#my guy friend was talking about his older sister yesterday and saying how having an older sister shaped the way he thinks and acts now

[mercurialshigh]

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[divinesolas]

Worth it

Summary: your little sister has a big crush on cregan stark, you attempt to help her score him but his eyes seem to be stuck somewhere else.

c.w: reader is older than cregan, reader is 24, cregan, jace and readers sister are 21, tension, fingering (fem), sister is referred to as kit, cregan is taller (not specified how much) not proofread

w.c: 2k

a.n: was asked if i could do modern cregan and im like OFC !! once i open up my requests again i will definitely add cregan to my list !!

You just watch as your sister paces around your room with a bored face.

“kit-”

“What am i gonna wear? omg my nails look so bad i knew i should have gotten my nails done yesterday fuck!”

Your sister had gotten an invite to a party tonight but it wasn’t just any party. It was cregan starks party. your sister has had a big crush on cregan since the beginning of this school year. You have seen him around before, living in a college town leads to you seeing most of the college students around. You hated to say it but he was hot.

But you can’t tell that to her, when she showed you his picture you acted like you thought he was ugly to make her happy, knowing she would have lost it if you told her you thought he was hot. He was just your type, a bigger guy that clearly worked out, he was kind from what you had heard about him. But none of that mattered what you did know is your sister was completely delusionally in love with him and wanted to sleep with him tonight.

“Kit it’ll be fine, you’re cute, if he doesn’t like you then he can go fuck him.”

“ugh but i want him to fuck me!” she flops face first onto your bed with a groan and you just roll your eyes. “You’re acting like this over a guy….” “I know i know but you must get it, wanting a guy so badly.” You stop and think to yourself. You’ve been with a couple guys in the past but when you try to think about anyone the only guy that pops up in your head is cregan. No. It must be because your sister was just talking about him.

“I guess? but i promise you will never catch me rolling around like a baby and whining over one.” She lifts her head and pouts at you, “I am not.” “I didn’t even say it was you but if the shoe fits.” She stands mumbling to herself about how much she hates you but you just laugh and fall back.

“Well what are you gonna wear tonight?” “What are you talking about?” “They said i can only come if you come with me.” You sit up and look at her confused, “What?” “That's what Jace said, oh and he asked if we can pick up some booze.” That must be it, but you have no clue why you have to come. and how close was she to these people they know who you are?

“im not a college student kit it would be fucking weird if i showed up.” “Y/n please i really wanna go,” she pouts and you and laces her hands together to beg you. You can’t say no to your sister. Your face must admit defeat because all attempts of arguing with you sister go down the drain as she throws and dress at you and demands you get changed so she can go see if she can try to chat with cregan. Fuck it, you’ll stay for like twenty minutes or atleast until you see cregan and your sister chatting then you’ll leave.

You feel awkward as soon as you walk in, especially since your sister runs away from you basically as soon as you step through the door because she spotted some of her friends. You grip the boxes of beer you have tightly in your hand as you try to glance around to find a kitchen. You walk around a bit and manage to find it, letting out a sigh of relief as you place down the boxes.

“Thanks gorgeous.” You jump and turn around being faced with the man himself. “Cregan.” He had a wide grin on his face, “My reputation proceeds me.” You open and close your mouth trying to come up with something to say. God he was hot. fuck you can think like that. Your eyes drift down and you can see a little bit of his chest due to his unbuttoned shirt and hear him laugh and look back up and you see him just watching you. You take a major step back as you flush.

”I'm sorry-” “Don’t apologize i like you looking at me.” He moves closer to you and you move back until you hit the table and he’s standing right in front of you. “You’re beautiful.” “Thank you..” You look away from him and from where you are you can see you sister chatting with her friends. Your eyes widen and you push his chest making him stumble back from you out of view.

“I can’t talk to you.” He raises one of his eyebrows, the look on his face never dropping. “And why can’t i?” you shake your head trying to move around him so you can leave, “I'm not a student.” “I know.” He keeps on standing in front of you, “ Your kits sister, wanted you here.” You tilt your head, What?

“Huh?” He steps closer and you can feel his breath on your face, “I like you. Wanted you here tonight so i can finally get the chance to talk to you.”

what?

“I can’t.” You can’t do this to your sister could you? She seemingly really likes this guy. No matter how hot you think he is. “Why not?” “My sister likes you.” You blurt out. He doesn’t seem shocked by your reply. as if he already knew this info already. he just looks up to the living room with a shrug, “Doesn’t seem like she likes me much.” You turn your head and see her sitting on some guys lap making out with him. You’re gonna fucking kill her. She was so determined early what happened to that?

“oh..” “come with me.” he offers you his hand, no pressure for you to take it. You shake your head, “im older than you..” “And? that's even better.” you raise your eyebrows at him, finally feeling relaxed for the first time since you stepped through the door. “You into older women?” He shrugs with a smirk on his face, “could be, never been with one. never been with anyone like you.” you flush but try to keep up your attitude. “You couldn’t handle me.”

He leans down and whispers in your ear, “I would love to try,” He presses a kiss on your ear before pulling back and once again offering you his hand. “You don’t have to say yes.” With one more glance at your sister who seems to be eagerly shoving her tongue down that poor guys throat you grab his hand. “fine, but you better make this worth it.” “Believe me, i will.”

You don’t make another sound as he’s leading you up the stairs. you try to keep your face hidden in case you sister just so happened to look in your direction. you don’t look up until you enter a bedroom, standing in the middle of it. You hear a click behind you and you turn around. He grips your face and pulls you into a kiss.

You can feel his facial hair scratching against your skin in a delicious burn. He’s a good kisser, a really good kisser, but you won’t tell him that, it seems like his ego is already high enough. you two walk back until your falling back onto the bed. You watch as he rips the buttons off his shirt and throws it aimlessly on the floor. “You couldn't just unbutton it?” he laughs, “You should take it as a complement i want you so bad.”

That certainly has you pressing your thighs together and he grins before getting on top of you and kissing you once more. One of his hands slide up to your titties and play with them over the fabric of your dress while the other slides down to your core, rubbing you over your underwear. “Fuck you're so wet, all this for me?” “yes, just for you.” He laughs, “your tune as changed from the kitchen.”

He rubs over your clit and you throw your head back, “Shut up and touch me please.” he lets out another chuckle before taking his hand off your titties and bring it to move your underwear aside, “Anything for you.” He suddenly shoves two fingers into you and your hands grip his shoulders. “Fuck you’re so tight.” You can feel him wiggle and press his fingers against your walls. “cregan…” “I know i got you.” His pace is fast enough you are not whining but slow enough to where you are left aching all over. Your dress is far too tight. you are so hot you feel like you can’t breath. you arch your back and try to pull down the zipper on your back to take it off. You hear some mumbled curses from cregan before he reaches his free hand to your back and pulling it down. You let out a sigh of relief that is quickly followed by a loud moan as he plays with your clit with his thumb.

He pulls your dress down far enough with his free hand to free your breasts and lets out some more mumbled curses, admiring you with a shine in his eyes. “You are so gorgeous.” You don't respond. not that you could in your state. He leans down and takes one of your nipples in his mouth and rubs the other one with his hand.

The stimulation is too much for you to bear, your legs begin to shake which causes cregan to lift his mouth off you and look at you, “You gonna cum?” You nod your head, your eyes closed tight. “cum, fuck i wanna feel it cum.” He does not still even as his hand becomes drenched in your juices. He stops after awhile, letting you ride out your orgasm before he slowly pulls out his fingers, bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them.

He goes down to unbutton his jeans before there's a knock on his door. “cregan!”

an annoyed look dawns his face as he glares at the door, “What the fuck do you want jace?”

“Kit’s looking for her sister. want’s to tell her shes leaving. you know where she is.” You look at him alarmed and try to sit up but he just pushes you back down. “If i see her ill let her know.” there's some talking outside the door you can’t hear, its your sister and Jace. you hear footsteps fading before a key gets inserted in the lock and his head pops in. cregan lays the blanket over you to cover you.

“Jace i though i told you to fucking cover for me.” Jace just rolls his eyes, “I've been fucking doing it you dipshit, she got worried about her sister when i tried to take her back to mine.” you finally get a good look at him and you realize he's the guy that your sister was making out with on the couch. Cregan just shakes his head and rolls his eyes, “fine fine you leaving?” Jace nods and sends you a smile before you turn your head away embarrassed. “have fun.”

The door clicks with a lock and cregan tosses the blanket off you, “sorry about that.” “did you ask jace to hook up with my sister?” “don’t say it like that he actually likes her.”

he goes back to unbuttoning his jeans, “you still wanna continue?” You nod, reaching your hands over to pull him out of his pants. “You still need to make this worth it you know.”

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Write Me A Song || Piastri!Singer!Reader x Mark Webber

Summary: Yn's been spending a little too much time with her brother's mentor

Warnings: Talk about pregnancy and pre-eclampsia, yn is besties with taylor swift

Face claim: Isabel LaRosa

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ynpiastri It's giving son and father on the first school day, and I'm here for it... I'm in the paddock this weekend... If that wasn't obvious

aussiegrit It's pretty obvious

ynpiastri Nobody asked you, kangaroo

aussigrit You're Australian too...?

ynpiastri You've just gotten un-invited to my concert

aussiegrit Wow... What a loss

taylorswift Say hi to Nando from me 😘

ynpiastri Will do, baby ✨

user Never beating the taylor x nando allegations

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aussiegrit Showed up anyways

ynpiastri You know, un-invited, means not invited, right?

aussiegrit Does it look like i give a rats ass?

ynpiastri Kangaroo

user Can we just talk about how two of the pictures he took is where you see pretty much EVERYTHING?

user Man's got a crush

user Imagine that though ��� Mark Webber having a crush on his protégé's older sister

user Right out of a fanfic

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ynpiastri Some much needed summer vacation

user Can we just talk about why yn's at a grill party where mark is half naked??

ynpiastri Oscar was there too

user But you took a picture of mark HALF NAKED

ynpiastri Oscar's in the picture too... The person to the left wearing a black shirt

oscarpiastri Mom's trying to call you

ynpiastri I know... I'm watching it ring

aussiegrit Is that photo absolutely necessary?

ynpiastri I don't know what you're talking about

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ynpiastri Took home a stray after yesterday's concert (jk. he's a friend)

oscarpiastri You have friends?

ynpiastri Man, don't even talk. You only have Lily and Lando

oscarpiastri ... And mom

user A friend you say? Kinda look like webber if you ask me

user Mark and yn are friends?

user But why would she take him home with her?

user You got me there

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aussiegrit Who ever said it was a good idea to date someone younger is lying

ynpiastri @/oscarpiastri You knew about this shit?

oscarpiastri I knew he was dating someone, just not who

user Guys, yn's so confused, i don't think it's her

user Could be a bluff, though

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ynpiastri I love you @/taylorswift, and thank you to the person who took that photo of me and my boyfriend

oscarpiastri Boyfriend?

ynpiastri You're not the only one in a stable relationship

taylorswift I love you too, mami 🎀

user We need to find the person who took that photo so they can tell us who he is

ynpiastri Jokes on you, they promised not to say anything 😉

user Damn it...

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ynpiastri Early mornings are the best

user This is actually so cute 😭

user I keep my ground. Man looks like @/aussiegrit

aussiegrit Fuck you mean? I woke you up at 10 am once, and you called me a whore and kicked me out of your room because it was 'too early'

ynpiastri You are a whore

user 💀

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ynpiastri We've decided to reveal our relationship when I give birth in about 5 months time

oscarpiastri THIS is how i find out you're pregnant?

ynpiastri Well, if you would actually pick up your phone

user Mother is pregnant?!?!

taylorswift I'M GONNA BE AN AUNTIE YALL

ynpiastri Jeez, you're more excited about me being pregnant than I am

taylorswift I'm gonna be the best aunt there is. Watch me

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ynpiastri Early in my pregnancy, I got pre-eclampsia and my doctor told me to stay in bed. It gave me time to write more songs, so I wrote this just for you, my kangaroo.

I know you'll be a great father for our little kangaroo

user Mother, you can not get me to cry like that 😭

ynpiastri Sorry, love ❤️

oscarpiastri I don't care what @/taylorswift says, he's my nephew

taylorswift If he was my nephew, he'd have bad blood

ynpiastri You just couldn't help yourself, could you?

taylorswift 🎀

aussiegrit I love you, darling

ynpiastri I love you too, kangaroo

user Honestly, nobody is surprised it's Mark

user What IS surprising, is that mark now have a kid

user And yn as well. We're not lying when we call her mommy anymore

[cameronspecial]

OMGGG, I woke up today and thought of smth. It's gonna take forever to make if you do make this, but..

Drew starkey and Y/N, they meet at a fancy restaurant like this GIF

And Y/N thinks he's cute and she's like there waiter or smth and Drew is out for dinner w the cast to celebrate season 4 starting and she's just like really smiley or smth, anywaysss. They get eachothers numbers and talk a bit later that night and she finds out he's a Actor and he played in OBX and what not so she starts watching it and they eventually get tg after more talking. IDK, I WANT IT TO BE LONG LOWKEY, OR CHAPTERS OF THEM MEETING AND TALKING, HE FINDS OUT SOME HOW THAT SHE STARTED WATCHING OBX OR A MOVIE HE PLAYED IN AND SHES ALL BLUSHING AND EMBARRASSED, IDK ITS SM TO ASK- PLSSSS PLSSSS PLSSSSSSSSS PLEASEEEEE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

-Autumn

That's Him?!

Pairing: Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Masterlist

Y/N has been texting Drew all day. She shouldn’t have slipped him her number last night, but he was too good of the match not to take the chance to get to know him better. The table he had sat at was big, filled with, who she assumed were, his co-workers. They were all polite and respectful, helping make her job easy by being patient and stacking their plates when they were done, yet he stood out to her even in the sea of faces. He was attractive, no doubt, and always caught her attention with the most charming smile. He would joke and try to make polite conversation as she served his table. So once the time for them to close their cheque came, she took the opportunity to write her number down on his receipt. It turns out, the feeling is mutual. 

I swear I didn’t know that Nair was a hair removal product. Logan didn’t believe me though. She giggles at his recounting of when he accidentally caused his brother to go bald, not noticing her sister’s arrival in the living room. 

The shift in the couch beside her causes Y/N to turn her sister. “Are you still texting that guy from last night?” Via inquires. Y/N bites her bottom lip to hide her smile, “Yeah. He’s really sweet.” “Well, hopefully, this turns into something more because you need to get laid. Anyways, I’m going to watch my show down here.” The older sister doesn’t say anything as her sibling picks up the remote and switches it to Netflix. 

Y/N continues her conversation with Drew, letting the show on the TV drown out in the background until a familiar voice sounds throughout the room. Her eyes flick up to the large screen and back down to her phone. She recognizes the buzz head and can’t believe his presence. She also doesn’t know why she never thought about asking him where he works. “That’s him?!” she yells, pointing at the screen. Via looks at her sister like she has grown two heads, “What are you talking about?”

“That’s Drew. That’s who I met yesterday and have been talking to.”

“Hold on, you are telling me that the Drew you have been talking to is Drew Starkey.”

“I guess.”

Via pauses the show and pulls out her phone. Her sister waits patiently as her sister types something in. The phone is turned in her direction and she looks at the various pictures of her new friend on the screen. “Yeah, that’s definitely him.”

———

After a few weeks of texting, Y/N and Drew finally set a date on their calendar. His hand rests on her lower back, leading her while the hostess shows them to their table. She sits across from him with a massive grin. His hand rests in the middle of the table and she reaches out to place her hand on his, almost knocking down her empty wine glass if it isn’t for his quick reflex. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “I guess I’m still feeling a little Kooky.” Her eyes glance towards his face to see if he reacts to her teasing. His face remains stoic as he tries to figure out if she used the word for the reason he thinks she did. She recognizes his attempt and pushes it even more by going over the menu. 

“I wonder if they have any fish. I’m in the mood for menhaden or as it is otherwise known as pogue.” 

Certain that the jig is now up, he sets his menu down to give her his full attention. “So you know?” he confirms. She nods, “Yes, I found out a few weeks ago when my sister was watching the show in the living room. How come you didn’t tell me?” He sighs, playing with the hoop in his ear. “I didn’t want you to treat me differently. Or for you to be scared of entering a relationship with me because I travel a lot for work and sometimes get followed by a crowd of fans.”

 She gives his hand a soft squeeze. “I understand why you would fear those things, but I promise you don’t have anything to worry about. You are still plain old Drew to me and I have a thick skin from being a waitress, I think I can handle a few teenage girls.” 

He gives her a thankful smile and holds his hand up to her, “Why don’t we start over? I’m Drew Starkey. I act for a living and I think you are the most beautiful girl I have seen. I would love it if you would go on a date with me. She giggles and takes his hand. “Nice to meet you, Drew. I’m Y/N. I wait tables and I would love to go on a date with you.” 

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[mouseymilkovich]

hi mousey!! I was wondering if I could request a richie x fem reader one shot or blurb !!

the reader is Syd’s best friend ( or maybe sister ) and she comes into the beef, and bumps into richie outside when he has a smoke break, not realizing her works there her and richie start talking and like flirting, and after she tells Syd about this hot guy she meet that asked her out, and they start dating. Also richie is at work boasting about how he got like a new girlfriend and all that, then one day she visits Syd at work for something and the dots are connecting and everyone kinda thinks it’s funny and are in disbelief, while Syd is just in pure shock !!

maybe with a sprinkle of age gap richie !! 💞💞

anon my dear i'm taking a tiny bit of creative license, since speechless is about syd's best friend, and syd talks about being an only child, i'm gonna go ahead and make it syd's STEP-SISTER (i hope that's okay!!)

Content Tags: Reader hints at having slept with married men lmao

It wasn't unlike you to flirt with older men— fuckin' sue you, you searched for the affection your father never gave you, a lot of other girls did it too. Even if your stepfather somewhat filled that hole in your life, it was never quite enough.

You'd just stopped by to see Sydney, your beloved stepsister, at her new job... and have some lunch. After you slipped out the door, you noticed a man smoking in the alley— a really attractive man, at that.

"You got a light? I forgot mine." You hummed casually as you sidled up beside him.

He took out a lighter from the pocket of his leather jacket. “Here ya go, sweetheart— sorry, I don’t mean anythin’ by that—“ “Oh, it’s okay if you did mean something by that.” You flirted with a little grin as you lit up a cigarette. You introduced yourself to him, that grin still planted on your lips.

“Name’s Richie. You’re certainly bold, huh?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, when I see a cute guy I like.” You giggled.

You conversed for a bit over cigarettes, you kept flirting, he flirted back, and you eventually were asked on a date. And that made you absolutely giddy. He was cute, charming, and interesting.

┈

That night, when Sydney came home, you decided to tell her all about what happened.

“Seriously, Syd, this might become something serious.” You said happily to her, giggling a bit in delight.

“You’ve said that before.” She commented.

“This one is different! Super charming.” You insisted— well, that was sort of true, Richie was different than most of the guys you went after. For one, he wasn’t married.

Sydney rolled her eyes, but laughed softly. “Okay, if you say so.”

“He asked me out on an actual date, Syd!” You insisted. “We’re going out Friday night.”

“Oh? Actually? Wow.” She sounded so genuinely surprised, which baffled you, had you really gone through such shitty men? Apparently so.

Still, you ever anticipated your date with Richie.

┈

The next day, when Sydney went to work, she overheard Richie telling Carmy about this “charming young lady” he was taking out on a date on Friday. Surely that was a coincidence… surely.

“Met ‘er yesterday, cousin, but I tell ya, I’m feelin’ real good about this thing.”

Yesterday?

Suddenly, Sydney’s eyes widened. No, no. There was no way.

“Chef?” Carmy asked, looking over at her and waving his hand. “You good?”

Sydney blinked a few times before she came back to reality. Then, she approached Richie, harshly poking her finger into his chest. “You fuckin’ hurt her, I swear to fucking—“

“The fuck are you talkin’ about?” Richie asked, throwing his hands up in defense.

“That’s my step-sister you’re going out with, you fucking old prick!” Sydney yelled in his face. “She’s been hurt before, and I swear to fucking—“

“Okay, okay, cool down!” Carmy said, putting himself between them. “Richie, step the fuck out, Syd, let’s talk.”

[caxde]

uncertainty | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you are Dustin’s older sister, and you have developed a very confussing attraction to your brother and friend's fiend, Eddie. (3.4k),

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read! 

this is based on this lovely ask <3 thank you for the request!

“I’m leaving in five!” You screamed up at the staircase, as you heard the hurried steps of your little brother rushing around. 

“I’ll need seven!” He shouts back, voice high in pitch. 

“Now you have four, hurry up!” You plead from downstairs, with a short laugh that escaped your lips as you could picture your little brother going absolutely insane, having overslept once again. 

“Shit, shit. Okay!” 

“Language!” You yelled as you went over the little drawer that held your car and house keys, turning around to pick up your favourite washed up brown leather jacket. Even if your mom kept babbling away about how it wasn’t really that warm, you debated the opposite, having worn it for the last 6 months. Either way it doesn’t really matter what she thinks, she’s not here to tell you anything. 

As you opened the front door you squint your eyes at the bright January sun, it was cold, but once you stood up and the light hitted you, it felt as if you were begging to warm up, waking up with the earth, in a weird poetic way. 

“Thought you were in a hurry.” Dustin teased at you as he looked up at you. 

“I am, come on.” You told him as you teased him back, pushing him a bit so he actually hurries up. “You know, if you actually went to bed when you should” You start saying as you start the car. 

“Oh come on!” He replayed in annoyance. “I did go to bed, you know?” 

“Yeah, at four in the morning!” You yelled back at him, feeling how truely tired you were. “And you know I end up incredibly tired when I have to go to The Hideout and help out Dust…” You try to make him understand. 

“You didn’t sleep?” He asks back, worry on his voice. 

“I did, just…” You looked back at his little brown eyes, true compassion for you, you knew he felt bad now. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just, if you’re talking to Suzie keep your voice low okay big guy?” Your voice calms now, feeling bad for having yelled at him. 

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” He replayed softly as he looked down at his feet. 

The car ride stayed silent. 

As you parked the car and got out to help him as you always had, grabbing his backpack for him, and giving him a side hug you smiled at him. 

“Sorry for yelling.” He nodded and started to look out for his friends. “Pick up at five?” 

“Yeah.” He said as he started to leave. You nodded at him as he left. 

You were tired, but you didn’t actually regret helping out at The Hideout, if anything, John was doing you a favour. It was proving to be rather tricky to find another job, since you decided you would rather be full time anywhere else than half time in Family Video, though you missed hanging out with Steve so much, you kept hope. 

And anyways, yesterday ended up being a good night. 

A very good night. 

Might be the fact that he tips had run high, or that John asked you to come again today, or maybe, and if we’re being sincere, it was because Eddie had come over. Granted, it hadn’t been only him, but it didn’t matter, not if you could only see him. 

And maybe it was because your friends had waited for you to finish your shift, and had made it bearable, but again, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew it had been his soft I always like seeing you that had made the night better. 

-

“You shouldn’t trust it.” Robin mocked you once again. 

“She’s got a point.” Steve continued. 

“Oh fuck off you two.” You added, still smiling at them as you did. 

“I’m just saying… I mean, you have a massive, incredible, planet sized crush on the dude, so you should know, like make it so important.” She tried to rationalize with you as her hands flew through the hair as she was talking, which only made Steve laugh even more. 

“Like you have on Vickie?” You tried to tease her back. 

“Hey! Not fair, we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.” She sentenced, as she threw the old kitchen rag at you as you all laughed again. 

“Oh come on, pick on Steve and his crush on Nancy!” You plead as she turned again looking back at him. 

“That was uncalled for.” He said under his breath. 

“Just stating the obvious.” You pointed as you turned around to your oven. 

As the rambling and teasing continued you checked the time once again. You weren’t that late, and still, you always felt anxious you would be. 

Saturday dinners were the only thing that had remained constant through the years, regardless of what was going on, you always found time to see each other, either for a quick sandwich or a full course dinner. 

So it felt nice to see them in your house, teasing you, as they cooked the pizzas from scratch you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of them, remembering how hellish last year had been. 

Your thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell. 

“Is it Dustin?” Robin asked as her head moved to look at you. 

“No, Dust is staying at the Wheelers.” You replayed with uncertainty in your voice. “Were you expecting someone?” You ask, looking at Steve, and you see how the corners of his lips start to curl upwards. 

“I might have invited Munson over…” A smirk appears on his face, and on yours embarrassed rosy cheeks appear.

-

The warm vapor of the tiny dishwasher hits your face, making it hard to breathe for just a second before you step back and let your hands wash the steam off your face. You take a deep breath, it’s only one more hour until close time, and then you would be free to go back home, back to your bed, and if you're honest, back to overthinking. Thankfully, The Hideout was emptying, and as usual, everyone that left said goodbye to you, and you tried to remain cheerful and respond to every one by name. 

“Henderson, we might go too.” Steve yells over the music. As you nod to him you head on to his direction, so you can actually hug him goodbye. 

“We would stay but… It’s getting pretty late, we’re sorry.” Robin adds as she hugs you too. 

“I get it, it’s alright don’t worry.” You replay as you look at both of them, smiling gratefully that they have stayed this long. 

“Actually, I think I’ll stay.” His voice fills you up, low and deep, raspy making your skin tingle. “If you don’t mind.” 

“ ‘Course not.” You add, trying to not sound as nervous as you feel looking at him, his brown eyes locked onto you. 

“O-key then.” Steve adds with a hidden laugh. “See you tomorrow?” You nod as they leave. 

You can’t help but smile as you head back into the bar, feeling his stare onto you, and not only that, but his shy smile too. 

Without even asking, you serve him another beer and he takes it, taking a sip while his eyes shine at you. A quick glance at the clock lets you know that it is now acceptable for you to start cleaning up, letting the couple tables that are still finishing their drinks know that you want to leave, and they seem to get the message once they get up a few moments later. They pay you what they owe you and leave slowly. 

You take your time to actually close the register, and once you look up, you see the long haired boy returning with the tray of empty glasses and bottles. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say in a soft whisper, feeling how your cheeks warm up as you do so. 

“I know, but you look exhausted, so…” He tilts his head as he looks down at you. “You go sit, and I’ll clean up a bit, okay?” He continues as he starts to clean the glasses and throws away the empty beer bottles. You smile as you circle back to where he was, and he smirks as he watches you do so. 

You let your body rest, for the second that it does so, you feel the tiredness catching up to you. 

It feels weird, not in a bad sense to have someone taking care of you in that way. Not by anyone, but him. Focused into doing what he has seen you do a thousand times, he even pours you a beer so you can actually relax, but to be honest with yourself, it’s not the alcohol that makes you feel fazed, but him looking at you from time to time as he gives you small smirks and giggles every time your eyes meet. You feel your whole body warming up as he does so, feeling absolutely enamored by the littlest things he does, even the way he pushes his hair away from his face makes you melt a little bit. And still, it just confuses you more and more. 

Conflicted might be a good definition. 

You are aware that you’ve fallen for him, not ashamed of it, you don’t really care if he knows, but you are scared to find out if he feels the same way about you. You can’t help but let your mind wonder, does he? Does he get as fidgety as you do when you walk into a room? Does he daydream about you in the same way that you’ve caught yourself doing so many times? Does he wish that someday your body is pressed against his as desperately as he does every time your hands meet for just a moment? Does he wonder how your lips taste? 

“You okay, love?” He asks. Once you look up to him you feel your thoughts stop all of a sudden, mesmerized by the way his eyes shine at you. It lingers in your brain. lovelovelove. How can someone look so angelic while saying such a silly word, you are not sure. 

“Yeah, I..-” You can’t find any words to continue, his hand had found its way to a wisp of hair that had fallen out of place, and even if his touch wasn’t cold, his silver rings froze at the contact with your cheek as he placed it behind your ear, were it originally was. 

It truly felt like time had frozen, no words invaded that space. For only a second, it felt like your body was weightless, it felt like if you’d cease to exist, you’d be okay doing so with this being your last memory. His eyes shining only for you, locked intensely with yours, it truly doesn't matter what would happen next if you could just remain frozen in this moment. 

But alas, that was just a wish, and time continued to pass. His touch left your skin burning, and both of your faces looked at the ground, trying to understand what that little buzzing you felt was. 

As the night advanced, the little bar was clean, and you were ready to leave, though sad might not be the best way to describe what you felt, it surely came close, feeling so calm next to him, you dreaded being separated again, still not knowing if everything you felt was unilateral. 

You closed the lights, he turned the music off, and even in shadow, his body was as defined as ever, you’d know who it was in any circumstance you noted. What you didn’t seem to see, was how his eyes could not strip away from you, or how his hands longed to touch the skin on your waist for once.

So, as you closed the back door, and flipped back to look at him, he laid it there, with the excuse of making sure you wouldn’t fall given that the floor had begun to freeze over the night. And maybe because you were so focused on the way your heart was beating fast, hard and loud, you didn’t feel that he did the same. 

“Shit.” You murmured as you looked back to the parking lot. 

“What?” He responded, his hand still resting on your back. 

“Steve drove me here! I forgot… I… Shit I guess I’ll just walk-” 

“Fuck off, I’m driving you come on.” He added as he cut you and your rumbling. 

“Edds, I live the opposite way of you…” You whisper once again, making him turn around to look at you, his breath falling onto you, watching it as the cold exposes it. 

“And I don’t care. It’s cold and you get sick easily, you're exhausted and I like being with you, so…” He begins to walk to his van, his hand finally leaving your back, only to open the car door for you. 

-

ilikebeingwithyou

it stays with you, even if it is on the back of your mind, it stays there. 

Even when you had to wait for the van to get warm enough so the engine could start, even when the music was loud and all you did was giggle as he screamed loudly the lyrics of whatever was playing in the background. 

It didn’t matter now, the van was parked and the music had stopped, and his body had turned slowly so he could look at you once again. 

And again, that weird feeling invaded the air, an electricity that seemed to pull you to him stronger and stronger. 

A flashing thought, an image of what could be, if you actually had the nerve to let your hand get lost on the back of his neck to pull him closer to you so that maybe your lips could touch his cheek in a thank you gesture, even if you don’t. 

But he does something that seems to be just as stupid. His hand finds rest on your upper thigh. 

And your eyes look at his rings in an attempt to distract yourself. 

“Thank you…” Your voice comes out soft, and slow as your eyes travel up to him. Slowly. 

“You… yeah. You’re welcome.” He’s becoming flustered now, his words tangling as he readies for you to leave, but you can’t seem to go yet. 

“What?” You asked as you smiled at him, a tired comfortable smile. 

“Nothing. I just like being with you. You make it all better I guess.” 

Your wordless. As your cheeks get warm and your lips curl upwards, your face looks through the windshield astonished at his words. 

“Do you wanna…?” 

He nods as he opens his door, rushing to yours. 

-

3 am

Time had seemed to pass quickly as you too shared the downstairs couch, at times in comfortable silence, most of the time in unimportant conversations, much preoccupied by what your heart and body was feeling. The warmth his body emanate, now wearing only a black distressed old T-shirt, that let his arm tattoos show, not only that but his muscles seem to flex from time to time, and if you hadn’t been so distracted by his charming simple while he teased you you’d realized that they did so every time your body moved closer to him, in a nervous reflex. 

Deep down you know, even if you’re not aware of it just yet, that this might be as intimate as you’ve ever been with anyone. Sex and physical intimacy had nothing against this, seeing him giggle as you talk deep into the night, whipping tears of laughter away from his eyes, as his hand rested once again on your thigh. 

Might be the late hour of the night, the dizziness from the lack of sleep or the tipsy thoughts that the beers that you had downed, but you meet his touch, lazily stroking his fingers with your hand, playing with his cold rings. When you are not looking, he lets himself be truly mesmerized by you. 

“You seem like you want to say something.” He says, voice low and soft, because let’s face it, it would be ridiculous to speak aloud when it’s only the two of you in your empty house. You feel as his face softens when your eyes look back at him. 

“I do.” 

“Then say what you need…” He encourages, slowly. 

“I’m embarrassed, actually.” You confess in a soft smile, letting your head rest on the back of the couch. His body scooches closer. 

“Oh, come on… Please, love?” lovelovelove. He knows what this stupid pet name makes you feel, you’re sure of it. 

“You confuse me. A lot.” You finally say to him, your eyes darting around his face, as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his unoccupied hand goes to his head, as his arm rests on the same back of the couch. 

“I confuse you?” He repeats in disbelief, almost sounds as he is teasing you. 

“Yeah, you do.” You admit, your fingers playing anxiously now as your sight avoids him and is instead focused on his rings. 

“Well, then… Ask.” He says confident, approaching you even more. Your body in his direction, knees touching, the grip that he has on your thigh grows deeper. 

“What?” 

“Whatever you wanna know.” 

You take a deep breath, as your hands whip your face, preparing you for the embarrassment that you most certainly will feel after you finally open up to him. 

“Do… Um…Do you like me?” 

“Wha- What?” He sounds shocked, and your face becomes red. 

“Forget it, please…” You say, a pleading look on your face as you look back at him. His face, while it is still soft, is focused on you, his eyes that are usually brown appear black as his iris has invaded the whole space, though that happens every time he looks at you, you hadn’t realized until now. 

“No, please… I… What do you mean?” 

“Shit, okay.” You breathe in, deeply, deciding for one to be brave for once, and to accept rejection if it comes to that. “I like you Eddie. I really do. Not because you are good-looking and all that physical nonsense, but because you make life brighter… I… Fuck… I’m sorry I just… I really like you and I just don’t know if this feeling goes both ways.” You admit, all in one breath, darting between his eyes, his lips parted halfway and your hands that are now under his grip, a warm touch, a spark or maybe a tingle on them. 

“You do?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes Eddie…” You admit, embarrassed and frustrated. “If you’re gonna make fun of me just… forget it okay?”

“Love.” He stops you from continuing rambling. “Why do you think I call you that?” You look back at him, shocked now. “I am in love with you. I don’t just like you. I love everything you do. The way you care so deeply about everyone, and how you would give everything you have to give to someone else just so they’re okay. I love how you look when you’re exhausted, ‘cause you get that cute smile trying to make it not obvious. I love when you get flustered, and I love when you let me take care of you ‘cause that’s all I wanna do… I…” You’re both smiling so bright it feels like you’ve just discovered what colour means. “Can I just… Can I just kiss you?” He says as his hand finally leaves his head, to approach your face. 

“Please.” You say in return. Begging to finally feel his lips onto yours. 

His fingers tuck away your hair behind your ear, letting them rest on the back of your neck. The other one remains on your leg, his hand deepens the grip that it had on it, a soft moan only from that is already escaping your mouth. He comes closer as you both close your eyes, seeing him smile before you do so. And as soon as his lips finally meet, your fingers intertwined with his, as the kiss deepens and it all feels exactly as you wished it did, soft, deep, careful at first, needy in the end. It feels like you’re both air at the other was drowning. It is sweet, and it doesn’t stop.  And it won’t stop for as long as you’re together, you finally feel as though you got your answer. He doesn’t like you, he loves you, and you can’t wait to love him back.

[notesfromthepalace]

Don't Be Jenny from the BLOCK!

No tea no shade to Jen, that's my sister, I LOVE HER!

When I say "don't be Jenny from the block" - what I am referring to is dating someone from your neighborhood, your town, you high school, and if you've glowed up after college, I would say extend that to anyone you've met before the age of 23.

In the words of Joseline Hernandez (I'll explain why I love her in another post), don't be a "$2 hoe".

I repeat, DON'T BE A $2 HOE!

Now, let's get into some things.

You today, in your mid 20s, should be the best version of yourself:

The finest

Prettiest

Skin Glowing

Hair always done

Nails done

Just That Girl, Okay?!

Whether I am being casual or saditty, I am That Girl, ten toes down.

Do you know why I choose to show up as That Girl no matter what?

Because I remember when I was this girl:

Now, to be clear I have had NO cosmetic procedures. I just grew up, slimmed down, filled up in the right spots, figured out what to do with my hair and skin care, etc. There's really nothing wrong with me in the above photo except for how I felt about myself. I thought I was ugly so my confidence was low, and I did not think I was deserving of love or the finer things in life.

Naturally, the guys around me treated me how I felt about myself.

But when I believed that I was all that and a bag of chips, I definitely gave that in my aura and appearance, but I still entertained a childhood love. I don't doubt that he loved me but he treated me as the girl in the green dress and would get annoyed when I demanded better.

But you know what, it's not his fault. He was treating me like the $2 Hoe he meant in the sixth grade - and not because I was actually a $2 hoe, but when I use that term, I mean a person who feels like they are less then.

If he had met me today, he probably would have admired me from a distance because he would've knew he could not provide what I require. But because he met me in another life chilllllle, he thought yesterday's price was today's price, but it wasn't - hints why I finally dumped him.

Every person I met after the age of 23 is completely different from people I met in my adolescent years. This isn't tea or shade to my close girlfriends, but as you get older and your values change, you realize that the conversations you are having in new circles feels more natural because the older conversations are beneath you.

This whole $2 hoe thing applies not only to dating, but your friends and the conversations you entertain as well - it's like a frequency you admit, a low vibrational frequency.

For example: I have friends who still "roster date" - meaning they have a routine/rotation of men that they go out with - which is their prerogative. I am a happily monogamous woman who is on her way to engagement and soon there after, marriage.

mon amour

There are conversations that I don't want to have anymore. I don't want to hear how you feel played by the man you knew was married, or how John and Joe found out about each other, etc.

The conversations now should be about investing, skin care regiments and medical spa recommendations, marriage, children, family, whether to be a stay at home mom or to pursue careers, and how to go about being mothers, wives and financially comfortable, how to support our future husbands: these are the conversations that peak my interest.

I left the block about five years ago. Once in a blue, I go back home to visit family and get my hair done, but I don't make a big deal or announcement about my arrival because I am not trying to invite the rift raft that comes with it.

The block is no longer my Ohana.

I have created my own.

Sometimes leaving home and cutting off old friends and leaving romances from our early years sounds scary, but my dear, you will not regret it.

Now, my girlfriends that I have known for over 10+ years know I'm not talking about them because we all still talk. But is there some distance between some of my old girlfriends and I?

Absolutely.

And that's okay. You're real friends will understand that because we're all growing and changing. It's called evolution.

Evolve

Grow

Be that girl.

And if someone tries to make you feel bad for that, especially a man: unfollow, block, throw away everything that person gave to you, sever the soul tie.

As always ladies,

God is King

Be beautiful.

With love,

Sarah Chanel

[zoeykallus]

Hey I love you’re writing and I wanted to ask you to write an bad batch and captain Rex/commander wolffe x reader about how they would comfort me if they were here

Yesterday was my birthday and my cousin who is my best friend and honestly sister and I had an argument 3 months ago and don’t really talk anymore She’s cold towards me and passive aggressive I think that I was right in our argument because she knows how this passivity topic triggers me and as I tried to calm my self she kept pushing on THAT particular topic and about my worst trauma and phase in my life my grandparents were there too and said that I should have said that she was right (bc she’s older) my parents think so too as well as my other cousin everyone tries too guilt trip me and I feel horrible She was my favourite person in the world and the only person I trusted I feel like shit and I am crying since hours She is always right and so perfect in everyone’s eyes I am not jealous bc I love her but I think that I deserve an apology but indeed she’s furious at me I really need some comfort and I would be really greatfull if you could write about this

Let me see what I can do for you 😊 And a very happy belated birthday! I'm sorry your special day was overshadowed with this.

Bad Batch/Rex Wolffe x Reader HCs - Comforting You

Strong Language (Crosshair 🤷🏻‍♀️)

___________________

Hunter

He's gentle, he's patient and a strong shoulder to lean on. Of course, he is on your side, always having your back. Softly talking to you, caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you"

Pulling you close and holding you softly, waiting for you to slowly calm down in his warm embrace, Hunter has all the time in the world for you, especially when you feel down like this.

"Things will be alright, somehow. We'll find a way to solve this problem for the better"

He has a talent to make you believe everything, to make you feel better.

Echo

He's softly cleaning your tear-stained face with a tissue.

"Oh I see", he says softly, "There is more where that came from", and dabs away a few more new tears, rolling over your face.

Echo takes his time to be soft with you, cuddle and hug you, reassure you that things will be okay.

"Take a deep breath, my love"

He calms you down with soft words in his deep voice and holds you tight. Echo has probably cooked you a hearty soup. He's a damn good cook, and enjoying his divine cooking is a pick-me-up in itself.

Wrecker

Softly stroking soothing circles on your back, he is holding you in his strong arms.

"My sweet love", he coos, "You're gonna be fine. I'm right here for ya"

Wrecker is such a big, strong guy, but his sweet and loving heart is super soft for you. He will hold you for hours, talk to you, listen to every worry of yours.

He will never lose patience, never be annoyed. Wrecker is there for you, taking you seriously, trying his absolute best to tend to all your concerns and needs.

He will probably try to cheer you up with little jokes after a while or tickling you.

Tech

Of course, he's trying to analyze the situation, to find a logical approach. But, before that, he tends to your comfort. Tech is empathetic, not just logical.

Softly holding you, he systematically massages certain pressure points to ease your overall tension. And damn he is good at that! You'll soon be wax in his hands. Tech's long, dexterous fingers are downright magical.

Hanging in his arms, softly sighing, hoping his massages will never end, you hear him say, "Now love, let's think this through and find a way to approach your problem and fix this"

Crosshair

He's looking at you critically. Well, when is he not looking somber or critically? That look is not about you, but about the situation you're in. Crosshair hates to see you like this, it makes him feel down, too.

"Fuck them", he growls.

Your brows furrowed critically, you shoot him a look and say, "It's not that simple"

Crosshair sighs and rolls his eyes but pulls you close into a hug.

"Okay. Tell me what you need"

Be open about it, tell him what he can do to make you feel better, he will provide everything he can, hugs, cuddles, kisses, sweet words, you name it.

Rex

He's running you a bath. Hot water, some nice scent and a massage to lose the tension and help you take a breather.

"Take a deep breath, sit back and try to relax for a moment. Clear your head", he says softly, washing you with a soft sponge.

Rex is taking his time to comfort and spoil you, hoping to give your mind some ease.

"We'll find a solution, you'll see, my love"

Let yourself fall, it's okay, he's got you in every way you need him to. May it be reassuring words, a soft touch, snuggling up with him or get things off your chest, Rex is there to help. He wants nothing more than to make you feel better.

Wolffe

He is listening to you, holding you softly, leaned back on your bed. Wolffe listens closely, while leaving a soft kiss on your skin now and then, caressing you to sooth you.

"I understand why that's bothering you", he says gently, "Would bother me too"

Snuggled to his side, held in his strong arms, you slowly calm down.

"We'll find a way to solve this problem. Maybe you should try and get some sleep and tomorrow we'll talk through some ideas of how to fix this", he proposes.

"I don't know if I can sleep"

Kissing your temple, he says, "Would it help if we stayed snuggled up?"

"It might"

With a soft smile, he pulls you a little closer, pulling the blanket over both of you.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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Jojo's Bizarre Playdate Part 1

(Helloooooo! to just a note that this story will in no means be exactly like part three, I haven't watched all of it yet [I still haven't seen Iggy yet, just as an example] so please don't expect everything to be accurate! TwT [also this hasn't been revised yet so if it sounds rough, I apologize, I just wanted to get it out so you guys didn't have to keep waiting! TwT])

Littles:

Jotaro- 4-5

kakyoin- 3-4

Polnareff- 6-ish??

Dio: 1-7 (biggggg range)

Caregivers: 

Joseph, Avdol , Holly

(that's all for right now!)

[story begins below]

As they waited at the airport, Holly explained to Jotaro why Joseph was coming to visit, "his grandfather's brother would like to have a playdate with you, doesn't that sound nice Jotaro?" Jotaro swings his feet back and forth as he stares out the window, watching the airplanes land and take off. "Wouldn't that make him an older man then Gigi?" Holly sighs and hugs Jotaro's arm. "Jojo you know it's ok if you want to regress here, it's completely fine!" Jotaro plants his feet on the ground and covers his face with the brim of his hat, "heck no, that's embarrassing.." Holly smiles, "aw Jojo, mama doesn't care when you regress! and as for Dio, let's just say he never ages, he's kind of a vampire, isn't that neat?" Jotaro's face turns bright red as he tries to pull the brim of his hat further down, "m-more like creepy- a-and would u stop with de talk? it's stupid." Holly giggles and pats Jotaro's arm that she's still holding onto, "ok!"

After awhile of waiting, Jotaro starts to get restless, and so he huffs. "I know baby, but he should be here soon!" before Jotaro could comment on the nickname his mother used, there's a loud booming voice from across the airport "HOLLYYYYYY!" holly stands up and runs after the voice "papaaaa!" Joseph hugs Holly, lifting her into the air and quickly putting her back down. "and how is my little grandson?" Joseph goes over to jotaro and pats his head, "m' fine.." Joseph chuckles before backing up, "Well, I have a friend I'd like you to meet Jotaro." Avdol walks over to Jotaro, "It's very nice to meet you Jotaro, I've heard a lot about you" Avdol gives Jotaro a warm smile. The slightly regressed teen stands up, "w-well- I still have to go to school today- b-before we leave"Holly tilts her head, "oh? you've haven't been set on going to school in awhile Jojo.." Jotaro turns away, "y-yeah well I'm going today.." and with that, the group walks off.

So, once they get home, Jotaro starts getting ready for school, "Jotaro are you sure you want to go to school today? you where really close to re-" "yeah. now shut it." Holly smiles, "ok!" Holly gives Jotaro a kiss on the cheek before he leaves the house. It doesn't take long for a swarm of girls to follow behind Jotaro. "jotaro! you look so handsome today!" "hey don't say that to him! he's MINE!" "no way, he looked at me yesterday at lunch!" "he did not! we was looking at ME!" "no me!" "no-" Jotaro turns to face them "WOULD YOU ALL SHUT THE HELL UP?!?" the girls stop for a split second before awing "ooooh he said that to me!" "no me!" jotaro turns back around "yare yare.." Jotaro manages to take enough turns that he looses the group of women long enough to rest. but before he could catch his breath, a young man bumps into him. "oh- I'm so sorry!" Jotaro sighs, "it's fine- just watch where you're going.." Jotaro studies the man, a red head? huh, that's interesting.. as the young man walks away, Jotaro notices something on the ground. Jotaro picks it up, upon further inspection,  he finds it's a pacifier, green with little red cherries on it. 

Jotaro runs over to the man who he assumed dropped it. "Hey! is this your's?" the red head looks at the pacifier before blushing, "n-no- uh- that's my baby sisters! m-must have brought it with me on accident!" he quickly snatches it out of Jotaro's hand. "that's way to big to be a baby's pacifier." the man looks away, "I-I-" Jotaro reaches into the pocket of his jacket, "hey, it's ok, I have one too" Jotaro slowly pulls out his own pacifier before putting it in his mouth "u don' gotta be so nervous bout' it.." the man looks back at Jotaro, "y-you regress to?" Jotaro huffs "nooo I jus' keep a pacifier in my pocket cause it gives me good luck, wat do u think??" the man chuckles, "yeah- sorry-" he puts his own pacifier into his mouth. Jotaro looks at him, "so do u gotta name?" the man nods, "ya, is Noriaki Kakyoin, bu' u can call me Nori if u wan'" Jotaro takes kakyoin's hand "Ok Nori, my name's Jotaro.. b-but u can call me Jojo, if u wanna" kakyoin giggles, "oki jojo!" Jotaro thinks for awhile, "u wanna go to my house an' do stuff?" Kakyoin shakes his head, "we gots ta go to school Jojo!" Jotaro nods slowly, "ya but I got goldfish at my house" Kakyoin gasps, "goldfishes?!? ya ya les go!" and so both littles go back to jotaro's house.

Once Jotaro's back home, he shows Kakyoin the inside of his house, "woah, ur house so cool!" "dank u.." Holly enters the room the littles are in "Jojo? I thought you said you where goi- awww, who's the little friend you brought?" Kakyoin blushes, "m-my name is Nori, m'am" holly kisses kakyoin's head, "well aren't you adorable? can I get you two anything? a snack? something to drink?" Jotaro nods, "both peas" (jotaro is much more polite when he's regressed). "ok honey, you and you're friend just hold tight and I'll get you something fixed!" Holly leaves the room, letting kakyoin and Jotaro entertain themselves. Kakyoin pulls out his little journal from his bag and shows Jotaro. "u did all dis?" kakyoin nods, "mhm! u like?" "ya, is real cool.." Kakyoin smiles. After awhile, Holly finally comes back with the littles snack, which includes goldfish, apple slices, and some peanut butter to dunk it in. She also brought them both sippy cups with apple juice. "dank u mama" "ya, dank u miss jojo's mama" Holly chuckles, "holly, dear, and you're both very welcome!"

After snack time, and some more playtime, Joseph wanders in, "I heard you decided to stay home after all Jotaro." Jotaro nods, "mhm.." Jotaro keeps playing with the plush shark he's holding, "then we can start packing for Egypt!" Kakyoin looks from Joseph to Jotaro, "u goin to Egypt?!?" "ya, we godda go see my great uncle for a playdate" kakyoin looks back at Joseph, "can I go?!" Joseph thinks for awhile, "I dunno, are your parents gonna be ok with it?" kakyoin looks away, "dat won' be an issue.." Joseph bends down to the little's level, "why not?" Kakyoin tears up, "I-I don' live with dem no more, dey foun' out bout dis and dey don' like me!" Joseph hugs Kakyoin, "oh I'm sorry bud, I didn't want to upset you, of course you can go." Kakyoin sniffles, "really?" Joseph smiles, "sure, but first I gotta know your name" kakyoin giggles, "oh ya! m' Kakyoin! but u can call me Nori." Joseph pats kakyoin's head, "alright then Nori, how would you like to go with us to Egypt?" "I'd really like dat!" Joseph looks at Jotaro, "how about it Jotaro?" Jotaro nods, "ya, we can go now." Joseph stands up, "alright! that settles it then! we're off to Egypt!" 

<---To be Continued----

End of part 1

(1266 words TwT I'm oki! anywho, I hope u all like dis so far, I hope I won't get too procrastinaty with de next part! anywhooo, see u thennn!)

(I tried to find a paci with a cherry but I couldn't :( )

[I'm so sorry I didn't realize how bad this pic looked, I promise I'll make another kakyoin paci pic sometime T^T]

[demonsfate]

This is kind of a Hot Take, but I don't care about Miguel, and I don't get why people (mainly on the tek subreddit) are fascinated by the idea of Miguel showing up to beat Jin. I stumbled upon ANOTHER post about this yesterday and saw people saying that they would love to see Miguel face the "villain turned messiah", as opposed to the other characters that supported Jin. Which is funny, because I don't think Miguel would last a fight against Jin in his current canon state. Also, this is a result of the horrible writing on 6 so not addressing the whole thing with Miguel's sister is mainly on the writers. Don't get me wrong, I think it's fine if there's a character that is against Jin and still can't forgive him. Tek8 didn't do a good job on addressing the issues 6 left behind, (it was an "Okay" job tbh but anyway, I take it). Still can't help but think the "Miguel should come back to murder Jin now that he's happy" crowd is mostly made of Anti-Jin than Miguel stans

I'm always conflicted with Miguel lmao. The thing is... I do like his design a lot. In fact, outta all the Tek6 characters, he may have the best design. He's the one that I could see being in like the older games (Tek4 or older) than I did the other Tek6 designs. And I seem to have a thing to hot - headed characters lol. But like... obvs the main problem with him is his story. LIKE. It's hard to like a character whose story is perhaps the biggest insult to your favorite character.

I'm sorry, but other than Tek6 itself, Miguel's existence is the biggest insult to Jin's character. Like the whole purpose of Jin's character is that he was indeed the first Good Mishima (sorry fans who actually fell for the "ALL Mishimas are bad!! That's the point!!" Y'all just fell for the lazy and obviously inaccurate excuse they made to justify his sudden turn in Tek6.) Kazuya was created to be the anti-Ryu, to be an unconventional protagonist for a fighting game 'cos that hadn't happened yet. But after Kazuya was done with being the protagonist, they went on to give us one that was actually good, therefore to be different from Kazuya. They even said the point of Jin was that he was supposed to be Kazuya's OPPOSITE. A possibility of what Kazuya might've been had he been raised by somebody who loved him. The Tekken 4 endings even hammered in the idea that Jin woiuld never be like Kazuya and Heihachi. Because every one of the trio's endings were all set during the same time (Jin's kidnapping in Hon-Maru), however - both Heihachi and Kazuya would've ended with them killing everyone. It's only Jin's ending where nobody dies. This is because Jin will always be a better person than them. Anyway, my point I'm gonna make is that Tekken 6 ruined everything that Jin was supposed to be. And Miguel is, perhaps, one of the biggest insults by being a victim of Jin. Jin lost his family to a monster, in Miguel's story - Jin is the monster who took Miguel's family member. That is fucked up, and no, it's not poetic nor clever. It just further destroys Jin's character and everything that was good about him. Jin should've NEVER hurt anyone else in the way he's been hurt.

And yeah... I mean, Jin has defeated Gods, he's defeated Heihachi and Kazuya (defeating Kazuya TWICE now). Miguel... hasn't really reached any of those feats, and plus... there's nothing really special about Miguel. (He's no Mishima, he's no Kazama, he's no devil gene carrier). And like, people are just talking as if Miguel would ONLY be going against Jin alone somehow???? As if... y'know, Lars, Lee, Alisa, Leo, Eddy, Xiaoyu, or many of the OTHER allies would let that shit fly. If some RANDOM GUY tried to kill Jin, they're not.... they're not gonna let it happen lmao, they're gonna stop it. Like sorry, but with Jin having accomplished these incredible feats, and has a ton of powerful friends, I don't see how Miguel can even be seen as much of a threat lol.

Imo, Tekken 8 did a horrific job at addressing Tekken 6. They didn't even inform the player as to why Jin did the War in the first place (which was for complicated reasons, but supposedly "good" ones). They just had characters say "YOU KILLED THOUSANDS" and then Jin says "shut up!!! I feel bad about it so that's something!!!" And like... who's to say that Miguel would even hate Jin if he were in Tekken 8? I mean, think about it. In Tekken 7, Lars wanted to kill Jin. He only stopped the Narrator from brutally killing Jin with a screwdriver simply because they needed Jin, and that's it. Yet suddenly in TK8, Lars is pals with Jin, and might as well be his cheerleader. The thought of what Jin did to Alisa was enough to bring her to tears in TK7, yet in TK8... she's also buddies with him, now holding his hands and everything. Eddy acted like he wanted to oppose Jin in his TK6 ending, yet... that was retconned to have him be mad at G-Corp / Kazuya instead??? Hell, Lee KILLS Jin in his TK6 and Tag 2 endings!!!! Although they've never canonically interacted prior, Lee still hated Jin in the noncanon moments. Like I get they needed Jin, but them being buddies with him was never properly addressed either and just came from nowhere. So, who's the say they wouldn't do something similar with Miguel???? Like, Eddy, he suddenly decides to drop the Revenge Plot off screen because uhhh revenge darkens the soul and isn't worth it man!!!!

Honestly yeah. Jin seems to have a lot of haters. I mean, Hell, it's hard to even look at Jin posts without seeing someone hating him or joking about him being a war criminal. It's been a while since I used Reddit last but MY GOD, before TK8 came out, there were a PLETHORA of people who were saying Kazuya should be the True Good Guy, that Kazuya is in the right, that Kazuya has never done anything wrong, that they hope Jin is revealed to be the main bad guy and is killed by Kazuya in the end. And like, this isn't an opinion of only a few ppl. After the demo came out, there was legit a post that said Kazuya is only a bad guy because he has the devil gene that Jin hates and that post had almost 100 upvotes!!!! With people agreeing!!! Completely ignoring EVERYTHING Kazuya has done. Like I made a post in my drafts but deleted it 'cos I thought it sounded too emotional, but it was me pretty much saying that people hate Jin for things they praise other characters for. Or the things they hate him for, they ignore the same in other characters. (Seriously, what makes Kazuya worthy of redemption but not Jin?) It really does feel like that. I understand some people may find Jin boring due to his stoicism, or may be critical of him due to his inconsistent writing (and character assassination) but I wish people would just be frank about that instead of hating him for every small thing. So yeah, I do believe that a lot of the "we wanna see Jin get beaten to death by Miguel" crowd really are just Jin haters. They get fucking wild at times. It's quite exhausting.

[hypergamiss]

On Saturday I was at a bar with my mom and her friend and I wasn’t expecting to go out to bar I thought just dinner i was in a sweatsuit, and sneakers...I was approached when coming out of the bathroom just myself by a guy that was with another guy and girl and he doesn’t come up to me he just says “you’re so beautiful” and I turn around and see he’s making eye contact with me so come up to them and he then was complimenting my eyes saying how he loved them and then proceeded to ask for my number I thanked him and asked how old he was (31) and then he asked how old I was and told him then told him I was going to be heading out because I just wanted to get away I didn’t want him to come around my mom and her friend...so what happens is him, and the guy and the girl he was with come up to me and he’s like talking to me, telling my mom how he just got my contact and how he thinks I’m so beautiful, “I love your daughter, kept on being very touchy with me in front of my mom...it was so awkward. He kept asked trying to talk to me and I was just annoyed he wasn’t reading me when I told him “how we should talk later another time how my mom was there” his friend even said to stop being so touchy...he was drunk. Also, friend was saying it’s a Portuguese thing to be like they (he’s from Portugal) Anyway, I was actually really attracted to him just bothered that it happened. My mind is already super protective of me (in 24) so wish I didn’t meet him while with her...anyway, he texts me the next day asking me to dinner saying “I'm doing okay. I was a bit hungover today. I think I drank too much yesterday. By the way, sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It's cool that it was your sister's birthday, happy birthday to her haha. I did some laundry, cleaned the house, and now I'm heading to bed since the week starts tomorrow. Have a good night and sleep well!” Should I go out with him despite how meeting was?

You may have thought he was physically attractive but he showed you that he doesn't respect boundaries and doesn't know how to drink without over doing it. What makes you think he won't act like that with other women in public and touch them if you two are in a relationship? It's even worse that he's significantly older, at his big age he still doesn't know how to be a gentleman😭 He kept touching you in front of your mom and told your mom he loved you and probably didn't even have your name memorized.... such a love bombing red flag. Even though he apologized, I would run for the hills. You would not have let him get away with all of that if you thought he was ugly, so don't give any man special treatment just because they have a pretty face. You showed him that he can get away with a lot already. Boundaries and respect are important. If you still decide to go on a date with him anyway, please find out everything you can about him. You have his phone number so you can find his socials and investigate what he's really all about...

[namjoonscoffeeshop]

Dear Namjoon | 14

Pairing: kim namjoon x reader ✧ warning(s): explicit language, suggestive content, mature content ✧ genre: angst,fluff,smut,slow burn ✧ synopsis; You're sent to live with your father and older brother. only that your older brother is in a band called BTS. you meet jimin's friends and automatically get tangled with one of his band members. you're relationship has to be kept a secret but for how long can you keep it that way?

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The ride back home was just filled with thoughts, I came here to be with jimin and dad. Now he's leaving to a dorm. And the worst part is that he didn't tell me about it? How are you suppose to stay home with someone who still has a hard time talking to you during breakfast?

stopping in front of a park you just sit in your car, not wanting to go home but also not knowing where to go. You didn't wanna talk to jimin right now and namjoon. He was with you yesterday and didn't say anything...your thoughts are interrupted when your phone rings and the man you were just thinking of just happens to be calling.

turning your phone on silent you wait till the call ends to call your dad.

"hey y/n, I'm at the office still. do you need something?" he says with urgency

"oh..no i just wanted to tell you i'm gonna stay with some friends tonight"

"alright, let me know when you get there" saying goodbye you both hang up the phone and you sit there..wondering...where the hell are you gonna go.

Meanwhile....

"what happened? " namjoon asks as he enters the dinning room where all the boys gathered after practice to talk about tomorrows plans. once he entered he found a frustrated jimin holding his phone up to his ear saying "pick up the damn phone"

hoseok had his hand on his shoulder, comforting him. looking around I don't see y/n, and I just knew what had happened. You probably left after you heard what happened. "y/n got mad about the whole dorm situation and stormed off" jin scoffs.

"it's my fault..I should've told her the moment they brought it up" he presses your number once more, the room was so silent everyone could hear the phone ringing but there was no answer.

tossing his phone on the table he slouches, as he folds his arms cursing out his little sister "I bet she ran off to her fucking boyfriend, cause I know damn well she's gonna be so dramatic and not go home"

You're wrong namjoon thought to himself as he looked at jimin, stepping out the dinning room he takes out his phone to see no messages from you. he dials your number but you don't answer him either, letting out a sigh he sits on the benches thinking of what to text you.

"HEY!" your greeted by a very excited and joyful voice as the door opens. You had no where to go, and well you don't have friends. so you contacted the one person you had maybe sorta kinda became friends with.....Eunsook.

"hey" you smile, she steps aside as you walk in.

"i was surprised when you called, where you with the guys before coming?" she spoke so quickly but you understood her. you couldn't help but stare at her for a bit.

"oh sorry...i'm just so curious...about them" she laughs awkwardly

"yeah, i was with my brother. he was practicing" you chuckle, she nods as she guides you upstairs after her parents greeted you.

standing in front of her door she turns to look at you

"i really really really need you to know that this behavior is not of a stalker" she says with pleading eyes as if she was begging you to understand her.

laughing at her reaction you couldn't help but tease "what do you have photos of my brother everywhere" and you wish you hadn't said anything. the moment she opened the door you see a good size of a frame hanged on the wall with a photo of her and jimin.

you just couldn't help yourself from laughing. her face was totally red, and she was ready to kick you out of the room "don't laugh" she squeals as she covers her face.

"oh this is amazing" you say as you catch your breath, wiping the tears from your eyes. stepping into the room you walk up to the photo and smile at how happy jimin looked

"that photo was taken at the talent show...I told them that I would be their fan no matter what..even tho they were just beginning to have the idea of being a idol group" you nod as she explains.

your phone then vibrates, looking at it you frown. It was namjoon again.

"your brother?"

"no..my boyfriend" you shrug as you shove the phone back into your pocket

"you're not gonna answer?" she was confused as to why you would ignore your boyfriend

"i'm mad at him"

"oh..." she sits on her bed "get revenge for him pissing you off" she smirks

"how?" you sit on her desk chair.

getting up her bed she walks to her closet, "tell me you got him on social media?" you says as she rummages in her closet

"yeah, why?"

"here it is" she grabs a black dress that would definitely be tight on my body. there's a slit on the stomach. the dip of the back of the dress was low.

"wear this" she tosses the dress towards me

"uh why" i pick up the dress, examining it

"we're gonna go to a party" she chuckles

"a party? i don't kno-"

"don't worry, you just follow me okay! I wasn't planning to go but let me ask some other friend if they are still going" she smiles as she picks of her phone after finding a blue two piece outfit for herself.

"do you really want me to wear your dress?" you ask, unsure if it was okay to wear her clothes.

"yes! now put it on" she points at the bathroom as she continues to talk on the phone

bad

this is bad

you've never gone to parties or other places without jimin. now that you were thinking about it, why are you even mad? you should've seen this coming, trainees...of course they have to stay in a dorm to dedicate their time to their debut.

you were sitting in the backseat of eunsook's purple convertible beetle. she picked up two of her other friends who you had seen in the clubroom.

"jimin's sister" one of the girls points out "you sure your brother won't get mad you're going to a party without him" she smiles as she talks to you

"i heard he's really protective" the one sitting in the passengers seat speaks up

"actually, he doesn't know..." both girls stared at you as they were surprised, they'd do anything to have jimin chasing them as he chases after you. "that's fine, who cares. we need time away from our brothers anyways" the girl next to you shrugged

getting to the party eunsook parks the car, turning to look at you. "alright time to post where you're at and have your boyfriend come after you" she had a mischievous look on her face

"oooh, her boyfriend?"

"yeah, he pissed her off. this is us getting him to notice what he might lose" you gulp at her words...I think i'll be the one losing more than him..

they all get out of the car as they keep trying to convince you to get out of the car. tired of them pulling on your arm you get out of the car, pushing down the dress that was hiking up your thighs

"girl you got a ass" one of them says making you blush as you shut the door "can we just go in"

it didn't take long for you to be immersed with the crowd. you did post some photos since they basically pushed you to do it, but you had blocked namjoon and jimin from seeing your story.

what you didn't expect was for them to be friends with mostly everyone here on social medias.

"aye jimin isn't this your sister" hoseok says as he shoves the phone in jimin's face. all the guys ended up staying at your house, after jimin insisting that he wanted to wait there and see if you got home.

"this idiot" jimin says as he sits up, snatching the phone from his hand. namjoon looks at jimin, confused.

"this idiot! can you believe she went to that party we were invited to" he gives hoseok the phone back as he gets up. "where are you going?" hoseok calls out

"to drag her ass back here, did you see what she's wearing? she doesn't buy shit like that! I bet it was her fucking boyfriend"

Why is he attacking me so much today, namjoon thought. getting up he walks to hoseok as he looks over his shoulder. his eyes almost popped out his sockets as he saw you in that dress. excusing himself to the bathroom he calls you about three times and you didn't answer which only pissed him off even more.

you were walking around, looking for the rest room when someone stopped you by placing their hand on your shoulder. turning around you notice it's someone from your first class.

what was his name again...

"hey" he says causally

"hi.." you smile awkwardly, he must be dense cause he didn't catch on at all. stepping to the side you cause for his hand to fall off your shoulder.

"you're jimin's sister right?"

"yeah" he nods, taking a sip from his red cup

"you alone?" shaking your head, you point at your friends. "ah i see.." he puts the cup down on the table in the hall next to a lamp as he eyes your curves making you feel uncomfortable

this was a bad idea...

"wanna dance?" he bites his bottom lip as he smiles

"No, I have a boyfriend" you say and turn to walk away but he grabs onto your waist "I don't see him" he whispers as he leans into your ear. "If you were mine, I wouldn't let you go out dressed like that without me" he chuckles as his gives your waist a small squeeze.

you stood there like an idiot, thinking of what to do. he pulls you closer against him, wrapping his arm around you. "let's go have fun, your boyfriend doesn't have to know" he drags the word boyfriend out as a way to intimidate me.

"I said No" you jab his stomach as you step forward once he lets go of you.

"y/n!" you hear a familiar voice yell your name, turning around you see eunsook pointing at the hall. oh did you wish you weren't wearing heels. coming towards you was a very angry jimin and right behind him was a pissed off namjoon.

"what the fuck" jimin snaps as he pulls you to the side, staring straight at the man who was holding you.

"so it's you huh" he pushes him back as he pokes his chest "your the fucking boyfriend" your eyes widen as you stare at jimin who completely misunderstood the situation, they must've seen him holding you...you glance at namjoon who was glaring at you but he kept staring at the guy more than you.

"jimin" you grab his arm pulling him back "he's not my boyfriend" jimin turns to look at you confused "then why the fuck were yo- was he touc-" he stood their staring at you

"just leave it, let's go" you pull his arm, and look at namjoon while whispering "it's not what it looks like.." you could see how his jaw was clenched as he looked at your outfit. jimin flicks off the man before stomping out as he yells at you to get your ass outside.

you stood next to namjoon as he stared at the boy "next time she says no, it means fucking no" your hands against his chest as you stand in front of him. "namjoon please" you whine as you try to push him back but he doesn't budge.

putting his hand on your lower back he guides you out of the house, no one really paid attention to you guys other than the ones who were close to where the whole commotion happened.

"namjoon, I have to tell euns-"

"if you don't shut up, i'm gonna tell jimin we're dating right here. right now so i can take you home and how you what happens when you let another man touch you" he grips your waist as he stands behind you .

opening the door you see hobi sitting on the passenger seat, while jimin is gonna drive. getting in the cramped car you are squished by namjoon's thighs as he gives you no personal space. you could see how angry he was, the veins on his neck were so defined that maybe in another situation it would be a turn on.

what am i saying

seeing him angry like this is a fucking turn on

"is this how you are gonna act every single time you don't get you way" jimin looks at you from the rear mirror, glaring at you.

he lectured you for so long, and you just realized how far this place was from home. "jimin, i said i was sorry" you sigh

"so if that wasn't your boyfriend, how do you think he's gonna feel when he sees you out without him"

glancing at namjoon as he was looking out the window with his arms crossed, i look back at jimin "he'll be really mad"

"i would hope so" jimin smacks his lips. he didn't talk to me at all after that instead he played music, not short after namjoon finally moved his thighs over and stopped pressing them against me.

I thought he had calmed down but just as I was looking out my window i feel him place his hand on my knee.

snapping my head to the right i look at him "namjoon" i whisper as i place my hand on his. he doesn't look at me but rather at my exposed thighs as the dress was a little bundled up from how i was sitting.

he began to dip his hand in between my thighs as he kept moving up. I pressed my legs together as I held onto his hand but it was no use. leaning towards me he whispers "i'm more than mad, sweetie" groping my thigh he pushes it to the side, making me spread my legs "you know you're mine. but yet you let everyone see you like that" you look at jimin nervous he would look back but he was focused on driving, hobi on the other hand was asleep.

"i'm sorry" i whisper, he rubs two fingers against my clothed heat making me bite my lower lip "that's not good enough, seeing you in that dress. made me wanna fuck you in the spot" he chuckles lowly as he pushes aside the underwear only to enter a digit into me. you gasp at the feeling, causing jimin to look back "what"

"n-nothing" you say as you smile at him, namjoon was looking out the window with a smirk on his lips as he enters another digit.

"spread those beautiful thighs for me, yeah?" he raises his brow as he asks you. and as if everything he would ask you, you'd grant. you spread your legs even more causing him to thrust his fingers into you. your heart beating against your chest as you look at jimin, making sure he doesn't look back.

"why were you throwing a tantrum huh" he whispers as he stops moving

"i-i wasn't" you manage to respond. he scoffs as he begins to move his finger again. leaning on the window you cover your mouth as you try to make it look like your looking outside.

he didn't stop thrusting his fingers into you, using his thumb to rub your clit. you were so close to your orgasm when he pulls his fingers out. causing you to whine at the feeling of emptiness.

"namjoon" you try to catch your breath

"we're here" jimin says bringing you back to the world where it wasn't just you and namjoon anymore.

"i'm fucking tired, let's sleep" hobi says as he gets out the car. your legs were shaking from almost reaching your high. everyone gets out the car as namjoon gives you his hand. the moment you stand you felt your knees weak.

looking at namjoon who closes the door of the car and looks at you with a smug look on his face. you roll your eyes at him as you walk behind jimin and hobi. walking up the steps you feel how close behind namjoon is.

"i want you..." you whisper only for him to hear, as he hears your desperation he chuckles "should've thought that before you went out like that" and with that he gropes your ass as he walks ahead of you entering the house after his younger friends.

frustrated you ignored everyone else who was in the living room and walked straight to your room. shutting your door rather loudly to make sure namjoon heard. you enter the bathroom and shower.

"remind me to not have daughters" jimin rubs his temple as he sits on the couch

"i think you'd be a great father" taehyung smiles

"i'm just sorry for whoever marries her" yoongi shakes his head as he eats another strawberry

They talked for another good hour before they all went to separate rooms, other slept in the same rooms but nonetheless they all went to sleep.

but unlike them, you couldn't sleep. you were still frustrated, horny for what namjoon had done in the car. you would go look for him, but you didn't know what room he was in or if he was even alone.

you had no other choice but to open your drawer and take out the one thing you thought you'd never use.

taking off your clothes, you remember how he looked at you earlier and how his fingers felt inside of you that it made you get a feeling in between your legs. your felt awkward, you had never touched yourself, this would be new.

you did the exact same thing namjoon did when he first used the vibrator on you, after turning it on you spread your legs placing it on your clit as you bite your bottom lip. wasting no time you stick it inside you. the moans that left your parted lips were soft

"fuck, i need more" tightly closing your eyes you begin to pinch your nipple "fuck this isn't the same"

you were so focused in not making noise you didn't notice the figure standing near the entrance, putting the level higher your arch your back just as you turn to look towards the entrance only to find namjoon standing there.

"you look sexy, keep going" he says as he licks his bottom lip. staring at your naked body laying on the bed.

"i..i don't know what to do" you say, not feeling half the pleasure he gives you. hearing him chuckle you feel even more aroused as you look at his face.

you could feel how your body was burning from wanting him to touch you, and he could see how frustrated you were. walking up to the bed he pulls his shirt off from over his head, tossing it onto the ground.

he pushes your knee to the side as he looks in between your legs "you're more than ready for me" he says as he undresses completely.

he fixes himself between your legs as he presses the vibrator deeper into you. "was my girlfriend that horny she couldn't wait for me to have fun?" he asks as he lifts his finger to his mouth, licking the juices.

"please" you whine, holding onto the string he pulls the vibrator out. tossing it to the other side of the bed "we don't need that" he smirks, lifting you up he sits you on his lap as he begins to suck on your erected nipples. "namjoon" you moan his name as he sticks his finger into you making a moan escape your mouth as you threw your head back

"shhh, babe. we don't want them to hear right?" he states before sucking on your skin.

"i cant anymore... i want you" you bite on your bottom lip embarrassed.

"what do you want" he says as he lays you on your stomach, making you clench on the sheets as he leaves kisses down your back

"you.."

"you already got me" he chuckles

"no..." you gasp as he sucks on your skin

"what do you want y/n" he says again

"i want you to fuck me" with that he lifts my ass up, and teases my entrance with the head of his fully erected cock.

"i want to fuck you raw so bad" he groans "but not right now, I don't think i'd stop after one round" he gives your ass a slap before rolling a condom down this length.

without any warning he thrusts into me, my head buried into the mattress more as i try to not make noise "fuck your so tight" he groans as he grips my waist. in a steady pace be begins to move his hips, leaving kisses and hickeys on my back.

with each second and each thrust he started getting rougher. I moved my hips along with his movements which caused him to growl as he thrusted harder into me.

"i shouldn't even give you what you want" he says as he hits my sweet spot making me a mess

"after pulling what you did today" he scoffs, "I should've fucked you raw" pulling out he thrusts into you in one swift move and hitting your sweet spot directly. not being able to stop yourself you were a mess as your moans were becoming louder.

wrapping his arms around your waist he lifts you up, your back against his chest as he turns your head. connecting your lips with his. "cum for me" he whispers softly with his raspy voice that only through you of edge even more. the arm that was wrapped around you goes down to your clit as he rubs his finger over it, stimulating you.

it was addicting, the slow burn you felt as the pleasure created this feeling in your stomach. he begins to kiss your neck as he you tilt your head to give him more space. your eyes were shut as you were in total bliss.

you focus on the soft moans that left his lips, the occasional times he'd call your name as if your name was treasure.

"this pussy is fucking mine" he thrusts upwards one last time as you walls clench around him right before you cum all over his cock.

"i'm not done yet" he says as he pulls out, making you straddle him "ride me" he says

this was your first time in this position, and you were so out of it. you clenched onto his shoulder as you head was against his chest "i-i can't move" you tell him

lifting your chin he kisses your passionately. holding your waist he begins to move your hips in a circular motion. "just let me finish" he grunts as he thrusts upwards, kissing you roughly.

he kept thrusting and thrusting into me until he he finally lets out a deep and long growl and moan of pleasure as he found his own high.

the moment he stops moving you fall onto him, weak.

your sweaty bodies against each other, your heart beats in rhyme. "that was amazing" you laugh

"i know....i needed this.." he grins

[minnieminss]

JEWELS WITHIN; a wolf story pt.4

Pairing - Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x 6 year old!oc x fem!reader

Warnings - werewolf au, cold!soonyoung, cursing, hoshi using nicknames for his little sister (baby, honey, etc), painfully shy!reader, but also lowkey childish and adorable, angst, age gap, (4years). Bipolar!josh (he can get so soft and then be an ass but we all know he cares), not the best of writing but I try.. :)

Summary - After being rejected by his mother at birth and parents murdered by hunters, soonyoung is faced with the responsibility of raising his little sister alone… until he finds you.

Word count - ?

Hana’s pov

It’s been 2 hours since my brother left. I miss him so much! Who am I going to annoy now? Or…or play games with?

Today I’ve realized how boring it is without hoshi.

Speaking of games… the nice girl Aria offered to play games with me, but I didn’t like the idea of playing with someone else without my brother here. It made me feel bad.

So, I sat on the long rectangle like chair (that’s called a couch… I think.) and watched what they call a ‘show’ on a box called a tv!

The show wasn’t all that good to be honest, a bunch of puppets singing and I was already a bit bored by it.

Who am I kidding? This show is great!

I probably watched about 2 episodes of it until I heard people starting to talk due to someone coming in through the door.

“Josh! Your sisters here!” Said somebody.

The scary guy has a sister? I wonder if she’s my age!

No… maybe?

Joshua came downstairs the greet his sister the same time I turn my head to see who this mystery sister is.

She’s not my age. Should’ve known Hana!

“Y/n? What are you doing here?! How did you even get here?” The boy asked. “I… missed my brother?” The girl said quietly, chuckling nervously.

“Y/n…” he said. Sternly looking at the younger girl.

“Can we just talk about it later? Please.” The girl said looking away from the older boy. “Fine. I want you to meet someone, We have a guest.” Joshua said pointing to Hana.

“Hi! I’m Hana!” The girl said loudly making the girl flinch. “Hello..” the girl said with a small voice.

“I have a brother too! His name is Hoshi!” She said smiling. “How nice… how old are you Hana?” The girl asks. “I’m six years old! Yesterday was my birthday!” Hana says giggling.

“You’re very cute Hana, I can see us being friends..” the girl says looking at Joshua who smiles encouragingly.

“Me too! Wanna watch this show with me?” Hana says turning back to face the Tv with a bounce.

“Sure, sounds amazing”

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Soonyoung

“Shifts are normally around 8 hours a day, 12 if you do an extra shift.” Aria says.

“I know you wanted to keep as little amount of time away from your sister as possible but this is the best it’s gonna be Soonyoung.” She continued.

“I’m definitely going to hate this but, I really need the money.” I sigh. “When’s the fastest I can start?”

“Well, I can see if I can get you an interview perhaps by Friday, which is in two days so it would be a tight fit but not impossible.” She breaths out. “How about you wait here and I’ll go find my boss so you can chat with him?” She begins walking away before I could answer.

I wonder what Hana’s doing right now… I sure do miss her

Despite the amount of hours I need to spend away from her, I don’t feel anything bad is to go with this chance,

Because I’ll be able to make enough money to get us a new home just for the two of us, raise her the correct way, the only same thing is I’ll keep her homeschooled, nobody will change my mind on that.

She deserves so many great things and life and I just know that I’ll be able to give it to her.

Although I do wish she could have some type of woman figure in her life but even if she doesn’t so what? So many people raise their kids alone, besides I’ve been doing it for 6 years, what’s decades more?

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Hi everyone! I apologize for the delay in this series and also for a short chapter, writing isn’t my strong suit and I do so many other things out of this. Plus I really wanted to get something out as it’s been soooo long 😅. I plan to have a but of a dramatic time skip in one of the chapters but I won’t say when or which🤭…

Here’s some other things to look out for (hopefully)

New writing layouts

New master list

New one-shot (let’s hope hard on this one)

So thank you all for being patient!

[foggyfanfic]

The Jorge Situation

Chapter Preview: “But we’re magic! And so is our house,” Octavia argued, “A pool's just a hole with water in it. How hard can it be?”

“Um,” Mirabel said, but before she could come up with a reason why they shouldn’t do this, Camilo cut her off.

“You know what, I say we follow the six year old,” he said, “she has a point.”

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“Please Luisa,” they all chorused together, hands clasped under their chins.

Luisa frowned down at them, eyes soft, “I-I’m sorry, I really can’t, I have chores.”

“You always have chores,” Amada pointed out, putting her hands on her hips.

“And it’s so hot out,” Mirabel said, “don’t you usually take the day off when it’s this hot?”

“Come on, doesn’t a jump in the pool sound nice,” Camilo cajoled.

“Pool party, pool party, pool party,” tiny little Octavia chanted, marching back and forth and pumping her fists in the air.

“Maybe tomorrow,” Luisa hedged, inching away from the small army of puppy dog eyes.

“That’s what you said yesterday,” Camilo groaned.

“Does that guy really need you to round up his donkeys every day,” Amada groused.

“But we haven’t gotten to play with you in forever,” Mirabel grumped, crossing her arms and pouting.

Octavia continued to chant “Pool party!” as she now circled around Luisa.

“Aw geez, I know, I’m sorry, really I am,” Luisa said, even as she plucked Octavia up and moved her out of the way. As soon as Octavia was back on the ground, Luisa was off, speed walking out of the house.

“But it’s so hot!” Camilo shouted after her.

She didn’t respond.

“Darn,” Amada sighed.

“Now what?” Octavia asked, finally cutting the chant off.

“Let’s ask one of the adults if Gabe can take us to the river,” Mirabel suggested, already turning towards Tío Bruno’s door.

“Can’t,” Amada shook her head, “they’re all out.”

“What? All of them?” Camilo wrinkled his brow, “Even Tío Bruno?”

Amada nodded, “You know how your mom has that doctor appointment today? She might get bad news, so my Pá and Tío Agustín are setting up a gift basket to cheer her up.”

“Bad news?” Camilo asked.

“Yeah, she’s older than most women are when they get pregnant,” Amada shrugged.

There was a pause.

“Tía Pepa is pregnant?!” Octavia all but shouted.

“My Má isn’t pregnant,” Camilo said, at the same time.

“Oh, we should do something nice too!” Mirabel decided, turning towards Gabriel’s room instead.

“She is, I saw it,” Amada argued, “that’s why there’s a new door.”

“What? No it isn’t,” Camilo turned to gape at the new door, then much like Octavia had, shouted, “My Má is pregnant?”

“Sí,” Amada nodded once, joining Mirabel outside of Gabriel’s door.

“Ay, mios dios,” Camilo put a hand over his mouth, “I’m going to have a baby sister?”

“Or brother,” Mirabel said, knocking on Gabriel’s door.

Camilo scoffed, “Please, in this family? Pretty sure I’m cursed to forever be surrounded by girls.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Octavia asked.

Camilo shrugged, “Don’t know, but my Pá’s friends are always saying they feel sorry for me.”

“Your Pá doesn’t even like those guys, the ones from the masonry, right?” Amada said, “He’s always one bad joke away from smacking one of them.”

“Really? Then why does he talk to them?”

“Why does who talk to who?” Gabriel asked, opening his door.

“Why does Tío Felíx talk to the guys who work for the mason?” Octavia asked.

“Oh, because it makes negotiating with the mason whenever the mill needs a new stone easier and he lost the coin toss between him and Tío Felípe,” Gabriel answered, “is that what you guys wanted?”

“We want to do something nice for Tía Pepa, in case she gets bad news about the baby,” Mirabel said.

Gabriel blinked at her for a few beats, then looked at Amada, “Pretty sure Tía Pepa didn’t want any of you kids knowing yet.”

“Oh,” Amada said, “oops.”

“Amada wants to do something nice for my Má to apologize for blabbing her secret to everybody,” Camilo amended Mirabel’s previous statement.

Gabriel snorted, and left his room fully, “What’d you have in mind?”

“Oh, um,” Mirabel looked around at her cousins, hoping one of them would have an idea, she received a bunch of blank looks, “what do you think would cheer her up?”

“Well, she’s been complaining about the heat,” Gabriel said, then he started walking towards Abuela’s room, “I’ll ask Abuela if we can go to the market, maybe we can make her ice cream or something.”

“Abuela’s not here,” Amada said, “she’s with Má, mediating negotiations between Tío Al and that one jerk head.”

Tío Al was the new goat herder, who had taken over from their Má’s father. He had been herding the goats for years with no problems, but now that their abuelo was taking a step back and fully retiring, one of the farmers had started trying to push Al around. Their Má had slipped up a few times and referred to the farmer in question as something much worse than a jerk head.

“Oh,” Gabriel stopped, he was old enough to leave the house by himself, and old enough to take the younger kids out, but not old enough to take the younger kids out without telling an adult where they were going.

“Maybe Isabela can take us,” Camilo suggested. Isabela and Dolores were old enough that they could take the younger kids out without asking permission, just so long as they also took one of the other older kids with them to help out.

“She’s out too,” Amada shook her head, “she’s helping the Cortez family plan the decorations for that party they’re throwing next week.”

“Dolores?” Octavia asked.

“I think she’s home,” Amada said.

“Yeah, but she’s in her Sanctum of Silence,” Camilo said, “she wasn’t feeling well earlier.”

“Well, there has to be something we can do here at home to cheer Tía Pepa up,” Mirabel refused to be deterred.

As one, they all turned to look up at Gabriel. As a wise and worldly twelve year old, they figured he would have some insight.

“Oh, uh, we could um, make her something else?” he suggested, nervously sweeping his curls back from his face.

“Like what?” Camilo asked.

Octavia gasped, then whispered, “Pool party!”

“What?”

“Pool party,” she cried, throwing her hands in the air, “she’s been hot and might be sad, let’s throw a pool party! With dancing, she loves dancing.”

“Má does love dancing,” Camilo agreed.

“Great, let’s ask Luisa-,” Gabriel started to say.

“She’s already out doing chores,” Mirabel said.

“Oh, so no pool then,” Gabriel deflated, “not much of a pool party.”

“No, no, guys, guys, guys,” Octavia hopped up and down, “we can make one!”

“A pool?” Amada asked.

“Sí!”

“We only have a couple hours before she gets back,” Gabriel pointed out.

“But we’re magic! And so is our house,” Octavia argued, “It’s just a hole with water in it. How hard can it be?”

“Um,” Mirabel said, but before she could come up with a reason why they shouldn’t do this, Camilo cut her off.

“You know what, I say we follow the six year old,” he said, “she has a point.”

“Yeah, let’s follow the six year old,” Octavia cheered, already running towards the stairs.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Gabriel followed after her, “where would we get the water?”

“Well,” Mirabel started to say, then grimaced, knowing before the sentence was fully out of her mouth that what she was about to suggest was a bad idea, “you uh, you could use your gift to transport all the water we’d need.”

Gabriel frowned, “My gift-?”

“Sí, if you uh, if you just make a shield underwater, then bring it back to the pool and pop it, then ta-da, water,” Mirabel explained, wiping her palms on her skirt.

Gabriel made a quiet, thoughtful noise, then turned to Amada, “How likely is this to end well?”

Amada blinked and her eyes turned gold, she looked around the room and got this weird sort of smile on her face, “We should do it.”

“Really?” Gabriel asked, face crinkling with doubt.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Are you sure?”

“Nothing will make Tía Pepa happier,” Amada said, Gabriel examined her for a long time, then slowly nodded.

“Alright, if you’re absolutely positive?”

“Completely.”

“Hm, well, then guess I’ll just head down to the nearest body of water,” he said, “where will I be bringing this water to? Front yard or back?”

“Actually, I was thinking-,” Octavia started to say.

“Front will be better,” Amada cut her off.

“Bien, front it is,” he slowly backed up, watching Amada, surely hoping she would announce she was just kidding or something. When she didn’t, he reluctantly turned and left the house.

As soon as he was gone, Amada turned to Octavia, “Don’t worry, we’re going with your idea.”

“Whoo!” Octavia cheered.

“What’s her idea?” Mirabel asked slowly, anything Amada felt she needed to hide from Gabriel was bound to be bad.

“Casita will be the pool,” Octavia answered, “because Casita is probably hot too, right Casita?”

There was a slightly uncertain clatter of tiles, then a sheepish wobble of the light fixtures.

“Really?” Mirabel asked, “You get hot?”

Casita made a wavey gesture with the floorboards that Mirabel knew to mean, “Kinda, not like you, but I definitely wouldn’t mind being a pool for a little.”

“Huh, alright, Casita wants to be a pool,” Mirabel took a minute to let that sink in, then frowned at her assembled cousins, “so uh, how do we make Casita a pool?”

“We need to block off some of the doors so the water doesn’t get out,” Camilo said.

“I’ll grab some rocks,” Octavia shouted, running out to the backyard.

Mirabel followed after her, “Wait, shouldn’t we think about this a little more before-.”

“Hah!” Camilo suddenly laughed behind her, Mirabel whipped around and saw him standing next to Amada, one hand slapped over his mouth. The pair stared back at her, trying to look innocent.

“We should get the furniture out of the courtyard,” Amada said.

Mirabel narrowed her eyes at them, now positive Amada was up to something. She crossed her arms, setting her chin.

“Mirabel, I promise, if this goes exactly right, it’ll make Tía Pepa really, really happy,” Amada put her hands up, “trust me?”

Mirabel searched her face, but only saw sincerity, so she sighed, “Bien, let’s move the furniture.”

Casita helped them by moving the bigger furniture so they mostly just moved the paintings on the first story out of the way. Mirabel was very careful to prop them all up on the chairs in the dining room so that their placement roughly matched where they had been in the courtyard. She figured that’d make it easier to put everything back in the long run. Meanwhile, Amada and Camilo moved a few things upstairs where they’d be dry but still accessible, like the record player and a hammock.

Shortly after, Octavia came back with some boulders which she molded to fit the doorways.

“Casita,” Mirabel said slowly, “can you make the floor um lower?”

Casita shivered proudly, and Mirabel could almost hear a voice saying, “No, but watch this.”

Instead of sinking the floor, Casita grew three feet and left the courtyard on the ground. The tiles around the edge of the courtyard folded themselves into steps up to the newly created half floor. Octavia and Camilo cheered, while Amada laughed in amazement.

“That’s so clever,” Amada said, and Casita briefly lit all the lights in the house, literally glowing from the praise.

“Gracias Casita,” Mirabel said, trotting up to the nearest wall to place her hand on it.

Casita merrily clattered some tiles at her.

“Let’s get our bathing suits on,” Camilo said, already jogging towards the stairs.

“Wait! We need food for the party,” Mirabel pointed out.

“Oh, good point,” he switched directions and followed Mirabel into the kitchen.

“Hm, what can we make,” Mirabel mused, putting her hands on her hips. Being nine years old, she wasn’t allowed to use knives or the oven without adult supervision, which ruled out a lot of stuff in the kitchen.

“Ummm,” Camilo, also being nine and therefore forbidden from using knives and ovens, drummed his fingers on his legs, “fruit basket?”

Mirabel slowly nodded, she walked over to the shelves by the pantry and grabbed a basket, “What fruit do we have?”

Camilo was already digging through the pantry, he popped his head out and said, “Mostly mangoes and avocado.”

She wrinkled her nose, “Avocado isn’t a fruit.”

“Yes it is.”

“No it isn’t.”

“Is to.”

“Is not.”

“If it’s not a fruit, what is it? A vegetable?”

Mirabel scowled, but didn’t answer, because it wasn’t a vegetable either. She was pretty sure, at least.

“See! See! Avocado’s a fruit. I’m putting it in the fruit basket,” he stepped out of the pantry with his arms full of avocados and dumped them into the basket.

“Nobody eats just avocados,” Mirabel argued, “you’re supposed to put them on stuff!”

“Like what? We’re not allowed to cook.”

Once again, Mirabel didn’t have a good response, so she just said, “This fruit basket is going to be dumb.”

“You’re going to be dumb,” Camilo said, dumping an armful of mangoes into the basket next.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” she adjusted her grip on the basket, which was already getting kind of heavy.

“You don’t make any sense,” he retorted.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, and started to call him stupid, when he stepped out of the pantry with a couple ears of unhusked corn, “Corn’s a vegetable! And you have to take the leaves off of it first!”

“It’s the only plant we have left,” Camilo argued, throwing the corn into the basket.

“What?! Nuh uh,” she shoved the basket into his hands and looked in the pantry, “we have raisins!”

“Raisins aren’t a plant!”

“Yes they are, they’re grapes,” Mirabel pulled the bag of raisins out and placed it in the basket.

“What? Really?” Camilo set the basket down so he could look in the bag.

“Yeah, they’re dried up grapes.”

“Oh,” he frowned at them, “but my Tío Felípe told me they were bugs.”

“Ew! Gross! If you thought they were bugs, why’d you like them so much?!”

“We eat bugs all the time,” Camilo reasoned, “like beans.”

“Camilo, beans aren’t bugs either,” Mirabel said, “did Tío Felípe say they were?”

“Is anything bugs?!”

“Not that we eat,” Mirabel shook her head.

“What about honey?”

“Bugs make it, but they aren’t like, in the honey, you know?”

Camilo looked back down at the raisins, and sighed woefully, “I’m never eating beans again.”

“Because it’s not bugs?”

“Sí.”

Mirabel opened her mouth to ask about raisins and honey, but was cut off when Amada called for them. She helped Camilo lug the “fruit” basket into the courtyard turned empty pool and was struck by how much brighter it was. She looked at the front door and saw a big ball of light that was full of water. Or rather, she saw a part of the big ball of light, it was large enough that Mirabel couldn’t see the full thing through the doorway.

Amada’s eyes flashed gold, then she grinned, “We’re on the right track.”

Camilo snickered, Mirabel looked between the two of them. They were both way too happy about something.

“Guys?” Gabriel’s voice called out, sounding a bit ragged, “Where’s the pool?”

“It’s in here,” Camilo called.

There was a pause, the light making up the ball warbled and thinned. Mirabel gulped and took a step back towards the kitchen, but Octavia had already begun plugging up the doorway. Thankfully, Gabriel must have noticed the light thinning, because he added more to his shield. The ball rolled away from the door a little, so Gabriel could step into the doorway, sweating through his shirt and looking exhausted.

“What do you mean it’s in here,” he gasped, looking around the transformed courtyard, “no, no, no, no. You said we would put it out front!”

“Nuh-uh, I said the front yard would be best,” Amada shook her head, “but this will make Tía Pepa happier!”

Gabriel gaped at her, the light thinning again. Mirabel took another nervous step back and pointed at it, by the time she’d got out a single “UM!” Gabriel had turned and noticed the thinning light. With a tired puff of air, he once more returned his focus to the ball of water.

When the light shaping the ball was nice and thick, he turned halfway back towards them, keeping one eye on the shield, “How exactly does this make Tía Pepa happier?!”

“You’ll see, just trust me!”

“I- you-. Nope! I’m putting the water back,” he said, turning to put both hands on the ball. He braced to start rolling it back the way he came, only to hear something that made all of them freeze.

“Gabriel?” Tío Bruno’s voice wound its way around the ball and into the courtyard, “What uh, what’s this?”

He slowly walked around the ball, holding a box of chocolates in one hand and a bottle of orange colored juice in the other, studying it with a raised eyebrow. When he reached Gabriel he gave him a quizzical look, glanced into Casita, then did a double take.

Octavia, who had just finished plugging up the doorway to the kitchen, happily trotted up to him, “Papa! Papa! We’re throwing a pool party for Tía Pepa!”

For a second, it didn’t look like Tío Bruno understood what Octavia had just said to him, as if she had spoken Russian or Ancient Greek. Then, he looked around the courtyard with a look of slowly dawning horror, his head whipped over to the giant ball of water, then to the blocked up doors. Mouth opening and closing uselessly, he started slowly shaking his head.

“It’s uh, it’s my fault Pá,” Gabriel tried to say.

Tío Bruno barked out an almost hysterical laugh, “Yeah, right!”

Everybody startled at the volume, and Tío Bruno rattled out a few quick sorries, before pinching the bridge of his nose. He took some deep breaths.

Finally, he splayed out his hands and said, “Ok, this is ok, I’m the only one who saw this, so this is fine. We’ll just clean all this up before-.”

“Gabriel? What’s this for?” Agustín interrupted Tío Bruno, also walking around the ball and examining it with a raised eyebrow.

Tío Bruno paused, then said, “Nope, still fine, it’s just Agustín. This is still fine.”

“Actually,” Agustín said slowly, eyes roving the courtyard with growing alarm, “the others are right behind me. Juli and Félix are trying to slow Pepa down so we have enough time to set up her surprise. Uh, what’s-?”

“It’s for Tía Pepa,” Octavia said, now sounding just a little defensive, “we want to make her happy, too!”

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Agustín said, then cast another confused look around.

“It’s a pool party,” Tío Bruno supplied, deadpan.

Agustín’s face dropped and he paled considerably, after a beat he turned to Tío Bruno and in a hushed voice said, “We need to act fast.”

“Right,” Tío Bruno turned to Gabriel, “let’s get this water back where you found it.”

“I’ll help the kids with all this,” Agustín volunteered.

They nodded at each other, Bruno put his hands on the ball, and started to help Gabriel roll it out of the way, only for it to get stuck on something.

“Whoa! Watch out,” Tío Félix called out.

“Fantastic,” Tío Bruno muttered, resting his forehead on the ball of light.

Now, Julieta, Félix and Pepa appeared, also examining the giant ball of water and light. Since there was three of them, they were able to exchange confused glances, before turning to Agustín and Bruno for an explanation.

Before anyone could provide one, however, Camilo sped walked up to Tía Pepa, lugging the fruit basket, “Mamí! We made you a fruit basket!”

“Oh! Camilo mijo, that’s so- um,” Tía Pepa took the basket and looked inside of it, her smile seemed just a bit strained to Mirabel’s eyes as she said, “thank you corazon! This is lovely.”

“De nada,” he said, hugging her.

“Tía Pepa! Go back outside, the rest of the surprise isn’t ready yet,” Octavia said.

“Surprise?”

“Octavia, we’re not doing it,” Gabriel said gently.

“Why not?! We’re almost done,” Octavia protested.

“What’s uh, what’s the surprise?” Tío Félix asked.

“We were going to throw Mamí a pool party to cheer her up if the doctor made her sad,” Camilo explained, “but now Gabriel’s being boring.”

“You were what?!”

“I’m not being boring!”

“You did all this for me?”

“Why not just use Luisa’s pool?”

“We need to get this all cleaned up before Má gets home.”

“Too late,” Abuela called out over the riot of voices, and everybody froze, as her and Tía Leandra rounded the ball of water, she started to ask, “What in the world-?”

“Perfect,” Amada whispered, as the sunlight began to coalesce around her.

“Abuela,” Gabriel gasped, sounding horrified.

“Mijo, the wa-,” Tío Bruno tried to say.

But it was too late, the second Gabriel laid his eyes on Abuela he encased all of the women and other children in balls of light. In doing so, he pulled the light not just from the sun above, but the giant ball of water under his hands.

It burst.

Four male voices cried out in dismay as a wave of river water fell onto them, soaking the front yard, Casita’s entryway, and the four people who hadn’t received light shields. A few fish flopped around on the ground, and one managed to maintain impressive balance flopping on Tío Félix’s head. Another wiggled vigorously where it was trapped in Agustín’s breast pocket.

Tía Pepa made a choked sound, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“Whoops,” Gabriel said, the shields all flickering out as water dripped off of him. There was a dead, water logged leaf in his hair.

Tía Pepa’s shoulders started to shake.

“What is going on?” Abuela asked, looking too bewildered to be truly angry.

A few squeaks squeezed their way out from between Tía Pepa’s fingers.

“The kids wanted to do something nice for Pepa,” Tío Bruno sighed, parting his wet hair so everybody could see the extremely tired look on his face.

Just like the ball of light, Tía Pepa burst. Despite her best efforts, laughter roared out of her, staining the early afternoon sky with two brilliant rainbows.

“It worked,” Amada cried, throwing her hands up into the air and hopping up and down a little, splashing in the puddle that was spreading into Casita.

“Love you Mamí,” Camilo said through his own laughter, hugging her tighter.

“You knew this was going to happen?” Mirabel asked, “The whole time?!”

“I knew it might happen,” Amada corrected, “and look, look! See how happy Tía Pepa is!”

Indeed, Tía Pepa was still giggling, trying to wipe tears from her eyes. Every time she opened them and looked at one of the men, another peal of laughter burst out of her. And she wasn’t the only one, Julieta and Tía Leandra were also hiding smiles and laughter behind their hands. They both made a passable effort to look sympathetic to their husbands, but neither quite succeeded.

“I want you to know,” Tío Bruno said to Tía Leandra, “I blame you for this.”

“Me? I just got here.”

“Exactly. You weren’t here, and I was dry, then you get here and poof, within seconds I’m completely soaked.”

Tía Leandra opened her mouth to respond, noticed Mirabel paying attention to her, then leaned in and whispered something to Tío Bruno. 

Tío Bruno turned very red and muttered, “Lucky Dolores is spending the day in her sanctum.”

Meanwhile, Julieta carefully pulled the fish out of Agustín’s pocket, then held it for a second. After a little bit of deliberation, she put it back in his pocket.

“It seems wrong to just throw a living creature on the ground,” she told him, when he raised an eyebrow at her.

“So, the plan is for it to live in my favorite vest?”

“Well, the silver scales do go really well with that shade of blue.”

Agustín looked down, “Huh, so it does.”

Mirabel looked over at Abuela, to see her reaction, but couldn’t decipher the look on her face. Abuela kept looking around the courtyard, her mouth starting to tug into a frown, then she’d look at Agustín, Bruno, or Félix and start to smile, then her eyes would land at Gabriel and she would look almost sympathetic, before looking back at the courtyard and starting the cycle over again. Eventually, she just sighed, chuckled, and nodded.

“Well, they’ve certainly succeeded in cheering Pepa,” she said, “hopefully, you children will be equally successful cleaning all this up.”

“Of course Abuela, we’ll get right-,” Gabriel started to say.

“Not you,” Abuela held up a hand, “at least, not until you dry off first. You’ll just track more water all over the house.”

Gabriel grimaced, and nodded. Tío Bruno patted him on the back.

“Casita,” Abuela called out, and the house stayed very, very still, “care to explain why you allowed this to happen?”

Casita didn’t respond at first, then sheepishly rattled some of the roof tiles.

“You were hot? Casita, you’re a house,” Abuela said, “do you get hot?”

Casita rattled out a confirmation, and at first Abuela didn’t respond, she just gaped up at the house for a few beats. Mirabel thought she may have heard Abuela mutter something along the lines of “Just when I think I’m used to all this magic” but wasn’t sure. Abuela shook her surprise off and promised Casita they would talk about ways to cool the house down that didn’t involve allowing a bunch of kids to flood the first floor.

“Mirabel,” Abuela said next.

“Sí Abuela?” Mirabel asked, trying not to shrink in on herself too obviously.

“Did you help with all this?”

“It uh it was sort of my idea,” she answered.

“Really?” Abuela asked shocked.

“Mirabel was the one who thought we should do something nice for Tía Pepa,” Gabriel said, “the rest is my fault.”

Abuela didn’t look anymore convinced than Tío Bruno had about that last part, but she didn’t respond to it, “Sí, well, as always, it is good of you to want to help your familia. How about you help the men get themselves dried off? Meet them out back with some towels.”

“Sí Abuela,” she said, she started to head towards the stairs, but stopped when she realized she was about to track watery footsteps onto the dry part of the house. She carefully stopped at the edge of the puddle, then stepped out of her shoes. Picking them up, she quickly made her way up the stairs to grab some towels.

“As for the rest of you, I believe you know where the mops are,” Abuela said.

“Can’t we help the men too?” Octavia asked.

“Mija, you are the only one who can move the rocks,” Tía Leandra pointed out gently.

“Aaaaw,” Octavia said, but at her mother’s urging, began doing just that, grumbling all the while.

—

Bruno sighed, staring longingly at his nice, warm bed. Leandra, who was busy tucking her curls into her silk hair wrap, noticed him doing so in the mirror. She turned to give him a sympathetic smile.

“You don’t have to do it tonight,” she pointed out, “you can check tomorrow.”

“They’ve been changing so quickly, I-I want to see if they’re affected by what happened today,” he said, “like how they got bigger on Isabela’s birthday, but smaller on Camilo’s.”

“Hm,” she tucked the last curl in, then stood and walked over to him, “maybe we should start writing some of this stuff down.”

He nodded, sighing, “Maybe.”

She squeezed him around the middle, “Do you want me to come keep you company?”

“No, well actually yes, of course I do, but no,” he gave her a rueful smile, “one of us should have enough energy to actually be a parent in the morning.”

“Ah, fair point,” she kissed his cheek, then let him go, “I suppose it’s too late for us to switch?”

“Hah, sí,” he grabbed his bucket and started making his way towards the tent’s exit, “much too late, but you have fun explaining to Octavia why she has to follow you whenever you do errands from now on.”

“Meircoles,” she muttered, getting in the bed.

Suddenly feeling much better about having to work on the cracks instead of sleeping, Bruno wished her a good night, then left her to rest up for a long day of dragging a bored six year old around the market. He hummed quietly to himself as he made his way through his room, then cut the humming short the second his door was open. Checking first to make sure the coast was clear, he tiptoed out of his room and gently closed the door behind him.

Silently, he made the short journey to the painting that hid the secret passage down to the cracks. Then, quietly, he made the long journey down to said cracks.

There were fewer of them today than there were yesterday. He wasn’t sure how to take that.

Was it because Casita spent the day before silently suffering in the heat? Where as today the house received a nice cooling shower of a pond’s worth of water?

Or maybe it was because yesterday Pepa was worried about her new baby, but today she was reassured the baby would be fine, and that her family was there for her?

Or maybe it was just because. Maybe there was no rhyme or reason. Maybe the miracle was just wearing off and he was watching it struggle to keep going. 

Leandra was right, he needed to start writing his observations down.

For the time being, he set his bucket down and got started on mixing the spackle. He had been getting better lately, when he was done, he had a bucket full of spackle that was almost the right consistency. He focused on a crack that hadn’t closed by itself for a few weeks now, ignoring the newer cracks since they might sort themselves out if he let them. With practiced almost ease, he got to work patching the cracks.

[your-mums-nuts]

Here's a fun request based off some old discussions I had with friends about Emerald City + Rosegarden. How about Emerald just being the akward third wheel to Rosegarden? So Ruby and Oscar could be having a moment but Emerald interupts it by opening a soda can.

(Thanks for the asks! Please send more! I threw in some emercury implied because ofc I did. This is also included in the emerald and Oscar farm shenanigans from the other ask you sent:) can you tell I had fun writing this? I hope you like it!)

“Pause the game”.

“Excuse me!?”.

“Emerald, pause the game, Ruby’s on the phone”.

She did pause the game, made a big show of it just to announce how pissed off she was that she even had to do it.

She muttered something about bros before hoes and Oscar didn’t even have time to blush before Ruby was chattering away at him.

“Oscar! It’s been so long, how are things with you guys? How’s your aunt? How’s Emerald? Shit! How are you?”.

He chuckled at the speed of her speech and waited a few seconds for his brain to catch up.

“Emerald is going great Ruby! She just loves listening to you two stammer your way through a conversation”. Oscar flipped her off and heard Ruby mutter something on the other end of the line, “what was that?”, he asked, still giving Emerald the finger.

“Yang wanted me to say that she’s happy someone else understands her pain”.

“Geez, we’re not that bad are we?”.

Ruby snickered into the receiver and the endearing crackling of it made his heart skip a beat or two.

“According to our older sisters, we sure are!”.

“What’re we gonna do!?”, he mocked, making a face at Emerald.

“Kill yourself”, Emerald muttered at the exact same time Ruby exclaimed, “get new sisters!”.

“Sounds like a plan!”.

“I am not going to just sit here and listen to the two of you slander my good name!”, Emerald threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Then leave”, both he and Ruby said in unison, earning him a sweet laugh from Ruby and a groan from Emerald.

“You and Mercury are just as bad, at least Ruby’s not living with me! In the house my most generous friend Oscar invited me and only me to!”.

“We don’t come separately! You knew this!”.

“Looks like you bought one and got one free”, Ruby chirped from the phone that he had forgotten he was holding, he grinned guiltily, even though she couldn’t exactly see him, and scolded himself for letting Emerald distract him from his goal. Which was to talk to Ruby.

“Hey Em, you wanna go elsewhere?”, he asked sweetly.

“Else-where?”.

“As in, somewhere else! That isn’t here!”.

“Fine, you’ve just made this room lame anyway”.

He waited until he heard her footsteps enter the hallway before returning to the matter at hand.

“Sorry about that”, he grimaced.

“Don’t apologise, not our fault our sisters don’t have lives and exist only to annoy us”.

“Yeah, but I’ve dedicated my life to getting her back for being annoying so it’s really such a vicious cycle”.

“Same, yesterday Blake was over and they were being so disgusting right in front of my salad, so I sprayed her with water”.

Oscar barked a laugh at the unexpected action.

“No it’s not even funny, I shouldn’t even be telling you”.

“Tell me!”. He demanded instantly.

“Only ‘cause your cute”.

“You can’t even see me”.

“I just have a feeling, am I wrong?”.

He huffed and tried to physically stop smiling (he couldn’t).

“Well, Mercury said I looked like a Boy Scout this morning, so I’m unsure”.

“You do, but in a cute way”.

“I hate that guy”, Oscar grumbled.

“That’s just ‘cause he’s dating your sister”.

“They’re not dating and she’s not my sister”.

He could hear her scoff through the phone, “be for real, she lives with you and calls you lil bro”.

“She actually calls me shithead, I’m only little bro in front of her beloved aunt may”.

Ruby laughed a little too hard at that, it made the phone crackle like a campfire which in turn made Oscar think of all the campfires they used to build in the war, which made him sigh with nostalgia.

“What’s wrong?”.

“Just thinking about how I miss when we were still at war, like a total dick”.

She sighed too, it was exactly like his.

“No, I know what you mean. I miss the camping and the whole… togetherness of it all”.

A moment of silence and then…

“I- I miss you”.

He sighed like it was the one thing he didn’t know he had been waiting to hear. “Yeah”, he let the words fall out of him, filter-less, “I miss you too, a lot”.

A companionable silence stretched the moment out, not unlike their many comfortable quietly moments they’d had during the war. The moments of peace, the calm before the storm.

“What? Dad cmon! Dad, it’s Oscar”, he could hear bits and pieces of some conversation taking place between Ruby and her father and subconsciously straightened his posture.

“Oscar, I’m really sorry, dad needs the phone for work. Can I call you later tonight or-“.

He heard Ruby’s dad say something like ‘not at night!’.

“-or Tomorrow morning?”.

“Tomorrow morning sounds great!”, like hell he was gonna complain about he dads rules in front of her dad.

“Okay- I’m really sorry I have to go! Bye Osca-“, she cut off, the familiar click of being hung up on rung through the silent room.

Oscar sighed, then rearranged his face so to look not totally let down. “Em!”, he called out, “we can unpause the game now!”.

“Awww Oscar”.

He jumped completely into the air, nearly screaming at how silently she’d came into the room. Picking up on his confusion, Emerald shrugged guiltily.

“I’ve been here the whole time”, and then, more seriously, “please don’t be mad at me”.

“I’m not”, he sighed. Because he really should’ve expected nothing less, it was just the dissatisfactory way he’d ended his conversation with Ruby.

“What’s wrong dude?”.

“I don’t know, nothing”.

“Okay, want me to reset the game while you mope?”. He nodded and slumped onto the couch and threw his scroll to the other side of it. Emerald pressed a few buttons and slumped right beside him.

“You wanna know something?”.

“No”.

“I’m gonna tell you anyway even though Yangs gonna fucking kill me. So like, avenge me”.

“Fine”.

“Ruby is constantly begging to use the phone. She’s even trying to get their dad to order her some fancy one from god knows where that has great storage, you know, for those long distance calls”.

He shot up from his sulking position, making hard eye contact with Emerald, “where did you hear this?”.

“Yang, duh”.

“Since when do you and Yang talk? I thought she hated you”.

“She hates Mercury, which is his business. Can you blame her for falling for my charms? Also we both have gross siblings who have gross crushes on each-other, so there’s that”.

“Be honest, why were you talking?”.

Emerald let out a long, suffering sigh, “she threatened to beat you up if you hurt Ruby, I threatened to beat Ruby and her and their little dog up if they hurt you”.

He gasped, “not Zwei!”.

Emerald stuck her fist in the air, “yes Zwei! That’s how much I love you, I’ll destroy a poor doggy”.

“I love you too”, he moved closer to her, grabbing his console and refusing to show her his own stupid grin.

[sakurachan7734]

Teenage rebellion

Chapter 4: house party

Tw: underage drinking and mentions of drug use

(do not worry nothing will be in detail) 

Melissa: so you are coming to the party tonight right?

Jackson: yea my dads said I can go because I did a big favor for them yesterday by watching my brother and sister

Melissa: good what are you going to wear?

Jackson: oh I may wear a knee length dress

Melissa: that will look hot on you

Jackson: everything looks hot on me

Melissa: true and did you tell your parents that they’re gonna be drugs at the party?

Jackson: no, I didn’t know there were

Melissa: me neither Aristotle just told me 

Jackson: ok now I know who’s gonna be there

Melissa: yeah, let’s make sure Catherine doesn’t try anything stupid or if she does, let’s just leave or go somewhere else 

Jackson: yea that b!cth goes to psycho when she doesn’t get her fix

A few hours later Jackson is getting ready

Lawrence:* from outside the room*promise me, you won’t drink or smoke or take anything someone gives you not even your friends 

Jackson: yes I know I won’t

Lawrence: don’t do anything stupid OK? I don’t wanna bail you out of jail 

Jackson: I know I won’t dad

Lawrence: good be back by 10:00pm

Jackson:* starts putting on eyeliner* ok I will remember that

Jackson finishes getting ready and uses the pocket dimension to get to Jake’s house where the party was being held 

Jake: hay you made it!

Jackson: yea this is going to be sick!

Jack: hell yeah and by the way Catherine showed up first and it’s already taken half of the drugs and drank most of the beer so my sister went to go get more

Jackson: classy Catherine 

Jackson walked into the house and sees Aristotle dancing in the living room and walks up to them

Jackson: you convinced your parents to let you go?

Aristotle: yea I’m surprised but my dads said that I had to help with the church tomorrow

Jackson: that makes sense

Aristotle: plus where did you get that dress?

Jackson: oh I stole it and me and my papa modified it a bit 

Aristotle: that makes sense and be aware of Catherine she is high and talking about kissing every boy here

Jackson: little does she know nearly everyone here is gay and don’t want her cigarettes breathe

Aristotle:* pulls Jackson in to the living room* enough of her let’s dance!

Jackson and Aristotle start dancing until Zachary and Melissa showed up 

Zachary: hay guys!

Aristotle: hay you made it!

Melissa: sorry we’re late I got us lost

Jackson: isn’t Zachary’s apartment, a few miles away from here?

Zachary: well I went to go get Melissa first

Jackson: ah ok do you guys wanna go hang out outside and smoke? Because Catherine is being annoying

Zachary: yea I have some questions anyway

Aristotle: anything inappropriate? 

Zachary: no I kinda know how everyone got their names because it’s only like one person in Aristotle in school and it’s you and I know the story behind Melissa’s and her boy bodies name is pretty funny 

Aristotle: true

Aristotle, Zachary, Melissa and Jackson, go outside onto the patio 

Jackson: so why did you name yourself Melissa?

Melissa: well I decide name this Body after a computer virus that happened in 1999 and it was a virus named Melissa that would disable a number of safeguards in word 97 and word 2000 and it caused more than $80 million in damage and hacked over 100,000 computers

Aristotle: Jesus Christ how did so many people fall for that ?

Melissa: the virus took form of a spicy email saying that it was your wife n@ked or disguising itself as an adult website

Aristotle: damn, are you planning on doing the same thing?

Melissa: no of course not I just thought the name was pretty

Aristotle: ok so Jackson how did you your brother and sister get their names?

Jackson: well my sister was named after my dad’s mother and me and Max were named after his brothers

Zachary: the very tall pale one or the walking corpse? 

Jackson: the walking corpse and how I found out that I was named after his older brother and Max was named after his younger brother is I found a picture of when my dad he was human before he got drafted of him standing in the middle of two other boys with a woman behind them I asked him about it he pointed them out to me and explain that I was named after his oldest brother and max was named after his youngest brother and Sarah was named after his mother 

Melissa: awww that’s adorable how did you find the picture

Jackson: my papa asked me to find something in his closet and I found a box of my dads old war stuff and he picture was underneath it

Aristotle: that’s adorable

Jackson: yea so how did you get your name Aristotle?

Aristotle: probably not as exciting as yours and Melissa’s but my farther liked studying famous people through history and the name Aristotle stuck out to him and decided to name me after him

Zachary: that’s still cool my dad named me Zachary after my great grandfather

Catherine: hayyy what are you all talking about?

Melissa: nothing go away Catherine

Catherine: but Samantha dared me to kiss Aristotle

Aristotle: no the f**k she didn’t

Catherine: yess she did your just nervous

Aristotle: no I’m not nobody here wants you who even invited you anyway?! 

Catherine: I live here to

Zachary: because you spend all your money on drugs? 

Catherine: no I didn’t

Jackson: go away Catherine

Catherine: finneee * stomps away*

Melissa: do we have any more oil?

Zachary: I think so you’re one who bought it and put it in the cooler 

Aristotle:* looking in the cooler* we have one left

Melissa: give it to me

Aristotle:* hands Melissa the oil* so what do you want to do?

Zachary: I don’t know maybe look around for something cool?

Jackson: no we probably get in trouble

Aristotle: says the one who set a hospital on fire

Jackson: f**k you

Melissa: let’s go back inside

Zachary: yea it’s cold out here

They all go inside

Aristotle: do you guys want to play games?

Jackson: yea I think Jake has board games upstairs for parties

Jack: we are about to play some games soon don’t worry meet everyone In the living room 

Melissa: ah ok

They all go to the living room and sit down where a movie was playing

Zachary: hay isn’t this one of the movies that your dad is in Aristotle?

Aristotle: yea he’s in a lot of very popular movies

Meg: hay Ari how does it feel to be the child of a famous and well like a doctor?

Aristotle: first of all don’t call me Ari and the having a bunch of wealth is nice but it’s annoying getting recognized everywhere I go 

Dwight: yea that dose seems to be annoying after a while

Jack: ok everyone we are going to be playing a card game

Melissa: what game?

Jack: cards against humanity does anybody wanna sit out for this?

Aristotle: me I have to leave anyway

Jack: ok see you Monday

Everyone plays a few rounds of cards against humanity until everyone went home and Zachary goes back to his apartment

Catalina: so how was the party?

Zachary: it was good

Catalina: did you do any of the things I told you not to do?

Zachary: no I didn’t

Catalina: good off to bed with you

Zachary: ok night grandma

End of chapter