#it'll be good tho when it gets there i promise you that

[f-imaginings]

I have finally FINALLY got up to the dream scene at the start of the last mabelcorn in kmky and everything is flowing nicely finally, and the scenes and characterisation all are smooth and make sense and I am no longer going over the same establishing scenes like a pedant trying to make them perfect. SUCCESS!

Just have to knock out these next few bits then it's onto unicorn beatdowns, funny hats, pizza parties and loophole heists!

[vynegar]

14% of the way through....

[astonmartinii]

fresh out the slammer [guilty as sin part five] | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x sainz!reader

no court cases, no ferrari PR jail... i'm sure nothing will happen, right?

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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f1: THERE IT IS!!! The 2025 grid is set with Ollie Bearman at Haas, Franco Colapinto at Williams and Pepe Marti at Sauber.

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user317: HOLY SHIT

user318: i hate to celebrate someone losing their job in this economy but FUCK THAT MAN WOO HOO WELCOME TO UNEMPLOYMENT CARLOS SAINZ

olliebearman: can't wait to get started (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

user319: when are you going to recruit pepe and kimi to the leclerc family agenda

pepemarti: y/n has been my celeb crush since i was like 13 (sorry charles) so trust me idc about the spanish guy

olliebearman: he fully doesn't play about y/n, he even tries to read poetry (key word being tries)

pepemarti: you can shame me all you like but i think y/n would appreciate the effort

yourusername: you would be correct !

pepemarti: OMG ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

charles_leclerc: i'll take you in if you promise you're over your crush on y/n, it would be very inappropriate

pepemarti: I AM I SWEAR

user320: i know carlos gotta be sick seeing the spanish youngster freak out more about his sister

yourusername: i fear he has bigger fish to fry right now

user321: @carlossainz55 BOO! did i scare you? i'm a job application

user322: being on the internet as a sainz fan gotta be torture at this point

user323: former delusional carlando fan here! he brought this upon himself lol

maxverstappen1: evil may be conquered but these three and kimi look like prime candidates to join the united front of hating

yourusername: we gotta get them started while they're young

charles_leclerc: i fear we don't have enough room in the house for all these kids

francocolapinto: do we really need the aussie?

oscarpiastri: i was here before you ???

yourusername: we can get bunkbeds?

olliebearman: does leo really need him own room

charles_leclerc: WATCH THAT TONE

kimiantonelli: i'm quite small if that helps

yourusername: looks like we have a new favourite

pepemarti: ????????

user324: see? carlos loses his job and suddenly all is good in f1 again... coincidence? i think not.

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yourusername: and the pieces all fall into place ...

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user326: this is a level of motherism we have yet to see in f1

user327: and mother in a literal sense these ones take her up to like five grid kids and one dog

maxverstappen1: don't erase her cat godson and goddaughter

yourusername: leo is almost fully cat trained ( ≧ᗜ≦)

albonpets: do not even think of coming for our brand

yourusername: which one am i talking to?

albonpets: HORSEY

yourusername: ... okay then

charles_leclerc: seriously?

yourusername: i'm not going to fight a (my favourite) albon cat charles, i may have the sainz last name but i'm NOT carlos

charles_leclerc: it'll be leclerc before you know it

yourusername: (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

user328: no because at this point i can fully picture carlos having an argument with a cat

albonpets: we're down to tussle for y/n

user329: i'm dying, carlos lost so bad ALBON PETS ARE SHADING HIM

user330: guys are we ready for monza tho? y/n and charles fully back, the united front of hating back, italy don't play about charles... carlos girl i'd sit this one out it doesn't even matter that you're driving the red car

maxverstappen1: at least it won't be me being booed for once

carlossainz55: i'm not a bitch. if people want to boo me they'll only expose themselves as sheep

oscarpiastri: BAAAA

olliebearman: BAAAA

francocolapinto: BAAAA

kimiantonelli: BAAAA

pepemarti: BAAAA

charles_leclerc: parenthood is so precious

carlossainz55: you think i care that these little runts like you guys? they'll be out the sport faster than your other little pet american

logansargeant: at least i'm pretty

francocolapinto: sorry i can't hear you over my williams seat - you really thought that was gonna be yours huh 🤔

user331: obsessed with how carlos has just resorted to name calling because his only 'ammunition' against y/n is that she always wanted to marry charles and didn't want to work

user332: if that's illegal LOCK ME UP BABY

yourusername: they nearly did 😭

user332: oh yeah my bad g

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charles_leclerc: fresh out the slammer

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user333: LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

francocolapinto: VAMOSSSSSS

user334: this was actually insanely poetic, ferrari i'm still angry at you but thank you for this genius strategy

user335: today you are excused, tomorrow we go back to hating

user336: the north remembers

yourusername: never in doubt starboy - i love you, you deserve this so much

charles_leclerc: i love you more, this win is for you after everything we've been through

yourusername: you're too sweet - it's all you baby and the win is all yours, my prize is being. yours

charles_leclerc: so glad we could have all of our REAL family around us today

yourusername: i love you all ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

oscarpiastri: i guess if there's anyone to lose to here, it would be my grid dad

francocolapinto: if you don't want the P2 i'll gladly take it off of your hands

yourusername: okay babies let's calm down and celebrate that we ALL scored points today

olliebearman: thanks mum and dad

pepemarti: did you guys see my F2 podium (๑>◡<๑)?

charles_leclerc: we did!

yourusername: well done pepe :3

pepemarti: hehehehehehheheheheehehehe

maxverstappen1: oh boy got out of ferrari jail and now we're ALL being subjected to the conjugal visits

charles_leclerc: stay outta my business

maxverstappen1: BROTHER 4 MILLION PEOPLE IN YOUR BUSINESS

yourusername: and four million people know my man is off limits

yourusername: @carlossainz55 stop paying instagram models to flirt with my man

charles_leclerc: @carlossainz55 what money are you using for this i had to close my DMs

user337: HE'S PAYING INSTAGRAM MODELS TO TRY AND FLIRT WITH CHARLES THE VERY GUY WHO HAD HIS CHILDHOOD RIVAL DELIVER LOVE LETTERS WHEN HIS PHONE WAS TAKEN ???

oscarpiastri: we never said carlos was smart

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f1tea: the ramifications of the sainz civil war may be a lot worse than previously feared. carlos sainz does not have a seat for the 2025 f1 season and doesn't look like he'll be chosen for a reserve role either with bridges with red bull firmly burnt. however, one of the biggest effects of this 'war' has been on those who still choose to associate with carlos. it's been reported that mclaren have had to turn down a number of sponsors after they asked that it is only run on oscar's car and that lando norris is not seen with the brand. do you think we'll see lando jump ship from carlos or will mclaren become a safehaven for sainz?

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user341: mclaren? a safe haven for carlos sainz? the same mclaren that houses the first child of y/n and charles? i'd like to see them try

user342: finally the carlando PR spin is dead

user343: they way they both thought that was their ultimate get out of jail free card and now it's like incriminating

user344: isn't this all getting a little petty now? like y/n and charles are together and carlos doesn't have a seat? what's the point of keeping all of this drama going?

user345: tbf this 'drama' was never going away the moment they exposed themselves for trying to use their daughter/sister as bait to further carlos' career

user346: if that wasn't downright criminal then unlawfully suing your daughter/sister for everything she rightfully earnt WAS

user347: yeah just because 55 fans and the sainzs themselves want to bury that loss doesn't mean it's not like one of the first things that come up when. you google carlos - of course sponsors are not gonna want ANYTHING to do with that

user348: poor lando getting caught in the petty crossfire

user349: i mean he was shit slinging at y/n after austria and that girl has levels of voodoo only taylor swift can better

user350: he's also a grown man who has seen this all go down behind the scenes so he's made his bed and has to lie in it

user351: the way the sponsors are just piling up for charles as well karma really is doing a number right now

user352: his charm is so universal that oscar is becoming one of the most marketable drivers as well

user353: no but as someone who was on the ground at monza, it's BAD like people were wearing their sainz merch with the 55 or spanish flag covered up

user354: oh he got them acting like middle aged football fans it's BAD

user355: at least they haven't started burning stuff yet

user356: if he takes out charles i fear it won't take long

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yourusername: my new poetry and letter collection, the alchemy, is out today and you guys already made it a new york times bestseller. my heart is so full! the last couple months made me feel like i would never get to love so thank you for showing me that everything is possible x

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user357: ma'am i am in love with you

user358: get in line buddy

charles_leclerc: i will run all of you over

maxverstappen1: thank you for the dedication, it was a traumatic time for us all

yourusername: you simply could've not read my private letters to my lover?

maxverstappen1: and where's the fun in that?

yourusername: a pigeon wouldn't have done this to me...

maxverstappen1: yeah well a pigeon also hasn't been your best friend for years and doesn't have a couch and cats to comfort you

yourusername: you make a good point

user359: she's really out here making me believe in love

charles_leclerc: the most talented woman in the world, i'm blessed to be on the receiving end of such words

yourusername: writing is so much easier with a muse like you

charles_leclerc: you're making me blush

user360: sure if my boyfriend was a greek god i'd also write good poetry

charles_leclerc: no you couldn't, not like her

yourusername: (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n, what an achievement! however, i do think the real achievement here is getting this grid to read a book

georgerussell63: excuse me?

alexalbon: ... you got me but i wanted the tea ☕️

charles_leclerc: APPRECIATE THE POETRY PEOPLE

alexalbon: funny how the letters were back and forth... but none of yours made it to the book

yourusername: ALEX :(

charles_leclerc: i didn't want my sad ramblings to drag down her shine - i thought you would get that seeing how bad you are at golf compared to lily

lilymunhe: oop.

user361: where are the children

yourusername: eating my cake :(

maxverstappen1: they're actually being really cute and are all sat in a circle reading it (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

charles_leclerc: gotta make sure they can read none of us finished school

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f1: LAST LAP SHUNT! Carlos Sainz takes Max Verstappen out in baku and the two did not mince their words on the radio

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user363: not to be dramatic but that's lowkey attempted murder

user364: at this point carlos is trying to ACTUALLY recreate that list of crimes meme

user365: let's get his ass in JAIL then

oscarpiastri: if i speak i'm in big trouble

carlossainz55: speak it big man - if you wanna act like a big guy back it up

oscarpiastri: okay you are a narcissistic misogynist who can't bear being told no. you are a talented man but without your name you would be nowhere but you lack the selfawareness to be grateful for where you are which is why you don't have a job. you are reckless and dangerous and the very few friends you have will drop you when you no longer serve a purpose in f1

user366: oh shit babe came out swinging

oscarpiastri: i'm hearing a lot of CRICKETS?

oscarpiastri: exactly - pussy.

user367: thank you franco colapinto for bringing back drivers with zero media training

user368: once again i am asking for proximity chat in f1

user369: the sweet souls on twitter would NOT be able to handle it

yourusername: bro tried to assassinate my best friend but i'm the problem

carlossainz55: stop being so dramatic, if anyone was to purposely hurt someone it would be max - look where he came from

yourusername: first of all FUCK YOU

yourusername: second of all, max is stronger than you ever will be, how dare you try and use his childhood against him when you know he's nothing but a gentle soul

yourusername: thirdly, by this logic the reason i'm such a 'gold-digging back-stabbing whore' is because of YOU GUYS

user370: i am absolutely losing it at the fact that carlos is furiously typing these at the fia HQ

user371: i know his PR officer is TIRED

francocolapinto: sorry our uncle got sniped but we did also get points @olliebearman

olliebearman: JUST TO SAY WE WENT TO SEE MAX AND HE IS OKAY BUT YES THANK YOU FOR THE POINTS

yourusername: guys lets keep the inside thoughts inside

francocolapinto: so you're not proud of us (╹ -╹)?

yourusername: I AM, I AM, WE ARE (charles is on the podium he'll tell you later)

francocolapinto: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

olliebearman: ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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maxverstappen1: i lived bitch

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user372: they're gonna have to do a little more than that to take down the united front of hating

user373: 50g can't stop the grind for these dudes

maxverstappen1: i would call that man a bitch with my last breath

user374: them celebrating the end of carlos' career by doing a mukbang is killing me

user375: when the funeral food be good as fuck you be forgetting who died

carlossainz55: you guys really are so pathetic

maxverstappen1: i didn't try to pimp out my sister, make her homeless then sue her but that might just me be

maxverstappen1: also the data will prove what we all know btw

carlossainz55: that you're reckless just like your daddy?

maxverstappen1: at least i can admit my dad is an asshole and i distanced myself, your dad is just as much a bitch but you gotta parade him around because no one else can bear being around you

carlossainz55: the only bad thing my dad ever did in his life is help bring the spawn of satan into the world

maxverstappen1: whatever, enjoy your race ban bozo

user376: is max suggesting ... it was on purpose

user377: if it was carlos might just be as dumb as they all say because fool was about to get a podium

yourusername: THEY CAN'T GET RID OF US BITCH

maxverstappen1: you're a sick motherfucker if you're enjoying this sainz disasterclass well i only just got out of the medical centre 🤧🤧🤧

charles_leclerc: no but deadass we're sorry you got taken out

maxverstappen1: someone had to be the mercutio to you people's romeo and juliet

maxverstappen1: PLEASE DO NOT KILL YOURSELVES AFTER I'VE GONE THROUGH ALL THIS SHIT FOR YOU

yourusername: we can't leave you with all these kids

charles_leclerc: yeah that's a lot of kids to inherit

user378: christian horner i hate you but you gotta get on your zoom

oscarpiastri: where's my congratulations 🤨

maxverstappen1: @yourusername @charles_leclerc yeah you can keep your kids

charles_leclerc: we're proud of you oscar (don't beat me again)

yourusername: well done oscar (your verbal takedown was particularly impressive as well)

oscarpiastri: 🤭🤭🤭

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[gothicfied]

Comforting the spanish nt after the nations league final

Pairings: Lamine Yamal x Reader, Pedri x Reader, Gavi x Reader, Pau Cubarsi x Reader, Fermin Lopez x Reader, Dean Huijsen x Reader, Nico Williams x Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing on Gavi's part, other than that it's just fluff/comfort, reader is implied to be spanish in some parts, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

A/N: lolololol I actually couldn't care any less about them losing and Morata basically just got karma for the whole "¿Donde esta Musiala?" thing last year. Where he is? Where's your penalty goal? Anyway, I do kinda feel bad for them because I was lowkey rooting for Spain. No hate to any of the players tho, this is just a sport that no one should take that seriously. Enjoy!

Lamine Yamal

Your mood after Ronaldo's equalizer in the 61' minute was basically already ruined. To see your boyfriend fight so hard for a win and still get fouled left and right, booed by the portuguese fans and very obviously not feeling confident with his own skills was heartbreaking to say the least.

You wanted your nation to win. To feel that euphoria again, like after the EURO's. But most importantly, you wanted to see Lamine win.

The loss hit hard and everyone around you seemed inconsolable. With the rest of Lamine's family, you waited for him at the end of the tunnel, feeling really annoyed with the sound of the Portugal National Team celebrating outside.

Wordlessly, Lamine approached you and hugged you right after his mom and dad. Carefully, you threaded your hands through his — patchily bleached — hair, smiling to yourself when you felt him squeeze you even tighter. He is your starboy, the best player in the word (to you, at least) and seeing him so discouraged and agitated made your heart ache for him.

"You okay?" You asked after a minute or two of just standing there in each others arms. Lamine just shook his head in a more hesitant way — He hated admitting to stuff like this. Whenever he lost, or the team lost, he felt weak and he thought he could've done more. You had to keep reminding him that this was a group effort.

"You did your best," You pulled away from his slowly to face him, "and I'm proud of you. It'll be better next time, I promise you." Your boyfriend gave you a little smile and kissed your forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Pedri

"I'm sorry I couldn't win it for you. Jesus what is wrong with me? I probably missed the open net like.... twenty times!" Pedri whined next to you in the car back to the hotel the team was staying in. He had been complaining ever since he found you in the crowd of relatives, friends and partners of the other players.

And he wasn't complaining because of a selfish reason or anything, no, he was complaining because he disappointed you. Pedri would've loved seeing you with the trophy, or his gold medal around your neck. And after all of that, playing like god was watching, all he had was a second place prize. It simply wasn't good enough.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself." You responded and took his hand into yours. Pedri was the most talented player on the team, you were sure of it. And you loved him no less when he lost or when he didn't play his best — That would be ridiculous!

"I have to be hard on myself! I just.. I could've.." Hearing him sound so defeated almost made you cry. You didn't care that your nation didn't win, you only cared about your boyfriend and the fact that this seemed to really bother him. You reached for Pedris face and turned him towards you, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"There is always a next time. You were great out there. And, I mean, there's many more trophies for you to win! Who actually cares about the nations league anyway?" The footballer smiled against your lips and kissed you back, because it seemed like that was the only thing that would make the pain go away.

Gavi

When Gavi loses, he's angry. Irritated. Frustrated. And it's even worse when he doesn't get a chance to help out his team. You came to Germany in hopes of seeing your boyfriend play his best and win this goddamn trophy. He loves playing for Spain like nothing else, it fills him with the greatest pride on the planet. De la Fuente not giving him any minutes made your blood boil.

Gavi stared into nothingness while you were getting ready for bed. He had his arms crossed over his chest, like the whole night actually, still fuming about the outcome of the game.

When you were finally done, you let yourself fall into the softness of the bed, immediately crawling under the blanket for some warmth. The whole room was filled with a cold atmosphere because of your boyfriend, even though he didn't even want it to. Gavi loved you like nothing else, but he'd always go non-verbal after a bitter loss.

"Gavi?"

No reaction.

"Gaaavi?"

Still no reaction.

"Pablo?"

When hearing his first name, his head snapped to you and his gaze finally softened from his constant frowning. "I'm sorry," He eventually huffed out, "This shit just fucking sucks." You understood him perfectly, even though you don't play any sport comparable to football.

You also had great pride in your country and sometimes it was like Gavi loved Spain more than himself. After a minute of silence, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face between him and the pillow behind him. "I know you would've scored." You mumbled to him. Gavi's hands came to rest on your hips as he reciprocated the warm hug that he really needed right now.

"I'll do it next time. For you."

Pau Cubarsi

Pau isn't one to cry or sulk over a loss. Losing against Portugal and a big player like Ronaldo surely had it's impact on him, though. He didn't play — He didn't get the chance to play. And on one level, he understood the decision: This wasn't just a game with no importance, this was the final and it was obvious his coach would rely on more experienced players.

"I swear I'm not mad. Just a little disappointed, that's all." Your boyfriend said as he examined the silver medal hung around his neck. It felt like you were more upset about the loss than him, but that's kinda what you liked about Pau. He's a sweetheart and wouldn't lose his cool, ever. You wish to be like him more often than not.

And while all this commotion was going around you, Pau only had eyes for you. Sure, he was just as sad as some of his other team mates, but seeing you made it all better.

"Well, I still want you to know that I'm proud of you." Gratefully, you accepted him hugging you as a response to your words. Pau's hugs were warm, comforting and always helped you in the times you needed it most.

You were originally planning on comforting him, but it seems like it was the other way around now. And you didn't complain.

"We'll win it next time. The world cup I mean. And I'll do my best, for you if course."

"You'd win it just for me?"

"Obviously. You need something to brag about to your friends, right? For example, a super great boyfriend who's the champion of the world."

Fermin Lopez

Benched. He was benched both games. Why would you waste his time like this? Oh, he got a free trip to Germany just to lose, how great. Yes, it seemed like you were more frustrated about Fermin not getting a chance to play than the actual loss of Spain itself.

"Like.. what was he thinking? Seriously, with you on the pitch, I'm sure y'all would've won. Like, this is ridiculous. Like, so ridiculous! Like.."

"How often do you wanna say 'like' in a row?" Fermin laughed at your temper.

"I don't know. How come you're so calm about this?"

Your boyfriend shrugged and looked on ahead on the road, the lights on the side of the street mirroring in his oh so beautiful eyes. "It's football. We'll win it next time, my love." Fermin's voice soothed your mood.

"It's not just football, though. It's... well, it's your life, isn't it? Your job, your hobby.." Fermin laughed again, looking at you with a 'are-you-serious-right-now' kind of expression. You couldn't quite read him or what he was thinking right now and maybe that frustrated you a little more.

"There's so much more to my life than football. For example: You. Who cares about some trophy when I have you by my side." Now you had to smile at his cheesy words.

"Oh, I love you, Fermin."

"Oh, I love you too."

Dean Huijsen

The last few weeks have been a huge deal to Dean. The move to Real Madrid, his boyhood club, the nations league final coming closer and closer... he was so excited and kept telling you about it. All that, just to lose. He was beside himself.

Your poor boyfriend was completely shattered after losing in the penalty shootout, immediately trying to find you and his family after the winner's ceremony. With how tall he was, you were able to spot him quite fast and make a beeline to him. You knew Dean, and usually he'd be fine with a loss, but this? This was a different number.

"Ohh, I'm so so sorry, my love." You whispered in his ear while holding him close. The death grip Dean had on you told you everything you needed to know. His whole body hurt from all that running around — Running around and defending for his life, which still didn't win him the trophy he deserved.

"I just... I really wanted to win this time." Dead had burried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling strings of words you didn't quite make out with all the noise around you.

Eventually, he pulled back and kissed you as a form of gratitude for you being here. It might've not been the trophy today, but he sure as hell won in life by having you with him. He was sure you were the best thing that happened to him in his life.

Nico Williams

Nervously, Nico was tugging at his shorts while waiting on the sidelines for his family, and for you. The silver medal around his neck hung heavy — Heavy with defeat and the tears of the people he disappointed. He surely put his all into this one match, creating chances left and right, but ultimately it wasn't enough.

"Nico?" He heard your voice peep out from behind him. "Nico! Baby, I'm so sorry." Without another word, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him towards you, obviously thinking that he needed some serious comforting.

His large hands wrapped around your torso, relishing in the warmth your body gave him. "It's okay," Nico started, voice just as confident as before the match. "We gave it our best. It's whatever now."

You pulled back slightly, just to be able to press a kiss to his forehead and gaze into his eyes. "It's not whatever. I swear, that referee was paid, I'm sure of it!" Your boyfriend laughed at your conspiracy theory and just shook his head.

There wasn't much comforting needed when yiu were there — So effortlessly funny and sweet. Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you. "I love you, mi amor."

[getpaigeawayfromchris]

TBD on the title (Medieval Pazzi Fic): CHAPTER ONE

Summary: Basically Paige and Azzi are princesses (ish... it'll make more sense when you read it) and Paige has a fat crush on Azzi (not unlike real life) but Azzi sort of doesn't like her back like that (Azzi's sort of an asshole to start but bear with me) WARNINGS: Illness... that's probably all for this chapter Word Count: 2.9k A/N: This is probably bad. However, it isn't ai and I would be happy to post screenshots of proof of that (DONT USE AI FOR WRITING IT ISNT GOOD AND EVERYONE CAN TELL). Anyway open to suggestions on the title. If it sucks and I should never be on Tumblr again feel free to tell me that. Send thoughts fr tho

The ink was frozen again. Not truly but it sloshed around in the pot. Paige stirred it with her pen hoping it would break up again.

She'd forgotten to put more coals in the fire. Again. She’d been standing in the study too long.

Winter in Stronghold wasn’t pleasant, but it could be worse. Paige liked the winter. Less school because it was too cold most of the time. Less obligations for her because it was considered holiday time for most children.

Children.

Paige was still a child. Seventeen. Part of her wished she still felt like one. The other part was happy to be ‘in the know’ on everything going on. Of course, it wasn’t easy knowing the things that she knew. It would be hard enough to just be a teenager with a dying father. But Paige was lucky enough that her father happened to be the king of Stronghold. 

That was why she was in the study anyway. Practicing his signature. Just in case some documents came through and he was too weak to sign. 

She practiced it over and over. Just the same two words. His first and last name. None of them were good. At least, Paige didn’t think so. She couldn’t get it perfect. She tried probably fifty times a day but they all ended up crumpled into little balls. The letters weren’t just like his. The spacing wasn’t even close.

They said he had a year. That was four months ago. Paige doubted he’d even make it to summer at this rate. The goal was for him to make it till she's eighteen and can legally take over. Then, it would all be hers. It wasn’t that Paige didn’t want to lead one day. She’d been raised with the idea that she had to eventually. It was more that her dad was dying and she was being asked to pick up his slack instead of being with him. She wanted to—

“You’re wasting the good paper” Evelyn said from the doorway. 

Paige didn’t turn. “It’s the bad paper.”

“Ah. Then waste away.”

Evelyn set a plate with some fruit on the table. “Eat, Paige.”

“Not hungry.”

“You haven’t been hungry in four months. You’re going to give yourself a headache.”

Paige exhaled through her nose. “I’ll eat half.”

“I’ll take it.”

Evelyn wandered through the study. Tidying things that were already clean. Organizing things that were already neat. Eventually, she stepped behind Paige and looked at what she was working on.

“He’s left handed, you know.”

“Ok, well, I’m not.” Paige rolled her eyes.

“Well, you write like you’re trying to be.”

Paige didn’t respond to that. Instead opting to ask a more productive question. “How’s the weather outside?”

Evelyn shrugged. “Same as usual. Cold. South towers are colder than usual.”

Paige hummed. 

“You missed morning prayers again.” Evelyn didn’t sound disapproving. More so concerned. Paige didn’t like that.

“Yeah. Didn’t feel like going I guess.”

Evelyn rested a hand on her shoulder. It was warm and painfully motherly. “You’ve been thinking too hard, Paige. You can talk to me, you know?”

Paige just shook her head and stood up. “I’m all good, Evelyn. Promise. Let’s just go.”

Evelyn sighed. Then smiled softly. “Try not to glare at the diplomats today.”

Paige glanced at her. “I don’t glare.”

Evelyn chuckled. “You do. You got it from your mother.”

–

Paige liked eating breakfast with her dad. It was her way of spending time with him because he couldn’t do much else these days. She was never a big breakfast person until now, though. Her dad had always been a breakfast person. That’s sort of why she’d started eating with him every morning.

Evelyn never went in with her. Sometimes, Paige wanted her to. And as much as Paige thought that Evelyn treated her like a child, there were times where that was what she needed. To not have any extra responsibilities. To have someone else help her and take care of things for her. 

“You’re late again.” Her father said as she entered the room. Though his face told Paige that he didn’t even really know what time it was.

“Forgive me, great king.” Paige’s tone was sarcastic. “I was busy trying to forge your signature for official documents.” 

“Well, don’t get too good at it.” He wiped his mouth on a cloth. “They’ll forget I’m not dead yet.” He laughed then started coughing. And coughing. And coughing. Paige got him a glass of water from the nightstand.

He muttered a thank you when his coughing fit ended. Paige sat down next to his bed as a woman brought in some food for them. Paige cut his toast and poured his drink for him. It was hard sometimes, to see her dad in a state where he couldn’t even cut his own toast. She always thought of her dad as an invincible man who could beat anything. She didn’t let those feelings show on her face. 

He started to eat slowly. Then he looked at her. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah.” Paige lied. She hadn’t slept well in a while. He didn’t need to know that though.

He raised an eyebrow anyway. “ are You lying to me?”

Paige huffed a small laugh. “Mmm. Got it from you, I guess.” 

Paige eyed his drink. She could tell his medicine wasn’t in it. “Hey, why isn’t your medication in your water this morning?” 

Her father didn’t meet her eyes. “It doesn’t taste good.”

“It makes your lungs work, Dad.”

“Ehh… only a little.”

Paige frowned. She didn’t like that. Not even taking his medication? “Dad cmon you know it’s good for you.” 

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he looked at her again. “You don’t have to worry about me like that, Paige. It’s not good for you to worry so much.”

“Ok, well, I am worried about you. I’m not the one dying here.” Paige stopped herself before she said anything else too close to how she’d been feeling these days.

He reached out and set his hand on hers. It was wrinkly and a little cold. “I know, kid. I know.”

“You’re going to the courts today?” Her dad asked, eager to change the subject.

“Oh, yeah.”

He hummed. “Well, watch out for the Fudds. They probably want money.”

Paige felt her face flush at the mention of that family. She knew it was really bad to keep secrets from your dying father but she couldn’t tell him about this. It’d bring him to an even earlier grave.

“Got it. No giving them money.” 

Her dad looked like he was thinking about something. He shook his head. Whatever he was going to say, he must have changed his mind. “Don’t glare at Azzi Fudd today.”

Paige nearly choked on her water. “What? I’ve never glared at her? Why do you and Evelyn think I’m always glaring at people?”

He chuckled. “Because you do glare, Paige. Especially at Azzi.”

“I don’t glare at Azzi, dad.” Paige isn’t lying. She doesn’t glare at Azzi. Though, she probably does look at her a lot. Maybe too much.

“Alright. Alright. You don’t glare at Azzi.”

He coughed hard then. Paige got him a napkin and more water. Eventually, Evelyn came back in. That means time to go. Paige stood up and squeezed her dads hand.

“I’ll come see you later, ok?” 

Her father smiled. “Alright. Make me proud in the courts today.”

Paige gave him a tight smile and walked out with Evelyn. 

When they got to the hall, Paige counted her breaths. One, two, three. 

“We have to go Paige. Being late for the courts isn’t a good look.”

Paige cleared her throat. “I know. Let’s go.”

Evelyn walked with her to the courts. “You won’t be introduced until after the trade talks. We aren’t involved in that today.”

“Good. Hate the trade dudes anyway.”

“If you don’t want to talk, today is the day you can get away with that. You’re just a face for this meeting.”

“Perfect. My favorite kind of meetings.” Paige really did hate talking to other people. At least, in the courts. 

Paige and Evelyn passed a lot of people in the halls. Most of them smiled or bowed or did something to show respect for Paige. She kinda hated that sort of thing. Paige felt like she hadn’t done anything yet, so she hadn’t earned their respect. 

They stopped in front of the door and listened. Trade talks were still happening. Evelyn smoothed out Paige’s shirt. “The Fudds are here today.”

Paige sighed. “Yeah my dad told me.”

“They brought Azzi.”

“I figured.”

Paige heard the voices quiet down through the door so she pushed it open. Evelyn followed her. It wasn’t that Evelyn wasn’t allowed into the courts, it was more just untraditional. Paige always asked Evelyn to come with her, though. It was almost a comfort thing to have her there. 

Every head in the room turned to face Paige and Evelyn as they took their seats in the front, facing the crowd. When they were seated, whoever was first on the list started talking. Paige hadn’t read the order of today yet. She didn’t need to. She didn’t have to talk.

Paige glanced around the room. The usual faces were there. Diplomats, leaders, and representatives from the neighboring nations were all making their case for more money or resources. It really was the same stuff every time. Paige didn’t get why they had to do all this.

She spotted the Fudds (not that she was looking or anything) sitting almost directly to her left. Just Tim, Katie, and Azzi today. 

Tim Fudd looked like business as usual. Katie was whispering quietly to Azzi. The Fudds lead a well run nation. Paige’s dad always respected them, but never trusted them. That was a common theme throughout these meetings. 

Azzi was sitting a bit behind her parents. She didn’t have any attendants with her. She looked every bit  the perfect princess. She was much more into the whole “royal” thing than Paige was. Azzi hadn’t changed much. Or maybe she had. Paige didn’t get to see her up close that often. A few times in school. Once across a war table. And now she was here. 

She looked a lot more formal than Paige did. Her curls were braided. That was definitely new. Azzi met her gaze for a second. Maybe less. Paige felt her cheeks flush and she looked away. She swore she saw Azzi smirk out of the corner of her eye.

“Don’t look so obvious.” Evelyn said, bringing Paige back to the present.

“I’m not..” Paige’s voice wasn’t convincing

“You are. I can feel it from here.”

The meeting was boring as usual. Paige only had to speak once. Azzi’s dad asked her why she’s here instead of her father again. Paige came up with some lie about him dealing with an issue in a different part of the nation. She felt Azzi look at her again. Paige didn’t look back this time.

When they wrapped up, Paige had to stand outside and thank people for coming. She really hated doing that but she was being forced to be nice as the host nation. Paige watched as the Fudds came out. Katie and Tim moved to talk to someone Paige didn’t know. Azzi stopped in front of her.

Paige took a deep breath. “Thanks for coming. Hope the travel wasn’t difficult.” 

Azzi tilted her head. “It wasn’t.”

Then she walked away. Paige watched her leave. That was more words than she got last time. Maybe that means progress. Probably not, though. She wasn’t sure why Azzi didn’t like her. Paige was almost sure she hadn’t done anything wrong. 

She breathed in and held it for a few seconds. This was about to be a long day. 

Paige excused herself from her ‘thanks for coming’ station and moved to one of the side rooms. 

She let herself in and closed the door behind her. She just needed to take a deep breath and reset a bit. 

“You probably shouldn’t be in here” Azzi’s voice rang from the back of the room. 

Of course. Azzi was the last person Paige wanted to see right now. Azzi wasn’t going to help with Paige’s mental reset.

“I didn’t know you were in here.” By some power Paige kept her voice even.

“Clearly.”

“I’ll just go.”

“Or I could.” Azzi was smirking at her now.

“Suit yourself then.”

Azzi didn’t move. “You looked like you were gonna pass out up there.”

Paige scoffed, but didn’t rise to it. “I didn’t, though.”

“Yeah, but you were close.” Azzi looked her up and down.

“Are you here to brag or something?” Paige was beginning to get frustrated.

“If I wanted to brag I’d have brought my parents.” 

“Shut up, Azzi.”

Azzi smiled like she knew she struck a nerve. “You spoke well.”

Paige blinked at her. “What?”

“I said you spoke well. I mean, for someone who looked like they were about to collapse.”

Paige laughed a little. “You do this in every foreign place? Hide in empty rooms and insult the host?”

“Just the ones who stare at me all the time.”

Paige shut her mouth and exhaled through her nose. She can’t find it in herself to deny it.

“Rumor has it your dad is sick.”

Paige’s eyes snapped up to hers. “Who told you that?”

“No one. Except, kind of, you just now.”

Paige closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Azzi spoke again. “So, is he gonna make it to your eighteenth?”

“I don’t— I’m not talking about this with you.” Paige didn’t open her eyes. “Stop pretending you know anything about me.”

“You’re right. I know nothing about you. Yet.”

Paige pushed off the door and stepped closer to Azzi.

Azzi moved before Paige could speak. “I’ll leave you to your breakdown.”

“I wasn’t having a breakdown…” Paige’s voice wasn’t confident.

Azzi smirked. “Bye, Paige.”

-

Paige had retreated to her room and changed into something less formal. She was planning on looking over the documents from the meeting today, or maybe just going straight to bed. Either way, that plan was put on hold when someone knocked on her door. She figured it was Evelyn. Maybe one of the nurses who was  looking after her dad. 

Paige wasn’t going to answer yet. Her plan was to make whoever it was knock twice. Her dinner was uneaten on the desk. Paige knew she should just eat it, but she really didn’t want to put that level of effort in right now.

Another knock. 

Paige sighed and went to open the door. 

Azzi Fudd.

“Why are you outside my room right now?” Paige said flatly. “Guests aren’t supposed to be in these parts of the halls.” 

“Well I wasn’t supposed to be in your little breakdown room either. Guess I’m on a roll.” Azzi looked satisfied about something. She was wearing silk pajamas like the princess she is. Almost made Paige feel underdressed, despite the fact that she was also just in pajamas. 

Paige crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t really know how to talk to Azzi sometimes. So, she waited for Azzi to speak first. Except Azzi wasn’t speaking first. She was just looking at Paige with an expression she couldn’t read.

Finally Azzi spoke. “Well are you going to let me in?”

“Are you going to be nice to me?”

“Probably not.”

“Then no.” 

Azzi raised an eyebrow and looked at Paige, unimpressed. 

Paige let out a sigh that was bone deep but moved away from the door anyway. “You can come in.”

Paige flopped on her bed and watched Azzi. She was just walking around Paige’s room. Looking at her stuff. Paige felt lucky there was nothing in here Azzi wasn’t supposed to see. 

“They gave me access to the library.” Azzi said, finally sitting on Paige’s desk chair. “Like I’m here to read or something.”

“Every guest gets access to the library. And you’re here because your dad wanted to talk trade deals.”

Azzi smiled a little. “He talks. I listen.”

Paige fully sat up to face Azzi.

Azzi wasn’t looking at her at first. Then she was. “I saw you earlier.”

“In the meetings?” Paige asked, confused.

“No, in your breakdown room.”

“Well of course you saw me. You were in the room too dumbass.” 

Azzi rolled her eyes at Paige. “If you’d let me finish, I meant I saw how you didn’t deny staring at me.”

Paige's mouth opened and closed like a fish. She didn’t know what to say to that. She honestly couldn’t believe she hadn’t denied it. Had she been that overwhelmed in the moment?

“I’m gonna go.” Azzi said as she went to the door.

“Why’d you even come?” 

“Just wanted to make you mad before bed.”

Paige followed Azzi to the door, ready to close it behind her. “Yeah well. You succeeded.”

“Good.” Azzi walked out the door. Paige closed and locked it.

Paige sat on the edge of her bed and dropped her head into her hands. Having a crush on Azzi wasn’t fun. Now Azzi probably knew about said crush. Even less fun. Paige would rather Azzi never spoke to her than whatever they’ve been doing today. She didn’t even know why Azzi hated her so much. Or why sometimes it seemed like Azzi didn’t hate her at all. 

Paige looked at the documents on her desk. Those could wait till tomorrow. Evelyn would probably kill her for being up this late anyway.

And tomorrow would probably be worse.

[illbegottenfaith]

only getting married

the news of your engagement is a surprising and off-putting thing. good thing theo recognises it as the cry for help that it is. (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

a/n - I had well and truly moved on from this series but after watching the season 6 finale of House I got the idea for this fic which sets up perfectly for a part 4 of the reader's wedding so!!! and even tho theres no happily ever after (yet) it'll be coming soon in part 4 :))) also thank you sooo much for 600 followers ahh (one of these days I'll do a follower celebration...eventually......)

tropes/warnings - smug theo, mildly dickish theo, slight angst

word count - 2.3k

taglist - @allie-sturns @hzdhrtss @friedfreyfries @bushnellswife @rose-of-the-grave @thaliashifts @pariahsparadise @babene-e @fratbrochrisgf @ebriton @gemininormouzz @isabeebee

Theo had promised Mattheo he wouldn’t come here.

After Mattheo had let the news of your engagement slip over drinks, Theo had barely reacted—at least, not in any way that suggested he cared. He’d made some offhand remark about how he hadn’t even known you were seeing anyone, then smoothly led the conversation elsewhere, as if the information was nothing more than a passing detail.

But the thought had stuck.

You weren’t the type to settle. You weren’t the type to rush into things, least of all something as final as marriage. And yet, suddenly, you were engaged? Something wasn't adding up.

It didn’t sit right with him.

The next morning, he found himself here - standing outside your door, fingers flexing around the dry parchment of a bouquet of flowers he couldn't remember bringing. His head throbbed from the one drink too many from the previous night, and the dull daylight of the cloudy day was still a little too bright for his eyes.

What was he even doing here? What was he going to say to you? Make small talk? Congratulate you? Euch, that sounded horrid. No, he was better off staying far, far away from you.

The door swung open before he could turn back.

You blink up at him, still in your socks, hair tousled, dressed like you’d spent the morning puttering around your flat with no real plans for the day. You look comfortable in your well-worn sweatshirt, one that seems somewhat familiar. At the sight of him, you raise your eyebrows, lips parting in surprise.

“…Teddy?”

Theo paused. Something flickered across his face. He knew that sweatshirt. Why, he'd know that sweatshirt anywhere. It was his, after all. Well, sort of. It was a sweatshirt he’d lent you ages ago and had long since assumed was lost or discarded. But here you were, standing in front of him, wrapped up in it.

It's an achingly familiar sight. He remembers you wearing it, back when you were still dating. He remembers what it was like, peeling it off of you. It feels like no time has passed at all. It feels like you're still sending him off with a kiss every morning, still yelling at him for tracking mud into your spotless apartment. Still his number-one supporter.

It feels like you still love him.

Meanwhile, you're too busy being distracted by the flowers. You look back up at him, brow arched.

“Someone die?”

Theo lets out a short breath. Not yet.

“No,” he says instead, voice even.

You frown, eyeing the bouquet again.

“Then what’s with the flowers?”

His jaw flexes.

“Congratulations.”

You stare at him blankly, still just as clueless.

"Whatever for?"

He groans internally. He can't believe you're making him say it.

"Your engagement," he forces out, with some difficulty.

It’s out now. There’s no taking it back. He wonders if the words sound just as foreign to your ears as they do to his.

You hesitate, just for a second. It's long enough to catch his attention. Theo tilts his head curiously.

You give him a tight smile. “News travels fast.”

“Mattheo,” Theo confirms.

You sigh. “Of course. That gossip.”

Theo proffers the bouquet, which you awkwardly accept. The two of you stand there for a beat longer, drinking in the sight of each other, neither of you wanting to be the first to bid farewell. You stick your head out above the flowers.

"Tea?"

Your flat is familiar in some ways. Warm, lived-in. There’s a blanket draped haphazardly over the arm of the couch, an magazine facedown on the coffee table, the scent of coffee still lingering in the air. It’s littered with fragments of you, through and through.

But there are things he doesn’t recognize. A set of shoes by the door that aren’t yours. A jacket slung over the back of a chair, too big to belong to you. A framed photo on the bookshelf, half-obscured by the angle, but clear enough for him to pick out an unfamiliar figure standing beside you. Little details of a life that he has no part in.

His stomach knots.

“Nice place,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets. His voice is even, casual. Just two old friends catching up.

He cast his eyes around restlessly. That's when he sees it.

A book. One he left behind years ago, sitting among a small stack on the coffee table. He couldn't have paid you to read it while you were together, but it looked as though you had more than made up for that in the time since. The pages were slightly dog-eared, the spine creased in ways that tell him it’s been picked up and read more than once.

It’s almost enough to soothe the dull irritation creeping up his spine. Almost.

You move through the space with easy familiarity, reaching for cups without needing to look before you fill up the kettle at the sink.

His gaze flickers downward briefly. Still no ring. He bites back a smirk.

“So...when’s the big day?”

Again, you hesitate. It’s barely noticeable, just the smallest hitch before you say, “Spring. Though you shouldn't feel obliged to attend.”

That hesitation - it lingers. It settles somewhere deep in his chest, promising to not give him a moment's peace until he gets to the bottom of it. He scoffs lightheartedly.

"And miss the happiest day of your life? Hard pass."

He feels rather than sees you roll your eyes.

“Spring," he echoes thoughtfully. "That's not far off. You sure that gives you enough time?” Why are you rushing into this? is what he wants to ask instead.

Even from behind, Theo can see your shoulders stiffen fractionally. You sweep some of your hair out of your eyes.

“We’ll make it work.”

He studies you, taking in the way your fingers fidget slightly at your sides, how you won’t quite meet his eyes. Theo files it away. He shouldn’t push. Shouldn’t let himself slip. But the words are already there, pressing against his teeth.

“Right,” he murmurs. “Well, I hope he knows how fucking lucky he is.”

Your brow furrows slightly.

“He does.”

You switch the stove on. A quiet murmur fills the silent apartment as the water heats up. You take a seat at your kitchen island, nervously watching Theo peruse your trinkets.

"So what brings you here? Decided to check up on me?"

He smiles briefly. He puts down the snow globe he had been particularly interested in. “Something like that,” he says easily. His gaze shifts, taking in the space. “Figured I should see how you’ve been. Considering.”

You glance at him, skeptical. “Considering what?”

He meets your gaze. “Everything.”

There’s a pause—just long enough to make you uneasy.

You shake your head, turning back to the tea. “I’m fine, Theo.”

He hums, noncommittal.

You don’t believe for a second that this is a casual visit. Theo never just stops by. But he hasn’t laid down anything solid for you to push back on - just vague, careful words brimming with hidden meaning.

Still, something in your chest tightens. He’s watching you too closely, listening too intently, examining your apartment too carefully. But why did that make you so uneasy? You weren't hiding anything. There was nothing to give away.

You watched him for a moment, not entirely hating the feeling of him being in your apartment once again.

Was there?

“So,” he says after a moment, “how’d he manage it?”

You frown. “What?”

“Your fiancé.” The word rolls off his tongue too easily. “The proposal. How’d he do it?”

You put your mug down.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Just curious.”

Your grip tightens around your mug. You’re not sure what it is - the casual way he says it, or the fact that he’s never 'just curious' - but something about the question feels pointed.

Still, you answer, after a measured sip of tea.

“It was… simple,” you say. “Just the two of us. At home.”

There's an unscrupulous gleam to his eye. “Romantic,” he says with a subtle distaste, as if he thinks it's anything but.

You bristle under his tone, narrowing your eyes.

“It was romantic.”

He nods, slow, like he's humouring you. “Right. Of course.”

You inhale sharply, setting down your mug a little harder than necessary. “What exactly are you trying to say, Theo?”

He feigns innocence. “Did I say something?”

Your jaw clenches. Because, of course, he hadn’t. Not directly. He hadn’t actually said anything critical, hadn’t questioned you outright. Yet.

But he didn’t need to. You’ve known Theo long enough to understand what he’s doing. The carefully placed words. The deliberate pauses. The way he phrases things just so, like he’s laying a foundation for you to unravel the rest on your own.

You hate that it’s working.

“Theodore, whatever you came here to say, just spit it out.”

He raises his brows, all innocence. “I’m just making conversation.”

Your lips press together in a look that tells him you're dangerously close to getting very, very pissed. Your little patience thins.

“What is your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem,” he insists, something sharper in his voice now. He sees the glimmer of irritation in your expression, the tension in your shoulders as you pour yourself more tea, not bothering to offer him any. But he keeps his voice casual.

“I was just thinking it’s… interesting.”

You place the kettle back on the stove noisily.

“What’s interesting?” you challenge.

He gives a small, nonchalant shrug.

“Just..you know."

"No, I don't know, actually."

His lips thin into that irritating smile of his, like he knows something you don't, but he likes watching you try to figure it out.

"You. Getting married. Playing house.”

He leans against the counter, gaze drifting around the kitchen.

“I mean, you never struck me as the type,” he muses in an artificially nonchalant tone. “You always liked your independence. Liked keeping things on your own terms.” He glances at you, expression unreadable. “It’s just… a bit sudden, don’t you think?”

Your breath catches, but you don’t let it show. You knew this wasn’t just a social visit.

“Not really,” you say, tone clipped. “But I suppose it’s sudden to people who haven’t been paying attention.”

Theo tilts his head slightly. “I pay attention.”

Something shifts in your expression. Your eyes darken. "Do you, now?" you mutter scathingly. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

"It means this isn't something that will make you happy."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows he's fucked up. Your eyes glint dangerously.

"This might be a foreign concept to you, Theodore, but my world doesn't revolve around you. I'm happy with my relationship. I'm happy with my decision to marry my fiance. "

Outside, he keeps his expression neutral. Inside, something dark and restless stirs. You’re lying. All the while, you rave with years worth of pent-up frustration.

"I can't believe I was considering inviting you to the wedding," you were saying to no one in particular. "I can't believe I ever thought you could actually be mature about this."

You spun around and glared at him.

"Is this what you think of me, Nott? That I'm just sitting around all day, sighing, waiting for you to come around and give me a reason to break things off with my fiance? To free myself from the shackles of my wretched existence? Honestly, Theo. Do you think I'm hopelessly unhappy without you?"

For a moment, Theo forgets why he's here in the first place. He forgets that you're engaged. All that he's aware of is that he's standing on chilly, linoleum flooring he thought he'd never see again, watching you demand to know what you thought of him, and that he wants to answer you. Yes, he wants to say. He did imagine you as hopelessly unhappy without him.

It was the only way he could rationalise how hopelessly unhappy he had been without you.

Your expression tightens. “You’re being a dick.”

His jaw clenches. "All I'm saying is the Y/N I knew - ”

“Don’t.”

He ignores you.

“ - would never let someone like him be the best she could do.”

Your pulse spikes, white-hot anger flooding through you.

“You don’t know him - ”

“I know you,” Theo says, voice sharpening. “And I know you don’t love him.”

Your fingers twitch. Theo sees the way your throat bobs as you swallow, the way your lips part like you’re about to deny it - like you want to deny it - but nothing comes out.

He presses on, voice lower, quieter. “If you did, you wouldn’t be...inviting me in. Looking at me like that. Waiting for me to give you a reason to walk away.”

Your stomach twists violently. Your temper snaps.

“You cannot be serious,” you say, voice rising.

It’s a lie, you repeat in your head, over and over again. It has to be a lie.

You let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. “You are so unbelievably arrogant - no. No way. You don't get to do this, Theo. Not anymore. I'm done letting you do this.”

He arches a brow. “Do what?”

“This,” you snap, gesturing between you. “You find every excuse to keep me from moving on. You can’t stand the thought of me settling down, because that would mean you’d have to let me go. It's why you're at every corner I turn. It's why our names are still strung together after all these years. It's why you came running to me when you needed a date to Mattheo's wedding.”

Silence. Thick, suffocating silence. You wish Theo would say something.

When he doesn't, you say, hollowly, “There's no conspiracy here, Nott. It’s not weird. Not a mystery. I’m only getting married.”

Theo swallows, breath uneven. It's a miserable thing, hearing it straight from you. This whole visit, it’s the first time he’s heard you say it. The first time he’s let himself truly hear it.

You’re getting married.

And it’s not to him.

He nods. Once. Curt.

He turns, walking to the door.

You don’t stop him.

[cheriveil]

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happy national girlfriend day, gng,,, (yes i know it’s aug 2 already BUT i fell asleep ok 😭 also our timezones are different soooo i’m using that to my advantage... not that it'll work on yinnie & alex tho. sighs.)

this list isn’t in alphabetical order BUT it’s also not in any order at all sooo don’t come for me 😋

kay, ruby & eli aren’t on this one bc we planned to vc instead HEHE priorities !!!( i lobe u all ytsut )

I JUST REALIZED I MADE SOOO MANY MOOTIES ???? HELLO ??? THANK U ???? I LOVE YOU ALL SM 😭😭😭

i appreciate and love every single one of my moots— i just wanted to make this post because of how far we’ve come and how close i’ve become with so many of u ever since we became moots. u all mean so much to me it’s actually insane. <3

these probably sound like i’m just repeating the same things over and over again, i’m sorry 😭 i’m not very good with words i fear 💔 but everything i say really comes from the bottom of my heart ok <3 i just love u guys that much 😭🫶

honorary mention :: dear alex ( @rascaltheidiot )

i'm so tired of this guy pls someone take him already. JOKESSS i lobelobelobe yew omg we've known each other for like three years now !!! i still remember when you used to stare at me like a literal maniac by the window every single english period 😭😭 also the very first marauders fan i ever met, real. btw guys this man won’t stop saying “i miss him” like it’s on loop or smth. mwamwa my trans king

dear kooray / my petal / kore ( @dhazefawn )

STARTING OFF STRONG !!!! my wife, my petal, my girl, the love of my life, the mizi to my sua, the till to my ivan, the aya to my koga, the spencer to my elle, the mira to my rumi, the lia to my cassie, emily to my jj, THE SENKU TO MY GEN !! the teru to my akane, the piper to my annabeth, and so so sooo many more that my brain can't even list right now 😭 my beloved petal, our bond actually means the entire galaxy to me. i still remember how i used to go absolutely feral over your first jason todd series like HELLOOOOOOO AAAAA i miss it so much it actually hurts 😭😭 i love you more than i love sleep ( and that says a lot bc i’m always tired lol ) and i’m so so so happy we became moots — i will never shut up about the fact that i’m your first moot on your current blog like that’s a flex to me ok ??? your works are literal masterpieces like be serious for a sec??? i always feel like i'm reading peak every time i scroll through your stuff. i promise i’ll catch up and read everything when i finally get a break. i’m sooo in love with you it’s not even funny anymore. pls don’t throw me away like those manhwa canon event ppl who turn cold mid story i’m fragile 😭 sending you billions of hugs and kisses. will never get over the fact that you made an insta account for ME. oksoksolsomsoks i love u my mwah

dear vamp lady / bella ( @bloodwrittenletters )

do NOTTTT get me started on YOU !!! literally one of the best girls to ever exist EVERRR !!! i still have a screenshot of our first interaction btw 😋 real history. i love you sm i swear, i PROMISE to make another tiktok streak w you once i finally log back in 😭 you're seriously one of the kindest and most patient souls ever, like i’m not even exaggerating. also your aesthetics?? NEVER flops. not even once. like ur entire vibe is just ughhhh so pretty it makes me cry a little. i still remember when i kept gushing about miss kj & her books not even knowing YOU WERE HER MOOT 😭😭 i was literally fighting for my life from secondhand embarrassment i almost dug a hole to hide in. i lovelovelove your works— they’re so poetic and dreamy and giggly ( ,,, well,,, kind of,,, you also gave me LORE and emotional pain so it balances out i guess 😭 ). ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THIS IS OUR SEVENTH MONTH OF BEING FRIENDS ??? SEVEN WHOLE MONTHS. that’s like. crazy. thank u for existing mwa

dear jo / jojar / blueberry ( @jjsblueberry )

THE BLUEBERRY TO MY CHERRY !!! i hold this lady sooo close to my heart fr. the zoey to my rumi, 1/3 of the chippetes, the oldest of the chippetes ( respectfully queen behavior ), the sloane to my cassie, THE RED JENNINGS TO MY LAURIEEE, the jo to my amy, jj to my elle, PENELOPE TO MY JJ 🫶 i seriously owe you sm especially after i deleted my old blog ☹️☹️ like that whole era was rough but you and kooray being there??? saved my brain from going into full meltdown. you’ve always been there when i needed comfort or just someone to talk to and i will forever be grateful for that. i love you sm it's insane pls don't disappear. i will WEEP. also, i still find it funny when you told me i was intimidating. my coffee partner in crime, my dearest jason grace girlie🩷🩷

dear rory / rawrie ( @fromrory )

THIS GIRL !!!! this girl once asked me if i was a minor before we became moots… BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE SAFE AND THAT’S ONE OF THE CUTEST THINGS EVER 😭😭 like pls that was so sweet i almost cried. the switch up tho ??? she used to be all silly and cute and now she’s silly, cute, AND freaky like ma’am pick a struggle/j ??? she’s actually like a drug, i talk to her and suddenly i’m giggling like a high schooler with a crush. even when i’m dead tired she somehow pulls the giggles out of me like hello ??? this girl REFUSES to let me end the day sad. she’s powerful actually. illegal amounts of serotonin every time we talked. MWAMWMAAAMWAWMA

dear yinnie / yin / yinnieboo / y/n ( @yintous )

ALSO DO NOTTT GET ME STARTED ON THIS PERSON !!!! when i first saw her blog i was like “holy shit this is so gorgeous” and then “HOLY SHIT SHE’S FILIPINO???” like girl you had me GAGGED from the start. also??? another drug. she’s in like almost every fandom i’m in it’s actually scary how aligned our brains are. so real and so relatable ( girl pls watch bleach already i’m begging 😭😭 ). OUR DMS ON DISCORD??? STRICTLY FOR US ONLY. PRIVATE PROPERTY. ( yin… i’m trusting u with my life rn….. ) every time i have something filipino to say i instantly go to her and it’s honestly one of my fave things ever bc no one else understands me like that 😭😭 and don’t even get me STARTED on her themes… i legit flatline every time i see them like how are you always eating so effortlessly. i love this woman sm the rukia to my orihime< 3

dear calynn / carrie / caroline ( @dulcet-aurora )

ONE OF MY FIRST MOOTS EVERRRRRRR !!!!!!!! i’d literally go to court for this lady no questions asked. her works are BEYOND THIS WORLD like actually how is she writing like that ??? one of the freakiest AND funniest people alive it’s honestly insane. ALSO SHE SPOILS ME SM BY SHARING HER FANFIC LORE 😋😋 like ma’am do u realize how powerful that is ?? certified blessing and omg i’m so sorry for always forgetting to reply 😭 i always fall asleep mid-convo then wake up and instantly forget what was happening like my brain just logs out ??? BUT I SWEAR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH CALYNN !!!! pls don’t go bald we do NOT need another lex luthor on our hands ( yes i’m shooting it back at u bc u deserve it ) <3

dear lucia / luci ( @cherryribbcns )

THIS !!!! ADORABLE !!!! GIRL !!!! MY !!! CHERRY !!!! PARTNER !!!! i remember when her blog was just a little baby 😭😭 i STILL remember her old url ( idk the exact spelling anymore but it was smth like cherrybambi or bambicherry but with an x in it i swear 😭 ) i lovelovelove this girl sm she’s actually the cutest ever. i need her injected straight into my bloodstream bc what do you mean someone can be this lovely ??? i love you soooo much lucia i'm sosososo happy we became moots like you don’t understand how happy my heart gets every time i see you on my dash <33 we’re locked in fr.

dear belle / bell ( @swagvie )

omg ilysm ur so hot hahahahaha… ANYWAYS. okok i think we really got closer when i told u to watch alien stage BUT !! technically we met when u stumbled across one of my michael townsend smaus from my old blog 😭😭 like that’s real history right there. you're so cool and real i would 100% choke a guy from the military for you no hesitation. ALSO she’s the reason i even started playing lads ( even tho i haven’t logged in in weeks pls don’t come for me 😭😭 BUT I SWEAR I’LL PLAY AGAIN TRUST ). one of my fave megumi fushiguro girlies EVER like the energy is unmatched. pls never stop being iconic i’m obsessed w u.

dear dovie / dove ( @fromdove )

DOVE MY GIRL !!! you're basically my gf irl atp like no one can tell me otherwise 😭😭 i was SO happy when you asked if you should read the naturals like YES YOU SHOULD HELLO ??? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ peak series. and also thank u sm for that guide you sent me omg 😭 you're actually so thoughtful it made my heart melt fr. i don’t have enough time to try them out every night rn BUT WHEN CHRISTMAS BREAK COMES ??? TRUST ME I’M GOING FULL SEND. you’re one of my fav people ever dove i love u endlessly <3 YOU write like your heart has hands.

dear rie / avy / avery ( @serrendipty )

starting off strong, my lovely girl avery !! i love you sosososo much like literally a billion much. i'm seriously so so so happy we became moots, it's actually kinda funny when you told me you used to stalk my blog just 'cause of my olivia rodrigo theme ☹️☹️ like girl if i knew you earlier i would've followed you wayyyy sooner. thank you for all the spams btw, i swear i'm gonna spam you back the moment i get the chance, fr trust. ALSO i’m obsessed with all your themes— like actually,,, gods.

dear may ( @maybxlle )

i miss and love yew. NO LIKE I ACTUALLY LOVE THIS WOMAN SM SHE’S SUCH A VIBE ☹️ every time she interacts w me i feel like i just got hit with sparkles or smth. she always starts w “ana” before sending another ask and it makes me feel soooo special 😭 SHE LITERALLY INVENTED THE NICKNAME ANA !!! she’s the ONLY one allowed to call me that now 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ no one else even try. stay strong out there, one of the biggest certified girl kissers i know. i love yew like… 20 times huge. maybe even 25. yeah it’s that serious.

dear cath ( @simpingmyassoff )

CATHCATHCATH CATH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY PRECIOUS GIRL 💘💘💘💘 you've been so so supportive ever since the old blog days ☹️ AND WHEN U SAID U FREAKED OUT WHEN I FOLLOWED U BACK ???? AAAAA that was actually the cutest thing ever you’re so precious i’m keeping u in my purse forever. i LOVE when you tell me all your reactions to the shows you’re watching like i eat that stuff up every time 😭😭 and your thoughts on wind breaker ?? chef’s kiss. we’re literally twins fr like same brain cell same opinions same everything 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼 pls never change i love u endlessly <3

dear star / starlove ( @shootingstargirl2001 )

STARLOVE !!!! we barely interact but i appreciate and love you sm like actually 😭😭 every time i post something and you immediately like it i’m like HELLO ?? HOW ARE YOU SO FAST ??? MY GIRL DESERVES A BREAK 🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼 i literally have notifs on for YOU but i’m so bad at checking them i’m so sorry pls forgive me 😭😭 I LOOOVVEEE YOU SO MUCH MY STAR you are so so dear to me i hope you know that <33 you shine every time i see your posts btw

dear fleur ( @pjxcksonswrd )

FLEUR !! FLEUR !! FLEUR !! my french girl 😚😚 i lobe you lovelobelobe u sm it’s unreal !!! you're actually in sooo many fandoms i’m in too it’s kinda scary but in the best way possible 😭 like how are we always mentally synced like that ??? your blog is always serving looks and vibes, and every time i see you on my dash i do a little happy dance in my head. also your energy is just so calming and cool it makes me wanna sit next to you at a café and just rant about characters for hours 🫶 i’m sooo happy we’re moots, pls never leave me or i will cry forever ok. je t’aime fr.

dear lys ( @rainforcsts )

bro u are literally THE safe space for every the naturals fan out there. YOU'RE THE ONE KEEPING THE FANDOM ALIVE TRUST 🤞🏼🤞🏼 i salute you for that. also you made me feel sooo valid about not continuing chinese LMAO like i felt so seen 😭😭 we really bonded over that huh. and omg we were SUCH good parents fr 😞 sending “BURN” or “FIRE” for our streak like the dedication was there. BUT IT DIED 💔 and so did a part of me ngl. still love you tho. always will.

dear rammy ( @ramanpoo )

we’re LOCKED IN fr like spiritually connected or smth. we don’t interact that much but we’re still close ( i think…. i hope….. ) HEHEHE 😭😭 she’s sooo freaky i swear every time she sends me a random post i let out the loudest “WHAT” like girl be serious for once !!! but also never change pls. i love you sm pls don’t die on me you’re one of my strongest sources of chaos and serotonin. you're insane but you're my insane <3

dear lua ( @gibsluv )

LUAAAAA !!! she’s the reason i even started reading boys of tommen TEW like the grip she has on me is unreal 😭 one of my absolute fave writers on this entire app fr, her works are always so full of heart (and a lil chaos too but we love that). she’s also one of the kindest souls EVERRR like genuinely so sweet it makes me wanna cry a little 😭😭 and let’s talk about her themes ??? absolute art. she never misses. i don’t even read dark romance books usually but her moodboards and stories ??? so cute, so pretty, 😋 i love you sm lua <3

dear annie / anita ( @annabananaaxox )

ALSO ONE OF MY FIRST MOOTS !!!! your bruce works are literally so addicting like what do you MEAN you write him that good ??? and honestly YOU'RE addicting too like every time you pop up on my dash my brain goes !!!!! i love you soooo muchz and i miss you sm it actually hurts sometimes 😭😭 i'm so so happy we became moots like you were one of the first and still one of the best <3 pls never forget how iconic you are okay 🫶🫶

dear vee ( @willucryy )

we don’t interact a lot,,, BUT VEEEE !!! my twin name but like, in PRONUNCIATION 😭😭 i lobe yew sm you’re sooo cool and pretty and silly and funny and freaky it’s actually illegal. pls marry me immediately. every moment we share together is literally a core memory in my brain i’m not even joking. i love u endlessly < 3 MWAHHH

[peach-teea]

Relationship headcanons | Storm Shadow

Hi! I have to confess, I fell. FELL IN LOVE. Those TikTok edits hello? 😭 So today I've watched g.i. joe and.... Yeah it's ... Not a bad movie... Not good either tho 😭 but storm shadow guysss

Anyways this is probably ooc but listen. Its the TikTok editors fault ok.

- Nobody will ever be able to touch a hair on your head, thanks to him.

- It'll be very hard for him to accept that you have male friends. He's a very jealous man, but he wont speak his jealousy out loud. You can tell when he's jealous though. He gets pouty. It'd be cute if he wasn't intimidating your friends.

- After a lot of reassurance, he promises he won't kill them. That doesn't mean he'll stop being jealous though. Quite the opposite, actually.

- Gentleman to the core. Even if you're a fighter yourself, he'll treat you with respect- holding the door, pulling your chair, bringing you flowers,... You can see the genuine effort in his eyes whenever he does these gestures. It's refreshing after a myriad of failed relationships. He's a romantic at heart.

- As a ninja and fighter, he'd struggle with sleeping around people. It'd take a great deal of trust for him to fall asleep next to you. Don't take it the wrong way, though. He wishes he could give you the same amount of trust you have given him. You'll just have to give him a bit more time.

- Once it happens, though it's like night and day change. He goes from a straight and taut as a plank cuddle buddy who puts his arm around you almost robotically to a cobra snake curling around its prey. Just a lot more lovable cobra snake.

- Don't worry, though, if you wake up he's soon to follow, no matter the occasion.

- Need to pee, but there's a muscular 5'8" man hugging you to death in your bed? Don't worry! Move around a bit, and he's up in a jiffy... Seriously though, he's a very light sleeper.

- After dealing with that issue of yours, you can expect to go back to your toasty little heaven with your man.

- Trust is a big deal to him. Once he trusts you, he's willing to do anything for you. And expects the same from you. Don't break it, he sure never will.

- If you're also a fighter like him, expect to be training with him. Even if you're not, you'll still end up training with him. He wants to be sure that in the rare moments he can't be with you, you can defend yourself.

- Once you gain his trust, your relationship escalates quickly. Not only is he able to sleep around you, but he also wants to move in with you. He's dedicated to everything he does and that dedication is now extended to your relationship. He's not far from considering marriage either.

- He knows that this is not how relationships typically progress, and he's aware that you're not ready to move at his pace. But he's willing to wait. Once you gain his trust beyond simple attraction, you've gained a partner for life.

[11queensupreme11]

I just came from the update and I find it so funny how utterly baffled Cú is after every interaction with Percy....he just keeps finding more ways that she is dying. Well take your medicine....the medicine also kills me. He is just so afraid for his crush at this point. Also Geis coming in clutch as a support dog telling everyone that Percy who is stressed eating might explode. He is the one that notices. She should steal his dog in their break up time period. Legally Geis should be hers.

Anubis being able to feel all her emotions and still doing only things for his own pleasure and then burys Percy in his own emotions.

I am so excited for Act 4 with Percy just having these random skills she picked up in the ROR verse that she doesn't understand why she has them. The claws, the fangs, mermaid tail, old languages. Also her seeing all these intense battles with the tournaments and coming to the pjo world, I feel like the power differences might be even more apparent. Even in with the memory loss zap when the gods fight its just the feeling of huh that should have more oomph and I have no idea why.

I am going to miss Adam the most when Act 4 happens he is just the best dad ever to Percy and his family is so loving.

Still can't wait to see how Act 3 is going to go with all the gods constantly sabotaging her match in any and all ways possible. I am so excited to see who cracks first and gives her a divine weapon. The idea of Poseidon giving a trident 🔱 (a giant fork) to his supposed one year old that constantly chokes is such a funny image.

Anyways I absolutely loved the chapter ✨🗡️

It was so nice to see Percy being able to let loose in the last couple of chapters to be more Percy. There was a reason Percy and Beel bonded so well with the both of them being so suicidal, the rest of the yans have not realised that fact.

I love Percy using the river Styx as her vibe check at this point. She doesn't know it's effects and that makes it so much better. The gods fearing to turn into a human by promising to the half human things. She would definitely use it even more when she finds out the effects. It's not that bad to be a person on the mortal realm for 9 years it gives character development and appreciation. She needs to get more people into it even when she becomes a Goddess. Keep the rest grounded in reality.

"Geis coming in clutch as a support dog telling everyone that Percy who is stressed eating might explode." idk if i'll ever explain this in my fic, but fun fact, the reason why geis always runs up to percy whenever she's nearby is cuz he can smell her SUPER high levels of depression lmao 😂😂

as for cú chulainn ohhhhh the feels are gonna hit real good hehe. at this point (tho it'll be a lil more obvious in the next chapter), he's already lowkey KIIIIINDA fond of percy but more in the "i like bullying you, but also pls don't die on me 💖"

and when the apocalypse is over and ragnarok begins??? ohhhh it's gonna be even more obvious cuz he's gonna straight up tell her "drop out of ragnarok, who cares about some humans" which then leads to an argument about morality, humanity, heroism, etc. hehe. i have lots of fun planned for that 💖

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | harness

pairing | daddy!dom!ari levinson x little!sub!reader

warnings | ddlg and dom/sub dynamics (daddy dom!ari and little sub!reader.) me not knowing anything about handiwork lol. reader struggles to ride. size kink. minimal foreplay (pussy rubbing, nipple play.) reference to rope play. p in v sex, protection unspecified. riding (with help lol.) safeword reminder. mostly sweet praise and encouragement, a little bit of mocking/humiliation tho (he calls reader a whore once.) they come together :D!!! orgasm from penetration. he comes inside. soft sweet reassurance/beginning of aftercare at the end.

word count | 1,284

an | kind of scared that people might not like this one, but i've had this fantasy for soooo long lol i just had to finally put it out there. something about a big beefy daddy laying back and casually tugging at a rope (WITH BIG ARM BC. I LOVE ARM) as he pleases to fuck his pretty little baby up and down along his cock, ,, it gets to me 🤤 also if you're confused by the logistics of the harness, i made diagrams 😭

thinking about daddy dom ari with his sweet little subby baby who has a hard time riding him (understandably!!)

you're such a good girl, you try so so hard but it's just too much 🥺 you get up there and he's soo huge you can barely take all of him. and even if you do manage to lower yourself all the way down onto his massive length, then you have to find some way to move yourself up and down along him?? poor baby, it's just too difficult 😔

so daddy comes up with a brilliant idea, he's gonna install some very special hardware in the bedroom to help with your little problem

he makes an entire day of it. mapping out the blueprint in a notebook, checking to make sure there's a sturdy ceiling beam overhead, researching the best parts to buy on his laptop as you lay comfortably at his side, snuggling into him

the harness itself he orders online, custom-made for your measurements. you're curious and ask to see, but he wants it to be a surprise. he makes a list of the rest of the parts and takes you with him to the hardware store. you get to ride in the cart as he's picking everything out 🥺

"you excited, baby?" he asks on the way home as you hum along softly to the radio. he's smiling as you nod sweetly, reaching over to brush back your hair. "gonna make sure everything's right for my little girl," he promises. "just gotta be a little patient when we get home, sweetheart. you can watch daddy work if you want"

you're a little intimidated when you see it starting to come together. he installs the eye hook as the system's anchor in the ceiling and puts together the pulley system with the sturdy rope he bought. he sees your wide eyes and comes over to kiss your forehead, promising, "don't worry, baby. it'll all be safe. daddy's making sure of it"

a few days later, the harness arrives in the mail. he brings you to the bedroom and has you undress, helping you into it. it's not too bulky or uncomfortable, but sturdy enough to be safe. your heart melts as you see the baby pink and white accents he chose. "so pretty, daddy!" you cheer as he undresses himself and climbs up to lay in the center of your shared bed

he gets you sitting up on his thighs, facing him. your poor pussy leaks excitedly as your legs are spread by the wide straps wrapped around your upper thighs. "you wanna play with daddy a little, baby?" he prompts as he softly begins to run his fingers over your bare mound

you take his big cock in your hands, teasing gently at it as he works your clit in circles for a bit with his thumb to warm you up. with the other hand, he's adjusting the ropes to make sure they're all untangled and ready for when he wants to strap you in for your first ride 🤠

his dick and your cunt are both twitching in anticipation. ari can see you eyeing the contraption a bit warily. "you're okay, baby," he hums as he brings a hand up to pinch and tweak at one of your nipples, making you whimper. the harness is conveniently designed similarly to a lot of your daddy's rope work, tightening around the breasts and thighs to keep you prone and in place

he waits for some of the apprehension to leave your face. finally asking, "you ready, sweetheart? you gonna let daddy setb you up in your pretty new harness?" your eager nodding is all the convincing it takes

he buckles you in with the safety-grade carabiners, giving the rope a gentle tug as a test. it jerks you up slightly, bouncing you on his legs. he gives you a wide, nearly greedy smile "okay baby, let's get you up on daddy's dick"

he tugs again, helping you up a bit into the air (though your legs are still resting some on the bed below) and moves you over with the other hand to position you over his hardened length. all you have to do is sit in the pretty gear and let your daddy do as he pleases. he positions his tip at your dripping entrance, gently easing you down onto him as he loosens the tension on the rope little by little. you let out such a sweet moan as you're filled to the brim, your eyes rolling back slightly in delight 😍

"shit, princess," ari takes a moment to adjust to your tiny little pussy swallowing him up. he tightens his grip on the rope, his voice low and rumbly, "you gonna be a good girl and let daddy fuck you now? that's it baby, just let daddy do the work"

he tries to go easy to start but part of him can't help it; he's been waiting for this moment for so long. he gives you a few pumps up and down on him at a gentle pace, but the feeling of you bouncing like that so effortlessly and the sight of your mouth falling open as your sweet little cries intensify quickly cause him to start acting with abandon

the system works so well, it looks like it's straight out of a porno. ari lays back, groaning deeply as he jerks at the rope at whatever pace he pleases. the way his arm looks when he flexes is so 😮‍💨each tug bounces your perfect form against him, your poor insides aching in pleasure as he rams right up against your ceiling

"d-... d-... daddy!" you sob, your little hands flailing a bit as you grow increasingly overwhelmed by his forceful pace

his eyes flash with a hint of satisfaction at your adorable undoing. "c'mon baby, you can take it. remember your word," he reminds you as he uses his free hand to gather both of your wrists and secure them tightly behind your back. you're left completely helpless, nothing but a living, breathing toy for your daddy to use

"d-daddy, it's s-so much... 'm gonna..." he's grinning wider as he sees your impending orgasm; it's rare for you to come from penetration alone

"oh are you, sweetheart? are you gonna be a good little whore and come for daddy? such a dirty girl, getting off on daddy fucking you like this"

"mmmhhh.... d-daddy!!" you're squealing as you squeeze down on his slippery cock. the sight of you coming like this nearly sends him over the edge, he quickens his pace, tugging more forcefully at the rope to bounce your poor little pussy over him faster

"fuck, baby. daddy's gonna come," he growls, tightening his grip on your wrists as his face contorts with concentration. "you want me to fill you up, princess? want daddy to come in that sweet baby cunt of yours?"

"y-yes please, daddy! please, please fill me up! please, want your come!!"

he lets go of the rope just in time, letting you slam down against him as he hits his peak. he grabs your waist to hold you firmly in place as his seed shoots up into you, your walls fluttering in sync with his dick's throbbing

when you both start to come down, you slump forward onto your big daddy bear 😮‍💨he's rubbing your back, whispering so sweetly in your ear, "good girl, so good for me, baby. so proud'a you, did so well. i'm here, sweet girl. daddy's here"

hmmm yeah i don't even care if no one else is into this, this is MY dream scenario let me have it 😭😭

[milkweedman]

Ive restarted this 5 times now...trying to get a very slightly concave hat rather than a slightly convex hat, and its just not happening. I'm trying to remember how much it matter in a hat that is not very stretchy that I want to fit with no slouch. I know it'll stretch out a bit but I'm not sure how much. Also it's a lot easier to gauge when you're done with increases that way.

The good news is tho despite frogging so many times there's no visible wear or abrasion, which I was worried about.

Also, it's a very neutral temperature. Usually wool gets hot in the hands when you work with it. Linen can stay cool or just not have a temp, seems to depend on factors I dont yet understand.

So the fact that it's not getting warm is nice. I want a summer hat anyway so that's ideal.

But yeah, the shaping is annoying me. I'm trying to keep it from rippling but that keeps happening eventually even tho it starts flat, which makes me think I'm adding stitches at the end of the round. This last attempt was so promising ! Ugh. I will probably frog it again.

[ghostytoad]

* Fun n' Games *

ROTTMNT Boys x GN! Leo-esque reader who enjoys drama, making jokes, and being overall awesome

Summary: The Hamato brothers unexpectedly fall for the smug, but genuine, fun-loving reader despite their egocentric habits

Headcanons for: Leo

GN! Reader; Romantic; Fluff, Mild Angst || Words: 2.3k

Raph | Donnie | Mikey | Bonus!!

Leo:

oho, hello good lookin'~ it's nonstop flirting and banter from the minute they met and it's not going to stop anytime soon

finally! someone who has a sense of humor and can appreciate a good one-liner or two! and they can dish it out as well as they can take it? be still, my beating heart!

leo genuinely finds it to be a gift from the gods that y/n shares his brand of comedy and will not let up on it when he's around them

the romantic tension between y/n and leo is so thick that he could probably slice through it with his odachi - it makes his brothers sick to have to listen to all the schmoozing but leo ADORES the flirting praise

the boy would bend over backwards for y/n; he'd sell his prized jupiter jim collectibles for them if they asked him to (maybe… he'd probably still keep one or two tho)

there's an unspoken and ongoing (very friendly) rivalry between them; leo and y/n are constantly looking to one up each other and it's getting to ridiculous levels of competitive; they won't stop until things hit "deadly" levels and one of them almost ends up getting hurt

even little everyday tasks become a competition for the two of them, there's just no end to their games

grocery shopping? betcha i can save more money than you! pizza night? i can stuff twice as many pizza slices in my mouth than you can. hanging out in donnie's lab? hoo boy, i guarantee i can make him snap first.

it's the bane of donnie's existence, considering he's the target of most of their shenanigans; if he has to endure another one of their "who can ruin donnie's day" games, he swears it'll be the start of his villain arc

mikey's the unofficial score-keeper and peacemaker when things get too heated between the two of them; although he's more likely to stoke the flames than intervene… he just happens to enjoy watching them get carried away (not that he'd say it to their face). definitely enables the chaos to a terrible degree

"no way, you know i totally had that game last night before you went on to blow up my spot with your little tackle! next time we portal our way onto the superbowl field mid-game, i'm leaving YOU on the sidelines and scoring that touchdown solo!" (concerned raph sounds in the background)

they've absolutely plotted to portal their way into "hard to access" places like the white house or splinter's secret lounge room, but raph and donnie made them promise not to do it for very different reasons (donnie doesn't want to have to bail them out if they get stuck and raph is just being raph)

leo and y/n's carefree attitudes combined has landed them into trouble with the law a few times, both in new york and the hidden city

together, they're banned from like 10 different places and they're legally not allowed within 100 feet of any magicians; leo's only explanation for that is "we couldn't tell if it was part of the costume or if the guy actually had a barber-stache and how were we supposed to know he was blind?!". to this day, no one knows what he's talking about.

leo would absolutely hide the evidence of a crime for y/n; he ain't no snitch either and he's not going to let his bestie take the fall for something that TOTALLY wasn't their fault! more than likely, he'd blame their antics on hypno or if it's something not so bad, splinter.

senor hueso has an entire wall dedicated to leo and y/n: The Wall of Failures and Stupid Mistakes That You Will Surely Learn Nothing From

it has photos of all the times leo and y/n went on a fun little adventure and ended up being taken hostage by a villain, thrown in jail, or overall just beat up (they're mostly selfies and yes, leo is smiling and posing in all of them)

he would never let y/n get into any major trouble and he has the common sense to remember that y/n is only human, so at the very least he knows not to do anything too dangerous when they're around; he's reckless but he doesn't have a death wish

"i'm all for a good espionage mission and all, but this is big mama we're talking about! i say we sit this one out and wait for another chance to come along so we can try on these rad bellhop uniforms."

the two of them have made it a point to announce their arrival anywhere by doing the team rocket motto; occasionally mikey or april will join in as meowth. they have the costumes to match and will inexplicably be wearing them every time they do it.

they truly enable the worst in each other; raph insists on tagging along as the unofficial babysitter to every little hangout because of their chaotic nature, meanwhile donnie has protocols for every possible "doomsday" scenario they could initiate with their little stunts. zombies or accidentally reviving the shredder is at the top of that list.

matching outfits are a big must for leo; someone as UH-MAZING as y/n is absolutely worthy of leo's impeccable fashion sense and there's no way he's gonna pass up a chance to twin with y/n. if they refuse to match with him for whatever reason, he will pout about it for days.

whenever leo is sad or feeling a little down, y/n is the first person he goes to for a little cheering up. they somehow know just what to say to make the boy feel like a champion. and no, he didn't give them a script to read off of! (he totally did)

even with all the flirting and pick-up lines, leo still dreads the thought of ever admitting his feelings to y/n; he's a confident turtle, sure, but that's just the face part of being the face man. he's secretly an insecure mess when it comes to them

will become a flustered mess if y/n genuinely compliments or praises him; he'll stutter for a good minute or two before finally snapping back to his suave cool guy persona (which doesn't fool anyone, he's OBVIOUSLY crushing hard)

after an unfortunate night of misadventure, leo's forced to confess to his feelings AND his crimes

Well, some adventure this was turning out to be.

"Get in there! Y'all got the right to keep yer traps shut!"

Yep. What a real swell time.

Being hauled away in a prison ball, headed to the Hidden City Police Headquaters, all the while Big Mama's men chasing close behind.

"So much for the adventure of a lifetime." Y/N hissed bitterly as they tugged and pulled from the tangle of limbs they found themselves in, trapped inside the small bubble with Leo tightly packed alongside them.

"Well, maybe if SOMEONE weren't such a slowpoke, we'd have made it back! And I'd like to say for the record, you are the WORST lookout. Maybe next time try to keep up, will ya?" the turtle spat back with a scathing glare.

Y/N could only muster a hearty scoff as they balled their fists, unable to throw a punch from how they were positioned. Their heel found a suitable landing in the direct center of Leonardo's plastron and dug in with a stomp, eliciting a pained groan from him and a satisfied smirk from Y/N.

"If you weren't so cocky, we might've ACTUALLY pulled off your little stunt! But nooo, Leo just HAS to get in the last word!"

"OHO, pot calling the kettle black now, eh?" Leo wore his signature smug expression and attempted to jab a digit into Y/N's forehead. Given the way his arm was caught between his bent thighs, he only managed a slight graze before opting for a flick instead.

The two bickered and took shots at each other throughout the trip, much to the chagrin of the arresting officials steering nearby. It was gonna be a long night for everyone.

At the station, Leonardo and Y/N were placed into holding together, both of them choosing to sulk in silence on opposite sides of the confined room. It wasn't until Y/N was being processed that the question of what to do with the human came up for the arresting officers. With Leo's odachi confiscated, it wasn't like they could just send Y/N home on their own, but they couldn't leave Y/N in the same cell as powerful, human-loathing yokai. Leaving the pair to stew in their anger, the officers left to deliberate on Y/N's fate.

Silence followed. Neither one wanting to give in to this bitter game of chicken, Leo instead let out a loud, exaggerated sigh.

Silence.

Irked by the lack of response, he threw his head back and gave a loud, guttural groan of frustration.

"Right. So you aren't talking to me." he rolled his eyes and forced his gaze back onto Y/N, who sat indignantly across from him on a cold cement bench, their knees held close to their chest.

Not even a glance back.

"Oh, come on! You can't actually believe this is my fault! If anything, you should be mad at the guard that threw us out and called the cops! He's the one who got us in this little mess!"

Nothing.

The silence tore at Leo's chest, his heart thumping heavily against his plastron as he dejectedly sat back against the cold wall. It was unlike Y/N to ignore him like this. With every second, the stillness became unbearable. This little adventure was truly a disaster, not just for the predicament the two found themselves in but also for the lengths Leonardo had gone to ensure Y/N would have a good time. So that HE would have a good time with them. It didn't matter to him that they could be facing time in prison. That whole deal was practically child's play to the mischeivious mutant. It didn't even matter that they faced a total ban from the mystic city itself. It was the fact that he might've dashed any chance he had of winning over Y/N's affections.

'You just HAD to fuck it up, didn't you? You had to go out and be an asshole!' a booming inner voice fed into his insecurity and the crushing weight was enough to curl the red-eared slider into a fetal position, his lower lip quivering as he fought back tears.

"I…" a sniffle broke Leo from the spiraling despair he'd been wallowing in, unsure if the sound came from him.

"Am I… holding you back, Leo?"

Another sniffle and this time, he was sure the sound came from across the room. Peering over at the source of the sound, he found Y/N curled in on themselves, little hiccups causing their small form to quake and shudder. They were crying.

"Y/N?" Shifting from the bench, Leo took a few hesitant steps towards them as his hand ghosted across their shoulder before pulling away. His face wrought with guilt and worry, he debated scooping them up in his arms and holding them tightly to him right then and there. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of rejection stopped him in his tracks.

"I don't know why I do it. Why I try so hard to prove that I deserve to be around you." Y/N continued, their voice muffled as they buried their face in their knees. "I'm- I'm just a human. I'm not as strong. I'm not as quick. I can't compete with you and your mystic skills. I can't even keep lookout for you!"

"What? Y/N, no, you got it all wrong! Yeah, you're a human but I-"

"Just stop it! Stop!" Forcing back a loud hiccup, their head shot up to meet Leo's concerned gaze with a fierce, stubborn glare.

"You DON'T have to feel sorry for me and you DON'T have to keep me around! So why? Why keep me around when all I do is drag you behind?"

Their narrow eyes locked themselves with his, desperately searching his expression for any hint of pity. All Leo could do was chuckle, his concern melting into fondness.

"I don't feel sorry for you. Sure, you've looked better but I was so afraid I was the one holding YOU back."

"H-Huh? Me?"

"Y/N." The turtle sighed as he plopped himself down beside them, allowing their back to rest against his side as they unfurled from their little ball of sadness. "You ARE a human, yeah. But do you get how cool that makes you? You can do so much more than I ever could! Look, I might have my good looks, my mad skills, and my amazing charm, but you have that and more in… whew, in spades and for you, it's practically effortless."

As Leo moved to wipe a tear from Y/N's eye, he cupped his other hand on their damp cheek and with a tender tap of his thumb, he parted their lips slightly and moved in to plant his lips softly against theirs. The ghosting of his lips left enough room for Y/N to pull away if they felt uncomfortable. Instead he was nearly knocked back with the full force of Y/N's lips crashing against his, their body leaning over him and practically trapping him underneath their warmth. Leo's hands held firmly onto Y/N's sides and he eased himself back against the cold of the bench, breaking the kiss to let out a soft chuckle.

"I love y-"

"Well, well, well~ Looks like someone owes me 3 months of chores." a familiar, taunting voice hummed not too far from the two.

A jingling of keys had them both whipping their heads towards the now-open cell door, spotting the unmistakable, cocky face of Donatello leaning against the bars with crossed arms.

"D-Donnie?!"

"Yeah, yeah, you two can get back to your little makeout session. But I thought you'd like to know I paid your bail, you're welcome." He waved them off as he began down the hall. Some adventure this turned out to be.

Bonus comic: Leo definitely used his one phone call to call Señor Hueso

[alexglitches]

I can't tell if requests are closed or not but if you feel up to it, can you do a ruggie (twst) hc's with an insomniac reader?

buddy

homie

word cannot express how many apolocheeses i am giving you because this is so absurdly late and AUGHHGHSVDJWHAS :(((

i had a few of the hc's sitting in my google docs and now that i'm clearing out my inbox i can SHARE THEMMMMM

Ruggie + Insomniac Reader

(i just realized you didn't specify romantic or platonic so i went with both, i hope you don't mind!)

PLATONIC

behind all that mischief and trickery, Ruggie's actually a really good friend

while he doesn't totally understand what he can do, the fact that he'll just be there with you sometimes is enough for you

like, you could be dozing off at lunch and it'll be a few minutes before class, and while he may be a bit rude abt it, he'll wake you up to make sure you aren't late

sometimes he'll poke you, lightly push you, and yell in your ear

and when none of those work, he'll use his UM to puppeteer you awake

only as a last resort tho, cause it scares you whenever he does that

and on nights where you just can't fall asleep, he's willing to chill out with you until well past curfew just doing anything and everything

you've had many a sleepover on both Savanaclaw and Ramshackle just doing fuck all

whether it be homework (where he yoinks your answers), playing cards (where he yoinks your cards) or just talking shit (where he yoinks your gossip for later use), he's down for anything

he feels bad sometimes if he ever passes out on you, leaving you awake, but he's quick to mask it with "isn't my fault you're literally a vampire", and it's funny so you're chill with it

sometimes he thinks your an actual vampire...

ROMANTIC

essentially the same as earlier, but he tones it down a bit

he'll stay at Ramshackle more often for sleepovers because, while you get along with his roommates and his roommates in return are chill with you, he can get a lil jelly sometimes

if he ever has to use his UM to wake you up, he won't yoink you up like a marionette, but would slowly wake you up by just sitting you up

he'll play nice during homework and game time by not stealing your answers or cards, but that doesn't mean he'll make it easy on you

he lowkey does it to tire you out in hopes you'll just pass out and sleep

during gossip time he literally turns into that one text thing that's like

"hey can i talk to you? not as my boyfriend tho"

"sure, call me, girlfriend, hehe"

"okay listen up girlfriend"

"i'm listening girl. men ain't shit"

loves you but seriously, if you don't sleep for long periods o time, he sometimes thinks of just knocking you out with a frying pan or smth

FINALLY this has been a wip in my docs for forever I SO SORRY ANON THIS IS LIKE A YEAR LATE I PROMISE I DIDN'T FORGET I JUST HAVEN'T BEEN INTO TWST UNTIL MY FRIENDS TOLD ME THAT ROOK WAS GETTING HIS SAVANACLAW SHOWCASE GYTFGHJKL;

[spidybaby]

use this as a part 2 for golden child 🙋🏽‍♀️

Golden Child | part 2

Summary: Your brother finds out about your relationship with his best friend, while everyone learns the truth about your family.

Warnings: cursing, physical altercation.

A/N: I hope you like this. It took me more time than expected (and I'm sorry about it). I love you 🥺💛

Part one | Part Three

"Aurora." You say seating next to her. "I promise this is not what you think."

Aurora lift her hand, stopping you from talking. "We can talk at home." She turns to the other side and starts talking with Anna Lewandowska.

The second half of the game began. Both Pedro and your brother were on the pitch. You turn your face to your sister, mad expression on her face.

You sat next to Mikky. She was super nice to you from the beginning, introducing you to the wags seated next to her and making a conversation with you.

Thanks to an assist from Pablo, Pedro scores, the stadium full with barca fans erupts in happiness.

Pedro does his glasses celebration, but this time, he waited until his eyes found yours. Making it in your direction, smiling after.

Goosebumps run down your spine. He kept his promise.

~~~

"Why the glasses?" You ask, curious. You were lying down in bed with him. "Not judging, just curious."

"I do it to honor my dad." He confess. "And now it's like my signature, but it's because of him."

"That's so cute, I love how your family is so close." You kiss his cheek, he wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"If I score tomorrow, it's yours. I promise It'll be for you."

~~~

The game continues, and the team scored another two more. The vibe in the stadium is amazing. But you can't stop thinking about what your sister saw.

Once the game is over, the wags and family normally wait for the players on the vip section, but you grab Aurora and pull her to the side. "Can we go home, I want to talk."

She nods, going back to her seat, collecting her stuff. "Adiós Mikky, Adiós Anna." She waves them goodbye. "Pediré un uber. Así no esperamos a Pablo." (I'll call an Uber, so we don't have to wait for Pablo)

While the two of you waited for the Uber, the boys were in the changing room celebrating the victory.

"Visca al Barca," Xavi yells. Making the whole team sing the anthem of the club. "Venga, go to shower, get your shit together, don't forget anything, and we'll see each other in training."

After taking turns in the showers and changing back into normal clothes. Pedro and Fermin laugh at Ferran getting angry about someone wetting his shirt.

"You did amazing, man. That goal was another level." Fermin says, even tho he's new, he was very friendly and was beginning to make friends with the guys.

"Thanks to Gavi's assist."

"Yeah, he's always been so good with that." Fermin and Pablo have history. They go way back. "I saw that his family was here today."

"Yeah, I feel he's more in the game when his family is here. So cool they could come."

"Yeah, he has two very supportive sisters." Fermin says, closing his bag, ready to go. "Well, I'm leaving."

Before he steps outside, Pedro stops him. "Wait, sisters? Aurora is his only sister."

"Well, no." Fermin laughs, "Aurora and y/n are his sisters. But Pablo and Y/n don't have the best relationship. That's why it might seem like that." He shrugs. "Anyway, have a nice one, Pedri."

Pedro nodded to his goodbye. He is still processing the fact that Pablo lied to him and Frenkie about his own sister.

"Oye, platanito, let's go home." Ferran says, picking his bag from the floor.

"I can't tiburón, I have to talk with Gavi about something." He looks over at Gavi. "But I'll call you so we can connect and play."

He waited for him on the hallway, saying goodbye to the other players and team members.

"I thought you were gone by now." Pablo says, hitting him in the head. "You okay?"

"I was talking with Fermin about the goal, saying that thanks to you, I did it." He began, not sure how to approach the topic. "And then he said something about your sisters." The emphasis on the last s makes Pablo look away quickly.

"Look, it was just a bad day." Pablo tries to explain, being cut off by Pedro.

"So, just because you had a bad day, you decided to lie about your sister?" He sarcastically laughs, "why?"

"Why do you care?" The tone is matching now. "Like I said, it was a bad day." Pablo walks to the exit, the happiness from the win already gone.

"I thought friends didn't lie to each other." Pedro says, repeating something Gavi once said. He walks past him. "But I guess we're not friends then."

Pablo stops, his eyes on Pedro's back, watching how the story repeats again, feeling like that thirteen year old kid who just lost a friend thanks to his sister. He walks fast to his car, angry at the whole situation, angry at you.

But at home, the angry one was Aurora, who was scolding you about the whole bathroom situation.

"Imagine if it wasn't me. Imagine if it was Pablo, the one that walked into the bathroom." She says, stern tone. "Why on earth from all the guys out there you choose him?"

"First of all, it was a woman's bathrooms." You say, sassy tone. "Second of all, I didn't plan for it to happen. We were at a party and it just happened."

"You could have stopped it. Once is a mistake, two is a coincidence, three is more than that." She sighed, hands on her hair. "I don't want to say this, but if Pablo finds out and he yells, that would be on you."

"Oh, please." You laugh. "Like when he was mad because his team didn't win, or when he was mad because I was watching a Barbie movie and he didn't like that." You say, fingers counting. "Oh, yeah. Like when he chose to lie about only having three people when he got to the first team. Everything is always on me."

"I didn't mean that." The tone of voice was a calmed one. "But this is different from when we were kids."

"It's easy for you to say that." You get up from bed. "You're not the one he's denying." You whisper to yourself, leaving the room slamming the door.

You couldn't believe that even after everything she witnessed, she chose his side. You tried to control yourself, not wanting to leave like that.

You open the refrigerator, finding a bottle of water. You wanted to text Pedro and talk to him about the incident.

You hear Aurora calls your name, "Please don't go." She tries to get closer, but you imitate her by putting your hand in the air. "Don't go, please."

The front door slamming shut alert you, and you both walk to the living room, finding Pablo angry.

"I'm done with you." He says, getting closer. You back down a few steps, feeling scared. "I'm fucking done."

He grabs you by the wrists, making you walk, stamping you against the wall. His eyes are black from anger. Thing you never seen on him before.

"Pablo, what are you doing?" Aurora grabs him by the arm, trying to get him away from you. "Pablo, stop!"

"Let go off me, Aurora." He says, the tone is a low and scary one. "First, my friend from home and know Pedro?"

"Pablo, you're hurting me." You try to release yourself from him, thing that makes him apply more pressure. "Pablo, stop it. Please."

"I fucking hate you."

The way you feel like you're being stabbed by the weight of his words. The tears that pool into your eyes, threatening to spill.

"You don't mean that." You whisper, eyes glued to his.

He laughs, not a sarcastically one, but a sinister deep one. "Oh, I do. I hate you."

"Let me go." You feel the tears wetting your cheeks. Feeling like a part of you is bleeding. "You don't mean that." You shake your head, denying his words.

"Stop! Pablo, are you crazy?" Aurora pulled him off of you again. "Pablo, let her go." She shove him.

He let you go. Backing off, eyes never leaving yours. It's like your pain is giving him some satisfaction.

"You don't mean that."

Aurora gently grabbed your hands, checking your red wrists. You're crying at this point. Breathing uncontrollably.

"Estas loco, estas jodidamente loco." Aurora yells, turning to Pablo. "Estas llevando esto a otro nivel, Pablo. Ella es tu hermana." (You're crazy, you're fucking crazy. You're taking this to a whole new level. She's your sister)

"I was fine, but no, she has to walk again and try to be the center of attention as always." He yells back. "I was fine without you."

"I was helping you." You say, trying to gain composure. "I was taking care of you."

"Am I supposed to thank you? You always do this, joder, and now I'm losing a friend over you."

"Pedro and I didn't plan on this to happen. We were drunk. And he was the one who asked me to see each other again." You say, explaining the situation.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He's confused now. "Por la puta, te estas follando a mi amigo?" (For fuck sake, you're fucking my friend?)

"Weren't you talking about that?" Aurora asks. She's trying to put the pieces together, not finding a way to do it.

"He knows." You understood. This wasn't about you and Pedro. This was about him finding the lies your brother told him. "He knows you lie to him."

The face of your brother changed, you knew. "This is your fault."

"No, it's not. You lie to him and to Frenkie. I didn't."

"Can someone explain? I'm fucking lost here."

"Tell her." You say. Even when your voice is shaky, your tone is strong. "Tell her, Pablo." He shakes his head no, he can't admit to Aurora what he did. "If you don't tell her, I will."

"You're not saying shit. Shut up."

"Pablo told his friends." You tried to talk, interrupted by him yelling.

"Shut the fuck up."

"He told them I was his cousin." You yell too. "He told Pedro I was his cousin, he told me that."

"You're such a fucking bitch."

Aurora is speechless. She couldn't believe that her brother did that. She knew that, yes, they didn't have the best relationship. Yes, they were always fighting, but not to the point where he would lie like that.

"I'm your sister, Pablo." You walk closer to him. "I'm your family, I was here for you when you needed me the most. I took care of you. And all you can do is treat me this way?"

"To me, you're not my sister." He spatt.

You push him to the side, wanting to get out of there. You notice his car keys are on the floor at the front door. Picking them up, you run to his car, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

You drive fast, feeling your phone vibrating in your back pocket. Not taking care of the stops or crosswalks, wanting to get home. The tears running down like crazy, air barely there.

You run a red light, making a car impact on the side of Pablo's car. Your head hit the window, making you feel dizzy, the airbag making you feel suffocated.

The urge to fall asleep is beating you by the second. You know by those medical programs you shouldn't sleep, but you can't keep your eyes open.

"I'm not sure what to do." Pedro says, dropping the fork. "I'm mad at him for lying, and at the same time, I'm mad at her."

"You said Fermin told you they don't have a good relationship. Maybe that's why it happened. And maybe she didn't want you guys to fight." Fer says. He is the only one who knows about your fling.

"Do you think I should call her?"

"Do it, at the end of the day, you already know the truth. And you like her too much, don't let her go over this, let her explain her side."

"Yeah, I'll go call her. Thanks for the food."

He steps outside to have more privacy. He tries one, two, three, or even more times, but straight to voice-mail. He leaves two messages, telling you that when you feel like talking, he is there.

"Nothing?" Fer asks. He shakes his head no. "Venga, let's go play some fifa. Maybe her phone is dead or something."

"Yeah, I need to distract myself."

"Eres un imbecil." Aurora hit Pablo in the head as hard as she can. "How dare you?" She hit him several times, in the head, in the arm, in the chest.

"Aurora, stop!" He says, grabbing her hands. "Fuck, stop!"

"You're such a fucking asshole. You hurt her." She feels like crying. "Pablo, how could you?"

She starts sobbing, feeling like some of the blame is on her. Never caring enough about their fights, always telling you he was going to change.

"Rora, stop, don't cry." When Pablo tried to hug her, she pushed him away. She didn't want him to touch her. "Rora, don't do this."

"You did this to yourself. I'm packing my stuff and leaving. You can be alone with your misery." She pushed him away from her, not forgetting to give him the last hit on the head.

Pablo walks over to the couch, sitting on it. He knows he went too far, but he was mad. He knows he has to fix things with Pedro for the team and because he's his friend.

He tries to call him, ending in voice-mail. He doesn't know what he did so wrong that all his friends always ended somehow finding their way to his sister.

To pass the time, he logs into tik tok, finding the videos entertaining. But deep down on his mind, he's asking himself if he needs to apologize.

"Pablo!" Aurora yells, seconds later she's downstairs, teary-eyed. "We have to go to the hospital, get your keys."

"What? Why? Are you okay?" He stands up quickly.

"Go get your fucking keys." She push him to the side. "I'll wait for you in your car."

The whole trip to Plato, the hospital. Aurora kept shutting down Pablo. Asking him to be quiet.

When they got to the parking of the hospital, Aurora took her seat belt off, rushing towards the inside of the building.

"Rora, wait." Pablo yells. He parked the car, hurrying to find his sister. He finds her next to another girl. She's crying on this girl shoulder. "Aurora, what's going on?"

"This is your fault, Pablo." She cries, hitting him on the chest. "This is all your fault." He wraps his arms around her, stopping her from keep hitting him.

After a good five minutes of Aurora crying onto his chest, she pushed him away. "Y/n was in a car accident. She hit her head really hard."

"Wait." He began to get angry. "Did she fucked up my car?"

Aurora looks at him, the anger reflected in her eyes. The next thing he can feel is Aurora hitting him on the face with her bag. "Rora, what the fuck?."

"Get out of here." She shouts. "Go!"

He's rubbing his cheek, feeling the pain from the hit. "You didn't have to hit me like that." He says, walking out of the building.

Pablo sighs. It's the third time he tries to get close to Pedro, but nothing works. If he gets closer, he finds a way to move. They are not ones to fight, mostly because Pedro is the calm one in the friendship.

Xavi noticed this, pulling Pedro to the side. "Look, I'm not trying to get involved, not my style and you know it. But for the love of God. Take Gavi to a room and fix whatever you have to fix."

He nodded, walking toward Gavi. "Come here." Taking him to the inside of the stadium. Not a word exchanged. They're both sitting face to face on the gym floor. "Why did you lie?" He asks.

"It's complicated. It's not something I want to elaborate on." He's being honest. He doesn't feel like telling his life story to him.

"You really thought that was a good idea? Imagine if we said something that moment when we met her."

"But you didn't, and I wasn't planning on her being there. Mom didn't let me hire someone to do the job."

"Gavi, hermano, you can't blame others for your stupidity." Pedro feels like he's talking to a wall. "Look, I get it. You guys don't have a good relationship. But she's your sister, and that was wrong. If I did that to Fernando, he would have punched me in the face."

"It's not the same. Plus, you're not one to talk to on doing wrong shit." He buffs, getting up from the floor ready to leave.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Pedro asks, imitating him on getting up.

"You're the one who's been fucking my sister this entire time." He yells.

Pedro shut his mouth, not knowing how to react. "It's not like that."

"Is not? I was injured, and you were flirting with her while "helping me." He does quote marks with his fingers.

"She's not a kid, and I'm not one either, plus you don't even have the right to recriminate me about it."

"I don't, but don't come at me acting as if you're a fucking saint." Pablo says, pointing at him.

"But I never said I was a saint. " Pedro asks, eyebrow lifted. "Listen, I'm not going to apologize for seeing her, I like her. I wasn't aware she was your sister because you lie to me about it."

"Can we move past this?" Gavi asked, exasperated. "Yeah, I'm sorry too. I really am. But please stop with this morality speech that's about to happen. You also fucked up. Let's go."

"Pablo, this isn't about me. This is about your lies."

"No, it's not. This is about to be a life lesson of why I don't have to lie or treat my sister like that." He passes his hands to his hair, trying to relieve stress. "If I wanted to hear that, I'll be on the hospital hearing Aurora telling me how is my fault she got into a car accident."

"She what?" He whispers.

He's zone out after that. That's why you weren't answering, that's why you didn't open your door when he went looking for you at midnight.

"Is she okay?" He asks, still whispering. "Please, tell me she's okay."

"Not sure." Pablo says, indifferent to the situation. "All I know is that she hit her head on the window."

"Joder, Pablo." Pedro says, impressed by the news. "Fuck, what hospital is she in?"

"I think she's still on Plató."

"How can you be so calm?" Pedro asks, confused about his demeanor. "Does Xavi know? You have to go to Plató, be with Aurora."

Pablo shrugs. He's not interested in another fight, so he keeps his opinion on the situation to himself. "I haven't talked to Xavi about it."

"Mierda, Pablo. I'm sorry about yelling at you, I didn't mean to." Pedro says. "Let's go talk to Xavi so you can go home." Pablo nodded, walking with Pedro out of the gym.

After Pedro called Xavi for a talk, he told the news. Pablo knows it's not okay to act as if he's was going to go to the hospital, but he at least can rest a little bit.

Xavi sent him home, asking him to report himself and telling him that the team was there for him.

He drove home, stressed about the whole situation. Aurora doesn't pick up his calls. She won't answer his texts, nothing.

He parked outside his house, in case Aurora needed him to pick her up. All he can think right now is a cold shower.

While he's changing, he hears the noise of the front door closing. Thinking is Aurora. He puts his shirt and goes looking for his sister.

"Rora, are you back?" He yells, walking downstairs. "Mom, dad, hi."

Belen and Pablo only stared at his son, not able to believe all the damage he's done. "We need to talk, Pablo." Belen says. "Come sit."

"The doctor says there would be no marks on your face." Aurora says, helping you with your hair.

As she says, being in the hospital is no motive for you to have bad hair. So she's brushing it and pulling it up.

"Well, that's good news." You laugh, stopping because of the pain. The doctor told you that you had a broken rib. "Okay, no laughing, that hurts."

"I'm sorry, hermanita."

"Don't." You stopped her. Knowing she's about to extra apologize again. "I told you this is on me, I was the one believing I'm part of the fast and furious cast."

"Im sorry I took his side. I'm sorry I was not aware of everything. I promise I'm not leaving your side again."

You squeeze her hand, sending her a smile. You know she's feeling extra bad. No matter how many times you reassure her, there's nothing she should feel sorry for. She apologized again.

"Are you sorry enough to help me pay for the wreck?" You say, lighting the air. "Becuase I don't think Pablo is taking care of it."

"Don't name him. He's voldemort from now on." She rolls her eyes. "But don't worry about it, his insurance is taking care, and dad says he's paying."

"I'm getting a part-time job, I can't let dad do that."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." You say, serious. "It was my fault, as much as you say is not. Aurora, I took his car and wreck it."

She just nods, not wanting to go back and forth with the topic. "Okay."

"Do you really think he hates me?" Your mind plays the fight time after time. "I don't want him to hate me."

The way your voice cracks as you speak bout the topic is heartbreaking for your sister. She doesn't think Pablo hates you.

"He was being mean." She says, honest answer.

"And what if he does?"

"You don't need him." She says, slowly talking. "Someone who stoles your mental peace is not worth the time."

"I love him." You cry, no matter the pain the sobs are giving you. "I just want him to love me."

She hugs you, calming you down. Like always, she's the one drying your tears. The one telling you silly things to stop your cries.

"Pedro called me." She confesses after a while. "He found about the wreck, and he asked me how you were."

"He did?" You ask, smiling. "I can't text him. My phone got lost."

"He wants to visit." She confesses, finishing with your hair. "Actually, he might come at any minute now."

"Is that why you did my hair?" You ask, wanting to laugh. She only shrugs, laughing.

"Mom, I can explain."

"No, Pablo, how dare you?" Belen yells. "You're not the kid I raised. You were taught to love and protect your sisters, not hurting them."

"We thought that your problems were some dumb child phase. That you were going to grow out of it." Pablo father says. "But mijo, you cross the line. Your sister is in the hospital because of you."

"Joder." Pablo sighs. "She stole my car and wreck it. But it's my fault for yelling at her."

His mom throws a pillow at him. "Listen to me, niño. Aurora already told us everything. So don't act innocent because you're not."

"I don't know what she said, but probably she exaggerated."

"Pablo, don't try us." His father says, angry at his attitude. "We're so disappointed in you. Hijo, I taught you to love and respect women. And you left bruises on your sister. You put your hands on her. And I don't know what we did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong." He says, not liking his parents to feel like that because of him.

"Then what is it, Pablo?" Belen asks him. "Are we that bad as parents for you to do this? Did we lack to provide you with enough love? Did we miss something for you to treat your sister like this?" She can't stop the tears.

Pablo can't stand his mother tears, especially when it's because of him. "Mami, stop crying."

"I just can't. You don't care."

"I do, I'm sorry." He hugs her. "I'm sorry, you were the best parents in the world. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to us, hijo." Pablo says, patting his sons back. "You have to do it to your sister."

"Please, Pablo." His mother says, breaking the hug. "Let us help you. I don't want to sweep this under the rug, not anymore." He nods, feeling like crying.

"Want to know something?" His father asks.

"What?"

"Even when Aurora told us what happened. When we saw her after she woke up, she begged us not to yell at you. Even after you hurt her, she was protecting you."

"I'm sorry." He cries, hugging his parents.

♡♡♡

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[r7leee]

i have zero idea if u write for josh but if u do i would be like VERY happy <3

in the trenches rn (pun intended) so i need me sum angst WITH COMFORT

nd if u dunno what to do then u can base it off tear in my heart, the craving or formidable

- lisey 🐈

nails in skin | j.d.

PLSSSSS hon you know i deliver 🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: josh dun x gn!bandmate!reader

summary: you've been stressed lately; deadlines not being met in the band and family issues have been eating away at you, and it's not until blood is drawn you realize you need to calm down.

warnings: angstttt (as promised!!), cursing, hurt/comfort, mentions of death and sickness (no actual death tho!!!), injury

word count: 1,847, should take about 14 minutes to read

WHEN YOU WERE younger, you always thought the concept of a mid-life crisis was stupid. you thought you'd have your life under control. but, right now, that clearly wasn't the case.

ever since covid came, things had been harder. that's clearly not a shocker. for starters, there was the obvious flaw of not being able to go out and do things. being cooped up in the house was nice for a day or two, but eventually, being stuck inside made it harder to work on stuff.

before this had even started, you, your fiancée, josh, and your best friend, tyler, had begun work on a new album. but, now that you couldn't meet in your studio, things had been harder. a lot harder.

and finally, to top it all off, your grandma was in the hospital. it wasn't for having the virus, thank god, but rather a hip injury. however, you were scared to death she'd somehow contract it and she'd get worse than she already was.

all of this together, and what do you get? you'd figured a mid-life crisis.

all through this, josh was just trying to help. when this all first started, at the start of the pandemic, he was relatively good at fighting the fire that was you and calming things down. for example, there was a time just when covid started.

you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone alongside josh. you were resting your head on his shoulder, completely content. his hand was rubbing your back as you sleepily scrolled through your instagram feed. until you got an email.

your eyebrows furrowed as you saw it came from mark. you clicked on it and the words you read stunned you.

"hey,

we can't work in the studio tomorrow or the rest of the week. covid protocols. sorry."

it was so short, yet so concerning. well, what were you gonna do? you turned and looked up at josh. "you get this email?" he shook his head as you showed him. "we can't just not record."

"it'll pass. it's okay," he tried to reassure you. "we'll probably get cleared to work there by the end of the week." you looked up at him meekly.

"you sure?"

"almost certain." he smiled and kissed the top of your head. "you always get so worried."

turns out, you were getting worried for good reason. at the end of the week, you contacted mark, asking if you were able to record in the studio. he said no and to wait another week.

that week turned into two, which turned into three, then finally a month before anything happened. a month of sitting around stressed you out like nothing.

constantly, you were caught bouncing your leg or pacing around the house for no particular reason. but, every time josh caught you doing that, he would calm you down. put a hand over your shaking leg, offer you guys to go on a walk. it was all you could really do with your current situation, but it worked.

but, when you got news of your grandma being admitted to the hospital, all hell broke loose in your mind. you had fond memories of her as a kid: baking pumpkin pie together during thanksgiving, coloring together, swinging in the tire swing in her backyard that was up just for you and your siblings. you refused to believe it might be possible that woman would be gone.

the second your mother told you, you immediately drove out to the hospital. josh was out getting groceries, but your mind was in such a frantic state, you didn't even think to call.

the drive there was a blur for you. eventually, you arrived at the hospital. after a check-in with your parents to confirm nothing bad was happening yet, you calmed down a bit. but, you still worried, as you weren't allowed to be in the room for too long.

you were the for a few hours before you decided to leave. as you checked your phone, there were at least four missed calls from josh. shit.

when you got home, you thought you'd calmed yourself down. but, when josh confronted you asking what happened, it was clear you didn't.

you walked into the door, the sound of your keys jingling as you pulled them out of the lock. you threw your purse onto a table in the mudroom and leaned against the wall for a second. "baby?" you heard a voice call out from further inside the house, followed by the sound of footsteps and paws coming towards you.

you looked up and saw your fiancee and your dog, jim, heading towards you. jim's face was so happy to see you as he ran through the hall that you almost forgot of your burdens for a second.

you crouched down to pet jim. "hi, sweet boy," you cooed as you petted him. he started to jump on you before josh stopped him. "jim, down!" he whined, but followed the order. he was a relatively well-trained dog, but he just was happy to see you.

you sighed as you started to stand back up. "where were you? are you okay?" josh rapid fired as you stood your ground.

and suddenly, the dam broke. “ya, i…i’m fine. it’s just-” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. the words physically couldn’t escape your throat. tears started to well and your eyes.

“hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.” josh immediately ran to your side, engulfing you in a tight hug. you shakily inhaled and hugged him back. “you don’t gotta tell me if you don’t wanna.” his arms are warm as you stayed in that position for at least a couple minutes.

suddenly, jim started to jump at you both. you laughed as you both pulled away to look at him. “damn dog.”

you thought you’d get over it. in theory, it was easy, as your mom was constantly in the hospital, sending updates. and honestly, your grandma was doing just fine.

still though, there was something eating away at you; the thought she was in a prime spot to contract the virus.

you just didn’t want her gone.

also, deadlines for the band weren’t being met. again, it was reasonable; you guys couldn’t meet up in person, so almost all of this had to be on call. that was a major shift for the three of you, compared to meeting in studios, so it was no wonder not much work was getting done.

but, it was stressing you out like nothing. you had no schedule, no plan, no work, nothing to ground you.

about a month after your grandma was admitted was when it started to get bad.

you started losing yourself in a way. you found yourself checking your phone every few seconds for something to reassure or stimulate you, tugging at your hair, laying on the floor and just staring at the ceiling.

but, most importantly, you were ignoring your fiancée, josh.

he tried to reach out immediately when this started, being the kind person he is. but, you denied him, saying you were fine and it would pass.

clearly, it didn’t. as it got worse, he kept on trying to get you to calm down, but still, you shut him down.

you didn’t accept his help until that day.

you woke up in a bad mood that day. scratch that, horrible. you woke up with a pit in your stomach leading to god knows where and it felt like the size of jupiter.

immediately, when you went to get your morning coffee, you could feel it growing worse. josh was doing laundry in the basement, so he couldn't see how you were doing. jim, however, was upstairs, and when he heard you walk down, he scurried to you. even having his warm fur brush against you, you felt worried. his touch made you feel almost overstimulated.

before josh came up, you decided to go to the store then make breakfast to try and distract yourself.

the drive there and grabbing everything made you even more worn out. the bright lights of the store bugged your eyes, and for whatever reason, your ears couldn't stop ringing.

but, you pushed through until you got home, trying to ignore the feeling in you that you should rest. josh, at this point, was in the living room. when he saw you come home, he almost immediately knew something was wrong. but, you shrugged him off.

as you laid out the ingredients on the counter, josh snaked up behind you. "i can make you breakfast," he insisted.

"it's fine," you replied. sharp. insistent.

"are you sure? you seem...jittery."

"i'm sure." your tone was firm. you pulled out a cutting board to start chopping fruit. as you started to cut, josh couldn't help but notice the slight wobble in your hands.

"darling, seriously, i don't really trust you with a knife right now." you ignored him, continuing to cut. "you need to tell me if something's going on." no response. only the sound of the knife against the cutting board.

"i'll be fine," you snapped, setting the knife down. you stayed looking away from josh.

"i know you. you're not fine. you need to tell me what's happening." you started to walk to the cabinet, grabbing a bowl.

"nothing's happen-" you started to yell, when all of a sudden, you lost grip on the bowl, causing it to fall on the counter. you froze. "shit." you mumbled over and over again. "shit, shit, shit..." without you thinking, you tried to grab a shard when it cut your hand. you winced and pulled your hand away.

"woah, baby, hey, it's okay." josh quickly held you from behind. "let's get you to the bathroom, okay?" he rambled. "come on, let's go, let's go, it's okay, you're fine."

you didn't know why, but suddenly, you felt stiff. like a bomb about to set off. josh set you up on the counter of the sink in the guest bathroom as he grabbed a first aid kit. he was gentle as he cleaned your cut, knowing it would hurt. and it did. the sting honestly brought you back.

as he bandaged your cut, you felt tears coming out. "fuck, i'm so sorry." you wiped your eyes.

"it's okay."

"no, it's not. i acted like a bitch all of today and now i'm here hurt and you're patching me up. that shouldn't be how it is." as he stuck the final bit of the bandage down, he looked up at you.

"hey. look at me." you looked in his eyes. "it's okay. i'm not mad at you. you had a reason for feeling that way. i'm not dismissing that. all i ask is next time, you just tell me, okay? cause i don't want you getting hurt cause you didn't tell me about something."

you sniffled and nodded. "thank you." he smiled and grabbed your chin, pulling your face in to kiss you.

"of course. come on, i'll make you breakfast."

[cuntyhunty22]

Good men die too, oh I'd rather be with you.

(Part 4)

Description: reader had an event in the last part that unfolds in this one. Joel and readers relationship takes off in a serious way. Family time. Smut of course.. they are in love. See parts 1-3 to catch up.!

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Tags : smut. Pregnancy. Fluff. Rough sex. Unprotected sex (obvs) (be safe out there tho), cream pie , oral f receiving. Language. (Lemme know if I left anything out.

This one took some time to write, so if you could be so kind with some feedback 🫶🏼

If there are typos , grammar errors I AM SORRY. I write these on my phone.!

"Joel... say something before I pass out. Please look at that again, am I seeing shit.?"

"Darlin... that's positive." Joel is grinning ear to ear.

"There is a baby in me.. your baby.. holy fuck I'm gonna puke. God my life is insane."

Joel gets down on his knees and kisses your stomach.. " I can't believe this.."

you start sobbing.

"Oh my god joel I don't know how to feel."

Still kissing your stomach Joel looks up at you. "I promise on my life, you and our baby will be forever taken care of. I really think you are my forever darlin as crazy as this is. Let's make you a doctors appointment for this week make sure everything is good, blood tests all that."

This man really cares about you, and it scares you shitless.

"Okay baby.. yeah okay.. I'm I'm sorry I'm just speechless." You look away because you really don't know how to act besides the fact you want to bolt. That instinct in you that's always there. That when things are too good to be true or even remotely hard you want to ghost it all. In a way you just wonder if you just think you deserve the shit you went through with you ex, and then that brings a billion other things to your mind.

"Joel."

"Yeah darlin."

"What if he gets out, and comes after me.. after you.. after Sarah.. after our baby..?"

"He won't. I won't let him. "

"It's been months and we have heard nothing baby that scares me.. this all scares me so much. But it's all I want. You. Me . Sarah. The baby."

Joel stands up off the floor, and he picks you up off the toilet. Wrapping your legs around him, arms around his neck. He leans in kissing you passionately then he pulls away and looks at you.

"Let's get married."

•

"Joel." What.? You look at him bewildered.

"Baby we just found out we were expecting, one thing at a time for my little brain." You kiss him on his big nose that you love so much.

"I'm serious darlin. I want you. Our family, forever. seems right we do the damn thing. Inow all I want is to make love to you but we need to get out of this bathroom."

"Yeah we have a habit of staying in here forever.. Joel.. can we not tell Sarah just yet.? I just wanna go get checked out.. make sure it's not a false positive, make sure it's all fine ya know."

You look at him with pure love in your eyes

"I think you already know I'd marry you in a heartbeat but I want this figured out first."

"If that's what makes you comfortable, then that's what it'll be. I love you. "

"And I love you."

•

You open the bathroom door, to find Sarah in the kitchen sippin on lemonade

"Hey everything okay with you guys.?" Sarah asks.

"Yeah baby girl we are good, sorry about the rough morning.. with your mom coming and what not."

"It's okay dad.. I'm used to that honestly.. I just want you happy and obviously she makes you extremely happy. I really like her." She smiles looking over to you.

You automatically feel guilty about wanting to not tell her. She's the first priority in Joel's life and you respect that. Joel is the kind of father you wish you had.

"Why don't you guys go out today.? Like a proper date.?"

"Sarah we were supposed to spend today with you."

"Seriously dad I'll be alright I'll go hang with Ellie there is something things going on at school. Live your life dad. Be happy. You deserve it. She deserves it. Go take her out like the gentleman you are."

Joel laughs.

"Yeah a gentleman ."

You Joel and Sarah chat for a little bit then Ellie comes to pick her up.

"So date night.? What's our plans.?"

You look at Joel who is staring at you.

"You staring at me like that is freaking me-

Joel cuts you off by picking you up out of your chair, lips crashing to yours leading you to the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Date night starts by me making love to you. And we will go from there because for the past hour it's all I can think about."

You are sitting on the island legs dangling off the edge. Joel starts kissing down your jaw right to the spot he knows drives you wild gently nibbling.

"Fuckkk you take advantage of that spot don't you Mr miller."

He chuckles into your neck not stopping his trail of kisses. Kisses from the neck lead to him pulling off the tank top you have on, he gently cups one of your breast with just enough pressure to make you let out a little moan, his lips trail down to your collar bone , to your chest , to your breasts. leaving passionate kisses on every inch he could cover. At this point you have a pool of wetness between your thighs and you want to beg him to just fuck you, but this softness of him, the tenderness was beautiful.

Joel is taking his time with you, his kisses leading down to your stomach which now has your baby beneath. He stops there for a second.

"I swear to you. I'm gonna love you and our child the way you both deserve. In a way this is a second chance for both of us. I finally get to raise a child with a mother and you get a family that loves you."

"I know you will Joel. And I love the man you are so much."

Joel kisses back up your stomach which back to your breast taking a nipple Into his mouth, gently sucking on it making your body arch. His hands trailing down your body to the waist line your shorts pulling them off. His lips leave your breasts down your stomach to between your thighs.

" always so wet for me baby. "

"I wanted to beg you to fuck me but watching you worship me was something I've never experienced and I didn't want it to end."

"Oh I'm not done darlin jus gettin started"

Joel's tongue lapping on your wetness, his tongue covering ever inch of your cunt eating you as if you are his last meal. Sucking on your clit as your cover his beard in your juices. And this takes you back to your first night With him, how hungry he was for you, and how now that hunger has never left.

"Uh fuck Joel I can't take it, I need you please." You let out a whimper.

"Patience let me love you."

Joel still devouring you, you feel your release building as you lace your fingers in Joel's hair bringing him even closer into you grinding on his face.

"Please I don't wanna cum like this.. ah- oh my god. Fuck."

"Yes baby cover me in those sweet juices, and you will cum many times."

You cum all over Joel's face and he doesn't stop he continues licking and sucking till your orgasm releases.

" now can I have your cock."

Joel laughs.

"Didn't I tell you patience baby girl. Relax."

Joel picks you up off the kitchen island and carries you to your room and lays you on the bed you have shared for months now. You watch him as he removes his clothes admiring how beautiful he really is. The curls. The tan skin. The big hands. He finally crawls back onto the bed to you spreading your legs open for him so he can get between slightly lifting you up to insert himself into you. The pressure is what you needed what you craved. The stretch of him inside of you. Joel thrusts a few times before leaning down to submerse his body into yours in this rhythm of love making, him moving in and out of you, the passionate kisses his hands cupping your face eyes never leaving one another.

"Joel- you feel so good. Please don't stop."

Joel picks up the pace slightly, eyes still not leaving you, kisses all over your lips your neck, he slightly lifts one of your thighs just so he can thrust deeper into you.

"Fuck you were made for me, keep lookin at me honey, let daddy make love to you."

He slightly grabs your chin so you can't look away as he thrusts harder and deeper keeping that same steady pace, bringing your body's even closer if that was even possible. Fucking was one thing and you got really good at that with one another but this was something completely different. It was like giving everything away to one another even more so than you already have. It was something you couldn't even explain.

You gave him that look and he could rad you like a book . He knew you were close and so was he. You put your hands on each side of his face stating into his soul as you moan on ever thrust every movement his body consuming you. You Ran your hands up into his hair and that's something that's always drove him crazy.

"Joel- I'm gonna- fuck god I love you. Please.- "

"Atta girl keep looking at me, let me see that pretty little face you make when you cum. God everything about you is beautiful."

"Don't stop - mhmmm please don't"

"Mhm darlin fuck not gonna. S'close"

Joel keeps thrusting deeper until you both reach your release together. Him filling you up with his seed. He collapses onto you his head resting on your chest as you run your hands through his hair.

"Hmm darlin i have no clue how we manage to cum together as often as we do."

"Just souls intertwined, something so out of the ordinary."

He looks up at you, those big brown eyes.

"Souls intertwined..." he trails off. "Never really thought bout that."

"Because you say that stuff doesn't make sense to you or it's made up.. like you made fun of my astrology stuff or my crystals... or how when mercury was in retrograde you said it was bullshit."

He laughs

"Maybe I should believe in it if it brought me to you."

"Nooo that's so made up, don't believe that, just because you are an Aries doesn't mean your chaotic blah blah blah" (you mock joel)

He kisses you on the forehead

"Are you making fun of me. That's not nice to make fun of an old man."

You lean up getting close to Joel's ear breath heavy on his neck.

"So what if I am, you gonna punish me.?"

He hasn't moved from you, his member still inside, that made him twitch making him slightly hard.

You smirk at him.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Why not Joel."

"Because we won't be leaving this bed."

"But what if that's what I want daddy."

"Jesus woman you are something else, so we jus stayin in then.?"

You laugh, kissing his nose.

"Do you really wanna go out? I can't drink so that's not fun, I mean we could go to dinner... Orr.. oooh babe I want bbq"

"Bbq it is then, but we need to shower.. and I mean just shower.. no seducing me woman."

•

You start the shower, Joel said he'd be in a few, he's calling Tommy to see if he wants to grill out. I guess Tommy makes the best bbq.

Your Brain drifts off which normally happens when you are alone, thoughts of just everything you have been through hit you. How different life is just from a year ago.

But right now there is one main thought.. getting married.. that's crazy that's the thing you keep thinking about since you had a positive pregnancy test today too.. but that's what it was..

but then it is what everyone is going to say.. oh she got married bc he knocked her up.. or oh they got married because she's probably pregnant. No matter what there is no way around any of that. Is it crazy you want to get married?

You haven't even been together for a year yet it feels like this is it, the real thing and maybe you knew this all along. ..The patiently waiting for him to show up to your bar, to him bringing you things to Impress you.. the constant invites to family bbqs.. him always making sure you made it to your car after your shift ends..invisible string I suppose.

A pair of hands wrap around your waist and lips meet your neck bringing you back to earth which right now feels like heaven.

"Are you seducing me Mr miller.?"

"Is it working.?" Joel reaches between your legs gently rubbing your clit. "I'd say so your soaked and it's not the water"

Your whole body shakes and you let out a loud moan.

"Yes - uh -yes it's working."

"Don't have long darlin.. gotta be at Tommy's at like 6:30 it's 5 now.. bend over."

Joel moves you forward, hands on the shower wall, back arched as he slams his cock into you. You let out a whimper, it's been months but everything time it's like shock to your system. Nothing about this time was slow and sensual, it was straight lust. Desperate Need. Joel thrusts fast grabbing a hand full of your hair shoving your face against the shower wall as he completely destroys you.

"Yes fuck yes. You fuck me so good daddy."

Joel grunts. He loves when you talk dirty to him. One of his favorite things.

"Do I darlin. Tell me more."

The hard thrusts continue as his hand move from your hair to your throat pulling you back arching you even more making his cock slam your cervix with every thrust.

"Mhmm- that big cock, you old filthy man fucking me like you do, like i'm your little fuck toy that you bread. Filling my little pussy for months with your cum. Ruining me. Claiming me."

"Jesus fuck- " Joel lets out a growl, very primal very in need to prove what you just said.

"Come on daddy, you know you wanna ruin me."

Joel's hand tighten around your throat. Pulling your head back so you can look at him.

"Open your mouth."

You do as your told, and he spits in it. Leaving you grinning like the devil, as he continues pounding your pussy. Joel moves you away from the wall, moving his other hand to your throat now both hand around you holding you in one spot and he slams into you even harder making your eyes water.

" mhmmm'coming now, gonna fill my pussy up"

Joel thrust one more time until he stays not moving as his load fills you. He pulls out and you feel empty. You whimper. He spins you around pushing you against the wall

"Don't think I'm not gonna get you too baby"

Joel inserts three fingers into your messy cum filled pussy, his seed and your juices costing his fingers as he fucks you with his hands.

"Joel- " you practically cry.

"Mhmm darlin.? What's it you want."

He smirks at you knowing damn well.

"Keep going please. I'm so- ah fuck yes-.. "

"You wanna come on my fingers huh? You dirty little slut, my dirty little slut, come for daddy do like your told"

This man literally has a spell on you because right on command you cum, knee's giving out as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you passionately.

"Okay we gotta hurry up."

He chuckled.

•

You both got ready together. You decided on a flowy maxi skirt with a lace tank top. Wavy hair. Joel tight tee shirts, that extenuates his biceps which makes you just wanna stay home. And those tight blue jeans.

When you arrive to Tommy's it's 6:35.

"Only 5 mins later Mr miller we did alright."

You wink at Joel.

Joel comes around opening your door, helping you out of the truck. The smell of bbq fills the air as there is a beautiful sunset in the sky. Tommy and Maria has a beautiful backyard, lights strung from the trees, fire pit, corn hole, beer pong table. Perfect place for family bbqs and all you ever wanted was a place like this.

"Hello brother." Tommy says as he greets Joel. "Hello again lady, how are we doing, everything good.? My brother taking care of you.?"

"Everything is great, and yes he is..."

"And are you taking care of him.?"

Joel looks to be blushing.

"I'd like to think so. You chuckle.

"Great love to hear that.. alright yall I made a bunch of food.. Joel said you were craving bbq. We got brisket, chicken , pork. lil bit of everything."

"Thank you Tommy this is wonderful."

"It's a pleasure lady, you are family now. Maria will be out shortly, she's making desert, kid is at the sitters, so just an adult evening."

"Joel I'm gonna go inside and say hello to Maria."

"Okay darlin."

He leans over and kisses your cheek.

•

Tommy and Maria's home is very similar to Joel's very welcoming, warm, very homey. The kitchen smells of cookies, and cake.

"Hey there beautiful lady how are ya!" Maria says as you walk in welcoming you with a hug.

"I'm well.. really well actually."

"Good, you want a beer.? Wine.? I have tequila I know that's your favorite."

"Ummm I'm not drinking tonight, I - uh I'm on antibiotics."

Trying to think fast on your feet about why aren't you drinking because it's not like you at all to turn down a beer.

"Antibiotics.? What for.? Everything okay.?"

You freeze. Nervous as hell and you debate on telling her because she's the closest thing to a girl friend you have. But you're unsure if Joel wants to tell them yet.

"Yeah everything is fine just had like a sinus infection..."

"Sinus infection in the summer.?" Maria walks closer to you. "You're glowing.. I know that glow.. and Joel said you were craving bbq.. you are pregnant.!?"

"Shhhh fuck. I don't know if he wanted me to say anything yet.."

"How far along.?"

"Um well I'm not sure.. I'm a week late on my period.. and I took a test this morning it was positive.. I haven't been sick or anything.. well not throwing up but I've been nauseous but I thought it was my anxiety. so I'm going to the doctor this week."

"Ahhhh come here!" Maria hugs you.

"I'm gonna be an aunt again!"

"We don't know that for sure I- "

"We don't know what?" Tommy asks.

Tommy and Joel walk into the kitchen.

You look and Joel and he looks at you.

"We are gonna have a new niece or nephew Tommy." Maria smiles.

"I was just gonna come tell you that." Tommy laughs.

You walk over to Joel kissing him on the cheek

"Guess we suck at keeping things a secret."

Joel just looks at you and smiles.

"Had to tell him darlin. I tell him everything, and I figured maybe you'd need a friend in Maria, I know you don't have many friends. Be good to vent a bit."

"God I love you."

Joel pulls you towards him arms wrapping around you as body presses against your back.

"Okay love birds let's eat."

•

Dinner was amazing, Joel was right Tommy makes the best bbq you have ever had. Tommy brought out the guitar for a little bit , you watched Joel and him play. As you and Maria chatted about life. You told her about what happened with Sarah's mom and how you have heard nothing about your ex.

•

"Let me try."

Joel hands you the guitar not knowing you know how to play.

He looks at you intrigued as do Tommy and Maria.

You begin to strum the chords for I walk the line by Johnny cash.

Humming the lyrics ( I keep a close watch on this heart of mine, I keep my eyes wide open all the time..)

"That was great, Joel she's full of tricks" Maria jokes.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you knew how to play.?" Joel ask you.

"Didn't wanna steal your spotlight." You wink.

"You're gonna play more for me when we get home."

You and Joel say your goodbyes. Maria tells you to keep her updated. Followed by three or four hugs.

"She's a good one brother"

"I know Tommy I have known since I met her."

"I remember the first day we seen her and I knew by lookin at ya old man no one makes you soft but she does."

•

The drive home was quiet but in a peaceful way, just little touches here and there. His hand on your thigh, your hand on his. You made it home and like clockwork he opened your door helping you out of the truck. You could have it like this forever, the family dinners the coming home to a peaceful house. You go into the room to change into a big teeshirt get comfortable for the rest of the night. You're slipping it on over your head as you feel kisses on your stomach.

"Mhmm I bet it's a girl just as beautiful as her momma."

"Joel.. baby.."

He looks up at you.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves.. everything is too perfect.. I don't wanna get our hopes up and it not be what it seems.. "

you start crying.

"Hey.. darlin.. what's wrong. Everythin is gonna be alright. I'm just excited s'all."

"I just don't want this to end. And all good things end for me somehow. Some way. It ends and I'm just sitting here waiting for that to happen."

"Well keep sitting because it Ain't at least if I can help that. Whether we have this baby, or wherever life takes us."

"Bring me the guitar."

(Untouchable by Taylor swift)

Joel just watches in awe and you strum and sing, watching you like you're the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

"You are fuckin angel you know that." Joel moves the guitar hands trailing up your body and his lips meet yours into kiss , one filled with so much passion so much love, Joel bites your bottom lip making your whole body shiver.

"Mr miller.." you breath out for a second as your lips part just for a second, then straight back to making out like high school kids.

"I'm never ever losing you. Losing our family. I'll die before that happens." He looks at you so serious, like he literally means that and it's not just words.

"Tomorrow is Monday right?" Joel looks at you confused what this has to do with anything..

"Let's go to the courthouse, let's get married. I don't need a big wedding to prove what we have. I've thought about it all day and if we are gonna do this might as well jump all the way in and there is no one else think I could do this with besides you. I'm tired of being scared I just need to live and you have taught me that."

Joel pulls a ring out of his pocket. You scream.

"I've had it in my brain for the past week but I was just waiting. I don't do anything by accident, I like to think I've been a smart man but I know when my heart tells me that somethin is right it is. "

Joel puts the ring on your finger. Marquise cut, vintage. Literally that man knows you.

"Mrs miller has a nice ring to it. "