#AND THE FUCKING KISSES????? dude she is SOOO gentle with him!!!!!!!!

[forcedhesitation]

Man.

there's just something about the love between a woman whose impending death is inevitable and a man who's an immortal undead...

#bg3 spoilers #thoughts about media #starlach is so beautiful but so fucking tragic #apparently you cannot save karlach as astarion unless you've ascended #you cannot join her in avernus as a spawn :( #bro and it kills me karlach has been unwillingly celibate for 10 years #but that doesn't matter. she loves astarion SO MUCH she just wants to be with him. however she can. #AND THE FUCKING KISSES????? dude she is SOOO gentle with him!!!!!!!! #makes me think of this one short french film. which is obv a bit different from karlach and astarion's romance. #but it's still about valuing the love you have while it's there. because it can be lost so so easily. #basically a husband is cheating on his wife but then his wife falls terminally ill. and so he takes care of her. #and while taking care of her he realises just how much he loves her. he stops seeing the other woman. and stays with his wife to the end. #just the devotion he shows her in her remaining time alive and then the final shot where he's alone and just. dumbstruck with grief.... #I saw this film years ago and it still sits with me. it was so beautiful and tragic. very french! lmao. #just makes me think of starlach in a way though. like the beauty of that limited time karlach and astarion would have together. #and the fucking tragedy that would be karlach dying and astarion...immortal astarion.... being alone again. #ugh MAAAN!!!! starlach and wyllstarion and wyllach are all SUCH good pairs #they offer a veritable buffet of the most wonderful. tender. and tragic romance tropes T____T #I have to give credit where credit is due. thank you larian for two VERY fucking good m/f pairings. #so easy for writers to come up with piss poor m/f romances that have no chemistry but karlach works SOO well with either astarion or wyll. #i wish the fandom wasn't. well as fandoms normally are. you know. 😒 #literally any of these three pairs SHOULD be the most popular imo. #if you disagree- that's your own opinion. I am not here to fight with people. #also one last thing? the youtube poster's icon fucking KILLED me. please look at it.

[myrfing]

6.4 msq spoiler thread

YES! YES....ZERO GOURD FEAST BEASTS

i need this buff PERMANENTLY

EW

ESTINIEN

MAN WHAT

HURLING

DIDNT NEED TO SEE THAT

ZERO LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yshtola is so good at indirectly cheering people up in that shrewd old lady way. not that she's old just well matoya

I like how they put pen and paper in estinien's room like he's literate

dragons are always wanting to pop out their eyeballs

erenville are you...? the golled more...? can i go with you..

can we kiss

god he appeared on screen and SORRY vrtra but i need him to continue and tell me about his life and I need to go with him

now they're blueballing us about a mysterious letter

i like how zero's just been there like well I guess you know everybody on earth then

margrat. i need more of her bizarre behaviors

i forgort

thancred calling it "social struggles" YOU GUYS ARE MAKING THIS AWKWARD FOR ZEROOOO

these drake ass polar bears

the aetherfont is sooo gorgeous also I forgot my codex broke and nearly let thancred die. long time since ive healed a trust party as well but we go slow smell the ice bears

oh my god :U

thancred: just stick stay close to this one

gourd: slowly turning head with his o_o frontal bird face

they just let thancred tag along just beacause. not to be mean but we could also just meet new people

U Guys Are Leaving Gourd OUt of the Conversation Hinting At Something Happening To Come What The Hell So He Doesn't Get Alone Time And You Guys Are Getting Jobs Without Him Anyway

zero voice Idgaf about that

can the garleans get over their magic fear already you live in a world where there are glowing horses

damn that's crazy

msq is always very strangely gentle and thorough relative to others when it comes to dealing with garlean trauma or maybe thats just my hater lens. anyway the whole they are bigoted and small minded because they'd been hurt stuff is getting old and it's kind of crazy how this hurt people hurt people stuff is the limit here

trust me i dont really want 2

a weird bit about the whole garlemald thing is the bizarre angelic benevolence of the ilsabard contingent. not ONE person has been like you know you guys spent the past half century fucking up the entire world and you still demand respect for your gay ass tower because the imperial family sat their asses in it. anyway i have problems with the whole we're actually a totally 100% saintlike patience goodhearted pure intentioned foreign aid group thing We Have To Save The People Of Garlemald on the side of the alliance since the start but whatever

warmachina.

i dont want the thank you from this man LMFAO

zerooo 8[ also so much of what zero recounts explains. Cylva.

aw that's true jullus

LMFAOOOOO THEYRE MAKING THE WOL THINK OF ZENOS BECAUSE OF THIS CONVO? gourd did NOT trust that man unless you mean trust him to be awful. and what did zenos trust in the wol that he'd fight him eventually? I GUESS? MAYBE THEY MEANT HE WANTED TO TRUST US BUT I ALSO DO NOT CARE?

we're not friends just because someone calls you their friend 29083902 times 💀 i think that dude barely had a concept of gourd as a human being with his own life

an act of trade also can be an act of charity. THIS IS WHAT I MEAN THEIR POLITICAL WRITING IS SOMETIMES SO.....garlemald is still absolutely at the alliance's mercy + they still obviously believe in right by might re: that one line from the old dudes so there's no reason for them to not be cognizant of the fact we can just take by force and doesn't handle the hanging But Why Aren't They? question at all. this was a pity deal and everyone's like friendship and hope <3. im not saying goodwill and sincerity cannot exist between groups but this requires a sense of solidarity that we do NOT have with garlemald considering we still have to step entirely around the subject of their imperial affairs

you see as a nation they're not equals. they're the languishing half dead scattering remnant of an empire that built its wealth and prosperity for a time on war, theft, and enslavement of the rest of the world and radz and the alliance absolutely could just turn the tables and invade and probably just wipe out everyone here without breaking a sweat. of course that's abhorrent but it's crazy that THIS particular pain even the mere thought of it is made to not exist while the garleans get to be complicated about it. they want to keep their national name and pride with none of the consequences and we don't even demand that as if a nation is sacred and untouchable even after everything. I don't get it bro

i like the way varshahn says wyrm

THE LITTLE SQUICH SOUND WHEN I TAKE HER EYE?

glitter guy....

#ffxiv #6.4 spoilers

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

baby, what do you think Hwajin would say/do if he found out his chubby girl was bullied relentlessly up to like college age for being fat? And it kinda wrecked her self-esteem and body image.

Woopwoopwoop here we go!

Chubby fem below the cut 💕

CW: smut, praise, oral (female receiving), just a lot of reassurance and love 💕

First reaction is just pure rage

Like he'll be shaking with anger and you gotta bring him back to reality bc he's lost in thought thinking about how he's gonna get back at all those punks who made you feel bad

Will 100% offer to hunt them down and beat the shit out of them if that's what you want

He knows it won't solve anything, but what can he say? He's a man of action, not a man of words sksksk

But once the anger dies down it's replaced by sadness bc :( why would they do that to you? Why would they be mean to his sweet puppy?? :(

He's disappointed but not surprised that teenagers are pieces of shit who need to have lessons beaten into them he probs goes back to being angry for a bit sksksk

He's not good at moving on, he's got some past shit that he just can't let go of and he really needs to sort that shit out bc it's unhealthy dude! Get it together!

But he knows that the best thing for you would be to move on so you can live your best life and be as happy as possible

BUT LET'S BE REAL HE SUCKS AT COMFORTING PPL SOOO SKSKSK

He'll ask Hanrim for help and she'll come to the rescue bc she went to an all girl's school and knows how shitty ppl can be

She reminds you that you're not defined by what ppl say about you and that your self worth comes from within

People bullied you for being fat? Well all that means is those ppl aren't comfortable in their own skin and are terrified of ever being seen as "different" so they take out their fears by treating others like shit

She'll find some positive affirmations for you to repeat daily and she may even get you in touch with a therapist if that's what you want!

All in all she's much better at comforting you with words than Hwajin

So how tf does Hwajin comfort you if he's shit at using words?

Uhhhhhh through sex sksksk

V cliche but he will take you home and worship every inch of your body

No fr he is literally grabbing or kissing every single millimeter of you all the way down to your tippy toes and then you tease him about having a foot fetish and he gets all pouty

Focuses his attention on the parts you're most insecure about, leaving gentle tender kisses so you can see how much he loves them

Doesnt matter where: arms, tits, tummy, double chin, chubby cheeks, thighs, fupa, ass, muffin top--he is kissing it and smooshing his face in it bc jesus christ you sre so fucking soft and plushy and he adores you

Insists that you sit on his face

No you don't understand he's not taking no for an answer, he will lift you up and sit your pussy on his face himself if you won't sit willingly

And ya better brace yourself bc he is wrapping those big muscley arms around your thighs and keeping you on his face for at least an hour but lets be honest its prob gonna be closer to 2 or 3

Wont let up until you're sobbing and can barely speak

If you're too tired he'll stop there, but if not he's keeping you on his dick all night

He'll change positions about 20 times so he can see you in all your chubby glory

Im talkin missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle, shit he'll even pull up some positions on his phone for yall to try sksksk

He'll toss you around to where he wants you, showing you that even though you're bigger than average, he can still move you without any problem and fuck you silly

Will do this every night for the next week bc he loves you and he needs to remind his baby girl that you're the most exquisite person on the planet no matter what a couple of snot nosed brats from your past say

Will throw out so much fuckin praise jesus christ dude-

"That's it, that's my girl, taking this cock like a champ"

"I love watching your body jiggle when i fuck the shit out of you"

"Cmon baby, ride my dick, let me see how that pretty body moves"

"I love seeing this fat ass bounce on my dick" proceeds to smack your ass bc he's a heathen and can't control himself

"You look so fuckin sexy when you cum, puppy. Let's go for one more~"

Aftercare is full of positive affirmations and sweet nothings

"I love you so much puppy"

"You were so good for me, you’re always so good for me"

"You're so beautiful"

"Thank you for letting me fuck you"

"I'm so happy that i get to see you like this"

"I've never met anyone as perfect as you"

He doesn't know if any of it helps, but he'll do his best to remind you of how wonderful you are and how much he loves you every day

"I love you, puppy. Not just who you are on the inside, but all of you. Every ounce of you is incredible and I'm so lucky to have you in my life. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and nothing is going to change that" 💕

#ask #hwajin na #smut #chubby reader #fem chubby reader #hwajin na x fem chubby reader #hwajin na x fem reader #hwajin na x chubby reader #i hope you like it! #i hope it's not triggering or anything ^^; #☀️ asks

[jinkicake]

You Call Him Daddy?!

You accidentally call him daddy in front of the team.

Terushima Yuuji x Reader

Hi Anon~ Thanks again for requesting this!! I was so excited to write this one!!! I couldn’t just write one smutty scene,,,, I had to add in another.... Come on, it’s Terushima... You know I can’t help myself.... Wow,,, if the haikyuu boys were real I would sooo run to him with open arms because he seems like he would break my heart~~~

SMUT / NSFW 

WC- 1,484

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Terushima Yuuji x Reader

Ever since the first You Call Him Daddy I wrote I always thought about how well it would fit Terushima. You know,,,, bruh,,,, this dude……. Pls since the first time I saw him on screen I was hooked, GAWD that piercing sends me into orbit omg I need to shut up 

He would be soooo shameless like he would not care at all if people heard you calling him daddy, he would have that big ass grin on his face and would look around all proudly like yeah, you heard that correctly 

And then Bobata and Futamata are like…… SMACK CAM and smack him upside the head HAHHA anyway......

It would be a lie to say you don’t know how you found yourself in the storage closet with Terushima

What went from innocent touches from your boyfriend, his fingers drawing nameless shapes into your wrist, turned into him grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the closet

“Babe, there are no classes for the rest of the day in the gym” He had convinced you and, like a fool, you decided to ditch study hall and get your guys rearranged

However what you didn’t take into account and stupidly failed to remember is that any sort of sexual intercourse with Terushima Yuuji is not quick, he will have you bent for at least two hours

Not that realistic but come on, bitches </3, it’s Terushima let me dream

“Yuuji” You moan quietly and tightly grip the wall as Terushima pounds into you, he has one of your legs draped over his arm as you’re pinned against the wall

Through your heavily lust clouded mind you swore you heard the final bell ring and that instantly clears you head

“Ah, Yuuji, the last bell just rang!” You tell him, your eyes filled with worry because in ten minutes the entire gym will be filled with volleyball and basketball players “We don’t have time to finish!”

Terushima pouts and stills inside of you, you can’t help the way you clench around his aching length at the feeling. The sensation makes your boyfriend groan and he leans over top of you, resting his forehead on your shoulder 

“You sure you don’t want to finish,” He teases and you can’t imagine feeling so empty if he does decide to pull out

“You have five minutes.” Your warning flies over Terushjima’s head and he quickly goes back to pounding into you, the sound of his hips slamming into your own echos throughout the tiny closet 

What you didn’t know is that the bell you heard was the ‘late bell’ meaning it occurred five minutes after the final bell rang,,,, you failed to hear the first bell

“Daddy, shit,” You curse as you cum and Terushima releases his own loud groan at your words, emptying inside of you much to your dismay. “You ass! I told you not to cum inside of me!” You yell in a hushed whisper and Terushima shrugs

“I couldn’t help it, you’re so hot, babe.” He smooths over and you smack him with your skirt, Terushima whines at the impact but then notices the way your legs are still shaking

Like the caring boyfriend he is, Terushima leans down and helps pull your panties back up your legs, making sure to push his cum back inside of you before securing your panties over your dripping cunt. He lightly pats your slit and you scrunch your nose in frustration at him, Terushima then pulls up your skirt and makes sure to leave a few kisses on your thighs as he zips up the material

By now, you’re fully dressed and Terushima is lazily throwing on his practice shirt. Timidly you hide behind the door and try to listen outside, much to your relief you don’t hear anybody or anything

You open the door slightly and screech when you see not only your friend but two of Terushima’s…… you slam the door shut and turn to your boyfriend and stomp your foot as you point at the door

“What?” He asks and you tell him you saw both of your friends, “ah, let daddy take care of it” He whispers and you smack his head again

“They’re right outside you idiot!!!” You whisper and Terushima kisses your cheek in an attempt to calm you down, he steps in front of you and opens the door again. Terushima leans against the door frame and just opens it enough so that only he can be seen

“Hey,” He subtly nods to his friends and Misaki, his manager only shakes her head disappointedly 

“Nice shirt, fuckface” Bobata snorts and Terushima looks down to see his shirt is on backward

“Yeah, it’s a new trend these days and clearly you haven’t heard about it.” He teases his friend and Futamata has to hold back Bobata from slapping their friend

“I was wondering where (Y/N) was last period...” Misaki speaks with her voice full of suspicion and you awkwardly grab a hold onto your boyfriend’s shirt, anxiously pulling at the material 

“We were studying” Terushima answers confidently “It was a free period”

“Studying?” Misaki raises an eyebrow and the captain nods arrogantly 

“Yup”

“And what were you studying? You two aren’t even in the same class?” His manager continues to push and Terushima does not miss a beat with his answer

“Anatomy” You could practically feel everyone’s groan 

“Well if (Y/N) is done calling you daddy, tell her that I need her help picking out an outfit for the date I have this weekend.” Your friend says loudly and you push your boyfriend out of the door frame to run up to her

“You have a date this weekend?!” You ask and she nods excitedly, grabbing your wrist and dragging you back to her classroom “Tell me about it!!!!”

Terushima stands there in front of his friends and bites his lip, nodding silently at the entire scenario 

Bobata and Futamata glance at each other before raising their hands to slap their friend upside the head, leaving Terushima to grip his dyed hair tightly

“Come on, let’s go get ready for practice” Futamata grabs Terushima by the collar of his shirt and drags him towards the locker room, he doesn’t once bring up the daddy incident

“D-Daddy!” You whine and toss your head back against the pillow, you arch your back so strongly as you press your ass into the sheets that you feel your spine snap in the stretch. Terushima simply glances up at you, keeping your thighs apart as he holds your hands, looping his fingers together with yours. His warm tongue licks a broad stip up your clit just to tease you before going back down to your slit. 

Terushima devours you, he sticks his tongue deep inside you and massages your walls while making a point to swallow everything. He mouths back up to your clit and sucks the little pearl between his lips, ruining it with that sinful tongue piercing of his. The cool texture of the metal contrasts so differently from his hot mouth and the combination of the two makes you grind your hips harder against his face. 

“Look at you, squirming all over my face. You’re fucking delicious.” Terushima praises and lets go of one of your hands, bringing two of his long fingers up to your entrance. He goes back to sucking on your clit and thrusts his fingers into you at the same time, he curls his digits and lets the pads of his fingers run along your walls. It doesn’t take long for Terushima to find that familiar spongey spot inside of you, when he moans at the sight of you looking so fucked out you feel the vibrations run up your spine. “I want you to fucking squirt for me.” He curses and you shut your eyes painfully, feeling so overwhelmed by everything he is doing. 

Terushima removes his mouth from your soaked pussy and bites down on your inner thigh, making sure to leave a mark. 

“Keep your eyes open for Daddy, watch it all.” He orders and you nod, staring with a dark gaze as his dyed hair dips back between your thighs. 

It never takes long for you to come undone when Terushima is touching you like this, skillfully curling his fingers and giving your clit all his attention. That familiar sensation washes over you and your chest heaves in a deep breath as you fail to produce any words. 

“That’s it, oh shit,” Terushima watches in amazement as you squirt all over his fingers, soaking the sheets beneath you. He uses his other hand, with three fingers, to rub your clit back and forth while letting your essence spill out everywhere. 

You close your eyes as you feel him pull his fingers out of you, gentle and slowly in a way that won’t hurt. Terushima sucks his fingers into his mouth and you want to smack his head for being so loud. 

“On your knees now baby girl, Daddy wants to see that again."

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Taglist.

@yams046 @why-am-i-sad-and-sleepy @xhanjisungiex @xxashshs @chaosamu @angelkogane @augustdearly @kunimwuah  @lovellucy @osamuonigiri @pearzuko @darksxder

#terushima yuuji x reader #terushima x reader #terushima smut #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut

[lihikainanea]

I think we need to talk about an at home spa/self care day w Bill & Tiger.. Bill is overworked and sooo tired. He’s a bit pouty and tries his best to get some proper sleep in but it’s just not happening. So Tiger takes it upon her self to make a whole self care day for him. She kinda has to force him in at first bc he’s the kind of person to try to finish work w/o stopping. But no! Tiger’s determined. She has to steal Bill’s expensive skincare he never uses (I can see tiger wiping off his face mask and is just in awe of how glowy and pretty Bill is). But they’re also grooming nails, getting v tipsy, napping, watching a tv show they’ve put off way too long, baths, massages & ordering ridiculous amounts of food. -🐝

oh sweet emojbee, indeed LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS.

I will never forgive dudes for two complete atrocities committed against humanity: 1) their long eyelashes, and 2) their glowing skin. Seriously. These motherfuckers wash their face with a bar of hand soap on a rope and only do it like TWICE A WEEK and they fucking glow. Last month I bought a $360 La Mer serum (which I returned because it was bullshit) and it only made my skin look a little better.

Bill, in particular, has great skin. God I could have punched him back in September when he was promoting TDATT, with his glowing complexion and his rosy cheeks. Fuck you, asshole.

But yes, look, we’ve talked a little about some home pampering before. And one of the great things about attending all of these big events and red carpets and shit is the goodie bags. Tiger let it be known that she will like, NEVER walk a red carpet with him--it sounds awful--and that she won’t ever attend any huge press event or party. But she’s real happy to be waiting up for him back at the hotel wherever he is, dressed only in his shirt with carts full of room service, and all she wants is that goodie bag. She thinks celebrities are insane. One time, there was a Rolex in there--a legit Rolex, gifted to like 75 guests who could afford like 100 Rolex’s on their own.

To tiger, it’s madness.

But there’s also always a lot of beauty goodies in there. Coupons for Botox (tiger laughs until she cries), but also some real high end products. And Bill uses them sometimes; before red carpets it really is a primping event for him when his groomer comes in, but otherwise on the day to day he doesn’t do much.

But Bill always liked being touched--he especially loves it when tiger traces his features softly. And he’s been tired, he’s been overworked, maybe she’s visiting him on set somewhere--and she packed up a few things so they can just have a relaxed, self-care night at home. And she’s real glad she did, because the poor dude just looks awful--some dark bags under his deep-set eyes, his skin an ashen colour.

She tags along with him to set the next day, and sits in his makeup trailer with him. And that’s kind of when he mind is made up for tomorrow, which is his day off--because for two hours, tiger watches them paint shit all over his face. Just...pure gunk. Prosthetics everywhere.Heavy paint. This terrifying spray called Skin Guard. He’s layered with latex and glue and paint and aerosols and it just looks so uncomfortable--but you know, the end of the day is even worse. Because when they take it all off, they’re scrubbing and rubbing and by the end his skin is bright red and irritated, his eyes a little squinty, patches of a red rash going down his neck. Tiger has ideas.

So listen, the next morning, they both sleep in. Tiger finds the laundry room in the hotel and warms up their bathrobes, wrapping him in one as he starts to wake up. She gets him his coffee, for once, giving him all the gentle head scritchies while he drinks it. She pulls him into the shower to start--does he get shower head? He totally gets shower head--and she soaps him up, washes his hair for him, CONDITIONS IT (because how boys don’t know about conditioner, I’ll never know) and then when they’re done, as he steps out she helps him dry off with the towel--and then she moisturizes him. Bill never moisturizes. Butshe takes her time, helps rub out some of his sore muscles, and just massages in some of the best smelling lotion he’s ever known. She gets him back in his bathrobe and orders a breakfast feast, and she sets up her stash while they wait for it.

And it’s just a full day of pampering for Bill--and really, he’s letting it happen because it’s just so much of that good skin contact that he needs, and he’s complete mush. Tiger sets up with a bowl of warm water, a few rags. She pulls his head into her lap. She starts off with a real good head scritchie session that just seems endless, her nails scraping gently at his scalp, and only when he’s slack-jawed she’ll move onto his face--just take her time and run her fingertips all over his features, massage out some of the tension he keeps in his jaw and temples. She’ll wet the warm rag and drape it over his face, getting the cleanser ready.

And it takes hours, but it’s just so zen--for both of them. Bill gets all those soft touches that he needs. Tiger gets to revel in turning her Good Dude to absolute mush, being able to stare down and admit how beautiful he is like this, steal all the kisses she wants. She goes all in. Bill gets exfoliated, he gets a toner and an eye mask and a face mask another cleaner and a serum and a moisturizer. Tiger just takes her time with it, massages down his chest while she waits for the products to sink in. And by the end--god she could kill him--he’s glowing.

She pushes a glass of scotch in his hand, crawls in his lap, and he’s still all sleepy and slack-jawed and he just murmurs his thanks softly in her ear.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #soft bill

[gisachi]

Please make number 22 with ShinRan, and maybe the one who interrupts them can be Sonoko/Heiji...oh! And please make it canon and not AU. Sorry if this is too much request 😁😁

Hello, thanks for sending in a number! I gotchu with your request~ Wrote this on a whim so please excuse grammatical and/or spelling errors. Hope you like this one! 💖

22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party. (1,231 words)

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“Ow!”

“I told you, stay still!”

“I am trying!”

“Stop flinching, Jesus!”

Carefully holding his elbow in place, Ran dabs Shinichi’s freshly acquired bruise with cotton and alcohol, and the injured detective does nothing but wince in pain as if Ran’s rubbing salt on it.

“Can you at least be more gentle?!” Shinichi half shouts, and Ran rolls her eyes and huffs, working this time on the scraped skin on the side of his right hand, which has him clenching his fist tight and sinking his teeth to his lower lip.

“I am gentle, you just have poor pain tolerance.”

Shinichi sags against the couch, trying to keep a straight face while he watches Ran tender some more scratches on his right arm and lower leg. “This sucks.”

The disgruntled woman eyes him from head to toe.

“Just as I pray we won’t stumble upon some random case in our weekend trip to Osaka, we suddenly have this,” she remarks, tone stern and steely as they sit on the living room couch of the Hattori residence, the Osakan couple locked up in Heiji’s room where Kazuha tenders the hot-blooded detective’s identical bruises.

Unlike the boys, the girls are smart enough to conclude that they must not cure these two in the same space, lest they prefer graver wounds. Not from each other, but from their girlfriends restraining them with martial arts if they keep up with such incredibly childish behavior.

“At least they’re just minor injuries?”

“Which you could’ve avoided if only you and Hattori-kun acted more like your age,” she sighs as she plasters a bandaid over his bruised elbow. “Seriously, you’d be in bigger trouble if not for me and Kazuha-chan acting immediately.”

“It’s unavoidable, I swear.”

“Shinichi, you and Hattori-kun slid along the riverbank and almost fell straight into the water, you could have missed that,” the bite in the last phrase makes Shinichi cringe in shame.

“But you didn’t because you weren’t looking at where you’re walking,” Ran presses the alcohol soaked cotton a little too hard on his leg that he whines, “Because why? You’re busy fighting over who’s the better detective, minutes after the fangirls left us. Give yourselves a break, will you?”

Still wincing, Shinichi speaks behind gritted teeth, “but I can’t just let Hattori—”

Ran throws him The Glare, and he grumbles in defeat.

“Fine, I lost my cool there. Right.”

“Apologize to Hattori-kun after this, please? He’s even hosting us this trip, we should be grateful!”

“Right.”

Shinichi exhales inwardly, secretly mocking himself because he realizes where the Hattori Influence brought him. Damn, a quarter of the West Detective’s competitive spirit seems to have jumped to him. He isn't the type to really care about being the best in Japan, but curse Hattori and his contagious, feisty, over-the-top attitude. He makes a mental note to hang out with him less. That is, if he can even reject this annoying dude who also happens to be his best bud.

Ran closes the first aid kit, places it on the end table. “You’re hopeless,” with scrunched eyebrows, she pulls a cannot-be-helped smile, tracing the small abrasion on his cheek, the last one to clean, “such a hopeless, stubborn detective.”

In that moment, he deadpans to her lips, then turns away just before she catches the blush sprouting from his cheek.

“You know, there’s one way you can cure me instantly.”

“How?”

He doesn’t reply, but a few seconds in and Ran utters a silent ‘oh,’ seeming to get the hint. From the corner of his eyes, he sees her fidgeting on her seat.

Feeling the awkwardness setting in, he coughs.

“I mean, not really a cure, heh, but, you see—”

Before he can finish, she grabs his collar and plants a quick kiss over the bruise on his cheek, and he almost dies on the spot.

Ran lets go, scoots a few inches back the couch, looks at him coyly.

“There,” she says, shy but resolute, tinge of pink shading her ears and cheeks, “Feeling better?”

Shinichi flushes hard, stares at her like a lovestruck idiot.

Then, he sighs deep, sinks into the couch.

“Why do you always aim for the cheek…” he mumbles, moping like a child as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I’m sorry?” Ran sidles to hear him better, blush not disappearing from her face.

“I’m saying…” he turns his head, gulps at the realization that she’s closer than when she’s tending his wounds, lashes flapping enticingly as she blinks, cherry lips pouting cutely, the v-neck of her shirt revealing a modest amount of cleavage and it’s making all the blood in his veins gush to his head.

“Damn it! What I’m saying is!” He grabs both her shoulders, and there is this ridiculous thumping noise in his chest like he’s about to have a heart attack.

It grows even louder as Ran’s wide eyes lock his indulgently, before they flutter shut, nice and slow, and Shinichi can only do so much as tighten his grip on her shoulders and inch his lips closer, and closer.

“Aim for this next time, Ran,” he sighs his last words before his lips meet, not the air, not her cheeks, but her lips.

After how many attempts. Finally!

‘Yes yes yes yes yes’, Shinichi’s brain repeats, blood boiling at a thousand Celsius as her soft, silky lips caress him, replacing the stinging pain in his sanitized injuries with butterflies and flowers creeping and growing at exponential speed in random places in his body and everything feels sooo nice. Right, he’s feeling much better now. But only for the first few seconds. Because now a particular heat radiates down to his abdomen, to his pelvis, and it grows even stronger everytime Ran makes a delighted whimper as he moves his lips and changes his angle to fit hers better, and, and... why are their bodies slowly pressing flat into the couch?

“Oi, Kudo. The ahou’s right, I might’ve gotten a little over— HAAAAAAH?!”

Ran falls to the floor with a resounding thud, Shinichi scrambles to his feet trying to shield her from Heiji’s view but there isn’t any need because Heiji already saw their secret escapade though he prays he didn’t at all.

“Th-The hell are you doing not knocking, Hattori?!” Shinichi stammers as he sits clumsily on the floor, Ran behind him, both their ears, cheeks, neck as red as fresh molten lava.

“Why should I knock in my own house, Kudo??!” Heiji shouts back, tone furious despite the evident flush of red growing from his neck up.

In the background, the whistle of wind and cooing of birds intensify.

“...”

“...”

“Listen. I-We...it was in the spur of the moment, we didn’t plan to—”

“Ya bastard, even in MY house!”

An ominous, raging black aura spawning from Heiji’s back accompanies his roar and Shinichi stops explaining, wanting to apologize and laugh and run away instead at the absurdity of it all. Too late though, because Heiji’s already trapped him with his deadly I-get-it-but-you-fucking-owe-me-again-Kudo and I’m-going-to-upstage-you-just-wait-and-see glare before he drags an oblivious Kazuha - who appears from behind the archway completely missing everything Heiji saw - on the wrist and Kazuha stumbles on her feet.

“Kaz’ha, come with me! Kudo’s challenging me again!”

“Eh?? But did ya already apolo— wait what challenge? Whaddya mean Heiji?” 

They hear Kazuha last before the door to Heiji’s room slams shut.

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#shinran #slight heizuha #fanfic #kiss prompts #had a good laugh while i was typing this #presenting our idiot detectives #lmao #hope you like it!! ^^

[theamateurblogger]

Anon asked: “ do you write poly? if so could you write poly Tiffany x reader x Chucky? sfw and nsfw”

I have no problem writing poly! However, this is my first time ever writing it and lemme tell you if I ever wanted to be in a poly relationship with any characters, Chucky and Tiff would be at the very top of the list!!! Also, you didn’t specify if you wanted it for a female reader or not so I kind of assumed it was, but still kept it pretty gender neutral besides the end… 

*also, Tumblr fucked this post up like 3x before I could finally post it so that was great. 

SFW

When you first begin your relationship with Chucky and Tiff, you may feel a bit out of place. They have so much history together and such a strange dynamic; it will probably give you whiplash trying to navigate your way through this one. 

They’re both so different in the way they carry themselves in your guys’ relationship.

Tiffany is a natural romantic and she’s excited to be able to show that side of her personality with you because we all know Chucky boi isn’t very good with that kind of stuff. 

Her favorite thing to do with you is to take bubble baths and talk for hours. Essential Oils mixed with her cigarette smoke becomes your favorite thing.

Sometimes Chucky will even join. When he does, you can almost always count on his dirty jokes and let’s be real, he needed that fucking bath- dude has all kinds of dried blood on him and other questionable substances.  Sometimes, however, once in a blue moon, Chuck has a bad day and he just wants to sit there with you guys, grumbling under his breath about whatever’s bugging him this time. 

Most of the time, Tiff kicks his ass out of the room though, followed by him cursing at you guys and your giggling 

They’re both verrrrry protective of you. No one better fucking touch you.

Seriously. Their appreciation of your “innocence” can seem condescending at times,

“I can take care of myself guys”

Constantly in need of knowing what you are doing or what your plans are

Strange how so many people you’ve met end up found dead and on the news?

Even though they both have such dominant personalities and they bicker constantly, they always come together for you when you need it. Bad day? Cuddle session in bed, just staring up at the ceiling. Every now and then, Chucky will blurt out a joke apprehensively and you’ll all chuckle (maybe some eye rolls from you and Tiff). 

Even though he has a hard time showing it, Chucky loves you and Tiff and he doesn’t ever want to lose you, so he doesn’t mind going out of his comfort zone and trying to do things that will make you happy. Movie nights are his fave, especially horror and slasher films. He and Tiff practically get off on those and they spend the entire time cracking up about the victim’s faces and critiquing the killer’s moves. You just get to smile and appreciate the 2 hours of blissful time with them both when they aren’t fighting.

NSFW

Your guys’ relationship honestly isn’t as focused on sex as most would think. 

Don’t get me wrong, you all enjoy it very much, but it’s not an everyday thing ya know?

Tiff and Chucky can and will sexualize nearly everything between you three

Tiff has a major praise kink and nobody can tell me otherwise

When she has a fight with Chucky or he skips out on plans with you two and she’s just feeling a little down, sex with you is the perfect thing to make up for it. She likes to be told how proud you are of her and how beautiful she is and she appreciates the gentleness you have with her compared to the roughness Chucky gives her. 

The way you caress her and leave hickies all down her chest and the heated make out sessions??? Hell yeah. 

Chucky has a thing for watching. Whether it be when you and Tiff are in the bath, suds barely covering anything, or watching you two rub up against each other on the bed, gasping and writhing in pleasure. He loooooves it and will absolutely have a smile on his face, hands behind his head, watching smugly or groping his dick excitedly

But when its all three of you? Almost never soft. Expect bruises. 

Chucky’s absolute favorite is when he’s hitting you from the back with you on your hands and knees, eating Tiffany’s pussy out. Her hands are absolutely in your hair, pulling, tugging, praising 

On a particularly sadistic night though, you can expect Tiff to get a strap on and start thrusting into you from the front at the same time Chucky is thrusting into you from behind… they’ll obviously slap hands above you to complete the Eiffel tower position, laughing their asses off, teasing you about how you can never get enough cock or better yet, enough of them and how you’re sooo close and you’ve already come once but damn right they’re going to overstim you. And if you weren’t so fucking out of it, you’d love to watch them kiss over your shoulder

Orrrrr, they tie all of your limbs to the posts of the bed with a dildo choking you, an anal plug in your ass, and a vibrator tied to your hips. All while they get to sit on the couch in front of the bed, chain smoking cigarettes and laughingly speaking about how much of a slut you are for them, enjoying the way drool drips from your mouth and cum drips down onto the sheets. They love your whimpering and the noises you make. 

You can also expect nights where they refuse to touch you. 

They’ll be enjoying themselves, as you get to grumble and watch with wide eyes as Chucky slams his cock into Tiff over and over again. 

Let’s not forget the lovely nights that Tiff wants to put on a show for you two. The nights where she gets all dressed up in her lingerie and dances for you two, making complete eye contact and teasingly asking if you want her

*Let me know if you guys have any critiques for me or requests! This was my first writing for this blog and I’m sure I will learn more as I go!

#poly tiffany x reader x chucky #slasher x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #chucky x reader #Charles lee ray x reader #slasher smut #slasher headcanons

[vexedtonightmares]

last dance (elu ballet au) chapter quinze

Lucas is in his final year at the Paris Opera Ballet School and he’ll be damned if he lets his former friend-turned-rival Eliott steal the lead role in their production of Swan Lake.

aka- lucas and eliott are rivals who are forced to room together for their final year of ballet school before they try to enter the company. we can all see where this is going.  

i. ii. iii. iv. v. vi. vii. viii. ix. x. xi. xii. xiii. xiv. xv.

ao3

**tw: brief mentions of eating disorder, ocd, ptsd, anxiety, references to past sexual abuse, brief allusion to past suicidal ideation**

Samedi 11:24

“You’re cute.”

Lucas scrunched his nose up, shaking his head from where he was laying in bed, facing Eliott. When Eliott lifted his head to readjust the way he was lying down Lucas saw pillow creases on the side of his cheek, and it was adorable. 

“You are. You’re so cute,” Eliott repeated, tapping Lucas on the nose. In all honesty, Lucas knew he was cute, objectively, but he’d keep refusing if it meant Eliott kept telling him so. 

He grabbed one of Eliott’s hands and stretched their joined palms up to the ceiling before flopping them back down between the two of them, tracing small circles on the palm of Eliott’s hand. “I’m not,” he lied.

“You are.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, you should.”

“Hmmm…”

“Hmmm…” Eliott mimicked, screwing his face up in a way Lucas figured was supposed to match what Lucas had done prior. 

Lucas laughed, ducking his head down. “Stop. Now you’re cute.”

“I wasn’t before?” Eliott gasped in faux offense. Lucas merely raised one eyebrow, looking away pointedly. Eliott gasped again, this time in indignation. “Rude!”

Before Lucas could do or say anything else, Eliott unwrapped his hand from Lucas’ and used it to pull him closer. It was nice until Eliott started to tickle him. Lucas cursed his past self for admitting how ticklish he was, because now Eliott could use that to his advantage. 

“Eli! Eli! Stop ah—” Lucas laughed, breaths coming in short gasps as he tried and failed to squirm away. The light in Eliott’s eyes was almost blinding it burned so bright. Lucas knew it was a foolish wish, but he wished it could stay like that forever. Anytime Eliott had a smile on his face, Lucas felt like all was right in the world.

Eliott stopped tickling him abruptly and it was only then that Lucas realized they’d rolled so Eliott was hovering over him, pillow creases still apparent on his face and the sun streaming through the window framing him in a golden halo. Lucas’ heart stopped briefly when he realized that this was possibly the most beautiful Eliott had ever looked. 

He lifted a hand and placed it on Eliott’s chest, fingers tracing idly over the ink tattooed there. “I’ve never asked, when did you get this?”

Eliott looked down at his own chest, as if he’d forgotten there was anything there. He paused before speaking. “Over the summer,” he said at last. 

“Why?” Lucas asked, curious. He’d never really taken Eliott for a tattoo person, but he had to admit it did turn him on a little bit. 

Eliott dropped his eyes, biting his lip nervously. “Um, I’d just gotten out of a really bad depression. An episode, I guess, is what it was. It was one I didn’t think I’d get out of…” he trailed off, and Lucas understood what he was saying without saying. The pain that exploded from his heart was unmatched, but he said nothing, waiting for Eliott to continue. 

“But I did get out of it, mainly thanks to Idriss and Sofiane, and I got this as a reminder that life was worth it, I guess,” he finished, shrugging to the best of his ability, given his position propped up over Lucas. 

“I think it’s beautiful,” Lucas said earnestly, “I think you’re beautiful.”

He was, he was so beautiful. And instead of denying it, Eliott simply closed the space between them, pressing a gentle but deeply intentioned kiss to Lucas’ lips. It wasn’t like they hadn’t kissed in a long time or anything, but the kiss sent every ounce of dopamine in Lucas’ brain rushing into his body.

“I’m so in love with you, you have no idea,” Lucas said breathlessly as they broke apart, running his fingers through Eliott’s hair. He felt such a love for Eliott that he couldn’t even put it into words. “You’ve ruined me, you know. You’ve made all my expectations for love way too high. You can never leave me, I don’t know how I’d manage.” 

He said it like he was joking, but it was the truth. He’d found so much in Eliott that he didn’t even know existed, so much of himself and so much of the world. It was unthinkable that he’d ever lose it, but there was always that fear. 

“I could never,” Eliott said seriously, brushing their noses together, “The person I am when I’m not with you is someone I never want to be again. I told you once but I’ll continue to tell you a million times: you’re it for me Lucas Lallemant. In this universe and in all the others you’ve dreamed up in your mind. They haven’t created a word big enough to express how much I love you.”

Lucas stroked down Eliott’s cheekbone, willing himself to not go all in so fast. Somehow the words Eliott had spoken were real, and Lucas could tell how much he meant them. It seemed crazy that he could be so happy when just a few days ago his world had tipped entirely on its axis, but somehow, he could be. And he wasn’t going to waste a moment of that happiness. 

It was unclear which one of them dove back in for a kiss, or maybe they met halfway, but the only important thing was that they were kissing again. They were kissing, they were kissing, and Lucas was floating, was floating, and the light making its way through the window was working its way into Lucas’ heart and soul, heart and soul.

Lucas gripped Eliott tighter by the back of his neck, and Eliott pressed down further, connecting their bodies deeper and closer. Each kiss was like a song, one Lucas didn’t know the lyrics to yet, but he knew it would be one of his favorites once he did. 

“Hey, Luc— WHAT THE FUCK—”

Eliott and Lucas broke apart in the blink of an eye, Lucas shoving Eliott off of him and almost off the bed so fast neither of them were really able to register it. Lucas blinked at the door, doing his best to look innocent, and probably doing a terrible job. 

Yann stood in the doorway, mouth agape, eyebrows creased like he was trying to solve some sort of math equation that just didn’t add up. Lucas had sworn they’d locked the door to their suite… but no, he remembered, Eliott had gone out early in the morning to get them croissants from the bakery down the street to celebrate not getting kicked out. He probably hadn’t thought to lock the door when he got back, and Lucas had no reason to lock the door to his bedroom, or even close it for that matter. 

“I can explain,” Lucas said, filling the tense, silent space in the air. 

“You’d better,” Yann agreed incredulously, finally looking Lucas in the eye. 

Eliott looked a bit like he was trying to shrink himself in size or hide under the covers, maybe both, and it was so cute it took all of Lucas’ restraint to not reach over and kiss him. 

“Sooo…” he began, “I’m dating Eliott.”

Yann looked at him like yeah, no shit, which, fair. “How long has this been a thing?”

“Um… since that one party,” Lucas responded vaguely, not exactly wanting to reveal how long it had actually been. Unluckily for him, Yann knew exactly when he was talking about, given that it was the last party all of them had been at together.

“The one Alexia invited us to.” It wasn’t a question, but Lucas nodded anyway. Yann closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his eyes with his thumb and index finger. “What the fuck,” he repeated, which was appropriate. 

“We just wanted to keep it a secret until the show was over, we didn’t want to cause any drama,” Lucas explained. He didn’t want Yann to feel bad or feel like Lucas thought he couldn’t trust him. He hadn’t even told Manon. Yes, Imane knew, but that was mostly because she happened to be there when he was having a mental breakdown.

Yann opened his eyes, dropping his hand. “Yet you did anyway,” he said with a frown. 

That was also, unfortunately, true. When he really thought about it, it was a wonder no one else had put the pieces together, given what he and Eliott had both gone through over the past couple of weeks. Lucas shrugged, looking down to realize that from Yann’s perspective it probably looked like he was naked. He cringed slightly to himself, then looked over at Eliott. 

“Can you, um, give us a minute?” Lucas asked softly, urgency in his eyes. Eliott thankfully understood right away and he nodded, plucking one of Lucas’ hoodies from the floor and throwing it on, even though it was a bit small. Thank god he was already wearing sweatpants. 

The terse silence stayed latent in the air as Eliott, head down, skirted his way around Yann and closed the door behind him. Lucas almost laughed to himself as he heard Eliott’s footsteps break into a soft jog when he left the room. 

“Can you—” Lucas began to ask, and Yann caught his drift, grabbing another discarded hoodie and tossing it to where Lucas was still partially hidden under the covers. He just had his boxers on, and he definitely did not need Yann to know that. 

Yann sat on the edge of the bed, weariness in his eyes. “He’s not… making you do anything, right?”

“Oh, god, Yann, no! Of course not!” Lucas exclaimed immediately, not even knowing why Yann’s mind went there in the first place. 

Yann raised his hands in surrender, widening his eyes. “I just had to make sure dude, I don’t know! You’re the one who’s been talking about how Eliott is the spawn of satan for like five years!”

“I don’t think I ever called him the spawn of satan,” Lucas argued back, which was probably the most unnecessary addition to the conversation. 

“You know what I mean.” Lucas did know what he meant. It just made him feel so guilty to think about these days, even when Eliott had reassured him time and time again that there was no hard feelings. They’d both gone through a lot over the years they’d been apart emotionally, and they couldn’t blame each other for the things that had been said and done when it mostly just led to blaming themselves. 

“We’ve… worked through it,” Lucas explained, figuring that was the best way to put it. 

“All of it?” Yann asked, and Lucas nodded. He knew why Yann was so concerned, and he really did appreciate it. Not many people cared for him like that. 

He couldn’t really look at Yann at the moment, so he laid back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. “He makes me feel so whole, Yann. I didn’t know I could ever feel like this.”

Yann settled down beside him in the spot Eliott just vacated, joining him in gazing at the ceiling. “I believe that’s what our ancestors called ‘love’.” 

Lucas nudged him gently, laughing to himself. “I’m aware of that, idiot. I’m so fucking in love.”

“Don’t punch me, but I honestly never thought I’d hear you say that,” Yann said, and Lucas finally turned to look at him. 

“Really?”

Yann nodded. “I guess I just didn’t know if you’d ever love yourself enough to let someone else love you, or to realize you deserve that love. I hoped, sure, but I knew that could only do so much. Then, with what you told us about your eating disorder… I’m so sorry, Lucas. I’ve seen you in pain for so long that I let myself get desensitized to it. I shouldn’t have, and I’m going to have to carry that for the rest of my life, but I still did it, and I’m so glad you found someone who saw every part of you and loved and cared for you in the way you deserve.”

An errant tear slipped down Lucas’ cheek as he turned to face Yann fully. Yann was still looking at the ceiling, but Lucas spoke anyway. “Don’t blame yourself for anything Yann. I didn’t want anyone to see that I was struggling, or to call me out on any of my bullshit. Eliott didn’t listen to my silent pleas for normalcy because he’s as stubborn as I am, but you can’t let yourself regret what happened in the past or blame yourself for it, trust me. It doesn’t do anyone any good, least of all yourself.”

“I’m still sorry,” Yann said, finally turning his head, “Please just let me be sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Lucas said, because it was what Yann needed to hear. Lucas didn’t think Yann needed to be forgiven for anything, but he offered up his forgiveness as a stepping stone to not send either of them too far into a regretful spiral. 

“He loves you too?” Yann asked seriously. 

Lucas smiled, thinking about the way Eliott looked at him like he was more beautiful than any star in the sky. “He does.”

“Jesus, you sappy little shit,” Yann groaned shaking his head. “‘He does’, with that fucking smile? Who are you and what have you done with Lucas Lallemant?”

He knew Yann was joking, but he thought about it. He was different, but it was a good different, a kind of different that made him want to soar, not sink. “I’m Lucas Lallemant 2.0, I think. The new and improved version. I like me better now, although I guess I didn’t really like myself at all before.”

“Well Lucas Lallemant 2.0, I’m your best friend Yann Cazas. Don’t go forgetting that again, ok? I’m with you no matter what. I’m the person you call when you need to hide a body, and you’re the same to me,” Yann said, raising his eyebrows.

“As if I could ever forget you,” Lucas said, half joking half serious. “And thanks, really.”

“Another no homo bro hug?” Yann offered, and Lucas didn’t even have time to respond verbally before Yann sat up and pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. Lucas returned the gesture, resting his head on Yann’s shoulder.

When they pulled away Yann twitched his lips, looking to the side. “Speaking of no homo bro hugs—”

“Yann are you coming out to me?” Lucas interrupted, pretending to be scandalized. 

Yann rolled his eyes, shoving Lucas’ shoulder. “Shut up. What I was going to say was, you need to talk to Arthur.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Lucas asked immediately, heart speeding up. Arthur had been acting a bit oddly… Lucas really hoped nothing was wrong.

“Calm down, nothing’s wrong,” Yann continued, reading his mind, “I just think you guys should have an actual heart to heart.”

“You’re scaring me a bit Yann…”

“I swear!” Yann raised his arms again. “He just filled me in on the things going on in his life, and I figured you’d want to know too, but not from me.”

“Ok…” Lucas was still wary, he could sense Yann wasn’t telling him something, but he’d just have to accept it for now. He really should have a talk with Arthur anyway, even just to fill him in on everything going on in his life as well. “Ok,” he repeated, “I’ll talk to him this week.”

Yann nodded, then scooted off the bed. “Tell your lover he can stop hiding in his room now, but if he ever hurts you I will break his spine.”

“Noted,” Lucas said, smiling. Then, “By the way, how’s it going with Chloé?”

Yann laughed as if he couldn’t help himself. “Ha. That. Yeah, um, it’s not really ‘going’ so to speak anymore.”

Lucas lifted the water from his bedside table in mock salute. “I expected nothing less.”

“Shut up, Lallemant, you’re still on thin ice for not telling me you’ve been a part of some enemies to lovers fanfiction for weeks now.” Yann pointed at him, narrowing his eyes. 

“Enemies to lovers fan— Are you serious right now?” Lucas laughed, doubling over. 

Yann simply turned towards the door, calling over his shoulder. “You don’t know what I do in my free time. Although, come to think of it, which one of you would be Harry and which one would be Draco?”

“Yann!”

“Ok, ok, leaving for real now. Let me know when you decide, though, this is important data,” Yann yelled, making his way through their living room and out the door. Lucas flopped back down shaking his head fondly. Harry and Draco… Yann was something else, he really was. 

Lucas was so out of it he didn’t even register when Eliott walked back into the room until he said, “Well, obviously, I’m Harry.”

“What? Are you kidding?” Lucas scoffed as Eliott settled back down beside him. “How am I Draco?”

Eliott shrugged. “You were the mean one.”

Lucas rolled his eyes. Fine, if that was how they were going to play it. “You were the one who pined from afar for years.”

“They both did that,” Eliott argued.

“Well you— and Draco— were the ones aware that they were pining.”

And so they went on like this, debating back and forth, hands twisting together idly, legs brushing not so accidentally, hearts filled to the brim with adoration, as was normal these days. It was a peaceful morning that led into a peaceful afternoon that led into a peaceful night and it was wonderful. Every minute of it. 

Dimanche 19:07

Lucas was fully drained, mentally and emotionally. He’d spent the last seven hours with a clinical psychologist, working through what was going on and getting properly diagnosed, and now he was even more exhausted than after a full day of rehearsals. It had taken a while for him to feel comfortable, but once he began to open up, the words wouldn’t stop flowing and flowing until he’d practically told his entire life story. It was a lot, and all he wanted right now were cuddles from Eliott. 

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by Eliott’s grinning face standing behind the counter chopping something up. “Hey, Lu. I’m making dinner.”

Lucas appreciated that he didn’t ask how the session had gone. Lucas would tell him, but he needed a moment to process things on his own first. He made his way over to the counter, sitting at one of the stools and peeking at what Eliott was doing. “What are you making?”

Eliott’s face flushed bright red. “It’s a surprise?”

“A surprise?”

Eliott beckoned Lucas closer with his hand, waiting to speak until they were inches apart. “I have no idea what I’m doing,” Eliott whispered.

“Do you want help?” Lucas whispered back, stifling a giggle. 

“No,” Eliott scoffed in mock indignation, pulling away. “Who knows, maybe this will be the best meal we’ve ever eaten. Maybe I’ll become a world famous chef, the new Remy.”

“Remy?” Lucas clarified.

“Yeah, the rat from Ratatouille.”

Lucas laughed. “Oh, I just thought his name was Ratatouille.”

This apparently, was the wrong thing to say, because Eliott dropped everything he was doing and stared at Lucas, mouth agape. Once he regained his composure, he sighed. “We have to break up.”

Lucas choked on a laugh, taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t respect the cinematic excellence that is Ratatouille enough to even remember the main character’s name. I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.” He shooed Lucas with his hands, turning away dramatically. “Begone, thot!”

And, well, Lucas had never expected to hear those words from Eliott, so he did what any sensible person would do. He laughed so hard he quite literally fell from his chair. 

“Shit!” he exclaimed, catching himself before he could really embarrass himself. Eliott ran to the opposite side of the counter, alarm in his eyes. 

“Oh my god are you ok? I’m so so sorry, Lu, I’m so— are you laughing?” Eliott rambled upon seeing Lucas shaking on the ground. Lucas lifted his head and revealed not tears of pain, but tears of laughter. Eliott sank down onto the floor beside him, dropping his face into his hands, but his smile was unmistakable. 

“Begone— thot—” Lucas gasped between laughs, wiping his eyes. 

Eliott finally surrendered to his own laughter, shaking his head. “I don’t even know where that came from.”

It took a few more minutes for Lucas to finally catch his breath, but once he did, he clasped one of Eliott’s hands between both of his. “Thank you,” he said, radiating with warmth.

“I called you a thot,” Eliott reiterated.

Lucas nudged him with his shoulder. “That’s not what I’m talking about, dummy. Thank you for being you, for making me laugh after the day I just had.”

“Are we talking about it?” Eliott asked, and Lucas wondered the same thing himself. He kind of just wanted to get it all off his chest, even if a small part of him was screaming to hold it all in until he exploded. 

Lucas settled on a nod, leaning back against the counter and pulling his knees up to his chest. Eliott did the same, the two of them sitting side by side and not looking at each other. It was easier saying these things when he didn’t have to look for every single reaction in Eliott’s expressive eyes. 

“So, I guess I officially have an eating disorder,” Lucas began. He felt his heart start to beat a tad more rapidly and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Eliott didn’t say anything, just listened, still holding his hand. 

“Anorexia nervosa, technically,” he continued, biting his lip. “I, um, also apparently have generalized anxiety disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, and deeply rooted emotional and physical trauma which manifests itself as PTSD. And abandonment issues. I’m quite the catch, I know.”

Eliott squeezed his hand. “Hey. None of that makes you less of a person, ok? Now that you know what to call it, you’ll have a better time learning how to push through it in a healthy way, right?”

“Yeah,” Lucas said in a small voice, focusing on a loose thread on his pants. 

“Do you have to take any medications?” Eliott asked conversationally, as if they were talking about the weather. 

Lucas nodded again. “They think that would be best, particularly for the OCD, mostly because I can’t go to therapy as often as they’d like given rehearsal schedules.”

“Hey that’s great!” Eliott exclaimed, and Lucas finally looked at him, confusion creasing his brows. “I have to take medication too, for, you know… now we can take them together or something. Help each other out. Obviously it won’t be easy for either of us, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

“That would be nice,” Lucas said, resting his head on Eliott’s shoulder. It most definitely would not be all rainbows and butterflies, and may be a source of argument from time to time, but Lucas thought it was what both of them needed at the moment to help them adjust to the changes in their lives. 

“Minute by minute, baby,” Eliott said, leaning his head on top of Lucas’. 

“Please don’t call me baby,” Lucas said, scrunching up his face even though he knew Eliott couldn’t see it. Had he told Eliott about his dislike of pet names yet or was this going to have to be a new conversation?

“Whatever you say, baby.”

“Eliott I swear—” 

But he didn’t finish, and Eliott didn’t have time to answer, because a loud beeping noise interrupted both of their trains of thought. Their heads shot up, then their bodies when they realized the beeping was the smoke detector. 

“You were making food,” Lucas remembered and Eliott nodded solemnly. 

“I was making food.”

“Shit.”

They both went to work, waving away the smoke and turning off the stove, putting whatever Eliott’s concoction had been into the sink. Eliott was jumping up and down waving a dish towel to dissipate the smoke, and the sight was enough for Lucas’ panic to leave him and for laughter to take over once again. Eliott glared at him like Is now really the time?, but the corner of his mouth twitched nonetheless. 

Lucas heard voices outside their door and looked through the peephole to see people walking past, muttering in confusion. “Shit,” he repeated, “I think we’re supposed to evacuate.”

“Even if we’re the source of the problem?” Eliott asked, still waving his dish towel.

“Especially if we’re the source of the problem, I think,” Lucas replied, reaching for the hoodie he’d strewn across the couch earlier. Actually, it was Eliott’s hoodie, but Lucas claimed it, so now it was his (at least until it stopped smelling like Eliott).

Eliott reluctantly put down the towel and followed Lucas out of the room, leaving the door ajar so the smoke had more room to escape. They found themselves caught in the throng of ballet students and grabbed each other’s hands instinctively, not remembering that what they had was supposed to be a secret. It didn’t matter anyway, no one was paying attention to them. 

At least, they weren’t until Lucas and Eliott caught each other’s eyes over some of the younger student’s heads. Their lips wobbled, and Lucas bit the inside of his cheek, but it was useless. They broke back down into laughter, because of course they’d almost started a fire while they were having a deep and important conversation. And of course they’d had a deep and important conversation right after Eliott had called him a thot.      

Once outside, Eliott and Lucas were still nearly pissing themselves laughing, not paying the slightest bit of attention to anyone or anything around them. They couldn’t stop, and everyone was looking at them like they were insane, though that could have partly been because it was Eliott and Lucas laughing together. No one had seen that since they were ten years old. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” Emma asked, catching their attention. Right, other people existed. 

“We may have set off the fire alarm,” Eliott explained biting his lip to try to stop his laughter. Lucas wasn’t quite there yet.

“We?” Daphné cut in, looking between the two of them utterly confused. Lucas caught Imane’s eye as he regained his composure, the knowing look, and he tried not to draw attention to it. 

Sofiane caught the look though, probably because he was always looking at Imane, and his jaw dropped. “Wait a minute.”

Eliott looked at Sofiane in confusion, not having caught the exchange that had just gone down. Sofiane closed his mouth, then opened it, then closed it again. “Am I dreaming?” he asked finally.

“No,” Imane said, and Lucas glared at her. 

He nearly groaned aloud when Manon came over to join all of them, along with Arthur, Ingrid, and Chloé. “What’s going on?” she asked warily, looking at Daphné for some sort of explanation. Daphné merely shrugged, eyes wide as she tried to figure out what was going on.

Ingrid looked at Manon and Daphné, then up at Lucas and Eliott. “They’re fucking,” she said simply, and practically every single person within earshot went wild. 

“Funny joke—”

“Woah…”

“I knew it.”

“Lucas and Eliott? Never.”

“Finally.”

Lucas looked from person to person, mouth agape. Eliott looked a bit uncomfortable, kind of like he wanted to disappear, and Lucas went into defense mode. He glared at Ingrid, folding his arms across one another. “Really?”

She shrugged. “What? I share a wall with one of you, and you’re loud as fuck.”

Lucas didn’t think they were that loud, and besides, they’d only ‘fucked’ the way she was insinuating for the first time after their dance in the theatre. Sure, they’d probably done a few other… loud… activities, but it wasn’t like it was every night. 

“That doesn’t mean it was Lucas and Eliott, though,” Daphné said, “It could have been one of them with someone else.”

“Well that would be super awkward, considering the two people in question were moaning the names ‘Eliott’ and ‘Lucas’,” Ingrid said matter of factly, and Lucas decided right then that he was going to kill her. 

“But they hate each other,” Daphné said, looking to Manon for assistance. She wasn’t paying attention though, too focused on Lucas, on trying to read his face. He saw the moment she read all she needed to and was forced to accept the reality that Ingrid was telling the truth. Her jaw didn’t drop quite as Sofiane’s had, but it was enough that Daphné and Emma both gasped. 

Yann winked at Lucas across the group of people, which was entirely unhelpful, but he supposed he had gotten himself into this situation in the first place. “We’re not fucking,” Lucas said adamantly. 

Eliott met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in an equally unhelpful fashion, and Lucas sighed. “We’re not just fucking,” he amended, covering his face with his hands to avoid eye contact with anyone and everyone. He felt an arm slip around his shoulders and knew it was Eliott’s without having to look.

“We’re dating,” Eliott said simply, and if everyone’s reactions had been wild before, they were nothing compared to what they were now.

Manon’s face told him that she was going to chew him out for not telling her later, but also that she was happy for him if he was happy, and he appreciated it. He did feel bad for not telling her for so long. 

Just as their friends began to ask questions, the director emerged, yelling to all the students. “This was a false fire alarm, you can all go back inside and about your business, we’ll have someone come in tomorrow morning to look into any faulty wires that could have tripped the alarm accidentally. I apologize for the inconvenience.”

His face said otherwise, but then again, he always looked like he’d just stepped in shit. At least no one had found out that Lucas and Eliott were the source of this trouble, especially given all the other trouble they’d caused recently. 

Before their friends could even think to ask more questions or even focus their attention back on Eliott and Lucas, Eliott grabbed Lucas’ hand and took off with him back into the building, laughing all the while. 

The charred remains of their dinner still sat in the sink, so they grabbed leftovers from the fridge before locking their door— and triple checking that it was actually locked— and resuming their positions leaned up against the counter on the floor. 

They could explain everything in the morning.

Lundi 12:12

Surprisingly, most people had come to terms with Eliott and Lucas being a thing by the time classes started that morning. Maybe more of them had seen it coming than they were willing to admit, or maybe they were just waiting to ambush them until after class. Whatever the case, it gave Lucas opportunity to pull Arthur aside at the beginning of class to ask if he wanted to have lunch, just the two of them. He’d agreed, and now Lucas sat waiting at the cafe down the street, frowning at the time. Arthur wasn’t going to bail on him, was he?

But no, almost fifteen minutes past noon, Arthur strolled in, casual smile on his face. Lucas could tell it was forced, but he didn’t comment on it. He knew Arthur had been going through a lot lately. 

“Hey Lulu,” Arthur said as he sat down, and Lucas found himself grinning at the nickname. Arthur was really the only person he ever let get away with calling him that. “What did you, um, want to talk about?” Arthur added, almost nervously. 

Lucas didn’t really have an answer, because technically Yann was the one who told him to talk to Arthur. “I just wanted to check in, I guess. Make sure everything’s alright with you.”

“Oh.” The tension in Arthur’s shoulders deflated. “This is about what I told you and Yann last week?”

Lucas shrugged. “Kind of, I guess. We don’t have to talk about it, but I’m here if you want to.”

Arthur seemed to weigh this, folding his hands and unfolding them so many times it almost made Lucas dizzy. It was odd, Arthur was never usually nervous like this, especially not around Lucas. “Well. I’m getting emancipated, obviously. I don’t think you’ve ever met my mom but she’s— she’s something. It was never really about her, but she never did anything, either, so I guess it was about her, in a way.”

“I’m sorry, I just don’t understand,” Lucas said apologetically. He knew Arthur liked to speak vaguely, didn’t like to get too personal, but if they were having this conversation, Lucas needed to be able to follow it. 

“Right. Sorry. Um, you know my mom was a ballerina, famous and whatever, that’s why I started ballet. When I was five she hired this special instructor, apparently she was really well known in the ballet world, I don’t know, I was five, but she also… got a little too involved in our rehearsals. I didn’t really even know what was happening, I was too young, so I didn’t say anything. I thought that’s what ballet teachers did. But then I got older, and she stayed under my mother’s employ, and I started to realize the things we did, that she was doing with me, they weren’t, like, normal, or right. That’s when I told my mom about it, but she didn’t believe me. She said I just wanted an excuse to slack off rehearsing. That was when I was twelve, and she was my mom, so I accepted her word and continued doing what I’d been doing my whole life.

“Then when I was fourteen it got… different. My instructor, she— let’s just say some things changed for the worse. At that point I couldn’t blow it off or pretend it wasn’t happening anymore. I hated her, I hated my mom, I hated myself most of all, so I stopped giving a shit. I blew off rehearsals all the time, a habit that I kept up here at school, even though this place was heaven compared to being at home, I started smoking weed a lot, I hooked up with a lot of people I probably shouldn’t have. People who thought I was older than I was, who were much older themselves, because I guess a masochistic part of me was used to it. Eliott, actually, was the only one who noticed. It’s no one’s fault for not noticing what I didn’t want them to notice, but when Eliott did notice, I finally let myself break.” 

Arthur shut his eyes and clenched his fists on the table. Lucas realized he’d simply been staring open mouthed and schooled his expression into something more neutral. He and Arthur were more alike than they’d realized, apparently, and Eliott continued to be one of the greatest humans to ever grace the earth. 

When Arthur opened his eyes, Lucas pretended not to notice the tears he was blinking away. “Obviously,” he continued, “Some old habits die hard. I still do things I shouldn't. I go out until dawn when I know I have rehearsals at eight, I don’t apply myself in class like I know I can because I don’t want personalized attention, I have unhealthy habits when it comes to relationships, but I tried to start over in little ways. I filed for emancipation at the beginning of last school year with Elliot’s help and I stayed with Alexia last summer, so that’s why we’re closer than we used to be. She was another lifesaver. No one of any importance believed me when I told them about what my instructor did, but at least they believed me when I told them that my mother was emotionally abusive and incredibly manipulative, and she put me into dangerous situations without care or conscience. She still tries to contact me sometimes, and I really don’t want to have to get a restraining order, but I found out that she and my old instructor apparently have been in a relationship for quite a few years and they never told me about it. I don’t even have the words to say how fucked up that is.”

“Fuck, Arthur, I’m so sorry,” Lucas said, unable to keep it in any longer. He wasn’t sure if Arthur was done or not, but he’d paused, and Lucas had used that as an opening. 

Arthur just shrugged noncommittally. “You have nothing to be sorry for. That's life.”

“No one deserves that kind of a life,” Lucas said, because that was what he’d learned recently himself. 

“I could say the same to you,” Arthur responded, and Lucas smiled sadly. 

“I know, that’s why I’m telling you.” Arthur said nothing to that, just continued to look down at his hands. “Um, would it be ok if I gave you a hug?” Lucas asked, because in his opinion hugs made everything better. 

Arthur’s head shot up and he shook his head fervently. “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Ouch, but ok. Maybe this was about Eliott? They hadn’t talked about that yet, just the two of them, maybe Arthur thought Eliott was the super jealous type or something. “Eliott won’t mind if I give one of my best friends a hug,” Lucas said slowly, and Arthur flushed bright red.

“That’s not what I meant, um, I just actually have something else I need to talk about with you.” Arthur’s hands were fidgeting again. “I… um, simply put, I think I’m in love with you?”

Lucas blinked, certain he’d misheard. There was no way… he and Arthur had always had this intimate dynamic together, but it was always platonic. That was his understanding of it at least. 

“What?” he asked intelligently. 

Arthur rubbed his eyes under his glasses, sighing deeply. “I’m kind of in love with you which is why I’ve kind of been avoiding you lately.”

“How long?” What the fuck else was he supposed to ask? To say? It was strange to think that if he and Eliott hadn’t gotten over their shit he might be with Arthur right now. 

Arthur shrugged. “Around the time we went to that party Alexia invited us to. We were talking about getting married, and I was drunk, and I just had a fleeting feeling of wanting to kiss you. Then I realized the feeling wasn’t fleeting, and then I panicked.”

“Did you know I was with Eliott?”

“No.” Arthur shook his head. “I was as surprised as everyone else last night.”

“Then why didn’t you ever say anything? Why say something now?” Lucas asked, genuinely. 

Arthur smirked, but there was no humor to it. “Because I can handle you rejecting me if you’re in love with someone else, but I don’t think I could have handled you rejecting me because you simply didn’t feel the same way.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucas said, because he didn’t want Arthur to feel like shit because Lucas didn’t love him like that. 

Arthur looked away. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault, we don’t choose who we fall in love with. I’ll get over it, trust me. In the meantime I understand if you don’t want to be around me or whatever.”

Lucas scoffed, bringing Arthur’s gaze back to his. “Are you serious? Do you really think I would ever not want to be around you? Sure, I’m not in love with you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you with all my heart. You’re one of my favorite people in the entire world.”

“Lucas you don’t have to say that—”

“I know,” Lucas cut him off, “I want to. Because I mean it.”

Arthur began to grin, then. It was small, it was slow, but it was there. “We should probably get out of here, classes start up soon.”

Lucas checked his phone for the time and realized Arthur was right. It felt like no time had passed at all, he’d been too wrapped up in their conversation. Lucas looked at Arthur as they made their way to the door, mulling over a question.

“So what about me, specifically, turns you on?” Lucas asked jokingly as the two of them walked out of the cafe together. 

“Shut the fuck up Lallemant, I swear,” Arthur warned, but he was finally laughing. 

“My striking looks? My dazzling personality?” 

Arthur rolled his eyes, walking a few steps ahead of Lucas. “Your ass,” he said, breaking into a jog before Lucas could register his words. Lucas stood dumbstruck for a moment, then came back into himself.

“Wait a minute, my— Arthur get back here! Were you serious? Arthur!”

Mardi 20:43

For the first time in a long time, Eliott and Lucas were working on Polaris together. Well, more accurately, Eliott was working on Polaris and Lucas was trying to distract him by playing rap songs on the piano.

“Duuude,” Eliott whined, “I can’t focus!”

“Did you just call me dude?” Lucas clarified with a laugh. “Dude-zoned by my own boyfriend. I can’t believe it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Make me.”

That was all it took for Eliott to drop his focus completely, on top of Lucas so quickly they nearly both fell off the piano bench for what wouldn’t be the first time. Eliott’s lips seared onto his, and Lucas tried and failed to hold back a moan as Eliott teased him, pulling away just enough that Lucas was struck by his absence. Eliott smiled at him, pulling him closer by the waist and sliding him across the bench so he ended up nearly on top of Eliott. 

Lucas’ hands snaked around Eliott’s shoulders, a safe space (though Lucas would argue that everything about Eliott made him feel safe), a place for him to lose himself completely. Maybe it would have been frustrating that Eliott smiled into every kiss they shared causing their teeth to clang together if it wasn’t so endearing. 

Eliott almost always had his hands on Lucas’ face when they kissed, like holding Lucas was the most important thing in the world. Lucas liked it, he liked it a lot. The security it brought and the way the heat of Eliott’s hands matched the heat on his face were a deadly combination, and Lucas reveled in it. 

Nothing compared to the taste of Eliott, though. Granted, Lucas hadn’t kissed many people in his life, but Eliott’s taste was better than all of them combined, and then some. Sometimes Lucas wondered how he compared to Lucille, in Eliott’s eyes, but he would never ask. It didn’t matter if Eliott had loved Lucille’s taste as much as he loved Eliott’s, it was the two of them until the end of time now and no one would ever get in the way of it. 

Through a series of events Lucas had little to no recollection of, too caught up in the heat of the moment, of Eliott, they ended up on the floor, heads aligned and their bodies pointing in opposite directions, gazing up at the fluorescent studio lights. Lucas was still breathing a bit heavily, unable to wipe the soft smile from his face. It was a comfortable silence, the kind that you can only share with a person you love deeply.   

“You know, we never had our Elu Two-Man Swan Lake World Tour,” Eliott said, breaking that silence and turning his head to face Lucas. 

“Shit, that’s right,” Lucas said, as if he’d ever forgotten about it. A stupid part of him had always hoped they’d be able to get over themselves by the time they were seventeen and make good on their childhood plans. Another thought occurred to him. “Oh, fuck you, you get to be Siegfried again.” 

“You wanted to do the fouettes!” Eliott reminded him, and Lucas turned his head to face him as well.

“I’ve always wanted to dance with a Prince,” he conceded with a small shrug. In truth, he thought it might be a bit entertaining to play Odette in their mini reproduction of the show, mostly because he and Eliott would have to do a series of lifts and partnering that would probably have been impossible, roles reversed. Not that Lucas would ever admit that to Eliott. 

“Saturday?” Eliott suggested. “We could invite our friends, now that none of this is a secret. Are they our friends now, or do your friends still have to pretend to hate me?”

Lucas cracked a smile, leaning over to shut Eliott up with a small peck on the lips. “Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Well, Lucas thought, challenge accepted. 

Jeudi 18:45

Lucas and Eliott had just finished dinner when Manon texted and left Lucas in a state of utter confusion.

Manon: Lucas Lallemant if you don’t get your ass over to room 412 in two minutes I’ll never speak to you again

Lucas: ??? what the fuck ???

Manon: 120, 119, 118, 117, 116, 115…

Lucas: Yeesh I’m coming chill out bro

Manon: 114, 113, 112, 111, 110… 

He shut his phone off before her countdown could fall any lower and begrudgingly removed himself from where he’d been tucked into Eliott’s side. Eliott whined and reached for him as he stood up, but Lucas just sighed and shook his head.

“I have to go to Manon’s room, for some reason,” he said, pouting.

“Do you want me to come with?” Eliott asked, but Lucas shook his head.

“No, she’s probably asking me to come because she’s mad I didn’t tell her about us,” he reasoned, leaning back over to run a hand through Eliott’s hair. Why was it always so soft, who allowed that? 

Eliott hummed, leaning into his touch. “Don’t be gone too long, I miss you already.”

“Yeah, yeah, you big old sap,” Lucas teased, but his parting kiss said, I miss you too. 

When Lucas knocked on Manon’s door she opened it with a stern expression. “You’re seventeen seconds late,” she said without preamble.

“Sorry?”

“Just come in,” she said, pulling him by the hand and shutting the door behind her.

Lucas shrank at the look in her eyes, wondering how much shit he’d have to hear about keeping his relationship a secret. She smacked him lightly on the shoulder, which was expected, and frowned. “You already know what I’m going to say.”

“I do,” he agreed, sitting on the couch. He didn’t know where Imane and Daphné were, maybe they were just hiding away in their rooms. 

She sat beside him, raising her eyebrows for him to continue. “I’m sorry?” he tried, and she rolled her eyes.

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “I don’t know what to say! I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, we just didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Well, why not?” she asked, and he scoffed, because he was pretty sure she’d been doing the same thing.

“For the same reason I’m the only one who knows about you and Daphné,” he countered. 

She furrowed her brows. “Everyone knows about Daphné and me.”

“What? Since when?”

“Well,” she thought about it, “Imane knows because she lives with us, I told Emma the day after I told you because I didn’t want her to feel like I didn’t trust her enough to tell her.” She paused to give him a pointed look. “Then we told everyone else two Saturdays ago, at the terminale brunch.”

The terminale brunch? Oh. Oh. That had been when he and Eliott had been at Eliott’s house. Now it made more sense as to why there was so much drama surrounding the absence. If they hadn’t had an event that morning, no one would have even known Lucas was gone, probably. 

“I wasn’t at the terminale brunch,” he reminded her and she blinked, as if just realizing this. 

“Oh, yeah.”

“Oh, yeah,” he repeated, and she shoved him. 

Her face grew suspicious. “Where were you? You haven’t really told me anything in a long time, Lu.”

He felt guilty as he realized she was right. They hadn’t talked about anything serious since she’d told him about her and Daphné, and he certainly hadn’t volunteered up any information about his own struggle. Everyone knew that he and Eliott were splitting shows, but no one other than them knew why. Manon probably didn’t even know he’d almost been kicked out, he realized with a jolt. 

So, he started talking, spilling everything that had happened since the beginning of the year that he’d kept her in the dark about. He tried not to look at her face while he spoke, not wanting to see any of the disappointment or pity that was surely etched there. After a while, she took his hand, but he didn’t stop talking, even when his voice wobbled and he tried to blink tears from his eyes.

It wasn’t all bad, though. Lucas heard her laugh when he told her about his first kiss with Eliott, and he couldn’t help but smile as well. He’d almost slipped up and revealed that he and Eliott had been hiding in a closet when she and Daphné had their first kiss, but he figured he could save that story for years down the road. 

“That’s all, I suppose,” he finished, just after he told her about the Elu Two-Man Swan Lake World Tour. He was still too nervous to look her in the eyes, but it turned out he didn’t have to. She simply grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into her, engulfing him in what might have been the world's tightest hug. 

“Don’t ever go through something like that again without telling me,” she whispered, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. 

He squeezed her even more tightly in response. “Yann said practically the same thing.”

“Good.” She pulled away, looking him in the eyes. “We’ll form a Lucas Lallemant defense brigade.”

“That’s entirely unnecessary.”

“You don’t get a say in this.”

“Mmmm… pretty sure I do—” 

He was cut off by the door opening, and he and Manon both turned to see who it was. Lucas smiled as Imane walked in, eyes narrowed. “What’s going on here?” she asked, setting down her dance bag. 

“We’re starting a Lucas Lallemant defense brigade,” Manon explained, and Lucas glared at her. 

“We are not doing that,” he attempted to interject, but Imane wasn’t listening. 

She sat down on the couch on the other side of Lucas. “Oh, thank god we’re making it official. I was all alone before.”

Manon raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me, but I’ve been manning the helm of the S.S. Lallemant longer than you.”

“Ladies, ladies, no need to fight over me,” Lucas said, mostly to get them off the topic of a Lucas Lallemant defense brigade. “Besides,” he continued, “Yann has both of you beat.”

Manon and Imane exchanged a glance, shrugging. “That’s fair,” Manon conceded, leaning her head back on his shoulder. Lucas and Manon both looked at Imane, beckoning her to join their cuddle. 

“You know you want to,” Lucas said, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“Whatever would Eliott say?” Imane asked with a fake gasp. 

Lucas grinned. “He’d just be jealous we had a group hug without him.”

Imane rolled her eyes, but she put her head on Lucas’ other shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll ever be used to you talking about him like you don’t want to set him on fire.”

“I never wanted to set Eliott on fire.” First Yann, now Imane. When had he ever said anything like that? He was fairly confident his hatred had remained subtle. Even if perhaps he did say anything of the sort, it’s not like he ever actually would have set Eliott on fire for christ’s sake. Eliott was a bit like fire himself, could a bit intimidating from afar but gets warmer and warmer the closer you get to him. He was also a radiant light shining in any kind of darkness. 

“You should be used to it by now,” Lucas continued, drawing back from his own thoughts.

“It’s been less than a week, I’m nowhere near used to it yet either,” Manon laughed, and Lucas turned sharply, meeting Imane’s eyes. 

She frowned, not seeing what he was trying to communicate. “Maybe for you…”

“Wait a minute.” Manon sat up. “Did you tell her before you told me?”

Lucas glared at Imane as she finally realized what he’d been trying to convey with his eyes. “In my defense I was having a panic attack,” he added, hoping Manon wouldn’t be too mad. 

“Shush,” she cut him off, narrowing her eyes at Imane. Imane just stared back, which was one of the many things he loved about her. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Manon burst out laughing. 

“What the fuck!” she gasped through her laughter. 

“What the fuck?” Lucas mouthed to Imane, who just shrugged. 

“I told Imane before you too,” Manon said at last, her giggles subsiding. “I just didn’t tell you that because I felt bad.”

Lucas gasped. “Et tu brute?” 

“That doesn’t work in this context, no one else betrayed you,” Manon pointed out, “Not that either of us betrayed each other, I guess.” She sighed, resigned. “Looks like Imane is the leader of the LLDB then.”

“LLDB?”

“Lucas Lallemant Defense Brigade,” Imane filled in and Lucas groaned, leaning back onto the couch further. 

“Forget I said anything!” 

The two of them fell back with him, attacking him with more hugs. He felt so light, and he honestly hadn’t known it was possible to feel this light. As good as he felt with Eliott, there had been something missing, and it was honest and open communication with his best friends. Now that he and Yann, Arthur, Manon, and Imane were on the same page about everything, the colors in the world seemed much more saturated.

As the three of them sat there in one big pile Manon brushed a hand through his hair smiling up at him. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but you really look happy now, Lu, the kind of happy that comes from so deep inside that you can’t stop it.”

It was true. Eliott was the poetic one, he could have spun the feeling into a beautiful metaphor or a life changing quote, but Lucas preferred to keep it simple. He wasn’t healed, but he was healing, and he was happy.  

Samedi 18:58

Their friends were absolutely ridiculous. Lucas had accidentally slipped and revealed his childhood plans turned reality to Manon the night before and she had, in turn, spilled them to everyone in their year. So now, their two man show was an actual show, and not an excuse for them to escape and make out for inordinate amounts of time. And now their whole year was in the audience with signs and cheers and cake for some reason.

“I don’t know all of Odette’s parts, what was I thinking?” Lucas was not so silently freaking out in the wings of their in house auditorium while Eliott watched him with amusement. Lucas stuck his tongue out at Eliott. “You’re not helping!”

“Did you just stick your tongue out at me?” Eliott asked, failing to conceal a laugh.

Lucas simply made a noise that resembled that of a dying cat. Eliott’s smile grew smaller as he walked over to Lucas, cupping his face in his hands. Lucas sank into the embrace immediately, placing his own hands over Eliott’s wrists. 

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Eliott said softly, melodically. “I’m perfectly fine with hiding in our room for the rest of the night. I would offer to make food, but we can just order something, I don’t want to burn the building down.”

Lucas took a deep breath and shook his head. “No. I want to do this, I just… it’s hard to let go of being perfect, even if we’re literally just making a mockery of Swan Lake.”

“Who said anything about making a mockery of it? I intend to be the most dazzling Prince you’ve ever seen!” Eliott said, grin encompassing his whole face. 

“Eli, I’m serious. I know you’ll be amazing at whatever you do, but it’s hard for me to just… let go. This isn’t a role I’ve trained for, we’ve never actually partnered seriously together, and even though it’s just our friends out there, what if they don’t like it?” Voicing his insecurities was a new thing for him, but he was trying. 

“Lu.” Lucas closed his eyes as Eliott leaned all the way in, connecting them further, everywhere but their lips. “You trust me, right?”

Lucas nodded, eyes still shut. He could hear Eliott’s comforting smile. “Good, because I promise you, we’ll both be so perfectly imperfect that it won’t even matter if we get any moves wrong. It’s you and me, now and forever. We may look like idiots, but who cares? What’s love without being idiots together? Besides, when else are we going to get to do this? This might be the last time we get to dance for fun, no expectations attached. Do you really want to miss out on that?”

Lucas didn’t. He wanted, more than anything, to dance for himself. He opened his eyes. “Ok. I’m ready.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Then let’s do this.”

Eliott separated them from one another, but not before stealing a kiss. Lucas’ face flushed with the feeling it brought as Eliott grabbed his hand and led him onto the stage.

The stage lights were so bright he could barely see his friends out in the crowd, but he could hear them, whooping and yelling and whistling. Against his wishes, it brought a smile to his face, and when the music started, he just let go.

***

Was he supposed to laugh through the entire performance of Swan Lake? Probably not, but he also wasn’t supposed to play the role of Odette, if that’s even what he was doing. And he also most definitely wasn’t supposed to pause after every partnering interaction to give his boyfriend a kiss, but he preferred this version of the show to the original. 

Eliott had shouted out from the wings as Lucas did his thirty-two fouettes, executed to near perfection. He almost wished the director was in there just so he could rub his talent in his face. The finale came too soon, but with it came cheers from everyone in their year, and laughs as Eliott invited them all on stage and played a trap remix of the Swan Lake melody. 

Yann came over and spun Lucas with one hand, Arthur with the other, Lucas and Arthur catching each other’s eyes with a knowing glint. Lucas winked, and Arthur rolled his eyes, but he smiled, and they embraced one another, laughing hard enough they couldn’t feel anything but joy.

“No homo,” Arthur whispered into his ear, and Lucas hugged him tighter, loving Arthur more than he could put into words. 

Sofiane and Eliott were laughing with one another, Imane standing just out of the way, smiling as she gazed at them. Well, Sofiane, mostly. Lucas would be sure to give her shit for it later. 

Daphné snaked behind him, pressing something into his hand and before disappearing with the raise of one eyebrow. He looked down and saw a can of blue silly string, something that immediately transported him back to being seven years old, running around Eliott’s backyard and spraying each other with wild glee. 

Eliott’s eyes found him through the throng of people and they smiled, sharing this memory from across the room. Eliott shook his own can in challenge, and Lucas grinned wider, shaking his own can before releasing a long stream in Eliott’s direction. 

Shrieks sounded from all over as everyone began spraying each other, using each other as shields, dancing as the silly string fell down onto them. So many colors mixed in the air and on the stage and everyone kept adding more and more until there was an entire rainbow surrounding everyone from all sides. 

Lucas lost sight of Eliott and was about to go looking for him when yellow shot through his vision. He scoffed in outrage and turned to see Eliott grinning mischievously and holding his can in triumph. Well, that just wouldn’t do. 

Lucas sprayed him back, running and following him around the stage, each of them nearly slipping and falling on the string spread about the stage. Eliott turned around at the last second, probably hoping for a surprise attack, and they both sprayed each other at the same time, yellow and blue meeting in the middle like either end of an eternal flame. 

He probably looked like a disaster, he could feel all the silly string coating his body, his face, his hair, but Eliott didn’t seem to care. Eliott looked at him like Lucas was all he’d ever wanted. It was still surreal, to be looked at that way, but it was a look he loved, one that he hoped he reciprocated every time he looked Eliott’s way. 

Lucas stepped closer to him slowly, and placed a hand on his cheek, silly string falling from his hair as Eliott leaned into his hand. 

“I like yellow on you,” Eliott said, gesturing to where he’d sprayed his string all over Lucas.

“Thanks,” Lucas said, “But I think it suits you better than me.”

Eliott pulled back from Lucas’ hand, cocking his head. “Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

“Because, Eliott Demaury,” Lucas said, pulling Eliott’s face to his, lifting up on relevé to make their heights more level. “You are the sun in its purest form.”

Eliott’s answering smile just before he pulled Lucas into the world’s most colorful kiss proved just that. Eliott was a light that would never go out. They both were. 

And they were happy.

#skam france #elu fic #elu ballet au #eliott demaury #lucas lallemant #eliott x lucas

[thedarkrose17]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia/Ignis Scientia Characters: Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Eventual Relationships, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bisexual Prompto Argentum, Gay Noctis Lucis Caelum, Asexual Noctis Lucis Caelum

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Everything seemed ok when they'd been returning late at night from a hunt, until an Iron Giant formed.

Prompto summons his gun and fires. Looking at the daemon like he's seen a ghost. His fingers tremble on his gun and upon closer inspection, Noctis can see his boyfriend is tearing up.

Noctis decides at that point to grab him and warp to safety. Clearly something's not right. He's never reacted like this before.

Prompto vomits inches away from Noctis' boots after the warp which Noctis quickly avoids. His boyfriend throwing up due to warping isn't a concern. He's experienced nausea due to warping in the past. Hell Noctis threw up on himself and Gladio's shoes the first time he tried warping.

Noctis rubs his back as Gladio and Ignis head over. They look concerned, Gladio mouthing "Is he sick?" to which Noctis mouths back "No. Warp sickness." to which Gladio grimaces and Ignis looks a little sorry for Prompto.

Noctis then turns his attention back to his boyfriend, muttering to him just loud enough for Ignis and Gladio to hear.

"We're gonna fix these nightmares. Together. I swear."

* * *

A couple of days after, Noctis gets sick.

It's food poisoning and honestly it's a miracle how none of the others got it. Ignis can't pinpoint which diner caused this or what meal. They'd been to a few.

Noctis has a temperature and shivers whenever he's in the bedroom despite being bundled up in blankets with a cool washcloth on his head. He almost looks younger than he is like this.

When he's not deciding to live in the bathroom for a few hours or napping in the bed, the prince mutters about cramps and everything aching which Ignis keeps explaining that everything aches due to said prince being generally unwell.

He's paler than usual but slowly improving over the coming days. Still for some reason Prompto uncharacteristically doesn't handle it well. Normally he'd feel bad for Noctis yes but he's never shut down.

Gladio practically having to carry the blonde away from Noctis just so he won't get sick. Prompto honestly doesn't even put up a fight, doesn't even speak. It's easily wrote on his face how stressed out he is. He's normally good at masking these things but the blonde just looks extremely stressed and exhausted.

He finally speaks when they head into the bathroom.

"...Where's my baby?"

"With Cor...I don't think you should see him like this." Gladio says, earning a confused look from Prompto. "You look five seconds from a panic attack."

Prompto chuckles, (It sounds forced in Gladio's opinion) before resting a hand against his face and sighing.

"...I'm a mess." he confesses, making Gladio sigh.

"Somethin's not right." he replies and Prompto hums in agreement.

"I know...I'm sorry."

"Ain't got nothing to apologise for." Gladio says, raising a brow. "It's not your fault."

Prompto sighs and runs his fingers through his hair before resting his head in his hands.

"I feel like I'm going crazy…" he mutters quietly.

"If it's any comfort, you wouldn't know if you went crazy." Gladio replies.

"Ah...Great…Real comforting."

"I'm serious." Gladio replies. "You're sane."

Prompto shifts positions and hugs his knees, going quiet for a few moments as he blankly stares off.

"You ever had a nightmare that feels real...So real it feels like deja vu?" he mutters so quietly Gladio has to strain to hear him.

"...No why?"

"I...I keep having the same nightmare...It's too often to be a coincidence now...Either I'm going nuts or anxiety is fucking with me...Or I don't know." he glances over at Gladio, looking stressed.

Gladio looks back at him. He's dealt with his little sister having nightmares in the past but nothing to the point where she was like Prompto has been over the past few weeks

Prompto sighs and carefully pushes himself up off the bathroom floor. He goes to turn on the sink to splash water on his face but Gladio stops him, grabbing his wrist.

"Wanna talk about it more?" he asks and Prompto shakes his head.

"...Maybe later...I'm gonna go hang out with dad and my little sunbeam."

"Ok. Make sure you take a nap too. You look exhausted."

Gladio manages to make him smile with that so he'll call that a little victory for now. A bigger victory would be Noctis getting better quicker and him bringing back Prompto's smile.

"Starting to sound like Ignis." Prompto replies.

Gladio snorts and ruffles his hair. "Nah he's too soft on you two. I'm more the dad friend."

"Honestly I'd say big brother friend. Kind of a dick at times but willing to fist fight anyone who hurt us on the nearest parking lot."

Gladio laughs and jabs him softly in the arm.

"Little shit." he mutters fondly. He won't deny it though.

* * * Prompto naps in Cor's room next door, Cor sighs and switches to holding Solis with one arm before running a hand through Prompto's hair.

Part of him wishes he could somehow fight whatever is happening in his son's head just so he didn't have to see him so exhausted and stressed.

Solis makes grabby hands for his dad so Cor decides to move the baby closer to Prompto. Said baby then proceeds to pat Prompto's hair almost like he's trying to comfort him but honestly it's probably due to the fact he's happy to see Prompto like always.

He squeals and Cor quietly hushes him hoping not to wake up Prompto. He hopes that maybe he's too exhausted to even dream just so that nightmares won't plague him.

* * * Prompto's been staying in his dad's room with the baby for a couple of days, just so he can try and sleep better and so Solis doesn't get sick from Noctis.

He'll text Gladio soon to ask if Noctis is feeling any better. Hopefully he's not annoyed by the fact Prompto's been avoiding explaining his nightmare.

Prompto lies on the floor with Solis, planting kisses on Solis' face much to the baby's delight.

Solis squeals happily at every kiss until Prompto's phone kweh's loudly, startling him. He whines and the blonde carefully picks him up, rubbing his back as he grabs his phone.

"It's ok buddy." he mutters to the baby over and over as he unlocks his phone. He beams when the notification says Noctis' contact name: 'Prince of garbage'

"Daddy's texting." he tells Solis as he opens the text.

'Miss you. Both of you.'

Prompto smiles tiredly and repositions Solis in his arms before deciding to video chat Noctis. It'll be easier to speak like this.

"Heyas." he says, before glancing at Solis who's staring at Noctis on the phone screen. The baby shrieks and flails excitedly which makes Prompto laugh. "Yeah it's daddy!" he coos to him making Noctis smile.

"Missed you too Sol." Noctis says, warm smile on his face. He looks healthier thankfully.

"You feeling ok today?" Prompto asks, trying to stop Solis from touching the screen. "Don't touch that pumpkin, it'll end the call."

Solis pats the screen and Noctis witnesses the view change from their faces to his boyfriend's pants and back to his boys faces.

Prompto blushes a little and smiles a little embarrassed. Noctis thinks it's endearing if he's being honest.

"Sorry, Solis knocked the phone out of my hand." the blonde says, glancing down at the baby in his other arm, said baby coos and goes to touch the screen again.

"What? You don't want to talk to your old man?" Noctis ask, smile on his face.

"Dude don't call yourself old. We're only 20." Prompto mutters. "Besides Sol's missed his daddy, he just wants to pat your face. Ain't that right buddy?"

Solis squeals causing Prompto to smile and Noctis to laugh before the duo slip into a comfortable silence for a few seconds.

"I'm feeling good." Noctis speaks up. Finally answering Prompto's question. "Not sick anymore."

Prompto cheers, planting a kiss on Solis' head the moment the baby whines about the cheering. Solis rewards him with a gentle heel to the rib which Prompto gasps at.

"Did you kick me?" he asks the infant who drools and sticks his own fist in his mouth.

Noctis watches them fondly before speaking up again.

"You feeling ok?"

"...Still having nightmares." the blonde admits which makes Noctis deflate. "B-But I'm ok! I've been sleeping through them."

"...You want to try Carbuncle again?"

"I'd feel bad taking him from the baby." Prompto admits. "I-I can handle it."

Noctis doesn't sound too sure. He's tempted to visit Prompto's dreams with Carbuncle to try and combat this.

"Sooo...How's things?" Prompto asks, changing the subject. He doesn't want to drag the mood down.

"...I've been wearing the same thing for a week." Noctis admits, looking embarrassed.

"Gross." Prompto whines.

Noctis huffs. "I've been too bad to deal with it until now."

Prompto grimaces and sighs. "I'd hug you but-"

"Honestly wouldn't recommend it yet. Wait until after I've changed and showered."

Prompto hugs the phone to his chest, he hears Noctis' confusion muffled against him and it's only when he pulls the phone back into view does he see an utterly adorable confused Noctis.

"I mean I can't hug you yet so I'll hug video chat you."

Noctis snorts and smiles at him.

"Astrals you're such a dork."

"Hey!" Prompto laughs only to wince moments later.

"You ok?" Noctis asks, concern in his voice.

"Yeah just...Stomach hurts." Prompto replies.

"Take your medicine then." Noctis says, still concerned.

"I did...It's not working." Prompto admits, looking flustered.

Noctis feels bad for him. "Come back to the room. Lie down next to me."

Prompto looks horrified at the suggestion.

"I'll shower and change." he adds.

"You sure it's ok?" Prompto asks.

"We're dating, it's fine. Do you want anything else?"

"Just for the medicine to kick in." the blonde replies.

"Give it time." Noctis replies.

Prompto whines and mutters something Noctis barely understands.

"...Stomach."

"Mmh?"

"I just need to rub my stomach...Maybe it'll help until the meds work." the blonde admits.

"I'll do it if you want." Noctis replies noticing the blonde turn scarlet.

"I-I...If you're sure it's ok."

"I want my boyfriend to be comfortable. It's fine Prom." Noctis smiles at him and smiles more when Prompto bites his lip to try and stop a massive grin spreading across his face.

"I like hearing you call me your boyfriend." he admits before burying his head against Solis.

Solis stares at Noctis and makes grabby hands at the phone,wanting to be picked up by him.

He coos and makes little noises at the phone before patting Prompto's freckled arm.

"Hey." he mutters to the baby who squeals before flailing against Prompto. He laughs a little before speaking up again. "You should probably head over before he gets more excited."

Prompto plants a kiss on Solis' head and agrees, wishing Noctis a quick goodbye before ending the video chat.

Cor looks over at his son, raising a brow.

"When did you start dating?"

Prompto laughs nervously.

"A week ago." he admits with a blush. "Please don't do the protective dad talk."

"Don't need to." Cor replies causing Prompto sigh in relief. "I doubt he'll hurt you. If he does then he'll regret it immediately."

Prompto squeaks and Solis stares at him looking surprised his papa made such a noise.

"Don't commit regicide please."

* * * Prompto heads to the hotel room next door, baby in tow.

He tries to reposition Solis in his hold while said baby pats the door, giggling to himself.

"You're too cute for your own good." he mutters to his son, who shrieks and slaps his little hands harder on the door. "Don't do that, you'll hurt your hands sunbeam."

Solis startles seconds later as Gladio opens the door.

"Were you hitting the door kid?" he asks fondly.

"He really wants to get in. You missed Gladdy?" Prompto glances at the baby, who flails excitedly moments later with a happy shriek.

Gladio for once lets the nickname slide for Prompto and laughs. Usually only Iris is allowed to call him such but seeing Solis so excited is worth it.

He steps aside to let them in, Solis squealing at the sight of Ignis which brings a chuckle out of the man.

"He's excited to be back it seems." Ignis comments.

"He was slapping the door to get in Iggy, kid's more than excited." Gladio replies making Ignis smile.

Prompto groans a little and heads over to his and Noctis' bed, relieved at the fact that the sheets are fresh and cool when he carefully lies down with the baby.

Both older men look over in concern.

"Everything alright?" Ignis asks.

"Stomach." Prompto replies, the two understanding immediately.

"Did you-"

"Yeah, not kicked in yet."

"Good luck." Gladio says with a wince.

Solis pats Prompto's chest which is a welcomed distraction so he leaves his baby to his own devices, occasionally rubbing his back as he does.

* * * He almost drifts off at some point but is startled into alertness when Solis shrieks excitedly. Opening an eye reveals Noctis, carefully lying next to him in some pjs.

"Where you asleep?" Noctis asks with a wince, gently running a hand through Solis' fluffy blonde baby hair.

"Almost...I think?" Prompto carefully scoots closer to him with the baby. Said baby proceeds to pat Noctis' face and squeal at him, he can't blame Solis for missing Noctis, he has too.

Noctis carefully takes the baby from Prompto,resting his chin against Solis' head gently.

"Don't sniff the soybean." Prompto mutters with a smile.

Noctis looks scandalized hearing their son being called soybean. He figured there wouldn't be anymore bean related names for their little ray of sunshine.

"I'm not." he replies with a pout. He is. "What's he-"

"Fruit. It's his shampoo." Prompto interrupts, soft sleepy smile on his face.

Noctis repositions Solis in his arms,bringing the baby boy close to his face. Solis takes this as a chance to grab some of his father's dark locks.

"Don't eat it." Noctis mutters as he stops the baby from putting his hair in his mouth. Noctis receives a whine in response which prompts him to kiss the infant's cheek.

Prompto smiles at the duo before they fall into a comfortable silence.

* * * Prompto drifts off fairly soon after, Noctis' free arm draped around his stomach, warm on his skin.

Noctis glances over before deciding to join him. He needs to talk to Carbuncle to see if maybe the creature can get him into Prompto's dreams.

He wants to fix this, help his boyfriend out and if he can't do that in reality, then maybe it's time to take the battle into the dream world.

#darkrose17 writing #darkrose17 writes #promptis #tags it just in case folks who read this missed it

[sometimes-i-get-ideas]

Relax

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Words: 2015

Warnings: smut and cursing 

A/n: So it’s the first one shot I ever published on Tumblr, the first smut I write and also the first thing with the Avengers so be gentle with me but don’t hesitate to give your opinion, it’s more than welcome! Also, Peter is 22 and you’re 21. Hope you enjoy it! 

Plot: You’ve been an Avenger for a couple of years now, but it started to really weigh on your shoulders lately. You can’t seem to relax or control your powers especially when it comes to your superhero appearance. When you’re in full superhero mode your hands and eyes are fully black, looking like they’re undergoing necrosis, but even in your normal state, they stay this way nowadays. But maybe you can find a way to relax. 

Y/N was lying on the couch in the headquarters’ living room. Wanda was next to her, playing with her powers. Tony was on the couch opposite of them, working on a tablet and Steve was on the chair next to him reading To Kill a Mockingbird. The room was quiet until Y/N sighed.  

"I just don’t know how you guys do it. I’m literally so pissed right now that I could actually kill someone. I hate the feeling. I can’t even make my hands normal again!"

Her hands were black once more. She rubbed them on her eyes and sighed again, almost crying. 

"Shit." She let out. 

Wanda moved closer to her.

"Well, you just need to find something to relieve you. Like meditation. Or even weed."

"I fucking tried both, doesn’t work. And the more missions I do the more pissed I get."

"You need to have sex. That what you need." Cap said, without even looking up at her. 

"Wow, dude what the fuck?"

"He is right. Sex is a good way to get dopamine quickly." Tony added.

"Oh my god I feel like I’m talking to my parents about sex, it’s sooo wrong. Plus I don’t have time to find a hookup."

Wanda grabbed her shoulders.

"There’s plenty of people here."

« Ew, no that’s gross, plus you guys are too old for me."

"I’m not that much older than you." 

"Yeah but you’re straight."

"Well yeah okay that’s true."

"So back to square one."

Natasha entered the living room, having heard all the conversation.

"Peter is only one year older than you. And I feel like he could use the relief too. He’s always so tense."

"I heard that Nat." Peter yelled from his room.

Y/N looked up quickly to the hallway. 

"Wow, great!" She dropped her head heavily on the couch and sighed again.   

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything. Spidey-hearing remember." He yelled again.

"Shit."

"I heard worst don’t worry. »

Someone knocked on Peter’s door. He lifted his head from his web-shooters he was working on.

"Come in." He said looking at the door.

Y/N stepped into his room, closing the door behind. 

"Hey dude, what’s up?"

"Well, huh, I’m still weird out that you heard the conversation."

"That’s it?" He laughed.

"Yeah, well didn’t know you were there."

"It happens a lot, don’t worry. It’s like I never heard it."

"Great. Okay. Thanks." She started taping her left foot on the floor.

He went back to his web-shooters, thinking that she was gonna leave.

"How do you do it?"

"Huh?" He looked back at her.

"How do… You know, relax?"

"Well, to be honest, I never fully."

"Not my question."

He hesitated, sighed and dropped the tools he was working with.

"Well okay, hum." He rubbed his hands on his face. "I usually jerk off." 

"And that works?"

"Like I said not fully. But it helps at least a bit."

He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"But I could die for someone sucking my dick. Fuck."

"I could die for sex."

"It’s been two years since I touched someone other than myself."

"Yep, me too."

They high-fived and laughed.

"If I would have known, I wouldn’t be an Avenger. Trust me."

They laughed again. Then the room went quiet.

"Maybe Natasha’s not wrong."

"About?"

"Really Peter?" She groaned. "Us" She gestured between the two of them. "Fucking."

"Oh that... Maybe it would make things easy for us. » He shrugged. 

"Yeah, we could try."

He opened his eyes wide.

"Right now?"

"What? No. I’m good. But if one of us needs it one day. Why not. »

She shrugged too, while he scratched his neck.

"Okay. Deal."

"Cool."

Y/N punched the wall. Multiple times yelling harder every time. She started bleeding but wasn’t in the mood to heal herself. Peter came running in the bathroom. He was in his suit. Ready to fight whoever intruded the headquarters. 

"What the fuck is happening?"

She turned back to look at him. Her eyes and hands fully black.

"A little boy just fucking died in front of me. And I couldn’t do anything. If I’m not able to save a fucking child, how am I supposed to be a hero, huh ?!" She was yelling, getting madder by the second.

Peter relaxed and came close to her, and tried to put his hands on her shoulders. But before he could she sent him flying to the wall. 

"Dude I’m just trying to help you."

"Well as you can see it’s not fucking working."

He started to smirk and she looked at him, confused.

"I think that the solution."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Fucking."

"What?"

She let him off the wall.

"Yeah, like we talked about. You need the relief, and I had a pretty shitty day too so why not help each other?"

"Are you serious?" 

He took off his mask, slowly. And she felt more attracted to him that she never was before. He came closer to her. And then licked his lower lip before smirking. And she felt hot. Everywhere. Angry but kind of turned on. He looked at her lips smirking again. 

"Can I?"

"Fuck yeah you can."

Before he could kiss her, she crashed their lips together. She was hungry, hungry for him and even more for a slight relief. He felt his dick growing bigger in his suit. It was a long time since someone touched him, so it was simple to be aroused. She felt his semi-hard and palmed it. He left out a moan.

"Fuck."

"You really need it too."

"So much."

He led them to the wall, pressing her closer to him. And without interrupting the kiss, or more like their make-out session, she jumped tangling her legs around his lower back. He caught her ass with his left hand and grabbed the wall with the right. They started grinding on each other, faster and harder. And then she abruptly stopped. 

"Did I do something wrong?" He said concerned as he tried catching his breath. She smirked and flickered her wrist. 

"Close. Muffled." The lock on the door closed. She turned her eyes back to his. "Don’t want anybody to stop us. Or hear us."

He smirked.

"Smart girl."

She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands and went back to kissing him. It was sloppier than before. He started kissing her neck, while she was palming his dick. Both of them moaning louder and louder. He then put his hand under her shirt, and she took the hint that it was time to take it off. She unclasped her bra. He got harder at the sight, which made her wetter. 

"Fuck. Your boobs are so... Can I play with them?"

"Gosh, it’s so sexy that you ask."

"I knew you’d like that."

He put his mouth on her left nipple to suck and lick on it, while his hand formerly on the wall was playing with the other one. She moaned and went back to playing with his dick. 

He lifted her higher on his body to have a better view and access to her breast.

"Want me to go back on the ground?" She said in between moans. 

He looked up from her breast to her eyes. Confused. 

"No. Why would I want that." 

"I don’t know maybe it’s too heavy over time."

"What? No. Spidey-strength. Now can I go back to sucking your nipple? Or do you have any more questions?" He said more serious that she never saw him before.

She was so surprised her pussy tightened. She didn’t let him go back to his activity but instead attacked his neck. Sucking and licking, every inch. He pressed himself even closer to her. 

She then without stopping kissing him, tried to find the zipper in the back of his suit. And when she didn’t she grew more and more frustrated. 

"How do you get that shit off?! Fuck."

He laughed and just pressed the button on his chest. The suit dropped on the floor.

"How the hell was I supposed to know that?"

He laughed again. She looked at him up and down and smirked.

"Someone likes to go commando I see." 

"I thought you were in danger. Didn’t have time to put underwear on."

"It makes things easier." 

"Maybe on my hand but you are too dressed." 

"I can fix that."

She flicked her wrist. 

"Clothes off."

Her leggings and panties dropped on the floor next to them. Peter bit his lips, closed his eyes and breathed heavily. 

"Bless the people that did experiments on you." 

She stared at him, kinda surprised kinda excited that someone would be turned on by her powers. 

"That was weird sorry."

"No, actually it’s kinda nice to hear that."

He went back to kiss her. One hand back on the wall and the other squeezing her ass. 

"Your ass is so firm. Goddamn."

She smirked and put her hands on his ass.

"Can say the same about yours. I love dudes with tight asses."

"Perks of being an Avenger. I guess." 

They went back to kissing. His dick so close to her pussy, that she could feel it twitching. She broke the kiss once again.

"What now." Peter said frustrated.

She flicked her wrist.

"Condom."

One appeared in her hand. Peter was so impressed by her. She untied her legs and drop on the floor. She opened the condom wrapper and took the condom out. She pushed Peter a little and dropped on her knees. 

"May I?"

He took her wrist in his hand. 

"No today is about you."

"Shut up. I want to do it."

She slapped his hand. Put the condom on the head of his dick and unraveled it with her mouth. Slowly, teasing him. His head went back and his eyes rolled back.

"Feels so fucking good."

She took the dick out of her mouth, and kissed the head. She looked up at Peter.

"Can’t wait for you to fuck me."

His dick twitched. He then took her hand to help her up and pushed her on the wall, her ass facing him. He came closer to her, pushed her hair out of her face. And said whispering.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes daddy." She said mischievous.

"Oh my god." His dick twitched once more.

He guided his dick in her. Slowly. So slowly that she ended up bringing him closer to her.

"Stop teasing and just fuck me."

"As you wish." He smirked.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and started pounding her. Her moans turned into whimpers. As his turned into bestial groans. It’s been a long time since they both felt so good. She guided his hand that, was resting in her lower belly, to her clit. He played with it. So well. She couldn’t hold anymore, she was just a mess. 

"I’m gonna come."

"Oh but please do."

Her body started to slowly shake. Her orgasm taking over her. Once she was back from her high, she felt so relaxed. And Peter was still at it. 

"I want to see you." She let out.

He got out of her so that she could face him. He took her left leg and put it on his lower back, while he inserted himself again. She took his head in her hands and looked at him straight in the eyes. 

"Don’t cum. I say when you can."

He looked at her desperately. She said no with her head. It was so hard to hold it. Her being in charge was all he wanted. 

"Now baby."

He let himself go, releasing any tension in him. He was out of breath and put his head in the crook of her neck. 

"Fuck… It was so good."

"Yeah, it really was. And look."

He came out of his nest. And saw that her hands were back to normal.

"I guess the old guys were right."

"Yeah…We should definitely do that more."

"Agreed." 

#peter parker #spiderman #avengers #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #tom holland peter parker #smut #peter parker smut #spiderman smut #first one shot #one shot #peter parker imagine #spiderman imagine

[jaylovesfrance77]

Sooo whose my date?

Tate x female and James March x female

Summary: tate and his girlfriend go to a hotel with a lot of murders under its belt. On Halloween. They dress like they're from the roaring 20s . As shes looking for Tate. She thinks she finds him. And they have fun. But what happens when Tate shows back up.

It was the day before Halloween. Tate and his girlfriend had skipped out of school and rented a room on a hotel to just spend time together away from everyone else for a while.

"Babe you look so good in this bed. " he says as she gets up

"Stop trying to get me to stay in bed all day and cuddle tate." She says as she moves to sit next to him.

"No cuddles? Fine. " he says as he grabs her and pulls her into his lap.

"How abouuuttttttttttt.. we fuck?" He asks as he removes her shirt. She sighs loudly

"Damn you tate." She says as she gets on his lap he already didn't have anything on his bottom half.

"Weve already fucked a couple of times already. " she says as he starts moving her underwear to the side. He was already hard. She grabbed his dick and aligned him and sunk down onto his dick. She let out a sigh as she slowly went down. Tate wasn't gonna wait he grabbed her waist and pulled her down as he bucked his hips up. She squeaked and Tate smiled wide.

"I love it when you squeak ."

"Your dick is big. Give me a break." She says as she moves her hips grinding going up and down. She let's out a shaky breathe as Tate plays with her tits.he pulled her down by her tits. He buries his face in her neck. Grabbing her ass and racking his dull nails all up and down her back.

"I love seeing how you come on my dick babe." He growls out

She moans as he grabs one of her nipples and pulls her insides squeezing Tate tight

"God damnit... you are fucking amazing." He reaches down between there bodies and starts to rub her clit as he stills inside of her. They both sigh as Tate comes inside her. They stay like that till Tate goes soft and slips out.

"... you know I love you righttt." Tate chuckles

"Yes I know Tate. I love you too." She giggles out. Tate grabs her and starts to cuddle her

"Babbbee I gotta clean up. We don't wanna sleep on cum."

"Simple solution." He says as he sticks his hand down her panties and slowly collects his cum and shoves it back into her she let's out a squeak .

"You are so lucky I'm on the pill."

"I know that's why I like coming inside." He says as he kisses her again.

"Okay we gotta finish up the costumes babe." As she stands up and sighs

"I gotta shower tho so like one sec."

She runs and takes a quick shower coming back to see a relaxed Tate still completely naked.

"Its gonna be nice to live together huh. " he asks as she puts on one of tates shirts she found on the ground .

"Yeah. I can't wait babe. " she clapped her hands together and grabs two bags and pulled out the outfits. And some black spray paint

"What's the spray paint for babe? "

"Your hair babe ! I think you'd look fine as hell with black hair." She pulled out a very nice suit and a fake mustache. And a teal flapper dress with a matching boa

"My hair is already short and I know how to style it. I'm very excited!" She says as she throws the outfit on a counter and jumping back into the bed cuddling with Tate as he wrapped both of them in the blanket and they just start talking as she pet his blonde hair. They talk about how much they hated school.

"I swear sometimes I just wanna like ... shoot up the school and kill everyone. Make them fucking pay." She made him look her in the eyes

"Hey? Hey . Look I know I hate them too but that is not the way to go. If you shoot up the school do you think we would be able to live together? Don't you love me?"

"I do. I love you. I would die without you. Your my everything. "

"So just think of me babe.okay? You don't need to think of anything. Just me." She sees him shake as he holds her

"Your all I have. All I want is your love. "

"You have that babe." She whispered as he buried his face into her neck.

They end up cuddling and watching TV all night eating chips and cookies they had booze and some smokes but that was for Halloween night.

They woke up late in the after noon and they got ready.

The suit was a perfect fit. And so was just dress. She did her make up.

"Imma go and get some food you try and get that spray paint on your hair babe. " she gives him a kiss on the cheek. And goes to the liquor store to buy some more chips and also some weed to just chill. It was dark by the time she got back to the hotel she went to the room. No one was in the room she just thought that he ain't too explore the hotel. She fixed up her make up and walked out of the hotel room. She won't too the bar she asked for a water and the lady complied looking at her she asked

"You alive ?"

"Yes? What kind of question Is that?" She asked

"Oh nothing you look very familiar is all." She just nodded as she stood up heading back towards the room but some grabs her arm

"Oh my dearest. Your back! Oh let me look at you. Just as beautiful as the day you walked out. " she thought that Tate sounded werid like he was actually from the 20s. She played along

"Why thank you mister. But you just saw me earlier today didn't ya?and isn't that suit a different one then what I have given you? " He smiled and hugged her . He held her hips and kissed the top of her head

"My dearest love how I missed you."

"Wanna show me how much you missed me? " she giggled out

"If this means coitus I will gladly oblige my dearest." She lead him to her room. Kissing him happily as soon as she closed the door he was all over her pushing her against the wall roughly kissing her neck

"Oh God Tate wanna be rough now do ya?"

"Dearest call me James or better yet Mr March." He hurriedly took her underwear off practically ripping them off she stripped her dress off and ripped her bra off. He threw her on the bed and opened her legs wide he said with a mad look in his eyes

"My dearest usually I would be more gentle but oh my dear I miss your sweet cunt wrapped around me. " He didn't give her a warning and shoved his whole cock into her and wrapped is hands around her throat roughly thrusting into her. Her eyes rolled back into her skull

"Ahh you might not be my dearest but good lord! Your just as tight as I remember. She was turning blue

" WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" They heard and in the door way was standing a blonde Tate

"Close the door boy and come and join me I remember she liked being shared. "As he continued to thrust he slapped her breast so hard that there was a bright red mark. She couldn't talk her eyes still rolled up.

"Fuck please moree... " she said

"Well you heard the girl. Come and join us. " he slipped out of her only to turn her around and said my dear if I do remember you loved to be sodomized." He rubbed the tip into her ass. And slowly slid in. She wasn't having it and pushed back and she screamed

"HOLY SHIT." He laughed as he grabbed her hair and almost angrily started to thrust

"This young Lad is my replacement now Is he? I wonder if you'd like this. Come here boy. You need to see what she likes.

" what?" Tate asked she was drooling by now hard slapping and bruising thrust into her ass . Her make up was ruined running down her face. And Tate couldn't help himself he slipped off his pants and put his dick in front of her face James pulled her face up and said

"Dearest will you service this lad? And be good or you won't get to cum. " James said

She lifts her eyes up as she takes Tate in her mouth . Her eyes glossy and far away just like Tate likes to see when he fucks her.

"Oh your a dirty fucking whore ain't ya babe. That's right open up that dirty fucking mouth. " Tate growled out as he thrusts into her mouth.

"That's the spirt boy! She is a dirty little vixen." He says as he slaps her ass. Making her back arch.

Tate pulled out of her mouth her face ruined with spit and tears

"Doppler ganger dude. Pull her up." She was pulled up. And was sandwiched between them and Tate shoved is cock into her. She just couldn't speak as they just sat there

"Fuckkk... wanaa... wanna...cum..please" she says as she tried to bounce on there dicks desperate for friction

"Say it nicely" the boys say

"Please.. please Mr. March... please Tate please wanna cum wanna be full of cum. Wanna cum please." She says and they look at each other as the start to thrust

"What do you say dude? Wanna make her cum?"

"I do believe she's earn it." He says as he reaches around and plays with her clit. She starts trying to get off the feeling was to much.

"No no no. You stay HERE." James says as he thrusts up even harder. Tate comes in her and kisses her.

And she cums as she cums she feels a blade at her neck and it slides across slitting her throat. And Tate just stares. Shell shocked as he sits there and James licks his knife

"Dearest you escaped once. You will start with me and Devils night has just begun."

#american horror story #tate langdon #james march #ahs smut #even peters smut

[yourkittywilde]

tagging: @sammynolanh

when: endish of my (i’m bad with dates)

where: new york & ohio

warnings: none 

summary: sammy meets kitty’s parent. goes okay. she tells him she’s going away for the summer. 

kitty

As much as she complained about New York, there would always be a part of her that loved coming back from time to time. It was where she met Sammy, it was where Rachel and Moriah lived, and where she spent hours preparing for her future. Kitty still couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact she’d graduated, and if it wasn’t for the buzz she got from that — and possibly from the sugar she’d consumed from lunch with Ollie — she’d be feeling a lot more anxious about the fact Sammy was meeting with his daughter for the first time today. But as it was, she was okay... more okay than she thought she would be about it. Sammy had been making an effort to show her he wasn’t ditching for his new family, and if he could try, so could she. Even if she didn’t love the idea. The blonde lays down on their old couch when she enters the apartment that right now she was sort of thankful Sammy hadn’t sold, and smiles as Dude attacks her face. “Sammy? You home?” She calls out not really expecting to get an answer. She wasn’t sure how long one spends with their surprise random kid.

sammy

Sammy had spent a bit of time at the dinosaur park with Lex and Peyton and after getting Lexi the toy he had promised her, he said his goodbye's for now, promising them that he'd be back and they could call him anytime. He didn't really know how to interact with a kid that didn't know he was her dad, but he hopefully made it work. it was a little after 3pm when he got home. Walking in and seeing the blonde on the couch made him smile and he still had a small dinosaur that Lexi had given him in his hand. "Hey." He said softly as he sets the toy down and walks over to the girl and wraps his body around her , laying on the couch with her. He kisses her cheek and holds her close, feeling safe and at home with her after his day.

kitty

Kitty moves over to let her fiance on the couch next to her and rests her head on his chest "How was your day?" She asks a little hesitantly, knowing that she couldn't just avoid the entire topic of his daughter for the rest of their life. She was here. She wasn't going away. She'd have to learn to get used to it.  "You've been a dad a hot minute and you're bringing home toys?" She comments on the toy he put down when he entered the room, trying to make some sort of light of the situation. Not super successfully, but it was the thought that counts, right?

sammy

Sammy sighs and gives Kitty a small smile. "It was okay... I mean it was more than okay, it was great, she's great." He rambles. "She gave it to me cause I told her I liked dinosaurs, it was sweet." Sammy nodded.  He hestiated to tell Kitty about Mike but he wanted to tell her, he just didn't want to cause problems. "I- uh, I found out Mike is... He's her godfather." He tells her finally.

kitty

Kitty nodded against his chest. She was happy for him... she really was. Growing up she had to attempt to move heaven and hell before  her father would notice her, and every little girl deserved a father who would treat them like they hung the moon. Sammy could be just that for her. But it didn't make her heart hurt any less. "That's sweet." She comments about the toy. "Wait... What?" Kitty sits up, looking down at her boyfriend. "Mike... My Mike?" She asks a little shocked. "Really?"

sammy

Sammy bites his lip and nods. He was still a bit upset after finding out the whole Mike situation but he didn't want to make a big deal to Kitty. "Your Mike." He wasn't exactly fond of her wording but let it go as he confirmed with Kitty.

kitty

"Oh wow..." Kitty's eyes widen, genuinely shocked. "He'd never mentioned it... though we don't spend a lot of time talking about children." She admits, her fingers trailing over his chest through his shirt. "Does that... change anything?" She knew Sammy wasn't entirely comfortable with her friendship with mike,  and she genuinely had no idea what to say to this right now. "Small world..."

sammy

Sammy stayed quiet, pensive. He didn't really have anything nice to say so he just kept his mouth shut. Change what? The fact that his daughter is closer to the man his fiancee slept with and is practically best friends with doesn't change that Sammy is her dad, but it scared him. He bits his lips, getting to into his emotions. " What if she never loves me the way she loves him?" Sammy asks quietly. It had been at the back of his mind all day since he had found out.

kitty

Kitty was entering into whole new territory. She'd just started dealing with the fact that her fiancé was a dad -- and never would be with her -- and now Mike was her godfather and Sammy was clearly... not okay? It felt like a lot. She's silent for a moment, looking down at her hand on his chest and chewing on her lip. She had a habit of saying the wrong things at the wrong time, and the two were finally in a place where they could be okay-ish again and she didn't want to mess that up. "But what if she loves you more?" Kitty says quietly looking up at him. "Wasn't this girl always going to have godparents and whatever... Does it matter that it's Mike?"

sammy

Sammy sniffled back tears and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands. He shrugs. "But she's known him much longer... I mean he's always been in her life, he knows her better than I do... I guess it doesn't matter that it him, but it's the though in general, I guess..." He takes a deep breath. "I mean, you know how I feel about the whole 'Mike' thing and i guess I just didn't expect him to be so involved in my life.. I mean with you and now with her, it's like he's everywhere... and I know it's selfish but I just want something for myself that I don't have to share with him." He puffs out a shaken breath and wipes his eyes again. "I'm sorry, I know he's your friend and I'm not being fair... I'm sorry."

kitty

Kitty runs her hand through his hair gently. "You don't have to share me." She tells him, and pauses briefly while she comes to terms with what she's going to say. "I can't change your daughter thing." Would she if she could? She wasn't sure. But that didn't need to be said. "But... I mean. I'm going to be your wife." Her eyebrows raise as she says that outloud for one of the first times since they got engaged. It felt different to fiancé.  "If you don't... If you don't want me to spend time with Mike, I won't." Mike was one of the few friends she had in L.A -- or in general honestly, the guy flew to New York just to watch her graduate , but Sammy was the most important person in her life.  Period. "Your daughter is going to love you. The kid's already give you useless toys... You need to give it time. Like, yeah. It sucks, you totally should have known when she was born-" They wouldn't be together if he had, but she'd never be able to make him missing the first three years of her life better. "-Make the best of the situation? You'll be a family in no time."

sammy

Kitty's words already felt comforting to Sammy, her touch helping even more. He closes his eyes briefly as he listens to her and he feels her hands soothing him.  "I love you so much." He tells her as he opens his eyes to meet hers. He grabs her free hand and intertwines it with his, bringing it to his chest over his heart. "But I can't ask that of you, it's not fair to you, I know that." He tells her about the Mike situation. He takes another deep breath, feeling calmer about everything. Kitty was really about to give up her friendship with Mike for him and just the thought meant a lot for Sammy.  She had been so good about everything with Lexi and Peyton since their talk and Sammy appreciated it so much. "I can't wait for you to be my wife." He tells her and kisses her hand.

kitty

"I know." She comments, her shoulders shrugging proudly. "I'm basically the greatest fiancé ever." Kitty squeezes his hand gently and smiles sadly down at him. "You're more important to me than he is though." She says simply. "I feel like I've done nothing but tell you that since we got together, and I don't know... I don't know how else to tell you that I want to be with you and not him. I'm yours. I'm sooo all yours. So if it'll make you feel better, and will help you actually believe me for two minutes, I would rather just... find new friends? Is there a tinder for friends?" She asks, half joking. "And I can't wait to be your wife."

sammy

Sammy chuckles softly. “It’s not that I don’t believe you, babe. I know you picked me, I know you won’t leave me for him but I don’t know, I’ve never felt so insecure about another guy... like I’m not really the jealous type, I never have been. But fuck, you, you just make me crazy and even the thought of losing you to someone else fucks with me in ways I never thought...” he leans up to kiss her gently and sighs. “I don’t want you to have to make new friends because of me. If you can try dealing with all my things right now then I can try for you too.” He nods. “Also, I want to go to Ohio with you... I want to meet your parents... I want you to meet mine.”

kitty

Kitty couldn't hold that against him, when it came to seeing Sammy with other girls she had a tendency to... overreact. She raises an eyebrow. "It's okay... a little bit of jealousy is sort of sexy." She admits with a faint smirk before leaning into kiss him.  Honestly, she's relieved Sammy isn't asking her to make new friends. The girl hated small talk, and didn't have enough patience to go through general niceties in order to have someone to text at 3am to complain about the lack of pizza options in Los Angeles. Mike was that person for her.  And as much as she could appreciate abs, she didn't see him as anything more than her friend. She presses a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Thank you." Kitty perks up a little when Sammy mentions that he wants to come to Ohio with her. "I think it's probably time we met the parents." She nods with a smile. "So yeah. come to Ohio with me. Artie wants to meet you too." She adds. "Now if there's anyone you should be worried about me leaving you for..." Kitty teases, nudging him playfully before lying down again next to him and resting her head back on his chest.

sammy

Sammy shoves her playfully. "Don't joke like that. I'm already jealous of one of your friends, don't make it two. " He pouts and sighs. "Fuck, I'm so fucking whipped." He tells her "It's all your fault." He teases. "SO it's settled, We're meeting the parents... can we go have bathtub sex now? " He asks hopeful with a cheesy smile.

kitty

Kitty laughs. “Artie’s got a lot of charm for someone with as many sweater vests as he has... Also free rides around the place is awesome.” She shrugs. “There’s something to be said about not having to walk everywhere.” Kitty nods and places a hand on his chest. “You’re not that whipped ... okay, maybe you’re a little whipped. Sorry?” She admits. “Bath tub sex?” Kitty raises an eyebrow and hums thoughtfully pretending to think it over. “Okay. Let’s go dinosaur man. Remind me why I’m not upset about you keeping this apartment.”

sammy

[Time jump - 5 days later - Ohio] 

For being a high anxiety breed, Dude sure didn't mind traveling, He had been in LA, NY and now Ohio all in the same week and the dog was completely unfazed and actually seemed to enjoy the plane rides. Sammy on the other hand was wrecked with anxiety about this trip to Ohio. Yes he was happy to meet Kitty's parents but he was nervous... What if they didn't like him? What if they refused to give him their blessing in marrying their daughter. He also didn't want to create more problems for the girl and her family. The good thing was that he had his parents here they were more than excited to finally meet the girl that made Sammy want to settle down.

After flagging down a cab, Sammy turned to Kitty with a soft smile, kissing the top of her head. "So, hotel, maybe some lunch and then we can head over to your parents?" He asked.

kitty

Kitty hadn't talked to her parents since before she got engaged. But honestly? She missed them. As dysfunctional and socially unacceptable as they were, she wanted them to know the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with, and she wanted them to attend her wedding. She nods and rests her head against his shoulder tiredly -- though she managed to work full time and complete her studies with ease, all the travelling was sort of taking it out of her. And maybe she was a little nervous (or a lot, but she wasn't going to admit that). "Or we could skip all of this, elope, and live happily ever after." She jokes. "Kidding. Sounds... great." Kitty looks up at him. "You ready to charm my parents?" She asks with a short chuckle.

sammy

Sammy chuckled and nodded. “That does sound like a better idea.” He jokes back and sighs. “Nope, not at all.” He told her truthfully and looks down at dude on the leash and harness. “If all else fails then maybe Dude will do the trick? He’s pretty charming.” Sammy grinned and wrapped his arm around his fiancée for a quick squeeze before opening the door for the blonde to get to their destination.

kitty

"You charmed me. That's harder." She says with a smile and looks down at their puppy. "You may have a point there. Dude is 100% irresistible... He gets it from his mom." She leans into him in a moment of comfort before getting into the cab. "Do you think you could maybe... not mention that we're living together straight away?" Probably telling him to lie to her parents wasn't a good idea, but if her parents weren't happy about her continuing to live in sin in New York, they weren't going to be happy that she's living in L.A with a man who wasn't exactly of the faith. "And umm... don't tell them that you have a kid. Or that I can't." She sighs quietly, patting Dude as he sat on her lap. "It would just disappoint my dad." She looks at him and twists her lips nervously. "Can we just skip to your parents? I'm much better with other people's families."

sammy

Sammy rubbed her back, he could feel her getting more nervous by the second and having them both in knots probably wasn’t the best idea. “I’ll say whatever you need me to say... you’re lucky I’m an actor, lying is like a second language to me.” He chuckled, while it was true, Sammy didn’t like to lie and found himself being more honest in the real world. “Do you want to? We can meet them first but sooner or later we’re going to have to meet your parents.” He told her gently.

kitty

"Thank you." Kitty says simply. "Though I'm now going to have to quiz you after all this as to what you've lied to me about." She teases him. Thankfully, when it came to their relationship, Sammy was a terrible liar. At least that was her experience with the man up until now, and she didn't feel like that was about to change. The blonde shrugs. "I don't know... I love my parents." She says honestly. "But they're not. Um-" she pauses, trying to think of the right words. "They're not part of the society we're used to." She didn't want to hide Sammy - she loved all of him, but things like his sexuality and his religion (or lack thereof) weren't topics she wanted to get into with her parents. Even if she knew the latter would almost be inevitable. "Your parents already like me, right?" She asks hopefully. "I mean, you've told them about me? Sooo... Do we go easy or hard first?"

sammy

Sammy smiles and kisses her shoulder. “Try me.” He laughs quickly and nods “I’m aware, Kitty. I know we live in completely different worlds... it’s okay. I will do everything in my power to make this easier on you. Yeah?” He asked. “My parents are people persons. They love most people.” He shrugs. “They’re excited to meet you... I say hard and then we can relax for the rest of the trip.” He offers with a small smile.

kitty

"I think I might like you." She says with a smile, feeling somewhat reassured at how Sammy was handling it. Others may not have been so understanding. "I'll try and make it easy for you." Kitty holds the dog closer into her, feeling stupidly nervous but knowing Sammy probably feels worse. She had grown up with her parents, she'd spent her whole life trying to impress them, this was new to him. "Are you saying that because you want me to relax, or because it's true?" She asks, with a raised eyebrow. "Because your sibling is the only person of your family i've "met"and they have zero interest in getting to know me, so." She shrugs. "I don't know. I'm back to the whole going to LA and eloping idea." She muses, leaning into him and buring her face in his arm. "I miss our sex bubble already."

sammy

“Might?” He scoffs and shoves her gently. He sighs and leans back into the seat “Don’t worry about me, babe. You do what you gotta do.” He nods. “It’s true. Laur... they’re in their own world... it’s not personal.” He shrugs and reaches over to ruffle the dogs fur. “That does sound nice.” He chuckles and runs his free hand through her hair. They soon arrived to the hotel, got settled in and were soon ready to head off to their first destination... Kitty’s parents. Now that the destination was closer, Sammy’s stomach was in knots.

kitty

Kitty looks in the mirror of the hotel bathroom and takes a deep breath before emerging to her fiancé. What’s the worst that could happen? She didn’t need their approval to marry Sammy. It wasn’t the 50s, there were no goats that needed to be exchanged. Come fall she was marrying this man regardless of whether they were there or not. And she loved Sammy -- more than ever for being so supportive right now, but she so wanted them there. "Are you ready?" She asks forcing a smile and snaking her arm arounds his waist. "Unless you want to take this final chance and go get married. Like... right now. Vegas." She chuckles and reaches up on toes to kiss him. "Promise me you'll still love me after you meet my parents?" She takes his hand in hers and called for Dude. "Okay... Let's do this."

sammy

Sammy smiles widely as he sees his fiancée emerge from the bathroom. His arms come around her as he hugs her gently “You look beautiful... Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” He lets out a nervous laugh. He accepts the kiss and shakes his head. “No Vegas wedding. October 21st.” He reminds her. “I’ll love you if you promise to still love me after meeting mine. Prepare to have Sammy times three and then some.” He chuckles and kisses her once more. “Okay, lets.” He says.

kitty

"October 21st." Kitty repeats softly with a smile. This was worth it for that one day ... and then the rest of their lives. "Sammy times three? Oh sweet Lord." She rolls her eyes jokingly. "But I promise. Always." She squeezes  his hand gently and picks up the pup's lead to get going. Lima wasn't a big place so it doesn't take particularly long to get to her parents house. It might have been the house she grew up in but it certainly doesn't feel like coming home. Kitty hasn't let go of her fiancé's hand, and honestly she doesn't want to. She gets out of the car and feels her heart race and relax seemingly at the same time when her mom comes out the front door. "That's... my mom." She says in a whisper to the other just incase it wasn't obvious.

sammy

Sammy shakes his head with a soft laugh. “I get it from somewhere.” Then they were going. Somewhere in between the hotel and Kitty’s house, Sammy had switched his demeanor. It wasn’t that he felt calm and cool about it all but he wasn’t all that nervous anymore, or at least he didn’t feel so nervous. He could do this. He’s done harder things and he could totally play the part of the perfect Boyfriend. Sammy squeezes her hand as the car stops and gets out, going around the side to opens Kitty’s door for her. He could see someone walking out of the house out of the corner of his eye. He gives Kitty a reassuring smile before he turns to greet the older woman. “Hi, good afternoon Mrs. Wilde!” He says boldly as he walks up to her and takes her hand gently to shake. “I’m Samuel Hummel. It’s so fantastic to finally get to meet you. I can see where Kitty gets all her looks.” He says flashing a charming smile.

kitty

She wasn’t sure if it was the suddenly confident look in her fiancé’s eyes, or seeing her mom again after so long, but kitty was feeling herself start to relax. Sort of anyway. She stands back a little and bites back a smile as Sammy is introducing himself. While her and her parents were very different people, there were some things (obviously) that ran in the family — compliments being the way to their heart was definitely one of them. “Well aren’t you sweet, Samuel.” The older lady comments. “It’s lovely to meet you. And you can just call me Veronica.” She adds and looks past the boy to Kitty. “Hey mom.” Kitty greets her and moves to stand next to Sammy. They’ve never been a hugging sort of a family, which in hindsight might be why Kitty gets awkward when anyone other than Sammy or Marley hug her — but before she can object her mother’s arms are around her. “Oh okay. We’re doing this, I guess.” Kitty says with a confused laugh before pulling away and grabbing onto her fiancé’s arm. “Don’t sound so shocked Katherine. I haven’t heard from you in months.” Kitty rolls her eyes, mostly at the use of her full name. “I’m here now.” She replies with a shrug. “And this... is dude. He’s our— he’s Sammy’s dog.”

sammy

Sammy grins “Well in that case, you can call me Sammy.” He tells the older woman. He looks back at Kitty with a reassuring smile. He can tell Kitty feels somewhat at home but is still a bit tense. Sammy rubs her back as he watches them interact. He crouched down to Dudes level and tells him to sit, to which the dog obeys. “Yeah, this is our little guy. He’s definitely way more interested in your daughter than he is in me. It’s adorable actually.” He comments as he ruffles the dogs fur.

kitty

“Really?” Her mother’s voice is one of genuine shock, knowing her daughter had no interest in animals or pets growing up. In fact actively avoided the goldfish they brought her when she was eleven. “Well... He’s a very well behaved dog.” Kitty chews on the inside of her cheek gently as she watches Dude. Pet people or not, Dude was one of the best parts of life and she was glad he was here. “Did you want to come inside? I’ve brewed coffee. And your dad is excited to see you.” Kitty knew instantly that was a lie, but coffee was her weakness so as Veronica gestured for them both to follow, she did. “So what is it you do, Sammy?”

sammy

Sammy nodded. “Yeah, it took a while but he grew on her.” Sammy stood back up and dusted his hands off on his jeans. “I personally would love to.” Sammy mentioned as he followed the two women, walking alongside Kitty’s mom. “I’m an actor. I have a few Netflix films out and I just finished wrapping a sequel to one. Also just got cast in a really big blockbuster coming out. I’m very excited.” Sammy grinned

kitty

Kitty watched as the her mom and fiance talked, honestly not really sure how she was meant to feel about it. At the moment she figured it was best to just.. not feel anything about the situation at all. "We don't watch a lot of TV, but maybe we can watch one on the Netflix. We actually just got it not too long ago." Her mother comments, opening the door for her guest. "You got netflix?" Kitty asks with furrowed brows in disbelief. Her mother just nodded like it was the most normal thing in the world. It wasn’t. “The prodigal daughter returns.” Kitty turns to the sound of the familiar deep voice, her heart jumping when she see’s her father standing behind her in the kitchen. “I didn’t think you’d come.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Me neither.” Kitty says a little coldly before turning back around and going to fetch the coffee herself. Life felt easier with coffee in her hands.

sammy

Sammy shook his head with a smile. “Don’t worry about it, Veronica... Unless you really do want to watch a cheesy teen romance movie.” He chuckled softly then almost flinches as he hears the mans deep and stern voice. He turns his head towards Her father and then goes to look at Kitty. She’s obviously uncomfortable and Sammy decides to step in. “Excuse me.” He says quietly at Veronica as he walks away and toward Mr. Wilde. “Good Afternoon, Mr. Wilde.” Sammy begin as he reaches his hand out once again to greet the man. “You have a very lovely home... I’m Samuel Hummel or Sammy like my parents and friends like to call me. How are you doing today? I’m really excited to finally get to meet you.” Sammy announce confidently.  Maybe it was the male energy in the room or the fact that he could feel Kitty so unattached, but Sammy felt very protective of the girl right now. The little dog at his feet standing his ground, too.

kitty

Her father looks down at Sammy’s hand for a second before reaching out to shake it firmly. “Thank you. It’s a good day… The last person Katherine brought home was the Rose girl, so this is… interesting.” Kitty brings the coffee up to her lips as she listens, mostly to stop herself from correcting her father on her name for the three thousandth time in her life time. “Does the dog need to be in the kitchen?” And before Kitty could adamantly comment that yes, he did, Veronica steps forward, and Kitty could tell she just wanted to keep the peace. “Kit, can you grab the coffee and we’ll move to the living room. There’s more room for… Dude? In there.” She comments, hoping she had remembered the dogs name. “It’s been a while.” Her father says, looking over at his daughter now sitting cross legged on the couch. “Why come back now?” Kitty tucks her hair behind her ear. “Marley’s graduating and we wanted to be here for her...I graduated last week, just in case you were wondering.” She tells him. He’s silent for a moment before nodding once in her direction — it was as close to a “congratulations” as she was going to get. “So Samuel, how long have you two been seeing each other?” He asks, turning his attention now to the new male in the house.

sammy

“Marley.” Sammy mentions. “Her best friend.” He reminds the father. “I can assure you that, Dude is very well behaved and just went to the groomers so he’s very clean.” Sammy mentions. He really doesn’t want to speak to the man anymore. Getting more and more aggravated. Sammy takes a seat next to Kitty on the couch and makes sure Dude stays planted on the ground, commanding the small dog to lay down and stay, rewarding him with a ruffle of his fur. He listened to the girl speak with her father and was attentive just Incase he had to step in. He wrapped his arm around her waist and gently rubbed his thumb over her shirt. “She graduated with honors... top 5 percent in her class. I’m really proud of her.” Sammy mentioned and swallowed his pride after The older man basically ignored her achievement. “We met October of last year and officially started dating New Year’s Eve.” Sammy told the man.

kitty

Kitty turns and kisses her boyfriend’s shoulder when he says he’s proud of her. It wasn’t new information, but it was possibly the first time the word had been used in this house. “So you’re serious?” He asks them. Kitty looks at her fiancé and then between her parents, choosing to keep her eye contact on her mom rather than her dad. “We’re actually getting married. This fall.” She says showing the ring on her finger and not able to hold back a smile. She loved this man... more than anything. Veronica gasps and covers her mouth for a minute. “My baby’s getting married.” She looks genuinely happy, maybe a little shocked, but there are tears in her eyes which throws kitty, but they don’t look sad. Kitty has to take a deep breath before turning to look at her dad. He doesn’t look quite as happy — but he never really does. “Have you thought this through?” He asks, with no change of his facial expression. “Have you both prayed about it?” He looks directly at Sammy. “Do you have a plan? A way to support Katherine and a family?” He raises his eyebrows. “Are you planning on leaving Los Angeles? A city like that is no place to start a Christ centred marriage.” Kitty rolls her head back into the couch out of frustration. She hadn’t expected a different reaction — hoped, maybe — but her dad always forgot it was 2019 and not 1919.

sammy

Sammy nodded “Very.” He says with a small smile. “Sir, I love your daughter more than anything.” He begins, and sighs, knowing there isn’t anyway around it. “I’ve definitely thought about this. And while I’m not religious, I have no problem having a Christian wedding...” he squeezes Kitty. “I have more than enough to support Kitty and I and any future family we might have.” He bites his lip and looks at Kitty briefly before looking back at her father. “I plan on being wherever Kitty wants to be. Whether it be LA or New York or even here in Ohio. I’m there for her.”

kitty

Kitty smiles softly, her eyes only on her fiancé as he answers her father's questions. "For the record, I don't need to be supported." She says to her father. "Not in the way you think I do. I've never needed anyone to take care of me... But Sammy supports me in ways." you never did, she thinks but doesn't say. "In many other ways." She adds, resting a hand on his leg. Her father nods and presses his lips together thoughtfully. "Is your faith still important?" He asks Kitty. "It is. And Sammy might not have the same beliefs that I do, but he's never done anything but encourage my relationship with Jesus." She figures that if she wants this to go smoothly and stop fighting with her parents, she needed to speak his language rather than hers. "And I've prayed about Sammy... a lot. He's the first person I pray for in the morning and the last I do at night. So I'm sure that in whatever future God has install for me, Sammy is meant to be my husband.” He looks between all three of them, and even glances down at their dog before speaking up again. Kitty always hated how long he would pause before speaking., it was infuriating for the girl who often spoke before thinking. “I can’t agree with your lifestyle.” He starts saying and the girl’s heart instantly sinks. “But you’ve always known what you want, and I can’t stop you.” His mom interjects. “What he’s trying to say -- albeit not very well -- is that we love you. And we trust your ability to hear God’s callings in your life. Samuel, you obviously love our daughter and that's the most important thing. We would really love to be at your wedding. Isn’t that right, John?” Kitty’s eyes widen at the way her mother says her dad’s name, not used to her mom ever openly talking over him. But he nods.

sammy

Sammy doesn’t know what to say when John speaks up again. He didn’t understand how he couldn’t just be happy for her. She was their only kid and Kitty was so smart and beautiful. He was grateful for Veronica, not that she was much better but at least she tried more.  Sammy smiles at them and nods. “And we would love to have you there.” Sammy speaks up, looking over at John.

kitty

Kitty could kiss Sammy right now. It always felt like it was her against her parents, even more so in the past few years, and it was nice feeling like she  had someone on her team for once.  "Kitty has never needed my permission for anything." Her father comments, looking at his wife and then over to Sammy. "But for what it's worth, you have my blessing. We only want what's best for her." They showed it in different ways to most parents, but it wasn't a lie.

sammy

Sammy sighed quietly “Thank you, sir. That means a lot to me. To both of us.” He told him and faced Kitty with a smile. He rubbed her back and kissed her head. Everything had gone okay so far, more than okay and he was happy Kitty was getting what she wanted. “So, how about a house tour? I would love to see the rest of your beautiful house.” Sammy asked with a grin.

kitty

"Of course." Veronica chimes in with a smile.  "Kitty you should give your fiancé a tour... And then you can come back and tell me how he proposed." Kitty nods, biting her lip and reaching to take Sammy's hand. Her mom had always been so passive, she tended to sit back in a conversation and rarely -- if ever -- has she contradicted her father. It was a mystery where Kitty got her outspoken nature, with most people just assuming it was because her dad was so... opinionated. But her mom felt different today, like she was determined for this visit not to end in disaster (contrary to her last visit). Kitty leaves the dog in the living room, commanding him to stay and pulls Sammy down the hall, waiting until they were out of view for her to turn to him and wrap her arms tightly around him. "Thank you." She murmurs into his shirt. "Do you want to see my childhood room?" She asks with a slight smirk. "The rest of the house is ... okay, but much like yours truly, my room is totally the highlight."

sammy

Sammy let the girl lead him and grinned as he was crowned in with the hug. “So that went better than expected, right?” He asked the girl with a small chuckled. He kissed the top of her head and nodded. “Honestly that’s the only part I actually wanted to see but didn’t want to say that in front of your parents.” He smiled.

kitty

“It actually did.” She smiles and pulls away from his body. “I mean, I think they sorta-maybe-might-be-thinking about starting to like you.” Kitty comments as she stands on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. “But I still think we should have eloped, we could be married by now.” She takes his hand again and leads him up the stairs to her room. One of the advantages about being an only child? Nothing ever moved. All her cheer trophies, her horse riding trophies, her spelling bee trophies (she liked to remember all her victories) were all still in the same place she left them. Her walls still showed photos from high school, and there was still the random teddy on her bed that she’s had since pre school. “This is my room... and honestly, you might be the first boy I’ve had up here that my parents actually know about.”

sammy

Sammy chuckles and intertwines their fingers. “Your father would have had a cow.” Sammy mentions as he follows Kitty up to her bedroom. “Oh my... this is Kitty Wilde’s childhood bedroom. I’m so honored.” He laughs as he looks around the room, walking around and picking up random things. He landed in the bed, picking up the teddy bear and cuddling it to his chest. His brows raise. “How many boys have you had up here, miss Wilde?”

kitty

"You should be." She presses her lips into a smile, watching as Sammy looks around her room before hopping onto her bed. "A few." Kitty smirks, hopping onto the bed with him and straddling her fiancé's lap. "But you're the first my parents know about." She admits with a shrug and takes the bear back from him. "And hands off Mr. Huggles." She holds him gently and strokes the toy's head. "He's... special." She tells him, her cheeks flushing a little.

sammy

Sammy pouts when Kitty takes the bear away from him. “I’m special. This is a bear.” He says teasingly and leans his head on her chest. His arms wrap around her and he sighs softly. “I love you, you know that?” He asks

kitty

Kitty rolls her eyes playfully, and places the bear on his own pillow. "Mr. Huggles is more than just a bear, thank you very much. He's obviously got way more class than any other bear around." She says, scrunching her nose slightly. The blonde feels herself breathe easily for the first time all day now it was just the two of them and his arms are around her. "I know." She nods, smiling. "You're okay, I guess." Kitty wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses his forehead affectionately. "One set of parents down, one to go."

sammy

Sammy looks up at her from her chest and gives her a soft smile. He was honestly so grateful to have met her. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. “My parents are easy. Plus, they already know we’re engaged. They just want to meet you.” He mentioned as he kissed her shoulder. “How bad would it be if we fooled around in your childhood bedroom?” He asked with a raised brow.

kitty

Kitty feigned shock at the suggestion, before pushing him back onto the bed and laying her body over him. "Only innocent things are allowed to happen in this bedroom, Samuel Hummel." She says quietly, nibbling at his earlobe and grinding her hips against him a little. "But..." She starts, kissing down his jaw. "In this room, I'm a good Christian girl." She smirks, pressing her lips against his quickly before pulling off his body and straightening her clothes as she got back to her feet. "I just can't let some hollywood hotshot de-flower me like that. Sorry."

sammy

He’s suddenly pushed back on the bed and Sammy bites his lip as his breathing becomes heavier. He feels the girl all over his body and the excitement and anxiety of being able to get caught like this just gives his body chills. She then grinds on him and he can’t help but let out a very quiet soft moan, his eyes close as he feels her lips on his neck and then his mouth and then suddenly all the pressure on his body is gone. He opens his eyes and see her standing there with a knowing smirk and he sits up shaking his head with a small chuckle. “Oh, you’re cruel.” He leaps off the bed and capture her in his arms, throwing her on the bed playfully before beginning to tickle her.

kitty

Kitty lets out a loud squeal when she's thrown onto the bed, forgetting entirely that her parents are downstairs. She  can't stop herself from giggling uncontrollably as he tickles her, throwing her hands up and surrendering. "Oh my god. Now who's cruel?" She jokes breathlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. "You're lucky I love you." Though, truth be told, it was probably more the other way around.

sammy

Sammy laughs along with her as he covers her body and hugs her. It had been a while since they just embraced each other in pure contentment and Sammy was just so happy right now. “I’m the luckiest man alive.” He smiled and kissed her cheek, just holding her as he slipped onto the bed, beside her, his body still mostly hovering on hers.

kitty

"I hope that you always believe that." Kitty says quietly, smiling up at him. If someone had told her a year ago this is where she'd be by the time she graduated, there's no way she'd believe them. "Do you think my parents will notice if we just stay up here for a while? Dude has a special way of keeping people occupied."

sammy

Sammy shrugged softly. He hoped not, he wanted to spend more time with Kitty just in this moment. He took her hand and intertwined their fingers with a mellow grin. “I don’t know. You know them better than I do... also, not very sure your dad was fond of Dude.” Sammy mentioned.

kitty

She squeezes his hand gently, her fingers tracing circles on his chest as they lay there. "Honestly my dad is probably still trying to wrap his head around it all, and my mom is trying to keep the peace so I think we're safe." She says, sighing happily. "My dad doesn't really get pets..." She shrugs. "I mean, neither did I until I met Dude. So as  long as he likes you, I can get him to grow to like Dude... later."

sammy

Sammy nodded and sighed with a small smile. “I’m glad today went okay. I like seeing you happy.” He told her, tracing the skin on her around her face, up her chin and cheek.

kitty

Kitty smiles and rolls her eyes playfully. "You're so sappy." She tells him, turning to press a kiss into his side. "You make me happy... It's probably a good thing we're getting married." She comments, sitting up a little. "Since we have forever and all that,  I was wanting to know how you would feel if I went away for the summer? Or part of it..."

sammy

Sammy chuckled. “Call me a tree.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “It definitely a good thing.” His hand follows her as she sits, resting his hand on her leg. “Away? Where are you going?” He furrowed his brows, confused.

kitty

“I stand by that, you would make a sexy tree.” She chuckles, winking at her fiancé. Kitty pauses for a second, making sure she frames this so it doesn’t sound like she’s trying to get away from him. Because she’s not. “I’m not gonna go anywhere if you’re not okay with it.” She says calmly. “But my old cheer coach... and principal, I guess, she found me a job at cheer camp for the summer.” She bites on her lip, and traces circles on his hand. “I really love cheerleading. I’m good at it... and I mean, I don’t want to do it forever or anything, but after everything at TMZ I kind of want to go...”

sammy

Sammy nodded as she spoke. “I mean if this is something you want then yeah, of course I’m okay with it... I mean it kinda sucks that I’ll spend the summer without you but I’m sure I can occupy my time some other way...” Sammy told her with a small smile. He squeezed her leg. “Where is this Cheer camp anyway?” He asked curiously.

kitty

“It’s in Colorado.” Kitty tells him. “It’ll kinda suck being away from you too. and dude... mostly Dude.” She teases. “But yeah... it’s something I really want to do.” She shrugs. ”I miss cheerleading. And this year has been crazy... Getting away doesn’t feel like the worst idea in the world. Also it would mean I wouldn’t be unemployed — at least temporarily.”

sammy

Sammy rubbed the back of his neck. “Colorado? Oh wow.” He said softly. He sits up with her. “If this is what you want then I’ll support you.” He nods and sighs with a small smile. “When do you start?” He asks

kitty

“Which I appreciate... but you could totally pretend like you’re gonna miss me.” She says with a small chuckle, resting her head on his shoulder with a sigh. “Basically as soon as we get back to L.A.... I mean, I haven’t accepted yet. I don’t know, it felt kind of wrong to accept without talking to you?” She comments, twisting her lips. “This must be what it feels like to be in a mature relationship.”

sammy

“Are you insane? Of course I’m going to miss you.” He turned his head to kiss her cheek, his hand coming up to cup the back of her head and he wraps around her. “Oh, that’s like soon soon.” He mentioned. “I appreciate it, you know? But yeah, who would have known we’d be in a healthy relationship.” He said with a small chuckle.

kitty

Kitty smiles, happy to be embraced by Sammy. "I'll miss you." She thinks back to the last time they were apart during his filming and that memory alone was almost enough for her to not go... But a lot had changed since then. Surprisingly, they were actually getting better at communication. Or more specifically Kitty was getting better at communicating. And they were going to get married, if they couldn't survive a month apart, it probably wasn't going to be a good sign for their marriage. "Soon soon." She nods. "I guess I got lucky? The girl who was meant to be the instructor broke her leg and a spot opened up. I mean, totes not lucky for her, but it meant they needed someone quickly." She tells him, and laughs with him at how they got to a point where they were in a healthy relationship. "Who wouldn't have thought? The eternal second choice and the hollywood actor with the former fake girlfriend."

#para: sammy #sammy #para: meet the parents #not feeling titles #and needed to post this after a hundred years

[fanfics4all]

Surprise Party

Request: Yes / no Request : Female Reader X Fangs Fogarty. The serpents are celebrating the birthday of the reader since she is Jughead's cousin. Toni knows reader has a crush on fangs so they play seven minutes in heaven as a way to force the reader to be alone with Fangs @wholockedcumberwumber

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night (Request are closed)

Fangs x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1175

Warnings: Little bit of cursing  

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

F/C: Favorite Color

F/F: Favorite Flavor

Summary: You thought everyone forgot your birthday but boy were you wrong!

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Fang’s POV

Y/N Y/L/N’s birthday was today and Toni proposed that we surprise her with a party! The second the word party was mentioned Cheryl jumped up and said she’s was having it at her place.

“Guys Y/N doesn’t want a party. She doesn’t really like parties.” Jughead said.

“Come on Jones, she’ll love it!” Sweets said rolling his eyes.

“I know my cousin.” Jug said crossing his arms and glaring at us.

“Jughead, she’ll love it!” Toni said with a smile.

“Yeah Jones, she could use a good party. Especially after all the school shit she’s been doing.” I said.

“Whatever, if she doesn’t like it I wasn’t apart of this.” He said walking out of the bar.

“Your loss because she’ll love it!” Cheryl yelled as he left. We sat around planning the party. Cheryl and Toni went to go get decorations and Pea and I were in charge of getting food, drinks, and a cake. We got the food and drinks, now we were getting the cake.

“What did Toni order?” Sweets asked as we got in his truck.

“Her favorite.” I said holding the box in my lap.

“And that would be?” He asked as we drove to Cheryl’s place.

“F/F.” I smiled. Pea looked over at me and smirked then returned his eyes to the road.

“What’s with the smirk?” I asked confused as we pulled up to her house.

“Nothing.” He said getting out the car and grabbing the bags.

“Just that you have the biggest crush on her in the world.” I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him.

“I do not!” Pea shook his head.

“Whatever you say man.” The two of us walked inside and the house was decorated with Y/N’s favorite colors and Toni had her favorite songs all cued up.

“This looks great guys!” I said putting the cake down.

“Where’s Jones?” Pea asked taking the food and drink out the bags.

“Whoa…” We turned around and Jughead was standing there in shock.

“Still think she won’t like it beanie boy?” Cheryl asked with her usual amount of sass.

“Well, we’ll see.” He said trying to take some snacks but Toni smacked his hand away.

Y/N’s POV

“Happy birthday Y/N/N!” my cousin said walking into my trailer. I smiled and hugged him. He was the only one that seemed to remember besides his dad and my mom.

“Thanks Juggie!” I said happily.

“Come on, I’m taking you out to celebrate!” He said grabbing my hand and pulling me out.

“What?” I asked confused but he just pushed me into his dad’s truck. We were driving when he pulled over.

“Put this on.” He said pulling out a tie? I looked at him like he was crazy.

“It’s a surprise Y/N/N, please?” He asked.

“Really?” I asked raising my brow.

“Come on Y/N, just do it.” I sighed and took the tie from him. I held it up to my eyes and he tied it in the back. I couldn’t see anything but blackness. He started the car back up and we were off again. We drove for another twenty minutes I think I couldn’t really tell. Jughead got out the truck and helped me out.

“Can I take this thing off now?” I asked.

“Not yet.” He said and lead me somewhere. I heard a door open and he led me in I guess? The door closed again and Jughead stood behind me.

“3, 2, 1…” He said and took off the tie.

“Surprise!” I opened my eyes and all my friends were standing there and the room was decorated with my F/C and I saw my favorite snacks and drinks along the table.

“You guys! This is amazing!” I said tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N! Don’t cry!” Fangs said coming over and hugging me.

“I thought you guys forgot…” I said with a blush.

“We could never forget!” Fangs said and hugged me tighter. We spent the next couple hours dancing and eating, they even got my favorite cake! We were currently in the living room and just talking. Toni whispered something into Cheryl’s ear and she smiled and nodded.

“Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!” Cheryl said standing up and clapping.

“Birthday girl first!” She added and pulled me to my feet.

“I say Fangs should go too!” Toni chimed in and I looked at her with wide eyes.

“I second that!” Sweets said and pulled Fangs to his feet. Cheryl and Sweets shoved us in the closet and locked the door.

“Seven minutes you two!” Cheryl shouted. I turned around and looked at Fangs nervously.

“Sooo…” I said with a shy smile.

“Looks like we’re stuck in here…” He said giving me a smile.

“Yep…” I said and it was quiet for a long time.

“Y/N?” He asked after a minute.

“Hmm?” I looked up at him and he looked nervous, Fangs is never nervous.

“Um… I need to tell you something…” He said fiddling with his fingers.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I know… um well I, fuck how do I say this…” He said quietly. I walked over to him and gently touched his arm. He looked up at me and our eyes met, god those beautiful eyes. I waited for him to say something, instead, he placed his lips on mine. I was shocked, my eye widened but I quickly recovered. I kissed him back and closed my eyes, it was sweet and gentle. Fangs pulled away too soon and I pouted a bit.

“I love you… I have for so long and I don’t want anyone else but you.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist.

“I love you too Fangs…” His face lit up and I smiled. I placed my lips over his again and he quickly deepened it. He backed me against the wall and our hands were all over each other.

We must have lost track of time because the door unlocked and everyone was standing there looking shocked. Neither one of unnoticed since we were a little busy making out.

“Um...guys?” Toni said and we jumped apart.

“Dude that’s my cousin!” Jughead said annoyed. The two of us blushed and looked at the ground.

“Looks like your plan worked T.” Cheryl said and the two of us looked at them.

“Well now that that’s done, let’s get on with the party!” Cheryl said walking back to the couches. Fangs wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we followed them. We sat on the couch and Fangs pulled me onto his lap.

“Will you be mine?” He whispered in my ear and I looked at him with a smile. I kissed him on the lips.

“Don’t kiss her around me!” Jughead said and we pulled apart. I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. Everyone laughed and I snuggled into Fangs. Best. Birthday. Ever.

#riverdale #riverdale serpents #riverdale imagine #fangs fogarty #fangs forgarty x reader #fangs x reader #fangs forgarty imagine #sweet pea #toni topaz #toni x cheryl #Cheryl Blossom #jughead jones #Jughead x cousin!reader #fanfic #request

[ghostycas]

fuckit im doing my own stadamdrew headcanons

she long n nsfw so she going under the cut 

ok so,

warnings b4 i go -bottom/sub adum top/andwew n stewen being heckin supportive

- adam and andrew fuck first. (lesbihonest…. theyve fucked.) - Adam’s never been w a guy before and he nearly had a panic attack as andrew kisses down his chest so they gotta put on the brakes - (andrews already laying between his legs and his breath is ghosting over adams groin when he mutters “wanna slow down?” but o jesus no adam does not he just can’t really breathe when drew looks at him like that) - adams eyes r bigger than ever and srsly they’re gonna fall out if he doesn’t relax so andrew grabs his hand and puts it on his head - he pushes at adams fingers until he grips into drew’s hair and drew looks up and says “you’re in control” - andrew goes down on him and adams tight grip on his locks turns soft and petting within seconds - he pants so prettily and guilds andrews head just how he likes it and andrew sticks his tongue out so nicely as adam cries and cums onto it and cries some more - when they’re back at the same eye level he offers but drew shakes him off since he can barely move. instead adam sinks his hands into drew’s hair again and apologizes a hundred times over for dumb things until drew smacks him away and turns him over and forces him to spoon w him

- andrew n steven r next. ovi. - they’re in a hotel room, buzzed and full of whatever they’ve been binging on lately, and it’s just a mess - they’re giggling like kids cuz they’re trying to mess around but andrews still got one shoe on and it’s really funny for some reason - steven nearly falls over trying to get outta his tight pants and andrew has to grab at him and they’re both laughing messes - once they’re finally laying down half naked andrew has to pine stevens face between his hands to get him to stop laughing and focus on kissing him and steven just melts into goo between his hands, reaching up to grip them and hold them and tangle they’re fingers together - they don’t wanna go all the way just yet but andrew keeps sticking fingers in stevens mouth n it’s really hot and steven has to say “u betta stop unless u gonna put those somewhere” - …. he puts them somewhere - stevens hand is pressing their cocks together and andrews hands are fumbling downstairs and steven can’t even think let alone see straight - andrew comes first bc steven writhing and twisting on his fingers is really hot and he looks down to see they’re cocks in his little hand and he just tucks his face into his shoulder and looses it - it wouldn’t take much more but a lil bit of sweet talk speeds it up hella - “do you need more? you want another? c’mon sweetheart c’mon honey cum for me steven c’mon baby” - yup! that’ll do it!

- then they’re in a hotel room. vegas maybe?? it’s just the three of them so they just got one double queen room for the night (since they’re blowing hundreds of dollars on food) - steven and adam are pretty much drunk, stevens dumbly hanging off his shoulder as they walk from the elevator to their room - andrew isn’t like drunk but he’s feeling good™️ yah know - adam and steven collapse on the one bed and stevens obviously cuddling all up in his aaarea. - andrew is giggly and is like /hey,, lemme get in on that,,,/ - and steven literally screams as he pulls andrew on top of them and now they’re just wrestling - they land w andrew tucked sideways into adams chest & under adams arm and steven on top of both of them w his arms wide over them mumbling about his boys, his pals, his boys - adam and andrew make awkward eye conact but adam just smiles and presses his nose into his hair - stevens face is already against adams collarbone and he’s like …. “would it be weird if i gave u a hickey rn” - andrews like… yes (cuz he doesn’t know… yah know… he’s trying to be protecting both his boys) but adam just laughs and is like “go for it man” - andrew like looses his shit like, legs flailing laughing - but he calms rIGHT the FUCK down when steven actually does it………. - steven laughs and is like “is weird w the beard…” but he must find a spot he likes cuz he’s like, kissing up adams neck like right in front of andrew - and adam is still giggly but he’s got a soft hand petting over stevens hair as he marks him up and yah uh andrew’s kiiiinda hard

- it takes them a second to realize what’s going on (“having fun there steven??”) but uhhhhh - so andrew kisses adam and then playfully licks at steven and they kinda know what’s going on - (lucky adams a little drunk (still able to fully consent ok this is allll fine) because if he was fully sober and had t w o boys on him he would probably be crying) - and steven playfully kisses andrew and they’re both kinda laying on adam and andrew (stupidly) goes “yah uhh i’ve had sex w both of u xD xD!!!” - and steven and adam make weird eye contact and then steven just like, hits andrew in the shoulder and goes “why did u get to have sex w adam first??!!” - “dude he came onto me!!!” - “totally not fair” - “you can have ur turn!!!” - and then shit goes kinda quiet, aaaaaand steven starts pushing at adams shirt until it comes off somehow and now adam and steven are rolling around licking and nipping at each others chests and honestly the zipper in these jeans AINT gonna make it if andrew don’t do something - adams laughing and holding stevens head at a safe distance to keep him from attacking his chest and muttering something about how he’s sooo cute and whatever - andrew interrupts by trying to kiss adam, and when he gets a good angle adam like melts back into the bed with steven falling between them so andrew, a problem solver, crawls on top of adam to kiss him until he’s jelly - “r we…. r we doing this?” says steven from his spot on the bed - andrew breaks apart to giggle. “i’m in.” - adam is literally starry eyed. like he’s got one arm hooked under steven holding him close and one hand on andrews thigh - steven is staring at him and oh jeez don’t embarrass ur self bianchi - *shifty eyes…* “…can i bottom?” - ok and andrew literally goes into cardiac arrest like (the hc can end here if you’d like. adam just just killed andrew gn!) - steven smiles like the damn sun and is like “yes bitch ask for what u want!! respect!!” (but no really he just like makes out w him for a second while andrew is literally still dying in the background) - drew’s got a hand around his zipper signifying that he plans to top adam (hooolllyyy sh#t) - “steven?” asks cuz he doesn’t really know how to do this w three people - steven sees that he’s literally one second away from already fuckimg adam and he’s like “yes. do it.” - and now they’re naked - and someone for some reason brought supplies and steven is kissing adam and adams jerking him off and andrew is stretching adam and it sounds like a mess looks like a mess but feels fucking incredible because there’s like… trust and love and gentle gentle hands and everyone is feeling good - steven gets close to adams head (adams on his back, andrew on his knees between his legs) petting thru his hair and holding andrews hand and lives vicariously thru BOTH of them as andrew sliiides home - adam maybe cries - (its bc steven is kissing him and andrew is holding him and they’re smiling at eachother and /his boys his boys his boys/) - andrew pets back his hair and shushes him and presses his mouth to his forehead and his mouth and his throat and adam tries to keep breathing - steven is … the worst bc he’s so into this (it’s like… porn right in front of u… and it’s real and emotional and he can touch them oh my god) and he’s like “c’mon drew, give it to him, c’mon he needs it” - adam can’t even understand what he’s saying but he agrees! - “c’mon drew, give our boy what he wants cmon” and jfc andrew is gonna blow if he doesn’t shut him up so he grabs him and kisses him good and holds him and feels him up cuz he can!!! - he wraps a hand around stevens cock and lays him down beside adam. he thrusts into adam as he jerks up and pulls out as he jerks down and adam is right in his ear panting and crying “ohhhmhgoddstehhhsteven o oh m my g g ooooahh” w every thrust and ok! that’s it for mr lim cheque please! - he’s hold onto andrews arm as he cums and crying into adams neck and holy shit - andrew gives him a sweet kiss before turning back to adam and adam can feel his intentions in the swell of his cock and ok! he’s ready - “c’mon drew. fuck me.” … n u don’t gotta tell him twice ok - the next like two minutes is adam holding andrew around the shoulders and grabbing his back and completely blissed out. andrew n steven are saying something and he thinks he’s saying something ? but he really can’t hear over the blood in his ears - steven catching his breath, but he’s reached down and is gently jerking adam off since he prob can’t cum from cock alone (he prob can) and really just wants his hands on them - andrews whispering “i’m gunna cum oh my god” - “hows it feel” steven asks breathily - “oh my god. steven. steven.” - “it’s ok baby we got u” - and now andrew is sputtering their names and adam is actually just muttering a string of “yes” and “more” but he’s on totally on a different planet - “i’m gonna come” andrew’s muttering “ohh my god” - “oh my god!” adam yells, turning his face into stevens neck “i’m gonna come i’m gonna” suddenly out of his sub drop - steven doesn’t even know what to say as andrew pulls out and comes on adams hip and adams hand replaces stevens and he comes on his stomach - adams eyes r clear now and he’s like woooooowie cloud 9 but could probably use an inhaler - andrew thinks he could faint right here but instead he pushes his face to where theirs r close and just whispers “jesus christ i love you two” and - well that’s the end of that - (jk they clean up and snuggle and it’s sweet but they’re covered in marks and they’ve gotta film tomorrrow and NO ONE BROUGHT A TURTLE NECK)

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#ok OH MY GOD #i hate myself #stadamdrew #stadamdrew fic #standrew #adamdrew #fic #worth it fic #bfwi #its ok y'all i hate myself too

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 i don’t want to even think about the mountain of things i am supposed to get done tonight for my classes tomorrow

1: is there a boy/girl in your life? 

yessss

2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them? 

yeah, i do. i’m trying to forgive more  

3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?” 

a cat

4: what’s something you really want right now? 

a glass of wine bc i feel tense and nervous and sad and wine makes me calm n sleepy

5: are you afraid of falling in love? 

i definitely was at one point. still am juuuust a lil. being vulnerable with someone is so scary and letting someone really get to know all of you and giving them the power to hurt you is so terrifying to me lmao but i trust that my gf is gonna be gentle with me

6: do you like the beach? 

nah i am terrified of the ocean and i just don’t see the appeal

7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else? 

yes

8: what’s the background on your cell? 

my lock screen is a cute picture of childish gambino and my home screen is my girlfriend at a carnival we went to

9: name the last four beds you were sat on? 

??? mine, my brother’s, my parent’s and my friend Kate’s

10: honestly, are things going the way you planned? 

not really but not all of it is bad

11: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts? 

a boy i made friends with in spanish!!! 

12: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain? 

emotional for sure

13: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum? 

the zoo if it’s not really hot outside but i like em both

14: are you tired? 

yes a little but not enough to go to sleep lmao i was so tired today and i passed tf out while i was with my gf today and i haven’t been tired since. i might drink some wine so i can fuckin calm down and sleep though

15: how long have you known your 1st phone contact? 

lmfaooo since like 6th grade i think. he was my first “boyfriend” and now he works at whataburger so i see him every once in a while and he always says hi and is excited to see me. he’s a nice dude but i’m probably gay lmao so

16: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes? 

noooooo all my exes are ugleeeee and gross and have bad personalities

17: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today? 

no it is way too early i do not feel ready for Marriage Level Commitment yet

18: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? 

none

19: is there a certain quote you live by? 

“be kinder and gentler, thank you” and lately: “sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, so what. that’s one of my favorite things to say. so what.”

20: what’s on your mind? 

i am: Sad a lil bit and i wanna talk to someone bc i am lonely as hell. also my brother managed to get a free ticket to harry styles tomorrow from his friend and i’m salty as all hell bc he knows like!!!!!!! two songs

21: do you have any tattoos? 

a sun and moon on my wrists and “lovely” on my left bicep

22: next time you will kiss someone on the lips? 

tomorrow !!!

23: who are you texting? 

i was texting my friend Kate a little bit but now nobody 

24: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right? 

yeppp

25: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to? 

yeet my good pal Joe and also my friend Brendon (except we haven’t talked in forever and i miss him a lot he was my besssttt friend for sooo long and now he lives in fucking Alaska lmao anyway) and also my brother

26: do you think anyone has feelings for you? 

yes

27: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? 

i get told that fairly often actually

28: were you single on valentines day?

nope

29: has anyone upset you in the last week? 

yes

30: have you ever cried over a text? 

oh yeah plenty

31: where’s your last bruise located? 

my ankle bc i had a really bad spider bite and it turned into a bruise lmfao i probably should’ve gotten that checked out bc it was making me sick but it’s gone now so it’s chill

32: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad? 

hmmm probably that one day at work last week where i was Crying in front of customers lmao but also today when my dad was being a dick to my mom and i was awkwardly standing in the kitchen with them

33: who was the last person you were on the phone with? 

my mom!!! i called her bc there were two dogs just runnin around on the side of the busy highway and i was scared they were gonna get hit but i was already late to work so i couldn’t stop and save em so i was calling my mom to see if she could go save em or at least post somewhere about them

34: do you wear hats if you’re having a bad hair day? 

yaaa i love hats

35: would you ever go bald if it was the style? 

no i don’t have the face for that

36: do you make supper for your family? 

not really but sometimes i make everyone dessert bc that’s all i’m somewhat good at

37: does your bedroom have a door? 

yeah thank god

38: does anything on your body hurt? 

my head and my throat and my stomach and also like .... my soul u know

39: are goodbyes hard for you? 

depends

40: how is your hair? 

not cooperative 

41: do you wish you were somewhere else right now? 

no i am content with being alone in my room right now

42: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile? 

i have plenty of people who make me smile

43: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night? 

i was so exhausted yesterday and that was making me emotional as fuck and i was telling my girlfriend how much i love her and started crying so many happy tears and i was just thinking about how i needed to go the fuck to sleep before i kept Embarrassing myself but also that i love my gf a lot

44: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? 

oh all the mcfuckin’ time!!! i cry a lot

45: how old will you be in 5 months? 

20 but make it 6 months and i’ll be 21!!!!! 

46: where is your mum right now? 

she’s in the office probably emailing people

47: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days? 

yessss

48: how many people have you liked in the past three months? 

one

49: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days? 

yes

50: will you talk to the person you like tonight? 

i hope so

51: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?

i mean as long as it was like, somethin not really bad then no i wouldn’t care but my gf doesn’t like that kinda stuff 

52: who was your last received call from? 

my brother asking me if i could pick him up from school today and his phone was dying and to please answer asap or he’d have to ride the bus and i was literally taking a nap w my girlfriend when he sent that and i saw it and was gonna respond but i just sorta fell asleep again lmao and i responded ten minutes later saying i could go get him but his phone had died and he was already on the bus so i felt bad

53: have you ever trusted someone too much? 

yeah lol 

54: do you get along with girls? 

yes!!! i love girls

55: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? 

i don’t think so???

56: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you? 

yes :)))

#like if ya read #long post #about me

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Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 5: Eastwatch, A Summary, Warning: Full Spoilers. (You didn’t want to be spoiled? Well sorry, KAREN.)

Me: ... If Jaime doesn’t come back I’ll fucking murder you. 

Bronn: *bursts out of the water* 

Jaime: *bursts out of the water* 

Me: Oh thank god. 

Bronn: wHy ThE fUcK DiD yOu ChArGe A dRaGoN?!?!?!? 

Jaime: Because I’m an idiot sandwich with a metric fuckton of PTSD. 

Bronn: NO MORE CHARGING DRAGONS. You’re NOT allowed to die! That fucking dragon isn’t allowed to kill you! You’re not allowed to kill you! YOU ARE HARRY AND I AM VOLDEMORT AND ONLY I CAN KILL YOU. EVER. 

-Meanwhile, Dany has “KILL THE UNBELIEVERS” still on her to-do list- 

Dany: Yo. Ben D. Knee. 

Lannister Soldiers: *still confused as they recover from severe smoke inhalation* 

Drogon: DID MOMMY STUTTER? BEND THE FUCKING KNEE! 

Lannister Soldiers: *get it now* 

Randyll: I made my bed, I’ll lie in it until I die. 

Dany: Fair warning, I will munch on your bones. 

Tyrion: *seriously concerned* Well, I guess you could join the Night’s Watch! 

Randyll: Did I fucking stutter bitch? DANY NOT MY QUEEN 2K17! 

Dickon: No wait! I’m a good son! 

Tyrion: We’ve already exterminated the Freys and the Tyrells this season, we don’t need to kill the Tarlys, too! You’re even more inconsequential! Bend The Knee like a good boy! 

Dickon: DID I FUCKING STUTTER BITCH? I’M A GOOD SOOOOOOONNNNNN. 

Tyrion: I hate you so much. 

Dany: *murders Dickon and Ranyll via Drogon, though admittedly she looks very sad and disappointed in them while doing it, so wtf are Tyrion and Varys worried about? Jeez. Jon Snow wields a sword. Gendry Waters wields a war hammer. Dany wields her dragons. Fact. What, did you think she was gonna pull out Longclaw and use it on them? Nah bitch. Nah.* 

-Meanwhile, in King’s Landing- 

Jaime: We’re fucked. 

Cersei: WE HAVE GOLD THO! 

Jaime: WE’RE FUCKED. THIS GIRL HAS DRAGONS. 

Cersei: Well, Dany won’t just let us go. Tyrion might try and get a redemption arc for murdering Joffrey and dad, but- 

Jaime: Olenna Tyrell told me that she murdered Joff, not Tyrion. 

Cersei: ... Tyrion ... did ... not ... kill ... Joffrey? DOES NOT COMPUTE. 

Jaime: It computes, darling. It computes. 

Jaime: Also, WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE. 

Cersei: THEN I’LL GO DOWN SCREAMING AND FIGHTING BECAUSE I’M CERSEI LANNISTER AND I AM EXTRA. 

-Meanwhile, there is ever more fresh hot goss at Dragonstone High- 

Jon: *brooding on the edge of a cliff, cape flapping in the wind, looking sexier as a sad-faced zombie than most people do in their entire lives* 

Drogon: HAI. MOMMY SAYS THAT YOU’RE MY NEW DAD. WE SHOULD PROBABLY HAVE SOME FATHER-SON BONDING TIME.

Jon: *pats Drogon’s head softly and probably offers to take him to a Mets game* 

Drogon: *purring* *thinking* *oh hai targaryen, you can pet me, it’s okay*

Dany: I am both bewildered and extremely aroused.  

Dany: WELL, you passed the kids test. 

Dany: Also, are you a zombie-

Jorah: HAI HONEY I’M HOME, I CAME BACK, DON’T YOU LO- 

Jon: Who the fuck is this bitch? 

Dany: Jorah! *hugs for her sweet bear/ bro friend, who is, btw, like three times her age in the books just as a gentle reminder* 

Jorah: DANY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *hugs his WIFEY, who is, btw, like a third of his age in the books just as another gentle reminder* 

Jon: wHaT tHe FuCk iS hApPeNiNg?!?!?!?!?!? 

-Meanwhile, Bran has to do SOMETHING this episode- 

Bran: *wargs into like a bajillion ravens so we can have some TRULY gorgeous shots this episode* 

Night King: HAAAIIIII BITCHES I’M ON THE WAYYYYY!!!!!! 

Bran: Oh fuck. 

Bran: GUYS WE HAVE A PROBLEM. 

-Meanwhile, we didn’t see Sam last episode so time for Citadel drama!- 

Maesters: *refuse to believe in shit people keep telling them is real which they have no reason to believe is real* 

Sam: UGH! Stupid maesters! LISTEN TO WHAT WE’RE TELLING YOU. 

Maesters: Sam, we’re skeptics, we’re not going to listen, don’t be stupid. 

Sam: I HATE YOU ALL. 

Maesters: Well that seems a tad unreasonable. 

-Meanwhile, there is ever more drama at Dragonstone- 

Tyrion: *trying to rationalize his behavior* 

Varys: Like, I know dragons are her thing and “FIRE AND BLOOD” is also her thing but like I didn’t think she meant it literally. Also, stop trying to rationalize your behavior, it makes you sound stupid.  

Tyrion: Well, at least she’s not as bad as her dad. 

Tyrion: ... So what’s in the raven. 

Varys: It’s a sealed scroll for the KitN. 

Tyrion: ... And? 

Varys: Fair point. It says the world’s going to end. 

Jon: MY SIBLINGS ARE ALIVE, YES. Also we’re all gonna die. 

Jon: *turns to Dany* Bitch, I’m going home. 

Dany: BUT YOU DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MEN! *internally screaming STAY STAY STAY* 

Jon: So give me some. 

Dany: Can’t do that. Cersei. 

Tyrion: Well, if we were to prove it to her she’d come north. We capture a wight, we can bring it south and show it to her. I can talk to Jaime, he can talk to Cersei, and boom! We have our proof. Davos can row me into KL. We just need someone to deal with the wildlings and acquire a wight.

Jorah: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. *screaming internally KHAAAALLLLLEEEESSSSIIIIIIII* 

Jon: *protective older brother instincts flair* *cockblocking instincts flair* The wildlings will never listen to you I WILL GO YES. 

Dany: YOU CAN’T GO, I’M HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE. *STAY STAY STAY*

Jon: Fuck you, I’m a king. *gives another inspiring speech about trusting strangers that makes Dany look REALLY small actually* I’M GOING.  

Dany: I hate you. But like, I also love you. 

-Meanwhile, in Winterfell, the showrunners are DICKS-  

Lords: WHERE IS JON. JON’S NOT HERE. CLEARLY WE WERE WRONG ABOUT ELECTING HIM AS LEADER. YOU SHOULD BE LEADER. 

Sansa: NERP. JON’S KING. DAT’S DA WAY IT IS. IN THIS HOUSE WE RESPECT JON SNOW. (except she said it politely and in such a way that contextless Arya and anti-Sansas can bitch about her plotting) 

Sansa: I did warn Jon. *sighs*

Arya: Those sons of bitches, plotting against Jon! We should cut off their heads! Not sit and listen politely! 

Sansa: Watching this show for six seasons has taught me one thing: beheading people who give you support because they dissented is a REALLY FUCKING BAD IDEA. Being polite to everyone means that nobody hates you and you don’t get red-wedding-ed. 

Arya: AHAH! I KNEW IT! You’re plotting against Jon, too! 

Sansa: Oh for Christ’s sake. Just go away and let me nurse my chamomile tea as I do actual work to help defend the North. 

-Meanwhile we have a quick trip to KL before we can go on our wight hunt- 

Jaime: *being a reasonable general* 

Bronn: Nope. You have too much family drama for any of that right now. 

Tyrion: Hi Jaime. Long time no see. 

Bronn: ... gonna step slowly away now... 

Jaime: You killed Dad. I hate you. 

Tyrion: That’s reasonable. But we do need to talk. Dany’s gonna win the war and you know it. 

Jaime: Cersei will never kneel. 

Tyrion: She doesn’t need to. We can have an armistice [you who don’t know what that is, it’s a cease-fire. It means I don’t like you and you don’t like me but we’re not allowed to fight because of reasons.] as long as she listens to us and doesn’t murder Jon.

Gendry: *exactly where we met him. huh. would’ve thought he was still rowing* 

Davos: Hi. 

Gendry: HAI DAVOS. YOU’RE HERE FOR A REASON. SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. 

Davos: But it’s dangerous- 

Gendry: I’VE BEEN GONE FOR FOUR SEASONS. I’M READY. I AM SOOO DONE WITH KING’S LANDING YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I HATE THE LANNISTERS. THEY KILLED DAD. [that’s kinda ooc of you to gaf gendry but ok] THEY TRIED TO KILL ME. 

Davos: Fine. Grab a sword. 

Gendry: Bitch, do I look like a fancy-ass knight to you? I’m a blacksmith, and a Baratheon. I’m using a goddamn hammer. 

Davos: *sighs* Kids these days. So fucking EXTRA. 

Davos: Okay, but don’t tell anyone Robert Baratheon was your dad. 

Trouble: *proceeds to appear in the form of gold cloaks, but Davos pays them off to shut up and then Tyrion turns up so Gendry smashes their brains in and we’re all just like “damn Gendry.”* 

Qyburn and Cersei: *plotting* 

Jaime: Hi. I just talked to Tyrion. 

Cersei: ...okay? 

Jaime: Dany wants an armistice. Because zombies are on the way. And apparently soon they’ll have proof for us. 

Cersei: Huh. Didn’t expect the conversation to be that but okay. 

Jaime: ??? 

Cersei: Oh sweetie. I know everything.  

Jaime: ?!?!?! 

Cersei: I want to talk to her. It’s in our immediate interest to have her leave us alone. But in the meantime, you should know that Imma kill everything in our way. Because I’M PREGNANT, Y’ALL!!! 

Jaime: ... am I the father? 

Cersei: Yup! AND we won’t hide it. 

Jaime: That’s a stupid idea. 

Cersei: DADDY TOLD US TO IGNORE THE BULLIES AND CRUSH OUR ENEMIES TO DUST 

Jaime: Fair point. *hugs Cersei* 

Cersei: *smiles and hugs back* Oh and don’t ever betray me again. 

Jaime: *thinking* *oh that’s riiiight, I fucked a crazy person* 

-Meanwhile, as always, there is drama on Dragonstone- 

Davos: DON’T TELL ANYONE THAT ROBERT BARATHEON WAS YOUR DAD. YOUR NAME IS CLOVIS.YOU’RE A SMITH. YOU’RE JUST HERE TO BE POLITE UNTIL YOU GO BE THE SMITH IN WINTERFELL. 

Gendry: Got it. 

Gendry: HAI JON SNOW. I’M GENDRY WATERZ AND I’M BOBBY B’S ILLEGITIMATE KID AND I’M HERE TO HELP YOU FUCK SHIT UP IN THE FAR NORTH. OUR DADS WERE BROS. WE CAN BE BROS TOO. 

Jon: ... You know how to wield a sword? 

Gendry: Nah. I wield a hammer. And I’m a badass. 

Jon: ... okay. 

Davos: Nobody mind me. All I’ve ever done is be the best person in existence and outlive literally everyone. Like, dude, I’m by far the oldest dude on this show. 

Tyrion: Bye Jorah. I missed you. Not even Grey Worm can glower quite as well as you. Though Jon Snow has you beat in the brooding sadface category. 

Dany: Good bye. 

Jorah: Bye Dany. *kisses her hand and walks away because he sees Jon and knows he has to prove something* 

Jon: Well. At least you won’t have to deal with me anymore if I die. 

Dany: Pls don’t die. I want your babies. 

Jon: ... okay. I’m still not your boyfriend though. *gives the trademarked goodbye which certified badasses give to people they respect* 

-Meanwhile we need to reveal important exposition- 

Gilly: *dithering on about boring ass shit* 

Sam: *annoyed at her dithering on and also at the maesters and also at everything ever in the entire world* 

Gilly: Oh, what does “annulment” mean? 

Sam: It means a divorce. 

Gilly: Huh. Says here that some Prince “Ragger” was given a divorce by the dude who wrote this book so that he could marry someone else in a secret ceremony in Dorne- 

Sam: *EXPLODES IN RAGE at Gilly because he’s annoyed even though she didn’t do anything wrong* THAT’S IT. WE’RE LEAVING. THE MAESTERS ARE TOO STUPID TO BE AROUND. 

Gilly: ... Okay? 

Sam: *steals some extra books* *grabs Gilly* *grabs little Sam* *steals a horse I think????* *leaves because he’s BORED* 

Gilly: You’re not gonna fulfill your life-long dream? 

Sam: NOPE. 

Gilly: Well that’s sad, but we’ll go with it. 

-Meanwhile Arya vs. Littlefinger is on- 

Arya and Littlefinger: *attempt to out-sneak one another* 

Littlefinger: *OUT-SNEAKS ARYA?!?!* 

Me: wtf I hate everyone and everything, stop it. 

-Meanwhile, we have a new location! EASTWATCH-BY-THE-SEA- 

Tormund: We’re fucked. 

Jon: Indeed. 

Thoros, Beric, and Sandor: HAI can we all go on this suicide mission together? 

Suicide Squad: *establish that they all’ve got beef with each other* 

Jon: Well screw that. We’re all alive, which means that we’re all in this together. 

Suicide Squad: *walk out into the snow together, looking so fucking badass and I’m so excited!!!!!!*

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