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[thekissofaphrodite]

I Grew this for you, Ives.

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Demeter! Reader

Summary: Your secret meetup with your boyfriend, Luke, might have been interrupted by Percy Jackson.

Warnings: MakeUp...MAKEOUT- I MEAN. Language (Tell me if i missed one!)

Author's note: It might be kinda weird that the title doesn't match the summary but trust me, it's worth reading. + If you saw a fic from another blog the same as this i requested it and decided i wanna make the fic myself.

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New kid, New responsibility. You were known as being motherly towards every kid that stepped in Camp Half Blood. And Maybe, Just maybe, Percy Jackson considered you as his Camp Mom, It wasn't new for older campers seeing a new 12 year old boy follow you around and look up at you with big puppy eyes along with Grover's confused look, but oh well.

Ever since your Godly Mother, Demeter has claimed you, Luke has called you Ives since then. It all happened when three years ago, you ended up in Camp Half blood after your mortal father has been killed by a chimera, much to his sacrifice, You might have offered some small offerings to your Brother In Law, Hades, to watch him in the underworld. Your first week into camp half-blood, Chiron had announced that Capture the Flag will be the first game for the day, you were teamed up with the reds (Much to your disappointment) you were near the cabin fire when two boys from the blue team had cornered you (One of them was luke) you raised you hands to cover yourself but then, Two ivy vines sprouted out the soil and blocked them, horror washed over you when one of the vines that you 'accidentally' summoned strangled one of the boys, Luke was able to escape and still..Blue team one.

While they were celebrating, The red team started ranting angrily about how you made them lose, You sat in a corner, your head leaned against an oak tree as you sobbed, then, a bright greenish-yellow light appeared with gold sickle with a few sheaths of wheat above your head, No one was there, not until a group of campers saw you, they ran and moments later, almost dozens of campers were in front of you, including chiron.

"All Hail Y/n Y/L/N, Daughter of Demeter"

Bunch of flowers started sprouting near you, The forest and plants looked much more healthier in your eyes as every one knelt down, Including Luke, Who gave you a mischievous wink.

"....And this is the mess hall, You're always designated to sit with your cabin mates but that depends, most unclaimed kids just sit with their friends" You said, Glancing at Percy, The young boy just nodded shyly and coughed,trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

"Looks like someone has a crush on you" Luke appeared behind you with a grin, Percy's eyes immediately went wide, making you chuckle.

"Crushes don't hurt, it's admiration afterall" You whispered before giving percy a light kiss on his cheeks, leaving luke shocked.

One of you halfsiblings, Althea, called you over. Apparently, another one of your half sibling's EX boyfriend from the Dionysus cabin used a lard grapevine to ruin the bathroom door inside the cabin while you sibling is showering out of rage and jealousy.

Now, As head of your cabin, It's either you spent one whole hour being lectured by Mr. D out of his favoritism or...Plead with one of the Hephaestus kids to fix it for you.

What a day.

Giving Luke and Percy one last smile, You left.

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"C'mon Felix! This is the only time that i've asked for a favour out of all the favours i've done for you, You'd do it for me" You pleaded as you followed him back and forth inside his cabin's workshop.

"Look, Y/n, I love you as my friend, but i can't do it, not right now"

"What if i give you a 25$ gift card from burger king and......" You scouried your pocket hoping to find something, Your eyes lit up as you felt a bill in your palms "50 dollars...and...." You then went to pat your bra and pulled out a coin. "A Peso"

You then placed it in his soily hands, Felix's face remained calm, he then took the money.

"It's warm..." He said kinda horrified...You pulled the peso out of your bra for the gods sake!

"Take it or leave it."

He then rolled his eyes and grabbed his toolbox.

"Lead the way"

You squealed and hugged him before pulling him to your cabin.

As you watched him repair the door in silence, Felix broke the silencce by purposely dropping a hammer to the ground, the loud clattering sound made you flinch a little, he smirked "Thinking about Luke?"

You snorted, as if tho you weren't actually thinking about him, "No, i'm thinking about Percy"

"The new kid who broke Clarisse's spear? he's badass"

"mhm, Son of Poseidon"

"Speaking of, How's Luke?"

There was a moment of silence before you replied.

"Fine"

"Just 'fine' ? No ungodly things happening?"

"No" You could've bursted out laughing.

"I don't believe you, C'mon tell me some elaborate details"

You raised your brow, a mischievous glint appearing in your eyes.

"Actually, if you finished that, i'll tell you"

The Hephaestus boy huffed and went back to work

After an hour, Felix finished repairing the door and bid you a goodbye (Along with a side-eye)

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It was now 11 pm, the Campfire sing-along ended almost an hour ago, and you were in your cabin, re-arranging your stuffed toys for the 5th time, (Making one plushie lay beside you will cause chaos among the plushies)

"Carrie..You go here and..Princess should be right....here, Done!"

All of your plushies were in order when you heard a knock from the window near your bunkbed. then, you saw luke, still in his usual camp shirt, unlike you who was in your rather inappropriate pajamas.

His eyes first landed on you, he then grinned before groaning and landing on your soft bunk bed.

"Hey ives-"

"Luke, what're you doing here?!" You hissed, afraid that your half siblings might caught you two.

"Can i not see you?"

"You can, but not at this time" You huffed, But he was still grinning before pulling a flower pot, with a rose.

"I grew this for you, Ives" He whispered, His eyes carefully scanning you expression before you chuckled.

"You know i can grow this in seconds?"

"Mhm, But still, I love you 'till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash"

A smile graced upon your lips before luke grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, the flowerpot fell into your bed, the soil staining your new bedsheet, You couldn't care less.

You deepened the kiss by pulling Luke by his neck, and a groan escaped his lips, his calloused hands then slowly went up your shorts making you moan a little, His hands became closer and closer and closer until-

"Luke?"

You two pulled away, Luke's hands were still in your inner thighs, he took a peak into your window and saw Percy, in his cute pajamas with messy blonde hair.

"Percy" Luke breathed.

"What's up?"

"The Apollo cabin seemed to be having a party, the noise is too loud and i can't sleep, i was wondering if you could go see it "

You then peaked into your window, your cheeks were pressed against luke's

"Y/n? Wait..what are you guys doing? and...why are you in her window?" Percy asked, his drowsiness seemed to have vanished.

Luke couldn't even answer percy himself, he started chuckling softly before burying his face into your neck and smothered it with kisses.

Percy then stood still before realizing, he cleared his throat, but before he could leave you called him.

"You know what? I think Luke could actually take a look at those Sun Brats" Luke immediately groaned and looked at you.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Go help the poor boy"

"Yes Ma'am"

He then got up and just as he was about to climb down your bunk bed you stopped him.

"Nah uh, You can leave where you entered"

The dark haired boy chuckled, and and started climbing down the window, before he could jump back to the ground you kissed him one last time, But this time, the kiss was much more passionate. You could've sworn percy made a gagging face before turning around.

"I love you Ives"

" 'Till the very last rose in this entire world wilt into ash" You said, Luke's eyes soften.

You watched as he and Percy went to the Apollo cabin to resolve the chaos.

The flower potted rose sat in your bed, You took it, and glanced at the beautiful red beauty, You sniffed the fragrance before placing it near your window as you felt Hypnos' warm palm caressing you to sleep.

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The next day, The first thing you did was bang into Felix's cabin, Giving him every detail from last night as Luke, along with percy watched you from afar.

A/N:

Hey Guys! I've been gone for too long and i just watched the new PJO series and i have to be honest, I fell in love with Charlie as Luke so here's a little treat for you guys while i finish my other fics, i do hope you guys like it!

[httpsghostie]

Under one Roof pt 1

pt 2

OK finally IT'S HERE

smh I'm down bad for roommate ghost I am sobbing

my hand is literally burning I wrote this aT COLLEGE

and YES my love language is food pls dont come for me

Summary: you never knew you needed a military roommate until you've got one.

Word Count: 1k (sorry it's short

Warnings: roommate!ghost x female!reader, slightly suggestive (if you squint), mentions of trauma, fluff/comfort, no use of y/n

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Ghost was an old friend of a friend of yours, and he happened to be needing a place to stay for a while, that ended up being a few more months, and now it's currently been a year since he moved in. He doesn't plan on leaving, you know it, you know that despite the independent man that he is, he likes having someone to come home to.

He was cold at first, so cold. And for many nights you cursed yourself for letting that rock of a heart get into your sweet home. He wouldn't talk much when he was there, you'd almost forget he was around if it wasn't for random coughs or sneezes.

That man smoked like a chimney in the first days he's spent around, he was anxious and that wasn't very cute, he was always smelling like cigarettes, but thankfully he didn't smoke inside.

He appreciated your effort on cooking for the two of you, but you couldn't help it. How could he survive when he wasn't eating properly? Yes, frozen pizza is cool… until it's the third day in a row that you're eating frozen and instant food and you can barely stand.

He also had a fucked up sleeping schedule that you just went along with it, you once got scared when you walked in the kitchen and found him just laying on the wall, eyes closed and snoring slightly. That day you scolded him to go back to his room and made him lay down on the bed.

"You're gonna lay down on this bed and you're gonna have some nice hours of sleep, alright? I'm gonna leave the door open, if I see you awake I'm punching you." You sounded like a mother, almost, and he was so tired he couldn't fight back.

And the days went by, he'd go away, he'd come back as tired as he left. But at least he was slowly opening up to be a really cool guy. You two started to bond, and the more he talked, the more you wanted to spend time with him.

Oh and don't even get started on dad jokes, he's cracking them up whenever he's helping with house chores, or when you two are eating peacefully.

He became a friend, a very good friend, one that wouldn't mind you venting out to, plus he was a good listener. He'd just sit there listening to whatever haze your brain was going through, and slowly he learned that he shouldn't be giving you reasonable ways to solve your problems, he should just tell you it would be ok.

And you found yourself slowly falling for him. Of course destiny had to put you together. Only if it wasn't for the way he handled things around the house.

"Oh, the living room lamp broke? Let me fix it."

"Those boxes are heavy, hand them to me."

"Go find a movie for us to watch, I'll do the dishes. Find a good one, though."

"Goddamnit, I told you not to be climbing on that fucking balcony, you're not a cat, you're gonna hurt yourself one day." Said as he picked you up when you were trying to reach the top of the cabinet. "Just ask me, I can reach it without putting myself in danger."

Or maybe if it wasn't for the fact that he'd purposefully get out of the shower with that pretty little towel wrapped around his body, that made you clench your fists. The way he was still a bit wet, a few drops running down his abs. He was surprisingly cool with his scars around you, maybe because you didn't make a big deal out of it.

That's because it wasn't. You expected that when Gaz, your friend, told you that the friend he was sending to you was his 'work buddy'. And he phrased it exactly like that. 

"Don't mind him, he's big and scary, but he'll be a good roommate, I promise, he's my work buddy." You chuckled when you read the text.

And yet Ghost didn't mind the stare of admiration coming from your burning gaze across the living room, when you thought the most ungodly things a brain has seen.

He started to become more and more warm, he found safe with you, like you could actually be his home. One night, he found a deep conection with you when you were casually drinking together, sat by the coffee table, playing video games. 

She should know the truth about me.

He thought. And that was the night he dropped his heavy armor. He told you the bare surface of his past, even though most of it had been blocked from his memory, like a dark spot he couldn't remember, and would die without trying to take a peak at it.

You cried, and he couldn't understand why you were crying until you said it wasn't his fault.

"It's not your fault, you didn't deserve any of this." You sobbed, hugging him close.

He broke down. Like he needed someone to reassure him that he wasn't the villain from his past. He realized what you meant to him, and he swore to God he would try his best to come home to you when he had to work.

Some days were strange after that, like he regretted telling you about his story. He had that feeling in his gut that you weren't looking at him the same way, like you were pity. He didn't want your pity, he hated that look on your face.

But that changed.

He had come home one day, texting you while he was at the airport waiting for a ride. You ran to get groceries and make him a good meal, but the only thing that came to your mind was the old recipe of lasagna you kept from your grannie.

That old lady, always saving your life.

[masonmontz]

heeey, just a little one for you :)

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

fluff word count: 1k

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You threw your phone on the bed again ‘cause you couldn't even respond to Mason's messages. It was an important game for him, but you had such a headache that you felt like you were going to pass out at any moment.

The day started well, Mason left home a few hours ago to meet the team at Old Trafford and you had agreed that you would go to the game because it was the first of the season.

A terrible migraine started to appear, and you took some medicine so you could go to the match and even then it only got worse. You had to lie down because you started to feel sick, and if it was a migraine like the others, you know you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the next few hours.

Mason would be disappointed not to see you there, and you knew it and felt terrible.

Before you could answer him, you fell asleep, you had already taken two painkillers and couldn't help but fall into a deep sleep.

You didn't wake up until you felt Mason shaking you, the room was dark because it was already night and you couldn't even close the curtains when you lay down. You put your hand to your head when you felt it throb, and it was much worse than it had been this afternoon.

“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Mason held you and sat beside you, placing his hand on your forehead trying to ease your pain. “Does it hurt that much?”

You just nodded, placing your cold hand on your hot forehead trying to find some relief from the pain. It was the worst pain you could ever feel, and the migraine had been haunting you for years and there was nothing you could do.

“I'm sorry for missing the game” you whispered, still with your eyes closed, and Mason left a kiss on your forehead. “It never hurt this much.”

“Have you taken medicine?” Mason asked and helped you lay down on the bed again, but you felt unwell and held onto his arm as you felt dizzy. “Y/N?”

“I think I'm going to die, Mase” you started crying because your head was hurting so much that you felt like you were going to throw up at any moment. The sobs made the pain worse, you clung to Mason and he tried to calm you down by stroking your back.

“Shall we go to the hospital?” he asked you, and Mason was in agony as he watched you cry in pain.

He knew that migraine was something that haunted you and made you feel terrible whenever you were in pain, and sometimes you spent days suffering and Mason almost cried as he saw you suffering in the corners.

“Please” you agreed and Mason sighed in relief because you never want to go to the hospital, and he always gets worried when he knows you're in pain, afraid that something worse will happen. Mason became distressed when he realized that you were in so much pain that you wanted to go to the hospital.

“Come, I'll help you” Mason helped you up as he put a sneaker on you, your hands were busy pressing on your forehead from the pain. “C’mon, you'll get better soon.”

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You sighed as Mason helped you sit on the couch hours after you left. You had to take medication intravenously at the hospital, and the doctor told you it was a terrible crisis, but there was no solution other than strong medicine.

“Do you want to eat something?” Mason asked, placing his keys and cell phone on the coffee table.

“Not yet” you murmured, still in pain but much better. “I think I'll take a shower.”

Mason reached out and helped you up, and you walked towards the bedroom.

“Oh, I didn't even ask if you won the game” you said as you searched for pajamas in the closet.

“We did, babe, I gave an assist to Marcus” he said with a smile and even in pain you smiled, but you were sad for not having gone to the game. “What's that sad face?”

“I'm sorry for missing the game, I know it was important to you” Mason came closer and hugged you, leaving kisses in your hair while you hugged him around the waist.

“It's okay, love, I'm happier that you're getting better now” he muttered, and then you went to the bathroom. Mason followed you without asking, you had the habit of talking while one took a shower, or else you took a shower together. “Let me help you.”

Mason took off his clothes and got into the shower with you, and it was one of the few times he just did it to take care of you and not to have sex.

He washed your hair, helped you apply conditioner, always leaving loving kisses on your face and shoulder, always asking if you were better.

Mason is so caring, he pretends he isn't but you know that whenever he can he checks if everything is okay, with you or anyone else, and that makes you love him so much because he is genuine when he cares for someone.

“Thank you for taking care of me” you whispered as you hugged him, and the hot water ran down both of your bodies and it was so intimate, you would never have that with anyone else. “I love you.”

“I will always take care of you love, always” he kissed her forehead, holding her face with his hands and smiling. “I'm completely in love with you.”

“Yeah, I think I'm fallin’ all on you too.”

“Oh you think?” he asked smiling and you shrugged.

“Nah, you know how much I love you.”

“Much better.”

[caitlinsclark]

REASSURANCE caitlin clark caitlin clark x reader | summary: Caitlin needs to be reassured and you're the only person who can do it. based on this request. ✰ part of my 500 follower celebration! word count: 1.3k masterlist and tag list

You were getting ready for a dinner with the team, celebratory after beating Liberty in an unexpected battle that went down to the last second. After losing to them three times before, the girls were determined and it showed on the court.

You’d ran into Caitlin’s arms upon the buzzer going off, eager to shower her in praise for an amazing game played, “I’m so proud of you!”

You were a little deterred by the way she loosely wrapped her arms around you, patting you halfheartedly in comparison to the usual show of spinning you around gleefully.

Though you chalked it up to a possibility of the cameras and watchful eyes causing her hesitance. And you tried not to take it to heart when she spent the entire ride staring intensely into her phone, close to her face and body angled so it was almost shielded from you. 

She didn’t even seem to indulge in the hand you had lying on her leg, simply entranced by whatever she was scrolling through. So when you got home, you allowed her the space she seemed to need and started getting ready on your own.

“Cait, are you almost done?” You called out from the bathroom, waiting for her to respond. When nothing but silence rang out, suspicion started to build within you.

With narrowed eyes you walked back into the bedroom, finding your girlfriend laid out on the bed, engrossed in her phone. This normally wouldn’t be too strange, but you had only a few more minutes to get ready and she hadn’t even started.

Approaching where she laid on the bed, you let your hand run down her back gently, “Whatcha doing, pretty girl?”

She frowned at the nickname and your mind ran a million miles an hour, as it usually it invoked the opposite reaction. Her phone immediately got turned off and you tried not to read into it irrationally.

“Sorry, I’ll go get ready,” Caitlin stood up abruptly and tried to escape the situation by heading toward the bathroom. You caught her hand before she could try, staring at her with a straight face. She squirmed under your gaze, not very great at hiding when things were wrong.

“Do I have to torture it out of you, really?” You tried to pull her closer by her waist but she shied away from your touch. A frown settled on your face and it matched the one that had been stuck on hers. 

Her arms crossed over her chest as a method of protection, so you gently laid your hands on arms, a peace offering.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, thumb running over her skin with care as you searched her brown eyes for the slightest indication of what was wrong.

You could only watch as she unexpectedly let her head fall onto your shoulder, a wrecked sob escaping her that had your own heart clenching in your chest. You slid your hands to wrap around her upper half and pulled her into you, welcoming the way she fell into your hold seeking comfort. 

Your hand held the back of her head, keeping her secure as she tried to calm her breathing, small cries leaving her body. But your hand soothingly on her back allowed her to settle into you, knowing she could take her time and you’d still be patiently waiting. 

“I keep seeing people talk about me and my game day outfits,” She finally spoke into your neck, squeezing your waist to distract herself from the thought again, “that I’m too feminine, or I’m not feminine enough. That nothing fits me right. I never see anything good.”

“You’re looking in the wrong place for something good, Cait,” You corrected softly, running your fingertips through her hair, “You know instead you can ask me, you can ask Kate, Aliyah.” 

She followed your touch like a magnetic pull, realizing that focusing on it was a better remedy than the silence she previously chose.

“And if you had asked me, who is very knowledgable in beautiful women from dating one so long,” You kissed her forehead softly, “You look gorgeous in everything you wear, no matter the style.”

She didn’t seem to believe you the first time, “But they’re right, it doesn’t look right on me. I don’t even look confident.” Her voice fell toward the end, still shaky. 

You were quick to reason with her, “Then you use the next few games to find your style, baby. It’s your style for a reason, and you’ll feel confident when you feel comfortable.” And she knew you were right, hated that she couldn’t snap out of the mindset she was stuck in.

"You're just starting, Caitlin," You pointed out and your voice didn't leave room to argue, "You have every game ahead of you to wear the right outfit, or the wrong outfit. And the thing is, you'll look beautiful each time because it's not the clothes making you gorgeous."

She felt herself being put under your spell, your words dripped in a honey that was hard not to give into. Her head finally lifted from your neck, red rimmed eyes blinking slowly as they connected with yours.

“I just don’t wanna look in the mirror right now,” She confessed quietly, too scared to ruin the blissful mindset you’d created by bad thoughts.

You ran your hands up and down her arms comfortingly, “Do you want me to help you get ready?” And when she sent you an appreciative nod, you adjusted your position to let her lay on the bed.

Shifting so you could straddle her waist, you set your makeup bag to the side of you, “I don’t do this for all my clients.” You teased as you gently tucked her hair behind her ears. You took the opportunity to press a small kiss on her cheek before continuing.

“There’s no other clients,” Caitlin mumbled, still too quiet to be counted as normal but slowly gaining her attitude back as her hands found your waist.

You snorted quietly to yourself and she felt her mood lifting at the sound itself. She closed her eyes contently, allowing herself to relax physically and mentally as you cared for her. You hummed as you ran your fingers gently over her face, taking the time to do her normal routine how you’d seen her do it a thousand times. 

Caitlin was going to remind you what came next, but realized she didn’t even have to because you just knew. And the realization made her settle into the bed with even more warmth than before.

When you were finished, you set a soft kiss on her lips and grinned lovingly as she chased after you longingly when you pulled back.

She shifted so she could lean her back against the headboard, holding you steady and close against her. Her frown was replaced with a tiny smile, playing with the hem of your skirt.

“You know I had three posts about your last game day fit saved,” The words were muttered against her ear in confidence and your heart warmed at the laugh she couldn’t help but let out. It was unfiltered and loud, ways better than when you’d first come into the room.

“No, seriously,” You insisted, forcing her to look you in the eyes, “You are the reason women question their sexuality daily.” You repeated it like a mantra, giving into the way she smiled at you as you praised her.

You cupped her jawline, running your eyes over her face thoughtfully like every detail needed to be memorized. The brunette felt her confidence raise with every loving caress you granted her.

Caitlin turned her head, leaving a lingering kiss on your palm, a silent reaffirmation of her gratitude.

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[beaucorail]

[18+] 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥.

sub Remy LeBeau x dom GN reader

Sobbing at the lack of sub Remy rep. I need this man’s back arching for me, damnit.

!!! praise, handjobs, feminization, soft dom hours, slightest bit of overstim, Remy needs to know he’s fucking pretty, reader makes Remy know he’s fucking pretty, hair pulling.

“Remy, love… look at me?”

He let out a tiny whimper, ruby eyes cracking open to hazily stare up at you. Dilated pupils almost eclipsed his irises, and his ebony scleras were so glossy with unshed tears, you swore you could see your own reflection in them. Shuddery breaths ghosted over his drool-slick lips as he tried not to let his head lull to the side.

You could feel your heart melting at the sight.

“Thank you, baby,” you softly cooed at him, now stroking his length at a faster pace. As high pitched moans tumbled from his lips, he arched his back off of the bed and twisted his fingers into the sheets. Hearing his incoherent mutters prompted a soft smile out of you. So far gone already… he truly was the cutest thing in the world, no matter what nonsense he comes up with to protest. Your free hand came up to softly caress his flushed face, letting out a pleased hum as he leaned into your touch. “What a pretty sight you are… such a pretty princess, Remy…”

“Hm… mm—!! J… j’teh…mmh!! S’vuhplaih… s’vuh… plaih… hah!!” His eyes looked close to screwing shut again, but he seemed desperate to keep them open for you, tears threatening to spill over from the hand on his cock. An angled flick of your wrist caused him to cry out again. “Hahh—!! (Y/N)!! Cher!!”

You brushed a couple of copper strands out of his face. “I’m here, love. You’re being so good… so good for me, Remy… god, you’re gorgeous!”

He let out a particularly loud whine. “Cher!! Cher!! (Y/N)!!” Shakily, he brought his hand up where yours was cupping his cheek, gripping it tightly as his heels dug into the mattress. “Juh… ah— hah!! Close!! Close!! Nnnhh—!!”

“Cum for me,” was your simple reply. Your sweet tone seemed to finally release his tears, the wetness ghosting against your hand as they dribbled down his face. Swiping a thumb over the slit, you smeared pearly beads of precum against his tip as you continued to pump him towards his climax. His full-body jolts and crossing eyes told you he was extremely close.

Then, with a strangled cry, he came against both of your stomachs.

As he hiccuped and twitched through it, you kept stroking him until he was milked dry; he had to pathetically paw at your hand to get you to stop, an adorable mix of “trop” and “too much” falling from his mouth with his tongue poking out. Your hand finally released his spent member to trail up trembling torso all the way to his jawline. Gently petting the hint of stubble, you gave him enough time to catch his breath before speaking up.

“You’re so beautiful, Remy. You know that, right?”

He gave out a hoarse chuckle and lazily blinked up at you. “Tryin’a flatter me, cher?”

“Trying to tell you the truth,” you countered.

Your sincerity caused him to falter for a second, but he quickly recovered. “The truth be that you the beautiful one here, cher.”

It pained you to see just how difficult praising your lover could be. He always seemed to have some sort of deflection ready, either shooting your words back at you or downplaying them entirely. You knew he yearned for your kindness — the tear tracks on his face were enough evidence of that — but he never let himself accept it when you showered him in it.

That’s why you have to fuck it into him; reduce him into a moaning and sobbing mess to get it through his thick skull that he was your pretty darling and you meant it.

“Remy,” (you silently reveled in the shiver that went through his body at your low tone,) “you know I don’t like it when you do that. You’re beautiful. My precious baby. Okay?”

A thick swallow was his only response, his eyes getting glossy again. You waited patiently for a verbal response until realizing you weren’t going to get one. Deeply frowning, you brought the hand on his stubble up to his hair, weaving your fingers through the locks before clenching it into a fist. He let out a startled moan and you watched in real time as his pupils dilated.

“You’re beautiful,” you firmly repeated. “Say it for me? Say you’re beautiful, babygirl?”

He swallowed again as the tears began to fall. Pure adoration overpowered the rekindling hint of lust in his eyes as he weakly uttered, “I… I’m beautiful…”

“My pretty little darling?” You pulled a whimper out from him when you tightened your grip on his hair. “My pretty babygirl?”

“Y-your pretty li’l darlin’,” he gasped. His tear-streaked cheeks got impossibly rosier, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Your… pretty babygirl—!!”

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “That’s it, love. Tell me how beautiful you are. Tell me how you’re my pretty princess.”

He let out a keen, spouting some unintelligible mumbles mixed between English and French as you pulled your other hand out of his to trail down his body. He was once again revealing that vulnerable side of him that yearns for your praise; the side that he keeps guarded under light teases and cheesy pick-up lines, but you know how to pull it out of him. All it takes is a skillful hand and your overwhelming affection.

And, luckily for him, you’re more than willing to provide for your precious babygirl.

[froggibus]

Redtribution - Jason Todd

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn! reader

Genre: angst -> fluff, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Jason seeks justice for you after you get assaulted

CW: assault, semi-implied SA, murder, trauma, recovery, jason murders your abuser, angst, panic attack(s), hurt/comfort, soft! jason, everyone lowkey justifying murder, mentions of Under The Red Hood, lmk if i missed anything!!)

this is so fucking self indulgent but i do not even care rn. probably not officially back to writing yet but ill ease back into it in the next month or so. i spent an hour looking up the meaning of flowers before I posted this. anyways enjoy lol

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It’s nearly five in the morning when Jason is stumbling through the doors of Wayne manor, trying to wipe the blood drops off of his jacket. He kicks off his boots and starts to head upstairs, hoping no one will see him before he gets the chance to shower and change. He’d usually go to his apartment on nights like these but he just got new flooring and bloodstains don’t go with his decor.

He’s careful walking up the stairs, staying on the balls of his feet to not make any noise. The manor is dark and oddly empty, everyone else asleep or about to return from their nighttime activities. He enjoys the silence, though. It makes it easier for him to blend in and sneak around.

He makes it upstairs without being seen and says a silent prayer as he walks down the hallway. The floorboards upstairs have a bad habit of creaking and he lives in a house with the most vigilant people in Gotham. A sound to his right has him stopping dead in his tracks.

He slows his breathing, keeping his focus entirely on the sounds around him. The usual spinning fans and light snoring, but something else on top of that. Crying? It’s hard to tell, so Jason shuffles closer to the door he thinks it’s coming from. 

Hard, breathless sobbing meets his ears. It’s somewhat muffled through the door and he can’t quite make out who it is. His first thought is Damian, but given the hour and the fact it’s a school night, he’s sure the brat wouldn’t dare make this much noise even if he was awake. Plus, he’s not even sure if the bastard can cry.

Jason squints. So who’s crying in there? He counts the doors in the hallway in his head, trying to remember who usually slept where. It wouldn’t be Dick or Tim, or even Steph or Cass. So that leaves…y/n?

His stomach drops. What are you doing up at this hour? What are you even doing in the manor? You usually stayed in your own place, trying to pursue a normal life. 

He knocks gently at the door, but you say nothing on the other side. He sighs and gently pushes it open. You’re curled up in a ball in your bed, head almost pressed into your knees, shaking violently. The sight of you makes his heart ache.

“Y/n,” he tries to keep his voice gentle to be less imposing, which he supposes is a stupid idea given he’s covered in blood.

You don’t say anything, you don’t even look up at him. He walks towards you, letting the floorboards creak under his feet to alert you to his presence. He makes it to your side, kneeling at the side of the bed. He doesn’t dare touch you right now.

“Y/n, it’s Jason…is everything okay?” 

You look up for just a second, letting him see your red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. You relax at the sight of him despite the tears in your eyes before going back to sobbing again.

He can’t remember a single time in all the time that he’s known you that he’s seen you like this. You’ve always had a softer heart than the rest of them, you’ve always been the best of them. You don’t deserve this. 

He tries to think back to anything recently that you mentioned, anything that could’ve made you feel this way, but he draws blanks. Were you dating someone? Did something happen at school? His blood runs cold—did someone hurt you?

“Did something happen?”

He hears a slight knock at the door and his head snaps up, his gaze meeting Dick’s. Dick gestures for him to leave the room, Jason giving a slight nod to you in response. Dick raises his eyebrows and gestures once again.

“Hang in there,” he says quietly before slipping out of your room to see what he wants.

He closes the door behind him with a click, following Dick down to the Batcave. Neither of them dare speak until they’re beneath the mansion and far enough away that you couldn’t possibly hear them.

“What’s going on?”

Dick sighs, “there was an…incident tonight.”

“What? What kind of incident? Did someone hurt y/n?” Rage grows in the pit of Jason’s stomach, threatening to boil over.

“Yes,” Bruce’s gruff voice cuts in. 

Jason doesn’t even care that he’s still wearing his bloodstained clothes. He doesn’t care about anything other than you right now.

“What happened?”

“We don’t know details, all we know is what we were told and what we caught on security cameras.” Dick looks angry, a jarring sight for him. “Y/n was assaulted last night.”

Just like that, the rage bubbles over and Jason sees red. “Did we find the person who did it? Are they fucking dead yet or do I have to do it myself?”

He’s not even aware that he’s yelling, barely conscious of the words he’s saying. Not you, anyone but you. You did nothing to deserve this. 

Bruce interrupts his spiralling. “We’re not killing anyone, Jason.” 

“They can’t just get away with this!”

“They won’t,” Dick says in that stupid mediator voice that Jason has always hated. “They’ll go to prison and face the justice system.”

But Jason can tell from his eyes that Dick doesn’t believe that either. 

“And what about y/n? They’re just supposed to live with the fact that this—this fucking abomination lives in the same city as us? What happens when they get released? What do we do then?”

Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’ll get y/n into therapy, okay? We will figure this out. But no one is killing anyone.”

Jason shares a split second look with Dick before barreling his way through them and heading back upstairs. “This is bullshit.”

He hears Bruce sigh behind him but he doesn’t care.

—

It’s three days later when Jason returns to the manor. He’s clean this time, dressed in fresh street clothes that aren’t bloodstained. He has a tote draped over one arm and a bouquet wrapped in brown paper in the other. He’s relieved when only Alfred seems to be in the mansion, sitting at the dining room table drinking tea. 

“Good afternoon, Jason.” He glances at the flowers, “would you like me to prepare a vase?”

He nods. “That would be great.”

He stands by for a minute, watching the butler drink his tea. Alfred raises an eyebrow, not even glancing at the boy. “Y/n is in their room.”

“Thanks.”

Jason is nervous going up the stairs. He hasn’t seen you since that night when you were crying so hard you couldn’t breathe. He wanted to come back immediately, but he thought some breathing room would do you good. Plus, he had some business to take care of.

He stands outside your door for a minute before knocking gently. He waits patiently, hearing you shuffle softly to the door. When it swings open, that dull pain in his heart returns.

You’re dressed in a pair of pyjama pants and a Gotham PD shirt that most definitely belonged to Dick at some point. Your eyes are puffy but you don’t seem to be crying. Well, that’s a good sign.

“Jason,” you say softly, “you’re back.”

He gives you a half smile. He wasn’t sure if you would remember that he was even here, but you seemed almost pleased at his presence.

“Can we talk for a bit?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah.”

You let him into the room, going to sit in the corner of your bed. You tuck your chin in between your knees and Jason can’t help but notice how vulnerable you look. 

“Door open or closed?” 

It’s a simple question, but your shoulders come down from your ears and your jaw unclenches. “Open, please.”

He nods and swings the door fully open, going to sit on your desk chair. He sets his tote bag on your desk.

“These are for you,” he holds the bouquet of flowers out.

Your eyes light up at the black eyed susans and babies breath. You grab the bouquet from his hands and bring it up to your nose to smell them. The sweet aroma calms you.

“Thank you.”

He nods, leaning back in the chair. “How’ve you been?”

“Do you want the real answer?”

When Jason nods, you hesitate. You know out of everyone in the manor, he would be the most understanding of your feelings. He’s never been one to judge. But telling him everything you’ve been feeling is almost too much.

“I’m really angry.” You admit. 

He stares at you, pretty blue eyes filled with nothing but understanding. 

“Angry at everything, too. But I’m also scared and—and really paranoid. And I just wish—” you take a deep breath, “I don’t know.”

“There is nothing wrong with what you’re feeling right now,” he looks at you seriously. “And I mean nothing. Don’t be ashamed of any of the thoughts you’re having.”

“I want him dead,” you say suddenly.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him as soon as the words leave your mouth. All you’ve heard lately is how he’ll face the justice system and live a shitty life because of what he did. But that doesn’t feel like justice to you. 

“He doesn’t deserve to live.”

Your head snaps up, eyes meeting his. His words shouldn’t stun you, but they do. He’s the only one who seems to understand what you’re feeling, what you need.

“Bruce keeps saying he’ll go to prison and to trust the system but I don’t think I’ll ever feel safe knowing he’s living in Gotham. And what am I supposed to do then? Move? It’s not fair to me, Jason. It’s not fucking fair.”

He sighs, “you know how Bruce is. He doesn’t understand that there’s more than one way to achieve justice and peace. He’s scared of the darker stuff.”

You nod, tilting your head back to try and blink away your tears before they fall. You’ve known Bruce since you were barely a teenager, and you know far too well that the allure of darkness is too great for him to ever dabble in it.

“Believe me,” he says quietly. “When I heard about what happened, I wanted to kill that piece of shit. Hell, even Dick wanted to kill him.”

“But you don’t anymore?”

He hesitates before he says “no.”

“Oh,” you say, the tears finally falling down your cheeks.

You thought if anyone could understand, if anyone would agree with you, it would be Jason. You thought you were on the same side, but clearly you’re wrong.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s okay.”

“I-I thought you understood,” you sob out. “I don’t think I’ll ever feel okay again, not if he’s still alive.”

Jason’s own voice echoes in his head. But why? Why on God’s earth is he still alive? He sees so much of himself in you. So much anger and bitterness and resentment. And he knew what he needed when he was in that spot.

He reaches into his bag to pull out his phone. “I’m going to show you something, okay?”

“O-okay.”

Jason shuffles back until he’s sitting right next to you, giving you time to move away if you need to. He holds up his phone, the screen displaying a news article from early this morning.

‘Local Man Found Dead From Multiple Gunshot Wounds. Possible Gang Violence?’

Jason takes the phone away before you can see any pictures, shoving it in the back pocket of his jeans. He looks at you carefully, thoughts racing. He’s not sure how you’ll react.

The shock hits you first, and then the relief. “Is that—is that really…?”

You can’t bring yourself to say it. Instead, you look up at Jason with those vulnerable, tear filled eyes. The joy he feels at that spark of hope in your eyes could last him a lifetime. 

“Yeah,” he swallows hard. “Yeah, it is.”

You practically pounce on him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You can’t remember the last time you hugged him but you realize now that it’s been way too long. Jason squeezes you against him, the familiar scent of your hair calming every nerve in his body.

“Thank you,” you sob. “Oh my god, thank you.”

Jason gently rubs your back, nodding into your shoulder. He can’t help but tear up too.

You pull away, a shocked expression on your face. “I—I thought I would feel all better if he died but….”

“I know. But it’s going to take some time and that is okay. And now he’s fucking dead and he’ll never hurt you again. Okay?”

You burst into tears again and collapse into his arms. Jason holds you tightly to his chest, mumbling reassurance into your ear. You don’t feel completely better, but you feel safe, and for now, that’s more than enough.

—

It’s later that night when Jason sees Bruce again.

He doesn’t feel the nerves he usually does. He knows he’s seen the news by now and figured out it’s him, but he could care less what the man thinks. He tries to mind his business and avoid the wrath he’s so used to. 

Everyone told him the same thing. That he did the right thing, that he did what no one else could. Even Dick had given him a giant hug, much to Jason’s annoyance.

“Jason.”

He freezes at the familiar raspy voice, spinning on his heel to face his adoptive father.

Bruce nods and places a hand on his shoulder. “You did the right thing.”

[itsabea]

March x sad Reader

Description: March tries his best to comfort you after you have a particularly busy day and end up exhausted

Warnings: not proof read, hinting at depression(reader), slight angst, swearing,

this is purely self indulgent- but then again, almost all of my is-

You had been so busy today, exceedingly more so than usual. First of all, it was raining, which you didn't mind because it meant your crops were already watered - but things only got more hectic and busy from there on on out..

You collected, put away, sold, and replanted your crops, then went to go fishing for a salmon for Jo's Request that you had accepted about a month ago.. Only to realise about an hour an a half in that it was currently Summer. Now with much less of your energy, you went to the general store to buy some more seeds and a few fruit trees, which left you with a total of 5 Tesserae as a result.

After going back to your farm and planting the saplings and seeds, you realised that it was only two more days until the end of the season. And so, you went back to fishing to try and catch the rest of the Summer fish you need for the Museum. Admittedly, most of that time was spent walking to and from the ponds to the beach, as that's where the rest of the fish you needed were found.

Once it hit 5:30, you realised that it wasn't just the third to last day of the season.. It was also a Friday. Sighing and slumping your head back, you defeatedly headed home to get ready for your weekly visit to the Inn. Hauling the bag full fish with you on your back, you got back to your farm and placed the not so important ones in your shipping bin, only to realise that you needed one more pond fish to finish that collection.... And it only showed up in the rain..

You were tired. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy your new life in Mistria; helping out the town and it's people. Or that today was bad; you had many content and joy filled moments between it all. But you were tired. So, so, tired..

Right now, nothing was more appealing than curling up in your bed, and crying.

So that's what you did. You put away your items, got showered and dressed into your pyjamas, and you laid down in your bed and cried out the remainder of what little was left of your energy.

You didn't even end up falling asleep afterwards like you usually did when crying in your bed.. Which upset you much more than you realised it would.

I mean.. Why get up just to do it all again tomorrow? The next day would likely end up being longer than today as well.. Not that today wasn't enjoyable- But it wasn't as enjoyable as others... People need you around town though, they always tell you that- You're not that important - the townsfolk don't rely on you to live....

You curled up in on yourself more, lying on your side as the tears began to flow down your cheeks again. It felt hopeless. Everything felt like it wasn't worth it anymore. And you continued to cry in your home until a knock sounded on your door.

At first, you thought you had misheard and simply sighed out a sob. But after a much firmer knock, you realised that it wasn't just you hearing things. Tiredly getting up, you assumed it was Adaline or Eiland, popping by to inform you about a new job that needed to be done around town. Or maybe Celine or Hayden needing some sugar or something?

Either way, you knew all four options were kind enough to excuse your tired, red eyes and pyjama clad form, so you didn't bother trying to make yourself the slightest bit presentable before opening the door. Which was a big mistake on your part, because March was the one that stood in your doorframe, looking down at you with a frown you could barley see through your slightly blurred vision.

"Why are you here?" March said suddenly, looking too the side as you rubbed at your eyes to try and clear them up. "Uhm- I live here?" You responded, no energy left to think up or question his presence on your farm.

After a huff and an exaggerated eyeroll, March rephrased went on to rephrase his question. "No- Why aren't you-" But he cut his words short when he watched your head bob forward like a sleepy child. "What, did you get tired from playing in the dirt all day? I can't believe you-" "Fuck you." You said back, one last tear rolling down your cheek as whatever energy you had that was keeping you standing left you.

In that same instant, you felt a falling sensation as your vision went black. You were tired.

Every so often you'd end up seeing glimpses of your home, but it was somehow moving? Your doorframe.. Black.. Your ceiling... Black... Your ceiling light.... Black.... More ceiling..... Black.....

Every time you saw black, you felt relieved and slightly less tired, especially compared to when you could see your home. And then, a warm sensation surrounded you, like you were being wrapped in a big hug that left you yearning for more.

When you reopened your eyes, you found yourself tucked into bed. The blankets were up to your ears as you laid on your side, about to roll over when you finally noticed the red head of hair resting on top of the blankets in front of you. Humming out, with a slight groaned mumbled, you went to speak up but were promptly cut off.

"Shup up and go back to sleep." March said, lifting his head from its resting position to look at you with stern, yet soft eyes. Feeling your tiredness envelope you, you closed your eyes but felt the cogs in your brain ticking. Why was March here? What was he doing? And why were you in your bed- You suddenly remembered falling into March in your doorway, and him carrying you to your bed before tucking you in.

You felt bad for cursing at him now, but you were also much more confused about why he was even at your farm in the first place. "March-" You started, only for said male to cut you off. "Shoosh. I said, 'go back to sleep'." He retorted, and if your eyes weren't still closed, you had a feeling that he'd glare at you again.

You didn't end up going back to sleep, but you did have a very calm conversation with March as you continued to rest with your eyes closed.

"I'm sorry." March said, being the first to speak after he told you to sleep for the second time. "Why-" "Shut up, you're supposed to be asleep." March said, cutting you off as moment of silence followed before he ended up answering your question. "I know I can be.. A rude asshole - a lot of the time.." March admitted as you felt him start to play with the top of the blanket slightly.

You didn't dare make a single sound as he continued to talk, telling you about how everyone at the Inn was starting to wonder where you were, and how Reina came to the conclusion that you might be over worked.. "-Then Olric offered to check up on you and-" March paused before continuing, having now moved his arm back down from the hem of the blanket as he ceased his delicate fiddling. "And.. And I told him I'd go instead."

The fact you were now frowning didn't go unnoticed by March, who must've been watching you to make sure you didn't open your eyes again. "I know, I know.. I don't why either.... You just-.... You made everyone worried.." March said, trailing off as he went silent again.

After feeling the blankets shift slightly beside you, you peaked your eye open to see March was doing, only to get told off again after seeing March's head resting on his arm directly in front of you. "Sleep." He said, but you had already closed your eye when you saw his eyes intently watching yours.

Your face ran hot with heat from the proximity, which was apparently very visible to March. "Fuck- Please don't tell me you have a damn fever.." He grumbled out, using the back of his free hand to touch your forehead as he continued to complain. "If you went diving and didn't fucking keep warm I'm taking you to Valen." March half threatened, prompting you to frown as he retracted his hand from your forehead.

"Your shipping bin smells like fish." He clarified before you felt him move against the blankets again. This time you felt weight remove itself from beside you, which had you shooting your eyes open with a desperation for company. March looked at you blankly from where he still sat on the floor beside your bed, leaning back on his arms as you watched him open his mouth to tell you off again.

"I'm sleeping..!" You said quickly, hearing a huff emit from the red head in front of your once more closed eyes.

"So.." March started after seconds more of silence. "Why weren't you at the Inn?" He asked, making an exhausted sigh leave you before you spoke. "Tired." You said, waiting for a moment before elaborating on your day. "Tended to crops.. Fed animals... Fished for a stupid non-existent Summer salmon.... Spent all my money on crops.... Planted them.... Went fishing again, but for the Museum.... Died inside.... No energy.... Cried in bed.." You said, starting to tear up again when March spoke up.

"I know it goes against what I always say to you.. But you do a lot around here- Too fucking much to be honest.. And I-" March paused for the umpteenth time that night as you pried your eyes open and looked at him.

He was sitting in the exact same position as when you last opened your eyes, only now he had his head turned from you. Yet, his eyes keep their sights on you, and this time he didn't have the heart to tell you off. March ended up breaking contact with your eyes, his face reddening slightly as he spoke.

"You're enough- More than enough.. You're honestly too much but- Sigh...." March quickly darted his eyes to, and away from you before he continued. "You're a lot. You're so much.. You mean so much- To literally everyone." He said, making another, single tear fall down your face. But this time you had just enough energy.

"Thank you.. March." You managed out, smiling as a few more tears fell down and onto the pillow beneath you.

March wasn't sure what had you crying this time, unsure on whether he did good or bad with his words. But he was by your side once more the moment he watched those tears form into droplets in the corners of your eyes. With a sigh of relief, March relaxed after seeing the slight smile on your face, only to watch it fall the next second as a soft snore left you.

Finally.. You were asleep.

[poppy-metal]

I wanted to give you a not horny idea.

Long-term partners! Part of the 7! Jordan li where all you want to do is marry them, and keep getting asked by all your friends when you’ll tie the knot. People you introduced are getting married, and at the wedding, you keep getting asked questions, so that night, you both go home and fight.

And your like “I just wanna be with you forever” “it’s embarrassing seeing our friends who have dated half the time as us get married and we’re still stuck dating”

Jordan is scared of that kind of commitment not because they don’t want you (they have had a ring for years) but it’s stuck in their mind even after so long that they don’t deserve you because they aren’t ‘normal’.

So Jordan says some hurtful stuff to end the fight “you only wanna marry me so you can have my dads money…” “you just want a big ring and someone with my prestige.”

So you end up taking a few items of clothes and spending the night at a hotel not wanting to see them anymore tonight.

And Jordan just spends the night crying and wishing they could be what you want. They don’t sleep well for the next few nights because you don’t come back. Until a week later you are seriously out of clean underwear. So you bring your bag of laundry to do and take more clothes. You figure Jordan would be out and not at the apartment but they are in bed holding a photo of a previous anniversary and a box

Wait, is that a ring box? Yes, you're so shocked you drop the bag, and then Jordan notices you and hops up, trying to look presentable while covered in what seems to be a stained tank top and boxers.

You now notice the take out containers strewn on the bed seemingly the only thing they’ve eaten in the week you’ve been gone.

They push back their greasy hair and dry their eyes with a cleaner part of their shirt about to grovel—.

When you embrace them, worried for their mental state. You hate being away from them and you didn’t think about the fact you haven’t spent more than a few hours without each other since sophomore year

They try to speak and you shush them “it’s fine we’ll talk about last week later let’s just get you cleaned up now”

The end

Sorry if my grammar sucks I have dyslexia and spell check hates me

oh i shall weep long and hard over this.

jordan is their own worst enemy forreal. they spend that week sobbing and thinking the worst, thinking you're done with them because why wouldn't you be, you took a risk, being with them, and they aren't the easy choice. marriage would just be another risk, a big one. who wants to take that plunge? especially with them?

when you come back they're ready to fall to their knees and beg you to just give them time - please dont give up on them - when your arms wrap around them they nearly melt into the embrace. they crush you to them, not bothering to hold back, knowing you're sturdy enough to take it - they just need to hold you so hard it hurts. wants your warmth to seep into their bones and send the chill away.

"lets get you cleaned up, yeah? we can talk again tomorrow. i just want you to be okay right now."

they kinda trail after you like a lost puppy, watching as you turn the shower on and test the temperature until its warm. when you turn around again you almost jump, they're standing so close. they wrap you in their arms again, and you relax, hugging them back.

"you'll get in with me?" they ask quietly. its not sexually suggestive - its a cracked open kind of vulnerability. showering together is an intimate thing, and they don't want to be apart from you again. not for a second. so you nod against their shoulder. feel them shudder in relief and realize maybe there's some groveling you need to do to, that such a question could ever raise doubt.

you let jordan undress you after themselves, step in and take their hand when they tug you into the warm spray with them. you meet easily in the middle under the umbrella of waterfall. their hands skate reverently up your waist, your sides, climbing until they're cupping your face.

jordan li is a beautiful being. something about them with dripping wet hair, rivulets of it streaming from their long lashes, is captivating. you'd never give this up. not ever.

"i love you." they say, voice wavering. "so fucking much."

you reach a hand up to cup over one of theirs holding your face, let them see the love shining in your eyes. "i know. and I'm not going anywhere, not tonight. not any day after, yeah?"

their eyes shudder closed. they lean their forehead against yours and you feel their fingers glide down your spine like they're trying to commit every dip and curve of you to memory, "yeah." they breathe, and their nose skims yours, "okay."

[nvirskies]

v. garza - last one open

warnings: angst: hurt/no comfort, mentions of alcohol, being drunk, predatory behaviors while drunk (nothing graphic or explicit), hidden relationships, vague allusions to past sex (never gets into it), assumed death of a loved one, fem reader (no use of y/n) summary: former especiales!r opens a food stall, the only one left with business hours into the early morning. a group of drunk men stumble in one night, and an unlikely woman with them.

word count: 1.4k

taglist: @lesvii

a/n: oh no my finger slipped and i wrote another angst piece, whatever shall i do? i wrote this instead of my overdue english essay

men, nsfw, non-sapphic, 16- / 21+ dni

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It was a long night, especially being the last food stall open this early in the morning. Even the military couldn’t prepare you for the absolute mental and physical drain of owning and working your own food stall, since everything was already prepped and provided for you. There was no need for pitched-up, bubbly “customer service” voices that exhausted you beyond belief to keep up. No need to plaster a smile onto your face as inebriated men all tried (and failed) to shoot their shot with you, their words slurring together and eyes crossing. You almost missed the routine and the rigid structure of it all.

Almost.

There was one big factor that was the main driving force in why you had left the armed forces.

Valeria.

You two held a bond that was certainly more than friends, but never had the time to define it. Stolen kisses behind closed doors, nights spent sneaking into each others’ rooms in the barracks, always having your and her uniform patches swapped, always finishing training first before everyone and heading to the showers together, only for you to emerge flushing redder than the arroz rojo served in the mess hall. 

You swore up and down to your bunkmates that you showered only in cold water, mumbling some excuse about it being better for your skin and scalp. But you never offered up any explanation as to why you didn’t smell like body wash or shampoo, and instead of a very distinct cologne.

On the outside, you and Valeria seemed like the closest of friends. It was only natural, especially being the only two women in the Especiales, that you would become fast friends. That was all that anyone ever saw. Two women, in the prime of their lives, forming an inseparable bond reinforced by the camaraderie and patriotism of being part of Mexico’s most elite fighting force. 

But it all came to a grinding halt one fateful day. She had been called out as a member of the RED Team for a mission. She never disclosed where, when, or why she was leaving, only that it would be soon, and quickly changed the subject with a chaste forehead kiss.

One morning, you had woken up to an empty bed. Her things were all as she had left them the night before, scattered around the floor, seemingly as if she had never left. Her uniform was still on the floor in a crumpled heap, her boots unlaced, and her stack of hair ties still looped around one end of the metal bedpost. The unopened bottle of her cologne was still in your bag, having been placed there the night before. But she was missing, nowhere to be found. 

Later that week, after being denied time and time again by your superiors in your near-frantic requests to communicate with her via the radio you knew never left her belt, there was a small, white envelope pushed under your door with your name on the outside of it, written in her signature scratchy handwriting. That, alone, was enough to send you into a fit of tears and uncontrollable sobs as you just stared at the envelope in your trembling hand. You knew letters like this were only ever given to soldiers who had just lost a loved one, whether they were on or off-duty. 

The sound of the bell attached to the shop’s door jingled, snapping you out of the melancholic haze of memories that you had nearly lost yourself in moments earlier. Your head snapped up and at attention, watching with keen eyes as a group of very intoxicated men stumbled in and seated themselves at the high stool seats at the counter. 

Even as they were presumably parts of the same group, there was one thing that stood out about all of them: they all were armed to the teeth, even donning bulletproof vests with rounds of bullets clinking together in a compartment on their utility belts. The sounds of loud, raucous laughter floated through the small area, mixing with slurred words and vague gestures from the men. 

You stood there, behind the counter with your hands firmly in your pockets as you surveyed them all carefully, analyzing their mannerisms and how they seemed to be just a tad too confident at this time of night, drunkenly traipsing around. Plastering your signature customer service smile on your face before approaching the men with a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other, twirled around between your fingers in an intricate pattern. That pattern had been taught to you by Valeria while the two of you were still in boot camp and bored during the class lectures, but the habit stuck. “Are you gentlemen ready to order, or do you need more time?” you question, all of their heads turning to look at you with gazes that weren’t unfamiliar. These same gazes you had endured for years, all too aware of the way their eyes raked up and down your body in the shirt and sweatpants you had decided to wear. 

What they failed to see, in their collective drunken stupor, was the strength of a fine-tuned human weapon underneath the facade of a smiling woman. It might have been years since you had left the military, but your skills were just as sharp as ever. You might have had a bit more muscle definition in the past, but the quiet strength was still there, lurking just under the surface.

Suddenly, another jingle from the door catches your attention as a head of familiar black hair and a husky laugh you had sworn you wouldn’t ever hear again, rang out. “Boys, mamí’s here!” 

In an instant, your hand stills, the pen that was spinning atop it falling to the tiled floor with a sharp clatter. Thoughts raced through your mind at the all-too-familiar sound of the woman’s laugh, rich, full, and husky in all the right ways. The laugh you hadn’t heard in years. The laugh that both haunted and soothed your dreams. 

It was her. Valeria Garza. The woman you had assumed to be dead for the past six years, alive, well, and seemingly happy, stood behind you. She was oblivious to your identity, only registering a vague familiarity upon seeing your back and hair. You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was her. 

There’s a soft grunt from behind you as she squats down to pick up the pen that you had dropped onto the floor, and a tap on your back accompanied by a soft request. “Ma’am? I think you dropped this pen-” she begins, but she’s quickly shut up as you turn around to face her.

Her face, etched into your memory, was just the same as you remembered, but now with a few new smile lines around her eyes and some eye bags underneath those midnight eyes of hers. Eyes that you had gotten lost in, once upon a time, now stared back at you in silent shock. 

“Val-?” you all but choke out, incredulously. She greets your own shock with a similar expression of your own, every last bit of her previously confident and jovial manner gone within an instant. “Gatita-?” she questions, the old nickname that she used to call you slipping out just as easily as it had in the past. 

Any and all resolve in your body crumbles, and you take the pen from her hand, blinking back tears. Tears of unresolved grief, anger, joy, and betrayal. They threaten to spill, but you clear your throat and turn your attention back to the notepad in your hand, watching as she sits herself down on one of the stools alongside who you can only assume are her friends or colleagues. The cold military disposition takes over, thinly veiled by a mask of polite professionalism, the smile on your face wavering slightly.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m suddenly feeling unwell. I’ll have another server out here to help you in just a moment,” you mumble, rushed and apologetic, but not quite knowing who you were apologizing to before setting the pen and notepad down on the counter and sprinting to the back door of the establishment, all but slamming it open. You didn’t dare look back, knowing full well that Valeria would be staring at you, surprise and guilt etched into her features. 

[nhlclover]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 | 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒

word count: 1.24k

summary: it’s your birthday but your boyfriend doesn’t show.

warnings: based on 'the moment i knew' by taylor swift, angst, crying

I walked up the front steps of my friend's house, the house seeming a little too quiet. It was just before 8 pm on the night of my 21st birthday, and my friend was hosting a small party for me with our friends. It was pretty obvious, however, that it was going to be a big party with a bunch of people. I knock on the door and hear a little bit of shuffling before the door swings open, revealing my friend.

“Happy birthday, y/n!” she cheers, bringing me in for a hug.

“Thank you, Lily.” I smile, stepping into the house, and shutting the door behind me. As I do so, dozens of people jump out from behind furniture and from behind walls, shouting a blend of surprises and happy birthdays. I pretend to be shocked, plastering a fake surprise look on my face.

“Oh my gosh, you did this for me?” I ask.

“You knew didn’t you?” she asks, sighing.

“I’m sorry it was a little obvious.” I chuckle. “But I appreciate it so much, thank you, Lily.”

I greeted some other friends who all wished me a happy birthday. When the flow of people slowed, I realized one person was missing from the group.

“Where’s Trevor?” I asked Lily, inquiring about my boyfriend's presence, or lack thereof.

“I think he’s coming a little later.” she replies, her voice sounding unsure. “The ducks' game only ended like, 30 minutes ago. Don’t worry, y/n, he said he’d be here.”

I nod, accepting the explanation. She was probably right, after all. He would have to shower after the game and get dressed. I expel a sigh of relief and accept a drink being handed to me by another friend. I engage in conversation with friends I haven't seen in months, people asking me how I’ve been, though I’m only half present in the conversations as I keep one eye on the door, waiting for him to walk through. 

An hour passed and he still hadn’t shown. I was only able to forget about it for a few minutes before I let my mind wander, recalling how much effort I had put into my look that night. I had worn a pink silk mini dress that had a slight cow-neck; the exact dress Trevor had told me looked amazing on me when I bought it two weeks prior. I had done a bit more makeup than normal, deeming that it was a special occasion, and done my hair in soft curls.

Finally, the door opens, and I see Mason and Jamie walk in, but see Trevor not with them. They spot me and come up to me. 

“Happy birthday, y/n!” they say simultaneously. 

“Thanks, guys.” I smile back, hugging them both. “Is Trevor with you?”

Mason and Jamie exchange confused looks. “Uh, no. We came straight from the arena. He said he needed to stop by the house first.” Jamie shrugged.

“Oh.” I falter. 

“I’m sure he’s just changing or something.” Mason recovered, hoping to save my hopes. “He said he’d be here.”

Hours passed and my boyfriend had yet to walk through the door, no matter how intently I looked at it. I had spent all my energy pretending that nothing was bothering me, entertaining the people that were there to celebrate me. My social battery was almost empty and my emotions were starting to rise to the surface. I excused myself from the current conversation I was trapped in, as I walked down the hallway, finding the bathroom and locking myself inside it. Just as tears threaten to spill from my eyes, a knock on the door forces me to keep them in.

“Occupied!” I choke out, fanning my eyes.

“Y/n… It’s Jamie and Mason.” I hear Jamie’s soft voice say from the other side of the door. His sad tone threatens the dam that’s keeping my tears back. 

I unlock the door, opening it. Their soft expressions are what pushes me over the edge, as tears start to fall from my eyes. Jamie catches me in an embrace as my knees give out, sobs engulfing my body. He holds me up as I keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders. Mason steps in, shutting the door behind him so I can cry in private. They don’t say anything as they let me expel my emotions. Finally, I pull back from Jamie, wiping my tears off my scarlet cheeks, when another knock comes at the door. My false sense of hope spikes, as I think momentarily that Trevor finally showed up, however, it falls when I hear Lily’s voice.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” she asks. I nod at Mason to open the door.

He does so, revealing my puffy and red face, with my birthday makeup slipping off. “Oh, y/n.” she winces.

The pity in her voice only makes me feel worse as I break down again, this time in her arms. “He said he’d be here.” I wept. 

As it was nearing 1 in the morning, Lily decided to send everyone home. She gave me a spare change of clothes, not wanting to send me back to my apartment alone tonight. Jamie and Mason were the last to leave, also hesitant to leave me alone.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. I’ve got Lily here. Don’t worry about me.” I force a smile.

“Sleep well, y/n.” Mason said. “And trust us, we’ll kick his ass whenever we see him next.”

I chuckled softly at his comment, thanking them both as they walked to the car before getting in and driving home. I totter over to the guest bedroom, tucking myself in and letting myself drift off to sleep, which proved easy to do after my emotions had worn me down. 

When I awoke, the mid-morning sun cut through the blinds casting a soft glow on the room. I rubbed at my tender eyes, the remaining makeup from the night before that hadn’t been washed away by my tears coming off on my knuckles. The bedside clock reads 11:03. I look around for my phone, but don’t see it. I slide out of the sheets, making my way to the kitchen where I see it on the table.

I pick it up and turn it on, seeing the lock screen flooded with a myriad of notifications, spotting Mason’s text asking me how I was doing at the top. A few notifications down I spot my boyfriend's contact name covering the next few spots. I had missed a series of text messages and phone calls that had come in that morning from him.

Trevor y/n I’m so sorry my love

Trevor I knocked out after the game and slept all the way until this morning

Trevor Baby please answer my calls I'm so sorry

I sigh, seeing he had texted me about 5 more times and called about 5 more. Hesitantly, I clicked on his number. The phone rang twice before I heard his voice come through the phone.

“Y/n?” he asked softly. 

“Hi.” I croaked out.

There was a beat of silence as I could tell Trevor was considering what to say first.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it.” 

Tears begin to spill onto my cheeks as the emotions of last night come to the forefront of my mind.

"I'm sorry too." I say softly.

[astermath]

theres like four i wanted to send but ill pick my favourite i guess... so "oh, sweetheart- come here.” with steve maybe?

the way I’m making all of these emotional as hell ajdkdk am I projecting a little? maybe! but that’s okay (I think). anyways ty for sending one in my dear! have a lovely day! ♡

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3K

normal sized font below!

send in some touch starved prompts! ♡

You’re a hard worker. Always were. Whenever you were engaged in something, you gave it your all. College was no exception to this rule either. Your parents has sacrificed a lot for you to be able to go, and being a girl, you felt like you had to prove to everyone that you too were worthy of a higher education. Especially in a male dominated field like bioscience.

You’d spent ages putting together a thesis about your research. Steve was sure you were at your desk more than your bed, and as your boyfriend, that concerned him. But he knew better than to bother you with overbearing comments and concerns, so he tried his best to be supportive instead. Stopped by your desk whenever he could to bring you a snack or some tea, remind you to drink water, and always saying how proud he was and how you’d knock that presentation out of the park.

So when the day of your presentation came, he was almost as nervous as you were. Even during his shift at work, he had to stop himself from texting you to ask how it went.

So when he came home and called out for you, but didn’t get an immediate response, he was a bit worried to say the least. Usually he’d already be met with a hug or a kiss without even being fully through the front door yet. Now the apartment feels eerily quiet, not even the sound of a shower running or the stove being on. It feels wrong. Off.

"Honey?" He calls out, his nerves starting to set in. His socked feet padded over the wooden planks of your Indianapolis apartment, making his way over to your shared bedroom. The door was closed, but he could see a sliver of light peeking through below it. He held his breath for just a moment, and soon enough, he heard you sniffling and sobbing quietly.

"Baby, you in there?" You both know he knows you're there already, but he wants you to know you can have a moment alone if you feel like it. As out of character as that would be, since you always shared your toughest moments with one another.

He goes quiet again, hearing the bed creak slightly, and your slow, shuffling footsteps over to the door. He sees your shadow disrupt the light underneath, and the way you're taking your time worries him even more. Usually, the two of you would be in each other's arms already, slumped onto the couch and watching whatever was on TV.

The knob turns and the door opens just enough to reveal you standing there. You're already in pajamas, wearing one of his old high school shirts. He'd find it endearing, if he wasn't so overtaken with concern for you. Your head is dropped, so he can't see your face, but your hair looks messy. He's guessing you've been in bed since you got home a little over an hour ago.

"Hey," He steps into the bedroom with you, "how'd it uh-- how'd it go?" He regrets asking as soon as those words leave his mouth. Clearly it didn't go well, and now it just sounds like he's rubbing it in.

Instead of answering, you look up at him, and his heart aches at the sight of you. Your nose is red and your eyes are watery and puffy from crying the entire time. You look a mess, a sad, cute, adorable mess, but he feels so bad for you.

“Oh, sweetheart… Come here.” He opens up his arms and you practically crash into them, your face hiding into the crook of his neck as you start sobbing into his shoulder again.

You clutch onto him, your hands balling up the fabric of his shirt like he’s going to fade away if you don’t. Your body shakes with every sob that comes from you, it’s almost enough to make him start crying too.

He remains quiet, rubbing your back and holding you tight, his face resting against the top of your head. He presses a kiss to your hair every now and then, his way of saying “I’m so sorry this is happening right now, I’m so sorry this is all I can do”.

He lets you cry, because he knows it’s exactly what you need to do right now. Sometimes you just need to feel, not have to explain or think too much, that can come after.

You mumble something into his shoulder after seemingly having composed yourself a little again.

"What's that baby?" He pulls back a little, arms still around you.

"I fucked up so bad..." You look up at him, puppy eyes still halfway brimming with tears.

"What makes you say that?" He gently rubs over your upper arm. His hand his warm and soft, and it eases your mind just a little.

"I was such a mess... I-- I didn't even get to say or explain half the things I wanted to, and-- and I just couldn't talk. Like my body wouldn't let me."

Steve knows about your anxiety, and your fear of public speaking. You'd practiced so many times in front of him, but that was easy, you trusted him more than anybody else. Then you tried it in front of Robin and Eddie, which was a little harder, but they were your friends too. Presenting something you'd spent the last three months slaving away on was an entirely different thing, and to be honest, your boyfriend was already proud of you for willing to do it at all. Your grades on the thesis and assignment themselves were well past good enough to pass the semester, but you insisted on presenting it. That's how much you cared about it.

"No one's gonna take me serious Steve... Half of the people in my course think I shouldn't be there anyways, I know the way they talk about me--"

"Well they're fucking stupid. They don't know what they're talking about, and they don't know you." He interrupts you before you can psych yourself out even more. "They don't know about how passionate you are about your research, or how amazingly smart you are." His thumb strokes gently over your cheek, and his gaze is so loving you swear his pupils turn into little hearts.

"They don't know you love to sing while you cook, how caring you are, how you seem to bring out the best in everyone, including me."

You can't help but crack a smile now. You're sad, heartbroken, even, but never immune to your sweet boyfriend's charm. The world could be falling apart, and he'd still find a way to warm your heart.

"You're going to be okay, alright?"

"How can you be so sure?"

He pauses for a moment. "Because if they fail you, I'm personally fighting every single one of your professors."

You giggle, and a sense of pride instantly rushes through him. Still got it.

"Steve, no!" You playfully push into his shoulder. "Not Mr. Collister, he always gives us fun snail facts at the end of every class!"

"Okay, okay, everyone besides Mr. Collister. That a good compromise?"

"How about you don't fight anyone, huh?" Your sadness has seemed to flee your mind entirely. At least for the time being.

"Well, I probably won't have to, there's no way they're not letting my gorgeous," he pecks your lips softly, "brilliant," peck, "amazing," peck, "girlfriend pass the semester."

You giggle with every kiss, and wind your arms around him before he can pull away again, your lips meeting again, but for longer this time. He hums softly into it, satisfied that you're feeling better.

"Hmm, I love you Stevie."

"Love you too hun. How 'bout I cook your favorite dinner tonight, huh?"

"Can we maybe order takeout instead?"

He grins. "Anything for you, sweet girl."

@palmtreesx3 @inkluvs

[sebsxphia]

Jake just got home from a dangerous, difficult mission, that had a few close calls more than what you are comfortable with (that number being zero). After the quiet dinner where he told you what he could as you sat next to him with your head resing on his shoulder, some cuddling on the couch and a shared steaming hot shower, you get to love making, to fill in for the time spent apart. Jake is making you feel so good, you have tears streaming down your cheeks. You were close to tears throughout the day, from the relief Jake's presence made you feel. But now, with the two of you being so completely open and intimate with each other, you don't even think of holding the tears, or anything back. (Jake at first worried you were crying because he hurt you somehow, but you reassured him that these are "happy tears, baby, so, so happy".) Your mouth is pulled in a taut o shape, soundlessly moaning, eyes fluttering between almost closed and almost open, back arching off the bed despite him laying most of his weight on you while you are right at the brink of your high and at the moment you tumble over. Not a second later, as your tight walls ripple around him, your body tries to fold in on itself, back no longer arching, your face burried in the curve of his neck, heaving sobs moving your stomach in sync with your inner walls' movements. Jake stopped all of his thrusts, and fills you up, burried deep within you, swimming in the ecstacy you make him feel.

He is looking up from where his head rested on your shoulder, taking in your tearstained, beautiful face. He is still lightheaded from the pleasure, but you are deeper in still.

"Jake..." that's all you can muster to whisper, awe, love and a deep, desperate longing thick in your breaking voice.

He knows he needs to soothe you, but he is too drunk on the ecstasy you made him feel. He goes in quick with a searing kiss, hoping to communicate all the adoration and devotion he cannot yet put into words, still trying to get back his senses. You continue with chanting his name like a prayer once you break the kiss for air. He peppers your face with lingering pecks and after a few, he is gently whispreing words of reassurance and love to soothe you.

Your cries fade. You are exhausted, but so satisfied and still have an iron grip around him, hands trying to cover his entire back.

"I love you, Honey, so much" he whispers into your ear, and all you have in reply is a sole laugh that turns into a hiccup before you kiss him. It is slow, sensual, all encompassing. It makes the both of you dizzy and lose your sense of time.

Once you separate, you keep your foreheads and noses touching as Jake turns the both of you to your sides, hiking your leg up on his hip, pulling you as close as he can, still burried deep within you.

You never notice when, but some time between sweet words and gentle kisses, you two fall asleep, safe and sound to wake up long hours later in each other's arms.

- 💚

oh my goodness, my beloved anon! 🥺😭 i was thinking about incredibly intimate and passionate lovemaking with jake last night. it’s like you read my mind when you sent this 🤭 no, because, just! oh god. i love this so, so much and i feel like this is incredibly real for when you’re both retunited. you’ve mentioned it before, how before the lovemaking, fucking, or sex, there’s just this time that you both want to spend with each other. you’re catching up, feeling the other one out with soft and gentle touches, and steamy showers together. of course there’s both needy kisses when you’re first reunited, but taking your time together is so incredibly jake coded and precious to him. thank you so much for this incredible thot my beloved anon! 💌

[bchanslvr]

hey! can i please request some fluff with harry potter? it can be anything you want! 💘

strawberry shortcake [hp x fem!reader]

word count — 2k (2, 954)

warnings — kissing, anxiety? overal no warnings

summary — you get a bad score and your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue to comfort you.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i couldn't think of an idea so i just came up with one from my own life. basically i had this test that i failed so my math grade from a b to a d.. and so i thought why not just use that and your request to create a fluffy harry x reader where he comforts the reader after a bad grade. i hope you enjoy. also i think i'd like to start writing on here again. and i swear i'll actually do ideas that you guys send me so please send any interesting ideas for me to do. also i tried to check for all grammar errors but im only human after all <3

you felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your head when you saw your history of magic score. god save me, you thought.

you were stupid. you had a week to study, yet like you always do, you procrastinated and studied for 15 minutes before going to sleep.

and of course the material didn't stick in your head, so you got a poor score on the test. gosh not even poor, it was a tragedy. 13/45? come on. your grade was going to be a disaster. especially so close to break and finals. what were you going to do about it?

your mind was racing a million miles per hour thinking of anything that can help, but you kept running into obstacles.

how about i go during my free time for tutoring? you thought. yes that'll be great! oh wait. i need to go on my plant in herbology. scratch that. how about i beg for a retake? oh who am i kidding? he hates me he'll never let me re-take. maybe i can tell him a sob story, and then he'll have to be sympathetic and help in some way. i know he doesn't do extra credit but-

"hey y/n" harry said walking over to you with his messanger bag in hand.

you stood there frozen for a minute before looking up to say "oh.. hi harry..".

and well, harry could be oblivious sometimes. well, most of the time, but he saw the apathetic look on your face, and he just knew something was wrong. he was smart enough to know he couldn't ask you head on so he said,

"listen, y/n, i see something bothering you, so do you think you would want to go to hosmead after school with me to help you feel better? after all that's what i'm hear for" harry said.

"um... well... i... oh, forget it; yes, I'll come. meet me near the willow tree at 5 and we'll head there. maybe it will clear my mind. thank you again, harry," you said with a wide grin because at least you had someone who cared about you.

"no problem sugar, try to keep your head up till the rest of the day. ill see you later!!" harry said before winking at you and leaving the classroom.

you simply smiled back at him and began packing up your stuff to head out to your next class which was at the oppostie of the end of the school so you had to hurry before you were late.

the rest of the day passed by in such a blur. you didn't pay attention in any of your classes and just sat there in your seat like a statue. you almost ended up falling asleep in charms, but your partner bumped your elbow in time before professor flitchwick came by your seat and harassed you.

you couldn't wait to go to hogsmead with harry. you were having a terrible week, so you really needed this.

so you got to your dorm, did the usual stuff. put away your things, took a long shower, spent more than 10 minutes figuring out what you were going to wear, and just barely ran to the tree on time.

lucky for you, harry was just arriving as well, so you weren't late.

"hi sweetheart! im glad you made it" harry said after giving you a peck kiss on your cheek.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and pshh, whatttt that's just because of how cold it is outside since it's the beginning of november. totally not because of harry's gesture.

you still couldn't believe you scored with the pride of the school. everything that happened between meeting him and dating him was golden. you once believed that love would be black and white, but it's golden.

anyways you need to stop going back to the past and try to stay in the present more.

".. so i was just thinking we'd hit up the leaky cauldron and get a drink and then we can go anywhere you like. like if you have any errands to run. we could do that."

you smiled at him and said, "yes, butterbeer sounds great. "

he smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours.

you tightened your grip on his hand, and smiled to yourself. walking hand in hand to hogsmead.

you guys window shopped until you got to the leaky cauldron. harry being close with the bartender, got to get booth seats and two butterbeers for free cause it was "long over due".

you sat opposite of each other. playing tootsie and giggling at each other's stories about random things like first years.

you stayed there until your drinks were long over, and you guys just talked about whats going on in your lives.

and all too soon it started getting darker, so you had to start leaving. harry gave the bartender a big tip after he once again intertwined his fingers with yours.

you arms swang together as you shuffled closer to stay warm.

kicking the snow on the ground and living carefree.

walking and talking all the way till he reached your dorm door.

 "so.. this is it for today. tomorrow we can go somewhere else, okay? so i guess it's good night love, sleep well-" he started before being interrupted.

"but i want you to stay!" you said, pouting.

"what?" he said, confused.

"yes, harry you heard me, i want you to stay." you said adamentally.

"but what about the enchantments?" he asked.

"oh don't worry hermione got those removed for all of us a long long time ago when she started dating ron"

"your kidding. you absolutey joking with me right?" he said looking ludocrus.

"no honey, im being 100% serious right now" you said smirking at his dumb expression. 

"and nobody told me???? i wanted to sleep next to you the entire time, but i though the enchantments were going to block me. why didn't you say anything?" he said, now being the one who was pouting.

"i don't know why my love. and i'm so sorry; can we cuddle now?" you asked. eye lashes fluttering at him so pretty he just had to give in.

"oh alright, i forgive you" he said smiling.

"yay!" you said as you dragged him by the hand and onto your bed. he would've still be mad at you but how can he be when he sees those eyes of yours that just stare at him full of love, every single minute of your day?

"...and then eat and-hello? harry? HARRY! are you even listening?" you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention

"oh! woops i'm sorry dove, i got lost in your eyes"

"oh please" you asked, blushing.

"no love, i'm being totally serious right now. they're my favorite part about you. they tell me everything i need to know before it even comes out of your mouth," he said, bringing his hand to caress your right cheek in a loving manner.

"well- i-" you sputter, trying to think of something to say.

"shut up"  he says, in a demanding manner.

he pushed you onto the bed, so that your back was against it and he was on top of you. he was smirking and checking you out as you layed there.

and, to be honest, it made you.. feel things. warm cheeks and a fluttery feeling inside

you loved harry, he was a wonderful man. but God, he was so slow.

he never got any "action" in the love department before you. which you enjoyed because you liked the thought that you would be his first everything.

so far, nothing more than a heavy make-out session with some clothes off has happened. and you would never ever push him or force him to satisfy you until he comes to you.

and you'd wait as long as he made you but he was so dense sometimes.

like now. he doesn't even know the things he does to your insides as he looks at you like that.

"well are you gonna do something or just stare at me like that?" you ask.

he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. his soft velvety lips that have been bitten and chewed on were perfect against yours.

you ran your fingers through the side of his hair and pulled him close till he was one against your boobs.

his hand traveled to your neck, holding you until you had to break apart to breathe.

you giggled at his dazed expression and then pushed him over and straddled him so now you were on top.

now it was his turn to chuckle as he looked up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

sparkling admised the red curtains and your bed sheets.

you couldn't help it as you smashed his lips into yours once again. it was safe to say you were completely mad for him as he grabbed your waist closer to him.

his hands roamed all over your body. squeezing and pinching and holding any part of your body he could reach. his hands werecoming over to squeeze your ass when-

"Y/N!!! Y?N?? WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ME AND RON ARE- ohhhh..." hermione said as she barged into your shared dorm.

you broke apart so fast you must of his hit his head with your chin. ron stood behind hermione shell-shocked and she stood there with the doorknob in her hand speechless.

"im so sorry y/n oh my gosh. i can stay in ron's dorm tonight. don't worry about it. i-uhm have fun you two?.. hahaha bye."

and they slammed the door after that and you could hear them running away frantically. trying to erase the memory of each of their best friends getting it on.

you just sat there on his lap not knowing what just happened and he broke out in a loud laugh. that kind of contagious laugh that cheers everyone up.

you joined him in it and rolled him over so you were both lying on your sides facing each other.

"the l0ook on ron's face i- cant-t"

soon enough the laughing simmidered down and you both just stared at each other.

he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you when you interrupted his train of thought to say: "i actually have the matching pajama set that you got us for christmas last year remember? we couldn't wear it because we were so busy. why don't we wear it now?" you inquired.

"oh yeah! i remember! that's a great idea y/n!" he said, grabbing your cheeks in both hands, squishing them together "my baby's a genius isn't she" he baby talked to you and made you smile and laugh till your jaws hurt.

he then went to get the clothes for you. before yelling about how the girls dormitory had more room than the boys to which you giggled at from where you were on the bed. he then finally brought them back to your bed.

it wasn't anything much it had a snowman and snowflake print on the pants in a velvety soft material, and a ringer tee that said "oh deer"

you went into the bathroom to change happily. thinking about how you still went somewhere else to change even though it has been almost a year of dating him. you were still scared of him seeing you all barren like that and he didn't mind.

but if he was to say, he wouldn't mind you looking like that.

he cleared his throat and looked around to distract his thoughts of you before you showed up dressed looking the most perfect holiday angel.

he couldn't help but blush slightly as you sauntered over with a goofy smile on your face. he didn't like that it rendered his muscles into jello and his stomach to jump around like it did.

"come on now don't make me wait!" you said, giggling and jumping onto your side of the bed.

he smiled at you before joining next to you on the bed. he made himself more comfortable before he thought of something.

"do you want to go down for dinner love?" he asked

"hmphhh, i frogot about that. ughhhhhh do we have toooooo?? m' to comfortable." you said, pulling your blanket higher over you and melting into harry's side and the pillow.

he chuckled again, "that's just what i was about to say. don't worry i have it all sorted out"

he clapped twice before winky the elf walked out of thin air and bowed down to harry.

"hi there winky, how have you been?" harry asked genuinely.

"i've been good sir. how has master harry potter been?"

"i've been good. listen now, i have a request. can you bring us our dinner to our bed? i don't know if it's allowed but me and my girlfriend here don't want to walk down to dinner. can you do that?"

"sure winky can bring food for master harry potter and his girlfriend! winky would be delighted to be of service!"

"thank you winky i know i can count on you. could you also bring us two glasses of water and any dessert you have?"

"yes sir i'll be back here as soon as i can!"

and just like that she disappeared again leaving you guys in silence.

"well well well... look at you, with your own personal elf huh? what will hermione think?"

"shut up, winky actually likes to work and i'm just helping her to be in service" he said, and with that he pinched you.

"oww!! harry!! i know i was just teasing you. and you know actually in my house when you clap two times you either turn on or off a light not make an elf appear"

"oh yeah well-"

winky appeared out of thin air again with a tray in her hands

"here you are sir and sir's girlfriend. for your dessert like you asked i brought you somthing we had left over, strawberry shortcakes!! is this okay for master harry potter?" she asked.

harry grabbed it from her hand and placed in the middle of the bed.

"it's perfect winky thank you. you are dismissed now. "thank you sir. if there is anything else you would like me to do winky will be glad to service you again!"

she disappeared out of the thin air she came from.

"alright then dig in my love" he said.

"thank you harry, you're a dear" you say.

he blushed at the nickname but ate nonetheless. until you got to the dessert, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. but just when you were about to dig in on the cake both of your utensils clinked as they were reaching for the cake at the same time.

you looked at each other and laughed. "how about we do this? i know this might be a little cringe but i can feed you and you can feed me"

"ah yes be romantic in our bed with pajamas on, sure let's" harry said chuckling.

you shook your head with a smile and grabbed a piece on your fork, his mouth wide open and waiting. you gently pushed it into his mouth and brought it back out.

then it was his turn to dip his fork into the cheesecake and feed it to you like that. that kept altering until the cake was done. when it was done and about to be cleaned up you observed a small piece of frosting hanging on his chin.

you smiled to your self before putting your thumb into your mouth to collect wetness before wiping away the smudge.

he seemed surprised at first and then finally came to his senses.

he grabbed your wrist when it was just about to leave and pulled you closer. you look at him startled before he smashed his lips onto you once again. he pressed himself against you and warmed you up from the inside.

he tasted like strawberries and smelled like the leftover smell of a fireplace that's been extingushed.

you closed your eyes and gave in to his ministrations. allowing him to place you on your back on your bed again and kiss you like no tomorrow. you were panting as you broke apart.

that went on for a few more minutes till the high went off and he seemed embarrassed of what he did.

"harry. darling. don't worry. i liked it. if you hadn't started it, i would've" you said, caressing his arm.

he seemed to be reassured in your words and smiled at you. he put the tray away for the elfs to get in the morning along with your clothes to be washed.

you both set yourself comfortable and snuggled into the warm covers.

you wanted to face him but your back demanded to be faced the other way. you swore you had a back problem, and you were not even twenty!! so you faced your back to his face. thought he didn't mind. he actually preferred it this way because he could put his leg on top of you pull you closer to his chest.

you could feel his breath down your neck and his hand inching over your stomach lacing with yours. his face hidden among your soft hair.

you layed there content and belly full with the love of your life and delicious food. your bad score from the morning is a faint memory in the back of your mind. you can worry about that when exams come but for now life was good.

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[okkotsui]

kavetham ⇄ ignorance is a bliss.

synopsis : your lovers seem to have their own worlds after kaveh returned from his project relating to akademiya and it looks like they have been neglecting you ever since.

warnings / tags : angst to fluff, polyamorous and established relationship, mentions of kavetham having seggs without you (not too detailed), top!kaveh, bottom!alhaitham, use of pet names (love & darling), soft hearted & sensitive!gender–neutral reader.

author’s note : unedited, will do later (or not). badly written, bear with me.

it has been almost a week since kaveh returned from his work and everything that occurred this week is not making you delighted by any means. people said that you should have talked to them, communication is the key but— what communication when you were overlooked by your own lovers?

your heart feels heavy but you understand it yourself that you cannot cry at this rate of heaviness within your heart where you just want to scream it out yet, it was another night without them having intimacy towards you.

for the third time in the week— you are not so certain of yourself that this was the third time without having you thus, you began to overthink whilst hearing them. at this point, you just want to be gone out of the thin air.

hearing both of their moans and groans made your heart clench from the bathroom to the kitchen and everywhere else, you don‘t know how to talk to them out of this.

“ah, fuck—! kaveh, faster!” hearing alhaitham begged for something made you gulp, not from the way it aroused you but the way that they don’t even care about you hearing them.

“yeah, i know— shit” kaveh added after alhaitham’s demand and that’s how it was your last straw for the evening.

you were getting tired of everything.

as they finished showering and doing their own business, they noticed that you fell asleep in the bed the three of you are sharing, they both looked at each other, sighing in trouble.

you weren't asleep, you just yearned for a rest mentally and physically but having them by your side made you more irritated than usual and you know it is not a good sign.

you both waited for them to fall asleep until you felt your patience getting thinner and thinner, removing their arms and legs around you with the audacity to make love without you and without even thinking about you.

you went to the living room, and walking down the hall you started with a silent sob for the whole week that had transpired, flopping down the couch. you spent all a few hours crying your heart out however, knowing alhaitham’s ears are sensitive, he cannot help to hear your cries and pleas.

alhaitham shook kaveh’s body half a sleeper, he did feel the space between them— he woke up his senior upon noticing your cries getting louder.

“ugh, what is it?” the blonde groaned, removing the former scribe’s hand away from him.

“idiot, it’s [name], they’re crying." once he said those, kaveh’s eyes opened shot, he does not care if he got blinded by the lights beside him.

“alhaitham, this is all your fault.” the architect nearly spat, moving faster toward the living room that you have been staying with.

alhaitham was left there, guilty. he may be the reason why you were left neglected for almost a week.

you were still crying, pleading with the gods or whoever was out there.

“p–please... ma...ke it s–stop” you hiccup, your heart was shattered into thousands of pieces.

whilst stepping into the living room, they heard you alright. their heart cracking from that time— especially alhaitham’s.

what they didn't know, you’ve been thinking a lot about what if’s in your head while crying your heart out. what if they don’t want you anymore? what if they’re too tired for you? what if they just pity you so th—

kaveh rushed into you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears, calming you down “shh, shh, love, please” his voice was not normal than usual, of course it is a serious matter to discuss.

this is a rare occurrence, they both tend to forget you which was unintentional but this time? it was more likely an intentional one despite alhaitham.

of course, alhaitham was standing beside him all awkward and heartbroken from seeing you cry— because of him.

“i’m sorry my love, i’m so sorry” kaveh almost chanted, repeating it for him to forgive on what he did.

“i–if you‘re rea–lly sorry, why did you two still ignored me as if i’m not here anymore!” you screamed, tears still flowing from your eyes.

“you could’ve said that you two don’t want me anymore, i–i can understand that,”

“you could’ve said that you two wanted some time together, i–i can let you two do your thing” you added.

their throat formed lumps from controlling themselves as they let you cry your heart out. what is the use of this polyamorous relationship if the three of them are not communicating?

“no, i’m sorry,” alhaitham finally spoke curtly, his hand forming into a fist, his nails marking his palms.

you stopped speaking at it was his first time doing so.

“it’s my fault, everything is my fault. i wanted him that i didn't even think about others or anything when he arrived. i’m being selfish because of that.” he tried, he wanted to explain further but he understands that your feelings were above your mind at this point.

“didn't think about others?! alhaitham, am i just no one to you?! you could have just broken up with me if you did!” you threw your head back from the headache, you were now out of tears to shed and missing the liquids of your body to process everything around you.

“no, i’m sorry, i was blinded by lust and selfishness that i started to forget you. don’t blame kaveh, i am taking the accountability it on my stead,” he confessed, kneeling in front of you as kaveh offered you some water that he got whilst alhaitham was explaining himself as you took it, drinking it.

“no, it is also my fault, i should have stopped him but he was too... stubborn to let go” kaveh‘s excuse was just like hearing it on blaming everything to alhaitham as the latter sent glare of daggers on him back.

“i’m sorry, darling. i really do, i’ll do everything to make it up to you” he held your hands, kissing it tenderly, so soft, so fragile— just like you.

“i don’t want to fight you two, i hate it, i don’t want to lose you two.” you finally spoke, still giving small hiccups from the aftermath.

“but i won’t forgive you two so easily, almost half of my trust is gone by that time.” you added which they both nodded.

“we still want you— we still love you, so much, we don’t want to break up with you and we don’t want to leave you out again, we’re sorry we didn't listen to you, sorry we didn't say anything, sorry for doing this to you.” kaveh caressed your under eyes with his thumb, you still have your guard up and anytime, you will break everything off with them with one more wrong move.

you drank the water that has given to you earlier, nodding to them and pouting at them. kaveh gave you a soft kiss as alhaitham sat up, giving you one of the sweetest kisses that he had given to you— it made you tear up as kaveh consoles you once again.

kaveh carried you back to the room you three are sharing as alhaitham intertwines your hand softly, your sniffling was from your sobbing as it finally subsided already.

too tired to speak or to move, the architect placed you down on the bed, snuggling with you and that was when you felt at home, with the two of them— kissing your forehead and saying “good night darling love, sweet dreams, we’re sorry again” they snaked their arms and legs with yours as you sighed ragged, feeling their touches light and as if it is asking for forgiveness.

the morning came, kaveh was still asleep as both you and alhaitham were awake but the latter was cooking breakfast whilst you did not know you only discovered he did when he made you breakfast in bed which made your heart swell up.

but this doesn’t mean you forgave him, no.

days like this continued, breakfast in bed, then appreciating and loving you more than ever, taking you on dates— not just ordinary but the usual things they do like their own way, slowly letting you feel comfortable around them once more.

and one day, you accidentally cried, thinking that they might think that you were taking advantage of them, and as the best boyfriends that they are, they assured you once more.

“i forgive you both, i’m sorry” you sniffed, their heart swelled, hugging you, and you feel officially at home once more, feeling their warmth.

“no, your feelings are valid, alright love? thank you for forgiving us, we promise— we swear that this won’t happen again” kaveh kissed your forehead like he usually does.

“i’m sorry, i love you” alhaitham pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes, as you nodded, smiling at him, both of them.

[leggerefiore]

cw: a bit angsty, Emmet dealing with Ingo's disappearance, short drabble

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“Are you sure that you will be able to keep running the Gear Station?” you asked the twin as he dressed himself for the day.

Emmet had not taken Ingo's sudden disappearance well, and nobody had really expected him to. To have someone that he had his whole life together with must have been a form of torture that no one else could understand. He had become extremely reclusive after the first week of desperate, endless searching. You could only try to bring him things that he liked, as he seemingly sobbed without end.

His pain was apparent in the condition of his room, but even more so in how he looked. The usually short crew cut grew out longer and into something messy, and small littering of facial hairs decorated across his chin. No matter what you tried, it was clear that he needed to run through his feelings first before anything could be done.

You had not expected him to come out of his room one evening and wander into the bathroom. The shower was turned on, and you could hear the sound of a shaver buzzing. You almost felt tempted to knock on the door but continued to respect his boundaries. Nearly an hour passed before he left the bathroom. Emmet wore his usual grin as he strolled across the living room to envelop you in a hug.

His grip was weaker than usual due to his lack of proper meals, but you could feel the bright spirit he had burning inside him. A kiss was pressed to your cheek. No one words were said, but the rest of the night was spent showering each other in affection.

You felt caught unawares when he woke up bright and early the next morning. It was the usual time for the all-day shift at the station, but you had not expected him to actually return back to work so quickly. Yet, you asked the question as he deftly tied his tie. Emmet turned to you for a moment and tilted his head, a usual sign that he did not understand or possibly liked what you said. He slid on his white coat still.

“Mhm!” he nodded eagerly, “I have to. Ingo and I worked too hard to get where we are.” You felt a bit distressed when he grabbed one of Ingo's spare caps from wherever he had hidden it in his room and placed it on his head. “Ingo would want me to keep running the Gear Station, so I will,” Emmet explained easily.

You were not so sure, but it was obvious that he would not be taking any push back currently. He headed to the door and turned back to you. You stepped toward him. His hand caught your cheek as he stared deeply into your eyes. Emmet's own felt like a cold, impenetrable metal that hid too many things. You realised he was forcing his feelings down.

Your hand came to grasp his cheek in return, feeling the warmth of his skin sink into your palm. He hummed. “... Darling,” his voice was soft and quiet and barely above a murmur, “Can you visit me during lunch? I would verrry much like to see you then.”

You could only smile and nod. A kiss to your lips sealed your plans as he said a quick goodbye and departed from the apartment.

You could only hope that this would make his smile genuine again.

[fostercare-expat]

Brought Fearless to kayaking class. It was great. Coaches said he was well behaved and attentive.

And I found out that one of the reasons that Fearless has been acting out is because his mom is losing her temper and slapping him. Of course he is kicking her if she is slapping him. She only told me the part where he kicked her. She failed to mention her own actions. I talked to her and she was honest. This is definitely something that we need to talk with his counsellor about. It doesn’t fit the definition of abuse in my book, but better that other people determine that.

After the great Kayaking experience, Fearless decided to self sabotage and deliberately defied me after I calmly gave him a chance to behave, I counted down from 5 slowly while he stared me dead in the face. So the consequence that I came up with in the moment was that he couldn’t go home with mom, and he had to stay the night at my place. (In retrospect I deeply regret this because it caused me 3 hour of drama after.) He wanted to go home with this mom, she wasn’t thrilled with my choice but she was supportive, he was upset, stated multiple times he wasn’t going home with me, I explained that when he chooses to misbehave, there are consequences. We all sat for while to let him cook off, he agreed to get on the subway, but when it was my stop, he didn’t want to get off, so his mom and I forced him to get off the train, we sat on the bench on the platform while he refused to talk, she eventually got on a train and left because she felt he would calm down when she wasn’t around. I spent ONE HOUR AND A HALF on that subway platform with him going through every tool in my parenting toolkit, he mostly just sobbed, and repeated the same phrase “I want to go home. Please let me go home.” I didn’t want to drag him. I tried deep breaths, I tried just a walk around the bench to get his body moving, I offered to skip around the bench, I got strangers involved to try to talk to him, I offered a phone call with his mom, I showed him her texts, I offered we could talk to the station master m, I gave him quiet space, I hugged him, I tried to get him to nap on the bench, I offered we go walk to get his favourite food, I eventually even did a frea.king cartwheel. I never lost my temper or even got frustrated once. He was basically stuck in this mindset of going home and couldn’t really entertain any other idea. He cycled through anger and sadness. But he really had no other rational thoughts. I eventually had to drag him by the arm and he sort of half shuffled along. We finally got downstairs and I called us a taxi because the 15 minute walk to my house would have been 3 hours at that rate. I had to physically pick him up off the ground outside my door and carry him in. He sat on the couch completely cationic, like a zombie, just repeating “I want to go home. I want to go home.” I offered him a shower, or to go to sleep but he was just somewhere else mentally. I got him some cold water, he just held it in his hand. I put it to his mouth and he took some sips and then said “Thank you” and he smiled. And it was like a switch had been flipped. He was laughing and joking within 30 seconds. He ate dinner and he was able to talk about what happened. He remembered all the things I tried to get him to do, but he just said he really wanted to go home and couldn’t do those those things. He did say that my cartwheel almost made him smile, so that showed he did actually have some brain function, like he wasn’t just mentally absent, and he said talking to the strangers was good. We made a video for his “Future Self” about what to do next time he get stuck in that defiant mindset. I’m going to share it with his counsellor. I think we need to work on three big things

1) Understanding bad behaviour leads to negative consequences. He ended up being MISERABLE for about 2 hours even though he had many opportunities to just listen to the authority figure and everything would get better. Dont misbehave the first time is the best strategy, but if he does mess up, then take the second chance being offered, don’t double down on the misery.

2) Awareness when he gets “stuck” and coming up with some ways to get unstuck. He needs to play an active role in controlling his own emotions. The fact that he said my cartwheel almost made him smile and that talking to the strangers calmed him down a bit makes me thing he does have some control in those moments, he’s not totally cationic. He needs to build on top of that.

3) Acceptance that just because he wants something, doesn’t mean he gets it. His mom has brought this up as well. He genuinely seems to think “Well, I want to go home so I will get to go home.” I tried to talk to him about other option, any ideas he had about other things to do, “but he kept just saying “But I want to go home”. He has a highly egotistic view of what he wants if more important than what the adult is telling him. This happened with the situation with the Principal last year too. She told him he couldn’t keep the beetle he captured as a pet and he damn well thought he should be allowed and he couldn’t see any other perspective.

I’m exhausted. Tomorrow I’ve got most of the day solo parenting ahead of me. I’m sending Fearless home as soon as he wakes up (as I promised him when he kept saying he wanted to go home) and the 3 kids go home at 3:30. I’ve got my mom coming over to take care of my girls and I’ve got a blissful 3 hours without kids to enjoy until I need to get to sleep, and then wake up on Monday and tackle 2 big deadlines that I must do. It’s all too much lately. I’m not my normal happy self. I’m really looking forward to January. Unfortunately it’s only October…