#like why are you putting me in this position

[covenofagatha]

The hustle

You and Agatha make a bet while playing pool - if you win, you get to try to make her orgasm without being touched

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: GP Agatha, cumming untouched, dirty talk, masturbation, daddy kink

“Remind me why we came here?” Agatha asks as she opens the door to Herb’s Grille and Bar and lets you walk in. The smell of cheap beer and wings hits your nose and you wrinkle it. It’s a dimly lit establishment with sticky floors and loud televisions showing every single sports game happening at the moment. 

You turn to face your girlfriend once she steps into the restaurant. “Where else would you have wanted to spend our date night?” 

Every Saturday, you and her alternate between picking a place to go out. After two years of your relationship, it’s a way to keep things spiced up. Sometimes you’ll meet her in a hotel lobby and pretend to be strangers, other times you’ll go pottery painting. Your absolute favorite date was one she planned where she took you to a restaurant overlooking the ocean to watch the sunset, and then went skinny-dipping in the water once the beach cleared out. 

You can still remember the way her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, the way she held you in her arms, her cock inside you, and just let the waves rock you back and forth slowly until you both came. 

So it’s safe to say that picking a bar like this is very out of the norm for date night. 

Agatha snorts. “If you waited until the last minute to plan something and this is the best you could come up with, we could’ve just had a movie night at home.” 

“Oh, baby,” you say, laughing at the little faith she has in you. “This—” you gesture at the rowdy football fans throwing their arms up at the television, the waitresses in small shorts carrying plates of fries and onion rings, the drunk men throwing darts in the corner, “—was not last minute planned. I’ve been wanting to come here for a while.”

“Why on earth would you want to come here?” she asks, arching a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you. 

You shrug. “Why don’t we go to the bar and get a drink?” you suggest, completely ignoring her question with a coy smile. Her eyes narrow suspiciously, but she follows you as you begin to wade through the rows of packed tables. And then you stop and gasp, your hand flying to the side to hit Agatha’s arm. You point at the empty pool table in the back of the restaurant. “Do you want to play?” 

“Honey, have you ever played pool before?” Agatha asks, a hint of amusement in her tone. 

Sticking out your bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout, you beg with your eyes. “Will you teach me?” 

She can’t say no to you, so she sighs. “Why don’t you get us our drinks and I’ll go rack up and get the cues.” 

You beam and press a quick kiss to her cheek before rushing to the bar and ordering a rum and coke for Agatha, and a Dirty Shirley for you, before bringing them over to where your girlfriend is placing the pool balls in the triangle. You pick up one of the sticks that she picked out and stroke a hand up and down the smooth wood. 

“Baby,” Agatha says through gritted teeth and you look over at her innocently. Her hands have gripped onto the edge of the table and her knuckles are white. “Don’t give me that look, you know exactly what you’re doing.” 

Trying to fight the smirk growing on your face and failing, you give up on the pretense before tilting your head to the table. “So do I go first?” 

Agatha nods and you step up before bending over the table, stick in hand. You line up the tip with the cue ball and close an eye before Agatha interrupts you. 

“Honey, hang on. You need to fix your stance,” she says and you stand back up and look at her. 

“What?” you ask. “It feels fine to me.”

Your girlfriend tsks before stepping behind you and putting her hands on your waist. “Bend over,” she murmurs in your ear and goosebumps line the back of your neck. “Hold the cue how you just did.” 

Swallowing roughly, you resume your position and gasp slightly when she presses against you and puts her hands on top of yours to adjust your technique. Your stomach starts to grow warm.

It seems like you’re not the only one affected though — you can feel Agatha’s cock half-hard in her pants. Always one to tease, you push back slightly and sway your hips and her grip tightens on yours as she sharply inhales. 

“Like that?” you simper, immensely enjoying the way Agatha’s body has stiffened. 

“Take the shot,” she orders gruffly and you chuckle before swinging your arms back and then forward, the 8-ball hitting the triangle and sending the balls scattering with a thunk. 

A striped red one goes into the pocket and you line up to take another shot, but completely whiff. You see Agatha biting back a smile. 

She sinks four balls during her turn and you miss completely. Two more for Agatha, and you do a little victory dance when you finally get one. 

“I like it better when you go inside my hole,” you say right as she’s lining up to take her shot and she misses, the cue ball hitting the edge of the table. When she stands back up and turns to you, her face is slightly red and the knowledge that your dirty, juvenile joke has that much effect on her settles straight in your cunt. 

But any triumph you had is gone when you miss again, and then she perfectly hits her last ball and the 8-ball in, almost completely sweeping. 

“Can we play again?” you ask and Agatha gives you a strange look. Usually when you lose that badly in any other game, you immediately want to do something else. You’re a bit of a sore loser and Agatha loves to tease you for it. “Please? Let’s make a bet.” 

She studies your face to see what you’re doing. “Okay,” she agrees slowly, still unsure of your ulterior motives. “If I win, we never go to another bar on date night.” 

You hold out your hand. “Deal. And if I win, you have to go along with whatever I say tonight.” 

Her lips part ever the slightest and her eyes darken. “Oh, okay, honey. If you win, you’re in charge.” It’s clear from her sarcastic tone that she doesn’t expect that to happen at all, but she shakes your hand anyway and you can’t help the thrill that runs through you. 

Agatha re-racks the balls and motions for you to break them again. You lean over the table and hit the 8-ball hard. A solid ball goes into the pocket and you sink the next three shots you make. 

When you finally miss, you look at Agatha, whose jaw has dropped wide open. You wink and she flushes before taking a shot. 

She misses. 

You cluck your tongue and purposely brush past her front on your way to get to the cue ball harder than you have to just to rub your ass against her cock before hitting the rest of the solid balls into the pockets. And then you get the 8-ball as well. 

“How did you—” Agatha starts, completely flustered, trying to wrap her head around how you just did that. 

Grinning, you tell her, “I used to play pool all the time in college.” 

Realization dawns on her and she chuckles humorlessly while shaking her head. “So you hustled me.” 

You wave a hand dismissively. “Eh, semantics. The point is, we made a bet. And I just won.” 

“That you did, honey. What do you have in store for me tonight?” she asks, not seeming too upset about the loss. She knows that this is really her win as much as it is yours.

Your eyes gleam. “I want to make you cum,” you say, and before she can retort that you always do, you add on: “without you being touched.”

Agatha swallows and you can see the wheels in her head spinning as her breathing starts to quicken. “You little minx,” she growls and you can see her cock, now a little more than half-hard, bulging in her pants. You giggle gleefully. 

It’s something that’s been on your mind for a while now. There was one night you had been teasing her while straddling her lap and she had been a squirming mess beneath you, and when you finally got your mouth around her, it took her about forty-five seconds before she came all over your face. 

She had been so embarrassed, but you had found it so fucking hot, knowing that you could make her that worked up that she couldn’t even last a minute. And then you started wondering if you could get her so worked up that she could cum without anything. 

The thought had driven you to orgasm quite a few times since that night. You weren’t sure if she would try it just if you asked, so you had to get a little creative. 

And she had taken the bait, every step of the way. It wasn’t often you got to pull one over on your girlfriend like this, and you’re absolutely going to revel in it. 

“Should we go home, daddy?” you ask, voice as sweet and pure as you can make it, and Agatha’s look is vicious. You know she’s going to make you pay for this little stunt, probably with a spanking and maybe orgasm denial, but it’s going to be so worth it. 

Agatha takes a deep breath before downing the rest of her drink in one gulp and then grabs onto your bicep to lead you out of the bar. 

Your hand creeps into her lap the moment she puts her car into reverse to back out of the parking spot and she hisses before slamming on the brakes. 

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” you say in awe. Her cock is completely straining against her jeans and you can feel the heat radiating through them. You flatten your palm and begin to rub and her fingers tighten around the steering wheel. “Someone’s more excited than they’re letting on,” you remark and enjoy the way the vein in her forehead throbs. 

“It’s going to be your fault if I crash and kill us both,” she says through clenched teeth. “Thought the whole point was you weren’t going to touch me.” 

You hum thoughtfully. “Good point.” You remove your hand and she lets out a sigh of relief so she can focus on driving — as much as she can, with how turned on she is — and you angle your right foot up on the seat so your knee rests on the car door and your skirt rides up. You drag your fingertips against your exposed thigh, heat following in its wake, and you can feel how wet you’ve become. 

Agatha doesn’t notice at first when you slip a hand between your open legs to tease yourself over your underwear, but when she does happen to glance over, she lets out a small whimper. 

“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to sound rough, but failing. It sounds like she’s in pain, and based on how hard she is, you think she might be. 

You press on your clit and gasp. “I said I wasn’t going to touch you. I never said anything about touching myself.” 

Her tongue traces its way across her mouth and she tries to focus on the road, but when you move your panties to the side and stroke through your folds, she can’t help but sneak little peeks down at your pussy. 

“I can fucking hear you,” she breathes like she can’t even believe it, like the thought is driving her absolutely wild. 

She turns down the radio and the squelching sounds of your wetness fills the car. You’re surprised she hasn’t swerved or hit something yet, with how often she looks over. 

And then you push a finger inside yourself and you gasp, hips bucking, and she whimpers. You almost want to say fuck it and just bend over and suck her off, but you hold fast to your plan. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you whine pathetically and the muscle in her cheek twitches. Her cock is so hard you can see the outline of her vein through her pants. She starts to slowly grind up so her cock rubs against the denim fabric and you wonder if she’s getting any satisfaction from it. 

You slide another finger into your cunt easily, curling them knuckle-deep, and your head falls back against the headrest as your back arches. 

“Baby, god, you are so hot,” Agatha gasps pathetically. You’re so fucking addicted to her desperation, the high it gives you is almost orgasmic, and you start to fuck yourself roughly. Your walls squeeze around your own fingers and you wish that her cock was inside you more than anything. 

Your girlfriend is thinking the same thing, if the small noises spilling out of her mouth is any indication. The car speeds up erratically and it’s only five more minutes before she pulls into the driveway. The tension has been building in your stomach and you’re almost sad you didn’t get to make yourself cum. 

There’s no telling how crazy that would’ve made Agatha. 

“In the house, now,” she barks and you have to bite back a laugh. You’re the one who’s supposed to be in charge tonight, and here she is, ordering you around so you can get her off. 

You let it slide because you’re just as eager for this as she is. 

She speed-walks to the front door to unlock it and then you take the lead and drag her upstairs to your bedroom by the hand. She groans when she feels how wet your fingers are.  

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” you say, sparks of heat lighting up all throughout your body as she listens immediately. 

When Agatha shoves her jeans and underwear down, her cock springs out and both of you gasp; her, from the semblance of relief she gets, and you, from how it looks. 

Her cock looks like it’s straining against itself: it’s swollen and the veins are taunt, redder than it's ever been, and leaking a copious amount. She humps the air involuntarily and gutturally groans. The top of her breasts all the way up to her cheeks is stained pink and her chest heaves, the look in her eyes that of a feral woman. 

“Fuck — you’re so…” You don’t even have the words to describe how turned on she is. You haven’t even teased her that much either. Not enough to warrant this state, anyway. 

Agatha shakily lowers herself onto the bed and leans back against the pillows so she can look at you, her cock pointing straight up to the ceiling. “You get daddy so worked up, baby,” she rasps and you clench around nothing at the desire in her voice. There is no doubt in your mind that you’ll be able to get her to cum untouched. The only question is how long it will take. 

You toy with the hem of your shirt, sensually dragging it up your stomach and then back down until Agatha’s teeth are clenched so tightly you think she might snap. 

“Take it off,” she grits, an urgency in her voice that you haven’t heard before. You smirk and peel it off and Agatha’s hips jump when she takes in your purple bra that pushes your breasts together. “Fuck,” she says under her breath and another dollop of liquid drips down her cock from the tip. 

Sliding off your skirt, your head spins when she makes a muffled groan that sounds like she’s been injured. You have never felt hotter in your life than when you’re with Agatha. And then you take off your underwear and hold them up to the light so she can see how drenched they are. 

The muscles in her stomach flex and her fingers dig into the duvet. “Jesus Christ,” she mumbles, sounding distant. 

Now fully naked, you climb on the bed and lie opposite from her, propping yourself up with one hand and spreading your legs so that she can see your glistening center. Agatha makes another sound and you watch her cock bob up and down on its own. 

You suck two fingers into your mouth, the same fingers that were inside you on the car ride, and give her the same look you do as when her cock is in your mouth. 

Her lips part and her tongue darts out, her breathing becoming shallower. You pull your fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop and trail them down your face and neck, across your collarbone, and down to pinch your nipples. 

Agatha recognizes it as the same path she usually takes with her tongue when she’s working her way down your body and her hips start to grind slowly. Her cock leaks even more as you watch her throb and it makes even more heat blast through you. 

“Fuck, daddy, you make me feel so good,” you say and her breath catches in her throat. Your hand skims across your stomach and then teases your folds and you moan, which makes Agatha moan, too. “I love it when you go down on me and you let me ride your face. I love it when you fill me with your cock—” You slide two fingers inside and cut yourself off with a gasp. 

Your girlfriend’s hands are twitching like she can’t decide whether she wants to touch you or her cock, which has somehow gotten even harder. She is steadily rolling her hips now, desperate for any stimulation. 

“Honey — honey, please,” she begs, her voice thick and deep and it does almost as much to you as curling your fingers and pressing against your g-spot does. You’re not going to last long either. “Daddy needs you, please.” 

You almost give in. It would be so easy to take her cock down your throat or to straddle her and feel her in your pussy — either way, you think she would cum immediately. 

But she looks so pretty like this, cheeks flushed and sweaty, furiously grinding against absolutely nothing, her cock pulsing and dripping. “Sorry, daddy,” you say with a wink and you watch her head drop back against the headboard. “I love seeing you like this. So desperate for me, about to cum without being touched at all, just for me.” 

Agatha swears, her body stiffening and you think she’s going to cum right now, but to her credit, she relaxes a little and doesn’t. You’re almost impressed. “Daddy is going to punish you for this, you know,” she says with very little conviction. “Gonna tie you up and leave a vibrator in you and we’ll see how many times you cum before you physically can’t take anymore.” 

Your breath hitches and your palm bumps against your clit roughly. The tension from the car is building back in your lower stomach, pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s not as good as when Agatha touches you, but it’s a close second. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Agatha babbles like she can’t take it anymore. “I need you so bad, honey. I’m fucking — I’m fucking aching for you.” You almost make a joke about how you can tell, but think better of it. “You drive me crazy, please, I need you, need to feel your hot pussy wrapped around my cock, fuck—“ 

Her knees lock and her feet flex and her cock pulses and your fingers still inside you to watch in awe. Agatha’s breathing gets tighter before she sucks in deeply — her hips lurch up and her legs start to spread out and up — she lets out a loud, high-pitched keen and her cock erupts, cum spurting up in the air and landing on her stomach. 

Agatha’s hands scramble for purchase on the duvet as she frantically humps the air and keeps gasping, her cock pumping out a few more cascades of cum all over her. 

You didn’t think that would be so hot and you press the palm of your hand against your clit and you spasm, an orgasm tearing through your own body. You ride it out, beginning to move your fingers again to prolong the pleasure. 

She lays there limply, just watching with glazed eyes and an open mouth, her cock twitching every so often as it softens. 

When you finally come down, you can’t help but laugh and Agatha looks at you like you’re crazy. She still hasn’t moved. 

“Fuck, that was so hot,” you exclaim and Agatha snorts before finally rubbing her face with a hand. 

“I think you just killed me, sweetheart,” she says matter-of-factly and you smirk despite yourself. 

She looks absolutely wiped. “So you don’t want to do it again?” you ask and the look she gives you is lethal. But you see a hint of heat in her eyes, and you know that this won’t be the last time you get to make her cum like that. 

Agatha goes to move but looks down at the mess on her stomach. “Why don’t you come clean this up for me, honey?” she suggests and another blast of heat runs through you. 

You get on your knees and crawl the foot or so to her before swiping your fingers through the puddle of cum and enveloping them in your mouth and moaning at her taste. She watches you with dark eyes as you then bend down and run your tongue over her belly, her muscles tensing and her cock stirring. 

“Good girl,” she murmurs and the praise goes straight to your still-wet cunt. She tugs on your hair and pulls you up to kiss you, stroking her tongue inside your mouth to taste herself. 

When you finally pull back to breathe, you smile despite yourself at how perfect and completely ruined she looks right now. “Not a bad date night, hm?” you ask, giggling and raising an eyebrow teasingly. 

Agatha rolls her eyes playfully. “Not quite what I had in mind, but I do like where it ended up.” 

You flop onto the bed next to her and she puts an arm around you so you can tuck yourself into her side. “Good luck topping that next week,” you challenge, eyes flicking up to meet hers. She smirks and reaches over to pinch your nipple. 

“I’m sure I’ll find a way.” 

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[ohmy-gojo]

jjk as cats with you as their caretaker au ෆ

you were just a simple employee at a cat adoption center. for most people it would be a dream, getting paid to take care of kitties? hell yeah. it was yours for a long time, but now..

"satoru, suguru. how many times have i told you both to not go outside?"

the white and black cats stared at you sheepishly, caught red handed trying to leave the shop. you had closed the shop, which meant no going out now. they both were the troublesome duo, always causing chaos. satoru tried to appease you by rubbing his head in your leg which made you crouch down and pat his head. this action however irked suguru, causing him to meow angrily at the white cat and jump to your arms

"oh hush, stop being so possessive suguru. satoru deserves love too, everyone deserves love here," you paused then took them both in your lap "well everyone except sukuna, thats why hes in the cage."

at your words the unusually colored red cat hissed angrily, giving you a stink eye. can cats even make such expressions? you honestly dont know. maybe the lack of sleep is getting to you. satoru and suguru simultaneously looked at him haughtily, flexing to not be stuck in the cage, rather in your arms

"everyone should be like kento here, hes such a good cat. isnt that right ken?"

you left the black and white cats to check kento— whom you affectionately call ken, sitting in his cat couch unbothered. you in fact have nicknames for every cats here but only call them that when theyre not being naughty. which means you call kento 'ken' all the time, much to the annoyance (and jealousy) of other cats

satoru and suguru's faces fell at the sight of you leaving them, giving a whining mewl. sukuna smirked at their frowny faces. 'heh.. karma' he thought in cat language

you took kento in your arms and gave him rubs. "youre such a good boy ken, arent you? yes you are, yes you are!— the goodest boy,"

kento preened at your words and huddled closer to your arms. hes always on his best behavior to get this treatment. he looked down on satoru and suguru, giving them a look of superiority

you were now walking around with kento in your arms, you already closed the shop so you just gotta leave for home. suddenly you remembered about the other cat, choso. whom you haven't seen in quite some moments

"shit!" you hastily put kento down much to his dismay "have any of you seen choso??""

sometimes you thought you were going crazy. here you were asking them questions as if they could answer. maybe you should quit and start therapy

but thats a problem for later! now you had a cat to find. in a hurry you accidentally stepped on something.. soft. which was chosos tail, he hissed in pain from his position under the chair where he was sleeping

at this satoru, suguru, sukuna laughed. even kento let out a quiet snort. in cat language of course. they already knew where choso was, opting to stay quiet instead.

"im so so sorry cho!!" you held the brown cat face to face with you, "forgive me?"

the brown cat pouted at you before finally accepting your apology with a quiet meow. you smiled happily and peppered his face with kisses. choso was now a happy cat. the others? well not so

sukuna, sick of you giving all these stray cats (deregatory) affection meowed loudly to get your attention. he then did something he absolutely hated but since he was desperate... he gave you kitty eyes (cat version of puppy eyes) you stared at him for some time before sighing heavily

"yeah yeah, im gonna get you out now. maybe don't scare away customers anymore?" you rolled you eyes but took out the keys to unlock his cage, he knew this method would work. "but who am i telling this, you still gonna do that no?"

sukuna just stared at you innocently, tilting his head. you scoffed but took him in your arms at the same time. you looked down at the four other felines who were at your feet, eager to be picked up. they were truly spoiled. weird thing is, they only ever acted this clingy and affectionate towards you, not other people or even their owner, mr. gege (they hated him for some reason, especially satoru). you stared at their hopeful blinking eyes and sighed again

"okay okay, you all can come to stay at my home tonight."

they all cheered. you once again thought you were mad to think cats can cheer. but oh well.

[stinkysam]

Choi Subong “Thanos” - Touches.

Warning : reader smokes, drug use

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “thanos with a reader who's love language is physical touch??? Like, he always prefers to at least touch their fingers together sometimes, whether for self-comfort (maybe during the game) or just to show his affection.” - anon

Reader : male (he/you)

A/N : bold is in English // saw in some headcanons that he puts cologne to hide that he doesn’t shower. I prefer to think that if he smells, it’s because he has shit ass tastes in perfumes/colognes lol.

He knew early on you were a touchy guy. Even when you were just friends, you were always touching him or other people in some ways.

It never bothered him because he likes touching as well.

While you put a hand on his shoulder as you speak to someone else, his hand is on your back, between your shoulder blades, rhythmically tapping.

Or when you tried to show your inexistant rap skills.

His hand in your hair, keeping from turning away as your head moves up and down slightly while you try to rap. Focused on finding your next words.

He laughs his ass off at you, so much he nearly coughs up a lung, holding on to you as you’re now trying to ignore him, pushing him away.

“Why are you laughing at me ? You asked me to show you, I’m only delivering.”

He has trouble responding, laughing too much it ends up making you smile.

“I never said I was a rapper.” You sighed walking away, crossing your arms. “It’s your job dude.”

“Wa- wait wait wait !” He goes after you, still laughing, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him. “Do it again, pl-ease ! My boy, come on !”

“No way.” You laughed pushing him away.

“Do you know how to beatbox then ?”

“Do I look like I know how to ?” You placed your hands on his shoulders, suddenly serious. “Bro, seriously, stop speaking nonsense. You’re worrying me.”

He cackled at your response, holding your arms.

“I’ll teach you.” He winked.

“Oh my god, you will ?! Really ?” You said, shaking him, squealing, faking excitement, before walking away again. “Fuck off dude.” You raised your middle finger at him.

“Whatever.” He chuckled, following you. “My offer will forever stand.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows, expecting you to change your mind.

You hummed in response, rolling your eyes.

There’s also moments when you’ll sit behind him, leaning against a wall as you smoke, while he’s on his phone, music loudly playing, using your legs as a backrest.

This position evolved the closer you got.

Right before dating, he’d be between your legs, elbows on your knees and then as it turned into a relationship, Thanos was directly leaning on you, his back against your chest, your chin resting on top of his head.

“Babe.” He said calmly, hands frozen in the air. He had paused his music.

“Mh.” You raised an eyebrow and took a drag of your rollie, keeping the smoke in.

“You’re putting ash in my hair.”

You looked down at his hair, exhaling all the smoke before replying.

“No, I’m not.” You lightly tapped your cigarette with your index, ashes flying away. “There’s nothing.”

“You-” He turned around. “It’s not a reason to spit your smoke in my hair instead ! My god, babe ! Seriously…” He complained, brushing them quickly with his hands to get rid of the ashes that still weren't in them.

You snorted, letting out a ‘sorry’ before putting your chin on his head once more and taking another drag.

“I’m serious, don’t do it again.” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t wanna fucking smell like tobacco.”

“Aw.” You grimaced, rubbing your cheek against him as you squeezed him. “But that smell is so much better than your recent cologne.”

“What ?! Are the nerves in your nose rotten ? Are you crazy ?” He turned around once more, a hand dramatically on his heart.

You laughed.

“Perhaps. But whatever you’re using, it’s soooo bad.” You grimaced, closing your eyes in disgust. “Price doesn’t mean good.”

He sighed, putting his music back on before resting once more against you. He had decided to ignore you.

“Rotten nose.” He muttered.

“Smelly bitch.” You whispered back.

He grabbed your rollie, crushing it on the ground as you gasped, quickly trying to stop him. But it was too late.

“Boom !” He threw his hands in the air.

“Asshole !” You gave the back of his head a light slap as you groaned. “It was my last rolling sheet too…” You let out a displeased sigh. Crossing your arms to put some distance between his back and you.

He just shrugged, rolling his eyes but happy you were no longer ‘putting’ ashes in his hair as he styled some strands carefully.

“Stink bug.” You whispered, resting your head against the wall behind you, your feet tapping the ground.

Sometimes you’re the one laying against Thanos, resting between his legs.

A lot of times he will ask you to not lay on him so he can use your back as if it was a paper to write on with his fingers.

His phone is in his other hand, lyrics being written in the note app or directly sending them to you. He has the autocorrect on yet he still writes certain words on your back.

You try to guess the words and spell them for him, though he doesn’t always touch your back completely or touch too lightly for you to feel it properly.

“Alright, I’m done.” He says, pushing his phone in his pocket as you lay against his chest.

But you know he’s not done, although it’s silent and your eyes are closed, you know he’s still thinking about making the perfect bars. You know because you can feel his arms move around you, hands flying, you could also hear a few breathed out words every now and then.

You raise your hands up, blindly reaching for his, when you feel them with your fingers you stop, just touching his wrists or palms is enough. Your fingers are wiggling, tapping lightly against his skin occasionally.

After a few seconds he lowers his hands so your fingers could fit in his palms fully, hands holding yours and waving them around as he continues to mentally rap.

There are times where it’s more subtle, sitting next to each other but only your feet are touching, mainly in public when there’s a lot of people. Or when you two visit his dad.

Which doesn’t happen a lot, quite rarely to be honest. And you understand why.

Each time you saw him, the man was drunk.

He doesn’t even know you two are a thing because Thanos knows he won’t react well to the news.

There’s almost always an awkward silence as you sit next to him, your shoe against his as you both listen to his dad rant angrily about something, beer in hand. A couple times Thanos couldn’t help but clash against him, almost getting into a fist fight that you had to interrupt.

You’re not sure who would win between the two and don’t wanna find out despite Thanos telling you he would obviously win.

But he’s not like this at your parents’ place. Where it’s more peaceful and open than at his dad’s. They know you’re in a relationship with Thanos though they don’t know about his addiction or debts, only finding him a bit eccentric.

His arms wrapped around you, or your hand on his thigh as you sit next to each other or he is directly laying on you when you’re resting on the couch.

“Stink bug.” You whispered to not disturb your parents watching TV on the second couch.

Thanos said nothing in return, refusing to acknowledge the nickname. He just focused harder on falling asleep to not hear your annoying voice.

“Stink bug.” You called again, a bit louder. “Your stench is suffocating me.”

He scoffed.

“Stop breathing then.” He quietly replied, eyes still closed.

“But I’ll die.”

“Not my problem. I won’t come to your funeral, annoying brat.”

“Aww. I’m hurt.”

He didn’t reply, no longer wanting to engage with you.

“No but seriously, you stink.”

He’s had enough, getting up to nap in your old room. He knew you were joking though you didn’t really like his cologne.

“Your cat appreciates my smell.” He said quietly, before walking away, flipping you off behind your parents’ back, sticking his tongue out.

“It’s because you smell like fish.” You replied, getting up and following him.

As he reaches the first door frame behind the couches he turns around, stopping you.

“Why are you following me ?”

“Because, my love.” You dramatically placed a hand on his shoulder. “Although you smell like fish, my heart still beats for you.” You said, making a heart with your fingers.

“Get lost.” He said, pointing behind you after pushing your hand away from his shoulder.

“But baby.” You tried to look sad, though you couldn’t get rid of your smile.

“Fuck. Off.” His hands went on you make you turn around, but you fought back, trying to push him aside so you could walk with him to your room. You did this for a good minute, struggling while trying to remain silent to not attract your parents’ attention.

But alas it didn’t work.

“[Name], did you clean the table ?”

“He didn’t clean it ?” Your mom asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” Your father replied.

You sighed, pulling away from Thanos who smiled, flipping you off again with both hands. You did the same before pointing at him menacingly.

“You. Lucky ass bastard bitch.” You whispered.

He just shrugged before going up the stairs, almost dancing. Finally, away from you !

“Stink bug !”

“I’ll lock the door !”

“No !” You rushed up the stairs to stop him as he quickly ran to your room, closing behind himself.

“[Name] ?!” Your dad called and you quickly got back downstairs to clean the table.

He honestly adores your touch, don’t get him wrong, but there are times where it isn’t welcomed. Mostly when he’s too focused on something.

You never really know when your touch will become too much when he’s thinking or working. He can like it like he can find it annoying. Stopping him from thinking, losing his ideas, forgetting his words.

So you try to not touch him or only very lightly when he’s working but he’s the one taking his laptop and sitting right against you. Yet he’s gonna glare at you when your arm rubs against his as you go to grab something.

But most of the time he’s vocal about it, telling you to stop touching him. He’s a bit rude about it and the first few times were a bit surprising.

“Stop it.” He muttered, raising a hand up to stop you from resting your head on his shoulder.

You stared at him, confused.

“Huh ?” You raised an eyebrow.

He doesn’t look away from his screen as his hand closed into a fist, only leaving his index up. ‘Shut up.’ ?

You raised another eyebrow, getting more confused and slightly annoyed.

Then he pointed at his screen, quickly, before continuing typing again. You leaned closer to watch what he was writing.

Lyrics. Oh !

You quickly understood he needed space to work.

You hummed a ‘sorry’ quietly, pulling away a bit to lay on one of the pillows instead.

Though he doesn’t want you to touch him doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you around.

It also happens when he takes his colorful pills, getting sometimes overstimulated by them.

It had always been like that, even when you were friends, so you knew about it.

When you landed on that island with him, your guts quickly made you worry about him.

Your guts were proven right. That girl died and Thanos took one of his pills, getting high and rather unpredictable making it harder for you to find a way to de-stress in between games. Each death, and there were a lot of them, made you more queasy, trying to reach out to him.

Unsuccessfully.

Though he could be with you, sitting next to you, a hand on your knee, as time went on he’s too out of it to notice you’re drifting away from each other. Zoning out or too energetic to stay in place and remain with you. Sometimes leaving you on your own.

You didn’t know what to do, whether you wanted out or not, voting O or X. You no longer knew if you were on the same wavelength or if he would accept you voting X.

He really loves you and your touch, finding it grounding and a constant reminder that you’re with him. But that island made his greediness come out more than ever, seeing himself invincible and lucky enough to survive all games.

He has to repay his debts or he’ll die trying. Whatever happens.

[lilylushes]

Luigi Mangione - NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): I already did h/c’s for this, but he’s amazing. He cuddles with you, praising you and leaving you kisses. Things like, “you were so good for me,” “you’re so pretty,” “I love you so much, baby.” He would get you water, put on a bath or shower and join you. He would be reading up on how to make you feel good after sex too and why it’s important for you and your relationship.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): his PhD I think his abs or shoulders. He said himself that he got his six pack because he had to change his workout routine due to an injury. He adapted and worked through his hardships. And I think he probably likes his shoulders as well. On you, I think he would love your eyes. This is a soulful man, imo. He knows that eyes are the windows to the soul and I think he would get lost in them all the time, sometimes even zoning out haha. Even when you’re just cuddling, he asks you to look at him, just so he can look into your eyes and tell you you’re beautiful. But when you’re intimate, he loves eye contact. LOVES it. It cannot be understated. He wants to see you come undone for him while he stares into your soul and you stare into his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): We all knew this but he has a BREEDING KINK. He didn’t talk about low birth rates for nothing, and he comes from a big family. He loves the idea of cumming inside of you to make you his. When you first said, “fill my pussy up, please,” something in him changed. He almost went feral, finishing right after the words came out of your month. His dirty talk will always include things like, “gonna breed this pretty little pussy,” “want me to fill up this tight pussy of yours,” “wanna fill you up with my babies, hm.” And speaking of, when you guys start trying for kids, you’re fucking like rabbits, even though you did before as well. You’re going at it multiple times a day in every room.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Before you talked about having kids and before you got off the pill, he told himself he wouldn’t be mad if you did get pregnant. He knew he wanted to be with you forever and believed in divine timing. The two of you wanted to settle down, but weren’t fussed about getting married and then having kids or having a certain timeline. He often thought of what they would look like and sometimes he would mention to you a name that he liked just to see your reaction.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): This is a tough one because I think he could be experienced but maybe not. I’m actually leaning towards him not being that experienced due to his injury and seemingly not being that into dating casually and being a nerd. I would say body count under 10 for sure, potentially less than 5. Still, he DEFINITELY knows what he’s doing. He had a book about female pleasure on his GoodReads for god’s sake. He gets off on you feeling good and finishing. He knows all the female anatomy and is always reading about new ways to please you whether it be a new pussy eating technique or a way to please your erogenous zones. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): MISSIONARY. In this sense, he’s a traditional kind of guy. He loves all sex and all positions, but missionary is his favourite because he’s dominant and can see you coming undone beneath him. He has access to your clit, boobs, hips, neck, mouth, everywhere. He can also look deeply into your eyes the entire time which he loves doing. Eye contact is CRITICAL to this man. Oh, and he can lower himself down to whisper dirty shit into your ear. His favourite things about missionary overall are seeing the effect he has on you and being able to look into your eyes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): He can be goofy sometimes, but not all the time. I think goofiness would mostly happen in bed, rather than any quickies, where he’s rougher and more serious. He’ll laugh if you’re fucking at his or your parents’ place and you can’t keep quiet, or if something falls over. It puts you both at ease and make you feel safe and connected. You love when he laughs right against your lips or face.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): We’ve seen how fast the hair on his head grows, so I’d imagine down there is similar. I’m thinking that he keeps things neat and trimmed, but not fully bare. As for you, I don’t think he’d have a preference at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): I think that Luigi really sees all intimacy as something that is almost spiritual for your connection. It’s an important part of the relationship, but he doesn’t think that in a selfish way. He knows it’s so important for your partnership and relationship. Luckily, you’re both horny freaks so there have never been any issues there. I think sexually, he’s pretty traditional in the way that he loves missionary, eye contact, etc. He wants to feel as close to you as possible physically, emotionally, spiritually. But not in such a serious or intense way. He watches you closely, knows what makes you get closer to your release, and is always praising you and dirty talking.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He doesn’t masturbate often because, as I said, you’re both horny freaks

If he does, it’s because you’re away or maybe after you had a baby (and he probably asked permission before lol)

For him, jacking off could NEVER beat having sex with you, EVER, so he almost never wants to do it because it’s just not that arousing

You have tried both touching yourselves in bed together, but your hands quickly wander to the other person

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Like I said, breeding and praise kink!!! He wants to give you his babies like yesterday. To him, making a baby together is the most intimate thing he can think of. It’s really the two of you committing to one another forever and going through something incredibly special together. I’m just also going to add that while he enjoys MAKING the baby, he’d really have that attitude throughout your pregnancy and postpartum. And yes, praise kink. Since day 1, he’s been calling you a good girl and saying how beautiful you were taking his cock. Oh, and size kink! He loves the thought of his PhD hitting your cervix and stomach. He gets hard just thinking about how you have to adjust for a second after he enters you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): I think he likes the bed. It’s your safe place where you can try new things and be as close as possible. The bed also makes missionary more comfortable as there’s ample space for the two of you. He would like the couch too. Many of your makeout sessions during movie night turn to more and you don’t feel the need to go to the bedroom. Sometimes when you have a bath together, you’ll ride him nice and slow, which he loves. That being said, it’s not like your kitchen countertop, car, and several public places haven’t been sites for your sexcapades.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): He loves seeing you get turned on. He is all about giving you pleasure. If you even moan during a perfectly innocent kiss, the blood rushes downward. Seeing and hearing you beg for him, eye contact, and dirty talk work on him too. Even if he’s not in the mood himself, if you are, he’ll get in the mood. He knows he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, and he loves nothing more than seeing you taking his cock and talking you through your orgasm.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Scat and piss for sure. I also think he would never be down for a threesome, like, ever. You’re his and he’s yours, in this life, and the rest. He’s not going to do anything super violent. He’ll slap your ass of course (and maybe your face idk on this one), but he’s not going to be violent with you. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Like I’ve said, he gets off on getting you off. Watching you come undone on his fingers or his mouth could make him cum in his pants. Our little bookworm is always reading about new ways and techniques to make you cum. That being said, he loves the sight of you on your knees, taking him in your mouth, licking the tip, or sucking his balls while pumping his length. He will ask you for BJs on occasion. You two communicate all of your needs well, including sexually. If either of you asked for or received oral, you always reciprocate, or at least offer.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): A mix! There are times when he’s slow and gentle, and times when he’s rough and fast. You both enjoy both A LOT. And you seem to be able to read each other’s mind on what you want or need on that day. Slower, gentler sex makes you both feel incredibly connected to one another emotionally, while rougher sex brings out your primal sides. Both are essential for a good relationship, so you VERY happily take part in both often. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): You two usually have sex at home because you like to be free to make noise and let your guards down, not worrying about someone hearing or walking in. Being at home lets you really focus on the other person and how they’re feeling. But you do engage in quickies. And because you’re both perpetually horny, it’s decently often. Typically, it’ll be in your car, on a secluded beach, or in a bathroom. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): He will if you demonstrate to him that you’re comfortable and feel safe. A lot of things are your suggestion and he’s happy to try. You’ll try things like sensation play, some light BDSM, but overall you keep things pretty tame.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): With his back, he can’t go for as many rounds as he’d like, but the ones you do have pack a punch. Two or three rounds and you’re both exhausted, opting for a cuddle session or a bath to rest up before you’re ready for more. As for how long he lasts, it depends I think. Sometimes he will be fighting for his life not to cum in his pants while you’re grinding on him, and other times, he lasts quite a long time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): You’ll occasionally use a vibrator, restraints, blindfolds, butt plugs, and whips or ticklers, but it’s not often. You both prefer to focus on getting the other off all on your own. You like to bring in toys sometimes to change things up and heighten sensations.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): He loves to tease. LOVES it. And he wears a big grin on his face while doing it, saying, “how bad do you need my cock, baby,” “beg for it,” “patience,” “good girls wait,” or “you want me to give it to you.” Sometimes he’ll really make you work for it. Your begging gets him off. He knows it’s a bit cruel, but it makes your orgasm even more powerful, so it’s a win-win. He’ll also tease you in public. You’ve had to leave a few family dinners early.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): He’s LOUD. A moaner, groaner, whiner, occasional whimperer, and ALWAYS dirty talking and praising. When he comes, he groans and moans your name. When you tease him and grind on him, he whines and whimpers. He’s a vocal guy and sees making noise as a part of being intimate and letting your guard down with the other person.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): Luigi has asked you a few times to suck him off from under his desk while he’s in meetings. Once he heard whimpering and saw you rubbing your clit while you were sucking him off. He looked under his desk for one second and had to mute his mic and go off camera for a second because it made him cum right then and there.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): He said he has a PhD and I believe it. Also in one of his pics where he’s painted at Penn during his freshman year, his bulge is very visible and looks pretty big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): It’s always there. Luigi is in touch with his body, including his sex drive. It’s increased so much with you, and luckily for him, you’ve got a high sex drive to match.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He couldn’t fall asleep without making sure you’ve been taken care of. Cuddling is essential for both of you. He praises you after as well, and if you’re in the mood to talk, he will listen or talk with you. Sex involves aftercare for him, and he needs to make sure you’re satisfied and ready to rest before he can think of sleeping.

[sucker-just]

I am not an American and have no real say in what that country does, but it really does look to me like H1B visas do seem to do that because they are designed without leeway and effectively chain international workers to specific roles at specific companies, allowing those companies to effectively underpay and abuse those workers and workers waiting in the lottery line while frequently using the process to circumvent local talent even with search requirements. I know this in part because of American hiring managers whining online about how they're really not at fault for having to put up ghost job listings stop being so mean about them, it's a requirement to be able to try to justify a visa so really it's the government's fault they have to put up job listings nobody will get, it's necessary to skirt the law effectively won't you please think of the career HR professionals hard job of barely maintaining the appearance of compliance 😭. They say this publically and with the expectation of sympathy, so it seems it's not the most taboo and unheard of practice. And when asked, they want the international worker because they have a good skill set but also will work for less and be less likely to recieve and take other offers than local talent, giving the employer a lot of leeway in their treatment.

By making a class of worker have their right to stay in the country conditional upon staying in a specific employer's good graces, those workers are effectively unable to demand keeping competitive standards of treatment and pay, let alone put in for actual collective bargaining efforts, lest they literally lose their place in the country they are currently living in. This also means that other workers can be threatened with being replaced by these effectively indentured workers, which is a real thing tech workers especially have been threatened with (actual threats made by employers explicitly), to allow employers even greater leverage. The program by design is unfair to the applicant, because they're not the main person being served in this arrangement and having them be constrained and uncertain is the point. Even if a company can't keep a specific international worker, they can and will keep trying with more people (more hiring manager statements). They don't really care if they need a new person in that position, just so long as it's someone who will put up with it while doing highly technical work, taking on a number of hopeful graduates at once and owning a good portion of their careers if successful and churning through them if not (taken from an applicant's description of their workplace's policies). I have seen many heartbreaking stories from people on visas describing bad workplace conditions which they feel they cannot escape without jeopardizing their immigration status because if they get fired in retaliation for standing up to or reporting the abuse they are suffering they risk being deported and changing jobs while maintaining the visa is not easy and not many employers want to do that when they could just hire local or hire someone who's a visa hopeful and have the process be one they're used to and is more straightforward (according to the visa workers experiencing workplace abuse I read this from). I am sure not every employer is using this system to abuse, but it is set up in such a way that guarantees it will be by some.

This is patently undermining for both international workers and local talent. It clearly undermines the power of US tech labour in particular, which is why Elon is so horny for it while actively decrying every form of immigration that doesn't directly make him money. The solution to this is not an end to immigration, including of skilled tech workers, but putting forward actual immigration. Real immigration that's not purely at the behest of a specific employer. Because frankly nobody deserves to have their legal status be at their boss's mercy. By breaking the chains that bind international workers, first and foremost it would mean that they'd be safer and more secure, but also hopefully it would help the tech sector's nascent labour organising efforts. This is, however, currently a pipe dream.

listened to my very first powerpoint presentation abt how to apply for h1b visa, yeag every single leftist who had anything to say abt how h1b visas negatively impact american workers needs to die. kinda crazzy how noone else is bothered by the fact that elon musk, the guy who recently did 2 sieg heils on stage, had a less fascist opinion on this immigration issue than many americoid leftists. what can i say, i will never forgive i will never forget

[cyberhughes]

— 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ quinn hughes

🌊 chapter 2: feeling scandalous

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*:･✧* 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: quinn hughes x fem!oc

*:･✧* 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: swearing, luke and jack are flirty but it’s all platonic, suggestive content(nothing too spicy yet🌚)

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: hey guys omfg…i’m so sorry this took so long I’ve been so busy😭😭uni is stressing me out so bad beyond belief but we ball!! this chapter is so shit cause lowkey its a filler just to build up more tension before we start getting *actually* juicy. this was also lowkey not rlly proofread LMAO. ALSO ALSO ALSO… we are almost at 200 followers?? wtf?? i didn’t even realize i had hit 100 im sorry i love you all so much and i appreciate all the love and support you’ve given me <3 perhaps i will plan a little surprise for you all later 😛

series masterlist + character intros

“WAKEY WAKEY!” the curtains were ripped open by jack, causing luke and aurora to shield themselves under the covers from the abrupt sunlight.

“what the fuck! close it!” luke complained, snuggling himself further into the warmth of the bedsheets. meanwhile, jack tiptoed to the foot of their bed, before mischievously yanking their blankets of off them.

“up and at em, let’s not waste a good boat day!” he stood there proudly, hands on his hips with a shit eating grin plastered across his face, not caring that he had just ruined their chance of a peaceful morning.

“later.” luke groaned, moving to pull aurora close to him, seeking at least the warmth from her body. “oh my god get off of me, i’m up.” she wiggled herself out of his arms and he whined.

she pushed past jack, him snorting at her hair being messy as well as her shirt hanging off one shoulder. “good morning to you too sleeping beauty.” he laughed—a bit too hard—at his own joke, while she stuck her tongue out at him before continuing her way the the washroom to freshen up.

as she stood there brushing her teeth, she couldn’t help but think back to her interactions with quinn yesterday. he had told her she didn’t do anything wrong, but she knew something was off with him. she knew that everyone else felt the tension too, she just couldn’t figure out why it was there in the first place.

she didn’t want to let this sour her trip, she was here for her brother after all. she’d just have to find a way for quinn to warm up to her again.

she creeped back into her and luke’s shared room, suppressing a laugh when she found him fast asleep again.

from her suitcase, she grabbed a bathing suit—that she didn’t remember packing? she held up the pieces straight, trying to remember when she had bought it. she dug through her luggage some more, looking for the one she knew she packed but it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. she sat back on her heels, puzzled.

then it clicked. she had remembered her best friend from california—kaylee—peeking through her suitcase a few days before they had left for their trip. she let out a groan, making a mental note to scold her friend later.

she examined the fabric once again and placed it against her body.

this wasn’t going to cover anything.

“wow, that’s tiny.” she heard luke mumble from the bed and her eyes widened, face going red.

“go back to sleep, idiot.”

“i look like a prostitute.” aurora said nodding with her lips pressed into a thin line as she rested her phone on the bathroom counter. she was currently on facetime with kaylee, the one who had put her in this situation.

“no, you look hot. you have to let quinn see that you got hot.” kaylee said with a fat grin on her face as she watched her bestfriend adjust and pull at the fabric of the bikini in a failed attempt to get some more coverage.

“it was so awkward yesterday kaylee.” aurora whined and grabbed her phone to position her face in frame. “he barely talked to me, and the one time he did, it felt like he would’ve rather been anywhere else.”

“then don’t let it be awkward the fuck? just, be flirty or something.” kaylee spoke nonchalantly.

“yeah no, i think he still sees me as a kid.”

“so then show him that you’re a hot woman now, i’m really struggling to see the problem here rory. just flash him your tits or something.” aurora’s cheeks went red at her friends words. “oh my god, stop it.” she mumbled as the girl on the other side of the phone cackled.

“i gotta go now, we’re going on the lake in a bit.” she took one last look in the mirror before throwing on her t-shirt and shorts. “okay bye rory. but seriously just flash a ti—“ aurora hung up before she could finish the sentence.

she couldn’t help but think that maybe kaylee was right, not about needing to flash her boobs, but about trying to make quinn see that she wasn’t a kid anymore. maybe it wasn’t the fact that she still had a crush on him, but rather that she felt the need to prove herself. although yes, she did still have a little big crush on him.

she felt slight twinge of guilt as she thought, it was her brother’s wedding weekend and here she was plotting on his best man. it was wrong.

but that’s what made it kind of exciting.

aurora stepped out onto the patio, breathing in the summer air and taking in the view of lake. the view was stunning, the backyard almost fully set up with decorations for the wedding. to put it shortly, it felt magical. in the distance, she saw everyone, asides from the parents who were out golfing, settling onto the boat.

“hurry up slowpoke!” luke cupped his hands around his mouth, yelling out. aurora rolled her eyes, adjusted the strap of her tote bag which was chronically falling down, and headed towards the boat.

“good morning.” she smiled as she passed quinn who was carrying a cooler of drinks. she paused her stride to notice the veins that popped out of his arms, and wow the way his hands looked as he gripped the handle and—

“morning, rory.” he said with a soft smile and she felt her stomach drop like she was on a rollercoaster, did he notice her checking him out?

“did you sleep okay last night?” he didn’t look up as he stepped into the boat, setting the cooler down and then offering his hand out to help her in.

she felt like she was having whiplash, he was acting normal now? she took his hand and stepped in, “yeah it was great. lukey’s a snorer though.” she laughed and he nodded. she had to hide a frown as he let go of her hand.

“are you shit talking me right now?” luke walked over with his arms crossed, looking down at aurora through his sunglasses. “yeah, we’re shit talking you severely, i hate you so much.” she gave a sarcastic smile and scooted past him to greet melissa.

luke scoffed, “pft, she loves me. couldn’t keep her hands off me last night.” he said jokingly as he rested his hands on the back of his head, not noticing how quinn didn’t laugh, only pressing his lips into an awkward smile.

“oh gross, luke.” ashton smacked the top of his head, luke pouting as he fixed his cap.

“that was you who couldn’t keep your hands off!” aurora protested as melissa giggled beside her. she rolled her eyes then turned to fully face her soon to be sister in law. “so, are you starting to get nervous or anything?” aurora questioned and she shrugged.

“i don’t think i’m really that nervous,” she began, flipping her sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head. “am i nervous that it could rain or i could trip and fall walking? yeah of course, but I’ve never once felt nervous about marrying your brother, i actually can’t wait.” she blushed and aurora could feel her heart melting, she admired their relationship so much. it was something about they way they spoke about each other, like it was always meant to be.

“alright guys, we ready to go?” quinn asked and everyone cheered, excited to spend the day in the sun before the chaos of the wedding began.

“COWABUNGA!” jack launched himself off the edge of the boat, earning complaints from the group as he splashed water everywhere.

“idiot…” aurora chuckled as she stared down at her clothes which were now soaked, it was to be expected, they were having a lake day afterall.

she whipped her head at the sound of stomping coming towards her and melissa, to which she found her brother getting a running start to jump in, luke following not far behind.

“wow so much for curling my hair.” melissa joked, stepping out of her sundress and heading over to the side, letting ashton help her down.

“come on you two!” ashton exclaimed from the water, waiting on aurora and quinn.

aurora bit her lip, here goes nothing. she first took off her shorts, throwing them on top her her tote, then peeled off her shirt, revealing the bikini kaylee had planted. it was honestly a really nice bikini, the lack of coverage was where the problem lied.

from behind her, quinn could be seen with his jaw clenched, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he took in the sight. to most, his expression could be mistaken for annoyance or anger, but that wasn’t quite what was happening here.

she looked back over her shoulder, offering quinn a small smile as her cheeks turned a soft pink, “coming, quinn?”

her smile faltered when she noticed his expression. shit- was he mad? maybe he was mad that she was practically naked, after all they weren’t the only group out on the lake. there were other families boating and swimming around.

she snapped out of her thoughts when she heard jack whistle, “damn, looking good rory!” he cackled, before ashton splashed him in the face. “i’m serious you guys, that’s my baby sister, stop being fucking creeps.” he scoffed.

aurora jumped in and lingered under the water, wanting to hide the way her cheeks burned in embarrassment, not from jack’s comment, but rather at the fact that she had upset quinn.

for the rest of the day, they had spent their time swimming around, wakeboarding, munching on the delicious charcuterie board melissa had prepared, and playing some card games. it had been the perfect way for the soon to be married couple to relax before becoming fully preoccupied with their wedding, not forgetting to express their gratitude to quinn every chance they got.

they were now headed back to the house, in time to meet their parents for a nice dinner. aurora had her head rested on luke’s shoulder as she was being lulled to sleep from the soft rocking of the boat, as well as being exhausted from the day’s activities.

after a rather silent but calm ride, they had made it back to the dock, their parents being seen lounging on the patio enjoying a few drinks.

the group had gathered their things and headed towards the house, not noticing the way aurora stalled to gather her things as she watched quinn bustle around.

“you ready to go?” he asked, expression blank as he stood on the dock, reaching his hand out. the sight reminiscent of the interaction they had shared that morning.

she nodded, placing her hand in his, and it seemed to fit perfectly. she stepped over but didn’t notice the small puddle of water on the step and her eyes went wide as she slipped into him, for the second time in the past two days.

she gulped as they stood chest to chest, her hands rested on his shoulders as his own resting on her arms to stabilize her. she didn’t pull away, instead looking up at him with her mouth slightly agape in shock. her heart thumped in her chest and she was sure he could feel it as she gazed into his eyes, being met with that unrecognizable look she had seen yesterday.

he stared into her eyes, also at a loss for words. his eyes flickered down at the contact between them, the way her chest had been pressed onto him for longer than it should have. abruptly he let go of her arms, letting her stand on her own.

“quinn, i’m sorry-“

“you’re good.” he mumbled before grabbing his things and practically booking it away and back to the house.

she ran her hands through her hair. great, not only did she embarrass him in front of everyone with her bikini, but now she had fallen onto him a second time.

way to seduce him, aurora.

the soft breeze blowing through bedroom curtains was all that could be heard throughout the night, before it was abruptly interrupted by knocking on wood. quinn’s eyes slowly peeled open when he heard the noise at his door. he peeked over at his phone that rested on his bedside table.

2:17 am.

the knocking continued and he sighed, getting up from the warmth of his bed and shuffling over to open the door. assuming it was one of his brothers, he immediately let out a sharp “what do you want?”

but to his surprise, it was aurora standing on the other side of his door.

“‘m sorry.” she whispered softly and he shook his head “no, i thought you were jack or luke. what’s up?” he gazed down at her and his eyebrows furrowed. why the hell she still wearing her bikini?

“couldn’t sleep.” she stepped into his room, closing the door behind her, leaning back on it as she look up at him with hooded eyes. his eyes widened as he stood frozen, watching her begin to creep toward him like a cat getting ready to pounce on a mouse.

“can you help me sleep, quinny?” she whispered, rising onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.

his breath hitched when he felt her lips graze against his ear. “need you to help me, quinny.”

he felt chills run down his spine, what the fuck was happening? this was so wrong. he should have told her to back off, he shouldn’t have let her get that close, but god the way her cold fingers felt as she grazed them back down his shoulders, down to his chest, stomach, the waistband of his shorts—

“WAKE UP, QUINTIN! WE HAVE A LOT TO DO!” ashton’s voice boomed on the other side of his door as he shot up, hairline slightly drenched with sweat, breathing heavy as he looked around his room. he ran a hand over his face and groaned before peeking down at the tent in his shorts.

no fucking way.

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˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 29 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇marriage woo

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The morning sun bathed the palace in a golden glow, the halls bustling with servants preparing for the grand occasion. It was finally the day of Telemachus and Y/N’s wedding, and the prince’s room was a chaotic mess of clothes, half-finished food, and an anxious groom pacing back and forth. “Would you stop moving already?” Acrisios groaned, sitting on a nearby stool, lazily polishing the prince’s ceremonial sandals. “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor before you even make it to the altar.”

Telemachus shot him a glare, adjusting the hem of his intricate tunic for the fifth time. The deep royal blue fabric with golden embroidery symbolized his position as Ithaca’s prince and soon-to-be king, but it felt suffocating in the moment. “Do you even understand how nerve-wracking this is?!” Telemachus snapped, running a hand through his hair, which Acrisios had painstakingly styled. “This is the biggest day of my life! What if I trip? What if the people don’t approve? What if I—”

“What if you stop whining and let me do my job as your best man?” Acrisios interrupted with a smirk. He stood and shoved the sandals into Telemachus’s chest. “Put these on before you give me a headache.”

Telemachus huffed but obeyed, sitting down and sliding his feet into the sandals. “You’re not taking this seriously,” he grumbled. “It’s my wedding, Acrisios.”

“And you’re acting like it’s your funeral,” Acrisios shot back. “You’re marrying Y/N, not marching into war. You’ve been dreaming about this for months. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

Telemachus paused, his hands stilling on the straps of his sandals. A small, nervous smile tugged at his lips. “I am happy,” he admitted. “I love her. I just… I want everything to be perfect.”

Acrisios clapped a hand on his shoulder, leaning down slightly to meet his gaze. “You’re marrying y/n. To her, you’re already perfect, even if you somehow trip over your own feet walking down the aisle.”

Telemachus groaned, swatting his hand away. “You’re terrible at pep talks.”

“And yet, here I am, dealing with your royal tantrum,” Acrisios teased, stepping back to inspect him. “Now, stand up. Let me see how you look.”

Telemachus stood, awkwardly brushing at his tunic and trying to look regal. Acrisios tilted his head, pretending to scrutinize him with exaggerated seriousness. “Hmm… not bad. You almost look like a king.”

“Almost?” Telemachus raised an eyebrow.

“Well, let’s be honest, you’ll still look like a slob in her eyes,” Acrisios quipped with a grin. “But hey, at least you’ve got me here to make you look half-decent.”

Telemachus rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto his face. “Remind me again why I made you my best man?”

“Because no one else would put up with your whining,” Acrisios said, tossing him the ceremonial belt. “Now hurry up. You’ve got a wedding to survive, Your Highness.”

Telemachus finished fastening the belt, his nerves slowly being replaced with excitement. As he straightened his posture, a knock sounded at the door. A servant peeked in, bowing slightly. “Prince Telemachus, it’s time.”

Telemachus’s heart skipped a beat. He turned to Acrisios, who gave him a mock salute. “Go get her, stable boy.” With a deep breath, Telemachus nodded and stepped toward the door, his best man following close behind. Today, he wasn’t just a prince. He was a groom, a future king, and, most importantly, hers forever.

——

Y/N stood in her room, her fingers trembling as they traced the intricate floral embroidery on her white and gold wedding dress. The fabric clung delicately to her, cascading down like a waterfall of sunlight, and yet, the weight of the day seemed heavier than the gown itself. Her heart pounded as servants bustled around her, adjusting her veil and fastening her jewelry.

“Stop fidgeting,” Lethea’s soft, steady voice cut through the chaos, and she turned to see her best woman standing by the door, calm and collected as always. Lethea stepped closer. Even now, with just a few loose strands framing her face, she exuded poise and grace in her pale lavender gown. Her every movement was measured, like a hymn in motion, and her composure was a stark contrast to Y/N’s restless energy.

She let out a nervous laugh. “I can’t help it, Lethea. I feel like I’m about to walk into battle, not my wedding.”

Lethea raised an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly. “Y/n, you’ve faced Antinous in a full-blown argument, Telemachus’s sulking, and a whole house full of suitors trying to make you miserable. And you’re worried about walking down an aisle?”

She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “That’s different! What if I trip? Or what if Telemachus gets cold feet? Or—”

“—what if I calmly remind you that Telemachus is probably more of a nervous wreck than you are right now?” Lethea interjected smoothly, her tone light with amusement.

She peeked at her through her fingers. “You think so?”

Lethea smirked faintly, adjusting her veil with practiced ease. “I know so. Acrisios is probably dragging him to the altar kicking and screaming by now.”

At that, she couldn’t help but laugh, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Marrying a prince, becoming royalty—it all feels so… surreal.”

Lethea took a step back, her gaze thoughtful. “It’s more than just becoming royalty. It’s about building a life with someone you love. And you love Telemachus, don’t you?”

She nodded, her cheeks warming. “I do. He’s… everything to me.”

Lethea’s eyes softened as she handed y/n her bouquet of fresh lilies and violets. “Then that’s all that matters. The rest will fall into place.”

She held the bouquet close, her heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you, Lethea. You always know exactly what to say.”

“Someone has to keep you from spiraling,” Lethea teased, stepping to her side. “Now, let’s get you ready to face the crowd. And no more fidgeting. You’re a bride, not a scared little girl.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, but a genuine smile spread across her face. As she glanced at Lethea, she suddenly realized how serene and supportive her friend was, even in moments like these. “You know,” she said with a sly grin, “when are you going to get married? Maybe to a certain sailor who’s been mooning over you for months?”

Lethea’s poise cracked for just a second, her cheeks faintly pink as she cleared her throat. “This isn’t about me,” she said curtly, her voice betraying a flicker of embarrassment. “Focus on not tripping in front of Ithaca, y/n.”

Pandora took a deep breath, her nerves melting into a quiet confidence. With Lethea by her side, she felt ready to face anything—even the overwhelming emotions of her wedding day.

——

The grand hall of the palace was bathed in golden sunlight as it streamed through the high windows, illuminating the intricate carvings and tapestries that adorned the room. Ithaca’s most esteemed nobles and citizens were gathered, their murmurs of anticipation filling the air. At the center of it all, standing before a grand altar, was Telemachus. He fidgeted nervously, pulling at the collar of his royal tunic. Acrisios leaned over from his spot as best man, smirking. “You look like you’re going to faint.”

“Shut up,” Telemachus muttered under his breath, trying to appear composed as sweat beaded on his forehead.

“You’re about to be king, Telemachus. Try not to look like a scared boy,” Acrisios teased, though his tone carried a thread of genuine support.

The soft sound of a harp echoed through the hall, and the crowd’s chatter fell silent. All eyes turned to the entrance as Y/N stepped in, her arm gently linked with Penelope’s, who had insisted on walking her soon to be daughter-in-law down the aisle. She looked radiant. Her dress shimmered with every step, the golden embroidery catching the light. Her veil framed her face, but it couldn’t hide the nervous smile or the slight glimmer of tears in her eyes. She caught Telemachus’s gaze, and in that moment, her anxiety melted away.

Telemachus’s breath hitched as he watched her approach. Acrisios leaned closer and whispered, “Breathe, Telemachus. Don’t pass out before she gets here.”

“I’m fine,” Telemachus whispered back, his voice cracking slightly.

When she finally reached him, Penelope placed her hand over theirs, a soft smile gracing her lips. She whispered something to both of them, her voice too low for the audience to hear, before stepping back. The priest began the ceremony, his deep voice echoing through the hall. As he spoke of love, unity, and duty, her and Telemachus exchanged shy glances, their hands lightly trembling as they held onto one another.

When it came time for the vows, Telemachus cleared his throat, his voice steadier than he expected. “Y/N, from the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. You’ve been my anchor, my light, and my strength. I promise to honor you, protect you, and love you for all the days of my life.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she squeezed his hands. “Telemachus, you’ve shown me a love I didn’t think I deserved. You’ve stood by me, even when I couldn’t stand on my own. I promise to be your partner, your supporter, and your safe place, now and forever.”

The priest blessed their union, and the crowd erupted in cheers as Telemachus leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was sweet and gentle, but also filled with the promise of a future they were ready to face together. From the side, Acrisios clapped, grinning ear to ear, though he leaned over to Lethea and whispered, “Well, there goes my friend. Married and royal now. I’m never going to hear the end of it.”

Lethea rolled her eyes, hiding a faint smile behind her hand. “Try not to ruin the moment, Acrisios.”

As Telemachus and her turned to face the crowd, the palace erupted in celebration. Musicians began playing, flowers were tossed in the air, and the people of Ithaca cheered for their new king and queen.

Telemachus looked down at her, his heart full. “We did it. We’re actually married.”

She smiled up at him, her hand slipping into his. “We are.”

——

The moon hung high over the palace, casting a soft silver glow over the stone halls. The wedding feast was still alive with music and laughter, but y/n had slipped away, a small slice of the wedding cake balanced carefully on a golden plate. She navigated the quiet, shadowed corridors with ease, her bare feet soft against the cold stone floors. She carried a lantern, its gentle flicker lighting her way down to the dungeon.

The guards nodded to her as she approached, recognizing her at once. She gave them a polite smile before they stepped aside, allowing her entry. Her heart thudded quietly as she descended the spiral staircase, the air growing cooler and heavier with each step. When she reached Antinous’s cell, she saw her brother lounging lazily against the wall, his hands chained but his posture still defiant. At the sound of her footsteps, he looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing briefly before softening when he saw her.

“Well, well,” Antinous drawled, sitting up straighter. “The bride herself. What are you doing down here, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be upstairs, dancing and celebrating your big day?”

She ignored his teasing tone and stepped closer, pushing the plate through the bars. “I brought you some cake,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with guilt.

Antinous raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cake and then back at her. “Cake? How generous of my new king to spare me a slice,” he said sarcastically, but there was a hint of appreciation in his voice as he reached for it. “You’re lucky I’m starving.”

She leaned her forehead against the cool iron bars, watching him carefully. “I always imagined you’d be there,” she said softly, her voice trembling just enough to betray her emotions. “That you’d walk me down the aisle. That you’d… give me away.”

Antinous froze mid-bite, the fork hovering in the air. His sharp, piercing eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, his usual smirk faded. “Y/n…” he began, his voice unusually soft, but he didn’t finish the thought. Instead, he sighed, setting the plate down beside him.

“I know it’s ridiculous,” she continued, her voice thick with emotion. “But I used to picture it all the time when we were younger. You in something ridiculous and formal, grumbling about how much you hated it but still standing there because you’re my brother.” She laughed weakly, wiping at her eyes. “And now, I’m married, and you’re… here.”

Antinous looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he leaned back against the wall, his usual sarcasm returning like a shield. “Well, we can still make it happen. I’ll get a nice set of chains polished up, and you can parade me down the aisle next time. Very regal.”

She gave him a sharp glare, though it was half-hearted. “Don’t joke about this,” she said, her voice breaking. “It’s not fair, Antinous. You’re my brother. You’re supposed to be there for me.”

His smirk faltered again, and he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his dark hair. “Y/N,” he said quietly, “I’ve done a lot of things—most of them bad. I don’t deserve to stand beside you on your big day. Hell, I don’t deserve that cake you just gave me.” He gestured toward the slice. “But… I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve that. Even if it’s with Telemachus.” He rolled his eyes slightly at the last part but softened when he saw her tear streaked face.

“I don’t care about what you’ve done,” she whispered fiercely, gripping the bars. “You’re still my brother. You’re all I have left of our family. Don’t you get that?”

Antinous stared at her for a moment, the vulnerability in her voice breaking through his defenses. He reached out, his fingers brushing hers through the bars. “You’re stronger than you think, N/N,” he said softly. “You don’t need me.”

“That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ll always need you. No matter what happens.”

For a moment, the two of them just stood there, the silence heavy but comforting. Finally, Antinous smirked again, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Go back to your husband before he starts a search party. Telemachus doesn’t seem the type to handle being abandoned well, given the whole daddy situation.

She let out a small laugh, wiping her eyes again. “You’re probably right.” She stepped back, her hand lingering on the bars for a moment before she turned to leave. As she walked back up the stairs, her heart felt heavier than ever, torn between the life she was starting and the brother she couldn’t leave behind. She lingered by the iron bars for a moment longer, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips despite the heaviness in her heart. She turned back to face Antinous, who was still sitting on the cold stone floor, absentmindedly poking at the slice of cake she’d brought him.

“You know,” she said, crossing her arms and tilting her head at him, “you could at least try to look a little happier about all this. After all, Telemachus is your brother-in-law now.”

Antinous froze mid bite, his fork hovering in the air. Slowly, he set it down, looking up at her with a glare sharp enough to cut through stone. “Don’t. Even. Start.”

Pandora grinned, her teasing gaining momentum. “Oh, but it’s true! You’re stuck with him now, Antinous. Family dinners are going to be so much fun. Just imagine, the two of you bonding over shared memories, bickering like proper brothers—”

“Y/N,” Antinous interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, “if you don’t stop, I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Climb out of the dungeon?” she shot back, her grin widening. “Face it, big brother. Telemachus is officially part of the family. I can already picture the holidays. You, sulking in the corner while Telemachus tells that story about the time you got punched in the face by a cow—”

“That cow came out of nowhere!” Antinous snapped, his cheeks flushing as he scowled at her. “And if you think for one second that I’m going to play nice with him, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, leaning closer to the bars. “You already did when you didn’t kill him the moment he walked into the palace. That’s practically a declaration of brotherly love!”

Antinous groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you so much right now. don’t get your hopes up, y/n. Just because I let him live doesn’t mean I’m going to start liking the guy. Especially not after he’s made my life hell just by existing.” Antinous looked at her for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Runs in the family,” she said with a wink. She took a step back, her smile fading into something softer. “I’ll see you soon, Antinous.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, waving her off. But as she turned and walked back up the stairs, he watched her go with a faint, lingering smirk, muttering under his breath, “Brother-in-law. Gods help me.”

——

She pushed open the door to Telemachus’s room quietly, hoping to slip in unnoticed. She froze when she saw him pacing back and forth, his wedding robe slightly undone, his brow furrowed in frustration. The moment the door creaked, his head snapped up, and his worried expression quickly turned into anger.

“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice sharp. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

She hesitated, fidgeting with the folds of her gown. “I was… around,” she said evasively, trying to sidestep him, but Telemachus blocked her path.

“Don’t,” he said sternly, his jaw tightening. “Don’t give me that. You disappeared during our wedding, y/n. Tell me where you went.”

She sighed, crossing her arms and meeting his gaze defiantly. “I went to see Antinous.”

The room fell silent. Telemachus stared at her as if she’d just confessed to betraying him to the suitors. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and his voice dropped, dangerously quiet. “You left our wedding… to go visit him? Y/n, tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking,” she said, standing her ground. “He’s my brother, Telemachus. I couldn’t just leave him down there without checking on him.”

Telemachus’s face twisted with fury, and he let out a harsh laugh. “Your brother? The same man who wanted me dead? The same man who conspired with the suitors to kill me and take my mother as his wife? That’s who you left our wedding to go see?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know why I went!” She snapped, her own temper flaring. “He’s still my blood, Telemachus. He’s all I have left from my family, and I can’t just abandon him, no matter what he’s done.”

“All you have left?” Telemachus repeated bitterly, taking a step closer to her. “What about me, y/n? What about us? Am I not enough for you?”

“That’s not what I meant,” she said, her voice softening slightly, but Telemachus wasn’t done.

“You’ve defended him every step of the way, even after everything he did to me, to my family,” he spat. “And now, on the day we’re supposed to start our lives together, you chose him over me.”

“I didn’t choose him over you!” She shot back. “I just wanted to make sure he was okay! He’s locked in a dungeon, Telemachus—”

“Where he belongs!” Telemachus roared, his voice echoing off the walls. He took a step back, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself. “Gods, y/n. I’ve put up with so much for you. I’ve bitten my tongue, tried to accept him, even when every fiber of my being hates him. And this… this feels like a slap in the face.”

Her anger faltered, guilt creeping into her expression. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she said quietly. “I just… I can’t stop caring about him, no matter what he’s done. He’s my brother, Telemachus. I can’t turn that off.”

Telemachus let out a heavy sigh, turning away from her and leaning against the wall. “We get that he’s your fucking brother, just…just leave me alone for now y/n.”

——

The wedding feast was in full swing, laughter and chatter filling the grand hall as guests toasted to the newlyweds. Musicians played lively tunes, and servants rushed about with trays of wine and platters of food. But at the head of the table, Telemachus sat stiffly, his jaw tight as he pushed the food around on his plate. Beside him, y/n fidgeted, her gaze avoiding his. Their odd behavior didn’t go unnoticed. Acrisios, standing off to the side with a goblet of wine, watched them with raised eyebrows. He muttered to himself, “Newlyweds, huh? They look like they’re plotting each other’s murder.” After another moment of observation, he sighed, setting his drink down and making his way over to Telemachus.

“Alright, out with it,” Acrisios said, leaning casually against the table next to Telemachus. “You’ve been sitting here looking like someone spat in your wine. What’s wrong?”

Telemachus glanced at Acrisios, his scowl deepening. “Nothing,” he grumbled, clearly lying.

“Uh-huh,” Acrisios said, unconvinced. He nodded toward y/n, who was picking at her food with the same level of enthusiasm. “So nothing just happens to involve the fact that you and your lovely bride haven’t exchanged two words since the ceremony?”

Telemachus groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can you not?” he muttered.

“Oh, I can not,” Acrisios said with a smirk. “But I’m going to anyway. What’s going on? Did she step on your foot during the first dance? Did you spill wine on her dress? What?”

Telemachus glared at him but then let out a heavy sigh. “She went to see Antinous during the wedding,” he muttered under his breath.

Acrisios froze for a second, then let out a loud, incredulous laugh. “You’re kidding me!” he said, clutching his stomach. “She left her own wedding to visit the guy who tried to kill you? That’s… wow, that’s rich.”

“Shut up,” Telemachus hissed, his face reddening as a few nearby guests glanced their way.

Acrisios ignored him, still chuckling. “Gods, Telemachus, no wonder you’re sulking. I’d be pissed too. But hey, at least she came back, right? That’s gotta count for something.”

“She shouldn’t have gone in the first place,” Telemachus snapped, his voice low but sharp. “It’s like she doesn’t even realize how much he hates me.”

“Or how much you hate him,” Acrisios pointed out with a grin. “Which, let’s be honest, is kind of impressive. I didn’t think you had it in you to hold a grudge this long.”

Telemachus shot him a dark look. “Not the time, Acrisios.”

“Alright, alright,” Acrisios said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Look, I get it. You’re mad. But maybe you should just talk to her instead of sitting here glaring at your plate. You know, like an adult?”

Telemachus grumbled something unintelligible but didn’t respond. Acrisios sighed, patting him on the shoulder. “Good luck, buddy. You’re gonna need it. And hey, if you need me, I’ll be over there trying not to embarrass myself in front of Lethea.”

——

The feast was winding down, the wine flowing freely as the guests celebrated well into the night. Telemachus had slipped away from the hall, his frustration boiling over. He stood outside on the terrace, gripping the stone railing tightly as he stared out at the moonlit ocean. His jaw was clenched, his breathing uneven. He’d thought this day would be perfect, a new start with Pandora, but her decision to sneak away during the wedding to see Antinous had left him furious.

“Brooding doesn’t suit you, my boy,” a gruff voice said behind him.

Telemachus turned to see his father, Odysseus, approaching with a goblet in hand. The older man studied his son for a moment before leaning against the railing beside him. “Let me guess,” Odysseus said, his tone dry. “It’s about your wife.”

Telemachus sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. “She went to see him, Father. During our wedding. She left to visit Antinous, and I— I can’t understand why she’d do that.”

Odysseus’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening around his goblet. “Antinous,” he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. “That snake. I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.”

“I know,” Telemachus muttered. “But she begged me to spare him, and… I couldn’t say no to her.”

Odysseus snorted, shaking his head. “That girl has a soft spot for the wrong people. First her brother, and now…” He trailed off, his lips pressing into a thin line. “She’s a fool if she doesn’t see how dangerous he is.”

Telemachus looked down at his hands, his frustration giving way to doubt. “Do you think I made a mistake, Father? Marrying her?”

Odysseus was quiet for a moment, then placed a firm hand on Telemachus’s shoulder. “No,” he said gruffly. “You love her, don’t you?”

Telemachus nodded. “More than anything.”

“Then you didn’t make a mistake,” Odysseus said firmly. “But that doesn’t mean you have to put up with her running off to see that bastard. She needs to understand where her loyalties lie now. She’s your wife. Her place is with you.” As if summoned by their conversation, y/n appeared at the edge of the terrace, her expression hesitant. She had shed her wedding veil, her hair cascading freely over her shoulders. She looked between father and son, her gaze lingering on Telemachus.

“I was looking for you,” she said softly, stepping closer.

Odysseus turned to face her fully, his eyes cold. “And why aren’t you with your husband?” he demanded, his tone sharp. “Or have you already had your fill of running off to see that snake of a brother of yours?”

She flinched at his words, her eyes widening. “I— I just wanted to—”

“You just wanted to what?” Odysseus cut in, his voice rising. “Do you have any idea how much shame you’ve brought to him today? To this family? My son deserves better than a wife who abandons him on their wedding day to visit the man who’s tried to kill him!”

“Father,” Telemachus said sharply, stepping between them. “That’s enough.”

Odysseus’s eyes flicked to his son, his expression softening slightly. “You’re too kind to her, Telemachus,” he muttered. “But fine. She’s your problem now.” He turned back to her, his gaze hard. “Remember this, you’re part of this family now. Act like it.”

With that, he brushed past her, leaving her alone with Telemachus. She wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I just… I couldn’t help myself. I had to see him.”

Telemachus sighed, his anger deflating as he pulled her into his arms. “Y/n, I get that you love him. He’s your brother, and you care about him. But you have to understand how it looks. How it feels. It’s our wedding day. Our day. And you left me.”

“I know,” she said, her voice cracking. “I know, and I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, Telemachus. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head, holding her tightly. “You’d better not,” he murmured, his voice soft but firm. “Because I won’t forgive you so easily next time.”

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[jinxlovebot]

"shh..they'll hear you!" - modern au!jinx x fem!reader smut

ᰔᩚ: public sex, fingering, reader receiving, voyeurism, dom!jinx, nearly getting caught, men dni!...

it was finally spooky movie night season! with october rolling in, and halloween a few weeks away you and your friends, since you were young, always binged watched spooky movies every Saturday until Halloween night. it was finally the first Saturday of October and movie night was being held in yours and jinx' house. you were so excited!, you adored halloween and went all out for it. you had halloween themed sweets, bowls, banners upon the door frames and even halloween blankets and cushion covers!. jinx thought it was adorable, how obsessed you were with halloween so she sneakily suggested movie night to be held in your guy's house.

fast forward to when everyone arrives, viktor, jayce, mel, vi, caitlyn and sevika bring various snacks and drinks to have for the movie. they all settle into their places, viktor and jayce on the arm chair, mel and sevika on the two seater couch, vi and caitlyn on the floor, and you and jinx on the L-shaped couch further back than the rest. you rathered that because not everyone will see what you two are doing especially if you get scared. you and jinx were fixing the last of the snacks into different bowls in the kitchen, "what movie are we watching tonight?" jinx asks her mouth full of smarties, you giggle, "terrifier!". jinx loved the terrifier franchise, you both make your way to the couch placing the bowls on the glass coffee table. you hand everyone a halloween blanket and get comfortable. you and jinx' legs tangled together underneath the fluffy blanket, jinx rests her head on yours and takes your hand.

halfway through the movie, jinx was getting bored. she watched this franchise copious amount of times (because of sienna duh!) and knew the ins and outs of what happens. you did aswell but still had your eyes fixed on the screen waiting for whats next. jinx smirked looking at you, the bloody scene on the TV making your skin glow red, knowing you were distracted jinx runs her fingernails up and down your thigh sending shivers all over your body. you turn to smile at her and advert your gaze back to the tv. jinx runs her fingertips from your thigh to the waistband of your orange and black striped pyjama shorts. gaze still fixed on the movie, you side eye jinx and raise your eye brow. she puts her cold hands under your shorts resting them on your lower stomach. you look at the others in the room, all cuddled up to one another not even paying attention to anything else other than the movie. you and jinx basically being behind everyone, you think to yourself, 'why not?' and turn to kiss jinx. one kiss turns into a heated makeout session, your heart beating with a fear of being caught you pull back. "lay between my legs and face the tv.. trust me" jinx whispers into your ear, you quietly switch positions as she asked. calmly down slightly when you see no one noticed.

jinx wastes no time and slides her hand underneath both your shorts and panties and feels your slick in between your folds. "you like this hm? knowing we could get caught any moment?" jinx coos into your ear, she uses your slick as lube and inserts a finger into your hole. whimpering, you press your lips together and look to see if anyone saw. mel reached to grab a bowl for sevika, and you tryed to look as normal as possible, mel lokked your way and saw your blown out expression, "are you scared?" mel giggled, you shook your head "nah!.. just on edge!" she smiled at you and turned back to the tv. you turn your head to the side to whisper to jinx, "we nearly got-" jinx slams your hand to your mouth and she puts two fingers inside you moving at a fast enough pace. your eyes widening with pleasure jinx removes her hand from your mouth and intertwines it with yours. "shhh..they'll hear you!" jinx says, her fingers working at a rhythmic pace, her thumb now attatching to your clit rubbing circles making you see stars. the movie now a blur in your mind, all you can focus on is jinx' long fingers.

"cum for me, toots." she whispers, your core snaps and you cum on jinx' fingers. "good girl." she brings her cum coated fingers to her mouth sucking them clean before kissing you. she fixes your shorts and underwear and hugs you close, you sink into her touch sleepy from the actions before. jinx brings her mouth to your ear, her warm breath on your skin "we're not finished baby.". you were in for a long ride.

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i miss halloween so much so i had to write this! i actually lowkey wish i had friends to do a spooky movie night with 🥲, anyways enjoy!

[plumeria1]

A moment of peace

Masterlist

Note : I wrote this all at once and couldn't wait to publish it.

Pairing : Vi x Fem Reader

Warning : None

Content : Fluff

Summary : A soft moment after a long day

The day had seemed endless for Vi, and all she wanted was to come home and snuggle in your arms while watching a movie.

She had been disappointed not to find you when she got home, but she took advantage of your absence to take a nice shower and relax.

She was so tired that after drying herself, she didn’t bother to change and just collapsed like a sack of potatoes onto your bed, eventually falling asleep.

Upon your return, after spending the day with a friend, you were eager to see your girlfriend again. You were greeted by the silence of the apartment, but you guessed that Vi was already home since her shoes were near the door.

Upon opening the bedroom door, you understood why there was no noise. Vi was lying on her stomach, sprawled on the blankets, deeply asleep.

You smiled, realizing she must have had a long day. Seeing her like this made your heart melt; she looked so peaceful when she slept, and you found her adorable.

Seeing her in that position softened you; she looked so vulnerable. It was rare to see her in that state, but you knew you had to wake her up because otherwise, she wouldn’t sleep through the night, and the next day would be worse.

You climbed onto the bed and settled yourself astride Vi’s hips, without putting your weight on her to avoid hurting her, and ran your hands along her bare back.

She was pulled from her sleep by your caresses, as soft as feathers, then let out a small moan as she lifted her head.

-Shh, it’s just me.

There was curiosity, but mostly fatigue in her voice when she asked you what you were doing. You took the opportunity to lean toward her and kiss her gently; she felt your breasts press lightly against her back, which made her smile.

-You look like you’ve had a bad day, so I’m helping you relax.

Vi tried to turn around, but you prevented her by gently pressing your hands on her shoulders. Resigned, she let herself go to your caresses, and after a few minutes, your hands left her back, only to be replaced by the tips of your fingers tracing the tattoo that covered her back.

-It tickles.

You could hear the smile in her voice, but it didn’t make you stop.

This tattoo had always fascinated you. You’d never really taken the time to examine it in detail, but you couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. Vi had told you that she got it in prison, but she had never elaborated on the subject, and you hadn’t sought to know more.

When you finally withdrew your hands, you let out a cry of surprise when you found yourself with your back against the blanket, then burst out laughing. Vi had taken you by surprise by switching places with incredible ease.

She calmed your laughter by kissing you tenderly. You placed your hands behind her neck to deepen the kiss, but she decided to rest her head on your shoulder.

-I missed you.

-Did your day go badly?

-No, it was just long.

You stroked her hair while she ran her fingers along your arm. Vi didn’t often show herself like this; you were one of the few people who could see her like that, and fortunately, you also knew what to do in this situation.

-Here’s my plan for tonight: we’ll have food delivered, watch a movie, and spend the rest of the evening cuddling in bed. What do you think?

-I think it’s a very good plan, but I prefer that we start with cuddles.

You knew she probably said that because she simply didn’t want to get up, but you didn’t mind at all. On the contrary, even if you weren’t doing anything, you loved staying in bed with Vi for hours.

Once the evening plan was set, you stayed in bed for another hour until your stomachs brought you back to reality. Vi grabbed some clothes and went to the living room to choose a movie while you took care of ordering the food.

You spent the rest of the evening watching movies and eventually went to bed, satisfied and tired. Once in bed, Vi took you in her arms, and feeling sleep come, you rested your head on her shoulder, falling asleep after a few minutes. Before you fell completely asleep, you heard Vi’s voice.

-I love you.

[precupid]

like a fool ─── (sixteen.)

HEESEUNG DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL.

He texted you and asked you to come to his room, but he hasn’t gotten a reply yet and SZA is still blasting from your room—

Until he hears the all-too-familiar scream, crash, and sigh. Two seconds later, there’s a knock at his door.

The first thing he notices when he opens the door is that you smell nice. Like jasmine scented body wash. He won’t ever admit to it, but yes, he did look at what body wash you used in the shower because you smell so nice. And right now, that really nice scent is wafting into his room, and you look so pretty with your freshly dried hair, and you’re so—

“Heeseung? Earth to Heeseung?” you giggle, waving a hand in his face.

Right. You were here because Heeseung needed to ask you something. He opens the door and lets you step inside, your fragrance casting a spell on him.

He watches as you take a seat on his gaming chair. There’s a pitter patter in his chest as you take his headset and put it over your ears. You look back at him with a big smile, fingers positioned over his keyboard as if you were playing a game. “I’m you!”

Heeseung bites back a smile and nods, still content watching you play with the things around his desk. He doesn’t notice your eyes going wide at the pair of glasses that sit on top of his math textbook. You carefully take off the headset and replace it with the pair of glasses you found, turning back to him.

At first, Heeseung doesn’t notice your change in appearance, instead is hyperaware of himself and the way his heart is drumming in the cavity of his chest. It’s only when you take a seat in front of him that his heart goes into overdrive, the tips of his ears crimson and hot.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles, unaware that the words actually left his mouth.

“Do I look bad?” you ask, with a tilt of your head. Your eyes are so big and with your pouted lips, Heeseung can’t concentrate on what you just asked him.

He stammers, “N-no! You look really cute, actually.”

Your smile replaces the pout, which causes Heeseung’s heart melting into a pile of goo. His eyes travel your face, the way his glasses sit perfectly on top of your cheekbones and rest perfectly above the tip of your nose.

“Thanks,” you say. Over time, you’ve grown to be more comfortable with Heeseung, so you’re not as flustered around him anymore. There’s a part of him that kind of misses it, and a part of him that’s grateful you’ve become more secure with him. His eyes travel down to where you’re absentmindedly playing with your fingers. You’re not that comfortable yet. “I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Um, yeah. I do. My eyesight is shit,” Heeseung replies. He doesn’t wanna take his eyes off you, as if you’d remove the glasses from your face and he’d miss the way you look.

“I can tell,” you laugh. Your hand covers your mouth and Heeseung has to resist the urge to move your hand so he can see you smile. At this point, he’s almost fully forgotten why you’re here. “So, what’s up?”

Heeseung blanks. Now, he’s totally fully forgotten why he called you into his room. He was too entranced by the way you look in his glasses. He’s almost wondering what you would look like in his shirt now.

“Ah. Um. Right, let me-let me check my phone,” he scrambles, reaching for the device off his side table. With a quick swipe through his messages, he nods and looks at you again. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out with me.”

“Me? Me? Hang out with you? Heeseung Evan Lee? Bo—uhh, yes! Of course!” you stammer. Heeseung almost wonders what you were going to say before you caught yourself, but you look so gleeful answering his question. “What are we gonna do?”

“We’re going to go to Costco!” Heeseung exclaims. His eyes never leave your face, so he watches as your smile falters a bit. There’s panic setting into his system, as he tries to regain momentum. “Um, I wanted to get samples with you and I thought it would be really cute and I wanted to get to know what your taste in food is and—“

There’s a loud smacking noise that echoes in his room as you slap your hand over your mouth in shock and gasp loudly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes! When are we going?”

“We can go right now, if you want!” Heeseung exclaims. His smile mirrors yours as he watches you jump up from his bed, rushing towards your bedroom. “Take your time!”

All he can do is laugh when Britney Spears begins to play from your speaker. He doesn’t realize you’re still wearing his glasses.

(fifteen.) / masterlist / (seventeen.)

summary. who cares if you’re desperate? who cares if you’re pathetic? who cares if you’re a loser? pay them haters no mind, because your roommate, lee heeseung, is gonna fall for you one day! fortunately for you, that day may be sooner than later.

taglist. @heesexual74 @tynlvr @wildtigerlili @pshfan0812 @aewon @heelovesmeknot @nicoleparadas @celli-ohs @beijinkaoya @tkooooop @enhypenlovre @rairaiblog @hexnoia @sucrosxi @heeheesang @mariwasneverthere @mwahvvis @starry-eyed-bimbo @leehsngs @firstclassjaylee @ningningiloveumarryme @danielleism @httpenhoon @strayy-kidz @bbsantc @immelissaaa @simjaeyunies

[unriding]

“oh to be tied up by moze with a pink ribbon..” you say?

[gracie-eilish]

lucky girl🍀☁️🌙💤

an: i’ve got major baby fever rn😭 so expect a few more like this mixed in over the next few weeks😭😂

The house was quiet, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on my nightstand. Billie lay peacefully beside me, her arm draped loosely over my waist, her breathing slow and even. She looked like an angel when she slept, her features completely relaxed, her lips slightly parted. I envied how easily sleep came to her.

For me, it was another story. I shifted carefully under her arm, trying not to wake her, but no matter how I turned, I couldn’t get comfortable. My body still ached from pregnancy, the soreness from giving birth lingering despite my efforts to rest. Every position felt wrong—my hips felt stiff, my back was sore, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me without granting the relief of actual sleep.

The baby’s soft cries crackled through the monitor, and instead of dreading it, I felt a sense of relief. Finally, an excuse to get out of bed. Carefully, I lifted Billie’s arm, sliding out from under her without waking her. She stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, but stayed fast asleep.

The hallway was dimly lit by the faint glow of the nightlight Billie had insisted we plug in for late-night feeds. As I entered the nursery, the sight of my baby girl immediately brought a soft smile to my face. She was squirming in her crib.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I whispered, my voice soft as I leaned down to pick her up. Her cries quieted the moment she was in my arms, her little body relaxing against me. “You hungry, baby girl?” I murmured, gently cradling her as I settled into the rocking chair.

She latched on quickly, her tiny hands grasping at me as she fed. I watched her in awe, still amazed by her every little movement, every expression. She was so small, so perfect. The way her lashes rested against her cheeks, her tiny nose, the soft rise and fall of her chest—it was overwhelming to think that Billie and I had created something so beautiful.

When she finished, her eyes fluttered shut almost instantly, her tiny body going limp in my arms. “Lucky girl,” I murmured, brushing a thumb gently over her cheek. I didn’t feel ready to put her back in her crib just yet. Instead, I leaned back in the rocking chair, adjusting her so she was snuggled against my chest.

The chair creaked softly as I rocked us back and forth, the rhythmic motion soothing. My eyes traced the details of her tiny features, and before I knew it, I was whispering to her again. “You know,” I started, my voice quiet, “your mama and I used to sit in this chair while you were still in my belly. We’d talk about what you’d be like. What color your eyes would be, who you’d take after. We couldn’t wait to meet you.”

I paused, smiling down at her sleeping face. “And now you’re here. And you’re everything we ever dreamed of, baby girl. You’re so loved. I hope you know that.”

The sound of the door creaking open interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up to see Billie standing in the doorway. Her hair was slightly messy, and she was wearing one of her oversized shirts paired with the sweats she’d thrown on before bed. Even half-asleep, she was beautiful.

“Why are you still up, baby?” she asked, her voice raspy from sleep. She stepped into the room, her blue eyes soft as they landed on me and our daughter.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted with a small shrug. “She woke up a little bit ago, so I fed her, and then I just… stayed. I thought maybe rocking her would make me sleepy, but…” I trailed off with a soft laugh. “No luck so far.”

Billie crossed the room, crouching slightly to press a kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been up for too long,” she murmured, softly bumping my side with her hip. “Scooch.”

I shifted in the chair to make room, and Billie slid in beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and resting her other hand lightly on the baby’s back. She leaned her head against mine, pressing another kiss to my temple. “You’re hogging all the snuggles,” she teased softly, her voice warm and affectionate.

“She’s perfect,” I whispered, my eyes fixed on our baby.

“She is,” Billie agreed, her thumb tracing gentle circles on my arm. After a moment, she tilted her head slightly to press a kiss to my cheek, then another to my neck. “And so are you.”

I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t feel very perfect right now.”

Billie frowned, pulling back just enough to look at me. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice firm but full of love. “None of that. You just grew a whole human, baby. You’re amazing. You’re the strongest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and I hope you know that.”

Her words brought a lump to my throat, and I turned my head to press a kiss to her lips. “I love you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

“I love you more,” she murmured, her hand moving to gently rub my back.

“Billie?”

“Yes my love?”

“Can we have another one?” You asked sheepishly, looking at Billie with your best puppy eyes, making her giggle softly, kissing your cheek.

“Let’s let this one get a little older and then sure baby. Whatever you want mama.”

For a while, we rocked together in silence, Billie occasionally pressing soft kisses to my hair or my shoulder. Her fingers trailed soothing patterns on my arm, and I leaned into her touch, feeling the tension in my body start to ease. The warmth of her presence, the sound of her steady breathing, and the soft creak of the rocking chair created a little bubble of peace.

Eventually, I let out a yawn, my eyelids growing heavy. Billie noticed immediately, her hand brushing over my arm. “Come on, let me take her,” she whispered, carefully taking the baby from my arms. She placed a gentle kiss on her tiny forehead before laying her back down in her crib.

When Billie turned, she took my hand, guiding me back to our bedroom. She pulled back the blankets and tucked me in, smoothing her hand over my hair. “Do you need anything?” she asked, her voice soft.

I shook my head, smiling up at her. “Just you.”

Her lips curved into a warm smile as she climbed into bed beside me. She pulled me into her arms, one hand slipping under my shirt to lightly scratch my back, while the other rubbed soothing circles on my arm.

“I’ve got her next time she wakes up,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

But I was already drifting off, a soft smile on my lips as I snuggled closer to her warmth. Billie chuckled quietly, her arms tightening around me. “I love you, my perfect girl,” she murmured, kissing the top of my head.

This time, sleep came easily, wrapped up in her arms, her love cocooning me as I finally let go of the restlessness and let myself relax.

🍀☁️🌙💤

[mj0702]

Just one Night

“How this happen again?” Lucy asked her girlfriend pinching the bridge of her nose hearing you squeal in delight

“You were a pushover again” Keira provided watching how you reached out from your position under Millies arms trying to catch Jills shirt

“But HOW did we end up hosting end of the season dinner at our HOUSE?!” your sister asked bewildered now watching how Millie chased Jill around the dining table you safely tucked under the defenders arm

“Again... you were a pushover” her girlfriend said flatly considering if she should step in putting a stop to the mischief that was currently happening in her dining room

“I didn't mean too...” Lucy groaned “... she sprung that one on me”

“You really want me to believe a THREE YEAR OLD sprung something on you?” Keira asked her eyebrow raised

“Yes....” your sister sighed

“I left you two alone for 15 Minutes...” her girlfriend said as a matter of fact

“It wasn't me fault” Lucy defended herself

“Then what happened...???” Keiras voice desperate

“Last Training before summer break... check” Rachel panted happily flopping down onto the pitch near you which you immediately took as an invitation to shuffle over to the blonde flopping down next to her

“End of Torture Team dinner at mines today...” Fara announced making the squad cheer

“Nooooo” you screeched sitting back up looking horrified

“What you mean no??” Fara looked down at you confused

“No no... no is yous” you exclaimed

“I promised I cleaned before leaving for camp” the midfielder said knowing you always had a go at Jordan for being messy

“No no no noooo” you started to wail making Lucy alert who looked over seeing you distressed

“What's wrong Bubs?” your sister said crouching down next to you while you immediately climbed into her arms

“Fawa no no” you sniffed dramatically

“What did you do to make me baby sister cry Williams?” Lucy stood back up you in her arms throwing her teammate a dirty look

“I just announced team dinner at my place” the 33-year-old said bewildered

“Ah...” your sister said knowingly

“What you mean “ah”...” Fara imitated your sister being lost

“She knows she not allowed to team dinners...” Lucy said letting Millie pluck you out of her arms making you lose interest at the conversation instead of getting all hyped up again when Millie sat you on her shoulders running after Leah and Beth with you trying to catch them

“By all means... bring her....” Fara shrugged her shoulders

“It's too late for her....” your sister said watching how you laughed in joy from your place on Millies shoulders

“We can start early.... she's part of the team too” the older player smiled slightly

“You really want to start team dinner at 6 and be in bed by 8?” Lucy raised her eyebrow

“Ehrm... no” Fara shook her head a lost grin on her lips

“Thought so...” your sister snorted

“Oy Bronze...” Leah yelled across the pitch where she stood next to Millie and you “... team dinners at yours or at Faras?”

“Faras... why at mine??” Lucy yelled back confused

“Poppy just said...” the blonde pointed at you you spotting a toothy grin

“No no no no...” your sister shook her head quickly

“Dinners at Bronzes....” Fara now yelled laughingly and you threw your arms up like you just scored a World Cup winner

“Come on guys...” Lucy groaned “... we literally just moved in... we didn't even had the time to unpack everything”

“Dwinne as Wucy house” you copied Fara happily

“Dinner at what house??” Keira asked shocked just coming back from a meeting with Phil

“Ours” your sister mumbled under her breath

“Come again??” the blondes eyes wide

“Apparently we host Team dinner tonight...” Lucy scratched the back of her neck embarrassed

“Excuse me??” Keira asked flabbergasted

“You see.., it was at Faras... but... Bubs... moved it... to our place” your sister grinned carefully at her girlfriend

“A three year old moved it...” the blonde repeated dumbfounded

“Yes...” Lucy nodded

“I'm at loss for words....” Keira shook her head before she threating pointed at Lucy “.... YOU will put her down for lunchtime nap and YOU will cook...”

“I will... I promise” your sister exhaled deeply

“Come on Bubs... time for a nap” Lucy said as she lifted you out of your highchair “... after we get this tomato sauce out of your face... and hair...”

“Noooo...” you whined pressing your tomato sauce covered hands against Lucys cheek

“Yes... you look like a little piglet” your sister said as she carried you down the hallway towards the bathroom

“No naps” you whined louder “I is no tiwed”

“Of course you aren't” Lucy snorted sitting you down on the counter snatching your crocodile washcloth from the hook holding it under the warm water starting to clean your face “... YOU invited everyone over for dinner... so you need to be awake to greet everyone”

“I is wake” you protested trying to get away from the offending piece of fabric

“Your head just nearly fell into the plate” your sister stated holding your hands out of the way

“No” you huffed but accepting Lucy cleaning your face

“Yes... come on... an hour recharging like usual and if your good now I'll let you stay up longer tonight” Lucy said pulling your t-shirt over your head looking around for your pjs top

“But I is no tiwed” you whined again

“I know...” your sister said distracted “... okay no pjs around... wanna sleep in a jersey?”

“Noooooooo” you nearly cried “I no weep”

“Come on Bubs” Lucy ignored your outbreak lifting you back up carrying you into your room but not putting you down immediately instead pulling down the blinds darkening the room “How about we just lay down a little bit together and just relax oaky?”

“No” you sniffled your head laying on your sisters shoulder

“Yes...” your sister just said now laying down with you on top of her fishing for your nightlight “... we'll just recover together... you know how important recovery is”

“Yes...” you mumbled against her shirt “... vewy imsortant”

“It's still a mystery to me how you sometimes speak a “s” and sometimes it's something else...” Lucy mumbled adjusting her hold on you

“Yous sometings else” you grumbled wriggling around a little bit

“I know... now stop wriggling... sleep” your sister murmured closer to falling asleep herself than you are

You laid still until you felt Lucys hold on your loosen and hear breathing flatten out the light trace of snoring in the room before you carefully wriggled down to Lucys side remaining there for a few moments checking if your sister would wake up but she just checked in her sleep if you were still there by quickly patting around stopping the second she felt your body – all while she kept snoring. Now you robbed and slided off the bed like a secret agent on a mission toddling through the dark room towards the door. You quickly glanced over your shoulder before opening the door which was just left ajar and slipping out of the room. You waddled down the hallway towards the living room already a plan in your head waiting for Lucy to wake up by watching TV. You just forgot an important factor. You forgot about Keira. The woman that was currently busy cleaning the kitchen while she started to prepare dinner since no one would eat what Lucy cooked. No one trusted Lucy in a kitchen even less would trust her to cook eatable food. So once again Keira would have to save the day. Which resulted in you getting caught red handed as you pulled yourself onto the couch the remote already in your hand.

“Excuse me little miss” you heard Keira from behind you “... what exactly are you doing here?”

“Wafing Mickey?” you asked timid

“I don't think so...” Keira said walking over to the TV just pulling the plug out of the socket “... you have nap time... where is Lucy?”

“Weeping” you shrugged your shoulders “Wucy needs naps”

“Unbelievable... You need a nap too... come on monster” the blonde huffed picking you up again “... nap time”

“I is no weeping needs” you whined but alone the fact that you whined told Keira that you were actually exhausted

“Bits... you are exhausted...” Keira said softly “... it's written all over your face... you did a lot today at training... so much running... and you scored a goal against Maz... that's a lot for young Bitsys”

“I wannas helps” you kept whining as Keira carried you down the hallway again

“Later okay... you just nap with Lucy for now and later you can help me...” the blonde kept her voice soft and gentle “... god knows your sister won't be any help”

“Buts wanna helps now” you sniffed

“No Bits.... you're exhausted...” Keira said her voice low as she entered your room finding Lucy fast asleep in your bed her legs hanging over the end of the small toddler bed

“Luce...” the blonde said raising her voice a little bit kicking her girlfriends ankle

“What?” your sister shot up “... I'm awake”

“The fudge you are...” Keira snorted “... here... make sure SHE naps this time...”

“She was napping before me” Lucy defended herself holding out her arms where you immediately were disposed to

“No she wasn't...” the blonde chuckled seeing how you immediately try to free yourself again “... make sure she naps now”

“Yes ma'am” your sister mumbled tucking you into her side again laying back down making sure you weren't able to escape by holding onto your trousers as Keira left the room again

“Why do you always have to cause trouble hm?” Lucy asked you half serious while you continued to wriggle around

“I is no twouble” you huffed finally giving up laying still next to her

“Never...” your sister sighed “... now shut your oculus and sleep”

You just huffed hoping you could escape once again when Lucy napped (you decided she was getting old and needed the sleep more than you did) but this time Keira was smart enough to close the door completely successfully shutting down your escape route. So once Lucy softly snored again you managed to slip off the bed again toddling over to the door to find it shut a quiet “fudge” left your lips and you plopped down at the door considering if you just stay quiet in your room or if you should start wailing. You decided for the first option because you were sure if Keira had to come back and find you wide awake again she would tell you off. So you started to clean your room putting all your toys back in their boxes pushing the full boxes trough your room all while your sister snored her head off in your bed. You were a smart kid – at least that what your Mum always said – so as soon as you heard Lucy starting to wake up slightly you climbed back on the back lying down at the end of the bed making it look like you moved in your sleep. The sleep you never had. The sleep Lucy thought you had but... no.

“Did you two had a good nap?” Keira asks smiling to herself when Lucy appeared in the kitchen you in her arms

“Mhm” your sister just hummed opening the cupboard to get herself a cup for a coffee before looking down at you “Special Bubs coffee?”

“Yes pwease” you mumbled faking slowly waking up to not rise suspicions

“Kay” Lucy said grabbing an extra cup putting it down on the counter now noticing all the pots standing on the stove “Lunch?”

“Dinner...” Keira retorted “... since we apparently hosting Team dinner”

“I thought everyone is brining their own stuff...” your sister looked confused while starting on her and your coffee

“Everyone is brining snacks...” the blonde shook her head at her girlfriends cluelessness “... we have to provide Dinner... and I saw we're running out of drinks... so once you and your mini had your coffees you'll go out and get drinks”

“Drinks.... like... cocktails?” Lucy asked bewildered while she stirred the chocolate powder into the warm milk adding a few drops from her coffee into your cup “There you go... special Bubs coffee”

“Fhank yous” you mumbled as you got sat down in your highchair grabbing your special cup (plastic with small opening for less spillage – Keira swears it was the best purchase she made for the new house)

“You're welcome” your sister answered ruffling your hair turning around to her girlfriend “... like.. cocktails?”

“No... non alcoholic and wine... nothing hard nothing overly fancy...” Keira simply answers “... we're hosting team dinner not a royal tea party”

“Okay... so water... coke... wine red and white... beer?” Lucy looked at her girlfriend expectantly

“If you feel like it.... wait.. yes to the beer.. you prefer beer to wine and so does Maz and some of the girls...” the blonde went over to the stove stirring the sauce once again

“Okay... got it... Bubs you done?” your sister looked down at you where you nearly fell asleep with your cup in your hands “... oy... wake up... we need to go to the shops”

“I is wakes” you mumbled your head rolling to the side

“Bubs you just slept one and a half hours... come on” Lucy gently nudged you “We need to go buy stuff... and I'm NOT carrying you AND the groceries”

“Good luck with that...” Keira snorted before mumbling under her breath “Pushover”

“What on earth is all this????” the blonde exclaimed about an hour later when Lucy fell back through the door packed like a mule you happily yapping behind her

“Well... we need to provide snacks too... right?” your sister at least had the decency to look ashamed as she stood in the hallway surrounded by about 20 bags

“Lucia...” Keira raised her eyebrow hand on her hips

“Uh oh... yous is twouble” you mumbled trying to sneak past Keira who just reached down grabbing the collar of your Lioness Jersey

“I don't think so” the blonde said her eyes still trained on your sister

“Uh oh” you mumbled but didn't move any further

“Care to explain why I count at least five different Walkers flavours??” Keira asked not even bothering to point out the bag in question

“We wanted to offer... diversity” Lucy tried carefully

“I send you out for drinks!!” the blonde exclaimed “... so where are the drinks??”

“Ehrm... yeah... so... you see...” your sister stammered slowly walking backwards

“Get. Those. Drinks” Keira sneered “... you have five minutes”

“I need 10 minutes to the shops...” Lucy whined now standing outside the front door

“Then run...” the blonde snapped before slamming the door shut

“Now you” Keira looked down at you and you tried your best toothy smile “... won't work Bits... how did you get Lucy to buy all the stuff we clearly don't need”

“Cwing” you shrugged your shoulders not seeing the need to lie

“Dear God...” the blonde groaned “... may God help us all once you grow up.. come on... you can help me set the table”

“Can Is have cwips fow the ways?” you asked hopefully already grabbing a bag of Walkers crisps

“Put it down and get your arse in gear” Keira said already halfway in the living room

“I still can't believe you let her push you over once again” Keira mumbled but smiled seeing how much fun you had with the Lioness team

“You say no to these eyes...” Lucy grumbled keeping a close eye on you

“I'M the one who always says no...” the blonde chuckled “... oy... Millie Bright if you throw her trough room I'll throw you out... put her down...”

“Keiwa yous no funsies” you grumbled toddling past trying to find someone new to corrupt since Millie was too scared of Keira

“See... I'm always the one who's no funsies” Keira shrugged her shoulders as you tried to get Jordan to play catch

“You are lots of funsies” your sister said her voice low pulling Keira into her side pressing a soft kiss to her temple

“Oh I know...” the blonde smirked “... you still will share a bed with your sister for the next four weeks...”

“Kei...” Lucy groaned feeling her girlfriend chuckle against her body

“No no... I'm no funsies remember” Keira chuckled but sneaked her arms around Lucys body before she saw out of the corner of her eyes how you dangled upside down being held by the ankle by Mary Earps

“If you drop her and she hurts herself Maz... then you'll be the one fixing it” the blonde said not seeing the point of turning towards the scene “... also... dinner... it's already late for someone”

“I is wiwe wakes.... I is no weepy” you exclaimed loudly your head red from the blood that rushed into it being held by Maz in that position for a few minutes

“I don't care... dinner and then bath and bed” Keira said plucking you away from the goalkeeper setting you onto her own hip

“I cans stayws wake” you whined your eyes uncharacteristically unfocused “... I is dwizzy”

“That's what you get for hanging upside down...” the blonde said softly her hand stabilizing your small body as you swayed a little bit “... will be over in a few minutes”

“I is hungwy nows” you declared making Keira laughing out loud

“You heard her highness...” the blonde said loudly getting everyones loudly “... get your place... the little princess is hungry”

You sat in your highchair between Keira and Leah after the blonde immediately vetoed the idea that you sat between Millie and Jill knowing that it would end up in a sheer catastrophe and probably in a food fight. Keira noticed pretty quickly that now where everyone calmed down a little bit you started to rub your eyes more frequently your whole body shrinking into your seat and you got unnaturally quiet. She had a feeling before that you did all but sleep and your current demeanour confirmed her suspicion.

“Come on Bits...” Keira said softly holding up your plastic spoon with some pasta on it

“I cans do its mewelfs” you grumbled snatching the spoon out of Keiras hand with the result that the pasta (obviously tomato sauce) landed all over your jersey

“Uh oh” you commented your mishap looking down and suddenly your emotions got the best of you and you just started crying – full on crocodile tears crying.

“Oh Bits” the blonde sighed starting to clean the pasta off your shirt while throwing Lucy a look to do something “It's okay Bitsy... we'll just wash the jersey...”

“Come here Bubs...” suddenly you got lifted out of your chair and Lucy gently pushed your head onto her shoulder trying to calm you down

“You'll excuse us...” your sister said into the round already on her way to get you changed

“Wow...” Rachel breathed out “... that small body sure holds a big pair of lungs”

“Oh that was nothing...” Keira waved off starting to eat her own food again “... wait until she throws a tantrum...”

Spoiler – your tantrums got legendary amongst the Lionesses and Lyon. It went so far that you once kicked Wendi Renards full force against the shin out of anger

“It's okay Bubs...” your sister mumbled softly against your hair entering your room “... you are knackered aren't you”

“I is not” you cried against Lucys sweater not knowing what else to do

“You are...” Lucy kept her voice soft as she fished a new shirt out of your wardrobe “... we'll change your shirt and then you go night night okay?”

“Wanna goes teams dinnsers” you cried loudly getting sat down on a sideboard and your jersey got pulled over your head

“Bubs... you're absolutely knackered...” your sister didn't even react on your mood “... and it's past your bedtime already”

“I stays wake” you whimpered wanting to participate in the team activity

“If you're still up in 15 minutes I'll take you back outside with me okay...” Lucy offered a 100% sure you'll pass out as soon as she starts rocking you slightly – you were a Bronze tho. You fought sleep for the time being being competitive and stubborn.

“I can't believe it” Keira shook her head rolling her eyes “What are you doing?”

“She's absolutely done but she refuses to sleep” Lucy whispers over your sniffles carrying you back towards the party

“Oh absolutely not...” the blonde got into your sisters way “... you turn right around and get her to bed... you will NOT get her all fired up again with throwing her into that hiatus in there..”

“Keiwa” you sniffled making grabby hands towards her

“You wanna say night night Bits?” Keira gently asks coming closer until you could grab her shirt in your tiny fist “... that's very considerate of you”

“No nighfs nighfs” you whined holing onto Lucy and Keira for dear life

“It's okay Bits... Luce will get you to bed and you'll dream how you can get Millie and Jill back for eating your pasta eh?” the blonde nearly whispered stepping closer again so you were sandwiched between them two

“No...” you sniffled totally knackered

“Ssssshhhh Bitsy...” Keira kept her voice soft pressing a soft kiss to your hair “... close your eyes baby”

“I is no wanna” you whined but both Keira and Lucy saw how your eyes drifted shut

“Good girl Bubs” Lucy whispered hoping you finally tap out

“For fuck sakes Rach!!” Millie exclaimed loudly pushing her best friend over making you snap your head up again looking around confused

“I is awakes” you stuttered out not knowing what was happening

“Christ Mills!” your sister yelled angrily immediately pushing your head back into the crook of her neck hoping you just go dead in her hold

“Chwist Miwwie!” you copied your sister your voice muffled by Lucys skin

“Let's get her out of here” Keira said nodding towards the hallway

“Good idea” Lucy mumbled following her girlfriend since you still held onto her shirt tightly

Back in your room your sister immediately started the same routine as before and this time with Keira there too you seem to calm down much faster and not even five minutes later Lucy could feel the little even puffs of your breaths against her neck

“She's out... let's get her into bed” your sister said lowly

“Wait... I have to pry her off me shirt first” the blonde answered her voice just above a whisper as she started to gently pry your fingers open

Well – you wouldn't be you if you would just let it go the easy way. The second Keira had your first fingers open you stirred again

“No Keiwa” you whined again waking up again gripping her shirt again

“Seriously Bits” Keira groaned “... it's not the first time Lucy's going to put you to bed”

“Keiwa” you started to cry

“Come here you monster” the blonde sighed holding her arms out to transfer you out of Lucys arms

“Noooo” you wailed holding onto your sisters collar

“Bitsy” Keira huffed “... what's the matter?”

“No wannas sleeps” you cried totally overwhelmed by this point

“Just let's go lay down with her” Lucy suggested earning a lost shrug from her girlfriend

“Before she gets even more upset” the blonde shook her head

“I can't believe I'm being held hostage by a three year old” your sister grumbled looking down at you where you soundly slept laying on her while her and Keira were squished into your small bed “... at my own party”

“Well YOU suggested to lay down with her” Keira sneered trying for the fourth time to get your little finger to open and let go of her shirt

“At least she's sleeping” Lucy looked helplessly her smile pained

“Lucy... we're stuck in a baby bed not able to leave” the blonde rolled her eyes but she had a slight smile on her face

“We really are all-in with that parenthood” your sister joked adjusting her hold on you

“You thinking about it?” Keira asked quietly

“Sometimes...” Lucy said carefully

“What are your thoughts on it?” the blonde kept her voice low seeing how you started to stirr once again

“I want kids... two or three...” your sister hummed

“Adoption?” Keira questioned further

“Maybe...” Lucy shrugged her shoulders “.... or maybe... our own?”

“You want to carry a child?” the blonde asked surprised

“Ehrm... nooo...” your sister smiled hopefully

“Oh hell naah Lucia” Keira exclaimed “... I'm too young to end up pregnant”

“I mean... we can practise right?” Lucy wriggled her eyebrows

“Right here right now?” the blonde lifted her eyebrow looking down where you now laid in between them

“No... maybe... later... in our room” your sister smirked a little

“We'll see” Keira smirked back

And how they saw. After an hour Jill stuck her head into the room telling them that all of them would leave now not wanting to disturb you in any form with Lucy apologizing a ton. When the house was finally quiet Keira started a new attempt to free herself from your grip and this time she actually succeeded and she carefully got of the bed quietly back out of the room

“Night night Bubs” Lucy whispered as she “nudged you off her tip-toeing out of the room herself

“Fuck me...” your sister groaned the second she quietly closed the door to your room

“She was never that bad” Keira raised an eyebrow leaning on the opposite wall

“She'll sleep it off and tomorrow we can ship her back to me parents and have the night for us...” Lucy sighed stepping into Keiras personal space where the blonde immediately laid her arms around your sisters neck pulling her closer just standing there enjoying the closeness

“WUCY!!!” the pair heard your panicked cry from inside the room and suddenly a loud thud “WUUUUCYYYY!!!”

“Ugh Mary mother of God” Lucy rolled her eyes pushing burgundy away from Keira

“Go calm her down... I'm going to take a shower and wait in bed for you” the blonde pushed Lucy gently towards your door knowing you would just start to cry harder if Lucy wouldn't get to you soon

“Why is she up anyway?” your sister groaned annoyed

“Just hold her... you know that's basically the only thing she needs” Keira said softly before padding down the hallway “... see you in a bit”

“What's the matter Annoyance?” Lucy said as she pushed the door back open finding you tangled in your sheets on the floor

“Are you serious??” Keira asked as she exits the bathroom drying her hair with a towel wearing a oversized shirt

“She wouldn't calm down” Lucy defended herself sitting in bed leaned against the headboard you sleeping against her chest your breathing still slightly uneven

“You better make sure she's fast asleep when you bring her back” the blonde mumbled disappearing in the bathroom again

“I thought...” your sister started her eyes fixed on her girlfriend who made a show out of reaching for a cream in the bathroom revealing a part of her ass that to Lucys surprise wasn't covered in underwear “...you know what... just changed my mind”

Lucy quickly shuffled out of Bed you tugged safely against her chest making her way quickly to your room

“You better sleep through the night now Bubs...” she mumbled as she gently tugged you in again “... I have plans that don't involve you... so you better keep your eyeballs shut”

“Fuck Luce...” Keira moaned feeling her girlfriend suck on her nipple

“Mhm” your sister hummed low in her throat biting down gently

“Stop teasing” the blonde pushed against Lucys shoulder

“I'm enjoy...” Lucy grinned before she got rudely interrupted

“WUCY” both of them heard you screeching from down the hall

“She can't be serious...” your sister grumbled hovering above Keira

“Go get her...” Keira sighed rolling her eyes

“If we ignore...” Lucy started

“KEIWAAAAA!!!” you cried out

“Get her before she wakes up the whole neighbourhood” the blonde said but Lucy heard the annoyance in her voice

“Maybe just for one night...” your sister smiled apologetic

“One night Lucy... just ONE NIGHT!” Keira pointed out getting out of bed to throw her oversized shirt back on slipping into some jersey shorts as Lucy padded down the hallway once again

“Come on Bubs...” Lucy sighed deeply as she picked you up “... what's up with you tonight?”

“Wucy” you sniffed holding onto your sisters neck

“What's wrong Bubs” your sister said gently feeling the anxiety radiating off you

“No wannas sleeps alones” you whimpered pressing your face into the crook of her neck

“Okay...” Lucy sighed “... one night Bubs... you're allowed one night in the big bed”

“Really Luce... again??” Keira groaned one night when she entered the bedroom finding her girlfriend and you in their bed

“I promise I'll get her to sleep in her own bed” your sister defended herself her voice a tad whiney

“That's the sixth time...” the blonde huffed

“I know....” Lucy looked apologetic

“One night Kei... just one night” Keira imitated Lucy under her breath

“You love her too” your sister tried to defuse a little bit

“I do Luce... I love her like she's me own...” the blonde sighed “... but I also love to share me bed JUST with you.... it's weeks since...”

“I know...” Lucy huffed feeling how you pressed your nose against her skin sighing deeply “... sometime you're a pest”

“You're such a push over” Keira smiled softly watching how you got more and more comfortable against Lucy – drenching her shirt in drool

“I... can move us to the couch?” your sister looked up at Keira

“Stop being daft” the blonde chuckled getting into bed herself “Hand her over... you still need to get bed ready”

And just like that you got transferred into Keiras arms while Lucy got herself ready for bed herself. One night was what they said. It was “one night” for the next one and a half years. You didn't mind one bit. You slept soundly between them kicking Lucy out of bed more than once while you innocently laid in Keiras arms. Most of the time you woke up starfishing in the bed with Keira and Lucy sleeping on the couch in the living room. But neither Lucy nor Keira had the heart to actually pull through with their threats to lock you into your room if you starfish them out of their bed one more time. Even years later you'd climb into Lucys bed when you were nervous and anxious. Ona learned the hard way just how much bed you could cover starfishing when you were older. After you pushed her out of the bed in the middle of the night the third time she just decided to retreat to the guest room as soon as she found you curled up against Lucy. Sometimes Lucy wound you up in calling you a baby but everyone knew she was just as content with you laying by her side than you were when you were tugged safely into her side

[putschki1969]

Hi Puts! YK just announced that Keiko will be not participated in YK Live #21 this year 😢 I'm kinda sad about this.

Okay, I didn't expect to have to use this gif so soon...

All jokes aside, this announcement is indeed very saddening and disappointing but I would be lying if I said I was super surprised.

Just a few days ago I addressed some possibilities for the future in THIS POST here and I was trying my best to remain optimistic despite knowing very well that Yuki had pretty much cemented her stance on the whole thing by releasing that initial statement. The way she positioned herself as the victim and everyone else as perpetrator was a clear message. By explicitly name-calling the members, it was made to look like Hikaru and Keiko were “aligning themselves with the enemy”. The Asia Tour probably couldn't be cancelled or re-arranged due to existing agreements/contracts but we didn't know how the Kalafina debacle would affect anything after that. Seems like we have our answer now. The girls have all officially fallen out of favour and are being considered as “Space Craft adjacent”. They are now in the same position as Wakana, nothing more than pariahs. Which means of course that everyone is now following the usual M.O. of ignoring each other’s presence. I'm not saying this is all coming from Yuki's side, there's a very high chance of the girls themselves being restricted in their activities due to contractual obligations (Space Craft most definitely made them sign something to make that Kalafina Live possible).

As discussed previously, we got our first glimpses of the shunning process when Yuki decided to distance herself on social media by unfollowing Hikaru and Keiko.

Then just a few days ago, a photo was posted from the recording studio and a certain someone was notably absent.

I guess Keiko's exclusion from the YKL is just a natural progression although I will honestly say that I didn't think Yuki would go that far, jeopardising the quality of her performances like that. Considering that her craft has always been her main priority, letting go of the literal backbone of 90% of her live music seems like a very stupid decision but I guess pettiness knows no boundaries in this ever-lasting feud between Team Yuki and Team Space Craft.

Oh well, needless to say, I won't be attending YK events any time soon. I don't hate her and I still appreciate her work but there's no longer any incentive for me personally. The girls have always come first and nothing will ever change about that. I am not Team YK or Team Space Craft, I am Team Kalafina and always will be! This just means I will have to support their solo activities even more and hopefully they will all increase their activities to give me lots of opportunities to show my appreciation.

As I mentioned in my post from a few days ago, nothing in life happens without a price having to be paid. Sacrifices need to be made, time has to pass. I am sure the girls were aware of most of these consequences when they decided to commit themselves to the Kalafina Anniversary Live project. Just like all these years ago, Wakana was aware what would happen if she stayed with Space Craft. The Japanese entertainment industry is not for the weak, shitty things happen all the time, you win some, you lose some. Hikaru actually shared some very good advice during her live broadcast from the other day. Life has a way of balancing itself out, for every bad thing that happens, a good thing will follow. And every rough experience might one day turn into an opportunity so I guess we can try to look at the whole thing with a more positive mindset. We don't know if this is permanent or not and we also have no idea what's in store for Kalafina so I refuse to despair because of it.

Speaking of Hikaru, she also mentioned that throughout her career, the main priority have always been the fans. I think this sentiment is shared by Keiko and Wakana which is why they ultimately decided to hold the Kalafina live, knowing very well that they'd have to pay dearly for their decision.

Of course they didn't think there would be such a harsh backlash in the initial phase but that was mostly fueled by Yuk's unfortunate phrasing in the statement. If she had refrained from mentioning the members, I don't think that there would have been such an outrage and immediate condemnation of the girls. Fans would have been upset but most of them would have simply blamed Space Craft and not the girls themselves.

Nonetheless, all that bitching and moaning from "some" fans didn't stop thousands of people from getting their ticket and showing up for the live. As far as I am concerned, the concert was a huge success and everyone there was filled with happiness. The girls must have surely interpreted it like this as well so hopefully, they felt like it was worth their sacrifice.

[nmakii]

feeling myself and feeding my EGOOOO!!!!!!!

“nagi! aren’t you even gonna see how the shoot’s going?” reo hums out to nagi, ignorantly playing his video games in the corner of the yoga studio, against the mirror-backed wall.

nagi looked up at reo, raising an eyebrow. that one moment of vulnerability bit him in the ass when a big, bright “YOU LOSE!” fills the screen. he sighs, locking his phone, and stands up, revealing him in all his 6’3 glory. “…might as well…” he mumbles, in a tone that seems to be in between the lines of a complaint and genuine interest.

he looks in front of him, and sees you— surrounded by cameras and bright, fluorescent lights. the make up you spent an hour on before leaving the house was glowing. it made your already beautiful face even more spectacular.

you had a stoic expression which painted your face. it was so unlike the happy, smiley girl who loved to chatter to him. he almost didn’t recognize you from the blank look on your face.

you sat on a white stool, matching the blinding white backdrop behind you. your legs crossed gracefully, with your left heel pointed such that of a ballerina’s.

your back leaned— relaxed, yet still poised. your hair fell like silk down your shoulders. and in your hands, a handbag. leather, and blue; navy to match your outfit. you were so still, like a doll.

being in such a position must hurt. ah, how do you manage to stay still and still look so comfortable?

“go, baby..!” nagi softly shouted. his fist lazily raised in the air to motivate you. you didn’t react though, something nagi didn’t really like.

reo noticed nagi’s pout, and chuckled. “pssh, someone’s dedicated to their job.” he sarcastically observed. “hey, nagi. let’s try to make her laugh.” he nudges nagi on the shoulder. he quickly agreed, hyper-fixated on the expressions on your face.

his heart leaped at the little smile you fought when you saw the two of them running around behind the photographers. he knew even you couldn’t fight the giggles.

still though, you remained professional. not even reacting to reo and nagi’s antics behind the scenes anymore.

once the photographers put down their cameras, you instantly burst into laughter. the smile that he long missed for days (30 minutes) finally finding itself on your face.

you looked down to pick out the photos you liked the best, catching your breath as you did. and once the shoot was finally finished, you jumped from the stool to squeeze nagi’s cheeks.

“ah..! that hurts…” nagi’s lips frowned, whining like a tired toddler. “silly! why were you trying to do that..?!” you lighthearted scolded. and, nagi tilted his head.

“eh? it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” he shrugs. “you look pretty scary when you aren’t smiling. so, i tried to make you laugh, even just a little bit.”

and, your heart just melts. “aww! seishi, you’re so sweet…” you coo to him, rubbing the fat of his cheeks between your index and thumb. “stop doing that…” he groans softly. he didn’t really like when you cooed to him like he was a little baby. especially when you’re thanking him for being sweet, he didn’t really know how to react to things like that.

"well... i think you'll like the photos i picked." you. smile. nagi perked up at what you said, almost comedically. "really? what makes you say that?" he hums.

"hmm... you'll see." you tease, a mischievous smile on your face, making nagi frown. "eh... why would you tell me that, just to not tell me? that's not fair..." he mumbles, but sighing. he'd just have to wait.

a week later, the company finally released your shoot. the speed at which nagi's thumb went to the notification was almost god-like. he'd been wanting to know what photo you picked all week. he even put on notifications for the company's instagram for god's sake!

but when he sees the photo, it was all so obvious— he probably should've realized it sooner.

a photo of you gracefully showing off the handbag, all that jazz. but, with a soft smile on your face. you looked dazzling as you tried your best to keep yourself from baring your teeth as you smiled.

how lucky he is to have you.

[i-love-ptv]

Give You The World ❀ᮬ

Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

Day 1 on your period is never easy, good thing your lovely boyfriend is here to help….right?

Wc: 1,394

Pure fluff! Rafe doesn’t know all that well abt period care, but he’s trying!! :(

An: hey chatttttt…I wrote this on day 1, it’s now day 6..gulp! but i had to keep up w the fluff streak so ya! also i feel like this would totally happen (not proof read cause i don’t feel like it girl)

Feedback is always appreciated and definitely welcomed!

Zombie-like groans filtered through the room faintly, resulting in Rafe waking up groggily. He stretches his muscles and inhales deeply, before sluggishly moving towards your side of the bed; awaiting the warmth you usually provide. Rafe is left confused at the fact that you’re nowhere to be found—at first.

But then the pained groans get louder, and Rafe finally takes the light shining beneath the connected bathroom’s door into account.

Rafe then checks his phone and looks at his calendar, the one that shows that today is the start of your period.

Your relationship with Rafe is fairly new, and he was utterly enamored with you; after all, you’re the only one that got him to settle for longer than a week. You’re unlike anyone he’s ever been with, and he wants to be the perfect boyfriend for you.

Hence why when you’d gotten your last period, he may or may not have saved a video he saw of a girl on Tiktok talking about how her boyfriend tracks her cycle.

Now this doesn’t mean Rafe knows what he’s doing, not by a long shot, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try.

He gets up and heads to the door, before knocking lightly, but enough for you to hear it. “Baby?” He murmurs, a little apprehensively.

“Hu-urgm.” You groan even louder; Rafe winces.

“Can I uh—come in, maybe?” His brows are furrowed, and he’s trying to approach the situation gently. Knowing you: one wrong word and you’ll be in some sort of “mood” all day.

Whether that’s sad or mad depends on the severity of his stupidity.

Instead of a groan there’s an aggravated huff, but the lock jingles. Rafe waits a beat, wondering if you’ll open the door, but in reality he gets silence.

—At least, it’s as silent as it gets with your labored breathing.

Rafe lightly pushes on the door, and his eyes cast down to your form: curled up in a fetal position on the bare pearly tile, coddling your stomach tightly.

“Oh baby.” He whispers, before crouching down to your level. His touch is gentle, almost feather-like, as he wipes the hairs that stick to your forehead with sweat.

“Stop. It’s hot,” you glare at the boy, making him shrivel up to himself.

“Well…”Rafe begins softly, “If you don’t want me to touch you, what do you need?”

You huff yet again, “Pads, with wings,” you murmur, your voice barely the sound of a peep.

“Okay—okay, yeah, I can do that baby.” He offers a sweet, half smile, to which you return with a matching one. Although it’s more of a grimace than anything, Rafe still accepts it. “Can I put you on the bed though, sweetheart? Don’t want you laying on the floor..”

You nod your head with a hum, and allow your boyfriend to pick you up and carry you to your shared bed bridal-style. He carefully places you down on the plush comforter, and allows you to tangle yourself up between the sheets and several blankets you force him to keep on the bed. You let out a satisfactory groan, before turning your back to him and gripping the pillow.

“Do you want any Advil? Tylenol, maybe?” Rafe asks, his digits switching from circling your skin lightly to rubbing your side up and down.

“Already took some…Jus’ waiting for it to kick in,” you mumble. At least, that’s what you heard; Rafe heard mainly gibberish. He’s not surprised, though, and he’s definitely not blaming you. He bets the feeling of his fingers dancing delicately mixed with the sleepiness you tend to feel after taking the pain meds has you beat.

He hums in approval, and you can no longer feel his warm touch, meaning you have nothing else to focus on besides the ache in your back that’s slowly migrating to your stomach. You hear shuffling and assume he’s putting on his shoes, because after a few minutes, you feel the warmth of his body radiating near you.

Rafe leaves yet another kiss to your forehead as he caresses your cheek, before walking out of the room, but not before quietly shutting it. There’s a high probability of you getting a headache from Sarah’s insistent over-the-phone conversation with her husband and Rose’s alarmingly loud at home exercise video.

Rafe will do anything in his power to prevent any more pain inflicted on you, in every way possible—it’s a habit he’s picked up on.

Your eyes are bleary and resist sleep as Rafe’s footsteps sound further and further away. As you faintly hear his shoes hitting the stairs, you allow yourself to succumb to slumber.

Rafe opens the front door, he steps in and places his keys on the key hook. His hands are full as he walks, and there’s a slight ache in his legs from the constant walking from his impromptu shopping trip. It took the poor guy 20 minutes to even find the feminine care aisle, let alone actual menstrual products.

He notices his younger sisters on the couch watching one of those shitty rom-com movies. Speaking of sisters: Sarah perks up once she senses Rafe.

The blonde whips her head around, Rafe has no idea how the hell she hasn’t gotten whiplash. “I smell wings,” she squints her eyes at her brother.

Rafe can’t help but roll his eyes and say your name, almost as if he wishes he could summon you to save him from the onslaught of questions and comments he’s about to receive. “They’re for her.” He states firmly.

Sarah eyes the reusable bag in Rafe’s hand, and purses her lips. “Y’know, normally boyfriends get their girlfriends chocolate when they’re on their period, not wings.”

Rafe scrunches his face in annoyance, “She asked for pads with wings, so that’s what I got. Happy?” He smiles sarcastically at her, wanting nothing more than to go back to you.

Sarah furrows her brows at this, and Wheezie turns her head as well. Sarah gets up from her place on the couch and quickly snatches the bag from Rafe’s hand, making him sputter.

She pulls the pads out of the bag and scoffs, “Oh my god, you idiot!”

“Jesus! What now?” Rafe groans, and Sarah lets out a matching one.

“She wanted pads with wings, like—the ones that are attached, not fucking pads plus wings!”

“You’re lying, okay?! I know what I’m doin’ Sarah-“ and the bickering between the two siblings goes on for minutes.

The sound of your feet padding on the cold floor was soft, barely audibly compared to the two eldest Cameron siblings arguing.

You can hardly see through your squinting, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes due to the warm sunny rays beating through the windows. You place a hand on Rafe’s shoulder, and he slightly jumps at the interruption.

Both Sarah and Rafe turn to you, although Rafe’s smile isn’t even close to what Sarah’s expressing. She’s more flabbergasted if anything.

“Hey!—Hey, baby. I uh, got your stuff..” Rafe looks almost apprehensive. It’s now that you finally take in the scent of fresh chicken wings, as well as the unopened box of pads. The box clearly shows they’re wingless.

“..I—I got the right stuff, right? I got what you asked for?” He’s looking down at you promisingly, and you can’t find it in your heart to break his. So you don’t.

You go to speak, but your voice fails you for a second. You pause before answering, “Yeah, yeah you did good, baby.” Sarah picks up on your tone of uncertainty, but thankfully, Rafe does not.

You take the box of pads and the plastic takeout box of wings from his hands. You signal him to lean down, so you can press a kiss to his lips, which he reciprocates both eagerly and smugly.

You slowly walk back upstairs to your nest of a bed, the sleep still fogging up your senses faintly.

“Told you,” Rafe says to Sarah triumphantly; he's beyond cocky.

Sarah brings her hand up to her face, where she rubs her forehead in exasperation.

“Y’know what? Okay.” Sarah walks back over to the couch where Wheezie sits and moves her focus to the movie playing on the screen.

Rafe will give you the world if you ask, even if there’s a few hiccups along the way.