#dinne date

[esrayounes]

lil dinner date w hubby & babyboy 🫶🏼

[hanmaitani]

Sneaking Around

PAIRING - Roronoa Zoro x Reader WC - 0.8K GENRE - smut CW - secret relationship, unprotected sex, implied size kink (if you squint) SYNOPSIS - being on the straw hat crew and secretly dating another member leads to a lot of close calls and a lot of sneaking around...

happy birthday zoro baby <33

Zoro can’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Even if he could, he doesn’t really want to. Which would be fine… if you’d already told the crew that the two of you had been sneaking around behind closed doors.

Well… not really closed doors. More like slightly ajar doors or stuffed into closets or in quietly dark and deserted alleyways.

Quite literally any time that the two of you got alone time, Zoro had you like how you are now…

Your back flush against the wall, his body slotted between your thighs, pressed flush against yours. He’s got both your legs tossed over his arms, pinning them open, your knees dangerously close to tapping your shoulders. One of his arms is wrapped around your hips, keeping them angled towards him while the other has snaked its way up to cup the back of your head, keeping it from hitting the wall.

Zoro’s hips move impossibly fast, deliciously so. He attempts to keep quiet but the fast movements only cause the loud wet noises that accompany them to be even more prominent. The lewd sound of his cock stretching out your cunt.

It’s delicious and dizzying, the way he chases both of your highs as your hands try to grip onto his shoulders.

There’s no real reason for you to grip his shoulders, both of you know this. It’s just a show of trying to hold yourself up, but he’s doing all the work for you. It’s just so you can touch him, ground yourself as he fucks you into the heavens.

Both of you are all too aware that your alone time could be over at any minute. That in a second’s notice  you could be forced to scramble to either look presentable or for one of you to hide.

Today it would be you hiding if you couldn’t be presentable fast enough, you were in his training area. And he wanted you to finish before that had to happen, both of you.

“Z-Zo…” You whine into his ear, his forehead is pressed against your shoulder as he pants desperately across his chest. He’d give anything to hear that sound on repeat.

“Sh, sh, princess, I know.” He mumbles against your skin, lips pressing to yours to keep you quiet as his hips drills into you harder. He’s swallowing your shallow cries, the ones you’re trying and failing to swallow on your own, the ones that could get you caught if you’re not careful. “God fuck, feel so good.” He kisses the words into your mouth as his hand spreads over your scalp, fingers brushing softly against your skin, trying to soothe you as you cling to him.

He could feel you clamping down on his cock, your body squeezing his as you tipped over the edge. His hips ground against you, as you came, his lips kissing yours more desperately as he fucks you through your high, focusing on his own now. His grip on your body tightens as his thrusts get more erratic, chasing down his finish, needing it to be in you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mutters against your lips as his hips stutter into you. Both of your breathing shaky as he releases your tangle of limbs. Your legs are unsteady under your own weight as he eases you down. Both of your lips are still moving against each other, trying to keep the intimacy until you hear a few distant bangs heading your way.

You pull back quickly, gasping as you reach for your pants, shakily trying to pull them on as Zoro fixes his own. Zoro had only just launched himself halfway across the room when the door slams open.

“ZORO DINNER!” Luffy’s hand is still on the door when his eyes land on you. “Oh, hey! Were you training with Zoro too?” Your voice gets caught in your throat and you settle on just nodding your head, confirming his incorrect suspicions. “No fair! You didn’t invite me!!” Luffy pouted slightly before remembering why he came in here. “C’mon! Dinner!” He bolts out of the room as fast as he’d entered and you can’t help but collapse in a heap on the floor, sighing out the stress you’d just gone through.

Zoro chuckles as he walks over and helps you off the ground. “Are you okay?”

“He almost caught us.” You mumble, shaking your head in worry. “Zoro what-” your breath hitches as his lips brush your neck again. “Wh-what are you…”

“C’mon, one more quick one before dinner,” he asks softly in your ear as his hands already move back towards your hips.

You whine in worry, but you can’t help melting into his arms, unable to resist him.

Zoro could never seem to keep his hands off of you… but you were truly no better.

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[moonstruckme]

Oh my god congrats on 7k!!! So so SO deserved in every way imaginable

Could I request apple pie prompt #28: dark lipstick smeared on a cheek with Sirius???

Thank you lovely!!

modern au

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 731 words

It’s embarrassing, how much time you spend in front of the mirror before Sirius arrives. You fix and fiddle until you’re nearly unrecognizable to yourself, until your face is a word you’ve said too many times and it’s lost all meaning. You started out with more eyeshadow than you have on now, then you’d wiped that off and tried out a lip technique you’d seen in a tutorial online. You’ve used one makeup wipe already, front and back and all folded up to get to the clean corners, and you’re honestly still not sure if what you’ve ended up with is decent or if you just can’t look at it properly anymore. You hope your dress is enough to distract Sirius if it’s horrid. 

You’re seriously considering wiping it all off and starting over again when the doorbell rings. Your heels click on the floor as you hurry to answer it. 

Sirius looks surprised when you open the door, as if he hadn’t expected to find you on the other side. “Hi,” he says. 

You smile anxiously. “Hi.” 

He’s wearing a suit, which you’d been expecting but bowls you over nonetheless. Sirius manages to make it look both formal and relaxed, his dark hair tucked behind his ear on one side and his jacket unbuttoned suavely. 

Remus claims it isn’t a big deal, this banquet his university is having, but it is. It is for Remus, because he’s receiving an award, but also (privately, selfishly) for you, because this is the first thing you’ve gone to with Sirius as his date. You’ve been on dates, and you’ve already met his friends, which he says was the important thing, but part of you is savoring the privilege of this. That he’d asked you to Remus’ event as his date. 

“Hi,” Sirius says again. He blinks at you, slow and hard. 

Shit. 

“It’s too much, right?” You take a step back from the door, hand itching for a makeup wipe. “I can take it off quickly, we’ll still have time to make it. I’ll do something simpler.” 

“No,” he says, “don’t change it, it’s…it’s nice.” 

You cringe at the hesitation in his tone. You catch your reflection in the mirror by the door, panicked and overdone, as you turn back towards the bathroom. “I promise it won’t take long. I don’t know what I was thinking, the lips are way too much.” 

Sirius’ fingers wrap harshly around your wrist, stopping you. “Don’t you fucking touch the lips,” he says. 

His eyes catch yours in the mirror. You’re frozen. Once it’s clear you’re not reaching for the wipe anymore, Sirius loosens his grip, fingers skimming up to your shoulder and toying absently with the strap of your dress. He looks almost caught in a daze. 

“Fuck.” He expels a breath. “I wish I could kiss you without fucking them up.” Your lips part in surprise, and Sirius closes his eyes like he can’t look at it. He compromises by dropping his lips to your shoulder. He kisses the bare skin reverently. “You look stunning.” 

Your heart hiccups. “Really?” 

You realize the second after you’ve asked that it sounds like you’re fishing for compliments, but Sirius doesn’t seem to care either way. He meets your gaze in the mirror again. 

“Very,” he says. His brows bunch as if in distress. “You’re killing me, gorgeous. I can’t decide whether to go to Remus’ thing and show you off or keep you here to myself.” 

You laugh. It dislodges some of your nerves. “We’re definitely going to Remus’ thing,” you say to him. “He’s winning an award.” 

“He’ll win other awards, won’t he? He’s brainy.” 

“I also didn’t get dressed up like this to stay in.” 

“Much sounder reasoning,” Sirius admits. He sighs dramatically. “Okay, but do me a favor and give me a smacker so those pretentious shits know we’re together, yeah?” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “A smacker?” 

“A kiss, doll.” 

“I know what you mean,” you laugh. “You want me to get lipstick on your face right before this posh dinner?” 

“If it looks half as good on me as it does on you, sweetheart,” he gives a winsome crack of a smile, “no one will have a bad thing to say about it.” 

You decide it’s not worth arguing with him. Your dark lipstick looks very pretty on his cheek all evening.

[chilschuck]

hi there!!! I love your blog!!! I know you’re mainly a Chilchuck girlie, but I saw that you occasionally do Laios headcanons/drabbles, and I’m a massive Laios simp. if you have the time and inclination, would you maybe write about Laios realizing he’s falling for a reader who is also autistic like he is? and they’re both so in love with each other, but they don’t realize it bc they’re both idiots, so the party has to set them up lmao

OBLIVIOUS (IN MY LOVE FOR YOU).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ mutual pining, hopelessly in love silly guys, gn!reader. sfw as always!

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.3k

✦ i hope this turned out how you wanted it!!! i felt bad that i’ve been doing so much chil and nothing for the others, so i was happy that you sent this request!! i’m not sure how to feel about this, but i’m happy to get something out for you!!! <333 honestly i’m worried this turned out badly, but alas, i feel that way about everything asdfdhgjhk. enjoy lovely!!!!

It was more than obvious to anyone but the two of you, much to the party’s displeasure. The mutual pining between you had been a constant back and forth for what felt like ages, and it was almost humorous how in denial it seemed you were.

Laios always spent time chatting with you before bed, his soft voice carrying so much warmth. You always noted how fuzzy your head felt whenever he’d talk about something he was especially interested in. It was almost heartbreaking to part with him to finally rest, longing to continue the conversation for as long as you could.

Little did the two of you know that the rest of the party had their eyes on you, tired sighs leaving each of them. This was every night now, and the fact neither of you were making an effort to come to terms and admit what you were feeling was beginning to become tiresome.

Chilchuck huffed, head in the palm of his hand. “I can’t believe that this is still going on. I’m tired of it.”

Marcille tutted, but the frustration at both of your ignorances was seeping through. “There’s got to be something we can do. They’re obviously so in love with each other...”

And right she was, with how absolutely enamored Laios had become. He’d never felt this way about anyone, the feeling seeping into his bones slowly but surely. With every smile you gave him, words of encouragement, or even reassuring touches, you made yourself at home in his mind and heart. Laios was content with just the whispered conversations and adventures together, not quite piecing together the entire situation just yet.

Marcille was not so sure that was something to be content with. Izutsumi was also getting fed up with the constant beating around the bush, and Chilchuck was sick and tired of watching this ordeal occur. The three of them had decided that enough was enough, and through gossip-like whispers, they decided on a course of action.

“I’ll try and talk to Laios,” Chilchuck settled, although he wasn’t entirely happy with the idea of helping an inner party relationship unfold. It was even harder to watch the two of you continuously pine after each other blindly, so he chose what he believed was the lesser of two evils. “You two convince you-know-who to get some one on one time with him somehow.”

Marcille hummed, finger tapping her chin. “Maybe we could get Senshi to cook something up just for the two of them, get them on a date of some sort.”

Izutsumi flicked her tail in annoyance at this entire scenario, before giving her own opinion. “Let’s just get them stuck in a trap or something.” At that, the elf across from her shook her head adamantly.

“Although that might work another time, I think setting them up would work best. We’ll all conveniently go off somewhere and leave the two of them to talk it out. Somehow…”

Thankfully, it wasn’t hard to get the two of you alone together. Laios would explain something about a monster your party had encountered earlier, delighted at your interest in anything he had to say. Before he knew it, the rest of the party had excused themselves after dinner, leaving just you and him with a cooked meal and unsaid words hanging in the air.

Even earlier, Chilchuck had decided to try and drill it into Laios’ skull that perhaps coming to terms and admitting what he was feeling wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Grasping for straws, Laios tried to create excuses that what he felt for you was just that of a close friend. There was no way he was falling in love, right? Yet, the look Chilchuck had given him shut him up quickly.

“You think friends just look at each other with that lovesick face you’re always making? And it’s not exactly hard to see just how much you care about them. It’s actually pretty obvious.” The half-foot grit out, floored that Laios still hadn’t figured out just how deeply he had fallen.

Marcille and Izutsumi had a similar problem with you, finding that you were convinced what you felt was just that of a deep friendship, of course you weren’t actually absolutely smitten with the man. Giving each other a knowing look, Marcille continued her prodding.

“I think there’s more to this,” the way she said your name so softly held your attention. “You need to talk with him. Maybe talk through just what you’re feeling.”

So now, as you took another bite of your dinner, you tried to figure out just what you were feeling. Laios was doing the same, and the silence, which was never a problem before, now hung with tension.

Both of you tried to speak, before signaling the other to continue, before giving a light laugh at the awkwardness. It wasn’t that just being in each other’s company was the problem, but more so that there was so much left unsaid.

Laios ran his hand through his hair, giving you that tender smile you had come to love so much. “You first.”

Another laugh left you, before your current train of thought followed through your words. “So I was wondering… Have you ever been in love before, Laios?”

That caught him off guard, swallowing hard before thinking of the right thing to say. “Well… I, uh…” A beat of silence followed as you let him find his words. “I wasn’t sure before today. What about you?”

Trying not to get your hopes up, or have the flame within you extinguished so easily, you smiled. “Same here, actually. I think…” You trailed off, just staring at his rosy cheeks and intent gaze making your heartbeat a little faster. Setting your plate to the side, you bit your tongue for a moment. Talk through what you’re feeling… You can do that.

“I guess I didn’t really realize, but… Lately, I’ve been really eager to be around you.” Your voice tried to fight back the tremors rising within you. Before you could continue, Laios grabbed your hand and gave you that intent expression again.

“Me too! I mean, I always really enjoy our talks. I look forward to them a lot.” He spoke a tad out of breath, trying to reign in how he was feeling. Another beat of silence, followed by the clearing of his throat.

“I think I’m in love with you.” You both muttered at the same time, before the feeling of both shock and excitement coursed through you. There was… no possible way, right? But with that doting smile and lovesick gaze he was sending your way, you began to think he did feel the same.

“Thank the gods,” you whispered, a huff of relief leaving your lips. “I had to have Marcille and Izutsumi make me realize.”

Laios laughed, cheeks flushed with delight. “Yeah, Chilchuck definitely gave me a talking to. I think Senshi tried to help me realize, too. It was definitely interesting.”

Both of you shared light giggles before Laios gently pulled you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

“Sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, inhaling deeply, the air leaving him in a content sigh. Your eyes fluttered shut, shaking your head slightly in reply. “No need. That’d mean I’d need to apologize too.”

You pressed sweet kisses to his cheek, to his nose, to his forehead. Laios beamed, intertwining your fingers as he spoke from the heart just what he had been trying to come to terms with. You did your best to do so, too.

Chilchuck, Marcille, Senshi, and Izutsumi all let out sounds of relief at watching the two of you around the corner. Getting both of you to finally realize the extent of your feelings was difficult, but oh so worth it in the end.

“Finally,” Chilchuck grumbled, before scratching the back of his neck. “That only took, what? Forever?”

Senshi grunted, trying to recall just how long it had been. Izutsumi even watched as Marcille rocked back and forth on her feet, a certain sparkle in her eye.

She’d have to get the two of you to be open more often.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <33

[stereoqueen]

good girls - m.rempe

summary: the hughes brothers find out that their little sister isn’t the good girl that they always knew. (based around good girls by 5sos) hughes!sister x matt rempe

Y/n Hughes was always a good girl. She was a straight-A student, a stellar lacrosse player, and a classic overachiever. She felt like she had to, being the youngest and only girl in the Famous Hughes family. Her whole life was academics or sports, with zero time for boys. In high school, her brothers were so happy that they didn’t have to worry about her getting into trouble or being boy-crazy over their friends. She was their perfect angel sister who could do no wrong in their eyes.

But secretly, Y/n (or El) Hughes was not just the angel but had a wild side. When she wasn’t at lacrosse, she was “studying” in the library with her friends, which was code for let me sneak out the back window to be with her secret boyfriend. No one ever caught onto her for years. She had the brains and the beauty — which landed her a full scholarship to NYU.

Now, as a college student, the stress of sneaking out dropped. The pressure of being a Hughes was still there, and upholding the reputation was, too. When she originally met her now boyfriend, they didn’t know of each other, which was refreshing. She was used to being known for her last name, and he was used to being known for his fights.

Matt Rempe proved to be the sweetest guy she had ever met. Him grabbing her coffee order was the best thing to have happened to her. A few dates later, she was his. After almost a year of loving Matt, he wanted to finally meet her brothers.

“C’mon babe, I should meet them by now,” Matt says as he takes another bite of pasta.

“Trust me, I know. But it’s so hard. I can’t just say hey! I have a boyfriend of over a year! Because they will blow up over that and not knowing. THEN they will blow up over the fact that he is not only a 6’7 menace on the ice, but on a rival team,” She tells him as she gets up to get more wine.

“Your parents love me! Your brothers will be mad at first, but hopefully, they will get over it,” he replies as he looks down at his phone.

“Quinn is just Quinn… Luke would turn into scolding Big Bro. Don’t even get me started on what Jack— “ She started to rant as she sat back down but was cut off by a kiss over the table. The kiss wasn’t long, but enough to stop her from rambling.

“Okay. I will wait a little longer,” Matt says softly as she blushes.

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A few months passed and she knew Quinn was coming into New York for a game this week. She knew that this would be the prime opportunity to introduce Matt to one of her brothers. Quinn was the most understanding of her three brothers. He was the one that she could go to with any problem, big or small. He was nicknamed Huggy Bear for a reason. However, she never expected the first time they met each other to be like this.

The Rangers had just whipped the Canucks 5-3 despite Quinn’s best efforts to make things happen. He was tired and was annoyed about the loss, knowing playoffs were around the corner. The exhaustion wore off when he remembered that his sister wanted to meet him for a postgame dinner. Quickly getting dressed, he raced to the meeting spot she told him to meet earlier when he saw her.

She was not alone like he expected. She was kissing a very tall man. The same tall man had just “broken” his ankles earlier, trying to stop him from advancing. The pair didn’t see Quinn approaching, so he played it cool, leaning against the wall away from them. The two were in their own world, talking and hugging about the game when she looked down the hall to see her older brother on the phone.

“Oh my fuck,” she said as Matt turned around to see Quinn leaning against the wall.

“Good girl going for the bad boy? Classic, El-Bell,” Quinn states as he walks towards them.

“So, um, I wanted you to meet him at dinner?” She stated nervously as Matt put his toothpick back in his mouth.

“Oh, you didn’t want me to see you mackin on him in public?” Quinn jokes as Matt stifles and laughs. El hits Matt on the shoulder lovingly.

“Well, you’re early, Q this is—“ She started to say as Quinn stuck out his arm to Matt. “Rempe, pleasure, sorry for breaking your ankles today. Don’t check Twitter,” Quinn says as he shakes his hand, going into his older brother mode.

The boys’ faces are both in neutral facial expressions. Matt had a “I’m a big scary guy” face as Quinn put on his million-dollar death glare.

“Nice to finally meet you. I’ve been begging El for months to let me talk to you guys,” Matt says as they finish shaking hands.

Quinn looks to El, who has a nervous look on her face. He cracks into a smile, “Wait, I’m the first brother you’ve met?” He asks menacingly.

“Yeah, she said you’re the most—“ He started as El quickly cut him off, “Matthew, you finish that sentence and walk to dinner. AND home.” The trio of them laugh as the start walking down hall.

“You’re in for a treat, bud; you looked like you were about to shit your pants about meeting me; the devils’ brothers will make your life a living hell,” Quinn jokes as he slaps Matt on the shoulder as they walk out of the arena.

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The dinner with Q went surprisingly well. He approved almost immediately after seeing how well he treated her. Getting to know Matt brought much context into why his little sister never tried to get Matt to meet the boys. Their parents already knew, Jim fangirling and Ellen being the loving boy mom that she is. She asked Quinn for advice on what to do about Jack and Luke.

Does she wait until the lake? Does she wait until the off-season?

Jack is already hurt for the season, so he’s extra clingy and pissy. Luke is living his best life thriving on the road and didn’t want to throw off that groove.

They decided that there was no good time.

“I vote you just let it happen organically,” Quinn says as he sits on the couch, sharing snacks with Matt. Matt nods, fist-bumping him. “Told ya, sweetheart,” he knowingly says to her, as that was his take on the situation all along (despite the constant pleas to meet them).

“Shut up, Matty, Quinn, you know there is nothing organic about our family!” El says as she walks over, stealing the box of Oreos.

“Okay, then you have some options. Invite Jack and Luke sometime over and have Matt show up, meet them after a game with him like you did me, and pray that Jack doesn’t have a public meltdown or wait until the lakehouse. That’s all I got,” Quinn lays out his ideas as the gears turn in the couple’s heads.

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A few weeks later, El was working on her French homework when Matt let himself in her apartment. He walked in, dropped his stuff off, and immediately flopped beside her on the couch. She was writing a paper about the Three Musketeers while watching it on TV and in French while writing her paper in French.

About 15 minutes and a page later, she turned to him, shutting her laptop off. “Bonjour, mon amour (hi my love),” She said lovingly as Matt pulled her on top of him. He attacked her lovingly with kisses all down her neck as she pulled on his hair. The makeout session turned heated, shirts off, tension building as Matt pulled her in deeper. Disconnecting their lips, he flipped her so she was underneath him on the couch. “I missed you extra today,” He mumbled into her neck as she bucked her hips up into him.

“Care to show me how badly, mon coeur? (my heart)” Her voice was sweet as honey to him in his ear. He groaned at the sound of her French accent, needing her desperately as ever. “Oh angel, you have no idea what you and your French do to me,” Matt groans again as she arches back into him even more. They kiss again deeply as Matt rakes his hands down her body, moving to her sweatpants. His hand delicately diving lower and lower. He can feel how wet she is due to how her body is physically squirming when he hasn’t even touched her. “Matt—“ She started until the booming knock at the door brought them to reality.

The pair stare at each other, matching looks on their faces, surprised. “Um, did you order takeout or something?” Matt asks as El puts a hand over his mouth.

“Open up Sista!” Luke says as he knocks again.

“Go to my room!” She says quickly as Matt not so quietly runs across the living room into her room.

“Anyone home!” Jack says as he knocks, too.

“Yeah! One second!” She tells her brothers as she turns the TV back on, then runs over to fix herself in the mirror near her front door. Frazzled, she opens the door to find her two older brothers standing there with food in their hands.

“Brought your favorite pad thai!” Luke tells her as they walk through the doorway. Her expression changes from frazzled to a soft smile.

“Thanks, Lukey! I really was starving, I have a big French paper to finish.” She tells the pair as they bring the food to the kitchen table.

Jack sets the food down and then kicks off his shoes near the door. He looks down to move his out of the way to see a large pair next to El’s. He returns to the kitchen to see Luke’s shoes still on. Analyzing the rest of the room, he doesn’t find anything else out of the ordinary… or so he thought.

“Sis, I’m going to use your bathroom,” He says as he snoops around the apartment. Luke and El were chatting over last night’s games when Jack returned.

He returned with her 6’7 boyfriend in tow, held by his ear. “Ow Ow Ow,” Matt says as El marches over, grabbing Jack by the ear, leaving him to drop Matt. Luke is cackling at the chain of events.

“What the HELL!” El says as she throws him onto the couch. “That’s what I should be saying! WHAT THE HELL IS MATT REMPE DOING IN YOUR BEDROOM!” Jack booms as he points at the tall ranger.

Matt was now sitting with Luke at the dining room table, opening the takeout boxes together. “You two were the ones to randomly show up!” El retaliates to her older brother as he sits back on the couch, fuming.

“I can’t even. My angel sister, with HIM!” He says angrily as Luke stiffles another laugh. “What are you laughing about over there, Moose?” He continues.

“Our sister is NOT an angel. Devil in disguise more like it,” Luke tells him as Matt laughs. “Got her there, Hughesy,” Matt replies as Jack’s face drops. “El has always been an angel. Straight A’s, never in trouble, no boys, perfect more like,” Jack says as El shakes her head, “Well……”

“I saw El making out with Will Smith a few times during my senior year of high school. I also got Ethan to confess that she kissed him a few times at the lake two summers ago. Quinn told me that she had a boyfriend named Johnny for two years, too, but never told anyone. Every time she was at the library, they were making out in his truck — want me to go on, sister angel?” Luke explains as Jack and Matt’s faces drop. El, annoyed and embarrassed, runs to Luke to slap him across the shoulder (and to run from Jack), “LUKE WARREN!!!”

Jack is now dumbfounded on the couch, not even feeling the rage from before. Flabbergasted by his goodie girlfriend, Matt can’t even think straight as he watches her play fight her “older” brother.

“You kissed Will Smith?” Matt teased as Jack stood up, walking over to his two siblings play fighting, “You did WHAT with WHO?”

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“So what I have learned from this story is that good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught?” Trevor clarifies as El nods, leaning into Matt’s hold. The newly engaged couple was explaining the story of how all of the brothers found out Matt was dating her, in the classic Hughes fashion — told around the fire at the lakehouse. It had been two years since the rivalry meeting (how Jack labeled it) and a few months since Matt asked El to marry him. “Yep. Never count out the good girls,” Matt says as Jack brings him another beer.

“I now realize that even though my sister isn’t the good girl, she brought home a good guy.” Jack tells the group as he daps up Matt.

“Who would have thought that the man who prays on the rangers downfall is now going to be in-laws with one?” Luke jokes as the group laughs.

“Probably the craziest thing about the relationship honestly,” She tells the group as Luke laughed loudly.

“What now brother?” She asks as Luke stops laughing.

“The craziest thing about this relationship was how calm Q was. I thought I’d be the calmest since I knew before hand!” He says as the brothers freeze.

“What? You knew?” Jack says as Luke shrugs. “I knew she was seeing someone, then Quinn confirmed it,” El whips her head around to see Quinn nosedived into his beer. He looks up to see everyone staring at him.

“Mancini got traded and said that Matt’s girlfriend looked like sis and I just knew. Then at the game when I saw you two it confirmed it and I texted Luke. No biggie,” Quinn states as everyone agrees that it’s fair.

“WHY AM I ALWAYS THE LAST TO KNOW!” Jack huffs, giving a noogie to Luke as he sits back down.

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[callahanisms]

lesbian housewife jackie

because she deserves to be taken care of (lesbian! jackie x sapphic/lesbian reader)

borders by @cafekitsune

accompanying bot

♡ it just happened. you guys got your degrees. you both decided to work for a little bit, find a place to live, build your space together. you left the decorating up to jackie. she had developed a good taste with color schemes and liked to display your trinkets on the shelves that contrasted your walls.

♡ you worked for a few years, went back to school to get a graduate degree. and jackie needed a break from work. it was exhausting and she had just been let go.

♡ you promised to take care of her while she took her break. and with all this time on her hands, jackie started to pick up new hobbies. do things that made her happy.

♡ jackie quickly learned that she liked staying home. she liked crocheting a blanket for your kitten and taking the dog out on walks and making a really good meal while treating herself to a glass of wine. life was bliss.

♡ and you would come home, tired. but to your smiling wife. all baggage from the work day faded away as she wraps her arms around your shoulders and kisses you sweetly. she tastes like strawberries and smells like sugar.

♡ "how was work?" she'd ask in her sweet voice. and you'd answer with whatever happened. maybe you'd complain about your incompetent coworker. maybe you'd tell her about that thing that went so well. she'd listen to all of it, interjecting and giving you advice. good advice.

♡ then you'd eat. on tuesdays, it's always jackie's cooking. fridays is always your date night and you treat your gorgeous wife to the hottest restaurant she wants to go to. "doesn't this look interesting (y/n)?" she'd ask. and while she's in the bathroom you make a reservation so you can surprise her that friday.

♡ the other days are fair game. sometimes leftovers. sometimes you bring takeout from her favorite chinese restaurant. and sometimes you'll wake up before she does to make a crock pot recipe so she doesn't have to cook. she can sit back and do her hobbies.

♡ life is good. life is very good. you guys have enough of a routine to feel stable and enough spontaneity that it doesn't get boring. you loved surprising her with a trip to france because she mentioned how she wanted to do a wine tour.

♡ jackie's got her life outside of the home. she likes to go on runs with your neighbors, walk the dog with them, bake, host book club. they just finished reading she came to stay. you trust her with your card. plus she also has plenty of money saved up in her own account from when she worked herself to the bone.

♡ maybe you guys have kids. she gets involved with the pta. and everyone loves her baked goods when she's at the bake sale. her meticulously designed cookies are the star. and her fingers hurt from squeezing the piping bag.

♡ you rub oil into her fingers, massaging her hands, worn down. and when you're done with her hands, you have jackie lay down to massage her back. it's never good to be hunching over the kitchen island icing cookies. "your hands are magical." she moans out.

♡ the worst part is when you're gone. a business trip. a conference. either way, you had to leave. yes, you guys are intimate. of course you are. how can you not be when you both have the hots for each other and are heads over heels in love with one another?

♡ and poor jackie is left feeling needy. she misses your massages. she misses the way your hand would cup her thigh, your lips on her neck and suckling at her sweet spots. how your fingers would work her towards a blissful climax. silicone toys are fine and all. but nothing compares to having you.

♡ you know this. jackie can be a little needy, a little clingy. it's cute when she whines while in bed, trying to pull you back as you tell her you need to leave for your flight or get to work.

♡ so you come back early. you know her schedule. you come home when she's gone, set up flowers and candles and cook her a nice steak dinner with a nice glass of wine. and she comes home to you.

♡ and after your plates are cleaned and the dishes are organized in the dishwasher and the pets and kid(s) taken care of, you spread her out on the silks of your shared bed and she grips onto you as if you will disappear.

[wooahaes]

coming home again

pairing: non-idol!dino x fem!reader, ft. non-idol!coworkers!performance unit

genre: fluff! established relationship au.

warnings: food mentions (candies n snacks). a lil prank on chan from his coworkers.

word count: 1.4k~

daisy's notes: had chan not woken up n realized what was going on, they would have kept going btw.

There was a video awaiting you from Jun when you woke up this morning, followed by a “happy birthday!” and several little birthday-themed emojis. When you tapped it to play it, you were immediately greeted with what looked like a hotel hallway and the soft sound of Soonyoung giggling in the background. 

Ah. This was from this morning. You found yourself smiling already, curling into your blankets. Chan told you that his flight would be leaving this morning. About an hour ago, now that you were checking the time: which meant he’d be home soon enough. 

Jun lightly knocked on another door, only for it to immediately open to Minghao, who pressed a finger against his lips. Both Jun and Soonyoung followed him into the hotel room, revealing where Chan was still fast asleep. The sun had already risen in the sky, stretching through the sliver of curtain that was open to rest a long slant against the foot of Chan’s bed. Even asleep, you always thought he was pretty—messy hair and drool and all. He was your mess to love, after all. There was a little plush otter hugged against him, one half of the pair that you bought him back when you first started dating. Yours was next to you now, and you silently pulled it into your arms as you kept watching.

“Chan?” Soonyoung had quietly slipped past Jun, reaching forward to shake his arm. “Our flight’s been delayed.”

Immediately, Chan shot up, suddenly all too awake. “What? No.” He rubbed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. He stifled a yawn, looking up at Soonyoung. “I’ll call—” He paused to yawn again, already moving out of bed to grab an undershirt, “I’ll call the airline…”

“There’s no planes,” Jun said. “We tried.”

“What?” He squinted at Jun. Clearly, he hadn’t woken up fully, completely unaware that Jun was recording all of this. “It’s okay.” He slipped the undershirt over his head, stepping into the bathroom. Chan recoiled as he flipped the light on, quietly groaning. “I’ll call.”

“Channie, there’s no planes anymore,” Soonyoung nudged past the camera again to stand on the opposite side of the door. “They got rid of them.”

A moment later, Chan raised his head, brows furrowed. “What?”

“They got rid of all the planes,” Soonyoung reached out, ruffling Chan’s hair. “You’ll have to swim home—”

All at once, it hit him that they were teasing him again. He shoved at Soonyoung’s hand, turning back to the mirror with a pout. “You’re terrible.” Then he paused, looking at Soonyoung again. “... Our flight—”

“It’s still on time,” Minghao spoke up. “Say hi to her, by the way.” 

Chan looked at Minghao for a moment, only to then notice that Jun was still holding up his phone. You saw the perplexed reaction on his face melt into realization, and he groaned again. “Don’t send this to her—”

“Too late,” Soonyoung pulled Chan into his arms, “it’s our birthday present to her.”

“More like a present for yourselves,” Chan grumbled, but he looked at the camera. “Don’t make fun of me,” he said to the others, and then it felt like he was looking at you with the way he softened a little. “Hi, honey. I’ll be home soon.” Then he paused, face flushed as he realized the company he had. “I’ll say it when I see you, okay? I love you!”

The video cut off at the sounds of all three men starting to tease your boyfriend, but you just smiled to yourself. You saved the video, going back to your messages to thank Jun for both the video and the birthday wishes, before finally crawling out of bed. A few other messages awaited you—one from Seungkwan a little after midnight, wishing you a happy birthday before anyone else could, another from Vernon asking if the four of you would still be getting dinner tonight… and then several from Chan. A selca from when he and his three coworkers were settled and waiting for their flight, followed by a message saying everything had been going well so far.

Another picture of the four of them squeezed together in front of a mirror, Chan smiling confidently at you. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Tucking your phone into your sweatpants pocket, you made your way into the rest of the apartment, smile falling once you realized how much you needed to clean up. Right… Things always seemed to fall into disarray when one of you was gone. Last time you went on a trip with a few friends, Chan had apologized to you when you came back to a slight mess in the form of beer cans and takeout from when he drank with his friends the night before. It wasn’t a big deal, to be honest: your flight had been earlier than expected and he’d always meant to clean up before you came home. So you put yourself to work for a bit, stealing Chan’s headphones so that you could listen to music as you worked. It wasn’t the ideal way to start your birthday, but it’d pass the time. 

Today had been planned out in advance: you’d welcome Chan home, spend a little time with him before he went to unpack and catch up on sleep (work conferences always drained him), and then you’d head out for a birthday lunch with your friends. With the apartment tidied up, you glanced at your phone to see if there were any updates from Chan. When you found none, you turned to getting ready for the day. A hot shower, followed by a little pampering before you dried your hair and started to get dressed…

Only for the doorbell to eventually chime while you were putting in a pair of earrings—a set that matched a pair of Chan’s, actually. They’d been a present to you when he discovered how much you loved matching him. No doubt you’d come back home hours from now to find Chan matching your outfit, too. Cheesy as it may be, he liked looking like he belonged right beside your side, a matching pair. You made your way out of your bedroom and into the living room, where Chan was shutting the door behind him.

When he turned back to face you, he smiled like he’d just seen a ray of sunshine after a year of storms. Chan dropped a paper bag by his feet, and then opened his arms for you to come hug him. “Happy birthday. I missed you.”

“You’re dry.”

He blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

You giggled, making your way over to him. “You didn’t swim home? I thought all the planes were gone.”

With a snort, he closed the distance between the two of you, squeezing the life out of you as he hugged you tight. “I would have if I had to!” He swayed a little with you, “You’re all so mean—even on your birthday, you bully me—”

You just wrapped your arms around him, kissing the side of his neck. “I missed you, too, you goof.”

He drew back, immediately turning to the paper bag beside him. “There’s more in my bag,” he said, “but… I bought you some things.”

Accepting the bag from him, you gave him a quick peck on the lips and thanked him before making your way over to the couch. The tissue paper crinkled as you rifled through it, only to find an assortment of Japanese candy at the bottom of it. Different flavors of Pocky and Kit-Kats, hard candies of varying brands, gummies… Chan settled into the spot next to you, watching the way your eyes lit up. 

“I also bought a few things for the apartment,” he said. “And a new friend for our kids…”

In other words, a new plushie that’ll likely sit with the otters. You called them your “children” once and Chan never let it go, happy to have something he could lovingly tease you over. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his side as he rested his head against your own.

“I really did, by the way.” He paused. “Miss you. We should take a trip there sometime,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Just the two of us.”

With a hum, you snuggled against him. “I’d like that,” you said, shutting your eyes for a moment as you savored this little moment with your love. 

Chan kissed the corner of your lips one last time. “Happy birthday,” he murmured. “I’m glad you were born.”

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[cambion-companion]

BG3 Companions on a Halloween Date

YES I was itching to do something for the BG3 gang for the season. You could say it's been bugging me. Hah. Ok sorry it's the influence of my pfp.

Let's start with

You want a cozy night in under the covers, watching scary movies (or puppet shows or whatever the heck is the equivalent in Faerun) but he's not sold on the idea. "I've seen enough horror to last me several lifetimes, darling."

Instead Astarion would take you out in the crisp Autumn air, under the distant sun, for a walk crunching through the dried leaves of brown and red.

He'd want to go to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect gourd for a Jack-o-Lantern.

When the sun set so very early in the afternoon, you'd retire back to your cozy abode and set to carving faces into your pumpkins.

Astarion of course would make short work of his, dexterous as ever with those knives, and he would do his best to shape the face into what he hopes he looks like.

Either that or, depending on where you're at in his character arc, he'd remake Cazador BEFORE gutting it and making a whole show of utterly eviscerating the poor Halloween decoration. "Astarion, this is supposed to be relaxing." "This IS my ideal downtime."

You want someone who will snuggle under the covers and watch Hocus Pocus with you? Wyll is your man. But sorry I'm trying to keep to a less modern AU.

Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would put on some fitting music as you two cooked together, dancing in the kitchen intermittently and almost forgetting to check on the cookies before they burned.

He's such a sweetheart, checking to make sure you're happy with just spending an evening indoors with him. "We can go out on the town if you desire, sweetheart." "No, Wyll, I've told you this is absolutely perfect."

Depending on the choices you've made with him thus far, Mizora might pop in to dip her finger in the batter and bamf out again, giving ya'll a cheeky wink. "Ta ta, love imps. You make me physically ill."

Sigh, you're back for more bones hm?

Alright I'll entertain you.

You ask Withers to dance to Spooky Scary Skeletons. He looks at you, unimpressed. "Get thee hence." "Wilt thou harass someone else?"

Ideally I would propose and she'd say "yes". Oh what? Sorry, I was miles away.

For a Halloween date. Hm. A corn maze. Definitely.

She'd be all about her tutelage under Shar's freaks followers and want to show off her sneaking skills.

It would turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek and then it'd get a little creepy before she'd inevitably pounce on you and you'd end of in a fit of laughter together.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" "Well, Shaddy, sometimes I wonder." "Good to keep you on your toes, then." "Careful, I saw a pond on the way in."

Then you two would go and get some candied apples and chat about memories and flowers that bloom in the gloaming.

Oh Gale.

He'd love to read to you out of a classic gothic novel (cough cough Dracula cough cough) while you two cozy up under some blankets.

He'd probably get fresh with you and run a hand up your leg or something, OH SORRY this is post the patch that fixed that? OK. He'd wait an extra hour.

Tara would curl up next to you and listen as he read from the book, the firelight crackling and warming your bodies as the night grows dark outside.

Afterward he would ask if you'd like to be guided into the Astral plane where you can look down on the All Hallow's Eve festivities below.

yeah, gotta give Tiefling daddy some love. Especially since I still feel bad for massacring them all my last playthru.

Zevlor is another who has seen his fair share of horror, and he would opt to do something more lighthearted with you for a Halloween date.

He seems like a family kind of man, so I expect he would invite the whole gang over for a delicious dinner. Mol and her friends, Arabella and her parents. Rolan and Zorru and maybe even Auntie Ethel will sneak in there. Then it really WOULD be a Halloween experience.

After the dinner and the guests are snoozing or already left he'd wrap an arm around you and pull you close. "Would you accompany me outside? I would like to show you the stars and tell their tales. It's been so long since I've gotten to properly admire them. Or you."

Of course I have to include the daddy devil, who do you think I am?

Raphael would take you to a haunted house, of course. OF COURSE.

Hell, what better house that is haunted than the House of Hope?

It would be horrifying for you, since the no touching rules don't apply there, and most amusing for him.

You'd practically climb the cambion in your efforts to avoid the ghosties, especially that one who constantly says "huuuurt meeee, pleeeaaase."

Raphael would enjoy watching you squirm, and remind you such a fate would not be yours only IF you followed his rules.

Oh yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, or perhaps very unlucky, he'll invite you to his Boudoir.

Oak Father frowns on dissecting pumpkins for the sake of creating superfluous lanterns (or something...I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend, ok)

Instead, Halsin would druid craft you vines and harvest fruits in whatever shapes, sizes, and colors you desired.

He'd also want to go trick or treating so BADLY. "But Halsin, you're eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No one is going to mistake you for a kid." Then he'd cast Disguise Self and you'd be forced to take him out on the town in hunt of candy.

Poor guy didn't have much of a childhood and wants to experience the finer things in life. Get those king sized candy bars...just once.

You are a bit huffy, having expected a more...romantic evening than this. But he'll make it up to you later winkwonk , till you can bearly stand it.

Aw

You guys would get all CUTE and gussied up together.

Go out on the town.

Pick the best looking victim to be a sacrifice to Lolth.

Wait...what?

[eulaliasims]

Veridia: family portraits (2.0)

Some things have changed in Veridia since our introductory posts, some haven't, here's some new family portraits.

Norweni and Diseta basically speed-ran a relationship after a teensy weensy spirit-related mishap, and have moved into their own hall with their three children, Sun, Senovara, and Cinaéd, as well as their live-in nanny Enna (and Faun the dog and Lu the cat, of course).

Norweni has settled into family life quite nicely and continues to work to keep the village safe and prosperous. Diseta is contemplating whether any of their children will want to follow in her footsteps and take up blacksmithing.

Fial and Dinn did have a second child, Faro, though that seems to be the final baby the spirits will bless them with. They're also grandparents now! Their older son, Kinet, is now an adult and had Sabren with his fiancee, Aífe. The farm is doing quite well, because this is my chill household that I get to play when all the drama is done elsewhere.

Eisu and Xiang finally got rid of Elmet Eisu and Xiang have expanded their family, welcoming Jia (who is turning out to be a very active child and seems to be looking to follow in her father's footsteps and study the blade) and baby Xiuying.

Drustan has become a young man and is not quite sure yet what he wants out of life (maybe he should talk with Uncle Elmet about that), but has solid relationships with his friends and family to lean on. He also had a brief relationship (?) with Gytha Salter.

Mouse the cat, while not pictured, continues to be better than all of us.

Wulfric Salter has expanded his business and is looking to do even more now that his son is working with him. After a brief flirtation with Helenet, he met and married townie Brigid, and they recently welcomed baby Gwendolen. Brigid is, uhhhh… Brigid just got fined for fighting by Headwoman Norweni. That's Brigid.

Gytha is counting down the days until she can move out and start her apprenticeship, away from Brigid and her useless father. Glamaer is more content at home and has been thinking about marrying his sweetheart, Enna, when they come of age. (Whether they'll stay in the main Salter household or start their own when that happens is another question.)

Between hungry sheep and drought, Shep could not catch a damn break with that wheat, but she is NOT giving up on her homebrewing dreams. In the meantime, she tended her beehives, started dating townie Derelei (who has been subtly pushing her for more commitment, which Shep has absolutely not noticed at all), and began making and selling pottery. She has lots of big plans for the coming year and, at Norweni's suggestion, has recruited Gytha Salter to become her apprentice of sorts.

Helenet's work as midwife and herbalist is going well, she's tapped into her magic a little bit, and she's found love with both Elmet, whom she married, and Arturo. Elmet is much happier and has come to accept his lycanthropy; he's found that he is happiest when taking care of his friends and family. maybe next Helenet and Arturo can convince him to either shave or grow a real beard.

Angus has grown into his magical powers and is busy studying both magic and herbalism. He's also currently going steady with his childhood best friend, Gytha.

Arturo is still not a fairy. He is cursed in a different, much cooler and healthier way than he was before, and may or may not currently be pursued by some vengeful magical force.

[esrayounes]

[alexanderwales]

Pitchposting: The Yearbook

I just finished the expanded section of The Roottrees are Dead, and it reminded me of an idea that I've had kicking around forever. This will not spoil either of those games, but it'll spoil some of what it feels like to play those games.

In Obra Dinn you're an insurance agent attempting to figure out what happened on the titular ship, filling in a logbook with names and fates based on what you see in the past. It's a lot of fun, I highly recommend it.

In The Roottrees are Dead, you're an inspector or a genealogist or something, filling in the Roottree family tree, using your 1990s internet connection to comb through periodicals and books from the library and half-finished websites. It's a lot of fun, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, the idea came after I'd first played Obra Dinn, and thought to myself "wow, they should make like a million more of these" and then started thinking about what the low-hanging fruit was.

Here, you're trying to fill out a yearbook.

There are a bunch of names and pictures, and yes, there's a full grid, but there are also pages with the various clubs, and other pictures of life at school, and it's your job to complete basically full dossiers on at least the most interesting of the kids, with some of the less interesting ones reduced to "easy" puzzles.

And the mechanism of doing this? Teenaged text messages, poorly composed cell phone shots, a handful of websites, all the digital ephemera. This absolutely works best in the early 2000s, when our social media was fractured and you would naturally get a lot of variety, but the idea is to have a lot of variety and texture to what the player gets to sift through, whether it's AOL Instant Messenger, the robotics team's amateurish website, or a bunch of text messages.

Who are these people, how do they relate to each other? All the answers are out there for you to find and record, and you get to know these people in the process of unraveling everything.

One of the things to consider, in this sort of detective game, is how you open up new information to the player, because at least some of the information is going to be just sitting there, waiting to be entering, with the journey to get to the data source the thing that was most interesting about it.

And I think in this case, maybe the thing that you're slowly gaining access to is phones.

Early 2000s is a transitional era, so maybe you have iPhone equivalents living alongside Blackberry equivalents and Nokia bricks and flip phones and all those sorts of things, and you gain access to them one by one, for those who have one, or maybe their computers. I'm a little on the fence about the best way to do this, but having a picture of a phone/computer would at least be funny way to do it, so you're combing through pictures not just for the people and information contained in them, but for someone whose phone you've never seen before, since that will magically/technologically allow you to read all their messages.

And if you're looking through someone's phone, there are mysteries to solve there, cryptic conversations to unravel. There are aliases. You get a conversation that you know must be important, but the name is saved as just "T-Dog", and that could be anyone! And you have to wander through solving all these little issues, trying to decrypt the local dialect of emoji use, figuring out the timeline for when this guy was dating three girls to see whether he cheated or not. You can realize that someone was being catfished!

The thing that I like most about these games is that you have such great opportunities for organic storytelling, having a guy who you get to know from having seen him in a few places, forming a picture of people from the scraps you can see. And here, there's a high school's worth of personalities to unfold, to get your stereotypes corrected, to have thundering revelation after revelation, and all the ambiguity that crops up where the digital realm doesn't allow you to see the full truth.

I'm picturing 50 or so students, a graduating class that's small, maybe a tiny college town in the Midwest where there's a mix of the students of professors and farmers and lots of variety in terms of class, a place with homecoming and prom and sports teams and all that kind of thing. And somewhere in the early 2000s seems good in terms of what it brings to the table. Am I exactly describing my own small Midwestern hometown and the time period when I was going to high school? I mean, yeah. But I do think that's the best for gameplay purposes.

This is one of those things that I really would like to just throw a few years of my life at making. It calls to me. But while I have the programming skills necessary to figure out that end of things, and I'm a good writer, it would also call for a lot of art and UI design that would be extremely unfun and detail-oriented in a way that does not suit me. Why must we have finite lifespans?

(I think the very first time I noodled this idea, it was with supernatural elements, a single giant party that you would spend your time unpacking, one with cultists and sadists and things from the deep, all kinds of calamities killing these teenagers off, with the player being a supernatural inspector coming in after the fact. And this would ape Obra Dinn more closely, but calls to me a bit less.)

[asheepinfrance]

ok well i meant what i said when i said probably less than 24 hours. im nothing if not honest and/or obsessive. you be the judge. like i said it's a patfic. i love him and he did nothing wrong ever in his whole life. this doesn't fall anywhere specific in the timeline but it's post tashi and art fallout, and he's already living in his car at this point. as always, i hope you enjoy and tips and critiques are appreciated <3

Patrick had hit rock bottom, and the universe handed him a shovel and told him to keep digging. If he wasn’t engrained with the fear of being a boy with emotions since he get yelled at for crying at the age of 3, he would’ve broken down. At one point, he’d had a best friend to get drunk and forget with, a girlfriend to kiss till she’d swallowed all the words that his heart was begging him to say out loud. Patrick had a credit card that could regularly buy him more than a kid’s meal for an adult-sized money. Patrick had a bed with sheets and a mattress and space to spread out his limbs. He had clothes that were deceptively expensive and fit him like gloves. He had a career in the palm of his hands, awards to his name, and the naive belief that believing in yourself got you anywhere. 

He remembers the first night sleeping in his car like it was yesterday. It was after a loss that really shouldn’t have been a loss, but then again, none of them should be. Something about that blinding hope he’d felt getting ripped away like an unmedicated pulled tooth had him slumped over and reeling for hours. He had made about as little money as a pro-tennis player could, and still lived with the habits of a man with a rich father’s allowance. So, when he couldn’t pay for a hotel room, and had to unpack a sweater from his duffel bag to throw over himself in the backseat, he’d let himself cry. He decided for that one night that having emotions was less scary than having nothing and no one to watch him feel them. Having emotions meant sincerity, which Patrick made a point to hate. Sincerity made your girlfriend leave you, it made your best friend hate you, it made your hope for any semblance of success wear as thin as your temper, it makes you curl into your too-small car to sleep. When he fell asleep that night, he’d made it his mission to never be sincere again. 

Patrick had forgotten what it felt like to care about a person’s needs outside of his own after a long time. He was used to negotiations with angry store managers about using their parking lot as a makeshift camp, Tinder dates with girls he never felt much more than mild annoyance and milder lust for. He had found his routine to find a home without paying for one: physically taxing, emotionless sex. It got to be a routine, and he wasn’t sure that he really felt it anymore. He did feel the cotton of a pillow beneath his head and a full-fledged blanket surrounding his body, though, and that made it worth the numbing he was doing to his brain. The good news was he never got attached without having anything to give, and leaving these peaceful, sleeping faces behind in the morning was the easiest part of his day.

He’d expected this one to be easy, too, until he actually saw you. Because, admittedly, he no longer looked at the profiles he was swiping on. But he was determined to make you blind to the fact he was awful, if just to get an extra hour in with you. You waved at him from where he had apparently stood unmoving, a giggle he couldn’t hear over the clatter of silverware leaving your lips, and he knew what he needed to know. You’re the type to let him stay for breakfast should he want to, and who would he be to pass up a good meal? The conversation is, shockingly, quite easy, with his mild investment in the discussion of your corporate job, and he says something that wasn’t even meant to be funny that lets him hear that laugh from before. It sounds like remembering how his heart used to beat for more people than just the body it belonged to. He spends the rest of dinner attempting to hear it again. 

Sure, he finds himself at your place that night, but he isn’t performing some strange, ritualistic exchange of your pleasure for his comfort. He finds himself pleasantly surprised with the fact that his nerve endings can still fire the way they used to, and his ears pick up your breathy whispers of his name just as well as they do your soulful laughter. His favorite part was afterwards, though, where he just got to look at you. Map out this force of a woman he found himself next to. He thinks he felt like this once, 19 and something to lose. Now, he’s pushing 30 with everything to gain. He finds himself at your place again the next day, and again, and again. 

He supposes you’re dating when six months later, at your little birthday night out with friends, you introduce him as your boyfriend. He didn’t find himself upset by the new term, nor the grins on the unknown feminine faces before him that claim that ‘she’s told us so much about you’. He’s shocked to see he can pick some of them out based on your previously made descriptions, because, for you, he cared enough to remember things. You lean onto his arm the whole night, and he looks down at you and finds that just the sight of the top of your head makes his heart ache. You dance to some song he’s never heard without a care, hips swaying, hands through hair, and he could happily go blind now that he’s gotten the privilege to see you at your most purely joyful. He's seen everything he needs to see.

He’s stopped asking permission to stay at yours, he’s essentially moved in without putting a name to it. He lets himself be sincere, for once, and admit to both you and himself that he loves you when he’s laying you down on your couch, kissing up the length of your body from ankle to forehead. You say it back as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. As if you hadn’t hung photos of date nights on your walls, as if you hadn’t seen him cry after a loss and held him, despite his protests, as he did so, as if you hadn’t seen the expanse of hurt he held and cradled it in your hands like a wounded bird. You hoped someday it’d use its wings to fly off. 

In times that seem much further back than they really are, he’d seal the deal, because that’s all he knew how to do. He’d finish things as quickly as they’d started and find his solace in sleep. Now, he just wants to feel you breathing when he places a hand on your chest. He wants to find a way to seep under your skin and become one person. He wants to figure out a way to sync his heartbeats to yours. He finds himself somewhere that held so much more warmth than the black-stained suede of his backseat. He finds himself having climbed back to where he once had been as a younger man, scars healed, ready to look anywhere but down.

[meiiie]

dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 1)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: uhh this is just a silly little imagine.. no one is probably going to see this post anyway but i’m new to this so this isn’t really the best thing i wrote, i hope u still enjoy reading this LOL i’ve also added my OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this, um slight nsfw mention near the end but no actual action, thats it i think! yeah that’s it, happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 2

word count: 1.5k

It was a normal day, going to school, attending your classes, eating lunch, procrastinating your school works, submitting homework… attending more classes… rinse and repeat. But today was not what you expected, like.. at all.

ring ring… ring ring… you pick up your ringing phone while walking down the street, on your way to the convenience store.

“hello.?” your voice turns out more tired and groggier than you expected “hey when are you getting home sweetie? the food is getting cold and its already almost 6:30 pm, where are you?” your mom says with a worried voice, you could already imagine her face by just hearing her voice

this week has probably been one of the most stressful weeks of your entire life, class has been giving more school works, more due dates, you probably see your life flashing before your eyes right now “um yeah i’m on the way home already, don’t worry mom!” you say attempting to make your voice sound enthusiastic “well you better not be hanging out with that pretty boy.. actually maybe you should invite him for dinne-”

“mom— i—“ you cut her off but then you sigh giving up to even explain. “…he’s just a friend i swear..”

this supposedly ‘pretty boy’ your mom is referring to is Dave Lizewski, this guy in your class who you were paired up to work on a major project so he’s been at your house a few times already. surprisingly you get along with him really well? you’ve even become a part of his friend group including your best friend Melilah. She always points out the fact he always stares at you whenever you all hang out in Atomic Comics and during classes, but you’ve never really thought about him that way, or maybe you were considering it?

while walking down the road the street lights flicker a bit and you see someone trying to hanging onto the ledge of a billboard of some sort. you hear the figure shout at the cat sitting, waiting for him to fall “FUCK YOU MR BITEY!” his voice echoes, but wait.. why does his voice sound so familiar…? “okay okay okay, but call me and update me on where you are okay? be here quick, i love you!” your mom says- *THUD* you quickly look at the direction where the person, you assume, fell “UH yeah i’ll call you! i love you mom, BYE!” you say hastily, almost whispering.

beeeep.. beeeep.. you hang up the phone call, quickly putting your phone back in your messenger bag and hide behind a car. you spot a green figure, uh, “what in the world is that…” you think to yourself. the figure is wearing a weird.. cosplay suit.. it’s almost as if he looks like a green condo-

your thoughts are interrupted as he storms off looking frustrated, most probably because of the cat he couldn’t save.. he walks hurriedly into the dark alley. for some what reason you felt a little curious, just a little bit. so you go and follow the ‘super hero’, “this is so stupid.. someone remind me why I’m doing this to myself?” you whisper to yourself as you hide behind a pole, (you think this helps you stay hidden but you should’ve seen dave’s face when he saw you) trying to get a peek at the stranger. he takes off his mask angrily, you watch his curls fall into place, there are some scratches on his face from the fall, “damn why does he look so fine” you say in your thoughts and then you realize.

those are the blue eyes you see everyday in school, THAT’S DAVE LIZEWSKI. you silently gasp covering your face. his eyes dart at your direction, he shudders at the sound of your noise then next thing you know you start running away like a cockroach flew at your direction “WAIT!” he shouts, good thing you ran quick enough so he probably didn’t see your face, key word: probably.. actually there was no reason to be running from him at all- but you just felt like it..? considering you’re still in your denial stage about your feelings for him, who wouldn’t? you open the door to your house and get in as fast as you could just in case he followed you. the tv is bright and the news displays the text in bold ‘SUPERHERO KICKASS SAVES THE DAY’ you stare at the tv in shock because that’s… how… he’s Dave..?

your mom pops out of the kitchen “hey your back home! i thought you were going to call me to update me where you were..- oh yeah that superhero… what’s his name? Kickass? apparently he stopped a bunch of guys yesterday who were trying to beat up another guy that was in front of a convenience store and a bunch of people saw it then recorded blah blah blah you get it” you just stare at the tv in shock. “hello…? earth to y/n?”

it’s been almost 2 days, you’ve been avoiding Dave, trying not to make eye contact with him, passing by him in the halls, not even acknowledging his presence, even avoiding the hangouts to Atomic Comics, despite the fact you still have to do a major project with him. you open your locker getting books out of your locker, “hey have you heard about those two new superheros? Kickass? and Red Mist?” Melilah questions and your eyes widen at the question, only being reminded of Dave “yeah- well- i think its kinda dangerous doing that you know? being a um.. a superhero? why are people even so into them nowadays?” you say hesitatingly “ugh you are such a buzz kill, anyways Todd and Marty invited us to hangout… in Atomic Comics…” she looks like she’s about to ask a question, but she hesitates “go on.. continue” you gesture her to reply “why are you like.. i don’t know avoiding Dave? we’ve all kind of noticed that you know and the tension is killing all of us..”

you close the locker door and bring her to an empty classroom, you say “okay i know this sounds a bit crazy but DAVE IS KICKASS.” she “pffts” at your statement then turns to look at your face again, “oh.. your being serious” she says “YES I’M BEING SERIOUS?? i was on my way to the convenience store right and Kickass or Dave- i don’t know anymore was trying to save this cat then falls from this thing- anyways he walked in the alleyway so i was like ok i’ll just follow him! what could possibly happen!? then he took off his MASK SO THEN I RAN AWAY AND HE WAS LIKE ‘wait!🤪’ BUT I KEPT ON-” Melilah tries to comprehend everything, slowly nodding… slowly.. she whispers loudly “OKAY KEEP IT DOWN SOMEONE MIGHT HEAR YOU, okay so are you SURE this was Dave?” still whispering

“a HUNDRED percent.” you say trying to defend that you weren’t just seeing things

she sighs “well what are we going to do? I already told them we were going to be there..”

“you said WHAT?”

“okay okay chill they didn’t say Dave was coming, they obviously noticed how awkward it was with you guys so why would they invite him right haha.. haha…..” she laughs nervously

after both of you gather your thoughts you find yourself already settling down in a booth, in Atomic Comics, contemplating your life decisions. fidgeting nervously already imagining what’s going to happen. hoping not to see him. Melilah comes back after gathering a bunch of comic books to read while waiting for them to arrive. “hey stop fidgeting your going to be fine, plus he doesn’t know you know. right…?” you both just stare at each other. you both start praying in unison—“lord give us the strength to-“

“give you guys the strength for what?” Todd interrupts, you look behind him frantically to check whether Dave was there or not. to your surprise, he wasn’t. does he know? did he see my face when i ran? what if he doesn’t like me anymore? wait. why did that even matter? Todd and Marty took a seat beside Melilah leaving you alone sitting at the other side of the booth, obviously planning something.. “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks, you kick her leg from under the table making a face screaming WHYAREYOUBRINGINGHIMUP. in fairness the both of you didn’t know whether Todd and Marty knew about it too, you shoot a glance at her giving a ohhhhiunderstandnow look to what she’s doing (spoiler alert: you've got the wrong idea, she was in fact not helping you) “i think he’s fine i guess, to be honest Red Mist is way cooler though because of his cape and all..” Marty says with Todd nodding his head to show that he agrees

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere observing the conversation from behind your booth, making you jolt “y/n that just came out of nowhere what in the world.” Melilah says right after staring at you for a few seconds while Dave is making eye contact with you, smirking like he knows something. the conversation falls quiet.. real quiet… “okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts, i wonder what happens next?

a/n: and the rest is history, I hope this was good enough lolol hope you enjoyed reading! (pt. 2 coming soon)

[euphoricbi]

your daddy wants to kill me || nanamin's daughter!reader // alternative reader—

a/n — mmmhhhmmmm, this isn't me projecting at all guys wdym . also drabble, so unprofessional and unpleasant fic writing lol.

✺ ˚ ◌ Summ a ry.

Your dad, Nanami, walks in on you about to fuck your boyfriend Ino.

ino looks at your face as you both sit by the window, the room dark— only lit up by your purple LED lights as you both stare at each other in the dark. you hold ino's hat in your hands, your messily black painted nails running over the fabric. ino glances at your wall, smiling when he sees printed out photos of you two stuck everywhere.

he looks back at you— the silence isn't awkward, it's comforting. you reach out for his hand, making a pouting face as you pull on it— wanting him on your bed. he stands up, going to sit beside you—you set his hat beside you as he sits, you climb ontop of him running your fingers through his brown hair as he places his hands on your thighs.

you two have been dating for months, your father never really questioning it until he saw you both sloppily making out after a date— that's when he questioned it. ino squishes your right thigh, causing you to giggle before placing a small kiss on his lips.

he whispers a small 'mmh, soft' before going in for another kiss, although different from the last one. you moan into the kiss, his tongue messily wrestling with yours as his hand slowly slides to your ass, kneading the flesh. you both pulled away breathing heavily before you asked, "d'you think my dad's gonna be home soon?" .

he knows what that means, you know what that means. that silly question had to be asked since your dad refused to let his little girl move out, he had to keep you for at least another ten or more years, he'd always say.

"nah, he went to work anyway, yeah?" ino said, eyes darting down to your lips then back up to your eyes as he licked his lower lip. you nodded stupidly.

ino stuck out his tongue, grinning as he did so— to which you stuck out your tongue as well, licking at his. he smacked your ass for a bit of encouragement before grinding his clothed cock against you, his black sweatpants in the way. ino groans as he feels your spit slowly run down his chin, his hands now freely grabbing your ass to guide your hips.

"mmhh, lay me down, ino." you whisper, which causes ino to nod, carefully setting you on your sheets. your head nestled comfortably on your pillows as ino sat on his knees in front of you, hands sliding beneath his black shirt— lifting it over his head. he tilts his head to the side, face flushed with a smug smile on his face— "like what you see?" .

you stifle a giggle, hands going to run over your boyfriend's body before you sit up, arms wrapping around his neck— " 'course i do."

he kisses you again, this time laying you down whilst on top of you. you messily try to slide his sweatpants down— interrupted by ino sliding his hand up your hoodie and grabbing at your left breast, sliding his ring and middle finger over your nipple.

"Hey, what do you want for dinn—"

you both froze, heads darting to the door— ino falls, his hands grabbing his shirt then covering his cock, "Fuck, shit— i mean, fuck. fuck— heyyy, sirr—"

"Oh my god, dad— ever heard of knocking?!" you scream, hands going to cover your body, even though none of your clothes were off. ino sat on the floor, his whole body a pink hue as he stared at the ground, hands and shirt covering his— now ruined— boner.

"I wasn't aware your boyfriend was here—."

you groan, had flying to cover your face, "Dad, please get out—".

Nanami glares at ino, eyes darkening as he frowned, jaw clenched, "Get him out by dinner." and with that he left, being sure to shut your door a little harder then usual as well.

ino gulps, looking up at you, "does this mean we can't have sex at your house anymore?".

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A former girlfriend of second gentleman Doug Emhoff said she was left “embarrassed and humiliated” when he allegedly slapped her following an amfAR gala dinner event at the 2012 Cannes Film Festival in the South of France, claiming that he has maintained a “completely fabricated persona” in the public limelight.

The woman, a New York attorney identified only as “Jane,” told the Daily Mail she was talking to a valet to try to persuade him to give her and Emhoff special treatment during a chaotic scene in a taxi line when her beau allegedly struck. Jane approached the valet to hand off the equivalent of $100 when she alleges Emhoff hit her unprovoked that night in May 2012. 

“As I’m talking to him, Doug got out of the line, comes up, turns me around by my right shoulder. I’m completely caught off guard, I’m not bracing, I’m in four inch heels, wearing a full-length gown and it’s between 2-3 a.m.,” she told the outlet. “He slaps me so hard I spin around, and I’m in utter shock.”

“There had been no fight, no argument,” she added. “In that moment, his mask had dropped and I saw his dark side.”

Three friends of Jane had come forward earlier this month with the allegations against Emhoff, including two who heard it from her immediately after the alleged incident and one she told about six years later. Initially, she had declined to comment. 

“What’s frightening for a woman that’s been on the other end of it, is watching this completely fabricated persona being portrayed,” Jane told the outlet of the type of public attention Emhoff has garnered.

“He’s being held out to be the antithesis of who he actually is. And that is utterly shocking.”

A spokesperson for Emhoff has vehemently denied the accusations, telling Semafor, “Any suggestion that he would or has ever hit a woman is false.”

Jane and Emhoff had met on Match.com in 2012 while she was residing in New York and he in Los Angeles, according to the report. The pair went on their first date in March of that year, and Emhoff invited his eldest son Cole to join them. 

“In retrospect, it should have been a red flag,” she surmised, characterizing their fling as “an intense few months.”

“He flew me to Los Angeles in April [2012]. I stayed in his home for a week. The entire time, he was alluding to marriage and having children with me,” she revealed. “He was totally love-bombing me. He grabbed me round the stomach and talked about wanting more babies.”

Both Jane and her husband were registered Democrats who backed President Biden in both the 2020 primary as well as the general election and donated over $10,000 to his campaign, per the report. 

After Emhoff allegedly struck her during that booze-filled night in France, Jane remembers being utterly stunned and felt that the encounter had only cemented the apprehension she had about the future Second Gentleman.

“The only thing I could think to do was slap him back. I slapped him on one side, and on the other cheek with the other hand,” she further recounted to the outlet. “All of a sudden the car is there, the valet is ushering me in. I intended to go back to the hotel without him. So I was shutting the car door, but he forced his way into the car, which I did not want.”

Jane explained that she doesn’t speak French and mused that the friends she was with were likely off “having an amazing time.”

“I’m embarrassed and humiliated that, this amazing experience turned into this violent spectacle,” she remembered thinking. “I can’t believe he just slapped me. I think I said to him in the car, ‘What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?’ And the only thing I could get out of him was he thought I was hitting on the valet.'”

During the cab ride, she made sure to reach out to a friend from New York to appraise him of what happened. That individual later corroborated her account.

“I was in shock. I wanted somebody to know where I was, and what happened. I was freaked out because I thought I knew this person. But I don’t, and he’s in the car with me,” she added. “I also wanted Doug to see me on the phone telling somebody.”

Prior to that May 2012 night out in France, Jane claims she had reservations about Emhoff after he told her about Najen Naylor, the nanny of his daughter Ella, with whom he cheated on his first wife. Daily Mail broke that story in August and Emhoff later fessed up to it. 

She drew out that admission from Emhoff when pressing him about his divorce from Kerstin Mackin roughly three years prior while the two were on a trip in Los Angeles back in April 2012, about a month before the France trip. 

“All I did was ask him one question, and he told me the whole story,” she said, recalling how he told her about knocking up the nanny. “He’s telling me this very casually like it’s no big deal. He yelled at her. He never said he hit her, but he said he got really angry with her, and she subsequently claimed that whatever he did caused her to lose the pregnancy.

Jane underscored that it felt like Emhoff “tried to minimize it.” She also claimed he revealed he settled with Naylor and got her to sign a nondisclosure agreement for $80,000.  Records acquired by the Daily Mail showed that police were called to Naylor’s home in 2009. Details of why are still unclear. 

“To be honest, I wanted to believe him at the time, because by all appearances this was turning into a serious relationship,” she reflected about the moment she learned about the nanny situation. 

“I had just met both his children, his parents and many people he worked with at Venable. But I did harbor reservations after this.”

The day after Emhoff allegedly slapped her in France, Jane claimed that he was unapologetic and suggested that the two were “even” because she slapped him back. But the alleged slap had been a wake-up and deepened her apprehension about Emhoff. 

As evidence to back up her claims, the Daily Mail published blurred-out photos of Jane standing together with Emhoff as well as her flight information for the trip to France. 

About a week after the assault, she confided the ordeal to a friend who previously worked with Emhoff at Venable, a law firm based in Washington, DC. That individual claimed that Emhoff had a “bad reputation” with women there. 

Daily Mail previously reported on accusations from the Second Gentleman’s former colleagues at Venable that he was “inappropriate” and “misogynistic” toward his female colleagues. 

Jane also hearkened back to another red flag with Emhoff during a “weird” interaction with him at their hotel prior to the amfAR gala dinner where the alleged assault took place. 

“We went outside and sat on the loungers,” Jane recalled. “I’m in a bikini. He wanted to take a picture of me. I didn’t think anything of it. Later on, he sent me a couple of pictures. The picture he took of me did not include my head.” “He was just giggling about it like a pubescent boy,” she added. “It was gross and I felt so humiliated. In retrospect, I believe he was intentionally objectifying me to diminish me. That’s the kind of person he is.”

Earlier this month during an interview Emhoff had on MSNBC’s “Morning Joe,” host Joe Scarborough scoffed at “tabloid stories about your personal life” and neglected to press him on the accusations.

“It’s all a distraction. It’s designed to try to get us off our game,” Emhoff responded, declining to outright deny Jane’s story. 

Prior to that, Emhoff sat down with former White House press secretary and current MSNBC host, Jen Psaki who praised him as the “wife guy” that had “reshaped the perception of masculinity.” Her remarks came before Jane’s allegations surfaced, but after he admitted to impregnating the nanny. 

“Every time I see Doug on TV portraying the persona of a perfect spouse and non-toxic man, I wonder if Najen is watching too and feeling as disgusted as I am,” Jane reflected.

She decried the lack of media attention her accusations have received. 

“I’ve been telling this story to my friends. And I kept saying, this is a big deal, why doesn’t anybody in the media care? And apparently nobody did,” she told the Daily Mail. “Not a single reporter has directly asked Doug about these allegations.”

“When some news organizations re-reported your reporting, they even left out the claim that the teacher had become pregnant. I was livid. It’s just so clear what’s happening. I’m so disgusted.”

The Post contacted both the Harris-Walz campaign and the Office of the Vice Presidency for comment. Jane now says that she’s moved on emotionally from that troubling night. 

“It was very hurtful at the time. But I am proud of how I responded in real time to this unexpected assault,” the New York attorney told the Daily Mail. “In retrospect, it was the best thing that could possibly have happened, because his mask dropped, and I realized I shouldn’t waste another moment with him.”

[thehusbandoden]

Jealousy -Aizawa Shota x Reader

A/n: last one for the night. If I write another one I'll post tomorrow <33

General info:

Genre: fluff, crack, slight angst // wc: 705

Summary: Shota gets jealous over his cats stealing all of your attention.

"Oh Mew, you're too cute!" You coo, causing Shota to smile. In the beginning of your relationship you and Mew didn't get along well, so it made him happy that the fluffy white cat liked you.

As you erupted into giggles Shota couldn't help but grin, he loved your laugh, it was so unique. He always found laughter annoying and did his best to avoid it, but ever since the first time he heard you laugh he fell- and he fell hard.

And now his life mission is to make you laugh every day.

"Kitty it's dinner ti-"

"I love you so much Mew, you're so gorgeous!" You chirp, causing Shota's grin to lower into a slight smile.

"Y/n love, it's time for dinn-"

He was once again interrupted as you howled in laughter, hurrying to detach Mew from Haru, the cat you and Shota had picked out from the shelter when you started dating.

"Mew, be nice to Haru!" You giggle, gently scolding the two cats with a grin plastered on your face.

"Y/n-"

Again, he went ignored, causing him to frown.

As Shota watched you play with all three of the cats jealousy settled itself in the pit of his stomach.

Why were you paying so much attention to those darned cats instead of him?! He didn't get those hairballs for you to replace him, so why were you?!

Even though Shota knew that his jealousy was silly he couldn't help but huff, placing your plate on the table as he sat down to eat, glaring at you as you continued to play, cuddle, and coo at the cats.

After finishing dinner he huffily stood up and walked past you, catching your attention.

"Oh Shota, is dinner ready yet?" You ask, causing him to huff, a pout stuck on his lips.

"..Sho? What's the matter?" As Shota walked away you frowned, stepping into the kitchen to check up on dinner. The food was finished and put away, his plates were in the sink, and your plate was on the table. Sighing in confusion you sit down and eat, smiling as the cats play amongst themselves.

After eating you make sure the cats' food and water bowls are filled and give each cat a pet before heading towards your shared bedroom, worried about your Shota.

Stepping in, your frown deepens as you see Shota as far away from your side of the bed as possible.

Sho, what's wrong? It's not even seven yet, weren't we gonna watch a movie or play a board game?" You ask, walking over to rub his shoulder comfortingly.

"You seem content on spending time with the cats, you should just get back to that."

"What are you talking ab-"

As his words sunk in you couldn't help but giggle.

"A-are you jealous of the cats?!" You ask, causing Shota's pout to deepen.

"N-no..."

"Are you sure~?"

"No.."

Smiling, you pull Shota off of the bed- much to his complaint.

"C'mon ya big baby! Let's go cuddle on the couch." You chirp, causing him to pout a little less than before.

After dragging Shota to the couch you shoo off Haru before sitting down, pulling Shota with you before moving him so his head rests in your lap.

Petting his head gently you gaze down at him, causing him to slightly blush.

"Shhh it's okay baby. Those silly kitties aren't anything compared to you" You whisper, grabbing Shota's hand to leave a kiss to his palm.

"I know that! You just.. ignored me." Shota huffed, burying his pink face into your thigh.

"Aww I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, honest." You reply, moing Shota's face to lean down and leave a kiss to his lips.

"C'mon baby, I'm sorry! What if I cuddle you all night? Then will you stop being so pouty?"

As Shota shook his head no you titted yours, thoughts taking over your focus.

"What if I give you lots and lots of kisses?" You ask, eyes sparkling as you grin down at him.

"Hmm you can try, but I'm gonna need a lot of kisses.

Giggling, you lean down to pepper his face in kisses, knowing for a fact that he was just milking it now.

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