#I’ll catch up on all the shit I missed once I’m feeling a bit better

[daemon-in-my-head]

I’m calling it deceptively soft cuz u can smack it and it would wiggle but you’d also break your wrist in the attempt.

I’m sorry it’s crude and sketchy I just needed to prove a point to myself and get one last thing done this year. Merry belated Xmas or smth.

Anyway non-beared version cuz Larians idea is great but my playground happens decades afterwards so he deserves a lil change and I deserve a treat.

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Chaggie AU where Vaggie is a member of a holy order devoted to slaying monsters. As part of her becoming a holy knight, she must commune with an Angel to be granted their divine power... only something goes wrong with the ritual, and the being that appears before her is none other than the Princess of Hell.

Lute: “Gay?! She’s supposed to be HOLY!”

Adam: “Yeah, hot.”

Lute: “…let. Me. See. That. SuMMOnINg sCRiPTuRE.”

Adam: “Sure thing dude. Here.”

Lute: “This isn’t a holy rite, this is… WRITINGS OF SAPPHO!”

Adam: "Heh, heathen and homoerotic. WLWhoops?"

-

Charlie: “You should really be more careful next time!"

Vaggie: "Uh."

Charlie: "Lot’s of other demons would be thrilled to get yanked into the mortal world without a circle of binding to hold them- especially by someone as cute as you-

Vaggie: "Excuse me?"

Charlie: "And when I say thrilled, I mean in the blood and guts and screaming kinda way, NOT just in the 'can feel hellfire in my cheeks' kinda way. Safe summoning is important!!”

Vaggie: “Why’re you drawing the circle in yourself, then. With your… claws.”

Charlie: “Because you didn’t?” (dusts fire off her hands) “Anyway you should be good now, ask me anything!”

Vaggie: “You’re seriously not taking advantage of being summoned but not bound?"

Charlie: "I'm taking advantage of the view!"

Charlie: (beat)

Charlie: "Of the, mortal world, I am enjoying the pretty scenery."

Vaggie: "It's dark."

Charlie: "I'm enjoying the beautiful knight. Night. Night without a 'K'. Not knight like YOU'RE a knight, not that you aren't beautiful-"

Vaggie: "I'm. What."

Charlie: "The one who should be talking now! Not me. I think I've done enough talking for now. I think I'm good on having said stuff recently. I think I should be quiet for a bit."

Vaggie: (gay) (not immune to adorable ladies) "WHY are you here. You're not, what I expected."

Charlie: “I'm not the usual demon- As hell princess I get first dibs on all summons! After dad anyway.”

Vaggie: (of COURSE she's a princess) “Why answer this one.”

Charlie: “You’re missing an eye? It looks painful?"

Vaggie: "...so?

Charlie: "?? I thought maybe you wanted help with that.”

Vaggie: "It's a penance. You can't help with it."

Charlie: "oh."

Vaggie: “...That’s it? You're not here for anything else?”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “You um. You look very cool in that armor.” (cringes) “Awesome.” (cringes more)

Vaggie: “Are you a siren or a succubus or something.”

Charlie: “What!? No! No I’m just, I just think girls are hot! Cool! You look great!! …girls all look great, and you’re a girl, and you…”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “Do you need any demons slayed?”

Charlie: “Ahaa, no.”

Vaggie: “Holy quests completed?”

Charlie: “No?”

Vaggie: “Are you gonna eat me.”

Charlie: “N-not on the first date- I- OH YOU MEAN ACTUALLY-? No no no! I don’t, I’m, I don’t eat souls. Or people.”

Vaggie: “So what’s the catch here. The price.”

Charlie: “Nothing. I just wanted to help.”

Charlie: “Okay and maaaaybe have a nice conversation for once. Kinda short on them in hell.”

Vaggie: “… is there ANYTHING I can help you with?”

Charlie: “Well I just broke up with-”

Vaggie: “I’ll kill them.”

Charlie: “-and I could really use a date for the ball, I mean! No killing needed!! Dad isn’t going again, mom’s um, busy. And it’ll be a lot less awkward if I already have a dance partner, you know?”

Vaggie: “You want me to find you a dance partner.”

Charlie: “Oh no I, I was hoping- do YOU dance?”

Vaggie: "Me."

Charlie: "If you want to?"

Vaggie: “You’re asking me to go to hell.”

Charlie: “Shit. Right, dumb idea. It’s my home but, yeah. It’s not like anyone enjoys being here.”

Vaggie: (fuck she's cute) (fuck she's SAD)

Vaggie: “No one does? What about you?”

Charlie: “I… just wish the people would be nicer. A place is the people who live there, right?”

Vaggie: “…”

Vaggie: “I’ll come.”

Charlie: “You wha?”

Vaggie: “I’ll come to the dance.”

Charlie: "But- hell! Why-"

Vaggie: "Hell’s a better place than I thought."

Charlie: "You've never even BEEN here!"

Vaggie: "I've met you."

Charlie: ".... I'm not... the usual demon."

Vaggie: "I'll take my chances. I'll need to borrow a dress though. All I have up here is, armor."

Charlie: "I can, I can change that. A dress. N- no problem."

Vaggie: "It's a deal then." (holds out hand) "A dance for a dress?"

Charlie: (takes her hand and shakes it eagerly while bowing) "ITS A DATE!"

Vaggie: (chuckles) "Yeah, I guess that's a better word for it."

Charlie: "And I PROMISE when we dance I WON'T trample your toes with my hooves!"

Vaggie: "... should I just keep the sabatons on?"

Charlie: "I promise to find you a dress that goes good with your armored shoes so your toes don't get trampled on."

Vaggie: "We're gonna be quite the pair, aren't we."

Charlie: "Heheh~"

-

Lute: "WHAT HAPPENED WHY WAS THERE FIRE AND BRIMSTONE INSTEAD OF HOLY LIGHT WHY WERE YOU COMMUNING WITH A FIEND SO LONG IS IT DEAD DID YOU KILL IT???"

Vaggie: "Does taking her heart count?"

Adam: "Whoooo VaGEEE! Totally FUCKED that demon huh!!"

Vaggie: "Mm, not totally sir."

Vaggie: (smiling) (softly to herself) "Not on the first date."

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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[seraphdreams]

NINTENDHOE! — cyber sex collab.

STARRING. stepbro!shinichiro sano / camgirl!reader.

CONTAINS. stepcest, smut, mutual masturbation, phone sex, praise, pervy yet smitten shin + eighteen plus only.

WORD COUNT. 1.6k

NOTES. this is a part of @fuwushiguro ‘s cyber sex collab , i hope u enjoy ! i’m so very into this stepbro shinichiro lore.

“Fuck, I missed it..”

Shinichiro looked down at his watch, the numbers displayed to him letting him know it was way past midnight. He had practically spent all day in his shop repairing one of the bikes his best friend, Wakasa, had managed to break down, and if working overnight wasn’t the issue, it was definitely the fact that he missed his favorite camgirl’s stream—You, his adorable stepsister.

He had known you were camming for a while, and if you were to ever find out all the perverse things he’d done when it came to you, he’d know that you’d definitely leave his life completely. And he can’t have that. Horniness aside, Shin loves you more than anything, he wouldn’t dare risk vexing his little sister.

An exasperated sigh is let out from Shinichiro as he switches his kneeled position to standing up fully, hovering over the motorcycle while loosening the buttons of his overalls so that the fabric fell comfortably around his waist. Years of fighting on the side aided Shin in his lean physique, toned arms covered in a thin sheen of sweat as his torso is clad with a white tank top, and a singular silver chain around his neck.

He looks over the bike, making sure he mended all that needed to be done before pressing his foot to the gas and starting up the engine.

Perfect. He was finally done and able to go back home to see you. If he was lucky, he’d even get to watch the replay of your previous livestream—although nothing was better than seeing, and hearing you, live.

Just as he turned his back to make way to the door, he’s greeted with the forgotten sight of another motorcycle. What the fuck? How could it have slipped his mind that he had to maintenance check Wakasa’s other bike before a certain time tomorrow morning? “The shit I do for that fucker.”

Before fatigue could swallow him whole, he seats himself on one of the chairs, pulling out his phone and hovering over the facetime button with your name above it. What type of big brother would he be if he didn’t check in on his sister? He taps the screen and allows it to ring.

“Hello?”

The low tone of your voice instantly eases the stress in Shinichiro’s body, feeling as if he’d just taken the strongest dose of any painkiller.

You searched for a place to set your phone down so that he could see your face, and you settled for the dresser. You pace backwards a bit, making sure your whole body fits into the frame of the camera as you waved with an endearing smile.

“Hey,” Shinichiro starts. “Just lettin’ you know I’m gonna be stuck at the shop for a little.. Do you need anything?” He takes in your appearance as you shake your head, the little white towel wrapped around your chest and tautly hugged the plush of your thighs egging on his confusion, much more—His arousal. “Whatcha up to? You’re all covered up.” He smiles, turning his head to look away, his charming side profile filling your screen.

“Was just in the shower, that’s all.” Your response urged a chuckle from him. That’s all? It’s adorable how you manage to still be so innocent for him as if your fingers weren’t lodged deep in your cunt for your followers to see just 15 minutes before.

Shinichiro takes the pack of cigarettes from his overall pocket, taking one out and lighting it. He makes sure to hold it between his teeth after one slow drag.

“You’d better get dressed then.” He doesn’t miss the way you reach over for your phone as if you were about to hang up, catching you before you get too far. “You can change on the phone. I’ll close my eyes—Won’t look at all.”

He does as he promises, closing his eyes to gain your trust and once you feel as though he means it, you drop your towel, completely bare for him. You turn away in search of your moisturizer, squeezing some out on your palm and working it gently onto your skin. Within minutes you forget that Shinichiro is still on the phone, his promise broken unbeknownst to you as the cigarette barely hangs from his mouth, his eyes on your body as you knead your tits.

It’s a mindless behavior when you bend over to apply lotion to your legs, Shinichiro having to stop himself from thinking—or doing, anything rash.

But the devil on his shoulder gets the best of him and he’s slowly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his bottoms, his hand dipping under the band of his briefs to whip out his cock. How long has he been hard? It wouldn’t matter anyway with the way it leaks and beads down the shaft. He wraps his hand around the base, slowly stroking as he watches how you run your hands over your body a second time, much slower than the first.

You have to be teasing, allowing your hands to massage every inch of your body while you try and find something to throw on. You’re bent over in front of your dresser, a peek of your pussy exhibited for your big brother.

The cigarette that was languidly hanging from his lips fell beside him on the ground, effectively putting itself out. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why were you like this?

The stroking pace of his rigid length gradually quickens, the only thought surging through his corrupt mind being the image of you riding his face, whining out for your big brother to slow down as you would continually make a mess of it while he’d take care of you in just the way you need. He knew you felt stagnant when it came to camming. He could see it in those once sparkling eyes of yours that you wanted more. You didn’t need a piece of silicone, and your fingers could barely go in deep enough—You needed him, your big brother.

Caught up in his thoughts, Shin inadvertently lets a few groans slip, his nose scrunched in pleasure and head rolled back as his adams apple bobbed with every profanity growled under his breath. “Fuck, Y/N.. Y’don’t know what you do to me.”

The slick noises emitted from your phone’s speaker turn your attention back to him. Is he…?

In any case, you’d be revolted, yet you can’t find it in yourself to harness that feeling, instead growing aroused at how pretty Shinichiro looked while pleasuring himself. You sat back on your bed mesmerized and your mind wandered to multiple different scenarios with your big brother placed at the forefront. What it would be like to kiss him, maybe get on your knees for him. How he’d look hovering above you with his chain dangling in your face while he’s balls deep in your cunt, the girth of his cock causing him to hit every spot so effortlessly. Before you knew it, your own hands found their way back to your sensitive heat.

If it weren’t for the whimpers you let out while pleasuring your clit, Shin would’ve forgotten he was on the phone. Your choked up mewls snap his focus back to you with your legs spread in front of the camera and free hand pinching your pert nipples.

Am I fucking dreaming? He thinks to himself, eyes gone wide comically while he studies you just as he would when watching your nightly streams. Instead your expression is different. It’s not the same glazed-over emotionless pout that fools in your comments would mistake for genuine satisfaction. It was different, eyes squeezed shut with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and sweet moans he had never heard before flowing through his ears.

“N-Need you so bad, Shin.” Mindless babbles left your lips, the sentence that your smitten big brother had been waiting to hear. If only you knew how bad he needed you; How no other girl seemed to satiate his everlasting lust like you do. You’re an angel—His angel.

Just watching you causes his hand to involuntarily continue stroking his cock, this time at the same pace as the fingers that dip in and out of your sweet cunt. He squeezes the tautly at the tip, imagining it’s your heat that’s getting him off, the satisfying drag of the warmth of his little sister pulling him closer to the edge with how good she feels.

You feel as though your senses are heightened with the way he watches you, your fingers slowing down in pace as you feel your orgasm build up prematurely. “Keep—Keep going, just like that, pretty..” Shin rasps under his breath, eyes lidded at the sight of you as if he took notice of your faltering pace. “Almost there, baby. Keep going for me.”

Your heart flutters immensely with no sign of ever ending, his utterances fueling you to pump your fingers harder inside you. Just moments after, you’re releasing, moaning softly while riding out your high.

Unexpectedly at the sight of your pretty orgasm, Shin paints his hand in the creamy white of his seed, holding his cock at the base while resting against his chair, chest heaving as if he were in a marathon. “S-Shin-nii..” Your soft voice calls out. His attention is placed back on you, a lazy grin on his features. “Hm?”

“You’re so hot.”

You can hear shuffling on the other end of the line from him. “Oh lil’ sis, you’re hotter.” His shifting comes to an end. “‘m gonna, uh, clean up my little mess and get back to work..”

You nod your head as he talks.

“Maybe I can be in your stream tomorrow night?”

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[chouxsardine]

Permission to Fall -- Jake Kiszka x reader

Summary: "Don't be afraid of falling, because he will catch you everytime" --Where things became too much at your company's Christmas party and Jake comes to the rescue as the most thoughtful boyfriend that he is.

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader

Word Count: 3211

Warnings: descriptions of a panic attack, feet (nothing gross or super detailed), a drop of superstition (let me know if I've missed any)

Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort

Author's note: This is originally an idea inspired by @jakesguitarsolo and written for her. I hope you feel better now, dear. One idea spins into me pulling an all nighter...And here it is. This also goes to whoever feels stressed around this time of the year. Yes, things are tough, but you are stronger. I am so proud of you. If you want to talk, feel free to send me an ask or message. This is my first gvf fic and my first time writing anything for threes years. I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it too.

🎧: I am listening to I Need You Most of All by Stephen Sanchez while writing this (you can tell the title is taken from the lyrics)

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Suddenly everything is too much.

But you know damn well that it doesn’t just happen “suddenly”. In fact, shit has been building up for days, or even weeks. You don’t know if it’s the end-of-year frenzy getting into everyone’s head, Mercury is in retrograde, or the depleted Vitamin D levels due to shortened daylight, you’ve had it particularly rough recently, from small inconveniences like your favourite snack being out of stock at the local grocery store for three consecutive weeks to mishaps like you taking the blame for your impotent coworker. You are exhausted, to say the least; you couldn’t wait for the holidays. Not entirely for its cheer, but for the few precious days off. You just need a break from everything.

Now you are stuck in your company’s holiday party. The annual event that you dreaded the most. It involves too many fake smiles, false-hearted small talk, and tooth-rotting-sweet cupcakes that clearly have too much food colouring. All the mental preparing goes south as you stand in the room, the stabbing pain from your high-heels growing more and more unbearable by the second. Too many people.

“Just another thirty minutes, you can do it. Just another thirty minutes”. You hopelessly glance at the clock on the wall, flashbacking to your childhood self squirming in the seats waiting for math class to end.

But of course, something has to make matters worse. The real straw that breaks the camel’s back is your clumsy coworker accidentally bumping into you and spilling her drink on your shoes.

“Oh my god, I am so so sorry, y/n!” She hastily apologizes in a high-pitched squeal. A few people turn their heads toward your direction.

“No, no, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Embarrassment. Embarrassment. Panic. Trouble. You try to wave her off. The shoes aren’t even your top concerns right now; you just want her to stop talking and stop attracting more unwanted attention.

“Really? Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to! It’s just—”

“Please.” You take the handful of tissues from her, look her in the eyes, almost pleading, “It’s fine. Please excuse me, I’ll just go to the washroom real quick.”

Once the washroom door is closed behind you, you feel like collapsing right there on the floor. You wobble your way to the sink, arms propped up on the cold marble surface. You don’t dare to look at yourself in the mirror. Your ears are buzzing and the twisted feeling in your lungs tightens. As if a cold hand is wringing a wet towel inside your stomach, as if someone is shoving your head into cold water, you can't breath properly. You try to draw a breath, but end up sounding like a stranded whale. Before it develops into a full-blown panic attack that you can’t handle, you managed to muster the last bit of your sanity and dial that number with trembling fingers.

Jake picks up on the second ring.

“Hi, love. What’s up? ”

Upon hearing his voice, your tears break free. You are sobbing so hard that you have to bite down on your knuckles to keep the volume down. God forbid any busybody out there overhearing sobbing coming out of the washroom. “Ja—Jake—-”You struggled to form a coherent syllable.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Are you hurt?” His voice immediately grows sterner, stripped of of the previous languidness.

To talk under this state feels like squeezing words out of your veins. “Ca—can—you..come p—pick me up? Company—p-party.” You stutter through gritted teeth.

There is some shuffled noise over the phone, a loud bang sounding like he had bumped into something, a silent “fuck” under his breath, then his voice reaches your ears again: “Coming right now, baby, take a deep breath for me.”

You hear the faint beeping of car keys. More shuffled noise. More beeping. That means he has started the car, right? That means he will be here soon, right? You mind is racing and spinning and your lungs are still acting up, only allow silvers of oxygen into your body. You feel like you are watching the world through a distorted filter. A scarier thought jumps into your brain: you whiny puny thing, continue crying and your panic will affect Jake. The roads are slippery now, and it will be all your fault if he ends up in a car accident.

As if being slapped in the face, you manage to suck in a deep breath like a scuba diver resurfacing to the water: “Drive safe please, please Jake, please—I will wait for you.”

Jake makes a sound that is somewhat between a relieved laugh and a resigned sigh. He knows instantly what’s going on in your overthinking brain; you are worried about him. The thoughtfulness must be engraved in y/n’s brain, he thought, always, always putting others in front of herself, even when she’s having a panic attack. And Jake knows you are correct. It is only upon hearing your words that he realizes how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. He recomposes himself, relaxing his shoulder, “Don’t you worry about me, love. I will stay on the phone if that makes you feel better, yeah? Ain’t nothing gonna happen to me.”

“Knock on wood!” You hiss between sobbing, frantically searching for any wooden material around you. Damn it, why is everything so shiny and glassy?

Jake is amazed that he even lets out a short laugh under the circumstances. Yes, his heart aches hearing his girl being a mess over the phone, and he wishes he could grow wings and fly to her side. But meanwhile, he can't help but find you cute like this. He knocks three times on the mini wooden tissue box that he keeps in the middle console.

“Yes, knock on wood. You hear that, doll?”

“Hmm.” You would honestly believe anything now. Hearing Jake’s voice and imagining him coming to you is like brown noise for babies. Your lungs finally decide to have mercy on you, and you can now somehow draw in shallow breaths albeit the pain in your chest.

Jake is relieved as he sees the green lights shining at the last intersection before turning left onto the side road where your company is located. “I’m here. Can you come down by yourself, love? Or do you want me to get you?”

“I can come down.” You say. The thought of him finding you in a messy pile on the bathroom floor makes you wince, even though he’d probably seen worse.

“Okay baby, see you in a second.”

You don’t remember how you collected your coat and pushed your way through the crowded room without many people noticing. The next moment, your sensations are restored, and you find yourself already in Jake’s arms. He's waiting for you in the area between the automatic glass door and the revolving door outside, a place that is warm with air conditioning but won’t attract nosy people. He wraps you in a hug with his wool jacket. His comforting scent fills your nostrils, a powerful pacifier for your naughty lungs. For the first time this evening, you can finally breathe properly like a normal human being. The rush of fresh air makes you release a loud sob like a newborn baby. The relief of seeing him safely standing in front of you and the release of finally being free from the stressful and stuffy environment ushers more tears to stream down your face.

“Shhhh…..you’re okay now, y/n, safe now. I’m here.” His hand wraps protectively around the back of your head as he plants kisses into your hair. “Poor girl, let’s get to the car and go home.”

Home. Home sounds heavenly to your right now. You couldn’t think of a better combination of these four letters in the whole of human history.

On the way back, you curl into a ball on the passenger seat like a battered puppy. Jake holds your hand whenever he gets the chance, his strong calloused fingers gently massaging yours, tracing the patterns on your palm, his thumb brushing the back of your hand, providing warmth. No longer crying, your shoulders occasionally shudder with involuntary sobs that escape you. But other than that, you are falling into a trance. Your gaze concentrated on Jake’s perfect side profile through hooded eyes, watching in awe as the passing streetlights formed patterns of shadow on his graceful nose and cheeks; your mind numb without a single thought.

It is only when Jake wakes you up that you realize you have fallen asleep. The car is already parked in the garage, the familiar and comforting damp smell seeping in.

“We are home now, sleepyhead.” Jake smiles at you, tapping on your wrist to signal you to wait as he gets out of the car and opens your side of the door. Just as you were about to step off, Jake reaches to cradle you by the shoulders and knees, carrying you bridle-style into the house. You hide your face shyly in the crook of his neck, secretly grateful because your feet are indeed sore in those heels.

Jake puts you down by the shoe rack, motioning you to put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as he squats down in front you, holding your ankles and taking off your shoes. If he did see the stains, he didn’t ask any questions, only cooed when he saw the blisters on your heels.

“Let’s go upstairs and get your makeup off, then we’ll cuddle and go to bed, yeah?” Jake stands up, hanging up your coat before cupping your cheeks and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You never hated makeup more than now, regretting to put it on in the first place, now that it has become the annoying barrier lying in your way to bedtime. But Jake says “let’s,” that means he’s going to do it together with you, right?

“Jake?” You whine bashfully.

“Yes, love?”

You tilt up your chin and close your eyes, “One more kissy, please?”

Jake swears he feels a part of his heart melt right there. Who is he to deny you?

“Of course, as many as my princess would like.”

Stepping into the bathroom, Jake sits you on the closed toilet seat. He opens the drawer, grabs your makeup remover and some cotton pads. He applies some liquid onto the wipes and lifts up your chin.

“Close your eyes for me, love.” The cool liquid on your eyelids makes your eyebrows twitch, causing Jake to chuckle, “I know, I know. Just a little longer.”

You sit quietly, mesmerized and hypnotized under his touch. His movements are almost rhythmic. Is this how cats feel when their owners scratches behind their ears? You fear that if you make a sound, you will actually let out a purr.

Jake continues until most of your makeup is gone. “Hold out your hands,” you hear him say and complied. Two dollops of foamy liquid landed in the centre of your palm, and you opened your eyes to recognize they are your face wash. Jake tugs on your wrist, leading you to stand in front of the sink.

“Can you wash your pretty face now, darling? Wash up, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

You nodded, feeling lighter and more relaxed now without your makeup and even more content when you turn on the tap and find out that Jake has already tuned it to a lukewarm temperature for you.

When Jake returned, he was calling you from the bedroom. You have already brushed your teeth and let down your hair.

You walked into the bedroom and are welcomed by the scent of bergamot and sandalwood from your favourite candle glowing on the night stand. Jake was pulling an old T-shirt out from the closet. It was the vintage Joan Jett and The Blackhearts shirt, the patterns half faded, and materials worn-out soft. You saw him laying out one of his boxers for you too. He knows you always prefer them to your own underwear as pyjamas.

“Come sit, angel.” He patted the bench at the foot of the bed, him sitting across from it on a small stool.

It is only when you walked close that you saw the wooden foot spa basin, with clouds of steam rising from it. As you sat down, he gently took your ankle and balanced your feet on the edge of the basin, so that the hot water is steaming your sole.

“It’s still a bit hot.” He looks up to you. “I put Epsom salt and eucalyptus oil in it.”

“Where did you get this?” You feel like the heat from the bottom of the feet is slowly being absorbed into your veins and rising up to your cheeks. You wiggle your toes nervously.

Jake lets out a giggle, “Well, mum suggested once to Josh about the foot spa thing, said it helps with stress and tense muscles. You know, with him running barefoot on stage and all.” He reaches down to sprinkle some water onto your feet, letting you adjust to the temperature. “But Josh got the fancy electric ones. I thought this is better. More authentic, don’t you think?”

“Uh-hmm.”

“Your nails are all chipped,” Jake looks down, “maybe tomorrow we can repaint them? I saw you bought a new colour the other day.”

Tender. So tender. From his tone to his caramel brown eyes. The light from the lamp illuminates the left side of his face, giving it a solemn, smooth glow like a wax statue. Your heart swells; love makes it rise like Soufflé in the oven. The soft surface rises up until it touches your ribcage, threatening to spill those tears again.

“Thank you, Jake.” You dare not raise your voice, fearing that it will break, “I just got a bit overwhelmed at the party, is all.”

Jake eases your feet slowly into the water now that it’s the perfect temperature. The slight sling of your blisters is soon overwhelmed by the all-encompassing warmth that rises all the way to your ankle.

After a few heart beats, he speaks again. “You’ll always have me, y/n. You are allowed to fall, to break. I will be here to catch you, to piece you together. Whatever you need.”

Finally you were snuggled together in bed. You, a human koala, cling to Jake with your face pressed against his chest. His arm snakes around your shoulder, fingers mindlessly tracing your collarbone, strumming some unknown patterns. His heartbeat thumping in your ear, the perfect lullaby. The steady rise and fall of his chest is like waves, rocking you into a sweet slumber. Your eyelids feel heavy like velvet drapes. There’s still a stubborn voice in your brain keeping you from falling asleep. There’s still one more thing you need to do, even though you understood each other perfectly.

“Jake?” Your voice low like a murmur. Jake almost didn’t hear you at first.

“What is it, babe?”

“I love you.” Those words come out as a slur, and like a magic spell, you fall into the deep embrace of sleep as soon as the last syllable leaves your lips. Now clear of any stress and worries in the arms of your lover, the strained string in you brain that has been holding on for dear life the whole evening finally snaps. You’re out like a light.

“I love you back, y/n, through and through.” He whispers into your dream.

You woke up to an empty bed, the sheet on his side still has the human-shaped imprint. Jake is a night owl; it is pretty common that he just gets up in the middle of the night and ends up doing some random things around the house. Most often it’s him strumming the guitar and experimenting with his ideas for new tunes in the home studio downstairs. But you have also caught him fixing chipped paint on the walls, repotting the succulents in the garage, and pouring broth into the crockpot with chicken thighs and smoked ham hock (“so we could have warm chicken chili in the morning!”; to be honest, it’s indeed delicious; you had two bowls and had to skip lunch that day). Just to name a few, so the possibilities are endless.

You get out of bed, creep cross the corridor and tiptoe your way down the stairs. The lights at the doorway are on; you thought Jake forgot to turn them off. However, as you approach, you see Jake squatting down next to the shoe rack, his back towards you, and a brush and some spray bottles laying nearby.

You move closer and see him holding the clothes steamer near your wine-stained shoes. The heels you wore have a suede tip in the front, and unfortunately, that’s where the wine was mostly spilt on. After a few moments, Jake uses the wire brush to clean the surface. He stops from time to time, holding it further to inspect the result.

You waited until he stops again to make some sounds, announcing your presence. Jake immediately turns around. His eyes softens upon seeing you.

“What are you doing up?”

You go to squat down next to him, kissing his temple before resting your head on his shoulder.

“You just bought these not so long ago, yeah? It’d be a shame to leave them stained.” Jake lets more steam soak into the fabric before brushing them again. “I’m almost done. I saw this trick online, and it looks pretty legit.” It’s only then that you noticed his phone on the side, the screen showing the replies from some Reddit post.

“Thank you, baby.” You rub your cheeks slightly on his T-shirt; the feeling of warm pastry once again fills your heart.

“No worries, doll. I think it’s good for now. Let’s leave them here and check in the morning.” Jake starts putting away his tools before pulling you up and wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you back upstairs.

On your way, something familiar catches your eye. You must’ve missed it earlier.

“Wait, where did you get that?” You stop, pointing at what happens to be a whole case of your favourite snack lying on the kitchen counter.

“Oh, I saw the stores are out of them, so I ordered them online. They just arrived today.” Jake scratches his head, his tone tainted with slight disappointment.“I thought they’d be a nice surprise as stocking stuffers, but…”

You stopped him mid-sentence with a kiss.

“I love you.” This time you said it clear against his lips.

“Oh doll, I love you back,” he smiles, showing the cutest wrinkle on his nose. His hands brush your shoulder as you resume your steps upstairs. “Let’s get a few more hours of sleep now. And when you wake up, you will wake up to some yummy pancakes and a pair of stain-free shoes, huh? How does that sound?”

Oh Lord, that sounds heavenly. That sounds just like home.

“I’d like that, Jake. I’d like that very, very much.”

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Thank you for reading :) any comments and feedbacks are greatly welcomed and deeply appreciated

(The stain-removing tips comes from malccy72 on reddit :D

If you also feel like reading a smutty (but also fluffy?) piece🤭: Mariner's Complex || Love is a four-legged word || The Lucky Ones

or some Christmas fluff: Ticked (all my boxes)

[tvgals]

Ok ok hear me out‼️

Miguel (YOUR FATHER) grounds you from seeing your unknown boyfriend (Miles Morales 🤭) But you being sneaky go see him without permission and you guys post a tiktok ykno one of those tiktoks that flex the relationships and you follow jessica so she practically SNITCHES on you to Miguel (She found ur tiktok account somehow??) So Miguel Demands to meet this mystery boy (Imagine his face wasn’t showing in the tiktok) and when he finds out it’s Miles you and your dad get into a fight but it all ends in fluff

(The tiktok is that one trend ‘catch me in vegas, catch me in tokyo thing please know what i’m talking about 😭)

Sorry if the ask was too long but i’ve been thinking about this for D A Y S now‼️ Love you, drink ur water, and stay safe ! :3

aur em gee i’m living for this …

you’d came home late for the third night in a row, miguel sitting on the couch in the dark, scrolling on his ipad with his glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose. you should’ve known better than to come through the front door, but alas, you did it anyways. as soon as you step into the house you hear a “look who’s home.” and you jump. your heart rate going down as soon as you realize it’s just your father. shit.

“hey!…” you chuckle nervously — taking off your crocs. “this is the third time you’ve been late.” miguel says, turning off his ipad. “i know, dad. i’m sorry.” you say, standing in front of him while picking at your hangnails. “you said that the last two times you were late. you’re grounded, y/n. you and this little boy — who i’ve never met — are getting on my last nerve.” miguel says, standing up, leaving you a dumbstruck mess. you trail behind him and plead your case. “but dad! you don’t even know him! he’s literally perfect!” you said, following miguel into his room.

“exactly. until i meet this little boy — you’re banned from seeing him until further notice. and if i even suspect you’re seeing him, you’re done.” miguel says. you purse your lips together and walk out the room with a “this is not fair.” under your breath and walk into your own room — slamming the door shut. you lay on your bed and shove your face into your pillow. you heard a buzz from your phone and pull your head back, turning your phone on.

‘babyyyy i wanna see u! o(≧▽≦)o’ you smile at the text, obviously from miles by the kaomoji. you sigh and open the text, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at your bedroom door. ‘can’t :( dad grounded me >:(‘ text bubbles popping up almost immediately. ‘oooo what did u do?!?’ you grin and text back — not wanting to hurt miles feelings on the real reason why. ‘came home late 😒 i’ll just sneak out! see u in a bit <3’ miles replied with an “okay!!” and you were off on a dangerous mission — leaving your room and coming back without your dad noticing. you slide on a pair of crocs and throw on a hoodie miles gave you. you created a “pillow you” and snuck out through your window, making sure you had everything before leaving. once outside — you let out a long awaited breath and walk to miles house, just down the street and around a corner or two. you made it to miles house at 10:30, miles opening the door to you and inviting you into his room.

“hi, y/n!” miles grinned, pulling you into a hug. “hiiii!” you giggled, hugging him back. the two of you were on miles’ bed, occasionally turning on movies and making tiktoks, which is when you got the bright (stupid) idea to make a tiktok with the sound of ‘sexy back’ by skinnylegend. you collected a few pictures off of google and you took the rest of the video with miles, mentioning him in the caption and posting it, not thinking about who would watch it. you turned your phone off and laid next to miles, slowly drifting to sleep (idiot). miles shook you awake almost frantically, you shot up with a “what?” and miles handed you your phone. 10 missed calls and 23 missed text messages. dammit. you called miguel back, hoping he didn’t know about you sneaking out.

“y/n, where in the hell are you?” miguel asks, you can hear the anger in his voice. “dad, i just went to the corner store for some snacks.” you lied, putting your shoes back on. “no you aren’t. your car is still here and you know better than to walk outside alone at four in the morning.” miguel said, knowing he was right. you sighed and left out of miles’ house out his window, kissing him goodbye and walking back to your house. how could miguel know? you were confused and even more upset that miguel wouldn’t even hear you out! you made it home and walked through the front door, sitting down at the table where miguel was. “dad-“ you were cut off by miguel starting his own sentence.

“do you understand how upsetting it is to get a call from jessica,” you should’ve known. “who has her own child — that my daughter isn’t at home? y/n i’m so disappointed.” miguel scolds you. your head hangs low in shame. you should’ve been more careful, or just didn’t leave in the first place. “i’m really sorry.” you whisper, wiping your eyes. “i don’t believe you, y/n. you can’t keep saying sorry and do the same thing over and over. i expect to meet this boy by tomorrow or you two are over.” and with that, miguel walks to his room and shuts his door. you text miles and walk to your own room, laying down and falling asleep.

‘dad wants to meet you 😞’

you wake up and immediately turning your phone on, seeing three text messages from miles.

‘oh no!!! (ﾉД`)’

‘what if he doesn’t like me?!?’

‘ok ok, how about 530 tomorrow?!?’

‘well technically today’

you text him back with a “sure” and you head into the kitchen where miguel was making breakfast. “he’s coming over today at 5:30..” you mumbled, sitting at the table. “hm.” was all you got as a response. when 5:30 rolled around, you were nervously fidgeting at the table, waiting for the three knocks to adorn your door meaning that miles was there. knock knock knock. you sighed and opened the door. you’re met with miles — who was beaming and holding a container of empanadas for presumably your dad. “dad! he’s here!” you called out, dragging him into the kitchen (not without taking his shoes off first). “dad, meet miles.” you say, making jazz hands while standing next to him. miles eyes widen the same time as miguel’s, you stand there confused and watch as the scene plays out in front of you.

“miles morales?” miguel says, biting his tongue. “yes sir. that’s me.” he laughs nervously, occasionally opening and closing the lid to the container. “my mom made empanadas.” miles shrugs with a sheepish grin on his face. miguel snatches the container from miles’ hand and throws it at the wall, the empanadas falling to the floor along with a crack of the container. you gasped and watched as miles shoved his hands in his pockets and turned on his heel, sliding his feet back into his jordan’s and walking out with a “bye, y/n.” you turned to miguel and balled your fists up.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” you yell, clenching your jaw. “what’s wrong me me, what’s wrong with you? you’re the one who brought him here!” miguel retaliated, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “because you asked me to?! are you mental? you ruin every thing!” you sob, stomping your way back to your room and slamming the door shut before you flopped onto your bed. your phone buzzed with notifications from miles.

‘does he not like empanadas?? :(‘

‘sorry y/n, i didn’t know he would react like that’

‘try again next week?’

miguel knocked on your door a few times before letting himself in, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying while curled up into yourself. “y/n..” miguel starts, sitting on the end of your bed. “i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting him-“ you cut him off with a scoff. “you threw his mom’s hard work at the wall, dad. him and his family are the sweetest people i’ve ever met and you went and ruined it. i’m pretty sure he doesn’t even wanna date me anymore because of you.” you hiccuped, glaring at him from under your hoodie. “look, how about next week we try and work this out, okay?” miguel asks, pulling you into a hug. you look up at him with bleary eyes. “and you won’t throw his mom’s cooking at the wall?” you ask.

“promise.”

[featherandferns]

6 angst but with happy ending I can't deal with sadness 🫣

6. I take it, that's not a good thing.

Sorry this took me so long to write! I hope it's sort of what you were after!

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The Fire - Prompt 6

Outside, on the marsh bank, crickets chatter. It’s warm inside the chateau, the way a greenhouse absorbs the light of day, and JJ relaxes against the sofa. It feels as if the group had been running endlessly these past few days, with the cross and John B’s father, and all the other shit swimming around in the background. JJ and his best friend Kie are still in the midst of a fall-out after he stole the money clip. You'd been talking to him about it, encouraging him to make peace over the matter with her. He hates when you're right about things.

His eyes flit to the bathroom door. He’s been meaning to fix it, ever since he started staying at the chateau, but it never seemed all that important. Then life got chaotic and a hit-and-miss lock became the least of his worries, when compared with surviving on an island and being chased by an insane millionaire.

From his spot on the sofa, he can only just make out the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. You’d jumped at the chance to shower, finally having a moment of peace and quiet, and nobody had argued against it. JJ had teased that you smelt bad anyway, so a shower was probably the right move. Earnt him a mirthful roll of the eyes as you stuck your tongue out at him.

At the table ahead, Cleo and Pope play board games – dominoes and cards – to kill the time. JJ looks away from them, down at his hands, and plans on swallowing his pride. Kie’s been sat beside him for a moment, stuck in a mild awkward silence. Her fingers meddle with the strings of her ukulele, that has sat neglected for months.

“Hey, Kie,” he begins. “Uh, you know that whole entire money clip and dad situation?”

“Yeah,” she shrugs.

“Well, um, that wasn’t that cool and I’m kind of beating around the bush a little bit, but um, I’m…”

As he nervously looks around the room (never one to be good at apologies), JJ’s eyes catch onto the building orange glow outside the kitchen window. It’s naturally fluorescent and unnaturally familiar.

“Yeah?” she coaxes, frowning.

JJ slowly gets to his feet, trying to get a better view of it. His stomach begins to sink lower into his chest. It seems Kiara’s caught on too, getting up, abandoning the uke.

“What is that?”

The flames are licking up the walls now and JJ can faintly make out the crackling of embers.

“Um…”

“That’s a fire,” JJ breathes, realisation dawning like a meteor making impact with earth. It’s like it kicks him into action. “We gotta tell ‘em. Tell them, tell them!”

Kie darts to the bedroom where John B and Sarah were last seen as JJ hollers for Pope and Cleo. Their heads shoot up, taken by surprise, and then they’re instinctively looking to the window, to the flames. JJ turns to the bathroom door. Hammers on it. The shower’s shut off now. He calls your name, trying the handle.

“I’ll be out in a minute! Jesus!” you call back, voice light with a laugh.

“There’s a fire!” JJ shouts, rattling the handle once more.

“A fire?” You say. Then you’re rattling the handle too. Harsh and frantic. “It won’t open, JayJ!”

His stomach drops even lower somehow, like it’s sinking into the floor.

“Fuck,” he mumbles. Shoves his body weight against it, battling with the handle. He can hear the click of metal as you attempt to undo the latch, but it sounds as if it’s trapped. You’re trapped.

“What’s going on?” Pope worries, as him and Cleo are heading to the doorway.

“The fucking lock is stuck again,” JJ spits angrily, desperately battling with the door. The house is beginning to fill with smoke, slowly but surely.

“I take it, that’s not a good thing?” Cleo asks.

“Fuck no, it’s not a good thing,” JJ frustrates.

You’re banging on the door now. “JJ! It’s getting hot in here!”

“I’m trying! Try the window!” he shouts back.

There’s the ruckus of you kicking and shoving things out the way, heading for the window. Then a sharp pained screech. The latch must be hot, searing your hands. That means the fires getting closer.

“There’s smoke in here!” you cry out. The handle rattles again. “JJ! Help me!”

And he’s trying. He’s throwing himself against the door and yanking at the handle and doing anything he can. Coughs a little from the smog. Hollers for the gang to get outside, to not wait around. Hollers for you to keep calm, to keep trying the lock. Panic clouds his head the way smoke clouds his vision. All of his thoughts are focused on you and getting you out and safe. He needs you safe.

You’re coughing loudly. The handle isn’t rattling as much anymore and that only fills JJ with more dread, making his limbs feel heavy like they’re laced with lead. It’s a small bathroom with no ventilation. JJ knows it’s bad when smoke begins to slip underneath the bottom of the door.

The handle stops rattling.

He shouts your name, banging frantically on the door. But you’re not answering him anymore. Not responding. JJ’s sweat isn’t from the heat of the fire. He needs you safe.

The universe has a cruel sense of humour. The latch finally seems to loosen, JJ practically tumbling into the room as the door swings open. He catches himself, only just, to find you collapsed on the floor. You’re still. Eerily still. Gasping out your name, he lunges down, shaking at your shoulders. No, scratch that, there’s no time. He picks you up as if you’re nothing more than a scrap of tissue paper, the adrenaline the only thing keeping him standing. Coughing as he carries you out the house with him, practically dropping to the grass on his knees the moment he’s outside.

The Pogues are rushing around, frantic and concerned, but JJ’s attention is on you. You still haven’t moved. He ducks to place his ear on your chest, searching for a heartbeat through the cotton of your tee-shirt.

Still.

“She’s not breathing!” JJ hollers out. He looks to Pope, eyes so wide they gape. “Pope! She’s not breathing!”

Pope rushes over. Shoves JJ out the way and drops to his knees. Checks for a pulse, listens for a heartbeat. JJ’s falling back on his haunches, raking his fingers through his hair, crying as Pope starts CPR. He’s hyperventilating as Pope pumps his hand against your chest, fighting for a heartbeat. Pope’s counting under his breath. Sarah’s crying against John B whilst Kie stands to the side, saying a silent prayer, hands clasped in front of her mouth. Cleo hovers behind Pope.

JJ’s reeling. It’ll be the smoke. He should have gotten to you faster.

“Pope!” JJ hopelessly pleads. Sobbing through his panic.

Pope doesn’t acknowledge him. Keeps counting, keeps compressing, keeps fighting.

It’s useless. It’s pointless. It’s—

You gasp out a breath.

Relief has never felt so visceral before, to JJ.

Coughing, spluttering, eyes struggling open, you slowly come around. Pope removes his hands from you, moving to help you ease up until you’re sitting. JJ rubs at your back, helping you hack up the soot in your body.

“Jesus Christ, don’t do that to me,” he hisses, pulling you against his side. Presses kisses into your hairline.

“Had you all going, huh?” you weakly joke.

If any of the gang laughs, it’s the adrenaline leaking out of them. The relief of having not lost you. JJ doesn’t laugh though. Keeps hugging you, tears still silently falling. That was too real. Too close.

“Don’t do that to me again,” is all he repeats quietly.

You hug him back, as best you can in your state, and JJ swears it’s the best hug you’ve ever given him.

“I won’t,” you rasp. Your voice sounds like it’s been attacked with sandpaper. “I won’t.”

[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 5)

Josh/Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, slight angst, etc

Sleep doesn’t plan on dropping in to visit you tonight, that much is clear. Still, it doesn’t stop you from staring up at the ceiling, longing for it.

If you could just quiet the storm inside your head, if only for a moment or two, you might be able to drift away.

All hope is lost completely when your phone begins to vibrate on the night stand beside you. It crosses your mind to ignore it, but no one calls at this hour for no good reason.

With an exasperated sigh, you roll to your side and grab it up.

“Perfect.” You mutter upon seeing Jake’s name displayed on the screen. Yet another facet stepping up to complicate this shit show of a night even further.

“This better be good.” 3 am phone calls don’t lend themselves to a proper greeting in your book.

“Well, hello to you, too, pretty girl.” He laughs, clearly bright eyed and full of piss and vinegar.

“I’m sleeping, Jacob.” You huff, flopping onto your back once again.

He calls your bluff. Of course he does. “No you’re not. You sound wide awake, and I need someone to keep me company.”

“No pretty young thing to follow you home from your gig tonight?” You ask, though you certainly don’t actually want to know.

He makes a sound in the negative, and then adds, “But if I get really hard up, I can just pop my head out the door and flag down one of the hookers that are loitering around this shit hole of a motel.”

“That bad?”

“I’ll put it this way,” he breathes a wisp of a laugh, “If I were to look under the bed and find a dead body, I wouldn’t be shocked. Not even a little bit.”

“Yikes.” You genuinely feel for him. Hotels and their germs freak you out as it is, you can’t fathom being expected to sleep in an establishment as fine as the one he’s describing.

“Make sure you check for bed bugs before you go to sleep.” It breaks your heart to think of him slumbering fitfully while tiny monsters feast away.

“You think I’m going anywhere near that bed?” He sounds offended, but you know better. “I’m sleeping in the fucking bathtub. I wish you were here, though.”

“So, you’d have me suffer through a night in hotel hell just so you’d have someone to keep you company? Narcissist.”

That halting laugh of his, the one you’re completely smitten with, makes an appearance, but his reply comes gently. “No. There’s just something about the thought of seeing something so beautiful surrounded by all this ugliness…I don’t know.”

That, you hadn’t expected.

He glosses over his honesty and begins telling you about the bar he’s playing. About how it used to be a speakeasy. How there are still scattered bullet holes in the walls from a raid. Al Capone once visited, he tells you animatedly, and broke a bartender's nose for speaking without respect…

On and on he prattles, and you let him, paying close attention to his every word. This isn’t your first time being ‘Jaked’ in the middle of the night.

And if you’re being honest, maybe your attentiveness has more to do with the fact that you miss him already. It’s good to hear his voice, that calming, soft rasp. His idiosyncratic tendencies - ‘you know’ as a place filler as he gathers his thoughts, interesting, suppose, it’s all so jake, and it makes you feel safe in the strangest way.

You ask questions in all the right places, not enough to interrupt, but just enough to encourage the stream of thoughts he has decided to share with you.

That is, until he catches on. “Are we whispering because it’s late, or because you’re at my brother’s?”

You pluck at the blanket thrown over you, chagrined. A child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. “He was out of sorts with you gone, so I stayed. You know how he gets.”

“I get that way, too.” He points out softly. “Who babies me?”

You shrug, though he can’t see you “A girl in every port?”

“Would you stop with that?” He suddenly sounds sad, and it’s so unlike him you’re shocked into momentary silence.

It stretches on for a while, with you now staring at the wall as the tree outside lends the shadows of its leaves to dance and flutter in the night. And Jake, cooped up in some depressing, filthy room god knows where, breathing in stagnant air and mold spores.

He slices through it first, “Hey, poppins?”

“Hmm?” How easily can make your heart ache and pound without effort. They both can.

“Do you miss me?”

The hopefulness in his query makes you smile. He sounds almost…vulnerable?

“I do, Jake. I always miss you when you go away.”

A discreet hum of satisfaction is his only reply before the quiet returns. Then…

“Why are you at my brother’s, babe? Is this a ‘when the cats away the mice will play’ situation?”

Why is he always so calm and collected? Tipping his hand just enough to stoke the flames of your curiosity. And why is it so sexy?

“Are you the cat?” You ask softly, avoiding his actual question.

He sees your bet and raises the stakes “Are you two the mice?”

Still unwilling to hand over your secrets, you ask a question of your own. “What is this? You both really do get off on the competition of it all, don’t you? Is there a scorecard hidden away somewhere? Because I —“

“Hey,” he soothes, voice comforting like a warm, much loved quilt. “There’s no scorecard. We actually have a scoreboard. It lights up and everything. Cost a shit load.”

He successfully tugs a giggle out of you, plucking the thorn out of your side effortlessly. Seconds later, however, you’re right back where you started.

“Why, then? Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in sibling rivalry crossfire. Like I’m constantly ducking and dodging Kiszka bullets.”

“No such thing.” He’s trying his best to lighten things up. “We Kiszkas are noble and peaceful people.”

He desperately would like to be let off the hook… instead, you keep him dangling on the line. “I’m serious.”

At last, he gives in. “Alright, alright. The thing is, you can’t really blame us. Sometimes it’s unavoidable and that’s just science.”

“Science.” You repeat, unimpressed.

“Yes. Science. Identical twins, such as myself and my lesser half, share nearly indistinguishable brain wave patterns, and —“

“Jesus, do you two carry around some big book of twin factoids everywhere you go?”

Brushing your flippancy aside without comment, he continues on. “So, shared brain waves and 99.9% identical DNA means we view the world around us in much the same way. That’s why you hear those crazy stories about separated twins finding each other later only to discover they’ve been living parallel lives. Essentially, we’re the same person.”

“Is this where I come in?” You ask, trying hard to conceal the fascination hiding behind your nonchalance.

“Possibly.” In your mind's eye, you picture his fingers running over his lips in a gentle pinching motion. An endearing habit of his when he’s feeling contemplative. “But, sometimes I think it has very little to do with all of that. Sometimes I think it’s just you.”

“Me?’

“You’re the lighthouse, poppins…” his voice is soft and thoughtful. “And he and I are the ships. Question is, who will run ashore first?”

“Something happened between Josh and I tonight.” You confess. “And I honestly don’t know why I’m telling you. I just felt like you should know.”

“Doesn’t that make you think?” He questions, backing you into an invisible corner.

“Doesn’t what make me think?”

“The fact that you felt the need to tell me. It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

You’re not sure what to say to that, so you choose the easiest path and say nothing at all.

“Jealousy isn’t a character flaw I struggle with. Never has been.” You listen to the creaking groan of the likely cheap and worn chair he is repositioning himself in. “Territorial? I’ll own that, but almost never with Josh. So you have your fun, love. Get him out of your system. You and I both know which ship your light shines a little brighter for.”

He ends the call with little room for argument on your part. You consider calling him back to tell him he’s wrong (is he wrong?). Instead, you slip out of bed and pad down the hall towards Josh’s room, light and hushed on your feet.

~

Josh is dreaming of you. Lost in turquoise waters that lull him deeper and deeper, down down down. You’re everywhere. Your voice, echoing and purring with the delicate current. He is tangled in your silken hair. It glows in otherworldly shades of bioluminescent purple and he longs to touch it, but each lock dissolves into blinding glitter the moment he reaches for it. Closer to the floor of your sea he drifts, as your soft moans grow louder, accompanied by the alien mournful song of whales calling to one another, his unconscious world shifts…

Now you lie beneath him, twisted in wrinkled sheets, clinging to him as he rocks into you deeply. Your nails sting as they bite into and drag across his back and he hopes it burns forever. He likes it better here. Bathing in your ocean was bliss, but here he can touch your face. Here he can search your eyes for their secrets and taste your skin. He can hear the desire thrumming in your hummingbird heart. Here you are his.

He always thinks you’re beautiful, but like this, you are celestial. A supernova captured in his arms.

You call his name, but your eyes are cast over his shoulder. He knows without question who has come to dismantle his perfect world.

“Tell him to go.”

You shake your head languidly with a Mona Lisa smile, “I’d like him to stay.”

Squeezing around him just right, you run your fingertip down the bridge of his nose…

…and he startles awake with a curse.

~

His door isn’t closed, but merely pushed to…still, you lift a loose fist to knock lightly. A faint moan in the dark stops you.

It’s a tranquil sound, one you might expect to enjoy while caught up in slow and easy early morning sex. And while it isn’t overtly obscene, it steals the air from your lungs all the same.

He’s sleeping, your eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to know that, but he breathes another sigh into the air, and then…your name.

Can a sound be poetic? Can inflection be art? Because that is the only way to describe the way your name sounds on his tongue.

He’s dreaming…and whatever world he has faded into holds some version of you inside of it as well. What is going on inside that brilliant, beautiful mind of yours, Joshua?

This is wrong. You should go back to bed and pretend this never happened…but the angel on your shoulder has taken the night off, leaving the shameless devil in charge, plotting nefariously.

A harsh hiss of “Fuck!” bites out of him, startling you. He sounds frustrated and furious. He is awake, and very unhappy about it.

Standing still as a statue, you wonder ridiculously if he can hear the wild beat of your heart.

Knock now, you think. Pretend you’ve just arrived at his door. For the second time, you raise your hand to knock, and for the second time, you stop in your tracks when you see it.

His hand slips beneath the sheets as a shutter of pleasure ripples out of his chest. It’s no more than a strangled gasp, but your body explodes into heated pins and needles.

The drag of his fist against the linens keeps time with the airy moans he is panting into the night. It’s fucking intoxicating and you so badly want to go to him.

Instead, you back slowly away from the crack into the door, retreating further back in the hall. You’ll slink back to bed and it’ll be like this never even happened —

A floorboard creaks. An inanimate object groaning to tattle tale and shine a spotlight on your presence.

He stops instantly as you clamp your eyes shut tightly for a split second…if I can’t see you, you can’t see me mentality.

And while you pray with your whole soul to disappear like smoke in the air, he rises, tucks himself back into his sweats, and confidently closes the space between the two of you.

Before you can process, his fingers lace around your wrist and pull you into the room. Your body is pressed against the door, his breath warm on your neck as he reaches behind you to twist the lock.

A single finger traces along your cheek before tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Were you watching me?”

“I…” You stammer, guilty as sin. “I was just getting ready to knock and…”

His hand slides between your legs to tease his fingers over soaked cotton. “Oh,” he tilts his head, smug and pleased with his discovery. “Someone was enjoying the show. My sweet little thing has ruined her pretty panties.”

He finds your clit and presses against it, remaining still, taunting you with the delicious pressure of his touch. “Do you like to watch?”

You nod, the shame of being caught slowly seeping from your veins.

“Yeah?” He slips into your panties from the side and teases two fingers inside you, curling upward until your thighs are shaking. “You wanna watch me cum?”

A whine of desire trembles out of you, telling him all he needs to know.

His fucks his fingers into you just a hint faster. Building you up nice and easy, creating a heavenly push and pull that you never want to end. “Some other time, sweetheart. I’m far too in love with this soft little cunt of yours right now. Pink as cotton candy and just as sweet.”

Your hands are fisted into the shoulders of his worn out t shirt, steadying yourself as your hips rock to meet him.

“Jake called.” The words leave you as barely a whisper.

“Did he?” There is a conversational edge to his cadence. As though you might be discussing the weather while you clench and drip into the palm of his hand. “Missing you already?”

“I don’t know, he— oh, fuck…right there.”

“Right there?” You catch a glimpse of the cocky smirk playing over his lips in the dark. “I'll touch you right there, sweet girl. I’ll take care of you. Just relax and let me.”

Your back arches away from the door to bring your body nearer to his. You want him pressed against you, skin to skin. You want to melt into him and live there forever, surrounded by his warm light.

“You look so fucking pretty in this light.” The moon is filtering in through the window, cool and blue. You think of winter, and he mirrors your thoughts. “Like a snow angel.”

Your hand delves beneath his waistband of his tattered sweats. A chill races up his spine when you wrap your soft hand around him. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want…good girl.”

You coil and quiver around his fingers, giving yourself away.

“You like that?” He nips his perfect teeth into your bottom lip. “You want to be my good girl? A perfect princess to make my cock hard and my heart ache?’

Tightening your grip, you stroke him faster, earning a groan, long and low, deep within his chest as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge with just his hand.

“Josh, please,” the air feels charged, the way it does just before a vicious summer storm unleashes. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna stop,” he rocks into your hand a little faster to catch up with you. ‘Not until I have what’s mine. Let go for me. Show me how beautiful you look when you cum.”

With another practiced twist of his hand, he drags you under, free hand covering your mouth to quiet your cries, though he wishes he could let you scream until you were hoarse and spent.

He chases after you, burying his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own cries as he spills over your hand, tiny rivers of warmth that tickle your skin until your eyes flutter closed to savor the feeling.

It’s peaceful for a stretch, but when the words come, you don’t swallow them down like maybe you should. You speak them into existence like maybe you shouldn’t.

“He says you’re in love with me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek, light as the softest feather. “I am.”

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[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 39: Haley's POV

As I lay, moaning and groaning in bed feeling all sulky, I realize today is the day of Danny’s get-together. I hear Emily clashing and banging pots and pans around in the kitchen as she does her morning routine of making breakfast. Her footsteps start getting closer to my room though, soon after she barges the door open.

“Catch,” is all she says, tossing something my way. I wasn’t even sitting up so whatever it just plopped onto my bed. Curiously, I pat around my bed to find whatever it is and investigate. My hand grazes over a smooth plastic bottle that turned out to be ibuprofen.

“Thanks,” I manage to mutter.

“You’re gonna need that so you can come with me to Danny’s,” Emily points out.

“Go without me for now. I’ll show up a bit later I think,” I take the glass of water I have beside my bed and dump a pill into my hand. I pop it into my mouth and wash it down with a big swig of the water.

“You’ll probably miss out on a bunch of stuff. I’d go as soon as possible if I were you. Danny is also going to be looking for you, you know?”

“I know. But I just hurt everywhere and I don’t want to bring down the mood…”

“You’ll perk up once you see Danny. I know it.” and with that she shuts the door again and walks away. I hear the front door open and shut quickly as she leaves for the day.

For a while, I toss and turn wondering if I should get out of bed yet, but in the midst of doing so I end up falling right back asleep.

                                              🌻 🌻 🌻

“Shit shit shit shit!” I frantically leap out of bed when I finally had woken up from my unplanned slumber. Almost 3 hours had passed according to the clock on my wall.

I start running around my room gathering articles of clothing I plan on wearing over to Danny’s place. Quickly slipping out of my nightgown, I throw on jeans, and a busty tank top with an oversized cardigan over top to keep me warm from the cool, autumn air. The tank top is kind of a bold move, but I can’t help but love watching Danny’s eyes struggle to make eye contact when I wear tight tops.

Walking out of my room, I ran over to the kitchen to grab a quick snack for the walk over which happened to be an apple. It’ll have to do until I find something at Danny’s.

After putting on a pair of stylish boots, I slip out the front door and start booking it over to Danny’s with my hands in my cardigan pockets.

When I reach the entrance of her farm, I silently stand back for a moment to observe the happenings. It seems like a whole swarm of people are watching some sort of competition. I duck my head around, trying to get a good view through a small gap in the crowd. Someone kind of bobs out of the way just in time for me to get a good look in.

To my utter enjoyment, Danny is all hot and sweaty, swinging an axe around. Her sleeves are rolled up exposing her arms, while her hat is hanging on for dear life to stay on her head. One big gust of wind and it’ll blow right off. I stand there for a minute gawking over how good she looks right now and kicking myself over missing the action.

It’s such a shame I’m on my period right now because I’d love to take her inside and-..

For some reason, I’m just now noticing what Danny’s got going on at her farm. My mouth falls open and I start walking a couple steps closer. Danny must’ve finally noticed me because I see her coming running over to me. I heard a whole bunch of cheering from the crowd she just left, but she was not focused on it. Her eyes were glued to me while I was too busy looking at her farm.

“Why are there so many sunflowers?” I ask, absolutely astounded by the amount she has growing off to the left of her farm, just behind her chicken coop.

“Well I-” she begins. I cut her off by walking closer to the large field of the sunflowers to get a better look.

“There are so many!” I squeal with joy as I reach up to caress a petal of one of the flowers. Stepping over the barricade Danny has around the field, I push my way into the dense forest of the stems. I feel Danny taking my hand as she follows behind me.

Every single sunflower easily towers over the two of us. Danny must’ve given them steroids or something because I have never seen any so tall before.

I find myself giggling as I keep pushing my way through them all, feeling all tickled by the leaves brushing up against me. I turn back a few times to see Danny with a huge grin on her face.

While I’m too focused on her, in front of me begins to feel on the cooler side again. It was pretty warm in the maze of the sunflowers, so I assumed the coolness had meant I reached the end.

However… that was not the case. When I turn to face forward again, I can’t help but have my jaw drop once again.

In the middle of the huge sunflower field under strings of twinkling fairy lights is a beautiful, handcrafted, wooden bench. It’s painted in a beautiful ocean blue color. Upon closer inspection, there are gorgeous decals engraved into the wood that stand out due to being painted over with a light pink.

On the backrest of the bench also painted with pink, five letters are carved neatly in an almost cursive font.

HALEY

My whole body whipped around to face Danny who was rocking back and forth on her heels with her hands in her pockets.

“Danny...”

“Haley...”

Speechless, I cannot think of anything else to say. I just keep turning to look at the bench and back and Danny.

“Surprise!” Danny does awkward little jazz hands as she says that.

“This is for me?”

“You are Haley, aren't you?”

“And the sunflowers..?”

“Also for you. I picked up a few packets of seeds that one day in Pierre’s when you weren’t looking. I had planted them all in summer, and over time I harvested their seeds to grow more and more. It turned out to be a monster of a field as you can tell,” she gestures in a circular motion to the sunflowers surrounding us.

“But why?”

“I had to try to impress you somehow,” Danny goofs as if it was an obvious choice to grow a whole field of sunflowers and get a whole customized bench.

“It sure is working,” I chuckle as I feel my face flush warm. I walk over to the bench and perch down on it, patting beside me to get Danny to come sit with me. She comes over and sits down very ungracefully, spreading her legs open and draping her arms around the back of the bench with one going behind my back.

“Where’d you get the bench?” I question.

“Robin made it. I painted it and then tried my best to carve your name in it,” she traces her fingers along my name. I start choking up and gently put my hand over my mouth to hide my quiet sobs. It wasn’t enough because Danny tilted my chin so I’m looking up at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m going to try to replant it every summer so you can come visit whenever you’d like to.” Danny looks up at all of the fairy lights above us. It’s a bit too sunny out for them to really shine right now, but at night they will surely be bright.

Now I’m really crying. I lean over to lay on Danny’s shoulder, bawling away. It was such a beautiful gesture that I just cannot fathom somebody going to all the trouble to do it for me.

“I’m sorry it took so long to finally show you. I just wanted to make sure it was perfect,” Danny mumbles.

“Everything you do is perfect,” I utter through my sobs, taking her hand into mine. I feel her cheek rest against the top of my head as we both sit on the bench quietly for a few minutes.

Danny suddenly jolts her head up, fixing her hat on her head. “I forgot I have a whole event going on!” she shouts. I can’t help but laugh over the fact she forgot she was hosting people at her farm. How can someone forget such a thing?

After sitting up straight on the bench and looking at her, I take her by the cheeks and pull her in for a sensual kiss. Her body seems to completely melt into it as she wraps my body up into her arms and pulls me in closer. She gets a bit carried away as she starts getting handsy. The feeling of her hands exploring my body is something that will never get old.

“You wore that top on purpose,” she whispers against my lips.

“And you have an event to get back to,” I gently push her away as she gives me the saddest puppy dog eyes. Her cute face was so hard to resist. 

 She pops up off the bench and holds her hand out for me to take. After helping me up, we wander our way back to the rest of the farm where everyone else is. 

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 3. Fezco

A/N: I always loved writing for fez so here’s a cute moment from me to y’all this fall season + I can’t wait to see Angus’ unreleased films—just saw a trailer for one the other night 🧡

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: back to school/university + studio ghibli + “here take this!” “It’s a white sheet.” “Yeah, put it on.”

WARNINGS: language + doing weird couple things inspired by the fall season? :)

<- read my previous october prompt here.

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He’s all open arms with a duffel bag on his shoulder, dark auburn hair grown out a bit from the usual buzz cut, single gold chain shining underneath the evening light, and when he catches your eye, seated on the top of the table outside on this fall Friday night, laughing it up with most of your new friends he can’t help but to smile at the sight. Fez was proud to see that most of the worries that you once had about lacking friends at college seemed to be a thing of the past.

“If they don’t see how special you are then fuck ‘em, you don’t need them. And you always got me and ash, remember that. I’ll even slide through and sit in on a class if you want me to.” He often told you when you weren’t having the best days adapting to your new environment, which was a hour and some change away from east highland and you knew Fez always means what he says. He’s always ten toes down for you and the feeling was surely mutual. However Fez wasn’t much of a school person himself preferring street smarts over anything but he never steered you away from getting your education, even when you wanted to give up but he knew you were never serious. It was of course sweet to hear Fez say these things but it didn’t completely erase the feeling when you’re out here on your own dealing with social anxiety. You had to do what you had to do and that’s on Tommy pickles!

It’s only been close to two months since you were back in school.

Taking a gap year—or two after graduating high school to figure out what you truly wanted to do, which did include working since your parents weren’t having you sitting around for a year not doing shit. Thankfully they allowed you to focus on your studies and you didn’t have to work throughout high school a couple years back. That gap turned into two with you going through two jobs and settled on a third before you took your chances again with UCLA.

Y’all don’t want to hear all the details but you made it back around to school at twenty, dreading the thought at the beginning and a little bit more once you set foot inside these huge classrooms but at least you kinda had a better idea of a major now than at eighteen. The dread kicked in even more because it always felt like you were behind especially when you talked to some classmates that were a little younger and more guided. The stress actually had you crying about it to your boyfriend fez over lengthy phone calls and FaceTimes more than with your own parents, who did check in, but you felt like they just didn’t get it.

To see Fez here unexpectedly had your heart thudding in your ears and you wasted no time, jumping off the table to run into Fez’s arms.

“Wassup ma? You miss me?”

“Always.” You nuzzled your head against Fez’s cheek, who chuckled, circling one arm around your body, tugging you right to his.

When you finally broke apart, you felt your eyes burning as you gripped his face just staring at him.

“C’mon man, you got time to drool over me later.”

Which made you playfully roll your eyes before intertwining your fingers with his, Fez giving your hand a gentle squeeze before you pulled him over to briefly introduce him to the friends you made. He was exactly what they were all expecting and they approved, although fez didn’t get the chance to put his stamp on them face to face because you were pulling him away to head back to the dorms.

“Hey! Make sure you put the scrunchie on the door for me!” Your roommate, Jasmine called out to you while the rest let out a chorus of ooo’s, which made Fez give a faint dimpled grin with you shaking your head.

Fez said from behind you as you practically dragged him through the leaf covered campus, “oh word? That’s what y’all be on here? I’m finna come up here every weekend then.”

Scoffing you slowed to walk beside fez instead, enjoying the feeling of him being beside you again. It was hard when you’re used to being around someone if not every day then every other day. Sure you ended up with one best friend during your senior year—that wasn’t fez but she was also one of the ones that always knew what they wanted to do with their lives. As soon as graduation hit, you spent maybe a few days out of the summer together before she started spending her time hanging out elsewhere with other people that decided to do the same schooling as her instead during the end of summer. Then she was gone off to college abroad on a ship with those said friends, yeah that shit must be real nice!! but you were always prone to motion sickness.

But hey! At least you still followed each other on Instagram and you liked each other’s photos from time to time. There really wasn’t any beef, that’s just the way life goes sometimes. You fall out of sync with old friends; although your mind starts to play tricks on you, making you question if the friendship was ever really genuine or just temporary. Nonetheless you tried to get over that as you welcomed new people in your life and they accepted you in return.

You still never planned on forgetting about Fergus O’Carroll, even if your brain tried.

“I see somebody’s ready for Halloween and shit,” Fez comments after dumping his bag on the desk chair, then moving back to the center of the dorm room to spin the hanging witch from the light on the ceiling.

Plopping down on your side of the room you sigh, “that’s all Jas’ doing. She basically forced me to get in the spooky spirit with this blanket and stuffed pumpkin. Otherwise than that, all these decorations are her doing. We both know I’m more of a Christmas person.”

“That’s coo though, ain’t nothing wrong with that. You like what you like.” Fez shrugged before hopping up on the bed with you, “although I must admit, I packed my road dog, Chucky with me.”

Fez and Ash loved Halloween for as long as you’ve been in their lives. “Child’s Play,” happened to be one of many of their favorite horror movies, which also didn’t surprise you as much when it came down to the deranged shit talking redhead of a doll. They got a kick out of him and Ash even tried to prank you seasons ago, dressed up as such one night when you fell asleep on their couch cramming for a test the next day, that’s until you pranked him right back during his prank; by faking unconsciousness deciding that you were getting sick of his pranks after awhile.

You showed that little shit but it was always all love.

Shoulder to shoulder, Fez bumped yours making you laugh a bit after you kicked off your shoes.

“So you’re here.”

“Shit, I think so.” Fez slowly blinked at you, patting all over his torso before the both of you laughed into each other’s faces, “yeah, happy to be here wit you.”

You’re scratching at his beard, then running your fingertips over the growth of hair on his head, to scanning the soft freckles all over his skin until you’re leaning forward to press a kiss right to his lips. Fez licks his bottom lip when you pull away, resting his hand right on your thigh now, “damn that little kiss is all I get? It’s been like twelve-fifty days since I last saw you.”

“That doesn’t sound right but I believe you,” you laughed still caressing his jaw before placing your lips right back on Fez’s.

It seems as if all the stress of whatever maybe going on in your lives burns away with the both of you in each others faces again. Phone calls can only get you so far and you knew Fez was busy getting to the bag while you were getting to the books. Yes those were his words, not yours. However you still made time for each other the best way you knew how, after all this relationship was not something either of you imagined letting go of.

“I’d say put the hair tie on the door but nature is currently doing its thing.” You whispered to fez, after the both of you broke apart to bring some air back into your lungs.

Fez squeezed your hip, “don’t even worry about it, I’m fine doin’ whatever you wanna do.”

“Movie night?”

“Right up my alley, what you thinking?”

A slow smile split over your lips then as you met Fez’s lighter eyes and he already knew as the both of you echoed, “Studio Ghibli.”

That’s how the two of you ended up, backs against propped up festive pillows by the wall for cushion, spiderweb black fleece blanket tossed over your laps, laptop stand placed on a side table you dragged to the center of the room, debating on which out of the batch to watch. You were aware that, “Grave of the fireflies,” was Fez and Ash’s movie to watch together along with their own personal favorites on the side and you also had your own so you both tried to come to terms with another.

As the intro to, “Howl’s moving castle,” began you jumped up, pausing it and alerting a low-lidded fez immediately.

He couldn’t even get to ask what you were doing, as you jumped off the bed and crouched down underneath the bed, dragging something out beneath it to dig through before you stood back up with a huff.

“Here, take this!”

Fez took the material from you, confusion digging into his brows, “Issa white sheet.”

“Yeah, put it on.” You motioned with your hands while fez lightly shook his head at you.

You moved back to your roommate’s side of the room, flicking her candy corn lights on while fez questioned, “for why tho?”

“We’ve been missing out on doing coupley things this fall being away from each other so… maybe now I’ll be in the mood.”

“So what we are gonna be? Two snuggling ghosts?”

Thinking about it for a second with a tilt of your head, you nodded as you picked up the second sheet, “yeah, I guess so.”

You slip the sheet on first, your eyes and mouth picking out of the two holes Fez wasn’t aware were even cut into the sheets until he rolled the other sheet around, “Yo?! Where’d you go?”

Groaning you held out your arms towards fez who slid the sheet over himself as well. “Oh that’s better, now I can see your sexy ass again.”

Posing for him underneath the sheet, you laughed after awhile before sitting right next to him again, covering yourselves back with the spiderweb blanket before letting your hands disappear again.

“You comfy?” Fez asked.

“Much better now,” you replied tucking your head into Fez’s sheet covered shoulder, thankfully because that vibrant wool sweater surely would itch the mess out of your skin.

It’s happened before! You still loved your man down but it had to be said—or thought?

Silence filled the dorm until Fez cleared his throat, “now how we supposed to watch the movie when you done paused it and your hands vanished, Casper?”

“Watch and learn my powers Stretch,” kicking your foot out, you attempted to point your toe to tap on the space bar like the bow wow meme but the stand the laptop was on happened to be a little too close on the edge of the night table, slipping right off and onto its side on the carpet.

Fez snorted, “your ghost powers suck, bro.”

Ready to retort, three knocks at the door halted you in doing so as they sounded along with a brief pause before it became unlocked, revealing a Afro haired jasmine standing in the door way peeking through the open gaps of her fingers.

“…not what I was expecting but whatever floats your boat!”

“Listen, I know this maybe weird as hell right now but it’s just us.” Fez spoke while Jasmine shrugged her shoulders, heading to her wardrobe to peel her jacket off.

“Oh this is a complete no-judgement zone from me, believe that! You can ask how many times they found me in here doing weird shit of my own. Please don’t let me interrupt, carry on.” Jasmine answered, pressing her hands on her hips afterwards.

Fez nodded.

You blinked, “jas…can you do us a huge favor?”

She deeply exhaled, “Are you gonna kick me out now because you want to have sex with the ghost sheets on?”

Fez raised his brows at that…you could never say your roommate wasn’t upfront about anything.

“What? No. Could you pick up my laptop for me and press play for us, please? Movie night got a little delayed.”

Jasmine sighed with relief, “oh hell yeah. Thank god because I did not want to crash at Anita’s again, she’s been farting and sleep talking like crazy lately and I have to get up for work in the morning.”

She moves through the room, picking it up and balancing it in the center of the table top and winks at you two. She halts over the spacebar suddenly asking the ginger in the room, “so fez…what do you think of our humble abode?”

“It’s straight. Knew it would be with the whole warning on the front door.”

“Right answer! Next year I plan on sneaking animatronics in here and scaring the poop outta people as soon as they enter, regardless of what Ilian says, our cute ass RA.” Jasmine beams before hitting the spacebar, “I’m gonna head down to the showers and I’ll be back in a bit. Enjoy your movie night love—ghost birds? Yeah that sounds good. I’m gonna write that down and revisit that for my creative writing class.”

Both you and fez watch as jasmine closes her eyes briefly and turns a makeshift key to the side of her temple before grinning. Mumbling to herself she goes through the room collecting her things to exit, leaving the two of you alone again.

“…and she says we’re doing weird shit when she does things like that?” Fez pointed making you snicker.

“She’s just different, a true Aquarius. Real smart though. Let’s not judge her since she didn’t judge us in our ghost glory.” you told fez from underneath the sheet who lifted his shoulders in surrender.

He wasn’t, “I swear I’m not. I’m just a guest observing it all.”

“Not uh, you’re home with me.”

“Well shit, let me get out these pants then and get real comfortable!”

“Nobody wants to see those hairy chicken legs.”

“Whoa, stop the cap! We know as soon as the temp drops tonight you’re gonna be playing footsies with me to keep warm.”

He’s not wrong but Fez didn’t have to be so loud about it.

Sighing you placed your head back against fez’s shoulder and he moved to rest his right on yours. Together you turned your attention back to the movie playing on the laptop, enjoying each others company like you never left.

Fez suddenly murmurs from beside you, “I love you, scholar.”

Your response was instant hearing the teasing but heart felt nickname, “And I’ll love you even more tomorrow, lucky.”

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Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[atticssmellgood]

I have a request!

I've been feeling super super dysphoric lately and haven't been able to find a fic that just scratches my brain in the right way, and I was wonder if I could request a Spencer Reid x ftm reader where the reader is feeling super dysphoric bc they're pre transition, like no binder level and Spencer helps them feel better with like little words of affirmation shit u know, nothing like super specific you can have creative freedom just definitely words of affirmation

thank you so much!!

To Carry the Weight of a Dead Person with You

Spencer Reid x ftm trans!reader

Summary: Reader feels really dysphoric, Spencer helps

Contains: gender dysphoria, slight mention of misgendering/dead name, hurt/comfort, words of affirmation, slight mention of body parts that could make someone feel dysphoric

A/N: HEY!!! Okay so sorry this took forever to post but I’ve actually been wanting to write this concept for a while, so I’m really glad you requested it! I kinda based this off of my own experiences with gender dysphoria so I hope it still resonates. I hope this makes you feel better🫶🏻 also the title of this is a lyric from “Sweet Cis Teen” by dazey and the scouts

(ALSO LOOK AT HIM HES SO CUTE)

You stand, naked in front of the bathroom mirror, steam from your previous shower fogging up the edges and making the air feel heavy.

It was hard taking a shower when you couldn’t even look down at your own body, and sometimes you succeeded—albeit with a bit of effort. Today was, unfortunately, not one of those days.

Your reflection seemed to beckon you to take a glance when you walked by it and towards the door, it always did. Except today, you listened.

Who knows how long you’ve been standing there, staring at all the parts that just didn’t fit. Your chest that wasn’t flat, your hips that were too wide, your waist that had a curve. None of it felt familiar despite the fact that you’ve lived with this body your entire life.

This week had been especially hard to deal with, the dysphoria practically eating at your insides whenever you had a moment alone with your thoughts. It certainly didn’t help when almost everywhere you went, people just saw you as a woman with short hair and in turn you would get called ma’am by a barista or miss by a stranger trying to catch your attention. You hated it, and yet no matter how hard you tried to ignore them, the thoughts and the comments, you always gave in eventually.

Maybe that’s why you felt stuck, staring at a reflection that you never really recognized as your own. The thoughts began to swarm your mind once more, repeating the one word you hated more than anything.

Girl, girl, girl, girl, gi-

A sudden knock on the bathroom door ripped you away from your trance and a sweet voice spoke to you through the barrier.

“Y/n, you okay in there?” Spencer asked tentatively. He seemed to be a little worried.

You’re quick to respond as you finally turn away from the mirror and crack open the door a bit so your body is hidden behind it but your face is still visible. “Yeah, I’m alright.” You plaster on a smile, one that you hope convinces him of your statement. He looks a little skeptical at first but smiles back.

“Sorry, you were just taking a while and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans in and gives you a small peck on the lips “I’ll leave you alone now.” He grins and turns to leave, walking back to the bedroom.

You close the door and lean your forehead against it with a sigh, closing your eyes, water droplets still dripping from your hair and onto your bare shoulders.

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Not too long after Spencer came to check on you, you emerged from the bathroom dressed in a baggy shirt and large sweatpants. Your moment in the bathroom still clung to the back of your mind as you stepped into the shared bedroom, the door creaking slightly.

You leaned up against the doorframe and smiled at the sight before you. Spencer was sitting against the headboard with his glasses on, reading through a novel rather quickly. He seemed so engrossed in the words on the page that he hadn’t even noticed you watching him, admiring how the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table highlighted his features perfectly. It warmed your heart to see him waiting for you to come to bed, despite how tired he probably was from his eventful day at work.

I padded over to my side of the bed and slowly laid down, not wanting to disturb him. My efforts were in vain however, because as soon as he felt the mattress dip under my weight, he was quick to close the book and turn to me.

“Feel better?” He asks quietly, staring at me with a sleepy smile.

I nod and give him a kiss on the cheek before laying down completely. He took that as a sign to say no more and turn off the lamp light, effectively shrouding the room in darkness. You felt his arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him so you were cuddling.

He looked at your face for a second and brushed a piece of your hair back gently. “Your new haircut looks amazing…” he complimented, messing with the now short strands and smiling. When you didn’t say anything back his gaze seemed a little worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” His voice was soft and his hand was placed gently on your cheek, his thumb rubbing across the apple of it.

“I’m fine sweetheart, really.” You tell him, although it was a lie. Your thoughts still ate at your mind as you lay there in his embrace. Usually they would’ve gone away by now but it seemed as though they were here to stay this time.

His slight frown indicated that he knew you were lying but he didn’t push you any further on the subject. If you wanted to tell him, you would.

Soon enough, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, his steady breathing signifying his slumber.

After watching him for a bit, you turned over so your back was facing him, his arm still wrapped around you. You try to close your eyes and let sleep pull you under but instead you were stuck staring at the wall, unable to quiet your mind.

As time ticked on and your eyes stayed open, you fell deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of self-consciousness and dysphoria. You found yourself hearing those same words, over and over and over again, repeated like a mantra in your head.

Girl, her, (dead name), woman, ma’am

This time, you could feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes but you made an effort to keep them at bay so you didn’t wake Spencer. You didn’t want him to see you crying over something so stupid. But it wasn’t until you looked down that you couldn’t help but let out a small sob.

Spencer’s arm had tightened around you in his sleep, effectively pulling the baggy shirt you wore tighter around your body. It now showed the swell of your chest and the curve of your waist as you laid on your side.

The tears started rolling down your face, then. You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle the sobs but you couldn’t stop the way your body was shaking. You felt Spencer move a little behind you, stirring from his sleep due to the sobs wracking your body.

“Y/n?” He mumbles groggily from behind. You quickly wipe your eyes in a poor attempt to hide your little breakdown and turn over to face him.

You sniff and attempt a small smile “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” You say, your voice cracking slightly and more tears escaping from your eyes.

Spencer quickly but gently pulls you closer to him and wipes your tears with his free hand. His expression is one of concern and softness.

“What happened?” He asks quietly, looking into your eyes with nothing but love.

“Nothing, nothing, I’m fine really…” more tears streak down your face as you continue to lie.

“No, it’s not,” he says as he moves your hair out of your face again “please talk to me, love. I want to help you.”

You finally let the useless facade fall as you bury your head in his shoulder and let it all out.

He strokes your hair softly as you cry on him, wetting his sleep shirt with your tears and shaking in his arms.

After a short while your tears begin to dry a little and you pull back to look at him. He doesn’t say anything but he keeps you close and waits for you to speak.

“I-…” I take in a shaky breath “Why don’t I fit, Spencer?” You ask quietly, your voice wavering.

“Why can’t I look in the mirror and not hate the way my chest isn’t flat or the way my face is too round?” You ask again. You can feel your eyes getting wet again when you speak. “Why couldn’t I have been a boy?”

He strokes your hair lightly and his eyes widen in understanding.

He pulls you to his chest and kisses your head.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he looks down at you with a gentle expression “You are a boy, no matter what body you’re in.” He smiles softly.

“It doesn’t matter if your chest isn’t flat or your face is too round, you’ll always be my handsome, dashing, loving boyfriend,” he kisses your forehead “and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You sniffle a little bit “It would be nice if I could at least pass though, I just hate it so much…” a few more tears escape your eyes

“I know, but you know what?” He lifts your chin up gently so you can look in his eyes “I’ll be here to help you through your transition, every step of the way.” He smiles and wipes your tears away once more.

“But I want you to know that you already pass perfectly fine in my eyes.” He chuckles and kisses your lips softly, stroking your cheek.

You feel a little better when he says those words, and you nuzzle your head into his neck, mumbling a small “thank you”

He kisses the top of your head again and you both stay there for a moment, soaking up the warmth and love that was filling your small bedroom as he peppers kisses all over you and plays with your hair.

Spencer is the one to break the silence with a small yawn and a whisper.

“You know, I really meant what I said about your hair,” he mumbles as he twirls a strand around his finger “it makes you look even more handsome than usual….” He smiles and you feel a grin coming to your face too.

“There it is…” he chuckles warmly as he pulls back to look at your face with soft eyes.

“I love you so much, you know that?” He whispers, snuggling to you close once again. You smile even wider as he says that.

“I love you more…”

You end up falling asleep like that, cuddled up in Spencer’s arms as he whispers sweet compliments to you, running his slender fingers through your hair.

You knew that you would still have these days, the ones that caused you to break down with just one look in the mirror, but you felt happy regardless.

Because you knew Spencer would be there to give you those small compliments that made you feel so much better in your own skin.

Every step of the way.

[im-out-of-it]

season 2, episode 3 “parabatai lost” aka Alec almost dies saving jaces life for the millionth time

1. MY POOR ALEC

2. and Magnus is apologizing like mags this isn’t your fault but we can talk about that later

3. look, I like the idea of parabatai and not CC’s version, the Greek version of it. I love that. but what I don’t like is how CC always has one of the people fighting for the other person, putting their life and happiness on the line for them while the other doesn’t seem to give a shit. and it’s not just Alec and jace she does this with. she did it with Jem and Will, with Matthew and James which isn’t as extreme, and I’m not even going to talk about Emma and Julian. but most of these pairs- one person went above and beyond while the other didn’t matter

4. let me go into this a little more. how often do we see jace saving Alec? ONCE. how often do we see matthews concerns mattering? (MATTHEW DESERVED BETTER) Matthew ended up apologizing for even catching feelings for Cordelia or whatever that was. Jems whole role is to be there for Will, and then when Jem needs something, Will makes a whole joke basically over jems condition and is acting like Jem marrying Tessa is one last wish. it’s a pattern CC has made and I was hoping the show wouldn’t follow that. I mean, they obviously handled it better than the books where it’s nonexistent but jace is still jace, he’s still a dick who doesn’t care about Alec that much. it’s always going to be clary clary clary to him

5. it makes me sad that Magnus is apologizing and that he genuinely feels bad for not fixing Alec right away. he’s everything and we must protect Magnus at every cost!

6. yeah yeah yeah parabatai are special

7. what Magnus means to say is fuck you jace stop making my man miserable

8. and this is back when Alec thinks he needs jace. CAN WE PETITION FOR ALEC TO DO SOME TEST SO HE CAN SEE JACE ISNT WORTH IT PLEASE (reposting gif BECAUSE ALEC DESERVES BETTER) (GIVE MY MAN A FUCKING BREAK PLEASE AND MAGNUS TOO) (HES ONLY GETTING PAID IN ALEC)

9. shit where was I?????? oh that’s right, this bloody mess

10. I always love how Magnus practically says parabatai in disgust because (this is just my take) but I think Magnus can’t stand jace and the meaning of some parabatai- like how some will just use their parabatai over and over again. Magnus is intelligent and he sees how jace treats Alec, I mean literally anyone can notice that. anyone can see how miserable Alec was just a few days ago- probably a week. time runs differently here. in season three, Alec (spoilers for new watchers) asked Magnus to move in and Magnus states how it’s only been A FEW MONTHS

11. Izzy: how can I help my big brother??????

12. I found him and no jace, that isn’t clary 🙄

13. I hate how sad and hurt Magnus is in this episode: (give Harry all the fucking awards)

14. poor gretel, she could be rude but she didn’t deserve to die

15. I also found this:

16. I never find the fucking gifs when i need them

17. let’s take a break and venture into season one for a bit. I MISS SEASON ONE MAGNUS ALREADY

let us stop at 18 and I’ll be back later today to do the second part ⚔️🥹

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Let's Pretend It's Love- Chapter 7

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“Bugger.” I cursed running a hand through my hair that was beginning to need a trim as I rummaged through my very empty and very disorganized pantry.

Ollie purred loudly as he rubbed against my bare feet. He was telling me he was hungry and I’d just opened the pantry to discover that I was all out of his dry food. It was Friday night there was a hungry cat nipping at my toes and I really didn’t feel like running to a Tesco. I shrugged grabbing a box of Lucky Charms I was certain weren’t stale and dumping the rest of the box’s contents in Ollie’s favorite green bowl. Sometimes when I ran out of food for Ollie I substituted with cereal. If a hardcore animal activist found out about this they’d probably rip my head off but I’d done it several times before. It’s cheaper than cat food and Ollie loved the marshmallow bits. I know, I’m a horrible cat Mum.

I was in a pleasant mood tonight considering that tomorrow was Saturday and I had a much needed day off from work. The last few days at work had been rough. Most people (namely my mum) did not take my job seriously but in total honestly, retail is hell. People were stupid, rude and just about any other word you could think of and I had to deal with loads of them. The more I worked at Jess’ shop the more I began to hate people and the more I began considering moving far away into the Swiss Alps without telling anyone.

I’d planned to spend a quite weekend to myself away from everyone I knew. I might just lock myself into my room all weekend or maybe I might actually do something for a change like bake something or go window shopping. The possibilities were endless.

One I saw that Ollie seemed content with his Lucky Charms, I trudged over to my small sofa and plopped down grabbing my laptop that was on the coffee table. Time to find another Netflix series I can binge watch while I think about what take away would tickle my fancy. After sometime of skimming over my show choices (that were very limited since I’d already watched a vast majority of them) I decided that I’d die for Indian food tonight. Curry was a weakness of mine. I was such a regular customer at the small restaurant a few blocks away from my flat that I had their number programed in my phone. As I grabbed my mobile from in between the couch cushions I noticed a few missed text messages all from Penny. Oh boy, this better be good.

Hey Pres! Whatcha doing tonight?

I groaned. Don’t tell me she’s got some wedding plans to share with me. If so, the hell starts now. It took me a few minuets but I eventually replied.

Nothing. Why?

Within a little less than a minuet Penny replied.

Liam and I thought it would be fun if you lot came over tonight. We’re having game night. It’s going to be pretty wicked!

Confusion kept me from rolling my eyes. Who’s the you all ? Last time I checked I was a party of one. I walk alone

Who’s you lot?

Once again Penny wasted no time in replying. I was honestly beginning to worry about her. She obviously must stare at her phone all day.

You and Harry, silly! Did you guys break up or something?

Shit! I forgot all about Harry. I hadn’t even talked to him since our night at the pub. That was a stupid slip up. I have to get used to the fact that Harry’s apart of my life for the time being. Otherwise this whole scheme will blow up in my face.

No. You failed to specify. What time?

I nervously chewed my lip hoping Penny didn’t catch me in my lie.

How’s 8:30 sound, yeah?

I looked at the clock. It was 7:15. I had a little over an hour to locate Harry and make myself presentable. Damn you Penny.

I’ll see what we can do.

I practically flew off the couch in a panic. Why does Penny always come up with these spontaneous plans and why does Harry have to come along? Why can’t she and Liam just have their stupid game night by themselves? I quickly scrolled through my contacts and found Harry’s name. Any other time I would have texted him but not tonight. I didn’t have time to wait on him to reply. I needed to get a hold of him right this minuet. I tucked my lip between my teeth and tried to stay as calm as possible while listening to that bloody awful dial tone. I’d never hated it this much until now.

“Hello?”

I could have jumped in excitement after hearing that familiar drawl. His voice sounded a little raspier than usual. He almost sounded out of breath.

“Where are you?” I blurted over the receiver. There was a slight static on the other line.

“Lovely to hear from you too, Presley. I’m takin a jog. Why?” Harry retorted.

I sighed. “My sister is having game night at her and Liam’s flat. She invited us and I don’t think she’ll take no for an answer.” I replied as I headed to my bedroom in search of something to wear. Great. Harry went for a jog. That just eats up more time.

“You wanna meet me somewhere?” He questioned before clearing his throat.

I sighed. “No. I’ll text you my address and you can pick me up. Just be here before 8:15.” I instructed.

“Alright, love. See ya.“

"Yeah bye."With one click the conversation was over and I resumed my task of getting dressed. I’m such a massive mess.

At 8:15 on the dot there was a loud knock on my door. Oh God. Harry’s one of those punctual people. It was a good thing I was actually dressed and ready to go. If Harry didn’t have to pick me up would have stuck to my fashionably late rule.

I sauntered over to the door not bothering to look in the peephole before opening the door. Just as I expected there stood Harry with his worn lucky boots. To my surprise he’d ditched the flamboyant patterns for a black tee and jeans. The same black hat from the first night we’d gotten together over drinks sat on top of his wild curls. I don’t know why Harry didn’t dress like this on a regular basis. A simplistic sense of style boosted his attractive factor about ten percent.

"Hi.” I greeted dryly tossing my handbag over my shoulder. A slow smile crept over Harry’s face as his green eyes scanned the length of me. I didn’t know how to feel under his gaze.

“Hi. That’s a lovely color on you. You should wear it more often.” He declared gesturing to my maroon colored playsuit.

“Uh, thanks. Black’s a nice color on you.” I complemented awkwardly. Harry grinned a, dimple denting his left cheek. “

Black’s your favorite color. I remembered.” He replied proudly.

He wore black because it was my favorite color? Strange but I guess that’s what fake boyfriends do.

Even though Harry and I had gotten to know each other more over drinks at the pub there was still that awkward silence between us as I gathered my keys and locked up my flat. I guess we were a little better after that night but we still had a long way to go.

“So, ready to crush Penny and Liam tonight? I’m quite competitive when it comes to games.” Harry announced as we approached the lift.

I smiled for the first time tonight since being forced into Penny, Liam and Harry’s company. “You’re competitive, Styles?” I questioned raising an eyebrow whilst pressing the elevator’s down button.

He shrugged. “I can get kinda nasty sometimes.” The words causally slipped out of his mouth and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t believe you. I reckon there’s not a mean bone in your body.

” Harry smirked. “You’ll see.” He replied. The elevator chimed and I grinned.

Tonight might actually be fun after all.

*****

It was 8:39 by the time Harry and I arrived at Penny and Liam’s flat. London traffic along with Harry being very adamant about slowing down on yellow contributed to our tardiness. Penny didn’t seem to mind though, she seemed extra excited to see us when she appeared at her front door in a purple dress that almost looked fit for a cocktail party instead of an indoor game night.

“It’s so great to see you again, Harry!” Penny announced happily as she led Harry and I into the lounge of her flat. It had been a while since Penny and Liam had invited me over, so long that I hardly remembered what the place looked like. The walls were a nice cream color and the living room had a lot of earthy tones. All the furniture was modern. I could imagine Penny and Liam being one of those couples who changed their throw pillows ever so often and rearranged the furniture every month. Mr.&Mrs. Von Sway.

“Likewise. Lovely place you have here.” Harry replied politely making himself comfortable on the sofa. I sat next to him snuggling up to his torso. He smiled whilst draping a long arm around his shoulders. The magic starts here. We were sitting dangerously close to one another our thighs were touching and I could smell Harry’s after shave and for the first time since knowing him I realized he was in great shape. His abs felt like a rock next to my frail body. Penny smiled at us and she took a seat in one of the chairs facing the sofa.

“Thank you. You two are so cute! Liam should be out of the kitchen with the food. He made most of it himself. If you like it don’t tell him it’s good, please.” Penny begged. Almost as if on cue Liam emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray of various foods with a huge, goofy grin on his face.

“You made it! Great you see you again, mate.” He greeted Harry placing a large bowl of what looked like guacamole on the coffee table in front of us.

“Same here.” Harry replied with a smile.

I cleared my throat very loudly and very dramatically.

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, Leeyum?” I asked coyly.

He smirked. “I can’t lie and say I’m happy to see you, Presley. I reckon I like your boyfriend more.” Liam replied. I gasped

“You meet him one time and love him and you’ve know me for how long? After all I’ve done for you and this is how you repay me? I’m the reason you have a future wife.” I replied pretending to be offended.

Liam chuckled sitting in the chair adjacent to Penny. “Just kidding, you know I love ya. Especially for leading me to my future wife.” He replied sweetly. I smiled. I was so thankful that there was no bad blood between Liam and I. It was almost as if we’d never dated.

“So, what games have you guys got for us tonight?” Harry questioned helping himself to a handful of the fruit on the table.

I rolled my eyes. “You have to excuse him. he’s a wee bit competitive when it comes to this type of stuff. Still trying to redeem himself from all those primary school losses.” I spoke gently patting Harry’s knee. Penny grinned.

“Li and I love a good competition. We were going to play Scrabble but since Harry wants competition we can play charades!”

I cringed. I always hated charades. In addition to that I was a total hermit. I never played games in group settings.

“Ooo, keen idea. I’ll go get the board.” Liam announced hoping from his seat. He came back in what literally felt like seconds with a large easel with a large notebook of paper. Harry smirked at me before popping a piece of cantaloupe in his mouth.

“They’re so not ready for this, babe.” He mumbled.

Yeah? Neither am I.

“Okay let’s split into two teams. We should come up with team names!” Penny suggested giddily.

Liam’s brown eyes lit up. “We should call ourselves the Payne Train!” Liam suggested.

Penny gasped. “It’s genius. I love it, honey!”

I gazed over at Harry who sent me a wide smirk. His green eyes seemed to dance with amusement making it obvious he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. We both burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Penny asked.

I chortled. “Your team name. It sounds so overtly sexual. Is that your nickname for Liam’s willy?” I questioned tears forming in the corner of my eyes. I nudged Harry who was laughing harder this time. Penny and Liam turned a shade of red I didn’t know existed. Penny rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. What would you call yourselves then?” She questioned folding her arms across her chest.

“Our team name is We’re The Bestest cuz we’re gonna run your little Payne Train off the tracks.” Harry, who’d recovered from his laughing fit replied darkly. I liked his attitude even though I knew I would screw it up.

Liam scoffed. “Talk is cheap, mate. Let’s get on with it.”

Let’s just say I would have rather preferred it if Harry hadn’t talked so much dirt. Charades was a lost hope. Liam and Penny were practically murdering Harry and I at the game. Neither one of our drawing skills were that good but I was horrid about guessing Harry’s hints. He’d made a bloody idiot of himself as he furstratedly stomped around practically begging me through body language to guess correctly. Liam and Penny seemed to know guess each other’s hints correctly every time. There were more mentally in sync than Penny and I were and we were twins. It was creepy actually.

“No fooking way!” Harry exclaimed while Penny and Liam did this weird victory dance in celebration of scoring another point. Even though Harry and I were losing miserably, I was having a great time. His competitive side was quite entertaining.

“Alright, We’re The Bestest (yeah right) you have one last shot to score one point. Either way, Payne Train still wins!” Liam declared in his best impersonation of a TV show host. I rolled my eyes.

“You can hang that up, mate. We forfit.” I replied.

Harry’s green eyes grew wide. “What?!? We’re not going down with out a fight, Presley.” He replied firmly. Gosh. It’s not even that serious.

“Whatever Harry. It’s your turn to draw, let’s get on with it.” I replied dryly. Harry hopped up from the couch, cracking his knuckles before approaching the board. He snatched the marker from Liam’s hand and held up fingers.

“That’s easy, two words.” I replied. He nodded his head vigrously before moving his wrist in a sort of twisting motion. I’d seen Penny and Liam do this before when it was there turn. I trapped my lip between my teeth. “Movie?” I questioned. Harry grinned and I assumed I was correct.

He then drew what appeared to be a slope or something, perhaps a hill? The next thing Harry drew was a stick figure who appeared to be sleeping.

“Ugh, this is so easy!” Penny scoffed.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “This is my guess, thank you!” I retorted. I knew she was only trying to distract me. Hill. Sleep.

“Sleepy village? Oh, I know! Sleepy Hollow!” I guessed. Harry furrowed his brows and shook his head while Liam chuckled. He then furiously drew a heart and two stick figures. It has to be a romantic movie then. About hills and sleep? I suck at this. This is exactly why Harry and I have like zero points.

“You have five minuets left, Presley.” Liam taunted.

“Leave me alone, Li”

I bet he was distracting me on purpose.The living room was silent and it was almost as if everyone was watching me. Penny and Liam were just waiting on me to loose and Harry was nearly begging me to get it right. So much pressure. Okay, I can do this. Think hard. A romantic movie about sleep and hills. I know I’ve seen this before. I think I was forced to watch it with Penny. Julia Roberts was in it I think. I can take a stab at this.

“Is it Notting Hill?”

Harry grinned widely displaying his dimples. “YES! FINALLY! YES!” He shouted literally snatching his hat off his head and throwing it on the ground.

“Yes!! We got a poooint!” I shouted hopping up from my seat. Even though I didn’t care about wining, Harry and I had been the underdogs all night while Penny and Liam rubbed it in our face. I was pretty damn excited about that one point. Harry came over and without any warning picked me up. Bridal style. I was startled but too surprised and excited to react.

“You did such a good job!” Harry exclaimed whilst spinning me around. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling out of his strong arms.

“That was too easy!” Penny protested.

“It doesn’t matter. She got it right, didn’t she?” He challenged.

I shot Penny a victorious smirk. “My boyfriend and I are amazing. You’ve gotta give us or credit for that.” I declared. “

Well, either way Payne Train still wins! We’re unstoppable!” Liam exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes.

“Help me with the dishes, love?” Penny asked Liam once the excitement died down. Of course Liam didn’t even hesitate to agree. I swear that woman’s working some kind of black magic on him.

Penny and Liam had long gone in the kitchen and Harry was still standing there holding me in his arms. For as long as we’d been standing it that position I was afraid his knees would give out and we’d both topple to the floor. I’m not the lightest girl in the world.

“Y-you can put me down now, Harry.” I declared shyly.

Harry’s handsome face flushed red. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He gently placed me back on the ground and I straightened my outfit before looking up to meet Harry’s cheeky grin. “You and me; we make a great team. Don’t cha think?” He questioned. A slow smile spread over my face.

“Yeah. I reckon so.”

[nabibeans]

MILF! HWA // College! joong.

•

Hongjoong and Seonghwa weren’t exactly your average couple; especially when it came to their age gap, Hongjoong himself was 25 while Seonghwa had just turned 36. Not that he cared even in the slightest that his beautiful girlfriend was older than him, she was the woman of his dreams and that’s all that mattered. He’d do anything for the love of his life; no matter what the cost, a ding from his phone captured his attention.

🐰🍯: baby, I started my period. Can you bring home some tampons? They’re in a purple box when you go to the store. Thank you, I love you. ❤️

Fuck. Maybe he was a bit too whipped. Hongjoong however replied that he would indeed get his girlfriend the tampons she needed; and he’d also grab a few of her favorite period snacks and a comfy blanket to cuddle into while he wasn’t home, his queen deserved the best and that was exactly what he was going to give her. “Hey man, what are you doing after class wanna hang out?” Mingi, his long time friend sat next to him. There was only a few minutes left so everyone was preparing to leave and go home for the day. “Ah my girlfriend isn’t feeling well, so I’m gonna head to the store and get some things for her.” Mingi wiggled his eyebrows. “Did you knock her up?” , “god! No Mingi! She’s on birth control. She got her period, that’s all.” That seemed to have catch the attention of Jongho in front of him. “You do know what tampons to get right? Yeosang gave me one hell of a lecture when I didn’t buy the right ones last time. It’s a good thing she’s pregnant so I won’t get bitched at for nine months.” Yeosang was Jongho’s girlfriend of 10 years. They’d been dating since high school and never once split up, “I think so? She said they’re in a purple box.” He decided it would be better to confirm by looking online first, only to discover there were a ton of tampons that came in purple boxes. “Fuck.” , “How old is she? That could help.”

Hongjoong blushed scratching the back of his neck, “she’s 35.” , “oh shit!?” The two men beside him said in unison. They certainly hadn’t expected their friend to be into older women. “Okay so she needs something comfortable but will get the job done. I’ll come with you and show you what I usually get Yeosang if that helps.” Jongho was a blessing. Truly. “Thanks Jongho, I really don’t want to face her wrath right now.” Once class was over Jongho and Hongjoong headed to the nearest store together to get everything they needed; Yeosang had requested her favorite candy and who was Jongho to deny his pregnant girlfriend. “Since she’s older she’ll likely need a smaller size since she’s not bleeding as much.” Hongjoong piped up quickly, “oh seonghwa has heavy periods, she has Endometriosis.” Jongho mentally slapped himself. “Okay so these.” He quickly picked up a purple box and pressed it into Hongjoong’s hands. “These are what she meant. If not tell her it’s my fault. Now let’s get out of here before anyone comes down this aisle.” Hongjoong would have to thank him later.

•

Back at home; Seonghwa was curled up on the couch with a pint of ice cream and a blanket draped over her shoulders, her eyes had dark circles under them. “Hurry home Joongie, I need you.” She sighed dropping the spoon into the now empty ice cream pint as she began to cry again. Her whole body hurt; she felt so nauseous , and all she wanted was her boyfriend to come home and cuddle up with her in bed.

The front door unlocked with a click before opening, “hey baby I’m home- why are you crying!? Seonghwa…my love.” Hongjoong immediately put the bag down rushing over to his girlfriend, wrapping her up in his arms tightly. Seonghwa allowed herself to cry freely as she cuddled against her boyfriend. “My body is just so…gross. And I feel so nauseous but I keep eating shitty food and I missed you.” The older woman clung to her lover, letting him soothe her as she cried. Hongjoong kissed her tears away softly as he rocked his lover, “sounds like my honey bunny needs a nice relaxing bubble bath and then some cuddles in bed with a movie. How’s that sound baby? I’ll clean up while you take a bath.” Seonghwa nodded through her tears, happy her boyfriend was so caring. “Yes, thank you baby. Did you get what I asked for?” Hongjoong grabbed the bag nodding. “I got your tampons, and some snacks and a heating pad. You’re all set for the week babe.” He leaned in to kiss his girlfriend softly, her plush lips molding to his perfectly.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” , “I love you too.” Hongjoong kissed her one more time before getting up to start the bath for his girlfriend, letting her soak while he cleaned up the apartment. Cleaning up the couch and coffee table; setting out a menu for dinner later, making the bed and adding an extra blanket to keep Seonghwa extra comfy. He even laid out her favorite pajamas! Seonghwa eventually emerged from the bathroom, she looked much more relaxed now than she had before. “I feel much better, thank you baby.” Her arms wrapped around Hongjoong’s neck for another kiss. His hands found her hips, kissing his girlfriend lovingly. “Of course baby, you deserve it. Now let’s get comfy and cuddle okay?” Seonghwa nodded pulling away from her boyfriend to get dressed.

Their evening was filled with lots of cuddling and kissing; Hongjoong’s head resting on top of Seonghwa’s as she had finally drifted to sleep in his arms, her vanilla shampoo invading his nose whenever she’d shift underneath his chin. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, just letting his beautiful girlfriend sleep in his arms while he ordered dinner for the two of them, something simple and easy to eat in bed since he didn’t want to move Seonghwa too much. After a few moments; his love stirred from her sleep rubbing her eyes, “did I fall asleep?” Hongjoong nodded kissing her forehead. “You did, but I wanted you to sleep since you looked tired.” Seonghwa nodded in agreement sitting up slowly with her boyfriend.

“Thank you for taking care of me babe.” , “I always will.” The couple shared a passionate kiss. Their evening together just getting started.

This is just one of many Milf! Fem! Seonghwa fics I’ve written. Maybe I’ll post more here soon? This one was pretty short and a little rushed. 🙃

[roberttchase]

Brettsey + 'You broke my heart over the phone'.

I made this way too angsty, whoops. I got another prompt as well, so I combined them! Have 2.5k of Matt on lexapro, Cruz throwing a punch, and Brettsey getting alllll their emotions out.

Can you redo the Molly’s scene but with more angst since you’re so good at it?? 

XXX

The second he clocks her; not even twenty seconds into the damn place, Matt blinks and feels his body tense. He’d wanted to  catch up with 51, wanted to quell the intense homesickness he’s been battling the past few months. But maybe coming here wasn’t such a good idea after all. His stomach feels sloshy even without having a drink, and there’s a lump in his throat that he can’t quite swallow. 

Her hair is longer. It’s the first thing he notices, aside from how beautiful she looks. He wants to compliment it, but then he remembers how he used to rake his fingers through the soft golden strands, how he used to bury his face into it when he was stressed or sleepy. The firefighter remembers how the light would hit it in the morning and make Sylvie look like an Angel while she slept. He turns to go, to make a run for it before he’s noticed, but it backfires and he runs into Gallo and Violet who’ve just walked in. 

“I’m so sorry!”

“Captain! It’s totally okay,” Gallo grins widely, clapping Casey on the shoulder. 

Everyone seems to notice him now, and a few ‘Case!’ and ‘Captain’s!’ ring out throughout the bar. 

He’s not sure what does it exactly, but the sudden thought of being an outsider wells up inside of him. He doesn’t belong here, not anymore. He talks to Severide and Kidd every couple of weeks, but aside from that and Herrmann once in a blue moon, no one reaches out to him- but he doesn’t reach out to them either. He feels trapped like a wild animal caged in a corner. The man can feel eyes from his old team on him, waiting for him to come over and join their conversation. He knows Sylvie’s head is turned towards him now thanks to his peripheral vision. Hands shaking slightly, Matt shoves them into his pockets and licks his lips. 

“I actually uh, I have to head out-“ 

“No way Captain!” Stella calls from the bar, her curls pulled back into a ponytail. “Not until you’ve had a drink or two and we catch up.” 

And okay, he’s not thought this one through. Shit. How does he get his way out of this? Walking up to the bar, he gives Sev a hand to the shoulder, then pulls away to let Stella hug him from over the counter. Herrmann’s wiping down the opposite side but heads over, slinging his towel over his shoulder. 

“How ya doin’ Casey? How’s Portland?” 

“Oh, you know, keeping me busy,” he smiles, ignoring the skeptical look from Stella. “How’s everything here?” 

“Oh ya know, keeping us busy,” Herrmann parrots back. “What brings you back?” 

“I’m here to see my sister,” Matt lies, not wanting to let anyone know about the talk he’s going to have with Stella, even though he knows at least Severide will hear about it. 

“Well, it’s good to see your face back in here. It’s been weird without you.” 

“I’ve missed it,” Matt clenched his jaw and blinks, trying to calm himself down. 

“What’re you drinking? The usual?” 

As much as the blonde desperately wants a beer, he can’t. Not anymore. 

“Oh, uh, no, I’ll just take a coke,” he shrugs, feeling his face heat up when the three of them look at him like he’s crazy. “I uhh…I can’t drink,” he adds lamely as an afterthought. 

“You got some news for us Case?” Severide laughs and pats Matt’s stomach gently. “Better name them after me.” 

“You’re a comedian,” the firefighter rolls his eyes at his best friend's antics. “No, I’m actually,” Matt straightens up a bit, then lowers his voice. “I’m on this medication that won’t let me drink,” he waves off, hoping they’ll leave it.

They don’t, of course. Herrmann tries, which Matt’s grateful for, stumbling out a “Jeez, okay, Lemme get you a coke then,” before ambling down to the soda fountain at the other end of the bar. 

“Medication?” Severide’s eyebrows raise. “Are you okay?” 

Matt nods, pressing his palms against his thighs. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Seriously,” he promises the couple who still look worried. “It’s just Lexapro man, nothing serious.” 

Stella and Severide share a look. 

“That’s for depression and anxiety right,” Kelly recalls, frowning. “What’s going on with you lately? You can talk to me Case.” 

“Look, if it’s all the same to you, maybe we can do this when we’re not at the bar. Don’t really feel like talking about it here,” Matt looks around and Sylvie’s eyes are staring back At him, making him feel like he’s been electrocuted. 

He shouldn’t have come. This was all a mistake. 

“I’m gonna go see my sister, but it was great to see you guys. Maybe we ca-“ 

“Stay at the loft tonight, yeah? Beats a hotel,” Stella interjects.

Matt debates it. On one hand, his best friends are married now. But this isn’t him moving back in, it’s one night. He’s missed them. But they don’t deserve to have him back for a night just for him to leave again, just like Sylvie didn’t. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake, and yet- 

“Yeah, alright. I’ll text you guys when I’m heading over.” 

He puts a twenty on the counter even though he’s not even been given the drink that Herrmann’s still fiddling with, obviously wanting to give them space. A moment later, the blonde is out the door, feeling shaky and like his skin is too tight on his body. It’s as if he’s a live wire, ready to combust. He can’t do this. 

“Matt!” 

It takes everything in him not to tell the woman approaching him to leave him alone. She doesn’t deserve that, he tells himself, she doesn’t deserve to feel the way he’s been feeling. 

“Sylvie..” Any other words die in his throat, now that he’s so close to her, can smell her perfume and can see her freckles that come out when it gets warmer. 

“Why didn’t you say you were coming?” 

“I don’t…,” he swallows. “Why would I need to? We’re not dating anymore.” 

It’s blunt and he sees Sylvie wince. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, it’s just a fair statement. They’re not together anymore, no matter how much he wants to be. He bites his thumbnail; an old anxious habit, then looks at her. She looks surprised, hurt and confused all at the same time. 

“We’re adults. We should be able to talk and-“ 

“You broke my heart over the phone, I don’t think

I owe you anything.” 

The words tumble out before he can stop them. Matt can physically feel his resolve crumbling, can feel the nice guy routine starting to slip out of his grasp. All the emotions that have been bottling up since September feel like they’re ready to erupt like a volcano. Tears threaten to do the same. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t just fly out to Portland to have that conversation,” she grits out, and oh yeah, he can’t tell just from how Sylvie sounds that they’re doing this; getting their grievances out, right in the middle of the sidewalk outside of Molly’s. 

“Conversation? There wasn’t a conversation from how I remember it. I didn’t even get a real explanation! It’s always been ‘it’s hard’. I get that it’s hard, I had to live it too. But it’s bullshit that the reason we broke up was because it was ‘hard’. We could have done more instead of just give up!” 

“It was hard, Matt! Do you know how hard it is being at 51 without you? Constantly being reminded of you? And when we try to set up video dates there’s always something that gets in the way? I needed you and sometimes I couldn’t have you! It wasn’t fair! It was exhausting always wondering if I’d be able to talk to my boyfriend, or the fact I couldn’t hug you or kiss you. We were new and everything was perfect and then you left!” Her words are tainted with sadness and desperation. 

Matt feels like he wants to throw up. His breaths quicken and he lets his eyes look away from the paramedic. 

“Unfair? This whole thing is unfair, I couldn’t just let the boys get thrown into foster care!” He crosses his arms defensively. “I’ve lived that, and that’s unfair, Sylvie. I’m sorry I can’t be two places at once!” 

“I know that Matt, but it doesn’t make the hurting any less miserable,” Sylvie blinks hard, and if Matt has to watch her cry again he’s going to lose it himself. 

“Do you know how miserable I was? How miserable I am? I’m trying to be a good guardian to them, and I’m pretty sure I suck. I couldn’t see you then, and I can’t see you now. I don’t have friends at work, it’s not like 51. 51 is a family. I’m an outsider at my firehouse,” he swallows thickly, finally admitting how awful it’s been. “I’m not Case or Matt to anyone there. They don’t know me! I’m Captain Casey, and that’s all I’ll ever be because they don’t care. I’m not invited places because I’m their boss. Our Chief is only at the house half the time, which means I’m in charge of everything. So it’s work, boys, and then make things in the shed behind the house because if I’m left alone with my thoughts? It’s not a good time.” 

He thinks back to the first week they’d been broken up. Thinks back to sitting alone in the dark of his small bedroom and wondering if he was helping anyone, if he was a good guardian, or brother, or leader. He thinks back to intrusive thoughts and punching a hole in the wall, ignoring the fracture and letting himself feel the pain for the next two weeks, serving as some kind of fucked up punishment. 

Sylvie is watching him as he starts trembling and his chest tightens. He knows his anxiety is starting to seep through the wall his lexapro builds him, and he clears his throat. 

“Look. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t do enough, and I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You don’t ever deserve to feel like you’re not enough or you’re a second choice.” 

Dejavu washes over him. 

“I just want you happy. So if you’re happier without me, I accept that. But please don’t let us fail just because it was hard. You were it for me Sylvie, absolutely the only one I could ever see building a forever with. And like I said, you broke my heart. I’m not going to deny that. But I’d rather my heart be broken versus yours.” 

By the end of his little speech, he’s trembling all over, and he thinks maybe he should get to his suitcase that’s at Christie’s and take another pill. Sylvie looks ready to cry at any moment, cheeks flushed and eyes watering.

“Matt-“ 

Severide and Cruz interrupt her, walking out of Molly’s laughing. Both stop short, and it’s ironic really, the fact Matt and Sylvie’s respective ‘defenders’ are walking out to this of all things. All four of them freeze, but the tear that’s falling from the paramedics eyes makes Cruz snap back into action almost immediately. He puffs his chest out and stands taller as he walks up to Matt. The Captain straightens his own shoulders. 

“You know, with all due respect Casey, now that you’re not at fifty one, I can kick your ass for hurting her.” 

“Cruz! You’re still a firefighter, and not only that, I’m your lieutenant and I’m also right here,” Severide steps in, his voice firm. 

Matt keeps his face stony and unreadable, mouth in a thin line, almost turning downwards. He knows there’s no way in hell Cruz would try and fight him, at least he’s 90% sure. He holds his ground, raising an eyebrow. 

“You really want to do that Cruz?” He asks, ignoring the noise Sylvie makes next to him. “Go ahead then. You’ll get reprimanded, but if it’s worth it, you can take a free shot,” Matt says sarcastically. 

Before he knows what’s happening, there’s force against his cheek, hard and sudden. Both Severide and Sylvie yell at Cruz, and as Matt looks up cradling his jaw, he sees his best friend grabbing the squad member by his shirt, holding him tight. 

“You’re out of your damn mind man!” 

“No, Casey is! Brett’s been heartbroken and it’s his fault!” 

“It’s no one’s fault, they’re both adults, and this isn’t high school!” 

“Stop! Stop yelling, and stop stepping in for me. Cruz, I told you, I broke up with him. You don’t get to just go around hitting people because of something they did or didn’t do,” Sylvie glares. 

Matt’s not sure he can recall ever seeing her this angry. Wincing as he rubs the tender spot on his jaw and cheekbone, he finally recovers, clenching his fist. He wants to sucker punch Cruz, but he also understands why he’s hit him. And truthfully, maybe he deserves it. Sighing, he puts a hand out, signaling for everyone to stop. 

“I’m leaving. Severide, I’m grabbing my bag from Christie’s and then I’ll come to yours. Cruz, have fun with your write up. Sylvie…it was good seeing you.”

The last few words are quiet and his voice shakes, but it’s the last of his worries. His face hurts, he’s exhausted, and he feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” 

With that, Matt turns and walks down the street, grateful Christy isn’t too far away. The idea of staying near everyone for much longer makes him feel gross. By the time he’s letting himself into Severide and Kidd’s apartment; because of course he still has his key, it’s nearing ten o’clock and a bruise is blossoming on his jawbone. 

“Damn, he really got you good,” Stella says Matt shuffles in further, setting his leather duffel bag down. 

“It was an easy shot, could have avoided it,” he grumbles, sitting on the couch reflexively, as if he still lives there. 

A beat of silence. 

“So, can I talk about the elephant in the room?” Stella looks at him with that determined face she gets, so he nods as Severide comes and sits down too, a bowl of chips in hand. 

“When did you start taking lexapro?” 

The way she says it reminds Matt of a mom worrying over her kid, which isn’t all that terrible if he’s honest. 

“In October. It’s been a rough few months I guess,” he shrugs, staring at the wall behind his friends.

“That’s all we get?” 

“Tonight? Yeah. Maybe tomorrow I’ll say more but I’m tired and feel like shit and want to sleep.” 

“Fair enough dude. Go get some sleep. And take something for your jaw, or you’ll regret it.” 

“Yes dad.”

[cindol]

THE DOGGY HOUSE ! (՞ට ̫ ට;՞)

renji abarai x cinny

synopsis— renji deals with being in the doghouse by his girlfriend.

tw— fluff, suggestive,

a/n: this is a indulgent selfship post !! Do not read if selfship content is not your forte .

It was a wonderful night tonight at the abarai household. His friends were surrounded by him and everywhere having a grand time around his house just laughing and having a grand time all around, it was nice to just catch up with everyone and be together like a nice family. It would’ve been even nicer with just one thing missing, his girlfriend’s touch.

As he chatted with ichigo every few minutes he would look back into the kitchen view seeing how cinny would mix the batter for a cake she was baking then hand the spoon for Yachiru to lick once she was done and pat the girl’s head. Ichigo noticed his friends stare on her and snapped his fingers.”Jesus man! You’re eyes are on the woman like a hawk, you fuck up or something?” Renji made a deep sigh doing a shakey laugh.”I’m in the dog house.”

Ichigo hissed scratching his head and patting his friends back.”I wish you the best on that, can’t even tell ya how long it took me to get out of the dog house with orihime.” That made renji gulp, he didn’t know if he could last being in the dog house by cinny, he wasn’t as big and bad as he looked truthfully. He loved to cuddle with her, have her lay against his chest and any cheesy couple shit she pleased to do with him so even a day of this dog house was killing him inside.

He made a quiet whistle just looking at her prep the cake it made ichigo laugh at his needy friend.”if you behave maybe she’ll let you off the hook, poor puppy.” He joked making renji chop him on the back of the head.”tsk! Shut up.. I’ll get her to fold somehow. Just let me work my magic” Ichigo held the back of his neck just laughing with some tears in his eyes.

Waving him off renji entered the kitchen where you were now putting the cake into the oven. Cinny could feel his presence in the small kitchen. “Whatcha’ cookin’ there?” She shook her head smiling and turning her head.”you know what I’m cooking, saw ya staring at me from like across the damn room into here.” That made an embarrassing blush appear on his cheeks.”well why wouldn’t I stare at my beautiful future wife?” She rolled her eyes smiling at him.”future wife huh?” Turning her back she reached to take out some more ingredients in the cabinets.

Renji had a lazy smile on his face as he got behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.”yeah future wife, gonna put a nice ring on that finger of yours.” She rolled her eyes for a second time. Looking over her shoulder he saw her dumping ingredients into a bowl.”what ya cooking up now?”

“Brownies, you gonna stop touching on me and help your future wife out?” She teased. She had his little game figured out, renji was never the smart type. His eye twitched but nevertheless he grinned at her and stood next to her.”just start putting the ingredients in and mix for me, I think that’s a easy enough task for you yes?” She did that snarky smile he loved from her then went to check on the cake in the cake in the oven, 25 minutes left.

Renji was mixing the bowl a bit harsh making cinny shake her head coming over.”you’re doing it so harsh ren..cmon” she gripped his hand controlling it and making him mix more softer.”like..that.” Renji had a ‘oh !’ look on his silly face. It made her wanna giggle. Once she saw him stir to a nice mixture she bent down to get a pan and put it on the counter to pour the batter into the pan. Renji just scratched his head.”I swear, you know better about this stupid ass baking shit more than me.”

She snickered at that as she poured the brownie batter into the pan.”perhaps I’ll teach ya one of these days yeah?” He chuckled at that staring at her and licking some of the brownie batter on his finger. Walking over to oven she popped open the oven seeing that 25 minutes has passed. Putting on the white oven gloves she took the cake out putting it on the counter and popping the brownies into the oven and closing it shut then looking at Renji.”wanna help decorate this or what? Might help ya get out the doggy den.” She joked but renji took that serious, immediately saying a quick yes.

Once she got everything set up she stood in front of him with him behind her as she lead him to decorating the cake, making sure he was careful with every frosting detail. Every few moments he’d rub his head on her shoulder making her hum. Once they were both done she put it on a platter covering it up for the mean time. She had some frosting on her finger and licked it up.”gonna take way more than that to get out of the dog house baby.” She snorted and walked off out the kitchen making his eye twitch. Nevertheless, he’d continue trying all night if he had to.

When it came night time with everyone just chilling in the living, some laying on the floor and sharing a couch seat he plotted taking the last available seat on the couch. Cinny sighed standing in front of her boyfriend patting his lap.”don’t take no for a answer I see.” She switched her eyes looking at the ginger haired couple cuddling together and sharing two brownies on a plate, it was definitely ichigo who plotted this idea as he looked at her with a sheepish smile with brownie crumbs on his face.”you’ve known this since you met me baby, now cmon.. only seat available for this movie.” She just made another infamous eye roll that renji grew to always seeing on her face as she sat on his lap.”doesn’t mean you’re off the hook..” she just sounded like a broken record at this point, not even noticing how comfortable she was getting sitting and shuffling on his lap to get comfortable, eventually renji put his hand on the small of her back leading her head to rest on his chest.”

There were times throughout this movie the whole gang was watching where cinny would jump at the scenes with renji resulting in rubbing her back. It made her pout, he made it hard to even be mad at him but she just had to huff and lay against his chest.”still not forgivin’ you..” he just closed his eyes shaking his head and looking at Ichigo.

Eventually the whole gang had left leaving the two of them. With her snoring away on the couch he scooped her up into his arms. She was half awake now but could still tell it was him picking her up and taking her to their bed and laying her flat on the bed with him next to her. She was terrible at putting him in the dog house, maybe him watching their show without her wasn’t so bad.