#i hope you like this little something anto <3

[hokusu]

✩ Bakugou Katuski + For Anto @aslaanjade ✩

[i9messi]

request for Pablo Gavi x Messi daughter reader! I think it would be cool to see Gavi meeting the family or any ideas are amazing as well, please take your time don’t rush thru it love your work your doing amazing have a wonderful day,afternoon, night <3🫶

Messi's daughter — Pablo Gavi

Word count — 1,1k

gavi's masterlist

"Relax, it’s not a big deal." You tried to calm your boyfriend, who was totally scared to meet your dad.

And the truth was, in a certain way, you understood him. Your dad wasn’t just a normal guy, just like he wasn’t any normal football player. He was Lionel Andrés Messi, also known as the goat. The greatest of all times. Gavi was totally nervous to meet him in person, especially when you were his idol’s daughter.

He was really nervous about a lot of things, like for example, Lionel thinking that he wasn’t enough for you, or that he would give him a bad impression. Gavi loved you and was totally convinced that you were his favorite person and that he wanted to be with you all his life. Still, he felt insecure about meeting him and being judged by nothing else than Messi.

"It's a big deal. It’s Lionel Messi, I have admired him since I'm a kid."

"Yeah, he’s also my dad and he’s an ordinary human being. Vamos."

You had taken advantage of those days off that Gavi and you had to go to Paris, where your dad and your family were staying, due to Messi's career in the PSG. You haven't seen your family in the last months, since you were attending university in Barcelona and it was difficult to keep in touch. You missed your family, your dad, your mom and your brothers. You missed drinking mate and eating asado, things that were a tradition in your family.

You heard music as soon as you entered the house and you followed the sounds. You found your mom, Antonela, sitting on the couch in the living room. The two hugged instantly, releasing small screams and almost yelling how much you had missed each other. She began to look at you from top to bottom, saying that you had grown a lot in that time you had been in Spain. Once she finished paying attention to you and your changes, she looked at Gavi.

The boy was so still that he didn’t seem to be breathing. Pablo was nervous, so much that it made you laugh. You approached him and held his hand, inviting him closer.

"This is my boyfriend, Pablo Gavi."

"Nice to meet you, Gavi." With the kindness that characterized her, Anto approached the football player and shared a hug with him, "Want to eat something? I prepared a little of everything."

Gavi was already embarrassed and shook his head saying no. "Nice to meet you too. I thank you, I already ate."

"He’s a liar, he didn’t eat anything but he’s embarrassed to say yes." You explained and Gavi looked at you with the same look on his face when he didn’t like something. It was his typical face during a bad match. You let out another laugh.

"There’s no need to be ashamed, Gavi. You’re part of the family now." Your mother said, smiling at him.

"Where’s papá?" you wonder.

When it seemed that Gavi was feeling more comfortable, that question made him stand straight again. Your mom told you he was in the backyard and you walked with your boyfriend. Gavi’s hand was sweating a little and he looked more nervous than at any awards ceremony.

"Everything’s gonna be okay, amor."

"I hope so."

You met your dad who was playing football in the backyard with your three brothers. The kids practically ran into your arms when they noticed you, screaming your name. You let go of your boyfriend’s hand for a moment and hugged the kids. That was the moment Leo Messi approached Gavi. The Barça player hardly breathed and when Leo smiled at him, things improved for him. It was a nice start.

"Hi, I’m Leo."

As if half the world didn’t know his name already, you rolled your eyes and looked at your brothers, who asked you a lot of questions.

"Who is that boy?" asked Ciro, the youngest, pointing innocently to Gavi.

"He’s my boyfriend, Pablo. I told you about him."

"I don’t want you to have a boyfriend." the kid simply said.

You smiled, "Why? I love him and he loves me."

None of your brothers seemed convinced that their older sister had a boyfriend but they didn't say anything else. You paid attention again to the conversation between your dad and Gavi, seeing that the brunette was almost pale.

"I'm Pablo, señor Messi"

"Don't call me like that, call me Leo. You want unos mates?" Lionel smiled at your boyfriend, pointing to the argentinian infused drink, which consisted of yerba mate mixed with hot water.

"Yes, of course. I'm a big fan of you, Leo."

Gavi was completely excited now, like a little boy who met his idol in person and wanted to enjoy every second of that meeting. You came to hug your dad, who took you in his arms. You spoke a little with him, introducing Pablo to the conversation, so he could talk a little and the two men would get along. After all, they ended up talking about the World Cup, Barça and football. You saw your boyfriend smile when Messi asked if he wanted to play football with him and his sons. Since they needed another player, you offered to play with them.

You were teaming up with your boyfriend and the oldest of your brothers, Thiago. While Messi was playing with his other two children. Since you knew that both your dad and Gavi were a little rough playing, you decided to be the goalkeeper. Almost forty minutes later, Leo Messi was winning the game, along with your little brothers. You had not been able to catch any of the goals that your dad had made and it was no surprise, but at least you had caught one of your brothers' try of goal.

You apologized to go drink some water and one of your brothers took your place. You sat on the floor and started drinking your water bottle alone. Once the men finished playing ball, they talked a little longer and your boyfriend came over and also sat on the floor, next to you. Gavi was a little sweaty.

"See? It wasn’t a big deal, my dad is a normal human being." you joked, knowing in advance that Pablo was fascinated with Messi.

"I played football with Messi, I am completely satisfied for life."

"I'ma little bit jealous, you know?"

He looked at you, "I love you but you know, he is Messi."

"Bobo."

He kissed you and you smiled. Lucky him and lucky you, your family adored Pablo.

[footballffbarbiex]

May Early Access updates

I think I’ll post little snippets again for you, so that you know what’s coming your way if you’re not a patron. I love sharing teasers and seeing excitement :)

All These Things That I’ve Thought - Roman Burki. Smut - coming here: June

A Little Warmth - Marco Rose. Period fluff - coming here: June

Kinktober: Cam girl - Mason Mount. Smut - coming here: June

The Vow. Chapter 3 - Oscar Mingueza  - coming here: June

Compersion. Chapter 1 - Ben Chilwell x OC x Mason Mount (technically this was the last day of April but it’s still pretty recent and I’m excited) - coming here: TBD

Coming soon there (not including patreon only content):

Jadon Month updates. 

Neighbourhood Watch - Roman Burki rewrite. Smut. 

Roman Burki’s smutty alphabet. 

Ben Chilwell angst

relaxing night in with Stonesy

Trent in Dubai fluff. 

hopefully So...Teach Me. 

Overdue:

Winter pieces. 

Anto Month pieces

Teasers below for each. I’ll update as we go throughout the month.

Anything you’re looking forward to? 👀👀

All These Things That I’ve Thought. 

Warnings:

oral, nipple play.

Teaser

: 

Not expecting Roman to come home early, you had taken advantage of his house. Music was playing at a decent level, not too quiet but not loud enough to cause issues for his neighbours. You’d cleaned, the windows were open to allow a nice fresh breeze in and you were cooking up a storm after building an appetite.

You’d slipped on his hoodie, the feeling of the baggy warmth around your torso felt like a hug from the man himself. His aftershave and body wash clung to the fabric, making it so that each movement you make, the scent drifts upwards. Your need for him was as insatiable as his for you. In a way, you were glad that he’d gone to training, you didn’t think you could have managed anything else from him after last night. He’d tried this morning, his beard scraping over your skin, his lips soothing the areas which had left a burn as his fingers had.......

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A Little Warmth

Warnings:

period pain, soft Marco

Teaser

:

Marco, unlike a lot of the “men” you’d countered previously, was not freaked out by the word “period” and did not shy away from helping strip the bed if you got your period early. Snack runs and any sanitary product you needed was not something that made him embarrassed. He’d enter the store armed with a screen shot of the exact product you’ve requested and buy everything without an ounce of shame.

He’d buy comfort foods, make the meals that he knew you loved and craved around this time of the month and run you a bath, ensuring that oversized pjs had been warmed on the radiators ready to be put on. Hot water bottles were filled in preparation. Marco knew you needed comfort during this time and he’d do everything he could to ensure that happened.

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Kinktober: Cam Girl. 

Warnings:

sex worker (cam girl), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, Mason’s dirty thoughts (blow jobs, pussy eating), wealth.

Teaser: 

Which leads Mason to wondering if she’d swallow him good, her throat working a little as she adjusts to having something lodged inside of her mouth and throat but keeps him there for as long as she can. Or if she’d wait until she’s accomplished having him there before she’s slapping at his thighs, one hand at the base of his cock as she withdraws herself from him. Would spit be dripping down her chin as she looks up at him, eyes watery and no doubt streaming as she gulps in as much air before she tries it again hoping for better success.

He wishes he knew how long her hair was and her eye colour. Wanting nothing more than to close his eyes and envision how she’d look on her knees, mouth full of his thick cock looking up at him as he filled his hand with her hair and guided her further down his dick until he’s fully inside of her. He’d love to take a picture of her before him, pouting lips around his shaft looking like the perfect little cock worshipping slut as she sucks him like a pro.

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The Vow. Chapter Three. 

Warnings: mentions of hospitals, being hooked up to machines, memory loss. Teaser: “You don’t think she’s acting differently?” “No? I guess I was overwhelming when she’s just woken up.” he gestures to nothing, just trying to find something to do with his hands that wasn’t simply stuffing his hands into his deep pockets. “I thought being how she was used to might help.” “There’s no easy way to say this, so…She remembers you, enough to ask for you. But she doesn’t remember the two of you.” “I’m not - I'm not following. ”“She knows you’re her friend.” Reina says slowly.  “Boyfriend.” Oscar corrects.  “Friend.” she reiterates. 

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Compersion. 

Teaser

:

“Ah, but this time I’d be using him for sex. Not the other way around.” You can see that even she doesn’t believe what she’s saying.

“If you’re going home with anyone tonight, it should be with me.” You add, running the lip balm over your supposedly kiss-proof lipstick and rub your lips together before giving an exaggerated kiss.

“Should,” she says with emphasis and you already know it’s a losing battle. You love her dearly but boy do you want to knock some common sense into her. “Besides, getting dicked never hurt anyone. Am I right?” Beth announces and you can’t help but laugh when someone in one of the toilets shouts out

“Unless it’s an ex baby girl, go ride that dick.”

[missymurphy1985]

The Extra (part 9)

Warning - illness, mentions of death

Authors Note - I have personal experience of this horrific disease - I hope I don't upset anyone with it, but it's a topic very close to my heart.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @cilleveryone @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton

A month had passed since you'd deleted his number and blocked him. You were staring at the letter in your hand, shaking. You knew this day was coming, but you'd pushed it so far down that you had only truly thought about it when Cillian had told you he loved you.

You'd told Liane the truth. Why you couldn't commit to him, even though you desperately wanted to. Truth be told you'd fallen for him just as hard - and that's exactly why you'd pushed him away. It was bad enough you had to live with this, you couldn't force someone else to. She'd encouraged you to get tested - and you knew she was right. It was time you took your life in your hands once and for all. You'd spent too many years since your mother's and sister's untimely deaths burying it.

Picking up the phone, you dialled the number, heart pounding. The receptionist answered.

"Morning. My name is y/n y/l/n. I had some tests. I've had a letter to say the results are in?"

"Can I ask what the test was for?" The receptionist asked.

"My GP referred me. It's for the breast cancer gene. I'd like to know if I carry it."

"Let me check our records Miss Y/L/N. Yes, I have your results here. Would you be available to come in this afternoon? We've had a cancellation?"

"Can you not tell me over the phone?"

"I'm not allowed to, the doctor has requested to see you in person." Your heart lurched, that was never a good sign.

You immediately wanted to call Cillian, but remembered you didn't have his contact details any more. You called Liane instead. She would pick you up at 2pm and go with you to the appointment.

Sat in the waiting room, Liane held you hand to calm you. Your nerves were in tatters. This disease had already taken so much from you - your mum, your older sister, two cousins... You knew there was a strong chance it was going to take you, too. The doctor called you through.

"Your results are here y/n. And I'm pleased to inform you -"

"What?" You gasped. The doctor smiled and took your hands in hers.

"Y/n, you don't carry the gene. It isn't there - your chances of developing breast cancer are no higher than mine, or Joan Bloggs on the street. You're going to be okay." Even the doctor had tears in her eyes. Liane was gobsmacked. You just burst into tears.

"I'm not going to die?"

"Oh honey if I had the cure for that I'd be a millionaire!" She laughed, you did too. You felt like the world had just been lifted off your shoulders, taking a dark cloud with it. A dark cloud you'd been living with for nearly 10 years. The real reason you'd split with your ex. The reason you refused to get your breasts out for auditions. The real reason you backed away from a life in acting. You didn't see the point if you weren't going to be here for the long haul... But now?

Now you'd been given a new life. A new start. And your thrown away the best chance of happiness you'd ever had in one stupid click of a button.

Liane noticed your sadness in the car on the way home. You suddenly realised you weren't actually heading home though, you were on the M6 heading to Wolverhampton.

"Erm.. where are we going?" You asked, seeing the sign for Wolverhampton fly past.

"Road trip."

"Destination?"

"It's a surprise!! Do you trust me?"

"Always..."

"Then don't ask questions."

You rolled your eyes and figured you were probably en route to Bicester Village in Oxford. That was your happy place - a day of shopping, good food, few drinks in the evening... Before long though, your eyelids grew heavy. You always fell asleep on car journeys, this one was no different. Within ten minutes you were out cold.

You felt Liane nudge you gently, waking you. Opening your eyes, you looked around, expecting to see the car park. Instead you saw terraced houses, a green park, and a street sign with 'London Borough - Kilburn' on it.

"Why am I in London??" You asked. Liane shrugged her shoulders.

"Fancied a change - never been before! Just got on the motorway and drove. Been years since we've done that hasn't it! Just drove with no destination?" You grinned, remembering the random road trips you used to take years ago. You'd ended up all over the UK, even catching a ferry to Amsterdam one Friday night just because you were bored!

"So what's the plan?"

"Let's go explore!" She paid for the parking via an app on her phone and you both climbed out the car. The houses were all Victorian style and beautiful. The park was glorious - the sun shining on it beautifully. Liane suggested a picnic in the park first to line your stomachs, then cocktails.

"Aren't you driving us home later?"

"Yes - I'll be on the mocktails! Come on, let's go find food... There's loads of little deli places over there!"

Picnic done, it was cocktail time. Sadly, there didn't appear to be a cocktail bar anywhere near... But there was a nice looking pub over the road. Settling on a normal G&T, you both made your way over. Liane sent you inside to get the drinks while she sat in the beer garden out the back.

Heading outside with two G&Ts, you looked around for her but she was nowhere to be found. You quickly scanned inside again just to make sure you'd not missed her. Setting the drinks down on a bench outside, you waited. Must've gone to the toilet. Taking your phone out you sent her a text letting her know where you were.

Ten minutes passed - still no sign. You were worried now. A ping on your phone.

"For god's sake woman open your eyes and look in the corner!!" Liane... What the hell? You looked up and nearly dropped your phone. Sitting ten feet away from you, on his own... Holding his phone in his hand and staring at you the same way you were staring at him. In complete disbelief.

He looked back at his phone and shook his head. Both of you realising you'd been set up. Completely played.

He stood up, you were convinced he was going to leave but he didn't. He sat opposite you instead.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey..."

"Can I talk before you do?" He asked. You nodded.

"I know... I didn't... Fuck this makes so much more sense in my head..." He laughed.

"Can I talk instead?" He nodded. You took a deep breath and told him the truth. About your family. The deaths. The illness. The tests.. and the results.

"That's why I pushed you away. That's why I push everyone away. But you were the first one I pushed that I regretted... I regretted it so much because no one had ever made me feel as alive as you did. No one made me float on air like you did. No one made me forget about this cloud hanging over me like you did..."

"You thought I'd leave you if you had the gene?"

"My Dad left when my mom was diagnosed. He couldn't handle it so he bailed. Wasn't a great role model."

"Your dad's a dick. I'm not." His brutal, dead pan response made you laugh. In fact you didn't just laugh, you were in hysterics. He laughed with you, and took your hands in his.

"If I promise not to tell you I love you, will you let me see you?"

"No."

"Erm... Okay?"

"I want you to tell me you love me, if you mean it. Then I'll decide."

"Y/N... I. Love. You. I fucking love you. I adore you. I've had the most miserable four weeks of my life thanks to you!" He laughed.

"Yeah I'm sorry about that.."

"It's okay. You can make it up to me."

"You're giving me a second chance?"

"I never gave up on the first one. But this time, we take it slow. Get to know each other. I'll start by asking if I can take you out to dinner tonight?"

"I have nothing with me... All my stuff's at home..."

"Fair enough. Then we have two choices. You go shopping with Liane and get yourself something.. or go home and we can arrange to meet another time?"

"I'm already here, and shopping was on our to do list. Dinner tonight sounds lovely."

"Unblock my number. I'll text you the details later, okay?" He finished his drink and pulled his jacket on, quickly typing a text as you unblocked his number. If only you'd known it was that easy to get his contact details again... The message pinged through.

"Thank you..." You smiled reading it. He leaned over and kissed your cheek softly, before walking away. Glancing back, smiling, as he left the pub.

Liane was with you in seconds.

"You sneaky little shit, how did you do this??" You laughed.

"Anto contacted me last week, said he was sick of Cillian moping. We kinda worked together... Are you mad at me?"

"Not at all. Where's Anto?"

"Right here." Anto appeared out of nowhere and you threw your arms around him.

"Thank you. For everything?"

"No need to thank me. This was Liane's idea. Bit of a rush to sort once you'd got those results but luckily you live 3 hours away and you sleep like the dead!" He laughed. "Now get yourself gone - you have a date to prepare for!"

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

Heya! I’m sending in my Valentine’s Letter; thank you so so much in advance! [im so sorry it’s long, also im sorry about my english]

My Dear Erwin,

First of all: Happy Valentine’s Day!

Did you know that Saint Valentine was a priest that believed love was so important, that he chose to marry young couples, even when the emperor forbade it?

It always reminds me of you when historical figures decide to follow what’s important for them, no matter what. Now, I am not comparing you to a priest… but you get the idea. I’ve always admired how determined you are, how passionate you are about your goals, how you’d give up anything for your dreams. I know you believe you’re a monster for that, but… I don’t. I love that about you. And I do believe you will be remembered; you will be mentioned in history books; you’ll be such a big figure.

But, for me, you’ll always be the man that stole my heart and makes me the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.

That’s why I hated so much to leave the HQs. Now, sitting at my parent’s place, I can only miss your voice, your ideas, your kisses, the way you touch me… Uh, it’s getting hot in here.

Now, I don’t wish to trouble you. I know you must be very busy, but… Father said my leave would only be a few days. It’s almost been a week, and he won’t let me go back to Trost. I know he doesn’t like you that much, but I’m sure now that he must’ve spoken to you in order to get your permission for me to leave. What did he say to you? Did he threaten you? Please, if he did, know he’s all talk. He was very angry when I joined the scouts too, but with time, he understood. I promise he will understand our relationship too.

I’m pretty sure that he tried to manipulate you, so… Just let me tell you that, I always had everything. I could’ve been married to any wealthy idiot of his liking, but I was never the kind to obey others… not even you. I chose the regiment, I chose to devote my heart to humanity, and I chose you to be my first, my last, mi amor; my everything.

Please know, today more than ever, that you are loved, missed and yearned for. And for you, I’d be willing to disobey anyone; even my father.

I’ll see you soon, amor mío.

Yours,

Anto

P.S: When you get this, I’ll probably be already in my way back home to you, holding the necklace you gifted me very close to my heart. I already planned out something to tell my father’s guards. Please don’t be too angry! [I know you probably will be a little bit] I love you ♡

A/N: Hi @antoxsmith! thank you so much for sending in such a wonderful letter and participating in my event!!! <3 I hope you like this reply! Your English is amazing, and I got your first request so I replied to this one instead of the second one!

My Dear,

You think too highly of me, my love, as you always do. I am still, no matter how you deny it, a monster of my own making. Plans are not made on the shoulders of a coward, and it is all I can do to put on a brave face for those I lead. But with only you, my dear, can I allow myself to feel, even for a moment, human.

I do not care for the history books, for they are often filled with half truths and twisted versions of what happened, written in blood by the victors. All I ask is that I remain in your memory, for as long as you can manage. That will be enough.

You are also not alone in your longing. The nights are colder now, despite the melting frost. The days without you span longer, and not even Hange's antics are able to cheer me up. Levi mentioned something about having a stick up my arse today, and I think for him to have said that, I was too harsh on some of the new recruits once again. I long for your return, and it pleases me greatly to see such fight in you.

From the very beginning, you fought. You fought me, fought Levi, Miche, fought just about everyone. Fought your way into my heart even. You would think your father would know better than to take both of us on hmm?

Your father indeed speak with me. Very...persuasive a man he is, or thinks he is. But you should know better than to question my foresight. I am always three steps ahead my dear, and fear not, after this time, you will not have to worry about those pesky suitors anymore. I believe I was very clear in my last conversation.

Keep the necklace close, I do not want to have further conversations with anyone concerning where your future lies. Your father's guards will bother you no longer. No one will. You have my word.

I am looking forward to your return to me, I know everyone here is eagerly awaiting your return as well.

Yours always,

Erwin

Valentines Day Event 2022

[lemonpika]

Hey hey Pika, I'm so happy you're coming out of your hiatus; but as I told you before, take it slow! We'll always be here waiting for you💕

I'm ready for some self shipping if you don't mind 🥺 me (my name is Antonella lolol Anto is my nickname - she/her) and Erwin please?

If it's alright I'll take both SFW and NSFW! If not then just SFW ✨ I'm introverted, I don't like going out a lot so probably my favorite date would be to the cinema OR to somewhere not so crowded, maybe just walking around with some ice cream. I love animals so just watching birds or horses would make me happy too. I love art so museums are good too! My hobbies are drawing, painting and sleeping 💀

ok so my natal chart; my sun sign is pisces, my moon sign escorpio; and ascending (? capricorn.

Thank you so much in advance, you are allowing my lil brain to be happy 🥺

Hi Anto!!!!! <3 Thank you so much for the kind words bby, i really really hope u enjoy what i came up with! EruAnto is ur ship name <33!!

SFW Headcanons

Erwin is lowkey your sugar daddy. He will literally spare no expense in taking you on romantic dates after he comes home from work. He doesn't splurge on himself most of the time, but he wants to spoil his beloved <3

His family owns a stable in the countryside and he'll often take you there to go riding!

He's definitely a workaholic but he only works to provide a comfortable life for the two of you

LOVES MOVIES!! He adores taking you to the cinema since it's not too crowded and he gets to enjoy something cool with you

Also, because he thinks you look cute whenever you get excited over some scenes

He would definitely frame your artwork in his office if you ever drew him something. He's just so proud of how talented you are and wants nothing more than to show off your work!

Takes you on a lot of museum dates so you could get inspired for your next art project

Erwin is extremely in-tune with how you're feeling and can immediately tell that something's wrong. He's extremely reassuring and supportive when you're in a bad mood or having a bad day

He likes to grab your hand and squeeze it whenever the two of you are walking together in public. He does it to let you know that he's enjoying himself and is happy to spend time with u <3

NSFW Headcanons

Erwin loves saying the dirtiest things to you when you're behind closed doors

He'll coolly command you to his lap and order you to ride his thigh, arms crossed as he looks down at you

Loves calling you his 'good girl'

He definitely has a daddy/commander kink so you often have to call him 'sir' if you want to get him in the mood

He's a soft dom so he'd never try to hurt his baby (unless that's what you want ;) all you need to do is tell him <3)

Goes down on you quite often. He prefers to give rather than receive

But if you are in the mood to give him head, expect your jaw to hurt a little towards the end. He gets so wrapped up in the pleasure that he loses control of his hips as he gets closer to orgasm

His moans are really deep and breathy. He typically just mutters curses under his breath as your mouth works his cock.

PROBABLY HAS A BREEDING KINK

be prepared for him to 'accidentally' cum inside //

send in ur self ships and i'll give u hc's of ur dynamic!

[iamvegorott]

Bunny House

Summary: After seeing an image online, Wilford decides that his hand JJ’s pet bunny Sniffles needs an outdoor home, leading to some mess, laughs, and a surprise

Bunny House

JJ watched with a tilted head as Wilford carried a large supply of wood, paint, and other tools required for building a, and he quotes, ‘bunny home’. The bunny who would use the home was their little white bunny named Sniffles. Sniffles was mostly white with a black nose, black around his eyes, and a black heart-shaped surrounding his tail. Sniffles was always, well, sniffling and was currently sitting on top of JJ’s legs, dozing off in the warmth from the sun.

“There we are.” Wilford grunting, dropping the last bit of wood. “That should be enough for this.” 

“Should be? Didn’t you sketch this out?” JJ asked, hands moving and the words appearing in Wilford’s mind, looking like subtitles across his eyes. JJ didn’t really have a voice, he could make some noises, but his speech was through sign language and a little bit of magic for those who didn’t know the language or weren’t looking at him.  

“I mean, I did make a sketch.” Wilford pulled a rolled-up piece of paper out of his back pocket. He went over to JJ and showed him the rough sketch. 

“There aren’t any measurements.” JJ pointed. “How do you know if you do have enough or if everything will line up?” 

“I’m a master craftsman, my sweet sugarplum, I got this.” Wilford kissed JJ on the forehead as he took his drawing back. 

“I feel like I need to call Dark to help.” JJ looked down when he felt movement, seeing Sniffles using his hind leg to scratch behind his ear. 

“I don’t need Dark’s help.” Wilford puffed out his chest.

“Now I have to call him.” JJ took out his phone.

“No.” Wilford tried to snatch the phone but lost his footing, causing him to fell over on top of JJ, thankfully Sniffles hoped away in time and was now just bouncing along in the grass. “How’s it going~” Wilford grinned at his and JJ’s position. 

“Are you going to kiss me or what?” JJ giggled when Wilford perked up from that.

“Yes, sir.” Wilford chuckled and dove right in. JJ happily sighed into the kiss and nestled his fingers in Wilford’s hair. They both suddenly stopped the kiss when they heard someone clear their throat. 

“You weren’t enjoying the show?” The voice and giggle told them right away that Anti and Dark were there. 

“What brings you here, Dark?” Wilford asked, getting off of the ground and JJ. JJ stayed down and reached over to scoop Sniffles up, who let out a little sneeze. 

“I heard news of a robbery of a hardware store and they stated that several gallons of pink paint had been stolen as well.” Dark raised a brow. “So I added two and two together.” 

“I’m just simply making a little home for Sniffles, no need to fret,” Wilford said. 

“Do you know how?” Dark said as Anti went over to JJ, plopping down next to him. 

“I have a plan.” Wilford showed Dark his drawing. 

“There are no measurements,” Dark stated.

“No, there are no measurements.” Wilford huffed. 

“Guess I’m helping.”

“I don’t need-”

“You are not about to saw off your own arm.” Dark slipped off his blazer and tossed it at Anti, who caught it and bundled it up into a ball, hugging his arms around it. “Roll up your sleeves, they’re going to get in the way,” Dark said as he worked on his own sleeves. 

“You could just take your shirts off,” Anti suggested, JJ silently giggling with him.

“No. Where are your goggles.” Dark went over to the pile of supplies. 

“The what?”

“Oh boy.” 

Several hours passed as Dark and Wilford worked. JJ and Anti had gone in and came out with some lemonade at one point, which led to Wilford making a joke about the two being in maid’s outfits the next time, JJ blushed and Anti was more than willing to go back in and change. Dark interrupted that conversation, and potential chaos, by saying they needed to get sanding. 

Finally, after all the nails were hammered it, the cornered were sanded softer and passing ‘the wiggle test’ the foundation of the bunny house was made and they could get to the painting. 

“I’ve been wanting to use one of these forever,” Wilford said as he prepped a large airbrush, loading it with pink paint. 

“I don’t know if we should trust him with that,” Anti said. 

“As long as he aims for the house, I won’t hit him,” Dark said, crossing his arms. 

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you coated in pink,” Anti smirked. 

“That would be a sight to see.” JJ gave Dark a smile. 

“I’m going to separate you two.” Dark didn’t like how Anti and JJ both giggled at that.

“And done!” Wilford hollered. 

“Alrea-” Dark stopped himself, seeing that the house was, in fact, fully pink, but so were Wilford’s hands. 

“Guess I got a little too excited.” Wilford chuckled and put down the airbrush. “I’m going to go pop in and give these a quick wash. You guys feel free to get started on the decorations.” 

“I can make the bubbles.” JJ offered.

“Making those yellow stripes is going to be a bitch.” Anti said, looking at Wilford’s drawing again. “We should have taped then or something.” 

“Shouldn’t be too much of a hassle, maybe two or three coats should cover it.” Dark shrugged. JJ felt something bump against his leg and found Sniffled headbutting his ankle, pouting. JJ knew what that meant and he picked him up, placing him on top of his head before getting to painting. 

“That’s adorable,” Wilford said when he came back out, tucking his phone into his back pocket. “Although everything that you do is adorable.” He added, going over to JJ and giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Are you going to make out in front of us again?” Anti teased. 

“Don’t tempt me.” Wilford winked, grabbing a paintbrush. 

“Just paint.” Dark cut Anto off before he could say anything. Anti just stuck his tongue out at Dark and they all went to work painting. JJ and Wilford painted bubbles to both roofs, Dark and Anti made yellow and blue stripes to the second floor and after those were done, made a candy-cane type swirl with blue on the bottom roof’s support beams. 

“Are we late?” Edward called out as he and Henrik walked into the yard. 

“Oh! Hello.” JJ straightened up when he saw the two, Sniffles still in his hair and sleeping. “More hello.” He added, seeing Google, Bing, Marvin, Chase, Robbie, Host, Bim, and Yandere coming to the yard as well. “What are you all doing here?” 

“We’re still coming!” Phantom shouted with a laugh as he rushed over with Jackie. Mare, Mad, Blank, CJ, and RJ were following them. 

“Why is everyone here?” JJ asked, looking at Wilford. 

“For the grand finale of Sniffles’ home,” Wilford said, gesturing for JJ to go over to the crowd of friends. 

“I knew he had something more planned,” Dark said softly to Anti as they walked over as well. 

“Allow me to first.” Wilford grabbed a bottle of black spray paint and he went to the front of the little house, shaking the bottle before popping off the lid and spraying on the house:

Sniffles Jackson-Warfstache

“Ta-da!” Wilford bowered when he was done. 

“Jackson-Warfstache?” Mad placed a hand to his face and tilted his head. “Isn’t it common for last names to be hyphenated together like that when people get married and don’t want to only have one last name?” 

“And this is why I invited you over, my smart lad.” Wilford chuckled, heading over to JJ. “He’s a little blunter than even I am.” He added before going down on one knee, getting some gasps from the others. “And I knew I’d have an active audience.” Wilford reached into his pocket and took out a small box. 

“You are not.” JJ took Sniffles off of his head, already tearing up. 

“We’ve been together for many years and lived together for so long as well. I can’t see a future without you in it so I only found it right-” Wilford opened the box and a ring was shown, a gold band with flawless round red rubies inside. “-to ask you to be mine forever. JJ, will you do me the honor of-”

“Yes!” JJ jumped. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“You’re supposed to let him-” Google was stopped by Bing putting a hand over his mouth. 

“Yes!” Wilford jumped up and hugged JJ tightly, spinning around with him. “He said yes!” Sniffles let out a squeak. “Oh! Sorry, little buddy.” Wilford let JJ go. “You’re going to make a great ring-bunny.” 

“I have a feeling this wedding is going to be...chaotic.” Dark sighed.

“And you’re going to be one of the best men.” Anti bumped Dark with his hip.

“Shit.” 

---------------------------------------- Tag List: @shadowkitten0321 @trinitybob12 I’m also tagging @theprinceofflies because I know they love this ship <3

[kiyomie]

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[mustardyellowanti]

I.

Sebastian Oh Summer // Before Senior 

“Safe to say I think you have everyone else’s birthday present beat,” Finley commented, eyes glancing up to see Sebastian through the rearview mirror. Sebastian hummed pulling his earpods out, the low rumbled of one Anto’s favourite songs leaving his ears. She had decided to diversify Sebastian playlist with all her favourite songs and while Sebastian understood next to none of what was been said it was an easy listen. He glanced up at the elderly driver, Finley had been in his family for years, and over time he became more than just a simple chauffeur. He had been working for his mother since she in her late teens and now on the eve of her 45th birthday remained a trusted confidant to his mother and admittedly Sebastian.

“I don’t know if you asked certain people my presence is not a present at all,” Sebastian commented with a sigh looking out the window. While he had no issues about celebrating his mother’s birthday, he was unashamedly a mothers boy, but dealing with the rest of his family was never high on his to-do list. The rest of his mother’s family, the Vanderbilts, American royalty at its best were divided into blindly hating him because he was the heir apparent and the others sucked up to him for the exact same reason. Then there was his father and brothers, while there was no doubt his father was head over heels in love with his mother, his father didn’t share that same love for the fruits of their love. Sebastian’s father was all too happy to pretend Sebastian did not exist. His brothers weren’t too different, indifferent, borderline hateful of Sebastian all because he got everything they wanted without even trying.

“Who cares what certain people think?” Finley huffed, “No of them matter in the grand scheme of things, do they? You are coming back to surprise your mum and I know for a fact that she would be ecstatic that you here, probably going to end up crying when you step in the house,” he said. “Happy tears of course,” he tacked in causing Sebastian’s lip to quirk up in a small smile.

“As long as they are happy tears I guess I can handle the rest,” Sebastian said with a shrug. He was trying to come across as carefree as possible, fall back into the normal arrogance and aloofness he usually had but the growing pit in his stomach was hard to ignore and as they got closer and closer to the Hamptons.

“Of course you can,” Finley hummed. “Though once the tears are over your mum is going to be in full fret over Sebastian mode and then ofcourse its going to be a whole lot of people asking if you met their oh so wonderful daughter,” Finley said sounding far too amused. “Such a hard life you got there,” he teased. “I would offer my daughter but she has been married for the past 15 years, maybe granddaughter Lily,” he laughed.

“The five-year-old?” Seb laughed, “Well she might be more interesting than half the people at this party but I’ve got what another 20 years before I start dating girls half my age right?” he mocked. The men in this world are known for throwing their wealth around at younger women desperate enough to do anything to get ahead in life. He couldn’t fault the woman, if a man as rich as some of those men were and were dumb enough to get scammed then shame on them.

“Oh so you heard about Mister Langford, just turned sixty and his new wife turned 22 – “ Finley teased. “Lovely wedding, his kids looked like they really enjoyed it,” he laughed. “They were so in love with each other they forget to sign a prenup,” he added. Sebastian smirked he couldn’t only imagine how the Langford children would have reacted to that news. A murder was certainly on the cards, whether it be the kids getting rid of the 22-year-old obstacle or the 22-year-old obstacle getting rid of the old man who thought a little too highly of himself.

“Finn I am trusting you to off me before I ever end up like that,” Sebastian commented shaking his head. “Just make it look like an accident,” he said.

Finley snorted. “By the time you are at that age I am pretty sure I will be six feet under,” he said.

“What? No, you are a young lad,” Sebastian said biting back a smile at the way Finley rolled his eyes. “Besides you are like immortal anyway,” he continued.

“What? Who told you?” Finley said dramatically. “You can’t be telling rich old men that I found the secret to living forever they’d skin me on sight,” he joked. Sebastian snorted but dragged a finger across his lips to show his lips were sealed.

Silence fell over them once again, they were getting closer to the Hampton home. They were already on billionaire row, they’d be there in a few seconds. “You’ll be fine kid,” Finley spoke, Sebastian sat straight up straighter. He wasn’t a kid anymore and he highly doubted that he would be fine. “Don’t let them spoil your time here,” he said. “The last thing we need is them scaring you off, boy if you heard all the rants from your mother about you never been here –“ Finley shook his head.

“And here I thought you actually missed my company,” Sebastian teased. Finley’s lips quirked up into a smile.

  Sebastian sucked in a deep breath as he stepped into his parent’s Hampton home, while his Grandfather’s home was the classic Hampton house, his parents were more modern in design. To some people it was considered modest, Sebastian knew he could be a bit insensitive to those who didn’t have the same level of wealth as him but even he knew an 11,000 square foot home on roughly 3 acres of beachfront was not modest by any standard.

“Did you forget something, Irene? I gave you the night off,” Sebastian heard his mother call out, Irene was her assistant/house helper. She had always kept the families staff to a minimum believing it was better if people knew how to do the basics their selves. “Did Jac-“ his mother said stepping into the corridor turning to see Sebastian and freezing, maybe Finley had got it wrong, that didn’t seem like a happy reaction. Maybe he stayed away a little too long and somehow managed to alienate the one family member that actually loved him.

“Hi,” Sebastian waved awkwardly his voice croaking slightly as he spoke.

The noise that left his mother’s mouth could only be described as inhuman, she ran down the hall to where Sebastian stood pulling him into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? How did I not you were coming? What happened to your trip with Theo? Is he okay? Is he here too? How did you get here? Oh my gosh,” she said frantically causing Sebastian to chuckle. “It’s so good to see you,” she whimpered burying her head into his shoulder. “Ugh when did you get so tall,” she said hitting his chest.

“Taller than you? Sometime after my tenth birthday,” Sebastian joked as his mother pulled back, “And I wouldn’t miss your birthday,” he said. “I know I am not –“

“Shhhh I know you are going to say some sort of nonsense so just stop,” his mother said quickly, eyes narrowing. “There will be no self-deprecating in the house thank you very much,” she said pointedly. “Now let’s get a drink and you can tell all about how you managed to keep this a secret from me,” she said grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen area.

“Hmm,” she said grabbing two glass flutes before looking back at Sebastian. “I guess since it’s my birthday, letting you having a glass of champagne wouldn’t be considered bad parenting,” she hummed.

“What happened to no self-deprecating, it hasn’t even been five minutes mother,” Sebastian teased. “And you’ve changed the marble benches,” Sebastian commented running his hand among the new, well new to him, Granite countertops.

“Yes, the marble had to go, to easy to stain,” His mother waved a hand dismissively. “The amount of time someone has knocked their glass of wine over,” she tsked. “Anyway, that is not important,” she said handing him a now full chute of glass. “I am not going to sit here and talk kitchen décor when my baby is home,” she said sitting down on a stool. “Now care to explain how I didn’t catch wind of this?”

“Well,” Sebastian said taking a sip of his champagne. “I wanted to surprise you so Finley and I planned this, Theo let me borrow his plane and well here I am,” he offered as his mum rolled her eyes.

“Of course it was Finn,” she hummed. “Well I think this is the best present I am going to get so I won’t be too hard on him,” she said. “How is Theo? You could have bought him along, you know he is always welcome,” she said with a soft smile. “Just like you are,” she tacked on. Seb hummed around his glass, if it was just his mum he’d believe it but considering his father was lurking around somewhere that wasn’t exactly true.

“I know,” Sebastian with a weak smile, “But I figured having the two of us surprise you might be a little too much so I left him partying with our classmates,” he shrugged. “But he has sent a gift, it’s probably already at our New York apartment,” he said.

“Well that is sweet of him,” she commented with a smile. “I am glad you have a friend like him when I was your age, I had a lot of trouble finding real friends,” she frowned clearly getting lost in her memories. “Ah look at me getting lost in things that aren’t important,” she said shaking her head. “Maybe I’ve already had too much champagne,” she said shaking her head. “Irene and I had a boozy lunch,” she explained.

“It’s almost your birthday, If you can’t overindulge in champagne then when can you?” Sebastian joked with a cheeky grin.

“Exactly,” His mother nodded before reaching over and pinching his cheek. “Look at those dimples,” she giggled. “I remember when I first found out I was having a boy, those dimples were the number one thing I hoped you inherited from your father,” she said. Sebastian’s face scrunched up as he removed his mother’s hands from his cheek. He already knew that if his father could he would remove any trace of his DNA from Sebastian’s body.

“Seb,” His mother said, eyes softening. She opened her mouth to say something more but stopped. Perhaps she had grown tired of trying to make excuses for her husband, lord knows Sebastian was tired of hearing them.

“It's fine,” Sebastian said with a wave of his hand, swallowing down the lump that was forming in his throat. “You’re being nostalgic, it happens when you have had too much champagne, that or your old age is getting to you already,” Sebastian teased watching the way his mum’s face contorted at the mention of age.

“Hey,” she laughed. “I know I taught you better than to talk to women about their age.”

[ewritesthangs]

The Proposition

Authors Note: I had this idea for a Halstead sibling fic. So here it is. It’s also an Antonio Dawson fic. I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this 3 times.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing.

Tag List: @halstudandruz @alievans007

2nd person POV

Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Reader

Part 1

The music rang through your apartment as you made your dinner. You were in an oversized sweater, courtesy of your elder brother Will, and his now too small for him joggers. You were not expecting anyone to come over. So when there was a knock on your door interrupting your hella wonderful dance moves, you jumped slightly and groaned loudly so the person on the other side of the door knew you were upset. 

“Y/N, let me in! I texted you!” Your partner bellowed. 

“I didn’t think you meant it!” You retort, as your door creaked open. 

“You said you had booze and were making your famous fettuccine alfredo. I was not going to miss that.” He smirked as he walked in, shrugging his leather jacket off. 

You rolled your eyes and closed the door before following Dawson into your kitchen. You strain your pasta and mix it into the sauce you were making. “Want to taste?” You hold the spoon to his lips, for he was standing next to the stove with a beer in hand. He takes a bite and his eyes roll back into his head, moans of taste ecstasy escaping his lips. 

“Holy shit. That is so good.” 

“It’s my mom's recipe.” You smile, proud you could do her proud with your cooking. “Go sit, I will bring you some.” He sits on the stool at your island, before you hand him a bowl of pasta. You sprinkle a little bit of freshly grated parmesan on top. He waits for you to sit next to him before he devours his first helping. 

“God, you have the brains, the hots, and the cooking power. I think I’m in love.” He jokes, before helping himself to another serving. When he sits back down, his hand rests on the back of your stool. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” He asks, turning slightly to face you. 

“She did teach me a little. But I mainly learned from the chefs at the base and my brothers. They taught me what not to do.” Giggles erupt from your chest. 

“You know, you really are the whole package. Bad-ass, beautiful, intelligent, know how to cook. It’s a wonder how you are single.” 

“Well, my brothers tend to scare off any guy or girl that looks my way. And if they do get past them, they usually end up hurting me. So ya, I have just stayed unattached.” 

“When was your last one? With that Brien kid right?” 

“His name was Dylan, and yes. That was about 3 months ago?” 

“So you haven’t had anyone since?” 

“Why are we talking about this?” You gave Antonio a puzzled look. 

“Look, I know I am probably too old for you. But I thought that maybe we could, you know. No strings attached?” He motions between you two with his hands, becoming slightly embarrassed for even asking. 

You pretended to ponder the thought, with your hand on your chin as if to think about your answer. “Dawson, you are one hell of a man. I have wanted to take you since I was, like, 20.” 

“Not so innocent when you were younger like your brothers thought you were.” Antonio chuckles, a smirk following suit. “You grew to be one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He leans in towards you and ducks his head down. 

“Is this really happening?” You whisper, blinking your eyes rapidly. Dawson just closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was super soft and sweet, at first. Then he presses a bit more firmly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Your hands rest upon his biceps as the kiss sends shivers and tingles through your body. He elicited many sensations from within your body with just a kiss. You wondered what other feelings he could bring out. He moves the hand that lay atop of your chair to your back to bring you closer. The kiss was getting more intense, tongues began to move together. The kiss elicited a moan from your vocal cords. He pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Your teeth brought your bottom lip between them. He groans and stands up. His hands slid down just below your butt cheeks before hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his neck. He kisses you again, tongue automatically going into your mouth. Antonio walks you to your couch. “Shirt. Off.” He mumbled between kisses. You strip the sweater off, exposing your braless chest, a spaghetti strap t-shirt covering what’s underneath. You had a few tattoos on your chest. Tugging at the edge of your shirt, Antonio pulled your shirt off to expose your beautifully perky breasts.  He moaned at the sight, immediately attaching his lips to your right nipple. He had sat down at that point. He starts to suckle a bit, nip, flick. All the things that made you go wild, the warmth between your legs growing. Moans escaped your lips, his name rolling off your tongue. He switched sides, you began to grind down onto his growing erection. This caused him to moan out, and detach his lips. 

“You are beyond sexy. And wet.” His raspy voice rang through your ears. Your arousal had seeped through your joggers. 

“Please. Do. Something.” You begged, out of breath. 

“Sit on the edge of the couch, princess. Pants off.” You happily oblige, removing your joggers, placing your butt right at the edge of the couch and leaning back. Antonio begins to strip, only to his boxers, leaving you to still wonder how his member looks. Your mouth watered. He sunk to his knees and spreads your legs wide. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you.” He bites his lip, leaning in and grabbing your lace underwear with his teeth. You lift your butt slightly to help him get them off. He looked so damn sexy. The dampness between your legs grew into more of a dripping sensation. You could feel it slipping down your slit to the couch. He kisses up your legs, calf to thigh, each leg. He wanted to show your body attention, every inch of your body. Your aching with anticipation, your breathing became erratic. Soft kisses are placed upon your slit, before he snakes his arms around your thighs. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he begins the pleasure. Your gasp at the contact and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue starts to flicks against your clit, this has always driven you insane. Your hips buck instinctively, causing him to chuckle ever so softly. He moves his attention to your vaginal opening. He tongue fucks you, causing you to moan out loud. 

“Antonio. Fuck just like that.” He curls his tongue up, hitting your g-spot. The scream that was emitted from you was unexpected. Nobody has ever been able to do that to you, that caused your head to roll back and your back to arch. “OH FUCK!” You were wriggling beneath him, putty in his hands. One of his hands began to rub your clit in circular motions. The coil inside your body began to tighten up, signaling you were ready to cum. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum.” Antonio just hums in response, too busy with pleasing you. The loudest moan you had ever emitted came out as you came, more like squirted. Antonio pulled back, watching as you squirted all over his torso. His boxers were soaked with precum. Your body shook from the amount of pleasure in which you just received. He cleans up your vulva, moaning at the taste. 

“Fuck princess. You taste so divine. And you squirted all over me. That was beyond sexy, I could have cum just watching you.” You were panting, trying to catch your breath. 

“I have never squirted before. You know how to make a woman scream.” You were slightly dazed, so Antonio took this time to unravel his arms from under your thighs and take his penis out. It stood at attention, the tip red and throbbing. You had sat up and were finally able to see how he was packing. He was very girthy, very nice length. You moaned at the sight. He pumped it a few times. 

“Your turn, Mr. Dawson.” Your voice was sexy, sensual, inviting. Antonio shook his head, causing you to become confused. He holds his hand out, pulling you to your feet. 

“I want to fuck you. In your bed.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses you again, his right hand cupping your jaw and cheek. This kiss was pure passion, hints of lust seeping through. You wrap both arms around his neck. He scoops you up, one arm around your waist so you’re just slightly off the ground. 

“Second door on the left.” You breathe out. Antonio nods, and walks you both there, you still being off the ground in his muscular embrace. You leave open mouth kisses on his neck, eliciting a small moan when your kiss his sweet spot just behind his earlobe. A smirk dances across your lips. Before you had the chance to delve into his sweet spot, you’re thrown onto the bed. Giggles erupt from your chest, knowing he is being playful. He crawls onto the bed, you still giggling like a little girl. 

“You have the most glorious laugh, Y/N.” He expresses, a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. You pecked his lips. 

“Flattery will get you fucked, Dawson. Do something with that glorious cock already.” He chuckles darkly, veering his head down towards your chest. He kisses your breasts before his hand slips between your slightly open legs. He rubs your clit, pressure hard but the circling is slow. He wants to get you worked up. 

“Uh.” You moan out. “Please Tonio.” He just smirks, his hand leaving you. You whimper before feeling the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit. He rubs the head against your clit before he slips himself in, but just the tip. All the while he still had his sly smirk on his face. You give him a scowl. “Anto-” You didn’t get the rest of his name out before he slips himself all the way in, not quite balls deep. Moans escape your mouth, legs instinctively going wider for more of him. 

“That got you to stop talking.” He moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls back, almost all the way out and slams himself into you. You grip the sheets and moan in pure pleasure. He does it one last time before setting his pace. He thrusts at a sensual pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just right for your first time together. But his thrusts were hard and deep. You were in ecstasy, the feeling of him filling you finally was just what you have been waiting for. The way he made you feel was intense, impeccable, divine. Your eyes rolled back, back arched off the bed, head tipped back. Hands flying to the pillow in which your head rest upon, fingers gripping the soft fabric of your pillow case. Antonio had a grip on your waist, strong enough to leave some marks. Not bad though. He decided to release them, to lean on his left forearm to thrust even deeper and harder. His pace picked up. 

“Look at me princess. I want to see that pretty face as you cum.” His voice was ultra raspy, right hand turning your head to face him. Your eyes flutter open, the color had intensified with lust. He moaned at the sight of you. “Fuck baby girl. I’m gonna cum.” He had been holding out, wanting you to be pleased first and foremost. 

You bit your bottom lip. “Cum for me Antonio. Let me feel you inside of me.” You moaned out his name, right leg swinging around his waist. Your heel digs into the lumbar area of his back, encouraging him to continue. The familiar coil inside of you getting stronger and stronger. His thrusts get slightly sloppier. Your hands slide to his cheeks, making eye contact with the man above you. He bites his lip, cumming inside of you with a loud moan of your name. It was warm. This caused you to grow even closer. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm and bringing you to yours. 

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His hand slithers down your torso to your clit. He begins to rub it furiously. You scream out, your body wriggling under his touch. “Antonio!” You came, hard. All the sensations drove you right over the edge you were teetering on. He watched as your face contorted from the pleasure coursing through your body. He rod out your orgasm as best he could before pulling out and plopping beside you. You guys lay there in silence, the only sounds being your panting. 

“That was. Holy shit. Incredible.” You managed to get out. 

“Thank you.” He chuckles and turns to look at you. 

“So much better than I thought it would be.” You roll over so that you’re laying on top of him. 

“Again, thank you. You flatter me.” 

“Round two?” You wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Hmm, give me some moti- oh. I like the sight of you on top of me like that.” You were straddling his waist. Hands on his chest. 

“Let me fuck you now.”

[abstractanalogue]

The Wormholes interview (1997)

In June 1997 I interviewed Dave Carroll (1970-2019) of The Wormholes for a a one-off mail-order zine I produced for the band (cover above). I thought I’d transcribe the interview and publish it here as it hasn’t been online before. At this time they had released Scorpio:The Album (1997) so I asked Dave about recording it with Stano, other recent recordings with Stan Erraught (these would later be included on Parijuana in 1999), playing with The Fall in London (March ‘95) and their experience of touring in the UK (’95-’97). 

Q: Tell me about recording Scorpio:The Album.

A: We originally met Stano in town and went to Graham’s house that night with Shane and Francis (of Chunkin’ Bronchii). We didn’t know Stano or even really know him when he was leaving that day. He said nothing and just sat there at a four track. It was him who suggested to get us into a studio. He was good to work with, we’d record anything and everything we wanted and he wouldn’t say a word about it. He had maybe three or four mixes for each song. All the music was recorded in one day. The whole Pulse thing was two days and then the day we spent in Graham’s house. I mean I’m sure people will listen to it and go, ‘Yeah, I can gather it was done in 3 days.’ (laughs). It’s just the way we were heading, we knew we didn’t want to do another Chicks. Whether people like it or not, it is our second album. When you pick it up it may look like a mini album because there’s only so many songs, but when you think of it, ‘Kontinental Kop’ is 18 minutes long, ‘Bee Mee’ is 10 and ‘Freak Franco’ is almost 11 and that’s just three songs. We were surprised when we actually played ‘Kontinental Kop’ on the Play Station, it was like, wow, there’s a track on our CD almost 20 minutes long, I thought we’d knocked all that shit on the head. But then even on Parijuana, if that tape didn’t run out, I don’t know how long ‘Drive Dead Slow’ would have been. We were going at it full ahead from this sort of build up and Mark Carolan had to tell us the tape ran out.

Q: What about working with Stan Erraught (ex The Stars of Heaven and The Sewing Room)? These recordings with Stan at Sun Studios, plus other recordings would be used for Parijuana in 1999.

A:  When we heard Stan wanted to work with us we were blown away, we couldn’t get over it. This guy had done so much, I mean he was releasing records in the 80s. It must have been a really weird and difficult time to release anything, but this guy was doing it then when we were all still in school dreaming about what it would be like to own a guitar, let alone put out a poxy single. Same with Stano, he could have fobbed us off like, ‘Oh these little shits they think their doing something different, making a bit of a noise’ (laughs), but he just thought the way we done out stuff was right up his street.  

It was strange going into the same studio and the same desk as well but with totally different vibes. I hadn’t even talked to Stan or Mark (Carolan), I’d just walked in off the street and we did ‘Turkish Prison Dance’. We were just buzzin, the DAT was there, used just the one mic, Stan played the saz, Mark played guitar, Graham played drums, Anto just stood there and shook the maracas and I played the bongos. Everyone was jammed into this one room and we just banged it out there and then. None of us even realised when we were doing it, it was only after we thought, you know we didn’t play anything really, we just picked up some stuff and rattled it alongside what was being played and it was the first time we’d ever done that. When we heard it back none of us could even talk to each other, we were so chuffed with it. 

After that Mark finished putting up the mics and left. So we’d go in, start recording, Stan would be getting levels say and then he’d run in with his guitar and jump in with us, it was brilliant. We’d definitely work with him again. Stan just totally changed our whole outlook on what it’s like to work in the studio. He was giving us records by Faust and Can. I mean, these are records he’d bought 15, 16 years earlier when he was only a nipper. He told us a story about when he bought The Faust Tapes, it was on sale for 49p. He brought that particular record home when he was about 15 years old and he was eating his dinner with his Mum and Dad playing The Faust Tapes and them wondering what the hell he was listening to, they couldn’t get their head around this record that was chopped to bits.

Q: How has your experience of touring the UK been? First 1995 tour dates above (there was at least one that is not listed, Bristol’s Loco on 30th April with TW).

A: The first UK tour with Trumans Water was amazing, we only had to turn up and play, there was no pressure on us and any time we played with Cornershop it was the same deal. Even if there wasn’t many people we didn’t get so downhearted seeing as weren't the headline band.

On the second UK tour we tried to say to Roadrunner, it’s like this, putting us on a headliner is madness, try and get us on with not even a big band, just a band that 50 or 60 people will turn up to see. There were offers there to play with The Supreme Dicks but Roadrunner wouldn’t front us the money, they said it was pointless bringing us to London for 2 or 3 shows, but then they funded the British tour where we played to no-one for two weeks, apart from the Cornershop gigs. Cornershop were saying it was a bad time of year to tour as students were on holidays. 

We went to Hull and played with Trumans and it was amazing, the audience were animals, just wrecking the place. We go there two months later and its dead, drive into town and it’s a ghost-town. I’m not making that as an excuse because even if the town was all hustle and bustle we still would have only got about 20 people cause no-one knew us. 

At least when we went back the second time, even to have three new songs to bring back to England, we had ‘Marshmallow’, we had ‘Riotman’ and ‘Hotel Cash’. To us that was like bringing gold in your pocket, these aren't off Chicks, these are just new songs. 

The second 1995 UK tour dates.

Q: Tell me more about playing with The Fall in London.

A: In March 1995 we played a beautiful little gig (The Forum) supporting Mr. Mark E. Smith and The Fall on his request or so we were led to believe and we were honoured. That was like the icing on the cake for us and when they came to Dublin (Mean Fiddler) in December they asked for us again. I mean what can we say. We were all too chicken to speak to him. We all had this idea that he was the most arrogant, most unbelievably difficult person to even get two words out of and that’s what scared us off.  We were like we wanted to say hello and I wanted to tell him I though This Nation is one of the best records I’ve heard from any British band. That’s the sort of stuff I wanted to say to the guy but when I approached him I think I mumbled, ‘How-a-yi’ in my worst Dublin accent and scurried up the stairs, hoping he wouldn’t say something sarcastic. When I caught up with Anto and Graham I was hanging out of them saying I’d just met Jesus Christ, like I’d had tea with John Lennon or something. Mark E. Smith said hello to me was my claim to fame for the rest of the day. The gig was great. We were real nervous before. If there’s any band you need as role models it’s The Fall, keep their ethics.

Q: Talk about your UK dates with Scotland’s Pilotcan in Jan/Feb 1997. Pic from Scotland above, by Kieron Mellotte.

We played 6 gigs in 11 days. The better shows were in Edinburgh and London (Camden Falcon). We’ve never really been able to get it together in Scotland, the gigs we played there in ‘95 were bad, both tours. We played with Pilotcan, we knew them from the first tour when we slept on Keiron, from the bands, floor. He puts on gigs, we slept on the same floor as Jon Spencer. He was telling us that Deus had stayed in his flat before us and that they were mad. They were all real quiet, if they weren’t out drinking they’d just be sitting around or you’d find them reading a book. They all kept talking their own language and then laughing. Kieron and all his mates would  be sitting there freaked, up the wall, he’s got  a bunch of Belgians having their own private jokes in his flat (laughs).

Stuart from Mogwai got up at the Attic in Edinburgh and played a Smog track, ‘I Break Horses’. He did it amazing, just him and guitar, he did one or two Mogwai tracks as well, the best thing that happened that night. That was the Pilotcan single launch, it was a mad night. We were all on magic mushrooms and we were going back the next day. We fell asleep listening to the Modern Lovers, amazing album, like the Velvets.

Live review from Melody Maker for first UK tour

A: Any more thoughts?

We never thought in a million years that Cornershop would work with us or even Lo Recordings wanting to put our stuff out on compilations and that. It’s staggering to us, it mightn't mean a great deal to a lot of people but it’s what we always wanted to do. Our aim is to bombard the planet with as much stuff as we can.

A few more live adverts

Wormhole and a few other Irish bands played at the 1995 Phoenix festival (get your glasses out to find them all!)

I travelled to see them play at The Garage and then joined them on the road for the next show the following night at Bristol’s Loco supporting Trumans Water. We travelled back the same night to the comforts of The Florence aka Hotel Cash in London’s King Cross.

Stephen Rennicks

[allyreactions]

BTS reacts to their S/O’s secret singing/rapping skills

pairing: bts x reader

warnings: language

genre: fluff

a/n: im not sure what “views in dna” means so if you dont mind i’ll ignore that sorry

gender neutral

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kim seokjin

He would find it beautifully amazing. He wouldn’t see it coming, arriving late home from work to find his song “Epiphany” blasting from the speakers, coming from your shared room. He walked towards the door, a tired smile on his face, which then fade away when he caught a familiar voice joining his. But this voice was almost angelical, almost unreal. He stood there by the door, watching with an amazed expression his significant other singing, oblivious to his shocked boyfriend. 

“Ya~!” he said, shaking you from your phase “you sing so well!”

min yoongi

He never imagined it would go this way. He was immersed in finishing his solo album, Agust D. He was almost there, he just needed his best reviewer to see if the album was going well. That’s where you appear, his significant other. You were listening to every song, sometimes two or three times to have a full review. It was going well, until So Far Away. You heard his rap entirely, from beginning to end. But you felt something was missing, something to contrast his raspy voice. So you proposed.

“What if you add something else in here?” you pointed at the screen “Maybe something like another voice? I mean, instead of you singing the chorus, why not have someone else? Like this”

You sang the chorus, eyes closed to concentrate. You opened them and looked over to your boyfriend, to find him smiling sweetly at you.

“Since when do you have such a beautiful voice?” you blushed, shrugging.

He later asked his friend Suran to join his song, following your advice.

jung hoseok

He was proud as fuck. His little significant other, who he always saw as a shy quiet person, ended being one of the best rappers he ever met. He found out while practising for Mic Drop. He had just been taught the choreography, and it was getting hard to concentrate. He kept saying you watching him made him nervous, but he didn’t want to admit he just couldn’t get it. Luckily for him, you were there, his biggest fan. Since you learn the choreography quite fast, you helped him (weird, i know). You stood by his side, looking at him through the window, and did the dance moves he had to do while rapping.

“Babe it’s not that hard, look at me” you pointed at the mirror and began unconsciously rapping while dancing. You stopped when you reached V’s part (since he already knew the dance steps for the chorus) and  looked at him, hoping he understood you more than he understood the choroegrapher. For your surprise, he was frozen. You were confused, his expression new to you.

“H-How...when...how...?” he pointed at you, stuttering every word. You laughed, more confused than before “Since when are you such a rapper? You do it better than I do!” you smiled fondly, shrinking at his words

kim namjoon

I mean, he was thankful he found out you sang so well. He still couldn’t believe the perfect voice you had. He found out when he showed you Singularity. He knew about your close friendship with Taehyung, and thought you could help him and check if your friend would like it. You put those big headphones one and concetrated on the rhythm. You grabbed the sheet of paper with the lyrics, and suddenly began singing, not realizing someone could hear you. You focused on doing the deepest voice you could, to try and match Tae’s voice. Meanwhile, Namjoon’s face kept changing, from surprise to admiration, completely in love with your voice.

“Jagi~ That voice!” he said as soon as you put the headphones down “I might as well just give the song to you!” you grinned, covering your blushed face with your hands

park jimin

(stREAM PROMISE OK?)

Oh god how much you loved Promise. You didn’t care it was your boyfriend’s song, it was a whole bop and the whole world knew it. You were a slut for it, you couldn’t stop listening to it. You listened to it so much you already learnt the lyrics. So you thought of learning the guitar’s chords. You sat down, grabbed Jin’s guitar (that you never gave back) and practised, softly singing the lyrics as you tried the chords. Little did you know, that night your boyfriend arrived earlier from rehearsal, and was received by a sweet voice singing his self-written song. He could feel tears forming in his eyes, the biggest smile on his face as he approached the room.

“Jagiya, that is so beautiful, you sing like the most beautiful angel!” he cried as he jump on top of you and filled your face with kisses. 

kim taehyung

He was speechless. Never had he thought that a playful night jumping around the living room in your jammies and jamming to old BTS songs would end in him finding out about your amazing talent. Right then he became your number one fan, while until that moment it was the other way around. And he couldn’t lie, it was turning him on, watching you yell every word of Cypher pt 3 as if you owned the song. 

“Damn babe, have you always been this hot?” he would flirt, while raising an eyebrow at you

“Rapping turns you on?” you copied his expression, loving when you could play around with him “You should tell Yoongi...” you laughed, when suddenly he had jumped on top of you, making you both fall to the couch, as he attacked her neck...

jeon jungkook

“You know he’s so beautiful, maybe you will never know” you sang softly, bopping your head to the beat of Peach. 

You had to admit your boyfriend made you a huge fan of IU. You didn’t share the same type of love towards the female soloist, but you loved her songs. Her voice matched a lot to Kook’s, you always thought. They could both calm you down when you weren’t feeling well, like it was the case today. You had a fight with your boss, and you were very stressed and nervous, scared of losing your job. So you were curled up in bed, letting the music make its effect in you.

When your boyfriend arrived home, he first was shocked, hearing your singing voice clearly for the first time. He loved it, it was perfect to his ears. But when he found you upset in bed, his expression suddenly changed, and he was quickly by your side, joining in the singing, managing to fully calm you down.

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Hope you liked it!

~Admin Anto

[bookenders]

Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I have a short with these 3 words: brothers, post-apocalypse and dust?

Thanks so much @writingonesdreams​! You sure as heck can, my friend.

Let’s do something a little bit… different, hm?

[all images in this post are straight lines for line breaks]

The end times had always been a myth, even when the world was swept clean of its towers that scraped the sky and arcing electrical towers and bubbling power plants. The only difference was that before, it was a warning.

Now, it was a shard of hope.

Anthony hefted his katana and shuffled across a barren desert, dust kicking up in his wake. There was none one around for miles and miles. High above, the fading sun, now a low flicker-doomed orange, baked the ground like a buttered cookie sheet.

And Anthony was the cookie. A chocolate chip cookie.

His favorite.

“They say no one can cross this desert alive,” Anthony called into the red-rock void. “They never met me.”

“Never tell me the odds!” cried a voice from far ahead, carried by the harsh blow-dryer wind.

The voice’s silhouette bobbed on the distant horizon and waved a hand back and forth, forefinger and thumb extended, their other hand holding their curled fingers. “Pew, pew!” they shouted.

“Danny” the lone hero cried, stamping his foot into the crunchy sand, “you’re ruining it!”

But Danny pretended he couldn’t hear him over the sound of how awesome his blaster gun was.

“Danny!” The lone hero stomped over to the slightly shorter man, his stride eating up the dusty miles between them like a fruit-by-the-foot. Anthony stopped right in front of Danny and whipped his fancy cowboy hat off and smacked him with it. “You’re supposed to wait for me to say ‘who’s that way out there.’ And Star Wars doesn’t exist in this universe!”

Danny scoffed and aimed his now more awesome blaster at Anthony’s face. “Yes it does, Star Wars exists in every universe. You’re just jealous I have a blaster and you didn’t think of it.”

Anthony whacked Danny’s hand out of his face, mindful of the katana in his other hand. “I would’ve if we were playing Star Wars, not apoclypse.”

“Nuh-uh,” Danny said, sticking his tongue out at his slightly older brother.

“Yeah-huh,” Anthony replied.

“Mom!”

The sliding glass door to the kitchen opened and Christine Taylor poked her head out, hair tied up in a ponytail and a smudge of marinara sauce on her cheek.

“No, I don’t wanna hear it, you two. Figure it out or you’re both coming in early.”

“No!” the brothers cried from the sandbox.

“Then figure it out,” Christine said, and disappeared back into the house.

Anthony and Danny stood opposite each other in the sand, Anthony just a few centimeters taller than his slightly younger brother, and mimed cracking their knuckles, hero-style.

“No blasters.”

“Yes blasters, no desert.”

“Yes desert, it can be Tatooine, and no blasters.”

Danny squinted at him, tilting his head in vague suspicion.

“Yes Tatooine, no blasters, and we’re both Jedi. And we both have katanas,” he said, then stuck out his hand.

Anthony mulled over the terms, shifting his weight in the sand, feeling it crunch under his boots. With a wily grin and a tilt of his hat, he shook his brother’s hand.

All at once, the heat of the empty desert struck their skin, baking them golden brown and hungry for battle.

Jedi Masters Anto Jarvi and Dano Solo faced each other, the dusty wind kicking up the hems of their robes, and charged across the wastes, saber-katanas in hand, to fight to the first cry of uncle.

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Come Home - Cristiano Ronaldo

For the Anon who requested CR7, I hope you like it! I got a little carried away with the length (as usual). 

“Cris, you know I have nothing to hide from you. If you want to say something, just say it.” She was exasperated because he clearly had something on his mind, but he wouldn’t spit it out.

“Do you have feelings for Antoine?” She was stunned by the question, definitely not expecting it.

When they had first met, Genevieve was at the Santiago Bernabéu as Antoine’s guest. The two had been best friends since her father got her a job with the legal team in Atletico, 4 years ago. Her father -Laurent- was a well known lawyer in Europe, and she was trying to follow in his footsteps. When she met Antoine they had instantly bonded, with her family being from Lyon itself.

However, her nephew (much to her dismay) was a die-hard Madridista. So when he had begged her to take him to watch the famous derby, she couldn’t say ‘no’. She met Cristiano after the game. Junior had been sitting alone that day because Dolores had returned to Portugal for a funeral, and even though Cristiano knew it was a risk, he had trusted security with his son’s safety because there was no one else who could look after him at the time.

That ended up being a mistake, or a blessing depending on how you looked at it, because in the rush to leave the stadium after the match, Junior got lost in the crowd. Genevieve and her nephew -Michel- had been the ones to find him, and even though he was wary of the stranger asking to help him, he had accepted her hand as she weaved them through the crowd. He got along well with Michel and had easily led them to the change rooms - he had been there so many times that he knew the stadium better than most grown men.

So Genevieve had met Cristiano, and the two boys became close friends. The more they saw each other, the more often Cristiano would see Via (as Junior had nicknamed her) and the closer they became as well. It didn’t take long for him to ask her on a date, and they seemed to understand each other perfectly.

But when it came to her friendship with Antoine, the two were inseparable, and that was something Cristiano did not like. She had reassured Cristiano many times, but he had always been jealous that the Frenchman knew more about his own girlfriend than he did.

“He’s my best friend, but that’s all he is. There’s no romantic feelings between us at all. You already know that.” She was honest, and it bothered her that he kept questioning this.

“And in the past?” He clenched his fists when he noticed her brows twitch down. She usually did it when she was thinking about how to approach a certain situation.

“Does it honestly matter?” She nervously bit her lip, and he knew straight away that there had been something there, if there wasn’t still something there.

“It does to me.”

“Okay, well…we slept together once.”

“What?”

She sighed at his surprised and borderline enraged tone.

“I said-”

“I know what you said.” He snapped, interrupting her. “Why am I only just hearing about it now?”

He was beyond angry at the revelation, mentally cursing the Frenchman to the deepest pits of hell. But at the moment there was only one person to take that anger out on, and seeing as she was partly at fault, he had no problem doing so.

“I didn’t think it was relevant. It was only once, and over four years ago-”

“You didn’t think it was relevant?” He chuckled without humour, and she winced at how condescending it sounded. “My girlfriend spends most of her time hanging around a man she’s had sex with, and you think that’s okay?”

“Wait a minute, do you think I’m cheating on you? With Antoine?” She asked incredulously. It was an insinuation that hurt more than anything, if there was one thing she’d never condone no matter the circumstances, it was cheating.

“What else am I supposed to think?”

“Are you out of your mind? I would never-” Their shouting match was cut short when she noticed movement behind Cristiano. Her face soften when she saw Junior’s frightened face, and watery eyes.

“Junior, mon petit chou…why don’t you go back to bed, your papai will be up in a minute.” Junior hesitantly nodded and quickly ran away.

Cristiano didn’t know why it made him angry to hear how considerate and soothing she was being with his son, but he lashed out anyway.

“Don’t tell him what to do, you’re not his mother.” She looked as though he had physically struck her, and stepped back away from him.

It was a combination of factors that had hit her.

Thoughts of her own mother being the most dominant. Her family was torn apart because of her mother’s infidelity, and that was the prime reason she hated cheaters. That’s not to say that she hated her mother, she had never met the woman after all, but she knew that Cristiano was unknowingly putting them both in the same category by labelling her a 'cheater’.

Then there was the fact that he apparently thought she wasn’t even allowed to talk to his son. She had been looking after him whenever she could. She had taken him to matches, both his own and to watch his father play, she had taken him shopping, to the park, anywhere and everywhere that the boy had wanted to go, she even picked him up from school whenever Cris couldn’t. She would have literally done anything for him.

She had done more for the little boy in 4 months, than his last 3 girlfriends combined, and she wouldn’t deny that she had come to love him in that time. No, he wasn’t her own child, but she didn’t think that Cris would so blatantly disregard all she had done for him.

He was still mad, but seeing the hurt expression on her face forced him to turn his back to her. He didn’t enjoy seeing it on her face, and knowing it was his fault made it even worse. So he did the only thing he could think of, and only later would he realise how stupid it had been.

“Just go. Leave.”

With the tears finally spilling onto her cheeks, and Cristiano still not facing her, Gen had grabbed her handbag off of the sofa, and quickly made her way out the front door without a sound. His eyes clamped shut beneath his furrowed brows as soon as he heard the familiar engine start.

And then she was gone.

It was almost 10 o’clock at night when a frantic knock came from Antoine’s door. His dark brows furrowed in confusion, wondering who would be around at this time of night. He paused his game of FIFA, and walked over to the entrance.

The moment the door swung open, he was attacked.

Well, not attacked. But his visitor had practically thrown herself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly as if he’d disappear at any moment. It only took a moment to realise it was Gen, and he held her tight when he heard the gasping sound of her breathing and the sniffles as her face burrowed into his neck.

He had no idea what was going on, but he had never seen her like this. Her body was shaking in his arms, and the protective instinct within him hit full force. Who in their right mind had hurt her this way? Who ever it was would be dying a painful death, that was for sure.

Anto loosened his hold on her, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of her face and tilting it back so that he could finally inspect her. He would have cringed at the red puffiness of her eyes, the few strands of hair that stuck to her wet face, and the way her lips wobbled -but he was far too angry for that.

“Genevieve, ma belle…who did this to you?” He had kept his tone quiet and calm, but he was raging beneath the surface. Still, he knew that if he made his anger known, she’d be hesitant to tell him what had happened. She wouldn’t want him to do anything, and they both knew he would get in trouble for his impulsiveness if he did.

“H-he said…he th-thought I,” she sniffled loudly, exhaling a shaky breath before continuing. “I would never…I’m not like her…I’m not.” She broke down after that, and he let go of her crumpling face so that she could return it to the crook of his neck, gently stroking her hair.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out who ‘he’ was, and it was even easier to figure out who ‘her’ was. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Portuguese forward hurt her. It wasn’t in his nature to hold onto the same woman for long, but Antoine had genuinely thought he had grown to love Genevieve.

“Shhh…it’s okay. I promise, it’ll be okay.”

“H-he s-said-“

“I know, Gen…and if he honestly thinks so little of you, then he can stay as far away as possible.”

“B-but I, I love h-him…”

Antoine's heart broke for his best friend.

Although it pained him to see her like this, he was slightly glad it had happened sooner rather than later. He already knew that Gen was in love with the man, but he really didn’t deserve her. Cristiano hardly knew how to hold onto a serious relationship, but Anto hadn’t wanted to ruin it for her by telling her of the man’s obvious commitment issues.

Seriously though? Genevieve cheating? It was a ridiculous idea. It was as if Cristiano was looking for any old reason to end his relationship with her, and he had used the stupidest one. Did he not know her at all?

So the Atlético forward stood there for another ten minutes until she became sleepy, stroking his best friend’s hair soothingly, and promising himself that he’d never let the man hurt her like this again.

Never.

As per usual, the media had instantly jumped at the opportunity to gossip when they realised that Gen hadn’t been to one of his games in weeks, nor had they been seen together in just as long. Everyone was questioning whether or not they were still together, or whether they had moved on to other people. It was something that hurt him to even think about.

But that wasn’t the worst part of it.

Junior had been asking when 'Via' would be 'coming home’. He had probably missed the woman more than his father, which was saying something. There was no one else -other than his grandmother- who he liked to spend time with.

Ah yes, his grandmother.

Maria Dolores dos Santos Aveiro was not happy with him. She had called him after seeing an article speculating the shattering of his relationship with Genevieve, and he could tell that she was unhappy with the thought.

So he had lied to her. He lied to his mother…the most important woman in his life.

“Cristiano? What is this I hear about you and Genevieve? Why are they saying you are no longer together?”

Cris shrugged, even though she couldn’t see him through the phone.

“I don’t know, mãe. She is a busy woman, and I can’t always see her when I want. The media is being dramatic again.” He bit his lip, struggling to force the lie past his lips. The line was silent for a moment, and he almost sighed in relief when she didn’t interrogate him further.

“Okay…well then, how about my grandson? Hand him the phone, I want to talk to my little man.” She always sounded so excited to hear from the boy, and it brought a genuine smile to his face.

Of course, things had gone downhill from there.

Cristiano should have known that his mother wouldn’t have left it alone. Instead she had used Junior’s sweet naivety to find out whether or not Gen had been around. The boy had told her about the yelling he had heard, before Gen told him to head upstairs, and then his grandma had politely asked him to hand the phone back to his father.

She proceeded to not-so-politely ask Cristiano what was going on, settling for using his full name in order to emphasise just how mad she was.

“Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro! How dare you lie to your mother!” He cringed at the tone of her voice.

“You tell me what happened, right now!”

And he did. He told her exactly what had happened, and Dolores rolled her eyes when she realised that her son was more of a caveman than a 21st century footballer. She knew he was possessive and that he was impulsive, but she had expected him to be more understanding by this age.

He was 31 now, and even though Irina had been his longest relationship, Dolores had a good feeling about Genevieve. The girl had a good head on her shoulders, and she made both her son and grandson very happy. She could see the way Junior lit up whenever his Via visited him, and seeing the same happiness on the French woman’s face was enough to reassure Dolores that she would make a wonderful mother one day.

Something that she hadn’t truly seen in Cristiano’s previous girlfriends. That’s not to say that Irina hadn’t liked Junior. She definitely did…but it sometimes seemed as if she was forcing herself to spend time with him, not because she wanted to, but because it was expected of her.

Gen just loved the boy.

So maybe Dolores had hoped that this relationship would be a little more…permanent. Cristiano needed a good woman in his life and Junior needed a mother.  

But 3 weeks had passed by, and Cristiano hadn’t even made an attempt to approach his now ex-girlfriend. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He’d sit at home with Junior, wallowing in self-pity and waiting for her to burst through the door with a grand apology.

But he knew that was a ridiculous thing to be waiting for, for multiple reasons.

Firstly, after thinking for a long while, he had realised that she didn’t really have anything to apologise for. Sure, she slept with Antoine once upon a time -it still pissed him off to even think about the French pretty boy seeing her so exposed…and not just seeing-ugh. Disgusting.

Back to the point. She had sex with Antoine. But it was so long before they had started dating that it probably shouldn’t have bothered him so much, not to mention that he himself had a long list of past lovers. It still would have been nice to know. But Cristiano knew he was possessive, and the green-eyed monster had reared its ugly head and he couldn’t see past it. It ate him alive, knowing she was still spending time with the Frenchman, while he didn’t know the other man’s motives. He knew that for some reason women adored Antoine Griezmann, and Genevieve was no exception.

What if Antoine didn’t want to be 'just friends’? What if he wanted more, and what if she realised it and ended up wanting the same thing?

Cristiano knew it was a foolish thought. She loved him, he could see it. It was clear in the way she looked at him -because yes, he did pay attention to the little things- with an adoration that he hadn’t seen before. It wasn’t the typical lustful and sultry glance he was used to. It was a look so soft and full of love that he doubted he’d ever need to hear those words come out of her mouth. He knew.

Genevieve didn’t look at anyone like that. Not Antoine, only him.

He’d see it in the way she’d jump through hoops to make his son happy. Junior was more shy than most children, and maybe that was because he was so isolated from the world, considering Cris didn’t want the media bothering him. But he had never seen the boy take to anyone as quickly as he had taken to Genevieve.

Even the first time they had met, when Cristiano was losing his mind thinking the boy had gone missing, Junior had allowed the woman to hold his hand as she led him to his father. That in itself showed he had trusted her, because he knew very well to never trust a stranger. But Cris was grateful that he had in that instance.

And then of course, he could see it in the way she tried to make him happy, as if everything she already did for him wasn’t enough. She’d go to his games as often as she could, and had even -very reluctantly- donned a Real Madrid shirt with his name on it, despite being a rival fan. He knew that was sinful in her opinion, but it only showed him how supportive she was of him. She would babysit Junior while he was at training, and even spent time with his mother.

He counted a grand total of ex-girlfriends who had willingly gone out of their way to spend time with his mother. Zero.

Yes, he knew that she loved him, and that she would never intentionally do anything to hurt him.

So why hadn’t he approached her yet?

Because he was -for the first time- terrified of what she would say to him. What if his harsh words had been enough to drive her away permanently? What if she no longer wanted anything to do with him? Or what if, god forbid, someone else had already swooped in on a newly single Genevieve and she was moving on from him.

Hmm…no. He had doubted that was possible after only 3 weeks, but she was too good to go unnoticed.

Still, he was being a coward, and that had never happened before. So he had wracked his brain, wondering why he was all of a sudden acting like a fool and waiting around for her, and he could only come up with one answer.

He was scared to lose her for good.

Why?

Because he loved her…and he was done waiting.

Antoine didn’t bother suppressing the annoyed groan that left his throat as soon as he noticed who was at the door. His pale eyes glared at the older man, earning an eye roll in return.

“I get it...you don’t like me. I don’t like you either, but I’m not here for you.”

The Frenchman scoffed at his rudeness, but understood that Cristiano was probably still a little bitter about a certain revelation. They had never liked each other, but it was more than that now.

“What do you want?” His tone was a mix of bored and angry, and it reassured Cris that this wouldn’t be an easy conversation.

“I want to talk to Genevieve.”

“Why?”

“I want to apologise…I’ve come to terms with it."

“Really?” Antoine cocked a disbelieving brow. “So you’re okay with the fact that I had sex with your girlfriend? Took her virginity, in fact.”

Cristiano’s jaw clenched in time with his fists. “Why are you doing this?”

He truly couldn’t tell why Antoine was intentionally trying to provoke him. Did he enjoy rubbing it in his face? The virginity fact was new, and it only added fuel to the fire.

“Because I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you, just like you hurt her.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“I don’t care.” Cristiano looked surprised that he interrupted him, Antoine wasn’t usually one for confrontation. “I don’t care if you didn’t mean it, or that it was said in the heat of the moment.” He shook his head, raking a hand through his fluffy hair as he remembered his best friend coming to him in tears.

“Have you ever wondered why Gen doesn’t speak about her mother?”

Cristiano’s brows twitched down for a second in thought. He had never paid much attention to it before, but now that Antoine mentioned it, he had only ever heard of her father -Laurent.

“Her mother cheated on Laurent. When he found out, he made sure that she would never see Genevieve again…she tore their family apart, and Gen will never forgive her for that.”

It felt as if a stone had settled in Cristiano’s stomach, and he guiltily looked away from Antoine’s judgemental stare.

“You accused her of being the type of person she’s spent her whole life hating.” Antoine’s teeth ground together, before he spoke up once more.

“So, no. I don’t care that you got jealous over a drunken one-night stand that happened before we even became friends. I do care about my best friend coming home in tears, as if someone had ripped the heart out of her chest."

“I love her.”

“What?”

“I said, I love her. It’s why I am here…to tell her.”

“You’ve never told her that before.” Antoine mused quietly, he sounded like he was thinking aloud.

“How do you even know that?”

“I’m her best friend, she tells me things.” The Frenchman shrugged, as if that was all the explanation he needed to give.  

“Okay, whatever.” Cristiano shook his head in exasperation. “Is she here?”

Antoine shook his head negatively, still deciding whether or not to trust the older man with his best friend’s heart. It hadn’t really worked out too well the first time. Sensing that Antoine wasn’t going to help him much, Cristiano sighed in annoyance.

“Look, if you want me to beg, fine. I need to see her, Antoine. I need her. Please.”

Antoine huffed out a breath, clenching his jaw as his pale eyes studied the desperate look on Cristiano’s face. He never thought he would see the -usually confident- man reduced to this. But it reassured him that maybe he was being genuine.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where is she?” Cris was getting sick of this. But he had misunderstood Antoine’s meaning, and the Frenchman quickly cleared it up when he realised.

“No, I meant that she’s not in Spain.”

Cris shook his head in confusion. He hoped to god that she hadn’t left the country because of his mistake. But she was too strong for that. She wouldn’t let some man come between her life like that.

“She’s in Paris.” Antoine frowned deeply as he continued, and was surprised to see Cristiano’s expression mirroring his own. “Her father is in hospital, they don’t know what the problem is yet but she landed two days ago.”

Cris nodded slowly at the information, wondering how he could get to Paris, especially considering he had a flight in a few hours and a match the next day. Not just any match too, the Champions League final - against the man who was currently glaring at him.

“Thank you…for telling me.” Antoine’s furrowed brows relaxed, but he pinned Cristiano with a hard glare.

“If you hurt her again-”

“I won’t-”

“If you do…I’ll make sure she hates you for the rest of her life. And Cristiano? The only other person to hurt her like this was her mother. She hasn’t seen her in 23 years. You hurt her this time, and neither will you.”  

With that said, he practically slammed the door shut in Cristiano’s face for dramatic effect. He froze momentarily, feeling a little proud at his defence of his friend, but he had no doubt that Cristiano could kick down the door and beat him up for slamming it in his face.

Anto smirked triumphantly when he heard the older man’s footsteps retreating from his door.

The flight to Paris was a blur.

Not 24 hours ago he was hoisting the Champions League trophy in the air, and now he was on his way to see if he could salvage the most important relationship he had ever been involved in. The lady at the reception had stared at him with wide eyes, and despite not being allowed to reveal patient information to someone who wasn’t directly related, he had managed to nag her into telling him what room Laurent was in.

He didn’t even know if Genevieve was there in the first place, but he knew she loved her father too much to leave his bedside.

And there she was, asleep on the small couch that sat adjacent to Laurent’s bed. Had he been paying more attention to anyone but Via, he would have noticed that the older man was in fact awake. Instead, he gently scooped her up and out of her uncomfortable position, cradling her to his chest as he sat down. She groaned quietly at the disruption, but was quick to settle and rest her head on his chest comfortably.

“You hurt her.”

Cristiano almost flinched when Laurent’s voice cut through the quiet rhythmic beeping of machines. It wasn’t a question, and Cristiano was honest with the man. He had never met Laurent before and this was technically his first impression, so he knew it was best to be honest.

“I did.” He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor in shame.

“But you love her.”

“I do.” He paused for a moment, knowing that if anyone knew the answer to his next question, it would be the man before him. “Will she forgive me?” It was asked quietly, and Laurent could hear the carefully masked fear in the footballer’s voice.

“That is a question only she can answer.” Cris gnawed at his lip nervously, staring down at her tired features. She was still so beautiful, even without the care she usually took on her own appearance. “But, if it makes you feel better…I think she will.”

Cristiano’s brown orbs shot back up to her father, and the Frenchman could see the spark of hope in them. “Really?”

Laurent nodded slightly before elaborating. “When she was old enough to understand why her mother had ‘left’, Genevieve vowed to never see the woman again. She never wanted to meet her, or know her. When my daughter is hurt, as childish as it may be, she will do whatever it takes to avoid whoever hurt her.”

“Sir…sorry, but how is that meant to make me feel better?” He felt awkward talking to Laurent. The man was intimidating and more importantly, he was Gen’s dad. Cris tried remaining as respectful as possible, knowing that Gen care for her father’s opinion just as much as he cared for his own mother’s.

Laurent chuckled tiredly.

“In all the time I have known my daughter, I’ve never seen her happier to watch Real Madrid play, than she was last night when you lifted that Champions League trophy.”

Cristiano perked up, hope swelling in him at the news that she had watched the game, and was happy for him. They had played against Atlético after all, her favourite team and her best friend.

“She loves you, Cristiano. That much I do know.” The footballer nodded slowly, and he could tell by Laurent’s hushed voice and slow response, that he was about to fall asleep. But before his medicine induced nap hit him, he managed to squeeze out a few final words.

“But if you hurt her again…you’ll be dealing with me…”

He tried not to jerk away when her nose bumped into his neck, tickling him and inhaling deeply at the same time. He felt her still for a moment, and his stomach shook in silent laughter while she sniffed him making the same rapid sounds his dog usually would. Surely she couldn’t identify him by scent alone…

“Nnuugh…Cris.” He grinned with a small blush as she pulled her head back to meet his gaze with squinting eyes. She smiled dreamily at him, and burrowed her head back into the crook of his neck like a small child.

His fingers gently raked through her hair, knowing that she loved the feeling. She sighed happily at his actions and pressed a small kiss to his neck that did nothing to help the new problem in his pants. It had been almost 4 weeks without her, and just holding her close was enough to make desire shoot through him.

“That feels nice…” He almost cocked a brow, but then he realised she wasn’t talking about that, but rather the hand stroking her hair. “But I’m still yelling at you later.”

He chuckled quietly. “As long as you come back home, that’s okay with me.”

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Tales from the Holodeck: DS9 Fanfic: Caitlin’s Teleplay

In celebration of A Star to Steer Her By’s fourth anniversary, we did what pretty much all theaters are doing right now and put together a little Zoom reading. This time around, our latest fanfics in our “Tales from the Holodeck” series are all Deep Space Nine teleplays that you can listen to us cold read here (this one starts at 2:51), complete with really dodgy attempts at accents! Follow along with Caitlin’s teleplay below or read with your friends with your own dodgy accents!

[images © Paramount/CBS]

“Constable Odo Day!”

By Caitlin

Random pick: Odo

Scene 1 - the promenade. Odo enters to see, to his surprise, that garish decorations had bloomed there overnight, proclaiming “Happy Constable Odo Day!’ 

ODO: (displeased Odo sound – you know the one, Jake)

SISKO: Constable! I see you’ve found our surprise – isn’t it wonderful? Happy Constable Odo Day!

ODO: (uncomfortable) Yes, wonderful… But I don’t approve of all of these fire hazards on my promenade... 

SISKO: (chuckling) I assure you, all necessary precautions have been taken. Besides, it’s a station-wide holiday – we’re giving you the day off, and we have lots of surprises in store for you!

ODO: (annoyed Odo sound)

KEIKO enters, walks quickly to ODO and SISKO, grabbing the Constable’s arm.

KEIKO: Odo, I’m glad I got to you fir- … well, second! Come see what the children have done for Constable Odo day!

ODO: (incredulous) How is it possible, with ALL of my contacts, that I didn’t hear ANYTHING about this?

SISKO: I don’t know if this will make you feel better, or worse – but it required a little help from Morn.

ODO: I’m impressed – I wouldn’t expect Morn of all people to be able to keep a secret!

Scene 2 - KEIKO’s classroom. The students have been busy with Odo-themed art projects. DAX awaits within, holding a small, mostly featureless doll in a security uniform, made in ODO’s image.

DAX: (laughing) There’s the guest of honor! Happy Constable Odo Day, Odo.

ODO: I’m glad you are amused by this, Lieutenant.

DAX: Odo, don’t be such a grump! For one day, cut loose a little and have fun.

ODO: This may be hard to believe, but for me, my work IS fun, not all this being the center of attention…

KEIKO: (gushing) Surely even the Constable isn’t immune to the charms of all the student projects! Nalas created a beautiful portrait, Antos carved this wooden figurine... and Jake even wrote you this wonderful short story where you’re a 20th century private investigator – what they used to call a “private eye”...

ODO accepts the tablet containing Jake Sisko’s story.

ODO: (under his breath) Well, this, at least may have some merit… I uh, think I’ll return to my quarters so I can read this immediately. Thank you, Keiko, and all my thanks to your students as well. 

Before anyone can object, ODO exits. The rest follow behind, puzzled. After everyone has left, the little ODO doll springs to life, comically looking one way, then the next, before disappearing from our view.

Scene 3 - ODO’s chambers. Thinking he has escaped, briefly, ODO sits down and breathes a sigh of relief.

The doorbell rings.

ODO: (annoyed) ENTER.

KIRA enters. ODO leaps to his feet to greet her.

ODO: Major, what a pleasant surprise. Have you heard about this Constable Odo Day utter non-

KIRA: Of course I heard, that’s why I’m here. I know in spite of my d’jarra, my work isn’t much, but I made this to commemorate the day.

KIRA produces a small sculpture from behind her back; it looks like a melting popsicle. ODO accepts it, bemused.

ODO: Major, I don’t think I’ve ever been more touched. What… what is it?

KIRA: (blushing) Why, it’s you, Odo – at the time between humanoid Odo becoming… something else. It doesn’t look like much, but I put my heart into it.

ODO: I have never been so pleased by any gift. Thank you, Major.

ODO and KIRA gaze into each other’s eyes, until… the doorbell rings.

ODO: (actually really fucking annoyed) ENTER!

SISKO enters.

SISKO: There you are, Odo! Oh, Nerys, I didn’t know you’d be here – I hope I’m not interrupting anything.

ODO: (quickly) No, Captain, Major Kira was just bringing me this, uh, beautiful sculpture she made for me. For Constable Odo Day.

KIRA: (laughing) A Kira Nerys original, Captain.

SISKO: (also laughing) Another fine piece of work, Major. (Serious) Odo, I’m sure right now you must feel pretty overwhelmed with all of this – 

ODO: Yes sir, it has been most irregular and has really disturbed my schedule –

SISKO: Good, good! We really wanted you to enjoy the day!

Odo: (flat) Oh yes. It has been most... enjoyable.

SISKO: Well, we saved the best for last! 

KIRA: Second-best, I think you mean...

SISKO: ...yes, second-best, Major. I’m going to take you to a baseball game in the holosuites!

ODO: A baseball game in – (stops, defeated, seeing the excitement in Sisko’s eyes). Yes, sir, I can’t imagine anything I’d… enjoy more…

SISKO: I hoped you’d feel that way! 

SISKO hands ODO a London Kings baseball jersey.

SISKO: Here, get changed into this, and meet me at Holosuite 8 in 15 minutes! I have to go change!

Exit KIRA and SISKO. ODO studies the jersey Sisko has given him, concentrates for a moment, and shapeshifts so it looks like he’s wearing the jersey. He steps in front of a mirror to check his work.

ODO: Well, I certainly am getting better at clo-

BZZT! ODO is stunned with electricity from behind; we can see the taser-style weapon, but not who holds it. ODO falls unconscious, becomes ODO goo.

A hand reaches into shot to pick up the jersey; we hear a laugh as the scene fades.

Scene 4 - Quark’s 

Some time later…

ODO runs into Quark’s bar, looking a little wild. He is approached by O’BRIEN and BASHIR.

BASHIR: There’s the man of the hour – Happy Constable Odo Day!

ODO: Thank you, but I’m here on urg-

BASHIR: No urgent business today, Constable – come and have a pint with Miles and I, have a round of darts…

O’BRIEN: Yes, Constable, join us for one round of daerts! Who knows – you might like it?

ODO: No, I can’t right now – I really have to –

BASHIR: Constable, lighten up – we won’t keep you long – just a half-hour or so?

O’BRIEN: Aye, we just want a small chunk of your time…

ODO: You don’t understand – I have more important –

Enter: SISKO and… ODO?! Both wearing baseball caps, jerseys, holding pennants, and laughing gaily together.

SISKO: Somehow I just KNEW you would love baseball, Odo…

ODO 2: (A little too happily) Captain, I cannot think of anything I have ever enjoyed more... 

O’BRIEN notices the second ODO, does a spit take from his pint.

O’BRIEN: Jaysus! Odo – there’s two of you! 

BASHIR: Oh, dear. But which one is the real Odo?

O’BRIEN: (panic stricken) ‘Ow are we gonna tell ‘em apaert?

Quark enters, whistling, strips of latinum sticking out of his pockets, and carrying a tray laden with tiny buckets, full of shimmering golden liquid; approaches ODO 2.

QUARK: There you are, constable! You simply must try one of my limited-edition-commemorative-Constable-Odo-Day-Odo-bucket cocktails – just 1 strip of lat… Well, for you, I guess it’s on the house... But don’t get used to it.

ODO 2: How generous, Quark – thank you! (accepts drink, shoots it)

SISKO: (puzzled) Odo, I’ve seen your coffee trick, but I didn’t think you’d moved on to actually… ingesting food and drink? Perhaps I should have planned that banquet after all...

ODO: (enraged/bemused) I think if everything else wrong with this picture hasn’t clued you in, Doctor, that should answer your question – this impostor did an all right job of impersonating me, apparently enough to fool the Captain, but – can you imagine me being so pleasant to Quark, quaffing down one of his cheap gimmicks – or enjoying baseball?!

BASHIR: … Now that you mention it, no. 

FOUNDER 48Σπ7 (nee ODO 2): (transforms into other, oddly shaped humanoid Founder) Who would have thought, on a station so large, we would bump into each other like this?! Grah! (transports away. To where? Who cares!)

ODO: That’s what I was trying to tell you, while you two fools wouldn’t stop yammering about darts – there was another Founder on the station, wreaking who knows what kind of havoc and now they’ve escaped! (turning to Quark, rage building) And you! Using my… image… to make money? On Constable Odo Day?!

QUARK: (backing away, nervous) You know, Odo, you really should be thanking me – after all, it was my limited-edition-commemorative-Constable-Odo-Day-Odo-bucket mini cocktails that tipped everyone off that you weren’t… quite yourself today....

ODO: (frustrated) QUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!

-FIN-

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The L-Word.

I might be a tad young to be talking about love. Of course I'm naive and kind of oblivious, but I do know when I care about someone.

When I'm beside him, it's like I'm home. You are probably confused. What I mean by this is that I feel safe and loved. It sounds cheesy, I know.

The fact of the matter is that I don't feel as alone anymore. Before I would feel lonely, hopeless, worthless and a bunch of other negative emotions. I had been feeling like that for about three years until we met. It's easy to say that you can get over those thoughts, but no matter how hard I tried, a classmate insulted me and I was back at square one. Some nights I would cry hours on end with self-destructive thoughts on repeat. Somehow I got through it all, bullies, embaressment, everything. After the exam, I seemed more calm, but inside nothing had changed.

Two weeks later, he and I started texting. I hadn't fallen this hard for someone before. He was nice, funny, smart and a great person overall, he still is. After a week, I realised what had happened. We talked almost 24/7, we were best friends. We even flirted once in awhile and when my friend met him, she said she thought he liked me. I took a chance right before a big music festival, I bet you can guess what happened. He told me he wanted us to be just friends, I took a step back and said alright.

My heart was broken. Before the festival he had found out about some of my panic attacks, all based on toxic thoughts. The same day he had told me he didn't like me, he had made fun of those problems. I felt as though all happiness had been sucked out of my life. Thankfully some friends came from a different city and at the festival I stayed with them. On the second day of the festival I saw him, he had told me he didn't want to see me because he missed some of his ex-classmates. I didn't know how much more my heart could take. When we made eye-contact, he looked right through me and I knew exactly what I looked like, a wounded rabbit. He didn't say hello, I was ignored. All I wanted to do was cry, I kept repeating "How did I manage to mess this up? I'm an idiot."

That night I danced with some of my closest friends. I have to admit, that festival was the worst part of my summer. My best friend, Luca, from a different city, didn't spend any time with me. Thankfully he liked his birthday present from me.

After the festival, Tudor, the guy I liked, went to the sea and we eventually made up. We decided not to hug anymore and that continued up until October. I sort of put all my feelings in a little box and told myself to leave it alone. The rest of the summer we fought about two more times.

The worst one was right before I went to camp. He got mad at me, it was understandable, everything seemed to upset me. He was right. I apologised, but it wasn't enough. We didn't talk for a week then and I was constantly worried. All my friends at camp told me to calm down because if the friendship ended, it meant he was dumb, but I knew very well that I was the one in the wrong. I felt horrible.

Once I got back from camp, we had to go to the high school the both of us got into to choose our classes. We ended up choosing the same class, not having discussed it before. I secretly hoped he wouldn't be in the same class as me so that I wouldn't have to see him and remember everything I'd done. We began talking again, made up once more and went out together again as friends.

Once school started, we became closer than before. By the end of September, everyone in our class had seen how intelligent I was. I had the highest marks in my class. On the 29th of September, the two of us went to take pictures at an abandoned building, we laughed and talked, it was great. I remember one moment very clearly, I was sitting right at the edge of the building and if I were to fall, I would have died. He took a few pictures of me and then grabbed my arm and moved me away from the edge. He said he was scared I'd jump. This may seem out of place, but I'd had suicidal thoughts before meeting him and a few times after. We then took our time outside and went back to the bus stop, with a few interruptions. When we arrived at the bus stop, he got in the first bus to leave. I remember wanting to hug him so bad, we didn't though. It was a great day, honestly.

The next day I got extremely sick. Later on in the month, I went out with him, Anto (my best friend), Emi and Bîc. I took a lot of photos that day. After about 3 hours of hanging out with them, a tidal wave of self-destructive thoughts based on self-hatred hit me. I quickly became distant and quiet. At the end of the day, I remember wanting to cry. When everyone said goodbye, he wanted to hug me, but I didn't want to, I knew I'd start crying right then and there. So I rushed home, trying not to cry. The second I got home I ran up to my room and burst into tears. I hated myself so much then. He kept trying to call me, he didn't understand. I hadn't spiralled that far down in months. I talked a bit to my mom then, but I remember not wanting to do anything. He and I talked until late at night then. He calmed me down, but then I'd listen to a song (it wasn't even a sad song, Today I Saw The Whole World (acoustic version) by Pierce the Veil) and I'd start sobbing silently so he wouldn't hear. I would just repeat, "I can't even sing anymore, I've lost one of the few things that made me happy in this life." It went on like that for a while. On that day I decided not to eat. I didn't eat 24 hours because I both wasn't hungry and didn't want to.

Everything had culminated in that bout of self-hatred. It took me a few days to get over the majority of it. I had to keep myself out of my head. It was no easy task. I distracted myself with school, homework and my phone. I appreciated how he tried to help me, but it was my battle, it still is.

I began liking a different guy afterward, just because he acted nicely around me and was fairly good looking. I began talking to him, Mircea. We had similar taste in music and it was refreshing to meet someone like that. I still had those thoughts in my head, it was hard to go on.

Then the biggest fight I'd ever gotten into arose. Tudor and I fought. This time I knew it wasn't my fault. He insulted me after I had sent him a fairly sweet text. I told him not to talk to me for a while because I couldn't take it. It was a Wednesday when we fought. I blocked him on Messenger and ignored him in real life. I wanted to cry the whole time. It was horrible. My best friend, Anto, was so conflicted. I couldn't take it anymore. On Sunday night I texted him telling him he was an asshole. We made up that night and I had to calm him down. We went back to normal.

A few weeks after, we went out after school and walked through the city centre and talked. I had a horrible headache. We were extremely close then. We sat down at one point and he asked me, "Did you ever like me?" I was scared. I told him I did. He admitted that he liked me. He tried to kiss me, but I kept refusing, thinking of my best friend who liked him.

I needed time to think it over. My teeth were chattering because of the overwhelming amount of emotions and he was shaking out of the same reasons. Once I got home, I blasted Bring Me The Horizon as I cleaned my bookcase, thinking about him. Later on that night, I wrote down all the questions I needed answered. The two of us talked it out and I decided to risk it.

The next day we became an item, and no one but the two of us knew. He looked at me differently, it was a good different. The next week was nice, apart from one of the most destroying conversations I'd ever had with him. It was about school and studying. How I take everything for granted because I don't work so hard for good grades. How he was jealous of me because of that. How he hated me for being better than him at school. I told him to stop talking to me because once again I couldn't take it. I was on the verge of tears, I felt so broken then. I ignored his calls for an hour or so and his mom ended up texting me apologising for her son. He called me once more and that time I answered. He apologised, saying that he was close to tears and that it would pass.

A few days later, I went to a friend's house, we were in total eight girls. We ended up buying drinks and food. Every one of us had at least a sip of cider, a headache began after 3 sips for me and gave it to someone else. I texted him jokingly, telling him what had happened. He got upset and I wanted to cry. All the girls found out about the fight. They each began talking to him, I appreciated them so much. Someone took my phone and began talking to him and the rest of us were listening to music and singing. I almost cried singing to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. Later on, the girls found out that he and I were together. Honestly, their enthusiasm made me forget what had happened earlier. I ate too much chocolate and was all over the place, the girls ended up talking to him on the phone. It was one of the best nights of my life. We went to sleep at three in the morning and slept about five hours. I felt amazing with them.

The next day I found out that he was still mad at me. I did my best to make up with him. I didn't even know what to do. On Monday, we left the city with our class to go on a field trip. It was absolutely amazing. The two of us were basically inseparable. I know I began crying at one point.

It all started when I was sitting with my friends listening to music and talking about the late Chester Bennington. I sang with Ale Twenty One Pilots, thinking only about death. Then she began drinking a lot. She left the room and I stayed there listening to music. At one point Tudor knocked on the door, knowing I was there. He saw that something was off. Of course I wasn't okay, I was thinking of how one day my sister won't have an older sister. It broke me. We went back to my room to talk and I began crying. He held me in his arms and calmed me down. We kissed and talked and I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world. Later on, our teacher told everyone to go to sleep and Tudor and I texted each other. He was talking to Anto and he told her that he was crying because he missed me, or something like that, I didn't really understand since it was about midnight and once more I had had too much chocolate. He came to our room using the excuse that he had forgotten something in our room. In reality, he had come to see me once more. It was really sweet.

That night I stood up until three talking to Anto and laughing. The next day we went home, visiting a garden and a monastery on the way. We took over one thousand pictures during the trip, many with the two of us. Overall, it was amazing.

When I got home, my mom found out that he was my boyfriend and she was surprisingly calm about it.

Everything was alright once more. The last week was amazing and it was all okay. On Friday I stayed at home to get ready for a party and because I was exhausted. At the party the two of us danced and had a great time. It was amazing.

That was the story of the two of us from my point of view. He is one of the most amazing people I've ever met and I'm thankful to have him in my life.

Thank you.