#am mad I have to do NOT my dishes to eat everytime and am hungry

[antimony-ore]

I wish I lived on my own, cause when I tend to things that are bothering me rn I always get condescendinlgly thanked like I did it for her and it makes me want to not do anything ever.

Like no, literally if I knew you wanted it done I probably wouldn't have done it, you aren't nice to live with. And holy fuck stop dirtying every other dish in the house because you're mad I used like 2 and didn't imediately clean them. It's making me not eat because you leave me nothing to cook with all week every week.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷���𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

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[kaebedom-me]

ogei!! i am not mad that u eats only 2 meals as long as u dun starv urself 🥺 pleas eat well though!! i got request for u tho,,, how bout chaeya with s/o who can just,, cook very good? anything they do is like god's tears incarnate 😳💖 ((a also,, imagine them wearing nothing but an apron and greeting the boys when they come home in the evening 😳👉👈❤️💕💖💞)) anyways uwu ily and keep being the best mwahh mwah!! ❤️💕💖💞✨ -⭐

Star nonniiee i don't intentionally starve myself rest assured 💙💛❤️ ily ily mwah mwah mwah pls enjoy!!!

You cook!! That's so cute!!!! They'll 100% ask for you to make them food

Childe also likes cooking so he'll view it as a bonding thing y'all can do together uwu

Kaeya would just chill y'all got this

If you're like!! Confident in your skills and always offer to cool? They'll think it's so cute and get like extra eager to try

Is this some Shokugeki no Soma shit HAHAHA idk i pictured in my head their clothes just flying off and them moaning when they take 1 bite

Anyways, after trying your good and it's God Tier™ they're like!!!!!

Childe just downs the whole plate then and there you and Kaeya have to tell him to chill

Childe would also like asl for the recipe? Or for you to teach him how to make the meal because wow!!!! This is delicious?? He wants to provide for y'all like that too

Kaeya doesn't cook as much but if he's really feeling it he'd come join y'all to prepare ingredients

If not he just sits back and if you asked he'll tell you what he'd like to try

Also he'd come up with fusion foods for you to test out? Cuz he likes certain ingredients and thinks it would go well with certain dishes

Lots and lots of praise everytime y'all eat together after you've made food uwu

They instantly get like so energised after too? Like very big mood booster

You wearing nothing but an apron waiting for them to come home?

Wifey shit

They're suddenly hungry for you and not your food anymore

Get ready to get fukt on the counter of you're still making food

Kaeya will turn oof the stove dw uwu

Alternatively, you got fukt and you suddenly remember to like prep the food like heat up soup or flip the food on the stove for maximum taste so you just yeet on an apron

Get ready to get fukt round 2

Them pestering you for sum fuk while you're cooking and you have threaten them w a knife to leave HAHAH

Y'all can fuk after tho

[thatgirlwhowrites01]

hot head

part 11 | masterlist

social media au

zuko x reader

this is a very long and fluffy update and I hope it makes up for my lack of posting these past couple days 🥺🥺💕💕💕

Zuko POV

“What is your partner’s name again?”

“Uncle, they aren’t my partner,” carrying a tray of used tea cups towards the back of the shop, I cleared my throat as I set it down by the sink for washing later. “Their name is y/n.” I folded my arms across my chest and faced towards Iroh, a grin displayed clearly.

“You’re telling me that my nephew is doing all this work for a friend?” he laughed.

“I’m doing all this work because you’re letting us stay in the loft,” my hands pointed to the stairs, “Besides, I owe them a favor and they’ve never been to Ba Sing Se, it’s the least I could do.” Which wasn’t a complete lie. I did owe them a favor, after everything I did I’m surprised they even responded to my initial dm. The only problem was keeping uncle out of the loop. He always had a knack for knowing when I was being sneaky and although it was a sense that came in handy when I was a child, as a fully capable adult it has now become annoying.

“What do you plan on doing tonight?”

“Um, I’m not too sure, I’m just planning on showing them the main spots of the city and then maybe some dinner.” I tried to play it off cool, but inside my heart was pounding at a rate far from healthy.

“Just make sure when you guys get back to lock the doors and wash any dishes you use, I’ll be in around nine in the morning tomorrow.”

“I will, don’t worry.” I watched as uncle took the shop key off the hook on the back wall. He tossed it to me with a wink, “Have fun Zuko.”

The shop was now mine for the night and I still had a couple hours before I had to leave to pick y/n up. There wasn’t much left to do since I had been here all day to help with customers and cleaning. I finished setting up the loft early this morning, it wasn’t anything super fancy. A couch that could be folded into a bed was pressed to the side wall and a nice mattress layed towards the back. I set up some fairy lights and a couple lanterns placed on tables around the room to add a relaxed ambience when lit tonight.

I can’t explain the feelings I’m having, nervous? Excited? I’m not sure, it’s hard to say. When Azula first told me about y/n she described them as this ugly, manipulative, mean person. But they aren’t like that at all. I remember when I first watched their video, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. They were beautiful, and the way they laughed made me feel warm inside, something I haven't felt in a long time. Azula insisted they were bad, and unfortunately I believed her. When they retaliated against me I didn’t know how to act, it filled me with rage because no one ever retaliates against me. I genuinely did hate them for a while but when the private investigator told me about what happened with their mom I wanted to take everything back. They had already been through so much and I was taking away something that could potentially work out really well. Despite what happened in the past I want this night to be a sort of ‘peace treaty’ if possible.

Y/N POV

The circumstances weren’t exactly ideal.. Zuko, the one who bullied me relentlessly with his twitter fingers was going to be my tour guide of Ba Sing Se for the night. The warnings from Katara and all my other friends wouldn’t leave my head and I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that they were right. I did forgive too easily, but it was too late to cancel and plus I’ve never been to the city before.

I packed a small bag with a change of clothes and a couple miscellaneous items, being unsure of what the night would bring I made sure to pack some pepper spray too. I don’t think Zuko would try to hurt me, but being in a big city with one of the biggest jerks I know I had to come prepared.

It’s nearing five in the afternoon and my nerves are starting to get the better of me. Anytime now Zuko would be here and I’m starting to realize how awful this situation is. I could taste blood in my mouth from chewing on the inside of my cheek, “fuck,” I said while reaching for my phone. Almost on instinct my fingers swiped to Katara’s name in my contacts. The monotone ring droned on until I heard her pick up on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Katara, I’m freaking out, Zuko’s gonna be here at any moment and I don’t know what to do,”

“Hey it’s gonna be okay, are you sure you want to do this? I can always just make up an excuse for you so you don’t have to go?” I can tell she desperately wants me to say yes, but I can’t bring myself to do it.

“No it’s okay, I just really need someone to talk to until he gets here,”

“Okay, I promise it’s gonna be alright. You’ve got a whole army waiting up tonight to make sure you’ll be okay. Sokka, Suki, and Toph are gonna come over to Aang’s house with me and we’re not going to sleep until you’re back at wherever you’re staying.”

“Okay,” I laughed “If I don’t send updates by 11 send someone”

“Will do, Toph said she’s been ready to practice some knew boxing moves”

“Can’t wait,”

Our conversation went on for several minutes until I heard a knock on my door. “Coming!” I yelled and quickly ended the call, rushing to grab my bag. My hand curled around the handle and realization hit when I opened the door to see Zuko holding a bouquet of sunflowers. I smiled “Are these for me?”

“Yeah, I figured it’s the least I could do to make up for stuff.”

“Thank you,”

He seemed different than in his videos. His face was softer and his voice less harsh. I followed him to his car which was, to put it lightly, much nicer than my mini-van. I’m not even a car person but it was polished black with dark tinted windows and red rims, definitely something I could see him driving. He opened my door,  allowing me to slide in and fully appreciate the car. Leather seats accompanied a ‘new car’ smell and the front displayed a touch screen for controls. Shitty person or not, he rides in style.

After pulling away from my apartment the car fills with a low volume of slow RnB, “I’m not too sure if you  have anything specific in mind that you want to do, so I figured I’d show you my favorite parts of the city and grab something to eat, maybe some drinks?”

“That sounds great to me,” I smiled.

The rest of the car ride was silent, but with the mix of the sun close to setting, RnB, and the scenery I didn’t feel the need to talk. For a Friday night the traffic wasn’t that bad, we worked our way through it easily and stopped outside of a tea shop.

“This is my Uncle’s shop, there’s a loft on the top he said we could use for the night.”

“That’s so nice of him,  I’ll have to come back sometime to say thank you.”

I waited behind Zuko as he fiddled with the door. Now that I am standing next to him it was clear how muscular he was. The tight green shirt fit snug around his shoulders and biceps, his back muscles flexed while giggling the door handle. Finally it popped open and my focus changed to the space we were entering. It was cute and tiny, tables lined the walls and the bar had several stools flipped on top. I followed Zuko as he climbed the stairs to the loft.

“I washed and made the bed for you so you don’t have to worry about bugs or  anything,” Zuko pointed to the bed. I walked over to throw my bag down on the mattress “This place is so adorable, I love it!”

“Tea is my uncle's passion, when I was younger and he first started this shop I worked for him. This place is practically my home away from home.” He sat down on the couch facing me.”

I nodded, taking the place in. Fairy lights danced around the ceiling twinkling in a way that was mesmerizing. “Are you hungry?” Zuko asked.

“Is that even a question?” we both shared a laugh, “Come one, I know the best place for some pho.”

***

“And then, I practically threw up all over the place!” I laughed uncontrollably through my mouth full of pho,  “I can’t believe that,  in the middle of church?!” Zuko’s comment made me laugh even harder. “I swear! My mom was so mad it took everything in her power to not to drag me out by my hair!”

The night was going incredibly well. After a couple awkward ice breakers we somehow got on the subject of disappointing our parents and now we were the loudest table in the restaurant. Zuko was so much easier to talk to than I expected, and we had a lot in common.

“Excuse me, but would you and your partner like any dessert?” I was too busy laughing, I didn't even see the waiter approaching.

“Oh, they aren’t my partner.” I couldn’t help but snort which in turn made Zuko start laughing again, “I think we’re ready for the check if that’s alright” he said with as much composure and he could muster. I waited until the waiter was out of sight, “Partner” I snorted again. “Hey, the guy was just trying to find out if you were single,” I rolled my  eyes at Zuko’s comment. “Whatever..”

“It’s the truth! I bet everytime you go out you’re bombarded with people trying to get  with you!”

“Mhmm for sure, but I only  grace them with attention if they can guess my favorite color.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Zuko stared at me, rolling his lips to hide his smile.

“Why would you want to know? Are you trying to gain my attention?”

“I just want to make sure I know who I’m dealing with, they say you can learn a lot from people’s favorite color you know..”

“And who exactly is ‘they’?” I asked while crossing my arms.

“I prefer to keep that a secret.” He said while mimicking my stance.

We laughed together again at the stupidity of our argument. The waiter came back with the check and I reached for the cash I brought but before I could even get it to the table Zuko handed him a few $20’s telling him to keep the change. Warmth rose to my face “Thank you, I could’ve at least split it with you,”

“No worries, this is your trip and I wanna make it special.” he smiled, “Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”

We began walking the silent streets of Ba Sing Se, I admired all the little shops along the way. There was so much to do here and so many different people to meet. I think I have fallen in love with the city. When we came upon a small turn Zuko asked me to close my eyes.

“Why?” I smiled, I didn’t really care for the reason but I enjoyed teasing him.

“Just do it,”

With my eyes closed he grabbed my hand. I felt a jolt of energy race through my body. His hands were warm and calloused and much bigger than mine. The same warmth I felt at dinner returned as I tried suppressing my smile to no avail.

“You’re gonna love this.” he said, I could almost see his grin in my imagination. As he guided me I could hear water splashing and turtle ducks quacking. I was so excited I almost opened my eyes. Eventually he stopped me, “Can I open my eyes now?” I asked, wanting to know what he had led me to. “One sec,”

He shifted behind me, I could tell he was standing close because the heat radiating off of his body touched the back of my neck. “Okay, open.”

I was greeted with the sight of a beautiful fountain lit from all around, I felt like I had entered another world. It was so beautiful, the lights reflecting off the water made it even brighter. “What do you think?”

“Zuko, this is so pretty. I love it”

“I’m glad, this is one of my favorite spots. Especially at night.”

“I can see why,”

He made his way right next to me. We were standing so close our fingers grazed each other. I smiled at him nervously, unsure of what to do. “Do you want to feed the turtle ducks? I’ve got some bread”

“Yes!!” I said while practically running towards the animals in the fountain. I sat on the ledge which was a bit wet but not uncomfortable and Zuko took a seat next to me pulling a bag out of his pocket. He handed me a couple pieces to throw into the fountain and I wasted no time throwing it in.

They swarmed the area close to us splashing water as they ate. Zuko and I krept closer and closer together, if I moved my head it would bump into his shoulder.

I felt his hand fall on top of mine and I looked up. His eyes looked into mine and fell to my lips, the tension building had me leaning closer. His hand came up to gently cup my cheek while my eyes fluttered closed. Our lips met  with a heat, my breath caught in my chest due to the sudden sensation.

The kiss was slow, but short. This was better than the kiss Haru and I shared back at Aang’s grandparent’s house. This was electric and made me feel something.  We pulled away, my forehead falling on his. I could feel my heart beating through my chest.

This felt right.

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[braziliancurly]

That's my first FanFiction, hope you enjoy it! I'm not fluent in English, so I'm sorry for my mistakes.

Imigrant (Joe X FemReader)

You’re sitting with your son, at your house's sofa, waiting for your husband to back with the dinner.

- Mom, dad is taking forever!. – He says really annoyed.

-Darling, you need to be a little more pacient! – you reply him gently, trying to calm him down but looking into his light brown eyes you see that he's hungry, and couldn’t wait no longer (just as he's dad). – Dad must be in the way home, arriving soon.

You stand up from the sofa and kiss your son's wavy dark blond hair. You move to the kitchen in order to set the dinners table.

As soon as you finish you hear the door open and you husband asking your son to help him.

-MAMA! Dad's home! – Your baby said coming to the kitchen to put the Coke on the table and then taking a sit.

Your husband just did the same, but with the dinner's bags.

-Dinner!! -The hungry kid finally give a big smile - I thought I'll die before having it!

-What have we already told you about this words ? -Your husband said seriously.

- Sorry, dad.

-Just an expression, Joey. Don’t be mad. -You tried to broke the little heavy atmosphere, while you serve your kid.

-I don’t care, that's not a nice thing to say, or play. Death is not a joke.

Joe is rarely angry, by the way, something really bad need to happen to mad him. You need to know what happened that night, but you wouldn’t ask during the dinner to avoid increase the tension.

You all had dinner in silence, your little boy was ashamed and Joe was serious.

- I've finished. – Carefully said the boy.

-Do you want something more, Lucca? – you asked him.

-No, thanks.

-So put you plate, glass and cutlery to wash and go brush your teeth. Mama will soon be in your room to say good night .

As an angel he did what you told him. When he was far enough for not hearing any sound from the kitchen you decided to talk to Joe.

- Babe, what's wrong? – You tried to be carefully as possible.

-Nothing.

-Joey, please... That’s not you! What happened? You left home so happy and calm, then you back so different. – You stop eating to look him right to his eyes.

He didn’t answer to your question, keeping himself in silence till the last piece of his meal.

-I am full. – He said in a very angry tone.

- Sorry? – You were confuse.

- I can’t stand those immigrants. They're trash! Completely trash. Can’t even prepare na fast food order. It’s so simple. Why do they need to be so dumbass??? – He was furious, his eyes where dark in anger. – They just came here to steal our place! To occupy our kids' school, our hospitals and to be one more eating our food!

You couldn’t recognise him. He'd never say something like that. Special to you! His words were hurting you. You where holding your tears, but kept pretending you're strong. You wanted to see how far he can go...

-Joseph, they just mistaken your order, do you really need to act like that?

-NOT! WAS NOT ONLY THAT! I AM FULL. FUCKING HELL!! THOSE ASSHOLES ALWAYS DO THAT. THEY MISTAKE EVERYTHING, EVERYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

-Slow down, Joseph Francis Mazzello. – You said seriously and angry, you said his full name to open his eyes to the fact that he’s from an immigrant family.

-SLOW DOWN? SLOW DOWN? – He stand up, punching the table with all his strength. – Those Latins are fucking the country, can’t you see? – He said while he came close to you. He put one of his hands in your cheek, looking you right to your eyes – which probably shows him how disappointed, sad and angry you were about his behaviour. He took some seconds, and said after a deep breath full of frustration: and I also have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, I'm definitely fucked.

-No, Joseph, you don’t have to deal with an “immigrant rights defender”, you have to deal with a immigrant wife. Or ex, suit your self.

You left him in the kitchen and went to your room, locked the door already crying.

-How could he say that? – You said to your self. – Has he forgotten who I am?

You cried your heart out till you fall asleep, completely hurt and weak .

Joe was at the kitchen, so furious that he didn’t wanted to follow you when you left. He just punch the wall two or three times before doing the dishes.

-What happened, dad? – The 7 years old asked him, shy and afraid of his dad's reaction. -Mama's crying .

-We had a little row. – Joe winked at Lucca.

-Why is she crying?

-Pregnancy makes women more sensitive, it’s just that. Don’t worry, she'll be fine. -He gave him a kiss on forehead -Now it’s time to good boys go to bed.

- Good night, dad.

-Good night, Lucca. – The boy was leaving the kitchen when Joe remember to say something important – Lucca! – he stopped and look back to his father – Dad loves you!

-So do I, dad!

Joe finished to organise all the kitchen and went to the living room, turning the TV on. He's watching Fast and Furious 5, when a scene reminds him how he met you. It happened on a Holliday, when he was watching a soccer match at Maracanã Stadium. You were sitting by his side, supporting your team, he got fascinated by you, for his lucky you also appreciated him and accepted his invitation for a beer after the match .

-GODDAMNIT! SHE'S BRAZILIAN – he yelled – Asshole. How could you forget it?

He jumped out the sofa and went to his room, faster as possible. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

-Oh c'mom. -he whispered – Darlin’?. – knocking the door – Darlin’please, open it.

You were sleeping, couldn’t hear him, after some minutes he left your door backing to the living room, he passed in front of Lucca's room and the door was opened, he put his head inside just to check if everything was ok.

Joe layed down on the sofa, without any blanket or pillow. He closed his eyes feeling the cold wind in his light and soft skin.

It was 3 a.m when he felt something warm in his arms, he opened his eyes facing Lucca.

-Oh, sweetheart! Why not in your bed?

- I had a nightmare. I went to your room but it was locked so I down stairs to drink water and found you here, you were cold, dad, then I brought you a blanket.

Joe sat on the sofa with Lucca's blanked on his back and shoulders, he put him in his lap

_ You are the best thing that ever happened to me, you don’t know how your father does love you. You'll only understand when you become a dad too. -Joe was trying not to cry. – I really love you, never forget it . Thank you for being so lovely to me . – He kissed his head while hugging him. Lucca is everything for Joe, he could kill or die for him.

Joseph stand up with his son in arms going to the kid's room. There, he layed him first then layed by his side.

-Let's stay together tonight – He said while covering both with the StarWars blanket.

Lucca quickly felt asleep, and Joe took the opportunity to appreciate his son, he's Joseph's spitting image, even though his hair is a mix of Joe straight hair and (Y/N) dark brown curls.

- You're so perfect, Lucca. -He whispered while lovely stroking his hair. -Can't believe I made you. Please stop growing up so fast. – Joe felt asleep thinking about how could his father be pleased to meet Lucca.

You woke up at 7 a.m, your eyes and face were swollen. You were feeling bad, still hurt by Joe’s behaviour and words. You started to cry again, but in silence.

It was 7:45 when you got strong enough to go to the bathroom to pee and wash your face. You also felt a little bit sick and no longer you vomit all your dinner.

- Oh shit! – you complained.

You brush your teeth and left your bedroom. In the hallway you saw Lucca's door open, so you cold see Joe and Lucca sleeping together. You got closer to them, carefully enough to not make noise. They were in a kind hug, Lucca’s head was in Joe’s chest, the scene melt your heart. You placed your hand in your belly, were baby 2 was, with a smile in your face you left the room.

You decided not to have breakfast, but had to prepare Lucca’s pancakes. Definitely pancakes are the boys' favourite breakfast, but you only prepared it for the younger one.

Chilling at the swimming pool area you hear some laughs coming from the stairs. You took a look inside your house and saw Joe playing airplane with Lucca. They were getting closer to you but don’t want to talk to Joe, so you pretend to be watching videos on you cellphone.

-MAMAAA!! – Lucca said in Joe’s arms

-Ooooh – You answer your inside joke. Joe cuddle putting the boy on the floor again. Lucca hugs you – Had a good night? – You asked pulling him to your lap.

-I had a nightmare, but dad helped me. -he said while you were playing with his dark blond waves and small curls.

You kissed his cheek making he smile, Joe noticed that you don’t want to talk to him, but still stand close to where you were .

- There’re pancakes waiting for you, Lucca.

-Yeahh! – He jumped out your lap, - We love it! – Lucca said holding Joe’s hand pulling him to the kitchen. You follow them, and served Lucca just after he sat .

While you were filling the boy’s glass with juice, Joe was looking to you, waiting for something, he was a bit ashamed, but said nothing. When you finish you left the kitchen.

Lucca stop his meal and pick a plate to Joe, sharing one of his two pancakes with dad.

-Now we are the same! – He said happily, Joe felt something hard in his throat, but made a huge effort to smile .

-Thanks, dude.

They had their pancakes, Lucca go cicle in the yard and Joe started looking for you.

-There you are. – he said, trying to sound nice. - Guess we need to talk.

You were ironing some of your baby’s clothes. You didn’t stop to look at Joe, you just ignore him.

-Ok, this way is harder, but you leave me no choices... -You asked God to shut up him – Yesterday was a horrible day, 15 years since my dad left me. – he stop a little, facing the floor. “God, please” you prayed. – I was trying hard to be happy and forget about it, but at night, I was hungry, and the attendants from the restaurant annoyed me, I couldn’t control myself. I am so ashmed. That wasn’t me. I swear. – He was looking to you, waiting any reaction. – Please, look at me, lets talk about it, I wanna apologize, look me in the eyes, please. I hate this. It’s so bad for me, for Lucca and for our baby. Please, look at me, let me explain myself?

You stoped, turned the iron off and looked at him. He was so handsome, his sad face, rose cheek, red lips, not brushed hair, you really want to kiss him and say “its fine”.

-Better, thank you. -He said a little sarcastic when you looked into his eyes- (Y/N) I am so sorry, my blood boiled yesterday I couldn’t think straight. Sorry for everything you've heard, you didn’t deserve. You know, I’m also imigrant.. – You rolled your eyes – Sorry. I love you. I do really love you. Everything you do is great, look at our family, we’re so blessed. I'm the most blessed man in the world, I have my Brazilian wife, our son, baby two comming, both healthy and loved. I couldn’t ask for more. Please forgive me. – He said in a shocked voice – Can’t live without your smile, hug and love, I... -You stopped him

- I forgive you. – You said emotionlessly although you were dieing inside. You noticed that your cold-reply made him a little more sad. -Is this all? -Your voice was chocked too.

A tear stream down Joe’s face before he come closer to you. He placed his hands on your waist, making you shiver, he gave you a sweet kiss in your forehead.

- (Y/N) Eu te amo. – You felt few tears falling from his eyes on your skin. He gave you one more forehead kiss. - Você ser meu vida. – Joe’s Portuguese was kinda wrong, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t hold your tears anymore. -Eu te amo.

-Joey, eu também te amo. – You answer, kissing his lips passionately. Both were crying. Joe's hands grip you firm and yours were in his neck and hair. But no longer you had to stop kissing when Lucca arrive.

-Jesus! – Your son's hands were covering his eyes. Joe blush and cuddle. You felt your face heat but tried to play it cool.

-We've finished – Joe said rolling his eyes in a funny way. Your son discovered his eyes -Come here - Joe called him for a hug. Lucca pulled into his dad's arms, and you 3 hug together.

-Thank you, Lord, I’m so blessed! – Joe whispered during the hug. You look at his eyes and saw a little happy tear raising. You smile and also thank God for your family.

[theweirdymcweirderson]

Help me practice pt. 20

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3545

Warnings: Apologies, cuteness overload, teasing, overprotective!Bobby, some tearing up, kissing, camping trip

Summary: College!AU The reader has never been kissed and as a guy starts to take interest in her, she asks Dean, her best friend, to help her practice. After they kiss, none of them seem to be able to keep holding back the feelings they have for each other.

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Notes: I know you’re thinking: “FINALLY!” Cause, well, it’s what I’m thinking *giggle*

Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy the new chapter! *kisses*

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“I’m not cheating on you, (Y/n)…” His voice was a soft whisper which you were sure you wouldn’t have heard if the light, spring breeze hadn’t been blowing your way, “I know you’re not, Dean” His mind seemed to register your voice, but not the words you were speaking, “I swear to God, baby, I’m not. I-wait, what?”

You walked to the wooden swing seat on your porch and sat down, looking up at Dean, who seemed too uncomfortable with the situation to sit next to you, “I trust you, Dean, I know you’d never cheat on me…plus, we’re always together and when we’re not, we’re texting or speaking on the phone, so, yeah.”

He locked eyes on yours for the first time when you’d finished your little speech; a small smile stetching on his lips and hinting at his dimples as he seemed to relax a little bit, “I’m so sorry I lied, (Y/n), it’s just that…” You waited expectantly for his explanation, mentally urging him to keep talking and after a deep breath, he did.

“You know I’m not good at relationships, everytime I tried to embark in one, it always ended up with the girl accusing me of cheating, so I panicked and lied about the text. Then when you told me you knew, I was afraid you’d think she was my side chick or something and I ended up attacking you before you could explain”

Sometime during his rushed explanation, Dean ended up kneeling in front of you, his hands holding yours in your lap almost as if he was afraid you’d get up and leave, “You know, I never really cared when the others accused me of cheating, I always thought if they didn’t trust me then there was nothing I could do, but with you…" 

He stopped his ranting, locking his clear, green eyes on yours and taking his time staring in the depths of them, momentarily losing his trail of thoughts until he blinked and shook himself out of his haze, “I can’t lose you, (Y/n)! I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry for lying and hurting you and saying the things I said, I didn’t mean them, (Y/n), none of them" 

You nodded, closing your eyes when you felt them begin to tear up and bringing your forehead on Dean’s, smiling when his breath hitched in his throat at your proximity, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I was-it just hurt when you said what you did; a lot. I know you had a reason for lying, and I thought it was because you didn’t trust me or something…" 

A small smile spread on your lips as you remembered the amount of time you spent wondering what you’d done wrong, while Dean tightened his grip on your hands, biting on his lower lip and shaking his head, “God, sweetheart, you have no idea how sorry I am. I love you so, so much, forgive me, please!" 

The confidence that usually laced Dean’s voice was gone, replaced by desperation as his words took on a boyish, defeated tone that you’d only heard once when you were still in middle school. Sammy had gotten sick and Dean didn’t know what to do; he’d tried to be strong for his little brother like always, only to break down with you later on in the evening. 

You opened your eyes, finding his red-rimmed emeralds already staring at you, glistening with unshed tears, "You won’t get rid of me so easily, buddy! I love you, too, Dean” A relieved, shuddering breath escaped his parted lips and washed over yours; none of you daring to break eye contact as his hands slowly travelled up your arms. 

He cupped your cheeks, his touch so light you were afraid you were just dreaming again until his lips brushed yours. A gentle, soft brush of his plump, voluptuous lips on yours, almost as if he was scared you’d pull away. Your hands moved from where they were resting on your lap and snaked underneath his signature leather jacket. 

You fisted his blue, flannel shirt and spread your legs, pulling Dean between them as you pressed him closer to your body and properly captured his lips in a searing kiss which had him release a hum of approval. His thumb gingerly caressed your cheek, and you were sure he felt the blush you were sporting just from their warmth. 

One of his hands tangled in your (h/c) tresses, keeping your face close to his as you both lost yourselves in the other, until someone clearing their throat made you pull apart abruptly. You both turned around to find Bobby standing by the door, sporting his yellow, daisy-patterned apron and a wooden spoon in his right hand. 

You sat in mild shock, watching as Dean quickly detached himself from you and scrambled to his feet, “Dean…” Bobby’s voice was serious, but you could see the glimmer of amusement in his brown eyes, “Sir!” Your eyes widened slightly at Dean’s panicked voice and choice of words, before you had to stifle a giggle at his flustered state. 

They stared at one another, Dean practically shaking with nerves until Bobby directed his gaze on you, “Well, (Y/n), I came out to ask Alice and Steve if they were staying for dinner, but I guess it’ll have to be for another time, huh?” You nodded your head with a small smile, “Yep, Alice told me they were going to the movies" 

You shrugged your shoulders, watching as Bobby brought his eyes back on your poor boyfriend, "So Dean, you staying for dinner?” Dean’s eyes flitted to yours for barely a second and he bit down on his bottom lip nervously before nodding his head, “I’d really like to stay if you’ll have me, sir" 

Bobby shook his head, turning on his heels to conceal his smirk, and cleared his throat before letting you know that the food was almost ready and to hurry up. Once you and Dean were left alone again, you let loose a chuckle, which was spurred on by Dean’s mock glare, "Sir? Seriously?!" 

Pouting his slightly swollen lips, Dean scowled at you, mainly to hide his own grin, "Shut up, I panicked okay! Do you think he’ll poison my food or something?” You shook your head, making your way to the door with him following close behind you, “Yeah, probably" 

A groan left his mouth as he snaked his hand down to intertwine his fingers with yours, "The things I do for you, woman!” With slightly blushing cheeks, you rose on your tiptoes and pressed a peck to his cheek, noticing the smile that spread on his face at the action, before you pulled him with you towards the kitchen since you didn’t want Bobby to get the wrong idea. 

You sat all at the table after you and Dean set it up, and Bobby served each one of you some risotto alla parmigiana. From the corner of your eye you could see Dean’s wary expression as he scooped some on his fork, and you heard his heavy, defeated sigh as he brought it to his lips and started eating, “Woah, this is delicious, Bobby!" 

You almost sputtered the water you were sipping on at Dean exclamation, and you turned to Bobby, waiting for his answer, "Trying to sweet talk me there, boy?” Dean’s eyes widened while you pursed your lips to contain your laughter, “What? N-no. No, I just…I was, ehm-” Finally, Bobby decided to take mercy on him, and started chuckling, relieving Dean of his worries. 

“Oh, c'mon, Bobby! You serious? Not cool, man, not cool at all” Bobby flashed you a wink as you started giggling as well, the both of you ignoring Dean’s half-hearted glares, “You should’ve seen your face, Dean, it was hilarious!” His phone ringing, cut him from answering you and he resorted to only spare you an offended glance. 

“Mom? Ehm, yeah, I’m still at Bobby’s. Mom, c'mon, can’t we talk about this when I’m back?! Fine. Yes, yes she forgave me. Okay, sure…Love you too, mom, bye.” Both you and Bobby were staring a Dean with amusement clearly written all over your faces, making him squirm in his seat as he slid his phone back in his pocket. 

He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but your way as he mumbled, “Uhm, mom says hi, and she said you should come over for dinner one of these days” You both nodded, Bobby wasting no time in making Dean feel a little more uncomfortable, while you licked your lips and pulled the lower one between your teeth to stop yourself from laughing. 

After you’d managed to calm yourselves down, Dean realized how hungry he actually was since he’d only eaten his pie and dug into his food as you made small talk; Bobby telling you about his two days away with John. When you’d finished eating, you convinced Bobby to go rest assuring him that you’d take care of the dishes. 

He ended up going to the living room to watch some sports, while you and Dean tackled the kitchen and cleaned it up. All the way Dean kept showering you with compliments, apologies and from time to time, after he’d made sure that your uncle was nowhere in sight, he’d pull you into his arms and kiss you, claiming to be making up for lost time. When the kitchen was spotless, you went to your room to watch a movie and catch up. 

“You know, Dean, last week when you asked me to leave with you for a couple of days, just the two of us; I sure as hell didn’t think you’d take me camping in the middle of the woods!” You huffed as you swatted yet another annoying fly from the tip of your nose, “I promise you you’ll enjoy yourself, baby girl, trust me" 

He accompanied his words with his trademark smirk and a flirty wink, which in this case did nothing to lighten your mood, "Sure. Nothing screams romantic weekend as much as an army of bugs trailing up your body while you sweat like a pig.” In reality, Dean had had the decency to bring some insect repellent, which you’d thoroughly sprayed all over your body, twice; but that was beyond your point. 

You’d been walking for the past hour and a half, and your legs were starting to feel like jello as you tried to avoid broken tree branches and puddles of muddy water, which still hadn’t had the time to dry, no matter how hot the last week had been. Dean, however, seemed overly excited about your impending weekend, and you couldn’t help but smile a little at the boyish grin on his face. 

A few minutes later and a load of more complaining from your side, you decided to stop to rest a little bit, Dean allowing you to sit on his lap as you sat by the river that ran across your small town, and you listened as he told you about the time John had brought him and Sam camping, giggling at the shenanigans they’d pulled on their poor father. 

“Wanna skinny dip?” He playfully wiggled his eyebrows at you, half hoping that you’d agree, “Sure, in your dreams, Winchester!” He nuzzled your neck, apparently not caring about the fact that you were both sticky and gross from the workout you’d just had under the unforgiving sun, “Oh, we’ve done that in my dreams, plenty of times. How about you make them come true?" 

You kept denying and he kept asking for a little longer, before you got up and Dean hauled your bags over his shoulder and continued walking to where he said he knew the perfect spot for your adventurous weekend. You let your mind wonder for a while as you enjoyed the scenery, practically doubling over when Dean almost tripped and cursed. 

Among glares from your boyfriend and giggles from your part, you managed to make it to your destination; your eyes widening in surprise at the cabin in front of you, "No way! When did you finish it?” You turned to Dean, who was sporting a proud grin on his face at the astonishment that laced your voice, “Couple of months ago, was waiting for the right time to bring you here" 

You hummed and returned your attention to the cabin Dean had spent almost three years building up with his father. Since they were both busy, John with work and Dean with college, they’d settled for building it a little at a time, spending part of their holidays on the construction which apparently had brought to great results. 

He unlocked the heavy, wooden door and let you in first, chuckling when you squeaked in excitement, "No freaking way! This is awesome, Dean! I totally forgot about it, you know, you stopped bringing it up, and I thought you’d grown tired of it, but…wow, you guys did one hell of a job!” You took in your surroundings, noticing the minimal decor Dean had gone with, and made a mental note to buy him something to add. 

Dean went to the small kitchen, which was connected to the “living room” and you realized that he’d taken the time to buy some food, something which you hadn’t even stopped to think about until that moment; while you, went to snoop around in the other rooms. The bedroom had a small closet and a king sized bed, with two nightstands on either side, and a door which brought to the bathroom. 

You decided to go back to Dean, leaning against the counter as he whistled a tune to himself, “So…you mind if I disappear for a quick shower?” He tilted his head back to look at you, flashing you a grin, “Depends, am I allowed to join?” You giggled and shook your head, gesturing to your current state, “Nope, cause I feel gross at the moment" 

You didn’t wait for his answer as you grabbed some clothes and walked back to the bathroom, but you managed to hear when he mumbled ’Pfft, more like gorgeous…’ which made you smile. You quickly scrubbed yourself clean, using the body wash Dean had in the bathroom and threw on your tank top and shorts, not even bothering to dry your body as you pulled your wet hair in a messy bun. 

You smiled at the small bathtub on the other side of the bathroom, apparently Dean cherished his showers and baths even in the middle of the woods. Gathering your dirty clothes, you placed them in the small laundry bag you’d brought with you to keep them separated from your clean ones, and joined Dean in the kitchen where he was placing some sandwiches in a picnic basket. 

"Hey!” You leant up when he turned to face you, pressing a chaste peck on his smiling lips, “Mmmm, you smell like me…” He grumbled the words against your lips and you giggled, “That I do” He closed his eyes and nuzzled your neck, breathing you in before he pulled back with a grin on his face, “I love it” He pecked you again, and then turned back to his task. 

“Are we having a picnic?” He nodded, sending you a suggestive wink, letting you know that he was thinking about your first date as well, “You mind finishing this up? I wanna shower too so we can leave” You hummed and took the basket from his hands, shooing him away and telling him where you’d put the dirty laundry bag, and he left after grabbing a handful of your bottom and giving it a squeeze. 

Dean’s shower was even shorter than yours, and once he was done, you grabbed the basket and made your way outside. You sat near the river you’d passed by earlier, eating and making fun of each other, until Dean thought it would be funnier to start chasing you around, and even though you’d never admit it to him, you did have enjoy trying to outrun him.

You headed back when it started to get dark, and the soft breeze turned into a light wind; Dean complying into giving you a piggy ride after you’d complained about how tired you were, which might not have been entirely true, but you could tell from the smirk on his face when you’d battled your eyelashes at him, that he already knew that. 

Reaching the cabin, you went to set the basket in the kitchen and store the food you hadn’t eaten in the fridge, while Dean connected his laptop, which he’d brought along, to the small TV in the living room and popped in The Fast and The Furious. You’d agreed to watch the movie, knowing that it was his favourite and you knew it had to do with the amazing cars that it featured. 

However, not even ten minutes had passed, that none of you were paying attention to what was happening on the screen. You were straddling one of his thighs; your arms around his neck as you threaded your fingers through his silky locks, while he had one hand on your lower back, pressing your body flush to his, and the other one squeezing your upper thigh. 

You detached your lips from his, trailing kisses along his strong jawline and down to his neck, enjoying his laboured breathing and silent gasps, “Dean?” He hummed to inform you to keep talking, and you brought your lips to the shell of his ear before finishing your sentence, “I want you to make love to me!" 

Lightly tugging on his earlobe with your teeth, you noticed the shudder that travelled down his spine and then your request seemed to register in his fogged brain, "You want to-uh…now?!” You leant back a little, just enough for your eyes to find each other and bit down on your bottom lip, nodding as you felt your cheeks blossoming red. 

He seemed hesitant, but before you could tell him to forget you ever asked, he spoke up, “You sure about it? Cause I want to, baby, trust me, I do but- you know that I love you, right? And I can wait for as long as you need. I don’t want us to rush things, especially not this…" 

You thought about it for a while, but you were sure about your decision, and if Dean was on board with it, you were ready to go all the way with him, "I’m sure” A face-splitting grin appeared on his lips, before he kissed you and manouvered you on the couch beside him to stand up. 

One of your eyebrows rose in a silent question as he mumbled stuff under his breath, and then turned to you, “Okay, wait here for a second, I’ll be right back!” You barely had time to nod before he disappeared into the bedroom, only to come rushing back and almost slip since he was wearing nothing else but his gray, cotton socks. 

Again, you lifted your eyebrow in question, and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, “Uh…I kinda thought you wouldn’t listen and follow me to check what I-nevermind, give me a sec” You could do nothing else but chuckle and flop down on the couch, smiling to yourself as you closed your eyes and covered them with your forearm. 

Some minutes later, Dean walked back to you and stood next to the couch, basking in your beauty, given that you wouldn’t scold him; before gently taking your hand in his and removing it from your face, “Hey!” Your smile stretched as your eyes locked on his shining green ones, “Hey, you done?" 

He intertwined his fingers with yours and helped you up to your feet, "Yep! You still sure you wanna do it tonight?” You squeezed his hand and nodded; similar smiles spreading on both your faces after your confirmation. You walked with him to the bedroom, and stopped in the doorway to take in what he’d done. 

There were candles casting a soft glow around the room; they weren’t fancy or scented, they were the emergency ones he kept just in case the lights went out, still you couldn’t help but smile at his considerate thought. You could hear the faint notes of one of your favorite songs in the background, and he’d even sprayed some air freshener. 

You turned to look at him, and his cheeks reddened slightly; his hand raising to scratch at the back of his neck nervously, “I-uh…I tried to make it as romantic as I could. I just-I don’t know, I wanted your first time to be special but I kin-” You shook your head and leant on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his and cutting him off. 

“It’s perfect, Dean!” His eyes sparkled with joy at your words, and you felt warmth pooling in your cheeks at the intensity of his gaze. Walking backwards, you tugged him with you, holding eye contact as you made your way over to the bed. You lay down, taking a hold of the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him on top of you.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[confusedlittlemess-blog]

Thank you -Sorry mumma

Dearest momzie. Maa, mom,amma,ammi,matri,aai, I call you with whatever name you always respond with a big smile on your face and just 2 words- Haan beta?? . I guess moms have super powers of finding things out of nowhere. Mothers have eyes in the back of their heads. They are magical. They actually know what you've been hiding from everybody since a very long time. Mothers are the incarnation of the God on earth they say , I believe mothers are the only visible God in the universe. But what most melancholic is that none of us realize the efforts our moms put into our upbringing. A mother carries her child for as long as nine months in her womb , three years in her arms and forever in her heart. She Puts herself to risks just to give us a life. Those eight hours in labor room speak volumes about the greatness of a mother. Not only giving a child birth, a mother performs a ton of roles in her child's life from being your teacher to being your best friend she plays every role with same love and affection. I remember when i used to perform on stage in my primary school , my maa used to sit on the front row just to see me properly just to give me the assurance, just to let me know that I am not alone she is with me in all my efforts , in all my times and the moment she used to see me she would start crying and then she cried ,and cried,and cried until I finished the performance and came into her arms running , from the backstage. When everybody applauded me for a great performance, she cried, when I asked - mumma kyun ro rhe ho?she laughed wiping her eyes from the corner of her saree . What they call it? Yah tears of happiness. My maa secretly hides an ocean of these tears of happiness in her eyes and it starts overflowing Everytime I do something good. It's been 18 years of our relationship maa, and you have not changed even a bit. You still cry when I do something good, you still feed me with your hands whenever I get mad and skip dinner, you too don't eat until I finish my meal, you still dont sleep without me saying goodnight mumma! You still get furious when I go out in heavy rains without taking raincoat with me. You still get petrified when I get cold after getting wet in the rain. You still scold me for eating ice cream when I am having cold. You still get curious whenever i mention a new name in my conversations over phone with my bestie. You still get excited for my birthday , even though I hate my birthday and all the tantrums yet when you come to my room in the morning on my birthday and wish me happy birthday with all the enthusiasm and love of the world with a smiling face and all the blessings of the universe hiding in your arms and hug me , I feel like paradise maa, at that moment I wish my birthday never ends ,this moment never goes off, the gajar ka halwa that you make every year for me on my birthday makes my day much more special.... I know you were sick that day, you were having severe headache but the moment I entered the house after my college and shouted maa I am hungry, you woke up and went straight to the kitchen , made my favorite paav bhaji within a couple of minutes , fed me with your hands without even bothering about your headache , without uttering a word, without complaining. You never care about yourself na maa, do you? I know you don't. I know you think even I also don't care about you, right? But I care . I care about you maa for I know you have been giving sacrifices for your children and family without demanding anything in return. I care for I know there is nothing in this world that I can do without your presence,without your blessings. I care because I can't imagine my life without you. I care because I can't afford to loose you. You know I am still tied to your apron strings, I can't find my clothes,my shoes, my books, even my pen needs you to finally come over to my desk , how can I not care about you when I need you more than the oxygen to survive? Our mothers are the most devoted beings on earth, they are devoted to their children and family for all their lives and what we do in return ? Well, we take them for granted. My mom was my best friend since the day I came into existence, I wonder how she did she understand my weird hand movements and that toddler language of mine ahh! How maa?? I grew up telling you my stories , my fantasies , my unrealistic dreams. I grew up telling you about my crushes, about my hobbies,about my friends. But over the time as I grew up I started spending more time with my friends leaving behind the conversations me and you used to have in the afternoon back in the kitchen after coming back from school. Apparently, I started hiding things from you . Perhaps I started searching for a confidant in my new so called best buddies and forgot that you have been keeping my secrets safe even before I was born. I thought you won't understand. But I was wrong maa ,the so called best friends ditched, my secrets are out now. The Best Friends left. Only you stayed back with me . Even after so much ignorance, so much allegations that I threw on you just like that, you stayed. You stuck with me since the times of my first dance performance to my latest break up, you stood by my side in my ups and downs. You became my strength in all leaps and bounds, you fought for me with all the odds of the world. That day, I realised World is temporary, Maa is permanent. It was not easy , I know, to sacrifice your freedom, your dreams, your lifestyle just to raise me up, you lost everything you had in the process of making me something, let alone your identity. I know you have put alot of hard work , dedication, love and incredulous passion to raise your children. Maa ,I know, you think we don't realise but we do realize that you have suffered alot to see us happy. Every minute detail about me is always on your brain, but you can never take your medicines on time. While worrying about me , when I missed my morning lecture because I woke up late and left home without having breakfast, you skipped your breakfast too and didn't eat anything until I came back and filled my stomach with all my favorite dishes laid on the table. Maa you taught me everything. Whatever I am today is all because of you. Your values, your morals,your teachings have made me a better person. You taught me the most crucial lessons of my life with so much ease. Maa , I understand, you get upset when I don't talk to you, I understand you also need someone by your side sometimes and nobody of us could spend time with you but you never complain . Sometimes I wonder what have I done good in my previous life that I have you in my life-The only gift of God. Maa I hope you understand that it's really very tough to pen down everything about you. You are such a divine personality which can never be summed up into a few words. But this is just a token of love and appreciation (a very tiny one compared to you) for whatever you have been doing for your children and family. This is not just a thank you letter, umm actually it's a thankyou-Sorry letter. Thank you for not leaving me in my bad times . Sorry for not being there when you needed me. Thank you for always believing in me. Sorry for not trusting you. Thank you for handling my mood swings and putting up with all my tantrums. Sorry for shouting on you for all the silly reasons. Thank you for understanding me. Sorry for not being able to understand you. Thank you for making me who I am . Sorry for not being your good daughter. Thank you for giving me your values and morals. Sorry for not realising the value of your words. Thank you for calling me a hundred times a day ,out of pure concern. Sorry for not responding to your calls, out of complete selfishness. Thank you maa for everything. Sorry maa for everything. I can't thank you much. Sorry is a very small word for the things I have been doing to you since a long time. You are the only precious thing I have in my life. Don't ever leave me. I am still nothing more than a cry baby. And yeah smile forever. Because everything becomes beautiful when you smile. I love you. You are love mumma. I need you!! I promise I will make you proud one day. From A proud daughter.

[becomingstrong1289]

01/02/1989...2017

Happy birthday. First I did pretty good eating. lots of water. I ate too much at my dads but besides then I ate well. tomorrow is the first weigh in of 2017 and we shall see what the beginning of my year will look like. Some lady on fb is offering some 21 days fix stuff and coaching and workout videos. idk if I should do it. its $200. I have tops to keep me accountable. I have this blog to talk to. I wouldn't mind getting the cups but I don't know if that's something I could keep up. Also, I have had a pain in my side all night. im starting to be afraid to eat. I don't know whats going on with my gi. its messing with me though.

I want to talk about parenting and being a single mom. Its soooo hard. today was hard. we all slept in. it was nice. Owen was awake first and we got some snuggle time in. Natalie woke up and I went to make breakfast. maybe I make too much complicated things. I like adding veggies whenever possible. Natalie likes scrambled eggs, green peppers and spinach. I made an omelet. neither of the kids ate it. it makes me so made because cooking takes time away from them with me. I have to clean the dishes, cut the veggies, cook the food, get their plates ready, get drinks, get them situated to eat and then no one buy me eats. its so much effort and no one appreciates it. I want my kids to be healthy, I want them to know how to eat healthy food and how to cook. I want to get Natalie in the kitchen with me but she needs to watch owen. maybe when we move well have a more open floor plan and that will be better, plus she always burns her damn self. its frustrating. they did eat the fruit I gave them. maybe simple is just the way to do it. stop being soooo wrapped up. I was throwing all my food into the steamer. it was messy though. kept boiling over. but maybe simple things like that or crock pot meals are just the way its going to have to go. once they didn't eat, Natalie got blueberries all over the couch. im starting to contemplating eating in the kitchen over the concrete floor. less mess, less distraction. ill try to move the dryer and see what happens. we need to eat as a family. im just so burned out by the time dinner comes I just want to zone out and not think. its so hard doing this all alone. at least if there were another person around half of everything could be taken on by them. I can handle one, two is so hard. Just saying this for now, I like shawn. I know he wants kids one day. what if that happens. what if I have another baby, that was never in the plans ever. what if I give in, what if we don't work out, what if im alone again, with 3 kids now. Idk if I can handle it. that's a scary thought. I think about it daily since getting someone serious with him. Jodie tells me not to think about it but these are the issues that break people apart. not wanting the same things. he would be such a good day though. he likes kids, he is a big kid. hes gentle. I think it would be fun to be pregnant with his kid. he did say something at his house about it when I took my birthcontrol, like he was testing the waters to see what my future plans were. I guess I haven't told him anything. im not very forth coming about things. I let him talk. ill ask him questions for days about himself but he never really comes back. maybe tomorrow well play 20 questions. I want him to know more about me and I want to see what hes interested in knowing about me. he prolly has no idea he barely knows me at all. and fucking andy. he came over yesterday and made me cry. everytime he comes over he digs into things im not ready to talk about and makes me cry. I cry a lot with him. its weird. I said without realizing it that it was the anniversary of me and josh starting our relationship. 8 years ago. I realized last night I have been paying for that kiss ever since. start to finish it has been a very painful relationship. but once I said it the memory of our first kiss and how I felt flooded back and made me cry. then andy said he doesn't think im as miserable as I put off here. that upset me because I guess I hadn't said it to myself how unhappy I am here. I think about it but I haven't made it real yet. I fucking hate my life. I hate where I live, I hate where my kid goes to school, im starting to hate my job, I hate my loneliness, I hate money, my diet, my body, my stress, my craziness, my need for male attention, my past, my future, I hate it all and I need to change it but its soo hard with kids and no money and no one to help. maybe it was his way of trying to keep me here. idk. I don't want to stay but I have no where to go. I envy people who just pick up and leave. those people don't have kids and if they do someone is with them.

Back to parenting, I need to set goals for myself . eating in the kitchen away from the tv is going to help. im scared to make Natalie eat more than she wants to because I don't want to force her to be an overeater. but I hate when she doesn't want to eat and 30 mins later says shes hungry. Eat in the kitchen, if she doesn't eat, her food will be placed in the fridge until the next meal and she will eat that if she is hungry. I need to hide the candy and offer healthier desserts. tonight she had a small bag of m&ms and a cup of blackberries. I have to know what im doing is working. owen and her eat their fruits. veggies are a maybe. I just have to calm down. accept the dirty house, the millions of dishes and mounds of laundry. they are not going away. maybe one load a day of laundry. and put away dishes one day, wash the other. its hard to be motivated daily, having people over helps I guess. its prolly the only reason my house looks half way decent. shawn might come Wednesday night. ill be mad dashing again. and I should make him dinner. we need to keep our money for the future. lol.

tomorrow is Tuesday. my goal is to clean eat for 4 straight days. today I had coffee with no milk. I can deal with that. it wasn't horrible. no cappuccino at work. black coffee stevia and water is it. lime and cucumbers should go in. the cuc needs to be used. maybe a drop of peppermint in my coffee. hmm. maybe a small container of oatmeal for breakfast. and a chicken wrap hummus and lots of cut up veggies for lunch. dinner.....steamed fish. kids can have spaghetti. I can do it.