#or they would finally fucking listen when i say that im broken and that there’s something wrong with me

[lunarw0rks]

laying down in bed with simon after you both finally come home and you start sharing stories and going over stuff that happened back at the base—he’s just quietly listening along until you mention how one of the soldiers purposely played the victim card when they tripped and fell. and simon would start LAUGHING. like not giggling, laughing. and you try to play it cool on the inside but you’re nearly ready to explode with excitement.

you’d be saying something like, ‘im serious simon. he milked the fuck outta that injury, all he did was trip over a dandelion. tell me why i saw him the next day walking into the mess hall with a cast on and crutches?’ and he’d fucking lose his mind

dude. imagine how comfortable he would have to be to LAUGH around someone. not his usual scoff or chuckle, but to genuinely find something hilarious.

you're both exhausted; muscles achy and sore, throats raw and dry, minds foggy and worn. all you desire to do — all you can do, is fall on the bed next to each other.

as always, simon silently nods and listens as you ramble about your eventful day. even if not much happened, he's going to listen. today was a treat, though, if you were to put it lightly.

"kid you not, simon, this rookie is going to drive me up the wall." you clench your fists as you picture the aggravating event. the rookie that had cried wolf, and somehow got away with it.

you've peaked the lieutenant's interest, making him raise a brow. "oh yeah, need me to kick his ass?"

his eagerness makes you scoff playfully. you wish it were that simple. "not that kind of problem," you say, continuing on with the story. "he tripped over a stick. claims he broke his foot — and now he's been cleared for light duties, all while my team and i pick up his slack."

from folded behind his head, his hand shot out to his mouth, failing to conceal the brief cackle you caused him. if there was one thing he had plenty of experience wit, it was pain-in-the-ass recruits. not laughter. that was new.

"a bloody stick?!" he exclaims, shaking his head at the ridiculousness. the silver lining to the bureaucracy, was that you had successfully lightened the damper on his mood. "if you want, love, I can make sure he's actually broken his foot. teach him not to cry wolf?" would he? probably. and honestly, you weren't that opposed. the recruit was a proper prick who hadn't gotten his rude awakening yet.

"this stick," he spoke after a few seconds of gentle chuckles, rolling over to face you. "how big are we talking? me big, or...?"

cheeky bastard.

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[117luv]

THE PARENT TRAP — LHS | CHAPTER 13

synopsis: jungwon and ni-ki met each other at a summer camp and found out they were fraternal twins. this leads to events where the two ex-lovers, heeseung and yn, are reunited after 14 years by their children.

genre: exes to lovers, smau, fluff

pairing: lee heeseung x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, poor attempts in humor, grammatical errors, marriage, pregnancy, parenthood, miscommunication

taglist: CLOSED!

a/n: hi darlings! im back (FINALLY) again apologies for the super late update (a month later DAMN) but now we are finished with the flashback, ne ways enjoy this chap and love ya!! <3

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Her mom was fuming after learning her "perfect daughter" had been ruined by a nobody. She kept telling her to avoid the boy, but now she is going against her by marrying him. She furiously went to their place and asked to talk to both of them. Fortunately, the twins were sleeping with Heeseung's parents that day, or it could have been worse. Yn looked at her mother, filled with anger and resentment. The older woman spoke up, which broke the silence. "Yn. I'm telling you this once, and once only. If you don't divorce him, I will put up the twins for adoption," she said. "You can't just do that, Mom. I'm their mother, and you can't tell me what to do with our children," she said while holding his hands.

She couldn't believe her ears; her daughter is now answering back to her. "I don't care. I will do everything if you don't listen to me. All I asked was for you to date a decent man, but you settle with him instead," she said. She was torn between being with her first love and being with their children. She looked at his face again and told him that everything would be fine. In return, he assured her that whatever choice she made, he would accept it. As she took her breath, she made her final decision.

"Fine. I will divorce him, but we will keep the twins. I will have Jungwon while Heeseung will have Niki. We will promise to never see each other after everything," she said. Her mom finds it amusing that she came up with such a deal, but if it means that her daughter will be away from Heeseung, then she will take it. "Okay, I will let this slide. But do know I'll be watching you two closely," she said while walking out of the door. After she left, Yn fell to the ground. Her sobs filled the living room, and Heeseung immediately hugged her as he comforted her. She wished to be woken up from this nightmare.

Anyone who might hear her thoughts might think she is fucked up. No daughter should be happy for their own mother's death. Yn had never felt more at ease than right now. It was like a burden had been lifted from her shoulders. All the years that her mother had controlled her life had ended. The same woman who took the people she loved dearly away from her. Sure, she appreciates the things her mother did to her, but her control over her life was much greater. She is happy that she is gone. A sentence that she never thought she would ever say.

She flew from Canada back to Korea for her mother's funeral, where she met her younger brother, Sunghoon, and her father. She doesn't resent her father as much as she resents her mother, but she chose to be estranged from him after accident years ago. Sunghoon had been the best throughout everything; he had her back when no one was there. She couldn't thank him enough for his presence. After staying for only two days, she came back to Canada.

Her and Jungwon lived in Canada until he was 14 years old. By this point, it has been five years since her mother died. She had finally made the decision to go back to Korea. This was a step in finding the two missing people who are part of her broken puzzle piece, Heeseung and Niki.

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#the parent trap — lhs 🌷 #enhypen #heeseung x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen au #sunghoon x reader #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #jake x reader #sunoo x reader #jay x reader #ni-ki x reader #enhypen smau #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #heeseung fluff #heeseung imagines #enhypen scenarios #heeseung smau #enhypen masterlist #enhypen social media au

[mimisplayground]

Playing Mean Games(๑>◡<๑)

the part two will have some quip to end this title probably maybe idk im not consistent enuff to make promises

Tags: Bondage(U tie Toji up), Oral Sex, Teasing (Toji receiving), Riding, Blindfolds, He says hes mad but he loves it and you love it, Open ending for a pt. 2 :3

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This was risky. This was sooo risky. And the murderous glare from Toji was making it much harder to hold your ground right now. The blindfold held in your hands suddenly felt like a 20 lbs weight. Still you found yourself shuffling towards Toji.

You had managed to bind the mans hands to the headboard, watching as he snarled. “Sweetie, if you untie me now I promise I’ll be nice and sweet to ya.” With a fake grin on his face after he said it. You didn’t believe him for even a second. You swiftly tie the blindfold onto him, only slightly rethinking when you heard the string of swears coming from him.

You guys had a safeword, if he wanted out he would say it. And you knew not to worry, that this would be fun. It was also new territory though, so you were a bit nervous as your fingers trace down his bare torso, feeling his abs and blushing a bit. You never really see those abs up close, at least not without being way too fucked out to actually acknowledge their existence. So you take your time tracing, watching his stomach clench a bit from the light touch.

You move on quick enough though, leaving kisses on his lips that leave him grumbling in a faux anger, even as he kisses you back. You can’t stop yourself from giggling slightly at that. Watching his brows furrow as you giggled.

You move down, kissing down his stomach and to the waist line of his boxers, looking up at him shyly as you pull the clothing down and leave a small kiss on the tip of his dick, watching him jolt and laughing before taking him into your mouth.

You’re going up and down, and your hands are more than accommodating for the length you can’t fit. You find yourself falling into a rhythm.

And Toji loves it. He’s bucking up as best he can, groaning and grunting harshly and tugging at his restraints. He could’ve broken through too, if not for the fact that he enjoys watching you have your fun. By god, you were giving him some of the best head of his life too. But he supposed you felt cruel today.

Cruel because the minute his hips had that familiar twitching to them, that knot in his stomach getting impossibly tight and ready to burst, you had pulled away.

Pulled away and smiled up at him in a faux innocent look. Not like he could see it, but you had a feeling he knew. You climb up his body, kissing at his face and neck and lining him up with your entrance. You sink down slowly, listening to him groan and trying to hold your composure at the stretch.

You moan softly when you finally get him bottomed out inside of you, staying impossibly still. And when you felt Toji thrust up you gave him a light slap on the shoulder.

He stills, and he lets you find your own rhythm and bounce, his body practically shaking in anticipation. He feels you bounce down particularly hard and thrusts his hips up just enough to feel a jolt of pleasure shock you.

Your pace is quick, but never the right amount of rough and fast mixed with slow and sensual that Toji manages when he’s in control. But it’s satisfying enough to you when you feel yourself burst on top of him, falling on his chest and gripping his shoulders tightly.

And for a moment you don’t process why it would be odd for you to feel his arms wrap around you as well, melting into his embrace.

“You get it all out of your system, sweetheart?” He gruffs out, and only then does the embrace register. His arms shouldn’t be free, and the hug is starting to feel more like him keeping you in place.

You glance up at him, the blindfold having been tugged up to his forehead. You grin sheepishly, and gasp when you feel a thrust upwards.

“My turn.”

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GUYS ITS A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!’

ermmmm anyways interact for a part 2 where he literally demolishes you :3 AND REQUESTS AND ASKS ARE OPEN, PLS SEND SOME GUYS IM RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS!!!

#jjk #jjk smut #fanfic #jjk fanfic #toji smut #jjk toji #toji x you #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut

[phantaloon]

okay okay im finally finished with both eps and here's my genuine opinion

the cast is 10/10, every single one of these kids knows exactly what they're doing and WHO they are, i can't imagine anyone playing each character better than them

the slight change in Sally and gabe's dynamic gave me a bit of whiplash at first, but the second time watching it, i kinda really dig it better than the books

the way they're portraying percy's feelings of inadequacy and the whole "i know I'm broken, i don't need you to make up stories for me"? fucking devastating, but it fits so fucking well (i can't remember if this is shown as deeply as it's shown here)

sally jackson is the most badass mfer and i fucking love her she is the godly parent fuck poseidon

it's been said before but sally calling percy perseus when she wants him to listen >>>

LOVED how they gave us the impression of percy having riptide while facing the minotaur, only for them to take it away (not really but percy didn't know that) and having percy face the minotaur book style rather than movie style

ANNABETH SAYING PERCY MUST BE THE ONE I SCREAMED

i am fucking loving the way they're doing percy's rage, like maybe it's bc i don't remember it as clearly in the books, but it's so raw, and walker does an amazing job portraying it, but the whole part where he offers food (a thing meant to be for gods) to SALLY, king behavior fr, and that monolog about making his father see them?? actual goosebumps

leah does such an amazing job portraying annabeth's indifference and apparent arrogance, i can't explain how much i love her, like she does it so subtly, it's just little gestures, but she IS annabeth chase (this felt especially cooler after seeing her in interviews, where she's actually really shy irl)

im not going to lie here, and like im sure it was done on purpose anyway, but i am feeling it kinda rushed, and I get it really! they won't waste time in the many chapters spent during camp introducing the world to us, when they've got few episodes, and the whole quest to showcase instead, but like, i would have loved to see percy training with luke (and besting him) and annabeth showing percy around camp (second time we've missed that) and idk just some fun little details, but like i said, i understand why they HAD to rush the intro, so I'm not upset about it or disappointed, just smth to notice

having said that, i really did love the bit of luke guiding percy through several activities trying to figure out his "calling", the callback to percy's horrible archery skills is 10/10

annabeth's yankees cap is fr a yankees cap and im crying

i nearly forgot, but im loving the nightmare sequences, i love how they're keeping the "voice" so faceless and shapeless, but just a light in the darkness of a nightmare, and really it's a great figure, bc a light in a nightmare is usually a good thing, it's the thing you run towards, and it's usually smth that helps you, but here, the light in the darkness is anything but good (quite literally) and he literally taunts percy, and fuels his fear and bitterness, and ugh I love it

the whole capture the flag sequence is 10/10 as well, i can't explain how much this healed me, just like annabeth leaving percy to be bored to death on his own, when she was right there, the transition between luke's "percy's got this" and percy doing the fucking floss dance? cinematic masterpiece, and like the fight sequence was really well done and crafted much much better than many others that rely on slow mo or weird angles, like the fight with clarisse and her spear was gold

dior's scream as percy breaks clarisse's spear alone deserves an emmy

leah portrays annabeth so effortlessly and naturally, I've said it before but i love her

i got like 10 seconds of annabeth interacting with percy and i can already see them together forever ahdjdj

overall 10/10 will rewatch again and again and again bc I'm in fucking love even if it does feel a bit rushed at times and there was the same lack of the hellhound as the movie

#pjo #pjo show #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo tv series

[serxinns]

Scarlet witch Reader x Yandere Mha: I HATE YOU

My 1st angst HEHEHEHHEHE

Context: You and h/n were getting along so well a little too well aizawa gets jealous and reader snaps

H/n: Hero name

S/n: student name

(Disclaimer this took place in season 1)

"Good Job y/n! You beat another villain down without me or s/n's help" H/N gave you a big smile while ruffling your hair ever since h/n became your mentor you and them got along pretty well they showed you moved and how to properly use you quirk safely heck you were getting praises from your classmates wishing they would show you those moves

You saw h/n as a parent figure as well as another side of Aizawa and Mic but h/n was your go-to whenever you wanted to talk unlike Aizawa and Mic they didn't baby you, coo you, or cuddle you to try and make it better they listened of my rants and agreed with you and whenever you did something wrong you weren't treated like some fragile being h/n told you to get up and do it again you wished to be like h/n one day you made sure of it

While the 3 of you were talking there was a Aizawa glaring at h/n from afar what are they doing with YOU he thought you should've been with him a while ago and grabbed his scarf getting ready

You were so busy talking with your mentor and others you didn't know that a scarf was coming your way and wrapped you around "What the?!?" you struggled trying to break free but it was no use "Sorry but it was past their curfew" Aizawa said in a monotone voice "Uh it's fine but you don't have to-" "You don't get to tell me what I should or shouldn't do" Aizawa cut off h/n glaring at them with red glowing eyes he said nothing and walked off with you protesting to put you down

When you arrived at your house you dropped to your bed in your bedroom but you pissed "What the heck was that for?!?!, h/n was just talking about our victory on the battle" you said glaring at your teacher without any care in the world

Aizawa: "they knew what they did"

Reader: "What the hell do you mean by that they were just ruffling my hair telling me I did a good job!!"

Aizawa: "They were manipulating you h/n you cant trust people easily"

Reader: MALNIPULATING?! ARE YOU HEARING YOURSELF RIGHT NOW

Aizawa: DONT give me that tone child

Reader: NO CAUSE IM TRIED IM SO TRIED OF YOU BEING SO PROTECTIVE OVER ME YOU DO THIS EVERYTIME LET ME HAVE MY FREEDOM FOR ONCE WITHOUT BEING CODDLE OUT 24/7

Aizawa: Y/N THATS ENOUGH you will not speak to me that way again

Reader: Mumbles a fuck you

Aizawa: what was that child I didn't hear it good enough

Reader: Still mumbles

Aizawa: say.it.before.i.ground.you

Reader: FUCK YOU YOU YOU-BITCH

Aizawa:...alright then you will not see h/n anymore then since im such a bitch

Reader: WHAT?!? YOU CANT DO IT

Aizawa: I can and I will starting tomorrow you will not talk, be near or even SEE h/n ever

That was when you finally snapped

Reader: I HATE YOU

You angerly pushed Aizawa out your room aizawa didn't even protest he didn't even argue back he was just stunned, shocked and heart broken he never wouldn't thought that you out of all people to say that he just thought will maybe it's just teenager behavior and everything will get back to normal

Wrong

The next day with your head hanging and dull eyes you sat down in silence the class was mixed with confusion and worry some tried to cheer you up Kiri ranting about how manly you are momo trying to buy you new expensive gifts Iida was beginning to be less strict then you even bakugo was a concern but no matter how much they tried it wouldn't work whenever somebody hosted a sleepover in your class you never denied their sleepovers

Now there's something wrong

Whenever your classmates were tried to get you to tell them what's wrong you started getting real aggressive with them even telling them to fuck off so they gave you some space for now..

Aizawa paid attention to your behavior and he was getting a little worried about you was it too far was I harsh on them is it just a teenage phrase thoughts and questions were circling around his head making his headaches

When he got home Mic threw a pillow at him "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU SHOUTA" mics loud voice blasted into aizawas ears making his headache worse "Ugh..hizashi can u not I have head-" FUCK YOUR HEADSCHE WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N THEY LOCKED THEMSELVES INTO THEIR ROOM WHAT DID YOU DO AIZAWA" mic was now getting in his normal voice demanding answers into why their child is so upset

"All I did was told them h/n wasn't gonna be their mentor they were being disrespectful" But Mic wasn't having that he pitched the bridges oh his nose and sighed "So you thought it was a suitable punishment you know what-" he grabbed Aizawa by his collar dragging him upstairs to your room "you better apologize to y/n and make it right or is sleeping on the couch for you for 4 weeks" he walked back downstairs leaving the 2 of you alone

Aizawa was hesitant but knocked on the door "LEAVE ME ALONE" he heard you raised his voice he heard ur voice crack and was horde it seemed like you were crying for a long time "Y/n-" "DONT I DONT WANNA HEAR YOUR APOLOGY" you cut him off harshly but it didn't matter to him he just wanted to see if you were ok

"Listen y/n please just hear me out I promise it'll be worth so please open the door" they were silent at the end a few second as he heard you slowly open the door

"What do you want..." you soaked your whole pillows with tears snot and more tears "Listen y/n im sorry I really am I was just convincing myself that h/n was doing something suspicious" "U NEVER CHECKED WITH THE OTHERS SO HOW COME IT ALWAYS ME" you shouted while putting your head back in the pillow "Listen im sorry im truly am the reason enacted like that was because I thought they were gonna hurt you and I didn't want them to hurt one of my ki- students yes I can admit I was being a bit overbearing and a bit of a ass but I will do better u can be with h/n back so do you forgive me " you sniffed and lookup at him and thought for a moment

"I may not will accept your apology now but when I see development I will"

#yandere bnha #tw yandere #yandere ua #tw gaslighting #tw obsessive behavior #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #yandere dad #yandere oneshot #yandere aizawa

[topguncortez]

The Professor | Chapter 4

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synopsis: You and Professor Seresin now have a system going, but how long can the secret relationship stay a secret.

word count: 3k

warnings: age gap, power imbalance, mentions of smut, making out, cursing.

Two weeks. It had been two weeks of Jake finding himself deep inside his student really, at his convenience. He wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about it. He was never one for just random hookups when he was young. Him and Allison had been together since his freshman year. She had only been the third woman he had been with, the other two were high school girlfriends. Throughout his relationship with Allison, there had been times where they had broken up, and Jake found himself in bed with another woman, but again, that only happened about twice. He wasn’t really sure how to navigate the world of “just sex”, but he slowly caught on. 

The first night after fucking you, he really didn’t think you were going to leave so soon. He was used to girls hanging around at least for a little bit, some pillow talk, maybe a glass of wine and round two, then he would walk them to their cars and kiss them goodnight. But after you declined his invitation to shower with him, he quickly understood the rules to the agreement. In fact, you had laid it pretty clear to him the next day. 

“It’s simple, we fuck when we need it. Having a bad day? Yes. Hard as a rock at 11:30? Sure. One of your students said that Shakespeare isn’t real? I’m down. Just send the text,” You said and told him the emojis to use. 

The first time he did send the text he thought it was very juvenile to use an eggplant and a water droplet, but it was something simple that wouldn’t distract from the various messages about grades and homework assignments. He waited patiently for you to show up, and was surprised when you promptly arrived ten minutes after the message. After screwing every legitimate thought out of your mind, Jake offered to watch a movie again, but you were sliding your panties up your legs (you took them off this time, not being able to afford another pair of ripped ones). 

“Okay, listen old timer, I know they didn’t do hookups back in the-” 

“I am only 35,” He rolled his eyes, “And for your information, I did hookups when I was your age. Though the women were much less annoying and demanding than-” 

“Sorry I’m not going to pretend like you are doing something when in reality you are just rubbing my left lip.” 

“I think I found your clit pretty eas-” 

“Like I said, this is a hookup. Means you or I text one another, we come over, we fuck, we leave. There is no staying, there is no post sex cuddling, besides you sweat like a whore in Church.” 

“Again, when I am doing most of the-” 

“I was on top this time so you can’t even use that excuse.” 

Jake huffed and rolled his eyes, “You can find your way out.” 

“Im taking this,” You said and grabbed the sweatshirt he was wearing from the floor, and slipped it over your head. Jake watched as you grabbed your keys and baseball cap that you wore over. Once again, he didn’t walk you out, but peered out the window to make sure you got to your car safely. He also texted you to let him know when you got home safely. And you’d never admit it, but you smiled at your phone as you read the message. 

Jake had guessed that the deal to relieve some tension was working. He had heard many of his students say that they noticed a change in his attitude. He was less angry, more willing to actually have a conversation about grades and topics and not call you stupid in the process.

Jake felt like there was a weight off his shoulders as well. He had more time to work on his next research paper with his friend Bob, and didn’t have to spend hours upon hours trying to decipher what first years were trying to say. He also noticed himself smiling, just a bit more than usual. Some chalked it up to his divorce finally going through, which he did celebrate with bending you over his desk at home, but it was more than just that. 

“Many of you probably know this TV show, but it is a modern day example of Hamlet,” Jake said as he presented the slide. 

“Jax fucking Teller,” You whispered to Lucy. Jake looked over at you. He was yet to meet Lucy, but from all the times you had mentioned her, he felt like he knew her. 

“I’d let him do sinful things to me,” Lucy said back. 

“Miss Y/N,” Jake said interrupting the conversation, “Care to explain why Jax Teller is a good example of Hamlet?” 

You licked your lips as you sat a bit. The outfit you decided on today was something simple, a pair of black biker shorts and one of Jake’s old college sweatshirts. He had to refrain from looking at your ass as you bent over earlier to pick up your pencil. Somehow, you had managed to get Jake to start allowing note taking, and the whole class was thankful. 

“Jax is a perfect example of Hamlet because of what happened to his father. He’s a tortured old soul with daddy issues,” You spoke and batted your eyelashes at him. Lucy had to bite back a smirk as Jake cleared his throat. 

“Pay attention,” Jake said and turned back around. 

“Yes professor,” You said softly. Jake closed his eyes and started thinking about anything other than hearing those words come out of your mouth as you were on your knees for him. 

“If you read the assigned chapters, you should know what this slide is referring to.” 

Jake was running late as he walked into the dimly lit bar. It was hardly crowded for a Wednesday night, but there was a good sized crowd. He easily spotted his friend Bob sitting at the bar chatting with Bradley. He looked up from the glass he was cleaning and shot Jake a bright smile. 

“Look who decided to show up!” Bradley cheered and Jake shook his head. 

“Some of us have real jobs, Bradshaw,” Jake grumbled and took off his suit coat, “Whiskey neat please.” 

“And some of us aren’t miserable robots working a useless system,” Bradley said and poured Jake his drink. 

Bradley Bradshaw was a smart man, a very smart man. He and Jake had gone to school together, though they studied different majors, they were in the same fraternity, so they saw each other often and had another mutual friend, Bob Floyd, who was studying astrophysics. Bradley was in his last semester of law school, already having completed and passed the Bar exam, when he came home one day to their shitty apartment in Chestnut Hill and announced he had dropped out. Bob and Jake thought he was joking, it wasn’t unlike Bradley to joke around like that. But he showed them the paperwork as proof. 

“What the hell are you going to do?” Jake asked him, “Work at the bar for the rest of your life?” 

“Yep,” Bradley smiled and sat back on the couch. 

And that’s exactly what Bradley did. He worked at the “Main Street Bar” as a bartender all throughout undergrad and grad school. In fact, nearly three years ago, Bradley had become the owner of the bar when the previous one passed. Jake hated to admit it, but he had never seen Bradley so happy in his life, than when he was behind the bar or playing the piano. He envied Bradley for being happy with such a rash choice. 

“Have you had a chance to look over that-” 

“Hey, what’s the rules?” Bradley said, cutting Bob off. 

“It’s not like I’m going to ask him for his dissertation notes, I just wanna know if he got my email,” Bob said and rolled his eyes. Bob had gotten his PhD in physics and also taught at Boston College. Bob was a science nerd, Jake could vividly remember the day Bob moved into the frat house and put his Star Trek sheets on his bed. Bob was quiet, shy and almost scary smart. 

“I got the email, but I was a bit busy this afternoon,” Jake answered. 

“Busy?” Bradley asked, and Jake nodded wordlessly, “You got a girl.” 

“No, I don’t,” He rolled his eyes. 

“Liar,” Bradley smirked, “Moving on so quickly after Ally? Lemme guess. . . you and Natasha finally stopped playing your stupid “i’m in town, lets fuck” game and got together.” 

“It’s not Natasha,” Jake said, rolling his eyes again. 

Natasha Trace was their other friend all three of them had in common. All four of them had met in a freshman stats class, and had just stuck together after that. Natasha was the only female of the group, and the three boys had decided early on they weren’t going to try and make a move on her. But Jake only half listened to that promise. Him and Natasha snuck around a bit, until he met Allison. Natasha was also the only one of the group who didn’t go to Boston College, instead, after getting her undergrad in Military science, she joined the Navy. Whenever she was in town though, Jake always made a plan to seek her out. 

“It’s not Allison, again, is it?” Bob asked. 

“No, god no,” Jake scoffed, “It’s uh. . . it’s a friends with benefits thing.” 

“Certainly didn’t have that in my cards,” Bradley smirked, “At Least you aren’t hung up about Ally. I hate to say this now, but I never liked her.” 

Neither did I, Jake said to himself. 

“So, who is she?” Bradley asked, “Someone we know?” 

“No,” Jake mumbled, “Listen, I don’t want-” Jake’s speech was cut off as his phone rang. He looked up at Bradley for a moment, before they both reached for his phone, but Bradley was quicker than him, “Bradshaw give it back.” 

“Oh shit! Is this her? ‘Miss Thing’?” Bradley laughed. Jake shook his head, you had called yourself that once and he thought it was funny, “No passcode Jakey, tsk, tsk, dangerous,” Bradley scolded him, “Oh shit! Emojis! Bob, he got sent emojis!” 

“Bradley, really give it back.” 

“Nah this is just too good,” Bradley cackled, and continued scrolling, “Damn this is like every single . . wait. . . ‘Did you have a chance to look over the first draft notes I sent? Do you think it looks good?,” Jake reached out for his phone again, but Bradley pushed his arm away, “Seresin, are you fucking your student?” 

“Holy shit,” Bob said. 

“No, just,” Jake sighed, “Yes, but it’s not like that. It’s just for stress relief.” 

“Jake, that isn’t-” 

“Way to fucking go, Seresin!” Bradley laughed, cutting Bob off, “Finally doing something cool with your life.” 

Bob shook his head, “Jake, you can’t be doing that. What if-” 

“I know,” Jake shook his head. He had thought about what could happen if people find out that he was fucking his student it could all end badly. You and Jake had even talked about the dangers of being caught, which was why they made a promise to not do anything on campus, and always after 7PM. Jake swirled his whiskey in his glass, “We talked about it. And it’s strictly sex, I’m not doing her any favors. Only other thing she’s doing for me is helping me grade first year papers.” 

“But she’s still your student, Jake.” 

“She won’t be like a couple months,” Bradley shrugged, “You're half through the semester, she won’t be taking your class again unless she completely fails it. I don’t see a problem with getting to know your students.” 

Bob scoffed and shook his head. 

“Bob, I need you not to tell anyone. She consented all on her own, I didn’t force her. She knows that she can stop at any time and without consequence,” Jake said to his friend. Bob looked at him and clenched his jaw.

“Fine,” Bob said, and drank down the rest of his glass, “Well what are you still doing sitting here? She sent you emojis.” 

Jake cracked a smile and Bradley handed his phone back. He said goodbye to them before heading out of the bar. Your car was already sitting on the street when he arrived. He didn’t mind that you always came to him, and he hadn’t seen your house, save for the time he dropped you off one night. You said that it was too risky for him to be there with your roommate and her boyfriend around. Jake whistled to himself as he opened the door to his house and jogged up the stairs. 

“Took you long enough,” You said as Jake opened the bedroom door to find you in nothing but lace red bra and panties. Jake felt himself stiffen in his dress pants. 

“Where did you get this?” Jake said and gestured towards her undergarments. 

“Someone left a card with some cash in my backpack and said ‘buy something nice. And red’ on it,” You smirked and pushed yourself up on your knees at the edge of the bed. Jake walked over, his hands going straight for your hips. 

“Glad you spent it on more than just alcohol,” He nodded. 

You rolled your eyes and ran your hands over the expensive dress shirt he was wearing. Your hands helped push his suit coat off and landed on the floor. Grabbing his face softly in your hands, you pulled him in for a kiss. His hands went to your ass, squeezing it in his hands. You gasp and he slips his tongue into your mouth. Jake leans you back on the soft bed, and your legs wrapped around his waist pulling his hips to be flush with yours. You moaned at the feeling of his already erect cock hitting your core. 

“You’re needy, you know that,” Jake laughed, “Already wet for me and I didn’t even do anything. 

“I sit in class and listen to you rant about stupid shit and get turned on,” You admited. 

“Really?” Jake asked, and you nodded, “Gonna have to show me next time. But for now,” He grabbed your hips and turned you around so you were on your front, he slapped your ass making you jump slightly, “That didn’t even hurt, quit acting like it did.” 

“You going to fuck me or talk the whole time?” You looked over your shoulder, “Cause I can leave and finish this job myself. My vibrator does a pretty nice job.” 

“One, shut up,” Jake said as he discarded his dress shirt, and trousers, “Two, bring your vibrator next time, I want to use it,” He slid his boxers down his legs and climbed on top of you. You sucked in a breath as his hands spread your cheeks apart. He groaned at the sight of your wet cunt. He ran a finger through your slit, and before pushing it into your opening. He pumped his finger in and out of you a bit, working you open for him. When he felt like you were ready, he lined his cock up with your weeping hole. 

“Three, I will always fuck you,” He slid into you with ease. Every time he fucked you, it was easier for him to slide into your cunt, your body now getting use to his size. It was still a bit of a stretch, and Jake waited just a moment for you to adjust to his size, starting off slow and working up to a faster more brutal pace that had you screaming his name. 

Derek was being pushed to the side and he couldn’t stand it. At first, he summed it up to you being busy with your studies. Everyone was busy as it was nearing midterms, stressing out on whether or not they should continue with certain classes, trying hard to make high marks on their upcoming exams and papers. You hadn’t been out drinking on Friday nights with Lucy and Zeke like normal. You also didn’t leave class with him and Lucy either, almost always staying after class to talk to Professor Seresin. 

Professor Seresin. Derek hated him. Derek had spent nearly six hours writing on his last paper, even having it looked at by the writing and media center, and sent it in before the due date, and ended up getting an F on it. Derek had tried to ask Professor Seresin for an explanation on the grade, since he didn’t believe in rubrics or giving proper feedback. But Professor Seresin merely dismissed Derek and others and told them his famous line of “drop date is coming up soon.” 

“Do you think something is going on with Y/N and Professor Seresin?” Derek asked Zeke  as the two of them walked to class. Zeke looked over at his friend and shrugged, “It’s just. . . she’s ignoring me again. She hasn’t invited me over in weeks!” 

“Maybe because she doesn’t like you,” Zeke laughed. 

“She likes me.” 

“No dude, she doesn’t. Lucy tells me nearly everything they talk about. And Y/N does not like you,” Zeke answered as he opened the door to one of the lecture halls, “And why are you here so early? Your class isn’t for. . . another hour?” 

“Going to talk to Professor Seresin,” Derek said, “Ask him about this stupid lecture quiz grade. But I’ll see you later.” 

Zeke nodded to Derek and went his separate way towards his class. Derek walked up to the floor of Professor Seresin’s office. He had rehearsed what he was going to say over and over. He was going to demand that Professor Seresin explained the reasoning for his grades and that he raise the grade of his last quiz. Derek fixed the collar of his sweatshirt as he arrived outside the door. He raised his hand to knock on the door, but froze, seeing two people through the crack in the blinds. He squinted as he moved his body over to the side a bit, so he could see through the blinds easier. 

“Holy shit,” Derek’s eyes widened as he saw you perched on Professor Seresin’s lap, your hands tangled in his hair, and his lips on yours, “Jesus Christ. . . no wonder he’s been so nice lately. He’s fucking my girl.”

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[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

in celebration of the finale: my top 5 moments from each only friends character so far

*top moments here means moments that had me screaming at my laptop like the leo meme*

5. "i don't have to be his number 1 but he must not hate me"

this was a banger line. im not gonna super analyze it here but what a fucking sentiment to hold. especially revisiting this after episode 9 where he wants to be with boston but is hesitant to be his boyfriend (he doesnt have to love me but he cant hate me)

4. kiss him!

nick in this episode was so funny. like i was caught between the way he grabs bostons arms to lead him up the stairs and this but the way the actors voice cracks, i think about it everyday. nick being the number 1 sandrayist is so important to me actually.

3. every scene he has in this bar

like we have "then ill call you daddy". we have the "i love you for who you are". we have the picking up atom. we have the lecturing atom. (also we apparently are gettting a boeing incounter?!?!??!). just peak nick moments happening in this location

2. "im nasty too"

yes you fucking are you freak baby. i remember after the episode aired a lot of people were like "awww he thinks hes a bad boy" and i get that sentiment but also he is the wildest character imo. like he had just wiretapped bostons car, and right before that he excitedly told ton about the surveillance gear in his possession. he listened to topboston fucking in real time and watched. he'd just invited top into his home, met him face to face for the first time, and apparently catologued his look to stea.l he listens to the fucking recording in bed with his lil headphones on, also he plays it out loud to his roommate. we're introduced to this character who is a little nerdy but also goes through his clients phones and jerks off to their photots? hes in love with an asshole and likes that hes an asshole. he plots revenge on atom on behalf of boston and is central in the plan like, he is even nastier than boston but is so cute about it everyone forgets until it fucks them over. 10/10 character moment

1. wiretapping bostons car

do i condone this behaviour? hard no but this list isn't about morals. like i would be lying if i said it didn't have me screaming cause ?!?!?!? like if my freak baby couldn't get anymore freaky he at least could get more criminal I GUESS???? also ive chosen specifically him standing sadly in the rain because its like "oh poor guy had his heart broken :( look at this sad man with his satchel :(" until i realized (and this isn't said but i think its implied) hes listening to them fucking as well as watching?!?!!? i say this cause you only see those headphones come out when hes gaming or listening to that fucking audio recording. also keeping it in his phone as "that car" hilarious. also him playing it out loud for sand!?!?!?!?! crying. unreal moment i couldn't believe what was happening

#only friends the series #only friends nick #bostonnick

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/13/2024

writing cover letters like "Market Research Firm 953989464860, will YOU be my Valentine?"

also, a fallout 4 femslash fic for femslash feb

listening

Fresh Blood by the Eels off their 2009 album Hombre Loco. i would say this is another "i think a vampire probably wrote this low, grooving track" but there are several howls featured. wikipedia says it is about a werewolf. this song sounds like it has a simple bassline and simple drums but it knows what it's about. it's probably secretly really complicated but i specced in knowing about fabric, not about music.

it makes me want to ice skate really fast and also sounds like watching broken highway lane dividers go by late at night. fascinating that the back half of the four-plus minute song is fully instrumental. definitely a song for when you are traveling, or perhaps proceeding. spotify

Sun down on the sorry day By nightlights the children pray I know you're probably gettin' ready for bed Beautiful woman get out of my head I'm so tired of the same old crud Sweet baby I need fresh blood

i've been mainlining The Black Keys' album Brothers so it makes sense this popped up on my Discover Weekly spotify playlist

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reading

in 2015, the year i dropped out of college, the closest comic/weird nerd shit store was a forty minute drive from my house. i bought the first issue of the serialized anthology comics magazine The Island bc i liked the Moebius-esque cover by Brandon Graham, before i knew who either of those artists were or that i liked them. i think it was ten bucks, and having to show my drivers' license really sticks in my brain for some reason. the point i am slowly approaching is that the magazine only ran for fifteen issues, and i didn't buy any other copies bc ten bucks a month was too dear for me, but it was a tremendous incubator for artists i would end up loving. about half the time i stumble across a lovely self-contained book that knocks my socks off i find out it started life in The Island.

All his life, Hank Cho wanted to join the ranks of the Habsec—the rulers of the orbital habitat his people call home. But when he finds a powerful, forbidden weapon from the deep past, a single moment of violence sets his life—and the brutal society of the habitat—into upheaval. Hunted by the cannibalistic Habsec and sheltered by former enemies, Cho finds himself caught within a civil war that threatens to destroy his world. A new barbarian sci-fi adventure by SIMON ROY (PROPHET, JAN'S ATOMIC HEART, Tiger Lung), originally serialized in ISLAND MAGAZINE.

Simon Roy's Habitat asks: do you want to hear a story about a generation ship gone wrong? this is a guy who really knows how to draw mechs and all their fiddly bits and loves doing it, which is a really transferrable skill to lovingly detailing the crumbling brutalist neo-mesoamerican architecture. the Habsec cannibals and their bits and pieces of scavenged armor blend in so well, it's genuinely shocking when we see someone in full, kept up, incredibly colorful armor. gorgeous, gorgeous book. love a fucked up generation ship.

found while perusing the stacks of the library that was closest to a bunch of other admin errands i was running, bc i finally have a tx drivers license and can start collecting tx library cards

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watching

im also asking myself why the hell i'm watching yellowstone with my bestie and her husband. it has every trigger warning and a lot of them would make me decline the experience had i looked them up beforehand. however, the inevitablilty of each little tragedy feeding into the circular threshing maw that is the Dutton family is really clicking for me. like well! that mom sure did die in the most traumatizing way possible! and wow that really does go a long way toward explaining why the daughter is self-medicating to an alarming degree AND why no one else is doing anything about it bc they're all still mad at her for being very tangential to her mom's death!

the amount of Stuff that happens per episode is truly astonishing. one of my favorite parts of the ttrpg Beamsaber is the downtime between missions, bc you get to have some really bonkers interactions with people who don't usually interact. despite its huge cast, Yellowstone doesn't yet feel incoherent or like it's jumped the shark in its first season bc it's really successful at getting its huge cast to have unexpected interactions with each other. this sounds a little bit like praising it for knowing how to be good television, but this is a neowestern about a land grab that's also a familial dynasty drama that's really leaning into the familial dynasty part of it. it would be very easy for this to become incoherent or bad at switching between storylines, but so far it's really good at it. it's not beamsaber or black sails bc nothing will ever be beamsaber or black sails but it's really scratching that itch of many small rapidly shifting factions and rapidly shifting political goals bc each child is their own horrible little faction and they have a lot of time where they're trapped in cars or helicopters together getting around their ranch, which is simply too large.

we're trying to watch the yellowstone franchise in release order, and the yellowstone prequel with tim mcgraw came out between the first and second seasons. we will not be continuing this. this is a bog standard wagon train western. cripplingly boring after the brazen insanity of the first season. also i think it is in poor taste at best and irresponsible at worst to show a suicide on screen.

i said i don't know why i'm watching this but i do know why i'm watching yellowstone, and that's bc my bestie keeps seeing tiktoks about it. sometimes im influenced in real life

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playing

changed my sheets this week and didn't chortle at the TOP OR BOTTOM tag which is how i know im having. a brain time. another way you can tell im having a brain time are these screenshots of the Breath of the Wild map. as you may or may not remember from last week, last week i had very little of the map filled out.

now is this EXPLORED? good heavens no. i have under 40 shrines DISCOVERED. i have simply beelined to each tower and went VERY fast. or was very sneaky. the three towers i have not bothered to climb yet are the ones i would have to actually fight some guys about. fuck the akkala tower for real.

i love to accidentally get way too close to dragons and die. some fun things about this run: incredibly, exceptionally rainy. except for the stint in the literal desert and the five minutes in the snowfield it has been raining about 70% of the time, which has made climbing very annoying. another fun thing about this run: exceptionally low ancient shaft drop rate, which makes getting ancient arrows to safely kill guardians from afar very difficult. bc as discussed above i have optimized this little blond boy to be very fast and very sneaky to get up the towers very quickly in the two minute spans of time it is not raining.

another fun thing about this run: not very good at successfully spitting out riders next to horses. you can only see the tip of spinch's hat bc he is underground.

i have unlocked the elephant and the falcon, i haven't gotten much farther than finding painkillers for the goron boss and stalled out at the yiga clan stealth mission. bc despite liking being a sneaky fast sniper out in the world, i fucking hate an enforced stealth mission. i don't think i ever got past this part in my other run either.

not jacked enough to unlock the master sword, i think you need twelve hearts? i would rather have more stamina so i can get faster horses + the princess's horse.

after i unlocked a bunch of towers i spent a goofy amount of time in the Lake Floria system herself hunting for treasure chests (there are easily fifty chests in the water. wild) to get the 10k rupees to unlock the last great fairy. i also spent several real-life hours video game mining video game ore. this was deeply annoying bc i sold off all my gems to get 10k rupees and then had nothing to get those sweet sweet high level upgrades with. this was the point on sunday night where i realized i was getting irrationally annoyed with a game that is supposed to be fun, and is NOT meant to support the kind of grinding i was doing. that was enough video game for one day thank you.

did you know there's a korok in the shrine of resurrection? me either.

also did you know magnesis ACTIVATES on the windmills in Hebra but i can't figure out how to get close enough to any of them to do anything about it. annoying.

this has got to be so funny from ganons point of view. i unlocked the elephant and the falcon in under a week of in-game time and then spent several in-game months mining and collecting clothes. would that make ganon more or less anxious d'you think

making

cross stitch update. this confetti in the rover square. i am dying. here’s what it will look like finished, and a link to buy the pattern

i had such high hopes for pin stitches as a thread finishing method but i had to rip out a mistake near a pin stitch and accidentally ripped out the entire pin and single confetti cross stitch. so what the fuck. i am an insane woman who likes to fully submerge and lightly hand wash projects before they get framed to remove all the oils (yes i wash my hands before stitching, i do get paranoid) and i am not confident pin stitches will hold up to that. oh well. the loop method is pretty great in halving the number of ends i have to weave in, even though i feel like it is extremely wasteful and leaves me with lots of short useless lengths my cats would love to eat. so the gains from halving thread management are really not offset by the meticulous cat management i must embark upon every time i do my fun relaxing hobby.

and the back, which is a horror. and will only become more of a horror. but once this is framed no one will actually see it so it's FINE. i am FINE with this. i started this knowing there was going to be lots of confetti. that's the point of this masochistic pattern

i wrote the first chapter of this fic last summer and outlined the emotional beats (but not much else) while procrastinating moving and have finally lightly polished the first chapter and threw it on the archive. im trying to let things molder less and just fucking post them in the hopes this activates the writing part of my brain again but who could say what's going on up there. this is still something that hasn't quite returned to me post-covid round 2

this will eventually be an E-rated 5+1 fic fixing all the fucking bullshit around Cait Fallout4's companion quest. she will NOT go in the magic chair that tortures her into not being a junkie and being the perfect waifu. she is going to stumble backwards and accidentally into some harm reduction and get railed by a mean top. the mean top and the harm reduction won't fix her but they certainly won't hurt.

#being unemployed is great for the amount of Stuff in these posts even though it is very bad for all other aspects of my life #tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

politely requesting some bakugou confort. had a very tiring few days and just wanna snuggle into him lol

:]

im sorry to hear about that and im glad my writing might make you feel better!

i have a good 20-something requests in my inbox right now but since this seems like more of an emergency request it took priority, i hope it lives up to your expectations <3

also i wrote this while listening to the song el muchacho de los ojos tristes and it was very nice

Masterlist<3

Bakugou x Reader - Comfort

It's been a while since you've had a week as stressful as this. You've been going on mission after mission and with all of the school testing that's going on at the moment it's starting to wear you down a little, future pro-hero or not.

You're basically running on fumes at this point and the stress your family is putting you through is keeping you awake at night. Life should not get this hard.

It feels like with every step towards improvement you make is met with resistance from fate. Just this week alone you've been hit by a car, bodyslammed by Koda and Iida, given a concussion, broken an arm, and suffered a humiliating loss against Todoroki in your final assessment. You were too weak and tired to even hope to stand a chance.

As you slam the door to your dorm you shrug your bag off and drop it carelessly on the floor. Normally you would be absolutely livid at the moment, but you were crushed. Your greatest chance of success was torn from your fingertips at the very last minute. By that fucking daddy's money, born-with-power brat. How poetic.

You can't help but be a little bitter. It's always the strongest people in your class that are the first to say things like "success comes from hard work" and then proceed to show off the power that they'd inherited. You actually had to work hard to keep your quirk under control, and it was painful.

You just feel so defeated, and it's no wonder that you're tired as you collapse onto the bed and immediately pass out the second your head hits the pillow. You hadn't even had the energy to get out of your school uniform.

Katsuki had been looking for you ever since your assessment had ended, but there was no trace of you anywhere and he curses under his breath at the inconvenience.

"fuckin' dumbass... just go an' disappear on me, huh?!"

You had rushed off before you had gotten the news that you had passed the test. You may have lost the battle, but you'd obviously performed well enough to scoop up a passing grade.

The ragged blonde boy huffs and balls up his fist, his signature glare-and-frown combination hiding his worry for you. You looked absolutely gutted at your defeat.

He figures that if you're not here then you're probably in your room, but when he finally makes it there and knocks on the door only to be met with silence, an irk mark appears on his head. Pale knuckles wrap around the doorknob and twist as he goes to make sure that you're not just ignoring him, annoyance evident on his face now, but the sight of you curled up in your uniform, knocked out and breathing evenly has him blushing slightly.

There's a pink tinge to his ears as he comes closer, shutting the door behind him and letting the room be shrouded in a blanket of darkness. You must be absolutely exhausted.

He sighs softly as his expression softens into something more rare, akin to sympathy. Pastel pink sheets shift as the bed dips under the pressure of his body coming up behind yours to embrace you, and strong, toned arms wrap around your waist as he tucks his face into your hair.

You wake up an hour or two later, tired and hurting, but also confused as hell because why is Katsuki in your bed with you? You're no stranger to cuddling, but it usually takes some convincing on his part to actually agree to do it with you. He must've seen how distraught you were after your failure. What a sweetheart.

His soft snores emnate from behind you, his face hidden away in the crook of your neck, covered by your hair as his arms tighten around your waist at the disturbance of you waking up. He must've fallen asleep then.

You feel a sudden weight in your heart, like someone had just strapped one of Katsuki's training weights to it, and suddenly your cheeks are wet with tears at the realisation that despite how low you might fall, or how badly you might fail, you'll always have him to back you up. This boy is your whole support system, your rock. And without him, you may just get carried away.

He's always been there for you, giving you advice and support, and smacking you with a reality check whenever you need it. So when you roll over and cuddle into his chest, burying your face into firm muscle and waking him up in the process, he's there again, raising a hand to the back of your head and letting you cry. His fingers gently massage your scalp and it helps to ease the pounding headache that comes with crying so much.

A frown is etched onto the boy's face as you weep, knowing how tired and drained you are, and well aware of how hard you've been working yourself - so much so that you've brought yourself to an emotional meltdown.

"... You need to stop pushing yourself so damn hard, idiot... Give your body and mind a break, you're not invincible."

That's all he says, and his voice is low and scratchy with sleep as he pets you and pulls you in closer, his eyes barely open a crack. You know he's right, and he knows you needed to hear that. The silence in the room is deafening after he says that, only filled with the occasional sniffle from you while you nod your head shakily in agreement. You're exhausted by now, having really tired yourself out and falling asleep in your boyfriend's cuddle for another couple of hours, sleeping the best you've slept all week.

He doesn't even get the chance to tell you that you passed, and that everything is gonna be fine, but he shrugs and just lets you rest, deciding that it can wait until you've taken care of yourself.

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[tigertofu]

Hello! Hope you are doing well! Super cool that you’re taking requests now, I have a prompt if you’d like to use it :)

Trevor as a dad! Could be headcannons about how he is as a father, how he acts during the 9 months, how he is during delivery, finding out reader is pregnant, etc. Excited to see your take on this scenario!

im doing well and i hope u are too <33 !! and ty for the request ! i've actually never thought much abt what trev would be like as a dad 🤔 so this was fun to come up with X))

pairing: fem reader/Trevor

summary: headcanon list of how Trevor would be during his partner's pregnancy and how he would be with a baby.

cw's: mentions of sex

wordcount: 1,174

• when you first tell him that you’re pregnant, he’ll be completely dumbfounded (despite his dislike for condoms and tendency to fuck rough enough to sometimes break condoms, anyways). he’s always thought he’d make an incredible father, but once he finds out that he’s actually going to be one? utter shock. it’s a good shock, though, and once it wears off he’ll give you the biggest bear hug ever, pick you up, spin you around, and absolutely cover you in manic kisses.

• he’ll watch you like a fucking hawk throughout the whole pregnancy. he won’t let you go out in public unless he’s with you, “just in case” (if you ask him, “in case of what?” he’ll ominously say “in case of anything” as if it’s obvious what he’s referring to).

• get ready to be completely smothered with attention and over–protectiveness. tensions may sometimes rise. you’ll be stressed about the whole growing another human inside of you thing, and he’ll be constantly on high–alert for anything/one that may do you harm, so he will get unfairly snippy with you more than once.

• he has good intentions though, and he’ll use every ounce of self–restraint to prevent these little tiffs from devolving into full–blown arguments because he’ll understand that stress is bad for the baby. despite all this, he may inadvertently do some things that aren’t conducive to a healthy pregnancy. like trying to light up a cigarette or his pipe while you’re sitting right next to him. remind him it’s bad for the baby enough times and he’ll start to remember to step outside to smoke, though. 

• he’ll be unable to keep his hands off you during the pregnancy. every single day, he’ll take a moment to press an ear against your stomach, trying to listen for a heartbeat or feel the baby moving around. he might get impatient over this when it doesn’t happen as soon as he expects. but once he does finally hear or feel it for the first time, he’ll (loudly and kinda pathetically but still adorably) cry of happiness.

• sex will be even more frequent than it was pre–pregnancy, if you’re up for it.

• constant handholding while in public together will become a must. he’ll want everyone to know that you’re his and that it’s his baby you’re carrying. just knowing that you two will soon be a little family of three will make him insanely proud. he’ll be sure to mention that you’re expecting every single chance he gets, to literally anybody you interact with, no matter how irrelevant/inappropriate it is to any given conversation.  

• the day of the delivery can go either one of two ways. if you go to a hospital, things might get a bit not–great. he’ll stay glued to your side and regard any poor nurse or doctor who comes into the room with a scowl and intense suspicion. he’ll demand an excruciatingly in–depth explanation of every single procedure they do on you. fights with healthcare professionals may or may not happen. if they do, he’ll probably get carted out by security (after a struggle that may or may not result in the costs of broken medical equipment getting added on to your final bill). then somehow sneak his way back into your room not an hour later. don’t worry, they’ll eventually give up on trying to throw him out.

• things will probably be a lot easier if you have a homebirth with the help of a midwife (depending on the patience of the midwife and whether or not Trevor decides to tidy up his place before the delivery.)

• wherever you have the baby, he’ll insist on being involved throughout the entire birth. you can hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you want to. he’ll constantly give you words of encouragement.

• if you let him, he will also take interest in (closely) watching the actual moment of birth itself. he obviously isn’t squeamish, and he’ll insist on his face being the first thing the baby sees as it enters the world so that he can “imprint on them and they'll know who their dad is” (try to tell him you don’t think that’s how it works and he’ll vehemently disagree.)

• while you’re recovering from the birth, he’ll dote on you 24/7. he’ll ask you a million times per day if there’s anything, anything at all, he can do or get for you and the baby. most of his time will be spent right by your side, but he may sometimes get extremely irritated by the baby’s frequent crying. he’ll take a moment to have some alone time outside when this happens, probably just to pace around and punch a tree or an unlucky passerby, though. then it’s right back to snuggling and fawning over the baby once he’s blown off some steam.

• no matter what the baby’s sex is, he’ll ask if you can name it Trevor Jr. he’ll let the naming be ultimately up to you, though.

• limiting the amount of time the baby is left alone with him will directly increase their chance of surviving past infancy. not because Trevor would ever do anything harmful to them on purpose, but because he isn’t the most well-versed in what objects/food/substances are appropriate or not for a baby to interact with. he’ll try feeding them solid food the day after they're born; probably meat of some kind so they’ll “grow big and strong.”

• if you decide to breastfeed, expect him to over–eagerly and constantly ask if he can help with pumping or if you want a breast massage. he will also definitely ask, at least once, if he “can have a taste.”

• he’ll absolutely love to spend time with the baby, when he’s in the right mood, which will be more often than not. he’ll lay down and have them sleep on his chest. he’ll intensely stare at them while they sleep with an expression that looks like something halfway between mild disbelief and annoyance. but he’s really just in awe that you and him have made an entire other human being together. he’ll love to let them hold onto his fingers with that, like, automatic grabby fist that babies do. 

• he’ll talk to the baby a lot. Trevor loves to talk about himself, and now that he has someone who can’t tell him to shut up, or tell him that he’s fucking insane, or question whether or not his stories are real? perfect. he won’t talk to them like they’re a baby; he’ll treat them as if they understand every word he’s saying. definitely for the best that they actually won’t though because he’ll recount some very gorey stories about his past escapades.

• however, he’ll also frequently tell them that they are the most badass, most handsome/beautiful, smartest, strongest baby ever. he'll constantly give them kisses and gently poke at their chubby cheeks. despite all his shortcomings, he’ll be a very loving and protective father.

#requests #trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philipsxreader #trevor philips/you #trevor philips headcanons #gtav #gta v #gtav fanfiction #headcanons

[hopelessdelusional]

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labyrinth

EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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[timaeusterrored]

(The Fever)

V was laid out in the back of his car, a headache had hit him and he had to pull over. Now, he was writhing in pain in the back seat with his head rested in Johnny’s ‘lap’.

“Call Ker.” Johnny repeated for the fourth time, knowing this was more than a headache. V’s temperature was slowly rising and it was making Johnny sweat.

“Don’t wanna bother ‘im.” V whispered back, content to lie in the back of his car with Johnny until he was well enough to drive again. He was having the thoughts again that Johnny didn’t like, ones of his time being soon. Johnny would drag his ass to the cure if he had too.

“Then call Vik.” There was no reason he couldn’t call Vik, but Johnny knew V would find a way to excuse why they couldn’t call Vik.

“‘S late-“

“It’s his job, V. Call him or I will.” Johnny knew he should not be taking over V’s body right now, not in the state he was in, but he had to do something or else they were just gonna lie here in misery. And he knew V was just gonna chose to lay here.

V opened his eyes and frowned, leaning into Johnny’s hand. He thought about it for a moment before nodding. Finally, some sense.

He called Vik up, and no surprise, the ripperdoc answered on the first ring and could see the state of his adopted son. And that was that, V needed to get his ass to the clinic immediately, or Vik would come and find him. V admitted it would probably be safer for Vik to come find him.

Johnny knew V hated admitting defeat.

It took no time at all for Vik to find his son, and Johnny felt grateful for once about this. Vik’s ability to just find V anywhere came in handy once or twice.

Vik got him back to the clinic, V was more or less asleep. Vik was gentle, trying to be careful even with a full, chromed up, grown man leaning on him. V woke up enough to help try to lug himself into the chair, looking over when Johnny appeared next to him.

“I feel like ass.” V’s mouth didn’t move, but a smile formed when Johny snorted

“You look like ass.” Johnny wished in this moment that he could comfort V. That why he had wanted him to go to Kerry, for comfort. Vik could hopefully fix whatever the issue was no problem, but he knew from personal experience that Kerry made any illness feel like nothing.

“J…”

Oh fuck, here they go again.

“V, I said stop it-“

“Just shut up and listen.”

Johnny obeyed, because he didn’t want V to get worked up while Vik worked on something to make the headache go away. A cold shower would have broken the fever, again something he would have rather done at Kerry’s.

“I’ve worked too goddamn hard on this body, don’t you fuck it up.”

Johnny nodded, letting V have his little rant.

“You don’t have to keep the hair dyed, I think it’s part of my charm but it’s a lot of up keep. The good stuff, not whatever the fuck you used back in the day.” Hey it got the job done.

“Check in on uh…” Johnny’s heart dropped. He knew who he was about to say but V didn’t seem to remember for a moment.

“Judy. Check in on Judy once in a while.” He frowned a bit, as if wondering why he struggled so hard to remember her name.

“And Kerry. You gotta go back to him… you make him happy-“

“Alright, I got it. We’ve been over this five times now… get some rest, baby.” Johnny ran his hand over V’s hair and frowned, watching him open his eyes to look at him.

“Promise me.” He whispered out loud, his voice weak and exhaustion laying heavy on his bones.

“I promise you, V. Told you I wouldn’t fuck us up.”

Johnny decided then, in that moment, if he ever took V’s body, he’d never be ‘I’ again.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk fic #johnny silverhand #cyberpunk johnny #cyberpunk v #male v #male v cyberpunk #johnny silverhand/v #male v x johnny #v x johnny #johnny x v #silverv #ouchies #angst before coffee

[washa]

I listened to Vincent’s and Porter’s audio and here’s my favourite personal comments! (A decent amount of Vincent and Lovely Slander in this one, I mean it with love truly 🙏🙏)

A couple of seconds in and Vincent is already shitting on Porter

“I have tried to live my life these last three years focusing on the good” Lovely cannot relate 

Poor Sam bro why is he always like always involved when everything goes to shit 

NO BC VINCENT IS STRESSING LMFAOO

Lovely being the whole reason that the Solaire's hasn’t lost their minds

DARLIN’ AND VINCENT MOMENT??? FINALLY

Lumberjack??? I can’t get the image of a beaver out of my head

Sam therapy session is required in every second Shaw pack/Solaire video

Strangle. That’s kinky.

Vincent darling. You were an ass. Are we forgetting the whole breaking and entering thing?

Is Darlin’ just kicking their feet in the corner or something

HELP DID SAM INVITE PORTER WHAT THE FUCK IM CACKLING

Porter's jab at Sam clothing style is making me sob

“And here we go..” Now what would you think would happen Sam

“Wine gets better with age. Food, rots.” GAW DAMN PORTER THAT WAS SMOOTH

Loving the mutual hatred. It’s giving every enemies to lover troupe

“Eat shit asshole, Is that better?” Lovely put a muzzle on him.

I imagine Vincent swinging his hands around and pointing like a pixar character

broken found family is radiating off this video

I have never been so attracted to Sam right now (Actually that's a lie, This is Sam we're talking about he's always attractive.)

Porter and Vincent reminds me of those cats fighting in the dumpster in the rain and stirred with daddy issues

Oh poor Porter.. Actually that’s so sad. Is that why he’s like a masochist? Some sort of coping PTSD thing??

Porter has a very good point about Vincent looking like a spoilt brat but it’s clear there’s a misunderstanding

WHY IS THIS SO SAD??? OH MY GOD 

No Vincent… BROOOOO 😭

The silence is deafening

 this is what happens when there’s miscommunication everyone

YO PORTER DON'T BLAME SAM ABT NOT SAYING?? 

What..?

LOVELY???? HOLY SHIT DID THEY JUST PUNCH HIM

What’s wrong Porter? I thought you loved being punched??

For fucking sake this is so damn sad, my heart is crumbling like feta cheese.

Oh thank fuck they are acting somewhat civil people, even if they hate each other

Yes good job Switzerland A+

TREASURE??? NO WAY

Fucking hell this Summit is gonna go to ass isn’t it 😕

#A pack #three unempowered people #and a heated rivalry #what would go wrong?? #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted porter #redacted lovely #redacted summit #redacted vincent #redacted sam #washa rants!!

[robotnuts]

are there any rvb fics you still think about all the time? like i dont think a week goes by without thinking abt qed and how it def changed me on a molecular level, do you have any fics like that?

oooh good question. the most important fic is at the bottom of this post so just scroll to the final paragraph if you only want one, true recommendation of the only rvb fic that really matters.

QED is fantastic though its more of @shotgunslap's thing than mine. the partner to that is also obviously QoQ, the only rvb fic ive been able to make almost all my friends read. i think about the south/north characterization every day of my life. caboose and carolina mean so much to me, etc etc. thats a pretty easy pick though so im cracking into my ao3 bookmarks to look for more niche picks.

i know there was actually a lot of rvb fic that was just posted to tumblr that i think ive gone back and tried to reblog at some points but i never organized it, i should have archived it, people who wrote good femslash and rvb women liked to just post it under a readmore on their tumblrlog and you have to go digging through decades old tags to find it now

okay. the big one i actually do still think about all the time forever and ever is saltsanford's stuff about epsilon/wash's relationship. this is the big one i still think about that centers on their backstory, but also, put my guns in the ground, which is one of the Big fandom tuckington longfics, also has such good washpilon stuff in it and they're so fucking juicy. when tucker asks wash how many times he's broken his ribs and he says four and epsilon says "actually it was five" before realizing How Bad of a Move that would be. Hello? Hello?????? i want them to be forced to reimplant and have weird mind brain trauma sex SO BAD sorry im normal. this is another one that takes place during/after the chorus era

on the spectrum of fics that i actually dont yet feel ashamed reccomending, primtheamazing, who wrote QoQ, also wrote some other good stuff. i am a HUGE fan of this fusion fic, the punchline to the tucker/caboose fusion is HYSTERICAL. this one where grif forgets who simmons is due to temple shennanigans and flirts with him is also very like. trope-y but i like that shit so this goes here too

ok. now onto the stuff that it is actively embarrassing for me to be recommending. but. prim's logrimmons fic is hysterical and was the stepping stone to creating the lolixgrimmons mind palaces with my friends so its worth it just for that. but also its really fucking funny. so is the one where locus has to listen to them have sex and gets himself caught

the truly embarrassing one for me to have here is the piece of softboy grimmons content i participate in. sadly i do enjoy s15 content sometimes for the softboy grif sensitive emotions exploration i will admit to being a hypocrite there and i really liked that one and reread it frequently (just realized this is written by the QED person so! you might already know of it)

and then finally. the most important red vs blue fanfiction of all time, guns are for shooting. it has it all. sarge. washington. sarge again. kismesisitude. grif and simmons acting like rosencrantz and guildenstern (are dead). locus being invisible and getting caught by lopez with a bag of flour. it's written by the person who wrote QED. You want to read it right now. Read it right now. READ IT RIGHT N

wait no the cute bit about sarge declaring war on gravity and upending a bag of flour onto lopez isnt in guns for shooting. what fic is that from

#its mainly mx qed relationshipcrimes and mx qoq primtheamazing who are my favorite writers it seems #so anything there is pretty good #oh on the cute grimmons level i also like 'What kind of trash dragon' #which.. might be written by prim? i know they have a few orphan fics floating around out there #including uh. green is a shade of red which i havent read but know is a good red team locus fic that they wrote and then orphaned

[swampgallows]

.

i wish i had a more definitive diagnosis for whats wrong with me. the worst of my symptoms don't seem to easily fit into any standard criteria. like, i have intrusive thoughts, thoughts that are so intrusive that they make me stop what im doing, or i end up talking myself out of something i was going to do because the thought is so painful/disturbing/foreboding etc. it happens a lot when im at my turntables, maybe because all of my senses are dormant except for sound, and im concentrating so hard on listening, or something. it's like my guard is down so my mind has a chance to storm through with upsetting thoughts or flashbacks or completely fabricated scenarios.

it's why i could never meditate. i used to describe it to a therapist as my mind being like a tall building, and my consciousness was on the ground floor, and the penthouse was full of these demons trapped at the top, and if i tried to empty my mind all of the guards would be absent, and then the demons would see that the way was clear and start stampeding down all the flights of stairs toward the exit/lobby. and i would be sitting there trying to meditate and clear my mind and could envision this dark cloud approaching closer and closer like i was being fucking hunted.

i read somewhere else that meditation doesn't really work for people with ptsd, or it at least has a shitload of prerequisites before someone can get to a point where they can effectively meditate. nobody (therapists included) ever told me that, like that i had to start out with bite-sized portions of meditation (like literally one minute at a time), for my environment to be comfortable and without any distractions, shit like that. they'd just say "oh go on youtube" and link me some 30 minute "meditation for beginners" shit. which imo is comparable to telling someone "just work out" when what they actually need is physical therapy. instead i would try meditating and have a panic attack, like someone with an injury throwing their back out trying to do basic exercises. then they'd say some stupid shit like "ohhh well thats why it's sooo important that you keep trying to meditate, let those thoughts come to you so that you can process them :)", essentially encouraging me to trigger flashbacks instead of having a discussion about why i might feel unsafe or why a method like meditation might invoke this kind of reaction. you dont tell someone with a broken arm to "just keep trying" to throw a baseball then go "no pain no gain!!1" when it hurts them to do it. you go, hey, actually, it shouldn't hurt to throw a baseball, let's check that out. like meditation is meant to be calming, it's not a fucking ayahuasca trip. if meditation is making me have actual panic attacks instead of calming me down, something is wrong.

i dunno im mad now lmfao. i have an appointment w a therapist FINALLY coming up in a few weeks and im really not looking forward to it. i think im gonna end up with another milquetoast "this woman streamed yoga from her bedroom during lockdown and look how many followers she has!!! she changed the world" bitch again

anyway i dont know why i get so many intrusive thoughts while trying to practice mixing but it bums me out fucking hard and sucks all the fun out of it. i have so many records and ive had my turntables so long and i can still barely mix properly because i only know how to mix in my headphones and 9 times out of 10 my mind likes to terrorize me

#blathering

[harrysrealgf]

NAIVE

You and harry broke up and a part of you can help but want him to show up at your door and apologize.

Fratrry¡reader

This is the good ending to this short thing, im gonna make a bad one bc I like this concept

———

“Well if you don’t like it, then maybe we should just break up!” Harry yelled. This was an argument, the biggest argument you guys have ever had. All over how you didn’t want him to flirt with so many girls.

You paused for a second. You couldn’t believe what he said to you. “Maybe we should.” You finally said. You didn’t want to obviously. You love him, but maybe it’s for the best.

He was shocked you agreed.

“Great. Then we’re broken up.” He loved you, of course he did! He was just a flirty guy, and if you weren’t okay with that then maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Harry is a naive boy. He refuses to change or apologize about anything.

“I guess so.” You walked to the door, putting your shoes on.

“Where are you going?” He watched you.

“What? You broke up with me Harry. Do you just expect me to sit here in your house?” You asked. You were being sarcastic, but also serious.

“Well no, but..”

“No. I need to my house. I cannot do this right now.” You held tears in.

You didn’t even let him talk and you walked out. It was dark and rainy. You hated driving in the rain, but it was comforting.

When you got home you just ran to your room and cried. 3 years with Harry obviously meant nothing to him. He broke up with you so quick. He’s always been ignorant, but the one time you speak up about something that bothers you in the relationship, this happens.

He will never change, nor apologize to you. And you just need to accept that now.

You threw your headphones on and listened to music, that’s how you cope.

The past week has been a mess. You were late to work 3 times this week. You stayed up all night reading old texts where he was such a sweetheart.

But now it’s no contact.

You hoped he was come to your front door with flowers, and a real apology. Not just a lousy ‘I’m sorry.’

None of this was your fault and you knew it.

————

It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup.

It was another rainy day, 7PM. And your doorbell rang. You threw your hair up and went to answer the door, and you were surprised to see who it was.

Harry.

“Hi..” he gave you that look. That stupid look. The look he gave you when he was wrong and he knew it.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down and picked at the skin at the side of his nails.

“That’s it?” You ask as he was silent for a little after that.

“No. I’m sorry y/n. I’m bad at apologies. I know I am, I don’t do it a lot but fuck, I can’t live without you. You’re the love of my life and I.. fuck I don’t know how to say it.” He paused. “These last two weeks have been absolute hell. Everything I see reminds me of you and well.. us. I know I fucked up, I know I’m too flirty sometimes and I try and stop but I just get carried away..”

“Your not obligated to say anything to any other girl Harry. And you were right. If I don’t like it then we should break up. And we did. You completely left me behind the one time I speak up about something. I don’t know what else you want from me.” You bit your lip.

“I want you! It’s not what I wanted to leave you behind. Fuck I… I didn’t even want to break up with you in the first place.” He admitted.

“…then why did you?” You spoke quietly.

“I was just scared! Your the only girl I’ve ever really loved and… every move I make it’s just another mistake. I should’ve never said anything to that girl and I know how you feel and I don’t know what is wrong with me. Your my girl and I want to keep it that way. I love you y/n.” He spit it all out like he couldn’t stop talking. “I love you and I wont let anything in this world keep us apart anymore. But I’m losing myself and I don’t want to lose you too. If there was something I could do to take back what I said.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He took a deep breath.

“I can’t control myself without you. I can feel your touch even when your far away from me.”

Your mind was hazy. You couldn’t think correctly.

“Please say something.” He was teary eyed at this point. “I’m so dumb I should’ve told you all of this before you even left my house.”

“Come inside, your getting soaked.” You finally spoke.

He smiled warmly and walked inside.

“I brought something too…” he pulled a rello and a baggie of weed.

“You know me too well.” You sniffled, smiled softly and whispered a quiet ‘come here’ and walked to your porch

You sat on your rolling area and he sat beside you. He handed you the bag and rello and you started rolling.

————

You guys were laughing up a storm after smoking. High out of your minds, your thoughts started to come out.

“I didn’t want to break up either by the way.” You say taking a bit of the second blunt in your fingers.

“I figured.” You gave him a look.

“What does that mean?” You giggled.

“Cmon y/n. I know you. If you wanted to break up you woulda done it a while ago.” You shrugged while passing him the blunt.

“Your not wrong.” You took a drink of your water, “even when we were strictly only friends, everyone but you saw how in love I was with you.” This was all knew to him.

“How long have you liked me?”

“Maybe since like.. senior year of high school.” His mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” You nodded.

“Well I’ve liked you since like… freshman year.”

“Of college?” He shook his head.

“High school.” You mouth flew open and your eyes were wide open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.

“We had such a good friendship. I didn’t want to ruin it.. butttt… now I know your my soulmate I don’t need to worry about that anymore.” You blushed.

“Sooo… you wanna be my girlfriend again?” He asked.

“Hm I dunno… are you gonna be my boyfriend?” You tease.

“Of course.” He kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Wait a minute. You’ve liked me for 8 years?” He laughed.

“Love is love what can I say?”

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