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James Potter x plus-sized!fem!reader
Summary: When you overhear some of James's friends comment on your weight, James comforts you.
Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort 🤧💗
Warnings: insecurities, bullying over someone's weight, reader's weight is heavily implied (obviously), crying, swearing, protective!James <3
You hear a snarl, "Did you see what she had for dinner?" Andy laughs loudly, "It isn't surprising she's fat, huh?"
Your heart sinks.
Benjamin hums in approval and adds, "I wonder what James even sees in her."
Their words echo around your head as you twist and turn your way around tables to find James again. He's laughing like a little boy when you see him, his smile so wide it's almost obnoxious as he rests his arm on top of your empty chair.
His cheeks look dusted pink from the wine he'd drank. He's so handsome, you think, and when you see the cake you had wanted earlier your cheeks become warm.
Quiet as a mouse, you slide into your chair and James turns to send you a grin. You send him a weak smile in return and then look down at the small plate in front of you. Raspberry Cheesecake. Your favorite. You look around. None of the other girlfriends have ordered any desserts.
You glance nervously at James again. He's chatting with his friends and he looks so happy. He's been so generous to you all evening, letting you pick anything on the menu because yes this was his teams' celebratory dinner, but as your boyfriend he wouldn't even think of letting you pay for yourself.
Guilt hits you hard. While his teammates girlfriends' had ordered lighter meals, you honestly didn't think much of it when you ordered a larger one. You didn't have the chance to have lunch, and those french fries sounded incredibly delicious.
You pick up your spoon and immediately, your lower lip trembles. Quickly, you sink your teeth into it and the pain soothes your sudden need to burst into embarrassed tears. When James's hand comes to your thigh, a gesture so mundane for him, you jump.
James turns his head and leans in closer to your ear, "What's wrong, darling?" he asks in a whisper, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. When you don't respond like you usually do by leaning in closer to him, he pulls away and looks at you seriously. His eyes bounce around all your features as if he's trying to understand if you're injured or upset.
"It's nothing," you mumble and look at your plate, "I'm just not hungry anymore."
James frowns. "Are you sure? I know this is your favorite," he winks with a teasing smile, recalling how happy you looked when you saw it on the menu.
You nod, freezing when you hear Andy and Benjamin walk back from the restroom. When they sit next to their girlfriends: their gorgeous, slim, girlfriends, you want to wither away as you suddenly feel like an elephant in the same maroon velvet dress you'd felt so pretty in earlier.
Immediately sensing your discomfort, James's smile disappears. He turns to his teammates and then glances at you as he takes your hand, squeezing it. "I'll get you a box, my love. And then I'll pay and we can go home, mmhm?" he says but you shake your head.
"No, you can finish your dinner, Jamie," you insist, your voice small. You don't want to ruin this for him.
James doesn't listen because soon, he's helping you out of your chair, your cheesecake in a box in his hand, as he says his goodbyes to his friends. You feel Andy and Benjamin staring as you leave and, on instinct, you let James walk further in front of you so you don't embarrass him.
However, James's arm links around your waist and moves you in closer to him the moment the fresh evening air hits your skin. You bump into his chest and feel the familiar warmth of his lips press against your temple as he inhales your scent.
"I love you," he says.
You don't answer, instead curling your arms around your stomach protectively. James drops his hand and asks, "Hey, are you cold, lovely?"
You stay quiet again, opting to chew on the inside of your cheek.
James takes your elbow and spins you around so you're facing him. You can't look him in the eyes as your arms hug around you. James gently moves you so you're boxed into the building and his arm as he bends his head to you a little.
"Hey, what's wrong? What happened? Talk to me," he holds your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. When he sees how glossy your eyes are, his heart breaks. "Oh, love," his voice is smooth and you can hear the sadness in his words.
At this, you can't help the tears that rapidly cascade down your cheeks. You try wiping them with your palm so he won't see them but it's no use because James has already taken you into his arms and you're practically sobbing into his chest now. You feel him inhale sharply as his hand strokes the back of your head, his fingers intertwining into your hair. He's cooing small, confused, praises into your ear as he holds you.
You can hear in his voice that he doesn't understand, "Baby, please, what happened?" he asks again and his heart shatters even more when he hears your hiccuped cry.
You shake your head into his chest.
I wonder what James even sees in her.
Benjamin's words won't leave your mind and the tears continue to fall.
"Is it something I did? Because if it is, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry I'm making you cry."
You pull away hearing this, shaking your head more frantically as snot runs down your nose. "No James, it's not y-you." You whimper and James uses his free hand to thumb at the tears near your eyes.
"Then what happened?" he asks again.
You look away, suddenly embarrassed, "I- am I- I too fat for you?"
The question is immediately followed by a deafening silence as James's hand slides from your cheeks. You can see his eyes bounce around your face, searching for any sign that you're making a joke. He can't imagine you actually mean what you've just asked him.
"Y/n, why would you ask me that?!" James manages to ask. He sounds upset.
Your lip trembles and the tears resume, "Some of your friends," You start and James's eyes narrow, "I - I heard them make some comments about what I had for dinner and h-how you deserve someone prettier, slimmer and — "
"Who said that?" James interrupts you, his voice stern.
"I mean, they didn't say it in those exact words."
"Who was it, Y/n?" James repeats. He couldn't give any fucks what exactly his friend had said, all he needed to know was that whatever those assholes had said it made you cry, no sob, into his chest.
"It doesn't matter," you sniff, looking away from your boyfriend, "They're right. You deserve someone better than me, someone prettier. You're way out of my league. I have always known that," you force out a heartbroken laugh.
James's voice breaks. "How can you say that?"
He holds your cheek in his hand. Your cheeks warm up as your eyes widen, surprised by the passion and emotion in his movements as James plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.
He sprinkles kisses all across your face. "Fuck, I love you. I don't want anyone else," His hand slides under your chin and tilts your head up just slightly so he can make sure you're looking at him again. "I'm the one who doesn't deserve to call someone as beautiful and kind as you, mine." He kisses your lips delicately.
You clutch at James's arm, voice shaky when you ask, "So you don't think I'm too fat,"
James shakes his head instantly and presses his forehead against yours, "Oh baby, no. You aren't. There is no such thing when love is involved. I love you like this and I'll love you whatever you decide to look like in the future."
You let him hold you, nuzzling into him as finally your tears start to calm. James's body is warm and it sends goosebumps up your skin. "I love you," you whisper, wanting to hear him say it too.
James doesn't hesitate, "I love you. I absolutely adore you," his lips find your cheek and he kisses you again. He pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Please don't cry like this again, you don't know how much it breaks my heart," his hand comes to push some hair away from your eyes. "Now, can you tell me who put those stupid ideas in your head so I know who I have to beat up?"
You can tell he's only half joking and you chuckle. "I promise it doesn't matter."
"Matters to me," He grumbles but doesn't push you to answer. He turns you around and pulls you in closer by your waist as he continues to walk you home.
Once you arrive at your apartment, you convince James to stay the night – or rather you ask since it didn't take much convincing at all.
As you sit on the couch, waiting for him to come so you can start your movie, James walks into the room with your cheesecake and a spoon. You look up, a small smile curling your lips.
"I said I wasn't hungry," you move over and let him sit next to you.
"Oh shush," James rolls his eyes and hands you the plate. He knows you too well for that excuse. You take the plate into your lap and then reach for the spoon.
James makes a tsk noise and holds it away from you. You pout. "Nuhuh, in this relationship we share," he says, grinning, and lowers his hand in front of you. With a click of metal, just like a magician, he reveals another spoon behind yours and you smirk.
"Prick," you mutter and snatch one of the spoons from him. Despite your insult, you adjust your position so James can easily access the cheesecake.
You turn away from him and take a mouthful as you exaggerate a moan and James scoots closer. He does the same and he also grins.
"Delicious," he says and looks at you. With his spoon, he gently taps your nose. "You have some here, love," he teases as if he isn't the one who just smudged cheesecake all over you.
You lean in and playfully rub your nose over his shirt, which earns a groan as James tries to push you away. "Hey! I like this shirt," he whines.
"You can wash it tomorrow, don't be a baby," you tease him. With a smirk, James takes the plate from you and moves it further from your reach. You frown. "And don't take the cheesecake hostage because you're angry with me."
You reach over to take another spoonful of the dessert, however James intercepts your actions as he swoops under your arm and kisses you.
You laugh into his mouth and feel James grin against your lips. He pulls away and he sounds more serious when he smiles and says, "Next time I want to celebrate just us, mm? Just like this," he kisses you again.
You smile. "That I can do. Now hand over the cheesecake now, or I swear I'll – " James interrupts you with yet another kiss, which earns him one of those giggles he loves so much.
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Keys in Your Ignition, Part 25
Summary: now presenting Dr. and Mrs. Everett
Pairings: Hayden Everett X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: mentions of mental health, vague mentions of Jessie’s death, Hayden tears, pussy worship, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, PIV sex, creampie, curious about a lactation kink, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.6K
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Series Masterlist
A/N: While not completely necessary, there is a part featuring Andy Barber, and if you haven’t read Kindly Unspoken, you might be a bit confused.
*dividers created by @firefly-graphics
Hearing Hayden snore behind you, it softly wakes you up. You glance down at the pretzel the two of you had become. His hand firmly on your boobie, while you held his arm. Your ring glimmering in the first morning sun, and your legs were intertwined. At first glance people would assume this wasn’t comfortable, but you loved the warmth that Hayden gave off. He was your home.
Sure you were in your own physical home with him, and Doodle was for once at the foot of the bed waiting on someone in the house to get up, but these simple morning where you could feel his warm breath on your neck, and could feel a faint beating of his heart on your back were your favorite.
Only two and a half weeks separated you from becoming Mrs. Hayden Everett, and you almost wished you had bumped it up even more. Tara had made herself sick trying to figure out how she was going to move things up. But you assured her that you wanted something small and intimate. Keeping things in the Everett’s backyard meant only the closest of friends came.
It was before thanksgiving, before Christmas, and only a few short weeks after your brother’s wedding, but you didn’t want to wait. You wanted to wake up knowing that the man behind you was your husband. There was nothing that you had wanted more than to marry Hayden. Continue creating your beautiful life, and hopefully have a few additions to the family.
Hayden’s face nuzzles on your back, and he pulses his hand, giving your tit a few squeezes. He ghosts his lips on your spine, causing a soft moan to whisper out of you, “Woman, why are you making those noises?”
“Why are you squeezing my tit?”
“Because my hand was on your boobie. They’re fun to play with. Do you know what today is?” He had been counting down the days for this very moment. Literally reminded you how many days were left until your appointment. Last night had been a countdown of hours.
“I do,” he pulls off you, and gives a good stretch before kissing down your body. “Is the door locked so our child can’t come busting in?” He chuckles, shaking his head no. Waiting until he was face to face with your sex, and he bites at his lip. “You’re going to talk to my pussy aren’t you?”
He gives you a quick and playful swat, and kisses on your glistening folds. His shoulders pushing your legs further apart. “She didn’t mean it, honestly, Cupcake. Listen, I know we’ve been having fun, but we’re getting that thing taken out of you today. And,” he holds up his finger, and you laugh silently watching him have the most serious conversation with your cunt.
“I’m going to be very demanding. I want a baby with this woman, and I don’t know what I want more to marry her or procreate with her. What I do know is I love her very much, and she is going to give me the sweetest, coziest babies ever. So I need you to behave. I need you to work with me, and not against me,” you brush back his fallen hair out of his face, and he looks up at you. Leaning into your hand, “We’re gonna make a baby.”
“Well get up here, and let’s make a baby.”
“Doll! You still have that torture device in my pretty girl.”
“It’s an IUD!”
“What I’m saying is, we can’t make a baby, and I’m not wasting my baby juice on that. I need to save that for when it’s out of you. But I can make you see stars,” with a devilish smirk he dives into your core. His lips kissing up your slit so calmly and peacefully. Whispering out I love you’s, and you don’t care if it’s for you or your pussy.
Sticking out his tongue, the thick muscle pushes into your tight channel. His nose rubbing up and down on your clit, while he savors your honey. This would be one of the last times he was having dessert for breakfast, because after today was going to be just pure animalistic breeding. You both knew it. Didn’t care that the wedding was such a short while. You hoped you could get pregnant beforehand.
Hayden flattens his tongue and runs it up the expanse of you. Moaning at your taste before his lips circle around your clit. Sucking the little nub, while pressing three fingers into your hole, “Play with your boobies,” he says, pulling off of you with a pop. Letting his body lay flat on the bed while he worships at your altar. Your hands move to your tits, and you pinch at the hardened buds. Grabbing them, and giving them a shake, because Hayden loved to watch your tits jiggle.
He had studied your body as closely as his books. He knew what to do and where to hit to make you climax quickly. He was stalling. He enjoyed watching you as your face filled with pleasure. Loved your sweet sounds in the morning because they were more hoarse. A rawness to it. Your face cleaned of any makeup. Eyes a bit puffy, and hair a mess from sleep, but he found you the most beautiful and vulnerable just like this.
You were comfortable here in this bed, and in this house that you were making a home. Whether you were snuggled up beside him, or sitting on the couch studying, this was yours and his space, and soon the two of you would fill it with a family. Babies running around being chased by Doodle, and possibly another dog.
He changes to nip at your sensitive pearl, and your back arches of the bed. He was heading for the grand finale. Pulling out every whimper and his hiccuped name. The two of you would truly be having unprotected sex as you counted down your next milestone, your wedding. It might be fast to some, but it was perfect timing for you and him.
Curling his fingers, he lets the calloused tips hit over the spongy area in your cunt. Your eyes and pussy clench down as your high over takes you. Settling back on the bed, hearing Hayden slurp up all your juices before he’s crawling back up to you. His lips glossy with your essence kiss over your face, before smiling at you fondly, “Alright, get dressed. We got to feed your boyfriend or he’s going to be grumpy at work.”
“Quit calling Curtis my boyfriend. You said that to someone the other day, and they were very confused.”
“Fine, he’s your boyfriend around family. He can be your boring brother-in-law around new people, deal?” You give him a nod, and sit up to find Doodle with his nose in the corner.
“Haydes! Look at our baby.”
“We embarrass him.”
“Maybe if his daddy wasn’t such a horn dog.”
“Ooh! Say that again.”
“Horn dog,” you laugh, biting at your lip.
“No, say daddy. Because that’s what you’re going to make me. Say it.”
“Baby daddy,” you squeal, jumping up to run into the bathroom to grab one of his shirts.
“Doll! No! Just daddy!”
“Where is he?” You stutter, your eyes already filling up with tears while Steve and Tulip try and calm you down. “Steve, where’s Curtis?”
“He’s on his way.”
Your eyes drift to the clock in the living room, and you shake your head. Eyes going red, trying to steady your breathing. “I won’t get married without him here. I can’t. Can you please just call him? Ask how far away he is. It’s…how’s Hayden?” Tulip walks closer with Sailor, using her hand to fan your face.
“Shh, Doll, he’ll be here shortly.”
“The ceremony is supposed to start in fifteen minutes! Do you think Hayden would be mad if I delayed the wedding?”
“He wouldn’t,” Howard steps into the living room, beaming at you. His hands stretched wide to give you a big hug. “However, my other son is going to be in trouble for upsetting you. Steve, I need to find out his estimated time here. Tulip, will you go inform Tara and Hayden that everything is okay, but fill them in. Guppy, you come here to Poppy, I think Mememe needs some loving, too.”
Her chubby little legs kick around as she reaches for Howard. Laying down on his chest, and even blowing you a kiss. “I don’t want to do this without him here,” you tell Howard as everyone leaves. “This is all because of him.”
“While I know what you mean, sweetheart this is all because of you. He gave you the tools, but you learned to use them,” you pout your lip out, starting to fan your own face, “Sweetheart, there’s no need for tears. Curtis will be here. Hayden is waiting outside patiently for his future wife. This wedding will happen today even if it takes another hour. And then you and Hayden will go home, and spend your first night together as husband and wife before your honeymoon. Okay?”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Curtis slams through the door with Andy Barber by his side. Running over to you for a cheek kiss before he’s racing upstairs, leaving Andy to stare at Howard awkwardly. “You know, when Curtis was late because he was doing something, I never thought it was because of you. How are you, son?”
“Doing well. I, uh, I probably should go.”
“No,” you answer quickly. Grabbing at his hand, you shake your head, “The least you can do since you almost ruined my wedding is stay. Hayden would be so excited to have the Andy Barber at his wedding. There’s plenty of food. It’s not much. I don’t need much but him. Please?”
“As long as you save a dance for me?” You smile nodding your head, as Howard walks out with him. Steve walks back into the living room with you, and both of you wait. Looking up at the stairs for Curtis.
He looked handsome with his suit on. Him and Steve hold both their arms out for you to take, and you inhale sharply, “I’m really doing this, aren’t I?”
“It’s not too late to walk away now,” Steve laughs. The both of them walk you closer to the back door. Already able to see Hayden under the treehouse with his best friend Beck who was whispering something in his ear, and then turning to look at you. Hayden was refusing to look at the back door.
“No, it’s too late.”
“I don’t want to know,” Steve sighs.
“And I know all too well. How many weeks have you been without your torture device?” You give him a quick and painless punch to his side, and giggle when Hayden’s eyes, but not his face, looks over towards you.
He licks his lips before looking down at the ground, almost ruining his first look. “He’s so beautiful.”
“And this is such a sickeningly sweet love story,” Steve gives you a quick kiss to your cheek, and opens the door. It was your love story. And it was your favorite. The music starts up as the two men lead you down the aisle.
Sailor squeals from Tara’s lap, clapping her hands with her sweet little, “Memememe!”
Doodle’s body shakes at Hayden’s feet, and his nose nudges his dad’s hand before Hayden finally looks back at you. His face scrunches up, and his hands begin to wipe at the tears as they walk you down the aisle. You could hardly see with the tears clouding your eyes. Stopping when you reach just in front of him.
“Who gives this woman for this man?”
“Her family,” Steve stutters.
“And her extended family,” Curtis adds in before Steve sits down, and Curtis helps you to stand in front of Hayden. Leaving your side only when Sailor whimpers out a Coco. And he walks over to pick her up.
You can’t even hear what the officiant is saying. Only looking at your almost husband, and ready for the both of you to say your vows. Ready to start a new journey with your favorite person. Doodle’s whole body shaking and walking between his parents and grandparents.
“Doll, I knew the moment I saw your ass sticking out from under of my blankets, laying on my big boy bed, that poster of Cameron Diaz still on my wall, that you were the one I was going to marry. Call me a crazy person by judging someone from the butt and lack of panties, but you had me. And then, you talked to squirrels,” you laugh at him reminding him they were chipmunks, your tears slightly leaving. He was perfect.
“I’ve never met someone as strong as you. Someone as determined to carve out her life despite the hand that was dealt to you. You work harder than anyone I have ever met. You make me laugh everyday, and I know we’re just getting started. I know that you’re going to give me pumpkin cupcakes whenever I ask for them,” he gives you a cheeky little wink, and looks up at the bottom of the treehouse. Collecting his thoughts.
“And I know you’re going to give me this life I never knew I wanted. I always thought that I was going to go from woman to woman. Live in the city, and now I want one woman. We got a home in suburbia. I want all the babies with you. And you gave me my brother back. My family is complete with you in it, and I can never thank you enough, but I promise your cute little ass that you never keep covered that I will try everyday to make you as happy as you make me.”
You go to lean forward, because he needed a kiss, but Curtis pulls you back, letting you know it wasn’t time for that. Taking a deep breath, you don’t know how you will ever top anything he said.
“Haydes, you make me believe in fairytales. I’ve always envisioned my perfect life, and while you weren’t in it, the husband I imagined always possessed your qualities. The dreams that I could dream, could never add up to the man I have. I always wanted someone loyal, smart, kind, funny, loving, playful, a good dad, someone excited to see me, and I got it. And so much more.”
You pause, having to wipe your eyes, and tap on your leg for Doodle to join you. Holding his head up proud, while you pet on his smooth fur, “I didn’t know that outside of my rock bottom was going to be you. Was going to be my future family. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here, and it’s ours. I know we have so much we want to accomplish and do, but my favorite thing is just being with you. You make life fun, Hayden Elias Everett. And I can’t wait for all the happy and laughing tears that you always seem to give me.”
“And pumpkin cupcakes, right?”
“Pumpkin cupcakes whenever you want them.”
Hayden's smile turns into that boyish smirk, and he starts to pull you close, but both Beck and Curtis stop you, “Okay, husband and wife. Say it, because I really need to kiss her,” Hayden glares at the officiant.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now,” but you and Hayden were already slotting your lips against each other. With his hand tight on your lower back he dips you down, continuing to kiss on your lips, and you hold your husband that much closer.
“Yep, go ahead and start the music. Eat. These two will be at this for a while,” Curtis walks over to Steve, handing off the baby before he heads towards Andy. They still had a few things that they needed to discuss.
Andy walks over to you, extending a hand down, and Hayden’s eyes widen, “You did promise me dance, Mrs. Everett. Can I borrow your wife for a moment?”
“Yep,” Hayden nods, lifting you up to join Andy. “Just — I do want her back,” you snort as Andy guides you to the dance floor. You keep peeking over at your husband who was smiling like a child. Leaning back to get Beck’s attention, pointing at you.
“You married a good one,” Andy says, starting to rock you from side to side.
“I know, but you just about delayed my wedding.”
“I apologize. He did say that you would kill him if he missed.”
“I wouldn’t have gotten married if he missed,” Andy slowly nods his head, and that’s when you noticed you were further away from everyone. “Why were you late?”
“We had something we needed to do.”
“That wasn’t ominous. Andy, can I be honest with you?” He nods his head. You were shaping up to be the woman that Curtis described. At first meeting you, he never would have thought that. He saw someone that's insecure, weak almost. But now you seem fierce and ready to protect. “I don’t know what you’re doing with my brother, and I can freely say that because I married into the family.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“He’s on his journey to better mental health, and as soon as you come into the picture, he’s changed. I know Curtis is a big boy, but he’s so much more tender than people realize. In some ways, I owe him my life. He pulled me out of this toxic swamp when no one else would. I love that man. And I need to know you’re not going to hurt him. Please, keep him safe.”
Andy pulls you closer to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “I don’t want to hurt him. And after you get back from your honeymoon, he needs to tell you. You know who I am, and you know I loved Jessie. Would have married her. I wanted this with her. There’s a lot that happened surrounding her death, and he’s helping me with it.”
“So…” you lay a hand on his chest, pushing yourself back to look at him. “What did she leave behind?”
“Your perspective.”
“Her case was easy to determine. He was on the phone with her when Brock…he wouldn’t be investigating anything unless she left something behind. And the fact that you’re involved. Andy?”
His hand presses up against your stomach, and he gives you a nod. Hayden’s hand slaps over Beck’s arm, feeling like he was having an aneurysm. Watching Andy touch on your belly that he was hoping would be swollen with his baby before Christmas.
“Curtis said you were smart.”
“I’m not dumb. Curtis was fine letting Jessie rest. But…Andy, is it yours?”
“Pretty sure. You — you take care of that boy, well man. You’ll make a good mother,” your eyes move over Andy’s face quickly. Trying to process what he was saying, and starting to hyperventilate. “Hey, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.”
“I shouldn’t have said anything on your wedding day. I’m sorry,” you take a deep breath, and Andy pulls you closer, “Me or Curtis can tell you more when we know more. Enjoy your evening with your husband. Have fun on your honeymoon. And take care of him, okay? You don’t know much more than we do. But if you keep freaking out, your husband is going to get mad at me.”
“Doubtful,” you try to make things feel lighthearted as you lean back. The song nearly at an end, and you just wanted to feel Hayden’s warmth, “He has the biggest man crush on you. Look at my dorky husband,” he was adorable. Almost shaking in his skin watching you. “You’ll have to start coming around more often. If Curtis, Hayden, Howard, and Tara think so highly of you, you’re a good man. Let me know if I can help.”
Andy kisses your cheek, whispering out an I will before he leaves you to have Hayden rush up against you. Picking you up, he spins you around, and gives your ass a squeeze, “I don’t share, and I still won’t even with him, but tell me why that was the hottest thing in the world?”
“You’re being silly.”
“Andy Barber kissed you.”
“On the cheek.”
“Doll? I really could use my pumpkin cupcakes right now.”
“Are you ready to leave?” He nods at you, and you crash your lips into you. Giving Hayden a bruising kiss, and he starts to carry you away from the crowd. Curtis spotting him, holds his thumb up while you and Hayden head home. The first night as husband and wife.
Holding you bridal style, Hayden walks you past the threshold. Both of you are still lost in each other's mouths, and he takes sure steps toward the bedroom. Only sitting you down when he opens the door. You turn your back to him, peeking over your shoulder, “Can you help me unzip?”
“Yeah,” his fingers connect with your zipper, and he drags it slowly down your back. Smiling when he sees brand new lingerie just for the occasion. Sliding his hands up your back, and to your arms, he knocks the dress of your body, and you whimper when it hits the floor, “What’s wrong, wife?”
“I want you to fuck a baby in me.”
“Have I already?” He spins you around to look at him as you start removing his own clothes. Button by button you move your hands lower. His tie was already discarded at the reception along with his jacket. Upon opening his shirt your lips make a trail down his chest, but he grabs your elbows stopping you.
“Andy touched your stomach. Have I already fucked a baby in you?”
“It’s too soon to tell. He just said we would make good parents. I don’t want to talk about Andy,” you palm him over his slacks, he was so hard. And you were drenched. You felt like you had been wet all day.
“Oh?” Hayden pulls you flush with his hard body. Kissing and sucking on your neck. You shimmy your hands in between you, undoing his pants, and let them fall to the floor. His cock aching and needy presses up against your stomach. His silk boxers feel amazing against your heated skin.
He backs the both of you up to the bed, wrapping his arms around you to remove your bra in one motion. Pulling back to stare at your tits, “Soon these will be so swollen with milk. Your belly swollen with me. Are you excited about always having me inside you?”
“Y-y-yeah,” you squeak out, pulling down his boxers, you grip him at the base of his cock. I don’t want you to stop fucking me, until you’ve given us a baby.”
“Fuck my seed so deep in you, it’ll stick. Are you ready to be very sore and tender?” He hooks his fingers at the elastic of your panties and when you nod your head yes, he yanks them down. Lifting you up, Hayden tosses you to the bed.
He crawls over the bed like you were his prey. Stalking you, and when your legs drop open, he knows you need no prep. Grabbing up your hands at your wrist, he slams them above your head. Settling himself between your thighs, he lines himself up. Sliding down to the root, and never giving you time to adjust. Stinging only slightly, but you were fucking your husbad.
Hayden’s hips roll into yours. A steady and slow pace. “How are we going to fuck when you’re swollen with my child?”
“I’ll ride you.”
“Mmm, you gonna be on your knees for me?”
“Always,” your voice becomes breathless too quickly. It was all so real. He felt amazing like this. Knowing the both of you were in love, but both yearning for something to bring you closer.
“You gonna let me play with your boobies?”
“Yeah. You love my boobies,” you try not to laugh, but when he adjusts his angle and his tip nudges on your g spot, you moan. “Let me touch you,” you whine, trying to get your wrists out of his embrace. “Wanna feel my husband.”
His eyes roll in the back of his head, letting go of your hands, and you grab onto his back. Your fingernails tickling down his spine with his thrusts. Moving his hand to press in your stomach. Letting it ripple below him. “Feel how deep I am?”
“Your cock is so deep, babe.”
“That’s how it’s gonna take, huh?”
“Harder,” you plead. Letting him crash into your warmth. Moving his hand to your face where his thumb traces over your lips. You open up wider, and let him rub his digit over your flattened tongue. Closing your lips around it, you suck on the thick appendage, which makes him go faster. Harder.
His motions ramming the bed onto the wall behind. Your walls flutter around him, but he stops, pulling out of you, his arm wraps around you to put you on your stomach. Standing into the floor, he jerks you down the bed by your ankles before placing you on your knees. Using his hips to push into your warmth. His fingers dig into your soft curves, making sure to leave their mark on your hips.
Hayden rails into you, watching where the two of you connect. Your cream covering his cock only makes him go harder. Going so hard, your body drifts to the bed. Weakened and completely stimulated by him. With every inch closer to the bed, he starts crawling over you. Your back arches to take every part of him. His balls slapping at your clit.
Eyes fluttering shut as pleasure seeps through your body. You felt Hayden everywhere. All the way down to your soul as the two of you become one. It was primal the way he rutted into you. A visceral need to fill you to the brim. Knowing that eventually your body would change for the two of you as your belly stretched.
Lifting you up by the root of your hair, you scream out his name as your walls lock him into a vice grip. He grunts as he stuffs himself into your achingly tight hole. Panting out I love you to each other. Hands full of your ass as his cock stretches you out. Racing for his grand finale, and you take it. You were proud to call Dr. Hayden Everett your husband. Enjoyed laying underneath him and taking whatever he gave you.
And when his spunk spurts deep into your cunt, hot ribbons of thick creamy cum paint your insides, you cum again. Letting that man fall onto your back, “We gotta let it sit there. Gotta make sure it takes, Doll face.”
“I know, husband. And I want you doing this everyday until it does take. I’m ready to make you a daddy, Hayden.”
“Fuck yeah. And I’m gonna make you a mommy. Gotta share my boobies with my kid though, huh?”
“For a while.”
“I’ll have to test everything out. Just to make sure it isn’t poisoned, okay?”
“Oh?” You look back at his sweaty face resting on your back, “You going to suck on my boobie until milk comes out.”
“I gotta try it, Doll. I gotta. It’s only fair for me to make sure you’re feeding our baby well.”
“How was your pumpkin cupcake?”
He buries his face on your back laughing. Your skin prickles up at the vibrations, and he slowly starts to pull out of you. “It was good. You realize I told everyone at the wedding I wanted to fuck your everyday, right?,” hooking a hand around your waist, he lifts you up off the bed. “Push it out. I wanna see.”
You push out his thick cream. Letting it drop into his hand before he’s shoving his fingers and the jizz back into you. “Yeah, you’re going to be a mess until this takes. Just gonna have to keep fucking it back in there. We could get a plug. Let you sleep with it.”
“No,” you laugh. Moving your body so you can see him better. “You look happy.”
“I am so happy, Doll. We did it. Even though Sailor did not walk in the wedding. Why did we have to wait?”
“Because her looked pretty in her dress.”
He hovers over you, ghosting his lips on your own, “I love you, Mrs. Everett.”
“And I love you, Dr. Everett.”
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Hey Crim, I can't sleep, so I thought I'd come to you blog for a bit :) may I ask what your favourite scenes in tog are?
all. all of them
well i know i have a (very obvious) inclination towards joenicky. the van scene: very fucking tender. the lab malta/bedhead scene: extremely cute. the keane fight: iconique™ but if i had to pick favorite-favorite scene they would probably be the group ones. the baklava scene, the dinner scene, the kill floor, the train scene, etc
the baklava scene is So Good. ppl sometimes give tog shit for too much exposition dump (fuck man, its got 7000 + 1000 + 1000 + ?000 +200 years of history to cover. theres a lot of shit nile/the audience needs to know) but the baklava scene does So Much characterization work with barely any dialogue. the reunion between booker and andy, the gift, the playful ribbing. the way they establish andy's dislike of being photographed to peak the audience's interest. joe and nicky's reunion with andy (how they differ from booker's! how they differ from each other! nicky's silent hug vs. joe's playful one vs. booker's distanced jokes and questions!) the camaraderie & fondness that the inside joke of the baklava bet establishes between them, and the way you can see them communicate without words. <3
the dinner scene, you learn So much abt the characters. yes its a shitton of exposition but its all so good. nile's curiosity, the slow reveal of the ages youre working with (booker is 200 years old -> nicky is older -> joe is as old as nicky -> andy is the oldest) the way they work off of each other when they explain everything to her as they eat, the domesticity of the meal and the safehouse, the way the table is round but the shots make it feel like andy is at the head
the way it transitions to them sleeping and you see joenicky, booker, and nile all crammed together in a corner while andy keeps watch. loooooook someone even got nile a toothbrush 😭
the kill floor! swords! axes! sexy military armor/equipment! look at them cosplaying the beatles together <3
again people give tog shit for too much info dumping but the kill floor shows without any words how well the squad works together and moves together, watching each character take out their respective bad guys in their own ways (booker and his lil combat roll and his rifle, nicky and joe fighting together, andy with her axe and brutal efficiency) and its a beautiful scene & set and the action is [chefs kiss] and the hits all feel so brutal and real. lov it.
and the train scene! its a bit short in comparison to the others, but if you learn about the squad from the way they fight you really learn about them from the way they argue. their immediate reactions to learning about nile (andy's done, booker's wary, joe is protective, and nicky is empathetic) how they all argue about the best way to move forward but eventually agree after nicky makes his point (and how they all listen when andy tells them what they'll all do) and how the point nicky makes is 'we all need each other so that means she needs us too' and how nobody can argue with that BC THEY ALL WUV EACH OTHER VERY MUCH ❤❤❤💕💞💖💗🥰
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✨✨✨hi! once you get this you have to say five things that you like about yourself, publicly, then send this to ten of your favorite followers (non-negotiable) spread positivity! Have a lovely day ✨✨✨
Andy I hope all of your hopes and dreams come true lov u muah
Em, my sweet angel thank you so much 🥺🥺💓💖💘💕💞💓💖💞💖💕💓💖💘
Ahhhh it'll be hard to find 5 more things I like about myself so instead I'll list 5 things I like to do!!
I like taking long walks
I like baking and making sweets and eating said sweets heh (I have such a huge sweet tooth)
I like reading, either that's books or fics or anything
I like listening to music and discovering new artists
I like being here, interacting with all of you :') you all make my day significantly brighter 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Have a wonderful day bub!! Love you!!!! ✨
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Duckie Dale x reader
You and Duckie had had an argument earlier that week, and you were miserable. Your heart hurt at the thought of the things you had said to each other.
flashback
"You know Duckie, if you really want to know what's wrong with me, then i'll tell you." you said turning to look at him, frustration and hurt evident on your face. "Yes, would you please inform me, about why you're being so pissy." Duckie said looking at you with a stance of impatience. "Fine. All you do is talk about Andie. You talk about how worried you are for her, how much you miss her, how much you wish you could see her, and just have her in the same room!" you yell, your hands moving around with such vigor you thought you might hurt yourself. he scoffed at you shaking his head and turning away from you in mock disbelief. "You're being serious? Well it's not my fault that I want to be around her, and honestly lately i'd rather be with her than you. You wanna know why (Y/n), huh?! Because- because I loved Andie first, and sometimes I just can't stand to be around you!" he shouted at you, taking his hat off and running his hands through his hair sighing in frustration.
At his words you could hear your heart shatter, your hands instinctively came up to cover your heart. your fists clenched as if trying to hold your heart together. Your eyes filled with tears that immediately flowed down your cheeks, not bothering to hold in your sobs. "If you can't stand to be around me, and you obviously love Andie, then i guess i was just bullshit to you then?!" you choke out between sobs.
Duckie looked at you, and had realized what he had said. His eyes were wide, and filled to the brim with regret. His eyes teared up as he listened to you sob and yell at him, he had never thought that he would ever be the cause for your heart to break. He had to say something but he just didn't know how to take back what he had said, so he just kept going. "Yeah, well I love you too, but I don't know how you think i'm supposed to forget her (Y/n). I just can't, she's my friend too, and I can't just give up on that. " He said trying to remain calm, and start shouting again. The look on your face was one of pure confusion and distress. you just wanted to know the answer to one question. "You didn't answer me Duckie. Was I just bullshit to you? Was everything half-assed?" you ask your voice breaking. "(Y/n), I-I just told you that I lov-" you cut him off with a stronger voice this time, your voice had gotten so calm it was almost scary. "Was I bullshit Phil?" His eyes grew wide at the use of his real name, he's never heard you say it until now. His eyes shut harshly. "No. You were not and are not bullshit (y/n). I'm sorry okay.. please just let's forget this all ok. I love you, I really love you." He said taking a step toward you, reaching out to try and pull you into his arms. As soon as you felt his hand touch your arm you pulled away, taking a step back. You couldn't believe you were pulling away from the touch you so desperately loved and longed for. The touch that made you feel safe.
Taking a shaky breath you looked at him, his face had such a hurt look, and your heart broke at the sight but you just couldn't see him right now. Not after the things you had said to each other only seconds ago. "I think you should go Duckie.. I need to be alone right now.. please." you said your voice still calm, but starting to once again waver. Duckie's heart hurt and his hands fell to his sides and he nodded quietly walking to the door and walking away.
The moment the door closed, you screamed and threw the thing closest to you which just so happened to be a picture of you and Duckie on your birthday. His arms were wrapped around you from behind and your hands were placed over his, your head leaning back against his shoulder, while he kissed your cheek, and a wide smile was spread across your face. You began to cry again and eventually ended up crying yourself to sleep.
When Duckie closed the door he had heard your scream, and the sound of you throwing something to the floor. He cringed and, let a few tears slipped down his face as he left your house as quickly as possible.
present time
Duckie had asked you to prom before all of this happened, and you were so excited to go. You had gotten a dress and everything. Deciding not to put everything to waste you had gotten ready and headed to the prom by yourself. Your dress was beautiful, a soft lavender color that fell perfectly around you. Your hair was curled perfectly, and your makeup was simple and soft. Just the way you had planned to do for when you went with Duckie.
Walking down the hallway you began to get nervous and began to debate leaving. When suddenly you looked up the stairs and saw the one person you never thought you would see there. Duckie Dale. You gave a very nervous smile as you saw him, he looked so handsome. He smiled back at you, and took off his sunglasses. You both stood there a while nervous and not sure what to do, but seeing him standing there made something in you snap and begin to smile. Seeing this his lips turned up into a huge smile, and he began to walk down the stairs towards you.
As he did this you began to break into a slight jog, and he did too. Meeting each other halfway he picked you up and spun you around. He set you down and looked at you. "I've always loved you more than life itself (y/n), and i never wanna be apart that long ever again." he said taking your face in his hands, that touch you missed so much. you sighed and leaned into his touch. "I love you too Duckie, more than anyone could ever love another person. Please don't ever leave me again. I'm so sorry i was so selfish. I know she means so much to you. Do you forgive me?" He nodded his head "Of course I do, I'll try not to mention those things too much anymore I'm sorry too." he said and you leaned in to kiss him,your hands wrapping around his waist tugging him closer. He pulled away and smiled at you. "You look beautiful tonight. Absolutely stunning." he says and you blush, trying to look away but he stops you. Pulling you into another kiss. "I'll never leave you, I can't stand to be away from you. I love you." he punctuated each word with a kiss, that made your heart flutter.
And guess what? You never left each other again.
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Chapter 4 of Platonic Tran!Tarty
*Note: So here is my 4th chapter of this, probably will do 1 more but I have another Trans!TJ Tyrus story in mind. Also I am mixed on this chapter so nice words are appreciated.
Also side note: If you bind be safely. Never wear more than 8 hours at a time when avoidable, never sleep in, bind loosely when exercising, and take it off when you pain.
Listen to your body! This goes for store bought and home made binding methods. I have fucked myself up with binding unsafely!
Finally you matter whether you pass, don't pass, or don't want to pass. The way you present yourself is up to you. NO ONE can tell you how to present your gender or lack there of. ♡
"We kicked that boy out because we do not have a son, but our daughter is welcome back whenever she wants."
That was the last thing Marty's mother said to him when he went with his aunt to get his stuff from his former bedroom. He tried not to let on that what she said hurt him, but damn did it hurt. All he could muster up the courage to say was "You never had a daughter." Before closing the front door.
To say it has been a weird few days is an understatement. Marty was kicked out of his parent's home. He isn't necessarily upset about not being in that house though. Being there always felt like he was living in one of those abandoned minefields. From a distance, it looked safe, there was a delicate way to step to keep everything from blowing up around it. But Marty stepped on one of those mines the moment he refused to let his mother ignore who he was anymore. No, actually he didn't just step on it, it was like he purposely found it and slammed down on it, obliterating everything that kept their sham of a family together.
As with any explosion, Marty didn't walk away unscathed either. It hurt him so badly that his mother would rather him not living with them just because he wanted to be happy. It hurt him to know that she, and his father chose bigotry over their own kid, because that means they never truly loved him. They loved the idea of having a child. But as soon as that child did something outside their mold they created, they wanted him to go back into that mold. They wanted him to deny who he was. They wanted him to go back to playing make believe. That's not love. That's hate.
But even with these wounds he endured, good came from them. The Kippens let him stay the first night. Mrs. Kippen also helped him arrange things with his aunt. Actually as soon as she heard what her "horrid" sister and brother-in-law did to their own child, she gladly offered to take up guardianship. So now he is living with a guardian who is loving and supportive of him just the way he is. He doesn't go into detail about why his parents kicked him out to people who don't already know because he is still not ready to come out. The only people who know are the Kippens, his aunt, and Buffy. That night also confirmed for him how much he lov...really likes Buffy. She stood by his side through it all. On top of all of this, his aunt live a street over from the Kippens.
TJ and Marty have taken to spending a lot of time together(when they weren't with their significant others.) It was nice having a bestfriend who could relate to what you were going through. It was this reason, that the boys were sitting at TJ's dining room table, scrolling through a tablet, searching for the perfect binder for Marty. It wasn't exactly Marty's idea. He was perfectly fine with binding with bandages and sports bras but TJ found out and insisted.
"Dude, you are a runner! Binders already constrict your chest, you know the thing with your lungs in it?" TJ says sarcastically. "You should find one that is more breathable than whatever makeshift one you are using."
"In case you've forgotten, it was kind of hard to have one in my parents house. I had saved up and bought one, then my mom found it and tossed it. I don't exactly have the money for one right now."
"Don't worry about that."
"Man, you can't afford one either." Marty knew that Amber and TJ's parents weren't super well off money wise. That's why both kids have jobs.
"I didn't say I was buying it."
"How are we getting it then?"
TJ looks away guiltily like he said too much.
"How are we getting it TJ?" Marty demands as TJ tries to ignore him by continuing to scroll online.
"I know you heard me Teej."
TJ lets out a sigh. "Okay but you did not hear this from me! She will kill me if she knew I told you. But...Buffy is paying for it. She wanted you to be safe while running and playing sports. I think her exact words were 'How can I kick his butt if he goes passing out on me?'"
Marty groans. "She shouldn't waste her money on me."
"Look man, I would just take it. Buffy cares about you and wants the best for you."
Marty gets a dopey smile on his face. "I guess she does, doesn't she?"
TJ rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance before punching Marty's shoulder playfully. "Duh. I didn't think you were that dense. "
"Whatever, let's get back to looking I guess." Marty laughs before the boys turned their attention back to the tablet in front of them.
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After a while, after they decide on the right one, they find themselves sitting in TJ's basement playing video games. Both their cell phones vibrate at the same time. It's the group chat.
Buffy: Is anyone free? Wanna get some lunch at The Spoon?
Andi: Yea, Amber and I will be there.
Buffy: Oh? You and Amber are hanging out.
Amber: Yea ;)
Andi: Amber! I'm just helping her a poster board for her English class.
TJ: Sure ;)
Buffy: Anyhow...anyone else wanna come.
Marty: I'll be there Driscoll. <3 So will TJ.
Jonah: Did you just use the heart emoji?
Marty: Yea, what of it?
Jonah: Nothing, man. I'll be there too.
TJ notices that Cyrus isn't responding to the group chat. He is a little worried because Cyrus is always the first to replying to an invite for babytaters.
TJ: Cy, you coming?
Jonah: ?
Buffy: Cyrus?
Andi: Maybe God phone is dead. No biggie.
TJ: Maybe. I'm going to take a rain check on The Spoon.
TJ turns to Marty. "Hey I will catch you later. I'm going to Cyrus' house to make sure he is okay."
"Alright, maybe you all can meet up with us later."
TJ gives a half smile. "Maybe."
Marty nods and heads out. A few minutes later, TJ has his coat on and is heading to Cyrus.
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Cyrus felt terrible. He honestly felt like his world was crashing down around him. He knows he is being oversensitive but can't help it. He was laying on his bed, trying not to cry. He was not succeeding very well.
He had heard his phone vibrating from the night stand next to his bed. He just couldn't find the strength to reach over and see who it was. He was too busy being self-loathing, for that.
After a while he hears a small knock on his bedroom door. He yells out "I don't want to talk about it, dad! Please go away." Sometimes Cyrus hated that his parents were psychiatrists. It made it hard to avoid his feelings.
"It's not your dad, it's me, Underdog." He didn't expect to hear TJ's voice come from the other side of the door. The voice continues "Can I come in please?"
The blonde waits on the other side of the door for a response. He listens to some shuffling before a weak voice calls out. "Yea, come in."
When TJ enters the room, he sees the brunette sitting cross legged on his bed. It looks like he had hurriedly tried to wipe away some tears, leaving behind puffy eyes and streaks down his cheek. TJ immediately walks the room, closing the distance between them. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes Cyrus' hand in his.
Rubbing the rough skins on Cyrus knuckles with his thumb, he meets Cyrus' eyes. "Cy, what's wrong?"
Cyrus looks away, and attempts to change the subject. "Weren't you and Marty having a bros day or something?" He knows how lame that sounds coming out of his mouth.
"We were. But Buffy invited everyone to The Spoon and I was going to go, but you weren't replying to my messages, and I got worried."
Cyrus looks guiltily at his phone sitting on his nightstand. He turns back to TJ, still not being able to look him in the eye. "You should of gone. I'm sorry."
"I didn't want to go if you weren't there. Like I like our friends but you were the person I was looking forward to hanging out with."
A gap of air gets caught in Cyrus' throat, almost as if he is attempting to hold back a sob. "Why…"
"Why what?" TJ looks confused.
"Why...why do you want to hang out with me?" Cyrus says quietly.
TJ looks at the boy, confused. "You're are my boyfriend. Why wouldn't I want to hang out with you?"
"You don't get it. I don't know why you want to be with me, why you were even my friend in the first place. I'm awkward, and annoying, and anxious, and I'm not really worth your time… and I'm..."
TJ interrupts Cyrus by throwing his arms around him and pulling into a hug. "Cyrus, none of that is true, what has gotten into you?"
Cyrus mumbles something against TJ's shirt. The jock pulls back slightly and says softly. "What did you say?"
"I said... Kira."
"Wait you mean that one girl Buffy kicked off the girl's team?"
Cyrus nods his head.
TJ looks angry but not at Cyrus. "What did she do?" His voice is scarily calm. But he is so mad, because whatever she did made the boy he loves hurt.
"It doesn't matter, Teej. She was right any ways."
"Cyrus, what did she do?"
"It's nothing, really. I promise."
"You were in here crying and even now you look like you are still on the verge of tears. I may be oblivious but never to anything that hurts you." TJ says as place his hand under Cyrus's chin, forcing him to look meet his eyes.
"Okay, I...I will tell you. But it is stupid." Cyrus sounds almost embarrassed. "I went out grocery shopping with my dad this morning. Outside the market, Kira was there with some of her friends. I had stepped outside to get some air because my dad was taking forever. She saw me and came over. I think she knows I am one of Buffy's best friends. She started talking to me and I could tell she wasn't trying to make polite small talk. But I tried to be nice and just kind of ignore her but then she said...some mean things."
TJ whispers, "What did she say Cy?"
"She doesn't understand why you are dating me. She said that it must have been a fluke that one of the most popular guys in school is dating a loser like me. She said you must have just felt bad for me or something. And Teej, she is right. I am not very cool obviously and I am pretty annoying. Remember you even said that."
TJ thinks back to the swings. He totally forgot about that. He was just blowing off steam trying to work up the courage to say more though that day. "Wow, Cyrus, you can't seriously believe that? I'm sorry I ever said that but do you remember what else I said that day. I meant it when I said you are the only person I can talk to like this." Cyrus turns a way. TJ continues. "You know she is only trying to hurt you. Nothing of what she said is true. Cyrus please tell me you know she is just trying to get into your head."
"I mean I get that she isn't a nice person but it still got to me, you know? I wish I could be confident and popular sometimes. It's stupid. I just like you so much, and I am worried that I am not good enough for you. Like...I would understand if you found someone better."
TJ instinctive moves his hands to cup Cyrus' cheeks, pushing slightly so the shorter boy stops talking. TJ smiles at how cute his boyfriend looks before beginning to speak. "You know, for someone so smart, you can be so dumb sometimes."
Cyrus sarcastically replies "That makes me feel so much better." TJ's hands don't leave Cyrus' face.
"Underdog, do you think I would leave you because you are not cool enough? I have had a crush on you since the day we met. It was not because I thought you were "cool" or whatever. I thought you were the cutest boy I had ever seen. I loved saying you were with me because I could pretend for that slight moment that you were with me. Then the more we talked, the more I wanted that to be true.I love how dorky you can be. I love how sweet you are. You are truly my favorite person. I wanted to be better so I could be good enough for you. Then when I didn't think I could like you more than I already did, you managed to make that happen, too. You accepted me without question when I told you that I was trans. You have never made me feel like less then a guy. Cyrus, you are the only person I want to be with."
"Teej, that's because you are not less than any other guy. Why would I ever treat you differently?"
"Because not everyone thinks like that."
"Well anyone who would treat you like less is wrong." Cyrus, for the first time since TJ arrived smiles. He smiles that cute smile that TJ know is just for him.
"Cyrus, I am so thankful everyday to have you in my life. You are amazing and I need you to know that."
"I know that you think I am amazing, and even if I don't believe that I am, that is enough for now." Cyrus leans his forehead against TJ's. The boys are now both sitting across from each other on the bed.
TJ returns Cyrus' smile. His voice is quiet adding to the tiny world they created around them,making it feel like they were the only people that existed in that moment. "Well I am just going to have to remind you every day until you know what I know about you. No one gets to make you feel bad unless they want to deal with me."
"Thanks, not-so-scary-basketball-guy." Cyrus pulls TJs hands into his lap and absentmindedly plays with his fingers. They sit like that for awhile, just enjoying each other's existence.
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The following day was Monday and they had school. The previous night after TJ finally went home, he had an idea. He decided two things that night.
1)He never wants Cyrus to hurt again. It killed him that Cyrus looked so broken over a bully. He wanted Cyrus to know he is wonderful and deserves the world.
2) He didn't want to be a hypocrite. He was constantly telling Cyrus is perfect just being his dorky, adorable self. But Cyrus believed the same about TJ, that nothing was wrong with him, any part of him. TJ no longer wanted to hide that he was trans. He wanted to tell the world.
He remembers seeing this episode of Glee where the cast wore shirts with their truths on them and sang Born This Way. He was definitely not about to about to sing in front of the school but the shirts were a good idea. He could come out and also show Cyrus that he is worth it. So he texted his friends and asking if they will do it with him, except he did not mention what his would say. They agreed because they wanted to make Cyrus feel better.(Cyrus had filled them in over group chat what had happened.)
His friends and him walked to school that morning, with their shirts covered. It was winter after all so they all wore zipped up coats. Cyrus seemed apprehensive, he and TJ weren't exactly in the closet but being this straight forward about it was scary. TJ took his hand as they walked and squeezed it reassuringly. He hadn't even told Cyrus what his shirt says. Everyone's shirts were a surprise to each other.
They reached the door of the school. They stand off to the side so they can show each other their hand made shirts first before the rest of the student body. They unzip one by one.
Buffy's was white with plain black sharpie letters that read "Sports Bi with Great Hair." Everyone giggles at that. "What can I say? I got great hair and like all the genders."
"I'll go next." Jonah says as he shows him his shirt. It simply says "Panic Attacks." All his friends smile at him. They know this is a big step for him. They know how embarrassing he thinks they are.
Andi follows suit and shows her shirt. "Pan. Proud. Asian. Artist. I am more than Stereotypes." Of course hers looks the best with glitter and beautiful designs surrounding the eloquently written letters.
Marty is next. It just reads "Parent Issues but still faster than you." Both Buffy and TJ slip reassuring glances at him. He is not ready to come out as trans and that's okay.
Next is Cyrus. He lamely jokes "Mine isn't really that surprising." He opens his coat to reveal "Anxious Disaster Gay(but I Got a Cute Boyfriend)" There are a few little rainbow hearts crudely drawn on around the word boyfriend.TJ blushes at the last part of the sentence. He smiles like a dope at Cyrus.
"Are you blushing Kippen?" Buffy laughs.
"Shut up Driscoll." He counters before turning back to Cyrus. "I love it Underdog."
TJ looks back at all his friends standing around him. They look at him expectantly. He is suddenly really nervous to reveal his. He knows they will support him. Marty and Cyrus already know and they don't care. But he knows soon everyone will know. For a split second he thinks about turning away and going home and changing. But then he feels Cyrus' finger squeeze around his hand. He takes a deep breath and unzips his coat.
He is wearing a soft blue T-shirt with a metallic pink sharpie writing. He reads "Trans Boi who is In Love With Cyrus Goodman." Everyone looks in shock. Cyrus throws his arms around TJ and pulls him into a hug. "I am so proud of you Teej, and I love you too." TJ squeezes back, afraid to let go, afraid to see his friends' face. He whispers "Thanks Underdog."
When they break their hug, he looks around to see what his friends have to say. But they don't speak. Instead, he is met with a crowd arms pulling into another hug. This one a group hug. It said everything without using words. These were his friends and they loved and supported him.
While this is happening, Marty thinks to himself that he wants to tell his friends soon, just not today or as publicly as TJ.
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9, 12, 20, and i know its controversial but 24
9. Favorite track from the soundtrack
I haven’t listened to tm or spring songs v much because they aren’t downloaded onto my phone, but before that? She’s One Of Them and The Warmth of Love are probably my top two. Lov to listen to them and be emo,
12. Favorite holiday special
I mean it’s GOTTA be the kingdom game! For the Orth and Ibex stuff alone, but also my boy Jace, and Natalya, and allergy-ridden Keith as Sokrates.... I love all those characters so much and the conflict and characterization is so fucking good and it’s a full selfcontained story in a way most of the holiday specials aren’t (although I love them all). But also, if it counts: the bluff holiday game (noirlandia) is probably my favorite bluff game except maaaybe the s1 finale?
20. Name on thing you like about each member of the cast
YES LETS GO
Ali: this applies to everyone but especially Ali... her laugh. I love her giggles!! Especially when they’re “I’m being gay on main” giggles. She’s so incredibly valid. Also “hey hi,”
Andi: when they lean all the way into the mic to make a verbal shitpost..... 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 alsjsls but truly I do love their willingness to make all the best worst jokes, and their never ending enthusiasm for their characters
Dre: honorable mention to Dre’s background giggles as well, but. His devotion to absolutely terrible puns and one liners, and every time he goes “fuck it” and does something buckwild and dangerous
Art: every time he starts talking before knowing what he’s going to say and stalls while trying to think of a cool name or whatever, and also just his incredible devotion to saying ridiculous things with a straight face
Austin: god. Just, everything he brings to being a GM? The amount of care and prep along with his willingness to roll with what the players want and how excited he gets when they do something that has greater implications they don’t know about yet.
Jack: their ability to absolutely destroy me with every character they make........ aldjdkd but rly I love the weirdly specific metaphors they make to describe things? They’re extremely evocative in a rly unique way and it makes them a joy to listen to
Janine: Janine’s endless knowledge on extremely niche topics always makes me incredibly happy, and also she is the Best (Ali is a close second) at pulling out the most specific and obscure references for what her character is wearing etc
Keith: Keith plays ONE character and he’s EXTREMELY good at it and he’s VALID,,, but I really do love his ability to bring levity to a scene but not make his *character* a joke and still make me feel lots of emotions abt them?? I appreciate his chaotic energy and it’s extremely relatable as a ttrpg player
Nick: everyone does this but from VERY early on, Nick was willing to make the choices that were shitty but in character, and that really taught me a lot about playing ttrpgs
24. Do you think Hadrian should be forgiven for killing the skeleton?
AbsoLUTELY not, they INVADED his HOME,,, but I am glad it happened bc of the endless comic fodder it’s provided so thank you Art
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Sharon/Andy (the Closer) - 40? Thank you
Hi Anon! Thank you so much for sending this ask! It wasn’t an easy prompt to write (very long one, lot of angst here!), but I hope you will enjoy it all the same!
This piece was loosely inspired by the song “Lose My Mind” by Dean Lewis. So if you want to listen to it while or after reading this, you’ll spot some similarities. This story is set, as requested, in The Closer era, somewhere during season 7! ;)
40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
The doorbell rang and Sharon wrapped her cardigan tighter around herself as she walked to the door. She looked through the peephole, and once she spotted the familiar silhouette, she sighed and leaned against the door, closing her eyes.
Maybe if I don’t answer, he’ll go away…she thought, but the doorbell again interrupted her thoughts. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath as she heard, “Sharon, I know you’re home. Open the door.”
Sharon stayed silent, holding back her breath, afraid that he would hear her breathing from the other side of the door. This is ridiculous, Sharon, she told herself, shaking her head at her silliness.
“I need to talk to you, please.” He paused. “I have no problem at doing this outside your door, I’m sure your neighbors will appreciate it.”
Sharon could picture him grinning outside her door and she groaned. After a few seconds, she cracked the door open and coldly asked, “What do you want, Lieutenant?”
There it was, Andy Flynn’s renowned grin. She didn’t know if she should feel irritated or amused by it; if she should punch him in the face or roll her eyes at him. She was leaning against her door as he shot back with a cocky smile, “You’re sure you really want to discuss this on the doorstep, Captain?”
Flynn was being cheeky, and while she usually enjoyed their banter, tonight it irritated her. She sighed and let her arms fall unceremoniously to her sides as she walked away from the door without a word. He slightly smiled and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He reached her living room where he found her standing, arms crossed over her chest, an expectant look on her face, “What do you want?” She repeated again, no sign of warmth in her voice.
Andy didn’t answer right away and he took a few seconds to study her. He could tell by how she was standing that she had gone into full defensive mode and he knew it wouldn’t be an easy talk. Sharon must have been studying him as well because she suddenly remarked, “You’re soaked.”
He could swear he had detected some concern in her voice, but if that was the case, she hadn’t let that feeling cross her features. Andy shrugged and replied, “It’s raining… and I’ve been standing outside your building for quite a while, debating on what to do next.”
“Well, I can imagine you’ve at least made a decision since you’re here.” She ironically retorted.
Andy sighed and took a few steps forward, nearing her when he whispered, “Where did I go wrong, Sharon?” He eyed her and he knew she had no intention of answering, so he added, “You’ve been ignoring and avoiding me all day… hell, I woke up this morning and your side of the bed was empty. You were gone…”
Sharon didn’t say a word and as much as she tried to look indifferent, he knew she was fighting a silent war inside her. She was nervously tightening her grip on her arms and if she didn’t stop any sooner, he was sure she would leave marks on her delicate skin. He wished he wasn’t the cause of all this. He hated seeing her like this; shutting herself out as a form of protection, shutting herself out to run away from her own feelings.
“Last night, when we were in bed together…” Andy started but his voice trailed off as he noticed the barely imperceptible reaction on her face. Sharon’s features suddenly tightened and he knew he had found out what was bugging her so much. He cleared his throat as he tried again, “Last night, when we were in bed together… I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you. I lov-…”
“Andy, stop.” She cut him short as she closed the distance between them and stood in front of him, one hand reaching for his lips, silencing him. “Stop.” She repeated firmly.
Andy gently took away her hand holding it in his as he asked, “So that’s what’s scaring you so much, Sharon? You really think that by silencing me you can pretend I’m not feeling that way for you?” He added, a hint of frustration evident in his voice.
“This is not how things should go, Andy.” She whispered, “When it all started, we set rules to which we had both agreed.”
Sharon noticed anger briefly flash on his face as he took a few steps backwards and started pacing in her living room. His voice was suddenly stronger and higher as he nervously replied, “God forbid if for once we don’t follow your damn rules! You know what, Sharon?” He asked her, turning around to face her, “You can’t set rules for everything. Life isn’t about rules, Sharon. Feelings aren’t about rules. You can’t protect yourself, or run away from your own feelings by shutting yourself out with those damn fucking rules!” He quickly neared her again and his face was standing a few inches from hers, “I love you, Sharon, okay?! I LOVE YOU.” He repeated, emphasizing every word, “I didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did and there’s not a damn rule that can stop this feeling.”
They were staring at each other. Sharon was taken aback by the countless emotions she could read in his eyes. It was too much for her to handle. “Please, go away,” she managed to say, her voice shaking.
“You know you don’t want me to.” Andy firmly replied, his eyes never leaving her.
“Andy, please…” Sharon whispered, her voice breaking as he slid his arms around her and drew her close to his chest. She reluctantly snuggled against him and he kissed her head as she added, “Please, don’t make this more difficult.” She felt him nuzzling her hair and placing a trail of kisses along her neck. She closed her eyes as she felt pressure building against her eyelids. “Andy, we can’t go on like this…”
His lips found hers and they kissed. Before she could give in, she broke the kiss and turned her head away, putting a hand on his chest to distance herself from him. She couldn’t dare look at him, but his pleading voice gave him away. She knew he was hurting just as much as her, “Please, Sharon, don’t do this to me.”
“I’m married, Andy…” She told him, walking away from him, “we can’t keep on, we can’t be anything…”
“Jack left you twenty years ago…He left you and your children on your own.” Andy shot back angrily, not letting her finish her sentence. “When will you start living again, Sharon? Why do you keep punishing yourself like this? Is happiness so damn scary for you to keep running away from it?” He asked her in disbelief.
“You just stop!” Sharon yelled back at him. “I won’t allow you to talk to me like this! Now, please, go away. I won’t repeat it again.” She added as she walked toward her front door, quickly followed by Flynn.
They stopped at the front door and exchanged looks in a silent battle of wills. Sharon wanted him out of her condo; Andy wasn’t willing to go anywhere. They had been staring silently for a while when Andy shook his head and lifted his hands in what seemed to be surrender, “Okay, Sharon… Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel the same. Tell me you don’t love me and I’ll go away.” He repeated, defiantly. “I’ll let you go, I promise.”
Sharon closed her eyes and sighed as she replied sharply, “I am not in the mood for your games, Andy.”
“This isn’t a fucking game, Sharon. None of all this is a game.” He retorted, “Come on, it won’t be difficult for you to say it if you do think that way. Look at me in the eyes!”
Sharon met his gaze and as strong as she tried to seem, she felt a lump in her throat. Every time she tried to speak, the words died before they even came out of her mouth. She clenched her fists as she took a deep breath and started, “Andy, I…”
Andy looked expectantly at her, fear creeping through him at the thought that she might say those words. “You?” he urged her, the silence between them growing unbearable.
“I…” she started again when her voice suddenly trailed off. She looked away from him as a lone tear escaped her left eye.
She angrily wiped it away, hoping he didn’t notice it as she heard him whisper, his tone incredibly soft, “Why are we doing this to ourselves, Sharon?” He paused, recollecting his thoughts before continuing, “When I called you the night I got attacked, I would have never thought that it would have led to all this. I would have never thought that you would have come back to my hospital room once Chief and Provenza were gone. I would have never thought you would have waited for me outside of my house that night. You said you wanted to inform me I was cleared, but I knew deep down that you were checking on me… I would have never thought all of this would have happened, but looking back, I wouldn’t have done anything different had I known it would have led me to this.” He stopped to study her face. He immediately noticed her glistening eyes, “Why are we doing this to each other? Why can’t we just speak our feelings and go on from there?”
“Because this is just a losing battle, Andy. I’ll never be yours. We’ll just end up hurting each other even more and I can’t let this happen.” Sharon replied in a strained and barely audible tone. “I care too much about you to do this to you.”
Sharon put her hand on the door handle and cracked the door open. She met Andy’s hurt and pleading eyes, and she felt her heart break more than it already was, “Please, Sharon, don’t…”
She shook her head and closed the distance between them. She slid a hand behind his neck, forcing him to lean in as she caught his lips for one last gentle kiss. A tear escaped from her right eye as she slowly broke the kiss off. She gently pushed him out of her condo and he didn’t resist. She avoided his stare as she closed the door on him.
Once Sharon locked the door, she felt a sob rack her body. She put a hand against the door to sustain herself as the tears started rolling freely down her face. Finally, alone in her condo, she felt like she could let her walls crumble down. Other sobs escaped from her mouth as she leaned fully against her door, sliding slowly down to the ground. She brought her knees to her chest as she admitted between sobs, “I love you…”
Little did she know, Andy was still standing outside of her door, a hand against it to support himself as he looked down, trying to control the tears that were pooling in his eyes. A sad smile crossed his features as he heard her muffled voice from the other side of the door that was keeping them apart, “I know…” he replied with a defeated tone.
“And you say goodbye
But you don’t know what it’s like to lose you
‘Cause I only lose my mind when I ain’t got you
And how can I not win when I’m always bound to lose?
When I’m always bound to lose
‘Cause I tried to hold on tight to make you mine, but I lost each time
And I only lose my mind when I ain’t got you”
#The Closer#Sharon Raydor#Andy Flynn#Sharon x Andy#Shandy#I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you#prompt#angst#fanfiction#anon#song#Lose My Mind#Dean Lewis#The Closer AU fic#ilariawrites
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i would just like to let you know that i am also gay for goth girls,, and have a goth gf who i lov (also you seem really cool i see you like dnp and andi mack wowza)
Awe!! Thank you so much. Yeah I am a gal with very diverse tastes lmao
I’m happy for you and your goth gf
The first girl I dated was some what of a goth and taught me the ropes of emo lmao
I literally saw her wearing a Pierce the Veil t shirt one day and instantly listened to them when I got home
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What are your thoughts on Hayley Kiyoko and her music?
i love her andi LOVE IT. first of all, I adore her voice. Like it’s a really nice voice and all - obviously because she’s a singer - but it has that sort of edge to it? LIke it isn’t polished and I LOVE that about it. it hasn’t been editing within an inch of its life. bless.
Also she’s gorgeous, which is a bonus. I lov eher style so much. SO MUCH. and when she came out and did a ltitle guest bit on Taylor’s Rep Tour? THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD MOMENT?! I’m so bitter because that was one of my local shows and i wasn’t there and i truly missed out.
And then the music. THE. MUSIC. there is something you need to know about me: i am not a huge fan of slow songs. I usually skip them because i’m a garbage person, unless it’s something with lyrics that I really love, or an artist I like SO MUCH i refuse to skip anything by them ever. There are VERY FEW artists I’ll listen to slower songs for but HAYLEY KIYOKO IS ONE OF THEM. I think it probably helsp that even her slow stuff has that techno-y aspect to them but even still. start to finish, every album she has is a gem. Hit & Run is like, ONE OF MY PERSONAL FAVORITES. For the record. I also listened to Curious on repeat for weeks after I discovered it. I’m upset I’m so late to this club but i’m here to stay now.
#hayley kiyoko#sorry if this was asked in an 'I hope she hates her' moment because#that is clearly not the case#anon glamour activated#ask rune
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How about all 25 of those "Of The Year" asks? Or as many as you like. I WANNA KNOW!
ahh i lov u,u know I always wanna talk abt myself, I’ll stick em under a cut~
Song of the year?This is not a party - the wombats (which is literally from 2015 but I only discovered it this year and I Do What I Like)
Album of the year?Beautiful people will ruin your life - also the wombats bc u cant tell me what to do!!!!
Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?the w-
Movie of the year?Bohemian Rhapsody
TV show of the year?Oh i spent the entire goddamn year binge watching always sunny on fucking repeat
Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?Charlie Work - iasip
Favorite actor of the year?Charlie Day tbh
Game of the year?I don’t game!
Best month for you this year?March probably!
Something that made you cry this year?S T R E S S it was my final year of uni I barely fuckign survived it
Something you want to do again next year?work on more films again!
Talk about a new friend you made this yearI met Tay at a film festival we were both volunteering at and he just sort of decided I was his friend now and then took it upon himself to make a group with the two of us and another friend of his and now we’re this weird lil trio that works so much better than I was expecting it to
How was your birthday this year?oh lord it was my 21st and I crowdfunded my drinks on the whetherspoons app by putting my table number on facebook and Lemme Tell You. I Got Drunk.
Favorite book you read this year?Probably Artemis by Andy Weir!
What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?Falling asleep on top of my bed still wearing my clothes at like 9pm then waking up at 2am and properly getting ready for bed
Post a picture from the beginning of the yearthe best pink my hair has been
Post a picture from the end of the yearmy kitten falling asleep on me backwards on christmas day
A memorable meal this year?when me and dan made hoisin duck wraps at my house and then got incredibly drunk
What’re you excited about for next year?I just started Actual Proper Adult Life and I’m hoping to get a proper adult job in the industry I wanna work in wow that answers LAME sorry I'm also excited to cosplay hiccup from how to train ur dragon 2
What’s something you learned this year?that I’m not *quite* as introverted as I thought and even so you gotta put real effort into leaving your house and seeing people to stop you from going mad, like its an ongoing effort to be mentally well it doesnt all just click into place for you I'm afraid
What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?oh well I was still living in cheltenham at uni at the start of the year, I moved back home in summer and now I’m living in a shared house in London!!!
Favorite place you visited this year?we shot our graduation film down in cornwall near the sea and it was gorgeous
If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?the day after you get back from the bloodbound shoot dont go out with dan. also dont take shit for as long as u do on the crew
Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?I didn’t reeeaaally make any last year, I guess I just wanted to work on my mental health a bit more which i definitely put effort into doing, even if my mental health took an absolute nosedive due to external factors
Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe oneI didn’t create any but this was the year I started properly writing fanfic and wrote 22k in november for nanowrimo (I was aiming at 25k to do a half nano rather than a full one seeing as I’d just moved city and was busy but i literally didnt have a single hour to myself the last 3 days because I had people staying round so couldnt make it I'm rly mad)
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chapter seventeen—weakness of affection
read Child of Land and Sea here
Act III — Deep Blue Sea
Part II — No man is worth the aggravation. That's ancient history. Been there. Done that.
Somehow the Hunters defeated the men in the helicopter. Andy didn't see what happened, nor did she care. He was gone. She wouldn't see him again. Anthony was gone. Forever. But he couldn't be... dead. He couldn't. She hadn't had the chance to tell him, maybe show him, how she felt. Could it be too late? She had to let him know!
The one called Zoë eyed Thalia. "You," she spat.
"Zoë Nightshade," Thalia's voice trembled with anger. "Perfect timing, as usual."
Zoë scanned the rest of them. "Four half-bloods and a satyr, my lady."
"Yes," the youngest girl said. "Some of Chiron's campers, no doubt."
Experiencing a wave of panic, Andy got up and tried to run for the cliff again. Once more Thalia held her back. "Let me go! Thalia! We need to save him!"
The young Huntress turned toward Andy, her eyes filled with pity. "I'm sorry, Andy Jackson, but the son of Athena is beyond our help." Andy's throat made a terrible sound she didn't recognize. "And you are in no condition to be hurling yourself off cliffs."
Andy struggled to push Thalia away. "Who do you think you are to tell me-"
"I am Artemis," she said. "Goddess of the Hunt."
Grover gasped and hurriedly knelt in the snow, stammering: "Lady Artemis, thank you, thank you... You are so... wow!"
"Get up, goat boy," Thalia snapped. "We have other things to worry about."
Andy knelt in the snow beside Grover and put her hands together in prayer. She silently asked her father to save Anthony, if Poseidon was there could he please, please, save Anthony, that was all she was asking for, that he'd be safe and alive and-
Thalia smacked her across the face. "Put yourself together, Jackson. You can't afford to lose it right now." Her voice softened. "We're going to find him, alright?"
Andy tried to swallow but her throat was too dry. Her face burned where Thalia had hit her. But she wasn't angry at her. She wasn't feeling a damn thing but that strange aching in her chest.Was that how a panic attack felt like?
Then Bianca spoke, "Who... who are you people?"
Artemis answered, "It might be a better question to ask who you are. Who are your parents?"
Bianca glanced nervously at Nico. "Our parents are dead," she said. "We're orphans. There's a bank trust that pays for our school, but..." she faltered. "What? I'm telling the truth."
"You are a half-blood," Zoë Nightshade told her. "One of thy parents was mortal. The other was an Olympian."
"Does that mean...?"
"One of the gods," Artemis confirmed.
"Cool!" said Nico.
"No!" Bianca's voice quavered. "This is not cool."
Nico danced around like he needed to use the restroom. "Does Zeus really have lightning bolts that do six hundred damage? Does he get extra movement points for-"
"Nico, shut up!" Bianca put her hands to her face. "This is not your stupid Mythomagic game, okay? There are no gods!"
"Bianca, I know it's hard to believe. But the gods are still around. Trust me. They're immortal. And whenever they have kids with regular humans, kids like us, well... Our lives are dangerous," Thalia explained.
"Dangerous," Bianca repeated. "Like the boy who fell."
Andy held her breath trying not to cry in front of all those people. "Do no despair for the boy," Artemis said as if reading Andy's mind. "I will find the son of Athena."
"Is he alive?" Andy glanced at the goddess.
"He is just gone, child of land and sea. If he had hit the water you would have felt it. Some magic is at work. I do not know exactly how or why, but your friend has vanished."
"What about the manticore?" asked Nico. "It was awesome how you shot him! Is he dead?"
"Hopefully," said Artemis, "he is destroyed. But monsters do not die, young one. They re-form over and over again, and they must be hunted whenever they reappear."
"Or they'll hunt us," Thalia finished.
Bianca shivered. "That explains... Nico, you remember last summer, those guys who tried to attack us in the alley in D.C.?"
"And that bus driver," Nico said. "The one with the ram's horn. I told you that was real!"
"That's why Grover's been watching you," Thalia said. "To keep you safe."
"Grover?" Bianca said. "You're a demigod?"
"Well, a satyr, actually," and he showed her his true feet. Bianca almost fainted.
"You're freaking her out," Thalia said. "Bianca, we came here to help you. You and Nico need training to survive. You need to come to Camp Half-Blood. It's where the half-bloods learn to survive."
"Sweet, let's go!" said Nico.
"Wait," Bianca shook her head. "I don't-"
"There is another option," Zoë said.
"No, there isn't!" Thalia argued.
The two girls glared at each other.
"We've burdened the children enough," announced Artemis. "We will rest here. Raise the tents. Treat the wounded. Bianca, come with me. I'd like to talk to you."
"What about me?" asked Nico.
"Perhaps you can show Grover how to play that card game you enjoy. I'm sure Grover would be happy to entertain you for me."
"You bet!" shouted Grover and he took the boy away.
Everyone went about their business leaving Thalia and Andy alone. "The nerve of those Hunters!" Thalia complained.
Andy nodded. "I'm with you," she sniffed. "I don't trust-"
"Oh, you're with me?" Thalia roared. "This is all your fault! If you had done what I said... What were you thinking going after Thorn by yourself? If we'd stuck together, we could've taken him without these Hunters. Anthony could still be here!"
Andy clenched her fists and stood up. "What did you say to me?" she marched toward Thalia. "You're lecturing me? You've been back for a few days and you think you can boss everyone around because you're what? The daughter of Zeus?"
"I have more experience-"
"In being dead!"
"Listen to me, fishy," Thalia growled. "Whatever happens to Tony, that's on you." She pick Anthony's cap from the snow and threw it at Andy's face. Then she stormed off.
Andy wasn't sure for how long she sat on the snow clutching the Yankees cap against her heart. Eventually, Grover and Nico returned from their walk and Grover fixed Andy's shoulder.
Nico rummaged his pockets for his trading cards. "I've got almost all of them," he told Andy, who ignored him.
"Have you been playing a long time?" Grover made conversation.
"Just this year," the boy said. "Before that..." He knit his eyebrows.
"What?"
"I forgot. That's weird." He looked unsettled, but it didn't last. "Can I see that sword of yours?" Andy handed it to him. "Grover said you're the daughter of Poseidon. And the boy who fell..." he hesitated. "Was he your boyfriend?""
Andy shook her head wishing Nico di Angelo would shut up. Then Zoë Nightshade came get her.
The tent of Artemis was warm and comfortable. Bianca was still there, but she looked better, less scared. Finally it hit Andy how weird it was that the hunters were a bunch of young girls.
"Are you surprised by my age?" the goddess asked, again as if reading her mind.
Her throat was still very dry, so Andy just shrugged.
"I could appear as anything I want, but this is what I prefer. I am patron of young maidens. That is, until they get like you."
"Like me?" Andy asked hoarsely.
"Yes. Smitten, silly, preoccupied, insecure. Before they forget themselves, like you did in that cliff."
Andy tried to ignore the word smitten. "I didn't forget myself. Not for a moment. And that's why-"
"You are so angry because of the boy? It is understandable. My Hunters do not welcome boys. They are usually forbidden to have any contacts with the Hunters. That is why Zoë did not hesitate before shooting."
"Well, she could've asked."
Zoë gave Andy a death stare.
"Things are stirring that I have not hunted in millennia," Artemis murmured. "Prey so old I have nearly forgotten. We came here tonight sensing the manticore, but he was not the one I seek. Bianca tells me he mentioned someone called the General?"
Zoë's face paled at the name.
"Yes," Andy agreed. "And he said soon he'd have the most important monster of all – the one that shall bring the downfall of Olympus."
Artemis shook her head. "I've been too slow to see the signs. I must hunt this monster."
"We'll leave right away," said Zoë.
"No, Zoë. I must do this alone."
"My lady-"
"This task is too dangerous even for the Hunters. You know where I must start my search. You cannot go there with me."
Zoë bowed. "As... as you wish, my lady."
"I will find this creature," Artemis vowed. "And I shall bring it back to Olympus by winter solstice. It will be all the proof I need to convince the Council of the Gods of how much danger we are in."
"You know what the monster is?" Andy asked.
"Let us pray I'm wrong," the young girl said. "Now, I called you here, Andy Jackson, to ask you a favor. I want you to escort my Hunters back to Camp Half-Blood. They can stay there in safety until I return."
"What?" Zoë blurted out. "My lady, we hate that place. The last time we stayed there-"
"I know, Zoë. But I am sure Dionysus will not hold a grudge just because of a little, ah, misunderstanding. It's your right to use Cabin Eight whenever you are in need. Besides, I hear they rebuilt the cabins you burned down," Artemis said. "And now, there is one last decision to be made," she turned to Bianca. "Have you made up your mind, dear?"
Bianca hesitated. "I'm still thinking about it."
"About what?" asked Andy.
"They... they've invited me to join the Hunt."
"What? But you can't! You have to come to camp so Chiron can train you. It's the only way you can-"
"It is not the only way for a girl," Zoë said.
"Bianca..." Andy paused. "What do you get by joining the Hunt?"
"Immortality," Zoë answered for her.
"Are you serious?"
"Zoë's always very serious," Artemis guaranteed. "My Hunters follow me on my adventures. They are my maidservants, my companions, my sisters-in-arms. Once they swear loyalty to me, they are indeed immortal... unless they fall in battle, which is unlikely. Or break their oath."
"What oath?"
"To forswear romantic love forever," Artemis said. "To never grow up, never get married. To be a maiden eternally."
"This is not Neverland, lady!" Andy snarled. "You can't go around offering half-bloods immortality-"
"Not just half-bloods," Zoë interrupted. "Lady Artemis does not discriminate by birth. All who honor the goddess may join. Half-bloods, nymphs, mortals-"
"Which one are you?"
Anger flashed in Zoë's eyes. "That is not thy concern. You wouldn't understand. Your heart has already succumb to the weaknesses of affection. The The point is Bianca may join if she wishes. It is her choice."
"Bianca, this is crazy," Andy turned to her. "What about your brother? He can't be a Hunter."
"Certainly not," Artemis said. "He'll go to camp. That is the best boys can hope to do. But you can see him from time to time. You'll be free, however, of the responsibility. Camp counselors will take care of him. You shall have a new family. Us."
"A new family," Bianca repeated, dreamily. "Free of responsibility."
"You can't do this," Andy pleaded.
Bianca turned to Zoë. "Is it worth it?"
"Yes."
"What do I have to do?"
"Repeat after me," Zoë said. "I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."
"I... I pledge myself to the goddess Artemis."
"Don't do it, Bianca!"
"I turn my back on the company of men, accept eternal maidenhood, and join the Hunt." Bianca repeated the lines. "Do you accept the pledge, lady Artemis?"
"I accept," Artemis said. Bianca looked no different but assured Andy she felt stronger. "Remember your pledge," Artemis warned her. "It is now your life." Then she turned back to Andy. "I know you don't understand, Andy Jackson. You don't have to. You will still get to show Nico di Angelo your camp. And if he chooses, he may stay there."
Andy gave up. "Fine. How are we getting there?"
Artemis closed her eyes. "Dawn is approaching. I'll summon a ride from my brother."
The Hunters started breaking camp. Bianca took Andy's hand and said, "I'm sorry you don't understand. But I really, truly want this."
It was colder and darker and snowier than ever and Andy stood shivering in the snow, still clutching the Yankees cap. The Hunters didn't seem to feel the cold. Thalia and Grover joined her and she told them about her audience with the goddess.
"The last time the Hunters visited camp, it didn't go well," Grover said.
"And Bianca joined them," Thalia said, disgusted. "It's all Zoë's fault. That suck-up, no good-"
"Who can blame her?" Grover argued. "Eternity with Artemis?" he heaved a big sigh.
Thalia rolled her eyes. Finally the sky began to lighten.
"About time," Artemis muttered. "He's so lazy in the winter." There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth. Apollo parked his red convertible and got out smiling. He was handsome – so very handsome –, tall and blonde and good humored.
"Wow," Thalia said, giving life to Andy's thoughts. "Apollo is hot!"
"He's the sun god," Nico said, clueless.
"That's not what she meant," Andy whispered, biting her lip.
"Little sister!" Apollo called. "What is up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried."
Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister."
"Hey, I was born first."
"We're twins! How many times do I have to-"
"What is up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see," and he blinked at the Hunters who seemed unaffected by his godly good looks.
"I need a favor," Artemis said. "I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood."
Apollo raised his hands in a 'stop everything' gesture. "I feel a haiku coming in." The Hunters groaned. "Green grass breaks through the snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so cool." And he grinned waiting for applause.
"That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said.
"Was it?" he frowned. "Hmm, what about... I am so awesome. That's five syllables." Andy realized she was smiling like a fool and tried to snap out of it. "Alright, let's see." Apollo said, watching them. "Thalia, Zeus's girl, right?" Thalia blushed. "Used to be a tree, didn't you? You smell like Christmas! And... Andy Jackson. You smell like fish."
Thalia laughed. Andy punched her in the arm, deciding she wasn't that into Apollo after all.
"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."
Apollo nodded. He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button. The convertible turned into a school bus. "Everybody in!"
"A warning," Artemis told him. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters."
Apollo spread his hands. "I know, I know. Hey, where are you off to anyway?"
"Just drop them off, Apollo. Zoë, you are in charge of the Hunters. Do well. Do as I would do."
Zoë straightened. "I will."
Artemis disappeared into the woods and the Hunters pilled into the bus. "Who wants to drive?" Asked Apollo.
"Me!" Nico offered.
"Nah. Too young."
"Oo! Oo!" Grover raised his hand.
"Hmm, no. Too furry." He glanced at Andy. "Too fishy," and laughed at his own joke. "But you, daughter of Zeus. You are perfect for this."
"Oh, no," Thalia shook her head. "No, thanks."
"Oh, yes," Apollo nodded. "You'll be eighteen soon," he informed her. "It's about time you learn how to drive." Thalia seemed unsure. "I know you might think you don't deserve an honor like driving the sun chariot. But it'll be fine."
Thalia tried to protest but Apollo wasn't going to take no for an answer. Thalia gripped the wheel so tight her knuckles turned white. She seemed about to puke.
"What's wrong?" Andy asked.
"Nothing," she lied. She pulled the wheel and drove like a mad person. Andy had a feeling she had her eyes closed. Apollo asked her to go slower, but she shouted she had everything under control. She did not lose speed though.
"Hang a left," Apollo suggested. She jerked the wheel throwing everyone aside. "The other left," he said trying to sound calm. "And a little lower."
Thalia tilted the wheel, her face was chalk white, her forehead dripping with sweat. The bus pitched down and somebody screamed. Maybe Andy. She wasn't sure of anything anymore.
"Take the wheel," Grover begged Apollo.
"No worries," the god assured him, but he looked plenty worried. "She just has to learn to- WHOA!"
There was a wild light in Thalia's eyes. Camp Half-Blood was right beneath them.
"BRAKE!" Apollo yelled.
Thalia slammed her foot on the brake, and the sun bus pitched forward at a forty-five-degree angle, slamming into the camp's canoe lake.
"Well," Apollo said. "You did have everything under control. I'm sorry I ever doubted you."
#andromeda#andy jackson#child of land and sea#deep blue sea#fanfic#genderbend#dfcrosas#fem percy jackson#thalia grace
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There’s just something special about a domestic story featuring our two favourite lovers. Here’s a small sampling of the coziest, softest stories we know, perfect for a lazy day of reading!
Build a Home by @domesticadventures
Wordcount: 20,102
Rating: T
Summary:
After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.
He doesn’t.
Crossroads State by Mercy
Wordcount: 51,002
Rating: M
Summary:
Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.
Good Hands by aileenrose (@paperclothesline)
Wordcount: 13,238
Rating: M
Summary:
Cas is the owner of a failing—and falling apart—B&B.
Dean might be able to help with that. Dean’s good with his hands.
How Still My Heart by cadignan (@morethanslightly)
Wordcount: 70,653
Rating: E
Summary: Charlie hadn’t been waiting for the call, but it’s not exactly a surprise to hear from Dean.
"Cas? You want me to find Cas?"
Kiss the Baker by @ltleflrt
Wordcount: 112,697
Rating: E
Summary:
Jo is pregnant and craving something a little bit unusual. When she sends Dean on a mission to find her some chocolate cake donuts with bacon sprinkles, he's sure that he'll fail. Luckily his partner Benny comes to his rescue and introduces him to a quirky little bakery that sells all kinds of weird (and delicious!) baked goods. And they do special orders!
Dean finds excuses to keep going back, and Castiel finds excuses to keep giving him special treats.
Plain and Tall by destielpasta (@destielpasta) and mtothedestiel
Wordcount: 69,853
Rating: E
Summary:
Dean is a Kansas farmer who only wants to work his land and care for his infant daughter. With his wife gone and his brother moving on to a life beyond the homestead, Dean finds himself in need of another pair of hands. Castiel, a lonely drifter freshly arrived in town, may prove the solution to Dean’s troubles. Over the course of four seasons, the two men face the everyday challenges of prairie life, and learn to overcome the betrayals of their past to discover a new definition of family.
play it all night long by janie_tangerine (@janiedean )
Wordcount: 43,000
Rating: E
Summary:
The rom-com-ish one where Dean hosts a late night radio show, Castiel is a regular listener of his who starts calling one day and ends up calling more often than not and Dean finds himself liking it. This, until one day Castiel calls for not exactly petty reasons (just before Dean’s brother Sam is visiting with his girlfriend for spring break) and things get very, very crowdy at his place. He also doesn’t know it’s just the beginning of it. Also features Gabriel, Chuck, Andy, the Roadhouse crew and a huge amount of music quoted. Especially Bob Dylan.
PWP: Pie Without Plot by MajorEnglishEsquire, orange_crushed (@majorenglishesquire and @robotmango)
Wordcount: 82,518
Rating: M
Summary:
he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says "thank you" and cas says "you’re welcome" very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything
Sand and Salt by @shastafirecracker
Wordcount: 24,888
Rating: M
Summary:
Cas makes it to the bunker, but as the weeks pass it becomes apparent that he isn't dealing as well with being human as the brothers would like. Sam decides they should take Cas for a day out on the town, exploring humanity from a more touristy angle to show him that biology isn't all that bad. Meanwhile Charlie does everything in her power to play matchmaker, and Dean isn't as oblivious as she thinks. (Season 9 AU where Sam is healed without possession and Cas is hurt but not killed by April.)
Shoe Box Verse by @lemonsorbae
Wordcount: 49,262
Rating: E
Summary:
Tucked in the corner of a bustling, artsy college town, where it’s rarely bothered or given a second glance, rests a shoe box apartment. It’s decrepit, all red brick walls and squeaky wooden floorboards, but dirt cheap and bearable. It’s the kind of place that grows on you, that is as quaint as it is old, and it’s where Dean and Castiel (and Castiel’s cat) have been taking up residency for the past year or so while Dean finishes up carpentry school, and Castiel works on his art.
Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is) by @kototyph
Wordcount: 23,970
Rating: E
Summary:
Dean's done some pretty stupid things, but getting drunk-hitched in Vegas to a colleague he barely knows might just take the cake. His surprise husband, Castiel, is a little weird but likable despite that, and Dean figures they’ll go back to Boston, get a quiet annulment, and go their separate ways. Six weeks later, he’s still married to one of the strangest, most genuine and definitely most dangerously lov-- likable guys he's ever known. Dean doesn't know why or really even how it’s happening, but it’s getting harder and harder to remember that he has divorce papers to file.
The Complete Works of Emmanuel Allen by @violue
Wordcount: 56,341
Rating: E
Summary:
Dean Winchester, reluctant business owner, reluctant home owner, and reluctant cat owner, is striking up a very promising friendship with the author of his favorite book series.
And he has no idea.
The Knights and their Bees by Niitza (@princessniitza)
Wordcount: 54,985
Rating: M
Summary:
A series of ficlets taking place in the universe spawned by this tumblr post:
"Whelp I’m stuck imagining an AU where Cain is Cas’ dad and together they raise bees and make honey and wax candles in the middle of nowhere, Kansas - and Cain is totally onto that young hooligan who just moved here for some reason with his black monstrosity of a car and his leather jacket and who has the gall of making Cain’s boy smile, honestly, what the Hell, you better watch your back, boy, I’m watching you *squints*"
Not in chronological order.
There's Only One Sure Thing That I Know by leah k (@blinkiesays)
Wordcount: 20,355
Rating: E
Summary:
Dean doesn't even get halfway through explaining before Bobby starts laughing. When he lets himself think about it for more than five seconds, Dean can almost see Bobby's point: he's faced down demons, witches, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels, and Satan himself and now he's been defeated by the God damn Midwest.
The Very Core of My Heart by superhoney (@pomegranatedaffodil)
Wordcount: 109,375
Rating: E
Summary:
Dean Winchester has lived his whole life in this small Muskoka town, with the same family and friends he's known since birth. One doctor's appointment later, everything Dean has ever known is about to change: he's just been diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, and has less than a year to live.
His time may be running out, but he plans to make the most of it. And he wants to spend as much of that time as possible with the mysterious, motorcycle-riding subject of town gossip: Castiel Novak.
AU based on The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery.
Ugly Sweater! verse by nerdylittledude
Wordcount: 185,324
Rating: E
Summary:
If they really go back and think about it... it all started with a tree. A Christmas tree, that is. Castiel is human now, and the apocalypse is not only over, it's been averted. Sam's away at NYU, finally finishing law school, and Dean's stuck in what is probably the most awkward situation of his life. He's not exactly sure how he ended up sharing a flat with Cas in Media, Pennsylvania, but he does know the curious would-be angel is sort of derailing his plans for a life of decadence and booze. Cas is trying to make the best of his humanity by exploring human holidays. Dean can't exactly complain because he's pretty much the reason Cas got his wings clipped in the first place.
Dean didn't actually want to fall in love, but how was he supposed to know it would all start with a goddamn tree?
When the Bough Breaks by @captainshakespear and deanisthesun (@hothleiaa)
Wordcount: 73,963
Rating: M
Summary:
Years after the Darkness has been defeated, Dean and Cas are living the apple pie life in small-town Kansas. They don’t hunt anymore, and would like to keep it that way, but some young hunters knocking at their door have different plans.
Dean, Cas and Sam reluctantly agree to help out, but what ought to be a simple case becomes way more complicated and dangerous than they counted on. And when the hunt starts to invade the normal lives they've carved out for themselves and their kids, Dean and Cas begin to wonder if escaping the hunting life altogether might have been wishful thinking.
#fic rec#deancas fic rec#destiel fic rec#domestic#deancas#Destiel#deancasfic#fic rec masterpost#signal boost
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Time is fake and none of us are real,,,anyways I usually do a big thing with all the blogs I follow but this year I decided to keep it small and intimate!
+blogroll
SQUADS
We Are All Love Brenairy (A.K.A. The McFuck Family) - (default gc name bc [redacted] wasn’t ok) HEWWO...we’ve had quite the year!! I mean yeah I was falsely accused of being [redacted] kin and having a [redacted] fetish (i do not.) but i would honest 2 god die for any of u any day of the year if u asked me to!!! ; __ ; I lov u guys ( @lukefox // @coolgirl // @gaypoedameron // @royharpers // @lesbianshiho )
Wordpocalypse - listen I know we’re currently undergoing a court battle and facing an over-looming annulment but i love all of u guys sm thank u for being so encouraging and loving and supportive and putting up with me!! ( @lysical // @jasontoddapologist // @johnsconstantine // @lanternwisp // @mlmkylerayner // @bidinahlaurellance // @littlebluewing // @jayykyle // @strictgrammarian // @gothimite // @starlighttonight )
ACOTARNet/CamphalfbloodNet - I CAN’T TAG EVERYONE BUT I LOV U GUYS SM ; __ ; Thank you for being so welcoming and nice it’s making my return to lit tumblr so much more fun and exciting!!!
DCNET Squad - yall are still some of my closest friends and i even talk to andy/kae everyday so like?? im ready to die and/or fight for any of u i love u,,, ( @declanlynch // @nnightwing // @jaisontodd // @cassiqnandors / @donatroys // @stephbrwn ))
FRIENDOS
@blueleis - god...where do i even begin with you?? i love u sm, and we’ve been through so much together (read as: the sham that was the ft ending),,,i lov u sm ty for letting me be a part of your life and i love watching you grow and prosper!!! my lil bean...sniff
@rneraki - stella ur unblocked so the wedding is back on i lov u sm u damn superstar.....im ready to be a trophy wife
@weedlantern - MITCH MY LOV....MY UNO....u get ur own spot bc im loveth u and ur my fast and furious friend,,,we’re guilty of ff on main and thats ok!!
@wondcrwomans - MOMTHER...MY ANIME BUDDY...I lov you so much ; __ ; I’m so happy you finished ur master thesis and I can’t wait to cheer you on at whatever company is smart enough to hire you!!
@galsgadots - THE ULTIMATE POWER COUPLE,,,Nic i lov u sm i can’t believe we’re friends :^0 you changing ur url was the ultimate power move of 2017,,,i’d die for u
@zatarahs / @lauriestrode - dfjnvdkjf i lov u guys sm my wwe friends......my ride or dies since day one (1) and here, like 5 years later, i would still definitely die for u
@aelin - shelby...mon amour...my carranam....i lov u so much u inspire me to be a better person and i’m so grateful you exist i love u so damn much!!!
@fee - em u loser...idk where u r but wherever u r i lov u
@farronheit - my genuine first friend on this hellsite...i lov u sm siby i hope your overwatching is going v well ; __ ;
VIM (VERY IMPORTANT MUTUALS)
@kerolinadean // @artemidi // @aly-naith // @bigsbarda // @olivcrqueen // @sokovia // @haljordan // @starsapphire
#shut up kesh#follow forever#GOD i hope i didnt forget anyone...................#anyways i lov everyone i follow
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listen andi mack is doing so many things right
first off the humor is On-Point. it feels so natural, especially compared to last season?? lov,,
there are hints of a redemption arc for amber, the “pretty, mean girl” who demonstrated like zero good qualities last season
bex doesn’t rush into marrying bowie despite the pressure from her own daughter!! like yes you can’t force love and it’s unhealthy to try and do so!!
bowie isn’t mad about bex not agreeing to marry him. he does, however, apparently try to woo her with pizza, which is. amazing
this is really subtle but like iris is super nice to the good hair crew despite being at least 2 years older than them?? like other tv shows and movies tell us you’re generally supposed to be rude to people younger than you, children especially, but iris is such a breath of fresh air. lov the gorl
listen jonah was heckin’ DUMB last season but he’s shaping up to be such a nice dude. my boi has grown so much
and OF COURSE..... cyrus. disney finally has their first canon gay character and i am so happy and excited idek how to express it!!!! bless his heart for trying not to hurt andi even when he has a secret crush on her sort-of boyfriend lol frick
and also?? bless buffy. she’s so supportive of BOTH of her friends!!! she hates to see either of them get hurt and even if she says the wrong thing sometimes it’s all with good intentions!! everything she told cyrus.... so goshdang spot-on. bless
all in all, i am in love with andi mack and i can’t!! wait!! for next friday!!
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for the blog rates (do tsoaandpatroclus bc my main Succs): listen to We Don't Have To Dance by Andy Black!
THE SONG MADE ME N U T. i’ve only heard him in black veiled brides and oh my god. this is so much better???
sam: squinting at the screen in the dark at three in the morning. a bowl of cereal at nine in the evening. going to the supermarket in sweats and a pair of sunglasses with your hair in a bun cause you havent showered in like three days
ICON | noice | it’s,,, beautiful | im lvoe it | ,,,iconic | step on me plz | a god omg | I am bustin a gotdamn n u t
URL | whomst??? | hot hot hot | lov it | watered my crops | cleared my skin | I would kill you for it | lizard
MOBILE THEME | seared my eyeballs out | its cute | hoo hoo edgyy | plz design my entire blog thenks | TAKE MY MONEY YOU FOOL
DESKTOP THEME | looks like a meme | I need a magnifying glass | so organization im vv impressed | color scheme omggg | fckin gorgeous fuck you
POSTS | umm the entire blog?? so good??? excellent??? 666/10
FOLLOWING | nah, soz dude but I love you | u can bet ur ass I am now | BLESSED MUTUAL
OVERALL | gucci | top notch | I want to fight you (cause ur so good) | so blessed so moved so grateful I can’t bel- | feel free to fight me at the local in n out
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