#not the same person as the baby birthday party i went to a few weeks ago btw. diff childhood friend

[ectonurites]

seeing the kid of a childhood friend now start to look exactly like that childhood friend the way you remember them is insane

[chaengluva]

hiii what about a regina x reader where they were childhood best friends but reader moves away. but reader moves back and goes to north shore and unfortunately sees regina acting like a bitch to someone and feels disgusted that regina turned out that way. happy ending though if that’s possible😭 idk if that makes sense😭

Childhood

Regina x Fem!Reader

I published this on wattpad ages ago and completely forgot about the request, IM SO SORRY.

I don’t know if i wrote this the exact way you wanted, so i tried my best, let me know if you want a part two.

Warnings: Mention of bullying, slight angst, nothing much more

You stare out your bedroom window, looking at the driveway of the house across the road. You begin to get bored as you have been waiting for the past hour for your best friend to come back. She had been gone for weeks, and you miss her so much. You spend every day together, talking, playing, and walking to school together (with your parents, of course).

That wasn't the point; the point was that you missed your best friend and were sick of waiting. "Mommy!" You whine, crawling downstairs to see your mom, cleaning up the kitchen. "Mommy, when is she coming back?" You ask, tugging at your mom's shirt. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; I don't know. But I'm sure she'll be back soon," your mom replies, giving you a reassuring smile. You sigh, feeling a mixture of impatience and excitement at the thought of finally reuniting with your best friend after what felt like an eternity. 

You decide to go back to your room and continue waiting, hoping that she'll come back any minute now.

Regina's family had left for a road trip a few weeks ago, and when you called her on your mom's phone last night, she said she would be back for your birthday, but it was 11 a.m. and she wasn't there, and your party is at 1 p.m. 

You start to feel a pang of worry creep up inside you. What if something had happened on their trip? What if Regina couldn't make it back in time for your birthday party? You try to push these negative thoughts out of your mind, reminding yourself that Regina is a reliable and responsible person.

As the minutes tick by, you can't help but keep checking the clock, hoping to see her familiar face walk through the front door any moment now.

Meanwhile, Regina and her family are in the car.

"Mom! Are we there yet?" Regina whined, asking the same question for the hundredth time. Regina reserved the same answer: "Not yet, baby." Her mom said it with a frown. Regina's heart sank as she glanced at the time on her phone, realising just how late they were running.

She couldn't shake the guilt of potentially missing her friend's birthday party. Her mom exchanged a worried glance with her dad, silently hoping they would make it in time. Regina tried to distract herself by imagining the smile on her friend's face when she finally arrived, but the sinking feeling in her stomach wouldn't go away.

Regina rolled her eyes. "Mom! It's Y/N's birthday! She was there for my 8th birthday." Regina pleaded with tears falling down her eyes; she then felt the car come to a stop and say, "We are here." Regina's mom said. Regina happily jumped out of the car, running up to your house and knocking on the door. She didn't stop knocking until the door was opened.

"Regina!" An equally happy you on the other side of the door said excitedly, bringing the blonde inside and giving her a hug. The two of you stayed in the hug for a while; you missed each other so much. Your mom walked in when she heard the two of you planning to talk with Regina's mom. When she walked past Regina, her eyes went wide.

"Regina? Have you gotten taller again?" The young girl's face went red, and her eyes looked at the floor. "Mom! Don't say that!" you exclaimed. "It's okay, Y/N. I mean, you are short, and you will always be short, so I will always protect you." Regina reminds me, with a smile on her face.

The two of you rush up to your room. You jump on the bed, and Regina does the same after you. "Happy birthday," Regina said, pulling out a gift bag. You gasp, grabbing the bag and opening it. Inside was a jelly cat bunny and a matching necklace to the one Regina was wearing. "Put it on me!" you say, and she smiles, putting it on you.

The people at the party started to come over. You had an amazing time, opened a lot of gifts, and ate a lot of cake. It was now 6 p.m., and everyone had left except for Regina and her mom. You and Regina were currently sitting on the couch, your heads in her lap, watching for Nemo.

"Regina! Y/n, Can you two come here?" You heard your mom's voice yell from the kitchen. You and Regina raced to the kitchen, smiling when they saw both your moms talking, but they didn't look happy.

"Can you please sit down?" Your mom asks, and you cluelessly both sit down next to each other, facing them. There was a small moment of silence before your mom spoke up, "Y/n, baby, I have some news." Your mom said quietly, and you listened closely, waiting for her to say something.

"We are moving tomorrow," she says.

You feel your heart break; you didn't want to be away from Regina; she was your best friend, and you couldn't survive without seeing her every day. "Houses? Schools? Or": You ask, tears starting to form. "Both, and states," your mom says. You look down and play with your figures, so annoyed with how she didn't tell you earlier.

The whole move happened so fast, and before you knew it, you were standing outside your house with your things backed away, holding the stuffed animal that Regina got you, and wearing the necklace.

She pulled you in for a hug. You stayed in her arms and cried. You didn't stop holding her until your mom said it was time to go. "We will see each other one day." Regina recalled, You nodded, walking into the car and saying goodbye, which could be for the last time.

~

Present Time

And you were moving back to your old state. The move to New York was good but your dad lost his job, he got a new one back where you used to live. You were slightly nervous that you would bump into people that you used to be friends with, mainly Regina.

You were nervous as you looked at your new school, moving into a new school in senior year was interesting but you couldn't really do anything about it. You walk inside the school and immediately feel out of place, like you don't belong.

You walk inside into a classroom that you think is your home room and the first thing you see is a girl dressed in all black, sitting on a table, with her feet up on an empty table beside her, you look at her for a second and you gasp when you realise who it is.

You walk up to her with a smile on your face, "Regina! Oh my god! It's been so long!" You exclaim, moving to sit next to her, she rolls her eyes at you, not moving her feet from the desk you were sitting at.

"Do I know you?" She asks, voice bitter, not sweet and caring like you remembered, "Yeah, we used to be friends-" you start but she cuts you off, "First off all, It was a rhetorical question, dumbass, second of all, I would never be friends with you." You frown at her words and get up and move from the desk, you were worried that you had mistaken her for someone else.

You later found out that it was Regina, you found out that she was a bitch, she was a bully and treated the whole school like shit.

But that was your old best friend and you were going to prove it to her, and you knew exactly how to do it.

It was lunch time and you walked into the cafeteria, you walked past everyone and they stared at you as you walked to the plastics table.

Regina started up at you as she felt your presence, she was about to tell you to fuck off but you beat her to it, you throw the necklace that she got you 9 years ago, for your birthday and she looked at it for a few seconds before she finally realised who you were. She stood up and grabbed your hand.

"Y/n." She whispered. 

[gojosnympho]

deal - j.wy

pairing: wooyoung x black!fem!reader

genre: smut, fluff, a little comedy, non-idol!au

word count: 3.3k

content warnings: established relationship, reader has a lot of dirty thoughts (it’s bad for her), pet names, mention of exhibitionism, mention of cockwarming, some thigh riding, unprotected sex (don’t), wall sex, clothed sex, choking (fem receiving), marking (fem receiving), creampie

synopsis: no nut november is hard, even when you think you can handle it.

playlist: touch my body - mariah carey

author’s note: let’s pretend i posted this on nov 30th and not dec 1st :). this one is fun! hope you enjoy 🥰

it all started on halloween, when you came home from mingi’s halloween party and you were ridding yourself of your halloween costume, wooyoung came up behind you and began planting kisses on the expanse on your neck.

“what are you doing?” you asked him as you removed your makeup.

“what does it look like i’m doing? i’m trying to fuck you.” he said in a “duh” tone. you rolled your eyes and turned around so you were looking at him. he looked so good you couldn’t lie, his cherry red hair and his tan skin but you were tired.

“we had sex this morning and yesterday and the day before that and the day before that and the day—

wooyoung cut you off because he knew you and he knew you would keep going if he didn’t, “i get it. but baby… you just feel so good wrapped around me and your moans are so pretty. can you blame me for wanting to be inside of you everyday?”

“you are so fucking horny. get a fleshlight and leave me alone.” you said turning back around to finish taking off your makeup.

wooyoung would never force you to have sex if you didn’t want to so he left you alone.

now in bed laying next to your boyfriend an idea popped in your head. you turned on your side to face him and tapped his shoulder. he took his airpod out and turned to you as well.

“november’s next month.” you said

“yeah? so?”

“well i was thinking, we should participate in no nut november.” even in the low light of your bedroom you could see the way his eyes almost bulged out of his head.

“you’re trying to deprive me of sex during my birthday month?!” he asked, a little too loud for it to be 1am, but you understood his shock. “you are an evil, evil little girl.”

“i just wanna see how long we can go before one of us gives in. whoever loses has to buy the other person whatever they want.” you explained and he sucked his teeth at you before mumbling a few curse words in korean.

“you know what? deal.” he held his hand out between your bodies to shake.

“deal.” you took his hand to shake.

day one.

today was easy, you were both satiated with all the sex you had the week prior. although it was weird, wooyoung not touching your butt when he walked by. or planting kisses on your neck at random times. or caressing your thighs when you were both engaged in a mundane activity. or not trying to fuck you to sleep. but also it was nice. you found other ways to be intimate that didn’t involve sex. like cooking together. or watching a movie without it ending up with both of you on your living room floor sweaty and out of breath. or dancing around that same living room to both of your favorite songs.

“no sex is kind of easy.” he said that night as you climbed into bed.

“told you.” you pecked his lips. “goodnight honey.”

day four.

you could admit, it was getting harder. yes you were only four days in but with wooyoung you barely went twelve hours without him inside of you. in an attempt to relax yourself and to quell your sexual urges, you decided you’d get out of the house to run some errands. you ended up at the mall because you’d remembered hongjoong’s birthday party was soon and you hadn’t bought an outfit for the occasion. you wandered around the mall for a few hours, forgetting all about the stupid bet you’d made. that was until you found your dress: black, his favorite color, and left little to the imagination. you bought the dress and walked out of the store with a smile on your face and evil thoughts.

“he’s gonna love this.” you said to yourself

day seven.

it’s been a week. a whole fucking week without him bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you until you were cumming all over him. a whole week without him buried between your legs. a whole week without his dick. you were losing it. wooyoung seemed to be keeping it together, keeping the touches he gave you short, sweet, and innocent. pecking your lips instead of sticking his tongue in your mouth when you kiss. hugging you without trailing his hands down your back to squeeze your butt. cuddling without pressing himself against you. once again, you were fucking losing it. but you couldn’t give in and let him win. you had to make him give in first.

hongjoong’s party was tonight. you’d wondered if your idea would work. would he really give in to your seduction or would he resist? your mind was everywhere while you got ready for the party. you did your makeup the way your man liked it, dark and sultry. your hair was in a sleek low bun. you slipped on your dress next and then admired your appearance in the mirror. if this doesn’t make him give in i’m fucked, you thought to yourself.

“hongjoong is gonna kill us if we’re late.” wooyoung said coming into the room checking the time on his expensive silver watch. he was dressed in all black too, typical. a black button up that was rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, and black chelsea boots. he completed the look with a silver chain that hung around his neck and all you could think about is the chain swinging in front of your face while—

“new dress?” wooyoung asked you, pulling you from your dirty thoughts about him. he was trying, and failing, to look at your face and not your body. maybe this would work, you decided.

“you like?” you asked him. you did a spin for him so he could see every part of you. facing him again you gave him an innocent smile, pretending like you didn’t know the effect you had on the poor man. you knew he couldn’t resist you, you didn’t know why you even doubted it for a second.

“i love it. you look beautiful.” he complimented you with a half smile. you wondered if his thoughts were plagued with dirty scenarios the same way yours were. you hoped they were. you hoped you weren’t the only one with these perverted ideas.

“i bought it for you…” you trailed walking over to him. you wrapped your arms delicately around his neck, “…i know black’s your favorite color.” wooyoung only nodded. you hadn’t been close to each other like this in a week. being this close meant sex would follow. you both knew that. you could smell his cologne with your proximity and fuck he smelled so good. just his smell alone was enough for you to flood your panties. it was embarrassing.

wooyoung cleared his throat, pulling away from you before either of you could break the bet you’d made. “we have to go.”

you frowned at the rejection but you couldn’t be mad at him, he’s just trying to win. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“okay. let me grab my shoes and purse.”

he nodded once more leaving the tension heavy room. as his footsteps descended down the stairs you groaned to yourself, plopping down on the bed to slip on your shoes. this was all your fault. now your boyfriend won’t touch you, you scolded yourself.

the car ride to the party was quiet at first. all that could be heard was the steady hum of the engine and the sound of other cars passing by. wooyoung’s grip on the steering wheel was tight and his eyes never left the road in front of him. usually when you played the passenger princess role, he’d have his hand resting on your thigh squeezing or rubbing it from time to time.

“can i turn on some music?” you asked him

“sure.”

you reached to turn on the radio, letting whatever generic pop song that played flow through the speakers. you hoped the song was loud enough to mask the sound of your erratic heartbeat. the sexual tension was so stifling it was almost uncomfortable. maybe wooyoung was struggling with this whole no sex thing the same way you were. maybe he’s just better at controlling himself than you are. maybe you’re the too horny one who needs to invest in a toy. your mind was reeling, thoughts of wooyoung pulling over the car and fucking you in the backseat or letting you ride him in the drivers seat or better yet pulling you into the bathroom at hongjoong’s party and fucking you there, were playing in your mind. your wound up mind hadn’t processed that you made it to the destination until wooyoung tapped your shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked you. were you that fucking out of it?

“yeah.” you replied with a nod of your head.

wooyoung helped you out of the car and you walked hand in hand into the party. seonghwa greeted you both with smiles.

“you made it! thought you guys would be too busy having sex.” seonghwa joked with you both and you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. you and wooyoung looked at each other wordlessly trying to decide what to say to the white haired man. it was no secret to anyone that you and your boyfriend barely went a day without sex, you just wondered why today of all days did seonghwa have to make that stupid ass joke.

“shut up.” is all wooyoung muttered and grabbed your hand pulling you away from his friend.

“that wasn’t nice.” you told him as he pulled you along with him, your legs trying to keep up with him.

“he needs to keep his mouth shut.” wooyoung replied. you didn’t want to argue so you didn’t reply. no sex makes your sweet boyfriend mean, you noted. all the more reason for him to give in.

hongjoong sat with mingi and jongho on the couch. they were talking amongst each other until you came over.

wooyoung hugged his friend, “happy birthday, bro!”

“yes! happy birthday, hongjoong.” you said, giving him a friendly hug.

“thank you so much. thanks for coming.” he said. hongjoong looked between the two of you, noticing the way neither of you were all over each other like you usually are. on a regular day wooyoung would have his hands anywhere on your body you’d let him touch. but today wasn’t a regular day. “you guys seem tense. is everything okay?”

“great!” you both said in unison.

hongjoong, mingi, and jongho just nodded not convinced by your words but they decided to drop it for now. not wanting to pry in your relationship’s business. little did they know you were both just terribly sex deprived.

you tried your best to take your mind off of it by talking to his friends and other people you knew at the party but your mind kept drifting back to him. you needed to fuck him before you lost your fucking mind. every time you looked at him all you could think about is how badly you needed him. you didn’t care about the stupid bet anymore. fuck the bet. it didn’t take long for you to wander back to where wooyoung sat talking to his friends. they’d all gathered in the area speaking to one another in korean and laughing about something hongjoong did. you plopped down on his lap not caring that you may be interrupting. wooyoung, to your surprise, wrapped his arms around you.

“what’s up, baby?”

“i need to talk to you.”

“about?”

“woo, please.” you pouted

“i’ll be back.” he told the other men. you stood up and he followed after you. you led him to hongjoong’s bathroom and shut the door behind you. you took a deep breath speaking.

“i want to have sex.” you said to the man. he chuckled, throwing his head back in the process. once he stopped laughing he brought his head back up to stare you down.

“you want to have sex? when you’re the one who said we should do this?” he asked in disbelief. you sighed at his words. he was right. you were being ridiculous but you didn’t care.

“i know. but wooyoung i can’t do it anymore. i’m losing my fucking mind. every time i look at you i literally can’t think straight because i’m thinking about you bending me over and fucking me. i can’t live like this!”

he laughed again. it was a deep, guttural laugh this time. his voice rang off of the walls of the small bathroom you were standing in. you stood there as he laughed at you, arms crossed over your chest.

“wooyoung stop laughing at me.”

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry but i just knew you were gonna break first. i knew it. you’ve been pouting and giving me those ‘fuck me’ eyes since friday.” wooyoung said, letting out another chuckle.

“it’s not funny, woo.” you whined

“i know, baby. you just need to get fucked, huh?” he asked you. he grabbed your hips and pulled your body against his. you were close to each other again. this time you were gonna get what you wanted.

“please. need it so bad.”

“need it so bad that you pulled me away from my friends to get it. couldn’t even wait until we got home. naughty girl.” he tsked at you. “but you’re gonna have to wait.” he kissed your temple and then left you in the bathroom, hot and bothered.

“i’m going to kill him.” you said to yourself. so much for getting what you wanted.

the rest of the night was miserable. your pussy throbbed helplessly in your panties and every time you squirmed beside him, wooyoung gave you a knowing smirk. never had you ever felt this insatiable. and it was all your fault. you tried to be present in the moment, engaging in conversation with his friends but you couldn’t. your mind was imagining more dirty scenarios that you couldn’t shake no matter how hard you tried. thoughts of him bending you over the couch and fucking you while everyone watched or letting you cockwarm him with his friends being none the wiser or him sticking his hand up your dress and touching your wet pussy.

“____.” wooyoung called your name, pulling you from your dirty fantasy.

“hm?” you asked him, pretending like you weren’t just thinking dirty things about him for the umpteenth time today.

“ready to go?” he asked you. his hand found your thigh and it took everything in you not to moan at the light touch.

“yes.”

as soon as you got home, wooyoung pushed you against the wall. he placed his lips on yours and kissed you passionately. you hadn’t been kissed like this in a week. you felt your knees buckle beneath you because of how weak he made you. while he kissed you, his thigh found its way between your thighs. you rubbed your clothed cunt against it, moaning at the stimulation. your pussy hadn’t been touched in a week either so just this had you gushing, probably wetting wooyoung’s pants.

“i want your dick in me, woo. please.” you whined impatiently.

“let me see how wet you are for me first.” he pulled his thigh away from your pussy and used his hand to replace it. you were completely soaked through the thong you wore tonight. he rubbed your pussy gently, listening to all the soft moans that escaped your lips.

“oh you’re nice and wet. you’ve been horny all day haven’t you?” you were too turned on to be embarrassed by his comment so you nodded with no shame. because it’s true. this morning you woke up with nothing but throbbing between your legs. “let me fix it.”

the sound of him undoing his belt and zipper had your pussy gushing even more. he hiked up your dress and pulled your ruined underwear to the side. he slid his dick through your folds to tease you, both of you moaning at the feeling.

“look at me.” he said. you looked up at him and as soon as you did he was pushing inside of you. you gasped but your eyes never left his and his never left yours. “you’re so tight, damn girl.”

“you’re so big.” you replied. wooyoung chuckled staying still inside of you. he kissed you deeply as he began to move. you gasped again, taking your eyes off your boyfriend to look down between your bodies where he was basically splitting you open.

“i said look at me.” he grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at him again. “i like watching you fall apart.”

“you’re so fucking nasty.” you said to him through the grip he had on your cheeks.

“shut up and take it since you wanted it so bad.” wooyoung said, his hand drifting from your cheeks to around your neck. he squeezed it and you tried so hard to keep your eyes on him like he’d asked. really you did. but you couldn’t. between the way he was fucking into you and his new found grip on your throat you couldn’t help it when your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“you don’t listen.” is all he said before he started pounding into you, fucking you until you were screaming. he looked at your face, the way it was screwed up in pleasure had his dick twitching inside of your messy pussy. wooyoung pulled your dress down in the front so he could watch your tits bounce while he rammed into you.

“choke me harder.” you said, fluttering your eyes open to look at him again. his hips stuttered because of your words but he kept up, still fucking you as tears fell from your eyes because of how good it felt. he wrapped his hand around your throat tighter and you moaned. your pussy clenched around him and his hips stuttered again.

wooyoung took the initiative to hoist you up on the wall. now your thighs were wrapped tightly around his waist while he continued to pound into you. he was hitting your spot so deliciously with this new position you were seeing stars. wooyoung buried his face in your neck, leaving hickeys on the soft skin. you wished you had enough sense to mark him back but you were so far gone now the only thing you could focus on was getting your nut. you were so close, teetering on the edge. wooyoung pulled away from your neck and placed a sloppy kiss on your lips that matched the sloppy strokes he was giving you.

“gonna cum inside you. would you like that, pretty girl?” he asked, but he already knew the answer. he just wanted to hear you say it. asshole.

“please, woo.” you said. you were so fucked out and you were sure the makeup you spent an hour putting on was ruined. but neither of you gave a fuck. “please cum inside me.”

almost instantly he was flooding your insides and his warmth had your orgasm coming soon after. wooyoung pulled out of you and held your trembling body against his, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you calmed down from the orgasm that just ripped through your body.

“i’m never going a week without fucking you again.” you said, dropping your head to rest on his shoulder.

wooyoung chuckled lightly in your ear before speaking, “because you lost you owe me a gift.”

you popped your head up to look at him, you’d forgotten all about the stupid bet.

“dammit. what do you want?”

wooyoung put you down on the ground on your still shaky legs before he pondered what he wanted from you. he looked you up and down seemingly lost in thought.

“how about you give me two more rounds tonight and we’ll call it even.” he stuck his hand out for you to shake just like he’d done a week ago when this whole thing started. “deal?”

you took his hand to shake, “deal.”

[foster-the-world]

I love Halloween

We had so much fun for Halloween. The day before I was complaining to my husband that a sucky thing about baby boy's hyperactivity is I don't really look forward to fun events. I'm also anxious about his behavior.

Baby boy did great. He was great at his school parade. He took the class costume off and I had to hold in the picture. Neither a big deal. Otherwise he was calm, cool and collective. So happy for me to meet all of his friends.

He was also great during Trick or Treating. Did a pizza party at a friends house. He was great. So happy throughout all of trick or treating. He never uses the stroller anymore but we brought it to carry our stuff. I also knew he may need to exit at some point. The best method to get him to leave is shoving a tablet in his face - which required the stroller. This was actually his first TV/tablet time in over a week. We are trying to totally phase it out - except for a few occasions once or twice a month when we need to do things with the other two. So far, so good.

The girls were in heaven. We go with the same group of little friends. They were all so cute.

No school for Diwali today - good for the teachers. We still have to work. The girls are going to their afterschool program (for free! Yahoo!) and baby boy is going with my inlaws.

It's my husbands Birthday today. Since he went away last weekend for a boys trip we aren't doing much. We will make a cake. We are taking him out to a new breakfast place on Sunday AM. Then he'll have the afternoon to watch football in a bar by himself.

Also one year anniversary of baby boys adoption. Lucky us to get to e his family. He's a special little person.

[dancingtotuyo]

The Life We Built (Joel Miller)

Part 5 of Build You The World Joel X Reader Rating: PG-13 (Language) Warnings: fluff, that's it. Tags: no outbreak, fluff, craftsman!Joel, Time jump, it's 2023 folks, no mentions of COVID, you decide if it happened Notes: So we've reached the end of this little adventure that was only supposed to be a one shot, but never fear! I have another Joel Miller idea in the works. Check out my Masterlist for some Javier Peña works as well! Thank you everyone for your support! Words: 1998

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Joel eased into the chair next to you under the pergola he built 25 years ago. It was still sturdy and spoke to Joel’s craftsmanship. The sun was beginning to set, granting some relief to the spring heat as you watched your three grown children clean up the backyard. They’d insisted the two of you relax. 

Emma graduated from Duke last weekend with honors in Pre-med. Which meant traveling to North Carolina for the ceremony. Joel has insisted on driving up. He hated flying. With a 20-hour car ride one way, you caught up on a lot of reading and almost booked yourself a plane ticket home. The two of you had been gone for almost a week. So her graduation party took place this weekend at home. She’d been accepted into UNC-Chapel Hill’s School of Medicine and would be going back to Durham in a couple of weeks. She was officially moving out, boxes already stacked high in her room. You and Joel both chose not to think about your baby leaving the nest for good.  

Emma laughed at something Asher said. You couldn’t see Sarah roll her eyes, but you knew by her body language. Joel chuckled next to you. He sensed it too, both in tune with your children. 

Asher graduated with a Bachelor's in Engineering from UT-Austin a few years ago, choosing to stay close to home. He had a small apartment in town working at Miller Construction since graduation. Joel joked that if he didn’t put his degree to use soon, he was gonna have to rebrand as Miller and Son. You had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Asher wanted. He and Joel shared the same love of building things with their hands. 

“Grandpa!” Sarah’s 3-year-old daughter, Jessie bounded across the yard, dark curls bouncing like springs behind her. You could see the brightly colored book in her grasp.

She panted heavily as she reached the two of you. Her small hands rested on Joel’s knees. She looked up through dark lashes. “Will you read this to me?”

Joel smiled. She reminded you so much of Sarah at her age. “Don’t you want grandma to do it? She’s a much better reader than me.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, Okay.” Joel chuckled, pulling the child onto his lap. You closed your eyes as you listened to Joel read. His drawl had only deepened with age but it still flowed like honey. It soothed your weary bones and often brought you through time, making you feel 25 again. 

Sarah had started college at the University of Georgia but transferred to UT-Austin after her freshman year. She loved Georgia, but she missed being close to her family more. She’d earned her Bachelor's in Journalism and Creative Writing (also with Honors). Working across all aspects of journalism, she went back to get her MFA several years later. She worked freelance for several publications and taught a creative writing class at the community college in town. She’d married Mike 6 years ago. They’d been together since senior year of college aside from a one-year gap. They’d bought a house just down the street from you and Joel soon after their wedding. Jessie’s 4th birthday was next week, and aside from her husband, you were the only other person to know that Sarah was 8 weeks pregnant. They were planning to reveal it next on Father’s Day.

You and Sarah were convinced Joel didn’t have a clue. The two of you were desperate to surprise him. Other than his 45th birthday party, you and Sarah hadn’t been able to surprise Joel in the 31 years you’d loved him. He’d even figured out Sarah’s first pregnancy before they’d told anyone. 

Joel continued to read. The world drifted further away only anchored by the sound of his voice. Sometimes a bird’s song drifted in and out. The warm breeze floated across your skin. Joel’s voice stayed constant. 

“Grandpa… Shhhhh, grandma is sleepin.”

Joel looked up from the book. He smiled. The wrinkles around his eyes were well-defined now. “I think she’s just restin her eyes, kiddo.”

“That’s what you say when you’re sleeping!” Jessie giggled. 

“Keep reading,” you said, keeping your eyes closed. “The story was just getting good.” 

He looked at Jessie who nodded her head, and he continued. 

The construction business had been good to Joel. Miller Construction kept its outstanding reputation throughout the years, something Joel worried about as the number of crews grew and his ability to check up on every job decreased. Joel spent most of his days on job sites in a supervisory capacity. He trained the new hires to meet his rigid standards, and his body took less wear and tear. He was able to spend more quiet morning moments with you. At 56 years old, he was still the best pitcher in the men’s rec softball league. He took every Thursday morning off to hang out with Jessie while Sarah taught her class at the Community College. He piddled in the garage on weekends, working on the next project. He’d just redone the kitchen cabinets. Tommy joked that Joel lived in partial retirement, but there was some truth to it. You liked seeing him take time 

Joel finished the book as Sarah and Mike walked over. You slowly opened your eyes, letting the world envelope you once again. 

“It’s time for us to go home, Bear,” Mike said. 

Before Jessie could issue a complaint, Joel pulled her into a back-breaking squeeze. She laughed. He tickled her sides. “Grandpa!” 

“I gotta make sure you meet your tickle quota.” 

“I have! I have!” Jessie laughed, her cheeks turning red. 

“Okay,” Joel let out a deep breath. “I think that’s enough for today.” 

Jessie wrapped her arms around Joel’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Love you, Grandpa!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her cheek, patting her back. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

Jessie slid off his lap, rushing to you. A chorus of goodbyes between parties rose in the corner of your backyard in hugs and handshakes. Jessie nestled into her father’s arms, eyes already beginning to droop. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into him. His hands traveled down your back, lips finding yours. You grinned feeling warm and giddy. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you. 

Gagging noises interrupted your moment. Asher and Emma stood on the porch directing said sounds at you. 

“Get a room!”

“We don’t want to see that!”

Joel flipped them off before firmly grabbing your ass making a show of the steamy kiss he planted on you. You laughed. He kissed your neck softly. 

“You’re gonna traumatize the kids.”

“They’re grown adults. They can leave.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I want to kiss my wife in our backyard.”  

“Y’all are gross.” Asher chided. 

“If it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be here,” Joel shouted back. 

“You say that like it’s a good thing!” Emma responded. “Have you seen the world?”

“Hey,” You laughed. “You’re the saving grace of this family, Miss I’m going to be a doctor.” 

Asher scowled. “Don’t say that. Her head will get bigger than it already is.” He ruffled Emma’s hair. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “We’re done cleaning up. We’ll leave you two to do… that.” She motioned toward you and Joel. “Asher’s gonna take me out on the town.”

“Make smart decisions,” Joel called.

“Always!” Emma smiled. 

The duo filed out of the backyard leaving you and Joel alone. Joel kissed your forehead as you swayed to a nonexistent tune. 

When you finally stopped, you and Joel sought the respite of AC inside. Joel prepared a plate of leftovers for the two of you to share on the couch. You read as Joel watched the Baseball game on low volume. You propped your feet on his lap. His thumbs found the soles of your feet applying pressure. You hummed. 

You had stepped down from your position at Miller Construction after Emma started high school. As much as you loved working with Joel and helping him build and expand the business, desires drew you elsewhere. You started working part-time at the public library. When their head librarian announced plans to retire, the city had offered to pay for you to get your Masters in Library Science providing you could give them a 10-year commitment. Daunting at first, you’d managed to complete the courses in 2 years via an online program. You work at the library full-time now. Joel often brought Jessie in on Thursday mornings along with a coffee for you. You tended to the garden on weekends. Joel replaced your raised beds a few years ago. You had the kids over for dinner once a week. You and Sarah walked the block on pleasant evenings. You spent lazy evenings on the couch with Joel, something that had rarely been a part of your marriage until the past few years. 

“I’ve been thinking…”

You looked up from your book. “Uh oh, that’s never good.”

He tickled the bottom of your foot earning a squeal. Everyone talked about growing out of being ticklish. That had never happened to you. “I think it’s probably time to refinish the book nook.”

You glanced behind you, eyes trailing over the bookshelves Joel had built you more than 25 years ago. They’d been through it. The finish was peeling in a few places. The cabinet doors that lined the bottom were dented and scratched from a number of things bumping and running into it while raising 3 kids. You glanced at the farthest one, still stained with faint marks from Emma taking Sharpies to it when she was 3. Residue from stickers marked other areas. 

“Sounds like a big project.”

“I’ve got the time.” Joel smiled. 

He reached down beside him, revealing a gift bag. A simple brown paper bag with a gold ribbon neatly tied and curled. Sarah’s trademark. He handed it to you with a smile.

“This from you or Sarah?”

“Me.” Joel crinkled his nose. “Just asked Sarah to wrap it for you.”

You lifted the bag up and down. It felt like it was probably a book. It rarely wasn’t. “And what is this for?” You smiled at him.

“Just fulfilling my husbandly duties.”

You laughed as you untied the ribbon. Joel had taken your first line to him like an oath over the course of your relationship. He’d surprised you with a new book at random times. Sometimes you came home to one on the kitchen counter or your nightstand. Other times, wrapped or handed to you, each with an inscription detailing something he loved about you and how “Pretty” didn’t cut it. 

You smiled at him, pulling a hardcover book out of the bag. You opened the front cover. A piece of paper slipped out. Before you could investigate, Joel’s handwriting caught your attention. 

I don’t know if you’ve been counting, darling, but this is the 100th book I’ve given you. When I met you in that bar, I knew if I had the chance to give you just one, I’d be the luckiest man alive. 

We always talked about going on a big trip for our 25th wedding anniversary. I know it’s a little bit late, but I booked us on that trip to Italy you were eying last year. 

I’m sure it’ll be beautiful, but I still think the best view is you. 

I love you, Darling. 

You picked up the slip of paper: the booking confirmation set for mid-September. You looked up at Joel, tears blurring your vision. 

He chuckled. “Surprise.”

You set the book carefully on the end table, moving onto Joel’s lap. “You hate flying.”

“But I love new places.” He kissed your nose. He still looked at you like you hung the galaxy. You imagined you looked at him the same. “And you.”  

You kissed him, the words whispered for just the two of you. “I love you too.”

[teddypickerry]

𝐈’𝐌 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍.

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘥 𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 !

pairings — single dad! jess mariano

summary — this is the first part of my new series. where you request things jess does as a dad with his daughter alice (ex: throwing her a birthday party, helping her when she’s sick, alice and jess during a year in the life, luke and lorelai baby-sitting alice, etc.). this chapter is SIMPLY THE PROLOGUE! introducing alice & her story. but YOU HAVE TO REQUEST the rest of the fic. i will write some of the chapters with my own ideas but for the most part this is something you guys are helping me with. i’m so very excited for this series & for you guys to meet jess as a dad <3

warnings — this is NOT a jess x rory fic. this will only become a jess x reader fic if that is requested & it’s something i agree to. this fic will include language, drinking, mentions of sex, etc. but each chapter will have its own section of warnings personalized to its criteria.

word count — 2.8k

extras — i plan on writing several chapters of this. SO PLEASE REQUEST!

the california weeks were something jess mariano didn't reminisce fondly of. something about the lack of communication between him and his father and maybe knowing there was nothing waiting for him back in stars hollow. but the one good thing that came out of that trip was the drunken night hoping to forget his life with a girl he met on the beach. she was blonde, not his typical go-to but she wasn't hard on the eyes. so he accompanied her back to her dorm room alongside the college on the coast.

two months later jess was back in new york city. eighteen years old and left alone with the world. it was when he got a phone call from the same girl, announcing to him her pregnancy. this was something he could have never expected and honestly — hoped for. never once did the young adult think of something like this, especially to happen this way. but he had a responsibility and he was ready to grow up. that meant raising the child in his mind. so, months later, he watched his baby girl be born.

the night in the hospital was dreadful. the multiple day bus ride to california and lack of sleep only made his adrenaline rush more. the young woman expressed several complaints throughout the delivery, telling jess she was scared and she couldn't do it. the boy only told her they had a baby now, they had to take on this responsibility. and just like that, she was gone the moment the doctor signed the release papers. leaving jess mariano and a small child in his arms.

the journey back home was inevitable, a small bed in a shared apartment calling his name. a severe amounts of his savings were spent on a plane ticket back to the city. the few hours on a plane with a newborn much better than multiple days. considering, he was pretty sure the two would get kicked off. but jess mariano loved his little girl, alice, he had decided on. right before they were to leave the hospital. he loved their matching eyes and the way she smiled. he loved the way she squeezed his finger with her entire hand and the way she looked into his eyes. jess mariano had gone soft the moment his daughter was born. something he'd never admit.

the first few months were tiring. with the amount of shifts the new dad had to pick up to pay for simple products and the crying baby he lacked any amount of sleep. as did his roommates whom complained any chance they got. after continuously telling them off and spending some spare change on a pacifier, jess finally started to settle down. he started with making her own clothes out of his old t-shirts. of course they weren't pretty but he tried. but as time went on, he was able to afford the necessary items to make his babygirl happy. even though she would be happy nonetheless, as long as she had her dad.

the repetitive first months were still admirable in jess' book. he had never loved another being as much as he adored alice. he thought he loved rory but the way he felt for his child made any other kind of love incomparable. even if she spit up on him or wouldn't let him get a blink or sleep, he still found himself smiling at her sleeping late at night. proud of the little human who filled his heart.

the ending of the rotation began when jess was preparing for another shift at work. alice laid on jess' bed, pillows surrounding her like a nest to keep her safe from rolling over into their roommates crap. the young adult threw a t-shirt over his frame when he turned around, noticing the figure in the apartment door frame.

"hey, neighbor! the guys next door just ran out of crack to sell, so they sent me over to borrow a cup. hey, nice place. you put those holes there yourself?" luke danes questioned, pointing his flannel covered arm towards the large holes in the wall. the man hadn't seen his nephew in a little bit over a year, back when he was still seventeen and living back in stars hollow. when everything was different. "what are you doing here?"

"i just wanted to see how you're doing," luke shrugged at his nephews words as she glanced around the apartment. it was obvious he noticed the baby half asleep on the mattress, her pacifier in her mouth. assuming it was the other sleeping man's. "going great."

"great, you're doing great. wow, you're doing great. i'm not doing great and i have running water," he humored as jess huffed. the teenager grabbed his bag, throwing in a few of the things alice would need while she sat with him at work. "the place is fine."

"fine not great? what happened to great?" luke asked as he watched his nephew throw several children's items in his bag. his head glancing back and forth between his nephew and the baby. two and two connecting at the moment. jess sighed heavy, nearly waking up his roommate. "all this and no housewarming gift?"

luke turned towards his nephew with widened eyes, his finger locked in a point as he pointed between him and the baby once more. "jess... tell me why- tell me that's not..."

"spit it out, uncle luke." jess humored as he turned towards him in frustration, already being late for work. "what is that?"

"the ending of my adolescence," the boy shrugged as he zipped the bag. his curly hair bopped as he made his way over towards the baby, watching her flutter her eyes open. he offered her his arms as he picked her up. luke felt his heart stop as he watched jess with the baby, confusion entering his body. "you have a- a-"

"a little demon, hm?" jess hummed as he pressed his lips to her tiny forehead. turning back to his uncle with his daily poker face. luke still couldn't fathom the situation, still locked in a moment of shock. "why didn't you- you know, tell me? i mean when could this have happened? i saw you a couple months ago."

"thirteen months ago actually. when you kicked me out, remember? couldn't exactly ask for some help when you didn't want me," jess held the baby tightly as she watched her great uncle luke. the man looking right back at the baby. "jess, i would have- just... mom?"

"not here."

luke remained silent as he watched the small baby. noticing the similarities between her and the baby jess. "alice. her names alice," jess mumbled making his uncle glance up at him. "alice? that's a pretty name... too normal for you."

"well she's named after a rock legend," jess admitted making luke burst into a small smile as he watched the little girl. jess holding her forward. "here."

luke was quick to grab the baby, holding her in his arms protectively. he was in awe of the little baby who had yet to cry in the minutes he had been there. something that was so far from her father as a child. "so, why're you really here?"

"well uh, liz told me you weren't coming to the wedding." the man told his nephew, his eyes not leaving the baby cradled in his arms. "there no way you're here about that."

"i am here about that," he argued as he glanced up at the teenager who threw on his leather jacket. "why?"

"why? you're mothers getting married and you're not coming. you also have a new family member that she's gonna desperately want to meet. and i'm assuming, she's yet to hear about this little angel." jess' personal note, make fun of luke for calling alice a little angel... even though she kind of is a little angel.

"no biggie. i'll just catch the next wedding. they can meet ali then, i'm sure she'll have maybe another hair or two by then." jess joked as he reached his hands forward, motioning for his uncle to give him back his baby. luke sighed before obliging; very carefully handing him the babygirl. "jess, this guy is different."

"come on," the teenager choked on a laugh before turning down to look at his smiley baby. the girl had developed a habit of smiling at her father's voice within the past week and a half. it was wild to him how quickly she had grown, not even opening her eyes three months ago. "well he could be different, he seems different." luke attempted to argue, despite noticing jess falling into his own world with his baby. he was proud of jess for his responsibility taken on with the baby and the way his eyes lit up as he watched her. jess mariano was not the same boy that left stars hollow a year ago.

"i've seen him with liz. they seem to work. we need to support this thing, to give it a chance," the man shrugged as he watched his nephew glance up from his baby. "no we don't." he wasted no time going back to place his baby on the mattress as he gathered her blanket to wrap around. "you're gonna regret it, jess."

"doubt it," jess bit back his crooked smile as he wrapped the girl in her small blanket. the protectiveness from the spring new york chills. "no you are. if you ever manage to grow up and get yourself together and drop this selfish, self-destructive behavior that you are so fond of, if that ever happens, you are gonna look back on this moment, and you're gonna feel like a big seaming mound of crap that you missed this. and maybe you have changed, you have a baby now and you're looking at her like... a parent should look at their kid. and she's obviously not in a biker gang so maybe you're doing something right. but jess, you've got a bunch of smelly mattresses and no running water and a toilet in the middle of the room. this stubborn individuality or yours is costing your kid a good childhood."

jess' eyes narrowed as he turned to look over at his uncle. he hated that he agreed with some of his words, knowing alice deserved much more. but she had milk everyday, a warm place to sleep, and a dad who loved her very much. which is more than jess could ever say for himself. "does she seem malnourished to you?"

"what?" luke asked, with his signature confused face. "does she look malnourished to you? or unhappy for that matter? does the clothes with flowers on her back not scream happiness? or what about the fridge with multiple bottles? god, i must be abusing her then, huh?" jess argued as he placed her in his arms, the bag slung around his shoulder. "todd, get up its four!"

jess only shot his uncle an annoyed look as he shoved past him, exiting the apartment. holding his free hand over his baby's back with a soothing pat. "hm... ali, that was your uncle luke. he's kind of a jackass sometimes but he means well. you'll like him sometime, i promise." he whispered to his daughter as he made his way off to work. contemplating how he would explain his little girl to the small town of stars hollow.

it was only a couple hours later that jess mariano packed up his and his daughter's belongings to head to the small town a few hours away. a car ride full of rock CDs to teach his daughter to have an adequate music taste. he only battled with himself the entire shift. debating whether or not to go to the wedding or not. he had no doubt in his mind that he would see his mother's wedding once again. it seemed only every few months that she she found "the one." but his attendance meant a lot to luke for some odd reason. and whether he wanted to admit it or not, luke was the only person who was ever truly there for jess.

so the moment jess emerged in the small town, he sighed at the familiar signs. stopping the moment he saw the town gazebo, parking in-front of the william's hardware store. the curly haired boy stepped out of the car, immediately opening the backdoor and grabbing his baby. the bags thrown over his shoulder she slept peacefully against his shoulder. he could already feel the eyes on him around the town. he was a recognizable character within the small population. the baby in his arms didn't exactly keep him hidden either.

jess made his way into the familiar diner, lacking customers due to the after dinner crowd. the familiar bell only attracted the eyes of the people, the man behind the counter fighting a smile at the sight. "i'm not paying for a motel, so i'm staying with you." he called, making his way past towards the stairwell. they entered the stairwell and made their way up towards the apartment, not even wanting to hear any further comments. the silence from lorelai gilmore made luke turn his head in shock, not used to it.

"um- luke? please tell me that a hairless cat was just being cradled by your nephew right now." lorelai's jaw nearly dropped as she set down her mug. luke glanced around the diner, attempting to find a customer in need of some help. "that is alice."

"his babydoll...?" the inn owner tilted her head as luke let out a breath. "his daughter, my great niece. she's about three months i think. met her earlier, she's great."

"liar! i am not caught up on everything!" the girl gasped towards the man making him groan. "i was getting there but then the proof presented itself. and i only saw her a few hours ago."

"just wow... how is he dealing with all of this? i mean gosh... he's eighteen," lorelai thought aloud reminiscing on her own times as a teenage parent. the struggles and the rewards of having your best friend. the only difference was maturity in her mind. jess was still the immature and cold teenage dirtbag who broke her daughter's heart the year prior. but now he was a parent, just like that.

"i'm gonna go see them. you want to meet her?" luke asked the woman as she replied in a smile. "yeah, of course."

the two exited the empty dinner. luke granting caesar, his chef, privileges to run the place while he made his way upstairs. lorelai followed hesitantly, her mind still on her previously heart broken daughter the entire time. and the boy that had broken it now had a baby.

"ah you're here," jess announced without looking up from his little girl. hearing the sound of the door creaking open as the two entered the apartment. he currently had her in a clean diaper on his old bed, a giggle escaping her lips as he looked down at her. "i do show up occasionally," luke responded.

"hi, jess." lorelai greeted making the boy look up from his little girl. mixed feelings swarming throughout his body. having no idea why or how to feel about her at the very moment. "lorelai," he greeted before looking back down at his girl. "and who's this?" lorelai asked smiley as she followed luke over towards the baby and her father. alice smiled warmly at both people, her bright gestures resulting in smiles throughout the room. "this is alice."

"in wonderland?" she joked as he admired the little girl. jess pressed his lips together as he shook his head. "cooper."

a simple 'ah' escaped from the woman's lips. the desperation was obvious on her face as jess picked the baby up, handing her towards lorelai who proudly held her. jess never truly trusted anyone with his baby. but he knew lorelai knew a thing or two about kids and people in general. even though she lacked showing him that decent respect in the past. "she's so beautiful."

"she's my kid," jess humored as he made his way over towards the fridge passing luke who watched lorelai hold his great niece with pure love. something jess noticed immediately. "i wasn't sure what food to eat." he announced making luke turn towards him. "eat what you like. start with the expired stuff." his eyes glanced over towards the beautiful woman holding the beautiful the baby. a smile instantly forming on his face. "go out. i'm hearing good buzz about the chow mein sandwhich from al's. i got her. caesar can watch the store."

"yeah, i'm sure you haven't been without her since she was born. go get some food for an hour or so. it's the only break you'll get until she's eighteen and off at college," lorelai smiled as she rocked the little girl who was flapping her arms around. jess watched his daughter protectively for a second before sighing. "sure, yeah. i should go get some diapers - for her, anyways. i'll be back in an hour."

[capitalisticveins]

Unempowered Boys Headcanons (Ft Vega, Wampus, Aggro, and Cutie)

Took a bit longer than I thought but I’m still happy with how it turned out

Also I have like 1 personal headcanon that might be based on gender? If you look at it that way? I didn’t want to include it but I did so, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable

PS: Erik refers to Ollie’s listener as “Babe” in March Redactedness, so I did that here too. They’re not to be confused with “Baaabe” (Asher’s listener)

- Guy puts milk before cereal solely to piss off Honey

- Ollie and Babe have matching cat pajamas

- Geordi was a short distance runner for his high school track team. He quit after 3 weeks

- Flyboi! Baby tried to reconnect with Ivan when he was still influenced by Vega, but couldn’t find anything about him online. His number was gone, and so was all of his social media..

- Aaron worked at Walmart for 1 year before quitting on the spot without a 2-week notice

- Geordi was invited to a party in his high school year by Ben. He thinks of it as “one of the most depressing parties I’ve ever been to” in his words

- Ollie would vent to Wampus about his crush on Babe for 2 years before confessing. Wampus was asleep whenever this happened

- Honey was an honor roll student and a part of the college varsity team.

- Guy worked at Max’s Rustic Pizza to afford his tuition, with added bonus money from his parents whenever his paychecks weren’t enough

- Geordi’s only gone to 4 parties, 2 of which were birthday parties in elementary school

- Smartass used to pretend something smelled bad whenever Aaron walked past their cubicle, nothing pissed him off more than when they did that

- Ivan plays Stardew Valley

- Either Geordi and Cutie are the same height, or Cutie is taller by 2+ inches

- Wampus leaves the house through the window whenever neither Babe nor Ollie are home, and gets into another couple’s house and loafs with their cat, or fight them, it’s never clear

- Flyboi! Baby only plays Minecraft on peaceful mode and on 24 hour daylight. It’s too intense to play any other way

- When Cutie first told Geordi they were a telepath, he would put an aluminum foil on his head for a week whenever he wanted 100% privacy. Cutie found it adorable for the wrong reason

- Smartass forgot some stuff on their desk when they quit (a plant, some pictures, post-its, etc), Aaron keeps them on his desk.

- Honey would tutor other students whenever they could.

- Geordi hates FNAF

- Ivan starts getting headaches whenever he sees something about Vesta Distribution online, but he doesn’t know what’s causing it

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby works in Smartass’ old position at Vesta now

- Guy realized Honey was a tutor, and suddenly started being terrible at his English classes. He was assigned to be tutored by Honey, and started silently upper cutting the air when he was told this

- Ollie played Uno once as a teenager. Never again.

- Smartass would demolish Aaron at Monopoly

- Cutie absolutely ADORES Pitbulls

- Babe has 3 pet hamsters that has continuously tried to kill themselves and each other

- Guy proposed the idea of being roommates a few months before Honey finished their final semester, he was scared that when they graduated, they’d drift apart

- When he still had Sadism’s Hold! Baby in captivity, Ivan would want to see if Flyboi! Baby responded to his voicemail, but Vega’s control on him was too much, and he’d forget

- Aaron was one of those kids that would hold 3 chairs to show off to the class in the 2nd grade

- (Personal headcanon) Cutie did cheerleading in high school

- Sadism’s Hold! Baby would rather die than own a pet, commitment isn’t their strong suit, at all.

- Geordi wears dorky glasses, Cutie sometimes steals them and wears it themselves, and then gets a headache

- Guy and Honey went through 5 roommates before just moving in with each other, they only liked 1, but that one moved out.

Taglist: @frenchiefitzhere

[such-a-barbarian]

weekly tag wednesday thursday!

thanks to @mybrainismelted and @lupeloto for the tags this week! I guess we are talking birthdays this week. 🥳

When is yours? April 12

Where were you born? The nation’s capital 🇨🇦

How do you feel about your legal name? Are you using it online and/or IRL? I love my legal name! It’s pretty unique so I use a short form online. It’s got kind of a cool story behind the name and I’ve only met one other person with my name in real life so I really like it.

How about your sign? Do you feel it “fits”? I’m an Aries and I low key hate it. Lol. I embody very few of the typical ‘Aries’ traits and I always feel like the traits that are highlighted are often negative.

What’s your earliest memory related to your birthday? That would be my 5th or 6th birthday. My friends and I made princess hats.

What’s one of the best gifts you’ve ever received? My mom took me to New York City for my 18th birthday and we saw the final preview of the original cast of Spamalot before opening night. Still have a hard time believing I saw that cast live in person!

How about one of the best you’ve given yourself? My husband and I are the same age and for our 30th birthday we gifted ourselves a three week trip to Germany. That was pretty sweet!

What’s your favorite cake flavor? Whatever flavour is closest to my face. Lol. Although I am partial to a good chocolate cake.

How about your favorite flowers? Wildflowers

Have your ever thrown a birthday party? If yes, tell us about your favorite one. yes! I’ve thrown a few goods ones in my time. My favourite is my son’s 3rd birthday though. He’s a covid baby (Jan. 2020), so his first 2 birthdays were during a lockdown. For his 3rd we went all out!

What’s the ultimate birthday song? I have no idea. Lol

And last but not least, pick a celebrity with whom you share your birthday. Clare Danes

I’m a little late to the game on this one so I’ll skip the tags but if you’re make it this far please enjoy some cake! 🍰

[unohanabbygirl]

I know this isn’t your style especially considering how happy everyone is in the actual story but No forgiveness!FMN AU! Luke remembers and hates all of the greens and is even betrayed that his own family are ok all these years with the people who are the “direct” reason for Luke not being with them (our boy is traumatised). Maybe like makes them choose or runs away or re-enters the reincarnation machine ( 🤮 😢). Sorry I’ve been reading too much hurt no comfort lately and am curious on how you’d go about it if in an alternate universe that’s where your ideas for FMN went !

I think about this all the time actually lol. With the life he’s endured its pretty much a miracle that Luke still tries his hardest to be a good person as its that not uncommon for the abused to become abusers themselves later on in life.

In a more realistic FMN verse, anger and betrayal would be much more likely considering that the only reasons Luke was born into such horrible circumstances is because of two things #1 being Harwin’s inability to pull out. And #2, that he was murdered by the very man those who claim to love him most have accepted with open arms (never Jace though)

And I’m going to be SO honest here, though Luke has his suicidal ideations from time to time in canon the only reason I chose to not make him actively suicidal by actually making attempts on his own life is because thats a bit too much to handle. Same with physical self harm such as c**ting rather than going down the road of hurting himself with drugs and alcohol. However, I can see that happening in this little au we’re cooking up here.

Once it all comes back to him Luke doesn’t freak out or go off on everyone, but keeps it to himself as he takes a look around the house. Staring at family photos from past holidays and birthdays parties, baby pictures and first day of school photos plastered on the refrigerator doors mixed with those handprint arts in colorful paint from kindergarten. Its a life so full of happiness and love, as if his presence being missing wasn’t even a concern. Replaced with those that were the reason for his past death.

Luke decides to skip out of town and has a few last days of partying. Going back to his old ways just to clear his mind of all the hurt before throwing in the towel. Even in his last moments Luke dosen’t want to be a burden to anyone so he chooses a less messy way to go out. Making sure to leave his note on the dirty motel nightstand. Its messy, sloppily written as he’s half drunk and coming down from a nearly fatal high. But he’s able to get everything out, making sure they know the only reason he’s taken this route is because of their own mistakes. Shoving their happy lives in his face with expectations that he’d actually be happy to be family with the greens after everything they’ve done.

His body isn’t found until weeks later, weeks of the entire Kings Landing police department searching for him. They go over the note but they can’t understand it as it seems to be in a different language. It’s not until they leave the hotel with his body on a gurney and a solemn look does Rhaenyra break down. Unable to function as Daemon is handed the note, ears welling in his eyes as he reads his sons every pained word in their ancestral language.

From then on I could see a few chapters written from everyone’s pov’s as they get a chance to read Luke’s last words and their lives fall to pieces. Its very clear that Luke wanted them to feel his pain and he accomplished his mission.

[youras-wonderland]

An Unforgettable Birthday | Byun Baekhyun

• Baekhyun x Female Reader

• Fluff / Long distance relationship

• Author: youras-wonderland

A/N: Hello! This is my first request and thank you for it, dear. I hope you like it. 🥺 Please share your thoughts with me later. ��

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It was almost twelve o'clock and your birthday was almost over. Your 25th birthday was better than you expected. Your family and friends organized a birthday party for you. You were very happy and grateful to all.

So why do you feel alone now? Something is missing, right?

Your beautiful flower, Byun Baekhyun.

It's your third birthday without him. You wanted him to be here with you, looking at you with his shining eyes. You wanted him to stroke your hair and sing to you before you go to sleep.

You slowly wiped your tears. You didn't want to cry, but it was very difficult to be away from him. You video chat for hours every day and tell each other how much you two miss each other. We communicate all the time, but it's not enough.

You want him here with you. You want to be safe in his arms. You want to hear his laughter very close, to place small kisses on his cute lips.

Unfortunately, none of this is possible. You are in different countries, in different houses. He's not here, he won't be here for a long time because he's too busy with his job.

He was the first to celebrate your birthday. Seeing his peaceful smile was the best gift for you, but not being able to smell him was very difficult.

Your long distance relationship was thanks to a video game. Baekhyun and you are both addicted to playing games. You two met and became friends when you were on the same team in a game. Then your relationship got stronger and here you two are now.

You used to find these kinds of things weird but after getting to know Baekhyun, your mind has completely changed. He is everything to you.

The shining star in your life, the first and only owner of your heart.

You looked at the clock and slowly got up from the sofa you was sitting on. You went to the kitchen and got a glass of water.

You frowned at the sudden ringing of the doorbell.

No one comes to your house at this hour. Does a neighbor need something?

Curious, you went to open the door.

No way!

You wondered if the person you saw was real. The brown-haired man was waiting for you with excited eyes.

Baekhyun.

'Happy birthday, darling! Your gift is here!'

You immediately hug him and started crying. You placed a lot of kisses on his face. You miss him so much. You really miss.

'I'm not here to make you cry, honey! You should be happy! Your super handsome boyfriend is here!'

You smiled as you cried and gently hit his arm.

'You... How did you get here, Baekhyun? You said you'd be very busy for 2 weeks.'

He dropped his suitcase and guided you to sit on the sofa.

'Don't you know your boyfriend? Of course I tricked you. I wanted to surprise you so I had to tell a little lie.'

He grinned.

'I never expected this! I was going to sleep after thinking about you and suddenly the bell rang!'

He chuckled. That beautiful cute voice.

'Baby, I miss you so much!'

He grabbed your face and gave you a longing kiss.

He kissed your cheek, lips, nose, chin, and all over your face gently.

'I miss you too, Baek. So much.'

You hugged each other tightly and just stood there for a few minutes.

You still couldn't believe that the man you loved was next to you. It was like a dream.

Baekhyun broke the silence by pulling a small box from his pocket.

When you saw the box in his hand, your heart began to beat with excitement.

'I'm sorry but I can't wait any longer. I wanted to make this proposal to you in a much more romantic way, but unfortunately we have so little time to do it. I'm pretty impatient for this. I can't wait any longer to marry this kind hearted woman who came into my life three years ago. The love of my life, my best friend, my everything. I love you so much. My heart is full of your love.'

You're crying.

You're crying and crying.

Today something unexpected happened and now your boyfriend is proposing to you.

He gently took your hands and gave you a soft kiss.

'I want to see our children and grandchildren. I want my whole life to be with you. Will you marry me my love? Will you be with me forever?'

Without waiting, you hugged him tightly and burst into tears. You really love this man.

'Yes! Of course I will!'

You hugged each other tightly and shared your happiness. Today was the happiest day of your life. You never thought you'd meet the love of your life through some silly game.

Llife surprises us sometimes, doesn't it?

The most beautiful flower life has brought you, Byun Baekhyun.

Today was an unforgettable day for you.

A new one has been added to one of your memories that you will tell your grandchildren.

[joy-of-life88]

Can I love again? [a Roman Reigns story] 27 Breakfast in bed

As quietly as I could, I went back into the bedroom and saw with contentment that Roman was still fast asleep. Smiling, I put the tray with the prepared breakfast on my bedside tables before I very carefully crawled into bed.

Then I slid close to the side of my sleeping husband. I lifted my hand and brushed a few hairs from his face. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Normally I found it nice to just watch him sleep, but today I had no patience for that.

I leaned toward him and kissed his cheek until I reached his ear. Then I began to whisper, hoping it wouldn't take long for him to wake up.

"Good morning Romeo. Wake up birthday boy." I whispered while stroking his cheek at the same time.

Roman groaned a little, but didn't wake up yet. I frowned and tried again.

"I have gifts for you, my gorgeous husband. And I made you breakfast." I breathed into his ear.

This time I had more success, because slowly his eyelids began to flutter.

"Hey, good morning my love! Happy birthday!" I said and leaned in to give him a kiss.

"Good morning angel and thank you. What smells so good in here?" replied Roman as he sat up in bed and leaned against the headboard.

"Well... I made you a very special birthday breakfast. You can choose whatever you want. I made pancakes, bacon, hash browns, scrambled eggs, sausage and toast. There is coffee and juice. Whatever your heart desires." I said.

"You are amazing, Y/N! How did you and the nugget sleep?" he wanted to know as he put one arm around my shoulders while the other rested on my now 20 week baby bump.

Roman was so proud every time our little one moved. What he didn't know yet was that his breakfast contained another surprise.

"Oh we slept well. Now let's eat before it gets cold. What do you want?" I said as I broke away from him and brought the tray to us on the bed.

"This all looks so great. I don't even know where to start." he praised.

"May I suggest the pancakes, Romeo? They contain a special surprise for you." I suggested, waiting for his reply.

"I love your pancakes." replied Roman.

"Then pancakes it is," I said as I pushed the plate towards him.

"But what's surprising about that, angel?" he asked as he cut himself a piece.

"Oh just look real close." I laughed.

I watched as he looked very closely at the cut pancakes. He looked a little confused. Maybe it was a little too early in the morning for puzzles.

"Why are they pink?" he wanted to know, looking at me.

"Well...." I said, then meaningfully put a hand on my stomach.

"Oh my god! Are you serious?" he gasped and immediately dropped his fork.

In the next second, I was in his arms.

"We're getting a little princess? This is absolutely amazing. I'm so happy, angel." he said as he emphasized word for word with a kiss on my lips, nose or cheeks.

"Yes, we do. After the doctor couldn't see anything last time and you were so disappointed, I went back yesterday and had an additional ultrasound. I was hoping to have better luck this time because I thought how nice it would be to surprise you for your birthday. And it actually worked!" I explained to him as I took his hands in mine and gently placed them over the spot where I could feel our nugget.

The young lady obviously wanted to congratulate her daddy on his special day, too. It wouldn't surprise me at all if Roman later became her favorite. Daddy's girl through and through. She took after me on that one. He was my favorite person, too, after all.

"That's the best birthday present anyone could get, angel. I love you. And Nugget of course. Thank you so much." Roman then said.

"I love you too, Roman. But that's not all for today. Later this afternoon we will have a party with your family. And I have other gifts for you," I replied proudly.

"Really? When did you plan all this?" he wanted to know.

"I've had enough time doing the week when I was alone. But... since I'm not supposed to travel so much from now on, I'll be home a lot. And since you're on Smackdown now, it wouldn't make sense to work for Raw anymore anyway. And as soon as the Nugget is born, I'm sure I'll have enough to do with her. So I think it would be best to quit," I explained.

"You can do whatever you want, Y/N. I supported you in every decision. And honestly, I have to admit that I didn't like that you were traveling alone all the time," he replied.

"I know what you mean. I didn't like it either. But enough of that now. Nugget is hungry. And you need to eat too, birthday boy," I said, and then gave him another kiss.

Then we shared the now almost cold breakfast, but we didn't care. The moment had been just too beautiful to worry about it.

[mylifeasjazmine]

bella, where the hell you been loca?

Last year I rediscovered Tumblr and then I was on a roll, then I fell off! I’m not entirely sure how that happened but I’m back and I have a lot to say!

I’m not even sure where to start so here’s a 2023 recap;

January was calm from what I can recollect, I was still getting my autonomy back and the 31st of that month marked the one year anniversary since my accident and I’m not sure if I mentioned this but I also got a car a few days before my year anniversary which was very special to me to have been able to come full circle like that. Romantically, I didn’t have anything going on. I was going dates to fill the time but nothing serious ever evolved from any of it.

February brings me to my first trip of the year and the first time I had been able to use my flight benefits. Ashley and I took a day trip to New York and came home and drove to Miami for a day, it was quick but fun! Since I was mobile in more way than one now, I was getting back to my “old” self again. Getting dressed, hanging out with my friends.

March was nothing to write home about either. I had training for a new position at work and spent a lot of time with my niece. I can’t recall anything major happening this month either if I’m being honest. I can remember emotionally feeling a little sad because I was feeling disconnected from the world. I had gotten a little busy with work and I was becoming a little bit of a hermit crab again.

April is when the year started to pick up a little speed for me. Adel and I took a trip to Puerto Rico, it was the first time for the both of us. We had so much fun we ended up extending for another day. During this time I started to get a little into fitness and I was shedding my little hermit crab shell again. Maybe it was the braids, the tan and the warm weather, but life was feeling like life again.

May started with a bang! I went on a cruise with like 12 other family members and we had a blast. It was short but we still enjoyed ourselves. The whole month was actually pretty eventful. Allie’s surprise 30th party was that month and I also got to see Bryson Tiller live with Zamira. We sang and cried our little hearts out. Eli’s birthday is also in May so we celebrated her too. As you can see, we are well into the year and we are still batting zero in romance department, but we keep living.

June may still go down as my favorite month of the year. As soon as the month started I went to Miami with Cindy and Eli to go see Kathy before she popped out her new baby but you know we still turned it into a trip while we were out there. The week after I got back I went to Chicago with Gabby and some of the girls for her Bachelorette Trip. It wasn’t my first time in Chicago but it was the first time I spent real time there and I really enjoyed myself. When I got back from Chicago, I went to the Sorry Papi Tour with Eli and Cindy! I also had training for what would be my second promotion of the year. We also found out the gender of my brother’s newest baby, it was a boy!

July I tried to sit my ass down but I think I still had June ants in my pants. I spent 4th of July with Liz and Amanda and the kids which I love to do. I flew to Texas a few days later to spend Adel’s birthday with her. Such a cute little trip. I was trying to get back into rest mode this moth so I didn’t pop out too much after that. I remember going downtown one hot ass night with Amanda and Liz and then just spending the rest of the month in my pool trying not to die of heatstroke. I also made one year with my job, which came pretty quickly.

August is when life started to get a little interesting I think lol. This month I was feeling overwhelmed with my living situation and in that same swoop someone I know needed a dog-sitter for a few days so I packed my shit and was a dog mom for like 4 days. I won’t get into too many details but long story short, that was the last time I ever saw that person because they lied about their flight being canceled so they could stay an extra day knowing their dog was sick and I was ready to go home. That weekend was also the weekend we celebrated my Grammy’s 65th birthday. This weekend, I also started going back and forth with a handsome man that I had always been interested in back it just never seemed to happen. Before the month was over, we had hung out a few times and if I am being honest, I was feeling pretty optimistic. I blame my Sagittarius Venus for that.

September rolls around and we celebrate my godson Zavier, my niece Amaia also turned 2 this month. Not to mention, my little sister turned 18 on us! All the while, things with this handsome man seem to be working in my favor. We are spending a good amount of time together, I’m getting to know him more and I am liking what I’m seeing. At this point, the only things I’ve been up to is working, working out, spending time with my family and seeing him when I could. I think it’s important to note that neither one of us had really said anything about how we felt about the other. Everything was more of a “use your context clues” kinda vibe for a little. I also didn’t want to get ahead of myself so I was just going with the flow.

October is finally here! This is my birthday month so I knew the vibes were gonna be 1000. We kicked off the month celebrating my cousin Jazmin. We had a cousin’s night out and we had a blast. The next week was Gabby’s wedding so I traveled to the Dominican Republic for the first time. The wedding was beautiful and I cried my eyes out pretty much the whole weekend. Plus, I was the ONLY single person there. Don’t tell me I’m not one of God’s strongest soldiers because my lord lol. In between this, I am still seeing the handsome man but at this rate I have developed feelings for him and I don’t know what to do with them. So naturally, I decided to do nothing and bury them. But we were still hanging out so that was getting hard. My birthday rolls around but this year I wanted to spend it solo. So a few days before I went to dinner with some of my best friends and on the day of I just hung out with my brothers.

November hits and I’m literally catching a flight on the 1st. For my solo trip, I went to Sacramento to see my favorite artist Victoria Monet. It was an AMAZING show, I am so happy I went. While I was out there I think there was one day that I literally didn’t even speak. It was so peaceful. But it gave me time to think about some things and I felt like I was getting in over my head with the handsome man so I started to subconsciously pull back a little. When I came back from my trip, I saw him for what I didn’t know then would be the last time for 4 months. But looking back, that last time felt different. Something felt off. On the bright side, I did have training for another promotion, that makes 3 for the year. I also got to take my brother to see the Magic play at an in-season play-off game which was dope. The best thing that happened this month was rekindling my friendship with Eyad. We ran into one night out and decided to make a pact to hang out once a week and we’ve been sticking to it! He’s legitimately become one of my best friends.

December marks the end of this relatively smooth year. Christmas is my favorite holiday so the vibes were up. I hadn’t really spoken to the handsome man because I was trying to swallow those feelings I had for him. Then one day, he asks me if I listen to Christmas music and sends me a playlist. That playlist sends me into a frenzy and I can’t think straight for like 2 days. If you know me, you know how much I love music and thoughtful gifts so the me a playlist is the perfect depiction of that. It might not hold that kinda weight for everyone, and it’s probably silly, but no one has ever made me a playlist before so I was geekin’. That drove me to finally tell him how I feel about him, sort of. I told him that I like him but there’s so much more I wanted to say. He told me he liked me too but, at this point what his but was doesn’t matter because having a “but” in the first place just puts a stop to everything. What I will say is that his “but” was enough for him to just decide I need to fall back. With the tale as old as time, as I pulled away, I could feel his energy more. I tried doing on dates to distract myself but it didn’t work. The only thing that worked was time.

Fast forward to April 2024, so far I have gone on two trips and both have been with Adel. We went to New York and we just back came back from Atlanta. So far, I am on promotion number one of the year and in July I will make 2 years with my job. I have seen the handsome man again and he has sent me yet another playlist. Do I still have feelings for him? I think so, but I can’t keep driving myself crazy wondering, I have to keep on living and remember that what’s for me, will always be for me. If you made it this far, thank you for your time. This felt really good for me to release.

[dine-on-nervine]

HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN…

you had your first crush? I believe it was the first grade. Sylvia was her name and I have no idea why.

you had your first kiss? Age 4. Jennifer was her name, though my mother might say it was in the same frame with a girl by the name of Shauna who I have pictures of but do not remember.

you had your first boyfriend or girlfriend? After a few strikeouts, there was Joyetta, who asked me. Amusing way to start; I met her at summer camp but she went to my church (somehow I hadn't seen her there but her mother ran the nursery school), and she broke up with me to go for some other guy who gave her candy. She became a stoner who was sexually active in junior high. *shrug*

you made your first best friend? I met Brian in kindergarten.

you had your first break-up with a significant other? I will cite Karen when I was 17, because she was the most meaningful person. Cassie might have been a bit before that but it wasn't as painful.

you started your period (if you’re a girl)? --

you got engaged? The less said about Trish the better, but it was at the end of my college experience so call it 24.

you got married? I'm not married now, and you have to know me better to get answers on certain things I don't put online.

you lost your virginity? 18, with Jaleh. She said it was boring, but she'd had plenty of experience to compare to.

you had your first child? I don’t have kids.

you first moved out of your house? College so 18.

you graduated high school? I was 18.

you started college? A month from 19.

you moved out of your house permanently? I still say 18, though I had a stint or two of about 3 weeks where I had to go back home because I was between apartments. Not good times.

you first cut yourself? I never did.

you first thought about suicide? Fifteen. Untenable situation at home.

you learned your first swear word? Birth. No, seriously, my parents didn't censor themselves so I knew every bad word except the one that starts with F in the crib.

you started swearing? Probably when I got into school, so 5-6. I knew they were bad words so knew not to use them around my parents even if they used them around me, but on the playground all is fair.

you had your first date? I don't know how to answer that. I never did the stereotypical "take someone out" thing in high school or college, but I did have a few get-together-with-someone-to-do-stuff instances that I could call dates in retrospect. Okay, so how about I say that since I asked Karen at camp to join me for the end-of-week dressup event when I was 16? That was a hoot and life-changing, and everyone was wondering how I managed to get a non-camper. :-D

you had your first sleepover? The aforementioned Brian would have birthday parties with sleepovers when we were in early elementary school, so call it first grade and thereby age 6-7.

you were first baptized? I have a photo of this on my bedroom wall! I look like I'm like at most six months old. I'd have to dig some paperwork up to find the exact date but I'm going to go with "a baby".

you were baptized and it meant something? This has never happened. Not for not wanting it to, I would have really liked that as a teenager, but that's now how life went and I learned to accept it.

you made your first huge regret? Age 6.

you felt mature? I made a note in my journal when I was 19-20 when Steve in college told his son to respect a grownup (speaking about ME!) because that was the first time anyone had said I was an adult. This doesn't mean I felt mature, but I did feel like I had reached a milestone when other people were seeing me as mature.

you first were in love with someone? I point to Lisa in the fifth grade, about a year before she got pregnant by some older dude, so that would be age 11. I have no idea why I was so hung up on her. She still messages me every few years for some reason.

you first experienced love at first sight? LOL, I normally say it was the third grade, Jill, but in a more meaningful way it was later than that and I can't seem to pinpoint who and when that right this moment. I will say that I have met people that I have vibed with immediately (my last two girlfriends) and getting together with them worked naturally, not so much "love at first sight" as "we met across a crowded room and knew we must be together." My parents have told two stories about how they met and it was "across a crowded room" when they were in their 20s... one story says it was at a funeral, the other story says it was at a party at my maternal grandparents' house and my mother could drink more beer than my father had ever seen a woman consume. I haven't had confirmation which is true but it can actually be both, funerals are how my parents met and that party is how they got connected. Both stories are fucking hilarious.

you first encountered God? 15. Thunderstorms and deep lyrics can do that to a person.

you started going to church? "Meaningfully" is the divider here, because I was attending as a really little kid (my mother was the organist) but it was around age 8 that I started going to Sunday school. When I was sent to the church summer camp at 10, that's when it started to mean something to me... or rather, my mother insisted that I had to go to church every week if I wanted to go to camp (which almost none of the other campers at my church did, for the record!!) so there I was until age 18 going to church so I could get clearance from my mother to go to camp, which I lived for.

you got drunk for the first time? I wasn't much of a drinker as a teenager, but let's say that I had a buzz at 17 on a couple occasions. The first hangover, wow, that was graduation practice at 18. The guidance counselor leading the practice knew 1/4 of us were fucked up and had no mercy on our hungover asses.

you first tried drugs? It's only been pot and I was 19. Like Bill Clinton, I didn't inhale, and it wasn't until the next time (I wrote down the date!) when I was with my best friend that I got stupidly high.

you started to think about your appearance? I still don't.

you first joined Facebook? Not sure. I had an account for a decade, it got closed by FB because I didn't have my real name on it (I was reported by one of Mike Huckabee's minions) and thus I lost connection to two people who had passed on, and I've had the replacement for like five years. So let's assume 2008 then.

you got a cell phone? The year was 2008. I still have it as a backup.

you got your own laptop? This was in my 30s, and I have it in storage. Someone cast off the Win98 machine they were using in my direction when they upgraded.

you got your own digital camera? I think I was 31. Agfa 780c, which was a primative sub-megapixel machine. I don't still have it because I loaned it to a friend (so he could snap nudes of his babymama) and the batteries corroded so destroyed the camera. Since the camera had its own formatting OS, no, whatever was on the card was inaccessable if the camera itself was dead.

you got your own car? Age 29.

you got your driver’s license? Age 18 by court order.

you first got pregnant? Me personally, I haven't. Anyone who has been on the receiving end of my spunk, I do have stories that again you'd have to know me to hear, but there were no survivors.

you felt alive for the first time? Late September, 2013. Got my semicolon tattoo last year to commemorate it.

[remorseless-bastard]

During Eri’s rant, Jeff kind of just ignored them. In fact he made it obvious that he was done talking to them by taking out his phone and beginning to watch Tiktoks. He clearly grew tired of their disagreements and wanted to just rest without being bothered.

Meanwhile. Mel was in her car, driving to Jeff’s place. In the car with her, she had three bags from one of the nearby hamburger places. While she drove, she couldn’t help but to think of Eri and Jeff. Wasn’t Jeff supposed to bring Eri home? Why was Eri still with Jeff? She just assumed it was because he felt Eri was going to be unsafe back at their home. From what she heard, it sounded unsafe for a young girl to be in an abandoned building in the first place. He always been a fairly protective person to begin with.

The drive was silent, Mel loved listening to music during her drives, but today she was tired and much too stressed to even bother listening to music, she just wanted to go home and sleep. And forget about everything, forget about Lune, Eri, and hell even Jeff, her own boyfriend. She needed time alone.

After Mel drove to Jeff’s place, she grabbed the food she brought and made her way inside.

Immediately after she got inside, Jeff ran up to her and pulled her into a tight embrace before kissing her on the cheek.

Every time Mel would see him, he would greet her like this. Even days like today, she’s seen him multiple of times, hell he was at her apartment for the majority of the day. But he still got excited. It was weird, but cute in its own way.

“Thank you, baby! I owe you so much for this.” He said as he grabbed his brown bag and walked over to his mattress to eat.

As Mel went over to follow Jeff, she saw Eri. They just sat there in the corner of the room. They looked absolutely miserable. She didn’t know why, but she felt maybe it was best for her to talk to them.

Mel crouched down next to the miserable Eri and extended her hand before gently placing it on their shoulder.

“Hey, Eri…I’ll be honest, you look terrible. Do you want to go home?”

When Mel spoke to Eri, Jeff sat up and looked at her. “Don’t listen to them. They are just being a whiny idiot.” Jeff murmured as he stuffed the second half of his cheeseburger into his mouth.

Mel just stared at him for a moment, long enough for him to take the hint that she was absolutely not in the mood to negotiate with him.

She then looked back at Eri before she nudged them with her shoe. “That’s enough. Let’s get you home.”

After Mel and Eri got into the car, Mel began to drive off.

There was a long silence between the two. The roads were all dark beside the occasional street lamp, it was in the middle of the night after all.

She didn’t know much about Eri. She wasn’t sure what to say really, they were so agitated to begin with.

“You know, a few months ago my mom died.” Mel said, finally breaking the silence. “I don’t know all of your story or what exactly happened, but from the sounds of it your father really did hurt you.”

“My mother hurt me as well. It wasn’t in the same way exactly. But she allowed her husband to do whatever he wanted with me. He would beat me senseless, spit on me, strip me naked and lock me outside, and attempted to sell my body to a man three times my age. She never said anything against it. Sometimes she would encourage the violence.”

“She had colon cancer and died. I thought that it would be a relief that she was gone. But really, I felt worse. I don’t know why I felt worse, or what happened really. I hated her and everything she’s done to me. But somehow, I felt so much worse.”

“I cried for weeks after it happened.”

“I didn’t even know why I was so miserable. I guess I just wanted my mom. Not just the mom I grew up with, but the mom I always wanted. I always wanted a mom who would read me bedtime stories and tucked me in at night, or a mom who actually planned out birthday parties. Hell, I wanted a mom I could cry to during my melodramatic teenage years. But I didn’t. I had Catherine. A cold hearted old bitch who only had me because she was cheating on her husband.”

“…I still don’t know why I was so upset. Hell, I am still sad and confused over it”

“Jeff, my dearest, didn’t understand.”

“Jeff would try to comfort me, he did try everything to help.”

“He would tell me: “Bebe, please try to remember that she hurt you! She was horrible, you shouldn’t be so upset! You should be relieved by this!” She said in a deepened tone, poorly mimicking Jeff’s voice.

“I felt so alone during this.”

“Anyways, my mom is dead and everything has gotten worse…”

She said in a hushed tone. She wasn’t looking at Eri, but it was clear that she was becoming misty eyed from speaking about this. It was clear that this was still something that was painful to speak about.

There was another long silence between Mel and Eri after that. Up until Mel cleared her throat and shifted her gaze towards Eri for a short while.

“I can’t say with full confidence about you, but I think you feel the same way about your dad, don’t you?”

“You don’t need to answer me. But I just want you to know that you are not alone with this. It’s not easy, it’s painful. And you shouldn’t have to struggle through it alone.”

After that, she just continued driving up until she finally reached the old hospital.

“I don’t even remember it properly but I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Today Jeff didn’t want to take Lune out or anything, so he just let him stay at his “home.” Jeff’s home was really a small abandoned building, it looked like it used to be an old house at some point. Now it was completely empty, the doors and windows was boarded up, it was infested with rats and cockroaches, yet this was good enough for Jeff, at least it had a roof and a floor for him to sleep on. Unfortunately for Lune, he had to stay there too if he wanted to hangout with Jeff.

Jeff looked down at Lune for a moment as he heard the boy say this to him. He was clearly a bit confused and concerned about what young boy was saying to him.

“What do you mean, Lune?” Jeff questioned as he dug into his pocket and took out a cigarette and a lighter. He lit up the cigarette and took a long drag from it before blowing out a puff of smoke.

[gabseyoo]

Pity Party

pairing: satoru x fem!reader | wc: 6,5k.

summary: Gojō Satoru has been your best friend since childhood, you practically grew up together, so at this point he knows everything about you. He knows the exact amount of sugar you like your coffee with, the lyrics of your favorite songs, that you love whales and how special your birthday is for you. So when your friends didn't show up to your birthday party, he'll prove that he's there for you, as he always was and always will be.

warnings: slight angst, best friends to lovers, love confession, lovesick!satoru, kinda childish!reader, crying, kissing, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, vanilla and unprotected sex, breeding, aftercare, this is corny and unedited.

a/n: this fic is inspired by melanie martinez's song with the same title. the other day i was listening to it and this idea appeared in my mind like an epiphany and who better to star in it than our sealed boy. ps. why is this so long?

“Why the hell no one is here?” 

It was about the fifth time you had said that same sentence. But no one could blame you, in fact, it seemed like the few people present were wondering the same thing. 

“Maybe they’re late.” Your mother said. 

Today was your birthday, and you had planned together with your parents the best birthday party possible. It was planned as something intimate and nice, with family and close friends. 

The only problem was that there was family, but no friends— except for Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood. 

You weren't the type who liked to throw huge parties, you liked the idea that a day as special as your birthday should be spent with the people closest and most important to you. It had been that way every year since high school, when you realized that special moments should be shared with special people. 

Don't misunderstand, it's not as if you were a boring girl; you liked to go to big parties, drink yourself unconscious and come home in the wee hours with a thousand excuses prepared for your mother who was waiting for you awake on the couch for not adhering to the rule to get home before midnight. 

It simply wasn't what you wanted for your birthday. 

You went into the bathroom to avoid the worried stares of your family for a few minutes and took the opportunity to take out your phone and check if at least one of your best friends had responded to your messages, indeed, there was a response, but not the one you expected. 

It was a message explaining how sorry she was that she couldn't make it to your party because she was sick. Not forgetting to put at the end of the text that she loved you and wished you a happy birthday. 

The worst part wasn't that your best friend wasn't coming to your birthday, the worst part was that you didn't believe her. 

There was a frat party today, you knew because you were invited. Your friends had said several times during the week that you should go, but for obvious reasons you had refused. You wanted to believe that she wouldn't be able to stand you up on your own birthday for a frat party, but you couldn't help but have a bad feeling. 

You looked in the mirror and tried to smile, convincing yourself that everything would be okay as you analyzed your reflection. You were wearing that pretty baby blue dress you had bought weeks before with Satoru's help—he practically chose it—, nice makeup and hair and nails done. A few hours ago when you looked in the mirror you felt gorgeous, even the blue-eyed man had told you so when you showed him the final result, but now you felt ridiculous. 

“Everything will be fine, Y/n. Stop being so pessimistic.”

You had invited your two best friends from collage and Satoru and Suguru. Only your close circle. You knew that the latter would not come as he had a family trip, but he had apologized and even sent a bouquet of flowers as a gift. So there was still one person to come. 

When you came out of the bathroom you found your white-haired friend leaning against the opposite wall, who stood up straight and uncrossed his arms when he saw you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked leaning against the door after closing it. 

“Umm— I was worried about you.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Why shouldn't I be?” He rolled his eyes and looked at you in disbelief. 

“Y/n, I know you better than you think. What happened?”

You sighed in defeat, it was almost impossible for you to lie to Satoru. You cleared your throat and looked at the ground, avoiding his inquisitive gaze that never failed to make you nervous.

“One of my friends just texted me that she wasn't coming because she was sick.” He frowned immediately. 

“One of those two you hang out with?” 

You nodded as you unlocked your phone to show him the message. You noticed how his hand pressed against the device, it wasn't hard to tell he was incredibly upset. He also knew about this frat party, he had also been invited. But he hadn't even bothered to consider it when he was already declining the invitation, that day was solely and completely reserved for his best friend. 

And he had that same feeling that this person you called your friend didn't do the same thing he did. 

“Say it.” You encouraged him crossing your arms.

He had a lot to say. From months ago when you started that friendship with those girls. But it wasn't the time or the place, so he just shrugged as he handed the phone back to you.

“Maybe she is really sick.” He said trying to force a smile. 

“Yeah, right.” The sarcasm in your voice along with the dejected look in your eyes almost made him want to hug you, but he knew you, you were holding back and maybe that show of affection would make you break. He didn't want to see you cry on your birthday. Or never. Especially because of a person like your friend.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, but he decided he should cheer you up. 

He took your hand and caressed your knuckles with his thumb before speaking again, “Come on, don't be sad. Your other friend is still to come, isn't she? She should be on her way. For now let's go to the garden, your mom must be worried.” 

You nodded and let go of his gentle grip before walking without even waiting for him. He sighed and followed you behind until you reached the garden, where your relatives greeted you with warm smiles. You tried to force a smile at them, but even though you thought you were doing a good job of hiding your feelings, your face still gave you away. Still, no one tried to question you. 

You went to sit at a table and immediately your mother handed you a plate of your favorite food that she had lovingly prepared, you sighed and picked up a fork in an attempt to eat even though the last thing you felt at that moment was hunger. 

Satoru sat down next to you and began to eat his own plate, and without you noticing, your mother mouthed to him if everything was alright, to which he nodded even when it was not believable. 

Half an hour later and with your untouched food cold, you were resting your face in the palm of your hand while listening to your fourteen-year-old cousin talk to you about the new boy she liked when your phone rang with that special tone you had for your friends. 

Gojo looked at the contact name and had the impulse to tell you not to answer as he had a feeling that nothing good would come out of that call, but he kept silent, letting you pick up. 

“Hello? Oh, thank you… What do you mean?” There were several seconds of silence and he noticed how you clenched your jaw. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. See you Monday.” 

And with that, you hung up the call, “She's not coming either. She says she has to watch her siblings.”

You didn't believe her either.  

Satoru felt that anger in his chest again. If he already didn't like your friends, now even less. But he was more concerned about how you hadn’t yet burst into tears, even your cousin was worried about you, so after making eye contact with Satoru full of concern, she decided to start talking about the gossip in her school about a student and a teacher having an affair. 

You knew what she was doing, she was trying to distract you. And although you were grateful for the attempt, your mind kept wandering to your friends standing you up on your birthday with poor excuses. 

You don't know how much time passed after that, they had sung happy birthday to you, you blew out the candles on the cake and they convinced you to open the presents even when you insisted you’d do it tomorrow. 

Your aunt and uncle gave you a new dress, your grandparents money and your parents a new laptop. Satoru's gift almost made you burst into tears. It was something typical, a necklace. What made it special was the whale charm since he knew how much you loved whales. 

“Do you want me to put it on?” He asked and you nodded before turning around and pulling your hair up for him. 

It was a small moment you two had, you even felt a tingle as his fingers brushed your skin. You almost blushed when you caught your mother's proud smile as she witnessed Satoru struggling with fastening the necklace. 

“There you go.” He whispered with a smile and patted your shoulder twice before you let your hair down. 

You looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed lost in thought and you had to clear your throat to get him to snap out of his little stupor. 

Then you looked around the place, paying attention to the faces of your family.  They were really trying hard to make sure you had a happy birthday. You couldn't help feeling bad about yourself, feeling ungrateful. They are your special people. They were here and yet you were letting those who weren't ruin your day. 

You really appreciated the effort, so you were frustrated that you couldn't suppress your emotions and simply enjoy yourself. 

Meanwhile, Satoru couldn't help but feel his heart ache to see you having such a hard time, knowing how special your birthday was to you. You looked beautiful, and he knew you would look even more so if you smiled like you usually do. 

While you were trying to eat a piece of your favorite cake, you unlocked your phone and decided to distract yourself by scrolling through Instagram. Big mistake. 

One of your classmates had you added to his close friends list, he had several stories on the frat party; beer pong, people twerking on the floor, but just as you were about to move on to the next story you saw something that caught your attention. 

In the background you noticed both of your friends with red cups in their hands. You blinked one, two, three times not believing what you were seeing. You watched the story again, even zoomed in to confirm that it was not a figment of your imagination. But it wasn't, it really was your friends.  

That was your breaking point. 

You blocked the phone before standing up abruptly, drawing everyone's attention. You threw your napkin on the table before turning around and walking back inside your house. 

You ignored your mother's concerned calls as you let the tears you had been holding back throughout the party fall. 

Satoru had stood up just a second after you. You hadn't noticed, but when he  recognized the face you made when you wanted to cry, he happened to peek at what you were seeing on your phone screen. The only thing he saw was how you made one last zoom to the Instagram story—he also recognized your friends' figures—before you blocked it and got up. 

He called your name as he hurried after you, but not before turning to look at your parents and saying a quick leave it to me before walking up the stairs behind you. 

Although your mother wanted to follow you and comfort you herself in her arms, she decided it was best for Satoru to do it. He was your best friend since you were children and you trusted him more than you could ever trust anyone. She understood that the best person to comfort and understand you was him, so she just nodded to his words and watched him walk up the stairs, losing sight of him when he reached the second floor. 

She had no choice but to turn and look at the confused faces of her husband and family members and shrug her shoulders. Telling them it was best to give you your space and let Satoru handle it. 

Before your best friend could reach you, you had already slammed your bedroom door in his face. He tried to open it but it was locked; and he felt so helpless when he heard your sobs and he wasn't in there to hug you. 

“Y/n, open the door— please.” He said in a sweet voice, leaning his forehead against the wood. “Open it so I can hold you.”

He had no answer, still hearing your sobs on the other end, so he sighed and insisted again. And again. And again. 

It wasn't until minutes later that you opened the door, you meeting Satoru's worried face and him your tearful one. He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, he hated to see you cry. You turned around and walked to the center of your room, crossing your arms as he entered and secured the door before approaching you. 

His heart was breaking, every sob from you seemed to open one more crack. It hurt him too much to see you like this, on your birthday. You were the person he treasured most in his life. The person he loved. 

As if it wasn't obvious by now, Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood, was deeply and hopelessly in love with you. 

He loved you like he never thought he could love a person. 

Since when? 

You had known each other since you were six years old, but it wasn't until many years later that he began to develop feelings for you. But when was that moment? The moment when he said I'm in love with her?

He likes to think it was something that developed gradually. That there was no specific moment when he had that epiphany. 

But if he had to pick the moment, it would be that night when you went for a ride in his car after graduating from high school and drove to the outskirts of the city, from where you could see the lights of the nightlife in the distance and a sky full of stars. You said how beautiful the view was, he whispered that he knew, the difference is that you were looking at the sky and he was looking at you. 

It was cliché— the boy who falls in love with his childhood best friend. But who is he to deny the feelings of his heart? A mere human. 

“What do you want, Satoru?” You asked when you felt his body behind you. 

“I just want to be here for you.” 

His hand went around your forearm, urging you to turn around, but you didn't want to. Even in the darkness of your room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through your window, he would see your face again. You didn't want him to see you like that. He just sighed and decided that he would be the one to stand in front of you. 

Your gaze was fixed on the floor when his tall figure stood before you. There were a few moments of silence before he got up the courage to speak again, 

“Don't cry angel, please, it's your party.” It was the best he could think to say. 

“Like you said, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.” You replied more aggressively than you planned, regret arriving as soon as you spat the childish words. 

Neither Satoru, nor your family, nor anyone but your so-called friends deserved your anger and frustration. Your crying increased as you mumbled sorry after sorry. 

He just grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you close to him, your face against his chest ruining his shirt with tears but he couldn't care less; instead, he held you tighter to him while caressing your head with one hand. He hugged you in a way that  made you feel safe, a way that said, here I am. 

“What's wrong with me?” You whispered after calming down a bit and he frowned, not understanding what you meant. “Am I so insignificant to my friends that a frat party is worth more than my birthday? I'm not worth it?”

Satoru felt his blood boil at your words. 

He didn't like your friends from the beginning, he sensed that they would end up hurting you— and for the first time, he hated that he was right. He had told you several times that they looked like the kind of people who didn't have genuine friendships, and you had responded that he was being prejudiced. It made him angry because you were the person who deserved the most love and good in the world. 

They didn't deserve you— they didn't deserve something as beautiful as your friendship or simply your presence in their life.

“Never say that again. Never.” He said in a firm voice before placing a kiss on your head. “You’re not insignificant, you hear me? You’re not. If they don't know how to appreciate what a wonderful person you are, they’re the ones who aren’t worth it.”

His words quickened your heart. 

“You deserve to be surrounded by people who are grateful to have you in their lives. No less.” He paused for a moment to take a deep breath before continuing, “And I hope you know how fucking grateful I am.”

“Satoru—” You mumbled even though you didn't know what to say next.

He took your face in his hands, making your eyes meet, and ran his thumbs over your cheeks wiping away your tears. God, you were so beautiful. Even crying you looked like an angel. 

“Please stop crying. I know it's your party, but stop crying. It hurts me to see you cry.” He whispered, his face close enough to yours that you felt like you were going to stop breathing at any moment. 

Gojo felt so enamored by your eyes, your nose, your lips— neither of you knew if it was only seconds or hours that you just looked at each other, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and before he could stop to think, the next words were already leaving his mouth, 

“I love you.” 

The moment your eyes widened in surprise, Satoru realized his mistake. He had been carried away by his feelings, and felt terrible for blurting out a confession of that magnitude in a moment like that. 

Now that he had said it, he had only three options: run; take it back and justify it with a bad lie; or go on with the truth. But he had been holding back for so long— so he decided to go with the third option and risk it all. 

“What?” Your voice came out almost in a whisper. 

“I love you. I have— I have loved you for years.” His voice was beginning to shake, but he continued, “And I don't want you to think I'm telling you this to make you feel good, or that I'm taking advantage of the moment, you know I’d never do anything like that— But I love you so much that I can't take it anymore, and because I love you it hurts me that you cry and think you're not worth it, because to me you're worth everything.” 

He knew he was repeating words, that he was talking too fast and that he should stop and take a breath. But he didn't stop and tears ran down his cheeks, the words came out of his lips on their own after years of holding them back. 

“I love you so much it hurts.” 

You were still in shock at his confession, your brain trying to process all the words he had just said. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, his hands left your cheeks to put them on your shoulders. 

“You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, and I'm sorry for telling you now.” He murmured, letting his tears fall freely from his eyes. “I’ll leave if you want me to.” 

Neither you nor Satoru expected what you did next. 

It was your turn to put your hands on his cheeks before kissing him. 

He was surprised for a moment, but when reality hit him and you were actually kissing him after his sudden and reckless confession, he let himself go and kissed you back with the same desire as you. 

Yes, you too had fallen in love with your best friend. You didn't know how long ago, you didn't know if he did it first or if it was you. But at that moment that was the least that mattered. 

His hands went to the sides of your head to deepen the kiss and you felt like your heart would finally escape from your chest because of how fast it was beating. Things had taken a drastic turn. 

When you pulled apart to catch your breath, that's when you finally found your voice to say it,

“I love you, Satoru.”

This seemed to be taken out from a book or a movie. Satoru was afraid of waking up and realizing that it was all just a dream, he had the urge to pinch himself just to make sure that what he was experiencing was real. But dream or not, his love for you was the same. 

When he kissed you again it was no longer sweet, it was desperate, and what happened next was the mere impulse of two humans who were feeling too much. 

Your hands went to the edge of his shirt to take it off, he helped you by raising his arms and immediately his lips returned to yours, guiding you awkwardly across the room until your thighs bumped against your bed. He gently laid you down on the mattress and his hands went to caress your breasts above the fabric of your dress. The dress he had chosen for you. 

He broke away from your lips just to look at you, and he almost burst into tears again— your face was still red from your previous crying, your lips swollen and your hair a bit messy. But what captivated him were your eyes, even in the dim light of the place he could notice that gleam in them, and they were looking at him and only him. 

“Is this okay with you?” He asked, he didn't want you to do this because you felt you had to give him something. “We can stop.”

“I want you, Satoru.” 

She wants me.

Satoru looked at you for a few more seconds, searching for any trace of lies or insecurity on your face, he knew you better than anyone else after all, he could tell exactly how you were feeling just by looking at your eyes. But when he noticed nothing but determination and desire, his lips returned to yours. 

His hands went to the back of your dress and slowly unzipped it until he could grab the hem to pull it completely off, his eyes gazed with nothing but adoration at your almost naked body, he still couldn't believe that you were letting him see and touch you in such an intimate way.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered as his palms ran down your body from your legs to your torso, memorizing with his fingertips the warmth of your skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

Gojo was going slow, he felt there was no rush even when there were people downstairs waiting for you two; he wanted nothing more than to savor every part of you and make you feel good, so he’d take his time. 

He moved his kisses down from your face to your neck, concentrating on that spot below your ears since he knew how sensitive you were there—thanks to the fact that he usually liked to tease you by tickling you—. You moaned softly as you felt his wet tongue and brought your hands to run them over the muscles of his arms and back. You had always had the desire to touch him like this, when he wore tight or sleeveless shirts, or when you went to his house and he opened the door shirtless; and now that you were actually doing it, it was so much better than you could have imagined.  

“Can I?” He asked when his hands found the straps of your bra and you gulped before nodding, unable to speak out of nervousness that the Gojo Satoru would see you naked. 

The Gojo Satoru who is popular, smart and good-looking. The one who has dozens of friends and girls following him, girls who would fight for his attention or even sleep with him.

But then you remembered it.

The man in front of you wasn't the Gojo Satoru, he was just Satoru, idiot sometimes. The guy who is present in all your childhood memories and in each of your special moments growing up. The one who sneaked into your family photos from an early age and used to cry when you beat him playing video games. The one who sometimes talked so much that all you wanted to do was put tape over his mouth and who still slept with a night light because he was afraid of the dark. 

Satoru who is your best friend and is always there for you, who always put you first since you were at the top of the pyramid of important people for him—he said it, not you—, who didn't hesitate to give you his shoulder to cry on and knew what to say to make you feel better; who likes to tease you and play pranks on you; who knows all your favorite foods and shares your love for whales. 

He’s the man you love and loves you back, to whom you seem to be giving more than just your body. 

When he took off your garment he immediately took one of your breasts into his mouth, running his tongue slowly around it, leaving it glistening with his saliva before moving on to the other, without forgetting to peck the whale necklace he gave you.

“You have the prettiest tits.” That almost made you want to slap him. 

“Shut up.” You laughed softly feeling your cheeks flush. You could tell you were starting to get comfortable with each other. 

“It’s the truth. They’re pretty— you’re so pretty.” Gojo chuckled before returning his lips to yours, he wanted more of that addictive taste of your lips that made him feel that he would never have the desire to kiss anyone else. 

Suddenly his hands went down to the edge of your panties and waited for your confirmation that everything was okay before taking them off, throwing them to the side of the bed. He sat on his calves to appreciate your completely naked body and almost wanted to thank you for letting him see you like that, you were as perfect as he imagined, even more. 

“God— I love you.” Now that Satoru was free to say it out loud, he would repeat it as many times as necessary. 

He didn't give you a chance to respond to his words when two of his fingers entered your mouth, slowly coating them with your saliva. You sucked them following his movements causing Satoru to mutter a low fuck at this sensual sight of you. 

When his fingers left your mouth he began to lightly caress them from your chin, down the middle of your breasts and over your navel until they reached the place where you needed him most. 

“So wet.” He remarked as his digits went inside you, he did it slowly to avoid hurting you, pausing until he was knuckles deep before pulling them out and repeating the action.

You threw your head back as his thumb began to make slow circles on your clit, almost embarrassed because Satoru's blue eyes were fixed on your facial expressions, paying special attention to your reactions and feeling proud that he’s the one who’s causing them. 

His free hand went to caress one of your mounds to increase the stimulation to your body, which seemed to become more sensitive to his every touch, so it wasn't long before you began to feel your orgasm building. 

“You close?” He asked with his eyes full of admiration. You nodded before closing your eyes and squeezing the sheets with your fists— but that expression of pleasure turned into a frown as the stimulation on your clit was lost. “I know angel, I know, hold it for me. I wanna taste you.” 

Satoru bent down until his face was in the middle of your legs, facing your most intimate part with eager eyes. You were about to tell him it wasn't necessary, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the closeness of his breath against your pussy, but you couldn't find your voice and even less so when he started to spread wet kisses on your inner thighs with his fingers still inside you at that slow pace he had set, keeping your orgasm close but not quite reaching it. 

“Oh fuck.” You murmured as his mouth finally circled your clit and soon after he began to move his tongue. “You taste so good.”

Satoru had always considered himself a man who enjoyed giving pleasure; and now, that it was you, the woman he loves, he not only enjoyed it— he loved it and wanted to give you the best he could, and hearing your pretty moans was enough to make him euphoric, maybe lovesick. 

The sensation that had been cut off before returned with more intensity; Satoru recognized that you were close again, so he began to suck on your clit as just a few minutes ago he had discovered you liked by the way your walls clenched his fingers when he did it. 

You bit your lip hard trying to hold back the high moan that wanted to escape your throat as you lifted your hips when you felt your orgasm take over your body. 

When he looked at you while you were cumming in his mouth, he couldn't help but fall in love with the sight, again; and he also couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when one of your hands went to caress his white locks lovingly as you climaxed. 

Fuck, she's so cute. 

“Want to continue?” Satoru asked in a soft voice while sitting back down on his calves, lips still glossy with your fluids. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You smiled as you sat, his vibrant blue eyes connected to yours all the time. You recognized that look. It was the look you had often caught him staring at you from long ago, the same look from when he gave you the necklace and the same look from when you showed him the final result of your party outfit this afternoon and he said you looked beautiful.

Maybe that's his look of love. You felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. How come you didn't notice it before? It was almost obvious. 

But he felt the same way, maybe everyone around you had realized how you felt about each other except the two of you, because you were constantly living in a bubble where you were trying to convince yourselves that there was nothing more than friendship. But now that bubble had burst. 

You put both of your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again, savoring your own taste from his mouth before saying, “I think I told you I wanted you.”

Your best friend chuckled, “I just wanted to be sure.”

With his big hands on your waist he pulled you back against the sheets, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, you noticed the visible bulge and gulped, still unable to believe that this was actually happening. 

Gojo removed the garment along with his boxers at once, becoming completely naked to your eyes. He was undoubtedly blessed everywhere you looked. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick and moved it up and down before positioning himself at your entrance. Satoru had never felt this excited, his heart was racing at the fact that you would be his and he would be yours. 

He looked down at you as he leaned with his forearm next to your head while he ran his hard member through your wet folds to lubricate himself, unable to contain the moan that escaped his mouth at the contact of his sensitive skin with yours.

“I’m goin’ in.” Your best friend announced before slowly pushing the first half inside you, he immediately felt the tightness of your walls around him and closed his eyes for a few seconds enjoying the sensation. You were so tight, so warm, so perfect. “Oh god.” 

When he opened his blue eyes again he met your pretty face with furrowed eyebrows and tight lips, he recognized that you were feeling some discomfort so he gave several kisses to your cheek while he pushed the rest inside. 

“Tell when I can move.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours while his free hand caressed the flesh of your thigh. 

You nodded shortly after he finished his sentence, so he tightened his grip on your thigh as he began to thrust slowly but deeply. 

It was a matter of minutes when the moans of both of you increased as well as the speed with which he rammed into you. Your body began to rock backwards continuously at every clash of his skin with yours, so you wrapped his arms around his back, digging your nails in lightly each time his cock hit your g-spot. 

Satoru leaned back without stopping his thrusts to better admire the way your pussy sucked him in and then ran his eyes all over your body. He murmured a fuck to the swaying of your breasts and immediately placed his hands on them, caressing and squeezing to his liking. 

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He bent over you again to join your lips with his in a kiss a little more messy than the previous ones. 

In his mind, Satoru thought this was unlike any affair or one-night-stand he had ever had before. He was giving you everything— himself, his body and his soul. He was practically putting his heart in the palms of your hands giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted with it.

This is how sex should feel, he thought. 

“I’m close.” You gasped after breaking the kiss as you felt on the verge of your climax once again. 

He returned his forearm to the side of your head and with his other hand began to make circles on your clit, hurrying the orgasm that had already begun to build in your belly. 

“I got you, angel.” His lips went to lightly suck the skin behind your ear, trying to be careful not to leave marks. 

“Satoru—” He had always liked the sound of his name coming from your mouth, but the fact that you were moaning it thanks to the pleasure he was giving you made it a thousand times better. “I’m—” 

You lifted your hips a little as you felt your orgasm come, it was much more intense than the previous one which made your walls tighten around Satoru's length, who couldn't help but moan out loud at the sensation as if you wanted to push him out. 

“Fuck— you feel so good.” 

He dropped down on your body and settled his head on your neck as his thrusts became more sloppy. Your hands returned to his back, you wrapped your legs around his hips to feel him deeper inside you and closed your eyes enjoying the sounds of his panting that gave you chills. He sounded so beautiful that you almost had a hard time assuming it was because of you. 

“I love you. I love you so much.” Were the words that left his mouth the moment he came inside you after you murmured he could. He collapsed onto your body a second later, feeling your breasts against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. 

It was intense, Satoru couldn't remember the last time he had cum like that, he blamed the whole hurricane of emotions that happened for the last hour. 

“Sorry, I'm crushing you.” He mumbled after a minute as he leaned on his forearms to look at your face again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and caressed his soft skin with your thumbs before kissing him. “Never thought you loved me back.”

He smiled and gave a short kiss on the palm of your hand that was still on his cheek, “We're kinda dumb, aren't we?” 

“I think we are.”

Satoru moved to lie back on the pillows, taking you in his arms to hug you against his chest. You left a peck on his shoulder before pressing your cheek against it and smiled when you felt his hands caress your back. 

“This is nice.” You said after a comfortable silence. 

“Right? I can get used to this.” 

“Me too.” You closed your eyes enjoying the remaining fragrance of his cologne before abruptly opening them remembering something a little too important. “Shit! Satoru, we need to go back.” 

“Why?” His caresses on your back disappeared when he realized it too, “Fuck. How long have we been here?”

You were so focused on your little bubble of love that you forgot that your family was still waiting for you downstairs. 

“About an hour?” You replied, looking at the time on your phone to also realize that there was a message from your mother fifteen minutes ago asking if everything was okay. “Just put your clothes on.” 

He turned on the light while you searched the room for your clothes. You threw him his boxers, he threw you your dress, and in less than five minutes you were fully dressed and in front of the mirror trying to look as presentable as possible. 

“I look fine, let’s go.” You said turning around to walk towards the door, but your best friend's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. “What is it?”

Gojo took your hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles, “Happy Birthday.”

You smiled at his words, “Thank you.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time.

“Should I ask your dad for his blessing?” He asked teasingly when you pulled away from his lips, you rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing his arm to drag him to the door.

“Let's go downstairs, c’mon.” 

Who would have thought that your pity party would take such a twist?

[riboism]

little black dress

pairing: (sub?) jongho x f!reader

content: blowjob, penetration, creampie, nipple play, overstimulation

warnings: smut (minors dni)

The ride home back was…interesting. You couldn’t stop staring as Jongho drove you two home. He was gripping the wheel, eyes bulging out of his skull, gulping nervously. You’d never seen him like this before. Usually, Jongho was the calm, cool, and collected one. It was the one thing that kind of ticked you off about him- not being able to read him. You could never tell what he was thinking or feeling and he wasn’t the most communicative. Dating him took a lot of guesswork. But seeing him fail to hide his emotions with you right now was quite a sight.

Jongho had told you earlier in the week that his best friend is having a birthday party and that he wanted to bring you along. You agreed and started shopping around for something nice to wear for the event. Your style was pretty modest. You hadn’t noticed that until your friend pointed out that she’s never seen your legs and teased you that maybe Jongho was into you because you both dressed the same. It was true that you shared your boyfriend’s taste in fashion. Your closets had more jackets in it than any normal couples did. You didn’t realize that you dressed so conservatively. Maybe it was because you never felt as comfortable as your friends with showing skin in your teen years and that followed you into adulthood. But now, you decided you would change that.

The dress you brought home was different from what you were used to. It was backless with a plunging neckline that showed off your soft breasts in the most flattering way. It was a lot shorter too, just a few inches above the knee. You looked into the mirror not recognizing the person staring back at you. You kind of liked it.

As for your boyfriend, you weren’t sure. He was watching you from the doorway. It seemed like he came in to say something but forgot what to say. When you noticed him standing there, he looked away, blushing like he was caught looking at something he wasn’t supposed to see.

“Is it bad? Should I change?” You asked, still unsure about the dress. After a long pause, he blinked a couple of times and finally looked you in the eyes.

“No it’s just…I’ve never seen you in a dress before. Um, anyway I’ll be in the car.” He awkwardly stumbled away leaving you feeling conflicted. You weren’t sure why he was behaving this way. He didn’t say if he liked it or not. You worried that he might think that it was too much. Maybe he preferred you hiding your body in boring pant suits and layers and layers of jackets. Maybe he liked that ‘good girl’ persona your friends would relentlessly tease you about. But it was too late to change anyway, so you grabbed your purse and went out the door.

At the party, his behavior was even more strange. Anytime you came near him, his cheeks flushed and he’d stumble on his words while talking with his friends. And when you held his hand under the dinner table, he yelped and immediately excused himself. When he came back, you watched him sit back down next to you and chug a glass of water. And then you noticed the big bulge in his pants. Oh, you thought. It was all making sense now.

So you told him that you two should go home early because you weren’t feeling very well. He immediately obliged and now you found yourself looking lovingly at your boyfriend as he becomes a nervous wreck over you. It made you smile. You slowly placed your hand over his thigh and gave it a little squeeze. He gulped loudly and sweat beads started forming at his temple. You gushed, clearly enjoying this a little too much.

“Are you okay baby?” You asked in a sultry voice. Jongho cleared his throat.

“Yes, I’m fine. We’re almost home.”

It was too cute, watching him try to keep it together as your hand grew dangerously close to his hard on. You decided to tease him a little more and leaned into his ear. “Am I making you nervous baby?” He didn’t answer you and before you could torture him any longer, he drove the car into the driveway and quickly got out. You smirked. This was going to be fun.

Walking into your shared bedroom, Jongho sat down on the edge of the bed and loosened his tie. He was quiet, more than usual, and avoided eye contact as you slowly walked up between his legs. You placed both of your hands on his shoulder but he still didn’t look up.

“You can look at me you know. I am your girlfriend.”

“I know. I’m just getting ready for bed is all.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You wanted him so bad. Usually, Jongho was the one to initiate things. He asked you out first, he kissed you first, and anytime he was in the mood he would start kissing up your neck to let you know he wanted you. But for once in your relationship, you were in control.

You kneeled down in front of him and laid your head on his lap. “Aw baby, you’re so hard” you cooed. He turned red at the sight of your face so close to his cock. You swore you could hear his heart beating out of his chest. You brought your hand up and palmed his hard clothed cock. Jongho bucked his hips at the sudden touch. “Let me help you with that, hmm?”

He looked down at you, paralyzed by your touch. With no protest, you unzipped his pants and took his cock into your hands. “Aw come on, I barely even touched you” you teased as you swiped away the bead of precum leaking from his tip. He gave you his full attention as you kissed his tip and gave it little kitty licks. Seeing him submit so easily caused wetness to pool inside of your panties.

 You could tell he was embarrassed. Polite, mature, respectful Jongho who suddenly forgot how to function after seeing his girlfriend show cleavage for the first time. He looked at you with lust in his eyes as you took him in as far as you could. Jongho sucked in his teeth as you started to bob your head up and down his shaft. You looked back up into his hazy eyes as he made little whimpers while you played with his balls. His moans were made of gold and ultimately made you feel dizzy. He was all yours. You had him wrapped around your fingers and he would let you do whatever you wanted with him. You wished you could see him like this all the time. Now you were growing needy so you removed your mouth from him with a ‘plop’ sound and started to unzip your dress.

“No,” he said in a small voice. “Keep it on.”

So you did. You pulled your dress up around your hips and climbed onto his lap. He pulled your panties to the side and lined himself up with your wet entrance. You prepared yourself for the stretch.

Jongho held your waist as you slowly slid down his cock. He let out another sweet moan once you bottomed out. You stretched around him so well, feeling his tip already rub at your g-spot. Whenever he fucked you, Jongho would say how your cunt was made for his cock and praised how well you take him. But he was unable to speak now. He was too busy trying to memorize every detail of how perfect you look at this moment. You sat so pretty on his cock, red lipstick smudged, straps slowly slipping off of your shoulders. He started tracing your nipples as you bounced on him. Jongho pulled one strap of your dress down to let your breast fall out and swirled his tongue around your hardened nipple. A whine escaped your mouth as he latched on to your nipple and sucked hard.

“You’re so pretty like this” he said as he kissed your breast up to your collarbone and on to your neck. “I want you like this all the time.”

His kisses grew more wet and sloppy and his hands squeezed your waist. You could tell he was close.

“Are you gonna cum baby?” you cooed as you started to slow down to tease him. “Go ahead, cum for me.”

Jongho whined at your sudden drop in pace “Please” he begged into your neck “please, please, please.” You ran your fingers through his hair as you watched him become a mess under you. He was so fucked out, eyes droopy and mouth hung open. His begs grew more and more desperate, his pleads less and less comprehensible. You never saw him look so pathetic. It was beautiful.

Giddy with his fucked out state, you continued your previous pace which caused his moans to grow louder. Feeling so full with his cock, you felt yourself grow closer and closer until you both finally came. His warm cum filled you up and you milked out every last drop until he flinched from overstimulation.

You removed yourself from him and he pulled you into his arms, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. Looking at the state of your dress, he smirked at you.

“I think I need to buy you a new dress.”