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hockeymenarehot · 3 months

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haii luvely

i love your account so osososos much and i was wondering if you could do a 2007 tom being subbyy :)

thankkk u💞

Sub!Tom Kaulitz

yess! i can absolutely do this! <3

summary: exactly what it sounds like haha

warnings: fem anatomy reader, dom!reader, p in v, unprotected, u ride the d, begging, sort of edging?, you call him good boy lmfao, established relationship, sub!reader at the end

now playing: Get On Your Knees, Nicki Minaj ft. Ariana Grande

Your boyfriend, Tom, had always had the reigns in bed when it came to you. He liked the feeling of being in control, and he was super possessive towards you. You had always been so obedient and good for him, always feeding into his fantasies and letting him use you whenever he needed. You let him have complete control over you and your body in bed because you knew it made him feel good.

But lately you had been having fantasies of your own, imagining what it would be like if the roles were reversed. You were afraid to admit you were turned on by the image of him under you, begging with tears streaming down his face, just as he does to you. You were sure that he would immediately turn down the idea, but you wanted to test your luck either way. You were prepared to do whatever it took to see how pretty your boyfriend would look underneath you.

"No." Before you had even finished your sentence, you were met with your answer. "But please!" you looked at him with pleading eyes, doing your best to make him crumble with your puppy dog eyes. "I said no, you aren't gonna make me your little slut." He said, his gaze stern and trained onto your eyes. You huffed with defeat, but still your spirits were not entirely crushed. You came into this having more than one idea, of course.

For the entire week when you two had sex, you had tried to sneakily find your way on top of him, doing anything in your power to land a spot on top. But Tom was unrelenting. It always ended with him harshly slapping your ass, calling you a 'slut' and roughly fucking you into overstimulation. But you still hadn't given in. I mean, even if your attempts were in vain, he had been fucking you so good this week. It was fun to rile him up.

One day you came up to him with a bashful look, already making him put his guard up, having gotten used to your antics by now. "Please, lemme ride you Tom.." You looked up at him, your arms behind your back. You knew he was always weak to your gaze, and this seemed innocent enough, right? He stared at you for a few seconds, contemplating. You had been trying to pull shit on him throughout this entire week, so he had to be careful. Your offer did sound very appealing, though. Watching your tits bounce up and down as your struggled to ride him, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup did sound hot as fuck.

So he caved.

But what he was not expecting was how you were putting your whole heart and soul into taking his cock, not faltering or giving him time to catch his breath. He knew you knew the role you were meant to play, and you knew that he knew you were purposefully not doing just that. He had fallen into your trap, all because he wanted himself a good ride. He had failed to take into account just how well you could take his dick in reality, like you were made for him.

So here you were, tits bouncing in his face, your hands carding through his hair, and dirty words falling from your mouth. You felt and looked heavenly, and he was struggling to keep his mind in tact. He was trying to resist the pleasure, to maintain his dominance over you.

He should've known that the moment you sat on his aching cock was the moment he had succumbed to you, and honestly with the way your pussy was gripping him, the angles he was hitting in this position, he considered why he hadn't let you do this before.

He was trying his hardest to contain his moans and whimpers, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that you were making him feel so good, especially when you were the one in charge. He didn't want to show you that you had proved him right, that sometimes it felt good to let go and let you do all the work for once.

He scowled at you "I-is that all you got? Huh?" You just laughed at him a little bit, looking at him with a lustful gaze. You could tell by his stutter that you were so close to winning. So, you leaned in and took the shell of his ear with your teeth, making him shiver by such a subtle touch. "Wanna say that again?" you whispered in a tone full of want, almost daring him to. Right after you said that, you completely lifted yourself off his cock, both of you wincing at the loss of contact before slamming your hips back down onto him. This finally got him as he moaned out a borderline pornographic moan. He looked so pretty like this, you thought.

After this moment you had total control over him, and you definitely used this to your advantage. You rode his dick like you would never feel him again, whines slipping from his lips as you clenched around him. It took a lot to hold yourself back as every once in a while his tip would hit a certain spot inside you, making your legs tremble and almost give out. You were determined to make him cum inside of you while you were the one in charge, and you also wanted to see how much you could get away with.

His hands found their way up to your tits, and you swatted him away, making him whine out a "Please- wanna touch you..." you gave him a look of faux sympathy "Hm? Do you really think you've been good enough for that? Do you think you've been a good boy?" You felt his cock twitch inside of you at the pet name, making your heart beat faster at the effect you had on him. It was then he truly let you treat him how he treats you, responding the way you would have. "No... P-please, wanna be a good boy for you. Show you how much of a g-good boy I can be.." You blushed hard at his words, and you could practically feel the hearts in your eyes as your stared at your boyfriend and listened to his words.

Feeling satisfied at his words, you picked up your pace, rocking your hips against his faster. He started to move from moans to straight up whimpers and whines, having lost all control. It felt so good to let you be in control. He moved his hands up to toy with your nipples, rubbing and pinching at them and making your head tip back as you rode him. "Ah!" he moaned loudly, and you could tell by his body language and how his cock twitched against your walls that he was nearing release.

But you wanted to play with him a little more, still feeling mildly unsatisfied. You lifted your hips off of him again, making him whine out. He looked up at you, confused. "Beg for it." His eyes widened a little bit, his face reddening. "W-what?" He didn't believing that you were asking him to beg. "Beg for my pussy. You really want it? Beg." He was so close to release, and he felt like if he didn't cum inside of you right that instant he was going to die. So he gave in. "Please! Wanna feel you around me, wanna cum inside your perfect pussy. Please, please, please..." Hearing him chant your name and pleas towards you made you heat up, God he was so fucking sexy. You decided not to prolong his torture, because you too wanted to cum.

You lined up with him again, slamming onto him. That time your legs seriously almost gave out, and the pleasure was starting to catch up with you. Your vision started to go blurry, but you were determined to finish the job.

You moved your mouth to his neck as you bit and sucked at the spot, painting it shades of purple and red. He groaned at your touch, his orgasm finally washing over him. His abdomen clenched as he came inside you, releasing a large load into your walls. His body shook with pleasure as probably the most intense orgasm he had ever had zapped through his body. His hand came up to card through your hair as your hips slowed, your mouth still latched to his neck, determined to mark him as yours.

After his orgasm washed through him his mind slowly drifted back down to reality as he realized what you had so mischievously gotten him to do. His hand came down to your chin, tugging you away from his neck. You looked at him with a sly smile "Soo...?" you were waiting for him to admit you had been right, that it did feel good to submit. Instead, he lifted your hips off of him and flipped you onto your back.

"Now you're really gonna fuckin' get it."

It was totally worth it.

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recreationalfanfics · 11 months

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Twisted Night At The Museum HCs/Thoughts/Concepts:

These are brain farts but ya'll are making me feel like I have the biggest brain so-

- If the Daley! Reader had a Unique Magic it'd be: "Alive for the Night" where basically any statues on display and stuff can come to life. Including the ones of the Great Seven but they can only do it at night. (Idk if you guys want them to have it or not, ya'll can fight about it in the notes)

- The Daley! Reader was also adopted by Larry after Nicky moved out and became a DJ, Larry is still a super protective father whose very anxious and is looking through various museum archives to figure out if something can be done about his child whose stuck in Twisted Wonderland. He requires you to check the mirror and talk to him at least 4 times a day to know you're alright and if you miss a time, YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE-

- No but parent teacher conferences and you have to hold the mirror so that your teachers can talk to Larry through it.

Larry Daley + His Relationship with the Staff:

- Crowley: No, he's been in this game long enough to know that Crowley isn't trustworthy and while you KNOW he isn't trust worthy, he is the reason that Larry wants you to check in 4 times a day. Crowley tries to paint it like everything is fine and Larry pretends to believe him. Crowley is just a bit off put by Larry because you're already such an odd and resourceful individual, that he can't imagine what your father (the man who raised you) must be like and while he laughs whenever Larry promises to bring you home, Crowley slowly starts to believe him. Like, bro, he deals with a magic tablet and brought a family of old Egyptian pharaohs together, Larry Daley is getting his child back.

- Crewel is the only man in this school that Larry trusts, along with Trein, but Larry does notice that Crewel seems a lot more concerned with your safety and has a soft spot for you. Crewel will also give Larry due respect and while he's not sure about his bland outfit choices, he's very much aware that your father loves and is worried for you and so, Crewel will make sure you are well behaved and taken care off until you're able to reunite. It's bittersweet for him because he does grow to get attatched to you but soon realizes that he's never gonna be your father back home. (SPLIT CUSTODY IS ALL I'M GONNA SAY).

- Vargas: Larry hates him so much. Like in the movies, he's always snarky and closed off from people he dislikes so their conversations are always so passive aggressive. Like, Vargas is all: "Ha, no wonder you look so wimpy! Look at your dad!" and Larry is all: "First of all, they're adopted (but still my kid) so neither of us can really say anything but second of all, I went face to face with a triceratops, so, yeah. Not sure if they have those in your world, but thats pretty impressive." and Vargas just brushes him off and he HATES IT.

- Next is Trein, who is like a strict grandpa to you and one of the other teachers who get along with Larry. As a father himself, he admires Larry trying to protect you as best as he can while he's in a different world, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if his own children where stranded in a place he couldn't protect them in. So yeah, while your dad is awkward, Trein tries to help him out and ease both his and your anxieties. I also can totally see Dexter the Cappuchin Monkey and Lucius fighting across the mirror.

- Sam is one that Larry doesn't see to often aside from Larry trying to find old spells in old archives that require magical ingredients that he doesn't know about so he'll ask Sam about them or see if he can find any suitable substitutes and Sam will do it of course, for a fee. He really admires your dad's dedication but he also admires the relationship and bond you two have. Yeah, you might come into his shop to rant about how protective he is and some other flaws but you love him dearly. Sometimes he'll throw in a few freebies because at the end of the day, you two just want to be with each other again.

NOW LET'S TALK ABOUT SOME STUDENTS AND HOW I FEEL LIKE INTERACTIONS WITH THEM WOULD GO.

Now back to some general headcanons:

- Okay so have you guys seen the Stuart Little movies? Where he has a bunch of ladders and stuff around the room because he's small and can't get to places faster, thats kinda what you have to do for Jedediah and Octavius. They sleep on your nightstand after Deuce and Jack either made tiny beds for them or you made them in a wood work class or something.

- I can also totally see that after the first winter break, your first year friends bring back some old childhood toys that maybe Jedediah and Octavius can use to help or to help them travel faster around the campus.

- Deuce brought back an old remote controlled Magic Wheel (the motorcycle thing he likes) and gave it to them so not only can they ride around in style but they also have a tendency to drive recklessly and trip over poor unsuspecting students who are just trying to walk to their class. They'll do it especially if they mess with you.

- Ace brings them back like, tiny weapons from his old toy soldiers and stuff and while they might not do much, he just thinks its so funny how serious Octavius is when he's all: "Thank you, Child of Trappola, for I now have an arsenal to defend Fort Ramshackle!" and Jedediah rolling his eyes.

- You try to keep them on higher ground, especially due to the rats but I love the idea that when you're away on classes and you trust them not to do anything stupid, they're riding around on Grim and throwing toy spears at any rats running around and defending their home. Like to them, it's an intense battle where they could possibly die but to the ghosts, it looks like they're just annoying the rats that they eventually just give up and leave because they're so annoying and rambunctious.

- Out of all of your friends, they like to use Jack as a mode of transportation. After all, he's HUGE and when they sit on his shoulders, they're absolutely amazed by how much they can see. Jack tries his best to remember they're on his shoulders but if a class is really boring and he forgets, he'll lean on one shoulder which causes them to lose balance and almost fall but hed got quick reflexes and apologizes to them.

- THE WAY EPEL AND THEM WOULD GET ALONG. Like, Epel will walk in all roughed up because he got into a fight and walk past you to rant to Jedediah and Octavius and talk about how some kids were picking on him for being cute and little and Jed and Oct are all: "YA BETTER HAVE SHOWN 'EM THAT WHAT FOR!" and Epel is all: "COURSE I DID!" and you just sigh because you know that Vil is gonna ask to keep Epel away from your "little raggedy friends".

- BELIEVE IT OR NOT, SEBEK ACTUALLY RESPECTS YOUR LITTLE CREW. Especially after he finds out you want to be a Night Gaurd and mistakes your words and believes that you come from a family of noble gaurdians who keep the ancient relics of your world safe (which is kinda true but its not that dramatic) and when he sees you defend yourself with a mere flashlight, you become his idol.

- IN NIGHT OF THE MUSEUM TWO, THERE'S THIS SCENE THAT FITS PERFECTLY WITH YOU AND SEBEK FIRST MEETING, HERE'S THE LINK BUT GO TO 1:57 BUT THAT'S HOW I IMAGINE YOUR FIRST MEETING WITH SEBEK GOES.

You, whispering as your faces are squished together: "Listen, fae boy, you do not know who you're dealing with. I've seen things in my world, stuff you can't even imagine."

Sebek, whispering back: "Like what kind of stuff?"

You: "I'm not gonna tell you, but you're gonna drop your sword-"

Sebek: "The way you said it just made it sound like you were gonna say something really cool-"

You: "Yeah, you don't get to hear it, drop the sword-"

- OKAY BUT YOU BEING DEEMED THE NIGHT GAURD OF NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE. Like idk, maybe you don't need as much sleep as everyone or during weekends, you just hibernate and then survive on naps and energy drinks throughout the week (it's such an unhealthy habit, all of the Dorm Leaders are concerned and Vil might trick you into drinking a sleeping potion if your eyebags get too prominent) but I love the idea that the bullying rates go down. Hell, even the Savanahclaw dorm kids don't try to start with as many fights with you around because they know you'll finish them with your flashlight. Like they're all cornering you and you blind one of them temporarily before you do some cool fighting moves. Your quick wit and training as a night gaurd is the only thing you've got to give you an edge in this world and by God are you gonna use it.

-And even if that fails you, you've got friends who've got your back. Like you get cornered by some bullies and then they feel something stab their feet and Jed and Octavius are bravely stabbing their shoes and the students are hopping around in pain.

- But yeah, the Night Gaurd in you just makes you walks around Night Raven College and look at all the various statues and history and you read and do your research on Twisted Wonderland.

- Like in the first movie, the thing Larry did after his first wild night at the museum was do research and by God, do you dedicate yourself to doing research on Twisted Wonderland and the study of magic.

- ALSO MALLEUS JOINING YOU DURING YOUR LATE NIGHT PATROLS OF YOUR SCHOOL GROUNDS and telling you everything there is to know about the magic here. You know how Ahkmenrah calls Larry "Gaurdian of Brooklyn"? I feel like instead of Child of Man, Malleus would call you "Gaurdian of the Night" because you tell him that's your dad's job and you want to fill in his shoes.

- MALLEUS AND SEBEK TRYING TO GET YOU TO JOIN HIS GAURDS BUT YOUR DUTY IS TO EVERYONE BUT HE'S ALL: "You know, just in case you might have to stay for longer, there will always be a spot in my court for you. As either my gaurd or my spouse-"

- "What was that last part?"

- "What?"

Feel Free to Send in any Thoughts/Asks/or Questions about this AU!

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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everyone but her pt.8

a/n: time for a dance! we're slowly getting more of reader's backstory, and we even get a bit of Feelings. and even *gasp* a little smooch

Word Count: 4.4k Warnings: light swearing Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist) Tag List: @extinctspino @basichextechml @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @jinxscatbomb @awolfcsworld @n0p35 @suzhiman @gengen64 @eclipsesmoonshine14 @asters-abditory @alexkolax @thenextdawn @cacciatricediartemide @cozwaenot

“Be honest, which one?”

You held up both the black and blue dress shirts you had brought with you. Nicky didn’t give you an answer - he knew you needed help - and you sighed before tossing them back down on the chair behind you. The dance was in two days, you needed to know what you were wearing.

“The theme is blue,” you mused as you looked at the shirts once again. “But if I know anything about Wednesday - which I do - she’s going to wear black.”

The heart monitor beeped three times. What does that even mean, you thought with a frown.

“I could wear the blue shirt and my stunning black vest and tie, but then I wouldn’t exactly be matching Wednesday,” you said.

Two breaths from the ventilator. Continue, it said.

“Or I could wear my black shirt and blue tie, but I don’t have a blue vest or suspenders so it would be a little lackluster.”

One heart monitor spike.

“Or maybe a black vest and black shirt wouldn’t be too shabby,” you mumbled to yourself. “What do you think? Blue shirt, or black?”

Two heart monitor spikes. You smiled and grabbed the blue shirt, tossing it off to the side so you could focus on the black one.

“Now the tie. Black or blue?”

One spike. You nodded as you threw the blue tie off to the side as well, now looking down at the black shirt and tie.

“Final question; vest, yes or no?”

One last spike. Asshole, you thought with a roll of your eyes as you stared at the ensemble your brother had assembled for you. You weren’t entirely convinced it was going to look as nice as he thought it would. You can’t even see, asshole, you internally mocked him as you picked up the pieces of the outfit.

“I’m putting this on and having Nurse Jackie give me her opinion,” you told Nicky. “You can’t be trusted.”

You walked off to the bathroom - you didn't bother closing the door all the way - and got to work putting your outfit on. The shoes had been left at home, but they didn't really matter. Your fingers pulled at the harness to tighten it and a small grunt escaped your lips at the action. It made you feel claustrophobic and your chest tightened, but at least you could fit the shirt over everything. The vest slipped on easily and you half-assedly fixed your tie before walking out of the bathroom.

"Hey Nurse Jackie!" You called out. It took only a moment before her head popped into the doorway. "What do you think?"

"Hmm." She walked fully into the room and lifted her hand to her chin. "Do a spin?"

You did as instructed, stopping for a few seconds after every movement so she could judge. Occasionally she would let out hums of thought, but otherwise said nothing. It felt odd to be spun around like something on display - even though you did ask for her opinion - and you exhaled slowly once she had you stop.

“Do you have a different tie?” She asked slowly.

“Told you,” you instantly shot back at Nicky.

“Let me see it,” Nurse Jackie said around a soft laugh.

You shot another glare at Nicky before walking off to find the tie. Almost instantly, you regretted throwing it across the room. Not that the room was so big you couldn’t find it, but you still had to play a bit of hide-and-seek before you found it partially under Nicky’s bed.

The joints in your back complained as you stood back up. With a grimace, you held the blue tie in your mouth as you roughly yanked the black one off. You dropped the black one and started retying the blue one, situating it underneath the black vest before you stood before Nurse Jackie once again.

“Definitely the blue,” Nurse Jackie said without hesitation. “It’s a lovely contrast.”

“I told you so,” you mumbled as you shot Nicky another look. His heart monitor spiked three times. Ha ha ha.

“Have something special planned?” She asked once you started loosening the tie.

“The school dance is on Saturday,” you explained as your fingers expertly worked the fabric.

“Do you have a date?” She asked again.

Most would have thought it a prying question, but you had known Nurse Jackie for the past three years. She had been diligent in her care for Nicky, and she was just sweet on top of that. Much more like a fun aunt than a nurse, if you were being honest, but that’s what made the whole situation so much easier to palate.

“I do.” A smile lit up your face. “She’s really-”

-you were interrupted by your phone ringing. No one should have been calling you today, everyone knew you were at the hospital. They knew you usually weren’t in the mood to talk, why would they even be calling? You leaned over to look at the screen and instantly felt your stomach drop.

Incoming Call:

Kristi

Every single thought in your head vanished and every fiber of your being froze as you stared at the screen. Your fight-or-flight response activated instantly as the ringing continued to echo through the room. It interspersed with the heart monitor and ventilator to create a cacophony of panic inducing noise. But you watched that phone ring until it stopped, displaying the one missed call on the screen.

You blinked slowly, just once, before looking back up at Nurse Jackie with the best fake smile you could muster.

“She’s really something else,” you said. You turned to look at Nicky for a second before back at Nurse Jackie. “If Nicky doesn’t watch out, I’ll get more women than he ever did.”

Nurse Jackie chuckled lightheartedly at your comment. You just stood there and smiled and tried to forget the name still etched into your phone.

—---

The knock on your door was almost painfully loud as you rushed to throw it open, tripping over your shoes and other articles of clothing you hadn’t managed to pick up yet. Thing waltzed in as if he owned the place, freezing at the mess he probably witnessed.

“Not a word, I’m panicking,” you rushed to say as you closed the door and continued getting ready.

The dance was soon. Like, in a few hours soon, and you still had to finish ironing your clothes, wash your hair, maybe put on some makeup if you still had time at the end of it all. And that didn’t even include all the other things you needed to get ready just so you didn’t look like a complete idiot.

Thing signed to you after hopping up onto your ironing board.

“I need more than help, I need a miracle.”

He signed again, sliding to the side so you could finish ironing one of the sleeves of your shirt.

“No I’m not canceling.” You set the iron down and hung your shirt up, quickly pulling your pants onto the board next. “I can get it all done.”

Thing didn’t look convinced by your words at all. If anything, he looked like he was about to just start straightening up your room and getting everything set for you. It was sweet, you wouldn’t deny, but you didn’t need that kind of help right now. No, what you really needed was for someone to make sure no one knew how big of a disaster you were.

“I’ve got this,” you said with a sigh, putting everything on pause as you turned to look at Thing. “Just- just tell Wednesday I’ll meet her at the dance.”

He continued to look at you, and you felt the hair on your neck stand up. Even with no face, he could stare daggers into you just like Wednesday. Maybe it was an Addams thing, it wouldn’t surprise you. They all had a certain vibe to them, you were sure it had to be genetic.

But he signed back once, and you held your hand out for a fist bump before he left the room. One last look at the mess, and he was gone. Gone. He left you alone in your disaster of a room to get ready for what you could already tell would be a disaster of a dance.

You didn’t even know how to dance.

“One thing at a time,” you mumbled to yourself as you got back to ironing your pants.

It was time to boot up, and you had things to do. The moment you finished ironing your clothes, you ran to the shower to wash your hair. Shampoo got in your eyes, but you toughed through and got out just fine. You didn’t even go blind! Product, dry it, boom, perfection. Well, you weren’t entirely happy with it, but you didn’t have time to mess around.

You were pulling your pants up when your phone rang. With a hop and skip, you made your way over and accepted the call, smiling into the camera when your siblings’ faces appeared. Hailey’s face was the biggest; she must have been holding the phone.

“You ready yet?” Hailey asked; she sounded far too excited.

“Do I look ready?” You asked, finally managing to get your pants up. Where was your dress shirt?

“Your hair is a mess,” Daniel chimed in, his little voice cutting through all the other mumbling on the phone.

“Quit looking,” you shouted back. With ease, you tucked your dress shirt in and managed to button your pants up.

“You look like a banker,” Emily said with a giggle. It started a round of giggles from all the others too.

“A handsome banker though, right?” You asked. They didn’t answer, just giggled with renewed energy.

With shaking fingers, you started working on the tie. It took you a few tries, and the kids were giving you mixed advice about what they thought looked good and what didn’t. But finally you were able to pull and tighten it, adjusting it until it was straight. Well, straight as could be.

“When is the dance?” Alex asked; he looked tired, was he okay?

“In…” you stalled, picking up your phone before your eyes went wide. “Oh shit, I’m late.”

“Go to your girl!” Daniel cheered.

“Love you guys.” You blew kisses at the camera, one for each sibling you could see. “Talk to you later!”

A chorus of “byes” came out of the speaker until you ended the call, already halfway out of your door. You were late, you were so late. What if Wednesday didn’t wait for you? What if she had already considered you a lost cause and had headed back to her dorm?

Oh god no you couldn’t be late. All pride was abandoned as you sprinted across campus, down the halls and toward the dance. You passed a few other students, all of them either giving you weird looks or cheering you on, but you did your best to ignore them. It was the closest to flying you could get with your wings harnessed.

Wednesday knew she shouldn’t have agreed to go to the stupid dance with you. Not because of you, clearly, but because the whole thing was immature. A dance where everyone tried to impress everyone else, drank too much spiked punch, and acted like complete fools. Not to mention you weren’t even there yet.

Thing had assured her you would be, but you were late. Surely you would have warned her if you had changed your mind, right? There was no way you would have left her to go on her own, or even worse, with Enid. No, you surely would have warned her and given her another option.

She was on the verge of walking out when a blur flashed past her and slammed into the wall behind her. Her glare was impressive, not to brag, until she saw you shaking your head and essentially peeling yourself away from the wall. You looked like a mess - which you were actively trying to readjust and fix - but you looked… stunning.

You were wearing black.

“I’m so sorry,” you already started rambling before you had even looked up. “My siblings called and I just- holy shit.”

You had lifted your hand and were looking at Wednesday in a way that put spiders in her stomach. It's not the same look that her parents gave each other; a look like they were mere seconds from jumping each other. No, it was something different. Far more reminiscent of how Eugene looks at his bees or a shark at a seal.

“You look fantastic.” A bright smile crawled onto your lips. “Best dressed by far.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere,” Wednesday told you. Those spiders started to crawl up her throat at your words.

But she was her father’s child, and there was the slightest desire to tell you what she thought of your outfit. She would be lying to herself if she denied her surprise at you wearing black. Had you not told Enid a few nights ago that you would be wearing blue to match the theme? Yet there you were, standing before her in all black sans your tie. The vest even had a vintage pattern to match her dress.

Wednesday kept her mouth shut, opting instead to grab your hand - she ignored the blush on your cheeks and the matching heat in her own - and guiding you to the other side of the room. Out of her peripheral she saw Enid looking at her, but refused to turn her head. If Enid was going to act like herself, then Wednesday wanted to stay far away. This whole situation was bad enough.

“Do you like dancing?” You asked once Wednesday had practically cornered you both. She debated lying.

“Rarely,” she admitted. “Mainly waltz and tango.” Your mouth formed a little “o” and you nodded slowly, your eyes trailing off to the side. “Do you?”

“I- yeah, of course,” you said with a shrug. You refused to look at her. “Love a good waltz.”

Your eyes roamed out over everyone else as they danced, and Wednesday watched you. Watched the way your tongue would dart out to lick your bottom lip before you would ask her another question. Or the way your face lit up when you looked at her. Why would you be excited for her to look at you? What could possibly make you that excited, it was simply a look.

But she couldn’t stop her own heart from racing when she looked at you. There was a certain tumbling in her stomach whenever you pulled her closer with the hand that she still hadn’t released. How could she have forgotten to let go of your hand? It was unlike her; that amount of contact should have bothered her and made her skin crawl.

And yet, she found herself almost desperate for more when she realised she was practically tucked protectively into your side.

“Hey wait,” you said after far too long of Wednesday’s staring. Had you been talking to her the whole time? “I think that’s a- a waltz.”

With a tilt of her head, Wednesday finally tuned in to the music blasting around her. Yes, it seemed it was a waltz. Although your uncertainty in the fact did not bode well for her. How could you not tell the difference between a waltz or anything else? Surely you knew better.

Or possibly not, Wednesday thought with the slightest amusement to herself.

“Come on,” Wednesday practically ordered you, pulling you by the hand once again to the middle of the dance floor.

“You- you want to dance?” You asked. Wednesday just looked at you expectantly. “Aw fuck.”

It was beyond clear you hadn’t meant for Wednesday to hear that last part; the anxiety on your face gave you away anyway. If she had been a merciful being, she would have let you take her back to the other side of the room and just keep talking. But Wednesday Addams was not merciful, and she was already getting too much enjoyment from watching you flounder.

With a gulp that Wednesday could only see, not hear, you lifted her hand and pulled her closer by the waist. She would admit your stance was good, but could you dance? The look on your face told her no. But she would give you the benefit of the doubt this one time.

Oh god, she shouldn’t have.

It only took a few seconds before Wednesday started leading, and you gave in effortlessly. You were many things, but a dancer was most certainly not one of them. How you could have two left feet, she would never know. All of your grace ended in the air; just like a bird, you were useless on the ground.

Every now and then she would let you attempt to lead; had you no idea how to even attempt to dance? To save both you and her from any sort of embarrassment, she took over soon after. Although it seemed you didn’t know how to follow either, and Wednesday wasn’t sure if she should laugh or cry at your inability to do, well, any of it.

“You’ve never danced a waltz,” Wednesday said when you dipped her - fairly well, she would admit.

“I never had anyone to teach me,” you mumbled before pulling her back up a little too forcefully.

She practically fell into your arms as you held her close. Her head tilted up so she could scold you, or maybe even tease you for your lack of experience, until she realised just how close you were. Only a few inches were between your faces, to the point she could feel your breath on her cheeks. Your lips looked terribly soft. All she would really need to do was pull you down by your tie and-

“-Sorry,” you mumbled, stepping back just enough to lose the terrible closeness.

Wednesday almost missed it.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked, motioning toward the back door with your head.

Wednesday gave you one single nod, and you smiled before grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the crowd. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she turned her head to see Enid looking at you both. Enid gave you both an enthusiastic thumbs up before turning back to her own group. Why did that make her heart race?

A rush of cold air greeted you both when you finally stepped outside. It was more than welcome compared to the humid heat from all those sweaty, dancing bodies. Your hand shook in Wednesday’s before you held it tighter and started leading her away from the loud bass reverberating through the walls.

She was never one to shy away from the cold, but she found herself inching closer to you as you both walked around campus. There was a comfortable silence to be found during the walk. It was late enough for the birds to be asleep, but not too late for all the other inhabitants to be silent. If she maybe enjoyed getting to hear the sound of your breathing through the chill of the wind, she would never admit it.

“Thank you,” you said after a few minutes of comfortable silence. “For agreeing to go to the dance with me.”

“It was only to get Eugene off my back.” You both knew she was lying. No one called her out for it, you just chuckled lightly.

“Still.” You smiled down at her; could you not look at her that softly? “I appreciate it.”

“You’ll need to learn to dance before next year,” Wednesday said as she looked away. You were both slowly heading toward her dorm. “This was bad enough.”

“Next year?” You asked. Oh no.

“Yes,” she admitted even though she could feel her cheeks starting to burn. “I assume we’re going next year as well.”

“Oh.” She could practically hear the smile in your voice. “Then I’ll make sure to into some lessons.”

“No need.” Would you stop looking at her? “I’ll teach you.”

“Only if you promise not to strangle me,” you said with another light laugh. “I can’t learn if I’m dead.”

Wednesday didn’t answer you. What was she going to say? That she would never even dream of strangling you, even for the purpose of a joke? Her fingers itched to touch your neck, but not that way. A part of her wanted to feel the pulse beneath your skin, but only to feel it race when she looked into your eyes. She wanted to feel every reaction your body would give her.

“Wait, before we go inside.” You stopped, keeping her rooted in the spot as you dug your phone out of your pocket. “I promised my kid brother a picture.” You pulled it out but froze, looking down at Wednesday once again with something more anxiety filled than excited. “Do you mind?”

She took her time making the decision. Did she mind? People rarely took photos of her, and that was something she took pride in. The fewer people that saw her, the better. But you… she wouldn’t mind a picture with you. Maybe if she was sneaky enough about it, she could get a copy of it to keep for herself.

Not that she wanted it that badly.

With a single shake of her head, your smile came back. A shiver ran down her spine as you wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her closer. You held your phone up and smiled, and though Wednesday would kill anyone if they brought it up, she gave her own small smile. Not like yours, of course, but a smile nonetheless.

She might as well give your brother something to talk about.

Your breath hitched when you looked at the picture - she missed the warmth of your hand on her waist - and your eyes darted to where she was standing. There was a question there, and though Wednesday was good at reading people, she had no idea what it was. Why didn’t you just ask your question? Get it over with and ask, you both knew you wanted to.

“Thank you,” you said anyway.

“Show it to anyone except your brother, and I’ll shove it down your throat,” Wednesday threatened.

“I know.” Your smile was far too soft for the threat she had ushered.

This time, Wednesday reached out and grabbed your hand as you finished the walk to her dorm. Her fingers intertwined with yours this time, and you gave her hand a gentle squeeze once they settled. Your hand was warm; had anyone ever told you that? Soft too, though she could feel the calluses that contradicted the rest of you. You were far too gentle of a person, what could you possibly be doing with calluses?

“Here we are,” you said as you both stopped in front of Wednesday’s door.

Enid had already let Wednesday know that she wouldn’t be back until late. This was her time to shine, she had said, and Wednesday very clearly wasn’t going to argue. It would be a nice change to have a few hours of silence in the room. A part of her wanted to invite you in. Would that be too presumptuous? To invite you to her empty room after a dance?

Would you even want to come in? Yes, you had asked her to the dance, but everyone knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Neither one of you had really even stayed long, so did the standards still count? Did they still exist? She didn’t know, but the thought of inviting you in twisted her stomach into knots, and not in the pleasant way.

“Can I bring you coffee in the morning?” You asked.

Was this another one of your outings? Wednesday still adamantly refused to use the word date; her parents had ruined that word for her. But this was one of them, wasn’t it? Promises of coffee after a night at the dance. That was what most high school girls craved, was it not?

Instead, she gave you a single nod, and you nodded back in return.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow morning with coffee,” you said.

You went to pull away, but Wednesday tightened her grip on your hand. A furrow appeared between your brows as you looked down at your still intertwined hands. What are you doing, your eyes told her. This isn’t our usual arrangement. She knew. She knew, but she wanted to try something.

She hoped you ignored the shaking in her hands as she lifted your hand up, only millimeters from her lips. Only a fraction of a second of hesitation, and she brought your hand up the rest of the way. Her heart was pounding out of her chest as she left a single, lingering kiss on your knuckles. Did you know she could feel the scars on your knuckles? It was utterly fascinating.

You let out a shaky exhale when she lowered your hand, finally untangling her fingers from yours. There was a look in your eyes, this time more than similar to the look her mother gave her father. But she couldn’t say anything, because she knew she was looking at you just as her father did her mother.

Oh how the universe loved to make her eat her own words.

“Don’t forget the coffee,” Wednesday said in such a small voice that it disgusted her.

“I won’t.” Your voice was just as small, just as shaky.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Wednesday.”

She practically ran into her room, essentially throwing the door shut behind her. It felt like her heart was going to claw it’s way up her throat and out of her mouth. Why was it pumping so fast? Why had she kissed your knuckles? Oh god, what if that was a mistake and now you were going to hold it over her forever?

Thumping got her attention, and she turned her head to see Thing standing on the desk. He signed to her in furious excitement.

“Mention this to anyone, and I will separate you joint by joint,” Wednesday threatened.

He just gave her a simple thumbs up as she let her head fall into her hands. She was never going to live this down.

But she would do it again in a heartbeat.

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Fluent Freshman - Part 21

“What made you think taking on a mafia hitman was a good idea?” Andrew asks as he and FF were positioning themselves the best the could for an ambush on Romero.

Since, they APPARENTLY had time to talk.

Romero had gotten the text Andrew had sent him and INSTEAD of coming out right away to progress the whole SCHEME to kidnap and murder Andrew’s Junkie like any sensible goon Romero went to the BAR. Romero went to the Bar to get him and Jackson a round of CELEBRATORY drinks. Romero is still there at the bar waiting to be served by an INCREDIBLY nervous Roland if the number of exclamation marks and puking emojis is to be believed.

What the FUCK is there to celebrate?

These two idiots want to kidnap NEIL and so far the only thing Romero knows (thinks) that they’ve caught are two people that Neil would come for but even in Andrew’s text he’d been clear that he needed help getting ‘The boyfriend and the new friend’ to talk let alone getting them to call ‘The Wesninski Brat’ out. Andrew had hated typing the name in reference to Neil but it was the only thing the two ever referred to him as in their chats.

Is it some insane mental game that Romero thought he and Jackson were going to play on Andrew and Smith? Toasting to their torture so they’d give up Neil? Who knows.

He realizes that FF hasn’t answered him, his eyes focused on the door when Andrew’s thoughts had drifted. A reliable guy, steady in a pinch, and focused like most the others weren’t.

(Andrew does not know that FF is thinking about how one would go about becoming a Mafia Hitman. What is that career path like? Do they show up at job fairs? Do you get a job as a short order cook at a business that acts as a front and see to much but you’re also the only one that knows the secret spaghetti recipe the boss likes so you have to sign yourself to the family? Are you out doing your own freelance crime and someone higher up sees your work one day and literally head hunts you? Is it like in Saw where you survive an ordeal and then-)

“Smith?” Andrew draws FF’s attention away from the door.

“I didn’t think it was a good idea at any point.” FF says and Andrew is surprised by the admission and is more surprised by the twist of FF’s lips into a frown, “I just did what I thought I needed to do.” He adds.

(Andrew does not know that the twist of FF’s lips has more to do with the fact that he is realizing that Romero likely STILL has not washed his hands. Romero hasn’t washed his hands and he is going to hand Jackson a DRINK with those hands. Ugh. Honestly a contract killer AND someone who doesn’t wash his hands? Who RAISED him? What does his grandma think of this? FF hopes she’s disappointed in him.)

“You thought you needed to lure a hitman into an alley?” Andrew asks because the plan is stupid even if so far it has worked out for FF. The fact that Romero hadn’t just come out when he sent Jackson the signal is only due to FF’s good luck and their stupidity.

“I didn’t have a lot of time to think up anything more than the first plan I thought of. I saw him looking at Nicky on the dance floor.” FF says with another twist of his lips as he self-consciously rubbed at his cheek. It’s never fun to have someone who has time to pick apart a plan that you barely had time to form. Andrew can understand the irritation and is glad that FF isn’t lashing out at him for it.

(Andrew does not know that FF is not irritated he is just remembering that he had held up his broken toilet bowl phone to his face to pretend call Captain Neil. He’s contemplating asking if Andrew maybe possibly has a wet wipe? Actually the murder van probably has bleach to clean up evidence, maybe he can just dip his face in there for like a minute.)

“Don’t use a plan where you martyr yourself. I already have to deal with Neil’s bullshit tendencies.” Andrew says instead of thanking him. “You should have just called me.” He says.

FF just holds up his phone, “Dropped into a club toilet. Completely unusable.” He says and yeah that makes sense. FF would have probably just texted Andrew but coming out and seeing a hitman going after Nicky probably made it impossible for the freshman to go get help without drawing all the attention to himself first if he wanted to make sure Nicky stayed safe.

Still.

“You dropped it into a toilet? You haven’t even had anything tonight.” He says because that clumsiness is not something he expects from FF.

“You try taking a pee next to someone on the FBI’s most wanted list and see how dry your palms remain when he’s talking about grabbing one of Captain Neil’s friends to lure him out.” He says with a brow raised.

That’s fair.

He figures that Romero hadn’t even noticed FF standing there. FF was incredibly good at just making himself unnoticeable (to Andrew’s occasional great annoyance and to Kevin’s great desire to study him for Exy related purposes).

“You recognized him?” He asks.

FF’s gaze slides to him, “I looked up a lot about the Foxes after I signed.” FF answers before his gaze slides back to the door. Roland had just texted Andrew that he’s getting Romero’s drinks ready (Two bud lites. Those are the celebratory drinks he waited for?? Embarrassing.) “I really looked up to Captain Neil. So, I read a lot more about him than anyone else.” FF admits but the fact that FF looked up to Neil was not in any way shape or form a secret.

FF was the only one who was ALWAYS paying attention to whatever Neil was saying and never argued with it. Even Andrew tended to just get lost in the sound of Neil’s voice when he’s going over Exy plays and not actually listen to the plan. FF’s eyes were always right on Neil and his actions on the court showed that he had been paying attention and knew what he was doing. Kevin also listened but he tended to fight Neil on the finer details of plays, strategy or anything else. FF was the one who would just nod and do his part in whatever possible play Neil had broken down for them.

FF was also categorically incapable of referring to Neil as anything other than Captain Neil.

Neil had bristled early on at it. He had thought it was a mocking title, something FF was saying to rile him up because that’s what Freshman Foxes did. That’s what Freshman Foxes always do. FF slid into the team without a whisper of rebellion and it hadn’t taken long to realize that FF was using the title with sincerity even if his monotone did not perfectly convey that.

It’d been that sincerity and that ease that had FF be the only option he’d considered when Bee said he should consider expanding his friend pool.

So if FF looked a little deeper into Neil’s past and sees Neil’s part in it as something to respect, something to admire?

Well, he personally thought he always had great taste in people. (He ignores the voice in his head that sounds like Nicky complaining about Kevin still not knowing German despite it being the family language.)

“You sure you don’t want one of my knives or the knife Jackson had?” It was pretty big and Andrew didn’t think it would work well with his general style but maybe FF could use it somehow. He was uneasy that FF was going into this fight unarmed. FF still hadn’t talked about how he’d taken out Jackson when the man had a knife like that.

“Do I look like Crocodile Dundee to you?” FF asks with a raised eyebrow and Andrew has to pause a moment for the movie to load into his brain before he offers an amused quirk of his own lips.

FF is a funny guy.

His phone dings. “He’s on his way.”

***

Aside from thinking about how nice the conversation he was having with his friend Andrew (his friend! His friend Andrew! God how is he going to admit to Gran that Andrew was never planning on stabbing him? She threatened to come over and square off with the ‘mean young man’ bullying him. He’s gotta go grab the makings for a secondary pie to even start to make up for this. Maybe Andrew would prefer a cobbler? He should ask his friend his preferences.) he was thinking about how he really wished they hadn’t had a cut away from Gracie Hart showing all the various forms of self defense she knows in the movie.

He had no idea if he could do a repeat performance of S.I.N.G. with Romero.

It’d be nice to have a few more things in his repertoire because all he has is striking Romero with the heel of his hand in the nose, getting grabbed from behind to throw him over his shoulder (which what if Romero is shorter than him? How will THAT work. Gracie Hart guide my steps!), and of course S.I.N.G.

If he survives this he might write a letter to the writer.

The door opens and honestly FF and Andrew agreed that surprise and speed were going to be their best weapons. The two of them go in for a full body tackle but Romero must just be a higher class goon than Jackson was since he manages to body them away. The door shuts which is mostly what they wanted anyways. Romero can’t go back in and grab someone to use as a shield.

He sees Andrew pull out his knives and now FF realizes that any level of threatening Andrew had done before must have mostly been in jest or just as intimidation. When Andrew wants to stab someone it’s obvious that he’s aiming to stab them.

Romero manages to parry Andrew’s first stab with a move that FF had seen on the ‘how to handle someone coming at you with a knife’ videos. FF sees Romero go in to bash one of the Bud Lite bottles over Andrew’s head so he launches his water bottle at Romero’s hand. The bottle falls and shatters harmlessly on the ground.

He kicks Romero’s other hand since the water bottle bought him time to get close. “You fucking brat!” Romero hisses.

He sees Romero reaching for something at the same time Andrew is going in for the second round of stabbing. Romero dodges out of the way but FF can see what might actually for real be an entire gun concealed in his jacket.

He can see Romero going for it. Sees the same smile on his face he’d seen inside as his hand wraps around the handle.

FF doesn’t think.

FF doesn’t think because if he does he’ll freeze.

So FF acts.

“Gun!” He yells and runs full force tackling Romero as hard as he can but unfortunately he tackles Romero into Andrew.

The three of them grapple on the ground. It’s hard to keep track of what limb is who’s and he’s pretty sure he’s accidentally hit Andrew a few times instead of Romero but he’s also pretty sure that Andrew punched him in the stomach so he thinks they’re equal. Finally FF gets a hand on the gun that Romero had been trying to get the safety off of and he knocks it out of Romero’s hand. “You kids will-“

Romero doesn’t get to say anything else because Andrew manages to land a punch right to his jaw that has Romero go limp under the two of them. They look at one another and Andrew manages to pull the handcuffs they’d purloined out of the Van while they were waiting off of the belt loop they were hooked onto and gets them around Romero’s wrists.

They stare down at the second unconscious man on the FBI’s most wanted list in the alley.

Then they roll off of him and onto their backs. Both of them wheezing from a combination of exertion, adrenaline, and (at least in FF’s case) a fair amount of pain (Christ Andrew packs a PUNCH his stomach is already sensitive. It’s a miracle that punch hadn’t made him puke.)

“That was…so stupid.” Andrew pants.

“Yeah probably.” FF admits.

They lay there for about a minute and FF thinks that maybe someone will need to carry him because his stomach is KILLING HIM with all this.

“Alright let’s-“

Andrew is sitting up and looking at him when he stops talking.

FF doesn’t really know what the issue is but starts to sit up, “Don’t you DARE.” Andrew hisses and FF finds himself being pushed back down to the ground to lay flat. “Don’t move Smith.” He demands and is pulling his phone out of his pocket as he keeps a hand on FF’s shoulder.

FF doesn’t really understand what’s got Andrew so upset all the sudden. “Andrew, what’s-“ he tries to sit up again. Is there a third person and Andrew wants him to keep down? There’s not really cover here they should move towards the dumpster maybe?

“Smith, I told you to not move.” Andrew hisses before whoever he’s calling seems to pick up. “I need police and an ambulance. We’re at Eden’s Twilight in the back alley.” He looks to FF, “What’s your blood type?” He asks.

FF has NO idea.

“I don’t know.” He answers and Andrew makes a disgusted sound. “Andrew, what’s-“

Then he sees it.

He doesn’t quite get how he missed it before now.

“Huh.” He hears himself say.

That’s Andrew’s knife handle sticking out of his stomach.

It appears that Andrew Minyard may have stabbed him in the stomach.

“Well, that’s about what I expected.” He says and lets his head rest against the pavement.

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𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞.

nepenthe \ nɪˈpɛnθi \ (n.) - anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, especially of sorrow or trouble.

❆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: collegeau!gojo satoru x fem!reader ❆ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: parties at shoko's always gave you something to look forward to ❆ 𝐰𝐜: 3.1k ❆ 𝐚/𝐧: soft launching a college au ♡ let me know if you like it hehe ❆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: suggestive. reader consumes (a lot) of alcohol ( do not do what reader does xox)

“it’ll be soooo fun, honey, i think we should go”

satoru’s voice was saccharine and encouraging, not even hinting at his secret motive to get you out of the house and to shoko’s party.

it’s been a long week, you thought. there would be nothing worse, perhaps, than crowding into shoko’s apartment and losing to her and suguru in a round of beer pong.

you lazily looked up from your studies to satoru, who was sitting on your bed cuddling a stuffed animal he gave you some time ago. he met your gaze with a stupid smile of his. it wasn’t his words that convinced you, it was probably his dimples.

“fine. only for a little bit, satoru, i have some stuff to finish up for class”

“just say the word, baby”

you and satoru got ready for the party, with the same routine you always do. he suggests the same playlist he always plays, which is full of what he dubs ‘bad bitch music.’ something about being in a bad bitch mentality before you go out raises your confidence? you stopped listening at some point, between nicki minaj songs that he hums along to while you put your makeup on.

“don’t you look cute,” he teases.

“you’re drooling there, satoru”

“mmm, is it really that obvious?”

“do you think this outfit is too much, though?”

“i can fight”

“i don’t mean it like that, stupid,” you give him a playful smack on the side.

he hushes your giggles with a quick kiss, and you feel his smile against yours. you can’t help but snake your arms around his waist to pull him even closer.

“you look beautiful, love,” he hums, “c’mon, we’re gonna be late”

with a quick tap on your butt and a pinch in his side, the two of you leave your dorm and head to shoko’s.

seems like anyone you’ve ever interacted with was poured into her tiny apartment, and the music blaring from every direction made it impossible for greetings. you and satoru resorted to a quick wave to the guests you made eye contact with before wandering through the crowd to find shoko.

satoru holds the small of your back to guide you through everyone, his tall stature being a beacon to find your host.

suguru finds you before that, though, giving your boyfriend a shove before greeting you with a warm embrace. he hands you a drink of unknown origin or contents with a smile before walking off. “let me know when you two want to get your asses handed to you at pong,” he yelled over the music.

“oh, fuck off, suguru,” your boyfriend laughed behind you, “go get next, so we can show you how it’s done”

satoru hurried you along as you sipped the drink suguru gave you, realizing it was a little too strong for your liking. but you thought a little harder about it, and concluded that getting drunk would do wonders for the stress building up in your system.

bottoms up, you thought, and you pounded it away before even reaching shoko.

and you’re glad you did, because she was incredibly wasted when you found her. she greets you and satoru with a big hug, blabbering about how excited she was to see you both and how much she loves you.

she hands you another drink of unknown origin and content, and you think nothing of it and drink it too. surrounded by those you love and trust the most, there was really no harm in doing it.

“let’s dance a little, hm?”

satoru pulls your hand this time towards the lump of people moving in tune to the music. there wasn’t a designated dance floor of any kind, but it’s almost instinctual for people to dance if given the opportunity.

you take more sips of your drink to loosen you up a bit.

“i thought you hated dancing, satoru”

your boyfriend navigates through a myriad of moving, sweaty bodies before he twirls you around on his hand to face him properly.

“i do, but i know how much you love it,” he teased back.

you didn’t–at least not like this. only if you were drunk. it hits you when your feet start to move that you’re a little in over your head.

your body happened to move before your mind could catch up. god, when did you become such a lightweight? two drinks in and you’re dancing already?

satoru pulled you close, and then pushed you far, swaying and dancing in time to whatever rhythm the speakers were spitting out. you could barely keep up with him, but shit, you were having the time of your life.

he pulled you to his hips, lining you up away from him, grabbing your waist in his big hands as the two of you bumped and grinded. seems like the whole world managed to stop, or clear out even, as satoru pulled you closer to him. one of his hands got a little searchy, moving up and down your body as he buried his face into your neck.

god, this felt good.

the alcohol only made it stronger. it felt like every inch of your skin was lined with nerves that satoru knew how to push just right, just the way you liked. it was electric, but in the best way possible. you felt his smile against your skin as he peppered kisses along your neck, still guiding your hips against his own with one of his hands to sway to the beat along with you.

you could stay like this forever, and you wished you could.

you turned your head around to meet his lips halfway, which he gladly accommodated. careful not to move your body away from where it was, you quickly and sloppily reached up for satoru’s lips, eager to be closer to him in any way you could. “mmm, what’s gotten into you tonight, love?” satoru pulled away between breaths, not missing a beat to sway with. he dared not move his hand off your hip, but let the other rest comfortably on your jaw to support you more.

“i could say the same to you, loverboy”

satoru smiles the same shit-eating grin he frequently does, usually when he’s got you right where he wants you. in the moment, and with your clouded mind, you’re deluded to think that it’s the other way around.

“i think you’ve had too much to drink,” he mumbles.

“i think you don’t know what you’re talking about,”

you shut him up with another kiss, and satoru giggles into your mouth but doesn’t seem to stop you. he continues to grind into you and needily shove his tongue further and further into your mouth. your head fills with all kind of thoughts, murkily racing through all your options for what this man was making you feel.

“hey, lovebirds,” suguru’s voice booms above the music, snapping you and satoru out of your trance.

“hm?” satoru lazily asks back.

“are you two playing or what? table’s free,”

you peek behind satoru to see shoko and suguru standing by the beer pong table, both of them obviously incredibly drunk. suguru can hide it way better than shoko, but at this point you have a way of knowing.

“coming,” you shout back at him, laughing.

satoru pulls you in for one more kiss, hungry for any last tastes of you he can soak up before you re-enter reality.

“let’s go kick their ass,” he says.

you barely hear him. it takes a moment to register, anyways, but by the time it does, satoru’s given you a smack on your butt and he’s leading you by the small of your back to the table.

shoko hands you another drink.

the drunker you are, the better you shoot, and you and satoru have the beer pong game of your lives, effectively dethroning shoko and suguru on the first go.

their attempts to throw you off fall flat, and satoru showers you in praise and affection with every ball sunk in the red solo cups.

the alcohol in your system, the adrenaline of winning, and praise from the man you loved the most–it all was too much. you reached a strange, comforting, yet familiar nirvana that made you feel on top of the world.

this euphoria, it was new, but it was peace. pure and utter peace.

something must’ve been contagious and in the air, because satoru couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night. pretty much since you left the house, he’s been glued to you in some way. holding your hand, attaching himself to your ass, holding the small of your back–he acted as if not touching you at all times would kill him instantly.

you all shook hands with one another, congratulating each other on a game well played. satoru and suguru cannot be civil about anything, so you and shoko laugh about something while the boys criticize the other to no end.

“whatever,” satoru shrugs, “i’m not taking this from second place,”

he turns to you quickly.

“do you want to get some fresh air?”

the room looked fuzzy, and it all started to feel like slow motion by the time you understood what he was saying.

he took your lack of response as a yes, knowing you better than you know yourself at times.

“running away from defending your title, satoru?” suguru’s laugh echoed in the small room to the two of you, as satoru shuffled you towards the back door.

satoru doesn’t turn around to yell back to his friend, “being a sore loser doesn’t look good on you~”

your feet moved before you could tell them to, being pushed by satoru to the chilly balcony attached to shoko’s apartment.

you immediately sat on the floor of the balcony, while satoru leaned on the rails. it was cold enough that his breath was visible.

“you cold, babe?”

satoru must’ve felt your eyes burning a hole into him, as he looked down to see you with your arms crossed on the ground.

you closed your eyes so the world would stop spinning.

“i’m okay,” you mumbled back. it was hard to form full sentences at this point, as you felt like you were talking before you were sure of what was gonna come out of your mouth.

you felt satoru sit next to you on the ground, placing his arm around you to bring you close to him.

he doesn’t drink himself–hates it, actually, but satoru could never turn down a party. he was all for other people getting drunk, though, especially his sweet girlfriend who was notoriously bad at holding her alcohol.

you open your eyes to look at him, your vision still a little fuzzy. satoru seemed to have a glow about him when you drank. it took everything in you not to confess everything running through your mind at the moment. you weren’t sure if you wanted to fuck him, marry him, or fall asleep on this balcony in his arms. it was fair game for any of the three. you opted to stare at him instead.

he smiled, and his dimples made their appearance once again.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“i love you”

he chuckled and stroked your shoulder to soothe you.

“i know, baby. i love you too”

you’ve been dating for a while. you’ve said those words more than you could count. something about how he said it now was so genuine, so honest, and so satoru. you were fit to burst.

it all made you shy. the best you could do was stare off the balcony and into the darkness of the night. you’d lost track of time, of your worries, of all the stress slowly accumulating in your system.

satoru didn’t mind.

he wasn’t one to break the silence, anyways. he continued to rub your shoulder, humming some tune that he was fixated on at the time.

you loved him. you loved him, you loved him. what comfort there was in loving someone who would do anything for you. who loved you back. who held you gently in his arms as you faded in and out of reality.

he would do it a million times over. anything you asked, one million times over. he was obsessed with you. obsessed with knowing you, with loving you, with sitting in silence with you for the rest of your days. he was ready to sit in silence through all stages of your lives together, holding you in his arms as he drew gentle circles on your arm.

he’d be content with that. more than content, actually–maybe the luckiest man in the world.

“let’s blow this joint”

“mm?” you could barely keep your head up.

“ah, you’ve had a lot to drink, love, let’s get you home”

“okay~” you giggle back at him.

“can you hold on to me?”

satoru picks you up to your feet and holds onto you as you walk back inside. the two of you say your goodbyes, giving shoko and suguru two big hugs as you tell them how much you love them. the alcohol in your system had you in a grip to tell everyone how much they meant to you.

your sweet boyfriend was no exception.

he held your hand on the walk home as you swung it back and forth with your stride. you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of him.

“you’re so pretty, satoru”

it sounded like you were on the verge of tears, and he wasn’t sure whether to cry with you or laugh. the best he could do was entertain it.

“oh, thank you, love”

“i love you”

“i know you do, i love you too!”

“no way”

that one seemed to get him, and he muffled a laugh quickly.

“way. it’s crazy, right?”

you thought for a bit before responding.

“yeahh~ so crazy”

satoru could barely contain himself. he didn’t like to bring out this side of you when you drank, but you were so doting and honest, his ego always got the better of him. he couldn’t get enough of it. he didn’t think he’d ever get used to hearing that you loved him.

he hummed his tune, admiring the stars in the sky as you walked to your dorm. you joined in humming, off-beat and a little out of tune. if the universe were as kind as it had been to him so far, satoru hoped that you and him would be stars in the afterlife. he imagined you’d be next to one another, love forever stained in the infinite together.

it was the type of love people named constellations after. and there was a certain beauty in that satoru couldn’t put his finger on. he wanted to soak it up as much as possible.

satoru helped you back into your dorm, where he carefully got you both into your pajamas for the night.

“i love you, i love you,” was all you could say to him as he gently took off your makeup, washing your face after as he’d watch you do every night.

he didn’t outwardly say he knew your routine, but all the nights spent admiring you doing it on your own had burned into his mind. anything you did he found himself memorizing, committing it all to his memory so he can love and know you more and more.

“i love you too, honey” was the only thing he could say back to you, each one breaking his resolve a little bit more each time. he couldn’t decide if he wanted to kiss you all over, laugh, or cry. he wasn’t usually this emotional, but his soft spot for you crumbled with every ‘i love you’ that you said like a prayer.

he cared for your hair, gently brushing it out and fastening it in a way it wouldn’t knot. he scooped you out of bed to carry you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter to brush your teeth for you.

“say ahh,” he giggled, and you could barely hold it together as you obeyed. your eyelids felt like sandbags, and you found yourself so content that you were slipping in and out of consciousness as satoru took care of you.

he placed you softly back in bed before grabbing water for you.

“i need you to drink this for me, baby”

you take big sips of the glass of water, the cool liquid soothing your nerves and the headache forming as the buzz wears off.

“very good, i’m proud of you,”

“i love you, satoru, you’re so pretty” you haven’t opened your eyes for a while. you said this out into the ether, hoping they’d collide with him wherever he was.

“am i now? thank you, love," he giggled. you were so adorable, he could barely stand it. he moved his hands to cup your face, slowly stroking your cheek and moving up towards your hairline.

it felt so good, you could feel yourself drifting off after only a few seconds of it all.

“can we cuddle?”

your voice was so quiet and mumbly that satoru could barely register it. he answered with a quick “mhm!” before shutting off the lights and hopping into bed with you.

he pulled you onto his chest, drawing a long line up and down your spine and combing his finger through your hair.

“satoru, we should go to parties more often,”

“i told you it’d be fun,”

“i want to dance more,”

your eyes were closed, sleep present in your voice and demeanor. your face was smushed against his chest, making every word an effort to push out.

“we also have a beer pong title to defend”

satoru began to close his eyes as you adjusted to wrap your arms around his bare torso. he couldn’t be more comfortable if he tried.

“i love you, satoru”

he didn’t answer with his usual ‘i know,’ this time. instead, he found himself hanging onto every word, digesting each one before he answered. but his answer was the same as it always was.

“i love you too”

he wishes there was a phrase invented to describe it better.

“love” is just scratching the surface. and in those moments between your matching confessions, satoru was digging for any way he could describe everything he wanted to say to you as swiftly as ‘i love you,’

he couldn’t find it, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would.

for now, he hoped you’d be patient with him as he looked. that you’d indulge him in thousands more ‘i love you’s’ so he could say it back every time, each one meaning more than the last.

but it was all too much for his brain to handle this late at night.

he decided to opt for a forehead kiss to you, who already fell asleep, before falling asleep himself and hoping he’d get to spend more time with you in his dreams.

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fictionalwh0ree · 11 months

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🍷-Heyy Girlie-🍷

I don’t make request like at ALL

but I’m asking for a Nicky Nichole’s x Females reader dating head canons(or short fanfic)

if you smut could you do that pls?But it’s your choice.

please n thx

-☕️📞SIMPS N SLUTS📞☕️

dating nicky nichols hc

bullets: 32

nicky is so sweet

she’s so downbad like she will do anything for you

she is super loyal

she will defend your name till her DEATH and if it comes to it, she’ll fight

she’s always trying to get you alone, especially since intimacy isn’t allowed

dating in prison is hard, considering all the limitations and the fact that you’re not even supposed to hug

she does her best to make it special, though

she’s always around you, spending time with you, talking to you, anything with you

if you’re having a bad day, you always find that her smile and laugh immediately cheer you up

one of your favourite pass times with her is to talk about what your future will be like when the two of you are out of prison

following after lorna, you two have a vision board

you don’t care how impossible or unlikely your future together may seem, its a distraction from your situation

she’s touchy

like suuuperrrr touchy

if she sees that theres no one around she’ll be all over you

even if she sees that theres co’s around, she’ll still be touching you

at lunch she’ll have a hand on your thigh

if you’re walking she’ll have her arm around your waist

she’s just like that

(she’s also super horny 24/7)

she’s a giver

she feels the most pleasure in watching you be pleasured

if there’s any empty room, you better believe the two of you will be in there asap

she does not get tired

she will go for as long as you can handle

there’s nothing that turns you on more than seeing her smirk as she eats you out/fingers you

nothing makes her feel more accomplished than watching you try to cover your moans so no one hears

although she probably won’t admit it, she really enjoys having you go down on her

you can’t count how many times something has fallen on your head when you’re fucking in some kind of closet

your favourite place is the shower, but thats only happened a couple times

overall, dating nicky makes being in prison a lot more tolerable

she really loves you and you really love her

#nicky nichols x you #nicky nichols x reader #nicky nichols x y/n #nicky nichols #nicky nichols hc #oitnb x reader #orange is the new black #lgbtq

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exy-shmexy · 1 year

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Some more wholesome Twinyards for you

Aaron is alone at the library in the (very) late evening studying for an upcoming biochemistry exam. It's a random Tuesday. Aaron is startled by Andrew quietly dropping down on the chair in front of him. He blinks, wondering what the hell his chronically-allergic-to-libraries twin is doing here.

Andrew silently reaches into his backpack—an old discolored black thing Nicky got him when they started high school—and gets his own books out of it as if it were the most normal thing. He pushes Aaron's laptop slightly to the side with a corner of his textbook.

Aaron is too stunned to say anything.

He just watches Andrew splay an array of annotated papers in front of him, settling into his own homework session.

"What are you doing?" Aaron finally manages to ask after a long stretch of silence.

Andrew lifts his head, usual boredom plastered on his face. "Studying."

"You never come here."

Andrew shrugs. Aaron knows it's the end of the conversation because Andrew lowers his head and begins scribbling more notes down as he goes through his set of mandatory readings. Aaron stares, frowning. He tries to get back to his own biochemistry notes, but his brain has decided to stop working.

Andrew should be with Kevin and Neil for their usual evening practice session.

But then it hits him.

"You were listening?" he asks. Andrew looks up again, one eyebrow raised. "The other night, when I was talking with Matt," Aaron continues. "I told him Katelyn would be away for the week with the other cheerleaders. You heard us?"

Andrew sighs in what Aaron is now certain is feigned annoyance. "You don't like studying on your own, you can't focus if there isn't someone else with you."

Aaron blinks. "So you came here to... keep me company?"

"Neil and Kevin are being intolerable Exy junkies together. Nicky is out with Matt and Dan. Renee is... busy with Allison. Unless you made some friends on the football team no one knows about, which is highly unlikely considering you punched one of them—"

"He deserved it."

"—then I don't think there was any other option. Don't overthink it. I just couldn't stand the stickball fanatics a minute longer." And with that Andrew dives back into his coursework.

Aaron is smiling so big it's actually embarrassing. He clears his throat, knowing perfectly well Andrew didn't mean the last part of his statement because he never does anything he doesn't want to do. Andrew is with him because he knows Aaron can't stay focused ifhe doesn't have someone to study with. Usually it's Katelyn, but Katelyn isn't there.

Andrew is.

Aaron goes back to his intercellular communication notes. He loses track of time, and quickly forgets how long they stay in the library together. Once Aaron declares he's done for the night (having noticed Andrew had been done for a whole half hour and was busy getting ahead of his notes), he asks him if he wants to go to the sandwich place close by. His gift. Andrew accepts. They go together, and spend another hour together. They don't talk a lot, but the shared companionship is enough.

When the next Tuesday arrives and Andrew shows up again instead of Katelyn, Aaron is more than happy to clear up some space for his brother at the desk.

When he learns about this, Neil secretly tells Katelyn to give them one evening together away from everyone every week and she graciously accepts

#oh no I'm back with more twinyards because they haunt all my thoughts #I just love them so much I can't help it #which I'm okay with but I also believe they have to really start somewhere #and we all know Andrew pays more attention than he lets on #so yeah anyway I hope y'all have a great Sunday #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #twinyards #aftg #aftg headcanon

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Hello! I was wondering (totally okay if not) if I could request a quackity x reader where there playing minwcraft or smth with a few other people and its just like moments of them annoying eachother (as a way of love if that makes sense)

Thank you 💜💜

AH YES OF COURSEEE!! ; did my best w this one, had to quote a lot of vines for this bc I'm not naturally funny and it made sense in a way

QUACKITY ; vinecraft

summary ; annoying each other while playing minecraft with some friends

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 711

masterlist

You and Alex were playing on a Minecraft survival world with Bad and Niki. It wasn't a role-play SMP or anything, just a simple survival world with the Better Minecraft mod.

"Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!"

y/u/n was shot by a skeleton

"Y/n did you just willingly give yourself up to those skeletons?" Quackity laughs

"in my defense, they all have chainmail and gold armour, and I have an unbreaking one iron sword and a dream"

"Language! Stop talking about that!" Bad yells

"Yeah, stop talking about pussies, Quackity!"

"Y/n!" Bad and Quackity both exclaim in different tones while Niki laughs

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRR?" Quackity yells, referring to the Vine as he almost breaks his voice a bit

"I'm waiting for those creepers to kill you," you answer, clicking your mouse to swing your hand as to point behind his character

"OH MY GOD NO-"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"MY SHIT! Y/N, NIKI, GET IT PLEASE, I HAD AN AWESOME DIAMOND HELMET"

"It's Wednesday my dudes-"

"Shut the fuck up I'm fighting a warden, I can't do this right now, Alex!"

"I wanted to be a cowboyyyy baybyyyy" quackity speaks with a shit southern accent

"please stop fucking quoting that" you snicker, "I'm on the edge of this fuckin thing, if I fall I'll die and lose the teleporting thing and your shit"

"No off topic questions. because I don't want to. no. no. you've been stopped"

"PLEASE, I JUST WANNA MAKE THE PENIS, STOP DESTROYING IT Y/N/N"

quackity keeps trying to shoot you off the ledge of the mountain where you were trying to build the base on the side of

"I said whoever keeps shooting me, your moms a hoe!"

"language!"

"you're a hoe, motherfucker!"

"quackity, watch out!"

quackity was exploded by a creeper

"AGAIN!?"

yknow that vine of that kid playing simple piano notes and the other kid getting down to it? that's like the halftime show of the stream

quackitys playing guitar and you're busting it down in game next to niki who can't stop laughing, and bad is totally silent because of all the foul language

I mean the song slapped

then quackity got absolutely sniped by a skeleton while he was on two hearts

"What the fuck is up Kyle? no, what did you say? what the fuck, dude? step the fuck up kyle!"

quackity gets all up close with the mic to literally inhale it, "y/n i love you but my names not Kyle"

"WHATRE THOSE???"

"They are my crocs."

"Actually why do you own crocs? red flag, we're breaking up and I'm dating niki now"

"You move on quickly" quackity mumbles and rolls his eyes

nicki smiles before speaking, "because I'm better than you, quackity"

"Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does"

"Y/n you've spent 85% of this stream quoting Vines"

"Yeah I know, it's because I hate you"

"Wait what?"

when quackity brings up how he lived in the southern hemisphere and talks about living in Mexico, he pauses to breathe and you take the opportunity while you have it

"country boy I love youuuuuuuu. ah"

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"BAHAHHAH"

"I can't be here anymore"

we've all seen the "Hey ron" "Hey billy" meme I think

you'll break into the base through the ceiling to get back in because you're working on a tunnel trailing through the inside of the cliff up to the top as the entrance

"Hey quackity" you say as you land next to quackity trying to sort through chests

"Hey y/n"

you scream as quackity sits down with some pizza in the middle of stream

he screams, "stop, you almost made me drop my pizza!"

yk that meme w the kid w the broomstick doing some anime pose battle shit? here's that one

you'll be swinging your sword around and spamming emotes "don't fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! AHHHH"

"who gave you the right to speak? You're on trial for breaking Bad's space bar!" Quackity exclaims

"I got it working again!!"

"let's do the fork in the garbage disposal!"

cue spamming emotes and lagging your games til they crash 💀💀💀

"love yourself! accept yourself!"

you became a positivity priest while quackity became a drug dealer

really splitting this world into two sides now LMFAO

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #alex quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity oneshot #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader

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dvrcos · 3 months

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more mic’d up andrew minyard when?? mic’d up AARON minyard when?? other mic’d up fox when??

Aaron Minyard Mic’d up

Hes reluctant to do it for a long fucking time

He thinks its kinda dumb

But he mostly doesn’t wanna get scolded for what his mic would pick up

Because my boy is a shit talker

He’s saying everything and anything he can to rile up the other team

He’s even trying to rile up the other foxes tbh

So when he finally agrees he makes coach promise he won’t get in trouble

He body slams the opposing striker (because if there’s one thing Aaron’s gonna do it’s put his all into a body check)

And the opposing striker is mad like visibly fuming

He’s all up in Aaron’s space, a moment away from starting a fight

And Aaron thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

He’s laughing his ass off while loudly crashing their raquets against each other

‘What you’re upset I hit you? I’m five foot nothing dude sounds like a you problem’

And he’s lucky the striker gets pulled away by his teammates cause he’s over 6 foot

And Aaron is all bark, no bite

*whispering into the mic as he walks away* ‘I’ll be honest guys, he would’ve kicked my ass but that was to good of an opportunity to pass up’

His best moments come from when he trips up a striker

*sends the striker sprawling onto their ass* ‘womp womp’

*body slams one into the wall* ‘maybe next time man’

*slams the ball out of their racquet* ‘that’s not yours cmon now’

He flirts with the opposing team but in German

Because he’s discovered that when they can’t understand what he’s saying it really gets to them

And he’ll slip in a word in English so they figure out he’s flirting

And they’re even more pissed and distracted that they mess up what would’ve been a solid play

‘What the fuck did you just say to me!?’

‘Hey, hey sorry just trying to have a nice conversation’ *winks and walks away to start up play again*

*Opposing striker, absolutely baffled and fuming*

His striker accidentally trips him up and gets past to Andrew

And Aaron doesn’t even have to look at Andrew to see the heavy bored expression he’s giving him

Aaron knows he’s probably plotting where to hide his body if he does it again

*Andrew, shaking his head in disappointment as he smacks the ball away*

*Aaron rolling onto his knees and pleading for mercy while laughing* ‘my bad, let’s just talk this out I promise it won’t happen again it was Nicky’s fault’

This happens a lot whenever they’re both on the court

Because making a joke out of Exy is one of the only ways they both actually enjoy it sometimes

And it’s something they can actually bond over

But oh god forbid if someone on the other team says something about Andrew

That’s when Aaron just looses it

Doesn’t matter if the player is ten times his size, he becomes all bite

‘Put your psycho pet brother on a leash already’

And Aaron’s helmets already off and he’s going for his gloves next

*Matt grabbing him and holding him back* ‘cmon Matt it’ll be good, he asked for it, it’ll be good’

‘No Aaron, no red cards’

‘But it’ll be fun’ *tries to throw his helmet at the other player*

He gets a yellow card for it but he proudly displays it by tucking it into the front of his jersey

‘I’m gonna frame this one coach’ he tells Wymack as he sits on the bench for his penalty

Kevin’s always the most annoyed by Aaron’s shit talking because it threatens the game and Aaron’s wellbeing

And he also gets the most riled up whenever Aaron’s turns it onto him

*Kevin storming over to Aaron after he almost gets ejected* ‘Stop saying shit that’ll get you kicked out of the game you idiot’

‘Oh cmon Day I know you like em a little feisty, I’m just trying to make you happy my Queen,’

And Kevin just smacks the top of his helmet and turns to walk away

‘I can get on my knees to apologize if you want, I know you like me on my knees’

And Kevin just has to tune him out cause Aaron won’t stop if he feeds into it

He gets really into the game sometimes though (because he’s competitive and he can’t help it)

Like he’s screaming and cheering so loud at certain points the mic is crackling

*Kevin and Neil scoring the goal that pulls them into the lead* ‘LETS FUCKING GO’

When he’s on the bench he’s the one banging on the plexi glass

He’s screaming at them to get their heads out of their asses or cheering them on even though they can’t hear him

And then he gets out of his competitive streak and he’s lowkey embarrassed

‘If that gets posted online I will never recover’ he mutters after he’s just jumped into Matt’s arms in celebration

When the foxes listen to his recording later they’re shocked by how creative Aaron gets with all of it

And they find it hilarious

And endearing

And they like that they’re getting to see a new part of Aaron as he gets more comfortable with the team

He is by far one of the most aggressive of the foxes when he’s on the court, both physically and verbally

And the fans absolutely eat it the fuck up

But Wymack doesn’t mic him up often because he is lowkey a liability because of what he says

#sorry I had to sneak some kevaaron in there #it’s my demons talking #Aaron Minyard shit talker extraordinaire #aaron minyard #live laugh aaron minyard #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #andrew minyard #kevaaron #mic’d up foxes

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tarotwithlove · 8 months

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GROUP ONE

cards · queen of pentacles, high priestess, judgement (reversed), king of pentacles (reversed), knight of wands, eight of swords.

channelled songs · all i got by baekhyun. itty bitty piggy by nicki minaj. flicker by enhypen.

hey there group one ♡ the career that would best suit you is one where you are reliant on yourself more than on anyone else. your financial and professional success is best in your hands, as you are the only person you should trust with the financial and professional success you have in mind. thus, regardless of specific avenues, self-employment and entrepreneurial careers would best suit you.

you may have already spent some time gaining business experience, and now it’s time to use that experience and the connections you have built in the workplace for your own good.

some of you may have a business or marketing degree. if not this is your sign to study business and/or marketing so that you have the knowledge needed to progress as far forward as possible. your degree will be the foot in the door, giving you access to a workplace and connections before you are ready to branch out on your own.

working for yourself is scary. it is a big leap of faith to take. but if you have the desire in your heart to do so, do not let your doubts or the doubts of other people stop you. you may stumble and you may have to start over time and again and you may wonder if you have chosen the wrong path, but know that you have not. know that you will rise again and again and you will succeed. don’t let failure control you. the more you push yourself, the more you will see the success that you dream of.

GROUP TWO

cards · page of wands, four of pentacles, eight of swords, nine of wands, justice (reversed), six of cups (reversed).

channelled songs · circles by mariah carey. du du du by tan. regular - korean version by nct 127.

hey there group two ♡ there are two distinct types of careers that would best suit you, though they are similar in nature. the career that would best suit you is one where you are helping other people plan for the future. you are personable and easy to get along with, which, when backed by knowledge and experience, makes people feel at ease. you make the people who come to you feel as if things will go smoothly just because they are in your hands.

for some of you, this will look like going into accounting, investment coaching, or insurance. something financial. this career should be one where you help other people build up their savings. for some, you should choose a career where you are specifically helping people plan for retirement. where the latter is concerned, this could also look like working in a retirement home and eventually becoming the head of your own retirement home or retirement village.

for others in the group, the way you help people plan for the future is as either a teacher or someone in the education sector or as a travel agent or someone in the travel and hospitality industry. with the latter, you can help people plan where to go and when, what places would best suit their interests, and how to best experience a place they are visiting - just as some examples. two careers that specifically come to mind are that of a concierge or a travel writer!

GROUP THREE

cards · seven of pentacles, ten of pentacles (reversed), the devil, four of cups, four of wands (reversed), page of wands.

channelled songs · wu ji - xiao zhan solo version by xiao zhan. my tragedy by taeyeon. cement by nicole dollanganger.

hey there group three ♡ the career that would best suit you is one where you are in the public eye - either as an actor, musician, model, influencer, or the face of a brand. this will not be for everyone, of course, as this career will take a lot out of you emotionally and physically. with you at times feeling as if you sold your soul and your chances of a normal life for the sake of fame.

this career is one that is incredibly focused on appearances and making sure things appear a certain, well-polished way. you will constantly have to work hard to ensure your body looks a particular way and that you come across as successful as everyone expects you to be - wearing designer clothes, driving luxury cars, always having your hair and makeup done to the tee.

in this career, you are the product as much as you are a person, and so you have to make sure that you are faithful to your brand at all times. while some may be crushed under this pressure - especially as you will be putting in a lot of work for very little money or satisfaction, at least in the beginning - you will likely only rise.

alternatively, for some, this career could also be as a doctor. again, a doctor who adapts to the reality tv and social media age and gains a level of fame, like dr miami or dr pimple popper, for example. or as a writer who gives up writing what they want to write in order to write what will get them the most fame or success.

in either case, your career and professional success takes precedent. which may mean you have to sacrifice love and time with family.

GROUP FOUR

cards · the lovers, seven of pentacles, queen of pentacles, eight of cups, death (reversed), four of pentacles.

channelled songs · sugarcoated love by rimon. when he’s done by tei shi. remember forever by red velvet.

hey there group four ♡ there are two distinct career paths for this group. for some of you, the career that would best suit you is one where marriage and relationships is the main focus. of course, this is quite broad and varies from person to person, but you are someone who is best suited to help others reach their full potential where love is concerned. you may become a marriage counsellor, a couples’ therapist, or a lingerie/sex toy designer or salesperson.

for others of you, this could be self love. you hold a mirror up to people and help them see the beauty in themselves - in the way that a self-help guru, personal trainer, or fashion designer might. you uplift people and make them feel as if life is a little more beautiful today than it was yesterday.

right now, i’m thinking of takashi miike saying that he likes to give even minor characters some extended scenes so that all actors get at least some time to shine. so that those actors, even though they may not be big movie stars, can feel accomplished and proud of the work they’ve done.

in whichever case, it is your passion for others to see their own light and star power that propels you forward. whether you are the director who makes sure every actor gets important screentime or the lingerie salesperson who makes sure everyone walks out of your store with lingerie they feel confident in. whatever career path you choose, as long as you keep this mindset, you will not fail.

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the hurt is good

part i part ii part iii part iv part v part vi

billy hargrove x fem!reader

word count: 3,705

warnings: swearing, brief mentions of blood/anxious lip picking, anxiety attack, talk of self-harming behaviors, mentions of abuse/toxic relationships/neil, fluff

a/n: wow. hi! i’m sorry it took so long for me to get this out. school has been a lot lately. thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous parts and for sticking around! also this isn’t the last part. i lied. there will be one more. anyhow there’s a lot of heavy stuff in this part, but also a lot of love. i hope you enjoy it and maybe find something in it. love you loads and loads <3333

before you read, listen to: when it’s cold i’d like to die by moby and/or slipping through my fingers by ABBA

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Billy did not hear from you yesterday, or the day before that. He hasn’t been worried, per say, because it’s not like he’ll die if he can’t speak to you at all times.

But today, on the third day, he starts to be a little upset by the absence of you.

He really doesn’t like it when it’s Nicky that calls him, rather than you.

“Are you busy today, hon’?” Her voice is sweet as always.

“No, I’m not,” Billy tells her. He licks his lips, a little uneasy.

“Do you think you could come over for a while?”She asks. “Y/N just left, which is big, but she’s going out with some old friends, and I’m a little worried. She had a really hard time getting over them, and I’ve got somewhere to be for awhile and I just don’t want her to be alone after all of this.”

Nicky stops, inhaling. She realizes she’s been rambling to her poor boy. She starts to apologize, and Billy stops her, laughing a little.

“I can do that, yeah. Who was she having lunch with? If you don’t mind me asking.”

He can hear Nicky sigh.

“Nancy.”

————

Billy is on your front steps when you pull up. He’s smoking, but he stomps it out when he sees you.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he says.

Your hands are shaking so bad that you drop your keys. Billy picks them up for you, and it’s only when he looks you over that he realizes something’s not right.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You’re wringing your hands continuously, as if trying to prevent doing something else. He steps closer to you, because you’re biting his lip, and he goes to pull it free like he always does.

There’s blood on the tip of his thumb when he pulls it away.

“Y/N, you’ve made yourself bleed.”

You lick your lips, tasting metal. You blink at him. Billy looks closer at your mouth, realizing there’s a welt and that it’s swollen on one side.

“Come on and let me clean it up, okay?”

You nod and let the boy lead you inside your home. Billy tries to get you to sit on the counter, but you stop him.

“I just need a second,” you say.

It’s the first thing you’ve said to him thus far, and Billy finds himself relieved to hear your voice, even if the shakiness of it matches that of your hands.

You use your hands to brace yourself against the counter, leaning your head forward to face the floor. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

Billy doesn’t know what to do, so he rubs his hand up and down the curve of your spine. It feels warm against your back.

He kisses the crown of your head and suddenly you straighten, a slightly panicked look in your eye, though Billy can tell you’re trying to repress it.

“I need you to help me,” you tell him, running your hands down your face.

“Anything,” Billy says, worried over your state of being.

“I’m having an anxiety attack and I need you to help calm me down because my heart is beating so fast that I feel like I can’t breathe and everything is shaking and I just—I just, I need you.”

“To talk to me or something. I need you to be here with me for a minute.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t need convincing.

Billy brings his hands to your face, stroking his thumbs over your unusually warm cheeks. His eyes dart all over you.

“Look at me,” he says.

You nod, locking your eyes with his. You study his eyelashes, the way they kiss at the corners and leave shadows on the tops of his cheeks in the light.

“Breathe with me.”

“Okay.”

In and out. In and out. You focus on the way Billy is breathing, and that seems to help. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest rather than worrying about the feeling in yours.

“How long do they usually last?” Billy inquires. “The heart palpitations.”

“Little while. Half hour, little less, little more. Depends on if I can get myself calmed down.”

Billy presses his lips to your forehead, keeping them there for a moment. They’re chapped, but it’s still chilly outside, so it makes sense. The cold is the same reason for the cracks in the skin on the back of your hands.

“Sit up on the counter for me, baby. I’m gonna get you some water, okay? I’ll be right back, I promise.”

You do as he says, balancing yourself on the edge of the bathroom vanity. Your tongue darts out to swipe over your lip, and Billy was right. You can feel the swelling and the welt he mentioned.

You’ve always done it when stressed or uncomfortable. It’s not always this bad though. You just kept going and going after lunch today, even after it had started to bleed.

The boy returns as he’d said he would, a glass of water in hand. He gives it to you and watches to make sure you’re successfully drinking.

“Can I look at it?” Billy gestures vaguely in the direction of your lip.

“Uh huh.” You fight the urge to cover your mouth like you have before, like when your mother has noticed it’s scabbed.

Billy uses his thumb to press on your lip, examining the damage you’ve done to it. He’s chewed his before when anxious, but never like this. But he guesses he’s expressed these feelings you’re having in other ways.

He takes the change to pull at your lip a little too, noticing you’ve torn at the inside just as well as the outside.

“It hurt?”

You snort. “No. Feels great.”

Billy rolls his eyes at you, and then he’s feeling around in his pockets. You take another big sip of water while you’re observing him. It’s almost empty, so you decide to finish it. He waits for you to do so.

When you have, Billy swipes his pinky along the edge of your mouth to catch a drop of water. He presents what he’d been searching for: a little pot of chapstick. He figures if you’ve got something on your lips you can’t fuck them up as easily.

“You gonna let me put this on you?” He asks, features soft.

“Kiss it better first?”

Billy smirks, proud of your ability to flirt with him.

“I shouldn’t. Should leave it alone until it heals some.”

You pout.

He kisses you anyways.

When he pulls away, he unscrews the lid to the balm and you hook your fingers in his belt loops. He dips his index finger in and brings it to your mouth, spreading it over the sore spot and then over the remaining expanse of your lips.

You rub them together after he’s finished.

“Thank you.” Billy nods, returning the container to the depths of his jean pockets.

“Will you tell me what’s got you so worked up?” He helps you off of the counter. You leave the bathroom and head to your bedroom. He follows without a second thought.

You gesture for him to sit down, but you remain standing so that you can pace as you speak.

“I saw Nancy today.”

“Yeah?” Billy knows this, and you know he does, but he wants you to let it all out.

“Yeah,” you start. “She asked me how I was doing. I told her that I was doing okay.”

“And she said ‘You must be doing better if you’re out by yourself, doing big girl stuff.’ What the fuck does that even mean, Billy?” It’s a rhetorical question. One he doesn’t answer.

“She made it sound like I was incapable of being anything but a loner. Like I can’t take care of myself or something? It just got me thinking about how she always thought I was so odd for not being like her.”

Billy wishes you would sit down. Your pacing is stressing him out.

“Then Nancy asked me if I was seeing anyone, and I said you.”

You sit, and Billy’s shoulders relax.

“She acted surprised, Billy.”

“She said, ‘I guess I’m just shocked. I guess I thought he wasn’t someone that really dated.’ And then, ‘You know, I know we aren’t really close anymore, but you could so do better than him.’”

You’re standing again. Billy realizes that you’re pissed off. He’s never seen you this way before. He kind of likes it.

“And she’s basing this off of, what, one interaction she’s had with you? Whatever she hears around school? Shit, she doesn’t even know you. She doesn’t even know me anymore, and the fact that she’s just blatantly giving me relationship advice?”

“Billy, I yelled at her.”

He laughs. Tosses his head back and laughs. He wishes he could’ve seen you rip Nancy Wheeler a new one. In fact, he would’ve paid to do so.

You start grinning at him. He’s so proud of you.

“I just—she made me so mad and I just started shouting at her. It just felt so unfair, the way she was acting. I only agreed to go today because I thought I might get closure after feeling forgotten about for so long. And I told her that.”

“She claimed she didn’t forget about me, but that she just ‘found a different social circle.’ Fuck! So I told her that she had no right telling me what to do with my life when she sure as shit never cared before. And I couldn’t let her talk about you either.”

You finish, setting your hands on your hips. Billy stands and takes your face into his hands again.

“I’m proud of you, Y/N. That you went out today and then stood up for yourself. The yelling is pretty badass too. And I appreciate you defending me. It’s nice to know you’d do that even when I’m not there.”

“Of course I would.” You grab his hand and kiss his palm. “Thank you.”

He nods. “So how come you fucked up your lip then?”

“Trying to deal with it, I guess. I felt bad the whole way home. Like maybe I’d been a bitch or something.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t a bitch for wanting better and for saying so.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m positive.”

The both of you have been so caught up in handling this that you didn’t hear Nicky come home, or wander through the house putting groceries away. You only realize she’s there when her voice comes from across the hall.

“He’s right, honeybee! Not a bitch!” She exclaims, and then she’s shutting the door to her room. She just needed to make sure you heard that. She’s proud of you too.

You bury your face in Billy’s neck and he’s laughing so much that you have to move your head.

“I hate you both.”

“I bet you do. Guess you won’t need any make-it-better kisses then.”

“Asshole.”

“Yeah. Nope. No more.”

“Please?” You grab hold of his hips.

Billy stares at you. He’s going to break. You both know it. But he can’t resist the urge to pretend like he won’t, just for a second.

He kisses you, once, twice.

When he pulls away he puts an arm around you, his hand resting on the small of your back. His fingertips slip just underneath the waistband of your jeans. Suddenly he looks very serious.

“Have you done that before?” He asks. You know what he means. And you know the answer.

“Yes,” you say. Billy closes his his for just a second. Something about composure.

“Do you—is it to hurt yourself?”

You’re quiet for a moment, thinking. Trying to articulate a response to this. It’s an anxious habit, sure. Sometimes you’re picking at your lip without even realizing, and you quit when you do.

But other times, maybe that is the case. You pick and bite until your lip is bleeding, until it’s swollen, until it hurts to eat or drink.

“Sometimes.”

Billy inhales and you can see the way his chest shakes.

“Talk to me,” he says. He thinks about chewing on his thumb nail or lighting up. It’s the same thing. A coping mechanism.

“I usually do it if I feel like I need to shut everything out. It’s a distraction from big feelings. Maybe like a punishment if I feel stupid or if I’ve embarrassed myself.”

“You ever told anyone this before?” Billy has pulled you closer than you thought possible, his arm around your back snug like he’s afraid to let you go.

“Just you.”

Billy feels a pang in his chest at that. Just you. Him.

“I don’t want you to shut them out anymore. You feel something big, you talk to me about it, yeah?”

“Okay.” You look so vulnerable. Like he’s looking at a part of yourself you’ve never shown anyone before.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself. Will you work on this with me?”

“Only if you work on the smoking with me.”

Billy rests his forehead against yours, exhales through his nose.

“Okay.”

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Billy’s staying the night again. You’re in the shower, so he’s sitting at the counter in your kitchen. He offered to help Nicky fix dinner or wash dishes or do something, but she downright refused.

He’s turned his head to look at a picture of you on the counter. Your senior picture. You look so pretty.

This means that the side of his face is in Nicky’s direct line of sight. The side that Neil hit. He side that’s bruised, despite his hoping it wouldn’t.

Nicky looks up, feeling a jolt in her chest. Something in her just knows. If Billy had been in a fight, you would’ve told her. She knows you would’ve. But if it was a non-school fight, those chances are slim.

She knows. Every cell in her body screams with it.

“Billy, honey? Can I ask you something?”

The boy turns back to face your mother, spinning the ring on his middle finger around and around. “Sure.”

She moves to face the sink so as to not embarrass him.

“How long?”

Billy’s fingers freeze. She knows. Of course she knows. He thinks about pretending he doesn’t have clue what she means. But he knows she’d see right through that.

He buries his face in his hands. “Since I was a kid. Since he couldn’t take it out on my mom anymore.”

Nicky sets the plate she’d been holding down to dry and drains the water from the sink. Dishes can wait.

“Billy, you don’t have to hide from me. You’re safe here. I think we’ve made that pretty clear, sweetheart.”

The boy straightens and sits on his hands.

“I’m assuming Y/N knows? Probably already looked at it?”

He nods. “Yeah.”

Nicky approaches the other side of the counter from where he sits and clasps her hands. “You know that you can come here anytime you need to, right?”

“I know.”

“Y/N said Max is your step-sister. Is your father aggressive towards her or your step-mother?”

Billy hates being asked these questions but for some reason he feels no urge to fight it. He knows Nicky means no harm and only wants the best for him.

“He’s never laid a hand on Max, no. I wouldn’t let that happen. I’m not really around Susan much, though, but I’ve never seen her with anything or heard him do anything. He screams at her sometimes, though. He’s a piece of shit. He doesn’t treat her any better than he did my mom. They deserve better. Both of them.”

Nicky quirks a brow. “And you don’t?”

Billy’s breath catches. “I don’t know.”

“You do. You deserve the world, hon’.”

Billy blinks, hard. “Thank you.”

“Just telling you the truth, kiddo.”

Nicky goes quiet for a moment, playing with her own rings. One of them you got for her when you were twelve. It has her birthstone set into it.

“You’re eighteen, Billy. Technically your dad doesn’t have any claims to you anymore.” She’s slowly plotting, a steady stream of thoughts forming in her mind.

“Supposing you want to stay with Max, or even in your own home—because I can’t imagine you’d want to be uprooted again—do you think that Susan is capable of taking care of herself and the both of you? Say if Neil weren’t around?”

Billy contemplates this. He’s trying to get past the knowledge that there’s an adult in his life actively and genuinely trying to help him and make sure he’s safe. No one’s ever had a heart-to-heart with him like this. Frankly, he’s at a loss.

“I suppose so. I mean she took care of Max before. And Max was a pretty happy kid, I think. You know, internally. If you look past the sarcasm.”

Nicky laughs. It’s the kind of sound that you miss when you haven’t heard it in awhile.

“I think Max only got sort of reclusive once Neil came in and sort of pushed her dad out. I don’t think I helped either. But yeah, I-I think she could. Take care of us.”

“And I feel wrong saying this, because she’s not my mother, and it’s her life, but I think she needs better. If she wants Max back then she needs to leave Neil. Because Susan is losing Max. I can see it.”

Billy hears the shower shut off from down the hall, the sound of the curtain being pushed aside.

“What if I talked to Susan? Would that make you uncomfortable? Maybe I can get through to her. About Neil. And I can talk to Max, or I can back off.”

He hears the bathroom door open. Sees a flash of you across the hallway in a towel, then the slam of your own bedroom door. It makes him laugh.

Nicky knows exactly what you’ve done. You’ve done the same thing since you were a kid. It warms her heart to see him laugh at little things like that.

“No. It wouldn’t make me uncomfortable,” Billy says. “I would appreciate that, actually. But maybe let me talk to Max first?”

“Anything you need, honey. And I want you to know that this is a safe space, okay? If you ever need somewhere to stay. And the same goes for Max. If she needs to get away or anything.”

Billy looks up at Nicky and she has the kindest smile he’s ever seen. He knows she means everything she’s saying.

He has the urge to hug her and so he does. He hasn’t had a mom to hug in so long.

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Billy’s driving again. It seems this is the only time he can get himself to talk about the hard stuff with her.

“Max.”

“Huh?” She’s reading a comic book. He doesn’t know how she does that. He’d probably hurl.

“Nicky wants to help Susan leave Neil.”

Max doesn’t move or close the comic, but she does stare at the page for an awfully long time. “So what does that mean?”

“I don’t know, exactly. But I was wondering…do you want me to leave too? Or can I stay?”

Billy has never sounded this raw and emotional around her before. It’s enough to make her face him.

“You think you have to leave?”

“I don’t know if you or Susan are going to want me to stay.”

Max sighs. “I want you to stay. It’d be weird to not have someone in the next room with horrible music playing. Do you want to go?”

“No,” he says, fingers gripping the steering wheel.

“Then stay.”

Stay.

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“So you’ve verbally brutalized two of the Wheeler women in the last couple of weeks?”

You’re laying on Max’s bed. You can’t help but notice it’s softer than Billy’s but you try not to ponder that for too long.

Susan and Neil aren’t here.

“I wonder if Mike knows this. That he’s got a predatory mother.”

“I don’t know.” You roll onto your back and stare at the posters on her walls.

“If it helps,” she says, pasting a new sticker on her skateboard, “I never liked Nancy anyways. Kinda bitchy.”

You snort, looking at her sticker as she presents it to you. “Very nice,” you say.

“Lucas got it for me.”

“That was sweet of him.”

This time she snorts.

There’s the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. “Uh oh,” you say. “The beast has awoken.”

Max laughs hard enough that she has to slap a hand over her mouth when he appears in the doorway.

Billy looks at you with a scowl on his face before approaching Max’s bed. He flops down on top of you and buries his face in your neck.

“You left me,” he says.

It’s true. You’d been in his room with him, snuggling, though he refuses to call it that. He’d fallen asleep on you, but you didn’t have a book or anything, so after a while, spine aching, you slipped out and left him to nap.

A glance at Max and she’s making a gagging motion at you. You glare toward the sticker she just put on and she rolls her eyes, cornered.

“You fell asleep. I wanted you to rest. And my back started to hurt.” Billy grunts, and you notice the mess that his hair has become. You point it out to Max. She starts grinning and so do you, and it’s as if he can sense it.

“Stop.”

“Not doing anything.”

Billy lifts his head to look at you, brow furrowed and eyes puffy with sleep. There are even sheet marks on the side of his face.

“You’re conspiring.” He collapses back into your chest. “Little shits, both of you.”

You laugh and he whines again because you’ve jostled him.

You look at Max and she crosses her legs over Billy’s back, using her brother as a foot rest. He’s too sleepy to complain. She puts a pillow under her head and settles in, seemingly ready to take her own nap.

Shit, you think. Might as well. And you close your eyes too, petting Billy’s hair as you do. He smiles into you. You can feel it.

And it’s the best nap you’ve ever had.

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