#Thoughts and prayers in the chat for me please

[phemiec]

I finished all the music and lyrics for a Mouthwashing song and it’s so good but my voice is SO SHITTTTTT I just need to get 1 decent recording god please Christ almightfyung fucking helllnfucking shit I HATE THAT GERD HAS LITERALLY TAKEN MY VOICE it’s so bad I haven’t sung anything but lullabies to my son in 5 years and I’m a shadow of my former self and I was already not the best vocalist

I want so bad to finish this song today and get it posted before I hate it it;s been so long since I was able to post anything but gooodddddddddd

[sleep-0-deprived]

Dom! Yan professor x himbo reader imagines~! ໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა

Just imagining your biology professor being a total hard ass, rude and unkind to every student he’s ever had and giving out the most excessive amounts of homework daily, as soon as he met you something sinister had awoken inside him. The way you’d smile at him all stupid wearing shorts that showed to much and jogging pants that let him see the side profile of your cock during the first day of meeting you had this man losing it.

Just imagining you staying back after your college classes, you being freshly twenty three and scraping by if not failing every class you took, only making it to college on a sports scholarship with you staring and blinking at your professor all class. Yandere professor, just imagining him watching you from the corner of his eye the whole class, his hands moving on auto pilot only able to think about you and how you blink dumbly at him while he teaches making him speak up “is something wrong Mr L/n?”

Just imagining you getting stuck after class in tutoring sessions all hours of the day because he claims “I’m just trying to help you achieve better [name]” he’d utter those words so sincerely it would keep you oblivious while he stares at your ass and your pecs, bitting his lips when you lean in your chair showing him the perfect peak of your body having this man insane having to excuse himself for a moment during your sessions while he goes and “fixes” the situation between his legs.

Just imagining Yandere professor who rubs up against you grabbing and touching your body all over at any chance he gets with close proximity, slowly over time building trust off of his age and status, him pushing mid forties and freshly divorced. Just imagining him bringing up chats about his golden retriever just to twist your oblivious trust into something else, making you feel special whilst he gives you all the attention you could ever dream of with the intent of getting you all to himself wanting to possess and keep you like a boy toy.

Just imagining Yandere professor who asks you for “favors” claiming he’d make sure you passed all your classes, that you’d never have to worry about losing your scholar ship. He’d have your face in his crotch with your mouth wide open engulfing his cock all flushed in the face with teary eyes holding his thighs. Oh how he almost felt sorry for those poor girls that drooled after you during your games….almost, but having your mouth stuffed full of cock asking “am I doin good E’nough f’you sherr” while you soured your words with spit making slurping sounds just trying to please a good grade out of him.

Just imagining Yandere professor who does random dorm checkups on you, making you stay over at his apartment the nights your frat bros throw parties, not standing for the thought of some sorority girl getting her manicured hands on you, you were His and he’d fuck you so good that you knew it. Two glasses of wine later sitting in his apartment with your hand gripping the counters in shambles “s-ir!” All you can repeat over and over is his name speaking it like a prayer to your messiah feeling a drunken man going at it fucking you so hard the sounds start buzzing together and the over head light in his kitchen blurs under your pupils.

Just imagining Yandere professor who had your legs spread wide open sitting leaned back on his desk eating your ass out like a starving man. Gripping your skin and kissing your pucker, practically making out with your rim and letting you ramble on cluelessly about your plays and strategies, whining about how “the coach is placing me as Qb this year!” While you grip the back of your professors head looking down at him just blinking and getting comfy when you see him having no intentions of letting you go since him being able to work your body and play with you however he liked was part of the “conditions”

Just imagining your grades going from a fifties and forties across the boards to becoming a straight A+ student having all of your friends asking how you managed to swindle that, having your fiends wanting to know your secret while one of them asks “all those time you’ve been ditching, you must be going off to secretly study huh!” Your closest buddy just laughs and nudges you during practice unable to tell him that you’ve been whoring yourself out to the most hated teacher on campus.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Sea Sickness

Sea Sickness

Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)

Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully).  Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.

Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.

@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters 

I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes

I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat. 

Word Count: 488

Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play).  Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again.  The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick.  You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder.  He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest. 

“You feeling ok?” 

“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement.  It being really hot out didn’t help either. 

“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.” 

Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements.  Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.  

Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction.  Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two.  Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them.  Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.

“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.”  You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort. 

Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.

[smallestapplin]

If only

Cw : obsessed Thoma, reader is Ayato’s spouse, yandere Thoma, listening in to others having sex without them knowing, panty sniffing. Afab!reader gn words. Whore and cockslut are said two times.

Literally no reason for this other than I had a brain worm and just had to get it out.

🔞18+Only please! Mdni it makes me uncomfortable🔞 this work is NOT for anyone under 18.

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When Thoma first met you, he greeted you like a friend and was happy to meet your acquaintance, and happy to serve you. You’d stop by every day to meet with Ayato, but always stop to chat with Thoma.

Those were the best moments of his day.

Your laugh was a melody to him, especially when he got you in tears from how hard you were laughing, or leaning on him cause his joke knocked the air out of you.

How your eyes sparkle when talking about something you love, how your voice picked up with excitement to share with him the information of the topic. How your pretty eyes lit up when he showed you new places or foods to try.

He loved you, he wants you, and his heart can only beat so quickly he feels faint around you. Thoma is always doing and getting everything you ask, you don’t have to say anything else! it’s done.

Maybe his love and devotion to you blinded him to what was happening.

When he heard of your engagement to Ayato he was devastated, but never let it show, he’d get to see you every day from now on, isn’t that great?

He played it off on how happy he was for you, how happy he was to help Ayaka with the planning.

He’d get to see you in traditional wedding attire.

But not for him.

Seeing how happy you were with Ayato chips away at his sanity.

Or seeing how smitten Ayato is with you, how he laments to Thoma how much he wishes to spend more time with you. Thoma hates it, he hates every bit of it, but he bites his tongue, knowing he can’t say anything against the commissioner.

But the upside is he gets to see you every day and he gets to keep you company every day, at least until your husband returns, just the thought is Ayato being your husband makes him sneer.

Thoma can’t help but clench his jaw every time he sees you welcome Ayato home so warmly, hugging him, kissing him as you tell him about your day.

And Ayato listens.

It angers Thoma even more that Ayato is so good to you, he just wishes you’d run into his arms for comfort to cry about how cold the hydro user is, just to show you warmth and love.

But you never do.

Only ever wished he wasn’t so busy.

But Thoma smiles through it all, if only so he could see you again.

He hates how he lays awake at night, biting his pillow to muffle his moans just to hear yours.

The thin walls of the estate are both a blessing and a curse.

“P-please! Too much too much- fuck!”

He can’t stop his hips from humping the mattress below him. Thoma squeezes his eyes shut, if he tries hard enough he can imagine it’s him you’re crying for.

He can never hear that bastard who you lay with, which he’s grateful for, as the only one Thoma wants to hear is you.

You sound so wrecked.

A loud smack snaps him from his thoughts, paired with your loud squeal.

“Fuck me, fuck me, oh by the archons- Ah! Gonna, gonna break!”

Thoma’s eyes cross at the sound, so pretty, so perfect, you sound better than he ever imagined! Damn it, he’s going to cum soon. He clings to the pillow with one hand, while the other strokes his cock in time with his rutting, covering his dick in his pre as he teases the tip.

He can’t he needs to hold it, he needs to cum with you, to be closer to you. The wet slapping only grows more frantic as your cries rise in pitch, each shriek going right to his cock.

‘Please cum, please cum- M’cumming, please!’

It’s as if his prayers were answered but the loud sob that leaves you, though he coats his bedding in his sees, he can’t help but feel pissed at the notice of your sounds being muffled.

“Shhh, quiet down my love, don’t want the whole estate knowing you’re my good little whore.”

Thoma nearly rips his pillow.

How dare that- his rage is silenced by your soft whimper.

Did you like that? How could someone so pure like to be degraded? You’re nothing short of perfection, a deity amongst them, blessing them with your presence, and you allow a man lower than you to call you as such?

He’s shocked.

But he can’t lie, his dick throbs at the revelation.

He wonders if you’d let him call you that, oh he’d beg you to be his cockslut, he’d grovel if he had to just to call you his needy whore.

The blonde tries not to whine, as he realizes just how badly he wants that how badly he wants you.

Would you ride him? Ride his face? Drown him in your slick?

He tries to be normal the next morning, but his fire burns bright at the sight of your neck littered in so many bite marks. It should be him laying with you at night, it should be his mark you’re wearing!

He angrily does laundry until he comes across your basket.

You usually help him with laundry, so you do your and Ayato’s clothes while chatting with him. But you’re not here right now, off running some other errands for a surprise for your precious husband.

He doesn’t even hesitate rooting through your clothes, finding the treasure he’s desperate for.

A pair of your dirty underwear.

He presses the fabric to his nose, balling it up as he takes a long deep inhale. his eyes roll back, his body shakes and his hips buck forward.

“Fuuuuck…” he’s already panting, his cock already throbbing but he pays it no mind.

It still has a wet spot, he doesn’t even think about how it got there or what turned you on while you were wearing this, all he knows is it’s a free appetizer.

Shakily he presses his tongue against the sodden fabric, he can’t stop the moan that escapes him.

How can Ayato sit there and refuse you, when you taste this good? Work be damned.

Thoma whimpers stuffing the fabric against his nose again, unbuttoning his pants as he takes deep whiffs of your intoxicating scent. He can’t stop himself, stroking his already hard cock while he imagines you on his face, using him however you liked.

He’s made for your pleasure, he wants you to use him like it.

He’ll happily and without question go down on you, fuck you, be used by you whenever you want, just please!

Before he could cum he hears footsteps getting closer. Panicking, Thoma tosses the panties back into the hamper and swiftly fixes himself, getting right back to work as if he wasn’t just fisting his dick at the thought of you.

“Oh, Thoma. Do you need some help?”

His jade eyes meet yours.

Your smile is so radiant.

He matches your warm smile.

“You don’t have to, it’s my job after all! But I know you won’t take that answer, so your company would be delightful to have.”

You stand perfectly next to him, helping him wash clothes and separate piles into who’s who’s.

“You know, you don’t have to lower yourself to servant work.”

“I know, but I like helping and I like spending time with you.”

His breathing stops for a moment, his heart racing at your words.

“Aw thank you my liege! It means the world to me that you’re so fond of me.”

Now if only you could be his.

[hotch33tos22]

Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4

Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.

"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.

Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.

"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.

You chuckled at their reaction,

"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"

Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.

Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.

Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.

"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.

"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"

Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.

Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.

"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."

Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.

Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.

Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.

"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.

"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."

Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.

"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."

"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga

Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.

Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.

"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."

Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.

"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.

"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,

"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"

Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.

"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.

"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.

"He didn't give a damn, huh?"

Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"

"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm

Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.

"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."

"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say

Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.

"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"

Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.

"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.

Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.

He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.

After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.

"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.

You sigh in frustration

"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki

Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.

Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.

"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.

"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.

You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.

"Come in."

Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.

You went inside as you closed the door behind you

"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd

Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.

He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."

"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.

"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.

There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.

Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.

Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.

"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"

Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,

"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after

Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.

"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.

"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.

"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."

"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.

Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.

"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.

"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."

His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.

"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self

Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.

"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.

"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"

He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.

"Nothing." You repeat

Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.

"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."

He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.

"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"

And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away

Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.

"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."

He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.

"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"

"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.

"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."

"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head

Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.

He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.

"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.

"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."

Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.

"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"

His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."

"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled

Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.

"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”

"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly

Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.

He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."

"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"

Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.

"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.

"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed

"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.

Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.

"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."

He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"

"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"

Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.

"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."

"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.

Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.

However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.

"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"

"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."

Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.

"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."

"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.

"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"

"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.

Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.

"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"

"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.

Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.

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[smolvenger]

First Lady (President Loki x fem! Reader blurb)

Summary: It's not easy being in the spotlight as First Lady of the Nation. But your President's Husband knows what to do when your online critics take it too far.

Or "Who did this to you?" with President Loki.

Word Count: 1318 (blurb time)

Warnings: SMUT! 18 + (wall diddling, whee), online bullying and harassment (inspired from my own personal experience, whee) mention of sex. Angst and then fluff and hurt/comfort. I steal ideas from Ana Huang and Sadie Kincaid. Bad grammar. I had writer's block with this one and was stuck so not as revised and polished as I could be bc I just wanted this done, I'm not Shakespeare or Donna Tartt okay? If I miss a warning, please inform me at once. Don't victim blame those affected, Report it! If you see something disturbing or triggering that isn't tagged that I missed, then that is on me to take accountability for it and it is your responsibility to report it!

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Dick-Tionary: The exact, more explicit smut begins at “Open wide, my dear.” and ends at "He gently let you down."

Something about the internet gave people anonymity and with that came power. They could say and do what they wanted…even the vilest things.

Comment after comment. Ding after ding on your phone. There were posts about how you were wrong. Irresponsible because they didn’t like your cause of supporting raising minimum wages. Even under posts where you were talking about the importance of your cause, so many people went “Well, to be fair-” 

You couldn’t help but look at more about you.

Stupid. 

Ugly. 

A pig.

And those were the tamer ones. 

The constant bullying and demands from these people. You thought you were qualified for this. That you knew your way around tenfold. Dolled up in your nice dress and makeup…and here you were, crying. Wanting to throw a fit. Wanting to scream and call them vile, horrible things. T sob until you couldn’t breathe and crash down, heels, pearls, lipstick and all.  No better than a little girl playing dress up. Not an adult who handled everything with strength and grace. Not a First Lady of an entire country.

You should be strong. Thick-skinned. “Don’t take it personally” was the advice everyone gave you. Every single time. Without fail. But at this point, it just numbed in your head. What did that even mean? It meant nothing. Like “thoughts and prayers” maybe at once it could help, and has helped but now…it was just a phrase people threw out that fixed nothing.  And how could you not take a comment beneath your post telling you to not take it personally?

You found yourself stumbling onto the Oval Office adn there he was- your husband in folden horns. A crowd of suited men around him.

He noticed your state. You had no time to compose yourself. But he raised a hand and their chatting voices silenced.

“Everyone! Leave- now!” he ordered, snapping his fingers.

They ducked and left. A few careful eyes at your frazzled, pensive state.

He went over and looked at you. Then he put one hand and put it under your cheek so you faced him. His voice was soft, yet subtly angry not at you, but at your tormenters. 

“My darling…who did this to you?”

You sniffed. Then you answered him.

“All of the comments…online…I know I have to. It’s part of the platform. A First Lady has to have social media…but…but…”

He wiped a tear. Then you leaned onto him. His cold buttons grazed your cheek and he let you cling to him. Let yourself break down.

“What am I even doing? Why should I say or do anything online? They just want to tear you apart and spit you out! And they just want a lady who looks pretty and does or says nothing. Even when I wear anything, they tell me I look like cat vomit. I can’t win whatever I do, Loki. And the split second I try to do anything, say anything they…they..”

“Give me your phone,” he said.

You handed it to him. From his pocket, he took out a chip and attached it to yours.

“Firstly,  I’m taking this away from you for now. You will get a new one for communication. I will not have my wife and First Lady miserable.”

 He set the chip in.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping track of them. We’re going to track them down. They’re going to regret every word of it…here…”

He sat down on the chair in the center and tapped his lap.

“Sit.”

How could you resist?

He set you on his lap. He pulled out his personal phone and immediately was making calls. You leaned into him, snuggling him close. 

“Yes, Grant, I want you to hire a Social Media manager for the First Lady. Have the comments filtered and in need of approval before posted. Also, look for security. There are several people we must hunt down. They have threatened the security of the first lady. The tracker is on her phone, we’ll analyze the data on the comments and find each and every one of them- they cannot go on without consequence, don’t you think? Freedom of Speech is overrated anyway…hurry along, do it now- no- Grant, I don’t care if you’re about to get a blowjob from the Black Widow this second, I want you to do it!”

He ended the call.

He held you. And then kissed you. You leaned in more. How handsome he looked- his suit fixed up. His smirk was confident, rakish. You found you were straddling him, his hands on your hips. As you kissed again, he pushed his tongue inside.

“Oh…Loki…”

He raised your skirt some, to feel your bare leg.

“I feel if I make you cum, that would make you feel better…wouldn’t it?”

He slid a hand and saw you weren’t wearing underwear at your hip bone. 

He tilted his head, his voice even quieter. 

“And you followed my one little rule, too. Good girl.”

He held up the phone one last time, pressing a call.

“Barton, cancel my meeting for this hour. Reschedule it. Emergency, shall we say.”

Before the man on the other end could ask why he hung it up.

He smiled at you.

“Open wide, my dear.”

Keeping your legs open, he adjusted them to wrap around him. He backed you up to part of the wall. Not caring about the curtains of the window. Not caring about the security cameras.

 In fact, let them watch if they want.

He kissed you intensely, his tongue inside and out. Tasting you. He lifted your skirt to your hips, backing you up. You hung onto him, shaking with wet, desperate need as he undid the zipper of his trousers.

“I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk and live the next week curled up in the lap of luxury, how does that sound?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Please- fuck me, Loki-”

“I’m the President-” he corrected.

“Fuck me, Mr. President-” you quietly begged.

He entered briskly. You let out a loud gasp. But you were already so soaked from him, it was clear. He kissed you again. One hand going to move one of your legs to hook around his waist. 

He only slowed down so he could speak, his eyes intense. 

“Yes, moan louder. I want them all to hear- I don’t care who hears- or sees. I want them-to- to know you’re mine- My little doll. My little toy. My First Lady- my wife-”

Your breasts bounced lewdly as he picked up speed, thrusting in and out of you. He pounded you so much, the portraits shook. You held onto his shoulders, and then his horns on his head. He was grunting like a madman.

He fucked hard, his hand digging.

“I want you to cry out, say what I am as you cum. I am Loki, I am your president, I rule you- say it- say it, fuck, I’m cumming-I’m going to-say it.”

You cried his title, your throat scratchy. Pleasure breaking on you, as well as on him.

He gently let you down. You adjusted his dark curls. He smoothed your dress, though your legs wobbled. The bliss of ecstasy makes you forget what even happened just an hour ago.

“Now…how do you feel now?” he asked.

You took in a deep breath, the blood still rushing and the world spinning.

“Better…” you replied. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist. But he traced a finger down your spine, into your skirt.

“Good. Because I’m going to order some…gifts for you tonight. For you to wear beneath these dresses and skirts and blouses. And I want us to have dinner- just us. And when I rip off your clothes, that lace will be on you. Because, my dear, once this next meeting is done…we are far from over with this.”

[iovebarca]

The Coin Toss - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

summary: You rely on coin flips to make decisions, leading you to meet Pablo at the park, where you bond over your shared tradition. A coin toss decides on the beginning of a beautiful love story.

Decision-making had always been a daunting task for you. The weight of choosing between two paths, each filled with its own set of uncertainties, often left you paralyzed with indecision. It was during one particularly challenging period in your life that you stumbled upon an unconventional solution, the simple act of flipping a coin.

It started as a whim, a desperate attempt to break free from the cycle of overthinking and second-guessing. One day, faced with a difficult choice, you reached into your pocket and pulled out a coin. With a flick of your thumb, you sent it spinning into the air, leaving its fate to chance.

On this particular day you couldn't decide if you wanted to go to the park or stay in your apartment to study for an upcoming business exam. "Heads, I go to the park," you whispered, the words a silent prayer to the whims of fate.

As the coin arced gracefully through the air, time seemed to slow to a crawl. And then, with a soft clink, it landed in your palm, revealing its verdict. "Heads," you repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Looks like the park it is."

You arrived at the park with a weight on your shoulders, a decision looming in the forefront of your mind. The vast expanse of greenery seemed to beckon you, promising solace and clarity amidst the chaos of life.

As you wandered through the winding paths, the sunlight filtering through the leaves above, you felt the tension begin to ease from your muscles. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filled the air, carrying with it a sense of tranquility that you desperately needed.

Finally, you found yourself drawn to a secluded bench nestled beneath the shade of a grand oak tree. It seemed to call to you, offering a sanctuary where you could gather your thoughts and find the answers you sought. Only there was a guy sitting on the bench.

Approaching him tentatively, you cleared your throat, your voice betraying the nervousness that churned within you. "Excuse me, do you mind if I join you?"

The stranger looked up, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he offered you a friendly smile. "Not at all," he replied, gesturing to the empty space beside him.

Introductions are made, and you learn his name is Pablo. You chat about inconsequential things at first— the weather, the beauty of the park— but soon the conversation takes an interesting turn.

"So, what brings you to the park today?" Pablo asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before deciding to share a glimpse of your quirky tradition with the stranger beside you. "Actually, I was going to study for a business exam I have coming up," you began, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement, "but I ended up here instead. You see, I have this odd tradition where I flip a coin to make decisions."

The stranger's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "No way, you too?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. "That's incredible! I can't believe we have the same tradition."

You couldn't help but laugh at the sheer coincidence of it all, feeling a sense of connection growing stronger between you with each passing moment. "It seems like fate brought us together," you remarked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

A playful glint danced in Pablo's eyes as he suggested, "Well, why don't we put our tradition to the test? Make a decision together?" "Sure, I'd love that," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips.

With a grin, Pablo retrieved a coin from his pocket, the sunlight catching its gleaming surface as he held it between his fingers. "Heads, we go for ice cream. Tails, we take a stroll by the lake," he proposed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You watched with bated breath as Pablo flicked the coin into the air, its metallic clang echoing through the quiet park. Time seemed to stand still as it twirled and spun before finally landing in his palm, revealing its verdict.

"Heads!" Pablo exclaimed, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're getting ice cream."

Your heart soared with excitement as you rose from the bench, a sense of adventure coursing through your veins. Together, you set off towards the nearby ice cream parlor, laughter and lighthearted banter filling the air.

The bell above the door chimed cheerfully as you stepped inside, greeted by the tantalizing aroma of freshly made waffle cones and the colorful display of frozen delights. Pablo's eyes sparkled with delight as he scanned the menu, his excitement infectious.

"I can never resist a classic vanilla cone," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

You chuckled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at his endearing confession. "I'm a sucker for anything with chocolate." you confessed, feeling a twinge of excitement at the thought of indulging in your favorite flavor.

As you waited for your treats to be prepared, you and Pablo found a cozy corner to sit, the air filled with the hum of conversation and the tantalizing scent of freshly baked waffle cones.

With your ice cream in hand, you and Pablo savored each delicious bite, the sweetness of the frozen treat melting on your tongues. You couldn't help but smile as you watched Pablo's eyes light up with each lick of his cone, his expression one of pure bliss.

As you and Pablo enjoyed your ice cream, there was an undeniable spark between you, an electric energy that seemed to crackle in the air. With each laugh shared and every lingering glance exchanged, the connection between you deepened, igniting a flame that warmed your hearts.

As you continued to chat, the conversation took a more intimate turn, delving into deeper topics that revealed the layers of your personalities. Each revelation felt like a step closer to understanding each other on a profound level, and with every shared moment, the connection between you deepened, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and emotions. It might be weird but you felt like you've known him your whole life.

As the conversation lulled into a comfortable silence, a gentle breeze swept through the park, stirring the leaves of the trees and sending a cascade of golden light dancing across the grass. In that moment of serene tranquility, Pablo's gaze met yours, his eyes soft with an unspoken question.

Without a word, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt the electric thrill of anticipation coursing through you, your senses heightened by the proximity of his presence.

With a tender smile, Pablo's hand brushed against yours, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Is it okay if I...?" he began, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes searching yours for permission.

Your heart raced in your chest as you nodded, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.

And then, with a tenderness that took your breath away, Pablo closed the remaining distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a moment filled with all the sweetness and innocence of a first kiss, a gentle exploration of the newfound feelings that bloomed between you.

As you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the magic of the moment, you knew with absolute certainty that this was just the beginning of a love story that would unfold in the most beautiful of ways. And as you lingered in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of newfound affection, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that had brought you together.

[kelloggsenthusiast]

please could you do a carlos alcaraz smut where he brings you to meet his parents and you have a good evening and after he rewards you with sex?

Permanent fixture

Post Cincinnati masters innit

cw: Trash Spanish translations (thank you Duolingo), smut, breeding kink, p in v, hella teasing, dirty talk (it's Carlos alca-rizz pls). Minors dni.

You had met Carlos' family before. That in itself wasn't new. The difference was that tonight you had gone to dinner with all of them, whereas you had only properly interacted with his mum or younger brothers during the time you used to play tennis yourself.

The dinner had gone objectively well, with your boyfriend holding you hand under the table every time he sensed that you were even slightly uncomfortable. That little gesture made your heart melt for him more.

By the end of the night, you were feeling more comfortable seated between Carlos and his older brother, chatting animatedly with his family comfortably.

Back at your hotel, as he watched you brush your hair and get ready for bed, Your boyfriend couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to make you a permanent part of his family. He thought about getting a beach house with you in the south of Spain, with some beach in your backyard. He thought of a dog or three that you would pick. Most importantly, he thought about you being pregnant, your tummy round with his children and him taking care of you.

"a penny for your thoughts, guapo?" she you ask as you turn in your seat to look at him.

"ven aqui," he says, tapping his lap for you to go sit, which you dont hesitate to do

you straddle him and he wraps his arms around your waist, making you comfortable in his lap.

"i was just thinking about how good you looked tonight with my family, and my younger siblings. it made me want to start one with you," he said as his hands go under the oversized Duran Duran t-shirt you were wearing. his warm touch made your stomach turn sweetly. you looked into his soft brown eyes and found sincerity in them, one that you had not been expecting to find.

"do you want me to give you children, mi amor?" he asks ans he lightly juts his hips into yours. you knew what he wanted. you had wanted it too. all night in fact

"yes, carlos," you say breathlessly

his hand comes to the back of your neck as he presses a sweet kiss to you lips. your hips begin to rub against his, making his grip on your waist tighter. you moan into his mouth as his tingue tastes you and his hands run down your body to the hem of your shirt

he reaches under your tee shirt to try and get you out of the cloth and pulls away fromthe kiss to lift it over your head. he looks at you, bereft of clothing exept for your barely covering it underwear.

his hand lifts to toy with your nipples, gently tugging and squeezing the engorged bud. you like.it so much that it makes you bdy arch towards him. his mouthr cobers your other nipple, nibbling and licking and sucking on the taunt flesh. making you hotter. making you weter. making you cry out his name.

"fuck, thats the prettiest sound ive ever heard in my life mi amor," be cooed as he played with your breasts. you began to grind against him with more fevor, making him groan against your chest

"more, please more," you whimper helplessly, desperately trying to get him where you needed him the most, and its like your prayers were answered because he immediately detached from your chest and went to kiss a spot on your neck that he knew drove you mad, all while his hamds made their way down to the hem of your thong. his fingers hooked the silky fabric and began to try and himmy it down your legs. when he realised that this was taking him nowhere, he decided to rip the fabric clean off, making you gasp

unable to hold himself back anymore, he flips the both of you overand kneels at the foot of the bed, pulling you towards him and making himself level with your glistening pussy

"carajo, muñeca. eres tan perfecta," he says before sucking on your hard nub, dragging his tongue against your bundle of nerves.

>"oh my god, carlos,"you moan out as you drag your fingers through him soft dark curls. he looks up at you as he continues his ministrations. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flustered and delirious. the total opposite of yourusual composed and calculated self. he loved hearing you beg and scream and moan. he especially loved that he was the onewho did that to you.

you began to grind your hips against his face, despereately searching for more friction until his hands squeezed your thighs, holding them in place. one of his hnds went between your legs to collect some of your wetness on his fingers. need to keep you wet as i can he thinks to himselfas he curls his fingers up inside of you, making your hips stutter. it was driving you mad, how close you were

"come on, bebé, you can do it," he encouraged as he thrusts hisstill curled fingers in and out of you. with a strangled cry and a shuddering body, you came all over his fingers and face. he fingered you through it, whispering to you how good you were for him and how it turned him on to see you like that, at his mercy

he pulled away to undress himself as you came down, but you still watched his every movement.

it never got old to you

oncwe he was fully unclothed, he ran his fingers over your wetness, collecting some of it and using it to stroke himself. he looked so painflly hard and ready. it made you wet all over again, seeing him do that.

he ran the leaking head of his cock obver your slit, ccoating t with his warm precum. it made you let ouf the neediest , most pathetic whimper ever. god, you were so embarrased by it that you bit your lip.

"dont do that, hermosa," he chide as he leaned down to kiss you on the lips."i want to hear all the pretty sounds you make."

his words made yoyr head light, or maybe it was the head of his cock slowly entering your tight pussy. whatever it was, you were enjoying it

"ah, fuck," he groans as he grabs the sheets with his fist. you moaned as well, grabbing his biceps for purchase as he slowly bottomed out in you

"i love you," he whispers as he enters you completely. the sincerity of his voice makes tears spring into your eyes

"i love you," you respond as he begins to slowly thrust into you

his strokes were slow and gentle at first, making you get used to the stretch and intrusion, making you relax so hecould give you what you wanted. your hips began to move against his, meeting his thrusts

"tan bonita, tan preciosa, todos para mi," he groans as he picks up speed, rutting into you with purpose.

your breathing got shallower the closer he brought you to your orgasm. you felt so in love inthat moment as you stared up at him with rose tinted irises. you clech around him as you come for the second time. he continues to thrust into you, this time flicking your clit with his thum. the overstimulation makes you clench and jerk uncontrollably as you cry out his name.

"asi, mi amor, you can do it again.you can give me one more," he groans as his th rusts pick up more speed

"i- i- "you choke out. you feel him getting to you, his fingers on your clit, his thrusts against that ribbed spot inside you, his cock twitching with every thrust

"i cant," you cry out as you feel him get closer and bringing you along with him.

"you can mi amor. you can do it," he grunts. "come on, just one more. i know you can."

your breath catches as you feel your third orgasm wash over you, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. your body trembles and yoir pussy clenches, making carlos release his large hot load in you with a groan. you stare up at him as you try to regain your breath.

"i love you, he rasped as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"i love you," you respond , holding him close

[riacte]

shitty ooc symmetree socmed continued idk

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🌱 inthelittlewood

screaming crying shaking chopping my head off with an axe throwing myself off a bridge bleeding my heart smashing my hourglass etc etc

#CHAT ITS HAPPENING #OMG #HOLY SHIT #😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 #THE CANDLE PRAYER CIRCLE WORKED EEEEEEEE

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🔥🔥 WE ARE SO BACK WE’RE PI-RATS TOGETHER!!!!1 🔥🔥

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ren likes snuggling? 😆🌈

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oh smuggling

#i thought he was making a statement… #close enough congrats martyn #wish i was in rats too tho #lol

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ren is actually a redstone genius

🌱 inthelittlewood

please use the sarcasm tone tag

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ren is actually a redstone genius /srs

🌱 inthelittlewood

🤨

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😭😭 it doesn’t take much for people to look like redstone geniuses around me 😭😭

#im ✨girlfailure✨ #i have no idea what’s going on

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so much rat renchanting on the dash… I Know What You Are

#😄 #im crying he was so fast with the reblogs too

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How long does it take for amethyst to grow

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i keep on ending up in these situations with ren ohh naurr 💀

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@/inthelittlewood i think he likes old women

🌱 inthelittlewood

???????????

#FALSE???? #HFHDHDJSJDJ #what made you say this #can i go to the geode too #please please plslslslss

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[jewreallythinkthat]

Wait.

You blew my mind with:

“Canonically in Tanach, there is an admittance that other gods exist”

I didn’t know this! I’m agnostic, and not in anyway Jewish, but trying to learn more about peoples and cultures other than the one I was raised.

I always thought Jewish monotheism was similar to Xtian (if we can call the trinity monotheistic!) in that, there’s only one god and any other claims are people being mistaken because people.

Is this not the view in Judaism then? Is it like, there’s only one god Jews care about because covenant? Others exist and it’s fine for gentiles to worship them?

Hey Nonnie!

So like everything in Judaism, it's a hotly debated topic - and please other people on Jumblr, feel free to join in the convo! I cannot speak for all Jews so this is just my opinion and conclusions I've drawn from chats about Thai with friends.

There's a couple of points you've mentioned which I'll address (a bit out of order) if that's ok?

So about the trinity in Christianity, I've always found it a little bizarre as to me, the monotheism of having three 'aspects' of god is a bit ... Dodgy? I've never really been able to see how it can count as monotheism when prayers are literally sent to the father, the son and the holy spirit. But also, I'm not Christian and I'm sure someone may be able to hop in and explain how that doesn't count as praying to different gods!

I'm regard to the Jewish view of deities - I think a few quotes from the Tanach may be useful for this one. The translation I'm using is from Chabad online as I cannot be bothered to get my Tanach from the other side of the room and transcribe. Translations often vary a bit here and I prefer the ones I grew up with but the general gist will be there. I've highlighted the bits I view as especially important in red.

So first -

Genesis, chapter 1, verse 26

And God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness, and they shall rule over the fish of the sea and over the fowl of the heaven and over the animals and over all the earth and over all the creeping things that creep upon the earth."

Genesis chapter 3, verse 22

Now the Lord God said, "Behold man has become like one of us, having the ability of knowing good and evil, and now, lest he stretch forth his hand and take also from the Tree of Life and eat and live forever."

I mean this, to me, implies G-d to be talking to others right? God says "our", as if more than one is there at the time, almost observing the creation. In the second one, again God is talking other beings which must be like God for they are referred to by the collective 'us'.

Exodus, chapter 20, verses 1-5 (the start of the first reading of the 10 commandments)

God spoke all these words, to respond:

"I am the Lord, your God, Who took you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.

You shall not have the gods of others in My presence.

You shall not make for yourself a graven image or any likeness which is in the heavens above, which is on the earth below, or which is in the water beneath the earth.

You shall neither prostrate yourself before them nor worship them, for I, the Lord, your God, am a zealous God, Who visits the iniquity of the fathers upon the sons, upon the third and the fourth generation of those who hate Me,

So this is where it gets interesting. There is specificity in the first line 'your God', not the God of other people but specifically the people Yisrael for this is addressed to them and them alone. This then is followed by explicit acknowledgement that other peoples have their own gods and to worship them is a BIG no no.

This is also where we get another famous antisemitic trope from - the idea that Jews think they are better than others because they are the 'chosen' people. This is, of course, bollocks. Not only is the 'chose' more like chosen to do the washing up rather than chosen as favourite, it is also specifically to do with the Jews as the ones with whom God, our God, has the covenant. We are the ones in the contract, chosen to have to fulfill the mitzvot. The Jews were the ones with the king list of things they had to do while others are not bound by the covenant and may do as they please.

Now from the Haggadah (which tells the story of the exodus and is ready during the Passover Seder) we have this - it's the section about the 10th plague so there is a lot of talk of death and child death.

As it is said: “I shall pass through the land of Egypt on that night; I shall kill every firstborn son in the land of Egypt, man and beast, and I shall pass judgment on all the gods of Egypt: I am the LORD.”

“I shall pass through the land of Egypt on that night” – I and no angel. “I shall kill every firstborn son in the land of Egypt” – I and no seraph. “And I shall pass judgment on all the gods of Egypt” – I and no emissary. “I am the LORD” – It is I and no other.

We have explicit mention that the Egyptians have their own gods. We also have the final line - 'it is I and no other' - why would God need to clarify it is Godsself rather than a different god, unless God I is acknowledging there are other godly beings? It's also worth nothing, the judgment and punishment on the Egyptians is not a punishment for worshipping other gods for the Egyptians never entered into a covenant with Hashem - the Israelites who built the golden calf however did suffer quite severe punishment.

If there are other gods, the others have nothing to do with me because theyre not the one my people have a covenant with. If others want to worship them, I don't care. It doesn't affect me in any way so they can do what they want 🤣

I also, from a personal pov, like the fact that this horrific thing, the slaying of the first born, would be performed by God rather than being delegated to an angel or a seraph. There's something about the big boss taking on the worst of the jobs (as it were) which I really respect as clearly God has emotions (from the line about God being jealous) and I cannot imagine that slaying the first borns (of all ages, not just children, it just says every priest born) is a task that would have been anything other than mentally destroying.

It's also important to note that I do not believe this happened - otherwise I'd not be so flippant about mentions of child death and murder. I view the Torah as the written version of the oral histories of the Jewish people, a tribe's oral history that like with many indigenous peoples oral histories, has been embellished and mythologised. It's a good story with grains of truth to tell the history of how the people Yisrael came to be, how our culture and people became not just a group of random tribes but a community with shared history and culture and traditions.

I'm never sure if I believe God exists. Some days I really do wish there ot be something else - often when I think about achievements that I've done which are the result of the help of family members who have since died and I like the idea that they could still be there in some way to enjoy and see how grateful I am for them helping me get to where I am. Other times, I look at things like October 7th, the famine in Sudan, the innocents dying in Gaza, genocides in Rwanda, Bosnia, Cambodia etc and I think "how could a god allow this to happen". There is so much suffering in the world and I cannot bring myself to believe that a god could condone that when they have the power to literally create the world, to strike Egypt with the plages, when they have the power to stop the suffering.

I'm glad that in Judaism, we don't focus on the afterlife in the way I see it centred in Christianity and Islam. I don't view the notions of Heaven and Hell as beneficial and while ther are notions of them in Judaism, they've generally very much sidelined and not centered in conversation.

While the beneficiary of help does not care if you have helped them altruistically or because you think it will help you get into heaven, the concepts of heaven and hell have been used to slaughter so many innocents in the name of religion and I am thankful that for me, I've never seen this in Judaism because the important stuff is what happens when you're alive. You should be focussing on the here and now, to try and complete as many of God's commandments as possible. What happens when you die? Well frankly that's a problem for you when you get there. (Obviously I know there are extremists within the Jewish world - ie WB Settlers - but they are such a small minority and certainly are not a major part of the history of our people)

Anyway, this answer sort of got away from me so sorry about that. I hope you at least found it interesting and enjoy the foray into learning about other cultures!

[mc-lukanette]

"You want me to patrol?" Luka asked, staring down at the snake miraculous being held out to him.

Ladybug nodded. "Yeah! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be great at it!"

That wasn't what he'd been thinking about, actually. Taking the miraculous from her hand and putting it on - something she looked oddly pleased about - he pressed, "I don't mind, but why do you want me to do it?"

The miraculous shifted into its disguised state, a light coming off to bring Sass back into existence. The kwami reclined back like he was lounging in an invisible chair, then waved a paw and replied, "Public opinion."

Luka stared, still feeling lost.

Ladybug tilted her head in Sass's direction, continuing, "It's hard for snake heroes to gain any favor from the public. Real snakes are scary for people and no one can understand your power more than you can."

He vaguely understood that. To everyone else, the snake's powers weren't particularly flashy and the only one who got to experience the reset timelines was him. He'd never particularly considered how people thought about it as he didn't really care, but he acknowledged that the two were making sense.

"I care about all my heroes," Ladybug added, putting her hands on her hips, "and I want the public to care about them too. I'm sure all you need to do is go out there, put on a little snake charm, maybe tell a few stories about your timelines, and everyone will get that Viperion does great work just like everyone else, if not greater."

He couldn't be sure if she'd added on the end because she meant it, or because she could only gauge his success rather than his time and effort. The thought that she considered him a hard enough worker that he could outpace others made him smile.

"I'll do it. Thank you, Ladybug."

She beamed. "No, thank you." She took his wrist with the bangle in both hands and lifted it to her chest level, as if reciting a prayer to it. "I have my own things to do, but I know you'll do a good job with or without me!"

He nodded obediently. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"No! Or—" She paused, pursing her lips. It was the face of someone who felt like they were forgetting something. "Mm, not know, but..."

She pulled out her yoyo, popping it open and slipping her hand inside. Her tongue stuck out to the side as she searched for whatever she was looking for, at one point putting her whole forearm in. When the movement stopped, she lit up with a delighted, "Aha!" and lifted out a folded sheet of paper. She unfolded it to give it a quick check, then happily handed it over to him.

It was a map of Paris, lines snaking across with numbered indicators and circled locations. He would've assumed it was Ladybug's that she was letting him borrow if not for the "Property of Viperion" written in the corner, both 'i's dotted with hearts.

It was cute.

Ladybug sidled up next to him, pointing to the various parts of the map to explain, "This is the quickest way to get around the city while still making sure you're being thorough. The circled spots are where you can meet with a lot of people at once; great for public image. Even Chat doesn't know these."

"Really?" Despite the teasing tone in her voice, he knew she wasn't lying.

"He doesn't need it. He's a cat and people love cats." She rolled her eyes in faux exasperation, then nudged him with a playful smile. "We snakes and ladybugs have to stick together, right?"

He smiled back. He had no idea where this whole conversation of hers had come from, but he nodded and agreed, "Right."

And with that, she was ready to go, stepping away and waving him goodbye before heading off. Luka waved back, but felt eyes on him and turned his head to see Sass staring at him with a knowing expression.

"...What?"

He learned that day that Sass hissed when chuckling.

——

Patrolling was entirely different from fighting akuma, Viperion learned. There wasn't any real tension so long as he didn't find anything, and it felt like it served a nice role in getting him further acclimated to his hero self. He could jump and travel around easily enough when he was called upon, but it didn't escape him how his jumps grew more confident and his landings more solid as time went on.

Whenever he came across a circled area on the map, he would do as Ladybug had recommended and talk to the various civilians he'd find there. Unlike what he imagined would happen with Ladybug or Chat Noir, he had to check on them first rather than being called over for pictures or comments. It didn't bother him beyond the concern that he wasn't doing as much as Ladybug asked, but he couldn't verify until he went back to her.

Time passed smoothly enough, Viperion mentally checking off the map's numbers as he went. Near the end of the patrolling path happened to be around Marinette's house too, so he was in a good mood.

He was within eyesight of the place when someone suddenly called out, "Hey, Viperion~!"

He almost faltered, looking out towards the familiar voice to see Marinette on her balcony and excitedly trying to wave him down. He smiled unconsciously, feeling the natural pull she always had on him that urged him closer, but snapped out of it when he remembered that he was Viperion at the moment. He was supposed to be a stranger to her.

Taking one more look at his map, he noted the circle - oddly enough - right around the bakery. He supposed it could've been referring to the park nearby, but regardless, he was meant to be talking to civilians and Marinette was indeed a civilian.

If it wasn't what Ladybug had in mind, he'd twist the rules just this once.

Giving Marinette a look to convey his intent, he waited for her to step back before leaping towards her, allowing him enough space on the balcony to safely land. It was equally helpful that some of the various things on the surface had been moved in such a way that he'd had a clear place to drop onto.

"Hey... citizen." Wow, that sounded bizarre. "Can I help you?"

She giggled - cute - and nodded at him. Beckoning to him, she stepped back towards the entrance to her bedroom. "Yeah. Come with me for a minute."

She was so forward about it that Viperion genuinely wondered if this was just something that happened with heroes, or only with Marinette specifically. Perhaps Ladybug had even been invited inside before?

He couldn't bring himself to refuse her, so he followed her down onto her bed, then down the stairs to the main part of her room. He watched her walk across and bend down to the chest near her chaise lounge, her hands fiddling with the latch to open it. She reached inside and pulled out something teal, but he couldn't quite see what it was with her body obscuring it.

Marinette, careful not to show him what was in her arms, walked over to a full-body mirror nearby. Finally turning to him, she held up the object and asked, "What do you think?"

Viperion's jaw dropped. There in her arms was a Viperion plush and, judging from his own reflection in the mirror, she'd even gotten the smaller details right. He got the distinct feeling that she had looked at him more than he'd looked at himself just to ensure that the plush was accurate.

"Wow, it's..." He approached, reaching out but not feeling able to touch the plush, as if he wasn't worthy of it. At Marinette's encouragement, he gingerly held one of the little arms and gave it a squish to test its softness. "This is incredible work."

"Thanks." She beamed, swaying her hips and looking pleased with herself. "I try to make one of everyone, but this one's my favorite."

He looked at her questioningly, touched yet confused, but she wasn't meeting his eyes anymore. Her gaze turning back at the chest, she gently placed the plush in his arms and returned to her collection to start pulling more of her work out.

Viperion glanced at the stuffed imitation of him, unsure of how to handle it but doing his best to give it support. Marinette must've seen him at some point while setting out plushies, given the otherwise random giggle she'd let out.

After roughly a minute, she'd finished, sitting in the middle of the two groups she'd set out and spreading her arms out above them. Indeed, there was a group of plush superheroes to one side of her and even a group of plush akuma to the other. If he really eyed their details, he could tell which had been made when she was just starting out and which she'd done recently once she had experience, but it was all equally impressive to him.

Bringing the plush with him, he sat down in front of her and let it sit on his lap. He couldn't care less what he'd looked like, too busy admiring her work. His face must've shown it without him saying anything, as she puffed her chest out like she was basking in the unspoken praise.

Then, his eyes locked on something purple, black, and out of place amongst the heroes. In any other circumstance, he probably wouldn't have focused or commented on it, but it was also of him: specifically, Silencer, his akumatized self who had relentlessly chased down Bob Roth and stolen the voices of multiple people, including Ladybug herself. Bitter memories rushed back to him of waking up after the fact and fearing what might've happened while he'd been under someone else's control, the worst being if he'd hurt Marinette in some way

"That's an akuma," he said flatly. His own tone caught him off guard, but Marinette either didn't notice or didn't mind his disdain for that particular plush.

She followed his gaze to the mini Silencer in question. Rather than realizing that she'd made a mistake, she smiled, picking up the plush and setting it on her lap. Hand resting on the soft helmet on its head, she looked at him and explained, "Yeah, but... he's a hero to me."

She couldn't keep saying things like that to him without elaboration. He could only take so much without letting his civilian self show.

Thankfully, she elaborated this time, "People at my school get akumatized all the time; sometimes right in front of me. I have to run away from them as fast as I can, because even if they're not after me, I'm still another potential target for them." She turned the plush so she could look at its face, her eyes going soft as she continued, "Silencer was the first time someone got akumatized to protect me; when I felt honored to be protected. He didn't want my attention either, he wanted to get revenge because of what Bob Roth did."

Viperion hadn't known that. He'd had a brief discussion with Marinette about something he'd apparently said, but he'd been needed on stage and couldn't finish any sort of conversation with her. It warmed him greatly, knowing that she appreciated him even as an akuma.

"Sure, he was still another one of Hawk Moth's akuma, so Ladybug had to take care of him," she acknowledged, "but I think he's a little misunderstood, like you."

"Like me?"

She nodded, bringing back her point from earlier. "That's why the Viperion plush is my favorite. You're the least popular out of everyone, but I bet you do so much work during your Second Chances. Even though you should be getting more credit for it, no one notices until you're going around—" She gestured between them, indicating their current situation. "—like this."

He grew quiet, already seeing the connection. His heart sank at the thought.

"...It's relatable," she whispered with a sad smile, her fingertips trailing across the top ridge of the plush Silencer's helmet, "not being noticed for what you can do, people seeing you at your surface level..."

Shifting, Viperion held his plush self to his chest and moved within arm's reach of her. With his free hand, he reached out, cupping her cheek to tilt her face up to him.

Quietly, but firmly, he told her, "For what it's worth, I think you deserve to be noticed for all of you, not just the part that people decide to see."

It was definitely pushing the boundaries of what he should be "allowed" to do as a hero, but at its core, Viperion thought that that's what a hero was meant to do. Saving Paris was only the surface level of what people saw heroism as: the deeper, more important part was to care for the emotional well-being of the civilians.

He'd already gone through akumatization once and he'd never wish such an experience on Marinette. Keeping her happy was a top priority for him, both before and now, regardless of how she felt about him.

Her mouth curving back into the smile he'd missed in its short time away, Marinette reached up and placed her hand over his. "Thank you. Sorry if I brought the mood down."

"This is my job—" It wasn't, not in the way she'd be thinking of anyway. "—and it's not much compared to what you did. Thanks for appreciating me."

She nodded, eyes shining with her own gratefulness. There seemed to be more that she wanted to say, but she dropped his hand and shook her head to rid herself of it. Regretfully, she admitted, "I shouldn't keep you any longer."

He nearly blurted out that she could keep him forever if she wanted, but he held back. Equally as regretful as her, he returned the Viperion plush to her waiting hands.

Marinette took it, taking the plush in her free hand and scooting out of the way. The movement left a Marinette-sized space where she'd been, which is where she decided to set the plush down. Putting the Silencer plush back where he was before, she also took the Ladybug plush and let it settle next to the Viperion one.

It left the two as the only ones in the once-empty spot.

"They look good together," she commented, looking over her shoulder at him.

He stared, not sure how to feel about his crush having an opinion on his relationship with someone else, but he didn't express it. She clearly thought highly of his partnership with Ladybug in a way no one else did, which he considered a positive.

"...Yeah." He grinned at her. "I think so too."

——

"So?" Ladybug clasped her hands together, curiosity in her eyes. "How'd it go?"

"I got to talk to people," Luka replied vaguely as he handed the miraculous back to her. His visit with Marinette had made everything else fuzzy by comparison. "There was no trouble, but there was only one person who wanted to see Viperion."

"I'm sure that'll change!" she assured, her blinding confidence thoroughly astounding him. Leaning in and grasping his shoulders, she insisted, "You deserve to be appreciated, whether that's as a civilian, a hero, or an akuma."

He went to thank her, practically overflowing with all the affection he'd received at that point, but he paused when her words truly registered with him.

Ladybug, however, didn't give him a chance to respond. She stepped away, stashing the snake miraculous into her yoyo and making her escape back out into the city with her usual wave of good-bye.

Luka was certain that he'd heard properly: she'd said akuma. He supposed it could just be a coincidence that Marinette and Ladybug had both happened to reference his akumatized self, but Ladybug's expression had hinted to him that it was more than that. It had been strange to him that Marinette's balcony had been open for him, and even more so that Marinette happened to be there like she was waiting for him. If both she and Ladybug had wanted him to feel appreciated (mission accomplished on that one, obviously), then it was possible that they'd teamed up to give him a double dose of gratitude.

Or at least, that must've been the reason, because the only other option was—

Ah.

Just like that, Luka blushed a deep shade of red, the memory of Marinette placing the Ladybug and Viperion plushies together burning itself permanently into his mind.

[molarbeardoc]

Me when I write

Hope you all enjoy Cheshire Cat doomed yuri. This ship has grown on me a bit chat.

Also they start out dating? Woah that's rare from me

Enjoy hurhurhur

Edit before Posting #1: WTF SHE’S 6’7?! 9’0+ WITH THE HAT?! Oh my God she’s literally a fucking GIANT!!!!!!!

EBP #2: Urg I made myself jealous can’t wait to cause suffering

EBP #3: OH YEAH I should probably mention blood and character death warning. It does get a bit graphic towards the end. Viewer discretion is advised.

The elevator was noisy...

And full

Full and noisy...

She hated that.

Two of the things that she hated the most, combining into one awful physical hell.

Her ears flattened as each voice jumbled with one another.

"Brick boy."

"*KRRTZ* WA-WARNING PROTOCOL INITIATED! Animals of such large aren't allowed in the estabilishment! Please re-relocate."

"You wouldn't even hear a fly buzzing around through that thick wooded skull."

"I hate that um... dumb green cat."

So much noise, so many arguments. And then that dumb animatronic had the nerve to say she wasn’t allowed. Sure she wasn’t the thinnest cat but what she lacked there she made up for in strength. At least she thought she was strong.

Ugh! Why is she thinking so hard about this?! She just needs to get to the WHEEL OF floor, then she can get off this elevator and not have to worry about psychos anymore.

As if she spoke it into existence, the elevator dinged before its doors opened, revealing the floor as she let out a quiet prayer and sighed. She wasted no time to push past the others, earning her a few confused stares as she exited the elevator.

She made sure her tail wasn’t caught in the door, as that had happened before and trust her, not only was it painful but she nearly lost it entire, before turning her gaze to the purple suited deity that sat on the crates near the wheel. Her closed eyes opening at the sound of someone’s arrival.

"Retro!"

The feline purred as she heard the adoration in Mach’s voice, rushing over and climbing onto the stage before sitting next to her.

"Mrrow!" «Hi Mach!»

"What brings you here?"

DrRETRO rolled her eyes as she looked at the deity, who was now leaning forward with a knowing grin on her face.

"Meow!" «I know that look. You know why I’m here!»

"Yeah I know! I missed you."

"Meow.." «It’s only been a day.»

"That long?! Yeesh I don’t wanna know how two days are like!"

Before DrRETRO could respond, she heard the sound of a metal door slamming open. Of course being a cat, well katball, she was startled by it; instinctively jumping back to avoid possible danger.

Instead, she was met with the cowardly, caterpillar, clown. Pilby was staring at the two awkwardly, their face contorting into one of anxiety.

"D'ohhh… I’m sorry. Am I messing something up. Heugh I always mess up :0(…"

"Pilby we’ve talked about this, you’re not a mess up. You’re not interrupting anything."

"Oh good golly. I’m sorry Mach."

"It’s okay. You’re fine! If you wanna go on the elevator, you can. They haven’t left yet."

Pilby turned towards the open doors. Upon hearing and seeing the chaos that occurred, they shook their head rapidly.

"Oh fiddle faddle! That looks overwhelming! I prefer to stay here please…"

"Suit yourself."

She turned towards the startled cat, chuckling quietly as she lifted her top hat. At least the caterpillar wasn’t alone when it came to feeling afraid..

The doors of the elevator closed, taking the rowdy crowd with it as it began to ascend.

"Me-" «So-»

The doctor couldn’t even finish her statement- erm meow before she was pulled close and given several kisses on her forehead by Mach. As much as the feline loved it, she wouldn’t let her get away with this. At least not without a challenge, trashing around as she purred in an attempt to escape.

"Hey stop that! I’m not finished with you yet!"

DrRETRO continued her attempt at escape, her purring becoming louder before she eventually gave in. It’s not like she didn’t enjoy it, after all, anything that came from the deity was practically a gift… At least to her.

"Mrrrooow.." «I let you win this time.»

"Sure you did."

Mach held the face of the feline, looking down at her with a smile as she rubbed her cheeks.

"You’re really soft you know that?"

"Mmmrreow!" «Who do you take me for? Bive? I shower every day!»

"Yet you’re still a big, fat, stinker."

"Purrrr…" «I’m your big, fat, stinker.»

"Touché."

Pilby was left watching the two from the side, smiling as they listened to their adorable conversation. They found their relationship to be like two middle schoolers who had just gotten together, being all lovey dovey and overly affectionate with each other. They were glad they had fallen for one another.

Mach being the keeper and caretaker for the "[X] OF" floors, had a tendency to overwork herself. The last time that happened, someone ended up getting a hammer straight to the gut; and based off the sound, they were pretty sure it took a while before that person had actually healed. Not to mention Mach was left were a darker coloured hammer than what she originally had.

She did eventually attempt to apologize to them but the damage had been done and they immediately ran off before she could get halfway through her statements. They never heard or saw it happening again… But they were pretty certain it did when they weren’t around…

DrRETRO was similar. Usually overworking herself to give others check up. From what Pil heard, Bive was the most difficult one to handle, typically having to either be held down or knocked out to get her to comply. Just the sound of it seemed exhausting and irritating…

The difference between the two was DrRETRO fought dirty, going for quick and deadly attacks or attempting to cause some sort of permanent damage to her opponent. They were certain this had to do with her going to prison as they once witnessed, first hand, along with Mark and Spud!, her and Gnarpy get into a giant cat fight. Fur flying in frenzy as they fought tooth and claw. Even with the alien having the extra limbed advantage, xe still lost horribly due to Retro’s size and strength. Pilby even thought with Gnarpy’s zapper or whatever xe called it, xey would still lose!

They were certain the only reason why the katball even decided to heal xem was because Spud! asked her to! The very guy that hated Gnarpy ended up feeling bad for how badly xe lost the battle. Apparently that was enough to get the doctor to lift her glasses and beam the poor Gnarpian. As stoic as Gnarpy was, they had never seen xem look at someone with such hatred yet also pure terror in their four eyes.

Ever since then if either one saw the other on the elevator they flat out refused to enter it. They could’ve swore they even saw Gnarpy flinch one time when DrRETRO narrowed her eyes at xem.

However, it’s like they both tried to better themselves for the other. Both never overworked themselves since they got together, like they wanted to be the best version they could be for each other. It was absolutely adorable in the caterpillars eyes. Sometimes they even had little sleep overs! Mach typically left Pilby in charge when she was gone but always made sure that every task, except the easier ones so they didn’t feel useless, were already completed to prevent any accidents.

They watched as the two enjoyed each other’s company, talking and dropping the occasional pet name or tease. After a few minutes they decided to leave them alone, quietly walking across the stage and walking through the other metal door.

"Waowee, they’re adorable! I’m happy for them."

Mach listened as DrRETRO ranted about her day. From the rowdy elevator, to uncooperative or annoying patients, and even Jermbo not helping her out as he promised. He was always selling his pops that made everyone drop like flies… Well more like turn to dust. Mach witnessed it happen once, it freaked her out to think that something so simple could disintegrate someone just like that.

"So in other words, your day so far hasn’t been ideal."

"Mrraow…" «Yeah...»

"Well at least you’re here with me. I’m sure my mere presence can brighten it."

"Mew." «You’re so egocentric.»

"I am not! I’m just being honest!"

The feline rolled her eyes as she looked towards Mach, continuing to purr quietly with a small grin on her face.

"Mrrow..?" «Hey Mach?»

"Hm?"

"Mrreoww… Meow…?" «Maybe I’ve been listening to Split talk too much about Bive’s conspiracy theories but… You really think there’s other versions of you?»

"What?"

"Meow! Meww…" «You know like if there are different versions of you! Maybe a you that wears pink suit instead of purple?»

"That sounds like a fashion disaster, everyone knows purple is the superior colour."

"Meow! Mmmeow? Mrrow…" «Oh come on I’m being serious! Maybe in a different universe we switch roles? I take care of the Wheel of or Hall of or Wall of or whatever and you’re the one taking care of the others.»

"I mean… It sounds like an interesting concept. I don’t think it’s entirely plausible though. Well maybe it could exist…"

"Meow!" «Maybe I have a giant top hat or I’m just a dog in another reality!»

"I’m sure my catself would still love your dog self."

…

"Merrow.." «That makes me wonder…»

"What?"

"Mrroww…" «Are we together in those realities?»

"Well I’m sure we are! Seems unlikely that we aren’t."

"Mew…" «Yeah… You’re right…»

"When am I not?"

Mach would take her hat before covering the doctor’s face with it, mischievous grin on her face to contrast her usual neutral expression.

"MROW!" «YOU LITTLE-!»

She pulled the hat off her face, an amused purr erupting from the feline as she gazed up at the deity.

The next few hours of theirs were just spent talking and enjoying each other’s company, and before long, it was time for DrRETRO to go. She bid her farewells as she made her way back to the elevator and pressing one of the buttons. As she waited, she felt a slight tug on her sleeve as she looked down towards the cowardly caterpillar she saw earlier.

"Heugh, you don’t mind if I come with you do you? I’m pretty sure most of the ones from earlier got off. Plus, I need to get something from Enphoso’s shop..."

She nodded with a purr, she never minded Pilby. They were a sweetheart and one of the few more tolerable beings to be around. Plus, it was just a quick trip to the store and back; she could wait that long for them. The elevator dinged, opening its doors to reveal a nearly empty elevator; minus a tired Lampert and reserved Pest.

The two didn’t say a word at DrRETRO and Pilby entered the elevator, keeping to themselves rather than engaging in small talk. Pilby was already completing the necessary steps to make it to their desired floor before shuffling back over to stand near DrRETRO.

Soon enough Lampert exited onto his IKEA floor and Pest left to scrounge the subways, leaving the caterpillar and katball alone.

"So uhm…"

She looked down at Pilby, tilting her head.

"How are you?

"Meow." «Good…»

"That’s nice… That’s good… D’ohhh sorry for making things awkward. I just couldn’t stand the silence anymore."

"Mrrow." «It’s okay, I understand.»

"Are you gonna get anything from Enphoso’s shop?"

"Mmmmrew." «Hmm, I don’t think so.»

"Maybe you could get a gift for Mach?"

"Mrow-?" «What-?»

"W-Well you don’t have to! I was just suggesting since you two are together now you could get something for her? Heugh! Sorry for invading I don’t mean to be a nosy busybody…"

"Meow!" «No no, that’s a good idea!»

"Oh… That’s good!"

Retro nodded. Why hadn’t she thought of it sooner?! It was perfect! But what kind of gift could she get her? Enphoso had some of the most… interesting items. She could’ve sworn she remembered seeing some sort of plushed golden doll. When asked about it, apparently it was called The Token of Midas. What it did, she didn’t even wanna find out. She knew little of Midas but she knew about how everything he touched turned to gold.

That wasn’t a risk she wanted to take.

She was pulled from her thoughts as a small ding was heard, the doors of the elevator opening and revealing the cheery music of Enphoso’s Shop. The katball and caterpillar stepped out of the elevator as its doors closed behind them.

"Hello!"

An overwhelmingly cheerful and echoing voice spoke out. One she had heard many times, it was like a broken record.

"Welcome to my store. I only sell glig glags and doo dads, so be sure to pay up at the front desk! BUT DON'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM ME."

Yet another empty threat of the yellow, smiling, cashier. She had witnessed Pest swipe items from the shelves and face no consequences almost as many times as she heard its voice. Either Enphoso was extremely blind or extremely stupid; maybe even a bit of both.

Pilby had wasted no time to gather their items, which was simply some more apples and a small tub of frosting. DrRETRO was taking much longer however, carefully scanning the shelves for the perfect gift as Pilby watched from afar.

"What’s she looking for? Are my glig glags and doo dads not enough? Or is she planning on stealing..?"

The caterpillar jumped back out of fear. They never heard Enphoso speak in such a quiet yet malicious manner, the glare it sent them didn’t help either.

"Honk! Sh-She’s just looking for a-a gift for someone..!"

"You better not be lying caterpillar. I hate accomplices just as much as their thieving frie-"

It was cut off as someone cleared their throat. Enphoso looked up, its chilling smile remaining on its face as it looked at the katball doctor.

"Took you long enough, silly!"

DrRETRO merely rolled her eyes and placed a purple bowling ball on the counter. She would have preferred flowers but of course it didn’t have any… Weird smiley face.

"Will that be all?"

"Mrrew.." «Yes..»

The two watched as it rung up their items and sent them on their way.

"See you later! Hope you enjoyed your stay…"

Enphoso’s high pitched giggles could be heard as the elevator doors closed, freaky weirdo smiley face. What was wrong with that thing? It was always acting so weird.. She didn’t like it at all.

"I don’t think that thing likes you very much."

"Meow." «I don’t like it either.»

"That’s fair. What’d you get?"

"Mrrow. Mraow." «This purple bowling ball. I wanted to get her flowers, but just my luck that thing didn’t sell them.»

"Maybe you can get her flowers later?"

"Mrow-" «Maybe I could-»

The sound of metal and concrete scraping against each other cut her off. Both she and Pilby lifted their heads and looked at the ceiling towards two holes that replaced where the fluorescent lights would be.

"Mrrow..?" «What in the…?»

The caterpillar had already backed away, not wanting to get too close in case electrical wires fell from the openings. For DrRETRO? Curiosity killed the cat. One moment there was just confused staring and questioning mrrows, the next the sound of the bowling ball cracking as it hit the floor along with a cut off excruciating yowl.

Pilby could do nothing but stare in horror as the sound of metal pierced flesh and broke through bones filled their ears, the feeling of warm blood splattering on them as they dropped their newly bought items and covered their mouth in shock.

The caterpillar watched as DrRETRO quivered a few times before falling completely still, her eyes dull and lifeless as the metal spike that pierced her body slowly lifted back into the ceiling; dripping the thick crimson liquid from its tip and onto the floor. The katball laid there motionless, her fur stained red and skull cracked open.

The sight was too grotesque for Pilby, causing them to look away while crying. They felt sick to their stomach, they wanted to throw up. They were covered in blood, good GOD they were covered in her blood. What were they gonna do? They what COULD they do?! They can’t just carry her back to her floor she was way too heavy and-

Wait…

How were they even gonna explain this to Mach?

How could they break this down for her?! "Yeah sorry your girlfriend is dead.." THAT’S NOT HOW YOU TELL PEOPLE SOMEONE DIED! Christ they had no idea what to do..

They turned back to the lifeless body behind them before looking at the cracked bowling ball. She bought it for Mach, it’d only be fair that she received the gift, even if it was not of use. It laid partially in the small crimson pool that had gathered around the doctor, Pilby picked it up and held it carefully before backing away. Their once white and green pale paws now stained as they picked up their own belongings.

They continued growing more and more queasy as the metallic smell of iron filled their nose. Upon hearing the ding of the elevator, they waited impatiently for the doors to open before running out, tears still streaming down their face as they rushed towards the stage.

Mach was still there, sitting on the wooden crate with her eyes closed before opening them as she heard the arrival of the elevator. A smile nearly graced her face before she saw the distressed and bloodied Pilby running towards her. Immediately she grew concerned, getting up and stepping off the stage.

"Huh- Pilby? What’s wrong? What happened?!"

Her grip on her hammer tightened as the caterpillar stopped abruptly in front of her, unsure of how to begin. She noticed the clown makeup on their face had started to run due to their tears, she noticed how they struggled to speak, she noticed the items that they held in their many arms. She kneeled down, carefully taking the items before placing them on the floor along with her hammer.

"Pilby. Calm down, it’s okay. You’re safe now."

"Hng- She- The-"

"Shhh… Calm down… It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. You’re not in any danger."

"The spikes-"

Spikes? She never really took the elevator anywhere, so she had no earthly idea what they were talking about. She knew a few of the floors such as the one where its bottom fell out, she thinks it was called the frightening floor..? She couldn’t entirely remember.. However, she did her best to comfort them holding two of their hands.

"What about spikes?"

"The lights moved an-and-"

"And…?"

"They killed her!"

Mach grew more concerned as they spoke.

"Killed who?"

"We were just coming back from the shop.. And it killed her."

"Pilby, who died?"

"She was looking at the holes in the ceiling, she was just looking, and then the spikes fell and one of them killed her. It killed DrRETRO!"

Mach felt her heart drop, her already pale face turning whiter at the news. There was no way… There was absolutely no way she was dead. She didn’t want to believe it. She refused to believe it!

"What..?"

"She’s in the elevator. I didn’t know what to do. I can’t carry her, she’s too heavy. I didn’t know if I should’ve taken her to her floor or not. I didn’t know! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-"

"…"

Mach listened as the caterpillar repeatedly apologized, slowly looking towards the elevator. The doors hadn’t closed yet, it was like it was begging her to take a glance. Begging her to see what it did. Like it wanted to prove her wrong..

"Stop apologizing… Head to your room…"

Pilby stood still as they watched the deity slowly make her way towards the elevator, they had stopped apologizing but they didn’t leave. Not yet. They were still too distressed to leave.

Mach cringed as she got closer to the elevator, she hadn’t even looked inside yet she could see the blood dripped off the railing and running down the walls. She took a deep breath before stepping inside, her stomach churning in disgust and despair at the grisly sight before her.

Before her lay the body of DrRETRO. From what she could tell the 'spike' had fallen through and pierced her from her skull through her stomach. Bits of bone and brain laid near her, her eyes were dull, blood had dripped from her mouth and stained her fur.

Mach let out a quiet sigh, forcing herself to stay calm for now. She couldn’t just leave her here but she had no clue what to do with her body. She looked at the buttons of the elevator, her mind coming up with an idea as she pressed them with shaking hands.

She pressed the frightening floor, searching her pockets for a coin before placing it in the slot.

She stepped off the elevator, staring into the eyes of DrRETRO as the doors slowly shut.

She turned towards Pilby, staring at the caterpillar as they trembled.

"Mach..?"

"Go get cleaned up.."

"… Okay…"

She sighed as they didn’t press further, however they did pause for a moment, picking up the cracked bowling ball and slowly making their way over to Mach.

"She heugh… She bought this for you… Enphoso didn’t have any flowers so she got this instead.."

Mach carefully took the bowling ball from the caterpillar before they left, going to get cleaned up as they muttered quietly to themselves and went through the metal door.

She stared at the purple bowling ball, gripping it tightly in her hands as tears began streaming down her face, staining her cheeks as she trembled. She wanted this to be some sort of horrible nightmare, she wanted this to be some sort of sick yet false reality. But the more she stared at it, the worse she felt. The more she stared, the more it sank in, the more she stared, the more she realized there was nothing she could do to change this outcome.

All Mach could do right now, was breakdown in silence..

RAHHHGGGGG LIVE LAUGH LOVE YURI!!!!

I fell asleep while writing the end and woke up with a headache sorry for any silly typos and horrible grammar that appears.

Hope you enjoyed it!!!!!

[holdnarrytight]

A little encanto one shot:

The kids take Bruno out shopping

Please be warned this isn't really going anywhere it's just a (very long) writing exercise I did like two years ago and never meant to post anywhere. With that said, pleeeeease let me know what you think! I often write stuff on my phone's notes and never actually post them cause I'm sooo insecure of my writing. Please don't be afraid to give me very specific feedback on what I could improve, it'd make my day. I enjoy writing but I don't do it much cause I feel so embarrassed and like I'm no good

Part 1:

The dining room was filled with the sounds of the scraping of chairs, clinking of plates and chatter as the family settled down to have breakfast. Pepa had cooked today. She had been cooking more often in the past few weeks, insisting her sister should get some rest. Julieta eventually learned to accept the much needed help.

"Recemos, familia" Alma said after taking a seat at the head of the table. She offered her hands to Pepa and Julieta, who were sitting next to her. The chatter died down as the rest of the family took each other's hands and closed their eyes. Alma said a prayer of gratitude for the food on the table and the family's constant blessings. After saying their amens, they dug into the meal.

Antonio looked around the table at his family eating and talking unbothered, confusion etched in his features. He glanced at the balcony where Bruno's door stood now level with the others, but it was closed.

He got onto his knees on the chair and leaned against his brother's side, putting his hand up to hide his message. Camilo paused and leaned closer curiously to listen. "Otra vez no viene tío Bruno?" Antonio whispered into his ear. Camilo quickly looked around to check if his tío was anywhere to be seen, then shook his head.

"Nah, I don't think so" He continued to eat.

Antonio sat back, not touching his food but looking down at his feet distractedly and fidgeting as thoughts raced through his mind. Hours after receiving his gift all those months ago, he had been told by the rats everything he needed to know about his estranged uncle who he'd heard so little about. A fascinating and heart-wrenching tale that made sure from then on Antonio would do anything in his reach to make sure his tío Bruno felt included in the family.

The day Casita was officially finished had been the happiest day of Antonio's life. Even happier than the day of his ceremony, when he was so nervous. It was happier because that day was all about joy. The family was reunited, the entire village came over and surprised the family with a great party to celebrate the occasion, giving them the opportunity to relax and be on the other side for once, without doing all the planning and cooking.

They laughed, danced, played music, ate and chatted with friends and family.

That evening, each family member touched the doorknobs on their brand new doors, bringing the visual representation of their gifts back in an awe-inspiring spectacle of light as the rooms were once again brought into reality. Some of them looked different as a result of the self-reflection they had done. Mirabel even got her own room that day, and Antonio couldn't have been happier for her.

That evening his tío Bruno took his hand and sat with him on the floor in a quiet area with their respective plates in hand. Antonio told his tío all about his life, his friends in the village, his school, his favourite games and toys, his gift and his animals. Bruno listened attentively, asking questions and encouraging him.

Bruno, in turn, told him stories about his childhood in the village and his pet rats. He made silly voices, funny jokes and took interest in everything Antonio had to say; eager to get to know his youngest sobrino whom he'd never had a chance to interact with. When they were done eating, Bruno gave his nephew a piggyback to the heart of the party where his parents were dancing and joined the fun with the rest of the family.

It went like this all night long, until Antonio got tired and his papá tucked him into bed and went right back to partying.

After such special hours spent together, Antonio grew to admire and love his tío even more. He was looking forward to every interaction with him ever since. He thought they had become friends.

Unfortunately, since then Bruno had not been present for many family meals; still preferring to keep to himself. Antonio hadn't had many opportunities to interact with Bruno. Maybe life hadn't changed that much after all.

Camilo took a glance at his little brother to check on him. When he saw the look on Antonio's face, he put down his fork.

Camilo turned to Antonio and laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. The child looked up at him with big, teary eyes.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking. Don't you go worrying about your tío. He's a grown-up, he's gonna be okay" He pointed a finger, keeping his voice down so the conversation would stay between them.

"But- but why does tío Bruno not wanna eat with us?" Antonio questioned, feeling hurt.

Camilo thought for a second, searching for the right words.

"Do you remember Scary Bruno?"

Antonio nodded sadly, picturing the silly impression of their tío that Camilo used to make. Seven foot frame, rats along his back. Mean expression and mischievous grin.

"That's how people used to see him. So they gave him a hard time because of it. But when tío came back, people learned to live with him, right? But he's still learning to live with people again" Camilo concluded.

"Do you get it?"

Antonio nodded slowly, processing the information as he started to understand and feel calmer.

"He just needs a little more...time and patience from us. Can you be patient for your tío?"

Antonio nodded again, determined this time.

Camilo patted him on the back and gave him a soft affectionate squeeze on the shoulder, as they both turned to their plates. Suddenly Camilo felt someone staring at him and looked up to see Mirabel, who he just now realized had been listening the whole time, smiling softly at him from across the table. He grinned back at her.

Just as he did, the chatter died down once again. The family seemed to have run out of things to say for now, and ate in silence for a couple of minutes until Agustin chimed in. "So, it looks like Bruno's not coming for breakfast this morning"

The first month Bruno was back, the family would always wait politely for him before starting to eat; sometimes going as far as sending someone upstairs to knock on his door and ask if he was going to come down to eat with the family. That is, until he thanked them for the gesture but insisted it's not necessary they wait for him. Since then, they lowered their expectations and allowed him the freedom to come down when he feels like it.

Alma glanced up at Bruno's door on the second floor "No, but it's okay. We need to give him time, he'll come to us when he's ready" She nodded, partially trying to reassure herself too. It was always hard for her to see Bruno so isolated. Him returning home and going straight back to his old habits brought back her old concerns for her son.

Another minute of silence.

"Mamá, speaking of Bruno" Pepa spoke up suddenly, making everyone's heads turn towards her. "Julieta and I washed his red chair yesterday. It was a lot of work." She sighed

"He kept saying 'no, no, that's okay Pepa' but we couldn't just leave it like that!" Pepa imitated her brother's tone and expression. "The thing was falling apart. You should've seen it!"

"Might as well have sent it off to the dump and bought a new one. Saved you the trouble" Felix cackled and Dolores and Camilo chuckled.

"Ay Felix no digas eso!" Pepa shoved his arm playfully and spoke in a warning tone. "You know what he told us?" She pointed with her fork, looking around at the other relatives to engage them in the conversation.

"He said that chair was the first piece of furniture he managed to get for the hideout" Felix choked on his juice and started coughing, and all of the kids burst out laughing at his apologetic expression.

"Right, Julieta? Didn't he?" Pepa nodded at Julieta, asking her to back her up.

Julieta nodded. "We tried to tell him we could get a new one, but he just wasn't having it" Julieta explained to the family. "Said it had sentimental value" She sighed.

Something clicked for Mirabel and she spoke up "I know what we should do! We should take him out in the village and help him pick out new furniture for his room, new clothes. It will be fun!"

Julieta tensed up and exchanged a knowing look with an equally tense Pepa "Uy, mija... You know what your tio is like. It's hard enough to get him to come downstairs; let alone convince him to leave the house" Agustín placed a supportive hand on her shoulder.

"But maybe if we try to-" Mirabel started.

"It's not like we didn't try. Mamá woud knock on his door every day, beg him to come outside but he wouldn't listen!" Pepa interrupted. "It was no use" Felix nodded knowingly, while abuela just sat in silence staring off into the distance, not wishing to discuss the subject.

"But what if it's different this time?" Mirabel argued.

"The point is, Mira... I don't think he's ready yet. It's too soon." Julieta finished with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry"

Mirabel, now frustrated, dropped the subject and picked up her fork. Her distracted gaze rested on the plate as, in her mind, she stubbornly gave the final word: "We'll never know if we don't try"

---

The family finished their breakfast mostly in silence and slowly started leaving the table to go about their day. Pepa, Julieta and Abuela picked up the dishes and took them to the kitchen. Camilo was the next to leave, presumably to lazily lounge in one of the hammocks like he usually does after having a big meal. Felix took Antonio upstairs. Agustín headed towards the living room.

As Luisa and Isabela, each on one side of Mirabel, were getting up; Mira knocked her leg against theirs under the table to get their attention. When they looked at her quizzically she cocked her head towards the table, signalling they should sit back down.

Dolores, ever vigilant with her curious eyes and her sharp ears, was now onto them. She dragged her chair closer and leaned forward as if by doing so she could hear them better. As if she needed it. Nevertheless, Isabela and Luisa did the same so now the four girls were all sat very close around the table.

"Do we agree that just because they said no, it doesn't mean we shouldn't try?" Mirabel whispered injusticed.

"What are you talking about?" Luisa said, confused.

"The Bruno thing!" Dolores hissed, evidently wanting to get to the point.

[it cuts off cause I never finished this dialogue]

Part 2:

Bruno Madrigal sat relaxed in his hammock. His legs crossed, a book in his lap. One hand flipping the pages every minute, the other dangling lazily from the hammock to caress his rat companions, occasionally scraping the sandy floor.

His pets had been much more well-fed and groomed these days. The same could be said about him. In fact, a lot had changed in the weeks that had passed since la Casita was finally finished.

Reading was always one of Bruno's favourite pastimes, especially fiction stories that fueled his already vivid imagination; transporting him to happier worlds and serving as inspiration whenever he came up with his own narratives. This time around though, he wasn't reading in his little hideout in the walls like he had done every day for the last 10 years. He was doing it in his room.

The space has transformed considerably from before the house crumbled and continues to change every day, following its owner's feelings like every room in la Casita. The steps of the massive stone stairs seemed to be decreasing exponentially, and the mounds of sand parted to reveal green tiles with elaborate patterns underneath. The walls are no longer cold and grey but specked with pieces of emerald stones, decorated with areas of intricate carvings depicting Bruno's rituals and powers... And a few pencil portraits of his beloved pet rats here and there. He even had all his furniture moved from his hideout to the room, where the family managed to create a cozy little area for him. Overall, it looks more inviting and lived in.

Increasingly similar to what it looked like before everything started changing all those years ago. Still, it felt a little strange to him, being here. Sure, being back was a dream come true. Everything had worked out in the end: Mirabel is okay. The family is more connected than ever. The house was rebuilt. The miracle is still going strong. But his issues wouldn't be solved so easily.

He sometimes felt like crawling back into his hideout, where he's been living for so long. He was sure casita could conjure it up for him again if he asked, and the thought tempted him whenever he faced a challenge. Hiding is good. It's familiar. He knew every nook and cranny of the spaces between the walls that had been his home, and he was protected there. But he was vulnerable here, where anyone could reach him. He often thought it felt better to be invisible than rejected.

The room changed so much every week, and though it might be for better; it still takes some getting used to. It wasn't his home yet. But he knew it would feel like it again one day. Seeing the room's pleasant changes gave him hope, knowing it mirrors his deeper thoughts and feelings.

Just as he noticed he had zoned out and not registered a word of the last three pages, a knock came from the glowing door, startling him and making him jump up, still not used to visitors. His rat friends scurried away.

"Knock knock knock! Tío? Soy yo, Mirabel" Mira called enthusiastically.

A couple of muffled voices retorted from behind the door.

"...And sisters" She added.

Another muffled voice complained.

"...And prima! Ay!" Mirabel sighed, exasperated. "Can we come in? We brought you breakfast"

"Sí, Mira. Come in" he answered, getting up and putting his book away. The sandfall parted to let him through as he straightened his ruana, dusting off any rogue particles of sand.

He walked to the door, holding it open as Mirabel, Luisa, Isabela and Dolores came in, each greeting their uncle as they passed him.

Once they were all in the room, Isabela held out a small cactus in an argyle pot, smiling shyly. "Tío, this is for you"

His gaze shifted between the plant and his niece, absorbing the information. He reached for it and gently took it, surprised. A gift for him?!

"I planted it!" She exclaimed loudly, all giddy. A small crooked smile grew on his face upon her barely contained excitement.

Isabela had been one of the members of the family who had changed the most in the last few months. She experimented with her gift in a way she'd never felt free to, and the authenticity empowered her. She grew herbs for her mother. She grew vegetables and fruit trees around the village - although those were quite taxing on her. But Isa had also learned to appreciate growing plants the regular way, making gardening into a hobby. She brought botanical books home and took the time to learn about the plants she had been growing all her life. It was a way to feel more grounded and connected to herself. She now often wore her hair out of the way, up in a messy bun, an apron tied around her waist, and didn't mind getting a little dirt under her fingernails; much to her abuela's discomfort.

He turned the pot around in his hands, checking the details of the plant. As he did so, he noticed a pink flower growing on top on the other side.

The vision of the prickly plant growing the delicate flower reminded him of the duality in his and Isabela's gift. His, branded inherently negative for decades, eventually became the family and the miracle's saving grace. Hers, labeled only ever perfectly pleasant, now unleashed and used to explore her full potential, thorns and all. This represented them quite well.

"Isa... Gracias. I love it" he looked her in the eyes, feeling touched at her thoughtfulness. She smiled wider. "Plus this room could use a little decor too, ya know?" he gestured around the empty entrance, rolling his eyes and pulling a bored face. The girls chuckled, and he did too. Making them laugh felt nice. His sobrinos were his favourite people in the world. Talking to them felt easy.

If only the same could be said about the adults...

"Why don't you come in? I was just doing some reading but having my sobrinas around for a visit is much better, I think!" he chatted enthusiastically as he lead them through the parted sandfall towards his living area. The girls followed him, dusting themselves off and looking all around the ample space. Each family member had come to visit a few times since Casita was rebuilt, but the room's changes were always a surprise.

He pulled out a few cushions, fluffing them and laying them on the floor for them. "Sorry girls, these are all I've got for now" he laughed nervously, crossing his arms. "No couch, you see?" Bruno shrugged.

"This is perfect" Mirabel reassured kindly.

"Yeah. Thanks, tío" Luisa said, taking a seat along with Isabela.

Dolores, distracted by the amplification and echoing of their voices in the vast cave, was the last one of the girls to sit down, next to Mirabel; looking up at the high stone ceiling with such marvel she nearly missed the cushion.

Bruno sat in his old - now properly washed and cleaned by his sisters - red armchair. He set the cactus Isabella have him on a rickety table next to his chair.

A few of Bruno's rats came out of hiding to sit under his ruana. Some went to Mirabel instead, who chuckled and promptly started to pet and caress them. She had grown rather fond of them, having visited so often. She even knew their names by now. The other girls didn't quite share the same feeling for the little critters yet and preferred to keep their distance, as evidenced by Dolores slowly inching her cushion away from Mirabel.

A comfortable silence took over as Mirabel and Bruno played with the animals and the other girls took in the... interesting decor, for lack of a better word.

"Nice drawings" Dolores quietly pointed out the art around the hammock depicting the rodents in a variety of styles of clothing, some even enacting dramatic scenes. Everyone's heads turned to where she was pointing.

"Oh, those?" Bruno put down his animal friend, following Dolores' gaze to the pictures behind him. "Yeah, I've always liked drawing, and for the last few years these little guys were pretty much the only models I had" He gestured to his art, his eyes traveling over the mural of portraits before shifting back to Dolores

"Gotta work with what you got, you know?" He shrugged.

Mirabel, who had been working with what she'd gotten for a long time, especially agreed.

She saw a lot of her uncle in her personality. For one, they both loved their families so deeply they would put themselves last to help them, without batting an eye. Secondly, they were both artists. It was no secret Mirabel loved to cover all of her garments in colorful embroidery. But she could also sew, play the accordion fairly well and even tried her hand at writing every now and again.

After the reconciliation, Julieta fondly told her daughters all about how Bruno used to play the guitar and sing to the family when he was younger. She told funny stories about the times when he would make the village children laugh with his silly voices and imitations, and his mischievous, quick-witted sense of humour.

Sadly, Mirabel didn't have any memories of her tío being cheerful and joyous. The one memory she has of him is from the worst, most chaotic day of her life: when she didn't get her gift. From just before he vanished to protect her.

"Wow those are like, really good!" Luisa exclaimed, pointing out a few particularly realistic drawings to an equally impressed Isabela.

All this sudden attention was making Bruno feel a little flustered. "Well, I had a lot of time to practice, so..." He played with a loose thread of the fabric on one of the armrests, averting their gaze.

The girls sensed his discomfort with where the conversation was headed, albeit they couldn't help but wonder what it was like to live in isolation all those years.

The family had had several questions about what Bruno's daily routine and habits had been like in that period, but usually filed those away in respect for his desire to forget (which didn't mean they couldn't theorise amongst themselves).

They sat in an uncomfortable silence.

Luisa suddenly reached out and gently took his hand. "What... What was the hardest part?' She broke the silence. Her genuine tone and gentle expression as she looked him in the eyes conveyed that she wasn't just asking out of mere curiosity, but wish to connect.

Bruno blinked and stared off into the distance, searching for the right words.

"Definitely being away from you, my sobrinos..." He squeezed Luisa's hand with a little apologetic smile and she let go, encouraging him to go on.

"Don't get me wrong, I missed everyone; of course! But I had an entire life with mis hermanas, mamá... I had so little time with you all." He looked at each of them now, bearing a defeated expression. They listened closely to his every word, as it was rare for him to open up like this.

"I only had five years with you, Mira and even less with Camilo. And I wasn't even around that much then. All I could think about was how I should've spent more time with you. With all of you. And how foolish I was to let meaningless things get in the way of what we could've had. And then Antonio came along and I couldn't even meet him or hold him... It killed me."

He shook his head and hung his head low, as if rejecting all of those painful memories.

The girls sat in complete silence waiting for him to go on. Sensing their expectation, he finished with a warm smile:

"Maybe that's why it's so much easier for me to be around you than everyone else."

The girls looked at him in wonder, touched by what they had heard.

Mirabel was struck by the realization that, although she could barely remember Bruno's presence during her childhood as he was so isolated, he'd loved her so much he had sacrificed everything to make sure nobody would find the vision and she'd never have to feel the way he did.

"Tío, listen..." Mirabel started "the reason we came here, other than to bring your breakfast, was because... Because..." She stuttered. Her mother's warnings playing in her mind, making her unsure of whether she should go on.

He leaned forward in expectation.

Sensing Mirabel's struggle and barely containing her excitement, Isabela finished her sentence.

"We wanted to take you out into the village today!" She nearly squealed.

Bruno tensed up. He opened and closed his mouth several times, as if searching for something to say. Just as he was about to speak, Mirabel interrupted urgently with her hands up "I know what you're about to say! You're gonna say you're not ready, maybe some other day and all that; but tío, it's gonna be great, trust me!" She spoke very fast, and a little too loudly.

"We're all gonna be there with you and we can do lots of fun things in the village and have the best day ever and I know you're worried about the neighbors staring or being rude to you but we'll escort you everywhere and make sure that doesn't happen; plus what better bodyguard is there than Luisa?" She finished her frantic monologue by gesturing to her sister, evidently believing she'd finished with the best point.

"Can't argue with that!" Luisa shrugged, smiling proudly.

"Mamá and tía Pepa were talking over breakfast about the day you moved back into your room and we realised you still haven't done any shopping since then. We thought we could go out together and get you everything you need" Isabela explained rationally. "We could get stuff for your room, new clothes for you, and anything else you might like. And don't worry, we'll do the talking!"

"Plus... We have so much catching up to do, like you said" Dolores pointed out softly.

"Right?! We'll have the whole day to ourselves!" Mirabel finished excitedly.

They all grinned at him expectantly.

He thought it all over. Talking to his family still wasn't easy, but even the mere thought of going out in the village frankly made his stomach turn with anxiety and his hands go cold. In a second, he thought of all the ways in which this could possibly go wrong. They all involved neighbors cussing him out over negative visions he'd had decades ago, angry mobs chasing after him with pitchforks and torches, the works - his active imagination was perhaps being a tad overdramatic.

But as he imagined his sobrinas by his side and all of their loving encouragement, his heart swelled with joy and some of the fear melted away. His nieces are such good people that he knows even if the neighbors hated him, they would never do anything against him if it meant they could upset the girls. He'd have their good name to fall back on. With them, he was free.

The image became clearer and clearer: they would spend all day together. The girls would show him around the Encanto and tell him what's changed in the last ten years. He would, in turn, open up more and share stories about his childhood and the family. He'd learn more about his nieces. They could eat out for dinner at the end of the evening. They'd laugh together and have a memorable day. He'd be able to make up for some of their lost time!

As the anxiety turned into excitement, the picture in his imagination became so clear that it started to take on a powerful green glow and solidify in his mind's eye; and as he felt the familiar warm sensation behind his eyelids, he quickly shielded his face with his hand and turned away burying his face into the armchair's back rest so his nieces wouldn't see. Mirabel had seen him like this, but he wasn't ready to show the other girls yet. He was afraid of what they might think.

"Tío! Are you okay?!" Luisa lept from her cushion with her hands out, ready to help him. Isabela jumped and Dolores squeaked, spooked by his unexpected reaction.

Mirabel, now on her feet, softly pulled Luisa back by the arm. "It's okay, it's just a vision!" She reassured.

As Luisa stepped back and relaxed, Mirabel kneeled in front of Bruno as he blinked back into his normal state and faced her.

"What did you see?"

"You were right. It's a great day" he smiled.

Part 3:

As they opened the door of his room and stepped onto the landing, Bruno pulled the hood of his ruana over his head in order to avert the neighbors' stared. Isabela and Dolores slinked their arms around his, each on one side as they made their way down the stairs. Mirabel and Luisa followed behind.

"Oh, this is great! You're in such good hands with us, Dolores and I are always shopping and we know the best places in town with the cutest clothes" Isabela gushed and clapped excitedly.

"Hey, hey, hey, hold on!" Camilo, who'd been walking toward the kitchen, suddenly placed himself between the group and the door, hands up signaling them to stop. "Where do y'all think you're going without telling me?" He put his hands on his hips defensively

"We're just taking tío out shopping. Wanna come?" Luisa offered politely.

Camilo's expression changed from defensive to incredulous as his jaw dropped. "I just can't believe you guys were going on a family outing without me. I thought we had something special!" He pouted theatrically.

Bruno chuckled quietly, entertained by his sobrino's act.

Isabela crossed her arms, rolling her eyes. "Oh, okay! So why don't you tell us where *you* were sneaking off to, then?" She pushed his chest with an inquisitive finger, slightly throwing him off balance. She knew from the look on his face he was about to sneak food from the kitchen again.

"Ow! Excuse me, but that's my business" He massaged the spot where she had poked him.

"Oh, so let me see if I understand. Where you go is your business, but where we go is public information?" She put her hands on her hips.

"I have my own life, you know?" Camilo crossed his arms, shrugging matter-of-factly. Isabela scoffed at his nerve.

...Aaaand bickering ensued, as usual.

Luisa blinked confused at how the conversation had escalated in seconds. Beside her, Bruno was standing there awkwardly shifting on his feet watching it unfold, not sure whether to intervene as the adult figure in the group (he felt he didn't have the authority to); while Dolores was covering her ears, her eyes shifting between Isa and her brother as they argued, not wanting to lose any of the free entertainment.

Isa let Camilo's teasing get to her so often, at this point Mirabel was starting to believe she just enjoyed bickering with him. It was just their way of socialising with each other, she supposed. They'd always been like this, after all.

Mira sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ay, Isa! Por favor, cálmate!" She pulled her sister back by the arm, breaking the conflict. "He's just teasing you, you know what he's like."

Camilo's smirk only grew as he counted himself the winner. Isa scoffed, pouted and narrowed her eyes dangerously at him as she stepped back, standing behind her sisters and taking a few deep breaths to steady herself.

"Okay, that's better I guess!" Mira said optimistically trying to lift the mood, pretending she couldn't feel Isabela glaring at Camilo from behind her.

"Guys c'mon, we've got something a little more important to be doing now than this!" Luisa tried to shift the group's focus back into the task. "Camilo, are you coming or not?" Her tone demanded a proper answer.

Camilo pretended to carefully ponder the question, then shrugged "Yeah, okay." He walked over to the group. Luisa, Isabela and Mirabel now lead the way, just wanting to get the pointless discussion over with quickly.

As they all stepped outside, Bruno patted Camilo on the back and offered him a warm smile, pleased he was coming along. The more sobrinos, the merrier.

He felt like he was being escorted by the toughest bodyguards, having his sobrinos' excellent reputations to fall back on for the day. Nobody could give him a hard time or make him feel alienated today. He knew they wouldn't allow it.

"Oh, hola tío." Camilo lifted a hand in acknowledgement just as he felt Dolores nudge him.

When he turned to her she was glancing at him from the corner of her eyes, with a subtle smile to let him know she thought the whole ordeal had been quite funny. He grinned back but noticed Dolores was now biting her lip hard to hold back from laughing.

Seeing her trying so bad was hilarious, and he covered his mouth with his hand to stifle the snorts threatening to let loose. Camilo started going red in the face, which in turn made his sister's body start shaking with barely controlled humor. Dolores' eyes started watering from containing herself, and Camilo squeezed his eyes shut to try and gain some self-control.

Isabela rolled her eyes, but the siblings didn't see it.

They sniggered and snorted back and forth like this until Bruno caught the pair by surprise by slinking his arm over Camilo's shoulder and pulling him closer, abruptly pulling the siblings apart in an attempt to diffuse the situation.

For some reason this was what made them finally burst out laughing and gasping for air, earning a glare from Isabela and confused looks from Mirabel and Luisa.

Even Bruno couldn't help but chuckle a bit too, albeit feeling a little guilty. Their loud, high-pitched roars were simply too contageous to resist; and the more the villagers stared bewildered and bemused at the racket, the harder it was to fight back. Eventually even Luisa, Mirabel and Isabela lightened up a little, too.

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[Image Text: Please, please, please, if you even so much as glance at this post - share it for us and help us storm heaven!!! Our little girl needs a miracle and I beg any and every one of you to pray, pray, pray! Even if you don't know how to pray, please just ask God to heal Vianney’s brain. Now is the time for her miracle. We are devastated. Ever since we first found out about her diagnosis of left hemimegalencephaly, we have been praying and asking you all to pray that her right brain be spared. And you have shown up and helped us pray for this intention! All along the doctors have told us how strong and beautiful her right brain looked. However, this all changed sometime in the night between Friday and Saturday. At a time when we thought we were in the clear and were actually making plans to go home in a couple of weeks (!), something happened. The doctors can't explain it, they are looking into every avenue, as this was completely unexpected and unexplainable. She was awake. She was breathing on her own. She was moving. Shad was with her Friday night and video chatted me and I could not wait to see her the next day, finally alert! But suddenly very early that morning she took a turn and stopped responding. That's when her seizures started and they were indeed coming from the right side this time, due to whatever injury the right side sustained. They said her injury looks consistent with hypoxic-ischemic encephalopathy but none of her vitals ever changed and her labs have remained great. There is truly no explanation at this time. My heart is broken. I cry out to God to understand why, in this final moment, when we were so close to her recovery, did this happen? I am trusting in Him with all my might and KNOW in my heart and soul that He is loving her far greater than I, but oh man I am absolutely broken. She has lost 40-60% of function in her right brain. Even typing it out and reading it in this post is too cruel to bear. They don't expect that she is in dire life threatening circumstances yet but they also can't say that her brain won't be injured further - since we still don't have a cause. Even if she survives all of this and is able to come home, we don't yet know what kind of life our little, beautiful perfect girl will have with only 25% of her brain. At this point, the most basic expectation is that she will not be able to walk or talk along with many other difficulties. She is outside of what they can do (other than trying to prevent more damage) and is truly in God's hands now. I told our priest yesterday before we got the full news - perhaps God is giving us the most dire of circumstances to give us the most miraculous of recoveries. In a world that needs to witness a miracle more than ever, I am praying to God that He show us one now. Please, please, please, keep praying for our Vianney - that her brain is completely healed and she can defy all medical expectations. And if now is the time for a miracle, then we are asking you to also beg for the prayers of the Blessed Ulma family. Soon I will share more about this incredible family, but for now we are asking them to pray along with us for our little Vianney’s miracle!]

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Prayer for the Intercession of the Ulma Family

Almighty and eternal God,

We thank You for the testimony of the heroic love of the spouses Józef and Wiktoria with their children, who gave their lives to save persecuted Jews.

May their prayers and example support families in Christian life and help everyone to follow the true path of holiness.

Lord, if it is in accordance with Your will, kindly grant the grace for the complete healing of little Vianney, for which we are asking You through their intercession and count them among the Blessed.

Through Christ Our Lord

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All I Need

Chapter 5

Matty Healy!dad x f!reader

A/N: Okay so here is chapter 5…I hope you like it, guys!! Tell me what you think..whatever that is!!

Warnings: there’s a +18 part so minors please do not interact!!; swearing; paining; typos.

Word count: 6.2 K!!!!!!!!!!!! (Wtf)

MASTERLIST

Saturday Morning

Gracie: Bitch! Are you awake?

Y/n rolled her eyes at the text popping up on the top of her screen. She had been scrolling through Instagram for almost half an hour. She was enjoying the quiet morning. Amelia was still asleep and thought there was no harm in letting her sleep the morning away. 

Either way, she wouldn’t make her way down the stairs, scared that Matty was awake and ready to talk. He had hurt her with his words deeply. So, she wasn’t prepared to speak with him.

 During the date with Paul, she felt fine, distracted even. But, as soon as she pulled the main door open, everything went back to the front of her mind. The meanings behind his words, how angry he was at her. 

Hypocrite. 

Y/n shook her head and focused on replying to Grace’s message.

Y/n: Yes, bitch. What do you want now? 🙄

Gracie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I WANT ALL THE DETAILS!!

Y/n smiled at her excitement. 

Gracie: I have some tea to spill too…just for you…

She frowned at the screen, worried about what Gracie would reply with.

Y/n: What do you mean?

Gracie: the rat and I had an interesting chat. I’LL TELL U ONLY WITH THE CONDITION that you tell me everything about Paul.

She giggles at Grace again, calling Matty a rat even though he has repeatedly told her to cut it out, claiming it's no longer funny.

 A chat? What on earth could they talk about? 

Y/n thought, unable to imagine them speaking to each other in a passive-aggressive manner when she wasn’t there to buffer.

Y/n: Fineee. I’m still in bed. Come here.

Gracie: Yay!

Y/n: Grace?

Gracie: yeah? 

Y/n: Try really hard….and I mean it…not to make a single sound. I can’t face Matty just yet.

Gracie: ydm? 

Y/n: I’ll explain it to you, just don’t fuck it.

Gracie: okay 👀👀

Y/n was holding her breath, waiting for her friend to fuck up everything. That she would wake Matty and Amelia in the process. She closed her eyes, almost as a prayer. 

Grace appeared at her door, opening and closing it in a heartbeat. She manoeuvred around on her tiptoes, making her way to Y/n's bed until they were both situated on the hardboard of the queen size bed. Y/n left her phone on her bedside table.

“So…” Grace trailed off, tilting her head.

“It was good…nice.” Y/n felt tired, although the day had barely begun.

Grace visibly cringed at her answer. “That bad?”

“No, no…he was pleasant, sweet, wonderful, really. He brought me flowers.” Grace was holding into every detail as if her life depended on it. “I forgot them in his-”

“Did he kiss you, or did you kiss him?” Grace shouted. As a result, gaining a big and exaggerated shush from Y/n. 

“Shut up, you idiot!” Y/n silently shouted at her.

“Sorry, sorry…go on.” Grace whispered before covering her mouth with her hands. She was an adult with a soul of a child.

“We did not kiss.” Y/n shared with her best friend, making sure to accentuate every syllable.

She leaned all her weight on the bed, whining like a little girl.

“Why?” Her best friend asked, sounding puzzled.

“I don’t know, Grace. He walked me to the door, and I thought he was going to…then he didn’t. He just kissed my cheek.” Y/n admitted to herself that she was in fact slightly disappointed.

“Lame.” Grace stated, making Y/n screamed with laughter.

“It was hot in the moment, not going to lie.” she admitted,

“And dinner?” Grace cheered up with excitement again.

Y/n tried to hide her small smirk as she played with the thread sticking out from the bedsheets. “It was nice.”

“Shit.” Grace gasped.

“What?” Y/n questioned and immediately pulled her attention to Grace’s face.

“What’s wrong with him?” 

Y/n was just confused, “Nothing?” 

“Y/n…”

Y/n shoulders shrugged, feeling conflicted. “I don’t know, okay? He’s handsome, thoughtful…Truly a Prince Charming”

“Not you quoting the rat’s words.” Grace rolled her eyes at Y/n’s exact words that Matty said Friday night.

“Come on, he does look like Prince Charming. Admit it!” Y/n encourage Grace smiling wide.

Grace stopped for a minute to really think about it. She wasn’t really interested in that debate. Grace felt the need to go one step further. “Image I…hypothetically..say, I agree. Don’t you want prince charming?”

Which tool Y/n by surprise. “I don’t know…” her momentary happiness washing away.

Grace felt bad, and proceed to light the mood. “No, right…you want Ratty Healy.” Y/n bursted into a fit of laughter. When her friend calmed down, she picked up the conversation. “Are you going to see Paul again?”

“He implied it yesterday. After the date, he texted me about the flowers.” Y/n felt the impulse to take her phone, just to distract her mind for a minute at least. 

“Nice ones?” Grace was a big nerd for flowers. Y/n secretly found that adorable. 

“Expensive ones.” she bobbed her head, answering the question silently as well.

“Colour?”

Many years around Grace’s hobby gave Y/n enough knowledge about a big variety of flowers; including the little fact that consciously or subconsciously people send messages with them. Yellow was not attached to love or romantic. It was a difficult colour, even though people tend to think it was cheerful and nice, when they weren’t entirely. 

“Don’t start.” Y/n warned her. Gaining some time because she knew Grace was going to know about the colour even faster than her.

“Girl, messages are all around!” Grace clicked in the air with her fingers, insisting on her statement. “Colour?” She repeated.

“Yellow.” Y/n said focused on Grace’s side profile. She saw the crinkle in her eyes as recognition reached Grace’s head. Not good.

Grace tried hard not to express her thoughts because she did want her cousin and friend to continue going out “Mhm…”

“What?” Y/n faked not knowing.

“Not going to say it!” Grace lifted her arms in defence. 

“Fine, I don’t care.”

“Okay.”

The silence came between them. Y/n’s mind couldn’t stop thinking about Matty and Grace's conversation. She didn’t want to ask. 

“Come on. I know you’re dying to know…” Grace exposed her, annoyed. Sometimes her best friend can read her mind, as if they share a part of it.

“No.” Y/n desisted. 

Grace decided to enjoy teasing her a little. At the end, she was going to crack and tell Y/n everything, although she still wanted to have fun with it. “Okay.”

“You’re so annoying!” Y/n brook her composure.

Grace mocked her for it. “So annoying that I have the information you’re dying to know.” 

Silence.

Grace had been thinking about Matty’s sayings more than she wanted to accept. It was easy to hate the rat without knowing his side of the story. Even after talking, Grace was sure he didn’t give her the full version, although he indeed shared a part with Y/n’s friend the night before. “He mopped all night about your fight.” let out finally.

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s the tea?” Grace snorted, she wasn’t buying it.

“Part of…”

 “Sure.” 

‘She’s so obvious’, Grace thought rolling her eyes inside her head.

“Drop it…” Grace warned Y/n. “I was pointing out for him how shit he looked.” as her friend started sharing, Y/n rolled her eyes. “I knew he was thinking about you guys fighting. I told him he was being unfair to you-”

Fucking hell. “Grace!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Grace turned around, shrinking her shoulders as a physical defence.

Y/n’s mind raced, with thoughts. “Oh my god!”

“He tried to make me believe he hasn’t fucked anyone since you guys conceived Amelia.” Y/n hide her face behind her hands at the mere image of Matty’s reaction to that. She did want to murder -metaphorically- Grace. “I told him we were on the internet. Saw the videos and pictures.” Y/n threw the blanket around her head. “No, no…he was focused on you saying anything about those.” 

“Did you just threw me under the bus , huh?” Y/n voiced came muffled by the piece of fabric.

“Never” Crossed her heart as they did back in primary school. She continued, “Then he was all about Paul.” 

Y/n spied from her hiding spot. “Saying what exactly?” she inquired, fearing the answer with her heart beating fast inside her chest.

“If I thought Paul was suitable for you…” 

Y/n interrupted her quick, sitting down fully. “And you said?”

“I told him my opinion.” Grace hesitated as she did the night before with Matty. She was the most transparent person in the world. Y/n tremble a little.

“Which was?”

“Yes, he’s suitable for her.” Grace repeat her answer with the same tone she would say the shopping list, without any bit of conviction or emotion. Matty wasn’t an imbecile.

Y/n knew Matty enough to accurately state, “He didn’t believe you.”

Grace contradict her beliefs, “Course not. He’s an idiotic!” Y/n snorted.  “You know what? He was acting so strange, Y/n. I can’t say what it was, but I have never seen him like…that.” She talked with every bit of intensity, her previous answers hadn’t had.

Grace couldn’t believe she was feeling sorry for Matty. She was in fact feeling compassion for him.

“In what sense?” Y/n chewed her lips, anxiously. 

Grace weight her ideas for a moment. “He was troubled.”

“Mhm…” Y/n was out of answers. Her mind was spiralling around Matty, Paul, and the mess she let herself into.

“We ended the chat with him saying that he wanted you happy…and I said, then let her be.” Grace confessed.

Y/n felt a wave of sadness and regret washing over her body. She was still mad with him, although his confession to Grace warmed her heart, breaking the wrath. “I had to wake him up when I came back from the date. He was plastered on the couch, downstairs. He tried to talk about the fight. I ran upstairs.” Y/n cringed.

“Very mature!” Grace tried to joke. Watching Y/n troubled was a sight she tried really hard not to witness it, if she could do something to prevent it.

Y/n rubbed her face with annoyance. “I know. I just couldn’t do it last nigh…heck, I don’t want to face him now.” 

Grace hugged her, trying to show her support.

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Sunday

Matty walked, with Amelia in his arms, around the park near the family house. Spring was coming and Amelia was clearly excited about the flowers blooming. She pointed out everywhere, bubbling things Matty pretended to understand.

He kissed the top of her head. His baby was getting so big, the thought excited and terrified the singer equally. Matty tried not to think about it and enjoy the daughter and daddy time.

When they were making their way back, because it was almost Amelia’s nap time, Matty spotted a new shop. A flower shop. An idea popped into his head.

Y/n had been avoiding him. When Grace left the night before, he tried to push her to speak with him. In fact, he was aware that Grace was still around because Y/n used her as a shield. Matty let her. 

He wanted to have the conversation without forcing her. Also, he knew he deserved the cold shoulder treatment. On Friday night, after his walk of shame, he stayed in bed regretting his choice of words. Matty tried to put himself in Y/n’s shoes, understanding how way out of place his infant accusations were. 

Amelia clapped loud when they approached the shop, took his dad out of daydreaming. 

A lot of buckets were outside, decorating the front. Fresh flowers. Matty let her come down. Amelia stumbled a little as she approached the containers. 

“Oh, oh…” she exclaimed excited. 

Matty saw her sniff using all the muscles on her little face. He couldn’t retain his smile, and the urge to capture his little girl being cute. 

“Should we bring mommy a bunch?” he asked, keeping his phone in the pocket of his trousers. She looked up at her father with wide brown eyes. 

‘Same sweet ones as Y/n.’, Matty though. 

“Let’s go then!” He took the baby up, entering the big shop.

After a short -still- nice conversation with the old lady running the place, he opted for a bouquet of white gardenias. The woman smiled at his choice, Matty brushed it off as nothing. 

Once again on the way home, Matty instructed Amelia to hold them while they walk. “I think mommy’s gonna like them” he said excitedly.

Amelia chuckled, looking only at the pretty flowers glutted to her face. “Mmm” she exclaimed as an answer. Matty laughed again at her silliness. She was still really little in age, although her personality was growing faster.

He never brought flowers for Y/n, the thought came out of nowhere. Matty didn’t know why. That day though, it was like an offer’s peace, a plea to be back to just be friends again. At least friends. 

Y/n was a massive part of Matty’s life; she was the reason Amelia was at that moment inside his arms, he was grateful to the universe for crossing their paths. He regretted every word he said, once more, and he acknowledged, the worst part was hurting her. He wanted to make peace, not war.

Matty struggled to open the door, his hands always full when he needed to unlock it. Nevertheless, he managed to succeed before Amelia started calling Y/n.

“Mommy, mommy!” she shouted repeatedly, startling Matty. 

Why toddlers liked to repeat things so many times?, he wondered. Trying to keep his heart rating low and his mind distracted, failing miserably.

Amelia wiggled inside his arms. She was getting more active every day and something it was hard to keep up with her. Matty left her on the floor again. Finally secure on her feet, she ran away leaving him behind.

“Amelia, be careful, baby!” he followed his child with fear she might fall and get hurt.

“Where is my buba?” Y/n exclaimed from the kitchen table.

Amelia cried with excitement. “Mommy, mommy!” 

“Hi, sweet cheeks!” Y/n said once her eyes fell on her daughter. “Whatcha have there?” Y/n smiled wide, coming to her height. Amelia tried to explain in her little incomprehensible language, extending the bouquet. 

“We thought it was a nice gift.” Matty made himself known. Y/n looked up while she held Amelia with one arm, and her hand reached for the flowers. 

“Yeah?” Y/n was out of words. Matty looked especially sweet and cuddly; while the flowers brought tears to her eyes. “That’s really thoughtful from you two.” she said directly to Amelia, kissing her cheeks. 

Y/n couldn’t look at Matty.

“It took us a minute because a little lady…” Matty sat down on the kitchen floor in front of them, tickling Amelia, making her cackled loud.  “Wanted to smell every single bunch.” Matty shared with Y/n, making her smile. 

“Did you take a picture of her?” Y/n looked at him for the first time in days. Her heart warm looking at the hazel brown orbs. 

“One? I took a thousand!” they laughed together. 

Y/n acknowledged Amelia’s excitement dropping, she started to rub her little eye. “Well, I’m going to get a base for this…and you, my little dove…” Y/n blew a raspberry on Amelia’s cheek without getting a big reaction. “Have to go and have your nap, or you’re going to get grumpy.”

“Come on!” Matty extended his arms and Amelia didn’t hesitate. 

The grown-ups stood up. Matty turned around, directing himself and the girl on his arms towards the hall. Meanwhile, Y/n started to open the cupboards. 

Matty stopped, still cradling Amelia. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?” she went to the hall, making herself visible for him.

“What about we sit outside while this one naps?” Matty offered, hoping for Y/n’s answer.

“Okay” she was well aware of his intentions. She knew they had to talk. “Do you want coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, please. I’ll be right back.” 

Without more interactions, Matty rushed up and Y/n tried to keep herself calm while searching for something to put the white flowers in. 

White gardenias.

Y/n wondered if he knew the meaning behind them.

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Matty found the kitchen area empty. The sliding door was open just a crack to informed him that someone had gone outside. 

He opened it enough so his body could go through. Y/n was seated on the back patio, on the long couch outside. Two mugs were steaming on the table. 

Matty admired her for a minute. Y/n was deep in thought, her phone beside the brewings.

“It’s really nice today.” Matty cut the silence while he approached her.

“Yeah…” she admitted, feeling the couch sinking under Matty’s weight. Y/n didn’t turn to look at him. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she felt he was close. 

Matty ran a hand through his curls. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, really.” her sight still lingering on the view between the side of their's house and the neighbour's house. The sun was peaking throw, touching her face in a warm caress.

“Mhm…Y/n?” he asked so low that if they weren’t sitting as close as they were, she would have not heard him.

“Matty?” she replied with the same tone. Her heart biting like the gallop of a horse inside her rib cage. Y/n feared he might listen. 

Matty played with his curls, anxiously. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean any word the other night.” She kept her silence. Waiting. She wanted him to continue. “I was sleep-deprived and so stressed. Someone is suing us- it doesn’t matter, but was angry and tired, and I took it all on you.” he admitted. “It wasn’t right, wasn’t fair…it’s such a cliché, you’re truly the best mother. I mean it. Amelia, and I, are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

“You really hurt me, Matt.” Y/n dared to look at his sad eyes—the bags under his light brown eyes shaped in a dark colour. She wanted to soothe them somehow.

Matty scratched the back of his head. “I know. I’m a moron.” She laughed.

“You’re not!” Y/n contradicted him.

“I am! You’re just sweet...” his voice sounding warmer. Y/n looked directed to his orbs. He was so pretty. 

She shook her head, tore her sight from his face. “Shut up.” Y/n blushed, repeating the words inside her mind. Trying to get rid of second meanings behind them.

They fell into a comfortable silence. Letting the sun bathe them while both enjoyed the company of one another.

“Matty-” Y/n was the first one to break the silence. 

He appreciated her factions. “Yeah?”

Y/n’s heart prevailed over her rational brain. “Your outburst was only because you were angry about work?” She dread herself for asking him exactly that.

Matty was taken aback by her innocent question. 

The singer hesitate. He could just say the truth and everything would change. There lies the problem. Everything could change for the worst. Matty’s frighten brain took over, answering. “Yes. Work is taking a toll on me.”

Y/n scolded herself for even think about the possibility of him having second intentions. She didn’t learn. 

 “How was your date?” Matty tried to redirect the conversation after a pause. 

Y/n review the conversation she had with Grace. The answers were still the same as yesterday. “Nice.”

“That bad?” he turned his body towards her, placing his arms behind Y/n’s head. She didn’t flinch. 

“Why do you and Grace say that?” Y/n whined, staring at him again. They were closer than before, she noticed.

Matty laughed out loud. “Because we’re friends now..” he wiggled his eyes. 

“Yeah, I heard.”

“That little snitch!” he faked being angry. He knew Grace was going to talk with Y/n about their's conversation. “So, Prince Charming…”

“I’m not doing this with you, Matty.” Y/n moved forward, closer to the edge of the couch, ready to stand up.

Matty was quick answering, keeping her in place. “Why not?” he frowned. Y/n loved when he did that, it wasn’t the nicest expression, although she did love it on him. Matty looked cute all puzzled.

“We don’t talk about this stuff. I’m okay with that, and I’m not complaining.” she raised her hands.

“We should…” he thought out loud. Matty wanted her hearing the truth from him, not from some shitty website. 

“What? No…I prefer not to know.” she folded her arms, resting her back once again on the cushion.

Matty took a strand of her hair, getting distracted with it. Y/n’s body shivered with the action.  “You just want to find out through Instagram?” Matty hummed.

“She’s such a big mouth.” Y/n shrunk in her place, making her hair fall all over her face. Matty changed his attention to the front of her head, moving strands of hair out of the way. She was blushing. 

“Really, Y/n…I don’t mind telling you.” He did mind. Matty was desperate to tell her everything, at the same time his mind was constantly repeating how dangerous this whole conversation was. 

Little did Matty knew how much against Y/n was to the mere thought of him talking about fucking other girls. Her heart was hurting, her legs aching to run away somewhere safe -for example, her room-. “I do not want to know, Matty.”

“Why? I’m looking forward to learn about Prince Charming's tools of seduction.” Matty allowed himself to touch her chin, directing her attention to his face once more. His intention was to make it funny, but the proximity of their faces and the feather touch make it sound everything far from comical.

“You’re impossible.” Sat back up, tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head. Matty let his hand touch the side of her clothed leg. 

She needed to focus on anything than Matty. Her cheeks were on fire, making it complicated for her. Y/n felt him everywhere.

“Come on…Why don’t you wanna know? If I’m honest, tabloids make it look twenty times bigger than it really is.”

Y/n was intrigued, she couldn’t deny it. “Really?”

“See? You want to know!” Matty teased her.

“Nah”

“What about you tell me about Pri- Sorry, Paul…and then, I’ll tell you my stuff.” Matty offered as if they were in a commercial transaction.

“Matt-” Y/n was running out of excuses, Matty did notice.

He almost facepalmed himself while saying, “Come on. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Y/n took noticed of every fraction of his face. The freckles she remembered to kiss, specially during the mornings when they were acting sweet on bed. His stubble making an appearance. She wanted to run her hand, feeling the rough scratch of it against the skin of her hand. Not a single part make her believe he was being insincere. “Yeah…”

“Okay, Paul” Matty rubbed his hands as a fly would do. He never failed to make her laugh. 

“Why me first?” she whined.

“Because I say so…” the ego of this man, she thought.

Y/n muttered. “Rat”

“Yes, darlin’?” Matty joked, resting his head on the palm of his hands. 

Y/n blanked her eyes, starting with almost the same tale she told Grace. “He took me to a fancy restaurant…”

“You hate that.” Matty complained, pushing his body forward. 

Y/n wasn’t the biggest fan of fancy restaurants. Plenty of conversations about it gave that knowledge to Matty. Y/n wasn’t going to let him know he was in fact right. “I don’t! It was really nice.”

Matty analysed her eyes. “Liar.” he stated, without a shadow of doubt.

“I’m not lying, Matty!” Y/n made an effort to sound convinced enough.

Matty never let go of the eye contact. “You dread the experience. Being there sitting still, talking about mundane stuff and eating tiny pieces of food.” the lead singer stated every piece of evidence. Again, he was right and both of them know it deep down.

“It was nice, okay?” Y/n tried to settle down the discussion.

“Fine” he blanked his eyes. “What else?”

“He brought me flowers” Matty frozen, although she didn’t let him have the time to think about the coincidences. Y/n continued, “Forgot them inside his car-” Matty started laughing hard, until his head fell forward into Y/n’s lap. He pressed his forehead on her leg.

“What are you laughing about, idiot?” she chuckled without being able to contain it. Matty turned his head around on her lap, looking up, while his body rested on the couch. “You broke his heart with that, love!” he was smiling, victorious.

Y/n looked away. “I didn’t. He said he’s going to bring them next time we see each other” she explained and Matty ignored it.

“Tell him no, you already have a nice bouquet from Amelia” he wanted her attention far from Paul. 

“And you…” Y/n remind him, making Matty’s heart grew a size. 

He agreed, still smiling wide.“And me.”

Y/n started to play with his curls because the anxiety inside her pushed her to place her hands somewhere. They always felt softer than they looked. “It was a nice bouquet.” she admitted. 

“You’re welcome.” Y/n pulled his hair. “Auch. Okay, colour?” Matty couldn’t focus on anything rather her face close. 

Y/n felt like it was the thousand time she rolled her eyes.“You and Grace, I swear…yellow.” 

She wondered for the second time that evening if Matty knew anything about flowers. “Not very prince charming from him, if I'm honest…” she tugged his curls again, leaving her doubts behind. “Y/n!” 

“Stop calling him that then!” 

She didn’t really care about him calling Paul that, even she used it with Grace. It was fun to mess with him, at least a little, after all the teasing he putted her under.

“Never. Did Prince Charming- “ Y/n pulled a face that made him chuckled. “Kissed you?” Matty asked as if he didn’t fear the answer. The air was dense. He tried to control his breathing, faking being okay with his own question. Y/n stopped running her hands through his curls, even though she kept it there. 

“What if he did?” 

“Nothing.” he said quickly. Way too fast for his own liking.

“He didn’t kiss me.” Y/n admitted after what felt like an eternity for him.

He didn’t have more words, just the horrible image inside his brain of Y/n’s face and Paul’s close. “Mhm” Matty hummed, content with the new information.

“What?” 

His eyes were still closed when he wondered. “Were you waiting for him to do it?”

His heart marching to the rhythm of hope.

“I’m not sure” Y/n told him, sincere. 

“Mhm”

“Stop with the mhm’s!” She let her hand keep playing with his hair, massaging his scalp. 

“Sorry. Well, my turn.” Matty cheered a little, opening his eyes, without moving from his current placing.

This was his opportunity to let out a big part of what he wanted her to know. But Y/n didn’t think the same as him. For her, he was going to rip her heart out.

“You don’t have-” 

Matty started rumbling without hearing her. “I haven’t been on a date in…let me think.” he lifted his fingers in front of his face, counting. “Amelia was born in- We found out you were pregnant at week eight…” he was really thinking about it. “When was the last time we had a date?” he startled her with the question. The light coming from the side made his eyes look lighter and softer. 

“Never?” Y/n half answered, half asked.

“We had dates!” Matty searched inside her eyes.

“You never brought me flowers or booked a dinner” Y/n stated denying his affirmation.

“Because you hate that!” He wasn’t entirely right. She loved the bouquet Amelia and him brought home for her. 

“I don’t…hate it, entirely…”

Matty tried to recall some occasion that could pass as a date. “What about movie nights? The nights at the studio? We went to the cinema to watch Louis’ movie!” he went to move his fingers on the air again. 

“Really, do you want me to remind you the real purpose behind them?” Y/n smooth the lines of his forehead. Matty wanted to moan to the touch and the memories rushing through his head.

“Please do” he exclaimed, suggestively.

Y/n cheeks turning red. “Shut up!”

“Well, yeah, I haven't had a date in more than three years…” Matty continued. 

Y/n really felt he was lying, or minimising the truth, “I don’t believe it!”

“You let Grace influence you too much!”

“I don’t!”

“Anyway…I’ve been with a bunch of girls. I don’t remember them.” Matty admitted with shame painting his features. He knew he could speak with freedom, although the thought of Y/n thinking less of him made him regret saying his thoughts out loud. Even when he was sure Y/n wasn’t prejudice. 

“How come you don’t?” Y/n was truly puzzled. 

Matty scratched the space between his eyebrows, blocking his eyes from hers. “It was more about necessities….I wasn’t fully present…I stated how much I wasn’t into pursuing a formal..type of- A relationship” He started to sweat under her weight of his words.

“How ‘gone’ are we talking about?” Y/n quoted raising her fingers up.

Matty played with his hair, frustrated and embarrassed. “Very drunk most times. I believe I remember a few, can’t really tell.”

Y/n wasn’t sure what she can or should say. “That’s horrible, Matt. You should take some girl on a proper date…” she pinched his cheek.

“Oh, now you are giving me dating advices?” Matty lifted himself, leaving the warmth of her lap. He was inches away from her face.

“Nah. Take it as advice from a…friend” Y/n brushed him off, without moving a muscle.

“Mhm, a friend” Matty hesitates, looking directly at her lips. Y/n’s breathing stopped, acknowledging the direction of his eyes.

The baby call broke the bubble. Y/n excused herself, running upstairs to get Amelia. Matty let his head fall on the couch under him, face down. He groaned.

Friends? 

He shook his head, lifting himself up. 

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Amelia was giggling loud when Y/n entered the house after a quick visit to the shops. The sound brought a smile to her face. 

“Forty, forty-one…” Matt was counting out loud. Amelia never stopped laughing.

Y/n made her way into the living room after leaving the groceries in the kitchen. Matty was crunched up, while Amelia cackled under Matty’s toned body. He let himself down, without pushing his weight into the baby. He kissed his cheeks and come up again. “Forty two.”

“What are you two doing?” Y/n asked, amused, from the frame door. 

Matty looked back at her, without breaking his form. The muscles on his arms moving due to the force. His curls sticking to his forehead a little. “Working out.” 

“I see.”

“Mommy!” Amelia slipped away, moving between Matty’s arms, letting him come down and rest. Mel took Y/n’s hand and pushed her close to the floor. 

“What?” the girl pushed again, letting her know to come to her level. Amelia let her mother hand go and went to stand beside Matty. Both parents looked at her, prompted down messily. She made her way into her back again and shout.

“Daddyyy…” she was making grabby hands. 

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes.” Amelia said in the cutest tone.

 “She’s just obsessed with this.” Matty let Y/n know this piece of information.

He succumbed to Amelia's wishes once more. Y/n took her phone out, recording the game. She was going to miss Amelia's cute and pitchy laugh when she grows older. 

After a couple of fake counting, Amelia called her mother once more. She urged her to lay like her, and Y/n couldn’t say no to her baby. Matty and Y/n knew they spoiled the child a lot, although it was hard to say no to her happiness. 

Amelia disappeared from under Matty’s body and pushed Y/n’s shoulders down. “Daddy.” she said. 

Y/n looked directly at Matty, who was focused on his daughter. It wasn’t too hard to add two and two. Amelia want everybody involved in the game. She was way too innocent to know the tension forming between mom and dad. 

“What?” Matty asked her, knelt down in front of her. Amelia didn’t hesitate to take his hand and try to drag him closer to Y/n. 

Matty looked at Amelia’s mother, waiting for her response. “Just do one or two, she’s not going to stop until you-”

“Okay.” He didn’t need to be told twice. 

Matty rested his hands on both sides of Y/n’s shoulders. This wasn’t a strange position for the couple; even when they haven’t done it in a long time and after the evening they spend hours before. Matty took a big breath. He was tired at this point of the game, and being this close to Y/n was making him dizzy. 

“Daddy!” Amelia’s voice brought him back again. 

He plopped down, resting his lips slowly onto her cheek. Y/n closed her eyes for a second. 

She was feeling every part of him close. Y/n realized how much she had missed it. A wave of heat washed over her body. Matty made his way up again, Y/n opened her eyes, looking at him.

They were playing with fire.

“One.” he breathless said. 

Suddenly he was back down again, this time the tip of his nose was on her neck, inhaling her essence. Amelia’s clapping brook the bubble their parent were into. She was done with not being the centre of daddy’s attention. 

Matty moved away with hesitation, Y/n cleansed her throat and made a lame excuse to exit the room. Before going, she kissed Amelia to not got her upset. 

Matty looked at his daughter. “You little nymph.” he hugged her. 

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

His eyes were closed, the light was out. Matty heard the cracking of the door opening slowly. He froze on his place, in the middle of the big bed that occupied most of his bedroom.

“Matty, are you sleep?” Y/n asked from the proximity of the door. Matty cracked an eye open, wincing at the light of the hall. Her frame was dark in contrast with the white light. 

“No,,” sleep was a rear thing for him those days. “Everything alright?” He asked.

She didn’t respond. Matty watched her turn the hall’s light off and close the door.

Soon the mattress was sinking under her weight. Matty felt nervous like never before. He was almost naked, usually he slept like that. Leaving clothes at his reach just for any emergency. 

Matty propped up, helping himself by the support of his arms. The sheets revealing his chest even when everything was dark. “Y/n?” he hesitates. 

Y/s placed her hand in the middle of his chest. She was barely touching him, even though her body radiated warmth. 

Y/n pushed. Matty fell again in his mattress. Slowly but surely, she let her head fall into his chest. He sighted loudly. It’s been so long since she was inside his bed, in his bedroom. Almost, skin with skin.

Y/n traced patterns on his chest. Matty held a moan. It’s been so long since she touched him like that.  

He sensed her move around, instantly missing the feeling of her resting on top of his body. 

Y/n left a trail of kisses from the middle of his chest, until she reached the ‘we are kings tattoo’. Matty whined without caring, he wanted to enjoy every minute and second of it. 

“Y/n…” he meant to warned her, to ask her but her name came as a moan dropping from his lips. Sweeter than ever before.

Y/n moved even further down, hooking her fingers on the elastic of his underwear. His heart beating inside his ribcage, expecting the next action.

Matty in a reflex move grabbed the back of her head. “Tell me how much you want it, Matty.” the lights coming from outside illuminated her factions. Y/s smirked wide, playing with the fabric. Matty’s cock twitching under it.

Matty propped up from his bed. His breathing and his heart faster than normal. He ran both of his hands through his wet hair, messing them even more. 

He closed his eyes tight. 

The image of Y/n about to suck his dick so vividly in his mind. 

He tried to think about anything else, whatever helped to avoid the dream from returning.

Who was he trying to convince? 

Matty played the scene again. Making his right hand came in contact, over the fabric of his boxer, with his hard dick. He winced to the touch, picturing it was hers. 

If he was a better person, he would stop. Matty knew it was wrong, but it felt right. Amazing, mind-blowing.

Like so many times during the past two years, he pleasured himself at the thought of the woman he was in love with. 

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Soooooo, about that gaaleesbians fan fic you were talking about....

LETS GO LESBIANS

ahem

i swear i've mentioned it before but i cannae find it so i shall simply. talk about it again relieved emoji

i have exactly one(1) gaaleesbians fic which came to me in a bolt from da lord after @urieskooki was talking in chats about a fic she was working on affectionately called priestie boys and so now you are all eventually getting: naruto but puritan salem witch trials lesbians au. behold

it's called thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl and it's going to take me an eternity because i've decided i will write it ye olde 17th century sermon style for why though hey totally unrelated hey would u like a snippet? would u like a snippeptpett? woul ud dyu--

“If you would but allow me to taste you,” she whispered, her lips a red gleam against pale skin, red as shone the skin of a crisp apple in the Garden of Eden. Crimson, like blood on the fangs of a snake. “I might offer your treasure worship.” What treasure had she to offer? What worship might she, humble mortal as she was, deserve? “I do not know that of which you s-speak!” What were these feelings coursing within her, consuming her? Was she bewitched, as the sermons had warned? Was Gaara beset by the Serpent, invoking such spells as to ensnare Lee, feminine and vulnerable thus to such infernal spirits, so said the gospels? She had tried, with prayer, with holy silence, with physical toils, to protect herself against the plagues of consumption and stay herself upon the Lord. And yet. “La petit mort, the little death, or so say the French,” she said. Soft her hand slid across Lee’s cheek to brush a strand of hair. Her low laughter rang across the chamber, sweet bells for which no music could find itself an equal. “Has no lover bestowed upon you such wonders?” “L-lovers!? I have but one, my h-husband!” A husband for whom she must always be deferent to, obedient, subservient… Scarlet lips curved down, a frown to wrinkle her pale forehead and its wine-stain mark. “Does he please you?” “To serve my Lord and my husband is my d-duty—I shall not neglect even if he—” “This I have not asked.” Her words struck Lee down, like gospel, her eyes the nails upon which the Saviour crucified. Bow your head in prayer, o wretched ones. “Has he brought you raptures? Does he please you?” O Lord, forgive her. “No.” Lee had thought no sin could truly taste sweet until this moment, where fruit glistened naught on branches but between red lips and shining teeth. And she itched, burned, Hellfire under her skin screaming for a thirst that but Gaara’s touch might slake. Fingers, delicate, stroked up her front, around her waist to until the apron, green wool pooling to the floor while Gaara undid the small glass buttons down her gown front one by one. Lee should not allow this. Her body was a revelation meant for her husband alone. And yet. “As Christ loves His church, the husband must love his wife absolutely, and so I vow this unto you, I will be joined to you and you alone, as one body and one flesh.” Tenten’s stockings, a gift from Lee herself, on the floor— “Wives, be subject to your husbands, as to the Lord.” No. She would not! No sanctity could be found in her home, no longer was her bed a place of holiness, why should she be the sole faithful one? Let he without sin cast stones upon her, she would bear it. Gaara’s crimson red lips sang poisonous, blasphemous hymns, and she wanted nothing else. “I can,” she breathed. “I would show you, in all your loveliness, such wonders, if you wish it.” For if Gaara was the serpent in the Garden, she was Eve, and in that parable, it was she doomed to succumb to temptation; her weakness preordained, this was her Apple and the ways of wickedness were already within her, and so. “Please.” And so, she let Gaara consume her.

if it's not obvious as hell: local witch gaara is asking to consume wife-of-the-pastor-who-has-never-nutted-lee's coochie . hell fuckign yeah