#the way they just make me burst into tears

[syoddeye]

on my knees begging for more werewolf soap

i have ideas, but they're more omegaverse-y than werewolf-y. but there is this one thought.

imagine johnny taking a page from price's book and choosing patience. deciding to not jump you where you stand and fuck you on the kitchen floor.

he switches gears. lays on the charm. he apologizes for barging in. it's hard, y'know, denying instinct. you of all people know how that is, right?

and it takes everything in him to hold a conversation. especially when your eyes keep dropping to his bare chest.

naturally, he asks how you're adjusting to your new life. tells you he's sympathetic. knows how hard it can be on your own. but when you tell him what you do every month, his demeanor shifts. brows pulling together, eyes darkening with disbelief. genuinely offended.

"you what?"

he can't believe it. can't believe you're spending good money, running up your card, on a storage unit across the city. that you lock yourself inside, slap on a muzzle, and chain yourself to the damn walls every full moon. denying yourself like that. ignoring the natural pull to hunt. heartbreaking, really.

"that's no way tae live."

his disapproval stings. he's the only other wolf you know.

then he extends an invitation. "come hunting with me."

that’s how you end up in the countryside, crammed into what's barely more than a glorified cowshed. some outbuilding on a relative's land. it smells like him—earth and sweat. reeks. it makes you second guess why you're really here, but he's a gentleman. makes you take the futon pushed into the corner, while he stretches out on a sleeping bag by the door.

but with only one night until the full moon, your mood shifts like the wind. restless. pacing like a caged animal, prone to snap. you think you'd sink your teeth into him if he tried anything untoward.

but he doesn't. he just smiles.

smiles when you tear into the raw meat he's packed for the trip. sits across the small table, watching with an almost dreamy look, his eyes practically sparkling when you lick your fingers. tells you that if you like that, you'll love sinking your teeth into the throat of a stag.

it should be humiliating. would be, if that part of you wasn't being smothered by the wolf tearing to the surface. your good senses held underwater to drown.

he's so kind. so understanding. so…patient. it's odd.

the next day, as the hour creeps closer to moonrise, that patience starts to feel like something else. something sharper. your control is splintering. like cracks forming along thin ice in spring, ready to shatter and burst. the wolf claws at your ribs. she's hungry. angry. you swear you feel your ears pinning forward, body coiling, alert.

you're jumpy around johnny all day, something primal thrumming beneath your skin. a whisper in the back of your mind: don’t turn your back on him.

by the time the evening chill sweeps through the hills, you're barely holding on. twitchy. usually, by now, you'd be drooling into a muzzle, yanking at the cuffs secured around your ankles. too far gone to even think about the combination lock keeping the keys out of reach.

after a final meal, something to take the edge off, johnny pushes back from the table and then through the door. cool as anything, he strips right there in the grass. sheds his clothes in a heap.

for all that staring, it's like you're seeing him for the first time. certainly the whole of him.

he beckons, voice rougher now. thicker. "c'mon, then. let me see her."

you’re shivering when you follow his lead. any embarrassment or shyness you might've felt—being bare beside a man, beside johnny, for the first time—just isn't there. it doesn't register. this feels natural. the most natural thing in the world, even as the wind bites at your skin.

and when you finally shift—it's brutal. visceral. a tearing and twisting that leaves you breathless, bones grinding and reshaping, muscle stretching taut. it always leaves you vulnerable for those first few moments. heart hammering. senses on overdrive as the world explodes in vivid color and scent.

so when you feel a warm breath on the scruff of your neck, feel it trail down your knobby spine to where your new tail twitches, you go still. the shiver that wracks through you clarifies what your wolf was trying to warn you about all day.

only one of you wants to hunt the wildlife.

[anyaa2s]

― ༘ ⋆ matt loves hearing your pretty sounds

"Nah, baby, don't be shy," Matt purrs softly, his hands gripping on your waist possessively as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust. "Lemme' hear those sweet sounds, hm?"

Your face is pressed into the mattres as he pounds into you from behind, your screams muffled by the pillow but still audible enough to vibrate through the bed. You swear his brothers can hear you no matter what. And in fact, you were being pretty loud — your stifled cries, his grunts, the headboard banging against the wall. Just not loud enough for him.

"Are you so cock dumb ya' can't even hear what I said?" he taunts, one hand tangling in your hair and yanking your head back roughly, a chocked gasp leaving your lips from the sudden sting in your scalp. It just hurts so good.

"Oh my— mmph," you breath out, trying your best to keep the desperate whimpers building in your throat from escaping by sinking your teeth into your lower lip, and Matt smirks when he hears your struggle.

"Want to hear your pretty moans. Can you do that f'me?" his sweet tone mocks you, teasing as you fight to keep quiet, a sharp breath being pushed out between your gritted teeth at one particularly deep thrust. Bending over your back, he mutters huskily in your ear, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin below it like he can't have enough of you, "Hm? Aren't you gonna listen to me, ma?"

"I— i can't," you attempt to murmur, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, as his touches consume you.

For a split second, you feel emptyness, as he suddenly pulls out to the tip before he slams back in even harder, pushing a loud, pornographic moan from your throat — all the sounds you've been desperately holding back escaping in one overwhelming burst.

The sound of skin slapping is a mere whisper compared to the devlish sounds that leave your lips as you give in. Matt's relentless thrusts hit your g-spot over and over again, his entire length filling you to the brim with each rough plunge — there's no way you're holding back now. You can't even worry about how loud you're being, your mind too haze from the unreal pleasure of his hips rolling in yours.

You were a complete wreck, and he couldn't love it more.

"Fuck, baby, you takin' me so well," he groans, each moan you release consuming his thoughts. It's as if your whimpers and gasps fuel him, pushing him to go deeper, harder, like he can barely control himself from wanting more — at least not with you moaning like that.

"I— shit, I'm—" you cry out, your legs trembling and your stomach coiling. His brutal pace is overwhelming, making you're head spin, blank of any thoughts. The only sounds coming from your parted mouth being babbles and messy, uncontrollable whines by every thrust of his hips into yours.

Matt chuckles behind you, noticing how your last resort is to cover your lips with your palm, hoping it will muffle the noises he's so eager to push out. "Don't try to be quiet now, doll," he teases, knowing damn well his brothers could definitely hear you.

You let a chocked whimper out as he pulls you against his chest, the tension within you begging to snap at how deep the new position feels. Bending your head back against his shoulder, your lips press at his neck, your moans echoing straight his ear — the most perfect angle he could ask for.

"You sound so pretty— fuckk, clenching me so tight," he groans appreciatively, his eyes fluttering close as he focuses on every breath and whine you make. He savors your sounds like a drug he can't have enough off.

"Yeah, just like that—" he murmurs to himself, almost lost in his own pleasure, "Let me hear you fall apart for me."

Your high hits you like a tidal wave — legs trembling, mouth parted in ecstasy, and a hoarse, gutural moan of 'Matt' tearing from your lips like a prayer, his eyes burning dark at the drawn-out sound.

Grunting, his pace doesn't falter as you start to come down from your release — in fact, it only increases. Overstimulation crashes over you as he continues to fuck you senseless, gasping raggedly, a little too close to his ear for him to even consider pulling back. "It's too— Matt! fuck, too much—"

"You can handle one more, can't you, baby? Need to— to hear you moan my name like that again," his husky words halter yours with need, his relentless rhythm making it clear he has no intentions of slowing down anytime soon.

You can't do anything but fucking take it. Loud moans spilling from your lips just like he wants it, knowing full well that he could keep going all night just to hear your pretty sounds.

nya's notes: I took too long to finish this and now I'm horny for matt yayy

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[gpcwsl]

Prompt: Leah is upset, prob crying and r is comforting her xxx

With THIS request too - Mixing these two together cause it fits.

Leah Williamson x Reader

Three tests

WC: 528

MasterList

Warnings: Pregnancy, Strong emotions (happy tears), short, Nothing heavy, just lots of love and joy.

Song: You Are The Reason - Calum Scott & Leona Lewis (duet version).

The house is quiet. A soft hum from the fridge, the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shift your weight. The test sits on the counter, its tiny screen changing your world with one word. Pregnant.

Your hands tremble as you pick it up, your breath uneven. It’s not real—not yet. These things can lie. You grab another test. Then a third. Minutes stretch like hours, the silence pressing in. The results appear. Positive. All of them.

A shaky laugh escapes you, tears welling in your eyes. You press a hand to your stomach, a subconscious movement. There’s life there. A part of you. A part of Leah. A family you had only dreamed of, now growing inside you.

The front door unlocks. Your heart leaps as you hear Leah’s familiar footsteps, the rustling of shopping bags as she steps inside.

“Love? I’m back,” she calls out, kicking the door shut behind her. She’s balancing bags in her arms, her blonde hair slightly messy from the wind. Her eyes find yours, and she smiles, stepping forward to press a soft kiss to your lips despite her full hands. “Missed me?”

You nod, your throat suddenly tight. “Put the bags down. I need to tell you something.”

Something in your voice makes Leah pause. Her blue eyes search your face, and you see the flicker of concern, the way her brows pull together slightly. But she does as you say, setting the bags aside before stepping toward you again.

“What is it?” Her voice is gentle, but there’s a tremor beneath it.

You swallow hard, gripping her hands. “Leah,” you whisper, barely able to say the words before emotion clogs your throat. “I’m pregnant.”

The air shifts. A moment of stunned silence. Leah’s lips part, her eyes flickering between yours, searching—needing to confirm she heard you right.

“You’re—” Her voice breaks before she can finish. A deep breath, then another. Tears brim in her eyes. “You’re serious?”

You nod, feeling your own tears spill over. “Three tests. All positive.”

A shaky laugh bursts from her, disbelief and joy tangling together. Then she moves. Fast. Her arms wrap around you, crushing you against her chest, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. “Oh my God,” she breathes, her voice breaking completely. “Oh my God.”

You hold her just as tightly, feeling the damp warmth of her tears against your neck. “We’re having a baby,” you murmur, running a soothing hand through her hair.

Leah suddenly pulls back, her eyes wild with joy. She drops to her knees before you, hands resting so delicately against your stomach as if afraid to press too hard. Then, she leans in, pressing the softest kiss to your belly.

A choked sob escapes her. She looks up at you, her face flushed, tears streaming freely now. “I can’t wait to start a family with you,” she whispers, her voice raw with love.

You sink to your knees with her, cupping her face as she cries. “Me neither.”

And in that moment, with Leah holding you like you were her entire world, you knew—this was the beginning of something beautiful.

[rottenbologna]

Three wishes

Pairings ~ Ona Batlle x Bronze!reader

Genre ~ angst

Warnings~ brace yourself?

Ona expected that you might scream, cry, demand answers or even slap her across the face but none of that came you were just frozen in the doorway completely silent, so she waited but nothing came. You were just silent.

Ona stare into your eyes that would normally tell her everything she needed to know but now they were just empty. No sadness no anger just..nothing. The silenced in the room stretched for an eternity, but y/n stayed silent which killed ona as she waited for something. Anything.

The soft click of the door is all she gets locking the scene of her in bed with other women. The other woman being y/n’s older sister that laid with widen eyes bed sheet pulled to her chest to hide her shame.

“y/n i.. please I’m sorry. It’s not…I never meant to hurt-‘

‘stop’ y/n cut her off shaking her head after resting the steaming beverage that’s in her cup back on the coaster. “it doesn’t matter.”

Ona looked like she selfishly wanted to cry but y/n couldn’t bring herself to care. Not anymore.

“can I ask you both something?” y/n’s voice is distant almost like she was in a different room altogether and never once did she ever meet her girlfriend or her sister who joined them now that she was decent in the room.

They both looked at each other unsure the aura of calm leaving them uncomfortable but they considered they both committed the ultimate sin in both their relationships with y/n and knee they had no choice be to indulged her.

"I want you both to grant me three wishes."

Lucy blinked in confusion while Ona paled gravely. "What..what do you mean three wishes."

"I'm sick." The words tumbled out of y/n's lips like it was nothing. "I've been sick for months and I've kept it a secret. I don't have much time left." Y/n didn't wait for them to react. "I don't want to leave the earth with any anger in my heart so please can you grant me three wishes?"

The room is silent as lucy choked on her quite tears and ona trembled. "What? Cat got your tongue or did you leave it in my sister's." A smirk that almost resembled one of a sadist graced Y/n's lips before it dropped back to a neutral smile.

Ona tried reaching out for her girlfriend but the girlfriend just stepped back out of her reach.

"I knew about all of this." Y/n gestured her hands between them "I'm not stupid but It's done and the least you both can do is grant me three simple things."

"What is it that you want?" Ona says after a long pause voice barely above a whisper.

"Three days." Y/n says simply further the girls confusion. "Three days of doing whatever I want."

"OK."

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When Y/n asked for three days lucy and ona expected to be put through the worst kind of torture just to make up for half of the pain they had caused.They Spent two of the three days waiting for an argument to burst out or pleds for answer but it never came. The guilt and sorrow ate away at them as the granted every wish.

The last day Y/n requested to spend the day alone with her older sister at the beach. She did as much as her condition would like her before they both sat staring at the sunset.

"Listen y/n i-"

"It's fine lucy."

"It's not! How can you be so cool about this how could you just have us do these stupid things like everything is normal?" Lucy stood up in her rage pacing as the gravity of the situation finally settles on her chest.

"Let me remind you im the victim here and however I choose to process that is now of your concern. You made your bed now lay in it." Y/n eyes never once left the sun patting the space next to her and her sister sat back down in defeat.

"I knew about you two way before three days ago like i said before. I'd be blind not to notice it. The way you both looked at each other, the texts and late nights. But I also knew I was sick and I knew I didn't wanna be alone so I let it go..I had my time for anger and sadness and right all I want is peace and if not that. Quite." I'm too tired for the what if's." Y/n sighed the exhaustion clear in her voice.

Lucy brought her knees to her chest then wrapped her arms around them to control her shaking. "I never meant for things to go this far..I never meant to hurt you."

"I don't need you to apologize luce the fact remains that you did hurt me and I just wanted you to know i wasn't blind to it. But like I said no apologies let's just enjoy what we have left."

Lucy slightly agreed and sat with your head on her shoulder till the sun went down after the moon took the suns place she felt the shift it was colder and much quiet than the silence from before she tried to deny it with all her but there was no changing it.

You were gone...

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 29

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: angst, tension, mentions of anxiety

I hesitate for a moment, my fingers gripping the edge of my drink cup. There’s still a part of me that wonders if this is the right decision, but deep down, I know I don’t want to be anywhere else.

“Yeah” I finally say, nodding. “Let’s go.”

As Matt starts driving, I pull out my phone and text Nick, letting him know I’m coming over. My stomach twists slightly as I wait for his response. A few seconds later, my screen lights up with a reply:

Nick: Oh, yay! Can’t wait to see you. Don’t worry, Matt’s not home, so no awkward run ins.

I nearly snort. If only he knew. I glance up at Matt, who’s gripping the wheel with one hand, the other resting casually on my thigh. He has no idea what I just texted, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

Matt notices my expression. “What?” he asks, side eyeing me.

I shake my head, slipping my phone into my lap. “Nothing.”

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t push it, turning his attention back to the road. The drive feels lighter now, less tense than before. 

We pull up to the house and park in the garage. Matt steps out first, and I follow close behind, my heart beating a little faster than I’d like to admit. The sound of our footsteps echoes as we make our way up the stairs, and before we even reach the top, I hear Nick’s voice calling out.

“Y/n! Finally, you’re here!” His voice is full of excitement, like he’s been waiting for this moment.

I hesitate at the last step, letting Matt round the corner first.

“Oh..I thought you were Y/n..” Nick says, his voice shifting in confusion. “She’s coming over so if you could stay in your room or something that would be great.”

I can sense Matt's confusion so I step into view and Nick’s eyes widen, flickering between the two of us. His mouth parts slightly, and then realization dawns on his face. His lips slowly curl into a smirk.

“You two motherfuckers came together?” he asks, but there’s no suspicion, just something like relief.

Matt just shrugs, and I nod. “Yeah, we uh.. talked.”

Nick stares at us for a second longer before breaking into a wide grin. “Oh, thank God.” he says, shaking his head. “I was starting to think you two were gonna keep being miserable forever.”

A small laugh escapes me, and Matt chuckles under his breath.

Nick steps forward, clapping a hand on Matt’s shoulder before turning to me. “I don’t know what was said, and I won’t ask. But whatever it was, I’m just glad you guys worked it out.”

I smile, happiness bursting in my chest.

Matt gestures toward the kitchen. We sit round the table as I eat my Raising Cane’s, almost catching up like nothing ever happened. It feels nice, being back in the house, feeling at ease, no awkward tension hanging over us. Nick cracks jokes here and there, and Matt chimes in effortlessly, like old times.

And finally things feel.. Normal.

The new normal.

Just as I finish my food, footsteps start to hit off the stairs, followed by Chris’s voice calling out a suggestion, something about tour, I assume.

“Yo, what if we switch the-”

He rounds the corner mid sentence and freezes. His eyes land on me and Matt, sitting side by side, and I watch as his expression shifts from shock to something softer - relief.

Chris doesn’t say anything right away. He just takes it all in, like he’s making sure he’s not imagining it.

Then, without hesitation, he steps forward, wrapping an arm around both Matt and I, pulling us into a hug.

“Man..” he exhales, his voice laced with emotion. “You have no idea how happy I am to see this.”

I let out a small laugh, feeling warmth spread through my chest.

Matt claps Chris on the back. “Yeah, well.. took us long enough, huh?”

Chris pulls away slightly to look at us, shaking his head with a smirk. “Damn right it did.”

Nick, still sitting at the table, grins. “Okay, now that the family reunion’s over, can we get back to what really matters?”

Chris raises an eyebrow. “Which is?”

I glance at Chris, remembering that he was mid sentence when he walked in. “Wait - weren’t you about to say something about tour?”

Chris leans back against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh yeah. I was actually about to mention something about one of the venues, we’re finalizing the lineup, making sure everything’s locked in.”

I nod, taking in his words. “Damn, that makes it feel even more real. This tour is gonna come in so fast.”

Nick, who’s been quietly sitting, suddenly perks up and turns to me. “Wait.. do you wanna come?”

I freeze mid motion, my head snapping toward him. “What?”

Matt chuckles, nudging me playfully. “Yeah, Nick’s got a point. You should come on tour with us.”

Chris shrugs, a smirk creeping onto his face. “I mean, you’re already part of the crew. Might as well make it official.”

I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “You guys are insane. Just like that, you’re inviting me on tour?”

Nick grins. “Why not? You’ve been around forever, and let’s be real, we need someone to keep us in check.”

Matt leans in. “And I wouldn’t mind having you around.. at all.” His voice dips slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes. “We just made up, and I don’t want to go back to missing you.”

I sit back, processing. Going on tour? Being around them, experiencing everything firsthand? It sounds.. incredible. But also crazy.

I glance around the room, seeing all three of them looking at me expectantly. A slow smile creeps onto my lips.

“Wellllll..” I drag out, making them all lean in slightly. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to consider it.”

Nick throws his hands up. “That’s basically a yes!”

Chris grins. “Welcome to the tour, Y/n.”

The thought of being on tour with them fills me with excitement, being at every show, traveling on the tour bus, watching them in action from backstage. It’s a world I’ve only glimpsed from the outside, but now I’d be a part of it. And maybe, it’s exactly what Matt and I need, to rebuild, to reconnect, to find our way back to each other.

So of course I agree.

Chris and Nick exchange a look before Nick claps his hands together. “Alright, we gotta figure out wardrobe options before we have a full on crisis.”

Chris groans. “It’s not that deep, bro.”

“It is that deep” Nick argues, already dragging Chris toward his room. “We’re not stepping on stage looking like clowns.”

I laugh as they disappear down the hall, leaving Matt and me alone. The room falls into a comfortable silence as he turns to me, his eyes soft with something unreadable.

“I’m really happy you’re coming” he says, voice quieter now. “That I get to experience this with you.”

I nod, meeting his gaze. “Me too.”

A small smile tugs at his lips, and then, after a pause, he tilts his head slightly. “You wanna stay tonight?”

I smirk, deciding to mess with him just a little. “Depends.. do I still have bedsheets on my duvet, or did you take them all off?”

Matt chuckles, shaking his head. “I meant my room.”

That catches me off guard for a second, but I quickly recover, my lips curving into a slow smile. “Oh.”

His gaze flickers between my eyes and my lips, and for a moment, we just stand there, the air between us charged with something unspoken.

I bite my lip, then nod. “Yeah.. I’ll stay.”

Matt’s smile widens, and without another word, he takes my hand, leading me toward his room.

Two weeks have passed, and it's the first day of tour. ‘The Surprise Party’ tour. This tour includes meet and greets, Q&A's, surprises, and in crowd confessions. We got to San Antonio last night and had an early day doing rehearsal in the Tobin Centre.

Although I’m not working the tour, I’m purely here to support,I still find myself overseeing merch on the sly, just to make sure everything runs smoothly.

We stand in the dressing room, I turn to Matt, watching as he adjusts his ear piece. "Are you nervous?" I ask.

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. "Kinda."

I raise an eyebrow. "You’ll be fine, nothing you haven’t done before.."

He lets out a short laugh. "It’s the first show. Gotta set the tone for the whole tour, you know?" His eyes flicker to mine.

I nod in understanding. "You’ll be fine" I reassure him, placing a hand on his arm. "Once you’re out there, it’ll be like second nature."

Matt glances down at where my fingers rest before offering a small smile. "Yeah.. I think having you here helps."

Before I can respond, the door swings open, and Chris and Nick walk in, already buzzing with energy.

Nick walks in first, in a sharp and crisp suit, a stark contrast to Chris, who strolls in casually wearing a beanie, his usual laid back vibe. There's a moment of amusement as Chris adjusts his beanie before heading to the stage. "We’re getting called for the stage" he says, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

I follow them to the wings of the stage, positioning myself just out of view from the audience. My heart races a little with excitement, seeing the chaos and energy backstage. The lights dim, signaling the start of the show.

I take a deep breath, watching as the crowd roars with excitement.  Then, Chris does something unexpected. Mid walk out, he pulls off his beanie, revealing his hair fully bleach blonde. The audience erupts, the first surprise of the tour. The room is buzzing with whispers and cheers, and I can’t help but smile at how easily he captivates the crowd.

As the crowd’s energy continues to pulse, they transition smoothly into the next segment - a Q&A. The spotlight shifts to Nick, who’s standing with the microphone in hand. He begins, "Alright, I can tell we've got some burning questions from the fans tonight!"

The fans are eager, asking the questions they all want to know. There are some funny ones, some deep ones, but mostly lighthearted questions about life on tour and the boy's dynamics. I stand at the edge of the wings, watching intently, feeling the energy of the crowd, the excitement in the air.

As the Q&A wraps up, Nick grins mischievously, clearly excited about his own surprise. He leans into the microphone with a smirk, addressing the crowd. "Alright, alright, now it's my turn to blow your minds a little." The crowd’s energy shifts, intrigued and waiting for whatever he's about to reveal.

Nick steps back from the mic, his eyes scanning the crowd as if savoring the moment. Then, with a dramatic pause, he pulls off his jacket, revealing a brand new tattoo across his arm. The fans let out an audible gasp, their eyes widening as they take in the intricate design. It’s a bold piece, a combination of symbols and words that hold personal significance to him, and it’s clear from the way he reacts that this has been something he’s wanted to share for a while.

The crowd erupts into applause and cheers, their excitement evident. Nick laughs, taking a step back, letting the fans take it all in. He flexes his arm a little, showing it off to the audience. “What do you think?” he asks, his voice carrying over the mic. "Yeah, I know, it’s a big one."

The fans are loving it, shouting their approval. Nick’s always been one to embrace surprises, and tonight, he’s truly living up to his reputation.

As the applause continues to roll, I catch Matt’s eye across the stage. He’s grinning too, proud of his brothers and their ability to keep the audience on their toes. There’s a buzz in the air now, a sense of excitement that’s only building as the show goes on.

The mood in the room shifts again, the energy buzzing with anticipation as the crowd confessions segment begins. The stage lights dim slightly, the focus shifting to the large screen behind the boys. The camera crew starts scanning the crowd, and people excitedly wave at the cameras, some nervous, some eager. The buzz of chatter fades into a quiet excitement as the first confession is revealed.

Chris’ voice calls out through the speakers, "Alright, it's time for crowd confessions!"

The screen lights up, showing the first confession. It’s a simple text, but it makes the crowd erupt in laughter: "I once kissed my best friend, and we’ve never spoken about it again. Seat A23 – Amanda."

The camera cuts to the audience, and sure enough, Amanda's face appears on the big screen. She’s holding her hands over her face, clearly embarrassed but also laughing at the situation. The crowd cheers, and she waves at the camera, relieved the pressure of her secret is out in the open. The band's laughter rings through the speakers, with Chris joking, “Well, Amanda, I hope your best friend is sitting next to you right now!”

Another confession pops up, this one more heartfelt: "I’ve been struggling with anxiety for a long time, but I’m working on getting better every day. Seat D12 – Tyler."

The camera zooms in on Tyler, who looks a little emotional but also proud of the bravery it took to share this. 

 I glance at Matt, knowing that this is a topic that hits home for him, His expression softens as he lifts his mic, his voice calm but sincere.

“Tyler, first off, I just want to say I respect the fuck out of you for sharing that. Anxiety is no joke, and it can feel like it’s got a hold on you sometimes, but the fact that you're working on it every day? That’s strength, man. That’s something to be proud of.”

The crowd hums with agreement, a few cheers breaking out. Matt glances toward the general area of seat D12, as if he’s speaking directly to the fan.

“I know it’s easy to feel like you’re alone in it, but I promise you, you’re not. Even in a room full of people, I’ve felt that way before. But what’s helped me is remembering that the bad moments don’t last forever. Even when it feels like they will, they don’t.”

He pauses, running a hand through his hair before continuing.

“You don’t have to have everything figured out today, or tomorrow, or even next week. Just take it one step at a time, one day at a time. And don’t be afraid to lean on the people around you. You got a whole damn room full of people who have your back.”

The crowd erupts into cheers, and I glance at Matt, my heart swelling a little at how effortlessly he turns a moment like this into something meaningful. He grins, looking back at the screen.

“Stay strong, Tyler. And if you ever need a reminder that you’re killing it, you know where to find us.”

The audience claps, and the moment lingers in the air, a small but powerful connection between Matt and the fan.

As the cheers for Tyler die down, Matt looks up, shaking his head with a small smile. "Man, I love doing these. Y’all are way too real for us sometimes."

Nick chuckles, leaning into his mic. "Yeah, we go from laughing at some crazy confessions to getting hit with some deep, real life shit. It’s wild."

Chris flips to the next submission on the screen, grinning. "Alright, let’s see what we got next."

I shift my weight, watching as the next confession pops up. My eyes casually scan over the words - until they register. My stomach drops.

"I still have feelings for Matt, and I’d like to see where it could go. Seat C14 – Christina."

There’s no fucking way.

My heart starts pounding in my chest as the camera pans across the crowd, searching for the seat number. I stand frozen in place, gripping the stage curtain as the realisation sinks in. 

And then, there she is.

Her face appears on the big screen, looking smug, sitting pretty. The crowd reacts instantly - gasps, cheers, a few murmurs of recognition from fans who clearly know the history. My stomach twists.

There’s no fucking way this is happening.

a/n : i said SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKER (we have one more part left im gonna cryyyyyyy)

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[devildomcuties]

Obey Me: Tenderness

thank for sending in this request :)

pairing: asmo, beel, barbatos, diavolo, solomon x f. reader

summary: Every month, you get a little more sensitive/tender, and your demon is there to help.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: periods, hickeys, oral sex, fingering, period sex, ice play, food mention, mention of wrestling beel/aggression, mention of cramps/pain

Asmo

Is curious

Wants to learn how to help you feel comfortable 

Thinks you don’t know he changes his sheets from a pretty petal pink to a charcoal black the week of

Is amazed by how delectable your boobs look in the outfits he chooses for you

Has learned what “can you check?” actually means 😭

And no, it doesn’t mean you need a different size in clothing or style 😭😭

Likes the way you cling to him

your mouth on his neck leaving the prettiest little love bites

Isn’t put off by period sex but knows you don’t care for the stickiness

loves to draw you a bath, but your greedy, needy hands always pull him in 

His gentle touches soon have you moaning as your head rests on his shoulder

His perfect chest is pressed to your back as his hands make their way beneath the bubbles

“So needy, hun,” he muses as you gasp when his fingers brush against you. You close your eyes and moan his name as you beg him not to stop.

Asmo is happy to give you what you need in bed or the tub. He knows you worry about making a mess in his bed despite his assurances that he doesn’t mind 

You’re much more responsive in the shower when he’s on his knees in front of you, savoring you as you call out his name so prettily 

“Asmo!” You cry out as you writhe under his touch. Bubbles splash over the edge of the tub as your foot comes out of the water. You find purchase on his thigh to keep you from floating away from the pleasure that courses through every fiber of your being. 

“Just like that, hun. Let go for me, surrender to your pleasure. Surrender to me.”

“Asmo!”

He grins as your nails dig into his skin. He bites his lip to smother a moan of your name as he hides his face in your neck. He nearly curses when you do, your thighs trembling from the aftershocks. 

Asmo knows you’ll panic if you see the blood on his fingers, so he easily cleans them before you take note. 

You melt into his side, a little sleepy, a little clingy, a little too in love with the Avatar of Lust, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Beel

Admires how ravenous you become every month

Your hunger rivals his in the devildom

No matter how much you eat, you don’t seem to get full like you do the rest of the month

You crave salty, then sweet

You dig in his snack drawer while he exercises in his room

You like to cocoon in his bed on the roughest days

Beel will eat his brothers' snacks but never yours

He learned that the hard way when he ate the last pint of Seventh Chocolate Hell and you burst into tears 

You wrestled him when anger took over, and Lucifer had to get Beel out of your chokehold

You’re either hungry or angry

Sometimes your cramps are so bad they make you squeeze the fuck out of Beel’s hand (though he barely feels it)

He will help you breathe through it and hold you if the pain is bad enough to make you cry

Allows you to wrestle him when you’re trying to distract yourself from the pain, the array of emotions, or the unending hunger

Though wrestling usually ends with you pinned to the mattress with Beel’s lips on yours before they trail succulent kisses down to your breasts where he’ll take a hard nipple into his mouth just to hear his name escape your lips

Beel is extra gentle, knowing something can turn, and pleasure can turn to discomfort and pain

He’s careful when he teases your nipple with his tongue, making sure you’re still enjoying it before he moves down lower

He’s not opposed to devouring you, but if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, he’ll move on until his kisses turn to gentle touches 

It’s no secret he likes you beneath his broad body, but he’s not opposed to you climbing on top and riding him while he holds your breasts to keep them from hurting more (what a gentleman)

Sometimes a little bit of ice play makes your heated body feel amazing 

His mouth moving the tiny cube down your chest until it melts and it pools near your navel

A warm shower ends the night as he holds you to him. In between kisses, he cleans your body and his

Your hands touch every bit of him, kissing the spot over his chest until you’ve got him pinned to the wall and drop to your knees in front of him

Beel moans your name as he grips your hair, cursing up to the ceiling as you take him deeper

It’ll take a while before you’re back in his bed, wearing one of his shirts, and cuddling into his side

Beel knows you loathe this time of the month, and he does his best to make it as bearable (and pleasurable) as possible

Barbatos

Has tea and sweets waiting for you

Has a little star marked on his calendar and can pinpoint the hour you’ll start your period with 99.5% accuracy

Knows better than to talk you out of the pint of ice cream (Devilishly Double Cookie) after your meals.

Has slapped a pint of ice cream out of the Young Master’s hands because it was your last one and Beel had been by for dinner

Encourages you to sleep in his bed

And asks the Young Master to allow you to stay home on the worst days of it (usually days 2 to 5)

Has watched your emotions go haywire

Including one time when you dropped your last slice of cheesecake on the floor… he’d never seen you cry so much

Or laugh maniacally when you conjured a fork and ate the bits of the cheesecake that weren’t touching the floor (and maybe a bit of the graham crust that had 💀)

Keeps his room warm and only uses soft materials you’ve approved so you can lay naked in his room until he’s released from his duties

Some nights, you’ll jump him the moment he gets within reach

Kissing him so hard, you’re surprised it doesn’t leave his lips bruised

His wandering hands will make you moan and plead for more, uncaring if you stain the sheets beneath you

Barbatos is attentive to your every need as he slides home with your ankles on his shoulders

His hands are gentle with your breasts, reading every response in search of any discomfort 

There are times when you’ll seek him out while he’s on duty

You’ll teleport to his bedroom or his shower and kiss him until you’re both bare and moaning for each other 

Enjoys making you orgasm

Prides himself in how fast he can make you reach your peak every month 

Then keeps going until you beg him to stop, only to jump him again after an ice cream break and maybe a slice of cheesecake

Diavolo

Is always fascinated 

Asks questions

Isn’t bothered by you squeezing his hand when cramps get bad

Knows your breasts hurt days before you start

Loves to rub them just to hear you moan his name

Always apologizes when you’re too sensitive and his touch causes discomfort

Is baffled by the mood swings but always sets time aside each day in case you need some extra comfort 

Today, you nearly jumped him in the hallway after dinner

He’s startled at first but immediately melts in your touch when you kiss him, your hands sliding under his uniform. 

“Bedroom,” you whisper needily as you tug him in the direction of his chambers

Allows you to push him onto the bed before climbing on top of him. 

You’re not in your uniform like usual, instead, you wear some comfortable pajamas and a loose shirt you’ve stolen from Dia’s private collection

It’s obvious to Dia that you don’t have a bra on; the material usually irritates your skin

Díavolo helps you out of your shirt gently before you lie on his bed with him slotted between your legs 

He stops you before you rip the buttons from his shirt, tugging the tie loose but not removing it

His kiss is gentle, teasing as he leans over your bare chest

A soft moan escapes you when his tongue brushes a pert nipple

Dia aims to please as he removes his tie, using one end to tease you

Though you don’t want any penetration, you love it when he covers your chest in kisses

His tongue is slow as it circles your breast, his teeth gently grazing your skin 

Your fingers weave in his hair, holding him to you

“Please,” a whimper escapes you as his tongue tastes your skin. Diavolo wants to please you, make your toes curl and your cries heard across the Devildom

So he doesn’t stop

He presses his hips to yours, uncaring of his pleasure or release as you sing beautifully beneath his broad frame

“Just like that, love. Let me hear how pretty you sound.”

You reward him with a searing kiss that nearly makes him lose his mind (and his load), too consumed in your pleasure to reel himself in if you’d kissed him a moment longer

Instead, he focuses on your neck, sucking his mark on one side before leaving a trail that leads to your navel

Diavolo admires his work, a proud grin on his lips as your thighs tremble at his waist, your hands gripping his sheets as his name rolls off your tongue

He truly knows how to keep you satiated during this time of the month.

Solomon

Keeps the freezer stocked with ice cream 

Keeps your favorite hoodie of his freshly laundered for you 

Knows better than to offer to cook for you (you go on a cooking rampage to get your mind off the pain and mood swings)

Keeps his bathroom stocked with everything you need from the human world

Has told Lucifer to fuck off when you missed a few days of class due to cramps

Also told Barbatos to fuck off when you missed a few meetings

Is always ready to cuddle you or pleasure you

Hates to see you in pain but loves comforting you 

Has transferred your cramps to Mammon when he took Solomon’s credit card

Waits for you to initiate when you’re feeling sensitive

Shared hot showers sometimes end up with your breasts pressed to the shower wall

With water running down both your bodies

His lips on your shoulder, kissing their way up your neck until he leaves the tiniest mark just behind your right ear

His hand will rest on your hip

The other will slide between your legs while he whispers how he’s going to split you apart on his cock 

His fingers will rub your clit slowly just to hear those sweet moans of his name

Until he finally slides home with a curse of your name

After, Solomon will take you back to his bed and place you on the softest sheets, wrap you up in your favorite blanket, and be ready at your beck and call

He'll hold you in his arms until you fall asleep, promising to take all your pain away if you simply ask

Solomon will wake you with breakfast in bed (prepared by Simeon and Luke) on the roughest days to make you feel better.

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 27

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- ahhhh sound off guys 💔 like and rb for meee! Happy late v-day btw!

Billie’s POV

Ellie sighed, “I’m sorry, you need to talk.” She walked out, closing the door behind Remy.

She tried to turn the doorknob, but apparently, Ellie was standing outside, holding it shut.

I rolled my eyes as she jiggled the knob to no avail, pushing on the door once more. I know how persistent Ellie can be.

“Your girlfriend is… nice.”

I said nothing, just turned slightly, still not facing her completely.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your party. I just thought you wanted to see me.” Sarcasm dripped over her tone as she fidgeted with her jacket zipper.

“Yeah, show up two weeks before I leave for months.” I breathed out a stupid laugh.

“This was a mistake” She crossed her arms.

“Yeah, sorry you had to make such an effort to come say goodbye.” I scoffed, sarcastically.

“Why do you hate me so fucking much?” She took a step closer.

I looked her in the eyes for the first time in months. My stomach dropped. I became captivated by her presence. Her lips were formed into a perfect pout. She looked like she’d been crying. Her nose rosy and her cheeks flushed were a dead giveaway.

“You think I hate you?” I shook my head, “I loved you! And you forgot all about me. You made me feel like I was nothing!” I pointed my finger at her, the words pouring out of my mouth with no filter.

“Billie, you have to know by now that that is not true.” She waved her hand in denial, her eyes wide.

I shook my head, at war with myself. I wanted to cuss her out, run to her and hug her, and cry all at once.

When I walked into my kitchen and laid eyes on her for the first time since her accident, since our fight, I froze. I felt like I was going to shatter into a million pieces, and then I was overcome by anger. Every feeling I had suppressed for the last couple months resurfaced and I just wanted to melt into a puddle.

And now, here I was, looking in her eyes. Her chocolate brown hair was longer than before, almost down to her waist. She usually couldn’t stand when her hair passed her shoulder blades. She looked unreal and I couldn’t believe she was here.

“I don’t know how else to say it to you. I don’t know how to convince you. I tried my best every single time.” Her voice was shaky, but she stood her ground.

I broke our eye contact. Her voice tore a hole in my chest. I know if I look at her any longer, I would burst into tears.

My cheeks were hot and my throat burned from holding back sobs. I wanted to tell her to leave, because if she didn’t, I’d forgive her and continue to live everyday wishing she was mine. I had to move on.

“I’m sorry, okay! I’m sorry that I left you hanging so many times. I’m sorry that I kept making promises that I couldn’t keep! I was trying to balance everything and everyone at once, and I failed! I fucked up!” She shouted.

“No, you fucked your way up to the top at work. You failed me!”

“It’s not true! Stop saying that. You know me better than that. Don’t you hear the way you’re talking to me? It’s me, I’m not some random bitch you can just insult whenever you want!”

“You’re different now!”

“Billie, how am I different!”

“Your clothes! You want to suck up to your boss-“

“I wear dresses and skirts all the time! You’ve never had a problem with that before!”

“It’s not that! It’s the reason you’re wearing them! You think it’s going to get you ahead it’s fucked up! Just like Rachel!”

“Stop talking about my clothes! God, I don’t understand why that matters to you so much!” She was so flustered, I could hear the gears in her head moving and the steam coming out of her ears. Maybe this is the reaction I wanted. Maybe I just wanted to make her hate me so it’d be easier to watch her leave. So it’d be easier for her to leave me be. To assure she didn’t miss me.

I sit down on the accent chair, putting my head in my hands. “Just forget it.” I sighed, my head throbbing already. “You’re not even hearing me.”

“No I am, Billie, you’re not hearing yourself.” She walked over; standing closer to me, her arms still crossed. I could smell her perfume. It made me miss her more.

It made me think of how she made my bed smell when she slept over. How her scent lingered on my pillows, and the next night I’d dream she was still tangled in my sheets. I should’ve cherished all the mornings I spent waiting for her to wake up, tracing the silhouette of her body with my eyes, watching her lips move as she dreamed.

“I just don’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t ask for this.” I breathed out a long breath.

“Well I’m here now, I came all the way up here to see you, because I’ve missed the fuck out of you. So look at me!“ She stood in front of me.

I ignored her.

“Billie, look at me!” She squatted in front of me, putting a hand on my knee, hoping I’d give in.

“If you missed me, why didn’t you come see me the entire time I was in LA, huh? Why come out literally right before I leave the country again. Is it less of a commitment this way?” I snapped back.

“No, I was afraid! And hurt! And you have no idea what I’ve gone through since the accident!” She let out an aggressive sigh.

“What? Joe had you run all the way to Burbank to get him coffee?” I rolled my eyes.

She stood back up, “Yeah, Billie. That’s great. Thank you. My life is so easy compared to yours because I don’t tour around the world all year. You know, this is the exact bullshit that made me so afraid to say no to you.”

“No, actually it’s because you’re a coward, who doesn’t say no to anyone.”

“Right, I’m sure you loved that while you could, didn’t you?”

“No, dude, I didn’t want you to say yes to me all the time. I wanted you to be there when you said you’d be there! And I wanted you to keep your word! And make time for me once in a while! Is that so much to ask for?” I lifted my head from my hands, standing up again.

She took a step back, making me realize how loud I was being. I took another deep breath, rubbing my face.

“I’m sorry, I’m fucking sorry, I never meant to make you feel like this. You have to know that. I don’t care if we never speak to each other again, I need you to know that I have always loved and cared about you. I tried my hardest to make everyone happy. I know I fucked up. Please, know that!”

“Please, just go. I don’t want to do this.”

“Did you even hear what I said?”

“Yes. I heard you. Now go.”

“You pushing me away won’t fix anything.” She looked at me, demanding I meet her gaze.

“You should’ve just stayed at home working.” I said anything at this point to make her leave. She was right, I was pushing her away.

She looked hurt, and rejected. The all too familiar emotions she made me feel. She opened her mouth to say something else, but stopped herself. I wanted to apologize but my pride got the best of me.

“I needed you too and I never asked you to stop what you’re doing for me.” She finally spoke, her eyes glossy. “Not once.”

I knew she was right. The difference is, had she asked me to, I would’ve done anything in my power to be at her side. That’s when it dawned on me that I had power. The power that she didn’t have in her life.

“I love you, Billie. More than you know. Have a good trip.” She walked over to me.

I watched her every move as she barely extended her arms, attempting to give me a hug. I wanted to, I did. But, I couldn’t. All of the progress I made with Ellie, and all of the hard work I did trying to forget would be pointless if I gave into her embrace. I knew if I touched her, I’d fall apart in her arms, letting go of every grudge I held. All of the weight would come off my shoulders in a matter of seconds.

In a perfect world I would give in, let her back into my heart, and let her hurt me over, and over again, as many times as she’d like. I would never let her go again, even if it killed me.

This reality is far from the perfect one I wish we lived in.

She stood in front of me, giving me the most vulnerable look, her eyes begging me to let her hug me goodbye. She dropped her arms, hanging them limp in front of her.

I bit the inside of my lip nervously, looking down, and walked right past her, leaving the room.

A surprised Ellie, who had left her post, was holding her ear against the wall, listening in on us. She stood up straight, fixing her dress and giving me a look.

I walked past her too, heading upstairs. She went into the room Remy was still in, probably to apologize for me.

I swung my bedroom door open and closed it, not caring if any of the guests noticed. They were all entertained by loud music and conversations anyway. I sat on my bed, rubbing the horror off my face. It felt like an out of body experience seeing Remy here in my house. I leaned back, throwing my back on the mattress, closing my eyes in hopes today would go away.

“Come here.” Ellie brushed the hair off my face. I hadn’t even heard her come in.

I moved away from her, getting up and stomping to the bathroom. “This is all your fault.”

“My fault?” Ellie sat on the bed, following me with her eyes.

“I can’t believe you told her to come.” I began to cry, leaning my arms over the bathroom vanity.

She floated over, rubbing my back, leaning her face into mine. “I just wanted you guys to talk, I thought you’d talk and work things out! I didn’t even think you’d be upset she was here…”

I completely gave up, my head already exhausted from the events. I didn’t have it in me to fight her too. I melted into her soft skin, burying my face in her neck and crying silently. The strong feeling of wishing I were in Remy’s arms instead emerged, making me nauseous and weak.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted you to be happy. I know how much you miss her.” She swayed us back and forth, rubbing my back in circles. I know she meant well. She didn’t know any better.

I couldn’t even put my feelings into words. How could I?

What could I say?

This is so hard on me because the love of my life is here and I can’t tell her how much I love her, because if I can’t have all of her I don’t want her at all.

I just cried and cried into the sweetest, purest arms. The arms that did nothing but pick up my shattered pieces. Because, I can’t have my cake and eat it too. There is no world where Ellie and Remy could exist at the same time.

She pulled away, grabbing my face in her hands. “I won’t meddle anymore, I’m sorry. I thought I was doing a good thing.” She wiped my tears, panic on her face. “I didn’t meant to ruin anything.”

“I know you didn’t, I did.” I mumbled.

She furrowed her brows, confused, trying to read my mind. Before she could, I lifted her up by her waist, sitting her on the bathroom counter and standing between her legs.

“I’m so sorry, it was a stupid idea.” Her voice small, ashamed even. She wrapped her arms around my neck, wiping away stray tears that remained on my cheeks.

I kissed her, not wanting to keep discussing it. I didn’t want to think about the fact that I need to start all over and push down every sentiment.

She kisses back, not expecting the intensity of which I met her with. My hands pressed on her hips, pulling her closer to me.

She pulls away, looking in my eyes and noticing more tears coming down, involuntarily. “Hey.” She stopped me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, leaning in and kissing the soft, warm skin on her jawline, trailing down to her neck, smelling a fresh, familiar scent.

“I think… we should really get back downstairs. Our friends-“

“You smell… different. What is that?” I asked, between breaths, pushing her hair back as I kissed down to her collarbone.

“Oh, I used that shampoo on the top shelf today, in your shower. I ran out of mine.” She smiled softly.

“I love it.” I groaned in her ear, realizing it was Remy’s shampoo. It smelled so good on her. Images of her face, her smile, her mouth telling me off earlier. It felt so wrong to think of her when I’m kissing El, but I couldn’t stop.

I skimmed her thighs with my hands, sliding my fingertips between her thighs, under her silky red dress. I brought my lips back to hers, granting her tongue entrance, wanting her more and more by the second. I could tell she wanted me too.

She moaned into my mouth as I entered her, her thighs tightening on my hand. I could feel her tightening around my fingers too. I grabbed onto her with my other hand, placing it on the small of her back to keep her from sliding back, wanting her to feel every bit of this.

She bit my shoulder, her thin dress straps sliding down her's, highlighting that collarbone I love sucking on so much. The outline of her breasts made made me want to rip off her clothes.

She threw her neck back, unable to keep quiet as I pushed her to her cliff’s edge. I cupped my hand over her mouth, attempting to muffle her loud breathy moans.

When I finished her, she looked at me, out of breath. Her eyes were hazy, gasping for air profusely. I lifted her up and wrapped her legs around my waist, carrying her satisfied body and throwing her on my bed. I shut and locked the door, walking back to her body.

I just wanted to be in control of something in my life, as long as she’d let me.

[sakuraszn]

hey bookie bear I’ve been a silent reader but I just had an idea!!

so here me out on you and fiancé!Bakugo had a plan to “square up” with each other at the alter before the rings are brought down the aisle. Like imagine all the guests laughing in confusion or some being genuinely concerned as to why the bride and groom suddenly squared up at the podium.

lol idk if this made sense but it just came to my brain

-🥭

﹒♡ SQUARE UP, ft. katsuki bakugo

note: hello mlll😚💕!! don’t worry I understand what you meant, hopefully I was able to execute this well for you!

Weddings are supposed to be elegant. Romantic. Sentimental. A once-in-a-lifetime moment filled with love, tears, and gentle smiles.

The grand hall was stunning—white roses, gold accents, and a whole bunch of fancy decorations that probably cost way too much, but you weren’t about to complain. Your friends and family filled the seats, waiting for the big moment.

Apparently, no one told you and Bakugo Katsuki that.

And then—

“Alright. Square up.”

A wave of confusion rippled through the crowd.

Standing at the altar in his crisp black suit, Bakugo loosened his tie, rolling his neck like he was about to go ten rounds in a championship fight. And in front of him? You, standing there in your absolutely drop-dead gorgeous wedding dress, lifting your fists like you were about to make history.

The tension? Immaculate.

The reactions? Priceless.

Kirishima nearly choked on his own spit. “Oh, man. They’re actually doing it.”

Mina gasped, hands over her mouth. “This is the most on-brand thing I’ve ever seen.”

Kaminari, utterly lost, turned to Todoroki. “Wait—this isn’t a normal wedding tradition, right?”

Todoroki, deadpan, replied, “Not unless I missed something in wedding etiquette class.”

Don’t even get started on your mother. She’s in distress. “WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING? THIS IS A CEREMONY, NOT A CAGE MATCH!”

Your father, arms crossed, just shook his head. “I mean… this is kinda how they flirt.”

The priest looked at the two of you, then at his script, then back at you, before sighing in utter defeat. “Should I… continue, or…?”

Bakugo ignored him, his eyes locked onto you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t get cold feet now.”

You scoffed. “Cold feet? Please. I’m just trying to decide if I should humble you now or after the reception.”

His smirk was all sharp edges. “Tch. Try it.”

And just like that—

The moment you took a step forward, Bakugo was already moving, sidestepping with a smoothness that was honestly a little too attractive for a man in a wedding tux. You threw a fake jab, just to mess with him, but he caught your wrist, spun you seamlessly, and then—

He dipped you.

A deep, dramatic, ballroom-style dip, your wedding dress flowing like something out of a fairy tale.

The entire chapel lost their minds.

“A DANCE MOVE FAKE-OUT?!” Kaminari screeched.

Mina wiped a fake tear. “They’re so in sync.”

You, upside down in the dip, burst out laughing. “Alright, alright! You win this round.”

“Tch. I always win,” Bakugo said, but he was grinning, the usual sharpness in his expression softened by pure affection. He pulled you upright, still holding onto you like he had no intention of letting go.

The priest, now sweating profusely, tried again. “So… can we proceed with the vows now?”

Bakugo sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes before lacing his fingers with yours. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with so I can kiss my wife already.”

The guests cheered. The ceremony continued. And for the rest of eternity, people would talk about how that was the day they witnessed the most badass and ridiculously romantic wedding of all time.

2025 © SAKURASZN !

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Sweet Past - Ch.7

Summary: Planning your new home is not as easy as you though, when there's Joel Miller involved. Oh, and that little akward dream you had.

Warning: a little bit of SMUT (so under 18 bye bye), fluff, Joel being Joel, weird feelings shit

Word count: 4 860

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“Such a good girl.”

Joel’s voice was rough, edged with something primal, something possessive. The sound of it made your back arch, your body responding instinctively to the way his fingers worked you closer to the edge. His lips traced fire along your neck, the scrape of his beard only adding to the heat coiling low in your stomach.

Your hands clutched at his broad shoulders, gripping onto him like an anchor as his pace quickened, his touch both merciless and precise. The tension built, sharp and overwhelming, the pleasure nearly unbearable.

“That’s right, baby,” he groaned into your ear, the deep rasp of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “I can feel you.”

He nipped at your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. You let out a choked moan, too far gone to be embarrassed by the way your body betrayed you. Joel only chuckled at that, his amusement thick with desire.

“Those noises you make, sweetheart... you’ll be the end of me.”

His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking, biting—harder this time—while his hand worked you with devastating precision. The contrast of pain and pleasure made you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair, nails digging into the nape of his neck.

Then—

He curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot. The one that had you crying out, thighs trembling, pleasure tearing through you like a live wire.

“There it is,” he murmured, smug, satisfied, his voice thick with approval. “Go on, pretty girl. Let go for me.”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. He pushed you over the edge, his voice commanding—

“Now.”

And that did it.

A sharp, shattered cry ripped from your throat as your body tightened, then broke apart entirely. White-hot pleasure crashed through you, unstoppable, relentless—

And then—

You woke up.

Gasping. Shaking.

Your body was still tight with the ghost of it, your thighs pressed together, the damp heat between them making your stomach plummet.

Oh, fuck.

You shot upright, pressing the heels of your palms into your face, as if you could somehow will the dream away, erase it from your memory.

It was bad enough that you’d had a wet dream, but about him?

Joel fucking Miller.

Your stomach churned with a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and something you really, really didn’t want to name.

This wasn’t happening.

It was a dream.

It didn’t mean anything.

Right?

---

The sharp scent of sawdust and metal filled the air as you stood in the middle of the hardware store, trying to keep your focus on renovations and not on the fact that you were standing way too close to the man who had just wrecked your subconscious this morning.

Joel, blissfully unaware, was scanning the aisles with that serious, calculating look he always had when he was working. You, on the other hand, were desperately trying not to think about how his fingers had—

Nope.

Absolutely not.

You needed a distraction. Now.

“Do you have this in pink?” you asked, turning to Mark, the store owner, while eyeing a power drill.

The reaction was immediate.

Both Mark and Joel turned to you, wearing identical expressions of disgust and horror.

You burst out laughing. “Oh God, you should see your faces.”

Mark muttered something under his breath, shaking his head as he grabbed a nearby clipboard. Joel, however, crossed his arms over his chest and gave you a long, unimpressed stare.

“You know what, Mark?” Joel mused, a slow smirk creeping onto his face. “Find her a pink one.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“Bet it’ll match your childish personality just fine,” he continued, turning to you with an infuriatingly smug expression.

You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. “How dare you?”

Joel just grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

“You keep it up,” he warned, “I will make sure everything you own is pink.”

Your stomach twisted—not in annoyance, but in something dangerously close to fondness.

The teasing. The attention.

God, you needed to get a grip.

“Fine,” you huffed, shoving his arm playfully. “Party pooper. I apologize.”

Joel gave you a slow, approving nod, reaching out to pat you on the head condescendingly.

“See? You can act like an adult,” he drawled. “Good girl.”

And just like that—

Every single thought you’d been trying not to have that morning came rushing back.

Your body betrayed you.

Your breath hitched. Heat shot up your spine.

Joel noticed.

His hand stilled. His brow furrowed slightly, gaze flickering over your face. “You okay, kiddo?”

“Yep!” you blurted out, stepping back so fast you nearly tripped over a bucket of paint. “All good! So, uh—what’s next on the list?”

Joel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he let it slide, rolling his shoulders before turning back to Mark.

You exhaled slowly, willing your heartbeat to calm down.

It was fine.

You were fine.

You just had to get through this shopping trip without combusting.

Or worse—without Joel realizing that somewhere between the teasing, the familiarity, and that damn dream—

You’d started looking at him differently.

And you had no idea what to do about it. All you had to do was focus.

That was it. Just focus on your new project. The house. The renovations. The long list of things that needed to be done.

Not on him.

Not on the way his voice still rasped in your head from that dream. Not on the heat that still lingered in your skin, phantom touches that hadn’t even been real.

This morning? It didn’t mean anything.

You were just pent up. It had been a while since you’d been with someone, and you weren’t exactly the type for one-night stands. That was all it was—basic, stupid biology. Your body reacting to a man who just so happened to be Joel Miller.

Joel, who was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, glaring down at Mark like he was actually considering knocking him out right in the middle of the hardware store.

You frowned, stepping closer as their voices became clearer.

“I’m telling you, Miller, this is the best brand you’re gonna get.”

“That’s not the best,” Joel scoffed. “That’s just what you’re pushin’ ‘cause you got extra stock.”

Mark groaned, throwing his hands up. “Jesus, again with this? You always think I’m tryin’ to scam you.”

“‘Cause you are tryin’ to scam me.”

“Joel, come on, man.”

“Nope.” Joel shook his head. “I ain’t buyin’ that piece of shit.”

You sighed, stepping into the middle of them. “What exactly is the problem?”

Mark let out a dramatic breath. “Your friend here—”

“Boss,” Joel corrected, completely deadpan.

You blinked, a laugh nearly escaping. “Excuse me?”

Joel shrugged, finally looking at you. “I’m the expert. He’s just tryin’ to sell you overpriced junk. So, technically, I’m in charge.”

Mark shot him a glare. “Technically, you’re an ass.”

Joel smirked. “That too.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Okay. Before you two kill each other, can someone please tell me what’s going on?”

Joel turned to you, arms still crossed, jaw tight. “Mark wants to sell you this garbage-ass brand of drywall that’ll probably crumble if you so much as look at it wrong.”

“Oh, come on,” Mark huffed. “That is not true.”

Joel ignored him. “You want somethin’ that lasts, we’re goin’ with the other brand.”

Mark gestured toward the stack of drywall. “Okay, first of all, the one I suggested is perfectly fine—”

“Bullshit.”

You sighed again. “And the difference in price is…?”

Mark hesitated.

Joel smirked. “Oh, look at that. He ain’t answering.”

Mark groaned. “Fine. Yes, the better brand is slightly more expensive—”

“‘Slightly’ my ass,” Joel muttered.

“—but it’s not necessary.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “See, now he’s just insultin’ you. Tellin’ you to settle for somethin’ half-assed like you don’t deserve better.”

You looked between them, watching Mark glare while Joel looked downright smug.

It shouldn’t have been funny.

But it was.

You bit back a grin, rubbing a hand down your face before looking at Joel. “So what do you say, kiddo? It’s your project. Your decision.”

Joel’s eyes glinted. “Damn right it is.”

Mark groaned again. “Oh, my God—”

“I’ll take the better brand,” you interrupted before they could start up again.

Joel smirked, satisfied, while Mark looked personally offended.

“Unbelievable,” Mark muttered, shaking his head.

You just smiled sweetly. “I trust my boss, after all.”

Joel huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “Smart girl.”

You turned away before he could see how that made your stomach flip, pretending to focus on your shopping list instead.

Just focus.

That was all you had to do.

---

You had been in this damn hardware store for two hours.

Two long hours.

And in that time, you’d witnessed four separate arguments between Joel and Mark—each one somehow more ridiculous than the last.

Argument #1:

“This is the best caulking gun you’re gonna find,” Mark said, holding it up like it was a damn trophy.

Joel scoffed. “That cheap piece of plastic? You’re jokin’, right?”

“It works, Miller.”

Joel crossed his arms. “Yeah, until it doesn’t.”

“It’s literally fine.”

“You wanna bet?”

Mark groaned. “Are you seriously tellin’ me you can tell how shitty a caulking gun is just by lookin’ at it?”

Joel shrugged. “I know a shitty tool when I see one.”

You stepped between them before Joel could start a damn field test in the middle of the store.

Argument #2:

“You don’t need a heavy-duty drill for simple wall fixtures,” Mark argued.

“You don’t need that much gel in your hair, but here we are,” Joel shot back, completely deadpan.

Mark blinked. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”

Joel smirked. “Just sayin’.”

Mark turned to you in exasperation. “Are you seriously listening to this guy?”

Joel grinned like he’d already won.

Argument #3:

“Just get the damn standard screws,” Mark said, rubbing his temples.

“The hell I will,” Joel grumbled. “We’re not half-assing this.”

“They’re screws, Miller!”

“They’re shit,” Joel corrected.

Mark gestured wildly. “They are literally the same as the ones you want but cheaper!”

“Exactly.”

“Jesus Christ.”

Argument #4:

“This specific tile pattern is really popular right now,” Mark said, holding up a sample.

Joel looked at it like it personally offended him. “That’s ugly as hell.”

Mark exhaled through his nose. “It’s modern.”

“It’s horrendous.”

“It’s sleek.”

“It looks like a damn hospital bathroom.”

That time, you had agreed with Joel.

But once. Just once you’d agreed with Mark, and Joel had been pouting like a damn child ever since.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you trudged toward him, feet aching from standing for so long.

“Joel,” you said sweetly, smiling as you stepped up to him.

His eyes narrowed instantly.

He knew that smile.

“What is it, traitor?” he muttered, arms still crossed, clearly still not over it.

You let out a dramatic whine, resting your forehead against his back. He chuckled, the deep rumble of it vibrating against you before he turned, his expression mostly playful, though you could tell he was still holding a grudge.

“So,” you started, tilting your head, “when are we gonna make some actual decisions?”

Joel frowned. “What do you mean? We already made important decisions.”

He started ticking off points on his fingers.

“One—we picked the best drywall so your walls don’t crumble like that cheap crap Mark was tryin’ to sell you.”

Mark grumbled something under his breath a few aisles away.

Joel ignored him.

“Two—we settled on proper screws instead of that garbage that woulda left your shelves on the damn floor.”

You rolled your eyes, but he kept going.

“Three—we made sure you ain’t usin’ a drill that’ll quit on you after a month.”

You sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Four—”

“Oh my God.”

He smirked. “Don’t get pissy just ‘cause you ain’t got the patience to do this properly.”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Joel, I’m hungry and my feet hurt, and we haven’t even chosen colors yet.”

Joel blinked, his expression softening almost instantly.

That should not have made your stomach flip.

His eyes lingered on you for a beat, taking in the slight exhaustion in your face. Then, without a word, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek.

You froze.

His touch was so gentle, so easy, like it was something he did all the time.

And when he smiled, slow and knowing, your brain completely short-circuited.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Might’ve gone a little overboard.”

The pet name hit you like a sledgehammer to the chest.

Your mind immediately betrayed you—flashing back to the dream, to the way he had growled it against your skin, to the way his voice had rasped just like that—

Nope.

Absolutely not.

You shoved the thought away violently.

Joel didn’t notice your internal breakdown. “How about this—we pay for this stuff now, grab some lunch, and talk colors over food?”

Relief washed over you.

“Thank you,” you breathed, taking his hand in both of yours and squeezing.

His brows lifted slightly at the touch, but instead of pulling away, his thumb brushed over the back of your hand, the movement so small you almost thought you imagined it.

“And just so we’re clear,” you added quickly, ignoring the way your pulse spiked at the contact, “I’m paying for this.”

Joel sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

You narrowed yours. “Joel.”

He smirked.

That smug bastard.

“Fine,” he said, amused. “But I’m only lettin’ you ‘cause I know I’ll win next time.”

You groaned, tugging his hand toward the register. “Just take the damn win, Miller.”

Mark watched you both pass with a look of pure exhaustion. “Finally,” he muttered. “I was about to start charging extra just to get you out of here.”

Joel just grinned. “Oh, shut up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

Maybe this was why you hadn’t really minded spending two hours here.

Maybe this was why Joel Miller—despite being the most infuriating man on the planet—was also the one person you’d willingly suffer through four unnecessary arguments for.

---

“Can we get burgers?”

The second you dropped into the passenger seat, you let your head fall back against the headrest, completely drained. Getting all the materials loaded into the truck had been a whole other battle—one that took nearly thirty minutes and involved more cursing than actual problem-solving. And don’t even get started on the moment Mark told you the final price. If not for the so-called “family discount,” you might’ve passed out right there in the middle of the store.

Joel huffed as he settled into the driver’s seat, adjusting his rearview mirror. “We can get whatever you want,” he said, throwing the truck into reverse. “You survived over two hours in there. You earned it.”

You grinned, clapping your hands happily before fastening your seatbelt.

Joel glanced at you, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. “You’re such a damn kid.”

You stuck your tongue out at him in response.

He arched a brow, completely unimpressed. “My point proven.”

You just laughed, watching the buildings blur past as he pulled onto the road. Your stomach growled, already anticipating the food. “Is Javier’s still there?”

Joel nodded, already making the turn. “Yeah, yeah. Where the hell else would we go?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I was afraid you’d take me to Burger King or something.”

The truck slowed to a stop.

You turned your head to find Joel staring at you. Hard.

Then—

“Get out.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Get out of my truck.”

Laughter bubbled up from your chest, but Joel kept his face perfectly straight, shaking his head in pure disappointment.

“No Burger King will be spoken here,” he muttered, shifting the truck back into drive. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You gasped in mock horror. “Joel Miller, what is that language?”

He flicked his eyes toward you, unamused.

“You raised Sarah and Ellie with that mouth?”

“First of all,” he started, voice dripping with sarcasm, “there ain’t a single thing I could say that Ellie don’t already know.”

You snorted at that, because yeah—that was absolutely true.

Joel continued, shaking his head. “And Sarah? Well, she’s heard enough from your smartass over the years to worry about what I say.”

Your jaw dropped. “I am offended by that accusation.”

Joel smirked. “You’ll live.”

“I am a delight.”

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, pulling the truck into a parking spot outside Javier’s.

He threw it into park and turned off the engine before glancing at you. His lips quirked as he reached for the door handle.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s put some food in you before you turn into a damn brat.”

“Hey!”

Joel just chuckled, shaking his head as he climbed out of the truck, and you followed, rolling your eyes with a grin.

Maybe you were acting a little bratty.

But something about this—being with him, like this—just made it too easy to slip into.

---

The second you took a bite, you moaned.

Loud. Shameless.

This was what you missed.

Sure, the wings from the other night were still the best damn thing you’d ever eaten, but this? This greasy, juicy, perfectly messy burger? This was pure heaven, especially after the hellish marathon of hardware shopping you’d just endured.

Across from you, Joel let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he took a bite of his own. “Jesus,” he muttered, amusement clear in his voice. “Behave yourself. People are staring.”

You barely spared a glance at the crowded diner, shrugging as you took another slow, obnoxiously satisfied bite, moaning again—louder this time—just to mess with him.

Joel’s chewing slowed. His eyes flicked up to yours, narrowing slightly as you smiled at him sweetly.

“This,” you said, gesturing to your burger, “is a fucking foodgasm.”

Joel choked on his Coke.

You had to press your lips together to keep from bursting into laughter as he coughed, setting his drink down and swiping a napkin across his mouth. “What the fuck?”

You grinned, leaning forward slightly. “Foodgasm, Joel. You know, when the food’s so good, it’s like—”

“I get what it sounds like,” he cut in, glaring at you while his ears burned red.

“Then why’d you ask?”

Joel sighed heavily, dragging a hand down his face like he was already regretting this conversation. “Jesus Christ… That’s a thing?”

“Of course,” you said matter-of-factly, taking another bite. “Wasn’t my cooking worthy of a foodgasm?”

You watched with delight as his jaw clenched, his grip tightening around his cup before he took a slow sip, trying to act unaffected.

“It was good,” he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You gasped, dramatically pressing a hand to your chest. “Just good?”

Joel let out another sigh, shaking his head. “You really want me to say it?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ with a wide grin.

He exhaled, shaking his head like this was physically painful for him. Then, after a moment of hesitation, he muttered—

“Fine. Your food was… worthy of a foodgasm.”

You froze.

You hadn’t expected him to actually say it.

Heat crept into your face, something shifting in the air between you. Your mind betrayed you immediately, dragging you right back to that damn dream from this morning—the rasp of his voice, the way he had groaned good girl against your skin—

Nope.

You bit your lip, forcing down the memory, trying not to focus on the way his voice had dipped just then, or how good your name sounded when he said it.

Instead, you dropped your gaze, suddenly shy.

“Thanks, Joel,” you murmured, poking at your fries. “Means a lot coming from you.”

Joel stared at you for a moment, eyes flickering over your face like he was trying to read something there.

“You’ve become a hell of a woman, haven’t you?”

Joel said it so casually, like it was just an offhand remark. But the second the words left his mouth, your eyes went wide, a bite of burger still halfway to your lips.

He chuckled at your reaction, shaking his head as he took a sip of his drink. “Relax. I’m just happy, that's all.”

You swallowed, setting your burger down and narrowing your eyes at him. “Don’t get all emotional on me now, old man.”

Joel let out a slow exhale, setting his drink down with a thud before turning to you with an unimpressed glare.

“Old man?” he repeated, voice dry as hell. “I’m only ten years older than you, may I remind you?”

You grinned, reaching for another fry. “That’s a whole damn decade, Joel.” You popped the fry into your mouth, chewing dramatically. “Basically half of a new generation.”

Joel scoffed, shaking his head. “Okay, you know what? Never mind. You’re still a brat.”

You laughed, loud and unfiltered, the kind of laugh that made your shoulders shake.

And Joel—he just watched.

Because damn, that laugh suited you.

It was good to see you like this—unburdened, relaxed, light in a way you hadn’t been in a long time.

Didn’t mean the guilt had disappeared, though.

He still carried it. Still bore the weight of knowing he hadn’t done enough back then. He should’ve fought harder. Should’ve called your father out for the bastard he was instead of standing to the side, pretending he didn’t see what was happening.

But he had seen.

And he let you go anyway.

The regret still sat heavy in his chest, even now.

But then—

Your hand brushed over his.

The touch was soft, featherlight, but enough to pull him back—away from the past, away from all the shit he couldn’t fix, and right into the present.

“Hey,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly, voice teasing but warm. “You good? Did I hurt your feelings?”

Joel blinked, momentarily thrown off by the concern in your voice. You always did that—worried about everyone but yourself.

Well, that was gonna change.

He let out a dramatic sigh, leaning back in the booth. “Yeah, my pride’s officially ruined,” he muttered. “Might never recover.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand back.

And for some reason, Joel missed the warmth of it more than he should’ve.

“Don’t worry,” you said, finishing off your burger with a smug little grin. “For an old man, you’re not doing so bad.”

Joel arched his brow. “Oh, really?”

You wiped your fingers on your napkin, nodding. “Yep.” Then, as casual as anything, you added, “You’re still really handsome.”

Joel froze.

His hand tightened around his drink.

You just threw it out there, no hesitation, no teasing lilt—just an honest statement, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

His brain short-circuited for a second.

And then—

He narrowed his eyes.

“… What are you up to?”

You grinned, reaching across the table to steal one of his fries. “Oh, come on, don’t give me those bullshit eyes.” You popped the fry in your mouth, smirking. “You know half the girls in my school had a massive crush on you.”

Joel let out a long, suffering groan, dragging a hand down his face.

“Christ,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Don’t remind me.”

You giggled, watching the memory physically pain him.

“God, it was hilarious,” you went on. “You’d walk in to pick up Sarah, and I swear to God, every girl would go silent—like you were some kind of rock star.”

Joel groaned again, scrubbing a hand over his beard. “It was awkward as hell.”

“Awkward for you, maybe,” you teased. “But for me? Hilarious.”

Joel shot you a look, lips twitching. “That was more than a decade ago.”

“So?” You shrugged. “Some say men age like fine wine.”

Joel snorted. “Yeah? And what do you say?”

You smirked, reaching across the table again—this time deliberately stealing another fry, eyes locked on him the whole time.

“I say,” you murmured, popping the fry into your mouth, “you try.”

Joel narrowed his eyes, slow and calculating.

Then—

“You do that again, I’ll cut your damn finger off.”

You laughed, tipping your head back. “Oh my God, you’re so dramatic.”

Joel just huffed, shaking his head. But there was a hint of something else there—something behind his eyes, something he wasn’t saying.

And you saw it.

You saw the way he lingered on your face. Saw the way his fingers flexed slightly against the table. Saw the moment of hesitation before he exhaled through his nose and looked away.

And suddenly, you weren’t just playing anymore.

Because for once, it wasn’t just you feeling all kinds of things.

Joel felt them too.

And damn, wasn’t that an interesting little discovery.

---

Joel leaned back in the booth, one arm draped over the backrest, watching you with that familiar mix of amusement and mild impatience. "So, the colors?" he asked, voice low and gravelly, cutting through the quiet hum of the diner.

You shifted in your seat, suddenly self-conscious. "I have some actual ideas on how I’d like the rooms to look," you admitted, fumbling for your phone.

He arched a brow. "Let me guess… Pinterest?" You shot him a surprised look. "One more age joke, and I’m out."

You exhaled a short chuckle. "I’m just surprised you know what Pinterest is." You smirked, flipping through your saved boards. 

"I do have two daughters, y’know."

Something in your stomach twisted at the way he said it. Matter-of-fact, but weighty. You chewed your lip before adding, "These are just ideas, you know… nothing set in stone. If something won’t work or it’s a bad idea, I trust you. Just—don’t laugh."

Joel held out his hand, palm up. "Show me the damn pictures."

You placed your phone in his hand, trying to ignore the way your fingers brushed against his. The warmth of his skin sent a tiny jolt up your arm. You took a quick sip of your drink as the waitress slid a fresh basket of fries onto the table.

"It’s not bad," he muttered, scrolling through your selections. "Some things might be tricky or just not worth the trouble."

Without warning, he shifted, standing briefly before settling beside you in the booth. Your breath hitched, your entire body hyper-aware of his proximity. The scent of sawdust and worn leather clung to him, something distinctly Joel.

And just like that, the memory of your morning dream came rushing in, unbidden and all-consuming.

"See here? This kind of kitchen would need the window moved. But—" he pointed at another image, his voice a near-growl against your ear, "if we shift the sink here instead, we could get a similar look without tearing the whole wall down."

You nodded quickly, forcing yourself to focus on his words rather than the heat radiating from his body.

"I like the colors, though," he admitted. "Would need to see the whole space to say for sure. Show me more."

You fumbled to take the phone back, your fingers shaking slightly. "I have catalogs, too."

"Of course you do." His smirk was almost smug, but there was something fond in his tone. You rolled your eyes, handing the phone back.

You watched as he scrolled through the images, the crease in his brow deepening in concentration. The longer he studied them, the more anxious you felt—like a kid waiting for a grade on an important test. But it wasn’t just about validation.

It was his validation.

"Most of this… yeah, it’s doable," he murmured, before leaning in again. His shoulder pressed against yours, his body warm, solid. "But that color in the kitchen? You’ll hate yourself trying to keep it clean. And this—" he tapped at another picture "—we can swap this top with the one from this other kitchen. Same style, better finish."

You glanced at the screen, then at him, before a soft laugh escaped you.

Joel frowned. "What?"

You shook your head, smiling warmly. "Nothing. It’s just… I spent whole week obsessing over these pictures, trying to figure out what works, what doesn’t. And you? You take one minute to go through them and already know better."

His smirk returned, laced with something undeniably smug. "I do this for a livin’, sweetheart. Kinda obvious I’d know more."

"I know." You rolled your eyes, laughing as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into your ribs. A surprised yelp left your lips, and you swatted at his hand.

But then the moment shifted. The playfulness gave way to something quieter, something deeper. Your smile softened, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I really appreciate you, Joel. I hope you know that."

He stilled. For a fraction of a second, he looked almost caught off guard. Then, slowly, a faint blush crept up his neck. His hand, rough and calloused, lifted to your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin in a touch so gentle it nearly stole your breath.

"I know, sweetheart. I know."

And just like that, it felt natural—the two of you, sitting in a quiet diner, talking about wall colors and countertops. It should’ve felt strange. It should’ve felt too close, too comfortable.

But it didn’t.

It felt good.

It felt right.

[emberdragon34]

Exiled - An angsty Permit Office Convex oneshot

Spoilers for Cub and Grian's latest videos!

I was sad about events so I decided to write angst.

I think it just made me even sadder.

GoodTimeWithScar whispered to you: Cub we need to talk

GoodTimeWithScar whispered to you: at comfort room

You whispered to GoodTimeWithScar: coming

I look over from building my house in exile. It’s the day after I arrived here. Honestly, I expected this message sooner. I knew Scar would be upset by my decision. I knew he’d want to confront me about it. But it’s still hard to stomach. With a deep breath, I tidy up my blocks and take to the air towards spawn. The sound of Scar’s calming recordings reaches me as I land outside. He’s here, alright. I slow down, trying to keep my emotions in line as I enter the building, all the way through to the comfort room. I pause just inside. Scar’s there, sat hunched on the couch, staring off into the distance, listening to his own comfort tapes. My heart sinks and twists with guilt. I knock on the wall.

‘Hey,’ I say. He pauses the recording, turning to face me. It’s clear he’s been crying. He probably hasn't slept either. 

‘Why did you do this, Cub?’ Scar whispers. ‘Why?’

‘You know why,’ I reply. I try to keep looking at him, but his expression is too upset, too betrayed. I glance at the ground. ‘You felt their influence growing too. I couldn't put the server in danger.’

‘We can control them, though.’ Scar slips from the couch, stepping closer. ‘There’s the Safe Room below the Permit Office.’

‘We chased Joe across the server for 5 hours in mindless bloodlust.’

Scar doesn't reply. He’s on the verge of crying again.

‘No one was hurt.’

‘That’s not an excuse.’

Scar’s silent again. Another small step closer. 

‘What if I need you?’

‘You can come to exile…?’ It’s a terrible answer. We know it’s a terrible answer. We know it’ll do nothing when Scar wakes up mid-panic attack after a nightmare about Secret Life. The nightmares that have only grown more frequent with this exile threat. ‘Look, man, I’m sorry. But imagine what would happen if they took control while we were hunting No Poe. Or- or made us hurt Skizz and Grian to ensure their loyalty or some shit. It’s almost happened already. I couldn't risk it. I had to leave, and do it before they tried to stop me.’ I fall silent, just before I start crying. Part of me screams for doing this. Part of me hates myself for leaving.

‘Oh Cub…’ Scar steps even closer, close enough to run a hand through my hair. I place mine on his cheek, wiping away his tears.

‘I’m sorry.’

‘Surely there were other options…’

‘It would’ve taken too long to find them. The Vex were out for blood. I can hide out here and cause harmless chaos. You can stay with Grian and Skizz and stop Beef and Joe.’

‘I want to be with you, Cub.’

‘I’m sorry, man.’

‘It’s not the same with Skizz or Grian. They're great, but Skizz doesn't know what I've gone through and Grian’s gonna blame me and laugh at me for messing up like he always does,’ Scar’s about to cry. His expression haunts me. I can't find a reply. I can't make this better. I desperately try not to start sobbing.

‘I knew I shouldn't have taken the roll of Permit Manager,’ I mutter, vision blurring with my own tears. ‘I knew they were always going to get involved.’

‘Don’t say that…’

‘You know it’s true, Scar,’ I look up at him. ‘The Vex were always going to jump at a chance for power. And get upset when people question it.’

‘It’s not fair!’ Scar bursts out. ‘It’s not fair that they’re always just…’

He starts sobbing. I pull him into a tight hug. Scar hugs back, just crying into my shoulder.

‘I know,’ I murmur. The pit of guilt in my stomach only grows. ‘I know…’

‘When will this end, Cub?’

‘I don't know.’

‘I just want to build my zoo, and hang out, and play Hungry Hermits and TCG, and not have to worry about spawn being 30 million blocks away,’ A pause. ‘About you being 30 million fucking blocks away…’

‘I’m sorry,’ is the only reply I have.

‘Stop saying that.’ mutters back Scar. ‘It’s not your fault. It’s the stupid vex that forced your hand.’

Silence. My mind struggles through options to help Scar, make anything right, comfort him.

‘How long do you have here before returning?’ I land on.

‘Tomorrow morning.’

‘Well… all my spacey bits were in my ender chest. And it’s a clear night…’ Scar knows what I’m implying.

‘Are there any good spots around here?’

‘I’m sure we could find somewhere. If you wanted to.’

‘Yeah.’ Scar snuffles back a sob. ‘Yeah, I’d like that.’

We step from the hug. Tears still run down Scar’s face.

‘Should we go now?’ he asks.

‘Yeah, yeah. The sun'll be going down soon…’ I leave the room, Scar following silently. It’s a short flight to an appropriate mountain. The setting up of our stuff is bittersweet, far slower than usual. Neither of us want this to end. Scar barely speaks. I can tell he’s fighting tears the whole time, as we sit down together, cuddled up in a blanket, staring up at the stars. With so little light pollution, they're incredible. I smile.

‘You know what I love about space?’ I murmur. Scar glances over.

‘What?’

‘That no matter where you are, whatever world, however far away you are, the night sky stay the same. The days will pass the same, the constellations are still the same, the science is the same.’

‘Even 30 million blocks away?’ Scar asks.

‘Even 30 million blocks away.’

I think he smiles at that, hugging closer. Before shifting position, moving his untouched plate of cake closer to me.

‘Do you want some? I don't have the appetite for it.’

‘No appetite for cake, man?!’

‘Well, I’m sorry! We’re gonna be 30 million blocks apart from each other for weeks. Of course I’m feeling bad!’ It was supposed to come across humorously. But it doesn't. Scar falls silent again. His tears shine in the moonlight. ‘Notch, I’m gonna miss you.’

‘You can visit every day.’

‘Not if I’m to be keeping up Poe duties for Grian. Hunting down Joe and Beef. I won't get to see you, Cub. We can't hang out, and all because the stupid Vex…’

‘Honestly, we needed some more Permit action over here anyway. It was too cozy,’ I admit.

‘Too many fish religions,’ Scar replies. We manage to laugh at that.

‘Indeed.’

Scar yawns. He rests his head in my lap, still staring at the sky.

‘Try get some rest. I know you haven't slept,’ I suggest, running a hand through his hair.

‘If I fall asleep, I’ll miss dawn. We won't get to say goodbye properly.’

‘Then we can do it now.’ The words don’t want to come. ‘Goodbye, Scar.’

‘Bye Cub.’

‘Go exile Joe for me.’

‘I will. You make sure he has the worst welcome in the history of welcomes.’

‘Oh, don't worry about that, man. Don't you worry…’

Scar laughs, a sound I’m going to miss.

‘And I’ll visit whenever I can.’

‘You’d better… and watch my base for me. I don't want anyone touching my diamonds.’

‘On it, Permit Manager Cub!’

‘That’s what I like to hear. And find that blackstone permit, Scar.’

‘Hmm… what?’ Scar feigns ignorance. I sigh, amused.

‘Never mind.’

We fall silent again, still looking up at the sky, until I drift asleep, holding Scar close.

And wake up on my own.

[ilovebokutokoutaro]

𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮

Gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: angst, accident, mentions of surgery, memory loss (um slight?), blood idk? Not proofread, happy ending, mentions of poor mental health, slight suicidal ideation. (Pls tell me if i forgot any)

Overview: having met an accident things are rough on both you and your dear husband. Life is unpredictable and both of you learn slowly that what you have is all that matters.

"thank you, this is me." You smiled, a genuine grateful smile, the only one you remembered how to do anymore. You were grateful for a lot of things but that was all you were. You weren't happy, nor were you content.

The thudding of your own footsteps on the pavement may as well break you anytime now, slowly tho you made your way to the door, counting your steps as if having a control over it will stop the pain that surged through your lower body.

Everything was silent, way too silent as you shuffled through your purse to get keys, the jingling making you sigh, it felt as if your brain was bursting open, maybe they were right, maybe it would've been better if you passed away.

You hated this house, you hated entering into the coldness, the way it ripped through your skin, making you realise again and again and again that you were alone here. Your right leg throbbed in pain, tingling as you walked towards the couch, sitting down ever so slowly. Your breath hitching as you felt a sharp pain towards your hip.

You remembered it just as well, the way the truck hit the bike, you remembered the sharp sting in your head, and then it travelled down to your right foot. But that was all you remembered. Nothing else, no one else at all.

Yet it all felt so empty, such a big apartment...just for your lone soul? And then you heard footsteps and shuffling.

"hey baby...are you home?" You heard, flinching as you sat up. "Who the fuck are you?" It came out harsher than you expected and the man stiffened in response. "Oh" was all he said as he kept the mug he was holding down before making his way to you.

"it's okay" he mumbled when he saw you shuffling to the end of the couch with a very pained expression, you leg hurt, trembling too now. He put his hands up in surrender when you grabbed the nearest vase and pointed it to him.

"stay away from me..who are you and why are you in my house" you managed to splutter out and to your surprise he only smiled, kneeling on his knees in front of you. "I'm Gojo Satoru, you husband?" He answered. "Oh...did i forget you again?" You asked, laughing as you put the vase away. A wave of sadness hitting you.

"yeah.." he smiled but it looked forceful. As he was in pain, a lot of it.

"Satoru! I hate how you're always telling me to leave my job, do you never have anything else to say?! It's become an everyday routine, please just stop!"

"y/n, baby! Please that is not what I'm saying, I'm just saying you're exhausted, take a rest please, you're ruining your body"

"i don't fucking need you to tell me what to do"

With that you grabbed your helmet and keys, rushing out of the door, ignoring your husband's loud yell for you to please come back, tears stinging in your eyes as you realised what you were doing, this was not how you wanted his birthday to go, you had so much planned! Why are you like this? Why are you hurting him so much? Why are you hurting so much always.

"i wish you would just die today, i hate you so much" you told yourself as you turned your bike on, driving forcefully to you didn't even know where. Oh to your luck, it was raining heavily but you hadn't even noticed until you reached a secluded highway.

'where-' was all you could think before you felt blinding lights on the side, and before you could turn your head to look at it, the truck had already struck it's blow.

Your whole body flew to the side along with your bike, the helmet banging against the road, the bike falling over your leg in a huge thud.

It hurt, everything hurt! Oh you missed satoru, your husband. No you couldn't die like this you didn't even apologise to him.... you needed to tell him you loved him...god just once...what have you done?

"does your head hurt?" He asked gently pushing your hair back, "yeah" you mumbled leaning into his touch and he smiled just a tad bit more painfully.

"and what about your leg?" He asked and you nodded again, snuggling in the warmth of his hand. "It hurts a lot" you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden reality of the immense pain you felt in your leg.

Going to the physiotherapist always brought this kind of pain, and going to the doctor along with it made it all worse. Gojo only nodded at that slowly getting up to pull your body in his arms, pulling you up in one swift motion. "You've lost more weight..." He added and you nodded against his chest, suddenly feeling weirdly sleepy, eyes dropping shut to his voice.

"doctor, please please do something, anything! Please!" You heard the moment you opened your eyes, the light blinded you so you just closed them again. Why is this man crying so desperately, oh how it hurt to hear his voice laced in such tremendous pain...that was all you could think as you felt the air punching it's way out of you, oh god what was happening, why could you not move?

Your whole body ached...hard. Especially your head, it felt like it would explode any moment. "Let me see what i can do" was all you heard before a series of commotions blew up. "She's awake!" They were all talking in hushed tones but it still hurt your head so much.

"please! Stop! Hurts!" You mumbled, eyes blinking over and over as you sobbed, tears wetting your face but it all stung hard. "Toru! It hurts!" You cried and you felt a hand immediately grabbing yours.

You turned your head expecting just as much to see your dear husband, relief washing over your body as you did. But oh he was crying, so hard you could barely see his blue eyes, they were dark red, he looked scrubbed off of all rest.

Like he had been awake for days and you couldn't help but cry harder as he looked at you. A sharp pain tingling in your arm as a needle pierced you to which you cried again.

The moment you woke up, you searched for satoru again. "Toru!" Hands shuffling around in bed, you hated waking up with him not by your side, it reminded you of the day you first woke up from the accident.

"hey! It's okay! it's okay I'm here!" He whispered oh so gently as he pushed his hands under your waist, pulling you on his lap, pushing you close to his chest as you desperately cling to his shoulder, his bare skin not failing to calm your anxiety down.

"i thought you left" you whispered and he kissed your head in return. "I would never, I'd walk with you to death if needed" he shuffled under you, pulling you up so he could see your face.

The look shattered his heart, he remembered each detail unlike you....that day after the accident every now and then you forgot who he was, so much so that you even started remembering that you forgot him, it was a lot better than before, well it had been 5 years after all.

He remembered the 1 year by heart, you'd scream, cry and run away from him whenever he came near you, and just as you'd remember you'd forget again...and then again. His heart broke when you looked up all confused, and even more when you clinged to him, crying that your head hurts, that you wanted to die instead of forgetting him everyday.

At least now you remembered him more often than you forgot. Didn't hurt any less but he wished he could go back, see that you were suffering everyday before that ever happened.

satoru was a busy man, and he failed to see how hard you were struggling alone when he wasn't around, leading to more and more fights, that night too, he had divorce papers ready if you fought. On his birthday yes.

But he hated himself for ever thinking he'd want to leave you, the feeling he got when he first got the call, first saw you in the hospital bed, attached to all those machines and wire, he thought he'd die right then and there.

"how long is this going to go shoko?!....she doesn't even remember me half the time, and the remaining time she's crying in my arms because of the pain!"

Shoko had never seen The Gojo Satoru in this much pain ever before, he looked like he hadn't slept in ages, hair messy, dark circles adorning his eyes to the point his blue eyes faded to a dark colour that she couldn't bear to see anymore.

Gojo was always happy, always having fun, and when he first fell in love, geto and her were actually surprised to see how down bad he could be, it was almost adorable how he'd do anything you even so much as spoke about.

But now here he was, the same man, broken apart to the point he didn't even look like their best friend anymore.

"gojo...her condition is bad...very bad we're lucky she's alive and walking, we're luckier she remembers anything at all even for a while. I'll be honest with you, there's only so much i can do anymore. I've had her consulted with the best neurologists possible, and the chances of survival in the surgery are so slim, we cannot take the risk!"

Shoko regretted it the moment it came out, her heart aching at how his eyes dropped down even more, shoulders slumping as he sighed, grabbing his hair with both his hands- "toru!" You yelled from outside, the glass window making him sit up straight as he realised.

Eyes coming back to normal as he stared at you with so much love shoko felt like she was even missing out, he waved at you and you waved back, geto held your hand, supporting you in your short stroll. Gojo's smile carried so much shoko almost resented you for forgetting it all.

"toru!" You called and he gasped realising he had not been listening at all, "oh I'm so sorry i just.." he started but didn't know how to finish. "It's okay..." It wasn't the most genuine answer you could utter then but you knew where his trail of thoughts probably were.

You knew it had been hard, and you knew he blamed himself for all of it but there was only so much you could do to help, you remembered how when you tried to help he'd beg and cry for you to instead just get better, just heal properly.

Your right leg even after surgery didn't work properly, sometimes the pain came so hard, you'd not even be able to cry, clutching the bed sheets desperately begging whatever God to end it and throughout it gojo stayed by you. You loved satoru gojo, and you wished you had not gone out that day, if only you had waited, calmed down, talked to him just once, told him you were suffering, if only you had not prayed to be killed that day.

Maybe then he wouldn't have to suffer so much, or maybe if you had just died instead of sticking to him like this.

But you hadn't and maybe it was selfish but you were thankful he loved you so much that he didn't leave throughout this. "Baby..i promise this will be over, I'll get better...i...i don't know how long it'll take but i...promise" you could feel the way his hands trembled on your waist, eyes tearing as he stared at you.

"i know, God you've to, i know, I'm so sorry" you hated how he blamed himself for everything but as he buried himself in your neck you couldn't help but be oh so thankful you were with him.

And maybe an year later, this will be gone, you'd stop forgetting him and everything will be okay. And maybe as he told this story to your teenagers, maybe his prayers all came true.

Because you were asleep with your head on his chest, never to forget him again, his eyes still as teary as they used to be, but this time he held two other pair of eyes sobbing his pain out for him. "Dad!....we never knew you both went through so much...ugh i wish u get a husband like you two" your daughter cried and your son nodded before telling her she looked ugly while crying, his own cheeks drenched with tears.

And as gojo watched his children bicker, he didn't fail to land a chaste kiss to your head, oh so thankful for everything, maybe it all works out in the end.

A/n: heyaaa thank you for reading lovelies! I've no idea what i just wrote, started with a completely different story but here we are. I'm sorry if this is not that good 😭 haven't written shit in a good while. Again thank you for reading...or not? Have a great day or night love ya🫶🏻🎀

[wooahoe]

gazing the blue sky, blooming again, i want to be someone’s everything

i was living in a moment but i met you, and i realized that everything has a reason

fallin’ flower; jeonghan x reader (jeonghan is prob more fae or siren here than peter pan but i mean it’s all up to interpretation so !!)

for my moots, who are all collectively having yoon jeonghan-related crashouts

who should i do next? songs for all members have been decided ! so please check the series masterlist, and let me know who you want to see next :)

THANK YOU TO SOUSY FOR BETAING 😭😭😭 ILY BAE

wc: 576

mlist — 🎧 farewell neverland ʚɞ — peter pan au — @maestro-net

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excerpt from where i describe seventeen’s voices but not in the way you expected: light, fluffy cream-covered cake from the pseudo-french-that’s-actually-korean bakery, topped with fruit that’s somehow always in season

jeonghan is an enigma. he is mischievous; it is in his nature to play pranks and tease you. you know it all comes from a place of love, which is why you join him in his playful banter. but there are times where he is so, so sweet to you that you wonder if you really know him at all

are you okay? he asks

tears spill down your face. you wish you could be anywhere else in this moment, in any other situation, but you aren’t

you’re here. with him, and that might be the only good thing about this situation

so you take a deep breath and face the music

jeonghan is the ocean. the waves crash along the shore and the steady flow of the tide is soothing. it calms your heart, and lulls you into a sense of security. whether it is false or not, you don’t really care

but the ocean is also terrifying. it’s a vast expanse of the unknown. it’s unforgiving. it’s a deep, seemingly bottomless void, and it’ll gladly take you as a sacrifice for whatever motives it has

and so you have to remind yourself that the ocean is also beautiful. it’s full of undiscovered wonders, and the way the light hits it just right makes it burst into a thousand diamonds, sparkling across the bay

do you ever wish you could be human?

hmm. it’s complicated

how so?

humans can die

you look at him, confused

what do you mean?

when you’ve lived for as long as i have, you realize that everyone and everything you love…it leaves you, eventually

which is why i can’t love you, he wants to say, but he keeps the last part to himself

you wonder who hurt him, who caused him to be this way

because through all the teasing and whiplash there’s also someone longing to be seen. someone who hides behind one thing but longs to be cherished as another

he takes your hand in his, and all of a sudden you’re transported somewhere else

you realize that you’re seeing the world through his eyes. he’s seen so much, and your heart aches when you realize he’s been alone for nearly all of it

you whisper his name in silent reverence

but this time, there’s no quip. no snarky comeback

just a sad smile

to love jeonghan is to love yourself

there‘s the idea that applies to the concept of motherless daughterhood, the idea that one must become their own mother in order to make up for the one they have lost. in a similar fashion, you have had learn to love yourself unconditionally, because nobody else would

but you don’t have to anymore. because now, there’s someone who will take that burden off of you. and you reassure him that it’s not a burden, because you want to do the same for him, too

hannie?

he turns to look at you. and his breath catches when he does, and you can’t help but flush at his actions. he chuckles at this, and hums in response

can i kiss you?

his eyes widen in response

yah. you can’t just say things like this to me! do you even-mmph!

you cut off his rambling with your lips on his

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a/n: idk man

taglist: @sousydive @dreamingofpcy @junplusone — wanna join my taglist?

[v3n1ce-bxtch]

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CW: pregnancy scare, cussing, talking about fertility, fluff, crying

a/n: filler chapter!!!!

The nausea hit you harder than you expected. You barely made it to the bathroom in time, your stomach twisting as you emptied its contents into the toilet. Your forehead pressed against the cool porcelain, breaths coming in ragged gasps. It wasn’t the first time this week.

Lena had noticed.

She burst into your room not long after, her eyes sharp with suspicion. “Y/N,” she snapped, arms crossed. “How long has this been happening?”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, avoiding her gaze. “I don’t know. A few days.”

“A few days?” Lena’s voice was laced with panic. “Are you serious? And you didn’t think to tell me?”

You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room. Minutes later, she returned, dragging Rafe in by the sleeve of his sweater.

“You,” she seethed, shoving him toward you. “What the hell did you do to my sister?”

Rafe barely flinched, his jaw tightening as he looked between the two of you. “Lena, relax—”

“Relax?” she interrupted, eyes wild. “She’s been throwing up for a week, Rafe. What did you do? I know y’all have been fucking like rabbits these past few months!”

You buried your face in your hands. “Lena, stop.”

She ignored you. “You got her pregnant on purpose, didn’t you?”

Rafe’s brows furrowed, his lips pressing into a tight line. “That’s not—”

“My fertility rate is low as hell,” you finally blurted, cutting off whatever he was about to say. “This doesn’t make sense.”

Your voice cracked, and suddenly, the weight of the situation crashed over you. You didn’t even realize you were crying until Rafe was at your side, pulling you against him. His arms wrapped around you, firm and reassuring.

“It’s okay,” he murmured against your hair. “We’ll figure it out.”

But Lena wasn’t done. She scoffed, arms still crossed as she glared at him. “You’re so damn calm about this.”

Rafe looked at her then, something dark flashing in his eyes. “What do you want me to do, Lena? Freak out? Yell?” His voice dropped lower. “That wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You’re a psycho,” she snapped, and then, just to twist the knife, “You really think she wants her baby’s father to be a murderer?”

His fists clenched at his sides. You saw it—the way his jaw ticked, the way his shoulders went rigid. You knew he was digging his nails into his palms, grounding himself, trying not to react.

Lena wasn’t finished. “What if someone wanted revenge, huh?” she taunted. “What if some guy you screwed over came back and killed Y/N? Killed your baby?”

The room fell into silence.

Rafe’s face remained unreadable, but you could see the way his chest rose and fell, the barely-contained tension in his stance. He was seconds away from losing it.

“Lena,” you whispered, voice shaking. “Please stop.”

She exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “You’re so stupid for this, Y/N.” Her voice was softer now, but still filled with frustration. “You know Mom and Dad will kill you if this turns out to be real, right?”

You swallowed hard. “I know.”

And with that, you locked yourself in your room.

Lena stormed out of the apartment, but you knew she wouldn’t leave it alone. She’d be back. Probably after tearing into Rafe some more.

A few hours later, there was a soft knock on your door.

You hesitated before unlocking it, and when you opened it, Rafe stood there, holding a steaming cup of tea in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other. He stepped inside without a word, setting the tray down before pulling something else from his pocket.

A pregnancy test.

“You should be sure,” he said simply.

You nodded, your stomach twisting as you took it from him. He sat on your bed as you disappeared into the bathroom. Minutes passed, dragging out like hours.

When you finally returned, the test in your hand, you couldn’t even look at it. Instead, you climbed into bed next to Rafe, burying your face in his shoulder.

His arm came around you immediately, his lips pressing soft kisses against your hair. “Whatever it says,” he murmured, “we’ll be okay.”

You forced yourself to look.

Negative.

A sharp breath left your lungs, relief washing over you so quickly it made you dizzy. You didn’t realize how much you were bracing for the worst until now.

Rafe pulled you closer, his fingers tracing circles against your back. “See?” he whispered. “You’re okay.”

Your sister was going to lose it when she found out. But for now, you curled against Rafe, letting his warmth soothe you.

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[achillesunly]

I don't wanna hear any of the emotional-wreckage psycho-sexual deviance comments that my answer might arouse

Soukoku

Klance

Jegulus

Next question.

Bonus point for stsg which takes charge whenever one of em is resting

[torchstelechos]

People be like, how you doing? And I'm like, Loop is never going to see their family again.

[katierosefun]

modern family is all fun and games until you get to the scenes where you burst into tears because the once-vaguely homophobic dad now refers to his son's husband as family, and also the academically gifted daughter realizes that her dorky, clumsy dad was always really proud of her and just never surprised because he just assumed she could do anything, and also the eldest daughter who eloped comes crawling back to her parents' room and whispers that she still wants her parents to be present for her wedding, and also the anxious queer lawyer character admits that he was terrified that his husband would just leave him alone with their baby daughter, and also that the once-vaguely grouchy dad looks at his stepson and tells him that what makes a family is who sticks around, not who you're blood-related to and anyways what was i saying