#to celebrate i took a nap and woke up just in time to give my bunny her arthritis medication

[thezombieprostitute]

Dr. Hot Stuff

Summary: You're probably the only nurse who hasn't slept with Surgeon Johnny Storm and you're happy to keep it that way.

Warnings: Age gap, Implied smut, Medical setting, Talk about surgeries. Please let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Many thanks to @bigtreefest for help with the medical terminology and more!

A/N2: Reader is 35+ years old and female. No other physical descriptors used.

You feel like a zombie, asleep on your feet after an incredibly long surgery. As much as you liked being Dr. Beck's go-to nurse for long and complicated surgeries, it still took a hell of a toll on you. As soon as you were cleaned up and in fresh scrubs, you were headed to the sleeping area.

When the doorknob doesn't turn you blink as your brain tries to process why you're not already laying down. You try a few more times but nothing. Is it stuck? It's not supposed to be locked.

Then the sounds of giggles and moans pierce through your brain fog and you put the pieces together. Dr. Johnny Storm, aka Dr. Hot Stuff, doing his regular, pre-surgery "ritual" with one of the nurses. You roll your eyes and shake your head. You should break down the door just out of fully justified spite! But you know you won't get much support. Apparently Dr. Hot Stuff earned his nickname. If there's one thing you'll give Storm, it's that his partners have no complaints, and they are the type to complain.

You slink off to the break room to find a recliner for a nap.

You're startled awake by Johnny loudly celebrating his latest successful surgery. He's proudly proclaiming his mastery over the appendectomy to anyone and everyone who will hear. You roll your eyes and start getting out of the recliner. You should be used to these kinds of things by now. Young surgeons are always so loud and proud.

Before you can get out of the recliner, though, Johnny steps in front of you.

"If it isn't my favorite veteran nurse," he smirks.

"What do you want, Dr. Storm," you sigh.

"You know you can call me Johnny, like all the other nurses, right?" he raises an eyebrow, grin never dropping. "I'm just trying to be friendly but you keep shutting me out."

"I just woke up, Johnny. And I'm still very tired. I'd be friendlier if I could've actually slept in a bed." You give him your best glare, hoping it would get him to back off, maybe apologize.

Instead his smile widens, "oh, sorry about that. Next time I'll make sure you get to join in." He winks and you scoff.

"I'm out of here," you shake your head. "I've gotta get back to work."

"Wait, please, I wanna talk to you!"

"About what?"

His facial expression changes into puppy dog eyes that your certain would work on a younger you. "Can you put in a good word for me with Dr. Beck?"

Your eyebrows crinkle in confusion. "What?"

"I'm doing so damn well with these appendectomies and cholecystectomies that I could do them in my sleep," he explains. "I want to get into doing the interesting surgeries, the ones that'll help my career, you know?"

"You haven't mastered the mundane yet," you tell him and he rolls his eyes while giving you a groan. "It's incredibly important for surgeons, especially new ones like yourself, to get experience with the variety that can come from even a simple procedure."

"What variety?" he protests. "It's all the same procedure. The same hand motions. The same instructions."

“You’re about to sever the common bile duct but your view is partially blocked by a section of hard adipose tissue. What do you do?”

"Predict where the duct continues under the fat tissue and make the incision,” he shrugs as if it should be obvious.

“WRONG," you loudly scold. "You just nicked the hepatic artery. Your patient is bleeding out.”

He starts pouting but you continue to grill him. You can tell he's studied but he's just too inexperienced and he continually falls short. Given how red he's getting, you can tell he knows it as well. When you finally let up on the questions he backs up so you can get out of the recliner but he's definitely not happy.

"Bet you'd put in a good word for me if you helped me with my pre-surgery ritual," he grouses.

"Not gonna happen, Junior."

"You sure?" he raises an eyebrow in that way you know works on the younger nurses. "I bet I could make you feel young again."

"I'm sure. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get back to work."

"I'll get you to change your mind one of these days," he promises with a wink.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Ooo! Giving me permission to think of you next time I can't sleep?"

You facepalm. "I walked right into that one."

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly; @thiquefunlover63

[critter-creature-or-beast]

Of course you know all this week is the anniversary event, Cambrian Week. But today is the actual one year anniversary of the blog 🥳

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 57 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets home in time to take care of you when you need him the most, and he's ready to push aside his own exhaustion to let Noah celebrate Halloween. Announcements and plans are made, including some that you're looking forward to a lot more than Bradley is.

Warnings: pregnancy topics, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, smutty blowjob, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4100 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

When Noah woke up on Halloween, he made his way into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he went. Then he stopped short next to the table. "Daddy?"

Bradley spun around to see his son standing there in disbelief. "Hey, Bub," he said as a smile bloomed across his face. "I missed you." He knelt down, and Noah immediately trotted across the room and right into his open arms. "I made it back just in time to go trick-or-treating with you."

He kissed Noah's cheek and buried his nose in his son's soft curls, inhaling the scent of home. "We're all going to go," Noah said with conviction. "Even Skittles has a costume. And Aunt Natasha is going to get one, too. She promised."

"Then I guess it will be a party," Bradley told him, deciding now wasn't the best time to mention that you may rather spend the evening in bed. "Are you hungry?" he asked, standing up with his son in his arms, simply because he wasn't ready to stop holding him. "Do you want pancakes?"

Bradley knew it was bad when a four year old looked at you like he was convinced anything you tried to cook would be inedible. "Can Mommy make them?"

"Wow," Bradley said, trying not to laugh. He was pretty convinced five minutes ago that he'd be able to follow the directions on the box, but maybe not. "Do you really think Mommy is that much better at cooking than I am?"

"Yes. She is. Can she make the pancakes?"

Bradley laughed and kissed his cheek again. "How about I give it the old college try since Mommy is still sleeping, okay?" He held Noah while he measured out the water, but when it was time to crack an egg, he set him down at the table with a glass of milk and an activity book that you or Nat must have got for him. He looked at the egg, not quite trusting himself, and he cracked it into a bowl instead directly into the pancake mix. He ended up picking pieces of the shell out of the bowl, but once he started to stir everything together, it looked pretty damn good. 

"Okay," he muttered, wondering if you'd want to eat breakfast in bed if he managed to pull this off. He should order one of those tray tables for you to use. He dumped some of the batter into the hot pan and started to look online for a purple tray when he got a little distracted. 

"Daddy," Noah said, pointing to the stove as soon as Bradley smelled the pancake starting to burn.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, setting his finally fully charged phone aside. "It's okay, I'll eat this one," he promised, flipping it over with a spatula to reveal a blackened, smoking mess. Now he paid close attention to what he was doing, and the next ones turned out pretty well, but it was too late.

"What did you burn?" you asked from the doorway with a smile. When Bradley tossed the spatula aside and rushed to your side, you said, "For a minute there, I thought it was all a dream, and that you weren't really home yet at all. But then I smelled something burning and knew you must be."

He wrapped one arm around your waist, tilted your chin up with his fingers and kissed you, hoping to convey just how badly he had missed you. He didn't stop until Noah asked, "Mommy, can you make the pancakes?"

"Let's let Mommy rest," Bradley replied, stroking your neck with his fingertips. "Do you want me to bring a plate of food into the bedroom?" he asked you.

You shook your head and whispered, "I'm okay. I might take a nap later, but I'm fine, Daddy." Then you took his hand gently in yours and brought it to rest on your belly. "So is this little one."

"I wouldn't have blamed you," he blurted out, and you tucked your face against his chest. As your arms snaked around his waist, he said, "I would have been sad, but only because I'm so excited for the baby. But I wouldn't have blamed you or been upset with you, Princess."

You nodded and whispered, "I know. It was so scary though. And I don't think I could have gone much longer without you here."

"I'm home. And I'm cooking and doing everything. You've got nothing to worry about."

"Mommy, please," came Noah's exasperated voice. "The pancakes."

You started laughing against Bradley. "Do you want dinosaur pancakes?" you asked, and Noah gasped in delight. "I'll take that as a yes. Step aside, Daddy. Watch and learn."

But he didn't step aside. He stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder and told you over and over again how much he loved you while you prepared the most adorable breakfast he'd ever seen in his life. You cut up a pancake to look like a stegosaurus body and added spikes made out of sliced strawberries. You used part of a banana as the neck, and added chocolate chips as eyes. 

"Damn," Bradley said. "That's almost as cute as you are. Can I have one, too?" Then you cut up the burned pancake and made a much less cute looking dinosaur while he laughed the whole time. "Thanks. That's exactly how I wanted it."

"You're welcome," you told him with a smirk as you took some of the good pancakes for yourself. He guided you over to the table with all of the plates of breakfast, and Noah abandoned his book while he clapped his hands.

"Thank you, Mommy," he said as he shoved some strawberries into his mouth.

Then Bradley guided you down onto his lap and held you while you ate. "It's good to be home. When you're done eating, I want you to get back in bed and wait for me," he whispered, tracing your side gently with his fingers while he stuck his fork into his burnt dinosaur pancake.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you said softly. "We can't do that. Not for a few more weeks. The doctors said my uterus has to thicken a bit more, and I-"

"Baby," Bradley said a little louder. "No. Don't apologize. I don't care about that. I want you to rest, but I also want to show you the books I bought in Tokyo."

You looked at him over your shoulder, and he kissed your cheek. "I want you to know that I did miss you that way, too."

"I missed you in every way imaginable, Princess."

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Bradley ended up carefully carrying you to bed as you yawned, and he promised to clean up the kitchen and get things ready for Halloween.

"I want you to relax," he said for at least the tenth time as he dug around in his still unpacked duffle bag. "I'll take Noah out to buy some pumpkins in a little bit, and I'll leave you a sandwich in the fridge that you can eat when you want it. But in the meantime, look how cool these are."

He sat on the edge of the bed next to your thigh and handed you a stack of Japanese children's books. You smiled and looked at the covers. They ranged from some meant for a baby to ones that Noah would be interested in when he started school. "You were really thinking about your family the whole time, huh?"

"Every second I was gone," he promised, leaning down to kiss you. He would take care of everything, and Nat promised she'd come back later, and you really did almost feel like you could relax. But you still felt a little guilty even as he ran his lips and mustache along your cheek to your ear and whispered your name.

"You must be exhausted and jetlagged," you told him. "You're the one who should be resting."

He just shook his head, kissed you one more time and said, "I'll call Nat if I need her. Otherwise, I'm perfect because I'm with you. Rest."

Then he was gone, and you drifted off into the kind of beautiful sleep where you didn't have to worry about what time it was or when Noah needed to eat again. When you woke up after noon to a completely silent house, you ate your sandwich and then went right back to bed. Eventually Noah's laughter and the warm afternoon light that seemed impossible to sleep through had you out of bed again, but when you looked around the house, you didn't see anyone. The back door was open, and when you went into the kitchen, you saw Bradley and Noah carving pumpkins on the deck.

You walked outside in the random clothing you'd been sleeping in, and as soon as the sun hit your face, you didn't feel as exhausted anymore. "Mommy's up!" Noah cheered, jumping up to hug you with his slimy, orange hands. 

"Don't touch her until you wash your hands, Bub," Bradley called out with a grimace. "Too late."

"It's okay," you told him, kissing the top of Noah's head. "Are you happy Daddy made it home in time for Halloween?"

He looked up at you with a little crease along his brow. "I knew he would. That's why we bought him a costume."

"Speaking of which," Bradley said as he kissed your cheek without putting his messy hands on you, "it's almost time to get changed to go collect candy."

"And ride in the wagon!" Noah exclaimed.

"What wagon?" you asked.

"You'll see," Bradley replied with a little smirk. 

After a leisurely shower during which you didn't have to worry about anything except yourself, you dressed in your princess costume that you and Noah picked out from the Halloween warehouse and put on some makeup. Then you added your brand new crown, and you thought you looked pretty incredible. When you walked out to the living room and saw Noah dressed as a little prince, your heart melted. 

"Sweet Noah," you gushed as he held onto his treat bag, all ready to go. He was wearing his yellow paper crown that Bradley managed to procure from some unknown spot in the house, and he just looked precious. 

"I like your crown, Mommy," he said, pointing to the gold one you were wearing.

You smiled. "I like my purple paper crown better."

"Don't laugh." You turned to see Bradley standing behind you in his rather ill fitting knight costume. It kind of looked like he was wearing aluminum foil that was a size too small, but he had a smile on his face, and his costume crinkled when you hugged him. "Hey, Mav and Penny are planning to stop by to take some photos with Noah, but if you want me to call them back and tell them we just want a quiet evening, I can do that."

You shook your head against his crunchy costume as you laughed. "We should tell them about the baby when they get here."

"Yeah?" he asked excitedly. "You want to?"

"I mean, Nat and Javy know. Dr. Kelly knows. I think Mav and Penny should know now, too."

"I love this idea," he whispered, letting his fingers gently glide along the front of your dress. "You're feeling better now?"

You nodded, but Noah didn't really let you answer before he started clapping as he looked out the front door. "Aunt Natasha is back!" 

She walked in dressed as a jester and picked Noah up to give him a kiss. A minute later, Maverick, Penny and Amelia were all there as well, and phones were being passed around along with Noah, because everyone wanted their picture with the tiny prince. 

"Okay, let me take one of everyone in front of the pumpkins on the porch," Bradley said as he collected a few phones in his hands and headed outside. He smirked at you as he added, "Everyone needs to squeeze together a little bit more. Make sure both of my kids are in there."

"Both?" Penny asked before she gasped, and the first photo Bradley took was of her turning to look at you with wide eyes. "Both?!"

"I'm pregnant," you announced with a smile, and the second photo Bradley took was of everyone else with wide eyes, too. And he snapped a few more where Nat was holding Noah with a grin on her face while the others all hugged you.

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After a brief argument on your end, Bradley managed to get you and Noah both settled into the oversized wagon he bought earlier this afternoon. Then he clipped Skittles' leash on before attaching her tiny crown to her head. "There we go. The royal family is now complete."

"Have fun!" Nat called out, waving from the front porch with the bowl of candy, already crowded with neighborhood kids looking for their treats. 

"I don't need to be pulled in a wagon all night," you protested as Bradley scoffed.

"What kind of knight would I be if I wasn't doting on the two of you." Skittles barked, so he added, "I meant the three of you."

"Four," you said, pointing to your belly as he pulled the wagon down the driveway. 

"My point is," he said loudly, "I will be doting on my entire family all night long, and there's nothing you can do about it. Please keep your arms and legs inside the royal carriage until we come to a complete stop."

He very dutifully pulled up to each house before lifting Noah out and taking him up to collect his piece of candy. Bradley got the chance to enjoy so many of his neighbors telling him how sweet his son looked, and he kept reminding Noah to say thank you. After about an hour, two treat bags had been filled up with candy, and you looked like you were having fun. You even started waving from the wagon at everyone you passed like a real princess would.

"This is really fun," you said, holding on to Noah as Bradley turned another corner. 

"I love Halloween!" his son shouted. 

Truthfully, it was a bit of a challenge for Bradley to pull the wagon, keep Skittles from barking at the other kids, and take Noah up to each house and back, but he wasn't about to complain. Not after everything you'd done and been through while he was in Japan. But he would sleep well tonight. That was a given. 

"I think this was the last house," Bradley said, stifling his own yawn. "Feel like chatting about our wedding on the way back home?" he asked as Noah yawned as well and settled down in the wagon with you.

It was hard to read your face in the darkness. "What do you want to chat about?" you asked softly.

"How soon will you let me marry you?"

You laughed and said, "How soon do you want to get married?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Hmm," you hummed. "Seems like that would be short notice for wedding guests."

"We don't need wedding guests," he said, and he meant it. "You still want to use our backyard?"

"Yes."

Bradley slowed down over a particularly uneven part of the sidewalk. "Are you still set on Valentine's Day?  Because I'm thinking Christmas."

"Christmas?" you repeated. "Like less than two months from now?"

Bradley pulled the wagon up the driveway past the Bronco, and of course Noah was sound asleep. As soon as he scooped his son off of your lap, Nat came rushing over from her seat on the porch. "I can get him changed and put him in bed."

He didn't argue with her, rather he handed Noah off and focused on helping you out of the wagon. "Yeah. Less than two months from now. I keep thinking about how you threw me a Christmas in July birthday party. We could have a Christmas wedding, too. And after that, we can start the adoption process."

You moaned his name as he took your hand and headed for the house. "You know the way to my heart is through Noah."

He straightened out your crown, still rather fond of your purple one which was sitting safely on his dresser. "Is that a yes?" he whispered, kissing you softly while a few remaining kids ran down the sidewalk laughing. "We can make it official? And I can take care of you forever?"

"Yes."

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Bradley helped you out of your princess costume after he stripped out of his knight costume, and his lips met the bare skin of your shoulder immediately. "I love you," he murmured, taking you by the hand and leading you toward the bed. But it didn't feel sexual. You knew that wasn't why he was being exceptionally wonderful right now.

"I love you, too."

His forehead came to rest against yours, and his hands were so gentle on your hips. "I'm just relieved to be home. And I'm sorry I wasn't here last week. If something worse had happened to you while I was gone, when you really needed me, I don't know what I would have done."

"We're all okay," you whispered, pushing him until he was sitting down on the bed looking up at you. "And I feel a lot better since I've been resting more." Your skin felt warm and tingly as he kissed you. Six weeks was a long time, and you knew Bradley hadn't even had access to all of the photos and videos on his phone to keep him company. And you did want it to feel sexual, because you missed every bit of him.

"Lay back on your pillow and wait for me," you told Bradley with a smile, using his words against him. 

He did as he was told and patted the spot next to him as he said, "Does that mean you're ready to snuggle with me?"

"Something like that, Daddy."

As soon as you licked your lips and reached for the front of his sweatpants, his eyes went wider. "No, Baby. You don't have to do that."

"I want to," you promised, pulling the fabric down to reveal his soft length. He still looked delicious even like this. You desperately wanted him in your mouth. You met his eyes and whispered, "Please?"

He was panting softly, the rise and fall of his chest so alluring even through his undershirt. He moaned your name and made a strangled sound before he reached for your hand. When he sat up slowly and kissed you gently, he placed your hand on his cock, and he immediately throbbed for you. 

As you rubbed your thumb down his length and along his balls, he grew harder. "You missed me touching you like this," you sang in a quiet voice, watching him as he watched your hand. When his eyes flitted back to your face he nodded. "Tell me you did, Bradley."

He swallowed hard, and his voice was so raspy, your hand faltered. "I missed you like this. I thought about your body when I touched myself, but my hands aren't as soft and perfect as yours."

"Daddy," you whimpered, leaning down to kiss away his precum before taking him between your lips.

But he continued on as you sucked, driving you as wild as you were driving him. "I thought about you with a pregnant belly. I thought about how much I'm going to love fucking you when you're big and round. Big because of my baby."

You took him deep, letting him tap the back of your throat as you saw stars along your vision. "Fuck! Princess! I'm not even gonna last."

Slowly, you let your lips glide back up his length, sucking all the way to his tip. "Then just go ahead and come, Daddy. I want you to."

When he collapsed back against the pillow and tucked one arm beneath his head, you took him deep again. He wasn't kidding, because you could see the veins in his neck as his face grew pink, and you knew he was already close. You didn't rush him along, but you bobbed to a pace that left him grabbing at the bedding with his free hand.

"Baby!" he whined, rolling his hips up until you were starting to gag, and then he came. You were sputtering, swallowing him down as quickly as you could as your name fell from his lips over and over again. "Come up here," he demanded, and when you crawled toward him as you licked your lips clean, he gathered you carefully in his arms.

You never felt as loved as you did when you were with him. His body was perfectly warm and everything you had been missing. His voice calmed every part of you. "December," he whispered as he played with your engagement ring. It took you a moment to realize what he meant as he kissed at your lips. "December. We'll get married. We'll all be Bradshaws. Me and you and Noah and the baby. That's all I need."

"And Skittles."

"Please. She's my best non-human friend. It's unspoken."

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When Bradley promised to meet you at your lunchtime appointment with your obstetrician on Wednesday, you were a little skeptical. 

"Even if I have to flip off Admiral Simpson and tell him to go fuck himself, I will be there."

You had laughed at the time, but you should have known he wouldn't miss a chance to interrogate your doctor in his flight suit. He stood next to you as you were told to lie back on the table for a pelvic exam, and he kept his eyes on you through the uncomfortable experience, looking down at you like you were the best thing in the world. 

"Does she need another progesterone shot today?" he asked softly as you reached for his hand. "And are you going to monitor her with more appointments? And will we get to see an ultrasound?"

"Yes, yes, and yes." Your doctor looked at you and said, "We'll monitor you more closely even after you're done with the injections. We are going to consider you high risk."

"High risk?" you gasped. "That sounds very bad."

"It's not!" he insisted as he guided you to sit up a little bit. "It just means you and the baby get extra attention."

Bradley looked the doctor in the eye and said, "She wants to go to Disneyland for a day or two. Is that even okay?"

You were ready to pout and tell both of them that you felt fine now. There had been no more blood. You were getting plenty of rest. Then he said the words you'd been hoping to hear. "Disneyland would be fine. Just don't overdo it."

"Yes!" you cheered. "Noah will be so excited! Let's go for Thanksgiving!"

Bradley opened his mouth, and you could tell he wanted to protest, but your doctor started to spread gel on your belly, and then the baby was visible on the screen on the wall when the ultrasound started up. "Oh damn," Bradley whispered, suddenly mesmerized by what he saw as he gripped your hand tighter. "Look at the heartbeat. Look at the baby."

"Does he or she look healthy?" you asked, mesmerized as well.

"Very healthy, but we will keep a close eye on things."

When Bradley walked you back to your car which was parked next to the Bronco, you pulled him to a stop. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and your scrubs rubbed gently against his flight suit. "Will you please let me plan a few days at Disneyland?"

"Two days," he replied immediately, clearly already resigned to his fate. "And you have to stay hydrated. And if you even start to look tired, I'm going to push you around in a wheelchair. And if you say anything hurts, we're leaving immediately."

"Disney!" you practically screamed as you bobbed up and down in his grasp and kissed his cheek. "I can't wait to tell Noah! I'll see you at home later, Daddy."

"I'll pick Noah up along with dinner. When I get home you better have your feet up and a glass of water in your hand."

"I will," you promised, matching his serious expression with one of your own. "I'll be very careful. And I'll plan our little vacation. And you'll take exceptional care of everything else."

"You know I will."

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We should all have a Bradley in our lives to let us rest and heal when we need to. That man is going to take care of everything and probably plan a wedding, too. Is Nat also going to Disneyland? Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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Happy Anniversary *ANGST*

Pt.2

December 4th, 2018

It’s been a few weeks since you’ve noticed.

It’s been a few weeks since you noticed how he comes home late smelling like alcohol and…. Vanilla? It’s been a few weeks since you’ve noticed how he doesn’t embrace you like he used to or hold onto the kisses longer like he used to…... you just started noticing. Which makes you think how long this was going on until you only realized a few weeks ago. You question yourself that when you realize his side of the bed is empty again this morning.

You sigh getting out of bed and starting your day as usual. You don’t have to work tonight; you took off for this day a couple of months ago with hopes of doing something today to celebrate with your husband. Today is you and Satoru’s 1st anniversary being married, and you most definitely didn’t expect to wake up not being in your lovers embrace. Trying to get rid of the negative thoughts creeping in your feet takes you into the kitchen to prepare for breakfast. Normally you wouldn’t eat breakfast but it’s not about you anymore…... you got to eat for 2 now.

Rubbing your 6-month belly you open the fridge to take out the eggs and bacon. You lick your lips and grab 2 slices of bread before putting it in the toaster. ‘Today most definitely feels like a bacon egg sandwich day’, You thought to yourself. As you’re cooking the bacon and eggs you begin to feel restless. With no calls or texts from Satoru about his whereabouts you decide to take matters in your own hand and reach for your phone to call him.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. “The number you are trying to- “

You hang up sighing feeling frustrated. You just decided to let it be and talk to him about it when he gets home. After you got done cooking your breakfast you sat down on the couch with your plate. Reaching for the remote next to you, you decided to watch tv to past time.

2:30pm

You were napping on the couch when the sound of the front door closing woke you up. Getting up from your position you walk towards the front of the house to see an empty-handed Satoru taking off his jacket looking distressed. Normally you would ask what was wrong or offer to run him bath water so he could unwind but that was the furthest thing on your mind right now.

“Where were you? I tried calling you earlier because you didn’t come home last night, and I had to wake up to my husband not being here.” You tried to keep the attitude from slipping through your voice, but you were losing patience. Satoru sighed before looking at you. He opened his mouth trying to think of a last-minute excuse but closed it when he realized he was getting tired. Tired of everything and the news he received last night wasn’t making things better.

He sat down at the kitchen table scratching his head motioning towards the seat next to him. You sat down and took his hands into yours caressing the back of his hands. He was scaring you, and the way he looks so distraught was making your anxiety run haywire. A few minutes passed like that, but you didn’t know how longer you could take sitting in this suffocating silence. So, you got up and went to the room to get your anniversary present for him.

“Um... Happy Anniversary!” you sing as you placed the present in front of him trying to lighten the mood. “You know how I am with my memory, so I want to give this to you now before I forget…...” Satoru looks from you to the present placed before him. At this point it was like talking to a roman statue. He didn’t move a muscle and his face expression was unreadable. You sat back down next to him “You don’t have to open it now I just wa- “ “She’s pregnant”

He was still looking at the present before him, his heart was drowning out his hearing and he didn’t have the courage to look at your expression. He didn’t have the courage to look at how your pain would paint your face and he didn’t have the courage to wipe the tears that was adding the final touches to the canvas. Your world went silent and all you could hear was the ringing in your ears. You felt stuck and didn’t wipe the tears that was flowing down your cheeks because you refused to believe this was real.

“What are you talking about Toru?” You asked weakly hoping this was some sort of prank or misunderstanding. You were desperate for his reassurance and love to make you feel like the past few weeks have been nothing but your imagination. But what he said next did nothing but smothered the flame your heart was trying to keep alive.

“I think I love her.” He said under his breath as he looked at you with his ocean eyes. “Utahime came back to Tokyo like 5 months ago and we reconnected. It was friendly at first, I swear it was (y/n) ….” He looked back at the present like it was calling his name and rubbed his face with his hand. “But as a few months went by we would meet up for lunch around my job or after work for a quick bite and…. I started falling for her again... I had sex with her 3 times and last night she told me she was pregnant. I think I want to be with her (y/n). I am so sorry for this… I… I also still want to be there for our child… I just can’t do this with you anymore.” He turned his attention towards you once again with an expression that made it seem like he was the one whose heart was getting put through the shredder. His blue eyes were tearing up, but he refused to let them fall knowing he didn’t deserve that right.

This was all too much for you, for you and the baby. Your breathing was starting to pick up and you could feel the baby kicking. “Satoru. What. The. Fuck.” You exasperated. “Satoru… Toru” your breathing got louder and quicker making Satoru try to reach out to you but you swat his hand away as you placed a hand on your chest trying to calm down. You got up trying to create distance between you and him. It was all too much. You never felt so betrayed in your life. You regretted 5 years wasted on a man who this whole time could be so easily swept away by a ex in only a few months. 5 years gone. Just like that.

As you’re processing this you glance at his empty ring finger and scoffed in disbelieve “Does she know you’re married? Do she know I am your wife?!” You yelled at him still breathing heavy. At this point the tears that kept flowing down was starting to irritate you. The way he’s sitting there looking like ‘Woe! Its me!’ was starting to irritate you. The thought of you wasting 5 years, going through the process of getting married, and getting pregnant by a weak-minded man was starting to irritate you. He nodded avoiding eye contact as usual.

You went silent. You didn’t want to hear anymore. You didn’t want to feel anything anymore. The tears came to a stop, but your heart was still weeping. His phone started ringing and you could see her name in bold font. You could see the way he twitched almost like he was stopping a reflex to answer it immediately. You took off the metal that was burning your ring finger and dropped it to your side.

“You’ve made your choice right? Go to her, she might need you right now.”

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[xox-little-troublemaker-xox]

Did you miss us?

Pairings: Wanda x reader , Natasha x reader , yelena x reader

Words: 1,319

Warnings: 18+ Dark Themes, blood,knife kink ,magic use, restraints,Cheating, slight CNC, Use of Toys, Mommy/Daddy Kink, Orgasm Control?, Strap On Sex, Oral (R,W,N receiving) Semi public Sex, Kidnapping? Language Warning , Dom! WandaNat, Sub! Reader …… if missed any let me know

This is my first ever time writing a fic so I’m sorry if bad or terribly written I also terrible at proof reading so I’m sorry for any spelling mistake or grammatical errors forgive me please . Also would like to give thanks and credit to @yelenasdiary for helping with this

I woke up from a cozy nap on the sofa with my beautiful girlfriend Yelena , her arms wrapped round my waist she was still peacefully sleeping . So I carefully wiggled out of her grasp and replaced myself with pillow so I wouldn’t disturb her sleep and decided I would go out on nightly walk while she sleeps I went up stairs and got dressed and headed for the front door.

The crisp cold weather hit me like a slap in the face as I made my way to forest. Walking in the dark gloomy woods during winter sounded like great Idea till I found myself being thrown on the ground head hitting one the massive tree roots. I got up trying to see what just happened with throbbing pain coursing through my veins up to point of impact of my head vision slightly blurred. For as far as my fuzzy head could see there was nothing so I tried walking back to try get some help so I could get to a hospital. each step I took I could hear the echoing sound of another this caused panic to hit me like a brick and trying to move as quick as possible but also as quite as possible so I could to not alert the other person in the forest of my where bouts.

I got to point where I could see specks of light and roads poking through the trees, I got excited and celebrated in my head that I was so close to safety. just as I was about to get through the last of the trees , I was grabbed by my legs and dragged back. I must have hit my head again because when I opened my eyes, I was tied to a tree blood slightly pouring out over the ropes I could hear the sound of crackling fire behind me. I turned my head as far as I could to see a roaring bright orange fire inching towards me that's when it hit the smell of petrol around me it was extremely potent right where the ropes were tied round me. As much as it hurt me, I moved as much as I could to try and escape but the more I moved the more friction I was creating between the tree and the rope.

The rope set on fire due to the friction I was creating which burned some of the rope causing it to rip a part and me being able to slowly wriggle my way out the ropes and fall to floor due to my body being so weak from exhaustion and blood loss. As I was getting up from the ground I got lifted up and thrown back into the the tree. The weird thing is I couldn’t see no one anywhere that’s when I realised the red that was swirling round my waist “ Wanda” I tried to scream with most the energy I had left in my body that’s when I heard two faint sadistic laughs in the distance heading towards me I couldn’t figure out who the second person was till a familiar knife came flying towards my head it just skimmed the side of my face that’s when I look and realised it’s one Natasha signature knives .

That’s when the pair came into my eye view. I was bought to the floor still being restricted by Wanda magic. After sitting there unable to move while they talked for what felt like forever they approached me Natasha spoke first “hi y/n my love” said in a sickly sweet tone Wanda spoke next “we missed you” Natasha approaches me bringing a knife to my throat and whispers in my ear and says “did you miss us kotenok” I’d be lying if I said that didn’t send heat straight to my core . She licked and nibbled my ear and my face Betrayed me it’s was flushed bright red I could feel the smirk plastered on her face . She began kissing my neck and said “tell me you don’t want us and I will stop” when I didn’t respond she bit my neck slightly causing me to moan and scream “ YES PLEASE DON’T STOP” that’s when I found my self flipped on to my back my clothes magicked of by Wanda and Natasha eating me out as If I was her last meal I could see Wanda slowly massaging her clit to the display in front of her seeing her like that turned me on more .

In between moans I begged for Natasha to keep going and Wanda to come over “ Wanda please” but my pls fell on deaf ears “that’s not my name kotenok” I knew what she wanted to hear and it wasn’t till Natasha sucked my clit harshly that I ended up giving in “ MOMMY PLEASE” this was like music to Wanda ears because that’s when she sat her self on my face and said “ you don’t get to cum till I do “ I begin bucking my hips against Natasha face and she can tell I’m getting close so she stops completely and the whine I let out into Wanda pussy earned me a slapped to the thigh from Natasha “ mommy said no cumming till she does so none of that get back to work” she said as i now feel her on my thigh she started riding my thigh spreading her wetness. I was going whine again till I felt her shove 2 fingers into my tight hole causing me to flex my thigh arch my back and moan send vibrations through Wanda which ended in Natasha to moan as well and Wanda to cum on my tongue “OH GOOD FUCKING GIRL” Wanda screamed.

Wanda climbed off my face only to magic her favourite vibe to and strap it against my clit. Natasha got off my thigh and took Wanda original space on my face. With Natasha on my face I couldn’t see what wanda was doing , she hadn’t turned the vibe on so I was suspicious to what she was going to do was I just going to be left on the edge?! Of the blissful finish line I was waiting to go over . I had all these silent questions till I felt something poking at my entrance then entering me. I knew just by the feeling it was Wandas favourite strap, she ended up bottoming me out which caused me to moan loud sending vibrations into Natasha. When she felt I had enough time to adjust she turned the vibe on and began to thrust into me at an unforgiving peace I didn’t take me long to be right at the edge again moaning away into Natasha pussy causing her to fall over the edge.

Natasha climbed of me and began using her knife to lighting carve the initials N and W into my stomach this turned me on so much more adding to my arousal . With the vibrations and wanda brutal peace I was getting lost in pleasure and they both could tell I was close with the arching my back they simultaneously said “ cum for us pretty girl” and with that I let go. After I had cummed Wanda used her magic to clean us all up and clothe us all. I tried to get up but my legs were like jelly Natasha saw this and laughed “mommy fuck you that good?” She said with smirk plastered on her face . I eye rolled her at that comment and with full attitude said “whatever” that was a mistake on my part because I was then thrown over her shoulder and she spanked me and said “what was that slut had something to say” I stayed quiet after that I knew better then to speak up again.

@whorecollector69 here’s your fic

[goddess-aelin]

Feels Like Home

For @backtobl4ck for the Rowaelin Yulemas celebration/ Secret Santa. For the second year in a row, I once again had the pleasure to write something for Maria! I was so excited when I found out I had you because we both loveeeee fluff and friends to lovers. So I hope you love this little gift and have a very happy Yulemas :) @rowaelinscourt

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Word Count: 4k

Warnings: none!

Her hands were everywhere. Her lips touched his softly as she breathily moaned at his ministrations between her thighs. Silky blonde locks brushed his face as he made his way down the side of her neck. He never tasted anything so sweet, so right. “Rowan. Rowan. Rowan.” Her voice got louder and louder as he laid her back on the cushions of his couch, muscles straining to reign in all the things he wanted to do to her. He had to do this right. Move slowly. This thing between them was as precious as the sun’s warmth. “Rowan. Ro.” Her voice changed cadence, suddenly closer and louder. “Ro!” 

A stinging sensation against his cheek woke him. Like lighting, he shot up, catching the arm of the person who slapped him. Once he registered where he was and what was happening, the first thing he noticed were the depthless blue and gold eyes of his best friend. His best friend. Aelin. Who he was in the middle of having a sex dream about.

Rowan could feel his face flush as he became more aware of his surroundings. He silently thanked the Gods that he chose to cover himself with a blanket for this particular nap. Otherwise, it would’ve been painfully obvious just exactly what he had been dreaming about. 

“Must’ve been some dream, huh? Since you didn’t wake up the first twenty times I called your name.” Aelin raised an eyebrow. “Sorry for the slap, though. I just didn’t know how else to wake you up.” Aelin gave him a devious smile. 

Rowan rubbed at the still stinging area on his left cheek. The good thing was that the slap hid any blush that might’ve remained on his face. “Sure you are, Fireheart.” She pouted slightly, giving him her best “but I’m innocent” look. “Wait, how did you even get in here?”

“You gave me a key, remember?”

“Yeah, for emergencies. Not to barge into my house at…” He checked his phone. “4:35pm on a Thursday afternoon.”

“This is an emergency, Ro.” 

He raised an eyebrow and silently commanded, explain.

“Well ok…you see, I have this cousin. His name is Galan. Well he’s sort of my cousin but he’s also not. Not in the sense that Aedion is my cousin. But he’s still sort of close family, ya know? And I got the invite a few weeks back and I hoped that I could find a date but I haven’t yet and I just really think that maybe it would be a fun time and there’s going to be good food-”

“Hold on. What the fuck are you talking about?” Rowan couldn’t keep the humor and huff of laughter out of his voice. Aelin tended to ramble when she was nervous. So obviously this was something she was nervous about. He gently took her hand. “Start again and take a deep breath this time.”

For once, she listened to him. After inhaling and exhaling deeply, she tried again. “My cousin, Galan. He’s getting married and I have a plus one. I can’t go alone because my mother will have a fit and that will make her and my aunts scheme like hell to set me up with one of the groomsmen. But I 100% do not want that. I know Galan’s friends and they’re all dumbasses. I love my cousin, but his groomsmen all make really stupid, idiotic decisions. So no, thank you. So I guess my question is, will you go with me? As my plus one?” 

Rowan took a moment to process the information. What are the odds that he would have a sex dream about his best friend right before she asked him to be her plus one to a wedding? He was treading dangerous territory and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

He must’ve taken too long to answer because Aelin hastily said, “As friends, of course. And you’d get free food, booze, and a night of dancing. You get to dress up, which I know you hate but it’ll be fun! Plus, you’ll get to have the most beautiful, amazing, graceful date on your arm.” 

That shocked him out of his stupor. Rowan let out a cackle. “Modest, aren’t you?” 

“Modesty is my middle name.” 

Rowan hummed in mock agreement. “Yeah, I’ll go with you. It’ll be fun. A night away, drinking, eating great food, and getting to watch the bridal party get increasingly drunk as the night goes on? I’m in.” 

Aelin beamed but quickly bit her lip. He knew her too well to know that it wasn’t just a nervous tick. There was something else. Rowan narrowed his eyes.

“It’s also like five hours away in Varese so we need to rent a hotel for the night.” She looked apprehensive, as if this new information was going to make him change his mind and say no. 

“O..kay? We’ve been on vacations together before, Fireheart. What’s different this time?” 

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I just know you don’t like being the center of attention and I know that my mom and my aunts are going to be all over you like vultures. So I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into before saying yes.”

Rowan shrugged. “How bad can it be?”

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Bad. The answer to his question from a few weeks ago was just that: it could be bad.  The date of the wedding crept up steadily, he and Aelin hammering out the details of their stay in Varese. Aelin, of course, insisted on coordinating colors for their outfits, which is how he found himself standing at the base of the stairs in the grand ballroom attached to their hotel in a black tux and emerald green bowtie, talking with Aedion while waiting for the two ladies to make their grand entrance. Aelin insisted on the emerald green to match his eyes. He really didn’t care either way, he just hoped he was able to reign in his budding feelings when he saw Aelin in what just so happened to be his favorite color. And that if he somehow did accidentally let some of his feelings show, that it wouldn’t make it awkward for when they got back to their hotel room.

Oh right, that. The other predicament he was in. 

Once he and Aelin arrived at the hotel that morning, they were surprised to find that not only did their room only have one bed, it also had one of the most romantic views of Varese, overlooking the river that flowed through the center of the city and its beautiful architecture. Aelin was quick to insist that she had nothing to do with this and that she ordered a double room. At the time, the wedding was only a few hours away and Aelin shoved him out of their room towards Aedion and Lysandra’s across the hall, stating that she needed to get ready and she couldn’t have his broody self in the room while she was doing so. So he and Lysandra had switched places, Aelin assuring him that they’d remedy the bed situation later. 

He and Aedion took a whopping total of ten minutes to get ready in comparison to Aelin and Lysandra’s two hours. Rowan’s foot started tapping of its own accord as the time ticked closer to the ceremony. If Aelin didn’t hurry her ass up- albeit her very, very nice ass- they were going to be late. 

He was cut off from his thoughts by the two sets of clacking heels on the marbled floor coming from the top of the stairs. It took one look at the thigh slit of Aelin’s dress for his mouth to dry up. Another glance at the way it hugged her hips for his body to go wholly still. And one final glance to her beautiful, glowing face for him to black out completely. 

He must’ve actually blacked out since, in what felt like a single moment, Aelin was standing right in front of him. Her emerald green dress matched his bowtie perfectly, of course, the gold accent of her minimal jewelry complimenting her eyes. She didn’t need baubles and gems to make her sparkle. She, just as she was now, was an ethereal being, glowing from an internal, unseen star. 

Rowan tried so hard; so, so, incredibly hard to will his mind to say something, anything. And yet, words escaped him. How could he ever put into words how beautiful she was, how much she meant to him? As saliva started making its way into the dry desert that was his mouth, all he could manage was a “Holy shit.”

Aelin’s laugh was like twinkling bells in his ear. “Back at ya, Buzzard. You look…very handsome.”

Was it just his imagination or did she sound…breathless? He couldn’t help but become aware of every place her eyes drifted to, like they were emitting invisible fire and burning him everywhere. His hand subconsciously came up to rub at the back of his hair, trying to smooth out anything that was out of place. “You’re being sarcastic, aren’t you?” He managed a small smirk. Or, he hoped he did.

Aelin’s eyes continued their unhurried perusal, mouth parting slightly and hand coming up to grab his own to stop him from messing up his hair even more. “No,” she breathed, “For once in my life, I’m not. I Promise.” Rowan could see her swallow hard.

Rowan had to take a deep gulp of air, otherwise he was sure he was going to pass out. Somewhere, deep inside of him, some air of confidence kicked in and gracefully allowed him to offer his arm for Aelin to take. Gently, she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow, both of them silently making their way to the doors where the ceremony would be held. As they neared the room, Rowan purposefully slowed them down, falling behind Aedion and Lysandra. “Fireheart,” he whispered. “You look…you look stunning. It’s what I wanted to say earlier but I couldn’t find the words.”

Rowan could have sworn a blush overtook her face. But she beamed up at him, giving him a sweet, shy smile. 

“Thank you.” He could feel more than see her sharp intake of breath. A breath to recenter and refocus. “Well, shall we, Buzzard?” Rowan nodded and steered them once again to the doors.  

An hour later, the ceremony was over and Rowan’s stomach was rumbling. Loudly. Seated next to Aelin, he knew she could hear it and she continued to sneak glances and little smirks at him. The hunger he could deal with. The sly glances from Aelin? Not so much. She had been driving him insane since she floated down those stairs and it was slowly but surely causing him to lose his cool. That would be if he ever had it in the first place.

And as the night went on, the torture only continued. Throughout dinner, her arm would brush his as she turned to talk to Lysandra next to her, her leg would tap against his own when she told a joke, and she would find any excuse to touch him as often as she could. In normal circumstances, he wouldn’t mind. But they were here as friends. And these touches were making him want much, much more than that. 

The only time he felt like he could breathe was when Aelin got up to dance with Lysandra to an upbeat pop song, leaving Rowan and Aedion sitting alone at their table to chat. Rowan had a few drinks already but he was nowhere near drunk. A nice buzz was flowing through him but he was still very much so in control of his actions.

At least, that’s what he thought until Aedion cleared his throat. Rowan broke his stare from Aelin’s sensuous dancing. Did she even know what she looked like to him? How much she was torturing him just by being herself? He wasn’t sure if she was aware. But Aedion sure as hell was. 

The blonde man gave him a knowing look and raised an eyebrow. Rowan just rolled his eyes and allowed his gaze to maneuver back to Aelin. He caught the moment when she threw her head back and laughed, the sound making his bones feel like they were both on fire and also a pile of mush. It was a feeling that he was unaccustomed to, having only felt anything of the sort with his high school girlfriend. But if that feeling was a good one, this one made him feel like he was flying. Made him feel a need so deep that he wasn’t sure he would ever recover. He needed every inch of her. Not only her body, but her soul, her smiles, her laughter, her tears. He wanted everything.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. 

Beside him, Aedion chuckled. “You’re only now just realizing it?”

Rowan could do nothing but stare at the table, knowing that if he looked at Aedion, his secretly harbored feelings would be completely out in the open for the other man to see. And if he looked up at Aelin, the same outcome. So yeah, he was fucked. 

“I know you’re having a complete crisis over being in love with her but I’m glad you finally figured it out. Took you long enough.” 

That made Rowan look toward the man sitting next to him, brows furrowed. 

“Yeah, we’ve all known this for ages. I feel like it was obvious to anyone with eyes, to be completely honest. Some of us even have a bet on how long it’ll take for you two to finally admit that you’re in love with each other.” 

  Rowan made to open his mouth with a denial but Aedion held up a hand. “Nope, dude. Save the bullshit. I know just by looking at you that you’re so far gone for her, it’s unreal. And I know that Aelin has never been as happy as when she’s with you. She never laughed this freely until she met you.” Aedion let out a small huff of breath. “You have my blessing.” 

Rowan just repeated his earlier statement. “Fuck.” 

Their conversation was interrupted by a breathless Aelin sitting in the seat to Aedion’s right, where she promptly picked up the half-full glass of wine and chugged it. 

“So what are you boys gossiping about over here that has poor Whitethorn all red in the face?”

Internally, Rowan was panicking. Aedion opened his mouth to say something that Rowan was sure to be snarky but before he could, Rowan blurted out, “birds!” 

The corners of Aelin’s mouth quirked up slightly. “Birds…?” Rowan could tell that she didn’t fully believe him but luckily, Aelin was already half drunk. He hoped she would just let it go. 

The first mistake Rowan made was making eye contact with her. She always had an uncanny ability to read him like an open book, despite most people not understanding him. As she narrowed her eyes, the part of their souls that has always been intertwined translated for him, as if to say, I don’t believe you and think you’re full of shit, Buzzard.

So Rowan sent his own thoughts back, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fireheart. 

The second mistake was continuing to hold her gaze. Not because he gave anything away to her but rather because it prompted the man sitting in between them to throw his hands in the air and exclaim, “Oh no. Oh helllll no. This isn’t happening right in front of me.” Aedion quickly shoved his chair away from the table and got up to leave. Before walking away completely, he turned around and pointed right at the two of them. “I’m tired of this bullshit. You guys need to get it together and just fucking make out already. Gods.” And with his piece said, Aedion stalked away, directly to the bar where he knocked back a shot immediately. 

Rowan turned back to Aelin, whose eyes were wide and brows furrowed. 

“Umm, what just happened?”

The only thing Rowan could do was shrug. He sure as hell wasn’t going to lie to her but he wasn’t sure that he could outright confess his feelings, either. He was saved from deciding by the transition to a slower song, one he knew Aelin liked. As he looked back over at her, her eyes had drifted closed and her shoulders were swaying slightly, moving along to the lilting melody of the song. 

Rowan shoved his chair away from the table, extending his hand toward her. Blue eyes met his own and held his gaze with an intensity that could’ve set him on fire. “Dance with me, Fireheart.”

Aelin managed a small smile and took his hand, following him to the dance floor where Lysandra and Aedion and her parents were already coupled up and swaying back and forth. He gently guided her hand to rest at his shoulder, laying his own on her waist, and cradling her other to his chest. 

Looking down at her, he felt like he could do this forever. Her bright teal eyes were hazed with alcohol and something else, as if she felt content, safe. Slowly, she tilted her head so it rested on his chest. Of their own accord, Rowan’s lips gently placed a kiss to her hair, inhaling her sweet lemon verbena and lavender scent. Aelin always smelled so good. So…comforting. Like home.

Through the haze of their otherworldly bubble, Aelin murmured something. 

“Hmm?” he asked.

Pulling her head back, she answered him, “I said ‘are you going to tell me what that was back there at the table? With Aedion?”

He tensed, Aelin tensing along with him. “It was nothing, Aelin.”

She raised an eyebrow in protest. He knew she was disappointed. She could tell he was lying through his teeth. “It obviously wasn’t nothing. Just tell me. Did my mom say something? She and my aunts have been watching us all night like hawks.”

“Really, Fireheart...I…It’s nothing. Everything’s good.” He gave her a tight smile, hoping she would let it go and they could go back into their bubble. But, of course, this was Aelin. She tensed even further, pulling her hand off of his shoulder and making to pull away from him completely. But before she could walk away from him, he grabbed her hand and as gently as he could, pulled her back toward him. She was caught off guard, Rowan could easily tell that much. 

He slowly began to sway them back and forth again. Not caring about the eyes on them, he murmured “I’m not good at this.”

Aelin’s brows furrowed together. “At what?”

Rowan’s shoulders shrugged up and down of their own accord. “This. Talking about…about my feelings.”

Aelin’s head tilted in that way of hers that told him she was thinking. “And what about your feelings are you having a hard time with?”

“I’m not having a hard time with my feelings, I just…I can’t–” Rowan sighed. “For fuck’s sake.” It was at that moment, when Aelin was looking up at him with her eyes that could see everything, her beautiful mind that could work out any problem, that he grabbed her face. “Aelin–I love you. I’m in love with you.” Rowan felt as if his heart was going to beat out of his chest, his breathing so ragged as he waited in anticipation for what she would say back. But the answer didn’t come after a few seconds. And then it didn’t come after a few more. Aelin just stood there, wide-eyed and mouth opening and closing as if she couldn’t find the words, either. And bit-by-bit, Rowan was beginning to give up hope. 

   Slowly, he loosened his grip on her face, meaning to step back and give her space. But before he could pull away completely, Aelin threw her arms around his neck, dragging his head down forcefully and attaching her lips to his own. If he was being honest, it was probably the least romantic kiss he’d ever experienced but it didn’t matter one bit because it was Aelin. 

The kiss was over before it started and Aelin pulled back slightly. Just enough to murmur, “I love you, too, Buzzard.” 

He couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face. Properly this time, he held her face between his hands and brought her mouth back to his. This kiss was entirely different from the first. Gone was the urgency and desperation and in its place was genuine love and devotion. Would he ever get enough of this? He could’ve died in her kiss a happy man right at that moment. But he hoped that he would get many more chances to experience Aelin in all her glory.

Cheers and clapping broke them out of their reverie, startling them both back into reality. Rowan assumed it was cheering for Galan and his wife but as Rowan’s gaze roamed over the crowd, they all seemed to be watching…him. Aelin’s mother was at the head of her sisters, all five of the Ashryver sisters looking toward him and Aelin. All with smirks on their face. He could’ve sworn he heard a few swoony sighs as he and Aelin made their way back to their seats, faces aflame. 

Once seated, Aelin leaned in close, putting her hand dangerously high on his thigh. “Well, I’d say it’s not such a bad thing that our room only has one bed, wouldn’t you Buzzard?” 

Rowan narrowed his eyes. “Did you plan this, Fireheart?” 

Aelin shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. Who could ever know.” Rowan pinched her side, making her giggle. “I will say, though, that my wheels might have started turning the moment I walked in on you having a nice little smutty dream about me.”

Rowan gaped. “Wh-what?!”

Aelin shot him an answering smirk. “Oh yeah, did you think I didn’t know? You were literally moaning my name in your sleep. How else was I supposed to take that? Unless there’s another Aelin in your life, which, if that’s the case, excuse me, I’ll let you two be alone.” She feigned getting up from the table but he pulled her right back down, bringing her face close to his. 

“And so what if I was, Fireheart?” He murmured in her ear. He both saw and felt the shiver that made its way down her body. 

“Then, Buzzard, I’d say its a very good thing that our room has a king bed.” While his blood heated at her promise, he couldn’t help but think that this was the start of something amazing. Something that felt like home.

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[ruvastuon]

Happy Birthday

Thanks for the prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial !

Couldn't resist writing a birthday song story with this prompt.

It's a little story from Hati's past. A very memorable birthday and very defining moment in his life.

Warnings: violence, tragedy, death, depictions of violence, trauma, survivors guilt.

He’d woken up from his nap to the sound of hushed excitement from the kitchen.

‘Mom?’

She’d turned to him bursting with excitement, presenting a cake just like the one he’d dreamed of, candles lit perfectly and everything.

‘I’m sorry if I woke you up, honey. I was just too excited to celebrate my little man’s birthday! I know it’s not the same with dad gone, but we can still have fun!’

She was sure they would, and that was enough for him. Would it taste as good as he’d dreamed? Haiti’s eyes sparkled in anticipation as his mother took a deep breath to sing.

“Happy Birthday to you…”

Within moments of the explosion, his mother stood over him. Her face was covered in blood, but her eyes were lucid, unlike the others. She could be saved? A smile flickered across her cracked lips as she knelt before him with a damaged paper package in her trembling hands.

‘I know we didn’t get to eat cake yet, but I wanted to give you your gift a bit early this year.’

He saw her smile and knew that he would make it through this somehow, his mother wouldn’t smile like that if there was no way out, he’d seen what it looked like when she gave up after all, and she was even taking the time to give him his birthday gift.

“Happy Birthday to you…”

’You got something extra special this year my sweet’

The forest green cap in her hands seemed to emirate a strange radiance that he couldn’t understand, but whatever it was, Hati was sure that it was special; no there was no doubt that this gift was extra special just like his mother had said.

‘As long as you wear it, the tech witches won’t ever be able to find you!’

She placed it firmly on his head and kissed his cheek warmly.

‘I love you Hati, never forget that.’

“Happy Birthday, my Baby…”

The sky burned as rays of weaponized light reigning down from above. Hati watched family and friends alike, burning under the scorching beams, but he stayed still as a statue, holding the cap to his head tightly. His face burned as tears rolled down his cheeks in silent lament. They never found him, like his mother had said, but he’d never stopped running just in case.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

Hati woke up in a panic while clutching the worn fabric of his cap until his fingers turned white and he couldn’t feel them anymore. Curling into a ball, he tried to make himself as small as he could. No one would find him then. His mothers voice still echoed through his ears as Hati cried himself to sleep like he’d done every year after escaping that hell.

[simpforchuchu]

Birthday Surprise | Platonic!Oya Boys x Oya!FemReader!reader 4

a/n: Hello! I really love this serie so much and wanted to write a cute fluffy part 🤗 Hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Other parts

* Oya students were hanging out together in the roof. Y/n was taking a nap, leaning on Nakaoka's shoulder. She woke up when the alarm she set to avoid missing the bus, turned off the alarm and rubbed her eyes.

* “Okay, I have to go now. See you guys!” She waved saying goodbye to everyone and left.

* While Tsukasa was shouting for her to be careful behind her, Nakaoka took the card he found on the seat where the young girl was sitting and showed it to everyone .

* "Isn't that y/n's school card? Should we go and give it to her?”

* Todoroki shook his head, laughing sarcastically. “You know that none of us need him."

* While they were all shaking their heads, Fujio stared at the card in the hand of the dreadlock boy. And suddenly he shouted excitedly. “Hey! Did you know that tomorrow is y/n-chan's birthday?"

* When everyone stood up and looked at the card in surprise, they saw that Fujio was right. And they started thinking about preparing a surprise party for tomorrow.

* When Yasushi and Kiyoshi said they wanted a fireworks show, Todoroki and Tsukasa immediately refused, although Fujio and NakaNaka agreed. They didn't want to burn the school down.

* Tsuji and Shibaman said they could make a cake. Even though no one trusts them, they are accepted when Shibaman says they will get help from his older sister.

* Fujio and Tsukasa said they would shop for decorations. Todoroki would buy the drinks.

* Yasushi, Kiyoshi, Jamuo, and Nakagoshi were going to go get the snacks with Motoaki.

* And everyone would secretly decorate the attic during lunch break tomorrow.

* Fujio gave Nakaoka the task of taking y/n-chan out from school and bringing her back again.

* And they were all thinking, what's the worst that could happen?

* The young girl had come to school unaware of everything. Others hid the ingredients and sent y/n to the market at noon with Nakaoka.

* It was pretty funny that she didn't really suspect anything.

* At some point, Kiyoshi was about to say the surprise, but Yasushi stopped him by kicking him.

* The decorations did not last long. A little shouting, little arguments and everything was ready.

* When Fujio called Nakaoka and told him to come here immediately and tell y/n a lie, none of them knew of Nakaoka's stupid plan.

* When the young girl ran into the roof, she was out of breath and suddenly everyone shouted.

* “Happy Birthday Y/n!”

* Fujio was staring at y/n with a whistle in his mouth. When the young girl did not respond, they all looked at her in surprise.

* After a while, they were all shocked when the young girl's eyes filled with tears. They thought they were doing something wrong.

* Everyone understood the situation when Nakaoka nervously called after her. “Y/n, it was just a joke. No one was injured.”

* Fujio approached her as Tsuji hit Nakaoka on the head for telling y/n such a ridiculous lie and scaring her.

* "We're fine y/n-chan, we just wanted to surprise you but I think we screwed up."

* Y/n wiped her eyes and tried to smile. She shrugged and shook her head

* “I…I am happy… really…” Everyone continued to stare at her in surprise. “My parents never celebrate my birthday. I… so I guess I got a little emotional.”

* All the boys looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Fujio smiled and patted the young girl's head and grinned. “We're your family too, you know that right?"

* When Y/n looked up at the others, seeing that they were all smiling at her, she smiled and nodded. They were her family.

* “It's cake time!”

* When Yasushi shouted with the cake in his hand, y/n didn't expect most of the cake to stick to her face.

* While they were all laughing, Fujio took the cake from the young girl's nose with his finger and tasted it. “Hey, not bad!”

* Y/n giggled while the others laughed and began to eat the rest of the cake.

* Y/n was happy. She loved everyone so much and they knew it.

* Oya was a sweet family and this family did not require blood ties…

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

My Essay and Fic

I finished my my essay, EEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK

It's like 3 am where I am, but I could sleep so instead I did my essay and now it is finished. YAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!1

A great weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I can go back to writing fanfiction now, hooray. After taking the weekend for a break cause words are starting to hurt my eyes (jk)

In celebration, I'm putting another already-written chapter here on Tumblr.

Chapter 3: Opportunity (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

Here's Cresent's POV of Chapter 2, also all chapters from here are set in the past until I say otherwise, so don't get all mixed up.

Notes:

I had no ideas for this chapter, so I wrote this. the songs for this chapter are Opportunity and Youngblood

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

I was out for my walk (just kidding I was going for a snack at the dining pavilion) when I suddenly heard a LOT of screaming coming from Half-blood Hill. So being the very sensible person I was. I went to check it out.

As I walked, a boy with curly red hair reached the top of the hill. He noticed Peleus, the dragon that guards the Golden Fleece and Thalia’s tree. The idiot didn’t notice a rock behind him as he backed away and came tumbling down the hill (it was hilarious and very hard not to laugh at).

At that point, I had reached the base of the hill, and he landed right in front of me, face first. When he looked up the first thing I noticed were his solid gold eyes. They had a confident shine in them, which was weird for a boy who just come rolling down a hill. His red hair fell on his face in a dorky, cute way, which I may or may not have smiled at. He had a few piercings on his ears and was wearing a black hoody with a star on the front.

It was very obvious that this guy was new, which was amazing cause I was new too, and was having trouble making friends (don’t tell Will though, I don’t want to bother him) I arrived a few weeks ago, and got claimed a while after that, a daughter of hades I was apparently. I had a whole cabin to myself, with not a single sign of anyone else.

I was also introverted and autistic, so human (or is it demigod) interactions didn’t come that easily to me. I wanted someone to hang out with and talk to, but getting out there was always so hard, especially after what happened last time. Anyways, the new guy started to get up but instantly fell back down. His ankle seemed to be broken, and we weren’t necessarily close to the infirmary.

So I decided that as my one good deed of the day, I used the nearest shadow to send him to the infirmary, causing me to be fatigued. I knew that Will would be in the infirmary and knew it was probably me who sent the new guy there, so I wasn’t that worried, also new guy would probably pass out, so no worrying about him panicking. I went back to my snack quest before heading to my cabin for a well-earned rest.

When I woke up from my quick nap, I found a kit Kat waiting for me on the nightstand, because Will knew me too well, and a glass of water. I took the food and headed out, wanting to check on my buddy in the infirmary.

I reached the infirmary and heard voices inside. “He’s awake, yes. Ok Cresent, you only have one shot of this. DON’T. MESS. UP”  While I was giving my little motivation speech in my head, Will came over and opened the door, because only Will could have such bad timing. I tried to act like I was about to open the door on my own and walked through. “Ok, fingers crossed”

“Hey, I just wanted to check in on the new guy” I said trying to stay calm and collected.

“Hi, I’m over here, and I have a name, by the way.” So he thinks he’s funny. No problem, I can fix that.

“Ya, well I can’t exactly ask if the person is passed out, now can I.”

“Ok, I guess you’re right, I’m Quinn, Quinn Mechai, and you?” Shocked Will didn’t mention me already but fine. “Also they have a cool name”

“Cresent Solace, what does your name mean?" Can you blame me for asking, it's a nice name and I would like to know what it means.

"Victory or victorious in Thai." He's foreign too, today keeps getting better.

"Cool, nice to meet you, Victory. Now, if you’re feeling better, would you like a tour of camp?” “Smooth Cres, smooth”

“I’d love that, thanks” “Yesssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Quinn got out of his cot and followed me out of the infirmary. I couldn’t think of any place I’d rather be.

I think this is one of my fav chapters, now here is my essay for any idiots who would want to read it

From Crisis to Clarity: How access to clean water improves lives. 

Clean water is important for many things. It is a must for our survival, as it used in multiple aspects of our lives. We use it for keeping ourselves clean and healthy. While this is the case, a large population of people do not have access to clean water. A lot of people could be healthier and lead better lives with our help, and here is how.

How does clean water improve our lives?

Clean water has multiple benefits. It keeps us healthy and hydrated. Clean water keeps us clean as well. We use it to cook, clean ourselves and drinking. If we only had contaminated water, We would all be sick and obviously less capable to do different tasks.

Everyday, we use clean water to hydrate ourselves, making sure we can still commit to all our daily tasks with ease. We use it to cook food, to give us nutrition and energy for our bodies to use. We use it to wash ourselves, making sure we look and smell our best. Clean water is important for many reason, this just listing a few.

What about the rest?

Not everyone has access to clean water. Even though there is a large population that does have access, many people don’t and are at risk of getting diseases that could easily be avoided if they had clean water. Contaminated water collected form unsupervised wells, springs, lakes, ponds, etc., can cause great illness if not cleansed properly, which in most cases, is not. 

In some cases, clean water is available, but not necessarily accessible. People have to travel far distances to collect the water, and then come back to their homes. This isn’t a sustainable way to live, going back and forth for such a basic necessity. According to the WHO, this happens “not only between rural and urban areas but also in towns and cities where people living in low-income, informal or illegal settlements usually have less access to improved sources of drinking-water than other residents.” leading to people searching for anything in the would suffice, even if it is unsanitary.

Some of these people don’t have as much of a choice as the rest of us. These people aren’t able to simple go to their kitchen and instantly get a cup of water, clean water. As many things are, it is more complicated than that. It is up to us to come up with ways to help there people attain the healthier live that the rest of us can already.

How can we help?

Water is a truly sacred thing. It should also be available and accessible to everyone. Some ways we can help other communities access clean water is donating into creating better water-cleaning facilities and educating these people on the better ways they can clean their water, so we can all be lovely and healthy.

Conclusion

In conclusion, clean water is a very important asset in our lives and it is upon us, the more fortunate people to share it with as many as we can. Water is crucial for our survival, and with our contributions and teachings, far more people will be able to access it. Everyone should be clean, it’s possible and with our help it will happen.

This is my longest post for sure, if you made it this far, here is a cookie 🍪🥠🏺

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@massiveladycat @biggestqiblifan (i'm only sorry for this one cause you have exams, sorry babe)

[romanarose]

Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖

How are the couples in the Leather and Lace universe celebrating? (or are they celebrating at all???)

Sorry this is so late! I hope you had a great day! Forgive my typing my laptop took a shit on me on v day so Im typing on an unfamiliar one lol

Warms my heart people still care about this universe!!!!

I have Leather and Lace Valentine’s Day special from last year!

As for the whole gang, let’s see….

This will be a brief sneak peek into the future, as canonically the universe is at abouuuttt June/julyish? There’s some creative liberty there😂

Previous day there was no Lore, and I think everyone wants lore ♥️ and by the time next v day comes, there will be no Alice and Ben will be happy with Cam so, welcome to the LaL universe Cameron!!

Mentions of addiction bulimia abuse smut

Santi and Laci

All the cutesy. Santi knows Lacina is a lover of cheesy romance so last year it was dinner. However now they have a baby. Doesn’t mean romance is dead however! After their strain over the summer Santi refuses to let Laci feel less than, esp after giving birth to Leto.

Leto is a few months old, I think approaching 6 months, and Laci has just started back at work. When she comes home, Santi has the whole dinner set up with candles and lights. Laci feels bad when she has to pause dinner to feed Leto but Santi thinks there’s nothing more beautiful than his wife breastfeeding his son. His heart is so full and happy, he couldn’t imagine a better day, even as he burps the tiny baby.

Of course, Laci isn't going to forget him either. Laci buys him the first bouquet of flowers he's gotten outside of his mom and Fatima's deaths. And, ofc, bc it's them, they make love that night. Laci is tired but they do their fav none intercourse activity and do hand stuff while making out. It always feels intimate and close.

Frankie and Jana

Just because they've been together more or less 15 years, doesn't mean Jana isn't slacking on making sure Frankie, and year and a half clear despite the stress of two children, feels loved. He's so good to her, going above and beyond during her pregnancy, finishing her doctorate, and handling both a newborn and a 3 year old. Jana was not the type of woman to congratulate a man on doing basic parenting, but christ he was amazing. Both were still on maternity leave, little Max being maybe 2 months old? Ish? Frankie would be going back to work part time soon just to keep a schedule, but would largely be a stay at home dad. She knew it wasn't easy and wanted to make sure he was so, so loved. So, under the guise of feeding Max, Jana sneaks out of the room and gets working on breakfast.

"Hi mommy, are you making me pancakes?" A sleepy Rosie toddled out in her doc McStuffins PJ's"

"Lo siento mija, did I wake you?"

"No." Rosie shook her head. Quería saludar a Max pero estaba durmiendo."

"Ah, I see. Would you like to help me cook for daddy?"

Rosie excitedly said yes, and after little bit they brought Frankie breakfast in bed. His eyes woke with a start, still protective of Jana even though she was past the 6 weeks of a c-section recovery.

"Baby, what are you-" he started to stand but as instructed Rosie ran up and pinned him down. Rosie explained the food they made while Jana got a crying Max. When all four were settled into bed, they eat together, Frankie feeding Jana as she breastfed Max. And don't you worry, once Max and Rose were down for a nap, Frankie gave Jana her Valentines Day gift. about 6 or 7 of them.

Will and Lorelei

Lore and Will had no issues giving Chloe away for a few hours.

Make no mistake, they adored their daughter, Lore loving to watch Chloe learn knew things about the world around her and Will was so wonderful when he played with her. Chloe would never have to wonder her worth the way Lorelei and Will did, they'd protect her the best they could from what they and their friends had endured.

No they loved Chloe Sen. However, they were comfortable taking time off. Lorelei had given birth in late July, and had a speedy recovery, making a mile run two weeks postpartum. This was not because of her eating issues (okay maybe baby weight was a small factor but she was working on it, okay?) more importantly, she needed to be ready to help run the farm for harvest season. Mrs. Miller would be watching Chloe Sen tonight for a few hours while Will took Lore out to dinner just as she had over harvest.

Lorelei had never been somewhere so fancy. She was dressed up in a dress Will said was "fit to attend the Oscar's with James Dean" never mind Dean's Oscar win was posthumous, but the compliment felt nice. Lorelei loved the traditional schtick, even if she told him she didn't need anything, that having a family was enough. Will, of course, would never let that slide. He also bought her jewelry, and he was the first man who didn't fumble that bag, getting her a classy tennis bracelet that matched her silvery dress. Lorelei's red dress was not fitting right with her breastfeeding boobs, and once thing about Lorelei Yen Giang, she did not where pink.

Lorelei's gift surprised Will. Not that Lorelei couldn't be sweet or tender; Lorelei always showed Will her love in her own love language, but gift giving was not one. She gives him a framed picture, something Laci had snapped at the beach day last summer. Lorelei wasn't showing in her swimsuit yet, Will had his shirt on. Despite the tension of those early months, Lorelei had forgotten how much she and Will still had fun. They were sitting on beach towels, Lorelei's head thrown back laughing, black hair cascading down. Will was grinning ear to ear.

"I love it, Lore..." Will says, smiling brightly.

If Lorelei didn't have make up on, she'd be blushing.

"I love you, William. I know there were so many reservations from my side early on but all these months later, you prove me wrong every single day. You are exactly the kind of man I saw you as, no tricks, no games."

Will kissed her tenderly. "And you, princess, blow me away every single day."

There was no sex that night, Chloe not having fallen asleep for her grandma nor a few hours after, keeping them both up. But Lorelei feel asleep with her loving boyfriends arms around her, and that was enough.

Benny and Cameron.

It was all so new. Being the off season, Ben and Cam were somewhere in Arizona, fucking the entire day away in Cam's van. Ben was still worried about the other ball dropping, for something in Cam to switch. For him to leave again or for him to hurt him like Alice. Things weren't easy peasy; Ben was still relapsing on bulimia and drinking, but the recovery periods were getting longer and Cam was always quick to assure him relapse is a normal part of recovery. Frankie quit coke cold turkey, but that's because he had a scare. it'd take Ben some time, but Cam would be there every step.

As soon as Cam woke after a long nap to Ben in the kitchenette, listening to him clanging around trying to cook he knew Ben was having a bad day. When he opened the curtain to find the living space/kitchen a massive mess, with food everywhere in Ben's attempt at cooking and a table set up of half-made crafts, he knew it was Ben's ADHD. He was trying to get Ben to warm up to the idea of trying meds again, but once step at a time.

"Baby?" Cam called, and Ben wiped around, eyes wide as he began sputtering.

"I'm sorry! Im sorry I was trying to make breakfast and also this craft I saw on printers and also this other one then the bacon was burning and-"

"Baby, can I hold you?"

Ben blinked at him, looking nervous. He wasn't used to people asking if they could touch him. "Oh. Um... no I don't think so."

Cam smiled, happy Ben felt comfortable enough, trusted him enough to communicate. "Thank you for telling me. Benny, does this have something to do with Valentine's Day?"

He hesitated but admitted yes. "I love you so goddamn much Cam and we've been on the road so I haven't hardly been aware the month let alone the year... Then all of a sudden I wake up and its the 14th and you've been just... just the fucking best. I don't want you to feel like I don't appreciate you..."

Cameron listened until he was sure Ben was done. "Would it help if we just... pretended today was another day? I swear, just you being here..."

"No! Cam let me do something nice for you."

"Something nice for me," He started slowly. "Is you being nice to yourself. Listen, my birthday is coming up, if you really want to, not saying you have to, but if you really want to you can go all out that day. But what I really, really want..." He reached out his hands, which Ben took. "Is to eat this burnt bacon, tape this half-made craft to my wall, and then get back into bed with the love of me life that I thought I'd never get to hold again. What do you think."

Ben paused, allowing himself to absorb Cam's words. Cam din't want anything from him outside of his love, fidelity, and company. He didn't want ben's money, didn't want him to change or hide self, and although they certainly had fantastic sex, if Ben wasn't feeling it he could say no, but Cam usually picked up on it before hand.

"Okay, yeah, that sounds good..."

"Good." Cam smiled and reached behind Ben. "I like my bacon extra crispy."

*******

Happy v day!!!!

tagging a few peeps who still interact with the all universe

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @ivystoryweaver @pimosworld @miraclesabound @poeedameronn@itspdameronthings @whatthefishh

[just-a-girl-who-wrytes]

Part 8 ☺️

Several months went by and the team celebrated Street and Chris’ engagement, as well as Luca finding out he was going to be a dad. They had a celebratory dinner over the weekend, one at which Nikki had drank a little more than she cared to admit. Deacon took her home that night, helped her into one of his t-shirts and a pair of his underwear before helping his girlfriend into bed and climbing in with her. The next morning, Nikki woke up hungover as hell. Everything hurt - her head, her stomach, her joints. She groaned. David walked in and chuckled.

“How do you hang with this old man,” he waved his hands from shoulders to waist with a bottle of gatorade in one hand and Tylenol in the other. “But you can’t hang with some bitch booze?”

Nikki buried her face in the pillow. “Because it’s bitch booze. You never can tell how much is too much until it’s too late.”

Nikki attempted to sit up, but was unsuccessful without the muscular torso of her lover’s body to help steady her. “I have to pee.” She mumbled. 

Deacon laughed again, “All of the things you deal with and handle like the bad ass woman you are on a regular basis and some liquor is what takes you out.” 

“Nice save, Kay.” Nikki mumbled, not bothering to look up at him as he guided her to the bathroom. David helped Nikki to the toilet and steadied her as she pulled his underwear off of her waist and sat down. He stepped away and she heard a cabinet open and close but paid it no mind. 

“Here, baby, you need this.”

Nikki looked up to see David handing her a maxi pad and then looked down to see blood stained boxers. 

“Wha-? Fuck meee.”

“When you won’t vomit all over me,” Deacon chuckled. 

“No, baby. I haven’t had a period in yearssss why the hell am I having one now?!” 

“Honey, I have no idea, but I can make it better with snuggles and a lazy day.” He winked at her. 

Nikki groaned and took a clean pair of her underwear from David. Once she was cleaned up and medicated, she joined Deacon on the couch for a lazy day. Despite taking tylenol and motrin and drinking gatorade, she couldn’t help shake the nausea that she had. She napped on and off in Deacon’s arms but felt substantially worse every time she moved and the cramping in her stomach was the worst she could remember having. By the time bedtime rolled around, she didn’t feel any better and again leaned on David to make it back to the bed. 

Nikki was bed bound for the following few days and even had to call out of work. She was cursing her uterus for making her feel so bad. This was punishment for all of the time she hadn’t had a period. 

Deacon was at work just over a week later, talking to Hondo about his girlfriend and her symptoms. 

“You think she’s pregnant?”

Deacon paused. “Of course that hadn’t crossed my mind. Man, she has been feeling bad and cramping and bleeding. We both have just thought she either had the flu or her period was whooping her ass.”

Hondo smirked, “Ya know pregnancy can mimic periods sometimes. It happened to my sister. It’s worth a thought, brother.”

After work, Deacon stopped to pick up chinese for supper. some dramamine to help with Nikki’s nausea, as well as a box of pregnancy tests. When he arrived home, he found her asleep on the couch. He kissed her forehead and made a pitcher of sweet tea for whenever she was ready to eat. After putting the tea in the fridge, he stopped and leaned on the counter, staring at her as she slept.

What if she really is pregnant… he thought. He thought about Nikki being the one to carry his baby and he started to get turned on. She would make such a wonderful mother. And it was all Deacon could do to stop himself from jumping her right then and there as he dreamed about how pregnancy would change her body - her hips, her boobs - how all of it would be because of him. It would be his little life she carried that they made together. 

He originally planned on just letting her sleep and giving them to her when she woke up, but as he thought about their future and the woman he loved carrying the baby he put in her, he couldn’t stop himself. He walked over and sat down on the edge of the couch next to her and woke her up.

The color was still gone from her face and she still looked like she didn’t feel good. 

“Baby, I brought supper home. I’ve also got some nausea meds for you and something else I need you to take….”

“Something else?” Nikki gave him a puzzled look as he brushed her hair away from her face. 

“I was talking to Hondo at work about how you had been sick and your period was weird,” Nikki chuckled. There was no conversation or detail too personal for 20-David to share. She had never actually asked, but she was positive Hondo at the very least had heard about the first time they had sex together. 

“He said taking one of these might be a good idea.” Deacon handed her the box of pregnancy tests. 

Nikki took the box from him. 

“If you’re not pregnant, we can get you into the doc to see why you’re still sick.”

“And if I am?”

Nikki watched as a smile spread across Deacon’s face, “Even better.”

Deacon stood up and helped Nikki off the couch and followed her to the bathroom. 

He leaned against the counter with his arms folded across his belly, watching as Nikki peed on the stick. 

“Who would have thought a man would sit and watch me pee and still love me…”

Deacon laughed, “What is it you used to tell me when I was helpless and getting bathed like a baby?”

“We’re all human and it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” the couple said in unison. 

Nikki stood up, washed her hands and stepped in front of Deacon. She wrapped her arms around his torso and laid her head on his chest. She relaxed in his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her. 

The couple stood there in silence.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Nikki asked, never removing her head from his chest.

“It would be so amazing to know that the woman I love is pregnant with the baby I put in her.” Deacon groaned sensually, “To be able to watch you carry our baby, watch your belly grow, feel our baby move…”

Nikki felt herself falling even more in love with Deacon and she wasn’t sure how that was even possible. 

“You’ve asked me all of these questions,” Deacon said as he pulled her off of him and cradled her neck with a hand on either side under her jaw, “But how will you feel if it’s positive?”

Deacon could see Nikki searching for words. 

“I hadn’t thought about it, David. I mean if so, this is a complete 180 from when I was pregnant with ‘Kota. Hell, you are a complete 180 from my ex-husband. But you don’t seem scared.”

“Why would I be?”

“Well…” Nikki had a hard time figuring out how to piece words together. She never thought about it. If he loved her like he said he did - and she had no doubt about his love for her, there really wasn’t a reason to be scared. She breathed out a laugh, “I don’t know, Deac, I guess just some unresolved subconscious fear I have - the man I’m pregnant by not being supportive… but rationally, I know I have zero reason to be scared now.” 

By now, Deacon had reached over and grabbed the test off of the counter and read it. 

He spoke as he looked up at Nikki from the test, “I’m glad we’re on the same page… Mama.” Deacon smiled, his face full of nothing but love. 

“What?” Nikki said breathlessly as she took the test from him.

Pregnant

She suddenly sobbed, falling into Deacon’s embrace, “Oh, David!”

Deacon wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck.

“We’re having a baby, sweetheart!” He said. 

Nikki could do nothing except cry in David’s arms. She was exudingly happy, but her love life had been so nonexistent before David that she hadn’t given any thought to having children again - ever…. Much less having children with someone who loved her and took care of her. She could do nothing but cry for the sweet baby she lost and cry for the new baby she now had. 

“I know this baby is handpicked for you - for us by Dakota.” Deacon said to her.

[ordinarytalk]

So I'm just finally beginning to recover from the three day paranormal weekend event thing I helped run, and I'm just writing highlights so I can reassure myself that yes, this all actually happened:

I just barely got trained in running the historical tours in time for this event. Meaning, I spent the entire week prior cramming the history of the site with more intensity than I crammed for my college finals. The tours had to be about an hour and fifteen minutes, I would be doing them all day, and I had to be prepared for questions.

Part of my cramming involved me typing out five pages of notes outlining my planned tour path, the buildings I was stopping at, and what historical highlights I was planning to talk about at each building. Because I was teaching swimming lessons until 7 or 8pm most weeknights, I didn't have time to meet with the operations manager who was helping train me, so I just sent the document to her so she could fact-check it.

The night before the event was a ghost hunt/celebrity mixer for VIP guests. They oversold the VIP tickets so we had way way more guests than was originally planned for. The operations manager was told at the last minute that they needed seven history tours to be run simultaneously that night because the guests had been promised history tours, and the tours needed to all be done at around the same time. We had two history guides, me and another guy.

The ops manager ended up printing out my notes and handing them out to other employees and saying "just improvise, sorry, and thank you." We pulled it off flawlessly.

After the tours, I was supposed to be giving the paranormal guide staff members their breaks throughout the night. I got yanked to be a celebrity handler instead because we were short on people. I did not want to be a celebrity handler. I am very awkward around new people at the best of times, and I don't know anything about celebrities.

Celebrity and her crew turned out to be super friendly. I still felt awkward as hell, but then they started asking me about history and that unlocked my hyperfixation powers and I started getting excited and rambling cool facts about every room we walked into. Eventually I realized they were filming me. Success?

The paranormal investigations during the whole weekend were like the least successful/least active ones I have ever seen here. I think if I was dead and several hundred people were stomping all over my house and trying to talk to me, I'd shut up and go somewhere else too.

Ended 3am. Woke up 8am. Dying.

Me and the other history guide alternated giving tours all day Saturday. Apparently I did good? Some people cried and one group applauded me.

So sleep deprived I straight up passed out in the grass for ten minutes after two of my tours.

Can a person die from hydrating solely with Monster energy drinks, asking for a friend

Monster energy drinks did nothing, started laughing loudly at nothing at one point and then took another lawn nap when coworkers started looking at me

Another VIP mixer/history tour/ghost hunt that night!

The celebrity & crew from last night specifically requested me to lead them around for the ghost hunt tonight because they liked me? Success???

We were still very short on people and we really needed me to do breaks so I only was supposed to be with the celeb team for 30 minutes but it got stretched to 45 because they asked me about history again, whoops

I am still being filmed. I am still not sure what I am being filmed for. Success???????

Had to do all the breaks speedwalking, while being rained on. The last person was almost dying by the time I got to them. I almost pass out again as soon as I sit down in their chair, I've been standing almost all day aside from the lawn naps.

Destination Fear left snack and drink shrapnel everywhere at where their meet & greet table had been. Someone there really likes cheez-its.

2am bedtime. Feet are looking a little swollen and gnarly and I'm walking like a chicken on hot coals.

Sunday! Everyone on crew looks like the walking dead.

I actually had a little over an hour free before the history tours start and I was able to look at vendors! I bought a dracula pin and a movie monster crop top that doesn't fit.

More history tours. We're getting more sunshine today so I ask to borrow one of the hats from merch because I will get a migraine if direct sunlight hits the top of my head for more than two minutes.

Smaller tour groups, everyone's a little more tired.

One of the other employees tells me how she had to babysit the Destination Fear crew when they filmed here. Apparently they kept on trying to go places they weren't supposed to.

The Destination Fear meet and greet line from yesterday is still there, and it's still terrifying.

The guys from Mountain Monsters are like the best guys ever. They are never not having a good time. They're like if my Uncle Gerry and Uncle Rance decided to make a cryptid-hunting show together. At one point, during the other guide's history tour, one of 'em suddenly busted out of a nearby porta potty yelling "WHOO-EE! I tore that porta john UP!!" and everybody on the tour just lost their shit. I might need to watch their show now.

Everything shut down by 5pm, but I stayed until 7pm to help with teardown. I offered to buy the hat from merch I'd been wearing but was told I could just keep it, so I got a hat now.

If there's one thing this incredibly busy week was successful at doing, it was stopping me from thinking about my birthday, because I keep thinking about all the stuff I was supposed to have done by this age, and all the stuff I'll never get to do or have because it's too late, and crying.

My birthday literally just happened as I was typing this. Still trying not to think about it.

[afanofcats]

I am a Fae, the same type you hear about all the time. I can make deals for your first born, a favor, ask you to kill someone to save someone, all that fun stuff. The thing is, after a few to many deals, I am now stuck with 3 little children to feed, to many "Presious relics" than I have the space for (I am NOT moving from my little neck of the woods) and far too many sacrifices (I can't even get around to cooking them before they rot, I mean, what a waste of food.) All in all, I just generally avoid these types of deals altogether. I keep to myself, I only interact with the humans when I drop my little ones off to school, I do find their human relationships to be important, I want them to fly out the nest someday, and if you think I would kill them or eat them or whatever, no, their parents made a bad deal, that's not their fault.

One day, while I was coming back from dropping the children off at some little gathering, a man was in my area. he had stepped into my ring, and now I was obligated to do something about it. He saw me, his face fell. He looked like he had not eaten for days, he was frail and could barely stand. I didn't have the energy for this.

"What are you after" I spoke in a soft tone, hoping to not frighten him too much.

"Get back, I wish not to form a deal with you." He was scared.

"Please come inside my house, I will make you something to eat."

"I know your kind; you are going to feed me at a price I could never afford."

"I do not form deals. now come in, it is getting cold."

"YOU SHALL NOT FOOL ME, FAE!"

I shrugged and walked off. I do not like deals, it is his loss. unfortunately for me, I could not bear the thought of someone dying on my property, what would I say to the kids when they notice the new spirit?

"Please just have some soup or something, no strings attached."

"YOU WISH FOR MY CHILD"

"No, I have enough of those already."

"FINE. I accept your wicked offer due only to my current state of weakness. what is it that you desire, Fae?"

"Only for you to recover, now get in."

He walked inside at last; he took note of all the strange belongings I had laying on my countertops. He seemed very suspicious of me, that is, until he saw the soup I had cooking.

"It will be done in 20 minutes, so just make yourself comfortable, maybe take a nap."

I showed him my living area, he took note of the children's toys I had on the floor. I had not gotten around to cleaning them yet.

"Are these your sick trophies of the children you took the lives of?"

there was such hatred in his voice, I didn't know what to say, but I did need to defend myslef.

"It is not much, but they are for the children that others have given me."

"Is that so? where are they now, then, you wicked creature?"

"At a gathering, celebrating the anniversary of their companions birth."

"A birthday party?"

"Sure"

He seemed relived for a moment, only to be tense once again. after some time passed of him staring daggers at me, I got up and got him some soup.

"What meat is this?"

"Beef."

He seemed to have thought that I would give him the body of his people. I do not feed my children the meat of their own, that is not cool. He ate it faster than I could refill his bowl. after some time, he passed out.

It was a while before he woke up again, and my children where all home. He woke with a start and gathered my children behind him, holding them hostage.

"What are you doing with my kids?"

"I shall return them to the families you stole from."

"I did not steal; they gave me these and ran off. Considering that they were abandoned by their mothers for small favors, I figured I might as well be a better parent to them."

He backed off, my kids came back to me and finished their dinner. the man got up, but before he got to the door he turned to me.

"These rules are known. I have been waiting for you to strike me with a deal in return for the food and shelter. If I leave now, I will surely be cursed."

"I assure you will have no curse to bare upon your exit, the only condition I have is that you stay safe."

"You think me a fool, well I am wise. I know the rules, speak to me your demands."

I looked around, I really needed to clean the house. He was so protective of these children, and his body language said he has calmed down. I could really use some time to myself, three kids as a single parent is rough. I had an idea.

"You are correct. I did wish to trick you. The demand I have for you is to be the babysitter of the household. Let's say, 4 hours, three times a week, whatever fits with your schedule, really."

He looked at me funny, but then turned back into the serious young lad he had been playing as.

"As you wish, Foul beast."

3 years later he is a beloved addition to the household. I never actually made that deal final, but he believes it so that's something I suppose. He is no longer weird with me and even started a "Kind to Fae folk" project in his village, spreading the word that not all of us want blood. I am a little worried that my spot on the PTA will be lost if he exposes me, but I trust him. The kids like his company, he is rather imaginative and comes up with the best games. He is coming with us on our trip to the beach next month, things could not have gone better.

"Hey Fae,"

"Yes?"

"When will the negative parts of the deal affect me, this cannot be the full extent of your work."

"I never sealed a deal. I just like the kids having someone to look after them that isn't always me. They like you."

"I'm sure that's just what you want me to think."

He tried to look stubborn, but he was unable to hide a small grin from me. I think he knows that he has been doing this job on his own free will for some time but does not wish to admit it. I do wish he could be a little less suspicious of me, but we will get there in time, I hope.

A kind and generous Fae is desperately trying to convince a starving guest to eat. The Guest, well aware of the rules of the Fae, is paranoid and constantly worried about falling victim to said Fae.

[mystomachfeelsawful]

3:40

When I remember this year, it's not the triumphs or the wins, it's the oops and the silly mistakes. The weird moments in between when something I thought was supposed to happen happened, but not in the way I expected it to.

Cockfight and Woking went up - two projects that have occupied my heart and head for a while (heartspace with Cockfight and physical time space with Woking). I travelled for work a lot, went back to the east coast for a workshop, did a full season of casting at Stratty. I went to New York on a spontaneous holiday to see a lot of plays.

But these aren't the things I remember the most. Those are here:

1 - I evicted my roommate of one and a half years. Tiffany and I have had tension almost immediately since she moved in. Our communication styles weren't sympatico from the beginning (she was a passive aggressive introvert with a noise sensitivity and a bitter personality, I'm an extrovert with no issue with noise with a bitter personality that I hide behind layers of false confidence), but I held onto living with her because I knew she was leaving in March. I felt that if I just endured the bad thing it would go away - very Chinese. Our relationship hit a tipping point when I closed the door to what she decreed as too loudly in January and she started knocking on my door and swearing. Rather than endure two months more of her, I requested that she leave the next day. I took a bit of an L for this - I paid for her accomodations and her movers and had to find her a place that suited her needs (thank you Maddie), but I think this is the thing I was the most proud of this year. Someone was harming me and - rather than do what I always do and assume that I have to accommodate them as I've been raised - I confronted her about it and removed her from my life. I want to do more of this in the future. I think I yield a lot when something is bothering me because I'm afraid of seeming selfish. I want to be even more selfish in the future and have more confrontations. My home feels like a safe place to live for the first time since she moved in.

2 - In June, I found out we'd won the Audience Choice Dora for Woking Phoenix. I found this out at Fu-GEN's kitchen event (which was hilariously happening at the same time as the Doras) and was told there were tickets for the after party. I was over the moon and ran over to the Winter Garden to see if I could get in. I remember showing the security guard my phone with the award on it and being like "i want to buy tickets to the after party" and promptly being told that I couldn't get in. People tried giving me their tickets and I couldn't get in. So rather than go inside and feel celebrated for winning a silly trophy, I waited outside in what my girlfriend describes as "loser behaviour" for 2 hours saying hi to people as they waited for cabs and ubers. I don't know what the lesson is from this, but it was a wonderfully humbling experience that as per usual reminded me that awards are temporary and humiliation is forever. And it sort of reminded me of my own career - begging to be let into buildings that people were exiting. Thank you for voting for Woking Phoenix though - seriously. This instagram account only speaks for me (as it's mine), but after 5 years of working on the project, winning grants and finally doing the thing - it felt vindicating for the community to have the project's back the same way you all did during the run.

3 - During Annie auditions, my nose bled for 30-45 minutes and then proceeded to erupt on the stratford bus home. I bled for another hour on the bus, over my clothes and on my hands. I did not bleed in front of the children (thank god), but I really need to get this fixed. Camille did not help me on this trip and took a nap.

4 - I know I said I wouldn't talk about the blanket good stuff, but going to New York this year as a knee jerk decision in October felt really fulfilling. Doing a spontaneous vacation as a kind of reward for all the stuff that happened this year, running through Chinatown, putting in 20000 steps as Luke birdwatched felt right. Also seeing theatre outside Ontario. I feel I really grew during this trip and felt artistically inspired in ways I hadn't in a long long time.

5 - In the midst of a year of so much theatre and things that were arguably achievements of mine, I find myself learning the most about what I'm unable to do as a artist at this point in my career. What my own blindspots are. I don't say this as a derogatory, but I think I want to get better. I keep giving direction like "don't push", but what does "Push" actually mean? What does rigour actually mean? What does following an intention to the end of the line actually mean? Am I giving too many notes? Am I giving too few notes? How can I be clearer to designers? What actually makes acting/production/choreography good in my eyes - in understandable words? What is a strong vision? I think this year made me start to see the limits of my own ability to articulate things in clarity - that even if my teams believe it, do I actually believe or understand what I'm saying? Is my desire to keep working with fans who are excited to work with me in part me avoiding clarity with working with strangers who don't understand me, share my sense of humor or don't understand my vision? I'm going to spend 2025 training and working on my craft. I want to enter 2026 a stronger theatre artist than I am now.

I SAW 55 PLAYS THIS YEAR. I LOVED

Sunset Blvd

The Inheritance Part 1 and 2

The Hills of California

Salesman in China

The Diviners

Rat Academy

My favourite video game of the year was Final Fantasy VII Rebirth - a game that I played over the span of 8 months and never felt bored by because I took my damn time.

My favourite movie of the year was Look Back.

I want to have a 2025 where I pick fights, where I don't feel shy, where I participate openly and question everything I do in how specific I can be. I don't want to waffle or suffer in silence. I want to prioritize learning and growing and let my own hunger and curiosity shape my year rather than being shy and waiting for permission.

NOW BACK TO G1 STUDYIN

[white-mans-whore14]

Jack Harlow- Fashion Designer

A lil smutty at the end.

“Jack I literally need you to stay still for two minutes. You think you can’t do that?” You groaned.

You loved Jack. He was not only the best boss but also an amazing friend but in this moment you weren’t feeling as goofy as he was. Usually you both were on the same frequency, but lately you were feeling so over whelmed. You felt like there wasn’t enough time to do everything you needed to.

Jack has picked up on it but hoped that the goofiness would help you laugh. My god that man loved your smile. It felt like a dream to him.

After chasing him around for a few minutes you were done. Done with him and done with your job. You were on the verge of tears when Jack finally decided to stand in one place. He immediately saw the tears in your eyes and the frustration you felt, and he got rid of everyone.

“Everyone out. Give me ten,” Jack said loudly to get the attention of everyone.

Just as you were walking away, he grabbed your hand and said “Not you mama. You’re staying with me,” Jack said giving you a hug.

You immediately broke down and started sobbing into his chest. He stroked your hair for a minutes, whispering reassurances into your hair. He lifted you head from his chest and took off you mask for you and put it down on a table.

He then led you to the sofa and sat you down so you were half on him.

“You wanna talk about it?” Jack asked tracing figures on your thigh with one hand, and pushing your hair back with the other.

“Just feeling a little overwhelmed, can’t breathe. I feel like there isn’t enough time to do all that I have to,” you said laying on Jack’s chest.

“Take the rest of the day off, go home and take a nap. I’ll bring some food once we’re done here. And try to get some work done okay?” Jack said.

“Thanks so much Jack. You’re the best boss in the world,” you said pushing yourself off on his chest.

Jack smiled back.

“Anything to make my pretty girl stop crying,” Jack said softly.

There go the butterflies. You knew you were attracted to him but he was for boss and there was professionalism that needed to be maintained. Plus he was a celebrity and you strictly worked for him. That’s why he kept you around. No other reason.

After getting home and taking a nap, you woke up and showered. You pulled your laptop closer and started getting work done when the bell rang.

You got up to get the door and there stood Jack in his and your favorite tracksuit. He looked beautiful. Even if he was in a track suit, his nerdy glasses that you secretly loved, and had a bag of takeout in his hand.

“C’mon in,” you said, opening the door wider for him.

After eating all the food Jack brought while watching Seinfeld, you got back to work.

Jack literally just watched you. Wanted to make sure you were doing okay, and getting work done.

“You doing better?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. That just happens sometimes,” you said looking up at him for a second.

“Well come to me whenever you need me. You know I’m always here for you. I love you,” Jack said with hope in his eyes.

“I love you too Jack,” you said smiling.

“Wait I remember something I wanna style you in,” You enthusiastically said.

“Can I see it?” Jack asked.

“Yeah,” you ran to get it from your room.

You came down with a pair of street pants but different from something Jack had owned before.

“Wow Ma. These are so cool. Where’d you get them from?” Jack asked holding the pants.

“Umm I made them,” you said.

You hadn’t made clothes in a while, but you wanted to make something for Jack.

“You made them. Never knew my pretty girl had so much talent,” Jack said while you blushed.

After talking for a little while longer, Jack went home.

A few weeks later you, Jack, and Urban met up at Urban’s place. Y’all just wanted to talk and catch up like old friends but once 4 o’clock came around you started packing up.

“Where you going Y/N?” Urban asked.

“I have a date tonight,” you said smiling.

It had been so long since you had a date. And you were excited about getting yourself back out there.

“Who with? Someone we know?” Urban asked since he knew Jack was too stunned to say anything.

“No just a guy from an app, but I’m finally ready to get back out there. Plus it’ll be nice to get some action from something that doesn’t run on batteries,” you said enthusiastically.

Urban had been your friend for years so talking like this to him was normal, but you had just gotten close to Jack.

Jack immediately started chocking on his soda. Hearing you talk about masturbating made him feel some type of way.

Just imagining you in bed, completely naked, and shaking from the orgasms you had given yourself. Still having the vibrater on because you weren’t done with yourself yet. You brought the vibrater back to your clit and shook from the over stimulation but continued to whine because you wanted more.

Okay that’s enough. Jack thought. He needed to stop before he got too hard.

“So you gonna stop her?” Urban asked after you left.

“Why?” Jack asked.

“Cuz you love her man. Stop trying to deny it,” Urban said groaning.

“Well what am I supposed to do. I’m her boss.” Jack said.

“Tell her you love her. Say you wanna give it a shot cuz you think she’s worth it. And make sure she knows that work wise nothing will change.” Urban said slowly so Jack understood.

“Okay,” Jack said.

“What are you waiting for. She’s going on a date. Do you want her to get fucked but some other guy while you’re sorting out your feelings man?” Urban shouted.

“No damn man,” Jack said getting up.

Jack made his way over to your house and knocked on the door.

You opened it, and his jaw dropped to the floor. It was something he was sure he saw you in before, but he remember you mentioning that it was a special dress. It was white and had orange flowers. Jack loved the way it layed on you. He saw the simple heeled sandles and the way you had done your make up and hair.

“You look amazing,” Jack said after stuttering for a second.

“Do you need anything Jack? Will is going to be here soon,” you asked while shoving things into your purse.

“Yeah. I came here to say I love you. Like I really love you,” you slowly turned to look at Jack.

“You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t want you going out with that Will dude because I want you all to myself. I wanna cuddle you and kiss you, and if you’re going to have any dick in your life, I’d prefer it to be mine,” at that you snickered.

“But I love you. That’s the bottle line. And you still have your job. I get that it’s risky dating your boss, but you have nothing to worry about. We can do this. Please just give us a chance,” he begged.

“Yes. Jack. I love you too,” you said putting your purse down and reaching up to his face.

You brought your lips to his and kissed him. It felt like the best kiss in the world. All the passions and all the fireworks. Jack brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer.

Jack pushed harder into the kiss and pushed his tounge into your mouth. He brought a hand up to lace it into your hair, so he could move your face accordingly. You moved your hands down to his waist and trickled down to his ass.

He lightly let out a laugh.

“Now I would appreciate it if my girlfriend didn’t go out with other guys. Can you please cancel your date?” Jack asked while pecking you.

“Yes sir,” you teased back. Jack hissed tutted at you.

“You keep saying shit like that and I may have you take you upstairs and have my way with you,” Jack said sternly.

“What do you mean keep saying,” you asked.

“At Urb’s you talked about masturbating and I was not ready for it. I started dreaming about it,” Jack said.

“What did you dream about?” You asked.

“You. Laying on your bed writhing from cumming so many times. And you had a little bullet vibe and was overstimulating you but you still wanted more. So needy huh,” Jack asked palming your ass. Pulling you into him so you could feel his hard on.

“Well why don’t we go upstairs and I can show you just how needy I can be?” You asked palming his dick.

“Fuck yes Ma,” Jack breathed out.

Let me know how a did and leave requests. I might make a part two that’s just Smut lol.

[thesoleilla]

Flufftober Day 28: Picnic

Masterlist Fandom: Mysmes

Ship: Yoosung x reader

Warnings: Yoosung Route spoilers, slightly ooc I think??? Use of "honey"

three times Yoosung kinda ruined a picnic date by thinking it was something else, and one time he didn't.

I.

The first-time, you weren't sure whether it was a date; you just wanted to celebrate his autorisation to leave the hospital and since you weren't very confident in the relationship yet; you decided to just see whether he'd invite the others or not, which he did. You'd hate to admit it, because you liked the others; but you still were a bit disappointed, but seeing the chaos going down was comforting so you just thought that there'd be another opportunity anyways!

II.

The second time; you decided you wouldn't let it go to waste. Not that the rest of the RFA were a waste, but you wanted some time alone with him! This couldn't be that hard !

But it was that hard. You see, when you just asked to go picnicing for lunch with him out of the blue; Yoosung was already nervous about it, but why may you be asking? Because he thought you wanted to break up with him. BUT YOU JUST WANTED A DATE😭

After all, for him; your relationship was still new and he was scared he didn't do enough for you, so such an important organisation just for a picnic must be to hide something! But that thing was a date not a breakup... so to support him in case you broke up with him, he asked for a friend of his to tag along... but next time it's going to work right!

III.

Or at least... that's what you thought. But this time all the possible conditions in your mind were fulfilled ! It had to work! Well.... in your mind it had succeeded. Only in your mind though,,,

Because you hadn't been blunt enough for your oblivious s/o... but did you really expect him to get clues? Come on, be realistic please-

And since saying "Wanna plan a picnic together soon?" with a wink at the end wasn't obvious enough, you were now sitting on a nap with the rest of the RFA. Just one last time and then you'd give up...

IV.

Okay, you were really desperate for that picnic date. But it had failed for the third time a month ago ! You knew you had to be upfront with Yoosung when you wanted something but still! Could he not get hints of the picnic date you oh so desperately wanted! Yes he couldn't, did you not remember who you were in love with?! Or so... you thought.

You see, he may be a bit oblivious sometimes (and god did you find it cute) but he was not dumb. So...

One Saturday, you were just slowly starting to wake up next to him, when you felt him take out an object from the bedside table, and move his hand towards you.

"Honey, mind if I use this to show you a little surprise I made just for you ? I promise you'll be happy to see this, I put my whole heart into making it!" Your husband greeted you, an extended smile on his face with stars or excitement practically popping out of his eyeballs; while he was waving a blindfold over your head, asking for your permission.

You, as a tired person who just woke up and was already being asked for sense to come out of your mouth, were very confused but if there was one thing your tired self could make out about this, it's that Yoosung was happy. And how could you say no to his happiness? So, you accepted.

He told you you were going out, you put on some random clothes and let him blindfold you.

You were starting to feel a comforting, smooth breeze hit your skin when he took off the blindfold.

A picnic

The sight was charming. Exactly like you were imagining it. Or more like... everything like the pictures you kept gazing at, wishing for Yoosung to take the hint believing damn well he wouldn't. But it looked like he did get them.

"You like it?"

"I-I I don't like it Yoosung, I love it! This is like a dream! How did you know...?"

"Haha, I'm not that oblivious you know, and you aren't exactly the most discreet person about wanting something, I had understood this for a while, but what kind of a man would I be if the perfect date my woman wanted was not perfect? I tried my best to make this exactly like you wanted! Now, let's have a sit, shall we?" He was looking into your eyes like a kid focusing on TV when his favorite show came on, examinating your every reaction to ensure you'd enjoy this to its fullest.

The date was going on smoothly, everything was as good as it could possibly have been and you were just so grateful to have met him, no words could explain how strong your love was but still, you wanted to try. Because you loved him.

"Honey? Thank you so much for this. You didn't have to do this for me you-"

"Hey! Don't start rambling on me! Your happiness is what makes me happy, of course I had to do this!"

You wanted to pout about how he didn't have to be this nice but-

"Honey, stop overthinking and just eat this, open your mouth please!" He cheerfully said, a spoon full of your favorite cake in his hand, pointed towards your mouth.

This man was one of love, and even though you keep witnessing it; you'd never fully grasp its size.

@flufftober

I was lazy when I wrote this and I don't even want to read it. Feel free to hate it lol, I was in germany while writing this