#and i always asked questions they couldnt or didnt want to answer too

[orangechickenpillow]

I brought an "asks too many questions" vibe to church that the Sunday school teachers didn't like

[bunnihearted]

🫖🐭☁️🍚

[savethepinecones]

i forgot how impossible it is to talk to my mom without receiving criticism oof

[malkaviian]

expanding on the "luca was bullied" thing, because i knew i was going to give this guy some trauma eventually

[simonsrileyhusband]

I read your “open relationship” post. And let me say, it reminded me of that one Reddit post where the husband asked his wife for an open relationship. The wife didn’t like it but agreed anyways, for months he was sleeping and bringing people home and the wife stayed far away from that as possible until she met a guy. He treated her right and she brought him home, they did the deed and the husband was curious and jealous on who his wife was seeing. Then he demanded that they closed their relationship- the wife ends up leaving the husband and loves happily ever after with the new guy☺️ maybe write something on that with Simon being the new guy?

implied nsfw

you roll your eyes as you see your "husband" enter your home with a girl. a sigh leaves your mouth as you stand up from the couch and grab a bottle of wine and go sit on the porch. you are tired of this, you never wanted this. but here you are, all because you wanted to make the excuse of a man you used to call husband happy.

and as the weeks go by you grow tired of the moans, the strangers in your home, the missing food on the fridge and the way that pathetic man thought he still deserved your love.

one day, at the supermarket your cars tire deflated, you panic and looking for the tools to change it, not that you really know how to do it. as you pace around your car with an anxious look on your face a low and husky voice sounds behind you. "need help?" your eyes widen and you turn around, looking up at the giant guy infront of you. the blonde guy looked calm, a big bag of food in one hand and a car key on his other. "i-... yeah"

he helped you, taking the tools from his car and changing your tire, he was a bit quiet but not mean. he answered all your questions, whats his name, when did he learned to change tires, bla bla bla. he spoke softly, not a single drop of sweat on his body after he was done with the job.

"there ya' go, sweetheart. good as new." he said as he patted the top of the car. your cheeks couldnt help but turn red. "thank you so much, i dont know how to repay you."

"ye' don't have to." he was putting the tools into their box, you panicked, not wanting him to leave, wanting an excuse to see him again. "i make good pies!"

"pies?" he looks at you, tilting his head. "yeah, i woul like to make one for you... as a thank you." a small smile paint your face, you see him smirk slightly. "m'kay, a pie sound good. give me yer number."

since that day simon became very close to you, he was all you wanted. a gentleman on the streets (and kn the sheets too). he understood your weird situation, yet, he always wondered why you didnt just leave your shit ass husband.

until one day you invites simon to your home.

"who is he?"

"oh, his name is simon." you say as simon stands behind you, glaring at the man he wishes he could kill.

"why is he here?"

"i invited him, duh."

"you didn't ask me."

"oh, since when do i have to ask? when have you asked me if you could bring someone over?" you turn around and grab simons hand leading him to your bedroom. "tell your lawyer to print the divorce papers, will you? and just as a little reminder, this house is under my name."

simon smiles proudly as you slam the door of the bedroom. your name would sound prettier with his last name anyways. simon just has to wait a bit for that question.

[starboye]

pairing: dylan minnettee x male reader

request: could you write about dylan minette x reader fucking in the shower ILY

warnings: smut, shower sex, cursing, pet names, slight daddy kink

you hadnt expected dylan to be home for at least another few hours so you decided to take a relaxing shower after cleaning the house up a little for dylans return, he had been on tour for a couple weeks and today was the day he was supposed to come home but he came home a little earlier to surprise you.

dylan opened the door and threw his bags to the side waiting for you to greet him but you didnt, he walked through the fairly spacious house to find you, as he walked into you guys room he heard the shower running and smirked, he stripped off his clothes and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

"dylan is that you" you ask wiping the water from your face but dylan doesn't answer he only steps into the shower, leaning his chest against your back "hi baby" dylan whisper hugging you from behind "hey, how was the tour" you ask "miserable without you" dylan chuckles lightly.

"aww well you're here now" you reassure kissing dylans cheek "and now that im here i can finally have you" dylan mutters kissing down your neck "you couldn't wait till i got out the shower" you say choking back a moan "no" dylan says muffled by your neck, running his hand down to your ass to grope it.

"you want it" dylan question loving your sweet small whimpers "yes please" you plea rubbing your ass against dylans growing dick, dylan quickly flips you around and begins making out with you, you moaning it his mouth as the water falls onto your back making it hotter than it already was between you too.

"i missed you so much" dylan says "oh really" you smile pulling back from the kiss to catch a breath "for real, do you know how hard it is to jerk off to just a picture of your ass" dylan jokes but he was being honest, he sat in the dressing room of his concert for an hour trying to cum to a picture of your ass covered in his cum but he couldnt.

"then how about you cum to the real thing" you say jerking dylans cock lightly, feeling it grow even more in your hand "well how could i deny such a request" dylan deviously smirks, you see the lust growing in his eyes before he presses you onto the bathroom wall, face flat against the wet wall "already loose for me" dylan scoffs seeing your open hole.

"only for you daddy" you reply cockily, dylan almost goes feral when you say that but holds back and slaps his dick against your slick hole and without warning he thrusts into your warms walls with a groan "dylannn" you moan out as he does so "yeah baby all me" dylan says wrapping his hand around your neck while his other hand wraps around your dick, stroking it slowly.

"ngh please faster" you choke out "want daddy to go faster" dylan asks and you nod slowly, he goes faster and faster till the only sounds are groans and moans falling from your mouth masked by the shower and plaps, "im gonna..." you trail off not being able to finish your sentence but dylan understood exactly what you were saying and quickened his pace in your ass and around your dick.

you came all over dylans hand as you dropped you head onto the wall with broken moans "so good" dylan mummers licking the cum from his hand before wrapping one hand around your waist to steady you as he pounded you out, lifting your head back up by the neck with his other hand.

"right there" you whine feeling another wave of ecstasy wash over you and dylan feels it too before he cums in you, painting your walls white with his seed as he lets out deep huffs "you always know how to tire me out" dylan says "right back at you" you reply.

taglist: @mailmango @spermeboy @ghostking4m

[livelaughlovesubs]

can i pls request sub ayato :<<<< just the thought of him getting teased by m! dom reader :,)

I’m so sorry dear, I don’t do male reader. Best I can do is gender neutral :<

Dom!reader x sub!ayato

Warning: body worship (?), teasing, fluffy and maybe cheesy :D

“You are so impatient today, my love.” You said, sitting on the edge of the bed while ayato was climbing onto your lap. He smiled when he felt your hands grabbing his waist, holding him gently. It made him feel so good whenever you touched him. With a soft tug, you made him sit down completely. Then you pulled him closer, until the boy was only inches apart from you.

“Are you sure i’m the impatient one?” Ayato asked, he wore a calm expression, the poker face he always had. But the corners of his eyes were softer. You leaned forwards and pressed your face against his tummy, hands now wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly. “Maybe, i just cant resist you.” While your face was still pressed against his skin, you whispered those words. Your breath tackled him slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

Slowly, you moved your head up, still rubbing your face against his torso. The difference was, now you started spreading kisses along his body. With careful movements, as if he was oh so breakable, you painted his body with your lips. Kissing him from his belly all the way up until you reached his chest. Your hands also wandered upwards with you, fingertips gently brushing over his spine, tracing the line on his back. His arms wrapped around your neck and you heard him gasp. A shaky breath left him soon after, as well as him resting his chin on your head.

“Such a pretty boy, arent you?” You complimented him, hands leaving his back and instead going to his sides. There was no answer to your seemingly obvious question. Your touch was still tender, and he squirmed a little. Just like before, you traced his sides, this time kneading his skin and muscles. Running your hands up and down his body, worshiping his hips and body. He could also feel one of your hands on his thighs, caressing him like always.

A blush covered his flustered face, the confident smile from before slowly breaking. His lips twitched a little, and he bit down on his bottom lip. “So adorable, my darling.” Such a devil you were, so seductive and loving. He mastered the art of composure years ago, it has worked for all these years, then you just had to come and ruin it. Whenever it involved you, no matter how hard he tried, he’d end up as putty in your hands. So unfair.. your are making his hard work seem like a joke.

You leaned back suddenly, and he stopped resting his chin against you. Ayato looked at you, his pretty eyes brightened when you gazed at him too. The smile you showed him made his heart fill up with warmth, he wanted to tear it out of his chest. It felt so good it hurt, how much he adored and loved you. After a while, he started staring at you with a little pout. Eyes hesitantly searching for your intentions, it was difficult to read you. You were just glancing at him and holding him, so he uttered confused, “aren’t you going to continue?” With the brightest grin he’s ever seen, you said, “i will, i just had to appreciate how beautiful you were.”

This was worse than dealing with any opponents, because you werent playing fair at all. He was already a blushing, stuttering mess while you kept on praising and teasing him. Normally compliments didnt make him feel like this, because he thought he has gotten used to it. But now, here you were, proving him wrong.

Ayato averted his gaze, hiding his face behind his palms. “Dont.. look.” He needed a moment to compose himself, a time out, give him a minute..! “Aww, i cant look? But i want to.” You replied, squeezing his hips a little. “Uh-ughh…!” The male yelped and jerked forwards, body shuddering a little. All he could hear afterwards was your laughing. “You…!” He couldnt finish his sentence, when you pulled him closer again.

You held him in your embrace, hugging and cuddling him. How can he possibly be mad at you when you’re being so soft? Though skeptical, he returned your actions once again. That turned out to be a mistake. In the split of a second, you turned him around. His small frame now laying on the mattress and legs around your waist. A short breathed whine left him, “ah..!” It was like a surprised yelp. Those gorgeous blue locks of his were spread over the bed, and his face was even redder than before.

“I guess you were right, i am impatient.” With a single sentenced, you managed to make him speechless. Enough for him to tremble and look at you through heart shaped eyes.

[bunnybunbun0]

Currently getting off on the idea of loser!Mike touching a boob for the first time ever. (and of course its yours!)

You were just out for a midnight walk and thought "why dont i go bother mike at his new security job?" You were sitting in a random table along with him,a teasing lolipop in your mouth,flirting with Mike and getting his flustered over nothing was too much fun,you couldn´t get over it.

"So youve never been on a proper date?" He asked regarding the topic of your crappy dating life "Like no flowers or a nice dinner?" His eyebrows were raised,he always disapproved of the sketchy man you went out with,and he thought a nobody like him would never get a chance with a girl like you.

"Dinner and flowers?" You looked into his eyes and chuckled amusedly "Please,i showed my tits for way less!" you took the sucker out your mouth with a loud pop.

The blush on Michael´s cheeks were nerly comic,like a cartoon character getting a kiss on the cheeck,his eyes went everywhere trying to avoid yours,and you could swear that for a moment he just stared at your lips.

"So those men they just...saw your chest?" His voice was heavy in embarassement,face so red he looked like he had a nasty fever.

It was too much of a good teasing chance to just let it pass.

"Oh that and much more..." You popped the candy back into your mouth smirking teasingly "What? You never touched a boob?"

You knew the answer to that question already,Michael´s non existing date life was material for endless late night phone calls and a fuel for your relentless teasing.

"N-no i havent..." He said shyly

You were´nt expecting him to actually answer that,let alone with such honesty,a million things ran through your mind in that minute and the one you chose to listen was the fact you couldnt let your best friend be the type of man who never felt a woman´s breasts.

"Well,lets cchange that shall we?" Your smile was growing bigger by the minute. As you took of your jacket revealing the low cut top you were wearing that oh so nicely hugged your breasts,his eyes were glued in them.

He was taken aback by your actions,not sure what to do next,but that smirk of yours and that top that left little to the imagination were stirring something in him.

"What...What are you implying here?" He twiddled his fingers nervously and you took a step closer to him.

"Well...What are you waiting for? Be my guest!"

He could swear his heart never pumped any faster. He approached you slowly,shaky hands being raised to the point where they were rested on top of your chest,he looked into your eyes for any kind of reaction,hands still and face red like some kind of trance.

"Well dont be shy! get into it!" You stirred him on dancing the red lolipop around in your cheecks.

"A-am i doing this right?" He asked worried and out of breath as he moved his hand slowly,small circular moves from the entirety of what your push bra could expose to him.

"There is no way of doing this wrong,as long as you enjoy yourself..." Your tone was flirtarious as ever,and the growing tent on the front of his jeans proved he was indeed enjoying himself.

His eyes wandered between you and his hands on your boobs,he was slowly getting the hang of it,being ever so delicate and liking the feel of your body on his palms. But it wasnt enough for you,not until he really let himself go.

"Come on! really get into it!" You stirred him on one more time,going further this time.

You put your hands on top of his over your chest and gave it a nice firm squeeze,wanting him to really feel you. You thought his eyes were gonna pop off with how big they widened.

His shock however,didnt forbid him from keep on squeezing and massaging your boobs,the confidence growing ever more at every little gasp that you let scape and at the way he could feel your nipples harden under the fabric.

He couldnt believe his luck! He was actually touching a girls boobs! One that he has been attracted to for a long time as well! He didnt want this moment to ever be over.

"Are you liking it?" he asked without ever stoping the motion of groping your tits.

you hissed through grutted teeth at the way he teased your nipples,mike was always a quick learner and this time it wasnt any different.

"Youre not bad for a first timer" you smiled at him teasingly.

You took a few steps back,chest feeling cold without his preying hands,you ignored the temporary feeling of loss knowing what was to come would be way better. You slid your hands beneath your shirt pulling it over your head,staying in front of him in only a bra and jeans.

"Ready to learn the real deal?"

[nichoskittycorner]

Just me and my silly werewolf thoughts again but this is really silly:

Imagine being neighbors with a werewolf but you dont know it cause they're always wearing a fursuit.

They didnt use to do it but everyones scared of their wolfish appearance and the colorful big eyed wolf character costume looks much more inviting.

When you first moved in, you just thought they were a furry dedicated to their fursona. Good for them! But then you noticed it was ALWAYS like that. Were they people shy? Did it help with some anxiety?

Well, only way to find out was by asking. All your other neighbors had no idea why either. Darn, youd have to ask them yourself. You didnt want to be too direct in case you scared them.

So you invited them over for lunch to which they surprisingly agreed- taking note of how realistic that tail wag on that suit was.

You made sure everything was perfect by the time your neighbor came over. Doing your best to make them comfortable in every aspect- even if it does mean having to turn your home into a freezer box so they didnt overheat.

Even if you didnt get answers about their identity on the first meeting, you learned they were super kind and actually a great person to talk to. So of course you had to keep inviting them back.

Soon you kind of forgot about the question. Enjoying their company just as they were. You would get your answer eventually, although it was on accident.

One evening while hanging out, your furry friend asked to use the bathroom. Well they had been over enough times they shouldnt even have to ask! But they were just so polite they couldnt help it.

After several minutes they returned- without the head of their suit. You were greeted by a still fluffy face of a real werewolf. Bewilderment was clearly written all over your face by the time they realized the mistake.

They hadn't realized they forgot to put the costume head back on! But it was too late, you had seen what they really were. Oh this was terrifying and embarrassing.

Would you run away and scream? Tell the neighbors and chase them away again? All they could do was mumble apologies and pray for mercy.

Although you were shocked, you were curious. Going up to them and petting them right on the head. Fingers running through soft and thick fur. A low purr like sound echoed from their chest.

You asked if they could take the whole costume off, which they reluctantly complied. They really were a full werewolf- fuzzy body, strong muscles, tail and all.

"Why did you hide?" You asked after embracing them, sitting back onto the couch and playing with their fur, eyes still disbelieving.

"People get scared by werewolves. I didnt wanna scare anyone. I'm sorry I hid for so long." A part of you wanted to tease why they hid so long from you- you guys were friends after all!

But after hearing they were chased out by someone they trusted last time, it made sense why they hesitated.

You'd never do that! They were your friend! (Maybe more~?) No matter what anyone said, they would have you at least. Even if it meant leaving town together, youd keep your promise.

"We can start off slow, but let's get the people used to you- the real you." You gave them a warm smile and a kiss on the nose. Their tail wagged quickly, making you laugh.

[lxmbr]

Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so. 

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing 

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his  sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??" 

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!" 

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling 

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af 

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined 

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering 

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek." 

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-" 

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited 

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew 

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

[urapunk]

(TW; mentions of self harm and vomiting.)

A Gary Smith writing that I made, and'll probably make more of.

People Dont Consider Me a Tradgedy And I Wish They Did

It's funny how alike he is to Petey. He's no different, he gnaws his nails quietly in class and listens to conversations around him because its embarrassing to start a conversation other than being the one spoken to. But thats a lie. He's just nervous and it tastes bittersweet and disgusting in his mouth like straight syrup.

But he cant even get better. He just cant. And so in the back of the ambulance with his snapped arm and new cuts from glass, he found himself crying. Crying for once. He's going to be fixed up and.. And well.. Sent away. Three months they said. Thats an entire summer. A summer in a looneyhouse and then its right back to the hell of bullworth if his grandpa decides to offer enough money. Those same faces. Those same, disgustingly familiar faces that he knows are staring. They're always looking, looking and looking and looking.

The EMT can see the cuts lacing his arms up and down until they get to his upper arm, because they feel even worse there and he doesnt hate himself so much as to make it sting even worse.

But he still does it. Theres atleast 12 cuts on his upper arm and they were all from really bad times. Times he's repressed and forgotten, times that make him want to rip his arm off and grow a new one, times that make him vomit from the anxiety of them happening again.

The lights are so bright in the roof of this death van. They hurt his eyes so bad, and he's sure his ankle is broken or wrist is shattered. He doesnt even know its his arm yet. Why didnt he just get Jimmy kicked out instead? Did he have to take over bullworth? Couldnt he just... Couldnt he just talk.

But he doesnt know how. He babbles like a small child when it comes to his stupid emotions because what are they. They all feel the same, his heart races, his face contorts, and thats it. Thats only how it feels and it will never feel different, and thats only the literal sense. They can either make him feel like hes driving a bumpy road or they can feel like his guts are spilling out so disgustingly in his lap.

It doesnt stop, and when they give him a therapist in happy volts itll still be the same. His therapist would ask him questions, like 'what caused this for you,' or 'why'd you do it?'...

'Why'd you do it?'

'Why'd you do it gary!'

And thats when he let out a loud, frustrated groan of pain.... He couldnt hear the sirens. Where had the sirens gone? Why couldnt he hesr the ambulance that he was in-?

He noticed he was wrong. He wasnt in it. He was now in a hospital bed, light beaming through the curtains and illuminated the cast on his right arm.

The cast. The cast that would restrict him. He was restricted now. Restriction is a bitter word. He doesn't like it because it specifically restricts him. Restrict, restrict, restrict.

It hit him that he had just woken up. He disnt remember falling asleep, maybe they out him out because he was writhing too much or- crying. Did he cry? Was he crying? He shouldnt have been crying. But nevermind that. He had obviously woken up from something frustrating him and he had no clue what it was. Maybe its best he doesnt remember.

It wasnt much longer in the day when he was checked into happy volts. He felt sluggish, and he quickly recognized the disgusting, stomach churning 'calm' of medication. His therapists all said the same things throughout those 3 months. Each time he was first meeting them he'd do a survey; with one question that stumped him every time, not matter how many times it was explained. 'Are panic attacks frequent? On a scale of one to 10, how bad do your attacks get?'

What is a panic attack. His therapists all just gave him the same answer, but he was searching for one that really set it up in him. He underatood it, a little, but it was like the knowledge of the ocean. It has fish and is very deep; it's emotional and very scary.

The thin mattress he slept on was annoying, and he couldnt tell if it made his slouch better or worse. He didnt have to wear one of those stupid gowns, they gave him a nice blue sweatshirt and white sweatpants with...

Grippy socks.

It made him want to die the amount of times he tried to slide down the hall only to remember, these arent normal socks. They have GRIP to them. He'd nearly fallen a less than safe amount of times. He couldnt even be childish, he had to be reduced to a 'calm' medicated zombie that felt sick all the time.

The clothes were comfortable though, the bed was.. Okay, but the showers were awful. He didnt feel clean. It never got hot enough to help him feel soft and fuzzy.

And it reminded him that he'd never wipe away the punches thrown at him over the years.

But that was for his therapist to hear, only because she was paid to. He's talk to his grandpa when he got home, but.. His grandpa wouldnt want to hear that. He wouldnt want to hear about how his grandson fought more than he should. That his grandsontried to take over the school and broke his arm in the process, that he fought ontop of bulworth academy and his last name would be slandered now. They shared nothing but the word Smith sometimes.

When he finally got out his grandpa had brought him clothes to change unto before leaving, a soft white tshirt and black cargo jeans, and a dark green jacket. He loved that jacket so much. It was like the perfect shade, the color that was the embodiment of gary! When he finally settled in the car he noticed his grandfather gripped the wheel angrily.

"So why'd you do it Fish?"

'Why'd you do it?'

'WHY'D YOU DO IT GARY!'

That made him wanna hurl. He couldnt stop thinking of Jimmy when anyone asked, but hearing it from his grandpa was sickening. Especially with the nickname he had aince a boy. He always loved aquariums and fish and all to do with fishing, so papa called him Fish, or just... Gary.

His grandpa was met with silence... And it did worry him. A little bit. But there wasnt room for worrying about gary now.

"Fish, tell me." He wasnt spitting venom out alongside his words, but more like a bittersweet syrupy medicine thats overly sweetened, the kind you'd take as a child and wanna throw up after.

"I dont know."

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[thedivineflowers]

hi!!! Love you works they’re so silly and good😜but sad😔 anyway I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to ask for when the boys (idk how many you’ll take but I think if you need a limited amount go with the first years😭) but yea when the boys say something plain ass bitchy and mean to middleschool!reader, like how were magic-less useless kid (looking at you Ace😡) saying some shit about our family or babying us too much till it become insufferable or smth and then when we get rightfully upset and cry or get upset (leaning on crying for more drama, angst and guilt😘) they realize how bad they fucked up and apologize, I feel like we would be a little stubborn about the apology depended on who it is to😭 but yea my goofy ahh request take your time and you can switch up the characters it’s your writing I don’t care! Love you works<333

YEHAHAHAHAHAH I LOVE THIS IDEA SM AND I LIKE DONT REALLY HAVE A LIMIT UNLESS I COULDNT REALLY THINK OF SOMETHING SO EYEYEYEY

OKAY IMA ETART IM SOMEZCIYED

I ONLY DID THE FIRST YEARS BECAUSE IT WAS GONNA TAKE SOME TIME AND I DIDNT WANT TO KEEP YOU WAITING SO HERE 😆

Ace: he’d always tease you. And during the first few weeks when he was warming up to you he’d diss you by saying that you were nothing without magic. He even referred to you as the useless and magicless kid for some time. Even after months he still referred to you as that and one day you just bursted. “Why can’t you shut up about me being magicless?! I know I’m at a disadvantage but I’m tired of it! The jokes dead now why can’t you get it!? If I could I’d just make a portal by myself to go back to my world so I don’t have to listen to you all damn day but guess what?! Im just some useless and magicless kid!!” You shouted at tears ran down your face. You stormed away and he tried running after you but you quickly maneuvered away from him. Because of his pride he didn’t apologize for days and stayed quiet when around you. One day after he was given a reality check by Deuce he apologized because guilt was really eating away at him. You still avoided him for a bit just to make sure but your friendship came back together.

Deuce: he kinda has a temper (to me he does) and he’ll let it out sometimes making him call you shit like Ace. But because he is trying to be a good student (and a good friend) he’d be very quiet if he’d call you things but you always manage to him whisper it to himself. One day you two were alone in the classroom doing detention because you two got into a fight when a guy mocked you. “Hey, Deuce.” You called him with an empty tone. “Do you really wish that I had magic. That I had someone to look after me so you didn’t have to stick around me all the time?” You asked as you eyes were glued to the table in front of you. Barely managing to answer the first question on your math homework. “I see how you look at me when I mess something up because I lack magic. I just wanna know.” You said as there was a pressure on your throat. Like you wanted to throw up and let out a yell at the same time. His answer only made the pressure worse as your breathing became short. Did he really think that it’d been better if the magic mirror didn’t pick you? That you’d only stay as the schools janitor? You quickly walked out leaving everything behind to go to the teachers bathroom that you had access to. Everyone thought the same thing about you so why were you throwing up in the sink and crying your eyes out? Because you thought of him as different? No. Deuce came to your dorm later that evening with your completed math homework and backpack. He sighed before apologizing about what he said earlier and the things he’s called you. After some talking your friendship was alright but with rockiness

Jack: At first because you were obviously magicless he’d be very overbearing to you when it comes to things like flying your broom three feet off the ground. He’d chastise you when you used simple spells by waking you up the morning and running with him. He’s trying to protect you but it seems that he underestimates what you know you can and can’t do. You’d get frustrated and try to express that you didn’t need to be babied but the words would just stay stuck in your throat because you knew that he was just trying to look after you. “I can do this Jack! You need to stop worrying about me with small things like having the damn ladle stir itself in the pot! I’m not gonna get hurt with it and I know you’re looking after me but you’re making me uneasy like I could die from just touching a book about small spells! You’ve seen me fly a broom around and be perfectly fine in Mr. Crewels class so what is it that makes you think that I need you breathing down my neck all the time?! Is it because I’m magicless and from another world? Is it because I’m still a kid?” You bubbles over and spewed at him one day while you were making yourself dinner. Jack stood there as he awkwardly looked to the side trying to find an excuse. “I-“ “Im not as fragile as you think. If I was I would’ve been dead.” He’d been contemplating how much magic you could handle and he knows you know that he’s watching over you but he doesn’t know that it was getting overwhelming for you. He avoided you for a bit before apologizing and admitting that he had protected you because he feared you were weak because you were still a kid. You nodded in understanding and forgave him.

Epel: he had a small ego boost because he heard that you were magicless and a child who still knew nothing. He’d also heard Vil chatting away about you and saying mean things even when you were around. So he thought that you wouldn’t mind if he did too. You tried getting along with him at one point but he just pushed you away. “Is there something wrong with me that makes you stay away from me? I know that Im nothing like you but I’m trying to make an effort to get along with you!” You cornered him one day in the hall with small tears about to well over. He had almost nothing to say but a small peep “Does me being magicless and from another world disgust you? If it does then just say it already so I can leave you the hell alone and stop wasting my time trying to make an effort!” You demanded “I- no, not at all! I just…” He cleared his throat away of his country accent. “I thought that a kid like you couldn’t go through so many things and not have anything to hold onto yourself, ‘thought it was silly and that everyone and you were bluffin’ so I pushed you away because I thought you were way over yourself before I even got the chance to talk you properly…” he trailed off as you wiped your eyes and looked at him in understanding. Over time you both tried holding conversations to get to know each other and get warmed up so the same mistake doesn’t happen again. (It is hot in my damn room help 😭)

(The ones from diasomnia don’t really know you here)

Sebek 😈: He’d always talk about it was ‘impossible for a child with nothing to their name’ to even do anything in a world where they didn’t belong when he wasn’t stuffing his mouth with praises for Malleus. How ‘Their parents clearly made a mistake in raising them’ because you couldn’t cast a spell in class without needing help or looking at the instructions again. He’d even insult you in front of Malleus when you do someone like walk past their table “That child has no grace when they walk! Even in the presence of my lord himself! Utterly disgusting!” He’d say and the other three wouldn’t really respond because they hardly know you. One day Mr. Crewel had you two paired in a project so you two went to a secluded place to start (I mean he walked away while you followed after him.). “For the hundredth time that species will poison you! Can’t you understand?! Sevens I don’t know how you’re alive when you can’t even memorize stuff like this.” He muttered as he pinched the space between his eyes. You then slammed your fists in the table with tears of Frustration boiling up. “Can’t you understand that I can’t get a grasp of things here?! I’m only (age) and I’m in the (grade) grade! No sebek I cant understand anything because I’m not from here! I’m not supposed to be here making spells or talking to you because I’m supposed to be in a world where I get shut out like you have done to me because of shit like this! I don’t have an identity but only my face as proof of my existence! I don’t care about this project anymore you can blame me all you want I’m leaving.” You concluded before shoving papers in your bag and hastily walking away before he could even speak. After he had complained of what you said to him to Lilia he suggested that he look at it from your view and apologize. So he did. Which earned him nothing more than a smack on the face and a door to his nose. It’s up to you if you forgive him.

[fisshindasea]

—almost there—

"you have always waited. kept your patience as strong as your hope that everyday your husband, kento, would come home just as easily as he had breathed. you hung on to his very words, ones he'd whisper to you every time he'd slip past the doors—"ill be home soon."— oh how could he break a promise to you so soon?"

— nanami kento x gn! reader

—angst

—just a dump of sad words before i make a happier one for him. idk the exact month that shibuya happened bc i didnt watch, i couldnt do it. but just pretend it was near the end of the year if it wasnt.

— added note: i wrote this like months ago, idk why i never posted it, but im doing it now so you guys arent thirsty for new stuff.

m.list

you knew it wouldn't be easy. knew that this home you and your husband had built from the ground up with love, trust, and understanding, would all crumble down the moment he left those doors and never came back.

but you trusted the God, Deity, or whatever high being was guiding you to keep your home from falling apart.

and everyday, you kissed your husband goodbye and watched him leave your home after whispering his promise to you—"ill be home soon."— you held onto it too strong.

you hoped that even with the countless hours of him being gone that eventually in the morning, you'd find his arms wrapped around yours as he took a well needed rest beside you.

had you asked for too much?

if you had, you would take everything else back. you only want your husband right here and now.

the only thing to greet you in the morning were missed calls and texts, miserably informing you of your husband's untimely passing.

that couldn't be it, hadn't you wished for his return? surely this was a sick prank they've all decided to pull on you.

you grabbed your phone and dialed the only man you wanted to hear answers from right now.

gojo picked up and greeted you reluctantly.

"where is he?" you whispered as sobs ripped through your mouth.

you weren't so delusional to think that nanami would be alive even after all those people telling you that he was gone, but you had to hope. you could hope just a little bit, couldn't you?

"he's.." gojo satoru could never forget that call. having to tell you, his dear friend's spouse, of his own death. how could he forget the way you cried and begged for him to take back everything he had said?

he could only imagine how painful it was for you.

but he could never truly understand the moment that everything you've hoped for all came crashing down on you.

how could you have been sleeping so soundly while your own husband had been fighting for his life?

how could you be so far away, not being able to even hear his final words?

how could he have slipped through your fingers in just the blink of an eye?

so many questions ran through your mind.

a month from then flew by you slowly. waking up felt heavy, as if the guilt of being alive ate at you from the inside.

it's november now. beside you were tickets that you felt you had no reason to use. what would it be for if the person you wanted to give it to could no longer enjoy the trip with you?

malaysia was waiting for kento, and he was so close to being there in person. malaysia was so close to seeing kento's smile as he danced around the beach side, and so were you.

[robinismywifee]

lust, not hatred || e. williams

pairings dealer!ellie williams x fem!oc/reader

summary ellie and aime never got along, but ellies best friend, dina, is aimes roomate so they have to be around each other alot. blah blah blah, ellie makes aime go to a party with her, lets just say ellie gets jealous (1st p.o.v)

warnings NSFW, fingering (r. receiving), cunnilingus (r. receiving), pet names (princess, brat, slut, good girl), kinda kinky ellie (spanking, she thinks reader belongs to her????), drinking, smoking weed

a/n part 2 is up!

wordcount 4.2k

i unbuttoned my jeans, slipping out of them, i could already feel her burning gaze on my neck.

i pulled of my shirt too, throwing the clothes into my laundry basket, i turned to my closet, it had a mirror on it and i could see ellie on dinas bed, sititng with her legs spred out not even hiding her stares

i looked at her through the mirror shaking my head, "what are you even doing here? dinas not gonna be back until like midnight" i scoffed, as i opened the closet and grabbed shorts, slipping into them but still in my bra

"are you deaf? i already told you" she said, annoyed by me being annoyed, or maybe just my presence, "yeah, well im gonna be here when she gets back why don't i just have her text you?" i wanted my room to myself, dina was at a party, i had classes early and although it seemed tempting, dancing like nobody else is in the room with dina while my eyes are red from the weed, i could do it literally any other day

"youre gonna pass out as soon as your fat ass hits the bed" she said, making me roll my eyes even though she couldnt see them as my back faced her, "okay then just- come back at like 2am to see her alive and well" i shrugged, getting on my tippy toes to pull out a white tanktop from the top of my closet

i unclipped my bra, letting the cold air fill my breasts, i tossed the bra into the basket, slipping on my tanktop.. if i was in my room, i dont care whos in it, im changing, i mean, i face the other direction if im going completely nude like how i just did so ellie couldnt see my tits, only my bare back, but in plain bra and underwear, who cares, its just as if i was wearing a bikini

i turned around, noticing the tanktop was much tighter and lowcut then i had thought, but once again it didnt really matter, its just ellie, as much as i hated her im comfortable around her, i know shes not gonna try anything weird like that

"can you honestly just shut the fuck up and go to sleep? my roomate blasts terrible music while she studies and she has a test tomorrow theres no way im going back in there" she complained

"dude, i dont care, its my room, not yours" i folded my arms, "its dinas room too and she said i could be in here anytime i wanted, and why do you want me to leave so fucking much? i always crash" ellie questioned, "i- i jus- i- it doesnt fucking matter! just-" i stuttered, suddenly feeling embarrassed.. usually i don't care if she stays over, i just block her out and ignore her even being there, but i was really horny today and planned tonight out already.

"what? was some guy supposed to come over or some shit?" ellie asked, suddenly feeling interested, "no! just-" i sighed, trying to come up with a lie but settled on changing the topic, "if you're gonna be here, do me a favor and shut up"

"nah, i wanna know, what were your wednesday night plans princess?" her voice raised a pitch, she leaned forward as i stood a few feet infront of her, "why do you care so much?" i scoffed, "and why arent you at the party?" i added, trying to change the topic

"you know how it is going to a party with dina and jesse, im just gonna be alone the whole time with people trampling asking for weed" she shrugged, "dont you want people asking?" i asked, referring to the business side, "yeah but i dont need to go to parties every fucking day"

"whatever" i mumbled, falling to my bed, i pulled out my phone and was about to go to tiktok when she spoke up again, "you never answered my question"

"if i tell you will you go the party?" i asked raising my head, "uh.. fuck" she whispered, "fine" she said which suprised me enough to sit up and ditch my phone, "only cause i was already thinking of going" she added, "yea right" i mumbled, "so? you gonna tell me or just sit there?"

"i was just- just.." i scratched my neck preparing for her future comments, "i told jason he could come over specifically because i had the dorm to myself- and dont start williams because ive been talking with him for like a month now, and i know you do it all the time with cat" she laughed

"i dont" she said with a smirk, "shut the fuck up, yes you do" she stood up, "not with cat, that was like a 1 time thing" she said casually, walking over to grab her shoes, "yeah all your things are a one time thing" i grumbled, basically implying she was a whore, she stopped her tracks, and walked to the edge of my bed infront of me, "get up" she said in a stern voice,  i shook my head, she didnt like that answer, she pulled my wrist and shoved me to my closet, "get dressed" she ordered

"get dressed? fuck off im not going anywhere" i said in disbelief, "youre coming with me, now get fucking dressed" she said, looking down at me, "says who? im not going with you, leave me alone!" who does she think she is?

ellie took a step closer, she didnt even say anything, just gave me that look that made me tense up, "holy fucking shit, fine" i let out my breath, and untensed as she smirked, proud of her abilities, "but only if you give me free weed" i added, "whatever, just hurry up"

"hurry up? i just took off all my makeup let me do  like basic makeup first" i said, moving to my vanity, she sighed, "i swear to god"

"you're the one whos making me go, just sit on your ass and watch south park of something" i said, getting out my makeup, "oh, can you actually put that on?" she asked, i didnt reply, but complied by taking my remote off my desk and tossing its at her, my tv was facing my bed only so she had to move from dinas bed to mine, i watched through my mirror her getting comfy under my blankets with my squishmellow bat, i didnt realize until i looked back to myself that i was smiling, i instantly dropped it, shook my head at myself feeling disgusted, and started my makeup as southpark filled the room.

"jesus, took you long enough" ellie mumbled as i got out of my chair, "it took one episode of south park, thats not even long dumbass" i shot back, picking up the remote from her lap and turning it off, "help me pick an outfit" i ordered, opening my closet

"you dont need to dress up its not a special party, just put on jeans" she said, i was slightly leaned over searching for clothes when once again i could feel her eyes on the back of me, i turned around and saw that her eyes werent up on my back, but lower, "stop being a perv" i said as she looked back up to me, still laying in bed snuggled with the blankets, "not my fault you were bent over in booty shorts"

i shook my head, "okay well im not wearing jeans cause its hot" i said outloud, "so which skirt?" i moved over showing her the ray of skirts "whichever one shows more skin" i turned to her squinted my eyes and turned back around trying to make a decision as she was no help

"i think maybe just a plain black one, right? oh how bout these?" i pulled out, turning around holding a skirt to my waist

"mm, yea that looks short, do that" she agreed, for different reason, i sighed, "whatever. fix my bed and get your shoes on" i pointed, as i changed into the skirt

she stayed silent, doing what i asked, fixing my bed to how it was before, i had already put on my shoes and waited for ellie to do so, once she did, she stood up and went to her bag, she shuffled around a bit before pulling a bottle of my favorite vodka with a smirk

my mouth was ajar, "what! can i- can i please have some?" i asked with a head tilt, i rarely had this vodka, it was super expensive.

"yeah dummy thats why i bought it" she said, sitting back down on the edge of my bed, i bit my lip to hide my smile, but it didnt work as i smiled too big, i walked over to her sitting right next to her, i was too excited to notice i had sat so close that our theighs were touching

"w- why do you have this? dont you usually get fireball whisky?" i said, looking down at the belvedere bottle, a laugh escaped her lips, "yeah, they didnt have any at the store so i thought i'd get your vodka- why are you so amazed by it?" she smiled looking down at me

"couldnt you just gotten some other whiskey? i mean you got MY vodka? this is-" i let out a sigh, "can we take shots already?" i asked looking up to her, she laughed, "yeah, here you can have the first shot" she passed it over to me, i shook my hands excited before taking the bottle, opening it with a pop noise, i unscrewed the cap and smiled more, "cant we do it at the same time? here" i handed her the bottle, it felt weird taking shots alone, i went to my shelf and took off two shot glasses, i bit my lip as i handed her them, taking the vodka back and poured us the glasses, setting the bottle on my bedside table

"okay ready?" i smiled, she laughed as she nodded, "3, 2, 1" i said, and at the same time we brought our lips to the cup and tilted our heads back, downing the clear liquid

i giggled, as we both set our glasses down, "oh my god! im so happy right now i could kiss you" i smiled, we both looked at eachother for a moment, too long of a moment, i felt something in my stomach, but i cleared my throught, and began pouring more liquid, blaming the feeling on the drink.

we ended up taking a bit more shots then intended, but here we were, arrived at the party

we walked in together, shoulder to shoulder, the guy who owns the house, ky, threw a lot of parties, he was a senior, ive been to so many parties here that i knew the layout of his big house

a song i didn't recognize played, but that didnt stop me from feeling in the mood to dance, me and ellie were definitely different drunks, i dont know what was going through her mind when she was drunk, but for me, right now at least, all i wanted to do was dance and enjoy the music

"ellie, ellie, ellie!" i shook her arm, she hummed a reasponse, we has made it to the kitchen and she began to pour us cheap vodka into red cups, normally she would drink beer but i guess she wanted to get drunk tonight like how i did

"can we, pleaseeee, please, please, dance?" i pressed my hands together as if i was praying, "shit, please beg more" ellie licked her lips, sipping her drink, "oh my god! just- lets go, and i bet dina and jesse are dancing we'll probably find them" i said, pulling ellie by her wrist into the 'dance floor'

as i dragged her, big poppa by biggie played, "yes! i love this song" i pulled her close to me as we joined the people dancing, "i really dont want to dance aime" ellie said with a stern face, "oh come on! you never dance, it'll be fun, just pretend like im the only one in the room, trust me, oh and literally everyone around us will not remember anything in the morning so it doesnt even matter" i explained to her, she seemed nervous, but nodded

people gave us weird looks, usually we would be on different sides of the room, we never were seen together alone, so us not only being alone together, but with smiled and dancing?

i moved my hips to the beat, my hands on ellies shoulders her hands on my waist, my front grinding against hers as i sang the song, she seemed to loosen a bit, her eyes connected to my body

i saw a smirk form on the corner of ellies mouth, and before i knew it, her hands were pressed against my ass, normally i would scoff and hit her arm away, but i had no thoughts at the current moment, so i only moved my hips more, i then turned around so my ass was to her front and her hands were now to my hips, i bent over a bit, arching my back, letting my ass bounce, ellies hands kept a firm grip as she also grinded to me, it was for fun and innonce at first, but it started to feel too good, and i never got that fun time so i only wanted more.

we took a break to drink more, then went back to dancing, after a few songs, a hand gripped my hair, pulling my head up a bit, ellie leant forward and whispered- well yelled over the music- to my ear, "wanna get that free weed now?" i smiled, not realizing the reason she decided to ask was because jason was making his way to us, "fuck yeah!" i exclaimed

now we sat in an empty bedroom with a locked door for anyone who decided to bardge in, "alright princess" ellie sighed, practically stumbling over to me, she pulled out a tin that was in her pocket, pulling out a joint and lighter, i sat on the edge of the bed hands in my lap

i watched her every move, she raised the joint slightly to my mouth, but i was focused on her slim fingers, "open" she said in a low voice, i felt my cheeks go red at her voice and how vulnerable i felt, but i obeyed, opening my mouth slightly, she slipped the joint, i closed my lips around it, she brought the lighter to the end, lighting it for me, the whole time we stared into each others eyes, a thick unknown tension between us lingered

i took a hit and began smoking all while holding eye contact. we passed it and took deep hits till our world felt calm and the music from below us seemed to disappear, infact everything around us seemed to disappear, it felt like it was only us on the whole planet.

ellie took the last hit, before placing the remainder of the joint in an nearby ashtray. she went back to her previous spot, right infront of me, standing and looking down, my neck hurt from looking up at her, but i couldnt take my eyes away, something about how her freckles danced in the dim lighting, or how her messy hair framed her face, how her redden eyes glared at me with an emotion i didnt recognize.

ellie brought her hand to my jaw, her thumb rubbing my cheek, "you were really causing a scene out there princess" her voice seemed to go down a few notches, and it made my mouth agape at the nickname she had been calling me for years for some reason made my face feel hot

"how you were.. grinding onto me in your short skirt.. your tight top.. shit, i can see everything through that, didnt even bother to put on a bra, like the little slut you are" she mumbled, eyes scanning my clothed breasts and theighs, i couldnt help but squeeze my theighs together more, "hm, think i didnt see that?" her free hand went to my theigh, rubbing circles to it, ellie must of noticed my eyes trailed to her hand cause she used the one that was on my face to pull my face back up, "whats the matter? cat got your tongue?" she asked with a head tilt, that made me gulp and shrunk into my seat, trying to push words out, but the no reply caused her to smirk

"i mean.. you know what they say.." she moved her thumb that was on my cheek to my lip, pulling it down slightly, "keep your friends close, and your enemies closer" my face felt on fire as i felt her thumb sink into my mouth, my eyebrows furred, looking up to her, as her thumb was in my mouth, "shit, i wonder what else that mouth can do" she whispered to herself, but i obviously heard, i felt like i could collapse, my hand that was on the bed moved to her hand that was on my theigh, i opened my legs a little bit wider, pushing her hand down

i watched as she pulled her thumb out, keeping her hand on my theigh, she slipped out of her shoes, and pulled mine off. next thing i know her hands were on my face and she had her tongue shoved deep into my throat, my head pressed into the pillow as she was ontop of me, the sudden contact made me moan.

she moved her hands on my waist and pulled me closer to her front, i moaned into it, my hand found its way to her hair, i pulled at it, i didnt expect anything, but i heard her let out a breathy moan into my mouth, i pulled away, my ears blessed, i felt a puddle in my underwear, "please ellie"

she looked at me with the same eyes she had the whole night, the same eyes shes been giving me ever since we met. and i finally recognized what the emotion was. lust. pure, lust.

"please ellie, i need you" i whinned, i grabbed her hand and shoved it up my skirt, her fingertips dancing against my clothed slit was enough to make me whine, "please" i breathed, ellies face was red, "fuck" she gulped, and leaned back in to kiss my lips, her hand resting on my inner theigh, she trailed her lips to my neck, i turned my head to give her more access, my back arched as she kissed the right spot and pressed her hand under my shirt to my unclothed boob, and slightly bit my skin "please, ellie, i cant wait any longer, i need you" i rolled my head back

"be patient princess" she said in a seductive voice, which only made me less patient, she pulled away, hands now at the hem of my shirt, i sat up lfiting my arms helping her pull it off of me, "shit" ellie breathed, her eyebrows were furred, hair messy, cheeks red, lips plump, she looked so beautiful, so fucking hot.

after she stared at me, she pulled in and began kissing my chest, leaving a trail of love bites, she got to the hem of my skirt, pulling it off my legs, she pressed soft kisses until she got to my clothed clit, "fuck.. ellie i need you, please, ill do anything, please" i whinned, my hand gripped to her hair, "i know baby, ill make you feel good" ellie spoke as she pulled off my underwear with eye contact

i felt really vulnerable, i was completely naked underneath her as she straddled me completely clothed, and normally i topped, but there is no way i would be able to top ellie so i let it happen

ellie moved lower and lower till her lips pressed softly to my clit, i was so sensitive that i couldnt help but squirm my hips up, ellie forcefully pushed my theighs down and held them there, "stay fucking still brat" she said harshly, i narrowed my eyes down to look at her cold gaze, a smirk formed her face before she dove back in

she decided to tease me, kissing my inner theigh, "ellie c'mon" i whispered, trying to not move my hips, she ignored me and continued to press soft kissed to my theighs, her hands wrapped around my legs holding me still

ellies eyes were closed as she kissed me, i took that as an opportunity to sneak my hand to my private, gliding my fingers to my slit, but before i could really do anything, ellies hand gripped my wrist and slammed my hand against the bed, her grip tightened as she stared coldly at me, "touch yourself or move one more time, and im leaving" she said, her voice stern, i let out a breath feeling intimidated under her gaze, giving her a shakey nod

her face softed as she saw my reaction, "i- is this too far?" she asked softly, i very quickly shook my head, "no, please dont stop" i murmered out, knowing a quick head shake was probably too little for her, she tucked hair behind my ear, "tell me what you want baby" she whispered nicely, completely opposite to her harsh voice calling me a brat a few minutes ago, "go down on me please ellie, o- or anything- just touch me" i whinned, her look turned back to her confident smirk, she licked her lips looking down at me before she sunk back down and pressed her tongue to my wet folds, gliding it up, she put her tongue back in her mouth letting herself taste me, "mmhm, shit you taste good" she rolled her eyes, leaning her head back a bit and i swear to god i could have came right there.

ellie brought her head back down letting her tongue glid against me some more, my breathy moans filling the room as she pushed her tongue deep into me, my hand gripped the bedsheets, i wrapped my legs around ellie trying to get her closer

"harder.." i whispered my hand finding its way to ellies hair, she complied, moving her tongue faster and deeper, "more ellie.. please" i moaned, ellie slipped one of her fingers into me, moving along with her tongue, "mmfph" i moaned, rolling my head back onto the pillow, mumbling nonsense, i couldn't help but rock my hips, grinding onto her face, moving against her tongue and finger, she began to move her faster, suddenly adding another finger, i gripped her hair harder, ellie moaned against me, vibrating my core, causing me to grind even harder and squeeze her hair harder, anytime i tugged ellies hair i would feel her moan against me, so i made sure to keep on tugging

as i felt myself get higher, i couldnt even get words out, only high pitched squeels, i felt myself tighten and right as i poured out, ellie pulled out, licking my dripping cunt clean, i was out of breath, still trying to get over the orgasm,

"all fours" she licked her lips, i did what she said, finding the strength to flip myself over, and sit on my knees and hands, back arched and ass in the air, on full display for the girl behind me.

"shit.. look at you, you'd do anything for me, wouldnt you?" she growled, "anything.." i moaned, ellies fingers slammed back into me, making my eyes roll back, arching somehow more

"cant believe you were gonna go and fuck jason.." ellie growled form behind me, fingers slamming deeper, "such a fucking slut.." she whispered, i then felt a sudden sharp pain on my ass, i moaned at the pain and at her fingers curling, "you like that?" i could hear her smirk, she smacked me again, i tried to hold my moan back to not satisfy her, but it was near impossible, "jason couldnt make you feel like this, could he?"ellie questioned, adjusting my legs for me to get her fingers deeper in me, pumping her fingers deeper and faster, at a very hard paste, i tried to answer but her fingers were a bit distracting

"i asked you a fucking question!" she smacked me again, "who the fuck do you belong to?" she yelled, "ellie! i belong to ellie" i moaned loudly, feeling my stomach come to a not, "such a good girl" ellie grunted, i felt myself freeze and could feel myself dripping down my leg, ellie contuined, overstimulating me, making my legs shake and tremble

she came to a stop, i could feel her warm fingers collect all my juices that had fallen, i let myself collapse onto my back, i made eye contact with her as she sucked onto her fingers with a smirk, "you really do taste good princess"

[ohtobeleah]

Don’t fuck us up with ToE when you come back.

I’m back bitches. Here’s another update for Terms of Endearment for you. This one isn’t too angsty, but there’s so much more too come. Let dive a little deeper into Fe & Jakes friendship, while also exploring Bradley’s love. 🥺

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“Your mum hates me doesn't she?” The metal room. That's where you could be found most lunch breaks. You weren't one for small talk or interactions with kids you knew didn't like you. Using your hands to create things though? That brought you a small sense of peace from the everyday dysfunctions of your home life.  

“Nah.” Jake replied with a mouthful of his sandwich, sitting on top of the bench across from where you stood working on your latest project. The sandwich he brought you from home sat unwrapped but untouched next to you. Too focused on what you were working on to eat. You'd always been good with your hands. “She's just worried I'm gonna knock you up or something.” It was a joke, but you knew that in the midst of it all, there was a slither of truth behind it. Jake's mum had started to grow a genuine distaste for you recently, although she'd been the closest thing to a mother you ever had. “Doesn't want any more Seresin mouths to feed.” 

“I'm not my mum.” You answered with a scoff. Still focusing on using the angle grinder in your hands. Pushing the safety glasses up the bridge of your nose a little more when they slipped down. “Thirteen with my brother on her hip.” Jake had only met your mother a handful of times, so little in fact he could count the interactions he had with her on one hand. 

“Thirteen huh?” Jake was quick to raise a brow as he heard the door click open behind him. 

“Yep, twelve when she got pregnant.” You were determined to make a life for yourself, you didnt want to be the drug fucked mum with six kids who couldnt stand her who got daily beatdowns just for existing. You didnt wanna be like Frank either, a drug addict alcoholic. But it was hard to escape the slums when it's all you'd ever known. You'd heard some of the guys Jake played football with call you the Ghetto whore just the other day. “Not me though.” Jake had questioned you when they both showed up to practise a day later with broken noses.

Just as Jake was about to ask another question about your mum, he turned his head over his shoulder to see Mr. O’mullane standing there, just waiting for the right moment to interrupt. 

“What the hell is that Y/l/n?” He asked with a ruff voice as the angle grinder slowed to a halt. Jake just sat back and watched the interaction unfold as he ate his lunch. 

“This?” You smirked, knowing you could say just about anything and it would go straight over the top of Mr. O’mullanes head. “This is a helium-neon laser, I'm gonna perform lasik on near-sighted neighbourhood kids. Fifty bucks a pop.” Jake couldn't help but to laugh as he watched you size up with Mr. O’mullane. You weren't lying though, it was a helium-neon laser. “I’m just fucking with you sir, well–about charging fifty bucks a pop I was, I’m actually gonna–” Mr. O’mullane didn't let you finish before he was shaking his head with a sigh and holding the bridge of his nose. He didn't know why he had a soft stop for you–but he did. Unlike your two older brothers, you seemed to have your head screwed on enough that you wanted to do well in life. Fix the hand you were dealt. You just didnt know where the fuck to start. 

“What are you doing this summer?” 

“Probably pretty much what I did last summer.” You answered, the project you had been working on for most of the semester was almost finished. You'd put your name down for some stupid back alley robot war. Winner took home two grand in prize money. You were going to use the money to go towards the property tax bill that was coming up. “Drink too much beer, smoke a lot of weed–” 

“Yeah, nah that ain't gonna work.” Mr. O’Mullane was the school's guidance councillor, it was his job to guide youth into adulthood and keep them on the straight and narrow. “You're gonna pad your resume for your college apps this summer.” He’d always had a particularly hard time doing his job when it came to your older brothers. “You're a poor kid from the slums and you got a 4.8.” Jake nearly choked on his sandwich as he raised his eyebrows and shot you a look of shock over Mr. O’s shoulder. You'd never actually told Jake what your GPA was, his eyes went wide when he heard Mr. O’mullane say it out loud. “That's great and all kid but you're gonna need a full ride.” 

You couldn’t help but to laugh, the whole GPA thing was such bullshit. Letting grades, numbers on tests for idiotic facts define what you could and couldn’t do was such a prehistoric ideology. 

“What's so goddamn funny?” Mr. O hissed as he watched you go back to messing around with a few loose wires that needed tidying up. 

“Nothing sir.” You mumbled, keeping your head low as you focused on the work in front of you. Jake had always enjoyed watching you work with your hands, a world away. “It's just–um, why does everyone think I'm going to college?” 

“Dummy–!” Mr O’Mullane was quick to swat the top of your head with the papers he was holding, shaking you to look up and focus on what he was saying. “Your going to fucking college kid—and you’re gonna graduate, and then you’re gonna get your masters and your doctorate and then you’re gonna make a boatload of money.” You didn’t answer, you simply stood there wondering why this guy cared so much about you and your future—no one had ever given a shit about you. Well, except Jake Seresin. “So spend the summer padding your resume, or so help me christ kid I will shove my foot so far up your goddamn ass you'll be licking my shoe clean, understood?” Mr O was a balled, ageing man. He had no time to dick around with adolescents he knew were lost causes. 

He was nearing the end of his rope with you when he was informed you’d recently been arrested and charged with assault of a police officer. He knew you’d brothers had been involved—somehow you always got involved. At least the charge was juvenile and could be expunged from your adult record if you kept your nose clean. 

“Uh–doing what exactly?” You asked. Jake was still looking at you like he didn’t even know you, how the fuck did you have such a high GPA when you never attended classes let alone studied? He studied he fucking ass off day in day out just to retain an ounce of information. 

“I dont give a shit?” Mr. O’Mullane sighed, turning on his heels as he made his way back to the door.  “Teach brain-damaged kids how to make plastic explosives or show the blind how to blow glass–” He wasn’t in the mood for your antics. “Just do something, Y/n—for crying out loud.” 

It was silent for a moment as he waited by the door with his hand clasped around the handle for you to respond. 

“You know, I already have my sights set on a few hundred hours of community service.” The corner of Mr. O’mullanes lips turned upright into his cheek for a second. He’d cracked you. So he thought. 

“Okay–that's a start, just get it done.” He smiled, leaving the metal room as you mumbled under your breath and went back to working on the robot in front of you. 

“Courtesy of Cook County juvenile court system.” Jake was still caught up on the whole GPA thing, jumping off the bench he’d been perched on for the better half of lunch to question you further. 

“You got a 4.8?” Jake was seething. “My GPA is like a 4.1, How smart are you?”

“Clearly smarter than you, Seresin.” 

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Spacious, Clean, Perfect. Three words you’d use to describe the empty house you and Bradley stood in. You haven't spoken much since Jaidyn had interrupted you in the car park, dropping the bombshell that he would be your new neighbour if you were to sign on the dotted line and accept the staff accommodation the Navy was willing to put you and your daughter in. 

Rooster had never seen you shift so quickly, going from the bright and bubbly person he knew you could be to completely introverted. Not speaking a single word to anyone that was anything but necessary. You barely spoke to Julia at the admin desk when you went to collect the keys and paperwork for the house you had been put down for, Rooster did most of the talking. It had been the same at daycare pickup with Dot, you hasn’t even gotten out of the car as you sat in the passenger side seat chewing on your cuticles–looking all kinds of distressed and panicked. 

“It sure is big.” Rooster cooed as he looked around, spinning the set of keys around on the index finger that was free. “Whatever you wanna do Fe, I'm with you on it.” Dot was in her favourite place these days, Bradley Bradshaw's hip. Oh so tired after a big day at daycare. She’d become increasingly clingy over the last few days, always wanting Tooster first. Before anyone—even you sometimes. “Whatcha reckon Dot? You reckon you and mum should post up here? Bet we could paint your room any colour you wanted?” Bradley is quick to smile against your little girl's cheek, kissing her soft rosie coloured cheeks until she was letting out a soft giggle. Curling into his neck to escape his kisses. 

“Dop it Tooster—“ Dot mumbled against his shoulder as she turned her head, looking for you as you stood still in the middle of the foyer. Paperwork in your hand, all yours to sign if you wanted it. 

“Y/n?” Bradley turned his attention back to you, noticing the way your eyes threatened to water. He swore for a split second he saw your bottom lip quiver. “You okay there baby?” 

You didn't answer, you simply kept your lips pressed tight in a line as you tried to keep a level head about things. It was such a beautiful home, just perfect for you and Dot. The kitchen was open plan with a big island bench. The living room was comforting and warm from the new carpet that had just been redone. The master bedroom was spacious and even had a walk-in wardrobe with a pretty little onsite that had a shower just to die for. Dual shower heads all. 

“I uh–” You choked out as you felt your knees give in, deciding that the floor looked comfortable enough to take the burden of your breakdown. Cupping your hands over your face to hide your tears, just crouching down in the middle of the empty home that should have been, could have been all yours. “Fuck this.” The paperwork crumbled in your hand stood no chance against the tears that fell. “I was so close Rooster, so fucking close I could taste a better life and then that fucker shows up again and–” Its hard to speak when all you want to do, all you can do is cry. “Fuck him.” 

There's a part of Bradley who wants to take a jab at you about swearing so absentmindedly around your two year old. But he doesn’t, he knows now isnt the right time to fuck around. 

“It doesn't have to not be yours.” Bradley came to sit beside you, moving Dot into his lap before she decided now would be a good time to go on an adventure, padding across the hardwood flooring, talking to herself as she explored. “Still can be, we’ll just put up some extra cameras to make sure he won't try anything.” 

“Yeah, because CCTV is gonna stop him from bludgeoning me in my sleep, Rooster.” You snapped, clearly on alert and frustrated that this was happening. “If I move in here, I'm as good as dead, only a matter of time.” A thought popped into Bradleys mind that he hadn’t registered in the realm of possibility. He opened his mouth to speak but quietly closed it—he didn’t want to add to the existential crisis you were in the middle of. Decided in the moment he’d ask Jake his opinion before asking you in a blur of emotional turmoil and distress. 

“Okay, alright.” Bradley cooed as you pulled you into his side, letting you cry your heart out in the middle of the empty house. “Why don't we just go back to Jakes and talk and figure out our next move yeah?” 

“Oh, oh god Jake is gonna lose his mind.” You laughed, sobs quickly turning from deep and guttural cry’s to laughter that was uncontrollable and damn near maniacal. “He was more excited about this than I was.” 

“He’ll understand sweetheart.” The ease that the term of endearment fell from Roosters lips made you swoon for a brief moment. Leaning into Bradley as you tried to calm down. Dot coming back to you as you opened your arms for her to drop into, snuggling into your chest as you leaned into Bradley. Your little family—lovingly and gentle, sitting in what could have been, what should have been your new home. 

“Hopefully, because it looks like he’s gonna have a house mate on a more permanent basis.” 

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Jake knew if he didn’t do something to help push you in the right direction, that you could end up falling into the same cycle of drugs and alcohol as your parents and your older brothers. He knew deep down you wanted to make a better life for yourself, wanted to escape what you’d only ever known. Your family struggled below the poverty line on a good day. You deserved so much fucking better than what this world had given you. And he loved you far too much to see you waste whatever potential you had. 

Knocking his knuckles against the guidance counsellor's door, Jake was greeted with a mumble. 

“Come in.” Mr. O’Mullane wiped his mouth with the few napkins he had sitting on his desk as Jake walked in. “Oh. I’m pleasantly surprised to see you at the counsellors office, Jacob—please.” Mr. O gestured at the empty chair across from his desk as Jake slung his bag into the ground at his feet. “Sit down.” 

“I uh, I came to talk to you about Y/n—“ He wanted to cut right to the point, there was no need for small talk, Jake knew Mr. O saw him sitting there with you in the metal room. He knew you two were close. Best friends. “She needs help.”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss another student.” Mr. O sighed as he leaned back in his chair. “But I’d be more than happy to help you with your future options, kid.” Jake wasn’t going to sit and talk about anything other than you, you were the reason he was here. He wanted to help you. Whatever way he could. His mother kept telling him you were dragging him under, but what she didn’t see was that you were just clinging onto Jake to stop you from drowning. Your lifeline, your best fucking friend since kindergarten. 

“She thinks her only options in life are getting pregnant or arrested sir.” Mr. O had seen a lot of kids come and go from his office, all searching for guidance to some extent or another, but he’d never had a kid sit across from him and want to help another student like Jake Seresin wanted to help you. 

“Okay, well.” Mr. O just sighed, levelling with the teen who sat before him. “She’s got a good chance, she’s smart—just needs a solid kick up the ass to point that out to her.” 

“And what are you doing about it?” Jake shrugged, leaning forward to push his index finger into the wood of Mr. O’s desk. 

“Encouraging her to go to college—but she doesn’t seem to be too involved now does she.” 

“You’re the guidance counsellor! Guide her!” Jake raised his voice, he was sick of people only giving you half an inch of effort. “You know she’s smart, so you should be guiding her.” 

“There’s only so much I can do kid, you know that.” Mr. O’Mullane just sighed, reaching out for another bite of his lunch. 

“Alright.” Jake was growing tired of the run around he was getting. “Well, what should she be doing then?” 

“Eh.” Through a mouth full of tuna sandwich, Mr. I explained what you needed to be focusing on to Jake, he should have been telling you. “She should be keeping her grades up, getting teacher recommendations, finding herself a legitimate job, filling out her college applications.” Jake knew he could help with all that, he could even help you get a job down at the corner store with him on the weekends and after school. “Think you can help with any of that?” 

“Maybe.” He mumbled, looking down at his shoes because all he ever wanted to do was help. 

“Well all right then, if you stop by again at the end of the day I’ll pull some college brochures you can take with you.” Mr. O just smiled, he saw a little hope for you shining back at him through the eyes of Jake Seresin, a soul that would never leave you behind. “Maybe you’ll have a better chance at getting through to her than I did.” 

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“Oh I totally forgot!” You groaned out as Rooster pulled into the drive of Jake's home, blocking in the black Nissan Micra parked in the drive. “I look like a crackhead Rooster—“ 

“What’s Bob doing here?” Bradley questions as you unclip and hope out the car, racing around to grab Dot from her new car seat. 

“We organised to go for a run this afternoon after we were done checking out the house.” You explained as you let out a little huff when you popped Dot down on the ground, watching as she made her way over to the front door. “I look like a mess—“ 

“You’re still as beautiful as ever.” Bradley wrapped his arm around your shoulders, reaching in to grab Dots purple backpack. “I’m kinda offended you didn’t ask me to go for a run mama?” 

“Oh I don’t think you could run in a straight line with that black eye Bradshaw.” It was the first time this afternoon that Bradley saw you smile, he revelled in it as you walked towards the front door together. He couldn’t help but to press a loving kiss to your temple, his flight suit tied around his waist. “Bradley?” You stopped in your tracks just outside the front door. 

“Yeah darlin?” 

“I really do love you—so much.” It made Rooster's heart burst out of his chest, sending it clear out of this world. “Thank you for just being you, I guess.” Cupping your cheeks, Rooster leaned in with a smirk painted kiss that had you melting into him. Despite everything going on you knew, for once, you were truly loved. 

“I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you.” Bradley knew his mother was watching over him, he knew his father was guiding him in the right direction. They’d brought you and Odette to him. The loved of his life. 

“Hey!” Jake called out from the kitchen. “You two need to fucking see the shorts this man turned up here in.” Jake had been ripping into Bob for the better half of half an hour. “Never seen a pair of thighs as white as Floyd’s.” 

Wooden floors, walls and window sills. Jake's house had always been warm and inviting to you. He had tables and chairs worn by all of the dust, before you showed up it had just been him. Now there was always someone over, something happening. 

This was the place where you didn’t feel alone, this was the place where you felt at home. You didn’t need a new house, with new carpet and clean windows. You just needed your family. 

“They’re running shots!” Bob gruffed back as he turned to face you and Bradley. “Next time can we meet at—“ There was a silence that fell when Bob and Jake noticed the look on your face. Something was wrong, your eyes were all puffy like you’d been balling. “What’s wrong?” 

“Fe? Everything alright?” Jake paused what he was doing, slicing up mini cucumbers for Dot's afternoon snack. “Rooster?” 

“Bob, do you mind if we do this another day?” You cooed, barely audible as you faught of yet another bout of tears. “I think I’m just gonna get Dot in the bath and head to bed.” Jake knew something was seriously wrong by the look in your eyes. He turned his attention to Rooster for a second, eyeing off the man who still had his arm flung over your shoulder to make sure it wasn't him or something he had done. 

“Uh, yeah—no sure, no problem.” Bob replied before you were scooping up Dot, without another word you were turning to kiss Rooster, his lips soft and apologetic against yours before you were heading upstairs. “She okay, Rooster? It looks like she's been crying?”

“Was the house not livable or something?” Jake asked as he took a bite of one of the mini cucumbers he'd been cutting up. Bradley just rubbed his hand through his hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead. Sauntering over to the kitchen, making a Beeline for the fridge, grabbing a beer for him and a beer for Jake, not even bothering to ask Bob if he wanted one. It was always no. 

“Or something–” He ticked his chin to the side as he popped the cap off the top of the beer, taking a sip. “Turns out Jaidyn is her neighbour.” Jake thought he’d entered some fucked up episode of the twilight zone, there was no way. 

“Surely not–” 

“Sure as shit he is.” Rooster scoffed as he took another sip, leaning back against the kitchen island. “She cant move in there, she’s too scared he’ll fuck with her, with Odette.” 

“She's not gonna get another house Bradshaw, not one works gonna up her up in.” Jake groaned, of fucking course this would happen. “God she's been waiting for a house since she started work and he gets put in one before her?” Jake was pissed, he was pissed for you and he was pissed at Jaidyn for being a thorn in your side. “She can stay here but her and Odette are gonna outgrow that room soon.” 

“Why don't you ask her to move in with you, Rooster?” Bob pipped in, pushing his lips together to keep the frog in his mouth. It wasn't his place to have an opinion on this. Jake shook his head when he let out a scoff at the ridiculousness of Bob's suggestion, But Rooster? He stayed silent, the answer was written clear as day across his moustache having smug face. He was going to. That was his plan, he just wanted to talk to Jake about it first. 

“You aren't serious bro–” Jake was just about ready to wipe his hands clean of this whole thing. “You know if you do that then that's it, if you do this and things go south for you and Fe i'll choose her side over yours any day of the week.” 

“I wouldn’t expect you to do anything less.” Bradley smirked as he took the beer to his lips. “But remember, you were the one who wanted her out of your house in the first place? Isn’t that why you set us up to begin with?” 

“I was messing around!” Jake groaned out in defeat as Bob just watched Jake and Bradley interact. If you had told him he’d be standing in Jake Seresins kitchen watching him and Rooster bicker like brothers in arms he would have told you that you were crazy. “My god, I’ve aged like five years since you two fucking got together—I swear!” 

“Hangman, you aren’t her dad.” Bob once again put his foot into a conversation he thought he was intruding on. 

“No, I’m not Bob—“ Jake hissed as he turned to Bob. “But I’m the closest thing she’s got because her dads a genuine grade A alcoholic addict who spews in the cutlery drawers after nights out.” Jake would never forget the one time he stayed the night at your place after a big Saturday night party, his mother scolded him for it but Jake was more than happy to never want to stay at your house again. “So my apologies if I’m apprehensive about her shaking up with Bradshaw here after dating for five minutes!” 

“You know I’m gonna ask her to marry me one day too.” Bradley snickered to himself, knowing the ambition would send Jake over the edge. “How does that make you feel, big guy?” 

Jakes felt his heart skip a beat inside his chest when he registered what Bradley Bradshaw had just said. Jake knew if anyone roaming this earth was good enough for you it was the moustache having pain in the ass Naval Aviator who’d been family deprived for far too long. But Jake wasn’t about to give Bradley an ego boost he knew he didn’t need. So he scoffed and rolled his eyes instead. 

“Like I need a fucking pepto bismol.” 

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“Okay, play with your dollie sweetheart, mum needs to wash your hair.” Two birds with one stone. That's what had gone through your mind when you decided you would jump in the bath with Odette. Bubbles galore and saving on water usage. 

“Otay mumma.” Dot was more than happy to sit in the bath amongst the ample amount of bubbles and play with her bath toys while you took a cup of water to her hair and held her forehead to stop the water running into her eyes. She was a good kid, a far better kid than you ever were. 

A gentle knock echoed through the bathroom as you worked to wash your daughter's hair. 

“Yeah?” You answered to the knocks that sounded like two knuckles brushing against the panelling. 

“It's me–just checking to see if you’re alright?” Rooster let his forehead rest against the door as he contemplated if he should open it or not, an iced coffee in hand knowing you would usually be making one right about this time before settling down to get your next day schedule done. “Mind if I come in?” There was a pause between when Bradley asked and when you decided to answer that he thought just maybe he should leave you to be for a while. But then you answered and it made the corner of his lips into a smirk. 

“Enter at your on risk Bradshaw–” He did so cautiously, peering his head in before stepping through the threshold, making sure to shut and lock the door behind him.

“Woah, where's Odette in all these bubbles huh?” It made you smile how Bradley always interacted with your daughter first and foremost whenever he entered a room, she was an extension of you and deserved all the love she got. “I thought you said you were giving Dot a bath?” Rooster cooed as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head before he sat down on the tiles beside the bath. 

“I'm here Tooster, I’m here!” Dot wiggled around, making you drop the cup you had in your hand as she wiggled herself around in between your legs to climb into your lap, splashing bubbles up every which way as she did so. “I'm here!” 

“Oh there you are.” Rooster rolled his eyes playfully as he scooped up a handful of suddy bubbles and placed it on top of her head. “I couldn't see you amongst all these bubbles, sorry Dotty.” You couldn't help but to laugh at the interaction, Rooster was just a natural with her. As soon as Dot was satisfied that she hadnt been looked over, she was quick to fall back between your legs, back to you, and suddenly all she cared about in the world was making sure her dolls loved each other. “Hey there Mama–” Rooster cooed, finally turning all his attention on you. 

“Bradley, to what do I owe this bathroom drop in?” Rooster was trying to not let his eyes wander down too far, your tits on full display above your water, covered in bubbles. He was only human after all and fuck did he find incredibly attractive. “Eyes up here.” You smirked wildly, knowing the effect you had on Rooster. 

“I brought you coffee.” Rooster stared at your nipples for a few more seconds before he shook the nasty thoughts from his mind, holding up the glass full of vanilla iced coffee for you to take a sip from. “And I wanted to ask you something.” Rooster could feel his heart racing inside his chest as he leaned over the side of the bath, going over the logistics of water displacement in his head because jumping in the tube right now seemed like a good idea. There was room, he was sure of it. 

“Yeah? And what would that be?” You asked softly as you went back to washing Dots hair, working a small amount of toddler sensitive shampoo into her dark locks. Fuck it, Rooster was lifting his shirt up over his head before he knew what he was really doing. Untying the flight suit that was still wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing?” 

“Shove up, I'm hopping in.” He smiled, standing to strip off the Normex suit from his legs, boxer briefs and all shimming down his thighs, suddenly you were at eye level with Bradley junior and you weren't made about it at all. “Shove–” 

“I was actually enjoying this before you came in here.” You were only teasing, But as you did Rooster was climbing in behind you, watching as the water rose and damn near spilled over the edge. It didn't though, it only just lapped at the lip of the bathtub. “Jesus Rooster, it's up to her bloody neck now!”  

“She’ll be right.” It was the way Bradley pulled you closer to him by the small of your waist that had your cheeks heating up. The soft kisses he left against your shoulder when your back hit his chest. “Now listen, you can say no, this is just me throwing out the option okay?” 

“I don't know if I like it when you think Bradshaw, but sure, what's rattling around in that brain of yours.” You had to laugh when Bradleys grip around your waist tightened a little, hugging you from behind as you worked to rinse Dots shampoo laced hair. 

“There's a house a few streets over that has three bedroom, two bathrooms.” Bradley started, kissing up the expanse of your shoulder, before moving slowly up your neck. “It's got a courtyard out the back that needs a little tender loving care but it wouldn't be too hard to fix up.” 

“It's a private rental though isn't it?” You mumbled, you didn't think you had the energy to talk about your housing crisis right now. 

“Nope, its government owned and currently occupied by government property.” Bradley smiled against your supply skin. “It's mine, and I want you and Odette to move in with me instead of next door to that dickhead ex of yours.” You froze, Bradley felt you stiffen in his arms. He didn't dare move an inch until you did, watching as you reached out for the conditioner after a few moments. 

“Why would you want us to move in with you?” It wasnt that you didn't trust Bradley Bradshaw, it's just you felt yourself falling for him harder than you'd ever fallen for someone before, which with your current track record, made it hard to trust, to open up. “Single mum with a two year old on her hip? Just take it from Jake, we don't exactly make good company when you wanna bring some girl home from the bar.” 

“Listen here mama–” Bradley waited until you had finished running the conditioner through Dot's dark curls before he was using his index finger to tilt your head to the side, kissing your cheek as he did so with love and admiration. “You are the only woman I'll ever take home again.” 

“Rooster–” You tried to debate it, but Bradley was placing his lips on your just to shut you up.

“If I had a ring.” That was a lie, Bradley had his mothers engagement ring tucked away in his bedside table. He’d had it since she passed. From the first time he saw you he knew you were gonna be his future wife. Jake had smacked him upside the head when he asked who the pretty one was playing darts. Told him to say at least fifty metres away from you at all times, now look at him? He's tucked away in the bath with you between his legs. In Jake's house, asking you to move in with him. “I'd ask you to marry me right now, but the timing just doesn't seem right, so level with me real quick, you and Dot moving in with me doesn't seem like the worst possible scenario out of the options you've got if we lay them out on the table does it.” Bradley started to kiss up and down your neck again when you turned back to wash the conditioner out of Dot’s hair. “You don't have to say yes baby, and you don't have to give me a response now, but the offer is there and it's genuine and I'd really love to wake up with you every morning.” 

“Ill uh–I'll think about it, okay?” 

“That's good enough for me mama.” Rooster cooed, settling into the warmth of the bath a little more as he pulled you down against his chest, Dot playing at his feet. “That's good enough for me.” 

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“It's a busy time of year, end of semester.” Mr O’mullane smirked wildly as you and Jake followed him down the hall into his office. “I have to let a litany of underachievers know they'd best be advised to cut their losses and learn a trade.” He gruffed, stepping into his office as he held the door open for the pair of you. “Something that utilises their backs instead of their brains.” But it wasn't long before he was reaching into the top drawer of his desk, looking at the piece of paper he held in his hand. “It's moments like this though, that makes the job worth it.” He scoffed. Walking around from his desk to meet you and Jake as you both stood still, side by side. 

“Crap pay, miserable working conditions, but the chance to change–” He paused, handing you the graduation certificate as he smiled. “One special kid's life. Congratulations.” 

“Uh–” You smiled for a brief second, looking down at your name plastered across the paper that meant fuck all to you because you never thought youd actually get it. “Guess this is where I'm supposed to, uh, thank you for never giving up on me, heh.” 

“I wouldn't thank me kid, i'd be thanking your friend here, he's the one who never gave up on you.'' Jake knew you had no intention of going to graduation, you didn't really have any reason to if there wouldn't be a single person there to cheer you on. So he came with you to the guidance counsellor's office just to see the moment you got your certificate. “But just so you know, teachers are taking bets on what comes next for you–College, 10-to-1. Or Prison 4-to-1.” 

“I was kinda thinking about an engineering course–” You replied softly, smiling across at Jake who was already smiling back at you. You'd done the work, but he'd been the one to help you do it.

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Jalosi

Hange Zoë x Reader

A/n: The reference for that title is niche but ifykyk

When you invited Hange to a night out at the bar to let loose, they were expecting a fun time spent with you. Not them glaring at you from across the bar while you mingled with several other patrons. 

As much as they loathed seeing other people causing you to giggle though, you seemed to be having fun, and they really couldnt bring themselves to interrupt you. 

So they spent the night sulking in a corner of the bar. The only external stimuli they responded to were your occasional check-in in the form of a thumbs up. 

They always responded with a thumbs up and a forced smile back. As soon as you looked away to converse with some other man, they frowned to themselves. 

This was their… 9th shot? Maybe more? Keeping track wasnt a priority right about now. What was a priority was keeping their anger in check. They could feel themselves get agitated with each new person that offered you a drink. 

They werent mad at you of course, they could never be mad at you. But they were mad at the nerves of some of these people to even think they were even close to worth of even being in your presence. 

If you got closer to them you'd be able to hear them practically growl under their breath. 

Thankfully at this stage in their anger, you chose to stay for only a few minutes more. You saw how drunk they were getting and you were getting bored, even with all the attention you were getting. 

So you made a beeline towards where they sat. They were slumped on the counter, causing them to take a while to notice you were there. 

Once you finally got them to stand up, they immediately just slumped right back onto you. 

"Han, please stand properly, youre heavy-"

"Missed you…" They muttered.

"Love, you were literally a few seats away from me the whole night." 

"So?" They pouted.

You shook your head and chuckled softly before asaisting them to stand up properly, taking a few minutes to make sure they wouldn't just fall down again.

When you were sure they could stand on their own two feet, you set the both of you on a mission of traversing safely to the outside of the bar. 

This journey consisted of dodging the horde of other drunk people and supporting Hange every time they slumped back onto you. But you persevered, and you two finally arrived outside. 

You fish your phone out your purse and winced at the time. You had no clue you were in there that long. Nevertheless, it was time to go home. 

No taxi was just going to pass by here at this hour. As you sat by a nearby bench to book an uner, Hange slumped right back onto you. Mumbling something under their breath that you didnt quite catch.

You smiled as you gave them a quick peck on their forehead. They were too cute when they were sleepy and tired.  

That being said, this was unlike them. The smell of alcohol on their breath was incredibly strong. None of the fruity drinks you were sipping on for the night. This was the sort of alcohol people used to forget. 

"Sheesh, how much did you have to drink? I dont think you even get this drunk for parties." You fixed some of their hair, tucking it behind their ear. 

"Few drinks… 'm okay though…" They slurred as they talked. 

"Its not like you to get this drunk, you good?" 

A few seconds pass before they respond. "Yeah, ‘s all good..." 

You could hear the hesitation in their voice, causing your eyebrows to furrow. But you decide to push the questioning for tomorrow. Trying to get a drunk Hange to give a straight answer is unheard of.

"Alright, but if its something you want to talk about, im always here" You offered. 

Hange gave you a thumb up in response. You two sat in silence until the uber arrived. 

Getting Hange into the car was a thankfully easier affair than getting them out the bar. 

 

As soon as you got in the car, Hange immediately latched onto your side. Grabbing and holding onto anything they could reach on you. 

“Hange, what are you doing?” You amusedly ask. 

“Cant show my partner some love?” They pull away to pout and huff before going right back to hugging you. 

“Yeah but–”

“Shhh. Missed you.” They clumsily interrupt you with a finger in front of your mouth.

You glare at them unamused but choose to say nothing and let them practically melt right onto you. Eventually they fell asleep, still holding you in a death grip. 

You couldnt help but smile at how peaceful they looked asleep. You wriggled an arm out to rub circles into their back until you two got back home.

You gently shook them awake while apologizing to the driver who couldnt help but chuckle at you two. 

After somehow finally wrangling Hange off of you and out of the uber, you guide them to finally get back to your home. Where right after you both finished getting ready, they tackled you onto the bed. 

“Ouff– Hange what the fuc–” This time you were interrupted by Hange climbing on top of you and collapsing, arms wrapped tightly around you. 

You gazed at the ceiling and accepted your fate, ready to sleep like this. You almost did, until you heard Hange mumble something into your skin.

“You say something, Han?” You quietly ask.

“Didnt like being away from you. Didnt get enough attention.” They repeated, words slurring together. 

You remained silent for a moment, but pat their back reassuringly. 

“Really? Why didnt you say anything?” 

“You were having fun. Didnt want to interrupt.”

“You should have, you know id drop anything for you.” 

“Still.” They mumbled.

You “tsk”ed while you frowned. “You know id have more fun just being with you than doing literally anything else. Tell me next time, ‘kay?”

They replied with a hum that was somewhat identifiable as a confirmation. You sighed and chose to take this to another time. You still had to wake up early to prepare some medicine for the massive hangover they were sure to have in the morning. 

You craned your neck to give them one last quick peck for the night. “Goodnight Han” You whispered. 

“...Mmm… night, love” Their grip on you tightened ever so slightly, and you knew that this person is the one you be spending the rest of your life with. 

A/n: Im backk, been too busy and have had little ideas for writing but im alive and thriving tbh. School is a bitch but it is what it is, till next time >w0