#i did my makeup and packed a bag to go home to my family and i CANT. THATS SO SAD LMAO. MY SAD LITTLE PACKED BAG. ABANDONED

[deklo]

still testing positive 😃

[onmyyan]

hi again i'm the Anon who asked if you take commisions only or requests as well. I love your writing style<3

Soo could you write about Batmom reader, where reader took care of bruce's children as her own. But then bruce gets a mistress, reader still stays becuz of the kids but when everyone started to become cold to her and insult her ' X (mistress) is better mom then you ever were' she leaves gonthem. Then everyone realises she (mistress) was just after their money. They go to batmom's room to apologize only to find it empty. They try to find her everywhere but couldn't. And finally when they do, reader rejects them since she was having the time of her life without responsibilty but gets kiddnapped by the batfam?

Honestly i wanted to commision but i'm flat broke and i'm too busy studying to work and on top of that i don't have my own phone (i use my dad's old laptop) soo yeah... I hope you consider this.

A/N: Loooove this request thank you for sending it in <3 fem reader yandere themes lmk if you want a part two

The (L/n)'s were a wealthy and prominent family in Gotham, right up there with the Wayne's when it came to power over the city, the two families were in business together which is why when Bruce Wayne personal attorney came to you with a marriage proposal, you weren't surprised.

A marriage of convenience. You thought you knew what this would entitle, you knew this wasn't out of love, that this was required of you, it had nothing to do with what you actually wanted, but you were dutiful and signed, inking your name on the paper felt like a deal with the devil.

Bruce hadn't bothered to officially meet you until the day of the wedding, it was beautiful and well done but lacking any form of love of affection, CEOs and other rich folk you didn't recognize filled the pews, the ring felt cold when he slipped it on, his vows perfectly rehearsed, and not an ounce of warmth in his eyes, you knew that night you should have annulled the marriage, but something made you hold on, something your mother had said to you as the makeup artist turned you into the visage of a bride.

"You'll learn to love each other, your father and I did after all." And she wasn't lying, your parents married for convenience as well but had grown to love one another, so maybe you could do the same?

A year after the nuptials Dick Grayson is thrust into your life. Haley's circus was famous in Gotham for its incredible death defying shows, but on this night death would walk the stage, taking with them Dick Grayson's parents in a horrible display, You and Bruce had consoled the boy for only a moment before Bruce was talking to the officers, he'd decided Dick was coming home with you, of course without asking your opinion, but it didn't matter, you felt such pity and grief for the boy, it made perfect sense to you, he was shut down for the first few months, he called you by your name and you had no problem with it, making it clear you never wanted to try and replace his mother, the ice between you two melted one day, one kind word at a time, he couldn't help but confide in you about school or his friends, because you were more emotionally there than Bruce was.

Like the night you caught him sneaking out, a packed bag in hand and the keys to one of Bruce's many cars in his hand. Instead of yelling for Bruce or Alfred you simply smiled at him, "you should take the audi, it's the safest car here."

"..You're not going to try and stop me?"

You shake your head no, still offering that kind smile.

"You know yourself best Dick, if you're unhappy here I won't stop you from finding your peace." He took a moment before tossing you the keys and reluctantly making his way back inside.

You find out about Batman because of Dick. He'd come home with some nasty bruises and it wouldn't take long to put two and two together. Them both being missing at the same time, Dick started to pull away from you, one night, after hours of trying to get to sleep in a bed much to big for one body, your legs decided a walk was necessary, the halls were dark and quiet, giving the manor an eerie air, quietly you walked the long hallways intending on stopping by the library, as you turned the corner you seen Dick in a hidden elevator, the doors just slamming shut as your eyes tried to register what was there. Seconds after the doors close a wall appears, as if nothing was ever there. It's not long after that you see a brief news clip of the caped crusader and his new sidekick, because the longer you stared at the screen, the more familiar they began to look, that dead tight lipped scowl on Batman's face, it was one you'd had the pleasure of looking at for the past few years.

That night you confronted Bruce, he seemed surprised you'd figured it out, but he didn't deny it. Simply saying, "It's late (Y/n), get some sleep."

You nearly divorced him then and there for endangering a child the way he was, but after a moment of thought, you realized Dick would need a real parent around so you stayed, making Bruce swear to be careful.

Jason comes next and he takes to you a lot faster than Dick. He craved the warmth you offered, you two had inside jokes and a closer relationship than him and Bruce, but that all changes the day he dies. You're broken, a ghost haunting the manor with your presence, and Bruce is no comfort throwing himself into the Batman role, you begin to hate him a little with this particular betrayal.

Tim was another hard egg to crack but you were desperate after Jason's death, so you took his verbal lashings with a smile, were always there to offer a helping hand with any of his projects despite the help never being accepted. Tims wound from losing his father is too raw, he takes a lot of his anger out on you. And you weathered the storm with a soft, warm smile.

Damian hated you, from the moment he arrives, which is bitter enough as is because it meant Bruce was unfaithful, he's spitting out insults and comparing you to his 'perfect' mother.

Things weren't great in your life, but one day they started getting noticably worse. Dick no longer responded to your check in texts, Jason (now reanimated which was a heart attack in and of itself) saw you as the enemy, you didn't leave Bruce after what happened to him, so in his eyes you betrayed him, Tim ignored your existence as best as he could, and Damian? He'd started staring at you with this smug look on his face, like he knew something you didn't.

Bruce had all but ran from you, he didn't sleep in your shared room anymore, he barely spoke to you at breakfast, if it wasn't for the cameras he wouldn't touch you.

And it's all because of a woman named Rachel.

Apparently Bruce had introduced this woman to the family, bringing her around when you weren't, slowly replacing you, it was no wonder they started to pull back.

Alfred is the only reason you find out, having enough of the blatant disrespect, he calls you to come home early one day saying it's a dire matter. Of course you comply, and walk in on a discomforting sight. The whole family was gathered at the dining room table, plus a woman you'd never seen before, she sat close to Bruce, toying with his hand intimately. Her green eyes lock with yours and the smile she gives you forms a pit in your stomach.

There's silence before Bruce stands up, he walks over calmly, "Can we take this in the other room." But it wasn't phrased as a question.

"No" you licked your lips, a nervous habit from your youth. Bruce seemed taken back by your sudden backbone. He nods silently.

"I want her gone Bruce. I am your wife. You will show me that semblance of respect."

"I- of course." You don't wait for the words to settle instead, you calmly walk to your room, face unreadable.

Locking the door behind you, your body slides against the frame, a silent sob wracks your frame, your hands covering your mouth, you wouldn't give them the satisfaction of hearing your cries.

The next morning you wake up to breakfast in bed, a generic yet elegant spread of food lay on a tray in the empty spot Bruce used to stay. The man himself sitting in the chair beside the bed, staring at you with that practiced smile he used to appease people.

"Good morning."

"What's this?" You sat up straight, sleep evaporating from your form as you took in the threat before you.

"An apology. I never meant for yesterday to happen."

"What a comfort that is." Your piercing (e/c) eyes stare at him blankly, unreadable. "How long."

"A year." You scoff pushing the breakfast away from you like it was poisonous. "But its not what you think, Rachel is a childhood friend, a year ago our relationship, evolved into what it is now, but I was never intending to go behind your back."

"Ah of course, your intentions were pure." The words dripped venom, grabbing your robe you quickly dress before standing and walking to the door, "Thank you for the wonderful talk Bruce, really your people skills are top notch." Your hands gesture to the door. He leaves without a word.

The rest of the day is as usual, Bruce avoids you like the plague, the rest of the family acted as if you weren't there. Which made leaving all too easy.

Your lawyers had the divorce papers ready and hour after you called them, signing them felt like the first act of self love you'd done in years. Slipping them into Bruce's study you took the time to analyze the room you never entered.

It matched Bruce that's for sure, pictures of every single person in the family. All except for you.

Walking out the door, wrapped in your ankle length black faux fur coat, the garment whipped in the wind, the designer sunglasses on your face hid your eyes from the world, hair in a slicked back bun, your heels echoed against the pavement, a sleek black car was waiting for you, you look back at the house that had caused you so much misery then got in the back of the car, never looking back.

Life goes on for about a week, your absence goes unnoticed, that is before Rachel is trying and failing to blackmail Bruce out of a billion dollars, she'd collected evidence he was cheating on you with her and presented it to Bruce with a grin, it was only as he went through the pictures of himself and Rachel, did he notice the yellow envelope with his name written on the front.

Hey puts the heartbreaking matter of Rachel's betrayal on the back burner, Bruce opened the envelope and felt his heart completely stop at the word divorce written in bold lettering across the top, your signature was already there, waiting for his to join it.

Ignoring Rachel completely now he turns in his chair, turning the paper over and over as if it would magically change. But it remained the same. Alfred knocking on the door of his study broke him from his trance. "Master Wayne, miss Rachel." He says the latter's name with no warmth. "Escort Rachel to her car Alfred."

"Bruce have you heard a word I've said? I'm serious I'll go to Gotham daily right now if you don't -"

"Now Alfred."

That was all it took for the screaming woman to be firmly escorted off the premises. Bruce all but ran to your room, he didn't bother knocking, and despite knowing in his heart you were already gone, he couldn't help but check anyway.

Your room was empty and cold, he couldn't believe the date he'd read on the divorce papers, it was dated a week ago, meaning you'd been gone for a week and he hadn't noticed. No one had.

That is until Bruce remembers there's someone in the house nothing gets by.

"How long have you known she was gone Alfred?" He asks leaning on his knuckles the divorce papers stared back at him taunting him. "Since the moment she left." The older man replied simply his hands behind his back. "Why didn't you tell me immediately?" Bruce felt himself tense, "Because you've hurt that woman enough Bruce. She deserves at least this." He gestures to the daunting divorce paperwork before turning to leave Bruce with his thoughts.

The news of Rachel's betrayal shook the manor each member feeling violated by their trust being broken. But it was nothing compared to their reaction once they finally realized you were gone.

"That was rough." Jason says after watching Rachel being dragged out of the manor, he blew air out of his cheeks arms crossed over his chest, he looked towards the hallway that lead to your room, you had to have heard that he thought to himself.

Dick sighs through his nose, "Someone should check on (y/n), Rachel was screaming so loud she definitely heard that." No one volunteers so Dick rolls his eyes and heads towards your room.

He lifts his hands to knock but noticed the door was open, pushing it further he's met with a baren room, his brow furrowed in confusion before he makes his way to Bruce's study. "Hey B, have you seen (y/n)? Her room is like weirdly empty."

Dick found his Father where Alfred left him, leaning over the divorce papers silently a storm in his eyes.

As he steps closer and reads the paperwork Bruce was staring so intently at, his heart stopped.

"Holy shit- are those real?"

"Yes." Bruce finally spoke his voice horse. There was a moment of silence before Dick left the room practically running down the stairs to alert the others.

"(Y/n) left Bruce." He said still processing the information, "No fuckin' way." Jason says pushing himself off the counter he leaned on. "Her room is empty and he has the papers, she's gone."

Each member of the family had different reactions to this information.

Dick tries calling you only to be met with a disconnected number, his heart hammering in his chest, he wasn't as close to you as when he was younger sure, but you were a constant in his life, always had been, a pillar of support, and suddenly you weren't. It felt like the floor had gotten pulled out from under him.

Jason curses under his breath, his mind working a mile a minute, he had barely spoken to you since his Resurrection, something he deeply regretted as the information of your leaving sinks in like a brick thrown into a river.

Tim, ever calculating is trying to figure out where you went, you were a figurehead in his life, someone that was literally never not there, sure he wasn't close to you in the slightest but that doesn't mean he wants anything to happen to you, someone as quiet and soft as you on your own in Gotham? It didn't sit well with him. Not one bit.

Damian didn't know what he was feeling at the news, he supposed he should feel nothing, after all you were nothing to him, but there was this nagging feeling in his chest that he couldn't quite place. And he hated it. How dare you leave and upset his fragile ecosystem?

Meanwhile in the Bahamas, far from Gotham and the neglectful family you'd left behind, you sat lounging on a private beach, a knitted hammock cradles your body, a designer baby pink bikini covers you, a matching sunhat protects your face from the hot sun, you can't wipe the smile from your face, humming a tune from your childhood you barely flinch when someone takes the seat besides your hammock.

"Do I want to know how you found me?" You ask, eyes still closed as you bask in the warmth. You knew only one person had the sources to find you on your own island, and despite how much you resent the man, even his presence can't ruin your shine in this moment.

"You're my wife (Y/n), I'll always know where you are." Bruce speaks softly as if trying not to startle you. "Former wife." You correct cracking an eye open, a small smirk curling on your lips.

"Not until I sign those papers- which I never will."

"huh, I thought you'd be thrilled." You muse to yourself before folding your tanning mirror and setting it aside, you take off your Louis Vuitton sunglasses, blinking your pretty (e/c) eyes up at him, "Figured you and your little Twinkie would have tied the knot by now." You laugh softly, the sound, unfamiliar to Bruce, sent warm shivers down his spine, it causes his lips to quirk up in a small grin.

"She's gone."

"Well, I don't care."

There's a beat of silence before he's offering you his hand. "Will you walk with me? I know I don't deserve it."

You sigh before getting up, ignoring his hand, you nod your head reluctantly, "Well? Hurry up I've got dinner at six."

His smile remains as he begins leading you along the shoreline. It's relatively quiet between you two as you walk side by side, a peace between you both you hadn't ever felt. "The manor isn't the same without you." He breaks the silence, "I sincerely doubt that." You laugh at the very notion. "It's true- it's colder, quieter, I want you to come home."

"That was never my home, you made that abundantly clear."

He winces as if your words cut him, "I know I haven't been a good man to you, I know I've failed you time and time again but I..I looked at those divorce papers and my heart stopped." He admits running a hand through his hair.

"You can't leave me."

"I can't?." You scoff, your movement halting, "I'm a grown woman- I'm taking responsibility for my own happiness, you can't stop me."

"I wasn't asking." He says softly, his hands in his pockets, he had this fond look on his face, like he was staring at you for the first time, in a whole new light. "You can't make me." You say, brows furrowed, "You belong back home, you're supposed to be with me, till death do us part, remember?" He steps forward making you step back, your eyes wide, hands shaking, you back into a wide chest, spinning to face Dick, who's grinning at you, he's in his Nightwing costume, he gives you a small wave of his hand, you scrunch your face in confusion, "What the hell-" your thought is cut off by a small pinch in your neck, the needle in Bruce's hand is empty in seconds, he's cradling your stumbling form, holding you tightly, "Don't worry - I'll fix this."

Your sleeping body is gently carried to the batplane, Bruce holding you close to his chest as Dick pilots the plane, he whispers promises into your hair, rocking you against him as he swears on his life to make things right, weather you liked it or not.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

this might not make sense sorry but like what if wb!reader was like adopted by some popular kids at their school

like cady with the plastics in mean girls ir veronica with the heathers

-🍰

When you accidentally befriend popular girls who are just as weird as you, it's like the Lord was trying to give you a sign. You have a group project to do with this one blonde girl, and you start cracking jokes because you don't want to be quiet and awkward. Surprisingly, she laughs, and then you get hit with, "Oh my God, [Name], you're so cute! What type of terrestrial world did you drop in on, and how the hell is this happening to you?" Then, out of nowhere, you've now been adopted by popular people. The quiet little introvert, who usually has a small group of friends they talk to, is now pretty unknown, but it takes one Thursday for you to have random cheerleaders calling your name. Usually, your schedule is empty; now it's filled with going shopping, hanging out at the arcade, stuffing your face full of McDonald's, and walking the streets of Gotham with no plans, just being loud for loud's sake.

Each girl has her own likes—one's into horror movies, the other likes sci-fi, and the ringleader enjoys manga. You never thought you'd see the day when Jesus Christ would make you so happy. You're barely at the Manor anymore; you're always outside doing something. The girls don't give you a full-on makeover like they do in the movies; they actually really like how you look, even if you dress like a cartoon character. They never change your outfits; they really enjoy your presence no matter what. Sometimes they do put makeup on you, and it's honestly amazing. They're like the sisters Babs, Cass, and Steph can never be. The amount of time the teacher has had to separate you three is actually insane.

But when the bats see you laughing more, going out more, being on your phone a whole lot more, and doing things that you would never do, they start to question. And by question, I mean stalk and gang up on you. “Where are you going? We're having a family movie night!” Dick told you while holding a big bowl of popcorn and fuzzy blankets over to the entertainment room.

“Oh no, I can’t go, sorry guys, I’m having a sleepover at Trish's house.” Your bags were already packed, and you had told Alfred about this weeks ago. “Are you sure? We're watching the whole Star Wars trilogy, your favorite!”

“Well, yeah, it is my favorite, but I’m busy,” you said. Downstairs, Trish's mom was already in front of the gate, honking her horn. You eagerly skipped and sat in the backseat where the other girls were. Since when were you that close? And by God, they hate it so freaking much. You’re barely in the house, and you're blowing them off like crazy, as if they never did that to you before. It piss Bruce off. I mean, what do those girls have that you can’t find right here at home? Cass and Steph don’t like the idea that they’re getting replaced as sisters, like they ever were sisters to begin with.

[lovecla]

TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY | quinn hughes.

chapter twelve:

<last chapter> <next chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: shitty family.

➴ word count: 4.7k

💌 from me to you: have a nice reading loves <3

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2024, JUNE.

“I HATE just looking at it,” you say, making Victoria laugh. “I mean, I really liked it at first but now it makes me sick.”

It was finally the day of your mom’s retirement gala, and all you wanted to do was stay at home with Quinn and Bella, watching a movie and drinking wine.

But you had made a promise, and hell would freeze before you break one. If your mom wanted you there, you would be there, even if the thought of putting on that dress made you want to puke all over it.

“I mean, you don’t have to wear it…” Victoria says, sounding mischievous. You raise your brow at her.

“What do you mean?” You laugh, closing your eyes as the makeup artist your mom had sent to your house spread the glittery eyeshadow over your eyelids. “I just told you, my mom bought this last month and basically demanded I wear it.”

“But she’s not here, is she?” She asks, looking around the packed room, full of people: the makeup artist, the hair stylist and the girl responsible for your clothes. They all stared at you scaredly, probably not wanting to piss off your mom, the great, famous Jessica Carter. “I don’t see her.”

You sigh. “Victoria—”

“I brought you something else. And if you don’t like it, then you can wear that one your mom bought you.” She grabs a huge, ginormous bag, placing it carefully on the bed. You ask her to open it, since you couldn’t, and she does as you say.

The most beautiful orange dress you had ever seen lays on your bed and you smile at Victoria, finally happy with going to the dinner. If it was going to be the last time you saw your family, then at least you’d look great.

“Isn’t it so beautiful?” She smiles, carefully running her fingers through the dress’ fabric. “I immediately thought of you when one of our designers costum-made this.”

“It’s gorgeous,” you say, imagining yourself inside that dress.

It’d for sure piss your mom off, but at this point, you had already understood that anything you did would eventually make her upset.

This last week has been both a dream and a nightmare. Quinn stayed with you for two days before he had to travel for work again, and it’d been like a fantasy: he would wake up earlier than you, cook you a healthy breakfast, and help you eat; bite after bite, praise after praise, kiss after kiss, he helped you restart your eating routine again.

After throwing all of your pills— and your prescription— away, he tried his best to be with you, even during the hardest moments, when your body would have some kind of withdrawal, with persistent headaches, nausea and extreme fatigue. He took care of you so well, like no one had done before, and it only made you realize how deep your love for him was.

“So it’s settled, then,” Victoria calls the other two girls standing in the corner of your room, asking them to help you get dressed.

The dress was long, so long it occupied the entire room, and you were sure that if Bella wasn’t already at Mrs. Fernandez home, she’d be lost between the orange fabric, even if she was a big girl herself. The corset squeezed your chest lightly, nothing like the dress your mom had bought for you, and your white heels held your feet comfortably.

While you got your hair done, you stared at your phone’s screen, tuning out of Victoria’s yapping session and thinking of Quinn, and if he was well. Now that you had confessed to yourself— and Quinn— that you wanted, needed him, it seemed like spending time away from him hurt you more and more.

He had texted you earlier that day, saying that he missed you a lot, and asked for pictures of the things you ate during the day, making you roll your eyes and blush at the same time, not holding back the smile plastered on your face.

Even if you feared for what your mom could do once she realized that you would do everything in your power to stop yourself from submitting to her absurd, evil requests, you could now see that you weren’t alone, and you would never be, as long as the Hughes walked on the same planet as you.

Which reminded you that you had to call Luke and apologize to him, because even though it had hurt you to hear the things he’d said, you knew that part of your awakening was thanks to him, and for that you’ll forever be grateful.

“Okay, let’s go get you inside that car,” Victoria says before you manage to get up, trying to move around with all that fabric around you.

Getting to the event had been a lot harder than expected. You had worn bigger, larger dresses before, much weirder than the one you’re wearing right now, but you had the right transport for it. Right now, the only car you had was a limousine and you had to make it work.

You felt like Cinderella inside the pumpkin carriage, but you preferred walking around with this amount of fabric than putting on that dress that your mom had chosen for you.

The cameras were all directed at you as soon as you walked out of the car and got to the red carpet. People were shouting your name here and there, and since it’s been a while since the last time you actually went to a public event like this, your head was starting to get dizzy with all the overwhelming attention.

You smiled at the pictures, but didn’t go to any of the interviewers— you weren’t in the mood for questions, and even though people expected you to talk with them, you just weren’t feeling comfortable.

You walked inside after posing for some more pictures, feeling a rush of anxiety run through your body, because you knew you were about to face your mother’s wrath. But Quinn and Victoria were right. You had to stop this abusive, toxic cycle between the two of you.

Even though sometimes it was hard to remind yourself that you’re not the one in the wrong in this.

You greeted some of the other celebrities there, the space filled with people who had once worked with your mom too. It hadn’t been hard to find her, of course. All Jessica Carter ever wants is the spotlight on her, so when you found her talking to Kirk Pickersgill and Stephen Wong, the founders of Greta Constantine, you knew exactly what you had to do.

“My, oh my, aren’t you a beautiful sight?” Kirk smiles at you, giving you a brief kiss on your cheek, making you smile at him. “Look at this dress, Wong, look at her!”

“It’s a beautiful dress indeed,” Stephen agrees, holding his hands together behind his back.

“Great choice, my love,” your mom says, and your smile falters for just a second, enough for your mom to understand that you had picked up on her subtle message. “Is that Versace?”

“No,” you say, patting your skirt. “It’s custom-made Rami Kadi, actually.”

“So beautiful, Madison, I just know you’re going to blow people’s minds with this one,” Wong smiles at you and before you can answer, Kirk whistles while looking at his phone.

“She already did,” he laughs, and you frown at him, confused.

“What do you mean?” you ask, and he flips his phone, showing you his phone screen.

“You’re trending on Twitter, babe,” he eagerly says, and Wong gasps beside him. “People are crazy over you. And your dress. If you ever think of leaving La Vie en Rose just know that there’s always a place for you at Greta.”

Wong shakes his head. “We’d love to have you there.”

“Well, unfortunately, she’s going back to Los Angeles in a few months, so I’m afraid that won’t be possible,” your mom jumps in, wrapping her hands affectionately around your shoulders and smiling at the two men in front of you. “And, oh my, look at the time,” she fake sighs, looking at the watch on her wrist. “We better get going if we want to eat dinner before my speech.”

Wong and Pickersgill nod awkwardly in front of you, leaving after giving you another kiss on the cheek and walking their way to their table. You walk with your mom by your side, both with fake smiles plastered on your faces, greeting people on your way to your table. You could tell she was upset by the fact that people were complimenting you and your dress, but you kept your chin up either way.

By the side of the table reserved for you and your family stood your dad and your brother, both wearing expensive tuxedos and looking like twins. You nodded at them, watching as the same fake smile that decorated your face, decorated theirs as well.

“Madison,” your dad says, his smile getting wider when he notices the photographer behind you. “You look well.”

Well wasn’t exactly the word you’d use to describe yourself at the moment, but you smiled nonetheless.

“Can I get a family picture?” The photographer asks, and you all quickly move so he can get a picture of all four of you together, smiling like you were the most perfect family in the entire world, just like your parents wanted people to believe. “Nice, nice, thank you.”

“Why aren’t you wearing the dress I chose for you?” Your mom hisses through her teeth, not letting her smile fall from her face.

“I didn’t like it,” you simply say, even if it weren’t entirely true. But every time you look at the expensive, black dress inside your closet, you remind yourself of the awful month you didn’t eat just so you could look good in a dress you didn’t even like that much, just for your mom to finally love you. “Victoria chose this one for me instead.”

“This is unacceptable,” she fake laughs, pretending that the conversation she was having with you was nothing more than a cute, loving mom and daughter moment. “It’s ridiculous—”

“You look gorgeous, baby.”

You and your family turned your head to the side, watching as Quinn stood there, looking close to perfect with his black two piece suit and slicked back hair.

Your face lit up like the Fourth of July, and you smiled at him, blushing with his compliment. “Quinn.”

“Hi, baby,” he smiles at you, stepping closer. “Mr. and Mrs. Carter,” he nods at your parents. “Peter.”

Your brother extends your hand at him, and so does your dad, but it’s clear that they’re uncomfortable. Not as much as your mom, though, who looked like those angry cartoon characters.

“It’s nice to see you, but what are you doing here?” She hisses. “Haven’t you both done enough already? People are talking and taking pictures of you, you must be all over social media by now, what are you—”

“With all due respect, ma’am,” Quinn wraps his hands around your waist, holding you close to him, in front of everyone. The smile on your lips couldn’t get any bigger. “What Madison and I do is none of your business.”

“Watch it, boy. You’re talking to my wife, and you know who I am.” You dad says, smiling afterwards to prevent people from thinking that he was anything other than the perfect father.

“I’m not a boy and frankly, James, we both know that if I were to care about your opinion, I wouldn’t be the Canucks’ captain today.”

Your dad’s face gets red with anger but he doesn’t say anything, choosing to stay quiet for once.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, smiling at how Quinn frowned at your dress, because he couldn’t sit closer to you with that much fabric around you.

“Victoria helped me out,” he smirks. “Did you really think I’d let you come here alone?”

You roll your eyes, smiling still. “You’ve never been to a fashion dinner before. And I’m used to coming alone,” you shrug. “You’re aware that people will… know. Right?”

“I don’t mind it. Do you?”

You looked at him with shiny, happy eyes, before kissing his lips softly and gently, right there, for everyone— your parents and your brother included— to see. Quinn kissed you back just as gently, holding the back of your neck carefully, not wanting to ruin any of your clothing or makeup or hair.

It felt nice not to care for once in your life.

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maddiecarter_updates Madison has arrived at her mom’s (Jessica Carter) retirement gala at Fashion, in Vancouver 😍 She looks absolutely amazing! (edit: @nickharris_img liked!!)

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user1 MY WIFE RIGHT THERE

user2 i still prefer the pink dress she wore at the Cannes festival but this one also eaaaats

user3 looking like a goddess omg i need her

user4 why is no one talking about quinn hughes being there AND the pictures they took of the two of them together????

maddiecarter_updates user4 As we always say, we like to respect Madison’s privacy. If she’s dating Quinn Hughes, then we will wait until she confirms it. We can’t assume things just because we’ve seen pictures so let’s just respect her time and privacy ☺️

user5 she looks so damn fine

user6 the event ended a few hours ago does anyone know why she hadn’t posted anything about it yet???

user7 user6 i was just wondering the same thing bc she usually posts pictures immediately after 💭

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madisoncarter i love you

user1 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

maddiecarter_updates ????? ok

maddiecarter_updates Now we’re allowed to freak out 🙈

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user3 maddiecarter_updates LAKAKANAMD!./!!/!/!:!;

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bboeser Ouuhuu 😎😎😜😜

canucks She would look gorgeous in blue 💙

njdevils canucks No she wouldn’t ❤️

user5 njdevils ???😭��� Help

user6 Average no caption Hughes post

jackhughes …why was i the last one to know about this

conor.garland8 Oh captain my captain

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“THOSE PLATES aren’t going to get any straighter, baby,” Quinn laughs behind you, bringing your body closer to his with his hands on your waist.

You bite your lip, feeling his warm hands all over your tummy. “Stop trying to distract me, you’re supposed to be taking care of the food.”

“My bad, I thought you were the food.” He says, before plastering a wet, loud kiss on your cheek.

“Quinn, stop! Your family’s going to be here at any second, and I don’t want them to find you with your hand on my boobs.” you laugh, slapping his hand away.

“I wasn’t even going to do that, but fine,” he mumbles before turning you around, making you face him. “You don’t have to be nervous, baby. They’ve known you for literally half of your life.”

“Yeah, but I was just a friend. And now I’m dating you.”

He raises his eyebrow, a playful chuckle leaving his lips. “Oh? We’re dating? Since when?”

“You know what I mean,” you feel your cheeks getting warm. “It’s going to be weird. Especially with how I left things with Luke that night,” you cover your face with your hands, sighting. “God, I hope he doesn’t hate me.”

“What did I say about always thinking the worst about everything?” he removes your hands from your face, kissing them afterwards. “And I know Lukey probably acted like a douchebag that night, too. He isn’t exactly the most tender person ever.”

“Still, he was right,” you kiss his cheeks, detaching yourself from his hold before looking at the dinner table again. “Hope he forgives me.”

“He will, sweets, I promise.”

It was almost the end of June, and you had just started taking care of yourself again. Quinn suggested that you should see a professional, to help you deal with the hardest days, and that’s exactly what you did. You have meetings with a therapist called Emma once a week, and even though you feel like nothing’s changed yet, it’s nice to have someone else to talk to, and not worry about whether you’re dumping your problems on them or not.

You and Quinn were also doing fine, baby steps helping you both find your path together. You still had your doubts, and even though you wanted to ruin away sometimes and never look back, you knew you’d always end up coming back to him.

You hoped and prayed everyday that you’d get to be the one who’s going to keep him for life.

The doorbell rang and Bella ran to the door, Quinn right behind her, while you tried to unwrinkle your dress for the nth time.

It’s fine, you kept telling yourself, They’ve known you since you were a child, you’ll be fine.

“Maddie,” you hear Jack’s loud voice before you turn around, smiling when you feel his arms around you. “Hey.”

“Hey, Rowdy,” you kiss his cheek. “How are you?”

“I’m fine. It’s summer, fucking finally.” He groans, letting go of you and making his way to the kitchen, talking about grabbing a beer for himself.

You stare at Ellen, Jim and Luke as they all hug Quinn and pet Bella, before moving back to you.

“Hi, there, darling. You look stunning,” Ellen hugs you tight, her blonde hair touching your face. “Thanks for having us. We missed you and Quinny.”

“Hi,” Jim briefly hugs you, looking like he always did: shy.

“Hello, Mr. Hughes,” you smile. “I’ve missed you too.”

As they ramble about not seeing both of you enough, you stare at Luke, who’s been petting Bella for too long already. He notices you and finally gets up, walking until he stood in front of you, the little boy who once had been smaller than you and got in trouble for cursing too much and was now a man, inches taller than you, thighs bigger than your head.

“Hey.” You whisper, and he timidly smiles at you, not showing his teeth.

“Hey.”

You both stood there, silent for a while, the only sound coming from the kitchen where Ellen seemed to yell at Quinn for something while Jack laughed.

“How are you doing?” You ask, not sure of how you’d apologize to him without sounding like an idiot.

“I’m fine,” he shrugs, not looking at you. “How about y—”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, interrupting him. “I’m so sorry about the things I said to you the last time we saw each other and I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I never meant to upset you, it was just hard for me to hear those things.”

He places his hand on your shoulder, patting you there twice. “It’s fine, Maddie. I should’ve known better. Those types of things aren’t meant to be said at a party, right after you tell me you have feelings for my brother.”

“Still. You were just trying to help me and I— I was a little shit. Sorry.”

He laughs.

“Don’t give yourself this much credit, M. You’re not the seven headed monster you think you are,” he winks at you, before moving to Quinn’s kitchen with Bella between his legs. You sighed, scrunching your nose at her. Maybe you weren’t the only one with a soft side for the Hughes.

“I don’t care if it’s important or not, Jack, you won’t use your phone during lunch time.” Ellen orders around, sitting on the table before pouring herself a generous amount of red wine.

“Mom, I’m not a child anymore and this is important.” Jack pouts, making you laugh softly, while you sit down on the chair between him and Luke. “It’s not funny, Madison.”

“Leave her out of this,” Ellen protests, pointing at him. “No phones during lunch time. What’s so hard for you to understand?”

“Look at dad!” Jack points at Jim, who stopped texting and placed his phone back on the table.

“Jim, don’t piss me off or I swear to God—”

“Food’s ready,” Quinn mumbles before placing a huge pot of homemade pasta and tomato sauce, with meatballs and a Greek salad— cucumbers, tomatoes, feta cheese and olives— to accompany the main dish.

While you helped everyone serve themselves, you noticed Quinn’s eyes on you, and he was the one who put food on your plate. He knew that eating big portions was still an issue for you, so he was careful with putting the right amount of food onto your plate.

You smile at him, not before saying “thank you” and grabbing your first bite, almost melting like you always did whenever Quinn cooked.

You watched as they chatted about literally everything, with Jim and Ellen asking about their lives and Luke and Jack bickering with each other while Quinn looked at them with a tired face.

“So, Madison,” Luke starts, interrupting an argument between Jack and Quinn about who would win the Stanley Cup next season. “Have you thought about what you’re going to say at the ‘Power Play for a Cause’?”

“Heh,” Jack laughs. “PP for a cause. That’s what she said.”

Jim lets out a loud laugh before Ellen coughs, glazing at him.

He stops lauhging. “Son, you’re not funny,” Jim sighs, stuffing his mouth with pasta. “Shut up, please.”

You smile, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You didn’t tell her?” Ellen asks and Quinn shrugs.

“Madison has a lot on her plate right now, the last thing she needs is a Hockey themed gala.”

“But what is it?” You ask, now curious.

Luke coughs before continuing:

“‘Power Play for a Cause’ is the name of next month's charity dinner the NHL’s holding,” he explains. “And it’s basically to raise money for sick kids and shit.”

“Luke.” Ellen reprimands him and he apologizes, after rolling his eyes.

“But why would I need to say something?” You ask, still as lost as a blind person during a shooting.

“Well,” he smiles. “Some of the teams' captains receive a speech, and Quinn will be one of them this year. We were going to ask our little cousin Julie to do this but she’ll probably blackmail us into buying her thousands of dollars worth of money in video games.”

“I recognise a future scammer when I see one.” Jack mumbles, making you all laugh.

“I mean…” you start, looking at Quinn across the table, who looks at you with expectant eyes. “If Quinn doesn’t mind, I want to do it.”

“I don’t mind it at all, baby,” he says, like calling you ‘baby’ in front of his family wasn’t anything new. “If you feel comfortable with doing it, then it’s fine. If you don’t, then it’s also fine.”

“Of course I am,” you smile at him, as he winks at you.

You then realize that everyone went quiet, even Bella, that must have sensed something was up because she sat beside your chair and was eyeing everyone suspiciously. Your face burned with shame and you silently pleaded to Quinn do something.

Which he did, coughing and scratching his eyebrow with his middle finger.

“This is probably a good time to tell you that Madison and I are together.” He says, before looking you in the eye again.

“Thanks for stating the obvious,” Luke says, before he lets out an ouch sound, looking at Ellen with annoyed eyes.

“That’s great news, baby!” She says, resting her head on Jim’s shoulder. “We always knew you both would end up with each other.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Jim agrees. “When you both would spend hours alone together doing nothing we always thought that you were doing naughty stuff.”

If your face could get any hotter, it would melt. Jack and Luke’s laughter wasn't helpful either, while Quinn just smiled and mouthed a small sorry at you.

“We were kids, Mr. Hughes,” you say, and he laughs.

“Cut it with Mr., it’s either Jim or dad now,” he squints, making you smile. “Also, what’s the matter? We caught Jack kissing his school friend when he was seven.”

“What can I say, I’ve always been irresistible,” Jack smirks, the cocky tone making you roll your eyes. “Gotta start young.”

“You’re such a fuckboy, Jacky, that’s nasty,” Ellen says, the curse word surprising all of you, making you burst out into laughter in front of them.

You couldn’t explain how happy they made you, even if you tried. It isn’t something usual, loving your boyfriend’s family as much as you do, but you’re happy to be the exception.

The rest of the lunch went on without any more smarty remarks from Luke or Jack, and you were sure you hadn’t laughed this much before, ever. They worked so well together and the love they felt for each other was so deep you could almost touch it with your own hands.

They treated you so well, making sure you had everything you needed and not letting you feel excluded for even the briefest second. They also understood your love for Bella and how important she is to you, so Luke spent the entire afternoon patting her fur and playing with her, complaining loudly whenever she took the carrot plushie— her favorite toy, you told him— out of his hands, running around Quinn’s living room with it.

When they started saying their goodbyes, many, many hours later, you held each and every one of them tightly, trying to trespass your gratitude for them like that, since saying things like “I love you” are still hard for you.

And with how they hugged you back just as fiercely, you were almost sure they understood what you wanted to tell them.

“Is Quinn treating you well?” Ellen quietly asks you, as you both stand on Quinn’s porch and watch the four men you both loved so much argue about who should drive the car.

You smile, nodding with your head. “Yes, ma’am, he is.” you giggle at her annoyed face with the “ma’am”. “ I just— thank you so much for everything.”

“You don’t need to thank me, love. You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you.”

You can feel the tears forming in your eyes, and you blink fast, trying to send them away. But with the way Ellen's smile saddens and how she wraps her arms around you, you could tell she saw them.

“They’re happy tears, I promise,” you try to reassure her, not wanting her to see the storm happening inside you.

“It’s okay if they aren’t, Madison,” she whispers. “We all need time to heal and I truly hope we can help you get through the hard days.”

“You already do, all of you,” wiping your tears away, you smiled at her. “Especially him,” you point at Quinn with your head, who was now leaning against the car with his hands in his pocket and Bella by his side. “It’s so weird to explain, Ellen. It’s like— it’s almost as if he takes all of my pain away. Isn’t that weird?”

She chuckles beside you, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. “No, dear, it isn’t. And I’m glad to hear this. It means Jim and I did a great job.”

“Oh, you both outdid every parent on this planet.”

“Mom, can we go? ‘M tired,” Jack shouts at Ellen, pouting like a three year old child.

Ellen rolls her eyes and sighs, hugging you one last time.

“And the Hughes are back at it.” You joke, making her laugh.

She’s in the middle of walking down the steps to meet them at the car when she suddenly stops, turning back around. You were ready to ask her if she’d forgotten anything when she suddenly speaks:

“I know it’s soon but,” she tells you, her blue eyes softening as she continues speaking. “You can be a Hughes too. If you want.”

This time you don’t do anything to hide the tears rolling down your face, letting them roll freely on your cheeks, before hitting the wooden floor you were standing on.

You can’t really speak, so you just smile at her, hoping she wouldn’t mistake your silence for anything else. It was just overwhelming to know that there are people who love you enough to willingly want you in their family, when your own didn’t even care about your well-being.

You watched as they all said their goodbyes to Quinn, hugging him and saying something to him that you couldn’t hear.

Quinn and Bella walked back at you, and he frowned when he saw your tear stained face. “What happened, baby? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you tell him, walking to him and standing on your tiptoes before kissing his lips gently. “I just love you.”

You could tell that you caught him by surprise. You had never told him that you loved him before, even after years together. But you just needed to tell him how you felt, and even though the word “love” didn’t seem to explain all of your feelings for him, you would use it anyway.

“I love you too, baby,” he smiles, his curls falling over his face, making you touch his hair carefully. “So much.”

“Thank you,” you say, trying your hardest not to cry again. “For not giving up on me. And for making me feel like myself again.”

“That was all you, baby.”

You both get inside after sharing another kiss, and at night, when you sleep between Quinn and his hundred pillows, nestled safe inside his arms, with Bella sleeping safely by your feet in her bed, you are sure that, even if you still think that you’re not good enough for Quinn, he sure as hell is more than enough for you.

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user1 i NEED to know where the dress is from Maddie help a girl out 😔

madisoncarter user1 dress is from rami kadi (custom made) 😙

lavieenrose Most beautiful couple ever!!

vic_alonso Gotta say whoever gave you that dress is the smartest person alive

madisoncarter vic_alonso let’s not exaggerate…

maddiecarter_updates So gorgeous love 🧡

user4 this is the most random couple ever but they do look good together

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canucks The couple we didn’t know we needed until now 💙

user5 BABY YOU LOOKED AMAZING

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Take Care of You

Summary: Y/N is run ragged. Her employer keeps throwing more work at her, and she’s too nice to say no. She’s also been keeping Jensen’s businesses afloat while trying to keep an eye on their families with him away filming. She’s overwhelmed, stressed and hasn’t been sleeping well. When Jensen comes home after finishing his movie, he notices his girl’s not doing great and plans a weekend filled with “her” time.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Rating: 18+ Only

Bingo Square: Established Relationship for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: tw: mentions of cancer, tw: mentions of cancer treatments, tw: dementia, domestic fluff, massage, smut, oral sex (f rec), p in v. 

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: This is a very self-indulgent story that I wasn’t sure would ever be shared. This has been my life for the past few years, and when I sat down to write something, this is what word vomited onto the page, and I couldn’t stop it.

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“Honey, I’m home!” Jensen declared as he opened the front door, quickly closing and locking it behind him. The lamp in the hallway was on, your purse and laptop bag were sitting on the sideboard, and by the text you’d sent him two hours ago asking if he wanted anything special for dinner tonight, he knew you were home. Why then, he frowned, was the whole house silent?

Dropping his bag next to the sideboard, Jensen moved further into the quickly darkening house. “Y/N? Babe?” he called out again, still being met with silence. Walking into the living room, he huffed an annoyed breath, shaking his head in disbelief at the state he’d found you.

You were still in your work clothes: pinstripe pencil skirt, black button-up blouse and tan stilettos. Your hair was still in a tight, professional bun, and your glasses were pushed up on your head. From the look of things, you got home, put your bags down and immediately fell asleep on the couch.

That damn job was going to be the death of you. They took and took and took, giving nothing in return. You were eager to learn, take on more responsibility and help everyone around you. They took advantage of that and turned your kindness and willingness to be a team player into an expectation. Not only was it expected, it was now frowned upon if you said no. So you didn’t, and God help you if you told someone else in your team that they had to be the one to stay late because heaven forbid, you did actually have a life outside of the office.

Jensen sighed as he looked over your beautiful face, blemished by dark circles around your eyes that makeup could no longer cover. How long had this been going on? He’d been away filming for a month and, with other commitments, hadn’t been home. He was contractually obliged to attend conventions on two of the weekends. Another was his own doing; he was exhausted and couldn’t be bothered packing and travelling to spend only thirty-six hours at home. So, instead, he promised he’d come home next time and went to play golf with a buddy. The only problem with that plan was that he couldn’t come home that weekend either as you’d caught Covid. The guilt he’d played golf instead of coming home to you still ate at him.

You both knew you didn’t need to work. Jensen made enough to support you and allow you to live comfortably, but you wanted to work; you needed to. And when he was away for work, you got lonely and threw yourself into work. Jensen had tried several times to convince you to travel with him and spend your free time doing what you loved most: writing. He thought he’d made a fool-proof argument for his case, but you outsmarted him with a flaw in his master plan; you had responsibilities to your family. And to his. Someone needed to help care for your elderly grandparents. God, both your parents were now at an age that even they were considered elderly, and you felt it was your responsibility to do all the heavy lifting for the generations that came before you.

So many aspects of your dad’s health deteriorated since he battled stage four prostate cancer a few years ago. The chemotherapy weakened his immune system, and he never fully recovered from its poison. The treatment exacerbated his arthritis, and his joints were now in constant pain. But it was his memory that was now concerning you. He was forgetful during his treatment, which was understandable because it was one of the side effects. That, and his mind probably ran through a million different scenarios about his mortality. It was just that it wasn’t getting better. It was getting worse. He’d told you the same story twice in the hour you’d visited last week, and now there were changes in his behaviour that doubled your worry.

Jensen hadn’t meant to worry you when he’d asked you after Christmas dinner with your family if your dad was doing alright. He’d told Jensen the same story several times while you were there, and he thought he was helping you out by mentioning it. He’d been upset when you admitted you’d been concerned for a while and hadn’t told him. When Jensen asked why you hadn’t talked to him about it, guilt flooded him when you said work was keeping him busy enough and that he didn’t need to be stressing about anything else just now. 

You’d told him back then that you’d been trying to convince your mom to talk to him and seek help, but they were as stubborn as each other. When the woman wouldn’t even stop smoking after having a partial lobectomy because of lung cancer and radiation treatment for throat cancer, you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

A light had been switched on, though, when at your mom’s birthday dinner, there were just too many things that couldn’t be ignored, including your dad calling you his recently deceased sister’s name and acting completely inappropriately for a restaurant. Your five-year-old niece had behaved better than him. Finally, you managed to convince your dad to see a doctor. Eight months and various appointments and tests later, a diagnosis of frontotemporal dementia, one of the rarest kinds of the disease, was confirmed. Two days before your birthday, no less.

As he watched your sleeping form, he knew something had to give before you became ill, and his plans for a weekend filled with couples excursions and dates quickly changed. It was now your weekend. You had a family barbecue up in Dallas that you couldn’t miss on Sunday, but until then, he’d take care of you and everything else that needed doing in the house. He’d force you to relax all weekend if it was the last thing he did. And it started with making your favourite comfort food: mac and cheese.

Jensen lit some candles around the living room to give a dim light rather than switch on the brighter lamps and wake you. Heading to the kitchen, he put a pan of water on the stove to boil before pulling his phone from his pocket and calling his mom.

“Hi, sweetie! How are you?” Donna greeted cheerfully.

“Yeah, I’m good, ma. How’re you doing?” he replied as he opened the cupboard and pulled down the box of fake cheesy goodness.

“We’re fine, son. How’s Y/N?” his mom asked, and he smiled softly at the affection in his mom’s voice. His whole family adored her, welcoming her into their family with arms and hearts wide open, taking her in as one of their own without hesitation.

“Uhm, let’s just say I’m glad I’m home for a few weeks. My girl needs a little looking after,” Jensen chuckled dryly.

“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. I don’t think she’ll ever change. She always puts others before herself. Is there anything we can do to help? You know if you need to miss Sunday, you can. We won’t be upset,” Donna sympathised.

“We’ll be there on Sunday. I think it’ll do her good, you know? Relaxing by the pool and seeing family. But I wanted to ask you something,” he said.

“Anything, son,” she said instantly, and Jensen chuckled at his mom’s worried tone.

“You know that lavender bath stuff from the place in Dallas you got her obsessed with?” Jensen asked, grinning at his mom’s relieved laugh.

“I just sent her some. It arrived the other day. There are bath salts, bath bombs, bubbles, and some candles. And the pillow spray. Oh, and the essential oil! You could give her a little massage!” There was a grin in her voice, and he shook his head with a chuckle.

“Alright, I get it!” Jensen chuckled. “I was going to ask if you could pick some up for us coming up there, but if she’s got some, that’s even better! I just need to know how to use it.”

“Okay, so you want to start with lighting the candles...”

You could feel something soft and warm caress your cheek, and you start to wake. Your eyes flutter open, taking a minute to focus through the dimly lit room, and finally, find the forest-green eyes of the love of your life, and you smile at him with a contented hum. Jensen smiled softly back as he continued to stroke your cheek gently. “Hey, sleepy head,” he whispered.

“Jay, you’re home!” you grinned, voice husky from sleep. “I missed you, baby.”

“I missed you too, darlin’. It looks like someone came home and crashed out,” Jensen chuckled softly.

“What time is it?” you ask, rubbing at your gritty eyes and yawning. You had to admit that although it wasn’t your intention to indulge in a nap, you did feel much better.

“A little after nine,” Jensen answered and laughed at your gasp.

“Nine!? I’ve been asleep for three hours?” you groaned in annoyance.

Jensen smiled and gently gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Yeah, and by the look of this, you need much more,” he gently runs his fingers under your eyes. “Those dark circles would make a panda claim you as one of their own, and that was before you rubbed at your eyes and messed up your mascara!”

“Oh, God!” you groaned.

“Hey,” Jensen said, “you’re still beautiful, baby,” he smiled. “I made you mac and cheese. Eat. I’ll grab a quick shower to get the plane smell off me, then I’ll run you a bath,” he held his hand out to silence your protests. “And if you’re a good girl and let me take care of you, you can have a massage when you get out,” he grinned boyishly, knowing he had you where he wanted you.

“A massage or a full body massage?” you giggled as you watched him search for the right response.

“I’ll tell you what. Eat, bathe, and pamper yourself in the tub with a glass of wine and a face mask, and after, I’ll give you a normal, completely innocent massage. If, and only if you still want that,” Jensen licked his lips and smirked, “full body massage to help relieve any deep-rooted tension, then darlin’, I am at your service,” he rasped in his ‘Dean’ voice, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s been a month. The only way to get rid of that kind of tension is for those talented fingers to work it out of me,” you lowered your voice seductively. “And I think it’s gonna take a few… releases,” you smirked at his darkening eyes, “to get rid of it completely.”

“Fuck!” Jensen groaned, and you grinned mischievously.

“Oh, and if you need to relieve some tension, my hands and mouth are at your service. Although,” you teased further, “I can think of somewhere else that’ll appreciate it a lot more, and I guarantee you won’t regret using it to your advantage,” you winked.

“You’re gonna kill me one of these days, baby girl,” Jensen grumbled as he headed upstairs to shower and prepare your bath.

You cleared up the mess Jensen had left in the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He’d be mad at you for doing it, but you didn’t care. He was also tired and deserved not to worry about a messy house.

Opening the cupboard, you pulled out two glasses. A crystal tumbler for Jensen’s whiskey and a wine glass for you. Filling the ice bucket, you pulled one of his good bottles of Scotch from the cabinet, put it in the bucket, added a bottle of wine, and went upstairs.

The scent of lavender filled the hallway, getting stronger the closer you came to the master bedroom. Smiling, you stopped inside the door and leaned against the wooden frame. You watched with a soft smile as Jensen moved around the room and lit candles. Most were unscented pillar candles, but you noticed the little glass votives on each bedside table and knew they were somewhat responsible for the soothing fragrance permeating the room.

“Found my secret stash, huh?” you spoke, grinning at Jensen’s damp, hedgehog hair and guilty look. “Hey, I’m not mad, baby. Thank you for doing this,” you gestured to the candles and the soft acoustic music playing lowly.

“Anything for m’girl,” Jensen walked over to you and pecked your lips. He took the ice bucket and glasses and placed them on the dresser. “I put your robe over the heated rail so it’ll be nice and cosy when you get out,” he glanced at you with a soft smile, opened the wine bottle and poured you a large glass.

“Thank you,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. He chuckled and pulled you closer, arms around your shoulders and tucking your head under his chin. You sighed and melted into his body.

“What’s this for?” he asked, kissing your hair.

You shrugged, “I just need a hug.”

Jensen kissed your hair again and pulled away slightly, looking down at you with pure adoration. “Well, you can have all the hugs you want for the next three weeks.”

“Promise?” you grinned into his chest.

Jensen chuckled and pulled you in tighter, “I promise. Now, let’s get you in that tub, huh?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “It smells amazing in there!”

Jensen let go of you, filled the wine glass and handed it to you. “Go on in and enjoy. I’ll be here when you get out,” he kissed your forehead and gently pushed you towards the ensuite bathroom.

You gasped at what Jensen had done in there. It was lit only by candlelight, and the steam billowing from the tub filled with bubbles and the lavender scent surrounding you immediately made you relax.

You sighed as you walked to the double sink and stepped out of your heels, kicking them under it. Grabbing a brush and a hair tie, you pulled your hair free of its constraints and brushed it out. Replacing the tight, professional bun with a much more comfortable, messy one, you opened the drawer, grabbed your face cleanser and began to remove the day’s dirt, grime, and makeup, frowning at the dark circles under your eyes.

Finally, you stripped your clothes off, leaving them in a pile on top of your shoes, intending to put them in the laundry basket later. You looked through the sheet masks you kept in a little basket on the counter, settling on one with chamomile and aloe vera, keeping the relaxed vibe in the bathroom.

Sinking into the tub, you sighed loudly as the hot water encompassed your tired body, enveloping you in a warm hug. You placed the mask over your face, rested your head on the bath pillow, and sighed again, letting the water soothe your body, and the lavender soothe your soul.

Relaxed, warm and sleepy, you walk into the bedroom with your fluffy robe wrapped around your body.

“There she is!” Jensen smiled when he saw you. You already looked more relaxed, making him feel lighter than when he first saw you.

“Come on, lie down,” Jensen said, placing a towel over the bedding to protect it from oil. You walked towards the bed, untying the robe. Despite seeing you naked thousands of times, Jensen turned his head to give you privacy. Once ready, you crawled up the bed and lay comfortably on your stomach.

“Comfy, baby girl?” Jensen’s voice is quiet, and you feel the bed dip with his weight. You hummed in response and shivered as his warm hand ghosted down your spine. Jensen poured the lavender aromatherapy oil on his hands and rubbed them together, warming the liquid between his palms.

Straddling your thighs, but careful not to put too much weight on them, he rubbed your lower back, sweeping his hands over your skin, covering it with the slick oil. Moving to your shoulders, he tuts and shakes his head.

“Poor baby, all knotted and tight up here,” he murmured as he increased his pressure.

“Hmm,” you moaned. “Feels good, Jay.”

“Yeah?” Jensen asked, working his thumbs into the knots along your shoulder blades.

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” you purred. You hardly ever took time out for self-care, but when you did, it was something you enjoyed, and you wondered why it was something you didn’t make more time for.

Jensen’s hands continued to work out the knots, and he smiled softly with every moan and hum that left you unchecked. Feeling you relax under his touch and sink further into the mattress made him relax, too.

“How do you feel?” Jensen whispered, not wanting to startle you or ruin your tranquil state as he sat back on the bed.

“I feel good, baby,” your voice was soft – lazy almost, as you turned over to lay on your back, biting your bottom lip when Jensen’s eyes went straight to your naked breasts. “See something you like?” you teased, giggling at his smirk.

“I do,” Jensen’s voice was deep with arousal, “so, can I interest you in a full body massage, or would you like a rain check?” Jensen was always a gentleman; you could see in his eyes (and sweatpants!) that he wanted you, but he knew you were exhausted and would never push you to go further.

“I think,” you smirked, “I want that full body.” It had been a month for both of you, but the excitement on his features made you laugh. “You’d think we never have sex with that look on your face!”

“Can’t a man miss his wife?” Jensen chuckled. “Miss her body because his hand just won’t cut it after a while?” he bit his lip and placed his hands on your chest, rubbing and caressing your breasts and down your torso. He hooked his fingers in the fabric of your simple cotton panties and pulled them down your legs.

Dropping them on the floor, he kneeled between your legs, gently pushing them up before pulling them apart, placing them on either side of his body and opening you up to him.

“Hmm,” he hummed, licking his lips at your glistening folds. “A month is far too long, baby girl. Never going that long without you or this pretty little pussy again,” Jensen murmured and lowered himself to your core, licking a long line up your slit.

You had missed this. Jensen’s tongue was unbelievably talented, never failing to make you come multiple times over hours when he was in the mood. Still, you knew tonight wouldn’t be one of those nights. Tonight, you’d fall apart embarrassingly quickly on his tongue, and then he’d be too desperate to tease you more.

Jensen slid a hand up your body, cupping your breast and grinned into your folds as he felt your body arch further into his touch. Your hand covered his and squeezed, forcing him to grip your breast harder. Taking the hint, he slid his other hand up your chest and began to play with both.

That was all that it took for you to fall over the edge. You grabbed Jensen’s hands from your chest and linked your fingers with his, moaning incoherent curses as your body convulsed through its climax.

“That’s m’girl,” Jensen murmured as he placed one last kiss to your centre before dragging his lips up the rest of your body, nipping and sucking along the way. His warm hands skimmed your body, and he hummed lowly at the softness of your skin, making you putty in his hands.

Jensen’s kisses finally reached your lips, and the combination of his soft lips and your taste on his tongue sent another wave of arousal shooting through your body. Your hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged at it viciously until he got the message and pulled it off. 

His eyes rolled as your nails gently raked over his lower back and around his stomach. You dipped your hand into his sweats, finding his erection and clasping your hand around it. The groan that rumbled from him was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard, making his desperation for you clear as day. He dipped his head and placed his lips to yours once more, the kiss slow and sweet at first, but as you began to pump your hand up and down his length, he pushed his tongue into your mouth and deepened it. 

Jensen’s hand moved from your hip and skimmed up your torso. He gripped your breast and squeezed before trailing his fingers back down and settling between your legs. Running his thumb down your folds, he coated his thumb with your slick before expertly finding your clit and flicking the tiny bud.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss as your legs automatically opened wider for him.

Jensen focused his lips and tongue on your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a contented hum. You moaned loudly as your body arched up, forcing yourself into him further, the movement causing his thumb to press into your clit just a little bit harder and pushing you just a little bit closer to the edge.

Wanting more, you started to grind your hips into him, increasing the pressure of his thumb against the tiny bundle of nerves. “That’s it, baby, take what you need,” Jensen growled as he trailed kisses up your chest, “tonight is all about you.” 

You continued to grind against his hand, tumbling straight into another climax the second his lips attached to your throat. Jensen held you closer, slowing the flick of his thumb and prolonging your high just a little without overstimulating you.

You shivered, suddenly feeling cold, as you returned to yourself and whined when you noticed Jensen standing at the edge of the bed. Chuckling, he pulled his sweatpants off and crawled back up your body.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, baby,” he smiled, kissing the tip of your nose. “Are you ready?” he whispered while rutting himself through your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

“For you, always,” you smiled, but as he pushed his hips forward and entered you, your head fell back, and a low moan tore from your throat. With a growled string of curses, Jensen filled you to the brim and stilled.

“Fuck, Jensen!” you gasped.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek, his brow furrowed in concern.

“I’m good. I missed this. I missed you,” you whimpered and wrapped your arms around Jensen’s neck, pulling him towards you and pecking at his lips. Slowly, Jensen pulled his hips back and thrust forward slowly and gently.

The lazy way that you made love was everything you needed and more. As you both succumbed to your climaxes, you knew that you’d always be safe in his arms and that he’d always take care of you the way you took care of everyone else.

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[hannahssimblr]

We surface eventually, and clamber down the back stairs and out into sharp morning light, squinting against the sun. I feel like a vampire. My friends’ faces are gaunt and drawn, eyes still black. They look like they’ve been dead for a week. 

Except Jen, sober Jen, who smiles sleepily and stretches her arms, breath condensing in the cold air. “God, that was mad,” she says. “What time is it?”

“Eight,” I say. Being out in the daylight like this is always weird, with families walking around, people going to work, while we are like creatures who have dug our way out of the earth, lurching toward home amongst the living. My mouth is so dry, and my jaw hurts. I foresee an afternoon spent throwing up, head in the toilet bowl, groaning as Jonas hammers on the door, appealing to my sense of humanity by reminding me there’s only one bathroom in the apartment.   

“Oh, well, I should probably pack my bags and stuff.” Jen says.

I rub my eyes. “Oh, your flight.”

“Oh, Jen,” Dalia says with a big sad face, “I wish you could stay,” they hug, and rock each other side to side. “Please, come back and visit. This was so fun.”

“I swear!” Jen says. “I love you guys. Come see me in Dublin!”

“Don’t make them go there,” I say, to which she laughs. “Actually, yeah. Never mind. I’ll come back here! And for longer!”

“Please!” Elias and Dalia cry in unison, and then we leave, trudging toward the train station. 

She snoozes on my shoulder on the U-Bahn, while Jonas and I, wired, wide awake, stare at our reflections in the window all the way back to Kreutzberg. 

I lie on my bed, eyes on the cracks on the ceiling, while Jen shoves things into her suitcase. She’s cleaned off all her makeup, leaving black smudged wiped crumpled on the surrounding floor. 

“This was so fun,” she’s saying. “I had such a good time. I mean, last night was amazing. Did you see I kissed that girl with the fan?”

“The fan?”

“Yeah, she was carrying this weird, lacy fan. Anyway, she was dead pretty. I wish I’d gotten her number.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I tried, but she didn’t speak English. There was no point.”

“So you didn’t speak before you starting kissing her.”

“No, we didn’t need to. I just met her eyes across the dancefloor and we both knew.”

“Ah, nice.”

The mattress shifts under her weight, and her face slides into my vision, pink cheeked, with eyeliner still smudged in the spaces between her lashes. “You’re coming down.”

“Yep.”

“Poor Judie. Rough day ahead.”

“Honestly, it’ll probably be a few days. A week, even.”

“Oof. Do you do this a lot?”

“Too much, probably.”

“Oh well,” she plonks back down to the rug and continues shoving things into her case. “At least I know you’re having fun over here. I’d be worried you’re suffering.”

“Do you worry about that?”

“Kind of.”

I laugh gently. “No, Jenny. I’m not suffering. Things are good.”

She struggles with the zip, and it rasps lowly against the bulk. “I was worried I wouldn’t like your friends, you know. I’m glad I met them, because they’re amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I wish they were my friends. Jonas is adorable. Elias too, so fun, and Dalia is probably the coolest girl I ever met in my life. I never got to ask her what part of America she comes from.”

“Pittsburgh.”

“I dunno where that is.”

“Nowhere close to where I grew up.”

“You sound different when you talk to her.”

Turning my head is an effort, and the room lurches a little. Later, I’ll probably be so dizzy that standing up feels like getting off the waltzers. “How so?”

“Your accent gets more American. Did you know that?”

“No.”

“Well, it does. I suppose when you’re talking to someone from the states you kind of copy what they’re doing, or something. It’s just funny, because you weren’t like that at home.”

“With dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s not like I really talk to him, is it?”

She pauses thoughtfully. “Well, I’ve heard you say ‘okay’ to him a few times.”

“Hm,” I say. “Well, maybe I’ll lose my Irish accent while I’m here.”

“Would you like to?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

I shut my eyes in the hopes it will stave off the wave of dizziness that comes over me. My temples throb gently with the onset of a headache. I half listen as Jen goes on about how great my friends are, Jonas, Elias, Dalia. Perhaps she’s hoping I won’t notice who she has left out, but she is wrong. 

“What did you think of Astrid?” I say, and she pauses, just for a beat, before answering with enormous enthusiasm. 

“Oh, she’s gorgeous. You were right. Even better in person than in the pictures.”

“Yeah.” I roll on my side. “She’s incredible looking, I know, but… like, did you like her?”

“Of course I did.”

“Yeah?”

“She’s so nice.”

I hesitate. Astrid isn’t that nice. At least it’s not a word I would use to describe her ahead of something like intelligent, confident, shrewd. Out of all the traits she has that I admire, I couldn’t say her niceness is something that sticks out. It’s not important to me, and I require it from her. Nice isn’t untrue, exactly, but it's not a real answer.

“Your opinion is really important to me,” I say, and she busies herself in her backpack, double checking for her phone charger and passport. 

“No, I mean it,” she says distractedly. “She seems to care a lot about you, and that’s the main thing, you know what I mean?”

On my elbow now, I look at her, pulling things out of her bag and shoving them back in, and my anxiety rises. I wanted our dinner to go a little better, sure, and they could have hit it off more than they did, but Astrid is Astrid. She’s a tough nut to crack at the first meeting. It takes a while for her to warm up, to get comfortable. She takes some getting used to. 

“I know things were a bit awkward there, when we were talking about school, and she didn’t have anything to say and all that.”

She waves this off. “No, it’s fine. She didn’t have to say anything. I was more worried about whether we were annoying her by talking about it so much.”

“I doubt it.”

“It’s alright, like, she doesn’t need to have the same humour as me.”

I frown. “Well, you and I have the same humour. In fact, we’re so alike that I thought you’d get along with her.”

“We got along.”

“But you weren’t bowled over.”

She sighs, “Jude, don’t make me talk myself into an awkward position.”

“I’m not doing that. I’m just wondering what you thought.”

“Yeah, but it’s like you’re not accepting my answer.”

“You haven’t answered.”

“I have. I said she’s nice.”

“Yeah, but like, ‘nice’ is a non-answer.”

“She’s not what I expected, right? But there’s nothing wrong with that. I just always thought you’d prefer to go out with a girl that laughed at the same things as you, or was silly and goofy, or, I don’t know, less… severe. I’ll meet Astrid again, and I’m sure I’ll be bowled over. We just didn’t have a lot of time to get to know each other. It was only a few hours, and, I dunno, Jonas was there too, and I was talking to him, mostly.”

“I–” I decide to ignore the first part about the girls I supposedly like. “Well, I hope so. I’d be pretty sad if my girlfriend and my best friend didn’t get along.”

“Everyone is friendly here.”

“Right.”

“I can tell you don’t believe me.”

I sigh reluctantly, and fall back onto the bed. My headache makes my brain slosh against the inside of my skull. “Jenny, I do. I believe you,” I say. “And I’m glad you like her. It’d be really fucking shit for me if you didn’t.”

“Well, I do.”

“I’m glad.”

“Good.”

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[pbandjesse]

It's 2024! It is the first of the year. I have always been of the mind that how you spend the first day of the year sets the tone for the rest of the year. And I think I did a good job setting myself up for a good year.

Last night we all got ready with our shoes on. Poor James was falling asleep but they got up and shook it off. They waited in the hall and at midnight they came in and made me laugh and gave me a new years kiss. Then we kissed Sweetp on his little head.

We would hang out and talk and try to see some of the fireworks we could hear. I would be up until around 2 just texting with Celia and poking around on my phone. But I would fall asleep and slept pretty well.

I woke up at 830 without an alarm. James wasn't home yet. But that was okay. I would slowly get up and started to get ready for the day. I changed my mind about what I wanted to wear. And James texted me that they would be back soon. They were stopping for donuts. And as I was finishing my makeup James was coming in the door.

We had donuts and coffee and orange juice and talked about the day. This would be a calm one. We would put the Christmas decorations away. Go walk around Loch Raven reservoir. Just enjoy the day.

While James was getting cleaned up I got my temperature blanket started. I figured out that each row uses a little under 4.5 feet of yarn. This is excellent data and will make doing the two colors a day way easier to handle. I am also going to leave longer tails so they will more easily weave in, which was a problem last time. I am glad I can learn from the past mistakes.

These rows take a lot less time. So I was ready very quickly to jump into helping James take down the Christmas decor. They had brought down all the boxes from our storage closet and I decided I would sort those for each season. I got some totesbags so it'll be easier. When we move I want to get bins with lids but this works for now.

We have a lot of holiday decor but I think we did a good job packing it up in a reasonable way. And it was nice getting to see all of our stuff and talk to my husband. They packed up all of our ornaments in little boxes so it will all be safe.

The mantel still has lots of stuff on it but I think it looks sad and empty. It's not empty but it's not as nice. But it doesn't make sense to do to much decorating so we did not do more then just tidy it up.

I felt very lightheaded at this point so I laid on the couch. James put the boxes away with only a little help from me. But I felt so winded and uncomfortable that I needed some time.

But once I was doing okay we would each have a little lunch. I had an egg salad sandwich and James had nachos. And when we both felt good and ready, we bundled up to go for a drive.

It was very grey out today. A little drizzle but it was light enough that it didn't matter.

We got out to the reservoir and it was so pretty. I was sad that the water wasn't frozen but with how warm it's been I am not surprised. I really enjoyed holding hands with James and watching the water and seeing the birds. There was a family feeding all the geese and ducks and seagulls. A few just absolutely beautiful ducks were there that were larger then mallards and that was really neat to see.

We would go and find a spot to walk down closer to the water and sat on a log. I just wanted to watch the little waves. A goose with some kind of angel wings syndrome came very close to us and I loved seeing them, even though I felt bad for them and wished I had something to give them. Maybe next time we'll bring a bag of peas. I would enjoy that.

We wandered for a bit longer but I was still getting winded and was both cold and overheated. Love my big puffy coat but I get very hot very fast in there. But my ears were really cold and I wrapped my head with my scarf when we got back in the car.

We had a nice drive back. It started actually raining. I was happy to go home where it was warm.

The plan was for me and Jess to get on a video call to discuss our outfits for Disney. She was baking cookies and needed some time so I would get my laptop set up (which ended up failing and I had to usd my phone for our call), and started thinking about the outfits I have planned for each park.

Because I had a little bit of a plan Jess showed me her ideas first. And we were pretty close on a lot of what we are thinking. We don't want to match but we want the vibes to be the same. It was fun seeing what she was thinking and showing her my ideas. I am still unsure about my travel day outfits but that's okay. I have time to figure that out still.

She would get off the call to work on her cookies and think about her outfits. And I would photograph the outfits I had planned. The issue really is that we are going to Florida in the end of January and early February. Rain possible. What is the weather? Do I need many leggings? Will I be to hot or to cold??? No idea. So I have to bring a bunch of layers and stuff. The brainstorming continues. At least I know what I'm wearing for the parks.

Once I was done photographing everything I put it all back on hangers and did some work with my Disney pins. I hope we can do some pin trading because that seems super fun. Mom got us a whole bunch of pins. So I made up some lanyards. Left those in my suitcase so it would be safe.

James made us some food. We are both sick of eating out but we also don't have many microwavable foods so it's frustrating . Hopefully tomorrow we can get an answer about the stove. But in the mean time we are what we could.

I've been hanging out in bed watching videos and being cozy since then. I took pictures of my bear Edwin in his outfits. Hung those on hangers. Broke a hanger. But that was funnier because James made such a dramatic face when it happened.

Today was a good day. I am tired but I am happy. I am honestly really looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. I hope we have a lot to do and I can feel like I accomplished a whole bunch. For real. I just want to feel really busy, I think it will be good for me.

I hope you all had a beautiful day. And I hope tomorrow is better. Goodnight everyone. Until next time.

[p-artsypants]

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Blurb #6

Marinette was exhausted by the end and wanted nothing more than to collapse into her own bed. But she couldn’t, because she couldn’t go home. Her parents would be waiting for her, since it was almost dawn. They would have waken up to start the day, and gone to check on her. She couldn’t lie to them again. It wasn’t worth it. “Good job, My Lady,” Chat yawned again, his voice heavy with exhaustion. “Try to get some sleep, okay?” “You too, kitty. You did good tonight.” He saluted at her, before going home. He was likely too tired to notice the hesitation in her eyes. Ladybug circled back to the bakery, the sky in the distance starting to lighten with sunrise. The light was on in her bedroom. She didn’t land on her balcony. Instead, perched on a chimney to grab her bag, before vaulting away. “Mom, dad…I’m so sorry.” She whispered behind her as she dashed into the night. She had no where to go. No where enough money to rent anything, even for the night. Could she stay at a shelter? Or just under a bridge? It was cold, but she had packed a blanket. She came to rest on a big building with a wide open roof. Light from inside shone through a glass ceiling from the atrium, and Ladybug wandered over to look down. It was a department store. The one her family visited at Christmas. It was usually too expensive to shop at, but at Christmas, every inch of it was decorated. It was a wonderland that drew crowds from all over the world. Prairie Marécale. It was a place that held fond memories for Marinette and her family. Better times, when Ladybug was still fun and nothing was wrong. Ladybug sat at the edge of that glass ceiling and stared down the many floors to the first floor. She could see perfume and makeup kiosks aglow from the security lights. In a few hours, the employees would come and the store would burst with life. From the food court, to the home goods, to the kitchen ware, tourists and Parisians alike would scurry about. But how many of them would look up?

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[bacchicly]

List time...but surprise today is actually a good day! I just need to get things outta my head to make sure I get my timing right...

Ok so I just put a pork roast in for dinner and it is currently searing at 4:25.... Turn down to 350 in 13 mins.. (likely around the time I post this)

Veggies gonna be:

- canned cream corn (heat 5 mins before serving)

- apple sauce made with the apples I am roasting with the pork (fish out and smash - possibly add more apple - out when I take out the roast to rest)

- baked carrots and parsnips (5 start prep)

Personal To Do List (listed in order of priority)

Install new latch on cupboard under sink

Clean up/ practice demo I am doing tomorrow at work

Pack for prompt departure in the morning to work for presentation in the morning

Pack for trip I am taking later this week (this is shocking I am a throw things madly in a plastic bag madly before I leave person - which I hate)

Work clothing; IT; meds; toiletries; jewelry; makeup?; find damn sunglasses and things I need to drop off at head office

Further (spend an hour more?) on my new budget tracking spreadsheet - after trying other people's solutions and failing...I am trying attempt #4567923 to get on top of family finances. This time I am prioritising a blended bi-weekly/monthly approach that I sort of do naturally. I am also building it around my actual payweek schedule. And have "coded" it to analyse based on those patterns.... I.e. what happens when it is a 3 payweek month versus a 2 payweek month? What are 1st paycheck of the month expenses vs end of the month? We'll see if this time actually helps for awhile. Sigh. I suck at all of this. Oh well if nothing else...when you talk about working/middle/academic/artist class people funneling their money back into the economy instead of saving...and how important that can be... Well let's just say I see myself in that picture...and I am torn about how I feel about it. Money is a huge source of shame for me.

Re-attach eye patches on Stringbean - take photos and share

Ok so here's the timeline based on all that...I am only putting in the musts and then I am going to come back and fill in what I achieve:

It's 3pm (as I type) and I've turned down the oven:

1 am - sleep - alarm set for 7 am

Key time points working backwards:

1 am / 2 am... Who is counting

10ish - kid to sleep

11:30ish - husband home

Got kid to sleep by 10:20... Then tackled more work. Got it done eventually. We'll see how tomorrow goes.

6:30 - latest time to serve dinner

9:15 - drive to hockey & home

Helped with purple hair washing; but also did some work work. Didn't have to drive... Husband got ride.

8:00 to 9:00 - kid bath, jammies & reading

Fed people at 6:45...before that tried to do some work work but my computer needed charging so I did more on the family budget.

6:20 - call folks to wash hands, plate, choose documentary for dinner, cats in "cat jail" (we keep them out of the dinning area for fancier meals since they have terrible table manners)

6:15 - heat corn

6:00 - take out meat to rest and tackle applesauce

5:15 - carrots and parsnips in oven

Put parsnips & carrots in oven early. Now I have an hour to do some work. I wish I had an office.

5:00 - start carrot and parsnip prep

Work through personal to do list for 2.5 hours

Finished doing the latch...but I had to use armature wire to create a custom latch for the one side...apparently I should have bought a bigger latch.

3:20 - post my list

2:45 - write list

[baptistsuicidewidow]

Unpacking

I packed a bag for him to wear... favorite shirt, tie, glasses, wedding ring, jeans, underwear, socks, shoes,

-Word to the wise- DO NOT choose their favorite outfit for this. Pretty much ruins a quarter of your happy photos together. I wish I had known this, but nowadays I'm wishing I knew a lot of things I had no clue about.

I made the mistake of smelling his shirt, as a wife does. the 'Is this clean?' check, and BOOM-just instant sobs. His scent right here-like is he right here? He was indeed just here moments ago... My friend just held me like a baby and let me cry like one.

My introvert self getting business and condolences flooding the phone. Unpacking each message, and pausing to cry with so many others who were shocked across the internet. Soul winner. Father. Husband. A real '3 to thrive' Baptist. Never so much as listened to worldly music or watched worldly shows. No one saw this coming. I don't think he saw this coming, either.

They did him up. Not very well either.. The makeup was all yellow... His lips just yellow. A part of me was grateful it looked so unreal-so unlike him. This whole thing was so unlike him. They packed him up with whatever chemicals and somehow shlumped his favorite outfit over his cold, stiff frame. They packed him in the coffin we picked out-black and silver just like his favorite Bible with "Going Home" birds etched in the lace. He looked asleep from afar. His words about sleeping and not waking up come to mind every time when I think of the funeral scene. He didn't say it much. Like 2 times when he was super mad in the last month. I let him know how he didn't mean it, and how dumb it was to say (in light of our children)… I wish I knew. If only I knew.

I had to watch the nightmare of his mourning parents. Crying and staring at their dead son the entire time. Watching the coffin drop into the hole. Re-arranging the flowers on the top of the fresh dirt as if the flowers mattered (Google reviews said the local deer would eat them all by tomorrow). They all posed next to his grave and took group photos-their last complete family photo-only to have an empty chair or an empty slot in all the rest. The same thing applies for Isaiah and I too.

I've lost my husband, my home, and all family, save for my babies and my brother Josh. I was further surprised to lose 'Christian' friends, some of which even robbed the house while I was away.

I somehow fumbled through business thing after business thing. Meeting here, costs there, questions begging the answer with deadlines all swirling all around. Minutia peppered throughout. Meanwhile my peaceful routine being interrupted since August 27th. Here I sit a whole month later, finally able to read my 15 month old's books to him as we used to everyday. In the last month he has learned screaming, yelling, and disobeying. When it rains it pours... or screams at you while perusing the trashcan.

We packed up the 'suicide house'-I wanted to hurry that along in hopes it would help my waking nightmare to end. Being there, and doing normal things, just unnerved me further. I was tempted to call his name through the house, just to remember what that felt like. But helpers were constantly babysitting me, so I refrained. Little huge triggers were everywhere. Looking in the fridge, and seeing the last juice he bought for our Subway date around noon on September 3, 2023... only for him to be dead around 10:30am September 4, 2023. Shivers and shudders.

I found more shirts that held his smell and put them in a big Ziploc bag, and then in another Ziploc bag. I haven't been ready to open them, but I was thinking maybe there would be a day I would need to. Most of the rest of his clothes got donated to Goodwill. They went back to where they came from-we just borrowed them for a bit.

Little by little the entire house got packed, sold, stolen, donated, trashed, or gifted. It felt like Jeremiah had exploded. His life had exploded into so many places, and I was left with the scraps of what we were working towards. We had mostly good times with a few bad times. Like 6 bad nights out of the 945 days we knew each other. 3 of which were in the last month he was alive. With little to no warning, there's no way to know just how long he wanted to be unalive. In his last months he kept his feelings packed and his private thoughts to himself. He would speak out loud while holding back comments, mistaking me for someone else. Why was he so muzzled and muffled? I have my suspicions for why, but I don't think I'll know this side of heaven exactly.

Here we are a week after moving. I divvied up belongings into storage vs. everyday, yet amidst it all I find random triggers hidden in my stuff. I've learned to compartmentalize his painful nostalgic things... save them for an extra rainy day. And during the packing the moving the unpacking the drama and the paperwork, there is this Niagara Falls sensation in my chest that will not go away, no matter how much I pray for God to heal my heart, or forgive my husband for what he's done, or forgive me for however I may have contributed, or forgive others for anything they might've done,... despite it all the heaviness of sad just rests inside me every waking moment. It reminds me all the day long that something is not right. That something is deeply wrong. Half of me is decaying and buried 24.5 miles North of where we live now.

So I resort to listening to podcasts for Suicide Loss Survivors, and creative outlets are highly recommend. Someone said, "Grief is just a lot of love with nowhere to go". I love you, Jeremiah Joldes. I wish we could wake up from whatever prolonged coma nightmare this has been, and have another hug and some more cuddles. For the time being I will try to unpack all this pain. I've heard it lasts a lifetime. God, please help me get through this.

[0fwhitelotus]

You know the person that tells you "Please hold while we connect you to a live representative. All calls will be monitored" before you get to talk to anyone? Ever wonder if they were really monitored or was it for safety purposes? Well they are monitored, at least the hospital calls are and that was is exactly what my job entails. Sometimes the calls would get emotional lasting up to 30 minutes long or they could be short lasting only 20 minutes. It never mattered how long they took, when I was finished with each call, writing down word for word it would take me at least an hour each call to get that manuscript written. It paid well even if I always felt like I was intruding on peoples privacy. They talked and I listened and I never had to step foot in an ER again. The grit. The gore. The lives being put in your hand was all but getting to me and I needed a change of pace. Grant didn't like most of my work was done at gome but he also didn't have to see half the things I did not mentioning the grueling hours.

I used to have an office. I could sit at my desk all day long just typing my little heart out. Listening to the sound of my clacking keyboard always brought this comfort to me. I liked to think I was a fast typer but the truth was I was about as fast as everyone else around the nurses station. We all worked from 3 days on to 3 days off and those long nights of 6pm till 4am. Coming in with our book bags and large coffees. Putting our lunches in the break room fridge and sometimes our lunches getting stolen to the lunch theives. Five years ago it was a normal workspace but ever since the pandemic it seemed there were more people filling up the hospital and less moments gettting in air in your lungs. There were however people quitting and collecting unemployment which I was sure was running out or had run out months if not years ago. I hadn't stepped foot back in my happy little hobbit hole I called my workspace for five years now and I loved being able to have my little office in our condo though I was getting even more excited by the day of the thought of having a bigger work room and have a place for family instead of them having to stay in a little room that was so cramped with work files. I was ready to expand. But truth be told I did miss the routine of getting ready for work five days out of the week, the rush, helping people, healing people. Getting nice scrubs for work, putting on makeup, and packing lunches for myself every evening. I missed having coworkers that I could share a laugh with, we do text or call each other still but it wasn't the same as seeing them walk past your curtain as you stitched up your last patient for the day. As I get older I kind of like the whole routine thing so when I started to get into a rut at home, I started making little routines for myself. Treating my at home work just like if I were to go out and work, only difference was that I could wear or chose to not do my makeup if I didn't feel like it. Boring I know but it was a change in me I was liking. I was liking the simple little life and my husband got to reap the benefits like me being home meant homemade dinners to come home to every night.

I can't say that every dinner was a hit or that I didn't burn most meals when I first started because cooking was Grant's thing. I decided I need to take over the wifely duties and give my poor chef husband a break for once. First few months I thought I was going to take over the kitchen and be Julia Child, even Julia burned her first meals I was sure or that she didn't know what she was doing sometimes. I was bound to become the modern day Julia, even now I wasn't the best cook but the burning segments were getting fewer and far between. My saintly husband ate every meal and never once complained.

Hearing the front door shut from downstairs I knew Grant must be home. I shut my computer down for the day and threw on my sweater that hung loosely on the back of my chair. I skipped down the stairs happily till I heard a second voice, a female voice. One step at a time in clean white socks that kept my footsteps quiet. I could hear her giggling and telling "him" to stop. I remember calling out to Grant and stepping onto the last step to find my husband in mid-embrace with a very blonde and busty woman who was half dressed now.

"Alora?! What are you doing home? Where is the car?" He asked clearly flustered with his hands on his hips and breathing heavily.

"My sister needed to borrow it...What is...Going on here? Wait!" I held up my hand to silence him before he could tell me the obvious. I knew what he was doing, I knew this scenario. "Don't. Never mind." I started climbing the stairs, back to my room, hearing Grant following behind me.

"Allie, I can explain!" He chased after me. I whipped around and kept my hand up backing up into our bedroom.

"Don't. Just...Don't." I said slamming the door in his face. I could hear my mom as I threw shirts and jeans into a duffel bag as fast as I could:

"Oh, Allie every marriage has their up's and downs. Your dads and my marriage was not perfect." It was like she was in the room with me. Telling me to stick it out because she adored Grant, hell I adored and loved the man till I saw him tearing some blondes clothes off in our own home. What did this mean now? Were we going to get a divorce? Was our plans for Tennessse put on hold or just going to fall through? How long had he been doing this? How long had I been blind to his wandering eyes?

[theoodles]

**Friday, January 3, 2025**

Ugh, another Friday. I woke up this morning with the best intentions of WFH-ing, you know, like a normal person. But of course, with Faf's boss breathing down her neck, we were all summoned to the office. An email came through not even an hour later saying the higher-ups changed their minds and were WFH-ing after all. By that point, I was already halfway through my makeup routine. So, office it was.

At least I had something to look forward to - my new black Friday jumper! I paired it with my favorite mustard pleated skirt, and for a second, I actually felt...put together. That tiny spark of joy almost made the pointless commute worth it. Almost.

Speaking of commutes, did I mention I absolutely loathe going up to level 50? Twice the lift changes, just fantastic. The only saving grace was Linzy from technicals. Bless her soul, she waltzed in with the most glorious nasi lemak for breakfast. Best. Friend. Ever.

Faf, the mini-boss (seriously, who came up with that title?), had to remind me about the WIO and WFH (no details needed). Apparently, even though I came in for half a day, it counts as a full WFH day used up. Whatever. You win some, you lose some, right?

Packing up my bag, I couldn't help but get a little giddy about the facial. It's my one true indulgence, even if the cost and those pesky subscription packages do make my wallet weep a little. But hey, self-care is important, right?

By the time I was done getting pampered, it was already time to become 'Mommy Taxi' and pick up the kids. Such is the life, I suppose. We grabbed dinner on the way back - hubby was already home, bless him, he arrived this morning (thank goodness for flexible schedules!).

As I sit here now, reflecting on the day, I realize that despite the annoyances - the pointless office trip, Faf’s micromanaging - there's this immense sense of gratitude. Grateful for this little haven I call home, grateful for the crazy, messy people I call my family. Because at the end of the day, that's all that truly matters.

Later.

N.

[t-am-i-the-asshole]

AITA for making my sister pay me back for throwing out my daughter's bra?

Right now, we're hosting my sister and her family because their home was damaged by Hurricane Helene.

There are some rules in place: be respectful of our living space, her sons are not allowed in my daughter Thea's room,and as soon as the repairs are done, they are out of here.

Her sons broke one of the rules when they went in Thea's room and went through her things. They found one of Thea's special compression bras. Thea has been doing theater ever since she was little. The compression bra looks like a tank top and she uses it if she is playing a boy or a young girl and has to flatten her chest to better look the part.

Their mom found it and threw it away.

We didn't realize this until Thea was packing her theater bag for play practice and realized it was missing. This is not great because she's starring as Viola in her school's production of "Twelfth Night."

Thea buys most of her theater stuff like makeup and costumes and the bra was pretty expensive, $50.

I told my sister she needed to pay us back so we can replace it. My sister refuses because she says she isn't doing well financially and how dare I demand a homeless woman pay for her boys being boys. Not to mention, she doesn't think it's appropriate for her to have something like that.

Our mom, who has always been soft on Judy, thinks we're being too harsh since she's a single mom who doesn't have a home right now. I just want my daughter's stuff replaced, is that too much to ask? AITA?

Edit: To answer some frequently asked questions:

-Why won't my mom take them in? She lives in a retirement community that doesn't allow anyone under the age of 65. I'm not sure if temporary stays are ok, but if she let them live with her then she runs the risk of getting evicted.

-I don't know how much damage was done to the bra itself. Thea's room was pretty trashed. We're talking clothes left on the floor, spilled perfume, and messing with a display shelf full of some of her old Disney dolls.

-All I know is that Judy saw the boys messing with the bra, thought it was another kind of breast binder, and threw it away.

-We got locks installed for Thea's room, along with our son and my husband's "man cave" after we found out the boys messed with his stuff.

-Why did I let them in? I've hosted other family and friends during previous hurricanes and never ran into this problem, maybe someone's kids got into Thea's costumes but no harm no foul. I've always been raised to help others, especially family, in their time of need, but this has me wanting to set up boundaries now.

-Judy and her kids are going to have to find a new place to stay. I'm just waiting for my hubby to come home from work. We may need one of his friends for backup just in case.

-I can't believe I forgot this. The boys are 8 and 6.

[crazygirl0152]

(Here’s my finished drawing) Title:”Gonzales sisters face the Nephilim and the family”

Kalos, Elizabeth’s penthouse 3:00 PM nobody’s POV

The sisters are packed up to go unova to apologize the champion, elite-four and gym leaders in person as GIF after they apologize in 4 regions by past months including their work schedule hours so Eliza said “Good thing I did pay the tickets since noon hours ago so we all know what we can do.” Melissa is about to agree with her sister but the maid interrupted their conversation “Um Lady Eliza and Melissa Mr nephilim is already here with his family but they’re at living room so they wanted to talk to you both.” Eliza just said “>Sigh< I’ll come down with my sister.” The sisters went down to the living room.

Living room

Gonzales sisters saw the nephilim and his family which is they’ve been guessed but eliza said in usual “Oh Mr Nephilim >Chuckles< it’s been awhile.” So he said “Evening Elizabeth and Melissa I see you two together full grown up but very beautiful.” As the man compliments the two then Melissa said “Thank you Mr Nephilim Now what’s the problem with us?” Eliza said to remind them “I thought I was very clear about this to I never show my face with my sister in your home region again.” Grimsley says “We aware of this Liz but your sister and you are decent people then more importantly we want is…” grimsley lets the older sister says “So what do you want? Because me and my sister have the best of best qualities as business, pleasure and alliance enterprises.” Nephilim gives an offer to only just Eliza says “Yes right… all we want is you start convincing your fans and people by the truth to stop all this pariahs in our home region and other regions cause it’s getting out of control because of you.” Eliza is spellbound and shocked by his answer but the older sister said “! I kinda did overboard with my minions and colleagues in orders to make the pariahs a living hell same way I had suffered in trauma.” Nephilim is angry with Eliza and said “Here is the deal with you, world’s strongest woman and acrobat by the next morning you’re gotta go up in stage and tell everyone the real truth if you don’t obey this I’ll never give you my autograph.” Eliza did wanted that autograph from piers’s dad so she had gave in for first time in sad tone so he can hear it “Ok sir.” Nephilim grabbed her hair and face besides her height is 8,1 then says “Good oh one last thing after you tell everyone about you did I suggest you and your sister quit this ‘Killing all team organizations’ operation by mission.” The sisters had no choice to obey Nephilim by plan

Next morning Elizabeth’s Hideout 7:00 AM

As Elizabeth, in her favorite cashmere goddess dress(Skunktank) did order her minions to live video when she told everyone by internet and social media as real truth about little overboard to make pariahs a living hell and rest is history when the video ended minions are curious and ask Eliza “?:Hey boss why the long face?” Eliza announced “Minions and fellow workers this is our last and goodbye I’m closing down mission and operation’Killing all team organizations’ forever because people are going haywire about me and my sister for what we did and our control but for now you all pack your bags for your new lives.” The minions and fellow workers are very understanding so they left to leave the sisters alone in their hideout where they found arecus holy water in lifetime supply. Eliza is depressed by dismissal, falling her knees, and laid down her black rose flower bed as Nephilim and his family is little happy except the sisters are depressed with sadness when they feel sympathy while the rest is to comfort Melissa so piers went to Eliza to comfort but his shock of her eyesight is lifeless then her makeup is ruined “Mornin’ Liz and you did well but my dad says he’s sorry about last night and he went too harsh.” Eliza says in little smile while her eyes still lifeless “It’s okay piers and Mr nephilim but it’s all clear now and out of bag then me and my sister will get it over in 3 days.” But piers don’t want to wait anymore and says while carcass her face “Elizabeth! I can’t stand you sad like this and I do like the real you as kid so please don’t take pity and overwork yourself too hard but it’s not okay and healthy for you to do everything then I’m asking you as friend…no…a boyfriend!” Eliza realized and her eyes are full of life but immediately hugs the father and son gently then piers loosen the hair bun and then saw longest black/hair but straight mixed with curly. However Nephilim says “It’s official now Eliza I insist you have surgery today.” Eliza ask “What surgery?” The father replied “Muscle/fat liposuction.” Eliza reluctantly as first about doctors but she agreed to his opinion then grimsley told Nephilim in last night that Eliza, world’s strongest woman is too good to destroy everyone who has debts but never ending killing machine so she had no choice to retire even though despite the sisters had Pokémon circus birth tattoos one is on the tummy and the other is the back on the neck.

The end.

[muwapsturniolo]

✯𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫✯

IN WHICH… we experience a rather aggressive argument between a toxic couple.

WARNINGS... yelling, swearing, pushing, mentions of drugs, mentions of stripping, asshole/toxic!chris, toxic!reader, mentions of disrespecting mothers, smut.

"Fuck you nigga! "

"Nah fuck you bitch!"

"Fuck you! You got me fucked up!"

Chris rolls his eyes and goes to spark a blunt, irritated with the whole situation. He doesn't even know how this argument started, one minute the home was quiet, and the next they are down each other's throats.

But it was nothing new.

Hearing Y/n in the bathroom talking shit about Chris to herself irks him even more.

"I'm so fucking tired of these emotionally ungrateful ass bitches"

"Shut the fuck up Chris!" Y/n shouts from the bathroom, Chris still going on.

"-Unstable, confrontational ass dumb bitches!" His voice gets louder as he purposely eggs her on, knowing it will only piss her off even more. "You always want to bring me down even when I'm trying to do right, I been told you we could go our own separate fucking ways and move on with our lives!"

Y/n storms out of the bathroom, tears running down her face, messing up her makeup for work. She has the nastiest look on her face as she bends down in Chris's face.

"Trying to do right? Fuck you, you always want to have a pity party! I'm not gon' show up! On some Outkast shit, you like to act like your shit don't stank, motherfucker grow up!" Chris jumps up from his seat and pushes her back, making her stumble but she keeps going.

"You always late for shit-" She motions to the bills on the table,"-won't buy shit, sit around and just deny shit! You always wanna fuck another bitch then mess up my shit!" She pushes him back.

"What? Fuck up your shit? You're tweaking the fuck out! You must be bleeding or some more shit! I don't know shit about that!" Chris lies through his teeth. He knew what Y/n was screaming about.

It was no secret he would cheat on her and come back home and lay in the same bed, begging for sex to make himself feel better only to through off her PH.

"You on some ho shit don't try to lie! See I don't know why you like playing mind games with me-what the fuck are you on about?!- Bitch I'm not slow or ditzy, I know when you're being distant, I know when you fake busy and out here cheating!"

Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion, "You're fucking tweaking! Who's the one that got you that big ass chain?"

"And who is the one that totaled a car in my name?" Y/n shoots back as she snatches off the chain and throws it at his chest.

"You think I'm going to kiss your ass or something?'' Y/n laughs and brushes past him, getting ready to walk into the bedroom. "Nah you a lame nigga, fuck you."

"You know what? Fuck you bitch!"

"No, fuck you nigga!"

The two stand there in the middle of the dining room screaming and cursing at each other once more.

Realizing she's going to be late for work, she pushes past him and walks into the bedroom, Chris hot on her heels.

"I've wasted too much of my time and energy trying to be good to you. I've lost friends and family, gained more enemies because of you! I got bitche showing up to my job, keying up my car because of you! I should have listened to my momma and moved back!"

Chris scoffs and crosses his arms at her words, "Oh and all that's my fault? You're resulting in guilt or power tripping? I held your ass down!" She whips towards him, stabbing her finger in his chest.

"You were the one who kept me down there's a big difference! I stay stressing myself out trynna figure out why I'm not good enough! going to church, praying for you, searching for good in us! little dick ass nigga that's trynna go big-" She scoffs and turns around to finish packing her work bag.

"But you were sucking this dick though." Chris chides in a snobby tone.

"Well I should have sucked his." Chris roughly grabs her arm, turning her around and shoving her against the wall.

"What did you say?" He squints at her, trying to make sure he heard her correctly.

"I should have found a bigger dick!" she claps in his face, bushing past him to grab her things. "Man shut the fuck up saying that dumb ass shit!"

"Ahaaa you're mad, little feeling is shot!"

She laughs as she walks out of the room with her things. "Go text that raggedy bitch and tell her you're all that she's got. Let her know that you're packing your shit and have to be gone by the first." She grabs her keys off the counter, but Chris is quick to snatch them out of her hand.

"Give me these fucking keys, you're not leaving!"

"Give me my keys, I'm going to be late to work!" She shouts in annoyance. "What that job as a stripper? Man fuck that, today's gonna be the day you walk to that bitch!"

"Give me my keys!" She feels her anger finally reaching its peak, all the arguing finally getting to her.

"Nah I like seeing the car parked in this bitch."

"Give me my fucking keys!" She shouts loudly and reaches for the clanking metal in his hands. Chris quickly moves them out of her reach, laughing in her face as she did to him earlier. "ahaaa now you mad at me! I got you hollering for nothing!"

"I do the same when we fucking!" She snips back quickly.

"That's why your shit loose!"

"That's why I act like I'm cumming!"

"I'd rather fuck off the juice!"

"I'd rather fuck on your cousin"

Chris shoves her into the wall once again, her bag falling out of her arms and onto the floor. He was already angry but the gleam in his eye was different now. Y/n knows she fucked up, but she's not going to back down.

"Bitch what the fuck did you just say?" Chris asks getting in her face.

"You heard me, it ain't nothing. Fuck you!"

It's the same cycle, both of them throwing around the phrase "fuck you" back and forth, both of them headstrong and not wanting to back down.

Chris finally backs away, sitting down on the couch and getting ready to spark a blunt. "I don't even know why I fuck with you."

"I'll be damned if I'm stuck with you!" she shouts back, tears forming in her eyes once more. She can feel herself getting ready to break down

"I'm changing my number and ducking off on you bitch." He says calmly as if they weren't just arguing. "Whatever is comfortable bitch." She says throwing one of the couch pillows at him and knocking the blunt out of his hand. Chris smacks his lips and glares up at her.

"This the shit that couples do? I should have thought twice bout cuffin you." He knows his words hurt her, the way her tears finally spill over her waterline.

"Fuck you, you dirty and broke!"

"And you're goofy and gullible, that's your own fault."

Y/n scoffs and gets in his face, "All those insecurities you have? Won't mind fuck me. You're a womanizer and got no affection from your momma I see." Chris jumps up getting in her face.

"Don't speak on my mom, what the fuck is your problem bitch?"

"Oh fuck her, that bitch doesn't like me!"

"She literally helped you out, got you a car!"

"And she used the shit to throw in my face! I just find it funny how you can't apologize to me, all this is your fault! you're egotistical, narcissistic, and you're a liar bro!"

Y/n feels as if she's losing her mind, not thinking straight at all. she never used to be like this, not until Chris.

"See you're the reason that strong women are fucked up! Why they say it's a man's world! Overlooked, Underpaid, Under-booked, always shamed-" she's going off on a tangent that doesn't even make sense to Chris. He knows he broke her down, making her lose every ounce of dignity and clear mind she had.

"What the fuck are you on abo- I'm flawed, I'm pained, never yours, but I remain! You're the reason bitches start fucking bitches, tired of broke bum niggas that'll never change. You're the reason bitches start calling yall bitches, cause yall useless-alright bro" Chris rubs over his face in exhaustion.

"Said I'm tired of these emotional-ass, ungrateful-ass bitches Fake innocent, fake feminist, stop pretendin'. Let's talk the truth, women in general just can't get along. When Tasha got a man you stopped answering the phone!"

Y/n smacks his hat off of his head and tries to walk away but Chris holds her in place, gripping her arm harshly.

" What the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" She breathes out in annoyance. Chris continues to glare down at her, "Never mind, bitch, I'm walkin' out." Despite his words, he stays in place, his once angry eyes now looking at her with lust. Y/n recognizes the change and slowly begins to relax but keeps up her facade.

"Whatever, nigga, I'm off you now," Chris turns them around so her back is facing the couch, a smirk now on his face. "Yo' evil ass kept me well in doubt," He begins to kiss her neck, his smirk getting bigger as she cranes her neck to give him more room. "Pussy nigga, best watch your mouth" She mumbles in annoyance.

"Pussy and mouth is all you got," He taunts, already pulling her shirt over her head. She allows him to do so, pulling him closer. "Lay this pussy back on the couch." She breathes out as he attacks her neck. "Doggie style, then you get on top" Chris rasps as he pushes her forward onto the couch.

It's not long before they are both naked, Chris rutting against her in a frenzy. She moans loudly at his brutal pace.

She hates arguing with him, but the hate sex was always good, too good to give up. She knew she was dumb for staying with him, dealing with antics on the daily. All her friends and family told her she was dumb, but deep down she loved him.

"Fucking bitch, fuck you." He groans between his thrusts.

"F-fuck you!" she rebuttals with a whine. Chris grunts and pushes her deeper into the couch.

The couple continues their arguing during their hate sex, both of them feeding off the anger and pleasure radiating between them. they knew the cycle they were in was toxic, they knew as long as they stayed together, it was never going to end. they were addicted to each other, addicted to the anger, addicted to the high it brought them.

they knew they both had flaws that were tearing themselves and each other apart. Both of them deflecting and blaming it on the other, but at the end of the day, they were going to cry together, sleep together, be together, hate each other, and love each other all at the same time.

i lowkey hate this, and i hate the ending but i wanted to put this out because i love this song.

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 🍑: @mattslolita @thenickgirl @guccifrog @luverboychris @zayyluvz @mrsmiagreer @chrisssluttywaist @78yaz @hoesformatt @freshloveforthefit @3lizaluvs @mattsturniolosgirlfriend @jetaimevous @luxy-nyx @ts-is-my-spirt-animal @iihrtsturniol0 @idontexistman @katw4shereee @madisturn @starlace111 @zivall @adoreindie @imwetforyourmom @sturnsxplr-25 @sturncakez @theyluvme-2315 @moonk1ss3d @@babyalliah-777 @sturniololol @oliviasturniolo21 @ariithereyet @blahbel668

[sinlessfawn]

fight between me & mom, a day out w/ my friend

today i was supposed to go out with my friend to another town to make a picknick, i was getting ready in the late-morning, did my makeup & hair and was about to pack my bag and dress up when my mom came storming into the room about me having a total mess in my room... she yelled and made me cry, i cleaned everything up, and then cried and cried until my makeup was smudged. i was having self-harm urges but told myself not to be stupid. i knew i would regret it after... so i texted my friend that im not going anywhere but she talked me into going anyways. i did my makeup again and got ready in 30 minutes and went to take the train.

i arrived in the town and i went to the square where we were supposed to meet up. she came by bus and we hugged! i don't often hug ANYONE unless they're from my family... i don't like being touched at all, so if i hug you or let you hug me, you have to be special. shes a nice friend, we have the same taste in music, and similar humor ^_^ we found a spot and made a candy salad. it was cherry gummies, sour watermelon candy and peach rings... we also had sour cream chips and some ice tea. we filmed some tiktoks and and took pictures, then we went to the city cause the bugs were biting us... ouch! i bought a small blue slushie and she got a cheese pizza. both were tasty. then we sat under a big tree and waited for her bus to arrive. after she went home, i headed to the train station and waited for my train... my phone was only on 3% so that was really risky...

also found out that my colleagues at work don't like me. well, maybe they just think im weird. i know it cause my friend told me. she said that they think im working really slow, and that i don't drink or eat anything and im not greeting them... well of course im slow cause i have never worked at any job before! especially this one... in a kitchen. also, its none of their business if i don't eat/drink. and yes im a little shy cause i don't like meeting people that im not close with... i've only worked there for 5 days so i barely know anyone... sigh.

i hope it gets better. tomorrow i have a day off so ill probably stay up late tonight and watch my favorite show - house md.

thats it for today! sending lots of love to those who need it. bye!

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