#i would've if there wasn't a kid next to me who complained about how he needed to shit during it
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for the prompts! 9&13 combined 👀👀
(From this post) (also here's the last one I did).
Castiel had escaped to the empty kitchen at the earliest opportunity as soon as the number of people in the map room had exceeded 8. He doesn't mind crowds, he quite likes them outside - the warm, hurried rush of humanity is quite endearing - but he'd become accustomed to there being a maximum of 4 in the Bunker, including him, so it feels almost claustrophobic to have more, even somewhere as large as this.
He's not surprised that Dean came to find him two hours in, though he is a little surprised that it took him so long.
"There's just so many of them," Dean complains, a little muffled against Cas's shirt, "I think the fuckers are multiplying. I turn around, there's two of them, I look again, there's five."
"The creation of a new prophet is a cosmic event. I certainly would have noticed," Cas says, mildly. He strokes soothingly down Dean's back with one hand, and takes a sip of coffee with the other. Dean grumbles and blindly pushes the coffee mug away from his head when it brushes against him, squeezing into Cas tighter with the strong arms around his waist.
"How many prophets does one god need? There's not that much interesting stuff that happens in the world. And more importantly, why the hell do they have to come here?"
"You invited them."
"Kevin invited them!"
"Because you told him to."
"Well, the kid needs more friends! He can't just hang out with you, me, Sam and Garth for the rest of his life. Anyway, it's definitely working out, I haven't even seen him for over an hour."
"I think he went to his room."
"What?" Dean pulls his head back from his embrace, appalled.
"He said he wasn't feeling up to it."
Actually, he'd muttered stupid Dean, stupid Bunker, stupid prophets, I wish none of them had ever been born, fuck my life, this is the Andover middle school dance all over again as he'd loaded his arms with chips and stormed out of the kitchen in the opposite direction to the gathering, but Castiel's powers of extrapolation had been improving over recent years.
"Then who the hell is this party for?" Dean complains, but he doesn't resist when Cas pulls him back to his nuzzled in position. He likes having Dean here, choosing his company as the antidote to others. Dean belongs in any place that brings him comfort, and Cas is lucky that in his arms is where Dean frequently finds it.
"It appears to be for 47 strangers who are better at getting along than we are." Then he tips his head. "48."
"What?" Dean squawks, pushing back from Cas's chest with alarm.
"They're multiplying."
Dean laughs, "You're an asshole."
Cas agrees with a hum. "You like that about me."
"Sure do. Get over here."
Dean's kiss is lingering, sweet and tender, and Cas's chest glows with it. It takes a second for Cas to open his eyes after, and he's treated to Dean's warm, relaxed grin.
"I guess I better go get rid of them so we can all stop hiding, huh?"
"That would be wise," Cas agrees, but tugs onto Dean's outer shirt when he starts to turn, "You've got..."
He smooths fixes the front of Dean's hair where it'd got smooshed in his impromptu snuggles with gentle fingers, then brushes his thumb over Dean's eye crinkles with affection on the way down from it, since he was in the area. The warmth in Dean's gaze when Cas meets his eyes again cannot be overstated, matched only by the feeling in Cas's own heart. He gets kissed again, and would've been happy to continue that way all through the party, but then there's a crashing noise from the direction of the war room, followed by laughter, which wrenches Dean's attention away.
"That's it," Dean says, untucking his gun from the back of his jeans, "I'm clearing house. Two minutes, tops, and we're free and clear."
Cas wishes him luck as he , and 30 seconds later there's the sound of a gunshot and Dean's voice authoritatively saying "Y'all better haul ass out of my house right now or the next one's hitting a body!", then the desperate scrambling of 47 people scrambling out of a single door.
In 30 seconds less than Dean's suggested timeframe, the place is empty but for its regular inhabitants again. Cas smiles into his coffee cup. They don't need anyone else to be happy.
@hauntedpearl hi Doe!!!! thank you for the prompts!! which were: Pressing their face into the other's neck, hiding from the world and brushing away an unruly lock of hair. I had been working on a Jo/Bela for this one but it wasn't working, and this one suddenly came to me in a vision this morning. So sappy. They love each otherrrrr. PS Sam's hiding in the armory lol. Not one of them likes big parties.
#deancas ficlet#destiel#I lorve them#gun violence#(< just in case. Dean doesn't actually shoot anyone lol.)#cawis creates
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I Can't Hate You
Janis Imi'ike x Reader
Word Count: 1k
Trigger Warnings: arguing over absolutely nothing, a lot of the word 'hate'
Request:
Valentine's / Followers Celebration; Janis Imi'ike w/ quote 30 w/ piece of chocolate 5. Or: too long to put w/ arguing
Valentine's / Followers Celebration requests are closed.
(Y/n) and Janis were arguing over Regina George. (Y/n) had been forced in their shared chemistry class to be partnered up with Regina. Janis found herself angered over the fact that (Y/n) had not fought harder to change partners. Then, she couldn't help but narrow her eyes across the room when they began to laugh and talk together over their science project. She didn't like her 'buddy-buddy' (Y/n) was being with the girl that absolutely ruined her middle school and high school life. She would've snapped the pencil in her hand if it wasn't for Cady calming her down.
"I hate her," Janis complained, still not sitting next to her girlfriend during their lunch. Instead, she sat in between Damian and another kid. Normally, she would practically be climbing on her lap. (Y/n) had to force herself to not roll her eyes over the fact Janis was so angry over something they could not change. "I hate that the entire class you two talked and laughed. I hate that Regina thought it was okay to draw a smiley face on your hand. I even hate the way that when she talked to you, she leaned in so close you two could kiss."
Damian, who was in this same class, was on (Y/n)'s side. Though he did typically take Janis's. Still, this wasn't his business, so he did the most unlikely thing for him and stayed out of it. "Janis, you literally hate everything. First of all, you act like I chose her to be my partner. I'm going to be friendly and talk to her, too. She is going to be my partner for the entire academic school year. I would rather not have a bad year. And, I didn't just let her, she just did it. I pulled my hand away. That's why the smiley is wiggly." (Y/n) showed the smiley face that was almost washed off as (Y/n) had already attempted to rub it off, even adding soap and water.
Janis almost rolled her eyes, but (Y/n) interrupted her again. "Hold on, let me challenge you. Tell me things you love. You always tell me what you hate. You yelled over me being partnered up with the person you hate." (Y/n) crossed her arms, leaning back to see if Janis would take the bait. (Y/n) just couldn't deal with this argument anymore. It had been over four days, and she was over it.
"Fine, this will be easy." (Y/n) raised her brow at Janis's words as she waited patiently. For something so easy, (Y/n) and Damian watched in amusement as they waited for a moment. "I love the way you message me first thing in the morning, never making me wait for a message. You always respond very fast. I love the way you give me rides to school in the morning and we can listen to music with your sunroof open. I love the way that makes your hair ruffled and it reminds me of waking up next to you."
She was genuinely surprised by both (Y/n) and Damian. While (Y/n) wore a dopey grin, Damian wondered if he should still be there. "I love the way you tell everyone I'm the big spoon when we both know that's not true. I love the way you watch my art. I love the way you look in the morning, you're hair messy, and everyone. I love how you look throughout the day. I might not love a lot of things but I love you more than the moon loves the sun." (Y/n) felt almost emotional as she opened her mouth to speak. However, Janis beat her to the punch. "Not so fast, my little goody-two-shoes. This argument is not just about me hating everything, it's also about how calm you are about this whole thing with Regina. So, I told you all of the things I love about you, tell me all of the things you hate." Janis was all about winning a challenge.
(Y/n) was unsure if this was the best idea, glancing at Damian who seemed to have the same thoughts. "Um, okay… I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme." (Y/n) and Janis knew that she didn't hate any of those things, that she just couldn't think of anything. "I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. Because I stayed up all night waiting." (Y/n) teased, talking about how Janis fell asleep last night.
(Y/n) sighed, still wracking her brain for anything. "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." She blushed, twirling her thumbs. "I don't even hate any of the things I listed. I just couldn't think of anything I actually hate. I just… I just can't hate you. I love you, Janis." She admitted for the first time, Damian tapping the table in excitement.
A giant grin fell on Janis's lips as she leaned over the table, kissing (Y/n) promptly on the lips. "I love you, too, (Y/n). I also love that I won the challenge." She joked as she sat back down. All of her jealous worry was now at ease as she reminded herself over who she was worried about. Her perfect, wholesome girlfriend. The girl who couldn't even create an actual list of things she hated about her.
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@steddie-week day 5: established relationship
<- day four
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"you think we're gonna get outta this anytime soon?"
steve looks over from where he’s helplessly watching the kids of the party bring all of their movie night supplies into his living room to see eddie looking at him with a somewhat desperate expression on his face.
before the kids arrived, they'd been having a date night. they'd already eaten dinner, and steve was just about to put his hand down eddie's pants to get to work on dessert when dustin literally threw open the door to his parents' house. so.
sure, he and eddie had practically jumped to opposite sides of the couch immediately at the kids' entry, but still. close call to traumatising the kids, and wouldn't that be a way for them to find out about them.
"something's telling me no, eds." he sighs, and leans back into the couch.
the kids don't even know about their relationship, so he can't be too mad at them for crashing his hot date.
"steve! come on man i wanna watch the goonies!" dustin whines from where he's dumping a backpack's load of snacks onto the coffee table.
steve's not really sure what he's supposed to be helping the kids with. they hadn't offered much of an explanation when they came barrelling in, except for a lot of talking over each other about how they have to watch the goonies at steve's because steve's the only one with a decent tv. it's steve's fault for forgetting to lock the front door, he guesses.
"steve!" dustin complains again, and steve decides maybe he can be a little pissed at the kids for unknowingly interrupting.
"henderson, do you ever think about how i too have my own life and plans so you can't just barge in here whenever and take over my tv?" he asks, letting his head drop onto the back of the couch to look at the ceiling in dismay.
he had been so close to such a good night with eddie. like, one handcuff-themed belt away.
"clearly you don't have a life, steve, because it's a saturday night and you're here with eddie instead of out on a date like you would've been six months ago." max retorts easily, and steve whips around to glare at her.
"you wound me, red. why is hanging out with me such a low point to you?" eddie gasps from the other side of the couch, one hand dramatically clutching at his chest. max rolls her eyes at the display, and steve lets a little grin take over his face.
oh, he can have a little fun here.
he and eddie have been talking about telling the kids soon. they're a good group, and seeing the world almost end four times really puts things into perspective when it comes to primitive controversies like sexuality, so they both know they'll be safe.
before tonight, the plan had been to tell them in a few weeks at the next byers-hopper gathering, because if steve's being completely honest with himself.. sneaking around and giggling to themselves as they make out in a bathroom, or a garage, or on someone's back porch, is fun.
before he speaks, he makes eye contact with eddie across the couch, and raises one eyebrow. he doesn't think eddie quite gets what he's about to do, but steve knows he'll be okay with it.
"who's to say i wasn't on a hot date before you guys barged in?" he crosses his arms over his chest to accentuate his words, and the kids all pause their chaos for a second to look over at him with incredulous expressions.
eddie's expression, meanwhile, has morphed from a confused frown to a slightly wide eyed grin. the manic look in his eyes as he watches the kids in glee tells steve enough about eddie being okay with what he's about to do.
"you really made eddie third wheel one of your dates?" dustin asks like the oblivious idiot he is.
steve levels dustin with a very unimpressed look, and pointedly shuffles across the couch until he's next to eddie again.
"i wouldn't say i was third wheeling, would you big boy?" eddie asks with a smile, and steve glances around the room at the still paused kids to see them all processing his words.
eventually, they all kind of shrug and nod to themselves, as if that makes sense after some retrospection.
"well, now i feel bad." lucas says after a couple seconds.
"i don't. shitheads did this to themselves." dustin grumbles, and reaches forward to the snack-filled coffee table to grab a candy bar.
"so what were you doing on your date before we interrupted? you were literally sitting on opposite sides of the couch." max asks, eyes narrowed at the two.
"do you really want the answer to that." steve doesn't even say it like it's a question. max's face immediately scrunches up in disgust.
"you guys are gross!" mike finally pipes up at that, and steve's heart drops a bit for a second before he sees him with his eyes screwed shut, and then mike continues to explain "it's like visualising my parents- UGH!"
"maybe we should go." lucas offers, and all the kids but dustin are quick to agree.
"but- my snacks!" he whines, but lucas just grabs dustin's arm in one hand and his backpack in the other.
"our snacks now, henderson. that's the payment for ruining our date night." eddie declares, and dustin narrows his eyes at the pair but lets himself get dragged out of the house.
"bye eddie! bye steve!" the kids all yell as they leave steve's house again.
steve and eddie stay where they are, thighs pressed together as they sit on the couch, for a few seconds. eventually, eddie throws a glance over his shoulder at the window.
"do you think they actually left, or are we about to traumatise them?" he asks, voice casual even as his eyes flicker down to steve's lips.
steve grins at him, and holds eddie's chin in one hand, lets the other settle on his thigh.
"that is up to them." he says softly, and then leans in.
they end up giggling through their kiss as they hear a group of shrieks from somewhere outside steve's window.
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-> day six
#steddieweek2023#steddie week#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie drabble#steve harrington#eddie munson#mywriting#stranger things
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I love the one you did for Steve, could you do a best friends to lovers for Johnny too?
Johnny Cade x Reader - Childhood Friends
Authors Note - Why are there so many requests for childhood friends?? Not complaining though, keep requesting
Enjoy!
▪︎ I think Johnny was pretty shy as a kid
▪︎ Didn't raise his hand, rarely spoke, the one kid teachers would say to 'talk louder' when he read to the class
▪︎ You met whenever the teacher rearranged the seating chart in 3rd grade
▪︎ You were either
A) Super social
Or
B) Just like him
▪︎ If you're super social it worked out flawlessly
▪︎ You answered questions for Johnny
"Can you answer this one, Johnny?"
"..27.5..?"
"What was that?"
"Oh, he said 27.5. He's right."
▪︎ Probably got you in trouble a few times
▪︎ "I'm the teacher of this class!"
▪︎ "Let him talk for himself!"
▪︎ He was eternally grateful for it, though
▪︎ You helped him come out of his shell
▪︎ If you were quiet you two would have an unspoken bond
▪︎ Like you barely talk but you're best friends
▪︎ You have the same problems as him so he relates to you
▪︎ Either way, you two bonded
▪︎ By middle school you were still helping him out
▪︎ I think by now he had the gang
▪︎ But say the gang was off doing their own thing, you'd bring him into your friend group
▪︎ Again, eternally grateful
▪︎ Another thing he's grateful for, you always stood up for him to the socs
▪︎ Whether you're a soc or a grease, you always told them to fuck off
▪︎ You beat some girls ass some time because she called Johnny a pathetic quiet kid with no friends
▪︎ She had to get nose surgery
▪︎ 💀
▪︎ You tell him all the gossip (if you're into that)
▪︎ Like he has blackmail on everyone because of you
▪︎ By high-school he still looks like a middle schooler
▪︎ He's kind of jealous of how you matured so fast
▪︎ Like here he is looking like a 13 year old
▪︎ You're over here looking like you could be on the cover of vogue
▪︎ You helped him see he's lucky, though
"Johnny, when we're 70 years old, I'm gonna look like a pile of ashes and you're gonna like 20."
▪︎ You would've said 'plus you look cute', but you didn't want to ruin the friendship
▪︎ He comes to your house instead of the lot
▪︎ Sometthing about you comforts him
▪︎ Maybe because you're the only one in his life who can calm him down
▪︎ Remember that one time he got jumped?
▪︎ Once he got found by the gang he immediately wanted you
▪︎ He knows the gang couldn't comfort him
▪︎ Sure they'd try, but you could help him
▪︎ Two-Bit hauled him on over to your place
"Heyy, Tw-.. Johnny, what the fuck..?"
▪︎ Even though the gang was really worried they couldn't help but give each other the look
▪︎ The 'ooh she likes him too' look
▪︎ Only for a second though, the next they were helping you patch him up
▪︎ You were holding him, trying to calm him down
▪︎ Which surprisingly somewhat worked
▪︎ He wasn't trembling anymore, just a bit shaky
▪︎ Now that he looks back on it that's the moment he fell head over heels for you
▪︎ Nobody's ever cared for him like that
▪︎ Not Dal, not the gang, not his parents
▪︎ Nobody could calm him down like that
▪︎ He was way more grateful than he was in 3rd grade
▪︎ Now that the jumping has passed
▪︎ He's a bit more awkward around you
▪︎ Just a bit
▪︎ Cause he's literally in love with you
▪︎ And you're like
'Shit, was I too clingy? God, he hates me'
▪︎ Completely clueless he's liked you since you first stood up for him in elementary
▪︎ I don't think Johnny would ever tell you
▪︎ He can't do feelings, he's been hurt too much
▪︎ Eventually Dal has had enough of it
▪︎ Sometime he finally remembers to talk to you
"Listin', ya gawta tell Johnny cake 'bout you crush. Neither of ya' are slick, get it ova' wit."
▪︎ Accurate New York accent right there
▪︎ I think, I don't know
▪︎ Anyways, back on topic
▪︎ I'm going with the social character here
▪︎ Sorry introverts
▪︎ Eventually you finally get the guts to tell him
▪︎ It's one of the nights you're in your room together, casually sitting together, talking
▪︎ He's mid sentence, but if you wait you'll loose your sudden burst of confidence
"Hey, Johnnycake?"
"So-... Yeah?"
"Yknow I care for you a lot, yeah?"
▪︎ He's already blushing
"Uh.. yeah"
"What if I said I like you?"
▪︎ Pure silence
▪︎ He's blushing his ass off
▪︎ Eventually he gets out the words stuck in his throat
"Like.. like like?"
"Yeah.. like that."
▪︎ Couldn't even speak
▪︎ He's too flustered
▪︎ But at the same time he's super happy
▪︎ But it's still awkward
".. I like ya' too."
"Yeah?"
"..Yeah."
▪︎ It didn't end with some romantic kiss, he's not ready for that
▪︎ You both just smiled at each other
"Mkay.. so, what were you saying about Steve?"
▪︎ He's still blushing, processing
▪︎ Smiling.
"I got no idea."
#the outsiders#the outsiders headcanons#dallas winston#sodapop curtis#steve randle#two bit mathews#johnny cade#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#the outsiders x reader#johnny x reader#johnny cade x reader#the outsiders johnny#johnny cade headcanons#johnny cade hcs
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fluff w bobby! idk smth like hurt/comfort. maybe she’s had a bad date and goes to bobby and they like confess , idrk but i think that’d be cute
Comfort | ROBERT KEATING
thank you for the request !!
PAIRING: robert keating x f!reader
WORDS: 3.4k
SUMMARY: reader goes on a terrible date. she calls her old work friend, rob, who comforts her and opens up about some hidden feelings.
GENRE: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, fluff
WARNINGS: references to eating disorder
The worst date of my life occured on a Tuesday afternoon, starting at exactly 8.43pm. For starters, the guy was late, 13 minutes late on the dot. Never trust your Tinder matches. I guess I should've figured out what a mess the whole thing would be. I'd sat down at a window seat in Nando's. Sun glowed gently across the table. It gave me a positive outlook on the whole thing. But by the end of the evening, as I left that dreaded restaurant with a soggy bag of chips in my right hand, I was holding back tears. Rain was pouring. My umbrella had broken. Dark clouds had appeared in the sky. Pathetic fallacy. I could hardly even breathe as I sat down in the train.
My first port of call — for some odd reason — was my old work friend. Rob and I had worked together in a restaurant just down my street. We'd been through hell together. My worst memory was when I dropped about ten glasses across the kitchen floor, accidentally smashing them to pieces. The manager heard the crash ring out through the entire restaurant. He ran through the kitchen doors. They swung open as if he was a wild beast prepared to eat me whole. Bones and all. This was the first time I'd made a major mistake as a kitchen porter. I was trying to prepare myself for the incessant shouting to soon ensue. But before I could even build a wall around me, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me out of the kitchen. I wasn't sure who it was grabbing my pinky finger or why they were helping me escape but I didn't complain, I just let them lead me through the main restaurant where guests were staring at us with patient eyes. They really believed we were running around just to ask for their order.
The long mane of curly hair made me realise who was dragging me alone. Robert Keating. The waiter who's sarcasm was off the charts. Each time he came into the kitchen, he'd be going on a rant about how stupid the job was and how much he hated the manager. Most of the chefs agreed. But they'd make sure to put on cheery faces whenever Mr Jacob came in to check everything was alright. Robert had worn Doc Martens to the beach when they had a dinner party to celebrate 10 years of the restaurant. I had made sure to come along with my best dress on and trainers. Robert had appeared with some Doc Marten boots, red shorts and Joy Division shirt, assuring everyone that his boots were 'made for walking on sandy terrain'. Then he complained about them for the entire time. He didn't make any sense.
Once we'd escaped through the front door of 'Jacob's Pizza', we continued running down the street until we got to the park. I knew by that moment I'd sure be fired. No one was running after us. No one really gave two shits about us. We weren't a necessity to the work force. We were just there. Looming.
Rob had sat down on one of the kid's swings (the tiny ones that you can't get into once you grow out of them). He allowed his infinitely long legs to dangle off the edge—not putting them through the holes because he'd surely get stuck which would've been a very Rob thing to do. The park was empty. It was a Tuesday evening. Stars lined the sky. Rob patted the swing next to him, asking me through his motions to join him. I complied. Awkwardly slotted myself in a mildly comfortable position onto the swing. I grabbed onto the rusty chains which had been there for dozens of years. Paint ripped away by years of use, years of bad weather.
"Mr Jacob didn't deserve us. We were too good for him." Sixteen-year-old Rob always thought quite highly of himself—not to the point of being a show off—but just enough to make you shake your head. The use of the collective pronoun was different for him. A change to usual. He was including me in his declaration of greatness. His blue eyes were shining and he'd thrown his apron to the ground. Black button-up shirt and black trousers. His smile was a lighthouse, illuminating that stretch of grass before us.
"I fucked up. Sorry, Rob." I'd looked away from him. Wrung my fingers together, picked at my nails. We'd been working there for months. Of course I had to be the one to make a mistake.
"Hey, don't worry. There's loads of jobs around here. I'm sure you'll find somewhere else," he assured. He reached out a hand between the two swings, let it linger on my shoulder. I followed suit with him. Chucked my apron into the nearest bin. One of those bins that never get emptied. Overflowing with fizzy drinks and sweet packets.
I allowed my head to drop down onto his hand. His fingers took a short hike through my hair.
He then started to laugh. "How the fuck did you drop all those glasses? I swear you purposely tipped the tray over."
"What if I did?" I smirked. It had been accident. Or maybe my irritation at the place just wanted to come out.
Rob was pressing his shoes to the ground, trying to make the swing fly upwards. He'd smiled to himself at my words. "Then I thank you for your service. I'd been trying to get out of there for a while. My band are getting way more gigs and the job was getting in the way of everything."
"Your band? You've never told me about that." I was intrigued. I had no idea he played an instrument. I knew that he loved The Strokes as he'd always put them on the kitchen playlist. I couldn't imagine him on a stage. Performing. Making music. It was the last thing I'd expected he'd do.
"Yeah. We've called it Inhaler. An ode to Eli's asthma—"
"Hewson? He's in it? Fuck no." I'd never been the biggest fan of Elijah. He'd dated my friend and left her heartbroken. I'd never personally spoken to guy but from a distance, I was the slightest bit terrified of him.
"I had no choice! He forced me into it."
"So he's singing, right? Then you're playing what?"
"Bass."
"Really? That's..."
"So sexy. I know."
That's when I shook my head, smiling. His face was serious but as my teeth appeared, so did his. We were both laughing at nothing, giddy because of the air cooling our cheeks. Just his presence, him being next to me, made me feel so much warmer.
Now my eyes are teary, my throat is raw. I'm sat in the corner of a train compartment. Toddlers are screaming at their parents, music is blasting in my ears and the fields turn to blurs of green as I lean back into my seat.
The guy was a prick. A self-centered waste of time who thought the whole world revolved around him and only him. I was asking all the questions. He didn't want to know anything about me. His mouth would never stop moving. I hardly got a single word into any conversation. He showed off about his job, his money, the university he went to and he joked about how much I ate. He'd stared at my stomach when I stood up, as if he was trying to measure my waist with his eyes. That's when I just walked out of the place, taking my remaining chips with me. I don't know why I even agreed to go. He wasn't even nice on the app.
Phone ringing. Hand over my stomach. I had gained weight. I'd started eating more than I had months ago. Food was a comfort, food was a memory-store, food was something to keep me going. There were all kinds of flavours that would bring me back to figments of my past. Eating was a way to reminisce and a way to make new memories. It had irked me—that look in his eye, the raise of a brow. I was skinnier on my Tinder profile. But back then I wasn't happy. Constantly focused on my calorie intake, on how much exercise I had done in a week.
"Hello?" Rob picks up. His words play through my headphones. His voice hasn't changed since I last saw him. It's still low and raspy.
I sniffle, finding it hard to even get my words out. I can see in the train window that my skin is blotchy and red. My bottom lip is quivering. I'm trying to hold everything in. I'm like a bomb on the verge of explosion. I don't like crying. I especially don't like crying on a train where eyes are glancing over in my direction.
"You alright?" He whispers. It's 10pm and I'm wondering what he's been doing. Has he been at a show? I've been trying to keep a track of where they've been going on their tour. Right now he could be absolutely anywhere. The last I heard he was in Scotland.
"What are you up to?" I try to divert the conversation to him. I just want to hear him talk. Anything he tells me, I'll listen.
"I'm back home in Dublin. Eating mince pies. I know it's early but my Ma is too obsessed with Christmas for her own good. It's what, 2nd of November? And she's already got her tree up. Tinsel and everything. What's up with you? You sound different. Has Eli been giving you shit again? That gobshite needs his head knocked in."
He's in Dublin. I'm in Dublin.
"I miss your Ma." I remember the one time we walked home from work together. His Ma had given me a lung constricting hug. She'd thought I was Rob's girlfriend. Told me that he non-stop talked about me. I didn't believe her. I still don't believe her. I could never see Rob having a crush on anyone, let alone me. "It's nothing to do with Eli. Although I agree, he is a little bitch. It's actually this shitty bloke I met on Tinder. He thought he was all that. Most boring guy I've met in my life."
"Instagram, please?"
"I don't trust you with anyone's Instagram."
"At least tell me his name. I want to make fun of him."
"Albert."
"What a name. Honestly, I'm thinking about getting my name legally changed to that. Albert. Wow. I'm impressed."
"He told me his nickname was 'Alby'. I almost laughed." I smile to myself, wiping tears away. I hear Rob snort through the phone.
"Found his Instagram. That was easy. He looks weird. Shit hairline."
"Rob!!! Keep away from his DM's please."
He went silent. He was most definitely already sending him stupid messages. I didn't really mind. The guys deserved shit after what he put me through. Two hours of nonsense. At least the food was good. Nando's is my favourite.
"Aren't you in Dublin? Do you want to come play some bird bingo? It's been a while since I saw you. We've got at least a years supply of mince pies."
I'm cheesing. Sucking in quick breaths as my tears stop falling. The train comes to a halt in the station. My head is leaning against the window, my mouth opens wide as I see a figure sat down on a bench. That familiar mop of hair, those shining eyes, an entire bass guitar case sat beside him. I'm gobsmacked.
The call ends before I can try to speak. Before long, my legs are moving and I'm shuffling through crowds, trying to find the exit. Maybe I was just imagining him. Maybe I just wanted him to be there. But then I'm outside the train, walking down the platform and two arms wrap around my stomach.
"Hey," is all he says, straight into my ear.
He isn't usually this touchy. We used to go for coffee and he'd never hug me. We weren't that kind of friends. Now his arms are holding me flush against his chest and his hair is tickling my ear and I just want to close my eyes and blow the world away.
I turn around to face him. His hands are still on my waist, scrunching the material of my jumper. He has a cardigan on, his eyelashes are so long, he's watching me with worry etched upon his features.
Then I break down. I can't deal with it anymore. I can't hold it in.
"Sweetheart..." He pulls me straight into his chest, hands cupping my head like it's going to split into two. I sob into his cardigan. My palms are against his shoulderblades and his head is on my shoulder. I can feel his nose smush into my skin and he mumbles quiet comforts into the air. "He doesn't deserve you. He's an idiot. Piece of shit." Words of comfort are usually just insults from Rob—but they still make me feel way better.
I don't know what I would've done without him. I keep imagining myself going home and crying into my pillow, no one there to tell me it'll be okay. I'm so glad he's here. I'm so glad he's holding me.
"Let's go home?" He pulls me away the slightest bit just to see my face. His thumb jumps just beneath my eye, wiping away the falling tears. He then gently kisses my nose. I'm shocked and confused. The warmth of his lips against my freezing nose is a welcome relief. I'm sure a sigh escaped my lips at the gesture.
I'm not sure which home he means. His or mine. But wherever we're going, I'll follow him. I want to be somewhere warm. I want to eat some nice, warm food and forget that guy ever even existed. Rob still has an arm around me as we walk through the station. He gives me a packet of tissues and buys me a hot chocolate from Starbucks. Even whilst carrying his entire bass along on his other shoulder, he makes sure to keep an arm around my back, fingers curled over my waist.
"How come you've got your bass?" I taste the hot chocolate. It burns my tongue. My spare hand points along the rather massive case which is definitely heavy.
"I was practicing with the band. I was about to head home when you called me so I ran to the station instead."
"So you lied about the mince pies?"
"Oh no. That is very true. You'll see when we get back. I just lied about where I was—you know, for the surprise element."
His then. We are going to his. I've never been inside his house before. I've only walked down his street and glanced through the windows. He'd always have the best Halloween decorations. The Keating house was always a go to in order to get the best sweets. His mum would come out dressed in the most flamboyant costume possible. Rob would always be standing beside her, forced forwards with a bag of sweets in his hands.
Up past his parents' cars. Still some Halloween stickers on the windowsill and pumpkins next to the welcome mat. He twists his key in the door. It clicks and opens up to a corridor. He was right about the Christmas decorations. Snow globes on a bookshelf, wreath on the door, Christmas tree lights are colourful through the window. The whole living room is dark green.
The house is silent. The dishwasher is wildly spinning and wind is wailing. Other than that it is extremely quiet. And warm. So very warm. I can actually feel my fingers now.
Rob takes my hand once I've pulled off my shoes. He pulls me along into the living room, we crash down onto the sofa.
"Tell me everything," he says. He stretches out his legs and places his feet on the coffee table. He has fluffy socks that have the face of a red robin. "All the nitty gritty. Get it all out of your system."
"I don't even know where to start." I pull at the skin of my cheek, look up at the ceiling. "We went to Nando's. It was my idea. I got there bang on time but had to wait for ages for him to get there. He was late—"
"First red flag."
"Right? I should've just left. Anyway, he came in. Blamed his lateness on traffic when he literally lived in the town I went to. Like wouldn't you just walk? He ordered hardly any food then got all weird when I ordered my usual. I had a pudding too. He was just so judgy. He told me about his degree in Maths and how he was doing a phD. He didn't seem to impressed about my Law degree. He barely even let me talk. Then the last thing, the cherry on top, was when he stared at my belly when I stood up as if I had some kind of disease. I felt ill. I've never been so insecure in my life."
Rob's mouth was open wide, jaw dropped. He kept his eyes on mine. Listening. It was so nice to have someone just hear what I was saying for once.
"You're the prettiest, most intelligent girl— I'm going to have a right word with that nob— I'm going to have a right fucking word with him. He thinks he can just..." His burst of emotions makes him stand up and pace around the room. I smile at his compliments but frown when he starts to get angry.
"It's fine. I'm here now. I don't have to think about him again."
Rob sits down again. Then his head falls onto my stomach. He closes his eyes. His arm reaches over for the coffee table. He grabs two mince pies. One for me, one for him. Bending his arm and extending it, he passes one up to me. I gratefully take it. I peel off the metal then take a bite. It’s delicious. Rob is smiling up at me. There’s a little pastry on his chin. I wipe it away with my thumb. My finger seems to have a mind of its own. It starts to trace lines along his face. Beauty spot to beauty spot. Like his skin is paper and I’m doing a join the dot. My thumb lands back on his lips and I trace along the two pink shapes. A little chapped, warm and soft. He opens his eyes again.
Then I’m hit by this weird feeling. Like I’m reaching a high. Or I’m slamming the accelerator. Or I’m at a claw machine and finally win a prize. That hum of euphoria, singing through your ears. He’s twisting his head on my belly like it’s a pillow. My thumb is still at the corner of his mouth. My heart is beating in my ears. There’s something clicking. A realisation.
I’m in love with Rob. I’ve always been in love with him.
“Look, I know this is a really bad time to say this,” Rob speaks. His words a gruff. I listen intently.
“What’s up?” I brush his hair out of his face. Curls between my fingers.
“You’ll think I’m stupid.”
“I won’t.”
“You will.”
Rob closes his eyes again. He breathes out. He looks for my other hand and places it on his chest, his hand resting just above it. I can feel his heart pounding like crazy. I never knew a human heart could move so quickly. I never knew that here, in this dimly lit room, after my heart has been torn into two separate pieces I’d be feeling Rob’s heart under my fingertips.
“Geez, Rob. Am I that scary?” I stroke his hair again, his fingers now grazing my knuckles.
“Yeah, terrifying.”
“Just tell me. What is it?”
“I love you.”
The whole room falls apart. My whole body feels like it’s been ripped into two then sewn back together. His eyes close again but he peeks a little with his left one just to gauge my reaction. I’ve stopped moving. My brain isn’t working.
“Christ. Really?” I whisper.
“Yes. I think of you every time I buy pizza, every time it’s Halloween, every time I’m drinking from a glass. Everywhere I go, you’re there. Whenever we went for coffee, I’d feel empty when you left. It just—even when you told me about this date. I was jealous at first. I want to take you on dates and fall in love with you even more.”
He sits up. He grabs onto both of my cheeks.
“I love you too,” I say before pulling him into a kiss.
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Welcome to part two of my official Henry-hate crusade. Time to cover the true ending of Pizzeria Sim! For this one, I want to take one of the fandoms favorite moments, the connection terminated speech, and shred it to piece while explaining why Henry isn't really a hero in this instance. So! Let's go over certain lines. Maybe compliment some of my favorite ones so this isn't just hating and recognizing he isn't the absolute worst.
"And to you, my brave volunteer."
Idk about you, but it doesn't exactly seem to me like Michael knew what he was volunteering for.
"Who somehow found this job listing not intended for you."
If it was anyone else, they probably would've died. The only other person by this point who was known to be able to survive the animatronics was Jeremy and I doubt that even if he was still around, he would be able to fend them off due to brain injury. Also, not so much a complaint, but did Henry have someone else in mind or just threw the job listing into the void?
"Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be."
Why not ask. Or at least tell him what the way out is instead of just assuming he hasn't found anything to live for and effectively murdering him?
"I am remaining as well. I am nearby."
Yep. Just make sure everyone who knows what's going on dies even though it's not like William hasn't escaped a fire before. Very responsible of you.
"This place will not be remembered. And the memory of everything that started this. Can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should."
I'm a firm believer in when history is forgotten it repeats itself, so quite frankly wanting people to forget seems a bit stupid. I agree that they shouldn't be trapped in the agony of it, but "this place will not be remembered" seems wrong.
"Although, for one of you. The darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, old friend."
I can complain about Henry all day, but William is objectively far worse, and this line is absolute fire. Pun intended.
"My daughter, if you can hear me. I knew you would return as well."
Might be due to that animatronic you made to capture her and deliver constant controlled shocks and also somehow ended up in a magazine? Idk though. Just a theory.
"I'm sorry that on that day. The day you were shut out and left to die. No one was there to lift you up in their arms. The way you lifted others into yours."
But why. I get that being a parent can be hard and you can't have an eye on your kid 24/7, but he should've at least made there was a responsible adult present.
"Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now."
Yippee. Negligent dad who can only making up for leaving his child without a responsible adult which led to her early death by using Lefty so that she can finally move on. Yayyyy /extreme sarcasm ofc
“Congratulations on completing your work week. We apologize if your situation wasn't presented to you In a completely honest fashion when you first started, but it was important that your intentions and actions be genuine.”
I cannot emphasize enough that Michael was not told what was going to happen and given the last sentence it seems like he didn't even feel the need to be suspicious of what was going on.
“Please accept this Certificate of Completion. Goodbye for now, and thank you for taking this journey with us.”
More of theorizing but it's kind of weird that this whole monologue was recorded and delivered if Michael is supposed to be actually dead. I know it's for the player, but I feel like they could easily spin this and bring Michael back.
Tune in next time where I cover the other endings, possibly rant about how everything in FNaF is awful for everyone, and miscellaneous if there's any!
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[18:51]
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"you look like shit."
iwaizumi hajime scoffs at you from the park bench. although the atmosphere is a little bitter, you still break out the smallest smile. you can't help it. you slowly walk over to the seat, your hands shoved in your pockets as you sit down next to him. your eyes wander to his face, that only peers ahead.
"fuck," he mumbles, blinking back, "we're really eighteen, huh?"
"yeah, it sucks," you add, "i don't know what the heck i'm supposed to do with my life. hell, i don't even know how taxes work. or how to make my bed."
he laughs. and you're sure it's the most melodious thing you have ever heard. it keeps going for about thirty seconds, and you're glad it does. he sounds beautiful. his eyes are closed as he laughs, and you're glad he doesn't see you gawking at him. gosh, anyone would be able to tell how in love you are. except hajime, of course.
he stops laughing now, "the fact that you don't know how to make your bed is concerning."
"hey, come on. sheets are an absolute menace. i stick one side of them in, the other side comes out. it's so weird. who even came up with the concept of bedsheets?" you ask, giggling, "that dude was definitely high."
iwaizumi only laughs more, and it sort of lifts a weight from your heart. you knew why he was here in the first place. you and oikawa are probably the only people that know. ever since aoba johsai lost against karasuno high, iwaizumi hajime has been coming to this park. and he sits on this very bench every day for around half an hour before heading home. the sun is setting, and it's darker than it is light.
"you know, we used to play aliens here," you say enthusiastically as you point your finger, "over there by the swings and that red slide that used to be green. oikawa made himself the alien all the time. you were the police officer. and i was the person that gets abducted."
"it was always aliens," he shook his head, "that idiot never let us play anything else."
"i always had fun being rescued," you shrug, "i don't know 'bout you, it was fun watching you beat him up with a stick."
"and then i had to buy him icecream because he'd cry and tell me he was gonna complain to his pretty older sister," iwaizumi smiles at the memory, "god, i miss being a kid."
"me too," you mumble, "me too."
there's a comfortable silence surrounding you two. your eyes meet and then break contact a few times. there's stars in the sky now, and then, the atmosphere changes.
"i feel like i let everyone down," he whispers. there's space between the two of you, and you're starting to hate it, "i let oikawa down. i let you down. i'm a shit volleyball player, and i'm a shit ace."
"oi," you narrow your eyes, "don't say that. you didn't let us down. and you aren’t a shit ace."
"but i am though," he argues, "i would've won the game that day if i didn't wanna let you down."
you sigh, scooching closer to him before you smack the side of his head lightly. he feigns pain, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you, "do you really want me to tell you what you say to oikawa all the time?"
he groans. you smile, "six who are strong are stronger together. i want you to remember that, okay? it wasn't your fault. everybody made mistakes. even kageyama made mistakes."
"but they won, anyway," he tsks, "i couldn't even get us to nationals."
this time, instead of smacking him, you pull him closer towards you. he looks at you, eyes red and glassy. his lips part, whispering, "what do i do?"
"rest," you whisper back, "you're supposed to rest after working hard for a very long time. so, rest."
he gulps the comforting air, leaning his head against your shoulder, "thank you."
"you don't thank friends, you moron," you sneer, "if you say sorry now, i will poke your eye. or even worse, that place where you're ticklish."
"i was totally not going to apologize for thanking you," he laughs, "but seriously, thank you."
"like i said, don't mention it."
maybe you would tell iwaizumi hajime that you were in love with him later. but that day was not going to be today. today, you were content just being his friend. today, you were going to get satisfaction from being there for him when he needs a shoulder to lean on the most. when he's not strong, but a crying mess who feels like he let every single one of his friends and teammates down.
today, you would be his best friend. and you would make him laugh as he cries.
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𝘀𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 》𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 - Chapter seven
Sam's wife m/l here !
The boys and y/n stood over the snowy terrain as Nate looked at the map. Y/N hugged her jacket closer to her body to keep the cold out.
"Well.." Sam started as he scanned the area. "Rafe's going all in, isn't he?"
"Yeah.. while you were gone he was going batshit crazy for that treasure," Y/N said as she watched the smoke coming from her mouth.
"Well, they're all concentrated around the cathedral, so that's good..." Nate said as he looked in his binoculars. "Because we are going to have that graveyard all to ourselves." He said panning over to the place that they were heading to.
y/n took out her walkie-talkie and turned toward the canyon that lead to the waters. "Sully." She said calling out for the older man.
"Yeah." She heard his voice crackle to life through it and she continues, "We're good to go here." She said with a smile as she saw him poke his head out of his plane. "Okay, kid. Happy hunting." He said waving to her and she smiled.
"Last chance to come with." She heard Sam say next to her and wrap his arm around her waist.
"Yeah, well, unless you can find me an escalator, I think I'll pass." He joked through the walkie talkie and y/n giggled.
"All right. We'll see you in a few," she said waving before putting the walkie-talkie back on her belt loop.
"Well... let's go pay our respects to Captain Avery," Sam commented as he hopped down the little ledge with y/n. "A Scottish cathedral. Strange place to bury your treasure, no?" Sam said taking the lead as Nate and y/n followed him.
"Not really. I mean, by the time Avery would've sailed here, the place was already abandoned." Nate commented.
"I guess that's true. Plus, with the massive bounty on his head... it'd be a good place to hide." y/n chimed in as she walked next to Sam.
"So... what happened between the two of you and Rafe?" Sam said awkwardly as he turned around to look at Nate.
"Ah... I couldn't deal with him... and I'm pretty sure he'd have enough of me." Nate said and y/n nodded her head agreeing. "I was still coming to grips with your, uh... "death," and with his frustration from not finding the treasure... Well, I'm pretty sure he was ready to kill me by the time i bailed."
"Ha. Imagine what he'd want to do to you now." Sam said with a little chuckle looking at y/n with a small smile. "What about you hun?"
"Same with me but i was kind of kicked out due... to me slowing them down and i just went on another job." y/n said shrugging her shoulders as she placed her pockets. She wasn't technically lying but she didn't want to tell him just yet, and Sam gave her a look. "Can we get a move on? I'm freezing my tits out here." Y/n complained and started to walk again getting feelings in her legs.
"I told you to wear proper attire and not some leggings... though I'm not complaining at all.." She heard the suggestiveness in Sam's voice and she rolled her eyes.
"Keep your eyes on the treasure pretty boy. We're not done with this just yet." She sassed and looked back at him Nate sighed
"Sam, listen," Nate said as he knocked his brother out of his trance. "He's ruthless. I mean even more so than when we teamed up with him." Nate explained.
"Noo... what made you think that?" y/n sarcastically said, remembering Vargas death. He was kind of brutal but she friended him and she was sad to see him killed in cold blood. Nate ignored the sarcastic remark from the woman and continues "I mean, I've heard stories."
"Trust me, me too. All the more reason I don't feel bad about any of this." He stated and they continued making their way through the rusty terrain, and Sam spoke up again. "So is it just so how you remember it?" He asked his wife.
"Oh, the cathedral grounds?" She asked as she looked at him and he nods his head. "Pretty much. Although it's been too long, it's a little hazy." She stated as she tried to remember what it was supposed to look like.
y/n was the one who took the lead as they slid down a path and stopped over the ledge, and Sam looked over it and whistled. "That's a long drop."
"Yeah. We need to find another way down." Nate said as he went to another sliding part but this one didn't have a ledge. They then heard a bomb go off in the distance. They quickly made their way down and saw equipment everywhere.
"Huh... what do we have here?" Y/N said checking out the equipment as she walked around.
"It's excavation equipment," Sam said walking behind her keeping a close distance between them.
"Shoreline?" Nate asked in disbelief as he examined the stuff and y/n and Sam walk back to him saying "What?" at the same time. "Look," Nate said pointing at the crate that had their logo on it. "I thought they were by the cathedral!" Nate exclaimed they heard voices and Nate cursed under his breath as they got down.
"Look, they're here!" They heard a mercenary say as they hid behind a cover. Y/N took out her bow and arrow as she started to take down each mercenary with the help of Nate and her husband. When they finished, they were out of breath and got whatever ammo that was dropped. "okay, we're good." Y/n said as she retrieved her arrows that weren't broken.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too, shoreline. Seems like they were expecting us." Nate said as he took the lead again.
"Kind of figured that when we stole the crucifix away from them." y/n said walking behind him and Sam behind her.
"...And like they're searching away from the cathedral." Sam chimed in.
"Which means we should get to that graveyard pronto." Nate said and y/n and Sam agreed, as they made their way through the snowy terrain Sam said "Why didn't you guys search beyond the cathedral?"
"Well, we did... a little. But this place is so big, without know where to look... it's like shooting in the dark." Nate joked and y/n shook her head with a sigh, and they heard another explosion.
"Or like blowing shit up in the dark," Sam said and they turned the corner seeing a camp, and they jumped down. "What is this place?" Sam asked looking around.
"The monks had several living quarters... the main one being by the graveyard, of course," Y/N said as she walked next to him, and she heard him chuckle.
"Location, location, location." he joked which earned an elbow in the side.
"You are unbelievable." y/n said chuckling and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"More shoreline equipment," Nate stated a little far off.
"At least no shoreliners." y/n said moving away from Sam's arm, and they searched the camp. Y/N went up to the door and saw something in the box.
"What do we have here?" Y/N said picking up a stick of dynamite before turning to the boys. "Hey boys, look what i have found." She said with a smile as she held it up. The boys looked over to her as they were over by a crate.
They walked over to her and smirked as they all said at the same time "Dynamite."
"Hey, be careful with that stuff?" He said to Nate and y/n who were stuffing some more in their pockets.
"You're telling me to be careful?" y/n asked her husband as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey. I can't be worried about my wife." He said with a slight smirk as Nate turned around and threw the dynamite at the door exploding the already brindle wood and making y/n jump slightly.
"Jesus fuc- Can you give a little warning next time?" She asked as she rubbed her finger in her ear to get rid of the ringing.
"That was... very loud. Hopefully, they didn't hear us." Sam said as he looked at the now open area.
"Yeah, they heard that. I sure as hell won't be hearing for weeks." Y/N said talking a little loudly.
"Well, hopefully, we just blend in with the other explosion," Nate said as he through the blown-up doors and saw that there was an opening through the roof.
"Look there's a way up through the roof but it's too high for a boost though," Nate said examining the roof before running back to the crate with others following.
"Brace yourselves!" He said as he got behind the cover before he threw another stick of dynamite at the door making it explode. "There ya go. Take that, door." Nate joked as he started to push the door.
"Boy... you showed that door." Y/N joked and Sam chuckled at her joke before they followed him. Nate pushed it down on the ground and was about to go around the corner but they saw more shoreline showing up through the hole they saw.
"Shit! Shoreline! Hide!" Sam said as he pushed his wife down gently and Nate got behind cover.
They walked through the tall grass and tried to stealth kill everyone but they had to use some of their weapons to take some of them out.
"All right. Nicely done.... that could've been bad." Sam said out of breath as they took out the last shoreline Nate went to go push the yellow crate.
"Yeah, tell me about it... let's get it off here before anyone checks in on them." Y/N said before helping Nate push the crate faster to the hole. Once they got it by the hole and up against the wall, they climbed on top of it and out of the hole.
They walked over to a grappling hook branch and y/n was the one who did it this time. "Got it." She said as she swung back and forth before grabbing on the side of the rocks.
"Whoa be careful there hun," Sam said from the ledge as Nate went next.
"Don't worry about me, babe. Just worry about you getting over here." She said winking at him earning a chuckle from him. "Come on boys. We have treasure to find." Y/N said climbing up to the top. Nate went next and almost fell.
"Shit!" He yelled out as he jumped to the next ledge.
"Nathan, you okay?" Sam called out to him as he watched from the ground.
"I'm good... Just follow y/n." He said reassuring him and Sam shook his head following after his brother as the both of them went to where y/n was at.
Then Nate took the lead as he hooked the grappling hook again and swung across the wall. making it to the ledge.
"Whoo. All right, you think you can do that?" Nate said from above the ledge.
"What are you talking about? I taught you that move!" Sam shot back making y/n laugh.
"All right, let's see it then." Nate challenged with a smirk and Sam looked at y/n.
"Go ahead, sweetheart." He said with a smile and she rolled her eyes slightly. "What? I need to catch my breath."
"Uh-huh. This is why you need to stop smoking." Y/N commented and she did what Nate did easily and stood over the edge. "All right 'sweetheart', it's your time now." Y/N mocked back and she watched him do it as Nate went to another grappling hook.
"There, you see?" He said to her as he stood next to her and she leaned up to kiss his cheek.
"Glad you didn't fall to your death." She teased and she quickly followed after Nate he chuckled as they still heard the bombs going off in the distance getting closer as they progressed.
"There's a ladder out of reach," Y/N commented as she looked up at the ladder.
"All right, come over and I'll give you a boost," Nate stated to her and she nodded her head as she quickly went over to him and he boosted her up. He did the same to Sam and they tried to find a way to pull him up.
Sam found a ledge where he can pull Nate up as y/n looked around checking their surroundings. Nate joined next to her and saw the cathedral in the distance.
"All right, there it is. The monks' dorm. Just a hop, skip, and a jump away." Nate stated and y/n and Sam groaned.
"Ah, don't jinx us." Sam groaned as he rubbed his neck already feeling the pain kicking in as they started to slide down the hill to get to the lower level.
"Ah! Whoo, burns a little." Nate stated as he brushed his pants off.
"It feels like I was sitting on a nail couch," Y/N stated as she winced and brushed her butt off.
"Well, those are fun," Sam said chuckling to himself as they made their way to another sliding part.
"I'm still getting gravel out of my underwear." Y/N groaned slightly and she did it anyways hopping on the ledge afterward.
"...The next, he's paying us to double to wipe them out." Y/N heard a mercenary say and both of the men stopped next to her.
"I can do this all day," Sam stated and y/n shushed him pointing to the mercenary below them.
They saw that the mercenary split off and y/n jumped down and landed on the guy that was trying to take a leak and the others jumped down after her.
They snuck into the tall grass and took down some mercenaries with stealth. When the ones that were proving to be difficult y/n took them down with her bow and arrow.
When there were no mercenaries left, y/n took her time to look for her arrows that were unbroken so she collect them and Sam followed her.
"That was... kinda hairy," Sam commented out of breath as he made his way across the bridge and y/n nods her head in agreement.
"Someone was bound to hear all that. C'mon, let's get a move on." Nate said as he takes the lead he went to the ledge and jumped up where he was grabbing the rocks. He made enough room for the two of them as he continued to climb.
"Ladies first." Sam offered as he looked at her with a smile she rolled her eyes but smiled anyways.
"Such a gentleman." She said with such sarcasm as she followed Nate, and Sam followed after her. They went around the cliff before landing on the ground and y/n took the chance to use her grappling hook this time to swing across to the next platform.
They climbed up to where the ground was and set down their feet before stretching.
"Right beyond those walls," Nate commented as he looked at the wall structure in front of him. They slide down the gravel way and turned around where they saw three mercenaries and they took them out easily.
"Where to next?" Y/N stated when they took out mercenaries and Nate was already leading the way.
"Guys! This way!" He yelled back as he hopped to a platform and the two couples followed suit. They got to a sliding part on more gravel and y/n sighed not wanting to slide more.
"Catch your breath. There's more sliding up ahead. This one's looking a bit more dangerous." Nate said mostly to Sam as y/n was already next to him. Nate leaped once Sam was next to him cursing the whole way down and nearly missing the ledge.
"Okay, if he did it, I can do it," Sam said softly next to his wife.
"You have fun with that. I'll just watch you from back here." Y/n said patting his back before he made the leap and slid against the ground.
"Whoa. Whoa." He said as he slide to where Nate was and laughed as he stood up. "It's better than bungee jumping hun! It's your turn." He called back to his wife who was sliding down already.
"Ah fuck!" She screamed as she almost fell off the edge but she caught her balance off the side. "That was close.." She said sighing in relief.
"I wouldn't allow you to fall," Sam commented as he placed his arm out to catch her, and she gave him a grateful smile, and they continued.
"So, this is what the two of you been up to all these years? Jumping around ruins?" Sam asked as he trailed behind his wife and brother.
"Yeah. That and... Getting shot at." Nate answered strained as he jumped across a cliff, and y/n continued "Blown up. Punched. Kicked. Also, don't forget getting drugged."
"All right. All right. I get it." Sam said as he heard too much but Nate and Y/N continued climbing and sliding before they made it to the top and y/n admired the view for a couple of minutes.
"Haha. And that's it." Nate said making the moment ruined as Sam walked up to y/n.
"Ah, not quite. Still gotta climb higher to cross the ravine." Sam commented before kissing y/n's forehead and following after Nate who climbed up more.
"All right, I hope that we're done sliding for a while. My ass is full of gravel." Nate said as he made it to the other side.
"Ah, don't jinx it. I still have PTSD with that shit." Y/N muttered as she went after Nate with Sam following her as they heard more bombs going off in the distance, and they made it to another sliding part and y/n groaned loudly. "I SAID not to jinx it!"
Nate went first as he slide down and used his grappling hook and made it to the cliff laughing. "Stuck the landing!" He said calling back to the couple, and they made their way across as well seeing a door.
"Hey give me a hand," Nate said to Sam as they started to lift the part of the gate that was stuck.
"Alright. We got it. Go!" Nate said to y/n straining as they held the door open and y/n ducked under, holding the door open for the both of them to get under.
"And we're here," Nate said as he started to walk forward looking around as Sam dropped the door.
"Yes we are," Sam said laughing as he stood next to his wife with a smile on his face.
Y/N looked at both of them with a smile before saying. "Let's go grave robbing boys."
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when we think about it, Isabella spent hours to make little Berny for Conny's birthday when she knew at this point that Conny would be shipped one month after this birthday
(she know who will be shipped in the three/four months to come, except if one of these kids made a spectacular progresses suddently, then… this kid is saved for a while i guess).
She spent hours to create a toy that was going to be cherished for only four weeks. and she probably did that for a lot of kids who has the same mont of time than Conny, some had probably more and some had maybe less.
She loves so much her kids and wants them to be happy so much.
For Ray she literally managed to obtain a cool watch that he still uses at almost 12 (and maybe he took it in the escape). He took care of it, he didn't use it for create the anti-trackers device, so he enjoyed the gift.
I dunno exactly how far in advance Isabella knew Conny was gonna be the next one to be shipped out (though she had to be aware it was only a matter of time since her her test scores were pretty low), so the fact Isabella went through all that trouble to make something for her is very sweet indeed. I say "trouble," but with Isabella being so skilled with everything, I can imagine she made Little Bunny fairly quickly.
I also love that Isabella decided to make Little Bunny from scratch rather than just order a bunny plush like all the other objects she gifted Ray as it gives that extra personal touch which really shows how deep her love is for these kids.
When ya say cool watch, are you referring to the pocket watch Ray often used during his time Grace Field? I.. never thought that it would've been another one of his gifts he received from acting as Isabella's watch dog. How did I never think of that..? I mean, it would make sense, yeah? Where else would he even get one if not from Isabella herself? I doubt one was conveniently lying around the house for him to take. Oh, I like this idea very much. (y'all, is this confirmed to be true anywhere about how/when he got the pocket watch??)
About whether or not he took it with him post-escape, I wondered the exact same thing and thankfully I was awarded with an answer during ch61. Unfortunately, I'm slow with realizing that these are two completely different watches, as the one he used at GF didn't open like this one apparently does. Sigh..
Okay so now I'm gonna ramble about something that's been on my mind recently due to me comparing some season two scenes to recent manga chapters, but the watch in the second season's OP has to be Ray's, yea?
The tracking devices Isabella & Krone use are silver, not to mention that we get a clear shot of Ray's during s1ep1. It also doesn't open up like the one used during the trip to Goldy Pond.
Of course what caught my eye are the several tiny scratches on the pocket watch seen in the Identity OP. Had I not gone back to check the first episode just now, I would've imagine the scratches could've been from the stick he used during ch181.5 or something, but since that event of him destroying his tracker takes place before the anime starts, that obviously can't be true. His extra chapter released way after season one anyways and he wasn't even shown using the pocket watch then either. This moment only came to mind because of how precise he timed Isabella's arrival.
Perhaps the damage is just there for dramatic effect. I dunno, just a random thought I've been wondering about. Oh, and the anime pocket watch also doesn't include the chain it has in the manga. I can't complain about that detail though since it's so minor and would've been an extra, unnecessary thing to animate.
I know the question started off with Conny and I just went on a whole Ray tangent and for that I apologize, especially considering it was Conny's birthday, aahaha. Well, I'm posting this a couple minutes late in that case but I was close!
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what made your first year of college so much worse than the second?
godddd where do i even start. Complaining goes under the cut cuz it’s too damn long.
8 hour studios 3 times a week that start at 8 AM and only break for lunch. one of the professors expected us to stand the entire time we were drawing and only sit when we went on break. plus homework for those studios, because each studio was a different foundational class. and on the days when you dont have those studios you got other foundational classes like art history and literature or something. you've got homework for all of these classes too and tests and everything.
and each studio being a different class is a huge issue and really frustrating as well. the classes are drawing, design and, like, basically a 3D class, right? where you use power tools and carve stuff and all that. But imagine you go to this school for painting or to make clothes, then the three foundational classes might just really bore and frustrate you. because you don't really feel like they're helping you gain any skills in your preferred major.
so you have all these artistic kids who want to do their best, being forced to do things they hate and being told it's to make us "more well rounded." (which dont get me wrong i understand, but that doesnt make it suck any less)
so all the art you make is painful to create, and you don't even like the result. but we knew what we signed up for, and the point is to last past first year so you can get into your major. thats the point for me, at least. so you just get what you can done, but i cant imagine what I would've done if i'd fallen behind even once.
And then my own personal hell- being in a new place and not knowing what to do or who to talk to or how to communicate ! So i was constantly stressed out in like a social way. idk if i vented about this here but i fell over in a fit of anxiety and hyperventilation in class multiple times first year. I straight up fell over at least twice and i had crying fits multiple times (with varying degrees of how quiet I was being, sometimes they don't even notice :D)
I was incredibly emotionally isolated and cried myself to sleep like every night. my only social interactions were at work because I'm very bad at socializing properly and making friends in class, and i was always too tired to go to any events. LUCKY for me I met a really cool friend while doing some student work and it was really nice and chill.
ANYWAY BACK TO THE STRESS. to give an example of the situation: our first homework for drawing class was to make this big ink master copy of a van gogh sketch, and it didn't have to be perfect, or even GOOD tbh, but regardless it took forever. and i spilled my ink on it which nearly led to a breakdown but instead i just laughed cause otherwise I'd go insane. the amount of podcasts and audiobooks i burned through that year just to keep myself sane was mind-numbing. i listened to, no joke, ALL of Well There's Your Problem, and i went back and listened to a lot of them more than once.
i was really lucky though, cause some other students had first projects that were like "bring in 50 drawings by next class" or "make a chair out of only cardboard that you can sit on without it collapsing" or something. and i never had a teacher that bad.
actually, my second semester design professor was really REALLY chill. He let me sleep in class if i finished the work so I spent a few hours in his class just chilling and sleeping fitfully (as in I was so stressed i would gasp and mutter myself awake, which really alarmed my classmates but i never got close enough to them to explain myself soooo they prolly just think something is wrong with me. which it is! oh well)
i can only speak for myself but i was basically working any moment i wasn't sleeping, eating, shitting, or showering. somehow other people made time to befriend each other and hang out and like, go to parties??? i dont know how. Frankly I don't even remember how i did what i did either, specifically I reached out to my college's mental health services and got on some medication for anxiety. I also somehow managed to write an essay for our student published thingy about how I wanted to kms and felt unsupported by mental health professionals lmao.
I have NO IDEA how i did any of that because this year i kept falling asleep for five hours in the middle of the day. my theory is that I got more done because I physically HAD TO STAY AWAKE. I COULD NOT ALLOW MYSELF TO FAIL.
I was so stressed out the first year that I often couldn't sleep without hugging my giant elephant stuffed animal or using it as a comforting weight on top of me. one morning i woke up hyperventilating and went to go cut a huge role of paper at like 6 AM because i was so worried about forgetting to cut the paper before i left before class at 8 AM.
so yeah, my theory is that since second year wasn't that insanely stressful, all those hours i spent eking out any artistic joy possible (making owl house comics, writing that essay, and painting my clothing) just to make sure i didn't kms were replaced instead with me just falling asleep at inopportune times, because I wasn't as scared that I wouldn't have time for my work.
OH MY GOD AND FIRST YEAR I GOT PUT IN TWO CONSECUTIVE GROUP PROJECTS WITH THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER- but that could be its entire own post. suffice it to say that he had been reported multiple times for various things and one of my classmates recognized who i was talking about just from me vaguely complaining about how much i hated him.
anyway im sure there's even more that i forgot about but to be honest i think i've explained enough.
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Coming out - The Love of My Life PT9
Rating: Mature
Warnings: no warnings
Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Max Mayfield, Dustin Henderson, Robin Buckley, Karen Wheeler
Tags: angst, cursing
Words: 1872
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Summary: When Steve and Billy got a taster of what life could be if there were no restrictions, things start to go south…
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“Hey what’s up between Hargrove and Harrington? It’s almost as if they’re getting along.”
“Harrington is apparently helping him with math or something.”
“But they hate each other!
“Well, not any more.”
“I don’t know. There’s something else going on between them, I know it.”
“That blue car is on Harrington’s driveway almost daily.”
“John, kids have friends, you know.”
“Well, I’m almost sure I saw those boys hugging on the doorway the other day.”
“John, friends can hug.”
“Not boys, Anette.”
“Why not?
“Well, not in my time they didn’t.”
“It’s been a while from that, John. Times change. And why do you spend time on keeping an eye on them in the first place? It's none of your business.”
“Hey Neil, how’s that boy of yours at the Harrington’s almost every night? I’m almost sure I saw those boys hugging the other day.”
Max kicked the skateboard up and walked in. The Camaro had been parked in front of the house, so she knew that her leaving the house without Billy knowing about it had worked. Or at least he wasn't concerned about her absence. Which wouldn't be surprising as Neil wasn't home. He'd be interested in it only when it was about time Neil to come back home. She went directly to the kitchen to get something to eat. Then, she started towards her room with two sandwiches, which she dropped, when she bumped into half dressed Steve in the corridor.
”Oh shit,” was all Steve was able to say when he stared at Max, who was as surprised as he was.
When Billy heard that, he opened his door and saw the two staring at each other confused. ”Fuuuuck.”
"Max," Steve said. "We'll explain everything, OK? Just…let me get something on."
Steve went to Billy's room and closed the door behind him. He leaned to the door and closed his eyes. "You said she would be gone longer."
”Well, so I thought. She usually is. We're so fucked," Billy said sitting on his bed and burying his head into his hands.
Max was stunned, left standing alone in the corridor. All this time she knew something strange had been up with Billy and whoever had come over because she never actually saw anyone come or go through the front door. They had used Billy's window all this time. She knew what was happening behind the closed door, despite them trying to stay as quiet as possible, which was why she tried either to get away for the time being or put her music as loud as she dared to keep from hearing anything. She hadn't even thought that it was a guy who secretly visited Billy. Billy didn't exactly show that kind of tendencies, if there were such really. It was all the the same to her who Billy wanted to be with. Steve being into boys was the bigger surprise. Though she didn't care about that either, not really. Steve had complained about Billy frequently and she was under the impression that they practically hated each other. But it had been a camouflage, for a while at least. This was a secret Billy would've been probably willing to take to his grave.
She stood there for a while collecting her thoughts, then took the sandwiches from the floor and to the kitchen and tossed them into the bin. She had totally lost her appetite.
Steve had dressed and he and Billy came into the kitchen.
"Sit," Billy said, annoyed, to Max and pointed to a chair in the end of the kitchen table.
Steve put his hand on Billy's shoulder and told him to shut it. "Let me handle this, OK?"
To Max's surprise Billy listened without letting out a peep. As Billy sat down into the other end of the table he took a smoke from a pack and lit it.
Steve sat next to him and turned to Max. "I noticed you had sandwiches with you in the corridor. Have you eaten anything? Or do you want something to eat?"
Max shook her head. "I'm not hungry."
"OK, that's, eh, understandable."
"I didn't mean to…”
Billy was terrified of his and Steve's relationship coming out like this and he just couldn't remain quiet. "You better stay quiet about this,” he snarled.
Steve, knowing the complex relationship Billy had with Max, Billy's other issues and their own delicate situation, put his hand on Billy's arm. He tried to make an eye contact with him, but when Billy's glare remained locked at his step-sister, he turned to Billy, put his hands on his cheeks and forced Billy to look at him as gently as he could. "Billy. Calm down. Everything's OK. We'll sort this out, babe."
Max watched, how Steve spoke gently to Billy and made him actually relax under his touch. Steve had a massive effect on Billy. She had never seen Billy behave like that.
After Steve felt Billy's tension easing under his touch, helped by his words, he turned to Max: ”Billy told me that you knew about someone being over sometimes. Right?”
Max nodded.
"You probably thought that it was a girl?"
"I guess."
”We like each other a lot." Steve looked at Billy, and took his hand in his. Billy was reluctant first, but when Steve brushed his hand gently with his thumb, Billy's tension eased. Again. "But you probably understand that we couldn't be open about this. Because people don't understand this."
”Yeah.”
”That's why I've been here only when your parents aren't home. I'm sorry you had to find out like this. I mean, I'm sorry about the whole secretly being over thing."
"It's OK"
"Max, you have to keep this as a secret. You can't tell anyone about this. OK?”
”Yeah, I get it.”
”I mean,” Steve said, glancing at Billy, ”it's not that we want to keep it a secret for forever. We just prefer tell people about it ourselves.”
Max nodded. After a while she spoke: ”You know, if I'm the only one at home with you, you can use the front door. For some decency.”
It made Steve let out a laugh. “Sure.”
”How long have you been together?” Max asked after a while, genuinely interested.
”Almost 6 months,” Steve replied after glancing at Billy, who had finished his smoke and was already opening the pack to get another one to calm his nerves.
”And are you serious?”
”What is this? A cross-examination?” Billy asked, lighting the smoke.
The remark made Max roll her eyes.
"Billy, stop. She's just curious. Yeah, we're serious.”
Max couldn't believe that Steve actually managed to handle Billy's temper just by talking, and it was effortless. She shrugged. ”OK.”
”OK? As in…”
”It's OK that you like each other and want to be with each other. I don't mind if you're over. And I will keep the secret. But you have to bring films for me to watch when you come around. I don't want to hear what you're doing here.”
Steve smiled. ”Done. But. In case you want to go out of the house when I'm over, please let Billy know where you are. It would help him a lot. He can always come pick you up,” Steve said. He looked at Billy. “Right?”
“Yeah, why not,” Billy replied.
Suddenly Billy and Steve were able to see each other more often, both at the Harringtons' for the 'tutoring' and at the Hargroves' when Neil and Susan were gone or at work. Billy was happier than he had been in years. Driving Max around was no longer as big of a chore as it had been, and sometimes he picked up the other kids too if they were coming over. He also shut up about Lucas, and was almost warming up to the kid. He was able see Steve more and be more open with him, even at school. They were able to cuddle in Steve’s bed all evening, or watch TV in the living room, of course sitting far enough that it didn't raise any questions if Steve’s parents were home. But Billy could be in the same space together with Steve. And that was everything to them both.
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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asked.
“Yeah,” Billy said and took a deep breath.
“Babe, you look lovely. And I love that earring on you.”
“You got it for me, of course I'm wearing it here,” Billy said smiling. “C'mon, let's get this over with.”
Steve took Billy's hand and rang the doorbell.
Mrs. Wheeler opened the door. Seeing Billy made her blush. Steve greeted her and told her that they were coming to see Nancy and the kids. Then he introduced Billy, who greeted her with just a shy “Hello”, without any trace of the charmer he’d been last time he’d met her. When Karen noticed that Steve and Billy were holding hands, her face fell. “In the basement,” was all she managed to say as she let them in. She closed the door behind them, looking at Billy’s back until they were gone.
Steve stopped in the top of the basement stairs and smiled at Billy. “Wait here.”
Steve walked down the stairs and into the chatter that was caused by six teens plus Nancy and Robin.
“Hey, there you are!” Dustin said. “We’ve been waiting for ages. What was the emergency?”
Steve looked at Max, who grinned.
“I want you all to meet someone,” Steve said, and glanced at Nancy, who looked down. “Someone who’s really important to me.”
Everyone looked at Steve expectantly.
“It’s OK,” Steve turned to say to Billy and gestured him to come down.
Billy’s heart was thundering in his chest. The kids meant a lot to Steve, and being introduced to them as Steve's boyfriend felt like being introduced to a girlfriend’s dad for the first time. He walked down the stairs and smiled shyly when Steve took his hand.
“You all know Billy. But not as my boyfriend. Which he is.”
Everyone looked at them surprised. But when Robin started with “Well it was about damn time you two came out!”, their faces turned into smiles.
Steve and Billy sat down on the sofa. “Hey babe,” Steve whispered and stetched his arm over Billy's shoulders, pulling Billy close to him to his side. “They won’t bite. But just tell me if you want to leave, it's totally OK."
“No, I'm good, for now,” Billy replied and leaned tighter on Steve's side. He felt awkward and very self-conscious, feelings he hadn't felt for a while. He felt also exposed, but the setting wasn't as scary as he had thought. Steve was with him, and with Steve he could do anything, even if it scared him shitless. And it was as if their revelation had been just an informative matter for these kids, Nancy and Robin, then the normal shenanigans continued.
He only wished them coming out would be as easy for the rest of the world. But inside he already knew that it wouldn't be.
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l'amour de ma vie
Pure fluff oh my god I hate this. Basically this is one of my very traumatized gay ocs, of whom I've decided to pair with my favorite British cigarette, Gareth Emerson bc he's babygirl. This is fluff for now but feel free to request angst and/or smut although angst is my favorite to write. I can go into their story a little bit later but all you need to know for now is they're a mentally ill teen that's nonbinary in the 80s which causes a lot of insecurity for them because they managed to fall for the gay kid and they had the misfortune of being born as a girl.
Established relationship
No triggers for this one
"Dude, what do you mean it's nothing? That's so cool!" Gareth hollered, grinning at his partner as they casually decided to mention the fact they know a few phrases in French. "It's just a few...like really lovey dovey ones." Atlas mumbled, face glowing a bright shade of red as they remembered why they learned the phrases in the first place.
Atlas Grove sat patiently on the calm patio of the Emerson home, waiting for Gareth to return with snacks from the store as they mindlessly wrote anything and everything in their notebook. Footsteps trailed behind them, though audibly not Gareth's, it was his mom. Eleanor Emerson wasn't a stranger to seeing Atlas appear in her home, it wasn't something for her to complain about either, Atlas was kind and clearly loved her son so why worry.
"Waiting for your loverboy to get back?" The elder questioned, sitting in the sit next to the teen, setting down a cup of water for them. Atlas seemed on a different planet, listening to another French lesson with their Walkman strapped onto their head. It wasn't too loud for them to hear the woman though, and they simply replied, "if you're talking about Gareth — I still haven't confessed." A small sigh of defeat escaped the Grove teen's lips as their gaze found it's way to Eleanor, "well, I'm fixing to, I just don't want it to be obvious. I learned how to say and write 'I love you' in French so I'll probably just leave him a note that says that and wait for him to figure it out."
Sadly, Gareth never exactly figured out what the translation of Je t'aime meant, however Atlas still managed to end up lucky enough to be running their fingers through Gareth's hair, making a mess of it, though it seemed like the boy couldn't care less as the side of his face pressed into the other teen's stomach. "Tell me something in French, I wanna guess what you're saying. I'll give myself three hints."
Atlas sighed a bit to themself, more in content than boredom or something along those lines. How could they possibly get bored of laying like this? Gareth's arms were loosely wrapped around their waist, just enough so that it wasn't uncomfortable for either of them. Gareth was laid on the longer end of the couch while Atlas' body was positioned more in the corner of the L-shaped sofa. The Emerson teen's face was turned towards Atlas' so the pair could look at each other, as if that wasn't what they did all day anyway.
Even if Atlas couldn't see Gareth, his face was engraved into their mind. Every little detail. Every freckle that went from one cheek, to across the nose, then onto the other cheek, and finally scattering around his forehead.
"Well...uh, l'amour de ma vie."
Gareth scoffed playfully, glaring up at Atlas in disbelief, "amour is obviously love." He claimed proudly, nose slightly scrunched as he continued. "And I know ma is my, I took French for like 2 years...in middle school."
Atlas let out a quiet laugh, nodding to show that he was on the right track. They would've spoke but they felt like silence communicated their thoughts better than they did. And who would want to interrupt Gareth's train of thought when it was making him look so...squishy? Like when a cat is so cute you just wanna suffocate it, whatever that is called. His nose was slightly scrunched, making his eyebrows furrow inward slightly as he reached up to scratch his cheek like he was did when thinking intently. "I need a hint."
"Vie means life." Atlas declared, "the whole thing is kinda like a pet name, it's something you call someone you love."
Gareth seemed completely lost but that was fine by Atlas since he couldn't catch them staring at him. As much as they stare at him, they'd probably be able to do a photo-accurate sculpture of Gareth just from memory. Curls messily fell over his freckled forehead, framing his face as his eyes drooped sleepily and he reached around to grab Atlas' free hand.
"I give up, what's it mean?"
"Love of my life."
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Gosh, I just reread United in fear today and its so good, last time i read it was 2 years ago(maybe 3?) it was still being updated back then, so today I read part 5 for the first time and its so good, your writing is so good.
Just the reader begging infront of Tywin, uffff that scene almost made me cry, it was just so well planned and written. Is there any chance for an epilogue? I got so much into the story I just wished to know how they both finally settled down, but really ofcourse no pressure, this is just a request, I am just so happy that I remembered the story and got to read all the 5 parts together for the first time, it was such an amazing experience, thanks!
Thank you so much dear! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
I'm not really considering rejoining the GoT train and adding a chapter to United in Fear any time soon. As the story developed in my mind, I realized that that was a good stopping point for the series because when I went to write an epilogue I realized the Stark and Lannister story in that universe didn't end there. There was a lot more to it, and I couldn't write an epilogue cause the story wasn't over. I had to choose between making the story 5-8 more chapters or pausing it at a moment where it seemed to end and readers would be satisfied. So there isn't really an epilogue to give you even if I wanted to because the story isn't over.
But if you or anyone else is interested I could tell you what happens next in my mind. I wrote a scene between Lady Catelyn and the reader once, and there are bits and pieces floating around my drafts but not nearly enough to piece together a chapter and it would take several chapter to tell the story I would want to give you if I were to actually commit to it.
So under the cut, I've written a timeline (just the plot outline, not an actual story) of what happens after the end of United in Fear. This is, again, just the plot so it doesn't have any of the cutesy character development scenes of Robb and Lannister falling in love that I would've interspersed. You're welcome to take it or leave it as you wish.
Rob and Lady Lannister get married at the biggest and tensest wedding in Westerosi history at Harrenhal.
At the wedding, Catelyn confronts Lady Lannister and tells her that she will now be a Queen, and as a Queen she will need a Queensguard ala Queen Alysanne. She offers Brienne, who is willing to do this because Catelyn has ordered her to.
Lannister refuses. She's polite and respectful about it, but she doesn't want someone serving her who is more loyal to Catelyn.
Lady Lannister gives her Lannister-named children to Tywin as wards after the wedding. Jaime and Cersei are there, and it's clear Cersei isn't happy about this. She never like Lady Lannister as a half sister. She hates that her children get to inherit the Rock when it could fall to Joffrey or Tommen by birth order. Her kids are more Lannister than anyone anyway and they just don't get to claim it.
Tyrion asks to go with her to the North and live in Winterfell. Tywin agrees. He makes it a condition with Robb that both of his children in the North be considered advisors to the King.
Lady Lannister insists Tyrion stay in line. She needs a friend now more than ever, and he was there for her through everything when no one else was. Tyrion promises to change to help her, his only true friend.
Lady Lannister's personal guard is chosen to be the Mountain, at least for now. He will have to return to the West at some point but in the years Lannister is establishing the people's trust, Tywin wants the Mountain guarding her. This makes Cersei even more bitter that her protection was never given this priority.
Months pass in Winterfell with interspersed scenes of the men not trusting her, lords being rude to her when Robb isn't around, people generally trying to break her.
They never do. She never complains to anyone but Tyrion, not even Robb. She won't let him stop the lords bullying her because she doesn't want them to think they're winning.
Lord Umber is the first to break and begin to trust her. She saves one of his nephews lives with some quick thinking when he's lost on a trading run to Skagos. It's not that she's particularly proved herself as a Northwoman, but she IS a Lannister and owns one of the most fertile trading ports in Westeros, so she knows a lot about ships by virtue of being trained to be Lady of the Rock. Her knowledge saves the boy. Lord Umber falls, and the rest of the lords fall into line not long after.
Peace is shortlived. Nonexistent.
It's her children's first name day. Tywin is bringing them north to her to drop them off for a month's visit. The day they're supposed to arrive, no carriage appears.
The next day, she's panicking and is sending out scouts and ravens left and right.
Before she hears back, two riders, alone with no banners, appear on the horizon. She recognizes the horse at once and opens the doors of Winterfell despite Robb's protest.
It's Jaime and Podrick. With a child strapped to each of their chests and another on Jaime's back.
What ensues is a heartbreaking scene of family and loss. Jaime had left King's Landing with Joffrey's permission to come escort the children and visit her and Tyrion. Their carriage was set upon not far North of the Twins. A whole battalions worth had gone against their measley 40 men. Lady Lannister is clutching her children in her arms as Jaime tells the story.
Someone was trying to kill the babies. Jaime had slaughtered the mercenaries them at the expense of the rest of the guard. But he'd recognized a face in the crowd.
Gemma's son, a Lannister puppet and heir to the Twins, had been in the crowd of attackers.
Lady Lannister knows this can only mean one thing: Cersei.
Gemma would never plan this on her own, but Cersei was always her favorite.
Lady Lannister asks the most painful and obvious followup question: 'Where is he?'
Tywin was supposed to bring them.
Jaime reaches in a saddle bag and pulls out Tywin's red sash, marking him as the commander of the Lannister forces. It's stained in a darker red that is so clearly blood.
Lady Lannister slowly, calmly, hands one of her children over to Catelyn, Sansa, and Tyrion respectively. A sign of how far her relationship with the Stark family has come.
She takes the sash in her hand and looks over at Robb. Robb knows what she's asking. She's asking because they're soulmates. Not because they're married. She would never deign to put herself beneath a man, more his equal. Robb knows he can't take this moment from her even though he wants to hide her away in a tall tower and protect her; he knows she would never forgive him if he did. So he nods.
She tells a servant to fetch her other cloak.
She strips off the warm, practical, plain fur cloak she's been wrapped, so common with House Stark. And she lets it fall in the snow. She begins tying the bloody sash around her waist, ignoring the stains rubbing into her light blue dress.
She pulls off a pin from her dress that is a variation of the Hand of the King pin, and she bends down to pin it to Tyrion's coat.
She turns to the rest of the watching lords on Robb's counsel and tells them that it has been an honor to know them and that she hopes she will see them all someday soon.
Then the servant returns with her cloak. Her red Lannister, personal sigil of a roaring lioness. Robb puts it on her.
The Mountain arrives with their horses. He knows when he's needed.
Robb kisses her goodbye and promises to follow with what forces the North can spare. It won't be many in the wake of the last war, but he will do what he can for his soulmate.
As they ride off, Brienne turns to Lady Catelyn who tells her to go follow them, swear her sword to Lady Lannister as she was refused to do months before.
Lady Lannister rides to the Rock. Gemma has defected with the Twins, but the rest of the Riverlands are firmly Stark and therefore reluctantly Lady Lannister. Lady Lannister also categorically has Kevan and the rest of the West who are adamantly opposed to the murder of Tywin.
Jaime is reluctantly a member of her side. He cannot forgive Cersei trying to murder her own blood, and he will never forget that Lady Lannister is the one who saved him while Cersei did nothing to try to free him from Robb. He'll never forget which of his sister's cares and which one pretends to. It's hard to turn on Cersei but he keeps reminding himself of Tywin's death and of the men she sent to kill the babies and the fact he would've been collateral damage too.
Robb arrives with a couple thousand men, mostly from House Stark and Umber. Lord Umber has come as well cause he's grown to like the spitfire Lannister. It's nowhere near the force that's turned out enraged by Tywin's murder in the Westerlands, but it helps. (For all his faults, Tywin was a good and fair leader, an asshole, but he kept the money flowing and everyone prospered. He never lived in a way that made anyone think him a flippant lord, and he had respect from even commoners. So his death amasses a large soldier population even in the wake of war).
Lady Lannister has all of the West, chunks of the Riverlands, Robb's men, and some houses in the Crownlands mostly those who backed Stannis and now have an uncertain future.
Cersei has most of the Crownlands and all of the Stormlands, but Dorne and the Reach are holding out on her despite Oberyn and Olenna being in the city.
House Dayne, her mother's house, sends a letter of support to Lady Lannister. She asks them to talk to the Martells on her behalf. She knows they'll never back a Lannister, and she does not mind in the slightest. She just wants to ensure they don't back a Baratheon-in-name-only, who is also really a Lannister. House Dayne thinks that keeping Martells out of a Lannister vs. Lannister fight will be easy. They tell her to be careful though because something is brewing with Doran.
Before much of the war unfolds… Daenerys arrives on their shores, changing everything. The War of the Five Kings gives way to the War of the Three Queens.
Lady Lannister doesn't want the Iron Throne. She wouldn't mind it to be fair, she thinks she'd do the job, but what she really wants is revenge. And she's heard the rumors: dragons. It's not worth the fight.
She calls a conference with Daenerys. She doesn't want a repeat of the Field of Fire.
She agrees that, if House Stark and the North remain independent, the houses under her control bar House Stark and House Umber will all bend the knee. Including House Lannister, provided one of her children sits in House Lannister.
Daenerys is, as she was in the show, disinclined. Robb however is not Jon. And Lady Lannister is not Davos.
Things have gone slightly differently in Essos, and Barristan is there. He advises Daenerys to hear the Starks out. They are nothing if not people of their word, honorable to a fault. And anyone mated to a Stark at the very least has their people's best interest at heart.
Dany is reluctant and says why should she hear out a Lannister, sibling of Jaime who killed her father.
Lady Lannister says 'We are not our brother's sins.' pointedly about Viserys. And then adds that she thinks what Jaime did was right. Not honorable, but right. Those are two different things. He saved more lives than he took that day. 'If I was that mad, I would not fault Jaime, or Robb for that matter, for taking the power to murder innocents out of my hands.'
They're frank with Dany. She's got the power of a conqueror but not the heart. She wants what's best for the people, and the North is so different than the rest of Westeros that what is best for them is a Northern leader, a Stark. They're too different and too far way to be ruled effectively by anyone else.
Lady Lannister asks Daenerys if she wants a repeat of the Field of Fire. Because the North frowns on Bran for kneeling, and Robb won't subjugate his people after they've just won their independence. She will have to be a Mad Queen and burn them all alive. They would sooner die. Not because Daenerys doesn't deserve respect but because she isn't a Stark.
Daenerys asks if this is when Lady Lannister tries to proffer one of her children or Robb's siblings to be her new husband.
Lady Lannister spits out that her children are not for sale like broodmares. That they will marry their soulmates or marry for love. They will not be forced upon like I was, like Robb almost was.
She's never talked about it with Robb, and he's surprised but pleased and happily agrees with this statement.
Daenerys is impressed and more willing to hear them out. They talk for a long time about the North, why and how it is ruled by Starks.
Lady Lannister asks Dany's forgiveness but says that it seems like Dany is fundamentally lacking an understanding of the regions of Westeros. It is her throne by birth, but she has never lived among its' people. She calls this her home, but it isn't really. What she needs are allies who understand Westeros, not enemies. She wants to rule the people, not beat and burn them into submission.
Dany introduces them to her dragons. They're both mildly terrified, but Robb and Lady Lannister hide it well. Dany is somewhat impressed by this as well. She tells them they'll talk more later.
Dany comes back after much consult and asks one question. What of the usurper Cersei.
Lady Lannister asks that she get to spill Cersei's blood. 'Whether you think my father deserved what came to him or not, Cersei only killed him on her path to murder my three babies. Rumors tell me you might relate to a sibling trying to kill your child.'
Seeing themselves in each other, Lady Lannsiter and Dany agree to terms. The North and only the north, not the Vale or the Riverlands, will gain independence, provided all of their army fights for her as well. She will also consent to leaving Lady Lannister's children as heirs to the Rock, and to sparring Marcella at least, Tommen if they can as well though he'd be sent to the Wall (for Jaime's sake).
Jaime, who was with the army, is put on trial for his 'crimes'. Dany promises the worst sentence will be the Wall, not death. Jaime explains himself. Dany isn't sure she believes him. Jaime asks for a trial by combat. It's Barristan v. Jaime. It's a throwdown of the Kingsguard, but Jaime wins and spares Barristan in the process.
A Stark, a Lannister, and a Targaryen, in the weirdest combination of allies, march on King's Landing.
Queue a scene of Jaime and Dany having a heart-to-heart about her father, the man Viserys pretended he was and the man he really was. Barristan backs up Jaime's side of the story, and it occurs to Dany that both Jaime was right for what he did and that Barristan may have been in the wrong for just sitting back and watching it happen. It's a moment of trust she didn't expect to have with Jaime of all people.
Cersei dies, killed by Jaime for what she's done. Joffrey is killed in the rush. Tommen and Marcella both survive and are shipped off North to the Starks. A smattering of other casualties including Barristan and Lord Umber, who Lady Lannister genuinely mourns.
In the aftermath, Dany is queen. She asks Jaime to stay on, as head of her Queensguard. She tells him that if he ever sees her father in her he has her permission to do what is right, not what is honorable. Those are the men she wants to surround herself with.
Brienne also stays on. Initially as an ally with the North's interest at heart when things are going on between North and South but then permanently as a Queensguard.
With the threat eliminated, Robb and Lady Lannister return to Winterfell. Lady Lannister manages too much of the Rock's affairs without Tywin gone to see to Winterfell's, and Tyrion did such a great job that he just stays on as Hand to Robb.
With Brienne there as liaison, Lady Lannister persuades Catelyn to send Arya and Sansa back South. Catelyn doesn't know Arya will train with Brienne in secret, and Brienne doesn't know Catelyn doesn't want her to.
Sansa finds her soulmate in Podrick Payne who escorts them back South.
Arya will never find hers, and she is content with that. She has too much of her own life to live to spend it searching for someone else. She has faith the old gods will show them to her in the afterlife.
And when the White Walkers arrive they find a united front of north and south working well together.
Dany finds Jon and finds out his parents. They aren't romantic (cause incest is gross.) but she does name him her heir. He doesn't really want it, but also the White Walkers are gone, and he's not particularly interested in what he's come to realize the Night's Watch is when it's not under threat. He agrees on stipulation that Samwell is also relieved of his vows, as he always wanted to go become a Maester.
Queue cutesy epilogue where all is finally well in Westeros. And Robb is actually a great step dad, but they also are having a kid together.
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okay but, i don’t think we’ve seen peter as angry as he was when he was fighting goblin
like i felt peter’s rage. it was all over his face and his stance and it was just spewing out of him. and also it was the fact that peter wasn't even using his webs- he was just giving everything he had on him with his fists and body and i really thought peter was going to kill him before tobey’s peter stopped him
tom did such a great job during that scene
#he did such a great job overall though llike damn#don't even get me started when he was talking about may's death#man i almost cried#i would've if there wasn't a kid next to me who complained about how he needed to shit during it#nwh spoilers#spiderman nwh#nwh#peter parker#spiderman#star over here
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introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii
ch. lxxxi - < 33
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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?
San and Wooyoung fought for a solid 3 minutes over who gets to have you on their laps before you smack them both and pulled a chair in between them.
So there you three were, out of class and straight into a PC bang. You admit that when San told you he was kidnapping you to go on a date you didn't expect him to have brought you to play computer games. But then Wooyoung crashed in and challenged San.
Literally.
You and San were both walking hand-in-hand towards the university's gate and suddenly Wooyoung came barrelling in like a wild block of cheese rolling down Cooper's Hill.
But you didn't mind. Not when you know how both of them together would mean more chaos and it's just more entertaining.
"Sannie," you called out to him, tugging on his sleeve. He momentarily averted his attention from the screen to you. "Yes, baby?" he smiled at you before focusing back on the screen. You pursed your lips at him, pouting whilst giving him your best puppy eyes, "I'm thirsty,"
San's eyebrows furrowed, "didn't you bought a venti sized latte before we came here?" he asked, sure that you had gotten the largest size of beverage before going to the PC Bang. You wrap your arms around his closest forearm as you rested your head on his shoulder, "Wooyoungie drank like three-fourth of it," you complained, glaring at your other boyfriend who smirked at the mention of his name.
"Sharing is caring, you know?" he defended himself. You scoffed and kicked his leg, "you should've gotten your own," you muttered at him.
Wooyoung giggled but slid his chair backwards, "okay, fine, we'll get you something to drink now," Wooyoung said, getting up and pulled San up and out of your grasp.
San whined in protest at the sudden intrusion of his gaming time, saying it was Wooyoung's fault and he didn't do anything. He immediately shut up though when Wooyoung mentioned that he saw the kid who had been beating his ass in the game near the cashier.
You could only chuckle at them both, staring dreamily whilst a warm, fluttering feeling bloomed in your stomach.
"Hey," a voice called behind you.
You looked back and you internally swallowed the lump that appeared in your throat.
There were two girls standing behind you, smirk adorning their faces. You recognize them as your batch's biggest pick me up girls and gossips, people would either go to them to get tea or they'd avoid them at all cost like the plague. You had a couple of classes with them the previous semester and you had one with them in the current semester. Seeing that they were from communications, you were quite glad. But due to the current inevitable truth spilt, you had just been actively avoiding them.
Awkwardly, you smiled at them both, hoping that they were just coming by to say hello. Sadly, there's a 99.9% chance of that not happening.
"Hi," you answered back to them.
"Funny meeting you here, never pegged you to be a gamer," one of them spoke out.
It was irritatingly creepy how they made each other look so similar. The outfits, the hairstyle and colour, the nails? Are they purposefully TRYING to look like twins?
You let out an awkward chuckle at them, "Not really, I didn't come here alone," you said, not really wanting to tell them who you came with, " I didn't know you both like to go to PC Bangs too," you added.
Both of them nodded their heads towards the direction of 5 guys, pushing one another as their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. "We don't go here on our own accords, we're here with the boys," one of them said.
Suddenly, the other one stepped forward and leaned in close to your face, making you slightly uncomfortable, "But I'm not surprised that you're here playing, though," she said.
At that, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.
"How do you mean?" You asked.
Realizing you just caught her bait, she smirked wider. Her hand reached forward to pat you twice on the head, "I mean you're such a player, bet you like playing games, right? Or you perhaps like to hang around here, looking to rope in more boys into your STD dungeon?"
What she said wasn't even clever, yet they were both cackling as if they had just roasted Albert Einstein. That pissed you off more than the fact that they had just practically called you a whore.
Your jaw clenched tight when they didn't stop their laughter. You tried to hold it in, not wanting to have an outburst in a public space occupied mostly by people from your campus. But by God, shoving a CPU in their mouths seemed like a good idea.
Not being able to stand their laughter anymore, you push yourself up to stand before them. Their laughter died down slightly, noticing how your eyes burn with intensity, as if ready to pounce at them.
"Funny you should say that when that's what you're both doing," you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked. "An Australopithecus would've understood what I meant quicker than these airheads," you muttered under your breath before continuing, "What was the point of coming up to me here anyways? Trying to prove that you're better than me by telling me that my relationship is a sham? You know what's a sham? Your hair colour, nose, lips, double eyelid, chin, and pretty sure if a door slam to your bodies, your boobs will pop like a fucking water balloon," you spoke in one breath.
Maybe it was the accumulated stress from having to deal with the judge-y shitheads in your class and literally everywhere around campus, or maybe it's just you wanting to channel your anger at something. Before you know it, you took menacing steps to them, cornering both girls against the table behind them.
You jab a finger at one of their chests, "You both act like you're the saints of the campus when fact is at least three fourth of us don't give even a tenth of a fuck for you both so you went on chasing, hanging out with boys because what was it that you said? Befriending girls is too much? We're too much drama? If so, then what are you both? You created at least 87% of the drama that you have ever been into. Did those boys even wanted you two around or did you two just latch onto them like fucking leeches? Call me a whore, call me a slut or whatever 'clever' thing you can come up with, but at least the people I'm with genuinely wants me and I didn't even have to throw myself at them like you two did. I still have my pride and dignity," You spat out at them.
Their eyes widened at your outburst. It was clear that they hadn't taken into account that there was a chance that you'd retaliate like that.
"Fucking parasites," you muttered as you turned your back on them and walked off to the bathroom to calm yourself down a bit, leaving the two girls flabbergasted with people, including their so-called guy friends, laughing and snickering at them.
As you were about to enter the bathroom, you felt hands pushing you inside and bodies piling inside the bathroom. When the sound of door locking was heard, you almost panicked, thinking that this might be a public attack that you'd hear on the news.
But you were so glad when you turned around and see your boyfriends. You let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down slightly before moving to smack their arms for scaring the shit out of you.
"What the fuck do you-" your protests were cut short when Wooyoung lunged to connect his lips with yours. You let out a squeal at the impact of his body paired with the impact of the sink behind you.
San moved himself behind you, hands clutching onto the edges of your skirt tightly, bunching them up to reveal your panties to the cold air of the bathroom.
"We heard your little outburst outside," San said as his lips latched onto the side of your neck. You let out a muffled 'what?' at him. Wooyoung's lips were preventing you from speaking much as his hands began to prevent you from thinking straight. The way they had magically manoeuvred themselves into your shirt and bra made your knees weak.
"Yeah, we heard everything. Woo had to hold me back from interfering to which I'm glad he did," he groaned loudly next to your ear as his hands move, they wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, "because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have seen this side of you and it's so damn sexy," he growled. You could feel him bucking his hips onto your ass and even with his jeans, you could feel how hard he was. It was a good thing that San was holding onto you so tightly or else you would've slumped so hard onto the floor.
Without any warning, San slipped a hand into your skirt and tugged your panties down to your knees. Before even fully comprehending the situation, both San and Wooyoung hand worked on their pants, relieving their hard cocks from their confines. Their lips must've been magic because you could've sworn that you didn't realize anything until you felt them pressing themselves to your entrance.
The tip of San's cock prodded against your back hole first, as if asking for permission. You moaned at the feeling, letting go of Wooyoung's lips to throw your head back against San's shoulder. San took it as a sign from you to continue. He slowly pushed himself in. With the lack of lubricant, you felt its slight sting.
Wooyoug noticed how you winced at the feeling of San entering your ass. Though the latter tried to distract you by peppering kisses up and down the side of your neck, it proved to not be enough. So Wooyoung reconnected both of your lips as he snuck a hand down to play with your clit.
You squirmed in both of their holds. The slight foreign discomfort combined with the pleasure Wooyoung's fingers gave you elicit a rather new feeling.
It didn't take long for San to be fully nestled in you. Though it would've been wise to get used to him first, you could see how Wooyoung eyed his fingers, wanting nothing more than to slip himself in you.
Chuckling slightly, you took ahold of his working hand, "Woo, I need you in me now," you told him. He looked at you with eyes slightly wide, "You sure? Don't you wanna take a bit more time?" he asked. It was honestly adorable how concerned he was about you even in such an intimate position.
Not saying anything, you pulled him closer to you by his shirt, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two best friends.
"When it comes to any one of you, I can't wait anymore," you said, teeth tugging against his earlobe.
At that, Wooyoung exhaled shakily. You got what you wanted when he suddenly lifted your left leg up to his waist and began entering you slowly.
With one side already filled, you felt extremely full. It wasn't too much for you, but it sure does make you felt like you were about to burst.
"M-move," you told them both as your hands clenched onto Wooyoung's shirt.
They both started at a slow pace, trying to establish a rhythm to make sure that you felt as good as they were feeling. The last thing they wanted was for you to feel like something that they'd use to just merely get off.
The initial foreign feeling changed to pleasure quickly. When you felt both men fell into stable rhythms, you began moaning in pleasure. Their cocks were rubbing and prodding all the right places.
"God, I think I can feel San inside you, babe," Wooyoung groaned.
You unconsciously clenched hard at Wooyoung's words.
San took notice immediately. One of his eyebrows raised in surprise at the newfound information.
"Little slut here likes to be filled to the brim, doesn't she?" he chuckled darkly. One of his hands moved to wrap itself around on your neck. The slight pressure he put on it felt amazing when combined with the feeling both of them provided with their cocks.
Wooyoung's lips planted themselves onto your chest as he pulled your shirt lower. His teeth tugged at your skin, to which you were sure he wanted to leave marks on you.
"Can't answer us when you have two cocks in you huh, babe?" Wooyoung taunted, purposefully biting your nipple through your bra, making you gasp loudly.
Their speed increased significantly. You felt both of their hips hitting you in turns, their cocks also taking turns in filling you. When one slip out, the other slipped in. You were never left empty.
Your high was approaching quicker than anyone could expect. Between the work they did with their lips and their cocks stuffing you, you were actually surprised that you hadn't come any quicker.
"F-fuck I-I-I-" You stuttered out. You couldn't even finish your sentence as you suddenly came hard on them. Your thighs quivered and you clenched them hard to the point that they groaned at how tight you were being.
With your climax accomplished, the two became focused on chasing their own.
"F-first one to cum pays for today's gaming session," Wooyoung said, smirking to San as if he was taunting him.
Through the overstimulation, you managed to smack Wooyoung's shoulder. Albeit weakly. "A-are you- Ah! Are you seriously m-m-maki-ng bets in t-the middle of f-fucking?" you glared at him.
Your question was left unanswered as he only grinned deviilishly.
Feeling sneaky, you immediately slip your hands under his shirt to tweak at his nipples. During your times with him, you found out how his nipples became sensitive when he's about to cum and usually it wouldn't take much for him to cum when you play with his nipples.
His jaw hung open at the sudden feeling. His thrusts became sloppier. After one, two more tugs, you felt him unloading himself inside you. His hips lock in place and his cock twitched inside you. His warm load filling you, making you whine at the feeling.
San chuckled from behind you, "thanks baby," he said, pecking you softly on your cheek, making you giggle. "But now I need to cum in your pussy too,"
Before you could even prepare yourself, he had pulled out of you abruptly. He pushed Wooyoung out of your pussy so that he could bend you over the sink.
"I'm sorry baby, but I really need to cum," he said quickly before plunging himself into your pussy. You let out a yelp as your hands anchored yourself by the edges of the sink.
San drilled into you at an animalistic pace. You looked up the mirror to see San's eyes shut close, eyebrows furrowing as his hips snap harshly against your ass.
Wooyoung's cum made it easier for him to move in and out of you. He even slipped out a couple of times.
You helped him chase his high by clenching your pussy around him. Soon enough, you felt a second load painting your walls. San's cum mixing with yours and Wooyoungs's.
The mixture leaked from your hole down to your thighs and even trickled down onto the floor. Some were caught by your panties but a lot of them fell to the floor, especially when San finally pulled out of you.
The three of you stood silently in the bathroom, trying to catch your breaths after the impromptu bathroom session.
San was the first one to catch his breath. He stuffed himself back into his pants and fixed his clothes. "I'll help (Y/N) clean herself up, you go and pay so we can get out," he said as he began to pull some tissues from the dispenser.
In the midst of fixing his own clothes, Wooyoung paused as he furrowed his eyebrows at San, "Why me?" he asked. San rolled his eyes at the question, "Because you said whoever came first had to pay and you did," he said as he leaned down to wipe the dripping cum from your pussy.
Wooyoung whined at that, "Not fair! (Y/N) made me cum! That shouldn't have counted!" You giggled at his accusation, "I mean, you shouldn't have made a bet when you're having sex with your girlfriend, but..." you trailed off.
Feeling defeated, Wooyoung groaned and pout, "Fine, I'll pay. But I better get a ton of kisses in return," he grumbled as he pointed at you.
You only rolled your eyes at him whilst wiggling your hips to help San put your panties back on.
"As if I don't already give you a lot,"
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AITA for demanding my husband to pay back the $6,000 dollars he spent on Golf Clubs?
I'm a nurse and have been working more hours for the past 6 months to be able to save money to fix the ceiling in our house. I've saved up to 8,000 in my account and since my husband hasn't worked since 2020, I'm trying to balance rent and utilities payments.
My husband is a golf enthusiast, and so are his friends. only difference is that all his friends are well off and they can afford expensive golfing gear and trips. They mentioned wanting to go on a golfing trip next week and invited my husband but he initially refused. though, he really wanted to go but complained about how his friends bought fancy golfing gear while all he has is old gear. He asked if I could "lend" him $6,000 dollars so he could buy a set of golfing clubs but I refused because $6,000 for a set of clubs is crazy expensive, especially for someone who doesn't work. he got upset and accused me of holding his employment over his head when he couldn't help it.
Anyway, I thought we were over this argument but I had discovered that he had pulled the $6,000 dollars out of my account and purchased the set behind my back. I went home and exploded on him. He swore he'd return the money once he gets back from his trip but, I told him he had no right to take the money and spend it on a set of clubs while the ceiling needs fixing. he said the ceiling doesn't require $6,000 dollars either but the kids room was affected too. I demanded that he return the set or pay me the 6,000 right there and then. He told me I was being unfair to him and that he's feeling stuck because his friends can afford to buy whatever, while he's being yelled at for wanting something for himself for once. I told him to get a job and buy himself whatever, he tried to tell me he'll pay me when he finds a job which is AFTER he gets back from his trip but I refused.
He kept begging me to let him just go on the trip and "we'll" figure it out later but I said no. if it wasn't for something as important as the ceiling, I would've maybe waited but he's saying I'm abusive and controlling of his life.
edit -- first of all I'm getting too many comments I'm too overwhelmed to respond. people that are suggesting I return the clubs myself, I cam't because he never brought them to the house, I've never seen them and I don't know where he's hiding them. I suspect his brother's house but I'm on really bad terms with him and can't go to his house. So the argument now is just him pushing to get me to stay quiet til he gets back from the trip but I'm putting my foot down and refusing.
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