#it was so fun to observe it unfold from the side

[mexashepot]

The summary of today in my personal life

[agnireed]

THINGS UNSAID

summary 🏹 others notice what you and daryl feel for eachother but it takes longer for the connection to reach the two of you.

word count 🏹 4.8k

warnings 🏹 large age gap, side character POVs at the start, smut lol

thanks to @irisdixon1023 for the fun idea! hope i did it justice even if i changed somethings

There were plenty of events that you had found yourself in the background of throughout the apocalypse. 

You’d had to put things together at the drop of an eye because there were some questions you just didn’t ask. You didn’t need to be told the new man approaching camp was Carl’s father, evident enough by the way his mouth dropped open and Lori’s eyes flashed with hot fear and betrayal.

That unfolded in your mind exactly the same way as when you saw Shane come back from the woods with a busted nose and a manic look so intense it almost took your breath away, something cold and knowing settling in your gut but not quite strong enough for you to accuse him of planning anything. 

You never put much thought into how you might come across to somebody just observing new people you’ve met on the road that might be making their own judgements on you. The end of the world had brought one relief and that was from the constant thought about your own presentation and what a stranger might think of you. 

These already drawn conclusions were exactly the reason you were so confused with yourself for being so absorbed with why the red headed man kept glancing in your direction.

Truthly Abraham had never been somebody who bothered sugarcoating his words and pretending to be something he was not and that included being the type of person who was extremely curious about a certain dynamic he had seen unfolding in front of him.

He had only spent a few hours with you in the train car but he had managed to make a damn near solid case if he did say so himself and he was juggling with how much it was being challenged as soon as a few more bodies were thrown into the mix.

Both of you had looked worse for wear when his team found you alongside the gravely road, Glenn barely standing upright as they approached and then fully face planting the asphalt while you stared at him with a look that seemed to be a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

You kept your sentences short and sweet while Glenn was unconscious and you climbed into the back of the large truck but Abraham had a hard time being upset about your lack of manners considering you’d clearly been through hell's asshole before they had arrived. 

His plans continued to be derailed and you proved to be a serious pain in the behind but he had felt strongly enough about his people reading to assume that you were one of two things, either just a bit slow emotionally or completely in love with the man you were traveling with.

Of course he felt only a bit disgruntled when said man actually woke up and spoke only of a loving wife that he clearly would stop at nothing to find in a very large haystack but then that could explain the heartbroken look you wouldn’t stop carrying around.

It made full sense to him that you were in love with a taken man and so desperately that you were willing to risk your life to help him be happy with somebody else so he was now fully offended when he offered this idea to Glenn one night after you’d fallen asleep, just for him to laugh in his face.

Then you had been thrown into the traincar and you suddenly took on a heavy expression of grief, like you had only just now accepted you were not going to find whatever it was that you were looking for. He had figured beforehand that you had lost someone permanently but apparently you had a mission of your own. 

When the doors were opening again, this time he was happy to be an observer.

The two men entering the car looked equally as deadly as you had standing on that road side and ready to go to war for your friend's limp body and he almost pieced together they were a part of your larger group before any of you actually had turned to notice them.

Everybody tensed at the same time and then it felt like the air in the train car suddenly got much lighter. 

You’d barely looked at the bearded man that seemed to automatically capture everybody's attention first, almost like they were waiting for him to give them a command before they even processed he was standing in front of them again.

Your eyes were stuck on someone else entirely and he was happy to finally have some entertainment after being sat next to a mumbling Eugene for far too many hours. 

He didn’t need a lick of guessing to know what type of man the second was and he almost wanted to have his guard farther up if it wasn’t for the young boy beside him, peering around with big scared eyes. (Plus the fact he had come to respect you and the sight of you staring like the rugged man had hung the stars was good enough reason to relax).

The bearded man seemed to finally notice you standing there and he gave you an overwhelmingly fatherlike look, seeming like he wanted to pull you into a hug but deciding against it for reasons Abraham couldn’t quite figure out just yet.

His counterpart didn’t have the same problem and you let out a sob when he finally looked over to you, his entire tense frame melting like a little kid as he stumbled his way through the dark train car so he could fall against you.

You cradled his head like it was the single most important thing in the world and your friends around you seemed like they were suddenly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing you and making you pull out of the emotional moment. 

First assumption was that you were related in some way but that quickly faded when he noticed the way the man had his hands low on your back, squeezing and pulling you closer and closer like he could feel you slipping through his fingers.

There was nothing overtly romantic about it and certainly not sexual, not with the way you sobbed harder seeing his bruised face and sullen expression, but it definitely was too close for comfort if you were father and daughter adjacent.

Second assumption was gone as fast as it came, absolutely not lovers judging by the way you were quick to stumble out of his grasp as soon as you noticed Maggie and Glenn watching curiously, his hands lingering but eventually having to fall back to his side once you were out of reaching distance.

You made haste to hug the young boy and distract yourself from the blatant showcase of something that most likely was a secret, both to each other and the others but possibly to yourselves.

The man didn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time you all sat there devising a plan and you sobbed like a woman scorned when they were throwing flash bangs inside the car before dragging him away, having to send a swift kick to your ribs to get you to let go of his arm.

Abraham observed a scary switch in you now that he was gone again and the small almost fragile girl from before was once again replaced with the silent and constantly armed one, all emotions stripped down to your bare bones until you were left with instinct alone. 

He kept watching your group during the days that followed the fall of Terminus, building up his strongly held opinions on each of them individually and then again in pairs and larger clumps. He couldn’t help the fact that you and Daryl struck his interest, boredom taking over for the most part although Rostia had told him he needed to get a better hobby.

It was impossible not to wonder now that he knew more about the two of you, although he’d yet to speak to your male counterpart. There was a large part of him that figured it wouldn’t end too pleasantly and he was halfway busy with sucking up to you all so you’d accompany him to the end of the line for Eugene and the cure.

So he didn’t pick a fight with the archer although he wasn’t sure you would have allowed it anyways.

You were small in size but he had managed to get a few glimpses of what you could do with rage and a blunt wooden stick alone back at Terminus so he wasn’t particularly interested in seeing how you fared with a knife

You were constantly next to Daryl and it was almost a foreign sight to see one of you without the other, a strange feeling settling over anyone whenever you’d wander in alone or the rare times he went hunting without you.

There was a glint in your eye whenever somebody talked to you, like you were ready to pounce on your own family members if you needed to just to keep the man next to you safe at all cost. He was halfway to asking Maggie if you had been like that before you were separated or if it was a new adjustment but he decided against it when he saw her fondly holding Rick’s baby.

He was finding it a bit ridiculous that there were so many moving parts in your poorly oiled machine yet it was running smoothly and, not only that, but you actually seemed to love and care about each other beyond means of survival.

Abraham decided it wasn’t any of his business anymore as soon as he ruled you and Daryl off the list of potential people who would come along on his mission, pushing you to the back of his mind to will off any distractions.

_____

Maggie had always known there was something lingering deep in you for the older man but she was quickly realizing she didn’t know the half of it apparently because the way you gripped onto him for dear life was extremely telling.

She was already surprised enough that you had practically leapt into his arms but what really struck her was how willing he was to fold over into you and meet your sobs with cries of his own.

She knew Daryl was more than what he looked like, more than what he even said most of the time but that still didn’t mean he was ever this open and vulnerable around any of them before. Even Rick sent her a thrown off look that she fought hard in the few seconds it lasted to try and understand.

Your mood had been sour for the time it took you all to find Terminus after reuniting her and Glenn but there were a thousand things she would’ve guessed as the cause of it before assuming you were mourning Daryl Dixon.

Maybe she had been blinded by her own worries and the blossoming of her love so she didn’t pay attention to the signs or maybe they were just new but they were impossible to ignore now although every one seemed to be trying their very best.

Did he always hand you your portion of food first, followed by sneaking bites of his own onto your plate when you both pretended you weren’t watching him do it?

Had it always been almost instinct that you would fall asleep next to each other, never touching but close enough to touch if you ever just reached out? She was thinking now that she wasn’t sure you slept the entire time you spent on the tracks, always awake on a watch shift when she drifted off and staring into the dying fire by the time she opened her eyes again.

Yet you seemed to have no problem drifting off with your head on Daryl’s shoulder.

When did Daryl stop flinching under your touch and since when were you so touchy anyways? Your hands were almost constantly rubbing up and down his arm or holding onto his wrist like you were stopping him from leaving except he didn’t seem to ever be going anywhere, not from you at least.

She wondered if you always looked so calm and gentle when peering up at him or if that was also a new development. She couldn’t read his gaze back down on you and she wasn’t really sure she wanted to, feeling guilty about her silent spying.

Glenn told her that it wasn’t a big deal and everybody people watched but he also denied seeing anything between the two of you so either he was lying to make her feel better or he simply wasn’t watching hard enough. 

There wasn’t anything wrong with the age difference in her mind but she still occasionally caught Rick sending the two of you glances and she almost hoped it was just his fatherly urge to protect you like he always had.

_____

You could tell something had changed between you and Daryl but you weren’t too focused on defining whatever it was. 

He had always been the number one person you paid attention to and you couldn’t stop thinking about him your entire stay at the prison but the pain of losing him and thinking it was for forever was clearly the push you needed to never let him forget this again, even though you hadn’t told him directly.

There was no way he didn’t know how you felt when you stared into his eyes and kept your hand on his chest, whispering lowly how happy you were for him to be back with you. He would have to truly be the dimmest person in the world to think your reaction to seeing him again was just a fluke or you not thinking straight. 

Daryl must be aware of how you feel because you don’t think he would risk treating you the way he did if he didn’t.

He was sweet to you and doted on you like you were already lovers and his favoritism was apparent to anybody who paid attention for more than a few minutes. He remained as gruff and abrasive as always but he let you brush the hair from his face and his tone sounded far sweeter aimed towards you.

You knew he had feelings for you and you also knew he wouldn’t let you in on that secret unless he suspected you felt similarly.

“Couldn’t even breathe.” You had found yourself outside the stuffy church together again, somewhere just off in the treeline and leaning against a thick tree stump.

His back was pressed into the bark but your own was against his chest, sat on the drying leaves between his spread legs and laying back on him, his hands resting skillfully next to your thighs so he wasn’t touching you too directly.

“Hm?” His hum was low and sweet and you noted that he sounded like he was drifting off to sleep, a light smile on your face at his abandoned defensive walls even though the topic of conversation was rather heavy.

“I pictured them all going one way or another but not you, never ever you.” You picked one of his hands off the ground so you could hold it in your own, resting in the air above your stomach as you smoothed over his rough calloused skin and traced shapes on his palm.

He said nothing when you sighed and relaxed your limbs again, this time with his hand landing on your stomach and being enclosed by yours so he couldn’t remove it so easily. You could feel his heartbeat pick up on your back and your mouth turned up with fondness. 

You didn’t need him to remind you for the hundredth time that he hadn’t gone anywhere and he was still right here with you but it was still nice to hear him grumble it in his low voice, almost a shy whisper that you had to preen to hear.

Daryl may have needed to actually feel the effect of your death before he started to slowly showcase his affectionate side but you thought it was well worth the wait, feeling beyond grateful that he hadn’t pulled away from your clinginess yet.

You figured it would just be a few days of needing him close to process that he wasn’t gone after first losing him in the smoke of the prison and then watching him get ripped away in a similar fog as soon as you had him back finally but days turned into weeks and you were still trying to find a way to silence the ache.

His heart was only picking up in speed when you were using your hand to move his slowly, so slow you could barely tell it was going anywhere at all. You pushed it until his pinky finger was under the button of your small jean shorts and you paused when you heard his breath stutter.

Part of you wanted to turn back and check his expression, make sure this was something that he wanted but you couldn’t gather the courage. Instead you sat there with your hands like that and you felt a jolt of electricity when he was moving his hand on his own.

You didn’t let it get far, barely brushing the hem of your underwear before you were swiftly sitting up in a way that clearly startled him.

He didn’t have long to overthink and wonder if he had misread the situation because now you were on your knees in between his spread legs, as close as you could get and swaying forward like you were going to lay on his chest again.

The reality was much different than he expected and lifetimes better, your lips slotting against his and automatically drawing a high pitched sound from you. There had been countless times Daryl wondered what you sounded like and the knowledge was seering itself into his brain now, longing to bring more out of you.

Your hands were on his face and you were scrambling forward so you could be sat in his lap, legs on either side of his waist as you desperately leaned into the kiss. He was easily matching your pace and you felt an overwhelming heat when you heard him groan into your mouth.

“Daryl.” The sound of his name in that tone was enough to make anybody insane and his hands on your body proved it, one hand on your lower back but the other directly touching those godforsaken jean shorts you wore.

They were poor excuses for fabric and there had been a dozen times when you'd bent over in front of him long enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties underneath, long enough for him to run a hand over his face and disappear into the guard tower for a few hours.

Now there was no reason to pretend he wasn’t looking at you, wasn’t running his rough hands over your perfectly smooth and innocent body. That seemed to be the only innocent thing about you considering your hips were starting to rock in his lap, just slow enough to make his head spin dangerously.

His big hands were both cupping your ass now and helping you move against him, loving the way you could barely kiss him as you struggled to hold your whines in.

“Feels so good.” You sounded absolutely pathetic and wrecked and he knew right then and there that he was truly perverted, grunting into your open mouth and thrusting his hips up to make you really feel him against your sensitive core. One of your hands had been running through his hair and you tugged at the feeling, crying out in surprise. 

“Cmon sweetheart.” His voice was so low and raspy, vibrations going straight to your core and making you rock harder against him. 

Your lips were swollen and wet when you moved them from his mouth down to his jaw, sucking and biting the skin wherever you could and making sure he was grunting straight into your ear so you could commit the sounds to memory.

He barely flinched when you sat up to pull your tank top off, a bit too hasty considering it was getting stuck on your arms for a second and he had to help you, eyes hazy when your head finally emerged and he could really look at you.

You felt touched that he watched your eyes for a few heavy breaths before he even bothered to let his gaze move down to your bare chest, rising and falling with your nipples standing at attention off his stare alone. His hands weren't wasting any time before gently cupping your soft mounds and your mouth parted in another high whine at the feeling.

Hips moving slower but still just as addicting, you were letting him worship your tits and really take his time memorizing the way your body looked on top of his like this.

Daryl had pictured you in a hundred scenarios that brought shame to his core and sometimes the disgust was enough to bury it back down but more often than not, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted this no matter how wrong it may be.

“No idea how much I thought about these hands.” Your voice was the highest pitch he’d ever heard and you were softly stuttering through your words like you’d forgotten where to place them, hand back in his hair and trying to be sly with the way you were moving his head downwards. “This mouth.. f-fuck.”

He may not be the most experienced, certainly not with girls as young and pretty as you but Daryl wasn’t as idiot. It was almost second nature to wrap his mouth around your nipple once he understood that’s what you were silently asking for, his entire arm wrapping around your back to keep you locked in place.

His muscles flexed when you made an extra loud sound and you suddenly remembered just how strong he really was, capable of really doing some damage to you right now if he decided that’s what he wanted. The thought sent heat further through you and you gasped out his name in repeated cries.

You were fully humping against him now and trying to get as much pressure on your core as you could but he was firm in his hold on your middle, practically making out with your tits in a way that was so lewd and filthy you felt lightheaded.

“I need more.” You were desperate now and on the verge of a sob, yanking on his hair impatiently and immediately diving into a nasty kiss the second he lifted his head to glare at you. Your tongue was so deep in his mouth he was able to fully suck on it, low sounds leaving him constantly now. 

You hadn’t even realized you were falling until you hit the ground with his heavy frame falling over you, spreading your legs so he could slot himself between them easily.

“F-fuck you’re so hard.” You knew you sounded beyond fucked out already just from some dirty kissing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed. Although you clearly didn’t need to considering you weren’t at all exaggerating and Daryl was fully hard and moving his core against yours like he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Pretty little thing.” His lack of vocalization didn’t bother you, not expecting it from him in the first place but you were almost grateful for his silence because it made every word he did say sound so much sweeter. 

Daryl had never complimented you so directly before and it sounded ridiculous to flush over him calling you pretty while you were laying in the leaves, bare chest out and his hard on rubbing against you but it still made your body warm in a much purer heat than the rest of your body.

He did everything in his life with an aged roughness you had realized a long time ago, hands weapons even when he didn’t mean for them to be and even when it ate him up inside afterwards so you felt particularly touched that he had a gentle grasp on your ribs and hip like he was terrified of hurting you. 

Although the thought of him hurting you did light something deep inside of you on fire but you decided to push that away and deal with it another time, slowing down your kisses once he started to fidget with the button and zipper on your shorts.

It was quick to go from dirty to romantic and you were grateful for the change even though you enjoyed the former just as much, the longing in your heart for a real sign that he felt similarly being slightly fulfilled when he was moving a hand to cup your cheek and really pay attention to the softer kiss.

 

You could tell he found amusement in his own patience bringing forth the opposite in you, a whiny annoyed noise leaving you as you started to tug at his belt impatiently and try to get him to resume what he was doing before you distracted him.

“Take it easy girl.” He was so close and the whispered words, light and affectionate enough that you almost forgot how lewd you were currently, made your eyes widened as you stared up at him hovering over you.

 

He made eye contact with you for only a brief second before he was looking away and you could see a heavy shyness in him that was directly opposite to the way he was pulling your shorts down your thighs and touching you before you’d even felt the wet air on your core.

Your breath caught in your throat and you wrapped your hands around his back, resting on his shoulder blades and you knew his vest would have the shape of your fingernails indented in the leather for a long time to come.

The low humming noise he was making against your neck seemed to be approval towards your neverending wetness and you were letting out a breathy laugh of pure hazy disbelief when you felt the head of his hard cock pressing against you. 

You could hear him softly shushing you in a soothing manner, trying to get you to relax enough that he could actually push inside without seriously hurting you. You wondered if he could tell you had never done this before, suddenly self conscious that your inexperience was radiating off of you.

Unknown to you, he was thinking the same thing about himself and hoping you couldn’t feel the way his entire body was tensing to stop from pushing in before you were ready out of pure desperation that only you could bring out of him. It was hard not to act like a horny teenager when you were panting like you were getting fucked hard just from him touching your tits.

The combination was deadly and the sound he made when he started to actually fuck you was even worse, damn near ending your life then and there just to be immediately brought back when you felt the hot pain between your legs.

Now your pants were telling a different story and he did his best to slow down and let you get used to the sheer size of him stretching you out, not realizing the way your pupils were dilating and you were purposefully tightening your legs around his waist.

“M-more.” You were begging now as the pain started to go down and he gave you a look that told you he thought you were crazy, eyebrows furrowed as he started to shake his head in disagreement. “Please Daryl love it so much, hurts so good.”

That seemed to silence both the man above you and the entire forest, his body stiffening for a few seconds too long and your heart started to race with something not as nice as the flirty nervousness you normally felt around him.

You almost opened your mouth to apologize to him for making him uncomfortable, try to explain yourself and why you liked something like that without actually knowing the reason yourself. Instead your lips parted with another high whine when he started to move, clearly getting over whatever had made him pause and making it his personal mission to give you exactly what you wanted.

Daryl would never leave your sight again and you would stop at nothing to make sure of that so you had plenty of time for gentle, endless days to fill with romance and soft kisses that made your cheeks red. Today, however, was going to be reserved for something else entirely and you could’ve truly died happy there on the leaves with him on top of you. 

[st3f13ily]

Satoru Little Clones

Your daughter is super hyper like your husband Satoru, on the other hand, your son is the polar opposite.

Gojo Masterlist

You never thought you see the day when the strongest sorcerer alive, your most annoyingly loud overgrown child of a husband would be brought to his knees by two tiny versions of himself.

And yet he was here.

"Toru! Control your daughter!" You called from the kitchen, arms crossed as you watch the chaos unfold in the living room.

Your three your old daughters, Gojo Satomi, were currently using your husband Gojo Satoru as a human jungle gym, giggling uncontrollably as she climbed onto his back and tugged at his white hair.

"I am controlling her," Satoru said, grinning like a madman as Satomi yanked at his blindfold. "She's just—oof!—stronger than she looks."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I don't know why you are surprised. She is literally your clone."

"She’s my little clone." Gojo corrected, turning his head slightly to blow a raspberry against her cheek. Satomi squealed with laughter, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and clinging like a little koala.

Meanwhile, on the couch, your three-year-old son, Satoshi, watched with his usual calm expression, clutching his suffering animal, a small, white bear that Satoru had won for him at a festival. Unlike his twin, Satoshi had your temperament calm, observant, and far too mature for his age.

"...She's gonna hurt papa." He mumbled, staring at his twin as she aggressively bounced on Satoru back.

You sighed, walking over to scoop him into your arms. "I know, sweetheart. But your dad is an idiot, so he deserves it."

Satoshi blinked up at you. "…Mama, that’s mean."

You kissed the top of his snowy head. "It’s not mean if it’s true, baby."

Satoru gasped dramatically. "Betrayed! My wife and son, turning against me? After everything I’ve done for this family?"

"You mean after everything I’VE done?" you deadpanned. "Like, you know, giving birth to them?"

Satoru placed a hand over his chest like you had just personally stabbed him. "Low blow, mochi. Low blow."

Before you could respond, Satomi suddenly jumped off his back—

—and face-planted straight into the couch.

Silence.

Then—

"I’M OKAY!" she yelled, her tiny arm shooting up from the cushions.

Satoshi sighed as if this happened way too often. "…She’s not okay."

You chuckled, pressing another kiss to his forehead. "Come on, let’s go check on your disaster of a twin."

Satoru, already recovered, was scooping Satomi into his arms, spinning her around like she hadn’t just flown off his back like a rocket. "You okay, princess?"

She giggled, hugging his neck. "Yup! Can we do it again?"

"No, you cannot," you said quickly, shooting Satoru a warning glare before he got any ideas.

He pouted. "You’re no fun."

"I’m the only reason this family is still functioning." you said, placing your hands on your hips.

Satoshi nodded solemnly. "Mama’s right."

Satoru gasped. "You too, Satoshi?!"

Satomi, still clinging to him, grinned. "It’s okay, Papa! I still love you the most!"

Satoru smirked at you, smug as ever. "You hear that? I’m the favorite parent."

You rolled your eyes. "She only loves you more because you let her get away with anything."

Satomi nodded enthusiastically. "Yup!"

Satoru gasped again, but this time in offense. "Wait—so you’re just using me?"

Satomi tilted her head. "What’s 'using' mean?"

Satoshi, ever the mature twin, sighed. "It means you are manipulating papa, Satomi."

Satoru jaw dropped. "Who taught you that word?!"

Satoshi looked at you.

Satoru turned to you.

You grinned. "Like I said, sweetheart. I’m the reason this family is still functioning."

Gojo groaned, dramatically collapsing onto the couch with Satomi still clinging to him. Satoshi climbed up beside him, curling up against his side.

You shook your head, watching your three identical troublemakers settle into a pile on the couch.

Your husband was an idiot.

Your daughter was a menace.

Your son was a tiny, exasperated adult.

And despite the chaos… you wouldn’t change a thing.

[goldfades]

That post about Y/N and Joe parenting style was so perfect. I honestly believe Joe is also super stubborn and would 100000% get in a long standoff with Hayes over him refusing to eat his vegetables. And I think Hayes, ever the mama’s boy, would probably win that battle. And Y/N would absolutely feel the need to tell Joe that Hayes definitely got those qualities from him.

oh, absolutely. joe burrow is one of the most competitive people on the planet—there is no way he’s backing down from a battle of wills, even if his opponent is a three-year-old with chubby cheeks and a mop of curls. and hayes? stubborn doesn’t even begin to cover it. the kid is relentless, especially when he knows he has you on his side. it’s that lethal combination of burrow determination and your charm—an unbeatable duo, really. so yeah, if joe tells hayes he has to eat his broccoli? that kid is digging in his heels. and joe, rather than letting it go like any normal parent, is treating it like the damn super bowl. no one is blinking. neither of them will surrender. it’s a full standoff. and of course, you, ever the observer, just sit back and watch it unfold because you know hayes is gonna win this one

it starts with a single piece of broccoli.

small, harmless, nestled between the mashed potatoes and tiny chicken nuggets on hayes’ plate. it’s nothing special—just one of the little florets you steamed earlier, cut up small so he wouldn’t even notice if he just ate the damn thing. but oh, he notices.

“no.”

joe sighs, already looking exhausted. “hayes—”

“no,” hayes repeats, shaking his head so hard his curls bounce. “don’t want it.”

“just one bite,” joe tries, tone even, logical. “you love green beans, buddy. this is the same thing.”

hayes looks offended. “it is not.”

you, sitting across from them at the kitchen table, hide your smirk behind your hand. joe shoots you a quick glare, but you just lift a shoulder, amused.

“one bite,” joe presses. “then you can have more nuggets.”

hayes, still holding his ground, frowns at his plate. he looks at the broccoli, then at his dad, then back at the broccoli. then, slowly, he crosses his arms.

joe sighs again, rubbing a hand down his face. “hayes.”

“no.”

you can feel the irritation rolling off joe in waves. the man doesn’t lose—ever. and now his toddler is serving him his first real defeat in his own damn kitchen.

“hayes.” joe’s voice drops into dad mode. that serious, no-nonsense tone he pulls out when he means business. the one that usually works.

hayes, completely unbothered, mirrors his father’s serious expression. the tension is palpable. this is no longer just about broccoli. this is a battle of principles.

you clear your throat. “hayes, baby, just one tiny—”

he turns to you, eyes wide and tragic. “mama, i can’t.”

you almost laugh. “why not?”

“it’s green.”

joe looks personally offended by the logic. “so?”

hayes stabs his fork into his mashed potatoes aggressively, like this betrayal is too much.

joe groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “this is ridiculous.”

you hum, amused. “wonder where he gets it from.”

joe glares at you again. “don’t.”

you just sip your water, smiling.

the standoff continues. minutes tick by. hayes doesn’t move. joe doesn’t budge. they’re both stubborn as hell. the only difference is, hayes has an out—he has you.

and you? well, you’re having too much fun watching joe suffer.

after a full ten minutes of absolute silence, hayes suddenly exhales deeply. then he shakes his head, slides his plate an inch away, and mutters, “i not hungry no more.”

joe throws his fork down. “are you kidding me?”

“nope.” hayes pops the ‘p’ dramatically.

you lose it. full-on, shaking laughter right there at the table. joe, unamused, shoots you a look.

“oh, come on,” he grumbles. “you’re on his side?”

“i mean.” you wipe a tear from your eye. “he is your son.”

joe scowls. “he’s your son when he’s like this.”

hayes, ever the opportunist, slides off his chair and makes a beeline for your lap. you scoop him up easily, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. he smells like baby shampoo and mashed potatoes.

“you’re ridiculous,” joe tells him flatly.

hayes just grins, curling into you. “mama don’t think so.”

joe shakes his head, defeated. then, after a long moment, he sighs. “fine.”

hayes perks up. “no broccoli?”

joe’s jaw clenches, but he nods. “no broccoli.”

hayes cheers.

you press your face into his curls to hide your laughter.

joe mutters something about never losing to a toddler again. but you both know that’s a damn lie.

[brights-place]

[TWST] Floyd Leech X Jessica Rabbit! Reader

Warnings: Floyd Leech, JESSICA RABBIT! READER BEING A QUEEN

A/N: I actually made this awhile back but thought it was bad and I didn't wanna like show it but I knew that since Im going to be gone for awhile for like 2 week break but will have chapters and requests on schedule I should just include this so uhm TAKE IT YAY??

Summary: Jessica Rabbit! Reader a gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her. A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them. So when finding Floyd taking the girl to monstro lounge for fun he couldn't help but have his jaw drop. What was worse... Floyd knew you PERSONALLY

You were known as gorgeous woman selfless, and compassionate to those around her.

A woman who knew what she was capable of doing and wanted to have. A girl who could persuade those around her using not only knowing how to get those is attention around her but also being a singer with a figure that could pull people into monstro lounge was a extra bonus. A useful person that Azul needed to have for monstro lounge. so when having to try send either him or Jade out to persuade her to join they were met with her denying them as she was far to 'busy' to deal with them.

The air in the V.I.P room was dull the opulent room thrummed with a low, simmering tension. Three figures, sharply dressed in varying shades of purple and grey, occupied the space, their expressions a study in contrasting emotions.

Azul held his head in his hands behind his desk for someone who exuded power he was stressed hands looking through the photographic photos of your features and you talking to others throughout the file Jade collected of you and your habits from your name to your social media account which was run by cater.

His silver hair was neatly combed, framing a face that held the sharp intelligence of a shrewd businessman and the cold calculation of a master strategist. His glasses perched delicately on his nose, amplified the intensity of his gaze on the file trying to keep up a serene mask hiding emotions of simmering frustration.

Jade Leech stood behind Azul like a silent observer. His hair was straight-cut teal in color, with short bangs and one long streak of dark-gray hair framing his left side that formed a 'J'

His expression was one of calm patience. His eyes have complete heterochromia, with his left eye being yellow, and his right eye being olive-brown

Jade watched the scene unfold with an unnervingly still intensity; a silent assessment of the situation, reading the subtle shifts in the power dynamic of the room.

While his suit matched his brother's in color, his posture was perfectly erect, almost formal, adding to the unsettling stillness that emanated from him.

His hands, elegantly gloved, remained clasped in front of him, yet his slight subtle sharp tooth smile showed his amusement of the frustrated scene of Azul losing his mind trying to figure out anything.

Jade smiled at his careful positioning, the controlled gazes- all spoke volumes in his silent interplay giving quick snippets of opinions to Azul yet glancing towards Floyd who shared look of amusement and calculation, however, hinted at a perfectly coordinated plan unfolding, a silent game only the twins understand.

Floyd lazily sprawled languidly across a plush chaise lounge, a picture of decadent relaxation. His teal hair, a vibrant splash against the muted tones of the room, fell across his face as he regarded something unseen with a playful, almost predatory gleam in his eyes. A sly smile played on his lips, hinting at mischief and a barely contained excitement. Azul couldn't help but sigh chucking the files back down on the highly polished desk. His gloved hand covered his mouth as he spoke out loud "I don't get how someone like her will turn down this opportunity... I mean how could she not? proper work hours, good money, singing for the lounge, and her own free meals... what else could she need?"

Jade hummed picking up the file and handing it to Floyd who opened it the tweels looking down on the paper yet. Floyd couldn't help but tilt his head his right ear earring clinking together from the motion as he took notice of the h/c hair a smile reaching his lips taking note of the familiar girl "Ah! so we were just trying to get Koebi-chans friend to come here?"

Jade held his gloved hand under his chin nodding "seems so... Azul and I have been trying to talk to her to join Monstro Lounge since Yuu had shown us a video of her singing for a club back from where she came from it was quite nice" Jade smiled eyes closing.

Azul let out a huff "Not only that but we could use her to get more patrons for monstro lounge she is useful and she knows it" He sighed leaning back against his seat.

Floyd hummed eyes focused on the photo of you inside the folder. A soft smile reached his lips at your famillar apperance thumb rubbing over your feature with a lazy gaze. "Betta fish and her get along I mean they both seem to fit the title of Betta Fishes" Floyd grinned looked over to Azul who huffed "Indeed and if she has connections to Vil well she'd be able to have more yet we've tried everything to join monstro lounge" Jade nodded his head in agreement unaware of the thoughts stirring up Floyds mind.

You strolled through the halls of NRC, unbothered by the lingering stares of your peers. Some tried to be discreet, snapping their gazes away the moment you passed, yet you could feel their curiosity, their intrigue.

It wasn’t just your poised and effortless grace—it was the way your red lipstick stood out, perfectly framing your smirk, the way your makeup accentuated every glance, and how your hair, styled to perfection, added to your undeniable presence, and yet you paid them no mind. Stopping outside Yuu’s classroom, you leaned against the wall, waiting. The rhythmic tapping of footsteps echoed against the checkered floor, but your focus remained elsewhere, your gaze idly drifting to the window as you waited, patient and unhurried. Then a voice broke through the stillness “Neh~! Flowerhorn Cichlid!” Your brows lifted slightly, but you made no move to acknowledge it. Whoever he was calling, it certainly wasn’t you. Yet before you could ponder further, a hand casually landed on your shoulder.You turned, unbothered, only to meet the lidded, mischievous gaze of Floyd Leech. His grin stretched wide, lazy and teasing, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Flowerhorn…?” you echoed, lashes fluttering as you turned to fully face him, your movements slow and deliberate. Your golden earrings caught the light as you did, drawing his eyes to the way they shimmered against your skin. He tilted his head, watching you in that way he did when something—or someone—caught his interest. “You’ve been causing Jade and Azul problems, ehe~” he mused, grin never faltering. “They said you’d be fun for the lounge.” With a slow, knowing smirk, his arm slinked over your shoulder, testing your reaction but you didn’t push him away. Instead, you let him linger because despite his unpredictability, despite the way others feared his whims and mood swings—you found him interesting and Floyd Leech had just made the mistake of catching your attention.

Floyd grinned down at you before gripping your gloved hand dragging you away without hesitation, causing you to blink confused yet you continued to walk beside him slow paced while he talked your ear off happily grinning, dragging you off somewhere before heading to the next place when he got bored.

It was peculiar he would get bored whenever and would call it boring after a bit before taking you to the next place without hesitation. With how wild Floyd was you were phased enjoying quietly at his actions entertained by him.

Within a couple days of hanging out with a hyperactive moody eel merman who would drag you away whenever he felt like it started to become something normal but here you were walking on the shore lines watching Floyd grin and laugh when heading inside the ocean water. The moonlight cast a silvery glow over the shoreline, the gentle lapping of waves blending with the distant hum of the ocean. Floyd swam around before he laid sprawled across the wet sand, half-submerged where the sea met the land, his long, bioluminescent tail trailing behind him in the water.

Droplets clung to his pale, speckled skin, shimmering like tiny stars against the smooth expanse of his chest and arms. You couldn't help but admire his appearance in his mer form.

Floyds teal sea-green hair clung damply to his forehead, strands curling around the delicate, fin-like protrusions at the sides of his head. One webbed hand lazily pushed his bangs back, revealing sharp golden eyes that gleamed with amusement. His mouth curled into a lopsided grin, razor-sharp teeth glinting beneath the moon’s glow. There was something unreadable in his expression—a mix of idle curiosity and barely contained mischief, like a predator toying with its prey.

He didn’t move right away, simply staring up at you pushing himself up. Rhe faint rise and fall of his chest the only indication of his slow, unbothered breathing. His tail flicked idly in the shallows, the bioluminescent patterns pulsing with a faint, hypnotic glow. The way he lingered between the land and sea made him seem otherworldly, as if he existed in a space neither fully bound to the ocean nor to the shore.

"How was the swim" you uttered bending down to Floyd who grinned staring up at you "Ehee! Man, every day's a party when I'm with you. I can't get enough Flowerhorn fishy!" A smiled reached your lips before you cupped his face, swiping the hair that clinged onto Floyds forehead to the side.

The lightning from the moon cascaded down your face staring at the eel merman who stared at you with fondness. Floyd couldn't help but stare up at you silence comforting you too. Floyd spoke up his voice laced with a menacing cherry tone "Nehhh Flowerhorn can you swim?" A melodic hum came from you "I can, why?" Floyd smiled.

Yet, in the way his lips curled just so, and the lazy amusement in his gaze, there was an undeniable sense of playfulness something unpredictable, something dangerous lurking just beneath his eyes. In an instant, Floyd’s grip tightened around you, and before you could react, you were yanked beneath the waves. The world blurred into a rush of cool water, bubbles escaping in a frantic swirl around you. Your eyes snapped open, the dim, shifting light of the ocean casting eerie patterns over your skin. Strands of your h/c hair floated weightlessly around you as your arms flailed, instinctively reaching for something anything to ground yourself.

Panic surged through your chest as you kicked upward, your body desperate for air. The shimmering surface above grew closer, rippling like liquid glass, and with one final push, you broke through. A gasp tore from your lungs as you inhaled sharply, the salty night air filling your chest. Around you, the rhythmic crash of waves filled your ears, droplets clinging to your skin as your soaked hair plastered itself to your face. Despite the chaos, your makeup remained miraculously intact, a stark contrast to the breathless, disoriented state you were in.

Just as your trembling hands reached toward the shore, something coiled around your waist. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you felt the unmistakable press of gills and smooth, damp skin wrapping around you. Your heart pounded as your gaze snapped over your shoulder only to lock onto a pair of mismatched golden and teal eyes, gleaming with amusement. Floyd Leech’s familiar, sharp-toothed grin was mere inches away, his expression a perfect blend of playful mischief and something far more unpredictable. Floyd’s grin faltered the moment his gaze met yours. There was something unreadable about you an effortless composure, a sultry, knowing look that never wavered, even as his arms instinctively tightened around you. His sharp eyes searched your face, trying to decipher the unreadable calm you exuded. Had he gone too far? Dragging you into the water had been fun, but had he miscalculated? That would be a shame… you were just starting to become entertaining. And then, laughter.

A rich, velvety sound spilled from your lips, smooth as silk and intoxicating as the ocean breeze. It rippled through the night, striking him like a wave as you cupped his face with a teasing touch, your nails lightly grazing his damp skin. Your body shook with amusement, your chest rising and falling in time with the playful melody of your laughter. It was an unexpected contrast—an elegant presence undone by sheer, unrestrained delight.

Floyd’s golden eyes widened, caught somewhere between surprise and fascination, before his lips stretched into a wide, toothy grin. That laughter—he hadn’t expected it. But he liked it. A lot.

You barely had time to react before he closed the space between you, his forehead pressing against yours, his grin mirroring your own. His sharp gaze drank in every detail your eyes alight with mischief, your lips curved in that effortlessly charming way, and just as he leaned in, savoring the moment, you struck—flicking a handful of water into his face.

A beat of silence.

Then, a cackle erupted from him, wild and unrestrained, before he lunged. The ocean swelled around you as he tackled you back into the water, his laughter mixing with yours beneath the waves. He hadn’t expected this side of you—this dazzling contradiction of elegance and chaos. And now that he had seen it, now that he had heard that laugh, he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to let it go.

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks melted into a couple of months.

You found it downright peculiar how Floyd remained so persistently glued to your side, despite the numerous occasions you'd gently declined his invitations to accompany him to Monster Lounge or even work there. Frankly, you assumed he'd tire of your company by now, yet here he was, his heels clicking rhythmically behind you as you strolled out of school hours, an almost tangible aura of mischief surrounding him.

Unable to resist, you flicked your gaze sideways to the young man tagging along, noting how Floyd's arms were casually crossed behind his head, a look of languid boredom etched on his face as he gazed off into the courtyard. Compared to his typical intense demeanor, he seemed positively relaxed, drifting alongside you with an almost dreamlike quality.

An exaggerated sigh escaped your glossy red lips as you tossed a glance Floyd's way. "Don't you have a job to get to at the lounge after classes, handsome?" you asked coyly, making sure to emphasize 'job' in that sultry, breathy tone you reserved for special occasions. Floyd shrugged, a languid, almost dismissive gesture. "Meh, I'd rather spend my time with you, Flowerhorn Cichlid. You're far more entertaining," he drawled, his voice dripping with a casual tone.

"Plus, Zul gets so worked up about not being able to rope you in, and it's just too funny for words. And let's be real, once I'm stuck at the lounge, it's all the same old same old. The 'little morsels' are there, sure, but all that squeezing gets sooo boring when you're not around, plus hanging with Jade gets boring too." A soft, lilting hum, reminiscent drifted from your lips as you considered his words. A warm chuckle came from you glancing towards the tweel "Aww, Floyd..." you uttered cupping his face with a gloved hand stopping in your tracks. "What am I going to do with you, hmm?"

Floyd's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden stop, his grin faltering for a split second before he regained his composure. He blinked, looking from your gloved hand cupping his face before back at you. "What If I started working at monstro lounge so you don't get all moody" A slow, wicked smile spread across his features as he seemed to absorb your words blinking for a moment his lips twitching up. "AWWWW FLOWERHORN~!" Floyd cheered with satisfaction as he leaned in closer hugging you wrapping himself around with a giggle, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered "you ain't going to regret it... Plus Azuls gonna get a supper funny look realizing that I got you to come join" He grinned leaning onto you arms wrapping around your waist while you let out a soft hum wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Of course honey bunny" You muttered quietly to yourself letting floyd nuzzle into your shoulder letting out a relaxed sigh. Despite the flirtatious banter and the flirtatious undertones dripping from every word, there was a genuine fondness in Floyd's eyes. In that moment, it was clear that Floyd saw you as a woman who could keep him on his toes, challenge him, and make his world a whole lot more entertaining. And judging by the playful gleam in your own eyes, you were more than up for the task.

You paused for a moment when feeling something bite down onto your shoulder lightly causing you to sigh for a moment "Floyd" "Yessss Flowerhorn Cichlid" Floyd asked silence filling you to again as you spoke with a deadpan expression "Did you bite me" Silence once more before Floyd made a small 'Chomp' noise and nibbled onto another part of your shoulder causing you to sigh knowing you signed up for this. Right after Floyd pulled away and beamed grasping your gloved hand before dragging you away into the hall of mirrors exclaiming about how he'll enjoy the look of Azul and Jades face.

Floyd's hands grasped yours tightly, pulling you through the heavy doors of Monstro Lounge. The air inside was thick with the mingled scents of aged paper and crisp sea salt, a heady combination that tickled your nostrils. Floyd's eyes darted around eagerly, scanning the crowd for a particular silver-haired male, his sultry smile never leaving his face.

You found yourself matching his pace, your hips swaying in time with his long strides. The way he looked at you, with such unbridled enthusiasm and affection

As you walked past Ruggie, you noticed his jaw dropping open in surprise at the sight of you. Conversations halted, and forks clattered against plates as you and Floyd made your way through the bustling establishment. Eyes followed your every move, admiring your figure and the way your red dress hugged your body. Floyd seemed oblivious to the stares and whispers, focused solely on guiding you towards the closed door of Azul's office. With a quick glance at you to ensure you were still with him, he pushed open the door and ushered you inside, letting it click shut behind you. The atmosphere in the office was different, more intimate and charged with a certain tension the sound of scribbling and grumbling came from a hunched form behind a desk.

Your eyes darted around the room thought more focused on the peculiar blend that perfectly encapsulated the room's unique character. Walls of polished obsidian, inlaid with shimmering mother-of-pearl, housed towering bookshelves overflowing with leather-bound tomes. Their spines, faded with age, whispered tales of forgotten lore and untold adventures—each a portal to another world waiting to be explored.

At the heart of the room sat a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft light of a lamp shaped like a stylized nautilus shell. Behind it, a vault door, intricate and imposing, dominated the far wall. Its circular mechanism, a massive ship's wheel cast in bronze. Floyd smiled as he plopped onto one of the two plush, midnight-blue sofas that stood facing each other, inviting conversation and contemplation. Between them, a low glass coffee table held a softly glowing, ethereal blue orb—a calming luminescence in the otherwise dim setting. The room felt both ancient and modern, luxurious yet studious, a space where magic and knowledge intertwined in a hushed and powerful embrace. Subtle, underwater scenes, delicately painted within the wall panels, served as a quiet reminder of a submerged, hidden world.

Azul sighed from behind his desk, his pen scratching against the contract laid out before him. He set the pen down and lifted his head, fixing Floyd with a stern gaze. "Floyd, finally you've arrived, I need you and Jade to-" The silver-lavender haired male paused mid-sentence, his eyes widening as they fell upon the stunning woman sitting beside Floyd. He couldn't help but let out a startled "OH!" followed by a quick inhale, his grin becoming more relaxed and proper, akin to a con-man's smile.

"[Name], what a pleasure! It's wonderful to see you once again," Azul beamed, folding his hands together. "Azul Ashengrotto yes I know" You stated. Floyd fidgeted in his seat before grinning widely and wrapping a possessive arm around your shoulder. He pointed at your face, drawing Azul's attention back to you. "Flowerhorn wants to join Monstro Lounge!" Floyd declared, gripping you tighter.

Azul pursed his lips, a look of confusion on his face. "Flowerhorn…? Like a Flower Horn Cichlid…?" he asked, trying to make sense of Floyd's words and the nickname he had given to you.

Floyd nodded, holding onto you even more tightly, as if emphasizing his claim on you. An exasperated sigh left Azul's lips, and he seemed about to tell Floyd to unhand you, but he paused, noticing the way you sat there with such ease and familiarity around Floyd.

Azul couldn't help but pick up on the soft curve of your lips, the gentle smile playing across your face that spoke of a comfort and warmth he had never seen from you before. He would expect such an expression for you to give Yuu or Grim, but Floyd? Never in a million years did he think he would see you acting so affectionate and at ease with the likes of Floyd Leech.

You leaned slightly towards Floyd as he rambled on to Azul about your new arrangement, your body language screaming an intimate closeness and genuine warmth shared between the two of you. Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you.

Azul watched in disbelief, humming thoughtfully as he pushed a contract towards you. Giving you a run down on your job, what to do along with the things you have to do.

"It's a deal!" Azul grinned, his eyes flickering to the quill held in your gloved hand. He glanced towards Floyd, who had rested his head casually on your shoulder causing you to remember that you were doing this out of your own choice and to also have the sense of familiarity from before being transported here.

Yet, even as you signed the contract with a flick of your wrist, a gnawing feeling clung to you, a sense that Floyd's enthusiasm and the way he rested so comfortably on your shoulder, grinning happily and rambling about your shared future at Monstro Lounge, had an ulterior motive. It was clear that his affections and excitement went beyond the professional, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the thought of the web you might be entangling yourself in. Still, you kept a poised and relaxed smile on your face as you placed the quill down, sealing your fate with a flourish. The ink glistened like liquid gold, a reminder of the glittering promises and hidden dangers that lay ahead in this new chapter. Floyd's head lingered on your shoulder. Azul watched you both with a mix of surprise and newfound respect, wondering just what lengths of how you would go to for the certain tweel beside you.

When interacting or even knowing Floyd Leech was like stepping into a field full of landmines ready to explode with the slightest pressure or misstep.

Everybody feared him calling him lazy and stupid not only that but violent. Nobody knew what he was thinking other then Azul and Jade who easily knew how to dodge every single one hidden to not have his mood swing yet they all were still able to slightly set him off.

So how come you out of all people were interested in him? you someone who proved to brave, quick-witted, and intuitive; knowingly putting herself at risk for others with a calm composure someone who was able to get the interest of princes, future powerful mages, actors/models, and others who were waiting in line.

But You were interested in Floyd Leech

THE FLOYD LEECH? Someone who was collared many times, who got along easily with many people, although these interactions are at times one-sided (Cough cough riddle and floyd)

Floyd who was someone difficult to predict. What he's thinking or what he's going to do next.

Floyd leech a moody person, switching from good to bad mood in a minute (and vice versa) which can make him seem like an entirely different person.

The twin brother of Jade who gets bored of things easily resulting in him quitting things, sometimes even those activities he himself suggested to do. Because of his whims and mood-swings, some people find him troublesome to deal with.

However, if something catches Floyd's interest, he becomes rather enthusiastic and focused. On some occasions, He also shows off a more terrifying and sinister demeanor... So how come out of others that were much more of a sane option you chose to date FLOYD LEECH

Your friends didn't understand it at all they couldn't understand your dating choices either, yet they noticed how you'd stare at Floyd lovingly with the sweetest smile. Ace couldn't help but stare at you confused and with furrowed brows while Deuce was trying to help Yuu stop Grim from eating off Yuukens plate. The five of you sat in a booth near the corner of having a good view of the stage and close to the bar.

The smooth sound of jazz music blended with the clinking of dishes and the lively chatter of those around.

Ace noticed your gaze lingering on Floyd, who stood with Jade, both grinning at a student in a different booth. Floyd's signature threatening smile accompanied by a soft giggle. Ace furrowed his brows before speaking up. "Seriously, [Name], what do you even see in that guy?"Your attention shifted to Ace as you lifted your gloved hand, bringing a wine glass to your lips. The deep hue of your lipstick left a faint mark on the glass as you took a slow sip. Then, as if drawn by an unseen force, your eyes flickered back to Floyd just in time to see him waving at you while effortlessly dragging away his latest unfortunate victim with Jade not to far behind.

Your lips tugged up slightly, eyes half-lidded, as Monstro Lounge’s serene, iridescent lights cast a soft glow on your figure. Focusing on Floyd once more, you blew him a kiss when he waved again before shutting the door to Azul’s VIP office. You turned your head back to Ace and the others who were staring at you with wide eyes as you replied with a silky smooth voice.

"He makes me laugh"

DATING HEADCANNONS BECAUSE THIS NEEDS TO BE DONE AND I ENJOYED THIS TOO MUCH OKAY LET ME BE!!

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dating Floyd leech means you'd have to deal with his mood swings, and unhinged behavior good thing for you that you understood him like the back of your purple gloves

˚₊ · »-♡→ Dancing together will be common. Jazz or not he'd dance with you grinning stupidly yet when its slow romantic music he can't help but caress your body with a smile holding up one of your arms and other hand on your hip as you stare at him over your shoulder with how he kisses your shoulder blade and neck with a soft smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ Other times compared to your slow dancing he'd start breaking dancing out of nowhere and you couldn't help but smile slowly at how unpredictable he was

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you would preform jazz songs Floyd would growl at peoples comments quietly, Jade patting his shoulder because they eyed you as if you were a pound of meat

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd can't help but have a shit eating grin when your done preforming and head into your change room because he knows that he'd be the one pampering you with kisses and knows he'll be the one that gets called honey bunny

˚₊ · »-♡→ Everybody is confused why you would call Floyd Honey bunny he's a eel but Floyd would wave them off and enjoy how you'd coo at him and press kisses upon his face though you do always remember to call him 'eely' too just for fun

˚₊ · »-♡→ One time you knocked out of Floyd due to worry he'd get hurt by a aggressive customer when he woke up after a bit he was grinning and hugging you.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul though who had to calm down the aggressive customer himself was pissed though demanding you work an extra hour because he had to spend time dealing with an 'incompetent baffoon' Jade on the other hand enjoyed watching Azul having to calm down the customer before stepping in himself.

˚₊ · »-♡→ A small gasp came from you looking around "Oh, no! Where's Floyd?" Azul couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows "Floyd? He left me in the V.I.P room when I needed him to help with aggressive customer" Azul sighed crossing his arms "No, he didn't. I hit him over the head with a frying pan and stuck him in the closet. So he wouldn't get hurt." Azul froze jaw dropping while Jade hummed giving a closed eyed smile "Makes perfect sense." "IT DOESN'T?!"

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd has cooked you many meals before and would smile watching you eat, the two of you cooking for the other with loving smiles well more like Floyd giggling and poking you with prodding hands secretly while you playfully hit him back with flour

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd leech chooses to laugh like creepily, he loved how scary he seemed to others how they would hide away in fear like scared guppies yet when you stare at him with a fond look he can't help but have another reason to love his laugh

˚₊ · »-♡→ Jade teases him about it with how he still hasn't gotten bored of you and would ditch everything even if he gets scolded even more for you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would watch you on stage when he is behind the bar smiling softly while staring at you and yourred sequined strapless dress that reveals a lot of cleavage with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit, pink stilettos, elegant purple opera gloves, and gold stud earrings.

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would giggle as he watches you look at him while singing every now and then when touching other students to help get money fro monstro lounge

˚₊ · »-♡→ The amount of times he swoons at the way you cup his face kissing his lips and cheeks complimenting him when needed as he looks at you with a doe eyed look

˚₊ · »-♡→ Azul THRIVES with the money you bring in and attention getting brands for monstro lounge though he does also worry about you and makes sure your safe too even though he knows Floyd is close to tackling anybody who would try to get near you

˚₊ · »-♡→ Floyd would grin when you try new lipstick on him as he grips onto your hips with a smile

˚₊ · »-♡→ When Floyd was in a horrendous mood due to a student claiming you were dating him out of pity he couldn't help but be sour all day grumbling to himself and hugging a pillow.

˚₊ · »-♡→ When you came into his room he couldn't help but lash out of you complaining trying to push you away yet the moment you cupped his face leaning into him he couldn't help but melt he loved your touch when you cupped his face with a grin.

˚₊ · »-♡→ "Floyd, darling. I want you to know I love you. I've loved you more than any woman's ever loved a eel.. whatever they say you and I both know that I love you dearly" he short circuited after that tackling you into his bed and laughing about how you always knew how to make his day

[paxtito]

coitus

pairings: wednesday x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, strap-on used (r receiving), just lesbian sex, dom!wednesday, sub!reader (all characters are 18+)

summary: wednesday invites you to her dorm to engage in ‘coitus’— as she so sexily put it. (requested by anon which can be found at the end)

MASTERLIST

The last five minutes of class felt like they stretched into eternity. You were barely keeping yourself upright, blinking slowly, the professor’s voice fading into white noise. Your body screamed for rest, but then—

Slide.

A small piece of folded paper appeared on your desk, pushed toward you by none other than Wednesday— your girlfriend.

You straightened a little, eyes flickering to hers, but as usual, her expression was unreadable. Still, there was something expectant in the way she held your gaze, waiting.

Carefully, you unfolded the note.

‘My dorm. 7 PM sharp. Do not be late.’

No signature, no explanation—just Wednesday being Wednesday.

By the time class ended, you’d hoped to find her lingering outside, but she was already gone. Typical. With no other option, you went searching for Enid instead, if anyone knew Wednesday’s whereabouts, it would be her.

You found her in the common area, chatting with Yoko about something unimportant before perking up the moment she saw you. “Hey, bestie! What’s up?”

“I’m looking for Wednesday,” you said, crossing your arms. “She left me a note, but I have no idea what for.”

Enid’s ears practically perked up like an excited golden retriever. “Ooooh, mysterious.” Then, as if just remembering, she added, “Oh, by the way, I’m crashing at Yoko’s tonight.”

That made you pause. “Why?”

“Oh, Wednesday said she wanted to have—” Enid scrunched her face, thinking. “What was the word? Coitus?”

You blinked. “…What?”

“Yeah, coitus.” She shrugged. “No clue what it means, but it sounded kinda serious, so I figured it was best to leave.”

Your stomach flipped. Something about that word—coitus—felt… ominous. Like it held some kind of heavy importance you weren’t grasping.

“What the hell does ‘coitus’ mean?” you muttered.

“I dunno.” Enid patted your shoulder. “But whatever it is, have fun!”

After your conversation with Enid, you felt a creeping sense of unease settle over you.

Coitus.

The word bounced around your head like a stray ping-pong ball. It sounded scientific, almost clinical. And with Wednesday involved, there was a very real possibility that it was exactly that.

Which is why you now found yourself sneaking into the chemistry lab, eyes darting around as you grabbed a pair of safety glasses from the supply shelf.

Whatever Wednesday had in store, it was better to be prepared.

Sliding them into your pocket, you left the lab with a sense of grim determination.

—

Your knuckles rapped against the heavy wooden door of Wednesday's dorm room, three sharp, decisive knocks that echoed in the quiet hallway. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides as you waited for a response.

After what felt like an eternity, the door swung open with a low creak, revealing Wednesday standing in the dimly lit entryway. She was dressed in her usual dark attire - a black turtleneck, long skirt, and those damned boots you loved so much. Her hair was slicked back into a tight braid, and her pale skin seemed to glow in the low light.

"Punctual," she observed, stepping aside to let you enter. "I appreciate your timeliness."

You stepped into Wednesday's room, your eyes immediately drawn to the bed draped in a white towel, the fabric stark against the dark decor. Beside it sat an unmarked cardboard box, its plain brown surface somehow more unsettling than any gothic trinket.

Turning to face Wednesday, you crossed your arms, a mix of curiosity and trepidation in your voice. "Wednesday, what exactly does 'coitus' mean? Enid mentioned it earlier, and... I want to know what I'm walking into here."

Wednesday closed the door behind you, the latch clicking into place with a sense of finality. She turned to you, her dark eyes glinting in the low light.

"'Coitus'," she repeated, as if tasting the word on her tongue. "It means... communion. Intimacy. The joining of two souls in the most primal, carnal sense.”

“Oh.”

You blinked, dumbfounded by Wednesday's blunt explanation. A flush crept up your neck as the true meaning of her earlier note sank in. You reached up and removed the safety glasses, feeling rather foolish for bringing them.

"Right," you mumble weakly, setting them down on a nearby table. "I thought... I mean, I didn't know if you meant..." You trailed off, suddenly tongue-tied.

Wednesday watched you, an almost amused smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Did you think I was going to conduct a science experiment?" she asked, one eyebrow arching.

She stepped closer, her skirt swishing softly with each step. "I have done extensive research on the techniques that are used when engaging in coitus. Our first time will be… superlative at best.”

She stopped just short of you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, could smell the faint scent of her perfume - something dark and floral, like night-blooming jasmine.

"And I intend to discover every inch of you," she murmured, reaching out to trail a finger along your jawline. "Every curve, every quiver, every breathy gasp.”

Her hand slid down to cup your chin, tilting your face to meet her gaze. In the low light, her eyes seemed to glow with a fevered intensity.

“Clothes off.”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. With shaking hands, you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift motion. You let it drop to the floor, standing before Wednesday in just your bra and bottoms.

Wednesday's gaze raked over your newly exposed skin, lingering on the curves of your breasts, the dip of your waist.

"All of it," she murmured, her voice a dark purr. "I want to see all of you."

You reached behind your back, unhooking your bra with deft fingers. It fell away, revealing your breasts to her hungry gaze.

Next, you shimmied out of your bottoms, letting them pool at your feet. You kicked them off, standing before her in nothing but your underwear. The lace felt too thin, too flimsy against the weight of her inspection.

Wednesday paused in her circling, standing before you. She reached out, tracing the delicate lace of your panties, her finger dipping just slightly beneath the fabric to brush against your skin.

"Lay down," she commanded softly, nodding towards the bed.

You did as you were told, the towel-draped mattress creaking beneath your weight as you settled onto it. The fabric of the towel was rough and cold against your skin.

She kicks off her boots before disrobing with precision, each article of clothing falling away to reveal more of her pale skin. First went the black turtleneck, pulled over her head in one smooth motion to expose the lacy black bra beneath. She reached behind her back, unhooking it with a flick of her fingers.

Her breasts, now freed, were full and perfect. She let the bra drop to the floor, kicking it aside carelessly.

Next, she shimmied out of her skirt, the dark fabric slithering down her slender legs. Beneath, she wore a pair of simple black panties.

Now clad in only her underwear, Wednesday turned her attention to the ominous box. She lifted the lid, revealing a black leather strap-on nestled within.

She lifted it out, the harness glinting in the low light. It was simple, black leather straps and a rigid, silicone phallic shape jutting out from the center. She stepped into it, securing the straps around her hips and thighs with practiced ease.

The strap-on nestled against her pubic bone, the leather of the harness smooth and cool against her skin. She adjusted it, ensuring a snug fit before turning back to you, a dark smirk playing at her lips.

"There," she murmured, drinking in the sight of you splayed out before her. "Now, let's begin our... communion."

Wednesday crawled onto the bed, the towel crinkling beneath her knees. She hovered over you. Her eyes, dark and intense, never left yours as she leaned down to press a kiss to your breastbone.

You gasped softly, your back arching off the bed as her lips brushed against your skin. She smirked against your flesh, trailing kisses up the curve of your breast to circle your nipple with the tip of her tongue. Your nipple hardened under her ministrations.

Without warning, she drew your nipple into her mouth, suckling hard. Pleasure sparked through you, shooting straight to your core. You tangled your fingers in her hair, gripping the strands as you arched into her touch.

Wednesday released your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to your breast. She grinned up at you, a wicked glint in her eyes.

"Beautiful," she murmured, trailing her fingertips down your stomach, mapping out the dip and curve of your muscles. "You're exquisite."

Her hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing the sensitive skin there. You squirmed, a breathy whimper escaping your lips.

Then, with a sudden tug, she pulled your panties down your legs. The fabric scraped against your skin as she dragged them lower and lower, until she was tossing them onto the floor.

Now, with nothing separating your most intimate place from her touch, Wednesday settled between your thighs. She brushed her fingertips against your folds, feeling the wetness gathering there.

"Already so wet," she purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I've barely touched you, and you're dripping."

To prove her point, she brought her fingers to her lips, sucking your arousal from her digits. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she hummed in approval.

"Delectable," she murmured, before leaning down to brush the head of the strap-on against your dripping slit.

She teased you with it, rubbing the smooth silicone tip against your clit, circling your entrance. She took her time, drawing out the anticipation until you were writhing beneath her, desperate for more.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Mmph…”

Wednesday paused, the head of the strap-on hovering just at your entrance. She looked up at you, her eyes glinting with dark amusement at your desperation.

"Please what?" she murmured, a wicked smirk playing at her lips. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it."

She pressed the tip of the strap-on harder against your folds, not quite entering you, but applying a pressure that made you ache for more. Her other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, kneading the soft flesh.

"Tell me," she urged, rolling your nipple between her fingers, pinching it lightly. "Beg for it, and I might just give you what you want."

"Please, Wednesday," you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. "I... I want you. I want to feel you inside me. I need you to... to fuck me."

The words felt foreign on your tongue, but the desperation in your voice was unmistakable. Your hips bucked up against the strap-on, seeking more.

Wednesday's eyes darkened at your plea, a flash of hunger sparking in their depths. "Good girl," she purred, before thrusting forward, burying the strap-on deep inside you with one smooth stroke.

You cried out, your back arching off the bed as you were suddenly full. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but it faded into pleasure as your body adjusted to the size.

"Oh god," you gasped, your nails digging into the sheets beneath you. "Wednesday... it's so big."

"You can take it," Wednesday countered. She started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace.

The room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries. She loomed over you, her pale skin slick with a layer of sweat.

"Fuck," she hissed, her hips snapping forward with brutal force. "So tight. So perfect."

One hand gripped your hip, fingers sinking into the flesh hard enough to leave marks. The other slid up your body to wrap around your throat, applying just a hint of pressure, just enough to make you feel your airway tighten.

Wednesday leaned down. She paused her m movements, the strap-on buried deep inside you, as she captured your lips in a searing kiss.

It started as a bite, her teeth sinking into your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. You gasped into her mouth, the metallic taste exploding on your tongue. But then her mouth softened, her lips moving against yours in a fierce, hungry rhythm.

She kissed you like she was starving for it, like she wanted to devour you whole. Her tongue entered your mouth, tangling with yours. She tasted minty, as though she had brushed her teeth beforehand.

As she kissed you, she started to move again, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual grind. The strap-on slid in and out of you with a maddeningly steady rhythm.

She broke the kiss to trail her lips down the column of your throat, pausing to suck a dark bruise into the skin at the joining of your neck and shoulder. You knew it would be visible in the light of day - a mark of her possession, her claim on you.

"Mine," she growled against your skin, punctuating the word with a sharp thrust of her hips. "All mine. Say it."

She wanted to hear you say it. Wanted you to acknowledge who you belonged to, who owned you in this moment.

"Yours!" you cried out, your voice breaking on a high, keening wail as the pleasure crested over you like a tidal wave. "Oh god, yes.. fuck.. I'm yours, Wednesday! All yours."

Your nails raked down her back, leaving red lines of passion etched into her pale skin. Your legs wrapped around her waist, heels digging into her backside as you pulled her impossibly closer.

Wednesday grunted, a sound of dark satisfaction rumbling in her chest. She captured your lips again, swallowing your cries.

Wednesday's hand slid down your body, her fingers finding your clit. She rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, hard circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Come for me," she commanded, her voice a dark growl in your ear. "Let me feel you come around me. Now."

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" you moaned, your body twitching beneath Wednesday as the orgasm crashed over you. Your vision went black as pleasure consumed you.

Wednesday didn't let up, pounding into you through your climax with ruthless intensity. Each thrust pushed you higher, the coil of ecstasy in your core winding tighter and tighter until you thought you might snap.

Her fingers flicked over your clit, the pleasure almost too much to bear.

Your body continued to shake and convulse with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, legs trembling around Wednesday's waist. She slowed her pace, her hips rolling languidly as she worked you through the waves of pleasure.

Finally, with a low, satisfied grunt, she stilled completely. She hovered over you, chest heaving as she caught her breath.

"Beautiful," she murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. Her touch was surprisingly gentle.

She leaned down to press a soft, almost tender kiss to your forehead. Then, with another grunt of effort, she rolled off you and onto her side, pulling you with her.

You lay tangled in her arms, your head pillowed on her chest, listening to the pounding of her heart as it gradually slowed. Her fingers traced idle patterns on your back, a soothing, almost loving caress.

"Sleep now," she whispered, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. "Rest. You've earned it after that… ravishing first time.”

—

REQUEST: we need wednesday using a strap-on on us bro please and it's both our first time😭 please write it

[heartepub]

studio seventeen presents . . .

welcome to the studio seventeen special collection: kingdoms of dreams and madness! dive into thirteen different stories and celebrate ten years of magic. 🎞 aka, a series featuring the SEVENTEEN members, each inspired by a different studio ghibli film.

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the courage to live 🌱 choi seungcheol.

“my mother used to tell me about the little people who lived under the floors.” — the secret world of arrietty during a forced retreat pre-surgery, seungcheol learns what it means to persist.

the boy who swallowed a star 💫 yoon jeonghan.

“there you are, sweetheart. i’ve been looking everywhere for you.” — howl’s moving castle three things are true: there is a war. there is a curse. there is love. and jeonghan can’t keep running away.

signal flags 🚢 hong joshua.

“i pray for safe voyages.” — from up on poppy hill amid efforts to halt the demolition of the latin quarter, joshua finds himself drawn to the girl hoisting flags every morning.

the path of the wind 🌳 wen junhui.

“everybody, try laughing. then whatever scares you will go away!” — my neighbour totoro junhui observes the highs and lows of the new girl, who sits in front of him in class.

fly once, fly again 🧹 kwon soonyoung.

“flying used to be fun until I did it for a living.” — kiki’s delivery service soonyoung’s attempts to befriend the town’s new witch have varying degrees of success. and then she stops flying.

beautiful, cursed dreams ☁️ jeon wonwoo.

“the wind rises. we must try to live!” — the wind rises all wonwoo wanted was to create beautiful things.

more thicker than forget 🐉 lee jihoon.

“will we meet again some time?” — spirited away when jihoon gets himself in another bind, the gods seem to find it fitting to send the girl who had already saved him once. too bad she doesn’t remember.

take a leap 🐠 lee seokmin.

“life is mysterious and amazing.” — ponyo seokmin is thrown back into his extraordinary childhood when his best friend’s distant cousin pulls the same trick and tries to turn herself human.

heart notes 💌 kim mingyu.

“can’t you be in love without determining your future first?” — whisper of the heart mingyu knows who he dreams of being. scribbling his name in library books to make his crush notice him is not part of that plan, but it could be.

with eyes unclouded 🦌 xu minghao.

“it’s time for both of us to live.” — princess mononoke cursed after an encounter with a rampaging demon, minghao leaves his town in search of a cure.

safflowers and memories 🌼 boo seungkwan.

“how come i let him get so close?” — only yesterday going to the countryside to help harvest safflowers was part of the plan. meeting seungkwan was not.

unfolds and unfolds forever 🎍 chwe hansol.

“that tomorrow never came.” — the tale of the princess kaguya a lost love comes and goes. it only ever lingers in hansol’s dreams.

the girl who fell from the sky 🎺 lee chan.

“the world cannot live without love.” — laputa: castle in the sky chan has been searching for the lost island of laputa, wondering if it even exists. one day, the answer falls right into his arms.

note. all fics will be tagged #svt x ghibli by heartepub. i chose to theme my svt 10-year celebration around my very first post on caratblr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) i’m awfully late bc life is hectic (as i say every month, unfortunately), but i’m excited to bring these to life!!

count on many of these to be on the longer side since i am too obsessed with ghibli for them to be otherwise. the film plots may not be followed exactly, if it’s necessary to honor the members’ characterization being a bit different from the film’s characters. also, some may be speculative sequels to movies (jihoon’s and seokmin’s). no taglists. but at least one fic will be out by may 26 — see you then!!

[carminechrollo]

SILKEN WEB

chrollo lucilfer, hisoka morow x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: Hisoka’s ‘generosity’ allows Chrollo to fuck you in front of him after he’s seen the way the latter has looked at you. Though, the redhead cannot help but join in on the fun despite being the cuck—he has his ways, he always does.

CONTENT WARNING: explicit smut (mdni), porn without plot, cuckolding (hisoka), anal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism, threesome, masturbation (hisoka), edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hisoka uses bungee gum, hisoka being hisoka, not beta read.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

NOTES: this is a repost from my old account! it’s my birthday today so i’m sharing my most loved hxh smut with you guys (again) !! :3 this was purely self indulgent and i loved writing it sm <3

Fantasizing—a children’s pastime, a mere way to escape from one’s gruelling reality but Chrollo Lucilfer would be lying to himself if he deemed he wasn’t immune to it. Oh, he certainly wasn’t without a doubt; the root of all his wildest dreams, and twisted carnal desires was none other than the woman beneath him, all in her serene nakedness—you.

So breathtakingly exquisite—the epitome of beauty. From the lust-clouded gaze that complimented the colour of your eyes all the way to the dulcet tone of your breaths, this was sinful heaven for Chrollo. Sinful not because of the sharp pleasure kissing down his spine but simply because you weren’t his, and he wasn’t yours. Not lovers, not friends, mere acquaintances, and your heart was reserved for none other than a member of the Troupe he led.

But that never stopped Chrollo from fantasizing about you, about this. Ever the observant fighter, it didn’t take long for Hisoka to catch the former’s lingering stares on you—albeit, as blank as a sheet of paper—whenever he paraded you around. One of the biggest telling signs was that Chrollo had never uttered a word regarding your presence whenever you sat there during their meetings despite the other members’ dismay.

Of course, once something piqued Hisoka’s curiosity, he wouldn’t let go until a solid answer was handed to him on a silver platter. It was a short exchange between the two males, a few sharp retorts from Hisoka’s end but nonetheless, it led to this lewd scene. Per the magician’s words, he gave Chrollo permission to do whatever he pleased to you—to fuck, to make love, to get lost in eye-rolling pleasure within your very walls but only if he got to watch everything unfold.

From the intimate act of undressing, and peeling of clothes all the way to a passionate climax that was sure to vex his very bones, Hisoka was to watch it all.

Faint squeaks of the bed frame paired with yours, and Chrollo’s heated gasps filled every corner of the room; his thrusts were deep, and rapid, body intimately flushed against your own which absolutely left no room for coherent words to come out—with the way his cockhead repeatedly prodded your sweet spot, strings of broken whimpers, and low moans were the best you could muster.

Sex wasn’t something you were foreign with but the ungodly rhythm of Chrollo’s hips was enough to make you feel like a virgin again begging for more, more, more, nothing but pleasure engrained inside your mind, clawing, and running after that blissful sensation.

Chrollo was different from Hisoka, he handled you with the utmost gentleness but that didn’t take away the fact that he pounded you oh-so-passionately into the ivory mattress beneath. On the other hand, Hisoka was rough, and animalistic—purely driven by his wild carnal desires. 

Chrollo’s sweat-lined forehead rested against yours, face mere centimetres from your own as your breaths intertwined in a vulgar dance. The hearts of his palms captured your trembling hands in a firm hold, pinning them on either side of your head, and used as leverage to drive his cock deeper into your sopping cunt—as deep as his desires went for you.

He closed his eyes at the feel of your walls clenching around him, jaw tightening as electric pleasure shot up his spine, “F-fuck . .” God, you felt divine, Chrollo truly wanted to keep you to himself. He could treat you so much better than Hisoka—have you reach new heights of pleasure you’ve never experienced before.

Alas, that was out of the picture, Chrollo would have to settle for the mere intimacy of fucking you beneath these ivory covers, the same ones you, and Hisoka retire under after a long, tiring day. The duvet draped loosely across Chrollo’s back, mirroring a broken angel’s wings, and with the eager thrusts of his hips, it slowly slipped downwards. It was hot, and stuffy beneath the weight of the blanket but he’d do anything to keep the lewd intimacy from a pair of prying eyes.

That’s right, Hisoka sat on a chair not too far off the foot of the bed, an unamused expression plastered on his face but the growing tent between his spreaded legs hinted far from unamused.

Sure, the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls had his cock hardening but Hisoka was deprived. He clicked his tongue, the sharp sound was enough to reel Chrollo out of his pleasured state followed by a stutter in his thrusts. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Chrollo but I said to give me a show, didn’t I?” What was Hisoka supposed to do with your bodies tucked beneath the covers? 

His view was nothing but the top half of Chrollo’s naked back, and the covers moving along with the latter’s thrusts, other than that, it left everything to Hisoka’s imagination. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it be, not after he generously let Chrollo fuck you like this.

With a swift flick of his index finger, the rubbery bright pink aura extended from the tip of his digit all the way to the ivory covers atop Chrollo’s naked back, attaching itself onto the fabric. A smirk crept its way up to Hisoka’s face as he pulled the covers down, exposing the way your naked bodies intimately tangled with one another.

A rather surprised gasp left your lips as the cool air hugged your fervent body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Naturally, this had also caught Chrollo off guard but didn’t let on, instead, the raven haired male responded by drilling his hips at a much faster pace, pulling a string of broken moans from your throat which only fuelled the excitement embedded in Hisoka’s chest.

Light amber eyes fixated where you and Chrollo met, Hisoka intently watched as the former’s cock disappeared, and reappeared between your coated slit—not to mention the light sheen of your essence around Chrollo’s cock, causing it to glimmer beneath the afternoon rays that seeped through the windows. Now, this was what Hisoka wanted to see—you, and Chrollo all in your filthy glory.

The feeling of blood rapidly rushing down to his cock, and the familiar tingle between his legs made Hisoka’s citrine gaze roll back, not to mention the growing delight on his face—it was anything but an innocent look. Lewd, wet sounds that were once muffled beneath the ivory duvet now reached Hisoka’s ears like an unholy melody; the constant skin slapping, the mixture of high, and low moans—the impurity of it all, your lover revelled in it.

Sounds of the redhead’s shameless pornographic moans intertwined with your own, and Chrollo’s as he teased himself through the fabric of his pants. Excitement shocked every part of his body like electricity, rendering him sensitive to anything, and everything—it was the same sensation as the extreme bloodlust he felt whenever he thirsted for battle.

Chrollo quietly clicked his tongue, not bothering to glance back at Hisoka in annoyance. He needed to focus on you. And he did. Without compromising the pace of his hips, Chrollo hooked his fingers beneath the back of your right knee, and deftly slung your whole leg atop his shoulder. The deeper angle of his cock had your back arching, your hands scrambled for his taut biceps to claw, and dig into as he pushed you further, and further into the borders of insanity.

“C-Chrollo! Fuck—right there! Just like that—haah!”

He let out a low groan as your nails marked him up, leaving streaks of bright red on his skin. By the looks of it, he wasn’t going to last much longer with the way your cunt gripped him like a vice. Nonetheless, Chrollo’s pace didn’t let up despite the resistance of your walls, albeit, it had his legs quivering, and breath hitching—god, Hisoka was so fucking lucky to have this, to have you.

Chrollo closed his eyes, and parted his lips to make way for soft pants, he focused his entire body in chasing yours, and his pleasure, basking in the ultimate bliss his body was currently experiencing.

Yes. Yes. Ye—

“She likes—haah! She likes taking it from behind—ngh!” The raven haired male shot his eyes open at the sound of Hisoka’s wanton voice, the concentration he once held faltering just a bit from the sudden noise.

Despite Chrollo’s better judgement, he hauled you into the position like a mere ragdoll, deftly handling your limp body with equal amounts of roughness, and gentleness. Though, your arms violently shook, and gave out as soon as Chrollo re-entered your cunt. With your torso flush against the ivory sheets, your lower half remained in position—easier for him to drive his cock deeper; you swore you could feel him in your throat.

The redhead let out a low chuckle, eager hands messily pulling his pants down to free his hard cock; Hisoka sighed at the lack of restraint, and threw his head back, exposing the length of his neck. 

With the new position, Chrollo returned to the pace he had set earlier, heavy balls slapping against your clit from each hard thrust. Skin against skin burned like a searing blaze but god did it feel amazing, not to mention how it stimulated your sensitive bud in all the right ways.

Chrollo curled over himself to place wet open-mouthed kisses down the length of your spine, moaning low saccharine praises in between. He pushed, and pushed into your sopping cunt until the coil deep in your stomach violently snapped. With a loud moan of his name muffled against the damp sheets, your back arched as you came around Chrollo—muscles taut, and knuckles a shade of ivory while pleasure gnawed at your skin.

Hisoka unabashedly fisted at his cock, one hand focused on pleasuring himself while the other sunk into the plush of the armchair. He matched the pace of his hand to Chrollo’s hips, imagining that it was your cunt instead of his palm, albeit, your velvety walls absolutely compared to nothing. Oh well, he’ll get a taste of you one way or another.

It didn’t take long for Chrollo to follow suit, driving his hips a couple more times before completely pulling out, and blowing his entire load on your bare back. He let out a shameless moan of your name—the loudest one he’s let out. Thick, milky ribbons of Chrollo’s cum unceremoniously painted your skin white, and all he could do was stare at it in a haze while his chest heaved up, and down.

On the other hand, Hisoka gave himself a few more rough pumps before squeezing the base of his leaking cock, lustily letting out a hiss as the pleasure he’d worked so hard for slowly dissipated. He cursed in between rough pants—the hunger for a sweet release just grew tenfold after depriving himself of an orgasm.

Hisoka had something better in mind than cumming on his hand.

“I guess it’s my turn.” Strong, muscular legs slightly quivered with every step taken towards the bed, cock standing proudly against his abdomen. Chrollo only narrowed his eyes at Hisoka, clearly displeased by his sudden initiative.

The former returned a smile, “Oh, don’t get greedy now, Chrollo. I’ll give you two choices—” He held out two long digits. “Either you sit, and watch or join in on the fun.”

Never in a million years would Chrollo even think to engage in a threesome with you, and Hisoka. He didn’t know what bothered him more, the fact that you were the latter’s lover or the fact that he was on the same bed as Hisoka. Nonetheless, here he was balls deep inside your ass, completely unhindered by inhibitions. Hisoka cursed at the feel of your wet cunt, biting his lips at the lewd sound it made as your hot cum coated his cock.

The redhead laid flat on his back, cunt wrapped around him while you straddled his lap which left Chrollo to take care of your backside. Your body remained slumped against Hisoka’s—limp, and quivering as if one wrong move would have you exploding to bits. Could you really blame yourself? Both men stretched you out like it was their sole purpose, it did nothing but put your body under immense pleasure.

You were sandwiched between Hisoka, and Chrollo as though mimicking a mere fly caught in a spider’s silken web, unable to escape. And that usually meant one thing: to wait for one’s impending doom before the ruthless arachnid strikes.

An experimental thrust of their hips had you wailing in pleasure. Having not given enough time to come down from your high, you were still too sensitive—any form of sexual stimulation immediately had your body uncontrollably shaking, and hot tears lining your eyes. Hisoka cupped your jaw with both hands, lifting your face in front of his own before closing the distance; heated, and rough just how he liked it; the redhead didn’t hesitate shoving his tongue past your lips, intimately exploring the inside of your mouth with the wet muscle.

If anything, the messy kiss was enough to distract you from the sudden rough pistoning of their hips—Hisoka gleefully swallowed your wanton moans, and relished at the burning sensation of your nails scratching down his bare chest. The bed creaked under the weight of their merciless thrusts with the headboard atop Hisoka’s head repeatedly banging the wall behind it; these sounds mixed with the lewd melody the three of you produced filled all four corners of the room.

It was funny, anyone would think that a Hisoka, and Chrollo tandem would be a match made in hell; highly volatile once paired together which would result in utter chaos but this—the two moved in perfect unison as though they shared one mind, one ideal. Even only if it was for this moment that they saw one another eye to eye, a wordless union to bring you to another orgasm.

A thin, translucent string of saliva connected your lips to Hisoka’s as he pulled away for a breather, hot breaths mingling with one another as you panted in eachother's face. A sense of pride bloomed across his crimson-marked chest as he watched your lust-filled eyes roll to the back of your head—Hisoka always had a thing for your expressions during sex, it served as fuel to keep going, to keep fucking you.

You looked beautiful bouncing on their cocks, head falling forward while taking their entire length like a champ; the only thing you could really do was grip onto Hisoka’s shoulders, and moan for your dear life. Chrollo couldn’t help but fixate on the way your ass jolted with every thrust, even just the sight of his cock disappearing, and reappearing between the globes of your ass had his head spinning.

It didn’t take long for you to reach yet another orgasm, and this time, it was more intense than the previous one; hot tears ran down your damp cheeks as your body convulsed from pleasure, a drawn out moan of their names combined scratched at your throat. As though he was punched in the gut, Chrollo curled over himself as you clenched around his cock, and attached his lips on your right shoulder, biting down hard at the bare skin.

Hisoka muttered sweet nothings while stroking your hair, amusement filling his tone; you laid there drowning in pleasure while both men remained chasing their own bliss, hips stuttering. It was filthy, and soaking wet where Chrollo, and Hisoka entered you, arousal mixed with your cum messily dripping down the latter’s balls, and onto the sheets beneath.

Chrollo’s digits dug into your skin, he sheathed his cock all the way inside your ass before emptying all his cum inside; he rode out his orgasm by grinding his hips, earning a dainty gasp of his name. Chrollo violently shuddered before releasing your skin from his teeth, he lapped, and kissed at the marks, helping ease the painful sensation he left.

This left Hisoka to firmly plant his feet on the mattress, and thrust upwards which sent your body bouncing once more; short gasps turned into full blown wanton moans as his cockhead repeatedly kissed your sweet spot, bringing your body into overstimulation. Hisoka groaned loudly as the familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach returned, you could tell he was close from the way his fingers gripped your waist with such desperation.

Strings of colourful curses left your lover’s throat as he came inside you, ribbons of his thick essence filling your walls all the way to the brim ‘til it leaked out, and dripped down his balls.

Heavy pants filled the room, the smell of sinful sex hung heavy in the air. The three of you remained still for a moment to catch your breaths but the short time also allowed your minds to clear of lust, and for the whole situation to actually settle in—of what the three of you just did.

Though, it was safe to say that Chrollo wasn’t going to let you escape from his hold any time soon—as though he had you entangled in bands of swathing silk—especially after finally getting a taste of you.

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Inarizaki

The gym hummed with the familiar sounds of practice—sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor, the rhythmic thuds of volleyballs being passed, the sharp whistles from the coaching staff calling out drills. Despite the usual intensity, one corner of the court stood out, where a first-year was repeatedly failing to receive a serve. Every time the ball came hurtling over the net, it ricocheted off his forearms awkwardly or skidded away in an uncontrolled direction. His frustration was palpable, his shoulders tense as he shook his head and muttered under his breath.

You had been watching from the sidelines, arms folded as you observed the way his stance shifted just before contact. His weight was off, and his timing was a fraction too slow—small errors that compounded into one big problem. With a sigh, you stepped forward, motioning for him to pause.

“Try widening your base a little more,” you instructed, tapping your foot against the floor to demonstrate. “If you keep standing so stiff, the ball’s just going to knock you off balance. Loosen up, shift with it, don’t fight it.”

The first-year hesitated before nodding, adjusting his stance as you had suggested. Before he could attempt again, however, a familiar voice cut through the air, dripping with smug amusement.

“She may be the manager,” Atsumu drawled from across the court, his golden eyes glinting with mischief, “but try takin’ advice from an actual player.”

A ripple of laughter followed his words as he sauntered closer, spinning a volleyball between his fingers. His smirk was lazy, self-assured, the kind of expression that made you want to wipe it clean off his face. You slowly turned to face him, leveling him with an unimpressed stare.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you had a PhD in receiving,” you shot back, voice laced with dry sarcasm. “By all means, Miya, please educate us lesser beings.”

The gym’s atmosphere shifted instantly. A few players who had been in their own drills slowed, turning their heads with interest. The rest of the team wasn’t going to let this pass unnoticed. Osamu, who had been idly refilling his water bottle, perked up from his spot near the bench, already smirking as he anticipated the banter that was about to unfold.

Atsumu’s grin widened, his cockiness unshaken. “Ain’t about havin’ a PhD. It’s about experience. And last I checked, ya ain’t the one out there servin’ in nationals.”

A slow, knowing smile curled on your lips. "You're right, I'm not. But then again, you spend all your time servin’, while I actually learned how to receive."

The reaction was instant. Aran let out a low whistle, Osamu barked out a laugh, and even Suna's smirk twitched slightly. Atsumu tilted his head, clearly amused, but you caught the flicker of something sharper behind his expression—curiosity.

“Oh yeah?” he mused, tapping the volleyball lightly against his palm. “Then how ‘bout ya prove it?”

The words barely left his mouth before the other players reacted. Suna, who had been casually stretching nearby, sat up straighter, his gaze flicking between you and Atsumu like he had just stumbled upon something far more entertaining than practice. The rest of the team quickly caught on, whispers and murmurs spreading like wildfire.

Atsumu ignored them, eyes locked on you. “C’mon, manager. Think ya can handle one?”

The challenge hung between you like a taut wire, the weight of every gaze in the gym settling on your shoulders. Most of them, you knew, were already betting against you in their heads. Atsumu was known for his ruthless, pinpoint-accurate serves, the kind that left even the best liberos struggling.

But that’s exactly what made this fun.

You exhaled slowly, reaching up to unbutton your team jacket before sliding it off in one smooth motion. A hush fell over the court as you folded it over your arm and set it aside. Without a word, you walked to the opposite side of the court, rolling your shoulders as you moved. Along the way, you grabbed a pair of spare knee pads from the equipment pile, sliding them over your track pants. Then, with practiced ease, you crouched into a libero’s ready stance, feet planted, knees bent, weight balanced perfectly.

“Bring it,” you said simply.

Osamu groaned, already sensing where this was going. “Don’t be stupid. Ya know his serves are hell.”

You didn't talk much, getting into the zone. "I know."

Osamu’s brows lifted. “You know?”

Atsumu’s smirk twitched slightly, something unreadable flickering across his features. “And what exactly do ya know?” But you don't respond.

You didn’t move, didn’t blink—just stared at him, completely unfazed, waiting for him to serve.

You rolled your shoulders, shaking out any stiffness, meeting his gaze. “That your serves are fast. That they’re heavy, deceptive. That if I blink, I’ll miss it. That you’re expecting me to screw this up.” You smirked slightly. “That about sum it up?”

A beat of silence passed before Aran let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Atsumu tilted his head, his usual smugness fading into something else—interest. He bounced the volleyball once against the floor before catching it, eyes gleaming. “Alright, then. Let’s see what ya got.”

Aran crossed his arms, letting out a slow sigh. "This ain’t a smart move."

Osamu clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "Hope ya like bruises."

The court stilled as Atsumu took his place at the baseline, rolling his shoulders before tossing the ball in his usual pre-serve routine. The tension was palpable now, a mix of disbelief and anticipation.

Most of them thought you were about to get wrecked.

"Ten bucks on the manager eatin’ dirt," Ginjima muttered, arms crossed as he glanced at the others.

"Nah, I’ll say she gets a hand on it but doesn’t control it," one of the first-years chimed in.

"I got five on Atsumu embarrassing her," another snickered.

"Idiots," Aran sighed. "At least bet somethin’ interesting."

Suna, however, leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a smirk.

“Put me down for a win,” he said, voice calm.

Osamu looked at him like he was insane. “Ya serious?”

Suna’s smirk widened. “Yeah. I’ve got a good feeling.”

Atsumu, unaware of the exchange, exhaled deeply before tossing the ball high into the air. In the split second before he made contact, everything seemed to slow.

Then—

A sharp, deafening crack as his palm connected with the ball, sending it screaming over the net with vicious speed. It was a perfect serve—fast, cutting, barely losing momentum as it hurtled straight toward you. Gasps rang out as everyone braced for the inevitable.

But you were already moving.

Your feet pushed off the ground with practiced precision, body reacting purely on instinct. Time snapped back into motion as you lunged forward, reading the spin in a split second, dropping into a perfect tumble to absorb the impact. The ball met your forearms with a loud thwack, and for a heartbeat, there was only silence.

Then, impossibly, the ball arced upward—clean, controlled, perfect.

It landed precisely where a setter would need it.

The gym erupted.

“What the hell?” Ginjima gawked, eyes wide.

“No way,” one of the first-years breathed.

Osamu just stood there, mouth slightly open before slowly dragging a hand down his face. "Well, damn. I should’ve bet against ‘Tsumu."

Atsumu, still frozen at the baseline, blinked at you in genuine disbelief. His mouth opened, then closed. He tried again, but all that came out was, "How—?"

A pause. His brows furrowed, his brain visibly short-circuiting. "But ya—?"

Silence. A deep inhale, then a third attempt. "There’s no way—"

Nothing coherent followed.

Atsumu looked genuinely betrayed by reality itself, struggling to reconcile what had just happened with everything he knew about volleyball.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing. A sharp, satisfied sound, the kind that made the stunned silence in the gym even more ridiculous. "Oh my god, you look like you just saw a ghost," you teased, shaking your head.

You rolled your shoulders, exhaling slowly as you straightened up. "I played libero in middle school, and I still play casual games." A brief pause, then you nodded toward Suna. "We went to the same middle school. Suna knows."

Every head in the gym turned to Suna, who simply smirked, arms still folded. He let the silence stretch for a moment before tilting his head toward the rest of the team.

“So,” he said smoothly, “who owes me what?”

Before anyone could react further, a new voice cut through the noise. "What’s everyone standing around for?"

The entire team turned to see Kita standing in the doorway, his usual composed expression tinged with mild disapproval. The court immediately fell into silence, the players straightening unconsciously as if caught slacking.

"Uh," Ginjima cleared his throat. "Just—observin’ somethin’ important, Kita."

Kita’s sharp gaze swept over the court before landing on Atsumu, who still hadn't moved from the baseline, then flicked toward you, standing composed and unruffled. "Hm." His eyes narrowed slightly before he simply nodded. "Get back to work."

Without another word, the gym broke back into motion, though murmurs still floated around, disbelief lingering in the air.

With that, you dusted off your hands and turned toward the exit. "Alright, I'll be back."

As soon as you stepped past the gym doors and out of their line of sight, the composure you had held so effortlessly cracked. A sharp, searing ache radiated through your forearms, the sting of the brutal impact catching up to you all at once. You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth, resisting the urge to cradle your arms like they had just been run over.

"Holy shit," you hissed under your breath, shaking out your wrists in a futile attempt to lessen the throbbing. Atsumu really didn’t hold back. The ball had practically dented your bones.

You glanced down at your skin, already seeing the faint beginnings of bruises forming beneath the surface. Yep, no way you were getting through the next week without feeling this.

Forcing yourself to walk straight despite the radiating pain, you took a sharp turn down the hallway and made a beeline for the nurse’s office.

"Long sleeves for the next week, it is," you muttered to yourself, resigned to your fate as you pushed the door open, fully ready to drown in an ice pack for the next hour.

[forsworned]

⠀⠀⠀˗ˏˋbumblin fool ft. poly!tf141ˎˊ˗

꒰ঌa/n໒꒱ i'm just writing whatever comes to mind at this point, bc i think it's fun to write about how tf 141 would react to a female being on their squad, even if its a bit delusional lol more so on my part but oooohhh welll

꒰warning(s)suggested polyship, fluff꒱

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"How many fingers am I holdin' up?"

Simon's gaze was locked onto her and her lips split into a grin, so clearly dazed and wanting to giggle at his awful attempt at trying to test if she had been concussed from the fall she had just taken moments ago. Fortunately, Simon was able to scoop her up after her head smashed against the pavement, lucky to not have split her skull open but not lucky enough to not have a small knot on her right temple.

"You serious?" She giggled, swaying a bit to the side but he held her still. He couldn't help the annoyed huff that slipped from his lips, but there was a glimmer of amusement behind his eyes. His eye black that had been smeared against his eyes hours ago was now faded from the rain that had drenched them. Even in her allegedly concussed state she read Simon like a book. Always wanting to know all his ticks so she could push the right buttons, usually working in her favor more than her detriment. However, she really couldn't speak for her other teammates.

"Yes, 'm bloody serious. Now answer the question." It was almost playful the way he responded to her. Not wanting to give too much away, but also not wanting to be too rough around the edges for her. God knows he didn't want another go around of the same tears and pouty lips until he had to muster up the pluck to apologize.

Kyle, Johnny and Price couldn't help but chuckle at the scene unfolding in front of them. Luckily the incident had happened on their way back from the bar and not in the middle of a mission. Her usual state of bumbling around, and tripping over thin air was a rather large contrast to how tactful and agile she was on the field. She tapped her chin for a moment with that giddy smile. "Hmm, four?"

Simon glanced between her cute and incompetent expression and his two fingers and then back to her. Kyle was the first to burst out into laughter.

"Bloody hell." Simon groaned as the others chuckled.

"Got ye a concussion, don't y'lassie?" Johnny brushed the hair out of her eyes and she smiled sweetly up at him.

"Bumblin' fool." Simon shook his head.

"Jus a clumsy duck off th'field, aren't ya?" Price grinned, as he softly pinched her cheek. She licked her lips as she wriggled into his touch, feeling the rough pads of his fingers tickle her soft skin. A girly mirth errupting from her and she cowered away playfully from him. A wry grin on Simon's face as he observed the interaction and held her steady once more.

"Well, she's definitely concussed." Kyle laughed again, playing with a strand of her hair. She hummed in content.

"Y'think that's somethin' to be happy about?" Simon's vexation bubbling to the surface at her lack of concern and at his teammate's lack of intiative. All of them at her side, cooing at her in her wobbly and whimisical state and more than ready to take care of her. He pinched the bridge of nose. No wonder she was so giddy.

[the-cosmic-cauldron]

Astrology Observations 08/12/2024

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Your Sun Sign as a Kid and as an Older Adult

 

Aries

Kid: Aries as a kid is a dreamer, the kind to escape in the corner of their room envisioning all that they wanted to unfold in their future. They loved solitude, as they felt they could be in their own world without interruption. They felt so intensely connected to their imagination that it became a focal point of their childhood. They begin to look at the school kids, excited by all the possibilities to bond with different people. They fell in love fast with their crushes, thinking of them constantly and hoping that they could experience the romance of their lifetime. The Aries child has a big heart and often can put their needs to the side to help another person in need. Innocent children who needed shielding from the harsh realities of the world. They desire much affection and reassurance from their family and friends.

 

Older Adult: Once the Aries becomes an older adult, their exuberant energy and impulsivity begin to slow down. These people begin to vibe and chill and don’t find themselves worked up by the usual. They focus more on stabilizing their lives so they can experience all they desire before they pass. Being around those they love makes them feel grounded, and they find that they have had enough thrills to become more routine. They begin to balance their ambitions with time for leisure and can find that vacationing, being out in nature, and tending to their home bring them satisfaction.

 

Taurus

Kid: As a kid, there was a surge of energy felt in your body, so it was easy to become irritable. You often went into your room and focused on whatever peaked your interest and couldn’t be bothered by others. You felt that whatever you wanted must be yours, and so any desire you had, you were in pursuit of. You often felt that you needed to do something, get your blood rushing, and, at times, enjoy the thrill of life and adventures. You fell easily for your crushes and often wanted to speak and spend time with them, though you had many and plenty of crushes. You may have been moody, but you were also very excited to share your positivity.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult Taurus, you have a knack for speaking. You can communicate effortlessly and may turn to public speaking, writing, and conveying information to others. You become engrossed in all of the new things you discover and find that the internet is your best friend. You enjoy going out to meet new people and may desire to change your social circle. You find that boredom sets in too easily, and so you go off to scram for your next adventure or form of stimulation. You may find that your best ideas come to you in the middle of a conversation, and you may venture into taking classes, going back to pursue another degree, or finding free courses. The library is also another one of your interests, or just purchasing books. For fun, you’ll explore new places locally.

 

Gemini

Kid: As a child, Gemini, you were reserved and chill. Oftentimes, you lay back and let others be the stars of the show. You were picky and hard to please, oftentimes stubborn. Your parents may have had a hard time convincing you when you didn’t want to do something. You could’ve thought you were far more mature than your peers and wanted your parents to give you access to things that weren’t age-appropriate. You easily got bored of your new toy and wanted new things fairly fast. There is some sort of satisfaction that the Gemini child gets from being surrounded by material possessions. There is also a deep desire for the Gemini to feel stable and to have a very fixed routine that they follow. It takes longer for the Gemini child to form a crush and to talk to their crushes.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult Gemini, you begin to crave the smell of a freshly baked pie in the oven, the softness of your bed, and a nice hot shower at the end of the night. Nothing brings you more joy than your family, and you often feel delighted being around your children, partner, and grandchildren. You look at your home as a safe haven and may find that you want to renovate or improve it. Warm and sentimental, memories mean everything to you, and as much as you enjoy making them, you also enjoy the nostalgia of reviewing them. You feel your emotions much more, and that allows you to gain more insight into yourself and others. You lounge around on the sofa with your phone in your hand and a hot tea, talking about your day. You find that stability is what makes you feel at peace, so you secure your spot at your job and make sure to keep your savings.

 

Cancer

Kid: As a child Cancer, nothing peaked your interest more than people and your environment. You wanted to explore your hometown and make new friends. You were full of ideas, and your friends were always up to the things you wanted to do. Everything was interesting to you, and you found that there were many questions you pondered. You may have always needed an answer to some new theory or question in your mind. With so much going on mentally, journals were your best friend. Writing allowed you to get it out of your head and on paper. You were the child going from one thing to the next because you hated the feeling of being bored. The most exciting thing was taking a trip somewhere, whether to the beach, your family's house, or the zoo. Going the distance for an experience was exciting and a hallmark of your childhood.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult with cancer, you find that you enjoy being recognized. You no longer want to hide and can enjoy putting your talents, creativity, and style boldly out there for others. You enjoy compliments and luxury. You aim for the highest quality items, and you find that your big heart is incredibly devoted and generous to your loved ones. Warm and affectionate, you thrive during family gatherings or in your career as you make strides towards success. Your glow becomes infectious, and you age like fine wine. People love your positivity, and you gain a lot of new friends and suitors.

 

Leo

Kid: As a kid, nothing excites you more than coming home to your favorite food. The scent taking over your house made you feel at home and delighted to exist. Family meant everything to you, and you enjoyed time with your grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and siblings. Sensitive at heart, you cherished every new friend you made. The holidays were an exciting time for you and a hallmark of your childhood. In the midst of the busyness, you took time to indulge in your imagination.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, Leo, you find that you want to refine your life. Everything needs an upgrade, and you’re very particular in your aesthetic and taste. Your focus may turn towards being of service to those around you; you may be the one people call on for assistance. You find that you get intrigued and more pragmatic towards your career goals, and you may switch into a field where you can learn and advance. You are not easy to let people in, and you compartmentalize your life. You may have work friends, but outside of work, you tend to tread a different path and present a different character. You become organized and want to put your best self forward.

 

Virgo

Kid: As a kid, you were multi-talented and incredibly creative. People often rejoiced in hearing your ideas, and you had an infectious smile and aura that made people fond of you. You were generous, offering yourself and your possessions to others. With such a big heart, it was easy for teachers, parents, and friends to like you. Playtime was very exciting, and you enjoyed exploring your mind through play. You enjoyed affection, affirmations, and compliments. You stood out and did things others wanted to do for themselves.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, Virgo, you find that your taste expands. You have an eye for beauty and art. You may find that you’re drawn to the field of the arts and that you have a desire to upgrade your fashion and style. You enjoy socializing and find that you get along with all different kinds of people, but harmony in your relationships is prioritized. Your social circle widens, and opportunities to travel, be promoted at work, or go out around town open. You find that people are drawn to you without you doing much. You care a lot about others and are constantly looking to improve the circumstances or the world. You find partnership very important and focus on deepening your bond or finding your soulmate.

 

Libra

Kid: As a kid, you enjoyed reading a lot. Your source of entertainment was learning, and it felt great to be able to read up on different subjects. You were the kid watching everyone else, observant of your surroundings; you were trying to make sense of the world around you. Kind and manner-able, you followed directions and were sweet to other children. You often looked to others to see what was appropriate behavior, and you found out quickly what you needed to do in order to fit in. You wanted to do well at everything you did, and a simple art project encouraged you to bring out all your technical skills. You wanted to impress others with your ability to surpass expectations.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, Libra, you seek to gain status in this world. You’re not the person who wants to flaunt it; instead, something intense and intrinsic tells you you need to make a mark on this world and leave behind a legacy. You begin to pick up momentum, determined to work towards success. In the meantime, you also have a deep desire to search for the truth, and your spiritual beliefs may shift. You may find that you go through a transformation unexpectedly that shifts your perception of the world and makes you feel and see things much deeper. You can start to grow distrustful of people and become more private with yourself. It can be hard to gain access to you as you have a different perception of your relationships.

 

Scorpio

Kid: As a kid, Scorpio, you are a social butterfly. You love being around others, especially your friends who you chat the day away with. You enjoyed the luxuries of life as a kid: dining out, movies, parks, etc. You love having a good time and being out and about. Receiving gifts and new things excited you, and the more possessions you had, the more content you felt. You were always there for those you felt were not getting what they deserved because you believed in their well-being. You enjoy dressing up, changing, and experimenting with your style, and you loved romance films and had many crushes.

 

Older adult: As an older adult Scorpio, you give zero fucks. You don’t care what people think of you because your pleasure and enjoyment are what matter, and you’re going to do the things that fulfill you. You may find that you start to look at your beliefs and may start to ponder questions of life that you haven’t examined before. You may feel the need to join a religion, turn to spirituality, or go through a period of reinventing and finding yourself. You laugh loudly and have a lot of fun; distant lands and traveling locally both sound exhilarating. You’re less rigid and more open and perceptive, allowing others to understand your inner workings more.

 

Sagittarius

Kid: As a kid, you were interesting; leaving you alone wasn’t hard because there was a level of maturity you held at a young age. You were also quite introverted, always scanning and analyzing those who came close to you. You were the chill kid, but deep inside was an entire world no one knew about, and you were firm with that. You kept it to yourself and explored it on your own. Oftentimes, as a kid, you were stuck on carving out your own path, which could’ve led to either an interesting group of friends or a more lonesome social life. You were interested in an array of fascinating topics, and you constantly wanted to learn and know more.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, you get serious. You mean business, and you want to be the boss and at the top of what you do. You don’t have time to wait on the sidelines; you need to be at the forefront. Stability means everything to you because you want to enjoy your retirement. You like to be around material possessions, and you find that you are more into quality than quantity. You are honest and direct in how you speak, but you don’t have time for the fluff; you want to know what is true and real. You find that you have an easier time handling responsibilities.

 

Capricorn

Kid: As a kid, Capricorn, you were hungry for knowledge. Nothing makes you feel more at home than learning more and getting deep into your studies and interests. You were hardly satisfied with scratching the surface as you plunged deeper and deeper into your curiosity’s. You often said whatever was on your mind, which could make for great humor or a lot of awkwardness. You always wanted to experience more, and you had a deep desire for total freedom. Outside of your fascinations, you were lighthearted and fun. You boosted people’s mood just by being around, and they were cherished for your strong personality.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, Capricorn finds that routine is frustrating and that, after all, accumulating possessions isn’t as satisfying. The Capricorn starts to deviate from their goals and starts thinking large. They realize there is a whole world out there, and what part do they play in creating a better society for the next generation? The Capricorn takes their material possessions and donates them, does volunteer work, and advocates for other disadvantaged people. The Capricorn finds that they become interested in new technologies and different communities that they’ve never been apart of. By increasing their social presence, Capricorn gains a lot of new and unique friends with whom they can share their ideas.

 

Aquarius

Kid: As a kid, Aquarius, you were studious. You followed the rules, did what was told, and wanted to exceed expectations. You were reserved and often preferred to be in the background. You talked in a direct way and may have enjoyed extracurricular activities and being challenged. You gained a lot of awards, medals, and badges. You weren’t focused much on crushes. You were often more mature in acting or looking than those around you. You kept how you felt to yourself.

 

Older Adult: As an older adult, Aquarius, you find yourself connected to your spirituality a lot more. Your connection to others in your life is a strength, and it’s as if you feel life has transformed for you. You begin to feel your emotions more intensely, which leads you to stray off to yourself to escape into your own fantasy world. You could really find that your inner world is far more fascinating than the world outside your home. You discover sides to yourself that you haven't, and you strengthen your relationship with your partner or find yourself in search of your soulmate. The artistic side of you shines more, and you can feel that laying low and occupying yourself on your own feels a lot more fun.

 

Pisces

Kid: As a kid, you stand out; you’re sort of an odd ball in your own way. People find you interesting, and you might even be puzzled by yourself. There is a level of surprise and unpredictability that comes with it. You often, at times, rebel for the sake of it. You love meeting all kinds of people and enjoy learning about others and their lives. You find that you don’t want to tie yourself down much and enjoy grandiose ideas. When you have one, you’re sure to tell everyone as well. At times, you detach from your own world and can seem a bit disinterested in life and others.

 

Older Adult: You find that you have come out of your cave and made your mark on this world. One day things change, and you have a certain boldness that shocks others. You start manifesting and creating the life you want, and all of the things you mentioned finally sprout. You go through many phases before finding the path to what you truly feel resonates, and you’re always cheerful, making others smile. You find that you can assert yourself and your boundaries easier.

 

 

 

 

Why These Pairings End Up Together

Aries- Virgo

These signs both have a focus on goals and desire loyalty.

Taurus-Libra

These signs share sensitivity and a mental connection.

Gemini-Scorpio

These signs are both powerful, one determined to gain success and the other determined to influence.

Cancer- Sagittarius

These signs both go after what they want and value honesty.

Leo-Capricorn

These signs are both independent and confident.

Virgo-Aquarius

These signs both desire a better world and share a spiritual bond.

Libra-Pisces

These signs are both artistic and in their own worlds.

Scorpio-Aries

These signs are both strong and powerful leaders.

Sagittarius-Taurus

These signs are both physical and spiritual.

Capricorn-Gemini

These signs both speak their minds and have influence.

Aquarius-Cancer

These signs both are visionaries who don’t mind taking their time to make things great.

Pisces-Leo

These signs both are creative and involve themselves with others very well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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[starsinthesky5]

How are Joe and songbird when it comes to clubbing/partying out with friends?

a/n: another draft ive been gatekeeping for like 4 days

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joe and songbird at the club are a scene. not the loudest or the flashiest, but the most magnetic in the room. the kind of couple that keeps to themselves in the corner but somehow steals the attention of everyone around them without even trying.

they usually hang back at first—her tucked into his side, his hand resting low on her back like it’s second nature. joe’s always in something dark and simple. black tee stretched over his chest, his smiley face chain barely visible beneath the collar, while she’s dressed like a dream, something silky or sparkly clinging to her in all the right ways. and he watches her like she’s the only person in the room. both of them have drinks in hand, letting the bass thrum through their bodies while they quietly observe the chaos around them. joe leans in close, murmuring something dry and ridiculous in her ear about the guy on the dance floor who’s definitely doing tax fraud, and she chokes on her drink, head tipping back in laughter. they’re the couple in the dimly lit corner booth, half hidden behind shadows and flickering lights, looking like they’re in on the best inside joke in the room.

she watches him watch people. his eyes flicking from one couple to the next, lip tucked between his teeth like he’s holding in commentary, only letting it slip when she nudges him and raises her brows like okay, what is it? he always delivers. cool and quiet, just a quick whisper and a smirk that has her grabbing his thigh to keep from fully losing it. sometimes they’ll place secret bets on who’s going home together, who’s pretending to be friends, and who’s just been dumped and trying not to cry near the bar. it’s their version of fun. people-watching and passing silent judgment with arms looped around each other, and the rest of the world fading into background noise.

but when the right song comes on—something slow and dirty, heavy with bass—she gives him that look. the one that makes his pulse jump.

she doesn’t even have to say anything. just takes his hand and pulls him toward the dance floor.

he follows. always does.

on the floor, she moves like the music was made for her. hips rolling, arms lifted, back arching just enough to draw him in. her hair’s a wild curtain that keeps hitting his chin when she flips it over her shoulder. and joe, normally so composed, so steady, goes soft. undone. completely wrapped around her. his hands are everywhere from her hips to her waist, sliding up her ribs, down her thighs. not possessive, just craving every piece of her body. keeping her as close as possible to him. like if he doesn’t hold her close enough, he might drift right out of the moment. she grinds back into him, teasing him in a way that tests his restraint, and his breath catches. his lips hover at the shell of her ear, not saying anything, just letting her feel the way his chest rises against her back. his breath is hot and heavy on her neck, his grip tightening when she presses harder against him, like she’s trying to drive him insane.

his head dips lower, lips brushing her shoulder through the strap of her dress. and it’s dark enough in the club that no one’s really watching—not that they care. because right then, it’s just them. her body on his. the beat under their skin. his fingers curling around her hip bone like he’s marking her without a single word.

he doesn’t dance for anyone else. never has. not at house parties, not at weddings, not even when his friends tried to hype him up with drinks and pressure—joe burrow has always been the guy who leans back, calm and unreadable, drink in hand, quietly watching it all unfold. but with her, it’s different. she brings it out of him. she makes him feel the music, makes him forget the world outside the space between their bodies. she rolls her hips into his, and it’s like a switch flips—his hands are suddenly everywhere, pulling her closer like he needs her to stay tethered to him. his friends catch glimpses of it from across the club and they can’t believe it, can’t believe that he's the joe they know, given how he looks so flushed, a breathless version of himself, lost in the beat and the warmth of his girl. he doesn’t care that they’re watching. doesn’t care that his teammates are cracking jokes or that strangers might recognize him. all he knows is her. her perfume, her hair flipping in his face, her fingers curling around his neck, and the way the rhythm moves through her like something holy. and he matches it. completely hers. reckless in a way only she can make him.

they don’t stay late after that. never do.

because by the time the third song rolls around, his mouth is at her ear, his hand slipping just beneath the hem of her dress, and she’s smiling like she knows exactly what he’s thinking.

and whatever he’s thinking, it’s not PG ;)

[pinkcelestialstar]

A fluffly one maybe? bada married with y/n and her kids :3

This is cute >0<

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪The Blossoming mess 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

Fluff. Slight smut(just a pinch of it)

"Lily!!! Rose!! No!! Give it back here!" You say as you chase Lily and Rose around the house as they run around with your books since you refused to give them more ice-cream.

Bada sighs amusedly as she enters the living room, observing the chaotic scene unfold. She picks up a cookie from the table and approaches the kids with a smile. "Hey hey hey, give Mommy her book back, okay?" she says calmly yet with authority, trying to reason with the kids.

Lily looks at you guilty then tosses your book back at you. Rose sees this and laughs mischievously then throws herself on the couch. "Mama!" she shouts innocently. "Lily stole my crayons!" She whines dramatically to get Lily in trouble. Lily hears this and shouts back.

"No I didn't! You're always lying Rose!" Lily shouts then pulls Rose's hair. Rose yells and hits Lily. You watch as the two girls start throwing pillows at each other and rolling on the carpet, fighting like cats and dogs.

You whine seeing all the chaos "I wanna cry"

Bada chuckles and pulls you into a hug, shushing you softly. "Aww baby don't cry, they're just being siblings." She says soothingly, kissing your forehead gently. She then looks at the girls and yells. "Lily! Rose! Bed! Now!"

Handling 2 six-year-olds is not easy but is manageable with Bada. She knows when to be a strict parent and when to be a fun one.

Both girls stop their pillow fight and look up at Bada with wide eyes, knowing that tone. They get up slowly and start dragging their feet upstairs, mumbling under their breath. "This is so unfair..." Lily complains. "Yeah... We were having fun..." Rose adds.

You pout as you look up at Bada, "They always just listen to you"

Bada chuckles at your pouting expression, ruffling your hair gently. "Well, someone has to be the strict parent, right?" She chuckles, sitting down beside you on the couch. She can see you sulking and finds it amusing.

"Do you know how cute you look when you pout?" Bada asks softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "You know what else?" She laughs softly. You hum, waiting for her response. She smirks devilishly.

"No, no, no, I know where this is going! Not in the broad daylight" You put your finger on her lips.

She playfully nips at your finger with a deep chuckle, pulling your hand away from her mouth. "Says who?" Her voice drops to a seductive whisper. "Those two are already in bed..." She shifts closer to you on the couch. "And you know how..."

You put your palm on her mouth, blushing furiously, stopping her from saying anything more.

She mumbles against your palm, the vibrations of her words making your heart race. "Nighttime is the best time for cuddling and... other activities..." She tries to whisper, but it's muffled by your hand. "And we're alone now..."

"But it's not night!"

Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she gently bites your palm playfully. "You're being too cute for your own good... Are you seriously going to use daylight as an excuse?" She pulls your hand away from her mouth completely and pulls you closer. "Besides..." Her voice becomes softer.

"No one's home except us... they'll sleep through anything." She reassures you, her face getting closer. "And I need my wife..." She leans in and captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, her arms wrapping around you tightly. "Now stop being shy and let's..."

You blush and slap her arm but give in any way.

She chuckles at your shyness and captures your mouth again, pushing you back on the couch. She climbs on top of you, between your legs. You wrap your legs around her instinctively, moaning softly as she grinds against you slowly. "Baby..."

You whimper in response.

"Shhh..." She whispers against your lips, then nuzzles your neck. "We need to be quiet okay?" She pants softly, moves your shirt to the side gently and trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone. "Can you be a good girl and stay quiet?"

You are breathless as you nod- but you quickly sense footsteps towards the living room, and you push Bada away as she dramatically falls on the floor while Lily enters the living room with a pillow in hand.

Lily enters the room, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She sees Bada on the floor and you sitting up on the couch, looking startled. "What's going on?" She asks, her voice still groggy with sleep. "Why is Mama on the floor?"

"Ah..ah...Mama was ...she was checking if the carpet's clean"

Lily looks suspiciously between you and Bada, tilting her head to the side. "Mama was checking if the carpet's clean?" She repeats skeptically, sitting down next to you on the couch and resting her pillow on her lap. "That's weird..."

You cough hiding your flusteredness, "Now, what happened, why is Lily not asleep yet, it's time for your afternoon nap"

Lily pouts at you, crossing her arms over her chest. "I can't sleep...I had a bad dream." She whines, snuggling closer to you on the couch. "And now Mama's on the floor...it's weird."

"Don't worry about Mama; you know she can be weird sometimes," you tease Bada to which she pouts. "You can sleep with Mommy; she will hold you to sleep and not let bad dreams get to you~" you cuddle Lily in your arms.

Bada chuckles softly as she picks herself up off the floor, brushing off her clothes. She gives you a playful glare before settling down on the couch on Lily's other side. "Looks like someone's stolen my cuddle buddy." She jokes, booping Lily gently on the nose.

Lily snuggles closer to you, resting her head on your chest and wrapping her arms around you tightly. Bada wraps her arms around both of you, nuzzling Lily's hair. "Mama wants to cuddle too."

You laugh. Hearing all the laughter from the living room, Rose walks out of her room, too, sleepy; as she sees everyone cuddle, she jumps in, too.

Rose crawls into your lap, curling up and resting her head on your shoulder. Bada sighs happily, wrapping her arms around all three of you. "Looks like we're having a family cuddle party." She murmurs contentedly, kissing Lily's and Rose's heads gently.

You pout "my kissy?"

All three of them giggle at your pout, making you smile despite yourself. Bada moves closer, pressing a firm kiss to your lips while both Lily and Rose give you little pecks on the cheeks.

"There... that's fair, right?" Bada asks amused.

You smile wide, nodding, "Yes!!"

The four of you remain cuddled up together on the couch, watching TV quietly and occasionally stealing kisses from each other. As the afternoon wears on, Lily and Rose start to drift back to sleep, snuggled in your lap and against your chest. "They always fall asleep like this..."

"Little monsters are so peaceful when they're asleep" you chuckle looking at your daughters' asleep faces.

Bada laughs softly, watching Lily's peaceful expression and Rose's slightly open mouth. "They look like angels when they're asleep."

You look up at Bada with loving eyes "Love you my babies' mama"

Bada's heart melts at your words, a warm smile spreading across her face. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers softly. "Love you too, my wonderful wife and mother of my angels." She squeezes you gently, careful not to disturb the sleeping girls.

She pecks your cheek and whispers in your ears, "We still have some unfinished business. I think I should put more babies in you~" she says teasingly, you pinch her arm as you whisper yell.

"Don't talk like that when the kids are around!!!"

She pouts like a puppy, pretending to be innocent but you can see the smile she's trying to hold in. You chuckle and flick her forehead. "yeah yeah strap-on gets me pregnant"

She chuckles at your response, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, it definitely will. I'll make sure to use it after putting the girls to bed." She whispers back, giving your cheek a gentle kiss.

You blush hard, "get lost" you whisper.

Bada laughs softly, nuzzling your cheek before gently extracting herself from the cuddle pile. She stands up and picks up the two sleeping girls, carrying them upstairs to put them to bed. "I'll be back soon, my love. Don't fall asleep without me."

[alwaysmicado]

keep you warm

1.3k | Joel Miller x f!reader

post-outbreak, established relationship, pregnancy Summary: You reveal to Joel that you are carrying his child. He vows to keep you both safe and warm, always. A/N: This fic is a bit different from the things I've posted so far and it was so much fun to write. I put my heart (and tears) in it and I hope it will bring you as much comfort as it did me. 🤍 series masterlist

There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights. - Bram Stoker, Dracula

The car engine growls softly as it cruises down the winding road, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of autumnal hues.

Joel has his hands placed firmly on the wheel as he glances over at your sleeping form, your silhouette painted in the warm glow of the sunset. The air inside the car is filled with a comfortable silence, the weight of your continued journey hanging in the atmosphere.

As you navigate through the autumn landscape, daylight begins to fade, casting long shadows that sway with the curves of the road. Joel steals a glance in the rearview mirror, squinting against the diminishing light. The forest on either side of the road stands like a wall of rust and amber, a silent observer to your passage.

You stir in your sleep, a soft moan escaping your lips. Joel reaches, caressing your cheek gently, tracing a promise with tenderness he thought long gone. 

Until he met you.

A few miles ahead, Joel spots a fitting spot by the edge of the forest. He eases the car to a stop, gravel crunching beneath the tires. The engine hums into silence, leaving only the rustling of leaves and the fading whispers of the day.

“We’re here, darlin’.” 

Your eyes flutter open to Joel’s soft touch, his hand brushing away the remnants of sleep. You both step out, the cool evening air enveloping you like a gentle embrace.

Setting up camp unfolds as a familiar routine. Joel sparks a small fire, the flames dancing in the encroaching darkness. The scent of burning wood mixes with the crisp fall air, creating an ambiance that is both comforting and hauntingly beautiful. You arrange your sleeping bags near the fire, a makeshift sanctuary in the wilderness.

As you sit by the fire, the warmth casting a soft glow on your faces, Joel pulls out two cans of beans and some beef sticks. You eat in companionable silence, the crackling of the fire punctuating the stillness.

Yet, Joel can’t help but notice the subtle changes in you—grimaces and absent-minded belly rubs.

He sets his half-eaten bowl down, a subtle tension settling into the contours of his expression as he watches you closely. “You ain’t lookin’ too good, honey,” he notes, his voice laced with concern, slicing through the ambient crackling that reverberates in the air. “Somethin’ not sittin’ right?”

Gazing at Joel across the fire-lit expanse, his weathered face bathed in the flickering glow of the dancing flames, your heart swells with love—and dread.

You clutch your belly as you double over, a sudden, strong wave of nausea overcoming you. Startled, Joel’s eyes widen, but he reacts instinctively, abandoning all else to rush to your side.

With a tender urgency, he crouches beside you as you vomit, his hands moving intuitively to cradle your back. His voice, usually rugged and steady, softens into a soothing cadence. “Easy now, darlin’,” he murmurs, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “I’m right here.”

Your body tenses with each convulsion, tears mingling with the involuntary heaves, but Joel’s steady hands and reassuring words calm you.

As the waves of nausea subside, he eases you back, offering a makeshift cloth to wipe your mouth. His gaze holds a blend of worry and tenderness, the firelight flickering in the depths of his eyes.

“Thanks,” you manage, your voice still shaky.

“That’s alright, darlin’,” he replies, a crooked half-smile playing on his lips. “We look out for each other, remember?”

Nestling closer to the warmth of the fire, Joel wraps a comforting arm around you. The quiet forest listens, an unspoken witness to the vulnerability shared beneath the starlit sky.

“You gonna tell me what’s been goin’ on?” Joel asks, his voice a gentle yet firm prompt.

You swallow hard and nod weakly, lifting your head up from his shoulder to meet his gaze. His brow is furrowed as he searches your watery eyes for answers. “What happened, darlin’?” he asks, wiping away the lone tear that is tracing a delicate path down your cheek.

The unspoken secret sits heavy within you, a silent burden that has been shaping every whispered conversation and stolen glance over the past few weeks. Each passing day deepens the weight, a constant companion in your shared journey.

The fear of Joel’s reaction, the uncertainty of the world you are living in, and the vulnerability of bringing innocence into chaos weave a complex tapestry of emotions, a heavy cloak draped over the anticipation of a new life.

You have never been more terrified. 

“Joel, I–” your voice is shaky and you need to gather all your strength to not break down into a million pieces. “I think I might be pregnant.”

The revelation hangs in the air, momentarily freezing time. Joel’s eyes widen, a mosaic of emotions crossing his face—shock, concern, disbelief, and then a surprising warmth.

He reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. “Pregnant?” he repeats, his voice softer now, tears glistening in his eyes.

“Mhm,” you sniffle, your vulnerability echoing in the quiet night. “I swear I wanted to tell you before, I just–” you hiccup and wipe away your tears with the sleeve of your jacket. “I’m so fucking scared, Joel.” You look into his warm eyes for reassurance, your lip quivering, your whole body trembling with anxiety.  

Joel’s expression softens further, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he puts his hands on your arms, his eyes boring into you. “It’s gonna be alright, darlin’.” He pulls you into a gentle embrace, the firelight casting a comforting glow around you.

“We’ll figure it out together.”

As Joel’s reassuring words wash over you, a tangible weight lifts from your shoulders, carried away by the currents of relief. You allow yourself to breathe out a heavy sigh and let your tears run freely as you cling to the man who has saved you in more ways than he will ever know.

In this moment, beneath the vast canvas of the starlit sky, you find solace in each other—a fragile yet resilient hope kindling in the midst of your endless journey. 

Later, as you settle into your sleeping bags, Joel’s arm draped protectively over you, you feel a surge of gratitude. The warmth of Joel’s body pressed against yours creates a safe haven, momentarily replacing your fears with the undeniable comfort you both find in each other’s arms. 

“Sarah always wanted a little brother or sister,” Joel breaks the silence with a murmur, his warm breath ghosting your neck. “I wish she could be here to experience it.”

“I’m sure she’s going to look after her little sibling,” you whisper with a soft smile on your lips, tears silently pooling in the fabric of your sleeping bag. “Just like she’s been looking after you all this time.”

“I’ll do everything to keep you and our child safe and warm, my love. I promise.”

In the quiet cradle of the night, you drift into sleep, the rustling leaves and the forest’s whispers weaving a lullaby for your dreams.

Joel tenderly places his hand on your small bump, whispering promises to the precious life growing within, his words a secret shared with the quietude of the night. 

He lifts his head to look at your face, a soft smile gracing his lips as he cherishes the serenity painted across your features.

“You are the light of my life.”

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Series Masterlist | Joel Masterlist

[rollinouttahere-writes]

Sugar daddy crocodile is basically canon in my heart anyway so the idea of him just dumping a bunch of cash on us to go hang with buggy so he'll stop whining (probably whining about shanks tbh) is so good. Soooooo good.

Have a drabble

"Why do I have to go talk to him? Why can't you do it for once?"

Crocodile heaves a sigh, smoke gently billowing out of his mouth. The hand extended outward and holding a wad of berry withdrew and dropped the stack onto the desk. He turned to properly face you this time, "Because I'm the one pay rolling this whole operation. I have better things to do than entertain a clown."

The answer didn't satisfy you in the slightest. "Okay, well why can't Mihawk take a turn then?"

"Because you're the only person here who is broke enough to accept bribes." Crocodile take another drag of his cigar, "Besides, I doubt that Mihawk would indulge Buggy even if he was a destitute as you are."

Mihawks chimes in from the other side of the room, not bothering to look up from the newspaper he's reading, "That's a correct assumption. I wouldn't."

You scowl at Crocodile, internally struggling not to deck him for his comment. "First of all: Fuck you. And second: Now I'm not going to do it. Have fun listening to that whiny ass clown blubbering about how Shanks "ruined his life" for three hours."

With that off your chest, you turn on your heel and begin stomping out of the room, more than ready to be out of the presence of your stuck-up coworkers or whatever the fuck they were in relation to you.

"It's getting cold around here, don't you think?"

The seemingly random statement from Crocodile brings you to a halt, and you look over your shoulder questioningly, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm just making an observation... The recent weather change makes me grateful for my fur coats." He uses his hook to pick up a gift bag from under the table and tosses it toward you. "I'm sure you could find it within yourself to appreciate one, too."

You catch the bag midair and glare at Crocodile, "There better not be a preemptively bought fur coat in here." You rip open the bag and swipe away the tissue paper, and sure enough, there is an expensive fur coat staring back at you. Without even looking up at the former warlord that you can just feel is smirking at you, you unfold it and slip it on.

It fits perfectly.

"I fucking hate you so much, you rich asshole." Keeping your head down, you go back over to Crocodile's desk to snatch up the previously offered cash- because like hell you're leaving that behind after suffering this humiliation- then leave the room to go find that damned clown that has, unsurprisingly, turned your life into an equally damned circus.

Just as you're passing through the door, Crocodile calls out to you one last time, "Thank you for your continued cooperation."

"Go fuck yourself!"

[agi-ppangx]

to feel wanted (bang chan x gn!reader)

hurt/comfort i think???, very self indulgent, channie is here to stay an: this is the aftermath of me procrastinating on uni stuff, have fun reading it😽

“why would you say that?”

you blinked a few times, tilting your head to the side. did you say something wrong? 

“what do you mean?” you mumbled, taking a sip of your coffee. you grimaced, feeling it taste more bitter than usual. 

“you said we’re not close,” chan elaborated and you nodded. you did say that, yes, but what was so wrong about it? “i don’t wanna make it about myself, but it hurts, y’know?” he added, making you freeze. you looked up at him with a bewildered face and it almost made chan apologise, but he couldn’t drop the topic now, not when he finally worked up the courage to broach it with you. 

“i don’t think i understand,” you said with a forced smile, huffing gently to lighten the mood around you two. you hoped he’d just say “yeah, forget it”, but it seemed to seriously bother him as he searched for the best way to voice his concerns. 

“i know you don’t have a lot of close friends,” chan started hesitantly, not sure if it won’t hurt you. you frowned but nodded nonetheless, aware of your nonexistent social life. “but saying that we aren’t close? c’mon,” he sighed. you dropped your head, stirring the straw in your coffee a few times. your cheeks burned and your breathing became erratic. you took another sip of your bitter drink. 

“it’s just… easier for me,” you started quietly, not daring to look him in the eyes. you reached out for a napkin from the dispenser, desperately trying to busy your hands with something, anything just to not focus entirely on the conversation you never wanted to have in the first place. “i always do this, it’s like some kind of… defence mechanism or something. at least that’s what i tell myself.” chan glimpsed at you with a concerned look on his face, straightening his posture. 

“so… what does it mean exactly?” he asked, observing as you folded and unfolded the napkin. you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the vulnerability.

“throughout my life i learned that people don’t really like me. they tend to think i’m rude or weird and they never want to talk to me after they meet me,” you shrugged your shoulders. “i’ve always been the kind to get attached really quickly, so it hurt me whenever they left. so now i just kind of… gaslight myself into thinking that people don’t care about me and that i’m not close to anybody.” chan observed you intently as you spoke almost nonchalantly about your struggles. he stayed silent as you put the napkin away and just stared into the table. 

“you know i’d never leave you, right…?” he whispered, not exactly sure how he should feel. he was hurt, of course, because for the past few months you two had known each other he considered you one of the closest people in his life. you made him happier, like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day or a cup of warm tea on a winter evening. why couldn’t you see how important you were to him?

you finally made eye contact with him, looking for any type of sarcasm in his sight, but instead you were met with softness, gentleness, love. 

you nodded silently, blinking rapidly as you felt the tears sting at the corners of your eyes. you couldn’t open up fully just yet, but you wanted to believe him. you wanted to know what it’s like when someone genuinely cares about you and is willing to keep up with your odd traits and strange personality.

you wanted to feel wanted. 

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