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Sitter

dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

You’re spending spring break alone at home while your father is five thousand miles away when all of sudden, you fall sick. Enter Joel Miller: your father’s buddy, sent by him to check on you.

Warnings: 18+, age gap (reader is in college, Joel in his early 50s), no outbreak, no mother in the picture but your father has a named girlfriend (sorry), no bra household, dry humping, footjob while watching SpongeBob, oral (m and f receiving).

Word count: 6.8k

“Dad,” your voice is hoarse like it has just come out from a dying goose, and you spend the next five seconds trying to clear your throat.

“So like, I’m… sick, kinda, but it’s not really bad, so—” A train of coughs that feels like they are going to tear your lungs apart. “—sorry about that. It’s nothing. Don’t worry too much, don’t even think about it. I just wanted to let you know.” Another coughing fit. “Okay. Have fun, I love you.”

You click your phone screen and let the voicemail find its way to your father’s ancient block of telecommunication. It’s 11 p.m. for you, 5 a.m. in Tuscany, you calculate with your fingers. You might be wrong. Either way, your father is probably asleep. He had been away for a couple of days with his girlfriend Amy for her nephew's wedding. And they plan to spend another week there, because it’s their anniversary, and Amy had always wanted to go to Italy.

“Will you be okay?” your father asked, apologetic. He leaned onto your bedroom door’s frame while you were unpacking your backpack.

“Yeah, Dad, what am I, eight? Go.” you laughed lightheartedly.

“It’s just you came down here from school and then I go, you know. I wish you’d said yes and come with us.”

“And third-wheeling you and Amy for ten days?” you giggled. “Dad, it’s okay. Come on. We’ll still have the weekend together when you come back.”

You heard Amy call for your father from downstairs, followed by a question about his dress shirt. You grinned, gesturing for him to go.

“Me and Amy will make sure the fridge is full, okay?” he says, voice fading as he steps down the stairs. You shook your head. You’ve survived on dry ramens and day-old coffees in college. You would be okay. Right?

Loud buzzer sound. The game show on the TV you put on to distract yourself from the fever is not doing a good job. You try to focus, but the noises coming out of it sound muffled, and the colors are just so bright and saturated that they make your head spin. You click on mute before slamming the remote on the coffee table, and it lands safely on some crumpled Kleenex. A thermometer is sitting next to the box, the tiny display screen blank. It’s broken, and you make a mental note to scold your father for always keeping faulty things around the house as if he’s going to fix them. A few bottles of pills you fished out of your father’s medicine cabinet to at least ease your aching muscles are toppled next to a half-empty Nyquil Nighttime Relief bottle with its cap screwed but crooked.

You second-guess your decision to let your father know that you’re unwell. But again, he hates surprises, so letting him know that he might find your rotting corpse in front of his TV when he gets back is, perhaps, doing him a favor.

It’s dark in the living room, and the leather couch is sticking to your sweaty leg. You should probably put sweatpants and a hoodie on instead of biker shorts and a stretched out shirt that looks more like a rag than a proper clothing item. But climbing the stairs now? No, thank you.

You shift your body, trying to find the best position to fall asleep in since the wrong angle seems to block your nasal passage. A groan leaves your throat when you can’t pull the fleece blanket to cover your body. You find out you are sitting on both ends of it. To hell with it.

You blink slowly. The Nyquil seems to start working. Can’t sneeze or cough if you’re knocked out, you think. You close your eyes, the colors from the TV somehow find their way in and flash washed-out red, white, yellow behind your eyelids. You’re too tired to reach for the remote.

Maybe you’ll feel better when you wake up.

You jolt when something cold makes contact with your forehead. Within microseconds, you yeet the thing away hysterically, hitting yourself in the process. The thing flies and lands on the wooden floor with a wet, thwap sound.

“Easy, easy,”

If it was just a little bit not so sudden and confusing and designed to constrict your blood vessels until your organs fail, you would have yelped. You nearly snap your neck trying to find the source of the voice, and your tense shoulders fall as quickly as they were raised when you notice the familiar face belonging to a broad frame standing next to the couch.

It’s Joel Miller.

Of course it’s him. Your father likely has him on speed dial.

He and your father go way back. Went to the same school, crushed on the same girls, hit the same bong, and so on. They were even in a band together. Your father has pictures of them from years ago, with greasy hair, earrings, bass and drumsticks in their hands. Cringe.

Well, just your father. Not Joel though.

You haven’t seen him in like, what, a year? And yet he looks good as ever. Well, Joel has always looked good his whole life. When you saw the pictures of him from high school you thought, Oh Fuck, I Would Totally Have A Crush On This Guy. And then you had to sit in silence and ponder, because, well, you are having a crush on this guy. Sort of. Maybe.

He bends over to pick up the thing you just yeeted on the floor, which is apparently a washcloth, and dunk it in a basin on the side table, which is now clean from all the stuff that was previously there.

“Joel,” you chirp. “Hi.”

“Hey.” he smiles as he squeezes the washcloth. Beads of water come trickling down his knuckles back to the basin, gleaming in front of the still-turned-on TV. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. What time is this?” you straighten up, rummaging around the blanket to find your phone to no avail.

“One-thirty. Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. Your old man asked me to check on you." He folds the cloth in two and dab it before stepping closer and pressing it against your forehead, nice and cold. His other hand supports your head from the back, basically cradling your skull.

“Your front door was unlocked when I came in.” says Joel, as if you are capable of digesting any kind of information at the moment. “You shouldn’t do that.”

“Sorry,” you say sheepishly. “And sorry my Dad made you come here. You didn’t have to, it’s not so bad.”

“Come on, it’s only a ten minute drive. ‘S okay. I checked your forehead. Not too bad, but still a fever, y’know. You took the Nyquil?”

The thought of Joel Miller touching your forehead with his palm in the dark while you were asleep somehow makes the neurons in your brain stop interlinking for a second. Were you sleeping with your mouth open the whole time? You knew you did fall asleep that way since you couldn’t breathe through your nose. Man.

“I did.” you nod, shaking the thought away. You feel your lungs tighten, though. Another coughing fit incoming.

“Good,” Joel presses his hand to your forehead again as if trying to make sure the wet washcloth is properly glued onto your face. The soft pressure disrupts your composure and you cough like a machine gun submerged in a container full of Elmer’s glue, hacking up thick mucus up your throat. Joel leaves your side with hurried steps and, within seconds, somehow has a paper cup under your chin for you to spit into.

You try to grab the cup, flustered, but he doesn’t let go and instead helps you sit up straight, patting your back.

“Spit.” he says as you wheeze with phlegm in your mouth like an imbecile. You awkwardly grab his wrist for support and spit the mucus out into the cup. Soon you’ll realize how foolish it is to grab someone’s wrist using the same hand you used to cover your mouth while coughing. The string of saliva takes a ridiculously long time to break free from your lips, but Joel is unfazed. He takes a glance at the mucus, likely checking the color and consistency.

“Thanks,” you blink rapidly, still processing.

“You wanna go to urgent care?” Joel asks.

“Nu-uh,” you shake your head. “I’m okay, I promise. I feel a lot better already.”

“It’s probably just a bug,” he pats your back again before walking to the kitchen to dispose of the cup. “How long has it been going on?”

You wait until he comes back because you don’t think you can speak loud enough for him to be able to hear you from the kitchen without tearing your throat apart. Joel thinks you didn’t hear him the first time and is about to repeat his question when you say, “Uh, it got progressively worse last night.” you realize how serious that sounds and quickly add, “But not like, worse worse. I mean, compared to,”

“And before that?”

“Just a scratchy throat.”

He looks like he’s mentally taking notes with arms folded in front of his stomach. It’s the first time that night you take a full look at him under the glow of the muted TV. You can’t really make the colors out, but he’s wearing a dark t-shirt under an unbuttoned flannel shirt and jeans. He’s keeping his beard kind of thin compared to the last time you saw him, but still the same, well-tended mustache that makes a strong presence over his lips. You can’t help but notice the graying strands of hair that stick out among his dark, messy hair, complimenting him so well. You are pretty sure the ratio between light to dark hair has been shooting up this year. You like it.

And his eyes. They’re rich, and dark, and the fact that he furrows half of the time that it creates permanent dents between his eyebrows just makes him ridiculously hotter.

The mucus factory must be working overtime tonight because you can feel the slight slippery feeling of lubrication where you’re sitting. Fucking stupid, you think, read the room.

All of sudden, a lightning flashes, lighting up your surroundings before the grumbling roar of thunder follows through. For a second, you can make out the shapes and silhouettes of everything in the room like a photograph. Joel fits rightly in the left third of this main piece in your mind exhibition. You wish you could take screenshots with your eyes and keep it to admire later.

Joel glances out the window. Heat lightning reveals the blobs of clouds outside, and the strong wind is starting to blow debris to rattle the windows. He shifts his focus on you again. “Did you eat?”

“I’m okay,” you shrug. Storm is coming, Joel better go home before it gets worse.

He chuckles. “Yes or no?”

That chuckle tickles something deep inside of you. You smile shyly. “Yes, Joel. I’m okay.”

Joel stares at you, and you are pretty sure he senses that you did not, in fact, eat dinner. “I’m starvin’, actually,” he gets up and takes his flannel shirt off, and then tosses it on the couch before making his way towards the kitchen. You scream internally at the sight of his biceps like a deranged fangirl.

“Mind if I take a look in the fridge?” he yells while opening the fridge door. Just being polite. He knows your father will let him dismantle the house and take the pieces home if he wants to.

You free the tangled blanket from around your legs, only noticing now how under your old, sweat-dampened, Marlin Club shirt, your nipples are as erect as fireman’s poles. Was it the temperature, Joel, or both, you can’t conclude.

Joel whistles when he finds that the fridge is full. He grabs a can of beer and pops it open, studying the contents of the fridge and thinking of what he can cook for you as he gulps the beer down.

You follow him to the kitchen, jump to sit on the kitchen island as Joel grabs some produce off the fridge and sets them next to you. He looks at you, blinks a couple of times, then occupies himself with the food cabinet over the counter. You try to be helpful by unwrapping the basil and cherry tomatoes.

“So, how’s school?” Joel breaks the silence as he washes his hands. “And don’t just say okay, please.”

“You got me there,” you laugh. “Nothing really amusing, really.”

Then a few more superficial, classic-catching-up questions while you both prepare the pesto. Joel asks about the trip to Italy, how your father mentioned proposing to Amy soon, what do you think about that. You ask about his brother Tommy, work, and the average cost to renovate a room, to which Joel answers in detail really nicely. Then come the usual do-you-remember-when stories, melting down the strange and awkward atmosphere between the two of you. Laughters fill up the room. It’s fun and familiar.

“Did you remember when you used to call me Uncle Joel?” Joel sneers as he tosses a pan to the sink. “You used to be so nice and polite.”

“I was like six!” You snorted. “And you can’t even pay me to call you that again, Joel.”

Then, the once-your-pops-and-I anecdotes. You’ve heard some of them from your own father’s mouth, but you still listen to Joel’s versions eagerly anyway.

At one point, you start to cough again so Joel instructs you to just sit down on the counter. You don’t complain—it means you can just sit back and watch him from the back and imagine how it would feel to run your fingers through his hair.

When Joel stirs the pasta with the pesto sauce, the weather has gone full-blown insane out there.

“You should stay the night,” you try to sound as nonchalant as possible. His presence is sending arrays of erroneous signals to your reproductive organs, which will most likely result badly if he stays, but how can you let him drive home in this kind of weather?

Joel hands you a fork and pushes a plate of fusilli for you to eat. “Eh, we’ll see,” he shrugs. “I don’t mind drivin’ through a storm, but I can’t just leave you alone if you don’t feel well.”

“Dad told me you got a folded chair smashed through your windshield last summer.” You take a bite, the thick sauce coats your tastebuds and you groan in satisfaction, even though you can’t really taste it to the fullest because of your stuffy nose.

“Oh, yeah, that.” Joel chuckles. “I was lucky it aimed for the shotgun.”

He eats standing up across you, one elbow on the counter. When you both finish the meal, he takes your plate and starts washing the dishes. You tell him to do it later, and then offer your help, and he says no to both. You insist on drying the dishes anyway, standing side by side with him.

After the very late dinner, you two retreat to the living room. Joel asks you to take some medication again and you decline, stating that you feel better already.

“Headstrong, ain’t ya?” Joel sighs. “Okay, sleep then. Wanna sleep in your bed?”

“Not really sleepy,” you shake your head. “Feel free to take Dad’s bed, by the way. You have work in the morning, right?”

“Nah, I’m alright by the couch.” Joel scoots to make room for his legs and lies on his back, groaning like every other old person when they finally get to be horizontal. His feet are dangling on one side, his head on the opposite armrest. You take the old recliner that doesn’t even recline anymore near Joel’s feet, facing both the TV and Joel at an angle.

The TV is still on, showing the same game show but already on a later season. You unmute it and watch it together with Joel for five minutes before you realize that none of you has laughed yet, and you ask Joel if he wants to watch a movie instead. He says why not.

You open a streaming service and browse for movies on the home page. Joel probably likes action and other classic old man genre types. You pretend to read some of the summaries and see if Joel perks up at one of them, but he doesn’t seem to really care about the TV.

“I don’t know what to watch,” you admit. “Do you wanna pick the movie?”

Truth is, Joel can’t give a single shit about no goddamn movie. He’s been distracted by so many thoughts in his mind. But he gestures for you to scroll back up anyway. “Let’s see the trending ones.”

You stop at a tally of newly released and currently popular films at the top of the page, giving Joel a chance to read about them before moving to the next one.

“This one looks excitin’.” Joel points at the screen. The poster shows a man in classic Viking attire, staring intently at the viewer with striking blue eyes. Some kind of pelt is draped over his shoulders. His hands are on top of each other, resting on a sword handle, the blade facing the earth. Dried mud and blood are splattered over his face and armor. The Conquest, it says. You don’t recognize the actors listed. The summary says something about revenge, passion, blood, power, blah blah. You click play.

The movie opens with a battle scene. The movie looks like it runs out of lighting budget, and you need to squint to be able to tell what they are actually doing. Nothing can be heard except grunts and blades clashing. You look over at Joel to see his expression, but he’s looking at you. He quickly averts his gaze back to the screen.

Twenty minutes pass, and none of you are really paying attention to the plot. Not until the main guy enters a wooden tub filled with steaming hot water with his asscheeks out, and then a woman enters the scene with nothing but a thin white veil covering her body. She drops the cloth and joins him. The warm light from the torches is highlighting her breasts.

“Woah,” you look at Joel again, but he says nothing, but you can see his Adam’s apple moving awkwardly.

They kiss, and he grabs her bosom with his humongous palms and knead them. Then he buries his face between them, with the woman kissing the top of his head. After what feels like a millenia, he lifts her lower half from the water, and then puts her down to sit on the edge of the tub before performing cunnilingus. She moans.

You start to feel a pool of heat brewing inside of you. This feels invasive of their privacy, somehow, with no soundtrack added, just fire crackling and water splashing and erotic moaning.

Joel clears his throat. “Uh, maybe we shouldn’t watch this,”

“You’re the one who picked the movie.” you say, eyes fixated on the screen.

“Well, it didn’t say nothin’ about eatin’ a lady out in the summary.”

He reaches for the remote and turns the TV off, leaving only the sound of rain hitting your window in your eardrums.

“Hey,” you whine. “That’s not nice. I didn’t say yes.”

“It’s late. Go to sleep.” Joel folds his arms over his chest, partly staying warm, partly because he’s so flustered he doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He then closes his eyes, knowing damn well he’s far from feeling tired let alone fall asleep.

“We’re both adults anyways,” you mutter, but Joel doesn’t move. He’s probably actually tired.

Your gaze is affixed on him. He surely doesn’t look like he’s sleeping in peace right now but he’s still handsome nonetheless. His old shirt is a tad bit too tight around his biceps. You can see the protruding veins beautifully decorating his arms and hands. His legs are slightly crossing with one ankle on top of another, and his breath is steady. He’s gorgeous.

In your wildest dreams, you would jump to straddle Joel, and he would grab your hips and fuck you to death. Is it bad that your immune system is fighting one of the worst battles in your life, and yet your number one priority is somehow to get laid, by this man specifically? It’s both excruciating and foolish.

The movie you just saw doesn’t help, either. In fact, it makes everything worse. Your mind keeps wandering back to it, the way the man eats the woman out, and then back to Joel, imagining the top of his head would look like when he eats you out. Fuck. You know that if you don’t get to touch this man in the next 30 minutes, you are either going to combust or burn everything in the vicinity.

You close your eyes, try to do the mindfulness practice you once saw in a magazine. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. You repeat “Release me from this earthly desire” in your head like a rookie buddhist wizard trying to cast a spell with a broken wand. You ball your fists in your lap so hard the joints start to hurt.

It’s not working.

Your mind keeps wandering back to different scenarios, different positions, different spots around the house. Low grunts, fingertips pressing your sides, tongue between your lips…

You can’t do it anymore. You need release. You need to at least be able to feel something, a little reward for your throbbing clit. Trying your best to be as casual as possible, you pull your folded legs closer to your body, your left heel even closer to your biker-short-covered cunt, and shift your body weight on it.

The pleasure that has been building up there bursts like a balloon. You sigh.

There are two things that Joel is not: young, and oblivious.

Oh, he is totally aware of what’s happening. You are not doing a good job trying to be subtle. From the non-stop staring, to the constant fidgeting, to the borderline sexual sighs, to the hard nipples, Joel knows you are going through something that is completely different from just being ill.

And he totally understands. He’s been there, done that. There was a time when his back wasn’t hurting and his face hadn’t been ‘graced’ with crow’s feet and age spots yet, when his hormones were at all-time high and his blood liked nothing more than flowing to his cock recklessly at the slightest inducement. He understands what you are going through.

So when you start grinding yourself onto your left heel followed by soft moans, he is not exactly surprised, just mostly in awe of your debauched audacity.

That is too much, even for him. He clears his throat, hoping you’d catch the hint and stop for good. But you don’t, and your eyes are closed and your eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, and your hips are moving slowly, sensually, chasing something, the sight of it stirs something up in his guts.

It is vulgar, and most importantly indecent in every way, but Joel can feel his own arousal creeping up no matter how hard he tries to convince himself that it is not happening.

He calls your name. Your body responds faster than the critically thinking part of your brain and you stop like you just got cursed by Medusa.

You can physically feel your heart drop to your ass. Your neck moves stiffly to find his eyes like a broken animatronic. “Yeah?” you croaked.

“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doin’?”

You blink. Deny? Act stupid? Admit? Deny, deny. Wait, deny? No, act stupid.

“What… Do you mean?” you say, and you realize that you chose the dialogue option that actually sounds the dumbest.

Joel clicks his tongue. “Might as well hump me if you want it that much.”

Wait, what? Your eyes light up. “Really?”

Joel stares at you in genuine perplexity before lifting one hand up to massage his temples. He takes a deep breath, and in the softest way possible—like telling a puppy she can’t eat electronic parts—sighs, “No.”

“Oh,” you cover your mouth. “I thought you meant—“

“Yeah, yeah. My bad.” he sighs again, sounding significantly more frustrated. He then uses his hands to support himself to a sitting position, composing himself.

Silence. You don’t dare to look at Joel, but your cunt keeps pulsing like a metal detector. You understand that the beeping—desire—will not die down unless you get the valuable artefact from the bronze age—Joel—in your hand. Is this time to be bold and brash?

“Joel,” you call, and you can swear that was not a sober decision, but the stage curtains have been pulled back, and you are pushed to the stage to play your part.

“Hm?”

“What if… I hump you anyway?” you stand up, and your knees are slightly buckling but you act tough and bold regardless.

Joel’s jaws opens and stays slightly agape for a while before he says, “That fever is really messin’ with your brain, huh? Sit down.”

“You’re bricked up, Joel.” you accuse. You don’t actually know for sure since Joel keeps a hand on his lap to cover his crotch, but Joel gulps. Gotcha.

“Unrelated to you.” he hissed in defense.

You scoff.

“Joel, please,” you grouse, voice cracking and desperate. “I want this so bad.” you whisper as you take slow, threatening steps towards Joel until your crotch is not even an inch away from his knee. “I want you so bad.”

“This ain’t right, kid.” Joel puts a hand on the outer side of your arm, and it’s worth pointing out that he’s shaking. “You know that.”

Joel doesn’t tell you that he’s battling demons in his head, and he’s currently losing. A million impulses are catapulting burning boulders onto the gate of his conscience, and all he got is one bleeding, sickly troop with a chipped wooden sword. But he puts his best stern expression despite the fact that his body is betraying him.

He could leave now. Push you away. Clear his head. Come back later. Or not come back at all.

But he knows he doesn’t want to. He can hear his blood rushing and his heart singing battle cry. Not to mention his cock, hard and nearly burns a hole through his jeans.

A long pause. You want to push him further, but you know you don’t need to. The black marlin printed on your shirt does a worthless attempt at distracting Joel from your hard nipples, putting him into a trance.

Joel takes a deep breath. He knows he has lost. “You can help yourself, that’s all,” he nods, more trying to convince himself rather than talking to you. “Just to make you shut up and get rest. That’s it.”

That’s an unenthusiastic barf-colored green light, but it is a green light nonetheless.

You put your hands on Joel’s shoulder before putting your left knee next to his right leg and lower yourself down onto his thigh, while your other knee rests in front of his crotch and presses onto his raging hard-on. Your cunt pulsates in pleasure upon contact, and you let out a gasp. Joel anxiously places his hands on your sides to keep you steady, one thumb ‘accidentally’ brushing your nipple, earning a whine. You lock gaze with him, and start moving.

The friction sends buzzes up your head. You make each grind count, and every single one feels like heaven despite the layers of fabric between your cunt and his beefy thigh. Moans and Joel’s name spill from your lips indeliberately, and he tightens his grip on your body until his fingertips turn white as if you would fly away with a gust of wind if he doesn’t. If you weren’t so absorbed in your own pleasure, you would’ve noticed how shallow and rapid Joel’s breath has become. It turns him on watching you getting off because of him, using him, how your eyelids flutter and your pupils are having a hard time staying in place.

Joel wants to break free from his denim, badly. While he consciously thought, planned, and stated that he’s doing what he’s doing only for your satisfaction and be done with it, it isn’t exactly nice having your kneecap pushing button-flies shaped caves on his crotch repeatedly. Especially not when his cock, which probably has its own brain, has been begging to be taken care of, too.

You, on the other side, are having the best time of your life. As your climax is building up in your south region, you smile at Joel, who smiles back. His hand leaves your ribs briefly to brush the hair that is sticking to your sweaty forehead away from your face.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod weakly. “So good, Joel, so good,”

For a moment there you consider kissing him. His face is merely two inches away from you, and he looks ravishing, all sweaty and blushing. And how you just want to have your tongue inside his mouth, his lips all over yours sloppily. But that feels like overstepping boundaries, like a whole uncharted area you can’t cross, spreading the flu aside. You opt to put your chin on his shoulder instead, trying to focus on your orgasm.

“I want to see your face,” Joel says in your ear, his beard grazing your cheek. Takes you three whole seconds to process that, and when you do, it tingles your core. Before you can answer, he continues, “You’re so beautiful like this.”

You pull back, meeting his gaze with flushing cheeks. You don’t know what to say, and maybe you don’t have to. You continue to be dumbfounded when Joel stops your motion and helps you to stand up.

“Hold on,” he says as he undoes the buttons of his jeans. “I need to take these off.”

He quickly kicks the jeans off his legs, revealing a dark gray boxer briefs under. A wet patch adorns the bulge right in the center. He then manspreads and gestures for you to come back onto him, to which you comply. “C’mere,” he says, “I need to feel you on me.”

You straddle him, positioning your cunt right on his cock, and on everybody and their mother, it feels good. No, it feels right. Joel lets out a groan that cuts into a gasp when you start to grind. “Fuck, yeah,” he grabs your ass, helping you settle on a rhythm.

The contour of Joel’s cock, albeit still covered by the fabric of his boxer briefs, touches every last nerve ending of your cunt in such a different way that his thigh did. You pick your pace up, getting the pleasure to build up again.

“Joel, I’m gonna come,” you moan, voice quivering. You rake your fingers through his hair, your noses almost touching.

“Keep going, baby,” he says through a smile. “Don’t hold back. You sound so pretty.”

The encouragement is shooting up fireworks in your lower belly, and you start making more sounds. You’re close. So close.

“Makin’ me so hard all night, you,”

You whimper as you come, hips convulsing. Time slows down, and it feels like your cunt is pulled towards a strong gravitational force within your own body as you are sinking down a quicksand, all while pleasure forces your brain to reboot itself.

“That’s it, that’s it. There you go. You’re so good.”

Joel holds the back of your head while you’re laying on his chest, limp. When you pull yourself away from him, he presses a palm to your cheek, smiling. “Attagirl.”

When you finally gather yourself, you pull away from Joel, leaving a huge wet spot on where you just had your cunt on, and scoot to the spot next to him on the couch. You are about to lean onto his shoulder when he stands up and picks his jeans up from the floor. He sees the wet trail of arousal you left on the fabric in the thigh area and snickers.

“Damn, kid, you’re practically a snail,” he points to it. “Poor thing.”

You wince. “What are you doing?”

“Puttin’ my pants on?” he answers in the exact same tone, fixing the position of his boxer briefs.

“But you haven’t even come yet!” you protest. “What the fuck? Take them off!”

“That’s not what I agreed to, remember? I help you come so you’ll shut up and sleep. You’ve come, now shut up, and go to sleep.” he lays it out like basic math while you press the base of your palms onto your eyelids, confounded.

“You’re a sick person,” you shake your head, and then point to his crotch. “You’re literally still hard.”

“That has nothin’ to do with anythin’.”

You stare at the open space, like you’re trying to break the fourth wall in a sitcom. Can you believe this guy?

“Joel, your line is ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard.’ Now let’s start again from the top.”

Joel, who’s struggling trying to fit his bulge back in the jeans without hurting it, stops fussing with his button-fly shortly to push your head back—softly—to the couch. “Sleep,” he drags his palm over your face to close your eyelids.

“Joooooel,”

“Your line is ‘Yes, Joel, good night.’”

“Yes, Uncle Joel, good night, Uncle Joel,” you mock as you swiftly jump from the couch and pull his jeans down to his ankle and force him to step out of it. You hear Joel yelling hey, hey, hey as he tries to simultaneously fight you and not hurt you. You throw the pair of pants across the room with all your might and it lands with a loud thud.

“What are your pants made of, steel?”

“What is wrong with you?” he takes a step to fetch it, but you stand up and push him back to the couch. Joel is for sure going easy on you, because if he wanted to, he could definitely launch you through the walls. Instead, he just accepts his fate and stares at the ceiling, defeated.

“Nobody sleeps with jeans on, Joel,” you reach for the TV remote again. “Now let’s watch something again and then sleep.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again.”

“We’re not watching the viking movie again,” you repeat. “We’re watching SpongeBob.”

Joel groans.

“What, you don’t like SpongeBob?”

“Not my era,” Joel says. “I watched Gumby. Tom and Jerry. The Muppet Show.”

“No wonder you act like the heckling old guys.”

“I don’t, but, sure,”

“Oh, you’re more like the eagle. So serious all the time.”

Joel rolls his eyes. You play the first episode of the first season of SpongeBob Squarepants, and the familiar intro begins. You take a look at Joel in the corner of your eyes, how he has one of his forearm on the top of his head, bicep almost as thick as his head. The other hand is resting on his thigh, and you can tell that he’s at least still half-hard. You wonder how he looks under those boxer briefs.

On the screen, Squidward and Mr. Krabs are climbing a post with a sea of raging anchovies under them. Joel’s lips slightly turn upward. Ha, eat that, Mr. Old Cartoon Head.

You shift so that you’re on your back, legs resting on Joel’s lap. He gives you a look, but doesn’t say anything. Minutes later, totally absorbed with SpongeBob pestering his neighbor with a reef blower, he has a hand on your ankle, caressing it without much thought.

They would have written about you in a Greek tragedy the way you’re consumed by greed and lust. When your toes stroke Joel’s bulge, totally by accident and not precalculated at all, you pretend like you’re captivated by the TV. It’s hard and you can definitely discern the ridge of possible veins and the head of his cock.

Joel exhales, sounding so done and tired. “I know you were going to do this,”

But he doesn’t push you away. And that excites you.

You don’t say anything or look away from the screen, but you keep rubbing the outline of his cock, which is now more visible and grows slightly larger, with the space between your big and index toe. Your brain automatically puts the ice clinking in a vase while SpongeBob is getting dry under Sandy’s treedome as background noise to amplify Joel’s restrained grunts.

You like this. You like having Joel wrapped around your finger. Soon after, you withdraw your legs and sit up, causing him to open his eyes over the sudden halt.

You stare at him, bold. “Would you like my mouth?”

Joel nods.

You don’t even wait for a second. Joel helps you take off his boxer briefs, the length of his hard-on springs out like jack-in-the-box. You admire how it looks, how the tip is totally sticky and glistening, before lowering your tongue. Joal lets out a sound akin to a whimper as you let your saliva ooze down the underside of his cock and quickly retrieve it into your mouth using your tongue. He tastes slightly salty, like sweat. And if you could smell better you’d see how hypnotizing his scent is, like calling you to stick his cock down your throat until the world collapses.

“That’s it,” Joel says, out of breath. His cock is now grazing the soft wall of your cheek, and he wonders how experienced you actually are because you definitely don’t act like an amateur. You use one elbow to support yourself, the other one taking turns massaging his balls and the base of his cock.

The only downside of this is that Joel can’t really look at your face. He craves the sight of you, how your lips are wrapped around his cock, and how your cheek is bulging like a squirrel full of him. One of his hands crawls up your back under your shirt, rubbing it before it finds a new target: your breasts. He kneads on one, thumb flicking the bud. You can’t help but moan and take him deeper, sending vibrations from your throat to his cock.

Joel knows he won’t last much longer, and he would very much like to keep this thing going as long as possible. So he asks you to stop, averting your disappointment by lifting up your shirt and sucking on one nipple. He’s surprisingly tender with it, taking his time. You reach a hand to his cock again, trying to at least get him off with your hand, but he pulls your wrists back and locks them on your sides.

“Joel,” you whine. “Fuck me. Please.”

“No can do,” Joel answers as his lips are trailing down to your stomach, where he peppers kisses all over. You scoot backwards and like reading your mind, he tugs the hem of your shorts down to your ankle before yanking it away, revealing your throbbing, desperate cunt. He then dives down, nose pressing against your mound as his tongue explores the new treasure island.

Just like in the movie.

You try to grab on something, anything, but the leather couch does nothing but squeaks, and Joel instinctively laces his fingers with yours. The view of the top of your head is exactly how you imagined it would be. The moans released from your lips are rather loud, especially when Joel creates a suction cup with his lips right on your clit.

“Joel, Joel,” you grasp his hands with all your might. “This is fucking unfair, I’m so— I’m gonna—”

Before you get to finish your sentence, your body already decides that it’s time for another release. Your heels are planted firmly against the couch as your hips lift to the air, and Joel lets go. He kneels before your cunt, pumps himself to oblivion and comes all over you before you get to collect yourself, staining your stomach and breasts. Later you’ll realize that the first spurt went a little bit rogue and landed on your hair.

“Fuck you, man,” you complain, sticking out a middle finger at him. “I was supposed to make you come.”

Joel rests his head on the couch armrest, eyes closed. “You did.”

“I meant technically,” you attempt to nudge him with your leg, but he dodges and stands up to grab the washcloth he used to compress you with earlier. He then wipes your stomach and breasts with it, the cold water making you squirm.

“What now?” you ask when he hands you your clothes.

“Sleep. It’s four in the mornin’.” he says as he puts his stained, sticky, wet boxer briefs on and sits on the recliner. So you can’t drive me mad anymore, he says.

You whine, but you realize that your eyelids are actually very heavy. “Blowjob first time in the morning?” you offer before letting yourself drift off.

“Thought you were s’pposed to be sick.” Joel shakes his head. But he grins.

a/n: Thank you for making it this far!!! ☺ I apologize if there are grammatical errors, misrepresented American school holiday system, and missing important tags/warnings (please let me know!)

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luckykiwiii101 · 1 day ago

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😭😭😭 I ENTERED THE VOID STATE AND IT'S LITERALLY CHANGED MY WHOLE VOCAL CORDS!!! Like, WHOA. 😱 You guys don't even understand. Before all of this, I was a mess. Lemme tell you the full tea.

So like, I used to cry at night, scrolling through Tumblr, seeing everyone else manifesting their dream lives while I was stuck in the same old cycle. 😩 You KNOW the feeling! I even DELETED my Tumblr at one point because I was SO sick of seeing everyone else actually living their dreams, but then I would redownload it like the next day because I couldn't resist!! And then...the whole studying-for-exams thing? LOL don't even get me started. Like, I'd be like "I'll just enter the void state before my exams and manifest straight A's or whatever" (spoiler alert: I didn't.) I'm never really failed any subjects. At least not badly😬

I was starting to get frustrated, right? So then, one day, I was like OKAY, FINE. TIME TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. And that's when I started SATS (State Akin To Sleep). It sounded crazy at first, but honestly, I was down to try anything! (Even while coping with my MADD. Yes I'm one of them. No I'm never getting rid of it.) So I started visualizing my dream life, and LET ME TELL YOU, I GOT SO DETAILED. I was in Velaris with Rhysand (I'm an ACOTAR fan), feeling his WINGS!!! I was literally touching them and just imagining how amazing it would feel to be surrounded by magic and beauty. And I wasn't even thinking about entering the void or anything. I was just feeling the vibezzz. Like, I know that it felt real, and that's what mattered.

Fast forward to a month and 3 weeks of doing SATS (Yes, I skipped some days, but WHO CARES? 😤). And guess what happened? I woke up today, and BOOM! I was in the void! Like, I didn’t even need to know how it happened, it just DID. I just said "Anything i say comes true exactly the way I want it." I said it over and over and over. Until I decided it was enough. Then I thought of leaving, and I was back in my room. Thank goodness I didn't think of leaving when I first entered, because this was literally like a lifetime opportunity I couldn't screw it up.

I actually had to safeguard myself, by saying "I am not impulsive". And the urge to say nonsense just disappeared ✨ That was the first thing I said when I woke up. So I wouldn't say any crazy shit. And so I was sitting there, ready to just start manifesting everything I ever wanted. I even started writing my script. maybe that was just an adrenaline rush.

But here’s the thing...GUYS, NOW THAT I’M HERE....in my room with this "ability"...I’m actually kinda missing my old self. Not the sad, desperate me, but the me who was SUPER EXCITED about just wandering around Velaris at night and dreaming of all this happening. Like, I actually miss that excitement. Looking through Pinterest and seeing the interior of a mansion, and be like "I'll be there soon", seeing pics of tasty food on instagram and saying "I'll eat that soon" I know it sounds crazy, but when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, it’s like...IDK...a little too perfect? 😬

Like, I know this sounds wild— and weird, but it’s TRUE. It's true for me right now. I'm gonna be blunt. The success story is not as exciting when you’re like actually living it, you know? Or maybe it's just me. Like, I’m just over here typing this at 4 AM, feeling kinda melancholic. And kinda (scared). Yes, I wanna enjoy my desires, but... I don't know. I don't want to get too curious and stray from Velaris trying to find out the secret behind ALL of this. For goodness sake, this is crazy!!! My voice is a genie!. It's already bugging me now. I know, I KNOW, this is probably not what you expected from a success story, but I’m being REAL.

I’ve written like 3 pages of my script so far, and I’m just gonna finish it tomorrow. No rush. Because honestly? Rhysand’s not going anywhere. 😉

And YOU can do this too. I know some of you might feel like “Oh, it’s impossible, I keep failing!” but like, just take a second and realize YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. I was stuck too, and look where I am now. Don't look at the part where— I'm kinda ungrateful. But the part where I'm finally gonna meet Rhysand. YOU’RE SO CLOSE. It’s all coming together, trust me! 💖✨

But yeah, it’s 4 AM, I’m gonna go back to bed now, lol. Don’t let the void stress you out, okay? Take it easy. You’ve got this. ✨✌🏼

Also, love you kiwiii💖💖💖💖

SUCCESS STORY

First of all, I’m so happy for you and proud of you. You really put your foot down and gave yourself what you wanted.

I can understand what you mean when you say the success story isn’t exciting when you’re actually living it. But when it’s right in-front of you, it doesn’t feel like this out of reach thing you’ve put on a pedestal anymore. It’s just yours. And it feels normal.

But for some people, I think a big part of that came from the dopamine rush people would feel when they’d tell themselves that they’ll have it one day. And when they have it in the 3D, they just feel peaceful with it because there’s nothing to “chase” anymore.

I agree with most of what you said apart from “you’re so close”. With the law of assumption there is no process. You ARE the void. Anyway enjoy having your desires. I’m really happy for you!!😭 Love you too beautiful ♥️

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bubbbii · 2 days ago

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Early Gift

title : Early Gift

pairing : Jungkook x Reader

genre : kpop smut, bts smut, jungkook smut , very dirty content

warning : doggy style, missionary, spitting, choking, name - calling , dirty talk, hair pulling , edging , christmas sex , scratching , 21+ content

Summary :

“This is where you tell me merry christmas and bend over that counter, questions?”

[CHRISTMAS REQUEST]

[Ya’ll … i’ve been SO SICK you have no idea but i am back idk what’s been going on with my schedule but i will stay consistent all 2025 !! Merry Christmas, Happy New year .. this is dropping after christmas lol <3]

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal idea or story without permission please and thank uu :))

Legooooooo

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“Alright we got food , drinks , and the others are on their way over here” “W-Who?” I asked Jimin who looked up at me. “The others ! Our friends?” “Ok .. who, exactly” Jimin sighed, crossing his arms. “Yes Jungkook is going to be here!” “IN MY HOUSE!?” “Y/N don’t start this, you agreed and i’m pretty sure you had a feeling he was going to be here” “Ok i didn’t wanna believe it!” Jimin raised an eyebrow, having me sigh.

“Chim does he have to be here?” “Set aside your differences, and let’s have a good stay! it’s just a couple of days, it’s gonna be ok” “How you know i’m gon be ok?!” “Because my feelings never lie, they’re always right” I huffed, rolling my eyes as i leaned one arm on the counter. “Now, they’ll be here any moment … i say let’s get dressed so we can go out for a luh bit” I sulked my way all up the stairs, really not wanting to face that bitch of a man. “Cut it out! I’ll meet you in the car!” Jimin yelled from downstairs, making me take a deep breath.

You and I both know he’s not a ‘bitch of a man’, he’s the sexiest man on this earth. I have a huge crush on him, who wouldn’t .. difference is , they shoot their shot. I on the other hand flip it and make the other individual hate me. Except, that didn’t work. Instead, we had sex.

And it was amazing.

Then i found a way to avoid all parts possible, but now i cant .. because hes gonna be in MY house, in MY face … a part of me is excited, and another part of me hates myself for even having the crush in the first place. But hey, what could happen? Of course not anything bad, right?

I made it down the stairs and went outside, locking the door behind me and made it into Jimin’s passenger seat. “They’re behind us” My eyes widened, looking behind me and saw the rest coming out the multiple cars. “WHAT?!” “You should’ve hurried, maybe you wouldn’t have to witness” “Hey yall where yall goin?” “Me and Jimin goin out for a little bit, we’ll be back” I responded to Joon who was leaning against my side of the car. “Alright we’ll get everything ready for tonight. Jin found a spot so we’ll wait till yall get back to discuss it” We nodded in agreement.

Wishing i didn’t wonder my eyes elsewhere, to see Jungkook walking past us, but locking eyes with me in the process. I quickly looked away, my heart beating fast as all i wanted Jimin to do was to drive. “You saw kook didn’t you” “Drive Jimin” “Ok my bad” Jimin and Joon fist bumped before Jimin drove out my parkway and drove off.

“You know, you could just … talk to him” “Jimin don’t piss me off” “What! I can tell you right now kook has been missing you and wondered why you blocked him!” “YOU KNOW WHY I BLOCKED HIM! You think i didn’t feel a certain type of way when he took that girl out on that date !? I was crushed Jimin, i was hurt. And i know it’s my fault because i wanted him to hate me but the least he could’ve known was that i was crushing on him” “Well Y/N he blocked the girl, his eyes are on you … and my spirit says, sum stuff is gon happen” Jimin responded, making my heart beat even faster.

Jimin never lies, it’s like he predicts the future. So it’s best to trust his gut.

Time Skip .

“We’re back already?” “It’s been an hour, let’s go stop being scared” I sighed, getting out the car and went inside the house. “Where yall go?” “Oh it was just this hangout spot, it’s pretty cool i think we should all go down there tonight” Jimin responded to Jihyo as she attatched to me. “That was the spot Jin was saying! Ok we’re all on the same page on that” Joon said and we all nodded. “When we wanna leave?” “We could leave in a couple of minutes .. how about 2 of us stay back for a little bit to fix sum things then join us when it’s done?” Hobi said and everyone nodded.

“It’s only 7:30 .. who wants to take the task?” “Well it’s my house, so i’ll take responsibility” I spoke up, still linked arms with Jihyo. “Cool .. i’ll stay too, i’m quick” Jungkook spoke up, locking eyes with me as my pupils was quick to disappear. “Huh-“ “I think that’s a good idea, yall gon get the job done” Lisa said, smirking at me as my heart rate went up again.

I’m cooked .

“Why can’t Hobi-“ “Ohhh no no. Yall got that. I’m gon get ready” Everyone left in sync to get ready and i looked at Jihyo. “Don’t do this-“ “You’re gonna be just fine” Jihyo responded, squeezing my arm before leaving as well. I slowly walked towards my empty kitchen, not aware that Jungkook was right behind me. “Jungkook?” “Glad to know you still know my presence” I sighed as he made his way towards the other side of the counter.

Everything about him .. it’s insane.

“Why .. why are you - putting me in this position?” “Question is, why did you put me in a position where i couldn’t fucking reach you !?” I blinked, shocked at his voice raise. He’s hurt, i see it. “Now you’re quiet .. i WANT you, Y/N. I took that girl on that date ok sure .. but you blocked me !? You blocked me to a point where i couldn’t even reach you through any of our friends Y/N why you put me in that situation !?” I sighed, lookin at the counter as i didn’t know what to say.

“Hey we’re out let us know if you need anything alright? Yall good?” I looked behind me to see Jimin. “Yea we good” Jimin looked at me and i nodded in agreement before he left and left the house.

It was just us two.

“Look .. there’s things you don’t know Jungkook” “Ok that’s fine, i’m here for it all - why, am i blocked?” “I like you Jungkook! And you fucking know that we had sex for gods sake! You took that bitch on that date what else could i have done i was crushed! I was hurt! But who would’ve known you would be in front of me right now considering i thought i was doing a pretty great job staying hidden!” Jungkook sighed, a little smirk showing up on his face.

“Oh what’s so funny? WHATS SO FUNNY-“ “You’re gonna lower your tone” I huffed, rolling my eyes. “Come here” “Why?” “Y/N” I sighed, slowly going towards him and was now in front of the tall, smell good looking man. ��I didn’t deserve, any of that bullshit that you decided to pull,” Jungkook said, his tone lowering as he dug his hands in his pockets. “And how you’re gonna make it up to me Is bending over that counter” My eyes widened a little, not daring to break eye contact as his face showed nothing but seriousness. “What-“ “Oh don’t act all shocked like we never done it .. how eager you were to do whatever i say. I still don’t see you bent over that counter”

I gulped, going in front of him and bent over the clean marble counter, arching my back naturally. “Good girl, tell daddy what you want” “Y-You .. i want you, please” “Why should i even, consider this? After what you done, i was hurt Y/N” “J—Just consider this as an … an early christmas gift yea? I need you, i want you. Daddy please” Jungkook hummed, his hand cupping and now playing with my aching pussy through the sweats i had on making my eyes roll.

“F-Fuck … daddy, like that” “You’re wet as shit. Merry christmas to me then. Top of the counter” I got on the counter, Jungkook taking my sweats and panties off and my warm hood was exposed to him. “I’m gonna have a field day” Jungkook smirked before diving in, slurping and sucking all that i had in me making me jolt in surprise. “F-FUCK, Oh my god, daddy!” “Hold still princess” He held my thighs in place, sucking me out with all his might.

I can’t believe i agreed to this, you know what? I can’t complain. I’m loving it.

“Fuck, i feel like im close already!” “You wanna cum baby? Why should i let you cum huh, what you think” “Pease .. daddy i’m sorry, i apologize i just missed you. I missed you daddy please let me cum. Let me cum please” He shyly smiled, working his tongue and pleasure rode over my body. “Gon head, cum for me. Show daddy how much you’ve missed him” I threw my head back, my eyes shut and soon came all over his face, seeing the sly smirk he hid as he sucked all the cum outta me.

“Good girl, that’s the good girl i know” “Shut up” Jungkook chuckled, taking me off the counter and turning me around, planting soft kisses on my shoulders and neck. “Feel that?” Jungkook whispered in my ear, rubbing the hard cock across my lower back causing my breath to hitch. “You know,” Jungkook started as he slowly inserted his cock inside of me. “How would you know that i even liked the girl anyway?” “Easy .. you don’t care ‘bout no other bitch but me” Jungkook smirked, humming to himself as he laid me down gently over the counter. “Sounds about right” Jungkook responded before unexpectedly began to vigorously fuck me.

He gets on my last damn nerve.

“SHIT! A warning would be fucking nice” “Oh shut up” His grip on my hips tightened, fucking me with not a single ounce of mercy in him. “It feels so good, fuck! Just like that, just like thAT! DADDY FUCK!” “Ooh there you go baby, i need you to nut again for me ok? Just for me alright?” “Yes d-daddy” “Good girl” He continued to fuck me, abusing the sensitive spot in me as heat rushed all over my body. It felt too good, almost surreal. It’s been so long.

“I-I’m close .. daddy, i’m close” “There it is” He twisted a handful of hair in his hand and yanked my head back to meet his eyes. “Now you listen, don’t ever think of blocking me, ignoring me again in your godamn life because i am not the one. I suffered godamn it for a long period of time, and i’ve got you again, under me like a little bitch whimpering and shit - you will not, pull some bullshit like this again you understand?” “Y-Yes daddy, i’m so-sorry!” “I can’t hear you” “I-I’M SORRY! Please let me cum!” “That’s what i thought, come on”

Jungkook’s pace quickened, grabbing anything i could to keep me stable as my body got more heated. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum daddy please!” “Cum for me baby, squirt on that dick you know you want to. Let ‘em know who be fucking you so good” My moans got louder, and i soon squirted all on his dick, hearing the chuckles come from the man behind me. “There she goes, that’s a good girl” I moaned softly, then feeling Jungkook paint my walls white, filling me up as i heard the groans coming from him.

I squeezed on him, squeezing every drop out of it before he pulled it out. He cleaned us up, coming up behind me as i felt the soft kisses on my back. “Feel good?” I nodded, humming softly as i sat up with the support of Jungkook behind me. “You know what this means right?” I locked eyes with Jungkook, both of us doing little smirks at each other.

“Sure do”

#bts smut #kpop smut #21+ only #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #christmas season

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harmonysanreads · 3 days ago

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I KNOW WE HAVEN’T KNOWN ANYTHING ABOUT PHAINON YET (except for that cute face and yummy booba) AND I ALREADY HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM.

Okay okay imagine Yandere! Phainon who loves you and cherishes your existence too much to the brink of obsession (can you blame him?). Him, being a perfect man himself still thinks that he lacks something, and that something is your devotion, your unyielding love because he deserves it, right? He deserves to have your attention and your affection after everything he has done for you.

Oh no, dear Phainon is definitely not a selfish man, he just needs your love to complete himself, to have someone that he could return to after a hard day.

That’s why I think this man will definitely love bombing you. Gifts, kisses, cuddles? Everything you want, everything you ask for. And even if you don’t even need it, he still offers it to you like the desperate puppy he is. He will spoil you rotten, and I mean it in the most respectful way. He found your smallest quirks adorable even if it’s not that special in your eyes. He reminds you to stay dehydrated and go to sleep early, he even tells you to eat healthy. That’s why after knowing him, you have never skipped another meal. And he will definitely coo softly to you whenever you feel insecure about yourself. That’s why you need him, that’s why you should rely on him. And the only thing Phainon ask for as a payback is your love, love him like the way he does to you. Please please because you’re his pretty girl and he loves you too much to even think that this is not a mutual feeling.

Can you really say no to him? To that adorable face and those sparkling blue eyes that seem to go lovesick everytime they catch a glimpse of you?

It was the fifth time this month, or was it the sixth? You couldn't be bothered to keep count anymore, the absurdity of the situation pushing you closer to questioning reality.

“You do know that it's illegal to break into a person's house?” you manage to croak out, senses strained by sickness.

“Break into your house?” he pulls out a chair to sit, the bowl of whatever he'd brought with him finding its place on the table beside your bed.

The near-dumbfounded edge to his question makes you deadpan, “You're so humorous, even when you're sick. How is it trespassing when we're in love with each other?”

You feel your fingers clutching onto your bedsheets, did he even hear you? Can he hear himself? To that, your conscience answers with a firm no. He'll only acknowledge what will suit his fancy, anything else is but you being in a ‘phase of denial’.

“I am not in love with you, how many times do I need to reiterate?” you stress, watching the twirl of the spoon as he stirs the contents in the bowl.

“Hush, I know you're just moody I didn't arrive sooner. I read it on that book you had on you on last Saturday. This is the part where I'm supposed to apologize and hold my ears, right—”

You release a heavy sigh.

You could not decide what begged the most concern : the fact that he doesn't see the problem in his behavior or how accustomed to it that you're getting.

A warm touch on your forehead startles you, another firmer grip on your arm stops you from moving away, “How are you still so energetic with this high a fever?” the candle atop the table flickers, a frown blemishes his face.

He leans in, you respond by increasing the distance. “I took medicine earlier.” you mutter, suddenly feeling like a guilty child.

“Did you? Good girl.” you don't need to look at him to picture the shine clinging at the corners of his lips. You shouldn't look at him for it'll reveal the barely held back cringe spreading across your face.

You're about to protest but a wave of dizziness halts you. Phainon notices the change, you find yourself wishing he wasn't so observant.

“But you haven't eaten, have you?” his hands act too familiar, too comfortable in touching you. You're forced to inhale as he cups your face in inspection, pretending it's for work — but you know, his greed extends too far for it to be anything but an excuse.

“I did eat.” you try to assert, he remains unconvinced.

“Are you still mad at me? If so, say it, I can apologize however you'd prefer. But please don't lie to me about matters that concern your health.” a squeeze to your cheeks, shadows fall on him.

You almost want to laugh at the worry in his eyes, at the way he behaves so much like a perfect lover. If you hadn't known better, the haze clouding your sense would've made you believe him, buy that he's being sincere.

Unfortunately for him and fortunately for you, you're just a bit more distrustful than others, just a bit more cautious than he's giving you credit for — a bit too lucid to have faith in his ‘love’ narrative.

You purse your lips, you are mad at him ; just not in the way he's deluding himself to be. As you contemplate whether to snap at him or not, he releases his grip on you in favor of scooping a spoon of the contents in the bowl, ending his path before your lips.

You turn you head away, a clear rejection. You expect him to probe again but his sigh catches you off-guard.

His finger wraps around a lock of your hair, yearning stains his eyes. “This would've never happened if you just accepted to be mine.”

You soak in his words for a second. Your left eye twitches as you realize, he completely ignored every previous piece of dialogue for his agenda.

“In your dreams.” petulance coats the statement.

To your horror, Phainon easily brings the lock of your hair to his lips, his smile widening as if he's got you exactly where he desires.

“How did you know? I do dream of you, everyday.” sparkles float around the air of his face.

You find yourself grasping at straws, how does one wake up a man who pretends to sleep? A voice in your interjects, perhaps it is for the best you cease these attempts altogether?

“Now, won't you continue to be a sweet girl and eat up?” his words are honey, his smile is blinding and oh so dreadfully, there is adoration in his face, in his every step.

It has alarm bells ringing in your head, because it doesn't make sense.

“No.” you sharply deny, pushing the spoon away again.

“Why not?” you notice just at the nick of time, there is an edge to his voice this time. A crack forming in that perfect face.

“Because I don't trust you. What if you mixed something weird in it?” that is an understatement, your distrust for the man stretches further than the food he offers.

The elders always say, if something is too good to be true, it is too good to be true. ‘Love’ is not reason enough for you to believe Phainon's apparent devotion, his benevolence. No man would squander his time and resources only to back it up with such an easy reasoning — at least, not a man like him. Even if he says it till your ears bleed — you will not believe him.

The Chrysos Heir's hum interrupts the silence, “Then, if I do this...”

Your quizzical gaze falls on him, he holds your stare and you feel a kick at your ribcage. Struggling is useless, but you try anyway ; if just to be petty, if just to drive your point across, if just to survive. He squashes your attempt with an insultingly easy grip, showing you exactly how futile it is.

His thumb parts your lips with an insistent press, joining his pointer finger in holding your mouth open next. Your nails scratch at his glove in a pitiful attempt at getting him away, his free hand holds them both captive.

His parted lips shrinking the distance is the last thing you see, before you close your eyes shut. You would breathe if your lungs hadn't given up, the increase of strength in Phainon's grip seizes you with fear, makes it feel as though your blood froze with dread. Your instincts stop kicking, accepting its place in the serpent's jaw.

You feel a sharp kick of spice on your tongue, washing through your parched throat. A force has you closing your mouth, holding it in place until the content has been swallowed.

You heave as if you reached the surface from an arduous dive at last, mind working overtime, trying to process what just took place.

A clink of the spoon as it's placed on the bowl startles you, Phainon closes his eyes, a smile nearly splits his face in two.

“That's more like it. See, it was delicious and perfectly free of questionable substances, no?”

Phainon's smile breaks into a chuckle at the astonished look on your face, you feel a twist somewhere inside at the way derision drips from its tune. But before you can observe further, you feel a swipe of his finger on your lower lip. You make the mistake of glancing at him and he utilizes your mishap to make a show of licking the residue from your lips clean.

If you were skeptical about it before, you are certain now — this man will be your doom.

SIKE.

#keep talking anon you're cooking 🔥#i.. may have lost my self-control with this one LOL #phainon #yandere phainon #yandere phainon x reader #phainon x reader #phainon x female reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere imagines #anon writing

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drunkinyourbenz · 2 days ago

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drunk arguing w billie?

i went slightly overboard i am so sorry anon

୨ৎ i don't wanna talk right now. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: angst

୨ৎ content: fighting (duh), billie's drunk, toxic relationship, emotional abuse (?), billie's a bitch, dont wanna spoil anything else js read it babe <3

୨ৎ taglist: @47lake @st0nerlesb0 @n0vabug @darkside-0f-the-sun @asterisk-eyes

୨ৎ note: sorry in advance <3

you were anxious, to say the least. you knew it had gotten bad again for billie, that much was obvious. but you’d expected her to maybe… talk to you about it. after a year and a half of dating, you felt like perhaps you could be someone she trusted enough to turn to. but you weren’t.

it was nothing personal, you supposed. she wasn’t talking to anyone about it—not finneas, not zoe, not even maggie. she had a tendency to close herself off, and you knew that was something she had to work through herself.

…but that didn’t stop the fact that you were up at eleven thirty at night, wondering when your girlfriend would come home. you felt sick with worry, your stomach turning in the most heart wrenching way. what if something was going really badly wrong? what if it was worse than you thought?

you couldn’t take your mind off it, no matter what you did. you’d even dragged yourself into the kitchen to bake some cookies, thinking that maybe having something else to focus on would ease your worries. but no, after every cup of flour and every pinch of salt, your mind drifted back to her. you almost burnt the cookies because of how heavy your heart was with worry.

recently, she’d been getting home later and later, and although you acted as if nothing had changed, you could remember vividly every hour where you wondered where she was, if she was okay. most nights, she would get home around ten pm, crawling into bed with you and wrapping her arms around you. the feeling of her head buried in the crook of your neck brought far more comfort than it should, considering the situation.

earlier in your relationship, she would get home at around six, maybe eight. either way, you’d have time to spend together. you ate dinner together like a normal couple, and sometimes you had movie nights. it didn’t matter what you did, because you were together.

but now, you weren’t sure if you’d eaten dinner together once in the past two weeks.

each time she got home late, you could smell the alcohol on her. it wasn’t that strong, but it was the pattern that worried you. all signs were pointing towards a downward spiral, and she wouldn’t even talk to you, her own girlfriend.

upon hearing the door open abruptly, you looked up from where you’d been staring blankly at the chocolate chip cookies as they cooled. you pursed your lips as you heard the door slam, and you suddenly didn’t want to see billie anymore. you’d been so anxious about where she was, so eager to finally see her again, but… you didn’t want to see her, not like this.

but it was her house too, so soon enough, stumbling footsteps could be heard through the hallway, and you heard her lazily kick her shoes off at the door. it didn’t take long for her to come into view as she walked into the living room that was connected to the kitchen you were in. she dumped her bag on the couch, shrugging her jacket off while she was at it.

she did a double take when she saw you, as if she’d expected you to just be fast asleep in bed. she froze for a second or two, before letting out a heavy sigh.

there was no other sign of acknowledgement, she walked to the sink and grabbed a glass of water, looking past you as if you didn’t exist. you could’ve sworn you felt your heart sink—this was worse than usual.

closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled deeply, you were well aware she hadn’t been talking to finneas or maggie about this—you’d just gotten off the phone with a very concerned maggie, and you felt so guilty for not being able to assure her that everything was fine, that her daughter was okay. because you truly didn’t know.

the silence that hung over the room was heavy and uncomfortable, making you feel strangely claustrophobic. you knew that the silence would have to be broken eventually, so you spoke. you skipped the usual ‘how was your day’ and simply got straight to the point. “...are you okay?”

her head snapped up as if she’d been snapped out of a daze, and she looked at you as if she were suddenly seeing you for the first time. you watched as she swallowed, and finally forced herself to speak in a whisper. “...i don’t know.” billie replied blankly, and you felt your heart ache at her tone. it was as if she had already accepted that fact, and wasn’t going to do anything to drag herself out of the pool of endless self destruction.

“is there anything i can do, my love?”

in the past, that sentence would have had her collapsing into your arms, letting you hold her until she felt even a little bit better. this time, however, just she looked at you for a moment. behind that cold facade, you could’ve sworn you saw something flash in her eyes–hope? love? you weren’t sure, because it disappeared as quickly as it’d flashed over her face.

her voice came out harsher than you’d expected when she spoke, “you could leave me alone.”

you simply blinked in surprise. you weren’t going to push her to talk to you about it, obviously, but it confused you that she was resorting to this…meanness. she didn’t just say it like she needed space—which, in reality, was something she had gotten a lot of lately—she said it like you were the issue. like you had caused everything wrong in her life at the moment. that stung more than you thought it would.

however, you didn’t want to be that pushy girlfriend who couldn’t let things go, so you just nodded slowly, trying to hide the concern still in your voice. “i mean, if that’s what you need…”

the two of you stood in the kitchen for what felt like hours—it was probably just five minutes, but the tense silence was suffocating. you wanted to say something, to help her, but what could you do that she wouldn’t just scoff at and ignore?

abruptly, interrupting the strangling silence, billie stood up. in her haste, she knocked over a glass on the table, and you flinched as you watched it fall to the floor and shatter. billie didn’t spare the broken glass a single glance as she snapped, “you know what?”

your eyes dart between billie and the glass before settling on your girlfriend, looking at the uncharacteristic anger in her expression. “what?”

“i hate that you do this! you never push me to talk! you never help me! you never…” she trailed off, running out of words to say but certainly not running out of anger.

“excuse me?” you raised an eyebrow, “haven’t you noticed the way i’ve been doing absolutely everything i can to help for months? everything. no matter what i do, you push me away. you push everyone away—i just got a call from maggie, who was crying because she’s so worried about you. i can’t do shit to help if you don’t want to be helped, billie. no one can.”

her mouth fell open, and she spent a minute just staring at you. you could see the debate she was having with herself in her mind, the way she was wondering whether to follow the rational or emotional part of her brain. you could tell that she knew you were right, but it looked like her frustration was too intense and her mind was too clouded by alcohol to actually think properly.

the anger won, as it had been a lot recently. you were right, of course. you always were when it came to her—you knew her better than you knew yourself.

“shut up! you’re not helpful, and you can’t fix me! you can’t fix anything!” her voice was only raising in volume, and she stepped closer to you, a finger jabbing the air between you to emphasise her words.

you subconsciously took an instinctive step backwards as she stepped towards you, your back hitting the countertop. “then tell me what i can do!”

billie scoffed, “you can leave! you can ignore it like you usually do!” she was yelling at this point, “you can be useless like you usually are!”

you visibly flinched at those last words. part of your brain reminded you that she’s drunk, she doesn’t mean it, but the other half was shouting at you about how drunk words are sober thoughts. your mind was racing at this point, was that really how little she thought of you? you swallowed heavily before speaking softly, “do you…do you really think i don’t care?”

momentarily, she seemed to recognise the hurt on your face, and something like guilt appeared in her eyes. said guilt didn’t last, and the anger was rushing back even more all-consuming than it had been before, “of course you don’t care!”

you stared at her in disbelief—did she genuinely believe you didn’t care? did she not see all the effort you put in for her? you opened your mouth to speak, but she bet you to it.

“you know what?” she didn’t give you time to speak, she just rushed into her point. “i wish you weren't even here. i’d be better off dealing with this alone. without your stupid, useless attempts to help.”

yet again, you stared at her in shock. you didn’t think you could be more hurt in one night even if you tried. she’s drunk, you kept telling yourself, but deep down you knew that wasn’t an excuse. if she loved you, she wouldn’t say these things. once again, she continued before you could get a word in. her anger was consuming her in her drunken state, there was no thought behind her words, just the first insults she could find.

“you’re a fucking burden, you know that? i don’t need you, i don’t want you, you’re just in the way. always in the fucking way!”

just when you thought it couldn’t get worse, she went there. you froze in place, taking a long moment to just stare at her in disbelieving silence. “...what did you just say?”

noticing that her words finally seemed to hit a nerve, she only pushed further, “you heard me. you always have been.”

that hit like a slap in the face, leaving you speechless. you truly didn’t know what to say, it didn’t feel like you were looking at the love of your life anymore. this was a stranger, someone you knew so well but at the same time knew absolutely nothing about. you weren’t sure when the first tear had fallen, but they were now streaming down your cheeks.

“you–” billie opened her mouth to continue, but you interrupted her.

“that’s enough.” your voice was shaky but surprisingly firm, and at your firm tone, billie pauses. her mouth was still open to continue, but then she looked at you. she really looked at you, and saw the tears on your cheeks and the look in your eyes.

it was as if she were seeing you for the first time in the whole night, and you watched as the angry mask crumbled right in front of your eyes. after watching her for a moment, your eyes trailed down to the floor as you took a deep breath, wanting to look anywhere except for her.

“fuck,” she murmured, her breathing shallow as she seemed to actually realise what she’d just said.

“i-i’m sorry–” billie whispered, her voice weak as she looked at you, reaching out for your arm and only causing you to shift away from her so she couldn’t touch you. you watched as her eyes widened in panic at your avoidance of her touch, as the weight of her words seemed to sink in. “i didn’t mean it–you know that–”

you give her a look, raising an eyebrow, “really? because you had a lot to say.”

“i love you. you know that.”

those three words didn’t feel like they held the same meaning as they used to, they weren’t giving you the butterflies you used to get. actions speak louder than words, and her actions were greatly lacking. “then start acting like it.”

“how?” her voice was a whisper, barely audible.

you swallowed, looking down at the floor and then back at her. it felt like her fist was in your chest, ripping your heart out. it physically hurt you to have this conversation.

“i can’t spell it out for you, billie. you used to show it, you’ll figure it out if you want to. if you really can’t, i think that says something for itself.”

in your mind, you silently wished for her to say something. to say she can try, she can fix this. but you weren’t sure how much was even left to fix, after all these months of cracks spreading through your relationship and pushing you further apart. but you remembered. you remembered when the two of you use to dance through the kitchen just because you felt like it. you remembered staying up all night cuddled up in bed having whispered conversations about absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. it hadn’t been like that in a long time, but you knew that both of you remembered it as if it were yesterday.

and despite it all, despite how much billie wanted to beg you to stay, to do everything she possibly could to cling to you until she somehow mended all the broken patches in your relationship, she knew you were right. she couldn’t let you tell her how to fix this, she’d have to figure it out by herself.

and she didn’t know how, so she let you stand up and walk out the door.

which, its own cruel way, was an answer in itself.

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waywardstation · 2 days ago

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I want to once again thank everyone for your patience on my interactive reblog comic. I still see people liking and reblogging it, but nobody has asked me where the next part is or how long it’s going to take, and I really do appreciate there is no pressure.

The next part is 16 pages, 33 panels. It’s very big. Almost all of them are lined, but I lost 4 completely lined panels the other day. I can’t work on them much right now as I’m having hand problems, I’m sick, and things happening in my life are incredibly upsetting now. But I am hoping to get it done very soon.

I admit I’ve been very sad and tired lately, and I do not feel like my mind is all here and I can’t take in what is happening around me right now. But whenever I manage to get some time and energy to focus on my fics or my art for this blog, or anything submas/PLA in general, I am always happy. When I get to be here on this blog, I am happy.

I am hoping next year will be kinder. To me, and to everyone else who has had a difficult year. I’m hoping the time ahead will be much easier and happier for everyone!! Once again thank you for sticking with me, and for being patient. I’m looking forward to getting this next part out when I can :)

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seeingivy · 2 days ago

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the tortured poets event is sick bc how am i supposed to choose just ONE 😭😭 gimme everything 💳💥💥💳💥💳💳💳💥💥💳💥 okay what about "no im not coming to my senses" with gojo... 🫣 that annoying ass man 😪

no i'm not coming to my senses x satoru gojo

**part of my tortured poets concert event

“y/n. why are you kissing santa claus?”

the sound of the little feet pattering into the kitchen sends an instant wave of regret down your spine, as you pull back, your hands still warm on satoru’s shoulders as you turn to your left. and without fail, the nocturnal prince, megumi fushiguro, is standing at your side, looking up at you with curious eyes.

“megumi! you…you’re still awake?” you ask.

it’s a rather daft question to ask. only because he’s obviously awake, obviously awake because he’s standing right in front of you, where he’s just caught you kissing satoru, still clad in his silly santa claus outfit that he insisted on wearing for christmas eve.

megumi gives you a small nod, before his eyes suspiciously dart back and forth between you and satoru. out of your peripheral vision, you can see that the latter is very pleased with himself, mostly in the fact that most of the tricks he had planned earlier in the night, the ones that he took far too much effort in organizing despite your warnings, had actually worked.

megumi really believed that santa claus was real.

satoru gojo had a natural aptitude to take things a little too seriously. most of the times, a little too far. naturally, the first christmas that megumi and tsumiki were going to spend with you was not an event that he was going to spare or take lightly, at least not without a decent amount of fanfare first.

what started as an innocent trip to the mall to find matching pajamas left with satoru buying the pair a new wardrobe of designer items, despite your insistence that they wouldn’t really be too fond of them. he figured that toji fushiguro had never bothered to buy the two of them presents, so him buying the obscene amount was justified as he was simply just catching up.

and while the gifts were mostly innocuous, the entire ordeal that he had planned for christmas eve was the cherry on top. it involved robbing you of your sleep so that the two of you could eat half of the cookies that tsumiki and megumi left out, to imprint little hooves into the yard and footsteps leading up to the tree, and stuffing the stockings that you had purposely left empty for the past two weeks to paint a perfect picture.

except, satoru gojo refused to stuff the stockings in his own clothes, because according to him, the eyes in the back of megumi’s head would catch him in the act. and if it meant that he had to buy a whole costume to prove his point, it was the very least he would do.

“are you cheating on gojo sensei?”

“no! of course, i’m not cheating on satoru.”

satoru shoots up out of his chair, his hand firm on your shoulder, as he leans down and shoots megumi a pointed smile.

“yes! of course, she is.” satoru responds.

you shoot satoru a confused look. he doesn’t relent in the slightest, from whatever shitty game it is that he’s playing, and instead opts to give you a peachy smile, before pushing your hands off of his shoulders.

“she’s been naughty this year.” he responds.

“what? no, i haven’t. satoru’s just…”

“who’s satoru? i’m santa claus.” satoru seethes.

megumi gives you a shrug, before padding out of the room, as you shove satoru and whisper under your breath.

“what the hell?” you whisper.

“what?”

“you…you can’t just tell him that i’m cheating on you.” you state.

“well, i can’t exactly tell him that i’m dressed up as santa claus either, can i?” satoru responds.

“oh my god, satoru. get your priorities straight. come to your senses a little bit this…this is insane.”

“no, i’m not coming to my senses. he has to believe in santa, this is important. this is the pinnacle of childhood itself.” he murmurs.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, the two of you pushing away from one another as megumi pads back into the room, a jacket slung over his shoulders.

“can we drink hot chocolate?” he asks.

“sure we can. i’ll put it on right now.” you murmur, lifting him up so that he’s sitting on the counter by satoru.

you shoot him a glare, one that’s enough of a warning that he needs to retract what it is that he’s just said, as you reach for the fridge.

“so. about what you saw.” satoru starts.

“you were kissing, y/n.”

“no, i wasn’t. she had something in her eye.”

megumi frowns.

“well, you said yipee after, so i hardly doubt that’s true.”

you swallow down your snort.

“that was a joke. i was just…trying to make her laugh…but that’s besides the point.”

“why are you trying to make her laugh if she’s being naughty? that doesn’t really make any sense, does it?” megumi deadpans.

you place the glass of steaming hot chocolate next to megumi, taking one chance to ruffle his hair, before reaching for your own cup. satoru makes a move on your mug, leaning just close enough to beckon for a sip, as you shake your head at him.

“what gives?” he asks.

“i don’t share my drinks with strangers, santa.”

“oh. right. well. i’ll just be on my way out then. have gifts i have to deliver. because you know…i’m santa and all.”

you shoot satoru a peachy smile.

“off you go.” you gesture.

satoru gives you a confused look, before mouthing to you when megumi’s busy looking away.

really?

you give him a nod in response, watching as he very begrudgingly scoots his way out of the hallway, accompanied by a very loud slamming of the door as he leaves. you turn to megumi, who gives you a rather blank expression.

“does he really think i’m stupid enough to believe in santa claus? or that you’d cheat on him?”

“evidently so.”

megumi rolls his eyes.

“how long do you think it will take him to come back?” megumi asks.

you shake your head.

“he’s far too committed to the bit now. my guess is breakfast.”

“dinner.” megumi states.

you lean back against the counter.

“ten bucks?” you ask.

“deal.”

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gojoskikufu · 20 hours ago

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𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗥𝗧 ✰

Summary: “I'm wearing a miniskirt— But why are you the only one— Who doesn't notice?”

You're trying to charm the school's most popular boy along with his other admirers— can you?

𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: Basketball player!Satoru Gojo

𝗖𝗪: female reader intended, reader is trying to seek for Satoru's attention/approval, jealously, self doubt, low self esteem, Gojo avoiding reader like a disease at some parts, Satoru gives you mixed signals, hurt, Mild playboy energy. 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀, Suguru scolding Satoru after acting weird to reader, mild Shoko x reader, lots of smacking from both parties, dirty minded reader.

Part 1 → next..

It was just said it's the universities welcoming of a new semester tomorrow. The athletes and the ones who are going to perform we're handing out their cards— promoting themselves or their group. You had collected almost everyone yet only one poster caught your eye— Satoru's group, formed with Suguru, Choso, Nanami, and Sukuna.

You held the poster in your hands, watching in awe. Then suddenly— “Ouch!” you yelp as you brace the back of your arm, the card falling from your hands as you continue to wince in pain. You just know that, that smack was personal.

You frown before a white haired man enters your perspective, apologizing yet doesn't even sound sincere!— mostly because he keeps giggling after, probably laughing at your face. You can't help but frown at him, "WHAT IS EVEN WRONG WITH YOU!" You can't help but yell at him, he doesn't even answer, leaving with his friends immediately. You try your best not to sob your anger out, the poster long forgotten as you run back to the dorms— running to Shoko.

"Shokooo..." You whine, rolling on your top bunk, "what is it again?" You hear Shoko groan, her fingers rapidly tapping on her phone screen repeatedly. "My back still hur-" she cuts you off by clearing her throat. "I'm not massaging your back, dumbass. Who even smacked you that hard?", "I don't 'nowww..", "then don't complain, I'm not a detectiv-"

you cut her off too, "no, do you not care about me anymore, shoshokoko?" You purposely whine, "I do," she pauses, her tone lowering as she gets seriously invested in the conversation. "but you're kind of acting stewped right now, do you get me?", "WHATT??", "yes, now please, shut up."

"Hmph, Shokooo." She drops her chopsticks on top of her bowl, "Whaaaaaat?" She mocks your whining, eliciting a groan from you. "I now remember who smacked me." You proudly grinned, "a white hair, and as tall as the Eiffel tower.", "get specific.." she glares at you, "and he kind of looks like the one in posters.. he looks good." She doesn't reply, the silence deafening, "Shoko, can you at least talk?"

"No. You have a crush on someone's grandpa, am I right?" She finally talks. Her hand grasps on the cold glass of water beside her, taking sips. "No, how on earth would someone's grandpa smack me so hard, and why would he wear a jersey-"

Shoko spits out her water, looking at you in disbelief, "Shokooo, that's disgusting!" You grab a tissue, "shut up, no actually, shut up. YOU MEAN THAT SATORU SMACKED YOU?" She draws a hand over her chest, acting like a sick Victorian child.

"Who tf is Satoru??" You continue to grab tissues, cleaning her mess. "His hands as heavy as foook, no wonder why you keep saying it hurts!", "Shoko!, you're describing it like it's dirty!" You shoot the used paper in the trash bin, a scowl visible on your face. "I'll tell you, I have a lot of things I know about that menace." You think she's sarcastic yet the seriousness in her tone says otherwise.

It's now the morning the welcoming starts— instruments spreads throughout the whole campus, starting a melody— a horrendous one in your opinion— Shoko agrees. 7AM on the dormitory rooms clock yet the peace had been disturbed by some cheers.

You groan, laying on your side as you grab a pillow to mask your uncovered ears— trying to mask the annoying music. "You know, girl— you should get up now-" you cut her off, "noo, I wanna sleep, it's too early." You whine. "7am isn't even early, get up and take a bath.", "are you telling me I stink?", "no, but you need to freshen up, dumbass.."

"11AM," Shoko answers your question, "at 12PM, another parade happens with majorettes.", "damn it, when will the players play?," "the basketball ones?", "yeah", "around 7pm." You glare at her as she casually answers, "what's your appropriate reason for waking me up at 7AM.." you managed to keep your cool, a sigh leaving your lips as you frown. "Get that scowl off your face, you're going to get wrinkles." You feel pointed out, smacking her behind her head— gently yet forcibly. "You're offending me, dumbass." You punctuate.

Someone yells just behind where you and Shoko we're sitting. "Yo!, What's up, Shoko!?" A man's voice rang out making Shoko — and you, who is a little bit curious. "It's the white haired man!" Shoko immediately glares at you, a chuckle eliciting from you nervously.

"Oh damn, I didn't know you were friends with a fine shyt- ouch man, what's wrong with you..?" You hear him yelp, your eyes darting to meet the man behind him— long black hair, and is almost as tall as the one with white locks, he smiles at you before dragging the other with him. You look at both of them, the black haired one seemingly scolding the one with the white locks. "What's wrong with them, Shoko?" You can't help but ask, you turn your head to Shoko, finding her leaning close to you, you jump. "Dumbass, there's dust on your hair" she casually reasons. "Then remove it appropriately!", "you're thinking dirty.."

A/n: I feel like this sucks

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natashaslesbian · 2 days ago

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Happy House | NR | I

Summary: Natasha suspects something is seriously wrong when you suddenly hand in your notice as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings/Content: Domestic Abuse / Verbal Abuse / Physical Abuse / Violence / Sexual Assault / Rape

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“Sorry to interrupt Director Fury, Hill said I should pass this on to you myself” you said as you snuck around the door to Nick’s office, surprised to see another agent with him. “What is it?” He said “My resignation sir” you answered, not missing the glance from the redhead at Nicks side “I’m sorry to hear that Miss Y/L/N, we will miss you in the offices” Fury sighed with full authenticity “Thank you Sir, I will work my weeks notice with the most attention” you spoke through small shakes. “Well I wish you all the best” Nick rose from his chair to shake your hand “Thank you Sir, Agent Romanoff, apologies for the interruption” you nodded to the agent and director “Not at all” you heard behind you as you closed the door. “What was that?” Natasha said the second the door was shut “what was what?” Nick questioned “you’re just gonna let her leave?” The redhead exclaimed “she’s handed in a resignation Romanoff, there’s nothing I can do” Nick said “she’s your best office agent! I mean her reports are superior not to mention her tech skills!” Natasha pleaded “Well I didn’t know you took such interest in every member of the office Nat” Nick teased with a suspecting look “shut up” Nat said as she smacked him lightly in the arm, also giggling.

You trudged home through the snow that night, having given up on your boyfriends lift home. There were no lights on, visibly from the outside of your small apartment, you hoped that Dylan would be sleeping. You crept in quietly, shaking off as much snow from your boots as you could. Walking silently through the hall you came to the living area, a sudden overhead light alerting you to someone’s presence “where have you been?” Dylan said, slurring his words “baby you scared me” you smiled, hoping to defuse the tension. “I said, where have you been?” Your boyfriend said again, rising to his feet on shaky legs “you said your shift finished at 4:30, and what time is it now?” Dylan asked “it’s 6, but you see I had to stay late there was so much to do and I-“ you began to mumble before Dylan cut you off “oh shut up!” He screamed as he launched his beer can towards your head. You managed to doge it at the last second “if I find out that you’ve been with that Romanoff, I’ll kill her, then you’ll realise what happens to bad little girls” your boyfriend raged as he closed the Space between you both. “No baby, I wasn’t” you mumbled, feeling the cold wall against your back “she doesn’t even know my name, but you know I did give in my resignation, just like you asked” you could smell the alcohol on Dylan’s breath as he leaned in to give you a harsh kiss. “Good girl” he grumbled “now why don’t you get dinner started, I’m starving” he finished as he finally backed away.

“Natasha come on” Clint groaned “you said you’d be done with the report by now” he said. “I am done with the report” Nat said, her eyes still glued to her laptop. “So what are you doing?” Clint asked, “I’m just… looking into some of our agents” the redhead said. Clint came to his best friends side hovering over her shoulders “and why would you be doing that?” He asked. Natasha paused for a moment, debating if she should tell Clint the real reason she was looking over your file. “There’s this girl, from the offices downstairs, and something just seems off” the redhead said. “How do you mean?” Clint said with intrigue. “She’s been with shield for 5 years and last week she handed in her resignation. I’ve only spoken to her a few times but she seems so dedicated like she really loves it here. She’s never had a sick day she’s always in early but in the last few months somethings changed.” Natasha explained. “How so?” Clint asked. “She’s sheepish, tired, frail. She’s different” Natasha said, keeping some of the information from her own eyes to herself. “So what are you thinking” Clint asked as he eyed the laptop screen. Nat pointed towards your relation details “she updated her profile 6 months ago, added some boyfriend as her emergency contact” the widow said. “It’s the only noticeable change along with her personality” she finished. “You think there’s something wrong?” Clint said. “Maybe” Nat sighed.

You were backed into your bedroom as Dylan walked towards you. “I told you, you’re not going out tonight” he said as he continued to stomp at you. “I got tonight off work so we could be together” he said, faux sweetness in his voice. “I know” you whispered “but my friends they wanted to throw me a leaving party” you said. “What friends?” Dylan asked as he took hold of your shoulders. “My work friends” you whimpered as his grip tightened. “Romanoff?” Dylan shouted as he twisted in his stance and threw you against the bedroom wall “I thought I told you what would happen if you went mingling with that freak” he hissed at you. “No no it’s not her, just my friends from the office” you said through shaky breaths “friends?” Dylan scoffed “who’d wanna be friends with you?” He laughed. Dylan trailed his hands down your body and pushed his fingers into your hips pinning you against the wall “I thought we’d stay here and… you know” he said as he lent forward, his breath got against your face. “Dylan I’m gonna be late, everyone’s waiting for me at the restaurant” you whispered “you are not going anywhere” your boyfriend said as he gritted his teeth. Dylan took a step back and slowly walked towards the door, pushing it shut and locking it “get on the bed” he instructed. You knew better than do disobey him.

Clint put the car into park and leaned over to stop Natasha from climbing out “I don’t think this is a good idea” he said “we can’t just crash her leaving party” Natasha shrugged “we’ll just say it’s a coincidence” she said, opening the door and jumping out before Clint could say anything else. Of course Natasha had this planned out, she had called the restaurant this morning and booked a table so it was no trouble when she walked right in dragging Clint behind her. The two were sat at a small table near the back of the small restaurant, and it didn’t take long to find out where your party was sitting, the only problem was, you weren’t there. “She’s probably just stuck in traffic” Natasha heard one of your coworkers say “no she only lives round the corner she’d usually walk” Sarah, another of your coworkers, said. Clint flashed Natasha a worried glance, having been listening in to the conversation as well.

You rolled slowly over to your side of the bed, your thighs sore and your hips throbbing. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” Dylan said as he leaned over to kiss your cheek “it’s always best when you listen to me” he said. You pulled the duvet up above your shoulders as Dylan got up out of bed “right I’m going out” he huffed “and you are staying here” he said as he pulled the duvet off your bruised body “make me something nice to eat” he demanded. You stayed frozen as you listened to Dylan shuffling through your apartment, flinching suddenly when the front door slammed shut. You pulled your legs up to your chest as you sat up, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth as you cried. There was no way out of this hell, you’d tried again and again. Taking a job at S.H.I.E.L.D was supposed to be your ticket out but when you were passed over for a promotion to field agent you knew it wouldn’t be that easy.

On his way out, Dylan took a look at your phone and found the name of the restaurant your co workers were at. He made his way down the apartment building stairs and onto the street, taking a short walk around the corner to the restaurant. He strode through the doors and brushed off the waitress flashing him a kind smile. “Dylan!” Sarah, your colleague called “what are you doing here where’s y/n?” She asked “oh she’s not feeling well, she sends her apologies and sent me along to make sure you were all having a good time” your boyfriend said as he pasted a smile across his face. “The boyfriend?” Clint quietly asked, Natasha nodded her head yes as she watched Dylan from the corner of her eyes. “Oh that’s such a shame!” One of your colleagues said as she moved to hug your boyfriend. “Somethings not right” Natasha said having been tuned into the conversation “she wouldn’t miss this, she’s too much of a people pleaser” she said. “Sounds like someone else I know” Clint remarked, attempting to defuse Natasha’s tension. The widow glared at him with a hint of humour before an idea came to her mind. “Let’s go” Natasha said as she stood up “go where?” Clint asked. “Well if Dylan’s here and y/n’s not then I have a pretty good idea where she might be, and she’s there alone” the redhead said as she stealthily made her way towards the exit.

You hobbled around the kitchen slowly, a slight limp in your steps. The room was filled with the sizzling of the steak atop the pan, you moved around on auto pilot cutting up vegetables for a salad. You focused on the throbbing pain in your hips and watched as a small purple bruise began to form along your arm. You were used to this by now, completely alienated from your body as you recovered until the next time. The kitchen fell silent as you took the steak off the heat, reminding you of the presence of the ticking clock on the wall. Too focused on the thoughts circling in your head, you failed to notice the gentle click of your front door and the almost inaudible squeak of its hinges. You winced as you opened the freezer door with your sore arm, cursing under your breath at your own stupidity. You reached for the frozen vegetables when a voice from behind startled you. “Y/n?” you spun round in shock and your eyes met the same redhead you admired so much. “Natasha?” You asked with wide eyes “what are- how did you get in here?” You stuttered as your breathing picked up a rapid pace. The widow took in your dishevelled appearance and the smudged mascara underneath your eyes. “Did he do this?” She said as she reached out for your bruised arm “what?” You shrieked as you pulled away from Natasha “who? What are you talking about?” You asked as you felt the panic rise into your chest. “Dylan” Clint said, speaking up from behind the concerned redhead. “How long has this been going on?” Natasha asked as she took a sceptical step towards you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said dismissively.

Avoiding eye contact with the concerned avengers you continued to potter about the kitchen. “I think you should leave, Dylan’ll be back for his dinner soon” you said. “What, he’ll be back from your leaving party” Natasha countered as she followed your footsteps. “Yeah, I’m not feeling great so I sent him along by himself” you grumbled in annoyance. “Oh right but you’re well enough to cook him a steak” the widow said becoming increasingly more angry. “What are you implying?” You asked “I’m not implying anything, I’m telling you that I know what’s going on” the furious redhead said. “Nat” Clint warned at his friend’s increasing temper. “Nothing is going on! Get out!” You yelled “y/n look at yourself!” As she took the empty plate from your hands. “Natasha” Clint sighed as he stepped forward “how did you get that bruise?” The widow asked “and before you lie, remember what it is that I do” she said. “I…I fell over the other day” you stuttered. Natasha let out a frustrated sigh as she turned away from you, not wanting to hear anymore lies. “Y/n that’s a recent bruise” Clint said calmly. “No it’s not” you argued “and the limp? You’re gonna tell me you got that when you fell over too right?” Natasha said as she twisted around to face you again. “Ye-yes…I…tripped on the stairs” you said anxiously. “Liar!” Natasha yelled.

The room was silenced when the front door slammed with a large bang; Natasha didn’t miss the way your body flinched. “Y/n?” Dylan said as he stomped into the kitchen “what’s going on?” He asked with faux sweetness. “Sorry, I’m Clint from S.H.I.E.L.D” the archer said as he extended his hand “we just wanted to see if y/n here would consider extending her notice. She’s an exceptional agent and will be a huge loss for us” Clint said. “Well I think she’s made up her mind, right honey?” Dylan nodded as he slipped his hands back into his pocket “yeah” you huffed quickly “yeah that’s right”. Natasha watched closely during this exchange, eyes running the length of Dylan’s hand to examine them for any signs of harm. “Okay” Clint sighed “then we’ll get out of your hair” he smiled “keep in touch okay kid” he said to you as he handed over a card with his phone number. Dylan stepped aside as the two agents headed for the door “goodnight y/n” Natasha said as she turned back to you, a sad smile pasted on her face. “Goodnight” Dylan said for the both of you, silencing your words and ending the conversation. You watched as red hair cascaded down the corridor, you wondered if that would be the last time you saw Natasha.

You avoided Dylan’s gaze as you began serving up his food “dinner’s ready” you said “do you want a beer? Or is water fine?”. Your boyfriend eyed you suspiciously as you frantically ran around the kitchen. He reached for your arm as you passed him, using his fingers to dig into the fresh bruise on your skin “I don’t remember saying you could have guests over” he spat at you. “They…they were ju-just” you stuttered nervously “yeah yeah they were just asking if you’d extend your notice” Dylan said, annunciating each word with his harsh voice. “They just showed up I didn’t know they were coming” you whimpered as his grip began to hurt you. “Do you honestly think I would believe anything you say?” Dylan asked calmly, alerting you to what was coming next. “You are nothing but a lying, selfish little slut!” He suddenly screamed, releasing you from his hold but using that same arm to batter you in the stomach with each of his insults. “You were whoring yourself out to that fucking redhead weren’t you? But she didn’t want you so you invited that prick over too!” He yelled “what was the plan? They were gonna fuck you while I was out? Cause it’s all you’re good for bitch!” He continued to shout as his fits became rougher, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You managed to shuffle backwards away from your boyfriend “it wasn’t like that I swear!” You pleaded as you held your arms up in surrender, giving Dylan perfect access to wipe you out with a simple kick to your legs. You hit the floor hard, the room was starting to spin as you felt yourself being dragged across the cold tiles. This was it, he was finally going to do it. “You are the most worthless piece of shit on this planet!” Dylan spat as he placed his weight on top of your sore ribs “you know I only kept you around because you were a good fuck. I would’ve killed you a long time ago if you didn’t have anything to offer” he said as he roughly placed his hands on your chest. You had to get out of here, and not in a body bag. Your boyfriend became overwhelmed with his sexuality, lifting his weight up to lean down to your neck and litter it with harsh kisses. It was the fastest decision you ever made, but you knew it was now or never. Using all your strength you flipped your body to one side and used Dylan’s surprise to push him away. The hallway was small so it didn’t create much distance and he was sure to be even more mad at the way he hit the wall.

You scrambled to your feet as Dylan groaned on the floor. Sprinting through the house, you didn’t bother to grab anything before heading straight to the door. Your boyfriend was on his feet now, he was going to catch up unless you stalled him. When you passed through the doorway you turned on your hells and dragged down the tall cabinet leaning against the wall. It came crashing down and blocked the only exit from your apartment. You decided to take the stairs, not the elevator, there was no way you could stop now, your adrenaline wouldn’t let you stand still for one second. You finally made it to the lobby of your building and hurried straight past all the concerned faces looking your way. You came out into the cold night, wearing nothing more than shorts and an oversized shirt. You didn’t have a plan. You didn’t know where you were going. You just knew you had to run. So that’s what you did. Ran. You just ran.

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Love in Verses (XV)

Chapter 40 : ‘Where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Alright, things can’t be perfect all the time, let’s spice things a little bit…

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 2408

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

It was kind of ridiculous how stressed you were about this.

After all, you had already met Andrew’s parents once, and they were nice. Really nice.

Still, for your first encounter, you were a friend of Andrew’s… not his girlfriend… Yeah, that was why you were so nervous now. What if they thought you were nice while there was nothing but friendship binding you to their son, but now that you were more than a friend to him… what if they changed their mind about you? Besides, you had never met his brother Jon. Maybe he wouldn’t like you at all…

You were surprised at how relaxed Andrew was, though. He had been so worried when he asked you to come over to his parents for dinner, but now that you were getting ready to leave, he seemed to be nothing but merry.

At least, his shenanigans brought smiles to your face.

“Stop it! God, you’re insufferable…” you complained, playfully pushing his hand away as he started poking at your ribs again. “Babe! It tickles and I’m trying to get my hair done!”

“Your hair looks perfect already.”

“It’s not…”

“Kiss me… please… please… please… kiss me…” he stressed each demand poking your shoulder.

“God…”

You laughed, turned your head so he could kiss you. But then he kissed you again, and again…

“I need to finish getting ready, or we’ll be late.”

“We can be late. I’m always late. They’ll worry I’m sick or that their son was replaced by some kind of clone if I don’t arrive late for dinner.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I want to make a good impression.”

His smile grew from playful to tender.

“They already like you.”

“They barely know me.”

“They like you.”

“You’re just saying that so I won’t panic.”

“No! I’m not! They like you!”

“I’ve never met your brother, he can’t like me.”

“He does. I talk his ears off about you, and he likes you already.”

You couldn’t refrain a smirk.

“You talk about me all the time, huh? Someone’s a little obsessed…”

You expected a scoff, or something of the kind. But Andrew nodded.

“Of course, I am. How could I not be obsessed with my gorgeous girlfriend?”

You shied away as you put your hairbrush down.

“Alright, I’m ready to go.”

You called for Elwood, and he came running into the hallway, happily moving his tail as you scratched his head.

“We’re going, buddy! Come on!”

But Andrew stopped you, holding your hand in his so you would turn to him again. He was smiling.

“I’m really happy you’re doing this, honey. Thank you, for everything.”

You weren’t sure what he meant by everything. It sounded like you were doing him a favour, when… you were the grateful one for letting you into his life.

“There’s no need to thank me for anything…”

“There’s a need to thank you for everything.”

He kissed you before you could protest, a long, tender kiss that made you lose track of what you wanted to say.

Andrew loved you so fucking much.

He knew that he had an idiotic, adoring look on his face when he turned to you having this simple thought, but he couldn’t help it.

You were eating your meal, complementing Andrew’s mother on her cooking, and he recognised that happy glimmer in your eyes, the one you had whenever you ate something truly delicious. In all fairness, Raine’s cooking was delicious. He watched as you sipped on the beer John had offered you earlier, making you laugh as he paid his debt.

And you fitted so well in his life, in his home, in his family. You listened as Jon talked about his next project, this short film he was preparing, and your interest was genuine when you asked him a question.

Andrew lost track of the conversation for a moment, as he stared at you, a stupid smile on his face. Seeing you like this, in this house where he had spent most of his childhood, where he had gathered so many happy memories, where he had lived such challenging parts of his life… this home that meant so much to him… and it felt so right to have you here, being a part of his world…

You turned to him, laughing, something teasing in your eyes, mischief painted all over your features. God, he loved you, he loved you so much…

“Hmmm… sounds very interesting indeed, Jon,” you nodded, and Andrew forced himself to listen to the conversation again, because of how dangerous your tone was.

“I’ll get the pictures,” Jon offered, and Andrew’s eyes grew round.

“Don’t you dare!”

“You were so cute as a child,” Raine argued, clearly torturing her son on purpose, and Andrew glowered at her.

“Mom…”

“I want to see the photos,” you added.

“Nope. Absolutely not!”

“Why not? I’m sure you were adorable.”

“I was not.”

“Actually,” John intervened, “I think we still have the tape of that concert, you know the one…”

Andrew stopped breathing, looked at his family in horror.

“Absolutely not!”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, and Andrew narrowed his eyes at your excitement.

“There was this one time Andrew sang in public… that didn’t go so well,” Jon explained.

“No…” Andrew moaned, and he knew you were struggling not to laugh.

“What happened?”

“My balls dropped,” was his only explanation, and you were gone in a fit of laughter.

“At the worst moment,” Jon laughed as well. “That timing…”

“It was horrible,” Andrew shook his head, but he struggled not to laugh too. “I started to cry, and had to wait for an adult to come and remove me from the stage.”

“No…” you breathed, your laughter gone and a sadder look on your face now. You reached for his arm. “I’m so sorry, that must have been terrible.”

“Yeah, it was awful…”

“What did you do after that?”

“I had to do it again the next day.”

“Oh no!”

“I did well though. On the second try.”

Raine looked around at the empty plates left on the table, had a mischievous smile of her own.

“Well… I think you two should show Y/N some pictures, while Andy and I clean up the table and get everything ready for dessert.”

“No… Don’t show her anything too bad…” Andrew groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“Come on! I want to see what baby Andy looked like,” you insisted.

“I was horrendous as a baby.”

“Of course, you weren’t. You were a baby, you had to be cute.”

“I wasn’t. I was terrifyingly ugly.”

You shook your head with an amused smile.

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

Raine stood up and you were stirred away from the table by Andrew’s father and brother, who were determined to show you old photographs of your lover. And Andrew pretended to argue, but he didn’t really mind. He was entertained by their shenanigans more than anything else.

He and his mother cleaned the table, and he was loading plates in the dishwasher when Raine turned to him with a bright grin.

“I’m really happy for you and Y/N, Andy,” she confessed in a quiet voice, to which her younger son answered with a bright grin. “She truly is lovely… Smart, kind, funny…”

Andrew’s heart fluttered at her words, he averted his eyes to hide his blush and the grin he couldn’t refrain.

“Yeah… she is,” he nodded.

“And you seem happy with her.”

“I am. I really am, mom.”

“I knew she’d be good for you… when we met her at your reading session, the other day… I just knew. I knew she’d give you the kind of love you deserve.”

“Thanks, mom…”

“How serious is it, then?”

Andrew took a second to answer, to gather his emotions into coherent words. He thought about downplaying it all, about hiding how much he truly felt for you… but Raine was his mother. He could never hide anything from her…

“It’s… it’s pretty serious, yeah.”

She looked at him, expectant. His heart grew warm as he thought of you.

“I… it’s very serious,” he nodded, his voice quiet, one of tender confessions. “I really want this to work. She’s… she’s amazing, and… I’m so happy with her. And I… I love her. Like… I was already in love with her before we actually got together. And I… I only seem to love her more and more every day. I… I keep on falling in love with her again and again, and I don’t really know how that’s possible, like it seems endless even though I already have so much love for her, but… yeah… She’s the real thing, that’s for sure. I… I love her so much…”

Raine grinned, something emotional glistening in her eyes, rested a soothing hand on her son’s arm.

“Your heart chose well. She’s amazing. Your father and I appreciate her a lot, already. And it’s obvious Jon is taking a liking to her too.”

“I’m glad.”

She tilted her head.

“But?”

Andrew heaved a sigh, she could always read him like an open book…

“But… I’m worried sometimes… like… I’m worried that my relationship with Sam could slow me down. I’m… I’m worried that I might fuck this up because of it…”

Remnants of your fight flashed before his eyes.

“I’m just… I’m worried. I’m scared, too. I’m scared she’s going to leave. I’m scared she’ll realise she’s too good for me…”

But his mother shushed him.

“Don’t let these thoughts hold you down,” she admonished. “Y/N loves you dearly, it’s obvious. You simply need time to adjust in this new relationship, to accept that this is how you’re supposed to be loved. You’ll make it through that struggle, I know you will. You just need time. And so does Y/N.”

Slowly, he nodded, trying to believe her words.

“I just… I’ve never felt like that before, even with Sam,” Andrew confessed, looking at dirty plates he had already set in the dishwasher, although he couldn’t see any of them. “That’s… overwhelming.”

“It means you truly love her. It means that’s the kind of love that’s truly worth fighting for.”

A knock on the kitchen door startled them both, and you appeared carrying empty glasses.

“Just so you know… Jon has found the tape,” you chirped happily, while Andrew’s eyes grew round and he blushed in embarrassment.

“I’m going to kill him…” were Andrew’s only words before he exited the kitchen, but he couldn’t refrain a smile as the sound of your laughter mingled with his mother’s.

You left his parents’ home late that night, you were sleepy and let Andrew drive you home. You were still merry and full of love, and Andrew adored the sight. You had promised Raine and John to come again at the next family dinner, in two weeks. Andrew could not have been happier…

When he pulled over before your building it was past midnight already. He waited for you to kiss him goodnight, but you lingered in his car.

“This was a lovely evening. Thank you again, for inviting me.”

“Thank you for coming.”

“I really like your family a lot. They’re so nice. It’s obvious where your kindness comes from.”

“Thanks.”

You reached for his hand.

“Stay with me tonight.”

Andrew chuckled.

“Tempting offer, but I’m too tired for anything to happen. And I have a reputation I’m trying to uphold. Can’t disappoint you so quickly in our relationship.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I meant, for sleeping. Like… sleepy sleeping. Not sexy sleeping.”

He hummed, refraining a laugh, but you spoke again. You looked adorable like this, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion, tenderness putting a soft smile on your lips. And the touch of your fingers upon his was gentle, grounding.

“I like that. Falling asleep beside you. Please, stay.”

How could he say no to such a plea?

He turned off the engine, and you grinned at him.

He followed you outside his car, inside your building, in the elevator, in the corridor, in your hallway, in your bathroom, in your bed. He let you guide him in these places that already felt familiar, he knew he would have followed you anywhere. Wasn’t that crazy? To love someone so deeply? So soon?

You snuggled into his side as soon as you were both under the covers, as soon as the lights were off. In the darkness, he could only hear and feel your presence, in the rhythm of your quiet breathing, in the dip of the mattress under your weight, in the warmth of your body holding his in a safe embrace, in the gentle squeeze of your hand around his fingers.

He closed his eyes, let your nearness draw him to the verge of sleep, but then your voice came from the darkness. In this bed with you, he wasn’t so sure where his body ended and yours began.

“I heard you talking with your mother.”

Andrew’s eyes snapped open.

“I didn’t mean to… I was just carrying empty glasses to the kitchen, to get a refill for your brother and your father. But I overheard your conversation and… I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt. I… I feel a little bad about it.”

“You didn’t do it on purpose,” he conceded, although he felt uneasy knowing you had overheard his confession.

“I… I love you, Andy. I love you so much. I… I feel the same as you do. And I’m… I’m also really scared that this is not going to work. But I trust you. And I know that you’re better than Frank. It might take a little time, like your mother said, but… I want to believe that we can love each other the way we deserve.”

“I’m going to love you the best I can.”

“I know. And I will do the same.”

He kissed your hair, heard the quiet breath you let out as your body melted against his.

“And… honey?”

“Hmmm?”

“You do deserve me. You’re such a good person, Andy… you’re amazing. I’m already happier with you than I’ve ever been with Frank. Don’t be scared of that, okay? I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too. And I’m happy with you as well.”

The promise he made you was one he knew he could never break.

“I’d do anything to make you happy, Y/N. Anything at all.”

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #the hoziest #hozier x reader #hozier x you #hozier x y/n #hozier x fem!reader #hozier series #hozier au #hozier professeor au #hozier fanfiction #hozier fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #series #professor au

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yourmomsfavouritegirl · 1 day ago

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Caitlin Clark x Reader

Warnings; none

Author's notes; After the last practice of the week Caitlin came back to your shared dorm exhausted and wants nothing more than to be babied by her girlfriend not minding that she has been sick for days now

Reader's pov

I was making some soup to eat because lately i have been a bit sick and i wanted something to eat without feeling like I'll throw up the next second.

As i wiped my hands on the towel i had beside me i heard the door open. "Baby!" A voice shouted making me smile knowing who it was.

I made my way to the living room only to be met with an extremely happy Caitlin. She launched herself at me wrapping her arms around me making me giggle. She peppered kisses allover my face and neck before i managed to get her off of me.

"someone missed me huh?" I asked with a grin as she nodded rapidly. "Yeah well baby keep your distance cause I am sick and i don't want you to get sick as well" i said. Although she didn't like it much

"there ain't no way I'm not getting cuddles from you. I don't care if i get sick" she said clinging behind me as i returned to the kitchen. I laughed at her reaction accepting my fate.

"I made soup. You want some?" I asked giving her the spoon to taste the food herself. Her eyes widened and nodded with a smile. "This is great. It's cold outside so this is like heaven honestly" she murmured against my neck.

I smiled at her reaction and nodded before pulling out another plate for her. As we waited for the soup yo get somewhat cold so we could eat it Caitlin turned me around and placed me on top of the counter

I opened my arms and motioned for her to get in which she happily did. I caressed her back softly and from time to time she would tighten her grip on my waist so i would keep doing what i wss already doing

"Baby is there something wrong? You're awfully quiet" i said worriedly. She shook her head and looked up at me. "I'm just really tired. That's all. And i missed you" she said and kissed my cheek. I looked at her in awe before burying her head on my neck and snuggling her closer to me.

"I love you" i whispered at her ear before placing a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at me and with a smile and tired eyes she placed her soft pink lips against mine. She seemed so fragile all i wanted to do was to protect her

Once she pulled away she kept strong eye contact. Her gaze soft but it was full of love and delicate enough to make my heart melt. "I love you too baby" she whispered as she rested her forehead against mine.

I smiled at her before throwing a look at the food seeing it's ready. "Come on let's go eat. We can cuddle by the television after" I said and her eyes lit up. I shook my head laughing as i hopped off the counter. She helped me set the table and after putting the rest of the stuff to the side we sat down next to eachother.

We ate in silence with just the faint sounds of the radio in the kitchen. She held my hand squeezing it here and there. You see Caitlin loves my personal space. But i love her too much to say anything. I don't mind honestly.

After we devoured our plates she placed a kiss on my hand before she got up and took the plates with her back to the kitchen. I smiled at the thought because even eif she was tired from practice she still made sure to clean up after us because I was not feeling good.

She came back and scooped me up like a princess before softly placing me on the couch. I was watching her closely with a huge smile on my face. She laid slowly on top of me placing her head on my chest while her hands circled their way around my belly.

I placed a soft kiss on her head and placed my hands on top of hers caressing them softly. I scratched lightly her back making her hum in the sensation making a smile come to my lips.

"I love it when you do that" she mumbled in my neck. I chuckled at how inaudible what she said was but still from the little that i heard it was cute. We sat there in a comfortable silence watching some random tv show.

This must be by far my favourite thing in the world. Those slow days with her by my side just relaxing and enjoying eachother's presence. She's too cute while sitting like that. Honestly i can't help but fall more and more in love with her as the time passes by.

#caitlin clark #ncaa wbb #ncaa women’s basketball #iowa #iowa news #iowa hawkeyes #iowa wbb #caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark imagine #fluff

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jthealien · 1 day ago

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Unfashionable Aroace Lesbian Rates Buddy’s Outfits

I may not be qualified to do this (see reasons above) but I do like making lists.

Please note that I’m not trying to genuinely criticize any of the designs, this is all just for funsies! :3 Also my rating scale is very subjective and arbitrary.

Normal Outfit: 5.5/10

—If I'm being real it’s a little goofy,, maybe it’s the stripes

—It’s funny that this is one of his less revealing outfits, and it’s at a point where he hates Chase (having your boobs out as a metaphor for trust or something)

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Toffee Break: 8.5/10

—I really like the gemstones and the headband, so shiny!!

—Idk I just think this one is nice

—Extra points for cat

—The chest window here was a gateway drug for him showing more skin in all the other outfits

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We Need to Talk: 8/10

—Oh wow I like the sparkly outfit with gems/crystals who could’ve guessed

—The patterns!!

—And it’s blue!! I think he should wear other colors more often, they look good on him

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Beach Boys: 6/10

—I mean the tattoo is pretty cool. Don’t have much else to say

—The bracelets and anklets are nice I like those

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Dreams by Day: 9/10

—It makes me so sad that this is a one-off outfit. I love it so much.

—Like I said, he needs to wear more colors, green especially

—The earrings! Look at them!! He never misses on the jewelry tbh

—Also the scales are super neat

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Sick Days: 9.5/10

—Guys this honestly might be my favorite outfit of his

—It ticks all the boxes of Things I Like (sparkly stuff, gemstones, feathers/birds, moons)

—I really love the gemstones below the eyes idk what is it about them

—The feather jacket with the big collar!!

—The sort of loose sheer top that fades into being opaque is also fun love that

—Something about this outfit makes him look so pretty. Is it the eye gems it seriously might be the gems (crow brain)

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Dreams by Night: 7/10

—It’s cool, I like the sheer cape thingy

—He still has to dress up even when he’s dead and in some else’s subconscious <3 (commitment to the bit I respect it)

-(I’m not rating the tattered rag outfit in his own dream I think that’d be mean)

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All that Glitters: 9/10

—The hairstyle really suits him, but it’s funny he changed it one (1) time and never again. (Honestly same, I never change up my hair I’m afraid of ruining it Forever)

—He kind of has the miles edgeworth cut going on, maybe that’s why I like it

—The waist cape is very pretty with the pattern (is it called a waist cape,, I don’t know fashion terms)

—Eye makeup!!!! Hell Yeah!!!!!!

—King of doing cool things one time and never again (please bring back the makeup)

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Honor Among Thieves: 6.5/10

—eh

—Look I’m aware I’m not the target audience, I just personally think it was better with the hoodie on (that version gets an extra .5)

—The earring eats though

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Requiem: 9/10

(Guess who just learned that there’s a 10 image per post limit on the app. I cba so we’re going imageless the last two </3)

—Devil symbolism let’s go!!!

—Love the top honestly, the web-like stuff around the cutouts is cool, and so are the thorns. (Bonus points for the thorn symbolism love that shit)

—The devil’s tail on the pants is a neat detail (pun not intended)

—The little horns! Cute!

—Might be the opposite of their intended effect but I think his fangs are really cute,, he’s so cat idk how else to explain it. I wish he had them all the time.

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Still Waters: 9.5/10

-He’s so gorjus,,

-Listen. Ok. Something about this one makes him kind of look like a butch lesbian. Do we see the vision or am I insane.

-I really don’t have any other justification for why this one ranked so high, it’s the vibes

-Also return of the earrings!! Basically a cheat code to get me to like an outfit more

-Says something that one of my favorite outfits is the one where he’s showing the least skin (it says that I’m gay)

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Final Ranking!!

1: Sick Days

2: Still Waters

3: Requiem

4: All that Glitters

5: Dreams by Day

6: Toffee Break

7: We Need to Talk

8: Dreams by Night

9: Honor Among Thieves

10: Beach Boys

11: Default Skin

#Take a shot every time I say something is ‘pretty’ or ‘cool’ or ‘pretty cool’#I’m normally very wordy but I’m not uh Great at describing clothes so yeah #If other people want to do their own rankings that’d be fun #cinderella boy #cinderella boy webtoon #buddy cinderella boy #j talks a lot

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shygirl4991 · 1 day ago

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Chapter 3 Pride in yourself

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! Fic prompt from @itsajanea Last Chapter Next chapter Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

The party has ended with the guests all gone, SMG4 sighs, cleaning up the castle with the help of Mario and Tari. As he swept the floor his mind kept going back to Aster and SMG3 having fun together, he could feel his eyes sting from the memory. Shaking his head he focused on cleaning rather than his confusing emotions, Mario stood from afar watching his best friend. Frowning he looks down at the pasta in his hand, that's when an idea hits him. SMG4 smiles at his friends as he walks to them to the front of the castle “Thanks for helping out, see you both tomorrow!” he waves at the pair before closing the door.

Once alone he walks to his room changing into his iconic overalls, he then throws himself on his bed. He lets out a weary sigh, he hasn't felt this drain since the castle incident. His eyes drifted to a photo on his dresser, he turns and picks it up, his hat falling off his head as he looks at the photo. The photo was of him, Three, and Mario throwing a small party for Mar10 day. After what happened with everything Four felt he had to make up for his mistakes, he remembered how grumpy SMG3 was when he dragged him over. SMG4 giggled at how adorable he found it, he blushes noticing his thoughts and drops the photo next to him in bed.

He laid there staring at the roof confused, his mind going back to what Mario told him “Gay for SMG3…yeah right.” He turns in his bed to see the photo again, his eyes fixed on SMG3 as he drifts to sleep. He opens them again to see he was back in Peach's castle, he felt his blood run cold as he looked around. Slowly he walked around, he started to hear loud music blasting through the castle. Confused by this, he followed the sound, the sight he found made him gasped.There everyone was wearing formal wear, Mario turned and ran up to him “What are you doing here, meme boy? It’s too late, Aster and SMG3…” Not understanding his best friend he turns and sees Aster and SMG3 in their wedding outfits cutting the cake. He felt sick again at the sight of Three looking so soft at Aster, he shakes his head letting out a shaky smile “I..I am sooo happy for them!”

Mario gives him a tight hug “Then why even in your dreams you cry?” startled from the comment SMG4 touches his face to feel his tears. Before Four could comment on anything a loud bang jolts him awake, he blinks still waking up confused on what's happening. There he sees Mario running up to him worried, Four looks away wiping his tears “Mario why are you here?”

The plumber steps back and shows him a bag “Mario is taking you on a trip! We are seeing a professional to help you with the gay.” SMG4 blinks, staring at the bag then at his best friend, with a sigh he lays back in his bed. Mario rolls his eyes and grabs SMG4 leg dragging him out of the bed “WHA!? MARIO LET ME GO!” Mario kept going ignoring the guardians pleas, he had a mission and he wont let nothing stop him.

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Aster tosses and turns in bed, they feel their body heat up and pain surge through them. Flashes of a bright light coming at them kept playing on loop, then a huge explosion happened causing Aster to jolt up from their sleep breathing heavily. Their body was shaking as they struggled to calm their breathing, still seeing the bright light coming at them. They jump feeling something warm and comforting holding their arm, slowly their breathing relaxed as their eyes shifted to the person next to them. It took a moment to remember that after SMG4 party SMG3 asked them to stay the night, they stare at the sleeping man’s face. With a sigh they slowly pulled themself away, getting up from the bed Aster looked around the room. They needed something to wear that wasn't their formal wear, knowing the height difference between them and Three meant they were going to have to use a little trick to get something to fit. As they look around the room their eyes locked onto the USB on the shelf, he gets closer looking at it “Is this how you got to the world?” They slowly reach for it before stopping themself, this wasn’t their mission and need to make sure not to mess with anything that could give them away. They kept looking and found a journal in one of the drawers, they looked back at the bed seeing SMG3 was still sleeping. It was risky taking the whole thing for information, quickly they ripped a few pages out and shoved them in their bag. With a sigh they were about to give up the search for comfy pajamas till they notice a small pile of clothes in a box, they get closer and smile as they take the pajamas out. Their eyes glow purple as they sprinkle dust on the clothes to grow slightly. “Not too much now, wouldn't want my darling to notice something off,” with a giggle they change into the pajamas finally free from their formal wear.

Once changed they walk to the elevator with their things and go up, so far things were going smooth, they were so sure that the man would wake up. As they arrive at the surface they grab their bag ready to leave, suddenly their phone rings as they walk towards the front door. Looking at the number Aster groans “Yes father?” they could hear the star mumbling something before talking to them “Are you still with the target?” Aster sighs as they drop their bag and lean on the counter “Of course I am, where do you think I am? Hitting on some random person in the kingdom, I just got him as my boyfriend. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't want to spend more time with him?” Ztar sighs “You know what happens if you're out too long without eating,” Aster rolls their eyes as they listen to the dark star scolding him. Their eyes flicker red as their grip on the phone tightens “SHUT UP!” realizing what they did they take a deep breath “Sorry…just dad I will follow your orders and not fail you, so just trust me?” Ztar lets out a dark chuckle sending chills down Aster spine “I trust you, i don't trust SMG3. Don't fall for the good guardian act, make sure that idiot falls for you, let him say the words I love you. Once he does you know what you must do,” With those words the call ends leaving Aster staring at their phone frowning.

Aster looks at their bag then at the elevator, they go to their bag and take out their hair tie. With a hum they pick up their hair and walk into the kitchen “ A good partner makes breakfast for their boyfriend, plus…some sugar would be nice right now.” They start to hum a song as they go around the kitchen grabbing the ingredients needed to make the pair pancakes, they hear a bark and turn to see Eggdog watching them. Aster’s eyes go wide seeing the pup before going up to him and giving the pup a hug “Ah Eggdog’s are so cute! Would you like to be my helper?” with a bark Aster goes back to cooking with Eggdog by his side. SMG3 slowly opens his eyes as he pats the spot next to him, sitting up he frowns seeing the spot empty. With a sigh he gets up “I’m sure they have already run home,” getting out of bed he lets out a yawn before brushing his teeth and making his way to the elevator. He rubs his eyes “Need to figure out how to bring in a crowd,” he leans against the elevator walls thinking about the state of his cafe. While he was making money, it wouldn't be enough to keep the business going. The amount he spends on making his bombs along with always having to call someone in to fix his coffee maker thanks to Mario leads him to spending more than he expected.

As the elevator doors open he steps out only to be given a surprise, his eyes go wide as he blushes seeing Aster cooking and dancing with Eggdog “ We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever. But now, who’s gonna dance with me?” Aster drops the last pancake on the plate as they cover one stack with whip cream.

They turn ready to place the plates on the table, the sight of Aster in his pajamas with their hair up made SMG3 heart race. He couldn't believe he had such an attractive partner “Uh…morning you,” Aster jumps turning around with wide eyes “SMG3?! Ahem, ah darling, I see you are awake. I thought I would make something to eat before I go.” Three stares at the two plates and notice the stack with an unhealthy amount of whip cream, Aster sits in front of that stack placing sprinkles and syrup on the stack. Three take the bottle of syrup from them with a small smile “You know, i'm not one to judge people’s taste given i like to drink out of a bottle of hot sauce. But I have to admit I never expected someone like you to have a sweet tooth.” Aster lets out a soft giggle catching Three by surprise “When I'm stressed I tend to eat sugary things,” their violet eyes that shine brightly dim as they stare at the stack “I also can't taste things without it being covered in sugar, not sure why.” SMG3 frowns as he reaches out grabbing Aster hand, they look up from their plate to see a soft look from the man in front of them “Hey doesn't matter, i will make sure to make the sweetest cup of coffee just for you.” He wink’s causing Aster to feel strange, with a small shake of their head they focus on the role they are playing. They give a charming smile towards Three “My my darling, almost feels like you're trying to outdo me on the charm!” SMG3 laughs “Me? Never after all i could never sing careless whispers as proud as you do when cooking!” Aster’s face goes bright red hearing the man's words, Three takes a bite of his pancakes before smirking at his partner “Didn't expect to get the mighty Aster so red in the face, not a fan of people hearing you sing?”

Aster scoffs as they shove pancakes into their mouth, then an idea comes to them. With a chuckle they get up “Alright darling, if you think you can out charm me then show me your moves.” Three stares confused at them before getting pulled out of the chair “Come on!” Aster gives Three a bright smile that makes him laugh as they start playing careless whispers on their phone, Three rolls his eyes as he takes Aster hands. “Really?” Three shakes his head amused as Aster pulls Three closer “What can i say, i feel a connection with this song!” Three chuckles looking into Aster eyes. They smile at each other as they sway to the song, forgetting their meal as the pair get lost in their dance. Three listens to the lyrics, frowning at the idea of possibly losing Aster due to his fears he decides to take a deep breath. “Hey Aster?” Three lets go of Aster hands as he wraps his arms around their neck, Aster looks into his eyes curious. “Yes darling? Is something wrong?” Three shakes his head “We just became official, and you have been the one doing all the heavy lifting while I'm just standing here like an idiot.” Aster’s hands slowly rest on Three’s waist, “Well darling i don't min-” SMG3 places a finger on Aster’s lips “I take your challenge on charming you, tonight meet me at Bowser’s restaurant.” Aster’s eyes go wide in surprise before they smile, Three could swear he saw stars in their eyes as he moves his finger from their lips “Deal!” they shouted before bending down and sealing the agreement with a kiss.

They smile at Three before hearing a ding from their cell phone, taking out their phone Aster lets out a sigh. Three frowns seeing their reaction, Aster grabs their plate of pancakes and quickly eats it. With their mouth full they run to grab their bag “Sorry,” they swallow the food to speak more properly “I got a job to do, you know how it is. See you tonight?” Three nods as he gives Aster a quick peck before watching them run out of the cafe, he turns and stares at his plate of pancakes. Slowly he smiles at the plate then turns to Eggdog “They are amazing aren't they Eggdog?” The pup barks hopping around in joy, he walks to the table to finish his meal. As Aster walks out the cafe they hear the whisper of a wish, they pause, turning to look at the cafe. They focus on the whisper ‘I wish I could get more customers to save my cafe and be able to spoil Aster tonight.’

Aster’s eyes go wide at the wish “This is new…maybe i can use this,” with a nod they go back to walking away. Knowing what SMG3 desired was exactly what they needed to get even closer to the man, they just needed to think how they could get customers over to him. Getting lost in their thoughts they jump up in surprise when Ztar opens the door for them “What has your mind?” Aster lets out an awkward laugh “Haha oh hey dad, I was just thinking of a new plan to charm the target.” Ztar stares at them for a moment before heading inside the house, Aster sighs looking around before heading inside. When the pair arrived to the world Ztar told them how they needed a home far away from people, they had to stay hidden to make sure no one could stop their plan. Aster didn't get it given so many creatures in the world were not human, a world mix with memes, guardians and other entities it always made them wonder why they must stay hidden. Aster throws themself on the couch as they take out a notebook, Ztar floats over to them “You haven't eaten yet.” Aster waves their hands to shoo away the star. “I don't need it, plus right now I have the perfect plan and I can't let it escape me.” Ztar glares at them using his dark energy to pull the notebook out of Aster’s hands “HEY!” they pout at the dark star. Ztar just keeps glaring at them before Aster groans “Just let me finish this sketch, then I will eat alright? Plus I had pancakes with plenty of sugar. I will be fine!”

Ztar smacks Aster’s head with the notebook “You're not human, pancakes won't give you the energy needed.” Aster pouts, rubbing their head “I got it,” with that Ztar leaves Aster alone in the living room. Being free from their father’s watchful gaze they take out their phone, hitting play on their favorite playlist. As music starts playing they get back to putting together their sketch.

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SMG4 gives up trying to fight Mario as he lets the plumber drag him, Four is then tossed into a building. He lets out a scream as he flies into the building causing someone else to scream along with him. Mario walks into the building with a huge smile “LUIGI ITS TIME!” SMG4 sits up confused as he looks around, Luigi panics, still shaking from the scare he hits a button under the counter. All the doors and windows get locked up tight as SMG4 eyes shrink “What?” Mario lets out an evil chuckle as he pats Four “Get ready meme boy, Mario is going to show you just how gay you are.” Four turns to look at Mario confused as the plumber walks over to his twin “Luigi has been out and proud for years now, he is the best one to help you!” Luigi gives a shy wave as he walks over to Four, he offers a hand helping Four to his feet “Sorry about this, Mario told me you have been struggling with SMG3.”

SMG4 blushes looking away from Luigi “No, I just don't understand why I'm having a hard time being happy that Three found someone. Aster doesn't seem like a bad person and yet…” Luigi hums thinking over his words “I was like that before, back when Daisy started dating someone. Then when I was over Daisy I learned about my interest in men with Bowser. I never thought I would be upset over a villain dating another villain but there I was.” Four turns looking at Luigi “Bowser? The giant turtle that would sell his kids for nuggets?” Luigi chuckles as he rubs his arm, Four could only stare surprised by the plumber's taste in men. Mario smirks at Four “Aren't you in love with an ex villain?” Four turns glaring at his best friend “NO! I don't have feelings for Three, I'm just upset he found someone before me!” Mario looks at his twin waving his arms then pointing at Four, Luigi nods as he walks to the back of the building. After a few moments it finally clicked where he was, it was Luigi’s flower shop. He looks at the different plants in the room, there he sees a sunflower next to a purple tulip. He frowns looking away as the flowers bring him back to the memory of Aster and Three together at the party. Luigi returns with a laptop, on the screen was a quiz “Are you gay quiz? Really?” Four gives an unamused expression at the green plumber.

Luigi nods and points at the different tabs “What helped me figure things out were these quizzes! Before you push the idea about taking them, just know there is no shame in the results and you might feel better knowing that what if.” Four sighs taking the laptop from him “Pick a chair to sit weirdly in? How is that supposed to help anything?” he mumbles as he starts taking the quiz. His eyes go wide seeing the results, glaring he changes tabs not letting the others see what he got. As he finishes the second one he gets more flustered “OH COME ON!” he goes on to the third tab swearing under his breath. The twins exchange a look of concern as they watch the man fight with the laptop. “WHAT DOES HAIR COLOR HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!” he growls as he clicks away at the quiz. Luigi hides behind Mario in fear, Mario frowns seeing the reaction as he slowly pulls away from his twin. He walks over to Four “Maybe it's-a time to take a break?” Four reads the next question “You see an attractive member of the same gender in a..coffee shop. What's the first thing that comes to your mind?” Four blinks before he tosses the laptop getting up, Mario was expecting to see anger in the man’s eyes. Instead all he saw was fear and confusion “I…i just want to go home,” Mario nods walking over to the laptop he finally sees the result of the quizzes ‘Congrats your bi!”

Mario looks at each tab each saying the same result, he turns to see SMG4 looking at the floor. Luigi slowly walks up to him “Four…are you okay?” Mario hits the button behind the counter as Four whispers “I dont know…” he turns to look at Luigi “But I don't have feelings for him.” With the doors open the twins watch as Four leaves, Luigi sighs as he sits down “Was this the right thing to do?” Mario nods as he keeps staring at the door “He never asks for help…we saw what happens when he keeps things to himself. Mario wont let him down again.” —---------------------------

Aster smiles as they spin their newly made outfit, they smile brightly as they put on their bomb earrings “Alright, maybe i didn't have to make a coffee n bomb maid outfit.” They look at their reflection “But i just rock this look!” Ztar stares at Aster for a moment before letting out a cough, they jump at the sound turning around with wide eyes “Geez you scared the shit out of me!” Ztar floats close to Aster looking at their outfit “The true horror is that look, why are you dressed in an outfit with the target's shop name?” Aster grabs a stack of freshly printed out flyers, they then wave the paper at the star's face. Ztar uses his dark energy to take the flyer from Aster, they smile seeing their father looking at the flyer “I'm going to help bring people to his cafe, he will be so happy that will score more points!” Ztar burns the flyer “You sure this is the reason?” He uses his dark energy to grab Aster. He pulls them close looking into the violet of their eyes “Don't let him get close to you, understood?” Aster nods as Ztar pushes them away. “Good, do have fun with your plan.” Once Ztar was gone Aster let out a shaky breath, the last thing they wanted to do was upset their father. With that thought in mind Aster makes sure the flyer’s were all accounted for then leaves the house.

As they leave the house they get pulled back by dark energy, they turn to see Ztar “If you happen to find a super star bring it home for me would you?” Aster sighs as they stare dead pan at their father, Ztar rolls his eyes letting Aster go. They watch as their father floats back into the house, shaking their heads as they head off to the town. As they enter the town they start to look around for a crowded area, seeing people in the center of the plaza they walk over winking at some of the toads that were staring at them. The toads look away blushing making Aster chuckle as they make it to the center “HEY EVERYONE! I’m here to tell you all about a cafe, one with coffee that is out of this world!”

A crowd surrounds Aster as they flash everyone with a charming smile, they hand over the flyers seeing people looking interested. While their looks were attracting a crowd they knew that wouldn't be enough to win everyone over, They slide up to a random person in the crowd and wink as their eyes glow slightly “What's your name sir?” The man looks at Aster confused. “Uh..it's Nick.” Aster leans closer to the man, the moment their eyes meet with the man’s time stopped “You love SMG3 coffee don't you? Why not help me convince these nice people?” Aster takes a step back smiling as everything returns to normal, the man takes a flyer and walks over to his friend. They watch as the man excitedly tells his friends about the flyer, Nick turns to the crowd “That man in a dress is right! LETS ALL GO GET SOME COFFEE!”

Aster frowns, staring at the man annoyed at the comment that was made of them. While no one would know what they would prefer to be referred to, what annoyed them the most was calling their maid outfit a dress. Sure it could be seen as one from a quick look, Aster on the other hand worked hard to make it look like one. They didn't spend hours making an outfit to have it called a dress, with sigh they shake off the man's words. They were being ridiculous letting something like that bother them, they turn around and start waving flyers to get people's attention. “SMG3 COFFEE N BOMBS! THE CAFE WITH EXPLOSIVE DRINKS!” They weren't sure how much time had passed, they could feel themself feeling drained from all the use of their power. As they hand out the last flyer, their smile drops. They stretch looking around to see the huge crowd from before now gone, Aster smiles “Here’s hoping this helps grant that wish.” They start to walk away when they feel someone pull at their skirt, confused they turn to see a Toad blushing at them. The green Toad looked up at them, eyes filled with desire that Aster knew very well.

Before the Toad can open his mouth Aster steps back “Ah sorry, i need to head off but if fate decides it then i would gladly chat!” The Toad frowns as Aster begins to turn around, the room spined for them as they smell something. The Toad seeing Aster not moving anymore runs in front of him “At least let me tell you my name!” Aster’s eyes went wide, now understanding what was going on, they used too much energy. They take a step back shaking their heads “NO! Ahem, my sweet toad isn't it better to leave these things as a mystery? I know it will certainly make me think about you more.” They needed to get away from the Toad and his strong wish, as they looked around for an excuse to escape. Aster’s phone starts to ring, thanking the stars they pick up the phone and walk away from the Toad.

SMG3 smiles hearing Aster pick up the phone, leaning on the counter he starts to doodle on his notepad “Hey babe, I just..needed to hear you.” Aster frowns as they stop walking “Everything alright darling?” They were getting nervous, there was no way the plan could fail after all they charmed the crowd SMG3 chuckles as he finishes his doodle of Aster “Everything is fine, Can’t a guy miss his partner?” Aster couldn't help smiling at the comment “Oh you can darling, but do know your presence is also missed. And you know I'm getting thirsty, think someone got a cup of coffee to give me?” Three’s eyes sparkle hearing Aster words “Of course but I charge extra to guys that think they can be charming!” Aster shakes their head smiling brightly. “Alright I can take that since a handsome man is taking me somewhere, see you soon.”

Aster hangs up still smiling at their phone, they then hear in the background someone calling out to them. Rolling their eyes they put their phone away and started walking again, they could feel their body getting heavy. The Toads voice behind them gets louder, offering his phone number.They grab their head feeling anger growing, their purple eyes turning red as they turn glaring at the green Toad. The Toad giggles in excitement getting Aster attention, ignoring the angry expression on their face. “Okay i'm not going to be nice here, listen up mushroom i have a boyfriend and no time for small things like you. Get it?” The green Toad waves his hand “Oh i don't mind you being taken, still got to take my shot right?” Aster’s eyes go back to purple as he blankly stares at the Toad “Your people are an interesting sort, listen I'm not interested and it's best if you don't get any closer you can get hurt.” The Toad runs off and returns with a box to stand on, once on the box he grabs Aster’s hand. They look around awkwardly as the green Toad gives them a loving stare, Aster pulls away “No.”

The Toad frowns as Aster gasps seeing the aura again, they take a step back feeling themself losing control “LEAVE!” Aster covered their face thinking of anything that could stop the hungry only, SMG3 face pops in causing Aster to shake his head “Why did he have to come to mind ugh.” Toad looks down and cries “Fine…sorry for being a bother, good old Branden will leave.” As Branden was walking away he felt a hand on him, he turned looking surprised as he got taken. Red eyes glowing in the shadows as the Toad felt his chest tighten, a deep chuckle was heard “What's going on? Dont hurt me!”

SMG3 was freaking out, one moment he was relaxing in his cafe doodling his partner when an army of customers came in. His cafe hasn't been this busy in months, Three does his best to juggle all the orders as Eggdog dances to distract the new people coming in. Aster walks in the cafe wearing their usual outfit as they look around “Whoa full house!” hearing their voice Eggdog stops dancing and runs up to them. Aster giggles picking up the pup, Three turns as he hears Aster's voice and smiles at him “Hey! Sorry but I'm not sure I can save you a cup with how busy it is right now.” Aster gives Eggdog a kiss on his head as they place the pup on the counter, they then start to take peoples orders. Three looks at Aster confused only to get a dismissive wave from them, Three softly smiles as he continues to make orders and deliver them. One of the girls was staring at Aster, she hummed as she drank her coffee watching every movement they did. Seeing the woman checking out Aster, Three steps in front of her “Better have a good reason for staring at my partner.” He glares at her as she awkwardly looks away. The girl’s friend snapped her fingers before taking out her cell phone “You know your partner looks like that maid guy, see look!” Three looks at her phone and gasps seeing Aster in a coffee n bomb maid outfit, he turns and stares at Aster who was brewing coffee. He walks away from the table and gets close to his partner, the moment Aster bent down to grab something Three took his shot. He presses his lips against their cheek before running off, Aster blushes looking at Three confused as the man kept working “That was..unexpected.”

As the last customer leaves the cafe, Aster throws himself on a chair “Wow..never want to do that again.” Three hands a cup of coffee to Aster, their eyes light up taking it. The strong smell of sugar has them excited to drink coffee for once, Three sits across from them with a soft smile “Enjoy, once we are rested we have dinner to get to.” Aster hums as they drink the coffee, the strong taste of sugar surprises them as they look at the cup. Three smirks “That's right I remember your sugar thing, thought i should make a special coffee just for you.” Aster smiles at the cup, their expression so soft it makes Three lightly blush “Thank you SMG3.” Aster goes back to drinking their coffee while Three now sits with a bright red face, since knowing them he learned one big thing. Aster rarely uses people’s names, he felt his heart racing at just hearing his name said. Aster notices Three’s red face making them giggle “You doing okay there Darling? Your face is glowing,” Three stands up hiding his pout “Finish your coffee and get ready, i will meet you for the date later!” he storms away leaving Aster with a smug smile. —---------------------------------

SMG4 didn't know how much time passed as he walked around the town, his head couldn't wrap around the quiz. He never noticed men before as his main focus was getting a girlfriend, he looks at his youtube history filled with girlfriend asmr. He blushes as he starts to put on his air pods, slowly, he types asmr boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, he hits play letting a smooth man's voice talk to him. He hums feeling relaxed hearing the man telling him how amazing he is, he could feel himself daydreaming about being on a date. He was wearing his spy outfit giggling as a mysterious man was across from him, Four’s face goes red as he closes the video and removes the airpods. He bites his lip looking at his phone “Oh memes…” He runs home trying to get his screaming thoughts to quiet down, the moment he sees the showgrounds he slowly stops running. He couldn't believe he blinded himself, all this time searching for the perfect women when he could have also looked for the perfect man. “Okay…maybe I am bisexual. I mean asmr videos just give tingles not like if i see a handsome man i'm going to just-” before he can finish SMG3 walks out of the cafe dressed up for his date.

SMG4 blushes as the world freezes seeing Three, his guardian partner notices him and flashes him a smile that could make Four explode. “Hey scrub, you've been busy. Haven't seen you around all day.” Four awkwardly looks away “Ah yeah…Mario kidnapped me for some stupid adventure, you know how he can be.” Three rolls his eyes “Surprise he didn't drag me to, guess i can thank Aster for saving me there” Hearing Aster name made Four stomach twist as he attempts to hide his jealousy “haha yeah that partner of yours…got a date with them?” Three smirks and flicks his hat “You know it, don't worry Four i'm sure you can win a chick over with your lame memes.” He chuckles and pats Four’s back as he walks away, Four looks at the floor as he slowly presses his hand to his chest. “Oh no…Mario is right, I'm in love with Three.” He feels himself about to cry, making sure no one was around he dashes into the castle to lock himself away in his room.

Things won't be the same and Four isn't sure if this is good news or terrible news, all he knew was he can never see his ex rival the same.

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Elphaba was excited that it was her and Glinda’s wedding day. She dressed and prepared with Nessarose and Fiyero.

“Omg, my big sister is getting married,” Nessarose said excitedly.

“I hope one day I meet the special someone,” Fiyero said.

“I’m so lucky I have Boq. I never thought someone would care for me,” Nessarose said.

“I’m tired of just dancing through life. I want to meet that special someone,” Fiyero said.

“Maybe you’ll meet them at the wedding?” Nessarose suggested.

“How do I look?” Elphaba asked.

Elphaba was in a black suit. It complimented the color of her skin.

“You look amazing,” Nessarose said.

“Spectacular. I am so jealous of Glinda that she is marrying you,” Fiyero said.

“Maybe the two of us would have worked out in another lifetime?” Elphaba said.

“Maybe?” Fiyero said.

“Okay, let’s go,” Nessarose said.

Elphaba looked one more time in the mirror and exited the room with Nessarose and Fiyero.

Glinda was excited. Today was her wedding day. Pfannee and Shenshen were in the room with her. Glinda was in a white dress that looked good on her.

“You look so beautiful. Elphaba will be knocked out by how beautiful you look,” Pfannee said.

“You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen,” ShenShen said.

Glinda thought about what would happen in less than an hour. She would be married to her best friend. She would be one with Elphaba. They even bought matching rings. A pink ring for Elphaba and a green ring for Glinda. She could not wait to wear the green ring for the rest of her life, symbolising her commitment to Elphaba.

“Ready to go?” Pfannee asked.

“Yeah,” Glinda responded.

Glinda looked into the mirror one last time and walked out, ready to be married.

Elphaba walked down the aisle with Nessarose and Fiyero. Glinda walked down the aisle with Pfannee and SHenShen.

Glinda and Elphaba reached the altar and faced each other. They took each other’s hands and stared at each other.

Elphaba thought Glinda was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The dress complimented her, and she could not believe Glinda would soon be her wife.

Glinda thought Elphaba looked mesmerizing in her black suit. It suited her perfectly, and she could not wait for Elphaba to be her wife.

“Welcome, everyone. It is time to celebrate Elphaba and Glinda's wedding. If anyone has any reason that these two should not marry, please speak now or forever hold your tongue,” THe registrar said.

Silence as everyone smiled at Elphaba and Glinda.

“Great. Silence, we all love to hear it,” the registrar said. “Elphaba and Glinda have written their vows.”

“Glinda, before I met you, I was so alone. I was always the butt of the joke. We didn’t hit it off on the right foot. We antagonised each other. Although I think that was just foreplay. Eventually, we started to understand each other, and we became inseparable best friends. We realized we were in love, and the rest, as they say, was history. Glinda, my best friend and wife, I promise to cherish you every day when we are together for the rest of our lives. I promise always to put you first and take care of you. I promise that it will always be you and me against the world,” Elphaba said.

“Elphaba, I was an inauthentic version of myself before I met you. You helped me find my authentic self. I love the person that I am when I’m with you. I promise always to put you first. I want to always be there for you and never give up on you. To listen to you when you think something is unjust and try to do something about it with you. You and me against the world,” Glinda said.

“Great,” the registrar said. “Beautiful vows. Now it is time for the ring exchange.”

Fiyero brought them the rings.

“Now repeat after me,” the registrar said. “I, Elphaba, with this ring, take you as my wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health til death do us part.”

“I, Elphaba, with this ring, take you as my wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health til death do us part,” Elphaba slid the green ring on Glinda’s finger.

Glinda, with this ring, takes you as my wife, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health til death do us part,” Glinda said, sliding the pink ring on Elphaba’s finger.

“I now pronounce you wives. You may kiss each other,” the registrar said.

Glinda placed her hands around Elphaba’s face and slowly leaned over to kiss Elphaba. The kiss was magical. The spark was there as if it was their first kiss again. In a way, it was their first kiss. It was their first kiss as wives. Elphaba could not believe that Glinda was her wife. The little pink-wearing firecracker was hers for the rest of her life.

GLinda loved the first kiss as wives. It was magical. She could not believe that Elphaba was her wife. That magical creature that changed everything in her life was her wife. They were wives.

Glinda and Elphaba released each other. They walked hand in hand down the aisle as wives. Everyone threw confetti at them and cheered.

It was their wedding reception. Glinda was sitting on Elphaba’s lap and snuggling up with her wife. She could not believe she was her wife; it sounded so good on her tongue. Glinda was too excited to eat; she wanted to be on Elphaba’s lap all evening.

“It is time for the wives to get here and dance their first dance,” The DJ announced.

Elphaba took Glinda’s hands and led her to the dance floor. They chose the song together—the same music played during their first dance at the club when Glinda humbled herself in front of Elphaba.

Glinda and Elphaba danced the same way they had that night: arm brushing against arm, arms flying, and shaking their heads.

Glinda could not believe how far they had come since that dance in the club. They became everything to each other, and now they are wives. Life was strange.

“I love you so much, Elphaba. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, wife,” Glinda said.

“I love you too, Glinda. You truly changed my life,” Elphaba said.

Elphaba leaned down and kissed Glinda. Cherishing that she can kiss Glinda for the rest of her life.

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Finding out you’re pregnant

A/n: Happy new year guys. As promised for the new year this is the start of a pregnancy mini series. New parts will be out when I can get them done hope you enjoy ~ Lucy

Gavi:

Over the past week or so I haven't been feeling right I've felt nauseous most days and just overall not myself. I have also missed my period which only really points to one thing but I don't want to believe it. Pablo and I are still so young sure we've been together for nearly 3 years now but having kids isn't something we've talked about much. We both want them but it was always an in the future thing so for it to maybe be happening now has me panicking. I know I should take a test to find out for sure but I'm scared because once I know the result it becomes real and if I'm pregnant I have to tell Pablo.

Today though I feel like I can't put it off anymore I have to find out and deal with the consequences whatever they are. I can't do it alone though so I went out and got a test as Mikky is coming over with Miles and I figured she'd be a good person to have around when I find out as she's been through it all. When she arrived I told her how I'd been feeling and my plan and she was encouraging me straight away telling me that everything would be fine. After I took the test she waited with me and even looked at the result first as I was too scared even though I already knew what it would be. Once my suspicions were confirmed and I knew I was pregnant the conversation turned to how to tell Pablo, Mikky suggested doing something simple like just giving him the test in a box so that's what we set up.

When Pablo finally got home Mikky left leaving just the two of us. Being alone with him I felt so nervous I mean what is he going to think he doesn't often get mad at me but I can see this being one of the rare times he does. Surely he doesn't want to be tied down by a baby when his career is just starting out I know he wants to enjoy being young but I don't know if he can do that for much longer.

"Are you ok you've been extra quiet ever since I got home" Pablo said

"I'm fine but I have something for you" I said handing him the box

"You're pregnant" he whispered clearly shocked

"Yeah I am and I know we said we weren't ready for kids so I'm sorry and I get if you want nothing to do with me now" I rambled

"Hey it's ok I'm actually really excited we're starting our own family sure it's sooner than I imagined but I can't wait to see this baby grow" he said giving me a kiss which made me feel a lot better

Pedri:

Pedri and I have talked about having kids. Starting a family is something we both want but neither of us are quite ready yet or at least we weren't but now we might have to be. I've been feeling quite sick the last few days and straight away my mind went to the day Pedri and I weren't as careful as we usually are which of course has come back to haunt us. I wanted to ignore it and at least wait for my period to be late but Pedri wanted to know now and I'm not going to say no.

To find out we needed a test as I don't keep them on hand as we are always careful so I don't keep tests for emergencies but maybe I should. Pedri wanted to come in the store with me but he also didn't want us to be seen and for someone to put our business all over social media. So it was just me who went in wearing sunglasses and a mask so no one recognised me either. It was so nerve wracking buying the test especially when the cashier wished me luck I felt like a teenager sneaking around behind their parents back. On the drive home Pedri held my hand the entire way trying to help calm me down which was a sweet gesture but it didn't really help.

Back in the comfort of our own home I went straight to the downstairs bathroom to take the test. Pedri stood with me as we waited the 5 minutes for the results his arms were around my waist and my head rested on his chest as I thought about what the result might mean for us. It all feels like a lot but having Pedri there made me feel a lot better as it felt like we were truly in this together. The timer I set scared the both of us as we were in our own little world but quickly we were brought back to reality. As I went to flip the test my hands were shaking so Pedri put his hand on top of mine and we flipped the test together. Two very obvious lines stared back at us both which I thought would make me feel nervous but I was actually overwhelmed with excitement.

"I can't believe it I'm actually so excited" Pedri said

"Me too I thought I'd be more scared but I'm actually so happy" I said

"Clearly we were ready to take this step and just needed the push to realise it" he said

Jude:

Jude has always said he doesn't want kids and I was on board with that as having kids isn't something I've ever been crazy about. It isn't something I ever ruled out completely as you know people can change their minds but in my mind that was at least 5-10 years in the future if ever. Recently though I've just felt off like somethings not right so when my period was a few days late my mind went straight to the worst case scenario. Any normal person would probably tell their partner and they would figure it out together but I'm terrified to tell Jude in case he leaves me as he has made it very clear multiple times that having kids isn't something he wants.

This fear is exactly why I went and got a test and took it on my own without anyone knowing. I could've talked to one of my friends but I didn't want anyone to possibly let it slip to Jude as I need to be the one to tell him. Of course the result was exactly as I feared it would be I was very much pregnant. I cried for hours after I found out as I knew I had to tell Jude and deal with whatever the consequences will be which will probably end with me doing this alone when Jude ultimately decides to leave me. Realistically I should've told him that day to get it over with but I couldn't handle it mentally so I put it off.

It has now been over a week and I am still hiding this big secret from Jude, I have wanted to tell him I really have but the right moment hasn't come up yet. He is starting to get a bit suspicious though as he keeps asking me if I'm ok and giving me weird looks when I say I'm fine. As I've waited so long I've built up this moment so much that I'm so scared for it to actually happen.

"Hi love how are you?" Jude asked as he arrived home from training

"I'm good how was your day?" I asked back

"What's up with you I can tell you are keeping something from me please just tell me what it is whatever's wrong we can figure it out together" he nearly begged

"Please don't be mad but I'm pregnant" I finally blurted out

"Wow that's not what I was expecting" he said

"I'm sorry just please don't leave me" I cried

"I'm not going to leave you I promise I just wasn't expecting that I know I said I didn't want kids but for some reason I feel different with you I'm ready to step up and for us to do this together I'm actually kind of excited" he said

"I love you" was all I managed to say

"I love you more" he said

Joao:

Joao and I have been together for a few years and engaged for a year now and after moving to London we had a discussion about our future together and ultimately we decided that both of us were ready to take the next step and start a family. Even though we said we were ready we agreed that we didn't want to rush the process at least not right now so we wanted to take a more casual approach. I stopped taking my birth control but I haven't been tracking my cycle or doing anything special as I'm under the impression that it will happen when it happens.

Over the past few weeks I've been feeling really ill I just have no energy and I have been feeling nauseous most days. To start with I just got on with my life as I thought it was just a little cold or something but as time has gone on and I've not got any better I realised it must be something more. Joao made me call off work the past few days to rest and see if that makes me feel any better but that hasn't helped either. After another day of barely leaving our bed Joao suggested I take a pregnancy test just to be sure as then if it's not that he will definitely make me go to the doctors.

Luckily I have pregnancy tests in the bathroom for situations like this so Joao helped me out of bed and I took the test with him waiting for me right outside. I sat the test on my bedside table and we just waited. Joao had me sat in his lap on the edge of the bed stroking my hair but we sat in silence while I thought about whether I could actually be pregnant. It hasn't been long at all since I stopped taking my birth control and I didn't think it would happen this quickly but if it did that would be really exciting. The 5 minute timer Joao set passed rather quickly and suddenly it was time to learn if our lives will be changed forever or if I'm just really run down.

"I'm pregnant" I said not quite believing what the test in my hand read

"I can't believe it who knew it would happen so quickly" Joao said

"I know we haven't even been trying properly" I said

"At least we know why you have been feeling so awful now" Joao laughed

Ruben:

Ruben and I have been trying for a baby for almost a year now. To start with we were trying more casually but then I started tracking my cycle and we did things properly but that didn't work either. We have tried every tip and trick and still no positive pregnancy test. There has been times that I've had symptoms like nausea and I've even been late on my period a few times but still every month I'm greeted with a negative test. It's been hard as I want nothing more than to start a family with Ruben and I just feel so useless that I can't get pregnant like every other woman I know can.

Again this month I've had some symptoms like being extra tired and not liking food I usually love but I don't want to get my hopes up as I've been in this position before and only been let down. It's always difficult not to get a bit excited at the prospect of finally being pregnant but I don't think I can handle another disappointment at least not night now. The amount of times I have wanted to just give up have only increased especially recently, this whole process is just making me feel awful and I don't know if it is worth it especially right now.

Ruben wants me to take a test again and I can see why but I've been putting it off to avoid the disappointment. I promised him that today I would take a test but we agreed that if it was negative that we'd take a break from trying and I wouldn't take another test for a while just to protect my mental health. Of course Ruben came back from training super excited but I just can't get myself to feel the same way. Despite that I still took the test and just gave it to Ruben as I simply don't want to see the one line I've become accustomed to seeing.

"I-it's positive" Ruben chocked out a few minutes later

"What?" I questioned

"It's positive we're going to have a baby" Ruben said handing me the test so I could see for myself

He wasn't wrong there was two clear lines on the test. Neither of us could stop the tears from flowing as Ruben picked me up and spun me round which made me feel quite sick but I couldn’t care less I was just so happy this nightmare has finally ended with the result we wanted.

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