#secondly having to live with three brothers

[smithebrini]

I think charlie celebrini might actually be my favourite celebrini

[uluvjay]

Christmas Realizations-D. Ricciardo

Daniel Ricciardo x wife! Reader

Christmas morning with your small family makes Daniel realize he wouldn’t mind another kid…as soon as possible

Warnings?; SMUT; breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, light fingering, slight cum play?, cursing, kissing, pregnancy, basically porn with a plot.

Day 5 of my ficmas celebration!

The sound of the bedroom door creaking open along with the soft struggles of his daughter climbing onto the bed is what woke Daniel up.

Opening his eyes he was met with the large toothless smile of his four year old, Gracie. The little girl was all Daniel on the inside but her hair and everything else was all you.

“Daddy, Get up it’s Christmas!” she beamed, face right in front of his.

“I am up baby, calm down” he laughed at her enthusiasm before continuing, “We gotta get mommy and Ollie up first.” 

The small girl went to issue another complaint but was quickly interrupted by giggles as her father pulled her into his arms and blew raspberry’s into her cheek.

“Daddy! That tickles.” The girl laughed at the feeling of his beard against her skin.

The beautiful sound of their shared giggles is what woke you up to, turning to face the giggling pair you were met with large smiles as they realized you had woken up as well.

“Mommy! It’s Christmas, we have to get Ollie so we can go see if Santa came” the four year old beamed.

“Okay why don’t you go wake him up, me and daddy will be right behind you.” You replied softly, running a hand through her soft hair.

“Okay!” She cheered, sliding off the bed she took off down the hall to do her favorite part of the day, waking up her little brother.

“Morning Mama” Daniel smirked as he pulled you into him, his ringed hand taking place on the curve of your butt.

Your lips pulled up in a smirk that mirrored his as you leaned in and locked your lips, it was slow but hot and Daniel found himself releasing a groan as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

Pulling away from him you placed one more peck to his lips, “Morning daddy.”

And with that you were rolling away from him and pulling on your slippers to make your way towards your son’s room.

“Wait! Honey that’s not fair.” He grumbled, standing up to adjust the not-so-subtle erection in his pajama pants.

“Dad come on! You’re taking foreverrrr” your lovely daughter dramatically spoke once her father met the three of you at the top of the stairs.

“Oh hush the presents aren’t going anywhere.” He laughed as her little body took off down the stairs.

“Good morning my little man” Daniel smiled towards his son as he took him from your arms once you all made it to the living room.

“Hi dada.” The little boy smiled at his father.

Oliver Ricciardo was a spitting image of his father, he had everything from the eyes, to the smile, to the curls. You had felt as if it were Daniel who carried him for nine months.

“Ready to open some gifts?.”

“Yeah!” And with that Daniel sat his son down and watched him run over to you and his big sister on the carpet and begin to rip open the gifts that had taken you countless hours to wrap.

A few hours later after the excitement of new gifts had died down and the kids were finally laying down for a nap Daniel found you at the sink washing the dishes from breakfast.

“Hi mama.” He spoke as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder.

“Hi Danny.” You smiled

“So, I was thinking..”

“Oh god, that’s never good.” You laughed at the pinch his fingers left on your waist.

“First off rude, secondly I’m being serious.” He spoke softly.

At the sound of that you turned the running water off and turned to face him, you were met with warm but serious eyes.

“What’s been going through that head of yours?” You asked, hands moving up to wrap around his neck.

“Have you thought about having another one?” He asked.

“Another what?”

“Another kid, I mean Gracie started pre-k this year and watching her and Oliver this morning made me realize just how fast the time is going. Plus My contract is up in two years and I already told Christian I was done after that.

You stayed silent as you took in his words, kids had always been something you wanted and while your two held your heart in their small hands you knew you wanted another, but it was hard with Daniel being gone so much.

Noticing your hesitation Daniel spoke up again, “I won’t pressure you into another one, but think about it, we have the room and the process is pretty fun.” He smirked

He knew he got you at that, he didn’t buy a five bedroom house for no reason and the baby making sex was always some of the best sex you’d ever had.

“I guess a third one wouldn’t hurt.” You blushed.

“Yeah?” He asked, hands that had been contently resting on your waist moving down to your ass.

“Mhm”

“What d’you say we start right now?” He smirked down at you with darkening eyes.

“Daniel the kids are upstairs.” You giggled as his beard tickled the sensitive skin of your neck as he began to place kisses on the skin.

A surprised gasp escaped from you as your body was spun around and bent over the sink.

“Gotta be quiet then.” Daniel spoke in your ear as his body bent over your back.

He kissed down your cotton covered back until he reached the waistband of your pants, hands quickly pulling them down to reveal your cotton panties.

“So wet for me baby” he cooed, running a thick finger through your folds.

A shudder ran through your body at the feeling of his fingers coming into contact with your dripping folds, a shaky breath coming from you at the feeling the coldness of his wedding band as he pushed his ring finger into you.

“Danny, please.” You begged.

“Please what baby? What do you need.”

“Need you to fuck me, wanna be full of you.” You pleaded, turning your head to try and get a a glimpse of him.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck you nice and full?” He growls.

“Yes, please Danny, please” you beg, smirking when you hear a breathless “fuck” behind you and the sound of his pants hitting the floor.

A small groan escapes Daniel as he pumps himself slowly, his free hand coming to rest on the back of your neck for leverage as he slides in slowly.

A choked gasp comes from your throat at how thick he is, it didn’t matter how many times Daniel fucked you it always felt like the first time.

However he doesn’t thrust up at first, teasingly grinding his hips allowing you to feel every ridge and vein on his cock.

“Daniel please go faster, wanna make you a daddy again.”

That was all it took for Daniel to lose his remaining self control, his hips snapping against yours at a fast pace while his hand remained on your neck to keep you in place.

Bringing a hand up to quite the lewd sounds escaping you wasn’t worth much because soon Daniel had a fist of your hair and used it to pull your back against his chest.

“Can’t wait to put another baby inside you, watch your stomach grow. Fuck your so hot when your pregnant.” He groaned into your ear, lips moving down to kiss along your neck.

Something carnal takes place in you when his hand comes to rub your stomach, hand going right over where your bump would start to form once you were pregnant.

“Dan-fuck, so good” you cried at the feeling of his tip nudging your most sensitive spot.

He turns your head to lock your lips, his mouth swallowing your cries as he continues to fuck into you at an ungodly pace.

His hand leaves your hair and a deep cry leaves your mouth as both of his large hands cup your breasts under your bra, fingertips pulling and pitching at the skin.

“Can’t wait to watch these grow, watch them get all swollen for me.” He growled.

His hands return to your waist as he begins fucking you harder and harder, his hips moving at a pace you’ve never experienced before. His movements never falter even as you reach a hand back in attempt to slow him down, he knows you can take it, and he knows you want this as bad as him.

“D-fuck, Daniel!, to much.” You cry as the pleasure completely takes over your body, the fire in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter.

“Squeezing me so tight honey, fuck-can’t wait to fill you up.”

Daniel is met with loud cry as a he watches your body shake below his, hands gripping onto the edge of the sink for dear life.

“Danny, ca-can’t take anymore.” You cry as he continues to fuck you through your high, hips moving wildly as he chases a high of his very own.

“Almost there honey, just hang in there for me.” He groans, hands holding your waist so tight, he knows there will be bruises tomorrow, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

You feel his thrusts become sloppy as a loud groan of his own escapes his throat, warmth spreading inside you as he paints your walls with his release.

“Fuck” he groans, chest heaving as he finally caught his breath.

“You good honey?”

His laugh fills the air as you give him a thumbs up, still a bit dazed from your orgasm. Gasps released from the both of you as Daniel pulled out.

You move to stand straight up but a hand on your back stops your movements, throwing your husband a confused look over your shoulder you move to speak but the feeling of his fingers running through your folds cut you off.

“Shit!, Daniel what the hell.” You cried.

“It’s dripping out of you sweetheart, gotta keep it in there. Make sure it sticks.”

-

February 14th, 2024

You smiled brightly at Daniel as you handed him the long box that was sealed with a pretty red bow.

“What? Honey this is unfair, I would’ve got you something. I thought we agreed no gifts.” He spoke once finished his bite of steak.

“Be quiet and open it.” You laughed.

With a taunting mock he opened the box, eyes growing wide as he looked at what sat inside.

“Shut up, are you serious?” He asked, holding the stick in his hand.

“Mhm”

“We did it? We’re gonna have another baby!?” He beamed brightly.

You nodded, breath getting stuck in your throat as the tears began to fall and within seconds Daniel was up and pulling you from your chair into his arms.

“I love you so fucking much.” He cried, pressing kisses all over your face before his lips finally found yours.

It was breathtaking and full of pure love, his hands tangled in your hair to keep you as close as possible.

“I love you more.” You smiled once the two of you parted.

“Do you know how far along you are?” He questioned.

“No, I took the test after I realized I had missed my period, probably no more than six weeks.” You spoke.

He gave you once more sweet kiss before he dropped to his knees in front of you, sticking his head under the skirt of your loose dress as he placed light kisses on your stomach.

“Hi baby, it’s dad. I know you probably can’t hear me yet but we love you so much and we’re so excited to watch you grow and eventually meet you. Now watch out because I’m taking momma upstairs to celebrate.” He spoke and with a finale kiss he was back on his feet and picking you up bridal style.

“Come on honey, gotta go celebrate.” He smirked as he took off up the stairs towards your bedroom.

-

[shhhsupertopsecret]

Bats - Connor Kent

an: some sort of established connection between reader and batfamily (I’ll let you decide) and based on the half-canon “No Metas in Gotham” rule because I think it’s funny. I love domestic batfamily. Let them be a lil silly. Not beta'd :) 

WC: 1205

Secretly dating someone with a single brain cell was not for the faint of heart. Dating a meta from out of town while you live in Gotham was also for the faint of heart. 

“Connor, for fuck’s sake!” You fell onto your back, knocking the air out of your lungs, when Connor appeared upside down in your window. He looked at you, his gaze soft with humor. A shit-eating grin pulled at his lips. 

“May I be gifted entrance?” He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling from where his glasses were pushing his hair back. When you had just about gathered your bearings, you pulled him through the window. 

“What if B sees you? Are you out of your mind?” Your face was pinched in reasonable concern. 

“No ‘hello’? No ‘how are you’? No ’thank you for breaking Batman’s rules to come see me because you love me so much?’” He wrapped one arm loosely around your waist. You really did miss him. There hadn’t been a reason to work together as of late. Making excuses to see him when surrounded by detectives was really hard. By god, you missed him.  

“Hello, I love you, I am so happy to see you, I was numb with loneliness before you appeared”, you placed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Satisfied?”

“I’ll accept it. So…I can stay?” You rolled your eyes at his half-smirk. He was such a dork. 

“Fine, if you must.” Your voice was thick with mock-aloofness, you turned up your nose. You pulled the curtains closed (maybe that was a little paranoid, but all it took was one far away picture in the groupchat to have a dozen bats - mainly Tim - at your door). 

“Movie?” He had already made himself comfortable amongst your pillows and stuffed animals. 

“Of course. My pick this time!” He laughed and relented. As you approached the bed, he opened his arms for you to lay down. You wished he could be with you all the time. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, you could not think of anyone you would rather be with, but you were a little apprehensive for the other bats to know. Firstly, you would have to fight Tim for his attention and you were not good at sharing. Secondly, you would be fraternizing with a Kent and Bruce was real weird about Supes. Thirdly, you had a pack of pseudo-brothers who would want a few words. Bad mix. It was nice to share a bubble with Connor.

Halfway through the movie, you and Connor had molded into one person. Arms and legs were entangled. You were both cocooned in your comforter. You laid nearly fully on top of him, ear over his heart. You were half-asleep, more comfortable than you had been in a while. There was a knock at the door, not unexpected as you had ordered food 30 minutes ago. You pulled away from the tangle, not without Connor letting out a whine. 

“Food, babe. Be right back.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and grabbed his jacket off the bedside chair to cover your pajamas. 

“Coming!” You called as you shuffled to the door, pulling it open. 

That was not a pizza delivery. 

You met eyes with Tim. You contorted your body in an approximation of casual body language. 

“Hey, Tim. What brings you to these pastures?” You leaned against the doorframe. That was a really fucking stupid thing to say. You were not selling casual very well. You had been ambushed! 

“...Hey?” If Tim’s expression was anything to go by, you looked crazy. 

“The Computer’s systems went down before I could finish saving some files and Bruce said you had the physical drive?”

“Oh shit, yeah. It’s in my room. Just…wait here.” This was an easy fix. Give Tim the drive and he would be on his way. It was then that it struck you - you were wearing a jacket three sizes too big with very recognizable spikes on the shoulders. If you turn around there would be a blazing emblem sealing your coffin. No way any of this got past Tim. You felt like you were harboring a fugitive. You kept your cool - and slammed the door in Tim’s face. As quickly as possible, you ran to your room and ransacked your own drawers in search of the cursed USB drive. You ran back to the door, no doubt ten times more disheveled than when you first answered it. 

“Here you go!” You pressed the drive into Tim’s palm and slammed the door once again. Crisis averted??? You commenced the walk of shame back to your bedroom, no doubt that Connor heard that whole ordeal. 

“Pastures!?” You picked up the nearest pillow and slammed it into his face. 

“I KNOW!”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You received a page to the Batcave. While you were hoping for a break, you were always on call. Not unexpected. You pulled yourself together and headed out the door. Your commute to the manor was thankfully uneventful. The sight that greeted you upon your entrance, however, was unexpected. 

Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian sat around a table at different levels of enthusiasm. Dick and Tim wore matching expressions of mischief while Jason and Damian had equal expressions of disinterest. No doubt they were forced to be here.  

“Thank you for attending this meeting. Some information has come to light that we feel the need to debrief.” Dick was definitely having fun fucking with you. 

“I was forced to be here.” Jason was reading a book under the table. 

“I concur with Todd.” Damian didn’t even look up from the notebook he was drawing in. Aww, you felt so loved. 

“Is this necessary? I don’t interrogate you about your romantic escapades. And you-”, you pivoted to Tim, ”You really couldn’t keep this to yourself! You would think a detective would have more tact.” Tim was still smirking at you. 

“As a detective, I am incredibly nosy.” You leaned over and flicked his forehead.

“Uncalled for!” 

“Very called for!”

“Just wait until we tell Bruce.” You slammed your hands down on the table.

“Dick, please don’t. I will tell him when I have to. I would never get to see him if Bruce knew.” You were dead serious and borderline begging, which seemed to make this less fun. 

“You’re serious about him?” Dick softened into his more caring big brother mode. 

“So serious.” Dick smiled at that. He and the other bats had terrible romantic track records and it made him happy to see you able to succeed in that department. He slipped back into his business demeanor. 

“The council has decided - we will not be reporting to the higher authority, but we will be conducting a thorough examination of the suspect.” Was he a Supreme Court Justice now??? This did seem to perk Jason and Damian’s interest. Figures. Jason did have a history of trying to scare your romantic suitors. You threw an arm around his shoulder around Dick’s shoulder. 

“Thank you, dork. Don’t try to scare him too bad.” If this was their weird way of caring for you, you would let them have it. You would also have to warn Connor. 

[deepestnightcolor]

☾ ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ – ᴡʜᴀᴛᴄʜᴀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ? ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: Today's smut is sponsored by this dialogue I had with Sebastian at the luau and Mayor Lewis's purple underwear. Curious? You shall read on, then! I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3669 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, name calling, dirty talk, spanking, mentioning of body painting, Sam's being a rebellious twat and vandalizes stuff.

Living in Pelican Town for over a year now has taught you a lot, but three things had proven to be quite interesting. For one, the whole community had seemingly been held together by nothing more but metaphorical spit and duct tape before you had arrived and had desperately needed your help without letting you know what you had actually signed up for. Secondly, the people in this town were incredibly easy to bribe with gifts, especially when you added a sweet smile on top. And third, this town was basically dead during the night.  After 8 PM, most doors were locked tight, and the streets were empty. This information wasn’t necessary for your work as a farmer, and it certainly didn’t help you with it, but to you, it was an important piece of knowledge. You adored strolling through the streets late at night like a stray cat because it was the only time of the day when you didn’t have to expect someone calling your name or even stepping in your way to have a chat. The night belonged to you, and only you. Or so you thought.

You were wandering through the darkness of the night, enjoying the occasional hoot coming from above you when an owl flew past and the flapping of bat wings cutting through the air. The sounds of the night soothed you; the darkness gave you a sense of security – it was like a cloth wrapping around you, shielding you from the world unless you scared it off with a source of light. It made you feel invisible and seen all the same, valuable, and yet so breakable. Raw emotions you could really allow to settle during the dark hour, emotions that drowned in the buzz of the day.

When your steps passed Lewis’s house a hissing sound met your ear. Stopping in your tracks, your eyes snapped over in the direction you had thought the sound to come from, brows knitted together in a frown. A snake? You had never seen a snake in Pelican Town, or any place in the valley, really. Yet there it was again, a cold hissing sound, slicing through the silence of the night. Before you could really make a decision on what to do, your curiosity had already gotten the best of you. You quietly stepped towards Lewis’s property when you heard another hiss. It was longer now, drawn out as if to make a point. Had the animal already taken note of you and was now threatening you? Yet as you took another step closer and peeked over the picket fence, you saw a figure hunched over right in front of the old pick-up. The size certainly didn’t seem fitting for a snake, unless it had decided to mutate and then break into Alex’s room to eat up his stash of protein bars. Still, the shadow was hissing quietly, and it didn’t look like it had noticed you just yet. You pulled out your phone carefully and tapped the flashlight button, shining the cone of light onto what you had thought to be a snake. The ”snake” was wearing all black, and whipped around faster than you could have opened your mouth to ask what the hell they were doing there. You had always been taught to expect the unexpected, but you would have never guessed that you would find Sam hunched over in front of the mayor’s car with a spray can in his right hand and an expression of unsureness on his face. Sam, who babysat his brother on the beach so he could build his sandcastles, Sam who crouched down to talk to kids, Sam who listened to “I’m Just Ken” while working at Joja. Your boyfriend Sam.

“What the fuck are you doing there exactly, Sam?” The blond had been squinting against the light up until now, but when heard your voice, his face visibly relaxed. “Babe, oh fuck, it’s you,” he breathed, letting out a small, airy laugh. You swallowed, quickly making your way over to the blond, flicking your fingers against his forehead. “Yes, it’s me. But it could have been Lewis. Whose property you are on, doing something to his car, may I add,” you whispered back, watching your boyfriend squint against the light again, and nod. “I know, I know, but I ordered these spray cans on sale, and they just came today, and I just saw an opportunity-“ “Opportunity to do what?” Instead of answering, Sam’s blue eyes slowly flickered to the hood of the car. You furrowed your brows at him, even though you were pretty sure that he couldn’t make out your face. “Sam, you shouldn’t be here. Especially not with spray cans,” you scolded, shining your light on where Sam was looking.

You opened your mouth again, about to scold the blond again, but it was hard to form words when you had to resist the urge to break out into laughter. A pair of undies was revealed under the shine of your flashlight, purple in colour and ready to be seen by the whole community. You had seriously thought you had been discreet when you had returned them to the mayor, but it hadn’t been your fault that he dropped them when Sam came into the townhall after you.

“You are an idiot,” you whispered to him, a giggle slipping past your lips. Sam grinned up at you, his head tilting to the side. “Maybe I am, but so far, I am an idiot that hasn’t been caught yet. So could you please…?” You nodded and knelt next to the rebel, turning off the flash that had bothered him. He let out a sigh of relief, and despite the darkness, you could make out the mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

“How does one even come up with shit like this?” you asked, your hands wrapping around his shoulders. Sam grinned at you, shrugging his broad shoulders. “I thought he deserved it. Treatin’ his woman like shit because he’s a coward.  Thought he should have the need to explain himself…” “Standing up for Marnie? Hot,” you chuckled, flicking his forehead again. “But I doubt this stems from nothing but nobility.” Again, his pearly whites flashed through the darkness. “Okay, maybe I thought him pissing his pants when he sees this would be incredibly funny.” “There we go,” you laughed quietly, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. You had to admit, seeing Sam like this was…interesting, to say the least. You hadn’t expected him to act up in such ways, much less plot an act of rebellion like this – he hadn’t even forgotten to cover his blond hair with a beanie. For some reason, it made you lean in and press a small kiss against his lips. You had planned on pulling away, but before you knew it, you felt yourself being pulled onto your boyfriend’s lap, his tongue licking over yours. Were you into bad boys? Or was it just the unexpected rebellious side of Sam that broke through the seemingly peaceful façade Pelican Town tried to keep up, shaking its rhythm to the core? You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but what you were very aware of was the fact that his lips tasted just so good.

You pulled away after a while, taking his paint-smeared hand in your own as you got on your feet. “Let’s go, then, before my idiot and I get caught,” you panted, plans on what you would do with Sam once you had reached the safety of your bedroom already forming. However, Sam sat still. You tugged at his hand once more, hoping he would cave and follow you, a smile tugging on your lips when you saw him rise. However, you definitely didn’t expect to be pulled into Sam’s chest with his lips smashing into yours again. It was one of the sloppiest kisses you had ever experienced with Sam; it was wet and all tongue and teeth, making you moan into it quietly. He took the chance and sucked on your tongue, his hands travelling down to your ass, giving it a squeeze with his roughened hands. He only pulled away when the both of you were in dire need of air, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. Warm breath tickling your air making you shudder; you heard his voice. It was deeper now, huskier and rougher around the edges. “How about we stick it to him some more?” “Wh..What do you mean?” You asked, gasping when his fingers popped open the button of your pants. “Oh, I think you know what I mean,” he hummed, his pierced tongue following the shell of your ears, knowing it would have your skin break out in goosebumps. “You… you want to do it here?” “What, you scared?” He cooed, his lips now kissing down your neck, chuckling in amusement when you tilted your head to the side in a split second to allow more access. “No, but- is that legal? What if we get caught?” “Nothing I did here is legal, but I promise you, we won’t get caught. Lewis sleeps like a rock, and the others are far enough away...Besides…Wouldn’t it be fun to get caught? Let them know who’s fuckin’ you well? Showin’ them how it’s done?” You almost whimpered at his words, his hand had now found its way into your underwear. You needed to stop this. Both of you could get into serious trouble, and you didn’t want that. The two of you needed to get home and sleep this off and hope that Mayor Lewis never found out who the sprayer was.

You pushed your pants down yourself, shoving Sam’s beanie off his head to run your fingers through the blond strands, your lips finding your boyfriend’s despite the darkness. This time it was you greedily sucking on his tongue, allowing his finger to circle your clit with tiny, quick movements. Sam’s other hand found its way to your ass, gripping the flesh and giving it a gentle smack. You tugged on his hair in return, pushing your body flush against his to let him feel your tits against his chest. Given his laboured breathing, you knew it had the desired effect on him as you allowed yourself to kiss down his neck after pulling away from his lips. “Knew you would come around,” he hummed, his hand pulling from your panties. You whined in return, just to be kissed again. “Shhh…We don’t want to get caught just yet, do we?” He murmured, smacking your ass with both hands now, probably leaving some paint there as well. Being too into it to care, you gave him what he wanted, jumping up just to be steadied by his strong arms and hoisted up against his body. You wrapped your legs around his hips, your crotches now pressed together. In this position you could feel the heat radiate from Sam’s already hardened dick, replacing the fears of being caught with thoughts of being filled to the brim by his pierced cock. “Sam, want you to fuck me,” you whispered, rutting your hips against the bulge restrained by his black pants. Sam groaned quietly, squeezing your ass again while he guided the movements of your hips over his crotch. “And I wanna fuck you, princess. Gonna fill ya up right ‘ere, ‘kay? Let everyone know how to treat a woman.” His words were accompanied by his lips smacking kisses on your neck, sucking a hickey onto the heated-up skin when he deemed it fit. “Pretty please.” Sam chuckled, his eyes flickering to Lewis’s house momentarily to make sure everything remained dark, his hand already moving to push down your panties. “How could I say no when you ask me like that?” It wasn’t like he could have said no even if you hadn’t asked him like that; his penis was painfully hard by now, red and hot to the touch. His tip glistening with pre-cum; the prospect of getting to fuck his absolutely beautiful girlfriend out in the open after just basically committing a petty crime had his cock drooling for you.

He carefully placed you on the hood of the car, smiling to himself when he felt your body shiver as soon as your bare ass met with the cold surface of it. Still, as he allowed his finger to run through your folds, he could feel what a hot mess you were already; wetness coated his finger, and your legs twitched against his hips when he brushed over your clit. As much as he wanted to tease you, he knew he had to be quicker than usual. Lewis did sleep like a rock, but he would be damned if he was stopped before he could have sunken his dick into you. “You ready for me, baby?” His voice was heavy with lust, the pad of his thumb still messing with your clit that was pulsing for his touch. “Mhhhmmm!” you whispered, eyes darting from the mayor’s house back to your lover, your legs quivering already. The cold night air hitting your wet cunt made you want Sam’s cock all the more, and you knew you were basically drooling down there. The excitement you felt wrapped you into a heavy cloud, just like the darkness of the night usually did. You were able to hear the fabric of his pants as he pulled them down, soon followed by a small smacking sound. Your mouth watered as you laid eyes on the outline of Sam’s erection, your pussy clenching around nothing in eager anticipation. You reached your hand out to let the pads of your fingers ghost along his shaft, smiling to yourself when you heard his breath hitch. Sam was an incredibly sensitive man; you had managed to make him cum by teasing his cock alone more than once. You felt yourself clench yet again when you felt the cold metal of his piercing near the tip of his dick, your lower lip catching between your teeth. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. Him massaging your clit had made your heart thump into your chest and your head feel more light, but it had also made you care about nothing but him fucking you. You used your legs that were still hooked around his hips to pull him closer, your fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft. Leading him to your core, you guided his dick through your folds, mixing precum with your own arousal. Sam was groaning under his breath, and you could feel a shift in your surroundings as he placed his hands right next to you on the hood of the car. “You are so wet for me already, baby,�� he whispered. “Just for you,” you moaned, feeling his lips run down your neck again before he sat up, lining himself up with your entrance.

You could feel his fingers intertwining with yours and you gave him a squeeze. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and pushed his hips forward in one swift movement, filling you to the hilt with ease. It knocked the air out of your lungs, and for a moment, you could have sworn the world was spinning fast enough for you to actually see it, but the stretch felt just so good. Your walls clung to Sam as if your life depended on it, and the urge to scream out his name just to show everyone who filled you up so well was dancing on your tongue. Sam himself struggled to keep up his composure, his head spinning with the way you clung to him. You were so wet and warm; a great contrast to the cold night. And – it was you. You always managed to take his breath away.

Breathing heavily, Sam held the position he was in, massaging your breasts through your shirt. You could feel every inch of him inside of you, and Yoba, you loved it. You grasped at strands of his hair, tugging on it as your hips snapped against him, making him suck in air through his teeth. “Fuck, ya’re so sexy, ya know that? And all mine,” he slurred, leaning down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips. This one was more hasty, though, as he quickly pulled away to push one of your legs against you, almost completely pulling out just to snap his hips forward again, filling you to the brim again. The blond started with a slow pace, trying to show you that he had full control over the situation, but you made it so hard. Your walls were contracting around his cock as if to massage the pierced shaft, drooling all over the already wet skin. With each thrust he gave you he forced a whimper out of your mouth which you desperately tried to keep shut but failed miserably. And the way you looked in the moonlight that had now been revealed by the clouds… it really wasn’t his fault that his thrusts almost automatically picked up the pace, abusing your little cunt like as it deserved. Your back arched off the car, but your ass rubbed against the now warmed-up steel beneath your skin as it began to redden. One of Sam’s hands kept your leg pushed towards your shoulder, while the other worked your clit mercilessly.  He was fucking you hard; his cock pounding into you just to prove that he could, balls smacking against your wet lips to underline the obviousness of what you were doing out here. “Sam!” you hissed, your fingers curling in his hair. He was giving you every centimetre of him, and he was giving to you at a mind -breaking pace. If someone had asked you your name, you would have probably given Sam’s, as that was all that left your mouth at this point.

“That’s m’good fuckin’ girl. Takin’ my cock so well, like ya were made for it, hm? Like being stuffed with my cock out here? Yes?” he grunted, giving your clit a light smack as you didn’t respond. You gasped loudly at that, your toes curling in the sneakers that neither of you had bothered to take off. “Mhmmm!” You moaned, but were cut off by a tongue shoved down your throat. You had to close your eyes for a moment; the sensation of Sam mercilessly fucking you in the cold air of the night and him kissing you so roughly made everything feel like you were far away, chasing the high announcing itself with the tightening knot in your stomach. It wasn’t like Sam wasn’t a mess, though. His usually carefully styled hair was completely dishevelled, his cheeks were flush with arousal, and his breathing was just barely covering the grunts and groans of your name. His legs shook as he pounded his drooling dick into your wet cunt, and admittedly, he himself was drooling for you. “’m gonna cum, baby. Ya gonna cum for me? Cum all over me? Show ‘em who ya belong to?” The words all were whispered in your mouth, and you ate them right up with a dazed nod. You could feel the metal of Sam’s piercing rut against your walls as his tip was bullying your cervix, causing your vision to blur with tears. His thumb found your clit again, and this time he rubbed much slower circles onto it with added pressure. Your body felt like it was set under electrical shocks; each time a wave of pleasure subsided, the next one followed. “Lookin’ so pretty in the moonlight, baby,” he whispered, his heart pounding in your chest. He could have sworn whenever he praised you even the slightest, your cunt just sucked him in further, and it drove him insane. Absolutely insane.

“Sam! Sam, gonna cum, oh fuck, cummin’!” you cried out, and this time, your boyfriend didn’t care to quieten you. He was busy staring down at you as you threw your head back, your back arching in again while you held onto his shoulders tightly. Your cunt spasmed around him as you moaned his name, your hips both rutting against him and trying to get away from him as he still bullied into you.

The begging whisper of his name as you rode your orgasm was enough for Sam; his balls tightened as ropes of cum filled you up, his hips shaking as he forced himself to keep moving, feeling the burning need to fill you up to the brim and fuck his own cum into you deep enough you would feel it the next day. His penis twitched inside of you as he fucked himself empty, not slowing down until he had fucked all his cum inside of you, having you shiver beneath him.

The two of you were panting, Sam’s hand finding yours again and allowing them to lock together, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly pulled out from you, ignoring the wetness of his crotch. The two of you smiled at each other silently, when suddenly you saw a light switch on inside the house. You looked at each other again as Sam quickly sprung to action just barely pulling up his pants before he helped you pull up your own. You picked up the cans and the beanies before you were thrown over Sam’s shoulder, the blond running towards his house in a panicked frenzy.

You couldn’t help but giggle like two teenagers as you hid in some bushes, holding one another’s mouth shut. What you didn’t expect was that instead of a full painting of some purple undies on Mayor Lewis’s car, there was half a painting of his underwear, accompanied by the print of an ass from where you had been sitting. The other half of the painting Sam would find later when the two of you had a shower on your farm.

[purp1earm0rxx]

I've been seeing a lot of hate of bayverse Leonardo so here's my controversial opinion of him

Bayverse Leonardo is not a walking red flag. Mind you, in the 2016 live action TMNT movie, he is 17 years old. He's a kid. A kid tasked with the responsibility to lead his brothers and protect his family. That's a lot on a 17-year old's shoulders.

And yet, we have people who hate the character. Why? Their usual reasoning is for the fact that during the 2016 movie, there was a part where Donnie told him how the ooze could make them human, and in response to learning said information, he told Donnie to keep it a secret from the others. The others being Raph and Mikey. But, unknowingly to them, Mikey had heard/seen the whole thing. Mikey ends up confiding in Raph about it, and Raph is upset on finding out that Leo kept such a thing from them to the point that he confronts Leo about it.

This ends up in them arguing and then, Leo says the line, "there's only one vote that counts in this family, mine."

So, a lot of fans hate Leonardo based off that. But here's the thing. First off, eventually Leonardo realizes that it was wrong of him to have done that without talking with his brothers first, and lets them decide what they want to do with the ooze later on. That was him learning to balance being a leader and being a brother. He had put the decision in their hands and told them that whatever they decide that he would stick by it. That was him owning up to his mistake taking that choice away from them in the first place. But secondly? He didn't make the decision with malicious intent, you can watch the scene where Donnie is telling him, showing him how the ooze can change them, and you can see the fear in his eyes. He was scared. HIs brothers weren't totally happy with being mutant turtles, and seeing as there's a chance they could be human?

He knew that if they found out about it, they probably would jump at the chance to join the surface world. And he was afraid of that, he was afraid of losing his brothers. Not to mention, earlier in the movie, there's a scene where he's talking with Splinter, about losing Shedder, and Splinter says, "Remember, as long as you keep the team unified, you shall always succeed." And in Leonardo's head, the ooze might mean the team falling apart. That's not me excusing his actions, but it explains his reasons behind it.

But it feels like the fans that are hating on Leonardo just brushed past the scene of him letting his brothers decide what to do with the ooze, or just completely forget it altogether. It literally is such an important scene, bc it shows that he can, and does, learn from his mistakes. It shows growth in him as a leader and a brother. Yes, that doesn't change the fact that it happened in the first place, but it shows that he will own up to his own faults. When you are a leader, it's never bc you are that perfect of a person, no one is perfect, to be a true leader is to be able to see your own faults and to be able to own up to them and change.

There's a reason Splinter made him leader.

He's not a walking red flag, he's not an asshole, and he's not a horrible person or brother. He's flawed. He made a mistake, and he made right by it. That's what should matter.

I think people are too hard on him, and I just wish they would ease up on the hate. I hate to see my fandom so filled with hate and dislike towards a character that I believe doesn't deserve it. And I say this as someone who grew up with three brothers, I have an older brother who Leonardo kind of is similar to, and our relationship is very alike to Leo and Raph's relationship. Siblings fight, and siblings forgive.

[yespleasetommyshelby]

Always ~ Tommy Shelby ~ Three

Summary: Leah Hart had left the Shelby's in her past, or so she'd thought, a surprise wedding invite pulls her back to Small Heath. A place filled with people she had tried so hard to leave behind, but as her mother had used to say, somehow, you'll always find your way back home.

Tommy Shelby x OC (Leah Hart)

Word count: 2700 (Approx)

Strolling through the streets Leah grinned as she greeted people that she hadn't seen in so long, waving her hand towards the local group of elderly church goers she couldn't help but laugh as they turned up their noses.

"That Leah girl, she's just as bad as that blue eyed devil himself!" She mimicked to herself as she thought back, it was always some variation of how she was just like Tommy. "How times change aye." She sighed to herself just as the Garrison came into view.

Stepping through the door she quickly jumped to the side just in time to dodge the body that had been ungraciously thrown at her feet.

"Alright lads enough! Out! The lotta of ya before I call the Shelby's!" Harry's voice echoed from behind the bar, his finger pointing at the two men stood huffing and puffing while glaring daggers at the practically unconscious man on the ground. "Go on, out!" He stated, fist banging on the counter as he finalised his words.

Unable to hold back a laugh she chuckled slightly as the two men picked up their friend from the door and dragged him out of the Garrison doors.

"Oh it's so good to be home!" She laughed as Harry rounded the corner towards her.

"Leah! Where on earth have you been girl? Things ain't been the same without you around here ya know." He sighed, pulling away and ruffling her hair slightly.

"First off, how very dare you." She muttered, looking into the mirrored wall behind the bar trying to fix her hair. "And secondly, what could've possibly happened by me leaving." She shrugged, jumping up onto a stool and spinning around to face the bar.

"Them bloody Shelby's for one." Harry sighed as he stepped back behind the bar to grab two glasses and a bottle of whisky.

"What do you mean?" She asked with her head tilted slightly, a trait she'd had since a child. "Surely little old me wouldn't cause that much of an issue." She laughed uneasily, seeing the serious nature of Harry's face. "Was it really that bad?" She groaned.

"At first yeah, John basically lived in the back room for the first few weeks, drank the bloody majority of my whisky trying to drown you out." He chuckled slightly as he slid the drink towards her. "Ada, well, I haven't seen her much, but I heard about all the shit with her, Freddie and Tom." He shrugged slightly.

"Wait, so Ada is having a baby with Freddie? As in Freddie Thorne, Freddie?" Leah asked with an open mouth. "Well I'll be damned." I muttered, a baby with her brothers best friend, god help the girl.

"Arthur weren't much better than John, too busy drinking or doing bloody Tokyo to remember you weren't here anymore." Harry carried on, watching as the girls face got lower and lower with every word, wondering whether he should just shut his mouth.

"What about Pol?" She asked next, after hearing about the three Shelby's she needed to know, the guilt eating away at her as she thought about the times that she'd spent happy and uncaring whilst with Alfie, while they were here, right where she'd left them.

"She's Pol, ya know how she is, she was fine on the outside." He shrugged slightly. "But I've known that woman for a long bloody time, and there was something just, off with her." He trailled off, pouring a drink for another customer before turning back, hesitating on whether he should say anything about the final Shelby.

"Just say it." She grumbled, resting her head in her hands as she felt the tears brim, waiting for what Harry was about to say.

"You think he was bad before? You haven't seen anything yet." He muttered, catching her attention, he head shooting up to look at him with raised brows. "He's darker than I've ever seen him, he locked himself in the office at the Den, had Arthur picking up crates of whisky and delivering them to the door daily, didn't see him for almost 6 months after you left." He kept his eyes on the glass he was drying as he spoke, he could see Leah from the corner of his eye, the look on her face breaking his heart that he was the one telling her this. "There's rumours that he wanders the streets through the middle of the night, I've seen him out a couple of times. But the things you hear about the blinders these days? They're ruthless, much more than before, the stories'll give you nightmares." He sighed to himself, seeing the first tear fall down the young girls face.

"What about that pretty barmaid? Bet she couldn't wait." She scoffed, thinking back to the blonde Irish that had randomly shown up and taken Tommys attention away from her.

"Grace?" Harry asked slightly shocked, he assumed she'd known what had come from Tommy and Grace. "Uh, yeah, she's still about." Harry nodded, distracting himself from looking at the girl by fidgeting with the cloth on the counter. "They are.. close, I guess." Harry shrugged, sighing as Leah raised an eyebrow. "Okay fine, after you left and he spent 6 months holed up in his office the two of them got close, still are as far as I'm aware." He sighed, his own heart breaking for the poor girl.

"Thank you Harry." She muttered sadly, her chest burning as she downed the rest of her drink in one before sliding it back to Harry. "I'll need a few more of these." She muttered with a half smile, heart breaking all over again.

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The bang of the Garrisons doors opening and the shout of "There she is!" Made the punters in the Garrison freeze for a second before a nod from John had them back to how they were, knowing Shelby business isn't any of theirs.

"Meeting over is it?" Leah smiled, she'd stopped crying a half hour ago, although by the looks on their faces she could tell that her eyes were still puffy and red.

"Ignore that sluggish pig of a man." Polly muttered as she walked over, pulling Leah to her feet. "Come on, you run with the Shelby's remember." She laughed as she linked their arms and dragged her through to the private room, John, Arthur and Finn in tow.

"Where you been then aye?" Arthur questioned as they all sat around a table in the private room.

"Up in London, I thought you knew that?" Leah answered vaguely, not wanting to reveal the truth about her time with Alfie, knowing that they would be absolutely fuming that they were kept in the dark all this time.

"And what exactly have you been doing up there?" John asked as he stood to open up the window to the bar, calling to Harry for a bottle of whisky and some glasses.

"I got a job in a bakery." She smiled, laughing at the bored faces in front of her.

"A bakery?" John asked as he sat down and began pouring the drinks. "As in bread and cakes and shit?" He laughed as he slid the drinks over.

"Yes John, like bread and cakes and shit." She laughed, technically she wasn't lying, she did work at a bakery, even if it was a front for a distillery. "A lot less exciting than home that's for damn sure." She laughed slightly, her eyes finding the floor as the door to the snug opened revealing Tommy himself.

"Still home then is it?" Arthur questioned, wrapping his arm around Leah's shoulders.

"Oh Arty, you know this shit pit will always be home!" She laughed, watching as Tommy's back tensed slightly.

"Oi, just cause you've reappeared out the fuckin' blue don't mean you get to call me that shit." He laughed ruffling her hair before falling back in his seat with a happy sigh.

"Course it is Arthur, home is where the heart is and all that." John laughed, nodding his head towards Tommy who was still stood at the window through to the bar.

"Ha ha, not anymore Johnny boy, not anymore." She sighed slightly, her words sounding much more convinced than her heart.

"Oh leave the girl alone would ya! She's back now shut your faces and drink ya drinks!" Polly ordered, the Shelby boys and Leah doing as they're told.

Leah smiled to herself as she looked around at the Shelby's around her, as much as she'd felt welcomed and loved with Alfie there was nothing that could beat the feeling of begging home, with her family, even if Tommy hadn't said a word to her since she'd arrived.

Two hours later and the Shelby's were exactly how Leah had remembered them, loud, lively, and absolutely drunk. She couldn't hold back the snort of laughter she let out as John dropped from his chair landing face first on the floor, Arthur falling into the window as he struggled to breath through his laughter.

"Right, that's enough I think." Polly laughed to herself as she watched her drunken nephews with a smile, checking in on Finn who had fallen asleep on the bench almost an hour ago. "Come on, best be getting back, big day tomorrow." She winked towards Leah, the girls eyes widening as she remembered the main reason for her return, johns secret wedding.

"Oh yeah, shhhh." The girl laughed leaning down towards where John was still laid on the floor, finger pressed to her lips.

"What?" John mumbled, lifting his face from the carpet for a split second before he crashed back down, sending Leah and Arthur into another round of giggles.

"Right!" Polly announced as she stood from her seat. "You drag his ass back to the house, I'll grab Finn." She nodded to Arthur before reaching down and scooping the young boy into her arms.

Another round of giggles left her mouth as Leah watched Arthur literally drag John up, holding him the best he could as he dragged him towards the door following Polly out of the snug. Closing her eyes for a moment she took a deep breath, the smile on her face almost glued into place as she relived the last few hours of her life.

"Waiting for something?" A deep voice broke her from her happy trance, her eyes opening and landing on Thomas, who sat in the same seat he'd been in for the last two hours, in the corner of the snug as though overlooking the family.

"Talking to me?" She muttered, closing her eyes again and leaning her head back, if he wanted to be petty then so be it, petty she would be.

"There's nobody else here." Tommy spoke coldly, his blue eyes watching her every move, with her eyes closed he took the chance to look at her properly, not that he hadn't been sneaking quick glances the last few hours. His eyes followed the curve of her face where he used to rest his hands, down her neck where he'd leave kisses during their most intimate moments before following down her body, the one he used to know so well. He'd known every scar, every spot, every nook and cranny on her body, he could make her writhe in pleasure the way he was sure nobody else ever could, the sounds that he knew she'd only ever made for him.

"Why now?" Her voice had his eyes snapping back to hers in fear that he'd been caught, but her eyes were still closed, brows furrowed. After hearing no reply she opened her eyes, looking over to him as he did nothing but sit and watch. "Why are you talking to me now? I've been here for hours Tom." She sighed, guessing that her initial question wasn't clear enough for the king of Small Heath.

"Now's a good a time as any." He shrugged slightly, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cigarette tin, taking one out he rubbed it against his lips before he lit it.

Leah couldn't help but watch the small action, the same thing he'd been doing since they shared their first cigarette together under the bridge by the cut, giggles and then coughs from the nine years olds filling the silent night. Shaking her head slightly she could feel her self sobering up the longer she sat. "Well no, I'm not waiting for anything, just forgot you were there." She smiled sarcastically at him before leaning forwards and plucking his case from the table where he'd left it, lifting the cigarette to her lips she helped herself to his matches to light it before sitting back on her chair and raising an eyebrow at the look he was giving her.

"Not the first time you forgot me, aye." His voice sounded deeper as he spoke, Leah's movement faltering at his words.

"Forgot you?" She scoffed, harshly taking a deep breath. "How the fuck do you think I could forget you? I couldn't if I tried, and fucking believe me, I tried." She narrowed her eyes at him, watching as he sat still, no movements to give away how he was feeling, the same cold demeanour as normal on display, but Leah was different, Leah could read the man like a book. She noticed the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, the blink and you miss it change in his eyes, how they darkened at her words. "If anything I assumed that you'd forgotten about me, I wrote you Tom, the first couple of weeks after I left I sat there for hours trying to make sure that it made sense, that I included everything I ever wanted to say to you!" Her voice raised as she threw her cigarette to the ground using her shoe to smoosh it into the carpet. "Even after I wrote it, it took me a week, a fucking week to send it and what did I get in return aye?" She stood, pointing her finger in his direction while all he could physically do with himself was sit and watch, letting her words wash over him. "I got fucking ignored!" She exclaimed, her voice loud enough to be heard by the patrons in the main room.

Shaking her head she huffed to herself as he still sat there in silence, making no attempt to move or reply. Sighing to herself she grabbed her bag from the floor and turned towards the door, losing all hope that they could actually have a grown up conversation, three sentences in and she was already screaming at him.

"I didn't get a letter." His words made her hand drop from the door, her body tensing as she slowly turned to face him, a disbelieving look on her face. "I promise you, I never received a letter." She looked into his eyes as he spoke, the same pair of eyes that she knew oh so well for the past 20 years.

As they stared at each other they both felt the same longing feeling they'd had for the past year, like there was a big gaping whole in their chests that was slowly closing up by just being in the same room together after all this time.

"I'm gunna go." She mumbled shaking her head, reaching for the door she opened slightly before his next words made her freeze in her spot.

"Go where? Back to London?" He started, waiting until she closed the door back up before dropping the bomb that had been making his body itch since she showed up at the betting shop door.

"Back to Alfie?"

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DUN DUN DUUUUUN 😱

As always let me know what you think!

Previous part here:

[hayquetenerpatience]

The devil appeared to three Pastors and said to them: "If I gave you the power to change something in the past, what would you change?"

The first of them, with great apostolic fervor, replied: "I would like to prevent you from leading Adam and Eve to sin, so that humanity does not separate from God."

The second, a man full of mercy, said to him: "I will prevent you from straying from God and condemning you forever."

The third of them was the simplest and instead of answering the tempter, he knelt down, bowed his head and prayed: "Lord, deliver me from the temptation of what might have been and what was not." The demon, screaming and trembling with pain, fled.

The other two were surprised and said to him: "Brother, why did you react like this?"

And he answered them: “First, we should never talk to the enemy.” “Secondly, no one in the world has the power to change the past.” “Third: Satan’s interest was not to prove our virtue, but to trap us in the past, so that we neglect the present, the only time God gives us His grace and we can cooperate with Him to fulfill His will.”

Of all the demons, the one that most holds men back and prevents them from being happy is “what could have been and was not.” The past is left to the mercy of God and the future to His providence. Only the present is in our hands. Live today loving God with all your heart.

[teapartyprincess4two]

I'M THE ANON WHO REQUESTED FOR HEARTBREAK GIRL!!

FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU, OMG. I CAN'T BELIEVE U WROTE IT I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUTTTT I SHOULD'VE SPECIFIED THAT I WANTED A HAPPY ENDING BECAUSE I SWEAR I CAN'T TAKE ANGST AND UNRESOLVED ENDING 😭

sooo part two PLEASE??? <3333 (I'll give my right leg for free)

Heartbreak Girl PT.2- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Clueless!reader x BestFriend!Matt

classification: slight angst, fluff

warnings: use of y/n, slight cursing, slightly annoying reader, Matt has a gf (brief), HAPPY ENDING

inspiration: requests^^, Heartbreak Girl by 5SOS

summary: Matt tries moving on, but you reel him back in every time.

Heartbreak Girl PT.1

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Matt couldn’t find it in himself to stay mad at you. No matter how hard he tried, he found excuse after excuse each time and ended up forgiving you. Matt’s mind was battling with itself, trying to muster up enough hatred to push you out of his life once and for all, but he couldn’t blame you for breaking his heart. Deep down Matt knew that it wasn’t your fault you fell in love with someone else, and it especially wasn’t your fault that he fell in love with you.

So, even though his mind told him no, his heart told him yes, and he found himself welcoming you back into his life just days after the incident.

It was Tuesday, an ordinary day for everyone in the Sturniolo household. You were visiting, something you did often, and you, Chris and Nick were engaged in meaningless conversation on the couch. Matt watches the three of you with a sad droop in his eyes from the kitchen, memories of him sobbing in the hallway just days before replaying through his mind. Your face was such a bittersweet sight; filling him with emotions of love and sadness.

Matt desperately wanted to be the underdog who won the girl, but he didn’t even know where to begin with you. There were so many boundaries he’d have to cross and he didn’t know if he was ready for it all. For starters, you were his best friend. What happens if he confesses and you simply don’t feel the same way? Would he lose you as a friend? Secondly, you just got out of a serious relationship and already voiced your opinion on future relationships. Even if Matt did confess, the trauma Mike left you would blind you. Matt was convinced that you’d never date him.

Matt grabs 4 drinks, the reasons he’s even in the kitchen in the first place, balancing them in his hands as he walks back into the living room. Silently, he hands the drinks out and sits back onto the couch, squeezing in between you and Chris. Your body instinctively scoots in closer to Matt’s, a sigh escaping your lips as you cuddle into his chest. He hates himself for quite literally welcoming you back with open arms, but he can’t help it. He loves you, and he’ll take anything he can get.

When Matt came home crying a few days ago, Nick and Chris prodded him for an explication. At first, he couldn’t find the courage to confess his feelings for you out loud, not even to his brothers. But, Nick and Chris were relentless and after a few more tries they managed to force the information out of Matt.

So, now that you’re wrapped in his arms, Nick sends Matt a warning glare. Matt can feel Nick’s burning stare, but he keeps his eyes on the TV in front of him. He was so undeniably whipped for you it was embarrassing, he couldn’t handle the judgmental looks from his brothers.

“I’m cold,” you whisper, looking up at Matt through your long, thick lashes. Matt’s first instinct is to warm you up, and he fights the urge to peel the clothes off his back and wrap you in it. “Want a blanket?” he asks sweetly, a glint of sadness in his eyes as he makes eye contact with you. Why was he giving into your every whim so easily? Why was he unable to hate you?

You hum in response, turning your attention back to the movie without another word. You had Matt wrapped around your finger, and with the way you just interacted with him, he knew you were playing him. But, like a well trained dog, he wiggled out from under you to fetch you a blanket. Nick and Chris watch in frustration, suppressing the urge to slap their brother for being so whipped.

“Thank you,” you murmur once Matt returns with the blanket, sprawling out over you as he snuggles back into his previous spot.

“Anything for you.”

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Matt’s managed to slowly, but surely, get over you, for the most part at least. He didn��t want to, but he started seeing this girl he met through Instagram. His brothers pushed him to meet new people, mostly so he’d finally get over you, but he was hesitant at first. Matt held his reservations, he wanted to save himself for you for as long as possible.

But, he finally decided enough was enough because you didn’t remain true to your previous sentiments about dating. The words still rang through Matt’s mind every night, “I’m just ready to be single.” Why say that if you were going to start dating again just months later? Granted, you were only exploring, none of the people you were associating yourself with were of true interest, but it still hurt.

Matt spent his entire life pining for you, chasing you at a steady pace that kept you just out of reach. Then, for whatever reason, you let a random man enter your life and take his rightful spot? There was an unspoken claim that Matt felt for you, he needed you to be his and no one else’s. But it was clear now that you didn’t see him the same way, so he was forced to find comfort in someone else.

Fiona, the girl Matt was seeing, looked an awful lot like you. It was creepy how similar she was to you; she held a lot of the same mannerisms and dressed like you. Anyone could see that Matt was looking for you in her and that she was the perfect scapegoat, providing Matt with the perfect excuse to stop pursuing anything real with anyone.

When you first met Fiona, you put on a fake, tight lipped smile. You shook her hand aggressively, your firm grip sending her a message that she read loud and clear; you didn’t like her at all. For as long as you’ve known Matt, he’s always been just Matt. Now, with this new girl in the picture, he wasn’t just Matt anymore. It was now Matt and Fiona, and you hated it.

You had zero room to be upset, especially because Matt had practically thrown himself at you time and time again, but the jealousy built up every time you saw them together. Matt smiled at her? You’re furious. Matt tells you about her? You’re not listening. Matt takes her on a date? You hate her. That last part is true, you hate her.

“I just don’t see what he sees in her,” you say, messing with one of the stuffed animals that litter Nick’s bed. He’s been listening to you drone on and on about Fiona for hours. He rolls his eyes as he replies, “she’s nice? I don’t Y/n, can we talk about something else?”

You glance at him, an annoyed look written all over your face, “You’re supposed to listen to me rant. That’s what good friends do.”

“No, that’s what Matt does, and I’m not Matt.”

“Whatever,” you grumble, picking loose pieces of lint from Nick’s bedsheets.

“Why do you care so much about Fiona anyway? Aren’t you seeing that guy? What’s his na-“ Nick begins, but you cut him off because the string of questions begin annoying you.

“Ian? I went on ONE date with him,” you say.

“Okay, well why don’t you go on another?” Nick prods, beginning to push your buttons with each question. “Because he was weird. Plus he smelled like cigarettes,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance. Why couldn’t Nick just shut up and listen to you rant?

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re an avid Fiona hater, though.” Nick knows you’re fighting with the realization that you’re in love with Matt, why else would Fiona bother you so much?

“She’s just weird. Matt could do better,” you reply, your mind wandering into dangerous territory as you imagine a life where you and Matt are dating. The images tug at your heart strings, a feeling you’ve never felt before when thinking of your best friend.

“Oh okay. And I’m assuming you’re ‘better?’” Nicks’s fingers dramatically air quote the last word, causing a blush to form on your face. “I never said that! Don’t be annoying!” you exclaim, hitting him playfully with the stuffed animal.

He laughs, blocking your hits with his arms, “Just admit you’re in love with him and that’s why you don’t like his girlfriend.” Girlfriend, the word stung when he said it. You stop hitting Nick, slumping back into your spot.

“Girlfriend? They’re official?” the exasperation in your voice is enough to give you away. You’ve never felt this heartbroken before, not even when you and Mike officially ended things. This is a newfound pain, a feeling you don’t want to linger in. Were you blind this entire time? Has the veil finally been lifted only to reveal that your best friend, the love of your life, has his sights set on another?

Nick’s mouth goes agape, a hand quickly covering it. “Are you actually in love with my brother?!” his voice is muffled behind his hand, but still loud enough for you to hear. The realization finally sets in, you love Matt, but you’re too late.

“Holy fuck. I think I am,” you whisper, tears brimming at your eyes. Now what?

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It’s rare that you and Matt get time alone nowadays, especially with Fiona always lingering around. Nick confirmed that they weren’t official, they weren’t even exclusive, but for some reason she was always just there. You tried being nice, especially if she was going to become a frequent character in your life, but it was hard.

You’re currently filming a car video with the triplets, grateful that they didn’t invite Matt’s new friend to crash the party. You’ve filmed many videos like this with them before, but for some reason you feel nervous the whole time.

Throughout the entire video Matt’s eyes are glued to you, he’s hanging onto your every word and relishing in the sweet sound of your laughter. This feels normal, and for a second he forgets all about the poor girl he was leading on. But, once the video reaches the halfway point, the conversation drifts into the topic of relationships.

“Okay, this person asks if any of us are in love. You go first, Y/n,” Chris reads the question from his phone, earning daggers from Nick. This was obviously a sensitive subject, and if Nick was in charge of reading the questions he would’ve glossed over it and moved onto the next, but Chris isn’t aware of your hidden feelings for Matt. Matt becomes visibly uncomfortable from his seat, shifting so he’s fully facing the dashboard. Whatever you’re going to say, he doesn’t want to hear it.

You cough awkwardly, “I don’t want to answer that.”

Nick is about to speak up in an attempt to steer the conversation in a different direction, but Chris doesn’t skip a beat, “Okay, that’s fine. Matt? How you liking your new lady friend?” Chris pokes Matt’s sides playfully, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The question churns your stomach, you actually could vomit right now. Nick sends you a sympathetic glance, attempting to console you with a hand on your knee, but you push his hand away and shake your head profusely.

Matt wants to slap Chris, why would he even direct the question to him? But he keeps his composure, “She’s nice and funny. Nice girl.”

You can’t stop the snarky, sassy remark that escapes your mouth, “Wow. Sounds like true love.” Matt shifts to you in shock, the anger filling his body immediately. Who were you to talk? You crawled back to Mike every single time he uttered so much as a broken promise. You believed him every time he said he would change only to cry to Matt about your heartbreak hours later.

“What would you know? Not like Mike set much of an example,” Matt spits, venom laced in every word. You’re shocked and hurt, Matt was never the type to throw personal stuff in your face.

“So mature, Matt. So mature,” you reply with an eye roll. The air in the car is becoming tense, both Nick and Chris unaware of what to do with themselves. Do they interject? Do they change the subject? Or do they just let you two hash it out? They decided on the last option, scooting far back into their seats and watching the situation unfold.

“Oh shut up! You called me every night crying over that loser. Is that what love is to you?! Because if so, I don’t want any part of it,” Matt’s voice is so loud it shakes the car, he’s pointing an accusatory finger in your face and leaning so far forward in his seat that he’s practically in the backseat.

You’re no stranger to fights, especially not after having Mike as an ex, so you’re quick to respond, “What a best friend you are! If I would’ve known you were going to throw this back in my face, I would’ve never told you any of this!”

Matt’s seething with anger, but so are you. He breaths in deeply through his nose, ready to rip you a new one, but Nick decides he’s heard enough. The camera is still rolling and the mood is ruined.

“Are you two idiots done? Jesus, fuck,” Nick groans, pushing himself between you two and grabbing the camera from the dashboard.

“That was… a lot,” Chris chuckles nervously from the front seat, he has no idea what just happened. Matt clenches his jaw, breaking his gaze from you and facing forward.

“Just take me home,” you command, an angry tone still laced in your voice. The faster you could get out of this car, the better.

“Already on it,” Matt retorts, starting the car and reversing out of the parking lot. You’re about to make a snarky remark, but he turns the volume up, loud radio music drowning your voice. You’re trembling at this point, the pent up anger threatening to burst at any moment.

Once Matt pulls up to your house, he quickly places the car in park, unlocking the doors from the front seat to serve as your invitation to leave. You gladly accept it, dismissing yourself from Nick and Chris with a genuine, apologetic smile before swinging the door open. You step out of the car, slamming the door shut soon after.

You stomp your way to your house, trembling hands unlocking your front door. But once you’re inside, any anger you felt is replaced with sadness, the tears finally spilling over.

You felt helpless, forced to navigate new feelings you didn’t ask for. You groan in frustration, wiping the tears away and walking to your room, you were NOT going to cry over Matt.

That resolution didn’t last very long, though, as soon as you’re in your room you slump onto your bed and the tears continue to flow. You scream into your pillow, letting all your frustrations out. As much as you loved Matt, you hated him for making you feel this way.

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Matt is going through the same emotions; his mind dancing over a fine line of hatred and love for you. He hated how much he loved you. The entire situation in the car earned him a tongue lashing from Nick and he soon realized that whatever he had with Fiona had to end. He couldn’t keep leading her on, because, as much as he hated to admit it, you were right; he didn’t love her.

So, he broke the poor girl’s heart through a text message. He blocked her right after and took a long, cold shower to try and wash away the guilt. Matt tried convincing himself that this was the right thing to do, that he was going to end up winning the girl, his girl.

He twists the knobs of the shower, turning the water off and quickly exiting the tub. He knows what he has to do, and if he’s going to do it, it had to be right now. There was no time to wait. He dresses himself swiftly, throwing on the first outfit he can find before grabbing his car keys and rushing out the door.

Matt feels a surge of adrenaline course through his veins, it was now or never. He drives to your house, running through red lights and stop signs on the way there. He’s throwing the car in park, yanking the keys out of the ignition and throwing his seat belt off as quickly as possible. His legs carry him to your front door at lightning speed, a heavy fist knocking so loud the sound travels through your home.

It startles you from your sleep, causing you to jolt up from your bed and look around the room. Matt is yelling your name at this point, trying his to call you down. “What the fuck?” you croak, grabbing your phone and checking the time. It’s only been two hours since Matt dropped you off, what could he possibly want.

You slip your house shoes on, tired feet trudging downstairs to the front door. You open the door abruptly, still holding some resentment from earlier, “What Matt? What could possibly be so important that you’re banging on my door at midnight.”

Matt clears his throat, ignoring your sour attitude as he prepares to confess to you. “If this is about our fight from earlier, I forgive you. Goodni-“ you continue, but Matt cuts you off.

“Can I speak? Damn.” He waits patiently to see if you’re going to interrupt before continuing, “I broke it off with Fiona.”

You have to physically stop yourself from jumping for joy at the news, instead replying either a snarky remark, “okay, how is this news worth losing sleep over?”

“Just shut up for one second, please,” he shushes you, taking a step into your house. He closes the door behind him, shaky hands find their way to your face. You subconsciously lean into him, relishing in his touch.

“Y/n, I love you. And before you interrupt, just listen,” he begins, holding a stare so intense that it makes your knees wobble. You hum in response, ready to hear everything this man has to say.

He takes a deep breath, “I love you and I’ve loved you from the moment I met you. Everyday I wake up and curse the world for not making you mine. I love everything about you; your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor, your face, everything, Y/n. The moments I spend away from you are painful and the ones I spend with you are the highlights of my life.” Butterflies are fluttering around your stomach, you want to pull him in and kiss him already, but he’s not done.

“I’ve kept this a secret for a long time, mostly because I was afraid of what it would do to our friendship. But I can’t deny it anymore. I. Love. You. The longer I keep it in, the more it hurts,” he pushes his forehead against yours, his wet hair tickling your skin. “When you were with Mike, I wished I was him every day. If I was him, I would have never made you cry. I would have protected and taken care of you- I will protect and take care of you. I’d quite literally do anything for you, Y/n. Anything.”

He inhales deeply again, the anxiety dissipating as he searches your eyes. They’re twinkling, a big smile spread across your face as he continues, “From the way you reacted earlier, I know you feel the same way. Don’t deny it. You love me just as much as I love you. Just…” he finished his statement by fluttering his eyes closed and attaching his lips to yours.

You kiss back, an instant wave of joy washing over you. “I love you, too,” you whisper against his lips, feeling the way his lips curl up into a smile. He knew it, but it felt good to hear you say it. He pulls you in for another kiss, ready to spend the rest of forever with you.

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Under the lights of the Christmas tree, three fifty-somethings bent their grey and red heads deep in conference.

“I’m just saying, he’s Dad’s half-brother.”

Willow shook her head. “No, no, no, he was born of Dad’s soul therefore he’s our half-sibling.”

“Soul, not body- come on Hank, chime in here, surely you have an opinion.”

“I’m withholding judgement until one of you can thoroughly convince me of your position,” Hank said primly.

“Man, being a mafia boss has made you weirdly wishy-washy.”

“For the last time-“

Unnoticed from the doorway, Dipper shifted uncomfortably.

“Mabel, make them stop.”

Sipping from her hot toddy, Mabel just gave Dipper a look, before realizing he was actually serious.

She sighed.

“First off, those are three grown adults in there, with grown children and grandchildren of their own. Your request is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Mabel what they’re talking about is… unseemly.”

“Man, for being a demon, you have a weird stick up your butt about a lot of things.”

“Mabel.”

“Secondly-“ She poked Dipper in the chest.

“One of the best ways to deal with grief is with humor-“

“How is this funny?”

“Dipper, shut up.”

She rarely used that term. Dipper shut up.

“If you can’t find the humor in even the darkest of times, if you can’t relax and let go for twenty five seconds, then you’re going to have a long, hard, miserable eternity.”

Dipper looked stricken, but Mabel let his look wash over her like water off a duck’s back. She reached to the table behind her and grabbed another cup of hot toddy.

“So drink your drink, get goofy and silly, and try to enjoy the moment, you goofus.”

Dipper took a sniff and-

“Did you spike this?”

“Oh absolutely, it’s Christmas after all.”

A wise man once told Dipper that Mabel was, in some ways, the wisest of all of them. Dipper looked at the wise man’s children, happily bickering in the living room, and sipped his toddy.

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 4

Previous Chapter

This story is written in both present and past. Italics is the past and regular font is written in the present

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Chapter four

The plan was working. With Monica tagging along with the three, Jada and Sorai were able to occupy the company of Cameron and his friends. Sorai couldn’t believe it, for the first time she was able to hang out with a boy who reciprocated feelings with her. It was a new feeling, the subtle touching, the flirting, all of it made Sorai’s heart race like crazy.

No matter how many times Joseph made fun of her for her lack of experience, this was exactly what she was waiting for. Cameron kept his arm around her shoulder damn near the whole night, and with Monica keeping Joseph busy, Sorai knew that it was going to be a good night.

And it seemed like the night was only getting better for the two sophomores. It’s been going around that Aaliyah was trying to rally up a group to go upstairs to play seven minutes in heaven. What luck would Sorai have if Cameron gave her, her first kiss tonight. The thought alone sent goosebumps to rise against her skin. And as exciting as that sounded, Sorai was actually panicking. The idea of kissing was exciting, except she’s never kissed anyone before. What if Cameron thought she was bad at it? She doesn’t think she could be able to live with the embarrassment.

"Girl, stop that and pick yourself up! You had your crush in your arms all night and now that you have the chance to kiss him, you’re trying to back out?" Jada questioned when Sorai had managed to pull her away from the group into a quiet hallway.

"Jada, you don’t understand. This could be my only chance to kiss Cameron; what if I’m so bad he decides he wants to stop talking to me? You gotta help me." Sorai pleads, eyes shining with hope at her best friend and Jada lets out a laugh in disbelief.

"Girl, how the fuck am I supposed to help you?" Jada questioned tilting her head to side.

"Teach me how to kiss. Tell me what I’m supposed to do."

"Bitch… I know you fuckin lying." Jada laughed.

Sorai huffed. "I’m serious! Tell me what to do, I know it sounds childish but I really want to enjoy it."

Jada rolled her eyes at her friend’s dramatics. It was not that serious.

“First of all, I can’t teach you how to kiss with words. Secondly, if you really want to enjoy it, you just gotta let it happen. Follow his lead, it’s not rocket science you know?” Jada teased but it didn’t make Sorai feel any better. It wasn’t what she was looking for.

Call her dramatic but she refused to get locked in a closet with the only boy who looked past her ‘brothers’ and stayed with her.

“Easy for you to say, you and almost everyone else already had their first kiss. This could be my only chance to really impress Cameron; Jada please… you gotta help me.”

“Help you with what?” The girls heard behind them and they both froze at Joseph’s voice.

Fuck, how am I supposed to get away with this? Sorai thought to herself as both girls turned to face him.

“It’s nothing Sefa, don’t worry about it.” Sorai tried but he shook his head at her.

“Too late. What do you need help with?” He questioned and when both girls refused to answer, he furrowed his eyebrows with concern. “Someone bothering you or something?”

Jada sighed, rolling her eyes at his concern. “She’s scared to kiss Cameron.” She exposed making Sorai’s eyes widen in horror.

“JADA!” She exclaimed in disbelief. Did she forget who sefa was?

“What? He was gonna tear this whole party apart if he thought someone was bothering you.”

“Telling him I’m scared to kiss Cameron is no better, stupid.” Sorai insults.

Joseph watch the two friends argue about what they should’ve said instead and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Are you guys done?” He questioned after letting them go back and forth for a little bit.

Jada huffed, turning to Joseph. “Can you turn off big brother Joseph and just be our friend right now? She keeps saying this could be her chance but she she’s scarred to kiss him.”

“Good.” He stated nonchalantly; shrugging his shoulders. Sorai being scared meant he wouldn’t have to get out of character to make sure Cameron stays on his best behavior.

Sorai’s frown only deepened at his response. Her friends were literally no fuckin help. “Sefa! You promised you wouldn’t be like this.”

“I’m not doing anything. You being scared is a good thing.”

“I’m only scared because I don’t know how to kiss.” Sorai stated with an attitude, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.

Sefa laughed at her. He genuinely didn’t care about her attitude either. “Okay, so what the fuck do you want me to do about that?”

“Tell Jada to show me!” She argued.

“And why the fuck would I do that?” He questioned.

Sorai continued to pout and Joseph was content with just staring blankly at her. All of this was a confidence problem and Joseph already put in his head that it’s Cameron’s fault that he didn’t reassure her worries. It wasn’t looking out to a good start with him, if Joseph was being honest.

It wasn’t until Sorai’s bottom lip started to quiver that his resolve started to crack. Joseph let out a frustrated huff, finally agreeing to help.

“Fine. Jada go tell Cameron that Sorai will meet him upstairs. You… come with me.” He stated pointing at Sorai but she was Skeptical.

“Where are we going?”

“You want me to help you or not?”

Jada noticed her friends hesitance and pushed her towards Joseph. “Just go with him. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll make sure Cam keeps a seat for you. Now go.”

Sefa took that as his cue to take over, he grabbed Sorai’s hand and pulled her away from the quiet hallway he found her in.

Sorai let her feet just move, following him mindlessly because she was really worried that whatever quick lesson Sefa was going to give her wasn’t going to stick.

Time ticked as if seconds were minutes and minutes were hours. The butterfly feeling in her stomach would not go away and it didn’t help that Sefa didn’t tell her what he had planned.

He had pulled Sorai into a random room and locked the door, turning to face her. “Just breathe Sorai. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Sorai inhaled, and released a shaky breath. “Sorry. It doesn’t help that he’s probably the only guy in school who finds me desirable. I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s not true Sorai. You’re a very pretty girl; a lot of people find you desirable.” He softly stated to her and when she smiled at that, he felt good knowing that he was helping her build her confidence up.

“- Anyways, the key to kissing is to follow the other person’s lead and the slower the better.” Joseph instructed and Sorai nodded her head, letting him know she was listening.

“What if he uses tongue?”

“If he shoves his tongue down your throat, I might actually kill him.” Sefa blankly stated and Sorai let out a small laugh.

He was being serious though.

“Okay. When he kisses you, hand placement is important. On his cheeks or around his neck is fine.”

Sorai stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping her eyes on his face to gauge his reaction. “Like this?”

And he knows she was only trying to make sure she had it right but he couldn’t help the knots he felt in his stomach at her close proximity. A whiff of her Juicy Couture perfume swarmed his senses and its what fueled his next movement.

“Yeah, and if you do that, he’ll hold you like this.” And gripped onto her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The tension in the room had seemed to thicken. What was happening? Sorai was asking herself. The nervous feeling she was feeling got way more intense while she stood in Sefa’s arms.

“And then he’ll kiss me right?” She asked softly and he nodded in response to her question.

“Just follow my lead.”

“You mean his lead?” Sorai tried to correct but Sefa’s lips was already on hers.

Sorai froze.

Sefa is kissing me.

Sefa is kissing me.

Sefa is kissing me.

The thought replayed in her head as she stayed frozen in shock but it didn’t make him pull away. He squeezed her hips and started to move his lips against hers and she started to follow.

She was a little tentative at first, she didn’t know what she was doing but Sefa kept his lips on hers so she did exactly what he instructed. Follow his lead.

Her heart beating out of her chest as their lips locked. She couldn’t believe Sefa was kissing her and she was liking it.

When he pulled away, Sorai was a panting mess. A small smile etched onto his face, because it happened exactly how he imagined it would. He was her first kiss, not Cameron.

“Still nervous?” He questioned, and Sorai shook her head at him.

“No, I think I got it now. But-“ she started but cut herself off, she didn’t know how to ask her question.

Sefa was patient though. “But what?” He asked softly and Sorai leaned closer to him.

“Show me one more time?” She whispered and without any hesitation he kissed her again.

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Sorai had made sure to avoid the samoan family at all cost. She also never jumped at the opportunity to interview the bloodline, she made sure to give those chances to everyone else.

Kayla always asked her why she gave up the interviews with the boys who were proudly walking around stating they were her brothers. And given that Sorai only told Kayla that these men were like her brothers, she didn’t really have an explanation to give her.

Plus, she didn’t really trust Kayla. Couldn’t risk telling her anything because who knows if she would’ve ran and told them.

It may have been childish at her big ass age but who could blame her? And even though Jada helped her keep her distance from the family, she was constantly in her ear about getting ‘closure’ and Sorai was getting tired of it.

“Its only so many times the twins gon take no for an answer Rai. Your lucky they’re only able to catch me when I’m around other people, but let Joe find out my work schedule if he want to, them twins finna be on my ass.”

“What, you gon rat me out cause you think the twins giving you pressure?” Sorai questioned turning her neck sideways at her friend.

The girls were in Sorai’s office having lunch again because she didn’t want to accidentally bump into anybody. She wanted to be cautious, she refused to take any chances running into any of them and she thought that so far she was doing a great job. Until of course Jada, as always, brought her back to reality.

“They’re giving you space but sweetie I think they’re running out of patience. I know what they did hurt you… but I don’t think they know they hurt you.” Its the same song Jada’s been singing for five years now, Sorai was over listening to it. She never really gave Jada the full story anyways.

“Jada, I don’t want to keep talking about this.” She tried to dismiss the conversation once again but Jada wouldn’t let up, she was going to get her best friend to face this as a grown up one way or another.

“Okay. Well what you gon do when they decide to stop playing and take action? What happens when the twins put you in a position where you can’t run and are forced to face them and answer the questions you know they have… then what?” Jada asked and silence took over the room.

Sorai knew Jada was right, but it wasn’t something she was ready to face. Not now. “Jada please, can we talk about something else?”

"Fine, my parents are coming back to the states.” She informed and Sorai’s eyes widened at the news.

“On my gosh really? Are they visiting or are they coming to stay?”

“They’re coming to stay for just a while. I think it’s cause of Jordan’s accident - my mom feels guilty for leaving, thinks if she stayed, she somehow could’ve prevented it from happening or something like that.”

Sorai nodded her head, she could understand that. “How is he by the way? I haven’t had a chance to go see him yet.”

“He’s fine, he’s been around Melina cause she wanna play nurse.” Jada rolled her eyes, “I hate that it took a car accident to make them realize how they feel about each other.”

Sorai shrugged, it was something she could relate to herself. “Sometimes, it takes something traumatic to happen to realize you’re in love with that person.”

Jada scoffed, “No. People know exactly how they feel, whether they decide to repress those feelings or not is up to them. Especially Melina, I’ve watched her and Jordan play best friend for years. Jordan following her like a lost puppy in love but scared to tell her. Imagine if something had happened to Jordan, she would’ve been gutted knowing she love him too and never got the chance to tell him.”

The conversation was triggering Sorai again unbeknownst to Jada, and she knew that eventually she would have to open up and explain to her friend exactly what went down with her and sefa.

“It’s not easy. You remember how long it took me to admit that I was really feeling Chris in College?”

“Sorai you did not like Chris, but whatever you say girl."

That’s fair. Sorai shrugged her shoulders because Jada was right; but that was not the point. "Okay but I thought I liked him and it was hard for me to just come out the blue and tell him. Plus, who walks around telling people they have a crush on them? That’s unrealistic."

Jada rolled her eyes; "Girl please, that’s not unrealistic. Get it off your chest and move on."

Sorai had to laugh at that, Jada was the last person to be saying that bullshit….okay maybe her then Jada. "If that’s the case, go out there and let Tez know you feeling him."

Jada let put a playful groan, "Girlluhh, that`’s different." She tried to defend but Sorai wasn’t going for none of that shit. Jada was spitting nun but bullshit.

Before either girls could speak; a knock came at her door. The person didn’t even wait for an answer, just opened the door and peek his head in. It was Eddie - the backstage producer who showed her around on her first day.

Sorai sent a smile his way, "Hey Eddie, what can I do for you?"

"Paul sent me to get you, we need Kayla elsewhere tonight so we need a journalist for a bloodline segment and they all requested you." Eddie informed.

Sorai froze - No…no…. This could not be happening. "But I thought you had to work over 90s and do a great job at that before we could interview the main event? I’ve only been here two months."

"And you’ve been working hard, give yourself some credit. Plus, Cody requested for Kayla and Joe requested for you so paul thought it checked out. We have about half an hour before they go on so meet us in their locker room to rehearse in 10." And with that he left, unbeknownst to him, leaving the girls in shambles. What the fuck was happening? And what the fuck did he mean they all requested me?

Jada watched her friend in her state of panic and felt her heart sink. Albeit she wasn’t really fully aware of what exactly those boys did to her, she could see that Sorai still carried that pain in her heart.

"You want me to come with you?" She softly asked, wanting to approach the situation as delicately as possible.

Sorai looked at her with widen pleading eyes, "Please, I really can’t go alone right now."

And Jada agreed because she couldn’t just leave her best friend like that. Too bad the boys had other plans in mind and they were all determined to get some answers.

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[nightingale2004]

OK, bridgerton people, I finished up the last season, and I have a LOT to say

First off, I think it's COMPLETELY UNREALISTIC that Daphne and Simon, along with their beautiful children, are not with the other Bridgertons soaking up all this drama and scandals that's been going on in ther family. SERIOUSLY WHAT HAPPENED?! was there a problem with the actors? Or something? Like what happened that made the actors and the children NOT MAKE AN APPEARANCE IN THE SEASON OF BRIDGERTON?!

Secondly, I also find it unrealistic that Anthony and Kate literally missed out ON PENELOPE'S LADY WHISTLEDOWN REVEAL?! LIKE, SERIOUSLY?! I get that Anthony wants to be with Kate and get to know her culture, but Anthony and his amazing Goddess wife Kate have missed out on the biggest reveal and scandal to hit their family! I so badly wanted to know what their reaction was going to be and their thoughts that Anthony's little brother is F*cking married to a gossip writer. Including Benedict.

I need to know! I can literally already imagine both Kate and Anthony reading the letter that Penelope is Whistedown and their reactions (to me) are hilarious 😂

Thirdly, I kind of wanted the secret identity of Lady Whistledown to be a secret a little while longer. Like maybe after Benedicts season. That's just my personal opinion. But I did want the queen to still find out and have Penelope and Charlotte have a private alliance. Penelope still gets to write under the approval of the queen as long as the queen looks at it first and maybe becomes the queens eyes and ears.

Lastly, I would like to acknowledge the haters here who don't like the change of gender of Michael Stirling, aka Michaela Stirling, and are fearing for their lives that Sophie Beckett will become Stephen Beckett.

Firstly, we are not the creators of this fantastic world. OK? The author is, Netflix is making this show into a reality, and those of us that actually like the show are actually OK and loving with how things are going especially the reveal that not just one but THREE bridgerton siblings ARE a part of LGBTQ+ community. Can we all just take a moment and not go backward to the "Annabeth shouldn't be black" incident. I know these two incidents don't relate because one has to do with race and the other has to do with gender but can the haters just stop. I believe the authors and creators of this AMAZING show know what they are doing, and the bridgertons along with Queen Charlotte are one of the few shows I like that haven't been canceled yet. So consider this a freaking win people.

If the creators want to change a few things, then let them change a few things, we are fans, and we have something called fanfics to which we read and write if there's something we don't like or can't live with when it comes to a fandom series. As long as the creators of the show keep giving us our daily dose of drama and do the bridgerton books justice than I for one am going to keep on watching and being invested in this fandom.

And haters one final message to you, if you don't like the shows, THEN STOP WATCHING THE SHOWS!!!!!!!

I have said my peace. And there is plenty more to come

[icarusflewsworld]

Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 24 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

I hope you will enjoy the read at least a little. The chapter wasn't even really good but it's something we have to go through to have two or three incredible chapters (with jealousy and especially real smut!!!!) next week. Friday, January 17th.

Update : 4 chapters on Saturday, January 18th. (Yes I am late again. Yes, it's because I was sick. Yes I always sick please kill me.😭😭😭 I am so sorry, I swear I am doing my best. But I think the chapters will worth it !) Love you ! ❤️‍🩹

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Chapter 24

Azriel was lying on his side on the couch, his legs in a sitting position, his cheek resting on the armrest. His gaze was dull and straight ahead. He felt empty, lifeless. He didn't even have the desire or the courage to breathe anymore.

Cassian was doubled over on the back of the couch. His legs were dangling in the air on the other side of the backrest while his hair fell on the seat next to his brother. His blood was starting to rise to his brain and stagnate in his skull but he didn't care. He was depressed and he didn't even have the courage to sit up anymore. He was hoping to faint so the time would pass faster.

"Mor," Rhysand moaned in his cousin's head for the thirtieth time in a second and for at least the thousandth time in a minute. He lay on the floor on his stomach, his face buried in the fluffy carpet that was under the coffee table. He kept trying to make contact with his cousin but was getting more desperate each time. Mor had sealed off his mind completely, preventing Rhys from being able to speak to him but the high lord kept trying. "Mor, bring her back to me, please."

They had been to the Nightmare Court and back, but that was three days ago. Three days. And since then, they hadn't even been able to catch a glimpse of Luxiana, not even once. Mor had enjoyed what their soulmate had done to her father so much that she had taken her in her arms, told her that they were going to spend the evening together with Amren and teleported her to Velaris, leaving the three Illyrians there, in the middle of the Nightmare Court, without the woman they were in love with.

At first, they had been able to contact Mor to demand that she come back with their soulmate but Rhys' cousin had refused. She had even threatened them by saying that they had no interest in contacting Luxiana directly. She had even put forward unstoppable arguments: firstly, Luxiana would surely get angry that they were preventing her from doing what she wanted and secondly, she would find it strange that they forbade her from spending time with someone else. Or worse, she could think that they did not trust her enough to walk around Velaris without them. 

Mor knew that she had exaggerated a little on that but she really liked Luxiana a lot and, although she had not planned to keep the blonde with her for so long, she had changed her mind when she saw the pitiful state in which it put the three Illyrians. She had to admit that she liked knowing how depressed they were for a woman.

Under Mor's arguments, Rhys, Cass and Az had said or done nothing more the first day. Nor the next day when the corridors of the building began to feel empty from Luxiana's absence and their ears were ringing because of the silence. They had become so used to hearing their soulmate talk and laugh constantly with her usual joy, that not having her near them made them feel like they didn't know what to do with their lives. They simply felt empty.

Azriel had felt jealous, possessive and angry at first but he had ended up missing Luxiana. Of course, he had had the three women followed with his shadows to make sure Mor didn't cross any boundaries with his soulmate and that they didn't get too close but Amren had sensed it and had pushed him away with his power. He had no more news then and he had to restrain himself with all his might from going to get Luxiana himself. He wanted her so much but he wanted her to be happy and he knew that Cassian and Rhys were right in telling him that she had the right to have a life and to bond with other people. But she was his soulmate and he missed her.

Cassian let out yet another sound of frustration. He had been in this position for maybe 3 hours and he felt ready to pass out at any moment. He should move and get up but he didn't have the strength or the desire. Why the hell had he stopped Azriel from going to find their soulmate? He regretted it now. What else was he supposed to do besides listen to his soulmate? What else was he supposed to do besides look at her? He missed her so much.

"Moooooooooor," Rhys cried again in despair but he still didn't get an answer. He wondered if he should contact his soulmate directly but he was afraid to know if Luxiana would let him into her head again or if it had just been a lucky circumstance in the court of nightmare. He wanted to continue to believe that she trusted him enough to let him in every time. But most of all, he didn't want to seem invasive or stop her from doing things. He missed her, he just wanted to spend time with her.

And, the three Illyrians knew that their time was numbered with their little human soul mate.

Suddenly, all three of them stood up, jumping to their feet with haste. Cassian's head spun for a second, but it wasn't his previous position that made him or his brothers go white. They had just felt the city's defenses give way. "Velaris is under attack!" the commander of the armies shouted, throwing himself outside the building as adrenaline and worry pulsed unpleasantly through his veins.

"Luxiana!" Azriel gasped as he threw himself after his brother but with the aim of going to find his soulmate while a ball of anguish exploded in his stomach.

Rhysand followed his brothers but he had already deployed his power everywhere to measure the danger, the number of enemies and especially to force the shields in the minds of Mor and Amren.

"I already told you not to do that!" the brunette growled viciously in her head when she felt Rhys there.

"The city is under attack," Rhysand said in a worried thought to Mor and Amren. "Protect her!" he demanded in a trembling voice, and he didn't even need to specify who he was talking about.

Rhysand flew towards the enemies with Cassian but called out to Azriel with his thoughts who was heading in the opposite direction, towards Luxiana. "She's safe with Amren and Mor!"

Azriel froze in mid-sky, grimacing in worry and doubt. "But she's our soulmate."

"I know," the high lord growled through gritted teeth. He was shaking and was mad with rage and fear. His city was being attacked for the first time in its existence and it was because of him. But most importantly, he was endangering his soulmate. He also wanted to throw himself towards her, find her and wrap his body around her to protect her forever but he had to keep his cool and think calmly. He was the lord of this city. He had not sacrificed himself at the hands of Amarantha for nothing. And most importantly, Luxiana was much safer with Amren than with the three of them. "You will protect her better from there by preventing the enemies from reaching her."

Cassian was already fighting in the sky against monstrous flying creatures resembling the Attor. "Come back, we need warriors here!"

Rhys joins him to fight by his side while at the same time his power was focused on reestablishing the city's defenses to prevent more enemies from entering. "And Amren knows that she better not let anything happen to our soulmate!"

Azriel growled as he took one last look at the neighborhood where Amren's apartment was located and where, therefore, his soulmate was. Where his shadows had found her when he had sent them all over the city to detect her. He cursed before turning around to join his brothers and fight with them. He had to, reluctantly, retract his shadows to focus them on the enemies but it killed him inside not knowing if she was okay. He was so worried, but Rhys was right. Amren knew the stakes and she was the most powerful of them all.

And it was true, Amren and Mor knew that Luxiana was the most important thing for the three brothers, and that what would happen if Luxiana were to be injured would be catastrophic and disastrous for everyone. Their three best friends would be unhappy and above all, they would no longer have a reason to live. 

The brunette, standing in the middle of the street in chaos of her apartment from which all three of them had just left, raised her hand towards the creatures that had managed to get there, to release her power. Dozens of beasts fell to the ground, dead, all around them. Amren glanced at Mor who nodded at her with a smile, still impressed by the power of her friend. Then, in one movement, they pivoted towards Luxiana a few steps behind them to make sure she was okay.

But Luxiana was gone. She was gone. Mor's eyes widened and Amren's breath caught in her throat. They began to spin around, frantically looking at every corner of the street in hopes of finding her but she was nowhere to be found in the chaos of screaming and panicking people around them. They began to run, separating, looking everywhere but they couldn't find her.

“Rhys,” Mor finally called out telepathically, palpitating and panicking. She froze in the middle of an alleyway, still with no sign of Luxiana.

Rhys killed his enemy but froze in mid-air at the sound of his cousin's serious voice in his head. He knew that his two brothers had also heard since waves of anguish, fear and anger that did not belong to him were violently passing through him from side to side, burning him. In any case, since this bond had been born between the three of them, they could hardly hide anything from his brothers. They now almost always heard when someone communicated with him in thought, as if they were one.

"We lost her," Amren said, his voice solemn and heavy with meaning. "We don't know where she is."

"Rhys, I'm sorry, she was right behind us," Mor almost sobbed as she kept looking in all directions to find her. She was worried too. Her three best friends would be so mad at her if something happened to their soulmate and she would be mad at herself too. She really liked the young woman.

The three Illyrians didn't even hear Mor's apology as shocks, fear and anguish struck them, crushing their chests. Their hearts began to beat madly against their ribs, sending blood with such violence in their veins that they could feel them all burning. Their stomachs were compressed into a fist and they held back from shaking as they left their positions and their fights to fly at full speed towards Amren and Mor, where their soul mate had been a few moments ago.

"We trusted you, damn it!" Azriel yelled in the heads of the five. He quickly passed his two brothers, flying faster than them.

"Luxiana!" Rhysand pleaded in his head, deploying his power everywhere to find her without much hope. But to his surprise, he detected her and found her. And - shocking him even more - his soulmate, feeling Rhysand's somewhat abrupt and panicked caress on his mind and on his shield, let him in. He calmed down slightly but was still far too anxious to rejoice in the fact that she still trusted him.

Luxiana winced, a headache taking hold of her as she heard Rhysand scream her name in her head. She dropped the creature whose neck she had just broken to the ground. "Yes?" she answered innocently to Rhys before crouching down in front of a fae and her crying daughter huddled under their market stall. "Are you okay?" she asked them with an empathetic face.

The woman nodded, thanking her several times in her frightened voice. Luxiana smiled reassuringly at her and then looked at the counter above the two faes. The woman had been selling handmade cutlery before the attack. Luxiana then grabbed one of the silver butter knives that had a handle made of several intertwined slices of metal. The blade looked sharp. At least sharp enough for Luxiana. "Can I borrow this?" She had to have a weapon to fight with. The woman nodded again in panic so Luxiana didn't waste any time.

She got up to run towards a tiny alley between two shops while killing the creatures in her path.

The three Illyrians froze in mid-sky in their flights as they heard their soulmate answer them. She was answering and she wasn't calling for help. So she was fine. They were slowly calming down, and although the anxiety was gradually replaced by anger and confusion, they were still worried about not knowing where she was. "Where the hell are you?" Cassian asked first as he and his brothers scanned the streets below them.

Luxiana jumped on one of the walls to bounce on the other opposite and climb up to the roof of the store where she gained momentum to run and launch herself onto the back of a creature. The beast began to climb with all its strength into the sky as it felt Luxiana wrap her arms around its neck.

He tried to turn around in the blonde's hold to hurt her with his long claws but she stuck the butter knife in his throat, right on his artery. His blood spurted into the void below them as the enemy let out a muffled scream, his wings stopping beating.

Luxiana propelled herself away from him to drop into the air alone. As she fell, scanning the flying creatures below her to try to select one she could land on, she saw the three Illyrians a few meters below her. She grimaced, it was going to be hard to explain this. "Above," she finally answered them.

The three males frowned as they heard her. They gave each other a quick confused look before looking up. Their eyelids widened, their hearts skipped a beat and their breaths caught. They tensed up with all their muscles, ready to rush towards their wife when they saw her fall from the sky. They threw themselves towards her but flinched in surprise when Luxiana landed head-on on a creature to stab it several times in the back.

The beast collapsed into the void to die as their soulmate used it to propel herself towards another enemy. As she was free falling again, her arms glued to her body to go faster, Azriel hit her from the side to grab her and pin her to his chest.

Rhysand and Cassian couldn't even relax seeing her in Azriel's arms because they were so tense. And Azriel only got a little relief when he felt her sticking to him because he was so angry.

They flew to the ground where all three of them landed savagely. Luxiana also put her feet on the ground to get away from Azriel, looking at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"What are YOU doing??" Rhysand yelled at her, looking just as confused and shocked as she was.

Luxiana frowned as she narrowed her eyes. Wasn't it obvious what she was doing? "I'm playing cards," she mocked in a pretentious tone. "What do you think I am doing?? I'm killing these creatures to protect the people of this city. Isn’t that what you should be doing too? What are you waiting for?"

Azriel gritted his teeth and closed his eyes at her condescending tone but said nothing else as he glared at her with a dark look that already said a lot.

Rhysand was breathing hard and the unpleasant burning in his stomach irritated him. He knew better than anyone that his city was under attack and he would gladly protect it if his soulmate didn't do as she pleased. He couldn't resign himself to leaving her alone in danger anyway. She was so much more important than the rest. So much.

Cassian's mouth fell open, not believing what he was hearing. "Are you saying you were up there jumping from monster to monster of your own free will?" He was so worried, damn it, he never was. He wanted to tell her she was completely crazy but bit back his words. She was crazy and he should have known she'd start jumping from creature to creature to kill them. How the fuck could even a little human do that?

"You can't put yourself in danger like that, so stupidly!" Azriel yelled, his voice hissing with anger.

Luxiana rolled her eyes, clenching her jaw in turn. The blonde glanced around them and grimaced. Chaos reigned around them. Fearful screams and sounds of creatures echoed between the city walls as people ran everywhere and as buildings were destroyed. There was no time to waste. She raised her irises above their heads and smirked before looking seriously into Rhys's eyes. "You didn't sacrifice yourself for this city, for it to end up like this today."

The three Illyrians jerked their heads back at hr words. They couldn't react or think of anything as Luxiana rushed to one of the houses a few steps away from them, jump, lean on the window sill and propel herself upwards. She grabbed onto one of the creatures that was passing by and flying low in the street.

Azriel spat out a curse, Cassian gasped in surprise and Rhysand jumped. They launched themselves in pursuit of their soulmate to follow her from the ground, running, the beast not wanting to fly high. They were still going to fly to retrieve Luxiana but she acted well before.

As the creature wanted to claw her, she cut the two tendons of its wrists with a quick movement to prevent it and immobilize its hands. She then stabbed him in the heart to kill it. The creature, no longer able to fly, was going to crash to the ground while Luxiana was still hanging on to his torso with one hand. She let herself fall to land on the ground and roll on the paving stones of the street. She landed, one knee on the ground, stabilized with one hand and the other in the air behind her. She suddenly raised her head, making her hair fly with her.

The three males stopped in front of her. Looking at her with even more surprise look. She had landed skillfully, like a professional, and had cut the monster's tendons with surgical precision.

Cassian's mouth dropped open, his heart dancing in his chest. "That was fucking hot."

"What the..." Rhysand was about to ask but he was interrupted by Luxiana who stood up to place her hands on his chest and push him towards two creatures who were going to attack a fae. "We'll see about that later, we're fighting!"

She threw her knife with such force and precision that it stuck right between the two eyes of one of the enemies while Azriel melted into the shadows to appear behind the second and slit his throat. Luxiana was going to move towards her knife to retrieve it but Rhysand grabbed her by the arm to give her a disapproving look.

Cassian then grabbed the butter knife with his fingertips to remove it from the beast's skull and to bring it in front of his nose with eyes still wide but this time in admiration. He pointed it at the master spy who only gave him a disapproving look. Was it only him who was impressed that she had done all that with a butter knife?

"I can fight!" she assured Rhysand, who was still clutching her arm. "I promise. I'll tell you why, but I can fight, Rhys."

Rhysand could see the sincerity in her eyes. He was so worried, but damn, she had just thrown a butter knife and managed to plant it right in the middle of someone's head. It took a level of strength and experience to be able to do that. He didn't know how she had learned to fight like that and he was going to get it out of her but they needed everyone to fight. He finally nodded and let her go. He would be able to protect her better and stop her from doing stupid things if she was next to him.

Luxiana took a step back and was about to turn around to go fight but Azriel grabbed her possessively by the throat to pull her towards him while he only glared at Rhysand with his pupils. "No fucking chance. She's human, she's fragile!"

Luxiana smirked, trying not to appear distracted by the tickling sensations in her lower abdomen caused by Azriel's firm grip on her throat. "Am I?" she asked cryptically.

The Illyrian with the blue siphons gave her a sideways glance, unable to hide his anger or weariness. "Yes, you are fragile." He moved closer to her, almost pressing his face to hers. "And you are so precious. There is no risk in me leaving you here, it is too dangerous." He turned back to Rhys. "A simple scratch could kill her, Rhys."

Luxiana, although completely turned around by the fae's words, let out a growl of frustration as she roughly pushed Azriel's hand away from her neck. Anger was beginning to vibrate in her chest. She liked him but he was starting to piss her off by forbidding her to fight when she could surely save more people than him. Her gaze burned with anger. "Well deal with it because there's no fucking way I'm going to stay here and do nothing."

She turned to leave but Azriel grabbed her by the forearm. She didn't even have time to turn around before he deployed his power to teleport them both.

Luxiana gasped as she was surrounded by shadows for a second before landing in an entirely different place. A small, dingy, damp, and cold room with porous gray stone walls and a concrete floor of the same color but stained with blood. In the place, there was only one single iron chair with metal chains attached to it and hanging heavily from it. A wooden door with a square of bars at face height told her where she was now. It was a cell. Azriel had just teleported her into a cell.

Her eyes widened. What the hell was going on? She turned around to face Azriel to look at him in shock but he let go of her to deploy his power on her. The shadowsinger's shadows wrapped around the blonde and pulled her back to force her to sit on the chair.

Luxiana cried out in surprise as she felt herself being forced to sit up. She didn't struggle or even tense up. He wasn't a threat. This prison wasn't a threat. The shadows held her too tightly anyway. She couldn't move as they kept her pinned to the backrest. They moved to grab the metal chains and to tie them around Luxiana's torso, around her ankles to the chair legs, and around her wrists to the armrests.

The blonde's breathing was fast and hurried. She was completely turned on by this situation. This was new. She threw a look filled with confusion at the Illyrian. "Az," she breathed, swallowing hard. "What are you doing?"

Azriel felt himself faint from the inside and doubt for a few seconds seeing the fear in his soulmate's eyes. Besides, it was the first time she called him that. She might consider herself closer to him and maybe after this, she would hate him again, but he simply couldn't risk seeing her hurt. He preferred that she hate him but at least be healthy. "You're the one forcing me to do this."

As his shadows finished tying Luxiana to the chair, Azriel didn't decide to retrieve them to let them tighten around her in order to make sure she didn't move. Well, Luxiana certainly couldn't escape from the unbreakable chains that usually held the most powerful and ferocious prisoners. No, his shadows weren't there to hold her back but to protect her if anyone other than him entered this room. He turned around and was about to leave the room but he froze when he heard Luxiana laugh.

It wasn’t a bad laugh, or a mean one, or an ironic one. It was a soft, happy laugh. Azriel glanced back over his shoulder and fainted again when he saw her looking at him with a tender gaze. “Do you think this will hold me back?” she asked, pointing with her chin at his restraints. “You’re so cute.”

Azriel narrowed his eyes for a second, doubt settling into his body but reason calmed him. There was no way she could escape the hold of her shadows and if she did, she wouldn't be able to break free of these chains. And even if she did, the cell's magical barrier would prevent her from getting out. This place was an infallible prison but it was also therefore the safest place for her.

Azriel didn't answer and left the cell, closing the door behind him and activating the magic barrier. Then he teleported back to his brothers who - knowing what he had just done - gave him a jaded look. "She's safe there at least," he assured them.

Cassian huffed, nodding. "He's not wrong, he's not wrong." Then they went back to the fight, protecting the city as best they could.

But Luxiana had already escaped. She stood in the middle of the city and spun around, grimacing in sadness as she watched the city being destroyed. She couldn't let this happen. Too bad for her. Too bad for what would happen to her.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She began to recite a formula of strange words. Words in an ancient language. Very ancient. A language long dead. A language spoken long before magic was born.

The particles of magic in the world around her began to vibrate and react. Their master was calling to them. They were all migrating towards Luxiana to enter her body and invade her in a flood of power that consumed every single muscle in her body.

When she opened her eyes again, a wave of magic escaped from her violently, sending people and objects flying around her and destroying the paving stones she was on by creating a crater. The people who were running to escape the creatures, feeling an extraordinary, dangerous, deadly and cold power emanating from Luxiana, began to run in the other direction towards the enemies who were attacking them. Because after all, the threat was much more present in the young woman whose aura she transmitted promised only violence and pain.

With one blow, the blonde released the force that now inhabited her to throw it at the creatures that were attacking the city and who then all began to explode at the same time in a firework of decomposed flesh, skin and blood that began to rain down on the city.

A rain of blood fell on Luxiana, wetting her skin and hair with a red color. With great difficulty and as her entire body began to burn, she pronounced another word in this dead language allowing her to make the power that possesses her disappear and even to extinguish it completely.

She fainted under the sudden contrast of the magic leaving her body as she took a few steps back. She pulled herself out of the crater she had just created and then she focused on her breathing to calm the pain and hold it back a little. She began to spin around, admiring the carnage of flesh and blood that now surrounded her.

But she froze, staring straight into Amren's gaze, who was standing a few meters away from her and who had witnessed the whole scene. Luxiana's expression became serious while Amren's expression was filled with fear. The brunette was breathing hard, her eyes wide and her teeth clenched.

The brunette had known from the beginning, from her meeting with Luxiana, that something was wrong with her. That the blonde was hiding something. But Amren had no idea that was it. And the more she stared at Luxiana, the more she understood everything. The dots aligned in her head and she got even more white.

The three Illyrians were in shock. Their enemies had just imploded. There were no creatures left alive. All three of them had felt the huge, creepy, evil source of power that had exploded in the middle of the city. They looked at each other and in silent agreement, headed towards the place where this terrifying power came from.

Luxiana, sensing them arriving, turned her gaze towards them who were flying through the air at full speed in her direction. She turned her pleading and frightened pupils to Amren. "Please, don't tell them. I'll explain everything to you but don't tell them." She liked them and she didn't want them to want to kill her or worse, to be afraid of her.

Amren was destabilized for a second by the sensitivity in Luxiana's gaze. How could such a powerful being seem so fragile? But she understood things a little more with each passing second.

The three Illyrians were paralyzed in mid-flight when they saw a mass of braided white hair in the middle of a nameless chaos, of bodies, blood and destroyed buildings. They could recognize this silhouette and this hair among a thousand. It was their soul mate.

Azriel almost jumped, his eyes widening as the other two gave him expressions of confusion. "You didn't lock him in a cell?" Cassian gasped in shock.

The spymaster didn't answer. Yes, he had locked her in a cell where only he, Rhysand and Cassian could enter and exit. How had she managed to escape? He couldn't believe his eyes. He rushed towards her and his two brothers followed him.

They landed abruptly in front of her. Cassian grabbed Luxiana by the shoulders to put her in front of him and looked her up and down in panic. "Are you hurt?" he asked as a ball of anxiety grew heavier in his stomach at the sight of her covered in blood.

Luxiana just shook her head. He was so cute and kind. She didn't want to lose them.

Azriel took Cassian's place, pushing him by the shoulder to grab the blonde by the arms in turn. "What happened?? How did you get here?"

Luxiana couldn’t even regain her confidence or give him a smile. She was far too worried. Amren shouldn’t say anything. She’ll tell them, of course, but not right away. Or maybe she wouldn’t tell them after all. She just shrugged. “I told you it wouldn’t hold me back.”

Azriel, Cassian, and Rhysand stared at her in surprise, their breaths caught. “You escaped from our prison?” the lord bellowed. “How?”

Luxiana could let out a slight smirk at their expression of pure astonishment but couldn't answer. She didn't want to tell them but she had to give some explanations. She threw a look filled with terror at Amren, who still hadn't moved. She almost begged the brunette not to tell anything. She really liked them and she didn't want them to start hating her.

The three males, noticing his confusion and intercepting his gaze, followed it with a frown. Why was their soulmate afraid of Amren?

Rhysand glanced at the crater beside them and then at the bits of flesh of the creatures scattered everywhere around them. Luxiana must have witnessed the brunette's unleashing of power and must have been scared but since when had Amren been this powerful? He frowned even more towards her. "Did you do this?"

Amren glanced at Luxiana who lowered her head. After a second, she raised it with a sad and guilty look. The blonde opened her mouth to speak, to confess but Amren cut her off. “Yes, it’s me.” She regained her composure by adopting her usual haughty expression.

Luxiana looked at her in surprise at first before her eyes began to shine with relief and thanks. Amren had just obtained his eternal gratitude. But Amren hadn't done it for that. Amren had understood that it was not better to have Luxiana as an enemy. And yet, the fear and sincerity that reigned in the blonde's gaze still said a lot about the kind of person the blonde was and what she felt for the three Illyrians. Amren couldn't ruin everything.

And then, despite herself, Amren had ended up appreciating Luxiana. And she now even considered her after that moment, with respect and admiration.

"Since when are you able to deploy so much of... evil magic?" Rhysand asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes.

Amren looked at him nonchalantly. "Do I ask you questions?" Then she turned to leave.

Luxiana jumped. This was her chance to get away from the three Illyrians. She started running after the brunette with an expression filled with doubt and uncertainty. "Uh, I...I'm going with her. We're going to find Mor!"

"What?" Azriel exclaimed, trying to catch up with her. "No! You owe us an explanation!"

But Rhysand grabbed his arm to hold him back. “We have things to do,” he gestured at the city in chaos around them. “We’ll talk to her later.”

Luxiana had heard and she grimaced. She didn't want to tell them about it but she would be able to take some time to think about it because she knew she wouldn't see them before tomorrow. Because tonight, she would have to pay the price for what she had just done.

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The devil appeared to three Pastors and said to them: "If I gave you the power to change something in the past, what would you change?"

The first of them, with great apostolic fervor, replied: "I would like to prevent you from leading Adam and Eve to sin, so that humanity does not separate from God."

The second, a man full of mercy, said to him: "I will prevent you from straying from God and condemning you forever."

The third of them was the simplest and instead of answering the tempter, he knelt down, bowed his head and prayed: "Lord, deliver me from the temptation of what might have been and what was not."

The devil fled immediately.

The other two were surprised and said to him: "Brother, why did you react like this?"

And he answered them: “First, we should never talk to the enemy.”

“Secondly, no one in the world has the power to change the past.”

“Third: Satan’s interest was not to prove our virtue, but to trap us in the past, so that we neglect the present, the only time God gives us His grace and we can cooperate with Him to fulfill His will.”

Of all of the enemy's traps, the one that most holds men back and prevents them from being happy is “what could have been and was not.” The past is left to the mercy of God and the future to His providence. Only the present is in our hands. Live today loving God with all your heart.

[drakaripykiros130ac]

Fact: Rhaenyra had the strength to confront the patriarchy and Alicent hated her for it

Westeros has been a misogynistic Realm for hundreds of years and that doesn’t really change in the ASOIAF universe. However, women with certain privileges still have the opportunity to make something out of their lives. Some women choose to show strength and rise above the restrictions imposed on them by men, and others choose to remain meek and follow them obediently. These two types of women are perfectly represented by Rhaenyra and Alicent.

Neither one of these two choices are fully right or fully wrong. It depends on how you look at it. And this is not a simple classification of rebel and obedient women. However, what I find important is that once a decision is made, you stick to it without protest. That is exactly what Rhaenyra did…and exactly what Alicent did not do!

I am beyond tired of Alicent being victimized by her stans.

We have heard the story of her youth one too many times. Her father forced her bla bla bla. She didn’t want this bla bla bla.

Rhaenyra suffered a lot in her youth as well. More so than Alicent. I don’t hear people talking about how the burden of the crown Rhaenyra didn’t initially want was put on her shoulders, how she had to lose her mother because her father pushed her to have a son, how she was constantly undermined by men during Council meetings although she had been named heir, how certain men were whispering and plotting behind her back to support her half-brother, how she was humiliated when her father had secretly been seeing her handmaid behind her back and then spontaneously announced their engagement, or how her so-called best friend didn’t even have the decency to tell her beforehand that she was sneaking into her father’s chambers. And let’s not forget about how she was forced to marry a gay man, and at the same time, forced to produce heirs.

No. All I hear is poor poor Alicent.

There comes a time when that young girl becomes a woman. And as a woman, you have to make a decision and stick to it.

Rhaenyra made her decision. She chose to do her duty to her House and fulfill the Conqueror’s prophecy but she also chose to be happy. She had the children she was denied by her gay husband to show the world she was not barren and perfectly able to produce future heirs. She did not let a forced marriage to a man who could not reproduce stop her.

After managing to rid herself of the unwanted union, she chose a husband she loved, and had children with him as well. And she did so without anyone’s approval, regardless of any consequences she might have to face.

She created her own little family and was happy. She deserved it.

At the same time, she demonstrated her capability by successfully ruling Dragonstone for many years.

Alicent on the other hand, chose differently. She also chose duty, like Rhaenyra, and had the heirs expected of her (much easier for her since her husband was not gay), but she denied herself happiness and chose to serve the men in her life and do their bidding.

That is how she ends up like this:

And this:

They’re not pretty pictures.

But ultimately, these are the consequences of her own choices. She and her stans constantly complain that Rhaenyra did what she wanted because she was privileged.

First of all, Rhaenyra hardly did what she wanted. Do you think her dream was to be married to a gay man and forced to reproduce with another? She loves her first three sons, but if she had the choice, you think she would have wanted to have them? She didn’t want to give birth (she was afraid because her own mother died of childbirth), and she most certainly wouldn’t have wanted children who are not her husband’s.

Secondly, Alicent was given privileges as soon as she was married to the King. She went from being the princess’ handmaid to the Queen. It is not Rhaenyra’s fault that Alicent didn’t know how to use her position in order to make a good life for herself. Life is not fair. Some people are born with everything. Others are born with nothing. It is up to you to take advantage of what you do have in order to make your life better.

Alicent had her chance to make her life better, and she wasted it. Not only was she the queen, but she had a husband who indulged her. She wanted to wear green dresses (a symbol of war), she got it. She wanted a murderer to be named as her sworn shield, Viserys accepted it. She didn’t want Helaena married to Jacaerys although her husband did, Viserys indulged her. She wanted to marry Helaena to Aegon, she got it. She wanted her father to return as Hand, Viserys accepted it. She wanted to be on the Small Council, Viserys allowed her. She had PLENTY of privileges.

Yet, despite all that, we still see her do her father’s bidding and live her life in sorrow. She could have dismissed her father, she could have dismissed Larys, she could have insisted to Viserys that he spend time with his other children, she could have taken a lover (why not? Viserys was pretty old. He wouldn’t have noticed it. And even if people whispered to him, he wouldn’t have believed them. She could have even taken Crispin to bed. Obsessing about and sleeping with high ranking women got him promoted after all). She did nothing. Alright, she made a decision. But she wasn’t happy with it, and the clear indication of that is her constant obsession with Rhaenyra and the life she created for herself. Alicent, in a fit of rage that Rhaenyra did what she never dared to, constantly obsessed about her, tried to undermine her and created trouble for her and the entire family, out of pure jealousy. She instilled hatred in her children and created division lines in the family. All her anger was revealed when she attacked Rhaenyra in episode 7. But she directed it at the wrong person. Or one would argue that she wasn’t in the right to direct it at anyone. She made choices - choices which cost her.

Rhaenyra made her own choices and she had to suffer plenty of consequences herself. The life she chose for herself was nobody’s business but her own, however.

All in all, the fact that Alicent wasn’t smart enough to take advantage of her position and privileges in order to be happy isn’t Rhaenyra’s fault. She made a decision, and then was upset with the outcome. She wanted to be pious and do what she perceived was the right thing? Good for her. Pretty debatable concerning what the “right thing” was, but alright. She did what the men in her life expected her to do. It was her choice, but she never owned up to it. And because of that, she ends up losing everything. Her very actions cost her what she feared most: the lives of all her family members.

Rhaenyra had happiness and love in her life, despite all her struggles. She had that because she made it so. And despite her own outcome, her bloodline continued on the Iron Throne. Her cause eliminated the usurper and any chance for a traitorous and opportunistic House to take power for themselves. Her sons by Daemon end up on the throne and the Conqueror’s prophesy is fulfilled through her line. Rhaenyra basically became a martyr in death, which led her armies to victory. Everything she did was worth it. Can we say the same about Alicent?

Alicent refused happiness and blamed Rhaenyra for her own inability to rise above her designated station. And despite all her “sacrifices”, she lost everything. She never knew the love of a man, she never felt true happiness, she had the soul of a bitter old woman in a young body, she never knew any carnal pleasures, she went insane, she lost her children, and her bloodline ended - and she lived long enough to see it happen, before dying from a fever. The life she chose for herself was full of misery, deception, jealousy and cruelty. And absolutely nothing came of it.

That is why I am proud to be a supporter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen 🖤. She is not perfect, but she is a true inspiration and I will always defend her, and her children.

[pinkcreamypeach]

Teehee Mareach and Luaisy fan children

(Didn't feel like drawing so used picrew for these + why they're POC? Because I made princess peach, Daisy and most of the Mario characters POC for my Au. Gave Daisy a last name too, Daisy Azalea)

1. Peonia Pera L’Albicocca Toadstool (18 years old)

2. Molise Giacinta Toadstool (11 years old)

3. Lusia Tuscany Azalea (18 years old)

Have info for these three if y'all wanna read.

Firstly Peonia

Peonia, the elder daughter of Mario and Peach, is a strong-willed and independent young lady who is passionate about racing and competes in roller shaking competitions. Despite her sweet demeanor, she can be quite sassy and stubborn, especially when it comes to protecting her cousin and brother. Despite her love for girly things and her admiration of vintage fashion and makeup, Peonia is also an adrenaline junkie and loves high-risk taking. She is a champion roller shaker and often hangs out with a group of friends at her school, some of whom are gyaru girls.Peonia's physique takes after her mother's side of the family, giving her a thicker body structure, and she was bullied for her Italian accent as a child. Despite this, she has embraced her curly hair as well as the tooth gap that she is self-conscious about. She is a fan of horror shows and movies, especially those that involve horror romance and found family storylines. Peonia's favorite dessert is strawberry shortcake, and she enjoys watching magical girl shows in her spare time. She loves to playfully embarrass her siblings, especially her baby brother, and is fiercely protective of them.

Secondly Molise

Molise, the baby brother of Mario and Peach, is a child.At times, he can be a bit of a brat and wants to take control of situations, leading to him being quite bossy. However, he means well and is genuinely naive and smart even despite his young age. Despite his occasional bratty behavior, he has a kind heart and cares deeply for his family and friends.Molise shares some of his mother's traits, such as his pointy ears, and blonde hair. He's a bit of a neat freak and prefers to wear protective gear whenever he plays outside, so his clothes remain clean and dry. He has a blunt and honest personality. Also prone to being quite clingy and a bit spoiled at times. He also likes to keep himself entertained by watching cartoons and cheesy TV shows from the 90s and early 2000s, and playing card games. However, he's not a fan of horror movies, and in fact, he hates being scared or feeling spooked in any way.He is quite picky and tends to stick to the foods he likes. His favorite snacks include cookies, and he loves sharing Cassata ice-cream cake with his family. He's also not a fan of fart jokes or gross humor, finding them to be immature and childish.

Thirdly Lusia

Lusia, the only child of Daisy and Luigi, is an avid sports enthusiast and lover of literature. She shares some of her mother's fiery determination but is also known for her nervous nature, something she inherits from her father. Despite being a bit self-conscious about her appearance at times, Lusia finds solace in the fact that she has a sassy cousin in Peonia who helps boost her self-esteem.Lusia is particularly passionate about baseball and archery, two activities that she enjoys thoroughly. Though she loves sports and reading, she can sometimes overwork herself and is guilty of comparing herself to others, especially with respect to her body type. Lusia is a lean and athletic woman, stands 5’8ft tall and wears braces thanks to a childhood habit of eating metal. She has sharp fangs, and also has freckles with light black spots due to acne. Her favorite outfits are sporty ones and hates wearing dull and boring clothes but on weekends she prefers comfort and rides her skateboard while sipping her ice slushie. Lusia strives to live a comfortable and relaxing life, but sometimes she just can't control the urge to be active and adventurous.

@bberetd @maceincognito @house-of-xiii @magnas27 @peaches2217 @awesomewolf27

[chronicallyill-nephilim]

Parallel Dimensions #2

Clone Dipper, cause we all love the clones, long live the clones.

Really, I mean it, because this is the dimension where a clone survives, not Dipper.

So for set up to this timeline, we and our dimension Dipper know that things got out of hand very quickly. Dipper made to many copies of himself and the clones ended up revolting against the original Dipper all wanting their turn to be the real Dipper with Wendy. They tried locking the original in the closest (cause it's a kid show and murder can't always be the first option).

However, where the dimensions differ, "classic" Dipper doesn't realize he can use soda or water against the clones fast enough, and with all of them teamed up against him, they over power him and kill the original.

This leads to them turning on each other because they're all smart enough to know there can only be one Dipper. Dipper 2 (Tyrone) ends up figuring out the soda thing the fastest and he becomes the last Dipper standing.

Dipper 2 (Tyrone)

Reminder, no one else in the shack knew about what Dipper was doing, not even Mabel knew he was cloning himself because unlike other episodes he doesn't need to recruit her for help because he had his clones there to help him and by the time they turned on him and each other it was to late to alert her or anyone else.

Tyrone has to rejoin the family without anyone else knowing anything happened, but he has two very heavy things on his shoulders.

He's not the real Dipper, that Dipper, the one Mabel and everyone else in the shack knew and loved was dead. He was Dipper enough to know they'd never see him as Dipper if he told them, all Mabel would see when she looked at him was the clone that killed her brother. She would never see he still was a part of her brother, or that he still loved her like a sister. He can never tell them.

Secondly, he would have a deathly fear of water and any liquid. Something his family would see as a random and irrational new thing and something he'd be ruthlessly teased for. None-the-less he'd still be afraid because he knows it could kill him.

He also doesn't age, he's just a paper copy of Dipper when he was twelve, so he can't grow up. For the summer it's fine cause neither of them look very different by the end of it, he could even get away with it for another year- late bloomer and all -but two years? three? There's no good explanations to that.

The Beacon

By the time Bill creates the Book of Bill Tyrone has been living in extreme isolation for almost a decade. After Weirdmaggon started and he couldn't hid the truth any longer he had no other choose than to go into hiding, terrified of everything because the world was upside down and literal bubbles of water just floated through the air like giant pockets of death.

His dimension is one of the first the Theraprism sends Bill and Dipper to to fix, because I don't think there's a lot for Bill to learn here but more healing for Dipper to do. Getting to have another conversation with Tyrone like the one he and his Tyrone had on the roof at the end of the night. Bill mainly being around for comic relief this ep.