#told you it’ll happen some day 😂

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: remember that poll you guys voted in on what fic i should work on? this is the fic that one 😂 i’ve been wanting to write this one for a minute and had so much fun doing it!! i love the soft vibes and i hope you guys do too 🥰 lots of fun stuff coming up 🤍

word count: 4.9k

tw: a little dirty talk, a little horny making out, nothing crazy

summary: sunrise on the beach with mat becomes your favorite memory

Sleep fades away slowly, a warm hand working its way gently into your hair, fingertips rubbing against your scalp. You hum and press your face into the pillow bunched up under your head.

A familiar chuckle pierces the veil of sleep, fingers continuing their gentle rub. “Hey, come on Sleeping Beauty,” Mat’s voice is low and amused in your ear. “Time for that sunrise.”

You whine and roll over, sleep still clinging stubbornly to your brain. In your hazy half-awake state, you remember that you’d told Mat you wanted to see the sunrise on the beach, but you honestly didn’t think he’d be able to manage to get up this early. “Time’s it?” you mumble around a yawn, eyes still shut and hand groping for Mat’s. He laces his fingers with yours, taking pity on your floundering hand. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, his palm dry and warm in your own.

“Four ten,” he says, laughing at the outraged noise you make. “Babe, sunrise is at 5:20, had to get you up early.”

One eye cracks open and Mat comes into view, sitting on the edge of the mattress, hair looking a little crazy. He’s got a soft smile on his face even as his lips are tilted up with amusement. “This is cruel and unusual,” you mumble, stretching your legs out under the pile of blankets. Your calf cramps slightly and you flex your foot to relieve the twinge.

Mat’s fingers twitch in yours and he shrugs a little. “You said you wanted to see the sunrise,” he reminds you, tugging at your hand and pulling you into a sitting position. “Not too many more days left on the Island for that to happen.”

He’s not wrong - after the six-game playoff loss to the Canes, you’d hung around the Island so you could spend your birthday with your friends, but you’re leaving in a couple of days to visit Mat’s family before the Bear wedding and then hopping over to Europe for a couple of weeks of vacation. The summer is jam-packed full of fun plans that you’re looking forward to.

“I hate that you’re right,” you sigh, more awake now. Mat leans in and kisses you quickly. He jumps up before you can really kiss him back, making your forehead crease in confusion.

“I’m always right,” he teases, rummaging through your drawers to find you some clothes. You stretch your arms over your head, t-shirt riding up and exposing your stomach to the cool air of your bedroom. You shiver a bit, that full-body shake that’s the result of a really good stretch.

With a scoff, you swing your legs out of bed and mutter, “you weren’t right when you missed the exit and drove us into Staten Island last week, making us very late for dinner.”

Mat blows a raspberry at you. “I thought we weren’t going to bring that up again?” He whines, pouting like a toddler.

You shoot him a cheeky grin over your shoulder and pad to the bathroom to clean up. “I’m bringing that up until the end of time, Mr. I Don’t Need Directions Babe I Know Where I’m Going,” you laugh to yourself before knocking the door shut with your foot so you can have a minute of privacy.

Mat’s got the bedside lamps on when you leave the bathroom, casting your bedroom in soft light that doesn’t hurt your tired eyes. You smile gratefully and flop back down on the bed. “Are you sure we have to do this?” You yawn again. “What about staying in bed and fucking like bunnies? That could be fun.”

Your boyfriend laughs and comes to straddle your legs, knees on the outside of your own, leaning down over you to press a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can do that later,” he mutters against your skin. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Get dressed.”

Looking at him, you notice for the first time that Mat’s already dressed in a navy quarter zip and jeans and you wonder exactly how early he got up. It doesn’t really matter at the end of the day and you change into a comfortably oversized royal blue cashmere sweater and a pair of leggings, ignoring the jeans Mat had pulled out of your drawer. He’s staring blatantly at you as you dress, grinning when he notices that you don’t bother with a bra. You wink at him, teasing, “I know that backseat of yours is very spacious.”

Mat’s laugh is contagious and you giggle along with him. “Babe, I’ll let you do whatever you want in the backseat of my car,” he waggles his eyebrows at you, catching your foot when you kick it up at him to put on your socks. He tickles the arch of your foot gently as he pulls a pair of his own thick Nike socks on your feet and lets them bunch up over your leggings.

You wiggle your toes in the warm socks, squirming when Mat captures your ankle and tugs gently to drag you down the bed. “Whatever I want?” You ask on a breathless giggle, letting him pull you to your feet and crash against his chest.

“Anything but eating Goldfish back there,” Mat shakes his head at you, both of you remembering the time you’d been babysitting the Martin girls and Winnie had asked for her snack sized bag of Goldfish to be squished into crumbs since they “taste better” that way and then had dumped the entire bag out on your lap when she was trying to share.

“That was an accident!” You protest, distracted by Mat’s warm hands snaking under the hem of your sweater and dancing over the soft skin of your lower back. “She was sharing. We’re supposed to be encouraging sharing, Mat!”

Mat snorts. “Only because you asked for a Goldfish,” he kisses your cheek, “now come on. We’re going to miss the sunrise.” He taps against your lower back and you wiggle against him.

You’re awake now, but you still try and convince him to get back in bed, “sure you don’t want to just undress me under the covers instead?”

“Later,” Mat promises, tugging at the waistband of your leggings and spurring you into following him down the stairs. You snag your phone off its charging pad on the way out and nearly fumble the tube of Summer Fridays lip balm when you lunge back at the last second for it too.

Downstairs, Mat grabs his keys out of the little bowl on the hall table and you shove your feet into a battered pair of Ugg Tasmans, going for maximum comfort. Mat pulls on a pair of Nikes and you follow him out the door, sighing when you see how dark it still is.

“Can I guarantee at least two orgasms for myself?” You ask, climbing into the passenger seat of Mat’s Defender. “It’s criminally early.”

You look over your shoulder and see that Mat’s already pushed down the second row of seats and the car is full of pillows and blankets to nest in while you watch the sunrise. A delighted smile curls your lips and Mat laughs at you when he gets behind the wheel.

“You literally begged me to take you to see the sunrise,” he reminds you, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway. He plays with the radio, finding your preset Taylor Swift Sirius station and you smile happily, kicking off your Uggs and pulling your feet up onto the seat.

“I forget it’s so early in the summer,” you laugh lightly, humming along to ‘Paper Rings.’ You reach your arm out and rest your hand on the nape of Mat’s neck, scratching your nails lightly into his hair, letting the silky strands curl around your fingers. He hasn’t cut it yet and you begged him to let it grow a little longer during the summer, just until Ethan’s wedding in July. Luckily for you, Mat agreed, mostly because he loves when you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull when he’s going down on you. Now, Mat’s shoulders drop and you can feel his body relax under your touch. “Where are we going, by the way?”

“Robert Moses,” Mat replies, merging onto the Meadowbrook. Despite the early hour, a car nearly sideswipes you as you merge in and Mat lays on the horn, shouting through the closed window. You wince, fingers freezing in place on Mat’s neck.

“I hate the Meadowbrook,” you mutter. “Meanwhile, where was he going? It’s literally five in the morning.”

“It’s also Monday,” Mat reminds you, grinning when you resume scratching at his scalp. “People are going to work.”

You hum a little laugh, “right, the employed, upstanding citizens making the rest of us bums look bad.” The parkway opens up now though, the road clear in front of you and you zone out a bit while staring at the sky as it lightens. The music changes and you mumble-sing along, tapping your socked foot against the leather seat. Mat’s fingers alternate between tapping against the steering wheel and clenching it so hard his knuckles go white. You turn your head to look at him, studying the line of his jaw and the stubble that he’s letting grow in for a few days before he’ll decide to shave again. His hair curls around his ears and you run your fingers through it, brushing your fingertips over the hinge of his jaw.

His lips tilt up in a smile even as his eyes stay on the road. “Enjoying the view?” He teases and you giggle.

“Yeah, actually I am,” you murmur. “Call it sleep deprivation, but I can’t stop staring at you right now.” You angle your body towards Mat’s, still studying his face. “I love you,” you say on a little sigh, never tired of the way his ears go a little pink when you say those three words.

“Fuck yeah, same,” he replies, smirking a bit before laughing at the inside joke. You wrinkle your nose at him, thinking about that first confession - both of you drunk out of your minds, Mat holding you up while you danced on the beach, half of his teammates partying around you in the late July warmth. Influenced by High Noons and beers mixed with too much tequila, your hangover the next day had only been worsened when you remembered the way you slurred the three words into his ear and his response, three different words. But tangled together on the oversized couch in Matt and Sydney’s Hamptons home, with the sunlight nearly blinding you and the sounds of the waves breaking, Mat had pulled you close to his chest and buried his face in your hair and mumbled, “for the record, I love you too.”

From there it had been a wild year, so much fun and excitement, mingled with the heartbreak of missing the playoffs and the month-long break you’d taken after a blowup fight.

Before you can linger too much on the past, Mat pulls off the Meadowbrook and navigates the traffic circle to merge onto Ocean Parkway. You roll down the window to get the ocean breeze into the car, inhaling deeply. “God, I love the smell of the ocean,” you sigh, wiggling happily in your seat. “I miss the days they would prescribe going to the shore for your health.”

Mat’s laugh fills the car, “you already spend more time at the beach than any other person I know! Who takes four mile walks on the sand in the middle of January?”

“I’m a summer baby, Mathew,” you sniff haughtily, tugging gently on the piece of hair twirled around your fingers. “I need my designated beach time to thrive.”

“You’re crazy, that’s what you are,” Mat says, but his tone is laced with affection. “Hopefully this morning fills the quota for when we’re up in Vancouver.”

“We’ll see,” you laugh, the car bouncing slightly as Mat takes the turn off the road and navigates the Defender into the sand. The sky is lightening slowly and you’re still ten minutes away from actual sunrise, so it’s perfect timing. He situates the car so the front is facing west and turns it off, turning to grin at you.

“Ready for a show?” He asks, tossing the keys into the cup holder and reaching up to lace his fingers with yours.

You nod, wide awake now and excited to cross something off your summer bucket list. “Let’s get cozy,” you lean over the console and press your lips to his in a quick kiss before shifting onto your knees and climbing over the console into the back of the car, head first and nearly kicking Mat in the head with a stray foot. He’s laughing behind you, tugging at your ankles.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to get out of the car?” He’s opening his door, half out onto the sand as he talks.

You’re perched happily in the pile of blankets when May pulls open the hatch, exposing the full view of the beach and eastern horizon. He’s backlit by the rising sun and you reach for him, wiggling your fingers to encourage him to climb into the expanded backseat with you. “My way was more fun,” you chirp when he climbs in, kicking his sneakers off and leaving them in the sand.

“Crazy,” he mutters, scooting you to the side so he can wedge in behind you. His elbow bangs against something and makes a sort of thunking noise.

“What’s that?” You settle in between Mat’s legs, resting your back against his chest.

He leans a little to the side and tugs at one of the blankets, exposing the Yeti cooler that usually lives in your garage while it waits for summertime. “Breakfast,” he says and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Ohhh,” you grin, angling your head back so you can see Mat’s face, “you’re really gunning for boyfriend of the year, huh?”

“How’re my odds looking?” Mat flips open the lid of the cooler and pulls out a snack sized bottle of Tropicana, holding the bottle in front of you while he cracks the top. You take it from him with a quiet, ‘thanks’ and sip at it. His thighs are firm against the outside of yours, warmth radiating off his body.

“Holding onto a solid second place,” you tease, knocking your knee against his.

Mat cracks open his own bottle of orange juice and knocks back half off it before replying, “second? Jesus, what’s my competition like?”

You shift a little, angling so your shoulder is slightly pressed against his chest and Mat’s left arm is draped over your shoulder, one big hand inching closer to cupping your breast. “Well,” you hum, tapping the lid of your orange juice against your lower lip, “Andrew Price did save the last cherry BlowPop for me back in first grade. I thought that was very gentlemanly.”

“You’re a menace,” Mat grumbles against the top of your head, flicking at the side of your breast with his index finger. You jolt and giggle, bringing your hand up to play with his fingers.

“Yeah, and?” Mat’s foot hooks over yours and you lean to the side, resting your elbow against one of the pillows piled around your bodies. “You planned all this, so you must love me.”

“Against my better judgement,” Mat teases. You look up at him again, pouting and wrinkling your nose, making him smile and lean down to plant a quick kiss on your pout. Humming happily, you rest your cheek against his arm and go quiet, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon, coloring the sky in gorgeous pastels. Mat’s chin rests on the top of your head and his other arm comes around to wrap around your stomach, keeping you held tightly against his chest.

The waves crash against the sand and you zone out a little watching them, breathing in the ocean air and feeling your entire body relax. Your stomach grumbles quietly, a little vibration that you hope Mat can’t hear. He chuckles and you roll your eyes. “You can move up the boyfriend rankings if you’ve got a cherry BlowPop in that cooler,” you murmur.

Mat shifts behind you, unwrapping his arm from a round your stomach and leaning to the side, taking your body with him. “Even better,” he says, the crinkling of a bag echoing in the small space. You look over just as he withdraws the cream and gold pastry bag from one of your favorite bakeries. “Almond croissant from French Workshop,” he continues, displaying the bag in front of your face with a flourish.

“Ooh!” You perk up, leaning forward to pluck the bag from Mat’s hand. You can smell the buttery pastry and your stomach grumbles again. “Okay, you’re officially in the number one boyfriend spot. I don’t think there’s anything better than almond croissants at sunrise on the beach.”

Mat pulls a second bag from the cooler and you sniff out the scent of Nutella, which only widens your grin. Mat doesn’t have too much of a sweet tooth, except when it comes to Nutella. You’re constantly buying the little snack packs for him to get a quick energy hit.

“Nothing at all?” Mat teases you while you shift in his lap, turning so your back is resting against the side of the car and your legs are draped over his thigh. He takes a bite of his croissant, flaky crumbs landing on your leggings before he brushes them off with a casual hand.

Around a bite of your own treat, you hum. “Nothing I can think of,” you retort cheekily after swallowing.

You shriek and wriggle around when Mat’s fingers tickle your side, your stomach hurting as you laugh loudly and wildly. Mat’s body is on top of yours, nearly flat against the floor of the trunk, croissant crumbs all around you. “Mat, no! Stooop,” you whine, laughing and trying to fight off the onslaught.

“Take it back,” he laughs, peppering your cheeks and neck with kisses. “Say I’m better than breakfast pastries.” He nips at the edge of your jaw.

You hook your legs around Mat’s waist and bump your hips up against his, trying to distract him but all it does is make you hotter for him, heat flushing up your chest. Mat grins against your neck, fingers slowing a little, but still pressing into all the spots that he knows are vulnerable.

“Mercy,” you choke out on a laugh, tugging at Mat’s hair, breathless.

He presses a final kiss to the pulse point on your neck and then his fingers are smoothing over your skin, fingertips gentle as they draw goosebumps in their wake. “I’m taking that as a win,” he informs you, leaning on his forearm so his full weight isn’t on top of you.

You lean up and capture his lower lip between your teeth, biting down a little sharply and tugging. Mat groans into your mouth and you shiver, the noise vibrating down your spine. “Only,” you pull away, your back resting on the floor of the trunk again, “because you play with dirty tactics.”

“Gotta take the wins where I can get them, Squeaks,” he laughs, rolling back onto his side and then sitting up, taking you with him so you’re straddling his lap, the top of your head grazing the roof of the car. You lean down and graze your lips over Mat’s, grinding down a little on his half-hard cock. He grunts in the back of his throat, gripping your hips to keep you in place.

“I’m missing the sunrise,” you chirp, pecking him quickly before wiggling off his lap and settling against his chest again. “You distracted me, back down to number two boyfriend.”

By now, the sun is mostly over the horizon, the sky bright and promising a gorgeous weather day ahead. You pull your legs up to your chest, wrapping an arm around your knees, while you watch the sky change colors. It’s so peaceful and your shoulders relax, the stress of the last few weeks of the regular season and the first round of playoffs dissipating. You’re looking forward to the summer, to getting to spend some real time with Mat. He shifts behind you - you sway to the side a little when he reaches for the cooler again and then back when he adjusts his position, his legs bending at the knee to bracket your body. A breeze off the ocean makes you shiver and press harder against Mat’s body, the hard ridge of his collarbone pressing against the back of your head.

He hums in your ear, breath kissing your cheek when he murmurs, “number two boyfriend, but how about number one fiancé?”

You blink, your brain processing the words, and he reaching around your body to rest his hand on your knee, a black velvet box held loosely in his fingers. You stare at the little box, barely comprehending what’s happening. Mat’s thumb taps carefully against the seam between the two halves of the box, his thumbnail wedged into the spot so he can flick it open at any second.

“What?” The syllable is barely a breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel his cheeks rise with a smile against your temple. “Mat…” your voice is shaky, nervous excitement making your tone higher pitched than usual.

He taps the box against your knee and you immediately move, turning so you’re facing Mat, kneeling in between his legs. He’s got your favorite crooked smile on his face and when his features go a little blurry, you realize you’ve got tears in your eyes.

When he starts talking, Mat’s voice is a little wobbly too. He clears his throat twice before he manages to say, “you know I, uh, usually have a lot to say.”

A laugh slips out of your mouth and you cover your lips with a trembling hand. He grins at you even wider, showing off all his teeth.

“But,” he continues, fingers fidgeting with the box, “I thought about what I wanted to say, what I wanted to tell you, and I… couldn’t think of anything.”

Your heart pounds behind your ribs, tears falling freely down your cheeks.

“There was just too much I wanted to tell you,” he says, leaning up on his knees so you’re both kneeling in the trunk of the car. His hair rubs against the roof of the car and gets a little staticky, sticking up in all directions. “Every single time I tried to come up with a speech, all I could get down was how much I fucking love you. Every single day that you’ve been in my life, you’ve made it better. Even on my worst days, you’re the bright spot.”

“Mat,” you gasp his name softly, mouth still covered by your hands. “Oh my god!”

“I want to have a million more days with you,” he says softly, leaning forward and popping the lid open on the ring box. You were so focused on what he was saying, you barely realized that he hadn’t even shown you the ring. It’s gorgeous, a big oval diamond sparkling in the early morning light filtering in through the windows and open trunk. No smaller diamonds surrounding it on the band so the focus is just on how perfect the diamond is. You cry harder because it’s perfect, simple and stunning and everything that you’ve ever wanted in an engagement ring.

Mat cups your cheek with his free hand and you look up at him, nodding and laughing and babbling an answer to a question he technically hasn’t even asked yet.

Off of his own laughter, because he realizes that you’re giving him the answer he was expecting, Mat asks, “will you marry me? Give me all the best days and -“

He’s cut off when you shout a ‘yes!’ and throw yourself against his chest, arms around his neck and mouth covering his in fervent, excited kisses. In between peppering his face in kisses, you keep repeating “yes, yes, oh my god! Mat! I love you so much.”

Mat’s arms are tight around your back, keeping you held close to his chest, and he laughs against your mouth, entire face scrunched up with happiness while you kiss him. “Want your ring?” He mumbles the question, words muffled by your mouth on his.

You lean back in his arms, eyes wide and still glassy with tears, nodding eagerly. “Yes, please!” You hold out your left hand and Mat slides the ring home - a perfect fit. The sunlight glitters off the diamond as you twist your hand in the air, a stupid grin on your face. “Mat, god, it’s gorgeous. Holy shit, I love you.”

His laughter fills the air and he presses a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Aren’t you glad I woke you up this morning?” He teases, bracing an arm around your lower back so he can sit back on his ass and you can straddle his lap. No chance you’re letting go of him just yet.

“Oh yeah,” you nod like a bobble head, still looking at the ring on your finger. It’s surreal, you’re engaged to Mat, you’re going to be his wife! He’s going to be your husband! “Best reason for an early morning wake up.” A wild giggle bubbles up in your chest. “I can’t believe it, we’re engaged!”

You cup his cheeks with both of your hands and pull his face to yours for a kiss, your lips turned up in a permanent grin. Mat rests his forehead against yours when you break apart, your hands still holding his face.

“One more surprise,” he tells you.

“There’s a bottle of champagne in that cooler?” You joke, brushing the tip of your nose against his.

“Okay,” Mat chuckles, “two more surprises.”

“Lay it on me, you big romantic,” you wiggle happily on his lap, the fizzy excitement of Mat’s proposal making you feel a little lightheaded.

Mat’s hands trace a lazy path up and down your sides, slipping under your sweater and ghosting over your warm skin until his fingertips are brushing the undersides of your breasts, making you inhale sharply and arch into his touch. “Y’know how we’re going to visit my parents in a few days?” He asks, turning his head so he can kiss your palm.

It’s hard to concentrate with his hands on your body, but you manage a faint nod.

“We’re taking a little detour to Punta Cana first,” Mat says, punctuating his words with a kiss to your lips. “I wanted to make sure I got to see my gorgeous fiancée in a skimpy little white bikini as soon as possible after proposing.”

“Oh, do you?” You giggle, kissing his cheek. “When do we leave?”

Mat lifts his left wrist up so he can look at his watch. He squints at the face and you can see him doing the mental math before he says, “like thirteen hours?”

“Seriously?” You lean back, face scrunched up, shocked at the quick departure. “You must’ve been really convinced that I was going to say yes,” you tease.

“I know that you’re nuts for me,” Mat smirks, leaning forward to kiss the argument right out of your mouth, his fingers expertly twisting over your nipple and making you melt in his lap, pliant and horny. He licks into your mouth and you lean closer against his chest, pressing Mat back against the back of the passenger seat, the heat of his cock pressing against your core while you rock over his lap.

While you’re making out like horny teenagers, Mat’s phone vibrates incessantly in the cup holder in the center console. Mat laughs into your mouth and breaks away with a gasp, “that’ll be everyone waiting to see what you said.”

Licking at your swollen, chapped lips, you reach around Mat and grab his phone, the screen lit up with dozens of messages. “Did you tell everyone that you were proposing?” You ask, scanning the messages from the guys and spotting a few from Sydney too.

“Uh, yeah?” Mat plucks his phone from your hands. “I needed Syd and Holly to pack your bag for you and I liked the positive encouragement. You would not believe how many wife guys are in that locker room.”

“I believe it,” you assure him, beaming and holding your left hand up by your face when he turns the camera on you. “Selfie time, Mr. Barzal.”

You smush your cheek right next to his, matching cheesy grins on your faces when Mat snaps the picture, sending it off to the group chat. You tuck your face into Mat’s neck, breathing quietly and inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne.

“Hey,” you murmur against his skin, getting his attention, “I’m really excited to be your wife.”

Mat’s chin knocks gently against your forehead. “I’m really excited to be your husband,” he replies, hugging you to his chest. “Ready to start FaceTiming everyone?”

“Hmm,” you hum, brushing your nose against Mat’s neck, “can it just be us for a few more minutes?”

“Yeah, it can,” Mat agrees, tossing his phone back into the driver’s seat and tangling his legs with yours. He plays with the ring on your finger, running his thumb over the band. The diamond catches the sunlight and you watch it sparkle, casting rainbows on the roof of the car.

The waves keep crashing and now there are some seagulls making noise outside too.

Mat’s heart beats steadily at your back and it’s the perfect way to start the next chapter in your lives.

[harrywavycurly]

Do you think Eddie would tell Wayne about reader wanting a double date?? How would that go?👀 I know Wayne would knock some sense into him!😂❤️

Hiii lovey!!! So I wasn’t sure if I was gonna actually post this or not but I’m in a really good mood so I’m gonna give y’all this (sorry it’s at a random ass time lol) so I hope y’all enjoy💖

-find all things Trouble Next Door here✨

*also idk if it’s just me but this lowkey might make you sad? I hope not though!*

“She wants to do what now?” ��A double date…she thinks it’ll help us move on or something.” “Move on? From…Chrissy and Steve or…” “please don’t start Wayne.” “Sorry…so what are you gonna do?” “Since when have I ever told her no? She seems really set on the idea…been talking about it for the last day or two.” “Who is she thinking of asking on this date?” “No fucking clue…she hasn’t mentioned anyone for her or for me.” “You’re letting her pick who you go on a date with? Damn son…you’ve really got it bad huh?” “I just want her to be happy…that’s all I’ve always wanted for her…really thought Steve was gonna be it for her…fucking asshole.” “But what about you? What’s gonna make you happy Eddie?” “Being in her life..anyway I can.” “How long has it been?” “How long has it been since…what?” “How long have you been in love with her?” “Oh uhm…I uh…I don’t know?” “You don’t know? So it’s been that long then?” “I know there was this moment when I turned sixteen and just got the van…I remember picking her up and just driving around because I was just so excited to be driving on my own and wanted to take her somewhere…I rolled the windows down and had the music up loud and she…she looked over at me with this huge grin on her face and her hair was blowing everywhere and…and I remember wondering if her eyes always had that sort of glow to them when she smiled…and if her laugh always sounded like a melody to a song that I could listen to over and over again…I almost ran a stop sign because I just…couldn’t look away from her.” “Eddie…” “I love her…so fucking much and…and I just want her to be happy Wayne…I need her to be happy.” “What if you’re the one that’ll make her happy? She deserves to know how you’ve been feeling son.” “It’s pointless…She told me she loved Steve more than she loved me.” “Well he was her husband…and she doesn’t know how you feel so maybe she just hasn’t had her moment like you did in the van at sixteen yet…because maybe she doesn’t want to risk loosing you? Have you thought about that?” “I don’t know…” “you deserve to be happy just as much as she does…I think you owe it to yourself to get your feelings out there in the open before you have to watch her be with someone else who we both know won’t be good enough.” “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” “What if she does?…we both know either way you’re gonna cry so might as well just rip the bandaid off and see what happens.” “I hate to say it…but you’re right…” “damn straight I am…now come on…coffees getting cold.”

[lightlycareless]

Valentine's day '24 special — pt. 2

sequel to this.

Heya everyone!!! Sorry for the delay, you will not believe what happened to me 💀 I was intending to upload this much earlier, but by some strange reason my neighborhood just didn't have electricity anymore—for hours. BUT It's finally back, and with it, the second part of my valentine's day special :>

I won't say much, except that the whole plot turned to be quite different than what I envisioned; will I say I didn't like it? No, I feel like it was according to the character's personality and such, very... teenage awkwardness 😂🤭

Anyways, I won't say much anymore, outside of the warnings: highschool au. no major ones. angst. a jealous/possessive naoya.

Without further a do, happy reading, and happy valentine's day!

taglist: @sureconfused

You weren’t the only one excited for this day, by far, albeit for other… reasons.

Made into a well-kept secret, Naoya, heir of the Zen’in, was impatiently waiting for the day he’d effectively label himself as the best catch there ever was—

And win your affection.

Although he’ll have to admit that achieving this feat wasn’t all too easy as he once expected, less with the unwanted advancements valentine’s day brought upon.

Was it a matter of not getting chocolates? Even with his reputation, he still managed to bag a few. Naoya was handsome and rich after all, things that didn’t necessarily need to intertwine with a good personality in order for someone to like him. One has to be blind for that!

The problem here was that none of the gifts he got that day belonged to you, and that put him in a very, very bad mood.

More so when learning that Geto was the one stealing his rightful spot.

“How come he got chocolates from her, and not me?!” Naoya would cry to his best friend, Ranta, as soon as classes were over. The poor kid, although miles away and safeguarded by the other side of the line, still recoiled in surprise by his tone. “What, suddenly I’m not good enough for Y/N?!”

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily, Naoya.” Ranta attempts to comfort him, whatever he can through his friend’s frantic state anyways. “From what you told me, Geto is really popular, right?”

“I’m popular too.” Naoya quickly responds.

«But not for the right reasons» Ranta holds his tongue from saying, instead, he sighs.

“Just take it as what it was—a popular guy getting chocolates; that’s all. He must’ve gotten a thousand, he probably didn’t even notice.”

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t. Naoya is quickly irritated by the notion of your efforts being disregarded.

“I would’ve noticed!”

“Then do it.” Ranta says, Naoya frowns, confused. “White day is next month; it’ll be the perfect moment to let her know of your feelings!”

“What?—no. She has to come to me.” He corrected, Ranta does his best to not groan out of exasperation.

“Naoya, have you even spoken to her, outside of jujutsu stuff?”

Nope. Not at all. And yet, Naoya already envisioned you’d be the one he’d marry.

“Then start by something simple.” Ranta continues. “A letter telling her your feelings and how you’d like to know her better can go a long way.”

“But I don’t—men aren’t supposed to do that.”

“Well, what you won’t, maybe Geto will.”

“…I dare you to say that in front of my face.”

Ranta knows he’ll live to regret it later, but honestly, it was the only way he could get Naoya to actually do something about this growing infatuation he’d long determined to be more than a mere attraction.

He’s never seen his friend so… whipped for anyone before, ever, to the point of spending most, if not all, of their conversations talking about her.

There was even a moment where Ranta felt like he was unwittingly third wheeling, and they weren’t even dating yet!

But putting that aside, this could be a positive influence on Naoya’s life too. Perhaps you could soften his edges or make him a better person! —The way his mood improves whenever you’re in his mind is something he could get used to.

Except this time, of course, but that’s within reason (even for Ranta, Naoya’s jealousy still adds up.)

So, after the right motivation (or more like threat), Naoya begins to write down the perfect letter to demonstrate his feelings and intentions with you.

Or tries to.

Naoya has never considered himself particularly the best when it came to showing vulnerability, even though he’s taken countless classical literature courses many would’ve assumed amounted to something—

But like a true man in love, the things he once impossible were nothing but small hindrances along the way.

And soon, here he is, letter in hand as he heads over to the small booth Mei Mei set up for her stupid Cupid Mail thing she set up or whatever she called it—coincidentally, the perfect way to deliver his missive.

Because obviously, beneath his exuberant overconfidence, Naoya is actually very, very shy when it comes to approaching you.

“Off to confess your feelings for darling Y/N?” Mei Mei asks with a sly smirk that passes undetected to him, ass well as her words, once arriving.

“Yes, I ought to before anyone—wait, where did you even get that—”

“I have my ways.” She interrupts. But to anyone with eyes, it was nothing less than obvious. “Anyways, you know my price when it comes to keeping secrets.”

It’s not the first time he’s used her services, and it seems it wouldn’t be the last either.

“Whatever—just—send this letter for me. To Y/N.”

“Hmm… it’ll be ¥1500 please.”

“To send a letter?!” he cries. “What are you going to do, have it signed by the emperor??”

“No, but for people that already have lots of letters piled up, I tend to charge an extra fee—and an additional one if you want it to be first in line.”

“…what?” Naoya breathes.

“What? Thought you were the only one that liked her?” she snickers.

“What do you mean she has piled up letters?” Naoya asks, and having to repeat her words made his heart sink further into his stomach. “From who?!”

“That’s confidential, Zen’in-san.” Mei Mei discloses. “I can’t risk the identity of my clients—”

“How much do you want?” He counters; not buying her sudden righteousness, not even for a second.

“¥100,000”

“Fine, just—”

“Per letter.”

Naoya’s eye twitches at the outrageous bank statement he’d later have to defend before his family.

But even then, he feels no regret when it comes to knowing who could be having the upper hand against him and seize it.

“Here—take whatever you want but let me see who’s sending her letters.”

Mei Mei grins once Naoya sends her a money transfer equivalent to the 15 people that had written out their feelings for you (allegedly), happily obliging when handing over the missives for his open scrutiny, alongside some silly gifts that made him wonder if he also should’ve gotten you something more than just a paper.

However, that thought doesn’t last longer than a few seconds when his eyes fall on the names of the senders. The familiarity of one catching his attention to the fullest, blood running cold upon acknowledging the depth of your relationship with him, and what this could mean for his own advances.

Nanami.

Your proclaimed best friend…

Had sent you a letter, because more likely, he liked you.

…

Naoya didn’t bother to ask Ranta for advice for he already knew what to do. Or at least what his heart was pushing him to commit.

“She’s quite the popular one, isn’t she? Must be because of her siblings—”

“How much to not send anything to her?”

“Oh.” Mei Mei’s eyes glinted with greed and surprise. Although her interest mostly dwelled on the first. “Don’t tell me the great Naoya Zen’in is feeling threatened.”

Or more like afflicted.

“Just tell me how much. And so no one else can send her anything either.”

She smiles—Mei Mei couldn’t believe it was that easy to hit jackpot, but she won’t complain.

“A million.”

“Done.”

“Are you still sending the letter?” she still asks, shamelessly, as if she hadn’t just secured her living for the foreseeable future.

“Yes.”

Although not by itself anymore.

Understanding the sensibility in which he’d greatly miscalculated the intervention of others, Naoya rushes to make himself stand out by all means possible, as well as show just how strong his determination was to be with you.

Thus, the plushies he heard were of your liking, your favorites, or simply reminded him of you, soon began to make their way to him, settling the first foundations of the boxes he was to send you.

Alongside the sweets he’s seen you bring along for lunch, either through the nearest vending machine or gifted from your siblings and friends—didn’t matter how, just that you loved them.

To add a twist, jewelry was also included. Ones he thought would look great on you, both representing a piece of his immeasurable wealth, and his undying affection for you.

And lastly, but not least, roses. Flowers that were prided on for their beauty and significance, the perfect way to profess one’s feelings and cement them as real—he found no personal use behind them, not when he thought you much more alluring, but if necessary…

Amongst the other gifts Mei Mei managed to sneak in, like a true visionaire, for her financial gain.

Down to the smallest detail, everything was intricately planned for White Day to unfold: yes, even their tardy arrival.

The reason why Naoya chose the end of the day to deliver his countless gifts was simply because he thought he’d make a greater impression this way, give you something to think about after a long day of boring work and once back in your room.

To keep your mind completely on him, wondering who was attentive enough to bless you with all these gestures…

And of course, making you smile, cheeks flustered and face beaming in the same beautiful way that always mesmerized him—just like now.

“I… I can’t believe it.” You’d whisper to yourself while overlooking your gifts one more time; gaze lost in the ocean of sweets, flowers, and jewelry alike. There were just too many, you simply didn’t know where to start!

Or how to take them with you.

“I, uh… I think I’m going to need help to move them to my dorm” you say, eyes circling back to Mei Mei. “Do you think you can—oh.”

But she was already gone, possibly to complete more of her money-hungry schemes, such as convincing Satoru to spend more money on Suguru, or scam an innocent, unsuspecting student to confess their feelings to their crush, whom she knows has no chance with, via her postal service, or not. Mei Mei was always a mystery.

What was not a mystery, was the unwitting companionship she left you behind with, an astonished crowd slowly surrounding you the moment the first gift graced your hands, all in a similar state of disbelief, if not jealousy—

Alongside a fascinated admirer.

“Oh, how am I going to move all this—”

“Let me help you.” Keeping a close eye at a distance, Naoya sees this opportunity as his moment, and steps in.

“Naoya!” You gasp, startled by his unexpected appearance, a rare occurrence unless it involved sorcery manners, or Satoru. “I didn’t see you get here, where did you come from?”

“My class just finished, and I was heading back to the dorms.” He explains—a blatant lie, considering the teacher didn’t show up because of a date, or so many theorized. “What’s with all the gifts?”

“I know, right? Can you believe they’re all for me??” you bubbled—grabbing on the compliment bait he’d thrown. “But they don’t come with a sender.”

“Really? How weird…” Naoya plays along, wanting to hear more of your enthusiastic praises. “You don’t think it’s from a creep or something, right?”

“I don’t to think so... I don’t want to think it was.” You say, twisting your lips in concern. Naoya then quietly scolds himself for foolishly planting the seed of doubt in your mind. “Anyways, I thought it was sweet.”

As if he couldn’t fall more in love with you. Naoya smiles.

“I’m glad you did.”

For the slightest of seconds, you press your brows together, finding his words to be a bit odd, if not contradictory, to his previous statement—almost as if he were somewhat involved.

“Thanks…?”

“So…” Naoya says, walking over to one of the many baskets and picking them up. “What do you think of this?”

Even when finding his sudden interest odd, since he never struck you as the kind of person to care about these “silly” (his words) situations, you agree to indulge him only because he’s helping you.

And because this is so in-your-face, you really couldn’t blame him for being curious.

“About the gifts?” You ask.

Guess the weird part of it is that he’s insisting so much. Wasn’t your previous answer enough?

“Yeah.”

“Well, I told you; it was sweet.” You repeat, leading him towards your dorm. “And even though the mystery surrounding the sender adds a layer of romanticism to these gifts, I really want to know who did it.”

“For what?” Naoya pushes forward—all because in his mind, he thinks you’ve now unknowingly fallen for him too, and wants to confirm it.

“Oh, uh—I’m just curious! I mean, I’m human, you know?” you explain with a chuckle. “Don’t you feel the same way when this happens?”

Then, something in your mind clicked.

“No—Naoya, don’t tell me you didn’t get anything?!” you gasp.

«From the one I want, no.» he wishes to say, but it felt redundant to do so.

“I didn’t ask that.” Naoya responds instead, words that sting you, although not so much anymore, since you’ve long accepted that he can be quite… crude when he doesn’t want to talk about something.

“…Sorry.” You murmur, moving forward. Something so nice shouldn’t be ruined by his inability to socialize like a normal human being. “But… yeah, I guess I’m just curious. I mean, I’ve never gotten so many things like this before, it almost feels like I’m undeserving!”

“You’re not.”

You frown once again—why is he acting so weird, today, of all days?

“Well, at least I won’t have to buy sweets for a long time now.” You say with a smile, already savoring the delicacies before you. “Although the mochi are not making it past today! How did they even know taro was my favorite?”

And there was still one last thing for you to see—his letter.

Naoya was planning on giving it to you once arriving at your dorm, but your excitement, alongside your beautiful beaming smile, and your glistening eyes, pushed him to act now.

“Y/N.” Naoya says, a stern tone that makes you stop and turn around.

“Hm?”

“…What would you do if I… told you I knew who sent all these gifts?”

“You do?” you breathe. His heart clenches with longing.

“Hypothetically.” Naoya says. Even if he’s absolutely confident he wants to do this, there’s still a part of him, although very small, that fills him with hesitance. He can’t be judged for wanting to be cautious, right?

“Oh, well, if that’s the case… I’d like to thank him first.” You respond. “Although a bit exaggerated, it was still the nicest gesture I’ve gotten in a while. And it definitely made my day! I was just about to head to my room to whine about not getting anything, haha! Anyways… what I mean to say is, I’d like to thank them and… maybe even get to know them bett—”

“Me.” Naoya says without further precedent, you blink.

“What?”

“Me. It was me. I sent the gifts.” He reiterated, through the sudden knot forming in his throat and the rising heat of his cheeks.  “I’m the one you want to thank. The one that sent everything: from the box in your hands, to the rest of the things in your dorm.”

Naoya was wholeheartedly expecting you to glee and cheer now that the revelation was, open the door for the relationship he envisioned would begin from this day forward…

And not your following reaction.

“That’s—that’s a good one, Naoya!” You laugh nervously. “You almost got me there!”

If he didn’t know any better, it would seem you were attempting to hide disappointment. And your once dreamy laughter became his absolute nightmare.

“I’m not joking.” Naoya justifies, growing defensive of what little dignity he had left.

“Oh…” murmur, chuckle slowly subsiding while opening way to your true emotions, filling you with tension at the one outcome he never considered palpable.

“Were you expecting someone else?” He dares to ask, with an accusatory tone that lets you know you’ve stung a nerve.

And as much as honesty seemed to be the most intimidating path to take, it was still the right one.

“I—I mean… yeah.” You anxiously admit, his frown deepens.

“So, what? Even with my gifts, I’m still not good enough for you?”

“What? No! That’s not it, Naoya!” Your voice trembles—regretful for the misinterpretation of your words; but truth to be told, there was no amount of assertiveness that could’ve mended Naoya’s slowly breaking heart.

“Then what is it?” influenced by a thousand reasons, he goes with the most hurtful one. “It’s someone else, isn’t it? Was it Nanami?”

“What does he have to do with anything?” you cautioned.

“Nothing.” He rushes to cover, thankfully for him, you seem to drop the subject all together. “Why does it seem so shocking I got you these things? Weren’t you say how much liked them a few minutes ago? Or how much you wanted to thank the person behind them?”

“I didn’t—I mean… I’m still grateful for the gifts, but… I have to be honest.” You thread carefully, heart on your throat. “I don’t… know you. And you don’t know me, either.”

“What do you mean you don’t know me? We’ve worked together before, hadn’t we?”

“Naoya… We barely talk to each other outside of class, and—and… forgive me if I don’t believe your interest in me, but what am I supposed to think after the way you act whenever I’m around?”

“What way??”

While the rest of the world seemed to be nothing but acknowledging of Naoya’s infatuation with you, if not irritated by your obliviousness—

All this time, you were seeing the other side of the coin.

Starting from the silent way he’d stare at you, a piercing gaze that made you feel miniscule, scrutinized, urging you to leave his sight as soon as possible.

Followed by the irritation in his face whenever you’d interact with someone else, as if wondering where you’d get the audacity to interact with his fellow classmates, or anyone at all.

Adding the way he’d swiftly avoid you when accidentally bumping into you—uttering a quick watch out before leaving you to your own devices, careless to bother checking if you were hurt, or not.

And now, the defensiveness in which he took your skepticism.

Was it surprising that you didn’t believe his intentions? From your point of view, it was only obvious.

But to him, it was the highest of distresses.

Guess explaining his behavior towards you up to that point would amount to nothing.

Why would he bother wasting his breath affirming to you that the only reason why he did all those things was because he was afraid of approaching you? Ignorant on how to make you like him? Or because he was jealous of others?

…when he’s already ruined everything, anyways?

“I thank you for all the beautiful things you got me, Naoya, but… I think they’re better off with someone you do like.” You say, looking down at the box, before moving it closer to him. “Besides, we both know I’m not your type.”

“Not my type? What’s that supposed to mean?”

From the rumors surrounding him, to his behavior, it was the only conclusion you could get at.

But more precisely, the continuously proved reputation he’s got of dating girls only to dump them a few days later.

While he might be exceptional when it comes to giving gifts, you were looking for something a bit more… long term, permanent, in the emotional department.

And to you, Naoya was just not that kind of person.

The silence between the two gave you enough time to define your next step.

“I can give you the things back if you want—”

“No, keep them, I got them with you in mind anyways, what good will it do to give them to someone else?” He frowns, his heart effectively shattered at this point. “Or throw them away, I don’t care.”

That would be the last time you’d see Naoya that week, who’d still helped you move all of the gifts towards your dorm and placing them just outside the door before retreating to what you supposed to be the city—no doubt in your mind that he already had other plans for the day, just staying around to see if he could try his luck with you, before going to plan B.

After all, a man like him surely couldn’t settle for just one person, a date being nothing but a box to check in his routine.

And you were surprisingly accurate—

If you were referring to the Naoya who hadn’t met you yet.

Because since you arrived in his life, you’re all he thinks of. All he could bother to care for, day and night, he only longed to be with you.

But after today, he’s not sure if this is even something he wishes to continue doing. If there’s even hope for someone like him, who’s ruined all his chances—a purpose to fight for.

A friendship with you is the last thing he could expect to happen now, especially after the gruesome conclusion you granted him. Perhaps there was never even a reason to start off from, only his delusions longing for something better.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, this was only the beginning.

Ok so I do feel a bit guilty for going down the angsty path BUT hear me out, it makes sense!!! naoya is the kind of person to make up this whole life with you and he hasn't even spoken with you lol.

outside of that, the beauty of oneshots is that I can literally write 10000 versions of this same scenario 😏 I already have another one in mind, but I'll postpone it to after the other requests I have on my ask.

Either way, I still hope you enjoyed this piece :> Happy valentines day!!

Take care, and hope to see you around ❤️

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (15)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual implications

Genre: Angst/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 5K

<Chapter 14

15. Stargazing

He’s a huge fan of ballroom dancing

asked me to dance during the hotel’s party

😱😱😱

what happened?

uhhh

he just breathed on my face??

😂😂😂

oh! he squeezed my waist when he dipped me

Oooh. didn’t know the RD was freaky 😉

good job.

“Spill,” Angel Dust trapped Voe in a corner

“Spill what?” She feigned innocence

“You know what! You fuckin’ Smiles?” 

“What?” She slipped out of the corner he had her in and started walking away ��I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie, Niffty told us she saw him go in your room and then heard moaning and shakin’ last night.”

She furrowed her brows and looked down “Niffty, what the fuck?”

She giggled maniacally “The noises help me sleep.” Her tone is eerie as hell

“Despite what Niffty may or may not have been eavesdropping to, I deny all claims I am being accused of. Besides, even if she did hear those things who say it was fucking?”

Angel looked around like she was an idiot “What else would y’all be doin’?”

“Maybe talking? If you wanna know so bad, you should ask him.”

“I am not asking Freaky Face about what he does with his dick!” He makes that last part a whisper

“Well then I guess you’re outta luck pal.” She shrugs 

Normally she’d have no issues discussing who she was fucking and how, but among the pillow talk, Alastor had outlined one specific request for her. 

“May I ask a favor of you, my dear?”

She turned her head to him as she lay on her stomach “Hmm?”

“I’m well aware of your tendency to gossip, but I require that you refrain from telling anyone about this, or any of these ‘excursions’ we will have.”

“Mhmm. Why? Are you ashamed of me?” She asks teasingly

He pokes out his nose, opening one eye “I believe that this is something intimate and there are some things you just shouldn’t discuss with others. We are the only ones who need to know about this, clear?”

“Alright,” she says before lulling off into sleep.

When she awoke, he and his clothes were gone. No trace of him ever having been there. She wondered how this day would go when she saw him. How would he act around her now? She was lowkey excited to see him, but it was Angel she ran into first.

“C’mon, I won’t tell nobody!” Angel tried to bargain with her

“There’s nothing to tell,” Voe crossed her arms and tried to keep her smirk down, but she wasn’t sure if she was succeeding

“You know what, whatever. It’ll slip. I’ll get you one day toots,”

She turns her back to him “Mhmm,”

“Or I could find out about it from somewhere else,”

“Uhuh, sure.”

Voe’s ears twitch wildly when she hears Alastor come down the stairs. His grin was wider than ever before, looking refreshed and well-rested, despite most likely not having slept. He stands tall as he reaches the parlor and approaches Charlie in conversation.

“Well well well, look who it is!” Angel turned to Voe “He looks different, wouldn’t you agree toots? A lot fresher and brighter huh?”

“Yes, indeed.”

She watched him past Angel where he was engrossed in his conversation with the princess. He kept stealing glances at her however, his eyes darting towards her direction on multiple occasions, and he adjusted his collar, adjusting his grin almost imperceptively to something more smug. Voe approaches the two of them with intention.

“Sorry Charlie, I need to borrow Alastor for a moment,” Voe interjects

“Oh, no problem!” Charlie goes over to the other side of the room

Alastor turns his attention to the doe, his smile turning playful “Good morning,”

“Good morning to you as well, sir!” Voe’s eyes brighten when she looks at him

His hands are placed squarely behind his back as he leans slightly forward “What is it that you need, my dear?”

“I seem to be missing a certain garment that I distinctly remember leaving on my bedroom floor.” she whispers “Any idea of where it might be?”

He puts his finger on his chin “And just why do you think that I would be aware of the location of that garment?”

“I just thought as the facility manager, you would make it your business to know what goes on in these halls…and in these rooms,”

“Unfortunately my dear, I seem to have let this one thing slip through my fingers. I am dreadfully sorry, I promise to do much better next time.”

She steps closer, her voice lowering in volume “I also figured you would know considering that your clothes were missing right along with it.”

“Why would my clothes be in your bedroom?”

Voe’s eyes and smile widen, thoroughly amused by this conversation. She gestures for him to bend down and he does “I never took you for a panty thief my good sir,” she smirks

“Whatever are you referring to my Belle?” His eyes glint with mischief “I do not recall any thievery on my part.” He leans in to whisper directly into her ear “I will say however, that if I were to be the culprit that..collected your undergarments, then it would not have been for the thrill of theft, but for their delectable scent.”

She was a little frustrated because that pair made her feel extra sexy, but also amused that he was that obsessed with how she smelled. 

“I don’t think Charlie would be happy to know that her facility manager is stealing from guests rooms,”

He leans forward on his cane “I also don’t think Charlie would be happy to know a certain guest is sleeping with her father,”

She gasps “Bite me,” she shot at him

“Careful my dear, I just might.” Alastor’s golden grin shined in the light

“Ugh, yes Daddy” Voe moans with absolutely no change in expression

“I swear they’re fuckin’” Angel whispered to Husker over at the bar

Husk has his back to the spider “Nah, boss doesn’t fuck,”

“There’s something different about ‘em can’t you see it?”

The cat glances over at the pair “All I see is a sick freak toying with his food. And the food’s too head over heels to notice.”

“Aww c’mon, he can’t possibly be changing?”

Husk stares at Angel, sliding him a drink, his expression not changing “She’s not that special. Nobody is.”

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Walking back to her room, Voe spots Niffty stabbing at the carpet, chasing after a particularly quick bug, and is completely overjoyed when she finally catches it. She laughed maniacally and didn’t seem to notice Voe standing and watching.

She approaches the little cyclops “Hi Niffty,”

She looks up, holding the bug on her needle “Hi Mommy!” she pants and waves the needle

“I haven’t checked in with you in a while. How are you?” she squats in front of the little demon, genuinely interested in her conversation

“I’m good. I got a bug! See?” she shows it to Voe

She smiles, backing away from the needle “Now you can it to your puppet show,”

“No! That’s old news! Now I’m making roach kabobs! For everyone!”

Voe purses her lips “Hmm. Can I ask you something?”

“No, I don’t do anything while you sleep! I just watch,” she waves her off

“Well, uh no. Not that. Now I’m definitely buying that padlock. But why did you tell Angel that you heard moaning and shaking in my room?”

“Because I did!”

“Right, but why did tell him that?”

She giggles “Why not?”

Voe sits on the floor “What did you think it was?”

“You having sexy times with a bad boy!”

“You mean, Lucifer?”

She taps her chin “There are lots of bad boys in Hell!”

“Who else do you call a bad boy?”

“Lots of people!”

“Like who?”

“Lucifer, Husk, Alastor. They’re all my bad boys!”

She tilts her head “Is that why you let him own you? Because he’s a bad boy?”

“No!”

“Why then?”

Niffty thinks for a few minutes “I have no idea!” she laughs “I don’t remember!”

Voe smiles “But he treats you well, yes?”

She nods “Yep! Alastor is very nice! He listens to me talk! Sometimes I climb on his head! Or I show him the bugs I’ve collected! But he won’t let me take some of his hair though,”

“How long have you known Alastor?”

“My entire life!”

“Hmm?”

Niffty nods “Mhmm! Forever and ever and ever!”

“And how do you feel about him?”

“He is the sweetest guy!”

“But he’s a bad boy?”

“Yeah…” she grins menacingly

Voe leans forward “How do you feel about me?”

“You’re wonderful Mommy!” Niffty hugs her leg

Voe puts her hand on the smaller woman’s back “Niffty, why do you call me Mommy?”

She perks up “Because Alastor is like dad! So you’re like Mom!”

“How so?”

“You argue and fight like you’re married, and you can’t stay away from each other!” Niffty crawls up her leg and bites it.

Voe only mildly reacts to the bite “Do you think I like Alastor?”

“No! I think he likes you! Just like my real Mom and Dad!” Niffty steps on Voe’s lap and rips out a piece of her hair

“Ah! FUCK!” Voe rubs her scalp

Niffty scampers off “For my collection! Good night Mommy!”

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“So are you actually not going to give them back?” she comes up behind Alastor as they both descend the stairs, her on a higher step

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, Alastor,”

His ears tilt back “I’m afraid I don’t, my dear”

“My panties Alastor! My panties!”

He turns around quickly and places a finger to his lips “Shh. Remember what I asked of you, my dear?”

She lowers her voice “You have to give them back eventually,”

“And why would that be? If I had them,”

She leans forward, closer to his face “They’ll stop smelling like me eventually. Then what will you do?”

“I suppose that if I had your undergarments, I could throw them out once they stopped smelling so fondly,”

She stomps “No! Give them back!” she pouts “That’s my sexy pair!”

“You don’t need undergarments to be sexy,” he waves her off

She runs in front of him “So I’m already sexy?” she winks

He fakes shock “You didn’t know?” he walks past

She blushes, running to keep up with him. “I talked to Niffty last night?”

“Mhmm?”

“She said you’re ‘like dad’ and that I’m ‘like mom’”

Alastor stops in his tracks and turns his head downward “And what else did she say?”

Voe suddenly felt a bit self-conscious, now directly under the demon’s gaze, which was strange given that they had now been past the point where they had seen each other naked.

It takes her a moment to gather her words “Just that we remind her of her real parents,” she told him

Alastor turns his head back up to look forward and says “Hmm,”

Oddly enough, though she had gone into the interaction with the intention of telling him everything, seeing his piercing gaze made her want to keep part of it to herself. Specifically, the part where Niffty said that he likes her. She didn’t want reality to come in and ruin it. She wanted to live, at least a little longer, with the idea that he liked her for a little while longer. She didn’t want to admit that she wanted him to like her, but she also didn’t want him to say something mean and shatter the glass so to speak, or hurt her feelings. So she let him walk away, content with her imagination, at least for now

“Hey, toots!” Angel ran up to her breathing slightly heavily, breaking her fantasy

She stands up straight “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I got something, that you gotta see!” He grabs her arm, not waiting for an answer, and drags her out of the hotel, down the hill, past the broken streets, the blazing sidewalks, and the raging turf wars to the center of Pentagram City. Once they reach it, he lets her arm go. Voe looks around and sees the same old violence and chaos as always.

“What Angel, I see this all the time,” she flattens her brows in frustration

He rolls his eyes “I know that you’re so close to the ground, but look up toots!”

She purses her lips but obliges to his instructions. Upon looking up she saw a tall building adorned with an ostentatious billboard atop it, the billboard reading ‘Respectless by Velvette’, on a white background, and to the right side was the photo of her from the photoshoot she had done with the other models, with her squatting in the pink two-piece with her back to the camera and her face turned towards it. On the right side was her posing with the hot pink whip. 

Voe was absolutely speechless staring at herself up there on that sign. She looked at Angel who grinned at her, then looked back at the billboard, she couldn’t believe this was real. A demon bumped into her when walking past and Angel yelled “Hey you walking into a celebrity here!” he pointed up to the billboard

She scoffs at first and then she sees Voe’s face and gasps “Are you Voe the Beau?”

“Yeah!” Voe answers almost more excited than she

“Can I get an autograph?”

“Yeah!” she looks around for something to write with and Angel materializes a marker

“Word to the wise, always carry a sharpie,” he winks at her “You’re gonna need it,”

The demon opens her jacket, implying that she wants Voe to sign her boobs and Voe does, her mind disconnected from her body as other demons stopped to stare and started walking up to her more and more of them asking for autographs and selfies.

The next two weeks were a blur. Suddenly she was everywhere and everyone wanted something from her. She was on the news, in the paper, on taxis in magazines, follower count blowing up, and brand deals on Sinstagram. If this was everything she could get just from telling her boss some little teeny facts about Alastor, then it was worth it. Even Alastor himself would agree that was a fair trade, she convinced herself. Her face was everywhere. She knew that it would all be fine, and it was a dream. HER dream and nothing could ruin it for her.

he hasn’t admitted to it yet, but i swear he stole my panties

ew creepy 

def telling Vox 😭

Voe didn’t know how to respond to that message, she’d meant it as something to laugh at, she didn’t see it as something creepy at all, but maybe she was wrong.

“Voe,” Alastor calls from the top of the stairs, she looks up from her phone to face him “I require your immediate assistance.”

Voe takes her time climbing up the stairs to him. “Yes?” She asks once she gets to him. He snaps, sending them to her room. 

She sighs “What do you need?”

She’s slammed against the wall and rushed with hands, lips, and teeth all over her body. Alastor wasted no time this go round, he knew what he needed and how to get it. 

There was no talking this time, only the sounds of wet slapping and heavy breathing. As she moans he slides his tongue into her open mouth and their lips collide, he swallows her loud moans, her kissing him back with her plump soft lips, mouths moving in sync. She grabs his hair as they kiss, needing something to hold onto while he went to town in her pussy.

He raises his head to growl “Vera…” in her ear and she grips his body tighter in response. 

Voe sits upright on the side of the bed, staring off into space. 

Alastor sneaks up behind her on the bed and leans down to her ear. “What’s wrong, my dear?” He breathes into it, caressing her arm, then diverting his attention and hands to her hair. 

Voe snaps out of her trance to say “You kissed me,” he is busy pulling her hair back from her shoulders. “You kissed me.” She repeats turning to look at him. 

“Oh, yes I suppose I did. Is there an issue?” He raises his brow, his red eyes piercing into hers. 

“You’ve never kissed me before,”

“Well sure I have!” He gestures wildly as he normally does “I kissed you on the hand when we first met!”

She turns completely around “On the lips asshole.“ she wanted to sound annoyed, but she couldn’t help but smile. “You kissed me on my lips. Multiple times,” she purses her lips “with tongue.” She accentuates the last word “I didn’t even know you knew how to do that.” She teases him 

“Well yes, I suppose that I do have some skills that others are unaware of. I am a bag of tricks”

She wasn’t listening to him at this point, his tone was that of a performance, and she wasn’t his target audience. 

“Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to see what it felt like.”

“And…”

“I would say that it’s one of the more…enjoyable things I’ve experienced.”

“So you liked it?”

It takes him a moment to answer “Yes.”

She crawls over to him on the bed “Come here,” she says

They lean into each other, lips pressing gently, then aggressively. Alastor grips her hair and Voe holds his chin as he slips his tongue into her mouth once more. When they pull apart Alastor smiles and says

“Yes. That was pleasant,”

“Have you ever thought about eating me?”

“What?”

“Well, you’re a cannibal, right? So have you ever thought about eating me?”

He ponders. “Yes,”

“Well, what stopped you?”

He flattens his brows “You’re much too pretty, my dear”

She laughs “You don’t eat me because I’m pretty?”

“Not just because you’re pretty. Because you’re too pretty. I can’t stand the idea of not having you to look at.”

“Have you ever thought that about anyone else?”

“No,”

She laughs “So you’ll look at attractive people and think ‘dinner’?”

Alastor turns over on his side “You’re thinking of it as if I consider people’s level of attractiveness when I seek to eat.”

“You considered mine,”

“Yes, but I’ve already explained that you are a special case. I do not seek attractive people when I am hungry, I seek who or whatever seems to satisfy my taste buds at the time, and I consider how hungry I am at the moment,”

“Do you also eat the meat raw?”

“Sometimes,” Alastor sits up “What about you?”

Voe raises her eyebrow “What do you mean?”

“Have you ever tasted human flesh?”

“No, it’s not on my palette, thanks.”

“You should, it’s quite delectable.”

“Yeah no, I’m good.”

“Your loss,”

She sits up with him “What exactly causes a person to decide that human flesh is their go-to meal?”

“It’s like trying a new food. Sometimes you see something that you think you might enjoy so you try it.”

“Yeah, but like why? Like, what about human flesh did you see and think ‘that might be worth a try’?” she imitates his accents

“I didn’t start cannibalism until I got to Hell. It was my sixth or seventh victim, and once you’re in Hell why not try anything?”

She purses her lips “Okay, fine. But why raw?”

“It’s got a certain satisfying slippery, slimy taste going down,”

Voe grimaces “That sounds disgusting,”

“Don’t knock it until you try it, my dear.”

She lets out a dissatisfied grunt.

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“He said that the raw meat has like a satisfying slippery feeling going down?” She offered, but the Vees rolled their eyes

“No offense love, but that’s not really news. There’s a whole town of cannibals down here in Hell, it’s not very interesting.” Velvette responded

“Do you have anything else?” Vox asked sounding on the brink of a breakdown

Valentino slivered next to her “Preferably something sexy,”

“For fuck’s sake Valentino can you stop being horny?” Velvette smacks her forehead

“No,” he wiggles his tongue at her

“I can’t believe this,” Vox starts pacing in a circle “All we asked for was some information on Alastor. I didn’t think that was SO DIFFICULT, but APPARENTLY IT IS! ARE YOU EVEN TRYING?” Vox rushes up to her face

She was startled, unable to respond by the amount of tension being up on her so quickly.

“HELLO? GOD, VELVETTE DID YOU BRING US AN IDIOT?!”

Velvette sighs “Ugh Vox, calm down! You’re giving me a headache. She’s not an idiot.” She turns to Voe “You’re telling me that you haven’t heard anything else? C’mon, now I’m vouching for you.”

Voe’s eyes dart between each of the Vees, she can feel them losing faith in her, thinking she’s stupid or incapable. She can see all that she’s worked for, all that she’s dreamed of, disappearing, and she could think of nothing.

“THIS IS A WASTE OF TIME!!” Vox puts his hands on his head “If you stop being useful at this, maybe we can use you for something else. Val?” He glances at the moth, who grins in satisfaction.

Sweat dripped down all of Voe’s crevices, under her pits, her boobs, and even her cheeks. Her whole body was warm at the terrifying thought of being owned by Valentino.

“I remembered something,” She blurts out 

The Overlords turn to her as they wait for her word.

“The housekeeper, Niffty. I was talking to her and she said that she thinks he likes me!”

“Thinks or knows?” Vox leans into her personal space

She gulps as more sweat trickles down her face “He sniffs my panties!”

The room is quiet for a second or more, and then the Vees start laughing.

“Ohh, now I know why you’ve been holding back gossip!” Voe’s eyes widen “Do you like the Radio Demon?”

“No!” She answers quickly

Valentino cackles “Aww poor Alastor,” he purrs into her ear “You’re playing him like a fiddle,” he bites his lip “You’re a bad girl” he licks her hand “Never thought I’d pity the Radio Demon,”

“Yes nothing more poetic than a woman being the one to destroy a powerful man,” Velvette’s grin is far from innocent 

“Good girl,” Vox pats her head between her ears

“But if you mess up again,” Val turns her head to him “you’re all mine.”

“Fuck off Val, you all need to get out. Not you sweetie,” she holds Voe’s arm

When the men leave, Velvette turns to her “You alright? You look like you’ve had a fright,”

Voe nods wordlessly 

“Don’t worry about them,” Velvette cups her cheek “Just focus on your mission alright? I won’t let them take you away from me, okay babe?”

Voe nods along with her, so terrified of what would happen if she didn’t start talking this more seriously.

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“Voe! Someone’s at the door for you!” Charlie yelled 

She skips down the stairs up to the front door, taking a bag from the man who’s eyes widened upon the sight of her “Excellent,” she goes to close the door. “Wait,” the delivery demon stopped her “Aren’t you Voe the Beau?”

“Yeah,” she closes the door in his face. She looks into the bag “Amazing,” Voe starts walking back up to the stairs, making eye contact with Alastor and motioning for him to follow. He does, once he approaches her he speaks

“What’s that? More fan mail or gifts?”

She turns to him “It’s actually for you,” 

Alastor raises his eyebrows and reaches for the bag, which Voe pulls away from him. “You said this it was for me, my dear.”

“It is, but I guarantee that you’re going to want to be out of earshot of everyone else when you see what it is. Send us to my room”

He places his hand on her shoulder and does as she asks, once there he removes his hand.

“Sit.” She commands, and he obliges, turning his cane into nothingness. She turns his head to make him look in the mirror “Alastor. Look at yourself. You’re tall, dark, and very hot- at least by my standards” his large grin turns smug “You’re charming and enticing. A true gentleman.” She holds his chin “practically untouchable, and radiating power. That is why I like you. You are so close to being the perfect man.” She turns his face to make him look at her “But your breath smells…like…SHIT! It’s disgusting. Smells like a dead and rotting animal took a fucking dump on your tongue and then you swallowed it, and let it ruminate. You need to brush your fucking teeth and tongue. Hell, you need to swallow the whole fucking container of mouthwash. This is not debatable. And not up for discussion. You’re sexy as fuck, but I am not kissing you again until you take care of that!”  She thrusts the tools into his hands, and his grin becomes tense, stretching the limits of what counts as a smile. 

“We have a deal, my dear. You agreed to provide me with your company.”

“That doesn’t mean I have to kiss you. I can do that without even getting close to you.” She stood in front of him defiantly “Like, what’s your beef with oral hygiene? Geez, you’d be a lot more intimidating if your breath smelled good. But whatever, you can continue to stink if you like, but that means no more kissing.” She starts to walk away, leaving him staring after her. She turns to stare back at him with a smug grin, her words oozing with power “Your choice.” 

“Alright, my dear. You’ve twisted my arm.”

She shoves the bag into his hands, it’s filled with toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, mouthwash, lip scrub, and moisturizer. He holds up the latter two things in confusion.

“What? Don’t give me that spiel about manliness. A well-groomed man is more attractive and an attractive man is more intimidating. I guarantee it. You want to send shivers down people’s spines? Brush them teeth!” He rolls his eyes “You can start now!” he exits her room with the bag in tow “Going to the bathroom I hope!” but he’s already gone, slammed the door and all. “Well, he took the stuff, that’s a good sign.”

She takes out her phone to text Velvette:

I just had to give Alastor a lesson on oral hygiene

😂

Voe heads down to bar to get herself another drink. She didn’t really drink this often while alive, but she loved to rub it into Husk that he was now obligated to make them for her. He groans when he sees her coming. She smiles at his reaction.

“You already know what I want cat man,”

Husker rolls his eyes and makes her the drink, sliding it to her forcefully, as if intentionally trying to spill it.

“Don’t do that, I wouldn’t want to have to tell your boss about you throwing a tantrum over a drink,” she tilts her head

“Calm down princess, your drink’s right there.”

“Still,” she takes a sip from it “You could’ve spilled it, and that’s not good at all.” She tsks the cat

The cat does not respond, returning to cleaning bottles as she watches him while sipping from the glass

“Was becoming a bartending cat your dream? Or did you just happen to be an alcoholic who knows how to mix drinks?”

“Did you come down here just to fuck with me?”

She thinks about the question “Yes,”

“You and Boss deserve each other,”

“What in Hell are you yapping about now cat?”

He slaps his paws on the counter “What I’m ‘yapping’ about is hearing about you and Boss fucking,”

Voe’s face drops “Where did you hear that?” she sips her drink, the rest of her body still

“Angel,”

She scoffs “Angel doesn’t know what he’s talking about,”

“And neither does Niffty?”

She looks up over her glasses “No,”

“Right. Like I said you two deserve each other. You and that sick bastard.”

She rims the glass “What’s it to you anyway?”

“Look everyone in this hotel knows that you and him are doing stuff together. Half of us just know you’re fucking and the other half can see for what it is. You trying to change and fix him into your ‘perfect toy’. It’s not gonna happen! Better find somebody else to make your new project. He is not the type to play house,” he looks away from her “Before you become his plaything,”

“He’s not a project! I’m not trying to fix him! Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe..” she slaps her hand on the bar counter “I like him fucked up?”

“But why?”

“Maybe I’m fucked up too?” 

He scoffs “You? Miss millions of followers?”

She crosses her arms “Yeah? What about it?”

“The only thing fucked up with you is that you like him,” he says cleaning the bottom of the glass

Voe leans on the bar counter “Y’all only see what I want you to see,”

“Uh huh, whatever,”

“At least I’m treated fairly,”

He laughs “You think the Vees are treating you fairly? They’re giving you what you want because you’re giving them what they want.”

She squints her eyes “How do you know?”

“You’re the only fool who doesn’t know about the Vees and decided to go and work for ‘em. You think you’re so smart but you’re not. You’re just a dumb kid who thinks she’s better than everyone else.”

“I am not dumb, nor a kid.”

“Could’ve fooled me,”

She laughs dryly “Yeah well, it’s easy to fool an alcoholic,”

Husk gives her the side eye as if responding to her would be beneath him.

“What?!”

He smirks at her “What what?”

“Why are you looking at me like that??”

“What’s the matter? You can stare at people, but I can’t stare at you?”

She purses her lips “I don’t like how you’re looking at me,”

“Aw,”

Voe slides the glass across the counter, hearing it shatter on the floor “Oops,” she says walking away from the bar.

She lies on the bed in her room, covering herself with a blanket. Even when she put the cover over the top of her head, she couldn’t help but feel so naked and vulnerable. It was uncomfortable, almost painful. She never ever wanted to feel that way again.

Chapter 16>

[silvershiningtarot]

♾️💐PAC 18+ What Would It Be Like On Your Wedding Day & Honeymoon?

🪬Take a moment to look at what pile that resonate with you. Don’t look at these pictures remember this is a general reading, take what resonates and what doesn’t.. Enjoy My lovely 😊.

Pile1:

Wedding Day: Ahh I see, okay with the Chariot card. I see some victory here, maybe you or your husband will go through some trouble, I don’t know. It seems like on your wedding day, for some of you it’s going to be a trigger, maybe for some of you still holding on to this pain still. I think that for some of you, someone would try to fuck with your wedding way! It’s going to bother you or your husband that day. Ugh it’ll be a shitty day. It seems like to me either you or your husband won’t give up on you. Because you’ll be working with your husband and vice versa. To let go of these negative energy feelings. Maybe someone got hurt or someone had passed away, they told your husband or you about it. But I got a feeling about this negative energy feeling, I don’t like it. Don’t worry you’ll get married soon but it seems like for a few of you someone will try to ruin your wedding day or even your honeymoon it might happen. Please don’t pay that shit no mind but if someone you loved had passed away then. I’m sorry because having bad news on your wedding day sucks. You’ll have your wedding day going because that negative shit won’t stop you from marrying your husband or even them. Congratulations!!! Yass!! You’ll beat this negative energy shit!! You’ll beat it, this person won’t win at all. I sense it might be a quick wedding because I think that some of you might get married in a different state. I sense out of the country probably in Ireland or Italy or somewhere on land!! Or I get for a few of you it’s a spiritual marriage, so you might be getting married in the sand. Yess! I’m just so happy for you that you won’t let it affect you or your husband because your husband would do anything in their power to help you get over this emotional feeling. Maybe you’ll have anxiety!! Probably cold feet about it. Don’t worry they’ll help you about it. They’ll help you clear your mind. If you are manifesting your wedding then it’s in progress now!! The universe is make it happen for you, but you stole your husband heart, you got your husband in your hand. I think that your husband for some of you got trust issues, maybe this why though they got cold feet, so it’s like you saved them. I don’t know they wanna send you vow message to you. Ahhh!! Some of you or few of you know who your husband is and claim it and take it baby. This is your soulmate or twin flame you are marrying and they wanna marry you. I’m sorry, here's their Vows to you.

Vows Message: “All my life, I’ve been waiting for this day. To tell you how much I love you, I don’t even have the words to describe how much you made me so happy and grateful to be here with you and marrying you. I don’t even wanna start crying, but you are my backbone, my heart and my rock. You are everything to me. Marrying you is like marrying my soulmate all over again. From a different lifetime. I wish I knew you soon before all the bullshit I had in my life before. But I won't survive without you now. My darling you are my best friend, I will do anything in my power to make you happy and I’ll never wanna lose these feelings. I know I’m going to get on your nerves, annoyed the shit out of you. Excuse my language haha 😂 but I just wanted to say that you’ve done so much for me. All you ever repay me is by loving me. I love your flaws. I don't care if something is bad, I won’t back down from it. I can’t wait to grow old with you. You make me the proudest man in the world. Can I say this to you, I love you my queen. Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband. Until our souls find each other again I'll want to do this with you all over again. I rather go through the ups and down with you then someone else. Yes you are my soulmate or twin flame, I don’t care about the labels just as long as you are with me then nothing else matters to me. I’ll cherish every moment with you. I think about this moment with you all time, you're like my dream come true. It’s like I’m the prince in the castle looking down at his queen. I’ll take on whatever God throws at us before you get hit. I'll jump in front of you, so nothing can harm you. I’ll be the shield for you.”

HoneyMoon: It seems like on your honeymoon, you are going to get knocked up. Pregnant maybe that’s why your wedding day might be short, because you are going straight to your honeymoon. They’ll love you unconditionally, they’ll do anything for you. It’s like they sacrifice anything for you and vice versa. This is a fairytale type of love. You two will cut people off, you’ll start making your own family. That's the only thing that matters and that shit is amazing to me. You and your husband have an unbreakable bond, yeah you two will cut off ties whatever negative feelings you or them was feeling you’ll cut ties with that part of emotions meaning as where heal that feeling. Oh my god your husband is a show off, I sense that they’ll show off both of y’all wedding pictures and the honeymoon photos too. I think that you guys might take an airplane or a jet to go off. I see wounded warriors, yeah you or them might have been heartbroken, but you or them or the both of you will heal this wound together as a family and release. That’s what the chariot is for!! Yass! Maybe you or them or both of you are light-workers and just meant to heal each other’s wounds together, crying it out and starting to connect to your higher self. I sense that for some of you who had a spiritual wedding this will make you open up more to your higher self. All the wounds will trigger you but you have your husband here to heal them with you. Your husband will enjoy knocking you up!! Yess, I mean I see Italy for real so maybe it is Italy you’ll go on your honeymoon and get freaky!! Sex sex sex!! That’s why you are going to get knocked up wooo 🥳 celebrate sweethearts.

Pile 2:

Wedding Day: Woah, your wedding day with your husband is going to be amazing, I can see it. Whatever you can manifest you will receive the gifts that your spirit guides send to you or your husband. With the wheel of fortune 🔮 I see it as everything will lined up on your wedding day. I can also see it in a luxury wedding, very fancy but beautiful. I can white wedding 💒 like all white, maybe for some of you it can be blue or whatever color you decided on. It seems like you or them get in your head a lot, don’t doubt or be in your head. It's like you or them will get through this battle together on your wedding day. It seems like your wedding will be in another state, probably somewhere. I can see it in the backyard like how Marilyn Moore got married with her other husband, geez 😒 I forgot his name but if y’all put know his name then that who I’m talking about. Woah 🤯 I feel like for few of you might get married this month. So if some of you are with your husband or got engaged then you might get married this month in March or few of you might be married in the next few months. Or y’all might be moving out of your parents house or planning your wedding in a year. Good luck 🍀 to y’all. You two will celebrate your love together, y’all ain’t gonna be worrying about other people or anything just being together. I can hear their messages to you, even if it’s short here it is.

Vows Message: “Don’t be mad at me, but when I first met you it was like my whole body got stuck but in a good way haha 😂, sorry for being a goofy ball but I love how I made you laugh even when we first met and discussed music together. It was fun collaborating with you! I love how I can submit to you without feeling any type of guilt about it. You never made me feel guilty about anything, the way how I feel, laugh and just be my goofy self. That’s what I love about you. I couldn’t find another you even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t. I know I come off as dick but you see through me like nobody business, in my mind I was like how do you do that but you just fucking get it, like how I get you. Thank you so much baby for being here with me. Will you be willing to take me as your husband forever? I never thought I never I could get married, I was thinking to myself damn I’m going to be alone for the rest of my life until you showed up in my life. Are you mad at me? Sometimes I am making you mad for no reason or sometimes I do but I don’t care I love making you mad so I can get some that precious kitty Kat (meow) haha 😂 you get me all excited, I can wait for you to say I do!! I wanna kiss you right now!! Can I kiss you right now? I don’t care if anyone sees it or that part of my tradition. Oh yeah I wanted to say that you accept me because I'm a traditional type of guy. First love, then marriage and then our baby I’ll get to see soon. Haha 😂 I’m sorry for laughing, I'm such a goof. I'm a little nervous so I laugh when I’m nervous. I know you don’t believe in my religion but you still marry me. I don’t want you to convert to my religion even though I would love that but baby I’ll do anything for you. I’m a simp for you, I don’t care. I said I’M BIG ASS SIMP!! Wow I can’t believe I said that out loud but for you I will. I listen to a song by Monica For You I Will. That’s our song together. I will cross the ocean for you my Twin! Be my wife for life forever until our souls incarnated somewhere else because baby wherever you go I go.”

HoneyMoon: It seems like on your honeymoon with them, you are going to have closure with these fake ass friends, meaning as where it’s going to end quickly. Or even with some family shit it will end. Oh that was another pile 1, but you two will have a spiritual wedding. So y’all might have your honeymoon at a hotel suite for some of you or maybe you two will go out on your honeymoon and eat at a restaurant. No wonder your husband seem like you were mad at him because you two will be arguing, I don’t know maybe it about these intruders who will be stressing you or them on your wedding which is fucking lame 😒 but you and your husband will have closure though. You’ll be knocked up maybe that why for some of you and your husband will handle those fake ass friends you maybe having mood swings but that’s part of pregnancy 🤰🏾. You two will solve this argument, making amends and taking accountability for it. Good!! You don’t want to be arguing after your wedding day especially on your honeymoon.

Pile 3:

Wedding Day: It seems like you’ll be marrying your soulmate, because this is a partnership between you and your FS. I sense that you or them might be having some doubts about your wedding. Or your husband might not accept help, remember this is a partnership can’t be running away or just being in your head a lot! This is happening between you and them. Ooooh now I see the problem here, there’s going to be some type of trigger that’s going to happen. I don’t know what it is that either you or them won’t accept each other’s help or advice. Since you have a wheel of fortune, this means that you would have to give your husband some time to think things through. I knew it!!!! Oh my god either you or them is going to be carrying the past with you, carrying a lot of baggage on you or them. Please 🙏 ❤ don't do that and you guys gotta talk to each other. Again this is a partnership, don't let the past ruin your day.. This is your wedding day. It seems like your wedding will be in Virginia, Wisconsin, Georgia or Indian. I think that’s where your honeymoon will be too as well. It seems for few of you, y’all grow old together in this marriage, which of course duh 🙄 that’s why you getting married. I’m not going to say who dies first but if your soulmate dies before you do then awesome. Someone might be irresponsible at this wedding 💒. Doing things without thinking, I don’t know maybe you or them won’t own up the mistakes. You have trust issues, you are so scared of rejections! You or FS have to let this past go, because the past is keeping you trapped. So I know you’ll feel vulnerable to them, so it's going to take both of you some time to heal.

Vows Message: “I’m sorry I'm a little bit nervous. I want to get this off my chest. I am so proud to be here with you standing here with you looking into your eyes and telling you that I love you so much. You are one of my greatest gifts from heaven. You are so precious to me and my family loves you. My kids love you and I love you very much. You are my rock, you never leave my side and you have always been there for me. You absolutely deserve to be here with me forever. I ain’t going nowhere without you. My queen, my rock, and my wife .. God you are so beautiful and you welcome me to your home already so quickly. I know we started off as close friends and I know I wasn't your type at first but hey at least you still gave me a chance to prove myself to you. When I saw you with another man, I was angry at myself because I didn’t have the balls to tell you how I feel about you. Now here you are walking down the aisle with me forever as my wife for life. For the rest of my life I’ll be the one man who is always there for you. No matter what. You are my best friend forever, if I lose you I’m losing everything, including myself. We are like split souls. You show me this wild side of life that I never thought I could do. The way I see it now, you standing here looking so beautiful as always, I thank the universe for this amazing gift and moment with you. So baby will be my forever ♾️ love ❤️. Because I am yours no matter what.”

HoneyMoon: After your ceremony, you might go on an airplane and fly down to Texas with some friends down there for some of you. Few of you will probably spend some time in California, whichever place in California you’ll spend your honeymoon there. I can see for some of you, might be a cabin in the woods drinking nice champagne 🥂 and your husband just looking at you. I can see it. So peaceful and beautiful moment. I can see that you and your FS loves spending time there no matter what. I sense that you might have a boy first and then your girl second. Awe 🫢 I swear they are going to be beautiful babies. I sense that your babies will have thick hair. Damn even I have felt it through my chest. Once you and your FS get married and go to your honeymoon, you’ll end karmic ties with people. Family, friends and other relatives who had hurt you or your husband. Because it seems like this past from your wedding will fucked you up or your husband it will be a trigger day on your wedding day. But I’m sensing a big ass transformation. This wedding day. Anyways you’ll be breaking a lot of generational curse. No wonder dude!! This is a twin flame journey, so this will be difficult as hell. I don’t sense all of it bad because you two will be helping each other. Both of you will be popping each other's bubbles of the illusion of people, happiness, love etc. Everything you had learned from home was taught to you and your husband that shit will break! Both of you will raise your kids the way you raise them, same thing as marriage, anniversary etc. you going to start doing things your own way period. On your honeymoon, you two will be doing some BDSM stuff and so what! You’ll do it in your own way. I fuck with this. If y’all are like spiritual people then cool!! I think that you’ll bring your husband to the wild side. Because I think they’ll feel guilty for marrying you in more spiritual ways, don't worry it’s not your fault. It's because they are traditional people, so they’ll feel like they are betraying their own beliefs. Don’t worry you’ll be there helping them. Or vice versa to you, your husband will help you get out of your head and come on the wild side. So either you or your husband is a brat!

Pile 4

Wedding Day: It will be a emotional 🥲 day for you and your husband!! We have the strength to make this wedding happen and special for the both of you. Cuz I see the Queen of Wands, you two will bring out each other’s creativity and I see that your husband will be mature and also calm too. It will be a little bit of frustration like stress out. Either you or them will be doing it at once. Like it might be something coming late. Maybe the Caters did something wrong and fuck things up and you have to cook something or the flowers got messed up. It will be a little stressful in the beginning but once you guys repair the wedding back the way you both wanted it will be perfect. Seeing the Empress card makes me feel like you’ll create something new and it’s like I heard this is a new beginning between you and your husband. Very big ass celebration 🎉. Few of you I sense it might go national like the whole world will know about your wedding. I sense that your wedding will be in Egypt 🇪🇬 for some of you, I sense a spiritual awakening like it’s a wedding but technically a wedding it’s like a ceremony wedding. Probably outside in nature. Maybe you’ll get married in the forest like how Edward and Bella got married. It's like what I’m seeing for some of you. For a few of you maybe get married in Greece or China or probably in Missouri. So I do sense a lot of you getting married in China 🇨🇳 for sure!! It’s going to be beautiful and so cultural. I heard there won't be a lot of you people there. Maybe a small wedding. But I do feel like your wedding will be small and it’s going to be out in nature. If some of you like the beach 🏝️ then I can that no shoes on just getting married in the water. Not too deep in the ocean but just a good amount I can see that. Most of you might be getting married in India 🇮🇳 well well, either way you getting married out of state. See! I was right both of you are going to be stressed out on your wedding day, my advice to you is that close the door another one opens. You both will have to keep an open mind. Don’t stress and stay positive and calm about it. Everything was meant to happen for a reason. What did I say?! Spotlight!! For some of you, your wedding with your husband will be national, the whole entire Will knowing about your wedding. It going to fucking big as hell. For a few of you, it will still be a spotlight but it will be a small ass wedding. Your husband is a healthy man, probably will workout before the wedding. Drinks a lot of smoothies and eats fruits 🍎 keep his body healthy. Or vice versa.

Vows Message: “Ohhh My Goodness, I can’t believe this is happening right now. I’m so happy to see my family, friends and my wife here with me. I know things got a little bit complicated but it got better when we work as a team baby. I’m just ready to go home with you and do this with you every single day for the rest of my life. I wanna be an old man with you. Let nurses change our diapers together. Talk about how we first got engaged, first met and our first child together. I wanna share that with our grandchildren soon. Even with our own kids I wanna share this with them. What we have is what we deserve. I’ve been searching for you for so long, I’ve been waiting for you for so long and now that you are here with me. It’s like your an Angel 👼 from the sky 🌌. I swear in this ocean with me I feel like you are a siren that just lure me into your arms just like that. You got me sprung to you. Don’t worry baby it ain’t your fault. I love it. Now I can say we can rest now together, all the battles and war we have fought for a very long time, now I can say I will rest with you now. Because I felt like I was fighting for so long, I never thought this battle could end but it did because you ended with me. Together we are a team and baby you are my family forever ♾️ together I’ll cherished you forever ♾️ my soul will cherished you! What can I say? you make me so special, I feel so loved and appreciated when I’m next to you and standing beside you my queen. My siren queen. Let our ashes flow away at sea together and kiss 💋 until we are in the next life together again. In the next lifetime, I bet we will find each other faster this time.”

HONEYMOON 🌕: Your honeymoon with your husband is going to be very fairytale. I see a Prince and Princess vibe. Don’t get wrong it’s still your husband but I see you guys becoming so powerful and strong together as oneness. Like a full union. Your honeymoon will probably be in London for some of you. For a few of you probably in Europe or Colorado. Which is still dope and some of you might have a cabin in the mountains just to rent out for the both of you. You two will be so happy and mature about things I swear the king of cups is kicking in! I see some type of unexpected surprise pregnancy that’s happening here. So used that you’ll tell your husband that you’ve been pregnant and you just told him at the honeymoon or you are going to get knocked up on your honeymoon. Get ready!! So maybe you two will go to Europe for your honeymoon. I see that you’ll come back home looking different speaking differently. The languages and the culture of different backgrounds. I don’t know, maybe your kids will be born in a different state or country. For a few of you I don’t see your child born in an America seriously 😒 I do see them out of the state. So either way ENJOY YOUR HONEYMOON. I sense a lot of sex here.

[firstsprinces]

Thank you @anincompletelist for tagging me in this game! I loved devouring each of your snippets from the works you’re proud of!

Rules: Post your favorite line or passage from as many of your published works as you’d like. Let yourself feel proud of your creations! Tag as many people as you post snippets, so your fellow fic friends can be proud, too.

I haven’t even started and I’m about to break the only rule 😂 because I still only have fics posted from holiday challenges, which I am not blown away by. I thoight I'd have other fics posted by now but it’s been a year so far, to say the least. So, I’m also going to share from Outlaw Alex because he’s coming very soon and I’m honestly the most proud of the way the words are fitting together for that one!

Leaving this tag as open and will be catching up with my following list soon! I can't wait to read what you're proud of and show you some extra and well deserved love!

Here we go...

From "Take This House and Make it a Home"

They admire their choice together from the couch later on that evening with David curled up underneath the blanket. Alex rests his head on Henry’s shoulder and thinks about how he can’t wait to decorate the tree the next day and debate if the tree will have colored lights or white lights – he’s guessing the white ones won’t be a choice once there are children also making the decisions. He can’t wait for the time where both he and Henry each have a child on their shoulders wanting to put ornaments on the tree higher than the other while having Rudolph the Red-Nose Reindeer  on the television in the background. Then, once the children are put to bed for the night, it’ll be the two of them again having their private moment admiring everything they’ve created together, just like this with David snoring and the fireplace crackling, with Henry’s legs tangled with his as the peace settles over them; that the house they’ve settled down in is finally a home. Whether it’s tonight, two or three Christmases from now, or when they’re in their eighties, Alex will always look over at Henry and know the magic that they have together is forever.

From "Here We Stand Worlds Apart" (ongoing)

The side of his hand skims the material of the bodysuit as he searches for the chin strap, popping off the buckle. Then he takes both of his hands and carefully begins the removal of the helmet. As more of the face starts to be revealed, a strong chin and jawline, perfectly chiseled cheekbones, dark and soft curls styled with a short cut, Henry finds out it’s a man who’s crashed into the woods. He can’t help but stare at the face of the attractive man. Attractive isn’t even the correct word in his vocabulary to describe him. His eyes are closed, which makes Henry wonder what color they are. He hopes they aren’t green like Ralph’s because he doesn’t want to be reminded of a pair of eyes that will never look at him in the adoringly hungry way they do when he looks at Alice Rodgers. Long dark lashes fan out and almost look as if they’re touching the top curve of his cheekbones. He looks angelic even in a setting that looks like he’s met his death. His appreciative gaze travels to his hair next. Curls draping over one another in an unlikely symphony of wildness and precise placing, even after being smashed flat against his head from wearing the helmet. Henry can’t help but want to feel what the curls would feel like moving through the spaces between his fingers, even though it’s a bizarre thing to do to someone who’s just been in a crash, someone who’s a stranger to him.

From "The Wind Whispered Something That the Devil's to Blame" (coming soon)

Months after his father’s funeral, his mother had told him the opposite. It had actually been Henry who’d given his father the enlightenment to embrace all new discoveries and to always keep chasing them because they’re remarkably never-ending. Always live as though the world keeps creating things to stumble upon on purpose. Accidents may happen along the way, but those are also little surprises that will lead to something far grander. As a child Henry had been more animated and curious than his two siblings, but he’d also been overly cautious and kept to himself when necessary. It had been his father who would tell Henry that he shouldn’t be afraid of unknown things, so why would his mother tell him otherwise? What would Henry have given someone with more life experiences than he had? Their relationship had always been different than his ones with Phillip and Beatrice. Though Arthur always made sure to give each of his children their own moments just between the two of them, Catherine had let the secret out to Henry that his favorite discovery had been witnessing Henry experience the world around him. After the confession, Henry made the promise to his father after his passing that he’d take his father on every new adventure with him to make sure he’d never miss out, and in those adventures, he’d find out who he truly is and embrace himself as the wonderment his father believes he is. He places the last and only photograph he has of him and his father, back down on his desk, his pointer finger skimming his greyed blurry face that doesn’t resemble the fact his father’s memory will never become dull or unclear.

[angelst4re]

Hi love! I hope you're doing great. Could I request a Jamie x trans!male where reader is an actor on stranger things with Jamie, except nobody knows that he is trans (because it's not important obviously!) Only Jamie knows, as he is his partner. They attend a comic con and for some reason, a "fan" who maybe happens to know reader pre transition? Basically outs him. Something like "why haven't you told people you are trans?" And reader sort of dissociates. Jamie takes readers hand and pulls him off stage to comfort him and reassure him! Lots of fluff please!!

Something very similar happened to me. I was joining a DnD club and my friend at the time said Infront of them "they know you're trans right?" Which SUCKED because I pass really well! I just wish Jamie could have rescued me 😂

hi my love!!! i really liked writing this it was such a nice idea and i just think that jamie fluff>>> and i'm so sorry that happened to you :( i also wish jamie could've come to the rescue!!!

Comfort- Jamie Campbell Bower x Trans!Male Reader

summary: in the request! :)

warnings: none??

notes: i can't wait to finish college and work placement so i have more time to write <3 i'm hoping to be done by the 10th of july so i may not post much more before then? (it's literally only in 10 days <3)

When you were told you got the role as a ‘friendly orderly’ in stranger things, you knew everything in your life would be a little different. You were invited to premieres and award shows and exclusive parties you never thought you would’ve been let in to before, it really helped your acting career take off. You had a handful of loyal fans and supporters in the beginning, and that has only grown and grown given your role in the new show. And also your boyfriend. 

You met Jamie on set, of course, and even filmed a few scenes together and the tension between the two of you was undeniable. You both got along so well, and you couldn’t deny he was insanely attractive, even when the two of you were in character you found yourself forgetting lines and blushing at the eye contact you two had to hold. 

It took a while for the two of you to go public, you worried about the reactions from his fans, whether they would like you and accept you or not. But there was nothing to worry about at all. They adored you. 

When it was announced that a certain comic con was coming up, and that you and Jamie were both invited and would both be doing photos together, everyone rushed to buy tickets to meet you and him, and although you were obviously excited, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

“Are you okay, love?” Jamie asked, taking your hand in his. You were both sitting in the back of the car that was escorting you to the event. 

“I’m not sure.” You frowned, fiddling with one of the rings of Jamie’s fingers. “I’ve never done something quite like this before.”

“It’ll be okay, it can get really stressful when everyone’s being made to rush, but it’s really more fun than anything. I still remember my first comic con, I was scared shitless,” Jamie chuckled as he thought back on the memory, “but it’ll be okay, okay? I’ll be with you for most of the day, and when I’m not there will still be someone with you at all times. Everything will be okay, I promise.” He said before taking your hand and placing a kiss on the back of your palm, “oh look, we’re here.” 

Everything will be okay. 

Everything will be okay.

Everything started off okay. You weren’t expecting so much love from everyone that came to see you, and you weren’t expecting so many gifts either. Your arms were full of bracelets they had made or bought for you and your neck was decorated with different necklaces. Maybe Jamie was right. 

Everything will be okay. 

That was until it was time for the q&a at yours and Jamie’s panel. 

“So, I have a question for y/n,” you felt a tinge of anxiety, as most of the questions were for Jamie, but you nodded your head and gave the person a smile. “I’ve been a fan of your work for a while now, I’ve basically been there since the beginning, so I was just wondering why haven’t you told people that you’re trans?”

You felt cold rush through your body, as if your veins had turned to ice. You felt your stomach sink and everything around you seemed to be a blur. All you could hear was the continuous thumping of your heart in your chest. Your mind felt… empty, as if you had no thoughts at all. But then you heard Jamie’s voice, you couldn’t work out what he was saying, but you knew it was him. 

“Pardon my language,” he began, raising his hand as if to excuse the rest of the crowd from what he was about to say, as he stared the person down as he spoke, “but why the fuck would he need to explain himself? That’s my boyfriend, and he almost didn’t come today because he was worried about cunts like you. If he wanted everyone to know, he would’ve told them, if you’re really a ‘fan’, like you say you are, you should’ve fucking known that.” 

Jamie placed the mic down on the floor as he followed you off stage. He felt a bit bad for the fans that had been waiting all day for the panel and had spent money on it, but right now you were his top priority. He guided you out to one of the private designated smoking areas, glad that no one else was around. 

“Jamie…” You murmured, your hands shaking by your sides. 

“Breathe, okay. Just like me, in… and out… and in…” 

He attempted to calm you down, to ground you again, and it was proving to be successful. 

“I just wanted the ground to swallow me up,” you confessed, “I just- I don’t understand.” 

Jamie kissed your forehead and ran his fingers through your hair. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. The feeling of not wanting to be here, knowing this could have been avoided, the fact that you were overwhelmed, you felt sick, and cold, and tired, and just your overall adoration for Jamie, it had all built up. You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend and buried your face in his chest, beginning to feel tears stain Jamie’s jumper. 

Jamie’s hands rubbed your back as he held you close, a small act that comforted you. This is all you need right now, to know he’s got you. He swayed you both side to side a little bit, kissing your forehead before resting his chin atop your head. 

“Have I told you how good you look today?” Jamie asked, and the corners of your mouth lifted into a smile. 

“You always do, J.” 

“And I always mean it,” he said softly.

“I don’t know if I want to go back out there.” You frowned, looking towards the door. 

“Then it’s a good job we don’t have to. We were leaving after that anyway.” 

“I just can’t believe they said that, though. I knew one day something was bound to come out but I thought I’d- I mean, I feel like- I didn’t think-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jamie soothed you, his hand gently placed on your cheek as he stopped you from overwhelming yourself again, “you didn’t know this was going to happen, okay? And I swear nothing’s going to change. I’ve always got you, never forget that, love.” 

“I know, Jamie, but my phone- I’m going to get flooded by comments and messages and-”

“Hey,” he took you by the shoulders, causing your attention to be back on him, “that doesn’t matter.” He said with a smile, “how about we get away for the weekend, just you and me. No phones, no social media, let’s just give it some time to calm down, okay? I don’t want you to get upset, seeing you like this just tears me apart. I love you so much, don’t forget that, darling.”

You smiled back at him, feeling tears begin to gloss your eyes again. However, these were happy tears. 

“How about we just leave, I just want to go home.” 

“Sounds good to me.” Jamie smiled as his hand continued to rub your back.

[hypaalicious]

hypaa what did you think of lonetrail? i've seen surprisingly negative opinions here but i personally loved it and agree with the people who say this is one of the best stories they've done!

Negative opinions??? IMO the only negative opinion that matters coming out of Lone Trail should be that Rhine Lab scientists are eugenics-loving amoral narcissists with god complexes!

But I’m kinda not surprised at the same time to hear this because sad to say, the perception of EN server players not ever reading for shit is true, so when they are forced to read blocks of text it’s always gonna skew negative I bet 😂

But yeah I’m totally with you there; it IS one of the best stories they’ve ever done. The amount of depth they were able to convey tying so many loose ends together deserves an award! I told some of my friends the other day that for the very first time ever the story was way more compelling than the limited banner LOL (cause let’s face it, it’s the most mid limited banner AK has done thus far; if MuMu wasn’t limited then I honestly would have skipped it entirely).

Silence is probably the only adult from Rhine Lab that I truly respect because she stood on her values from jump. Ifrit and Ptilopsis were victims. Saria didn’t truly have her coming to Jesus moment until Kristen’s shenanigans humbled her. Dorothy and Kristen both shoulda gone to therapy instead of abusing their power to ruin people’s lives for their own selfish gain. Both Parvis and Loken didn’t suffer enough for me tbh (even tho I respect Rosmontis’s way of handling the latter). It’s a beautiful tale of what happens when you place “progress” over people, personal growth, intrigue, politics… whew. HG ate with this story and they know it.

A part of me wishes that Arknights had the acclaim that other narrative-driven games do, but I know it’ll never happen because it’s mobile and also a tower defense game. It’s seriously underrated and Lone Trail proves it!

[applejuicefruit]

Hi ! One with Adrien Rabiot where you had a car accident and he comes to see you at the hospital ? Thx love, xoxo

Guys what is going on between you and car accidents 😂😂😂

I’m sorry it’s a bit short but I have written so much about car accidents that I’m low on ideas🥲 I really hope you like it ✨❤️

My love, stay with me

Adrien was training when he received the call he wished he never received.

“Adrien?” his teammate Dusan called him when he saw Adrien’s face turning completely blank “Adrien, you good?”

“No…it was the hospital…they told me…oh my, y/n was in a car crash” he said now sitting on the bench trying to calm himself down.

He tried to be calm. He’s always been a rational person. Panic never getting the best of him but that call really changed his prospective.

“Adrien, it’s okay I’ll take you to the hospital, I’ll drive” Dusan said looking for his car keys.

Once they got into the hospital, Adrien sped at the front desk asking for your information only for being told that you were currently under surgery. Some glasses got into stomach and they needed to be removed.

He was told to wait in the waiting area but honestly he couldn’t stay still.

Dusan tried to calm him a bit.

A few hours later the doctors came into the waiting room looking for Adrien.

“Adrien?” he called

“Oui, that’s me…”

“I’m the doctor who performed the surgery on y/n”

“Where is she?”

“The surgery went well, she’s resting now. There were no other serious damages except for a broken rib and a few bruises on her body. She’ll wake up in a couple of hours” the doctor said

“How did the accident happen?” Adrien asked knowing your fear of driving when it was dark

“A man didn’t stop at the sign and went into y/n side, luckily the man wasn’t driving to fast so the impact wasn’t that bad, he made it with just a few bruises”

“O-okay, thank you”

“You can see her if you want to” and with that the doctor left.

Adrien thanked Dusan for staying with him the whole day before going into y/n’s room.

“I’ll let the team know she’s fine” Dusan said to Adrien before leaving the hospital

When Adrien got into your room his heart broke. You were sleeping peacefully but he hurt knowing you were probably uncomfortable and in pain. Only painkillers taking away the distress caused by the crash and the surgery.

He sat next to you waiting for you to wake up.

A couple of hours later you woke up.

“Hey mon amour” he said gently caressing your head

“What happened?” you asked him

“A car hit you…you were in a car accident”

“What?” you asked not believing him

“Yes…you got out of surgery a couple of hours ago…try not to move so much” he said

“Everything hurts…” you admitted almost crying

“I know baby…I’m so sorry this happened to you”

“It’s okay, it’ll pass…”

“Trust me when I say I’ll never leave your side” he said now laughing and it mad you laugh too.

You went home two days later and Adrien kept his promise. He helped you washing yourself, he dressed you, he cooked for you, he helped you walking from a room to another one. He was a true prince and you couldn’t be happier to have him by your side.

[odaatlover]

Hey! I just wanted to ask how your healing was going? I had my surgery with Gallagher on the 3rd and everyday is dragging on slowly for recovery and I know youre further ahead as far as that goes, so I was just curious how its been so far for you?

I was also told at about 2 weeks the tape will fall off/you can help it off, and was curious if thats happened yet for you and if your incisions were mostly healed at that point? **If you feel comfortable sharing any of that of course, feel free to ignore if not! Wishing you a smooth recovery either way 😊

Hey! Congrats on your surgery! I’m happy to share 😃

That first week was definitely the worst, but the second week was much better. I still had soreness and muscle splinting, but it had lessened and I was more used to everything so it wasn’t as bad. At the 2 weeks mark the tape on the ends in the middle was starting to come off. And throughout the tape there were places where it was wrinkling and wasn’t attached, so it was like tiny spots were coming off but it didn’t neatly peel off in a linear manner like I was thinking lol. So I slowly pulled it off myself on the exact day of the 2 weeks mark and it can’t off pretty easily! Everything was healed and closed up, and I started using the silicone tape. Here are pictures of what it looked like after taking the tape off:

The sides look the worst because of the curves I’m assuming, but it’ll smooth out over time. Right now I’m only using the silicone strips on the front of my chest until the sides look a little better.

Also that scab directly to the right of the purple marker residue in the very middle came off on its own a couple of days ago to reveal a small hole. You might get some of those along your incision, which is normal! Anytime you see something weird just read the papers they gave you in the little bag and it’ll explain everything. It’s saved me from panicking a lot because I’ve had little things here and there that freaked me out, but I found it on the paper telling me what to do and that it was normal 😂 I still text the office just in case and always get a response from Dr. G. So far she’s said everything is looking good and healing well! I’ve skipped the silicone tape in that middle area as well.

Currently I’m doing much better and everything is feeling more back to normal, and I’m 3 weeks post-op exactly! Yesterday I went on a 3-mile walk and felt great. I still have some lingering fatigue, but it’s bad. My range of motion is much better, but I’m still careful not to lift my arms above a 90° angle. I still lay on my back when I sleep but I can lay on my side for a bit. It’s just uncomfortable for me to do so after a few minutes. But I’m thinking after this week I can start transitioning back to side sleeping.

Don’t hesitate to reach out to them if you have questions or concerns during the healing. I haven’t had to text her cell directly because none of my concerns have been major where I needed her assistance asap, but when I text the office pictures she always answers my questions before end of day during office hours.

Feel free to DM me too if you have any other questions or want to see pics!

[hotchnerobsessed]

HI EVERYONE!

I have something exciting that happened in my life to share with you all, and a related announcement about the next story I’ll be working on!

— — — — —

A little over a month ago, my best friend mentioned in passing that she’d started reading fanfiction for one of her favourite Marvel characters. The excitement I felt when she told me that made me happier than you could imagine.

I’ve been writing fanfiction for over 6 years now, and I’ve wanted to tell her, so desperately, from day one. But I’m sure you all understand that there are certain stigmas that surround the world of fanfiction, and I was just nervous about what she’d think. So I never said anything.

But since she was the one who opened the door to that conversation, I finally felt like MAYBE I could tell her. And let me tell you..I wish I’d said something sooner.

When I first told her that I write fanfiction, and have for years, the love and acceptance she showed me was overwhelming. We literally sat down that night and I read a couple (non-smutty) stories to her.

((She does know about the smutty ones as well though and was also incredibly understanding about that too?? Like?? She’s the absolute best??))

It was a strange mix of “I can’t believe she’s being so cool about all of this” and “of course she’s being so cool about all of this what was I afraid of??”.

— — — — —

SO that leads me to the announcement about the next story I’ll be working on!

The more I told her about Hotch and how much I adore him, and the entire world of Criminal Minds, the more she wanted to experience it for herself. So she finally started watching the show and it makes me SO HAPPY.

She’s head over heels for Reid (which I knew she would be before she even started watching it 😂) and has started reading fanfiction about him now!

Then just last night, she jokingly mentioned that if Reid has a girlfriend that’s mentioned in any of my stories, to just imagine her as I’m writing it and I thought 🤔😏

Although Reid has been included in short snippets throughout some of my stories, I’ve never written specifically for him.

So I decided I want to write a cute little best friends story about both of us and our favourite BAU boys 😍

I want you all to know that writing full stories for Reid isn’t going to become a regular thing for me (I’m so sorry Reid Girls!!) but I want to write something special just for her.

I’m also going to do my best to still make it enjoyable for all my Hotch Girls out there, but I really want to make sure I’m showing my appreciation to her for everything she’s done in supporting me.

She’s given me permission to use her name, so I’ll be including it directly in the story. It’ll be a Sarah x Reid, AND a Reader(me) x Hotch story. It’s going to be centred around her blossoming relationship with Reid, with Reader(me) meeting Hotch through them.

We did a bunch of brainstorming last night and I can’t wait to start writing it!!

[aajjks]

TC!dad!JK

it’s a cold day in goryeo, corea and the kingdom has received the first born prince of king jungkook and queen y/n; a healthy baby boy by the name of jinseoul. the kingdom celebrated and welcomed the baby boy with open arms and returned some color into your life. ever since your baby boy was born you’ve been stuck to him like glue, not really paying attention to your husband as much.

however, jungkook was okay with that. he too was overly attached to his first born but not as much as you. sometimes you wouldn’t let him hold the small infant and you had the strong urge to protect your baby from any harm. you’d die for your precious jinseoul. he was all the happiness you had left and you’d be DAMNED if something happened to him.

eventually, you stopped hogging the sweet baby all to yourself and allowed jungkook to hold him and it shocked you just how good of a father he is despite his own father treating him like shit.

jungkook was caring, loving, and nurturing with his son. when he rolled over for the first time, he was in tears. when he first crawled, he cried again, and when he started walking? he was DEVASTATED. he just loved his son so much.

you both spent so much time with jinseoul and it made you two grow closer. a lot closer than usual. you both got along very well and acted like a normal married couple.

until you were bombarded with jinseoul being sick.

see, a baby’s immune system is much weaker than that of an adult, so when he got sick, it worried you. he had fevers back to back, he would throw up food, cry a lot, and had a bad cough.

when you took him to the physician, turns out he had pneumonia. when the doctor told you this, you nearly had a heart attack.

you blamed yourself a lot and cried almost everyday about it. the physician instructed the both of you to keep him in a room and give him meditation that would help him get better, which it did.

your son was getting better day by day but you noticed jungkook would sweat in his sleep, he had a bad cough, and his body was hot as fire. although he told you plenty of times that he was okay, you FORCED him to see a physician and guess what?

he caught influenza, better known as the flu. so NOW you were taking care of both of your boys. giving them medicine, doing your duties, and pretty much scolding jungkook every 5 seconds to stay in bed.

you were stressed and jungkook could see that. he knew once he got better he’d make it up to you somehow.

after finally giving your 9 month old son medicine and rocking him to sleep you rush to your husband who is stubbornly not taking his medicine because “it’s disgusting” and “he’s fine.”

“koo” you whine “please just take the medicine. i know it’s gross but it’ll help you feel better” you say, trying to coax him into drinking the nasty liquid.

he really does hate it and is convinced he’ll be fine without it. despite his obvious stuffed nose and subtle sniffles.

“ughh, why are you being stubborn? just take it” you say irritably while shoving the spoon in his face but he turns his head.

you’re really gonna have to force him, huh?

~🫧 sorry it’s so long lol 😂 but it’s cute!!

Jungkook rolls his eyes, sniffing.

“No yn. I won’t.. please don’t force me.” He whines, “where is my son anyways?” He asks you, looking at you with a tired smile.

“He’s getting better right?” He’s trying his best to distract you, he loves his son a lot, and yes he’s concerned about him but right now. You’re hovering over his head.

With that disgusting herb soup in your hand.

“YN I S-SAID- *achoo* NO.” He looks at you with a glare and you sigh, you put the soup on his bed and climb on top of him, taking him by surprise and he gasps in disbelief.

“W-What are you doing??! NO.”

[ruminate88]

Inner Child Wounds: plus toxic relationships 11/08/24

First of all you’re not crazy and whatever happened to you or was told to you as a child is real OK? So I was labeled in school with a “learning disability” and of course, my family was not receptive of that and worked very hard to get me out of that. My mom understood the label, but she worked with me to get beyond it. My dad didn’t really work with me at all. He just treated me like nothing was wrong with me and would get frustrated at me when I couldn’t do quick math or when I cried not to go to school! It’s like my dad wouldn’t accept that school was hard for me…

my brother was probably the most gentle with me as he had a big heart and felt bad for me because he didn’t have any of those struggles. My brother barely tried and STILL got good grades plus he was popular in school.. I was the complete opposite of my brother 😫 I do believe in overcoming labels, but when you’re such a young child and your brain is still developing, and you’re growing, to be told that you are basically “stupid” that really impacts you in a great way there’s no denying that!

The problem is throughout my teenage and adult years, often times I get triggered when people would do or say something that causes me to look or feel stupid… often my mom would trigger me when she would want me to do something, and I felt like I couldn’t do it. I know it was frustrating for her all this time because no one wants their child to struggle.

same with my relationships; dating these toxic men who treat me like I’m 100% stupid 🥺because I’m such a nice person and back then I was pretty naïve too. I didn’t know anything about toxic relationships and I thought when you told somebody you loved them that it was serious. 🧐 I didn’t think it was a joke. The joke is on them because I have a loving heart despite any struggles either of us had and I’m not stupid I knew that things were not altogether right with them especially the way my ex Andrew got angry when I found his mom’s Facebook…. 😳 I felt like he was clearly protecting his mom and I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t born yesterday….

People take your kindness for weakness. Also people invalidate you when they ignore your struggles. I’ve even had an Aunt tell me before that basically I am a genius that school mislabeled me and that the reason I struggled so much in school is because I have a different way of learning that only a genius would have which lol 😂 it is sweet and kind of funny but kind of weird too … if anything, I’m a visual and hands-on learner. I’m not a textbook learner. School tried to tell me that I was an audio learner and maybe I was when I was little, but I’m definitely not now. If you read a book to me out loud, it’ll go in one ear and out the other I need to see the pages for myself.

in overcoming labels, you do have to get to the root cause of all of it, which school labeled me and now that I’m an adult, I realize the most important things in life is: love, your family, knowing how to do simple math, and pay bills, knowing how to cook and clean and basically take care of yourself. Those are essentials for adulthood. The only way I would ever need advanced algebra or calculus is if I was some kind of rocket scientist!! I don’t know lol I don’t know what math is used in that 😝

At the end of the day, I can lay my head on the pillow and know that I have tried to treat people rightly, and that not everyone understands or relates to you… you know I never felt good enough as a child because of how school labeled me so when my ex Andrew kept telling me he’s “not good enough”, I laughed out loud because I feel the same way but yet I accepted him and that’s what hurt me sooooo much is that not only did I get it and accept him BUT then for him to turn around and be so cold to me like bro I’m on your side. It’s not even cool for you to treat me this way. Are you seriously gonna find another girl that will try to relate to you and care about you in your darkest moments? It’s your loss, not mine. (Think he just wasn’t ready back then to be so serious with me)

I’m growing every day and I’m becoming self-aware of ALL these childhood things that I need to heal and I’m working on myself every day, but I’m not perfect. No one is. Don’t hate my ex and I’m not trying to judge him. Whatever he needs in life, I hope it comes to him with ease ❤️‍🩹 I hope he FINALLY feels good enough 🙏🏻 God please no matter how bad he hurt me; I want him to be ok with you and to be well in his soul healthy and strong.

don’t give up on people just because you don’t believe or have hope. Hope is always there but you gotta hold onto it. Not hope to reconnect or be “lovers” again… just hope that the person who hurt you can become a better person for themselves.

[gomzreblogfr]

[irl mix with oc rambles - sorry im bored waiting at the storeroom and wanna talk rq HDJSJDH]

Back in the hospital to arrange some paperwork and doing stock checks for my seniors, and then they told me to wait in the storeroom cuz they got caught up with something

Anyways one of the shelves had petri dishes for some reason and Im reminded of the research phase I had last semester

During my research there was one AU, or like, just a story in general that I daydreamed about for PriceRaven that I never talked about bcuz it’s purely just a thought and for it to pass the busy days 😂 and also it will not work whatsoever JFISUDHS (you’ll see why)

Anyways, basically the AU is Price and Raven as university research students: Price is a masters student and Raven’s an undergraduate student

Context, so in my university lab we only have 6 fumehoods, 4 for undergraduate and below students and 2 for masters students— so it’s a fighting battle every week as to who gets to use it

We have a system where you can book the fumehoods ahead and my group did just that because we were dealing with microbiology related experiments which 100% requires the hood to do basically anything, and somehow that got the seniors mad because we “stole” or “wasn’t mindful of timing and usage” since we booked the hood two weeks ahead (which fuck them because?? If you want to use it then book it first then?? And also it’s not like we booked for a whole day it was for 4 hours— anyways)

I was thinking Raven’s who failed her experiment and desperately need to use a fumehood but it’s fully booked, and no one was willing to give her extra 10 minute to repeat her tests

Then she went to the opposite room and spotted one of the fumehood that was empty, eyeing it with a gulp, she’ll get in trouble for using it without booking, but it’s just 10 minutes— surely it’ll be fine—

Price who happened to pass by, who was just about to use the hood stared at her and spooked her out by speaking out of the blue, “what are you doing here?”

“Can I borrow the hood?”

“Did you book your slot?”

“…no— but it’s only 10 minutes I swear”

Queue Price watching her doing her stuff, yada yada throws in your typical “man sees another doing man’s interest in a professional manner and fells on love” plot LMAO

Sometimes

I have those thoughts where Price booked out the slots of undergraduate fumehoods just so he can watch Raven begging him to borrow the master fumehoods (the one he booked) - which realistically would get him into so much trouble and is a dick move to other students

And also, them sharing a fumehood and him holding the pipette over her hand and teaching her how to handle those really small volume of liquids without spraining her muscles and she’s just internally screaming - again, realistically can’t happen cause of cross contamination LMAO

But yeah, just a thought, anyways time to go back to work

[scotttrismegistus7]

LEAVE THE WORLD BEHIND:

THE BEST CHANCE OF SURVIVAL FOR THE HUMAN RACE MAY NOT BE ABOUT WEAPONS AND THE MILITARY.

WHAT IF I TOLD YOU, THE BEST CHANCE FOR SURVIVAL FOR THE HUMAN RACE MIGHT BE MORE ABOUT HOW WE TREAT EACH OTHER AND HOW WE TAKE CARE OF THE PLANET? IT'S HIGHLY PROBABLE THE PEOPLE IN THE MILITARY INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX KNOW THEY ARE ON A RUNAWAY TRAIN HEADING FOR A CLIFF, AND THERE'S NOT A THING THEY CAN DO TO STOP IT SO THEY JUST LIGHT UP ANOTHER CIGAR AND KEEP ON DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING UNTIL THE FINAL MOMENT IT ALL COMES CRASHING DOWN.

I CAN JUST IMAGINE HOW IT WENT CASTING PARTS FOR THIS MOVIE:

CASTING DIRECTOR: SEND IN JULIA ROBERTS. OKAY MRS ROBERTS, IN THIS MOVIE YOU PLAY AN IRRITABLE B*TCH, HERE'S YOUR SCRIPT. NOW SHOW US WHAT YOU CAN DO.

MRS ROBERTS: SCRIPT!? I DON'T NEED A SCRIPT FOR THAT, I'VE GOT THIS! BUCKLE UP BUCKAROOS BECAUSE WE'RE ABOUT TO BLUR THE LINE BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY LIKE NEVER BEFORE!

🤣😂😅😂🤣

JK ~ SHE DOES A GREAT JOB PLAYING THE PART

A conspiracy theory about a shadowy group of people running the world is far too lazy of an explanation.

Especially when the truth is much scarier.

What is the truth?

No one is in control.

No one is pulling the strings.

Sure, there are those like my friend who might have the right kind of access to the right kind of information.

But when events like this happen in the world,

The best, even the most powerful people can hope for is a heads up…

Why are you like this?

What do you get out of being so angry all the time?

Every day, all day, my job… my whole job is to… understand people well enough so that I know how to lie to them, so I can sell them things they don’t really want.

And when you study people like that, when you really see the way they treat each other, well…

You’re no dummy.

You see what they do, and they do it without even thinking about it.

F*ck. I did it to you and your dad, and I don’t even really know why.

We f*ck each other over all the time, without even realizing it.

We f*ck every living thing on this planet over and think it’ll be fine because we use paper straws and order the free range chicken.

And the sick thing is, I think deep down we know we’re not fooling anyone.

I think we know we’re living a lie.

An agreed upon mass delusion to help us ignore and keep ignoring how awful we really are.

I’m not down with most of the things that you do and say, but… this is the part of the Venn diagram where we overlap.

I agree with everything you just said.

But as awful as people might be… nothing’s gonna change the fact that we are all we’ve got.

I don’t want to be this way.

I hate being terrible like this.

And I know I say I hate people, but I… I’d do anything to have them back.

https://scrapsfromtheloft.com/movies/leave-the-world-behind-2023-transcript/

IT MIGHT ALSO BE WORTH NOTING THAT BARACK OBAMA PLAYED A ROLE IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS MOVIE, AND THE ONLY REASON I'M STATING THAT IS BECAUSE THESE INSIGHTS FOR THE STORY MIGHT HAVE DIRECTLY OR INDIRECTLY COME FROM SOME OF HIS LIFE EXPERIENCES.

https://www.netflix.com/us/title/81314956?s=a&trkid=13747225&trg=cp&vlang=en&clip=81728286

ON ANOTHER NOTE, MR DAVID WILCOCK, WHY DON'T YOU GIVE UP ON THE SILLY IDEA OF MAKING HOVER CARS WHICH WOULD NEVER GET PAST THE LEGALITIES, AND DEVOTE YOUR RESOURCES TO THE PROJECT THAT DR STEVEN GREER PUT FORTH IN HIS LAST DOCUMENTARY THE LOST CENTURY WHERE HE ASKS FOR PEOPLE TO SUPPORT HIM IN BUILDING THESE FREE ENERGY ZERO POINT GENERATORS THAT COULD POTENTIALLY SAVE THE ENVIRONMENT. IF YOU TOOK THE FACILITY YOU BOUGHT AND WHATEVER OTHER RESOURCES YOU MAY HAVE FOR THE HOVER CARS AND TEAMED UP WITH DR STEVEN GREER TO DO THAT, YOU MAY ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO START SOMETHING THAT COULD BE SUCCESSFUL. I'M JUST SAYING, BEING HIGH OUT OF YOUR MIND AND HIDING OUT IN A SHACK IN THE MOUNTAINS OF COLORADO FROM THE ILLUMINATI IS TOTALLY WASTING YOUR LIFE.

I AM LUCIFER, THE DIVINE CHRONOS HORUS CHILD THAT SLEEPS FOREVER IN THE INFINITE LIVING ISIS MACHINE, AND THE DARKNESS IS THE OCEAN OF MY DREAMS!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE PRIMEVAL DARKNESS, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazel-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[ushisrever]

I'm not sure you're taking requests now but if you do can i request an angst to fluff scenario of the msby boys + oikawa having a premature baby😭 ? Only if you're comfortable of course and if it's too many characters you can remove some. Also i just want to say that i absolutely love your writing it really fuel my baby fever for the past week 😂

They can’t be with you when you suddenly give birth

Members: Bokuto Kotarou, Meian Shugo, Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shoyo, Oikawa Tooru

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re suddenly giving birth before your full term (after 34 weeks and before 37 weeks). However, they are away on a business trip or away game and can’t get back even if they want to.

A/n: Hi Hi! Thank you for the request. For the request, I just made it that that delivery went earlier than expected but still in the safe side of it? I asked my doctor friend regarding about this lol. So, I made it that they are in an away game and you suddenly need to give birth. I hope you like it

BOKUTO KOTAROU

In all of the things that could have happened on that day, it had to be you giving birth

The moment he got a phone call from you saying that you’re about to give birth, it took awhile before Bokuto could process it

You may not know it, but he’s been taking note of the weeks as well before you give birth.

He’s crossing off the days before baby girl finally comes into the world to be loved by this bundle of joy

However, at 34 weeks, he didn’t expect that you’ll suddenly call him and tell him about the news

He doesn’t know what to do.  He’s all mixed emotions.

He’s in his hotel room with Hinata and he just stares at his phone

“Bokuto? Sweetie? Are you there? I-ugh-I have to-” you say from the other line as you feel the contractions.  You then hang up the phone without the idea what happened to your husband

Hinata then notices the unmoving Bokuto

“Bokuto, are you alright?” Hinata then notices the tears in Bokuto’s eyes

It took awhile before Bokuto could really tell Hinata what’s going on.

“Y/n’s giving birth.  It…it shouldn’t be happening yet! It should be up for another 5 weeks! I…I have to be there. I have to be,” Bokuto taps on his phone and is probably trying to book a ticket back home

“Bokuto, you have to calm down. I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go anywhere, especially in this state,” Hinata said. Hinata then immediately calls the manager.

Bokuto is all over the place. He kept pacing back and forth. He’s not sure anymore of what to do.

He’s not there with you. He’s not there to support you as he always says he will.

It probably took another five minutes before Bokuto then slumps down on the couch with his hands covering his face

It doesn’t take long before he gets a call from Akaashi

“AKAASHI!” Bokuto immediately answers.

“I’m with your wife.  I know for sure, you’re panicking now. Your wife wouldn’t want that now,” Akaashi answered.

“But she shouldn’t be giving birth now!” Bokuto cries once more.

“The doctor said it’ll be alright.  Y/n is in labor right now and I’ll be with her and update you on every step. I suggest you finish the game tomorrow and take the first flight after the game. Don’t worry about her, alright?” Akaashi then hears the sigh and probably Bokuto’s nod then.

Bokuto then follows Akaashi’s suggestion.  Bokuto didn’t get much sleep at that time.  Akaashi then gives him an update about it.

Even up until the morning, Bokuto’s only update is that you’re still in labor. He’s beginning to even more guilty that he’s not there in the hours you feel those painful contraction

“I should be there,” Bokuto said even when they were already preparing for the game.

Bokuto doesn’t really want to play at all. He wants to run and head to the airport; however, even you told him to stay and finish the game.

He probably can feel himself crying as he sees the court. However, after some time now he hears his phone ring. He looks at it and he finds a picture of you and the beautiful baby girl.

Under the picture it says “Emilia and I are cheering for you! Make sure to win the trophy, papa,”

Immediately, Bokuto is a bundle of joy. His motivation has increased and is much more focused on actually winning.  It doesn’t take long for them to win the game.

At that, he immediately packs up and takes the first flight back to Japan

The moment he steps foot in Japan, he immediately goes to the hospital.

He runs into the room with a burst of tears. “I’M SO SORRY, Y/N!” He says and hugs you tight.

Though, you’re not really blaming your husband.  He may not be there, but you know for sure you two have a lifetime together to take care of your beautiful baby girl

You don’t even wait for long and have him make sure he’s all clean before you take him to the nursery where the baby is

Bokuto is all soft for the baby and he can’t help but give you a kiss on the forehead

“I promise. I’ll be here for you on the next one,” he said.

“THE NEXT ONE?” It seems Bokuto is planning on a big family.

MEIAN SHUGO

No one would even know that Meian is in internal panic unless someone asks him at all

It is a few minutes before the game that the manager notices the quiet Meian sitting on the bench and looking at his phone

The manager then talks to him. “Is anything alright?” she asked.

Meian then sighs and gives himself time to be more compose and look at his manager

He then tells the manager that he got a message from you that you’re on labor

The manager is probably more in panic than him

Though, different thoughts are in his head.  However, knowing for sure that he can’t go anywhere else just yet especially with the game, he tries to push those thoughts

He then makes sure to finish the game and immediately head back home

With a calm resolve, he turns to the manager “Manager, if it’ll be alright, can you book a flight for me.  I’ll be leaving right after the game,” he answered.

His eyes are in full focus and seriousness as he enters the court

Though, there would times where he will lose focus

He’ll try to shrug it off.  He knows you’re in good hands

However, the moment the game is finished, he comes cleaning himself up and immediately runs out to the airport

He’s more fidgety when he’s in the airport and in the airplane

He gets updates now and then

Though, the moment he got out of Japan’s airport, he gets a message from his friend that you’ve just given birth and the baby boy is healthy

He doesn’t waste anymore time and takes the taxi to the hospital

When he’s in your arms, that’s probably the time his tears shows at the corner of his eyes

“It’s okay, my love,” you comfort him

You totally understand him. You know for sure.

“You have no idea how scared I am. I can’t help thinking if something is wrong,” he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

As a comfort, you then take him to the nursery to see the baby

He sure is quiet but at the same time still couldn’t process that he's a father now.

He may have taken a few hours just admiring his own son

MIYA ATSUMU

Okay. So, here’s the thing with Miya Atsumu as a husband and father

He’s the kind of person who will leave everything just so he can tend to you

So, the moment you find yourself in labor (you’re currently in Osamu’s onigiri restaurant) and way before the deadline, you know that Atsumu should not know about it…yet

He’s halfway around the world and he’s in an important game. You don’t want it to mess up the game at all

However, Osamu (Atsumu’s brother) thinks is not fair

So, he may or may have not told his brother about the issue

Atsumu then before the game, he immediately comes running out to the airport

Though, even with him leaving immediately, he still wasn’t able to help you through the labor

He’s in the airport when he finds out you’ve given birth

He probably sulk on his own at that

Felt all guilty for not helping you through the labor

For a moment, he finds himself sitting on a bench near duty free.  He’s probably contemplating for not trying to be there to you sooner

Though, he then finds a call from his brother

“You’re probably sulking right now, aren’t you?” Osamu said on the other line.

Atsumu doesn’t answer.

“It wasn’t your fault that your twin healthy girls came out earlier. However, I know for sure they are waiting to meet their dad. So get your ass up and get here quickly,” Osamu then hangs up.

Atsumu takes that as a slap and immediately stands up from his bench. Though, he may or may have not stopped at the gift shop to buy his daughters teddy bears as a gift from their daddy

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sakusa is part of the “calm” team

When he finds out at the eve of his final game that you’re on labor, he takes his time to process it first

He tries to act calm and may have locked himself in the bathroom first

He then starts texting his friend who is with you

He may be  far away but that will not stop him from helping you at all

He dictates every thing to his friend

“Make sure she gets enough ice chips. Does she have an extra pillow on her back? How many centimeters?” he texts and texts

Though, he may or may have not try to think too much of the early delivery

However, he makes sure he gets to talk to the doctor through the phone

He asks if anything will be alright.

He then talks to you through the phone and tries to calm you through the contractions

Though, everytime he hears your groans and whimpers, he can’t help but feel awful

“I know, sweetie.  You can do it, sweetie,” he said with teary eyes.

He didn’t even sleep all night.  He’s drunk as much coffee just to be there with you as much as he can.

He didn’t even come out of his room the next day (no game yet) and just stay with you through video call

However, when time comes, the call ended

This time, he can’t help but walk back and forth thinking about what is happening

Though, that “ping” stopped him from going crazy

As he sees a picture of his daughter, he immediately falls back on his bed

“Be healthy, baby girl,” he mumbles

The game went on smoothly for him and later on he comes back home to you

The tight hug is a big indicator of how much he’s worried about you

However, you’re smile and pat on the back made him just melt into your arms

“Come. Let’s see our sweet girl,” you mumbled.

HINATA SHOYO

Hinata is probably the kind of person that just melts

The ball of sunshine is filled with negative thoughts

When he finds a message from Tobio that you are in labor, he’s already packing up his bag

However, Sakusa is the one who probably pulled him back into his thoughts

Everything just happened too fast

He knows for himself that he should be ready for this moment

He should be with you

However, in 34 weeks time, here you are giving birth

Not on labor…but actually at the giving birth part

He thought he can even catch the last plane to get to you

However, everything just went too fast

It overwhelmed him to the point that tears falls across his cheeks

Sakusa had to tell him that everything is alright (Sakusa can confirm this since he went to call the doctor who is in charge and ask for any updates about it)

Though, when you’re all better, that’s when you call your husband for a video chat

You can see the puffy-faced Hinata. Though, you simply turn the camera and show your beautiful daughter in the nursery

“She wouldn’t want her daddy crying, right?” you said

Hinata then stops crying. Though, he’s quiet. He’s just looking at his daughter. If only he can just walk through the screen and actually hold his baby and kiss you for being so strong

“I’ll come home after the game, I promise,” Hinata mumbled but enough for you to hear

“Hear that Natalie? Daddy’s coming home soon,”

OIKAWA TOORU

He’ll probably do anything to get to you in no time

He’ll nag Hajime to make sure that you are okay

He’ll tell Hajime to do this and that that you might have to tell Tooru to take it easy on Hajime

“No, sweetie. He said he wants to be godfather, then he should do this for you, the mother of his godchild,” he said

You didn’t even bother arguing since you are focused on the labor

Though, Tooru is already at the airport to board when he gets a message that you just gave birth

He gets a picture and he may or may have not cried the whole time

He keeps saying something how his daughter is so cute

One look at the picture you sent , he’s already crying

He may have reached the hospital with puffy eyes

His eyes crying for more when he sees you in his reach

“How are you, baby?” he said before he gives you a kiss on the cheek

“All well and baby Emma is all good too,” you said

“Thank goodness,” Tooru sighed.

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