#okay so like my dad left for his mom right? and i was living w my sis and mom for a while

[sukunas-wife]

First, I adore your writing! It warms my soul 🫶🏽♥️

Second, I was wondering if you could do Sukuna x Reader w/ little Yuji asking his dad to help him make a gift for Y/N for Mother’s Day. I think it would be such a cute bonding time between them 💝

Please and thank you if you choose this 🤍

Tysm 🥹 it keeps me warm at night, So does my Sukuna plushie when I don’t knock him off the bed by accident 😭 but Yes! 🥺 I know Valentines isn’t close or far but 😫 The things I’d do for him and Yuji (as a son) on Valentine’s Day 😭😭 I wanna spoil both of them with love🥹 and maybe give Sukuna another kid 🤭

But I hope you like it Little Anon 🤍

“DDAAADDDD” Yuji came running into the living room crying running with a pair of plastic scissors almost impaling his dad. “What is brat?” Sukuna didn’t look too interested, laid back on the sofa, arms behind his head, eyes closed.

“My scissors won’t cut!” He made snipping motions on the paper he was using and sukuna barely opened an eye to watch. Yuji’s already teary eyes watered up as she trembled and sniffled. Sukuna closed his eyes, “Then fold it and tear it, you don’t need scissors to cut paper.”

There Yuji stood, laying the paper on his dads stomach. Sukuna opened his eyes watching how he was crinkling it while he tried to fold it. Failing and failing until he got it right, and tearing it apart slowly, “I did it!” Sukuna had a small smile, bringing a hand to ruffled Yuji’s hair “After half an hour.” Yuji pouted, “I gotta go!” He ran to his room again and sukuna was left with his hand flopping down dragging on the floor. “Hey!” He yelled after Yuji, Yuji popped his head out the door, “yeah?” “STOP RUNNING WITH THOSE DAMN SCISSORS!” “….Okay daddy!”

Sukuna closed his eyes leaning back, he could hear the tearing of paper before he started to nap. Then there was a really loud tear and he choked hearing Yuji’s small voice “damn it!”

“Pssst… psss… pss daddy.” He tried to swat away whatever was touching his face “ddadddyyyy are you awake?….. daddy?”

“What is it now Yuji?” Sukuna didn’t open his eyes. “I needa go…” “Yu.. you have the short toilet you can go if you need to..” “noooo daddy I need to go to the store!” Sukuna sat him with a huff, “alright let’s go. Go get dressed- are we taking the bike?” Yuji's eyes had stars while he looked up at his dad. “Yeah, we’re taking the bike cmon, get ready.” Yuji ran off to his room where Sukuna heard all the sounds of Yuji ripping open the clothes drawers. Grabbing his own jacket he got ready to go out into the cold.

—————-

“Alright what are we looking for…” Sukuna received silence, “Yuji?” He snapped around and there was no Yuji. “Ah shit.”

There went Sukuna trying to speed walk around trying to find his son who he literally brought into the store a minute ago. Finally he found him, in the seasonal section stretching on his tippy toes to get a white tiger plushie that held a white and silver box with a costume glass pearl necklace and earrings. “…what are you doing…?” “Wan it for mommy.” He gave up looking down and pointing at the plushie. Sukuna sighed, “Why do you want it for mom brat it’s not her birthday.” “Because it’s white day daddy! I have to get something for mommy!” He threw his hands up like it was the most obvious thing, unbeknownst to him the entire world was coming crashing down on his dad at that moment.

“I..it’s what?” “White day Daddy! Now hurry, I need that bear!” He went back to jumping and trying to grab it before Sukuna grabbed it shoving it under his arm, and picking up Yuji stuffing him under his other arm, “We gotta hurry-“ Yuji bounced around under Sukuna’s arm while he ande his way to the register, “wait!” Sukuna came to a stop “what?!” “Can I get candy?” Yuji pointed at the candy aisle and Sukuna turned his side to the aisle so Yuji could get what he wanted, “okay… WAIT NO” he grabbed a second candy, “I’m ready.” Sukuna let out heh noise before rushing back to the register, “I gotta pick something up at the shops so we gotta be fast hold on.”

————-

Yuji was standing on a chair at the kitchen table looking at the white Box his dad picked up. “What’s inside?” Sukuna who was focusing on spilling the glitter Yuji wanted on his card was holding his breath to not blow everywhere. Finally he sat up taking a breath, “a gift for your mom, cmon, you wanted to put your hand on this card right?”

“Mhmm!” Yuji hummed running around the table to his dads side barely peeking over the edge, “got the paint?” … “mm…no, gotta find it” Yuji trailed after his dad on the way to his room where they started looking in the closet, in the toy box, under the bed. “Where’s y/n put everything???” Sukuna was knelt face pressed against the floor flashing under Yuji’s bed with his phone’s flash light.

“Oh oh! Top shelf! Mommy doesn’t let me touch the top shelf.” He watched his push a chair over the book shelf and jump in the chair grabbing a thin box, “I touch it anyways.” He smiled proudly and Sukuna just smirked “Oh you little devil mommy would be so disappointed to know her precious little boy plays with the paint when she’s not home.”

Yuji threw the box up, “Please don’t tell mommy! I’ll never do it again!” Sukuna laughed when Yuji started to tear up, “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t tell mommy we ran that red light earlier, grab em and let’s go.” Yuji nodded like he was on a mission, “Kay.”

——

“Daddy you put your hand on first,” Sukuna sighed but pressed his hand into the Paper Yuji worked so hard to cut earlier. “Now let me see your hand Yu, gonna ink you up.”

Yuji laughed uncontrollably at the feeling of the brush on his fingers and palm which lead to Sukuna tickling him. Yuji was laughing until he turned red and started wheezing. Sukuna tried to brush Yuji’s hair back until he smudged him with paint. He cleared his throat to not laugh at Yuji, when he finally sat up catching his breath.. “My hands dry.”

Sukuna snickered, “alright, do it this time.” He carefully painted Yuji’s hand, guiding him to make the print right in the middle of Sukuna’s hand print. “Done!”

He turned to his dad in his lap and placed his hands on his cheeks squishing his face, “Thank you daddy, i love you.” Yuji was smiling, Sukuna smiled and nuzzled his nose against Yuji’s before pressing his lips to the top of his head making a dramatic muah sound making Yuji go “eewww” while laughing. Sukuna laughed while Yuji stared at his face, “I wanna look like daddy.” Which led to the two spending the next hour painting Yuji’s face to have the same inked lines his daddy did. 🥹

———

When you came home you found Sukuna and Yuji in the kitchen. Sukuna was telling Yuji about his “top secret” frying technique and Yuji was standing on a chair looking at the stove watching every move not wanting to miss anything. “mhm mhm” he had no idea what was going on while his dad was talking. You took their picture before Yuji finally turned around “Mommy!” He got so happy slowly sliding off the seat to run over to you, “Happy White day! We got you something!”

“Aww baby you didn’t have too.” Picking him up and kissing him all over he squealed in delight. Setting him down you walked over to Sukuna, he turned to kiss you when he felt you moving in to kiss his cheek. He had that smug smile when you smiled wrinkling your nose at him.

“Look, we made the bag too.” You watched Yuji’s little chubby legs and hands pop around the bag his face hidden behind the wrinkled tissue paper, “Aww its so pretty.” You took the bag from him, it was a white party bag in Yuji’s hand writing with gold marker “we lov you momy.” Covering your smile with your hand you looked at Yuji, “Did it all by myself.” Sukuna tsked “Sure ya did brat, went to the store too and used your whole five dollars too, hm?”

Yuji stuck his tongue out at his dad, “You didn’t give em back so I did pay!” You shook your head smiling when you opened the box, pulling out a white paper card, Sukuna moved closer resting his chin on your shoulder and Yuji pushed up a chair. The was Yuji’s handwriting “We lov you momy” and a wobbly drawn heart. Under it he wrote his name and Sukuna signed his name with a little note “I Love you more ;).” When you opened it it was so cute that you knew Yuji had to have forced Sukuna to do it. Sukuna’s hands were painted red in the shape of a heart, inside were yuji little hands painted white to make a smaller heart.

There was the note in Sukuna’s Handwriting, “These are my hands and with them I will take yours to have and to hold, to love and cherish till death do us part.”

Then there was Yuji’s cute little note, “I know you wipe some away, but these prints were made to stay, So keep them forever, a treasure they'll be, A special I LOVE YOU for you from me.”

The rest of the card was decorated in gold and silver glitters dots and squiggles. Little hand drawn hearts from Sukuna and Yuji. Most of the glitter ended up on the white tiger plushie Yuji ended up taking to sleep with that night 🥹😭

Later that night when Ryo and You were in the room getting ready to sleep when he spoke up. “Sorry we didn’t take you out anywhere fancy. Kinda lost track of time with everything going on…” he paused and you just turned to look at him, “It’s not an excuse but I did get you this.”

You walked over standing between his legs taking the white box from him. He hugged your waist pressing his face against your tummy, you rested your elbows on his shoulders and he heard your small laugh. “I think this was more for you then it was for me.”

You dropped the box next to him holding up the lingerie set. It was white satin with gold hip and shoulder straps covered in crystals. The back of the panties had been customised to say “Ryomen”, all topped off with one of those dramatic lacey robes with even more dramatic feathery cuffs and edges.

He smiled up at you from your tummy with lidded eyes, “maybe…” he kissed your tummy before squeezing your sides. You out a hand on his head brushing his hair back, he had that smug smile that gave you Yuji a few years ago, “So what do you say we really make this a white day?”

Tag: @sad-darksoul @cyder-puff @satorisgirl @bontensbabygirl @lupita97lm @queen-luna-007 @sakuxxi @mercymccann @simpforyoubitch @certainduckanchor @domainofmarie @najiiix @bakugou-katsukis-wife @amitiel-truth @souyasplushie @mylovelessnightmare

[moonlightisdancing]

Like A Virgin/ j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI practically smut w no plot, mentions arguing/drinking/parental issues, sneaking out, consumption of weed, pure awkwardness, some fluff, oral sex (m+f receiving), loss of virginity (m+f), penetrative unprotected sex

as always please lmk if anything’s missed

inspired by my dear nick & this song

a/n: sorry if this is kinda cheesy/short/whatever… just needed to write a virgin jake fic

——————🌸——————

“Yeah, maybe we can hang out this summer!”

Those were the last words you’d hear from Jake Kiszka after graduation as he scribbled his phone number and a smiley face next to his picture in your yearbook. He must have known you had a small crush on him that may or may not have developed during senior year calculus after some group work.

His number was saved to your contacts that day but it wasn’t until August came around before you ever texted him, but he wasn’t your first thought. You knew he lived relatively close to you, one block to the left and over the train tracks, all the way at the end of the street. Meanwhile, you only lived a block away from your best and really only friend, Kiera, so she’s who you’d spend most your time with.

Today has been the longest day of your life. A screaming match with your mom over the gap year you decided on last minute, your dad drinking again, an entire summer of pent up anger bouncing around the walls of your home had finally bursted at the seams. You spent all night crying, your mind traveling to the darkest of places. It just felt like you needed a hug, for someone to hold you and tell you it would all be okay.

“Hello?”

It took five rings before Kiera answered her phone. In her defense it was roughly two in the morning and you should have been asleep, too.

“Kiera? I-I could really use your company if you can.” The sobbing hadn’t stopped, the words barely coming out.

“Y/n… My parents won’t let me out this late, you know that.”

“Even if I walk there? I-Kiera, I just need a hug or a blunt, something. And I don’t know anyone else.”

“Well, you know Jake, and his mom’s much nicer than mine.” She sounded irritated but you knew she was trying her best to be patient.

“I haven't talked to him since grad, I can’t just hit him up.”

“Just text him? He posted on Snapchat like fifteen minutes ago and he lives right there.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But what if he thinks-”

“Just do it and let me know, okay? I love you, good night.” She hung up before you could even respond.

Breathe, Y/n, it’s fine, everything is fine.

You: Heyyy Jake it’s Y/n

Jake K: Hey stranger, what’s up?

You: So super awkward, but I’m in desperate need of a blunt and a hug

Jake K: Done and done. Remember where I live?

You: Yeah

Jake K: Come on by, porch lights on

How could you forget where he lived? Sure, you went once for Jake and Josh’s graduation party, but after learning how close your highschool crush lived to you, you’d never forget. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and splashed your face with cool water in attempts to bring down your swollen red eyes. A little bit of deodorant and some perfume would be the finishing touches before returning to your room. You couldn’t leave through the front door, the dogs would bark and it would add one more thing to the list of arguments yet to be had. It doesn’t matter you’re eighteen, as long as you lived under your parent’s roof, it was their rules. You opened your window and climbed out, using the junction box outside your window for leverage.

It takes eleven minutes to walk from your house to Jake’s, where he’s already standing on his front porch waiting for you. He’s in basketball shorts, slip on Vans and a pullover hoodie, and somehow he still looks good as ever. You weren’t half way up his driveway before he began walking towards you with his arms wide open. At graduation he only offered an awkward side hug, so this sure was new to say the least. Jake wraps both his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest. You inhale his scent, he just smells like home. Not yours, most likely his, but home with a hint of worn off cologne. Your heart begins racing a lot faster than you want to admit as he holds you until you let go.

“Shall we?” He asks in a deep silly voice as he leads you through the gate to his backyard. There was a firepit in the middle of some chairs and a cute little picnic table off to the side. You follow him towards the mahogany stained wood and sit across from him. The only light was that of the full moon washing over everything in a blue tint.

“Do you know how to roll?” Jake asks as he empties the contents of his pockets on the table.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head.

“S’okay, I can show you.” Jake turns the flashlight from his phone on, handing it to you to hold. He walks you through the process, admittedly you paid more attention to the way his fingers moved than the actual task itself.

You watch as his tongue parts his lips and licks across the blunt, sealing the weed inside. Jake reaches for his phone, his fingers brushing gently against your knuckles. The two of you stand awkwardly from the table, the moonlight illuminating Jake’s soft features.

“C’mere, I know a spot.” He holds his empty hand out towards you and waits until you place your palm in his. Jake guides you to the side of his house and down a tiny path that leads to a creek. There resides an old metal bench that Jake directs you towards. He places the blunt between his plush pink lips and brings the lighter to the end, the red hot cherry casting a golden hue against his cheek bones. A couple silent puff, puff, passes happen before you speak.

“I’m sorry I didn’t text you sooner. Life’s just been kinda…” You trailed off.

“Hey, don’t apologize,” He shifts to face you, bringing his one leg up. “We’re here now, that’s what matters.”

More silence occured as the blunt was worked down to nothing, but the silence was comfortable. You didn’t want to talk about your problems and ruin the safe bubble that naturally surrounded Jake’s existence, opting to ask him about his plans instead.

“So, is the band doing good or are you gonna go to college?” You ask, matching his stance by turning to face him.

“Band’s going places, I think. I dunno, gotta wait for Sammy and Danny to finish school, then we’ll really know. You?”

“Taking a gap year, but who knows? Maybe I could be some rockstar’s girlfriend.” Sheesh, the weed had you feeling ballsy.

“Yeah, maybe.”

The comfortable silence had now grown awkward as you struggled to even look in Jake’s direction.

“You should hear me play some time. I-I mean if you wanted to I can right now.” Jake stumbles over his words, presumably a mix of anxiousness and marijuana.

“Sure, yeah, that sounds good.” You nod and stand at the same time Jake does, taking his hand once again as he held it out for you. His palms feel warm and clammy, usually you’d be off put but his nervousness is endearing.

He opens the little side door to the garage and flicks on the light. It smells very garage-y, the whirring of the fluorescent lights really tying it together. He walks to the opposite side and grabs his acoustic guitar before suggesting you sit on the couch next to him.

“We’ve been working on this one for a little bit, it’s called Flower Power.”

He plays chords to a song you hadn’t heard, singing chunks of lyrics alike. It was a beautiful song nonetheless, maybe even one you’d listen to on your own accord.

“Wow, she must be a lucky girl.”

“Think so? Why’s that?” Jake giggled as he discarded his guitar. He flicked on a lava lamp before shutting the flourecent light off and returning awfully close beside you.

“Are you kidding me? If someone wrote that about me, said that to me?! I think every girl wants to be loved that way.”

“Yeah?” He laughed again, shaking his head.

“Yes!”

“And what if I told you someone did?”

“What?” Your cheeks flamed red, matching the color of the lamp beside you.

“That’s your song, Y/n.” Jake reaches his hand out to yours again for the third time tonight, this time interlocking his fingers with yours.

“Mine?”

Jake nodded before some force pulled the two of you together, your lips crashing into his. After months of wondering what he tasted like, the flavor of weed and spearmint on his lips was one you’d never forget. The kissing grew quickly heated as Jake’s hands found purchase on your hips, his knee planted between yours as he hovered over you. You found yourself rutting your hips up against his as he did the same, the feeling of his hardening length against your clothed center driving you places you’d never been. The kissing led to shirts being removed, ultimately leaving you in your bra and underwear, Jake in his shorts.

“What d’ya wanna do?” He whispered between kisses, his hands migrating to your breasts.

“Um, not sure… I’ve never-”

“No, me either, it’s okay.”

“I can- do you want head?”

“You okay with that?”

“Yeah,”

Jake sat beside you again as you stood between his legs, lowering yourself to your knees. You’d never given head before, or done anything along these lines. Your body filled with an unfamiliar sensation as you progressed, dipping your fingers past the waistband of his shorts and boxers. His length sprung straight up and your eyes widened at the sheer size of him. Never would you have thought he’d pack so much heat. You gently wrap one hand around the base of his cock, slowly stroking his length as you work your lips over his blushed tip. You watched a few videos here and there to sort of have a general idea, trying to remember anything from those as you bobbed your head up and down. Jake’s hands cupped either side of your face as he moaned and whined before grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Is this okay?”

“Mhm.” You hummed with him in your mouth, his dick twitching in response.

“Can I give you head?” He asks, lifting you from his length. You nod eagerly as Jake laid you down on the sofa, kicking off his shorts and boxers. He kisses up the inside of your thighs before hovering over your center. You’re embarrassed by the polka dot cotton panties you wore, but he doesn’t seem to care as he tucks his fingers into the elastic waist. He looks up at you and waits for approval before pulling them down your thighs, tossing them amongst his.

It’s a matter of seconds before his tongue begins exploring you alongside his fingers. Jake’s mouth marries perfectly against your aching bud as he switches between flicking his tongue and sucking. His fingers tease your entrance as he finally pushes a finger in, his mouth continuing its task. You watch him grind his hips against the cushions, his groans growing louder the faster his mouth and fingers move.

“Jake?” You whine, writhing under his touch.

“Hm?” He pulls away, staring at you with his soaked chin and lips.

“Do you wanna have sex?” Bold. The weed was giving you all the courage you could ask for.

“I don’t know where there’s a condom.” He kneels on the cushions in front of you, stroking his length.

“You don’t have one like in your wallet?”

“Why would- I’m a virgin.”

“Right, sorry.” It was kind of implied earlier, but hearing the words leave his mouth felt foreign. It truly astounded you that he was a virgin. People said he got around a lot, it was one of the reasons you felt you had no chance.

“Maybe just the tip? Just to feel?” He shrugged, placing his hands on your knees.

“Yeah… But what if it feels too good? And we wanna keep going?”

“Pull out?”

You knew that was almost always a bad idea, but you let yourself think with the wrong head as you agreed to the idea. Jake pushes your knees apart and slowly brings his hips forward, the pillowy head of his cock rubbing against you. You reach a hand down and situate him at your entrance, bringing your legs up to ease him in. Jake places his hands against the armrest of the couch above your head, his chest hovering over your face as he slowly introduces his length.

“More.” You begged through a breathy moan, wincing as he did exactly as you asked. Jake feeds his entire length inside, his thighs flush against yours as you both revel in the feeling.

“Fuck, this is so… You feel so good.” Jake places a kiss on the top of your head before trailing his mouth down to yours.

The pain of his thick cock stretching your tight pussy quickly subsides as he begins slowly moving his hips back and forth, his lacking rhythm quickly being found. His lips remain on yours, only pulling away from time to time to check if you were okay. Your nails find a home digging into his back each time his hips crashes into yours. With each thrust came the familiar warmth washing over your body causing you to tighten around Jake.

“Are you close?”

“Yeah,” You respond, hardly able to breathe.

“Suck for me, baby.” Jake brings his middle and index finger to your lips, pushing them into your mouth. After you coat his digits with your saliva, Jake brings them to your clit, rubbing circles over your bud. That only brings you closer to your orgasm, one that feels more powerful than any other. The pleasure that rips through you simply could never be replicated by your own fingers again.

“Jake, fuck, mm,” Your moans begin to sound like cries as your body shakes beneath his.

“S’okay, I got you, pretty girl.” He brings his hand back up, wrapping his arms behind your back as he hugs you to his chest. “I’m gonna cum, too.” Jake removes himself from your aching pussy, resting his cock on your belly as he lowers himself and begins thrusting again. It takes seconds for his hot release to paint your skin, being spread by his weight against yours.

“So do you wanna be a rockstar’s girlfriend?” He asks kissing up and down your neck, occasionally sucking on your sensitive skin.

“I would love to.”

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 13 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: took me so so long, but I think the wait was worth it. 😭 let me know what you think, love u!😉

W/C: 4.072

part twelve

"Okay, is there anything left for me to do?"

I raise my head, looking up at my dad from my phone. The stack of papers on the dining table immediately giving me a headache.

"Are you asking me, dad? Or are you talking to yourself?" I ask, getting up from my position on the couch to see what his mid-life crisis is about.

"Myself.." He replies, bringing the ugly ceramic mug I’d decorated at the age of five up to his mouth.

The blue cursed-looking unicorn, with the biggest red eyes staring back at me, makes me clear my throat.

I mean, even I would have thrown that thing away after my child forgot about it.

"What are you doing?" I ask, leaning forward to flip through the stacks of paper.

Poor trees...

"Stop messing with them, y/n. They are important documents for work.."

I hum in understanding, holding my hands up in surrender.

"You're really killing off nature with these.." I add, scratching my itchy nose.

"Will you please go and do something useful, sweetheart?"

I sigh, instead of walking away, I sit down next to him. Turning to him with a smile on my face.

"Give me something useful I can do.." I ask, giving him a sickly sweet smile.

I hear him chuckle, his hand coming to rub my shoulder, before he points to the stack of papers on his left.

"The other documents I’d rather not have you go through.."

He reaches for the papers, placing them in front of me.

"Can you sort these in chronological order? It's images of camera footage, date and time are on the top right."

"Sure, dad.." I agree, flipping through the black-and-white printed images. Curiosity raised at what I'm seeing.

An individual, with more of a masculine frame standing outside of a huge, luxurious house.

Dressed in- from what I can make out to be, a black t-shirt, along with the ugliest pair of jorts I have ever seen.

"Where is this from? New case?"

"Bellingham's case." He replies curtly, writing something down on his notepad.

It was astonishing how anyone could read his handwriting.

Were lawyers second in 'the most unreadable handwriting' competition, next to doctors?

I raise my brows at his answer, interest peaked suddenly. I look around the house, as if Jude would pop up like some ‘Bloody Mary’ game if called out for three times- but I remember he is out tonight, enjoying his break from training at fuck-knows-where.

"Footage from the break-in?"

"Yes, honey- any more questions?" He glances at me for a moment, raising a single brow in question.

"No, not really..." I say, eyes flying to the date and time.

I only recognize the date as the first match we played in the Champions League this season, back in September at Bernabéu.

The dates do match up, and when I continue flipping through the images. Seeing more and more images of different dates, with more damage done to the home, makes me gasp.

How did Jude and his mom even live here for many more months after the first incident?

I feel goosebumps rise up on my skin at the thought of feeling unsafe in my own home. Had I known how terrifying the things that happened to Jude were, I wouldn’t have been such an asshole when he first arrived.

My stupid mouth and I...

I shake my head as if to remove my thoughts, taking a deep breath before quickly sorting and stacking the images correctly.

If I had known sooner, maybe I could have been more civil towards my unwanted roommate..

"Girl, turn the lights on. I literally cannot see a single thing." Amira complains, smacking her bubblegum in the loudest way possible.

"I hate winter. Seriously, why does it get dark so early?.." I complain, hurrying over to switch the light on in my bedroom.

"Stop complaining and do a twirl for me.." She says, placing her phone against something stable, so she can see me properly.

"Oh, sure your majesty.." I mock, chuckling at her, before doing a 360.

"You look so damn good. I swear, if you don't take a man home-"

"It's a party- or event , full of my colleagues. I can't be a hoe tomorrow night.."

"If you wanted, you would.." I watch her smirk, before she runs a hand down her dark locs.

"We can do that when you're visiting next time.."

"Can't- I have a man." I hear her chuckle, and definitely don't miss the sound of another, deeper laugh in the background.

"Oh, great thanks for reminding me. Hey Trent, stop listening in on us.." I say sternly, leaning in towards the screen.

"He's not listening in. He is on the phone with Jude.."

Oh, fuck, great.

I turn towards my door, praying Jude or Trent wouldn't be too loud on the phone.

At this point, I was surprised that the jig wasn't up yet.

Amira already knew about it, of course. I just hoped Trent didn't.

I mean, it would be foolish to think that Jude and I could keep our secret to ourselves. But for once, I trusted he would keep his mouth shut about us living together.

Everyone knows that men gossip more than women. They could know the most intricate details of the juiciest drama you'll ever come across, and never utter a single word about it until you ask about it directly.

"Trent's gone, now speak. Why do you look like you're sweating buckets?"

"I feel sick, like- my stomach hurts.." I begin, struggling to take my dress off.

"Maybe you got your period?" She suggests, using the screen to watch herself dot the pinkest liquid blush on her cheekbones.

"No, my Clue app says I'm getting my period in six days.." I reply, hanging my dress back into the closet. Then, I grab my pajama set, pulling the comfy clothes on quickly.

"You're probably nervous about tomorrow.." She mumbles, fidgeting with the lamp next to her, before blending the blush seamlessly into her foundation.

"What could I possibly be nervous about? I've been going for like two years, since I became eighteen.." I flop onto my bed, cuddling my soft pillow against my body.

My thoughts wander for a moment, something close to déjà vu washing over me.

"It's the butterflies.."

I snap my head back towards my phone, pulling a confused face.

"For?.."

"For Jude- You have butterflies in your stomach for Jude!" She screams unnecessarily loudly, making me drop my phone onto my bed.

I gasp, retrieving my phone from the mattress, looking back at her with wide eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Dude, he's literally across the hallway!" I exclaim, burying my head into my pillows.

"He probably heard you!" I cry out, giving her a middle finger.

"Exactly my intentions! I swear, everybody in the fucking world knows he wants you at this point. I've never seen two people in this much denial before."

"I literally don't know what to do with myself, thanks for emphasizing that.."

"How long is it going to take for you to be honest with yourself? Another six months, yeah? You like him, come on. You like him.."

"I haven't liked anyone since high school.."

"Let's not bring high school love into this. You were sixteen, should’ve been worried about GCSE's instead..."

"Okay, let me do a little magazine quiz for you.." I watch her spray her fixing spray onto her face.

She dries her face with a small fan, before leaning in and looking at me with a serious expression.

"Go ahead.." I groan, sitting up properly.

"What do you think of when you see him?"

"I don't know? 'There he is again'?" I answer stupidly, looking at her. I watch her cover her mouth, probably disappointed with my reply.

"Okay- let's try this. Imagine, tomorrow, you see him in a suit, tie all of that-  dresssed up nicely, with his hair freshly cut. He smells like the sexiest cologne you have ever smelled. No 'Doir, Sauvage' shit- think 'Tom Ford, Oud Wood'.."

The rest of whatever the fuck she says doesn't register in my brain, but the heat slowly pooling into my body, down my stomach and thighs, tells me enough.

It tells me too much.

I’m fucked, done for.

A lost cause.

I need an exorcism..

"I'm ready!" I shout, taking one quick look in the mirror, before grabbing my handbag off my bed.

I stuff a powderpuff, some lip products, and my phone into my bag and rush down the stairs.

"Come on, honey. It's one thing to be late- another thing for me to be late to the event I'm co-hosting.." My dad says, already standing at the front door, navy blue suit making him look handsome.

"Ready! What do you think?" I ask him, pointing to my dress and heels.

"You look very beautiful. I did not think you'd wear such a daring colour.."

I know what he wants to say. ‘You look just like your mother’, but ignore those thoughts.

I shrug at him, glancing in the mirror again. The scarlet-red dress clinging to my skin is just the right amount of sexy and chic.

Of course, I had to go for a mini dress, ignoring my dad's wishes, because I could and I'm an adult.

I adjust my silver necklace, watching it glisten in the overhead light.

"Come on, y/n. Enough admiring.."

I nod, quickly walking behind him into the car.

I buckle my seatbelt, the mix of my dad's cologne and my perfume overwhelming me for a second.

"Wait? Where's Jude? Is he not attending?" I look at my dad, watching him pull out of the driveway.

"He will attend, but he said he would arrive with his teammates. He didn’t want to inconvenience us."

Inconvenience?

What did he mean with that?

I mean, we had not spoken properly for days- but inconvenience?

Am I overthinking things?

"Come and grab a drink with me.." Lina says, grabbing my wirst to pull me towards the cocktail- or in this case, mocktail bar.

Due to the discouragement of the players drinking alcohol, mid-season- it was the upmost important for this party to only offer non-alcoholic drinks.

And considering what had happened last time I was drunk- I wasn't complaining, at all..

The party had started two hours ago, though a little formal. We made the most out of it, while dancing along with the beautiful live music. The clock would strike twelve in a little, indicating the beginning of a new year.

Something about New Year’s Eve made me incredibly emotional at times. Maybe, it was the realization of life going faster than I thought- or maybe, it was some resentment I held against the negative things that happened in the year.

Even so, I tried to make the most of this party every year. Dancing wholeheartedly, tasting the food the chefs had worked so hard on, drinking the delicious drinks made by the bartenders.

"I'm going to get a Negroni- How about you?" Lina asks, wrapping her arm around mine as we walk towards the bar.

"I don't know- maybe I’ll just ask for a recommendation.." I speak, looking over at her. Her black dress hugging her figure as our high heels click against the floor.

"Oh, look who's here too.." She says, motioning ahead with her eyes and chin.

I follow her gaze, furrowing my brows in confusion. My eyes land on a couple of the football team players, all looking happy as they order their drinks one by one.

"Oh.." I mouth, lips pulling back into a straight line as I spot Jude next to them.

And of course, just like my dear best friend had described last night. He is dressed in a sleek, black suit matched with a crispy white shirt.

I watch him interact with his teammates, unconsciously staring at him as we near the bar.

His pearly white teeth show as the corners of his eyes crinkle, probably laughing at something funny one of the guys said.

I almost gasp out loud when he turns around, my eyes moving down to see the deep red handkerchief, placed neatly in the pocket of his suit.

Why in heaven's name- did we match?

I lean against the bar by instinct, drawing my attention back to the bartender who's standing in front of me. Eyes darting to the menu, of course- to only see non-alcoholic options.

Maybe, I did need a different type of drink.

'I'll have a Negroni, please.." I hear Lina say, and look at her for a moment before turning back to the bartender. Trying to ignore the fact that I can feel a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of my head. 

What was that called again?

Scopaesthesia?

Whatever it's called, there should be a name for someone's warmth too- because Jude probably could feel the heat radiating off my body at this point, even if he isn’t standing that close to me..

"And what would this beauty like?”

I stand up straight at the words, looking at the smiling bartender.

I give him a soft, appreciative smile back, enjoying his non-creepy way of delivering a compliment, and quickly ask for a recommendation.

As y/n speaks to the bartender, he laughs back, leaning in to whisper something into her ear. It earns a chuckle from her, making her lean against the bar again.

Unaware of his own body language, Jude tightens his grip on his glass. His jaw twitches, and he turns away from the scene, scoffing to himself before taking a gulp of his drink.

His body tensing up does not go unnoticed by his friends slash teammates. He gets a pat on the shoulder from Dani, making him relax for a moment.

"Loosen up, brother. Have some fun.." Eduardo speaks, giving him his signature smile while clinking his full glass with Jude's.

Jude nods, walking closer towards the crowd of his teammates, trying his absolute best to remove his brown eyes from the girl.

The girl his brain has not stopped thinking about, ever since that drunken night..

From the way she looked, spoke, dressed- he was infatuated with her.

And tonight?

The sexy red dress, hugging her body- showing skin-

He is fucked, absolutely fucked, especially when he realizes how clammy his hands are.

The normally confident and playful Jude vanishes for a moment. He's acting like a lovesick teenage boy, too nervous to ask his crush out for prom.

The hour passes painfully slow, with the both of them sneaking glances at each other every other minute. Their friends notice, of course, smirks on their faces as they realize how clueless they are.

Young love shouldn't be this complicated, they think, wanting to push them towards each other already. Tired of the back and forth they were a part of these past months. The patience they had was running low, even though it wasn't anything harming or hurting them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please!" A sharp, ear-piercing sound echos from the microphone, booming out of the speakers.

The speaker is none other than a Real Madrid executive, standing next to the chic, wealthy woman, is y/n’s father.

The entire venue’s attention turns to the two individuals, conversations and laughter cut off immediately.

"Just like every year since our successful partnership with Mr. l/n. We thank you for being here at our annual New Year's event!"

The room answers with happy and loud cheers, some clapping along in agreement. An interesting mix of almost all the athletes signed to Real Madrid, their hardworking staff, and not to forget, esteemed lawyers from the law firm.

"We will enter the new year in ten minutes! Please enjoy the rest of your night!"

As if on cue, the room goes back to their own conversation. And the restless, nervous wreck y/n immediately turns around to visit the bar again, asking the bartender for another one of the drinks he'd made for her earlier.

She didn't even remember what it was called. All she tasted and saw were strawberries- which meant that the bright pink, iced drink was good enough.

She grabs the drink off the counter, thanking the bartender, before turning around to return to her friends.

She looks down to watch her step, high heels starting to hurt her feet, as she tries to walk without tripping, making her forget to watch where she’s going.

Before the girl is aware of it, her body collides with a harder one. Glass in her han, tipping over, the pink drink splashing all over a white, crispy shirt.

y/n gasps, eyes widening in horror. Looking up from the disaster, she makes eye contact with a shell-shocked Jude. His own, brown eyes widening impossibly wider than hers.

Covering her mouth, she places the glass on a small, round bar table next to her, turning to him wordlessly.

"Oh- I, umh.." She stutters, sweat practically visible on her temples at this point.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She thinks, multiple thoughts running through her head like Usain-fucking-Bolt..

With only one brain-cell working in between them, and their hearts beating like crazy. She grabs his hand, pulling him off the dance floor- into a small closet, behind the stage. Away from the peering eyes and cameras at the event.

She turns away from him, closing the door, before locking it. Ensuring no one would walk into this disaster of a sight.

"Take it off.." She begins, speaking without thought. Reaching for a roll of paper towels, ripping off a stack of them before starting to dab away the moisture from his now pink-stained-shirt.

Her eyes dart up, lips parting slightly as Jude shrugs off his jacket, throwing it to the side.

The dim light flickers in the small, suffocating room. She halts the hurried dabbing, making eye contact with an equally entranced Jude.

"Sorry.." y/n whispers, breath hitting his plump lips. Her hand moves up again, rolling some more of the paper towel around her hand, before wiping off the excess moisture again.

Jude's body stiffens, particularly his abdomen. He takes a sharp breath, looking down at the flustered girl.

For some reason, a sudden switch flips inside of him. He sighs, eyes roaming up and down her form, a warm, but burning feeling settling in his stomach.

He decides to move for a moment, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. It causes y/n to freeze up this time, her body going rigid as she watches him expose his arms.

Even in the dim light, his muscles protrude, along with the bulging veins running down his forearms.

"Fucking hell.." He says in a low voice, unbuttoning the top buttons of his ruined shirt, making the girl’s eyes widen again.

"What- What are you doing?" She asks, heart almost exploding due to the pace it’s beating at.

"I'm burning up in this room.." He replies, making direct eye contact with her, as he fidgets with the white buttons.

Revealing more, and more skin..

It's like he's dropped the nervousness within seconds. Looking into her eyes while fixing the collar of his shirt.

Even though it takes him approximately ten seconds, to the girl in front of him- the moment is dragged out horribly long and in slow motion.

Her breath hitches at the delicious sight, and she gulps while looking up at him.

Deeply entranced in the tension filled- sensual moment, she drops the wet, used paper towels mindlessly onto the floor.

The lights flicker once again, making her eyes squint as she takes him in.

No doubt, the image will be burned into her infatuated mind from now on. Gnawing at her sanity and logical thinking.

Of course, he smells good. So damn good, the perfect mix of musk and powdery cologne.

Not only is the sight delicious, but the smell is too.

The loud music outside of the small enclosed space continues, the crowd singing along to the chorus of a well-known song.

She looks down for a second, trying to collect her thoughts before she says something completely unhinged.

"Jude.." She whispers, heart beating erratically in his chest. y/n can feel her hands shake, her legs trembling in her high heels.

Their breaths mingle as they look into each other's eyes. A silence settling in between them after she says his name.

Jude's veins practically burst at the sound of his name leaving her lips. His eyes dart to the perfectly glossed lips that say his name so sweetly, so softly..

His mind goes dizzy at the sound. Wanting to hear it over, and over again. Loving the sound most ardently..

A soft groan leaves his mouth, and he traces her beautiful features with his eyes, until he makes eye contact with her, again.

"We should leave this place. The countdown is about to begin.." She whispers the only words she can think of saying, breath shaky and faint.

Jude does not answer with words, but his eyes do dart towards the door. Ears perking up as he hears the familiar countdown begin.

"Twenty!" The crowd exclaims, happiness and excitement buzzing throughout the venue- except in the small room they are in.

"Jude!" She says again, voice a little more stable than before. She raises her left hand, pulling on the hem of his now- untucked shirt.

He snaps his head back at her, watching the soft skin in between her brows pinch together in frustration.

"y/n.." He whispers back, head leaning closer against hers. Making her grip on his shirt grow tighter. Skin on her knuckles tightening from the strength she's using.

"What?" She asks, voice fiery sharp, and impatient. Emotions making her eyes glisten, along with the jewelry adorning her neck and ears in the light.

Though, the tension is high and suffocating- Jude grins suddenly, plump lips stretching as he leans in closer. His own eyes, now with a hint of playfulness in them, roaming around her face.

"Ten!" They hear the crowd exclaim, continuing to cheer and laugh together.

"What?" She says again, lifting her chin up to look him in the eyes. Her breath hitches at the playful expression on his face, like he's an imminent danger to her heart and lungs.

"You're the most annoying fucking person I have ever met.." He speaks, with no real malice in his tone. A chuckle leaves his mouth, soft breaths hitting her lips.

y/n's heart stutters at his words, and the change of emotion in her eyes makes him go absolutely crazy.

"Fuck, and I love that. I love you, y/n.." He breathes, his hand cupping her jaw.

He watches her face intently, watching her blink multiple times, before her hand travels from the hem of his shirt to his unbuttoned collar.

She wraps her hand around the fabric, pulling him closer with a small jank. Wetting her lips with her tongue, she speaks again.

"Then fucking kiss me, you annoying douche bag.."

The words leave her mouth in a fluid, rehearsed way, and she loses herself in his deep eyes.

"Three!"

"Fucking gladly.." He mutters, both of their eyes fluttering shut as his hand moves over to the small of her back impatiently.

"Happy New Year!"

Their lips brush against each other, her hands gripping onto his shirt with a vice-like grip.

Her breath hitches at first, making him chuckle cockily against her lips. His hand supporting her jaw in the most tender way possible, as his thumb rubs against the softness of her cheek.

The soft press of their lips touching make their hearts flutter.

Realizing there is no point of return from this, the feathery touches turn into heated, greedy ones.

The rush of adrenaline makes them lose their self-control, an unstoppable, alluring feeling injected into their veins as they continue soaking in the moment, until they part for air.

Their ragged pants brush against each other's faces, a small smile pulling at her lips. Eyes finding each other again, as their hearts beat in unison.

Jude stares into her eyes, thumb running down her jaw, as he smiles back at her.

"Beautiful. You're beautiful.."

[sturniolos-blog]

a matt oneshot where estrella is 14 and has her first panic attack

First Panic Attack - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - anxiety, panic attack, this made me sad for ellaaaa, cute after, sorta short, swearing, angst, also sorta same storyline as my last fic

—————————

8:37pm

“Well i don’t know what you want me to tell you, Matt. It’s not my fault you work all the time and barely come home to see our daughter, or our son for that matter.” I throw my hands up.

Matt and I were arguing because our 14 year old daughter, Ella, didn’t want to spend anytime with Matt. Mailo didn’t really care, he loved spending time with Matt even if it was only a little.

Matt scoffs and shakes his head, “Don’t fucking blame this on me, y/n. You know i’m seriously busy, and you know that if I could take time off, i would.” Matt argues.

I lean against the kitchen sink, crossing my arms. “Do i? Do i know that? Because Chris told me you just got an offer to take two weeks off but you said you didn’t need it.”

Matt looks at me, swallowing harshly. “So what, you’re keeping tabs on me?” He accuses.

I let out a laugh in disbelief and start to walk away.

“Where are you going!?” Matt raises his voice.

“Away from you! I’m not crazy, Matt! Of course i’m not keeping tabs on you, i talked to chris and he let it slip!” I yelled.

Matt stays silent and scratches his head.

I scoff, “Yeah don’t fucking say anything. I am done with the lies, i am done with the excuses, and i am done waiting for you to be a father.” I point at Matt as we stand in the door way between the living room and the kitchen.

“I am a great father!” Matt yells at me.

“Oh yeah?! Well you sure don’t fucking act like i-”

“Dad! Mom! Somethings wrong with Ella!” I hear Mailo yell from upstairs.

Matt looks at me before shoving past me and rushing upstairs.

I follow after him, rushing upstairs. Matt opens Ella’s door to see her on the floor crying with her head in her hands, Mailo sitting on the floor next to her.

My heart breaks for my daughter.

Matt sits on the floor next to Ella as Mailo gets out of the way. “Talk to me, baby. What’s wrong?” He rubs her back.

Her breaths were scattered as i walked in, pulling Mailo back softly.

“What’s wrong with her, mom?” Mailo asks me.

I hush Mailo as Matt stays next to Ella, waiting for her to speak.

“M-mom?” Her voice cracked, her breaths were uneven as she choked on her own sobs.

I teared up and took my hands off of Mailo, moving on her left side while Matt was on her right, “Yeah, baby? I’m here.” I also put my hand on her back as she took heavy breaths, her breaths sounded like a rock skipping on water. It was heart breaking.

“G-get dad out of the room.” She said, her voice was harsh but quiet.

Matt looks at me, a pained expression on his face. “What?” Matt breathes out.

“Matt, you should go.” I say in a hushed tone.

Matt scoffs. “But-”

“Mom, get him out!” Estrella yells as she buries her head in my chest, crying as her whole body shook in my arms.

“Matt, get the hell out!” I yell, tears filling up in my eyes.

Matt clears his throat and nods, “Come on, Mailo.” He hurries Mailo out, shutting the door as he leaves the room.

Estrella let out multiple sobs, “I can’t stop shaking- mom! W-what’s going on!? Why can’t i breathe?” Estrella freaked out.

I hold her tightly, “You’re having a panic attack, Ella. It happens and it’s okay but you need to think about something else.” I tell her.

“I can’t, mom!” Her voice cracks as she her body racks with sobs.

I let out a sigh, “You don’t tell me about school anymore. What’s going on with that?”

Her fingers claw my shirt, “W-what?” She lets out another cry.

“Any boys? any girls? anyone i need to know about?” I keep going, hopefully distracting her enough.

“No girls. There’s this guy- jason. He’s really sweet, and i like him. But i don’t think he likes me.” She says, her voice was quiet but her breaths and cries were slowing down.

“Is he cute?” I ask.

She lets out a laugh, “Mom!”

“I’m curious!” I defend.

Her smile drops slightly as she comes to a realization that she’s okay now. “It’s gone now.” She says, taking her head away from my chest but still in my arms.

I nod, “Do you wanna talk about it? About what got it started?” I ask softly, my fingers brushing through her hair.

She shakes her head and looks away, looking guilty.

I sigh, “Is it about Dad and I?” I ask her, i figured it was.

Estrella looks at me and nods.

I look down for a second.

Estrella sees my look. “I’m sorry, mom- it was stupid, i-”

I cute her off, “It wasn’t stupid, baby..” I trail off for a second as i shrug. “It was reasonable. What happened?”

She plays with her fingers for a second, “I don’t know.. Mailo came in my room and said you guys were fighting again, so i let him in and we tried watching TV. B-but i don’t know, i just started crying- and then everything went blurry, and then i-”

I hushed her as she almost started crying again.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” I kissed her forehead.

We sat in silence for a couple seconds.

“Can i ask why you wanted dad out of the room?” I asked, one hand tracing circles on her back and one still brushing through her hair.

She shrugged, “I was mad at him…” She trails off for a second before taking a breath. “I am mad at him..”

I nod.

Estrella speaks again, “He’s never home anymore, i miss him a lot. A-and so does Mailo but Mailo doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want dad to be mad at him.” Ella admits.

I shook my head, “Whether you like it or not your father is always gonna love you guys.. He could never be mad at you guys.. especially for having feelings like a human being. It’s okay to feel like that, Ella.” I tell her.

She nods, “But he probably hates me now ‘cause i kicked him out..” She says in a quiet tone.

“I’m gonna be honest with you because you’re older. He probably is upset, but he doesn’t hate you. Why don’t i talk to him first, then you can say what you want to? You can tell him how you feel.” I suggest.

Estrella shakes her head rapidly, “I can’t, mom! He’ll be so mad at me!”

I hush her, “Ella i’m serious, i’ll stay in the room with you guys. He won’t be mad.” I say.

She sighs and nods, “Okay. Thanks mom.” She says.

I kiss her forehead, “Anytime.” I smile before standing up and helping her up too.

I open Ella’s door and walk out into the hallway, opening Matt and I’s room door.

“Ella, you’re okay!” Mailo jumps off the bed that him and Matt were sitting on.

“Of course i am you dork.” She replies.

I laugh, “Alright guys go do something else and play nice.” I ruffle Mailos hair.

“I’m gonna get the good controller!” Mailo yells, running downstairs.

“Come back here you jerk!” Ella chases after him.

I laugh before shutting our room door after walking in.

Matt was sitting on his phone, him biting his nails.

“Matt..” I say softly. Sitting on the bed next to him.

I put my hand on his shoulder but he shrugs me off.

“Stop.” He says.

I shake my head, “Please, talk to me.” I plead.

Matt turns off his phone, putting it on the nightstand.

He sniffles, “W-why doesn’t she want me anymore?” He lets out a sob.

I put my arms out to him and he immediately hugs me as i rest my back against the head board, his arms going around my torso and his head into my chest as his body lays in between my legs.

I run my fingers through his hair, “Oh baby..” I mumble, kissing his head.

He let out soft cries into my shirt. “I know i’ve been a bad father- i just don’t know what to do anymore..” He cried.

I hushed, “You haven’t been a bad father.. i’m sorry i told you that. You’re an amazing father- Estrella just told me she misses you.”

“A-and it’s my fault, because i didn’t even take off time for my own children. I’m a horrible person..” He sniffled.

I kissed his head once more, “You aren’t, Matt. Trust me, she loves you so-”

I get interrupted by a knock on our door with it opening.

Estrella peaks her head in, “Dad?” She asks, her voice soft.

Matt shoots up, wiping his face with his hands and sniffling. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He answers, trying his best not to cry.

Ella comes in and sits on the bed as i watch, keeping my word on staying in the room with her.

She clears her throat, “I’m sorry for kicking you out of my room. I didn’t mean it. I love you so much and you’re the best dad. But i miss you, a lot. A-and Mailo does too, he’s just to scared to admit it.” She confesses.

Matt nods and sniffles, “I know, baby. A-and i’m so sorry, let me make it up to you, yeah?” He suggests.

Estrella laughs and nods.

Matt looks at me, “Pizza?”

I laugh, “Sounds good to me.”

Mailo then comes in the room, “I want pizza!” He barges in.

Matt laughs and ruffles Mailos hair.

—————————

i hope you guys like this one because i know i did !

taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe

[metalmonki]

Objection!

Rafael Barba x fem!Carisi!reader

1k word count

Summary All you wanted was to be a lawyer like your big brother Sonny. So what happens when you get a job working under the famous ADA Rafael Barba

slow-burn, colleague to friends to lovers

Next Chapter

The day had finally come. I had successfully graduated Harvard Law. My Mum, Dad, brother Sonny and sisters Bella, Teresa and Gina had made the trip out of Staten Island to witness the graduation. The youngest of the Carisi clan, I choose to follow Sonny into the criminal prosecution career track. Sonny had recently transferred to the Elite Manhattan Special Victims Unit and was also studying at Fordham Law ‘to make myself a better detective’ he had said. Sonny and I, despite our 11-year age gap, were completely inseparable. He had been the one who got the rest of our family together to be here today. Sonny is the whole reason I was graduating today. He had encouraged me even after Mum and Dad had voiced their disappointment at my choice.

I had barely made it off the stage when Sonny had scooped me up in his arms and began spinning us around. He had the worlds biggest smile on his face and repeated over and over again how proud he was of me. Our parents and sisters soon joined us.

“I’m going to cook a big feast tonight just for you” Mom smiled.

“You always cook a big feast, that’s every meal for you” Dad scoffed.

“Oh shush you cranky old man” Mum swatted at him with open hands.

We all laughed at the pair and walked off to the cars. We had a long drive ahead of us back to Staten Island. After dinner I would then have to drive back into Manhattan with Sonny. I had come here with Sonny yesterday from his apartment in Manhattan and had no choice but to go back there with him tonight. Now I had graduated I had no clue what I was suppose to do. I had been applying for positions in almost every law firm in New York with no luck. I’d even applied for the DA’s office with no success. I knew Sonny would let me live with him for however long it took for me to find my feet. He had insisted on it in fact when I’d moved back to New York last month. This had been Mum and Dads complaint. I would waste my time on a piece of paper that would lead me nowhere. I’d even put in an extra two years on a masters degree just to increase my chances.

“Hay kiddo is everything okay?” Sonny spoke up “You’ve been silent for the last 45 minutes and you look worried”

“Maybe Mum and Dad were right” Was all I could get out.

“About what? Don’t tell me your doubting yourself now” Sonny smiled over at me.

“I spent the whole month applying for positions with no luck, all I’ve managed is a minimum wage bodega job. I can’t rely on you forever Sonny, you have your own life, the woman at work you said you fancy, while I just wasted six years to get a piece of paper that’s turning out to be useless. I wanted to be up there with the greats like Alexander Cabot and Rafael Barba” I sighed picking at my nails.

“Y/N Carisi always worrying” Sonny chuckled “Give it time you’ll get something soon; you don’t need to rush”

“I’m not trying to rush I just don’t like not knowing” I threw my hands up.

But wait I did. For 9 months I applied for any law jobs that came up. I worked my ass off at the bodega, saving every penny I could to get out of Sonny’s flat. Then one day it happened. I had been busy cooking dinner, a simple chicken alfredo, when Sonny basically smashed his way through the door. I hadn’t expected him home until much later. I knew they were having trouble catching the Central Park Strangler as the papers had dubbed him. A horrid man who would stalk lone women in central park, strangle and rape them. Sonny had said he was escalating an attack every night, he hadn’t killed anyone yet but Sonny was sure he would soon. He had made me promise not to leave the flat alone at night until they got the guy. He had left DNA at every scene so as soon as they got him he was going away for life. No chance of a plea bargain, no way to weasel out of it. Sonny had a huge smile on his face as he walked into the kitchen.

“I’m guessing by the smile on your face you caught your guy? That or you finally grew a pair and asked Amanda out and she said yes” I chuckled.

“Yes, well no, but yes” Sonny stumbled over his words while he hung his coat up and took his shoes off.

“Well which is it?” I laughed.

“We caught the guy, Barba had him shipped to rikers an hour ago” Sonny put his brief case on the bench and dug through it producing a manila envelope. “I also got this for you” he handed the envelope to me. 

I wiped my hands off on my apron and took the envelope. I turned it over in my hands taking note of the District Attorneys office logo in the corner. I disregarded it as just being an envelope Sonny had handy. I turned the envelope over once more and unwound the string keeping it closed. Inside was a stack of paperwork maybe 30 pages thick. Written on top of the first sheet in bold letters were the words OFFER OF EMPLOYMENT. I looked up shocked at Sonny before looking back at the papers. We are pleased to offer you a position as an assistant to ADA Rafael Barba at the New York District  Attorney Office.

“Oh Sonny this is amazing thank you”  I pulled him into a hug.

“It was nothing I just called in a favour when I heard Barba needed some extra help”  Sonny chuckled “All you need to do is fill in the forms and drop them off to Barba tomorrow. He says he’ll in his office from 3 onward”.

“I’ll fill them in first thing but for now lets eat!”.

“Oh you mean the food that’s burning on the stove?” Sonny chuckled.

“Shit!” I spun back to the stove but it was pointless the chicken had already started turning black and the pasta was almost boiled dry.

“I’ll order out and you can trying to salvage my pot and pan” Sonny laughed walking off phone in hand.

[amphibiahawks321]

Paimon : Wow! So let Paimon get this straight you beidou and Ningguang were friends when you guys were kids?!

M!Reader : Weeeeeeeeeell sort of a friends it was tough making beidou and Ningguang get along as kids but they manage to learn to tolerate each other

Aether : And when you guys were still toddlers Your family had to move out to Mondstadt?

M!Reader : Yeah.... Mom and dad wanted to raise me in a town of freedom and peace you guys should've seen Beidou's reaction when she heard the news she was in the verge of crying like a river

Paimon : Wow did they think Liyue is a bad place?

M!Reader : Definitely no, they just think Mondstadt is safer considering the place looks very welcoming and comfy

Aether : Can't Blame your parents for that one

M!Reader : But now I'm back living on my own! And this place is still awesome just like in the past

Paimon : Wow so did Ningguang and beidou know you were coming back

M!Reader : Yeah they heard a certain someone is coming back to live in Liyue and apparently they just had to see if it was me and let me tell you I did NOT expect both of them to become so famous and rich

Paimon : must've been quite a shock for you

M!Reader : It really was finding out Ning is the tianquan of the Liyue Qixing and beidou being a cool badass pirate was just so shocking

Paimon : What did you guys did when you guys reunited?

M!Reader : We hung out for a couple of months I also got the privilege of going to the Jade chamber uninvited

Paimon&Aether : Cool!

M!Reader : But then one day Ning invited me and Beidou for a huge party in the Jade chamber she said to me it's okay not to wear anything fancy considering y'know..... I'm not as rich and she is 💧^v^

Aether : luckyyyyyyyy

M!Reader : [blushes] W-well [Cough] the party was pretty fun but then Ning and Beidou need to discuss something with me [Cough] i-inside a room........ [cough] privately

Paimon : Oooooo! They must've given you an awesome amount of Moras as a gift!

M!Reader : [Blushes even harder] W-well....

[Flashback]

[M!Reader woke up feeling a bit deezy]

[Sits down]

M!Reader : W-wow what h-happened?

M!Reader : W-why am I on a bed?

[looks at himself]

[IMMEDIATELY BLUSHES]

M!Reader : And where the heck are all of my clothes!? 0//////0❗❓ And a-are these....

[Checks his entire body]

M!Reader : hickies and bite marks!? Jeez I'm covered in them!

[He looks around to see Beidou on his left side and Ningguang on his right side sleeping peacefully......Also without all their clothes on]

[IMMEDIATELY REMEMBERS]

M!Reader : Oh.....my.....goodness we did a threesome💧0///////0❗❗

[foressfaction]

:Ticci Toby:{A Rewrite}

CHAPTER 6

WARNING:: This story contains EXTREMELY triggering topics such as Domestic/Child/Substance abuse, Death, harsh language, GORE and dissociation triggers. This story mentions mental illnesses and disorders such as Depression, PTSD, ADHD, and Tourette's Syndrome. !!TICS MAY BE TRIGGERING!!

Chapter six

Toby got home that night, realizing what he had done to his hands on the way home. They were chewed, bloody. Most of the blood was dry, but it wasn't hard to wash off.

Toby found some old pairs of winter gloves, they were black. He cut the tips of the fingers off, pulling them onto his hands to hide his scarred skin. He mostly wore jackets and flannels so the gloves wouldn't stand out as much. He really didn't want to be bandaged up again.

Lyra came opening his door, looking at him wide eyed. "What's up? I had an odd feeling just now."

"Eh? Oh, I'm fine, just- sitting, yep." he shrugged, tugging his hands into the creases of his elbows.

"Wait, Lyra, I have to ask, why was dad so mad yesterday?" he spoke, now thinking about how his head was healing. A white strip of gauze wrapped around his forehead halfway.

Lyra came in and sat down on his bed, hopping a little as she did so, making the bed bounce. "I'm so sorry I forgot to tell you. I quit my job, and well now we don't have much income."

Toby looked down slightly, kinda upset too. "heh..let me guess, dad did-didn't like that because you we-were the only one making money?"

She nodded. "I couldn't handle the drama, I wasn't getting promoted, I was only getting yelled at, work used to be my only escape from the verbal assault but I just didn't feel safe there." Lyra explained. This made Toby wonder, was Lyra skipping school? She never talked about it.

"You're still going to school right?" Toby asked. This earned a guilty side eye from the blonde girl. "Look- don't tell mom and dad okay? It was just too overwhelming and i had to work and- and-"

Toby grabbed her hand with a weak smile. "it's safe w-with me, why would i tell them? I know how dad would react, and mom would nev-never see the end of it." He looked down, a few facial tics leaving him.

"Let's go somewhere." Lyra randomly suggested. "Anywhere, for a drive, walk, even running doesn't sound so bad, I bet I can beat you in a race." She winked childishly. Despite being five years older than Toby, Lyra was a rather playful person. She was just overall chaotic. All she wanted to do was to make her brother laugh, see him smile. He never smiled much, or when he did it was an awkward smirk.

"Nuh uh, i-im way faster than you, believe it." Toby responded, taking on her challenge.

Lyra laughed stupidly and got up, lightning the mood. "Get your shoes on." She left the room quickly.

Toby got up and pulled on his old converses, they were all dirty and worn out from wearing them for so long. Toby followed the girl who disappeared into her room.

Lyra was putting her hair into a loose ponytail. She had bangs that fell perfectly above her eyes, and side tails that were just too short to fit into the ponytail. Her hair was thick and naturally a yellow blonde color. It was rather messy too, a family trait. She pulled on her own pair of plain white converses. Despite being white, they were still in way better shape than Toby's. Her style was pretty casual for their time, baggy jeans, band T-shirts with flannels or other sweaters layered over. They did live in a colder area so thicker and warmer clothes dominated their wardrobe. Plus the family's poor income only allowed them to mostly thrift all of their things, and stick to the same pair of shoes for years.

It's a good thing they never really grow out of old clothes. Both of the siblings being underweight and pretty malnourished. Lyra keeps Toby in check by doing things like they are now, exercising, without knowing it. Lyra and Toby honestly just liked being active. Staying inside all day was a bummer, and so what if it was 50 degrees out, they weren't going to suffice being bored to death all day.

School or work was the only reason they left the house, sometimes it was good to get out.

••••••

[chompisatheatrekid]

procrastinating so u guys get my hatchetverse hcs!!! (these are going to be a lot of shit i picked up from random posts that i dont remeber the ops of so sorry if u made one of these hcs and i dont credit you i love you sorry) ethan green

probably like 23? 25?

hes actually bi he told me himself

afab he/they boyflux sue me

lex is his first and only gf. he's probably had like one bf before but he loves lex sm more (simp) (malewife to her girlboss basically)

orphan sorry i dont make the rules

his dad left like immedately and his mom passed of old age when he was like 17 idk

hannah is basically his little sister. he'd die 4 her actually.

ted spankoffski

like late 20s early 30s at the most ithink

so painfully thirsty for anyone he has to be pan

amab he/him but doesnt really give a fuck

has never had a partner thats so sad. he makes up for this by constantly acting like everybody wants him. they dont. (exepct for me i love him)

doesnt really have a CRUSH on anyone speific but mark chastity is his fav to tease (sorry im a baby for holy bastard)

him and petes parents love them but theyre kinda like.. oblivious and absent. like theyre always on trips and leaving pete to live w ted

max jagerman

im not gonna list all of the teens' age theyre all 16-18

im assimilating with this one he/she pronouns amab

hes omni he told me himself pref 2 women

everybody wants him he only wants the nerd (hes just like me fr)

he isnt dead shut up shut up sHUT UP HES FINE OKAY

his dad is not good his mom died in childbirth

stephanie lauter

genderqueer. they/she/he in order of pref. also uses xe/xir idc sue me

pan thats cannon she told me xirself

does tiktok dances but really badly on purpose

the biggest simp on earth to her one guy and nobody ese

will fluster the living hell out of pete in public for fun

hates being the mayors daughter, feels alienated bcs of it

pete spankoffski

he/they afab i dont make the rules

bi if you argue youre homophobic (/J)

actually loves his big bro but acts like he doesnt bcsaude is ted hears him looking up ted he'll never hear the end of it

nickname seymour from ruth (bcause lsoh)

ex-brony

richie whateverhislastnameis

afab he/xe/nya/zap he would have so many cool neos. one of those people whos neo list is longer than the bill of rights

gay mlm yes

undertale enjoyer

nge enjoyer

discord mod in an anime server

owns several body pillows

xem and ruth have been friends since pre-k so they know eachother like the back of their hand

ruth whateverherlastnameis

afab she/they

omni large large large pref to girls. likes a few boys sorta

biggest theatre kid ever but sucks at acting and singing (the curse)

got ensemble ONCE and cried at the cast list

fav show is heathers

heather m kin i dont make the rules

grace chastity

afab she/her

bi

liked a girl once and cried for a week str8 abt going 2 hell

i dont have alot of hcs for her but i think she would like fire a large amount

not even arson wise but like

a firebug

tinky

i already made my hcs for all the LiBs' true forms so go find those if you want

all the libs dont give a fuc about pronouns call them whatever

i do he/him tho

tinky is really just a 13 yr old girl freaking out abt one specific guy (ted) and making fucked up fanfics with him (time bastard nmt)

the "youngest" of the siblings

boy jerry

i beleive that every character jon plays is related. boy jerry is pauls fucked up brother. which means hes also richies uncle

[trashbag-baby666]

I’ll Always Be Around-Buck/Bucky

Summary: Gale is in his head and John pulls him out.

WC: 1,326

C/W: Referenced/Implied homophobia and mentions of divorce.

MOTA Masterlist!

Gale sat in his car in the driveway in silence. He didn’t know where he wanted to go besides to Johns but he hadn’t answered yet. He just didn’t want to be at home considering his parents were raging at him for getting snippy with his Grandma at dinner. She always made sure to voice her strong opinion of how she disliked John so much and said that it’s just not right that two men are together.

Gale:

You’re at your dads, right?

John:

Yeah, Croz is here though. But I think he’s leaving when Bubbles is done with work.

Gale:

Can I come over?

John:

Yeah we just gotta be quiet bc the affair baby is sleeping 🙄💀

Gale put his car in reverse as he backed out of the long driveway. Now that John's parents were divorced and their house wasn’t a war zone all the time he had started letting people come over again; Although, he basically lived with the Clevens most of the time.

Gale knew how uncomfortable John's dad’s new wife made him. Some young secretary from his office that was closer in age to them than him. He also knew how much John disliked the fact that he now had a half brother. John had pretty much became a ghost in his own house when he was home. He could come and go and his dad wouldn’t even notice. But the times he stayed at his moms it wasn’t much better. Instead of being ignored she berated him all the time.

John jumped up from the couch as he heard the knocks on the door. He and Croz had been playing Fortnite and Stardew Valley all afternoon on John's new Switch.

“Hey handsome,” John leaned against the door frame. He could see in Gale's eyes that this was not the time and he turned his silly down.

“Did you have a good day?” Gale asked, kissing John on the cheek, following John into the house.

“Yeah, it was alright, me and Croz just played with the new Switch.” John hummed.

“Oh hey, Buck.” Croz waved then turned back to the TV where he was now focusing on Stardew Valley.

“Hey Croz,” Gale toed off his converse and kinda just slumped into John's arms. John wrapped his arms around Gales' waist holding the other.

“Is everything okay?” John whispered in his ear. John was worried about him; this was not typical Gale behavior. Something in his pretty blue eyes wasn’t glimmering either.

“We can talk later about it,” Gale nuzzled his head into John's neck taking in the familiar scent of his fruity aftershave. He placed a small kiss on his neck before pulling away and finding a seat on the couch by Croz.

“You wanna hear something funny?” Croz glanced over at Gale then back to the TV.

“Of course I do.”

“No are you gonna tell him about-”

“Yes, Leo threw up all over Bucky earlier. No joke. His dad left us with the baby for like an hour so he could go to the store or something. But he just started crying and crying.”

“Who? Bucky?” Gale let a small smirk pull on his face looking over to John. he stood with his arms crossed by the couch shooting daggers at Gale.

“Yeah, Bucky was crying, but anyway Leo is crying and Bucky holds him like this.” Croz grabbed a pillow and started patting it, “So he’s trying to burp him or something.”

“In my defense I’m doing what Mrs. Brewer taught us in child development.” John held up his hands in defense referring to the week long baby project.

“Bucky shut up I’m trying to get to the best part.” Croz waved his hand at the taller, “So he pulls Leo away and is just holding him out and Leo projectile vomited all over Bucky's shirt.”

John shook his head sitting down between them and smacked Gale on the leg lightly as Gale began laughing, throwing his head back, “Oh it's funny now Gale but it was your shirt.”

“My shirt?” Gale raised his eyebrows pointing at himself now praying that John at least tried to wash it and didn’t just throw it away, “Which shirt?”

“I don’t know the one from when you played Tennis at the country club?” John shrugged, knocking his elbow into Bucks. Gale felt a wave of relief washing over him that it wasn’t one of his nicer shirts he still wore besides when John would hijack it, “I’m never babysitting the affair baby again. I didn’t even want to watch him. My dad just kinda handed him off to me and left.”

“I can’t believe neither of us died, it was a long…hour to say the least.” Croz giggled, although all of this was at John's expense it did lift a bit of the anxious weight off of Gale's chest.

Bubbles had picked up Croz and the other two found their way to John's room. It certainly was in a cleaner state than it was the last time Gale had been in here. There was some clothes on the floor but not much else besides his cluttered desks of trinkets, mostly of little unicorns.

“So I’m sensing dinner didn’t go well?” John laid back on his bed.

“No,” Gale shook his head, picking up a pink ceramic unicorn Gale remembered buying him at a thrift store. It had always been his favorite unicorn of John's seemingly endless collection, “Can I borrow some clothes, I don’t know if I’m gonna go home tonight…if that's okay with you?”

“Yeah, for sure. Probably have more of your clothes laying around here somewhere.” John snickered sitting on his knees by his closet and digging through his dresser drawers. Gale just wanted to get out of the clothes he had been wearing all night and to just lay with John. He wanted to feel his hands on him and he wanted to breathe in his smell and just be so close to him.

“Thanks,” Gale hummed, taking the sweatpants and shirt John passed him, “Grey sweatpants so you can stare at my dick?”

“Maybe?” John shrugged, pulling Gales' brown sweater off of him.

“But no dinner was a disaster,” Gale sighed, pulling off his shirt and undoing his belt.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” John directed his gaze down to the floor, John had never been good in situations like this. He never knew what to say and rather opted for something funny.

“No it’s okay I’m kinda just ranting, I can stop though?”

“No it’s fine you know I’m just bad with words.”

Gale finished changing and fought a battle with himself before deciding to just take his contacts out and throw them away. He should’ve known he’d probably end up staying at Johns tonight but he didn’t even grab anything he just left.

“Can I lay on top of you?” Gale rocked back and forth on his heels, the only light in the room coming from John's lamp. Illuminating the right side of Johns beautiful

“Yeah, come on in here.” John motioned for him and lifted up the blankets for him. Gale climbed in resting his head on John's chest listening to his heartbeat for a moment. John wrapped his arms around Gale's waist and let a small toothy smile come out, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Gale shut his eyes for a moment letting his focus be on John's heartbeat. He didn’t want to think about his day anymore; he just wanted to be with the love of his life.

“I don’t wanna talk about today.” Gale mumbled feeling one of John's hands come up and into his blonde hair, slowly carding his fingers through it.

“We don’t gotta talk about nothin’ at all, babe.” John held Gale close to him like he was a precious teddy bear.

“Okay,” Gale met John’s gaze, “Thank you for being here for me.”

“Anytime, Buck.”

[nerd-at-sea5]

okay so due to canon of van not living in the trailer park w nat and having a house here is my personal hc for that whole shabang:

they did grow up together in the trailer park. maybe not right next to each other but close enough that if van threw a rock out her window it would hit nat’s and they’d be able to talk at night like that

i think natalie was about 13/14 when her dad died, so freshman year. i think in 6th grade van’s maternal grandfather died and had left his daughter enough money to get her buy for a while (i think they were fairly estranged and that van’s dad haven’t been in the picture for a WHILE & i hc they have an older brother by like 10 years, so he’s in college)

anyway-they leave her money and she basically spends it on a house and then like. blows it on alcohol. van managed to put like 200 in a saving account for college but ends up needing it to pay for school/soccer/life stuff

i think sometimes van misses living so close to natalie, that the house seems massive to them and it’s just Not Right. they’re grateful for the house but mad that the money lead to their mom getting worse/it wasent saved or had something smart done with it

[blinddreams24]

Crying

A Mermay Prompt

(Note: ugly crying and mentioned character death of a family member)

Masterlist

Prev / Next

“No, mom, I-.”

“…”

“Mom, I want-.”

“…”

“…Please, just listen-.”

“…”

“…Okay. I’m sorry. Bye.”

You hung up the call. You didn’t want to think about it. Don’t think about it. Just… do something else. Your knee bounced with the leftover extra energy from that candy.

Right. Candy. Killer.

You could go visit one of the boys. That’d make you feel better. You made sure to pack extra food and grabbed your keys.

The ride there was painfully slow. Nothing but trees and grass until you reached your destination. Nothing to think about but…

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

You practically ran to your little beach when you parked the car, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Oh! Hey, y/n!” Cross greeted with a smile. His eyes caught on your face and he hesitated. “Y/n?”

You gave him a big fake smile. “I’m okay. Just zoned out for a second there! Sorry! I brought food!” The lifted the bag.

He was obviously still concerned. “…What’d you bring?”

“Sandwiches!” You exclaimed with a dramatic flourish as you pulled out one of the sandwiches. “The ones you said pizza was better than!”

“Uh huh.”

“Well, you get to try them now!” You shoved one in his hands.

He… didn’t eat it. He just gestured for you to hand him the bag, put the sandwich back inside, and turned back to you.

“Y/n.” You shrank at the stern yet concerned voice. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong.” You folded your hands behind your back and rocked on your heels.

His disbelieving glare pinned you in place, making you sweat.

“It’s nothing.”

“…”

“Cross. I’m fine.”

“…”

“……I…I don’t… Cross…”

“…”

“…I don’t want to talk about it…”

His glare relaxed. “Y/n. You’re all caught up running from something. Please,” He pleaded. “You need to talk about it. Come here.” His hand pat the ground next to him.

You hung your head and followed his directions. When you sat, his arm went around you.

“Y/n-.”

“You’re the opposite of my mother.”

Cross blinked at you. “Uh… is that a good thing?”

“Yes. She’s… never been particularly nice.” You looked away from him. “It took me a long time to realize that…”

“…Your mother. She… lives nearby?”

“No. She hates the water. Dad always…” You stopped yourself. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Cross didn’t let you. “Your Dad always what?”

“…He loves… loved the ocean.” You corrected yourself. It was fine. You could keep it together. Just don’t think about it. “He would always take me to the beach. We’d play in the water, he taught me to scuba dive, and we always cleaned up after. He made it fun.” You tried not to sniffle.

“…Did something happen?”

“…” You tried so hard, but your voice cracked anyway. “Yes… I… Mom just told me… He… He died last week. They’re ha-having his funeral tomorrow… She…” You choked on your next words. “She told me not to come… That I was disowned.”

“Disowned?”

“…I don’t have a family anymore, Cross. She kicked me out.” A hot tear rolled out of your eye, betraying you.

“O-Oh…” Cross hugged you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You sniffled. “Sh-She never liked me… This w-was a long t-time coming. Dad was the last… the last person holding me there. And now…” You couldn’t finish that sentence.

Cross finished it for you. “And now he’s gone.”

Tears streaked down your face. You nodded.

“…It’s okay if you need to… what was it? Cry?”

You laughed. “Yeah. It was cry. I…” You laughter melted into something harder. “I don’t… Why?”

Finally broken, you leaned into Cross’s hug and sobbed. He was surprisingly warm for an aquatic skeleton.

Letting you cry, Cross started rubbing your back and humming, just letting you vent.

“Why? Why him?! I didn’t even get to say goodbye!!” You screamed into his chest. “He was the only one left!! Cross! What am I supposed to do now?! I- I didn’t think it’d happen so soon… Cross.”

He let you pull away to look him in the eyes. Ugly tears made your cheeks glisten at him in the sunlight. “The only place left is the sea…”

His expression turned sad. “Y/n. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Horror told me about it.” You sniffled and rubbed the tears and snot off your face. Gross… “After Killer gave me that candy.”

“Killer made you a monster candy?”

“Yeah.” You grabbed your sleeve and pulled it up to reveal the lack of scars to your companion. “Healed most of this. Apparently, he accidentally wanted to convert me or something when he added the intent. Horror noticed and explained the situation. Cross.” You grabbed his arm. “I can’t live up here anymore. No one but you guys know I exist. If I died… no one would know… or care.”

“Y/n…” He leaned down to hug you again. “It’s a big decision. You can’t just-.”

“Cross.” You interrupted him. “I’ve already thought about it. I have no one else. Please.”

He sighed heavily. “…Okay. But it will take a while and you’ll need to adjust your diet before diving in head first.”

“…Was that a diving pun?”

You could feel him grin over your shoulder. “Maybe~.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

[scribespirare]

That Miguel meets Miles’ parents fic was so good! But for some reason it made me think of Miles showing his mother a picture on his phone and then she scrolls and sees a pic or video she definitely shouldn’t see

oh my god okay so like. Not the same situation but you reminded me of this. Once when I was 18 I was sitting in the living room watching movies w/ my family (dad, mom, younger brother) when one of the dogs comes trotting out my bedroom. Didn't pay him any mind until he dropped something on the floor and left it there and my dad in a slightly strained voice went, "Um, deadname, is that yours? Because I know it's not your mother's."

It was my vibrator. My bright purple vibrator right there for the whole fuckin world to see. I have never leapt up faster than I did in that moment to snatch it up. My mother thought it was the funniest shit she'd ever seen.

Okay enough tanget fksjcjskdkd

Miles is careful.

Maybe not as careful as most sixteen year olds considering his day job, and maybe not as careful as the people in his life want him to be. But still. Careful.

So Miles doesn't take nudes and Miguel doesn't ask him for them and they keep their texts pretty clean.

That's why Miles never sends Miguel any nudes. Miles is underage and any pictures he takes of himself are technically considered CSEM. Since Miguel's phone is from another dimension, nothing he sends or takes can be traced back to him, but Miles? His phone is firmly of this universe and his pictures can be recovered if someone really wanted to dig up dirt on him.

Usually.

Mostly.

Okay so Miles is still a teenager and Miguel can't seem to keep his hands off so maybe sometimes they sext. And maybe sometimes Miguel sends Miles the hottest pictures Miles has ever seen. It's fine. Nobody can trace them back to Miguel so he can't get in trouble for being inappropriate with a minor. And Miles can't get in trouble for having them on hand.

And because Miles is so careful, he stores Miguel's pictures in a locked folder. Like any self respecting teenager does with their porn.

All of this is to say that when Miles opens his photos and sees Miguel's dick front and center? He freezes in panic. Because that is not supposed to be there. He's careful!

It's a good picture. Miguel is hard and leaking, holding his cock against his toned stomach. But the quality of the picture isn't the problem here.

The problem is that Miles is holding his phone for his mother to see. Because he'd wanted to show her some new art he'd done on this building a couple blocks over.

"Mijo." The sound of her voice finally breaks Miles out of his trance and he squeaks, fumbling his phone desperately like if he can get it out of her sight she might completely forgot about it. He manages to get it into his pocket and then just stands there, unsure how she's going to react.

"Mijo," she says again, and he glances down at her, wincing.

His mother looks up at him and he can tell immediately she's trying so hard not to laugh. Her lips are pressed tight together and her shoulders are trembling with effort.

"Mom, please," Miles whines, and she finally gives in and starts laughing. She pats his shoulder, shaking her head.

"Baby, tenemos los mismos gustos," she says, and then she's laughing all over again like it's the funniest thing she's ever heard. Miles wants to crawl into a hole and die.

Also, he doesn't want to know his mother's sexual tastes. Ever. He wonders if Miguel has some future tech than can erase this interaction from Miles' mind forever.

His mother pats his arm again. "Okay, okay, I'm done. Go hide in your room like I know you want to."

Miles isn't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. He pretends not to hear when she calls a parting, "And learn how to make that stuff private!" after him.

The only good thing about this is that she didn't realize a full grown man had sent the picture to Miles. Small fucking miracles.

[trashyswitch]

Day 27: Hysterical

Matpat comes out of the office, feeling tired and homesick about Steph not being part of GTLive. Steph and Ollie make sure he feels better using jokes, tickles, and raspberries.

Yes, I did the Game theory fam. Though I was super hesitant to do this one, I still decided to see how it would turn out. And...I think it turned out great! I hope you see that too. Hope you enjoy!

Matpat left the recording room and sighed as he walked up to Stephanie. He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder with his eyes closed. 

“Hi Mat. How was the stream?” She asked. 

He smiled a small bit. “It was fine. But…it’s still not the same without you with me.” Matpat admitted. 

Steph chuckled and kissed her husband’s cheek. “I thought you were feeling better about that.” She admitted next. 

“I was, but…” Matpat lifted his head up and squeezed her shoulders gently. “It still feels different. There’s a different feeling in the room without you. Though it’s not bad, per say…it still feels different.” He explained. 

“I see.” She replied. “Do Matt and Ash help at all?” She asked. 

“They do…they make it less lonely for a while.” Matpat admitted. “I give them credit for keeping me comfortable and on my toes while I’m recording. But…” Matpat bit his lip. “I miss you.” He admitted. 

Steph smiled and looked down, to see their little boy standing beside her. “Hey Ollie: What do we do when Daddy’s sad?” She asked. 

Matpat looked down and smiled upon seeing Ollie. “Hi bean!” he knelt down. “How are you?” He asked. 

“Daddy sad?” Ollie asked him. 

“A little…but that’s okay.” Matpat told him. “Daddy’s taking a long time getting used to being on the couch alone.” Matpat admitted. 

“We tell funny jokes!” Ollie said to his mom. 

Steph nodded. “That’s right! We tell jokes, we play games, we playfight…” She told him. 

“You got any good jokes on you?” Matpat asked. 

Ollie smiled brightly. “Knock knock!” He said. 

Matpat chuckled. “Who’s there?” He went along with it. 

“Ssspell!” Ollie said. 

“Spell who?” Matpat asked. 

“W-O-O spells who!” He declared. 

Steph giggled as she quickly realized he hadn’t quite spelled it right. Matpat smiled and chuckled somewhat quietly. “Not…Not quite, but I get it.” Matpat admitted. 

“Knock knock!” Ollie said next. 

“Oh! Another one.” Matpat reacted, before clearing his throat. “Who’s there?” He asked. 

“Boo.” Ollie replied. 

“Boo who?” Matpat asked. 

“Why you crying! I’m joking!” Ollie reacted. 

Matpat couldn’t help the giggle that left his mouth. While the joke itself was okay, it was the timing of the joke that got him giggling a little bit. 

“YAY!” Ollie yelled, clapping his hands together. “I made daddy laugh!” He declared happily. 

Matpat picked up Ollie in his arms. “My turn to make YOU laugh.” He declared, putting Ollie onto his hip as he walked to the living room. “Why did the teddy bear say no to dessert?” Matpat asked him. 

“Why?” Ollie asked. 

“Because he was already SOOO stuffed.” Matpat replied in a dramatic voice. 

Steph laughed a bit at the joke, while Ollie giggled…almost like his dad had before. 

“Was that funny?” Matpat asked. 

Ollie nodded. “How do you talk to giants?” Ollie asked. 

“How?” Matpat replied. 

“You say BIG WORDS!” Ollie yelled before laughing loudly. 

Steph couldn’t stop herself: She doubled over, laughing at Ollie’s emphasis on ‘big words’. 

Matpat had widened his eyes with surprise. He wasn’t expecting Ollie’s voice to go that loud. He sat himself down onto the couch. “I’m sorry, what was the answer?” Matpat asked, now playing around. 

Ollie looked at his Dad with a smirk. “You say big words.” He replied. 

“Ooooh. See, that’s what I thought you said. But the words were so loud and so strong…that I couldn’t quite understand it.” Matpat admitted. 

Steph giggled. “I guess Daddy doesn’t speak giant.” She added. 

“Daddy speak quiet.” He said, putting his index finger onto his own lips. “Daddy speaks shhhh.” He added. 

“Yup…” Matpat quieted his voice. “Speak very quietly…So quiet, no one can hear you…” He brought his voice down to almost lip syncing…

But then Ollie pulled an evil little move: He started to tickle his Dad’s neck. “Coochy coo.” He teased. 

Matpat jumped and looked at Ollie. “What?” He asked. 

Ollie giggled with a mischievous grin on his face before bringing his fingers closer to his neck again. “Coochy coo.” he teased. 

Matpat giggled. “Are you trying to tickle me?!” He asked. 

Ollie giggled. “Mahahahaybe.” He responded with his hands over his mouth. 

“You want your Dad to REALLY laugh?” Steph asked Ollie with a smirk on her own face. 

“Steph, don’t even think about it.” Matpat warned as Steph moved Ollie to her side of the couch. 

Steph looked at Ollie. “Ready?” She asked. 

“nO-” Matpat attempted to run away before she could get her hands on him. But alas, Steph was just too quick for him. She had grabbed his sides and pulled him back down onto the couch, directly into her lap. “Get over here!” She said. 

“Get Daddy!” Ollie yelled happily. 

“Steph!” Matpat gasped. “aaAAAH!” He screeched, unintentionally leaning further into his wife’s chest. “The sides are really bad.” Steph told their son. “NO! Steheheph! HAHAhaha! Dohohon’t tehell him!” Matpat reacted. 

“But his belly on the other hand…” Steph smirked and skittered her fingers all over Mat’s belly. 

“No! NAHAHAHA! HAHAHA- STOHOHOP! MEAN! MEHEHEHEAN!” He shouted at her.

Ollie started to laugh loudly at his Dad. He was clearly loving this! “Tickle tickle, Daddy!” Ollie repeated. 

Steph laughed. “He’s teasing you!” She reacted. 

“EHEHEVIHIL! SOHOHO EHEHEVIL!” Matpat yelled at them. 

“And now: I’m gonna make your Dad HYSTERICAL with laughter!” Steph declared. “Do you know what hysterical means?” She asked him, turning it into a lesson. “No.” He replied rather bluntly. 

“Hysterical means ‘super strong emotion’. Like the word I use to describe you when you’ve eaten too much sugar!” Steph said. 

“Hyper?” Ollie asked. 

“Yeah!” She pulled Matpat’s belly closer to herself. “We’re gonna make your Dad hyper with laughter.” Steph told him before taking a big breath in. 

“Raspberries!” Ollie declared. 

“PPPPPBBBBFFFFBBBBTTT!”

Matpat threw his head back and cackled in her arms. “BAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Matpat cackled. 

“Again!” Ollie declared. “Another? Alright!” Steph took in another deep breath and blew another, much longer raspberry onto his belly. “PPPPBBBBBFFFFFFBBBBBFFFFBBFBFBFBFBFFFFTT!” 

Matpat wheezed and went completely silent for a moment or two...Only to erupt with high-pitched, hysterical laughter. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA- AAAHAHAHAHA!” Matpat shouted. 

“Again!” Ollie repeated. 

“Nope…I think two is enough for your father.” She told him. 

“Awww…Okay…” Ollie said somewhat sadly. 

“Here:” Steph picked up Ollie and placed him onto his belly. 

“OOOhoho! Hi behehean!” Matpat reacted to Ollie being placed on his stomach. 

Steph let go. “There. Your turn!” She told him. 

“Raspberry?” Ollie asked. 

Steph shrugged her shoulders. “Sure…why not.” She replied, thinking it would be fine. She was fully expecting Ollie to struggle with the raspberries, meaning Matpat wasn’t gonna be tickled much more. 

“Hehe…You gonna try a raspberry?” Matpat asked. 

Ollie took in a breath and placed his lips on his belly. But just as Steph predicted, Ollie couldn’t get the momentum of a raspberry quite right. So, Mat let him just play around with that for a bit.

“Feeling better?” She asked him. 

Matpat chuckled. “Y…Yeah. It’s nice to leave the office and be home.” Matpat admitted. 

“PPBBFTT!” 

Matpat squeaked and threw his head back, cackling with surprise. “WHOHOHOHAhahaha!” Matpat looked at Ollie with surprise. 

“I DID IT!” Ollie yelled, before blowing another one. “PBBBFFBBBFFTT!” 

Steph widened her eyes. “Oh my gosh- He really did!” She reacted. 

Matpat wheezed and laughed loudly. “HAHAhahaha! Hohohow dihihid-” 

“PPFFFBBBFFBFBFBFBFFT!” 

Matpat shook his head. “OHOKAHAHAY, Nohoho mohore, buhuddy. Nohomohohore.” Matpat told him. “Gohosh…If I get mercilessly tickled by Ollie within the next couple weeks…then it’s completely your fault.” Matpat told him. 

Steph only laughed at him. “I’ll accept full responsibility.” She reassured him. 

[secretnimh]

Misconception that DC has tried to retroactively make the new canon to varying degrees

"Jason died because he was reckless and angry and wanted to prove himself - thus ignoring batman's order's to stay put and getting killed by the joker because his experience was inadequate to take him on"

What actually happened, largely abridged

"Jason was trying to prove himself to Batman" bull, actually - after Jason overheard Bruce and Alfred saying he should be benched from robin, he ran out of the house to clear his head, and returned to his old apartment. there, he unexpectedly came across the info that his mom wasn't actually his birth mom, and decided to go find her (bc Bruce is terrible with expressing his emotions, and inadvertently made both dick AND Jason feel like their place in his life/at the manor was dependent on being robin, so being fired feels a hell of a lot like being unwanted/kicked out - like. we know this. it happened with dick. It's gonna happen similarly but differently with Tim. it's a theme)

finding her just also happened to mean checking out various potential moms, not all of which were local, or even in the country...  so, sure, angry, but also really upset and all those other complicated emotions that come along with "I think my dad doesn't want me around anymore" and "oh wow i have a living parent out there in the world"

Bruce didn't even notice he ran away btw?? to another COUNTRY???? Bruce was tracking down Joker for a case and legit just HAPPENED to come across him bc his search for Joker coincided with Jason's search for his mother???? sir????????????? Jason is 15???? and also canonically so, so small. 4'6" i mean come on, not only is he objectively young but he definitely *looks* young, too

anyway they team up. it's kinda cute - also would have been low-key fun if Shiva *was* his mom I won't lie, but like, Cass exists and is so wonderful, that funky lil opportunity for additional bat and shiva drama was banked on

then they find Jason's mom and Bruce... leaves him with her???? Like, okay, sure, she's biologically related to him, and seems like a nice enough person bc she does work w a humanitarian organization, but sir. That is your small child you're leaving alone with a stranger in an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar COUNTRY can we re-think this decision.

shenanigans happen and they both team up again for the joker thing, which ends w Bruce running off to save civilians from a truck full of bombs or something, and Jason keeping an eye on the warehouse joker and his mom are in. B tells Jason to stay put, and Jason is annoyed but agrees. he has literally every intention of staying out of Joker's way while Batman is away!!

of course, baby 15 year old jason (and b!!) think jay's mom is being *forced* to work with joker. What's a baby to do when his mom comes out and says he needs to leave well enough alone?? a baby will tell her he's robin and can help, that's what!! That she doesn't need to worry and he's more capable of protecting her than she thinks! and what's a shitty mother who cares more about her reputation and money than a child's life to do?? Tell him joker isn't at the warehouse anymore, obviously, it's all totally fine and Jason should definitely come inside while she grabs some things - oh but yes please walk ahead of her, of course. And *then* she pulls a gun on on him, right before they meet the very clown she swore had left.

He's not expecting the joker! He definitely wasn't expecting his mother to lie to him!! Reckless, rash, and angry my ass. If anything killed Jason, it was that he put too much love and trust and the earnest will to see good in people.

And it's really fucking sad that, after all that trauma - his death and resurrection both - after feeling betrayed and forgotten by his family, feeling his life wasn't *worth* a damn in the end, that he ultimately lost that ability to see the good before the bad and just trust that there are better people in the world - from too much empathy to not nearly enough

[wonderlandleighleigh]

stars hollow prompt? something w/ kitty or esther visiting? or a random comedian friend?

(Taking some llllllliberties. Takes place mid season 6, after Friday Night's Alright for Fighting)

Lorelai frowns as she peeks out the window and sees three cars driving down the street and right up in front of the Schneider household. "Uh..."

Rory looks up from her book and frowns back, her book forgotten. "What's wrong?"

"The cavalry has arrived at the Schneider's place," she says, nodding out the window.

Rory gets to her feet and looks, seeing the three cars park and one person each get out. They all look a bit older than Lorelai herself, two women and a tall man.

"What do you think happened?" Rory asks.

"I'm sure we'll find out eventually."

Rory nods and frowns.

*****

"Kitty Bruce, as I live and breathe."

Kitty grins at the younger woman as she puts a few items into a cart at Doose's Market. "Why Lorelai, I never," she jokes back, though it's half-hearted.

"I saw you and your siblings pull up to the house," Lorelai says. "Is everything okay? Did something happen?"

The blonde takes a breath. "My mother passed away. My...biological mother. Dad and I are trying to decide whether or not to fly out for the funeral."

"Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry," Lorelai says sincerely. "That's terrible. Are you guys alright?"

Kitty shrugs. "We weren't close. It still hurts a little in a woulda-coulda-shoulda kind of way. I think Dad and I are both leaning towards no on flying out. It's really far, and he doesn't travel well, and...I think it'd just be better to send a card and maybe make a donation in her name or something."

Lorelai nods. "If there's anything you guys need...."

"I think we're okay," Kitty promises. "But...you know. You guys have been so great to my parents for so long...maybe you could come to dinner tonight. Midge is going to cook, and she always makes enough for an army when she's stressed."

"Dinner, yes, of course we'll come to dinner," Lorelai tells her. "We'll be there, and we won't bring anything we tried to make."

"Seven?" Kitty asks with a soft laugh.

"With bells on."

*****

"It must be weird," Rory comments as they walk across the street. "How long do you think it's been since Kitty even saw her mom?"

Lorelai shrugs. "I don't know. From what she said, it didn't seem like they were close. I think her mom left when she was pretty young."

Rory huffs out a breath as they get to the front door of the Schneiders' home. "It makes me sad."

Lorelai nods in agreement. "It is sad."

Rory nods, but doesn't say more. She knows this isn't about her, but she can't help feeling like her relationship with her father is heading in the same direction as Kitty's with her mother.

The door opens and Ethan grins at them. "Hi, Gilmores."

"Hi, Ethan," Lorelai grins back, kissing his cheek before stepping in. "How is everyone doing?"

"Well, Esther and I never met Honey so we're mostly just here as support," he reminds them as he gives Rory a light hug and a pat on the back. "Ma is in damage control mode and Kitty is helping out in the kitchen. Lenny's in the garden."

Lorelai grins at her daughter. "Go help Midge and Kitty. I'm gonna go check on the old man in the garden."

****

She finds him weeding a particularly gnarly part of the garden and takes a seat on the ground. "You never come back to this section."

"Well, it's time I did," Lenny tells her. "I let it go too long."

Lorelai nods. "I'm really sorry about Honey."

He shrugs. "We're getting old. Older," he tells her. "And she and I we uh...we weren't particularly responsible when it came to our health back in the day."

She frowns a little as she watches him go silent and go back to weeding. "Hey, Lenny."

"Yeah?"

"For what it's worth, I don't believe for a second that you should have gone before her," Lorelai tells him. "And I"m really glad you're still kicking around. Giving us advise. Making sure we don't act like morons all the time."

Lenny stops weeding and turns to her, sighing a little. "I'm very happy to do it. You're good girls, you and Rory. I'm very grateful."

Lorelai smiles and pushes his shoulder gently before getting to her feet. "You should come inside. Your kids are never here, and they're here for you."

He sighs and lets her help him up, before heading back into the house.

"...Then Dad shows up to the studio with a Klan hood on," Kitty says, making the room laugh. "And he says, 'is this okay? I wanted to fit in. I know you've got one of these, so I figured...'"

"Where the hell did you get a Klan hood?" Ethan asks as Lenny steps into the house.

"I had lots of friends," Lenny explains. "Sometimes they'd gift me prison uniforms, and sometimes...other such uniforms."

"So wait, what did the host do?" Esther asks.

"He threw a microphone at my head," Lenny tells her with a proud grin. "Nazi fuck."

Midge shakes her head and walks over to him to kiss his cheek. "You should go clean up."

"I can just wash my hands," he assures her. "I don't want to miss having all the kinder here."

She smiles and soon dinner is finished, and everyone is sitting around the table.

"I think we're not going to go," Lenny tells everyone. "Kit and I talked it over and...it just feels like we'd be in the way of the people who were close to her. So...we're going to send a card and we're going to donate some funds in her name to a good cause, and we're going to respectfully stay here."

"I think that's a good plan," Esther assures him, leaning over to give him a one-armed hug. "And we can all stay the weekend."

He chuckles and kisses the top of her head. "Cramped in this little house, just like we all were in that apartment on Riverside Drive. Us, you three kids and your grandparents, all trying not to trample each other."

"Those were good times," Midge beams. She turns to Lorelai and Rory. "My parents lived with me for a long time, and that included just after Lenny and I got married. It was complete chaos. But in the best way. My parents really weren't sure about him at first, but then, suddenly, Papa was talking Lenny's ear off about politics and art and Mama was sitting down with him early in the morning for coffee."

"Those really were good times," Ethan agrees. "And then Uncle Noah and Aunt Astrid and Chaim would come to visit and it the place was stuffed full."

"Trying to fit all you kids around that little kitchen table to eat was a nightmare," Lenny chuckles. "But your grandfather was dead set on that farkakte no children at the dining table rule."

"Insane," Midge laughs.

"'How are we supposed to have a decent conversation with all those sticky little hands?'" Kitty asks in her best Abe Weissman voice, making her siblings and parents laugh.

"I miss him," Esther says. "He had his faults, but he really cared about us."

"The museum trips," Ethan recalls. "And the nights when we were older and he'd drag us out to the theater. When I came back from the war, he took us to see Hello, Dolly with Pearl Bailey. That was some show."

"I'll say," Lorelai says, sounding impressed.

"Poor Dad, couldn't come," Kitty giggles.

"She would remember me!" Lenny cries.

Rory looks confused. "You knew Pearl Bailey?"

"No," he admits. "But i uh...as a gag in Vegas once, I picked up a fire extinguisher and pretended to blast her with it...and it went off by accident."

Lorelai and Rory groan in horror.

"No, Lenny!" Lorelai cries. "That was Pearl Bailey!"

"I know," he agonizes. "It's how I got thrown out of Vegas. I've never been back since."

Midge leans over and kisses his cheek. "You're not missing much anymore. It's not the way it used to be."

He sighs softly. "I like it here better these days, anyway," he tells her.

*****

It's not too late when the get home and Rory sighs softly, thinking over the night's events. Lenny and Kitty had kept their spirits up, but Rory has known the man too long to not notice when he's down.

"I was thinking of going to the bookstore tomorrow and getting Lenny a few new things," Rory tells her mother as they sit in the kitchen.

"I think that's a really nice idea," Lorelai says. "He'd love that. I'm going to take Kitty for a manicure in a couple of days. I think a little spa treatment would be good for her."

"Yeah," Rory agrees. "I think I'm going to make a call."

"Loooogan?" Lorelai teases.

"No," Rory rolls her eyes as she grabs her cellphone and heads for her room. "Love you, Mom."

"Love you, Sweets."

Rory closes her door, waiting to hear her mother make her way up the stairs before dialing.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Grandpa."

"Rory. Hello," he says, obviously not expecting to hear from her. "It's getting late, shouldn't you be out carousing with your friends?"

"No carousing tonight," she laughs softly. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

"Oh, I'm fine," he promises. "Just getting some reading done before I turn in. I was going through my bookshelves, and found a few things I had forgotten I'd purchased."

"It's like finding something new all over again," Rory grins.

"Precisely," Richard agrees. "I'm halfway through the first one."

"Tell me about it."

[equallyshaw]

𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔲𝔯 𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔪 𝔫𝔶𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 (𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢 +𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔞 𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔱)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 868

Sour Masterlist.

────────────

I knew a boy once, when I was small

A tow-head blond, with eyes of salt

I knew William back when we were just some random younglins in sweden. Our blonde hair and blue eyes could be spotted from a distance away and they know it was us. We grew up next door to eachother, and if you couldn't fine one of us, we were most likely with the other. Growing up Mrs.Nylander always liked to joke that we were soulmates, well actually she wasn't joking. I thought that too but then he left, for Toronto and then it was too late. I really thought we'd somehow, someday be together. I still remember that day, the sun was shining so brightley, the air just right, the lake calm as ever with soft waves and the perfect picnic to end the summer.

I remember doing a double take, and then blabbering about college and how we had planned to go to college together while he was in the Sweden Pro League. All he did was stare at me, and I realized that our plans had changed without me knowing.

And somehow, we fell out of touch

Hope he took his bad deal and made a royal flush

Don't know if I'll see you again someday

After he left for Toronto, we planned to stay in touch. We did until his first game in the NHL. His family and my family flew out to Toronto to catch his first pro game and then after that, things changed. More time passed between text messages and face times. More and more excuses from him and at some point I'd had enough. So I blocked him on social media and his phone numner. The Willy I had grown up with and the one I had cared so deeply for, was no longer the one I knew. Maybe the billet family had changed him? Though when we met them, they were sweethearts especially the blonde mom. Maybe the money had but that would have been so out of character for him

The Nylanders moved a few blocks away in 2019, and that was the the first time she had heard about them or William for that matter. Despite having the home next store, they spent most of their time in Miami and their Canadian home. So there was really no way that I'd see him ever again. Our lives were just so different.

After they moved, she heard through the grapevine that William was having a hard time in Toronto. He had even reached out to my dad for some advice, because of his time in the Sweden Pro League and understood long negotitations on contracts. My dad spent the better part of a day talking to him and for the first time in years, she heard his voice. It was deeper than the last time she had heard it, and his laugh even more hearty.

My dad went on to explain that his contract wasn't what he deserved, at dinner after his signing. He had wastde the first part of the season, and feared it would harm his career. My dad said that he'd get paid no matter what but would of walked away and try to get another contract for smaller time. But that was his decision, because he loved the team, staff and city. That meant, he would not be seeing the family anytime soon. He wouldn't be seeing me for who knows how longer.

Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings

William left a hole in my heart, that has yet to be closed now at 25. . I fear that it will never be. My grandmother explained that the reason it hasn't healed is because I still am holding onto hope that Ill see him again and he'll see me the way I see him. My grandma jokes I should fly to Toronto without a return ticket and see what happens. But everybody knows I'd never do that.

Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created

'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay

My dad during the 2022 playoffs, said one night at our weekly Sunday dinner that he was getting a ton of hate that was unwarrented. But explained that it was just part of the job, and the hardships of it. I remember nodding and making a note to look him up when we were done. I saw the hate that they were giving and going after who he was as a person. I debated on reaching out to him and wish him well in the playoffs but debated if that was weird or wrong of me. I enlisted the help of my two sibilings and they pushed me to do it. Stating that I was his absolute best friend at one point.

I opened instagram, unblocked his account and opened messages.

Hi Willy-

hope ur okay! Sending so many positive vibes and love as the season rolls on. Keep pushing the boundaries, Raring. (darling)

Sent- May 19th, 2022

Read- May 21st, 2022

Hi Rosey-

thankyou for the encouraging words! hope ur doing okay too, blond. (blondie)

•

@rosetheviking: s/out to mama for sending me some archives from back in the day.

Location: Scandinavian

2.9k likes, 78 comments.

||

@sibiling1: the first photo 😭

@sibiling2: more like an outfit recap for the past 20 years

@rosetheviking: tbh

@bestfriend: iconic in every era

@rosetheviking: 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@alexnylander: but y’all were so cute !!

@sibiling1: ummmm that’s what we have always said 💀

@sibiling2: where have u been??

@alexnylander: trying to beat this guy @williamnylander

@randomuser1: he fumbled a dime

@sibiling2: this !!!

@cousin1: such a cutie pie 🥹

@rosetheviking: 🤍

@williamnylander: two peas in a pod 🤞🏻

@rosetheviking: srsly

@williamnydlander: wait — you had red hair ???

@rosetheviking: yep unfortunately you missed my rebellious era 👼🏼

@sibiling1: it was a fun time

@williamnylander: I’m sure. I definitely was on the receiving end of mischief as a kid

@williamnylander has messaged @rosetheviking: fancy a Toronto trip?

—

Hope you all enjoyed ! Please like and reblog if you did :)

- tbh not my best work but wanted to get it out !

Tags:

@seattlekrakengirl @slafgoalskybaby @bitchinbarzal @z3gras @zegrasbabyyy @hockeyboysarehot @fallinallincurls @zegras2crosby @jayda12 @nicoleloveshockey @hockey-lover86 @huggybug @cellythefloshie