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The Preacher’s Daughter // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

A/N: This is mine and @stilinski-jpeg ‘s first series together and I’m so fucking excited for y’all to see what we have planned. Love you Nia and thank you for being my best friend. 

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Oral (Male on Female), Sinning, Underage Drinking, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,176

Song: Shape of You by Ed Sheeran

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked, my nervous voice ringing with the sound of my heels clicking against the pavement.

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“3 Weeks”

requested // yes

requests are open // request here

AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.


“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

[ You find out Jax has been cheating on you ]

Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. 

Jax reached a hand towards you. “Babe - “ 

You pointed a finger at Jax, cutting his words off completely. Your eyes flamed with rage. “Don’t.”

Jax let out a loud sigh. He knew he had messed up this time. “Can you at least talk to me?” 

You swallowed hard and ran your tongue over your teeth as you contemplated what you would even say to him. Things had been tense with Jax lately, especially with all the shit going on with the club. But Jax had a crossed a line. When things hadn’t been going so great with you, Jax had sought comfort in the arms of another woman. You didn’t know her name, but you had seen her around. She was a new croweater, and she was all too happy to crawl into bed with your old man. Jax had been seeing her for weeks, apparently, and you had no idea until tonight. You had walked into Jax’s room at the clubhouse twenty minutes earlier, thinking you would apologize for all the fighting that had happened between the two of you lately. You wanted to make things right between you and your old man again, and you knew the first step was an apology. But all that sincerity bullshit blew out the window the second you opened the door to see him on top of that skinny bitch. In a moment of rage, you knocked everything off the top of his dresser, then you turned on your heel, slammed the door, and stomped away. Jax had pulled on his jeans and followed you down the hallway, begging you to stop. Now here you were, in the middle of the clubhouse having an all out screaming match.

“What do you want me to say, Jax?” you shouted. You threw your hands up in the air, exasperated beyond belief. “You’re sleeping with another woman!”

Jax opened his mouth to say something, but he knew there was nothing he could say or do that would fix things. So he closed his mouth and just let you yell at him.

“I mean, what the fuck, Jax?” you shook your head. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening. You noticed a few beer bottles scattered on top of the bar, and you considered lobbing a few at Jax’s stupid head. “We’ve been together too long for you to be pulling this shit!” You stared at the empty bottles for a moment, then you turned back to him. “How long has this been going on?” 

“Y/N, I don’t - “ 

“Tell me, Jax,” you demanded. “Was it a one-time thing? Have you been screwing around with her for months? What?”

Jax sighed. “Y/N, don’t.”

“Answer the question.”

Jax’s jaw tightened. “It’s happened more than once.” 

You felt your eyes stinging as the words echoed in your head. You clenched your jaw and looked into Jax’s blue eyes, both of you unable to speak. You threw your hands up and shrugged. “I’m done.” 


“You look like shit.”

You glanced up to see Gemma staring at you, a look of total amusement on her face. 

“Good morning to you too, Gemma,” you sighed. You had hoped you could sneak into the house you had shared with Jax and grab the rest of your things without it turning into some dramatic show, but it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Not with Gemma around.

Gemma had no idea you and Jax had split yet. It had been a few days now, and she was still in the dark about what had happened. Gemma loved you, and she especially loved that you were Jax’s old lady. You knew she was going to lose her shit when she found out you had broken up. She’d be even more pissed when she found out why.

“What’s wrong with you, baby?” Gemma asked, her face growing serious as soon as she realized you weren’t in your usual happy mood. She glanced to the living room, her eyes narrowing as she looked over the stack of boxes and bags haphazardly scattered about.

Jax had been calling and texting you for the last two days, ever since the night you found him in bed with another woman. You hadn’t answered a single call or responded to a single text. You didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. You were angry, and you were hurt. You didn’t care if you ever laid eyes on Jax Teller again. In fact, you were pretty sure you would be better off if you didn’t. There was nothing he could say that would change that. 

“Nothing, Gem,” you answered, setting your purse down on the kitchen table. You didn’t want to have this conversation with Gemma.

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” She took a seat at the table. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, “I’m just tired.”

She glanced towards the living room again. “You heard from Jax lately? He won’t pick up his phone.”

You sighed. It was already clear Jax hadn’t told Gemma what was going on, and it was becoming clear that he had no plans to. You knew you were going to have to tell her the truth, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were like a daughter to Gemma. She had even been hinting at you and Jax getting married soon. She would be pissed with Jax as soon as she found out the truth.

“I haven’t talked to Jax,” you responded, not looking at Gemma. “I’m sure he’s fine.” At that moment, your phone lit up. Jax was calling. You hit ignore.

Gemma narrowed her eyes and stared at you. “Something you wanna tell me?”

“Gemma – “

“Tell me.”

You could tell Gemma wasn’t going to let this go until you told her the truth. 

“Jax and I broke up, Gem,” you finally admitted. “A few days ago.”


You shrugged. “I thought he’d have told you by now.” 

She stood, saying nothing more. She stomped her leather boot clad feet out of the kitchen and towards the front door.  


You pulled into the TM lot, wondering to yourself if this was a good idea. Gemma had stormed away from the house so fast, you were sure she was on her way to kill Jax. While you knew he kind of deserved it, you figured you should probably stop her from doing too much damage before it was too late. 

You entered the clubhouse to see it relatively empty. You turned to see Chibs standing off to your right. He had witnessed the demise of your relationship a few days earlier, and he knew what you were going through. “Hey, love,” he greeted. He walked towards you and threw an arm around your shoulders in a friendly hug. “It’s good to see you again.”

You smiled weakly and nodded your head. “Have you seen Gemma?” 

Before Chibs had time to answer, Gemma’s voice echoed from the main office. She stomped her way through the clubhouse, bypassing you completely and heading straight for Jax’s room. You sucked in a deep breath and looked back at Chibs with a sarcastic smile. “Found her.”

You hurriedly followed Gemma down the hallway. You had arrived just in time to keep her from totally murdering Jax. She snatched open the door to Jax’s room. Jax was sitting on his bed, lacing up his shoes.

“Hey, ma,” he smiled. Then he saw you behind Gemma. He stood up quickly. “Hey, babe, I’ve been trying to call you all – “

“Don’t call me babe,” you groaned. 

“What the hell, Jackson?” Gemma demanded. Jax’s face fell. “What’d you do to her?”

“Mom, this is really none of your business,” Jax insisted, stepping towards Gemma. You watched from the hallway. You had to admit, it was getting interesting.

“The hell it is!” Gemma retorted, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”

“Mom – “ 

You decided you had heard enough of the conversation. You walked away from Jax’s room and listened to their voices trail off as they continued to argue.


“Hey, babe.” 

You turned to see Jax standing behind you. You had stopped by the clubhouse to grab what was left of your belongings from Jax’s room. You were sure this would be the last time you would every set foot in there, and you were determined to do it without running into Jax. He and some of the other guys were supposed to be on a run, but it seemed it had been cut short. 

“Can we talk?” he asked, his voice quiet and unsure. He sounded tired, and he looked even worse. His hair was greasy as it hung in his face. His blue eyes looked sad. He had been beating himself up for the past two weeks over what he had done to you. He couldn’t remember now why he had ever started this thing with the croweater. It was toxic from the beginning. He already knew that before he ever let her into his bed. He ended everything with her the night you had caught them together. At the time, he had been in his own world, oblivious to the pain he was causing you. That night woke him up. It wasn’t an excuse, but it was all he had.

“What do you want, Jax?” you sighed. “I’m kind of busy.”

“I made a mistake,” Jax stated. He sounded broken.

You said nothing, turning your eyes back to packing the box in front of you.

He took another step closer to you. “Y/N – “

“Jax, just go.”

“Please – “


He turned and walked out of the room, head low and eyes to the ground. He realized he had messed up, and now he was grasping at any attempt he could think of to fix things.

Gemma approached Jax as he walked into the front of the clubhouse. He looked up at her, his blue eyes heavy.

“Won’t talk to you, huh?”

Jax sighed. “No.” He looked at the floor for a few seconds. “I messed up, ma.”

“I know, baby,” Gemma told him matter-of-factly.

Jax rubbed his hand down his face and let out a deep, shaking breath. “What did I do?”

“You lost the best thing that ever happened to you,” Gemma responded, giving Jax an all-knowing look. “Now what are you gonna do about it?”

Jax looked down at his feet. “I gotta get her back.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know how.”

“You’ll figure something out, baby.” Gemma told him, placing a finger under his chin and smiling. “You always do.”

Bring Your Kid to Work Day

Request: @amariemelody Lillian, dear! May I request fic: Tony falls for a single mom, middle-class reporter who’s interviewing him? She even has to bring her daughter w/her to the interview that day b/c all babysitting options were out that day, teehee!!!

You never thought in a million years that you’d be the one doing this story. Sure, it was your idea, and it was your story, you just never thought you’d be able to do it. Tony Stark was the best man to do a story of any kind on. If you wanted millions of people to read your article you put Tony Stark’s name on it. If you wanted national acclaim, you interviewed Tony Stark. Lots of people did those shallow interviews about his favorite color, what his ideal lady of the night looked like, or what brand of underwear he preferred. However, you wanted something deeper, more pertinent to the evolving world around you. You wanted to know more about Tony Stark’s vision for the world of tomorrow. In all of his interviews, you were sure he was always dying to say more about his latest advances in clean energy instead of the scoop on his most recent one night stand. When you wrote to him, summarizing  the intentions of your story you focused on that, on the hunger to learn about his ideal future. You expected your email to get lost in the sea of other emails that Tony Stark receives but within the week you had a response that was signed off by TonyStark- now you doubted Mr. Stark answered the email himself, but it was still a big deal- giving you a time and place to meet for your interview. He’d granted you two and a half hours of his time to pick his brain. All of this great luck and now on the day of the interview your babysitter had strep and couldn’t watch your daughter.

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lorelaiglmore  asked:

if ur still taking prompts, for pynch: the first time either or both drop a love confession?? love ur writing!!

thank you so much I love yours too! <3 

I love this prompt because it can be written so many different ways, the possibilities are endless. like, if I sat down to write it another day we’d probably end up with an entirely different fic. as it is, I wrote it today and this is what I came up with :) (read on ao3 if you prefer)

(also I only have one more prompt to write after this one so if anyone’s interested feel free to send me more! I’m using them as an exercise to try and write quickly)


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anonymous asked:

I love alternate meets canon stories to! Can you do something else with this maybe? one of them switching to a world where they're in love and the other one thinking it's their boyfriend and being all confused about it? (Sterek of course)

OHGOD anon you shouldn’t have done that. You’ve given me the excuse to write something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now.


“Oh, thank God” is the first thing Derek hears when he steps into the Stilinski house.

Scott’s trying to catch his eye – the only information Derek had gotten in his text was approximately “something wrong with Stiles. Go with it ‘til we know more” – but whatever he’s trying to communicate with his wildly arching eyebrows isn’t enough. Derek’s completely unprepared for the way Stiles pushes past Scott and Lydia, sets a hand on Derek’s hip, and leans in like he’s going to kiss him.

Which… what?

Derek jerks back, huffing sharply, expecting to be confronted with a smirk, a joke. Even if this doesn’t carry the flavor of Stiles’ usual humor, it would make far more sense than any alternative.

Because something wrong with Stiles doesn’t nearly cover the concept of Stiles suddenly deciding it’s a good idea to stick his tongue down Derek’s throat.

But Stiles doesn’t smirk, doesn’t tease. No, Stiles pauses, still too close in Derek’s space, and winces like the reaction stings. But then he glances over at the others, grimacing and nodding.

“I know, I don’t know what they’re doing here. At first I thought it was a little Argent emissary thing, but he just keeps asking if I’m ok.” He turns, rolling his eyes, arm sliding to loop around Derek’s waist. It’s all Derek can do not to jump again or swat the hand away. Go with it ‘til we know more. “Like I haven’t told him a thousand times that I’m beyond good here with you.”

Scott’s searching Derek’s face like he’s trying to find an answer there, but Derek’s just as lost as Scott seems to be. Stiles goes on, oblivious, while they frown at each other across the room.

“And now that you can see, yet again, that I’m fine, how about you get the hell out? It still kind of sucks to look at you.”

Scott looks wounded and Stiles just looks down, face carefully blank.

Derek’s head is spinning, his skin tingling where Stiles’ arm grips him. The heat of a warm body radiating against his side is a foreign presence, strange and soothing and decidedly uncomfortable.

Any number of things could be causing Stiles to act like this – from an average concussion to a curse – but whatever the cause, Scott was right in his text. Upsetting Stiles before they know what they’re dealing with would be a bad idea.

The silence has gone on too long. Stiles is shifting against, him, snapping: “I’m serious, Scott. Spit out whatever platitudes Argent sent you to say and get out.”

Argent again.

Derek’s at a loss, and Scott just gapes helplessly. It’s Lydia who finally speaks up, piecing together the perfect amount of vague and honest as she answers: “Stiles, it’s ok. We’re… we’re all working together on something right now.”

Stiles barely reacts, paying her less attention than Derek thought he was capable of. Lydia winces before straightening her shoulders, a small hurt vanishing behind a long-perfected mask. She shoots Derek a significant look. Apparently he’s the only one Stiles will listen to right now.

His head’s still spinning. He clears his throat.

“Right, we are,” is all he can manage, a little gruff in his too-tight throat. Stiles stiffens, looking startled and angry, but not doubtful.

“Seriously? You and them?”

“Yeah.” Derek wishes it had been Lydia that Stiles was cursed to listen to. He has no idea at all how to handle this. “We have a… common interest for the time being.” Stiles is still frowning, and Derek drags his gaze back to Scott. He can’t keep playing this game blind. “Actually, I need to talk to Scott alone for a minute.”

Stiles goes quiet, and when Derek looks over he finds amber eyes narrowed on him softly, searchingly.

“Ok,” Stiles finally breathes, in a way that’s far too intimate for such a small word, that carries layers of respect and trust and fondness that Derek wants to shy away from, that he doesn’t deserve, hasn’t earned. Derek has never known that a gaze could say so much, but Stiles’ eyes are expressing whole soliloquies of “I trust you, I know you’re doing this for a good reason, and I believe that you’ll tell me when I need to know.” It’s so far outside anything Stiles has ever shown him that Derek feels himself getting lost in the expression.

He’s pulled out of it when Stiles’ hand brushes his cheek, has barely enough time to brace himself before Stiles is kissing him, slow and soft. He fights the urge to pull away (don’t upset him, play along, don’t do anything that might damage him further) and there are feelings squirming inside him suddenly, urging Derek to shrink from the contact, to melt into it.

It’s a simple kiss, not at all like a first kiss, as if Stiles and he have been doing this every day for ages and will keep doing it every day for a long time yet.

When Stiles draws back, Derek’s feeling heavy-lidded, chest tight, strangely breathless. Stiles smiles and brushes a finger over Derek’s lip.

“Alright, Big Bad Wolf. Go have your secret summit. I’ll be waiting.”


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Just a Friend pt 1

louve-noir: Hi! First of all….I LOVE sites like yours. We as black women are underrepresented in fanfiction. May I have a Steve x reader? I would like the reader to work at the Avengers tower with Tony. She and Steve are really good friends and she tries to help him with Sharon but really she likes him. Can Bucky realize she likes Steve & tries to help the reader tell me.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Buck, this for sure shouldn’t rust. Sorry that dumbass over there decided to make your arm out of iron.” I say glaring at Tony who was busying himself by improving one of his suits.

“Well he shouldn’t of killed my parents huh?” Tony says, not even looking away from his work.

There was silence as Bucky’s face hardened and I didn’t know how to respond.

Instead I tapped him on the knee, “You’re all good Buck. I’ll see you later for beers with the guys at 8.”

He silently nodded, giving me a small smile before leaving the lab.

“Tony I’m done with the modifications for Peter’s suit. So I’m gonna go ahead and head out. Don’t forget to sleep at least five hours and to eat dinner.” I tell him, packing up my things.

“Alright, mom.” He says sarcastically with a salut and I nod with a smile.

I then make my way home quickly in order to freshen up before meeting Sam, Bucky and Steve for our weekly beer and pizza night at our favorite pub.

Once home, I take a quick shower and try to do something with my type 4c hair before giving up and letting it do what it wants.

“What to wear? What to wear?” I say to my cat, Dima.

Dima just looks up at me with his jade green eyes while I continue to look through my drawers for something to wear.

“Well I don’t want to wear something too casual since I’m already thought of as one of the guys. But I don’t want to look like I’m putting in too much of an effort. Even though I do want to impress Steve.” I say to the black cat that continues to look at me bored.

In the end, I decide to wear a black body con dress with a red flannel tied around my waist and my adidas superstars. Then I finish the look with some mascara and red lipstick that matched my flannel. This wasn’t that dressed up…at least it wasn’t for me.

Seeing that it was already 7:50, I go ahead and call an uber.


Once I arrive to the pub, I see the three men sitting at a table in the corner. It was pretty hard not to miss the two super soldiers and the almost equally muscular Sam. A seat beside Steve was conveniently left empty for me.

“There she is!” Sam says, getting up to give me a side hug.

“Hey! What’s up?” I hug him back, before hugging Bucky and Steve and taking a seat.

God Steve smelled incredible as always. Honestly I was surprised that I was into Steve. He was different from what I usually went for—the bad boy type like Bucky, or the fashionable and street kind. But it didn’t really matter because it was obvious that he was way too into Sharon to notice me and besides, I’m not one to chase. Not to mention, he only thought of me as one of his good friends.

“You look great, what’s the occasion?” Bucky asks with a knowing smirk.

He was able to catch onto my crush on Steve although his best friend couldn’t.

“Boy, what you mean? I always look good.” I say flipping my hair for extra effect while Steve and Sam laugh.

Steve then pushes me a glass of dark liquid.

“Whiskey and Coke?” I ask excitedly.

“Of course, doll. And with an extra shot of whiskey. You’re the only girl I know that can handle this much whiskey.” He looks over at me with his piercing blue eyes.

“Well it comes with being a southern girl.” I say, emphasizing my south southern accent.

Sam then coughs, breaking Steve and I from our conversation.

“So you never finished telling us about your awkward encounter with Sharon.” Sam says with a slight laugh.

My face falls ever so slightly, but it isn’t missed by Bucky.

“It wasn’t awkward. I just don’t know what to say after we—“ Steve trails off.

“Kissed?” Sam finishes, not noticing that I didn’t really want to hear this conversation.

“I mean what do you say or do after that? Buck, surely you know.” Steve looks over at Bucky who was quietly listening and observing me.

“Steve, you know I don’t know today’s dames.” He shrugs and his eyes dart to me quickly.

Steve suspiciously looks from Bucky to me before deciding to brush it off.

“What do you think, Y/n?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.

I’m gonna need a couple if this turns into another, help me with Sharon night.

“I don’t know. Just be normal and maybe ask her about the kiss casually? Don’t want to embarrass yourself if it meant more to you than her.” I say before I can stop myself and immediately feel like slapping myself in the back of the head for being stupid and giving him advice to get the girl I don’t want him with.

I can tell that Bucky feels the same as he looks at me with a deadpanned expression.

“Yeah, you’re right! I’m glad to have such a good friend like you, doll.” He says, side hugging me and I smile a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

The night continues on with laughter, fake smiles (on my part), and funny stories from missions and before you know it, it’s about 10:30.

“I guess I better go. Gotta get up bright and early to help Tony tomorrow.” I stand and hug everyone goodbye.

“Hey, let me walk you home.” Bucky says getting up, causing Sam and Steve to look at us curiously.

Bucky and I were somewhat close compared to the rest of the avengers but I was still much closer to Sam and Steve since Bucky was just now opening up and going back to being himself.

“Alright?” I sort of ask as I link arms with Bucky as we walk out of the pub.

Once we’ve exited, Bucky stops us and looks at me.

“What the hell was that, Y/n? You’re obviously into the punk and you give him advice for another girl?” He huffs and runs a hand through his hair.

“Buck, he’s not into me. So why try? I’m not little miss perfect, blonde haired, blue eyed Sharon Carter.” I roll my eyes.

“That’s because he’s too stupid to see the tall, dark eyed, smooth skinned, beauty with cool hair.” Bucky says, building me up as we continue walking to my place and I can’t help but smile wide.

“Why do you want me with him so bad?” I ask, suspiciously.

Everyone liked perfect Sharon. Nat and Wanda invited her in our girls nights (which I stopped attending), Tony liked bantering with her, as did Sam, and Clint liked to spar with her and teach her to shoot arrows. I on the other hand didn’t like to be around to see how perfect she was and be jealous that I wasn’t the same.

“I just feel like you’re a better fit for him. You need someone who’s respectful and kind, and he needs someone more exciting that’ll keep him on his toes. Besides, I just like you more.” He shrugs an arm over my shoulder as we continue walking.

I ponder over what he said as we walk up to my apartment building.

“I get that you want me to be with Steve but I’m no Sharon and I have to deal with that. Thanks for walking me home, Buck.” I hug the super soldier around the neck and he hugs back cautiously, still afraid of hurting me with his arm.

“I don’t know. He looked pretty jealous when I was looking at you and offered to walk you home. But anyway, goodnight doll.” He smiles before turning on his heel and walking towards the tower.

@louve-noir  this is just part one. I’ll have part two out tomorrow probably :)

Short Announcement and HC

How about the RFA reacting to a bitter MC since the RFA once remarked that they’re not trustworthy and MC took it to heart? And then the RFA attempts to win them over? I need the angst and fluff.

Hey everybody! Uh, sorry for the disappearance hehe… well, Admin Mazz and I had things to deal with in school, and I hope you can all understand that it can take a while to get back on track when it comes to grades! (The only reason why we were gone) We really didn’t plan on disappearing for so long… We really do mean it when we say sorry! And, I’m apologizing on Admin Mazz’s behalf, due to the fact that she felt too overwhelmed to continue writing for the blog, especially because she feels she can’t keep up with school and the blog simultaniously. She’s not gone forever, though! Don’t worry! She’ll be there to type the NSFW stuff, since I’m only here for the fluff ^w^ But! I hope you guys won’t mind me taking over the blog a little bit! It’s good to be back everybody! I’m planning on posting a HC or scenario once a day! Enjoy, Anon, and sorry it took so long! :D ~Admin Lily


  • Jaehee really didn’t mean any harm this angel is so precious and would never try to hurt someone’s feelings on purpose
  • But, she didn’t know MC at the time, so she said something that might have been unnecessary
  • MC just was trying to get to know Jaehee who wouldn’t want to get to know her?
  • “Hm, I don’t think I should tell you anymore about myself too much. You aren’t exactly trustworthy.”
  • Poor, sensitive MC untrustworthy?!
  • Well it’s not like she can trust you either, Jaehee! Don’t hate me for this angel it was requested
  • “Sorry for trying to be friendly.” She’d say coldly
  • First impressions are important people
  • Jaehee is so disappointed to see MC getting along with literally everyone else except her later
  • All because MC took her caution to heart
  • Jaehee tries to make amends
  • “Hey, MC! Been awhile since we talked, just us”
  • “There are reasons why” forgive her, MC she means well I promise
  • Jaehee would apologize for what she said, explaining how she “didn’t mean to hurt MC or offend her in any way”
  • She’s also explains that when they first met, she wanted to protect herself just in case
  • But, now she would like a second chance at being her friend because she sees how kind and genuine she truly is
  • Atta girl Jaehee how can she not love you
  • Well, Jaehee’s MC is easily moved by her persistence and kind words
  • And, after she’s been apologized to, MC forgives her pretty easily
  • Not best friends right away, but
  • Friends all the same


  • Yoosung is very trusting, so of course Mama Baehee Jaehee warned him of the dangers of a hacker, like MC, while MC tried to explain herself and he immediately became terrified
  • What evil plot could this girl be forming?!?!?!?
  • “Wat do yoy want!1??!” He’d ask, complete with spelling errors and all
  • MC continued to try and explain her situation, but Yoosung didn’t believe a word
  • Jaehee’s thinkin “this is what I get for trying”
  • Whenever someone would talk to MC, Yoosung would say “careful” or “watch out”
  • Of course, not being trusted and having things go against Yoosung’s MC would make her feel stressed, irritated, and frankly just hurt
  • She didn’t mean to get here, but here she was
  • Finally, things calmed down, but Yoosung, now paranoid, continuously called MC “untrustworthy” and told her “not to do anything bad becuz I got my eye on u”
  • my not-so macho man <3
  • MC shows her true self to everyone else, staying away from Yoosung to try and avoid conflict
  • He did think she was evil after all, and that hurt her a lot
  • Yoosung began to feel guilty when Jaehee started to tell Yoosung to tone things down
  • “She seems safe now. She seems nice and sweet, so go easy on her, okay?”
  • Maybe he overeacted
  • “maybe”, Yoosung?
  • He’d apologize for being so paranoid and ask if he could try again
  • MC, being understanding and sweet, she accepted his apology and agreed like how can she not forgive him he’s precious
  • But, she’d bring it up to tease him a lot
  • “Watch out, Yoosung! We both know I’m not trustworthy.”
  • “You’re still mad at me for that;;;;”


  • Well, of course, Zen’s a lonely little sinnamon roll
  • So, if he had known MC was a girl, maybe he wouldn’t have been as mean
  • When MC was trying to explain her situation, Zen wouldn’t have anything to do with her
  • “He must be a stalker or a hacker! He can’t be trusted! What do you really want?!? How did you get here???”
  • MC’s obviously an angel innocent and didn’t do anything wrong, so she immediately becomes frustrated, trying to defend herself
  • When Seven texts, “itsagirl” the tables turn
  • Nice goin there pal
  • “Oh… a girl?”
  • “Yes,” MC would send bitterly, “I am, and I’m no stalker or hacker!”
  • Of course, everything’s just a big misunderstanding, but Zen’s MC holds grudges
  • Once she joins the RFA, she literally ignores Zen’s messages all together and it lasts for a while
  • Everyone gets to know MC better except Zen
  • Especially Trust-Fund kid
  • Trust-Fund kid gets to talk to the cute girl, but he doesn’t
  • Like, no he won’t let that happen
  • He finally has had enough of it: “MC, you can’t ignore me forever! I’m apart of the RFA, just like you! Please, give me a chance;; I’m really sorry! I’ll make it up to you, princess! I promise!;;;”
  • MC tries so hard to stay mad but he sends a selfie of himself pouting
  • Of course, he’s too handsome to turn down
  • “Fine!” MC would say, “but, just because you’re handsome, doesn’t mean you can insult me willy-nilly! Don’t call me princess either”
  • “Yes, ma’am ;)”


  • Okay, for being raised in a rich family, Jumin has bad manners
  • I’m not talking about table manners
  • I mean he has no filter
  • Like not even joking
  • Of course, he’s literally the most suspicious out of all of them since MC really wasn’t supposed to be there
  • Zen and Yoosung being adorable: “IT’S A GIRL??”
  • “Stop it, you too. Just because she’s a girl doesn’t mean she’s not here for malicious intend. She can’t be trusted.”
  • Um excuse me?
  • “But, I just saw this app in the App Store,” MC would try to defend herself, “and some guy led me to this apartment”
  • Jumin’s MC is literally afraid of almost nothing so she’s ready to fight if she has to
  • “You don’t even know me, I’m trying to tell you what happened!” MC would continue to say, “maybe I’ll just go”
  • The others Zen and Yoosung immediately went against her leaving because they needed to get things figured out like how she got there and what to do about it
  • She was in Rika’s apartment after all
  • Things eventually get sorted out, but when Jumin offered for her to join, she literally just replied, “not if you’re asking, trust-fund kid.”
  • MC ain’t scared of nothing you don’t openly insult someone like Jumin unless you aren’t afraid to die
  • Jumin’s shocked. No one has ever talked to him like that
  • “Well,” MC would continue, “I was told I was ‘untrustworthy’ and ‘malicious’. Maybe, I would make you feel unsafe if I joined
  • Goin straight for the ego
  • “Well, we don’t need you here. I know I’d be perfectly safe where I am because of my guards.”
  • “Aww, you need guard to protect you, Prince Charming? That’s cute”
  • Jumin’s talking to V like “I don’t think this is worth it”
  • V’s like “no, Jumin, she’s joining”
  • “…Look, I’m willing to apologize for my harsh words, but only for V because I trust his judgement.”
  • “Well,” MC would tease, “seems mostly genuine. Because I like your face, and I like everyone else here, I’ll forgive you and join.”
  • Um, okay? She’s strange Don’t lie Jumin you think she’s pretty cool
  • And, of course, he’ll have to admit later that she’s pretty amazing


  • Seven isn’t supposed to trust anyone like
  • He’s agent 707, Defender of Justice, after all, he has to always be on guard
  • He immediately becomes interested in MC, due to the fact that he had no idea how she was there in the first place
  • she must’ve been a really good hacker
  • “Hang on, I’ll track the IP…Huh? Rika’s house??”
  • Of course, MC was already suspicious for being in the chat, but to be in Rika’s apartment…
  • “Careful, guys, this person could be really bad!”
  • “Exsqueeze me?” MC would type, scoffing, “I’m not bad! It’s not like I wanted to be here tomato head! I’m just lost after this guy led me here”
  • Of course, Seven finds his way to your info and immediately he’s blushing MC is gorgeous how could he not
  • “youractuallycutelololol”
  • Finally, things get sorted out and Seven apologizes for jumping on her so fast, “guess you weren’t so bad, huh? Well, I’m 707, but you can call me Seven~! Guess we’re gonna be buddies now, right? ;D” he’d ask hopefully
  • Not gettin’ off the hook that easy bud
  • MC just responds, taking out her anger in her own unique way “hey, I just met you and this is crazy, but I don’t like your emoji… more maybe?”
  • He thinks it’s cute “Lololol”
  • “Who types ‘lololol’? That’s literally “laughing out loudoutloudoutloud… that’s like me saying rolling over fastoverfastoverfast…”
  • “;;;; I like my lololol! Everyone likes my lololol” she insulted the Lolol?! He thought this was true love?!
  • “But I don’t like you so I don’t like your lololol”
  • But he loves her already he has to win her over
  • Seriously, though, MC doesn’t really care, she gets it, but she’s just stubborn so she teases him for a while before finally giving in
  • ten puns later
  • “You’re cute, so I’ll give you a second chance”
  • Seven’s just like O////O huh?? Okay…
Baby Tim - Part 1

Part one of my deaged Tim fic. Let me know if you want to see anything specific from this!


Jason had received a distress signal from Batman, who had been fighting against some magical being who was terrorizing the people of Gotham.

“Hood, I need you down at the docks now”

Jason growled, “Though Nightwing and Red Robin were already there”

“They are, but something … happened to Red Robin”

Jason froze and immediately turned to grapple his way across the city. He no longer hated Tim, he had even started to enjoy they third Robins company.

“I’m on my way, B. ETA 5 minutes”

There was no reply, but by the time Jason arrived the fight was over. The man who had been causing all of the problems had been restrained and his magical book, where his power stemmed from, had been taken away.

“You missed all the fun, Littlewing” Dick called

But Jason wasn’t paying attention to Dick, or even to the wizard, his eyes were focused on Bruce, or more accurately the small squirming bundle that he was holding.

“Is that …” Jason whispered

“Yes, this is Red Robin. He was hit with one of the spells from the book”

Tim couldn’t have been more than two, he looked so small, dwarfed by his costume and Bruce’s large size. Suddenly big blue eyes opened and looked right at Jason, “Jay! Jay!” the toddler lunged out of Bruce’s arms and into Jason’s.

“He knows who we are?” Jason looked at Bruce as Tim snuggled into his armored chest, babbling quietly to the older man.

“You are surprisingly good with kids, Jason” Dick said, walking to stand beside him. He tried to take Tim from Jason but as soon as Dick touched him Tim started to cry. Tim gripped Jason’s leather jacket, letting out high pitched wails, “nononononon” he sobbed.

Jason bounced the baby gently in his arms, using one hand to cup the back of Tim’s head and tuck him into Jason’s neck, “Shh, shh, Timmy, it’s okay, you can stay with me if that’s what you want” Jason continues bounce Tim gently as he glared at Dick, “Leave him alone right now Dickie, he might go to you in a bit, but not right now” suddenly Jason smiles, “I guess we know who’s the favorite big brother now huh Bluebird?”

Dick pouts and goes over to where Damian is standing with the unconscious wizard. Dick wraps his arms around Damian and pouts at where his other two brothers are, “Don’t be insulted, Grayson. Drakes tastes have always been subpar”

“Don’t make fun of Tim when he can’t defend himself, Dami”

“We need to go back to the cave, see if we can turn Red Robin back into his adult self”

Jason just snorts, “The kids isn’t even an adult yet, he’s only 17”

Bruce sighs, “Fine then, we will turn him back into his usual teenage self”

Jason glanced down at the toddler, who had fallen asleep against his shoulder. “We can run tests tonight, to make sure that he is healthy, but the cure can wait until tomorrow, the poor kid is exhausted”

At first Bruce was against it, but seeing one of his sons looks so young and innocent made his cave, the baby really did need to sleep.


Once everyone gets back to the cave, Dick and Damian hit the showers and head up to the manor to sleep and Jason carefully puts Tim in a playpen that Alfred had brought down to the cave for when Bruce did the scans. Tim didn’t even stir all through the scans and tests. However as soon as Jason says that he is about to leave, Tim scrambles up in the playpen and starts yelling, “Jay! Jay no go! Jay stay!”

Bruce looked incredulously over at the two year old, “It looks like you are staying the night”

Jason snorts, “No way in hell am I staying here”

Bruce stiffens, “Why not?”

“No way in hell am I sleeping in my armor. I’m going home”

Tim’s screaming just got even louder when Jason begins to make his way over to his bike. Jason pauses, waiting to see if Bruce will go to Tim. Tim continues to cry for another five minutes. As each minute passes Jason grows more tense. Eventually it seems like Tim just gives up and his cries turn into whimpers as he lays back down, “Jay. Jay … help Jay” he whispers.

Jason can’t take it anymore, “God fucking damn it Bruce! Did you not hear him crying?!”

Bruce barely glances up from the computer, “He didn’t need anything, and he was perfectly fine”

“Perfectly fine, right, when I child is screaming it means that they are perfectly fucking fine!!”

Jason scoops Tim up from out of the bed, “I’m here Timmy, I’m here. I think” Jason says glaring at Bruce, “that you should come with me tonight”

Tim sniffles and grips Jason’s jacket, “Go with you, Jay.”

“I’m so sorry that I tries to leave, that I thought Bruce could be trusted to take care of you”

“I do believe, Master Jason, that it would be best for you to take Master Tim with you. I have already packed a spare playpen, toys, blankets, diapers, cloths and a car seat in one of Master Bruce’s cars.”

“You are taking his side on this, Alfred?”

“Indeed I am, Master Bruce, you are unfortunately not qualified to care for someone as young as Master Tim currently is”

“And Jason is?!”

“Jason seems to be more adequate in responding to Master Tim’s needs they you have displayed” Alfred said shortly, “I expect you to bring Master Tim back to the manor this weekend, Master Jason”

“Sure Alfie, I think Timmy and I can do that, huh baby?”

“Yeah, go night-night now Jay” murmured a sleepy Tim

Jason kissed the top of Tim’s head gently. He was surprised at just how fast he had grown attached to this version of his little brother. “Sure, go to sleep Timmy, we are gonna go home now”

Tim nodded and fell back asleep before Jason was even back in the manor. He didn’t stir when he was put in the car, when Jason murmured softly to Alfred about a few childcare questions, or even when Jason took him out of the car seat and brought him up to the apartment. Jason laid Tim down on the bed, building a wall of pillow up so he wouldn’t fall off the bed. Jason went to take a quick shower, not wanting to let Tim out of his sight for very long. Once he was done he laid down beside Tim, on his side, watching the toddler sleep. The soft sounds of Tim sleeping soon lulled Jason into a peaceful slumber.


Being woken up at 8:00 AM by an excited two year old was not how Jason wanted to wake up, especially not that early. Jason had only gotten about 4 hours of sleep before he was woken up

“Jay! Hungry!” Tim yelled, gently smacking Jason’s face with one little hand.

“Alright Timmy, alright. Let’s get you changed and then we can eat breakfast”

Thankfully the day went by quickly, looking after an excited 2 year old was a lot of work but seeing that little grin and hearing those high pitched giggles made it all worth it. However around dinner time Jason realized that he wouldn’t be able to go on patrol while looking after a toddler. Tim couldn’t be left alone for five minutes, much less several hours. What if he woke up in the middle of the night and needed someone.

Jason rested his head on his hand and watched Tim finish eating his spaghetti, “I’m gonna have to find you a sitter, aren’t I Timmy?”

The toddler didn’t answer, too engrossed in his food to pay Jason much attention. Jason pulls out his phone and snaps quick picture, he had been taking pictures of Tim and himself all day, sending them to Alfred. Jason pulls up his search engine and begins to look up overnight childcare services. Surprisingly he finds one not very far from his apartment, it opens at 7:00 PM and keeps kids until 7:00 AM at the latest. That is perfect for what Jason has planned. He will be able to drop Tim off at about 10:00 PM and pick him up at 7:00 AM. Jason would be able to patrol and he would have the opportunity to get a few hours of sleep. Hopefully Tim wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss at being dropped off, hopefully he would sleep almost the whole time. Jason makes up his mind to bring Tim to the daycare tonight, not to leave him, but just so he can meet the childcare personnel, look at their qualifications, do back ground round checks, and see how they interact with the kids.


The first thing that Jason notices about this place is that it is huge. There are several rooms for children of different ages. Separate rooms for kids who wanted to sleep, watch movies, and play. The first person that Jason was introduced to was a woman named Y/N. She was the one who watched over the children who were Tim’s age. She was funny and immediately focused her attention on making Tim feel comfortable, on getting him to play with the toys and the other kids. Once he was distracted she walked up to Jason and stood next to him while he watched Tim play.

“He is a very sweet boy” she murmured

“Yeah he is, he took to you pretty quickly”

Y/N grins, “I have to be really good with kids if I want to be good at my job. I love kids, don’t have any of my own yet, but at least when I do, I will know how to take care of them”

Tim came running over with a Batman toy, running right up to Jason and showing it to him, “Look Jay! Look”

“I see! That’s a very nice toy”

Tim shyly turns to Y/N and holds out the toy. She is quick to kneel down so she is eye level with the toddler, “Do you like Batman, pumpkin?”

Tim nods shyly. She smiles and pulls out a keychain, “My favorite is the Robins”

Tim immediately lights up, babbling about how cool Robin is, and just talking. Suddenly he raises his arms at her, “Up, Y/N, up!”

She smiles softly and leans down scooping up Tim. As Jason watches he can’t help but think how good they look together, how perfectly this stranger would fit into their lives.

As he hears Tim let out a high pitched giggle and hug Y/N Jason makes up his mind. This will definitely be the place where he drops Tim off, and hopefully he will get to know Y/N better. Maybe Jason will be able to build his own family, maybe he will be able to find happiness.

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Hmu with stevepop anything Thanks Darry ❤️❤️❤️


  • These brats were buddies since they were lil babies
  • They know everything about each other
  • They got caught playing “doctor” as children and that’s pretty much when everyone figured they were gonna get married in the future
  • Growing up, they were always touching each other
  • Like just walking SUPER close to each other even
  • Always touching
  • Because of how they grew up, they never really heard anything homophobic until like 8th grade
  • Some dickwad came up and was like, “yeah well I bet you’re fucking gay, huh?”
  • And Steve was just like, “Yeah, so?”
  • And dickwad didn’t know how to respond because Steve was just so cool about it
  • So later Soda and him are talking about it, and Soda tells Steve that maybe he’s gay too
  • And Steve’s just like “Well, if you are, can you give me a heads up first, so maybe I can get you before anyone else?”
  • So years pass and these boys are I N L O V E 
  • They’re so cute and so cool and no one talks shit because they just don’t respond to it
  • One day they’re just chillin on the couch, and they’ve been together for year, but Soda looks at Steve
  • He says “hey steve,  I think I might be gay”
  • “What makes you think that?”
  • “Well, I just realized I want to marry you.”
Your relationship - Magcon preference

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authors note/ So I am in the middle of making a preference but I want it to be something my readers can relate to, if you would like you can send me a brief back story that you would like me to mention in this preference all the details are here and you can send request here

Cameron :

“Babe did you pack your underwear ?” Y/n yelled looking down at the strays of clothes that devoured the bed spread “huh ?” Cameron yelled as he began his way up the stairs. “Did you pack -” Y/n started but was interrupted by Cameron entering the room “what did you say?” He asked looking around the room full of clutter. Y/n let out a slight chuckle “ I said did you pack you underwear?” Y/n asked as she started to fold the clothes. “Uh no actually” Cameron said entering his closet to get his underwear “how long are we gonna be there ?” Cameron asked as he threw the underwear on the bed “9 days” y/n responded taking Cameron’s underwear and refolding it before placing it in the luggage. “9 days in paradise with my queen” Cameron said as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waste.

Nash : 

 “Babe your doing it wrong” Nash said as he swiped the vanilla cupcake Y/n was attempting to ice. “How are you gonna tell me I’m icing a cupcake wrong” y/n said jokingly placing her hand on her hip. “Because your not doing it evenly” Nash said as he attempted to ice the cupcake perfectly so he thought. “Okay well I can ice the cupcake however I want” Y/n said taking a bland chocolate cupcake and picking up the white vanilla icing to ice the cupcake. “Y/n they have to be perfect” Nash said resting his arm on the counter giving you a concerned look. “Nash there is no such thing as perfect okay baby they are going to be fine” Y/n said warping her arms around Nash’s torso. 


 “I’m way faster then you” Hayes said in a serious tone as he began stretching his legs. “No way” Y/n said dragging out the Y in her tone of voice “yes I am” Hayes said letting out a cocky chuckle. “No your not Hayes and that’s it ” Y/n said as she transitioned her arm stretch to the opposite arm. “Alright we will see” Hayes said smirking. Hayes and Y/n both positioned themselves in their choice of running position. “To be nice I’ll give you a 5 second head start ” Hayes said looking you in the eyes “okay it’ll make no difference but okay” Y/n said as she quickly sprinted off with a slight giggle after about five seconds Hayes sprinted in an attempt to catch up to Y/n which took no time. Hayes quickly ran up behind y/n pulling her body towards his in a large embrace. Y/n and Hayes both began to laugh “you still can’t beat me in soccer ” Y/n said teasing Hayes.

 Jack g : 

 “Here you go” Y/n said putting the plate of homemade lasagna on the dining room table “uh it smells so good” Jack said as he entered the dining area wrapping his arms around y/n giving her a sweet kiss “well tell me how it taste” Y/n said taking her seat next to jack. Jack took a swift mouth full of the lasagna his facial expressions hard to make out. y/n sat beside him waiting for a direct response towards her cooking “ damn baby ” jack said picking up his glass of water taking a sip “good ?” Y/n questioned swallowing the last bit of her food. “Delicious baby thank you ” jack said leaning over the table to give Y/n a sweet kiss. 

 Jack j : 

 “Ugh” Y/n groaned forcefully throwing the pen beside her. “What’s wrong ?” Jack questioned as he entered the bedroom “nothing it’s just this paper I can’t do it right nothing is going right” Y/n yelled trying to calm herself down “woah babe chill” Jack sat beside Y/n placing his arm casually behind her back. “I can’t there is no way I can do this it’s to much” Y/n said taking her face against her palms “ baby just relax for a minute okay this isn’t due until like next week how about me and you go to the movies or dinner” Jack offered “okay your right I just need a break” Y/n admitted following jacks lead. 

—- I only did some of the guys because It was hard thinking of ideas but besides that I hope you enjoyed reading !

Distant (Stiles x reader)

Requested by @keepcalm-and-beyou

Request: dating stiles but he seems distant from the reader lately and is always helping Malia and it is bothering the reader sense they use to date. And the reader tells stiles they need a break. During the short break the reader is sad, hoping that this break will help her’s and stiles’ relationship.While on the break everyone is at a party and the reader goes to blow of some steam and hoping to avoid stiles, the reader gets drunk and theo is at the party flirting with her…one thing leads to another and they sleep together. Stiles finds out and it’s a fight between him and theo, but the reader and Scott break up the fight sense theo could clearly kill stiles because he is human.

(Y/n)’s Pov

“Hey, can we hang out today?” I asked him hoping that this time I can. “Sorry I can’t today, I promised Malia that I would help her with her classes today” Stiles replied to me. “Again?!, Stiles this is the third time this week, Your girlfriend needs you too.” I said. Stiles’s phone rang, and of course it was Maila. “I got to go” Stiles said as he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and ran towards his jeep. “Great” I said out loud. “Boyfriend ditched you again” a familiar voice said. “You know Theo, unlike you I trust Stiles, okay.” I said to him. “Okay, I know you trust him, but do you trust Malia.” He  remarked. “I guess she’s my friend” I stated. “Yeah but do you know that Malia is Stiles’s Ex-girlfriend.” He said. That last statement bothered me. I just didn’t want to talk to Theo anymore. I just walked away. “You know that I’m here to talk,(y/n)” Theo yelled as I walked away. 

Later, I stopped by Stiles’s house hoping to talk to him. I walk in only to see Stiles alone in the house. “Hey, no Malia” I said. “um..Yeah, she had to take care of other things so” Stiles replied. “And you didn’t call me, I wanted to be with you today.” “I know (Y/n), I completely forgot to call you” “Oh so you have been hanging out with Malia so much that you forgot your own girlfriend” I raised my voice. “(y/n), Where is this coming from?” Stiles questioned. “ I can’t take this anymore Stiles, I think we need a break.” As much as I hated to admit it, hearing my self say those words shattered my heart, but I was hoping it would help our relationship. Stiles looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes, and could tell that he was trying not to cry. “if..if that’s what you want (y/n)” he said with his voice trembling. 

It has only been a week since I last saw Stiles, I tried you avoid him as much as I could. As I was grabbing my books from my locker, my strawberry blonde friend walked up to me. “Hey, (y/n)” She said with her warming smile. “Hey Lydia, look if Stiles, sent you to talk to me-”She cut me off, knowing where the conversation was going “Well actually, there’s this party tonight, and I thought that we should go” I sighed, “I don’t know” I respond. “Come on, go blow off some steam, maybe Stiles might finally come to his senses” “Okay fine I’ll go” I gave in “Yay, I’ll pick you up at 8″. 

We arrived at the party, first no Stiles, ‘Its fine’ I thought. A couple drinks later, Theo walked up to me. “So..” he says with his typical no good smile. “I heard about your break with Stiles.” He continued. “Theo, I don’t know why you keep annoying me so much” I replied “Well you’re beautiful, and I enjoy our conversations” “Whatever” I said hoping he’d leave me alone. “I serious, Stiles is an idiot, for choosing her over you, If I we him, I would want to spend more time with you” He said as he reached fro my hand and held it. I don’t know if it was the why he talked or that we were both drunk. But I knew that this wasn’t going to be good. 

i woke up with a slight hangover, and in a bed I recognize that wasn’t mine. ‘Oh Shit’ I thought. I woke up in Theo’s shirt. “Fuck” I said under my breath. “Wow, even without make up you are still beautiful.”Theo said as she was leaving on the door way with a small breakfast. I got out of bed and quickly moved to find my clothes. “What the rush, we had a great time last night.” Theo said. “Theo, this was a mistake, look forget last night, I was drunk. You know I love Stiles” I said as finally was dresses in my own clothes. “(y/n), and you know how I feel about you” he said trying to kiss me. “No, Sorry.”I said as I finally had my stuff and left.

I checked my phone all messages from the pack

Lydia: Hey where are you 

Lydia: (y/n) are you okay

20 Miss call(s) from 

  • Lydia (4)
  • Scott (4)
  • Malia (4)
  • Stiles(8)

Scott: (y/n) answer your phone 

Malia: Hey, (y/n) pick up, Stiles is freaking out

Stiles<3: (Y/n)!! please pick up the phone

“Damn it” I said as I called Lydia. 

(y/n): “Hey”

Lydia: “(Y/n) thank god your okay what happened last night”

(y/n): “Theo, slept with me, he used that fact that I was sad and drunk and got me in bed.”

Lydia’s Pov- Hearing (Y/n) talking about what Theo did make me sick. I looked at Stiles, I saw how upset he was to hear. He was just about to walk out. “No, you Are staying here to hear the rest, okay give her a chance” I whispered. (Y/n) started crying over the phone. “I just wish Stiles was here, I miss him” Stiles’s face shown his heartbreak knowing that he could have took care of her better. “I’m gonna go kill him” Stiles said angry. “Huh, Stiles !! Don’t please” (y/n) said. Stiles took my phone. “(Y/n), I love you okay don’t worry about him I’ll take care of him” he said as he hung up before she could respond, he quickly gave my phone back to me and ran out the door —————————————– (y/n)‘a Pov- I texted Scott I soon as Stiles hanged up

y/n: Scott quick meet me on the field Stiles is in trouble

Scott: What happened

y/n: Stiles is going to get himself killed —————————————–

We arrived at the field only to see Stiles and Theo hitting each other, Stiles more in bad shape then Theo. I look at Scott.“Scott stop them please” I said as I tried not to break into tears. Scott ran out and stopped them Scott held on to Theo as I run up to Stiles. “Don’t scare me like that you Dumbass” I said as I hugged him. “Why did you do that” I questioned him. “ Because I love you (y/n), okay and I’m sorry for leaving you alone, can we start over” he asked as he rested his forehead on mine. “Yeah” I replied as I pulled him into a kiss.

I do not own any Teen wolf characters. Sorry for in correct spelling and grammar. I apologize for posting late, I have just recently returned to school my my schedule has been hell so so sorry. Request are always opened. Thx- FANFICTIONPRINCESS10

Tyler Posey lifted a cheek from the hot cement basketball court next to all his best guy friends. In typical Posey style the guys winced as they braced for another Posey fart. The fart shot out in three beats, airy and muffled. “pffffsshhp, pphhrrmmpph, phrmpph!” The heat from the cement heightened the smell and his friends pulled their shirts over their noses. “Damn Pose! Another one?!?!” Greg was used to this behavior. Tyler was a 5 year old when it came to gas humor, and it seemed you couldn’t hang out with him without getting at least one fart from him. John took his shirt down and sniffed the air “Ugh! It’s still bad!” Tyler Hoechlin knew his friend’s fart was gonna linger, and sat with his shirt over his face, rolling his eyes at Posey. Posey began to waft the rest of his gas to all three of his friends.
Tyler Posey didn’t do this to be mean, or teasing. Tyler in fact wanted his friends to retaliate. and one day he knew they would. Posey had a fart fetish. When he was younger, he would fart on his pillows before bedtime and take deep whiffs. That got him searching for fart stuff online which led him to some fetish websites. Overtime he learned how to masturbate and from then on he got off on the intense imaginary smells of gas from hot guys in photos or even real farts on Youtube.
Tyler sat in class with Greg & John as a new kid walked into the room. Dylan just transferred from a tech school into a University and was sort of a dweeb, so Tyler thought. Dylan took the lone empty seat next to Tyler and waited for class to begin. Posey took this empty moment to rip a fart in the class full of guys, bring chuckles and moans throughout the class. Dylan looked at Tyler with eyes of fear and shock. Tyler smiled at the dweeb and leaned back in his seat to relax. Class began. The teacher was young, just a year or two older than the average senior. So when talking about solids, liquids, and gases, the guys in the class all had some good chuckles about the gas substance. “Posey’s got a lotta gas teach!” Tyler laughed and looked over to Dylan who stared shyly at the man. Tyler gave him a smile… fuck he was kind of weird…
That afternoon Posey walked to Hoechlin’s dorm to chill and play some video games. “Hey Ty, have you met Dylan? He’s my new dorm neighbor!” Posey gave the same look of awkward shock Dylan gave him at school. “How many more times am I gonna have to see this kid?” Dylan smiled and acknowledged that they had met. As the games progressed Hoechlin left the room to use the bathroom. Posey sat with Dylan in awkward silence until Dylan tried to spark a conversation. “So… what do you do for fun?” Tyler continued staring at the game and ignored Dylan as a person in the room until he responded with “huh… this…” Dylan stared at the video game Posey had his eyes glued on. Posey sat with a stare and with a hint of remorse tried to spark up some conversation with the weird newbie in return. “So… huh… what’s your last name?” Tyler asked. “O'Brien, you gonna add me to Facebook? I have one!” Dylan lit up. “What? No! Just trying to be nice and talk…” Tyler went back to his game. Then out of thin air Dylan shot back with something that sent chills down Tyler’s spine. “That was some fart in class today…” Dylan smiled at his comment and Tyler’s eyes lit up in shock. His eyes moved from side to side as Dylan stumbled upon the one thing Tyler really wanted to talk about. “It was okay… I… guess…” Tyler tried focusing on his game when the other Tyler reentered the room. You could cut the tension with a knife. Posey was silent. O'Brien smiled and watched the now failing Tyler continue at his video game.
Tyler sat in chemistry class groggy and miserable. He didn’t sleep a wink and mostly because he sat in bed thinking about Dylan and the way his eyes lit up in awe when he brought up Tyler’s fart yesterday. Did he like them too? He couldn’t! Some straight laced guy with a happy go lucky grin couldn’t possibly like something so foul. Greg and John entered the room and sat near Tyler. “Dude! You look like shit” Greg laughed at his own comment and John spoke up. “You and Hoechlin must have gotten wasted last night?” Posey made some underhanded comment about how Hoechlin’s new buddy Dylan doesn’t drink and the guys cracked up. “He just sat around and talked, no booze, no girls, no fun, worst free time of my life!” “Dude! You should just fart on him today, aim em’ all at him. Be merciless!” John’s idea sparked a smile within Tyler. Dylan was gonna get served. As Dylan walked into class he looked well rested and pulled his water bottle out of his backpack… “he must still use the same one from high school. What a loser, just carry the one book, you just have one class today dumb ass!” Tyler thought. At that moment Tyler tapped Greg on the shoulder and Greg turned around as Tyler shifted his eyes towards Dylan, still facing Greg. Tyler lifted his rump slightly from his chair and a small squeaker of a fart blasted from his seat. Dylan looked shocked and stared at the two guys and laughed. Greg laughed back… primarily at Dylan rather than with him, and turned around to prepare for the lesson. Dylan looked a Tyler to comment “Yesterday’s was better…” Tyler said nothing and prepared for the lesson. His butt lifted from the seat again and a faint hiss left his shorts. A faint whiff of ass hit his nose and Dylan’s. That’s when the strange part occurred. It was 15 minutes into class and the four guys in the back were hit by a stronger smell. Rotten eggs, foul skunk, and sweaty ripe ass filled the air as Greg and John began to choke. “Teacher! I think Posey needs to be excused!!!” John sounded worried. The professor made no reaction, these guys break wind in class everyday, it was just another day for them. Posey made no comment but to laugh and claim the attack with a grin. John and Greg turned back around to the lesson when Tyler looked at Dylan… Dylan winked an eye at the once champion farter and smiled. Knowing he just bested the champion. Tyler lifted a leg and ripped  a rather audible blast at Dylan and the class erupted in anger at the 20 year old stud. Dylan secretly lifted a cheek and although silent, the smell was unbearably worse. Tyler blushed red as John and Greg turned around to egg Tyler on. “Dude, we said be merciless, but this is too much! Give the poor guy a break and take some beano” John was in near tears. Greg was on the verge of dry heaving. “Dylan, buddy! You’re not even flinching! You’re a beast to put up with this!” Greg was impressed by Dylan’s composure. What John and Greg didn’t know was that Dylan had just let loose another series of gas attacks into the room. Tyler let out a bigger fart, which, accidentally timed made it seem like the smell came from his loud blast rather than Dylan’s SBD. Within 40 more minutes of class the guys were now all well equipped to handle a chemical war.
Class was over and the guys walked out. John and Greg were applauding their newfound hero Dylan for taking Posey’s gas like a champ. Neither guy knew that the smell was Dylan’s brew. Posey sat back and watched as the weird kid got high fives and back pats for his stamina. “We’re now a group of five bros man, you’re in!” John said as Dylan got bright eyed. He just wanted to fit in. Posey felt even sicker… what if Dylan wanted to fart more?
The party was a huge hit. Posey and the gang threw a huge bash at his dorm. There was beer, chips, salsa, bean dip, and more “Everclear” than you’d know what to do with. “Do we really have to invite him? I still think he’s a dweeb!” Tyler asked John. “Dude! You’re just upset that you can’t throw him off with your stink. That guy is more of a man than you! haha!” Tyler focused on that conversation between him and John for the duration of the party as Dylan sat right next to Posey with some bean dip and broccoli. “Hey Tyler!” Dylan tried to be nice. Tyler sipped his beer and scoldingly told Dylan “How come you don’t drink?” Dylan looked at him sheepishly; “I’ll drink, if you’ll be nice to me.” Tyler obliged and Dylan took a swig of Everclear with his juice. Tyler laughed at Dylan’s facial expressions each shot and asked him to try it again. 5 shots later Dylan said “This doesn’t have a taste? *hiccup*” Tyler took a shot himself and wrapped his arm around Dylan. “Come here kid, I’ll show you some beer…” Tyler brought out a Guinness for them both. “This is only for special occasions, that cheap PBR is nothing…” Dylan LOVED it! And drank happily with Tyler the rest of the night. They laughed and got to know each other better. Tyler even calling Dylan “cool” in his book. Dylan smiled… but began to look sick from the alcohol. Greg was scoring big with the ladies as Hoechlin and John left with no one. “Man, Dylan’s pretty fucked up tonight. What did you do Pose?” Tyler Hoechlin looked worried. “He’s fine, he can crash here tonight. I don’t want his dorm leader finding him drunk when you take him home.” The guys left for the night and Posey and O'Brien stayed. Tyler wrapped him in a blanket on the couch and headed to his bed to go to sleep.
Tyler laid awake in his bed to thoughts of men from his porn library ripping ass in his dorm room. As he stroked his cock he imagined the smells and sounds they produced just for him. He threw one of them on the bed in his imagination and began to eat his ass out. He imagined the smooth run fleshy ass against his tongue ripping fart after fart and soon he was furiously stroking his meat in an intense sweat that was absorbed by the bed. The man in his dreams ripped a fart that went on for ages, his cum shot out onto the sheets and the guy’s face became more prevalent in his mind… it was Dylan! Posey gasped for air and rose up from his bed panting in fear. “What the fuck was that?!?” Tyler thought. He got up and walked back into his livingroom. Dylan was curled up on the couch and sleeping like a baby. “Fucking dweeb” Tyler mumbled under his breath. He got a glass of water from the kitchen and began to head back to bed, but something came over him. He walked over to Dylan on the couch… “Don’t do it” Tyler tried stopping himself. He took a sniff of the air, a loud sniff. Nothing. He would regret this next move… he moved in closer. Posey got within inches of Dylan’s ass and although it was snuggly fit under the covers the smell was amazing. The dweeb had an ass odor, and Tyler was getting hooked. Posey went to bed in shame of his secret sniffing adventure. But his mind raced with the thoughts of Dylan’s gas in the classroom that afternoon. Could he be… falling for the dweeb?
Tyler’s dreams were tame, except for one. Dylan was snuggled in bed with him and he was dutch opening him as a prank. He woke up and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast. Dylan was up and at it. “What? No hangover?!?!” Tyler pointed out. “That? Oh, last night was nothing. I drank twice as much at home…” Dylan was acting rather alpha male this morning; Tyler was confused. Dylan was a ringer. Go onto a campus, be the nice kid, get all the teachers’ good graces, impress all the popular folk, then control the crowd. Tyler was impressed and the two sat down for breakfast. It was Saturday and the whole day was open. Dylan had no homework. Tyler just had a small report. Talk of the weather and classes grew old between the two and Posey tried coming up with other conversations. Dylan had other ideas. “Man, I bet I had some GAS last night.” Dylan winked at Tyler and Tyler felt uncomfortable again as Dylan aimed a fart into Tyler’s direction. The smell wafted to Tyler who winced and coughed on the smell. Tyler had to retaliate and ripped one of his own. It stunk, but Dylan’s was stronger. Just like the classroom experience Dylan was besting the gassy fetishist. “So you can retaliate?” Dylan ripped a longer blast. The smell intensified and Tyler’s dick grew in his shorts. “I thought I’d freshen the room a bit with my brew.” Dylan smiled and then smoldered his stare at Tyler… was he flirting? Tyler turned red and tried to get up and do his book report. “Have you read your book yet?” Dylan asked. Tyler played it off and said yes, but Dylan’s next quote sent chills down his spine. “Was your book against my ass last night? Because you had your nose there for part of the night. Did it smell good?” Dylan was going in for the kill. Tyler was sweating and told Dylan to get out. The fear was all over his face. “Get out? I think I have something you want Posey Wosey…” Dylan sat on Tyler’s lap and Tyler tried bucking him off. The fart was loud. It was warm… not just warm, it burned! Fuck it burned! Tyler winced from the smell, but it was the most magical moment of heaven he ever experienced! Dylan wrapped his arm around Tyler’s shoulder and Tyler wrapped his around Dylan’s back. Dylan let out another fart after lifting a cheek and aiming it at Tyler’s stomach. “I see you’ve stopped competing… is someone out of gas?” Dylan cooed at Tyler. “You’re the king.” Tyler moaned over and over. “The king?!?” Dylan smiled. “Well, that’s pretty impressive. Am I more kingly than that farter you have saved on your computer?” Tyler was taken aback by Dylan’s remark… Dylan looked at his Internet history last night! But it didn’t matter… In fact it felt safer… Dylan was doing this willingly… “Yes Dilly! OH YES!!! FUCK MORE!!!” Dylan smacked Tyler in the back of the head and ripped an angry fart in his lap… “But you told me to get out… so I guess this is goodbye…” Dylan sat up and walked out the door farting almost each step of the way. Tyler’s legs had lost circulation but that didn’t stop him from crawling to the door in hopes of getting Dylan back. Tyler laid in a fetal position alone in his apartment dorm breathing in the smells of Dylan’s crop-dust. He was so sexually frustrated he was in tears. What if Dylan told the guys? What if he told the school?
Class on Monday had Posey freaking out. He sat at his typical desk when Dylan walked in… he sat right in front of Tyler. John and Greg noticed this and took seats next to Dylan instead of you. “Man, I see Dylan is learning from Friday’s mistakes. Can’t sit next to the gas bomb for too long!” John chuckled at Tyler’s expense and Tyler stared at Greg… pointing to the empty seat next to him. “Man Posey, I don’t think anyone is gonna sit their after you nuked it last week!” Posey tried to laugh it off… deep down he was hurt, lonely, and feeling left out. His new view was kind of worth it though… Dylan’s round butt spread right in front of his view. Dylan pulled his jeans down and Tyler sprung a boner when he noticed… he wasn’t wearing any underwear in class. His jacket covered his front view. To the teacher and the rest of the class it looked like Dylan was fully clothed. The smell hit Tyler like a ton of bricks. He focused more on Dylan’s ass, the hole opened up and the smell magnified. Every minute Tyler was hit by a wave of stink from Dylan’s butt in class. Tyler had a show of Dylan’s ass right in front of him. As class ended Posey’s notes were blank. Dylan pulled up his jeans and got out of his seat. Greg and John walked out with him with Posey trailing behind.
“Yo Dylan! We still on for tomorrow?” Greg asked. “Yeah, see you then! I’m bring Hoechlin!” Dylan smiled as Tyler spoke up, “Wait? What’s going on?” Posey looked confused. “Oh, we’re hanging out Tuesday… you can come right Dylan?” Greg looked at Dylan as though Dylan was in charge of the group. “Yeah, come on!” John and Greg headed to their next class as Dylan was pushed against a wall by Tyler. “What the fuck was that!?” Tyler was furious with the mind games. “Chill buddy, you getting’ jealous of me taking over? Afraid of my power?” Dylan bit his lip and chuckled at Tyler’s grip as it lightened. Dylan smiled and ripped a fart and laughed harder. Tyler asked Dylan to hang out after his classes, his voice cracked from the question. “Well, what would we do together?” Dylan smiled more, it was a shit eating grin that made Tyler feel two inches small. “Well… we could… study…” Tyler sulked. “Oh, because you didn’t record any notes today and need mine?” Dylan laughed and tickled Posey’s nipple. Posey flinched and responded. “We… we… can do the thing…” “Oh! The thing… yeah… well, I knew I’d hook you soon. Tell you what, I’ll give you my notes, but at a price…” Dylan looked powerful. Tyler was scared. “All the notes you can ever need… but you’ll be my personal fart sniffer… for life.” Dylan massaged Tyler’s shoulder after the proposal. Tyler struggled to speak as Dylan’s other hand moved down to Tyler’s member… “I think your little friend has chosen for you”.
Dylan walked right into Tyler’s apartment. “Man, you still got any of that bean dip?” I’m hungry. Tyler pulled the dip from the fridge with some broccoli and handed it to Dylan. Dylan had wrapped a blanket around his body and pointed to a hole. “In.” Dylan commanded. Tyler stuck his head into the covers right against Dylan’s ass. He was wrapped tight against Dylan’s hole. The first sniff was incredible. Dylan’s ass smelled just like the gas Tyler was subjected to in class. That’s when the first fart hit. Tyler’s nose burned as he carefully sniffed Dylan’s ass and stroked his cock. Tyler woke up with his face trapped in a bed sheet. Dylan was gone. It was 3am. He read a note on his bedroom door: “You couldn’t even last 5 minutes down there. You’re pathetic. If you don’t do better next time I’m gonna twist your nuts until they pop off. Love you sweetie! -Dilly” Posey was scared, but his hard on still grew. He threw himself on his bed, face to pillow, when a foul smell hit him… Dylan farted on his pillows before leaving… he sniffed until he passed out drunk on Dylan’s gas.
Tuesday night Posey was dressed to the nine’s. The guys went to a club and were sitting at a booth. Dylan was leading the conversation and John, Greg and Hoechlin were eating it up. Greg drew everyone’s attention to a girl. Dylan glared at Tyler and pointed to the restroom with a wink. “He wants me to do this now?!?” Tyler thought. The two guys passed the bathroom and Dylan led them to an area behind the building. Dylan guided Tyler so that his back was against a brick wall, and with no words Dylan began to fart onto Posey’s thigh. Tyler was mesmerized by the showing. Dylan was blowing out gas like a champ. Most were inaudible, but the breeze, and the foul smell was a dead giveaway. For 5 minutes Dylan let rip constant streams of gas, but at minute 6 Posey tried bucking him off. “Dude! That’s enough, you’re proving your point you’re a fucking GOD! Now get off me!” Posey felt a little nauseous from the performance. “No Pose! I got GAS! I need you to sniff it. Come to think of it, my shorts are probably filtering the stink. It may travel back to the other guys.” Tyler was listening to Dylan speak and he felt lightheaded with excitement and fear. “Can you pull my shorts down… with your teeth?” Dylan gave Tyler the sweetest puppy dog eyes he could muster. Tyler dropped to his knees and praised the bubblebutt before his eyes. Dylan backed his ass up into Tyler’s mouth as Tyler opened wide and bit down on the back elastic of Dylan’s shorts. As Tyler pulled down on the shorts his nose rubbed against Dylan’s open crack. Tyler could smell the scent of trapped gas between the cheeks flood his senses. A quick sharp toot filled the air and Tyler’s oxygen was tainted further with the gas of his new fart king. “Air my shorts out and keep your face in my ass. I got a lot more” Dylan was talking as though this was the most normal behavior in the world. Tyler began to moan. How did Dylan never run out of gas!?!? “You’re doing a lot better than Monday night. Just don’t pass out” On the word pass out Dylan let out a fart that could singe nose hairs of anyone in the parking lot on the other side of the building. Tyler tried to escape but his head was trapped against the brick wall. He was in Dylan’s fart trap. “We better go back… I still have a lot of gas but you’ll just have to claim whatever I have to release in the bar.” Tyler stared at Dylan. He was embarrassed to fart. Dylan was embarrassed about farting in front of the other guys. But around him he was a gas bomb. If that didn’t say love, what did?
A few months later the guys were hanging out at John and Greg’s house. Dylan was sitting on a bean bag and munching on some taco bell when a fart erupted from his ass. This fart scared the living daylights out of the guys and they stared at Dylan. Dylan was about to cry when Posey spoke up. “Sorry guys, hahahaha! That was me.” John looked back at Dylan on the other side of the room. “Uhh… bro… that noise came from Dylan!” The smell hit the guys with force. “UGH! Wait y'all, ever since Dylan came into the picture, Tyler’s farts have stunk SO much worse!” Hoechlin looked confused. “Guys! Seriously, I can throw my farts! See?” Tyler leaned and motioned to Dylan to rip a fart from his seat. Dylan let out another loud monster and looked scared and cried “STOP!” They guys busted out laughing as Tyler waved a hand behind his ass to waft the magnify smell from his ass. Dylan lived to see another embarrassment free night. Posey was sure to be rewarded for that save tonight… when the taco bell finally reached Dylan’s gut. Dylan was sure to make Posey suffocate and cum his dick off that night.

silly little scar - min yoongi

anon requested:  A one shot where the reader is self conscious about an eyebrow scar ( towards the beginning of her right eyebrow that she got from falling in sixth grade and had to get four stitches ) and yoongi says that she is beautiful. please …. yes I have an eyebrow scar  … btw love LOVE your writing.

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader
♡ word count: 1.3k+
♡ genre: fluff, bit of angst

       Dealing with the obscenity that had cursed itself upon your right eyebrow was something you had gotten used to, but wished never happened. While it had no actual potential threat, it was a deep insecurity that you failed to ever confront. You’d often find yourself staring at it in the mirror, wishing for it to disappear and desperately trying to cover it with makeup or in any way possible.

You let a deep sigh pass as you let your hair out of the mess of a ponytail you managed to create earlier that day. You were exhausted from being out running errands with friends all day. Sure, it was lovely being around them, but they sure knew how to drag things out and prevent you from ever getting home when planned. You ran your hand through your hair, sifting and sorting through the small tangles.

 You reached over across the sink and grabbed a smaller elastic to tie the front of your hair back out of your face. As you pulled the hair out of your face, you came face to face with that ever so dreaded insecurity of yours. Even with makeup, the small scar placed so precise on your right eyebrow was one you couldn’t hide. The small dent that stretched across your eyebrow was visible no matter what. Your eyes briefly scanned over it before you reached for the makeup remover wipes. You pulled a few out, setting the extra on the counter as you took one in your hand. You carefully wiped at your face, removing your foundation. You tensed as you wiped over your brow, revealing your scar completely.

 You stared at it, swiping your finger across the scarred tissue. You let out a grunt as you tossed the old wipes in the trash and removed the rest of your makeup. You stood, staring at your reflection in discontent. You leaned forward, staring yourself in the eyes as they unintentionally drifted back to the dreaded scar. You really hated it. It was so noticeable and always prompted questions from others. Nothing but unwanted attention.

You sighed as you tossed the wipes in the trash bin, you heard the front door open followed by the jingling of keys which signaled Yoongi was home.

 “Hey Jagi, I’m home!” You heard him call out. “Hey! I’m in the bathroom.” You answered back, knowing he would make his way down this hall anyways. You tried to clean up your face as much as you could to make yourself look somewhat decent. Following your response, you heard footsteps coming down the hall, approaching the bathroom.

 From there on, Yoongi slowly pushed the door open, peering in. “Hey.” He spoke with a smile. You gave a small smile and moved over so he could walk in, even though you didn’t want him to. He moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “How’s your day been?” He softly asked. You softly nudged his grip off, not wanting him to see you like this right now. You stayed silent as you cleaned off the counter and put everything away. “Y/N?..” He questioned, fearing he did something wrong.

 “Huh? Oh sorry… I’m just not feeling well..” You lied, putting on a small fake smile. Yoongi caught on quickly to your lies, but figured he would give you time alone until you were ready to bring the problem to him. “Do you need anything..?” He consulted, giving you quite a blank look. Yoongi didn’t have much experience consoling people or helping with problems. It’s not that he didn’t want to, he just didn’t really know how. You just simply nodded your head ‘no’. “I think I’m gonna hop in the shower.” You duly responded, moving past him. “Okay.. I’ll go order something to eat.. I’ll be in the living room.” He placed a kiss on your forehead before exiting the bathroom.

As you stood under the warm water, those thoughts didn’t waste time coming back to you. Even this one small insecurity allowed others to breach and come back. There would be periods where it didn’t bother you as much, and other times you couldn’t help but feel incredibly insecure about it. Times like this, you would question everything about yourself.

 Why Yoongi chose you.. Why he still decides to stick around when he could find someone who wasn’t ridiculed with insecurities and a ridiculous scar. It’s funny how such a small thing could lead to something so big. A few tears escaped your eyes, blending with the water that escalated down your face. You quickly wiped them, not allowing yourself to be ‘weak’..

Once you stepped out of the shower, you quickly got dressed, throwing on one of Yoongi’s shirts and some running shorts. You flipped your hair, drying it out with a towel, before tying it back into a loose ponytail. You walked over towards the door, not wanting to be within eyeshot of the mirror any longer, but of course, your insecurity wouldn’t allow that. You stood still, eyes trained on the blemish. Why did this still affect you so much? I mean surely it’s not a big deal right? You still remembered your mother lecturing you in the hospital for being so reckless and clumsy. You continued to stare, lifting your finger to the mark, feeling the gash. 

   Meanwhile, you hadn’t noticed the door slightly ajar, figuring Yoongi must’ve not shut it completely when he left, but Yoongi was also stood at the crack of the door watching you. He went to tell you he finished dinner, but halted when he saw the discontent on your face. He watched as your eyes were trained on the scar you had above your eyebrow. He didn’t understand what you were doing, so he proceeded. “Hey jagi.. Dinner’s ready.” He announced, his sudden presence startling you. 

You quickly flipped to face Yoongi, his voice alarming you. As you turned, he noticed you had tears in your eyes. Why were you crying? Yoongi was so confused.. “Uh..I’ll be out in a minute..” You choked. “Jagi why are you crying?” He pushed the door open so he could walk in. “It’s nothing. I’m alright I promise.” You tried to walk past him out of the bathroom, but he stopped you and gripped your arm. You turned and he pulled you back towards him. “Jagi please, what’s wrong?” He asked, picking you up, setting you down on the counter. He moved to stand in between your legs, cupping your face. He wiped the small tears with the pad of his thumb. You stared back at him for a few moments before pointing to the scar on your eyebrow.

 “I’m tired of it. It’s ugly and I hate it.” You pointed out.  “This is what it’s about?” Yoongi asked dumbfoundedly, not realizing how it made you feel. He saw your face change and he instantly apologized. “Oh.. I didn’t mean it like that.. It’s just it’s such a small thing.. Don’t worry about it jagi..” He comforted, blinking a few times. “I know you think it’s ugly too.” You mumbled. “Yah?! Don’t say that. It’s not ugly Y/N. You’re beautiful. With or without the scar.” He placed his hand under your chin, lifting your head. “I love you and some silly little scar wouldn’t change that.” He assured you. 

“I don’t wanna hear you say stuff like that. I’m serious..” He ridiculed you like a child, but you knew what he meant by it and where he was coming from. He placed his thumb over your scar, sliding over it. “It’s really not something to be ashamed of jagi. Remember when I fell during dance practice and got that scar on my cheek?” You chuckled slightly, remembering the story he told you. “See? You can still kinda see it.. Aish Jungkook really should’ve watched where he was going.. Tch.” He whined, turning his head.

 You smiled. “I love you.” He pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. “I love you too Yoongi.” You spoke, muffled into his shirt. “How about we go eat now before our takeout gets cold, huh?” He smiled, lifting you down from the counter.

God, what would I do without him.. You thought as you smiled.

(a/n: ugh yoongi is so cute fuck me right up kskks lmao. i feel like this may be mildly out of character but idk lol. anyways, i have so much stuff i have to do between school and dance i want death, but thank u guys for reading and have a great day or night pals)


(NaLu Week Flaws Prompt- 7/3/17)

To the outside world, the pretty blonde was almost perfect.  Smart and beautiful, she made friends quickly, got along with almost anyone whether a nerd or from the popular clique.  For years she successfully hid her inner demons but by 16 it was becoming more and more difficult.  No one save her best friend at Magnolia High had any clue what secrets lay beneath the smile…

It had really started by the age of 4 when her mother Layla passed away from cancer.  Her father, who was never very affectionate to begin with grew ever more distant and the older she got, the more she was convinced that he blamed her for her mother’s death; no worse, sometimes she’d blame herself too.  With no friend’s around to interact with and only the servants to talk to, a cancer of its own took hold in the little girl; depression. 

She would steel herself away in her room for hours, reading or surfing the internet and on one of these occasions she googled ‘suicide’, ‘depression’, and ‘chat room’.  Of course, most of the sites that appeared were about getting help and prevention but one chat, the one she zeroed in on was for people who openly talked about what they did to deal with their depression; and not in a good way.  That’s when the cutting began. 

When her 9th birthday rolled around and her father forgot all about it, a chain reaction of emotions flooded the young girl, voices in her fragile mind screaming for her to end the suffering.  Stealing a bottle of pain killers from her father’s room she swallowed a handful. 

It was her nanny that found her unconscious next to the open bottle.

Finally forced to act, her father sends her to the best child psychologist in Magnolia and slowly she began to heal emotionally.  As part of the therapy process, she was enrolled in public school so she could interact with other kids her age; friendship, the doctor told her dad, can be one of the best tools in fighting depression.

Luckily for Lucy, the first girl she encountered turned out to be just what the doctor ordered.  Levy, was a sweet, smart, friendly girl who quickly gravitated to the new student and soon the two were the best of friends; maybe more like sisters.  After a few months, it was during a sleepover at Levy’s home that she finally felt comfortable enough to reveal her painful past.  Much to her relief, her friend was not only understanding but supportive in a way that Lucy’s never felt before.  Even the scars that marred parts of her body didn’t frighten her friend.  And with this positive encouragement Lucy began to blossom into the girl she was always meant to be.

This went on for the next 6 years and Lucy was doing well but now the girls had entered high school and all the typical issues teenagers face.  School work was harder, that didn’t bother her; social standing, she didn’t have problems there; but body consciousness, that was an issue; peer pressure to start dating, that was a major concern.  Sure, she’d had crushes, been asked out by boys, but either she’d turn them down, or never really pursed such relationships because she didn’t want them to see the scars.  She had worked so hard to build a decent reputation for herself but there was always that anxiety that the wrong person would find out about her past and stigmatize her for it or worse… 

When Levy started dating a boy named Gajeel, she encouraged Lucy to do the same, “We could double date.”

“I don’t know Levy, most of the guys seem to only be interested in…. and I don’t want anyone to see… you know what.” 

“You just need to find the right guy Lu, I know he’s somewhere out there.”

“I hope so too.”

“What about the one from your chemistry class that often smiles at you, he seems nice.”

“You mean Natsu?  Yeah, I think he’s hot but I don’t know much about him.”

“According to Cana and Lis, he was adopted when he was a baby but he doesn’t let that bother him.  They said he’s a really sweet guy, but never had a girlfriend ‘cause he said he’s looking for someone special.  Makes me think he’s not like the typical guys we know.”

“Still, I don’t know…”

“Aaaand…” she drags out the word, “…they said, he asked about you…”

“He asked them about me?!”

Levy grins, “Yup, asked them what were you really like, you know nice, mean, blah blah, blah.  And when they told him you were sweet, he asked if you were single.”

Lucy’s face lights up with a tinge of pink.  “So, what they tell him?!”

“Of course they said you are.”


“And what, they said he just smiled and left it at that.” 

“Great so what does it all mean?”

“I have no idea Lu; my crystal ball is broken.”

“Ha, ha.  Very funny Levy.”

“I’m sure you’ll find out eventually.  So, wanna go to the mall after school?”

“Sure, I’ve been wanting to check out the summer collection at Forever 21, but I’m supposed to see my therapist at 3.”

“Why don’t you meet me there afterwards, the sessions only like 30 minutes right?”

“Yeah, I can get to the mall by 4, I’ll text you when I arrive.”

“Great.  I’ll see you then.”

Lucy’s feeling great after her therapy session.  Routinely it’s just a check-up by the doctor to make sure everything is going fine in the girl’s life, and aside from a few minor things, all is running smoothly.  Arriving at the mall, she gets onto the escalator and starts texting Levy.

‘Just got here, heading up to the food court now.’

‘I’m by the Cold Stone Creamery.’

‘See you in a mi..’  So focused on the screen Lucy doesn’t realize she’s at the end of the escalator; she trips and starts to fall backwards.  A startled scream involuntarily erupts from her only to cut off seconds later.  “Oomp!” as she lands on something, or rather on someone…

“Hey are you okay?”  Asks a sexy voice as he helps her off the moving stairs.

“I, yeah, thanks to…”  her voice trailing off when she looks up and sees pink hair.  Her cheeks instantly turn red, “Thanks to you I’m okay.”   

“It was my pleasure,” the boy gives her a cheeky grin.  “You’re Lucy right?  From chemistry class?”

She nods, “And y-your Natsu.” 

“What brings you to the mall today?”

“Oh, I um am meeting my friend Levy at the food court.”

“Mind if I walk with you, I was heading that way too.”


He sticks out his left arm, “Shall we?”  Blushing again, she weaves her arm through the crook of his.  ‘He’s such a gentleman!’  After a couple minutes of walking he breaks the silence.  “You know Luce, it’s funny I ran into you today ‘cause there was something I wanted to ask you.” 

She tenses a little, remembering her conversation earlier with Levy.  “Oh?”  she mutters, “What did you want to ask me?”

“Are you free Saturday night?”

“I-I um…”

“Yes, she is.”  Levy appears in front of them.  Lucy blinks her eyes and looks around them, she hadn’t realized they were already at the Food court. 

“I-I am?”  is all Lucy can manage to stammer out.

“Yes, you are.”  Levy turns to Natsu, “Be good to my friend or I’ll sick your cousin on you.” 

Natsu salutes Levy, “Yes ma’am!” 

Tch, Smart ass.”  She turns and winks at Lucy who’s still a bit flabbergasted, “Lu, I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”  And skips away smirking.

“Sh-she planned this, didn’t she??”

“Huh,” Natsu turns to the girl who’s still holding onto his arm and runs his right hand nervously through his hair, “Oh yeah sorry, I was nervous about approaching you so she and my cousin set up this meeting.”


“Gajeel.  She didn’t tell you he’s my cousin?”  Lucy shakes her head.  “Well um… are you still hungry, where would you like to eat at?”  When she doesn’t respond he teases her.  “Luce I’m not gonna bite ya.”

“Err,” she bites her lower lip and looks at the options around her, “how about Arby’s.”

“Arby’s it is!” 

For the next 3 hour’s the pair sits in a booth at the food court.  Long after having finished their meals, the two had found a lot to talk about and the longer this went on for the more at ease Lucy felt around the young man.  It wasn’t until the mall was ready to close that they finally made their way out. 

Parting at the front entrance, “So Luce, I’ll see you in school tomorrow?”

“Yup,” she smiles.  “If you want to, we always meet at the picnic tables in the front around 7 to chill before school starts.”

“Count me in,” he takes her hand and kisses it.  “Good night Lucy.”

She blushes, “Good night Natsu.”


It’s been 6 months since their first date and the young couple have become inseparable.  Even Levy is surprised on how quickly her friend let Natsu into her inner space, that’s not something she’s ever done before with a guy.  At first, she was a bit protective, always checking on them, always reminding Natsu that he ‘better not hurt her friend or else…’  But eventually she realized that there really was something special developing and could only hope that Lucy wouldn’t have another episode.  But true to his word, those fears were becoming a distant memory.


To mark their 1 year anniversary, Natsu takes Lucy out to dinner and a movie, then to his house to relax.  While his parents are downstairs in the living room, the couple head up to his bedroom and throw on some music.  But this always makes Lucy a little nervous, things had been going well with Natsu, and even though he’s never pushed her into anything uncomfortable, in the back of her mind she always worried.  They’ve made out a few times but he’s always respected her boundaries, never tried to grope at her, so she was torn.  She was falling hard for the young man and wanted to go further, but her fears always got in the way.  Levy and her therapist had started encouraging her to open up to Natsu, that he deserved the truth and if he truly cared about her he’d understand.  So, with Levy on call tonight, she planned to do just that.

Sitting on his bed, the couple are making out.  “Natsu…”  she whispers through the kisses.

“Yes Luce?”  he whispers back

“I need to tell you something.” 

He stops kissing her and cups her cheeks.  “You can tell me anything Luce.”  And pecks her lips again.

Her eyes glaze over.  “It’s um…” she sighs, “difficult for me to talk about my past and um… problems… and I’m really grateful that you’ve been so patient, never pushing me but I, I think it’s time I be honest with you.”

“Babe, if it’s too painful, you don’t need to do tell me…”

“No, I need to do this.”  She takes a deep breath… “I think it’ll be easier if I start from the beginning.” …and stands up.  Pacing next his bed as he listens intently to her ramble.  “My mother died from cancer when I was little and my dad was distant… no I believe he blamed me for her death like somehow I made her sick.  By the time I was 7, I was very depressed and I started to do things like cut myself to dull the pain…”  Tears start to trickle down her face.  “I was homeschooled, had no friends, no one to talk to…  I was so lonely.”  He reaches out and squeezes her hand to try and reassure her; this kind act makes her smile a little.  “Finally, on my 9th birthday when he forgot all about it I had a full nervous breakdown and tried to kill myself by overdosing on pain killers.”  She sees Natsu’s face cringe, but he squeezes her hand again.  “It was my nanny that found me and rushed me to the hospital; they said if I hadn’t been found I would have died within 30 minutes.”  She exhales again.  “After this my dad was forced to realize I had a problem and that’s when I started therapy, even our relationship got a little better.”  Natsu smiles.  “I was enrolled in public school as part of the therapy and Levy was the first friend I made.  It’s really thanks to her that I’m a lot better than I was before… She’s the only other person that knows the truth about me…”

“Lucy,” he pats the bed and she sits, “many of us have issues that we try to hide from the world or rather not think about.  Everyone thinks that I’m okay with having been adopted because I act like it doesn’t bother me but the truth is it took me a few years to accept it.  I wondered why my birth mom didn’t want me anymore.”  Exhale, “The adoption agency wouldn’t tell us anything so I just hoped that she had had a good reason, maybe she was a teenage mother who realized she couldn’t take care of me properly and rather me find a good home.  But luckily for me, I had supportive adoptive parents that made sure I felt loved and wanted, and eventually I realized it didn’t matter how my life started out, only what became of it.”

Lucy smiles and rubs his hand, “I don’t know what’s worse to deal with sometimes, the emotional or physical scars.  With cutting myself, the physical pain helped to dull out the emotional ones for short periods of time… But that created a new problem for me, it left me with a few physical scars that I’m… ashamed of.”

“Come here,” he pulls her onto his lap and wraps his arms around her.  “Do you know what attracted me to you?”  She shakes her head.  “I could tell there was something unique about you.  Not only are you beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well.  And now knowing that you had been hiding all this pain yet was still able to somehow shine through tells me I was right; Lucy you truly are special.”

“You really think so?” her eyes twinkle

He nods and kisses her cheek.  “Will you show me your scars?”

She takes a deep breath and moves off his lap to turn and face him.  “I-I’d need to take off some of my clothes.”  He nods, gets off the bed, locks the door to his room, and returns to her side.  Slightly trembling, and with a blush to her cheeks for this is the first time she’s ever revealed her whole body to anyone, let alone a boy; she pulls her top off and capri’s leaving her in just a bra and panties.  Slowly she points them out, a few on her upper arms, these had been hidden by sleeves, a few on her abdomen between her navel and just under her boobs, and a few on her upper thighs.  “Now you know why I wear the kind of clothes I wear…”

He looks closer at the scars, trailing his fingers along some of them.  “Luce, I’m so sorry you had to go through this…” he has moisture in his eyes.  “But these…” he runs his fingers along the ones on her arm, “don’t make me love you any less.”

“Y-you l-love me?” she stammers

“Yes.” He grins.  “And not just like you.  I mean I’ve fallen head over heels in love with you, the sweet side, the crazy side, every part of you.” 

“Natsu…” she tears up more.

His smile brightens, “I think these could be like your badges of honor, to remind you that while life can be difficult at times you can survive and you can move on.  It may have taken you a few years to get to this point but this also gives you the ability to understand human nature in a way that most people will never fully comprehend.”

She cocks her head to the side, “I don’t understand.”

“You were lucky to have found a good therapist, and a good friend to help you through it but many therapists aren’t as good, or many patients just don’t trust them because in the patients mind they think, ‘how do you really know what I’m feeling?’  But when someone who has genuinely been through what they are going through tells them there is a light at the end of the tunnel, that is more powerful than anything a therapist can quote from a text book.”

“Wow…  I never thought of it that way.” Her face lights up, “How do you know so much about therapists?”

“I’ve been through a few too.  When I was younger I didn’t cut myself but I got into a lot of fights, I guess to let the anger out, and that’s where some of my scars come from.”

“Natsu, thank you for being so understanding…”

He caresses her cheek, “I just wanna see you happy Luce.” He kisses her softly, “I’d spend the rest of my life trying to keep a smile on your face…”


10 years later…  Dr. Lucy Dragneel PsyD opens a new practice in Magnolia specializing in child psychology.  Hung prominently above her desk is a sign; ‘Scars tell a story.  They are reminders of when life tried to knock you down… But failed.’

The Devil’s Wives, Part Two

Part One

“So, according to her mother, you were alerted first to Bridget’s pregnancy?”

I had gone into the staff room for coffee and Principal Dudley cornered me in here with a blank face. Being ‘let go’ was looking quite likely at the moment. I was careful to keep my voice level. “Not in the office, I was off hours,” I responded. My only defense.

“Good. I’ll use that as your excuse not to get you in trouble.” Dudley poured himself a cup of the coffee before dumping enough sugar in the cup to turn it into a syrup. He took a sip and seemed content with the sugary mixture. “… Off the record, I would’ve done the same.”

I sighed with relief. “Thank you, sir.” He might’ve been a stickler for the rules, but at least Dudley wasn’t an ass like so many of the other bureaucrats that thought they knew how the education system for teenagers was supposed to work.

That was the end of that. I tried to do more Facebook stalking but Bridget’s posts had come to a sudden halt. Couldn’t figure out if the father had been located but I didn’t want to know. Perhaps the fact that Bridget didn’t remember a thing was for the best. Can’t find someone you didn’t know the face of was the impossible task. And what sort of dick head college boy would step up as the father?

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we’ll take the best parts of ourselves and make them gold

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 of 6 | a collaboration with @frenchibi

Tooru has a dream.

It’s been with him for as long as he can remember, really - the beginnings of it aren’t clear in his mind, hazy like so many childhood memories become with time, but he knows the thought it was born from, because it’s a thought that governs most of his choices.

He remembers running through fields of gold, remembers laughter and stories, shared and discarded in equal parts in days that seemed endless, in limitless hope and wide-eyed wonder, in excitement and opportunities.

He remembers wooden swords and shields, carved carefully by a man he loved like his own father - gifts that fueled dreams.

But most of all, he remembers warmth - and a face, clear as day, to go with the feeling of a hand holding his. A face, a grin, toothy and wide, freckles like stars.

“When I grow up, I’m going to be a knight!”

He remembers listening, with bated breath, to this boy’s stories of grand adventure, and to his promises. We’ll go there, together!

It’s a dream, yes, but it’s also a decision, when they beg their parents for permission to leave.

It’s a long ride away, and the choice of a lifetime. It means never look back, it means know who you are and remember where you came from.

It means goodbye, maybe forever, to the rolling hills they called home.

“I just wish you’d let me keep you a little while longer,” is what his mother says. There’s sadness in her eyes, but hope in her voice. Tooru will learn, later, that she always knew she would have to let go. That her son would always strive for greater things, bigger things, larger than her life could provide.

When his journey begins, Tooru isn’t afraid. He’s got a hand clasping his and a dream in his heart, and enough determination to carry him there.

He knows it won’t be easy - but he’s never alone.

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