#literally shaking so hard on the drive home listening to them

[doggerell]

Thursday show fast approaching and Im getting SCARED

[wonton4rang]

how would bnd legal line react to them making you squirt for the first time?

(love your acc btw!😙)

hiii <33 ofc !! (I luv yours too💖💖)

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pairing: bnd legal line (everyone but woonhak)

warnings: smut +18, squirting, unprotected sex (do not try at home !!) and I think that's about it.

summary: how would bnd legal line (everyone but woonhak) react to them making you squirt for the first time.

note: please send something about woonhak :') i want to write something about him so bad but i am ✨blank✨, what do y'all think about high school crush with ot6?

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sungho; he is such a giver I'm afraid, his top priority would be make you enjoy the whole thing, that doesn't mean that he won't take care of himself, though. so when you guys are having some intimacy for the first time in a while, you are very overwhelmed, he could tell by the way you were moaning his name into his ear and pressing your hands in his wide naked back. you were so sensitive that your pussy kept clenching around his dick, making him leave the crook of your neck to look into your eyes without stopping his pace "you good, baby? feeling good?" he would try to reassure himself and when you nodded and let out a cry he got his answer. "please, sungho, I'm going to-" your eyes rolled to the back of your head when he just kept going while attentively listening to you. "I'm coming, I'm coming, sungho, pull out" but he knew that was not true, not with the way your arms grabbed around his neck and your hips started to thrust up. but when you actually came your eyes flew open and sungho's did too, his movements coming to a stop while he looked at your eyes and the place where you two were linked. "I'm so sorry-", "you squirted?" you got nervous because you thought he might get angry for the mess, he was such a clean person so you stuttered before he continued "did you feel that good, y/n? you look so pretty right now" his smile made your muscles relax and you just laughed a bit, he helped you get clean because he just noticed that he also came after that event so you both just went to bed afterwards.

riwoo; i honestly think he would be soooo proud of himself, he is so sweet but i can see him being very into passionate sex, touching your body with precise hands to reach every single nerve that drives you crazy. he would not be a very vocal one when it comes to talking but I can definitely seeing him smiling at you with so much appreciation that it just melts you, giving in to his touches and opening your legs more so that your pelvis can touch in more depth. he's so into you (quite literally) that he doesn't even feels when you squirt all over him, he can only hear your moans and cries while your pussy clenched around him and made him cum too. "baby, I'm so sorry" you muttered when you saw him looking down with panicked eyes, riwoo's eyes pawned to yours and he said "I'm so sorry, I came inside, babe, I-" but he couldn't even finish the sentence when he added "you came so hard?" he was slightly surprised but again, his chest inflated in a way his shame went away after you reassured him that it was fine that he came inside. he kissed you so softly and whispered against your lips just how much he loved you and how intrigued he was with this new discovery.

jaehyun; you guys would be touching each other in his bed, kissing since half an hour ago and both of your bottoms already left behind, your left hand was jerking him off, his middle and anular finger pushed deep inside your soaked cunt while his tongue played yours in a way only him could. you had your eyes shut closed and your legs started to shake before you tried to close them too, the action alerted jaehyun who cut the kiss to look at your blushed face "did I hurt you?" he softly asked before trying to pull his fingers out of you but your hand stopped him while you shake your head in denial "it feels so good but I'm scared I might... you know... make a mess" jaehyun did not understood what you meant by that right away, only picking up on it a few seconds later when you lowered your head. "oh... oh! if you say it because of me, I don't mind! in fact, that'd be great" he encouraged you "but your sheets" a shush made you silent and his lips were on yours again for a short fraction of time before his fingers flicked up inside of your pussy "you can soak my sheets, baby, please cum for me" and the way his fingers moved in your insides was crazy, the tips of his digits constantly hitting that bulge of nerves when he curled them, his lips making you breathless and your own hand being thrusted into when you couldn't concentrate on moving it anymore. it was so hot, so exciting, your tights got tense and you tried to close your legs again but it was useless, he made you come with the last two thrusts and the way his hand and leg got wet with your squirt made you feel ashamed, just so he could kiss you again with that dumb smile in his lips "you think we could do this again sometime?" you just punched him playfully in his shoulder before he helped you up and led you to the bathroom, giving you some towels so you could shower before cuddling all night in his couch.

taesan; shower sex with taesan was not a weird thing, in fact, you guys did it pretty often since you both came tired from work but still wanted to share some intimacy so you showered together and one thing took to the other. like now, one of your legs being held up by your boyfriend, your arms holding on his shoulders and you two kissing like two addicts, so desperately that it was almost obscene, loud kissing noises coming out of your mouths when your tongues met each other. "can i go in, love?" you would just nod and resume the kiss, your pussy pulsating when you felt taesan's dick slide through your folds and then press in your wet entrance. "please, baby, go in" he loved when you were so sensitive for him, so willing, so ready, it turned him on like a flame, so he just pushed inside, throwing his head back with a low groan, his wet hair flicked back when he came back to face your contorned face, a grin on his lips that made you wanna cry. "hold on tight, pretty, i can't take it slow right now" and you certainly did not needed him be slow, so when he started thrusting into you, you just let him, your boobs wiggling with every thrust he gave you, feeling him so deep made you dizzy. "tae... slow down a bit" but he didn't want to, and neither did you. "just a little bit more, y/n, please" and how could you say no when you were feeling so good it made you drool all over your chin, only to be kissed aggressively by your pretty boyfie before you could feel him lowering his body so he could grab your other leg and pick you up, he pushed your legs up and practically pressed you against the shower wall. that friction between his pelvis and yours was all you needed before squirting all over him, his dick falling off your cunt only for him to lick his lips at the sight and push back in, making you gush and moan loudly about how overstimulated you felt. "you're so good for me, love, I'm almost done, just a little more" but when he finally came with two harsh thrusts, you squirted again, making him laugh a little before letting you go back in your feet. "good thing that we decided to do this here, you made such a mess" he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed you softly, he was not surprised but he was definitely going to induce you more in order to see this show again.

leehan; it was a great idea for you guys to live in an apartment complex with pool, especially when your house was the penthouse and had a personal pool and jacuzzi in the rooftop. it was great for spending time or even to invite your friends over, but leehan had something else in mind for today, inviting you to swim with him at 12am and excusing himself by saying that there was too much sun in the afternoon. you didn't mind, it was just a few steps until the rooftop and you liked to swim AND spend time with your boyfriend so it was a win win. as soon as you guys got there he jumped in the pool, making you giggle while you turned around it to sit in the edge before jumping in but his hands stopped you when they held your tights from inside the pool "you look so pretty with that bikini" he managed to whisper with his low voice, his fingers grabbing around the waistband of your panties and pulling a little bit before you stopped his hand with yours "what are you doing?" you looked around a little panicked "you know this is a public area, right?" a shrug was your answer before he came closer to you, his chin resting in your tights before he spoke up "let me eat you out, y/n" you could never get used to how direct his words were, a blush running through your cheeks as you tried to talk him out of it but when leehan had something fixed in his mind, it was useless. so that's how you ended up with your legs spread open in the edge of the pool while he eagerly ate you out, his tongue wetting your whole cunt, flicking your clit for a bit before slowly and deeply thrusting into your gapping hole with his tongue. he kept placing open mouth kisses in your pussy and he now got his right thumb to play with your clit, his other hand keeping your legs open. it was all so sexy, especially when you grabbed his wet long hair to press him more into your pussy and practically grind on his face, and he just let you, he loved every single thing that was happening. but when he got two fingers in you without notice, you opened your eyes wide, receiving a kiss in your lips when he jumped out the pool to lay you down in the floor instead, kissing your lips with hunger and madly curling his fingers to hit your spot, needless to say that you came undone a few seconds after the switch, squirting all over his hand only for him to leave your lips and kiss your pussy instead, tasting your squirt with some satisfied moans against your cunt that sent shivers through your spine due to the vibrations. "stop doing that" you told him, you were just so ashamed for everything right now. "you think you can do it again? I want you to cum in my mouth now" yes, your boyfriend was crazy and he was not going to rest until you squirted all over his pretty face.

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this progressively got longer but I ain't even regretting, hope y'all enjoyed~ 🫶

[moriitis]

What would it be like dating Toby Rogers?

Slightly NSFW? TWs; gore, blood, manic episodes, kidnapping. Just little HCs.

Pretty much the biggest goofball there is but he can be really annoying, anything to get you pissed, doesn't really understand the concept of overstepping a joke or taking things too far. I feel like warnings kinda go over Toby's head, so if you told him to stop, he would continuously do it because the first time it made you laugh so naturally every time he did it, you'd laugh, right? He'd do things like jabbing you in the sides when he walks past, jamming his fingers up your butt to piss you off (smacking your ass when you bend over), chasing you up the stairs, he'd mock you when you whined and do that thing to mimic your facial expressions in an irritating way but also in a way to make you laugh.

Loves driving you around, especially late at night. More prone to opening up about his feelings when driving because then his attention is diverted to the road and he's forced to avoid your gaze. You'll always know he needs to vent when he asks if you wanna go ride around, listen to music or something, he'd mention it with his hands in his pocket, pretty embarrassed to ask. Also just likes to ride around and find somewhere remote to park so he can fuck you in the backseat of his car.

Probably the worst person ever to try to call or text. He'll never answer so good luck really trying to get a hold of him.

He's a romantic and he's pretty corny. On the rare occasion he does decide to text you, it'll be a song that reminded him of you. Although don't be surprised if he literally hands you a tape with burned music on it. Wild flowers that he decided to pick because the colour of the petal reminded him of your eyes? Coming home late at night with your favourite snacks. He's a good boy and despite the occasional memory loss, he remembers these things about you, he also keeps reminders on a little piece of paper tucked away in his wallet.

He's a physical person but really only in private. Cuddling on the couch? For sure! Want to share a kiss in public? Probably not. It's nothing toward you, he just feels weird expressing bouts of love in public with people watching. Was it the lack of love in his childhood? Probably.

Will roll your cigarettes/blunts for you. He's a natural.

Very competitive gamer, try playing some Mario Kart against him and this guy is quivering at the thought of beating you. You got him with a blue shell once at the finish line, thus taking his first place last minute and he had to step outside to have a cigarette because the loss hit him that hard.

Despite his lack of physical affection in public, he is possessive. Hates the idea of other people looking at you and gets very jealous. Also will stand incredibly close to you, close enough you could feel his breath against the back of your neck. He'll scowl around too and make sure to put himself between you and another guy.

Speaks German when he's angry, like when he rages at Mario Kart (he HATES Yoshi primarily) you'll hear him talking smack to the TV in German.

Also speaks German to you when you're beneath him, muttering small praises in his mother tongue as he pants and groans softly against the skin of your neck. Sometimes he'll mix, start speaking English but end the sentence in German.

His driving is reckless but he'd never put you in any danger, not after what happened with Lyra.

He hates being around you when he has a manic episode, his voice cracking as he yells at you to stand back, that he's dangerous, that he could hurt you, kill you. With each step you take toward him, he takes one back, violently shaking his head. His tics and twitches are worse as he runs his hands through his hair, they bawl, tugging at his locks as if he was daring to rip them out but the pain is non existent to him. He'd storm out, distancing himself from you. It could take weeks, the longest it took was a month before he came back, scruffy, tired, longing.

Talks about how he wants to travel, to go somewhere with you, that he'll kidnap you and take you away forever and that you'll only be his and his alone.

Does get a little thrill of scaring you. Making it look like your home alone but as you walk past the bathroom door, he'll jump out, one hand over your mouth, the other wrapping around your waist as he picks you up helplessly and drags you back. You'll kick and scream until his raspy laughter breaks out behind you. He did it a couple times until you had a panic attack once and he never did it again.

Likes to remind you to take your medication, dude specifically has a calendar to keep track of times and dates, when you should take this and that. Especially birth control.

Will touch your thigh as you sit in the car together sometimes his fingers pushing up further in a little attempt to get lucky, a smug smirk on his face.

Compliments in German too, of course.

Will suddenly hit the breaks in the car to send you flying and then lecture you to always wear a seatbelt. Always wear your seatbelts when sat in car with him.

sorry these suck lololol, idk might seem off character for toby but it's just how i see it play out. i'll make another post for just general HCs for Toby bc i have so many. anywayyy taking requests to shoot if you have any ideas :)

[gojocumdumpster]

“Do you ever listen?”

ft- baki hanma

Type of story: 🔥

Warnings: brat tamer, hair pulling, spanking, fingering, cumming, “yes sir” SEX

Hey yall back with another banger I can’t write smut for SHIT bro.

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“Cmon I don’t have all day, we been in this store for hours.”

Baki decided to treat you out for dinner and a trip at the mall, because why not? But knowing you. Y’all were gonna be in there for HOURS. From section to section you were looking in clothes that you didn’t like. Poor baki was just sitting down with bags filling up his arm watching your every move. He had enough, all the time you would chanter “Babe come look!” “Do you think this looks good on me?” and all baki would say is “I’m not buying it for you.” Clearly you didn’t listen you promised him this was the last store after he told you repeatedly he’s not getting you shit from here. “Babe please! This is the last store I promise!!” He kept falling for your little tricks but this time he wasnt gonna let it slide. “No.” he got up signaling you it’s time to wrap it up.

“No..? I literally said 1 more-“ he cut you off saying “1 more store? Y/n we’ve been to so many 1 more stores, I told you i’m not buying you shit from here.” mocking you. You weren’t going down that easy, you crossed your arms “I said this was the last store the final one. I just wanted a pair of red bottoms? It’s not even that expensive and it’s 50% off, so it’s like $150..” you protest. “Stop trying to get your way and get your bratty ass here now. You can get the pair another day.” You shake your head, not moving one inch, standing right next to the collections of red bottoms. “So it’s like that now?” Raising his eyebrows, “I guess it is” talking back. “Alright don’t say shit when you find your stuff missing.” he turns his heel and walks out the store with the bags in his hand. He wasn’t putting up with your attitude, not today.

You roll your eyes as you watch him pass the store walking to the exit, he beats you to the car waiting in his black customized hellcat. You stomp all the way to the car as he watches you from the rear mirror, you hop in as you slam the door. “Don’t slam my fucking doors.” he glares. “I slam whatever I wanna slam” you turn your head avoiding contact . “Where’s my bags at? Why aren’t they in the backseat.” you look back. “Don’t worry about it, I told you don’t say shit when you find them missing.” You repeatedly kicked your feet whining like toddler. Arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, eyes getting watery. “Fuckin’ crybaby” he chuckles driving home. He thought it was gonna be a peaceful drive home with music playing in the background, but of course you had to open those plump glossy lips blabbering why you think you deserve those things you got and other stuff.

All baki did was turn the music up to mute your whining, bobbing his head to the music like you don’t even exist. He turnt the music down only saying “Just wait till we get home.” He pulled into the apartment garage building, not even fully stopping when he was about to put the car in park you opened the car door and walk out with your purse and phone slamming the door. You stormed off speed walking to the elevator, you make it to your bedroom slamming it behind you laying down on your bed. A couple minutes later baki walks in, he quickly walks to the bedroom opening the door and closing it. “Get up.” he demands. You stay put only turning your head to the side before you turn your head back continuing on what you were doing. “If I have to count to 3 y/n.

Stop fucking playing with me.” you ignore him only scrolling away on tiktok. “1..” he starts taking his shoes off leaving his socks on. “2..” you sigh still looking at your phone. “I’m giving you a chance to get up but you ain’t taking the chance.” he says. “3..” he walks to your side of the bed, tossing your phone across the room and grabbing your wrists. “It’s really not that hard to listen isn’t it?” he sits on the bed pulling you across his lap.” “Baki stop!” whines heard from left to right, he holds your hands behind your back as he pulls your shorts down revealing those expensive pink laced panties. “Fuck..look at that, so nice and plump for me” he slaps the plump flesh causing you to whimper. “You like that don’t you?” he chuckles at you shaking your head no.

After the 10 spanks he proceeds to take your panties off, releasing the hand he was gripping your hands with. He massages the red plush as you grunt from the pain, eyes getting watery and lips swollen from you biting to hard. “Look at how wet you are, so slutty.” he spreads your cheeks revealing your dripping pussy. You whine in embarrassment trying to cover it with your hands “S-stop baki..” you whine. He pushes your hands away slapping your ass as a sign to stop, he gets his middle finger rubbing your wet slit with one hand still spreading one of your cheeks. “Mmph!” you squirm as he slowly inserts his finger in your tight hole. He hisses at the tightness as he he starts moving slowly, “Enjoying yourself to fast huh.” he grunts. He inserts his ring finger causing a slight burn, he starts at a medium pace and then fast. You start squirming from the pleasure trying to get away. “Stop fucking running and take it, don’t know how your suppose to take this dick if you can’t even take 2 fingers”.

“Baki please! I- can’t fuck-!” you feel your orgasm build up already. Baki always thought it was funny on how you finish so quickly. He chuckles at you struggling to speak as he pulls his pruny fingers out, fingers coated in your juices. “Baki I was so close why-“ he sat you up cutting your words off as he put you in the middle of the bed, turning you on your stomach with your ass in the air. You turn your head back wanting to see what was happening. Baki was taking his black pants staring dead at you turn your head in embarrassment and whimper. Couple seconds later you felt him behind you, dick pressing against your pussy as he grips your hips scooting your closer to him. “Wanna be so fucking impatient and shit, i can teach you to be patient. Your gonna be a good little slut and take this dick, no whining or running. Your gonna take it until a say so.” he orders. “Say yes sir.” you don’t say anything only turning your head to the side staring at the wall.

He pulls your head back causing you to turn your head straight looking at the headboard. “Say yes sir, i’m not gonna say it again.” pulling your hair harder. “F-fuck! Yes sir..” you moan, “So fucking bratty” he lets go of your hair grabbing his shaft and swiping the tip once..then twice against your folds before sliding it into the tight hole. Hissing coming from the both you, “So f-fuckin tight..”. Baki never had a problem of fucking the brat out of you really, you didn’t know he had the balls to do it but here you are. “Mhphm-!…F-fuck!!” wetness and clapping noise echoed in the room.

Slick slick slick!

Mouth wide open with drool spilling out the same mouth that was just talking about. “God damn..” baki mutters, speeding up the pace you knew you weren’t gonna last anytime soon. “I’m cumming!! S-shit shit!!” Pants from left and right coming from the both of you, the two of you were both close. “F-fuck me to-“ before he could finish you were both interrupted by the wave of your climax’s. He slowly thrusts to ride out high as he lets go of your messy hair pulling out. You on the other hand slumped down to the bed with cum oozing out your puffy pussy. “Play with me all you want to, next time I won’t be nicer”

[lolahauri]

Can you do lovesick Sam from sdv? Like the farmer went somewhere for a while and he misses them. Can be nsfw!!

˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Love Sick! Sam HC's:;

-> F/M, Established Relationship, Drabble, Headcanons, Fluff & Smut, (You're Wearing Shorts and A T-Shirt) <- (MDNI)

Summary: You went to Zuzu city to visit your family and friends for three weeks, leaving Sam at home alone. But he's so excited when you finally get back :)

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Literal golden retriever boy.

Practically jumps on you as soon as you open the door, peppering your face in sloppy kisses while he crushes you in a bear-hug.

Only pulls away from the hug cause you couldn't breathe lol.

Helps you unload your bags and suitcases from the car.

Partly because he's just a gentleman, partly because he wants you to get in the house asap.

Does NOT let you unpack though. As soon as your stuff is inside, he's picking you up or dragging you over to the couch so he can cuddle you.

Holds you like a teddy bear and asks all about your trip, resting his face right in front of yours while he lays on his side and hugs you. You're laying on your back.

Looks at you with heart eyes while you talk, just admiring everything about you.

You think he isn't even listening, but don't worry, he is!

He just can't help but stare at your pretty lips and eyes after not seeing them for so long.

Absentmindedly draws shapes on your arm, enjoying the feel of your skin on his fingers.

Offers to make you dinner when you're done talking.

But plans change when you finally notice something pressing against your thigh. ;)

-> Vaginal Sex, Spooning Position, Hickeys, Dry Humping, Groping, Creampie <-

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As soon as you noticed he was hard, you rejected his idea of him cooking for you, saying you wanted to take care of him instead.

He doesn't waste a second taking you up on the offer.

Turns you over onto your side and starts grinding his cock onto your ass, kissing your neck and groping your tits through your shirt at the same time.

One of his hands moves down the front of your shorts as the other makes its way under your shirt.

Makes a few small hickey's on the side of your throat while he finger fucks you.

He's kneading your tits and rubbing your nipples, switching between them so each tit gets some attention.

All while he's rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally dipping his fingers into your cunt to get them nice and soaked.

Hearing your moans and whimpers drives him fucking crazy. His rutting against your ass starts to speed up, bringing him dangerously close to cumming before he's even taken his pants off.

But soon when he hears that you're getting close, his fingers slow to a stop. You don't even have time to whine and complain before he's ripping your shorts off and pulling out his cock as fast as he can.

He goes back to rubbing your clit as he teases his tip at your entrance, pushing himself in just enough for you to feel it, but not enough to help you cum.

You know what he's waiting for, he wants to hear you beg for him.

And you do. Clenching around his tip, you plead for him to just shove it in already, telling him you need him so bad.

Before you can finish your ramblings, he shoves his cock inside you in one motion.

Once he starts thrusting, you both turn into a moaning mess.

You feel his hot breathe on your neck as he whimpers into you between bites and kisses, still kneading your tits and rubbing on your clit.

Before you know it your cumming hard on his cock. Completely soaking him with your juices.

The feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him, mixed with the sound of your heavenly moaning, is making Sam's climax follow right behind yours.

"Ah fuck baby, m'gonna cum in you. Shit, shit, fuck, oh my god-"

He fucks into you a few more times, making sure you're completely stuffed before he pulls out, letting the excess cum pour out of you on down your shaking thighs.

You both lay there tired and panting for a bit.

After a few minutes he helps you up and takes you to the bathroom to shower with him.

You absolutely go for round two in the shower.

Presses your back against the wall, lifts one of your legs around his hip, and fucks you till you can barely stand (again).

But if you're significantly shorter than him, he fully lifts you up and fucks you against the wall, both legs wrapped around his waist while your arms are around his neck.

Once you two are actually clean, you head right to bed.

Big spoons you and holds your hand under the pillow as you both fall asleep. <3

[thecapricunt1616]

Thinking about College Lip again, genuinely ever since @mouseymilkovich came on the scene I’ve been once again shameless obsessed (Thank you mouse🐁 we say in unison)

TLDR: Once again I haven’t been able to watch shameless in a moment - this is all from my memory & tik tok clips & edits I’ve been obsessively watching that I think lip acts. If it’s not perfectly canon, I’m sorry! Feedback is always greatly appreciated but try to keep it kindly constructive as I’m just a girl in the world already having a hard time and writing is my outlet so - I love feedback and constructive criticism but don’t just say something like “wow that part made me cringe” without adding how I should make it better or something. Sorry for rambling & thank you for listening if you did.

But I’m thinking how pissed he would be if you were good friends/fuck buddies, and he found out that a professor was being creepy with you

(Warnings for BTC: Creepy teachers (power imbalance), Mentions of sexual harassment, Angry!Lip, Drunk Lip )

Okay so I imagine you’re sitting in his dorm one day, talking about the weirdest things that have happened in college. Lip had told you he had fucked one of his professors but called it off, and you laughed -

“No fucking way!!! Professor Simmons literally held me back after class one day and told me if I wanted a better grade on my last essay I could suck his dick!” Shaking your head at the stupid memory and taking a swig of lukewarm beer he had given you hours ago.

“Wait- huh?” He asked, tone now much more serious. You just shrugged, smile fading a bit. Suddenly you felt almost…judged? By the way his lips curled into a bit of a frown when you said that, his brows knitting together in that classic Lip way, ever angry. You’d teased him that he reminded you of the ‘Anger Emotion’ from inside out that you’d taken him to see with Liam over spring break.

“I- I didn’t do it - like- ew!” You laughed nervously, eyes flicking to your lap, cheeks feeling suddenly hot, and your mouth feeling dry. “Hes…so gross- you thought I would like- do that?!” You asked defensively.

“No- what the fuck? Why the fuck would I be questioning you?! That motherfucker is- is married, Tink! And old as fuckin’ dirt!” His voice raises slightly to drive his point home. The use of that nickname, Tink, short for Tinkerbell. He had started calling you it after you wore a dark green mini skirt and brown turtleneck to class one day, the name was quite perfect for you considering your small stature and affinity for short skirts like the cartoon fairy.

You shrugged, picking at your nails and nibbling on the inside of your lip. “I didn’t let ‘em touch me- only you do that. “ you muttered, feeling embarrassed and small now that you felt as if you’d made him worry after you, like he didn’t think you could take care of yourself. He grabbed your chin, making you look at him - his glazed over eyes told you he’d already finished his 7th beer without even having to look at the nightstand.

“Good- cause if he did?” He said softly “I’d fuckin kill em” he assured you, brushing his thumb over your cheek, before pulling you to his chest and wrapping his arms around you, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed softly, nuzzling your face in his neck and inhaling the scent of his spicy cologne, and the stale smell of Marlboro cigarettes that stuck to his skin and clothes permanently. “M’sorry- didn’t mean to make you upset” you said gently, wrapping your leg around his frame and gently kissing his tanned skin, even though he was staunchly Irish - summer did the gallaghers well, maybe not Ian, or Debbie- or, Frannie… but the rest of them, sure.

“What did I say about the sorrys, kid?” He squeezes your ass firmly, before giving you a light spank that caused you to giggle a bit.

“Ok! Ok I’m not sorry, s-“ you stop yourself and he looks down at you with a smirk to which you scrunch your nose and smile big “soooooo not sorry “ you correct yourself and he chuckled, shaking his head and grabbing his beer, finishing it off.

The next time you heard from Lip was the following night, at 4 am. On an unknown number. You woke up in your dorm to your phone ringing and didn’t even bother looking at the name before sliding it to answer, knowing no one in their right mind that didn’t know you would call you so late. “Yeah?” You said groggily into the phone.

“Heyyyyy, Tinker” Lip said into the phone and that woke you up fully.

“Lip- what’s wrong?” You said concerned, knowing he would never be calling you so late unless he was in some kind of trouble.

“I uhhh” he slurred, obviously drunk. “I think I got myself expelled? Dunno…can you pick me up? Just go to my house- tell Fiona I’m locked up. I need 800- she’s gonna give it to you. Make sure you take Ian with you I don’t want you gettin robbed- tell er’ T’take it from the squirrel fund- been stockin’ it f’this shit just in case. ” he explained, of course breaking to hiccup drunkenly.

You quickly stood, pulling sweatpants over your spandex shorts and pulling a hoodie on. “What did you do?! Lip! What the hell how will I survive Trig without you!” You said worriedly, putting on your messenger bag quickly and holding tour pepper spray in one hand ready to pull as you rushed out the door.

“I dunno!! I’ll tutor you, Tink! Just come get me. M’stuck with this guy that smells like a fuckin sewer.” He groaned.

“Of course I’m coming! I’ll see you soon - don’t get yourself shanked!” You hung up, frustratedly beginning your walk to the L

You were shivering by the time you were pounding on the Gallaghers door, finally Fiona opens the door “WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT!!!” She screamed on her way down the stairs, and when she opened the door to see you shivering there in a hoodie and sweatpants in the 30 degree fall weather her expression softened.

“What’s wrong with Lip?” She asked, pulling you inside and grabbing a blanket “Jesus- Tink! Your lips are nearly fuckin blue!” She wrapped you up, taking your trembling hands and pulling them to her lips, warming your icy fingers with her warm breath.

“He- he’s in jail? I think? He said s-something about a fund, squirrel fund? Bail is 800 and he said to- to take Ian so I don’t get robbed for it.” You stuttered due to your teeth chattering, and being catcalled and followed for 2 blocks on your walk to their house.

“Okay- yeah. Fuck. What did he say he did?” She tugs you to the kitchen, pulling an old Twinkie box from under the sink and pulling out a huge wad of cash, beginning to count out $800. Your eyes widened, shrugging and mouth dropping as she shoves it into an old IRS ‘OPEN IMMEDIATELY’ envelope before folding it in half and shoving it in her bra and screaming

“IANNNNNNNNN! IAN! GET UP!! YOUR BROTHER IS IN JAIL!”

You flinched a bit at her sudden outburst, and there is pounding footsteps down the stairs “what did he do?” The redhead asks and Fiona shrugs

“What the fuck did he do, Tink?!” Fiona asks again and you shrugged quickly, shaking your head confused

“He- he said he was gonna be expelled?! I don’t know- I- he just- he called and said to come here and that Ian could protect me- and- and he gets really angry I don’t want him to be angry if you come with us-“

She cuts you off and holds her hand up

“He’s not gonna take it out on you he fuckin knows me. Ian go tell Debbie to watch Liam. I need to find fucking pants” she muttered heading over to the large laundry pile on the kitchen floor and digging through it as Ian raced back upstairs to do what he had been instructed.

Fiona thankfully drove you 3 to the police station, thankful for a warm car instead of taking the late night train. When you got inside the station, she thankfully took over.

“Gallagher? Phillip- Lip- Lip Gallagher- here-“ she drops the envelope in the little box that went behind the window. The woman looks at the three of us, then the envelope, then the computer.

“Phillip?” She repeated, unenthused and Fiona nodded quickly. “That’ll be 800, I’m assuming -“ she picked up the crinkled, (slightly sweat damp envelope) that Fiona had tossed into the box “this-“ she holds it up by her bright red acrylic nails like it was diseased

“S’all there!” Fiona nods and smiles kindly, likely hoping her kind demeanor would cause the woman to take pity on us.

“Let me just- count this” the woman opened her drawer, pulling out a pair of black latex gloves and snapping them over her hands before pulling the envelope open and counting out the cash, popping it in the drawer and printing a ticket. “RON!!!” She screeched.

An overweight, brunette man is startled awake behind her sitting in a rolling chair and jumping slightly when he was called. “Huh?! I’m awake!” He barked defensively. Ian and I look at eachother, with a ‘are they fucking kidding?!’ Look

“Gallagher! Paid bail. Cut ‘em” she said and went back to scrolling on Facebook.

You followed the large man when he beckoned you all, back to a cell where Lip was curled up to himself on the bench, arms crossed over his tummy and head to his knees protectively while he dozed.

“GALLAGHER!” The man barks, causing Lip to jump with a startled snore. When he saw you his expression softened, jumping up and rushing to the bars, reaching for you. You gave him a hug as the oaf got the cell unlocked.

“Quit scarin’ me like this, Lip” you mumbled into his greasy cigarette stale curls.

You got Lip back to the Gallagher house, helping him up the stairs to his room and setting him on the bed. He was utterly exhausted, nearly so drunk he was passed out. So you went down to the kitchen, and made him a double pack of beef ramen and came back upstairs, giving it to him to eat and distract him while you tended to his wounds.

He nearly burnt a hole in his throat wolfing it down, hissing and trying to swat your hands away when you cleaned the beer bottle glass from the gash In his forehead. Through mumbles and coaxing kisses you’d found that he hunted down the same Professor Simmons that beckoned you for a blowie in turn for a better grade - and nearly beat him to death.

After he’d told his wife what he did- she begged him that if they didn’t press charges- she wouldn’t go to the police for the assault and Lip agreed. As awful as it was to have your somewhat situationship bleeding in front of you - it made your clit throb slightly that he went out of his way and nearly ruined his life in your honor. Like some kind of fucking knight in shining Armour.

The next morning, lip woke up to yet another throbbing headache, atop of a dislocated nose, and a nearly bitten through tongue that made him wince when he barely even swallowed. “Open” you beckon gently, already having been awake for hours, changing his bandages and ever-so carefully tending to his wounds.

He doesn’t even try to open his bruised black eye, not even caring to know what happened to him and weakly opens his mouth.

“You gotta learn when to call it quits, Gallagher” you said gently as you placed 3 extra strength Tylenol on his tongue and gave him a mouthful of water to swallow it down.

A/N P2: I know this isn’t my usual MO? I am sorry haha. I wanted to try writing something sweet and angsty. Sorry I just wanted to try something new! LMK if you liked it, xoxo- Capri ❤️

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Can you do an imagine where jack’s wife (reader) and kids are at the game when he gets hurt and then after when they bring him home?? A little angst ending in lots of fluff

a/n: y'all i am not good at writing an angry jack because all i can think of when i see him is just a small bean

Your heart was in your throat when Jack went down on the ice, the hit had been a hard one and you knew Jack well enough to know that if he was staying down it was because he was hurt. But you also were trying to not react too much because you had your six year old daughter and your one year old son with you.

Your daughter especially was at the age where she started to question certain things and she picked up on emotions really well. So even if you weren’t reacting she knew something was wrong with her dad but you had to stay calm to keep her calm. “Mommy..is daddy okay?” She asked and you nodded your head. “Daddy is okay, the doctor is just going to check him.” You told her as he skated off the ice.

It didn’t take long until someone who worked for the team found you, and you were sure it was because Jack had sent them which was a pretty good indication this game was done for him. Your stomach was in knots as you held onto your one year old and your six year old. The minute Jack came out of the locker room you could tell he was pissed which meant the news really wasn’t good.

Your daughters hand slipped from yours as she ran up to Jack “Daddy!!” She exclaimed forgetting all her nervousness from earlier and just excited to see him. “Not right now little bug.” He told her as he placed a gentle hand on her head, leading her back to you. “Let’s go home.” He told you, his voice rough which only made that pit in your stomach grow more.

You hated when Jack was upset. When you got to the car the both of you helped strap the little ones to their car seats and then you went towards the drivers seat “I’ll drive.��� You told him and immediately a frown grew on his lips. “I’m literally fine, stop treating me like I’m going to break.” He snapped at you out of nowhere. “Jack, I’m not doing this right now. Get in the car.”

It was a clear warning and you were just happy he listened and went to his side. Once you got home you didn’t say another word to Jack, instead you got started on the kids bedtime routine which included baths. This alone took what felt like forever with the two of them and without Jacks help it only felt like it took longer.

But once your one year old was down for bed you moved onto your six year old and in between all of this Luke had shown up to check on his brother. Your daughter before you could convince her otherwise had walked over to Jack. “Daddy can you read me a story tonight?” And with a shake of his head Jack responded “Not tonight.” And with that your six year old returned to you disappointed.

Once you had her in bed you could hear the faint conversation Jack was having with Luke and it didn’t sound great. The last thing you heard was Luke mutter to his brother “You don’t have to be such an ass.” Before you heard your front door shut. “Mommy will be back, pick out a book.” And with those words you went and found Jack.

Your husband sat at the kitchen counter, his head in his hands and your heart sank once again. You walked over to him, your arms wrapping around him and you could feel him soften under your touch. “Your brother isn’t wrong but I get why you’re upset.” You whispered to him. “I’m sorry, baby.” And you could tell it was a genuine apology and that finally everything was catching up to him.

“I just hate letting the team down and you guys.” He whispered to you. “Well right now you have a six year old upstairs who just wants her dad to read her a story.” You reminded him and he just nodded his head. “You’re her hero, Jack. Just remember that next time.” And with those words you saw something shift in Jack and you knew that tonight wouldn’t be repeated again.

[gingerjunhan]

boyfriend headcannons - goo gunil

☆彡 I felt burnt out after working on an essay all day, so what did I do? Went to my dorm and wrote some more! I’ve seen other blogs do little series like this with groups, so I wanted to give it a try! I hope you all enjoy!

word count: 777 | pronouns used: they/them | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: reader is called “beautiful,” cringe moments /pos, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death (in a joking way), my delulu thoughts, all caps, lmk if I missed anything else!

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Gunil strikes me as they type of boyfriend that would try to make your life feel like a rom-com

he definitely strikes me as one of the more romantic ones in the group, but probably in a more goofy way than Jungsu or Seungmin would be (but more on that later)

yes he’s buying you flowers every time he passes a flower stand

yes he leaves those cheesy little notes about how beautiful and perfect you are in your lunch that you take to school or work

yes he reminds you every day that you’re quite literally the light of his life and he wouldn’t be the same person without you

but I truly believe this man can get weird

like, very very strange

in the most endearing way… he’s cringe

let’s unpack that

starting off strong:

“Good morning sunshine!”

some find that cringe, but I’m kicking my feet so 🧍🏻‍♀️

the pet names… oh god the pet names

I know I have a whole fic on this topic already but I feel the need to say more for Gunil

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “sweetums”

“precious”

I’m sorry but he gives me “bubs”/“bubby” vibes

listen I don’t hate that one as much as other people okay hear me out

“angel” probably happens on rare occasions

I could go on

he may be cringe but he is free!

but it’s okay because you totally call him silly names back

you love him no matter what

you know who else loves him?

your parents

he’s shaking hands and being overly friendly, and your parents are eating it up!!!!

let's say you bring him over for dinner:

“You have such a lovely home!”

“Do you need help with anything? I can set the table!”

“The meal was amazing. (Y/N) clearly didn’t get their cooking skills from you!”

“Gunil what the hell-“

the next time your parents invite him over he definitely shows up with dessert, wine, a side dish, something

he 100% gets the parental stamp of approval 👍🏻

okay I’m sorry but we need to talk about Gunil and intimacy keeping it G y’all c’mon now

he :(( is the sweetest :(((( ever :(

he knows he’s strong so he tries to be so gentle with you

if you want him to hold you tight he absolutely will

but Gunil strikes me as a soft intimacy type of guy!!

soft, calming, long hugs

sweet compliments whispered between you during a cuddle secession

cuddle secessions :(

if he doesn’t cuddle with you before bed he literally acts like he’s on the brink of death

gently holding your hand at almost all times

like I’ve said, I think Gunil likes PDA

so he’s got a grip on your hand at all times in public

I also think that Gunil would be the type to wash your hair for you

I’m melting right now

imagine it like,,,, oh my god

Gunil knows you’ve been stressed and he can see how hard you’re working and how much the stress is affecting you so he offers to help you relax

he runs a nice bath for you

lights a few candles

and then if you’re comfortable with it he’s right by your side, absolutely pampering you and washing your hair :(

can we tell that he’s been bias wrecking me really really hard lately? yes? okay

but these gentle moments don’t last forever

he’s you’re hype man all the time every day

“You look so good baby! I love your outfit today! C’mon, give me a spin- OH MY GOSH youlooksogood!”

gives you those hugs where he gets really excited and picks you up and spins you in circles

Gunil definitely gives me the vibe that he would totally put his full body weight on you if you wanted him to

just *plop*

okay okay so we all know how Gunil is the only member of xh who can drive yes?

do you think he like,, does the thing? 🤭 when he puts the car in reverse? 🤭 because guys I think he does 🤭

I’m a firm believer in the fact that Gunil would quite literally be the most perfect man on the face of the earth (totally unbiased opinion!)

he always encourages you to try new things- even if they scare you- and always reach for your goals!!

he’s so supportive and full of love for you and he’s gonna be by your side every step of the way and MAN I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH—

final closing thought but imagine sitting on his lap while he teaches you how to play drums EEE okay I need to stop

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Can the child within my heart rise above?

Lilette Suarez x fem! reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, biiiit of angst

The last of these age regression fics (for Auli’i’s characters)

Lilette has been on edge all morning. You knew something definitely happened last night after you dropped her off. In the desk next to you, there she was, bouncing her leg and picking at her nails. You squinted at her, concerned. 

“Lil.” You leaned over, tapping her shoulder. She jumped, almost letting out a yelp. Her head snapped towards your direction and looked at you. Her eyes…they told you she was anxious. 

“You okay?” You asked quietly.

“No.” She admits. 

“Do you wanna leave?” 

“Can’t.” She mumbled, “Just got here.” 

“I mean, go home. To my place.” 

“Why?”

“Lil, do you need to go home?” You asked again, tone even softer, a hand on her forearm. 

“No.” She insisted. 

You knew something was going to go wrong, but you didn’t want to push her too much harder. You didn’t want to make things worse. But you were also worried— Lilette has never declined going home early, especially since you knew that she age regresses. Of course you’d become more vigilant about her, overall. Just so that she wouldn’t slip into the headspace in public. She tends to be pretty violent when regressed— temper tantrums, meltdowns, the works. Stuff gets thrown, even clothes make her feel overstimulated. You knew that, you wanted to avoid that happening in public and ensure that she has a safe space to get through it. That would be exceptionally hard to do in school. 

Some months ago, you managed to get some of her classes swapped out for her safety. Now she had most of her classes with you, if not, Simon. 

With every period, Lilette seemed to be more and more out of sorts. Her focus became worse with each hour. By lunchtime, she was on the verge of tears. “Lilette.” You took her wrist, forcing her to look at you, “Listen to me. I’m taking you home.”

“No.” 

You bit back a sigh, sternly, you repeated yourself, “I am going to take you home. Now. You need to be home, okay? I don’t want you to be here and hurting yourself because you’re making yourself not feel what you need to feel.” 

Simon handed her backpack to you, smiling kindly. “I’ll come by later with snacks?” He smiled hopefully. 

There it was, that little glint in her eyes that let you know she was fighting the urge to regress. Excited, she nods. And finally, she agreed to let you take her home. The school was aware of this circumstance— to an extent. So they let her leave early when needed. And you too. Obviously, it was a necessary thing to let them know as well. You couldn’t just disappear along with her. 

She sat in the front with you on the drive home, like always. But, she could barely sit still. You placed your hand on her thigh, “Baby, close your eyes. Deep breaths.”

She does so like you asked, you knew how hard she was trying. But it was a little too late for a complete avoidance of a meltdown. She’d masked for too long. You two were usually in your room by 11am. Now it was past 12:30 in the afternoon already. Anyway, you had parked your car in the driveway. Well, the car was barely stopped but Lilette was already unbuckling her seatbelt and ready to get out. You sigh, “Sweetie.” That was a warning and she was aware, she just didn’t want to listen, “I told you not to get out of the car until it’s fully parked.”

Obviously, without your keys, she couldn’t get inside. So she stomped her way up to the porch and had to wait for you to catch up. You were already rushing because you knew a meltdown was literal minutes away, maybe even sooner. Once you unlocked the front door, Lilette ran upstairs to your bedroom and plopped onto the bed. A few seconds later, she was face down and wailing into your mattress. You slowly sat down next to her, “Lilette. I’m gonna get you a change of clothes, okay? You wanna pick out your pyjamas?”

“No.” She mumbled, shaking her head. 

You’ve been stressed out too, and as much as you wanted to put in your 100% of effort to care for her, her tantrum was making things more difficult. Your mind was racing, or maybe it felt like it was going to explode. You set down the pyjamas that she chose more often and kept the other one back in your closet. 

“Lilette.” You patted her on the back, then caressed it as if to soothe her, “Baby, sit up please. Let me help you get changed. I know that shirt doesn’t feel nice.” 

She doesn’t budge at first but nearly kicked you off the bed. You have no idea why it was so bad this time. That was it, that did it for you, you got away from her and shut her inside your room, “Fine, do it yourself if you’re gonna choose to kick me.” 

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There was tightening in your chest as you ran out of your room. Lilette was the complete opposite now compared to her usual self. You were all too familiar with it, and why. But when things like that happen, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of anxiety. Maybe it was fear too, when she got to the point of needing to release her emotions through physical violence. You’ve learnt to leave her alone in a safe space when you couldn’t get through to her. As tough as that was initially, it was best for the both of you. You wound up in the living room, curled up on the end of the couch. A sigh left your lips, shaky. A painful feeling formed in your throat…that dreaded lump. Your breathing gets ragged, the tightness in your chest was wounding up so tight you thought your ribs might crack. You couldn’t cry, you couldn’t do that right now. Lilette needed you. She needed you to take care of her.

A few deep breaths later, you decided to swallow your tears and just lay there until you were certain Lilette was calm. You checked on her about twenty minutes later and it was silent in your room. She was asleep— changed into the pyjamas you’ve laid out for her, too. The outfit she was wearing at school was already in the hamper. A sigh of relief comes as you walked up to her and pulled the blanket to cover her properly…you couldn’t have her getting cold, the weather was changing. Leaving the door of your room ajar, you took this time to shower and freshen up. During which, you finally let the floodgates open and cry. It felt good to finally let go of the pent up stress from school, and your work. You didn’t have to have that gloomy cloud hanging over your head anymore. While waiting for Lilette to wake up and school to let out, you started working on the homework you had in your bag already. 

You were so deep in thought, you didn’t realise that Lilette had woken up. Not until you heard the creak of the stairs behind you. You saw her climbing back upstairs quietly, then you felt that tug in your heart. Did she need something? Did she call for you and you didn’t hear her? Your phone screen lit up and the device buzzed, snapping you out of your head. It was Simon informing you that he was on his way. You quickly replied to him then trudged upstairs hurriedly to check on Lilette. 

She was sitting at your desk, colouring in a sheet — Strawberry Shortcake. You got that colouring book for her because she was begging for it at the store. You pushed the door open softly, knuckles knocking against the solid material, “Sweetie.”

She turned to look at you, her hand stopped moving as it held onto a red colour pencil. “How are you feeling?” You asked carefully. 

“I’m okay now.”  Lilette answered your question in a similar tone, but you could hear the underlying tense tone. She was scared that you’d be angry. “I’m sorry.” She inhaled deeply, putting the pencil down and then turning her body to face you completely. 

“I should have listened to you.” She carried on, “You knew what was best for me. But I nearly hurt you.” 

Tears brimmed at her eyes so quickly, making you gasp. You rushed over to her and crouched down, holding onto her hands, “It’s okay, baby. You didn’t hurt me.” 

“I could’ve.” She whispered, “That’s wrong, and scary. You were just trying to help me but I couldn’t control myself.”

“I know how hard you tried.” Your thumb brushes over her knuckles, you brought her hand to your lips and pressed a tender little kiss to her soft skin. “You’re always trying your best, honey. I know that. We’re okay, hm?”

Her face eased up, brows no longer furrowed. But she squints at you for a second, “Oh, no. Did you cry? Your eyes are red.”

You blinked, then nodded, “Lil bit.” 

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, squeezing your hands. 

“I know, I know you are, honey.” Stroking her tear-stained cheek, you still couldn’t help but smile getting to see her face. Lilette always made you smile no matter how hard the day’s been. “We’re okay. You’re okay, huh? Look at us. We always do our best and get through the day, right? We have each other.” 

She nodded silently, still holding onto your hands, “Can I give you a hug?” 

“Of course, chula.” You stood up and led her by the hand over to your bed. You sat her down in your lap and let her hug you. Her chin rests on your shoulder, her arms around you tightening. The pressure was comforting. So very comforting. 

“I love you.” She sniffled. 

“I love you too, sweetie.” You rubbed her back, “I love you so much.” 

When Simon arrived, he did more colouring with Lilette while you walked into the backyard to sit, sipping on a mug of your favourite tea. You needed some actual downtime now that things between you and Lilette were sorted out. You nodded off for awhile, but you woke up to a throw blanket draped over your front. 

You took the blanket with you and re-entered the house. Simon and Lilette were in the kitchen, cooking dinner and giggling. “Hey, guys.”  You greeted. 

“Hey!” Simon looked up from the pot on the stove, “Okay, pour that cheese in there, Lil.”

“Kay.” Lilette nodded eagerly, following his instruction pouring the bowl of shredded cheese into the macaroni. 

“What’re you guys making?”

“Well, this girl wanted to make you your favourite.” Simon arched a brow, “Mac and cheese with broccoli and I mostly did the grilled chicken.” 

“I helped.” She smiled. 

“You sure did.” You went up to her after putting down the blanket, kissing her on the cheek. She giggled, “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“I did, baby. I did.” You were still smiling. 

“Good, sit down!” She grins.

“Yep.” Simon nodded, “Dinner is served, my friends.” 

“Thanks for making dinner.” You told him, “And keeping Lilette company.” 

“Of course. We all need a little break. It was nothing.” Simon placed the pot in the middle of the table then laid out three bowls. Lilette hands you a spoon, then one to Simon.

“Thank you~” You said to her while pulling out the chair next to you, “Sit down with me, chula.” 

“Are you guys coming to school tomorrow?”

“Maybe not. We’ll see how we are in the morning. But we will let you know.” You answered, stirring the spoon around in your bowl before eating a mouthful. 

“Sure.” He hummed, “You guys want something to drink?” 

You stood up before he could, “I’ll— I’ll do it. Simon, you’ve already made dinner.” 

Dinner was amazing, a much needed hangout too. He had to go home soon after dinner since he had a curfew, but you were also glad to be alone with Lilette again. You knew she felt safe around Simon to stay regressed, but it was always a little different just you and her. It allowed you to be more affectionate, something you didn’t really prefer to be like around other people no matter how close you were with them.

“You want some ice cream, baby?”

“Yeah, please.” She stood right behind you, her front flush against you as she held onto your hand. You chuckled, saying, “Take your pick.”

She tugs on your hand, “Can we make sundaes?”

“Of course!” You agreed excitedly, “You wanna take out the flavours of ice cream you want? I’ll go grab the toppings from the pantry.”

“Okay.” She replied, grabbing the pints of chocolate and vanilla ice cream from the freezer and placed them on the island. Once you put the various toppings down, you set down two bowls and some spoons.

Okay well, this day wasn’t too bad after all. It had its rough moments, but like you said, you and Lilette had each other. And because of that, you two would be just fine.

Other than the fact that Lilette was a little too hyper after the sugar consumption. “I think that’s enough caramel sauce for you tonight.” You bit back a laugh and closed the lid of the sauce bottle, promptly keeping it back in the fridge.

“Aww.” She sulked.

“Hey, we gotta go to bed sometime tonight. Hopefully soon.” You sat down next to her again, finishing up your dessert.

She laughs, “Of course we do. We need sleep.”

“Yes we do, sweetie.” You laughed as well, “Let’s finish up here then let’s go to my room, how about that?”

She agrees, gleefully swinging her feet briefly as she sat on the barstool and enjoyed the remainder of her slightly soupy ice cream. At last, she was curled up against your side, arm wrapped around your midriff. “Sleepy yet?”

“No,” She pouted.

“Are you bluffing?” You teased.

“No.” Lilette repeated.

“Okay, okay.” You kissed the top of her head. “Two more episodes then we’re gonna get ready for bed.”

“Okay.” She tells you, “I promise. Thank you.”

“What for?” You ask, mindlessly rubbing her back.

“Taking care of me,” She mumbles, “Thank you. You really help me so much.”

“I’m always gonna be here, sweetie. We promised. Right?”

“Right.” She laughs breathily, sneaking a kiss to your cheek.

You laughed a little harder, unsuspecting of the little surprise. “Aw.”

“Aw.” She mocked.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You joked.

She gasped dramatically, “I am? Wow.” It was an innocent, silly exclamation. It was endearing. It made your heart melt into a puddle.

“Oh, you are, my love. So, so cute.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more, Lilette.”

“No, I do.” She giggled.

“Oh, yeah? Are you sure?”

Lilette grins, “Yeah.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?”

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It’s who I am

*A/n ~ I have a few one shots planned out that are more angst themed but I thought I'd try get some fluff in this one. Enjoy*

Prompt~ reader attends Nevermore with Larissa, Morticia and Gomez. Parent's weekend had arrived when reader decides to come out to their parents and effectively the rest of Nevermore.

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"Y/n! Are you even listening to me?" Your mother snapped. It was parent's weekend at Nevermore. Most of the students were so excited for the weekend. You however were dreading it. Your parents and yourself always had a rocky relationship. It only became more strained when your abilities began to show themselves. Your parents were afraid you'd manipulate them due to being able to communicate with your mind and emotions. It was just another thing that made you imperfect. You could never reach their expectations of you no matter how hard you tried. Since arriving at Nevermore you hadn't spoke to either of your parents. They had quite literally dumped you on the drive and left. At the start you felt abandoned and confused but Nevermore soon became a safe heaven for you.

With a quick glance around the quad you soon caught sight of your secret girlfriend. Larissa Weems. See you'd always knew you felt different but with her, everything just feels right. For the first time in your life your loved, accepted and wanted as yourself. Larissa never wanted you to be anyone but yourself. You may be young but you knew one day you'd marry her. Your forever home for the beating organ in your chest. Nevermore had taken the news of you and Larissa extremely well. But telling your parents? That was the hard part.

"Sorry mother, just thinking." You managed to mutter out in reply to her jab.

"Y/n I found you the perfect boy back home. He will over look this unfortunate curse you have. He wants to marry you as soon as you can y/n. Isn't this exciting! Your last chance to prove your not a disappointment" She happily babbled away gushing about this new piece of news. You just sat there dumbfounded. Your own mother was attempting to marry you off? Unfortunate curse? What?

"I- uh what?" Was all you managed to stutter out nervously messing with the ring on your right hand.

"God y/n! It's pardon not what! So rude. You'll have to fix that before you come back to marry Max. You will need to be a proper lady." She retorted back at you. You couldn't help but sit there and wonder what drug she had taken? How could this make sense in her head.

Your hands were shaking and your leg was involuntarily bouncing you couldn't help the rage that bubbled up inside you. With a shaky breath your words just flew out. "Mother! I will not be marrying max or any man for the matter. Mother I'm gay. And yes I know what you'll say. I know I'm a disappointment. I know I'm not the perfect princess you wanted me to be. But this is who I am. And I won't change to make you happy. If you can't love me for me then just leave. I have an amazing relationship and I'm so happy at Nevermore. I finally have a home where I belong. So please either be quiet on the situation or leave."

The loud crack of flesh meeting flesh rang through the quad. Tears immediately sprang in your eyes as your hand came to cradle the now red cheek. The smack had most definitely got the attention of those around you and you could feel the embarrassment rising. You're eyes sought out those beautiful blue eyes the ones that were those of your lovers.

"How dare you speak to me in such a manner. Such a fucking disgrace. We are leaving! Don't come back till your normal" and with that your mother turned on her heal leaving with your father not even bothering to spare you a glance as he followed. Not being able to take the looks of pity you quickly darted away from the quad and to your dorm that you shared with your girlfriend. Tears were flowing freely as you found your self crashing onto Larissa's bed nose nuzzled into her pillow allowing the scent to surround you. Her pillow would be soaked but you didn't care you just needed her. It was a secret that only you knew but Larissa loved to wear comfortable clothes in the safety of your dorm so you reached for the hoodie that she would wear to bed every night and brought it to your chest.

How could your parents say those things? They were meant to love you? Why didn't they love you? Why aren't you enough? God why can't you just be you? She hit you. The shock of that had finally wore off but the embarrassment remained. Using your girlfriends scent you attempted to ground yourself. They were gone. You were safe. Here in your room on your girlfriends bed no one would hurt you. You'd be okay. Eyelashes fluttering shut as your body finally gave into the exhaustion your emotions had caused.

Feather light fingers danced up and down your spine rousing you from your sleep. Absentmindedly nuzzling into what you assumed was Larissa'a pillow you murmured quietly adjusting to the world of the living.

"Hi my darling girl. You're okay. Im here and I won't leave you y/n. I'm sorry baby I know today has been hard but we can stay here like this for as long as you need to okay? I - I love you y/n" she whispered into your hair. Hands instantly tightening around you when she felt the sobs wrecking through your body. All she could do was hold you. Nothing would take away the pain of what you had experienced today. But she'd be damned if she didn't try.

"Baby? Look at me?" The blonde gently moved you so you could see her, "I'm so proud to call your my girlfriend and I hope you know that you're absolutely perfect sweetheart. Never change. You'll always be my y/n."

Starring into the eyes you knew you could just get lost in and be content you assessed her expressions and you knew she meant every word. You'd be okay with her.

"I love you Rissa" was all you managed to mumble out.

"Oh my baby I love you too now let's enjoy our cuddle mhm?" Upon hearing that you nuzzled more into her neck. Yes everything would be okay as long as you had your Rissa.

Word count ~ 1110

*A/n | not my best one shot but we love comforting Larissa. See you next time"

[toomuchracket]

okayyyy hear me out. d word matty sick fic either before or in the early days of them getting together officially. matty spotting u at work Clearly unwell and having to physically drag you out, insisting all the while ur fine despite yacking in the work toilet like 5 minutes prior. confiscating your laptop so you cant try go answer emails. dodging ur attempts at work chat for the next couple days as ur getting better

oh yes ok so you're like right on the cusp of dating matty - you've hung out a couple of times and it's been sweet but platonic and quite frankly you're both desperate to see each other more often and more seriously. which makes it all the more awkward when you take ill at work and he clocks it - he rocks up like 2 hours after you start to find you sitting at your desk, skin greying a little bit, wearing your cardigan and denim jacket indoors yet still shivering, despite it being literally early june. and he's immediately side-eyeing like "you alright, sweetheart?", to which you're like "mhmm just chilly", and matty's like "hmm ok"; it's a tuesday and it's really quiet in the office, so he sets up his laptop at another desk nearby and keeps an eye on you while he responds to emails and whatnot, unconvinced that you're actually alright. and he's right to think that and be concerned - you're visibly shaky walking over to file something, and then at one point without warning you clap your hand over your mouth and run to the bathroom. when you come back, looking horrid, matty's like "you're not alright, darlin', i think you should just go home", and you're shaking your head like "nope it's fine i'm fine i'll stay. i think i just ate something weird a couple of days ago. no big deal", but literally three seconds later a wave of nausea hits you so hard that you have to grab the bin from under your desk in case you throw up again; you don't, but it's enough for matty to put his foot down and say "nope, i'm giving you a lift home right now". and you're like "no really it's fine. if i have to go i'll just get the tube" and matty's aghast like "you're going to get the tube when you feel like shit? do you want to fucking die? come on, babe". he's got a point - the thought of puking on the tube is a horrible one - but you're still like "i just don't want to inconvenience you, matty. and also, like, what if i yosh in your car? that would be awful", and matty says "you're never an inconvenience to me, sweetheart, really. just want to make sure you're ok". you swear his eyes soften when he says that, and your heart flutters as the two of you smile sweetly at each other - the moment ends quickly, though, as you double over with a stomach cramp and matty's like "actually, maybe bring that bin with you to the car, just in case", before he helps you gather up your shit and ushers you out to his car. you tell him your address (you're quite excited and a bit relieved to hear him say "oh, that's not too far from me! this is the way i'd drive home anyway, babe. and we're on the same train line"), and thus begins the journey; it takes slightly longer than expected because of roadworks and traffic, which matty repeatedly apologises for, but you're both secretly grateful for the extra time spent together, listening to one of matty's insane playlists and chatting, so much so that you actually feel sad when he turns onto your street.

he parks outside your house and carries your bag to the door for you sweetly; less sweetly, though, he does make you forfeit your laptop "so you can't sneak on and work while you're meant to be getting better. don't you try to argue, sweetheart, i know what you're like". you blush at that, which makes matty giggle - after that, he hugs you and kisses your head, running back to his car before you can even react to the affection and promising to check in with you later. and he does; he calls you after dinner that night to see how you're feeling, and you can hear him rolling his eyes when you say "good. haven't eaten, but i've stopped puking, at least. should be fine to come to work tomorrow". matty's like "oh my god please just focus on feeling better, babe, work can wait. in fact, i'm putting a moratorium on work chat. tell me what you thought of my playlist in the car instead", which makes you laugh, and the conversation is just unprofessional after that. he even pops round with flowers on his way home from work the next day - you berate him for going out of his way just to see you, but you're very touched that he would (and lowkey mortified that this is how he's seeing the flat for the first time, you being an invalid). when you tell matty as much (not the bit about the flat), he blushes and shrugs like "like i said, sweetheart, you're on my route home. and i like seeing you, and talking to you" - he takes a nervous drink of his tea and then says "maybe we should start commuting to work together, once you're feeling better. makes sense, if we live near each other. and i know my mornings would be better if you were the first person i saw after i woke up". you smile back just as shyly like "i'd like that. get you on the half 8 train tomorrow?", and matty's like "it's a date" <3

[trainingdummyrabbit]

actually it was bothering me that i couldn't remember any of them so my favorites. i would like your thoughts on them

OUGHHG TWO OF THEM.... iwill try my best boss!! o7

[Fragments from Somewhere] SHE IS LITERALLY SO COOL YALL JUST DONT GET HER. OK.

Design- i love her design to Death ok. literally everything to me. the hooded cloak, the black and white scribbles, the pop of color. cute little ribbon and shadowed face like a black hole. the doinker is CHARMING yall are just COWARDS!!!!!!!! also Big Fuckig Spear. she looks straight out of a storybook and it means the entire world and more to me, especially considering how fragments is. id kill for a cool comfy cloak like that. yall dont UNDERSTAND.

Theme- listen. im always a sucker for not-quite-human things trying their fucking damndest to be understood and not quite getting there. the neurodivergent experience, or somethingk. fragments i love you so much. its about the inherent isolation, the desire to reach out, yet in trying only pushing them away even further. (only tangenially related to angela aswell, the decision that the best way to communicate when words wont do being settled as song... something as innocent as singing, to the mournful wail of the lonely. ok 👍)

this ones harder t split because of how it ties in both, but the fact that she is completely faceless without the use of something like a mask REALLY drives home that Alien-like feeling. the idea that shes something Incomprehensible, something that doesnt quite belong here. the scribbly image invoking the image of something like a childs drawing, looking not unlike some sort of knight or hero, yet contrasted by its gentle flowy look almost like a wanderer's cloak... grabs and SHAKES. the antenna adorned with a heart, chosen as an image ubiquitously known as a symbol of love and connection. casting that out into the forefront, literally sticking out like a sore thumb. im going to explode.

[Our Galaxy] girlie how r u so hugelarge.

Design- god she is so pretty but MAN she has so much going on. i ADORE the starry motif thats almost unbound to her physical form, the big ol cloak, hair spiraling out of the grasp of gravity. they really went all out with this one, but honestly i have very little to note about it! potion of Just Look At Her, Man. i wont pretend to understand what her little crown-halo dealie is, but its sick as hell. yuh 👍

Theme- honestly i hadnt thought about it much past simply what child of the galaxy's theming is, but the more i look at it the more i see it as pinned right at the end of the final days of lobcorp-- the loneliness, then carmen's meddling. the speaking of darkness, endings, the realization that she had truly been abandoned; "I can never let this be the end..." it takes the lead as that innocent hope that she could have another chance at it all. of course im threading this along as i go, but i really am thinking about it. "Draw the curtains to reveal the stars in the night sky, and we’ll count them together. Walk this night sky with me. The galaxy dotted with numerous hopes." in that context, it really does paint an image. even so, regardless, it brings forth the desire to share that future with anyone who would stay with her, which. has me thinking, yknow. but what really kills me is the line: "Stay with me forever. We’re… …s. Right?" the recall of one of child of the galaxy's lines, blotting out the word "friends"... ohhhh girlie you are SO fucked. (something about yearning for something you wont even allow yourself to hope for...... thinks real hard......)

in conclusion: wails. wails. wails. wails. w

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

5. What do you wish more people knew about autism?

10. What are your most common stims?

11. If you could give any advice to your younger self, what would it be?

36. Do you have routines that you have to follow? What's in your routine?

49. What's something you find hard to do because of autism?

thanks for the ask!!

5. What do you wish more people knew about autism?

jensen wishes more people understood that autism does not equal incompetent. like the infantilization around autism is so horrible and especially as someone who was diagnosed much later than most, he absolutely saw the difference in how people treated him. there were def coworkers (MEDICAL PROFESSIONALS MIND YOU) that suddenly acted like he needed things done for him when like. he doesnt. hes still the same person and can do as much as he did before but suddenly people are acting like he needs his hand held the whole way and, in his case, he does not. yes there are other types of support that are helpful, but assuming he can't do things is not

10. What are your most common stims?

jensen is the worst leg bouncer you will ever meet. he also rocks back and forth a lot, more at home though, and he has some little spinning rings he plays with. but the leg bouncing is the most constant one. i say "worst" bc, while the leg bouncing itself is whatever, hes really aggressive ab it?? like if hes passenger while bryce is driving literally the entire car will shake. in the spinny chairs at work he will have to keep pulling himself back to the table bc he just slowly pushes it away w how hard he is bouncing his leg

besides that though this is also one where his ocd can come into the mix. like some of his stims go with/are his compulsions so its not always the best esp when he does a stim w one hand/leg, so then he has to do it w the other

11. If you could give any advice to your younger self, what would it be?

to stop trying to please people. jensen was never really a people pleaser, per se, but there were certain people he tried to do the most for that would never appreciate or accept it (namely his mom). its part of the reason why he masks so much and more importantly so well bc he tried to take any "weird" or "annoying" part of him and get rid of it so as not to be a burden

36. Do you have routines that you have to follow? What's in your routine?

jensen is a very intense scheduler bc he knows if he doesnt do it nothing will get done. there are a lot of little routines he follows but those are also ocd related, so its hard to say where the line is. but generally he keeps a consistent schedule and likes to have things planned bc it keeps him on top of everything he has to do. when he gets behind it can be rough bc he'll just kinda stop doing Everything

49. What's something you find hard to do because of autism?

jensen can definitely have struggles w certain patients. he is not the most social person, but i think canon mc having a love for hearing peoples' stories is something jensen still reflects. while he is not the best conversationalist, he is the best listener (thats why he and bryce work so well honestly). he loves listening to people talk ab their experiences, but when it comes to back and forth conversation, thats where he struggles. eye contact is a huge one for him bc it is just the most uncomfortable thing in the whole world and trying to find the right response to everything is not the easiest for him. to most peoples' surprise, he actually loves the chatty patients bc, not only can he diagnose them quicker, but its just 1000 times easier for him

[izzielizzie]

Izzie’s One of Us is Back Celebration (Day 17)

headcanons: phoebe and ashton get coffee

under the cut

phoebe would literally rather do anything other than spend time with the person whose wedding she ruined

correction

the person whose wedding she ruined and then didn’t attend

she knows, deep down, that the bomb wasn’t her fault

you can’t take responsibility for the way other people deal with their anger maeve is always telling her

maeve’s words would be almost reassuring if she didn’t spend all her time kicking herself for not realizing who jared was sooner

when phoebe sees ashton in the mail room she nearly turns right back around

unfortunately ashton sees her before she can leave

she waves at phoebe

“hey, phoebe, nice to see you’re home”

“hi ashton” she mumbles

phoebe peers into her mailbox and finds nothing

she turns around to see ashton is still looking at her

“how are you holding up?”

phoebe shrugs and mumbles something even she can’t comprehend

ash is just looking at her and phoebe is waiting for her to get mad

but she doesn’t

instead, she stuffs her hands in the pockets of her jeans and says

“wanna grab some coffee?”

this throws phoebe off

“um... sure?”

“great!”

ashton drives them to a place one town over that she discovered a few weeks ago

“i’m spending so much time here that i think the baristas know my order”

ashton insists on paying, which doesn’t help with phoebe’s guilt

while she’s adding sugar packets to her vanilla latte, phoebe looks up to find ashton looking at her with an odd look on her face

“sorry, i know it’s a lot of sugar,” phoebe says, worried she’s somehow offended her

ash just shakes her head and smiles

“no don’t be. i was just thinking about how addy does the same thing. you’re a lot like her”

phoebe isn’t sure why such a small comparison makes her start sobbing

but it does and she ends up just sitting in this cafe she’s never been to across from someone whose wedding she ruined and she’s crying so hard she can hardly even see through the tears

“oh honey”

ashton comes around the table to pull her into a tight hug

“it’s okay. just let it out”

it takes about ten minutes and half a stack of napkins before she stops crying

when ash is positive that she’s not going to start crying again she returns to her seat

“i’m sorry,” phoebe tells her as she swipes angrily at her tears

“it’s okay to cry, phoebe. you’ve been through a lot.”

“no, no, for ruining your wedding.” 

ash stares at phoebe for a moment

“for ruining my... what? Phoebe how do you think you ruined my wedding?”

“I don’t know. if i hadn’t hooked up with derek then emma wouldn’t have been mad at me, so maybe she would have been less mad about brandon, and maybe she wouldn’t have worked with jared and then he wouldn’t have —”

“phoebe. stop. you have no control over how people react. all you can do is try to do better next time, right?”

“you sound like maeve.”

ashton smiles. “maybe you should listen to maeve more often then.”

they lapse into silence, sipping at their lukewarm drinks

“the cake was good. at your wedding”

ash looks confused

“how’d you have the cake?”

“knox saved me a slice.”

ash grins

“are you two a couple?” 

she sounds so conspiratorial that phoebe can’t help but laugh

this, she thinks, is what having an older sister should feel like

[mistydeyes]

Hello! I don't know whether matchups are open and if not you can delete this request. But...

Can you please give me a MW2 matchup? 🙂

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: straight

MBTI: ENTJ-A

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Appearance: 5'7', Slim thick, dark brown eyes (looks black tbh), Curly black medium length hair, fair skinned, wears glasses (cuz I can't see shit without them)

About Me: I'm Indian and I come from a conservative family, and so my upbringing was a bit weird and made me into a weird mess. I would consider myself an introvert. But definitely not someone who sits in a corner of a room and stares. I do enjoy having conversations with people, but my social battery is low and so I get tired pretty quickly. But if I'm speaking to someone who I am really interested in, like my longtime best friend, I would talk for HOURS!!!. When it comes to friendships, I'm a very selective person. I'm not someone who gets close with people as it's very hard for me to open up, as I'm quite reserved. I also don't get along with a lot of people so 🤷🏻. Also, people have pointed out that I look unapproachable and Intimidating as I have a resting bitch face. I maybe having the best time of my life but my face does not show it, at all 💀. Or sometimes, I get really stoic and people can't tell whether I'm sad, happy, or angry lol.

I'm a level headed person, but sometimes people get on my nerves and I'm the type to bottle all of those emotions. Then when a minor inconvenience happens, BOOM! I will literally turn into a demon and my whole day just got ruined.

I'm someone who really cares about my loved ones. I will protect them from anything and I will help them out in any way I can. I'm a good listener and love to empathise with people who are hurt or would let people rant so they can feel better. I'm the therapist and the mom friend of my friends group so.... Yeah, I care about the ones I love wayyy too much. My love language is acts of service, words of affirmation and gift giving. Also, as much as I love giving love and care to others, I hate receiving it as I have mentioned before, have a hard time opening up. It takes a lot of trust and a lot of time for me to do so. So basically I give therapy to others meanwhile my mental health is blown to shit.

When it comes to work, I'm very organised and hard working. I don't like procrastination as it drives me nuts (Even though I still do it sometimes, idk why). I'm logical, focused and very passionate on the things I love. My favourite subjects are Math and Physics as I do fairly well in them. I'm not the best but I work hard and it pays off. That's why I'm opting for Aerospace Engineering in college. I take my work very seriously and definately not the type to fuck around.

Outdoors, I come off very cold and serious, but indoors I am very goofy, silly, pretty stubborn and bossy (sometimes stupid). I love doing small pranks and doing weird things that crosses my mind. I'm very loud and laugh at the stupidest things that I see or hear. Also love to play around with my pet cats. I'm a huge geek/nerd and love to talk about my hyper-fixations. Also, I'm a huge animal person and I love to feed strays and sometimes, I take them home with me. 😄

I'm very loyal but I can cut ties with people who have done me wrong. 100% has no problem in confronting people. I also suffer from ADHD, PTSD and mild depression. I also have stims where I bite the inside of my cheek or fidget my fingers or shake my legs.

Likes/Interests/hobbies: video games, reading books, writing, drawing, cooking, baking, watching murder documentaries, taking care of animals, horror, sci fi and action movies, tea, spicy food, rain, gardening, math, science, literature, history, travelling, listening to music.

My type in a partner:

Should be very passionate

Hard working, wise, mature and adventurous

Someone whom I can banter with and make me feel secure

Can be extroverted, introverted or ambiverted.

Can be on the playful side.

Alejandro Vargas (a/n @queenof-spades WE LOVE WOMEN IN STEM!! also girl I relate so hard to the conservative parents who push you to be the best :') good luck with all your studies!)

How you met: A trip to an aerospace engineering company was not on Alejandro's bucket list for the year. Especially after the last contracted company they dealt with (he's still getting his base in order after the fiasco of Graves and the Shadows). However, another joint mission with the 141 required a preview of some new satellites and other multimillion dollar technologies. After going through rigorous amounts of security, him and Rudy finally met up with the 141. "Nice to see you again, hermanos," he said as he shook hands with his British counterparts. They were making small conversation when you walked in. Your shoes echoed in the facility and a long lab coat hung around your shoulders. "Gentleman, welcome to Boeing. I'm the lead scientist here and you can follow me on a tour of the facilities," you said confidently and quickly turned to lead them through the expansive company. As you introduced them to the team of engineers and showed them the technologies of your newest satellites, they stood in awe. "This satellite is equipped with the best monitoring technologies and can withstand the temperatures of exiting and entering the atmosphere," you described as you jokingly pounded on the hard metal shell of the satellite. "She does not fuck around," you heard Alejandro whisper and the group laughed in response. "That's right Colonel Vargas, there's a reason I'm working here at Boeing and worked my ass off for a doctorate," you smirked at him. As you continued on, the blush was evident on his face as he felt like he was struck by cupid's arrow.

A peek into your relationship: It was no denying your relationship with Alejandro was difficult. Between his position as Colonel and yours as the head scientist at Boeing, you both wracked up thousands of miles on business flights. However you made it work and were now comfortably settled in a comfortable south western mansion that offered you excellent wifi for meetings. You signed off from a consulting meeting with a new company that wanted to contract your planes and sighed as you shut your laptop. The last few days you were on edge and your husband took notice as you declined his offer for wine and gently pushed your food around. "Mi corazon, what's going on?" he asked as he got up from the table and kissed your head gently. "Just work things," you sighed as you melted into his touch. "You love work through, there's something else going on," he said and carried you to the couch, "you even turned down a glass of our favorite wine." As he studied your face intently, you asked him a surprising question. "Ale, do you love me?" you asked. It took him 0.2 seconds to respond. "Are you joking? Of course I love you, you are my moon and stars. You are like if the heavens sent me a goddess to walk on earth. You are Persephone, Aphrodite, and Athena all rolled into one," he exclaimed as he peppered you with kisses. You smiled slightly and nervously held his hands. "I, um didn't know how to say this but I'm pregnant," you said quickly and looked at his face for any sign of anger or disappointment. You had kept this from him so long as you didn't want it to affect his opinion on your work and traveling so often. You weren't about to be confined to a house wife position after all this time. Instead of a negative reaction, he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around. He held you stomach as he kissed it gently and whispered, "my own child, you're going to have the best parents." As he pulled you in a tight hug and kissed you softly, he was already designing plans for their nursery and how to encompass everything you both loved into it. (Just know that this child will be absolutely spoiled by you too, especially if Ale became a girl dad HAHA)

[angieisnothome]

Adventure in Providence

July 13, 2024

I pulled up to Amari’s house at like 7 after a full day of band camp. I was freshly showered with lotion and perfume and my hair braided bc I had spent all day spinning flag in the hot summer sun and I wanted to be fresh for pookie.

Anyways, we did makeup together and I helped them pick out their outfit.

I drove us to providence despite saying I hated driving in providence lol. The urban planning is awful and the directions don’t tell you anything until the last minute. We listened to emo bangers half of the way there even though we were going to the club for what I thought was going to be reggaeton night… but after I said I was more in a headbanging mood than a shaking ass mood and was wishing I was going to emo night instead, amari put on some of their 2010s club hits.

I ended up getting really stressed when I was driving and when we finally got there I had to parallel park on my left when I’ve only ever done it on the left,,, all while “Get low” was playing. I got so annoyed I turned it off after three attempts and asked amari to do it, which they literally ate up on the first try… they slayed.

We ended up pulling up to the club, where we got in for free just bc we’re “ladies” lol. That shit was dead as hell, it literally had five people and it was REGGAE night, not reggaeton… no ass shaking to be had. We still danced together, their hands on my hips . We stayed until I started to feel a little too awkward and we went to go to another club (edited) and guess what. We didn’t know it until we got there but it was fucking EMO NIGHT at this other club. You could hear everyone singing Ocean Avenue from outside the building. I was so fucking hype because I had JUST said I wanted to take amari to emo night… plus I packed my docs just in case. We were there until I heard you had to have cash to get in which I didn’t, and amari left their wallet at home. So we left to set out for an ATM and ended up getting distracted bc there was a dock by the river that we saw and wanted to explore….

So we sat by the river and talked and kissed and snuggled and laughed with the city lights reflecting off the water I decided I was hungry and looked up places for us to go and ended up finding this little slider place that had fried Oreos!!!

So we ended up going there and it was nothing like we expected it to be. It was a cool place with nice service and they were playing really good music, like nirvana, red hot chili peppers, santana. All bangers I got a buffalo chicken wrap and some tater tot’s and fried Oreos for us to share :)

I had my Apple Pay open and they were like “no im paying” even though they didn’t get anything for themselves and I refused and went to pay but they didn’t have tap, so they ended up paying anyways (I sneakily sent them the money on cashapp after)

That shit was fire And they had a huge connect four (We played like 4 times and they kicked my ass. Every time.) Oh my god the food was so good

We were so full half way through but we pushed through.. we fucked those Oreos up!!! Mhm mhm

After I wanted to go to a park across the water I saw when we were sitting on the dock So we walked through the streets of providence Amari was nervous being in the city so late, esp since they left their knife at home (hot), so I held their hand while we walked And we just explored the city and came across a bunch of cool art and bridges and architecture and took pictures together Amari ate as photographer btw

And I forced them to get their picture taken bc they “don’t take pictures” and have a hard time believing they’re gorgeous when they so are!

We kept finding a bunch of nice places to sit and chat by the water and it wasn’t how I planned the night but I had so much fun just roaming the city with them We decided at 1 it was getting late and I had a bottle of wine I brought that I wanted to get to and they offered to drive home which stressed me out but I was tired and they weren’t so it was better for them to drive

They missed a bunch of exits which made ME feel better because I also missed a bunch of exits lol… providence is just annoying to drive in I played my emo playlist and we chatted and belted along But yeah Long story short I had a perfect night of exploring the city and adventuring with my lover, even if it wasn’t the night I had planned to have