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dreamsofbroflovski · 1 month ago

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yo…hear me out..

what the main four or others (as long as kyles in it..) are like for new years celebrations!

happy 2025 yall. let’s cook.

oh look its kyle bufflobster on that gif. my personal enemy.

Happy 2025!!! Hope everyone's having a great time already! As for me, I managed to drink cider that's been expired since 2021. It's going swell.

My first request for headcanons! I don't even know if I did these right, but I really did rack my brain. I also added some words about how they'd be with the reader because why not.

MAIN FOUR HEADCANONS - NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATIONS

𓆩♡𓆪 STAN MARSH

First thing that needs to be said: this man is pissed off days in advance over fireworks - if he has any pets, he has to make absolutely sure they’re safe and secure before anything else. He’s that guy who’s very vocal about how bad they are for animals (doesn’t really mention their effects on people), has probably tried to get them banned completely at some point.

Now that that’s out of the way. I think he’s the type to stay holed up in his home, order takeout and treat it as just another evening.

With the exception that he’ll have an excuse to drink a whole lot of cheap champagne without anyone being up his ass about it.

Avoids his family altogether, mostly due to his father wanting to go absolutely wild on the holiday, he needs to be far away from all that.

He’s not opposed to attending a party and being around his friends, but will not actively seek that out.

And if he’s partying, he’s gonna go blackout drunk and probably miss the actual turn of the year - only to try and drunkenly state his well wishes (or personal grievances) to everyone half an hour later when the whole thing has pretty much died down.

Thumbs up reacts to everyone’s texts on the afternoon of Jan 1st; no real response.

No resolutions at all. There’s no point - at the end of the day, the new year is just a continuation of everything that has been going on in his life. If he has to achieve anything, he’ll do so of his own accord, making a promise is just putting unnecessary weight on his own shoulders.

If he’s with you, however… He can be a little better and put more effort into it, because he sees how excited you are and doesn’t wanna burst your bubble.

Will do whatever you wanna do, but has a high preference for it just being the two of you somewhere isolated, with some food and music and the aforementioned champagne (which he drinks a lot less of if you’re present)

Will pull you into a kiss right as the fireworks start and try to keep you distracted for the duration, both because he wants to be as close to you as possible in that moment and also so that he can ignore the things entirely.

Will tell you all about how he loves you and how you’re the best thing that’s happened to him. Even if he sounds drunk, you know he means all of it entirely.

𓆩♡𓆪 KYLE BROFLOVSKI

He’s probably nothing special on NYE. Probably also stays at home, but not isolated.

Jewish New Year isn’t on Dec 31st, but I still think his parents do a little something, like some nice dinner or a reunion with extended family members or friends.

If he finds himself at some party, he’s pretty well-behaved even there. I don’t see him raising hell - however, if anyone stresses him out, he’ll fight like it’s any other old day.

Is the one fucker who brought the expensive champagne that no one can recognize the name of - which got the same treatment as the other cheap ones from the supermarket.

I do unfortunately see him in the position of designated driver. Someone has to make sure his dumbass friends don’t kill themselves on the road. That doesn’t mean he’s ever happy about it, though.

Watches people partake in superstitions, but doesn’t do any of them himself.

Sends ‘Happy New Year’ texts to almost everyone he knows as soon as midnight rolls over.

Makes resolutions and sticks to them - writes them, pins them to the wall, the whole nine yards. Morning of Jan 1st he’s already making detailed plans about how he’s going to achieve everything he said he would that year (whether those plans actually succeed is a whole different animal)

If he’s with you… He absolutely tries to make it a special night, despite it meaning little to him in a superstitious sense.

He’s also in the position where your plans are his plans, he’ll follow you. However, if you do accept to spend NYE with his family and him the whole time, it sends his heart soaring because he knows that you’re choosing him above all the other stuff you could be doing, and he’ll make sure you have a great time even if his family is… difficult.

Brings you into a soft and tender kiss as the new year rolls over, holding you close as you both share a toast of champagne and sort of ignore the first fireworks in favor of being with each other.

At the top of his resolution list is the mission to make your year the best it can possibly be, and to love you through all of it. He hasn’t really written that down on his list, though - because it’s on his mind 24/7 anyway.

𓆩♡𓆪 ERIC CARTMAN

Leaves his mother alone - he’s at a party somewhere, for sure. Even if he was invited to none, he’ll sneak his way in. Since no one really has it in them to argue with him on NYE, he gets to stay.

Which shouldn’t even be a bad thing, because he actually brings the heat; he shows up with several beverages and food every time. The part of it that sucks is the fact that everything he brings is for his consumption, so he’s still an expense to the host.

He can, however, legitimately be trusted with the aux. Actual decent taste when it comes to party music.

That one guy making jokes about how he ‘hasn’t showered since last year’ or shit. Except he says them at 10pm still on Dec 31st and no one’s sure if he’s just stupid or if it’s really true.

Wears party accessories ironically; possibly brought them.

Buys whole boxes of fireworks. He’ll try to find some poor soul to do the work of lighting them up for him, but normally can’t, so he does it himself and probably needs to be taken to the hospital from the burns or sets fire to something else entirely.

Makes posts and stories on social media wishing a half-assed Happy New Year to ‘everyone’ - when in reality he got maybe like, two texts at most. (Butters and his mom, most likely)

Strangely superstitious? People will see him go through all the possible traditions that anyone said would bring him good fortune. If anyone asks him about it, he’ll deny deny deny - actually, he’s wearing full white ‘because it’s drip’ and eating those grapes under the table ‘because he doesn’t want to share them’, it’s definitely not that he fears for his own luck if he doesn’t do so.

Since he is a little ‘stitious, that does mean he makes resolutions. And they’re usually grandiose, full of bullshit, and don’t really signify any relevant positive change for his life - it’s mostly just material and physical gratification. Needless to say, they’ve never come to fruition.

If he’s with you, barely anything changes, really.

Talks to you about his plans for the evening as if they’re a done deal. Basically drags you to whatever it is he wants to do. (You might even be the reason he’s able to get into a party to begin with)

Doesn’t kiss you straight away because he’s busy with his fireworks, but if he manages to not hurt himself, you get a heavy makeout session afterwards.

He talks mad shit about how you’re lucky to have him and how you should thank him for spending this time with you, but in reality, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Immensely grateful for your presence in his life and willing to do anything to keep it that way. However, you won’t hear a single word about it.

𓆩♡𓆪 KENNY MCCORMICK

Out of his house by sundown - the addicts around him don’t really need a special occasion for doing their shit and stirring trouble, but it still seems to worsen on the holidays, so he wants to avoid that.

The protection Stan feels towards animals, he feels towards his siblings. Before he goes do anything else, he has to make sure they’re accounted for, with their friends somewhere safe where they can enjoy the night.

When that’s dealt with, it’s party time. He does get invited to stuff, and tries his best to not show up empty-handed, even if it’s just a bottle of cheap alcohol. He might still fail in that regard, though, but it’s okay, we still love him.

Wears all the ridiculous party accessories unironically.

Has died, more than once, due to firework-related accidents. Still enjoys watching them, albeit from a very safe distance now.

Watches the ball drop livestream on the television with great interest, even if just because it’s in HD this time. Celebrates heavily when it finally happens.

His ‘Happy New Year’ texts come in the afternoon, because he’s always too wasted in the morning to tell anyone anything. People might receive a drunken nonsensical jumble of letters at midnight, though.

Says surface-level words about a resolution or two, but it’s mostly really simple stuff. Also doesn’t really hold any of that to heart, because he knows of his own bad luck.

Doing the absolute most for a new year’s kiss (or several), practically on his knees begging for it.

However, if he’s with you… You’re getting way more than a kiss. It doesn’t even matter where y’all are, he’s starting the year by doing his favorite thing with his favorite person.

He kinda drags you into his plans, but it’s not in a selfish way like Cartman does. He just wants to make sure the both of you have a great time.

If you turn out to invite him personally to spend time with your family or just yourself, words cannot describe how happy he’s gonna be. It’ll basically make his whole year. He’ll ditch any party for that.

Partying all night with his baby, watching the fireworks, making love and not having to worry about anything else? Count this dude in.

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micaluvssoccer · 9 months ago

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Girl next door: Nika Mühi story

Chapter six

Micaellas POV

they both say good night and they walk out and I watch them leave not realizing a tear falling. Ice walks over and she comforts me. I say I have enough room in my bed for four people and my couch has room for 9 yall are welcome to stay if you’d like to. They all say yay and they start arguing over who's gonna sleep where. I say or I can set up some sleeping bags as well. The girls say that’s probably better momma we want to be near you instead of on the couch and I say okay babies and then I grab the sleeping bags and I say so whoever sleeps with me in my bed just to let y’all know that I sleep with no shorts on because I get really hot when I sleep.

They all say okay and we dont mind and I get their sleeping arrangements done and I say shouldn’t you girls go get some clothes my clothes would be too big. They all say oh yeah we will be right back mama. I smile and say okay girls and then I start to get ready for bed and I put on a tank top and I take off my shorts and I get in the bed. I then hear the girls run back into the house and I softly laugh and I look up seeing them and ice runs straight for me and I open my arms. She jumps into my arms and she snuggles into me. I gently kiss her head and I rub her back and I say why were you glaring at Nika earlier. Ice says she was on her phone and she was making you sad. I say I know princess but maybe it was just a misunderstanding and kk says or maybe her and Paige are dating because usually Azzi would go with them for a sleepover.

I looked at Azzi and I said, "Is that true sweetheart, do you usually sleepover with them.

She sadly nods her head at me and I say oh and then I say well um let’s go to bed now. She climbs into bed next to me and I hold onto ice and azzi and I say well i guess we all will know tomorrow. They both just nod their heads. I fall asleep holding onto them and I feel kk and Ines come in the bed too. We all fall asleep and i wake up the next morning to all the kids in the bed with me. I giggled and I get out of bed and I do my morning routine and I then shut my bedroom door and I walk to the kitchen and I make breakfast. I hear a quiet knock on my front door while i make breakfast. I say it’s open and I continue to make breakfast.

Nika walks inside very slowly and she holds flowers. I continue to cook a huge breakfast platter and I say hi. She says hi and these are for you. I look back and say you can put them in the vase on the kitchen table. She sadly says okay and I say I appreciate the flowers thank you. Nika says you're welcome and I see paige behind her and holding her and then I see a leftover bag in Paige’s hands and I say oh where did you two go. She says oh we went out for breakfast. I nodded and starts to completely close off while I cook breakfast. The kids all walk in and they glare at nika and paige. I sighed and said Ines can you set the table for me please. She says yes mama and I feel her kiss my head and I softly smile and then I finish cooking. Nika and Paige look at each other all confused. Azzi looks over at them and scoffed and said what are they doing here.

Ice looks over at her and says your guess is as good as mine . I say Nika bought me flowers i don’t know why though. Ice scoffs and says why are you sending her flowers when you were making out with Paige last night. Paige says let's go, we aren't wanted here. I look down at the food and I say wait is this true Nika you’ve been flirting with me ever since I got here. She just sadly nods and I say take your flowers and go, give them to Paige. She sadly takes them and they walk out the door. I take deep breaths and I start to plate the food. Ice walks over and she cuddles with me. I look at her and say when did you girls see them make out or did you hear it.

they say a few days ago we saw it and i nodded and said wow so both of them were leading me on basically. Ice says they both might like you mama. I say wait what that’s crazy. Azza says yeah i agree with ice. I say then why were you all glaring at them then. They say because they made you upset and sad. I knocked on the wall and say come back. They both walk back in all sad looking. I say do you both like me if so why didn’t you say that. They both say we didn’t know if you like us both. I look at them both and I kiss them on the nose and I say you could have asked. They both smile and say we know that now. I shake my head and says go get the flowers now and ask me correctly. Nika says okay and they both run out the door to get the flowers. I serve my kids their food and drinks and I get my food too. They both come back in with the flowers and they both get down on one knee to ask me to be their girlfriend. I blush and say get up and come kiss me. They both stand up and they both deeply kiss me and I kiss them back and pull them both into me.

They both smile into the kiss and the kids say ewww. I blush and say go seat down on the couch i need to eat something. Paige sits down next to me and nika pulls me up and she sits down in my seat and then she sits me down on her lap. I blush and starts to eat my food and I say don’t blame the kids they were being protective. They say oh we don't and I say good because those are my babies and ice says yeah momma

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year ago

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Adore You

10,000 Hours Instagram Au (Joe Burrow)

Requested by: a beautiful anon 💕

Liked by itsy/n, taylorrooks, lahjay10_, espn, thewomancave, and 1,293,972 others

joeyb_9: They say if it's meant to be, it will be ❤️

taylorrooks: give me my credit where credit is due because if it wasn't for me neither of you would have said anything to each other all night since you thought it would be awkward! lahjay10_: oh lord here she go fashionbynatalie: lahjay10_ but is she lying though? we were tired of them giving each other pitiful looks so bestie taylor had to do what she needed to do itsy/n: I swear that I can't take either of you anywhere. just say we cute and go! taylorrooks: oh, yall are cute. very cute indeed.... all thanks to me. 🥰 lahjay10_: not joe gripping her hand for dear life, my mans is in LOVE joeyb_9: lahjay10_ and what about it? second chances don't always come around and I had a chance so I took it itsy/n: do yall insist on picking on us every time we post a pic? taylorrooks: YES fashionbynatalie: YES lahjay10_: YES sam_hubbard_: YES itsy/n: sam_hubbard_ now where did your ass come from?!

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joeyb_9: how is a human actually this gorgeous? And she's all mine? itsy/n 😜😍

taylorrooks: go best friend, that's my best friend 😍 itsy/n: omg stoppppppp 🙈🙈🙈🙈 fashionbynatalie: still don't understand how you let her go in the first place? itsy/n: natalie! fashionbynatalie: just calling it like I see it! joeyb_9: natalie, I don't know either lahjay10: walk walk, fashion baby! joeyb_: turning heads and breaking necks! alanarodriguez: now only if she could cook as good as she dresses itsy/n: alanarodriguez imma kick your ass joeyb_9: alanarodriguez she's gotten better, but I still get fed either way 🤷‍♂️ taylorrooks: OH alanarodriguez: 😐 fashionbynatalie: Now Joseph........ joeyb_9: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

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itsy/n: who gave him permission to look this cute? Lazy day with my bubs are the best days 💕

y/nandjoedaily: y/n is me because, who gave him the right? lahjay10_ not joeyb_9 cheating on me itsy/n: Now Mr. Chase, act accordingly. You have an interview with me this week lahjay10_: I'll get taylorrooks to do it taylorrooks: I'm doing what now? alanarodriguez: the two of you were supposed to be at my house an HOUR ago joeyb_9: alanarodriguez oh. that was today? and lahjay10_ don't come up in here acting like that alanarodriguez: do the two of you ever come up for air and realize that there are other people in the world? itsy/n: joey, did you hear something? joeyb_9: nope alanarodriguez: Joseph, now you know your girl can't cook and I offered to feed the both of you and this is how you want to act? joeyb_9: be there in 20. itsy/n: trust that big sisters will always throw you under the bus smh and I can cook! fashionbynatalie: itsy/n the burnt toast pic that joe sent me earlier tells me otherwise itsy/n: JOSEPHHHHHHH joeyb_9: natalie made me do it

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itsy/n: sitting pretty on the sidelines ready to cheer on my boo joeyb_9 😘

lahjay10_: shouldn't your ass be working?! itsy/n: lahjay10 and shouldn't your ass be warming up? WHY ARE YOU ON INSTAGRAM? joeyb_9: yeah, let me get this win so we can celebrate. Just me and you. I got the best good luck charm out there 😍 y/nandjoeupdates: because I was about to say them shorts are NOT work appropriate alanarodriguez: yall just announced that yall are back together and have fan accounts already? itsy/n: alanarodriguez the people adore me unlike my big sister who constantly critiques my cooking skills alanarodriguez: y/n, I don't care if you eat your cooking. I'm concerned for joe and your future children. joeburrowupdates: CHILDREN? itsy/n: now look at what you started smh, I'm going to get mozzarella sticks and watch my man joeyb_9: alanarodriguez, I typically just inhale it. when you do that you really don't have a chance to taste anything itsy/n: joeyb_9 celebrate by yourself joeyb_9: 😭😭😭

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itsy/n: still mesmerized every time I watch you play and I am so incredibly proud of you. I knew you were destined for greatness from day one. Love you bubs 💖

lahjay10_: damn idk who is more of a simp, you or joe itsy/n: JA'MARR GO AWAY smh joeyb_9: his ass is always somewhere hating but, thank you baby girl this means more to me than you know and I'm happy to have you by my side again taylorrooks: yall know he is never letting this go because apparently joe cheated on him with y/n even though he knew y/n longer but that's just my two cents lahjay10_: taylorrooks I want my special interview to be able to tell my story. the people will side with me. joeyb_9: 🙄🙄🙄 lahjay10_: you won't be rolling your eyes when I sue you for emotional distress itsy/n: bye Ja'Marr. exit stage left smh lahjay10_: itsy/n joeyb_9 this isn't over fashionbynatalie: joeyb_9 itsy/n wants you to grow the beard back, but you didn't hear it from me itsy/n: fashionbynatalie I.... seriously? fashionbynatalie: closed mouths do not get fed! y/nandjoeupdates: awww high school sweethearts are back together again. excuse me while I go and wedding plan.

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letstripdotcom · 1 year ago

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shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader pt2

a/n: i wasn’t gonna do a part 2 but i got a few requests for it so enjoy (or else🥰🔪) very short and not proofread

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings: same old same old smut 🙂

the next morning the sun beamed down on your face waking you up. shit. the last thing you wanted to happen was nick or matt seeing chris cuddled up shirtless next to you. luckily, you were always up before the three of them, so you had time to sneak chris back to his room.

“chris. chris!” you whisper shouted turing to wake him up. he let go and rolled off you you. “huh” he muttered half awake. “you gotta go before matt and nick wake up.” you told him. he gave you one last hug and a sloppy kiss on your neck before walking across the hall to his room.

you lied down on your bed and sighed. what would you tell nick and matt? would you tell nick and matt? what does this mean to chris? does he still hate me? my mind was flooded with thoughts. suddenly my phone buzzed breaking me out of my thoughts.

chris

u hungry?

yeah kinda

chris

come down in about 30 minutes:)

okay. i’ll shower then i’ll be down.

read: 9:23am

you tossed your phone on the bed beside you. what. the. fuck. you picked out your clothes for the day and you took a shower. you savored every last bit of the 30 minutes of peace you had because who knows how today will go.

after your shower, you head downstairs. you can small whatever chris is cooking. “i made pancakes, your favorite.” you smiled at him thankfully and took the plate from him. the silence was loud once you begun eating. “so” you spoke up. “what are we gonna tell your brothers?”

“i think telling them we talked it out would be fine. we tell them we had a deep conversation last night and we put the past behind us and were ready to be friends now. but we don’t tell them” he paused “we don’t tell them we had sex” i finished his sentence quietly. “exactly” he smiled

i finished my pancakes and went over to the living room couch. chris did the dishes and followed behind me. “you know y/n, i’ve known you since 6th grade isn’t that crazy” “yeah?” i say in a confused tone trying to figure out where he’s going with this. “i’ve known you since 6th grade and we’re adults now” he continues “and i haven’t once told you how i’ve truest felt. i’ve told you how much i hate you many times, but have i ever told you how awful every one of our arguments made me feel?”

i look at him with furrowed eyebrows as i try to think of a response. “really?” was all i could think to say. “every time we would argue like we did the night of that party, i would feel like such a dick. especially when i would catch a glimpse of you and i could tell you were crying.” he says. “then why did you do it?” i ask him.

“i’m not good at expressing emotions, and i ruined it all for myself. if i had ye chance, i would go back to 6th grade and make it all right.” he stared at you “wow” was all you could say before you found yourself kissing chris. your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your lips along his.

his tongue soon makes its way into your mouth exploring every part. you put your hands in his hair and tug slightly which makes him groan. he grabs your waist and sets you on his lap. you kiss very deeply, exploring every part of eachother.

“so i’m guessing y’all made up?” a voice spoke from behind us. jumped off of chris’s lap looking at nick. “surprise!” i awkwardly smiled at him. “thank god” he sighed. “so ur not mad?” i asked “god no. i’d rather you guys practically eat each others faces than hear yall argue for the next week. just not in front of me please.” me chris and nick all laughed

later that night went out to dinner, and chris was teasing me the whole time. no matter where we were he was always touching me somehow. he would run my thighs or hug my waist or whisper something in my ear. i know he was trying to get my worked up and it was working. if i could i would have let him fuck me on the dinner table right in the middle of the restaurant.

the so we got back to the house, i practically dragged him up to my room and slammed the door. “you’re such a tease” is all i said before kissing him hungrily. he grabbed my waist and guided me to the bed, laying me on my back. instead of crawling on top of me like i expected, he lowered himself between my legs.

he lifted up my dress, running his cold hands up my body as he exposed my underwear. he then started to leave wet sloppy kisses up my thighs. “chris please” i beg as he gets closer to where i need him most.

he then tauntingly pulls down my panties and sets them to the side. i moan just at how close he is me me. he then licks a stripe up my folds completely flattening his tongue. my hands immediately fly to his hair. “oh my god chris” i whine.

my legs tighten around his head as he eats me like a starved animal. chris was becoming so turned on by my moans and praises that he had to remove a hand from my waist to try to get himself off. he stroked hard and fast as he continued eating me. he moaned into me, sending tingles all through my body causing my back to arch off the bed.

“chris i’m about to cum i’m about to come” i whined. chris groaned, this mouth still not separating from my pussy. “chris please keep doing that” i begged. he groaned again. “oh fuck” i screamed as i came. chris cleaned up every last one of my juices before he lifted his head from between my shaking legs

chris stood up to get a towel, and grab me a change of clothes when i noticed the wet patch on his crotch. “chris if you needed help all you had to do was ask” i told him. “it’s fine, i just couldn’t help it you sounded so beautiful.” he smiled. i can tell he was clearly still hard. “how bout you lay down while i help you” i smirked crawling over him.

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a/n- this is the ending you get bc i’m dying from a migraine right now🥰

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xbadmuse · 1 year ago

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Girls Dinner - Part I

this is the first part of the story i talked about. let me know if you are interested in the continuation of this.

this is a nsfw story, like everything else on my blog.

this is about Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader x Task Force 141

i did not proof read, please excuse the mistakes.

it was almost night time when you decided to make yourself your dinner. the car lights from outside shining through your window, illuminating on your face and disappearing into the darkness once again. turning your stove on, your mind wandered into places you did not want to explore.

you missed your boyfriend, deeply, but you tried everything to not think too much about him. he was away and you know that he will come back. you did not want these thoughts to creep up on you since you knew that this will only make your situation a lot worse and make you sadder than you already are. while cutting your veggies, your tried to hum a song, not letting all these thoughts get to you as your mind drifted off to the simple things in your life right now, for example your work which you will have to go tomorrow or all the things you still have to do, all the things to keep your mind at bay.

You huffed some air out of your lungs, turning the stove off and adding your seasonings while humming a song, you suddenly heard keys and the door opening to your apartment in one swift motion. You turn around, your face brightening the second you see your boyfriend who has been on a mission for over 4 weeks. Simon walks through the door, throwing his backpack to the side and seeing you standing in the kitchen. His eyes were fixed on you, standing there as he looked at your bare shoulders. You have been wearing little to nothing on your body, with a shoulder less tight crop top and your underwear, thinking you are home alone and ready to spend this night alone as well.

Your smile started to fade the moment you hear muffled voices, and three men entering your apartment as well. The men walking into sight, knowing that you were home, Price, Johnny and Gaz smiled at the sight of you. Eyes widening from all parties as you definitely were not expecting visitors, you were shocked to see all men storming into your apartment but of course you were still happy that they were all alive at least.

You notice Simon standing in the doorway, glancing over at you and then turning to look at Gaz, who has a smirk plastered on his face while he leans against the doorway as well. With the cooking pan in your hand, you looked down at yourself and back up again, watching the men intensely. You cleared your throat at the slight awkward tension in the room. “uhm... good to see you all”, glaring at Simon.

“well…please excuse me for a second”, you tried to smile as friendly as possible, deep down already choking Simon to death for this embarrassing moment. You placed the cooking pan on the stove hurriedly as it started to turn in circles and almost fell off the stove, but you grabbed it in time and saved it before it fell to the ground. Smiling awkwardly, you clumsily hushed past the men, running to your room to change.

Simon turns, following you with his eyes and turning back around, staring at the men, before clearing his throat to get their attention. All three men stopped looking after you and shift their attention over to Simon again.

“yall look like animals” he says loudly and sighs, before walking off in the opposite direction towards your bedroom. You were rushing around in your bedroom, grabbing your joggers out of the closet, and pushing your legs inside as Simon opened the bedroom door and walked inside. You were really happy to see your boyfriend again but so damn furious at him at the same time as you noticed him getting inside and closing the door behind him.

“did I not tell you to text me before you come and take all of your men with you?” you hissed, throwing your shirt over your head annoyed at his stupid grin which you can still see even with his balaclava on. he watched you getting changed but he doesn't say anything, instead, he just leans against a wall, observing you quietly a small smirk forms on his face as you grumble while fixing your hair after pulling your shirt over your head. once you are done Simon continued staring at you, his eyes slowly falling to your chest. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head and crossing your arms over your chest “unbelievable Simon...”

Simon sighs calmly, as if trying to avoid an argument but eventually, he takes a step forward and walks over to you his voice is as calming and monotone as ever, looking at you, still grinning, "can you take off that shirt again love?"

you scoff, looking at him confused as you raise your eyebrow, a big question mark on your face. This man is unbelievable, “definitely not Simon” and with that you took off, walking past him and out the bedroom. You were definitely not having his games after standing half naked in front of his comrades even though you always ask him a thousand times to let you know beforehand if he is not coming home alone. You do not have anything against them visiting and needing a place to crash and using your apartment for that but you want to know everything before things like this happen and with Simon having your key to your apartment you are expecting this kind of rule to be understood. You were beyond annoyed at him, he did not even try to apologize and just turned this into his dirty ass game.

Walking back to the kitchen, now fully clothed you started finishing cooking your meal. You added more since you won’t be eating alone anymore. Gaz, Price as well as Johnny sat at the kitchen aisle, talking to you while you cooked, having a normal conversation, and ignoring the awkward tension just moments ago.

As Simon watches you walk away from him, he takes a moment before walking out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. He sees them sitting together and talking while you were cooking. he walks over to where you were standing and slowly leans against the counter by your side not saying anything for now.

he leaned against the kitchen counter next to you as you finished preparing the plate for the men. “hey babe”, he said, quietly as you looked up at him. You were still angry, furious even but still deep down you were so excited after hearing his voice again after so long. Simons eyes smiled softly at you, he knows that what he did was wrong, and he knew that he should apologize but he couldn't help it. he loved seeing you like this, angry, a little annoyed at him and yet you were still so beautiful to him.

as you prepared the plates on the kitchen isle where the three men were sitting and started to enjoy their meals, talking,and babbling away, Simons eyes drifted to your body. he slowly leans forward gently placing his hands on your hips whispering, "babe come here...”. looking over to him, he leaned in closer the moment you started to pout playfully. with one swift motion he pushed you to his body as you closed your eyes and felt his embrace.

you wrapped your arms around his body, your head leaning against his chest softly. Simon smiles as he hugs you tightly. one hand firmly gripping your waist, as the other gently rests on the back of your head as you lay it against his chest. Simons eyes flicker over to Price and Soap, who are still busy eating and chatting as well as Gaz who was staring quickly at the two of you smiling.

"You smell delicious, love." Simon whispers. a muffled sound escapes your mouth as a thank you. you nuzzled your face deeper into his chest and inhaled his scent. Cigarettes, after shave and the smell of outside rain, this combination of scents you missed when he was not near you. after a while you pushed yourself off him, realizing that you are not alone. Looking up and into his eyes you smiled.

“do you want to eat?”, you asked him innocently already grabbing a plate for him. Simon smiles and nods softly, in response to your question. Your innocence and sweetness always seem to be able to catch him unaware as he takes the plate from you.

It has been a few hours since the whole task force stormed your apartment, and everyone was ready to crash into bed. Gaz & Price were sharing one of your rooms which had no beds inside but only one couch and a single mattress. Simon you and Johnny were sharing your bedroom. Soap was getting a mattress on the ground and you and Simon were sharing your single bed together. Laying down, your back pressed against his chest, the only sound in the room now was Simons breathing in your neck and Johnnys already sly snoring, knowing that he has already fell asleep pretty fast.

Simon's eyes are closed, as he lays in bed with you, his arms wrapped tightly around you and every movement you make causes you to feel his touch. Your soft breathing and warm body made it hard for Simon to fall asleep. It is not the first time that you are sharing a bed, but it is the first time to share a bed while someone else was in the room with you.

After a while, you eventually stirred waking yourself up a bit as you feel Simon’s arms around you. you sigh softly, "...Simon?". You whisper, “simon please tell me that’s your phone pressing against me” you whispered tiredly again to him. Simons eyes flutter open, he feels you pressing against his body, a sly mewl escapes his lips as he becomes very aware of your question. he sighs softly out of his nose, feeling the warms on your neck. You turned your head to face him as he looks down at you, "that's not my phone, baby".

Simon was still wearing his balaclava and you felt him lifting it up slowly just over his lips to peek out. he started kissing your neck, sucking gently, holding you tightly against his body. Simon starts breathing heavily, as he continues, one of his hands is on your hair as he pushes it away from your neck, the other holding you close to himself. You feel his plump lips on your neck, as well as his heart beating quickly. his breaths are coming in quick bursts, and you can feel his body moving against yours, his lips go from your neck to your ear, "you smell so good, love...". you feel his nose against your neck as he inhales softly and with that you tried to push away from him, sliding away a little to not be in full contact with him, turning away from him.

Simon sighs slightly, looking down at you, "love what's wrong...?"

“nothing” you muster quietly still not facing him. Simon breaths out of his nose as he scoots closer to you. he gently takes your chin, turning your head towards him, "if there's nothing wrong, then why move away from me?"

“i know what you want to do and i don’t want to do it now.” you whispered, “we’re not alone in this room and I am still annoyed about what happened earlier when you all stormed into the apartment without letting me know beforehand as i asked you to a thousand times”, your eyebrows furrowed looking into Simons eyes, he started nodding, as he lets go of your chin. he turned around, looking looks over to Johnny’s bed. he can't help but laugh quietly, “i think Soap can sleep through a hurricane. don't worry, love. he ain't gonna hear or see anything".

you stared up at him. “you really do not care about what I am thinking and how I am feeling huh?” with that you grabbed the blanket and tossed it away, getting out of the bed. Simon stares at you, as he lets his head rest against his hand watching you get out of bed. he takes a moment, before speaking softly, the balaclava still covering his face, "I do understand, love but you also need to understand that I want you”

“is there any way, ANY way you could just for ONCE think with your brain instead of your dick when you’re around me?” you whispered loudly, still quite enough for Johnny not to hear as you shake your head and walk out of your bedroom and into the living room. you closed the door behind yourself softly and walked to the couch, sitting down and grabbing your phone to distract yourself.

you cannot explain what has gotten into you but you felt like you weren’t ready for what Simon wanted. you loved it when he was with you, you missed him whenever he wasn’t with you but sometimes you wished that he for once doesn’t see you as a woman who he just wants to visit and fuck quickly. of course, intimacy was important to you too but you wished for him to be just a little understanding instead him trying to solve all of your problems with sex. but maybe you were just exaggerating. shrugging your shoulders you continued scrolled through TikTok.

Simon sighs, leaning against the headboard as he takes a deep breath in and overthinking your words. he tried to distract himself by closing his eyes and falling asleep but it was too hard, the urge to take you right here and now was growing more and more. he hates himself sometimes for not being a little gentler and loving with you but just looking at you made him feel crazy. he can't think straight when he sees you like this, the feeling he has closing around his stomach makes him lose his mind. the moment he came home and saw you with only your panties on, he was about to push you against the kitchen counter and just take you while everyone was watching. he was obsessed, too obsessed to understand anything at this point.

Simon stands up and walks over to the door opening it and peering out. seeing you on the couch, he slowly closes the door to your bedroom, walking towards you.

Part II

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chaos-chloe · 3 months ago

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Love Unplugged- Pezzy x F!reader

Summary: QNA before TwitchCon

TW: Established relationship, kissing, Sly, cursing, if i missed anything lmk <3

“Chat, since this is the last stream before Twitchcon, ___ and I thought it would be an idea to do a mini, relationship Q&A with yall.” Pezzy suggested the idea “Would y’all like that? Like get to know us and __ more?”

Chatuser: YEA

chatter2:Hell yeah

Chattsuser: pepeyes

Mod2: how are we doing this?

Userchatter: Mmmm

Mod3: any limits? What are we deleting?

___users: Nothing super weird, nothing stupid like ssn and credit card info. dont be annoying

“Yeah, what ___ said.” Pezzy agreed wholeheartedly with ___. “Babe, come on in the office-oh anyway before you come in; can you bring me some water?”

___user: yeah, lemme get some real clothes on

While ___ was getting ready, Pezzy was chatting a bit with chat trying to get a grasp of what the sea of questions were going to look like. Some chatters were already being weird, thankfully the mods were on top of everything tonight for the ending segment.

With the chat buzzing with excitement, I entered Pezzy’s office with Sly in my arms, smiled widely and began reading the questions aloud. “Alright, fam! Let’s see what you have for us. Remember, no question is too weird,” I chuckled

“Let’s start with something simple-Oo like how did y’all meet?”___ Blank read outloud. “We meet officially through Mr. ElasticDroid with one of the late night Discord sessions, right?” I asked uncertainty, turning towards Pezzy.

“Yeah, I slightly remember it, I believe it was the night where it was you, Simple, Ash, Grizzy, Droid, Tuxi and I were all on call. I think that was when you told Droid all the “hot gossip” and that's when I was like “yep she's mine” Pezzy divided into more details for chat. ”Oh my god, it was because it was the night he went “Buzz Buzz Bitch” and clapped back with “You keep buzzing but you aint gonna get an answer.”

“Oh my-Yes! It was that night where I was invited to more chats, cause y’all, as in you chat, wanted more of me clapping back on the boys, mostly Ash.” I was enjoying the trip down memory lane filled with nostalgia.

As the chat filled up with laughter and fun inquiries, question after question brought out their playful banter and candidness.

“Why do you think opposites attract?” one user typed. I shot a glance at Pezzy with a wry smile. "Well, maybe it's because Pezzy keeps my dark heart light,” she teased, watching Pezzy feign shock before grinning back.

“Yeah, and ___ keeps my chaotic life grounded,” Pezzy added, smirking as Sly curled his tail around Pezzy's wrist, as if he approved of the sentiment.

“Here’s a fun one- ‘What song would describe your relationship the best?” Pezzy read outloud with a thinking face, “Hmmm, it's an old throwback for us, “My love” by Justin Timberlake. As cringy as this sounds but it's true; “Ain’t another woman that can take your spot”. Pezzy included an explanation.

“You know, I will have to go with Just Can't Get Enough by the Black Eyed Peas.” I say with some secrets not needing to be revealed to the public. “I would go deeper like Pezzy....” I explained with a smile and wink to the camera. “If y’all hear the lyrics there's no need for one.”

BigPuffer: stop cappin ___ its Friends Don’t -bigpuffer gf’s

“Girl shhh, but you know it's true now that I am thinking of it.” I started with my hand rubbing Sly from head to the tip of her tail. “I like that question, Who spoils who more? Does Pezzy spoil me more?” I read to Pezzy

“Well this can go two ways with us, I spoil her more with small or big gifts. She spoils me more, like cooking and more housing chores. This is gonna sound bad, but she will agree with me, she spoils me by being a homebody but still working a lot!” Pezzy explains to chat. “Chat, y’all dont understand this lady right here spoils the fuck out of me with food.”

“I’ll agree to disagree, in both worlds we spoil each other on the same level.” I said with a shrug of shoulders nonchalantly. “Oo to stay on the topic of food or cooking. What's your favorite way to spend a weekend together?” I chuckled as Sly bounced with my small belly laugh.

"Cooking, definitely! I whip up some magic in the kitchen, and Pezzy always gets to be my charming taste tester." Pezzy nodded enthusiastically, "Best job in the world, honestly. Especially when it’s Bella’s famous spicy enchiladas."

As the chat grew, questions evolved from the cute and quirky to a bit more serious, like, “How about we knock a couple questions out at once, I keep seeing “how old are you?” “How long have we been dating? Also, a weird question of age gap?” Pezzy read out to me, with a weird offended face, “Age gap? That's a weird one guys.” I stated, fluffing up Sly’s fur.

“I’m 26, Pezzy is 27, a year and a half gap, and how long have we been together?” Looking at Pezzy, thinking back on dates, racking my brain for a number. “We have been friends for 2 to 3 years, so we have been dating for 2ish years?” I asked thinking about to numbers out loud

“Yeah, that seems right babe- Guys don't come for her not remembering, we know what date we met so we celebrate then but we don't put a number on it. Hell I don't remember but 2 years seems right.” Pezzy explained to chat so they dont hate on us. “We are happy like this, so no need to be assholes.”

“I seen a couple normal ones, who’s my favorite music artist? I really like Kali Uchis, and Tyler the Creator. I saw him in concert and Jesus, I would love to go again and meet him.” I gushed with passion for their music.

The evening flowed, and laughter echoed as they answered questions about their favorite memories, their worst cooking disasters, and how they navigated life's challenges together. Each story offered a glimpse into their lives, painting a picture of love that was both exhilarating and earnest, layered with the complexity of their differences, yet united in a common goal: to support one another.

“How many languages does ___ speak?” Pezzy read to me, while giving me puppy eyes so he can show me off for a bit to chat.

“Dos, two. I speak English and Spanish. Spanish was my first language so you’ll hear it come out more than often,” I explained “But recently, I’m learning a third one. I’m still learning how to speak Droid. I swear to god guys I still don't know what that motherfucker is saying or meaning after 4 plus years.” I joked around, letting Sly jump out of my arms into Pezzy’s.

“Ooh babe what about this one, “We will meet ___ at Twitchcon?” Pezzy asked me while still looking at his screen, as chat exploded at that one. “Maybe, I don't like crowds that much. I usually hangout with the other girlfriends, most like BigPuffers; or I am at the hotel chilling– But you know what chat? I'll make this deal, right now, if Pezzy gets more than 50 subs by the end of stream, I’ll join the meet up on the last day. Does that sound like a good deal, chat?” I integrated chat.

By the end of the session, they were exploring the question that would leave an indelible mark on their followers' hearts: “What’s the best advice you’d give to couples?” I leaned closer to Sly and said, “Never stop being yourselves, and make sure to communicate openly. And… keep a cat around. It helps!”

Pezzy nodded, adding, “And don’t forget to laugh—sometimes it’s the little moments that mean the most.” The essence of their love radiated through their words, a resonance that lingered long after the stream had ended.

As they wrapped up the Twitch session and began to unwind, I looked over at Pezzy, my heart swelled with warmth. “You know, I never expected to find my other half through a video session,” I said, stroking Sly's fur as if to affirm the bond they all shared. Pezzy smiled back, our eyes glimmering with that same spark from that fateful night. "Neither did I, but I’m glad I did."

“Babe, you do know that you’re gonna join us at Twitchcon? I've gotten 75 subs since.” Pezzy said with a smirk. “Fuck.”

#frouse #pezzy #bigpuffer #elasticdroid #fanfic #frog house #grizzy #twitch streamer x reader #youtuber x reader #pezzy x reader #pezzy fanfic #pezzy x you #pezzy fanart

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sharklovingaquarist · 3 months ago

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Ok guys so this is gonna be a long one but Im going to talk about

Male apathy during pregnancy and post partum

Post partum mental distress

How the medical system fails women

How men should do their part

So I just saw a post by a man talking about how men downplay the process of reproduction, and yeah, duh - BUT I've come to a conclusion. There are two types of expectant/new father in this world: the type that treats his wife like a toy or the type that treats his wife like a cute pet and claps for her from the sidelines. "Yeah babe ur so strong" while not doing shit. So in this post, the guy is like "errrrr fellow males, did you know that the nutrients actually come from your wife's body?!?!" Like how is that not common knowledge? The uterus doesn't have little claw arms building a fetus. An embryo is created by a male and female, and that embryo attaches to the uterus and LEECHES from the female bloodstream.

He then he goes on to talk about how much blood we can lose during vaginal birth and c-sections, and Imma just say here and now that the medical system sucks ass. Yeah, birth sucks. Pregnancy sucks. But I kinda hate how people pass of a lot of the pain as a fact of life. The fact is that the medical system is vastly male, and males who put their poorly hidden fetishes into practices (I did veterinary science in highschool, and it was even prevalent there... vaginal speculums and artificial insem- 🤢) I'm sure we've all heard humans should stand to deliver a child. The high death statistic for women in childbirth (also explained by more black women dying than white), the lack of knowledge on the female body, and the priority of babies over women all tells me one thing: Birth is certainly painful, but it may be more dangerous than it should be. My honest opinion is that death rates exploded once men infiltrated our care due to their view of us as a vessel. Maybe if the medical system focused on helping us rather than letting a fetus escape its "flesh box", then we'd be somewhere.

And finally... he talked about post partum mental health... so I've been wanting to talk about this. It has recently become noticeable to me that human females have a hard time mentally after the birth of children meanwhile most animal females don't. Sure, there are cases where animals abandon offspring, but I chalk that up to not being prepared to care for offspring. Nature usually prioritizes an adult over a newborn. Also the abandonment of offspring is something I only really hear about in domesticated animals (and animals in zoos so environmental distress or lack of knowledge), of whom we have fucked over in so many ways through selective breeding. Shit even domestic bettas and angelfish, who are usually good parents, have this issue in domestication. But why is it that other animals don't have nearly as many post partum issues as humans. I'll say it, I believe post partum mental distress is largely due to societal dynamics. Sure, hormones are off, but the society we live in only fuels this. It's like when you're on your period. You feel off but it's more a loss of tolerance. The rise in estrogen near and after birth can cause you to already be a bit unbalanced, but let's add some situations onto it. You're going to be the primary caretaker because of modern male incompetence, then you're going to lose sleep which causes more instability, then you're expected to still cook and clean, and men in most countries don't get paternity (ohhhh I wanna tell yall a story about that so baddddd... its in the comments if ur up for it) so youre left alone with a screaming child while trying to heal and getting no sleep and probably not seeing the sun because youre busy and thats a major mood stabilizer (as someone with a mood disorder) all for the father to come home and play with the infant and pass it right back to you. And we haven't even gotten into the culture surrounding it. Women are expected to put on a loving maternal persona while fathers remain the same. For men being a father is prideful and gives you all these positive characteristics like strength... but for mothers your mind is deemed more simplistic, your identity is erased. People see pregnancy and motherhood as a performance and you are the lead actress. Youre treated differently, percieved differently, and thats fueled by bioessentialism. New moms do not feel more "loving" towards an infant than new fathers. Both secrete oxytocin, it comes with the monogamous, biparental animal package dumbass. Why would I be more loving towards something that sucks my boob off and ripped me open. So while I'm not trying to discredit post partum depression, I'm absolutely saying that societal issues are the pushing force. Im also pretty sure post partum statistics fluctuate based on country, and that in countries with paternity and a more equal dynamic have lower cases. But I'm not mentally stable enough myself to look into it, I know "trust me bro" type shit.

In conclusion 🤓 I'm tired of people seeing female pain and not finding ways to help it. The female body is strong, but it also needs care. You wouldn't expect a person with a broken leg to win a marathon. That's the whole reason males stay with females is to. Do. Their. Part. Idc if I'm picky, but literally, any talk on kids or pregnancy leaves me so dissatisfied. Expect men to start acting like an expectant father and partner during pregnancy. Your job is to comfort, provide, learn how to ease pains, provide emotional labor, drive and GO TO appointments (I think if it was even really "about life" they would look into male health too but that's a convo for another day), pay for appointments, be ready to help in case an emergency, so much more. Cuz it's always "don't drink while pregnant!" But how come the baby daddy can be at the bar with his friends? What if I go into labor? He needs to stay sober too I'm not his broodmare! The way men act like it has nothing to do with them because "well uhhhh I not carry a baby 🤷‍♂️" makes me so mad. As a new father too, they think "well man don't feed baby 🤤" like there isn't so much more. Imo, the man should be doing housework, taking care of the infant besides breastfeeding, and caring for a post partum partner. Even with breastfeeding, you can be involved. Take the infant when it's done eating, sit with your partner, provide company, and bond with your family. I've come to the conclusion that men don't want partners they want a collection. Men cannot accept that they have a weaker role while still being involved. Either he's big strong man or it's weak and my business. And the men that cheer from the side see it as "well she does most of it so that obviously means it's all her business but I'll just tell her she's soooooo strong" not like... telling other men how to do their job. Men are pathetic. Want credit for zero effort.

#radical feminism #abortion #feminism #pro choice #womens rights #sorry this shit is so long im so tired of men cumming in a woman and acting like its none of his business

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according2thelore · 2 months ago

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So I've had a LOT of thoughts lately about the es/ls verse and just samdean as a whole, and I want to send SO MANY ideas to yall about them, but I don't want to spam your ask box so I'll just send this one FOR NOW.(I'm sorry in advance for the asks you'll eventually get coming from me lol, I've just got the brain rot(tm))

So, Nsfw Foursome idea, ls!Sam fucking es!Dean from behind IN FRONT OF es!Sam(after they've confessed to each other ofc). At this point es!Sam ahs only ever been fucked by es!Dean, so he's never seen this side of him. And so es!Sam is super turned on but also like, very jealous(and surprised cause Dean loooves taking it and is super pretty like this. Who knew his brother could make those sounds?)

And es!Dean is lowkey ashamed/embarrassed to show this part of himself to es!Sam because he's still supposed to be the big man and sam is his baby! Hes supposed to be the one begging and crying! Hes not supposed to see Deanlike this! So he's all red faced and panting, and hey, maybe even crying a bit. But he's also like, SO turned on.

Idk where ls!Dean would be during this, probably either holding es!Sam back and teasing him while he forces him to watch the other two without doing anything, or also fucking him in the same position so the two younger versions of themselves are facing each other.

Bonus idea: Ls!Dean being the one to fuck his younger self, which somehow makes es!Dean even MORE ashamed and embarrassed, and ls!Sam holding es!Sam back instead, teasing him while not letting him do anything about it, which makes es!Sam even MORE desperate and angry, but also...it kind of turns him on. Plus es!Sam wouldn't know if he should be jealous or not because they're *both* Dean, and its hot seeing him in both the dominant and submissive position at the same time, but also *thats his dean! Get away! He should be fucking him!*

Either way, throw in a few angrily horny comments from es!Sam and a few teary/moaning "I'm sorry sammy" from es!Dean as he literally loses his mind to pleasure, feeling ashamed/embarrassed that Sam is seeing him like this, and you've got a recipe for a scene I'd be giggling and kicking my feet to.

In the end their old selves would probably feel too bad to keep up the teasing, so they'd eventually let their younger selves lunge at each other at some point to make out or something lol.

(Also es!Sam seeing es!Dean being submissive for the very first time and being obsessed?👀)

There's just SO MUCH potential here.

Sorry for the sudden smut, I just thought you might enjoy lol.

hi, friend!!!!!

thank you for being so patient with me!! PLEASE spam our inbox omg--i ADORE to hear what you're thinking/what you've got cooking! and EEEE let's talk about it!!!!!!!! nsfw below the cut (and above it, lol)!

LS!Sam topping ES!Dean

FUCK I THINK YOU KILLED ME. YES YES YES YES!

LS!Dean biting marks into ES!Sam while he watches ES!Dean get his shoulders shoved forward so he's bent forward, perfect so ES!Sam can see every single thing happening on his face as LS!Sam's huge fingers open him for the first time. ES!Dean turning bright red but bucking back on LS!Sam's fingers because FUCK and his eyes roll back into his head a little and he's gasping and panting when LS!Sam finally puts the fat head of his dick right at his ass, about to push in.

ES!Sam watches ES!Dean take every inch, how much he shoves himself back against LS!Sam, how much he's begging for it. ES!Dean can't look him in the eyes. maybe he even begs "sammy look away" but ES!Sam is riveted watching him being taken apart.

ES!Sam knew ES!Dean was pretty but he didn't realize how quite fucking pretty ES!Dean is when he's begging. and ES!Dean--even though the humiliation of it is almost too much--cannot HANDLE how big LS!Sam is and how fucking hot it is to watch ES!Sam want to reach out but not being able to. to watch him fall apart from just watching ES!Dean.

ES!SAM&DEAN MAKING OUT WHILE THEIR OLDER SELVES FUCK THEM!!!!!!!! UHHHHHHHHHH. ES!Sam holding on for dear life while LS!Dean slams their hips together, punching noises out of ES!Sam who's scrabbling for purchase on the bedsheets, nails finally sinking into ES!Dean's arm who is being systematically taken apart with slow, dragging, precise thrusts that have him completely loose and begging at the same time. ES!Sam grabbing ES!Dean's tear-streaked face and slamming their mouths together, spit sliding out of mouths as their disparate paces keep trying to drag their mouths apart. ES!Dean begging sam for release and ES!Sam can barely hear him but his brain is screaming because surely dean is talking to him, and he begs dean behind him to go deeper, and now they're just begging into each other's open mouths.

2. LS!Dean topping ES!Dean

YES!!!!!!! the first foursome thing i wrote for them plays into this because it's SUCH a fun concept to me. radical self-love, lol. LS!Dean sees it as a form of domination/emasculation, but you cannot tell me any dean would not find fucking his clone a little hot. it starts as a power play but it ends in a weird emotional space when ES!Dean is trying to prove himself and LS!Dean immediately recognizes it for the nerves it belies. LS!Dean knowing exactly how to fuck ES!Dean up, exactly how close he is to coming and just keeps pushing him right up to that edge and back, and back, and back.

LS!Sam has ES!Sam's back pressed against his chest, so ES!Sam can see exactly how ES!Dean likes to get fucked. slow hand on his dick, just a hand cupping him and not doing a lot else, maybe a stroke every dozen seconds that is just-this-side-of-too-hard that has ES!Sam's vision going white. LS!Sam spilling filth right in ES!Sam's ear, hot and heavy and ES!Sam can feel his wet breath, close enough to kiss.

also you're so right, ES!Sam seeing ES!Dean's veneer and shiny-big-brother-routine get rubbed off with LS!Sam's huge fucking hands or LS!Dean's teeth leaving dark splotches already blooming on ES!Dean's freckled skin?? he's obsessed. seeing ES!Dean get dissolved into a cock-hungry, empty little vessel with big teary eyes and plump, pink mouth hanging open??? YUP. ES!Sam is watching it like he's watching the creation of the universe.

BTW: "i'm sorry sammy" launched me out of a fucking rocket. i can't even add anything because YES!!!! YUP!!!! MHMM!!!!!! /!!*(!UHEWIGF

FUCK can i tag your ask in our "fave" folder, lol?? this concept, and your writing (!!!!!!!!) is SO GOOD!!!!! GAH!!!! buying you a dozen roses.

THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK! and seriously, drop in any time!! it always makes me happy to see your name in our notifs! :)

-lizzy <333

(ES/LS verse masterlist/explanation here)

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #animangalover15

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onthr-dream · 1 year ago

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Sick too

Character: opla!Sanji × fem!mom!reader, D/n (daughter name)

Y/n is getting sick too after her baby cought a fever. Part two of Vaccine (Can be read without reading part 1)

Tw: throwing up, sickness, kids and all that (tell me i missed something

Notes: i'm still occupied with some gir dad Sanji so enjoy

Y/n woke up with a sick stomach and walked slowly into the kitchen, where she can find her beloved husband.

"My tummy's sick, i think i wanna throw up.." y/n said groggily.

"Want some tea? No wait, have a little breakfast, at least fill those stomach a little" Sanji hand her her plate and sat her down on the kitchen island seat. Y/n let out a disagree whine vut eat it anyway, she know better than to let her stomach goes empty.

Not long after, they both could hear D/n crying for someone to pick her up. Y/n immediately stood up but sat back down with a thud when she felt a wave of nausea hit her. Sanji turned from his cooking and looked back, Sanji immediately ran to her.

"Amor? Let's rest up, yeah? I'll take care of D/n, i don't have much work today. Can't risk mommy to be more sick, right?" Said him while going to the nursery room to take care of D/n.

"Shhh baby, your fever is going down, you'll be better soon okay?" Sanji is now rocking the baby in his arms after feeding it some warmed milk from the fridge. "Mommy is also a little sick, let's be more calmer okay?" "Ma..?" D/n answered as she heard a familiar name. "Yes, darling, mama is sick" as if understanding what her father said, D/n reduced her voice to a little coo.

Seeing his baby calmed down, Sanji begin to change her sweaty clothes and her diaper. Sanji also prepared her bowl of porridge as soon as they got out from the nursery room.

"Okay baby, time to eat" Sanji sat down beside her baby's high chair and feed her slowly, even when she fuss around a bit not wanting to eat.

"Good girl, you're done eating" Sanji said as he wipe her messy mouth. D/n let out a cry wanting to be held again in her dad's arm. "Ma! Ma!" Said D/n pointing at the sleeping figure inside an opened bedroom. "Wanna visit mommy? But you have to be quiet okay, she needs rest" "yeah!" D/n answered happily

Sanji walked quietly into the bedroom, smiling to himself when he saw her wife sleeping soundly. He looked back at D/n and saw his baby making a grabby hand at her mom. Y/n stir awake at the call and looked towards the sound. "Hi baby, i'm sorry mommy's sick" "Morning, darling. How's your sleep?" Ask Sanji while sitting beside her wife and stroke her hair "mhm, good, did D/n drinks her med?" "Already did maam" "hmm she'll be sleepy in no time then, come cuddle me once she's asleep?" Y/n caress her daughter's cheek lovingly. "Will do maam. Say bye bye to mommy, D/n" "buhbuh" D/n said while waving to her mommy. "Bye sweetie"

"Thank you for taking care of her today, love"

Y/n is currently squished to Sanji's chest, mumbling thank you's. Sanji answer with a small rub on her back while saying "don't mention it, you've done so much while i was busy"

Y/n hum in content feeling satisfied to be in her husband's arm. "Also...i took pregnancy test..."

"What...? What's the result?"

I'LL LET YALL DECIDE THE END LMAO

#🍀•~•fluff #vinsmoke sanji #opla sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #fem reader #imagines #scenarios #fluff

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sea-of-dust · 1 year ago

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Could we get please some headcanons about Ann and Haru with a s/o that no one thinks is her s/o? Like everyone, especially strangers, people in the modelling world, and high society folks, always think s/o is just a friend, family member, assistant, pity date, someone they pay to keep away suitors, etc, and they just don't think that a super model or rich heiress would date someone as average as her s/o?

Fancy tuna?

Ann,Haru x GN! Reader

So what if my s/o isn't as popular or as rich as me it's what's personality that counts right?

notes: YOU WALKED URSELF INTO THAT HEADER IM SORRY. Ima need a name for persona annons yall are just sucking my soul out my body 💀

Warning: spoilers for okumuras palace

"Who are you texting while giggling like a pixie" "Ann" "Ann? You only-" your friend stares at your screen to various I love you texts between both of you with you just about to finish typing out plans for a date. "YOURE DATING TAKAMAKI?!" "were in a library"

Even after a week of knowing he still can't wrap his head around it. YOU?! TAKAMAKI?! And then it kinda all made sense the more he thought about it. The rest of the school? Nah they just wanted something to complain about. "You're not even that popular how could she wanna date you?" "Have you seen how rude the popular kids are" you yawn waiting for the three people to finish speaking only slightly waking up to hear a familiar voice saying something along the lines of "Leave em alone!" "But Takamaki they're so average what do they have that I dont!" "A life that's what" she huffs linking arms with you and dragging you off with her "what nerve" "Relax I wanna fill out my bingo sheet for how many times they said that"

Surprisingly people didn't really come by as you thought they would only just kinda theorized. Surprisingly all you had to do was just show off your talents and then they just kinda understood why. "Hey y/n do you mind helping me with this" you lean over them looking at their screen. Ann would have considered that kid the luckiest person alive you carefully instructing them with such a gentle look in your eyes. Most rumors kind of cleared up after that.

She's quite protective of you out and about as soon as someone asks what you're doing on set she's saying it bluntly "we have a date after this" wide eyed stares go your way before they get back to the shoot. They never got to ask because of Ann shooting glares at them.

It was dumb when Ann pointed it out but whenever youd just stop by to eat somewhere there would be people staring at her and then at you and then back at her. It got to the point youd stare back and you two would just make a game to see who could stare back at the most people

If they ever did get under your skin shed be pissed! But you matter more than those guys. She's always ready to comfort you. "So what? I'm with you because of how you are and how you don't just see me as an object" she pulls you in for a hug. "I'll make sure of it they quit talking behind your back" "I'm more worried for you Ann" she sighs putting a kiss to your forehead. "It's fine just a glare and they shut up real quick orr" she searches for a small bracelet. "Lets just make it more.." she ties it around your wrist with one already around hers. "Perfect! Everyone's gonna know now" getting you to giggle while crying is something she loves doing, she's gonna keep matching with you now just to show you off to people to flex who she's with.

You shouldn't piss off the girl with the axe is something that rings true. As soon as someone asks she grabs your waist firmly with something a bit passive aggressive or "Why they're just such a good cook how could I ever pass them up" "so you have them around only to cook? There's way better butlers-" "then perhaps you've never experienced what it's like being with someone that you didn't have to pay off" she huffs taking off with you.

Very close to you at all times when you're together she's hearing you breath. "You're so warm" "you sure the sun's not getting to you?" "Nope" all cuddled up to you while your walking somewhere thank god the tablod articles didn't catch clear shots of you two.

Okumura can't say anything about your relationships but the guy she was forced to marry by him does. Just because the guys dead dosent mean you can just take his wife! He's fuming, unfortunately he can't really do anything about it. "HOW DARE A COMMONER EVEN TRY TO MARRY MY WIFE" "sir without okumura I'm afraid we can't do anything about it" "NON-" and then the convent security cam footage of you looking straight at the camera as if knowing hes talking about you, with narrow eyes and a clearly annoyed look. "Yea- you know let's just find another ya know!"

You fully expect people to come for your status whenever Harus involved, unfortunately for her want for blood, you're pretty fine at public speaking yourself. "Why a civilian dating a rich girl is outragous" "Why it's ironic for you to say such a thing when as soon as Okumura fell you swarmed my poor lover like flies trying to make alliances, really seems like I'm the only one around her without some sort of motive" the person who said that did go whinning to Haru only to be met with a totally not very passive aggressive letter.

shop keepers that know her always flip when they know youre dating. One of their sons did an actual flip too was incredible. But theyre always asking how you two met, sometimes they asked what you like about eatchother and you felt as if Haru was ready to pull out a shopping list over this. "maybe we shouldnt" "no i insist i specialize in these questions" this is also why you usually have flowers in your room or accessories that remind you if her that she totally didn't sneak on while you weren't looking.

They almost never get under your skin, but if they do strike a cord, she'll know. She's already brought a blanket you like as well as snacks. "They're quite cruel because of status" she wrapped the blanket around you "but status is all they have" she scoots closer to you, hugging you. "Please don't worry about it too much if you want we can think of ways to insult them" her smile too warm for that sentence, you embrace her tightly "that sounds fun" "it's great"

#haru okumura #ann takamaki #persona 5 #persona x reader #persona 5 x reader #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #persona 5 royal

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angelsentabove · 1 month ago

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longing for love, pt 2. (pt 1.)

ⓘ longing for love is an (angsty, slow burn) story including iyanna taylor in her arranged marriage with xavier taylor, which is an unrequited romance between these two and eventually the love is finally reciprocated. when? well, everything great takes time, am i right?

𐙚 themes of violence. 7.4k words. wattpad version. this a long one yall, enjoyyy.

the soft alarm coming from my phone stirred me out of my blissful sleep, waking me up to my sleeping form being bathed in the morning sunlight from the hotel curtains. the sun made me squint almost instantly. i reached for my phone to turn off my alarm and check the time along with my reminder- 6 A.M. wedding day.

awh God.

i groaned and planted my face straight into my pillow. i was already dreading today, my mind making an outline of how the events will unfold. i keep saying i’m not ready, but i have no choice now. everything’s all said and done. it’s just time to put it into action. i said a quick prayer and shuffled out of my bed to stretch, blankets that clung to my legs coming down with me and piling onto the carpeted floor.

my strategy was to just let things unfold as they should, i guess. just don’t think about what’s happening. ayana was already up and she was outside on the balcony, so i decided to go join her. slipping on my slippers and making sure my silk robe was tied tight, i pushed open the sliding doors as the morning air breezed my skin. i sat in the lawn chair next to hers with a small, antique glass table next to us.

“hey.” i simply said and leaned back in the chair i was sitting with my hands folded in my lap, my legs crossed. ‘yana looked over at me and i assumed she noticed the distant look in my face as well as my voice. probably thinking i was distracted, which i was, very.

“hey. you okay? i know your we-“ i interrupted her the moment she was about to say ‘wedding’ by raising my hand up. i didn’t wanna hear the word for the rest of today. especially if it was being associated with me. she nodded understandably. “right. my bad.”

i sighed and leaned my head back; taking my bonnet off so i could let my hair breathe. and my thoughts- felt like it was being restrained. i couldn’t think straight. there ceremony isn’t for another 9 hours, but i deserve to anticipate. i don’t believe im being dramatic either. everything’s so surreal and i wish i could just stop time for a second. i need to breathe.

ayana noticed the stressed look on my face. i mean, it was all throughout my body language. she wanted to comfort me, but she knew that i didn’t really want to be bothered with right now. yet she knew i needed a topic change and some clarity. “hey. uhm, moms making breakfast. said it’ll be done in a minute. in the mood to eat?”

i perked up slightly; intrigue now replacing my distant mood. she giggled and stood, “i take that as a yes. i’ll go ahead and go. you come when you’re ready,” was the last things she said before she exited the balcony and the suite, leaving me with my thoughts. i heard the door close softly and i sat upright, reminding myself to just let it happen. there’s nothing else i can do.

what essence said last night played in my head. ‘everything is for reason. maybe he turns out to be your soulmate or something.’ i repeated it aloud to myself quietly through a deep breath. with that, i stood and went over to my bed to pick up the blankets that fell. i then exited the suite- navigating down the hallway to my parents hotel room.

once i got there, the door was already unlocked. i stepped inside and the smell of breakfast food instantly consumed me. along with the sizzling of something else cooking. now that put me in a good mood. i said my good mornings and sat where my sister was seated, surrounded by my friends and… jordyn.

it fueled me with irritation just seeing her. but i don’t hold grudges.. at least, not usually, so i just let it go for now. life’s to short to be mad at everything. i scanned around and on the counter was various foods on a charcuterie board. things like fruits, bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausages, and more actually gave me some ounces of strength. it was like a buffet.

“how’s my favorite soon-to-be bride?” essence’s soft but energetic voice questioned, and i almost missed what she called me. almost. looks like i’d be reminding people all day to not label me anything wedding related. or id just deal with it. but let’s be honest, that’s my less likely choice. ‘yana noticed the half smile on my face and kindly told her to not say anything like that. and thank God she understood.

“its alright. you didn’t know. as for my feelings about the.. situation, the plan for today is to just let it be. there’s not much of anything i can do.” my tone was more of a defeated one. can’t believe my persistent didn’t win in the end. jordyn just had to flap her gums and say something stupid. wish we could switch spots so she’ll know how i feel.

“its not that serious.” she said it quietly; acting like she didn’t intend for me to hear. her apathy was through the roof it was insane. how am i still putting up with this chick? “you don’t know how i feel though. try getting married to a guy you don’t know.” i spoke bitterly. i wasn’t in the mood to play with her. it wasn’t the time, day, week, nothing.

she mumbled a “just saying” and it took everything in me not to leap across the table and rip off those temu lashes. seeing her irritates me. i’ll remove her from my bridesmaid list later if she pull one more scheme. she knows what she’s doing 90% of the time. actually, why is she wearing lashes at 6 in the morning? …never mind.

i rolled my eyes and looked away from her, my attention redirected to my mom who was telling us that we could now eat, and i practically hopped out of my chair. with the fact that i was feeling sick to my stomach, breakfast food was just what i needed. i put basically everything in my plate. and i might even come back for seconds.

everyone got settled with their food and we were all at the table, while my parents were on the balcony eating. we were chatting and having a wholesome time. the freedom of it all made me forget. temporarily, of course. but it just had to be a momentary distraction. i snapped back to real life once my alarm rung again. it was time for my shower. and after that, my hair.

my mom came back from the balcony and announced that everyone should go back to their rooms now to start preparing for the wedding, and that’s when i knew everything was beginning to fall in motion. this was getting scary now. everyone said there goodbyes and my sister and i arrived back at our suite.

“alright- rush hour. i’ll clean everything up and plug up the curling iron, and you can go ahead and shower. i’ll get everything set out for you. okay?” ‘yana stated after we closed the door behind us, and i agreed with a silent nod. we both went our separate ways while she began cleaning up as i disappeared into the bathroom.

ⓘ ayana pov.

i watched as iyana faded away to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. i then sprung into action to make sure everything was orderly. making up the beds, plugging up the curling iron and straightener in the outlet next to the TV, bringing out the makeup bag, usual necessities for a wedding.

but my heart couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. it was stupid, really. having empathy was a curse and blessing all at the same time. one part of me tells me that i should be thankful is not me. another part is gonna feel bad by default. that’s my sister for Gods sake.

i tried to just shake away the thought instead. it was no point sulking over someone else’s situation when it’s not me in there shoes. atleast that’s what i tried to tell myself. i stepped back and scanned around the suite, i had to help her get ready, so i was also the one who had to make sure everything was ready. once i saw everything in place, i figured i had some time to kill. why not chill with essence?

i called out to iyana before i left, notifying her i was leaving and that she should text me once she’s out the shower- but i wasn’t too sure if she heard me though. i left out, made my way down the hallway, and knocked on essence’s door. she allowed me inside and i sat on the small couch in the corner of the room. her and jordyn were bridesmaids like me, so they were getting ready as well.

“why aren’t you getting dressed ayana?” essence asked while she stared into the mirror, curling her hair. there was everything everywhere, makeup bags, hair products, brushes, combs… she even switched her wig to a pretty silver one. “i gotta help my sister get ready, so i’ll be ‘enrobing’ after her.”

she giggled and nodded, while we went silent for a second. her next words took on a more serious tone and it caught my attention immediately. “hey, i’m.. sorry. about jordyn this entire time we’ve been here in hawaii. i don’t know what’s gotten into her. her filter is just nonexistent.”

…wow, okay. apologizing for someone else was something even i wouldn’t do, and i try to protect people’s images a lot. thats also part of the reason why i respect essence so much. however, she was apologizing to the wrong person. “i appreciate that, i’ll relay the message to iyana.” essence looked slightly defeated once she heard me- almost like she thought i was mad. but she didn’t speak back negatively.

i stared at the floor for a moment, kinda thinking of reasons why jordyn could be acting the way she is. she was so supportive throughout our whole time in highschool. so what’s up now? “..actually, do you know a possible reason why she might be acting that way?” she looked at me through the mirror with a pause in her movements, almost like she was thinking.

“back in highschool, you nor iyana knows this, but she frequently talked to joseph in secret ever since him and your sister were together.. and she thought that iyana was lying when she told us about when he hit her. she also frequently visited him in jail after school.”

ohhh really? so it’s a jealousy thing. honestly i didn’t have to hear anything else. i know why. but it’s crazy, you want an abuser 4 years older? right.. “hm. alright. thank you- see you later.” i stood and began to walk about before she placed her straightener down and scrambled over to me in a hurry. she had a worried expression on her face yet again.

“you aren’t mad at me, are you? trust me i tried to stop her but-“ i grabbed her hand to interrupt her. there was no need for me to be mad at her. the culprit is jordyn. think i’ll bring this up later. “essence- of course i’m not mad. just prepare for later.”

ⓘ iyana pov.

the door finally pushed open where ‘yana was on the other side, except something was.. off about her. she had a more monotone expression than her neutral one, it had a sort of irritation she was trying to disguise behind it. seeing her face made me bite my tongue to hold back the joke i was about to pull.

“oh lord, what happened now..?” i asked to no avail. no reply, no look in my direction, no nothing. she just motioned for me to get up and walk towards her so she could do my hair as well as my makeup in the bathroom. now i’m not gonna lie, i do sometimes see my sister as helpless. but right now? she is intimidating as a bull.

nothing was said from neither of us within the first 10 minutes, plus i was too worried to say anything so i kept my mouth shut until she decided to speak up. which she did, finally.

“found out some interesting information about why jordyn has been acting the way she has. turns out, she’s been visiting you know who in jail during our entire year of high school, including why she’s been acting the way she has.” she finally admitted with a sigh. yet i wasn’t too shocked. she’s not acting the way she used to.

“i figured. she’s been giving me torture since we’ve gotten here. actually ever since redacted was locked up..” it was ridiculous, really. and as if today wasn’t already going bad. what a birthday.. ‘yana offered to confront jordyn about it, but i already had a plan to sort everything out.

“don’t worry about it ‘yana.” i said in a tone that sounded calm- but on the inside, i was honestly beyond irritated. she furrowed and raised an eyebrow at my words while she curled up a blue section of my hair. it was safe to say she was intrigued as to what i was planning to do.

“i know, you’ve already got enough on your plate, and this days already going.. interesting for you. but what are you planning?” she asked almost cautiously, her hands stilling for a moment. yet i simply replied. “something.”

about an hour and a half passed, and it was now 8 A.M. my hair was done along with my makeup, so now it was just time for my sister to get finished with her hair since she already had her dress. i sat at the edge of my bed with a small notebook in hand as well a pen in my other. i was dreadfully writing my vows while stuck in a deep thought process.

what was i supposed to say? i don’t even know him. i can’t do like those tradition vows where they talk about how lucky they are to have them. thankfully my parents came to save the day; both coming in the room and immediately hugging me while they let out an endlessly long chain of compliments. all i could do was giggle- the praise made this slightly more bearing.

once they finally let me go, my mom asked how i was. but judging by my distraught expression including the pen in hand and notebook in my lap, she knew i was figuring out what to say when writing my vows.

“oh! i forgot to tell you. according to the paper, the vows are supposed to be about how you’ll satisfy your parents with this marriage. or- something like that.” ..right. thing is i don’t wanna, but alright. i didn’t understand how she could just say that so casually while i felt so disordered and awkward about this whole thing. i nodded slowly and began writing, while her attention shifted to my sister who was arranging her hair into a bun.

i found this whole situation absolutely obnoxious. and like i said before as well as many times over even while i was 15, this just wasn’t right- morally. you don’t do this to someone. i’ve never brought up an arranged marriage to her before. i mean, does my future husband even enjoy this? did he agree to this? why did his parents agree to this? it’s just so much i don’t understand. i should’ve asked more questions when i was younger..

i was snapped out of my thoughts once my dad came over to me and saw my paper still blank, asking me why i was just sitting here. i didn’t have too much time, i had to get dressed soon after my sister was done with her hair; and she was almost done.

i sighed and apologized. i knew i had to actually get started to write this time. just simple lies is all i had to do. stuff about how grateful i am to enter this new chapter, excited to fulfill my parents request for this marriage, ready to get to know you.. a whole bunch of nothing. before i knew it, the words just entered a flow state by itself and i was done. i smiled at my ability to absentmindedly do things.

unfortunately, my pride was short lived, ‘cause now it was time for my dress plus everything else including jewelry. i was actually excited about this part though, wearing big, puffy, and sparkly dresses was always exciting. it fueled my inner child. my mom and sister would be the ones assisting me while i went in the bathroom already, waiting for them to get everything. dad was sat on the edge of the bed to see the grand reveal.

soon after (and quicker than i expected) my mom came in the bathroom with the beautiful wedding dress i had a vivid memory of picking. my sister followed soon after with my shoes, veil, and jewelry. my mom set the dress down carefully on a hook behind the door, and for a moment, the room fell silent as we all took it in. the delicate lace, the intricate beading—everything was just as perfect as i remembered. was almost enough to make me consider acting right for the wedding.

my mom gasped as if she’s just seen it for the first time. “i forgot how gorgeous it was.. you ready?” no. i didn’t say that out loud as much as i wanted to fix my lips to say it. so i just simply nodded as i tried to steady my nerves. my sister immediately sprang into action in response by signaling for me to lift my legs to allow me to step into the dress.

once i stepped into the dress, the smooth fabric brushing against my legs felt heavier than i remembered. or maybe it was the weight of everything this dress symbolized- like some sort of duty, or obligation. maybe more like a life i had no control over. my mom adjusted the bodice carefully, her hands lingering on the intricate beading as if to admire it one last time before it became a part of me.

“baby, you look stunning..” she said softly, her voice brimming with emotion. her eyes shimmered with tears, but they weren’t the kind i wanted to see. they were full of pride, hope, and relief, all of which i couldn’t bring myself to feel. “turn around.” ‘yana said as she started zipping up the back, her hands steady despite the tension in the air.

“can’t believe this is actually happening.” she muttered under her breath. but it wasn’t a hopeful and blissful tone like my moms, it was more a sarcastic one. one that was in disbelief and not in a good way. “me neither,” i admitted quietly, my voice barely above a whisper with my tone matching hers.

‘yana paused for a moment, her fingers resting on the zipper. she leaned closer to my ear- careful that my mom wouldn’t hear. “you sure you’re okay? i can try doing everything in my power to prevent this.” she asked, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

i forced a smile, though it felt brittle. “we don’t really have a choice, do we?” she sighed in a disappointed agreement, but didn’t push. “at least you’ll look incredible for your birthday.” she said, smoothing out the train of the dress before reaching for the veil.

my mom handed her the delicate piece of fabric, her hands trembling slightly. “this is it.” she said, her voice cracking. “you’re about to start a new chapter, sweetheart.”

a new chapter. that what everyone kept calling it, as if this was some fairytale instead of the reality i was trapped in. but there was no use fighting it anymore. i swallowed hard and nodded.

“lets get this over with,” i mumbled under my breath, though it was more to myself.

‘yana carefully placed the veil over my head, letting it cascade down my back like a delicate waterfall. i caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror as much as i tried to avoid it, and for a fleeting second, i barely recognized the woman staring back. she looked regal, composed—even beautiful—but none of it felt real. it was a more like a mask, an illusion of someone ready to embrace a future they had no say in.

my mom stepped back, her hands clasped over her mouth as tears began to slip down her cheeks. “oh, you look… perfect baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “just like i always imagined.” this isn’t about you though. i wanted to tell her that this wasn’t what i imagined.

perfect was the farthest thing from what this felt like. but instead, i stayed quiet, my hands clutching the skirt of the dress tightly to keep them from shaking from irritation and just breaking down. ayana looked uncomfortable too. she let out a shaky breath before stepping back to admire me. i could tell she was trying to stay calm for my sake. “there. all done.” she stepped back to admire her work and gave a small, hesitant smile. “you’re ready.”

how ironic. her words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. they even rung in my ears and played back over and over in my head. i wasn’t ready. not for this. not for him. but i nodded anyway, swallowing the lump in my throat.

my dad softly opened the door and essentially gave me a breather for this moment, announcing it was time for us to take pictures. i nodded, my throat too tight to respond, and smoothed my hands over the fabric of my dress as if that small action could ground me. my dad stepped back into the room as my mom followed with a small smile to me, giving me a moment to gather myself. ‘yana came up beside me, brushing an invisible speck off my shoulder before leaning in close.

“this whole thing is ridiculous, i know.” she muttered under her breath, her voice low enough that only i could hear once again like earlier. “but we’ll get through it. just one picture at a time, okay? theres still a few more hours before the wedding, you’re fine.”

i gave her a weak smile, appreciating her solidarity as well as her transparency. thankfully she hated this arrangement as much as i did, and though neither of us could change it, her quiet defiance made me feel a little less alone. we stepped out of the bathroom and into the suite, and progressively we were in the hallway.

while i was walking with ayana on the way to the lobby of the hotel for our pictures, i heard small but quick footsteps pattering on the hotels carpet. accompanied with a small voice i could notice anywhere. “cousin iyiy and ayaya!!” it was none other than my adorable little cousin, kaylee. ayana and i turned around in sync- our fed up expression instantly wore away.

“hey kaykay baby! you excited for today?” i asked her in a high pitched voice as i bent to her level. since she was our flower girl while her sister was the ring bearer, i had to atleast act right for those two cuties. she ran up and hugged me instantly after an eager nod. in response i picked her up, earning a giggle from ‘yana.

auntie cici followed shortly after her while walking with kaylee’s sister, bailey. she instantly ran up to ayana and hugged her, while ‘yana picked her up too. “hi girls, you two look stunning! and congrats, iyana.” she said while planting a kiss on my cheek. i would usually force a smile, but i’m around people that aren’t my parents, so i’ll comply. they don’t know how i genuinely feel.

“oh! before i forget..” auntie cici started, before handing me a beautiful blue rose bouquet that was hidden behind her i’m assuming. it was glittering- and huge not to mention. oh, did i say it was blue? i had to let down kaylee to actually accept it; with a whine of protest from her of course. “auntieee… you shouldn’t have.”

bailey gasped and looked over her shoulder, instantly asking if her and kaylee can get one. random but i found it cute how she included her sister. reminds me of ‘yana and i…

“i wanted to, iya. now, you two better hurry and head to the photoshoot. you can take kay and bay; i’ll be a little delayed.” we nodded and i wrapped my arm around the bouquet so my freehand can hold kaylee’s while we made our way to the lobby. eventually we were greeted with the photographer, mom, dad, essence, and.. jordyn.

the photographer greeted us with a wide smile, her camera already slung around her neck. “you’re a vision,” she said, her tone warm and professional. “let’s start with some shots of just the bride, then we’ll bring in the rest of the family.”

i let down kaylee as she ran to my moms side, mentally preparing for these photos with my heart at high. i stepped into the frame she indicated, feeling the weight of the dress and the eyes of everyone around me. ‘yana stayed just out of view, arms crossed and a slight scowl on her face as she watched. i knew she was holding back everything she wanted to say- for my sake.

“beautiful,” the photographer said, her voice cheerful as she adjusted the angle of her camera. “turn your head a little to the left. perfect. now just a soft smile.” i tried, but the expression felt forced, my lips barely lifting. the photographer didn’t seem to notice and kept snapping away, filling the quiet with the sound of the shutter.

when it was time for the family photos, ‘yana stepped forward reluctantly, her jaw tight as she arranged herself beside me. “smile,” she whispered sarcastically, her voice dripping with irony. i almost laughed, but i knew better than to let it show. as the session dragged on, my mom chimed in with suggestions, her excitement filling the gaps in the conversation.

“let’s get one with the two sisters!” she said, gesturing for ‘yana and me to stand together. ayana hesitated but finally moved closer, wrapping an arm around my waist. “you okay?” she asked quietly, her voice low enough that only i could hear. i nodded, though the truth felt heavier than i could admit. “i’m alright,” i whispered back, my voice barely audible.

but we both knew i wasn’t. neither of us were. and yet, here we were, playing our parts, smiling for the camera, and pretending this day was everything it was supposed to be.

and then what i heard next made my heart sink. plummet, drop, whatever. not as much as it will before the wedding, no, but it was still nerve wracking to hear.

“alright everyone, we’re about to get to the ceremony venue! which is also where our lovely bride- iyana, will get her first look with her future husband!”

oh. my. God. first looks are optional, why are we optionally doing this? i don’t want a first look. it’s gonna be so awkward. what would i say to him?? id rather see him during the ceremony. this is.. God.

the announcement hung in the air as i stood frozen near the doorway of the hotel just as i was about to head outside. my mom clapped her hands together as if this was the best idea she’d ever heard, her excitement practically bouncing off the walls.

‘yana and essence caught my eye from across the lobby, their expression dark and unimpressed. ayana hurried closer to me, her voice low and sharp. “first look? since when? did you agree to this?” i shook my head, my lips pressed tightly together as my breathing picked up. “no..” i whispered, feeling the fabric of my dress tighten against my chest with every breath. “i didn’t.”

“figures,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “they just love springing things on you last minute.” before i could respond, my mom turned around with a glowing smile. “come on, girls! let’s not keep everyone waiting. the sooner we get there, the sooner we can start this beautiful day.”

beautiful day. sure. if beautiful meant overwhelming, anxiety-ridden, and scripted. essence placed her gentle hands around my shoulder and whispered a string of ‘i’m sorrys.’ but it wasn’t her fault. i wanted to cry at her sincerity. i reminded her that there was no need and it was just the way things had to work out unfortunately. i let ‘yana and essence guide me toward the door, essence’s hand on my back a quiet show of support.

we got inside of the van with everyone necessary while we started to get on the road. everyone had their own side conversations besides the bridesmaids, and of course my mom chatted animatedly with the planner about timelines and details.

sitting in the seat ahead of us, she turned around with a radiant smile that only added to my nausea. “it’s going to be beautiful,” she said, her voice brimming with excitement. “just think about how special it’ll be to see each other for the first time, just the two of you.”

but this wasn’t about even us. this was about appearances, about giving everyone else a picture-perfect moment to fawn over. i bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything, my gaze dropping to my hands.

essence wasn’t as restrained and broke her silence. “she’s nervous.” she said, her words cutting but smooth enough to pass as caring. “maybe it’s not too late to skip the first look and save the surprise for the ceremony.”

i perked up at the idea, especially since ‘yana already saw me what he looked like last night on facebook. that idea was crushed of course. my mom’s smile faltered for half a second before she recovered. “oh, nonsense. it’s tradition for so many couples now. it’ll help calm her nerves before walking down the aisle.”

mmmcht, bee S. don’t act like you care. my nerves were already shot, and the idea of standing face-to-face with a man I barely knew before everyone else even saw me was like pouring gasoline on an open flame.

it was an hour later and the van slowed as we pulled into the venue, the lush greenery and immaculate decor mocking me with their serenity. my dad was already stepping out, holding the door open as the rest of us began to file out.

‘yana grabbed my hand before I could move. “you don’t have to do this,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes searching mine. “we can stall. say you need to redo your makeup or something.” i wanted to take her up on it sooo badly. but the second my mom turned around with her expectant gaze, my resolve crumbled. i shook my head, a final lie- ‘i’m fine.’ yet it was well known i was anything but.

and God, the walk towards him was even more unbearable. my heels hitting against the pavement as i stepped out of the van with all eyes on me. the photographer following every step i took, my train dragging against the ground, and my everyone we travelled with standing around patiently. walking through the grass arch and now? in front of his turned back.

he was kinda taller than me- actually a lot taller. probably 6ft. he sorta gave off a soft aura and it rested my tense shoulders. i could see his was tensed also. my hands shook and felt beyond sweaty as i slowly began to raise it with hesitation evident in my slow actions. “whenever you’re ready,” was what people frequently told me. but ready isn’t possible. not ever. especially not in my situation. but finally, with a gathered and slow breath, i did it. i tapped his shoulder.

he turned around, and there he was. xavier woods. he looked way more gentle in real life, his facial features were so.. delicate? it’s like he had a baby face. he was the word patience as a person. and when he spoke? gosh, someone hold me, i’m gonna fall.

“hi,” xavier started with a peaceful tone as his eyes studied me. i began to feel nervous under his gaze and even blush a little. “iyana, correct?”

“..yes.”

“you look “beautiful..” he spoke in a slightly trance-like state, maybe starstruck. i can’t believe i’m saying this, but just from this interaction alone, i felt.. grounded. yet i was still unsure. i still didn’t wanna do this. this didn’t change anything. but i did giggle.

“thank you. you look handsome yourself.” i complimented back in a nervous tone. even though he was obviously unsure too, he seemed so relaxed and calm. it made me calm. a little.

“are you nervous? relax, i don’t bite.” he joked with a slight laugh as i giggled again too. yeah, i sure hope not. wouldn’t wont to be marrying an abusive man. we went silent for a few seconds. yet i felt awkward. everyone was staring at me like i was obligated to say something, but he didn’t. he was just admiring me. i felt special. in a way..

“i believe this is when i’m supposed to say something inspirational. maybe heartwarming.. sorry, i’m not good at this.” i mumbled, more of a shy confession with an even more unsure laugh.

“it’s okay. this is your first marriage, i don’t expect you to. but we’re gonna learn together, yeah?”

patience too? kinda like this one. “…yeah.” mom, if this one abuses me, i swear to God it’s your fault. unfortunately, the photographers energetic voice was enough to snap me out of the moment, telling us we needed to break since it was 20 minutes before the ceremony actually began. we waved each other goodbye and went our separate ways, heading into the building since the wedding was outside.

“you were amazing, i can see the connection.” my mom said to me while hugging me, and for once this entire day i actually agree with her. for once in this entire day, i cracked a genuine smile. ‘yana instantly teased me about it of course.

the side room was bustling with energy as my bridesmaids buzzed around, adjusting their dresses, fixing their hair, and throwing out last minute jokes to lighten the mood while playing some SZA. i sat in front of a mirror while ‘yana finished touching up some of my makeup. the mood was lighthearted between us, despite my heart racing which was enough to make me lightheaded. yet.. i didn’t forget.

i cleared my throat, turning around in the stool i was sitting in. nobody thought i was about to say anthing serious, since i was the only one that felt the tension. not even ‘yana. “jordyn,” i spoke in a casual tone. “did you ever engage in any activity with redacted?”

as soon as i finished speaking, everyone’s expression faltered. essence, iyana, even jordyn. she knew i got her. “who’s.. who’s redac-” she answered dumbly, but playing coy doesn’t work on me unfortunately for her.

“errr, wrong answer. you know who he is.” in interrupted as i started daggers in her. if she tried lying, im pouncing on her. and not verbally. she cleared her throat nervously. guess she wasn’t gonna keep up with the lies anymore going forward.

“well.. even if i was, what’re you gonna do about it? that’s your ex so you shouldn’t care.” grown woman acting like a child part 562. it’s pathetic, really. an unspoken rule is don’t mess with your friends ex if you’re well aware they went together. especially if they have a bad reputation in your friend group.

i stood and walked a bit closer to her- actually directly in front of her. i wasn’t in the mood for games, and i was angry. if she catches a stray, it’ll be a mean one. “that’s not right. you don’t fool around with your friends ex, especially if their an abuser and their in jail. visiting them everyday is crazy too.”

she scoffed and looked over at essence, for which i don’t know why. no one’s here to save you while they watch you get your world rocked. “it’s not like you’re gonna do anything about it. plus, he told me you lied.”

told you? you believe an abuser over your friend since middle school? that’s kinda wild what she’ll do for a nigga, honestly. “so you believe a man over your best friend? and if i was lying, why’s he in jail?” stuck. looking dumb. she froze. and all she could do was say fighting words after that. but i’m ready.

“well, if you’re so mad do something.”

and i did. i instantly punched her dead in her nose; rings and all. she stumbled backwards slightly and the room erupted into gasps and a stifled giggle from essence. yet no one stopped us, they were ready to see her get humbled.

“oh you little..” was the last night the said before she basically leaped on me, going straight to attempt at pulling my hair. temporarily she had my head down while she yanked my hair, but i ended up punching her in her stomach which made her lose balance and got her on the ground. i dragged her by hair (essentially switching roles) and began punching her at the back of her head while she continued to curse at me.

“let’s see how you’ll hold up when joseph hits you like this.” i spat sarcastically and pulled her up by her hair but pulled it over her face, then starting to strictly punch her in her face. she ended up pushing me which made me stumble backwards into the wall, causing us to both end up on the floor as she tugged at my dress.

once she and iyana saw how she was gonna end up messing up my dress, they instantly stepped in and broke it up. essence was holding jordyn while ‘yana had me, fixing my dress and hair the best way she could.

“let me at her. let me at her.” was the only thing you could hear her yelling as essie basically escorted her. i was too irritated to say anything back at her, letting ‘yana recurl my hair plus straightening out my veil. “so that’s what you meant when you said you’ll deal with her..” she said sarcastically whilst i just giggled in response.

not even a few minutes later, mom came basically charging in. she instantly laid her eyes on me and put both of her hands on either side of my face; looking furiously into my calm yet irritated ones. “iyana skylar- have you lost your mind?! this couldn’t have waited? the day *of your wedding. really??”

i tried to hold back what i really wanted to say, because i was tired of everyone at this point. so i just sat there and let her talk. i didn’t have the energy; and i almost was at my breaking point. she was about to say something else- until the intercom dinged that announced it was time for the ceremony to commence. great. just what i needed.

she forcefully let go of my face while mouthing ‘this isn’t over’ and stomped away. i sighed whilst moving a curl away from my face, beginning to bounce my leg out of irritation. ayana put both of her hands on my shoulder and gently told me it’ll all be alright. she guided me to stand up and we made it to the main hallway next to my dad.

and for lack of better words, the events and feelings leading up to the wedding all matters now. from when i first received the news 5 years ago, to my feelings when i first woke up this morning, and now while i’m walking the isle. it felt more than awkward. it’s like when you ask someone to buy you something and your pacing around in your head; actively thinking about it while you asked it. or walking in a crowded area and you’re the main attraction.

but don’t even get me started on the part where it was time for us to officially get married.

ⓘ essence pov.

this wedding was painful to watch, and i wasn’t even getting married. yet i had to force a peaceful, ‘everything is fine and im so proud’ expression. but that facade was slowly wearing off, and it collapsed once the officiant began the declaration of intent.

i couldn’t stand by and watch this, i had to do something. i had to say something. my eyes darted over to ayana, and she was just looking around at all the guests faces. she didn’t wanna witness this no more than i did. in addition to that though, i didn’t care if it was ‘nothing we could do.’ i didn’t care if everything was decided in 2015, im sure yall don’t mind last minute decisions, right?

the officiant finished asking xavier if he accepted iyana- which was yes of course. and then it was iyana’s turn. God, i could literally see the discomfort and hesitation written all over her face. and her tone was even more evident of that hesitation. regardless, she said “i do.” but now it was my time to shine.

“if anyone has any reason why these two should not be joined within marriage, speak now or forever hold your p-“

“me. i object.” as soon as i said that; it went silent. i didn’t realize the weight those words held until they were actually spoken. iyana practically broke her neck in intrigue, and don’t even get me started at how i saw the excitement all in ayana’s eyes. the guests, not so much. they whispered and gave me nasty looks. i felt like i was being put on the spot.

“….never mind.” they continued to commence with the ceremony. why did i do that. why did i do that. WHY. did i do that. i should’ve stood on what i said: but then again, were they really gonna care? probably just asked it to go on with a traditional wedding. i felt like i let iyana down. someone hand me a glock..

it’s no point in dwelling on it anymore. i backed down and i can’t backtrack. however, it was time for vows, and i felt this was really gonna punch iyana in the ribs. xavier went first like a traditional wedding with his voice. his voice was steady as well as his face. how are you so calm about this? however, it was iyanas turn now. christ, it was gut wrenching.

ⓘ iyana pov.

i took a deep, shaky sigh as a nervously sweaty hand that was none other than mine held up my paper with my short and simple- yet future sealing vows embedded into it for me to read. all eyes on me. again. microphone up to my lips. again.

“xavier.. i promise to make your family and my family pr..” i paused and caught my breath that was labored. begging my eyes to stop slowly but surely watering. if worst comes to worst, one tear is fine, right? the grandmas in the audience telling me to take my time didn’t make this situation any better.

“prooudd.. proud.. with our obligation to this marriage. i foresee a… great future with.. you as your..”

“wife,” i forced out, yet i started sniffling as my vision went blurred, except i wasn’t done. the show must go on. “i am grateful our parents have decided to arrange us together, otherwise, i wouldn’t be able to build an..”

no. nope. don’t start. not now. “…amazing.. fu-..” i stiffened, my whole body froze. then it was one tear.. then two.. then i was sobbing. emotions overwhelmed me and i literally couldn’t even take it anymore. xavier rushed to begin comforting me while holding me and rubbing my back. everyone thought i was sobbing because i was happy. but no. i hated this.

i genuinely couldn’t believe this was it. even if i had all this time to think about it. 2015, ‘16, ‘17, ‘18- i didn’t care though. i knew id never be ready for this, but was it really my choice? even more sad when i knew only 2 people knew why i was actually crying.

..God. what a new life. cheers to my 20’s, am i right..

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