#ok let's be silly for a minute. take my hand follow me

[jimmyspades]

[sunniepoo]

jj couldn’t help but love it when kitty got all possessive over him

you’ve always loved the smell of the big supermarket stores, something so mundane never failed to put you in a good mood, hence why the blonde has dragged you along to pick up a few home essentials. he couldn’t help but notice the way you clung to the side him, lips grazing against the muscle of his arm as you nuzzled yourself closer - there was a slight confusion in what he’d done right but whatever it was meant that he had a chance of getting some nice sloppy head tonight, so he really couldn’t say much

a good few minutes passed by of you just running around picking up anything and everything, insisting that it was a need and by this point jj had lost you - wandering around the frozen foods isle hoping to see a glimpse of your dark boots in the corner so the both of you could get back home and get your pretty mouth to work.

“hey you seem lost” the feminine voice comes from the side of him, he figured it must have been a worker trying to trick him into buying some stupid shit he definitely didn’t need, “oh-uh no i’m good - just looking for my girlfriend, you seen her aroun-”

“silly of her to leave a guy as cute as you roaming around” she interrupts taking a few steps closer, hand raising up to graze against his chest. he was quick to shut the interaction down, readied to leave the situation and find you as quick as possible “umm- uh- no thanks?” he mutters out before pacing over to the end of the isle, catching a glimpse of your overflowing cart - you’d have had to be close

but before he could feel his self leave the breeze of cold, invited by the multiple freezers in the section - he could feel the same hand grab at his wrist, causing him to pause in his tracks “my number, so y’can call me” the frilled voice lets out before turning away, walking to the other side ignoring his call for her to take the small piece of paper back.

and to his luck, before he could chuck the piece of paper into the nearest bin and pretend the unwarranted interaction never happened, he was met with your mean glare in front of him eyeing the piece of paper and the figure of the girl who was making her way out

jj was many things but he wasn’t an idiot debatable, he was quick to rush and explain and ramble about whatever had happened “i mean i said no- and she just like grabbed me and gave me it- ill throw it away right now baby”

“no”

it was the first word you’d said this whole time, he was confused were you upset?were you mad? and if you were mad,was it at him? at her? before he could bombard you with a million questions you ushered the paper towards you before shoving it into the endless void of your purse. you continued as normal grabbing the blonde close to your side and strutting off towards the till, leaving him in his constant state of confusion

the ride back was quiet , unusually quiet - the air,which would typically be filled the sound of jj chattering away with your occasional inputs, was completely and utterly silent “uh- g-got anything to say kitty cat” the blonde pogue breaks first, voice booming through the undisturbed silence , hands drumming at the steering wheel

“nope” the soft pop of ‘p’ was the last sound before it fell back into the discomforting silence, “right..right - are you annoy-” the messy haired blonde begins, but is stopped as soon as he feels your hand creeping up his thigh - loosely playing with the button of his shorts

“you were saying something?” it was less of a question and more of a tease, eyes looking up at him knowingly that this could go two ways “what-uh-no-no…just wanted to say you look so so hot babe” he starts to ramble, hand engulfing yours before leading it down his cargo shorts “must be annoying being that hot n’ i just wow ok” the last words come out more of a breathy moan, as you play around with the tip of him, yanking his shorts down to let himself spring free - a soft groan following the action

it was almost like it was a game, watching him get harder with every touch, every gentle stroke. “eyes on the road” you remind him, leaning down to press a tender kiss on the mushroom tip of his dick - tongue swirling around on the head “fuucck-” the blonde clearly eager, utters underneath his breath, a quiet whimper leaving his mouth “cant wait to get home n’show that pretty pussy how much i love her” he continues making your cunt involuntary clench at the propsal

“bet she couldn’t make you feel like this” you challenge referencing the random girl at the store previously ,hands stroking up and down his aching length before sinking your mouth down his dick, bobbing up and down “not even a chance baby” he moans, hips thrusting upwards at the red light

the dingy car was filled with the sounds of choked breaths and loud groans as the blonde continued to fuck your throat “such a good girl f’me huh?” voice coming out raspy and breathless, pulling you off him, waiting for answer “aren’t you kitty cat?”

“mhmmmmm” he swore he could’ve cum right there, you looked so cock drunk for him, he let go of your hair - shifting his attention back to the road was harder than it seemed, with the way you went back to working your mouth on him - it was impossible not to cum but he resisted because he knew that the only place he was cumming tonight was deep in between your gummy walls, filling you with all his babies

it was feral. how quick he was to park the car and lead you into the empty home, lips colliding with each other sloppily throughout the whole way. the large clatter of your purse and his keys and whatever nonsense that you both held was blanketed by the wet sounds of your mouths, tongues swirling around each other. it was messy, so so messy but a care couldn’t be found in the world as the blonde pushed you against the shitty old couch, mouth peppering rough kisses along your jaw

“bet this pussy is so wet f’me” his hand made its way to roughly pull of the mini skirt you’d been wearing, throwing it to some random corner of the room, eyes focused on the damp spot on your panties. it wasn’t long before he was planting a deep long kiss to your now bare pussy, panties torn off the moment he saw them “she’s lookin’ so pretty” he pants, fingers reaching up to pinch at the little nub causing a slight hiss from you “jayy- ngh- fuck me please” the ache in you was so so prominent now, all you wanted him to do was pound your guts while he told you that he was all yours

“so so needy today…huh?” jj knew you too well, he knew exactly what that look in your eyes meant “don’t worry baby….g’nna fuck you so good- show you that this dick is allll yours”

the harsh whine you make as he sinks himself in is a sound jj wishes he could tattoo in his mind, it was so perfect, so needy -just like you. your hand scrambled to the tops of his head , fingers gripping the ruffled hair and bringing him down closer to you, kissing all over his face muttering the word ‘mine’ between each peck

“yeah- fuck- all yours m’promise” he pants, tongue darting out to wet his lips before nuzzling his head in the crevice of your neck, sucking harshly against the soft skin. he lifts his head up placing his forehead against yours, one hand gripping onto the armrest of the scruffy couch, while the other reaches inbetween your sweaty bodies pressed together to rub at your sensitive little clit making you let out an almost pornographic moan.

“jayyy m’so close…please” you had no idea what you were mewling at him for, but you needed to be in his bones, in his blood at this moment because the sight of his eyebrows furrowed and eyes focused on pounding into your cunt restlessly had you wanting him to live in your skin

“yeah c’mon baby….cum for me know y’can” his hips don’t falter, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while his fingers rubbed at your poor clit and with one soft pinch you were coming undone all over him “ngh-m’cummin-fuck fuck fuck” it wasn’t long before the taller boy was joining you in your high, the feel of your velvety walls squeezing him was enough to make him coat your insides with his cum with a loud groan

you two lay there for a while, he was still inside you, both of your orgasms forming a white wring around the base of him “ i think i got her real good” the blonde mumbles into your neck, hand carelessly grazing against your clit, stopping after the squeal you let out “just checking up on her…kay?” body slowly lifting off yours as he pulls himself out, yanking up his cargo shorts, leaving you feeling empty. his head moving down to inspect your cunt. it was selfish but he couldn’t help but press a few chaste kisses against your quivering hole “jay….no more please” you plead, eyes all teary from the stimulation

“just givin’ her a little love baby, don’t worry” he argues, mouth hovering over your mound before kissing all over. god he looked so perfect, one hand moving to grab his phone, while the other tangled itself in his hair - taking a few pictures of him, face buried deep in your pussy. yours, he was yours

so it was no surprise to jj when he received a text later in the night from a random number calling him an asshole, opening it to find that someone had sent the photos from earlier in the afternoon

[skzthelomlhehe]

Telling Lee Know you want a baby~

Welcome to my brainrot part two Lolol the picture of lee know holding that child is making me fucking flip cuz BRO LOOK AT THAT BAYBEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWO BAYBEEES IN A FRAASAMMMMMEEEEE AND THE WAY HE LOOKS AT THE CHILD AAAAAAAAA (Do ignore my over excitement I'm in need of serotonin)

Anyways yeah that's that lol enjoy the little shitpost lmao

Warning: none that much, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, creampies, biting, oral (F recieving)

{apologies if I missed anything}

Genre: smut, fluff, established relationships // MDNI

Masterlist Total masterlist Tag Reqs:@arestoucries

Minho had finally come home from his practice. He was gone by 6 in the morning and by the time he came home it was already 7.

You were bored the entire time since it was your day off so you decided to indulge yourself in some silly magazines you bought on a whim.

Minho walked in to your room to see you lying on your belly, giggling and kicking your feet like a little girl. Squealing even.

You hadn't noticed him until you heard him set his bag down on the desk. You turned to look at him, your face stretched into an ear to ear grin.

Minho knew better than anyone that the look you had meant no well. He sighed, "what now?" You giggled again, scurrying to him with your magazine.

"baby look! A baby!" You squealed, holding the open magazine on his face showing pictures of babies. "Y-yeah I see that please put that down." He pulled down the magazing away from his face. "What about it?"

"gimme one!!" You demanded, that silly grin never leaving your face, a squeak following your demand. (This is very self indulgent cuz that's me rn) "A what??" He yelled. "Ah shh!! Calm down!" You shushed him.

"Ok ok- kitten- calm down-" (I can just imagine him going "aigoo koyangi calm down" or whatever Lolol) he gripped on to your shoulders, looking at you with serious eyes, "do you even know what you're saying??" You nodded excitedly in response, "I do!"

You flung the magazine to god knows where and wrapped your arms around his neck, "Come on babbyyyy~ we've been married for over a year now and I want you to shoot the good stuff inside me toooo~" you pouted. (Very self indulgent 💀)

He sighed again, gently placing his hands on your waist, "are you sure about this?" His voice in a concerned whisper. "Mhm! Don't act like you won't take this chance to absolutely ravage me in like two minutes, darling." You smiled.

Minho burst out laughing knowing damn well you were right and there's no way he could argue with that.

Feeling defeated, he sighed before chuckling and pulling you up in his arms. You squealed, wrapping your arms and legs around him and giggling. He held on to your butt, giving you a soft kiss as he walked you to the bed. (I have a thing for carrying to the bed idfk why)

He let both of you fall on the bed, his wet kisses trailing down your neck making you gasp. Oh how you loved the way his teeth grazed on your sensitive skin.

He unbuttoned your shirt, his lips gliding down your chest before attaching itself to your nipple. You whimpered, goosebumps running through your body.

He bit and sucked while fondling with the other. Your hands found his head, your fingers threading in his hair. You giggle feeling a bit ticklish, "seems like you're very ready for a little one~ you yourself are like a baby, Minho~" you mumbled.

He chuckled, his lips still on your breast making you feel ticklish all over again.

He went down again, kisses followed until he reached your belly. He dug his face on the plush flesh and blowed making you laugh. He really loved doing it for some reason. "What're you doooiiinnngg~" you whined. (Man am I tweaking in public rn I just imagined it gah darn)

His hands glided down to your hips, pulling your pajama pants down. You whimpered as you felt a gush of cold air on your bared lower half. It didn't take long for that cold to soon burn in pleasure.

Minho got down between your legs, staring at your dripping wet pussy like it was a work of art. Shyness overcame you, hiding your face in your hands.

You moaned as you felt his tongue sloppily licked your labia. Suckling at your swollen clit. He let himself savour every bit of your throbbing cunt.

Held on to his head, pushing him deeper knowing he enjoyed when you did so. He groaned as he ate you up. His tongue penetrating your hole. You shuddered under his touch. His beastly mouth that ravished you like you were his last meal.

His fingers made their way inside you while his mouth was busy sucking your slutty clit. You whined and moaned. Your eyes shut, back arched and your head thrown back.

He hooked his free hand under your thigh, grabbing you steady from squirming away. Your cunt throbbed more than ever, "a-aahh Minho... Im... Im cumming...!" You whined.

He shoved his tongue in deeper, as deep as he could. His fingers followed. Both his digits and his tongue messing you up.

With one loud moan you let loose on his face. Flinching and trembling from the stimulation. It's been a while since you guys fucked and your fingers barely held up.

He got up, his chin dripping in your fluids. He smirked, wiping his face with his thumb and licking it up in the sexiest way a man ever could. You bit your lip, a shiver ran down your spine. How you loved this man so much.

He took his shirt off with one swift motion and before you knew it, his pants dropped to the floor. He kissed you, both of your bodies stuck to each other. He positioned himself on your entrace, rubbing his tip on your labia.

"I'm gonna ask you again... Are you sure about this?" He mumbled. You smiled, loving how considerate he was. He might not show it, but you once saw him looking at baby pictures and smiling to himself, his eyes glistening like never before. Another time you overheard his call with his friends and how he wanted a little baby girl.

You placed your hand gently on his face, cupping his soft cheeks, "of course I'm sure, love... It's gonna be our little one after all..." You giggled. Having gotten your approval, with one rough push he shoved himself in making you yelp. Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging on his skin as he thrusted inside you like there's no tomorrow.

He groaned from how tight you were. He kissed you again, his arms holding you in a tight warm embrace. You moaned and whimpered underneath him, feeling every touch, every thrust, every breath and every groan a bit too much.

He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, how happy he was to have you, how much he loved you. This was the third time you've seen him this expressive. The first one was when you confessed to him, second one when you said yes to his proposal and now this.

And honestly... You couldn't be happier. The thought of carrying this man's child in your womb made your heart swell in pure joy.

Every thrust was rough yet loving in its own manner. (My ears are legit burning as I write this.) You told him you loved him back if not more. How lucky you were to be his wife.

He chuckled, "you're so beautiful... So sweet... So lovable... Im the lucky one..." He mumbled. He wasn't the type to be overly expressive with his words of affection. But when he was... He was out for your heart with how sweet he was. And hearing loving things from someone who feels awkward saying his feelings out loud just made things many many times better.

A few more thrusts in, he was already close. Usually he can go even longer but today... Today he was way more giddy... More lovey... And it was contagious. You felt your second coming closer too. Also because you already came once and were even more sensitive.

Few more sloppy wet thrusts in, he let loose. Shoving his cock in deeper inside your pussy to make sure every drop of his cum reached you to impregnate you. And you couldn't be happier.

You moaned out loud, letting yourself go as well. Both of you panting from the after effects.

The room filled with sounds of shaky breaths, pounding hearts and loving words in soft whispers.

He flopped down on the bed right beside you, still holding you close. His cock still inside you, "can't having all that milk go to waste now, can I kitten?" He said. You giggled, getting on top of him, "round two?" You asked. He sighed, "do I even have a choice here?"

You shook your head like a child, "nuh uh!"

Fin~

Sorry this if this wasn't as good as expected 😭 I was in a huge rush while writing this so I couldn't make it as good but hope you guys still liked it! Anyways I'm gonna go work now bye lmao~

[elliespassagerprincess]

okokokok but what abt ellie taking care of long-kinda curly hair! reader? like, reader also wants her to help, specially when washing it, cumbing and use dryer

this' me btw if u even care

Wash day - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi poookieeee!! As someone with very curly hair this was needed, i hope you enjoy <33 also hello kitty??? my favorite type of kitty tbh

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

warnings: none

Summary: in which she helps you with your hair

authors note: ugh i found out that ill only know if i got into uni in November, i'm going insane

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Ellie watched as you walked all over your shared apartment.

You walked from room to room grabbing different bottles of things she wasn't sure of. She heard you mumbling as you continued to grab towels and more bottles.

Ellie got up and she gently grabbed your wrist "baby slow down"

you looked at her with a small smile

"i cant slow down now, i need to start so i have enough time to finish"

Ellie raised an eyebrow "to finish what?"

"Its wash hair day"

She looked at the bottles to see hair products and other items. You removed yourself from Ellie's gentle grip before taking all the products into your arms.

"i would love to stand and watch you stare at all my stuff but i really want to start with my hair"

In all the months that the two of you have been together Ellie has never seen you do your hair. You would go into the bathroom and you'd come out with your natural curls after a few hours.

Ellie loved when you wore your hair naturally, but she also knew how much work it takes to maintain your hair.

"I want to help you"

You looked at her, jaw slightly ajar.

None of your partners has ever offered to help, they actually always had a problem with how long it took you to finish. But Ellie always told you to take your time, she bought whatever you needed, she was different.

It was the bare minimum but because no one has ever done this, you were taken back by this gesture.

god you really loved this girl

"Yeah" you quickly cleared your throat.

Ellie followed you to the bathroom and you quickly gave her a rundown of everything that needed to happen.

Wash, products, style, dry

It sounded simple to Ellie but when she saw everything you had set up, she knew that would be a long process.

Ellie sat on the edge of the tub as you went onto your knees, a smirk appeared on her face.

"oh so we're doing something else?"

you rolled your eyes "ew no. You're washing my hair"

Ellie chuckled as you rolled your eyes.

You shuffled closer to the tub and you leaned forward, so that just your hair was in the tub.

Ellie grabbed the shower head and she brought it to your head. As the water droplets fell onto your hair, it immediately curled even more than it already was.

After a few minutes you instructed Ellie to put a hair mask on. She gently squeezed the thick mixture onto her hand and she applied it to your scalp.

You almost moaned at how good she was massaging you. She had very skilled fingers so she knew what she was going.

"Just like that els" you sighed she chuckled.

"You normally say that to me when-"

"no"

Ellie let out a laugh before rinsing your hair.

She followed all the instructions you gave her when it came to applying shampoo, conditioner, she even checked the temperature of the water, like you told her.

After everything you got up and you gently wrapped your hair in a towel.

You kissed her forehead "thank you els"

You started to make your way to the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" she asked

"To finish my hair"

"i wanna come"

"then come"

She happily followed you to the room and she watched you from the edge of the bed.

"When can i help?"

"Let me do this part myself ok? You can help me dry it"

Ellie nodded watching you intently.

She watched you apply more product to your hair. You applied curl cream, some weird clear gel Ellie has never heard of, you even applied different oils.

Holy shit is it really this complicated to have curly hair?

"Come on Ellie" you suddenly called.

You scrunched your hair a little and you gave her a hairdryer.

You showed her exactly how to do it. She grabbed the dryer and she started from top to the bottom, just like you showed her.

You smiled as you looked at her in the mirror, she has a focused look on her face, her tongue slightly sticking out.

After 20 minutes she was done and she took a step back admiring her work.

You got up and turned to her and she gave you a smile.

"you look pretty"

"thank you baby"

You walked towards her and you gave her a kiss on the cheek. Ellie pulled out her phone and she grabbed your hand

"lets take pictures"

"why?"

"i want to remember the day i did your hair"

"Aren't you tired if my hair yet?"

"i love your hair"

<3

[mynamessophiaa]

silly fight - theodore nott ⋆｡˚ ੈ✩‧₊˚

warnings - mention of nsfw at the end, arguing, mention of Y/N, that’s abt it.

a few days ago me and theo got into an argument,i thought it was silly but theo obviously thought different if he’s ignored me for this long. i’ve tried to speak to him, make things better, i even bought him 2 packs of cigarettes hoping he would accept but all he did was take it and walk away. not even a look or mumble. i decided to give him space because i thought that was what he need. that was until i see him and pansy talking. that wasn’t the problem though. the problem was the fact she was gripping his arm. a bit too tight.

“i sense jealousy” i heard a familiar voice behind me, i turn around and see mattheo.

“jog on matt, seriously i’m not in the mood” i replied

“oh cmon,” he tried “let’s go do something if your boyfriend is too busy. “ he hinted towards pansy, “nothing romantic, just come to the lake as friends.”

“i’m not in the mood to do anything mattheo..”

“of course! that’s fine, do you need a hug?”

i look at him with tears in my eyes and nod. he envelopes me in a hug and rocks me. you may think i’m being dramatic but theo ignored me for 3 days and the first person i see him speak to in those 3 days is pansy, the girl that has picked on me since first year. the girl who i have warned theo about multiple times. yet he still speaks to her and let alone let her touch him!!

i was broke out my trance when mattheo got pulled off me and i look up to see theo stood there angrily.

“what do you think your doing?” he says to me in a warning voice.

“oh go away nott.” i walk up to my dorm with him following me but not before i make sure mattheos okay.

“don’t ignore me Y/N” he shouts but i’m too busy ruinning from him to fully understand.

i run into my dorm and slam the door behind me. i jump into bed and start sobbing. how dare he try to shout at me for getting a hug from my friend when he’s the reason i wanted a hug in the first place. i hear my dorm door open and a grunt followed.

“who do you think you are hugging MY best friend?” he shouts. i flinch.

“what! your the one who was letting pansy touch your arm with no problem!” i shout and see his face soften before the cold stare returned. “the girl who bullied me. still bullies me. the girl who i’ve warned you about. the girl i’m insecure of. just because of some silly fight.”

his face softens.

“i was just angry. i was trying to make you jealous i never meant to take it this far..” he said before sitting at the end of my bed and putting his hand on my leg, “ i promise she means nothing to me. nothing.”

i look at him with tears in my eyes and he reaches out to wipe them.

“baby, i’m so sorry” he hugged me and stroked my hair to try and calm me down

“it hurt to see you and mattheo tried to cheer me up, i didn’t want him i promise theo” i say through sobs

“i know amore, i know” he rocks me

after 20 minutes of me calming down he grabs my face and looks at me.

“if i ever make you feel upset again. please speak to me. no matter how mad or upset i am, give me a good telling off. ok?”

“okay” i giggle

he smiles at my giggle before hugging me

“i can always make you feel better” he says

“and how is that?”

he smirks at me before pulling my trousers and going down… i think you knows what happens next.

HOWD MY FIRST STORY DO?!!!

i thought of this on the spot and it might be short and my grammar isn’t the best but we move!

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

Past Ink: Guys, it's fine. This isn't a serious episode, it would be too soon for another arc. It's just gonna be another silly Saturday.

Current Ink: ....

(the following is my live reaction:)

[*unholy screaming*] FOUR NOOOOOOOOOOOO

WOW WHAT A GREAT START TO THIS EPISODE, SCRATCH EVERYTHING THAT I SAID ABOUT THIS BEING A "NORMAL" EPISODE

NOPE I NEED TO PAUSE, I NEED TO TAKE A WALK BC I'M NOT GONNA GET OVER IT, DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS COULD LEAD

they're not gonna do it in this episode BUT the fact that goop!4 is being acknowledged in every way possible, we might just have a sequel in our hands

NO NO NO CUT THE INTRO, I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE EPISODE YET AND YOU WANT ME TO MAKE A THEORY ON IT ALREADY? HOLD YOUR FUCKIN HORSES, I'LL GET THERE GEEZ

anyway, we have to press play...

I'm pretty sure someone already has done a pirate au (no I'm not over what I just watched) and anyway, artists: here's pirate SMG4

Four, you should've read the file name before downloading it [*shakes head*]

Wait, is this going to be a parody of computer buddies? That's actually pretty fun..... OH NO NO NO

Ah, so we are doing computer buddies

Actually, yeah, can we have Mario as president please

love how it says "no one even compares to mario. especially smg4 who sucks booty cheeks [or ass] and mario doesn't"

Observe as the SMG4 fandom gets terrified of the word "perfect" [*screams*]

MARIO MARIO NO NO NO HE DIDN'T SAVE

I felt that in my core omg

as a graphic designer, this hurts

apparently, there's a whole new dimension in our computers, Only in the SMG4 Universe [*cheesy thumbs up*]

We really are getting all the computer buddies, huh? I wonder if KinitoPET will appear

[*silver the hedgehog voice*] It's no use!

BRITISH SMG3

wow what a funny bit... WAIT HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE, LOOK AT THE MEDIA BOX

the eyes....

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and the left eye too... oh god, the EYE OF RA— [*gets shot*]

honestly, Four, you improved your aim ever since Western Spaghetti (ik you also did for PV but that's not the point)

I knew they were gonna bring in buff Luigi again

I'M SCREAMING

THERE IS NO WAY THE TEAM JUST DROPPED THAT ON US, THIS CAN'T BE REAL

ok first off, the fact that Four has a folder labeled "Super SECRET Spicy Memes" is giving "totally homework" folder energy (and I don't want to even think more about that)

hey, Four did say that Three brings some spice into his life (yeah, "rosemary to my bread" and all that jazz)

SECOND, the fact he has an image of SMG3 with him saying "whats the matter smg4 kun?"

THEN the "I know what you are" audio clip...

Four, buddy, you're down bad aren't you?

like "woah smg4's bisexual, I didn't know that", the closet is out of GLASS so we been knew but I DID NOT expect this

having Three be a tsundere is one thing, but FOUR....

🫵🏳️‍🌈⁉️

"they're dating behind the scenes" at this point, yeah

we have to keep going... [*secretly puts this clip on the fridge*]

I hate this so much /silly

[*chaos ensues*] [*sips my coffee*] just another tuesday saturday

GOTTA GO FAST GOTTA GO FAST— [*gets tazed*] i can never catch a break c'mon man

oh hey Swag!

four dollars is four dollars, you got yourself a deal

ok, I'm gonna need everyone to see Four's cute little hops here:

look at him go, my silly little goober :) oh, now you have? then let's keep going

holy shit, this fight scene is so well animated!!! LET'S GOOOO

never thought I'd see the day of seeing biblically accurate bonzi in an SMG4 episode and yet here we are.

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE SEEN IN MY LIFE, I'M ASCENDING

"...but they hugged before" NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND

A normal hug, where two people cross each other and are unable to see the other's face since it's over their shoulder, is just as it is: a normal hug. It can be seen as platonic and/or romantic.

THIS is a lot more intimate. 3 and 4's heads touch while they hold each other by the hand. This type of hug is reserved more for romantic partners when the situation leads them to a devasting end, where they face each other to look at and remember what their partner looked like, one last time before they die.

In this case, it makes sense as the computer is collapsing within itself.

"It's not actually them tho." Yes, they're digital copies of 3 and 4 but that's the thing: they're COPIES, acting on what 3 and 4 would actually do

SMG34 shippers, we are eating GOOD today yum yum

but then, that begs the question: would there be a moment where 3 and 4 would reveal their feelings for each other at the worst possible time?

(you guys are not going to be ready for my next episode concepts) What, who said that?

uh anyway them 💙💜 gotta put it on the fridge

I feel for you, Four, but I have a horrible feeling about this

...

Foreshadowing is a literary device—

no seriously, I feel like this could be part of a future arc where a past villain would ruin everything Four has and would offer up a deal when Four would be the most desperate. There's always a catch. Hmm, why does that seem familiar...?

Your life's work or your friends, it's your call, SMG4

:)

HELL YEAH FOUR, THROW IT AWAY (omg just like how he chose Three over the USB, I'm crying dude)

also congrats to Ourstor08954957 for the lovely art in the end credits 🎉 such cute doodles ❤️

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

Oh boy, what an episode. I feel like I'm in another plane of existence right now. Everything was absolutely incredible, great job Team!!

Everyone, say THANK YOU to whoever put the SMG34 crumbs in there, we shall treasure it for the rest of our lives. I'm gonna put those moments on my fridge. OH I would love to see the artists draw the SMG34 hug or pirate Four!

Love the fighting scene right by the end and the little details they have added in there. I guess it's "Torture Ink with the Idea that Goop!4 May Happen" day but hey, I'm so normal about it (no I'm not). I've been a bit stressed since finals are coming up so I'm thankful for anything this episode for me.

(If anyone is curious, the WOTFI website is still up and yes, I am logging its status just in case.)

I'm sure everyone is going crazy over this...

"They gay fr :3" [BenJoJoGV, Twitter]

🧍

BEN YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THESE THINGS—

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!reader

Part 4: Under the surface

A/N: Hello guys! I hope you guys are enjoying these chapters! Don't forget to like and follow for more. Okay Byeee 🩵

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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As I looked at Adam, I quickly passed by him, not wanting to deal with him. He followed me outside, where Logan and Wade were standing. He held onto one of my shoulders to turn me around, and I punched him in the nose. " How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone?!" I yelled at him, feeling fury in my fists. "Please Violet! You never let me explain what truly happened." he yelled, trying to get me to listen. Wade and Logan came to my defense. 

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from her?" Logan said it with a serious tone. 

"Look at who we have here." Said Wade as he uncrossed his hands. 

"If it isn't the dumb fuck who cheated on my best friend," said Wade, grabbing one of his guns and pointing it at his head.

" I don't want any trouble," said Adam, trying to control his breathing. 

"leave now. I never want to see you again." I said, trying not to cry.

"But Vi-" 

"Go!" I yelled, tears brewing in my eyes. 

He walked away, going back to the strip club.

I covered my face with my hands as I silently sobbed. Wade held me in his arms as I cried.

At that moment, Violet couldn't see Logan's face. But it was filled with rage and anger as he wondered to himself why someone would cheat on a nice girl. 

A few moments passed, and I was crying until we heard a car honk. We all looked up to see what that noise was, and it was Dopinder in his taxi, smiling and waving at us. I wiped my eyes as Wade let me go. 

"Are you ok now, Violet?" Wade asks as we walk to the taxi. 

"Yes, I'm ok now. Thanks Wade." I lied as I gave him a tired smile. 

We got in the taxi and drove home. As I looked at the stars, all I could see was Adams face. The crying made me tired, which made me sleep the entire way home. 

I woke up on my bed. My body feeling relaxed from the needed nap. Wait, how did I even get in bed? As I collected my thoughts, I just remembered sleeping in the taxi, and that's about it. As I looked up at the ceiling, memories started flowing in again—all of Adam. Why, of all places, did I see him there? Why is he still in my life after what he did to me? What did he mean by I never let him explain what truly happened? And why, after all this time, do I still love him? These thoughts in my head made my heartache unbearable. I started to cry, trying to muffle my mouth with my upper sleeve, attempting not to make any noise. After a few minutes of crying, I checked my phone, and I had a message from Vanessa. 

Vanessa: Hey, babe. Wade told me what happened. Want to talk about it? 

I looked at the time, and it was 8 p.m. I didn't feel like going out, so I decided tomorrow would be better. 

Violet: Want to grab coffee tmr at our spot in the morning? 

As I waited for her response, I walked to the bathroom to wash my face. I turned on the light and closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were puffy from crying. I giggled at myself for how silly I looked. I turned on the faucet to get cold water and washed my face, trying not to get the water all over the sink. After, I quickly washed my teeth because I had a weird taste in my mouth. I then combed my hair and decided to take a shower, so I walked out to get some of my clothes. As I walked to my room, I accidentally bumped into Logan. 

"Sorry, Logan, I didn't see you there." I said, in my post nap voice. 

"No worries." he said as he walked to the kitchen. 

I quickly headed into my room, grabbed my clothes, and headed to the bathroom. 

I took a long shower, trying to collect my thoughts. About Adam, about Logan, about everything. As the water hit my head, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter at the thought that Adam was still wanting me after all this time. But at the same time, something was growing inside of me when I thought of Logan. When he was so protective of me, even though he didn't think I noticed, I couldn't wonder if he cared for me. Adam, on the other hand, we have history. I fell in love with him the first day I worked at the flower shop. He was getting flowers for his mother's grave, and I accompanied him after my shift was over. It was random, but it was lovely. My family's gravestones are across the country, so it was nice going to see one, even though she wasn't anything to me. After that day, he started coming every day to see me. It made me question if he had a job because of how much free time he had. He assured me that I was worth his lunch break. I felt loved and apprenticed. He eventually asked me out, and I said yes. Then he proposed, and I said yes. Until one day, I walked into my apartment after a long day of work. I caught him laying on my couch, and my whore of a roommate was on top of him naked. They didn't know I had walked in, so I closed the door, walked to Vanessa's apartment, and slept there for a week. After I stopped crying, I went to my apartment, burned all her things, and changed the locks. I never saw her again, but I think she got the message. Adam came by the next day and acted like nothing happened. I acted like everything was okay for the sake of our relationship, but I couldn't hold it in. I screamed and yelled at him about how he betrayed me and hurt me. And I kicked him out. Until a few days ago, when I saw him, and now today.

After I did my shower routine, I dried myself with my blue towel, and I put on my small shorts and tank top like I always do. I did my night routine early, and I walked out of the steaming bathroom. Logan was in the living room, his eyes directly on the TV, watching a black-and-white film as he had a beer in his hand. As I put my clothes in my laundry basket, I got a text from Vanessa, which read:

Vanessa: Of course, I'll see you then. Love you 🩷 

I liked her message and headed to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. 

I decided to eat some cereal because I didn't feel like cooking on the stove. I decided to eat in my room, and as I ate, I watched my favorite show, Pretty Little Liars.

I woke up at 3 a.m. to Logan's screams again. This was the second time this week. I decided to check on him, but this time cautiously. I got a glass of water from the kitchen and tiptoed to his room. The door was closed this time, so I opened it carefully, trying to make as little noise as possible. I could see him squirm in his sleep. beams of sweat collecting on his forehead and the sheets scattered on the floor. I carefully walked up to him and took out the glass of water on his nightstand. I could hear his voice tremble. I listened closer to what he was saying. 

"Violet....Vi please," is all I could manage to hear. Why was he saying my name? I thought to myself as I listened closer. "Please," he said, growling. I decided to try something. During my time with Strucker, I had intense training using my powers. I had training about everything—fighting, how to use a gun and knives, and of course, how to manipulate my powers. I got the chance to unlock new abilities such as telekinesis and emotion manipulation. I can float, but I can’t fly; I haven’t practiced that since I escaped Strucker. I can read thoughts, but not that well. It takes me a lot to practice, and lastly, I can heal myself and others. I decided to try something on Logan that I haven't tried on anyone yet. I got close to him and put my hand above his head. I closed my eyes and tried to calm his mind from what was tormenting him. I tried not to see in his mind because that's his business. but all I could manage to see was me on top of him. I removed my hand quickly and wondered to myself what the hell I was doing on top of him. I shook my thoughts and returned my hand to the top of his head again, and I continued to clear his mind. Purple magic glowed from my hand as my eyes started glowing too. I stood there for about a minute until he was in a deep slumber. I covered him in his sheets, and I quickly walked back to my room.

I got up from my bed feeling well-rested after a long, peaceful sleep. A rare sense of calm settled over me as I stretched, savoring the comfort of the morning. Glancing at my phone, I saw that it was already 8:30 a.m. Shit, I thought, suddenly remembering the plans I had with Nessa. I quickly checked the weather app, hoping for good news, and was relieved to see that it was going to be a sunny day. Perfect. I decided on a pink crop top paired with low-rise jeans that hugged my figure in all the right places. The outfit made me feel confident, accentuating my curves while still being casual and comfortable. Feeling inspired, I straightened my hair until it fell sleek and smooth around my shoulders, then applied some makeup. I wanted to look pretty today, and why not? Pretty day, pretty thoughts. I smiled at my reflection, feeling good about how the day was starting.

Grabbing my purse, I headed out of my bedroom, ready to start the day. Just as I was about to leave, Logan stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and steam still curled around his skin, which glistened in the morning light. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, just like yesterday, his muscular chest and arms on full display. I paused for a moment, caught off guard by his presence, but quickly composed myself. 

"Morning," I said with a casual smile, trying not to let my eyes linger on his toned physique.

Logan nodded in response, his gaze meeting mine briefly before he looked away, running a hand through his wet hair. "Morning," he replied, his voice still a bit rough from sleep.

I could feel a slight flutter in my chest, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself that today was about spending time with Nessa, not getting lost in whatever complicated feelings Logan stirred in me. With a final glance, I turned and headed for the door, determined to focus on the day ahead. 

I walked out the door and headed to Vanessa's apartment, which was just across from Al's. Before I could knock, I heard Logan's voice booming behind me.

"Vi, I mean, Violet."

I turned around to see him striding closer, still in nothing but that towel. My eyes couldn't help but linger on the way the fabric clung to his hips, the muscles in his chest and arms still glistening slightly from the shower. Does this man ever bring clothes with him when he takes a shower? I thought, trying to keep my expression neutral.

"Yes, Logan, what is it?" I asked, trying to compose myself and not let my thoughts wander too far.

He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "How are you feeling? You know, you seemed pretty hurt last night." His voice was softer now, the concern in his tone almost surprising as he looked at me with those intense eyes, waiting for my response.

I managed a small smile, appreciating the unexpected gesture. "I'm better. Thanks for asking," I replied, my voice steady.

He held my gaze for a moment longer, then gave a slight nod. "Good," he said, his voice low and gruff, the usual edge returning to it. Then, without another word, he turned around and headed back toward our apartment. 

As he walked, my eyes were immediately drawn to his bare back, where the powerful muscles were fully exposed, flexing with each step. The defined ridges of his shoulder blades moved fluidly under his skin, a testament to years of battle and survival. His broad, muscular back tapered down to a narrow waist, where a towel hung low on his hips, barely clinging to the chiseled lines of his body. The sight of him, all raw strength and rugged masculinity, made my breath catch. His skin was tanned and slightly damp, catching the light in a way that highlighted every contour, every hard edge of muscle.

Logan moved with a kind of animal grace, his every step radiating confidence and command. The towel wrapped around his waist did little to hide the curve of his powerful lower back and the muscles that stretched down to his legs. His broad shoulders and thick, muscular arms swung slightly as he walked, each movement accentuating the strength in his body. As he reached the door, I could see the taut lines of his side, the way his abs flexed and tightened, leading down to the sharp V of his hips. There was something primal about the way he carried himself, an aura of untamed power that was both intimidating and undeniably attractive. My eyes lingered on him longer than I intended, tracing the defined muscles that seemed to ripple with every breath he took. His back, broad and strong, was a landscape of hardened muscle and sinew, each ridge and valley a testament to the life he’d lived. The towel, hanging dangerously low, only added to the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me.

As he finally stepped into the apartment, the door closing behind him, I was left standing there, my heart racing and my body humming with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite name. Was it desire? Lust? Something deeper? I wasn’t sure, but the sight of Logan like this had ignited something in me, something I wasn’t ready to confront but couldn’t easily ignore either.

I cleared my throat and knocked on Nessa's door, trying to shake off the lingering thoughts of Logan. The door swung open, and to my surprise, there stood Wade, clad in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Does no one wear any clothes around here? I thought to myself, trying not to roll my eyes.

Wade grinned at me, clearly enjoying my reaction. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite person. Come to join the towel club, Vi? We're offering exclusive memberships today."

I shook my head, a smirk playing on my lips despite myself. "Does everyone around here have something against clothing, or is this just your way of welcoming guests?"

Wade laughed, leaning casually against the doorframe. "What can I say? It's a lifestyle choice. Less laundry, more freedom. You should try it sometime."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'll pass, thanks. Is Vanessa here, or are you the only one gracing us with your... wardrobe choices today?"

"She's in the shower," Wade replied with a wink. "But you're welcome to come in and wait. I'll even put some pants on if you're lucky."

I sighed, stepping inside despite the absurdity of the situation. "Pants would be great, Wade. Thanks."

I sat on his couch, politely declining his offer for something to drink. Wade, now thankfully dressed in a pair of sweatpants, flopped down beside me with his usual playful grin.

“So, Vi,” Wade began, leaning back with his arms stretched across the back of the couch, “how’s it been living with our favorite grumpy Canadian? I mean, Logan’s not exactly the chatty roommate type, right? Any claws-out moments recently?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “No claws-out moments, thankfully. It’s been… interesting. He’s quiet, keeps to himself mostly. But he’s not as bad as you’d think. We’ve had a few conversations that weren’t half-bad. He’s actually kind of considerate, in his own gruff way.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Considerate, huh? That’s a new one. I mean, I knew he had a heart under all that muscle and brooding, but still… surprising.”

I shrugged, smiling slightly. “Yeah, he’s got his moments. It’s not all grunts and growls.”

Wade smirked, leaning in closer. “So, any... other moments I should know about? You know, late-night, steamy encounters? Maybe you’re rubbing off on him in ways I haven’t considered?”

I rolled my eyes, giving him a light shove. “Wade, seriously? No, nothing like that. We’re just roommates. Besides, I’m not sure Logan’s the type to ‘rub off’ on anyone.”

Wade laughed, clearly amused by his own teasing. “Fair enough, fair enough. But if anything does happen, you know who to call. I’ll be your number one cheerleader.”

I shook my head, laughing along with him. “Thanks, Wade. I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Vanessa walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed and looking refreshed. She smiled at me and asked, “Ready to go?”

“Yep,” I replied, standing up and grabbing my purse. We waved a quick goodbye to Wade, who was already engrossed in whatever ridiculousness he was up to on his phone, and headed out the door.

As we walked to the coffee shop, Vanessa and I made small talk, catching up on the little things—work, what we’d been up to, and the usual gossip about people we both knew. It was nice, the kind of easy conversation that felt natural and comforting.

The morning air was cool, with just a hint of warmth from the sun beginning to break through the clouds. The streets were busy but not overwhelming, and there was something about the simplicity of the day that made me feel at ease.

When we arrived at the coffee shop, we slipped into our usual routine. We ordered our drinks—Vanessa’s usual latte and my iced coffee—and found our way to our usual spot by the window. It was a cozy corner where we could watch the world go by while we talked.

As we sat in our usual spot at the coffee shop, Vanessa’s eyes softened with concern. She took a slow sip of her latte before leaning in closer. “Vi, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but Wade told me what happened last night… with Adam. Are you okay?”

I took a deep breath, feeling a lump form in my throat as I recalled the encounter. “It was… intense,” I admitted, setting my iced coffee down. “I tried to just walk past him, you know? Like, I didn’t want to deal with any of it. But he followed me outside, and… God, I just lost it. I punched him, Nessa. I was so angry.”

Vanessa nodded, her expression understanding. “He deserved it after everything he put you through. What did he even want?”

I sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to keep the emotions at bay. “He wanted to explain, to tell me his side of the story. Like it would make any difference now. He begged me to listen, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to hear any of it. I told him to leave, and when he wouldn’t… Logan and Wade stepped in.”

Vanessa reached across the table, taking my hand in hers. “I’m glad they were there for you. It sounds like it was really overwhelming.”

“It was,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. “Wade even pulled out his gun, ready to… I don’t know what he was going to do, but Adam got the message. He left, but not before trying one last time to talk to me. I just… I couldn’t handle it. I told him to go, and when he finally did, I broke down. Wade held me while I cried.”

Vanessa’s eyes filled with sympathy as she squeezed my hand. “Vi, you’ve been through so much with him. It’s no wonder you reacted the way you did. But I’m proud of you for standing your ground, for not letting him manipulate you.”

I nodded, tears welling up as I tried to blink them away. “It was just so hard, Nessa. Seeing him again, hearing him try to justify what he did… it brought back all those feelings I thought I’d buried. But you’re right—I didn’t let him manipulate me. I stood up for myself.”

“And that’s huge,” Vanessa said, her voice full of support. “You’ve come a long way, Vi. Don’t forget that. And you’re not alone in this. You have Wade, me.....and Logan. We’ve got your back.”

I smiled through the tears, feeling a wave of gratitude. “Thanks, Nessa. It helps to know I’m not alone.”

“You never are,” she assured me, giving my hand one last squeeze before letting go. “And remember, you don’t owe Adam anything. Not an explanation, not forgiveness. Nothing.”

I nodded, feeling a bit more at peace. “You’re right. I just need to focus on moving forward.”

“That’s exactly it,” Vanessa said, her smile warm and reassuring. “And if you ever need to talk, or just get your mind off things, I’m here.”

I returned her smile, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. “Thanks, Nessa. I really appreciate that.”

With that, we shifted the conversation to lighter topics, letting the warmth of our friendship push away the lingering shadows of the past.

As we walked back to our building, Vanessa linked her arm through mine, her expression thoughtful. “You know,” she began, a hint of excitement in her voice, “I was thinking… maybe we could have a game night tonight. Just the four of us—Wade, Logan, you, and me. It could be a good distraction, something fun to take your mind off things.”

I glanced at her, surprised but warmed by the suggestion. “A game night?”

“Yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically. “We’ll order some food, maybe get a few drinks, and just relax. No drama, no stress. Just good company and a few laughs.”

I smiled, the idea of a low-key evening with friends sounding exactly like what I needed. “That actually sounds really nice, Nessa. I could use a night like that.”

“Great!” Vanessa beamed, squeezing my arm. “I'll knock on your door around 7 once everything is set up. I’m sure Wade will be up for it, and I can convince Logan to join in too.”

I chuckled, imagining Logan’s gruff reaction to being roped into a game night. “Yeah, good luck with that. I don't think he seems like the game night type. But honestly, it sounds like fun.”

“Perfect,” Vanessa said, clearly pleased. “This is going to be just what we need. A night to unwind and just enjoy ourselves.”

As we reached the building, I felt a sense of anticipation mixed with relief. After the emotional rollercoaster of the past 24 hours, the thought of spending an evening with people who cared about me, and Logan, just having fun, was exactly what I needed.

“Thanks for suggesting this, Nessa,” I said as we entered the building. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anything for you,” she replied with a smile. “Now let’s go get ready. Tonight’s going to be a blast.”

A little while later, I was in the bathroom, putting the finishing touches on my makeup and hair, when I heard a knock at the door. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it must be Vanessa. I yelled a Logan to open the door. I quickly quieted my movements, curious to hear how Logan would handle her invitation.

The door creaked open, and I heard Logan’s deep voice greeting Vanessa. “Hey.”

“Hey, Logan,” Vanessa’s voice was bright and friendly as always. “Is Vi around?”

“She’s in the bathroom,” Logan replied, his tone neutral. “You need something?”

“Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you,” Vanessa said, a hint of playfulness in her voice. “I’m planning a little game night tonight—just the four of us, you, me, Wade, and Vi. We could all use a break, and I think it’d be fun.”

There was a brief pause, and I could almost picture Logan standing there, arms crossed, considering the proposal. I held my breath, waiting for his response.

“I’m not really the game night type,” Logan finally said, his tone gruff but not entirely dismissive.

“Oh, come on,” Vanessa coaxed, clearly not willing to take no for an answer. “It’s not about the games, really. It’s just about hanging out, having some fun, maybe a few drinks. I promise, nothing too crazy.”

Another pause, and then I heard Logan sigh, almost as if he knew he was going to give in. 

“Alright. But only because I’m guessing Violet wants this.”

Vanessa laughed softly. “She does. And so do I. So, you’ll join us?”

“Yeah, I’ll join,” Logan replied, a reluctant but resigned tone in his voice. “What time?”

“In like an hour,” Vanessa said, sounding pleased. "See you then?”

“See you then,” Logan confirmed, and I could hear the door closing as Vanessa left.

I smiled to myself in the mirror, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me. Logan agreeing to join us, even if reluctantly, meant more to me than I cared to admit. It was a small gesture, but it showed that he was willing to be a part of something, to be there for me—and that was enough.

As Vanessa left the apartment, a thought crossed her mind—Could Logan be into Violet? She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his reluctance than just being anti-social. Determined to find proof, she decided tonight’s game night would be the perfect opportunity to observe. If there’s something there. She thought with a sly smile. I’ll figure it out.

I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing down my outfit, and noticed Logan standing by the door, his usual stoic expression in place.

“What did Vanessa want?” I asked, curious.

Logan glanced at me, his gaze lingering for a moment before he answered. “She’s planning a game night tonight. Asked if I’d join.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “And… what did you say?”

He shrugged slightly, his tone casual. “I said I’d be there.”

"Ok cool" I said, trying not to smile.

An hour passed and I waited for Logan to get ready, and when he emerged from his room, I had to do a double take. He was wearing blue jeans that fit him perfectly, paired with black boots and a red flannel shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and muscular chest. He looked like a hot lumberjack straight out of a fantasy—rugged, strong, and effortlessly handsome.

I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of appreciation, but I quickly pushed it aside as we headed out the door. Together, we made our way to Vanessa's apartment, where the night was sure to get interesting.

Part 5: Living in the moment

[neptunesopening]

𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲

n. dragneel x reader

summary: headcanons of natsu being your silly bf

sometimes you wonder why you started dating him

he loves you so much though

he’s stern on pinky promises before fights

he does it so you both promise to come back safe and alive

“ok now you have to pinky swear to come back” he says looking at you patiently. you link your pinky around his and he squeezes really tight. “why’d you squeeze me so tight?” you asked. “to make sure you don’t break the promise the strongest i do it, the less likely you are to break it.”

he also loves physical touch, always is touching you. whether it be his hand on your thigh or arm around you, as long as he’s touching you it’s fine

acts of service and physical touch are his two love languages. you said you wanted to get grocery shopping done, but didn’t have time? fridge already full. you needed to take your pet to the groomers that day? he’s already taken them there.

but DO NOT let this man cook for you. it’s not that he can’t cook, it’s just he’ll eat the food immediately after he cooks it forgetting about why he was even cooking in the first place

loves having you play with his hair, mostly after a big fight. he’ll ask for it any other time also. he loves the feeling of your fingers running through his hair after a long day.

your door opens and you look up to see natsu. he walks over to your bed and lays his head in your lap. “can you run your fingers through my hair please” he says as he closes his eyes. you smile at him and run your fingers through his hair as you read a book.

you obviously plan all the dates. he doesn’t know what the definition of a date is, but i think he can get romantic at times. like he’ll get you your favorite snack or food if he passes a place with it. he’ll get you a boutique of your favorite flowers if he sees them. writes you sweet little love notes to remind you he loves you.

speaking of telling you he loves you, he says it everyday and compliments you.

“hey! you look so pretty today [name]! i love you so much!” as he kisses you.

*5 minutes later* “did i tell you that you look beautiful today?” “yes natsu, thank you”

loves talking about igneel to you. always rants about him and how he would have loved you.

you, him, and happy are like a family. i don’t make the rules 🤷🏽‍♀️.

happy follows you guys everywhere. dates. jobs. you name it, he’s there.

but you love happy, so you deal.

a/n - this my first work guys don’t hate , but these are lowkey so bad guys

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 35

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

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Sunday, January 10; 10:55 AM -  Lucy’s Room

I roll over in bed onto my stomach and groan in frustration as I realize I'm alone again in this big bed. The reason becomes clear when I see that it’s almost eleven on the clock. She must have been awake for at least two hours, if not more.  Lucy won’t be able to say I didn’t catch up on sleep—I haven’t slept past ten in a long time. I stretch out all my limbs on my back, then take a moment to look around this room, unsure if I’ll ever see it again. It’s the first time I’ve felt this comfortable in a place I’ve only just discovered. I take a deep breath before leaving the room and slowly heading to the living room. When I arrive,  Lucy is casually lying on the couch with a book in hand. I smile when I see she’s wearing the glasses I like so much. Not wanting to disturb her, I just sit beside her bent knees.

“Hey,” she says, looking up from her book.

“Hey… I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me,” she smiles. “Do you want something to eat?”

“No thanks… Considering the time, I think I’ll just wait until noon.”

“Whatever you like. You can still eat if you’re hungry. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… Better once I fell back asleep.”

“No more nightmares?” she asks, and I shake my head in response. “Good… Think about what you want to do today. I’m going to shower in the meantime.”

“Did you wait until I got up to shower?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want to wake you up by rummaging for my things in the bedroom.”

“You’re silly, you could have. I’m a heavy sleeper. Not much wakes me up.”

“I’ll remember that next time.”

She sets her book down on the small table before getting up. I can’t help but let my eyes follow her as she walks down the hallway. How could I not when she’s still in pajamas that show off her perfectly smooth, bare legs? That outfit proves she didn’t go for a run; otherwise, she’d be in joggers.

“Wait, Luce!”

“Yes?” she says, turning around.

“C-Can I use your phone? I’d like to call Mapi while you’re busy.”

“It’s right there, code 4086.”

“Thanks!”

I give her one of my brightest smiles, which she returns before disappearing into the bathroom. Once she’s out of sight, I grab her phone and enter the code, which works. She’d never told me before; she always entered it herself. I’m not about to betray her trust, so I just dial my best friend’s number, which I know by heart. She picks up after the fourth ring.

“Hey guapa, you finally found time to call me?”

“ Lucy’s in the shower, I’m taking advantage.”

“Of course, because otherwise, impossible! You’re calling from her phone, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, don’t you dare save her number.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggles. “So, how’s the weekend going?”

“Perfect, really.”

I give her a rundown of everything  Lucy has shown me. I leave out a few details, like how she let me drive or the secret spots she took me to. I also tell her about the evening we spent with her friends. She asks if Ingrid and Jenni were there, sounding a bit sad that she couldn’t join us. She was here just a few days ago, but I think she enjoyed her time in Manchester. She acts tough, but I know she has a big heart and gets attached quickly. Probably faster than I do, which says a lot. I used to get attached to people quickly before the incident I went through. I fall silent when I hear someone talking to her. I try to recognize the voice, but it’s too faint.

“It’s Ona, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I hear her respond, but she’s moved the phone away from her ear. I try to listen more closely and finally recognize the voice— Lana. You’ve got to be kidding me!

“You’re at it again?” I scold.

“Ona—”

“No, no, no, don’t give me that! You’re giving her false hopes again when she’s just a hookup to you!” I snap.

“I can’t help it, OK?” she blurts out. “Ever since I came back to Barcelona, it’s been miserable,” she sighs. “And you not having a phone isn’t helping!”

“I’m sorry, Maps… I’ll ask Ale to let me borrow hers more often.”

“When are you getting your new phone?”

“I have no idea,” I sigh. “ Lucy destroyed my SIM card. I have to go through my mom to get a new one.”

“Great,” she says sarcastically. “I need a distraction! I’m going to explode otherwise.”

“I’m sorry I’m not there…”

“It’s not your fault, don’t worry about it. Anyway, let’s change the subject.”

“Do you want to come to Manchester next week?” I suggest.

“Very funny, and where would we stay?”

“I can ask Lucy if she knows of any good places. We can use taxis to get around.”

“That’s going to cost a fortune… I can’t afford it, and you know it.”

“My mom gives me money every month, Mapi. It’s one of the few things she does right.”

“There’s no way you’re paying for everything, don’t even think about it,” she grumbles.

“You can stay with me.”

I jump and turn to see Lucy. She’s leaning against the couch with a smile plastered on her face. I can’t find any words or react. I hate her. She has no right to show up in front of me in just a robe with her hair still dripping wet!

“Sorry, I heard my name so I figured I’d listen in. She wants to come to Manchester, right?” she asks.

“Uh… Yeah,” I reply, avoiding eye contact.

“You two can stay here if you want.”

“No way! I don’t want to bother you for another weekend.”

“It wouldn’t bother me if I’m the one offering.”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, I’m not done anyway. I’m going to get dressed and dry my hair.”

“Uh-huh…”

She runs her hand through my hair and heads back where she came from. I put the phone back to my ear as Mapi bombards me with questions. She asks why I turned down  Lucy’s offer and comments on how weird I was acting. How could I not be? I’m relieved to hear the hairdryer in the bathroom.

“Oh, shut up,” I groan. “Stay out of my love life, for God’s sake!”

“I never mentioned your love life,” she teases.

“I’m bringing it up because I ran into Alex last night.”

“Alex, the guy you met at the skating rink?”

“Yeah, that Alex.”

“Oooh! No, wait, that guy was so annoying! He kept asking me questions about you! I forbid you from going out with someone like him!”

“Girl I’m straight as a circle of course I m not going out with him ,” I roll my eyes.

“Can we go back to talking about Lucy? Seriously, you like her, admit it already!”

“Never, Leon.”

“Liar! She doesn’t leave you indifferent, I noticed it when I saw you two together.”

“Whatever. What are you getting at now?”

“It’s as clear as day. I haven’t seen you so much like yourself in a long time! She does more for you than I ever imagined.”

I sigh, massaging my temples. I wanted to talk to her about this, but not over the phone. Plus, I don’t like being pressured into saying things.

“Admit it, Batlle.”

“Fine, you win,” I groan. “I like her, okay?”

“Hallelujah! Oh my God, it’s about time! I knew it from the first time you talked about her,” she says excitedly. “You don’t even realize how attached you are to her!”

“I’m not attached,” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, nothing will ever happen between us.”

“Why not?”

“She’s my boss, remember? The girl completely obsessed with rules. She doesn’t even approve of Jenni and Ale’s relationship… She’s definitely not going to accept ours if anything were to happen…”

“I’m almost sure you don’t leave her indifferent either. But it’s obvious she doesn’t leave you indifferent.”

“You’re right, she doesn’t leave me indifferent, but I’m not in love. She’s just helping me feel better and get better. That’s all.”

“If you say so. Anyway, you two care a lot about each other.”

“Stop it, Mapi… You know I’m not ready for a new relationship anyway.”

“It would do you some good, you know.”

“And you’re the one telling me this?”

“Oh, come on! No need to compare us.”

“Anyway, I’ve got to go. Lucia is done and she’ll be back soon,” I say, hearing the hairdryer stop.

“Lucia, huh?” she teases.

“Maria Pilar Leon, enough already!” I groan.

“I couldn’t resist,” she laughs. “Try making her jealous. You’ll see if she wants more with you.”

“Okay, I’m hanging up.

"Yeah, go ahead and run," she laughs. "Say hi to her for me and have a good day with your girl!"

"Ugh... Thanks, you too. Bye."

Just as I hang up,  Lucy reappears. I notice she hasn't put on any makeup. She ignores me and heads to the kitchen. I get on my knees and rest my elbows on the back of the couch, watching her. It's hard when she's facing away from me.

"Thanks for the phone," I say, waving it in the air.

"You're welcome. Finished with Mapi already?" she asks, finally turning around.

"Yeah, that was enough for the week," I chuckle.

"I thought it would last longer. How is she?"

"Not too well," I sigh, resting my head between my arms. "That's why I suggested she come next week. Are you sure you don't know any cheap places we could stay?"

"I already offered here."

She turns to lean against the counter, crossing her arms. I smile when she tilts her head. I get the feeling she's trying to assess me curiously.

"I've already imposed on you long enough. Besides, you don't know what it's like having Mapi around for days."

"You're not going to pay for a hotel when I'm offering a free place, are you?"

"You're a pain... You have no idea what you're getting into."

"No, but I'm willing to take the risk," she laughs. "It only holds if you have permission, anyway."

"Hey, I've become responsible!"

"If you say so. Try to stay that way, then."

She turns back to continue what she was doing. I decide to join her to help out. I haven't done much since yesterday, and I'm eager to lend a hand now that I'm allowed to.

"Can I help?"

"I thought you didn't know how to cook?"

"It's never too late to learn, right?"

"That's true. How about some chicken stir-fry?"

"One of my favorite dishes," I admit.

"Perfect. You'll cut the chicken, then."

She looks for the meat in the fridge and then comes back to my side. I grimace at the sight of the fillets she places on a wooden board. She smiles, noticing my reaction. I've never cooked in my life, and she seems to have figured out my problem because she starts giving me instructions. I start by washing my hands while  Lucy looks for a knife. I grimace even more when I take the meat with my fingers.

"Ona, it's not going to bite," she laughs.

"This stuff is so slimy! It sticks to your fingers."

"You've never seen a chicken fillet before?"

"I've seen it... Touching it is a different story!"

She laughs even harder, which makes me pout. I put the chicken down when she hands me the knife.

"And you wonder why I think of you as a princess."

"Hey! I'm far from being one. It's not my fault I was never taught this stuff!"

"True. I'll get you used to it quickly, just wait."

She leans back against the counter, arms crossed, watching me cut the meat with a smile that doesn't leave her face. Her laughter tells me I'm doing it wrong.

"That's not how you do it, Ona. Watch."

She shows me there's a notch in the fillet. She opens it in half and asks me to cut down the middle. Once done, it's much easier to cut into small cubes.  Lucy still manages to critique me, saying I should make the pieces larger.

"And how do you plan to live later if you can't even cut a simple fillet?"

"I'll wait for you to give me lessons."

"Just that?"

"You're a whiz in the kitchen. I even prefer your dishes over Sam's, believe it or not!"

"How lucky. I haven't cooked anything special yet, just a pizza."

"That was enough to judge! I've got an idea! Can I hire you as my personal chef? But, like, for free, of course!"

"What next? If you want my services, you'll have to pay big."

She winks at me and moves to the other side of the kitchen. I watch her start the water for the pasta.

"Hey! Just because I'm not next to you doesn't mean you should stop," she scolds.

"Sorry," I giggle. "I was watching what you were doing."

I quickly finish cutting the two small fillets, which are more than enough for the two of us. She takes out a saucepan, places it on another burner, and asks me to bring the meat. She asks me to pour it all into the saucepan to cook, adding an onion and mushrooms. I watch as she stirs the meat occasionally and when she puts the pasta in the boiling water.

"Did you really learn all this by yourself?"

"Mostly, yes. Why?"

"I'll never be able to do this one day."

"Yes, you will. It comes naturally over time."

"It'll take a lot of practice before I get there."

"There's a first time for everything. Come here, you'll finish it."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea..."

"It's not difficult, I promise."

I position myself in front of her as she directs. She explains what to do and especially stops me from overdoing the cream, salt, and spices. We let everything cook, making sure not to burn anything. She then lets me handle the pasta while she sets the table. When everything is ready, we bring the dishes over. I realize I'm not even dressed yet, but it doesn't seem to bother  Lucy. She would have said something if it did. I sit in the same spot as yesterday morning while she serves us both a plate.

"You're aware you're about to taste your first dish, right?" she smiles.

"Yeah, but you helped me a lot."

"But you did everything yourself," she replies, sitting across from me. "I should've started with this, it's basic."

"Ha ha ha! I still know to put pasta in water to cook, thank you!"

"With oil and salt."

"With oil and salt," I repeat as if it's obvious.

My credibility just crumbled. Of course, I didn't know that detail. I'm ashamed that I don't even know how to make pasta.

"Next time, you'll do it alone."

I smile shyly, thinking she wants me to come back someday. On top of that, she'll teach me how to cook. I'm not going to complain about learning something so simple. Now I'm eager to taste what I've made. We wish each other "bon appétit," and I quickly fill my mouth with a well-loaded fork. I let out an involuntary moan of satisfaction as I close my eyes. Damn, this is good!

"Alright, you're really a good teacher," I say with my mouth full. "If I make this at home, they won't believe it!"

"Oh, so you're planning to do it again? Please do it with someone else, okay?" she laughs.

"You're so mean!"

"I'm joking, Ona," she smiles.

"Mhm, I doubt it."

"Of course I am. So, have you thought about what you want to do today?"

"You don't have anything planned?"

"No, nothing at all."

"Then I don't want to do anything."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, just enjoy the calm, if that's okay with you. A movie, read a book, or maybe a board game if you're up for it... But I don't really feel like going out today."

"Alright, that works for me."

I really needed this moment of calm after the weekend. I don't get these moments at school, where we're constantly around others. We finish our meal talking about current movies and series that might interest us for the afternoon. We clear the table, then I head back to my room to get dressed. I take the opportunity to make my bed, which I didn't use much. I wanted to do hers too, but she had already made it when I went to her room.

"Is something wrong?" she asks when she sees me standing in the doorway.

"No, no," I quickly reply.

"Are you done?"

"Almost. I just need to brush my teeth and hair because this isn't working anymore," I say, pointing to my head.

"If you say so," she laughs. "I'll wait for you in the living room."

I let her go out first. I stop by the bathroom, where my things are still here from yesterday. I easily find her toothpaste because I, of course, forgot mine at school, and I brush my teeth. Thankfully, she doesn't mind me using her stuff. It still bothers me to have to rummage through her things, like last time when I couldn't find her cotton pads right away. They were right in front of me the whole time. I must have taken too long because a few minutes later,  Lucy comes back to ask if everything's okay. She comes in with my permission just as I'm wiping my face.

"You don't need to make yourself pretty, you know," she laughs.

"I'm not making myself pretty. I'm making myself presentable."

"You're very presentable," she giggles. "Even with messy hair."

"Sure, keep teasing me."

"I'm not lying."

"Mhm. Does it bother you if I take another shower here before leaving tonight?"

"Of course not. You don't have to ask for that."

"Thanks... Are we watching a movie now?"

She nods and steps aside to let me pass. I toss the cotton pad I just used before leaving. After a long debate, we decided to continue the Harry Potter series. I was fully into it until  Lucy got bored and decided to mess with me. If you had told me one day I'd find myself on a couch with her, and she'd be tickling me, I would have laughed at the absurdity. But that's exactly what's happening.

" Lucy Bronze!" I cry out between laughs. "You're such a child!"

"You're the younger one!" she retorts.

"Well, it doesn't seem like it! Stop it," I giggle under her attacks.

I have to twist and turn to escape her. Since I can't, I decide to climb on top of her to pin her down. It's only when she stops laughing that I realize the position I've put us in. She's sprawled out beneath me as I straddle her hips, holding her hands on either side of her head. She stops when she doesn't hear me laugh anymore. My hair falling over her face must be hiding my blushing cheeks. I try to get up, but my hand slips, and I collapse onto her like a ragdoll.  Lucy's laughter rings in my ears. I try again to get up, but this time an arm wraps around my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Lucia..."

"Shhh. Relax and lay down a bit »

I catch her eyes, which show no hint of humor. She slowly forces me to rest my head against her chest so I can keep watching the movie this way. The feeling of being held captive against her gives me butterflies in my stomach. I bite my lip as she starts to gently stroke my hair.

"Relax, Ona..."

"Sorry... I-I’m not used to this anymore."

My trembling voice betrays me. I’m enjoying the moment, but I know it's not right.

"So enjoy it."

That’s exactly the problem. Enjoy. She doesn’t realize in what way I’m enjoying it. I admit defeat when I realize she won’t let me go. I can’t keep watching the movie like I was just a few minutes ago. My thoughts are consumed by the person I’m lying on. She’s going to drive me crazy if she keeps this up. I don’t understand what’s happening to me in her presence. It wasn’t like this at the beginning. Everything just changed. Or have I only just realized it? I let my fingers slide down her sides, moving up and down repeatedly. I smile as I feel her shiver. She asks me to stop, but the urge to continue is stronger. I would love to thank her for everything, but I stay silent to avoid ruining the moment. My hand starts to ache from twisting my arm this way, so I slide between her body and the back of the couch. She grunts slightly as I crush her in the process. I rest my head on her shoulder and leave one of my legs on hers. This way, I can continue the same gentle touches she’s giving me on my head, now on her belly, without straining my arm. I enjoy this peaceful moment by closing my eyes for a moment.

Sunday, January 10; 6:00 PM - At  Lucy's place

I grumble when I'm shaken gently. I cling to the fabric beneath my hand. I open my eyes when I’m shaken harder the second time.

"Wake up, Ona."

"Hummmm... Did I fall asleep?" I ask in a hoarse voice.

"Yeah," she replies cheerfully.

I release what I’m holding when I realize it’s  Lucy’s sweater. I rub my eyes under her amused smile.

"Come on, get up, Princess. I need to cook if we don’t want to be late for school."

"Can’t we wait a little longer?"

"I’ve already waited to wake you up. I need to cook so we can eat, and we need to pack too."

"What time is it?"

"Six Ale’clock. At least let me get up, please."

I shift to free her side that I was holding. I lie back down the moment she gets up and moves out of my sight. I sigh in displeasure, feeling only the warmth she left behind. I clutch the pillow, hoping it can replace her presence.

"You’d better not fall back asleep."

"Or what?" I challenge.

"You don’t want to know."

I chuckle lightly. I focus on the screen where a series has replaced our movie, which must have ended a long time ago. I recognize Grey’s Anatomy. I used to love watching this series, but that was before I started studying in the field.

"What are we eating?" I ask.

"We have some pasta left. I was planning to make bolognese. Does that work for you?"

"Hmm..."

"And if you would bring your butt here to give me a hand?"

"You’re asking a lot."

I still get up to drag my feet to the kitchen under her laughter. I lean against the counter to watch her prepare. She smiles at me and gestures for me to come over.

"Here, turn the meat if needed."

She leaves me in front of a pot filled with meat and onions cooking. I look at it with a panicked expression when she takes out things to set the table.

"What do I need to do?"

"I just told you. Just turn the meat," she laughs. "I’ve already seasoned it. You should be able to handle this without me, right?"

"I’m not sure," I joke.

"Helpless."

"Only because of you."

"Oh yeah?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You’re lucky, huh?"

"From what I see in front of me..." she says, looking me up and down. "Not really, no."

I part my lips in shock. It’s been a while since she’s scolded me like that, even if it’s in jest. She laughs while approaching me.

"Don’t forget to turn the meat."

I regain my composure while stirring the pot under her watchful eye. When it’s ready for her, she pours the tomato sauce and takes my place to mix everything together.

"A real princess," she teases with a shoulder bump.

"I’m more of a burden, really."

"What?" she giggles.

Her eyes settle on me when I stop answering. I meant what I just said. It’s how I feel. She doesn’t say anything and tastes her sauce with a spoon. Then she puts a lid on the pot and lowers the heat. I stay where I am while she throws the spoon she used into the sink. It’s at this moment that I feel her eyes on my back. I head towards the table to avoid her, but she blocks me against the counter before I can get there.

"I thought we had moved past this stage of feeling bad."

"Don’t think less of me."

"Hey, it was a joke. Look at me."

I turn to face her. She’s closer than I expected, but I don’t let myself be unsettled.

"It’s the truth! I’m just a simple burden you’re dragging behind you."

"No," she sighs. "You’re much more than that, Ona. Alright? Get that idea out of your head, okay? You might be a little princess, but I will always support you."

I lower my head, nodding slightly and biting my lip. Why does she always have the right words to reassure me? I let myself fall into her arms that she just opened for me.

"Come on, go sit down. I’ll handle the rest."

I do as she asks while keeping an eye on her. She heats the pasta and joins me shortly after with the dishes. I serve the drinks while she fills our plates. We enjoy our last moments together by chatting a bit. The conversation turns to what we might do with Mapi next week. It looks like she’s decided to host us. After dinner, I help her clear the table before we return to our rooms. I pack my suitcase with reluctance, making sure not to forget anything.

"It’s not the end of the world if you forget something, you know," she says, leaning against the door frame.

"That’s true, but it would bother me."

"We need to leave. Is everything okay for you?"

"Yep..."

"Don’t make that face, you’ll be back next week," she teases.

"Hmm... Let’s go before I hide under the bed."

I roll my suitcase to the living room where hers is already. I take one last look at the apartment before she turns off all the lights and locks the door. With a heavy heart, we take the elevator to her car. This weekend was amazing. Way too amazing. I don’t say anything during the drive back. She stops after a while, and I realize we’ve arrived at the place where I joined her on Friday night.

"You’ll need to walk the rest," she says softly.

"Yeah... Thanks for the weekend."

"It was a pleasure. Is everything okay...?" she asks uncertainly.

"Yeah," I repeat. "Good night,  Lucy."

"Good night to you."

She gives me a smile that I return weakly. I get out of the car and grab my suitcase before watching the car drive off into the night. I finish the walk to the reception where the old secretary is waiting for us. This very warm woman wishes me a good week. I continue to my room where Alexia greets me as soon as I drop my things. She bombards me with questions about my weekend. She’s so much like Mapi with that behavior. The only difference is that she doesn’t force me to talk about it. I pretend I need to take a shower to escape, as I didn’t have time to shower at  Lucy’s after my nap. I manage to get into bed just before curfew. That kept me from having to talk, as I know Ale wouldn’t want to deal with the supervisor on duty. I wouldn’t want to either, given the weekend I’ve had. I think  Lucy would have saved the day, but I can’t always rely on her. She already does so much for me, and I need to adhere to the rules. In complete silence, I search for sleep, which is elusive after my long nap.

Monday, January 11; 2:20 AM - Ona and Alexia’s room

I startle awake, the duvet thrown off me. I’m seized by a sudden suffocation. I blink several times to understand that the light is already on. Alexia gets up and comes to me. I can’t catch my breath and feel sticky with sweat again.

"Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a nightmare."

I start to tremble under Alexia's caresses. Please, anything but this... I place my head in my hands to prevent the panic attack from getting worse. I flinch when the bedroom door opens to reveal someone I don’t recognize. It must be the night instructor  Lucy told me about. It's the first time she’s intervened in our room, and she doesn’t look very pleased.

- What’s going on here? she asks sternly.

- She’s having nightmares; it’s not the first time, Alexia explains.

- Br... Bronze, I manage to say. Call...

- Do you want me to get Bronze?

I nod faintly as I struggle to breathe. It feels like my head is going to explode. All I hear are hissing noises making me whimper and close my eyes. I bury my head in my arms to lessen the violent dizziness that’s overtaking me, but it makes it worse. I’m forced to pull it out to try and get some air. When I open my eyes again, I see Alexia trying to talk to me, but I can’t make out anything. She looks very worried and desperate. The minutes drag on until Bronze arrives in the room. It’s as if time had paused. I must look terrible with my face soaked in uncontrollable tears. Alexia immediately gives way to my supervisor. Her first instinct is to grab my head in her hands so that I only look at her. Her lips move, but I still hear nothing but unpleasant hissing. I pray that she understands my state as I desperately cling to her shirt. She lets me cling to her when I pull her close. Her arms simply wrap around my neck as I whimper against her. Her reassuring scent quickly fills my lungs. I close my eyes to savor her caresses that I can finally feel. There, she’s all I needed to feel reassured and safe. She stays as long as needed for me to calm down and return to reality. I start to hear her soft whispers again, and it’s at this moment that I realize I’m completely sprawled on her. My grip on her shirt slowly loosens as I understand that I’m safe now.

- I’m here; I’m not letting go, she repeats.

I take in all her words until I’m overcome with a sense of guilt. I start crying again.

- I- I’m sorry... I’m sorry... I... I stammer.

- Hey, shhh. It’s okay, alright? Calm down. I’m here now.

I close my eyes and bury my face a little further into her neck. I take in all the security she offers. A terrible headache comes over me, forcing me to pull away slightly from  Lucy. She loosens her grip slightly, understanding my intention. I try to make sure she can’t see my awful face. She doesn’t take it well and grabs my face to examine it with a worried look. I break our eye contact to look at Alexia behind her, who seems terrified. I panic when I feel  Lucy trying to get up. She smiles gently.

- I’ll be right back, I promise.

I trust her and release her against my will. She comes back shortly with a glass of water and a pill. I take it without a word, reminded of my headache. She sits back on the edge of my bed and runs her thumbs over my cheeks.

- We need to find a solution. I’ll have to talk to Wiegman in the morning.

I give her a difficult nod of agreement. I know she would do things differently if she could. She sighs, running her hand through her hair and staring at the door. It’s closed, probably to keep the whole floor from being disturbed by my fault. I lower my eyes to the glass I’m holding, but I look up immediately when  Lucy stands. I hold her back with my eyes.

- Stay with me... Please.

- Ona... she sighs. I can’t do that.

- I won’t be able to fall back asleep without you, I whisper, lowering my head.

I know this in advance. I’ve gotten used to something I shouldn’t have. I look at her when I don’t get a response. Her eyes linger on Alexia before settling back on me. I bite my lip, dreading her response.

- Alright, she cracks with a sigh. I just need to talk to the other instructor first, but for that, you’ll have to let me go.

She looks at where I’m holding her, and I immediately release my grip.

- Go back to sleep, Alexia. And I want your silence about what’s going to happen tonight.

With those words, she exits, taking care to leave the door open. I don’t like that she’s threatening Ale, but she risks a lot by agreeing to my request. I collapse onto the bed and look at my roommate, who was already staring at me.

- You scared me to death! I really didn’t know what to do this time! Luckily, Bronze came. I really couldn’t have calmed you down like she did! she rushes out.

- I’m sorry you had to witness that.

- Blake, I told you to go back to sleep,  Lucy, who has just returned, says.

She closes the door behind her. Alexia is still very intimidated by her, which makes me smile a little.  Lucy is so cold with her at the same time. She approaches my bed and grimaces, probably noticing the size. She sighs and turns off the light.

- Alright, move over, she whispers.

I comply by shifting to the side of the bed. I feel her slide in behind me, covering us properly before placing her hand on my stomach.

- We seriously need to find a solution, she grumbles in a way that only I can hear.

Luckily, it’s dark, and she can’t see my smile. I snuggle a little closer into her arms, pulling the blanket up to my neck. As usual since this weekend, she caresses my stomach to calm me, which works perfectly. She whispers goodnight before I close my eyes and fall asleep again.

[moonimimi]

professor's pupil

in which jj shows up for class and couldn't keep his mouth shut, so you have to teach him a lesson after class, pt. 2

pt 1:

"professor, do you have a boyfriend?

your eyes widen and you clear my throat "that's none of your business."

"ok, so that's a no." he grins, scribbling down an answer on his worksheet. he looks back up at her, his eyes shining with mischief. "let me guess, still a virgin?"

this makes you scoff and look back down at your paperwork, "what kind of questions are these?" he smirks, leaning back slightly, clearly enjoying getting under your skin. "just curious. you seem... so proper. like you've never broken any rules." his eyes twinkle mischievously "but everyone has their secrets, right?" he leans forward again, his voice dropping lower. you furrow your eyesbrows, ignoring him, but can't help the blush that creeps on to your cheeks. he notices and smirks "you know, most professors would be docking my grade points right about now for the flirting.. but you're not most professors." he tilts his head slightly, studying you closely.

you look up at him boredly, "you're silly, but you're smart academically. so that wouldn't be fair." he laughs, the sound warm and rich. "stupid, but smart. that's a new one." he leans forward, his eyes locked on yours, moving around to sit beside your chair. "why are you so guarded all the time? even with something as simple as conversation."

you take a minute and pause before looking up at him, "i can't give you ammunition." he thinks for a moment, "maybe i'm just trying to have a normal conversation with my professor who happens to be impossible to read." he looks down at you intently "or maybe i'm trying to figure out if there's actually a person behind that icy exterior." this makes you shrug, "outside of school, yes."

his eyes widen slightly, catching the subtle shift in your demeanor when you mention outside of school. he files that information away. "outside of school? you mean you're not always so..." he pauses, searching for the right word. "so what?" you feel yourself laugh slightly, "boring? no, im not." you smile and shake your head.

his smile widens, delighted to see you smile, to see your guard drop even slightly. "not boring. cold. unapproachable." he watches as your smile reaches your eyes, a rare sight indeed. "there it is. you're trying so hard to suppress it, aren't you?" he watches as you roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile. he can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment for making you crack, even just a little. he reaches out, gently touching your sleeve "not just a polite smile, but an actual one. the kind that reaches your eyes." his thumb brushes against the material.

you look down at his fingers on your sleeve, debating to let it stay or not. his eyes follow your gaze to his fingers on her sleeve. he sees the internal debate in your eyes and he can't help but feel a little thrill. he keeps his hand still, not wanting to spook you. "outside of this building, you must smile a lot, huh? with your friends, maybe?" you nod and feel yourself grinning wider. he files that information away, his curiosity piqued. he wants to know more about your life outside of the cold walls of the university. he wants to picture your laughing with friends, not sitting alone behind a desk grading papers.

he hadn't intended to sit there so long, his finger still resting on your sleeve, lost in thought and curiosity. as he realizes the passage of time, he clears his throat and slowly withdraws his hand "sorry, i didn't mean to..." you laugh and roll your eyes, enjoying the rare flustered state he seems to be in. "not so confident anymore, huh?"

he can't help but feel that you're enjoying his confused state a little too much. jj straightens up, trying to regain his composure "shut up." you raise your eyebrows playfully, "that's no way to talk to your professor." this makes him roll his eyes, a small smirk on his lips "and you're not supposed to be smiling at your students like that." he gestures to your face, where a small, playful smile lingers "it's distracting." he says, his own smile growing slightly. you look down and shake your head, still grinning. "maybe you're right"

his smile widens, enjoying your rare, carefree expression, realising that he's never seen you smile like this in class, always composed and serious. he decides to push his luck. "you know what else is distracting?" he leans in slightly closer, lowering his voice "how you seem to be enjoying this little... power dynamic a bit too much." he keeps his gaze steady on yours, testing her reaction. you look at him, thinking for a moment before realising he was right. the dynamic sparked an excitement in you, a flutter in your stomach and a heat between your legs. you shrug, "perhaps."

a knowing smirk spreads across his face "perhaps, huh? that's such a professor answer." he gets slightly closer, his voice soft but intentional "and i've noticed something else..." he reaches out and gently straightens your slightly crooked collar, his fingers brushing against your neck. your breath hitches, warning signs of consequences going through your head the second you feel his touch. he watches your cheeks flush, seeing the internal debate playing out on her face. he knows he's got you right where he wants you - torn between following the rules and giving in to the forbidden attraction between you. he decides to push you further. "you know, professor-student relationships are strictly forbidden."

"i know.." your voice was barely above a whisper as you lock eyes with him. "and yet, here we are." he straightens up, his voice low but firm. "with you blushing and stuttering and me sitting way too close for this to be a purely academic conversation." he moves back slightly, putting some space between you to gauge your reaction, watching as struggle to find the right words, a small smirk playing on his lips. he knows he's got you on edge and he likes it. he decides to give you an out, but only a temporary one. "forget i said anything, professor." this makes you frown slightly in disappointment, praying that he didn't notice how your shoulders deflated.

but he does, and he likes it. he moves closer again, his voice low and intense "you want to know what would happen if we crossed that line. don't you?" your mind raced with images, hanging on the thick tension in the air, desire filling your eyes for just a moment.

his breath catches at the raw desire he sees in your eyes for just that brief moment, your faces inches apart now.

"look at me like that one more time..." his voice is barely above a whisper "and i'll show you exactly what would happen."

cliffhanger question mark❓

[velvees-archive]

save for the dual destinies dlc case, i’ve finished my first play through of the mainline ace attorney games. incredibly solid series. i have a draft with my thoughts on each case in the aj trilogy + game ratings. dunno if i’d wanna post it though, it’s kinda long.

so instead, i’ll post some misc thoughts about phoenix and edgeworth portrayals across mainline/aai + my personal favorite interpretations of them by the writing team!

spoilers for AA mainline and AAI duology

by far, my favorite phoenix portrayal is og trilogy phoenix. the way he interacts with his environment and the people around him is very authentic, albeit rude as hell (which, in hindsight, is even more authentic for phoenix, so…). saw someone’s tumblr post mention that phoenix is such a “straight guy” which…yeah LMAO. real to life accuracy, so much so it’s infuriating. i think what i’ve played of dd’s dlc case captures what i wanted to see from post-trilogy phoenix in that he’s still an asshole and comically stupid, but not actually stupid, if ykwim. something i disliked abt the rest of aa5 and aa6 is how the writing team watered his character down to the following two oversimplifications: “phoenix only wins cases bc he bluffs!” and “uhh...what evidence does phoenix present now?”

don’t mistake a silly man for a stupid man. mia calls phoenix a genius in the og trilogy. phoenix dives in head first but he’s meticulous when it comes to drawing out the truth. most of all, he doesn’t outwardly show how frazzled he is (see that one drew misham quote about phoenix quietly watching the court as he’s accused of forging evidence), even if he feels that way. i get the colorful usage of expressions is for comedic effect but it just makes him look like he doesn’t know wtf he’s doing, and that’s a disservice to his character. yes, he bluffs, but he isn’t clueless. anyway, i’m excited to replay the first trilogy now that i “know” second trilogy phoenix. that might also just be my way of saying “give me back MY phoenix”, bc the last time i’m (mostly) on board w his portrayal is in aa4, and even then i didn’t like the dialogue in his forged evidence trial.

*though, as of writing this, i’ve seen some good arguments abt his forged evidence trial dialogue that make me think ok maybe it was actually pretty accurate. let’s see wht i think on replay

on the other hand, my favorite edgeworth—at least in principle—is post-apollo justice edgeworth. in many ways, i think how he’s portrayed at 35 is how he would’ve been had dl-6 not occurred, barring his career choice. still a bit pompous, still fairly mean (at least on the surface, we all know he cares more than he lets on) and perhaps a bit uptight, but self-assured and just. the writing team makes a point to show that edgeworth doesn’t care about prestige or fancy titles. that feels like him in a way post-first trilogy edgeworth doesn’t. this particular point was fleshed out in aa1 and rfta, tho, so idk if i can give yamazaki credit for it.

there are some things that will always bother me abt post-first trilogy edgeworth (the problems are present in the aai duology as well) where the writing team shoves him into a box teeming with boring tropes for his character archetype.

an example:

creds for both these pictures: me

edgeworth is fine w pictures in the first trilogy, but comes to hate them in the aai duology.

ik it’s small but honestly what was the reason? what justification is there for this outside of wanting to fit edgeworth into a “cold character” stereotype?

bridge to the turnabout and turnabout ablaze are only about a month apart. i’m not buying into the sudden aversion to picture taking, regardless how minute a criticism it is. in any case, i feel like what i’m trying to say comes through w these screenshots: yamazaki’s edgeworth is always just a little off.

i am forgetting where i saw the post and i have too many liked posts to scroll thru to find it again but i saw a reblog?? tumblr post?? abt yamazaki and takumi’s diff approaches to edgeworth, where takumi says edgeworth listens to trot while yamazaki thinks he’d listen to classical music, and if that doesn’t drive the point home, idk wht will.

why then, did i enjoy post-aj edgeworth most? short answer is i’m taking liberties w his development and its implications. while i never completely buy into post-aa3 edgeworth, i can digest and get behind most of him when i’m not nitpicking, unlike w post-aj phoenix. does edgeworth feel a little uninspired and one- as opposed to three-dimensional? yeah, but his core is so strong i can overlook it. i’ll miss seeing a developed edgeworth when replaying the trilogy. him at 35 makes me feel warm inside.

anyway, i didn’t intend to start hating when i made this post bc i ultimately still believe the second trilogy was pretty good, if not overly ambitious with it's storytelling. maybe i'll post that AJ trilogy review.

overall, tho, t&t and aai2 were my favorite games to come out of the franchise. i’m going to do that slow replay of the first trilogy, aai duology, and aj:aa before making final judgments.

[tiredlilguy]

can I please req Jouno being soft with you? I don't really care if it's hcs or scenarios (maybe w a reader that loves physical touch??), anyhow- take your time ((:

a/n: ASDFASDFADSF YESSS >:D love him, he is so silly and hot and sadistic and psychopathic (isn't he just so dreamy). also my favorite hunting dog. i did both hc's and a scenario... enjoy and ty for requesting hehe :)

pairing: Jouno X GN!Reader cw: N/A, not proofread, probably ooc, tooth-rotting fluff desc: just some soft hc's and scenario for the soul.

he’s quite cold in public with you, but in private he’s SO needy

I can see him being really clingy: arms around your waist all the time, nibbling your ears, wanting to hold your hand or linking arms

Jouno is very quick to deny being needy however, and I can see him getting annoyed if you acknowledge it; he’ll let go of your with a pout, but then he’ll come back like a couple minutes later and bury his head into your neck

I think he just enjoys caressing/touching you in general because you’re such a big comfort for him; being able to be tactile with something that he find comforting is nice (you’re like his safety blanket)

Will follow you around the house with his hands on your waist, and just not say anything

If you’re on a date together in public, he’ll link arms with you; he uses you as an excuse to be his “walking stick” even though he himself doesn’t need one (you know that too, just don’t tell him)

He will relax into you a lot: he’ll lean onto your shoulder and practically melt into your warmth despite being in a noisy subway

Jouno enjoys touch, but he also likes to take you on quiet dates too: flower/strawberry picking (crying, thinking about this one), library dates where you softly read to him, enjoying a new cafe nearby

So long as you’re there, he doesn’t mind the overstimulating noise

He does most of the initiating in physical touch, but if you initiate the touch, he’ll melt

He enjoys it when you brush a hand on his own, when you sit in his lap and caress his cheek or run your hand through his hair

Just don’t tell him that he’s blushing-

He doesn’t often show this softer side in public, but if it’s with you, he’ll be ok :)

(For the scenario… let’s say you’re an assistant that works for the Hunting Dogs)

Walking past the hallway, you had carried a small tray with mugs of coffee inside. You’d left your bed quite earlier than usual, due to being asked to be on-call earlier than usual. To your knowledge, you made sure that Jouno was ready for the day: setting up his uniform at the usual spot, having things around in his usual spots so that he wouldn’t get confused. You tried your best to make life a little bit easier for him, and he was grateful. You smiled, knowing you’d see him again shortly as you were about to deliver coffee.

You gently knocked on the door to a meeting room,” Excuse me… I have coffee!” You’d brewed the coffee yourself using coffee beans that’d come in a shipment the day before. You always felt a sense of pride delivering the morning coffee, as you often recall hearing praises of how well it tasted. You were given entry inside, and you opened the door with a soft greeting. You placed mugs in front of each member, placing the last one on Jouno’s side. Before you could walk out however, you were gently tugged on the sleeve by your lover. You complied, looking over at him curiously. He motioned for you to lean down, and you followed.

“ Meet me in the kitchen after this meeting,” he whispered into your ear, sending somewhat of a shiver down your spine. You let out a soft hum and nodded, standing back up. You took your leave, slipping out of the door without making any noise.

…

You had nothing to do in the mean time, so you sat down on one of the tables in the kitchen. You stared at your feet as you played music into your earphones, swaying your feet up and down. Eventually, you heard footsteps and looked up. It was Jouno, and he looked rather grumpy.

“ Is everything ok, honey?,” you asked gently. However in response, he quickly enveloped you in his arms, pulling you into his lap as he sat down in a chair. You were about to say something again, before he shoved his forehead into your shoulder. You looked over, at him and raised a brow.

“ What’s wrong, my love?,” you gently kissed the side of his head. He let out a soft ‘hmph’ in response.

“ You left me alone this morning hugging a pillow…,” he admitted, though slightly muffled as his head was still on your shoulder.

“ I’m sorry that I made you upset,” you apologized, a hand gently moving to touch his forearm,” I was just on call early.”

“ You could’ve at least woken me up before you left.”

“ You’ve been tired these days, so I let you sleep in until you needed to get up.”

“ That still doesn’t change anything,” he protested.

It went silent for a moment as you both stayed there as you caressed his arms that were tightly around your waist.

Jouno let in a soft inhale,” You smell strongly of coffee.”

“ The coffee beans were very fragrant today… Is that bad?,” you answered.

“ No, I like it,” his replied, his voice unusually soft.

You two enjoyed the small peace for a moment until it was time to continue on with the rest of your days.

[danikamariewrites]

Hello! Can you please write a story where the female reader has a nosebleed due to stress (like in Korean dramas if you follow the genre) and one of the ACOTAR males reacts. You can pick any character you want. Thank you!

P.S you are one of my favorite writers 💗

Stressor

Cassian x reader

A/n: Hi anon! I don’t follow k dramas so I had to Google this. Also thank you! That makes me so happy I hope you like this

Warnings: blood, mentions of health issues, and mentions of bad eating habits

Today Cassian suggested you work with him in his office. He noticed that you were overworking yourself and he wanted to keep an eye on you. You had been working for nearly three days straight with minimal sleep and food.

Your eating and sleeping habits are what concerned Cassian most. It would add to your stress leading to a migraine. And he would do anything to help you prevent that pain.

Cassian had stepped out for a minute to run something up to Rhys, leaving you alone. You decided to sit on the loveseat, you're woke laid out in front of you on the low-lying coffee table. You liked sitting with Cassian. It was time you wouldn't usually get to spend together.

You drop your pen on the scattered papers and rub at your forehead. The current project you were working on was driving you crazy, but you were determined to get it done. You could feel a headache coming on and the spot between your brows started to feel like pins and needles were dragging behind your skin.

You felt something warm trickling down to your lip. Shit. You hadn’t had a nosebleed in months. You wipe at the blood with the back of your hand. Leaning forward, new blood dribbles on to some paper, “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.

Cassian comes back into his office and immediately smells blood. “Y/n! Are you ok? What’s wrong?” As he rushes over to you his head whips around the room. Trying to spot a threat that wasn't there.

He kneels beside you, concern causing his brow to crease. You move your hand away from your face to show him your bloody nose. Cassian pulls a tissue out of his pocket and starts dabbing at your nose. “Honey, what happened?” he gently holds your nose, tilting your head forward, while you explain.

“I get nosebleeds when I’m too stressed or have bad headaches. I just kept forgetting to tell you.” Cassian gave you a sympathetic look. He grabbed your hand to stand you up and led you out of his office toward your shared bedroom, then to your connected bathroom.

“Let's clean you up,” he says removing the tissue from your face. The bleeding stopped, leaving dried blood on your skin and upper lip. Cassian lifts you to sit on the counter. He turns the sink on, wetting a face cloth.

He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you still as he gently wipes the blood off. You revel in the care he shows when it comes to you. He's been called a brute and is looked at with caution. But you don't see that when you look at him.

You see the male you love with your whole heart. How silly he can be, all the special moments shared between you, and how gentle he is. You love that he's so willing to take care of you and that he has such a big heart. Anyone who calls him a brute doesn't truly know him.

“All clean.” He says with a tight-lipped smile. You know what he's going to say. That you should rest and eat something. He won't relax until you do. You want to reassure him that you're fine and this is how. “I think I want to lay down for a while. Can you please get me something to eat?”

“Of course, baby. Let's get you in bed and I’ll get you whatever you want.” You slowly slip off the counter and hold onto Cassian’s arm as he walks you to bed. You are so lucky to have him.

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬?• 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

SUMMARY: Jude lied to you and said he was going to stay with you instead of transferring. You felt betrayed

First half is written by @iicldkwhatimdoingheretbh Credit to them for the idea

“babeee, you will not believe what I saw in the grocery shop”

I couldn’t do it. I could not look him in the face. Not after what he did.

Whenever jude and I were to talk about his transfers we would just say that there’s time so we don’t have to rush. Yesterday’s conversation was the closest thing to a finalized decision stating that he would rather stay in dortmund than transfer this season.

“plus, it would be selfish for me to leave you and bmo , no?” he added before taking a midday nap with him occasionally leaving lazy kisses and us staring at each other in awe.

Waking up to my phone buzzing with several messages from all sorts of social media, I was crushed.

At first I couldn’t believe it, it’s social media after all but the tweet from fabrizio rom and the several edited pictures of him in the oh so familiar white jersey stated otherwise.

“babe? Where are you?”

My back was turned to him as he was approaching the kitchen.

“mmh, I missed yo-“ the second he hugged my waist from behind and put his head in the crook of my neck I pushed him away.

“what?”

I turned to look at him. My cheeks stained with tears and eyes heavy.

“look love I-“

“you could’ve just told me you know. Instead of lying.”

“babe I know but-“

“no seriously I don’t want to hear it right now”

I walked away from Jude. The frown on my face didn’t fully show how pissed off i were at him.

I knew this was silly of me to be mad about, but I really felt betrayed by those rumors of him going to real Madrid.

“baby please let me explain.” Jude sat next to me, reaching out to take my hand in his, but before he could get comfortable, I pulled away.

That hurt Jude.

“what is there to explain?” I asked. “You lied to me and said you were going to stay at Dortmund. You were going play for another season until I finished college before you picked another team. You said we were going to stick together.”

Tears began to form in my eyes. I didn’t want to look at Jude I knew if I did I would end up crying.

“why’d you lie Jude?”

I got up, not feeling comfortable around him. The room felt like it was getting hotter as the seconds passed.

Jude and I have been together for three years. From the day we met we have been together, stuck like glue to one another.

I couldn’t imagine being in two different countries. him playing and training in Spain while I’m doing uni in Germany. I was afraid it would ruin our relationship.

I walked to the right off the sitting room and shut the door. I stared at myself in the mirror, wiping a few tears that had escaped from my eyes.

After a couple of minutes of mentally talking to myself, I opened the door. Jude stood on the other side. He was waiting for me.

“Bab-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore Jude. I can’t control your decision. It’s your life. I’ll be fine here, By myself”

I brushed passed Jude to go to the bedroom

Jude followed me. He watched as I pulled out my suitcase and began stuffing clothes into it.

“baby, what are you doing? Stop!”

Jude tried to shut my suitcase, but I pushed him away.

“Jude stop. I’m leaving. I need to learn how to be on my own without you since you’re going to Madrid.”

“y/n you’re being selfish.”

“Yeah of course I’m being selfish. It’s not like I promised someone I was going to stay with them even though that was a lie.”

I zipped my suitcase up and walked out of the room. Jude wasn’t far behind.

“Baby please don’t leave me!” Jude walked in front of you. He got on his knees looking up at me.

“Please, I won’t go! Just don’t leave me please.” jude looked up at me, pleading eyes. He needed me to stay.

I shook my head. “jude, I can’t. You made your decision. I have to go ok?”

I pulled away from him and walked around. I knew if I stayed a second more Jude would be right back on his knees in front of me, begging for me to stay.

I heard Jude calling out my name but I choose to ignore him. I walked outside to my car. I placed my suitcase in my trunk before climbing into the drivers seat.

Before I could pull away, Jude came over to the driver's side. "What about us? You're just going to throw it away because I'm transferring?"

I sighed. "Yes. If you can't be truthful and honest with me then there's no reason for us to be together." I exhaled holding back tears. "I hope you're happy with your decision Jude."

I shut the door, starting the car. Maybe I was being dramatic by leaving because Jude was transferring, but it was what was best for me. I have to put myself first.

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This is so dramatic. I'm obsessed. Maybe there will be a part two but honestly it depends on Jude's decision 😭

[simslegacy5083]

Today's (11/25/2024) Episode: Retail Reinvention

Skye’s parents seemed happy with Elyse’s plan to take him shopping: “Have fun you two… and don’t spend all our simoleons in one place!”

However, as soon as the kids were out of sight Luigi dopped his smile and turned to Noemi. “I was really looking forward to helping Skye pick out some new outfits, and maybe even one for myself. I didn’t feel right shooting down their little master plan though. He would have been devastated.”

Noemi nodded. “I know what you mean. I worry about them out there where we can’t guide and help them, but encouraging his initiative is key to helping him grow up. After all, this is just a trip to the local retail shop, not Selvadorada.”

Luigi wandered around moodily until Noemi gave him a kiss and suggested: “Letting them go by themselves was the right choice, but there’s no reason we can’t go shopping ourselves. A little retail therapy for that outfit you wanted, and maybe a quick visit to the gym, will make you feel better.”

“That sounds marvelous” Luigi told her “I knew I married you for a reason!” Noemi punched him lightly on the shoulder at that, laughing before taking his hand and following the path the younger generation had just recently gone down, arriving in no time at their own shopping destination.

At a much less upscale shop than his parents were visiting Skye stared critically at his reflection in the mirror “Do you really think I can pull this off?”

“You look great!” Elyse assured him “I love that top on you, its perfect and it pairs really well with your new glasses. Now get changed while I grab the other things we picked out and we’ll head over to the makeup counter. Some dark eyeshadow and lipstick is essential to complete the look.”

“There… all finished” the salesclerk told him a few minutes later “what do you think?”

Skye had felt unsure about his new fashion choices, but he surprised himself by loving the makeup “Its perfect… thank you so much” he gushed as the smiling clerk tossed all the eyeshadow and lipstick she had used into his shopping basket for him to bring home.

“Elyse, come smell this!” Skye called out as they trailed behind the sales sim “Maybe I can get some of this too?”

“Skye, that’s perfume silly!” Elyse laughed at his confused expression. “Girls wear perfume, boys wear cologne… everyone knows that!” she sighed “What AM I going to do with you!? Come on, let’s pay for your makeup and then we’ll find something to make you smell nice and manly”.

Returning as promised to the table full of scents Skye let Elyse guide him towards some cologne that he thought smelled OK. He still didn’t see why he couldn’t just buy the awesome perfume, but he trusted his friend and certainly didn’t want to be laughed at for “doing it wrong”.

“You’ll love this – trust me!” Elyse declared as they ended their trip at a nail salon. “One pedicure and one foot massage please” she asked the clerk.

“Pick your color” the sales associate said, pointing towards the nail samples “Oh, look at that sparkly blue!” Skye exclaimed, “I want that one!”

“Skye” Elyse shook her head, “I’M getting the pedicure, you’re getting a foot massage. They don’t paint your nails with that.”

“Well then, I want a pedicure too.” he told her, but she only shook her head again. “Boys don’t paint their nails, Skye. Seriously.���

Skye really wanted to wear the pretty polish, but he couldn’t recall seeing any of his guy friends with painted nails, so he didn’t argue. That didn’t stop him from glancing at the array of sparkly colors the whole time he was getting his massage. It seemed unfair that he wasn’t allowed to sparkle.

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[ejzah]

A/N: Well, the time has finally come. Thank you to each and every one of you who has read and followed this story that originally started out as a silly tumblr post. See you for the next one!

***

In Miss Blye’s Class, Epilogue

Deeks popped his head into the bathroom, frowning at Caleb, who stood in front of the mirror, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Hey, what’s taking so long? Usually I have to beg you to make it to two minutes and you’ve been in here for ten.”

“I think I’m getting sick,” Caleb mumbled around his toothbrush.

Deeks reached out, feeling his forehead. “Hm, are you really?” he asked, not surprised when Caleb’s eyes danced to the side, looking extremely guilty. “Ok, what’s going on?”

“Why can’t Kensi be my teacher again? If she can teach people in college, then she should know enough to teach first grade,” Caleb sighed finally.

“Caleb, we’ve gone over this all summer. You know why,” Deeks answered, starting to lose his patience just a tiny bit. He bumped Caleb’s butt with his knee. “C’mon, scoot.”

“Daaaad.” Hunching his shoulders, Caleb gave him a pleading look. “I just want to stay with you or Kensi.” There was a slight tremble in his voice underneath the whine, and Deeks sighed.

Putting aside his irritation and the need to leave, Deeks squatted in front of him. He gestured at Caleb until he came closer, leaning into his chest. Sometimes it was easy to forget that even though he’d grown in so many ways, both physically and maturity-wise, Caleb was still a little boy.

“Hey, I know that it’s scary to start new things sometimes. It’s true you probably won’t have all the same classmates and Kensi won’t be your teacher, and that’s going to be hard for a little bit. Soon, you’ll be too busy learning all kinds of amazing things and playing with all your friends, that you won’t have time to think about everything that’s changed.”

“I guess,” Caleb mumbled.

“You met Mrs. Craig and she was nice, right?” Deeks asked, and Caleb gave a one-shouldered shrug.

“She gave you a new book, which you’ve read no less that ten times since then, and you liked the classroom pet.”

“The lizard was pretty cool,” he admitted. Deeks could tell his protests were starting to peter out, so he hugged him a little closer, and reminded him,

“If you are having a really tough time, Kensi said you can come see her during lunch, but I bet you won’t have to.”

“And you’ll pick me up?” he checked.

“Absolutely. As soon as they let you out.” He paused, giving Caleb a minute to process everything. “You good now?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome. Now we gotta leave before all three of us are late. Go get your shoes and backpack,” he said, kissing the top of his head, and nudging him towards the door. “Love you, kiddo.”

“Love you, dad.”

He walked into the master bedroom checkin his watch; they had approximately five minutes before they needed to leave. Kensi stood in front of the floor length mirror in one of her sundresses, and he momentarily forgot about the time.

“You look amazing,” he told her, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

“Thank you.” Kensi eyed his reflection. “You better not change out of that suit before I get home.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Caleb was acting a little odd at breakfast. Is everything ok? Kensi asked as she reached back to put on a necklace.

“Just first day jitters,” he assured her, automatically closing the necklace clasp for her. “He’s worried the new teacher won’t measure up to his last one.”

“Oh, well, I heard she was pretty good.”

“Mm, extremely good. She’s taught me all kinds of things.” Deeks lowered his eyes suggestively, and Kensi leaned back slightly so she brushed again his chest, and he settled his hands on her hips. They stayed there for half a minute until he sighed in regret.

“School sucks,” he said in a fair approximation of Caleb. Kensi snorted, turning to kiss him before she wandered off to get shoes.

When they reached the living room, Caleb balanced on the back of the couch, Captain America backpack on, a Lego figure in one hand, and a book tucked under his other arm.

“You ready to go?” Deeks asked, holding out his hand.

“Yeah.” Hopping off the couch, Caleb ran to them, slipping between Kensi and Deeks to take each other their hands in his.

“I think I’m gonna give Matthew my Star Wars Lego,” Caleb said, looking up at Kensi. “Do you think I’ll see him at recess?”

“I’m sure you will. And after school, you get to hang out with me until it’s time to leave,” Kensi informed him.

“Yes!” Caleb pumped released Deeks’ hand to pump his hand in the air.

As Caleb chattered away, his fears forgotten for the moment, Deeks shared a look with Kensi.

Yeah, this was going to be a good year.