#looking into how i can start up ko-fi for things and maybe setting up something for making pins or stickers

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new art soon i promise i've just been dealing w/ a migraine for the past couple days that's been killing me and preventing me from getting anywhere

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

Suguru Getou & Kento Nanami

[Chapter 5] Camping Trip Pt. 2

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Pairing: Suguru Getou x f!Reader x Kento Nanami

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Kento helps you set up your tent quickly, and for a moment you think that the camping trip will be fun. You won’t have to struggle much with Kento by your side, which definitely will make the trip easier, therefore more fun. It’s also nice to have someone who you can joke around with, which you could’ve done with Suguru if it weren’t for Kumi.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.” Sayuri comes to your side, and you hum, letting her know that you heard before going to your bag to grab one of her snacks. As you’re handing it to her, Suguru yells,

“I’m getting started on lunch soon! She won’t be hungry for lunch if you give her food now.” Which makes you roll your eyes. You proceed to give her the snack, because you won’t make her wait when Suguru hasn’t even started lunch. He puffs out a breath, biting his tongue. 

“Go take a seat, baby.” You smile at her, and she has no problem sitting down on the grass and opening her snack. Lately you’ve been doing everything you can to contradict him, and Suguru is upset about it. He really can’t understand why you are, but he isn’t going to ask you about it either because he knows that it’ll make the situation worse. 

“Can I have a snack too?” Kento asks, walking back to his tent with the bags that he packed. You’d think he would be staying here for weeks with how much he has in his hands. You chuckle, reaching into your bag to get something for him too. Kento walks over to Sayuri, taking a seat beside her before they begin to talk.

Watching them brings a smile to your lips, unlike Suguru who is glaring at them. He decides to look away, and tries to get started on lunch. You go to them, sitting with them and joining their childish conversation. You often wonder how Kento gets so entertained while talking to Sayuri, but he manages to carry out long conversations with her.

“You want some?” Kento offers you the bag that’s in his hand, and you shake your head. 

“Mommy doesn’t like that.” Sayuri points out, and Kento looks at the bag that’s in his hand. He raises his brows, recalling that you would crave the snack all the time during your pregnancy. He guesses you buy them for Sayuri now.

“Noted for next time.” Kento answers. He offers some to Sayuri, and she doesn’t hesitate before taking a handful. 

“Sayuri, come here, princess!” Suguru yells, making the little girl stand up and run to her father. She leaves the trash behind, and Kento picks it up for her because that’s the type of thing he does for her. You rest your head on Kento’s shoulder, watching your daughter and her dad interact from a distance.

“It feels like he’s distant lately.” You comment, and Kento looks at Suguru before his eyes land on Kumi. It’s not really a great mystery why, but he wonders what’s happening now.

“Do you really mind though?” He asks, and you take a moment to think about your answer– You really don’t, but you also have to care because of your daughter. It’s like he reads your mind, asking, “Is it because of Sayuri?”

“Yeah…” You answer, and Kento watches as Suguru carries her. His dandy little helper. Suguru adores Sayuri more than anything, so he doesn’t think you should worry. However, you see another side of Suguru that he’s never come across.

“Maybe he’s just more distant with you?” He suggests, not wanting to make any claims. Kento feels weird talking about Suguru, that man is usually a topic that he avoids. But he doesn’t want you to worry. “He loves her more than anything, he probably just feels awkward around you because of… You know.”

“Yeah, I guess.” You answer. It’s somewhat calming to hear, and you really hope that Suguru doesn’t stray further. You want Sayuri to have her father by her side, always. Even if you’re not getting along.

You get your hand off his shoulder, smiling at him. “Are you going fishing with them?”

“I don’t want to interrupt them, it’s best if I just stay with you. What are you going to do?” Kento responds, and you shrug. The plan was to stay in your tent and read since you don’t want to be a victim of some wild animal (probably a wandering squirrel), and prefer to avoid sitting outside alone. If it were up to you, you’d be at the beach right now; it was the original plan, and the smartest one too.

“We can find something to do while they… Fish.” You scrunch up your nose as you finish your sentence. You have no idea why they find it so entertaining, but they do. You’re not going to judge them if it entertains them, nothing matters as long as they’re happy.

“I brought my work laptop.” He brings up. Suguru made a strict no technology rule, but are you really going to listen to that? In the end, who is Suguru to dictate what you can and can’t do? However, you face another issue.

“We have no wifi, what would we do?” You respond.

“I downloaded some movies we can watch.” Kento answers, letting you know that he came prepared for this. You wonder how many movies he downloaded, and what kind of movies as well, but in this situation you can’t exactly be too picky. 

You kiss his cheek before telling him, “You’re simply the best. What would I do without you?”

“Probably be stuck with them.” Kento points at them, and you watch Kumi and Suguru yell back and forth while Sayuri looks for the food that Suguru packed to cook. Having Kento on the trip truly makes it ten times better for you, you’re not sure if you would survive without him.

You’re laying in your tent right next to Kento, watching a trashy movie that he swore you would love. It was either that or it was one of those movies he downloaded just in case you had run out of other stuff to watch. Either way, he likes it– Not the movie, the movie is bad. But you’re cuddling up next to him, your eyes focused on the screen. The movie is so bad, yet you can’t look away.

“This is such a dumb concept.” You can’t help but comment, and Kento hums in agreement. You’re still watching in anticipation, gasping at anything that was unexpected… Except you knew it was coming up. Kento is dozing off, finding himself too bored to pay attention to what’s happening. Sure, it’s messy but it doesn’t hold his attention, and he feels warm and cozy by your side. You poke his side when you notice his eyes shutting on their own, asking, “Are you sleepy, Nanamin?”

“A little bit, yeah.” He answers, and you hit the spacebar on the computer before closing it. He asks, “What?”

“Let’s take a nap, since you’re clearly tired.” You tell him, taking the computer from him and putting it back in its case. You’re back by his side, and he throws his arm over you, not really thinking twice since he’s half asleep. You don’t really mind though, in fact, you’re comfortable. 

You’ll wake up before you know it, you aren’t all that comfortable sleeping on the ground. You’re sure that you’ll be up before Sayuri comes back.

However, you aren’t always right.

“Hey–” Suguru opens the tent, around two hours after you fall asleep. He finds you cuddled up with Kento, and he immediately thinks that he’s interrupted an intimate moment, closing the tent and walking back to his daughter and Kumi. “You can show mom the fish you caught later.”

“What happened? Why not now?” Kumi asks, furrowing her eyebrows. Suguru’s cheeks are pink, and she looks back at your tent. Kento is nowhere to be seen, so she can only assume that something happened between you two. Suguru makes it seem as if you’re both naked and have caught you two doing inexplicable acts. “Let’s save the fish, Sayuri. We’ll cook it later.”

“But I want to show mommy.” Sayuri pouts. She’s been waiting to show you the fish that she caught, why can’t she show you now? She’s about to run to the tent, but Suguru picks her up and stops her.

“How about we… take a walk?” Suguru suggests, and Kumi is about to agree but before she can she has to ask,

“Can you find your way back?” She still follows him when she receives no answer, since she isn’t going to stay behind. Sayuri is calling out for you, her arms reaching out for the tent, but Suguru has no issue ignoring her. 

The sun is setting around the time you wake up, and you still find yourself alone with Kento. He isn’t hugging you like when you went to sleep, he’s outside, starting the bonfire. You stretch, getting out of the tent and walking over to Kento.

“Are they not back yet?” You ask him, your voice raspy after just waking up from a long, but necessary nap.

“Haven’t seen them.” Kento asks. He hasn’t been awake for too long, but he saw the fish in the cooler so he knows they’ve been back.

“You think Suguru got lost?” Kento chuckles, and you can’t help but hum in agreement. You can only hope that he can fight off any animal that comes along the way, protecting Sayuri from anything and everything. “How long till we go looking for them?”

“It’s getting dark, I don’t want anything to happen to my baby girl.” You answer, and Kento nods. You’re about to set off, but you hear some rustling from the bushes. It scares you half to death, and you nearly jump into Kento’s arms for safety, until you hear Suguru’s voice.

“What about us?” He can’t help but ask, holding Sayuri in his arms. Kumi is clearly mad, letting you know that they got into an argument– About what? Probably about the fact that they got lost. He will try to play it off like they just took a long walk, but they most definitely got lost. 

“What about you?” You respond, taking your daughter from his arms since she reaches out to you. You kiss her cheek and ask, “How was your walk with daddy? Unnecessarily long?”

“We didn’t get lost!” Suguru defends himself, but you ignore him since it’s what you do best. You ask her to show you the fish she caught, and of course she points at the biggest one. You don’t doubt it for one second, even though she’s lying. 

Suguru and Kento prepare the fish for you, and you proceed to eat around the fire. Even though she’s spent all day running around and being active, Sayuri still isn’t tired. So she suggests doing something more. The sun barely went down, she isn’t tired yet.

“I’m tired, I’m going to sleep.” Kumi says, disregarding what Sayuri says because she’s upset with Suguru. Suguru isn’t going to hold her off because he has other matters to discuss anyway. She can stay mad for as long as she wants to be mad. 

“Are you sure you’re not tired? After your long walk, you must be worn out.” Kento does it to poke fun at Suguru, but Suguru won’t let it get to him. Not that at least. You’re sitting together, dangerously close, although you aren’t touching. Suguru notices it right away. You’re not doing anything, you don’t even notice it, but a weird feeling consumes Suguru as he watches you two. 

“I’m fine! Not tired!” Sayuri claims, which makes you and Kento exchange a look before bursting into laughter. Suguru feels weird, probably because he’s never had a bond like that with you… And he doesn’t have a bond like that with Kumi. 

“You look tired, look at your eyes!” Kento points out, and they begin to argue about it. She claims that she has a lot of energy, when she obviously doesn’t. They keep bickering, and you chuckle. Your eyes glance at Suguru momentarily, finding a frown on his face. 

You won’t comment on it, it’s Suguru’s own issue.

“How about I tell you a story?” Kento begins, and her ears perk up with curiosity. He has no idea what he’ll tell, but he’ll come up with something, surely. “But it’s scary, so you probably won’t like it.”

“I like scary!” She claims, though she doesn’t know if she likes scary since she hasn’t been introduced to it yet. Kento is smirking, looking back at you. You give him a subtle nod of approval and he begins his not-so-scary story that has Sayuri clinging to you for dear life.

You barely notice Suguru glaring at you as Kento tells his story. You don’t care enough to see what Suguru is up to, you don’t even understand why he’s sitting outside with you and not joining his fiancée. 

There’s rattling in the bushes, which makes your little girl run to the tent in fear. You let out a low laugh before standing up, going after her to check up on her and comfort her. Which leaves the two men alone.

It’s always awkward when they’re around each other with no one else around. It’s clear they don’t like each other. They don’t have anything else to say to each other.

“Can you control yourself?” Suguru finally speaks up, which makes Kento’s brows furrow. What is Suguru even talking about? “I know that you’re really into her but this is a family trip– Which means you shouldn’t even be here. Just act like a responsible adult.”

“What are you talking about?” Kento asks, which only ticks Suguru off more. Kento notices the man’s hands ball into fists, which he finds humorous. Kento clicks his tongue, crossing his arms together.

“I caught you two in the tent earlier.” Suguru shares, which makes Kento raise a brow. As if it were a sin to sleep in the same tent… But no, that’s not what Suguru is thinking. Suguru is thinking something more happened.

“What if I had sex with her? Is it your business?” Kento lowers his voice, leaning in to speak to Suguru. The response is making Suguru’s blood boil. That’s not how Kento is supposed to respond at all. “Or are you jealous, Getou?”

“Why would I be?” Suguru scoffs, even though he’s clearly upset. “Just don’t do that shit here.”

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say–” Kento begins, and before he can finish the sentence, Suguru cuts him off.

“Don’t fucking finish your sentence.” Suguru warns him, which makes Kento chuckle. He’s not even trying to hide it.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” Kento says before standing up. He’s not tired, but he refuses to sit with Suguru for another minute. “Night, Getou.”

[fishnapple]

Predictions for your life in general in the next 4 months

This is a timeless reading, not intended for any particular months. In my personal reading, there will be a detailed forecast for each area in your life (home, career, relationship, travel, etc)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Your feedback is much appreciated. If you find the reading resonated with you, leave a comment, I’d love to know 🎐

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CUBE 1

Your life in the next 4 months will be more focused in the area of self growth and love. What you give out to the world in the 1st month will comeback to you as an opportunity for growth in the 4th month.

During the 1st month, you will feel a surge of energy and want to start some creative projects, could be something simple as redecorating, writing short poems, planning a trip, learning a new skill, trying out a new recipe, etc. It will feel exciting. But there might be an unexpected event that can slow down your progress, a little hitch. This will be a sign for you to reevaluate how you are spending your energy and resources. Maybe you've been trying out so many different things, wanting to do many things at the same time, having grand plans for the future. This could make you feel burnout, so introducing divine intervention. You can always come back to your action-mode after taking a rest. You might feel restless about this hitch in the progress, thinking it's the sign of stagnancy and boredom.

But don't worry, you will pick up where you left off in the 2nd month. There's a feeling of compensating, you want to make up for the unproductive time by doing double, which can be counterproductive. I also see an opportunity for a connection, maybe a romantic one. This connection will take centre stage of your life in the upcoming 4 months. You might feel a little confused at first, of how to act, should you pursue this or not, are they interested. The desire to act is there but there's also hesitancy and reluctance. Maybe because this connection is not new, you might have known them before and are not sure of their intentions. They've come back and you don't feel too enthusiastic about it. Even though this connection will play an important role in your life, I see that in the next 4 months, you might not want to officially start this connection but focus more on yourself instead. There's a feeling of independent and going about life alone.

By the end of 3rd month, you will begin to look inward and address the lingering feeling of dread and dissatisfaction. Your emotional landscape will get a makeover, cleaning out unnecessary things that have been taking up your time and energy. But it can also be a literal change of living space. There might be some times when you feel a certain pain in the area of stomach and chest, pay attention to them, no matter how fleeting they feel.

After the spring cleaning of the 3rd month, the 4th month will bring new opportunities for learning and travel. But you will have to actively pursue them, they won't be placed in your hands readily. The tricky part is that you might not feel the desire to start something new at this period because your mind seems to be a little foggy and busy with noises from all around you. And a new insight about the connection from previous months will appear, this insights will help you plan your actions more realistically and more practical. The 4th month might not be an active month for you, the energy feels a lot more somber. This might be the preparation period for the upcoming changes in your life.

CUBE 2

In these upcoming 4 months, there's an overall feeling of newness and unpredictability. This can create a sense of uneasiness.

In the 1st month, you might encounter some setbacks or difficulties in what you're doing. It's about something that you have set your eyes on for a long time, an ideal to achieve. I think you are aware that the things you want to do might go against a certain rule or against someone, you will know that there will be opposition, but you will want to proceed nevertheless. So the setbacks might seem like a challenge for you, you will feel it's unfair but it's not, it's a chance to reevaluate your commitment and focus, whether you have the right plan, is there some parts that's too impractical. These setbacks will slow you down, give you more time to think more thoroughly. You might want to fight back, to will things your way, exerting more force than necessary. These actions have an emotional drive behind them. In this period, it's best not to make major decisions when you're feeling too emotional. Also be mindful of emotional outbursts and misdirected angers.

In the next month, the situation will improve but won't be entirely smooth sailing. You will become more cautious in taking actions. In the 2nd month, there will be other responsibilities that demand your attention and divert you from your original plan. You might be swamped by mundane tasks that bore your mind but you will try to keep a positive outlook. It might not be easy, it might be hard to stay positive in some situations but you do realise that a lot of uncertainties and unnecessary mental burdens are created by your own mind. You will try to look forward to the future. Maybe doing something different to distract yourself, learn something new, talk with other people more, change the kind of show or content you usually watch, anything to keep you from the routine and boredom. This signals that you need to pay more attention to the part of you that wants to just have fun and enjoy life, being carefree.

At the start of the 3rd month, there might be something or someone from past wanting to make a comeback. It might be an old habit, a long forgotten project, something that you've done many times before, someone you've known for a long time or someone new but has similar traits to the people you've known from the past. But the comeback is just a possibility or a wishful thought, something that you absentmindedly reminiscent about or some fleeting words from someone that will remind you of the past. It won't be something that will come in direct contact with you in this period. Then there will be a surprise feeling of attraction for someone. This will be someone that you don't anticipate, an unlikely chance. In this 3rd month, you seem to be a lot more "floaty", the opposite of how you feel in the 1st month. You will allow your mind to dream more, to romantise things more. This attraction might not be long lived but it will lighten your heart and make you feel more confident in yourself.

This positive effect will be stronger in the 4th month. You will feel more bold, wanting to try out things that you've been afraid of before. This attitude will be much needed because I see a big change is looming from the distance future.

CUBE 3

There is a surge of energy at the start of the 1st month. You feel like you can do anything, things that seemed challenging before will now be easy to tackle. If you're planning to start something, this time period will be a good start. Be careful not to be too forceful about executing your plan though, your actions and words might have a directness to them that can unintentionally hurt someone who is more sensitive or inciting heated debates or arguments that can make both parties regret later. Something you do might be usually considered difficult or even impossible for you, but you still have hope and see a path for you. A little of optimism will go a long way in helping you achieve your dreams. Also avoid eating things that you might regret later. This surge of energy might excite your body more than usual, making it working harder so avoid adding elements that might disturb the balance of your body.

In the 2nd month, you might be more emotional than usual and start to look back at the past, reminiscent bygone things. The energy of this month is very quiet and still. If you're someone who enjoy the company of other people or lively atmosphere, in this month, you might make people wondering about what's changed in you. You will want to seek more solitude, to quiet your mind. You might find out an information that was hidden from you in the past or lift off the veil of a confusion. Your mind will be clearer and also more heavier. Sometimes seeing the truth is not a pleasant feeling.

Into the 3rd month, at first, there won't be anything unusual, life continues on the same way as the past months. But then, by the end of the month, your mind will be active again, bustling with ideas, even wild ones, risky ones, ones that you aren't usually comfortable doing. You will suddenly feel like you're on a whole new path, so many unfamiliar things, but doing them will expand your horizon and the limit you put on yourself.

So this daring energy might not last long. After a while, into the 4th month, you will begin to doubt if those ideas you were so excited about are actually doable or practical. You look at the other responsibilities in your life and get an inkling that things might not be the same anymore, to be daring will be equal to be rebuilt. There will be things that you need to discard and change. That feeling can be overwhelming, the foresight of an transformation that will take a lot of work. But I see that there's supportive energy around you. I see a masculine figure, someone with lots of drive and energy, generous with their affection will support you, infuse you with confidence again.

CUBE 4

In the 1st month, an opportunity for something that you've been wanting to try will present itself to you. You won't be forced to do it but have a choice. This is something that you want or like to do, because instinctively you can feel that doing it will make you braver and grow more as a person. It's a little bit like a challenge, something that makes you anxious but still excited. It might require you to show yourself more, be more bold and be unapologetically yourself, which is not always a walk in the park. It feels like a performance. But overall the energy of the first two months is quite relaxing and fun. Even if your life is busy with other responsibilities in that period, you still try to make space for yourself and have some fun.

The 2nd month is quite uneventful. Whatever your life is at the moment of the 1st month, it will continue to be so in the next month. Just be mindful of the feeling of boredom that can lead to thoughts spiraling on and on. Maybe you will feel an itch, a nudging feeling that the inactivity is just a prelude of a big event lurking in the future. Which you're probably right. There will be a time when you need to be in deep introspection that will bring about lasting change in your way of thinking.

In the 3rd month, something about a place, could be your living place or your workplace will demand your attention. You might feel a little confused, maybe you wanted to change but you're still debating whether you should make such a drastic move in this time. Something will make you feel like you're not ready, there's so much to do and prepare, you haven't had enough resources yet, etc. You will be in worry mode by the end of this month. You want to look at the bright side and think positively but at the same time, the urgency of the issue will not help you thinking clear. That might be the external circumstance, on the internal note, you might have the feeling that your life right now is a little out of place, it's not where it's supposed to be and you feel like you're fretting for it to change.

In the 4th month, you will begin to calm down and work on the issue more practically. Addressing what's needed to be done, what can you do, what is your limit. I see some of your own duties will have to change, maybe it's about changing of job or your responsibilities in the house. I see an ending of the old. A different path is opened for you, to study or work oversea or work with many foreigners. You will have a chance to get to know more about different cultures and who knows, along the way, you might fall in love, could be a person, but could be the culture, the beauty of distant lands. In this month, you will act more unpredictable, at least to the onlooker's eyes. Your inner transformation has already happened for some time. The result is the unexpected decisions that you make. I don't see you being forceful or rebellious about it. You just have the freedom in your hands and are using it more to get closer to what you truly want and are called to.

CUBE 5

At the start of the 1st month, there will be a big chance for you to explore a new territory that you haven't thought of before. It's something very new but exciting. One thing will lead to another. You will feel like Alice spiraling down the rabbit hole. Maybe you will get inspired by another person. Someone who is in control of their feminine energy very well. The energy is mature and sensual. They might be artistic and have a killer sense of style and aesthetic. They will inspire you to explore new concepts about love, sensuality and beauty. The emphasis here is sensuality, being in touch with nature, you will train your senses, noticing more scents, more colours, textures will give different sensations. This group feels very artistically inclined. It's like you will be touched with the beauty around you. Feeling your life a lot more romantic.

For the first two months, the energy is relaxing and flowy, just enjoying and having fun, exploring new things. Into the 2nd month, you will want to delve deeper into the topics that interested you in the previous month. Learning, doing research, talking about it excitedly to people. It feels like a flower blooming. There's something changing here. You might need to change an electronic device. And you might want to change something else. You dream more and begin to have a different vision for yourself. The idea is kind of out of the blue but not that shocking. The feeling is very quiet but free. There's a lot of space without disturbances.

Now, into the next two months, things might pick up the pace again. You will need to be in your masculine energy more, making decisions, being assertive. After the first two months of being future oriented, wanting to take a different path, explore new things, in the 3rd month, you seem to revert back into your old self, acting like how you've been in the past. Maybe you think that the decisions of the previous months are too risky, you're not used to it. There's a part of you wanting to fight back the change, to keep the status quo. People might also chime in their opinions, they would remind you of the past, maybe some familiar situations had happened and they want to remind you of the lesson. Some people from the past might also come back, posing as the opposite force to the change. Maybe you try to move one from something, could be love, and now the past wants to come back. By the end of this month, you will have to make a choice, to be decisive. Something will have to end. It won't feel easy, you will feel like fate is playing with you. But this choice will help you grow into yourself more.

In the 4th month, you will feel strong enough to face your inner anguish. In this period, there's a need to settle down, to find a place for you to feel stable. Maybe you will face a decision to move and you will feel anxious about it. Be aware of upset stomachs. Nutrition is very important in this time period, you will need to nurture yourself, to give yourself more energy, and be mindful of how things we take in ourselves can influence our thoughts and feelings.

CUBE 6

The 1st month will start with some exchanges, of ideas and materials, or you will travel more, more movements, going to different places. It seems busy but not hectic. You will navigate situations with grace and flexibility. Whatever you do in this month will be towards a future that you've seen for yourself. They are not just mindless acts to fulfil some responsibilities but have a greater intention behind. Things might seem fast-paced, with many different areas requiring your focus. You will practise your verbal skills a lot, especially about persuasion, and tact is very important this month. You will need to convince people, charming them. Maybe these people will help you start something new, they will be your support.

In the 2nd month, things seem to slow down again, maybe in the 1st month, you will be preparing for something new, and in this month, you will focus on stabilise it, getting used to it. Something will require your commitment and trust. I see the energy of this month is pretty solitary. You work on your own instead of depending on other people like the previous month. Even if some difficulties arise, you will want to solve them by yourself. I feel very distracted in your reading. Maybe this will be the energy of your next 4 months, a lot of things will pull at your attention, so you need to be discerning and disciplined.

There are lots of activities and events in the 3rd month. You will start this month with an activity that you have done many times before, it has become a habit and you're good at it. It will be a valuable skill to help you in work. But I see that you won't be contented with it, you might feel a little bored with same old, same old things. It might be a pattern of behaviour or pattern of the people you're involved with. You feel like this pattern doesn't help you grow. It repeats itself over and over, even when you tried to do something new, it was still the underlying energy. So, in this month, you will begin to question more about your patterns in life and want to shake things up. Your life seems to be too quiet for you so you want to make some drastic changes. Thinking up some novel ideas, remembering your childhood dreams. Some people might wonder what has influenced you into this kind of action. You seem more rebellious, wanting to do things your way. Beware of the tendency to stir up conflicts or challenge other people's ideas and opinions just because you feel stifled or your freedom is threatened by them.

This feeling will continue on into the 4th month. Your ego and how you express yourself will be the focus of these four months. You will feel invincible, so sure of yourself that you might not see things in an objective lens and think things through carefully. Some well-meaning advice might be ignored by you. I see some friends, someone with more soft energy, will try to help you see things from a different perspective, but you seem to not yield. This will not create a serious conflict, but you might need to reexamine your stance more carefully, lest your ego might spoil some meaningful connections.

[thetriumphantpanda]

two is better than one | joel & tommy miller

Summary | Frustrated that whatever you're trying to do still isn't working, you decide to give it one more try with Joel before cooling off for a while. Tommy is back to keep an eye on the both of you this time, but what happens when he starts to feel a little left out, watching his brother bring his girl over the edge more times than he cares to count?

Warnings | I swear I always start this the same way so here we go: Tommy getting cucked but also getting involved this time 👀, Joel being a fucking menace, dirty talk, oral sex (F&M receiving), face sitting, breeding kink, unprotected PiV sex, talk of infertility, no use of Y/N

Word Count | 3.8k

Authors Note | Whew. When I tell you this little threesome has been rotting my brain, I'm not lying. This is the only thing I can focus on, hence them being updated so fast! I just wanted to say a huge thank you to you all for the continued love you're giving this series - it honestly blows my mind every time that it's something you guys enjoy, that my writing reaches so many people and that they lap that shit up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has taken the time to comment, send me asks, reblogs and those who have slid into my DMs with all the love. I see you, I hear you, and I love you all - thank you. I hope you enjoy this next part just as much as the rest - it's a doozy. You know the drill, if you did like it, please consider reblogging, commenting or sending the love to my ask box, it's what keeps me going. And if you'd like to leave me a tip (of course no pressure!), then here's my Ko-Fi.

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Another month and another fucking negative pregnancy test. You knew it was irrational, but you were starting to think that maybe you were also part of the problem now. You’d been doing everything right, following all the advice in the books you’d bought almost a year ago when Tommy and you had first started trying for a baby. You’d been exercising, eating as healthily as possible, tried to keep yourself a stress-free as possible. You’d been keeping a close eye on your cycle and still, nothing to show for it. 

When you clambered down the stairs, test in hand and flung it in Tommy’s direction, he already knew. He could see the heavy set of your shoulders, the quiet sniffling of you trying to hide the fact you were crying. Tommy had settled you on the couch, covered you in a blanket and made you some tea. Then he’d made your favourite meal for dinner, even driven to the store and picked up Diet Coke, emptied a can into a glass filled with ice and lime juice like you loved, but none of it really helped to soothe how upset you were. 

The TV was on low, and he had your head in his lap, slowly stroking the strands of your hair as you tried to calm yourself down. Remind yourself that even the most fertile of couples needed to try for months sometimes before they had their first baby. It was stupid to think you’d be any different. 

“You’re thinkin’ way too loud, sugar.” Tommy muses, letting his hand run up and down your arm instead. 

“Sorry,” You mumble, “Just thought it would be easier.” 

“I know,” He coos, “We can take a break for a while, if you want.” 

You turn so you’re led on your back, looking right up at him, “I just want a baby.” You feel a tear slip down your cheek to pool near your ear. 

Tommy uses his thumb to brush away the tears that have started to fall, bobbing his leg up and down gently to try and soothe you, “It’s still fresh,” He speaks softly, “Let’s give it a couple of days and see what you want to do, okay?” 

You nod in agreement, feeling the beginnings of a headache pooling behind your eyes. You push yourself up into a sitting position and turn around to press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m gonna go to bed,” You announce, “Headache.” 

He lets you go, it’s still early and you know there’s the game highlights he wanted to watch. In bed, you can do nothing but toss and turn for a few hours. Every time you’d try to close your eyes, all you could see was vision of you and Joel, in all the different positions he’d put you in so far, and all for what? When the bedside clock hit 10:30, you head out to use the bathroom. As you near the door at the top of the stairs you can hear Tommy talking to someone, through the phone because his is the only voice you can hear. 

“I know, brother, she’s just really beat up about it,” You hear him say, “I don’t know how to make it better.” 

You lean against the closed bathroom door, wondering if perhaps you should leave Tommy to talk to Joel. There’s a pause where you can hear Tommy humming along to whatever Joel is saying on the other end of the phone. 

“I dunno man,” Tommy sighs, “You managed to knock Sarah’s mom up on a one-night stand, guess I thought it would be easier for you.” 

There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again. 

“No Joel, all of her tests came back perfect,” Another sigh, “I was always the problem.”

You’re about to push down the handle to go to the bathroom when Tommy speaks again, “I don’t know, maybe we should just cool it for a while, we’re all gonna work ourselves up otherwise.” 

You decide you don’t really want to hear the rest of the conversation. You sit on the toilet and let your face drop to your hands in frustration. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you have been a nice, normal couple, having a baby in the most natural way possible? Why did this have to come along and fucking complicate everything? And why did Joel have to be so fucking good to you every time? 

You wash your hands under the tap, water as scalding as it could go, just in order to feel something that wasn’t frustration before you head to bed. There’s no longer the sound of voices as you pad back across the hall and get back into bed, shutting off the lights and curling onto one side, knees as close to your chest as you can manage to get them. It’s not long before you can hear Tommy shuffling around upstairs. He pushes open the bedroom door quietly, obviously thinking you’re already asleep. You can hear him undressing before he's slipping onto his side of the bed, pulling your body close to his under the covers as he spoons you. 

You let your own arm cover his over your waist as you lean back into the comfort of his chest, letting his breath fan across the skin of your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your skin. 

“I wanna try again,” You speak softly into the dark, feeling Tommy’s arm’s squeeze you tighter, “Once more and then we cool it for a while.” 

“You sure?” He asks into your ear, lips pressing to the sensitive skin behind your ear. 

“I’m sure.” You respond, turning around in his arms to capture his lips in yours. 

When the time comes to try again, it’s you who greets Joel at the door when he knocks. Tommy already upstairs and situated in the chair he had taken the first time you’d done this as a three. Joel leans down, lips just millimeters from your own, but instead of kissing your mouth, he places a soft kiss to your cheek instead. 

“Hello, darlin’.” 

You step up onto your tiptoes to press your own kiss to his face, just shy of the corner of his mouth – the kisses from last time still a secret between the two of you. 

“Evening handsome,” You smile, pulling away from him to close the door as he steps inside, “You ready?” 

“To give you what you want?” He smirks, “Always, pretty girl.” 

You feel that telltale heat flush across your cheeks as Joel pulls you into his side, hand dipping down to squeeze your ass over the fabric of the robe you’d thrown on moments ago. God, why did he have to be so fucking intoxicating around you?

You take hold of his hand in yours, leading him up the stairs behind you. Tommy was reading a book as you entered the room, folding the corner of the page before setting it down on the nightstand closest to the chair. You can’t help but snigger as you watch him and Joel give each other the typical male greeting of a curt nod of the head. 

You drag Joel by the arm to the foot of the bed, pushing his shoulders down so he sits on the edge. Then you take a step back and tug on the belt of your robe, letting it fall open and off your body to leave you completely naked in front of him. You watch his face as he trails those beautiful brown eyes over your body, letting out a low whistle of approval. 

“Beautiful as ever, darlin’,” He compliments, reaching out a hand for you to take, “But you’re worked up, ain’t ya? And not in the good way.” 

Your eyes flit to Tommy in the corner of the room, who has that smug ‘I told you so’ look on his face. You’d been itching for Tommy to arrange this since that ovulation test said you were in the zone, but Joel had been working away for the past two days, and now you were worried that if you didn’t hurry the fuck up, you’d miss your chance. 

Joel reaches out and puts his hands on the back of your thighs, pulling you into him, he’s looking up at you, pressing hot kisses to the skin of your tummy, “Gotta relax babygirl,” He moans, “I’m tryin’ my damned hardest, but you just gotta let nature take its course.” 

“Just frustrating.” You mumble. 

“I know baby, I know,” He’s got his hands palming your tits now, “Long as I need to, I’ll keep fillin’ you up, y’hear me?” 

Your breath catches in your throat and all you can do is nod as he moves himself back on the bed. 

Joel leans back on the bed, his head just shy of the pillows, “Sit on my face, pretty girl.” 

You’re almost embarrassed at how quickly you scramble yourself onto the bed, moving up to straddle his hips – even Tommy is chuckling from his chair. 

“Can’t get enough of Joel’s mouth on your pussy, can you, sugar?” He speaks in a low voice. 

Joel has his hands on your ass, guiding your naked body to hover over his face before his hands are slipping up to your hips to pull your cunt to his mouth. He wastes no time in getting straight to business, wide tongue licking stripes from your entrance, where he laps up your slick like a cat would cream, to those deliciously tight flicks of the tip of his tongue to your clit. You can hear him groaning into your pussy, your hand coming down to anchor itself into his hair to hold him still as you start grinding against his face. 

You can hear the obscene slurps that he’s making underneath you, it’s half the reason you think it takes you no time at all to reach the edge, because he fucking enjoys this just as much as you do, he loves tasting you, loves making you feel good and you can feel that, can feel it on his mouth. 

As you throw your head back as Joel’s tongue swipes perfectly across your clit, you catch Tommy in the corner of the room. He’s palming himself through his jeans as he watches you, your body writhing as his brother’s mouth brings you closer and closer to the edge. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? You think, if you asked if he wanted you to help him out. 

“You feeling left out baby?” You coo, reaching your hand out for Tommy to take, “Joel gets my pussy tonight,” You punctuate with a grind of your pussy down onto his mouth, “But I can help you, if you want.” 

He’s standing at the edge of the bed in minutes, his hand pressing into the back of your neck, not unlike how he tries to work the knots from there when you watch TV together. It’s soft and it’s loving and a complete juxtaposition to the vice grip that Joel’s fingers currently have on your hips. 

Your lips are impossibly close to Tommy’s, you could easily lean forward and kiss him, instead, you have a demand, “Take off your pants.” 

Tommy’s hands start to undo the belt holding his jeans up, so you turn your attention back to Joel between your thighs. He is expertly holding you right on the edge, you’re mewling and whining as he tongue works you to the edge, and then pulls away, moving down to gather more of your slick on his tongue. 

You drop your head and catch his eyes looking up at you, “You gonna tease me all night, Miller?” You ask, voice cracking as he makes a point to suckle on your clit, making you cry out, “Fuck, make me come, please Joel.” 

All of a sudden, Tommy’s hand is on your face, pulling your mouth to his own in a searing kiss as he guides your hand to his cock. You’re moaning, a combination of the fact that any second, Joel’s mouth is going to have you screaming and the fact that it’s Tommy kissing you, his cock you’re currently pumping through your fist. It’s delicious and it’s filthy and it should feel all shades of wrong, but it fucking doesn’t. 

You feel it in your legs first, the way they begin to shake and pulse and your thighs clamp around Joel’s face. Then you feel it in your abdomen, like a knot unfurling all at once as pleasure bursts over every inch of your skin. Your mouth detaching from Tommy’s, so you can cry out his brother’s name as you feel yourself almost collapse onto him. 

“Such a good girl,” Tommy breathes into your ear, your hand still firmly held around his cock, “So good when you come for us like that.” 

You feel Joel’s hands tapping at the cheeks of your ass, telling you to lift yourself off his face which you do, dragging yourself down enough so that you’re sat across his chest, not caring that your leaking pussy is dragging slick all over him. His face is covered, covered in you. He’s grinning up at you like the devil, tongue circling his mouth to clean your taste from wherever he can reach. 

“I gotta be inside you, pretty girl.” You can hear his gruff voice speak. 

Tommy immediately moves back from you so you can settle yourself down on the bed. You start on your back, but Joel moves you to lie on your side. He’s still fully clothed behind you, but when he presses himself up against you, you can feel his thick cock straining in his jeans. 

“Take your clothes off.” Is all you can manage to whine as Tommy settles on his knees on the space in front of you, taking the back of your head in the palm of his hand to bring your mouth to his cock. 

Joel shuffles away from you and you feel the mattress lighten as he gets off the bed to shed his clothes. You almost wish you could watch, there’s something about the way Joel reveals his body to you that drives you wild. The way he drags his shirt off to reveal his broad frame, chest peppered with hair, or the way his cock bounces when he finally pulls off his underwear. But right now, you’re focused on making your man feel good. 

You’re making sure that you’re doing it exactly as Tommy likes, almost telling him through the ministrations of your mouth how grateful you are for him, for this being his idea, for loving you enough and trusting you enough to let someone else give you what he cannot. You’re giving all the attention of your tongue to the head of Tommy’s weeping cock, tasting the salt and musk of his pre-cum, using one had to pump the base of his cock. 

You can feel Joel settle back behind you, pressing his entire body against your own, hard cock slipping through the slick folds of your cunt as he settles himself in the right position, then, he’s taking hold of your leg, hand in the crux of your knee to pull it up, baring his prize. He slowly inches his cock inside your tight heat and suddenly it’s all a little overwhelming. 

You’re giving the love of your life the kind of head you’ve only ever seen in porn, Tommy taking most of the control to thrust in and out of your mouth. You’re pretty sure the tears falling from your eyes are a mixture of his length hitting the back of your throat and the overwhelming emotion, love, and admiration you feel for both the men who are crowding your body, owning it, taking what they both want, one of them hopefully leaving you with what you want. 

You pull your face away from Tommy’s cock for a moment, still giving his length the attention it needs, but you let yourself lean into Joel behind you, his cock still moving languidly inside you. He’s got one of his arms snaked under your neck, your head leant against his arm like a pillow, his other hand holding your leg up so that every time his cock brushes inside you, it’s hitting that damn spot that makes you want to cry. 

“Look at you, lucky girl,” Joel growls into your ear as his lifts your leg up higher, pushing it almost to lie flat aagainst your side, “One cock in that pretty little pussy, another in your mouth,” You let a moan, muffled by the fact that Tommy is currently doing a slap-up job of fucking your throat, “He’s a lucky man,” Joel speaks again, “Bet that mouth feels divine.” 

“You ask nicely, she might oblige you, brother.” 

You feel him puff air through his nose in a chuckle, “I’m quite happy right where I am,” He speaks, pumping his cock so deep inside you that you actually think you can see stars, “You’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch gettin’ this for the rest of your life.” 

“She’s special, I’ll give you that.” 

It’s like you have to prove him right now. You can feel the walls of your pussy clenching around Joel as he picks up his pace. You can feel his balls slapping into your skin with every thrust, the power behind them causing your mouth to take Tommy cock deeper into your mouth every time. 

“Sugar, I ain’t gonna last much longer.” You hear him speak from above you. 

You pull off him, again letting your hand work him as you look up at his through your lashes, “You want me to swallow for you, baby?” You asked, wondering what you must look like when he looks down at you, fucked out from his brother, begging for him to come down your throat. 

“There’s an offer I cannot refuse,” Tommy grins, letting your mouth take him back inside the warmth, “Such a good girl.” 

He only lasts a few more seconds, cum hitting your tongue and seeping down your throat. You swallow down every drop, grinning up at Tommy. He leans down and plants a kiss to your lips, and now your focus is on Joel, thick and solid, pumping his cock in and out of you. 

“You focus on Joel now, sugar,” He croons, “I’m gonna sit back and watch you have fun.” 

As soon as Tommy has moved away from you, Joel is pulling his cock from your pussy, turning you onto your back before he’s crowding his frame over you, settling between your thighs. You’re pliant and you move easily when he hooks your legs over his shoulders, folding you back as he slips his cock back inside you. 

You’re gripping his arms as he fucks into you in earnest now, tip of his cock bruising your cervix with every thrust, you know he’ll have half-moon shaped marks on his arms come the morning, they’ll match the bruises he always leaves on your hips, the shape of his fingertips indented into your skin. 

“God fuckin’ damnit,” Joel groan, head falling to the column of your throat to graze teeth and lips over your delicate skin, “Gonna come so deep in this fuckin’ pussy it won’t have a choice but to take, you hear me, pretty girl?” 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, as he shifts just enough to change the angle that his cock is spearing into you, “Joel please.” 

“Please what?” He teases, “What do you want, babygirl?” 

“Inside,” You breath out, “Want you inside.” 

“Yeah, want me to make you a mama?” You can feel tears pooling in your eyes, “No need to cry, pretty girl,” He leans down, folding you in half even more, almost uncomfortable, to kiss away the tears, “Gonna give you what you need.” 

He thankfully moves back a little, stopping your bones from screaming at you for being folded so inhumanely, then his thumb is on your clit, “Only gonna make you a mama if you come with me,” Joel smirks, “Deal?” 

“Oh god – fuck – whatever you want,” You cry, “Please, give me what I want.” 

His thumb is relentless on your already sensitive clit, those tight circles have you clenching around him and when you look into his eyes you know he’s just as close as you are, “That’s it baby, you keep those big, beautiful eyes on me,” Joel’s hips are snapping into your with a force you didn’t know you could feel, it’s entirely too much and entirely too little all at the same time, “Can feel that tight little pussy suckin’ me in,” You cry out as his thumb falters and drags across your clit in a way that has that not threatening to unfurl yet again, “It’s alright baby, if you come, I’ll follow, yeah?” 

That’s exactly what happens. His thumb traces wet circles over your clit and you do exactly as he says. You keep your eyes wide open, staring directly into his own, as your mouth falls open with a screech as your vision clouds. Whatever happens, Joel is right behind you, his cock pounds into at most, twice more, before he’s growling your name through his teeth, cum painting every inch of your pussy. He drops your legs from his shoulders, and falls forward, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck as you both fight to catch your breath.

You wrap your arms around him but it’s all too soon before he’s pulling himself out of you, a kiss to your cheek as he does so. You’re spent and you’re aching and if you’re honest, a little overwhelmed. Joel dresses quickly, and you wish you could ask him to stay, wish he didn’t feel the need to run away, but you know it’s for the best. Tommy tells you he’ll see him out and come to bed, so you roll over and pull yourself under the sheets, trying to warm yourself from the cool air that’s spattering across the sweat of your skin. 

Tommy is back within minutes having seen Joel off. He shed his clothes and moves right up behind you, gathering you into his arms. He takes some time to press kisses into your neck and across your shoulders and for some reason, it sets your belly on fire. How have you been fucked so thoroughly by another man, this man’s own brother, and now you’re aching for this man behind you. 

“I love you so much, Tommy,” You whisper into the dark, clutching at his arms wrapped around you, “So fucking much.” 

“I love you too baby,” He whispers into your ear, stilling your hips as they grind back into him, “Enough of that, I’ll give you what you want tomorrow.” 

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Relationship Fluff

Simon 👻, Soap 🧼, König 👑

They realize they are getting chubby being in a happy relationship

Simon, Soap, König x GnReader

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Ghost - Comfort Meals

You and Simon had been dating for well over a year now, it had been a happy accident how you two had met. What was anquick tumble in the sheets after a drunken night you had woken up early and made breakfast for the solider much to his surprise. Truthfully it had been far too long since he had a home-cooked meal so it had been a delight to his senses and heart.

Assuming it was just a one off, Simon did agree to take your number and 'maybe' stop by if he got the need or chance.. Which ended up backfiring on him wonderfully, It took 6 months for you two to move in together, 8 months for you to see his face and Simon taking leave more often to be with you.

This was one of those times, having 3 weeks to himself to spend being pampered in your love and affection. That and the cooking- he hadn't realized how much he missed good hot meals that weren't from a bag or a mess hall, So he was practically a garbage disposal for you. Eating all the food you had to make, every treat you wiped up from a pinterest blog.

It was heaven!

He had gotten up early, like every morning and sat out on the patio taking in the morning air while reading. He did some basic chores and straightened up, knowing you preferred the kitchen area to yourself. Saying it was 'Yours' afterall.

"Honey! Breakfast is ready" You call out, Simon quick to set down his book and roll up. Knowing a nice breakfast and black coffee was waiting for him.

"Thank you Lov" He said softly and kissed your cheek as you set out both plates, pouring a cup of black coffee for himself as the plate of waffles, eggs, and bacon greeting him.

"My angel" He said and kissed your cheek lovingly as you sat next to him to tuck into the meal.

Mindless conversation taking place between you two as you guys ate, Simon getting seconds and a cup of tea for himself as well.

"Oh before I forget, Si can you go to the market to pick up some things? I was going to make cakes tonight" He nodded at the simple request, the closest market at around a 20 minute drive from your home anyway so it wasn't an issue.

"I can head out now, Get it done with" He said calmly, Standing up to take both your empty plates and cleaned them up. Always cleaning since he felt it was fair before heading upstairs to change to head into town.

Deciding that his jeans and coat would do fine started to change into that quickly, Mumbling about needing gas and.. and?..

Simon Paused- The pants felt tighter then it had before.. even if these were admittedly older pants they should have been fine not a new tightness around his admittedly full stomach.

Pulling off his shirt he took a look at his for in the bathroom mirror- while still seeing his muscular and admittedly large build however around his stomach and sides there was a new thin layer of.. Fluff? Some pudge that had defiently not been there before and just slightly dampening his abs.

"The hell?" He mumbled, look over himself. You walking into the room as well and seeing him staring at himself in the mirror.

"Something wrong?" You question, walking back to him as you see him looking at himself in the mirror.

"I've gained weight?" He questioned as he looked back at you, This surpsing you as you personally didn't see any difference.

"You look fine to me, Sexy too" You wink which earns a laugh from the man who quickly pulls you into his arms.

"While I do appreciate your support I've gained some weight. Seems I've gotten too comforble with the nice suppers and cakes" He said with a sigh, surprised he had let the comfort of food do this. You kissed his cheek gently and giggle.

"It's probably relationship weight"

"Relationship weight?" He questioned with a brow as you laugh and blush softly.

"It common for people in a comforble and happy relationship to sort of- Get comforble physically if you will" He hummed at hearing this smirking at the idea.

"Well if that is the case, I'm going to end up like the Stay Puff Marshmellowman" He said with a chuckle and kissed you.

Soap - Candy Monster

Candy- candy everywhere. That's how you two even found each other was by candy. Johnny wasn't a man huge of sweets till he met you, working as a repair specialist for the team you would fix all the toys they constantly broke- often eating on candy or giving out candy whenever any of the team members would stop by to gather their things. Johnny enjoying your clear sweet tooth always partook in your offers, which lead to hour long talks, sharing different candies from around the world and eventually dates. Who knew that just some candy could lead the Scot to the happiest time of his life-

Two years of relationship bliss which had fulfilled the Soilders life in ways he didn't know possible. While he was still in the service with you in his life, he was starting to take some steps back in order to create a distance for you to be in his life. The nice condo adding to this as well since you two had moved in together the year previously.

"The new candy bag is here!" You call out as you walk into the kitchen area seeing Johnny sipping his drink and excitedly looking to see what was brought. The monthly surprise bag of candy was your idea and truthfully he had found it genius.

"Uh let's see, some yuzu japanese white chocolate, Lucas chamoy candy, oh Cream savers! I used to love these" You say cheerfully ajd quickly open the bag- Johnny curious as well as he held out a hand which you happily handed him a few.

Johnny unraveled the strawberry sweet and put it to his lips as normal. Used to the constant wave of new confectionery that you passed to him, humming as he tasted the waves of strawberry and cream that filled his senses.

"Oh these are good- a little odd?" He hummed as he bit through the hard treat making your face scrunch up.

"Impacient as always" You muse as he crunched through the hard candy with a grin.

"Just like to get to the good part" He winked taking a few more candies into his mouth as you giggle at his reaction.

"Still ready for dinner tonight?" Johnny questioned, a gleam in his eyes as he watched your enthusiasm at it.

"Yeah- Also the show is on tonight" You remind him earning a knowing smile from the man, His eyes drifting to his phone to check the time which prompted you to do the same.

"Oh the shows almost on! Wanna watch it then head to dinner?" You said cheerfully, always watching to catch your favorite TV show before leaving anywere. Johnny of course agreeing before he headed upstairs to get a head start on changing.

"I'll be right down!" He called out, having a outfit in mind already as he reached for his 'sexy jeans' and a nice botton up.

Johnny huffed as he jumped up and down to get the jeans over his body. Stopping as he looked, sure they must have shrunk in the wash or- thays when he looked again.. noticing the thickening of his thighs and admittedly his ass.

He stared for a moment at the jeans before breaking out in a laugh. Grabbing some sweats instead as he headed back down to you with a smirk.

"You Husband weight me Darlin" He said with a almost proud smirk, you raising a brow at this.

"Husband weight?" You question, Watching him slap his plushed hip with a laugh.

"You are fattenin me up like I were ya husband" He said calmly as he plopped next to you, pulling you into his lap.

"I hope that's not a bad thing" You giggle, assuming he enjoyed it.

"It means ya make me happy darling" He said with a laugh before kissing your cheeks and leaned back to enjoy the show, well hidden in his sweatpant pockets a velvet box laid.

König - Taste Tester

Now most would find it cliché that a soldier ended up with a medic- and König would have no issue telling them to mind their own. You had saved his life, and gained his heart in one swoop.

After a rather nasty battle he had been rushed to the nearest Army Hospital were you had been, saving him from the brink of death and respected his boundaries. You two spending hours just talking about books, shows and different foods you had tasted while in the military- Both of you being quite the foodies.

It had been a long time to build trust between each other, however it had been worth it to say the least. After several years of a slow and steady relationship it had become clear you two would be permanent in each other's lives, moving in together and creating a routine for each others wants and needs.

It was a rare moment but both of you were on leave at the same time, having a nice long break from the hard demands of your guys jobs. König was sitting at the dining room table finishing a Lego set, this time being the Van Gogh one, a hobby he had taken up to help him relax and focus.

"Hey Love, How does this taste?" You question and hand him a spoon of something which he eats without question. His eyes lighting up as he nodded- Fried rice, some form of gravy or curry, and nice soft eggs.

"Ja, gut Schatz! (Its food Love), What is it?" He questioned as he hands back the cleaned spoon and you give him another spoonful which he inhails.

"It's Omurice, I found the recipe and wanted to give it a go. I don't know if I got the egg constancy right but I'm more concerned about taste" You shrug truthfully König clearly agreeing as he turned to look if you had anymore- this drawing a laugh from you as you make him a fat plate which he accepts happily.

"Danke" He says quickly before tucking into the large plate, happily chatting away setting his lego project further on the table so it didn't get disturbed. You only pausing the conversation to point to the larger males shirt which had a large stain on it.

"You got sauce on your shirt love" You say with a giggle, the Austrian make looking down and sighing softly. Giving a quick curse as he stood up to change his shirt.

Heading upstairs he took off his shirt and went to grab another when he paused and looked at himself in the mirror-

Now König knew he was a big guy- that was no surprise however he was defiently noticing he was becoming a bigger guy. Mainly his shirts didn't fit the same around his stomach and sides region but he hadnt really noticed till now, Looking himself over he saw a nice thin layer of plush over his whole form.

He blushed at this, realizing he may have been getting way more comforble then he realized. Remembering his mother telling him that once a person finds themselves in a life long relationship they can get bigger due to being comforble.

Had he truly gotten that comforble? He thought back to the days they would spend together, how he found everything that you did to be adorable and you had just become a part of his life. His heart fluttering at the thought as his need for a new shirt was forgotten and be stepped out of the room.

He walked back down, shirtless still in deep thought as he held his stained garmet. You raised a brow at seeing him so out of it and holding the shirt, Stepping forward you gently touch his hand to gently bring him back to you.

"König? Love you okay?" You question as he finally comes back to reality and blinks at you. Like he was seeing you for the first time all over again.

"König?.." You question again but he leans down and instead captures your lips in a deep kiss. A blush forming over both of your cheeks at the suddently passionate kiss, he pulled away after a moment after the need for air won out. After a moment of catching your breaths he stared you in the eyes.

"Let's go to the Juwelier (Jewlery Store) Tommorow Liebling~" He said with a shy smile and hands on your hips, A new sparkle in his eyes.

[adventuringblind]

Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

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Pile 1

I'm getting some student energy from you here, Pile 1. It's either you're a graduating student or you already graduated. You're thinking and planning to move out of your house/parents' house with someone here, I'm hearing a friend or someone you're in a relationship with. You're planning to move out with them and rent a place together, specifically an apartment. You've been thinking about this a lot and you're willing to take the risk on this one. But I'm getting that you should be patient with this and don't rush it. I'm hearing that you want to start anew here because you might have some bad relationship with your parents and family, and you will, just take things slow and don't act on impulse. Ask for some help from people who were in the same situation as you and now they're happy and stable with their own lives. Make them your inspiration.

Pile 2

So you're thinking of walking away from your relationship. You might have had some conflicts or arguments and for you, it's not working out anymore. This person might be apologizing to you now but you chose to take a break for a while, have a cool off, and reassess the relationship. I can see that you're reassessing this relationship and you're thinking that maybe it really just won't work out, but you still might be hopeful about this. You're trying to heal from all the pain that this person had caused you in this relationship. And now, after reassessing for a while, you're thinking that perhaps it's best if you break up with them. And I'm getting that yes, it is. It's starting to get toxic and unhealthy, it's not good for your well-being. So it's time to start anew on your own. You don't need them in your life anyway. You might still be in some kind of in denial stage, you might be trying to convince yourself that this will still work out, but it won't anymore. You took some break from this relationship to see things clearly, and now you shouldn't gaslight yourself for something that will not happen. Take some time to look back in your life without this person and think how happy you were without them. Go on, start anew without them and heal yourself from what you've been through in this relationship. Don't let this person manipulate you and convince you to give them another chance and they say that they'll change because with all the chances you had given them, they didn't change. This time won't be any different.

Pile 3

You're anxious about the school year coming up. It's so near and this is making you anxious. You might be a transferee student and you're scared that you might not do well in your new school/university, perhaps you're a freshman. Either way, I'm getting that you need to do some advance study now. Set your hobbies aside for a while and include studying in your daily schedule and routine. You're scared that the teachers/professors won't recognize your efforts this year and you need to protect yourself from this feeling. Don't let this fear take over and control the way you manage your day-to-day life. Don't let it hold you back from actually improving and doing your best because you're thinking that it might not be enough. You've already went through a lot here, especially when it comes to your studies, you already learned a lot and you're even done with all the school drama. Now, it's time to get yourself and your life together, welcome this school year with passion and be interested in what you have to learn this year.

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Sorry if this is too much or not,

Can I request some HCs of the bad batch’s fem! s/o being clumsy. They always see y/n trip, and sometimes catch her by the back of her shirt, to make sure she doesn’t fall.

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Sounds kinda cute, let me give it a try 😁

The Bad Batch x Fem!Reader HCs - Clumsy

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Hunter

His senses, his perception, are always alert and very attentive around you. Actually, you are not that long together yet, but nevertheless, you can no longer count on your fingers how many times he has already saved you from injuries and greater damage. Be it tripping at an inopportune moment, dropping dangerous objects or accidentally leaning against unsafe/dangerous objects. Of course, he can't be around you 24/7, so he frequently tends to minor wounds you accidentally inflict on yourself, like cuts while cooking, or minor burns and bruises. Hunter, meanwhile, has developed yet another sense, another antenna, that is solely concerned with you. Whenever he's near you, his neural pathways buzz as soon as you trip, falter, or drop something, and he's on the spot in a flash. Luckily for you, he likes to do that and even if he sighs more often or breathes a sigh of relief when he can prevent the worst from happening, he'll never complain. "I got you, darling"

Echo

He sighs as he grabs you in the back of your jacket and pulls you back, keeping you from falling off the ramp. "Sometimes you scare me Love, one of these days you're going to fall when I'm not around and crack your skull or something," he says grumbling. You smile crookedly and say, "I'm trying not to do that." "So far you're not doing very well," Echo says, kissing your cheek. Tending to minor cuts, bruises and the like on you are already routine for Echo, as is the quick grab to keep you from falling. His reflexes and senses can't keep up with Hunter, but he's not too far off either. In any case, around him, it's extremely rare for anything to happen to you, despite your clumsiness. He is constantly worried and expresses it, but at the same time he is tireless in protecting you, sometimes even from yourself.

Wrecker

You are lying on the floor. Somehow you tripped over something, maybe even your own feet, hit your head and went down unconscious. "Hey, sweetie, you okay?" You open your eyes and look up into Wrecker's face, which hovers over you with concern. The next moment, you're carefully picked up by two strong hands and set down on one of the bunks. You blink and say, "Yeah, I think so, fell and hit my head". Wrecker raises his eyebrows. "Again? Now that's what I'm starting to worry about," Wrecker says as he carefully examines your head. He finds a bump, but no open wound. "Maybe Tech or Echo should do a scan, just in case," he says seriously. Wrecker always keeps an eye on you when you're around him, and his strong hand keeps providing protection and safety, but you keep managing to accidentally hurt yourself. "I have a headache," you say softly, rubbing the bump gently. Wrecker kisses your forehead and says, "I'm not surprised, but don't worry, sweetie, we'll take care of it." Wrecker is very patient and a total softie when it comes to you.

Tech

He is engrossed in his Holopad, eagerly calculating a few things to follow up on one of his hunches, when he hears a small noise, accompanied by a surprised little exclamation, followed by a slightly louder rumble. He blinks. Lowers the holopad and finally sighs softly. "My love?" He hears your voice from the hallway, "Um, yeah, over here. Could you maybe help me out for a second?" Tech hastily puts the holopad aside, stands up and walks into the hallway. His eyes widen in surprise when he sees that you've managed to stumble into the utility closet and got tangled up in Hunter's fishing gear. Tech says dryly, "My dear, you really do have a special talent." You sigh, "Don't joke around now please honey, just help me instead". Tech shakes his head but comes closer and starts untangling you from fishing line and other items and finally pulls you out of the chamber. "I really can't let you out of my sight," he says gently and at the same time reprovingly. You shrug your shoulders and reply meekly, "I'm really not doing this on purpose, Tech." "It's okay," he says with a smile, kissing your cheek, fishing a plastic bait out of your hair, and adding, "I'm just glad you're usually lucky enough to avoid major injury."

Crosshair

He hears a clang, then a rumble. "Let me guess, you're home again, honey?" he asks dryly without looking up. You say just as dryly, "No, I'm a burglar". With a sigh, Crosshair gets up from his chair and walks into the kitchen. You've managed to knock over a vase and an end table, tearing your pantyhose in the process. "A pretty talentless burglar," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to your feet, "Did you hurt yourself?" You shake your head and sigh. "No, I don't think so." Crosshair crouches down and looks at your leg, just a run in the tights, no scrapes in the skin underneath. He stands back up, kisses your cheek, maneuvers you around the debris, and finally picks up the pieces. Crosshair usually counters your clumsiness in his own way with jokes and sarcasm, but always watches out for you, and takes care of your wounds and the property damage you cause. He grumbles now and then, but he is much more patient and caring than he sometimes pretends to be.

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Ko-Fi prompt from Isabelo:

Hi! I'm new to the workforce and now that I have some money I'm worried it's losing its value to inflation just sitting in my bank. I wanted to ask if you have ideas on how to counteract inflation, maybe through investing?

I've been putting this off for a long time because...

I am not a finance person. I am not an investments person. I actually kinda turned and ran from that whole sector of the business world, at first because I didn't understand it, and then once I did understand it, because I disagreed with much of it on a fundamental level.

But... I can describe some factors and options, and hope to get you started.

I AM NOT LEGALLY QUALIFIED TO GIVE FINANCIAL ADVICE. THIS IS NOT FINANCIAL ADVICE.

What is inflation, and what impacts it?

Inflation is the rate at which money loses value over time. It's the reason something that cost 50 cents in the 1840s costs $50 now.

A lot of things do impact inflation, like housing costs and wage increases and supply chains, but the big one that is relevant here is federal interest rates. The short version: if you borrow money from the government, you have to pay it back. The higher the interest rates on those loans, the lower inflation is. This is for... a lot of reasons that are complicated. The reason I bring it up is less so:

The government offers investments:

So yeah, the feds can impact inflation, but they also offer investment opportunities. There are three common types available to the average person: Bonds, Bills, and Notes. I'll link to an article on Investopedia again, but the summary is as follows: You buy a bill, bond, or note from the government. You have loaned them money, as if you are the bank. Then, they give it back, with interest.

Treasury Bills: shortest timeframe (four weeks to a year), and lowest return on investment. You buy it at a discount (let's say $475), and then the government returns the "full value" that the bond is, nominally (let's say $500). You don't earn twice-yearly interest, but you did earn $25 on the basis of Loaning The Government Some Cash.

Treasury Notes: 2-10 year timeframe. Very popular, very stable. Banks watch it to see how they should plan the interest rates for mortgages and other large loans. Also pretty high liquidity, which means you can sell it to someone else if you suddenly need the cash before your ten-year waiting period is up. You get interest payments twice a year.

Treasury Bonds: 20-30 years. This is like... the inverse of a house mortgage. It takes forever, but it does have the highest yield. You get interest payments twice a year.

Why invest money into the US Treasury department, whether through the above or a different government paper? (Savings bonds aren't on sold the set schedule that treasury bonds are, but they only come in 30-year terms.)

It is very, very low risk. It is pretty much the lowest risk investment a person can make, at least in the US. (I'm afraid I don't know if you're American, but if you're not, your country probably has something similar.)

Interest rates do change, often in reaction or in relation to inflation. If your primary concern is inflation, not getting a high return on investment, I would look into government papers as a way to ensure your money is not losing value on you.

This is the website that tells you the government's own data for current yield and sales, etc. You can find a schedule for upcoming auctions, as well.

High-yield bank accounts:

Savings accounts can come with a pretty unremarkable but steady return on investment; you just need to make sure you find one that suits you. Some of the higher-yield accounts require a minimum balance or a yearly fee... but if you've got a good enough chunk of cash to start with, that might be worth it for you.

They are almost as reliable as government bonds, and are insured by the government up to $250,000. Right now, they come with a lower ROI than most bonds/bills/notes (federal interest rates are pretty high at the moment, to combat inflation). Unlike government papers, though, you can deposit and withdraw money from a savings account pretty much any time.

Certificates of Deposit:

Okay, imagine you are loaning money to your bank, with the fixed term of "I will get this money back with interest, but only in ten years when the contract is up" like the Treasury Notes.

That's what this is.

Also, Investopedia updates near-daily with the highest rates of the moment, which is pretty cool.

Property:

Honestly, if you're coming to me for advice, you almost definitely cannot afford to treat real estate as an investment thing. You would be going to an actual financial professional. As such... IDK, people definitely do it, and it's a standby for a reason, but it's not... you don't want to be a victim of the housing bubble, you know? And me giving advice would probably make you one. So. Talk to a professional if this is the route you want to take.

Retirement accounts:

Pension accounts are a kind of savings account. You've heard of a 401(k)? It's that. Basically, you put your money in a savings account with a company that specializes in pensions, and they invest it in a variety of different fields and markets (you can generally choose some of this) in order to ensure that the money grows enough that you can hopefully retire on it in fifty years. The ROI is usually higher than inflation.

These kinds of accounts have a higher potential for returns than bonds or treasury notes, buuuuut they're less reliable and more sensitive to market fluctuations.

However, your employer may pay into it, matching your contribution. If they agree to match up to 4%, and you pay 4% of your paycheck into an pension fund, then they will pay that same amount and you are functionally getting 8% of your paycheck put into retirement while only paying for half of it yourself.

Mutual Funds:

I've definitely linked this article before, but the short version is:

An investment company buys 100 shares of stock: 10 shares each in 10 different "general" companies. You, who cannot afford a share of each of these companies, buy 1 singular share of that investment company. That share is then treated as one-tenth of a share of each of those 10 "general" companies. You are one of 100 people who has each bought "one stock" that is actually one tenth of ten different stocks.

Most retirement funds are actually a form of mutual fund that includes employer contributions.

Pros: It's more stable than investing directly in the stock market, because you can diversify without having to pay the full price of a share in each company you invest in.

Cons: The investment company does get a cut, and they are... often not great influences on the economy at large. Mutual funds are technically supposed to be more regulated than hedge funds (which are, you know, often venture capital/private equity), but a lot of mutual funds like insurance companies and pension funds will invest a portion of their own money into hedge funds, which is... technically their job. But, you know, capitalism.

Directly investing in the stock market:

Follow people who actually know what they're doing and are not Evil Finance Bros who only care about the bottom line. I haven't watched more than a few videos yet, but The Financial Diet has had good energy on this topic from what I've seen so far, and I enjoy the very general trends I hear about on Morning Brew.

That said, we are not talking about speculative capital gains. We are talking about making sure inflation doesn't screw with you.

DIVIDENDS are profit that the company shares to investors every quarter. Did the company make $2 billion after paying its mortgages, employees, energy bill, etc? Great, that $2 billion will be shared out among the hundreds of thousands of stocks. You'll probably only get a few cents back per stock (e.g. Walmart has been trading at $50-$60 for the past six months, and their dividends have been 57 cents and then 20.75 cents), but it adds up... sort of. The Walmart example is listed as having dividends that are lower than inflation, so you're actually losing money. It's part of why people rely on capital gains so much, rather than dividends, when it comes to building wealth.

Blue Chip Stocks: These are old, stable companies that you can expect to return on your investment at a steady rate. You probably aren't going to see your share jump from $5 to $50 in a year, but you also probably won't see it do the reverse. You will most likely get reliable, if not amazing, dividends.

Preferred Stocks: These are stock shares that have more reliable dividends, but no voting rights. Since you are, presumably, not a billionaire that can theoretically gain a controlling share, I can't imagine the voting rights in a given company are all that important anyway.

Anyway, hope this much-delayed Intro To Investing was, if not worth the wait, at least, a bit longer than you expected.

Hey! You got interest on the word count! It's topical! Ish.

[littleoddwriter]

If you’re comfortable with such, may I request what would happen if Billy’s mother (assuming she’s the source of all his trauma) were to visit the (now) sorority house? Perhaps here, Billy and the reader are already in a relationship

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Hi there! Thanks so much for the request and for waiting patiently. I hope it's okay I decided to do this in bullet points, rather than a regular fic. I just didn't quite know how to write a whole short story around this and be satisfied with it. Either way, I hope you like it! <3 notes; Female!Reader (can be read gender neutral; it's just fem because of the setting); Past Trauma; Mentions of Past Child Abuse; Trauma Reaction; Short Fic in HC-style.

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It’s winter break, so most of your housemates are gone to visit their families, which leaves you and Billy alone at the sorority house when his mother comes by.

You open the door for her, not knowing who she is, and believing her to simply be an elderly lady that might have gotten confused when she insisted that this used to be her house. 

Billy leaves the attic very rarely, finding comfort in the dark, crammed corners of it; but he’d recognise that voice anywhere, no matter how much she’s aged and how long ago he’s last seen her. His mother.

It shakes him to his core to actually hear her voice coming from herself and not his memories, his mind, or his own imitation of her when he was having an episode. 

He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He wants to run down and confront her; although, he knew he’d get tongue tied. He wants to kill her and spray her evil blood all over the walls she once called her own. The walls his developing body often made brutal contact with. The walls that felt like they were closing in on him every time she cornered him and yelled at him as if he was an abomination. Sometimes, he still believes that last part to be true. No matter how often you tell him that you don’t see him as anything less than precious.

While you’re talking to Billy’s mother, you get an odd feeling about her. A sense of dread and danger. It confuses you because to your eyes she’s just an old lady, probably somebody’s grandma, who wasn’t quite right in her mind anymore. 

You try to keep her in the living area downstairs, not trusting her, and also not knowing if Billy is staying where he was up in the attic. 

She goes on and on about how she used to live in this house with her family; her late husband and daughter. She wants to mention something else when she talks about her family, but stops herself. You catch the look in her eyes, and it sends a shiver down your spine. Your inkling about her might not be all wrong, then.

You start to feel uncomfortable and you don’t know how to ask her to leave in the most polite and effective way. That’s when Billy makes himself known by throwing things around in the attic, going by the sounds coming from there. 

When she asks, you say it’s a raccoon that often causes a ruckus up in the attic. She doesn’t buy it. She’s persistent about going upstairs, wanting to see her old rooms and to look into the attic to check if she maybe did leave something behind when moving. 

Luck is on your side when the house mother comes back from an errand and sternly asks the lady to leave, which she does after a little fight; but once she’s threatened with having somebody called on her, she accepts defeat.

After a little chat with the house mother, you excuse yourself and go up into the attic, making sure she doesn’t notice. Billy is in complete distress when you enter. While he’s not throwing things, or himself, around anymore, he’s curled into a ball on the floor in the far corner of the attic where it’s darkest. You can barely even make out his shape. 

Sitting down on the floor near him, you keep quiet, knowing that he’ll come to you or talk to you if he wants or needs to. Sometimes, quiet company is worth much more to Billy.

After a short while, he sits up, reaches his arms out to you, pulls you in, and holds you tight. He’s still shaking and making soft noises of distress, but he’s starting to calm down. 

You simply stay in his arms, shushing him softly here and there. At some point, he shakily reveals that the old lady was his mother. It hits you hard. He’s told you bits and pieces about his past, usually during his episodes and mostly involuntarily. Not knowing what to say to that, you just hold him tighter. 

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Sixteen

Warnings: language, angst.

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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Another three weeks had passed, and Y/N willed their bad luck wouldn’t strike again tonight. Their last attempt at a second date saw her bedridden with the flu and doubly miserable at another failed attempt to rekindle a relationship with Dean. He had been understanding and told her to rest and drink plenty of fluids, but she knew he must be just as frustrated as she was that Lady Luck seemed to have abandoned all hope on their second chance.

Today though, Y/N felt fit and healthy, Dean wasn’t on shift, and she was spending hers in an empty office catching up on paperwork and overtime claims. She’d instructed her staff to only disturb her if it was absolutely necessary. If things finally went their way, neither should be stuck or injured at work this time, and that thought gave her hope that this would finally be it.

Dean was full of nervous energy and decided the best way to use it up was to give Baby a long overdue tune-up, clean and polish. It was perfect timing, too, because then she would be looking her best when he took Y/N out to the fanciest restaurant Lawrence had to offer, and by the time he was finished, he’d be a few hours closer to his date with Y/N; it was a win-win.

He wasn’t surprised she’d gotten sick and had to cancel last time. The whole day fate hadn’t been working in his favour, so when her text came through, it was the cherry on top of what had been a really fucking shitty day. When he called her later to see how she was, she sounded dreadful, and he’d immediately offered to come over and look after her. Y/N declined, saying all that would achieve was him getting sick too, and then their date would have to be postponed for even longer.

Knowing Y/N was working today made him a little apprehensive that something would crop up at the last second and force another rain check. Still, he was trying to keep that niggling thought buried. And so, with a coffee-filled travel mug, Dean made his way outside with his tools and got to work sprucing up his second best girl.

Her message came in at 4pm.

Y/NCheck the news. I’m so sorry, De xx

Dean closed his eyes in frustration and huffed loudly at their atrocious luck. Turning on the news, he watched the aftermath of an overturned lorry on the freeway, blocking the road in both directions and multiple vehicles colliding with it or other vehicles.

“So far,” the news anchor reported, “there have been five fatalities and over twenty people with injuries of varying severity, and several people are still trapped in their vehicles. Emergency workers are doing all they can to free them, with relief crews being called in to assist.

“Meanwhile, Lawrence Memorial Hospital is nearing its emergency patient capacity and has set up an outdoor triage area for the walking wounded, keeping the hospital building free for those with more serious injuries that need attending to.”

His cell rang shortly after, and Dean was only briefly disappointed that it wasn’t Y/N. He knew she’d be swamped, and he probably wouldn’t hear from her until everyone from the accident had been treated. Still, he had a sliver of hope that it might’ve been her.

“Bobby, I just saw the news,” Dean answered the call.

“So you know why I’m calling?” Bobby said, his question rhetorical. “I’m sorry to ask you to work when you’re supposed to have plans tonight…”

“It’s fine. Y/N’s on shift and already sent me a text cancelling. It’ll be all hands on deck at the hospital, so I might as well come in. At least it’ll stop me from drowning my sorrows,” Dean chuckled sadly.

“I’m sorry, Dean. I’m sure you’ll get that date soon,” Bobby replied, but right now, that wasn’t much comfort to the younger man.

“I’m starting to think we should just cut our losses. Maybe something’s trying to tell us something,” Dean scoffed.

“Dean-”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there in ten,” Dean cut in, not feeling in the mood to hear another person say how perfect they were for each other when the simple task of going on a date seemed impossible.

It would be a long night, but at least he’d have work to keep him from spiralling down the self-depreciation hole he usually did when Y/N had to cancel plans.

With all trapped persons rescued and the accident site secured by police and awaiting cleanup, Dean’s Firehouse had been posted to the triage area at the hospital to help wherever possible. They were giving first aid, handing out food and water, and checking up on patients in the hospital on behalf of concerned family and friends who were outside waiting for news of their loved ones.

He’d even got to speak to Y/N briefly a few times, and those little moments of light in what was otherwise a dark situation had kept his spirits up. And now that the last few patients were being treated, he finally felt he could breathe easier. Maybe, he’d even be able to convince Y/N to go for a bite to eat before they both went home and slept.

Trawling through the hospital’s hallways, Dean’s only focus was finding the nurse who was slowly taking hold of his heart again and taking up most of his thoughts since coming back to town. He almost missed her as he turned another corner and walked down another corridor.

Stepping back to the room he’d just passed, Dean paused at the window, praying he was wrong and that the woman sitting on the floor, arms crossed over her legs and head on her knees, wasn’t Y/N. Opening the door and quietly stepping into the room, his heart ached at the realisation that it was her and that the usually strong and kept-together nurse was in tears.

“Hey, Princess, what’s the matter?” Dean asked, making his way over and crouching in front of her. Y/N looked at him, eyes red and puffy, her cheeks wet with tears, and he threw all caution to the wind as he sat beside her, pulled her into his lap, and wrapped his arms around her.

They remained embraced on the floor for a while before Y/N’s tears stopped, and she’d stopped gasping in shallow breaths between her heartwrenching sobs. Dean was at a loss on what to do at first, but then he remembered that this was Y/N. His Y/N. And though she was stronger than she looked and more capable than people gave her credit for, sometimes the only way she could process her emotions was to cry.

“Sorry, I needed that,” Y/N eventually spoke and wiped at her eyes. “Days like this, when we lose so many people, never get easier to process. Sometimes I just need a little time to cry it all out.”

“No need to explain to me, Princess. I’ve known you my whole life, and I know that if you don’t let it out now, it’ll eat away at you and eventually consume you. I’ll always be here to ground you whenever you feel like that, alright?”

“Thank, De,” she sniffled and smiled softly at him. “I suppose we should get back out there, huh?”

“In a few minutes. The last patients are being treated, and Ellen, Jody, and Bobby have called a staff briefing at 5am. We’ve got a little time to calm you down some more,” Dean kissed her forehead and smiled, wrapping his arms around her a little tighter and pulling her into his body a little closer.

After urging everyone who’d gathered for the briefing in the hospital canteen to have something to eat before they went home, Dr Ellen Harvelle, Charge Nurse Rowena Macleod, Sheriff Jody Mills, and Fire Chief Bobby Singer thanked their staff for the exceptional job they’d all done in the face of such tragedy and dismissed them from their duties. Reserve police officers and firefighters had started their shifts early to allow those who’d worked all night to go home and rest.

The doctors, nurses and hospital staff who’d been on shift when the accident happened or been called in as backup would be relieved by those who’d either volunteered to stay and work a double shift or agreed to come in on a rest day.

Dean got to have breakfast with Y/N after all, but they were joined by Benny, Bobby, and Jody. He couldn’t complain, though, as he saw the smile come back to Y/N’s face as she talked to Jody and playfully rolled her eyes at Benny’s southern charm and blatant flirting. Dean didn’t rise to the Cajun’s bait, knowing that was exactly what he wanted.

“Now, I know you’re a workaholic, Y/N, but please tell me you didn’t volunteer to stay on?” Uncle Bobby asked with the stern look that never made her listen to him when she was a child and certainly wouldn’t make her listen to him now.

“No, I didn’t. I’ve been working for…” Y/N glanced at the fob watch attached to her scrub top pocket, “twenty-three and half hours. If I stay any longer, I would be endangering the patients, particularly because I haven’t had a break, let alone any sleep.”

“Good. You look like death warmed up,” Bobby stated before shovelling a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth.

“Yeah…” Y/N sighed and rubbed a hand down her face. “I feel like it too.”

“Go home, honey, before you fall asleep at the table!” Jody chuckled, and Y/N responded with a lopsided smile before grabbing the empty plate and used cutlery and standing from her seat.

“Alright, I’m going! Uncle Bobby, Jody, I’ll see you Sunday. Benny, it was nice to see you again,” she smiled tiredly at the blue-eyed man.

“You too, cher. Take care of yourself, you hear?” Benny winked at her before digging back into his breakfast.

Dean stood and lifted his used dishes and walked with her to place them on the counter, which was home to all the used crockery. “You doing okay, Y/N?”

“Yeah, nothing a hot shower and a decent sleep won’t fix,” she smiled.

“Alright. Call me later, once you’ve had some sleep?” Dean asked with a raised brow.

“Of course,” she smiled. “I hope you’re going home to get some sleep too?”

“Yeah, we’ll probably have another debrief back at the firehouse, then, I am going home and crawling straight into bed,” he chuckled at her smile of approval and with a final farewell, Y/N left the hospital canteen, grabbed her purse from her locker and went home to sleep.

Waking up hours later when the sun had gone down, Y/N lay in bed trying to process everything that had happened the past few days. It was always tragic when they lost a patient, and serious incidents like yesterday were awful and never got easier to deal with. In moments like this, it was easier to think of the tens of patients they saved than the six they had lost.

The next thing to cross her mind was Dean. Y/N had been glad he was posted at the hospital because she was really starting to miss him. The first couple of times they couldn’t go on their date, she’d still been able to see him, but she hadn’t seen him in twelve days because she’d been so ill with flu, and she didn’t want Dean to see her like that. Sure, it might have been extremely vain of her to think that way, but she felt it was too soon to be at her absolute worst with him.

Y/N was also disappointed that things kept coming up. Granted, neither of them had chosen what happened to stall progress on their budding relationship. No one could’ve predicted her father would die right after their first date and put any thought of another date onto the back burner for weeks.

Neither of them could’ve guessed that Jess would need to finish work early and Y/N would need to be the one to take her shift, nor could Dean or her have done anything to stop Cas from getting injured on a call. And there was no way either could have foreseen what happened yesterday, resulting in them having to work.

Suddenly, she had an overwhelming pang in her chest and a strong urge to be with him, to say to hell with the fates, dates, plans, and schedules. She just needed to be with him. Needed him.

Knowing Dean wouldn’t be working after pulling an all-night shift, Y/N threw the bed covers off her body and showered. She was going to go over. Who needed a date anyway? She and Dean had been on hundreds of those and, she hoped, would go on hundreds more.

This was no longer about want for Y/N. It was about need.

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Hi there! If you're still accepting Bleach requests, may I see your headcannons based on the Bleach Jet art of the Espadas and Quincies in delinquent school uniforms (specifically Grimmjow, Nnoitra, and Bazz-B)? That official art just gave me major brain worms, and I really like your art and headcannons >.< Also, do you happen to have a Ko-fi/patreon to send donations to?

ACTUALLY funny enough I've been thinking about this art a lot myself lmao so I do have some headcanons! as for my ko-fi or patreon.. like I said before transferring money out of them is impossible where I am right now but I made a boosty acc (I'll link it in my bio)

First I wanna add that I just can't see Stark as a high schooler x). He has the vibe of a teacher who somehow ended up with the worst classes in school despite his formidable reputation. Though maybe he was a delinquent himself in the past so he knows how to deal with these little shits. He also has a soft spot for them so as strict as this man can be he cuts them a lot of slack. Like for example I'm sure Nnoitra would smoke in this AU so I think the first day Stark started working with them they met on the rooftop on the lunch break while Gilga was smoking and instead of scolding him Stark just asked for a cig. Nnoitra almost shit himself. I'm also sure he would ask his class to look after his daughter Lilynette so she won't get into any trouble with that attitude of hers. She's probably in middle school or a couple of years younger than them so yeah... the lil sis of the group...

Despite the differences and constant bickering Nnoitra and Grimmjow are basically attached at the hip. I can see them being childhood frenemies actually. Ulquiorra and Szayel are also somewhere in their orbit of course but these two are the worst duo to stumble upon. Very notorious

Ulquiorra is obviously the class president given the armband. He tries his best to mediate the conflicts between his classmates or make them behave better but it's all in vain. Mostly. Some days he's just not in the mood to be responsible and reasonable when dealing with all the bullshit. When trying to bring delinquents to reason you have to be either very respected among them or more fierce than them and Ulquiorra certainly lacks the authority because of his character and swaglessness. He's very scary when mad however. Everybody knows this by now but they just keep trying their fate. Like I'm telling you once he unbuttons his gakuran it's so fucking over

Unlike Grimmjow Nnoitra is actually bothered with his grades enough to try and work for them and/or study (not all the time of course what do you think he's a loser or something?) It includes scaring people into doing his homework, snatching papers out of Ulquiorra's hands right before the class starts (he's used to it so he carries around two sets of hw) or if he REALLY needs to pass an exam he goes to Szayel, the class smartass. The latter is literally equivalent to dying and going through hell to him because he has to abandon all his pride. If you have a shit ton of money you always can try and ask Szayel to help you. Sure. A little bit of humiliation and you actually know the subject. However when it comes to Nnoitra the freak won't let him breathe because: 1) he doesn't need his money, Nnoitra has plenty and it's already stolen anyway so what's the fun? 2) asking a fellow delinquent you have a beef with for help has different means of payment 3) he just really wants to fuck with this guy's head since he thinks Nnoitra is a curious fella. Gilga is well aware of all of this and he's well aware that Szayel will make him polish his boots with his tongue before even considering helping him with acquiring the forbidden chemistry knowledge. So he has to really work for it whether it's a fistfight or running errands for Szayelaporro. It's a good thing Grantz stays true to his word

Grimmjow has a well-accessorized uniform thanks to Nnoitra but his casual clothing is hilariously uncool. I'm convinced this guy has zero taste both in clothing and prints/patterns because he couldn't care less about what other people think is considered fashionable when all he needs personally is functionality and comfort. He knows how to rock a good hairstyle though but if he wants to wear flip-flops outside then so be it

Nnoitra spends all the money he gets on new accessories and CDs (and maybe sometimes porno magazines) for which he constantly gets picked on. If it's someone not from his immediate friend circle then it's not even worth thinking about - left, right, goodnight. As if he's gonna let anyone get too fucking cheeky with him. He's infamous for being called slurs and then bashing the person's head in for this every week because he wears heels and had to endure children being mean to him because of his eye in kindergarten and primary school so it's no big deal really. But if it's Grimmjow then it's a fucking word battle to death he just can't let it slide. Jaegerjaquez really thinks Nnoitra is gonna get strangled by one of his necklaces one of those days but whatever. It's up to him. His music taste however... Now that's something they quarrel about all the time. "I mean I'm not saying anything! Sure you can buy new TOOL CDs all you want.. cough cough... fucking loser.. cough"

Bazz-B was hell-bent on making friends with Grimmjow because he genuinely thinks this guy is awesome. Look at his laid-back attitude and vicious ways! His blue hair, his style! Ohhh, to be like him!!! Jaegerjaquez on the other hand was not very impressed with how annoying Bazz could get with his neverending attempts of talking to him. Too energetic and loud for his liking. He already has Nnoitra and his big fat mouth he constantly runs all he wants so another talkative guy next to him would be too much for his everyday life. He would literally tell him to fuck off and threaten him with a beating of his life but unfortunately it got Bazz even more fired up. Damn weirdo. And a major pain in the ass. They did find a common ground in the end though and it's... A motorcycle that Bazz owns. Bazzard suggested they could take a ride together as a last resort and it was all it took to buy Grimm. Imagine the most excited person you've ever met and they still won't be as excited as Grimmjow was at that moment. Instant fucking boner! "Dibs on driving though" "Deal!" Grimmjow was surprised to reveal that Bazz-B is actually fun to be around and not as annoying as he initially thought he was. Nnoitra made a joke about them having a date the next day though

I think here Bazz-B suffers the same fate as Sakuragi Hanamichi in the beginning of Slam Dunk which is constantly trying to get girls on a date but being brutally rejected each time lmao 😭It's not like he is a bad-looking guy no it's actually the opposite but his personality and hot-headedness are too much to bear for girls he's going after

Askin is a great negotiator and he knows his way around with words but other than that he sucks. He's not a bad guy, just chronically fucking uncool and has to hide behind other people's backs because of mediocre fighting abilities. He also gets in all kinds of stupid situations because he just can't keep his thoughts to himself sometimes which is a bad asset to his cheesiness

Äs Nödt is also not very good at fighting but he's more useful than Askin lol. A smartass and a menace who is talented at collecting data and black-mail on people by eavesdropping and other means. He's the one who proposes the most out-of-pocket ways of taking revenge on other gangs or teaching someone a lesson so you better be careful with him

I hope I'll make more art of this later cuz I'm a bit burnt out rn

[lemonlover1110]

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Satoru Gojo & Suguru Getou

[Chapter 7] Dinner Party

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader x Suguru Getou

Chapter Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Infidelity, Oral Sex, Slight Fingering

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“Suguru?” You’re fairly surprised when you notice that your husband is home at a decent time for the second time in the month. Maybe he isn’t so busy anymore. Maybe he’ll actually come around. 

“Hey, honey.” He smiles as he walks over to you. He kisses your forehead before he takes a seat next to you on the couch. He clears his throat, watching what you do. You weren’t doing any of your new fancy hobbies, you’re just on your phone. “You’re not doing any of your fancy hobbies?”

“I just got home from getting my nails done.” You share. You’re about to ask why he’s home so early, but you decide against it. You’ll choose to believe that he finally decided that it’s time to make time for his wife. “How was work?”

“Extremely tiring.” He shuts his eyes as he slouches on the couch, throwing his head back. His hand goes to your thigh, and he opens his palm so you’ll place your hand with his. You do so, intertwining your fingers with his. “I miss you so much, pumpkin.”

“I miss you too, honey.” You respond. For a moment you sit in silence, appreciating each other’s presence. Before he completely ruins it, revealing that he isn’t here to spend time with you.

“I invited Satoru and his girlfriend over for dinner tonight.” He says, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You let go of his hand and stand up from the couch. “Where are you going, honey?”

“You’re only here when you need something from me.” You point out, and the man takes a deep breath. He’s far too tired for this. What he needs is a long warm bath, a nice movie, and some quality food. Not a nagging wife. He doesn’t respond, wanting to avoid arguing, but you continue. “Would it kill you to make some time for us? Why do you want to make time for Gojo and his little girlfriend, but not for your wife?”

“I don’t have the energy to deal with this right now.” He puts his palms over his face which muffles his words. But you hear him loud and clear, and it almost sends you over the edge. But you decide to take a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to calm yourself down. 

“I think you should check your priorities, Suguru, because I’m not staying around forever with this kind of treatment.” You threaten, although you know that you’ll stick around. You have adjusted to this lifestyle of luxury, and you’re not going to lose it because your husband is prioritizing his job. He’s possibly having an affair too, but you choose not to think about it.

“Look, I have to fucking work and make sure everything is afloat so I don’t lose my fucking position. You know why? Because you’re so fucking expensive. You spend so much fucking money, and I have to fund it. You don’t fucking stop, and yet here you are, bitching about me when I’m doing this for you.” He begins and your nails begin to dig into the skin of your hands. You’re about to speak, completely mortified at what he’s saying, but he continues talking, “All you fucking do is complain and bitch about something. I can’t find a moment of fucking peace with you. I’m so fucking tired, don’t you understand? The world doesn’t fucking revolve around you.”

“Well you better start believing that the world revolves around me because I’ll find someone who does, and leave you all behind.” You say as you begin to walk away. Suguru loudly sighs, which causes you to stop, slightly turning to look at him, “Also, you can suck your own dick tonight. Even better! Ask Gojo and his stupid girlfriend.”

Thirty minutes before Satoru and his girlfriend are set to arrive, you’re in the kitchen making sure everything is perfect. Obviously you’re not setting things up on your own, but you have to make sure nothing is fucked up. Satoru already makes fun of you for your decaying marriage, you wouldn’t want him to make fun of you because you can’t host a proper dinner. 

You wear your new shiny red dress, diamonds that your husband got you for your birthday, and black red bottoms. You made sure to look your best. Not only to force Suguru to come to his senses, but to make a person or two upset. 

“Honey, will you fix my tie?” You hear as you put two wine glasses down. You roll your eyes at Suguru, who walks up to you. He sticks out his bottom lip before he says, “Oh, honey, I can’t stand when you’re being mad at me. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you care?” You ask as you fix his tie. “Why are you dressing up so fancy?”

“The same reason you’re dressed so beautifully.” He responds, making you click your tongue. You let go of him and focus back on setting everything up. His arms wrap around you, hugging you from behind before he kisses your cheek, “Baby, you look so beautiful. God, I love you so much. Please don’t be mad at me.”

You don’t say anything in response. And you don’t say anything while he kisses your cheek over and over again. “I’m so sorry, baby. Spend all my money, I don’t mind. The world revolves around you.”

You know he’s doing it because he wants you to act your best during dinner. You didn’t exchange a word while you were getting ready. He only wants you to act like the perfect wife in front of his friend so you don’t embarrass him. Yet you laugh and accept his apology, telling him, “Alright, alright. You’re forgiven. Let me finish up here.”

“Let me help you.” He responds, a grin on his face. He’s glad he’s forgiven and that he didn’t have to buy you a new car this time. At least a car gets you moving, he’ll never forgive himself for spending the cost of a new home on a purse; one that you don’t use. 

“Make sure they go home early.” You tell your husband, who chuckles in response. He then hums in agreement. He doesn’t want to spend too much time with them, and additionally he doesn’t want to upset you. Maybe you’re right, and he has to spend more time with you.

The doorbell rings an hour later. Satoru, of course, is thirty minutes late, which makes you annoyed. But you didn’t expect anything else from him. Suguru’s hand rests on your waist as you two welcome Utahime and Satoru into your home. You maintain a fake smile on your face as you greet them, same as your husband.

“Was there a lot of traffic?” Suguru asks when he closes the door. You take the bottle of wine from Utahime and begin to walk to the kitchen with it. Usually you’d hand it off to someone, but the less time you spend with them the better. After everything with Suguru, the last thing you want to do is socialize. Especially with Satoru and his girlfriend of all people. However, you want to show off your pretty dress and your jewelry. 

“Throw this bottle away.” You order as you put the bottle down on the kitchen counter. You know Satoru makes an absurd amount of money, but apparently he can’t pay for a decent wine. “Have four glasses ready in less than five minutes. We’ll be in the living room.”

You walk out of the kitchen and to the living room, where Satoru sits next to his girlfriend on your white couch, while your husband sits on the armchair. You don’t want to awkwardly sit alone on the loveseat, and certainly don’t wait to join Satoru and his girlfriend on the couch. So you go to your husband’s side and take a seat on his lap. Suguru happily welcomes you. 

“You know there’s other seats available, right?” Satoru jokes, and you roll your eyes. You’re really not in the mood to deal with him. Suguru’s arms wrap around you and he brings you closer to him. 

“Do I need–” You begin but you cut yourself off. You have to act like the perfect wife that you are. At least in front of your husband. “I just want to be close to my husband.”

“Aren’t you two the perfect couple.” He comments, putting up an obnoxious smile. You look away from him and at his girlfriend. She wears a white dress that’s certainly a style choice. Definitely something that you wouldn’t be caught wearing. “I really wish to end up like you two.”

“So, Utahime, how long have you been together? Satoru never told us about you.” Suguru changes the topic since he knows that you’ll just end up bickering with Satoru, and he doesn’t want to hear that. Utahime gets red in the face, truly embarrassed to hear that from Suguru. She clears her throat as she scooches away from her boyfriend, clearly upset as this information comes to light in her world. You watch her reaction, chewing on the inside of your cheek to fight back the smirk that threatens to come onto your lips.

“We’ve been together for nearly a year.” She confesses, and you turn your face to look at your husband, hiding the smile that comes onto your lips, and only letting your husband see it. Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. He had something in his mind, but it slipped when he noticed your reaction. You manage to fight off your smile, and you purse your lips together.

“Oh you poor thing. Why would Satoru hide you for so long? You’re so pretty.” You begin, and you feel Satoru’s eyes burn into your skin. You ignore him, smiling at his girlfriend, your hands going on top of your husband’s that rest on your waist. “When Suguru and I started dating he began to show me off the first week. In less than a month I had met his parents.”

“Really? Satoru refuses to introduce me to his parents.” Utahime shares, glaring at her boyfriend. Satoru’s eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you. You’re clearly satisfied with what you’ve done in so little time, but your face won’t show it.

You feel your husband’s lips kiss your jaw before his lips go up to your ear, “Drop it.”

The maid finally comes out with four glasses of red wine. You each grab one and you quietly sip on your glasses. Both you and Satoru stare at each other. He’s clearly displeased with you, while you’re satisfied.

“Dinner should be ready soon.” Suguru comments, hating the awkward silence that fills up the place. Of course it won’t be immediately solved when there’s food in front of you, but it’ll make things go faster.

“Is this the wine I brought?” Satoru questions, and you shake your head. You know better than to straight up insult his selection.

“We want to save that for another occasion.” You answer, and Satoru knows exactly what you mean. It’s in the trash. You don’t save stuff for later. You’re a simple woman in some senses, you like something, you immediately open it. But when you don’t, you save it for later. But Satoru won’t push the subject tonight, even though he would’ve asked to see the bottle any other time. He’s with his girlfriend tonight, and you clearly have the upper hand. 

“I picked it out, I was really hoping to taste it.” Utahime reveals. You really can’t say that you’re surprised. By the way that dress she picked out looks, you can tell that the woman has poor taste. Satoru is about to make a snide remark about how he’ll pick it out of the trash, but he once again remembers that he has to stay in his best behavior before you bring up how amazing the beginning of your relationship with Suguru was. How at the end of your first year together, Suguru had proposed but you rejected the proposal because it was simply too soon. He doesn’t want Utahime to get similar ideas.

“Hmm… I’m sure Satoru can buy you another bottle. I’ve seen how much he earns yearly, he can definitely afford something so cheap.” You comment as you stand up from Suguru’s lap. You begin to walk to the kitchen, saying, “I’ll go check up on dinner.”

Ten minutes later, you’re seated at the dining table. Suguru sits at the end of the table, to your right, while Satoru ends on the other end to your left. You’re forced to look at Utahime, who is tense. She barely touches her food, her gaze falling on her beloved.

“Did you buy a new table? This is definitely smaller than I remember.” Satoru asks, and you nod in response because Suguru clearly hasn’t even noticed about the new furniture in your home. Suguru is quick to change the topic, turning his attention to Utahime. 

“So, Utahime, what do you do?” Suguru questions, which finally tears Utahime’s eyes from Satoru and she looks at your husband. Suguru smiles at her, trying to look inviting. Satoru is his best friend, and of course he wants his best friend’s girlfriend to feel welcomed.

“I’m… Trying to do music.” She answers, and you burst into laughter but you disguise it as a cough, grabbing your cloth napkin and putting it over your mouth. Satoru wants to act annoyed at this, but he wants to laugh as well.

“Really? Singer? What genre of music?” Suguru asks. Now you’re certainly curious what her answer is going to be.

“Well… You can say I’m more aligned with the pop genre.” She responds and it takes everything in you not to laugh again. She looks like a very serious woman, there’s no way she isn’t bluffing about this. You take a sip of your wine before you clear your throat.

“Utahime, how old are you?” You speak up, and she definitely doesn’t look too pleased with the question, or at least that’s what you can gather from the brows that furrow. You immediately try to play it off, “Just wondering how far apart in age we are. You can’t be much younger than us.”

“I’m 32.” She answers, and your eyebrows raise. She isn’t  younger than you, in fact she’s three years older than everyone at the table. And out of the four of you she’s the one that’s delusional enough to try and become the next pop sensation.

“Really? You wouldn’t be able to tell.” You try to smile, but it doesn’t come off as genuine. “Satoru’s dating preference is women that are younger than him, so I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why did you buy a new table?” Satoru asks, wanting to change the subject. He’s a bit curious as well because the last table was lovely. Suguru wants to ask as well because he hadn’t noticed the change in furniture. He knows he spent too much fucking money on the last one, and he can’t help but wonder why you decided to rearrange the furniture.

“Well, Suguru is barely home and the other table was simply too big for a singular person. This fits better for a single person.” You share, and Suguru sighs, regretting the question that left Satoru’s lips. Satoru clicks his tongue before he shakes his head in disapproval. But at least that’ll show Utahime that your marriage isn’t as perfect as others make it out to be. 

Satoru has introduced her to a couple other friends, and Suguru and his marriage have come up a couple of times. There’s always a mountain of praise when it comes up. It looks nearly perfect. He thought that maybe suggesting dinner to Suguru would show Utahime that Suguru’s marriage is far from perfect, but the cards haven’t been playing in his favor until now.

“You put work above your wife?” Satoru questions, knowing that Suguru does. For no other reason would you two send flirty texts to each other. Although Satoru isn’t the best boyfriend he could be, he at least tries to make time for Utahime.

“Well, I have to make sure I can pay for her every want and need. And pay for everything in the house as well. She couldn’t have bought this new table if it weren’t for me and my money.” Suguru points out. You feel your blood boiling at his words, but you can’t do anything but sip on your glass. The grip is too tight, almost enough to make the glass break in your hands. “I’m sorry I don’t have as much time for you as you’d like, but as I told you earlier, I need to make sure you have enough money to spend.”

“I do think you're a bit ungrateful for not appreciating what he does.” Utahime speaks up, and you have to put the glass of wine down because you swear it’ll just shatter into pieces. You’re so focused on taking deep breaths that you barely notice the hand that lands on your left thigh. It hits you when you feel his hand caress your skin, and it calms you down. Because you know out of all of them you have the upper hand, otherwise Satoru wouldn’t be caressing your thigh. Bursting into a fit of anger will just make you seem weak. “I get that you’re angry, but he’s trying his best. From what I can gather you like pricey stuff and he has to pay for it. How else would he be able to afford it if he didn’t spend all day working?”

“You’re new here, honey, so I’ll be nice.” You begin, fakely smiling at the woman. “You’re under my roof, so you follow my rules. You only speak when you’re spoken to. And did any of us talk to you about my husband’s work? No. So you better shut that pretty mouth of yours before I give you a reason to never speak again.”

“Be nice.” Suguru tells you in a rather threatening tone, and you glare at him as well. That is before Utahime speaks again.

“See I could gather that you were a bitch when we met, but most women try to disguise it just a bit.” Satoru’s eyes widen and you dig your nails into your palms. You’re so close to grabbing the glass of wine and throwing it to her face to give her another nice scar that’ll suit her face. Utahime then clears her throat, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“I do get that what my wife said was out of line but please refrain from ever calling her such derogatory names.” Suguru speaks up, and worry fills up Satoru. Suguru will do anything for you, that’s something that Satoru has noticed, and if you asked Suguru to fire him, Suguru would do it in a heartbeat. “And, honey, I think it’d be best to apologize.”

“I’m sorry.” You end up saying. You end up slapping away Satoru’s hand before you stand up from the table, “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I’ll go check on the dessert.”

“I’m going to go see if she needs any help.” Satoru says not too shortly after, standing up from his chair and following after you. They’d both question why Satoru is going to help, but both end up assuming Satoru is going to further apologize on Utahime’s behalf.

“You’re all dismissed.” You tell the staff that’s in the kitchen as you angrily walk into the room, and within seconds they’re out of the kitchen. You check the plated desserts that are on a tray on the kitchen island, when you hear,

“She isn’t like this. I’m sorry.” Satoru begins which causes you to chuckle.

“A struggling artist. How embarrassing for you. You’ve really downgraded from intelligent beautiful models.” You comment as he walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from behind. You don’t fight it, but you end up asking, “What are you doing?”

“You know she’s right, you are kind of a bitch.” He says and you roll your eyes.

“I never claimed I wasn’t but your mediocre girlfriend isn’t coming into my house and telling me that I am one when she stepped into a conversation she wasn’t a part of in the first place.” You respond, feeling as his fingertips touch the skin that’s at the bottom of your dress. That reminds you that he hasn’t answered your question, “Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing? My husband and your girlfriend aren’t too far away.”

“That’s something I miss about you. You’ve always been a bitch but you make it look cute. Utahime just gets on my fucking nerves.” He shares, and now you don’t care to stop him. He begins to fuel your ego, and of course you’re not going to do anything about it, especially when your heart craves payback. Although fucking Utahime’s boyfriend for revenge is a bit extreme, you’ve never claimed to be the most rational person.

“You’re trying to play it off like you miss me?” You ask, and you hear his subtle huh? “Satoru, we both know you want to fuck me simply because I’m Suguru’s wife.”

Satoru lets go of you, and you turn around to face him. You have a smirk on your face as you take a seat on the island. “Just because I decided to be a housewife, doesn’t mean that I’m fucking dumb. We both know I’m extremely smart, Satoru. You don’t want me because you miss me, you really couldn’t care less about our past relationship. You just want something that Suguru has.”

“What–” He begins, and you cut him off.

“I don’t care. Use me the same way I want to use you.” You grab his hand and pull him toward you. Your finger grabs some icing from one of the plates, and you spread it all over Satoru’s lips. He’s about to wipe it off, confused about this whole interaction until your tongue licks his lips. You clean off the icing, and just when he’s about to connect your lips, you push him away. “Don’t ruin my lipstick. It isn’t transfer proof. You wouldn’t want to let them know.”

You feel Satoru’s soft hands land on your thighs, and he begins to spread your legs. Goosebumps spread through your body while you watch him lower himself. However, you don’t leave him there for long. You don’t let him push your panties to the side before you grab a fistful of his hair and push his head back, “We have to go back before they come to check on us. Don’t let them get suspicious.”

“What’s another five minutes?” He asks, and you shake your head disapprovingly.

“Sneaking around is fun because there’s a possibility that we might get caught. It isn’t so fun when you make it extremely likely to get caught.” You lecture him, letting go of his head. Yet he still pushes your panties to the side. He presses a kiss on your clit, which makes you say, “But you’re just begging to get caught. You don’t care, do you?”

You have so much to lose but you don’t stop him as his tongue begins to run through your folds. You’re touch deprived and unbelievably mad at your husband. He’ll only make time for work or for Satoru– But after this you won’t mind him making time for Satoru. “Oh, you probably want him to walk in right now, don’t you? See me getting eaten out by you.”

His mouth begins to suck on your clit while two fingers run through your folds and gather your slick. He gets his fingers wet enough before he pushes them inside of you. When you feel his thick fingers inside of you, it’s when it hits you how real this is. You’re cheating on your husband. The man you vowed to love forever. This surge of guilt overtakes your body, and you feel your stomach churn. You grab a fistful of Satoru’s hair and push him away.

He chuckles as he sees your face, taking his slick-covered fingers out and moving them to your clit. His fingers move in a circular motion while he cockily raises a brow, “Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty… We haven’t even actually done anything yet.”

“We have to go before they come here and they find us like this.” You tell him. His tongue goes back to your cunt and he swirls it around your clit.  “Satoru…”

“Just when I finally got to taste you again.” He says, detaching himself and standing up right, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fix yourself up, your body extremely warm and your mind hazy as thousands of thoughts run through it. He begins to walk away but you say his name, “What?”

“Grab the tray and bring it out.”

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SUPERSTORE PREFERENCE

TEACHING YOU TO DRIVE

Characters: Amy Sosa, Jonah Simms, Dina Fox, Cheyenne Lee, Marcus White & Glenn Sturgis

Tags: mentions of drugs & reckless driving

A/N: the relationship between these characters + y/n for this pref is platonic, for glenn it would be familial too - big shoutout to @eddiecabotsmile cos i requested for them to write a reservoir dogs pref about them teaching the reader to drive, and this inspired me to do one for superstore cos them teaching y/n to drive would be undoubtedly funny <3 likes/reblogs/feedback are greatly appreciated!!! <333

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AMY SOSA —

Amy's like a mother figure to you, so she helps you in any way she can.

you and Amy decide to use her car because it's more spacious and comfortable.

Amy's teaching abilities when it comes to driving are pretty normal. It's nothing too stressful, but at the same time, it kind of is.

"I feel like you're gonna write me up if I miss a road sign."

Would roleplay as the driving instructor, which makes things so awkward and pressuring for you now

You hit the brakes too hard and she goes flying forward

JONAH SIMMS —

Somehow Jonah makes it about him, telling you he's good at driving, he's helped his friends get their licenses, set up cones to help them practice blah blah blah.

Jonah makes Garrett tag along after he refuses numerous times. "Y/N's gonna drive? I don't even trust y/n on the intercom."

Jonah bribes him, promising him you'll stop for pizza on the way.

He lets you use his car, but once you knock over a trash bin, and nearly rear-ending Glenn's new car, he regrets it. Garrett glares at him with a "what'd I tell you?" face.

Things turn out okay. You listen to Jonah when he tells you what to do. Jonah is calm because you start to get the hang of it, so then Garrett is chill. Everyone is chill.

Then you realized you missed the exit to the nearest pizza place like you promised.

DINA FOX —

At first, she judges you for not knowing how to drive and asks why you didn't get your license sooner.

She agrees to help you, but takes it way too seriously.

"I will make sure all my birds attack you like Melanie Daniels if you ever so make a dent on my van."

Quizzes you on everything, even though you proved to her so many times that you have your permit.

Dina is timing you, yelling at you for going ten miles on a forty mile speed limit, and stresses you out over every small thing.

"GO!! GO!!!!!!! UGH. You could have went, y/n!"

Dina would literally scream at pedestrians or even drivers for going too slow or almost cutting you off.

CHEYENNE LEE —

She would not care if you accidentally hit another car trying to parallel park. As long as she's the passenger princess, she would definitely pass you.

She wasn't lying when she said she has bees in her car. You even glanced at the cup holder and found a baggy of ecstasy.

"Cheyenne, are you sure I'm doing a good job?"

"Hm? Oh, you're a natural! If you were my Uber driver, I'd give you a 5-star rating, or maybe a 4.4 because Harmonica drives her Barbie convertible better than you."

Cheyenne would not even be paying attention, she would just be on her phone the whole time, taking selfies or texting Bo or Mateo.

Hell, she would FaceTime Mateo so he could judge your driving on camera.

She would look up from her phone last minute and be like, "Oh, wait. The exit's here."

MARCUS WHITE —

If he never offered and insisted, Marcus would be over the moon when you ask him to teach you. He has a playlist ready and everything.

You immediately regret it, though, for valid reasons. He's making you use his car when the poor guy doesn't even have doors to his car, plus he's kind of gross.

He's a decent driver but would often ignore road signs, and wouldn't even care if you, the driver, wore a seat belt or not.

Marcus would eventually dare you to floor it down the highway.

Would make you stop at a Wendy's or something.

You only needed help reverse parking.......

GLENN STURGIS —

Glenn is THRILLED.

Glenn allows you to use his car, despite getting a new one every time they get damaged by every circumstance at work.

He sings children nursery rhymes to calm himself down if you go at least five miles over the speed limit, and would grip the handle. Typical boomer things.

"You almost hit Brett!"

"Brett is all the way at the cart corral!"

He would congratulate you for getting one small thing right, as little as checking your mirror or putting both hands on the wheel.

He demonstrates the different types of parking, but takes his sweet time.

You don't end up doing well on the first try, but he insists that you're doing your best — even after almost hitting a mother pushing her stroller at a red light.

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cruel intentions | chapter twenty

summary: you and peter are having a nice night, why won't harry respect that

warnings: implied smut

listen to: Thinking out Loud - Ed Sheeran |  I’m a mess - Baby Rexa |  This is why we can’t have nice things - Taylor Swift (playlist here)

Please go look at the playlist, I revamped it all so you can read the chapters with the new songs and also maybe give your guesses of what's coming next given the songs?

word count: 3.8 k

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

“Just, let’s stay a little longer,” you mumbled against Peter’s lips as he shifted slightly on the bed, he hummed against your lips while he shook his head. 

“Your dad can come in,” he whispered as he stood up while you whined softly before letting him go, basking in the sun that entered your room at Stark Tower while Peter began to pick his clothes from the floor. 

“Well, you would be ready for work,” you teased before you let out a deep sigh while gazing at him as he dressed up. 

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d first slept with Peter since you’d started your relationship with him. Being with Peter Parker felt as if you’d been dropped in a field of flowers somewhere in the Netherlands, feeling a warm summer breeze on your face while the sun was setting up as you smelled the flowers around you. It was easy, calm, balanced, and warm; it was everything a girl could’ve to expect from a relationship with a guy that made her feel so happy and so at peace. It was a healthy loving relationship that often scared you how comfortable you were in it. 

You hadn’t discussed making it official, nor that you wanted to do that for now. Part of your mind, already in your pre-law thoughts, was thinking that there might be a conflict of interest; considering that Peter was fucking the daughter of his boss, but you didn’t want to dwell on telling anyone about Peter, you preferred how things were, not wanting to complicate them. And there was the other thing, the fact that any other healthy and happy relationship had something that yours quite didn’t yet, honesty.

The thought of telling Peter how you’d come to make your moves on him was something that you believed you’d never be prepared to talk about and you weren’t planning on doing it. Though, there was always the fear on the back of your mind, the what if he found out.  

“That’s not funny,” Peter stated sternly as he put on his boxers, but you could still see the hint of a smile on his lips and notice how his cheeks flushed with a pretty pink. 

“It isn’t like he doesn’t know that you’re staying over,” you replied, your eyes gleaming mischievously as Peter was pulling up his jeans. 

With that, you noticed how Peter pressed his tongue to his cheek, shaking his head a little while he let out a soft laugh. “Okay, I just don’t want him to see it,” he replied while he leaned down on the bed and pressed a kiss on your temple. “I’m going to get you breakfast, you want anything?”

He was perfect. A soft sigh slipped your lips as you leaned closer to Peter and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“A baguette, from that place, Uhm, Levain?”

Peter nodded softly before he placed his new watch in his hands and winked at you. Soon, his new suit was covering his skin, unraveling in front of you.

“You’re going like that?” you asked excitedly with a big smile.

He was wearing it for you, to show himself off to you since you were the one that had helped him design it. 

“I can’t be late for work!” he replied sarcastically with a shrug before the mask was covering his face, now Spiderman was in front of you. “And you can’t either!” he called as he opened the window to your place and jump from the space with ease. 

With how much time you were spending together and even more after Tony found you kissing Peter as you sat on his lap while reviewing some designs of his suit, Tony quickly realized that you were serious about having something with Peter. Maybe it was the fact that Tony trusted Peter, maybe it was the fact that Tony hadn’t seen you glowing and smiling so much since he could recall from the Civil War, maybe it was that you’d been nicer and calmer than in the past years, but something made Tony’s hand bend a little. 

You were suspended from Avengers projects one day but the next you had access to the current files and the old ones that had been forbidden for you since you’d been banned from Avenging -at least, Tony hadn’t figured out that you’d often hacked him or if he did, he hadn’t said anything but this was something new. Therefore, for the past weeks you’d been working with Peter to design a new suit with the new nanotechnology that your father had available, especially since you’d realized that although he could quickly heal, it didn’t mean that he was bulletproof. 

The first design of the suit had been ready in twelve hours, the test and run-ups had lasted almost a week and within a week of using it, it was being reported in all the major news outlets that Spiderman had modified his suit. 

Three whole weeks of spending time together, cooking together, spending time in the lab, going for food -even if it meant going to Queens for Peter’s favorite sandwich shop Delmar-, going patrolling together, training, fucking on your place, and his apartment (and maybe also doing it on a rooftop where you’d hope no one would see you). It had been paradise. Waking up in his arms, working in the lab with him, listening to him telling you stories. 

Maybe, even if you’d done horrible things, if something so good happened to you then you could really change and mend your past mistakes. 

But then, you felt your phone vibrating from your nightstand. You furrowed your eyebrows because you knew that only Peter or your family would be calling you, you lifted your head as you reached for your phone, and there he was. 

Harry would be the other one that would text you but now he was calling you like he’d been doing for the past week and a half. 

You looked at the incoming call and evaluated your situation. You knew Harry, how resentful he could be and how dangerous he could turn, even more, when you’d been ignoring him for so long. You almost responded but the guilt invaded your chest and fear made your throat tight. Harry sabotaged things (just like you did), he could easily sabotage this too and you didn’t know how far he was willing to go just to see him go down to hell with him again. 

You chose not to answer in the morning, and later in the afternoon. On the contrary, you chose to leave your phone in your bedroom as soon as Peter arrived with breakfast, you quickly took it to the kitchen where Tony, Pepper, and Harley were eating with Morgan. Soon, you were off to the labs with Peter as you worked on some new features that you thought would work and your father spend time with Harley keeping you updated on the latest changes in nanotechnology. 

Tony hadn’t said that you could Avenge but the fact that he was willing to share new information as well as something that made you want to cry, even sniffling a bit as he pressed a kiss to your temple when you managed to control the nanobots through your brain frequency. 

It’d been a perfect day, even through the afternoon and until night when Peter and you were watching a movie until 9:00 pm. He quickly leaned forward, kissing your jaw and your cheek before he raised from the bed. 

“Where are you going, Spiderling?” you asked, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back to the bed. He smiled and he obliged, as he fell back into bed with you and pressed his lips to yours. 

“I have to go patrolling,” Peter explained with a sigh against your lips as you kissed him softly.

“Want me to go with you?”

“Your dad would kill me after what he said today,” he explained, as he hovered over you and watched you with a smile. He pushed the t-shirt that you were wearing, which also belonged to him, squeezing your sides. 

You laughed. “He wouldn’t find out,” you replied, squirming under his touch. 

Peter simply raised his eyebrow as he looked at you and you looked back at him, silence filled your room except for the soft words being spoken by the movie on the back but then you caved while rolling your eyes with a huff. 

Peter smiled as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“We can ask him next week,” he insisted before he pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“He’s going to freak out,” you smiled from the bed. 

“Well, there haven’t been any updates on our case or any for that matter, so I think it’ll be fine if you just stay here,” Peter insisted as he activated his suit. 

“Promise to come back here when you finish?”

Spiderman nodded slowly while you watched him, some would say that you were admiring him but you were already focused on the way that the nanobots were covering his body, already creating the codes in your mind so it could be depleted faster than the current speed, Peter could already see your brain working on it. 

 “Sure,” he chuckled as he sent you a kiss before flying into the sky. 

You took your time to think about your past few weeks with Peter, opting for not finishing the movie and deciding that in the spirit of feeling better in all aspects of your life and with summer coming to a close in a little over a month, you decided to start working on some applications for universities abroad where you wanted to study during your exchange semester. Peter and you’d discussed it, he preferred to go to Seattle to the Baxter Building because of their program but you insisted that he should be looking for things in London too. 

Maybe, you could be living with Peter full-time by the start of the next year, your heart simply thundering at the thought of it. You couldn’t help but smile thinking of Peter and you in a new city, excited to spend time with him when he arrived so you could tell him about London and the opportunities there. 

Suddenly, you heard a slight and quick knocking on your door. You raised your head from your laptop before walking fast to the door. It was strange, usually, Peter would simply come through the wall again after a patrol but there had been like three times when he’d chosen the door because of outside factors. 

“Why are you coming in through the door?” you asked as you opened the door but your smile dropped from your face as you opened it. 

It wasn’t Peter there. It was Harry Osborn leaning against the frame of your door, though he wasn’t the same as you’d last seen him. Instead, Harry seemed a bit skinnier than before, paler, and with deep bags underneath his eyes. 

“Is there any other way to come in?” he asked as he entered the room, pushing you softly as he made his way into your room 

Your heart quickly sank further than your stomach, and you struggle to find words for a moment as Harry made his way into your bed and sat on the edge of your bed. 

“Harry?” you asked still dumbfoundedly. 

You were stupid to think that he wouldn't come to find you when he always did. Harry would always get what he wanted, he didn’t have any problem coming unannounced and you were naive to even think that he would leave you alone. You sighed as you tried to recollect yourself and your thoughts before you closed the door and turned around to watch him. 

“Yeah, it’s me,” he stated, as he threw himself into your bed. He looked exhausted but as you watched him, he still has the same energy and attitude as before, you didn’t understand why he looked sick. “Why haven’t you been picking up my calls?”

“I’ve been busy,” you replied, honestly.

“Well, I’m back now and I want to talk to you,” he said with a sigh while you sat on your bed next to him, throwing yourself next to him. 

A part of your brain was worried about his look, about his health. Maybe, there was something you could do or mention for him to get better, maybe he had been doing too much coke and he needed an extra visit to the rehab he sometimes went to; you often organized his visits there when he got too enthralled on the white powder. As often as you did it, you realized that 

“Tell me about Europe, so if Kamala rejected you did you at least managed to get your dick-” 

Harry leaned forward, propping himself up a bit as you continued to lay on your back and suddenly he leaned down, claiming your lips in a bruising kiss. He pushed himself over you, you could feel the whiskey in his lips and the erratic nature of his movements as his hand caressed the back of your head and pushed you harder against him. 

It wasn’t tactile as the one before he left, it was aggressive and rough, your skin hurting by the way he was holding you and his teeth clashing against yours; he’d never done a thing like this before. 

You quickly pushed on his chest, while you propped yourself on the bed before standing up and walking away from him. 

“What the fuck?” you barked as you whipped your lips and glared at him. 

Harry seemed uninterested at best, the dull look on his face let you know that he didn’t care about what he’d done. 

“What?”

Your neck was becoming splotchy red with anger as you watched him. “What are you fucking doing?” you barked again as you got closer to him. 

Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Last time we texted? The wager?” he mumbled as he looked at you while he raised his eyebrows as if you were an idiot for forgetting. “Parker hasn’t come, right? That’s over so it’s my time to pay,”

“I don’t want you to pay anything, Harry.” you scoffed as you glared at him. 

“Come on, don’t be such a bore,” Harry muttered as he propped himself up from the bed and tried to grab your leg to pull you closer to him, you could still feel the lust in his eyes as he examined you. 

“I said no,” you snapped. “And I swear to god that I’ll break your arm if you carry on,” you threatened him. 

Soon, Harry’s eyes turned cold. 

“What the fuck happened to you these last few weeks?” he asked incredulously, a tone of anger laced in his voice as he stood up. “You aren’t answering my text, ignoring me, being a fucking bitch?” 

“Fuck you,” you snapped at him as you squared him up.

Harry smirked slightly, chuckling sarcastically as he watched your glare at him. 

“No, Fuck you Stark!” he screamed as he got to your face. His breathing was harsh as he glared at you, even angrier at the fact that you didn’t even flinch at the tone of his voice. You raised an eyebrow as if you were waiting for him to cool down. 

“Are you done?”

Harry walked past you, he shove his side against your shoulder as he was about to walk out. You stayed there, watching into the space where he was as you tried to calm yourself down. Harry and you had never fought like that, it’d never got to the point where he’d walked away after a tantrum, either of you but he’d never done a thing like that, tried to force himself on you. 

Then you heard a stop in his footsteps. 

“Oh, did I miss something?”

The threatening tone in his voice made you turn cold as you recalled the photo of Peter and you, you’d left on your desk. It was from a photo booth that you’d run into, one of those old ones in a day that you’d a date night before you left for patrolling. 

You’d wanted to frame it. 

Peter had left it there before he went patrolling and now, it was in Harry’s hands as he examined the photo. You glanced at him, you watched how the anger in his face faltered for a second, leaving space for something that you could only describe as vicious surface on his features as his finger trailed down the different photos and stopped in the one when you were kissing Peter, a smile in both of your faces as you pressed your lips to his. 

“Give me that,” you grumbled as you tried to snatch the photo away from him but Harry quickly threw it away on the floor and step on it as he walked to you. 

“Are you to dating Peter Parker?” Harry hissed as he glanced down at you. 

Your brows furrowed but you tried to ignore how your heartbeat rose, you knew what it meant that Harry found out. 

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped back, you tried to seem to compose as Natasha had taught you. But the fear surfaced in your eyes and Harry knew how to read you like a book; he smiled wickedly. 

“But it is, you wouldn’t have even noticed him if I hadn’t made you make that bet,” Harry mocked with a twisted smile as he stared at you, leaning down. 

“That’s not true,” you growled. 

Harry laughed, loudly. 

“I bet,” he sighed as he passed a hand through his hair. “You hurt me, you didn’t speak to me because you were fucking him, right?” he replied. 

You felt the venom in his tone, the poison that he’d wanted to plant on you. He often did that, you realized at that moment, doubting yourself was your biggest weakness and he knew it because it was his too. You smirked softly as you raised to your tiptoes, leaning into him, your noses almost touching. 

“Maybe I’m not speaking to you because I grew tired of you, did you ever think of that?” 

Harry’s nostrils flared up as he stared at you, silence filled the room as he examined your features and then he smiled. 

“No, that’s not true we’ve been friends forever,” he stated with a smirk. “You’re afraid that I caught you because you actually care about him,”

You stayed silent as you stared at him, your heart feeling like it was going to burst in your chest. 

“I know you, I know that you’re terrified that he found out why you did it,” he chuckled as he watched you, he smirked. “Should we give him a little call?” he asked as he began to take out his phone. 

“Enough,” you hissed as you took a hold of his wrist while you glared at him. 

“It’s enough until I say it’s enough,” Harry snapped back as he shook your hold on his hand but he kept the phone in his hand.

You stared at him, breathing heavily. You knew how cruel he could be if he wanted to, it could be even worse, no one knew you better than him; he knew how to destroy you. 

If he wanted to play rough, you could. 

“Peter loves me and I love Peter, even my dad has allowed me to start working with him again,” you sneered at him. “Now, who apart from me cares about you? No one, so put down the phone, Osborn,” you replied as Harry gazed at your lips for a second and then back at your eyes. 

Harry chuckled hollowly as he placed his phone back in his pocket.

“Huh, I guess I see your true colors now,” Harry stated as he glared at you, placing his hand on your cheek. 

“And I see yours,” you spoke as you brushed his hand off your face. 

“You were a shitty friend anyways,” he mocked, you could feel the heaviness of his words in your heart. 

It burned, the words he was saying, your chest ached deeply as you stared at him. It was haunting, seeing Harry being like that, the ghost of your past was right there, karma coming back for you and it tainted your oldest friendship. 

Suddenly, someone barge through the door.

“Baby, you wouldn’t guess what-” 

Harry and you snapped your head towards the door, where Peter was already glaring at Harry while he glanced at you, a puzzled look on his face as you realized how close you were to Harry. Harry gazed back at you as soon as you gave a step back, and a smile crept on his face.

“Parker,” he muttered uninterestedly. 

Peter’s hands clenched as he glanced at Harry for a second, the glare doesn’t go unnoticed by Harry or you, the poison in Harry’s voice doesn’t go unnoticed either. 

“Osborn,” he replied but his eyes were trained on you. 

“Harry was just going,” you explained, your voice softer but your heart beating erratically as you glanced at Harry, he could say anything and he could destroy your relationship with Peter in a few words. 

You waited for him to do it as he looked at you, instead, he smiled. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to ruin a hot night for the new couple, right?” 

Harry started to walk away, you felt like you could finally breathe as he reached the door but then he stopped in front of Peter and then gazed back at you. 

“Good luck, Parker you’re going to need it,” he spoke somberly before he left through the door. 

Peter stared at you. He looked at your pale face, the heaviness in the way that you were looking at him. He could tell that you weren’t fine with Harry’s visit and yet he can’t shake off the feeling, it hoovers above his skin, his senses ringing in his ears. 

He didn’t like Harry before but for some reason, he felt dangerous. 

“What was that?” Peter finally asked, his face serious. 

You sighed as you walked to your bed, he watched you move to sit at the center of it. He walked slowly behind you until he reaches it. 

“We’re fighting,” you explained softly, for some reason not looking at Peter. 

He sighed as he sat down next to you, quickly Peter took a hold of your jaw, cupping it with his hand, forcing you to look up at him.

You would refuse because you felt like vomiting at the thought of how you’d betrayed Peter and what Harry could do now that you were strained. 

“Are you okay?”

You weren’t but then you finally stared at his eyes, those perfect chocolate-caramel eyes. 

“I will be,” you replied. “Cuddle and tell me what happened?”

Peter smiled. 

God, he would never forgive you if he found out. 

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author's note: sorry for the awful delay. thank you so much if you decide to support me on my ko-fi and leaving any comments or a like or a reblog truly makes me the happiest.

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[siriuslysatorusimping]

Hi, sweet anon!

It doesn’t come across as insensitive at all! I appreciate you considering my feelings, though 🥹 because you’re right, writing is so incredibly hard (at least for me) when my mental isn’t in the right place.

In all honesty, I’ve thought about it. I thought about doing something similar to how some digital artists use Patreon, if that makes sense. Like Yuana has monthly member/subcriptions and they release content on a cadence for those subscribers? (If you like spicy art of jjk and other anime bois, I recommend becoming a member! I had to cancel mine since I can’t justify non-essential purchases rn 🥲)

My biggest problem with this is my own brain, I would feel a bit guilty doing something like that. Not that I judge others for doing it at all, it’s in the sense that I would feel like my content wouldn’t be good enough to justify it. Or like I wouldn’t be able to meet deadlines set because of the pressure. It’s also something that I’ve avoided because I wanted to keep it as a hobby and not an obligation so I didn’t end up burning out and no longer enjoying it, you know? But after losing my job last week, I’ve been considering it more and more just to try to supplement anything I can, you know? I had a full-blown major panic episode this morning about what I’m going to do if I can’t find a job soon because it’s just been rejection after rejection and it’s only been a few days of applying and I was supposed to move soon but that can’t happen if I don’t have a job…

One thing I could do is have multiple tiers, similar to patreon or maybe using patreon, where I post more frequent previews of things I’ve got in my drafts (e.g. au ideas, unfinished or scrapped ideas, things like Bittersweet Memories, the angsty blurb that I now call Stepping Stone thanks to that one amazing anon, and the self-indulgent untitled bit I’ve been writing). I could maybe do member/sub polls and votes to help me choose titles and stuff, too? And I could have tiers that get early access to installments or chapters for the series’ that I have going (e.g. Another Level, Physical Paradox, Gokudō, Before I Love You). It would be a big time commitment because I’d want to do it right, but it could be fun too I think?

If there’s any interest at all, I’ll start looking into it more. I would either use ko-fi or Patreon, I think. Unless I found something better or anyone has better suggestions for a platform. (I think tumblr might even have something like this but idk how much I like it tbh)

Thank you again for your message, question, and for considering my feelings! I really, really appreciate it 🥹 I’m genuinely touched that you enjoy Physical Paradox enough that you’re willing to pay for more 😭

(now you’ve got my wheels turning and I could do exclusive reveals or content or headcanons for Physical Paradox, too! 🤔🤔🤔 I have a ton of partially written blurbs that might never be included in the series but could be fun to share)

I hope you’re having a wonderful day or evening! Thank you again for lifting my spirits just a bit 💕

(reposting this ask so I can move the original poll I had in it to its own post...)