#sat on the floor after dinner and started bouncing

[pseudowho]

You and Kento bustled through the kitchen, and with your arms full of plates, you couldn't resist giving the top of Yuuji's head a nuzzle and a kiss as you passed.

Yuuji smiled at you both, full and warm for the first time in years. You and Kento felt his eyes on you as you weaved past each other, in a practiced after-dinner-clean-up Tango.

"Ah...hey, Nanamin, I-- I've got, uh...I've got a, uhm..."

Kento's interest was piqued. He stopped washing up and, with one raised fine eyebrow, turned to regard Yuuji while he dried the suds off his forearms.

"What is it, Yuuji?"

Yuuji looked awkward. Eventually, he stuttered out through a sheepish grin.

"I've uh...I've got a date tomorrow, so I won't be home for dinner."

A gasp. A smash!clinkclinkclink as you dropped a mug to the floor, and Kento closed his eyes in wounded resignation for the death of his favourite mug. You stepped across him, pressing your palms to the counter, wild-eyed at Yuuji.

"A date?"

"Uh...y-yea--"

"A date date?"

"...I...Nanamin, I'm scared--"

"--she can't hurt you, Yuuji--"

"A date!"

You could barely contain your excitement; Kento huffed, plucking pieces of porcelain from the floor, while you squished Yuuji's cheeks and cooed.

Yuuji barely escaped in one piece that evening before bed, grilled for any piece of information you could get your hands on. Eventually, he escaped, the lock clicking behind him as he shut his bedroom door.

Flopping onto your back into bed beside Kento, with enough force to make his reading glasses bounce on his nose, you sighed with one dramatic arm across your forehead.

"I'm just so happy for him, Kento."

A warm little smile; a folding of the book. "Yeah. Yeah, me too. Did he say who it was?"

"You know, of all the things I asked him, I didn't ask him that."

A chuckle, a hum...a silence. A rustle of pages. A gentle removal of reading glasses, and Kento looked over you with quiet scrutiny, as if your state of undress in a t-shirt and nothing more stirred memories for him.

You blinked up at him, "...what's wrong?"

Kento's nose flared, and he laid down beside you, switching the light off. You could hear him blushing in the dark.

"Do you think Yuuji's a virgin?"

You felt a thud of realisation, and answered, "I...should think he probably is. I...what should we..."

"Don't worry," Kento answered, clipped and looping an arm over your waist, "I can handle that."

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"Yuuji. If you have a moment, could you come and speak to me, please?"

You felt an alarm bell in your soul. The sun was setting, on the evening of Yuuji's date, but Kento was still fully dressed. He'd even buttoned his suit jacket up and redone his tie. His pocket rustled. You could have sworn you saw a droplet of sweat drip down his temple.

You paused your murder documentary...and watched, for this would surely be more horrifying. Yuuji leaned round the bathroom door, innocently curious, and padded over with his hands in his pockets. He pulled out his phone.

"Ah...y-yeah, I think they'll be here in a minu--"

"Sit down. Please. Yuuji."

You could have sworn Kento left dents in the top of the chair that he grasped. Yuuji sat slowly, wary, looking between you and Kento. From your place on the sofa, you shrugged. Kento spoke.

"You're...a young man now, Yuuji."

"Ah...yeah. I-I guess I am. Thank--"

"--and sometimes young men have...urges."

You wished for death, but would take the entertainment before you expired. Yuuji's blush started at his chin, and climbed slowly upwards, a sun-ripening peach.

"...Nanamin. Please, you-- you don't have to do--"

"--and it's important to understand the difference between lust, and love."

"Oh god, Nanamin, I'm begging you--"

"--and while it's only natural to follow your urges, it's important to do so responsibly--"

"--Mrs.Nanamin, I'm scared--"

"--he can't hurt you, Yuuji--"

Kento pulled the rustling packet from his pocket, and placed it before Yuuji on the table. The room was thick with silence. Yuuji spoke, his voice breaking and his soul sweating.

"...Nanamin, please say that's candy--"

"I've bought you these condoms--"

"--please just let me die, Nanamin--"

"--ribbed, dots, big, small, strawberry I think--"

"--please-- I have to go--"

"--and I only ask that you're sensible and treat your partner with the respect and dignity they deserve--"

"--please treat me with the respect and dignity I deserve and just kill me Nanamin--"

"...and be home by midnight."

Silence. You had held your breath through the whole thing, and held one hand over your mouth. You studiously avoided Yuuji's gaze. Yuuji's mouth puckered, staring up at Nanami, who looked as serious as a car crash.

Yuuji's phone rang. He snatched it up, and made for the door. Kento called after him, mild, "Your condoms, Yuuji--"

"--oh well shit yeah can't forget those, fuck--"

"--language, Yuuji--"

Yuuji stood at the door, considering answering back. He took a single deep breath. He swallowed hard, and stopped himself from scarpering immediately, and turned back to Kento.

"Hey, uh...was that, erm...was that difficult for you, Nanamin?"

"It was the worst thing I've ever done in my life."

"Yeah, it--it felt it, uhm..." Yuuji waggled the bag of condoms with a smirk, pocketing them, "Thanks, dad. Nobara and Megumi are waiting. We'll go for a date, and the other idiot's our chaperone apparently."

As the door clicked closed, Kento released one great heaving breath, and arched back with his hands over his face, releasing an enormous, animalistic groan of agony.

You bubbled over, snickering, and traced one toe up Kento's thigh from behind.

"...oh hey, Mr.Nanami, sir, can you teach me about the birds and the bees--"

"Quiet."

[blondieeu]

salvatore. nanami k.

cw: filthy, age gap

reader is 23, nanami is like 30-45 if you have a problem then go away

an arranged marriage with nanami.

your parents selfishly gave you away to him as a business move. on your end it was involuntary, but on his it was just something so he could take over his fathers business faster that required having a wife.

nanami kento is way older than you— at least got 10-15 years on you. he woke up early, worked out, shaved his face every week and stayed in his office for most of the day, giving you space. nanami was grown.

nanami kento was also a very traditional man, hence why your parents chose him. he enjoyed a traditional household. nanami worked during the day, handled business, his fathers business that he was in the works of taking over, and you? he only expected you to play the housewife role, giving you money when asked for various tasks. he only really asked for you to take care of the house and laundry.

you tried your best to not like him— to spite your parents. you really tried to ignore him every night when you went to sleep in the same bed together, you tried to stay quiet when he asked vague questions about what you wanted for dinner or what you wanted to do that day.

but you couldn’t ignore how attractive your husband was. he was mature and he always smelled good. you couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together when he got a faint stubble on his face when it neared his time to shave again.

so after a couple months of moving in together you’re sitting at the dinner table, on the topic about trying to have sex or not. there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that you didnt wanna have sex with nanami. even if you were pissed that your parents married you off, you did like your husband.

“we don’t have to.”

he said it bluntly, taking another bite of the pasta as he sat on the other side of the table. he was dressed in a collared shirt, a tie neatly around his neck.

you quickly picked up the glass of wine on the table. glass barely even touched before you started drinking regardless of you being well into the meal. you didn’t drink wine.

“i wouldn’t mind trying.”

he didn’t have any real expression on his face as he ate. glasses a little further down his nose than usual as he finished the pasta with one last big bite.

“okay. we’ll try tonight then.”

“ohhnnnggshiiittt”

nanamis cock was fat and gritty. must’ve had about a million veins on it because you swear you could feel every single one. he was well groomed as well, he kept it hairy but to an extent which was expected from him.

he knew how big his cock was. he knew it was big all the way from when he even brought up the topic of having sex to begin with. getting into the bedroom and having him avoid taking his cock out until you were all prepped and in a daze.

and nanami made you feel so full with him. could feel him all the way up in your stomach. he made fucking sure you knew he was in there too from the way he pressed and pushed around at your abdomen whenever he got a chance.

your husband had your ass at the end of the bed. all perked up for him as he stood behind you on the floor. nanami had his hands on both sides of your upper back as he pushed you farther down into your shared comforter.

“does it feel better like this? or in the—previous position?”

his voice sounded out of breath, quiet subtle groans coming from him as he waited for his question to be answered. his pretty blond hair falling out of its usual perfect place but his pace never ever faltered.

it was honestly sickening for nanami to seriously expect a response from you like this. your body so hot, kisses and sweat coating it with your face so fucked out. eyes glossing over and your mouth half open, head bobbing with every stroke he gifted you.

the various pornographic noises that left your mouth bounced off the walls and throughout the house along with the even worse sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass over and over.

“n-amiiii”

“talk to me”

your new husband was quick to grab a fistful of your hair and pull you up from your position on the bed. forcing your head to rest on his shoulder and letting his hands glide along your body.

his fingers traced symbols and letters—his name— on your clit, the other pinching and pulling at your breasts while he kept rocking his hips into yours, mindlessly. your hands wrapped around both of his wrists, pushing at his waist and thighs softly.

“s’good nami”

“yeah?”

the blond started to kiss at your neck, his stubble tickling you but his motions never stopping. he was so experienced at this, made you feel so naive, inexperienced.

blondieeu xx

a/n: haven’t written for my fav in a while and i had this locked up in my drafts!!!

[thesecondhandwoman]

Omg I love the domestic caitvi and their kid😭

How about one where cait or vi was so stressed and tired from work or something and reader just wanted to play but instead cait or vi accidentally lashed out on her and she ran out of the room to her bedroom and started crying and started to think that maybe her mom doesn’t love her anymore or something, in the end cait or vi apologize to reader, they made up and cuddle or play together

SOFT APOLOGIES

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: Being Vi and Caitlyn’s little kid had some difficulties, especially when Caitlyn was already tired with work, while you were a little bundle of energy wanting attention. Sometimes leading to some needed apologies.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Part two of Motherly Love.

The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, painting the house in soft, dusky light. Dinner had been eaten, dishes half-done, and the usual hum of warmth filled the home. But something was different tonight. The weight of the day had settled heavily on Caitlyn’s shoulders, her normally pristine posture sagging ever so slightly as she worked through a pile of paperwork at the kitchen table. Her brow was furrowed, her movements sharp, a quiet tension radiating from her.

Vi wasn’t home yet, stuck with her own share of responsibilities. That left you, five years old and bursting with energy, darting around the living room with Bunny in one hand and a superhero cape tied around your neck.

You didn’t notice Caitlyn’s tight jaw or the way her sighs grew heavier each time her pen scratched across the paper. You only saw your mommy—your kind, brilliant mommy who could do anything—and you wanted her attention.

“Mommy!” you called, skipping into the kitchen. Bunny bounced against your side, his floppy ears trailing behind you. “Mommy, look! I’m a superhero!”

Caitlyn didn’t look up. “That’s wonderful, darling,” she said absently, her tone clipped.

Undeterred, you twirled in place, your cape fluttering behind you. “Mommy, did you see? Did you see how fast I can go?”

Another sharp sigh escaped her lips. She set her pen down, finally glancing at you. Her smile was thin and tired. “I see, sweetheart. But I’m very busy right now. Why don’t you play in the living room for a while?”

“But I want to play with you,” you insisted, bouncing on your toes. Bunny jostled in your hand as you held him up toward her. “Bunny wants to play too! Please, Mommy?”

Caitlyn’s patience, already stretched thin, snapped.

“For the love of—darling, not now!” she said sharply, her voice louder than you’d ever heard it. “I have so much to do, and I can’t focus with you underfoot! Just go to your room for a little while!”

Her words hit you like a gust of cold wind. Your small frame stilled, your wide eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Bunny dangled limply in your grip.

“Go on,” Caitlyn said, her tone softer but still firm. “Please, darling. I just need some quiet.”

Without another word, you turned and ran. Bunny’s ears trailed behind you as you bolted down the hallway, your small feet thumping against the floor. Caitlyn called your name only a minute after you ran, but you didn’t stop.

In your room, you curled up on your bed, Bunny clutched tightly to your chest. The superhero cape now felt silly, like it didn’t belong to you anymore. You buried your face against Bunny’s soft fur, the first sob breaking free as your mind spun with unfamiliar and frightening thoughts.

Mommy’s mad at me.

She doesn’t love me anymore.

Maybe I’m too annoying, maybe she wishes I wasn’t here.

The tears came faster, soaking Bunny’s fur as you squeezed him tighter, your chest heaving with hiccupping breaths.

Back in the kitchen, Caitlyn sat frozen, her head in her hands. The echo of her raised voice played on a loop in her mind, each repetition sharper than the last.

She sighed deeply, rubbing her temples as guilt clawed at her chest. What was I thinking, snapping at her like that?

Vi walked through the door moments later, her boots clunking softly against the floor. She took one look at Caitlyn’s face and frowned. “Hey, cupcake. You alright?”

Caitlyn shook her head, her eyes tired and full of regret. “I-I snapped at her, Vi. She wanted to play, and I just, I yelled. She ran off crying, and now—” Her voice wavered.

Vi’s face softened. “Hey, hey. We all have rough days. But you know what you gotta do, right?”

Caitlyn nodded, already standing. “I need to fix this.”

Your sniffles had quieted, though tears still clung to your lashes when Caitlyn pushed open your bedroom door. She found you curled up on the bed, your little body trembling slightly as you hugged Bunny close. The sight made her heart ache.

“Darling?” she said softly, kneeling beside your bed.

You peeked at her through red-rimmed eyes, your lip trembling.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Caitlyn whispered, reaching out to gently touch your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to shout. I had a hard day, but that’s no excuse for being unkind to you.”

You sniffled, your voice small. “You don’t love me anymore?”

Caitlyn’s heart shattered. She scooped you into her arms, holding you close as tears filled her own eyes. “Oh, no, my darling. Never. I love you more than anything in the world. You are my sunshine, my heart, my everything.”

Your tiny hands clung to her shirt as you buried your face in her neck. “Really?”

“Really,” she promised, her voice firm and full of love. “I’m so sorry for making you feel otherwise.”

Vi appeared in the doorway, her usual grin softened into something warm and comforting. “Hey, squirt,” she said, stepping inside. “You okay?”

You nodded slowly, still snuggled against Caitlyn.

“Good,” Vi said, ruffling your hair gently. “Wanna know a secret? Your mommy’s a superhero too. She just had a tough mission today.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at Caitlyn with wide eyes. “Really?”

Caitlyn smiled, wiping a tear from your cheek. “Really. But the only thing I want to do now is spend time with my favorite hero. What do you say? Forgive me?”

Your bottom lip wobbled again, but this time it was followed by a small, teary smile. “Okay, Mommy. I forgive you.”

The three of you ended up back in the living room, the paperwork forgotten. Caitlyn and Vi worked together to build you a brand-new superhero cape out of an old scarf, complete with Bunny-sized accessories so he could join in your adventures.

When bedtime finally rolled around, you were nestled between them on the couch, Bunny tucked safely under your arm. Caitlyn smoothed down your hair while Vi traced gentle circles on your back.

“Love you, Mommy,” you murmured sleepily.

“Love you, too, darling,” Caitlyn whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, squirt,” Vi added, her voice soft and warm.

And in the safety of their arms, you drifted off to sleep, knowing without a doubt that their love was as strong as ever.

A love that stayed, no matter what.

A/N: yes, this part also had another falling asleep ending, but only because I wanted to tie the last line with the title.

[urblondiebaby]

WHAT ONCE WAS

Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

At dinner with Jacaerys, your newly betrothed, the pair of you recount memories from your childhood. wc: 1.2k fluffy asf 💌

“We used to be friends once. Do you remember that?”

This wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have nor wanted to have at the current moment. Sat with your newly betrothed and his family at the dinner table, you watched while your mother and father chugged down wine like it was their last night alive. From your seat, you could see your brothers’ dancing with women that were not their wives, lustful looks in each of their eyes.

You supposed your betroval could’ve been worse, a hundred times over. You could’ve been wed to someone like your brothers, promiscuous and irresponsible, or like your betrothed’s uncles, cold and cruel beyond belief.

No, Jacaerys was a proper gentleman which is why you almost felt bad sipping your wine and lying through your teeth. “Not particularly.”

Everything had changed since then, there was no point in admitting that your heart swelled at the memories of when you were young, harboring a crush on a boy you thought would never be yours. It was better to forget. To diminish the hope that he was still the lovely boy he once was.

“No?” Jacaerys repeated as if he didn’t believe you, leaning forward to rest his head in his palm. In the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you underneath his eye lashes, his lips twitching as he fights a teasing smile. “Nothing at all?”

Sighing softly, you kept your eyes staring ahead, refusing to give him the even slightest affirmation to his question, yet he continued. His head fell off his hand as he spoke, tilting to meet his shoulder as he looked at you with endearment. “Do you remember when we played tag around the castle and you fell and scraped your knees?”

It’s like you can see it from an outsider’s perspective as he describes it, the edges of your mind blurred by nostalgia.

The sound of your laughter echoing the castle walls, the quick thumps of your feet padding the concrete floor, hands bracing against each corner to boost your momentum.

Sparing a glance behind you, you can visualize the bounces of his brown curls, baring his teeth with joy as his hands reach to grab you, but you push forward, the last of your energy— which you shouldn’t have done because it sent you tripping, missing the very last step and landing on your knees.

But you didn’t cry because of your scraped knees, even though you can remember the burn of your skin, the blood dripping down your shins as Jacaerys brought you to your mother. You sobbed into Jacaerys’ shoulder as the maidens rubbed ointments onto your cuts, your hands fumbling to grasp the mud covered edges of your dress so it wouldn’t interfere with their practice.

Your betrothed finishes your thought for you. “You started crying because you ruined your favorite dress. Although, I thought it still looked pretty.”

Jacaerys’ eyebrows jump, as if he was surprised when you turned to him. He must’ve been close to a heart attack when he saw a small smile on your lips. Nodding as you talked, you continued the memory, “It had grass stains from when we played outside. By the lake.”

He doesn’t chastise you for lying earlier, instead he just smirks at the memory. “You pushed me in.”

You suck in a small breath as you turn your body to him fully, your eyes wide— defenses ready on your tongue. He kept trying to get you to sit with him, to kick your legs in the water and reap the benefits of the cold water of the hot day. It was your brothers who waved you in, mischief dripping from the tongues as they pushed you back toward your friend. You braced your hands on his shoulders and just shoved.

Right after the deed had been done, you were overwhelmed with guilt, your brothers’ cackles ringing in your ears as your lips trembled watching Jace gasp for air.

“My brothers coerced me to! I would’ve never done that myself.”

Jacaerys shook his head, knees lightly knocking into yours as moved to match your position. He glared playfully. “You were a little devil.”

He forgave you immediately though. Pulling you into a hug, soaking your clothes, but you hadn’t mind. You were just happy he wasn’t mad at you.

Snorting at his accusation, eyes finding your dancing brothers in the crowd once more. They never did change. Still wild, crazy, and deceitful as the day they popped out your mother’s womb. The poor woman. You hope your children won’t turn out like your brothers. You hope Jacaerys hasn’t changed. In the midst of your reverie, you don’t notice how the man next to observes you. How his eyes memorize the colors in your eyes, the slope of your nose, the dip of your cupids bow. He hopes this all will become a memory one day— the quick shift between your awkwardness to your full encompassing love.

He knows he’ll love you, just as he had when you were children.

It’s Jacaerys’ voice that drawls you back from your thoughts, your eyes turned to his, but he’s focused on picking at the table cloth. “I remember, last time I saw you, I cried because I had to leave.”

Without meaning to, your smile deepens, something stirring in the pit of your stomach. Teasing, you whisper, “You cried?”

Jacaerys rolls his eyes, running a hand through his curls as he finally makes eye contact with you. “I fancied you. Of course, I got teary eyed when I was forced away.”

For a beat, it’s like your heart stopped, overwhelmed by the weight of the words he threw so nonchalantly. Like it didn’t matter. Like it didn’t make your stomach flutter and a heat to your cheeks. You’re in complete disbelief. “You fancied me?”

“Don’t rub it in,” he scoffed.

“No, it’s just…” I fancied you too.

The words are left unspoken, but it doesn’t stop you from spiraling. Throwing your head back in laughter, you sound close to ugly, but you’re happy. You haven’t been happy in a while.

“There’s the smile,” he says it like he missed it. In all fairness, he does. When he flew on his dragon and hadn’t been welcome by the familiar grin in your lips, a bit of his heart shattered in his chest. He was glad he got you smiling at him again because when he was seven years of age, that was all he wanted to do. It’s all he wants to do. For the rest of his life. “I can remember that.”

“Jacaerys—.”

“You used to call me Jace,” he says, growing the courage to connect your hands together, holding both of them just as he planned since he was child. “I liked it when you said it.”

“Would you like it if I called you Jace?”

He smiled sweetly. “Very much so.”

There’s no other way to describe it other than that it feels right; the two of you together again, smiling at each other like idiots while you reminisce, holding each other’s hands like you were already wed. Like this had been planned since the beginning.

Jace’s thumb caresses your ring finger— where his wedding ring would be on the morrow.

Maybe, you two can make things the way they once were. Together. Happy. And in love.

i’ll edit and proof read later 💀 if this is shit i apologize

jacaerys velaryon, i will love you forever 💌

[wileys-russo]

Before the void. “You have a new best friend!?”

part of the fresa universe new best friend II a.putellas

if there was something alexia was used to being the eldest of three, it was an utter lack of peace and quiet. so when she opened the front door after training, body drained and muscles aching with exhaustion and called out hello without any answer back, her guard was up.

her mami's car was in the driveway, evening slippers missing where they normally sat by her door, alba's bedroom light was on and her school uniform was in a crumpled mess on the floor, and your backpack was on your bed, papers strewn about and the sneakers alexia had laced up for you before you left this morning were discarded in the corner.

so then where was everyone?

a second search of the house again didn't turn anything up, and poking her head out the back door the fading late afternoon sun bathed the empty backyard in a soft orange glow.

but right as alexia was about to grab her phone and call someone, she noticed a sliver of light coming from beneath the garage door, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

nobody had really stepped foot in there the last two years, that used to be your papi's little hideaway from a house full of women, and though it had seldom been changed since his passing alexia knew her mami snuck out there every now and then to speak with him and make sure things were nice and tidy.

but before she could investigate any further there was a bang of a door and the thunder of footsteps through the once quiet house causing her to jolt.

"ale! ale! ale! ale! ale!" the chant had a small chuckle pulled from her lips as she called out she was in the kitchen, sliding the back door closed right as you skidded around the corner.

"catch me!" you demanded, already launching yourself at her before you'd finished your sentence, small body hurtling into alexia who grunted but scooped you up.

"hola!" you chirped happily, kissing her cheek as alexia tapped it expectantly. "hola fresita. and where have you been?" your sister asked with a smile as your arms wound around her neck hugging her tightly.

you were almost eight now and slowly starting to hit a late growth spurt, still smaller than most of your friends and classmates, and definitely a lot shorter than both of your sisters at that age.

but no matter how tall you'd grow alexia would carry you around for as long as you'd let her, so the fond roll of eli's eyes as she spotted you up and in your sisters arms wasn't unexpected.

"we went to the pet store!" you replied with a grin, alexia's eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you wiggled and she placed you back down on your feet, alba trudging in tiredly with her arms full.

"fresa! podrías haber ayudado idiota!" your sister grunted, alexia's confusion furthering at the large glass tank and assortment of objects stuffed inside which alba slowly placed down carefully onto the counter.

"mami?" alexia questioned expecting her to provide some context, eli holding both her hands up silently as her head dipped into the fridge to rummage around and start dinner.

but if you heard alba you ignored her, quickly grabbing alexia's hand and tugging her toward the back door. "come meet my new best friend!" you chirped, practically bouncing on the spot as a new look flashed across alexia's face.

and alba, didn't miss it. "scared you have been replaced?" the younger girl smirked, pouring herself a glass of water as alexia's eyes rolled and you huffed, still trying to yank your sister toward the door but having no luck.

"ale vamos! i want you to meet hector." you ordered, stamping your foot and glaring up at her as alexia looked on, completely lost as to what all of this was about.

"mami? le compraste un perro?" alexia ignored you, tugging her hand from your iron clad grip as you groaned and tried to pull her by the hem of her hoodie instead, batted away again and huffing at your failure.

"sí, un perro durmiendo en un tanque. tonta!" alba snickered as alexia shot her a glare. "ale. ven conmigo!" you whined, hitting her leg repeatedly as your sister sighed and finally looked down at you.

then as alexia glanced back to the tank, her eyes widened.

"aye dios mío is hector a snake!?" your sister asked wide eyed, hands on your shoulders and staring right down at you as you now rolled your eyes, looking scarily like a carbon copy of a much younger alexia which is what alba muttered as she snuck off to her bedroom.

"noo!" you groaned throwing your head back, grabbing her hand again and finally alexia allowed you to drag her outside and toward the garage. "hector is my best friend!" you parroted what you'd been saying all afternoon from the very moment eli picked you up from school.

mondays and fridays were the only days that alexia didn't collect you from school herself as training started earlier.

alba stepped in on fridays and eli on mondays, but alexia thrived in knowing that tuesday-thursday were your favorite as you'd come along to training with her.

and for as long as you could speak, alexia had been more than just your hermana, she had been your best friend, which you'd had no issues telling everyone and anyone who would listen, and alexia herself had also done the same, chest filling with pride every time.

"qué? you have a new best friend!? " alexia scoffed, not even sure what hector actually was yet, but still she felt the tendrils of jealousy prick at the back of her neck that she'd been so easily replaced.

normally whenever she got home from training on a day you weren't with her the moment she stepped through the door you'd be glued to her side like a shadow.

demanding she help with your homework (which she was awful at) play a game with you, read a book with you, help you get ready for bed, sit next to you at dinner, you idolised her.

but you hadn't seen her all day and yet all you could talk about was hector, your new best friend.

"hermana, meet hector! my new best friend." as you threw open the garage door you instantly lit up, gesturing happily to hector as alexia was frozen to the spot staring downward, your delighted little face peering up at her.

alexia wasn't sure what she had expected hector to be, focused too much on him being her replacement as your new best friend.

a turtle, hector was a turtle.

"pequeña. where did hector come from?" alexia squatted down to your height and asked slowly, hands on your shoulders stopping you from running away and eyes bore into yours with a look that warded you off lying to her.

not that you needed to anyway, unlike what alexia was fearing hector hadn't been kidnapped from the local park or the lake.

"school! its my turn to have hector. it was supposed to be elena's turn this week because her last name is omar and my last name is putellas, and o comes before p in the alphabet and-" you started to ramble, slowly straying more and more off track as alexia sighed.

"-but since she has the chicken pox she gets to have the week off school! so i get hector this week, and elena will have him next week." you beamed, clearly very happy with this news but there was two little words that had drowned out the rest of your sentence as alexia's eyes widened.

chicken pox, you hadn't yet had chicken pox.

but it wasn't for lack of trying, in fact eli had done her best to expose all of her girls at a young age knowing that despite being vaccinated most kids got it at least once, and alexia and alba both had it.

but your immune system was strong, and eli had foolishly assumed that meant you'd just not get it, in fact it wasn't common for kids above the age of six to get it.

but it was then that alexia noticed you'd in fact not been bouncing up and down with excitement like she first thought, you'd been itching, and scratching, and wiggling.

you frowned as alexia's arm shot out to grab your hand which tried to sneak its way up the back of your shirt, your back feeling hot and a little itchy you hadn't paid it much attention.

you'd spent the afternoon with hector doing laps up and down on the grass in the backyard, crawling along on your stomach and then when that grew boring you'd resorted to basically doing the backstroke instead much to eli's amusement as she watched on.

so when your tummy and back started to itch, you'd not thought anything of it, but now things were all starting to fall into place in alexia's mind, a little mini puzzle she hadn't realised was there all clicking together.

"oye, ale!" you groaned as your sisters hands grabbed you under your arms, your body going limp like a ragdoll as alexia carried you out of the garage and hurried back toward the house, ignoring your protests and demands to put you back down so you could go hang out with hector or he'd get lonely.

"mami? mami? mami!" alexia's voice grew louder with each shout, eli hurrying into the room, hands still wet from where she'd raced in from the bathroom.

"que? alexia por favor put your hermana down!" eli sighed as you echoed her words, kicking your feet and huffing as they still didn't meet the ground.

"stand still." alexia ordered, a strange look on your face as she finally put you down but on top of the dining table, eli's mouth already opening to yell at her to take your dirty feet off of it, but they died the moment alexia forcefully pulled your jumper and top off.

"ale!" you yelled your protests but they fell on deaf ears as both your sister and mami's faces froze at the little red dots all over your body, an irritated huff leaving your mouth as you scratched your back and winced a little.

"no! no scratching mi hija." eli warned sternly, alexia grabbing your hands and holding them out from your body, refusing to let go no matter how much you cried out your annoyance with her.

"fresa. when did you see elena?" alexia asked, having already filled eli in who rushed off to the bathroom to grab what she needed. "today! before she went home sick with the chicken pox." you rolled your eyes, having already told her this when she met hector.

"can i go play with hector now?" you whined, stomping your foot and blowing a loose piece of hair out of your face. "no pequeña, hector will have to go back to school tomorrow." alexia sighed, stomach dropping as your face fell.

"no! no no por favor. he is not my best friend! you are, i promise! don't make me take him back!" you begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and alexia winced at the obvious pain behind them, watching as your foot lifted to scratch at your legs which were clearly also covered in little red dots beneath your pants.

"por favor do not make me take him back. you are my best friend ale, you!" you tried to pull your arms free and launch at her in a hug, alexias heart cracking further as she had to continue to hold them away from you, knowing the moment she let go you'd be itching again.

"hey hey no mi fresita. it is not because of that!" alexia cooed softly, recognizing she needed to intervene as you were teetering on the edge of a meltdown. "elena has chicken pox, sí?" your sister asked as you nodded with a sniffle.

"well. you also have chicken pox nena, see?" alexia moved your arm so you could look at it, nodding to the little dots all over it as you frowned. "no. thats from the grass! i was playing with hector!" you shook your head as eli returned, a tub of calamine lotion in hand.

"no hija, it is from the chicken pox. you are itchy, no?" eli asked gently as you slowly nodded, not quite understanding. "chicken pox gets worse if you scratch mi amorcita, and this will make it less itchy." eli explained, popping open the tub and showing it to you as you sniffed and immediately recoiled.

"no!" you took alexia off guard and yanked your arms out of her grip, jumping off the table and sprinting off as alba appeared and was almost bowled over, opening her mouth with a scowl to yell after you.

"get her!" alexia spoke first, running off after you as alba paused for a moment, hearing a loud crash and a yell before you zoomed past her again, dodging eli who reached for you next.

"chicken pox. vamos!" alexia shoved alba who opened and closed her mouth but after a moment to process sprinted off into the backyard where you'd raced off to.

but she was too late as seconds later alexia stepped out of the garage, you firmly thrown over her shoulder and hector in her other hand, his little shell fitting perfectly in her grip as you wriggled and tried to get free.

one thing was for certain, this was going to be a long week, and if you didn't know it yet you'd know it soon, but you were going to need your best friend.

and turtles and classmates aside, alexia knew that would always be her.

[leah-lover]

Behind her eyes.WNBA!reader x Alexia putellas.

Summary: Alexia and R's relationship is tested after what happened at one of r's basketball games

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Your girlfriend’s eyes were the reason why you fell in love with her. They were the first thing that caught your attention when it came to her and they are the thing you looked for when you were lost, upset or angry.

You first noticed her hazel eyes when she sat court side at one of your games in barcelona. You had just joined the catalonian team after the end of the wnba season. It was your first time playing in the Spanish league. In fact, it was your first time playing overseas and you didn't acclimate very well. You didn't know anybody, you didn't speak the language, you were just lonely and homesick.

It all changed on one home game, alexia came with a bunch of her teammates to support your new team, she sat courtside and watched attentivly as your team played valencia. You weren't feeling like yourself in your new home yet so you hadn't put on your usual performance. It all changed when you got fouled and fell directly in front of her. Angry, you wanted to pick a fight with the player that fouled you but you got distracted by a perfect face or more less a pair of dreamy eyes. They took you back for a moment and you kept thinking about them for a couple plays. You even glanced at her direction when you weren't moving the ball. She lit a fire inside of you, one that you have been trying to ignite ever since you left the US. You had to do better, you had to impress this person and leave an impression on her.

After the break, in the 3rd quarter, you put your game face on and started to direct play on the floor. You shot 3s, layups, blocked shots, assisted your teammates and over all controlled play. By the end of the game, the crowd was loud , and your team was leading the game by 20 points, which is the most this team has ever led with . You were happy, and you were yourself again.

You were celebrating with your teammates and coach when the social media manager came to you and asked you to come take a picture with alexia and her teammates. You got nervous all of a sudden but you tried to keep your cool. You introduced yourself, took the photo and tried as much as you could to memorize her features.

“ Hey, your shooting ability is impressive.” she says, her spanish accent apparent in her english.

“ What we do here is easy compared to controlling a ball with your feet, and running on the giant field you guys play in for 90 minutes.” you reply.

“ I guess every sport has its ups and downs.” she added.

“ You want to take some shots?” you invited her while bouncing the ball on the floor. She hesitantly accepted and so you helped her by correcting her form allowing her to take shots.

“ Holy shit you might be coming for my job.” you complimented her.

“ I don't think so. I am pretty attached to football, or as you people say soccer.” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

“ don't count me in with those people calling it soccer and not football is pretty stupid.” you take another shot while holding eye contact with alexia. “ Besides, I am pretty damn good at my job.”

You two continue talking about the differences of your sports all the way down to the locker room where alexia’s teammates were waiting for her.

“ Come on, capi, we're gonna be late. “ says one of her teammates.

“ I came to one of your games, now it's your turn to come to mine.”

“ will do capi.” you joked before giving her a kiss goodbye.

Throughout the next couple of months you went to every game of hers you could and she did the same to you. You always stayed late talking, laughing, sometimes even practicing each other's sports after every game.

Talking after the game turned into dinners, then sex, and eventually you two started dating. You met her friends and family, and slept regularly at her house when you were in barcelona.

Your life seemed perfect, you were in your A game, you had a gorgeous girlfriend and you two loved the hell out of each other, you had friends in this strange new country who you would go out to brunch with on the weekend. You frankly were the happiest person in the world. Well, that only lasted for about 8 months.

It all happened at once in one second your perfect life came crashing down. During the playoffs, It was a regular 1v1 battle, you tried to turn around and make a shot but your knee thought otherwise and caused you to fall to the floor and scream out loud. The pain was inimaginable. Quickly, tears were streaming down your face, your teammates formed a huddle around you to shield you from the cameras, and the medic came rushing towards you.

“ hey do you hear me?” she asked. It was hard for you to focus. But all of a sudden it became clear, you didn't feel the pain anymore, and you stopped crying.

“ Non-contact injury, my knee, it's an ACL tear right?” you looked at the medic with a little hope in your eyes.

“ most likely. I am so sorry.” she said as she and her assistant tried to pull you up and help you hop to the locker room.

On the way there you look to your left and see a scared alexia. You looked at her eyes where you usually find solace and hope only to find sympathy and fear. She gave a reassuring smile but you looked at the ground immediately.

Once in the locker room, the medics began explaining the situation.

“ I know everything that’s gonna happen, I have been through this before. Its hard and it fucking sucks. I just want to go home now. I will be back tomorrow for scans.”

The medical team complies with your request and helps you go to the locker room to collect your things. Once you find yourself alone you smash one of your crutches on the ground multiple times, you bend the steel. You weren't proud of what alexia saw when she came in to check on you but you had to get the anger out of you. You would find out later that the crutch didn't get all of it.

Throughout the whole car ride flashes of the pain of rehab and hard work you put on only 3 years ago flooded your memory. You only got out of your head when you noticed the route that the car you were in was taking.

“ alexia i want to go home.” you say in a surprisingly harsh tone. She didn't look at you and continued driving.

“ alexia.” you repeat again.

“ You are not gonna scare me into pulling away from you.” she replied calmly.

“ Alexia, I just want to go home.” you say again not giving up your harsh tone.

“ we are going home amor. Home where I can be with you and take care of you.” .

“ I didn't ask you to. Just take me to my fucking house.”

What you said seemed to anger her so she pulled over. “ Let's get this out of the way now. First you are not going to drive me away, I love and I won't let you go. Second , you don't talk to me like that, not with that town and ot with those words. Third, call me Alexia again and you won't like what happens.” she shares eye contact with you again before putting her seat belt back on and driving home.

You didn't say a word through the rest of the car ride, you just dove into the sea of painful memories your brain prepared for you. When alexia notices your sudden change of demeanor, she puts her hand on your thigh only for you to flinch. You flinching at her touch meant that you were thinking about your past relationship and that's when alexia put two and two together.

You didn't realize that you two were home until Alexia opened your door and handed you your crutches.

“ alexia just take me to my house.”

“ We will talk about it upstairs, come one.”

You felt sick to your stomach, all you wanted to do was throw yourself in her arms and let her stroke your hair and scratch your back until you fell asleep.

Outside in the world and to the media your personality was larger than the world. You were loud, fun , playful, and funny. When you came you closed the door behind you and your girlfriend you craved to just lay on her and let her take care of you. However you were too proud to ever say anything out of fear she might not like the other side of the coin.

“Bébé talk to me please.”

You tried to keep your mouth shut. You tried so hard to swallow your words. But you could you couldn't keep it in anymore.

“ I am just so tired of pretending.” you whisper.

“ louder mi amor.”

“ This person I am about to become is grumpy, sad, angry and in pain. I am not gonna be the fun cocky person anymore. I have been through this before. It never fails to break me so please just take me home . I want to go home,and cry about my season at home that I lost. I want to cry about the fact that I will go through this miserable journey again. I want to cry about the fact that all I want is to be held by my girlfriend but I can't ask for that because I am afraid you will leave me. i just want to fucking cry.” by now you were hysterically crying and yelling. Alexia was holding you tight , her hands were becoming white.

“ I love you so much.” she just kept repeating that phrase over and over until you calmed down.

“ I will never leave you. I would love to hold you and take care of you and I don't pity you. You just had a fantastic season in a strange country and I am so proud of that and we will battle this together. “ she continued to rub your arms and whisper how much she loved you no matter what your mood was. You couldn't resist the temptation to drop your guard and be who you are anymore.

“ promise you will never leave me ale.” you plead.

“ I promise you that I will never leave. I am so sorry I didn't make you sure enough in my love for you. I promise you to do better.”

“ Can you help me take a bath and go to bed then. tomorrow is gonna be tough i need to sleep.

“ alright amor but first i want to hold you some more and stroke your hair.”

Somehow , She knew that that's what you ached for the most.

You turn your head and look into her eyes again to find love and admiration instead of the sympathy and fear that was there before so you relaxed and let her take care of you.

You knew since the moment you saw her that her eyes were your saving grace.

[mumoolin]

— only the sun has come this close, only the sun (kageyama tobio)

tobio kageyama loved consistency. that's why he stayed consistent in living a life with his beloved childhood friend.

THEMES ⋮ f!reader, childhood friends to lovers, bantering, kageyama tobio's love language is gift giving and acts of service kinda, badly written (a repost from a year ago) 3k words

tobio kageyama was probably somebody you could call your best friend. you grew up together, cooped up in the warmth of your mother's homemade soup as its scent lingered around your house's living room. (he always stayed around since his parents were always somehow busy with grown-up jobs)

you could remember the day as clear as his transparent water bottle back in elementary, containing that weird flavoured water (energy drink?) that he always drinks. (he claims it'll help him grow taller, though you think he's already tall enough.) (you like it better when you're the taller one.)

five-year-old you's face was glued to your living room's fan as you watched a movie you thought was interesting (you were bored) your mom was calling from the front door, but you couldn't bother moving. your eyes gawked towards the handsome male lead, eyes seemingly yearning for the pretty female lead. you don't really know the plot, as you came across it though flicking through channels, but you'd take anything over doing another chore under the hot sun. you wondered how actors make emotions look so real.

sweat trickled down your forehead despite the fan cooling you down (sheesh, summers in miyagi were harsh), but you didn't complain. you didn't notice at first, really, but a boy sat beside you, probably wanting a gist of the air coming from the fan too.

"he's staying here with us till dinner. be polite and greet him, okay?. his parents will be busy with work, and apparently, his grandpa went to his sister's practice. they're the kageyama's next door. stand up, would you?" your mom half scolded you when you scowled and pinched your cheeks as she urged you to stand up to greet the boy sitting beside you. you didn't even notice that they walked towards your spot.

"hi, nice to meet you." you looked over to the boy meekly. you've never really had many friends, and you've never befriended a boy, ever.

"i'm kageyama tobio. i'm five. do you play volleyball?" the weird kid asked you, his cobalt eyes looking at you intensely. was he serious? but you were glad your mom finally left you alone.

"no, i don't really like moving around. kinda." you saw him nodding, sitting down again as he joined you to watch the movie right after. he kept fidgeting with the volleyball he had with him (you wondered where he pulled that out from) (he was probably holding it when he introduced himself, but you couldn't really be paid to bother)

"why do you watch people kissing? you should switch the channel to the volleyball one," he looked at you intensely again, so you wondered if that's just how he normally looks at people. with.. passion? you really don't know.

"adult couples kiss a lot, it's normal. i'll switch the channels." you offered so that maybe he would stop pestering you by bouncing the volleyball on his hands (it made a weird sound against your house's wooden floor)

the television screen glitched slightly before stopping on a channel showing a volleyball game

"the number two guy's my favourite. he's good at setting and never misjudges a ball, " tobio rambled. you wondered what he meant by those terms, but at the end of the day, only he can fulfil his volleyball ranting endeavours—maybe until the day you started listening.

you fiddled with the keychain chained to your new randoseru, the one that your dad had brought for you (you gasped at the price tag since daddy dearest forgot to take it off and ended up shocked.)

nervous was an understatement for what you were feeling. it was your first day in elementary school, and you definitely woke up and got up too early. gobbling up your breakfast and brushing your teeth, you bid your father goodbye and kissed your mother on the cheek, setting off to the house next to yours—kageyama's.

you rang their fancy doorbell, and a girl spoke (his sister, probably. mom-geyama leaves early and comes home late, as you have noticed from too many forced sleepovers set by your mom)

before you could hear the girl greet you, she hushed somebody nearby (tobio) for running around the house early in the morning, and the intercom shut off.

tobio kageyama, in all his glory, wacked open the door, speeding towards the gate in front of you. and before you knew it, he was already in front of you, a paper with scribbles on his right hand, his volleyball on the other.

"miwa wrote this down. she said to follow all of the landmarks she described here. you should hold it." tobio handed you the paper, and your gaze immediately swept over the paper, carefully reading its contents.

"i'm sure there are lots of volleyballs there, tobio. why bother bringing that?" you asked, pointing at the worn-out leather-wrapped rubber ball in his hands. six year old you still couldn't comprehend the love and passion the boy had for the sport (it was too intense for a simpleton like you) but you thought it was just as much as the love you had for your gameboy.

"it won't feel the same as this one. i've been practicing with it for years," he said, but you weren't really having it.

"it might get confiscated, tobio." that apparently did the deal, as he threw it back to the front yard of his house.

that year's summer was not spent with your gameboy or your cringeworthy romantic films. it wasn't spent catching bugs or sleeping lazily around the house with your cat, grumpy (who weirdly looks a lot like tobio with his messy black fur and striking blue eyes.) it was spent tossing balls to the ravenette in your small backyard (thanks to your mom who hates your gameboy more than anything in the whole world) but you enjoyed it, probably because you were with tobio.

you were doomed the moment you fell for his adulation.

"tossing balls to me won't require that much moving, don't worry." was what he said a moment ago. now you were dripping in sweat in your snoopy tank top while you eagerly drank cold water from your fridge. tobio was occupied with your fan in your living room. turns out his love for volleyball can't really beat the summer heat.

"stay away from my fan, knucklehead. this is your fault." your actions said otherwise as you hand him a milk popsicle—the one you knew he liked, that's why you pestered your dear papa to buy a whole pack for when kageyama came over—while he steadied the fan to face you.

"we can share, if we don't we're both gunna die of heat stroke." you could see the genuine fear in tobio's eyes. he was dumber than you, after all. you hurriedly set the fan to move it's head around the two of you.

he was always there.

grampa-yama was watching tobio when you came over. there were three chairs set out near their television. tobio ran to the door to greet you, then excitedly schlepped you to sit on the chair next to the one he was sitting on.

"big sis miwa's at practice. this is grandpa. grandpa, this is my friend." kageyama spoke, not facing you, or his grandfather. his eyes were glued to the tv, watching a volleyball game. his grandfather smiled to you kindly, pushing a plate of biscuits towards you.

"nice to meet you, tobio's friend." tobio certainly did not get kageyama kazuyo's smile, as his grampa's was warm and welcoming. his was plain awkward. even his dimples did not make up for it.

while tobio was busy in the toilet, you whispered to grampa-yama, "did you know tobio's really really dumb! sensei made him write 'i will not sleep' many times in the blackboard. but sensei always says i'm a genius, that's why i help tobio in addition."

grampa-yama laughed at you, messing up your hair. "we've all got different strengths, it's nice to know tobio has such a funny friend."

"heh, i am the funniest. hey, which high school did you go to, tobio wants us to go there, but he won't tell me its name."

"shiratorizawa, dear. shiratorizawa." grampa-yama said proudly, taking a sip once more from his tea. "he might've just forgotten the name."

you sat there until tobio came back.

"what team is winning? you asked, taking a bite of the yummy biscuit set in front of you. "the blue one, we cheer for that one." tobio answered, looking at you with a smile.

grampa-yama was sweet and kind.

your afternoon passed just like that, and now you were in tobio's room, full from dinner (takeouts). tobio always insisted on alying out two futons, despite having his own bed, just to lie down beside you (and bug you the whole night, probably).

"why'd you always sleep next to me? you coddle my blanket, too! stupid-tobio!" you scoffed slightly, tugging your blanket away from his pouting face.

"well, this stupid-tobio lays out a futon for you. 'm not stupid! he argued, tugging back the blanket. what was the use of two futons when you shared a blanket, anyway.

elementary passed by in a blink, and now you were fourteen, almost finished with junior high school. the first day was spent with tobio, as per usual. you both made a habit out of walking to school and home together (which didn't really matter to you, he was always around anyway), so he's probably your best friend by now.

you do everything best friends do; he eats dinner at your house, you sleep over his. you let him play on your gameboy and he asks you to toss balls for him.

kitagawa daiichi was pleasant (for you), but you couldn't really understand why tobio's volleyball teammates liked having you around.

"why do i have to sit through your practice? i'm busy," you reasoned, although tobio's teammates, kunimi and kindaichi, probably couldn't care less.

"he's less mad when you're around. he's probably in love with you or something. deal with it for a while longer, please. i can't bear with that stupid guy anymore." kindaichi sighed, walking over his water bottle while kunimi followed. you didn't really understand. tobio was nice, nice to you, and nice to your mom. maybe it was because of grampa-yama not lifting his head from the hospital bed.

speaking of the devil, he entered the gymnasium holding two cartons of drinks. (you assumed the strawberry milk was yours. he always got it for you). he stabs the straws of the two drinks before handing the pink one to you (you were right) and hurriedly sipped on his drink.

"just a few minutes more. we can go home after. sorry."

"i don't mind, i'll wait for you here."

walking with tobio was warm, you thought. it should be cold, but it didn't really matter. your left hand was holding his right, shoved in his jacket's front pocket. you were weirdly flustered.

you don't know when it started. when you checked yourself double in your room's mirror before going out with tobio for his volleyball practice. you started picking out cute clothes to wear whenever he came over to your house. you started to indulge yourself in cosmetics—like all the girls in your class do—to seem more grown-up and mature. tobio didn't get it at all. he also didn't get why you don't change into your joggers when you attend his practices. you'd always sit pretty in a skirt. (which is the reason why you're shivering when you step out of the gym. tobio has to wait for you to change into his extra joggers.)

nontheless, he knew not to bother you about it that much. though he thought you were the prettiest when you were just you.

he spends half of his allowance buying you pretty hair clips, and your favourite was the first one he gave you, the one with a pretty sakura flower on it. he shows up randomly in your house (at 8 am or 8 pm, no in between), just to hand you a pretty hair clip, eat dinner with your family, scowl back at grumpy, and chat with your dad. it's his way of telling you you're pretty. (giving pretty things to a pretty person makes sense to him) (and maybe gaining your parents' approval) he loves how you wear one every day when you greet him in the morning.

grampa-yama has passed away, and tobio has changed a lot. he might be the same with you, but you noticed he shut off practically everyone. you somehow feel bad for kunimi and kindaichi. maybe they were speaking the truth. tobio never stopped being sweet as you mull over the words kindaichi once said.

"he's probably in love with you."

tobio didn't get the shiratorizawa sports scholarship, and didn't pass the written exams, either. you felt guilty, somehow. all those weeks of studying with sticky notes and audio lessons came to waste 'cause you couldn't help tobio.

"it's okay. i'm not really good at studying like you are. i'm glad you're in. I've got a backup school, so i'll be alright." tobio tried to convince you, but the shakiness in his voice said otherwise.

"what's your backup school? we'll take the test together. doesn't matter if i passed the exam, school won't be the same without you, tobs." you said, wrapping your scarf around his neck. he always forgot to bring his own.

winter was coming, but your cold heart just started defrosting.

karasuno is pleasant, nonetheless. (you've been saying 'pleasant' about all the schools you've attended.) you sometimes wonder why you and tobio never went out with other people like normal teenagers do. you guess you could say that it's always been the two of you. high school kids have broken up into cliques back at kitagawa daiichi, so boys and girls being friends weren't normal at all (according to your pesky classmates who dubbed you as 'kageyama's girlfriend'), although you were grateful, somehow. grateful that you're the only one nicknamed as that.

tobio has grown taller, his face more defined. you notice girls staring when he played in the gym. you were glad his face held a scowl as you trudged past the gawking girls, handing tobio a drink

high school is no different with junior high. you still went to school and walked home with tobio, as you always do. but there's this uncut tautness gaining its roots. tobio put more effort and time with volleyball as you did with your studies (and your new psp), and you somehow weren't surprised. walking home was spent alone with your headphones while tobio set balls in karasuno's gym.

there came days when you rarely saw your best friend. sadness was an understatement.

from: tobio :3

about: english

can you help me with english? our captain said i should ask for help from someone who's in college prep class. my teammate won't help me

to: tobio :3

about: english

[unsent] did u miss me

[unsent] why'd u only talk 2 me when u need help

kay, come over.

from: tobio :3

about: untitled

i'm coming over, want anything?

to: tobio :3

about: untitled

nothing

you weren't really surprised when he rang your doorbell, but you didn't get up like you always do. you let it ring three time till your mother answered. you hear quick, quiet footsteps nearing as you busy yourself with your new psp

"i need to pass this or else I'll stay back when the team goes to tokyo. please help me."

"i will."

you couldn't really last long mad at him. not when those cobalt eyes were already doing a good job pleading. on his hands were a carton of strawberry milk, a packet of gummies, and a chocolate bar. he always knew what you liked.

your afternoon was spent teaching tobio with what works with him most. which was in volleyball terms. but somehow, you weren't really surprised to hear that he placed some words wrong in the test and had to stay back. that's when you realised you could never in your life be mad at kageyama tobio.

after thanking tanaka-senpai through the phone, tobio and hinata drove off to tokyo in a car driven by tanaka's sister, saeko. luckiness was a trivialization. tobio, who was almost dozing off, felt his phone ring as he took a bite of his onigiri

from: important (open immediately)

about: tokyo

howd u get 2 tokyo? hotaru told me she saw u and ur ginger teammate hop on in a college girl's car

to: important (open immediately)

about: tokyo

she's my teammates' sister. i'll buy you souvenirs here if we're able to go out. sorry for failing the test, I'll do better next time.

it was dark when he came back to miyagi, ringing your doorbell in a sweaty t-shirt. his right hand was holding a paper bag, and on his face was a nervous expression (his face wasn't really expressive, you just know how to read him from all those years of playing uno) (his face looked sour whenever he lost)

"what's that you're holding?" you queried, holding a towel so that he can wipe off the sweat trickling down his forehead. you knew he'd run to you right after. you knew he'd ring your doorbell three times, and you knew he'd never come empty handed.

"souvenirs, for you. i told you i'd buy you souvenirs. i gave money and pleaded to takeda-sensei to buy merlot for your mom and dad. i like you."

"what?"

"i like you. hinata and yamaguchi saw your message and thought you were my girlfriend. they told me that you might be jealous that i went to tokyo in another girl's car. so there, i like you. please don't get jealous."

you swore you felt the air shift, as your hands got numb and your head went through an information overload. were you jealous? you thought. maybe a bit. a college girl with a car was a hundred times cooler than you, nevertheless you never really thought about it. but tobio just confessed, should you answer? (gee, you were just fourteen) (if only you knew that your ominous text message gave him all the push) you chased after his retreating figure at your gate, the paper bag filled to the brim with snacks and hairclips dropped at your front door as you hugged the back of tobio kageyama, who claimed to like you.

"knucklehead, you can't just say that out loud and expect me to watch you leave."

for the first time in his continued existence, tobio's heart feels full and whole

to: tobio :3

about: untitled

get home safe, suitor. :)

[luvyeni]

( SPOOKTOBER ) little witch ̨ ! 🦇 一 지젤 ՞

𝓟 airings. succubus!giselle x witch!reader wc. 0.7k

🕸️◞ WARNINGS. loss of virginity, oral sex ( reader receiving ), tribbing, dirty talk

「 ♱ authors note 」 happy spooktober everyone!! started off with one of my true loves im surprised i never wrote for her

maybe you should've listened to your other witch friends when they said don't summon the sex demon — yeah you were a witch, but a young dumb virgin witch and this was a succubus; they basically ate young dumb virgins like you for dinner.

so you ignored their warnings; you sat up everything you needed , laying out all the things you would need to summon the demoness , following everything by the book; what you didn't expect to pass out right where you sat on your bedroom floor.

when you awoke; you were in your bed, unable to move. “huh?” you were paralyzed , unable to move your legs. “poor stupid little witch.” you heard the voice of another woman in your room. “you'd think a witch would be smart enough to summon such a demon like me.” you felt a hand on your ankle. “wh-who are you?”

“you know what i am little witch , you summoned me.” she giggled seductively , her hands slowly moving up your thigh , her frame finally coming into your vision. “and you know exactly what i want.” she smirked , her tail swishing behind her. “no pants , you were practically waiting for me little witch.” you whimpered feeling her cup your cunt. “oh a virgin.” she smiled. “i can smell you, i love virgins.”

she was now on top of you; eyes a glowing red. “is that why you summoned me , to take your virginity?” you felt her grinding down on you. “dumb little witch , i could easily kill you.” she moaned. “but im not.” she said , kissing behind your ear. “wh-why?” you moaned. “because i can practice smell that sweet virgin pussy , begging for me to use it.”

that's how you found yourself trapped; pinned down by the demon , unable to use your powers as the red eyed demon lapped at your poor cunt. “pl-please.” you could move your legs; arms pinned to the bed as she pulled multiple orgasms out of you with her tongue. “to-too much!” you squealed. “pl-please , gonna cum again.”

you yelped feeling the creature bite on your clit; you've never had sex before , but you had a feeling that you'd never feel anything like what you were currently feeling. “fuck!” you screamed out cumming all over the demonesses again; losing count after the 4th time. “shit!”

you were exhausted; you felt like you wouldn't be able to cum again. like she could read your mind — which she probably could , pulled away. “uh uh little witch , i'm not done yet.” she said, toying with your clit. “your poor cunt all puffy.” she said teasingly. “gonna give me one more.” within a flash, her clothes were gone , and she was straddling your waist. “gonna drain all your energy little witch.”

her cunt on yours , dragging back and forth , her spiky tail coming up to your throat, wrapping around it , lifting you up. “fuck little witch.” she moaned. “for a virgin , you're dripping like a whore.” you gasped out. “please.” she smirked , her perky tits bouncing in your face. “all fucked out for me , i’m gonna ruin you for other girls.”

she began to move her hips faster , removed her tail from around your neck , allowing you to fall against the bed , the appendage coming in between your legs , rubbing your clit. “fuck , fuck I'm gonna cum.” she squealed out , her glowing red eyes rolling to the back of her head. “cum for me little witch , cum right fucking now.” the demon ordered. “fuck!”

yanking on your hair as she used to to get herself to completion , and loud moan that made it feel the room was shaking as she came , squirting all over your lower halves. “shit!” she grabbed your tits , squeezing as she slowed down her hips , bending down with a teasing smirk , her red lips , kissing your neck. “just something to remember me by, little witch.”

you woke up the next morning , mind foggy; the dream you had last night was so vivid. you were scared to get up , fearing you still were dreaming , but you had to get ready for the day. sitting up you were able to move; not without pain though. “what the fuck?” you said , basically limping into your bathroom , your familiar meowing at your feet.

you looked inside the mirror , your neck covered in hickeys and scratches — along with a red kiss mark.

so it really wasn't a dream?

©LUVYENI

[vorfreudevortex]

Scout

levi x blind!fem!reader cw: 3.1k words and it's all just stupid comfort/fluff LMAO. cussing, one or two mentions of bodies/death/scars/and the likes, but still sfw. barely proofread. tldr: levi slowly comes to respect the stupid stray cat you found ♡ if you want, find more silly levi drabbles in my masterlist!!

You had just finished making yourself dinner when you first heard the scratching at the front door, barely audible over the thunder and downpour from the raging storm outside. Levi was caught up at the headquarters, so you cautiously cracked the door, careful not to let any rain in as you greeted whatever was there.

You yelped as you felt the thing fly through the bottom of your skirt and into the house, it’s little scratches and thumps bouncing around the room as it ran in. You closed the door tightly behind you, thinking whatever it was was probably scared half to death from the startling lightning. It’s obvious it was an animal of some sort, as you felt it’s matted, sopping fur when it brushed it against your leg.

“Hello?” You softly called. “What are you, little thing?”

Careful not to bump into more furniture and further frighten the creature, you slowly crept around the kitchen and sitting room, calling and whispering. It was when you wandered by the piano when you heard the sound of soft lapping under it— The thing was licking itself dry.

“Excuse me,” You slowly come to a squat before it. “Are you scared? How can I help you?”

The creature made no effort to respond in any way. You sat there for a while before realizing that it wasn’t going to come out any time soon, and you should just go about the rest of your evening until Levi came home and dealt with it. It wasn’t causing any trouble anyways, just a little trail of water where it scampered through the house.

You’re about to take the first bite of dinner when you consider how rude it would be not to serve the thing before yourself— It was a guest, after all. So you picked out a few bites of meat from your dish and poured some water in a small bowl to set on the floor. It wasn’t until you finished eating dinner when you heard it’s paws slowly, quietly pad over to investigate the food. You listened intently, hearing it sniff, lick, and eventually start to chew.

To say you were delighted was an understatement. But in fear of scaring the thing off, you stayed in your chair, paying close attention to how much it ate and drank. When it finished, you felt it cautiously approach your legs. You sat perfectly still as it probed the hem of your skirt and the laces of your shoes— And then you heard it.

Purring.

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Levi returned home around nine or ten, sighing as he closed the front door and shrugged his cloak and boots off. You were in the sitting room by then, the cat now dry as it very warily sat on your lap, ready to run at any moment. You didn’t dare touch or pet it, but let it explore as it wanted to since it was the one who was brave enough to hop onto you first. You felt it tense at the sound of Levi coming into the room, but it didn’t waver.

“What is that?” He asked pointedly.

“I’m so happy you’re home—” You whispered, giddy and grinning.

“—What is that?”

“Well it’s a cat, of course,” You paused for a moment, suddenly unsure from Levi’s hesitant reaction. “…Right?”

“Yes, it’s a fucking cat. Why is it in here? Where did you find it?”

“It found me,” You smiled, trying to contain your excitement in a quiet voice. “It was scratching at the door and just ran right in when I went to see what it was. The poor thing was terrified of the storm.”

“Did you feed it?”

“Of course! It ate all the beef I gave it, it must’ve been starving.”

“Great. Now put it back out.”

You frowned. “…Well… I thought maybe we could…”

Levi immediately thought of it’s inevitable death or disappearance. He thought of how he’d have to listen to your sobs or even be the one to bury the thing, just like all the other Scouts he’s had to tend to before. He’s already made up his mind— everything in Levi’s care dies, and therefore, wasn’t going to willingly allow another one be added to the list, human or cat.

“Absolutely not. Cats are dirty and stubborn. We are not keeping that thing.”

“Please, Levi?” You whispered. “It obviously needs a home.”

“No,” Levi approached you, but stopped once the unmoving cat bared its teeth and let out an evil hiss. “This damn thing— Pick it up and we’ll take it outside.”

“Levi, please!” You pouted. “We should wait until it’s stopped storming, it was shivering and cold when it ran in. It’s the least we can do.”

He stared at you in disbelief, then moved to the cat. The two glared at each other, ready to pounce on the other at any moment.

“Fine. But it stays downstairs until then.”

+++++++++++++++

Well… it’s been a week since then.

Levi either refused the acknowledge it or shooed it out of the room. Most of the time, it didn’t listen, or simply ignored him and continued to purr over your lap. The stupid thing followed you everywhere.

You learned that it was a boy kitty, and Levi told you that he’s all black with a faint scar across the side of his face, and that the very tip of an ear is missing. Now that the cat has realized who his friend is, he’d let you gently feel over them while you smothered him with little scratches and kisses whenever you wanted.

“What should we name him, Levi?” You asked one day as the cat lay on your lap, sprawled out on its back while you patted its belly, now full and round from all the delicious treats you constantly fed it.

“We’re not.”

“It can’t be ‘shithead’ or ‘motherfucker’, so don’t even recommend it,” You continued, thinking of all the times you heard Levi do so.

“—You little shithead, get off the table!”

“—Don’t you dare try to scratch me, motherfucker—”

“—Dumb shithead! Get back over here and finish your dinner! We don’t waste food in this house, motherfucker—”

“I think the most suitable answer is to kick it out,” Levi scoffed.

“He’s not an ‘it’, Levi. He’s a man, just like you,” You lowered your head to the cat with a smile and a sweet, light voice. “Isn’t that right, kitty? You’re a big strong man, just like your papa!”

“I am not that thing’s father.”

“Well… If I’m his mother, then what does that make you?” You asked curiously. “You’re definitely not his friend, he’s made that very obvious…”

Levi scoffed again at that, frowning as he watched the brat accept your love with constant purring. Ever since that thing came around, all your attention is on him. Even when you eat dinner, you talk to the cat directly instead of Levi. He doesn’t get any thanks for listening to you play piano anymore, because the damned creature is already on top of the piano lid, purring at the vibrations and music as it quietly urges you to keep going.

“I think his name should be… Scout.”

Levi looked back up to see you already smiling toward him. “…Scout?”

“I think it’s fitting, don’t you?” You gushed. “He’s obviously a brave soldier just like you, Levi. With all his little battle scars, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s courageously fought off a Titan, too!”

Levi couldn’t even answer at first. He felt his heart ache and his eyes soften after your obliviously sweet words. Is that really how you thought of him? Brave and courageous? Still soft and lovable with all the knicks and scars?

“Levi?” You unknowingly blinked up at him. “What do you think?

“…It’s fine.”

+++++++++++++++

Levi and Scout were each others’ biggest enemies.

The two were constantly bickering at each other, much to your dismay. And you were always defending Scout, much to Levi’s dismay.

“You probably scared him, Levi. You should apologize,” You’d frown when he scolded Scout for trying to claw at his ankles when he walked by.

“You shouldn’t yell so loud when he’s up on the table. He probably didn’t have anyone to teach him better…” You’d pout when Levi would call him names across the kitchen.

“Levi! Be gentle with the sweet boy. You would probably hiss if a Titan threw you around like that, too!” You’d chide when you heard Scout screech as Levi would toss him off his work papers. Levi would never hurt the little cat, of course. The tough little stray could handle the light roughhousing with no problem, he’d just act dramatic about it for your attention and pity— And both Levi and Scout knew it.

But Levi couldn’t deny that the bastard made you happy, and far less lonely. He’d watch you work in the garden, knees in the soft dirt as you’d pluck weeds and sing to Scout as he scampered around looking for mice and bugs, somehow knowing not to dig up your precious flowers and vegetables. Levi noticed that you complained less about not sleeping well enough, realizing that Scout’s vibrating weight on your chest and stomach helped ease your mind when you laid down for the night.

The shithead kept you company, something Levi worried about every day without fail. He even overheard a conversation between the two of you one day as he came home. He stalled outside the front door, listening to you ask Scout about what you should make for dinner and gossip about the affair going on down the street.

The damn stray would even meow back sometimes, responding to the especially excited comments you made, even though the dumbass probably thought you were talking about food.

“But listen to this, Scout— Mrs. Garcia is still married! To the man who owns the inn a few blocks over! Can you believe it?!”

“…Meow…”

“Right?! So scandalous!”

So Levi kept his mouth shut, no matter how much he despised the furry brat and wanted him gone. He started to impatiently swipe away any black hairs left on his cloak instead of snapping at him with a sharp tone, and Scout learned to hop off the table as soon as Levi would glare instead of releasing his claws.

The two black-haired, stubborn, and scarred boys silently agreed to mostly leave each other alone, quietly fighting for your attention behind your bleary vision with glares and sneers instead of cussing and hisses, even if they hated each other just as much as they did that first rainy night.

+++++++++++++++

That silent, hateful agreement is what left Levi so confused when his heart dropped upon seeing your frantic tears and every piece of furniture in the house turned over after returning home from work one day. It was another late, stormy night where the rain rattled the windowpanes and the thunder shook the house.

“H-He’s gone, Levi!” You bawled, tears streaming over your splotchy cheeks as you clutched onto Levi’s cloak as soon as he stepped through the door. “I-I can’t find him anywhere! I’ve looked and looked—”

“Calm down,” Levi placed his hands over yours. “He’s a cat, he’s probably just napping in some corner.”

“He’s not, I know he’s not. Scout always comes when I call, and I-I’ve been calling for an hour!” You choked out a sob and lowered your head into his chest. “Oh God, Levi! He’s p-probably already dead—”

“—He is not dead,” Levi was quick to shut down your wretched thoughts. “If he’s not in the house, he probably got outside. Do you know where he was last?”

“He was s-sleeping on the piano while I practiced…” You blubbered. “I heard his snoring when I got up to make dinner, but when I fixed h-his bowl for him… he didn’t come when I called. I’ve been l-looking for him ever since…”

Levi sighed and ventured into the sitting room to investigate. You clutched onto the back of his cloak, following him like the lost cat himself as you sniffled and sobbed. He immediately spotted window above the piano, cracked open to let in the cool, fresh air of the storm.

“The window’s open,” Levi reported. “He probably didn’t know any better and jumped out when he got spooked by the thunder.”

“Of course…” You hiccuped. “I should’ve known better… I should’ve taken him upstairs to cuddle so he wouldn’t be so scared!”

“He’ll just crawl back here tomorrow when he’s hungry.”

You blinked a few times before looking to Levi with a helpless pout. “B-But you’re… you’re going to go look for him, right?”

He glanced at the window, which was being pounded with loud, angry raindrops. “…You mean, right now?”

“Of course, Levi! Scout is probably so scared right now, waiting for you to come and save him!”

There was a pause, long enough for you to hear him exhale slowly through his nose, the way he always did when he had to put up with something he’d rather not be bothered with. But… Levi could never ignore the way your watery eyes and flushed cheeks always affected him.

“Right…”

+++++++++++++++

The dark, stony streets were a maze of puddles and twigs, and every alley looked frustratingly identical under the lamp Levi wielded, which was dangerously close to being put out from the pelting rain. His black hair stuck to his forehead, his clothes were uncomfortably heavy and cold, but he miserably pressed on through the city.

“Stupid shithead…” He grumbled to himself, scanning every dark corner he came across. “She’s losing her damn mind and you’re probably out here just playing in the rain…”

His chest would tighten at every shadow and overturned crate, hoping he’d finally found the thing— Not because he wanted to save the cat, of course… But because he wanted to go home and slip into his warm, dry sheets after the exhausting day he’d already had. Being out in this weather was the absolute last place Levi wanted to be, but a small part of him wanted to be the your hero that saved the day.

Nevertheless, Levi was not afraid of getting a little wet, and he was determined to bring the bastard stray home. He had left so many things behind before— Bodies, horses, supplies, even human lives… the list goes on.

It had been well over an hour of trudging through the streets, and he even considered turning around and claiming the cat was forever gone for a split second— But not this time. ‘Humanity’s Strongest Soldier’ be damned, he was going to find the meowing motherfucker, and he wasn’t about to let a dumb cat get away from him easier than deadly Titan.

You loved the stupid thing, and Levi wouldn’t be the one to return home without him and have to wipe away more of your dreaded tears. The cat was the one thing that helped comfort you when he couldn’t be there for you himself, and there's no way in hell he’d come home from his little expedition without it.

Levi was about to fasten up his ODM gear to quicken the process when he finally found the wretched animal huddled under a broken awning— Soaked, shivering, and meowing pathetically.

“You little bastard…” Levi rasped with a tight throat, kneeling down to scoop him up. He expected him to claw at his hand and flee, but Scout accepted Levi’s touch with a pitiful whimper. His fingers trembled as he held Scout to his chest under the cloak. He couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or the nerves and relief, but convinced himself that he didn’t care enough to figure it out.

Scout soon began to purr against Levi’s pounding heart, which gave him a confusing sense of relief, and the two of them warmed each other for the entire trek home.

+++++++++++++++

“Levi?!”

You hurried to the front door as soon as you heard it open. Levi and Scout stood with their black hair soaked to the bone, shivering from the cold and dripping a mess onto the floor.

“Did you find him?” You asked, your eyes still watery, tired, and full of hope.

“Come here,” Levi said softly, grabbing your hand and leading it to the ball of fur in his arms when you approached. He guided your fingers as they blindly scoured over Scout, brushing over his drenched fur, feeling for the familiar scars on his face and ear. Levi watched closely as your breath hitched and a relieved smile spread over your face. He helped move the purring, quivering cat into your arms.

“Thank you so much, Levi,” You whispered. You wrapped a delicate arm around Levi’s neck, not caring one bit about his drenched clothing, and pulled him in for a tight embrace.

He froze when he felt your warm lips on his cold, wet cheek, while a fiery blush exploded over his face and down his neck at your gesture of gratitude. You pulled away with your own cheeks flushed around the sweetest smile as you looked to him. “Scout thanks you, too…”

“I…” He swallowed hard. “It’s fine— Not a big deal.”

Scout let the two of you dry him off with a soft towel, even accepting Levi’s care after he changed into a dry set of clothes. Poor Levi couldn’t help but keep touching the spot you kissed earlier as you tended to the kitty, feeling that same warmth every time he did despite his body still being goosebumped from the cold. Scout nudged against his calloused hand, asking for more scratches while ignoring yours.

“You were gone for so long,” You noted quietly. “I was so worried about you…”

“It’s just some rain,” Levi said, still a bit flustered underneath his low, neutral voice.

“You’ll surely wake up with a cold tomorrow.”

“I doubt it,” Levi tsked.

“Don’t worry, Levi,” You lifted Scout back into your arms, now dry and swaddled like a baby in the warm towel, and placed a honeyed kiss on his forehead— Oh, how Levi wished that was him again. “I’ll make you tea just the way you like it, and Scout will keep you warm until you feel better.”

Levi stayed quiet for a moment, watching the scene before him and feeling his heart skip a beat. He began to think that he loved the way you loved. He was mesmerized by the gentleness of your soft hands, the way you handled the bundle so gingerly. Levi realized that it would be his turn soon, when he inevitably wakes up with a sore throat and a stuffy nose, no matter how much he wanted to deny it.

Those soft, gentle hands would steep his beloved black tea. And when he returns from work that next evening after waving off your protests to stay home in the morning, he’ll let them gingerly help shrug his old cloak off. If Levi’s lucky, it’s possible you’ll put another sweet kiss on his cheek out of pity, if he sneezes loudly enough…

…All thanks to that damned cat.

Maybe… just maybe… Levi was beginning to think that Scout wasn’t so bastardly after all.

© vorfreudevortex // all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, or repost my work.

[heartsforvin]

FAMILY TIME

for the nonnie who requested this, you’re welcome !!

pairing: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: cussing possibly, use of pet names, fluff

summary: you and vinnie introduce the your newest addition to hera and luffy

finally, after twelve strenuous hours of labor, your beautiful baby girl was born. spending two days in the hospital was easy, well, easier than most.

now, today you two finally get to bring her home. both you and vinnie are ecstatic to bring your baby home and introduce her to your guys' two fur babies.

it was definitely going to be an adjustment as to how the cats react to the baby, but you and vinnie will think it'll go well.

after an hour long car ride, the three of you finally m ake it home. vinnie puts the car in park and turns it off before helping you out.

he grabs your daughters car seat, slipping his arm through it so it lays in between the crease of his arm.

he then helps you out carefully, shutting the door when you're out. his free hand rests on your back guiding you into the house.

once inside, you immediately go to lay on the couch while vinnie sets down the car seat on the floor, unbuckling your daughter and holding her in his arms.

he goes to sit down next to you, looking over at you with a smile. "can't believe we're home." he tells you.

you softly smile. "glad we are," you sigh. "longest two days bin that hospital bed ever."

vinnie chuckles softly, rubbing your daughters back. the two of you sit in silence for awhile, needing to regroup from everything the past few days gave you.

later in the day, vinnie made you some real food, as you told him. you sat on the couch with your daughter as he made you some lunch. after it was done, vinnie plated it up for you and put it on the coffee table.

"thank you, baby." you smile at him.

he smiles back. "you're welcome. you want me to take her while you eat?" he asks.

you nod, handing over your daughter to vinnie. as you eat, he shows her around the house, telling her which rooms are which. he smiles down at her when they reach the nursery.

"this is your room, baby," he whispers softly. "you're not gonna be in here for awhile, though."

vinnie continues what he's doing before he makes it back out to you and sits on the couch.

"get enough to eat?" he asks you.

you nod. "yeah, thank you again."

vinnie smiles. "of course, sweetheart," he replies. the baby starts fussing a bit, so he shushes and bounces her softly. "i think somebody's hungry herself."

passing you the baby, vinnie stands up and grabs your plate, bringing it into the kitchen. after putting it in the sink, he grabs the baby bottle and starts making the baby her food.

once done, he hands it to you and sits back down on the couch. the two of you soak up being parents, smiling at the little baby in your arms.

early evening soon roll around, the two of you ate dinner a few minutes ago and now your both just watching tv on the couch.

the cats peer around the corner and vinnie smiles before looking at you. "we should introduce the baby to the cats." he suggests.

you nod with a smile. vinnie stands up while you move to lay your back against the arm of the couch.

vinnie gets the cats' attention, luring them over to where you're sitting. puffy is the first to jump up, meowing once he sees you.

you carefully lean over and let the cat sniff at your daughter, getting acquainted with her. you and vinnie both smile , seeing that its going well.

once puffy had enough, he jumped down and ran off somewhere in the house. vinnie had hera come up on the couch next.

she did the same thing, sniffed the baby's head and clothing to get familiar with her.

the two cats seemed to like the newest addition in the family, of course it would take a lot more than just one interaction to really find that out though.

once the cats were done, you and vinnie both smiled. the moment was soon interrupted by the baby's cry, you tried everything to soothe her but soon realized she might be tired.

both you and vinnie put her to sleep for the night, knowing it won't be long until you two had to get up with her again.

hiii !! hope you guys liked this, it was kinda rushed 🥲 i just feel like i HAVE to post somethin atp , like it’s not fun for me so i might have to figure something out

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[billiesbossanovas]

Over it

Overwhelmed!Billie x gn!reader

Billie gets overwhelmed with everything and you try to comfort her

(This might be terrible.. but I did write it while kinda half asleep, also it’s very short- very sorry)

—-

Everything about this week had overwhelmed Billie, more than she or you had expected, the interviews the paparazzi the fans, she loves them but sometimes they’re just too much. Not to mention she’d been trying to hide the fact of it all getting to her away from you.

The both of you stood in the kitchen, Billie was cooking while you sat at the kitchen table watching your phone. She was chopping some tomatoes, rather aggressively, you looked over, her shoulders were tense and she was hunched over slightly. “Turn your volume off or watch it in another room.. please y/n” she mumbled out momentarily stopping what she was doing, you looked at her confused but turned your volume off anyway, not exactly wanting to be in away from her right now.

A few minutes had passed by, Billie was not frying the vegetables she’d nearly mashed up due to her being overwhelmed. “Hey aren’t Finneas and Claudia coming over for dinner tonight?” You asked while standing up, your chair scraping against the floor, Billie started bringing her teeth together as you did. She then grunt out an acknowledgment just before the door bell rang, with Billie busy cooking you stood up and answered the door.

Finneas stands with a bottle of wine, he gives a hug and says hello before walking into the house. Claudia walks in with you. The both of you talk together as you walk into the kitchen, Billies already set the table and started dishing out the food.

The dinner goes by.. awkwardly, Billie barely speaks and when she does she snaps, at Claudia at Finneas, at you. When the dinner over you collect the dishes and put them in the sink, then join the rest of the them in the living room, you plant a soft kiss on billies tremble before sitting next to her. Music plays through the tv, you and Finneas talk and the occasional laughter fills the room. Billie is becoming more and more irritated bouncing her leg, biting her lip, you notice and hold onto her hand softly. “Billie? Baby? What’s the matter?” You whisper softly as Finneas and Claudia start talking to each other.

“Nothing man.” She spits out at you and runs a hand through her hair, a sigh leaves her mouth as she sits further forward in the chair.

“Come on baby- do you want a hug or-“ Billie stands up abruptly and turns and looks at you.

“No y/n! I don’t want a fucking hug- I want you to leave me the fuck alone!” After the outburst she storms off and slams the den door behind her. You look at Finneas and Claudia, utterly stunned, Finneas sighs and gives you a sympathetic look, Claudia takes a sip of her drink.

“Well- we- uh- we should get going..” Claudia gives you a tight lipped smile and stands up, Finneas does the same.

“She’ll be fine, y’know, just give her ten minutes” he pats you gently on the shoulder before the couple takes their leave. You look around trying decide whether to leave Billie be or walk in and try and comfort her. You obviously decide on the latter, but before you do, you pick up her favourite blanket, a bottle of water and some of her favourite snacks, you get to den door and knock quietly.

“Baby? Can I come in?” You ask quietly waiting for a response, it takes a moment before Billie gives you a soft hum, a relieved sigh leaves your lips as you walk into the den, gently shutting the door behind you, Billie watches as you walk into, carrying all the things the you scooped up for her to make an attempt to comfort her. “My love.. what’s the matter?” You ask softly as you sit next to her on the couch, you put the blanket over her which she gladly accepts and put the snacks down on a table near by.

“I’m sorry I lashed out.. I’m just over everything. It’s all been getting to me and it’s so overwhelming” she sighs and slumps back into the couch.

“It’s okay baby, you’re allowed to feel things- I just wish you’d talk to me about it” a pang of guilt flows through billie as folds her arms, she looks at you sympathetically.

“I’ll take that hug now..” she mumbles and shuffles closer to, leaning against you waiting for you to hold onto her, which you do in a heart beat, wrapping your arms around her, and rubbing small soothing circles on her back.

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hello helloooo! I’m back with another fic idea if it interests you ✨so little Nyx is old enough to go to school maybe like kindergarten-ish age? And one day the IC is eating dinner and Nyx is like “I have a mate!” And obviously he doesn’t but still Rhys and Feyre are like WTF and then read his little bby mind and find out he’s just infatuated with his teacher. (Nyx gave her a cookie that he baked with the help of Elain which she ate and now he thinks they’re mates bc he’s too young to understand that that’s not how it works) and then during a school carnival or gathering or cute kindergarten level graduation the IC attends with Nyx and ofc Azriel is there. He doesn’t even know who Nyx’s teacher is but then he sees Nyx dragging a young female over to him where he introduces her to him, proudly saying “this is my mate!” And she just laughs but then the bond snaps for her and Azriel. And then fluff ensues from there with everyone trying to explain to Nyx that she’s not his mate and that she’s Azriel’s to which he takes forever to understand. He keeps trying to give her treats and flowers so that they’ll somehow be mates. Azriel becomes public enemy #1 in Nyx’s eyes because he stole her from him. And then fast forward to when Nyx is older, maybe finally with a mate of his own and they tell him the story at his wedding and he’s so embarrassed about it. could def see this as an OC fic but x reader works just as well!

Infatuation

I love writing little baby Nyx 🥺🥺🥺

Warnings - Nyx being a bit of a menace to society *well Az*

Nyx was beaming. Bouncing as he ate his dinner, little wings flapping every so often.

It wasn't unusual. Being surrounded by this much love, this much joy, this much devotion had made the little heir the happiest of babies, then a happy toddler, and now a happy 5 year old.

He picked up his little cup, sucking on the straw and took a big drink as Rhysand and Feyre shared a look. He set it back down with a satisfied lip smack and went back to his mashed potatoes.

"Alright, I'll bite," Cassian put his knife down. "What happened at school today?"

"I met my mate," Rhysand's face dropped at his son's little confession. "And she's perfect, and nice, and prettier than mommy."

Feyre hid her laugher behind a mask of concern before gently digging into Nyx's head.

There, as Nyx thought about his mate, was Miss Arianna, legs crossed as she read to them on the floor. Her black hair was tied up in two buns with pieces framing her face. She had a big smile on her lips as she read in different voices from the children's book.

Feyre and Rhys, despite their status, sat on a waiting list to have Nyx in her lessons. She was highly sought after, her students were all advanced for their little ages, and she allowed time in their schedules for naps. Something many teachers felt was unnecessary.

Rhys had loved you the moment he made the choice to ignore his morals and enter your mind during their interview.

You didn't care who they were.

You didn't care about their status.

You cared about the faelings.

You took children from every walk of life in Velaris. The poor, the rich, high fae, low fae. It didn't matter to you.

Rhys and Feyre both shared a look and chuckled. "And who is your mate, Nyx?"

He sighed with a dreamy look in his eyes, mind now flashing to you comforting him after he got hurt at recess, "Miss Arianna. I gave her a cookie, and we shared it, so I'm a taken male now."

Nesta had her hand over her mouth, eyes sparkling. "Well," Cassian started before a slap came to his thigh, warning him to let Rhys and Feyre take care of this gently. "You did better than Auntie Ness. She offered me a stale biscuit."

"Your mom made me a can of soup. Worse can of soup I've ever had. Lucien, what did Elain give you?"

Lucien smirked and leaned back, hand on Elain's pregnant stomach. "A five course meal with dessert."

They were all hoping Nyx would understand the implications of what they were saying, but the far-off look and content sigh told them he didn't.

A few weeks later, the inner circle and all of their partners and mates were at the school's end of the year celebration.

The grass had been packed with games, little events for the children, vendors charging nothing for sweets and foods at the kindness and generosity of the High Lord and Lady.

Nyx had long abandoned his family. Opting to run and play with his friends. Cassian and Nesta stood with their daughter, looking over the schools information sheets and the application to join Miss Arianna's class for next year.

"Mommy!" Feyre turned at the voice, beginning to laugh as Nyx dragged his teacher behind him. "Mommy! You were supposed to be behind me!" The heir tapped his foot, Miss Arianna looking away as she hid her smile at his little antics. "I had to bring her all the way over here!"

Arianna and Feyre held eye contact both of their eyes sparkling and knowing where this was going. "Mommy, this is my wife and mate, Miss Arianna," he pulled her to Mor and Emerie first. "This is my Auntie Mor and her wife Emerie." He didn't wait before ripping her to Amren and Varian. "Aunite Amren and Varian. You'll like Auntie Amren. She's real smart." She was pulled to Rhys next. The two adults shook their heads, smiling. "This is daddy. You can call him.... uh. Daddy?" He pulled her to Cassian and Nesta. "Auntie Ness and Uncle Cass," he looked around brow knit in confusion. "Where's Uncle Az and Clarissa?"

Rhys patted his head. "Ris wanted cotton candy, so Az took her to get cotton candy. Why don't you go play too? Then we can talk to your wife."

They watched as Nyx ran off. Clearly not looking to play but trying to find his missing uncle. "I tried telling him, but he's so attached to the idea of us spending the rest of our lives together that he doesn't fully understand."

They all laughed. "We tried too. He told us that we didn't understand."

"Strange. He said to me that the bond didn't snap right away for you either, High Lady, so he'd find the Suriel to tell me, and I'd feel it after that."

A soft pout came to Feyre's lips. "He doesn't understand why you won't be their teacher next year."

Arianna's face fell, the fine features morphing into sadness and longing. "I introduced them to Alexios and even had him sit and answer questions during round up day. I can talk to him. I'm so sorry. I wish I could keep them until higher level learning. We just-"

Feyre hugged her, stopping the unneeded apology. "We know. Cassian and Nesta were hoping to get Clarissa in your class."

"And we were hoping to hire you for private tutoring," Rhys, like his son, was not ready to let Her go. He had spent countless nights looking for ways to keep Nyx in her classes. "We would pay you well."

"That wouldn't be necessary," she turned to Cassian and Nesta, a big smile on her face. "Would you like to see my room? I'll have a different theme next year, but it will give you an idea of my environment."

"Lead the way," Cassian held Nesta close. Watching the two females interact, inserting questions as they walked into her classroom.

The Inner Circle all went to find food and place to eat, enjoying the small screams of joy and laughter around them. "She's really pretty," Emerie started slowly. "Maybe we should hook her up with Azriel. He hasn't dated since Gwyn."

Varian visibly flinched at the mentioned of Gwyn. "Does he still hate Tarquin?"

"Yes," they all answered together.

Azriel joined them seconds later. He was carrying Risa and holding Nyx's hand. "She crashed. Where's Cass? I'm going to take her home?"

Rhys motioned towards the schoolhouse, pulling Nyx to him and telling him to sit and eat. "Arianna offered them a tour of the classroom. A quiet place out of the sun might perk our niece back up, too."

Azriel nodded, carrying the small illyrian into the school house and following his shadows. He could hear melodic laughter and Cassian's loud voice, pausing at the doorway as his niece stirred and snuggled back into him, whispering for daddy. "He's right here, princess."

Nesta motioned for Azriel to join her. His jaw dropped at the sight of the classroom. It was a domed open glass ceiling, but the second it he entered, it began filtering light. "It knows she's sleeping," that voice had his shadows dancing. "I enchanted my room for my students so they're always in a comfortable environment. Never too bright, hot, or cold."

The room was filled with toys and exotic stuffed animals for snuggling. It was decorated like a rain forest from the continent, and an occasional call of something wild could be heard. "I suppose you enchanted all of this too?"

Azriel didn't look her direction, a look of shock and amazement going Nesta's way. Lady Death nodded eagerly, her eyes almost watering. She'd be heartbroken if Clarissa wasn't here next year, Azriel realized.

"Is this the little potential enrollee?" She walked over to Azriel, and nothing else was heard in the room. They didn't hear Cassian or Nesta respond, they no longer heard the soft sounds of animals and birds calling in the distance.

It was like everything in Azriel's life fell onto a new axis.

Arianna was his mate. The female he'd spent forever looking for.

And his nephew was obsessed with her.

Arianna spoke first, "We can't tell Nyx."

Azriel nodded. "I'll get banished to Mother knows where if we do."

Cassian looked between them before smiling, "Did you just secure my daughter's spot in her class? What kind of Aunt wouldn't teach her niece?"

Nesta smacked him hard, smiling from ear to ear. "Have dinner with us tonight? We share one of Rhys' and Feyre's houses with Azriel. He could fly you up for dinner, and we could all get to know each other."

"Only if you want that," Azriel nodded the second the sentence left her lips. "As, am I allowed to be blunt now?" They all nodded. "I was going to take her regardless," she turned to Nesta. "Morrigan scares me. It's why I took Nyx, too."

Arianna held Azriel's hand tight as they walked to the Riverhouse.

They had spent the summer getting to know each other. Going to coffee, to dinner, on long walks along the Sindra. It had taken all of a month for the two of them to decide this was serious, and they both wanted to move forward with the bond.

But that meant telling Nyx, who was still very much infatuated with her.

Azriel sighed as he grabbed the handle, "Ready?"

She nodded, hand stick folded delicately on his bicep. "Only if you are."

Azriel pushed the door to the lavish home open, smiling at Rhys and Feyre, who were waiting for them. They, Cassian, Nesta, and Azriel, had all decided the best way to do this was over a full family dinner.

"Uncle Az!" The shadoesinger stiffened. He had thought they would at least get to the table before the little heir appeared, but the Mother must have had other plans.

He came bounding into the room before stopping at the doorway with a loud gasp.

Azriel had never felt more like chopped liver as Nyx ran to his mate, hugging her legs. "Uncle Az brought my wife to dinner, Daddy!"

Rhysand scratched the stubble he had allowed to grow out due to his days being spent caring for Nyx as Feyre sat the throne. "We should all go sit on the couch, buddy. We need to talk about something."

Arianna allowed Nyx to pull her with him, looking back at Azriel with tears in her eyes.

He had discovered during their time together she had a Cauldron gift, one that had never been trained and just thought of as a personality trait. Arianna was an empath. She felt the emotions of others so deeply and could manipulate them if she tried.

It explained why she was so attached to children and them to her.

It also made her very useful in stressful situations. "Just breathe," Azriel mouthed as they all followed.

"Oh shit," Nesta whispered quietly. "We're doing this now?"

Rhys nodded. His eyes were already lining with silver as he sat across from Nyx with Azriel on one side and Feyre on the other.

The room was very quiet until Azriel spoke. "Nyx, Miss Arianna and I really need to tell you something, and we need you to try to stay calm." The shadowsinger sent a silent prayer to whatever Gods would listen and watched as one of his shadows held Arianna's free hand.

"Miss Arianna is my mate. I asked her to marry me."

The heir's face morphed into a little look of betrayal, his eyes starting to water as Rhysand and him held eye contact. "She's my mate, though."

Nyx looked at Feyre, hoping for support before looking back to a defeated Rhys. "I'm sorry, buddy, but She's Uncle Azriel's mate. Do you remember me telling you about the thread that connects me to Mommy?"

The heir cuddled closer into Arianna, glaring hard towards Azriel. "Why are you so mean?"

Feyre gasped at the question, immediately grabbing Azriel's hand. "Nyx!"

"He's trying to steal my wife!"

Arianna was in tears. The heirs emotions were overwhelming. She took over the conversation, blocking everyone from Nyx by taking both hands and sitting on the coffee table. "Nyx, honey, I'm so sorry, but Az and I are mates," they all felt the small tinge of magic shift. "I know this is hard for you. Your feelings are so valid, and it's difficult when you feel something this deeply to let go of that notion. It's hard processing such big emotions."

She wiped one of his tears. "Your mate is out there, hun. And she's wonderful, kind, smart, and closer in age than I am to you. You two will have so much more in common, and you will find joy and happiness in her that you never will in me."

"But she won't be you," Nyx sobbed heavily. "We're supposed to spend forever together."

She smiled softly. "And we will. You will always have me in your life. We will always be friends."

He glared towards Azriel, and Arianna turned his little head towards her. "You are hurting his feelings. Uncle Az loves you. We've spent a lot of time talking about how to handle this because he knew it would upset you, and it hurts his heart to see you so sad. You don't want to hurt Az. I can see if in your little face."

Nyx still glared at Az. "What if you two break up?"

"You'll be the first to know, bud," Azriel said softly.

"Good."

"Good," Azriel repeated.

"Fine."

"Fine," the heir smiled as his Uncle teased him.

It was then that Nyx decided to dive on Azriel, the Illyrian coming out of them as he started a tickle fight. "She was mine first!"

Azriel was laughing, holding the smiling boy close to him and allowing him to win. "And now she can be our. We can make her go places with us, bug her while we fight with our training swords, do pranks."

The heir stopped, that dimpled smile coming back out. "Prankies?"

Arianna's face fell as everyone started laughing. "Wait. What?"

Azriel smiled at her, sending her his love as Nyx whispered in his ear.

"We good?" She mouthed to him. He nodded, holding Nyx close. She stood to go comfort Rhys and Feyre, only for a shadow to trip her. "AZRIEL!"

The heir and shadowsinger ran off laughing as the other couples watched Arianna with shared grins, "Don't worry, sweetness," Cassian helped her up. "They're just getting started."

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An Appetite for More

13/12: Presents and Praise Kink - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.6k~ | Warnings: oral (f receiving), heavy petting, praise kink

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A/N: it's all about the sopping wet subby men in mid December apparently

She glances over at Billy in the passenger seat of her battered VW Polo. He looks fucking miserable, eyes heavy with fatigue, his head rested in the palm of his hand with his elbow propped against the window. 

The family gathering/present swap/intervention or whatever the fuck it was, didn't end the best.

It was the first Christmas since Billy's incident in the Summer, the one that nearly cost him his life. She still remembers the way her heart leapt into her throat when she found out what may or may not happen to him. 

When she thought she might lose him.

It was a feeling she wouldn't wish on anybody.

She even remembers the way she squeezed the life out of him in the police station. He smelled of sweat and fear, and she felt his desperation in the way he clung to her, as if he couldn't imagine ever entertaining the thought of letting her go.

And of course, the family gathering started fine, but ended with some choice words about what had happened. It got so heated that Lana nearly leapt over the table at a distant uncle, her accent so thick with anger that even she could barely understand her. In other circumstances she might have laughed. But one glance at Billy beside her, his knee bouncing erratically, jaw tense, half a sunday dinner still sat lukewarm in front of him, all she could do was hold his hand under the table.

When it had gone on too long though, even she couldn't hold back. If she had seen Billy's face, there was the slight glimmer of love and pride, that someone he loved would stand up for him.

He was doing so well, she thought, he didn't need this. Especially so close to Christmas. She almost thought about ditching her plan altogether, but thought that there was a slither of a chance he might enjoy it still.

She pats his knee lovingly as she drives, her eyes still on the road, but her gesture is enough to show that she was thinking of him.

Billy sighs, and slides his hand over hers, “sorry.”

“Don't be sorry,” she says easily, “it was shitty of them to bring it up.”

He glances over, the street lights passing by illuminating his blue, sad eyes. “Thank you for sticking up for me.”

“Always,” she smiles, squeezing his hand. "I should give your sister a medal as well, didn't know she could move so fast."

It was sad, exhausted even, the smile he gave back. But it was something. And it made her heart flutter all the same.

She sighed in relief as the central heating of Billy's flat hit her skin, pulling her coat off her shoulders and toeing her shoes off at the front door as Billy made his way to the kitchen. The flat smelled faintly of those knockoff Yankee Candles that Billy always bought from B&M. 'Fresh Cotton', my arse, she thinks as the acrid scent hits her nose.

“Brew?” He asks, filling up the kettle with anticipation that she'd say yes anyway.

A grin rose to her lips, leaning against the doorway, “um, you still have one present left?”

He half turns, his face set in confusion, “do I?”

She nodded, her grin widening as she folded her arms across her chest, “Course you do.”

Billy places the kettle on its base, his curiosity piqued as he turns to lean casually against the counter. “Alright then, where is it?” He asks.

She presses her lips together to suppress the desire to outright smile, her hands coming to the buttons at the front of her dress, unfurling the fabric, revealing inch after inch of tantalising skin. Billy's eyes follow, his jaw on the floor at the layer of red lace that adorned her curves. He swallowed hard, momentarily speechless as her dress rippled to the floor, leaving her stood in a crimson ensemble that rendered him stupid.

He said nothing, but simply made his way to her, making no attempt to touch her yet. And sank slowly to his knees, large hands bracing the spot above her waist beside her breasts, pressing his face to her bare stomach and exhaling.

“Good boy,” she praises softly, running her fingers through his hair as he raises his eyes to her, a flicker of hunger in them. She didn’t need him to speak. His body said it all, how much he craved her, how willing he was to please.

She let her fingertips trail down his face, her smile softening. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

He gives the slightest nod, his hands itching to touch her more. “Please, baby, don't…” he breathes, as if it physically pains him to be teased.

Her smile deepened, equal parts tender and wicked. “But you look so good like this,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. “On your knees, desperate for me. You’re perfect.”

Billy’s breath hitched at her words, the praise sinking into him like fire. She took his hand, guiding it to her thigh, letting him feel the heat of her skin through the delicate lace. His lips parted, and without waiting for more, he leaned in, pressing reverent kisses against her stomach, each one slow and deliberate.

“Good boy,” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair as he worked his way down, his lips trailing lower, his breath hot against her skin.

When he reached her waistband, he glanced up, waiting for her nod before carefully pushing the lace aside. She gasped softly as his tongue flicked out, the warmth of his mouth teasing her entrance, trailing up to her clit. Billy gripped her thighs, pressing her back against the cool counter as he buried himself between her legs.

“That’s it,” she praised, her voice breathy and warm. “Just like that, baby. You’re so good to me.”

His eyes met hers briefly before he doubled down, his tongue moving with purpose down to her entrance again, fucking her with his tongue as if he himself drew pleasure from it. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as her breathing grew more erratic, thighs shaking as his fingers made bruises in flesh.

“God, Billy,” she moaned, her head tilting back as the tension coiled tighter in her core. “You’re perfect. My perfect– ah.”

The praise strained his jeans, combined with the taste of her, having her all to himself, his knees burning against the floor. He thought, this was the best fucking meal he'd ever had in this kitchen. She was sweet, warm and needy, all he ever wanted.

He groaned against her, the vibration sending a white hot wave up her spine, the pleasure tightening in her gut. Her head threw back against the cupboards, her grip on his hair so hard she was sure she might have been pulling too much.

His hands slid up to her waist, pulling her down to his mouth in rhythmic movements. His nose brushed against her clit, and that was what sent her finally spiralling.

Her thighs trembled around him, her nails digging into the countertop for support as her climax crashed over her. Each wave of pleasure wracked her body, pulling a guttural moan from her lips. Fuck the neighbours, she thought, completely lost in the moment. Nothing else mattered but him and the way he worshipped her with his mouth.

Billy didn’t relent, his tongue working her through every last tremor. Even when she was fully spent, humming in the afterglow, he kept this slow, lazy pace of forcing her hips to roll over his face.

“Billy,” she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. “Too much…”

Only then did he ease off, placing one last reverent kiss against her sensitive flesh before looking up, his lips glistening, his eyes heavy with satisfaction. He pressed his forehead against her stomach, his breath hot against her skin as he waited for her to come back down.

“You’re amazing,” she murmured, her voice shaky but full of warmth. She cupped his face, gently lifting it so their eyes met. “So good for me.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips. She pulled him to his feet, her lips finding his in a slow, intense kiss, tasting herself on him, stoking a flame inside her. Their lips moved in sync as she guided him toward the bedroom. Her legs were still shaky, but she didn’t care. She wanted him, all of him, and nothing was going to stop her.

When they reached the bed, she pushed him back onto the mattress, climbing over him with predatory intent. His hands immediately found her hips, but she pinned them down against the sheets, her eyes gleaming with playful dominance.

“Not yet,” she whispered, leaning down to nip at his jawline. “You’ve been so good for me tonight. Let me take care of you now.”

Billy groaned, his hands flexing under her grip, but he didn’t resist. He trusted her completely, and that trust only fueled her desire. She kissed her way down his chest, her hands following the trail of her lips, savoring every inch of him.

When she finally reached his waistband, she looked up, her gaze locked onto his. “Tell me what you want, baby,” she murmured, her fingers teasing at the fabric, stroking his erection through his jeans.

“You,” he managed, his voice a low growl. “Just you.”

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- Wouldn't you like?

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Reader

Warnings: Smut. It's basically all smut.

Agatha Harkness was perhaps the best parent you ever had the pleasure of meeting. You taught third grade, which her son Nicholas was in, and he was an absolute delight. You met Agatha during the first parent teacher meeting.

She had shown up in a pair of black slacks and a white blouse tucked into them, a heavy jacket sitting on her shoulders. When she walked in her heels clicked on the floor and her eyes, a piercing icy blue, scanned everywhere. Wavy brown hair fell down her shoulders and she flipped it over her shoulder with long fingers when she sat down.

From the instant you met her, you were stunned. You stumbled over your words, cheeks flushing while you fumbled with papers to show her. She kept an amused, patient, smile on her face the entire time.

And since then, she continued to surprise you.

The school had a cultural day a few weeks later, each kid was supposed to bring some food from their heritage and share it with their class. Nicholas had been eager all week, saying his mother was the best cook ever, bouncing on his toes excitedly when the day had come. Turns out, Agatha was an amazing cook, her food tasted divine and nearly everyone ate it. You had to refrain from getting seconds.

That's when Agatha first asked you out.

You had been stunned at first, thinking it was some sort of joke. Agatha was a hot single mom, but you never expected her to ask you out. Sure, she never had a ring on her finger, but you were surprised to realize she wasn't even dating. Flustered, you had accepted her offer.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, keeping it on the down low and making it seem like you were just friends. Nicky adored you, always happy to have you over, but he thought the two of you were just friends. Although a part of you thought he wouldn't mind you dating his mom.

Today, the school was hosting a fundraiser and had asked for parent and teacher volunteers. Naturally, you volunteered, but then so did Agatha. At first you thought it would be fun, until it seemed that Agatha made it her goal to distract you the entire time.  

At first, you hardly noticed. It was her subtly brushing her hand against yours when helping you put up decorations. Then she moaned loudly after trying some of the food prepared, all the while making direct eye contact with you, swallowing hard on purpose. That had gotten you to look away instantly, your face flushed and eyes wide.

She only got bolder from there, pressing a kiss to your neck and sucking slightly, when no one was watching, lingering touches on sensitive spots, and despite your many hissed warnings, she didn't stop.

You were constantly worried Nicky, or some other parent would notice.

Then everyone else arrived and the fundraiser dinner started. You sat next to her, and it made everything worse. Her feet trailed along your ankle, hand resting on your thigh, slender fingers trailing up and down, dangerously close to where you wanted her. Heat pooled in your stomach, and you shifted in discomfort as the slick feeling between your thighs. You sat next to her, tense, and casting anxious glancing towards the kids table where Nicky sat. A few other parents sat at the table with you, conversation flowing easily and they were completely unaware of your struggle.

At some point when you almost got caught, you made an excuse to leave the restroom. Agatha followed shortly after, using the same excuse.

"What are you-" Your words were muffled as Agatha shoved you against the wall, her hands gripping your collar and smashing her lips onto yours. All resistance left you at the simple action, her tongue poking into your mouth with practiced ease as she kept you pinned. Whimpering into her mouth, you grasped at her shirt desperately. As always, she was dressed nicely with a white turtleneck, flowy grey pants and a brown jacket.

Her lips trailed from your lips to your neck, leaving a hot, wet trail that had you whining. Her teeth bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, not caring to be gentle, soothing it over with her tongue.

"Agatha," already you could hardly form a coherent word, your brain fogging up with her touch. She had been teasing you all night with the light kisses and purposeful touches. It left you as a puddle of mush.

She smirked into your neck, hands slipping down to your breasts, cupping them through your dress, "Do you know how delectable you look in this dress?" Another nip at your skin that had you shutting your eyes, "I've been having such a hard time resisting you." As if she wasn't teasing you all night.

One of her hands fiddled with the frills of your dress and your breath hitched when she hiked it up slightly, her foot toeing your legs apart. She continued pressing tender, yet harsh, kisses to your skin, not caring if she was leaving marks as she sucked. You were hardly present enough to bother stopping her. Her fingernails scrapped on the inside of your thigh lightly, bunching your dress up until it was at your hips.

"Aggie," you muttered, eyes snapping open to glance around anxiously. The two of you were just in the halls, anyone could walk in at any minute. Agatha met your eyes, a small smile curling at her lips that gave away how much she was enjoying this. “Anyone could walk in.”

"I guess you'll just have to be quiet then."

You didn't get a chance to protest as her fingers pushed your panties to the side and swept through your folds, gathering your wetness on her fingertips.

"All this for me?" Bringing her fingers up, Agatha pressed down on your bottom lip, and you obeyed, letting her slide her fingers in. You sucked obediently, tasting yourself on her fingers. She pressed down your tongue. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes and that only added to the desire.

A whine escaped you when she removed her fingers, "All for you. Only you. Agatha please." You didn't think you could hold on much longer.

She pretended to contemplate it for a second and you didn't notice her hand creeping lower, closer to where you needed it. Then she hummed casually and shoved two of her fingers knuckle deep into your cunt. You gasped, hands clawing at her shoulders, hips bucking. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you threw your head back against the wall as Agatha started moving her fingers hard and fast.

Your walls clenched around her. Lips teased the skin on your neck, biting and sucking and licking. Her hand toyed with one of your nipples. The added stimulation of her twisting and pinching them made the wetness between your thighs grow.

You had to bite down on your lip to stop from moaning loudly when her fingers curled just right, and her thumb pressed against your clit. She held you there for a moment before she began to thrust her hand again, palm slapping against your hand. It was embarrassing how fast you felt your orgasm coming, a tight coil of heat in your stomach and your walls fluttering around Agatha's fingers.

"Agatha- I'm gonna-" A pitiful keen left you when she suddenly stopped, her fingers resting in your wet cunt, and your eyes snapped open, "Aggieeee." You were so close and then she just stopped.

She smashed her lips onto yours, teeth clashing as you squirmed. Her tongue was practically fucking you after a moment, but you wanted nothing more than for her fingers to start moving again.

When she pulled away from the kiss, you gave her big, pleading eyes, "Agatha please. Fuck me please."

That was all it took for Agatha to begin fucking you hard again and your orgasm came upon you quickly. It washed over you like a wave, a shuddering sense of pleasure filling you as you trembled and tightly held onto her shoulders. Your teeth sunk into your lip to prevent yourself from screaming her name, but a small whimper did leave your mouth. Agatha placed one last tender kiss onto your neck, her lips lingering lightly for a moment before she pulled away, taking her fingers away.

You panted against the wall, flushing even further when Agatha sucked her own fingers clean, moaning at the taste of you. Your dress fell back into place but that didn't change the fact that you were insanely wet. Agatha's lips curled up tightly, enjoying the way your thighs rubbed together in discomfort at the dull pain between your thighs from how hard she fucked you.

Before either of you had a chance to say something, there were voices around the corner and you hurriedly wiped the couple droplets of sweat on your face and readjusted your dress. Glaring at Agatha, as you touched your neck and instantly you knew she left marks. You smoothed down her blouse and started casually leading her away. Two parents rounded the corner, and it took one look from one of them to tell you they knew what was up. They stared a little longer than they should at your neck.

A hot heat filled your cheeks, and you ducked your gaze down, slapping Agatha's arm once they were out of sight.

"That was dangerous. And you left marks," you hissed, gesturing at your neck, "What if one of the kids walked in on us?"

Agatha laughed, walking ahead of you, but not before glancing back with her pink lips grinning, "That's part of the fun darling."

[spicyschemmenti]

THE CONTRACT ᥫ᭡ alex cabot, casey novak x fem!reader

PART ONE

you didn’t expect much when you moved in — just a fresh start, a quiet place, and maybe some privacy. but the neighbors next door are nothing like you imagined, and they’ve been watching you just as closely as you’ve watched them. one night, they offer you a contract — clear, structured, and full of promises you’ve only ever dreamed of obeying.

age gap, contract negotiation

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You moved into the apartment next to theirs about a month ago. It wasn’t anything fancy — just a quiet street, tall brownstones, and a front door that didn’t stick when you turned the key. The place smelled like fresh paint and dust, and for the first time, it was just yours. No roommates, no shared kitchen, no socks left in the sink that weren’t yours. You were proud of that, even if most nights you sat cross-legged on the floor eating microwave dinners and calling it dinner.

But from the very first day, what stood out the most wasn’t the freedom. It was them.

They lived next door in a unit that always smelled like red wine and something floral — jasmine, maybe — and everything about them felt like another world.

You met Alex first. She was tall, with long blonde hair pulled back into something sleek and sharp, like she never had a strand out of place. Her heels clicked when she walked. Her suits were always dark and perfect, the fabric hugging her like it belonged there. She looked like someone important. Not just rich — dangerous. Like she could destroy you with a sentence and still say it gently. You passed her on the stairs with a box in your arms and she said, “You must be the new neighbor,” in a voice that made your knees go weak. You smiled too wide and said something dumb and tried not to stare at her mouth.

A day or two later, you saw Casey. She was different. Where Alex was composed, Casey was wild. Auburn curls that bounced when she walked, worn leather jackets and faded jeans that clung to her hips. Her eyes were green and sharp and playful, and her laugh — god, her laugh — it echoed through the hallways sometimes, deep and genuine and totally unfiltered. She called you “kid” the first time she saw you fumbling with your mailbox and winked before walking off. You stood there holding your mail and blushing for longer than you wanted to admit.

They were older. Definitely older. Maybe fifteen years, maybe more. You never asked, but you could feel it. Not in a bad way — it wasn’t about wrinkles or numbers. It was something in the way they moved, the way they looked at you like they already knew what you were going to say before you said it. They weren’t trying to figure life out anymore. They already had. And now they were watching you figure it out.

You didn’t mean to stare. Not really. But you did.

In the mornings, Casey would stretch on the front steps with her headphones in, tight tank tops riding up her stomach, skin shiny with sweat. You’d pretend to be checking your phone while your eyes followed the curve of her back, the way her sports bra dug into her skin.

And in the evenings, you’d hear the click of Alex’s heels before you saw her — always coming home after dark, always composed. Sometimes she’d stand out on the small shared balcony with a glass of wine and a cigarette in one hand, her eyes scanning the street like she was watching a case play out in her mind. Sometimes they were both out there, talking low, wine glasses in their hands, and you’d watch from behind your blinds, barely breathing, feeling like a pervert but unable to look away.

At night, you couldn’t stop thinking about them.

You’d close your eyes and imagine their hands on you — Alex holding you still with that quiet authority, whispering rules in your ear while you trembled under her gaze. Casey grinning, her voice low and filthy, her fingers inside you as she told you not to come until she said. You imagined being between them, both of them using you, teasing you, praising you.

You’d touch yourself with your face pressed into your pillow, hips grinding against your hand, their names tangled on your tongue in gasps and moans. Sometimes you came quickly. Other nights, you edged yourself until you were aching, imagining how they’d make you beg.

It was a fantasy. A deep one. An addictive one. You kept telling yourself that’s all it would ever be.

But then one afternoon, you found a package on your doorstep. Small. Brown paper. Neatly labeled — but it wasn’t for you. It had Alex’s name on it. You stared at it, heart skipping for reasons you couldn’t explain, and you stood there holding it for too long before finally knocking on their door.

Alex answered almost immediately.

She wasn’t in her usual suit this time. Just a soft white blouse with the sleeves rolled up to her forearms, the top two buttons undone. Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few pieces framing her face. She looked… soft, in a way that made your stomach flutter. But her eyes were sharp as ever. She looked at the box in your hands, then at your face, and smiled — not a warm smile. Not a neighborly one. Something else.

“Come in,” she said.

You didn’t even think. You stepped inside.

The air smelled like their place always did — wine, vanilla, something floral — but stronger, closer. The music was soft in the background, jazz playing low from a speaker. Everything was neat, but not sterile. The couch had a blanket tossed across it, a pair of wine glasses sat half-finished on the table. You felt like you’d stepped into a secret.

Casey was leaning against the kitchen counter, barefoot, in tight jeans and a black tank top. She looked you up and down and grinned. “Told you she’d show up.”

You tried to say something — maybe laugh, maybe ask a question — but your throat was tight. The air felt thick. Charged. This didn’t feel like returning a package. It felt like something was already happening.

In the middle of the room, on the dining table, was a single sheet of paper. Next to it, a pen. You stepped closer and looked down.

The title stopped your breath.

Mutual Consent & Exploration Agreement

You stared at it, not understanding.

Then Alex moved behind you. Her presence was quiet, but it wrapped around you like heat.

“We’ve seen the way you look at us,” she said. Her voice was low, close to your ear.

Casey pushed off the counter and came to stand in front of you. “We like the way you look,” she said, tilting her head. “Shy. Hungry. Like you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

Alex’s hand brushed your shoulder. “We’re offering you something. Not a fling. Not a game. Real control. Real structure. Real pleasure. If you want it.”

Casey tapped the paper. “It’s simple. Consent. Boundaries. Rules. You give yourself to us — when we say. You let us take control. Use you. Own you. Safely. Completely.”

Your mouth was dry. Your thighs pressed together. Your heart was pounding so loud you barely heard her next words.

“You don’t have to sign it. You can walk away. But if you don’t — if you do sign — you’re ours. Evenings. Weekends. Whatever we decide. And we’ll take care of everything.”

Casey’s fingers slid along your wrist. Her touch was warm, electric.

“Unless,” she added, voice dropping, “this was just a fantasy. Something you did under the covers, thinking of us.”

You looked up at her, startled. Her smirk said she already knew the answer.

Your fingers trembled as they reached for the pen.

Alex’s hand stayed on your shoulder, firm and steady.

“You’re making the right choice,” she whispered.

You’re still holding the pen, but now you’re aware of how your palm is starting to sweat. You shift slightly in the chair, legs crossed too tightly, heart thudding like it’s echoing through the walls. The words on the page in front of you are precise, formal — but there’s nothing dry about them. Not with Alex watching you from one side, and Casey was now circling the table like she’s deciding whether to kiss you or devour you.

“You’re quiet,” Casey murmurs, stopping behind you. Her hand brushes the back of your chair. “Is that nervous silence, or dirty daydreaming?”

You manage a shaky laugh and glance up at her over your shoulder. “Both?”

Casey grins. “Cute answer.”

Alex’s voice is smooth, low. “It’s the right one.”

You look between them — these two women who feel like too much and just enough all at once. You take a breath and try to steady your voice. “I’ve… never done anything like this before.”

Alex raises a brow but doesn’t look surprised. “Something like this…” she repeats gently, leaning in, “as in submission? Or just being in bed with two older women who want to ruin you properly?”

Your face heats instantly, but your thighs tighten instinctively, too.

Casey whistles softly. “Damn, she is cute when she blushes. You know,” she adds, moving to lean over the table in front of you, “that’s not a deal-breaker. It’s a bonus.”

You try to find words, something to hold onto. “I’ve thought about it. A lot. I’ve just never… done anything. With anyone. Not really.”

Alex stands, slow and deliberate, and walks around the table. Her fingers brush your chin, tilting it up until your eyes meet hers. “That’s not a flaw,” she says. “It just means your first real experience will be exactly how we want it to be — intense, controlled, careful. Memorable.”

Casey leans on the table beside you, close enough that you feel her warmth along your arm. “And you’ll have two very, very attentive teachers.”

You exhale slowly, chest rising too fast. “So I’d be… yours?”

“For as long as you want to be,” Alex says.

“For as long as we can make you beg to stay,” Casey adds, eyes gleaming.

The teasing makes your core ache. You squeeze your thighs and try not to squirm, but they notice. Of course they notice.

“You’re already halfway there,” Casey murmurs, her gaze dropping. “We haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

“You’ll learn,” Alex says, still holding your chin. “You’ll learn how to breathe for us. How to open for us. How to ask for more when you can’t take any more. And we’ll be right there — every moment. Making sure you’re ready. Making sure it’s right.”

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. There’s only heat, thick and humming inside you.

“Sign it,” Casey says softly. “We’ll take care of everything after that.”

You don’t think. You just lower the pen, let your hand move across the line, and sign your name.

The moment the ink dries, Alex takes the paper. There’s a slight smile on her lips — the kind that says she’s been waiting for this.

“Good girl,” she says.

And it lands inside you like a shock, a thrill, a reward.

Casey’s hand slides across your thigh, warm and slow.

“Now,” she murmurs, “let’s see what our new plaything’s made of.”

[stevesgother]

for the beloved chalkboard hearts au -

i've been thinking about how having steve in her & abbey's lives after being on their own for so long is such a big change for reader, esp since jeremy seemed like not a very doting partner

& that must be multiplied by 100x once steve moves in. i'd love to see something about steve moving in / becoming a part of their lives & routine, & what that experience is like for reader (like logistically & emotionally lol)

i love this little family to pieces - thank u <33 🌼

thank you sm for this ask anon and sorry it took me so long to get to it <3 you raise a great point & it was really fun exploring this specific scenario in their relationship :) chalkboard hearts au steve harrington x fem!reader

It just seemed to be one of those days. One of those days that felt never-ending, impossible; like you couldn't do anything right. Adding to your anxiety, it was a Sunday-- universally recognized as the second worst day of the week.

You were on maternity leave now with Luke only being a few weeks old, but the dread of the looming week ahead of you still made itself known on days like today.

A baby strapped tight to your chest, and a six-year-old sat rambling at the table; you stirred the boiling pot of chili on the stove in front of you. The added weight of your newborn attached to your front was beginning to make sweat bead at your hairline and under your boobs, but your son's colic prohibited you from being able to set him down for longer than ninety seconds at a time.

"Mommy can we play I Spy?" Abbey yells over the sound of abandoned cartoons playing on the television the next room over.

"Not now, babe. I have to make dinner," you tell her, flicking open the top to a container of garlic powder one-handed.

"Well please can I have some juice then?" She whined, and: "Can we play after dinner?"

"Give me one second, Ab. I'm cooking. Mommy can only do so many things at once, you know?"

You should've known there'd be trouble when you didn't hear her response, but your senses were rapidly approaching blackout levels of overload.

Luke started to fuss in his baby wrap, so you bounced to try and appease him. Just a little longer, you try to telepathically communicate to his tiny brain, your dad will be home soon.

And then you felt guilty. You felt inadequate. Shouldn't you be able to do this on your own? You raised Abbey perfectly fine-- if you didn't count all the sleepless night and the almost-check ins to the psych ward.

Lost in this train of thought, you let your guard down for only five seconds too long. Abbey had reached for the juice in the fridge, her shorter than average stature not sufficient enough to successfully take the gallon off the shelf.

The container of apple juice hit the floor with a loud crash; the top flying off on impact and causing sticky fruit juice to spray all over everything in its immediate vicinity. Including Abbey, your legs, the cabinets, and of course, the floor.

"Abigail Jane!" You shout, her expression instantaneously turning sheepish. You felt terrible before the words had even left your mouth. You knew it had been a mistake, but that knowledge didn't do anything to take away your overwhelm.

"I'm sorry, mommy..." Abbey says, mousy.

"It's fine," you sigh, "just--"

In all the commotion, you hadn't heard the front door open and shut, "Woah," Steve observes as he enters the kitchen, "what happened here?"

Abbey begins to plead, scared he won't believe her, "It was an accident I promise I was just trying to get the juice and--" she explains, all in one panicked breath.

"It's okay, baby, I see that. It would be super helpful if you could go grab a couple of towels from the bathroom, though. Could you do that?" Steve asks her, so patiently that it nearly pisses you off. You feel like he's out to make you look like a bad parent for losing your temper, even if logically you know that your husband would never do that to you.

You turn your attention back to the chili, not even acknowledging him. You know it's petty, but you're not thinking rationally right now. Hormonal from your recent birth and overstimulated from an entire day spent tending to two young children alone: your inability to ask for assistance surely not helping.

"Hey," Steve's hand meets the space between your shoulder blades. He could tell something was afoot the second he saw you, "What's the matter, honey?"

"Nothing, Steve. Just go help her with the juice."

Rarely did you use this tone with Steve, and he knew it. He was mature enough to know it hadn't had a thing to do with something he did, but he didn't appreciate it, nonetheless.

"She's getting towels, I'm not worried about that right now. I'm asking you what's wrong."

Your hands shake as you try and open the onion powder now, consequentially spilling way too much of the seasoning into the food, "Shit!"

"Alright, enough." Steve says sternly, turning the stove burner off. "Give me Luke and go take a minute."

You're momentarily taken aback by his own tone of voice, usually the ever-doting spouse; but the firmness in his voice had snapped you out of your acute rage. Perhaps that was his goal.

With tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, you lifted Luke from his cradle against your torso-- handing him off to Steve. His expression softens as he takes the baby from your arms, nodding in the direction of your bedroom.

You oblige, carefully stepping over the juice to exit the kitchen. Not that it mattered, it was already all over your legs and your pants and your feet.

Looking in the mirror, the dam finally broke. You thought you looked a trainwreck: hair frizzy and sticking out in places, a mysterious food stain on your shirt beneath your left breast, forty pounds heavier than you'd been a year ago. You can't understand how Steve could be bothered to even look at you, let alone love you.

After a few minutes of silent, self-pitying tears, Steve knocks gently on your shared bedroom door before pushing it open to reveal your splotchy, saddened face.

"Hey, baby." He says so softly that you start to weep again. Steve notices, of course, and sits beside you on the bed, wrapping you in a firm embrace.

"Where's Luke?" You sniffle.

"He's in his rocker. Sleeping." He assures you, pressing a delicate kiss to the crown of your head.

"I haven't been able to set him down all day," you sob. What was wrong with you?

"I know, sweetheart. I know." Steve coos while a strong hand rubs soothing circles into your aching back, he pulls you into his lap now. "I'm sorry I got short with you earlier. You were scarin' me, that's all."

"I'm sorry that I got short with you," you say helplessly, feeling like there's not a thing in the world you can just get right.

"'S okay, baby. Had a long day, huh?"

"Yeah," you respond meekly.

A few moments pass with your head hiding in Steve's neck and him rocking you gently where you rest on his thighs, "Can you do something for me though?" He asks quietly, scared to disrupt the calm silence that's washed over the two of you.

"Hm?"

"I need you to start letting me help you when you need it. You're not a single mom anymore, you know."

"I know," you sniff, "It's just hard sometimes. When I feel like a bad mom if I can't do it all myself."

"Stop this madness," Steve says into your hair, "you're such an amazing mom, it's absurd. Knew it since the day I met you."

You giggle. Then you blush. Then you remember: "Where's the chili?"

"It's done, very onion-y though. Kinda tastes like Shrek made it." he teases, and you crack your first smile of the day. It certainly won't be your last.

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