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uter-us · 7 months

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Hello! I saw your post asking how trans people would define a woman, and gender in general. First I just wanted to say thank you for trying to understand different perspectives, in my experience I've not found many people on the internet who actively seek out the opinions of people they generally disagree with. So I genuinely appreciate that you're trying to understand us better.

But I would define "woman" as one of the two binary genders, which is typically but not always associated with being biologically female. And similarly "man" is the other binary gender, typically associated with being biologically male. But obviously that's just my opinion and it's true that a lot of people disagree on what they mean. And I think when a trans woman says that she identifies as a woman, what that really means is that she's just more comfortable being seen as a woman, and she feels a sort of kinship with other women despite maybe having experiences that are different than them. Same goes for trans men.

As for what gender itself is, I would say that it's socially constructed categories (because humans really like to categorize things, even ourselves). That's why different cultures sometimes recognize different genders beyond woman and man, and many cultures have such different gender norms.

I'm sorry for this being so long, and I'm sorry for sending it in an anonymous ask. It's just what I feel most comfortable with right now, which I hope you can understand. But, yeah, thank you for trying to seek out different perspectives. It seems that you're actually genuinely trying to learn more about the experiences of trans people and I really appreciate that. I hope you have a good day!

hey!! i appreciate your response so much!! youre very nice, and i appreciate you too for trying to understand other perspectives through reaching out :))

also please keep in mind i haven't slept in 24ish hrs which is a long time for me so this is more of a ramble than very succinct 👍

since it's through anon ask it might be a bit tricky to get your responses, but if you end up feeling like responding, i'm sure we'll figure something out haha but i am gonna ask some questions !

And I think when a trans woman says that she identifies as a woman, what that really means is that she's just more comfortable being seen as a woman, and she feels a sort of kinship with other women despite maybe having experiences that are different than them. Same goes for trans men.

okay so i see you point to two things that make a trans woman a woman and a trans man a man. the first one is about wanting to be perceived as either a man/woman. I am under the impression that what you are describing is some level of dysphoria, (or maybe more euphoria ?), but correct me if i'm wrong. I am gonna point you to these three versions of that post for a more thorough response w questions this definition or partial definition prompts-- the posts are kinda lengthy so be warned! but you can skim (if youd like) for the parts referring to perception and dysphoria. (again, working off little sleep so the links are a great help. but if you are having trouble finding anything lemme know and i will help!!)

curious what your thoughts are there!

the second part is about having a kinship with other women/men despite having different experiences. this idea is one i don't hear as often! if im working w the understanding that kinship means a strong (family-like) relationship, is that really enough to warrant a role in defining who is a woman/man? like there are people who fit both of these rules (increased+significant comfortability w perception plus feeling they have a kinship w said group), and we can still recognize they don't belong in that group. in my personal opinion that isn't enough for defining a woman/man (especially legally!)

im so sorry im being super lazy and tired, but in the posts i linked i talk about genders beyond woman and man, different cultures' gender norms, some questions about what gender as a social construct means to yall (vs the radfem perspective), and ultimately the role that plays in this type of conversation, so im gonna point you there again haha. if you want me to elaborate on anything dont hesitate to lemme know!

no need to apologize for your boundaries!! an anonymous ask works great :) and i apologize for the lack of sleep interfering w my response, i hope it wasn't disappointing!! still i hope my posts provide some insight too, but more importantly i really hope you check out the questions because i promise my goal isn't to j stand on my soapbox or info dump, i really appreciate any and all feedback/responses-- feel free to send another ask (if you feel up to any response!)

i really appreciate your message!! the kinship aspect was the most eye opening for me because i find it relatively uncommon to hear in my experience. your fresh perspective is well worth reading! thank you! be so safe and take sm care 🫶🫶🫶 (and lemme know if theres something i missed you want further clarification/comment/question on!)

#this is not the most indepth post ever....#in fact its very shallow....#but hopefully the links i sent can fill the huge gigantic enormous gaps i didnt write about.#i need sleep. ahhhhggghh #not j a reblog tag #read conversations tag

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that-was-anticlimactic · 2 years

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okok like I do with every series I watch I tend to do a crossover with my current fixation (atla lol) so I was wondering in hour most experienced view who would be who in ninjago x atla lol <33333

bestie bestie bestie have i got feelings for you !

so, there are a couple of different ways to go about this.

if we go by element / powers, zuko would be kai, katara would be nya, aang would prolly be morro tbh or lloyd since green ninja and avatar, toph would be cole, idk sokka would be pixal, azula would be jay ???

now, some of these are legit, and i will get into that. um. this got Very Long.

first, let's start with aang.

aang would be lloyd and vice versa. both have powers they never asked for, powers that others wanted, powers that set them aside and made them automatically more "special" and "precious" than everyone else, powers that made them a major target, powers that made them many enemies by default. both of them tend to be lighthearted until they get stressed or begin to notice the pressure becoming worse and worse. they both think and act like a child because they are children until they're forced to face something that challenges what they stand for / believe in (for aang, killing. for lloyd, defeating or maybe even killing his father).

next, i'll talk about zuko.

zuko is kai. like. he just Is. he is angry and brash but one of the best freaking big brothers you will ever meet. he is protective to a dangerous level and gets invested in the impossible to a dangerous level, just like kai. kai's inner quest to become the green ninja is similar to zuko's inner and physical quest to prove his worth to his father and to capture the avatar. s1 ep10, the green ninja, is the equivalent of the western airtemple. or, i suppose you could say it is the equivalent of zuko telling his "father" (he sucks dude) off in the final episode of the day of the black sun. if zuko were to have a true potential episode, i think the one best suited for him is kai's. yes, you could argue that cole wanting his father to be proud of him is what zuko went through, but lou is much different than oz*i and the end result of the royal blacksmiths would not lead to unlocking what was holding zuko back. in fact, that would hold him back even more. it's about letting go of false hope and understanding that there is value in supporting those around you rather than being the "special" one and accepting your true destiny. kai and zuko are both brash and quick to anger but also caring and comforting. not to mention, kai goes through an arc where he loses his fire powers, and that reminds me a bit of zuko struggling to use his powers until he finds a replacement for anger. also, they are both the definition of loyal. they probably wouldn't like each other, tho lol

next, katara.

i do think katara would be an Incredible nya. i supposed you could say that katara not truly discovering and learning how to bend until she was older is similar to nya not learning about her powers until s5. nya is Amazing. she is extremely skilled, versatile, quick to anger and quick judgements, but also smart and willing to stand up for herself and she does, just like katara. they're both feisty and often underestimated. they're both younger siblings (who were looked after by their older siblings when their parents were Gone). they're strong, have a strong sense of justice, and i think they go through a similar arc of dealing with loss and learning how to control their emotions in a healthy way. also... if katara reached her true potential the same way that nya did... oh my gosh i would SOB SHE WOULD BE AMAZING. oh there's also the whole nya being the samurai thing and katara being the painted lady, helping out in the only ways that they know they can because they know they would be judged or not taken as seriously.

next, toph.

toph is freaking Hard. on one level, cole does fit. i feel like cole's true potential would work for toph... aside from the fact that toph's parents suck and would not, did not, accept them for being what they wanted. i think that it works in a found family sense, but not in parental. zane is too different personality-wise and power / skill-wise to be toph. besides, zane's true potential came from discovering and accepting who he is and idk toph already accepts that she's blind and doesn't need like. some kind of arc that may inadvertently (or even blatantly) seem like some "tragic blind girl" thing. no saviorism, no thank you :) then there's jay, also a huge no for toph. their arcs are Drastically different. so, i feel like that leaves a few options: wu (no), pixal (not the vibes), skylor (perhaps...), darreth (PLEASE NO BUT THAT'S FUNNY), and... ronin.

now, ronin is introduced in s5 and he is, essentially, a thief. an "i'm a loner don't need help don't want help unless you give me money" kind of guy. he learns to soften up a little and help without expecting anything in return. i wish he was in the show more because i do love his character a lot. but like. blind bandit, toph's money thieving days... LITERALLY RONIN THO !!! he's very much an "i look out for me and nobody else" kinda guy... until he gets attached (will not admit) to the ninja team, specifically, the durability and perseverance of nya, or, katara. then, he starts to turn around and risk his own person in ways that he never thought he would just to save these people that... he can maybe call family??? although ronin doesn't have elemental powers, he is not to be underestimated and he Is important. maybe this is a stretch, but i am going with ronin. (... although... june would be a good ronin too...)

now, to sokka.

this was also hard. i didn't Want to be obvious and go jay but like. jay. why? well, jay's whole true potential arc is about accepting who he is. i mean, the message and the spark is literally "you are the best you" which i am going to get tattooed eventually. that is something sokka Really needs to know because sokka plays roles. he plays older brother, warrior, water tribesman, avatar's friend, he plays everyone but himself, and when he Does play himself, he gets shut down. he wants to be worthy and he wants to be good enough and he is... he just... chooses not to talk about it. he'll talk about anything else, tho, and so will jay. then there's the whole jay is a genius, show, please stop forgetting that. i mean, he's an incredible inventor and like... so is sokka! sokka has the brain to be jay. yes, he also has the brain to be zane, but zane is aware that he's intelligent and also sokka's sense of humor is Very similar to jay's. they turn to humor to cope, and they underestimate their own abilities. i know that jay and nya are canon but uhhhhh for the purpose of this, sokka and katara are still siblings Not in a romantic relationship relationship and sokka is still her older brother (and also dating zuko). but, they are more than their outwardly anxiety. humor is their coping mechanism which is the loudest part of them. really, they are important to battles. they are strong, their strength is just not so much their strong suit as is their brain. so, they (and often others... aka ninjagio fandom fanon jay oops) often underestimate their physical strength and endurance. no, neither of then are big beefy guys (please... for the love of God... sokka is Not big and beefy...) and their brain is their biggest advantage, but they can carry themselves and they are braver than their outwardly panic makes them appear.

next, suki.

for suki, imma say cole. yes, she is still a nonbender. part of this is purely vibes, but also like. i know that i am right. as one of cole's biggest fans, that is lol. cole is very much the silent leader, the one that takes a step down and observes from the back. the leader before someone more "special" than them came along. they are tactical geniuses and also bury their feelings deep deep deep deep deep deep inside themselves so they do Not have to think about them. they both consider themselves expendable and they both value the lives of their team / friends above their own to a scary degree. they know when to be silent and they know when to speak up. they are clever, good at plans, and are able to play the role of leader and follower without missing a beat and they know when to switch between them. they both play mentally strong and they both crave things they are too scared to ask for. they are both stubborn to a fault and physically strong and capable, both often probably seen as muscles and that's all (i actually did an exploration of suki and how she views the word "strong" before). they are used to taking hits and used to taking the short end of the stick without complaint. but, they are loyal and kind. they take things to heart very deeply but are bad at showing it. they love through acts of service and train to hide their feelings. i just. i gotta be right with this one.

iroh, though this is probably obvious.

iroh is sensei wu. wu is iconic for being an idiot, tbh. a lot of issues occur because he simply does Not tell his students anything until the villain strikes. everyone mocks him by saying "ninja, there's something i haven't told you..." and like. iroh would. both value tea before their life and speak in convoluted riddles and metaphors purely to sound smart and create chaos. they do care for their kiddos. kai and wu have, imo, a very similar relationship to zuko and iroh too. anyways this one is p obvious so imma stop there

now, azula.

yes, i know, azula. where does she fit in? there are a couple of roles that fit: first, harumi from s8. will not spoil as to why because you said you're on s4, but like. it'll make sense. next is morro, the original possible green ninja who let his longing to be the green ninja drive him to death and hate. but, imma take a huge leap and say that azula... would be garmadon.

garmadon has a tragic story. he was bit by the great devourer and the evil was coursing through his veins, much like how azula was trained to be manipulative and evil. i feel like they would have similar arcs where they were torn between what was morally right and the venom in their body corrupting them. not to mention, kai hates garmadon more than anyone else. zuko. also, wu is garmadon;s brother, and although azula and iroh aren't siblings, they do have a strained familial relationship. iroh and wu both kind of gave up on them. i feel like garmadon's arc of constantly having the world stacked against him in ways that force him to be evil until it consumed him is very azula-esq. also i am getting tired and have to shower, so i'll end azula analysis here lol. i also did Not want to make oz*i garmadon because garmadon deserves better than that :/

other important things:

the cabbage merchant is the mailman and No i am Not accepting criticism, i am Correct.

appa is the ultradragon

maybe mai as zane ??? will go into her and ty lee more later (i wanna look at jet and yue too...)

zhao as pythor (... sorry pythor, you deserve better than that...)

#jingyi tag #i have feelings. um. did Not mean for this to get so long #i got So Very Excited by this ask you have no idea ahhhhh #this was So Fun ahhhhh !!!#thank you for letting me ramble and analyze my kiddos !!!#be sure to lemme know what you think too because i am genuinely curious as to what you think !!!#ninjago #atla #corey rambles:)

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 3 years

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Short Snippet - Darkstache - Jealous Warfstache!

On the contrary, I was super excited to see the request! Darkstache AND fluff?? Of course I wasn’t gonna pass the opportunity! I hope this works for you. If not, lemme know!

Word count: 808

Today was a special day in Wilford’s calendar. It was Date Day! It was an entire day for Wilford to spend with his precious Dark with ZERO interruptions. No third-wheeling Jims, no emergencies from Dr. Iplier, nothing! He loved them because they were perfect excuses to pamper his beloved with attention and affection. Dark spent so much time working and keeping everyone else in line that there never seemed to be time for Dark to do the things he enjoyed. In this case, Wilford overheard Dark in the break room two days ago, talking to Host about a museum exhibition he was curious about; but knew he would have to miss because of how busy the studio was.

Well, Wilford Warfstache wasn’t going to let such a crime happen under his watch! Even if it took three phone alarms, five written reminders around his office, and a verbal prompt from Bim, he booked tickets and surprised Dark with them! The way that the entity’s face lit up was worth all the reminders. He would never willfully let the chance pass to make Dark happy!

And now… Here they were! In the museum! Exploring the exhibition together!

Getting a personal tour!

From Illinois…

It was a slight spanner in the plan of “time away from everyone who either is considered an ‘ego’ or has an association with them’. Admittedly, the reporter didn't consider the archaeologist would work volunteer shifts in the museum. To his credit, Illinois was genuinely delighted to see the pair and swiftly abandoned his ‘come to me if you have questions’ spot to give the pair a personal tour around the temporary exhibition that had gotten media attention. There was no denying the excitement in Illinois’ voice and the keen interest in the historical topics in Dark’s body language. Even Wilford was enjoying the introduction. He might not be the smartest lightbulb in the toolbox, but he could appreciate someone teaching him new things, and normally he enjoyed Illinois' company!

But as the tour went on, this became the rare exception where the sight of Illinois sullied Wilford’s mood. Illinois had managed a rare thing - he had made Dark laugh. Multiple times! With only some form of witty banter and sharp quips that Wilford didn’t understand! They were too intellectual for him. No matter how he tried to shake off the irritation and enjoy the moment, Illinois would make a smart-assed comment about the objects they were looking at that would make Dark giggle.

Just who did Illinois think he was? Sure, Wilford actively encouraged him to flaunt that flirty, charming side to anyone he met, but that didn't include Wilford's boyfriend!!

With the firm reminder of ‘No, Wilford, you’re leaving the gun at home’, he dug his hands into his pocket and followed the pair.

The impromptu tour came to an end, and Illinois recommended a section dedicated to ancient pottery before he turned and made his way back to reception to resume his post.

"That was an unexpected surprise. I think I learned more than the booklet could have told me." Dark was in good spirits as he took Wilford's hand in his and led the way. "What did you think? Those fossils were something else, weren't they?"

Wilford grunted in response.

"Will? Something wrong?" Dark stepped in front of Wilford with a trace of worry in his voice.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Nothin' ya gotta worry 'bout." A vague answer, but enough of a clue to signal he was lying. Dark knew the pair were in good spirits when they arrived, but Wilford had fallen uncharacteristically quiet when Illinois came along…. Wait a moment.

"Are you and Illinois fighting?"

"What? No. I got nothin' wrong with him an' his stupid humour!" Aha! A sly smile spread on Dark's lips as his suspicion was confirmed.

"You're jealous."

"What? I am not!"

"You think I'm going to run away with the adventurer."

"Poppycock! You wouldn’t -!"

Dark slipped his hand out of Wilford's, turning his back on the other with a thoughtful hum. "I didn't think it was possible for Wilford Warfstache to get jealous of someone taking my attention like that. Oh, but he did make me laugh more than others would, now that I think about it." He faced Wilford again, noting the childish pout on Wilford's face. "You know I'm not going to leave you, right?"

Wilford grumbled, folding his arms so tightly that it made his shoulders rise a fraction.

"And you know that no matter who makes me laugh, you're always my burst of sunshine on a rainy day, right?" Dark put a hand on Wilford's arm.

"... Right." Wilford's expression brightened a little when Dark kissed his cheek.

"Come on, you big grump. Let's enjoy the rest of our date. No more guided tours. Just the two of us, like we promised."

#darkstache #writersofmark #darkiplier #Wilford Warfstache #illinois ahwm #(I swear you'd think I hate him with how I keep writing him but he was too perfect for the situation!)#(also I hope you're having a wonderful day; anon!)#Rose Petals (Wilford)#Cracked Mirror (Dark)#(this Dark loves one (1) himbo)

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thesweetestkimberry · 4 years

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glasses

pairings: hanta sero x reader

summary: after your contacts began to grow uncomfortable, sero discovers you wear glasses

warnings: uhhh, like one or two curses i think, kissing, i think that’s it, oh wait,, the name “four eyes” being used in a teasing manner,

notes: heyo! so,, i wear contacts and glasses, and just decided to write about when sero would find out his s/o wears them too,, N E WAY, ENJOY SERO BEING A DORK !

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aizawa had given you all loads of work due the next day, so you’d hauled yourself into your room and got straight to work.

after a while, your eyes had gotten tired and your contacts became uncomfortable, so you decided to take them out and replace them with your glasses.

sighing in relief at the feeling, you put your glasses on and went back to doing work.

not long after that, you heard a knock on your door,

“hey babe? can i come in?” your boyfriend asked, “yeah!” you called back, turning to the door as sero wandered in, looking at the pile of things he had in his arms.

“you will never believe what i found today! so we asked aizawa if we could go out for a bit, and we found this little hole in the wall place and guess what it sells? your favorite snacks! who’s the best boyfriend? me obv- woah babe!”

your brain was scrambling to process all of his words, giving you a break when he cut himself off, eyes wide and staring straight at you. you noticed the faint blush on his cheeks, laughing as he scrambled to hold everything.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, confused as to why his energy suddenly shifted, “your.. you have glasses?” he asked genuinely curious as to how he missed that his girlfriend of some months now wore glasses.

“yeah i have glasses?” you respond, unsure as to how to answer.

“are you just, blind the whole day? why don’t you wear them all the time? how bad is your vision? lemme see,” he rambles again, setting down all the snacks and surprisingly, his laptop on your bed before shuffling over to you.

before you could protest, he takes the glasses off of your face and puts them onto his own,

“i wear contacts during the day, hanta, and my vision is pretty bad.” you comment, wincing as his eyes widened as he looked at the world through your prescripted eyes.

he stumbled upon looking down, glancing around your room and attempting to read things, “how do i look?” he said pushing the glasses up his nose, must like you’d seen iida do for a while now.

“i don’t know babe, i can’t see.” you say, as a matter-of-factly, making him freeze and turn to you, “oh yeah huh?” he says pushing your glasses onto his head like they were sunglasses.

“how many fingers am i holding?” he asks holding three fingers, thinking he has you beat,

“three.” you state, amused with his antics, “wait what, you can see that?” he says looking at his own fingers and squinting at them at different distances.

“yes, you dork. just because i need glasses doesn’t mean i can’t see. i can still see you, you’re just really blurry.” you say making yourself more comfortable in your chair.

suddenly, he leaned in, bracing himself on the arms of your chair, caging you in and inching his face so close to yours, your noses were damn near brushing against one another.

“can you see me now?” he asks, a grin on his face which you could, in fact, see clearly.

“oh there’s my handsome boyfriend.” you say with an elated voice. the boy laughed along with you before pressing his lips onto yours.

the kiss was sweet and full of tenderness, lips dancing with yours in what you’d describe as swing dancing. young energetic lovers pouring their amor for one another in a dance only they knew.

pulling away, they both smiled at each other, but before sero could go in for another kiss, your glasses fell from the top of his head, back in place.

you giggled at the surprised look on his face, the sound making his heart flutter.

“you know, i love how they look on you, you know why?” he asks as you turn around to go over the last questions you did on your assignment, with a hum you respond his his question, waiting for him to continue,

“because they draw attention to your beautiful eyes, the same eyes that i tend to get lost in on the daily.” he says staring deeply into your eyes, not in a creepy way, but in a way that made you feel seen and loved.

“and also because you are blind as hell without them.” he says snickering at your betrayed face, sliding your glasses back onto your face, “now, bring your blind ass over here and let’s pig out!” he says throwing himself on your bed, the frame creaking in protest.

pushing your glasses up to your head, just as sero had done before, you looked around the room, “what are you looking for?” he asks, sitting up, also attempting to help look, even if he didn’t know what for. you even went as far as to remove your glasses, clean them, and squint through them.

“for whoever you think you’re talking to, because i know you did not just say that.” you say with a hand on your hip.

he chuckles and holds his arms out for you, making grabby motions like a child. with a sigh, you gave in and made yourself comfortable while he set up the movie.

“i love you babe.” you say as he wraps his arms around you, “i love you too... four eyes.”

your head quickly shot up, “what was that?” you ask with a pointed look, “i said, “i love you too, forever.”” he swiftly lies.

you’d heard him before, loud and clear, but you’d let it slide. after all, you did call him a cup holder since you accidentally found out his elbows doubled as cupholders when sideways.

“can you call me in the morning when you put your contacts on? i wanna see.” he says looking down at you, eyes practically beaming.

“sure hanta.” “aw sweet!”

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#sero hanta x reader #hanta sero x reader #sero hanta #mha hanta sero #bnha x reader #hanta sero imagine #mha x reader #seroxreader #bnha

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iamknicole · 3 years

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Boxes

Bloodline Family Series

Next Friday played on the flat screen in the living room while Simba waited. He checked his watch then rolled his eyes leaning his head back on the sofa.

"Aye, Pooh! It's 7:15!" He yelled out to her only to be met with silence that made him huff. "Pooh, come on, man! I told you we was leaving at 7:15!"

Again, silence.

Huffing much louder this time, Simba cut the television off and got up from the sofa. He stuffed his phone into his pocket then went to the stairs going up two at a time. He knocked gently then pushed the door open.

"Say, what you doin in here, baby? We gotta go," he called out not seeing her. "Where you at?"

Kennedie smoothed her dress out then fixed her hair before walking out of their bathroom. She smiled brightly at him.

"Sorry, sorry. Porsche called me for help. I'm ready though. I look okay?"

Simba sucked in air nodding. He crossed the room to kiss her forehead. "You look beautiful, Pooh. Come on, let's go."

When they got outside Simba stopped her on their steps and went down a few. He pulled out his phone and pointed it at her.

"Simba," she laughed covering her face, "Noooo."

Simba sucked his teeth laughing. "Girl, move your hands and let me take this picture."

Slowly she put her hands down laughing. "Okay, okay. Make sure I look good."

"I got you, Pooh," he chuckled. After snapping a few pictures, he helped her down the rest of the stairs then showed her the pictures. "See? I got you. You look good."

Kennedie smiled. "Okay, yeah. My Simba did that. Lemme take yours now."

"Nah," he shook his head, "We gotta get outta here so we on time."

"As fast as you drive, we'll be on time. Come on please, Simba."

"Aight, aight. Take the picture, Pooh"

Once they were done taking pictures, Simba helped her into his Challenger then got in and sped out of their neighborhood. He played the r&b playlist Kennedie had put on his phone for the drive there. Every now and then he would glance over at his girlfriend, catching himself when a smile would come to his face.

In the middle of their drive his phone rung, 'Dad' flashed across the screen of his radio. He hit a button on his steering wheel as he was switching lanes.

"What's up, Dad?"

"What you doing, baby boy?" Jey's voice boomed through his speakers prompting Simba to turn the volume down some.

"Nun, on the way to dinner with Pooh. She can hear you, I don't know why she ain't said nothing yet," he laughed looking over at her.

Kennedie pushed his arm laughing. "I was letting yall talk. Hey, Dad!"

Jey chuckled. "What's up, Kenni? How you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm good, Dad. Just tryna make it with your mean son."

"Aight that's enough," Simba chuckled, "You aight, Dad?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Was checkin on yall. Where yall headed?"

"Takin Pooh to dinner then probably get ice cream or something. Nothin major."

Jey spoke to Cookie in the background for a moment then got back to his son letting him know to be safe and have fun. When they disconnected, Simba turned their music back up and put his hand on her thigh. Looking from his hand to his face, Kennedie decided not to question the affection just in case he moved his hand.

The couple stood in the waiting area while the hostess got their table ready. Kennedie stood with her back leaned against him while she looked around the restaurant. His hands were planted firmly on her waist and his face in her neck. He alternated between kissing her neck and biting her earlobe.

"Simba," she giggled still looking around. He hummed out a response. "Not that I'm complaining but you're extra affectionate tonight."

A chuckle escaped him and he spoke lowly in his girlfriend's ear. "You want me to stop?"

Kennedie shivered from a chill that ran through her. "Nope. Continue."

When they were shown to their table, the couple took no time ordering their drinks, appetizers and entrees. One thing about them is that they hated waiting too long to eat so they always made their choices as soon as they sat down. It wasn't long before their drinks and appetizers came out.

"Before I start eating, do you want some?" He asked softly.

His question went unanswered because his girlfriend was staring lovingly, a little lustfully at him. Between the outfit, the jewelry, the fronts and the affection he had been showering her with, Kennedie was floating.

Simba reached across the table to tap her hand, "Pooh? You want some or not?"

"Uuuh ... some what?" She asked frowning a little.

"My appetizer. You want some of my food, Pooh?" He laughed at the face she made.

"Oh um yeah, I'll taste it."

Nodding, he put some of his food into her plate. He started to taste his food then looked across the table at her pointing with his fork.

"You gon let me taste it?"

Again, she frowned and shook her head. "I'm sorry... taste what?"

Simba fell into a fit of laughter. He tried to stop when he saw her pouting but he couldn't. "Your food, Pooh. You gon let me taste it?"

"Oh oh yeah, of course," she nodded moving some of her food into his plate, "There you go. Sorry. I don't know where my mind was."

"Its aight, baby. I know where your mind was," he smirked.

By the end of their date, Kennedie had fallen even more than she thought was possible for her boyfriend. They had good conversation, good food, he barely frowned and when he did it wasn't at her. He took her for rolled ice cream then they rode around the city for a while talking and not talking.

Getting back to their townhouse, Simba helped her out the car then pulled her into a hug when she tried to walk away. He kissed her forehead, her nose then her lips.

"Thank you for letting me take you out tonight. I had fun. Did you?" He asked softly.

Kennedie smiled up at him. "Of course, I always love going out with you, babe. Thank you for taking me out. It was nice."

"Good, I'm glad, Pooh. We both been busy so it was nice to get out together with no interruptions."

"Yeah it was," she agreed adjusting his chains that hung around his neck. "You ready to go inside?"

Simba looked at their front door for a moment then back at his girlfriend. "Yeah I am but I was thinking."

"Thinking what? Too much interacting with people? You need a break, Simba?" She asked laughing softly.

He shook his head staring down at her. "Nah, not that. I don't need a break."

"Then what were you thinking?" She asked genuinely curious.

For the third or fourth time that evening, Simba grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him.

"I was thinking that our night don't have to end right here. That we could finish it once we got inside. That is ... if you want to. If you don't that's cool too." He explained softly.

Kennedie raised a brow, "You mean ...? Like opening one of the boxes your dad sent?"

Simba chuckled softly, "Yeah, Pooh. That's exactly what I mean. So what you say? That or we can watch a movie."

Kennedie smiled hard and pulled away from his grip and grabbed his hand pulling him along with her. "I say what are we waiting for, let's go open a box."

Laughing softly, Simba allowed his girlfriend to pull him up the few stairs and into their townhouse. She scurried off to their bedroom while he locked the door and turned their alarm on. He sent a text to his brother and turned his phone off before following his girlfriend's path praying it all went as good as he hoped.

#bloodline family series #simba & kennedie

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woah-there-cowboy-or-cowgirl · 3 years

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This isnt so bad, right?

Summary: Nishinoya and his s/o go to the beach for break and they can’t swim, but Noya has the perfect solution :)

Genre: Fluff and somewhat comfort

Pairings: Noya x gn!y/n

Wordcount: 1.6k

Warnings: The reader is a bit of a crybaby, other than that, none!

a/n: ahh my first story...this was in the whim of the moment hehehe also I feel like I used “you” too much and it came out WAY longer than I thought but oh well. Also, I am so sorry for grammar mistakes 😅

Backstory:

It was finally the last day of school before summer break. You and Noya had a plan to go on an ice cream date at this new ice cream shop in town after school, but here you were, waiting at the front of the school for him to come out. It had been 15 minutes and there was no sign of him. You had started to walk away when you heard someone yell for your name and felt someone cling onto your back, almost tackling you to the ground. You turn your head to see Noya and he had the biggest smile on his face and you were just as excited as him even though you had no idea why he was happier than usual.

You two are heading over to the ice cream shop and you notice that he slowed down. In the corner of your eyes and you can see him occasionally looking at you expectantly but you ignore it assuming he just wants you to hold his hand or something.

When you get to the ice cream shop, he turns to you and stares again. You finally ask why he keeps staring and he says “So where are we going this break?” with the most expectant eyes.

You started to say “Well I was thinking we could go to-”

He cut you off by sighing and saying in a dramatic voice “OH...so you did forget. Damn now I owe Tanaka $10.” He and Tanaka bet that you forgot about your guys’ deal. You looked lost then it clicked.

You forgot about that bet y'all made that Noya wouldn’t pass all of his exams, and whoever wins gets to choose where they go over summer break and you were so confident that he would at least fail one subject since he never studies. He just needs motivation really

“That’s okay if you forgot cause either way I get the final say in where we go for summer break and I decide on the...beach.” You had agreed only because you could never go against a bet also cause he bought you ice cream

Realtime:

You, Noya, Tanaka, Yachi, and Hinata arrived at the beach house you guys were going to stay at everyone is still confused how Noya was able to even get the beach house but oh well and boy was the view mesmerizing. It looked like a basic beach in the day, but at night it’s like something out of a storybook.

Everyone had finished settling in and were getting ready to go swimming except for you. You didn’t want to go into the water because of THAT reason and knew since you guys left the Miyagi Prefecture it would be hard to avoid going swimming since the guys had been talking about swimming the whole time and well since it’s a beach, there is water everywhere.

Yachi noticed how you didn’t want to go into the water, so she offered to stay on the shore with you to build sandcastles, collect seashells, and just sit under the sun, which you of course accepted.

After making maybe 5 failed sandcastles, you could tell that Yachi was getting bored and wanted to go in the water.

“Yachi, you can go into the water you know? You don’t have to stay here with me.” you said after she was staring at some kids playing in the water a little longer that most.

She whipped her head in your direction and started to blush from embarrassment saying “AH! Are you sure? Was I that obvious? I can stay here if you want- actually no I want to stay here!” she was obviously lying but it's the thought that counts

“Really, go! I know you want to, and don’t worry! I’ll do my best to figure out what we were doing wrong and we can make a bigger and cooler one tomorrow!”

“Okay, if you say so...BUT call me over if you get bored or figure it out!” and she got up and sprinted over to where the boys were swimming and seeing who could do the best tricks underwater.

After a while, Noya noticed you had been stalling to go into the water and had to literally drag you away from the 15th failed sandcastle and into the water. You protested the whole time, and when you guys were in the deeper end where you couldn’t touch the ground is when you started to freak out and cling onto Noya, to stay above the water. Everyone was so confused as to why, but they didn’t say anything since you hid your face in Noya’s shoulder out of embarrassment. He walks away from the group for a bit and asks what’s wrong. When you looked up at him and he saw that your eyes have watered a bit he starts to become flustered.

“What's wrong?” he says trying to see if maybe you got hurt whilst dragging you into the water.

You mumbled “I can’t swim” and he looked lost and said “That’s fine. I never learned how to swim until I was in my third year of middle school. Wait- is that why you're crying?” He didn’t mean harm in the question but he was genuinely curious why you would start to cry over not knowing how to swim but that question made your cheeks get warm and made you hide your face again.

Once again, you mumbled “Yes, and I’m embarrassed” He chuckled and said “You don’t have to be. Not everyone can swim.” You looked at him again and said “I know that...but I’m the only one in our group who can’t swim. I can’t go as deep into the water as you guys, and I don’t want to keep you in the shallow area…”

He sighed and started to walk to the shore again, told you to stay there for a minute, and just ran off. You felt horrible since you thought he went back into the house out of anger, but he came back with something in his hand.

“What’s this for?” You ask as he hands it to you. You looked at it and it was one of those flower floaties that you put on toddler’s arms causing you to give him a dirty look. “For you of course! Now we all can go in the deep end!” He was very proud of himself, and was acting like he just solved world hunger, making you give out a small chuckle. “See? It’s making you smile, so come on, we can’t go out with them deflated like this right?” as he sits next to you and pulls something out of a bag.

You scoff jokingly saying “What? Did you buy one for yourself?” and when you look at what's in his hand, low and behold the same exact floaties that he got you.

“What? I wanted to match with you! So come on and blow yours up otherwise we will just sit here on the shore and I don’t think you want that.” He started to blow his up and he just kept going like wearing toddler floaties was normal. Honestly, it’s Noya, what do you expect? You sigh smiling and start to blow yours up as well.

Once you guys finished it, you put them on and Noya started to pose like he was a model and you started to do so too. You guys were having a blast, then he grabbed your hand and ran to the water, eventually meeting up with the group again. Everyone was laughing and was talking about how cute you looked making Noya jealous cause he thinks he’s the cuter one. You felt more confident now, so the group went even deeper, of course you stayed close to Noya just in case.

It was finally night time and you guys were getting out of the water and some random guy yelled at Noya “HA! NICE FLOATIES. WHAT? YOU NEED YOUR MOM TO HELP YOU SWIM STILL?” You pulled on Noya’s arm telling him to just drop it and let's just go back to the house but he yells “REALLY IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH? WAIT LEMME JUST-” you yanked at him making him turn around and you are shaking your head trying to signal that you guys should go back to the house. He yells out “I’LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER.” then signaled to Tanaka and Hinata to chase and intimidate the guy. They did and they looked like two dogs going after a squirrel. Yachi started to freak out thinking Tanaka would punch the guy, like how he punched Kageyama, so she stayed outside to see if she could calm Tanaka and Hinata down.

When you and Noya went back to the house, you looked at him again and tried to rip the floaties off his arms starting to tear up again, but he grabs your hands saying “wait- what are you doing? Stop. I like them.” You respond with “I don’t want to cause you trouble just cause I can’t swim. Take them off.” He just stared at you and kissed your forehead and brought you into a warm hug saying “really? You think I care about what they said? I like matching with you. Plus you can’t tell me I don’t look hot with them on” causing you to laugh once again. You couldn’t deny that he looked good with them on, but you still felt bad.

“But-” you started to say before he shoved you into the bathroom to look in the mirror and said “Look, we look cute together and I can find you easier now. So don’t think so badly about them okay?” you stare at the reflection, a smile starting to form on your face seeing how Noya looks so proud that you guys are matching and say “Yeah, I guess it isn’t so bad…”

#Stories With Kelsey #Nishinoya yuu #noya fluff #noya x reader #noya x y/n #noya x you #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #modern haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #this is my first fic ever i am so sorry

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Six

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

A couple of weeks had gone by, and you were feeling a lot better. You and Harry hadn’t tried doing it from behind again, and you both were fine with it. When you truly felt ready he knew you’d tell him. You had been getting up early almost every day to go to the gym, and you felt like it really gave you the energy you needed to get through the day.

Harry had taken the pictures of Louis proposing to Eleanor, and she of course said yes. It was an extremely beautiful moment that he genuinely was happy to be a part of. You had surprised him with an evening in for Valentine’s Day. He came home from work and there were rose pedals everywhere. You had bought a skimpy silk robe, and you both ate chocolate covered strawberries and made love in the kitchen.

You’d be meeting your mom at Bernie and Phil’s this weekend to shop for dining room furniture. You were excited to finally set up that area. Once it was done you’d be able to plan a house warming party. You and Harry were coming back from grocery shopping when Michael, the desk attendant, called out to the two of you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Styles, you both have packages.” You and Harry walk over to him. A smile creeping on his face on the thought of you being called Mrs. Styles.

“Oh, Michael.” You giggle. “We’re not married.” Harry’s smile fades.

“My apologies…guess that’s why this says Y/F/N Y/L/N on here.” He hands you the package. “Here you are Mr. Styles.” He hands Harry his.

“Thanks.”

“Do you need help bringing anything up?” Before you can answer, Harry cuts you off.

“Think we can manage, mate, thanks.” You both go into the elevator. “These are from the same address.”

“They’re from Lou.”

“Oh! What do you think’s in them?”

“No idea.”

You both get into the apartment, and once all the groceries are put away you open the boxes.

“Oh, he’s so cute.” Harry says. “Look.” He shows you a framed picture of the two of them and a shirt that says Best Man Mate on it.”

“He wants you to be his best man?! Oh my god, that is cute.” Harry feels tears prick at his eyes.

“I’m so honored, honestly. This is such a nice picture of us too.”

“Your hair so long.”

“I know, it was forever ago.” He smiles. “Open yours.” You tear it open.

Inside was a note and t-shirt. The note said: I know we’ve only known each other a short while, but I’d be honored to have you in my wedding party. You’re important to Harry, Harry’s important to Louis, so you’re important to us too. You were surprised, but delighted. The shirt said Bridesmaid on it.

“How sweet! Let’s call them to accept.”

“Okay.” He takes his phone out and puts in on speaker.

“Oi! How’s my favorite lad doin’?”

“Good! You’re on speaker just FYI.”

“Oh, so I shouldn’t say how lovely I think your fat ass is?” You burst out laughing. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Louis, is El with you?”

“Yeah, lemme get her. El! Harry and Y/N are on the phone!”

“Oh! Hi guys!”

“We got your packages.” Harry says.

“And we both happily accept.”

“Oh wonderful! I didn’t know if it would be weird to ask you to be in the party or not. I sent one to Sarah too since Lou asked Niall to be a groomsman.”

“Not weird at all! I’m honored.”

“Loved the picture of us, mate.”

“That was all El!”

After talking a little while longer, Harry takes the phone to catch up with Louis privately. You get some homework done while they talk. You hear Harry giggling every few minutes, and then you hear a giant belly laugh come from the loft. You look up and see him wiping away tears. He hangs up and comes down the stairs and sits next to you.

“He’s so fuckin’ funny.”

“What he say?”

“Nothin’ in particular, he’s just so quick.” You hum in agreement. “Workin’ on homework, baby?”

“Mhm, almost done though. Just responding to some people’s posts.” He watches you type quickly.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Type so fast?” He starts laughing.

“I don’t know.” You start laughing too. “Let me just finish this up, okay? I’m telling this person how much I agree with them.” You roll your eyes.

“Definitely don’t miss that about school.”You finish up your responses and close your laptop with a sigh. “What time are we meetin’ your mum tomorrow?”

“Um like eleven I think. We’ll wanna leave here around ten to get there on time.”

“Alrighty.” He looks at you. “Hey, come sit on my lap.”

He spreads his legs and stretches out on the sofa while you crawl into his lap. You rest your head against his neck. You enjoyed your lazy days together.

“Downstairs earlier, you laughed when that guy called you Mrs. Styles.”

“You know his name is Michael. And I simply giggled because it made me nervous.”

“Why’d it make you nervous?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug.

“You know that’ll be your last name someday.” You scoff at him. “What?”

“Who said I’ll be taking your last name if we get married?” You play with the curls on the nape of his neck.

“When.” Your cheeks blush and you feel butterflies soar through your body.

“Alright, when.”

“You don’t want my last name?” He pouts.

“S’not that I don’t…what if I go for my PhD someday? I’m the one doing the work, why should you get the credit?” You laugh. “I’d probably hyphenate it…maybe. I don’t know, is this something we need to discuss? Even if I didn’t legally take it I’m sure plenty of people would refer to me as Mrs. Styles.”

“I just think it has a nice ring to it.” He smirks.

“You act like we’re already engaged, babe. We’re a ways away from that, don’t you think?”

“I suppose.” He nods. “Am I gonna have to like check in with your dad before I do anythin’? You know, when the time comes.”

“I’m sure he’d appreciate it, but you certainly don’t need his permission, I’d be the one marrying you, not him.”

“What kind of wedding would you want?”

“Where’s all this coming from?” You giggle.

“Talkin’ t’Lou. Him and El literally just got engaged and they already have all these plans in motion.”

“Well, they’ve been together a long time right? I’m sure there are things they’ve thought about before.”

“Right, so I’m curious to know what you’d want.”

“It’s not just about me.” You kiss him on the cheek. “But I suppose an early fall wedding would be nice. Like late September? Some of the leaves have started changing, it’s still warm, but we wouldn’t be sweating. I’d want it to be at a hotel with an outside space for the ceremony. I’m not really into the whole reception is at a barn thirty minutes from the hotel so catch this shuttle at this specific time thing. I’d want it all in one place.”

“You don’t want to be married at a temple?”

“Well…I don’t think we could because you’re not Jewish. I’d want my cantor there maybe to bless us, but I’d be just as happy having a friend officiate. It doesn’t need to be religious.” You shrug.

“Fall weddings are less expensive too. So I’ve noticed.”

“Yeah! You know my style is pretty simple, so I think if things looked clean and elegant I’d be fine with whatever theme. I’d want to plan everything myself though, like with you only. I hate when there’s too many cooks in the kitchen.”

“Agreed. It’s for us, no one else should stick their nose in.”

“Exactly.”

“What kind of dress do you think you’d get?”

“No idea.”

“Really? I thought girls thought about that all the time.”

“I think it’s better to not have an idea and just go in with an open mind. I watch these people on Say Yes to the Dress and it’s exhausting.” You think for a moment. “I certainly know what I wouldn’t want. I know my taste well enough. I’d want something with lace probably.”

“Love when you wear lace.”

“What kind of suit would you want?”

“Somethin’ eccentric. I hate plain black suits. Somethin’ with a pattern maybe? A pop of color?”

“Anything you wear would look good.” You nuzzle your nose to his and he smiles.

“You’re cute.”

“No, you’re cute.” You both giggle. He presses his soft lips to yours for a tender kiss.

You lightly lace your fingers through his hair as you open your mouth for him. He licks into your mouth, getting a good taste of you. He moves his mouth, nipping at your jaw and then your neck.

“Don’t leave any marks, I don’t want my mom to see.” You roll your hips down on him.

“You can just wear a scarf.” He says against your neck.

“Please, bite me anywhere else.”

“Lift your shirt.” You take your shirt off. “Bra too.” You reach behind and unclasp it, letting it fall off your shoulders. Harry gets it the rest of the way off you.

His lips connect to one of your nipples. He sucks on it lightly at first, and then with more vigor, really getting his teeth into your skin. You let out a gasp. It felt good, too good. The way he would swirl his tongue around your pebbling nipple while also twisting your piercing with his teeth was incredible.

“Fuck.” Your head rolls back. He lets it go with a popping noise. He gazes at it while it turns a dark purple. He smiles and looks up at you.

“Y’like that, dontcha?”

“Mhm.” You smirk. “Let me do it to you. I’ve never sucked on your nipples before.”

“Mine are all hairy.”

“Not really. You manscape pretty nicely actually. I appreciate it.”

“You appreciate it down under.”

“True, if you had a full bush I would just not be able to suck you off.” You both laugh. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he helps you take it off. “M’gonna give you a good one.”

“Please, be my guest.”

You lean down and kiss one of his nipples. You start sucking on it, and he chuckles.

“What?”

“Just feels weird, keep goin’.”

You continue with your biting and sucking. You feel him raise his hips to yours, and you can feel how hard he is against you. You kiss down his chest, and torso, and lower stomach. He knew he was in for a treat. You undid the button on the top of his jeans and slowly undid the zipper. He lifted his hips so you could pull down his pants just slightly. You reach inside his boxers and pull out your not so little friend.

You kiss your way up from the base to the shaft and then to his tip. Your lips were already swollen, but you didn’t care. Harry loved the way you looked. His hands lightly graze through your hair, and you kiss his tip again. You open your mouth and lick up his shaft.

“Jesus.” He says through gritted teeth.

You lick up up and down a couple more times, and then make eye contact with him as you take him into your mouth. He bites his bottom lip as you work your way down. You close your eyes as you hollow your cheeks and bob your head up and down on him.

“Mm, baby, feels so good.” His head falls back.

Your hands tug his boxers down his hips so you can cup his balls. He bucks up further down your throat. You groan against him, feeling yourself getting wet from pleasuring him.

“Shit.” He pulls your head off him.

“What?” You say trying to catch your breath.

“Wanna be able to fuck you, love.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks flush. He pulls your face to his to kiss him. He bites down on your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. You groan again feeling the ache in your lower stomach grow.

“Do you want it here, or in the bedroom?” He says against your lips.

“Bedroom.”

“Alright, up we go.”

He holds onto you as he stands up, you wrap your legs around him. He steps out of his pants and boxers, leaving them behind in the living room, as he carries you into the bedroom. He lays you down, and reaches for your leggings, tugging them and your panties off in one motion. You part your legs for him, and he smirks when he sees that you’re glistening. You reach a hand down and rub on your clit, which was throbbing at this point. He stands there for a moment, just watching you play with yourself. It’s when you let out a soft moan that makes him get on the bed, and he moves your hand away.

“Please, allow me.” You giggle.

His fingers trace over your folds lightly, collecting all the wetness. He moves up towards your clit and your back arches slightly. He was being soft and slow, and it was turning you on so much. Light touches, like you could only just barely feel him. It was enough to drive you over the edge. He slips his middle and index finger inside you while his thumb stays on your clit. You gasp as he curls his fingers up, reaching that spot inside. Your walls tighten around his fingers, and loves how soft and velvety you are. Your hands clutch at the blankets. You grind your hips against his hand. Your head was far back in the pillow. Sweat was starting to form at your brow, and you were panting.

“Come for me baby, go on, you know you want to.”

“Fuck.”

Your back fully leaves the mattress as you release onto his fingers. He doesn’t let up though, he pumps in and out of you faster, and you clutch his bicep.

“Shit, Harry!”

“Gonna make ya come over and over, angel.”

“Fuck, shit, oh, OH!” You release again, and he retracts his fingers from you. You were drenched, absolutely fucking soaked. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and moves to hover over you.

“Ready f’me?”

“God, yes.”

He lines himself up with you and pushes inside. You both moan at the delicious contact. You wrap your legs around his waist as he begins to move. He pushes some hair away from your face and your hands move to his broad shoulders.

“So beautiful.” He kisses you, and your tongues collide.

Your hands rake down his back, and your nails find themselves sinking into his ass. He groans into your neck. He was making you moan and pant like never before, you weren’t sure what it was about tonight.

“Harry.” You whimper when you feel him bottom out. You bite down on his earlobe.

One of his hands moves up to caress your breast, and he kneads it. He was really paying attention to your entire body tonight, you couldn’t get enough.

“You feel so good, Harry.” You moan. “Your dick is so fucking big.” You tighten around him.

“Like the way I take care of ya, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes.” Your hands move to his hair and you tug at his roots.

“Shit.” You tug on him harder how you know he likes.

“Harry, I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, I’m gonna comeeee.” You moan loudly into his ear as your third release comes.

His thrusts become sloppy and quick as his own release comes. He grabs one of your hands to hold as his come spurts inside of you.

“Oh god.” You say as you feel it fill you up.

He pulls out of you slowly, and he collapses on top of you. Your hands play with his hair as you both catch your breath. You feel his come start to drip out of you and you scrunch your face. He kisses your cheek before he gets up to use the bathroom.

“What do you feel like eatin’ f’dinner?” He asks when he comes back out.

“Pizza?”

“I’ll pop it in the oven.” He puts the robe that you bought for him on and leaves the room.

You get up and use the bathroom and put your own robe on, meeting him in the kitchen. You wrap your arms around him, and hug his back to your chest.

“Hi baby.” He says.

“That was incredible.” He chuckles and turns around to face you.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe after dinner we could do it again?” He kisses the top of your head.

“It would be my pleasure, love.”

Harry woke up cuddled in your arms around 8:30 when your alarm rudely woke him up. Sometimes he wished you weren’t so punctual. He didn’t want you to end the warm embrace you had around him. But he soon felt a kiss to his cheek, and you move away from him. He turns over watches you stretch and yawn. You rub the sleep away from your eyes before you get up to shuffle into the bathroom. He moves to the middle of the bed where you were just laying, just to bask in your warmth for a moment longer. Your pillow always smelt the same as your shampoo; apples and cinnamon. He was grateful that your mom wanted to buy the two of you some furniture, he just wasn’t thrilled to be sharing you today.

“Baby?” You say, voice still thick with sleep, after you come back from the bathroom.

“Hm?”

“Time to get up, my doll.” You rub your eyes again and move to the dresser to grab some clothes.

He popped up at the new term of endearment. You had never called him that before, and he wondered where it came from from. He wondered who else, if anyone, got to a point with you where you’d call them that. He flips the covers back and gets up.

“M’gonna turn the lights on now.” You say as he gives you a kiss to your temple, and goes into the bathroom.

You flip the lights on and grab a pair of black jeans from your dresser. You put on a baby blue sweater and throw your hair up in a high pony. You put on some fuzzy socks, and go into the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. You think oatmeal is a good idea for today, something nice and warm.

Harry comes into the kitchen just as you’re pouring the hot water over two bowls of oatmeal. He smiles and thanks you for the breakfast. You both sit at the island and scroll through your phones, neither of you really awake to talk yet. You both sip on some coffee, and you get an incoming call from Rachel.

“Hey girly.” You say.

“Hey! Do you have plans next weekend?”

“Um….” You look over at Harry. “I don’t think so, why?”

“Planning a girl’s night out for Sarah’s birthday.”

“Oh hell yeah! She doesn’t have plans with Niall?”

“They’re doing something Friday night. Figured we could all get together Saturday. Go to the club, have a sleepover after. She said she’s into it.”

“Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes.” You look at Harry again who’s looking at you. “Um, one second.” You put your hand over the speaker. “Harry, next weekend would you mind if I went out with the girls for Sarah’s birthday? Rachel wants to have a sleepover at their place.”

“Which night?”

“Saturday.”

“Sure.” He shrugs. You didn’t need to ask his permission, but he still appreciated the consideration.

“Okay, yeah, that definitely works.”

“Please don’t tell me you just asked Harry if you could come out to play like he’s your father.” She groans.

“You know I never asked my dad for permission for something in my entire life.” You smirk. Harry raises an eyebrow at you.

“True, you’re very good at telling someone you’re doing something instead of asking.” She laughs. “Cool, this’ll be so much fun. We should go to Pinz, they have the best dance floor.”

“Agreed.” Harry taps you on the shoulder. “What?”

“Ask her about when she wants to see Mariah.”

“Harry wants to know if you still want to get together with Mariah.”

“Definitely! We’ve been texting a lot. I think we’re both nervous to make a move for some reason.”

“Maybe we could do that Friday night then.”

“Works for me, I’m wide open.”

“Alright, I’ll have Harry set it all up since he’s been so adamant about it.” You giggle. “Talk to you soon, bye.” You hang up the phone and look at the time. “We should head out.”

“Okay.”

You and Harry head down to the lobby, hand in hand. Michael gives you a warm smile and you give him a little wave. Harry furrows his brows as you walk down to his car.

“The Weeknd has some new singles out, do you mind if I play them?”

“Go for it. When does the album come out?”

“March I think, so really soon.”

“Would you ever want to see him in concert?” Your jaw drops.

“Um, yeah. His tickets are on sale already, but I’m such snob I’d wanna be up close. The tickets at the Garden are way too expensive.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t, we’re not paying an arm and a leg for something so silly.”

“So you won’t be buyin’ them yourself then?”

“No.” You sigh. “My trip is going to set me back a bit. It’s too bad too, he’s coming in July. I love a summer concert.”

Harry already bought tickets for the two of you of course. The second he saw them go on sale he bought two seats relatively close to the stage. Your birthday was in August, he thought it would be a fun, early present. He couldn’t wait to give them to you once they came in the mail.

He watches as you listen very intently to After Hours. How you gasp when the beat picks up, and how you start laughing out of excitement.

“What?”

“This, it sounds a lot like is second to last album, I��m so excited. Heartless is really good too. God, he’s so talented. I read once that he makes music that would play in like a haunted strip club, and it just makes sense you know?” Harry chuckles.

You make it to Bernie and Phil’s and your mom is there waiting for you.

“Hi kids!” She says cheerily, giving you both a hug and a kiss. “You took measurements of the dining area?” She asks you as you walk into the store.

“Yup, got them on my phone.”

“Perfect. Now, are you two thinking square, rectangle, oh maybe round? Round is good if you’re very social. Do you want it to be more of a social space or formal?” You look up at Harry and he just shrugs at you. He truthfully doesn’t give a fuck about the shape of the table.

“Round might be nice. Let’s just look at everything and see what catches us.”

“Sounds good.”

Harry knew exactly what you were going to do. You were going to stay quiet while your mother made comments here and there. You were going to scan over every piece of furniture and make mental notes of all the pieces you liked. He watches as you’d brush your hand over tops of tables, and your fingertips would drape over certain tops of chairs. Afterwards you came up to him.

“I think a darker wood would like nice. Not black, but a nice dark brown.”

“I agree.” He says. “Show me the ones you liked best.” You take his hand and lead him around to three different options.

“Mummy, what do you think of this one?” You say pointing to a long rectangular table. “I looked at a few round ones, but you’d need stools for all of them and I just don’t think I like that.”

“I like this one a lot actually. I like the chairs that go with them too.”

“No padding on them…” Harry says, and you both look at him.

“We can buy cushions. It’s better to do that so you can replace them easier. Then you don’t have to pay to have each chair reupholstered.”

“Ah.” Harry nods.

“Do you like this one Harry?” You ask looking up at him with those big green eyes that he loves so much.

“Yeah, seems like it’ll do the job.”

“Why don’t you both sit down and see how you like it.”

You both do as she says and sit at either end of the table. The chairs were comfortable and proper. With a rug underneath, this table would be perfect in the dining area.

“It’s perfect, mumma.” Harry had never heard you refer to your mom like this either. Maybe you were just extra soft today. She kisses the top of your head.

“Then it’s yours.” You stand up and hug her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome. Now, let’s go find some cushions and a rug to go with it.”

“Good idea.” Harry stifled a groan. Shopping like this practically knocked the wind out of him.

“C’mon, babe, you can pick out the cushions. Anything you want.”

Harry perks up and goes over with you and your mom to where the accessories were. Harry loved yellow, so he found some yellow cushions. You and your mom approved and found a yellow and grey patterned rug to go with them.

Your mom goes up to speak with a sales associate to get everything in order. You give your mom another hug after she pays for everything.

“How about some lunch kids? The Texas Roadhouse is just down the road.”

“Oh my god they have the best bread and butter. Up for it Harry?”

“Sure. Thanks again for everything.”

“Oh, you’re more than welcome honey.”

You all drive off to the restaurant, and get a table to sit at. You all order salads, and plenty of bread. You fill your mom in on how your class is going, and Harry tells her about his trip to Florida.

“Honey, we should go shopping next month to make sure we have some fun outfits for Aruba. God knows your Nannie is going to have the best bathing suits in the business with her.”

“Yeah!” You giggle. “It would be fun to bring some bright colored outfits down. I don’t need much though from the shopping we did last year.”

“Harry have you ever been to Aruba?”

“No, can’t say I have.” He tries to smile.

“Maybe some year we can have you come down too. Nannie’s place isn’t that big, but if we plan it out we could always see if she could switch one of her weeks with someone who has a two bedroom.”

“We could just us an air mattress.” You shrug. “The only time we spend in the room is for sleep as it is, we wouldn’t need a whole separate space.”

“I know, but it’s nice to have privacy. I could always bunk with Nannie and you two could take the pull out. Just something to think about for next year.”

“True. Would you like that next year Harry?”

“If you’re Nan’s okay with it.” He smiles.

“We can put a bug in her ear.”

“God, I can picture all the old biddies at the pool now.” Your mom laughs. “They’d go gaga over you.”

“I think Nannie would pass out seeing all the tattoos on Harry’s body though.”

“You have more than just your arms?”

“Yeah, he’s got these swallows on his collar bones, a giant butterfly here.” You point to it. “And these ferns right above his hips. And then you have that tiger on your thigh.”

“Oh right I remember you mentioning that.”

“And then he’s got a couple on his knees and ankles. They're all really cool.”

“Please don’t suede my daughter into getting one.”

“Would never dream of it.”

“Although I may get my nose pierced soon. A nice hope right here.” You touch your left nostril.

“Oh that would like nice actually. Those are really in style right now.” You nod along.

“So you were against her getting her be-“

“Harry!” You shake your head no and cough. Your mom squints at you.

“Let him finish his question.”

“Oh, I was just curious, um, because Y/N mentioned she wasn’t allowed to have her belly button pierced. So, um, you don’t mind her nose?”

“Nose piercing doesn’t get infected as easily. A naval piercing just says hello I’m open for business.”

“Jesus, mom.” You put your palm on your forehead. “Can you not be so judgey?”

“I’m not being judgey. I just think they send the wrong message is all.”

After lunch you and Harry thank your mom again for everything. All of your items will arrive in just four weeks. As you get into the car, Harry asks the obvious question.

“Wait so, your mum doesn’t know you have your naval pierced?”

“No way! She flipped when I got this fucking stud in my cartilage after I turned eighteen, no way in hell I was going to tell her about this.”

“So what do you wear on vacation?”

“Oh, I just take it out.”

“She doesn’t notice the hole from it?”

“She’s not inspecting me. I also tend to wear a one piece on family vacations. No need to be so revealing.”

“And she’s never seen a picture?”

“My Instagram is private, and I would never post anything too revealing on my Facebook.”

“Do your siblings know?”

“Erica does, but she’s the only one. I swore her to secrecy, she has hers pierced too.”

“You guys are wild.” He chuckles.

“Sometimes leaving things out is more convenient. Less of a headache. She doesn’t need to know everything about me.”

“True. Would’ve been helpful if I knew it was a secret.”

“I didn’t think it would ever come up.”

“So, when are we gettin’ that little nose of yours pierced?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’d love to have the hoop in before I leave. Mariah said I need to get the stud done first.”

“Why don’t we go one day after work? It could be fun, I could get a new tattoo while you get it done.”

“I’d want you to hold my hand!” He chuckles.

“Alright.”

“What tattoo would you get?”

“Absolutely no idea.”

He did have an idea. He wanted to get a small sunflower where he had space on his left arm. Sunflowers were your favorite, and he wanted a tattoo for you, but he didn’t want to get anything crazy just in case.

“You’re so spontaneous, I love it. Yeah, maybe Wednesday after work?”

“I’ll make an appointment for us.” He smiles.

“I can pick out a new stud for my stomach while I’m there. I’m sick of this one.” You lift your shirt slightly to show him.

“What would get instead?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you can help me pick something out?”

“Sure.” He pats your belly and you giggle.

This weekend was a very good for you two. You were feeling happier day by day, and you knew seeing Dr. Mara consistently had something to do with it. You and Harry had been working on so many things, and you both noticed the small changes.

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A hood love story: G.D

Warnings: violence, sexual innuendos, a lot of cursing.

Pairing: Grayson Dolan X female reader.

Summary: bottom line is... remember where tf you came from.

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Friday night lights.....most basic ass idea for a football game.

Just a whole shit-ton of rich ass white kids, acting like they hard when in actuality they have no awareness of anything outside of thier little gated community.

They weren't aware of the situation Grayson was in.

They either villainize him and where he's from, Or they romanticize where he's from. Either way they never talk to him.

They talk to ethan though, because unlike his brother he decided to just forget who he was and where he came from...that including his brother.

But you didn't think like them, you didn't treat people differently because of where they come from, or where they live. So you became friends with gray, best friends, and y'all were together all the time.

"hey gray you tryna go to the game today? You asked leaning on the locker next to his.

"there's a game?"

"yea against the cougars, you wanna go?"

"....mmm" gray never really went to any school event because well...he was kind of a loner, you didn't blame him tho.

"pleeeeeaaaseee, gray can we?" You asked with pleading eyes, and a quivering pouty lip.

"...fine"

"YESSIRRR, let's goo" you shouted, and skipped to class.

You went through the next couple of classes pretty quickly, went home, did some homework and waited for Grayson to come over.

"when you coming over hoe"

"I'm already outside, come on"

You run outside lock the door, hop in the car and head back to the school. The game had already started, but no one had scored yet. You and gray sit on the bleachers, and eat some popcorn.

"who you think finna win?" Gray said shoving food in his mouth. "I don't know, but prolly not our school, they haven't won a game in like...ever."

"true true" gray nodding in agreement untill his phone starts ringing. "Ayo hold up I gotta take this."

"hmm oh okay, I'll stay here" reassuring him. He walks to the back of the bleachers, "yo, wassup?"

*Anonymous* "Ayo when I see you, you getting lit tf up".

"Whoa, what? Who is this?" Gray asked confused as too who was tryna kill him.

"you know who this is lil bruh, it's daymen, oscars brother. You stole some shit from him the other day, and gave it to ya lil rich ass friends."

"what? Rich ass friends? Ion got no rich ass friends."

"okay okay, so you gon lie to me now huh?, Alright look, bring my lil brother his money or you getting lit tf up, and I take ya lil bitch for myself. You know the fine one, wit the braids."

"Don't you fuckin touch her."

Meanwhile you on the bleachers

"bitch what the fuck are you talking about?" Looking at claire and her lil posse.

"you know what I'm talking about, how long you been fucking my boyfriend."

"claire....who's your boyfriend?" You ask genuinely curious, because you do not keep tabs on miss bam-ba-lam-my-cars-a-hundred-grand.

"Grayson is duh." Because apperently that was common knowledge.

"g-grayson, Grayson Dolan the brother of Ethan Dolan, correct, just to make sure, Grayson with a "a" and a "o" not a I or a E. That Grayson?" Ya know...just to be clear.

"yes that Grayson, god are you dense?!"

"Oh no ma'am very much I am not, because the only grayson i know, don't fuck with bitches like you. Oh hell no, cuz yall don't fuck with people like him. And out of the mother fucking blue, he's your man, sweet-pea, i-is that what you telling me?" Because miss ma'am got you fucked alllll the way up.

"oh really how are you gonna tell me who I'm dating, I had sex with and who stole weed for me?" You pause....

"bruh what? Ugh now I know you tripping because Grayson don't fucking smo-"

"Aye, come on! Games boring anyway." Grayson yells from the bottom of the bleachers.

"alrighty well, miss. Thing I don't know what to tell you. Gods speed finding your Grayson because mine don't smoke." You picked up your things and walked with gray back to the car.

"hey what was the call about?" You asked

"huh? Oh it's was just my mom asking how long we were gonna stay at the game, I told her for the next hour so we could go do something else." He said.

You notice he kept looking around a lot, like he's was paranoid, waiting for something to happen.

"gray you good? You keep looking around, what's wrong?" You out ur hand on his shoulder concerned.

"huh?! Ohh nothing nothing let's go, come on"

He drags you to the car, and open the door for you, and he gets in the driver's side and drives off.

"ok I guess, um whatcha wanna do, wanna go to the park, or that on abandoned house that has a perfect view of the sunset, or ice cream, or ice cream and sunset. You looked at him, lip pouting head turn to the side, waiting for answer.

"uhh...ice cream only I wanna get you home okay?" He sighs, hands gripping the wheel tight as hell.

"umm what no I don't wan-"

"No! I have to get you home. I just, I just do, okay? Please I'm sorry for yelling come here." As you two pull in to the ice cream parlor's parking lot.

You lean in and he kisses you on your forehead, " I just need to be safe okay, it's late I don't want you out at night okay?"

"what? What do you mean I'm with you?"

He walks to your side of the car to open the door, "I know but....you cant be around me now at night at least it's not safe." After you get out he walks to the counter and tells you the get a table, you stand puzzled for a bit but you go anyway.

when he gets back with two oreo milkshakes, you ask him, "gray wait why isn't it safe? Why can't I be around you? What going on?." You ask frantic, worried your friend is in some sort of trouble.

"just because you can't don't- who is that?"

He asks leaned down a little.

"who is who? You turn around, and see a car speeding towards you both." Gray grabs your arm and pulls you down.

"GET DOWN! GO RUN BACK TO THE CAR!"

You do, you get to the car get inside and lean down, then you hear gun shots fire.

*bow bow bow bow*

The car skids off and everything is quiet, you look up and you see Grayson laid out on the ground. "oh my god...".

You get out hesitantly walking towards his body, "g-gray...baby, please oh God please no, god don't tell me he's gone" tears streaming down your face, you can't bare to walk any closer, and you drop to your knees and sob.

"no..please not my best friend." As the smoke clears you say this, the sun is setting in the background, it's a somber feeling somehow you feel safe and sad at the same time, while in that same moment your best friend, very much could be breathing his last breaths.

Then, like the miracle baby he is, Grayson wakes up, with a hell of pain in his shoulder. "Wha-? Ohh fuck my shoulder, holy shit, wait where's? Hey, hey, pretty girl why you crying?" He asks litterally sitting up looking at you holding his shoulder.

You stop crying, eyes shoot open. "Wha- GRAY!!" you run over and hug him, crying.

"i-i thought you were dead, *sniff* you were-*sniff* laying there not moving." Say sobbing into his shoulder.

He holds you with his good arm, "shh shh, it's ok, I'm not dead baby, I'm right here, I'm bleeding out of my shoulder and I should probably go to the hospital, but im not dead." His head sitting on top of yours

"oh shit, yea okay let's go." You help him to the car and start driving, you drop him off at the hospital and tell him you're gonna go take care of something.

You get back in your car and drive to a harbor, you then park and start disassembling his gun.

"god...I don't even know why he has this thing, granted he did get shot at but for fucks sake." You mumbled to yourself.

You speed back to the hospital,the doctors tell you he already out of surgery and he's doing fine, and they tell you his room number.

You walk back to his room. "Hey...Grayson baby, you okay?" You whisper not wanting to scare him.

"hmm? Oh yea hey come in." He's sitting up in bed both of his arms in slings. "Can you do me a favors and grab my juice box?"

You look on his tray and there's a little apple juice, juice box on it. "Oh yea sure sweetie." You poke the straw through the hole and hold it up to his mouth.

"Thank you."

"your welcome lovie." The doctor came in. "Ah, I see your already on it, that's good, very sweet of you." You look at him confused.

"um care to explain sir, or am I slow."

He chuckles, "my apologies, um since your friend, I'm assuming has two bad shoulder that have made him unable to move his arms at all he will need around the clock assistance."

You set down the juice box that he basically breathed in. "What do you mean both shoulders I thought he only got shot in one?"

"oh he did but his other shoulder is slightly sprained it's should heal up in a around 2 and a half weeks, while the other shoulder should take at most 4, but normally three. So due to his situation, his arm mobility is hindered untill a later date." He says with his arms crossed over his clip board.

You sit next to gray and look at him, "well I'm down, it's not like we don't spend every single second with each anyway." Gray laughs, "yea I guess thats true."

The doctors clear him and you help him get dressed but since it was late you threw a hoodie on him since there was no use for the sleeves.

You both get in the car and drive to your house, "come on gray we gotta get you to sleep." You tap and rub his tummy to wake him.

You get him up and walk up stairs to your bathroom. "Ok lemme brush your teeth." You sit on the sink and brush for him.

"okay that's done. Um alright it's 2 am ur tired I'm tired we can do the rest tomorrow okay?" You ask Grayson who's barley keeping his eyes open. "Okayyy." He says yawning.

"all right let's go to bed." You walk him over to the side of the bed and help him sit down.

" all right be careful and don't drop all the way down be careful not to lose your- oh fuck!"

You both lost your balance and fell on the bed, your on top of him millimeters away from his face. You never really looked at Grayson that way, never really looked at his eyes, dark as the ocean pulling you deeper and deeper to the point where you don't care if you drown.

Or his lips, they look so soft and smooth, if you were to kiss them it would feel like silk pillows. His lips..."oh fuck his lips."

Grayson catches your eyes staring at his lips and he sits up. "My lips baby, hmm that what you want?" You both sitting up on the bed. "Where? Your neck, cheek?" He drags his nose up the side of your neck to your ear.

"or that pretty little pussy?"

You gasp and get up off of him. "Um okay time to go to bed for real this time. Uh you good? you okay? Need any thing?"

"uh nah, nah I'm good. I guess...I'm laying flat then?" You turn to look at him.

"um yea I think that would be best."

You both start to relax and go to sleep.

"hey gray? I gotta ask you something, you know what's up with clair because she came up to me claiming I'm fucking her boyfriend, who's apperently you and also you stole some weed for her and that just dosent make sense to me."

He jerks his head to look at you "wait what!? When?"

"when you left to answer the phone she said your her boyfriend and she would know the person's she's been fucking and the guy who stole weed for her."

"so that's why- ughh fucking ethan."

"what? What about him? And what was that phone call about?"

He sighed "okay so I got a phone call from this guy named daemin, and I guess he thinks I stole weed from his little brother oscar, and I guess he's been watching me or something he said if I don't get his money he'll light my ass up and he'd go for my lil bitch himself, the one with the braids."

"oh shit so it was Ethan who stole the weed and prolly gave that guy your number, and prolly claimed he was you...now what the fuck wrong with claire?"

"Claire don't know that theres two of us and she don't talk to people he's friends with so he probably lied to her to."

Laying there in shock you think to yourself. "What kinda fucked up shit you got going on to lie about your whole identity and pretend to be your twin brother that you treat like shit?"

"ion know ask him."

You said it outloud.... again. "Oh shit my bad. But I will actually."

"what? No don't-"

"no gray this shit is crazy. YOU GOT SHOT! I'm not gonna let him get away with that shit gray! Now go to bed."

He sighs and closes his eyes.

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Next morning comes around. You wake up early to make grays' breakfast. A protein shake with some greek yogurt mixed with fruit.

You go back upstairs and he's awake.

"hey boo sorry to keep you waiting. I was making your breakfast. Need help?"

"yeth please."

"okay silly, sit up, legs out, and stand up on three okay? One, two, three...theeeere we go."

You walk over to the bathroom. Brush his teeth, wash his face and...help him pee.

"okay so how do you wanna do this gray?"

"umm you could hold it? If you wanna."

"seriously grayson. But that's like-"

"look your gonna have to bathe me at one point within these three weeks so like might as well get used to it."

"mm true, gosh okay."

You pull his pants down quickly trying to get this over with as soon as possible.

"okay so do I just like h-hold it or something? Or like do I just let it hang there?"

"no no you got to hold it bro otherwise I'll piss on myself then you have to change my pants and my underwear and wipe my legs down."

"ewww... Okay okay I guess this is better. Um sorry if my hands are cold."

"your all good."

"speaking of shower, let's just get that out the way because you haven't showered in a brick."

He sighs "alright"

You help him get his clothes off and turn on the shower.

"alright hop in big dic- oop- I mean big head." You giggle to yourself.

"ouu ok baby, oh and just for pure curiosity, which head?"

You slowly turn to him. "The one that made you think of that dumbass question, goofy get in, naughty ass."

"okay! Okay! Shit you the naughty one." Said with a smirk followed by a failed and painful attempt to slap your ass.

"ow! Ow! Fuck my shoulder!"

"and that's what ya get, hop in." You say giving him a pinch on the ass.

"what a nice butt, good for you!"

"thank you queen." He smiles

"your welcome king." And proceed to bathe him

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A couple hours later you left Grayson at home with him and a tv and left out all the snacks on the counter at a reachable level, whole you went out and....handle some business.

On the phone: "hey, meet me at the bleachers okay I need to talk to you about something."

"uh yea sure I'll be there."

A couple hours later, your sitting on the bleachers with the cold New Jersey air, causing your nose to become ice cold.

"hey." You jumped.

"oh shit! Oh hey sorry you scared me."

"ha, yea um sorry about that, so what did you wanna talk about?"

Now to most that seems like a very obvious question, it'd go something like 'hey why the fuck did you lie about your identity and completely drop your twin fucking brother'. Right? No.

The problem is you and Ethan have history, which also adds to the reason why your a lot closer to gray than Ethan and was like the breaking point of Ethan and Grayson relationship.

Basically in freshman year of highschool you and Ethan....dated?? Well no you did date but...it was shorted lived because he decided to cheat...on you. Crazy right? I know. And you'll never guess who he cheated on you with.....Claire!!! Isn't that amazing, what a coincidence.

So the day you found out was kinda intense.....

"What is wrong with you!"

"Why would you do that to her!"

"As long as we've know her!"

"Huh Ethan! What's the matter with you! Who raised you! It wasn't ma! I most definitely wasn't dad!"

Grayson being the lovely, kind, understanding soul that he is decided to give Ethan a piece of his mind after consoling you in the living room.

"Jesus Grayson! It wasn't even that bad!"

With his hands on his hips, mouth ajar and eyes bugging out of his head.

"you've gotta be shitting me. You made out with the bitch ON SNAPCHAT! THEY GOT YOU IN 4K BRO! What do you mean it isn't that bad!"

"look why does it bother you so much? Like it's not your relationship. It's mine."

"Because your my brother and I love you and I love her to, I want her to be loved and appreciated the way she deserves, and I expected better from you, I never thought, my brother, a fucking scumbag of a man. Had the audacity to cheat on his girl. I guess I stand fucking corrected."

They sit in silence for a while. Your in the living room nervous because you've seen them fight of course but, never this heated.

"well if you love so damn much you be with her, I don't fucking want her if there's gonna be this much drama."

Time for you to get angry.

"First of all motherfucker you cheated! Don't you fucking switch this around on me."

Grayson stands in front of you, tear filling your eyes by the gallons.

"I fuckin loved you....so much, so hard...I did. And this what you fucking do...this the last time I love someone as much as I loved you."

And with that you stormed out. Grayson followed disgusted with his brother.

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"....so what did you wanna talk about."

You snap back into reality.

"umm well one your fucking brother was shot!"

He jumps back. "What?! Was he really? When by who?"

"a few days ago. most likely by a guy named oscar...who shot him because apparently, Grayson 'sober4L' Dolan™, stole weed from him. Now the only people in this damn highschool that smoke are those rich ass kids you hang out with, and gray got a phone call about this whole situation and claimed that if he didn't get his money or the weed back, he was gonna shoot up him and take his lil girlfriend, 'the one with the braids'."

He rocks back and forth anxiously, knowing he was caught.

"and of course the only girl he's around with braids is me."

"okay look i-"

"Aht aht wait, I'm not done."

"because at the same time grayson was on the phone I had and interaction with the lovely ms.claire. She claimed I was 'fucking her boyfriend' and I asked who and she said 'grayson the one who stole weed for me'."

He puts his head in his hands.

"so now I'm looking at her like she dumb because we both know Grayson dosent smoke, so a couple hours later I ask grayson about the situation and then he tells me about the phone call, so we put two and two together."

"so gray got a call from someone claiming he stole thier weed, claire your lovely girlfriend enlightened me on the fact that I was sleeping with her boyfriend, who stole weed for her. Knowing Grayson is neither dating her or smokes. So who on earth, could have Grayson's number, steal Grayson name and identity and create a whole new fucking life. Oh hmm let's start with the fuck-amato who made the fuck sure no one knew he was a twin and also dates the girl that my ex boyfriend cheated on me with...who just so happens to be the fucking twin. what do you have to say for yourself?"

There is a pause between you and him.

"umm....I'm sorry."

"y-your sorry....SORRY YA BROTHER GOT SHOT AND ITS ALL YOUR- you know what here what we're gonna do."

You pull out your phone and you had saved daemin's number.

"you are gonna call oscar and tell him the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth, and tell him you'll get his lil cousin his money back okay?" Because if not I will..."

"okay, okay, call him."

You call and the phone starts ringing. He picks up.

"hello?"

"hey daemin I have the actual guy you wanted to shoot at and damn near kill"

"word? Who is it then?"

"his twin brother."

"ohhhh shit. Aw damn aye is gray good man I feel like shit he didn't deserve this."

"he's fine but his brother ethan, on the other hand is the guy you should've got, but look since I don't want both of them shot the fuck up he is gonna over there and hand you the money okay?"

"shit alright"

You end the phone call and he sends you the address.

"alright let's go."

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You and Ethan pull up to daemin's house.

"look when we get in here don't say shit give him the fckn money and don't say shit."

"alright alright"

You walk towards the door and knock on it. It's opens and there stands a guy around Ethan's height.

"um hi are you daemin?"

"yea that me, you got my money?"

"oh yea we do, Ethan give it to him"

He pulls 85 dollars out of his pocket

"here you go man, um sorry for-"

The door slammed in our faces.

"umm I guess that it-"

"how's Graysons shoulder?"

"oh it's good it's getting better I gotta get back to him though, he can't do everything by himself."

"alright cool I just wanted to make sure, does he need anything like I got bandages and a first aid."

"oh no no its fine my mom's a nurse I got all the stuff I need thank you though."

"alright bye drive safe"

"okay thank you!"

You and Ethan get back to the car.

Ethan turns to you. "Um he's nicer than expected."

"yea...um okay, I'm gonna take you back home. "

"yup okay sounds cool. "

The drive to Ethan's was awkward and quiet. He still stayed at him and Graysons childhood home. You haven't been there in years.

"well here we are. God it still looks the same."

"yea hasn't changed since the last time you've been here."

You turn to look at him.

"alrighty well- mphm"

Ethan kisses you holding the side of your face.

"I miss you. I do. I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you. You didn't deserve that, I took you for granted. Please give me another chance."

Your in shock to say the least. Staring at him in disbelief.

"...no Ethan."

"what? What do you mean?!"

"I mean no, I'm not going to go back to you I don't feel that way about you. And honestly once a cheater always a cheater, I just can't give myself back to the same person that changed me emotionally, to where it's hard for me to love people as much as I used to. Like what you do if I cheated on you, would you come back to me? And be honest with yourself."

He moves his hand.

"...no"

"exactly...so don't expect me to be the same. Goodbye Ethan."

He gets out and goes inside and you drive back to your place.

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You come back home Grayson in the living room, on the couch.

You sit next to him and talk to him about what happened, he was worried and frustrated at first with the fact that you went but understood it was your life at risk to. A couple of weeks pass, Graysons wound is fixed and you guys are let out for winter break.

Spending time with Grayson made you realize, what you deserved in a relationship, the love, appreciation, affection, loyalty. All of it, you deserved it.

And you got it, you and Graysons infatuation with one another, grew bigger and bigger over winter break. The Christmas vibes, sleeping in onesies and making cookies. Making love next to the fire place, trails of kisses going down both his and your body.

Afterwords..."hey Grayson? Can I ask you something."

"of course beautiful what is it?"

"how would you feel if we went back to school, ya know together?"

"when were we going separately?"

"nooo silly like together, a thing, an "item". We go back in a relationship. If that's something you want?"

"Are fucking joking! Of course I would baby. God, I've been waiting." And with that you finally found the love of your life, whom which in the future you had your two twin daughters with. Inez and Felicity.

You've never been so content.

#gray #grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #grayson #love story #ethan dolan #bw #dolan twins

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Leverage 01:02 The Homecoming Job

Before I even start, lemme just say: I’m a little apprehensive about this. I know there’s good stuff in it because, well, it’s the first standard formula episode so we get to see how things go for the first time when everybody is working together for reals and not spending as much time trying to figure out what that looks like. But at the same time, well....... do I really wanna spend an hour watching them take on the evilprivate contractor bad guys in order to save the REAL MILITARY HEROES? Ehhhhhhhh idk, let’s find out.

So the impllication of the opening scenes is a) Nate and Hardison have been working together to find jobs while the rest of the crew just..... goes off and does their thing. I like this cause Hardison was clearly the one most jazzed about working together at the end of 01.01, so it ties that together b) To me this also helps explain why Nate and Hardison are the ones who set things up in Season 5, they already have this sort of system down together to put things in motion. Plus Hardison has to be around to create the home base cause that’s his thing cause he’s a Cancer. c) The client “found him on the internet???” What does this MEAN how did this HAPPEN? I’m SO CURIOUS. I’ve seen a great post suggesting Hardison makes EXTREMELY MICRO TARGETED ads and I think that’s a pretty fantastic theory. d) Anyway I just think it’s really cute that Nate and Hardison are often doing the behind the scenes work tomorrow and I think that particular relationship gets overlooked a lot.

My wife points out the excellent dynamic of the rehab nurse trying to be a grownup and explain things vs “I’m a Mastermind and I got this but also I am so hungover idek what you’re saying.”

AH! It’s the first “very distinctive sound!”

Does Nate legit have a thing about shrimp? Is that what he used to mess up the guy’s jacket?

HI HELLO YES I AM LINGUIST AND I HAVE TWO THINGS TO SAY 1. Idk why Parker can supposedly read IPA but I love the possibilities?? Speech therapy? Stealing the Rosetta Stone? 2. If anyone’s curious about the accuracy, YES that is a real IPA chart and YES those are real phoneme symbols but NO theyy absolutely do not mean what phoneme chart real symbols not whart shes saying y can parker read ipa?

lol so far we’re two for two in “episodes that include a cutaway just as somebody’s about to say FUCK”

OMG First “very distinctive” AND the first time Eliot body slams somebody out of nowhere.

Look I know this follows TV rules but legit Nate may have just done his first murder with that defibrilator. But also I think this is where he’s really won Eliot over finally, Eliot’s just like “that’s fucked up, I’m reluctantly impressed.”

I don’t understand the argument after that scene -- they’re mad bc the kid couldve got hurt? but they saved him, and he woulda got REAL hurt if they hadnt’ been involved, right? it didn’t happen CAUSE of them. Are they just upset cause there was FIGHTING? IN which case wtf did thye think eliot was there for? I get why the writers WANTED to have an argument here but..... I’m not sure it was well set up.

I love the thing where nate pours a drink but then drinks from the bottle, it happens a few times i think?

lol usually my question is wtf is that accent SOPHIE is doing, but NATE has this one partiular accent/voice/THING he does when he’s acting a sleazy muckymuck, and SERIOUSLY WTF is it supposed to be?

I like the part where eliot and hardison are just genuinely having a good time together fucking w the guy’s house. like, the banter is great but it’s nice to see them just genuinely getting along too.

LOVE that the popcorn seems to be a running thing too -- first eliot made popcorn for the first briefing, now nate brings popcorn to watch parker steal a law. It’s just, like, they’re all into the “also have FUN” aspect and that makes it more fun for US too.

Okay the “buy a senator” speech plus the “turning the government into a money laundering scam” thing does kinda make up for the pro military stuff. KINDA.

i’m watching this episode with my brand new tiny puppy and she doesn’t give a shit about the explosions and yelling but she gets startled when i laugh.

i like everything about the scam itself except the stupid fucking optical illusion thing? is it supposed to be a callback to finding out hardison is an artist, is that what? tbh one of the least believable moments to me.

“Corporal. Thank YOU.” FUcking gag me. That’d be terrible even if the client WASN’T a sleazebag. And by the way if I haven’t mentioned it: THE CLIENT IS SUCH A SLEAZEBAG.

Oh that goddamn tesla lmao. and parker at the end idk what she’s doing and i don’t think she does either but it’s cute and one more little hint that actually she’s kind of the main character.

i miss how in the early seasons they did that cw thing where they play sad indie artists at the end? It only happens like two or three times but it’s cute.

#leverage #leverage liveblog #sam watches leverage #the homecoming job

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“Camp Cretaceous” Season 2 Review

As the title says, this is what this post is gonna be about xD. And, unless I’m very stupid (which is entirely possible), but the whole “Under the Cut” option for spoilers no longer seems to exist. Sooo....

SPOILER ALERT!!! For this whole post, just in case.

Alright, first off, I just wanna say this show has surprised me, yet again. I was concerned that this season was going to feel very rushed and turn out disappointing since the date for it was so soon after season 1. Because as I’ve probably said in my last review of this show...usually, when things get a date that soon after the first season/movie/book/whatever, they don’t turn out quite well, most of the time. So yeah, the date for this 2nd season did make me feel really skeptical. However! I binged it, today, and was genuinely surprised that it turned out to be just as good as the first season! Maybe even better!

I’ll try not to make this review as long as my last one ^^;.

Anyway, first off (again, but for realz or whatever), I knew that Ben was going to come back. I noticed the twitch in his fingers at the very end of season 1. So I saw that coming. What I didn’t see coming was his kinda sudden character development (if that’s what it’s called...I dunno, I’m no expert on the whole character development thing ^^;). He went from a very skittish boy to like, Tarzan. Lol! He grew a pair, and I’m a little proud of him xD. Then again, I guess that’s what being alone and surviving like that with lack of sleep will do to you. I also loved how big and powerful Bumpy grew up to be! And protective! I mean, of course, she kinda did imprint on the boy (or is it the other way around?), just as how Blue was protective of Owen. I just love those sort of bonds in wild animals and humans that they share (I’m being a nerd, please ignore me xD).

Oh! Blue! I love that they gave her a bit more screen-time! Just like the first season, her screen-time only lasted about a second...but she had more scene cuts like that than she did in the first season! I kinda hope she’ll make more of an appearance in season 3 (yes, I read that apparently, season 3 is probably a strong possibility), and if she does, I hope she’ll actually have a full scene with her in the spotlight, if that makes any sense. She is just like, my top most favorite character in the Jurassic World movies (with Rexy coming in second).

Speaking of Rexy, our old girl is as badass as frickin’ always! Her roars will forever give me the chills (I’m still so happy that they kept all the dinosaur sounds from all the movies. I find it interesting that she had pretty much made Main Street her little home. I was confused about her making a nest, though. Like, she an old lady, why does she need a nest xD? On a different note, maybe I just didn’t see them...but, I noticed that she did not have her scars. That confused me because since I didn’t see any of her scars, I wasn’t sure if it was actually her...or, if there has actually been a 2nd T-Rex on the island that nobody knew about (that’s unlikely, though). But she’s supposed to have scars, people! She’s a fighter, and has been in some tough battles! Lol!

I liked that the people who made this show brought back Toro. Even for only two scenes, and Ben had gone up against her in his story of what had happened after the end of the first season. The Ceratosaur making an appearance did kinda surprise me, as the last time I saw that dinosaur, she was in the 3rd Jurassic Park movie (please don’t at me about that, I grew up with all 3 of those movies). I mean, I saw her in the season 2 trailer, but honestly, she had such a small clip in said trailer that I forgot about her ^^;. Even in this show, she didn’t really make too much of an appearance as I had thought she would.

The Baryonyxes. This trio were very interesting antagonists! I actually liked them, a lot! And I’m not really much of a Baryonyx fan (probably because growing up, I never really paid it too much mind as I did Velociraptors and Tyrannosaurs. I only remember seeing 1 Baryonyx in the Jurassic World movies, but she only got a little bit of screen-time. Now that I think about it...it might’ve been the two siblings in “Fallen Kingdom...because I think one of them died when the volcano exploded, and the other one was carried onto one of those ships. I could be totally wrong, though...but after watching this season, it would kinda make sense and an interesting theory. Anyway, I went off-track, there. Main point being: Baryonyx, very interesting antagonist, actually terrifying. I was not expecting them to sound like that, either. Maybe I’m just crazy, but they sounded just a little bit like the Indominous! Maybe....

I was not expecting poachers to be in this show, at all. I’m actually very against poachers...I feel like they’re the reason some certain animals are going extinct. But anyway, that was an interesting reveal! I was suspicious of them from the get-go, but I honestly thought that they would turn out to be working for Manticore. The show did a good job on making me constantly second-guess this couple! I never liked them, to begin with, simply because I felt something off about them...but they were just horrible people! The woman, I forget her name, was the worst of the two, or so she turned out. She seemed to be the one actually in charge of things. Lemme tell you, when she killed one of the Baryonyxes, I literally had a “uhhhmmm” moment because I just knew that her actions were going to come around right back to her...literally. My heart actually went out to the other two Baryonyxes because it was just...a bit of a roller-coaster of emotions, there! The woman later on left her husband for dead (now, that’s just a douche move). But ya know...what goes around comes around! So, I wasn’t shocked when the two Baryonyxes made their way onto her boat.

Yeah.... Karma is a bitch.

What I really liked about this season was that it threw in so many elements of the first Jurassic Park movie. I loved that! I haven’t seen the movie in a really long time, so those elements in this season was a nice quick nostalgia ride for me. Raptors in the kitchen (though, in the show’s case, Baryonyx in the lab), the watering hole (I think that was in the first movie, but I could be very wrong), Rexy with the flipped over Jurassic Park (World) vehicle...all of it was amazing to see!

I talked a lot about the dinosaurs, sorry ^^;!

The kids were great, of course. Honestly, I feel like there isn’t too much to say about the humans, this season. The kids get along, well, and prove to be a great team, Kenji is...well, Kenji xD, and like I said, Ben coming back was expected but still great to watch. One thing I also liked was that the kids realized and pretty much implied about what had happened to the Indominous.

To close this review off, I have just one question in mind about something that has me totally thrown off and kinda desperate for answers.... What in the hell is in that locked room in the lab?!?! What was cooked up that the show is so implying to be incredibly scary and dangerous?! Is it another I-Rex or is it a I-Raptor or a half-dino, half-human creature?! What?! Dr. Wu?! Explain, please!

Ok, I’m done with my confused ranting xD.

That is my review for season 2 of “Camp Cretaceous”! I am curious to see what season 3 will bring and what the kids will do, now, since they’ve decided to no longer wait for people to come rescue them. I’m also curious to see what sort of dinosaurs season 3 will bring. That is all if season 3 does get decided to become a thing.

Until next time! Later!

#Mika squawks #Life of Mika #review #tv show review #jurassic park #jurassic world #camp cretaceous #dinosaurs

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Dreams of Indigo (ch.5)

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Non Binary Reader (can be read as Male Reader)

Word Count: 964

Warnings: Use of He/They pronouns, lots of swearing, mentions of past bullying, angst? transphobia mention cursing, arguments between friends NOT PROOFREAD SO LEMME KNOW ANY GLARING MISTAKES PLEASE

Storyline: Reader is a teenage vigilante basically. Unlike the main characters Y/N doesn’t attend UA and somehow seems to keep finding themself in the company of the LOV but they’re not a villain. Call him a vigilante or an anti-hero whatever, just don’t call them a villain.

A/N: I wrote this weeks ago believe me but I hadn’t thought of the OCs yet so everything was written except for names. Now that it’s flushed out I can finally release this chapter and the one coming about the OCs. I hope you enjoy. Comments and suggestions appreciated!!

Shoot me any questions, my inbox is open to anything but requests as of now. This is cross posted on wattpad (@that-bi-bitch-writes) and Quotev (@DumbEnbyJuice)

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Chapter Five: Back to the main story

Okay you definitely underestimated the amount of strength required to be the talk of the town despite feeling like no one wanted to talk to you. Funnily enough the solution kind of just fell into your lap. Well it wasn’t technically a solution but it did make life easier for you so who are you to argue. All you could do was brace yourself from inevitable rejection from the student body while clinging on to the small bit of hope that you wouldn’t have to spread a rumor to get some semblance of social life back. Chances are, that wouldn’t exactly end well

“Hello LGBTQ community” you teased

“Get fucked” Fumiko responded

“Are you offering sweetheart? I thought I was too masc for you, lady lover”

Somehow everyone in your friend group really had been a member of the LGBTQ+ community so you fit in well and very easily You’d hoped that since they knew what it was like to be outcasts or fear rejection that when it came down to it they’d be right there with you. And deep down you knew they would. Not just because they’d experienced it but also because you knew your friends and the type of people they really were. Though they know you often let your negative thoughts , if they stuck around, they’d probably give you hell for ever doubting them.

“So, what now” Akira asked

“That’s my question” you quipped

“Are you gonna use your little rumor power on us?” Akihiro asked

“No, are you planning on doing something to make me use it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous-” Fumiko started

“Better question, have you used it on us?” Akihiro interrupted

your breath hitched after that question. without thinking, without breathing, you opened your mouth and words flooded out

“What would I have used it for? Huh? I’ve given you guys just as much as I take. Unless you think I brainwashed you into being my friends. Is that who you think I am? Do you think that little of me that the only way we could’ve been friends is if I brainwashed you?

Taking a deep breath, fighting back tears of sadness, grief, frustration, rage. You continued

“If you said this to be funny, or even if you’re genuinely curious this was not the time to ask it. I know I made a mistake by not telling you guys exactly what my quirk was, but I did tell you the story of me enduring years of bullying for being quirkless. I told you how people turned on me and my family and you decided now was the time to joke about the terms of our friendship? That's really fucked up and low Fukuhara-kun.

Appetite spoiled, you turned back to head to class. You were gonna be early, but your next class was music and the one class you didn’t share with any of them.

“ I came here to make sure you guys were still my friends after the whole assembly. I was nervous, and it was fucked up for me to take away someone’s autonomy but can you see why I felt like I had to protect myself against yet another reason someone would hate my mere existence? I’m not saying I’m a superhero for ending transphobia at the school but god I didn’t think I’d get treated like a villain by members of the LGBTQ+ community much less my own friends.

you paused, letting the hurt tone in your voice sink in.

“I gotta go”

As you fled the roof you kind of bumped into the cute purple haired kid who looked at you as if you shared a deep secret. There was a hint of nervousness in his eyes but a defeat you , recognized in yourself. It kind of made you feel vulnerable but acknowledged and the warm feeling his gaze sparked was what told you that you could make it through the day.

3rd POV

“That was a pretty low blow Akihiro” Akira said pointedly

“Why didn’t anybody say anything? You guys know I speak out of my ass when nervous and you know I didn’t mean any harm”

“Because he was right” Fumiko spoke up simultaneously surprising everyone and no one “you spoke out of your ass and it was insulting and he had every right to feel hurt. People aren’t obligated to open up and tell you everything about themselves because you ask. They told us why they were a little insecure about their quirk and their history with disastrous friendships. It wasn’t right of them to brainwash the entire school, but if you could ensure your safety and the safety of others with one simple phrase, would you not do it? Would you not fight to protect yourself?”

“He totally overexaggerated though” Akihiro spoke up

“Maybe. But anger and insecurities make a dangerous combo. I’m sure they’ll return to apologize but we need to make it clear we’re here for them. And probably apologize first. While we were in our rights to ask whether or not they’d used their quirk on us, we could’ve been more sensitive. Especially since this is our first time seeing them since they got detention. It should’ve been a celebration”

“And we made it into an interrogation” Akira finished

“ why do you always gotta be so smart with words?”

“Why do you always have to be so careless with them ass mouth”

“I really missed y/n” akihiro admitted

“Me too” the other two chorused

#dreams of indigo #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso x nonbinary reader #bnha x nonbinary reader #nonbinary reader #masc reader #trans masc reader #male reader #kind of #x reader #cursing tw #tw cursing #shinso x reader

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the-elusive-libbin · 3 years

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Aight I’m cautiously optimistic about matchups but also really curious so let’s give it a try.

Personality is like, a ball of anxiety? I’m very quiet until I get to know people or the conversation is about something I enjoy, otherwise I just tense up or stumble over words. CANNOT handle pressure or conflict, like at all. But I try to be a good listener, keep things amicable with people.

Hobbies? Idfk. Like, video games and internet?? XD

Kink wise? Oh gosh. Practically anything with stomach noises will interest me. Though I’d say I’m more partial to hunger I think.

I really hope I can get this at least slightly accurate. From the information that you’ve provided I was able to make a guestimate, whether this is ideal or not is up to you ^_^ Here we go ~ Based on what you’ve told me, your pairing is:

Caspar Von Bergliez I pair you with the hyperactive, extrovert that is Caspar. Titular in height only,this boi has a big heart and an overwhelming personality. He really does care for his comrades and would do all the talking for you. Shy? Not a problem because Caspar is gonna talk your ear off so that you don’t have to. He’ll try his best to pull you out of your shell and if he laughs over your stumbling over words? Don’t take it to heart. He finds it funny, if not cute and his laugh is not a mocking one. Don’t get me wrong, he’s an idiot at times but that doesn’t mean he wont be aware of your feelings and therefore wouldn’t force you to take part in things that you wouldn’t want to do. He’d just smile “Oh? No problem. Then maybe next time?” You don’t like conflict but this bundle does, specifically on the battlefield and despite his size he will stick up for you as his S/O no matter what. Oh he’d win of course because that, in his mind, is his duty. Protect those you care about. You’re a good listener and that’s fantastic because this dude talks a whole bunch, unless his mouth is stuffed full of food of course. Speaking of food, Caspar loves to eat....a lot! He is always thinking about food so you can bet his stomach will be moaning hungrily a lot of the time. When he’s genuinely hungry, thinking about food, looking at food even when sated and of course for no reason at all will his stomach randomly make noises. He’s always fighting and so needs to keep up his strength and muscle mass with tons of energy foods. A messy eater sure but a healthy one at that! He’s pretty much accepting of kinks and although he would prefer to have you stuff him, he’d tease you by complaining when starved. I hope this was okay, the more info I get, the better I may be able to mach but then I am new to this too. Lemme know what you think and whether it’s accurate in your eyes or not <3

#F/ETHmatchups #C/aspar #asks #belly kink #matchups

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hockeytrashgoblin · 4 years

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Ice Cold ~Part 9

A/N: Hi yall soooooI really messed up the timeline and hand to go through back to this point to fix it. I have it all right now I think. If I’ve fucked up somewhere lemme know and I’ll fix it! But now prepared to be bombarded because I have many parts ready to go right now lol Enjoy!

It was around 5pm when I got out of the uber at the end of the really long driveway to Morgan's. I had called Amy earlier and told her most of what happened last night. I left out the part about Auston sucking blood and I didn't tell her it was him but everything else I did. She agreed to let me stay home and do it herself as long as I wrote the transcripts for Peter's interview from yesterday. I told her I would and was on my way.

About halfway up the big hill there was a woman waiting there. She was striking. She had beautiful pale skin, blue eyes and dark curly hair. I recognized her immediately from the pictures in Morgan's office as well as her being a figure skater I admired as a kid.

"You must be (y/n)."

"Um yes."

"Morgan told me to expect you. I'm Tessa."

"I know I used to watch you skate when I was younger. It's really nice to meet you."

"That's sweet. Would you like to come inside?"

"Yes please." We started the rest of the way to the house. "So if Morgan told you did he tell everyone else?"

"No of course not. Morgan doesn't like metaling with the future. No one will know until you don't show up at the arena and by then it will be too late for them to stop you. They're going to Ottawa right from the arena tonight except poor, sick Auston so they really couldn't stop you if they wanted to."

"Okay good. None of them want me here. Mitch yelled at me this morning after reading my mind so it pissed off Kappy and Will too. I just need to fix this, ya know?"

"What if you can't?" She wasn't asking to be mean. I could tell she was genuinely curious.

"Tessa I have to. These boys all love each other. They're family. I can't keep ripping them apart. I'm going to talk to Auston while I'm safe and he can't get me."

"He is very weak. Morgan injected him with vervain before he left so that you'd be as safe as possible." I nodded as she told me.

"As long as I don't die I'm good."

"You absolutely will not die. I can promise you that." She said opening the front door for me. She lead the way down into the basement as she sing-songed, "Visitor Auston."

"I don't want her here."

"That's nice. Anyway (y/n), I'll be upstairs. I'm making some food so just come get some when you're ready."

"Thanks." I smiled at her as she started walking away.

The basement was dirt floored but I didn't particularly care. I put my backpack down and sat beside it with my back against the wall facing Auston.

"Uh oh, the princess is going to get her clothes dirty."

"I'm not a dainty little princess Auston."

"Yeah sure whatever."

"Listen Auston I'll eat a cricket right fucking now. I was in scouting for years, you think I give a rats ass about having dirt on my jeans?"

"Guess not." We were quiet for a little while before he spoke up again. "Why are you here?"

"I want us to get along. Or at least tolerate each other."

"Did the boys put you up to this?" I snorted at that.

"As if. They all yelled at me for even thinking about coming to talk to you."

"Then why are you here?"

"They're not the boss of me and they're travelling tonight so they can't stop me."

"That's brave, I'll give you that. So what were you so desperate to talk to me about?"

"Well first of all you have to teach me how to hide my thoughts from Mitch but more importantly what the actual fuck was that last night?"

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Fine then. Let me know when you do."

I pulled my phone out of my bag and saw a message from William.

W: You really are a brat you know.

Me: yes.

W: are you at least being careful?

Me: baby relax. I'm completely okay. Tessa is here, Auston is locked up. I have to do this. Please trust me.

There was a lot of typing and erasing but finally he sent another message.

W: I do trust you. I just want you safe. I understand what you're trying to accomplish, I just don't know if it's going to work. I have to go now but I will be checking in on you often. I love you.

Me: love you too. Have a good game!

I closed out of text messages and opened the audio file Amy sent. I started transcribing and Auston just sat there looking grumpy. Once I was done I looked back up at him.

"You look fucking miserable."

"I am fucking miserable no thanks to you."

"It's not my fault you're in there. You broke rules I've been told."

"Damn they're really fucking telling you everything."

"I'm going to be one of you some day. Morgan thinks it's important that I know."

"God an eternity with you?" He asked frustrated.

"Look Auston you don't know a fucking thing about me. I don't know how you'd know exactly how bad an eternity with me around would be. You're the only one with a fucking problem."

"That's what's pissing me off! No one else has any fucking problems about sharing all our secrets with someone who works for the media!"

"Auston I have known for three days now. I've been around journalists two out of three of them. Don't you think if I wanted everyone in the world to know about it I'd have told by now? I'll never tell a secret that isn't mine to share. Unless I get specific permission from the person whose secret it is, I'm not saying a word."

"Mhm sure."

"What happened to you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Morgan said you and Kappy had some bad experiences but he wouldn't tell me because they're your stories."

"That's the worst thing that ever happened to me. Why would I tell you?"

"We could trade. I'll tell you the worst thing that ever happened to me?" He was quiet for a really long time and I thought that was going to be the end of the conversation. I was playing on my phone when he spoke up again.

"Fine. Let's trade the worst stories of our lives. You're going first though."

"Why me?"

"So that I know you're not tricking me."

"And what if you're tricking me?"

"I won't."

"I don't believe you but what I do know is that I've got a few days and the 10 hour version of the gummy bear song ready to go. I'll get you talking."

"Whatever, just start."

"Alright fine. 2 years ago I was in a really bad relationship-"

"Fucking that's it? Your worst moment is a relationship?" He asked in disgust.

"No. Let me tell my fucking story." I snapped. He stayed quiet so I continued. "He was a drunk, drug addict. Very abusive. Hit me all the time. One time he threw me down a flight of stairs because I refused to snort coke a random person offered. He broke my wrist and ribs that night."

"That sounds bad."

"It was. But that's the tame part of the story."

"Cocaine and broken bones is the tame part?"

"Absolutely."

"What happened next?" He asked trying to be nonchalant about it. It didn't reach his eyes though, they showed a bit of concern.

"I broke up with him. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't allowed to watch hockey anymore and even worse, baseball! Dude took away my favourite thing because I was 'looking at other men'. It was lame. I couldn't talk to my dad for the same reason."

"But he's your father?"

"Yes but he was a man. Anyone with a dick this dude saw as a threat. Even strangers on TV and family."

"That's messed up."

"You think that's messed up? Just wait." I resituated myself and cleared my throat. "So I dump him. He leaves to my complete surprise. I stopped leaving my house because he was always outside. About a week later I wake up to my door being busted open. In he comes to my bedroom. Without going into too much detail, he raped me just to prove he could. I was his and always would be. I kept screaming so he started strangling me. I completely blacked out. When I came to, he was gone."

"(Y/n) I'm sorry that's really awful." He said softly.

"To be honest with you that's the only reason the boys knew about what happened last night. I was in shock. You brought me right back to the absolute helpless, gut wrenching feeling that I was going to be strangled to death and I would never be able to stop it from happening. But worse this time because literally nothing I could do to you would've stopped you." I wiped a tear from my cheek and laughed. "Sorry I'm being a weak little bitch right now."

"You're not. You're not weak. I'm so sorry I made you feel like that. It wasn't my intention."

"It's whatever Auston. Tell me your story now."

"Mine seems kind of mild now.."

"I don't care, tell me."

"Fine." He grumbled looking at the floor. "When I was first turned it was by this really beautiful girl. Prettiest I'd ever seen. I was 17 and fell in love with her fast. It was a different time back then and we got married."

"What was her name?" He gave me a hard stare but told me anyway.

"Lillian. I called her Lily. She had the prettiest long black curls and the greenest eyes you've ever seen."

"She sounds lovely."

"She was. She didn't feel the same for me though. I was just something for fun, for her to waste a few years on. She did care about me on some level but it wasn't to the extent of my feelings for her. After a while she told me what she was. She'd feed off me all the time. Just a little here and there usually. She had given me some of her blood too every so often."

"Why would she do that?"

"Our blood can fix injuries in humans almost instantly. Don't get any ideas."

"I promise you on William's life I wasn't."

"Anyways one night she was drinking and went too far. I died. But because her blood was in my system from an injury earlier that day I came back as what you see now."

"So that's how it works? Dying with blood in the system?"

"Or by the venom. Apparently the venom hurts but the blood drinking is gross. The best way depends on the person and circumstances."

"Okay. What happened next?"

"Well she panicked. She had never wanted me to become like her. I was naive and thought it was perfect because we could be together forever. She didn't see it that way. We spent a few years together but she was drawing too much attention to herself. She was getting sloppy leaving bodies around, sleeping with other men. My parents questioned me about it and I told them everything like the dumb 20 year old kid I was. They told me they'd handle everything. Boy did they ever." He scoffed.

"What did they do?"

"They told everyone in town about us. About the monsters living among them. Everyone in town was furious at her. Coming into town and turning one of the beloved children into a monster. They burned the only woman I ever loved in front of me."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry Auston."

"It's alright. I'm over her death. I have been for a while. It was the betrayal from my parents and family afterwards that lingers."

"What do you mean?"

"The only reason they let me live was because they all helped raise me. It was a small village. I hadn't caused anyone harm so they kicked me out. Said if I disappeared, I didn't have to die the fiery death she did. So I left. My self preservation instincts are incredibly high so I managed on my own until I found Morgan."

"That's so awful. I'm so sorry Auston. You were alone that whole time?"

"I found companions but I always left after a couple years."

"Did you ever tell anyone else?"

"After all that shit? Absolutely not. I swore to myself that I'd never tell anyone again and I haven't."

"Wow..yeah I guess I can't blame you. That sounds so terrible. I can't even imagine."

"Can you see now why I'm not very trusting?"

"Yes. I get it now. Especially if your survival instincts are so heightened. It makes sense."

"It's nothing personal, I just don't fucking trust anybody that isn't one of us and I don't think I ever will again."

"That's fair. I think you know deep down that I'm not going to say anything though. With both Morgan's word and Mitchy's. I don't care if you'll admit that out loud or not." I got up and brushed off my pants.

"Were are you going?"

"I'm going to get some food. But I'll be back. Don't think you're rid of me yet Matthews." I pointed to him as I walked away making him snort.

"I didn't figure your stubborn ass would give up that easy."

I went up and grabbed some food. I went to the table and called William since I knew he'd be out of the arena by this point. It had been hours since I got here. It rang once before William answered.

"I'm very upset with you."

"I know you are. If it makes you feel any better I think we've made a little bit of progress?"

"Love, I think it's so sweet that you want to try and fix this for everyone but I'm really worried about you being there."

"Tessa is here. Besides I don't want to be at my house alone when no one is here just in case. One weak vampire is still tougher than one Tommy. Even with just Tessa I'd feel safer."

"Baby I'm sorry you don't feel safe. We're going to have a talk about then when I come back okay?"

"Alright that sounds good."

"What have you guys talked about?"

"We traded worse moment in our lives stories. I understand a lot better now why he's so untrusting and nervous about me but I also think he knows deep down that I won't ever put you guys in danger."

"Yes I'm sure he knows that too."

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm on the bus. We left a little while ago so we should be in Ottawa by 3-ish, maybe 4."

"That's good. How was the game?"

"We won 5-3."

"Yay good job baby! Proud of you."

"Thank you (y/n)." I could hear him smile before he yawned. "Darling I think I'm going to go. I need to get some sleep and I'm keeping Mitch awake. Good luck with talking to Auston about what happened last night."

"Oh I'll do it. I have a 10 hour version of the gummy bear song if he doesn't want to talk."

"Auston's gonna wish we actually killed him after that." I heard Mitch say. "Pure torture. She's a genius."

"Apparently you're a genius babe."

"I am yes. Thank you for noticing Mitchy. I'll let you guys go. I love you."

"I love you."

"See you soon."

"Bye darling."

I hung up and looked at the time. It was almost midnight. I decided to go down to the basement and see if I could get him to talk again.

"I thought I'd gotten lucky and you forgot about me." He said sarcastically.

"Not likely Auston. You ready to talk about what the fuck happened last night?"

"Nope."

"Alright." I shrugged at him and turned on the gummy bear song on my bluetooth speaker. I put it super far out of Auston's reach and cranked it.

"I've been tortured before. This isn't going to break me so you might as well just stop."

"Goodnight Auston." I went upstairs to William's room. I hoped he wouldn't mind me sleeping there then I realized how dumb that sounded and just got into bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly with the knowledge that Auston would be completely driven insane by the music in the morning.

#nhl imagine #nhl story #hockey #hockey story #hockey imagines #maple leafs #maple leaf imagine #leafs #william nylander #william nylander x reader #mitch marner #kasperi kapanen #auston matthews #morgan rielly #halloween #vampire

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sheliesshattered · 4 years

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Here are the first few scenes (~2500 words) of the new AU that suddenly grew legs and started going tonight. I’m not sure yet if I’m going to pursue this, or if this is more of an exercise in skimming off the top layer of whatever odd stuff is floating around in my head so that I can get back to working on the stuff I want to work on, but I would be curious to hear reaction to this either way. Tagging a few people who I know follow my Doctor Who writing, but anyone who reads this, feel free to drop a comment and let me know what you think.

Vaguely inspired by this post, fwiw.

Working title is Poltergeists and Real Estate (Do Not Mix) but that may very well change as this grows a plot and becomes less of a crack-fic. Oooor it may end up sitting in my over-populated WIP folder forever, we’ll see.

Thoughts? Lemme know. Tagging a few people, but open to comments from anyone. @praetyger, @megsann13, @claraaoswald, @puddlejumper72-blog-blog, @tounknowndestinations, @chipsandcoffee, @the-chumblies, et al

Poltergeists and Real Estate (Do Not Mix)

There was a certain amount of irony, Clara reflected, that her first reaction was I’m going to kill him.

Her ‘special friend’ had just cost her the sale of her grandmother’s house. Again. As in, not for the first time. This had to be roughly the twelfth adorable little family or nice couple that had stepped inside her ancestral family home only to turn tail and run before she’d even had a chance to tell them about the antique hardwood floors or the fully restored kitchen. At this point, her ‘special friend’ wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore.

The longer the house sat on the market, the fewer calls she was getting to schedule walk-throughs of the property. She was beginning to worry that word of the house’s strangeness was getting around the real estate community. If things kept up at this rate, she was going to be permanently saddled with an inheritance whose tax burden she could barely afford, in the form of a one hundred and thirty year old, gorgeous, sprawling, haunted house.

Clara used her key to let herself in through the front door, grumbling under her breath. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the cabinets in the kitchen began to rattle ominously.

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped, dropping her purse and keys on the small table in the entryway. “It’s just me.”

The door to the upstairs washroom slammed shut.

Clara groaned and buried her face in her hands and counted to ten before looking up again. “Listen, I get that you’re cross with me for bringing people by, but I am beyond livid with you, so let’s skip the part where I yell and you throw things and just agree to be angry with each other in silence, okay?”

The house went quiet in a manner entirely too creepy for her liking. If not for the undercurrent of petulant passive-aggressiveness, she might have actually been scared.

Not that Clara had ever really been scared of the ghost that lived in her grandmother’s house. He had never once made her feel unsafe, not since she’d first seen him as a child. But the sudden silence was still unnerving.

“Well, good,” she said into the preternatural stillness, more to prove to herself that she wasn’t scared than anything else. “It’s nice to actually be able to hear myself think, for once.”

The top step of the staircase creaked once, as if to make a point.

“Still shut up,” she grumbled.

She went about the short list of tasks she’d come to see to, putting away the food she’d set out for the potential home buyers, watering the house plants, closing the curtains, and flicking on a few lamps to make the home look lived-in. Of course, she didn’t envy anyone who tried to break into the house while it sat apparently empty. At some level, a poltergeist was better home protection than a dog ever could be. For the right owner, it might even be a selling point, she mused. Perhaps she ought to rewrite the home listing.

Her chores complete, Clara returned to the foyer to find her purse where she’d left it, but her keys conspicuously missing. She sighed, hands on her hips, and turned towards the cold spot she could feel forming near the foot of the stairs. He was nothing but a faint wispy outline in the light of the setting sun filtering through the stained glass window over the door, but even that outline was familiar enough that she was able to find his eyes and fix him with a displeased glare.

“Where are my keys?” she demanded. She still hadn’t forgiven him for his behaviour earlier, and she was in no mood to play find-the-lost-trinket tonight.

“I didn’t want you to leave before I could apologise,” the ghost said, not quite meeting her gaze. His voice raised gooseflesh along her arms, as it always did, but she much preferred the low rumble of his Scottish brogue to the slamming of doors and rattling of cupboards. Not that she would ever openly admit that to him.

“So apologise and tell me where you’ve hidden my keys!”

“Clara,” he said, and she clenched her teeth against the shivery reaction she always had to the way he said her name, like it had been invented just so he could say it. There were days when she lived for that rush — and many, many more nights, in her love-struck teenaged years — but today was absolutely not one of them.

“...Was there more to that sentence?” she asked when he didn’t go on. “Saying my name doesn’t constitute an apology.”

He glanced up at her, looking more solid as the sunlight waned. “I’m sorry that I upset you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, your intention was to make certain I can’t sell this house, and don’t bother to deny it.”

He chewed his incorporeal lip for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t deny it. I don’t want you to sell the house. But I’m still sorry I upset you.”

Clara sighed. “I have to sell it. You know this. And someday, I’m going to bring by someone too brave or too stupid to fall for all your clattering, and that’ll be that.”

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, his eyes flashing blue in the gathering dusk.

“It’s the reality of the situation,” she said evenly. Another irony not lost on her: arguing the state of reality with a man dead nearly a century. “So you’d best start making peace with that. Now, where are my keys?”

The ghost hesitated. “You don’t have to leave,” he said. “You could stay?”

“I never stay the night in this house. That was your advice to me, more than twenty years ago. No sense in breaking with tradition now.”

“I think maybe I was being overly paranoid at the time.”

“And I think maybe you’re acting like a lonely old man, now,” Clara snarked back.

“Alone in a house that you of all people are dead-set on evicting me from? I can’t imagine why I’d be lonely!”

“Keys, now!” she snapped. “Traffic is already going to be horrendous—”

“All the more reason to stay,” he said petulantly.

“But,” she went on forcefully, speaking over him, “I have tomorrow off of work. If you tell me where my keys are, I’ll come back first thing in the morning. I still need to finish going through all those old boxes in the attic. We can spend the day working on that together, okay?”

“You’re going to drive all the way home only to turn around and come back in the morning? Why not just—”

“Or I could spend the day doing something fun with people my own age, very far away from here. Your choice.”

“Oh, fine,” he said, shoulders sagging. “Your keys are hidden in the parlour, I’ll show you where.”

“Thank you,” she said mildly, and followed him into the parlour.

As promised, Clara arrived back at her grandmother’s house early the next morning, take-away coffee cup in hand. There had been a moment, whilst she stood in the queue to order, when she’d found herself thinking she ought to order two coffees, bring her ghost a peace offering to smooth over their row from the night before. Thankfully she’d realised how ridiculous it sounded before it was her turn to order, but she still felt strangely off balance as she unlocked the door and let herself in, like she had forgotten something important.

“Hey,” she called to the empty house, as soon as the door was closed behind her. “It’s just me, no need to go rattling the hinges on my account.”

He appeared in a shadowy corner of the foyer, smiling at her shyly. “Good morning, Clara. You look lovely today. Have you had a wash?”

She narrowed her gaze at him, trying to ignore the way her heart flipped over at the way he said her name. “Why are you being nice?”

“Because it works on you,” he shrugged nonchalantly. He hesitated, then added, “And because I really am sorry about last night.”

“Well, apology accepted,” Clara said. “And I’m sorry I yelled at you. The process of selling this place has been entirely too stressful, and I’m really starting to worry it won’t happen before the property taxes are due,” she sighed.

He ran a semi-transparent hand through the hair at the back of his head. “Yeah, about that...”

She suppressed a groan. “What did you do?”

“Post came early today,” he said, sounding more apologetic than he had earlier. “I didn’t open it, but one of the envelopes has a rather official looking return address. I left it on the dining room table.”

She dropped her keys and purse on the table by the door and trudged off to the dining room, unable to contain her groan when she saw the envelope in question. Opening it, she found that he was right: property taxes were due in six weeks, the total even higher than she had anticipated. It was more than she made in a month at her teaching job. Even with the small amount she had stashed away in savings, she would hardly be able to pay it and the rent on her flat, and still expect to feed herself.

“What about the rest of your inheritance?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“I put it all into fixing up this place to sell,” she said.

“Which I’ve made impossible,” he murmured.

Clara covered her face with her hands, fighting back tears and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Yes, he was the reason she hadn’t been able to sell the house to any of the dozen or so families who had shown initial interest. But he was also the only one in her life who even knew or cared what she was going through.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she told him honestly, still hiding behind her hands. “If I don’t pay it, they’ll just add late fees on top of that already ridiculously large sum.”

She felt a coldness drift across the back of her hands, felt her hair stir in a non-existent breeze, and wished, not for the first time in her life, that her ‘special friend’ was the sort of friend who could offer a hug when she so desperately needed one.

“I don’t suppose there’s a secret stash of diamonds in the attic?” she asked him, only half joking. “Or a map to buried treasure?”

“Your great-grandmother was a very adventurous woman,” he replied, voice sounding distant and thoughtful. “I don’t know what all is up there, but anything is possible.”

Clara dropped her hands from her face and squared her shoulders, not looking at her ghost until she was certain she wouldn’t spontaneously burst into tears. “Well, let’s hope there’s something up there that will help.”

The attic had never been Clara’s favourite place in her grandmother’s sprawling house, cramped and dusty and full of ancient boxes that gave off a far creepier vibe than the literal ghost had ever managed to do. But on the plus side, it was also windowless, dim enough that he was able to appear to her in a fairly solid state and even move lightweight objects around as though he were a real person existing in the real world.

She had removed all the larger pieces from the attic ages ago, furniture and blanket chests and boxes of old clothes, all sorted through and distributed to extended family or donated to charity, or else restored to the best of Clara’s ability and set out to decorate the house in a manner befitting its age. All that remained were boxes of keepsakes, photographs and journals and old letters, small family things that required far more of her attention.

If not for the threat of the taxes due, it might even have been a pleasant day, sitting together amidst the dust and papers, slowly unveiling the history of her family, layer on layer, like an archaeologist digging through levels of sediment.

“Oh my god, these photos of Mum,” she said, turning the yellowed photo album towards him so he could see them, in all their early 1970s glory. “She must have been, what, about fifteen in these?”

“Her first formal school dance,” he confirmed, leaning in to examine the photos. “With that older boy, what’s-his-name. Your grandfather did not approve.”

Clara snorted. “Can’t really blame him. Look at those side-burns. I’m not sure I would have let her go out with him at all.”

“They had a huge row about it, if I remember correctly. In the end, your grandmother took your mother’s side, and she was allowed to go.”

“Why didn’t you ever appear to any of them?” she asked, flipping through the pages and pausing to linger on what looked to be polaroids of a football game. “You were here all that time, but you never talked to anyone until I came along?”

He shrugged. “You were the only one that was you.”

“Thanks. That clears it right up.”

“It’s the only answer I’ve got,” he objected.

“I scared the daylights out of Mum and Gran when I told them about you, I was probably all of six years old at the time.”

“Five, I think,” he said quietly.

“God, five. I might have a heart attack if my five year old started talking very confidently about her special friend the ghost that lives at grandma’s house. I just assumed they knew about you, too. Why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m not sure I could have talked to them, even if I wanted to. And I never did want to.”

Clara looked up at him, studying his face in the dimness. Without direct sunlight, he looked almost human, almost alive, the blue of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his hair seeming so very real, so very close at hand. He still seemed as ageless to her now as he had when she’d first seen him, more than two decades earlier. Ageless and ancient, wise and funny, solemn and sardonic. She thought perhaps she knew his face better than any other, living or dead.

“But why didn’t you ever want to talk to them?” she pressed.

“Why do you need a key to enter the house?” he asked in response.

She felt her eyebrows come together in consternation. “Because the door is locked.”

“But why that key?”

“Because... that’s the key that fits. That’s the key that goes with that lock.”

He shrugged, most of his attention on turning the page in a journal he’d been perusing. “You are the key that fits. I don’t have a better answer than that.”

#Poltergeists and Real Estate (Do Not Mix)#my writing #Doctor Who fanfic #Clara and the Doctor #Whouffaldi #Clara Oswald #Twelfth Doctor #AUs #I have no idea if this is going to go anywhere or not #and honestly I would really love to get back to #For As Long As We Get #but let me know what you think of this #and maybe it'll actually grow into a full-fledged fic #This Isn't A Ghost Story

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unicyclehippo · 4 years

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just a simple prompt if you want one: beau and jester play a game. interpret however you like!

ok so what follows came abt bc i thought of a joke that made me cackle & i wanted to write it in the context of a story so: ur welcome 🤙🤙

the fancy flop, like all good bars, is small, dimly lit, and grimy. the bar itself is sticky with spilled drinks that have accumulated over time into a thin laquer that coats the dark-red wood and beau’s cloak sticks to it as she leans over it, making sure that the bartender is well and truly busy with another patron down the opposite end to see her making off with a bottle of his best.

she wouldn’t do it ordinarily—and if she had, she wouldn’t’ve set more than the cost of the bottle in its place, as she does now—but she’d spotted the dusty plum purple bottle earlier and couldn’t get it out of her head. kamordah—her family—keep popping up like a cursed copper and beau figures, fuck it, why not face it head on for once?

so yeah. she steals—and then promptly pays for, because the bartender seems like a good enough lady—the bottle and scarpers, out the door and into the street, slipping the bottle into her bag before she catches up to the rest of the nein wandering their weaving way back to their inn.

‘beau!’ fjord greets her, laughing. his cheeks are flushed and his eyes glossy and beau notes, a little fuzzy herself, that his smile seems way more genuine, way bigger too, ever since he stopped fiddling with his tusks. ‘where’d you go?’

‘around,’ she tells him, makes a big show of complaining when he slings his heavy arm around her shoulder and neck and pulls her in. ‘you’re drunk,’

‘we’re all drunk!’ caleb corrects. beau glanced sideways to the faintly smiling clerics, shakes her head. ‘drunk on life, beauregard!’

it’s her imagination, probably, that makes her think jester narrows her eyes. because beau certainly didn’t earn a look like that, didn’t flinch at the sound of her full name.

‘drunk on mead, caleb.’

the man smiles. tilts his head up to the moon. ‘that too, my friend. that too.’

they shepherd everyone back to their rooms, to their beds, and it’s nice how these things go. the shuffle and bump of getting changed, the low murmurs from the washroom as teeth are cleaned, the creak and slow rising snore as friends fall into beds. beau guides a well-toasted nott into the room she shares with caleb, watches him lever up on the mattress when they cross the alarm. she lifts nott, sets her into bed alongside him at the mumbled instruction; beau watches as her friends curl up together without a care to her or what she might see in it, and leaves them be.

stepping out into the darkened hall, she catches a glimpse of a horned head, a flick of a spaded-tail as jester turns the corner, headed down the steps into the common space.

curious, beau follows.

it’s habit to drift toward the shadows, instinctual to tread gently and avoid those places in the floorboards where they bend and bow and creak. even so, she knows she hasn’t managed to hide her approach from jester, because the girl is waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. perhaps a little more hidden than she thought, actually, because it isn’t until beau is a few steps down to where the light of the common room washes pale against the stairs that jester blinks and shakes her head a little and smiles up at her.

‘oh good! i was hoping you’d come.’

‘me?’

‘mhm!’ she holds a hand up to beau, wriggles her fingers invitingly. ‘come on!’

‘where are we going? jes?’ beau asks, but if there is an answer she misses it, mind wiped blank by the feel of jester’s cool fingers twining in hers and the dizzying rush of being yanked forward, all while already the tiniest bit drunk.

they don’t go far.

jester has found, it seems, a mostly hidden table in the inn built into the corner, where support beams stand to block anyone’s view of the table and the roof sits low overhead. it’s close to the kitchen and awfully warm, fires still smouldering away to heat the water in gurgling pipes, and the scent of fresh baked breads travels out on curls of steam. jester slips into the alcove first, pulls on the hand she still hasnt released so that beau slides in beside her on the cushioned bench, not across as she would have done otherwise.

‘nice place you got here.’

jester grins, bats her lashes. ‘i’m good at finding sneaky places.’

‘i know that,’ beau nods. ‘yeah. this,’ she knocks on the wooden post. nods again. ‘solid.’

jester still hasn’t let go of her hand. beau swallows. hopes that her hand doesn’t feel as sweaty as she thinks it does. she always gets alcohol sweats, and with this sauna jester has found, she can feel her whole body prickling with it.

‘why are we - you couldn’t sleep?’

‘i’m not tired yet. and i wasn’t drinking.’

‘milk.’

jester rolls her eyes. muffles a small laugh with a look of exasperation, like she can’t believe she’s laughing at such a bad joke. her fingers slip over beau’s, tangling and slowly slipping away. beau makes an attempt to keep hold before she realises what jester is doing; cheeks flushing, she looks away, stretches her arms out to rest on the tabletop, fingers drumming on the wood, tracing over the slices and crude carvings, fingers swirling over the letters.

‘i wanted to play a game,’ jester tells her, pulling from her bag a deck of cards. it makes beau’s stomach plummet until she realises she doesn’t recognise them: these are not the brightly painted tarot, but considerably smaller and battered.

‘playing cards?’

‘uno!’

beau frowns. ‘the game you wanna play with your dad?’

‘yeah!’

it’s the drink making her bold, or the closeness of jester pressed soft to her side, that makes beau smirk. tilt her head. ‘if i play with you, does that make me your daddy?’

jester smiles back, all sharp teeth and hooded lids. ‘i don’t know, beau, does it?’

beau doesn’t recognise the tone, not from jester anyway, but it sends a bolt of energy lancing through her from the top of her now-prickling scalp to her core.

‘uh.’ she unsticks her tongue from the dry roof of her mouth. ‘um.’

jester giggles. drops her eyes to the deck, quickly splitting it and shuffling. beau is thankful that it gives her a moment to recover herself, swear at herself for losing her senses; beau is not thankful for the way it draws attention to jester’s clever hands, easily breezily moving the cards through a shuffle, a tilted riffle and a cut, before pressing them in a weave and cutting again.

‘holy shit. you’re really good at this.’

‘i like cards,’ jester agrees, nodding, but beau notes that she looks pleased by the compliment.

‘is it a problem that i don’t know how to play this?’

the cards explode out of the riffle, scattering across and beneath the table, a few smacking up into their faces.

‘ow.’

‘oh no, my cards!’

‘it’s fine, it’s fine, lemme—hold on, let me help,’

beau dives out of the nook, scrabbles around for the little cards. she slaps a few handfuls onto the table, ducking under it to find the remaining ones as jester counts. it’s hot, and dark, and jester’s tail snakes out to tap against beau’s arm as she fumbles around.

‘okay down there?’ jester calls.

beau grunts. ‘there’s—ugh—it’s like they washed the whole place with beer.’ her fingers brush against something furry that moves as she yelps, moves back too fast and knocks her head hard on the table above. ‘ow—fuck!’

‘beau!’

‘i’m fin—are you laughing?’ beau slides out from under the table, peeks over to confirm that jester is in fact laughing at her, wounded in the course of finding her fucking cards. ‘wow. real cool,’ she complains, though her hearts not in it, not with the way jester is having to fight to keep from busting a rib, eyes glittering with it. ‘did i get all the damn cards?’

jester counts them quickly. ‘two missing,’ she tells beau, who sighs and crawls beneath the table again, this time pulling down her goggles.

the first she finds under the opposite bench, while the second takes a little looking. it isn’t until jester moves her feet to try and help that beau sees it, the thin card stuck in the floorboards by jester’s feet. she reaches out, knuckles grazing against jester’s stockinged leg, and plucks it up.

‘got ‘em!’

beau climbs up, flops into place beside jester, who takes the cards with a quiet,

‘thank you, beau.’

‘don’t mention it.’ beau rubs at the top of her head. ‘i think i broke it. am i bleeding?’

‘lemme see.’ jester wriggles up onto her knees, bending over beau’s head. she’s of a height where beau has to keep herself very still and maybe close her eyes because jester’s chest is right there—and then her eyes flash open with the feeling of cold lips on hot skin, pressing gently to the bruised spot, and the warm fizzing feeling of magic crawling out from that space. ‘there,’ jester says, sitting again, the green light fading from her eyes. ‘all better.’

beau mumbles something that was hopefully an agreement, and tries to hide behind the cards jester hands her.

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