#My cousin is fucked huh 😂

[simpingforthemm]

Hello angel face 🌷

I fell so head over heels in love with your writing ^-^

I was wondering if I could request a headcanon on dating Isaac from My life with the walter boys?

Sending you lots of love ♡

~ 🧸

dating isaac garcia headcanons

a/n: omg not you making me blush 🤭❤️ thank you so much ❤️❤️ and ofc! I really enjoyed writing this since Isaac is so asfjlskjk 😍 I hope you enjoy!

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summary: what it would be like to date isaac garcia

• as we all know, Isaac is a total ladies man and he has girls all over town crushing on him

• but he's not searching for anything serious with any of them

• if he were to really get into a relationship, his girlfriend would have to stand out

• he wouldn't want to date someone who blindly falls for him without really knowing him

• he wants that slow-burn enemies to lovers typa shit 😌

• me personally I think Isaac would go for an outsider girl who's kinda mysterious

• also probably someone who has a good sense of style and an interest in fashion

• he wants a girl who doesn't just simply agree with everything he says or does, he wants her to call him out on his bullshit, scold him if he's being an asshole etc!

• bc even tho he loves all the attention he gets from girls and he loves when they swoon over him, that stuff can get boring real quick and he just wants someone to be real with him!

• when you first meet, you don't think much of Isaac

• you are of the opinion that he's arrogant af and extremely entitled

• he's the popular guy and you're just chilling with your small friend group, away from all the high school drama

• it's only when you're paired as lab partners in chemistry and have to sit next to each other that you're forced to talk more (forced proximity y'all 😌😌)

• you bicker for a few weeks, exchanging snarky comments

you: "you really have no idea what the periodic table is? fucking stupid ass himbo"

Isaac: "oh so you're saying I'm good looking? can't even insult me properly huh?"

you: "oh stfu"

• it's only until both of you burst out laughing at some stupid video the teacher showed you in class

• and both of you are looking at each other like ????

• "I didn't know you had a good sense of humor too?"

• then both of you find yourself more often than not laughing at the same things

• you start making jokes to each other in classes, still bickering with each other but the bickering turning more into play fighting??

• also now you don't despise having to work together as lab partners anymore

• sometimes you also purposely sit next to each other in different classes just because it's more fun together

• yet both of you would never admit that

• lots of people from school are surprised about your new acquaintance with Isaac bc what is this popular guy doing with this outsider girl?

• but Isaac doesn't care about what other people think bc you're actually really chill and fun to be around

• one day, Isaac decides he's sick of conversing with his admirers and finds that your bickering with him is far more interesting and also more intellectually stimulating (yes 😂) than just having a bunch of girls stare at him with heart eyes swooning over him and just nodding at everything he's saying

• so at lunch he goes over to your friend group's table (actually just you and your two friend's table 😌) and asks if he can sit with you

• your two friends are like : 🤨🤨🤨him?

• but you're like: nah nah guys he's cool

• so you guys are just chilling together for lunch and he realizes what he's been missing out on!!

• he actually gets along with you and your friends so well bc y'all are also fashion mfs like him and not football ppl like his other friends lmao (tho he mostly hangs out with his cousins)

• after lunch he asks you if you want to hang out after school sometime and chill just the two of you, which surprises you but ofc you say yes

• on your first hangout you go to get matcha 🍵 and talk about art (I could imagine that also being one of Isaac's interests) and fashion, also like your fav brands and stuff and how both of you want to model/design/study fashion etc. in your future

• you also deep talk about his dad a lil and how Isaac mostly grew up at the Walter's house bc his dad is in the army

• your hangouts get more frequent and soon you realize it's more than friendship for both of you and that you actually are like in love with each other

• both of you used to always chat during class and laugh together which you still do but now it's just with a little bit of tension and awkwardness bc you're now crushing on each other

"hahaha...yeah that was um... really funny😅haha"

• and somehow Isaac can't flirt with you like he does with other girls bc with the other girls it was never genuine, he didn't really care about them but with you it's like...

• he really likes you and he doesn't wanna f it up

• I think he would get a lil more touchy tho as he realizes he likes u

• for example: you're out at the cinema watching an indie movie together and he puts an arm around you

• you're like: you've never done that before 🤨🤨🤨

• but then you have to hide your blush bc omg!! 😳 he just put his arm around you

• I feel like Isaac is a scaredy cat so he tells you he loves you over text 😭

• he doesn't even tell you he likes you first, bro just goes all out with the L word

• you've just woken up, it's like 6am on a Sunday and you see a text from Isaac from like an hour ago 💀💀

• "I think I'm in love with you lmao"

• and you immediately call him bc wtf???

• you ask him: "is this one of your jokes?" bc ain't no way are you gonna confess too only to be told it's a prank

• "no, no... it's true"

• "and you decided to tell me this over text?? literally wtf Isaac"

• then you're silent for a while and just say "I can't believe I'm about to say this on the phone but...I feel the same"

• then you meet up that same day and the second you meet you're literally laughing saying: "literally wtf Isaac"

• "sorry I, uh.. didn't know how else to say it..", he says awkwardly, looking away bc he's blushingg

• "well, it's fine because.. I love you too"

• Isaac literally perks up even though you've already said you feel the same, it's different hearing you say it in front of him

• then you guys have your first kiss which is literally life changing for Isaac because so far he's only ever kissed girls like for fun and not because he's fallen for them

• so this is a very new experience for Isaac

• you show up as a couple at school the next day and walk the hallways holding hands 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

• everybody is confused and asks Isaac: "really? her?"

• he answers: "yeah, why? she's cool af?? and I'm literally in love with her??!!"

• so let's talk about your relationship

• you both match fits often and are basically the most stylish couple at school

• you also go thrifting together!

• you guys have a very strong emotional bond and talk about anything and everything literally

• you're his rock and his best friend, he tells you everything

• and by that I mean literally everything

• he also tells you about every prank he plans / has done and he also tells you about the putting bleach in Jackie's shampoo bottle prank

• which you immediately scold him for bc why is he putting that poor girl through this when she's literally still adjusting to the new life in the Walter's house after having to leave her home because her parents died?

• at school you go to Jackie to apologize for Isaac's behavior and offer to help with her hair, which she gladly accepts

• this leads to you and Jackie becoming best friends and to her joining your little friend group with your 2 friends

• (you guys are a better influence on her than Skylar and Grace)

• you also get invited to Walter family events, for example Will's wedding or Thanksgiving

• you can be a bit shy so you always cling to Isaac and Jackie whenever you're there

• But Katherine makes you warm up quickly with her good-hearted nature and you find yourself feeling comfortable in the Walter's home pretty soon

• you get along with Lee pretty well and you just fit in perfectly with the whole bunch

• your parents also love him bc he's literally your prince charming 💕

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Sneaky Little Fishy

*Ghost was just talking with Soap and Scarlet for a bit* Ghost: So yes, you can say that about me and Jade- Tiala, out of nowhere: Lieutenant? Ghost: *flinched before looking at Tiala* Uh- Yes, First Sergeant? (Where the bloody hell did she COME from?) Tiala: Captain Price is asking for you. Ghost: Oh. Right. I’ll be there in a minute. Tiala: *nodded and walked away* Ghost: ......*saw Soap and Scarlet was snickering* What are you laughing about? Soap: Snrk- Um uh. Nothing, L.T. Scarlet: Yup. Nothing, sir. Just uh…got something in our throats. Ghost: ......right. *walked away* ~later~ Ghost: *was in a room to look over the briefing they discussed* Tiala, out of nowhere again: Ghost? Ghost: *almost dropped his papers* FUCK- Ghost: *groaned and rubbed his mask* YES, Shark? Tiala: Sorry, do you have the copy of the briefing that we did? Ghost: What? You don’t have one? Tiala: Gaz accidentally spilled his tea all over my papers. Ghost: *sigh before grabbing the extra one and give it to her* Here. Now go. Tiala: Thank you. *took it and walked out* Ghost: ……HOW did I not hear her walking in? ~another later~ Ghost: Like bloody hell. She came out of NOWHERE. I didn’t even sense her coming in! Jade: *smiled a little* Well then, I guess you’re not the ONLY Ghost here. Ghost: DON’T you start. 😒 Tiala, standing behind the two: Excuse me? *the two jolted and turned to look at Tiala* Tiala: Sorry. I just need to go through please. Jade: Right. Sorry, First Sergeant. *move aside* Ghost: *did the same and watched Tiala walked away* ………… Ghost: *looked at Jade and pointed where Tiala was walking* You SEE what I mean?! Jade: Huh? Well, I could see why they call her Shark. Ghost: What? Jade: Great White Sharks are quite good at being sneaky or doing an ambush. Soooooo. Yeah. Ghost: ……*groan* I need a drink… Jade: *giggles*

Arthur's Note: IRL. I always scared my sister and my cousin without them noticing. By accidents and mostly on purpose. 😂

Characters (Left -> Right)

Samantha "Scarlet" Wright -> @welldonekhushi

Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin -> @sleepyconfusedpotato

Tiala "Shark" Toa -> Me

[valiantstarlights]

[Loving You is Cherry Pie] How It Started

Featuring doting father Alpha!Hob (43) and his son, recently presented Omega!Dream (20).

Not me looking for something appropriate(?) to post on Father's Day and finding this in my notes. 👀

The title is from the song, "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga. While it could mean that loving someone sweet is as easy and enjoyable as eating cherry pie, knowing that Lady Gaga is allergic to cherries changes the meaning of the lyric drastically.

CWs: Aside from the dead-dove-ness of the premise, there's also toxic family dynamics (Dream's mother and her side of the family) and all the unfun stuff that goes with it, like verbal abuse, gaslighting, etc.

Important: This is (hopefully) going to be a series of non-linear oneshots. Maybe even a series of 'what if' oneshots. Who knows what I'll do? Certainly not me. 😂 Oh, and because this is an omegaverse fic, it's going to be on AO3 for public consumption. Anyway, Happy Father's Day, everybody! 😉

--

The Missus

"Talk to your son, Robert."

"And a very good morning to you as well, Nyx. May I ask what happened?"

"I merely requested, very reasonably, I might add, for him to call you 'Father' instead of his childish nickname for you, and he slammed the door in my face and called me a bitch."

"I see nothing wrong with Dream calling me 'Papa,' though?"

"You see nothing wrong with it. But everyone else is telling me how they think Dream is a spoiled, immature--"

"Everyone else, huh?"

"Yes! Look, I'm just concerned because the boy's birthday is coming up, and everyone on my side will be at the party, and--"

"Wait. A party? Nyx, you know Dream hates parties. And--"

"(scoff) That's your argument? 'Dream hates parties?' (laugh) And so what if he does? It's a family tradition--"

"Be reasonable. Dream is going to be presenting on his birthday, and he's overwhelmed enough with crowds. What more when--"

"Destiny is an introvert as well, and he did admirably at his presentation party. And besides, we both know Dream is just being dramatic, so you need to stop encouraging him. He's almost of age, Robert! He needs--"

"You're right. He's almost of age, and I think it's high time for you to start treating him like he's an adult who can make his own decisions. Have you even asked him what he wants to do on his birthday?"

"(scoff) Lock himself up in his dorm room and read his silly books, no doubt."

"So let him do that."

"Not a chance in hell. The party will be good for him. And besides, when was the last time he interacted with the right sort of people? Ever since he started at that no-name university you stupidly let him attend, he has been meeting all the wrong sorts! No wonder his attitude is becoming worse. He should spend more time with his cousins, especially the twins, who always ask when they'll see him next."

"Ha. Right."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you kidding? You know Desire and Despair are only asking when they'll see Dream next so they would know when they'd be able to bully him again."

"Bully-- How dare you! The twins are absolute angels!"

"Yeah. Because knocking Dream unconscious and locking him up in a closet in the attic for almost an entire day when he was nine years old is absolute angelic behavior. If I hadn't found him--"

"My god, when are you going to let that go? It's been…what, a decade? And the twins have already apologized. You were there. You saw that Dream has already forgiven them."

"Okay, one, the twins did not apologize. You made Dream apologize to them, and he only did so because you threatened to throw all his books out of the house."

"That is not--"

"No. You know what? I'm not going to argue about this with you anymore. Dream is going to decide what he wants to do for his birthday--"

"He is going to alpha the fuck up and go to his own presentation party that MY family is so graciously throwing for him--"

"--and you can decide whether or not you want to support his decision. Goodbye. (hangs up)"

--

Dream

"Hey, baby. How are you?"

"…Good."

"Everything okay? How'd you do on your paper? That was due this morning, right?"

"…I am not calling you 'Father,' Papa."

"(sigh) I never said you had to, baby. But you can see where you went wrong, yeah?"

"No."

"You called your mother a bitch."

"She is a bitch. And a hundred other worse things. She's lucky I stopped at bitch."

"Dream."

"Fine. I will apologize to her. For you."

"Good boy. And speaking of, your birthday is coming up."

"I already know what I want."

"If it's hardbound volumes of the complete works of Shakespeare--"

"(laugh) I know you hate him, Papa, so I won't torture you and make you buy things related to him for me."

"Well, that's a relief. Because I was just about to say that I was talking to your mother, and I told her that you're old enough to decide what you want to do for your birthday. So…you know, if you just want to have a pizza party with your closest friends at that gaming cafe you all go to--"

"Oh, Papa, really?"

"I know you hate the Endless's unnecessarily lavish parties, baby. So yeah, really. Consider it an additional birthday gift from me to you. If you want it, that is."

"I…Yes. I would love that. And you will be there as well, right?"

"It's your call, Dream. If you'd rather just celebrate with your friends, I could just pay the gaming cafe in advance and leave you young people--"

"No! I…I would love for you to be there. And you're not that old, Papa. But if you're busy on that day…"

"Me? Busy on my son's birthday? Never gonna happen. I would move heaven and earth and all my meetings so I can share with you all my hard-earned wisdom via dad jokes--"

"Papa--"

"--and now all your friends shall suffer the same fete!"

"Papa!"

"Get it? Fate and fete?"

"…"

"Regretting inviting me yet?"

"…Never. I was just--oh, Jessamy just arrived with our food. Hey, Jess."

"Take-out again?"

"This will be the first time this month. (muffled) Yes, it's Papa."

"Well, just be sure to limit eating take-out meals. I bought you all sorts of kitchen stuff for your dorm so you two could use it for cooking, not for decoration."

"Yes, Papa."

"Don't roll your eyes at me, baby."

"How did you--"

"Ah, hold on. (muffled) Yes, a moment, please. I have to go, baby. But enjoy your dinner and say hi to Jessamy for me."

"Yes, Papa. I'll send you a picture of our food in a bit so you may suffer for your fete joke while you're in your meeting."

"(laugh) Evil. I like it. Well, send away, baby. I'll talk to you later. Love you!"

"I love you too, Papa."

--

Jo

"Hypothetically speaking, if the house is in my name and Nyx barely resides here, can I charge her with trespassing and destruction of property?"

"Jesus Christ. What has the bitch done now?"

"(sighs) Just…we had an argument--"

"Surprise, surprise."

"--and after Dream told her he wouldn't be attending her family's presentation party for him, she has been…"

"A fucking psycho? As usual?"

"Basically."

"How's my cute nephew, anyway?"

"Thriving at university and making friends with equally brilliant people. He was home this weekend, telling me all the updates on his group's DND campaign when Nyx burst in and…well. You know."

"Yeah. And how many times have I told you to divorce her?"

"About as many times as when you pranked me when we were kids. But--"

"No. Dream is almost an adult, and he fucking hates her. There is literally no need for you to suffer her and her crazy family anymore."

"(sigh)"

"You know I'm right."

"You almost always are. So…what, do I need to lawyer up or something?"

"I mean, I already have a list of lawyers for you to choose from, if you're not fucking around anymore."

"(laugh) Hold on to that, then. I'll talk to Dream first and see what he thinks."

"What he-- Hobs, who the hell do you think gave me the list of lawyers?"

"Dream did?"

"…You know, sometimes I wonder if I actually did hit you too hard with that plastic shovel on the head when we were five and you lost all your brain cells that day."

"Alright, that's enough. I think I'm losing more brain cells just by talking to you."

"You can't lose more if you already have none, stupid. But yeah. Think about it. Divorcing Nyx, I mean."

"Been thinking about it more and more, to be honest. But keep that list ready, yeah? Just in case."

"Yep. Bye, Hobs. Tell Dream his favorite aunt says hello to her paleo mushroom bean."

"I still don't fucking understand why you call him that, and why he doesn't mind you calling him that, but yeah, sure. Bye, Jo."

--

Dream

"Happy birthday, baby! I'll see you in a bit. Just gotta get your super secret birthday gift from my super secret lair--"

"Take your time, Papa. And leave the dad jokes at home, please?"

"Mwahahahaha!"

"…That does not bode well."

--

Papa

Papa? (Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.) Papa, please pick up. I need you.

--

Dream

"Hey, Dream."

"Papa!"

"Dream, I--"

"I'm so sorry, Papa. I suspected, but I didn't really know for sure. I… Do you hate me now?"

"I just need some time to process this. But I'm okay. And no, I don't hate you. This is very much not your fault."

"But…you're not mad at me? I love you."

"…I love you too, baby. I'm just…I needed to breathe for a bit. Sorry for suddenly walking out. How did the rest of the party go?"

"(wet sniffle) It was okay. Matthew ate most of the cake, and I think Lucienne won the most games so she got the chicken dinner crown."

"What do you mean, 'I think?'"

"I wasn't really paying much attention to what was happening after you left. Sorry."

"Oh, baby."

"I just…(quiet sob) I missed my Papa."

"Fuck. I'm so sorry, Dream. I promise I'll make it up to you. We could…I don't know, rewatch your favorite series over an unlimited amount of pizza, or see a Shakespearean play at the Globe Theatre--"

"(wet laugh) But Papa, you hate Shakespeare."

"Yeah, but…I love you more. And I'm willing to put up with that bastard's--ah, hold on. Jo's calling."

"You should take Aunt Jo's call, Papa. I'll be okay."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Jessamy's here. We're rewatching Legally Blonde. Say hi, Jess."

"(muffled) Hi, Mr. G!"

"She says hi."

"Yeah, baby, I heard. So you're sure you're okay over there?"

"Yes, Papa."

"And you don't need anything else? Pizza? Blankets? My secret hot chocolate recipe?"

"No, Papa. All I needed was for you to call me."

"Oh, baby."

"I'm really sorry."

"Dream. You have nothing to be sorry for. And I'm not mad, nor do I hate you. I just…(sigh) It was…and still is, honestly, a bit of a shock. But I will always be your Papa, even if we're not blood-related. Okay?"

"Yes, Papa."

"Alright. I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay. …And Papa?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I still…(deep breath) Am I still welcome to go back home?"

"Of course, baby. You're welcome to come back home any time."

"And…And you promise you don't hate me?"

"I promise. I can never hate you."

"Okay. I love you, Papa."

"…I love you, too, baby."

--

Jo

"Shit. Sorry, Hobs. Jet just landed. Why the fuck were you calling me 27 thousand times? Are you okay? Is Dream okay? What's--"

"Dream isn't my biological son."

"I…What?"

"You heard me. I just found out when he presented as an omega and I reacted to his scent."

"You reacted-- Oh, fuck."

"I had to get the hell away from him as soon as I caught his scent. Calmed myself down a bit. A lot."

"Shit. You're compatible with him?"

"Yes."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Hobs."

"Fucking tell me about it."

"Have you talked to him yet?"

"Yeah. Just now, actually."

"How is he?"

"Worried that I hate him. Or if I'm mad at him. He wanted to know if he could still come home, Jo."

"Why the fuck would you be mad at him or hate him?"

"That's what I thought as well. Because right now? He is the last person on this earth who I will ever be mad at. But that's not what I was calling you about."

"Oh? Dream not being your bio son isn't the reason why you were calling me repeatedly like a fucking lunatic?"

"Yeah. I need you to give me that list of lawyers, Jo."

"Oh, hell yeah. Let's destroy this bitch."

--

The Missus Nyx Endless

We're over.

Excuse me? (Missed call.) Pick up the phone, Robert. (Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.) You're acting like a child. (Missed call.) (Missed call.)

Stop calling me. Can't you read? We're over. Done.

And do I get to know why you're so callously filing to annul our marriage a day after our son's birthday, when he didn't even have the decency to show up to his own presentation party?

Yeah, okay.

Well? Go on.

Imagine this, Nyx. Imagine my shock and mortification when Dream, MY son, presents as an omega, and I, his supposed biological father, react to his scent. You know, in hindsight, I can see why you so desperately want him to present as an alpha. Why, if Dream did the 'proper' thing for once and became the alpha you always wanted him to be, then I would never know of your infidelity. In fact, I seem to remember a couple of nurses remarking that Dream looks healthy for supposedly being born premature. But was he really? Or was he born right on schedule? I mean, did you even pay attention in your required Secondary Gender classes? Because an alpha reacting to an omega's scent means that they're not related by blood to them. So yeah. We're over.

(Missed call.) Look, can you just pick up your phone so we can talk like actual adults instead of you suddenly accusing me of infidelity, as if you're some faultless saint who has never lusted after loose omega whores?

Funny. I'll have my lawyers contact you.

(Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.)

Yeah, I'm still not gonna pick up and let you scream and gaslight me like you always do. I can fill in the blanks well enough by myself. All those work trips before our wedding? Not exactly rocket science. All I need from you right now is for you to sign the goddamn documents my lawyers are going to send.

And if I don't?

Gee, I don't know. I mean, it's not like my family owns an entire media company and has a lot of connections. Surely I wouldn't destroy you and your family's image, right? Because you've been such a good wife to me and a good mother to Dream, and you have never, not once, cheated on me with another alpha. Kronos, was it? What? Nothing to say? Fucking thought so.

--

Bean

"Aunt Jo?"

"Yeah, Bean?"

"Thank you for earlier."

"Nah. I should've fucking decked the cunt years ago. Glad I got to do it now. Seriously, don't mention it. It was my pleasure. How's your cheek?"

"Papa put an ice pack on it as soon as he could. Mother didn't draw blood, but Papa hasn't calmed down yet. He's calling even more people as we speak."

"Good. Keep that ice pack on your cheek. I'm coming over in a bit. Just gotta finish up here. You want anything?"

"Maybe vanilla ice cream for me and fish and chips from Cain and Abel's for Papa?"

"You got it."

--

CEO of Gadling Corporation Annuls Marriage to Estranged Wife

Robert Gadling, 43, annuls marriage to wife, Nyx Gadling (nee Endless) on grounds of infidelity prior to their marriage. (more on page 6.)

--

Lucienne

"Hey. I just heard the news. You okay?"

"Yes."

"Dream."

"I'm fine."

"But?"

"I don't like that I have to go by Dream Endless now. But I'm glad I don't have to see anyone from that side of the family anymore. I don't like that people whisper about me everywhere I go. But Papa doesn't hate me and I'm welcome to stay with him for as long as I want. It's a mixed bag, but I actually prefer this to how it was before."

"I mean, obviously. I met your mom once and all I could think of was hitting her with a chair. No offense."

"None taken. I wish you had. That would have definitely made last year's Halloween party more exciting."

"Alas. I was too worried about getting arrested in my Uhura costume. You were dressed as Morticia Addams, right?"

"I was. Mother was supposed to be Morticia, but she claims her costume shrank in the dryer and so foisted the costume on me. She went as the Bride of Frankenstein instead. Something about being the wife of a monster."

"Yikes. Thank god your dad had a late meeting and didn't arrive until after she had passed out from drinking most of the alcohol in the bar."

"...Mm-hmm."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Dream."

"It's nothing, Lucienne. I just remembered I have a paper due on Monday that I have yet to do, what with all the...drama."

"Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry for suddenly going off on a tangent. I really just wanted to see if you were okay."

"And I appreciate you calling to check up on me. Truly."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll leave you to the tender mercies of your academics then, Dream Gadling."

"Thank you. I much prefer that name over the one I have right now."

--

Papa

"Hello? Papa?"

"Hey, baby. Is everything alright? It's one in the morning."

"Yes. I'm safe in my dorm. I was just thinking…Can I still call you 'Papa?' Or do you want me to call you something else now?"

"'Papa' is fine, baby. I mean… (pause) Yeah, I think it would be strange if you suddenly called me 'Robert' or something."

"You don't have to sound so disgusted with your own name, Papa. I think 'Robert' is a perfectly lovely name."

"Aww, thank you, Dream. (paper rustling)"

"Are you still working, Papa?"

"Ha. I wish. No, baby, I'm looking through profiles right now."

"Of employees?"

"(sigh) Of omegas."

"Omegas."

"Yep."

"…"

"You there?"

"Why."

"What do you mean, 'why?' For marriage, of course."

"Marriage."

"(sigh) Yes, Dream. Marriage."

"You and Mother just got your marriage annulled barely a fortnight ago."

"Yeah, well, your Papa's not getting any younger, and the Board is breathing down my neck trying to get me to get married again."

"What do they care?"

"Well, baby, it turns out that I don't have an heir yet."

"What do you mean? Am I not your heir? Did you not raise me to run the company competently one day? I'm good at the job, Papa. You know I am."

"You are. And I said the exact same thing to the Board. But they still want me to have a biological child to inherit the company someday. You know. Far into the future."

"So you have to marry again. And have a biological child with your new omega spouse. Children."

"Look, Dream, it's not like I'm having the time of my life right now."

"And me? Am I…Am I expected to just step aside for this new family of yours?"

"Baby, no. You're still my heir. Even the Board acknowledges how brilliant you are. But--"

"But once I have outlived my usefulness, I will be replaced by someone who shares your blood."

"Dream--"

"I'm suddenly feeling drowsy, Papa. Good night. (hangs up)"

"Shit."

--

Dream

No one will ever be able to take your place, Dream. You are my son, no matter who your biological father is, and I will always love you. (Missed call.) (Missed call.) (Missed call.) Can you please at least let me know if you're safe? I'm getting worried.

I'm safe.

Okay. That's good, baby. Thank you for letting me know.

--

Jessamy (Dream's roommate)

Jessamy? Is Dream alright?

Hey, Mr. G! I mean, yeah? He's quieter than usual, but he's going to classes and eating and sleeping normally. Is everything okay?

Not sure, actually. Look, can you please keep an eye on him?

Yup, sure thing! Anything in particular you want me to look out for?

Just strange behavior, I suppose. The two of you have been roommates for a couple of years now, so in a way, you know better than I do what to look out for.

--

Eleanor

"I'm sorry. I don't know what has gotten into him."

"Hey, it's okay. It's totally understandable that he'd be very protective of you."

"It's just… I've never seen him act like that before. He's usually so well-mannered."

"Seriously, Robert, it's fine. Sure, he glared at me the entire night and interrogated me like I'm a criminal, but given what you both have been through, I get it. If I were in his shoes, I would totally do the same thing."

"I don't think you would 'accidentally' spill a glass of red wine over another person's clothes, though."

"Pssh, please. I have 'accidentally' spilled many an alcoholic drink when I was in uni as well. Granted, I spilled them mostly on handsy alphas."

"I'm really sorry."

"And I really don't mind. It's a dress, Robert. I can get it dry cleaned. If anything, Dream has provided me with the perfect excuse to go shopping."

"You don't have to be so understanding about this. He was a right little hellion tonight."

"Trust me, I've dealt with worse. Oh, hold on. (muffled) Oh, thank you, Chris. I just got home."

"Good. Great. I'll see you soon?"

"(laugh) I'll see you during our business lunch on Monday, Robert. And don't worry, it will take more than a glass of 'accidentally' spilled red wine on my dress to scare me off."

"(relieved sigh) Thanks, Eleanor."

"Ellie. You've dabbed enough napkins on my person to call me Eleanor."

"Ellie, then. Good night."

"Good night, Robert."

--

Dream

"Dream. Care to explain your behavior tonight?"

"Not really."

"Dream."

"Robert."

"…Okay, I'm going to give you time to calm down, but I still expect that explanation from you. And an apology to Eleanor."

"…"

"Dream."

"(hangs up)"

--

Jessamy (Dream's roommate)

Um, Mr. G? Dream came back yesterday at around 3AM, and he was really hungover this morning. Please don't tell him I told you.

Alright. Thank you, Jessamy.

--

Dream

"I said no, Corinthian."

"…Corinthian?"

"…Papa."

"Anything you need to tell me, baby?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"Right."

"…"

"Well, I just called to tell you I won't be home this weekend."

"Understood. I am to let no one in, and all exterior doors must be locked at all times. Should an intruder somehow get past security, I am to hide in the safe room first and call you and/or Aunt Jo second."

"(sigh) Dream…"

"Is there anything else?"

"I miss you."

"…"

"We've barely talked since I started meeting with potential omega partners, and when we do talk, I get the sense that you'd rather do anything else than talk to me. What do I have to do? I feel like I'm suddenly doing everything wrong where you're concerned."

"If I ask you to stop meeting with other omegas, would you do it?"

"Baby…I have to."

"Then there's nothing left to talk about."

"You know you're one of the most, if not THE most important person in my life. I want you to be a part of this decision too. Anyone I choose must also have your approval."

"And if I choose no one?"

"(sigh) Baby…"

"You say I'm important to you. But--"

"Hold on. (muffled) What? Now? Goddammit. (sigh) Listen, baby. I have to go. But I'll call you later, okay? Just before my plane leaves, as always. I hope you answer. I don't like leaving on a plane without talking to you beforehand. You're my good luck charm, you know?"

"Fine. What time shall I expect your call?"

"(muffled) Yes, it's Dream. Just one more second, Ellie. What was that, baby?"

"Nothing. I said I'll pick up when you call. Is that Eleanor?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. We're both attending the same international conference, so I invited her to just fly with me on the jet."

"...I see. I have to go to class now."

"Oh, of course. Sorry for keeping you. Have a good day at school, baby. Love you."

"(hangs up)"

--

Papa

Ppa help In eed you Ith urts

[snowblossomreads]

Day 19- A Helping Hand

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Lionel Shabandar x Fem!Reader, Lionel Shabandar & OC (Angie Huang), Background Sinclair Bryant x OC (Amiee Huang)

Summary: In where Lionel needs a helping hand after his previous curator's screw up. Continuation of Day 11 Out of Reach

Tag(s)/Warning(s): None!

A/N: We are backkkk! This part is kind of told from Lionel's POV but like in a third person kind of way LOL. It's mostly focused on him but reader is there to she's just in the bg for this one 😂. Anyways let's see how Lionel is going to fix the mess Earl made.

"Hello?"

'Who's that?'

'Lionel!'

'At 9 pm? Did someone kick the bucket?'

"Not yet. But if things continue as they are, my previous curator may find himself in a bit of a dilemma."

"Oh, Li don't say that like that, I'm sure it was an honest mistake! Worst time to make one but a mistake all the same."

"Well, he is free to find somewhere else to make idiotic mistakes as effective today he is no longer on my payroll," Lionel groused, still burning at the thought of Earl's major fuck up that was threatening to make him look like a fool. And no one made Lionel Shabandar look foolish. "Now may I speak to your soon-to-be fiancé about this business?"

The way Sinclair sputtered on the other end of the phone at him saying the F word out loud gave Lionel some satisfaction. No one else knew at that point, considering his cousin had come to him asking if it was possible to book a private showing at Monet's house in Giverny next year. The plan was for Sinclair to propose to Amiee there on the Japanese bridge in the spring, right when all the flowers were in bloom, and the temperature was perfect.

And being the kind cousin he was, who also happened to be a generous sponsor to the Monet foundation, well, those strings were not hard at all to pull. 

"Shhh! Why would you say that out loud? You better be glad she just went back into the bathroom," Sinclair hissed lowly at his cousin whose smirk was ear to ear at how flustered the other man was. "Just wait a minute let me put you on hold okay?"

"Yes, yes that's fine," Lionel responded before the opposite line went silent for a few moments. 

He waited as patiently as a man on a deadline could, tapping his foot as he tried to pay attention to some work. However, he ended up being distracted by his cat jumping on his lap, and looking for attention from him which Lionel gave. Petting the orange cat, with a lion's shave as its tail swished slowly as it relaxed in his owner's lap Lionel waited.

No more than five minutes could have passed before he heard a click on the other end, signaling he had been taken off hold, and then a warm feminine voice came through the line.

"Hiya Lionel!" Amiee answered, "Sorry about the wait, was getting some stuff sorted before bed. Clair said you needed to ask me something?"

"Yes actually, am I correct in thinking he already told you about my little debacle with my curator?"

"Oh yeah," there was a tone of sympathy in her voice as she spoke.  "We were at lunch today and he told me all about it, sorry to hear about that. Do you think everything's going to be fixed by gala time?"

"Well that is the hope and the reason I'm calling you."

"Huh?"

"Your sister, was she not doing a degree in fine arts at the Royal Academy?"

There was a pause on the line before she answered. 

"Mhmm, yeah actually. I think she's currently interning for Tate Modern to finish some stuff out for her dissertation. And I can feel you rolling your eyes." And he was. "But modern art is as important as any type of art."

"Even if you admit you don't understand it either?" He asked knowing they had had this conversation before.

"Yes, maybe."

A short huff of amusement left his lips, and the sound of her laughing came through the receiver. 

"Well, I'm assuming that with that degree she doesn't just have an education in modern art?"

"Course not, they have all sorts of courses, or they better have with how much it costs. I think her focus is on painting and design. You'd have to ask her about details though." 

"Excellent to hear, because the reason I’m calling,  is that I would like to see if she could help with this little dilemma that we are facing, and I needed her phone number. Sinclair wasn't keen on giving it out without your approval, which I think was silly, and said I needed to talk to you."

"Hahah! Did he really tell you that?" 

"We are talking at the moment are we not?"

"We are. Hold on Lionel one second."

And he did, his fingers still scratching the now-napping cat in his lap, as he heard the one side of her and Sinclair's background conversation.

'Did  you actually tell him you couldn't give him Angie's number without asking me? '

He didn't hear what Sinclair said but whatever it did had her giggling and what sounded like a kiss was exchanged.

'Love you.'

"Am I interrupting something?" Lionel asked.

"Aww, am I mithering you with kissing your cousin?" Amiee teased, her voice still holding a titter of laughter in it as she came back. 

"No, but I don't fancy hearing you snog him."

"Fair enough. But of course you can have her number! You actually already do."

"What?" 

"Angie lives in my flat! You have that number; just give it a ring and you should get her."

The urge to give his cousin a brotherly smack was strong and he couldn't stop the irritated huff that he let out.

"Also, Sinclair is laughing."

"Tell him, I'm very keen for him to meet my new security system when he comes to visit the estate next week."

"That doesn't make any sense but I'll let him know!"

The conversation continued for a few more minutes before he hung up, not before wishing them a good night though, and thanking Amiee once again for being more helpful than his cousin.  

Letting out a sigh, he checked the time to decide whether he would give the other woman a call, but he decided to wait, as the clock showed a quarter till 10. As anxious as he was to get this sorted, not that he would let anyone see that, he decided against calling right then. Better not to bother someone so late before asking for their assistance.

"Lionel?" [Y/n], his trusty assistant called out to him from her desk. His attention went from his work to her, as he watched her place her phone down on the desk to speak to him.  "There's an Angela Huang here to see you. I didn't see her in your diary today though…do you want me to tell her you're busy at the moment?" 

"No, it's fine it slipped my mind to let you know she was coming today, tell downstairs to let her up."

"Of course!"  

Doing as she was told, and telling the front reception to let the guest come up, he listened to her thank them before hanging up and posing a question to him.

"Also, who is she?"

"Hopefully the person that is going to help us clean Earl's mess up," he grumbled, still quite bitter at how all of this was turning out. "She might even become my new curator depending on how things go. Though, she comes highly recommended from people I know." 

Her sister and his cousin.

He watched as [Y/n] bit the inside of her cheek and tilted her head in a fashion that signaled that she was thinking, and the action was quite adorable to him. 

What was she thinking about? He wondered. He didn't have time to ask before her desk phone rang again, causing her to focus back on the present. With a fluid motion, she picked up and listened to the person on the other end before nodding and saying,

"Yes, let her in, he's waiting for her." Before hanging back up. 

That meant their guest was just outside. Pushing himself away from his desk, Lionel stretched his limbs, letting out a low groan as he released the tension in his muscles.   If he had looked towards [Y/n], he would have noticed her staring awfully hard at him, before turning her attention towards the foggy glass door at the sound of a light tap.

"Come in," he called, as he walked toward the middle of the room just as the door opened to reveal their guest.

An Asian woman with doe eyes, and dark hair, dressed casually in a turtle neck jumper with a leather jacket, paired with jeans and boots walked in with a grin plastered across her lips. 

"Lionel Shabandar!" She shouted with glee, as she approached him like a woman on a mission. And she was on a mission. "Who would have thought London's richest man would need a helping hand from a little old Manc girl?" 

"Richest man in the UK, love," he corrected with a smug smile on his face as he met her in the middle. They both stopped in front of each other as [Y/n] was in the back watching this all unfold with an intense interest. 

"Oh I'm so sorry, should I bow to you, Lord Shabandar?"  She snarked with ease.

"I wouldn't be against you doing that," he shot back without hesitation.

They both stood in front of each other and from [Y/n] position it was like they were sizing each other up. Yet within seconds, Angela was snickering while Lionel let out a deep chuckle as he went to kiss both her cheeks.

"Angie."

"Lionel."

They greeted each other warmly, and made the other woman who was watching the scene wonder if they actually knew each other, as you usually don't walk in to a meeting with such bravado. Especially , when meeting someone like Lionel. But he seemed more than happy to play along. An uncomfortable twist made its way into [Y/n] stomach, as she watched them talk comfortably for a moment before her eyes met Angie's.

The dark haired woman paused her conversation with Lionel and smiled at her before speaking.

"Hiya over there, and what's your name?"

"[Y/n][L/n], ma'am."

"Oh no, no ma'am stuff I'm not a part of the posh community like your boss is," Angie pointed out throwing up a glance to Lionel who narrowed his eyes playfully at her, "just Angie is fine! Lionel, you don't make her call you sir do you?" The woman asked, turning her attention back to Lionel.

"Of course not, we've always been on a first name basis haven't we not [Y/n]?"

"Yes, ever since I started working here actually," she responded truthfully. 

It wasn't the same for the other staff she worked with. They would call him sir or even Lord sometimes, but he had insisted she just call him Lionel. Saying something about how they were working so closely together, that it be best that she was comfortable being informal with him.

"Wow, that's so nice of you, not making people call you Lord Shabandar. I think Amiee's right, Sinclair might be rubbing off on you."

Lionel rolled his eyes at her statement before he turned on his business mode, they had little time and much to do. 

"Yes well, now that we've gotten through the pleasantries, I think we should have a seat and discuss in detail why I've asked you to come," he explained as he led the woman to a sofa on one side of the office. "[Y/n] could you please bring us the rest of the notes you have?"

"Of course!" The pep in her voice had Angie raising an eyebrow at the woman, and [Y/n] had to stop the bashful look that tried to paint itself on her face. 

Once she had come over and sat down in front of the pair, she and Lionel explained that Earl had gotten the theme and preferences of the gala all mixed up, and now, they were running up against a deadline and Lionel was not about to be made a fool of. The ask was simple. To fix it. The process though, not that simple. But he be a fool to let the previous man fix what he had messed up in the first place.

And that was how he wrangled his future sister-in-law to help them curate the gala collection with only a few weeks left. She clearly told him she had only some experience working with others when it came to curating and organizing, but she would do as much as she could to make sure that everything came together as he imagined in such a short time.  And if she was anything like her sister when it came to work, he had no doubt that her best was better than many others. 

For three weeks, the three of them worked overtime. And if it wasn't for Lionel's distaste for sleeping on anything other than a firm king-size mattress with premium sheets, they would be sleeping in the office. Which both Angie and [Y/n] agreed was a blessing in disguise, not having to sleep in the office that is. 

It was on one of those late nights, where Lionel was sitting behind his desk, Angie standing beside him as she pointed out the reason she was arranging things like she was, did he find his mind and eyes begin to wander.

The subject of his wander was his little assistant who was dozing off at her desk. Her head bobbed up and down as she tried to stay awake to look at her notes and finish up some things that he had thrown at her. With the gala stuff moving at a furious pace, he had no time to look at some of the things his staff had sent so he had been piling it all on her.

Add to that, and her also having to help with gala stuff, she was running on fumes. They all were but she was having a harder time not showing it and he could tell.

"If you're not going to pay attention to me, can you at least go and tell her to go home. She's gonna get a crick in her neck," Angie murmured, pausing her explanation seeing as she might as well be explaining herself to thin air since he wasn't listening.

"Mmm you're right, it is getting a bit late isn't it," Lionel acknowledged as he looked at the clock on his desk that read 12:45 am. It was already a new day how nice. "We still have work to do, but no use in making her stay."

"Yeah, lucky her for having a boss that likes her so much," she responded with a tiny smirk as she caught him looking over in [Y/n]'s direction once again, "while you do that I'm going to go to the toilet and get more coffee."

"Hmm alright, a little break between this shouldn't put us behind," he answered, looking down at the mock-up of where each art piece would be placed and how they corresponded with the theme. "We seem to almost be done it looks like actually."

"We? You mean me, right?" Angie corrected before she circled around the desk to leave the room for a short break. 

Leaving him and his assistant in the room, Lionel got up from his desk and walked over to [Y/n] who was moments away from truly falling asleep. It seemed the sound of his shoes clicking against the polished office floor, was enough to bring her back to attention, her eyes widening as he approached, and she began to move things around her desk as if she hadn't been falling asleep.

A smirk crossed his face as she pretended that nothing was wrong, and he couldn't help the amusement that he felt bubble up in his chest.

"[Y/n] that's enough for tonight, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow for a meeting with the investors at nine."

She frowned at his words, not very keen on leaving until they were done with their work for both work reasons, and well personal ones that were kind of selfish, but he didn't need to know. "But I thought you both were still working on the art organization? I'll wait until you're both done, god knows I have stuff I need to finish filing away." 

"We are, but I don't see the need to keep you here when you've already done enough for the day. Go home, get some rest. Your filing will still be here tomorrow."

"No, Lionel it's fine I'll stay it's not a -," she began to protest that she was fine to work, but that was quickly put on hold when she let out the largest yawn that seemed to go on for a few minutes too long.  When she was done, she couldn't the heat that made it’s way to her cheeks as Lionel looked at her with a raised eyebrow that practically said, 'I told you so.'

"You were saying?" 

Biting her bottom lip, she avoided his gaze, looking at the mess of work on her desk, yet her brain was too tired to even focus on it. Maybe he was right…

"Okay okay I guess I should call it a night," she sighed, resigned that she really needed to get some rest even if she wanted to stay. "I'm really sorry Lionel I'll make it up to you." 

"Make it up to me? Darling please," he sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze. She so wanted to melt into his touch, warm and firm but she held back, keeping her eyes on him as he spoke. "You've already made it up to me by running about putting out fires with the departments while I try to get a handle on this gala. I believe I'm the one who should be making it up to you after this."

"Well, it's my job to make sure everything you do ends  in success, even if it's just me running around and telling everyone what you need from them," she replied truthfully.

He smiled, a warm genuine smile, and it made her stomach flip. His smile was so nice, especially when it reached his eyes that while also seemingly tired were still very beautiful.

"Yes and you can't do your job if you're moments from falling asleep in a pile of papers, so please go home, I'll be here in the morning and so will your work."

Mulling over his words, and just feeling how her eyes burned and her limbs ached, she finally relented.

"Okay okay you're right," she answered, "I'm no use if I'm drooling all over the papers."

Or drooling over him really.

"Exactly, get some rest [Y/n]."

"Yes sir," she answered with some cheek that had Lionel smirking.

Taking some time to gather her stuff, she finished by clicking off her desk lamp and saying good night to Lionel who had been gazing out the window and looking at the quiet London streets. He wished her goodnight and watched her make her way to the door, only to be stopped by Angie who was coming in. A cup of coffee was in her hand as they chatted briefly before they said good night to each other, and Angie then made her way towards him as he sat back behind his desk and she took her seat in front of him.

"You know, I'm pretty sure [Y/n] likes you," the woman spoke as she took a sip of her coffee, and looked at the spread of photos on his desk. 

"I'm sure she does, her salary is almost triple the average of some of the executive assistants in London. I'd like me to."

He watched her roll her eyes at his statement before she sat the coffee cup down, her arms crossed against her chest and a barely audible sigh leaving her. "Are you daft or something? Would it be clearer if I said she fancies you?"

"No need to be so up in arms Angie," he teased, causing her to narrow her eyes in annoyance at him. It only made him let out a muted chuckle as she leaned back in her chair. "I understand what you meant the first time, don't worry. Now, that begs the question of why do you think that?"

"Oh please don't act like you don't notice it, I noticed it the minute I walked in. She stares at you when she thinks you don't notice and is terrible at hiding it too."

"Yes I have noticed."

"See! Also, she really doesn't have to be here this late to help us, considering we're almost to the end but she did. All to make sure we probably weren't snogging or something."

"Well, if you are interested in doing that we can." 

"Thanks but no thanks. You're not my type, and I'm not yours either"

"Really? And how would you know that" He drawled, doing his best to give her the most smoldering look even if it was just to tease her. "I find that most women fall prey to the Shabandar charm easily, care to test that theory out?"

He was met with her staring blankly at him, and for a moment, he was slightly put off which was very usual. "Yeah no thanks. Again that doesn't get me off, and you know what I've just noticed, you look waaaay too much like Sinclair. Sure you two aren't twins or something?"

"Our mum's are."

"Ah that makes sense, so genetically brothers?"

"Have you been hanging out regularly with him because that is something he would say." 

"Well he is trying to marr-." 

She stopped short of finishing her sentence, eyes going wide as if she knew she was almost about to spill a secret, which she was. Thankfully though it was a shared one.

"I thought I was the only one who knew. Don't worry he came to me for help about a proposal venue."

"Oh thank god, okay. Phew," she sighed in relief, wiping an imaginary bead of sweat off her forehead. "Almost mucked that up didn't I."

"Almost."

"Anyways this isn't about them this is about you, and [Y/n]. She fancies you Lionel and so do you. Most bosses aren't as nice to their assistant and they sure aren't as touchy feely either." 

"Most aren't because they probably find themselves on the wrong side of a lawsuit," he pointed out.

"Exactly, but she's not suing you anytime soon, you should ask her out after this. Oh!" A thought popped into Angie's head and she clapped her hands at how brilliant it was. "Bring her to Amiee's 30th it's right after the gala. She can meet her future in-laws."

"Ah yes, Sinclair did ask if I was coming, I told him I wasn't sure yet with everything going on."

"Well now you are."

Lionel paused and looked at her strangely.

"Have you always been like this?"

"Like what?" She asked, sipping her coffee as her eyes continued to roam over the photos on his desk and back to him.

"Straightforward, crass, outspoken."

"I know you want to say lower class and I'm proud of you for not. So yes, mostly. Amiee and me joke that even if she's older, I somehow got all the audacity."

"I can tell."

"Great! Now that we got that settled," she announced clapping her hands together. "I think it's about time we put these pieces together because I don't think this coffee is going to keep me awake too much longer," Angie pointed out as she stood up to get a better view of everything as Lionel just shook his head in amusement.

Hmm, he may have just found his new personal curator, and wing woman too at this point in his helping hand. 

[dreamwritesimagines]

I just had a nap and dreamed this so bear with me. A HC where there's a meeting going on so Bucky is at her house (in my head, Bucky, Steve's territory are the closest to her father's so they tend to stick together and meetings take place at his house because her father is the oldest of the three) and she needs Ian to think she's only hooking up with Bucky, like he suspects she's plotting with him to take him down and she's a petty bitch that's just like 'how dare you be right about me' so she takes Bucky into her room and immediately starts making out with him and he is into it, of course, but also totally confused.

"Shit- Hi."

"Yeah, hey. Get on the bed and take off your shirt."

"Okay," his shirt already halfway past his head. "Wait a minute, what's happening?"

"I'll explain later," she climbs into his lap, ignoring his choked noise and threading her fingers in his hair. "I just need you to cooperate on this one, okay?"

"You can do whatever you want-" he stops when she bites his lip and rolls her hips against his. "Is this- fuck, baby. Does this mean you're saying yes?"

"Yes to what?," she looks at the door she very deliberately left open. Maybe if she unbuttons his pants her idiot cousin might show up faster, it always was the case based on the stories Becca told her about walking in on her brother and some girl.

"Huh? Yes to my proposal-"

Then Ian walks by and sees them.

OMG OMG OMG-😱❤️

HONEEEEY!😍😍😍

This is absolutely genius and amazing and aaaaaaa I love it so so much! 😍 I can literally see this scene and it needs to happen in the story and I'm so gonna fangirl over you, just-

So first of all, definitely yes! I feel like Charm's father's territory is very close to theirs as well, that's also how they were in each other's house all the time while growing up 😁 And also, making Ian think she's only hooking up with Bucky makes so much sense! ❤️ They need to make their plans subtle 😏

"Okay," his shirt already halfway past his head. "Wait a minute, what's happening?" ASDFGHJKL I can almost hear this 😂 The blood was not going to his upstairs head, that's for sure 😏

"I'll explain later," Charm honey he's going to think you're going off to your honeymoon after this! 😂

"You can do whatever you want-" HELP, THIS LINE IS SO 😍

"Yes to what?," The fact that they both have completely different things in mind about what's happening, I can't stop giggling 😂

"Huh? Yes to my proposal-" Bucky still has one braincell left during all that and it's all about their marriage 😁

Darling I just- this is so amaziiiiing! ❤️ You're so so talented, I will reread this so many times! 😍

Lollll oh once Ian sees them, he would definitely go like,

"Ugh, get a room!"

"We are in a room!"

"Maybe bother closing the door then-"

"Go away!"

"Barnes, you're expected downstairs for the meeting-"

"Ian, if you don't leave right now, I will fucking shoot you. I don't care what it does to the truce."

And then Ian would leave and Charm would get off, then fix her dress and while Bucky is still in a haze, she'd be like;

"That was great, thanks a lot. You can leave now."

"Wha-?"

"You have a meeting, you heard him."

"I don't care about the meeting, what just happened?"

"I had a plan and you helped me out."

"We can uh- you know, we can continue with the plan-"

"No need, I'll see you later."

[olenvasynyt]

The van bros (and their parents) have been invited to their second cousin once removed's wedding.

Who:

tries to cancel last minute citing an "illness" when in fact they just wanted to stay home and not be bothered by people for once;

sleeps with the maid of honour (she's married);

somehow winds up running the liquor booth and is pouring everyone doubles;

forced to participate in the conga line (has fun but will never admit it);

is on the dance floor 95% of the evening;

is horribly sick after drinking one to many shots from the vanbro bartender;

does the Irish Goodbye

drunkly decides its time to air their family grievances via the unmanned microphone;

tackles the brother airing the family dirty laundry;

sits back the entire evening enjoying the chaos;

back at the hotel - is forced to sleep in the bathtub because not enough rooms were booked.

Obsessed with the specifics of second cousin once removed and honestly because I am close to my second cousin once removed 😂

Raivis tries to say that he can't go but Lady of Autumn finds out and yells at him and guilts him into going ("you and cousin Aho were close friends when you were younger! This is an important wedding!!)

Galeti sleeps with the maid of honor ofc. And he ran the liquor booth and that's how he met her lmao. Gave her a dirty martini and made a dirty joke and they ended up in the back 30 minutes later. Lucien's friends say Lucien should run the liquor bar but Lucien shrugs it off and jokes that he would just drink everything himself.

Omg I'm not sure who would do the conga line but I'm picturing Raivis doing it and it's so funny 😂

Galeti and Lucien are on the dancefloor for most of the evening (Galeti when he's not fucking and serving drinks that is lmao) Eris wants to dance but he only dances with certain people to make an impression. I feel like he is mostly sitting back and watching everything.

Elmar is horrible sick after going to the bar but not because he drank too much. Galeti put something in his drink lmao.

Honestly the Irish goodbye should be called the Vanserra goodbye because I feel like they all kind of do it in their own different ways. Idk if you have seen The Office but Jim is a master at leaving parties early and he says the technique is to make an impression: take pictures, have a good converstaion, etc. Aatos is the Jim of the Vanserras lmao. He is nice and impressionable and he is clever enough to sneak away early. Raivis also does the Vanserra goodbye but he just gets up and leaves and everyone notices and feels a wave of relief 😂😭

LMAOOOOO I feel like Jora or Elmar would drunkenly air his family grievances in an unnmaned microphone. I feel like Jora is the cry-screamer and Elmar just got in a drunk argument with a cousin and wants to get out his frustrations. Eris is shutting down either situation: he laughs and pulls away the microphone from crying Jora and goes something like "haha weddings get everyone so emotional, huh? Congratulations to the bride and groom! (proceeds to distract everyone with a clever speech)"

With drunk Elmar, he is just tackling him. He would probably have to wrestle the microphone away and you just hear amplified grunting and swearing.

Lucien is forced to sleep in the bathtub because "he's the youngest". 😂

WHO IS SENDING ME THESE LMAO REVEAL YOURSELF

I love how I am writing all of these cute AUs for my Vanserra bros but I literally have less than 3 chapters with them, and Aatos has barely been introduced 😂. I worked on a few good chapters though! Raivis and Eris training while Beron and Ensel watches them, and Lucien and Galeti and Ensel in Summmerrrrrrrr. Spoilers but not really

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

Read this first 👉🏻 🩵

A/N : I changed the lyrics from “Is that Ight” so it can fit my story!!!!!!

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yourusername Celebrating my husbands new album. Prepare to be sick of me because this will be the only thing I’ll be listening to all year long.

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neelamthadhani 🙌🏼🥳

jackharlow I love you 😘

jackharlow All the cards stacked against her, but she learning how to deal 🤞🏼

jackandynaremyparents 🥺🥺🥺

urbanwyatt 🎥 by me 😏

yourusername Always 🙌🏼 thank you Urb.

yourbestiename Bitch you look hot!!!!!! Wish I was there!!!!! But congratulations to your hubby, love the album, he did amazing.

yourusername Miss youuu, & thank you babe, I’ll let him know 😘

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jackharlow And I’m cumming in my girl like I’m sterile.

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yourusername 🙈 🙈 🤭🤭🤭 Baby Harlow number 2 loading…..

urbanwyatt huh?

claybornharlow WAIT WHAT????

cozane UNCLE TWO TIMES!!!!

urbanwyatt No way this is how we’re finding out that y/n is pregnant. There’s no way!!!

neelamthadhani She was drinking tonight idiots, so obviously not pregnant.

yourusername 😭😭😭😭 They’re a little slow, but that’s okay.

jackharlow 🤦🏼‍♂️

user Not the security looking at y/n like that 🤣

yourusername Not at me lol, my cousin was behind us acting a fool 😂 but we love her.

nemoachida You two clean up nice 🥶

yourcousinname Thank you for inviting me tonight. Had a blast. Jack, this album is everything and more!!!!!

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yourusername “10 children and 1 wife, That’s how I wanna live my life, is that Ight?” Well you better because I’m not letting you leave anytime soon, or ever!!!!!! 1 down 9 to go I guess 🤭🤭🤭😏😏😏😏

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jackharlow 😂😂😂😂 I knew you were going to call me out on this one!!!!

yourusername 👀 You know me too well.

claybornharlow 10 Harlow kids? Damn I’m not ready to be uncle to ten kids!!!!!!!

jackharlow You’ll have time to get used to it.

druski Mia is a menace enough, imagine 9 more of her????

jackharlow My little girl is nothing but nice, so I don’t know what you’re talking about.

neelamthadhani I knew that line was for you 🙌🏼

yourusername I mean for who else would it be for?????? 🤔

jackharlow 🫣🫣🫣🫣

nemoachida 💀💀💀💀💀

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yourusername JACKMAN OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!! I feel like everyday you amaze me, your craft and how you handle everything around you amazes me. We listened to the album in our bed, just us two. The world couldn’t prepare me for the wave of emotions that would come crushing down on me. Baby, you deserve every bit of of happiness, success and praise. After we listened to it, I asked you if it was okay for me to listen to it on my own. I can’t say what I feel right now, all I know is that I promise you to hold you extra tight, to love you the way you deserve to be loved. If I haven’t said it enough, I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! I knew it, I knew the world wasn’t ready for Jackman, because quite frankly, I don’t think I was either! I LOVE YOUUUUU 🩵🩵🩵🩵

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jackharlow I fucking love you so much. Always thankful for having you in my life. The nonstop support and love from you, doesn’t go unnoticed. Without a doubt, the love of my life, my soulmate.

yourusername 🥺🥺🥺 Stop making me cry.

druski Seriously stop already, seeing her cry at the release party last night was enough. I had to order a box of tissues for her ass.

yourusername Leave me alone. But also thanks for the tissues 🤧

yourbestiename Me when??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

urbanwyatt 👀

neelamthadhani Your guys love story is my favorite.

yourusername Mine too 😊💜

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[foreverrandomwritings]

Season 2 Episode 3: Hold the Line.

THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE BETWEEN BOTH SHOWS!! BUCK, HEN, EDDIE IM SCREAMING, IM CRYING, IM THROWING UP!

Buck being asleep and drooling on the window. 10/10

Buck then staring at Marjan, because he recognizes her not because he’s a creep. Hen and Eddie telling him to stop. TK telling Marjan he’s staring and her looking at him.

Hen:Buck, seriously. Don’t make me report you to HR🙄

Buck is so jealous of Eddie and Hen😂😂😂

Buck: THATS FIREFOX OMG.😱

Hen and Eddie:🤨🤨

Eddie and Judd bonding over being from Texas🤗🥰

Eddie: Oh no a female Buck👁️👄👁️

Mateo: LA huh?

Buck: Yes

Mateo: I have a cousin Marvin there, we look alike maybe you know him.

Buck: LA is big don’t know him. (But Athena does lol, I love the way they explained this though. Also really want an episode where Marvin and Buck cross paths.)

Buck, TK and Mateo all bullshitting.

Buck: My dick is bigger than yours.

TK: No mine is bigger than yours.

Mateo: I’m just happy to be here.

Eddie follows Marjan.

Mark and two feet away: Really dude? Oh a kid.

Eddie: Doing the whole single dad thing.

Uhm I’m sorry, Buck is Christopher’s other dad so go fuck yourself.

Judd when any animal that isn’t a bull is involved:😬😬

Paul: Keep him talking.

Judd punches said kid in the face. 😵‍💫🥊

Mateo bringing superhero’s into like any conversation he can is adorable and I love him.

Random guy: No one else is risking their lives tonight.

Buck, Eddie, TK, Marjan, Judd, Paul and Mateo: LOL.

Owen hallucinating: 😳

Hen: 🤨

Buck: My captain is not my dad but he is. Let’s go steal a fire truck.

TK: Absofuckinglutely 🫡

Hen: Captain Strand, I think you’re kinda crazy.

Owen: Yes.

TK: We shouldn’t both get fired for this.

Buck: Well my friend is there too and I’m pretty sure she’d do the same for me.

Buck: pauses and contemplates.

Buck: No she totally would???

Buck: I cannot bring back my fire engine all fucked. My dad not dad would kill me.

Buck and TK thinking they are gonna be on their own.

Marjan, Mateo, Judd, Paul and Eddie: You two dumbasses we’re going with you.

Judd and Eddie: GO TEXAS

Eddie: Hey Marjan let’s get a pic together to make Buck jealous. Also please follow Buck on insta.

Mateo: Please look out for my cousin Marvin.

Buck: Lol I will.

Buck unaware of his LGBTQ status: We should grab dinner if you are ever in LA.

TK with his gaydar on: Just so you know I have a boyfriend.

Buck: Wtf do you mean?😅

Hen: What happens in the mineshaft stays in the mineshaft.

Owen: 🫡

[hidden-poet]

HEY BESTIEEEE 🩷 I CAN’T BELIEVE FOR ONCE I AM THIS EARLY 😂

CHAPTER 8 - LETS GOOOO

Of course he doesn’t trust her now 😂 our girl keeps trying to run away!

Coryo being worried about Edmund taking her away is so cute 🥹

I love how she tries to soften him with affection 🩷 he’s so baby boy 😭

Awe I love Tigris! She’s literally the sweetest and so blind to her cousins depraved nature 😂

“You’ll be home soon.” , “We’ll be home soon” - okay daddy 🙄

You lean down and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your face against his neck. - GOD HIS NECK PROBABLY SMELLS SO FUCKING GOOD 😫

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DID HE JUST REFER TO HER AS HIS WIFE? 😳

District women weren’t wives. They were barely considered human. - I mean… he clearly has a thing for District women so 😂

I love it when he tends to her with the cold wet rag 😭

At least he was nice enough to make sure she was clean and comfortable before he cuffed her to the bed 😂

“Just in case, Edmund comes back.” - My insecure boy 🥹

“I left you one hand so you can read. I don’t have to.” - Okay chill daddy chill 🙇‍♀️ I mean I rather you cuff me to the bed for other things 😈

“You’ve had a big day. Try and rest. I’ll be home soon.” - 😑😑😑

Girly should be daydreaming of BLONDE haired babies 😂 HER AND CORYOS BABIES, NOT EDMUNDS (even tho I love Edmund lol)

I love how he’s sorry about waking her and I’m like bro… you literally cuffed her to the bed, who tf can sleep through that? 😂

“I was thinking I hope we have a boy first. Then two girls, then another boy.” - WOAH LETS JUST CHILL FOR A SEC PLEASE 😂 It would be my dying wish to get knocked by you but please take it easy daddy… let’s not rush this and just focus on the one 😂 one at a time boo… one at a time 😭

“What else should I have called you? We sleep together, eat together, wake together. We look after each other. The only thing missing is an official title but as soon as we get back to the Capitol, we’ll fix that.” - Yeah... all by force 😂 And baby boy, please don’t forget about the not fucking eachother yet part too…

God my anxiety was so up during the key sequence like my god when he suddenly came up behind her and caught her by the hair 😳

Girl… a hangover cure? Really? He’s not an idiot 😂 Then again, I would probably say anything too in that moment of fear so… and of course he’s gonna cuff you the bed again lmfao

“If I had listened to you, I would have left the door opened. You spoiled, deceiving, little bitch.” - DAMN DADDY 😳 call me a spoiled, deceiving, little bitch again 😈

Oh shit he’s really mad today! The silent treatment. He didn’t even HOLD her hand as they walked out together 😳

I love how he asks her what her dads hangover cure is and he just slams all the cupboards saying it’s all there 😂

Bro just took all the bacon for himself and threw the rest out and slid over the empty plate… like damn that was so cold 😂

“He’s probably hiding with your mother in what’s left of the forest. Don’t worry. We’ll find him and bring your mother home.” - 😳*nervous laughter* we love a good threat right?! 😳

The ‘good’ comment from the both of them had me on the floor 😂

When she begs him not to throw the boy in jail and he gives her a warning look 😬 well he’s officially back to hitting her again hard to the floor… but now in public… wow he’s really really pissed off isn’t he? 😂 The men not doing anything and backing away from her because they’re so scared of Coryo 😑 He just hits her, then harshly takes her arm and pulls her back in one quick motion 😂 crazy boy 😈

“You embarrassed me. Vongurt already thinks I can’t control my Peacekeepers, now he thinks I can’t control my women as well.” - YOUR WOMEN? 😈

“Look at me when I am talking to you.” - yes, daddy sir 🫡

“Ravinstill is expected to die shortly. This behavior of yours cannot be brought back to the Capitol.” - And what are you gonna do about it? Huh? 😈

“You think a Peacekeeper would get the same punishment as a District? No. You would have been hanged. Yet another reason to be loyal to me. I’ve saved you.” - NAH… NOW THIS MOTHERFUCKER 😑but… gladly 😫

Her begging him and crying to not be mad at her so he’ll be in a good mood for her grand escape plan is the cutest 😂

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This girl is so smart with the washing machine plan 👏

Aweee he’s so excited to finally talk to Grandma’am and Tigris and introduce his girl to them… my heart 🥹🩷

Love how he pulls her down so she sits on his lap as he’s talking to his family 😫

And I love how sassy Grandma’am is 😂 and especially calling her ‘girl’

“You must be grateful he is sending you back to the Capitol. Don’t ruin it like the last one.” - I’m assuming this is about Lucy Gray 😂

He tugs you back down causing you to fall into him. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Tigris almost cringe. - Does she know about her cousin's depraved nature? 👀

You know. Since she attempted to run away from him a few times now… you would think he wouldn’t even let her go do the laundry alone, especially for five minutes. Baby boy was so stupid here 😭

You smile at him as you pull away. It was too easy, You had won. - Yeah! Too easy 😂 omg I feel so bad that she just left him 😭 he was so excited too… and I keep forgetting that this our captor but I don’t care 🫠

Her reuniting with her mom had me emotional 🥹 that was so beautiful 🩷

You were home. You were safe. - Yeah… sure… 😂

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Awe the way he tries to convince himself that she didn’t leave him and she just felt sick and went back to the apartment to sleep it off 🥹

Okay let’s be real here. He is obviously going to find her (which I hope to god he does because she belongs to him 😈 like how my pussy soul belongs to him 🫠) 

He will not stop until he finds her and once he does… good luck girly. Good luck to you, good luck to your mom, your brother, Edmund, Edmund’s family… and anyone else up in the mountains… Like I am so terrified for all of them rn because it’s not going to end well. This was definitely her last straw, no sweet talking is going to work on him this time…

Something tells me the next chapter is going to be a little time skip… WE SHALL SEE!

Bestieeee this chapter was so anxiety inducing and I LOVED EVERY BIT OF IT 🩷 I am so freakin’ excited to see what happens in chapter 9 because it’s gonna be CRAZY I just know it!

BESTIE LOOK AT YOU GO!

so glad you liked this chapter 😭😭 thank you for taking the time out to write this!

I love when you call the reader “our girl” because it’s so true! She’s our girl!

I’ll see you in the next chapter, bestie ❤️

[ajstudio]

Abridgecard finds Cocaine Bear.

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Alucard is getting the hang of the changes in society after rematerializing back into existence. While paying a visit to the Goodwill store Abridged Alucard finds a unique little gem.

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Abridgecard: Why are we here? There's a Michael's on the other side of this place.

Persephone: They are closed due to inventory. While it breaks my heart that one of my favorite stores is closed I would be passing up an opportunity to repurpose some old goodwill rags into some real gems. There's nothing better than getting some good fabric for a steal!

Abridgecard: What about Hobby Lobby? Don't they sell fabrics? Or did they stop while I was gone?

Persephone: Oh, no. They still sell fabrics. I'm just checking here first before I go there since I know I'll be there longer.

Abridgecard: Ah!

Persephone: My cousin's art teacher found this expensive blouse for $5. I found some workout pants from Glein Clein for $6 a pair when they'd be worth $50 if I bought them online. And when I am not looking for clothes to wear I find clothes made of good material I can use to make purses, shirts, and pants. I even made my prom dress out of clothes from the Goodwill store in my area.

Abridgecard: *reacts to some of the items at the store as he makes his way to the section with the VHS, DVDs, Blu-rays, and videogame *Can-can girl teapot, Pig Cleaning Lady Cookie Jar, The Muppets plush dolls, Pacman arcade game, pictures, Sophia (Golden Girls) Bust Bank, a hippo Bhuda statue doing yoga, grinning mugs, and a duck wearing a pope hat*

Abridgecard: Oh, Vampire Knight. Of course, they would be in a Goodwill store because no one wants to keep those books any more than their Twilight novels. OH, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT! It's Twilight! Let's see. We have one. Two. Three copies of Twilight. Four Eclipses. Two Breaking Dawns. And one New Moon. Any me novels? Hey, it's the untitled goose game for the Switch. *Turns around to find a Pacman arcade game* Oh, that's so cool- Aw, it's not working!

Old Lady: The Pacman Game? I wanted it for my laundry mat to entertain my customers but the people that work here say it's not working.

Abridgecard: Wait! Wait! Wait a minute! Why donate it if it's not working?

Old Lady: Decoration, maybe? Someone might want it for their man cave. Or gamer cave. I don't know what gamers call their gaming room these days.

Abridgecard: Huh? What's this? *looks at the case and reads the title* Cocaine Bear? *snickers* Are you fucking real!? Is it about a bear doing drugs? *reads the back* 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Oh, fuck! This shit sounds hilarious! Oh, shit! I left my wallet at home! *spots Persephone at the checkout counter*

Goodwill Employee: Would you like to make a donation to St. Jude's Children's Hospital?

Persephone: Yes, please.

Goodwill Employee: Oh, you have three DVDs. Is there another one you'd like? It's buy three get one free.

Abridgecard: *slaps the DVD on the counter* I will have this one!

Persephone: 🤭😂😂🤭 (He timed that perfectly.)

Abridgecard: Please do this for me. I left my wallet at home.

Persephone: What did you pick? *looks at the cover* Oh, my goodness!

Abridgecard: *bends over to whisper in her ear* We are watching this tonight.

Persephone: Did you check to see if the disc is *opens the case* Oh! The disc is inside case.

Abridgecard: Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?

Persephone: Sometimes people will donate the case without double-checking if the disc is inside. I learned this the hard way with a Celine Dion album that was missing the CD.

Goodwill Employer: That happens a lot here.

Persephone: Or the case might have the wrong item inside. I bought a copy of a game my friend lost only to find out last minute the case contained a completely different disc inside.

Abridgecard: What was the game?

Persephone: I wanted to get Warriors Orochi for the PS2 for my cousin. But the case contained a Dora game for the Wii.

Abridgecard and Goodwill Employer: Ooooooo!

Goodwill Employer: It wasn't even for the right console!

Abridgecard: You know what. I think some kid might swapped the game out of the case with his sister's and taken off with it.

Goodwill Employer: Oh, that's probably what happened.

Abridgecard: Also, why don't you just double-check the cases before putting them on the shelves?

Goodwill Employer: I don't know, but I guess I could make a habit of it starting now. I'll check once someone takes over my shift.

Abridgecard : Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you just take all the mismatched games and movies, hand them out on April Fools Day, and tell everyone there're mystery boxes?

Persephone: Or you could just sell the cases themselves and sell the games and DVDs separately? But what you could put them in if they don't have a case?

Old Lady: Would you hurry it up? I've been waiting here for fifteen minutes already!

Persephone: Oh, I'm sorry! I'll be done right this instant. *hands over Cocaine Bear to the Goodwill Man* I'll be taking this.

Abridgecard: I also want this. *sets down the pope duck*

Persephone: Oh, it's cute! Did you name him yet? *hands the duck to the cashier and then realizes Alucard could've just warped back home to get his wallet*

As Alucard and Persephone leave the checkout counter, Alucard notices an old woman handing the cashier a DVD called The Diary of an Angry Black Woman with an old black African woman on the cover.

Abridgecard: The Diary of an Angry Black Woman? I wonder who passed off the old lady.

Persephone: Oh, did you see another movie you wanted to watch?

Abridgecard: Nah! Just looking at the stuff the old laundry mat lady bought.

Persephone: You know, I've seen that movie, the sequels, and the plays.

Abridgecard: Really?

Persephone: Oh, yes. My friends and I used to watch them. The first two movies were a big part of our teenage years. They were hilarious, but the scriptwriter Tyler Perry, who also plays Madea the old black woman on the cover, isn't afraid to tackle the touchy issues that an older generation would just try to swipe under the rug.

Abridgecard: Oh!

Persephone: To best describe Madea in a way you would understand, Alucard, if I had to pick a spirit animal for you Madea would be the perfect choice.

Abridgecard: Oh, now I need to see this movie! *pulls out Cocaine Bear* Right after we watch this!

Persephone: Well, the good thing is I already own most of the DVDs. My favorites are Boo 1 & 2, the Christmas Specials, and Madea Goes to Jail.

Abridgecard: Well, I guess it was bound to happen.

Persephone: I just want to give you a heads-up about the Madea movies. Despite what the trailers and covers may imply, the movies also focus on a family member of Madea's or someone she'll meet later on and the challenges they face. Madea can be a bit of a troublemaker and probably should have been locked up a long time ago. But just like a good family elder, she offers guidance when they need it. She's kinda like you.

Abridgecard: Are you saying I should be in jail?

Persephone: I wasn't trying to imply that. But realistically, the inmates wouldn't be safe with you. You would probably be put in solitary confinement.

Abridgecard: That's not nice.

Persephone: I'd come visit you.

Abridgecard: But would you break me out?

Persephone: No.

Abridgecard: Ow!

Persephone: But I could afford it I'd bail you out and I'd visit you until I could.

Abridgecard: And with that, you're forgiven.

Persephone and Alucard spent two hours indulging in their leisure activities. Persephone spent her time examining fabrics and restocking her art supplies, while Alucard followed her around with two garden gnomes. They then had a double movie night where they watched Cocaine Bear and Madea Goes to Jail. While watching the movies, Alucard was reminded of his past experiences of hijacking lifting cranes while performing his crazy antics.

[satanstruemistress]

Thoughts I had while Royal Rampage was on (instead of spamming the tag):

A client asked me if Claudio is Goldberg. I was like madam. How dare you.

Orange’s face at Brody is valid

Matt Menard is the loudest human being in existence and I love him.

DAMN RIGHT RODDY’S ONE OF THE GREATS TONY. SAY IT AGAIN AND SAY IT LOUDER

Oh hi Kip, long time no see.

Brandon go away please 💀 Oh, okay cool 😂

Nick Wayne reminds me of my cousin Ethan and idk what it is

Awe bye Matty Magic. (I’m not calling him daddy anything)

KYLE MY BELOVED

Delighted that Matt just sits back down at the desk. Oh he’s remaining shirtless

TAVEN MY BELOVED

Lethal has zero reason for his ass to be that size. Love that for him

BYE TWINK.

Lucha, just eat Christian. Please.

I love watching the AEW crew on the outside on the floor. Always like “fuck, you don’t see me here”

Lio do be rushin’, Jesus.

I thought Brody was gonna yeet Darby over the top rope back into the ring

Mortos’s skull knee pads are sick

I swear if OC also injured himself irl I’m gonna irl fight someone

Bye Roddy :( It’s okay bitches still love you (it’s me. I’m bitches)

HANGMAAAAAAAAN. Looks extra good recently 😍

Brian Cage is more puppy dog cute than he should be

*yeets Darby 100 miles*

Huh…well

I’m just completely indifferent on Darby Allin lol

[lady-of-imladris]

🌻 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your mentions, anonymous or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog 🌻

OH GOD today you guys are really testing me with knowing things about myself huh 😂😂 <3

1. I bought new annotation supplies for my book, but I am still looking for better options

2. I'm making a crochet turtle memory for my cousin's kid, 0.5/20 turtles done

3. I fucking love raccoons

[bitchlessdino]

helloooo... how are youuuu?? hope you're well!! I feel like it's been a minute since I sent smtg here.

I'll give you little TMI on my day today coz I think it's worth sharing ahahaha. My cousin's acquaintance (not his friend) proposed to me today and ofc I rejected coz he's just not my type (not visually but personality wise). But wait, it gets anmoying. He mentioned smtg bout us having a connection when we were chatting. So I proceed to tell him that he mistook my friendliness as flirting. And he was like no you always laugh at my jokes and I was like yes when someone tells a joke you either laugh coz its funny or coz you want to be nice.. Atp he started going a little overboard saying that I'm being really rude and mind you I was still communicating patiently with him and his friends that were there started telling him to stop talking that way coz I was getting angry. In my mind, I was like okayy you want rude, I'll give you rude and dead on just said smtg like "First of all, you proposed to me and I have the right to reject that and you should not forced me to be in a relationship with you. Especially when you're being so pushy. Also do you wanna tell me how you got my number in the first place?" I kid you not the this guy got mad coz I talked to him that way saying that I was childish. CHILDISH??? His friends just dragged him away and they apologized to me later on his behalf saying they dk why he reacted that way. I just thanked them for dragging him away from me and said I have no ill feelings towards them. As for him, I want nothing to do with him. What a day huh😪😂😂

How was your day thouu??

Babe omggg. I’m so sorry that is awful and I hope he rots??? Thank god his friends were around but fuck that sounds not only frustrating but scary. Fr I hope gets a clue and leaves you the fuck alone bc you are valid in every way possible. Laughing at jokes is in no way indicating reciprocation. Some cases they have been but you said No. it should’ve stopped at that. I’m glad that you stood up for yourself I’m so proud of you. What an eventful day.

On my end, my day has barely started but I’m gonna go grocery shopping w my person 💗 hoping the rest of day starts off just as great. Thank you for sharing your day w me. I hope the remainder of your day is way better than that.

[never-not-ever]

I should NOT have dyed my hair 😞. It’s not even the color I’m worried about. I think the color will be fine but my hair is falling out so badly again and I know coloring it makes that worse and when I was rinsing out the dye I think I lost another 20-30 strands I’m not even exaggerating… ughh it better be a good color cause that will be the LAST time for a while!

I don’t know what is happening with us 😅. Ughhhh so it started as hugging. She has a long day at work or is stressed about her dad being sick and asks for a hug and it feels good. God it feels so good to just hug her and hold her. Then there was two separate instances of a quick kiss in the past week… Yesterday I dropped her at work and as she went to leave the car she almost turned to kiss me goodbye but stopped and we both laughed and she said how that was weirdly awkward 😂😂

This morning she gave me a hug goodbye as I was sleeping and she said “we really messed everything up huh?” And I swear she was emotional as she said it. I was sleeping so it was hard to tell.

Ugh. Ugh. Ughhhhhhhhhh. I know she told her family like siblings and parents. I didn’t know she reached out and told cousins she/we were close to. She told me that the other day. And I think telling more than just her siblings makes it awkward if we were to do the unthinkable. We keep saying “what are we doing” and laughing as we say it. Like I honestly don’t know what we’re doing. What the fuck are we doing.

My therapist is going to be pissed though. She’s not a big fan of my ex. She is very validating that we’ve been together a long time, there’s a lot of emotions and feeling and yes we care about each other but our relationship was also toxic as fuck and we are both to blame but obviously my therapist is going to harp on her faults and I know at times it’s been considered passively abusive…,

At least my body image and eating is better 🙃. And really that was a much bigger issue lately than my relationship. Whatever. I should probably get my diary card done now before we go out later. Last week I ended up sending it out after midnight. Whoops.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Ok wooo, this was marvelous 😍

The tiara sent me off the rails, I laughed so much, you genius 😂😂😂

The banter and teasing between them is so good, I felt like I was digging my teeth into the most delicious meal 🤤

And jealousy uuuh I will never get tired of him being possessive and claiming his girl and that dance OMG 🥵

The smut was so damn hot as per usual, your smut is always top notch and the little twist about his cousin in the same room? So good heheheh 🤭

even the pool table made me feel things😏

I also haven’t the slightest doubt that a golden bracelet would look good on his wrist and huh let it shine while he fucks me hard, why not? I’m here for that 😏

Beautiful beautiful beautiful work 🙌🏻

El Cumpleañero | Javier Peña x F!Reader | ~8.3k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: It's Javier's birthday, so you show up to his party and things get fun.

Tags: friends with benefits dynamic, jealous!javi (can't help myself), flirting, dancing, javi is a little ooc here but idgaf i need him (in my head he's a bit younger in this au), some untranslated spanish, smut, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), back shots for days, a lil bit of exhibitionism on javi's part, creampie, one use of a degrading term (slut), some dirty talk, pussy pronouns, facial, no use of y/n, reader is afab and able-bodied, little to no physical descriptions of reader, any typos/grammar mistakes are of my own doing and i apologize in advance, if i missed any other tags pls let me know okay, thanks!

A/N: hiiii everyone! this is my humble submission to @yxtkiwiyxt's never have i ever challenge with my prompt being never have i ever woken someone else because i was too loud during sex 🙈 kiwi bb tysm for hosting such a lovely writing challenge for us, i hope you enjoy this smutty fic! oh, and i am dedicating this one to @letsmeetintheafterglow, amorcito, you left such me a juicy request in my inbox for javi that i just had to write! so, i merged it with the challenge prompt 🖤 hope you dream of him tambien ☁️ also, i couldn't help but project my fantasy of wanting to dance to corrido/banda music with javier. i feel like he's actually a pretty good dancer! swinging ya around to the beat of the song with his hand at your lower back and a modelo in the other. ugh. the song la niña fresa basically inspired the nickname javi calls reader 🍓 and just sets the vibes, i think. as always, let me know that you think and thank you for reading 🖤

The backyard is buzzing with the chatter and laughter of what feels like half the town, the smoky scent of barbecue wafting through the air and the twang of a corrido blasting from oversized speakers, making the ground shake.

You walk through the fenced yard, the southern breeze grazing your skin as familiar faces nod or wave in passing. Your eyes scan the crowd, skimming past clusters of people dancing and conversing, all of them gathered to celebrate someone who swore he didn’t want a fuss.

Of course his family didn’t listen. They turned his “keep it small” request into a blowout, like they always do, inviting anyone and everyone. Not that he could stay mad—he never really does.

When you spot the man of the hour, the corner of your lips lift instinctively and your feet seem to move on their own accord, pulling you toward him.

He’s by the bonfire, the glow of the flames painting his chiseled features in shades of gold and shadow. He stands with his hip jutting out, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, sharing it lazily with two girls you barely recognize.

They hang on to his every little move, trying to soak up whatever attention he might spare. It’s a scene you’ve witnessed too many times, and you really can’t blame them.

You’ve been in their shoes (still are, truth be told), waiting for even a flicker of his focus to land on you, and you know all too well where that desperation led.

To his bed, on his tongue, his cock—you shiver at the memory, your nipples pulling taut.

He’s the kind of man who doesn’t have to try to make hearts ache; it’s just who he is.

A walking daydream wrapped in leather and indifference, with that devil-may-care grin that promises trouble and delivers every time.

You roll your eyes and huff sassily, detouring toward one of the coolers instead. You grab a drink, making polite small talk with a couple of acquaintances, though you can’t keep your gaze from wandering back to him.

He’s already looking at you.

It stops you mid-sentence the way his brown eyes are fixed on you, heavy with intention.

The cigarette is at his lips, the faint glow of its cherry pulses when he sucks in then lets out a ribbon of smoke. 

He makes it look so damn hot, it’s almost enough to persuade you into picking up the bad habit.

The curly haired beauty next to him is chattering a mile a minute, but it’s clear he isn’t listening.

His focus remains locked on you, sweeping slowly—mischievously—down the length of your body. You can feel it, as sure as a touch, lingering at the deep neckline of your sweater then on the way your jeans hug your curves. It’s shameless, but that’s him, isn’t it?

Your smile tilts into a puckish smirk. Lifting your hand, you wiggle your fingers in a small wave.

It’s like striking a match. His gaze narrows slightly as if he’s trying to decide his next move.

He hands off the cigarette with a casual flick of his wrist and shifts his focus back to the girl beside him. She’s still rambling, her words tumbling over each other in an eager attempt to hold his attention.

He doesn’t bother pretending to care. Instead, he lets out an indulgent chuckle, shaking his head like whatever nonsense just came out of her mouth is equal parts adorable and absurd.

You almost feel bad for her. It’s hard not to fall for that sleazy charm—especially when it’s attached to a man so fucking handsome.

When she swivels to chat with her friend, his eyes immediately find yours again. A cocky expression paints his countenance, one that practically asks: What the hell are you doing all the way over there?

You entertain the idea of making him wait, savoring the power in holding his attention hostage for just a moment longer. But who are you kidding? The magnetic pull he has over you is impossible to resist. It always is.

The small box tucked snugly in the back pocket of your jeans presses against you as you weave through the crowd, sidestepping a few overly tipsy guests and slipping past the fold-out tables scattered across the lawn. 

“Hey,” you say, sliding yourself effortlessly between the two girls, not caring about interrupting their conversation. Immediately, their sharp side-eyes practically stab you with twin daggers of irritation.

You don’t flinch. You’re not here for them, anyway.

You only care about the pair of deep brown eyes that make you feel like you’re the only person in the world when he looks at you. “Happy Birthday, Javier.”

A flicker of what looks like smugness and amusement crosses his face as he licks his lips, taking another measured drag.

He’s dressed in a variant of his signature look—a white button-up with a few buttons let loose to show off his neck and the top of his chest, despite the brisk autumn air, and a worn brown leather jacket accentuating his broad shoulders.

However, it’s the ridiculous tiara perched atop his head that catches your eye, and the sight makes you frown ever so slightly when you notice the matching glittery ones on his groupies, like it’s some inside joke you’re not a part of.

For some inexplicable reason—it rubs you the wrong way. You can’t believe you’re slightly jealous of it. How stupid.

“Thank you, fresita.” 

Ugh, that infuriating nickname. You’d been charmed by it at first, assuming it was something sweet and impish. It wasn’t until Chucho let it slip that it’s also used to describe a woman that’s spoiled and picky that you realized it wasn’t just affectionate; it was also dig at your finer tastes.

And so what if you are a little high maintenance?

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a reaction, even though he loves coaxing it out of you. Instead, you tilt your head slightly, letting a soft undercurrent of flirtation lace your voice as you ask, “Mind if I pull you aside? I’d like to give you your gift.”

His interest is evident in the way his brow raises and the girls bristle slightly, their expressions shifting to thinly veiled jealousy once they realize he’s no longer focused on them. You captured him the moment he saw you amidst the crowd.

“We were just finishin’ up,” Javi says casually, dropping the cigarette and crushing it beneath his boot. He flicks a glance at the two disappointed faces, his smirk widening. “Con permiso, chicas. Thanks for the smoke.”

As he steps away from them, you feel a little triumphant thrill surge in your chest. They look deflated, their pouty expressions almost comical as they watch him leave with you, muttering goodbyes under their breaths.

The curly haired woman stares you down, and you try not to let the smug victory of whisking him away be too obvious… though you can’t help but smile condescendingly before fully turning away. 

“Some fan club you’ve got,” you tease once the two of you are finally alone, near the entrance of the sun room that’s a part of the house.

He smirks, leaning against the siding and tilting his head, once more eyeing you down like you’re the finest thing he’s ever seen. “You jealous?” 

You scoff, shaking your head in mock disbelief. “Absolutely not.” It’s a little white lie, since you had felt a twinge of that pesky envy, but you don’t want him to know that. He’d either give you shit for it, or on the more extreme end, rethink this arrangement he currently has with you.

And you’d rather not lose it. Not right now, at least. You’re having too much fun letting Javier fuck your brains out on a consistent basis. 

Slowly, you close the space between you, your fingers darting up to flick the tacky tiara perched on his head. “Cute.”

Before you can step back, his hands are on you—big and warm as they grip your waist and pull you flush against his chest.

The force of it has you sighing out in satisfaction. There’s something wholly fucking addictive about the way he handles you.

His hands know exactly where to place themselves, his fingers applying the perfect amount of pressure to set the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

“No need to be, baby. You know you’re my favorite.” If your friends knew you were hooking up with the town slut, they’d definitely stage an intervention before you could finish your next sentence. Laying out all the reasons why letting Javier Peña into your bed was a one-way ticket to heartbreak city.

They’d call it desperation. They’d call it lowering your standards.

But what they don’t know is that standards start to feel awfully overrated when Javier has you pinned to a mattress, whispering filthy promises in your ear as his hands map every inch of your body. They don’t know what it’s like to have his full attention—his lips trailing worshipful kisses down your skin, his gravelly voice murmuring sweet nothings in Spanish that you don’t fully understand from how he slurs them together but feel all the same.

Being around him is electric, intoxicating, a high you’re not quite ready to give up.

So no, your friends don’t know. And as long as you can keep this thing between you and Javier your little secret, they never will.

“You gonna let me unwrap my gift or what?” His hand slides lower to cup your right cheek with shameless familiarity, giving it a frisky spank that makes you giggle.

This man and his obsession with your ass—it’s borderline ridiculous, and yet, you’re absolutely here for it.

“Later, maybe,” you reply with faux coyness, your finger dragging along his mustache then over to his pouty lips. He purses them, placing a kiss to the tip of your finger, “if you’re not too busy.”

His hold on your backside tightens, voice morphing into something more sultry, raspier, which is your absolute weakness. It makes your thighs rub together. “You know I always make time for you.”

You laugh softly at that. More often than not, you’re the one initiating while he only reaches out when it suits him. It’s not ideal at times, but you don’t get hung up on it.

You’re not about to ruin this by asking more of someone who doesn’t have it in him.

You reach back and pull the small box from your pocket. “Here’s your real gift,” you say, holding it out to him. Your voice softens, but there’s still a playful inflection. “Hope you like it.”

Curiosity fills those dark eyes as he takes the box, eyeing the tacky birthday wrapping paper with a soft smile. The sight of that grin on his face has your eyes morphing into hearts.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know,” you reply with a shrug. “But I saw it at the thrift store and just knew it had to go to you.”

You angle yourself to press a light kiss to the tip of his chin, your lips brushing against the stubble before you nip at it gently with your teeth. “Open it.”

His nimble fingers pull apart the crinkled folds of the wrapping paper to reveal the small box inside. When he opens it, you see his immediate delight, and your heart does a traitorous little flip.

The golden chain bracelet glints under the string lights strung along the roof’s edge, somehow making it look nicer out here than how it had been displayed at the store.

“Damn, this is nice,” he says, genuinely appreciative. The praise sends a faint thrill up your spine, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch him lift the bracelet out of the box to inspect it.

You’ve imagined how good the gold would look while his wrist is flexing as he grips your thighs, holding you open for him. Or when he’s feeling you up, rough and greedy, fingers digging into your soft hips as he takes your pussy how he wants.

“Put it on,” he holds his wrist and the bracelet out toward you. His tone carries that easy confidence, like he already knows you’ll obey without question.

Which you do, obviously. You carefully clasp it around his wrist, your fingers brushing his skin as you secure it, and that little brush feels like you’ve just snorted a line of adrenaline with how amped up your body gets.

“Looks good on you,” you admire your handiwork, though the truth is; he’d make anything look good. Even a paper crown. Or, you know, a tacky tiara.

“Gracias, fresita,” he replies smoothly, that familiar nickname rolling off his tongue.

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”

“Nah.”

Before you can come up with a witty retort, he pulls you against him again, One hand at your lower back, the other tucked into the back pocket of your jeans. His lips capture yours in a kiss that’s eager and completely unapologetic.

“Easy there, birthday boy—”

“Can’t help it,” he cuts you off, his voice rough against your lips. “Been waiting for you to show up all night.”

You can’t help but chase after that tasty mouth of his, your tongue licking against his, teeth biting into his lower lip and the slight tickle of his mustache makes you shiver. Then his hips grind against your thigh, his erection prominent which in turn has heat flaring all over your body. 

“Let’s go inside,” he breaks away, tugging you toward the small steps leading into the sunroom.

You weren’t expecting to fuck him so early on in the night but you’re not about to complain about it. Every fiber of your body yearns for this man—but specifically your cunt. She’s obsessed.

The room looks like it’s in the middle of a renovation—a man cave in progress.

One wall boasts an unfinished bar, complete with half-empty bottles and shot glasses scattered across the surface. A brand-new pool table sits in the center of the room, its felt pristine, untouched by drunken games or spilled drinks. 

At the far end, a set of leather couches and a recliner face the large television set and entertainment center.

The double doors to the house are shut tight, leaving the room dim and private, save for the warmness of the string lights spilling in through the windows.

You’re caught up taking it all in when Javier sneaks up behind you, pressing hot, greedy kisses against your neck as his hands roam your body.

There’s nothing tentative about his touch—he cups your tits with both hands, squeezing them over your sweater as a deep groan rumbles in his throat. His need for you is palpable, a force that makes your knees weak even as he maneuvers you toward the pool table.

“Here, Javi?” you pant when he sucks at your weak spot under your jaw. “Let’s just go up to your room—”

“No,” he growls, spinning you around to face him, his dark eyes alight with lust. “Want you right here on this table.”

Before you can argue, his lips are on yours again. You let yourself melt into it, your hands reaching up to pluck the ridiculous tiara off his head and tossing it aside with a flick of your wrist.

His hair is soft under your fingers as you card through it, tugging lightly just to feel the way his body reacts, the way his kisses deepen in response.

When his tongue slides into your mouth, you surprise even yourself by wrapping your lips around it, sucking gently. You’re greedy and he loves it.

Javier’s grunt prompts your thighs to clench instinctively around him. His jacket hits the floor as he shrugs it off, lips trailing down your neck. You kick off your boots, his hands lifting you with ease to place you on the sturdy pool table.

Your sweater is gone before you know it. He’s in the middle of working on the button of your jeans, his fingers deft and impatient, when your eyes land on something that makes you freeze.

Or better yet, someone. There’s a figure slumped in one of the recliners at the far end of the room.

Your breath hitches, your body tensing. “Javi, stop.” Your words falter into a moan as his lips find your collarbone, sucking on your skin.

“What’s wrong?” he murmurs, barely pausing as he tugs your pants down your hips. Despite yourself, you lift slightly to help him, even as you frantically nudge your head toward the recliner.

“There’s someone here,” you whisper.

He stops, his head snapping up to follow your gaze. His expression shifts into a frustrated scowl when he sees the figure sprawled in the chair. “Goddamnit,” he mutters, reluctantly pulling away from you and heading over to investigate.

You watch as he approaches, his boots heavy on the hardwood. It’s his cousin Danny, completely passed out, his head lolling to the side and his mouth hanging open. Javier whistles sharply, snapping his fingers in front of his face. Nothing. He gives his shoulder a firm nudge once, twice—still nothing.

“Out cold,” Javier says, his tone both annoyed and amused as he turns back to you. “Took down almost a whole bottle of tequila earlier. He’s not gonna bother us.”

You hesitate, your eyes darting to the unconscious form. The idea of hooking up with someone uninvited in the room feels... complicated… exhilarating, maybe? You’ve never done it before.

But your reluctance evaporates the moment Javier closes the distance between you again, his hands sliding your jeans clean off, leaving you in nothing but your mismatched bra and panties.

He drinks you in, and the rest of the party—including the slumped figure in the corner—melts away under the weight of his attention.

No words are needed, not when he roughly tugs the cups of your bra down, letting your breasts spill free, nor when he dips his head, his stubble grazing your skin as his warm mouth captures one of your nipples.

Your breath catches, back arching your breasts into his warm, wet mouth. His tongue lazily circles and flicks over the hardened bud. Then he sucks harder, pulling a drawn-out moan from you before switching to the other side.

You bite your lip, determined to stifle the sighs of pleasure threatening to break. His knocked out cousin in the corner keeps you cautious, even as your body aches to let go.

Javier notices. Always does. He pulls away with a pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his pouty lips to your nipple. “Nu-uh,” he chides. “Don’t hold back.”

“I’m not trying to wake him up,” you counter, though your voice wavers from how good his mouth felt.

“You won’t,” he replies, almost dismissively, giving you a peck on the lips before he drops to his knees before you. He starts at your calves, leaving slow, deliberate kisses that send sparks dancing along your skin.

The faint scrape of his facial hair adds to the wonderful torment as his mouth works its way up, switching from leg to leg.

When he reaches the inside of your right knee, he kisses it almost sweetly, before dragging his tongue slowly in a hot stripe up to your inner thigh. You can’t stop the small shiver that ripples through you, your hands gripping the edge of the pool table for balance.

Javier finally reaches your pussy and you shudder as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your clothed clit. The heat of his breath and the firm pressure of his lips through the cotton of your panties makes your back arch.

He hooks a finger into the fabric and pulls it to the side, diving in immediately. His tongue parts your folds, curling and slithering against your pearly clit before moving lower.

“Fuck,” you sigh, your hips bucking involuntarily, pressing yourself harder against his mouth.

He groans, enjoying how reactive you are, his fingers digging into the soft meat of your thighs while he holds you firmly in place. His mouth works with a singular focus, his tongue swirling and dipping into your entrance, then sliding back up to flick over your clit.

The feeling of his stupid mustache makes it that much better, scratching at your cunt lusciously. 

You can’t help it now—a soft, keening moan slips out of you, echoing faintly in the dimly lit room. Your head lolls around on your shoulders as pleasure coils at the pit of your stomach, the tension winding tighter with each stroke of his tongue.

“That’s it,” he practically purrs. “Let me hear you.”

His lips seal around your clit, sucking gently, and you swear it feels like you’ve been possessed—holding back is impossible. Another moan escapes you, louder this time, your thighs shaking in his grip as he devours you.

Javi pushes you over the edge so effortlessly that a cry of his name spits out of your throat before you can stop it, cutting through the room.

You're grateful this area of the house is directed away from the backyard, where the party celebrating him outside continues on, oblivious of his absence as he indulges in you.

Your orgasm settles like a heavy current, fingers nearly going numb from holding on to the pool table for dear life.

You’re still disoriented and flustered when Javier stands, looming over you, cupping the back of your head and bringing you in to passionately make out.

His mouth is coated in your tangy essence, making you taste yourself as he slips his tongue down your throat.

You whimper, clawing at his chest for more and he pulls away to turn you around, manhandling you onto your stomach on the table.

His hands are firm yet impatient as he grips one of your legs by the back of your knee and hooks it over the edge of the wooden border.

Javi stares down at your sex, partially exposed and glistening for him. Your panties are askew, one swollen pussy lip peeking out while a dark, damp patch spreads over the cotton where his tongue had devoured you moments ago.

“Fuck.” The lewd sight has him hastily undoing his belt and popping the button on his jeans, his dick hard and ready to bury himself inside your sweet cunt. 

Propping yourself up on your palms, you glance back at him over your shoulder, a teasing, blissed out smile playing on your lips despite the burning heat between your thighs. “I figured you’d want to savor me. Wait for later…” you coo, rolling your hips and causing your ass to jiggle, feeling giddy at how his eyes zero in on the motion.

“I savor you all the time, baby. Even during these nasty, quick fucks.” Him saying that has you over the fucking moon. “You can’t expect me to wait knowin’ this pussy needs me to fuck her real good.”

The hand adorned with your golden bracelet grabs your supple ass, kneading the flesh before landing a stinging spank that makes you jolt and let out a cry. The sharp sound echoes, making your eyes flick nervously toward the recliner where his cousin still lies, unaware of the debauchery happening mere feet away.

Javier seems completely unbothered, casually toying with your panties as though you have all the time in the world. He hooks his finger into the soaked fabric, dragging it back and forth against your sticky folds, smearing your slick across your pussy lips.

Your hips move on their own, chasing the friction, and you bite your lip hard, trapping the needy moan building in your throat.

“Can I come over later?”

His question is so nonchalant it nearly makes you laugh, but the way he teases you has you too far gone to do so. You grind back against his touch, desperate for more, your lips parting in a breathy moan.

“Yes.” The thought of him showing up at your doorstep at three in the morning, bourbon on his lips, just for you to sink to your knees and take him down your throat makes your pussy clench around nothing, crying out for his cock as more of your arousal leaks against your panties. “Whenever.”

He hums in satisfaction, stepping closer and reaching for your jaw, tilting your head to the side roughly and meeting you for a kiss. The fabric of his shirt grazes your bare skin and he tugs your panties to the side again while his mouth continues to hold yours captive.

His cock nudges against your waiting entrance, teasing, the flushed head dragging over the fleshy cleft of your clit in languid taps.

When he finally pushes in, there’s no preamble—just the yummy stretch of him filling you to the fucking brim, shoving a strangled whine out of your mouth as he sets a brutal pace immediately, not giving you even a moment to adjust.

Your palms slip against the velvet of the pool table as you struggle to hold yourself up, but it’s no use. The force of his thrusts sends you collapsing forward onto your chest, scattering the neatly racked pool balls across the table.

They clatter and roll in all directions, but Javier doesn’t slow for a second. His grip on your waist tightens, forcing you to fuck yourself back on his dick.

“Shit,” he growls hoarsely, already breathless as he watches your ass bounce with every stroke. “You’re makin’ a loud fuckin’ mess,” he hisses, though there’s no real malice there—just straight horniness.

In one smooth motion, he grabs both your wrists with one large hand, pinning them to your lower back. He then angles your pelvis so that your clit is grinding against the smooth wooden border of the pool table while your tender nipples rub against the green felt.

The effects of that are immediate, your body feeling like it’s burning from the inside out. “Mmm, fuck yeah, keep doing that,” you moan desperately. 

The raunchy sound of your ass clapping against his thighs fills the room, a filthy rhythm accompanied by the feeling of his heavy balls brushing against your cunt. 

The noise feels impossibly loud, your whimpers and his grunts reverberating off the walls. Surely, his cousin will wake up—surely, someone will walk in on the shameless display Javier is putting on with your body.

Or maybe not, since Javier keeps fucking you all hot and wanton, especially when he hits your sweet spot and your ribbed, gushy walls hug around his dick like a vice.

Your forehead presses against the table as you chant his name, your vision swimming.

You try to glance toward the recliner where his cousin is passed out, but your eyes can’t focus. Everything’s a blur—two of everything, indistinct shapes swimming in the haze of your arousal.

The only thing you can truly focus on is Javier: the way his cock breaches your most intimate spaces, the heat of his body against yours, the sharp bite of his belt against the backs of your thighs.

You’re soaking him, ruining the hem of his half-buttoned shirt. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he’s splitting you open so perfectly, his tight grip on your wrists keeping you pinned and utterly open for him to take.

Your sore clit continues to rub against the smooth wood of the table, now sticky from how shamelessly you’ve been humping against it while chasing your pleasure.

Between the stimulation on your clit, the rough scrape of the felt against your tender nipples, and the relentless pounding of his shaft brushing your g-spot—it’s all too much. 

Your body trembles, a loud cry ripping from your throat as your orgasm slams into you.

"Javi!" you spasm in his hold, nails digging into your palms as your wrists remain trapped beneath his firm grip. shoulders burning from his rough hold.

Your pussy clamps hard around him, wet and creamy as you come, soaking his cock and leaving no doubt about how thoroughly he fucked you.

Javier curses through gritted teeth, switching between Spanish and English as he ruts into you, his rhythm stuttering. “Fuck, fresita, you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight—just like that.”

He doesn’t falter, fucking you even as your orgasm settles over you like a heavy current.

He hauls you upright, pulling your back flush against his chest, his grip on your wrists unrelenting as he traps them between your bodies.

Both of his arms wrap tightly around your trembling frame, one hand sliding up to grab your tit, kneading it roughly while the other sprawls against your stomach and waist to hold you steady as he fucks up into you.

His mouth is at your ear now, his breath ragged. “Gonna bust inside this pretty pussy baby and you’re gonna let me, aren’t you?”

You nod weakly, biting down on your lip as your eyes flutter shut. “So fuckin’ willing to take my cum like a real slut,” the degrading name makes your clit twitch because he’s right—you are a real slut. Only for him. Always hungry and ready to please, to do anything to satisfy him and he knows it.

“You’re so goddamn perfect—fuck.” His hips jerk a few times before he groans deeply, his cock pulsing as he finishes deep inside you, his hold on your body tightening to the point where you wince but it hurts so good.

“What the fuck?”

The sharp voice cuts through the haze, yanking you back to reality. Your eyes snap open, and panic floods your system as you instinctively try to shield your almost-naked body.

Across the room, Danny sits up in the recliner, his hair a mess and his bleary eyes squinting in confusion. He looks like he’s been rudely yanked out of a drunken slumber, and unfortunately, it’s your fault.

Javier, of course, remains maddeningly calm. “Relax,” his voice still thick with that post-climax rasp as he mumbles in your ear.

Meanwhile, your body is burning—part embarrassment, part leftover heat from the sinful things Javier just did to you on this pool table.

You try to wriggle out of his grip, but his arms are like iron bands, keeping you firmly in place.

Danny rubs at his eyes, blinking hard as if trying to process what’s in front of him. His head tilts slightly, and for one horrifying second, you think he’s piecing it all together. But instead, he suddenly leans over the side of the recliner and starts retching, the sound loud and wet as he empties his stomach onto the carpet.

The sharp, acidic stench of vomit hits the air, mixing unpleasantly with the heady scent of sweat and sex. It’s enough to finally get Javier to loosen his hold.

He pulls out of you with a grunt, leaving you aching and exposed, and you both watch as his release starts to spill out of you, trickling over your swollen folds and dripping onto the table with obscene little plops.

But there’s no time to dwell on the mess. You scramble to grab your clothes, your movements frantic and clumsy as you yank your jeans up your legs and shove your arms into your sweater.

Javier’s doing the same, though far less hurried, like he’s still amused by the whole situation.

When you finally look up at him, his dark eyes are sparkling with mischief, and he throws you a roguish grin that almost makes you laugh despite yourself.

Danny, meanwhile, is still groaning and gagging, his face pale as a sheet. You feel a tiny pang of guilt, but before you can even think about offering help, Javier grabs your hand and tugs you toward the door.

“Aren’t you going to help him?” you whisper, trying to keep your voice low.

“Fuck no,” Javier replies without missing a beat. “Not my fault he couldn’t handle his liquor.”

He presses a kiss to the back of your hand, his lips warm and soft against your skin, and you can’t help but follow him.

You glance back over your shoulder as you’re being pulled toward the backyard, unable to stop yourself from throwing out a half-hearted, “Sorry!”

He doesn’t respond—he’s too busy dry heaving—but you and Javier are already sneaking out, stifling your laughter as the sounds of the party grow louder around you.

The music thrums through the air, its infectious rhythm pulling you in as your dance partner tightens his grip on your waist. His hands are firm, guiding you with confidence, but the musky cologne mixed with the sour tang of sweat is enough to make your nose crinkle if you focus too hard on it.

Still, you’re here out of spite, letting the sway of your hips speak louder than words as your body molds to his. The banda song carries you both across the makeshift dance floor, your movements fluid and natural as though the music itself has taken over.

Javier is just a few paces away, entangled with the curly-haired girl from earlier. His hands rest on her lower back, his body moving with ease. 

There’s a playful challenge in both of your eyes when your gazes finally meet, knowing how this little game of yours will end. 

Neither of you looks away, both determined to outdo the other, even in this small, ridiculous way.

Your dance partner spins you abruptly, breaking the moment. The move is smooth, you’ll give him that, and you find yourself face-to-face with him once again.

He’s not bad looking, honestly—sharp jawline, nice green eyes—but the cologne is killing the vibe, and his wandering hands are starting to push it.

Thankfully, the song winds to a close just as his fingers inch a little too far down your back. The music shifts, a different tune kicking in, and you step back, offering a polite smile as he thanks you for the dance.

“Got a number I can save?” he asks, hopeful and slightly cocky.

You grin, a little too sweetly, and rattle off your number without hesitation. You’ve got no intention of responding if he uses it, but you can’t resist the temptation to stir the pot. As he finally walks away, you feel it—a scorching stare burning into your back.

You don’t even have to look to know who it’s coming from.

“Baila conmigo.”

The familiar rasp of Javier’s voice cuts through the noise as he steps into your space. He takes a swig of his beer, his leather jacket gone, leaving him in just the white button-up that hugs his chest a little too well.

You cock a brow, crossing your arms. “What happened to your dance partner?”

“Sent her away,” he replies easily, his smirk infuriatingly smug. “Poor girl couldn’t catch the rhythm.”

You let out an amused huff, rolling your eyes. Of course, he’d say that. Before you can think better of it, you take his hand, allowing him to lead you toward la pista.

The moment you’re there, he pulls you flush against him, one large hand settling at your lower back while the other still clutches his beer. You fall into the simple two-step with ease, your bodies moving in perfect sync to the music. 

His thigh slots between yours, the friction sparking something electric, and you can’t help but press closer, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you.

“Reminds me of that night at the club,” his lips brushing your ear. It’s a miracle you can still hear him over the loud music. “When you finally let me get between those pretty legs.”

The heat in his words, combined with the faint scent of his cologne and the alcohol on his breath, floods your senses. He smells and feels like everything your last dance partner wasn’t.

Whistles and cheers ripple through the crowd as you and Javi throw yourselves into the rhythm of the song, your bodies moving like two parts of the same melody.

You hadn’t expected him to be such a good dancer the first time you shared a dance—not until that night at the club. 

And just like his dancing, the way he fucked you afterward had blown every expectation out of the water.

The song comes to an end, leaving you both flushed and slightly winded, sweat clinging to your skin despite the cool night air. The cheers die down as a new track begins, and Javi’s lips quirk into a lopsided grin.

“C’mon, give me another one,” he urges, his voice still rich and sensual despite the exertion.

You laugh, shaking your head as you step back, hands on your hips. You hadn’t planned to stay this long, and now your body is screaming for mercy. “Raincheck, handsome. I gotta head home.”

Javi’s grin falters slightly, but it doesn’t fade completely as your hand drifts down his chest, fingers savoring the firmness of his body.

His broad shoulders and toned frame are just so enchanting, and you can’t resist indulging one last time before grabbing his beer. You take a long, slow sip, your eyes flicking up to meet his as you drain the bottle and set it aside on one of the plastic fold-out tables.

“Not gonna stick around for the cake?” he asks, that boyish charm in his tone as he steps closer.

You flash him a flirty smile. “Save me a piece.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but the rowdy chaos of his friends and cousins cuts him off. They swarm him, loud and eager, tugging at his shoulders and shouting for him to take another shot.

He laughs, but his gaze finds yours through the crowd, his warm brown eyes locking on to you one last time.

“Enjoy, Javi,” you tell him with a wink. “You know where to find me.”

That familiar smirk is at his lips as he’s pulled toward the makeshift bar. You watch him for a moment before turning to make your departure.

You’re cutting across the lawn when you hear a voice behind you.

“Need a ride home?”

It’s the guy you danced with earlier, his cologne still potent even in the open air. His gentlemanliness would’ve been charming if it weren’t for the obvious expectation in his tone.

You decline politely, offering a quick smile before brushing past him and unlocking your car.

What you don’t realize is that Javi sees the entire exchange from afar. He’d caught the tail end of the guy trailing after you, his gaze narrowing as he watched you disappear into the sea of parked cars.

A flicker of irritation tugged at his expression, but he stayed rooted to his spot, letting his friends push another shot into his hand.

Instead of following, he threw himself into his own celebration, his laugh loud and boisterous as if he hadn’t seen a damn thing. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you leaving with that guy, and the glint in his eyes that had been so bright when you were there dulled just slightly. 

Still, he let it go, for now.

He knew exactly where to find you, after all.

“Oh my god,” you mewl, your back arching against the cold tile of your kitchen floor. Javier thrusts into you with a raw, animalistic need, his cock driving so deep inside you that it feels like he’s carving himself into your very being.

The absurdity of the situation is a bit funny—you’re still fully clothed, minus your sleeping shorts having been thrown haphazardly across the room, a stark contrast to earlier when you’d been bare and spread for him on that damn pool table.

Just as you predicted, he showed up at your door in the dead of night, his silhouette illuminated by the dim porch light. You’d barely made it to the door before his desperate, insistent knocking threatened to wake the entire block.  

It felt like he might break it down if you didn’t open it fast enough. Whoever dropped him off didn’t even wait to see if you’d answer.

No words were exchanged when you finally let him in. His brown eyes, dark and searing, did all the talking.

He’d cupped your face with one rough hand, the other holding a plate with aluminum foil covering it, precariously balancing it in his palm as he kissed you with an appetite that left you breathless.

You let him back you into the kitchen, setting the plate on the counter, his body crowding yours until there was nowhere left to go.

And now, here you are, legs spread wide, the weight of him pressing you down into the tiles, his jacket still on, smelling like beer and bourbon as he ruts himself against you.

“Givin’ your number out, huh?” he growls against your lips, his words dripping with bitterness. His hand snakes up to wrap around your neck, firm but not harsh, forcing your hazy eyes to meet his. You feel the subtle coolness of the bracelet against your skin and that only makes it better. “That’s all it takes, fresita? One fuckin’ dance?”

Each word is punctuated by a sharp, punishing thrust that has you gasping for air.

Your hands scramble at the back of his jacket, trying to find some sort of anchor while his dick fucks into you over and over, your slick cunt clamping helplessly around him.

If your brain wasn’t fogged with pleasure, you’d call him out on his jealousy, tease him for letting something so trivial get under his skin. At least you were better about hiding it.

But god, it’s too fucking hot—seeing him like this, so undone, so unhinged, all because of you.

Javier, the man who always carries himself with that cool, confident swagger, who never seems to let anything faze him, is now losing his composure right here on your kitchen floor.

And all it took was watching some other guy’s attention on you to make him snap. If anyone is picky and spoiled here—it’s him.

“Answer me,” he demands, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to leave you lightheaded, his thrusts never faltering. His free hand grabs at your thigh, spreading you even wider for him, the angle forcing you to experience every inch of him.

“I—it was nothing,” you manage to cry, though your words are almost incoherent as he’s driving into you. “Javi, I—”

“You what?” he interrupts with a curt laugh, his teeth grazing the underside of your jaw before he bites down gently, making you squirm beneath him. “You think I’m gonna let you walk around, lettin’ some asshole think he’s got a chance with you?”

The thought alone seems to fuel him further, his movements growing rougher and you swear you’re on the edge of unraveling.

And as he watches the way your body responds to him—your nails digging into his back, your moans turning into screams—he knows he’s making his point loud and clear. 

Javi’s grip around your throat tightens, cutting off your breath just enough to stimulate you. The pressure makes you feel lightheaded, and somehow, impossibly, even more turned on.

“He can’t fuck you like I can,” he grinds against you, his coarse and damp pubic hairs bristling against your sensitive clit, the friction of it almost too much. “No one can.” His face hovers so close to yours that you can feel his breath on your lips.

Your mouth falls open on instinct, tiny, wheezy moans spilling out as his nose brushes against yours.

Javier’s dark eyes feel like they’re boring straight into your soul, gleaming with hunger as he watches your every twitch, every little surrender. He leans in and kisses you all demanding and vehement. 

His lips claim yours like he’s trying to eat you whole, his tongue slipping inside to taste every gasp you give him.

“Listen to that,” he murmurs mockingly as he pulls back just enough to let his gaze drop between your bodies, watching your pussy swallow his cock. “Just listen to how wet you are, baby. Think he could ever make you sound like this?”

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment—and arousal—as the obscene, sloppy sounds of his length plunging into you fill the air, amplified by his words. The drive of his hips is merciless, each stroke drawing you closer with dizzying precision.

Your nails dig into his forearms, bending your body beneath him as your vision starts to be blotched with white spots.

You can feel it, the winding of your orgasm at your core pulling taut, about to burst. When it finally does, your pussy flutters and squeezes as waves of smoldering intensity crash over you.

“Puta madre,” he snarls, his head falling back from how good it feels to have you come around him.

Pulling out, Javier pins you down with his weight to keep you from squirming away. His cock, flushed, drooling, and shiny with your juices, hovers inches from your face as you lay flat on the floor.

Your swollen lips part instinctively, the scent of your own headiness making your mouth water.

“Tongue out, baby,” he commands, his voice rough but coaxing.

You obey, sticking your tongue out lazily, your half-lidded eyes locked onto his. The sight of you like this—wrecked, pliant, and waiting for him—is enough to undo him completely. His hand pumps his cock, the golden accessory on his wrist jolting with each move. 

With a low, rasping groan, he spills over you, thick, hot ropes of cum splattering across your face and tongue.

You moan softly, savoring the warmth, licking your lips and swallowing whatever lands in your mouth. The taste of him leaves your tongue and throat buzzing, and you revel in the messy intimacy of it.

He uses his fingers to wipe the remnants of his release from your cheeks, then pushes them into your mouth without hesitation.

“Suck,” he orders, and you comply, wrapping your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue over them with eager enthusiasm. You get carried away, your tongue flicking and sucking greedily, and he chuckles darkly.

“Jealousy looks good on you,” you can’t help but tease, your voice carrying amusement as you both come down from the dazed fucking.

Javier sways a little, his inebriation finally catching up to him. He stumbles, but he steadies himself smoothly, like the world itself wouldn’t dare let him fall.

He wipes a hand down his face before meeting your gaze, still kneeling on the floor. “Not a fan of people playin’ with what’s mine,” he says, the statement edged with that possessiveness he tries to pretend isn’t there.

Usually, a line like that would have you rolling your eyes and telling the guy to take his ego down a notch. But with Javier? You don’t mind. At all. Something about the way he says it—like it’s a fact, not an opinion—makes your stomach flip in the worst (or best) way possible.

“Yours?” you challenge, sitting up on your forearms and arching a brow at him. “I thought this was casual.”

“It is,” he says without missing a beat, bringing his fingers up to caress the side of your face, more calm and sure, like he’s completely unaware of how contradictory his behavior is.

You narrow your eyes slightly, refusing to let him off the hook that easily despite melting under his touch. “Casual hookups don’t go into a frenzy after watching the other dance and flirt with someone else.”

He doesn’t even flinch at your words, doesn’t even bother to defend himself. Instead, he smirks—because of course he does—and stretches his arms over his head like the entire conversation is nothing but a minor inconvenience to him.

He straightens up stands, extending a hand to you, his palm open and inviting, the gold band of the bracelet glinting in the low light.

You let him pull you up and let out a sound of exertion, your muscles still a little tense from rolling around on the hard floor with him.

“Dance, flirt with whoever you want. When I want you, I’m gonna have you.”

That’s possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. “That so?” You try to sound unimpressed, but your voice betrays you, just the tiniest bit giddy.

“That’s so,” he concedes vaingloriously. “Don’t forget who makes you feel like this satisfied.”

As if I could ever. “Cocky bastard,” you mutter, but the words lack any real bite.

He leans in, kissing you gently, then his voice drops into that deep, velvety murmur that makes your pussy tingle. “Yet you keep coming back.”

You don’t respond because, let’s face it, he’s not wrong. Especially not when he pairs those words with ana affectionate kiss.

Instead, you finally roll your eyes, the most predictable move in your arsenal, and step around him to grab your discarded sleeping shorts.

Sliding them back on, you make your way to the counter, where the lonely styrofoam plate of half-smashed birthday cake waits for attention. Without a word, you pull it closer, grab a fork, and dig in.

Javier watches you with a grin still plastered across his face, leaning his hip against the counter. “Didn’t even offer the birthday boy the first bite, huh? Real cold.”

You stab a piece exaggeratedly, lifting it to your mouth, and chewing slowly, giving him a look that says cry about it.

But when you see the faint pout pulling at his lips—a deliberate act, no doubt—you sigh, scoop up another forkful, and hold it out. “Fine. Even though technically it’s not your birthday anymore.”

He leans in, not breaking the eye contact, and takes the bite straight from the fork, his lips brushing the tines with an unnecessary amount of flair.

You swear he’s showing off, but you don’t call him out on it, not when he groans softly in appreciation and you can’t help but admire him like this, playful and flirty in your kitchen.

“Feliz cumpleaños, Javi,” you say after a moment, softer now.

He swallows, his smirk shifting into something a little more genuine as he meets your gaze. “Gracias, fresita.”

For a moment, the air between you shifts—gentler, almost intimate. Then he reaches for the fork still in your hand and steals another bite, flashing you a look that drags you right back to reality.

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Took my girlfriend to my cousin’s engagement party, and while my aunt originally introduced her as our best friend (and then asked gf if that was an okay intro 😂) and both the groom and his twin brother were more than happy to meet her and were like “saw you guys post your anniversary and was like ‘huh, okay, I don’t get it but aight.’” And I know they’ll ask fascinating questions and I can start inviting her to more family events which is great for me because when I have someone with an even more complicated and fucked up family than mine I’m like “come, they’re a fucking mess but they love me so they’ll love you.”

I don’t get to see the twins a lot but they always shower me with fucking love and treat me as if not a day goes by. The way they love me like, I’m still one of their best friends and they’re still mine and they’re always two of my most unwavering supporters in my family; they’re happy when I’m happy and I’m happy when they’re happy and like. Idk. I was nervous and they just swooped down like they always do and remind me just how much they love all parts of me and that’s really rare and almost hard to accept. 💕