#it was funny because I swear it wasn't there before I got in the shower but it definitely was when I got out

[nozo-muu]

OUT OF REACH

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Male Reader, Ian Gallagher x Male Reader (both are separate, no proships up in this bitch)

Best friend’s brother trope and a little bit of jealous best friend. Not an established relationship.  

Summary: Lip and you get caught cuddling by Ian when he comes back from being out.

Cw: NSFW, Mentions of sex, Oral (Reader receiving), Use of the f slur (censored), Swearing, (let me know if there is more)

Author’s note: This is a follow-up to my last fic. I changed the narrator's voice because I realized too late that I wrote that one in the third person, not the second. Let me know what you prefer and if you like me using my OC as the male lead instead of a male reader.

Again, this is inspired by my Oc and scenarios of my Dr. 

"You only call me on the weekends, you only love me when we're freaking"

(I literally have a song for most of the scenarios so yeah...)

The door flung open, which startled you both. The room was dark and you both were lying together, with Lip’s head on your chest, and shirtless, which wasn’t a good look in front of your best friend Ian, especially for Lip.

“YOU HAVE TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” 

Lip immediately shot up, trying to act like he wasn't just cuddling you, which didn’t accomplish anything.  

“Really? With this shithead? You couldn't have chosen someone that wasn't from my family?” Ian exclaimed. 

He had a point… Why the fuck would you decide to sleep with the brother of one of your bestest friends? Yeah, he was hot as fuck, but that wasn't an excuse. With your looks and charm, you could have pulled anyone else if you wanted to. And making out in the Gallagher house, the house without privacy? Really? Not your brightest moment, that's for sure.

“We weren’t doing anything, I swear” Lip added, trying to ease the tension, obviously skipping over your little shower fun.

“Yeah, we were just chilling.”

“Shirtless and without pants, might I add” Ian retorted. 

Touché. 

“Homies chill together like this all the time, it’s no big deal.” Now why the hell would you say that? You know no one does that. 

Ian snorts, “Yeah right…”

He wasn't really mad at you, to be honest, he found it almost funny how his straggot pussy-wipped of a brother had ended up sleeping with his best friend. Food for thought, that was for sure. 

“I’m gonna go for a smoke.” Lip said, trying to evade the vicinity. 

Ian turns to him. 

“You could have at least told me to not come home for a while, so as to not walk in on your little…fun.” 

Lip rolls his eyes at him, sliding past him and almost rolling down the stairs by how badly he wanted to get out of that room. 

Ian turns back to you. You were still lying there, in your boxers, almost frozen by the absurdity of the situation. His eyes roamed your body, looking you up and down. He couldn’t deny it, you looked amazing like that. 

“My brother? Really?” Ian said, sighing.

“Look, I don't know. Honestly, I don’t understand how this happened.” Of course you knew, really well. But you weren’t about to tell Ian any of it. “We just got caught up in the heat of the moment…” False, once again. 

“Honestly, I don’t care, I’m just surprised by him. It turns out the asshole also likes cock.” He sat down on the bed, glancing at you. “Although it’s true that yours isn't half bad.”

You throw a pillow at his face. 

“For fucks sake, Ian.”

“What? You can fuck my brother but I can’t joke about when we did it?”

“I didn’t fuck him! Nor did he fuck me! WE. DIDN’T. DO. ANYTHING.”

He eyes you up and down, not quite convinced by your story and trying to ignore his growing erection. Seeing you barely clothed really did turn him on.

“Fuck it”, he thought to himself, “it’s not like we haven’t before”. 

He scooted over a little, placing his hand on your naked thigh. 

You glance at him with a questioning look.

“That means you’re quite pent up then…”

“You can’t be serious.” You say while looking at him, bewildered.

“Oh, I am.” He shifts in front of you, now on his knees. “May I?”

You roll your eyes at him, but ultimately oblige, blushing a little. 

“Fine.” 

With that green light, he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses on your thighs and over your boxers. Oh, how he loved the scent of your cologne, of your body, of you.

As he continued, still caressing your thigh with one hand, the other having already traveled to your torso, he could feel your member growing. 

Your hands went down to his short hair, gently brushing your fingers through it, which sent a shiver down his spine. 

He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, just enough so that he could start stroking himself while he focused on you. 

The precum had already started showing through your boxers, which was enough of a cue for Ian to tug at the hem to take them off, revealing your member. 

Gosh, how he loved it. Granted, it wasn’t as big as his, but something about yours mesmerized him. And the sounds you made, those grunts of pleasure and your breathless curses… Gosh, he went feral when he heard those. 

He moved his attention back to your thighs while slowly leaving kisses closer and closer to the shaft. 

“Ian…” You whispered breathless. 

He knew what that meant, he knew you wanted it. He loved having that effect on people, especially on you. 

He started sucking at the base, slowly going up the length. He kept going up and down, licking and leaving little pecs on your member. He went up one final time, this time taking you into his mouth, still stroking himself in the process. He was enjoying this…

His tongue swirled around your head periodically, making you squirm in pleasure. Your hands were still on his hair, caressing his head while he sucked you off. 

He kept bobbing his head up and down until you both were approaching climax.

“Ian… I’m close” you breathed out, looking down. 

He was stroking himself faster and faster now, being almost there himself. He grunted in acknowledgment, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. 

He kept sucking until he felt it in his mouth… The sensation immediately making him cum on his hand. 

He got up, grabbed a tissue and wiped his hand. The bastard was smirking. 

“Happy? How’s that for an apology?” You asked.

“Apology accepted, but again, I wasn’t mad.” He said, smiling. 

Of course, the guy only wanted to cause a scene. 

“I should go talk to Lip.” 

“Maybe.” 

Outside, Lip was smoking his second cigarette since he had left the room. He was thinking, just like he always was, but right now, he was thinking of you. 

It wasn't a crush, how could it be? Lip had always been the pussy fucker of the family. How could he have fallen for the goody two shoes of the neighborhood?

Granted, you were handsome, tall, smart, and a sweetheart. But come on, you were his brother's best friend. You were younger than him. He couldn't possibly… It was just a fwb kinda thing, or his hormones… 

Engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't hear the front door open.

“Hey…” You approach him, sitting next to him on the steps, “wanna talk about what just happened? Just so you know, Ian is not mad.”

Lip glances at you, taking another puff of the cigarette and handing it to you. You take a puff and he sighs. 

You place a hand on his shoulder. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just that ever since that night… Things between us feel different, I feel different. It’s like everything I knew about myself is crumbling down.”

You smile at him, knowing what that feels like.

“You know I’m always here for you, Lip.”

He glances at you. 

“Can you kiss me?”

“What?”

“Kiss me. I want you to kiss me without the need to hook up after.”

Oh! That was a new one. Never in your life would you have thought that THE Lip Gallagher would ask you for a kiss without sex, drugs, or alcohol being in the mix. 

“Sure.”

He turned now towards you fully. Cupping your face as you approached his, eyes immediately closing shut. 

The contact of your soft lips sent sparks throughout his whole body, his hands reaching for your waist. He kissed back, almost desperately, while you ran your fingers through his blonde hair. When you pulled back, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. 

“Satisfied?” You ask softly.

“Very.”

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

don't leave. l Frankie “Catfish” Morales

Summary:  it wasn't a nice conversation for you

Warnings:  angst, swearing, maybe a little bit of hope at the ending, pregnancy

A/N: it's nothing big. rather without much of a plot. please be gentle with me. your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

and i would like to thank you for the few kind words i have received recently. it scared me but was very nice. thank you!

The car had barely stopped in the driveway and you had already opened the door and got out.

"Shit." he muttered under his breath and turned off the engine.

He should have known that this conversation wouldn't be one of those pleasant ones, but he was counting on something different. Either way, you were furious, and now he had to somehow survive it all.

He hadn't even gotten out of the car, and you were already pulling the groceries out of the trunk and without even waiting for him, you headed towards the house.

"Wait! You shouldn't have!" he called after you, but you still didn't listen to him.

Maneuvering with the bags, you somehow managed to open the door and get inside before Frankie reached you. You were pissed.

He took a deep breath, took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair. Moments like this were the worst, and he didn't know what he should do or say to fix it. The urge to have a drink was huge, but also to get in the car and drive away.

Step by step he dragged himself home. To you.

The noises from the kitchen indicated that you were in a wild frenzy of putting away the groceries and that's where Frankie went. He placed his hands on the counter and watched you. More cabinet doors slammed and you almost crushed the eggs throwing them into the fridge.

"Sweetie..." he began uncertainly "Talk to me, please. We can't just leave it like this."

"Oh, suddenly you want to talk." You snorted without even looking at him. "That's funny because, you know what, I feel like you've already told me everything. I have nothing to add."

"This is a big chance for us. We need this money."

A can of tomatoes fell loudly to the floor and rolled. Frankie quickly picked it up and tried to hand it to you, but you completely ignored him.

"We're fine, Frankie." you replied, your voice shaking so much that you could barely control it "You'll get your license back soon, you'll be able to go back to what you love. I don't understand why you have to go there with them!"

"Pope asked me, I told you."

He finally had your attention. Your pupils dilated in an instant, and your jaw clenched.

"Pope asked you." you repeated "But when I ask you not to go, somehow it doesn't matter. Maybe you should bond with him, huh?"

Frankie sighed "You just don't like him. But he's my friend."

"And what the fuck am I?! Did you tell him?" you noticed Frankie looked away "Did you tell him, Frankie?"

Brown eyes landed on your slightly rounded belly. How could he ignore something so important to you both? But it was for this little one that he wanted to do it. And for you. For both of you.

He nodded "I did."

"And despite everything, he wants you to go there with him?" you hissed, your fingers tightening on the kitchen counter "Beloved tio Santiago. We should make him a godfather."

Before Frankie could say anything you turned around and headed towards the stairs, you wanted to be in the bedroom. You wanted to take off these clothes, take a shower and lie down in bed. Forget about all of this and how lost you were feeling.

You had been together for a few years now. You loved Frankie madly and you were sure he felt the same. All your ups and downs, you had overcome it all together. It all seemed so beautiful to you, and when you found out about the pregnancy...

Okay, this baby wasn't planned. You were taking antibiotics, and Frankie was so close, and you already felt really good and... The two lines on the test scared you at first, because it is normal, but in reality you had both been talking about it for a long time. You wanted to be a family.

But why did you want to just leave this house and never come back? You felt this would end badly, you just felt it.

You barely took off your shirt when you heard familiar footsteps on the stairs and after a moment Frankie stood in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe. He cleared his throat to signal that he had arrived, because you were standing with your back to him, struggling with your undershirt.

"I'll be gone only for a few weeks." he said, approaching you, his hands grabbing your undershirt, helping you take it off. "The guys need me."

"Of course." you snorted. "I'm doing great without you."

He ignored it, it was the safest way. "You know perfectly well that they're like family to me. Shit! I'm sorry. I've just been through a lot with them."

You turned around and looked at him. Tears were shining in your eyes and your whole body was tense. When you spoke you sounded like a woman on the verge of hysteria.

"I'm not going to bid against them. I know my worth, Frankie." you spoke with difficulty, your throat painfully constricting "I just want to let you know, because maybe you haven't noticed, but I'm carrying your child. And this child needs a father, a living father. I just feel like what you want to do will be some kind of fucking mess. And I don't want you to be there."

He lowered his head, his hands resting on your hips, squeezing them tenderly. Waiting for his words was torture, but you already knew.

"You've made your decision, haven't you?" you said quietly "Sweet Jesus... Why the hell am I even asking?"

"I'm doing this for us."

"I'm not so sure about that."

You pulled away from him and disappeared into the bathroom. The squeak of the lock announced that the conversation was over.

The evening was hard. You didn't come down for dinner, you didn't really even stick your head out of the bedroom. His heart was breaking because he could clearly hear you crying.

The last thing he wanted was for you to cry because of him. And even if he understood your arguments and how angry you were at him, he still thought that he was doing all of this for you. 

He wanted to provide you with stability and security. He wanted you to give birth to your child and not have to worry about anything, focusing only on the little one. He wanted to give you both everything. But he still felt inadequate.

Even if you never let him feel it and always supported him, Frankie was afraid that he would eventually let you down and thus lose you. You were so smart and beautiful, you could have anyone, and you chose him. He wanted to deserve you.

You were deep in sleep when he slid into bed and snuggled up to your back. His large hand found the place where your child was growing, quietly and safely. It was a miracle, you were his miracle.

He barely slept that night, and at dawn he started packing. You heard him move around the bedroom, but you didn't give him any signal that you were awake. If you had just opened your eyelids, streams of tears would have flooded your cheeks again.

It was only when he went downstairs and you heard him throw his bag under the door that you knew he would leave soon and you might not see him again. You quietly got out of bed and went downstairs. You noticed his broad shoulders as he drank coffee in the kitchen, even then he had a cap on his head.

"Please don't go..." you whispered so quietly that you were surprised that he heard you, he quickly approached you taking your face in his hands "Please don't go. I have such a bad feeling... I don't want to lose you."

His soft eyes gazed at you softly "You won't lose me, baby. I promise you that. I'll be back in a heartbeat. Will you wait for me? Please..." 

Tears rolled down your cheeks again and Frankie hugged you tightly, kissing your cheeks, whispering soothing words. You couldn't listen to it though, it felt like someone was tearing your heart apart. He left the house a few minutes later and you were still crying.

He had been sitting in the car for a few hours now, afraid of what would happen when he finally saw you. You must have still been at work. It had taken a bit longer than he had promised, not everything had gone as he had planned, but he was still alive. And he was terrified.

He watched your house, waiting for your car to pull up in the driveway. You didn't show up until five. He was once again amazed by your beauty when he saw you get out. Your belly seemed bigger to him, and you glowed.

Frankie thought about how fucking lucky he was to have you by his side, and at the same time he felt how much he had fucked up. The lights in the living room turned on and he got out of his car, which was parked not far from the house.

He felt as if he was sneaking into his own home. Fear crept into his heart and he didn't want to leave. What if you didn't accept him? What if you never wanted to see him again?

He left the house leaving you in complete disarray, doing something you wanted to distract him from. And you were right!

Even if you closed the door in his face now, you would be right.

He stood on the doormat and hesitated for a moment, but finally knocked.

"I'm coming!"

Your voice from behind the door made his heart tremble. You were so close. Just a second more.

The door swung open and he saw your smiling face. But soon the smile disappeared and surprise appeared. Your eyes moved over his body and face restlessly as if you couldn't believe that Frankie was actually standing there. Alive.

"Hi." he greeted uncertainly, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets "I got back a few hours ago. I drove straight from the airport. Actually... Actually, I've been waiting in the car on the other side for a few hours." your lips parted slightly, and a small wrinkle appeared between your eyebrows, you were too surprised to say anything "You look amazing, you always did... I wasn't sure if I should come."

"Why?" was the only word that came out of your mouth, and so quietly that Frankie barely heard it.

"Because I fucked up." he replied, feeling that he was telling the truth. He had let you down. "You have the right to tell me to fuck off and leave you alone." I'm just begging you, don't do this. I only have you. Only you.

You were still standing there though. In one of his shirts, barefoot. Just the way he remembered you and loved you. You stared at him with shining eyes, and your heart was pounding in your chest.

"Will you come in?" you finally asked quietly.

Frankie's face broke out into the smile you loved so much. "I was afraid you'd never ask, babe."

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Thank you for your time.

[creedslove]

BABY BLISS 🍼

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Tommy's daughter was born a couple of months ago but Joel can't bring himself to be around the baby as painful memories of his late daughter continue to haunt him and you try your best to support him

(This can be read as a continuation of SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧 and MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: established relationship, age gap, fluff, angst, hurt, anxiety attack, talks of pregnancy, as usual, out of character Joel as always lol

A/N: I LOVE JOEL MILLER 🥺😔

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You thought Joel was indestructible. He was fearless, courageous, when needed, he was violent, brutal, mercilessly. You'd seen him take down men and creatures without flinching.

Nothing seemed to faze him, and you were sure he feared nothing in his life.

So watching Joel Miller being scared of a baby was actually pretty funny. At first.

Ever since Maria's and Tommy's baby was born, you'd been to their place a lot of times. You just loved helping them out with the baby, it wasn't the smartest idea to have one during the apocalypse, but then, they were married, in love, safe in a community and who were you to judge after all? Babies represented a new life, a wind of change, so when you saw that beautiful little thing for the first time, your heart melted.

She was an adorable baby, so quiet and small and you loved holding her whenever Maria would let you to.

Her sweet precious Flora smelled really good, you had heard of people talking about how babies smelled good but you didn't think it was true until you held her. You just couldn't get enough of your niece.

Niece.

That made you giggle.

You and Joel finally made things official after he took you on a date. You had been in love with each other for long, but you were both too scared to admit it.

Looking back at things now, you realized how silly it was because of how obvious your feelings for each other were, and you could swear you were the happiest woman in Jackson, as you could be with the man you loved.

But when you saw how happy Maria was with her baby, you realized maybe you were the second happiest woman in town.

The only thing that felt off was Joel's reaction. He never seemed very enthusiastic about the news his brother was going to be a dad, and when Maria finally delivered the baby, he was just in a weird mood. He kept to him, didn't say much, congratulated his brother and took him out for a drink, but he declined when Tommy offered him to hold Flora.

And since then, he kept his distance from the baby. He glanced at her from afar and that was it.

At first you didn't give it much thought, but you began finding it weird, especially after the uncomfortable silence that lingered in the room whenever Joel didn't actually acknowledge his niece.

Tommy didn't pressure him into holding Flora or anything like that, he had an idea why his brother was distant, so he'd rather not go there and make him uncomfortable.

You'd spent the whole after at Maria's while the men were out in town working and doing other tasks. Very often Tommy and Joel went back to some construction jobs, just as before everything went to shit.

He knew you'd stay at his brother's so he'd told you he'd stop by later and you two could walk home together.

Joel was hoping that you'd be good to go once he got there with Tommy, but of course you had to be inside, he sighed and looked around, trying to come up with an excuse so he wouldn't get in, but his brother was already holding the door open for him with a dumb smile and he could hear your voice inside.

The house was silent, the only thing they could hear was your voice, but you weren't speaking, you were humming.

Maria was in a comfortable slumber, she lay on the couch and ended up falling asleep once she saw her baby girl was safe in your arms. She'd spent most nights awake and it was a relief to have you around helping her. She didn't even know how to thank you, but to you, it was such a bliss to take care of Flora.

Joel stepped inside, he swallowed hard the moment he saw you holding the baby. You hummed a lullaby but she wouldn't close her little eyes. Flora was smart and curious, always looking around and cooing at people. He knew you'd already told him he should be a little warmer to her, of course she was a small baby and didn't understand things, but you reminded him maybe Tommy and Maria could be offended if he didn't show any interest in their daughter, after all, she'd been born a couple of months ago and Joel had barely looked at her.

But he didn't want to look at her, because if he did, he would recognize the features he used to love so much and he lost. He didn't want to hold her, because he knew her smell would remind him of the smell of the one he lost for good.

He couldn't do that to himself, he didn't want to live through that pain again, now he was happy and though he would never forget what happened, some days it hurt a little less, because he had you in his life and you made it all easier. But when he saw you holding Flora, he didn't feel strong enough. The way she cooed in your arms and blinked curiously and the way you pecked her forehead so gently, it gutted him.

"Hey princess, that's uncle Joel" you cooed at her and saw her fussing a little before giving him a gummy smile.

You chuckled and got closer "do you wanna hold her?" You offered gently. He saw your eyes sparkling and he wondered if you ever wanted to be a mom, you were a natural with kids, they always seemed to love you and sometimes he closed his eyes and wondered what things would be like if you ended up pregnant, but he dismissed this thought as soon as it appeared.

He could see how happy you were to be holding Flora, and how comfortable you were with a small baby in your arms.

He hadn't told you why he didn't want anything to do with the baby, he knew he was kind of a jerk, but since his brother never brought it up, then he didn't feel the need to explain it.

But when you looked at him that way, it melted his heart, he couldn't bring himself to say no to you. He heard a small coo and looked down onto your eyes, taking a deep breath and extending his.

You didn't think Joel would be willing to pick Flora up, and if he weren't you wouldn't insist it at all, but there he was, surprising you after all. Little Flora settled comfortably in her uncle's arms, her small nose nuzzled his chest as she began closing her eyes feeling sleepy. She looked curiously at him, but he was so warm she couldn't fight sleep for much longer.

Joel was in awe at his niece. She didn't even know him, and yet she trusted him enough to fall asleep, silly little princess, he thought to himself and smiled. She was so soft and small and the warmth in his arms brought him back so many memories he thought they were buried deep.

He didn't know why he was blushing, but he still avoided looking at you or Tommy, wanting to focus only on the beautiful little girl he had in his arms. He scanned her features and smiled at her, closing his eyes as he inhaled her characteristic baby scent.

His heart skipped a beat and his smile died as a lump formed in his throat. He was enjoying the moment, he really was but then everything came back, all at once and the moment he opened his eyes again he didn't see Flora anymore, all he saw was Sarah.

His sweet baby Sarah, it'd been so long and yet there she was in his arms. He felt a pang in his chest, thinking he'd gone crazy. The first time he held her in his arms, her first word which was also the first time she called him dada, the first time she scraped her knee and called for him, the movie nights they had together and finally how he held her limp body against his, the smell of her fresh blood invading his nostrils and how cold she got in his arms.

Joel let out a sob and opened his eyes again, Flora was still asleep but Tommy quickly picked her up from him "I got this" he said in a concerned way as Joel walked out the backdoor.

The lump in his throat was making it impossible for Joel to breath, he placed his hand in his chest, trying to reach for air but his heart hammered faster and faster in his chest. He looked around hoping he could find something to focus and calm down, but it seemed impossible. Tears ran down his cheek as he fought for control but felt he got to a dead end.

You ran to Joel as fast as you could, he was anxious and tense and you didn't know exactly how to help him, your eyes glistened with tears as you saw his own.

Your arms wrapped around his body.

"I'm here Joel, I'm here" you whispered to him and felt him fall onto his knees, you followed him and felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck. You pressed it, caressing his hair so gently, reminding him you were there for him.

"Breath honey, breath" you said as calmly as you could. Joel's grip was tight around your waist and you lost track of how long you stayed there.

•••

The walk home was silent, Joel didn't say anything and you didn't ask. He was embarrassed after what happened, to him it was a sign of weakness and he was sure that changed how you viewed him. He would rather be alone than be with you if you pitied him.

You, on the other hand, didn't want to leave his side at all, you didn't feel sorry for him, you felt love. You felt a burning ache, longing for him. You had seen the most human portrait of Joel someone could ever witness.

He wasn't a murderer, he wasn't cold blooded, he was a wounded man. A man who lost all but somehow made his way back to being happy with you.

Once at home, Joel went to his room and stayed there, complete silence filled the house and though you wanted to give him all the time he needed, at the same time you felt a need to be next to him.

You knocked on his door, and opened it, Joel was sitting on the bed, watching old pictures of Sarah.

You smiled sadly as he hid them quickly. They were his and he never let anyone see them, not even you. And you respected that.

You sat next to him and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his arm pulling you by the waist as he let his heavy body lay comfortably in bed and pull you closer to him.

"We don't have to talk about what happened if you don't want to… but I want you to know I'm proud of you, proud of how strong you are, Joel" you told him and kissed his lips gently.

You wanted to tell him so many things, you wanted to tell him that you were proud he managed to hold his niece, you wanted to tell him you were sure she was as beautiful as Sarah was and you wanted to tell him if the world wasn't going to shit you would be more than glad in carry his baby, or you would never get pregnant at all, you wanted to tell him you would do anything he wanted you to, because you loved him.

So those were the only words you let it out.

"I love you, Joel"

He looked at you completely silent and pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead and closing his eyes, he wasn't there yet, he wasn't ready to tell you those three words, it could've been superstition, as he lost everyone he's ever loved, so you didn't mind, you respected his silence, because you loved enough for the two of you.

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A/N: I love Joel so much

[cfyslvr]

Nightmares

→ author's note: my first suna fic 👹 mini story time of how I got this idea: a few days ago I had a little nightmare and since ur girl is a little baby (I'm so cringe it's not even funny anymore, someone pls just execute me already) I was really shaken but bc I'm a lonely hoe I had no one to comfort me 😞💔 but lucky y/n does! so here's a short fic of suna basically just comforting y/n after a nightmare!!

→ warnings: maybe a bit ooc(?), a teensy-weensy bit of angst 🤏🏻, pet names (love, princess, crybaby), a bit rushed

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it was a quiet night, the only thing that could he heard was the faint sound of rain falling outside your window. you were laying in bed next to your boyfriend, rintarou. it wasn't a rare occasion that he stayed over, infact, since the two of you have been together for a year now, he would often come by after practice uninvited, but your parents never really minded, they seemed to really like him since he was making their daughter happy.

right now, rintarou's back was facing you, not because you two fought, but because by the time you finished showering, he was already fast asleep at the edge of the bed, so you didn't really have space to squeeze into his arms and just decided to lay down on the other side of the bed.

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"we need to talk." you heard your boyfriend say as the two of you walked up to the roof of the school. his behavior felt different, usually when you two went to lunch together, he would be holding your hand and letting you cling to him like a koala, but now, he barely even looked at you, although you tried brushing it off with him being upset over the fact he was scolded for coming to volleyball practice late yesterday because he was too busy hanging out with you.

"of course, love. what's wrong?" you ask. you didn't like the way the conversation started, but you tried not to overthink it, it was probably just your brain tricking you by making you think of the worst case scenario.

rintarou looked back at you, but it wasn't the usual affectionate look that he usually gave you, his eyes seemed.. cold, which made you even more anxious.

"I think we should break up." you felt your heart sink when you heard his words. where was this coming from? you thought your relationship was the best thing that ever happened to both of you and he wanted to break up?! you felt your eyes welling up with tears as you let out a nervous laugh.

"you're joking, right? y-you know it's not funny to joke about these things.." you mumbled out, hoping he would give you that signature smirk of his and say it was a prank, but all you received from him was a cold glare.

"look y/n.. I think you're a great girl and all, but you're just a distraction to me. how many times did I get scolded because of you at practice? I'm sorry, but I want to focus on volleyball and our relationship is stopping me from doing so." you wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole. no no no, this wasn't happening..

"w-wait.. no, rin, please.. please don't leave me, I'll do better, I swear I will!" you tried to beg, reaching out to grab his hand, but he quickly retrieved it before you could touch him.

"goodbye, y/n". he said coldly and walked away, leaving you shaking and sobbing on the roof of the school.

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your eyes shot open and you gasped, looking around and realizing you were in your room, and rintarou was still sleeping soundly next to you. it was just a dream.. you try to tell yourself, but you couldn't help the tears running down your face. it just felt too real, and the mere thought of suna leaving you sent a harsh shiver down your spine. you look back at rintarou, he looked absolutely adorable while sleeping and you almost felt bad waking him up, but you couldn't help it, you needed his reassurance badly.

"rin.." you gently tap his shoulder. no response.

"rinnie.." you try again, lightly shaking him. this time, his fox like eyes opened up partially, and basically doubled in size when he heard your soft sobs. he immediately turned around and saw you, tears streaming down your face as you held your hand against your mouth in order to silence any sounds that threatened to leave your lips.

"what's wrong, princess?" he asked, his voice even deeper and sleepier than usual as he wrapped his strong arms around you in a comforting manner. the second you felt his arms holding you, you immediately burst into quiet sobs, trying not to be too loud so you don't wake your parents up. rintarou was confused, to say the least, he didn't quite understand why you were suddenly crying, but he still didn't let you go, his arms still wrapped tightly around you as one of his hands gently stroked your hair. you tried to choke back tears in order to explain yourself, but he stopped you.

"I'm here, princess, take your time, I'm not going anywhere." he whispered into your ear and kissed the top of your head. gosh, his voice was even more attractive when he was sleepy, and the way he was whispering comfortingly to you made him that much more attractive. after a few minutes, you finally calmed down enough to start talking.

"I had a nightmare, it was- you were- you broke up with me.. b-because I was a distraction and you wanted to focus on volleyball and- and-"

"shh.." he cut you off, placing another kiss on your head before continuing. "it was just a dream, love, I would never do that to you. infact, I'd rather quit volleyball forever than leave you because of it." he whispered reassuringly. you were surprised when you heard his words, you knew just how much he enjoyed volleyball, so the thought of him quitting for you was quite a surprise, but also extremely comforting to hear.

"I'll never leave you, my princess, I promise you that." rintarou placed his hand under your chin and gently lifted it up, making you look up at him. he smiled when he saw your pouty expression and gently wiped your tears before leaning in to kiss your pouty lips. "I love you, you crybaby.." he teased.

"shut up.." you mumbled out and hid your face in his chest. "I love you too.." the soft smile on rintarou's face turned into a playful smirk when he heard your response.

"c'mon, let's go back to sleep." he suggested and slowly laid down, pulling you on top of him so that your head was resting on his chest and gave him a perfect position to wrap his strong arms around you protectively.

"it was just a nightmare, okay? I promise I'll never leave you. you're my one and only, and nothing matters to me more than you." he reassured you one last time and gave you another kiss on the head before closing his eyes.

"I love you.." you mumbled into his chest.

"I love you too, my princess.." he responded groggily, already half asleep. with that, both of you eventually fell asleep, although now that you were in his arms, you were safe from all nightmares..

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Kinktober Day 19 - Scent Kink

Wincest ♡ Teenager Sam Winchester ♡ Pining ♡ Jealousy ♡ Word Count : 1,767

Written for @spnkinkevents

Don't Shower

Sam pillows his head in Dean's lap the minute they're out of the school parking lot.

Dean smells like an auto shop, black grease still ringing his nails. Sam snuffles his hand when Dean scrubs his head and it makes him laugh.

"Quit. Little animal."

Sam pretends to bite at him, snapping his teeth for comedic effect, giggling and diving right back to his spot when Dean shoves him to floor.

Sam has Dean's cardboard box of tapes balanced on his stomach, flicking through albums he knows so well he could sing them in his sleep, when he realizes that Dean is taking an awfully long time to get them home.

"What's up?"

"Nothing."

A pause.

"Dad called. He'll be home soon."

"Oh."

Another pause. Longer.

"Did he sound like he was okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, he was in a hurry, but he said everything went well."

"Did he say what day he'd get here?"

"No. Just, soon." Dean sounds like he feels guilty for being excited.

Well. Sam's glad their dad is okay. He worries when he goes off alone, and Dean's relief is palpable, but "soon" means no more special drives.

No more stretching out to his full and aching length in the front seat while Dean fussed over him and promised to rub his legs when they got home.

And no more resting on Dean, breathing him in.

Years ago John had said Sam was too old for it, and for once, Sam had agreed with him. He was a big kid now, he didnt need to lean on Dean when he got tired, and he didnt like Dean petting his hair anymore.

That was when he was seven.

But now, Sam is sixteen. "Big" seems relative, and things are changing for him in unexpected ways.

So he takes what he can when he can, holding Dean when they're alone. Clutching their time together like the big secret it has to be.

It had started a year ago.

Dean was always more than happy to accomodate his baby brother's affectionate whims, and if Sam had any secret ulterior motives, well, what Dean didnt know wouldn't hurt either of them.

In the back of his mind where his conscience spoke quietly to him, Sam knew that he shouldn't be doing this.

That he should at least tell Dean what was going on. Why Sam so often ended up with his face in his lap or tucked under his arm. The reason behind Sam's recent poor memory when it came to doing laundry, regularly running out of clean clothes and needing to wear Dean's instead.

It was that Dean smelled good.

But in a weird way, one that Sam didn't fully understand. It left him feeling funny, like his organs were shaking.

Because it wasn't the drugstore cologne Dean drenched himself with every Friday night, or the knockoff Irish Spring soap they both used, the aftershave lotion or hair gel.

It was none of the things Dean did to make himself smell appealing, to try and cover up the underlying sour trace of graveyard dirt and poverty that they could never quite scrub away.

It SHOULD have been those things, and it very nearly was. But what Sam had snuffled out, pawing through bedsheets, sweated through shirts, and boxers that had been used for days too long, feeling just like a dog while doing so, was that it was DEAN.

It was his sweat, and the faint traces of gasoline and clove cigarettes that always seemed to cling to his skin.

It was that damn sour smell Sam couldn't wait to leave behind but that made them smell the same and that was the way it should be so he loved it, and it was the heavy scent that rose from between Dean's legs whenever they watched a dirty movie together, or when his eyes followed a pretty girl.

The smell of his armpits and chest after a few days of hard work, long nights, and no shower.

The kind of smell that made Dean pace around the motel before checking his shirt and wrinkling his nose up, stripping off then and there and balling his shirt up to chuck it at Sam in an attempted gross-out tease.

Sam always responded appropriately. Expectedly. Swearing viciously at Dean and pretending to get upset when Dean laughed and called him "Princess" or bitch.

Dean would then saunter off to the shower and Sam would listen for the water to start running and the slick sounds of Dean washing himself before stuffing his hand down his pants and his nose in the clothing.

Breathing deeply.

Trying not to feel guilty.

Failing at it.

It got more and more frequent, and the more it happened, the more of it he needed until he was stealing Dean's undershirts before they could get to the laundromat, wearing them to bed, jerking off into them and then stuffing them under his mattress to use again the next night.

If Dean knew anything was happening, he didn't show it.

So Sam told himself that there wasn't any real reason to stop.

Which led him to the dangerous game he'd begun to play, stretching out in the front seat, head on Dean's thigh, pulling his too big jacket over himself and pressing his body against the seat to hide his erection.

It made him feel bad to use Dean this way, and every few days, like clockwork, he would resolve not to do it again. Besides, his luck could only hold out for so long. Dean was going to notice one of these days and that was a conversion Sam would do almost anything to avoid having.

But then Dean would come home late, stumbling over himself with a stupid grin plastered across his face, body and mouth smelling like women and sex, and Sam would hate him, before the Want would cut another stripe down the raw middle of him and the cycle would repeat itself.

Sam tried to subtly dissuade him when it first started happening, telling Dean that he smelled weird after those nights (and mornings and afternoons), trying to tap into Dean's blanket aversion of "gross" to get him to stay home and stop smelling like perfume and sticky lip gloss and heavy breathing and start smelling like Sam again, the way he should be.

But Dean just laughed him off and said that that was the smell of eau de pussy and it was the best thing in the world and Sam would understand when he got older.

Sam had just stared at him until the smile fell awkwardly from Dean's face and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

He tried to say sorry, pat Sam on the back. But Sam smacked his hands and said he was going for a walk, letting the door slam loud behind him.

Sam stayed out late into the night, longer than he should have on a school night, longer than he even wanted to, pacing frustrated circles around their temporary neighborhood, hoping to make Dean worry.

Because if he's worried, then he cares, and then Sam can forgive him.

He's so caught up in these thoughts that he doesn't hear the footsteps running up behind him, is caught completely off guard by the arms that grab and yank him, crossing over his chest and holding tightly to him.

He flinches away and starts to panic, unable to break loose.

But there's a lump of metal digging into his spine and it calms him down.

"Dean?"

His brother's hands are shaking.

"I thought you'd fuckin run away."

Sam tries to squirm around to look at him, and it takes a moment before Dean let's him.

There's a touch of motel soap on Dean's skin, fighting to rise above the sweat of his fear. He must've been searching for hours, his eyes are wild and he's disheveled. Sam can tell that he's been raking his hands through his hair. Dean's sure tell for when he's overwhelmed.

But.

He'd showered.

He didn't know who that girl had been, but Dean had washed her off, specifically because of Sam

And that made the dark and jealous parts inside of him light up.

Sam scowls and kicks his feet trying to shake the memory off.

It doesn't do him any good to think about all the times Dean chose him over some girl, cause there are just as many times when he's been left behind. When the lipstick stains just wouldn't come out, no matter what Sam tried.

His shoes scuff the door, and he waits for a reprimand that doesn't come.

Instead of the usual "It'll be your ass if something happens to Dad's car", Dean just asks, "Your legs hurtin' again, Sammy?"

Sam just shakes his head, using the motion to work his way up the inner of Dean's thigh.

"Hey, you're gettin' a little close to the goods there, Sam. Scoot down."

"Try not to hit me in the head with the steering wheel, Dean."

Dean glances down, but Sam has his face buried stubbornly against his hip, quick breathes warming his front pocket.

"You have a bad day or something?"

Sam pulls the coat tighter around himself.

"You always want to drive, Dean. So just shut up and DRIVE, okay?"

"Uh huh." Dean will figure out what's going on, he always does. And then he'll beat up or threaten or kill whatever that problem is, and Sammy will be alright again.

His hand comes off the wheel to rub little circles between Sam's shoulder blades, like he used to do when Sam was a baby and had colic, or when he'd get so angry as a toddler that the back of his neck would go tight and red and his lips would twist up and he'd stop breathing.

It'd worked then, and it works now.

Sam huffs and sighs. Petulant, but coming around. Slowly. 

He moves as close as he dares to the soft heat emanating from Dean's crotch and turns his cheek up to watch him, nose against the soft material of worn out jeans, breathing in the heady scent of him and wondering if this was anything close to what it was like to be one of Dean's girlfriends.

He turns his head, brushing his lips as lightly, as accidentally over Dean as he can.

He wants to kiss his brother.

He can't.

Not once.

Not ever.

And it hurts.

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Fifteen years later

Dean's phone buzzes. It's a text from Sam.

I'm on my way home.

It'll be a few days.

Don't shower.

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Raiden x Reader: Plasma Ball

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The clock on the coffee table to your side read in bright red 5:13 p.m, and all you could hear outside is the light showering of rain.

That wasn't what stopped you from perhaps ordering a delivery, but maybe because you're aware of it being a frequent habit you spend money on, and rent was about due soon.

Resting your arm on the edge of your leather couch and placing your chin on your palm, you just looked around your living room, thinking of what to do to alleviate the burning boredom in your mind.

Television was of course an option, but there isn't any interesting show you could watch and you were procrastinating to catch up on the anime, overwhelmed how far you were behind with the six hundred episodes you at least had left. Shit, maybe more, the show never ended yet.  (Damnit, Oda.)

Eyes lowering to the game console below the TV, you thought about it, but that was also a no-go. Games aren't that fun anymore, especially if your internet pals got lives as well.

Last but not least, the bookshelf next to the TV stand. Immediate no.

But thinking of books, you looked to your right looking at your godly partner, his attention completely confiscated by the huge novel in his hands.

You couldn't help but gaze at his face, zoning out in thought. One could say you're admiring him. Though he wasn't a man of fun, you could interact with him and enjoy yourself.

Letting out a sigh, you waited for him to look at you and speak up. But the only movement from him was just him turning a page in the book. So, you tried again with a more forced one.

Yet, there was still no response from him, his faded eyes locked in the story. And you know he heard that one too.

"Raiden!" You yell, disliking not getting his attention.

"What is it, Y/n?" The Thunder Lord questions, not even looking at you.

Moving your body against his larger one, your head rubbing against his shoulder, you answered honestly with a soft utter. "I'm bored."

"Read a book." Was all he said, which makes you more frustrated. You groan and clung onto him more. "Pleaseee, why are you so boring?"

Raiden raises an eyebrow at you for a millisecond before going back to reading. "I'm not an entertainer."

You backed off a bit and thought what you could do to mess with him for a bit, and you got a good idea. A funny one that already made you snicker.

"Wait, I'll be right back!" Raiden looked at you confused, wondering what you thought was funny, or more so, what you were planning.

Jumping off the couch, you ran to your closet to dig for an item that you haven't seen in years.

The long white-haired man could hear you shuffling things around, items crashing on the floor, making you swear from your clumsiness. It didn't take too long for you to find the object you looked for, though.

Running back to the living room with a smile, Raiden sees you carrying some weird glass ball stuck to a small black stand. He could classify that it was something relevant to technology, as a black wired plug trailed behind you.

Carefully bending down to plug the device in beside the couch where he sits,  you chuckle and turn the device on, the center globe inside the glass glowing pink.

"Watch this." You smile and set the ball on the table before using your fingers to touch it, causing bright static lines to appear beneath the pads of your fingers.

Raiden watched with a blank look. Nevertheless, he was somewhat intrigued.

"I'm like you!" Your corny comment makes him give the typical unimpressed old man look on his face.

Another silly idea grew into your head and you looked at the switched-off lamp. You grabbed the shade off it before going back to the plasma ball, putting the shade on your head and touching the device again. It would seem Raiden knew where you were going with this.

Smirking with the conical pretended hat, you mimicked with a deep voice, "I mUsT cOnSuLt WiTh ThE eLdEr GoDs!"

After that, you just couldn't keep a straight face and burst with laughter. Laughing hard enough, you were snorting and not even making regular laughing noises, which makes yourself even more amused.

Raiden, on the other hand, got enough of your shit real quick and swiftly stood from the couch to remove the lampshade off your head. With one finger, he uses his power to send a brief shock to you, which makes your hair stand up and frizzy.

You shut up and stared at him with a taken aback look.

It was all in great fun. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Strange Shower Swap

After eating a good breakfast, I began my leg stretches. They always say it's the most important thing to do before you go on your daily run, and I agree; pulling a muscle hurts like hell. I made sure each and every muscle was loosened up enough, then took one good look at myself in the mirror before getting my shoes on. Man, I really do look good. 

My route goes around the neighborhood, and I usually see somebody I know, so it's important to look good while I exercise. I used to wear a shirt back when I had no visible muscle, but now that I do, I want the whole world to see my sexy abs. 

I walked outside, put my earbuds in, and started my run. My ultimate goal is to get to a 5 minute mile time. It seems so close yet so far, but I'm a go-getter and I'm not giving up until I achieve it. I ran past a few people - a couple of my neighbors, a few kids playing in the streets, but most importantly, my crush Ben, who was also running. He's so hot! He has the cutest little smile that can easily turn into the sexiest smirk. Even though I look the part, inside I'm really just a shy guy. He caught up behind me, until we were running side by side.

"Hey Cameron, looking good!" He said to me between breaths.

"H-hey Ben. Same to you. Nice run huh?"

"Yeah man, you got a goal?"

"Oh uh 5 minute mile time is nice."

"5 minutes?! That's pretty steep!" You got this though. Don't give up!"

"Thanks!"

"Hey so you wanna hang out later?" All of a sudden I couldn't breathe. I started coughing and had to stop. Ben immediately stopped as well.

"Hey, hey! Are you ok?"

"Y-yeah, just a bug flew into my mouth I guess, haha."

"Haha, you're pretty funny."

"And uh-yeah, we can hang. You can stop by my house later if you want."

"Cool! See you then!" We started running again but parted ways shortly as my route curved to the right, while he went to the left. I can't believe that happened! Is this a date?! I'm so excited, but nervous…

I arrived at my house, full of sweat, and immediately headed upstairs to the bathroom next to my room, only to find the shower was already occupied. I walked in, annoyed and confused as to why my dad was using it. I could see the outline of his gross obese body through the curtain.

"Dad?"

His head peeked out from the side. 

"Hey Cam, what’s up?"

"Why the hell are you in my shower?" 

"Hot water broke in the one downstairs or something."

"Doesn't give you permission to use my shower."

"Boy, you're lucky enough that I'm letting you stay here for the summer between college semesters. Lots of parents don't let their kids back in. My house, my rules."

"Whatever." I don't hate my dad, but he gets on my nerves a lot. Especially when he eats a load of food in front of me. Sometimes I swear he does it on purpose because he's trying to rub it in that I can't eat that much in order to maintain my body. I especially hate when he seems cool one moment, but then changes his tone, acting like a regular parent.

I had to wash up after a long run like that so I decided to head to his shower instead. A cold shower does feel nice after a run…for about 30 seconds. But soon enough I'm gonna need the steamy feel of warm water on my back. The shower downstairs wasn't as good as mine was, it was a little outdated and smelled funny. I'm not surprised the hot water broke in it.

I took my clothes off, turned the handle and walked in. He wasn't kidding, this is freezing! I washed up all that I needed when I noticed the shower water was changing colors. It started off as red and went to orange. Not only is the water cold but it's contaminated! I reached for the handle and noticed it changed colors again, yellow then green. What the hell is in the water now? It then changed to blue, then indigo and finally purple. Finally, all the colors of the rainbow poured out at the same time. What the fuck is going on with this shower?

Suddenly the hot water came back. I was glad, but I'm sure I'll have to take another shower after, so I can get all those weird colored chemicals off me. For now I was just going to enjoy the hot water. I closed my eyes for a minute.

When I opened my eyes I noticed that I wasn't even in the bad shower anymore. I was in my own shower! What the hell happened? Did I teleport or something? 

"Hey, what's going on?" I was startled by my own voice. It sounded much deeper and louder than normal. I reached for the handle and noticed my hand and arm looked bigger and darker. I looked down at myself and shouted.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I'm huge! I'm fucking obese! I have man tits! What happened? I quickly turned the shower off and examined my body. I put my hand on my tits, lifted them up, and watched them sag into the mound of fat that was my chest. Fuck, what is happening to me?! I opened the shower curtain, and carefully put my huge legs over the bathtub wall one at a time. I knew I was naked but thankfully couldn't see my dick, whatever it looked like. The mirror was fogged up so I went to my bedroom for a mirror…wait, I'm still naked. I took the towel hanging on the wall and had to lift up my flabby belly as I wrapped it around my waist. It wasn't even big enough to wrap completely, but the weight of my rolls kept it from falling down.

I walked into the bedroom, approached the mirror and nearly had a heart attack. Staring right at me was my dad, only he was copying everything I was doing. This can't possibly be real! I’ve turned into my dad! I walked up closer making ridiculous expressions with his face, feeling sick to my stomach. I have no hair either! I rubbed my bald head, sliding my hand up from my forehead to the back of my neck. I stroked my beard, then ran my fingers through my entire face. This is real all right. I took a step backwards, eyeing my massive frame and did a little dance, shaking back and forth, the saggy flesh going everywhere. I look awful! How did this happen? Whatever weird water came out of that shower downstairs somehow swapped the bodies of me and my dad! But wait, if I'm in his body then he must be…

Suddenly the door opened and there stood me. My body, I mean. It was weird looking at myself, moving of its own accord, not following what I'm doing. He was naked, wrapped up in a towel.

"Cam, what the hell is going on?" He spoke with my voice, which caught me off guard. Do I really sound like that?

"You tell me, dad!" Once again his deep voice came out of my mouth. "The one time you force me to use your own shower, we end up swapping bodies!"

"I don't know what the hell happened either! But it's pretty nice! Don't think I've ever been this fit in my life! I feel so nimble!" He looked down at his chest and rubbed it. "And are these abs? Wow! I have actual abs!"

"Hey stop touching me! Remember I'm trapped in YOUR gross body!" With that he started laughing.

"Oh, Cam! That's…hey I'm sorry. But it's kinda funny! Just you…you run everyday! The irony!" I wanted to punch him so bad, but since he was in my body, I'd rather not injure…myself.

"Well if we're gonna be stuck like this, you're gonna have to do all the hard work running then. Or you'll end up fat once again!"

"Aw shit. Well, I'm young at least." Oh god, I was so focused on the weight gain that I didn't consider how much older I was now. I just lost about 25 years of my life! And even if I started running again, it'll take years to even get close to what my body was before…and I'll be full of saggy loose skin! I’m not about to let my dad tease me nonstop for this so I changed the subject.

"Well, if we're gonna be stuck like this, we might as well get dressed." 

"Right on. I left my clothes in the bathroom. And you have some clothes in the closet somewhere?"

"Yeah."

I walked back into the now clear bathroom, and found my dad's clothes laying on the countertop. I slipped the towel off, lifting up my belly once again, and put on a giant pair of boxers. In my old body, these would've been like a blanket on me! It was a weird feeling, having a part of my skin go over my underwear like that. My gut was nearly touching my knees! I pulled on a faded green polo shirt, realizing how hard it is to put on a shirt when your chest isn’t flat. I pulled it over my man tits, and all the way down to my hanging belly. I then put on a pair of blue jeans and belt, initially tucking my fat in underneath them. I realized how awkward that looked so I settled for pulling my belly over it. It'll be obvious that I'm fat no matter what, but at least I won't look so round. I walked into my room just as my dad, wearing one of my tight black tank tops and basketball shorts, began walking out.

"Wait where are you going?"

"To the grocery store! I was going to go anyway before all of this, and well…" For the first time since the swap, his posture changed and he looked upset.

"Yeah?"

"I mean I'm so fit, and young again! I just want to go out in public and kinda show myself off you know?"

"I get it. Just…fine. As long as you don't hit on anyone or do anything embarrassing. I have a rep you know!”

"Yeah of course! Nothing weird! It's cool! I'll give you some uhh privacy now." I rolled my eyes and he noticed. "Hey, you'll get used to it! It's…..just stay out of trouble!" With that he closed the door. I could hear him walking, no, running, down the stairs, picking up his keys and stepping out the front door.

Well shit. What am I supposed to do now? I walked over to sit on my bed, the weight of my dad's belly on my thighs. How does he live like this? I feel so immobile. I moved over to lie down on the bed, my whole body jiggling as I tried to get myself comfortable. My bed is so small! I started feeling drowsy, maybe because of the mental exhaustion of everything that just happened, but probably because my dad's a lazy guy in general.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of the doorbell. Fuck, I'm still my dad. I tried to get up as I always do but my gut was weighing me down so I kinda just rolled over and got up that way. My dad has keys, why would he need to…oh god. NO. NO!!! It's gotta be Ben! We were gonna have our date! Well not a date, but hangout. He can't see me like this! But I can’t just leave him wondering what happened! I started running to the front door, my belly and tits moving chaotically as I tried not to trip. By the time I reached the door, I was out of breath. This feels so pathetic; I was doing so good with my health! I opened the door to find Ben smiling.

"Oh hey Mr. Parker! What's up?" He really thinks I'm my dad!

"Oh uh hi Ben! I uh heard you were coming for a date?" Shit! Not only do I suck at trying to imitate my dad, but I HAD to call it a date?!

"A date, well, I mean it could be…but hey well is Cameron here?" Did he just blush?

"Cameron? Oh yeah he's uh upstairs." I am an absolutely terrible liar.

"Oh, can I see him?"

"No."

"No?"

"I mean, he's not here. Well he is but…"

"Mr. Parker, are you ok?"

"I uh…Ben…look. I-I don't know how to say this but. I AM Cameron."

"What?"

"Something happened a few hours ago after my run and I switched bodies with my dad."

"Oh, you're fucking with me!"

"No really! Here, during our run today when you approached me, I started coughing and said I swallowed a fly, but actually I was just nervous around you."

"So that's what happened? Cameron, is that really you?"

"Yeah it's me. I look like my gross obese dad. I'm trapped like this for who knows how long. I don't know how to get out!”

"Interesting…" He seemed even more flustered than he was before.

"Are...you good?"

"Ok ok. You confessed. Now I'll confess. I uh- think you're fucking hot."

"R-really? I mean, sorry to let you down but my dad has the hot bod right now."

"No I mean, I like you, well your personality and all; I think you're really cute. But your body…your new body, just. Yes!"

"No fuckin way! You're turned on by my dad's body?"

"Yeah…" Suddenly a really naughty idea popped into my head.

"Well, it's still me in here even if the body isn't mine."

"I'm listening…"

"Why don't we head up to my room to see what happens?"

"Please….yes…"

We walked up to my room, and within seconds of closing the door, clothes were already flying off.

"You have NO idea how much of a big fantasy this is for me. Your mind, and coolness, but your dad's porky body."

We hopped onto my bed, and cuddled a bit, him massaging my tits and rubbing my nipples. The sensation went straight to my dick. Ben nuzzled his head in my belly and squeezed every inch of it. This is incredible. As I lay there seeing his face sink into my fat, he lifted up my belly and started sucking my dick. I still couldn't see it, or knew how big it actually was, but I was getting hard quickly. He was no doubt an expert at oral. With each motion of his mouth, I was getting closer and closer to cumming, but I knew I had to hang on in order to fully enjoy the moment. This wasn't how I ever expected to fuck Ben, but I didn’t care. Being a fat guy fucking a tiny twink is amazing. As he stopped sucking my dick, I could see a sparkle in his eye.

"Hey, lay on me."

"Huh?"

"Yeah lay on me. Smother me in your flab rolls."

I was a little hesitant but Ben positioned himself on his back and slowly, I let myself sink into him. I could barely feel him underneath it all, but his dick was sticking straight up, touching mine. He grabbed my face and we started making out. With each kiss he dug his tongue further and further into my mouth until he was practically penetrating me. He rubbed my bald head as he continued. I began humping his chest with my dick, which prompted another sparkle in his eye. He turned around and got on all fours.

"You’re welcome inside…"

I always suspected he was a bottom! It was a lot harder to find the hole with my gut in the way, but luckily he was extremely loose. Sticking my dick in his asshole, I slowly moved him onto his chest, flattening him once again, but this time my dick inside. I started grinding, Ben moaning with each motion. As I went even faster he moaned even louder. At this point I was sweating like a pig, which only seemed to turn him on even more. I grinded further. Harder and harder, I was smothering him under a huge amount of weight. I can't imagine how that could be comfortable being crushed like that but he didn't seem to mind. I reached my giant hands under his chest, gathering all my strength, and flipped us both upside down like pancakes. With Ben now on his back, sinking into my fat, I started grinding harder until he finally came at the same time I did, exploding everywhere as I filled his hole with my fluids. He lied on my belly, both of us out of breath.

You know, I could get used to this. Ben's into big guys, and I'd love to fulfill his fantasy again. I don't think my dad would mind having my body a little while longer as long as I can have his...

[cher-rei]

afterglow- pt 7 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter is privileged with working alongside the liverpool fc marketing and public relations team, while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, workplace romance, fluff

[wc: 4.6k] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

notes: it's the way that I've hinted at another fic in this chapter and then another one in chapter 8... I love interconnecting my series' ughhh

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"here's one for you," jude spoke from his position on the hotel suite couch to gain your attention as you unpacked your things. "bro went from liking her posts to flying her over just for some moral support."

you rolled your eyes as he read out the tweets which he had been enjoying for the past ten minutes now. the way that twitter was rioting over the situation was utterly amusing— from your post on Instagram to jude stating that you were sharing a hotel room. they were having a blast by coming up with theories as to how this even came about.

yes, jude only happened to follow you on instragram at the beginning of the year but that was not the reason you knew each other at all. if it were then this situation would be very awkward. as he would say, "luckily for you, you had the privilege of knowing me before I became the equivalent to ryan gosling."

you wouldn't exactly call it a privilege but whatever made him sleep at night. funny enough, you two met at a football match when you were still in high school. it was strange to see a 17-year-old actively engage in conversation with some random 14-year-old just because he said she was screaming too much.

that wasn't the last of your accidental meetings, however, the next was a few weeks later when your parents invited some friends over from birmingham— and lo and behold who just happened to be the son of those friends.

so here you were at 20 and 23, closer than ever but keeping it as low-key as possible.

you proceeded to listen to jude comment on each tweet, each one funnier than the last. "I swear some of these people have got to be fbi trained." he shook his head and you hummed in response, nearly jumping up when jude yelled out in shock.

"listen to this one," he turned from his position on the couch to look at you in front of the bed. "in early 2023, jude followed jamie back on Instagram and 6 months later she got her job as liverpool's p.r manager. hours later after the announcement the entire squad followed her back, the first of them being trent. jamie and trent have been seen together a lot from then on and she's even tagged him in multiple of her Instagram stories. now what do we know about trent? he plays for england. who else plays for england? jude. where is jamie right now? in barcelona with jude."

you were left dumbfounded, jude staring at you with his eyes wide and obviously impressed. "well that's one way to connect the dots I guess." you shrugged your shoulders, "they're not wrong but they're not quite right either."

a scoff left jude's mouth and he got up from the couch to look out the ceiling-to-floor window looking out at the city. "trent's not the middleman here though. like dude you and I aren't dating so there's no need."

he was right, there was no need for a middleman. it was just pure coincidence but obviously people wouldn't think of it like that. "and I thank the lord for that every single day."

he pulled a face, "stop being dramatic. I'm not that bad and you know it."

you hummed out in debate, getting your things so you could go and shower. "I mean judging by your lack of female interaction--"

before you could finish a pillow was hurled straight at you causing you to yelp out, getting ready to days for the bathroom before he could throw another.

"I talk to woman!" he yelled out after you and you laughed a little louder than intended which prompted him to get another pillow.

"female reporters don't count jude!"

you slammed the bathroom door shut just as he threw the pillow again, a loud thud echoing through the room before it dropped to the floor along with jude's hands. he huffed out in frustration, complaining for a good few minutes before he came to a conclusion that made you double over in laughter.

"just for that, I'll be keeping my eye out for interns from now on! if I marry a reporter one day I'll make sure not to invite you just out spite!"

your first morning in barcelona consisted of nothing but peace. the view you woke up to was breathtaking, definitely the most beautiful sunrise you had ever seen. you took your time getting ready before breakfast and made sure to put together the best outfit you could manage seeing as it was rare that you got to wear summer attire.

jude shot you the most confused look to date when he saw your top. he hit you with the "woman stopped wearing corsets decades ago so I'm a bit confused as to why you're torturing yourself right now."

it took a bit to explain to him that you weren't suffering at all, but he still didn't understand and left it at that so the two of you could head to a restaurant for breakfast. every step you took your eye was caught by something more beautiful than the last, your heart strings tugging in the summer heat.

"I've made up my mind. I'm coming to visit you every three months."

jude didn't oppose the idea and instead encouraged it, saying that he needed a bit more company. everything was recorded, you had your phone out and your camera for double the footage, talking to the camera as you carried on with your day.

"do you really have to film everything?" jude asked from across your table at the outdoor seating area of the restaurant as you waited for your breakfast.

you made a sound at the back of your throat and continued to go through the footage you had so far. "unlike you, I have a social media presence and people enjoy the content that I put out okay?"

"uh huh." his eyes wandered over you silently until he was told to check your instagram story, and of course he reposted it being the absolutely amazing friend he was and not because he was in any way forced to do it...

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"I don't think anyone understands how crazy it is to hear jude speak in spanish so casually." you turned your camera to look at jude opposite you, adorning an expression of offence.

you suppressed a smile. "this is the same boy who asked me if 'lethargic' was an actual word or if I made it up by the way."

that hit a nerve for him and he put down his fork, and pointed a finger at you while explaining the pointlessness of the word and just how stupid it was. "who uses the word lethargic jamie?" he raised his hands waiting for an answer.

your laugh could be heard behind the camera, obvious judgement in your tone as you teased him. "people who have a vocabulary level that exceeds year 6."

jude shot you an 'oh really look' clearly not buying your reasoning. "just say that you're tired," he grew a bit more defensive and you tried to speak over him but he continued on. "it's never that deep."

you laughed again, telling him that he literally just proved your point. you could feel the stares that you were getting from people passing by— just trying to enjoy their peaceful thursday morning without two idiots arguing about words.

the banter went on for a bit, the camera now set on the edge of the table so that both you and jude were in the frame, tension heightened as you debated. he shrugged his shoulders eventually, "lethargic is not that big of a word either. it's just unnecessary--"

your eyebrows raised, "--oh really?"

he nodded in confirmation, as to say that it was obvious and that he wasn't an idiot. so you did the only correct thing at the moment which brought a wave of nostalgia to wash over jude who couldn't help but laugh.

"spell lethargic then."

he hesitated for a moment, wondering if you were being serious. "go on then, prove me wrong." you urged him, and obviously, he took up the challenge because jude bellingham was not a quitter.

"L I--"

you cut him off with a proud smile, "wrong!"

"L A--"

"wrong!"

by now jude was dumbfounded, immediately reaching out for his cellphone to google the absurd word only to find out that it was spelt with an E. you hummed happily as he complained once again, saying that spelling it with an E didn't make any sense.

"jude victor william bellingham," you began with a smile and he shook his head. "one of real madrid and england's star players at the age of 20 yet he can't spell 'lethargic'."

the rest of the day played out smoothly— sightseeing, shopping till jude's entire backseat was covered in bags, a trip to the beach and using jude as your personal photographer and videographer. now that was what you called a vacation.

the last stop the two of you were going to make would be a small picnic to wrap up the evening seeing as jude would be at practice all-day tomorrow before the match later that evening. either way you wouldn't be alone because jobe would be flying down the morning, so you were more than excited to pick him up at the airport.

your picnic blanket was set down on the grass at a park, and once again the scenery had you gawking. the sunset was to die for, the atmosphere was chirpy yet peaceful and in all honesty if this was your last moment alive you wouldn't have any regrets.

you let out a content sigh, "if this is what being a wag is like then I might have to hit up victoria beckham for some pointers."

jude let out a laugh from beside you, watching silently as you pointed your vlog camera to the sky— moving it from side to side as you took in the scenery.

"I mean you have some good candidates, and you're already in the industry so it's just up to you." he nudged you on the shoulder. "make the move jamie."

a sigh escaped your lips at the fact that he was right. everything was played out in your favour and you needed to use it to your advantage. "I'll dm colwill when we get back to the hotel."

jude doubled over in laughter at your comment but you kept your attention on your camera, settling it down in front of the both of you. "he's younger than you."

you shrugged your shoulders to dismiss his note. "age is just a number or something."

that made you both smile but for two completely different reasons. jude found it funny whereas you were washed with an unfamiliar feeling, your mind flashing back to yours and trent's midnight mcdonald's run when he said the exact same thing.

that remembrance made you keep a mental note to call him later, just to see how things were holding up on that side.

the conversation picked up again when you shut off your camera. and of course, it took the emotional route at the hour of vulnerability. it hopped from family to work to comfortability in your respective situations in a matter of seconds.

it was nice for jude to have this time to talk about stuff like this, you knew he appreciated moments like this where he could express himself more freely without a language barrier or slight anxiety.

when he first left for madrid you remembered the five-hour conversation you had over the phone because he couldn't fall asleep, too unsure and unfamiliar with his surroundings to be able to settle in. with that, you made sure to check up on him daily before bed.

time zones didn't stop you and never would, especially with someone you considered family. jude and jobe were easily younger brothers to you— jude being the irritating younger brother who acted as if he were older than you and jobe being the sweet younger brother that needed constant affection.

you cared for them both dearly, making time to see each other whenever you could when you schedules were free.

"so you found the apartment?" jude asked and popped a grape into his mouth while he listened to you talk about your move out of your sister's house.

maya and noah were moving to london at the beginning of next year, which just so happened to be two months from now. which honestly was a great idea and you were super excited for them, but it was the househunting the was an issue for you because you were so picky.

you weren't too worried about the rent, the main issue was the interior so you took it upon yourself to do some drastic redecorating when you found one. and in four months it was ready, the only thing it was missing was you.

you nodded happily, "I can move in whenever I'm ready."

your answer made jude smile. be knew just how excited you were to finally move into a place of your own because all you'd been doing was saving up. "which is..."

"which is before christmas. and I have a little surprise on the way as well," you retorted in excitement but jude's thoughts immediately went to pregnancy and you could see it on his face, judging by how quickly his eyes dropped to your stomache.

the sun had fully set now, the air beginning to chill but not in a way that had you shivering, but in a way that made you feel relieved. basking in the atmosphere took your mind elsewhere, a glimmer of something in the back of your mind flashing.

your stomach dropped at the memory. one of the many that you've recently.

"we have to go to spain." the glee in your voice bounced off the walls of the bedroom, back to the bed where you and your boyfriend were lying.

he chuckled at your antics and the way that your grip tightened on his torso, his fingers lightly tracing your shoulder. "we'll go anywhere you like baby." he kissed the top of your head.

you looked up at him with doe eyes. "really?"

michael flashed an adoring smile, the same one that showed just how smitten he was for you. you felt a chill run down your spine at the touch of his fingers on your cheeks. "I'd do anything for you."

your throat stung at the memory, something that weighed so heavily on your chest. moments where you two promised to build a family together resurfaced, where you promised to always be there for each other, but this time accompanied by a bitter taste.

you'd accomplished so much these past few months and he wasn't there to witness it like he said he would. there weren't any flowers or handwritten cards with a hug that made you melt. you could still hear his voice sometimes and the way he would speak to you so gently.

at your graduation you could barely enjoy the moment because while being onstage you saw his face in the crowd, an unreadable expression and the words "I'm so proud of you, love" floating aimlessly through the air.

everything he ever said to you was now floating aimlessly through the air.

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"there's my favourite boy!"

you had your arms spread for a hug as you watched jobe walk up to you with a sheepish smile. you could tell that he was a slight bit embarrassed, but gave in anyway and dropped his bags to embrace you.

he had grown a freakishly large amount since the last time you saw him— towering over you would be an understatement and it took every bit of you not to feel overwhelmed, but how could you when he was so freaken cute??

a shy chuckle came from jobe as you continued to hug him, your arms tightly wrapped around in torso. "you can carry on when we get back to the hotel, people have places to be."

that wasn't good enough of an excuse for you. "they can let me have my moment."

when you got back to the hotel, jude wasn't there as suspected but all your bags were already packed for tomorrow morning's early flight back to madrid. the rest of the day was spent just relaxing in the hotel room and catching up as usual because you didn't want to waste your energy and fall asleep half way into the first half of the match.

"I can't believe I'm about to watch barça and madrid play," jobe commented as he scrolled through his twitter feed.

you two were settled comfortably on the couch set with snacks and the t.v playing as background noise. when you didn't reply he looked up from his phone, only to see you glued to your own with a lopsided smile.

it was unlike you to ignore him, even if it were by accident so it raised some suspicion. he kicked your thigh in an attempt to gain your attention but it didn't work, your fingers typing away at the keyboard for whatever reason. he didn't want to be one of those brothers and take your phone right out of hand and see what had you so interested— that was jude's job.

so instead he resorted to kicking you over and over until you eventually got irritated and yelped out in pain. "jobe my leg," you groaned and began to rub your thigh that he'd been taking hits at.

when you looked at him again his expression had changed, his lips slightly parted in shock. you asked him what the issue was and all he could manage was a scoff of disbelief. there'd only been one other instance where he'd seen you act like this before, and he tried to forget it at most.

"who are you talking to?"

jobe wasn't one to pry and you knew that, and when he did it was out of genuine concern. you cleared your throat awkwardly. "just a friend."

his eyes narrowed at your answer, knowing he caught you. "you don't have friends." in no way did he mean to offend you by saying that, because it was true and as clear as day. he knew you too well, maybe you could hide things from jude for a bit but with jobe it was different because everything came out unintentionally.

a sigh of defeat escaped your mouth and you set your phone down on your lap. "this is a situation my friend is in right now. you're not going to ask any questions okay?"

jobe nodded his head eagerly and sat upright so he could pay more attention. and just like that, you found yourself lost in the explanation and you were sure you nearly namedropped at least thrice but jobe remained attentive and gave his word when needed.

"I mean if they aren't dating then there should be nothing wrong with you--"

you gave jobe a look and he immediately retracted his last word.

"your friend. your friend, not you," he corrected sheepishly and you nodded.

he thought the idea was dumb. you could've just said that you were talking about yourself and he wouldn't have bugged you... that much. "your friend isn't overstepping any boundaries by the sound of it. so she should just go with the flow--"

you couldn't believe that you were taking relationship advice from an 18-year-old right now. this was your lowest. "--whatever happens, happens."

whatever happens, happens.

his advice genuinely seemed to shift some gears in your mind, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap him up in a bear hug. so that's exactly what you did. "have I ever told you how much I love you?"

the question made him stifle a laugh, the boy tightening his grip around your shoulders as you lay on top of him. "I want to say yes but no."

you slapped his arm jokingly. "you're my favourite brother too. but don't tell jude."

"how can I not??"

[pabsgavi]

﹗ ˖ ་ 🪩 besfriend : pablo gavi

Pablo Gavi x fem Reader ! ♡

❝ Love you like a brother. Treat you like a friend. Respect you like a lover ❞

the gif is not mine!! credits to his owner

warning: english is not my language so sorry for the grammatical errors

You turned to the next page of the book on meditation you were reading, in your defense, it had been the most fun you found in your mother's office, after she and your father left for a business dinner, leaving you in the care from your grandmother —who despite being very funny— after nine o'clock she was simply a snoring bag on the furniture.

It was ten o'clock at night, on a Saturday, and while most of your friends were enjoying the night out, you were in your living room, with a cup of tea and a meditation book in your hands, with your Grandma next to you, and the TV in the background, playing one of her favorite novels.

After a while, you finished your reading, so you took your phone and went up the stairs, although before you made sure to cover your grandmother with one of the blankets on the furniture, and turn off the television with the novel. You quickly went up to your room, debating how necessary it was to shower—which you had done earlier—because it was too cold.

A few minutes later, already feeling the heat of the pajamas on your body, you took one last look at your phone, before going to bed, feeling how your whole body relaxed when it came into contact with the soft mattress, covering yourself with the blankets that were They found themselves on top of it, falling into a deep sleep just a few seconds later.

You were having the best of dreams, everything was perfect, the temperature of the room, the blankets, the mattress, you just felt in the clouds, until the sound of your cell phone began to rumble all over the place, at first you decided to ignore it , surely it was one of your friends trying to take you to the party, but when after a few minutes the phone did not stop ringing, you groaned as you went out from under the covers to answer the call, without even opening your eyes , still sleepy.

"Hello?" you whispered, still with half of your face glued to your pillow.

The noises of what seemed to be a party appeared immediately, you rolled your eyes, you were about to end that call, thinking that it was one of your friends making fun of how pathetic you were to stay home on a Saturday and follow the rules of your Parents, it wasn't until you heard his voice that you woke up.

"Pablo? Are you okay?"you asked, starting to worry when you didn't receive an answer from the boy you called your best friend."I swear, if this is a damn joke, Pablo, I'm going to kill you with my own hands."

You heard some laughter and some kind of struggle from the other side. "Gavi!" "Idiot, give me the phone! Y/n?"

"Carla?" Now you were wide awake, putting on your slippers. "What the hell is going on? It is assumed that Pablo couldn't leave the house, he can't even drink alcohol, in two days it's the game."

"I know, I know! The boys thought it would be a good idea to take him out of the house so he could relax a bit, but he drank too much and now he's lying in the middle of Luis's garden"

"What!?" You took the car keys quickly, putting on a coat before running down the stairs quickly. "Stay with him, okay? I'll be there in less than ten minutes."

Just as you said, in less than ten minutes you were getting out of the car to Luis's garden, where most of your friends were, some more drunk than others, along with Pablo and Carla, who was crouched next to him. boy on the grass

"They are crazy? If Pablo's parents find out about this, they'll kill them, hell."With rage and Carla's help, you took the boy to take him to your car."We'll talk about this later, take care, idiots, goodbye, Carla."You said goodbye to the girl with two kisses on the cheek and once you finished accommodating Pablo in the back seat, you got into yours.

"Hello, y / n, honey!" The boy got up from the place smiling at him, and then kissed your cheek.

"If you weren't drunk I'd punch you in the face, I swear," he laughed, scooting awkwardly to the passenger seat. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?"

"We could kiss-" You gave him a dirty look. "Take me home," he corrected, giving you an innocent look.

"You're crazy? How are you going to explain to your parents that you are falling down drunk? You know you can't drink alcohol until after the game, Pablo."

“It was just a…bottle."

"Pablo!"

"Yeah, ya, have they told you that you look cute when you're angry?" He ask caressing your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"I'll take you home, luckily my parents aren't here, but you better behave and be quiet, my grandmother can't know that you're drunk, understood?"

"Clear than crystal, precious," he whispered, winking at you, and then leaning back on the seat.

Once you parked the car, you smiled watching Pablo sleep peacefully next to you. Before helping him get out, you wrote to his sister to inform her that he was with you and everything was fine.

"Pablo, darling, Pablo." You moved him slightly from one side to the other, once he opened his eyes, you took his hand, helping him lean against you.

On the way to the door he almost fell to the ground about four times, but you were able to make it to the living room with no problem, once you got to the stairs, you knew you two were in trouble.

"Pablo, shit, be careful!" you whispered, seeing him get too close to the edge of the stairs, staggering, he laughed.

You quickly approached him, covering his mouth, indicating that he should remain silent, and then you took him to the guest room, where a few seconds later you looked for comfortable clothes that he had left the last time he stayed at your house.

"Oh my God," he whispered, before launching himself onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his ankles, to remove his shoes and socks, a few seconds later he sat on the edge of the bed and raised his arms, making you laugh.

"You're an idiot, Pablo," you whispered, still between laughs, to remove his shirt and put on the sky blue sweatshirt that was next to him.

"Turn around, and you better not look, y/n."

"I don't promise anything," you teased, turning around so he could change his pants.

Feeling again like the old days when you were kids and you slept over at each other's house, but you were so scared you needed to change in the same room.

"Ready."Once Pablo finished you turned around, smiling when you saw him already lying on the bed covered by the blankets.

"Rest, silly." You approached, to leave a kiss on his cheek.

"See you tomorrow, honey." You smiled at the nickname, although it was nothing new.

You walked up to your room smiling, feeling particularly different with Pablo's presence, knowing that there was something strangely changing in the way you saw the boy.

You tried to push those thoughts out once you reached your room, pulling the covers back over you, grabbing your phone, laughing at the recent text from aurora, Pablo's older sister.

"I hope they only sleep, I don't want nephews yet"

Now you couldn't stop thinking about the way everyone around you two had always wanted you two together, since you were kids, Aurora always said that you were going to end up together, that's not counting the endless attempts of yours parents to match you up, even your friends. They wanted to see you together, even more so after Pablo's previous girlfriend broke up with him, according to her because she knew he loved her, but he would never do it the way he loved you.

Well, maybe it was time to sleep, but now you couldn't stop thinking of the two of you in a way other than just friends, and the idea didn't sound bad at all.

What the hell were you thinking?

The sound of the door made you come out of your thoughts, you smiled watching Pablo with his pillow in his hand and his puppy face, he gave you a shy smile and it was enough.

“Come here, Pablo!” He laughed, before throwing himself on your bed, he stood next to you.

He pass his arms around your waist, while you rest your head on his chest, smiling when you feel the accelerated beat of his heart.

“I love you, y/n,” he whisper, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"I love yo too, Pablo.—you answered, feeling how he left a kiss on your head, to then relax his body completely, and it was the last thing you said before falling sound asleep in his arms.

[bropunzeling]

thinking of how leon and matthew rushing to each other during injury is SUCH a jess bropunzelling move that i need marriage bets scene ehere none of the tkachuks believe that leon has spousal privieege

[(a) i feel aggressively called out 😂 (b) hmm maybe it would go a little like:]

"I thought," Leon says, sticking to Matthew like a burr, "you were trying not to get hurt this year. We talked about it."

Matthew laughs, and then winces because laughing hurts. Fuck, his mouth. "Contact sport, baby."

"It's the All-Star Game," Leon retorts, aggrieved.

Matthew shrugs. Can't account for freak accidents. He's not even sure how it happened---he was stuck skating backwards, he was bad at skating backwards, he fell over just in time to get a stick to the mouth, and when he sat up and spat on the ice it was red. Bedard looked a little shell-shocked as everybody came over to gawk, but Matthew was laughing too hard and then wincing too much to give the kid a hard time.

The one nice thing about it was that as soon as he got to the tunnel, Leon was there, newly changed into his street clothes and unwilling to listen to Matthew protesting that it wasn't even that bad, really, instead attaching himself to Matthew's side and refusing to leave. Sure, Leon may be hovering like he can fix Matthew's mouth through sheer proximity, but Matthew’s resigned to the fact that he likes that.

"Okay," says whichever of the Leafs trainers got stuck with the short straw this weekend, "Draisaitl, I'm going to have to ask you---"

"I can be here," Leon says, right as Matthew slurs, "He can be here." They look at each other, then Leon adds, "It's on the form."

The trainer checks something on a tablet. His eyes widen. There might be a snort. Then, he shrugs. "Alright, then."

Leon does nearly get kicked out ten minutes later for distracting Matthew while someone sticks their fingers in his mouth. It takes Leon nodding earnestly and swearing he'll stop for them to keep him in here, which also sucks because then no one is distracting Matthew from---

"Broken tooth," the doctor says. "You'll need a cap."

"Jesus Christ," Leon says.

"Hey, I'll be just like you two years ago," Matthew mumbles around the gauze. Fuck, his mouth hurts.

Leon rolls his eyes and grabs Matthew's hand. "If you actually used your mouthguard---" he says, because he's a fucking hypocrite.

Matthew glares, then squeezes his hand as hard as he can when the doctor gives him a numbing shot. As retaliation.

They sit like that during the aftercare instructions---nothing too hot; nothing too cold; nothing too hard; nothing good, basically; try not to make it worse before getting it capped---and then, once they're given the green light and an ice pack to help with the swelling, Leon drags Matthew out and down the hall so Matthew can finally get his pads off.

"Only you would get sticked at the goddamn All-Star Game."

"Pretty sure Bedard didn't mean it," Matthew points out, holding the ice to his lip.

Leon mumbles something under his breath that probably means he's going to be targeting a teenager next time he's on the ice at the United Center. Matthew probably shouldn't find that funny.

"Hey, shit, there you are," someone says. Brady clomps up to them, making to hug Matthew and then clearly deciding better of it. "We lost---"

"Fuck," Matthew says.

"And also they couldn't decide if they needed to put Bedard in the box, they were arguing for five minutes, it was fucking hilarious. Are you good? Is he good?" The second one is to Leon.

"Broken tooth," Leon supplies.

"Ouch," Brady says sincerely. "Well, get changed and cleaned up, I think Mom's about to storm down here if no one talks to her soon."

"It's not that bad," Matthew mumbles in protest as his brother and his boyfriend steer him towards the locker room.

It's only when he’s finally, finally out of his pads and on the way to the showers that he hears Brady say, in what he probably thinks is a whisper, "How the fuck did they allow you back there, anyway?"

Matthew glances back just in time to see Leon's ears go red.

[deoxd]

Previously in Tantiss Pasión y Deseo...

(This is more me recording my playthrough for my memories lol)

Hemlock absolutely hates the second pregnancy (not that he liked the first one lol). When he gave birth he didn't even have a name prepared for his new son. So… He just called him "Glove". Just Glove. No surname. And it seems even Project Necromancer wants his new brother gone.

Maybe it's some alien familiar rivalry thing? Who knows. And curious thing, the mod autonomy sex wasn't happening with strangers Sims before, but now it is and my Sims sometimes get proposed by strangers (relationships meters? Who needs them? Apparently not the mod). So, in one of the grupal Gym visits, Scorch went to the showers and started talking to some random girl, and there it appeared; the sex proposal… And what do you think it fucking happened…

SCORCH I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD…! And the worst part? HE HAD A CONDOM BOX IN HIS INVENTORY. I was feeling so secure because my household is currently at max. capacity, so no pregnancy can happen, nor human nor alien… but it didn't occur to me it could happen to NPC Sims by my own Sims. MY PLAYTHROUGH HAS BEEN PREGNANCY AFTER PREGNANCY WHYYYYYYYY?!! Oh, and this woman, oh boy this woman. She's been visiting my house and eyeing Scorch, and also asked about Hunter. She's clearly after clone dick.

So, guess what happens when she gets it.

And after this I found out why Scorch didn't use the condoms AGAIN. Turns out you have to OPEN box. The description says it's a box with 10 condoms. Well, you have to open it to have the actual condoms in your inventory.

Buuuuut… Rampart has the condoms in his inventory, not the box, which means he opened them automatically, or I did it and completely forgot… or Scorch doesn't know how to open a condom box xD Oh, and the cherry on top… He caught an STD.

Well, meanwhile, it's been difficult to rebuild Scalder's relationship with Hemlock, but I'm in the process. And it's been even more difficult because Scorch gets jealous when he sees them flirting, so I try to always have them in different places… So when they do it autonomously and outside of my view it's a problem because Scorch might be watching, like here.

But like… SCORCH WHAT. YOU FUCKING HORNDOG HYPOCRITE FUCKBOI OF A MAN…! You go fucking anyone that looks at your general direction, got two girls pregnant but you have the galls to get jealous for Hemlock whom you only are "acquaintances" with!?

Okay... changing the subject; I didn't know what these glowy paws meant. But I thought they looked cute… Then I found out it means Zillo is sick.

We can't have that. There's no Tantiss without a Zillo. So she gets the best healthcare credits can buy. Unlike Glove, who barely gets any attention. After he grows into a toddler he doesn't even get a bed. Look at Scorch playing with Project while Glove eats on the floor. Very clear favoritism in this house and 100% guaranteed child trauma.

Hemlock contacts an adoption agency and sends him to live with a family of what I think are university jocks, and a fellow undercut wearing guy (whom Scorch fucked once lol) so Glove feels better… or worse idk. And it's funny they don't even ask, they just accept the new baby to raise lol. I wonder if Hemlock told them the child is an alien.

Goodbye Glove, you had your father's eyes, but he will not miss you.

Now that Glove is gone and a new household slot got freed, guess who's joining the family? The other Tantiss relevant member, CX-2! And even if he's agressive Hemlock adores him and sends him to hunt and kill senators.

The Sims are so fucking random. I played Emerie's work day at the hospital and when I returned home Rampart was naked for no reason. He doesn't even have the nudist trait so I have no idea why it happened.

And he works as a politician. So imagine you see your local politician who just falsely promised you free health care and chain code system that will better your life sleeping naked on a bench. … Tho I think this girl liked it. He might have secured her vote this way lol.

And dude, idk why Scorch hates Rampart. Scalder I get, but why Rampart? I have no idea why their red bars have increased but they despise each other now. That doesn't stop the sex from happening tho. In fact, it's not a bug as I thought, the game acknowledges it's hate sex.

And guess who downloaded a mod for one sided love/crushes? Now every time Scorch is near Hemlock he gets the flirty mood and butterflies in the stomach.

Too bad he won't get into poison plant pants again. He gotta cope by fucking everyone else. I caught Hemlock thinking about aliens, but with this expression… Dude, he's completely traumatized xD

But you know what the real trauma would be? Having to deal with Zillo running away. I got into total alert mode.

SEND THE SHUTTLES AFTER THE ZILLO I SAID!! Why did she run away!? She's not getting neglected, she's not Glove! 😭 I mean, she and CX-2 don't seem to get along that well and sometimes fight… it's that why? But what can I do about that? Call the Zillo Beats/Clone whisperer?

That's it for this season. But I'll post maybe one or two more chapters of this gargabe. Mostly to keep them posted as my own recorded playthrough haha.

[pbandjesse]

We are at the beach!! We are getting ready for bed in our little hotel room. Which is very cute but we do wish that it had a balcony but it's mostly just for resting so it's all good. The bed is comfy. And we are ready to rest.

I slept alright last night but I still had an upset stomach when I woke up. Which made me pretty sad and worried. But I was trying very hard to remain positive.

I got the bed and took an everything shower. Washed my hair and shaved and everything. I wanted to be as clean and comfy as possible since I wasn't feeling amazing inside.

James made me an omelette before they left for work. I had woken up enough before they left to give them a hug and kiss and say goodbye. I miss them already.

I would spend some time just laying on the couch. I finished packing. I spent some time with sweetp. But at 1030 I checked the GPS and there was some traffic so I decided to leave a little earlier then I had planned so I could get to Jess by noon.

So I said good bye to the animals and headed out.

It was a rainy day and people cannot drive in the rain. There were multiple accidents that slowed everything down. But I just took my time and tried to remain positive. Even though I really was not feeling good. I would eventually give up at the podcast I was listening to and listened to to music to try and cheer myself up.

It wasn't a very pleasant drive. But it was fine. The rain never got to hard. And I got to Jess right at noon.

I was very happy to see her. She had one more meeting before she was done work for the day so I would plug my phone in and use her bathroom and chill on the couch for a half hour. It helped. I swear driving makes me feel worse. Which sucks so much.

I would move my bag and some stuff to Jess's car. And soon she was bringing out her stuff and we were getting ready to go!

We would have to make two stops. First we went to Wawa. We got a tiny lunch and drinks and chips. And once we finished there we would have to stop at the city center to pay one of Jess's utilities. That you have to pay in person which I thought was very funny.

But then we were in our way!

During the begining of our journey we kept passing places I used to go with my highschool boyfriend who sucked but I have a lot of memories, good and bad, from that town. It's funny how life brought Jess here.

The ride was nice though. Some conversation, some quiet enjoying the scenery. It was almost a two hour drive but it was really pleasant and didn't feel bad at all.

Getting to Cape May is funny because it's all forest and then it's beach! It happens all of a sudden. And it's such a nice little town. Fancy but it's all cute gingerbread houses and nice yards.

We got to our hotel at 230, a little early for check in but they didn't mind. The place is all pink which is so cute. The woman at the front desk was nice. She said it was slightly confusing to get to our room so she walked us there. And the room is tiny tiny but comfortable. I do wish that it had a balcony and maybe like a couch. But that's fine. We are only in here to rest.

We would unpack our things and pick our sides of the bed (accidently only got one!) and then we were off.

We walked to the beach which is literally across the street from the hotel. I found some mermaid pouches. The sea was all storm blown and beautiful. The seagulls were very very thick. We were both struggling to walk on the sand in our boots but we were having fun.

We would get off the beach eventually and walked to the town center.

Jess got a soft serve ice cream but I would wait for the next place and got an orange soda and vanilla float. And I asked if I could please have two gummy worms on top and honestly I was more excited for the gummy worms they were just a little stale and perfect.

We walked around and people watched. I didn't feel amazing but mentally and emotionally I was really happy and having a really nice time. We sat and just watched the world and talked. Eventually we would go check out some toys

stores and chatted with staff and Jess bought a hair clip that was shaped like a shrimp. I was having a lot of fun.

But we were both getting a little tired. We would take the scenic route back to the hotel. Checking out more of the neighborhood and houses. I liked seeing all the plants. Everything was just really pretty. We fantasized about buying a beach house together someday. And what we would theme it as. How we could have beach bikes and just enjoy the seashore together with our families. It was just a really nice thought.

When we got back to the hotel we moved the car to the front of the hotel, per the front desk instructions. And went to lay down. I was at my limit of walking for a while, Jess as well. So we would lay down and scrolled on our phones and rested in the AC for a while. The AC was very very cold after a bit though so Jess would turn it off and we would just lay in bed.

She looked up a restaurant down the street and we made 630 reservations. We thought it was going to be like a semi nice place based on the prices.

But we ended up not really liking it. Firstly it was incredibly loud. They had an older guy playing live music and it was actually really good, he was very talented, but it was so loud for how small the place was. I couldn't even hear our waiter. And while the food around us looked great we didn't really love what we got. Jess's soup was more like a butternut puree. I asked for no onions on my sandwich and it had so many onions I had to pull off. The fries were very greasy and were coated in way to much truffle oil. So eating was a bit tough, with an already fragile stomach. We would basically only eat half of our food. And I think our waiter felt bad because he took the soup off totally. He was nice though, it wasn't his fault. Just not the best place for us.

We would walk the sea wall on our way back to the hotel. I was shivering I was so cold. It was raining a little. The sky behind us was pink with storm clouds and was so beautiful. And soon we were safely back to our room.

We hung out. I took a shower. We watched TikToks. Discussed our plans for tomorrow. I am looking forward to what we plan to be a really nice day.

But now it is time to rest. I'm texting with my husband. Who has told me Crabcake escaped his tank again and was on Sweetp's pillow bed. And Ruby the Roomba a was stuck in a corner. Just came home to just all our pets in a state. Somehow Sweetp was the only one doing fine. I miss my home and all my family. But I am having a really nice time with Jess. I am very much ready to lay down now.

My stomach still hurts a little. But I will sip some water and do my best to just chill. I hope you all have a nice day tomorrow. Goodnight! Take care of yourself!

[yinnina]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚃𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝

Drip.... Drip... Drip...

I woke up feeling a lot better than I did the night before. The first thing I noticed once I opened my eyes were my crimson red nails, 'I guess I was too tired, that's kinda funny.'

I stretched before grabbing my uniform and a towel, heading outside of my dorm, finding a few students outside of the shower already. The halls were crowded, but soon each student started leaving in order to catch breakfast.

"Sorry! Are you ok?" A boy who looked younger than me bumped onto my chest. He was pretty short, but he looked like he could hold himself together.

"It's alright, are you feeling alright?" The boy nodded and explained to me that he was in a rush to take a shower and needed guidance, "No problem, I'm heading there, so it won't bother me to take you there."

"Thank you! Say, could I perhaps get your name?" I chuckled, "[Y/N] [L/N], pleasure to meet you."

The boy's eyes widened, "As in... The soon-to-be queen of the Zaterrian people?! As in the soon-to-be queen of the Walking Sand Desert?! I gotta be dreaming, or maybe I'm dead!" Zaterrians was what we called the people from back home, and they were named after one of the queens that managed killing half an army during war.

Sure, we kept peace most of the time, but that didn't meant that we didn't have rules that would behead people for kicks and fun—which you could clearly point fingers to more than half of our rulers. Did we kept peace with other nations? Sure. Are we known for being cruel to people? That too.

"You aren't dreaming nor dead... Is it that much of a surprise?" I murmured, and the boy shook his head, "No, it's just that... It's not an everyday thing you see royalty, more or so a girl just in general."

I shrugged, "Honestly, I am just as surprised as you onto why I'm here. The headmaster probably kept me just to bring eyes to his school."

The boy chuckled, "I'm Kirin Alsteek, and I'm also from the Walking Sand Desert. From the north, rather."

I raised an eyebrow in interest, "The north? Then you—"

I was interrupted by a certain red hair, "[Y/N], right? I've been informed that your schedule has changed," he handed me a paper, which I took quickly, "I also recommend you two get ready, you will be punished severely if you're late."

He left without another word, and we both sighed in defeat, "I guess he's right."

I nodded, leading the boy to the bathrooms. After we were both done, we quickly changed into our uniforms. Our attires weren't very different from neither each other nor the others, the only exception was that I wore a skirt that reached my thigh. I also wore square heel shoes that boosted my height ever so slightly.

I took off my jacket, revealing my red vest that laid on top of my shirt. "I believe this is where we part ways, more or so because I wouldn't want to be late on my first day here, but it was a pleasure meeting you, your highness."

Kirin bowed, and I told him that it wasn't necessary, but he only gave me a closed eye grin. He left quickly as he came, and I made my way to the Ramshackle dorm, waiting at the gates for the animal-mage and the magic-less boy as I stood out there, I watched as Crowley left the dorm, greeting me as he passed by.

"I swear, people here are weirder than the people from Rose Killer."

I heard footsteps from behind me, and I turned to meet two confused looks from certain boys, "I didn't know that they had female uniforms."

The pitch-high voice of Grim took over my ears, "Honestly, I didn't expect it either, but this works just fine."

Yuu joined in on the conversation, pointing at me, "I thought you might like the heat..."my ears perked at this, "Oh, you mean why did I take off my jacket? It's nothing much, really. I just didn't feel like wearing it, that's all."

The boy nodded, but it was clear to me that he didn't understand a word I had said, gladly for him, I left the topic alone and walked to the school with them. "Did I tell you that I just got my schedule changed completely?"

The creature then yelled onto my ears, more or so because I was in the middle of both of them, "What?! Did you do something wrong on the first day? Honestly, I wouldn't even be surprised."

I crossed my arms and furrowed my brows, "Well, first of all, I didn't do anything wrong. Second of all, I think that one of my classes was full, that's all."

As we walked to school, we held light conversations. The building wasn't far away from the dorms at all, but there was a little walking to be done beforehand.

"Hey, do you think I'll ever be able to go back home?..." The question threw me off, but I gave Yuu a tooth grin, "Don't think negative, I'm sure you'll make it back home safely after all."

He gave me a bittersweet smile, and Grim nodded in agreement, "Yeah! You have the great Grim after all! I'll make sure that you make it safely!"

Both mine and Yuu's sweat dropped a little, "There he goes again," Yuu whispered.

"You just can't miss it," I said in a hushed voice.

And clearly, Grim heard both of us, we just didn't pay much attention to his screaming. The school building then entered our vision as we made our way through the crowd of people.

"Wow," Grim was awed as he looked around, "so this is Main Street, huh? This is incredible!" the creature crossed his arms, "I didn't get to see much of it yesterday. What's the deal with these seven statues? All their faces look pretty scary."

Yuu shrugged, and I rolled my shoulders back as Grim kept going, "Like, this lady looks like she got some reeeal anger management issues," he pointed towards the Queen of Hearts and stared at her statue for a long while until we were interrupted by a voice.

"You don't know the Queen of Hearts?"

We all turned to meet the face of a red haired boy who had the painting of a heart on the left side of his face.

He was wearing the same shade of red I wore, and had the same arm-band that I had on my left arm, the only difference was that I was wearing a skirt with high-knee socks and didn't have my jacket on me at the moment. But other than that, we both had the same pattern on our uniforms, had the same tie, and even both of our uniforms were slightly loose in the neck.

"Queen of Hearts? Is she some kinda big deal?" Grim asked the red haired boy, and I slammed my hand over my forehead, 'For a monster, you sure know your Big Seven.'

The boy responded in a slightly cheerful voice, "She was a queen who lived in a maze-like garden of roses long, long ago," we all turned to look at the statue of the Queen of Hearts, "she was a strict woman who prized order above all. She wouldn't tolerate a rose being off-color, or her playing-card soldiers being out of step.

"She basically ruled over a kingdom of madness, but not one of her subjects dared to defy her. You wanna know why? Because the punishment for breaking a rule was immediate decapitation!"

We all listened to the boy talk, and I spaced out for a moment, thinking to myself, what if that was me someday? I wouldn't mind being feared, even if I already was.

Grim was in shock, saying how that was messed up, but the boy only smiled, "Pretty cool, right? I'm a big fan. I mean, who would bother to obey a queen that was kind all the time?"

I chuckled, "That is true. A leader must be strong, both inside and outside in order to be followed. But I believe that is besides the topic," I turned to look at the boy, "I do hope we get your name."

The boy smiled brightly, introducing himself with cheer, "Name's Ace. I'm a first-year student here, as of... today! Pleased to meetcha!"

"I'm [Y/N], pleasure to meet you."

I didn't know why, but my gut felt like something more was behind this whole thing. I simply tried shrugging it off at the moment as Grim smiled proudly and cockily, "I'm Grim! I'm a prodigy who's planning to be, like, the greatest mage who ever lived. That there's my far less interesting hench-human."

Grim was clearly talking about Yuu, and we all knew it, "'Yuu'? Huh. Name's got an odd ring to it."

Yuu only smiled awkwardly, "It's nice to meet you."

Grim then decided to get the attention of Ace once again, pointing towards the lion. "So tell me, Ace. Is that lion with a scar in the eye a famous ruler too?"

"Of course!"

Sure, I had paid attention to my history lessons, but every story did touch my interest. If there was one thing I could never get bored of, it is getting told stories. That is pretty much how I spend my time while inside the Blood Temple, and not because I was locked inside, trapped and waiting to die, I simply never went out because everyone knew better than going out when the sun was out.

I always loved listening to the stories that the people told me, like how they became royal guards, or how the one of the past rulers almost died—which was very often, if you asked me. But for some reason, our bloodline either died really young, or old enough to have a grandchild.

But don't get me wrong, most of them died pretty young, one of our rulers dying on the night of her coronation at eighteen. It was said that she died due to a broken heart, since coronation has to be done in the same week, if not day, that the last queen passes on.

"That's the King of Beasts who ruled the savanna. But he wasn't born into the throne—he had to earn it through hard work and elaborate schemes. When he became king, he decreed that the hyenas would be pariahs no more, and should live among his subjects as equals."

The Grim was in shock, "Sounds like a great guy! Not everyone's able to look past social status like that."

I then remembered Kirin, 'Yeah, thanks Grim, really appreciate it. In all honesty.'

Grim continued to ask about every other ruler, and Ace answered with honesty about the Sea Witch, the Sorcerer of the Sands, the Fairy Queen, the King of the Underworld and the Torn Fairy. And even after all of that, I still had this guy feeling.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Ace then gave us a cocky grin, "Not like some piddling weasel."

I sighed. "I'm seriously starting to think that everyone in my dorm is just as messed up in the head," I murmured to myself.

Ace laughed loudly till his stomach hurt, clearly mocking both Yuu and Grim, "Come on, you're the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right? The one summoned by the Dark Mirror who can't even use magic, and the monster no one summoned at all.

"It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!"

Grim was trying to tell him off while me and Yuu simply stared at the boy, him and disbelief and me in disappointment. This boy was the most naive person I've ever come across, right below You and Grim—ignoring the fact that Grim was a monster, not a human.

"So I'm the end, neither of you got admitted and now you're janitors? Ah ha ha! SO lame!"

The fight was mostly between Grim and Ace, I didn't say anything, and rather just listened to them.

"Uh-oh... This is not gonna end well," Whispered Yuu to me, and I nodded my head as I watched both boys from slightly afar.

"Unlike you, I have classes to get to, so I'll let you get back to picking trash. Bye!" And as much as I wanted to tear his guts apart, I knew the boy was right, and he clearly knew it too, for he waited slightly, turning towards me as he gave me another one of his grins.

"Myuh-uh!" Grim called out, "You ain't walking away from me! It's too late for that!" We couldn't see anything other than blue flames that surrounded us. I then thought, why was I even brought into this whole mess? In all honesty, I could've just left for class without a problem, so why exactly am I here?

"No one makes fun of Grim, Master of FireN I'm gonna make that explodey-head of yours explode all over again!"

"Explodey-head?!" The boy asked, clearly irritated, "You wanna throw down with me, shorty? You got some guts. You wanna talk hair, huh? I'm gonna shave you like a toy poodle!"

I sighed in irritation, watching the whole scene unfold in front of my eyes and seeing as students started surrounding us. Clearly, I would never catch a break in this school.

[mellow-melodies]

Dec 15, 10 PM

Ayyy I'm back at it again, trying to journal digitally. Haven't done this in a while so hi. To anyone reading this (gosh I hope no one's reading this /hj) hi.

Not doing much atm, watching arcane alone in the living room while messing around on Quotev and Tumblr. Good news is I got a shower today. I'd been too tired to take a shower for a few days so I was glad I could.

I feel a lot calmer now, guess just a shower can do wonders. Today's been..kinda shit honestly but it's okay now.

I kinda miss journaling on Quotev, might do that today too, but it kinda takes a lot of brain power to write in two journals. We'll see ig. The journal I had over there inspired me to journal here, actually. Piece of lore you didn't know but now you do. Really I was afraid Quotev would shut down and I wouldn't have somewhere to journal anymore. Thankfully it's still up; it's got lots of important shit for my writing and characters too, and I don't have the mental energy to move it somewhere else, believe me, I tried. So Quotev better not fucking die on me.

Also was wondering if I should redecorate this blog? Probably will. I've got a few ideas but nothing specific. I just think it could look a little nicer or at least different. I've left this blog alone so long that this isn't really my style anymore. I'll probably stick with the same general grunge/nature vibe, but maybe I'll lean a little more into a cryptid thing. Idk yet.

Also I swear I will kill something if my parents call transgender men "disheartening" or "unnatural" or "sad" one more FUCKING TIME. What's really disheartening is how they can't accept anything fucking different than they are.

Watching the Isha Fucking Dies scene and I'm totally not about to cry. Before my sister pointed out how in her memories the under city looks so bright and clean and happy because that was her view of it with Jinx. Jinx made her world look so much brighter. Dude it's killing me /hj.

And "That which inspires us to our greatest good is also the cause of our greatest evil" is such a good fucking line.

11:10 PM

Another thing I found was super interesting was how Powder in the other universe was so afraid of losing herself and what made her who she is by chasing her dreams. I just never thought of it that way. I take myself on adventures and find myself along the way. It helps me learn about how I react to things and what I'll feel. I almost feel like opposite of what Powder described, like if I don't have something new to do I'll never find myself or figure myself out. If I'm not interacting with new things there's nothing new to discover or observe about myself. And I like that I'm always changing. I didn't always like it, but I do now. If I wasn't always changing, I think I'd get bored of my own company pretty fast. And right now all I have is my own company, so I have to keep myself entertained somehow.

I'm not a lesbian but when Mel transforms into a mage....augxvugvdyvcgwydg holy shit holy shit wtf she's so pretty ohmigosh. (I'm definitely a lesbian.)

1:00 AM

Showing my sister The Art Of Murder since I really like it and I'm hoping she likes it :333 She seems to think it's funny so that's a win in my book. She was laughing at some of Sosuke's lines.

~ 3:00 AM

Just gonna post this whenever. Keep forgetting to so yeah. Peace out ✌

[keefwho]

April 18 - 2024 Thursday

11:05pm

5.5/10

Overnight I woke up about 5 times, my pulled shoulder hurt a ton no matter what position I was in. I had some common melancholic dreams. This morning I woke up with the intention of staying in bed. But I knew that wouldn't help and I wasn't feeling THAT bad anymore, I had gotten it out of my system the night before. I skipped cleaning this morning. I took a loooong shower. For breakfast I made a jimmy dean sandwich and rice like yesterday. I didn't want to eat but I knew I had to and it's pretty easy to make.

I started work mostly on time. I warmed with deer sketches. Then I cranked out 2 hours of work on the Venus comic without distraction because mom was gonna take me to the store right after. I talked about wanting to cut down on swearing and was essentially told that was stupid which I stood my ground on because it is OPINION. I'd like to come off less as confrontational.

Mom took me to the store and told me about getting in contact with her long lost sister. At the store I got drinks and a huge bag of uncooked chicken strips and nuggets. The cashier my age asked if I had enough chicken and I told her I eat this every single night. I wasn't sure what more conversation to make, I want to think of something for next time. Something to actually talk about.

When I got back, I spent my lunch playing VRchat in the probability labs game. I joined a furry group instance that was annoying, then joined a much better one. Someone there caught my attention, this 25 year old babysitter who was actually speaking normally so I made conversation with her and her 2 friends, they were all nice. Before leaving I got the go ahead to friend request. For lunch I had made tuna spaghetti and a fruit cup.

I did my afternoon work in VC with TK, her boyfriend, and NJ. Pretty casual time, I got my work done after a little bit. Then I moved onto working on my Mr Bean world. TK was fascinated watching me work in Blender. Also she's only seen the 2nd Mr Bean so I insisted we have a movie night to watch the first. They had to leave about when I was done working.

I asked DS to play horse game tonight. I grinded a little while I waited. When she joined we did some horse catching and got to the next island. She also showed me some really funny clips of horse dressage. In bed we cleared puzzles, read 4 whole chapters of Monster High that were really good, and finished the Little Mermaid world in KH2. I started Agrabah and had a lot of trouble activating a really simple switch puzzle because I had to do it from a certain angle.

[doodlebugreturns]

Mushroom Mischief 2 (part 1) 🍄

-sequel to this little fanfiction-

For my dearest friend, @toadsbackpack. I hope this makes you feel better.

🍄🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤🍄

Mario was leisurely taking a nap on his bed. He just started to drift off to sleep, when he heard Luigi scream like a girl. And it was loud! It scared Mario so bad that his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and he nearly fell off of the bed. After catching his breath, he asked his brother, “What was that for?” To which he responded,

“How did this fake mouse get here? You know I hate critters!” He gestured his hand toward the fake mouse lying in the drawer. “I know you put that thing there to scare me, Mario.” Maybe it was because he was abruptly woken up and his brain wasn't working at full capacity, but he didn't remember doing that at all.

“Wasn’t me.”

“Oh? Who else would be snooping around our house just to pull a prank on me?"

"I don't know." He responded.

"Ah- that's it. I'm getting you back. Just you wait. And when I do, I'm going to take responsibility for it. So watch your back."

The brothers went to a local outdoor restaurant for lunch. It was cloudy and a little bit chilly, but otherwise a nice day. The restaurant was owned by a friendly Toad named Chanterelle. Not as friendly as their friend Toad (few people are), but just an average friendly Toad.

“Good morning, Mario. Good morning, Luigi. What’ll it be today?”

“Morning, Chanterelle. How about a BLT with a Yoshi fruit mix?” Said Mario.

“Make that a double order.” Luigi added.

“Drinks?” The toad asked.

“Uhh…how about an orange soda?”

“Cola for me.”

“Got it. See you two in a bit.” When Mario went to go take a seat, Luigi stayed behind.

“Psst. Chanterelle.” He whispered. “We’re having a prank war. Shake up Mario’s soda, would ya?” He couldn’t help but snicker. The toad giggled in response. Luigi then joined his brother. In a few short minutes, their food was ready. They went over to the stand and grabbed their respective meals, the only difference being what soda would end up on one of the brothers' face. While Luigi was looking at his food, he didn’t realize that Mario had his soda can pointed directly at his face. Luigi looked at his brother. By the time he registered what was going on, soda was already being shot at his face. He sputtered, making Mario laugh.

“You really think getting carbonated drinks in a prank war is a good idea, bro?”

“Ppt- pfft- pt- okay, I deserved that.” Luigi then opened his own drink. Both of them were very surprised when the exact same thing happened again. Luigi froze and Mario exploded into harder laughter. He looked in the direction of the food stand (as best as he could, considering his current situation) and yelled, “Really?!” Making him laugh, too. Realizing how funny this was, Luigi couldn’t help but smile. Besides, this would be a great excuse to get his brother back.

 Mario repeatedly walked into clear tape that Luigi had set up. In turn, the younger brother ended up getting sprayed in the face while doing dishes with the old held-down-spray-nozzle. But they also found practical jokes that neither of them had ever used before, such as Mario’s hair being dyed by the shampoo during his shower. Luigi couldn’t find his underwear. These practical jokes continued for a few hours. After a while, the two didn’t leave each other’s side so they couldn’t set up any mischief. So the both of them were very surprised when they saw their house littered with banana peels. At first, they just looked at each other, thinking the same thing?

"When did you do that?" Mario asked.

"When did I do that? Why did you attempt such a stupid prank?" If the two of them had been keeping an eye on each other, how could either one of them pull this off? Unless...

"Luigi, I swear I didn't do this. Someone else has to be messing with us." The two looked at each other for a moment before coming up with an agreement:

"Donkey Kong." They said at the same time.

The brothers immediately went to Toad’s house, because they knew that DK was also there. The two of them had become friends, and developed a brotherly/buddy relationship. The monkey was surprised and confused when the Mario brothers barged into the house and started pestering him for things he didn’t do.

“All right, fess up. We know you’ve been pulling pranks on us all day!” Mario accused.

“What?” The Kong answered. He was mostly confused, but also annoyed about this. Toad just snickered to himself.

“Yeah, who else would have that many banana peels lying around?”

“Literally.” Mario added.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now go away.” Toad started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“It was me! I did it.” Toad replied. “And the hair dye. And the underwear. And the mouse.” Donkey Kong didn’t notice before, but Mario’s hair was dyed green. Luigi was a little wet, but it was barely noticeable. He then turned to look at Toad.

“How many of my bananas did you take?”

"All of them.” Toad grinned at the beast towering over him. DK was very annoyed by his. No one gets between a Kong and his bananas. He then picked the little troublemaker by his vest.

“You’ve been causing trouble for everyone, haven’t you?” He asked in a mocking tone. The little toad smiled nervously as he was suspended in the air. He turned to the brothers again, with a very smug expression. “What should the punishment be, boys?” 

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