing from him for several hours, and hes just settling on his couch to draw something when his phone starts buzzing with a call, and he smiles when he sees that its matteo

- he frowns though when he picks up and before he can even say hi he hears a loud cough and then matteo clearing his throat and rasping out, "fuck, sorry, i think im sick" and he sounds so sad that david is already putting his shoes on and forgets to respond until he hears matteo quietly say, "david?"

- he says "yeah, im here, baby. im coming over, okay?" and matteo just hums into the phone as david packs a bag and laura is rolling her eyes from the table and he understands why, but he still rolls his eyes back and says "hes sick, do you think i should just stay here?" and matteo hears him and whines into the phone, "no, you need to come"

- david says, "i am, dont worry. ill be there in 15, im gonna hang up so i can ride my bike, okay?" matteo hums again and says its okay and david flips laura off as he leaves, and make the ride there as short as possible

- hans lets him in and then runs back to the kitchen, telling david that matteo is in his room and he just started cooking him some soup. david thanks him with a tight smile as he takes off his coat and shoes, and then walks quickly to matteos door and knocks before going inside with a, "matteo? its me, can i come in?"

- he's surprised to see that matteo is sitting up on the weird pillow thing that david still doesnt quite get and he has his computer on his lap. when david gets closer he notices that matteo is wrapped in a sweater and a blanket and hes shivering a little, but david can see sweat on his forehead and matteo looks up at him with wet eyes and a red nose and david smiles a little in pity

- "oh, babe" he almost coos before even saying hi, and puts down his backpack, and matteo sniffles a little as david climbs into the bed and pushes matteos hair back a little, and asks, "what's wrong?"

- matteo sniffles again and rubs his eyes with the sleeves of his sweater and in any other scenario david wouldve called him cute, but he stops himself once matteo says, "i just dont feel good. and i missed you, but mostly i dont feel good."

- david nods and brings his arm up to wrap around matteos shoulders, and can feel how warm matteo is even through the sweater and blanket, but matteo wiggles around and pushes david back onto the pillows, and shoves his face in his stomach and makes a sound that has davids hands moving to run through matteos sweaty hair

- "have you eaten anything? taken any meds?" matteo shakes his head, and then hums and says "hans mightve given me something a little while ago, i dont remember. hes making me soup." david just nods as matteo worms his way up until hes cuddled under davids chin, and david is sweating in seconds

- "hey, how about you take this off and we get under the blanket?" david says, grabbing at the hem if matteos sweater, and matteo nods before sitting up, and david steadies him when he sways a little and gets up to take his own sweater off, gets back into the bed, and lets matteo curl back up against him and doesn't complain about how warm he is

- "what doesnt feel good, babe?" david asks, and matteo rubs his flushed cheek against davids shirt and says, "my head, my throat, my body. i feel better than i did this morning." david hums but cant help asking, "is it because im here now?" and matteo jabs him weakly and laughs a little, until he starts coughing and when hes done he whines and shoves his face in davids neck, and mumbles, "fuck you"

- hans comes in a little while later with a bowl of soup and puts it on the table next to matteos bed and pats him on the shoulder, and then pats david on the shoulder and smiles at him before leaving the room and closing the door. david thinks matteo is sleeping so he nudges him and his eyes blink open

- "hans brought you soup, are you hungry?" david runs his hand down matteos back and matteo pushes against it a little, so david rests it on his spine as matteo shakes his head, and says, "no, i dont wanna move yet."

- david bites his lip and strokes his hand up matteos back again and asks, "are you sure? you should have something if you havent yet" and matteo whines again and wraps his arm around davids waist and grabs as tight as he can (not very tight, his arms hurt), and david says, "baby...." before matteo cuts him off

- "you're making me feel better. dont make me move yet, please?" and he sounds so sad again that david leans down to kiss his shoulder and starts rubbing his back again, and says "of course not, baby. we can wait a bit."

- eventually david gets matteo to eat some of the soup, and take more meds, and then makes him shower and changes his sheets while matteo stands under the spray and barely moves, and hes shivering when he walks back into his room even though hes wearing his thickest sweatpants and sweater, and he collapses into the bed and watches david change with sleepy, unfocused eyes

-he gets into the bed again and matteo coughs a few times before shivering and shoving himself under davids arm and into his side, and then wiggles until almost all of his body is on top of davids and he sighs and passes out immediately

- david isnt going to complain about being slightly crushed because matteo is still sniffling and whimpering and twitching a little in his sleep and he only stops when davids arms wrap around him, and snores lightly through his stuffed nose

- david ends up sleeping in fits and bursts, waking up anytime matteo shifts or coughs or anything, and hes awake the next morning when matteo blinks eyes open and stares up at him for a moment before kissing his shoulder and whispering, "thank you for coming last night"

- david just wraps an arm tighter around him and yawns out, "anytime you need, baby."

#davenzi #matteo florenzi #david schreibner #davenzi fic #druck fic #davenzi fanfic #noggins #love sleepy boys #hope this isnt bad whoops #gn yall #noggins stuff

[dirtydobrik]

opposites attract? - d.d.

plot: you and david are close friends despite your personalities being complete opposites of each other. one night he tells you that he’s in love with you, only to find out that you don’t feel the same about him

requested: yes, by anon! David being in love with reader but she doesnt think they’ll be a good match because their personalities would clash a lot and so david is sad !! Me need sad angst type thing!

author’s note: hi! this was requested anonymously (sorry it took so long for me to write!!) hopefully it was similar to what you had in mind. if you want to send in a request for an imagine, send me a message!

word count: 1580

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You were sitting outside in the grass with David, escaping the party happening inside. You came out to get a breath of fresh air and a chance to clear your head and David was overly protective of you and didn’t like when you went anywhere alone, especially not at a party. You were ranting about how you saw the guy you had been flirting with all night leave with another girl. You bitched about how guys you did meet never stuck around for more than a few weeks and that you were ready to just give up dating for now. David was complaining that his love life was a nonexistent since he didn't do one night stands and he felt like any girl he met nowadays was only interested in him since he had a lot of followers. And yet, he still talked about wanting to be in a relationship again.

"Well, that's dating in LA for you. It's all for fame," you muttered, earning a small chuckle from David, even though it hit way too close to home. "Come on, there has to be someone you're interested it" you nudged his shoulder, "I make a great wing woman, you know."

"I mean, there's one girl I think I'm in love with," he said shyly.

"Who?" you asked, curious as to who this mystery girl was. Sure, David had gone on a few dates since his breakup, but it was never anything serious, so you were at a complete over who he could possibly be in love with.

"You," he whispered, glancing over at you. It was rushed and you barely caught it. Your breathing hitched and your heart skipped a beat when you finally understood what he said, even if you couldn’t comprehend why he had said it. There was no absolutely reason for him to want to date you, you two had always been friends, just friends. And even so, there was no way it would work out between you two. Your personalities were just so different. You were cautious, introverted, and a planner; everything that David wasn't.

Your eyes darted down, trying to avoid making eye contact with David. You could feel him staring at you, silently begging you to say something, anything. You shifted uncomfortably and fidgeted with one of the rings on your finger.  

"Dave," you started, letting out a shaky breath as your stomach twisted itself in knots. Your heart felt heavy and you didn’t know what to say.

"I knew I shouldn’t have said anything," David mumbled, trying to hide the embarrassment plastered across his face.

"Dave," you repeated, trying to buy yourself some time. "I'm sorry. I don't, I don’t know what to say." David's heart dropped. That wasn't exactly what he was expecting to hear.

"You don't have to say anything. It's pretty obvious that you don’t think about me in that way," he scoffed.

"It isn't that simple," you sighed, knowing that it was next to impossible for David to see the other side of an argument, which was another reason things between you two wouldn’t work out. "I do like you, David. Maybe more than I should like someone who's just a friend, but."

David cut you off, "There's always a but."

"But our personalities are polar opposites."

"Isn't that why they having the saying 'opposites attract'?" he questioned, trying to understand why you didn't even want to consider it. He knew that your personality was so different from him, but that's what attracted you to him.

"It isn't worth it if we're going to fight all the time," you said, staring at him for a moment but tearing your eyes away when you felt tears forming.  

You didn't want to admit that you had thought about the two of you dating, because every time you thought about it, you imagined the breakup. One of you would be fed up with something and it would cause an explosive fight, forcing you both to say things that you regret. It would end with one of you storming out and never wanting to see the other again, therefore ending your relationship and your friendship. So from your perspective, staying friends was the best option. There was less of a chance that something would go horribly wrong and you didn't put your friendship at risk day in day out.  

"We won't," David started, but you quickly cut him off.

"Yes, David. We will. Our personalities are so different, there's no way we could ever make it work. And I don't want to lose you as a friend, so can we please just forget that this conversation happened?" you begged, and David nodded. He swallowed, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

 Over the next two days, you noticed David had completely cut himself off from you, and you realized that David couldn’t hide his feelings. He had admitted to being in love with you and you shot him down. You knew he must be crushed, but you didn’t know what to say. Three days after the night of the party, you went over to David's house to talk about what was going on with him, only to have Natalie answer the door.

"Is David here?" you asked, and she motioned to the lump under the blanket on the couch. You kicked your shoes off and walked over to the couch, crouching down next to David. The floor around him was littered with empty bottles of liquor and half melted bowls of ice cream. "Hi, can we talk? Please."

David sat up, removing the blanket so you could actually see him. "Sure," he croaked.

The first thing you noticed was the smell of alcohol on his breath. Then you noticed the fact that he hadn't shaved in a few days, and he probably hadn’t showered either since he was still in the same dark gray joggers and black t-shirt from the night of the party.

"How are you doing?" you asked, and he rolled his eyes.

"Like you care," he spat.

"Of course I fucking care, David. We're friends."

"You should've thought about that before you broke my heart," he spoke, and your stomach twisted into knots. You felt horrible about that but you didn’t realize how much it affected David.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, not knowing what else to say. David had his heart get ripped out of his chest because you were worried about the potential of a relationship ruining your friendship and you were now sitting in his living room with no idea what to say to him.

"I shouldn’t have said anything. God, I'm a fucking idiot," David muttered.

"David, stop. You can't blame yourself."

"You completely shot down the idea of us dating. You didn't even have to think about it," he said, raising his voice.

"Because I've thought about it far too many times before, David," you shouted, watching David freeze.

"What?" he asked, blinking slowly and sitting up straighter. You tried to explain how you imagined dating him and getting into a terrible fight and how you never wanted to see him again. You told him that the idea terrified you because your personalities clash all the time now and it would be worse if you dated and you didn’t want something to happen that would make you lose him forever.

"Isn’t it at least worth a shot?" David asked, his voice low. You shook your head.

"We're too different. I don’t want to fight all the time. We are never going to be anything more than friends, Dave." You were trying not to cry right now and you knew David was too. You knew David was still heartbroken, and you weren't sure if you were the right person to comfort him.

"I should go," you said, and David nodded. He wanted to be alone. He needed to be alone right now. You stood up, picking up the dishes scattered around the living room and bringing them into the kitchen. "Call me if you need anything, okay?"

David gave a silent agreement, and you noticed a tear roll down his cheek that he quickly wiped away when he saw you staring. You felt bad about leaving him alone in this state, but you knew that staying around would make things worse. You had to tell yourself that wasn't your fault that David was so sad. It was simply the fact that your personalities would clash way too frequently, and today and the night of the party proved that to you. You needed to leave David alone to sort through his feelings, to realize that the two of you would never work out.

Natalie texted you the next day that David still wouldn’t move from the couch and that he had called his mom for help on the situation. Your heart sank when you read the text. You couldn’t handle the fact that David was heartbroken but you didn’t want to risk losing everything, and you knew the best decision for your own sake was to not date David. You thought that the reason he was so upset because you were the first girl David has had feelings for since the breakup, but that just made you feel like David's rebound and you didn't want to be that. He had every right to be sad and angry at you, but he was avoiding your calls and you so desperately wanted to know he was okay.

#david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik fanfiction #david dobrik one shot #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik smut #david dobrik fic #sad david dobrik #david dobrik blurb #david dobrik angst #david dobrik x you #sad angst

[justheretobreakthings]

Welcome to the Family - Chapter 3

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Word Count: 2,151 (Total Word Count: 6,340) Read on AO3

Story Summary: Lance had been excited about his family taking in a foster kid, eager to get to meet his brand new little brother or sister, who would surely adore and idolize their super cool Big Brother Lance. What he got instead was a sullen, quiet, temperamental teenage housemate with a criminal record and a disastrous haircut.

Lance: hes here. car just pulled into the street

Pidge: Tell him hi from us.

Lance: he doesnt know u

Pidge: So that means we can’t be friendly?

Hunk: what’s he like?

Lance: idk hes not even thru the door yet. text u back soon

Lance shut off the screen of his phone and shoved it into his pocket as he got up to bound down the staircase where he’d been perched on the top step. “Rachel!” he called as he descended. “Keith’s here!”

“You don’t need to yell,” Rachel spoke up from where she’d been lounging across the couch in the front room. She sat up, closing her laptop and setting it aside before she stretched and looked over to where Lance had landed and was now trying to peer into the driveway through the frosted-glass window of the front door. “You spotted him?”

“Yeah, he’s getting out of the car now,” Lance answered, face still pressed to the glass.

“What does he look like?”

“Blurry.”

“Should have guessed. Step back from the door, would you, Lance? You’re gonna freak him out.”

Right as she said it the doorknob began turning, and Lance jumped back, narrowly avoiding being hit in the face by the door as it swung inward to usher in his broadly smiling mother. “Lance, Rach- oh, good, you’re both here,” she said. “You two ready to say hi to your new brother? Come on in, Keith, come meet the family. Well, two of the family.”

She stepped aside to make room for the other figure walking up the front steps, and Lance got his first good look at his new brother.

The first descriptor that crossed Lance’s mind at the sight of Keith was ‘emo’, but that wasn’t quite the right fit. The pale skin and black hair looked to be their natural tones, not makeup or hair dye, and he also didn’t have any jewelry or nail polish or decals on his clothes to indicate that he may have been going for that sort of aesthetic. He just had the colors right, what with the black of his tee shirt and scuffed shoes and jeans that looked to be growing too small on him, and the red of the red zip-up sweatshirt he wore over it even in the middle of August in Arizona.

He did, though, do a great job of pulling off that distinctly emo ‘don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t look in my direction, life is pain’ scowl that he wore across his face - a face which, with its smooth features and bold indigo eyes, could have been good-looking if it weren’t for the thick brown-pink mark slicing through one of his cheeks and the surrounding mane of hair that was so uneven it looked as if it had been cut with gardening shears.

Still, Lance had seen worse, and appearances could be deceiving; this could still be a great, fun guy to have around. So he kept up his smile as he said, “I’m Lance, nice to meetcha.”

Keith nodded silently in greeting, and did the same to Rachel when she introduced herself as well, but didn’t offer his own name in return. “So, uh,” Lance said, “Mamá said that you’re going into sophomore year too, yeah? So the two of us, we’re gonna be classmates as well as brothers. That’ll - that’ll be fun.”

Again Keith was silent, just shrugging in reply, and Lance frowned and turned to his mother. “¿Puede él hablar?” he asked her. Can he talk?

“Sí,” she answered. “Y él no habla español, así que no seas grosero.” Yes, and he doesn’t speak Spanish, so don’t be rude. A glance back toward Keith confirmed this, as his eyes were narrowed and darting back and forth between the two of them, brows bunched in confusion. Lance simply clicked his tongue, settling back with hands on his hips. There was nothing rude about speaking his own language in his own home.

“Now, Keith,” his mother continued, “Do you want me to give you a tour of the house first, or do you want to start unpacking your things?”

“Um, tour’s fine,” Keith mumbled, faint but still loudly enough for Lance to finally get to hear his voice. It was low and just a little raspy, although the rasp may just have been from the low volume.

“Excellent!” his mother said. “I could have Lance or Rachel drop you duffel into your room so you - ”

“No,” Keith said sharply, pulling his bag back and moving to grip the shoulder strap with both hands.

“Suit yourself,” she said with an easy shrug, as if there was nothing even remotely unusual or suspicious about that sort of response. “We’ve got the family room here, and you’re free to use the family Netflix account on the TV as much as you want, and there’s a Nintendo Playstation hooked up to the - ”

“Those are two different things, Mamá,” Rachel interrupted. “And we have an Xbox, which is neither of those.”

“Oh, well, whatever it is, if you want to play video games, you can use that. The dining room’s this way - mind that coat rack, dear, it tips easily, I keep saying that we need to get a new one, maybe hooks on the wall instead or something, just never do get around to it - and through here is the kitchen, I’ll show you where everything goes - ”

She guided Keith through the dining room, initially trying to put a hand on his shoulder to steer him, but simply leading the way touch-free after he grimaced and shrugged the hand off of him. Lance followed, idly pulling his phone from his pocket to see a handful of new texts from Pidge and Hunk asking for more details about Keith. He shot them a quick response.

Lance: hes quiet

He watched as his mother opened and closed drawers and cupboards one after another, showing Keith where they kept the cutlery, bowls, plates, canned goods, cereal, pots and pans, instructing him on what goes where in the fridge and demonstrating which burner on the stove didn’t work, all while Keith maintained that perpetual scowl, answering only with soft grunts, before adding:

Lance: and kinda grouchy

He shut his phone’s screen off and tagged along as his mother and Keith moved on to the home office and bathroom and then downstairs to the basement, waiting until the tour had made its way to the laundry room and his mother began explaining how their washer and dryer worked before looking at Pidge and Hunk’s two very different replies.

Pidge: Of course he’s grouchy, he just discovered he’s going to be living with YOU.

Hunk: He’s probably just nervous.

Lance made a face and texted back.

Lance: im a DELIGHT to live with jsyk. & hes def giving off sort of an emo vibe

Pidge: How emo?

Lance: what do u mean

Pidge: On a scale of 1-10.

Lance: u cant quantify emo

He nearly didn’t notice the laundry crash course wrapping up and his mother and Keith heading out the door of the laundry room, so he saved the texting for later and hastened to follow as they started upstairs toward the bedroom.

His mother didn’t give a thorough tour of the rooms, to Lance’s relief, just quick peeks inside and naming which room belonged to whom. “Excuse the mess,” she said when she opened Lance’s door. “I swear, mijo, you have more clothes on your floor than you wear in a year.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” Lance said, rolling his eyes. Honestly, his mother had once seen Pidge’s room when the Holts had had the McClains over for dinner; she should have forfeited all rights to complain about messes on that fateful night.

“And here’s your bedroom, Keith,” his mother said, reaching the door at the end of the hall and opening it to reveal the skeleton of Luis and Marco’s former room, now empty with bare surfaces on the dresser and desk and bookshelf from their long lack of occupancy. “Once you’re settled in we can do a bit of decorating to help it feel more homey, if you’d like. I mentioned that shopping trip we could take sometime soon, get some new things for you?” She glanced toward Keith’s duffel bag before asking, “Does this room work all right for you? You need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Keith said softly.

“That’s good, that’s good. Well, now that you’ve got the lay of the land, I’m going to get dinner started up. Veronica should be coming home any minute, and Manuel will definitely be home for dinner, so I’ll make sure they stop and stay hello when they show up. Lance, be a lamb and help Keith get his stuff unpacked and in their places, would you?”

“Sure, Mamá,” Lance replied as his mother sidled out the room. “There more bags in the car for me to bring in, or - ?”

“No, just the one.” Lance raised a brow, about to ask why Keith would need help unpacking just one bag, but his mother leaned in to whisper, “Talk to him, okay? Just make him feel welcome.”

That made more sense. Lance eased his way into the room as his mother left. Keith had already set his bag onto the bed and was removing a little stack of shirts from it. “You, uh, need any help with that?” Lance asked.

Keith scowled over at him. Which was fair; that stack of shirts probably weighed two pounds at most. “Ah, I just meant, you know where that stuff goes?”

“... The dresser?”

“Yeah. You - you got this, sorry.” Lance rocked on his heels as Keith moved toward the dresser, the latter still eyeing him cautiously. “So, uh,” Lance tried again, “Where you from?”

“Around,” Keith answered with a shrug.

Right. Foster kid. Probably moved around a lot. He was on a roll with stupid questions. “Well, uh, where are you from, like, most recently? Before here?”

Keith paused, frozen halfway through setting his clothes down in a dresser drawer, and it was several seconds before he quietly answered, “Holbrook.”

“Don’t think I’ve heard of it,” Lance said. “You like it there?”

This time Keith didn’t answer at all, instead simply slamming the dresser drawer shut and moving back to his bag. He fished into it and pulled out a toothbrush and comb. “Where’s the bathroom again?” he asked.

“Second door on the left,” Lance answered, and Keith turned to leave the room without so much as glancing at Lance.

Lance simply rolled his eyes and strolled over to the bed, where he sat and glance into the open duffle bag. He nudged a gray sweatshirt aside to see a number of balled-up pairs of socks and boxers, a faded stuffed hippopotamus, and a few CDs in cases scattered across the bottom of the bag. He tilted his head to look at the titles. John Mellencamp, The Clash, Blue Cheer, a Chuck Barry CD with a spiderweb of cracks across the plastic case. Lance picked up ‘Janis Joplin’s Greatest Hits’, examining the remains of the garage sale sticker still covering the singer’s face. “So you’re into the old-timey, rock, huh? Funny, I would have pegged you more for MCR or Linkin Park or - ”

He hadn’t noticed Keith’s footsteps thundering down the hall until the other boy was already in the room, practically shoving Lance off the bed and yanking the bag back toward him. “Hey!” Lance yelped, grabbing onto the bedpost to keep from slipping onto the floor.

“Why were you going through my stuff?” Keith snarled, pulling the bag back further.

“Wha- I dunno, I was just, you know, seeing if you had, like - like, any interests or anything, that’s all. Calm down, man.”

That was probably the wrong thing to say, because Keith’s glare just darkened further. “Don’t touch my stuff,” he growled.

“I’m sorry. Is it, uh, is it because of the hippo? You don’t have to be embarrassed, I sleep with a stuffed animal too, lots of people do.”

Keith huffed and turned away from him. “I can unpack by myself. You can leave.”

“Are you… are you sure you don’t wanna, like, hang out, chat a bit?”

The scowl that Keith leveled in his direction was as firm a ‘no’ as humanly possible. So Lance sheepishly straightened up and headed out of the room, Keith shutting the door firmly behind him.

With a sigh, Lance pulled his phone back out, turning the screen on to see that Pidge had proposed an essay’s worth of criteria to quantify emo onto a ten-point scale. Ignoring that for now, Lance started to text.

Lance: hey hunk remember when u said keith was gonna be a cool friendly guy who will love hanging out with me?

Hunk: yeah? why?

Lance: guess what, im starting to think u were wrong

#lance #keith #vldgen #vld fic #voltron fic #my writing #fic: welcome to the family

[the-arg0naut]

Snowberry

hi okay so @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors i wrote a thing for english class and i actually really like it so ee

quick thing tho it is an AU, where virge was never put under and the boys just Exist

durant doesnt exist bc he doesnt deserve rights

~~~

Everyone in little Wickhills, Ohio, knew about the Sanders’ changeling boy. The whole town had been called on that night. They knew about the fae woman who’d tried to trade her son for theirs, and was then refused either child by Dot, their mother. Most townsfolk didn’t approve, thinking it was “bringing the enemy into our midst.” However, everyone in Wickhills also knew to keep their mouths shut, unless they wanted to find themselves wandering into a fairy circle and never wandering back out.

It was on Halloween night. The Sanders boys were about 16, and were elated to finally be allowed to go trick-or-treating without their parents hovering behind them (well, it was more Thomas who was excited. Logan didn’t much see the appeal in dressing up and asking strangers for candy, but it made his brother happy). Thomas was dressed in his favorite Spiderman costume, and Logan Frankenstein’s monster. Even with the prosthetics and makeup, though, it was still impossible to ignore Logan’s pointy ears and quicksilver eyes. That was the only thing differentiating their appearances; changeling children take the form of the child they replace. Since he was never given back to the fae woman, he just passed off as Thomas’ twin. Closely enough.

They’d left Mrs. Coughenour’s house with the weirdest candies they’d ever seen. Wrapped in bits of parchment paper, they smelled of some strong floral flavor. 

“I think it’s lavender. This one is, at least.” “Lavender? Why would there be lavender candies? Who makes those?”

“Mrs. Coughenour, apparently”

Logan popped said lavender candy into his mouth. He would never admit it, even once fully grown, but those were his favorite. They relaxed him. Sometimes it just seemed to serve as yet another reminder that he wasn’t human, but he tried not to think about that.

“Whatever. I just hope Ms. Gage has good candy.”

“It’s Ms. Gage. She’ll either have really good candy that Roman will hijack, or, as you say, ‘old people candy.’”

“Okay, look, it’s always the old people that have those caramels. I’ve never even seen them at the store, so they’ve gotta just appear in their candy bowls once they hit 80.”

“Ms. Gage is seventy.”

“Close enough!”

They continued to bicker back and forth, as brothers do, as they walked down the road to Ms. Gage’s house, unaware of the two bright purple eyes watching them from between the trees. 

After they had been walking for a good twenty minutes, Thomas muttered a little suspiciously, “Haven’t we been walking for just a little while longer than it usually takes?”

Logan paused. He was right. Usually, the walk was only ten to fifteen minutes max, and they weren’t by any familiar landmarks.

“Logan, what time is it?”

“12:02 AM”

Thomas shuddered. “Midnight.”

At this Logan rolled his eyes. “Come on now, Thomas, sure it’s late, but even if one of the Good Neighbors is playing a trick on us, it doesn’t make it any worse that it’s midnight. It’s just a time of day, arbitrary to even the fair folk.”

Thomas nodded, unconvinced. “Can we just walk a little faster then? I wanna get to Ms. Gage’s”

“If that’s what would help ease your fear, then of course.”

They quickened the pace, Thomas clinging close to his brother. Five more minutes without anything they recognized, Thomas was beginning to get a little hysterical, spouting off all kinds of things that could happen if the Good Neighbors had decided they had done something to offend them. Logan did his best to dissipate and alleviate those fears, but truth be told, he was starting to feel some of them himself, especially when they turned a corner and found themselves upon the street they had just walked off.

They had just passed under an old street lamp when they saw it; a silhouette. It was impossible to see any physical features in the dim light, but they somehow knew that it was watching them. They blinked and it was gone.

“Well, that was a bit alarming.”

“Yeah, you think?!” Panic was quickly rising in Thomas. “We’re stuck in an endless loop of nothing but,” he glanced at the street sign, “Morningside Drive, and we just saw someone or something staring at us and then, poof, gone. I think we’re well past ‘a bit alarming,’ Lo-”

Logan cut him off, pressing a hand to his mouth. “Quiet for a second. Listen.” Thomas listened. Muttering against his brother’s hand, “I don’t hear anything, Lo. Have you gone completely bonkers?”

Logan muttered something about humans and poor hearing before grabbing his hand and running. “Logan! What’s going on?”

“A hunt, I could hear the horses! Just run!”

Oh god, why tonight, why when we’re just the worst equipped ever- oh gosh I can hear it now oh gosh we are so dead, we can’t outrun horses, what do we look like, fae? Well, only one of us, and even then what the hell am I supposed to-

He tripped over a tree root, sending him sprawling across the ground. Logan pulled at his arm, telling him to get up, but it was no use. The hunt was upon them. Thomas just curled up in a ball and waited for the inevitable. Logan wrapped his arms around him, trying to shield as much of him as possible. The whoops and hollers of the fae were deafening and that was all they could hear and could they please just get it over with-

And then there were screams. But it wasn’t their screams. Logan tilted his head up in confusion. A figure (was it the same one we saw earlier? Logan thought) was standing over them. When Thomas later recounted the story, he said that the shadows themselves seemed to morph and shift, surrounding the hunters, sometimes killing them, sometimes just vanishing them into thin air with the mysterious figure seemingly controlling all of it. Logan could only sit and stare, his arms still wrapped around his brother. 

Before long, the whole hunt had either run away or been killed, leaving the shadowy figure standing alone in front of them. It turned, revealing those same purple eyes. It crouched before them, speaking softly so as not to scare them any more than they already were. “Are you two alright?” Logan seemed unable to form words, so Thomas stuttered out a “Y-yeah, we’re good. Who, if you don’t mind me asking… who are you?” 

The shadowy figure pulled their hood down, revealing moonlight pale skin and sharp, pointed ears, the same as Logan. Both boys immediately knew they were in the presence of another fae, as if the previous display hasn’t already convinced them enough. The fae boy (Was he really a boy though, Thomas later argued, because fae are immortal. He could’ve been a thousand years old! Logan had rolled his eyes, saying He appeared as an adolescent, even by fae standards.) smiled at them, saying “You can call me V.”

Logan, regaining his ability to speak, said, “Well, thank you V, for saving us. Had you not appeared, I believe we would have been, in the modern vernacular, ‘toast.’” V laughed at this. “Yes, I do believe you two would’ve been ‘toast.’ Come now, I’ll help you get where you’re going, without any more… Rude interruptions.” He held his hand out, standing. The twins shared a look, doing their “mind-reading thing,” as Roman always put it. Then, simultaneously, the reached their hands up at him, Logan’s perhaps imperceptibly shaking a little more than Thomas’. V’s hand closed around theirs (Gosh, he had a big hand -- He was tall, tall people just naturally have larger extremities. Although perhaps his fae nature only assisted in that), and they seemed to melt into the shadow, reappearing behind a tree near Ms. Gage’s house.

V released them, gesturing towards the little cottage. “Go on now, and don’t let me see you running from any more fae.” It would’ve sounded like a threat, but he was smiling, and Logan couldn’t even fathom how he would be scared of him. Thomas laughed a little, a little stumbly from the ‘shadow-melty-transportation,’ as Thomas phrased it, saying “No promises. C’mon, Berry!” He ran (kinda) off towards the cottage, but Logan hung back. “Berry? What a cute name.”

“It’s not my actual name, of course, we’re not that dumb as to give you our real names, and neither are you. Berry is simply a nickname for me, just as Bug is my nickname for him.”

“Good. You two are smart. Use those smarts next time, and bring iron. Or,” and he paused, casting a smug eye on him, “Perhaps not. You are fae, are you not?”

“Couldn’t tell from the pointy ears and silver eyes? My, perhaps it was a good choice to not give you our names.”

“Ah, don’t get too smart with me now. I did save your hides.” “That you did, and I am eternally grateful, your majesty, let me shine your shoes and kiss your hand, blah blah blah, I’m going now.”

“Very funny, very funny.”

Logan turned to go, V silent behind him, before saying

“...Will I see you again, Snowberry?”

He paused at the nickname, turning a little pink. “... I suppose I could not stop you if you visited me. Though hopefully not under such dire circumstances again.” “One can hope.”

Logan smiled a little and nodded in farewell. V waved a little, and Logan turned, walking towards the cottage. V sighed, watching till he was out of sight, before melting into the shadow.

#i know im the op but im soft tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors also this had nothing to do with the prompt i was given in english class lol

[quicksilverdaisyday]

Ya know i was about to do a whole bit on you about how your banner (the thing at the top of the blog is a banner right with the one person with an eyepatch? Im pretty sure thats a banner) i was gonna do a whole bit about how it reminded me of bobs burgers and if you liked burgers so much maybe you should marry them, but then youre literally out her putting that youre a big fan of bobs burgers on the damn description section like ok alright ive been beaten to my own punch, if this was a school function id be left with no choice but to become the spiker, im bringing in the hard liquor to get these irresponsible fucks drunker than a really drunk person i dont know whose the guy from mtv you know the guy, you probably dont actually i mean what are the odds like zero probably. Anyway bobs bazinga burger? Thoughts? I mean i hate burgers ok ive eaten more burgers than youve learned bug facts which if you dont know a lot of bug facts you should because bugs are cool and also terrifying and knowledge is power but long story short ive eaten more burgers than should be legal, like if you ever watch the movie supersize me i did that for two years straight except usually id only eat once a day because i was too poor to eat real food, this is the deep shoe fuck lore ok you might think im going at this from the pity party direction here but i assure you i am not i am merely validating my street cred when it comes to burgers ok i know burgers inside outside and possibly even inside-out. Anyway listen right he makes the bazinga burger, spicy pickles, mustard, smash burger, special ingredient? A healthy topping of pickled red onions and cabbage. Bam. Thats good eatin. If youre a believer in bobs bazinga burger gimme a bazinga back ya know its free youre not misleading nobody, nothing bad is gonna happen thats a shoe fuck guarantee, cmon you gotta say bazinga i dropped the hot and heavy lore on ya the loyal fans they gotta be appeased this is like a weekly thing now ok im like one of those guys the weekly comedy segment guys i get on i do my lines the crowd laughs we probably have a very charismatic instrumentalist who rarely speaks and when he does its about the trombone and everyone is like ah im so fascinated about the history of trombone. Ive got a good friend like that love that man holy shit though i dont care about the trombone but i just love him so much that im gonna listen with a smile anyway. Maybe you got a trombone enthusiast in your life i dont know but if you do ya know listen to them cause ya learn a lotta life lessons from trombone players. Probably cello players too. I mean chances are that theyre multi talented, people who are good at music stuff normally are, ya know its a passion thing, like youre out here doing art i bet youre real passionate about the art i bet you got lots of multi disciplinary shit going on behind the scenes like a regular pablo picasso or something ya know clay sculptures, get yourself a kiln man, id love to do pottery, make some pots, mugs, bowls, lil rabbits and the fucking special moments porcelain figures that everyones grandma owns, like do they just like them are they the pokemon of old people? Or are those beanie babies? My grandma does bells, weirdest shit ive ever seen woman just loves her bells i love you grandma but you dont even ring them ya know, theyre just little bells she doesnt want you to ring them. I dont know man. Anyway right, bazinga burger, from bob, bobs bazinga burger you know that shit would sell like hot cakes give it a consider in your mind space mull it over, hit me with a bazinga you wont regret it or your money back, its free though also. Just for the record.

i’m not reading all that. good for you tho. or sorry that happened

[auron570]

2018 Readlist

FAQ

Why do you read so many old books?

Because most of them belong to the public domain, and are thus freely available online. Also it is fun to see how much the past influences and creates the foundation for the present. And how much or how little has changed, and what this says about humanity.

 Orwell - Animal Farm (1945)

A satire on the Russian Revolution and the failure of communism. Among other things, Animal Farm underlines the importance of learning to read properly and think for oneself, in a way that tickles with dark humor.

 Orwell - 1984 (1949)

Similar to Animal Farm, 1984 is an even more systematic and total examination of a society where all history and information is tightly controlled and constantly being rewritten. Being published after WW2, 1984 trades some of Animal Farm’s humor for more serious and tragic imagery of concentration camps. In a sense, 1984 is an exploration of the possibility of mind control or brainwashing through societal-level propaganda.

 Huxley - Brave New World (1932)

Absolutely fantastic. If 1984 was about what would happen if everything we read was false, then Brave New World is what would happen if no one had the desire to read at all. Brave New World shows a futuristic society that runs like clockwork with the help of genetic engineering and a miracle drug called Soma. COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY. BNW examines the costs of a society that is mass-produced off assembly lines.

 Fitzgerald - Great Gatsby (1925)

A criticism of conspicuous consumption and the Roaring 20s. You can’t bring your mansion with you when you die. Mortality sucks that way. Throughout the novel we are invited to ask ‘what makes Gatsby (the character) so great?’ From rags to riches to death, Gatsby’s lonely existence is pitiable, tragic and relatable as ever.

 Steinbeck - Grapes of Wrath (1939)

Steinbeck’s illustration of the 1930s Dust Bowl and the resulting migration of impoverished families west across the United States, is a poetic masterpiece. ‘You want to work for 15cents an hour?! Well I got a thousan’ fellas willing to work 10cents an hour.’ Also featuring two of the strongest female characters in modern literature, Grapes of Wrath is a powerful lesson on human dignity.

 Shakespeare - Hamlet (1599)

The more I read Hamlet, the more I come to the conclusion that Hamlet is about delay of action. In a way, Hamlet forces himself to be penitent for something he doesn’t do. The more time he spends contemplating whether or not to kill Claudius, the more time he has to beat himself up and call himself a coward, and for accidents to pile up. ‘But put your courage to the sticking place!’ Hamlet is what happens when you ask a philosopher to commit murder.

 Shakespeare - King Lear (1605)

A lesson in parenting. If you want people (especially your children) to respect you, do not spoil them. Lear learns this lesson far too late, and gives up his inheritance far too early. Another possible lesson is to not trust liars, and instead divine a person’s character by their actions. The trouble is, with so much action going on behind the scenes, the opportunities for dramatic irony and treachery are twofold!

 Wilde - Picture of Dorian Gray (1890)

An example of 19th century Gothic Romanticism. And also, similar to Great Gatsby, another cautionary tale against conspicuous consumption. Dorian Gray, forever beautiful, forever young, is by all appearances the outward ideal of a dandy. As the novel develops, his cruelty and vanity plunge to increasing depths.

 Wilde - Importance of Being Earnest (1895)

The comedic side of being a dandy. If the suit makes the man, surely if I wear a different suit I become a different man? In a play of double-identities, love polygons and other trivialities, Earnest is a raucous upset of 19th century decorum.

 Ibsen - Hedda Gabler (1891)

A complex and cruel character, Hedda’s penchant for destroying the lives of others, seems to stem from bitterness and boredom toward her own life.

 Williams - Glass Menagerie (1944)

Theater is a box through which we view the lives of our fellow homo sapiens. Like passing by an exhibit at the museum, or peeking in on pandas at the zoo, Glass Menagerie presents a slice of life.

 McCourt - Angela’s Ashes (1996)

A coming-of-age memoir about an Irish boy growing up in an impoverished family. From the day he’s born to the day he becomes a man, memorable moments include: father always coming home drunk, scavenging for coal to get the fire going, stealing loaves of bread, shoes made of tire rubber, having an affair with a terminally ill girl, having pig’s head for Christmas, and wearing Grandma’s old dress to stay warm at night.

 Salinger - Catcher in the Rye (1951)

A tightly written story of teenage angst, about the few days after an unmotivated student drops out of a New York prep school. Unable to face his family, he wanders around the bustling city, growing increasingly depressed. Holden’s conversations with different characters throughout the novel, underline a simple moral that sometimes we just want someone to listen. (Preferably someone who isn’t a phony!)

 Shakespeare - Macbeth (1606)

A bloody and ambitious soldier descends into madness after the murders the King! It can be difficult interpreting and staging the supernatural elements of the play (e.g. do you show the ghosts on stage? what about the Witches? When, why). But remember Shakespeare is writing in a time hundreds of years before modern psychology, where memory and cognition was still immaterial and mysterious. Similar to Dorian Gray (1890), Macbeth is a moral on how one’s actions affect one’s mind.

 Albom - Tuesdays with Morrie (1997)

Succumbing to ALS near the end of his life, sociology professor Morrie Schwartz welcomes death with open arms. Hosting many visitors and having many conversations with family, friends, past students, the media, Morrie’s affable outlook on life and mortality shines.

 Golding - Lord of the Flies (1954)

An allegory on the state of nature. One wonders if/how the story may have been different (and possibly more horrifying and prone to censorship debates) if female characters were involved. I suppose that would be a separate inquiry. Unable to see beyond the horizon, and unwilling to look at themselves, Jack and his follows almost doom them all.

 Lowry - The Giver (1993)

Another science fiction dystopia in a similar vein as Brave New World or 1984, but less difficult and more relatable for teenagers. Those who enjoy The Giver, should check out the film Pleasantville (1998) featuring Tobey Macguire getting stuck in a black-and-white world. Naturally the lesson being that life is never so simple.

 Naipaul - Miguel Street (1959)

A collection of short stories centered around unique characters in a slum in Port of Spain. Featuring arson, domestic violence and plenty of eccentric amateurs, Miguel Street illustrates a colorful community.

 Thiong’O - Weep Not Child (1964)

Set during the Mau Mau Uprising against British colonial rule, Weep Not Child follows one boy’s goal of education. Meanwhile his family falls apart around him, and is cut off from his best friend.

 Montgomery - Anne of Green Gables (1908)

Having recently been adapted by CBC/Netflix into a series (which is very good), the original novel is full of comedy, quaint coming-of-age lessons centered around school, tea parties, accidents and adventures. But despite this levity, Anne ends with a tragic turn which places it well within the realm of reality.

 Shelley - Frankenstein (1818)

Another example of 19th century Gothic Romanticism (like Dorian Gray). Doctor Victor Frankenstein becomes obsessed with the idea of creating life from inanimate material, only to spurn his own creation just after giving life to it. The monster, filled with rage and envy, murders Frankenstein’s dearest friends. A sort of cautionary tale in the same vein as Doctor Faustus by Marlowe, Frankenstein is a counter-weight to the enthusiasm around science at the time. That science can not only produce miracles, but also horrors in its own way if one is not careful.

 Anderson - Winesburg Ohio (1919)

A collection of short stories revolving around a small community (similar to Miguel Street). Themes of religion, old age, loneliness, love, feeling stuck in a small town, Winesburg is full of some of the most heart-rending stories in all literature. Also Winesburg manages to accomplish a unity of themes in very short space. The whole of Winesburg is much more than the sum of its parts, such that it can stand just as well against other great novels.

 Bronte, Charlotte - Jane Eyre (1847)

One could argue that Jane Eyre is the predecessor to Anne of Green Gables. The latter frequently references the former, both are about orphan girls who grow up successfully in the face of many adverse challenges. While Anne ends with the protagonist becoming a young adult, Jane Eyre ends with a more traditional romantic happy ending, but like Anne is not without its tragedy.

 Bronte, Emily - Wuthering Heights (1847)

Fun fact, Wuthering Heights was a novel I considered doing an independent study essay on, but didn’t since I didn’t know anything about literature back then. Although technically of the gothic genre, Bronte primarily uses cruelty and domestic violence to evoke scenes of horror, as opposed to ghosts and monsters, while at the same time using these as tools to explore very down-to-earth themes of social class and gender inequality.

 Joyce - Dubliners (1914)

Very similar to Winesburg Ohio, but without the same unity. For example, one story is difficult to read without first reading about the history of Ireland. There are some tear-jerkers and lovely metaphors. For example the final metaphor of “snow falling faintly through the universe”, is a variation of the oft-used metaphor of flowers. How they bloom for a short period then die. What is new with this metaphor is that each snowflake is unique, thanks to the chaotic tumbling of water droplets through the atmosphere, just like how every live is unique. But all snowflakes much reach the ground some time and then melt away into nothingness.

#reading #literature #shakespeare #romanticism #gothic #19th century #20th century #bronte #shortstory #novel #philosophy #1984 #orwell #huxley #brave new world #jane eyre #anne of green gables #macbeth #oscar wilde #catcher in the rye #great gatsby #grapes of wrath #public domain #education #fiction #history #humanities

[coolspacequips]

i-understandwich replied to your post “I like the idea of Lance being able to fall asleep anywhere and Shiro...”

When i saw "ahiro putting something over him" i immediately thought back to my favorite sleepover game which is "how much stuff can I pile on top of my sleeping friend before she wakes up" and i think thats way better

@i-understandwich thats so frickin good lmaO

like on a larger scale, i could def see like............ we all know shiro needs to take a load off and recover SOMETIME, and i bet more than once the team found him dozing off someplace he shouldnt be, at a command console or a desk riddled with those glowing future documents and drives or on the communal room couch when he said that he was just going to ‘rest his eyes’

and so they dont want to wake him UP. but they cant leave him ALONE. and lance was probably the ringleader in starting up a game of ‘how much stuff can we pile on top of sleeping shiro WITHOUT WAKING HIM UP or you lose’ to add a sense of levity. sometimes its piles of blankets, sometimes its all the bowls from the galley, it all depends on the mood and just how tired their beloved leader is. 

shiro is embarrassed at first but he likes that theyre Bonding and Laughing together, but the game falls off as things start getting serious, and yknow, as he gets wrapped up in all of these intense fucking problems that the canon is tossing his way about his identity and autonomy and all that stuff

but he and lance are getting closer, and lance naps everywhere all the time, and shiro usually gives him a blanket or brings him to bed but then one day hes like... i wonder how much stuff i can put on him before he wakes up?

at first its just silly impulse stuff, whatever is on hand, lances discarded shoes on his back or his jacket on his chest with the hood flopped over his face. once lance is propped up on the couch asleep and he puts sunglasses on him, only to be caught by pidge, and the two of them struggling to keep a straight face when coran comes in to chat w lance and doesnt even notice hes asleep. 

the tables have officially turned, and lance is now the focus of everyones Mean Naptime Game lmao, he is just asking for it taking naps Wherever he wants and why havent they thought of this sooner?? thru trial and error, they discover that theres about a 50/50 chance that lance will snuggle whatever they give him, also, including hunk himself when keith and shiro convinced him to go and lay right on top of lance to see if he would wake up.

he didnt lmao

idek why i wrote all of this just know that it would have to culminate in lance realizing that the culprit is approaching him when hes got his eyes closed, and so he pretends to sleep until they get close enough only to open his eyes and yell “GOTCHA!!”

shiro yelps and drops whatever junk hed gathered up to pile on top of lance all over the place, and tumbles all over him, blushing, knowing that the joke has gotten ridiculous at this point and ready to be embarrassed, but lance is just laughing and trying to wiggle free underneath him and hes Just So Cute its a whole like 5 seconds before he remembers that oH YEAH HE HAS TO GET OFF OF HIM--

#i-understandwich #this is a mess lmao #im just rambling im v tired its time for coffee......................... #shance #shiro #lance #hc chatter #thats so funny lmao like it escalates #lance is like 'ive got to do something to get him back' and just think the cabin scene in parent trap #except its not awful and bad i want something good to happen its just that elaborate hmmmm #once he wakes up and shiro is seeing how many kitties he can pile on him and lance knows its his soulmate #text posts

[rkxsicheng]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHENGIE 💗

xuxi’s not good at gift giving, never has been. usually, he’ll give his friends vouchers, or money, or massive bags of their favourite foods, but this time it’s more important that he gets it right. sicheng means everything to xuxi, so he has to get him something meaningful. it took him a while of thinking, and searching for good gift ideas, before he found something. 

at first he wasn’t sure about it - it was a heavy present. it might be too much for them so soon into their relationship, but it feels like something he’d like to do, and a little part of him says sicheng won’t react negatively. he’s pretty sure they’re on the same page at this point in time, so he’s going to hope for the best. 

since it’s something so special xuxi finds the best person for the job in all of south korea. lucky for him they’re based in seoul, so visiting them a few times in a week to check up on the progress of the commissions isn’t too hard. he watches what he created in his mind form into real objects that he can hold in the palm of his hand, and even manages to sneakily find out the perfect size while sicheng’s asleep. 

then, the day before sicheng’s birthday, he picks them up, both in a tiny box together, wrapped in tissue paper in a pretty, but discreet paper bag, which he hides in his closet until the next day. but, over the week before his birthday he’d been collecting multiple presents, worried that the main one wouldn’t be enough. everything he’d hidden in the bottom of his closet, wrapped up beneath some old jackets.  

on the morning of sicheng’s birthday, he wakes him up early with breakfast in bed, thankful to trc that their schedule’s start later on the weekends. he wakes him up with a kiss on his forehead, the tray with the breakfast resting on the bedside table.

“good morning, sleepyhead! breakfasts ready, birthday boy.” he can’t wait for him to fully wake up, though, before he’s setting each (somewhat clumsily wrapped) present on the bed. the largest lays on the bottom, a framed poster of a star map, picturing the night sky on the day they started dating. 

the next thing on the pile was a box containing some frankly ridiculously priced adidas sports sneakers. xuxi knew that dancing a lot could hurt your feet, and that you needed the best shoes you could get to support you in your dancing, and he wanted sicheng to be the best he could be, so he wanted to get him the best equipment he could have to succeed in his dancing, so price didn’t matter. they were simple, white, breathable sneakers, but had a twist in the dragon scale pattern on the heel. 

he’d added a basket filled with all sorts of goodies like skincare stuff, candy, and hot chocolate sachets, horribly wrapped, to the pile, right atop a wrapped up duckling onesie (because xuxi’s so sure that sicheng looks like a duckling sometimes - and also to match the puppy onesie he’d recently got himself with this whole plan in mind). 

then, last of all, the tiny box that he told sicheng he couldn’t open until he’d opened all the others. it was a ring box, with two rings inside, one clearly larger than the other, but both the same in appearance. the note inside the box read:

‘a promise, from me to you, that i’ll always stand by your side, even when things get hard, and that no matter what i decide i want to do in life, you’ll always remain my number one dream’.

 Sicheng comes to, the familiar softness of Xuxi’s lips against his temple rousing him from sleep, and he’s suddenly aware that the food he’d smelled even in his dreams, which now slipped away from him, leaving only vague impressions of his boyfriend’s smile and some surreal adventure, was a very real scent. 

 He’s confused for a moment, until Xuxi mentions his birthday, and then he realises why it is that he’s being served breakfast in bed. 

 Sicheng’s life is a hectic, and constant flow of events, most of his time eaten up greedily by TRC Entertainment, leaving him to peck at the scraps to find time for the people he cared about. His birthday had hardly been a priority to him, but his heart still flutters a bit, at how sweet Xuxi is, how sweet he never fails to be. 

 “Good morning,” he mutters, somewhere between a mumble and a sleepy hum, as he reaches out to pluck a strawberry from a bowl of fruit, and pops it into his mouth, whining as Xuxi makes his way to the closet and back, several times, each time bringing a haphazardly wrapped gift, which assemble at the foot of the bed to form a stack of gifts. 

 Sicheng wipes the sleep from his eyes, a flush like pin needles coming to his cheeks.

 “Xuxi…” he says softly, almost a scold for just how many things he’s gotten him, his mind already skipping forward to the next year, where he’d have to be sure to outdo him. 

 He reaches first for what is quite identifiably a shoebox, unwrapping it to very little surprise. He likes them, though, bringing a leg up to try one on, hopping up to stretch and test their fit and wear as Xuxi explains that he got them because he knew Sicheng spent a lot of time dancing. 

 Sicheng smiles at him, taking in the other boy’s eagerness, and he feels his stomach do a little flip; he’s so extraordinarily sweet, his thoughtfulness inciting a spread of warmth in Sicheng’s chest.

 It takes every ounce of his will to accept the next gift from his boyfriend, the urge to grab him by his cheeks and kiss him growing increasingly overwhelming. 

 The next is a pretty picture of stars, which Xuxi explains is the night sky on the night the night he became his, and he pokes through a basket of goodies, eventually finding a duckling onesie. 

 He pops the shoe off, wriggling out of his pyjamas to put it on, pulling the hoodie up, surprised when he turns around to find Xuxi there, extending the final gift, a cute little box, which fits neatly in the palm of Sicheng’s hands. 

 Peeling off some of the wrapping paper, it becomes immediately apparent that it’s a jewelry box, and judging by the shape…there’s only one possibility in Sicheng’s mind, but the thought of it makes his entire chest heave with nervous excitement; he doesn’t want to allow himself any delusion, so he prepares, even as he glides a thumb along the bottom of the lid, to be disappointing. 

 And yet, when he flips the box open, there is indeed a pair of rings perched together within it, one a little larger than the other, both of them pretty. 

 Sicheng’s head spins. 

 “…Xuxi? Is this?”

#rkxuxi #;birthday #wow did this take me long enough sorry #submission

[shytiff]

June Small Wins

1 - ecmocard meeting with ppl from aussie to learn to sort out data. Felt better after the meeting cause i didnt feel like doing anything before. Got two season deli box cake from dapur cokelat for nessa. Videocalled w her and ren.

2 - dr eva chatted and gave things to do. I also need to make intern log for dr retha. I just cant bring myself to start. Finally mustered the courage. Im not the type of person for wfh. At least in this house. Finished reading love or hate. I rly felt like shit at night.

3 - started reading positively yours. Had no will to do anything

4 - some more sending spss work for dr eva. weekdays with no “outside work” rly render me useless in functioning. a vegetable

5 - iluni webinar. Lost my attention during electrolyte and fluid stuff. tried to cook ribeye steak lmao (meat from @/fridaymeatshop). Its too chewy and leathery. But its not too welldone. And at least it tastes good. Went to depok by krl. its quite quick since krl arrived just after im at poris and duri. went ahead of silvi devi. satpam on the lobby wont open the access hhhh (i dont have one. i dunno why. mom said she cant find it although we supposedly have 2). but my mood improved once im upstairs. we prepped a bit of deco. conversed in the dark so not to make racheel suspicious. surprisee. had truffle belly chicken cheese for dinner. the cheese was not to cheesy, its more of a gentle taste. mushroom tastes better. we watched sweet and sour from my mobile data. surprisingly, its not that much of data. slept at like 12-1ish

6 - the electric token went out in the morning. we went for a walk in ui. the PLK man across of st ui forbade us from going in. ugh. but it was rly empty. so we went from barel. its empty on the library. there was a dog that walked along with us. talked a bit in front of the lake. went back. i got 2 moon chicken (the basic flavor and not the wings) and spicy jumeokbap. the jumeokbap was nothing like what i had in korea. like the seaweed’s taste doesnt come out that much, and its not that flavorful/savory. the one in korea its good even by itself. went back to jkt nebeng reza silvi with devi. originally planned to go to flavola, but my head kinda hurts, so i finished my moon chicken at the mushola and asked juan to pick me up. still feel healthy and normal after going and staying out, so i started reading a book abt handwriting analysis lmaoo. fell asleep. tried several attempts to figure out my bpjs number and turns out the best there is to respond is BPJS’ twitter. the problem was solved under 5 mins. 

7 - woke up, fell asleep again. Adita told me that i might be interviewed today for the ipd intern but theres no info. Did the registration stuff for my bpjs. Registered for npwp. Watched bts x na pd

8 - off to RSF. its audit day today. hiks to phonecall follow up work. i did not do anything inaco related, i just sat there and did dr dafsah’s excel. dr vera bought me pecel ayam hehe yay. went to como park to meet up with indah regen. tried ricotta pizza from pizza place (33k). the cheese is cheese but not that typical cheesy (?) coupled with mushroom. i had to add sauce to withstand the last bites (still kinda full). tried other’s as well, pesto and mushroom. pesto had the most taste. while waiting for doggo to arrive, we bought gelato (S: 35k). apparently their special flavor was ricotta lmao. tried green tea (bitter, which i like) and peanut butter + caramel, which makes you feel thirsty. watched the doggos from the sidelines. after maghrib we went to 1/15. ordered ice mocha (50k). the chocolate taste stood out more. not gonna order again lol. the staff initially recommended pandan flavor. took grab to gbk station to go home.

9 - rsf. second audit day. i hate it here lmao. im not even paid for my time here. excused myself to eat. turns out mbak Ai bought hokben. i almost forgot thanking her since i felt hungry with a bit of headache. talked a bit with dr retha regarding changes of assistant (since internship is soon). went back and immediately laid down in bed. mom bought pizza so thats what i ate for dinner. fell asleep (i can feel it. my face will get consequences)

10 - cant bring myself to do anything. i reread painter of the night lmao. seungho is a prick. inhun is also a prick (a greedy one). ate arirang bone marrow. put the egg-seasoning mixture to the pan since im not confident enough to just pour boiling water into the bowl. felt surprisingly full. went to sbux. green tea latte as usual. but turns out tumblr 50% promo only applies to sbux member. so i had to pay 40k for my green tea latte. at least i got to feel good from outside vibes. did some follow up for INACO patients. 

11 - went to rm rsf. Took lots of photos of RM. I was given rujak by the rm staff lmaoo so cute. Didnt do any entry afterwards lmao i just laid down

12 - breakfast is paldo jjajangmen and egg. It tasted like soy. Its good but not in a micin way. Its quite fulfilling. Had some of the beef slices by putting it in a buttered pan (is it pan fried? Grilled? Idk). Had banana and brownies together (makes it rly good). Did a bit of clires work. I drank sbux's caramel macchiato but yall my stomach cant handle it lmao. It hurts so much that i even got a headache. So i just laid down in bed

13 - had arirang again loll. Inserted the egg to the pan still, but quicker this time. Its too salty today. Maybe its not enough water. I was eating it while googling how to remove excess sodium. Ate the rest of beef slices (shared with bros ofc) and mixed some with moms fried rice. Ate banana brownies again. Felt soooo full. Did some clires work accompanied by sbux matcha

14 - i felt like shit this morning. Watched leahs vid. Listened to her podcast while having bfast. I walked from moms car to bougenville while still feeling like shit. It slowly gets better afterwards, thankfully. Did some clires and follow up. Went to gandy steak in dr retha's car (which had anesthesiology textbook inside). Tried aus sirloin steak. The bread tasted ok. The garlic bread also ok. The mashed potato was so so (the one in depok was more creamy and smooth). The steak was good, especially the fat part, the sauce so so. Honestly that depok steak had more value for money compared to this, i think. Nebeng dr rara and husband to busway station. Arrived in ar and i immediately showered, such wow 👏👏

15 - today is no rsf day aka self made wfh day. Moms getting vaccinated today. I just lazed. And read kanej fics

16 - off to rsf. Took care of rm stuff. Tried social affair's croffle since i was so curious (60k [10k tip]). The nutella and cinnamon sugar one. Its crunchy and a bit crumbly inside, but not as fragile as croissant. Its quite fulfilling too. But its basically flour batter variations. (thats what mom would say). randomly chatted racheel and we ended up taking a walk and a bit of jog citra 6 (with my sneakon regular shoes). My left tendon was screaming lol. Picked up by juan who surprisingly effortlessly found the address at night.

17 - mbak aan chatted me today to go to rscm. Met prof murdani at pesc and he gave me ppt assigment for 13:30 THAT DAY. Finished it unsatisfyingly (i wish i couldve done more). Lunch was free bebek bkb yay thankyou Prof c: (he even asked what did i ate) took care of legalisir stuff. Went home by tj. Drank matcha w vsoy and i somehow was not sleepy after maghrib. I also changed my desj layout. Maybe it kinda works to separate my spaces

18 - arrived at rscm at 8-ish. sent updated thibbun nabawi ppt. literature search. and then somehow its 14:30. went to SCI w ara wani rasyid. tried bandeng nyonya, oyster, salmon, cumi lada garam (its crazy good among all the good tasting food wtff), shrimp and pocai telor (veggie stuff). dessert was thailand cassava. spent about 190k. went back by TJ. had wudu at pulomas and prayed ashar on the bus lol. i passed out after playing w my phone lmaoo  

19 - spent almost the whole day just sleeping and eating. finally showered in the afternoon. had matcha vsoy latte after maghrib and with enough day sleeping, i did presentation outline. at like 1/2 am i initially planned to sleep but my eyes still have plenty of watts. so i read hold me tight. slept at like 4/5 am

20 - woke up at 9. off to om dokter’s house to ask for healthy letter. we talked almost the entire time im there lol. before u know it mom and dad’s done talking with grandma. om dokter shared some of his experiences in the past. and he said something about making your choice and living with it, and it will all have a meaning even if you might initially agonize about it. girl i was holding back tears. here he was talking about choices, something i never rly talk about at my house. im getting teary just typing this. he talked about it in a way that sounds simple, even though i agonized abt internship choices and sometimes avoid thinking about it. it rly rly was a new experience. i dont rly talk about “choices” with my parents. so hearing how to go through options in life from a person i can relate to regarding this med stuff is. i feel like i would have loved it if i can hear his wisdom earlier. i dont talk with him much if my parents are around bcs they will just meddle and say stuff that wreck my peace. they dont rly know what im going through but can be very opinionated. this peaceful one on one talk rly made me feel relieved and reassured. and i was today years old when i found out he initially wanted to be a psychiatrist. he would have been a great psychiatrist. i feel like we have some understanding thats left unsaid. like he knows how my parents are like. he would probably understand why i dont talk with him much at AR. after what feels super quick, we went back to AR. registered for STR. searched some literature for the topics that Prof is the moderator of. powered by matcha energy

21 - rscm as usual. the Prof did not come. lunch was bread i brought from home. waited for mom to pick me up at kfc so i bought pukis kfc. its like properly made pukis and not the street seller made ones. the chocolate one was good since the toppings generous. felt a bit feverish? like my body felt warm. fell asleep and then suddenly its 6 am in the morning. 

22 - Prof still did not came. had amart’s ayam penyet jamur for lunch. turns out juan bought ayam geprek gendut for dinner. night time is diarrhea time lmaooooo. did not feel sleepy at AR but i skipped shower again lmao,,,,,,,, and then suddenly its morning again

23 - jajan from sisterfield today. tried their carrot cake and kopi susu gula aren. the carrot cake has that carrot texture. its different. the icing was fresh cream cheese that made the cake taste good. the coffee made my stomach ache a bit. it has that subtle chocolatey taste. fell asleep again. third time’s the charm (of 1x/day face wash). woke up at 3 am planning to sleep but i ended up washing my face. turns out atikah was still awake due to AZ fever.

24 - this is the bestest sleep i had in this week (?) had a dream about going to bandung and the car falling to water. forgot my headset today. can finally meet prof Mur. talked abt inaco stuff w agassi. reread komugi meruem lmaoo. felll asleep. somehow had the misfortune of hearing dad’s hurtful words to mom. i want to fall asleep again but its difficuly. i went through stages of pent up anger, some sort of selfishness (i will go out from jakarta for internship), amazement to mom, and... (continue 2moro)

25 - lunch was dori rice from kanprim thanks to rasyid’s jastip. watched bts’ butter norebang lolll :(((. arrived at AR the fastest ive been. mom came to me right before maghrib and  summed some stuff dad said yesterday. she handled it in a trivial way. like she was unaffected. and that somehow helped me too. stuck around in the dining room for a while after maghrib. talked about internship w mom. i left some chance for dad to yap yap abt whatever related to internship (thankfully songs were full volume through my wireless headset) while im inhaling through my matcha latte. i wont write what he said bcs its lowkey super embarrassing. thank the gods for wireless speakers. 

26 - did not do anything productive today. Had arirang salted egg for bfast (wont repurchase). Had the meat cubes i bought online and its rly good. Ran with racil at citra 6. The tendon in my left feet hurt lol. Gmeet with ara et al to discuss internship review

27 - lazed. Wanted to start my day early but couldnt bring myself to. Binge watched twoset videos. Did clires stuff. 1 more RM to wait from IRMIK. No gastro intern work this weekend aaaa im starting to panic.

28 - juan came along otw to rscm. Talked about iship otw. brought tons of stuff to eat, including matcha latte, but i was unable to finish it lol. Discussed research budgeting w Prof. Didnt do anything in home. Starting to panic with my ppt progress.

29 - discussed budgeting revision. Prof thought abt little details i didnt even consider. Didnt do anything while at ar anjengggg

30 - prof did not come to dept today. Listemed to agassi rambling abt intern stuff. Immediately opened my laptop in ar. Watched two set. Played marapets lmaooo i finally managed to gather 3 au for shop pricer. But still didnot wash my face 👁️👄🤦‍♀️ maybe bcs i hate doing what people tells me to do (re: shower due to covid scare). Had a nightmare abt being in a car ride alone w dad and it was rly rly awkward