#just caused me extra stress in a run that ended pretty well for me all things considered

[ephemeralbreakpoint]

see i understand and sympathize with kins who Hate It Here and don't feel like they should be human but i am so not one of them. like yeah, i miss the cool wind stuff but i am not a cat anymore and that's everything to me

[justdontaskme]

Home Sick (Leah Williamson x Reader)

A/N: It's been so long! I'm trying to get back into things but don't be surprised if I dip again, unfortunately. I want to go back and finish some of my WIPs but needed to get something out. Let me know what you think!

Normally, a day off from practice was a godsend, and you’d spend most of the day tangled in bed with your girlfriend. The day would be filled with laziness as you both enjoyed the simplicity and stillness the rare day of no obligations could hold. 

Yet, today, at this very moment, you felt as if you were at your wit’s end. And said girlfriend was the source of much of the current frustration. 

You’ve been slaving away in the kitchen since you woke up this morning, preparing to feed your whole team as they were scheduled to arrive later today. If you were being honest, there was a part of you that was beginning to regret even deciding to host, but it was too late now. 

Ordinary team hangouts were usually chill, with all the girls coming over for drinks and a movie or game night. Today though, you had planned an early Friendsgiving dinner. Well, it was actually Emily’s idea after she heard you were feeling extra homesick this year. 

Your fellow American picked up on your sour mood lately, and she hounded you until you admitted that you had seen a bunch of videos about people already planning out Thanksgiving menus. In fact, your family group chat had been going off with your parents asking for a head count for the special dinner and any dish requests. 

Since neither you nor Emily were going to make it home for the holiday, it only made sense for you two to celebrate this holiday with your new team. It didn’t matter that they didn’t quite understand the hype of this specific holiday here on the other side of the pond, they were more than happy to learn and eat. 

When word got to Leah, she was onboard instantly, wanting to do whatever she could to help alleviate any feeling of you missing home. While you loved and appreciated your girlfriend for wanting to help, right now you really just needed her to get out of your way. 

“Leah! Get out of the kitchen!” you said, shooing your girlfriend away before she could knock something else over. You grabbed another dish towel and started wiping up the sauce the blonde managed to get all over the counter. 

“I’m just trying to help,” she said, standing right behind you with a bunch of paper towels in hand, causing you to run straight into her when you turned around. 

After throwing the dirty towel into the sink to rinse later, you grabbed Leah’s shoulders so you could face her directly, “I know, babe, but right now you are literally stressing me out more than you are helping me.”

The blonde pouted, visibly deflating, her voice mumbled, “I didn’t mean to stress you out.”

Your face softened at her words. Leah really was just trying to help, but with a million different things going on in the kitchen at once she was more a hazard than anything else. A hand went up, cupping her cheek.

“I know you want to help, but cooking has never been your strong suit,” you said, your voice light to let her know you were teasing. “How about you help instead by sitting right here,” you patted the kitchen counter that was currently free of anything, “and keep me company?”

“I could do that,” she smiled, stepping away from you just enough that she could hop up and place herself in the open space you had previously cleared for her. 

Once she was settled, you took a step forward, standing between her legs, “You’ll be the best helper from right here.”

She dipped her head down, stealing a quick kiss from your lips. “Anything else you need from me?”

“I just need you to sit there and tell me I look pretty,” you told her, your arms slipping around her as you hid your face in her neck. 

“Oooo, complimenting my beautiful and gorgeous girlfriend. My speciality,” she grinned, her hands running up and down your back soothingly. 

As Leah sat there, with her cheek resting against the top of your head, she whispered all the sweet nothings you wanted to hear into your ear. It helped calm your racing mind as you started to refocus on the task at hand. 

Reluctantly, you stepped out of Leah’s embrace, one hand sitting on her thigh as you turned and took in the kitchen, mentally planning out what dish needed attention next. You left Leah to attend to your dishes, asking Leah to taste things here and there. In your mind, since she was the pickiest eater on the team, if it passed Leah’s taste tests, then it would be good enough for the others. 

If anyone asked, you would deny it, but you literally almost cried in relief when Alessia and Emily showed up almost two hours later. Your friends being the extra sets of hands you desperately needed in the kitchen. With their help, things started moving much more smoothly. 

As the day went on, your teammates slowly started to filter in with drinks, other homemade dishes, or desserts in hand. Now that you had helpers, Leah was free to play hostess, checking in on everyone and making sure you were supplied with drinks that Katie was kind enough to mix for everyone. A few of your teammates offered their help, but with the kitchen being as small as it was, you, Emily, and Alessia were better off handling the food. 

Steadily, the house filled with smells of all the different food as things were almost done. The space in your apartment was becoming almost nonexistent, but it was obvious your teammates were enjoying themselves if their laughs and screams were anything to go by. Despite what some would consider chaos, this is exactly what you needed. 

As the last few dishes were either finishing up or were being reheated, you three finally took a nice break to catch up on drinks and gossip. 

Alessia was telling a story about something Tooney had gotten herself into back in the day when you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist from behind.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?”

You turned your head to find Leah flashing you a bright grin. Her smile was one of the reasons you were enjoying yourself so much despite all the crazy and hard work from prepping and cooking over the past few days. 

“Everything is perfect,” you told her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said, squeezing you a little tighter. She held you in her arms, joining in on your conversation with Emily and Alessia, only disappearing once to refill your drink for you. 

When the timer went off from the oven, you felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders. Your friends chuckled as they watched you slip out of your girlfriend’s arms and back to the oven.

With a huge sigh of relief, you slipped on the oven mitts and went to grab the star of the night. While having a turkey was a staple for the holiday, you decided to forgo it to keep your sanity for the day. 

Instead, you decided to try your hand at something new that you felt would garner much more appreciation. After triple checking that everything was cooked and ready, you gave Leah a nod to get everyone ready to eat. 

“Dinner is ready!” she called, watching as a few of the young ones and Katie started playfully shoving each other in their haste to get first in line for food. You watched as everyone lined up buffet style and served themselves before looking for a space to eat, either at the table, on the couch, or up against the wall.

After everyone else was served, you grabbed a plate and started making a plate for your girlfriend as she went to reprimand the young ones for making a mess on the coffee table.

“This is so good, Y/N! Can you cook for us all the time?” Beth said around a mouthful of food. 

You rolled your eyes, “I already do, Beth,” you reminded her, thinking of all the days Beth would show up unannounced, looking for food and company since Viv moved to Manchester. 

“True, but you don’t make all this,” she countered, stealing a piece of bread off of Steph’s plate when the Australian was dealing with Kyra trying to overload her plate with food. 

“Thanksgiving special, so enjoy this while you can because I will not be cooking like this for some time,” you said, handing Leah her plate of food, when she came back. 

“Aren’t you eating?” she asked after thanking you, taking a seat so you could then sit in her lap. It was a little harder for her to eat this way, but she really just wanted you close. She felt like she barely saw you today as soon as people started showing up. 

“Maybe later, I just need a sec,” you told her, urging her to eat while the food was still hot. Honestly, you had quite a fill from taste testing and right now you were content to sit back and watch everyone enjoy themselves as long as you had a drink in hand.

“I’m a bit surprised there weren’t Smileys on the menu, with Leah living here and all,” Alessia said, digging into her food. 

You chuckled, seeing Leah’s mouth fall upon at the open attack, “We’re working on expanding her horizons on her food.”

Your girlfriend turned to you, her face full of betrayal, “I eat more than just Smileys!”

“Oh, I know, babe. Why do you think I made a ham instead of a turkey? Now you’ll be set with a ham sandwich for like the next week,” you said, grabbing a napkin to wipe the bit of food that spilled from the side of her mouth.

“Lucky! Now you don’t have to cook. Not that you really did much of that before.”

“I can cook!” Leah nearly shouted, sitting back from her food, glaring at her teammates.

“No, Leah. You can heat things up. There’s a big difference,” Lia said, jumping on the train to tease her best friend.

“I would take more offense to that, but you lot are just jealous that I have a girlfriend who is not only insanely pretty but loves to cook for me,” Leah said, sitting up proudly and sending you a quick wink.

“I mean she’s not my girlfriend, but she does keep me fed pretty regularly,” Beth reminded her. 

“And for that comment, Beth, you are not allowed to take any leftovers home with you,” Leah asserted, a satisfactory smirk in place when her friend immediately tried to backtrack all statements.

“Are we going to go around the table and say what we’re grateful for like they do in movies?” Kyra asked, switching topics before Leah and Beth’s banter could continue. 

You waved your hand, dismissing the idea while you took a rather large swig of your drink. The alcohol started to kick in and relax you more now that all of your responsibilities for the day were now over, “No, not really. I don’t know about you, Foxy, but we never really did that at my house. It sounds sweet in practice, but it was pretty awkward the one year we tried it. You are more than welcome to share if you want, but don’t feel like you have to.”

“I, for one, have something to say,” Leah stated, chasing her last bite with a bit of water before she cleared her throat. “It may sound corny and everything, but I want to say I’m thankful for having all of you in my life, especially this one right next to me. After doing my ACL, having you lot support me through it all and being able to share things like this is a dream.”

“Stop being so emotional, you’re going to make me cry,” Katie shouted, pretending to fan away imaginary tears in her eyes.

“Okay, okay, one more thing. Last one to clean up after themself is on dish duty!” Leah exclaimed, taking the last bite from her plate before rushing to put the dish in the sink.

From there it was a mad rush to the sink, as a few snuck around, packing some food to go home with them as the chaos reigned around them. 

You continued to watch everything unfold with rapt interest, refilling your glass and cheersing with Foxy who was following your lead. With these people you considered a second family, you truly felt a sense of home, healing that little patch of homesickness you had been feeling lately. 

[scoutswritingcorner]

Hello, i have noticed the lack of love for my girls, Charlie and Vaggie, could you do a Charlie x Reader x Vaggie? OT3?

Love Triangle? No, Love Circle.

Chaggie x GN!Reader

A/N: Before anyone jumps down my esophagus to yell at me about the character’s sexuality. I know Vaggie’s canonically a lesbian and Charlie is bisexual, I know. Don’t send hate or anything cause I will delete that shit, I don’t have time for it. Alright with that out of the way. LET'S JUMP IN!! I also made headcanons- If you want a fic I will definitely write one, I just kinda dumped my brain on this.

TW: A little nsfw at the end I’m sorry (not really I need more)

-🎀 First off let me say, these girls love you in every way imaginable but they show it in different ways. Charlie shows it by hugs and kisses between work to constantly profess her love to you and Vaggie so all of hell could listen. Vaggie shows her love in more simple acts like getting you food or dragging you away from work if she sees you working too hard. 

-👑 Both women are very very protective of you as well, now that’s not say they won’t go overboard if you get caught in the line of fire from the random villain of the day. Both have different ways of trying to get you out of trouble but will immediately come to your defense if they dare try to lay a hand on you. Charlie tries to get the situation to settle down while Vaggie locates every exit there to get you out as fast as she can if it goes south.

-🎀 Don’t get me started on if you surprise them both with a date, day off or just a simple random kiss. Both of them get extremely flustered when this happens, it’s amazing to see it happen. Don’t worry though both ladies will get you back in some fashion just keep an eye out.

Going off of the kiss idea? You gotta know when to strike to really catch one or both off guard. Charlie is by far the easiest to catch off guard, she’s just so busy and her mind is everywhere all at once it gets too much sometimes so you walking up to her and bringing her into a gentle but sweet kiss gets all the stress out. Of course she’s gonna let out a soft squeak and get all blushy but she almost always melts into the kiss immediately. This is just a headcanon of mine but she definitely stims by tapping her hooves on the ground to show how happy or excited she is. (GIVE ME MORE GOAT LIKE CHARLIE CONTENT PLEASE)

Vaggie is somewhat harder to surprise, she’s trained to immediately notice when someone is trying to sneak up on her or when something is out of place. She can’t help it and sometimes she wishes she didn’t really have to be this extra vigilant, but to really surprise her and get her flustered. Don’t be sneaky at all cause once again she will immediately and unapologetically point it out. So your best bet? Just walk up to her and kiss her cheek or on her lips. She won’t see it coming at all, she’ll get all red in the face and flustered beyond belief that her wings might just pop out.

-👑 Now if you work at the hotel with them Charlie will most likely try to help lighten your workload (please tell her your okay, baby stresses enough as is). Vaggie will help in some way or form whilst making sure Charlie isn’t overworking herself. Oh you need more paper? Don’t worry she’s running to get more. Something or someone is getting on your nerves? She’s pulling you away to do something else or she’s scaring the other person away.

-🎀 If you don’t work at the hotel and you keep coming back stressed as ever? Don’t worry your pretty little head, they will pamper you all night and the next morning? Your boss is suddenly giving you a pay raise AND the next four weeks off. 

-👑 If you are an early bird that tends to wake up at or a little after the crack of dawn? Good luck getting out of bed. Charlie is a cuddler and will not let you out so easily, Vaggie in my mind is a light sleeper so she wakes up to give you a gentle kiss before immediately falling back asleep head on Charlie’s chest. Double the points if you cook them breakfast when they wake up, you won’t escape their barrage of kisses.

-🎀 They both will allow you to steal some of their clothes and will steal your clothes in return. It’s a win-win situation. 

Charlie is canonically tall, like 6 foot something now- if you're taller than her she is wearing any hoodies or sweatpants of yours there is no discussion here. It will happen. But if you are shorter than her which is most likely she will happily let you and Vaggie steal her sweatshirts/hoodie/jackets.

Vaggie on the other hand is short like 5’5 (me too girl wtf-) or 5’7 so if you're taller than her? She’s stealing your clothes too but she’s much sneakier than Charlie. But if you're shorter or the same height as her she’ll allow you to steal her clothes as well but please don’t keep them for a week straight. She has a routine of doing all three of your guys' laundry and she doesn’t want to miss cleaning certain clothes you and Charlie steal.

-👑omg let me tell you- these girls love to pamper the shit out of you but if you return it? They will fall more in love with you. Massaging Vaggie’s back after a rough day or maybe helping her preen her wings. Washing Charlie’s hair or maybe rubbing where her horns are at as she lays between your legs and rants about whatever had her upset that day or if we are going down the path where Charlie has more goat like features (pls someone- I want to talk about this) just helping trimming her hooves. Girl needs to be extra pampered with her lovers after the shit she has to put up with day to day.

A little nsfw that’s popping in my mind- MINORS GO AWAY

-🎀OH BOY- Wearing something that fits your curves just right or something that’s a little showy gets both of them flustered and ready to drag you somewhere else. Charlie (bless her soul) tries to respectfully look away but you can catch how her gaze keeps drifting back to you and Vaggie? She’s looking respectfully and she’s not hiding it either.

-👑 Tease them all day long and they will not allow you to walk in the morning or the next few days. So…use caution when teasing The Princess of Hell and an ex-exorcist. They love you but they won’t go easy on you.

-🎀 Overall 20/10 relationship, may have some rough patches but they love you and will 100% talk everything out.

[jade-jini]

I’m sorry for not posting in like forever but I’m having insane thoughts rn (thanks to the gay writers. I’m looking at you ugar.) about Giselle and her boobs and and -

Giselle who knows you have an oral fixation so always lets you suck on her nipples. Sometimes it’s not even sexual sometimes you just wanna cuddle and sleep with them in your mouth <3 most of the time tho-

It’s supposed to be a way to relax you and it does but 😭 it also can make you go insane and lightheaded because the sensation and taste of her chest in your hands and mouth is just so good UGH. You always make a wet mess on her chest ‘cause you get so needy about them.

“Jesus y/n, Wtf baby?” She says in a scolding tone but not really.

“I’m sorry, they’re too pretty, can’t help it. Can I keep going please?” You just can’t get enough of them, and of course she lets you. Whether you have small or big hands, it doesn’t matter they are BIG and just so perfect.

Giselle who knows she can turn you into her personal little fucktoy, a human-size sex toy as long as she has her boobs in your mouth ‘cause your brain turns into nothing 🤤. She fucks herself on your strap or rides your pussy for hours without you getting tired, having her coming multiple times and of course leaving her chest almost numb ‘cause you didn’t stop giving them attention at all.

For g!p reader listen to me I can’t not talk about this… but fucking her tits broooo. You’re on your desk trying to get some work done and she either noticed you were stressed or simply felt like it because cmon, this woman knows she’s hot and sexy and (I need to write about how much she can turn herself on). Anyways, she gets on her knees in front of you and you’re like ?? But your cock has a mind of its own and it’s already getting hard just by that image. She giggles at how easily she can get you horny and ready. Aeri loves knowing the effect she has on you. So she starts unbuttoning her shirt and surprise! Of course she wasn’t using a bra (imagine using one at home😨). Aeri took your member out of your pants and in her hands to start working on it with her mouth as well until you were painfully hard and wet (which didn’t take too long). Once she thought you were ready, she put your cock in between her tits, and squeezed them together creating a perfect friction.

“Fuck baby…” you sighed as she moved them up and down your length. This was one of your favorite things fr. You wanted to kiss her but she lightly pushed you to your chair.

“Nope.” She simply said with that teasing smirk of hers and she started going faster, your hips matching her speed as you fuck her tits. “Relax, baby. Just focus on making a mess on them yes? Come on them, enjoy the view of your cum on my body.” You ended up doing a complete mess on her chest and face, and Aeri made sure to lick you clean and to collect some of it with her finger and taste it, moaning at the taste that she so much enjoyed, and there you were, hard af again and ready to keep going.

Giselle who lowkey bribes you and makes you do whatever she wants with the promise of letting you suck on her titties nfixncknd from behaving at the mall after spending hours in there when you just wanna go home to running errands for her 😭 (you’d do it either way but the extra motivation ain’t bad-)

Going back to a more fluffy side tho- Giselle who knows when you had a rough day and the only thing you want is to cuddle and watch a movie with her, movie that you never finish ‘cause you pass out in her arms as you suck on her tits and she plays with your hair, making you have the best sleep and dreams with your gf and her perfect body <3.

(A little thing I needed to get outta my system but I’m working on the asks I promise 😭)

[imasoftieforbarb]

Hi! This had been on my mind for some time and im wondering if u can write it? Clay with a fiancee that unlike like most trolls is an introvert? And doesn't go out much. She looks tired, like messy hair and sleepy eyes.

It's because she has 4 older brothers of whom the oldest has a sickness which makes him bedridden, so she takes care of him. The other brothers have gone their seperate ways- only visiting once every 5 months or so. And could you also do brozones reaction to this? Take your time and thank you!

Clay x Introvert Fiancé Reader

He knew your family situation was sorta like his

He just didn’t know the extent of it

The way you guys met was through Viva

She introduced him to you cause you were pretty low key and he was too tired for upbeat-ness

When he asked you to be his fiancé you sat him down (after you said yes with the biggest smile ever) and explained the full story behind your family

The reason you leave Putt Putt Village every month? To look after your older brother who’s seriously ill

Your other brothers? You have no idea where they are

He comforts you through it all- he gets special permission from Viva to leave with you to look after your brother together

No way in hell is he gonna let you go through that alone

On your journey to where your oldest brother lives, he explains his family situation

And you both talk about it- a heart to heart

You definitely both start crying

I like to hc Clay as someone who likes to read to his S/O

So he reads to you to help you calm down and sleep

He meets your older brother who is absolutely ecstatic to meet ‘the famous Clay who’s got my little sister swooning’

You glare at him playfully from behind Clay

Clay enjoys spending time with your brother, who tells him that he’s happy you’ve got someone to lean on now

Clay sees how hard you work to make sure your brother has everything and is comfortable

Clay also meets the nanny (who apparently has a crush on your brother)

When you leave, your brother demands that he gets to come to the wedding and tells Clay to take extra good care of you

When he meets his brothers again, he introduces you but makes sure they don’t encroach on your personal space

Explains that you’re an introvert

They all go “aaaaaaaah gotcha” then start bombardons you with questions from a safe distance

They didn’t get the hint

You don’t go with them- Clay insists you stay in the village, he doesn’t want you in danger

You have a heartfelt hug and kiss before you run off to delay viva from finding out

“You gotta promise me you’ll be safe”

He presses a final kiss to your lips before softly resting his forehead on yours

“I promise”

It takes everything in Bruce to not cry

You do join in the journey with viva- you wanna make sure he’s alright

You end up being the one to free him from the shoulder pads and you have a quick hug through the diamond before they leave to trip Velvet

You stay with Viva and Poppy whilst the brothers cry for Floyd

Clay introduces you to Floyd as soon as possible

You end up getting along pretty well-

Then one day, when Brozone, Poppy and King Peppy are visiting Putt Putt Village to pick up Viva but also see the full extent of it

Your three other brothers show up

By this point your wedding is approaching and you’re stressing out a little bit

But you’ve also told Clay, and the others about your relationship with your other brothers

And even Poppy can see that the bond can’t be fixed

So when they show up?

They’re met with an angry Clay refusing to let them see you knowing how much it hurts when they turn up just to leave

Disappointed Bruce and Floyd who just look on with deadpan expressions, shaking their heads

JD runs to get you- letting you know that you have a choice and you don’t have to see them

You end up seeing them, holding Clays hand for comfort as you do the bare minimum of introducing them to everyone

Asking your brothers what they want now, only rolling your eyes when they tell you they need various things from you

You kick them out of the village, telling them the only way they can come to your wedding is if your older brother lets them come

They all pale cause there’s no way that’s happening

Clay holds you whilst you have a little cry

100/10 husband material

Let me know if I should do a PT2 the wedding!

[icallhimjoey]

Can we have a sweet and soft Christmas eve with Joey? Just the two of us? pretty please

this was requested at the perfect time, so thank you, and merry christmas my sluts! Wordcount: 1.7K

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Still Love Me?

"I'm sorry, I'm not crying because I'm upset, d-don't worry, I just..."

You don't get like this very often. Usually, trying to be extra affectionate makes you scrunch your nose up, makes you squirm and laugh and cringe. Makes you push him away, not taking the extra hugs and kisses seriously at all.

Joe doesn't mind.

"What's wrong?"

It's actually nice to not always feel the need to give you more. To not be afraid that maybe you'd be upset after not immediately coming over to hug and kiss you when he'd walk in at the end of the day.

But something's different tonight.

It's likely the holiday stress that's getting to you. Nothing a pair of extra affectionate warm embracing arms won't fix.

"I thought we had more cheese, but all we've got left is this..."

You suppress a sob.

Unsuccessfully.

Joe knows the tears are only there because all of everything has come together for the perfect storm, and you're just about ready to fall apart.

It's sort of cute that it's a lack of cheese that does it, and Joe's secretly glad it's not something that he'd done or said that got you. That it's not his fault, and that he doesn't have to apologise over something unimportant.

It's fine, though, the crying.

Joe had been ready for it.

He's got steady hands and is prepared to catch whatever needs catching. Knows how to put you back together just fine.

"Why did I do this? I've got to stop sneaking things, I– look, there's no... this is all we've got..."

You've got family coming over tomorrow, and it's the first year that your place is the spot for the big get together. It's nerve-racking in new ways you didn't know existed before because you're bringing both sets of parents in, and all you want to do is make the family proud.

Be the perfect daughter.

Have the stepmothers and stepdads get along as well as all of the divorced people. All of the siblings. Step-siblings.

Fuck, there's too many people coming over.

Could you still cancel, do you think?

You just... you just want Christmas be wholesome, and festive, and cosy, full of laughter and love and just... have it be perfect.

It's almost become a bit of a passion project, and it's quite literally driven you mad.

Well. Driven you to tears, at least.

Joe looks over and sees you hold a little block of brie cheese. It's not much, and it's got a bite taken out of it.

"Wait, did you–" Joe's already smiling, because what the fuck is he looking at right now? His girlfriend's got tears in her eyes and is stood in front of the opened fridge door, holding a bit of French cheese that has teeth marks in.

Surely, you are able to imagine what this looks like from his point of view.

It's at least a little funny.

But another sob wracks from your chest and all Joe can do is step closer and wrap arms around your shaking frame.

He's allowed to laugh as he does so.

"I didn't know- I thought we had more, b-but this was all we have, and I snuck a bite last night, because I– I was peckish and just wanted a little something, and–"

"Hey," Joe leans back and gets your face in both his hands. He's still smiling. Can't not smile, because this is ridiculous, but you also look very cute. Red nose. Fat tears stuck in your eyelashes. The colour of your eyes about ten times brighter because of the unshed ones.

"We'll serve 'em dry crackers, and they'll fucking take what they're given, all right?"

You pout and hold up the evidence of your late-night-snack-run in your own kitchen from the night before. It's right in between your faces and gives Joe a chance to really see the cause of the outburst.

"Still love me?"

Joe looks at the brie a second and then lurches forward with a growl, sinking teeth into the soft cheese for a bite of his own.

"Still love you." he replies, mouth full of cheese.

You can't help the choking laugh, head cocking to the side as a defeated soft chuckle leaves you. It only makes Joe want to grab hold of you tighter.

"Hmm," Joe hums, now chewing, and he frowns. "This is good. We should–" he can't finish the sentence without laughing, knowing it's likely the wrong thing to say, but he's already started the sentence. You get a good eyeful of the cheese in his mouth, in between his teeth. "We should get more of this."

Well, you can't.

Hence the crying.

You pout once more and then groan. It's so stupid, you're well aware. You just need a bit of sleep. Your family won't hate you because there's no cheese.

And if anything, you could throw it into the group chat and are sure that at least three people have some brie to bring along tomorrow.

You really are just very tired.

"Tell you what," Joe says, now taking the little piece of cheese from your fingers, one arm still around you. "We'll finish this, have some hot chocolate and just... relax. Watch a Christmas film. Tomorrow is tomorrow and tonight is tonight, you've done enough prepping and it'll all be fine–"

"Perfect." you correct.

It's important that everything will be perfect.

"It'll all be perfect." Joe coos, voice smooth like butter.

You sniff and look at him a moment. He's still chewing. Smiling. Joe's being all playful and it's reminding you of why you love him so much. Glancing into the living room, you know Joe's right. Everything's ready. Everything's done.

It's Christmas Eve.

"Calm before the storm." you sigh, patting Joe where you're holding onto him. Then lower down, quick touch to the bum. Joe easily lets you.

"Calm before the storm." he confirms before you let go of each other. You move to collect yourself, wiping fingers below your eyes, and Joe opens a cupboard to get to mugs out and says, "And I'll go get extra cheese tomorrow, it'll be fine."

You're about to protest. Tell him that the shop you usually go to won't be open. It'll be Christmas. And everyone's stocked up already. Shelves are empty all over. But Joe sees it across your face before you can say anything and adds, "I'll find some, don't worry about it."

And so you don't.

You accept a kiss to your temple, a deep inhale of your hair and you tilt your head for a kiss on the lips. A quiet thank you.

After a squeeze of your arm, Joe gets started on the hot chocolate and you decide to see if there's anything good on TV or if it'll be Netflix for the night.

Before you've been able to make a choice, you hear mugs being filled and you scurry back into the kitchen. You get to the fridge before Joe does, which was the plan. You find the can of squirty cream amongst all of the food and drink - your fridge has never been this full. It's almost triggeringly full; so much food, yet so little cheese.

It takes you too long, and Joe joins to look over your shoulder, to see if he can spot it before you do.

He doesn't.

You find it and giggle excitedly, a little delirious (you've gone mad, remember?) as you shake it with a wild arm. Your demeanor is the opposite of what it was minute earlier.

No tears. Just manic laughter.

Makes Joe laugh just the same. His girlfriend's gone insane and, if he's honest, he's kind of into it.

You spray some cream into both mugs that Joe's filled with hot chocolate, and before you place it back into the fridge, you shake the can again.

"You just said you should stop sneaking things," Joe isn't exactly trying to stop you, but he knows what you're about to do. Feels like it's worth saying something, to maybe prevent a further break down.

It's of no use, though.

His comment makes you glance him pointed a look. It's ridiculous of him to assume you'd been serious. Of course you're not going to stop sneaking things. He doesn't see the deadpan stare you give him because he's busy placing mini marshmallows onto your drinks, but despite the advice, you go for it anyway.

You tip your head back and spray some of the cream directly into your mouth.

"My God," Joe says when you let it go for a little too long, and when he looks, he barks a laugh.

You've overdone it.

It's too much.

Well, is it ever too much? Not really. But it doesn't fit into your mouth and thus there's a problem. This is going to be messy.

With your head still tilted back, you release a small sound of panic at the inability to close your mouth and raise a cupped hand, ready to catch whatever is going to spill.

But Joe knows just the perfect fix, and he's quick.

Before you know what's happening, your boyfriend's got his hand on the back of your neck, digging in strong fingers and guiding your head forward.

Just before whatever your lips can't curl around is about to slide down your chin, Joe's mouthing at it and manages to get it all, tongue licking and lips closing around your opened ones.

What follows is a weird, full-cheeked sticky, creamy, sugary kiss that has you giggling into each others mouths.

It's still messy, but you'd easily do this again. Would it be too obvious if you just went for an insane mouthful once more?

Joe pulls back, sees he's missed a bit and doesn't hesitate to lick at the corner of your mouth, making you shriek with your mouth closed, pushing him away.

"You're gross," you say fondly after swallowing.

He's also adorably sweet, but he doesn't need telling.

Joe lets his head bobble back a little as he silently laughs, wiping at his own mouth with the back of his hand, glad to have been of service.

"Yea? Still love me?"

Tomorrow's going to be fine.

There's no cheese but for the little chunk you're about to share. It'll likely be all gone if you both have a single cracker with some on.

And there probably also won't be any squirty cream left, what with your plan to bring the can over to the sofa for top-ups after you've eaten all of it off. Or, you know, after you've sprayed more of it into your mouth just so Joe can eat it out of there again.

You families can have hot chocolate without any, and Joe's right. They'll fucking take what they'll be given and be grateful.

Or, Joe can find some tomorrow.

Somewhere.

Whatever.

You're no longer fussed.

It's Christmas. Christmas Eve.

"Still love you." you beam, because you do.

You really, really do.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hiii there I have 2 sheathings . Could I do a request for ‘it’s so cute when you…’ (or smth along those lines) with 7 and/or 5? With little!reader (if you still do that) x Larissa x Marilyn. Where reader has just had a really good and very productive day and Larissa and Marilyn are feeling soft as reader rambles? Second question could I claim the 🌻 anon?

Safe place

*Authors note~ welcome 🌻 anon! I’ve missed writing Agere sm so thank you for joining the clan of anons and for this request*

Trigger warnings ~ Agere, little r x Marilyn x Larissa. Momma Larissa, auntie Mari, nice Marilyn :), r is obsessed with Taylor swift music

Prompt ~see ask^^^

“Momma will be back soon bug.” Marilyn’s voice seemed to carry around the greenhouse. You loved to be in the room as she tended to her plants. Although you couldn’t touch every petal due to Marilyn’s rules, they were still pretty to look at. Often, Marilyn would play music as she worked which you loved. You loved working with auntie Mari when momma was busy. Luckily for you, when you regressed into a meeting with the principal due to stress she immediately took you under her wing. She absolutely adored her role as your caregiver but with all the strain of keeping Nevermore afloat she struggled with the idea of you alone, vulnerable and well scared.

So that’s how with your permission, Marilyn was let in on the little secret. She readily agreed to help in any way she could. If you couldn’t find one of them, you would be able to find the other. Both women loved to spend time with you in any mindset but Marilyn had to admit there was something special about being “aunty Mari” to you.

“My knuckles were bruised like violets” her unmistakable voice drifted around the room causing you to immediately gasp with excitement. This happened to be one of your favourite songs despite not understanding the lyrics in this headspace. “Oh gosh you are a little cutie when you get so excited at something so much, you start jumping up and down. Gonna dance with me bug?”

“Mari! Mari n me dance!” You giggled running to take the red heads hand, your dress swaying gently with your pace. She was more than happy to just sway with you as your little smile lit the room up.

We can plant a memory garden,

Beautiful flowers in a variety of vibrant colours sprouted from the walls, clearly your ability wasn’t so easily controlled in this state.

Say a solemn prayer; place a poppy in my hair

With an unpracticed ease, Marilyn reached over to grab the flower that lay on her work station before slipping it just behind your ear. Causing you to give her a bright smile as the song continued.

There’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair

And we will never go back to that bloodshed crimson clover

Uh-huh, the worst was over

My hand was the one you reached for

You couldn’t help but pout when the song ended as you knew it meant Marilyn needed to work and you wouldn’t continue making your pictures at the desk. But wanting to be good like you promised you would be you settle back down relatively quickly.

Minutes turned into hours before Larissa could finally escape the board meeting and back to her girl. The walk to the conservatory was longer than she remembered. The gentle waves of music hit the blonde first, it wasn’t uncommon for Marilyn to work to music. She stated it helped her feel more connected to the plants which always made the blonde chuckle. But this very specific musician had to be your pick. If there’s one thing she knew, her girl loved Taylor swift no matter what headspace she’s in.

Casually peaking around the doorframe, she saw Marilyn in her own world tending to some white roses and you sat at her desk, tongue out as you focused on the paper before you. Both the occupational were humming along to the music and clearly not noticing the extra presence. A rare moment to bask in the adorable sight before her, Larissa couldn’t help but smile.

The moment you spotted the woman, you were out of the chair and barrelling into her legs with your body. “Mommaaaaaaa” you squealed happily as she scooped you up into her arms. “Hello to you too my darling. Did you have fun with Mari?” One innocent sweet kiss pressed to your cheek as you launched into recounting every detail of your day. Rambles of the songs, the flowers, your drawings and dancing filled the room. Both the other women couldn’t help but lovingly watch you explain every last detail. Truly, they were lucky to have you in their lives.

"Oh darling, you’re just so adorable when start babbling without realising. Momma loves to hear her girl all happy." Larissa murmured ruffling your hair slightly before setting you on the ground with slightly flushed cheeks.

All I know, this morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now,

I didn’t before

“Momma! This our song!” You exclaimed excitedly, “dance momma. Dance.” You held your hand out to the principal causing Marilyn to chuckle, “your turn Ris isn’t that right bug? Momma should have a dance with you.” As if she could say no, the little look on your face was simply too cute for words. With ease, she strides over to you scooping you up and placing you on her hip. You instantly snuggled into her warmth, your head settling into her neck. “Mari dance” you whined into her soft skin causing Larissa to silently invite the red head to join you. The three of you swayed to song after song, soaking in the moment of peace. Little did you know this was the start of something beautiful for you all.

Word count~ 874

[reidsaurora]

Hey sweet!! I wanna request for the Leo baby birthday cake

“you can’t scare me like that, okay?” with Luke Alvez. Thank you so much!!

thank you for the request! sorry this took so long, my personal life has been swamped lately and i haven't had much time to write 😅 hope you like what i wrote though!

"In Your (Broken) Arms" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: it's just a fractured wrist, but to luke alvez, your stressed-out and over-protective boyfriend, it might just be cause to bubble wrap you.

word count: 626

warnings: takes place in a hospital, mild sexual humor, very mild swearing, i think that's it!

genre: fluff <3

based on the prompt: "you can't scare me like that, okay?"

extra notes: the ending is rushed, as per usual. i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy the rest though!

beta read by: @reidselle (love you <3)

masterlist | birthday bash | ask box

🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

"You cannot scare me like that, okay?" Luke said between exasperated breaths as he walked into the exam room you currently sat in.

He pulled the curtain closed behind himself before sitting down next to your bed, watching as the doctor wrapped your wrist. "Hey, be gentle, she could've lost her arm."

You rolled your eyes before reassuring the doctor that your wrist would be fine. "Don't listen to him. I'm okay, I promise. Well, other than the obvious."

The doctor let out a soft chuckle as he focused on wrapping your wrist up properly. "Y/N's gonna be fine, sir, I can assure you. Fractured wrists are practically a daily occurrence for us emergency room docs."

Luke's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A fractured wrist? Seriously?"

"Luke, we'll talk about this in a minute. Please let the doctor finish up his work."

The doctor met you with kind eyes. "No worries. I'm all done. I'll give you two a few minutes and send a nurse in with your paperwork in a little bit."

And with that, the man was on his way out the door, leaving you to deal with your stressed-out, and definitely overprotective, boyfriend.

Luke scooted his chair closer to the edge of your bed, taking your newly bandaged arm and placing a soft kiss over the new cast you sported.

You rolled your eyes, but placed a loving hand in his hair, running your fingers softly through his disheveled curls. "I'm okay, I promise."

"A fracture, Y/N," he reminded you. "There's a reason I told you to wait for me and Spencer to get that guy."

You winced as you remembered the pain of him flailing to get out of your grasp, his elbows hitting nearly every bone in your upper body as he tried to push you off. "Okay, maybe I could've waited but if you guys had arrived any later, he would've gotten away. I had to take my chances. Okay?"

Luke gave you a displeased pout, and you couldn't help but kiss it away. You loved him, really, but he sure knew how to be overprotective when he wanted to be, especially on the job.

"Hey, don't you dare use those pretty lips to distract me," he argued, brows meeting in an angry furrow. "I'm upset with you. You could've gotten yourself hurt. Hell, you did get yourself hurt."

"Luke," you sighed with exasperation, "I am fine. Now, will you please flag down a nurse so I can go home?"

He rolled his eyes, lips landing on yours for another gentle kiss. It didn't matter that you'd been dating Luke for over a year, he still knew how to make butterflies go off in your tummy every time he kissed you. "Don't think this is over," he warned, pulling away. "I'm gonna smother you like no one's business."

"Ooooh, I'm so scared of the big, bad teddy bear that is Luke Alvez," you rebutted, sticking out your tongue in banter.

"Watch it or I'll punish you," he said, heading toward the curtain.

A sly smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "Now that is something I'd like to see."

He rolled his eyes, pulling open the curtain and heading out toward the nurses station, but not before uttering a quick, "I love you, querida."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I love you too, bubble butt."

A soft voice, which you quickly figured out was Spencer, mumbled from the other side of the curtain. "Bubble butt?"

"It's…" Luke paused, trying to come up with an explanation. "It's a long story."

You just shook your head, eternally grateful for the man you got to call your boyfriend… and bubble butt.

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[solarwynd]

https://www.tumblr.com/solarwynd/753644440437080064/releasing-the-same-day-as-a-bp-members-new-single?source=share

Can't lie, armys are kinda useless right now. They love the idea of members continuously releasing but they don't have any fucks to give in actuality after week 1 even if they're competing with other fandoms especially now that they're all enlisted and we have such limited promo. The only hope one has is that Jimin has a great track record of making songs armys vibe to - they will not usually stream beyond a day unless they actually like it. If they end up loving the album though, that could fuel their competitive spirit.

Also to the anon that's worried about opps linking up, tbh it's not easy work to spend money or stream music even for fans. I doubt these people are doing anything extra for someone they don't even care about just because it harms Jimin. All they love doing is running their mouth on twitter and that's probably the extent of it. For skz, their endless variants are the only threat and for Lisa, the autoplay and playlisting she'll get. Unless they get some truly viral moment, based on history it seems unlikely we'll have to worry about them long term.

If skz decide to go the let's pollute the earth path and release a lot of versions, then a bb200 #1 will unfortunately be difficult. I can only hope BB might suddenly apply their anti-kpop bias with some handy filtering. They haven't so far but hope springs eternal (for me).

Also regarding 2 versions versus 3 - extra tools are handy and I desperately need Hybe to do their job but I'll always appreciate if an artist, when he has to choose between artistic sensibility and charts goes for the former. At least I know Jimin will never embarrass me as a fan with some transparent cash grab album or some empty music. Long term I think it's more valuable to build that kind of relationship with your audience and have that kind of reputation.

Lastly while I'm really hoping for some great debut numbers, the real lynchpin of Faces success was twofold - it's artistic merit that's acknowledged by almost all and it's lasting power. While Jimin is responsible for the former, I hope that longevity is our goal for Muse as well. The way Face and LC pulls streams more than a year after release with it's (comparatively) limited covers and remixes is actually amazing.

More than anything I'm excited to see what Jimins planned for his sophomore attempt. Will his pre-release be something experimental (for him) like last time? What kind of sound will he be going for? Can he live upto my frankly massive expectations built up after face? Are we all dead on about the 70s theming and how might that influence the tracks? Ahhh it's hard to wait for answers. New music in 10 days. That's crazy 😭

Very much agreed on pretty much all of this.

I’ve been thinking it to myself that armys have silently been waiting on some quality music from somebody, somewhere, to drop. They’re still churning out hit tweets about Like Crazy till this day. You’d be hard pressed to see an army wax on about prior releases the way they have about LC. You wouldn’t have even though Hobi dropped anything this year the way they don’t mention it. I have faith in my man that he’ll deliver, I do. Even if it doesn’t exceed Like Crazy I still believe it’ll be a good song.

Like I remember the estimates for FACE when they came out were like 105k-110k and we managed to bring it up to 164k by the end of tracking week when our competition at the time was Morgan Wallen and we had an almost 100k gap to bridge. I know we still didn’t beat him (atp it was an after thought cause Jimin got #1 on hot100 with LC 😭) but the work everybody put in back then? On level with a BTS comeback and although it was stressful it was still fun.

The #JIMINJIMIN and #MUSE hashtags on twitter have been trending for nearly 2 days now with 2M and 1.5M respectively, the interest is absolutely there. I also want longevity with MUSE cause to think LC will still be charting by the time the pre release come around is amazing. I don’t want MUSE to fall off quickly and I want it to be impactful just like FACE was.

If we could get more digital album versions (cause that’s really what it’s gonna take), I think we have a shot We’ll just have to see what MUSE’s estimates puts it at to gauge the effort we have to expend. I’m still first and for most here to enjoy the music cause I’ve been begging for it forever I don’t want charts to take up too much space. I think Jimin’s gonna be pulling from the people who inspires him in sound potentially. So not necessarily 70s but MJ, (and he’d actually do that man justice unlike the sorry attempts Hybe pulled last year 🥴) Neyo etc . and just genre hopping in general. But considering those two do a lot of RNB and pop, I’m really excited for it.

[cainluvr69]

Let Me Tell You The Story Of A Rainbow - Chapter 13

Previous Chapter

Nero: It's gonna be dark out soon, Rutile. How about we go inside?

Rutile: …Oh, Nero. I didn't realize how late it had gotten.

Nero: You're readin' that book again? The one y'got from Arthur, Luca Carroll's magic picture book.

Rutile: Yes. I keep finding new things to marvel at, and I haven't gotten tired of any of it yet.

Nero: It's a hell of a book, huh. I can understand how y'keep goin' over it again and again. That, 'n… I mean, they're not as special as that one, but I've got a few books I find myself wantin' to read over and over again, too. Usually when I'm just doin' nothin' in my room.

Rutile: Oh my. Then I'll lend you some of my most recommended picture books tonight. Maybe they'll become ones that you want to read over and over. You never know!

Nero: Picture books, huh. Y'know, sometimes Riquet drops by with one of those to ask me to read to him. I'm really not the right guy to ask to do that, but… Given you're, y'know, a schoolteacher n' all, y'got any recommendations for that?

Rutile: Oh my gosh! I'll pick out something extra special then.

Akira: Rutile, Nero. Here's where you were.

Chloe & Cain: Hey, we're back!

Rutile: Oh. Welcome back, everyone!

Nero: Good work, team. How'd it go?

Cain: It was as crowded today as it's been every day, so I'd say today was a resounding success.

Chloe: We did a-okay as security, too. Nothing to report!

Rutile: That's the best thing I could hear. Um…

Rutile's expression said everything his words didn't, and I shook my head.

Akira: Miss Luca's new work isn't on display yet. The center of her exhibition was empty again today…

Cain: Tomorrow's the last day. They're probably finishing up the ending right about now.

Nero: Yeah. I'm sure she'll finish it in time to put up. Well, it's about time for dinner. Come 'n eat before it gets cold.

Cain: Ooh, I'm running! Walking around that huge castle all day made me so hungry.

Chloe: Same here! What's on the menu today, Nero?

Nero: Rutile's favorites.

Rutile: Mine?

Nero: 'Cause you've been walkin' around lookin' all tormented lately. I figured eatin' something you like would help turn that frown upside down. So eat as much as y'want, alright?

Rutile: Nero…

Akira: You've definitely…been worried about Miss Luca, haven't you.

Rutile: …Yes, I have. I think as long as she has Mister Aslan at her side, she'll be fine, but I still… It's hard to put into words, but I feel like Luca's heart is tired…or wavering. I'd like to go to the exhibit hall tomorrow too, since it's the last day and all. And I want to talk to Luca again, if I can…

Akira: …I'll go with you. Maybe she's just not feeling well since she's so close to finishing her new book, and that's gotta be a stressful time for her. If she can put it up for display with no issues tomorrow, I'm sure we'll get to see her normal cheerful self. So let's enjoy our time waiting for it. Let's get excited for it together!

Rutile: Master Sage… …Yes, you're completely right. Excited and eager is the right way to wait!

That was when something sparkly flickered through my field of vision. Shining rainbow scales were swirling around Rutile and I.

Rutile: …Huh?

Nero: What're these sparkles…?

Cain: I can see them, too… I'm not feeling any bad vibes, but what are they?

Chloe: It's super glittery and pretty, but…what's it all coming from?

The rainbow scales drifted this way and that, as if they possessed an intelligence of their own. It seemed familiar somehow, and I followed the trail of that memory…and then gasped loudly.

Akira: I saw this same sparkling at the exhibition hall!

Rutile: It was just as vivid then, but I couldn't see it very clearly…

My eyes met Rutile's, and we nodded to each other.

Akira: (I heard Luca murmur something back then. The name of the rainbow butterfly in the picture book…)

And so, I posed the rainbow scales a question.

Akira: Are you…Roxy?

The rainbow scales danced into the air, drawing an arc.

Cain & Chloe & Nero: It responded!

Akira: Yesss! We can't hear its voice, but it's definitely trying to communicate with us…!

The rainbow scales drifted back and forth, dancing through the air as if asking us to follow it. And then it glanced back at us, as if waiting for us to follow.

Nero: …Is it tryin' to lead us somewhere?

Chloe: Yeah. It's like it's telling us to come with it!

Rutile: Has…has something happened to Luca?

Akira: Let's follow Roxy and see where it takes us!

Cain: Gotcha!

Rutile: Ride behind me, Master Sage!

Akira: Alright!

Chloe: I--I'm coming too!

Rutile: Wait for us, Roxy!

Nero: Hey, you guys…!

Rutile, Chloe, and Cain were already in the air, and Nero pulled out his broom and kicked off the ground behind them. The wizards rising off the ground in their aerial dance hit the wind dead on, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Akira: …!

Once the wind finally calmed, I slowly opened my eyes. My field of vision widened, greeted by an evening sky so crimson it felt like it was watching over us.

Akira: Woah…

The sky stretched to infinity above us, and entire cities stretched out below us, both drenched in the colors you can only see just before twilight. I blinked, and the colors of the sky changed--I blinked again, and they changed again. In moments, it would be dyed the color of a bouquet of hydrangeas--the color of melancholy. This sight and its familiar miracles, each moment that passed presenting a new work of art and disposing of the old, somehow reminded me of Luca's picture books.

Rutile: It's so beautiful…

What I'd been thinking had been said aloud, but it was not my lips the words fell from. As I clung to Rutile's back, I saw his eyes through his loosely fluttering hair--they were shining, painted over by the evening glow. My wizards sat astride their brooms, dancing the same steps together, their eyes captured by this vast sea of beauty all around us.

Nero: Now this is a sight worth seein'. Damn, who knows how many thousands of sunsets I've seen, but this one… I've been alive for hundreds of years, but there's still stuff out there that can leave me breathless.

Nero's words made me and the younger wizards look at each other, and we all nodded. I didn't have a wonderland that only I could see, but I was still surrounded by a beautiful world.

Akira: (I don't want to forget this sight…I want to remember it forever.)

I slowly closed my eyes, as if they were a camera shutter. That was when I heard the ringing of bells calling out to us. I turned towards the sound and saw the fluttering dance of the rainbow scales that were leading us. They gracefully, nimbly flew through the sky below the wisps of cloud dyed in sunset hues.

Rutile: …Let's go. Roxy's waiting for us.

My wizards chased those fleeting glints of light through the crimson sky.

✦✧☾✧✦

And where those glints of light led us was a place we'd been coming and going from for days now: the old castle where the art exhibition was taking place. It was past closing time--the interior of the castle was devoid of people and deathly quiet. Magic pried open the heavy gates, and what awaited us beyond them was a truly bizarre sight.

✦✧☾✧✦

Cain: Wh--what's going on here…?!

Flowers in every color imaginable bloomed across the floor, huge flower buds gleamed glossily in the light, and transparent flower petals that glistened with rainbow light like soap bubbles floated through the air. Something not dissimilar to ivy had twined itself around the spiral staircase and pillars, and strange, unreal plants swayed in the breeze. There weren't only plants in front of us, no. I saw animals unlike any I'd ever seen before wandering aimlessly.

Chloe: I don't think, um, this is the exhibition hall we know…

Cain: Yeah. There's an odd aura throughout the whole castle.

Nero: It's like there's somethin' eatin' away at the place.

Akira: Do you think this delicate, fairytale-like sight is…

Rutile: Yes… It's just like in Luca's picture books. But why is this happening here…?

Cain: For now, let's get ourselves to Luca's picture book display!

Rutile, Chloe, and I followed after Cain, while Nero trailed behind, keeping a watch on things from the back. The further in we went, the more it felt like we were being intentionally guided deeper into the fairytale forest. The air grew thicker every step we took. I looked up and saw that vividly pink ivy had completely carpeted the ceiling. Unnatural birds beat their wings, the resulting breeze gently caressing my cheeks. As soon as we reached Luca's display, Rutile broke off from us at a sprint.

Rutile: …! Mister Aslan!

Cain: Hey, Rutile!

I saw Aslan collapsed at the center of the display area.

Rutile: Are you okay? It's me. Rutile of the Sage's wizards. Do you understand what I'm saying?

Rutile helped Aslan sit up as he spoke. But his sunset-colored eyes did not open. He seemed to be unconscious.

Nero: …Hey, look at this.

Nero was off to one side, and he sounded oddly perplexed by whatever it was he'd found. Cain rushed over to him and frowned. Ivy and vines were slowly growing out of one of the dimly glowing picture books that littered the floor. They were slow, yes, but they were certain as they crawled over the hall's floor and up its walls, relentless in their conquest.

Cain: The world inside the book is leaking out…?

Nero: So all of the weird stuff we're seein' here is comin' from the picture books?

Chloe: Um, was this one even on display? I'm pretty sure I didn't see it while I was patrolling today.

Akira: Could this one be Miss Luca's new book…?

Aslan: …Master…Sage…?

At first his amber eyes stared at me blankly, but Aslan awoke very quickly.

Aslan: Oh god, what's happened…?!

Akira: Mister Aslan, are you okay? Um, do you know what…

Aslan: It's that book… If I'd known this was going to happen, I would've hugged her more, held her more…!

Aslan buried his face in his hands. When Rutile spoke to him, his tone was kind and blameless.

Rutile: Mister Aslan, please calm down. …Take your time, but please, tell us what happened here.

Rutile gently rubbed his back, and slowly, Aslan's breathing began to even out.

Aslan: …Thank you. I'm sorry for losing my composure. I think this is all…because Luca got too impatient in wanting to finish her new book. There have been times before when the plants and such that left the pages were actually tangible, not just illusions, but this is the first time it's ever been this bad…

Aslan threw a glance at the book that was slowly corrupting the castle as he sat up, and then continued talking.

Aslan: …Once Luca has finished writing and illustrating all the pages, the final step is deciding on a title. That's when a book is completed. While it's still incomplete, she can leap into its pages to continue work on it, and to play inside of it.

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Old Days

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pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

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❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

___

❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

___

❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

___

❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

___

❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

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Day 7 and 21 - secretly peeing, with a person in a position of power

Ocean had gotten herself into a right old pickle. It was almost funny how firmly the odds were stacked against her this afternoon.

Firstly, it was a hot day today, so she had made sure to drink extra water, taking swigs pretty much every five minutes. It made sense that her trips to the bathroom had been pretty frequent throughout today. This wasn’t too much of a problem for most of the day - the keyword in that sentence being ‘most’. 

The last class of the day had been English with Sister Burton. Perhaps the worst class to end the day on, as Sister Burton was fairly notorious for being a massive jerk. Ocean wasn’t sure why she even bothered to put her hand up and ask to go to the bathroom; she knew in a moment that the answer would be a snappy “No.”

On top of that, Sister Burton had also elected to keep them well past the home time bell, much to the class’ irritation. When they were finally dismissed, Ocean didn’t even have time to run to the bathroom. If she did, she would be late for choir practice - and she couldn’t possibly be late for choir practice, what would that say about her?

And of course it didn’t get any easier from there. The choir today seemed to have completely forgotten how to sing. They were, if Ocean was to be blunt, awful. It was one simple suite, and they just kept on messing it up and having to restart the rehearsal, all while she was trying not to completely urinate on the floor. The pressure and frustration had gotten to her, and in hindsight, she had been rather curt with her friends.

Which was probably why Father Markus had just dragged her out of the room to talk to her after choir practice was finally over. 

Ocean could barely walk straight as she followed Father Markus down the corridor, more shuffling than anything else. Her bladder strained more with every step, almost weighing her down with how heavy and full it was. She white-knuckled her skirt, fearing that one wrong move would cause her restraint to collapse. 

Father Markus ushered her into the teacher’s lounge, which to her relief, was empty. “I’m sorry to keep you, Ocean, but I need to speak with you about your behaviour,” the priest gently spoke, patting a chair and sitting himself down next to it. “Please come and sit.”

Ocean swallowed, and nodded a bit more stiffly than she had intended. As she lowered herself down onto the chair, she couldn’t stop her eyes from widening a little in internal panic. She felt the smallest dribble force its way out, sinking into the only lifeline she had: the sanitary pad currently lining her underwear.

She wasn’t technically supposed to have this - her parents, being the environmentalists they were, were pretty insistent on her using reusable menstrual cups. The thing was, she hated the feel of them, particularly during the application process. Luckily for her, there was a $1 pad dispenser in the ladies’ room, which she had secretly been utilising ever since she first noticed it.

“You acted out of order today,” Father Markus began, making sure to be firm but show no real anger in his tone. “The choir were trying their very best - it was a difficult suite for some voices - but you were very impatient and snippy with them, which I don’t believe was necessary.”

“I apologise, Father,” Ocean gave a half-genuine apology, trying not to let her voice crack. “It’s been a long and stressful day today, a-and I guess it just got to me more than it should’ve. On top of that I’m also on my menstrual cycle, which caused my hormones to be imbalanced and my emotions to be more intense… but even with those valid reasons, I should’ve been more respectful towards my dearest friends.”

Father Markus smiled in a mix of pride and sympathy. “Thank you for being honest and apologising, my child. I’m very sorry to hear you’ve had a tough day, and that your period is a bother.”

He continued to talk, but Ocean zoned out at that point, the words going straight through her. Her hands clenched the hem of her skirt desperately, and she had to put all her effort towards keeping a neutral face, and not showing the agony she was currently feeling. Her overfilled bladder wouldn’t stop contracting inside of her, trying to go against her futile efforts to hold it in. 

She didn’t like to think badly of Father Markus, as he always meant so well - but he had a tendency to go on and on, for longer than necessary. Ocean sometimes got to wondering if he had that ADHD thing everyone seemed to have. Whatever the reason, she feared it would be the death of her today.

“Ocean? Are you listening?” Father Markus lightly prompted, able to see the far-off look in her chartreuse eyes.

“Y-yes, Father,” Ocean nodded a bit frantically.

She wasn’t listening in the slightest. The priest’s voice was drowned out by the flood of panicked thoughts in her brain. She couldn’t just sit here and take this anymore, she needed to do something. What exactly, she didn’t know, but she knew that if she stayed here she was going to completely disgrace herself. She would crack under the horrible pressure and soak everything. This chair, her skirt, her underwear, her pad-

Her pad. That was it.

The entire purpose of a pad was to absorb blood. Surely it wouldn’t be too hard for it to absorb urine, right? Not all of it; Ocean wasn’t that stupid and nor was she that undignified - just a small controlled release to take the edge off until she could actually go. It seemed like her only option, and though it sounded very uncomfortable, she would take it over wetting herself in front of an authority figure any day.

As Father Markus kept talking, Ocean shifted very slightly, hardly able to believe what she was about to do. Trying her hardest to maintain normal eye contact, she cautiously opened the floodgates just a crack.

She expected to have trouble getting the flow started, but no. As soon as she loosened her muscles, a small stream began to pour out, and Ocean’s entire body froze from the sensation. It was like carefully sticking a pin into a big balloon, and watching the air rush out of that tiny opening, deflating the balloon at an agonisingly slow pace, but deflating it nonetheless. Chills crept up her arms, and she only grabbed her skirt harder, fighting the urge to express her relief.

Just as fast as the release began, Ocean felt the pad underneath her get heavy and oversaturated, and knew she had to stop. She pressed her thighs together and tightly clenched her muscles, and the flow was cut off. And then instantly started again, which just about made her heart stop - before finally stopping properly with one last dribble. 

“Oh, my dear, you really are tired…” Father Markus sighed, softening as he saw Ocean’s eyes flutter slightly. “I won’t keep you from home any longer. Will you do everything I told you?”

“I will, Father,” Ocean nodded a bit drowsily, unable to believe she had actually done it.

Her bladder was still full, very much so, but she could actually breathe now. With the precious time she had bought herself, she could reasonably hope to make it to the bathroom without flooding the corridor. “There’s a good girl,” Father Markus praised, standing up from his seat and offering a hand to the girl. “I really do think it’ll be helpful for you.”

Ocean stood up with a small wince. On the back of her skirt was the tiniest wet spot, which she could only hope and pray no one saw. “Thank you…” She nodded respectfully at Father Markus, who nodded back.

“Of course. I pray you get home safely, my child.”

She finally managed a smile at the priest, before making her way out of the teacher’s lounge, her steps still shaky but more confident and swift. Instead of leaving school, Ocean immediately took a hurried detour to the bathroom down the hall to finally get some proper relief.

And maybe change her pad, too.

finished with 35 minutes left in the day, phew! see you on day 25, hopefully at an earlier time than this!

[gabessquishytum]

aww dude sorry you're not feeling great! i am hugging you but i am also bringing you more sugar baby hob thoughts because... yeah

so. every once in a while, hob misses an inspection for a very good reason. hob's students know he's caring and helpful and good to talk to and sometimes that means he has a particularly stressed and upset student crying in his office and the last thing he's going to do is kick them out or run off to the bathroom to take a picture of his hole.

which leaves dream wondering what to do in those situations. because it's not like he actually wants to punish hob -- hob being a caring teacher who puts his students first is one of the many things dream loves about him. but at the same time... the inspections are a rule, they agreed on them, and dream knows that hob's been absolutely thriving under the structure. so he needs to punish hob for breaking a rule without actually punishing him.

luckily for both of them, dream's got just the thing. because when they were first working out punishment options, dream had tried out nipple torture before rejecting it because hob loved it too much to actually be a punishment. so it works perfectly for this. once hob's free he'll send dream the requested picture along with a litany of apologies. and then dream will appear in his office, lay him down on his desk, and make hob hold his shirt out of the way while he's punished. dream loves torturing hob's sensitive little nipples, he loves the way hob whimpers and cries and leaks through his cock cage. sometimes dream will give him a nice lascy bra to wear after, because as soft as the lace is it's still textured enough that it feels rough on his raw skin. sometimes dream will leave his nipples clamped, not to be removed until dream comes back that evening.

it works nicely for both of them. hob gets the punishment for breaking a rule that helps keep him settled, but he loves the pain and it leaves him so turned on he's got the extra ache of his cock pressing against its cage. and then once evening rolls around, he knows he's going to be pampered so sweetly for taking his punishment so well.

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Oh my love this is perfect!!! Thank you for sending this, it legit cheered me up. Love me a Hob with sensitive tiddies. ALSO love me a dom Dream who respects his lover’s career and the fact that life is just Like That sometimes. A respectful king.

I feel like Hob loves routine more than he’s ever willing to admit?? So when things get a little bit skewed he’s much more likely to feel upset or uncomfortable. He needs a proper reset from Dream to set him back on course. He’s practically begging Dream to give him something, and Dream just thinks he’s the sweetest little thing in the entire universe. He’s always clear to make sure that Hob hasn’t done anything bad, the fact that he broke a rule isn’t the end of the world, Dream isn’t mad at him (this makes a sub-drop less likely and Dream just loves praising his little one).

Hob just lies there on his back and takes everything obediently. He’s practically crying before Dream is even half way through finished, his nipples are hella sensitive especially since Dream plays with them so much these days. The flesh around his nipples is such a pretty red from the slaps that Dream inflicts across his chest. He’s biting his lip to stop himself from whining cause it hurts so good, and his poor trapped cock is trying so hard to twitch against the cage. He’s making such a mess with all the precum and tears leaking onto his desk. Dream never stops telling him what a good slut he is the whole time, reminding him that his pretty little nipples belong to his daddy now, and he’d better remember that.

And Dream picks out a nice black bralet for him to wear afterwards, which definitely shows teasingly through his white cotton t-shirt. He spends the rest of the day shivering and wincing, desperately hanging on in anticipation of the end of the day when Dream will help him take a nice warm bath.

When he’s due for a proper punishment for disobedient behaviour, though… that’s when Dream gets mean for real. Almost too much for Hob to get enjoyment from it. Almost ;D

[yam-nice]

Sleepover at H/n’s house

Sleepover at H/n’s house. Part one

Epitome: A sleepover has become a regular routine. Now that you come by more often. You feel at home and that is how you are treated. The people around you are grateful for your existence. What you don't notice, someone else does. You walk around with a schedule. You solve everyone's problem. School is going well, but as always the stress is running high. You still have to learn for the next exam, make homework and something extra that came into it. Stress!

…Maybe she can relief you from that?

Caution: Soft and Angst?

Words: 1234

Title: Sleepover at H/n’s house.

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It’s a Friday and you’ve planned a sleepover at your gf house. This isn’t an ordinary thing. You’ve been doing this ever since you two got into a relationship. So it’s normal for you to just straight up head to her house from school. You have almost half of your own property there.

You could say you’d basically live at h/n’s house. H/n aswel oftenly sleeps over at your place.

You two are close, close enough.

The bell rings making a end to my last lesson of today. “Make sure to practice this paragraph and make the homework. You can check the answers online. It would really help u pass the exam.” The teacher says reassuring.

I pack my stuff and leave the classroom, but before I did so the teacher puts his hand up. “Y/n.” He says. I look at him confused. What does he want? I want to leave already! “I know you’re good with your grades. That’s why, If you have time. I want you to make this schedule for the upcoming school project. I think with your work this school might actually end up somewhere high in the competitions.” He says in a caring and cheerful way. I look at him with a smile. I nod as he continues to explain.

He’s been explaining for 5 minutes. I have to go so I interrupt him. “Sir, I would love to help.” He nods and says. “I’m sorry I’ve been trying to convince you on your precious free time. I still have to be in this jail.” He jokes. I laugh as I take the paper and other sample sheets. “I know you have a tight schedule, but this needs to be done before next Friday.” He says with a caring tone, but a facial expression of fear.

“Okay. I’ll make sure to finish it anytime before next Friday. No pressure.”

“Thank you dear. Now go on have freedom.” He says still being in ‘jail’. I nod and give him a smile as I take my leave.

Putting in my earplugs and listening to music as make my way over to H/n’s house. I look at the folder in my hand going through the stuff the teacher gave me.

Great another stress. I facepalm myself. I have to learn and make my homework. Make a move on this subject. When will I have the time to do this. Next week is also tight, maybe I should finish this at H/n’s house.

I text H/n as I approach her house. She replies all to excitingly. She has a huge house. It’s contrasts are very pretty. It���s a black n white house. H/n is mostly home alone. Her parents are divorced and her sister is old enough so she lives somewhere near. H/n and her mom live together, but her mom is always at work. Well she can’t complain, cause there must come an income from somewhere. And I think there doing well. H/n also works so they’re a great duo.

I walk up to her gate and buzz it. Her mom answers. “Hello ma’am.” I say. She notices my voice immediately. “Ah, y/n I knew you were coming enter. Enter!” She says excited by my visit. The gate slides open and I walk up to the door who opened the very second I look up from the ground. “Come inside and make yourself at home sweetheart.” She says motherly. She nods to the sofa and heads to the kitchen.

“Did you just come from school?” She asks and looks at me. I nod at her. She gives me a sad face and starts a conversation about school which ended up into complaining about school.

So I enter the house and follow her directions. I sit on the crème soft big sofa. The house is very different from what we see outside. The look it has on the outside is luxurious and chic. Whilst the insides interior looks calm and has a vintage style.

It gives a home feeling. A secure feeling.

H/n perhaps noticed your voice. You can see her walking down the stairs in her gray sweater and sweatpants. Her hairs in a high ponytail and she has a bit of makeup on. Probably still from her work shift that ended just an hour or two ago.

H/n’s mother approaches you again. She holds a wooden board with sliced ​​baguette, spreads and a knife in her hands. “Sweetheart eat up. You must feel exhausted.” She says. “What about you two? Did you eat already?” I ask. H/n has already approached us and stand in front of the coffee table with her legs crossed and fingertips in her mouth. Cute.

They look at each other as if no one’s ever asked them. Then they look at me and smile. “Your so caring y/n. No we haven’t.” H/n mother says and her face is full of joy. A feeling of caring seeps through her as the tears well up in her eyes that she tries to hide, but I can still see them.

H/n sits next to me on the sofa. “Well then let’s eat this together.” I look at H/n. “Shall I invest one sliced ​​baguette for the both of you?” I ask. H/n looks at me with soft eyes. “I‘ll do it y/n.” H/n’s mother says, but I interrupt her. “I'll do it, no exceptions. I'll take care for the both of you.” I say with discreet. She looks at me and I give her a reassuring look.

We all enjoy the food. We make each other laugh and tell each other jokes about past events. When we finish H/n’s mother asks me. “Will you sleep over?” H/n then looks at me. “Yes of course. If I can-“ I say, but her mom interrupted me. “You always can, y/n!” She hugs me tightly. “You really brighten H/n and my life, Sweetheart.” She says with a breaking voice. We both notice it and H/n approaches me from behind. “Mom are you crying?” She asks patting her back whilst looking at me confused. “Ma’am are you okay?” I ask. She lifts her head and you can see her smile while a tear runs down her eye. “Aww miss! Don’t cry. I love you both.” I say about to cry from pity. H/n also was about to cry as she hugs her mom from behind.

“I could never imagine what you're going through, but I do know something for a fact… You are a strong woman and you do not give up.”

“It must’ve been so heavy…” H/n sighs out as she starts tearing up. “I’m sorry mom for the pressure.” H/n says.

“No it’s not your fault H/n.” H/n’s mother says to reassure her. Turning over to hug H/n. They both come to and start cheering each other up again

“You’re indeed so strong mom.” H/n says proudly. “This is all Y/n’s fault. She’s the one making us all tear up.” H/n says jokingly while looking at me. “What, how dare you!” I say with my hand on my heart as if she broke it. Putting on a dramatic scene to bring the joy back. H/n mother smiles and starts to clean her tears. I smile at her and with a sentence from the heart I proudly say.

“You are truly a warrior”. And patt her shoulder and give her a reassuring hug.

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[joshuasearing]

Tuesday 25th June 2024

Hey journal so this morning I work up feeling like shit as I woke up from a nightmare. Then after a while I got up and got ready for work, then I drove to work. Then once I got to work for most part of e day I was on instore and was just helping run parks as well. It was really hot today so I was running parks trying to enjoy the heat as much as I possibly could if that makes sense. Then near the end of my shift one of the managers wanted me to help clear out the backyard and get it all clean sorted. At one point the waste been hadn’t been cleaned out properly so the manager was using a hose to spray of these disgusting maggots. Anyways after I finished doing everything it was 30 minutes after my finishing time so I did a little bit of extra time. I then after this drove to the gym. The traffic was not great but will still got there in decent time. Then once I got to the gym I trained biceps and it was good session. Then I went to the shop and got myself some cookies, two cookies and cream donuts and some yogurts. Then I drove home. Since I have been home I have been on my phone a bit then, also watched England with my dad. We drew 0-0 with Slovenia which is pretty shit.we have won the group but we have been playing so poor. There has been no speed or urgency it’s awful.

Also a few hours ago I realised one of my tiktoks I posted a day ago randomly went from like 5k views to 450k very quick and then for the last few hours it has just kept going up and up. It is now at 1.6m views I think or 1.5m I can’t remember. That is ridiculous. At one point it went up like 20k in a minute which is crazy. I was just talking to my dad at one point and the views were going up like crazy.

Also that Lacey girl I was speaking to I found out she was speaking and flirting with other people and was trying to hit on my mates tailor’s new boyfriend. So when everyone found out she blocked me and shit, then she ends up messaging my dad and being strange. She has just been so immature and idiotic. I don’t get people. I just feel like losing faith in humanity now a days. Oh yeah I forgot to mention I also saw my ex sisters ex boyfriend. So the ex of her sister if that makes sense. We spoke for a bit then he explained that he’s exhausted had fell off so he’s car was so much louder so he showed me and yeah it was so loud for the car that it is. However he’s insurance is like 4.5k a year which is so steep compare to my 2k a year. Also he has been driving for a year and I’ve only been driving for a month. Anyways I also forgot to mention when cleaning the back yard earlier there was loads of waste in the black bin. So I’ve tipped in a bin bag and I’ve found it has liquid in it as well. Meaning the bad started ripping so this caused so much stress and hassle but we got it sorted. Also I helped flatten boxes clear up any extra mess and it was hot outside but I didn’t mind too much.

Anyways speak to you later journal, bye journal!