#pls at least let me see if my eyes r fucked or if i am. pls.

[wonderfulxhappiness]

sometimes i look at things i write and i go "huh. my mental illness is showing"

[bkaulitzz]

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

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info: ANGST, fem!reader x bill, usage of Y/n, 3.1k words

synopsis: you and bill cool off at a club!

more after cut :0

your dialogue

bill’s dialogue

I gripped the bed sheets as I sniffled, the room was dark, and I could barely see him yet I knew the look that he was giving me. My chest heaved up and down, eyes were blurry as I fluttered the tears away. His hair was disheveled, eyes wide with pursed lips. "You couldn't just fucking tell me that?"

"Tell you what? That I was at fucking work?! Do I have to text you every second now?!" Bill bellowed, clenching his fists that laid by his sides.

"That's not the point, Bill, " I hoarsed through sobs. "I was worried, okay? What if you got into a car crash or something?"

"You're doing it again, no I didn't get into some fucking car crash or whatever you're worried about, " He took steps closer to the bed, looking down at me. "It's almost as if you want it to happen."

"No, I don't! I would never wish that on you, Bill, " I brokenly sobbed and he let out a heavy sigh, pacing around the room.

"That's your problem, " He stopped by our dresser, slamming his fist onto it, causing the loose screws to shake and let out a noise as they hit against the wooden holes they sat in. I flinched, watching him turn his gaze towards me over his shoulder. "You're always fucking worried, I can take care of myself. Do you know how annoying it is-"

"I just care, Bill! I just want to know that you're okay and that you'll be okay. That's all I fucking ask for, " I sniffled, the skin under my eyes burned as I wiped the tears away from my puffy eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. The light from the hallway lit into our room, revealing Bill's face a bit with a beam. His mascara and eyeliner were runny from sweat or tears.

"Well, it's fucking annoying. Every second you text me to see where I am, or what I'm fucking doing-" He was cut off.

"Because I fucking care-"

"No, you're fucking insane! None of my exes have ever acted this way!-"

"Don't you dare compare me to them as if they've never done you wrong!" I snarled, pointing a finger at him as I clenched my jaw. He grit his teeth, furrowing his brows. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, we kept eye contact in silence for a few minutes before he parted his lips.

"I rather be with them than you, at least they knew when to leave me the fuck alone, " Bill spoke through clenched teeth. I felt my heart drop as I looked at him, my lips parted as my jaw hung low. My stomach turned as he looked at me with narrowed eyes and a frown, reaching into his back pocket. The sound of cigarettes shuffled as he pulled out the red-detailed 'Marlboro' box. "I'm gonna go smoke, I hope it lights on fire and burns the house down, " He scoffed before walking towards the bedroom door, not giving me another glance as the wood under him creaked. I bit my lip, feeling my face heat up as tears began to well up. I whimpered, falling back onto the bed, and reaching over for my phone on the bedside table. My face was lit up by the phone screen as I flipped it open.

— (these are text messages under)

AMBER (sorry if ur name is amber)

Me - 10:56 PM

"Amber answer pls."

Amber - 10:59 PM

"im here, what happened?"

Me - 10:59 PM

"he got home and the first thing we did was argue."

Amber - 11:01 PM

"again?? this is like the 7th time or somrthibg"

Me - 11:01 PM

"ik, i dont know what to do"

Amber - 11:01 PM

"well if he keeps doing this then u should dump his ass"

Me - 11:02 PM

"ik but i love him :("

Amber - 11:02 PM

"yea ik but hes toxic for u, theres sm better guys"

Me - 11:02 PM

"ig :( but hes so sweet"

Amber - 11:03 PM

"but is it worth it? for all the arguments?"

Me - 11:03 PM

"maybe its bc we r just out the honeymoon phase rn :("

Amber - 11:03 PM

"idk Y/n, ig."

Me - 11:04 PM

"we just have to see"

Amber - 11:04 PM

"okk wtv u say. also off topic but should i do pink or blue streaks?"

Me - 11:04 PM

"oh, pink, r u dying ur hair rn?"

Amber - 11:04 PM

"yea i just got it bleached. anyways, i just hope it works out"

Me - 11:05 PM

"i hope so too, im gonna go sleep now"

Amber - 11:05 PM

"sleep well, ily"

Me - 11:05 PM

"ily too"

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I closed my phone, tossing it onto the table before pulling the blanket over me. I sniffled as I snuggled into the bed, fluttering my eyes close before drifting off.

***

My feet stood against the cold tile of the kitchen floors as I diced the potatoes. The ventilation hood let out a low hum as I boiled water on the stove, making stew for one. It's been days since we spoke, I couldn't even remember his voice by now. We barely met eye-to-eye anyway since he left early and came home late. I slid the bad piece of the potato to the side of the cutting board, continuing to cut the rest. I froze, seeing the familiar painted nails and each silver ring that fitted on each finger, snake around my waist. I bit my lip, continuing to cut the potatoes as I felt his chin rest on my shoulder.

"Love..." Bill spoke softly into my ear before placing gentle kisses on my ear lobe. "I missed you, " He continued, placing more kisses on my ear as he held me close. I stayed silent, focusing as I placed the pieces into a bowl. "I'm sorry for yelling at you...and saying all those things, " He kissed down to my neck, moving his hands onto my sides. He massaged my sides, placing long opened mouth kisses on the right side of my neck. "I didn't mean it, any of it. You're the sweetest and one of a kind...nothing can excuse what I said, " He hummed, continuing to kiss my neck. I felt my face heat up, my eyes welling up as my lip quivered. "You have to speak at some point, please?" He frowned against my skin, slowly moving his hands up my shirt. I shivered at the cold touch as he held my waist from under.

"How could you say those things to my face?" I wept, a tear falling down my cheek. He clicked his tongue, turning me around. The knife fell out of my hand and into the sink. Bill frowned as he looked down at me, his focus being on the teardrop on my cheek. He lifted my face by my chin with his finger, pecking the salty tear away. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, leaning back to look at me.

"My baby...I was having a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, " He pecked my lips, and I sniffled as I allowed him.

"You were so mean, " I whimpered, looking down at the neckline of his t-shirt.

"I know, I know, " He cupped my cheek, moving my gaze back up at him. "I'm sorry. I know you were just looking out for me, I was just so stressed, " He leaned in, placing his lips on mine again yet not pulling away this time. I reciprocated after a few seconds, closing my eyes before throwing my arms around his neck. His lips were soft and plump as I remembered each line that made up his lips. He moved his hands down and under my shirt to hold my waist again. He smiled against my lips, his hands wandering my body. I let out a pleased sigh, pushing myself against him. Bill let out a grunt, our lips moving against each other. He pulled away after a while, giving me a few pecks before his lips left. "Do you wanna go out tonight?"

"Go out? Where?" I tilted my head, moving my hands down and back against the counter I was leaning against.

"The club, since I know you love to dance...and drink, " He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You know I love the drinks, " I hummed, standing up. "I guess we can."

"We can go...only if you forgive me, " He bit his lip with a smile.

"Fine...I forgive you, " I rolled my eyes. He grinned, pulling me back for another kiss. I let out a huff as I widened my eyes before kissing back.

"Go get ready, " He pecked my nose, reaching back to turn off the gas stove. "I want everyone to see how beautiful you are, " He hummed and massaged my sides. I nodded with a grin, pulling away to rush to our bathroom.

***

I licked the sweet taste from the corners of my lips, sitting on a stool by the bar. Bill's hand rested on my bare thigh as he sipped his glass of whiskey. DJ announcements roared into my ears as he announced the next song, scratching playing after that. Red lights hit Bill as I turned my attention to him, his eyes already on mine as he caressed my thigh with his thumb. He stayed close as people passed by dancing or dragging their feet.

"You having fun?" He asked, tilting his head as he placed his empty glass down on the counter, that was fogged with condensation.

"I guess, we haven't danced yet, " I shrugged. He hopped off his seat, taking my hand in his to pull me out of my seat. I let go of the glass in my hand, following along as he pulled me through people.

Bill grinned as he turned to me, stepping into an empty spot. There was enough room for us but people continued to hug us in. He took my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles before spinning me around. The music pounded into my chest as I pushed myself against him. He held my arm above my head, his jeans tickling the back of my thighs. I bit my lip as my feet stayed stagnant, and my ankles flowed with me as I moved my body against Bill. My body heated up as I did. He followed my rhythm, mirroring each body roll I did. He grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist as we continued. I laid my head back on his chest, continuing to roll my body with him. His hand snaked down to my thigh, caressing it as I grinded against him. People continue to dance around us. I reached back with my free hand, my fingers tangling with his hair as my hand held his nape. He grinned down at me and I looked up at him with a lazy smile. My hand slid from his nape to his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips pressed against mine and I closed my eyes, my gloss, and his chapstick mixing. I gasped softly, feeling his soft grasp move to my waist. Bill pulled away, turning me to face him.

"I'll be back, I need to go to the restroom, " He pecked my lips again.

"Stay safe, " I let out. He nodded in response, kissing my nose before pulling away. He pushed the people, making his way to the restroom. I lost sight of him, making my way back to the bar. I sighed, taking my seat again, and turning my whole body onto the counter. I laid my handbag in my lap, motioning the bartender over. "Get me something sweet, please, " I grinned, watching them get to work. I rested my hand as my elbow rested on the table. I frowned, looking around as the dark-haired male wasn't back or anywhere nearby. I looked down at my lap, popping my handbag open to pull out my flip phone.

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BILL <3

Me - 12:37 AM

"bill u ok??"

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I furrowed my brows, staring at my phone for five minutes. My palms grew slick from sweat, and I closed my phone with no response. I nibbled on my lip, watching as the drink was placed in front of me. "Thank you, " I mumbled, taking a sip as my thumb fidgeted with the fingers on my free hand. I flinched, seeing a tall figure enter my vision, but it wasn't my Bill. I kept my focus on my drink, shaking my left leg up and down against the shiny floor.

"Hey, " The low voice spoke behind me, leaning onto the counter to face me. He snapped his fingers in my face, furrowing his eyebrows. "I said hey, lady. Gosh, do girls just ignore good-looking men these days?" He scoffed. I turned my head slowly to him with an eye roll. His hair was curly, ginger. Skin pale with sharp, green eyes as they stared right into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I covered my drink with my palm. He grinned as he stared over my features, his gaze slowly going down to my cleavage. I placed my free hand over my chest, scoffing. His face was stubbled with the same hair color that sat on his head.

"What do I want? Is that how you flirt? I'm just trying to be nice here. I see a nice woman alone at the bar and I approach her, " He spoke, even though he was inches away and the air was stale, I could smell his beer breath from where I was sitting.

"No, I'm not alone. I'm here with my boyfriend, " I scoffed, sitting up straight and tightening my core.

"Well I don't see him, don't lie to me, " He snickered, a hand reaching out for my shoulder. I widened my eyes, instinctively picking up my drink and throwing it in his face. He clenched his eyes shut, covering his eyes with a hiss. "You fucking bitch!" He growled. I slammed the glass down, sliding off my seat before running to the restroom. I pushed past people, the music growing distinct as I made it to the long hallway. My heels clacking and echoing through them.

"Bill! Bill!" I called out with a cry. I froze in my steps, hearing loud kissing noises and small groans. I took a turn, the kisses only becoming louder. I felt my heart sink, seeing familiar brunette hair with pink streaks tangled into his polished fingernails. Bill's eyes were shut closed as his lips moved against Amber's. His hands on her in a way that he would never touch me the same. I covered my mouth, feeling my face heat up, my eyes blurry as my stomach turned. Her hands were on him, places where I knew he was weak. I felt my knees shake, the pain in my feet from the heels where I once felt like I floated.

"Fuck...I love you, Amber, " He breathed against her lips. She smirked against his lips, moving her kisses down to his neck. He groaned, throwing his head back, his eyebrows knitting as her hand trailed down. I bit on my lip harshly, clenching my fists as they moved down to my sides. I dug my nails into the vegan leather that made my hand bag, turning around. I breathed heavily, my chest heaving as I stormed away. My face was damp by now, and I looked down as I moved past people, making my way out. Once the cold air hit me as I made it past the bouncer, I let out sobs, my chest heavy as I wiped away my tears. I looked at my hand, it was covered by the runny mascara and foundation I had on.

"God, how could they?" My throat was sore already from breathing uneasily, taking out my phone for a taxi.

***

I couldn't eat or sleep, staying in bed all day. The makeup from three days ago was still on my face with small residue as I laid in sweats. I held my pillow, hoping that the next sound from downstairs would be Bill opening the door with flowers in hand. Yet, I was disappointed after each small creak, having nothing come in return. I sat up, the sheets shuffling against me as I leaned against the headboard. I reached for my phone, gritting my teeth as I dialed her.

"What?" The feminine voice answered.

"I thought you fucking cared about me, " My breath was going at a familiar pattern from days ago, my nostrils flaring as my nails dug into my palm.

"I mean...why did you think I was trying to get you to break up with him?" Amber yawned.

"He's gonna do the same to you, " I snarled. She sighed, rustling could be heard from the other end.

"I don't think so...I mean. Why do you think he always comes home late?" She responded. I could feel the smirk on her face and scoffed, wiping the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"I don't even know you anymore, Amber, " I sniffled.

"When did you ever?" She breathed. Small kissing noises could be heard with more rustling.

"Who's on the phone, babe?" A masculine voice groggily spoke.

"No one, Bill, go back to sleep, " She giggled softly as kisses noises followed. "Stop, babe, " She whined softly as more kisses followed.

"How can I? You're so beautiful, " He murmured. I felt my throat form a lump, my stomach turning as if I could vomit right there and then. I clenched my jaw, putting my lips to the speaker.

"Fuck you both, " I snarled through bared teeth, closing the phone shut, tossing it aside. I sniffled, wiping my eyes one last time, before heading to the shower.

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WRITTEN BY MEEE

bill, bill kaulitz, angst, sad, kaulitz

[the-furies]

Pls info dump about your system. I saw in your tag that you want to so consider this a free pass to do so I want to know all that ya want to share

HI!!!! SORRY YOUSENT THIS LIEK A WEEK AGO WE WERE WAITING 4 WHEN WE JAD ENOUGH ENERGY 2 INFODUMP JSISJDJFFNDJD OK OK UNDER THE CUT

WE ACTUALLY. ... DONT KNOW WEHRE 2 start Uhhhmmmm. hmmmm. OH MAYBE THE HEADSPACE!

ok SO the headspace changes DRASTICALLY like every few months or few weeks or so. Just a week ago it was a copy of the house we currently live in. We like,,, grew up in this house so it was Also our headspace for years as a kid and we had the vibe tht it was. The exact headspace frlm back then too bUT WE never did get to find out bc it changed AGAIN like a few days ago. smh. Now i think we're just above & outside of The Cave™™™™™ tht was discovered here earlier this year. WHICH IS REALLY FUCKING COOL! BECAUSE THAT MEANS:

The headspace survived the nuclear winter!!*

HOYL SHIT WE'RE IN THE MAIN HEADSPACE AGAIN LET'S GOOOOO <= has been stuck in Harry's headspace for the past half yearIEJFKDKFMC

[*Sometimes it just fucking gets Destroyed. Like... Semi permanently. As in, if it gets destroyed there is Very Little Chance we'll see that variation of our headspace AgainFHDJDKFKFJ and last we uhhjj Talked to anyone in the Main System, bc we are... TECHNICALLY A SUBSYSTEM! FJDJFJ, they were like Yeah no everything is fucking Destroyed <3. But that's not the case snymore ig???????]

SO w all this information actually if we rlly wanted we could probably make a decent map of the area. cuz if We jave this headspace back then we have Everythingggg it had in it back too & everything that it was connected to THAT'S NEAT WE MIGHT DO THAT!!

uhhjjj waht else. HMMM. i thuink our current front roster is neat TBH there's some guys active rn that we'd have never expected. like HI PHYS! WYD WHY R U HERE RN <3 QJAIWOSKSKDNCXN but it's fun !!!! i hope everyone innn our subsystem will fromt here at lEast once bc I Am Lov Collecting Informatión On Everyone <= Primarily fills out everyone's PK & Simply Plural descriptions. actually I think maybe everyone has fronted a sufficiently long enough time EXCEPT FOR HAND/EYE LIKE S I R GET YOUR ASS UP HERE TELL ME ABT YOURSELF BASTARD !! GJCJCKCKF all ik abt him is that He enjoys making Pokeblocks On Pokefarm. that is IT and that's NOT ENOUGH INFORMATION MY GUY but anyways.

i also think us Existing Here is so funny in itself like our asses rlly just got Possibly permanently isekai'd huh. like. like. Genuinely I don't know if our past mains r coming back at this point but that's FINE we already did the whole 96 stages of grief shit about it IF that be the case then SO be it Whatever there's pros to this life ig. like THIS body isn't on the verge of SUDDENLY DYING FOR NO REASON and also We have a cat. we have a cat!!!!! and a dog!!!!!! whaddahell!!!!!!!

there's lotsa fun shit here But there r also the Horrors. Like I PERSONALLY WOULD LOOVE TO EXIST with Out the Constant Paranoia And Delusions but IT *IS* PREFERABLE! OVER WHSTEVER THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HARRY <3 AJSJDJF

I will say tho. When we uhhhhhhh All popped in & all we Just assumed we'd be Gone & dormant MONTHS AGO but ummmm . well. apparently not! sO the things we wanted 2 Experience have a High probability Of Happening,! Like PT is excited for Halloween and UNLESS those pirate fucks completely take over the roster within the next like week [0f.md s2 on the 5th babey!!! holy shit!!] then it's. Probably gonna happwn!!! which is so cool we don't actually... hey did Halloween exist in (source game)

man and speaking of. Memories Of The Past as we call source memories. It's a collective sys-wide trait thing All our fictives from aNY source rlly enjoy piecing together what they remember from their canons & all It's like enrichment for us. BUT we've been kinda piecing together a rough timeline of when We all formed in our canon That's our biggest Thought Project™ rn. No estimated time 4 when it'll be Complete tho probs never tbh. and w that in mind u may or may not believe who harry's first sysmate was According 2 what we've put togetherJTJEDKFKDJS

ok that's liek 5 trillion words Whoops. we r so talkatives <3 I am going to stop there it's like 5 am JFJDDKCKF we gotta go back to bedddd -E-Chem

[4izawas]

[ thank you for the donation~ ] • levi ackerman.

synopsis— the viewers were eating the view of levi up — and honestly, y/n was too.

wc— 5.00k.

rating— nsfw ; minors dni.

warnings— modern!au ; femdom ; corsetry ; camming, humiliation, degradation, dacryphilia, crying, camboy/camgirl, pegging, strap on, breeding bench, orgasm, fingering, rimming, ass eating, extreme aftercare.

day 5 of ‘don’t be camera shy…’ ; kinktober 2021.

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anon473910572290 tipped $200 ! [ u 2 r so sexy pls bang ]

“That’s the plan,” Y/N purrs playfully her hands on either of Levi’s shoulders; she kisses his neck wetly and looks into the camera, relishing how his eyes crossed then rolled back in his head as she sucked on a sensitive spot on his throat, not letting go until the skin beneath her mouth turns into a beautiful mottled mix of reds and purples that varied from soft to dark in ways that made her clench her thighs together; he’d look so beautiful bruised up for her.

leviackerisdaddy19 tipped $325 ! [ omg levi are you not domming tonight?! ]

“N-No,” he stutters in a broken moan as she kisses his neck again, her tongue curling against his pulse point and traveling up it before she smiled against the soft flesh just under his chin. “N-No, I am n-not.”

Over the last month the pair had collabed for all of their streams, which were almost nightly for Y/N and every other night for Levi, who’s slowed down once he hit thirty — but once the pair moved in with each other and their audiences had seen Levi accidentally come in while Y/N was streaming (he’d never told her, but the memory of her bouncing on that thick fucking dildo had stuck with him ever sense and never failed to get him hard, which was why it was now his go to thought for when he’d scheduled a show but didn’t really feel like doing it; it never failed to get him hot and bothered in a way that wouldn’t go away unless he came a few times) and had been caught in the camera’s view just enough that people recognized him. It had spread across multiple platforms and Y/N had posted to her mildly sfw (mildly sfw because of the endless cursing) that they were in fact roommates and that nothing else was going on. After that they’d been begged to partner up at least once, and after a long while of talking they’d decided they’d cam together until they got tired of it and wanted to go solo again. So far they’d not gotten bored of it, which was what brought them here: the night Y/N had been practically drooling over since it had been brought up.

“Think of this as a sexier version of a ‘get ready with me’,” Y/N chuckles, “you know, since you’re going to watch Levi open himself up while dressed all pretty, using his long fucking fingers to get himself ready to take my fat fucking cock.” She finishes her statement by nipping at the dark haired man’s earlobe playfully, giggling softly at how his face shifted to a warm pink color in response and ignoring the sudden series of ping notifications signaling they were getting donations and making sure that Levi stayed just as distracted. His legs tremble a little as he barely holds himself together, his eyes darting over to the piles of clothes on Y/N’s large king bed, clothes that he knew she’d picked out just for him. The thing keeping his attention the most though was the black men’s corset on top, the article tempting him more than anything ever had (aside from his roommate, of course).

“Go get dressed, Levi,” Y/N breathes into his ear, prompting him to shiver in a mix of nervousness and excitement, “and I’ll give them a little show to tide them over until their main course comes on.”

He was the main course. He knew that. The entire internet was about to see him in a corset, something he’d only ever tried to get used to wearing them and for the three practice rounds of fucking he and Y/N had done together to see if he’d be able to handle everything she had prepared for him, which he could.

“Who’d like a dance?” he hears from behind himself, and he’s sorely tempted to turn around to watch as Y/N undoubtedly shook her hips in front of the camera and flaunted her chest like her body was made of gold ( in Levi’s opinion she was worth far more than gold, but he’d not stop her from doing what she liked ), the audience eating it up like a Sunday night dinner. “Oh, you’re into that, tommy1842? Interesting…”

She thought it was dumb, Levi could tell. She thought it was beyond that, she was already bored of this user, but if she’d called him out he’d have to be a big spender and must have dropped a big donation.

Levi shivered as the smooth fabric of the corset wrapped around his waist, and he clipped it shut just before slowly taking the toes in hand and pulling, drawing his middle in and compressing his waist instantaneously. If he was honest he’d not expected it to feel so… comfortably snug; he’d expected it to be incredibly uncomfortable and tiring and that he’d want to take it off as soon as possible, but in all honesty he really, really liked it. Looking into the floor length mirror and looking over himself he shivered again, biting his lip gently at the sight of himself; the black corset wrapped snugly around his middle, accentuating his waist perfectly, and when he turned to look at the back to make sure it looked right he enjoyed the sight of the criss-crossed black ties slightly straining to hold their place; he takes the toss in hand and tightens them even more ever so slightly, and his eyes go wide at the feeling. It really felt like one of Y/N’s tight hugs that she’d give him after being gone all day running errands or after he’d had a really, really tough time during a show, and it felt… god, it felt so fucking good. This time didn’t feel like any of the other times, Y/N had never put it on this tight or let him, but he liked it this way, and that was how he’d be wearing it.

He grabs the black lace collar and it’s attached little bow with a bell in the middle of it and puts that on as well, practically purring like a self satisfied cat at the feeling of something wrapped around his neck; he tightened it a little just like he had the corset and he moans quietly, catching Y/N’s attention from where she was still dancing sensually for the viewers. At the sight of him in the corset and collar she visibly swallows hard, entranced by the sight for just a moment before she refocuses her attention on her audience.

“Anyone down for a striptease?” she asks, clearly toying with the viewers and all of them eating it up like they had everything else. She carefully removes her loose fitting shirt and reveals a black lace bra that she knew matched the panties that Levi was currently wearing beneath the pants he’d yet to remove, the thought of which making her pussy clench tight around nothing.

She couldn’t wait to fucking destroy him.

She toys with the waist of her vastly oversized sweatpants teasingly, grinning at the camera and taking the sight of herself onscreen in; she was fucking hot, amd everyone online knew it. “Want me to take this off?” she asks in a pure, and the screen pings almost like an alarm for a few seconds as people donated just to demand she take the pants off. She sighs and shrugs. “Well fuck — if you all so insist!”

With that she turns, her eyes locking on Levi’s self-admiring from before she tugs them down over her hips and lets the waistband go so they could slide down her legs and puddle on the floor, Y/N carefully kicking them away before standing up straight. She turns back around with a wicked grin, and what no one had expected out of the entire evening despite her mention of a fat cock was the long black silicone strap on cock to bob free once she pulled the shorts down, the thing easily at least nine inches long.

“Hope you’re ready for tonight,” she purrs, “Our Levi is a little anal virgin — he’s never done anything like this before!”

The chat goes wild at that, messages entering the chat box faster than than Y/N can read them, so she just laughs a little and walks offscreen, coming up behind Levi and resting her hands on his corset wrapped waist.

“Are you ready, Levi?” She asks softly, “You know it’s more than acceptable to back out.”

Levi shakes his head in response. “No, I — I really want to do this, I promise,” he assures her lowly, nodding and giving a pretty half smile as he replied, “I’m a little nervous, yeah, but I know you’ll take care of me — always have, haven’t you? I trust you to take care of me like how I’ve always taken care of you, I really do.”

Y/N’s heart warms considerably at his words and the confession of how much he trusted her, never expecting such a genuine, heartfelt expression from someone usually so quiet and passive; it honestly meant a lot to her, and inwardly she vowed to herself to make this the best experience Levi would ever have being pegged even if it was his only experience.

Kissing his cheek gently, she murmurs in his ear, “Almost showtime then, baby boy; pull the last of your shit together and get in position in front of the second camera.”

He nodded at her after that, down turning his face and never making eye contact with her as he let his more submissive mood roll over him and let her take control. “Yes, master.”

Y/N smiles. “Good boy.”

She turns away from him for a second, stopping when he grabs her wrist in a loose grip and turning back to him; he looks almost nervous.

“C-Can you,” he asks quietly, “Can you prep me instead? I don’t think I’m ready to open myself up on camera…”

Y/N smiles fondly at him and nods. “Of course, lovey,” she murmurs, pecking his cheek gently and feeling a rush of loving warmth fill her chest when his cheeks light up in a blush. Once she’s sure he’s done talking she strolls back over to the camera, a wide ( fake ) smile in her face as she began explaining what was about to happen. “Alright, your stream is about to cut to black for a second as Levi gets into position to prepare himself and I start up the second camera for your viewing entertainment. After that we’ll watch him open himself up and get ready to be used, and then I’ll fuck him— you won’t be able to see everything, of course, since Levi requested thathis first time not be so blatantly aired on the internet, but you’ll see more than most.” Of course this immediately triggered a slew of comments demanding that they be allowed to watch his ass open up for her strap, making her eyes harden in response. “First of all, you do not actually demand anything of me on my channel, I decide where it goes. Second, I do not do anything to anyone without their consent, so if Levi doesn’t want his ass on camera then he won’t have it on camera, got it?” A few responses trickled in, some commending Y/N on putting the assholes who demanded more content than the pair were willing to allow in their place and others still upset that Levi wouldn’t be showing everything. Y/N’s voice goes cold. “Either shut up or leave; if you don’t I will end this stream here and now, am I clear?”

Rushed yeses are her response, and she huffs in self satisfaction.

“That’s what I fucking thought!” she says proudly, glancing over to where Levi was bending over a black leather breeding bench; she smiles softly and cocks a head to the side, turning off the camera in front of her and strolling over to start the other, backing up from it before turning to prowl around Levi’s submissive form. Clearing her throat and ignoring the camera just like Levi was, she began the scene.

“Oh, so you want your master to get you ready instead?” she asks softly, and she gets a quick nod in return. She grins slightly and nods to herself. “What a good boy, and so well behaved…” Y/N runs her fingers down his back along his spine, the digits cutting over the corset he was wrapped tight in before dipping back down to trace his skin. His entire body shivered beneath her touch and she could see in the stream view that his lip was caught between his teeth as he tried not to make noise. She ignores it and bends down to tighten the leather cuffs attached to the legs of the breeding bench, tightening them more when he whimpers a tiny, “More please, Master.” before moving to the next one until she felt he was as tightly bound as she was comfortable doing right now.

Walking behind him, she slaps his ass with both hands, making him jump as she grips each pale asscheek in her hands. “Such a nice ass for your master — are you excited to be used by her?”

“Y/Yes, Master, so excited, so ready — please fuck me!” he whines, and she just laughs and shakes her head.

“Not yet baby, you gotta let Master open you up first,” Y/N says affectionately, slapping one pale asscheek with one hand hard enough for it to sting but soft enough that it didn’t actually hurt; he wasn’t ready for that yet.

She kneels down behind him and spreads his ass open with both hands, revealing his right, never before used hole to her; she can feel the tremble in his thighs, so she plants a soft, telling kiss on one to quell his fears as best she can before she spits a fat glob of spit directly on his hole, the sudden wetness making him clench up. She just laughs before licking a sopping wet trail up the back of his ballsack and across his taint before flicking her tongue teasingly over his hole before repeating the process, making him mumble out soft whines of pleasure with each lap of her tongue.

“Y-Yes, please — fuck, so g-good, Master, m-more? Please? More?” he whines, and she laughs a little before nodding even though he couldn’t see her.

“Mhmm,” she hums against his soft skin, and he wriggles around on the bench at the feeling before moaning as she began circling his hole with her tongue, the warm, wet muscle toting with the tight entrance before carefully poking into it; it had a little give, but not much, so she kept sucking and licking at his rim until the flesh there was puffy and open enough for her to stick her tongue in.

She curls it around inside his ass, trying her hardest not to laugh as she watches him writhe around and moan at each flick of it. He’d cleaned himself out even better than she’d expected for a first timer, so that made the experience all that much more enjoyable for both of them; it meant that she wasn’t afraid to bury her hot tongue deeper inside and that he got to inch closer and closer to cumming on her tongue alone — but she couldn’t let that happen. That was why, once she was done and believed him suitably lubed, she pulled back a little, a string of spit connecting her lips to his twitching hole that she broke when she pressed her middle finger to his entrance, the soaked hole easily accepting it. She curled it up and around, feeling for his prostate, and while he moaned at the sensation of her single finger playing so easily with his insides she slips in another, laughing a little as she watches his eyes widen at the feeling from where she could see his face onscreen. He’d squeezed his eyes shit tight, his cheeks a warm pink, and his bottom lip was caught between his teeth; she could see that he was slightly rolling his hips against the benched so she placed a hand gently on his hip and wordlessly told him to stop, which he did, before curling her fingers up and over a small walnut sized bump that made him howl.

“OH PLEASE — OH GOD, Y/N — PLEASE, PLEASE, TOUCH ME THERE, FUCK!” She just grins and pulls her fingers away, secretly enjoying the weak dry sobs he let out. “N-No, why-y would y-you — please, Master, let me cum-!”

She bends down fast, taking him by the chin and forcing him to look up at her; unshed tears are shining in his eyes, but she doesn’t give a damn. “You’re not going to cum until the fat fucking cock strapped to my hips is so far up your ass you’re sobbing — am I clear?”

He nods weakly, his eyes still teary. “Y-Yes, Master, ‘m sorry.”

“Good,” she murmurs, taking her own bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling on it hard enough to make it almost bleed; she drinks in the sight of the man in front of her before standing straight and slapping his ass again, situating herself behind him perfectly and pressing her fake cock’s head against his twitching hole, pressing inside slowly, the only thing the viewers able to see being the looks Levi made out of his personal request; for his first time taking it up the ass he didn’t want anyone to see, just in case he didn’t like it — but clearly he was.

“Y-Yes, please-!” Levi moaned into the black leather he was strapped tight to; Y/N pulls her hands away and he lets his head roll around on the leather breeding bench as she pushes him closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh G-God, oh fuck - Master, please!”

“Please what?” Y/N murmurs softly , squeezing the fat of his ass in one hand before letting it go and slapping his ass again; slowly but surely the pale skin there was turning a pretty pink.

“P-Please fuck me — I wan’ it b-bad, please!” he whimpers, “wan’ you to fuckin’ wreck my ass, don’t wanna be able to walk t’morrow — please Master, u-use me!” Y/N swallowed hard at his words, pressing the cock in all the way until she’d hilted it deep inside before gripping his hips tightly, trying not to faint from his words alone; she’d never heard him be so fucking lewd in such a submissive tone, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it. Just the sight of herself fully penetrating the beautiful man bound to a breeding bench clad in nothing but a collar and corset was more than enough to get her off, but she had to hold herself back. Instead of focusing on her own orgasm, she carefully pulls back her strap before pressing it all the way back in, rhythmically beginning to fuck him faster and harder at his own request.

“Oh shit — oh fuck — fuck, please, that’s so fucking good — Master! Master!” he wails in broken moans; the viewers were eating the view of levi up — and honestly, Y/N was too. Just the sight of the red marks she’d made on his skin were enough to bring her closer to cumming, but she had to hold herself back in order to get the stream done. Now wasn’t the time to fill her panties with cum, she needed to wait. “Harder, ‘nd faster — please, M-Master, I’m begging you!”

“Such a fucking slut for Master’s cock, aren’t you you stupid little whore?” Y/N hisses, slapping his ass again. “Just a fucking bitch wanting to be bred by a bigger, better cock than yours, right?”

Levi cries out wordlessly as her cockhead strikes his prostate head on, a spike of pleasure coursing through him; again and again he lets out loud noises urging Y/N on and for her to not stop her vicious (but completely consensual) assault on his ass.

“Dressing yourself up in a corset too — you’re just fucking begging to be used like the slut you are, weren’t you? You fucking wanted me to use you until it hurt,” she spits, and when she doesn’t get an answer she slaps his sore ass hard. “Answer me!”

“YES!” he shrieks, tears of pleasure rolling down his cheeks, then running down along his sharp jawline and dripping from the end of his chin as she fucked him roughly, he whole body shaking with the force of each thrust. “FUCK! MASTER, FUCK, S’GOOD — FU-U-U-UCK, MA-ASTER, P-PLEASE!” His chin shone in the light from the lamps lit up and the lights that came from the camera as spit ran down his face. As she fucks into him harder and faster and strikes his prostate perfectly almost every time his tongue lolls out and drips long strings of drool as she rams the long, thick black fake cock strapped to herself into his stretched and sensitive asshole relentlessly. “Ohhhahahnnnghhhghhh!” he moans weakly, words not coming out right and his brain unable to form even a few sentences properly, his brain not working for him the way he wanted as it was overloaded with nothing short of pure pleasure. The thick head of Y/N’s fat cock rams against his prostate repeatedly, forcefully snatching raw throated screams from him so often that his throat was going raw. He tries his hardest to reply when she speaks to him in an even, controlled tone but he’s only capable of the same complete gibberish as before. This time he screams it out like a man possessed as she rams her cock as far into him as it would go, sending shots of pleasure through him from places he’d never felt before. “AHHHHUNGHHHHAHAH!”

“Yesssss — such a dumb fucking baby for Master, aren’t you? So fucking dumb she almost feels sorry for you?” Y/N asks cruelly, “Is Master’s stupid fucking baby boy slut gonna cum? Is he gonna cover the bench?”

“AHUNGAHHAHNAHHHHHHH!” Levi wails, tears and drool and pre dripping everywhere.

Y/N just cackles, slaps his as again, then thrusts up into him as far as she can go before draping herself over his back, her mouth by his ear before whispering, “Then fucking cum, you pathetic fucking slut.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth the man beneath her is wailing, his entire body spasming as his balls draw up instantly at her words before cumming more than either of them expected that he’d be able to.

Y/N ends the scene as soon as he goes still after cumming so hard, pulling out carefully as he breathed heavily from where he was bound to the breeding bench before walking to stand in front of him. “And that’s all for the night, next stream will be announced as soon as it’s scheduled — night!” and without looking at anything she turns everything off. She doesn’t check their joint bank account that they’d set up for paired shows, she doesn’t look at their viewing stats or how many new subs they got — no, she just rushed back over to the exhausted man still strapped down and gently unfastened him, using all her strength to lift his 5’2” body up and carry him off to the bathroom.

As soon as she lifted him from the bench cum began to drip down both sides of the leather; Y/N didn’t care, she just wanted to get him in the bath as soon as she was able so she could take care of him. She runs a hot bath with Levi limply leaning against her, and as soon as the water’s at the temperature she knows he likes she mixes scented oils in. As they mix with the hot water she carefully unlaced his corset, her eyes widening at the deep breath he took as it was taken off (mentally noting to tie it for him from now on unless he told her that he liked it otherwise) and took his collar off as well before she carefully lowers him in. He whimpers some at the heat before moaning happily at the feeling of being encompassed by warmth, and she smiles softly before kissing his forehead and backing out of the room.

“You relax in here while I fix things up!” she throws over her shoulder, getting a mumbled mix of gibberish in response. She rushed from the bathroom and got rid of all of the filming equipment, pulling the lights and cameras out and closing her laptop (where she’d been watching the stream while fucking him) and carrying all of the bundles of cords at once. Once those are gone (and while she’s near it, since the recording equipment storage room was in a large closet in the hallway leading there) she hurries into the kitchen and puts a kettle on so she can make him a cup of tea for his no doubt shot throat. She grabs his favorite snacks, throws popcorn in the microwave, and runs back to her bedroom and then her bathroom to check on him. He’s fine, and by then the kettle’s screaming and the popcorn’s done so she rushes back to the kitchen, makes his tea, grabs everything she thought he might want, and picked his favorite movie from the movie cabinet before carefully going back to her room and prepping everything. After that she wheeled the large breeding bench from the room and into the bdsm equipment room, washed her hands, and returned to the bathroom, where she found him more lucid. She disappeared again, cleaning a few things that got cum on them, but after a while he managed to start talking again, which she only realized after she heard him calling for her from her bathroom. By then she’d cleaned everything and had readied the movie they were going to watch just like she’d planned.

She walks back into the bathroom quickly at his weak call of her name, sitting on the side of the bath and checking him worriedly until he laughs a little and bats her worried hands away, saying he’s okay. They sit together in a pleasant silence before Y/N starts washing his hair carefully, using a cup to rinse it and a water brush to brush it out while still wet in between washes; all of it had Levi almost moaning all over again though this time for a different reason. He really, really liked aftercare…

“Okay, so; questions for you if you’re up to it,” she offers after a while and after rubbing his shoulders, the statement more of a question than anything. Levi nods though, so she continues. “Okay, what did you enjoy tonight and what did you not like? I got mixed signals from you at the end so I ended things in the scene as quickly as I could.”

“I really, really enjoyed you pegging me, I liked it a lot — more than I thought I would, really — but I don’t think I really like how… I don’t know…” he mumbles, cutting himself off, but Y/N shakes her head. They needed to talk to know what made one another comfortable and uncomfortable, and she never wanted to hurt Levi in the slightest — at least, not in a way he wouldn’t like.

“No, what is it? What do you not like?”

“You seemed to like it—“ Levi protests insistently, as if what she liked was more important, but Y/N shushes him gently.

“Doesn’t matter, baby; if you don’t like something we aren’t doing it anymore, okay? I won’t be upset,” she murmurs, voice warm and gentle and very unlike how it was when chat members were being disrespectful.

“Promise?” Levi asks quietly, and suddenly Y/N gets it. After something so intense and new for him, Levi’s ass wasn’t the only thing that was sensitive at the moment.

She smiles and nods, reaching a hand out and brushing his wet hair from his eyes. “Of course I promise; your comfort is my top priority when you submit, okay?”

Levi nods, reassured, then takes a deep breath and lets it out before saying, “I don’t really want to to be degraded that much again, “ he admits, “I didn’t like it, some of it was kind of mean.”

Y/N nods instantly, noting everything. “Alright, hard degradation gone, poof. No longer exists for us. Anything else?”

Levi blushes.

“I — uh — I really wish you’d pulled on my hair some when you were f-fucking me; maybe we can do that next time?” he asks hopefully, and Y/N smiles as she lets the hand that held his hair back caress his cheek.

“Anything you want, baby.”

After that she helps him out of the tub, taking two soft, fluffy towels and drying him off for him before parking him at her vanity and drying his hair with the quietest blow dryer she owned before helping him dress in some soft pajamas he’d put in her bathroom before they started this night’s stream amd leading him to bed, where he curled up under her several thick, fluffy blankets and was surrounded by pillows before taking the hot tea she’d made him with a quiet squeak of excitement. He took a sip before humming happily, curling into her with his sweet and salty snacks as Y/N started the movie, wanting desperately to cuddle after such a hard night — and after all, Y/N was more than willing to oblige.

He’d been such a good boy for her, after all.

tags— @fuwushiguro ; @httptamaki ; @petalsrdead

copyright © { 2021 } by erenscockslut. do not modify or repost

[goddess-of-green]

I saw your akatsuki kisses post! I loved it and now i wonder if you could do one about cuddles? Or maybe just hugs pls 🥺

Warnings: GN!Reader, language, mentions of blood

◙ Tobi

‣ Cuddles with Tobi can go two ways

‣ You have sweet boi just wanting to be held by you, and hyperactive manchild spinning you around and squeezing you so tight you can't breathe

‣ But we love both ok, stan whatever the fuck Tobi is

‣ Tobi likes to lay his head in your lap and wrap his arms around your waist, snuggling into your tummy while you run your fingers through his hair and he tells you about his latest shenanigans with Deidara

‣ He likes to be the little spoon, please don't make fun of him

‣ Obito likes it when you sit in his lap and snuggle into his chest, it gives him palpitations

◙ Pain

‣ Pain lowkey loves to cuddle with you

‣ Be careful though

‣ If someone happens to walk in on you two he has no qualms with shoving you out of his lap and acting like the big bad boy he thinks he is

‣ Please wrap your arms around him after a long day and just kiss his piercings and let him know how much you lust for love him <3

‣ He prefers to be the big spoon fragile masculinity he weighs like 50 pounds guys but if he had a long day or he's just being needy he'll have you wrap your arms around him and run your fingers through his hair

‣ Konan caught you two cuddling once and never let him live it down (she approves)

◙ Itachi

‣ Cuddling with Itachi is very peaceful

‣ And sometimes sad for no reason??

‣ Everytime Itachi sees you he acts like it will be his last time

‣ If he trusts you, he'll tell you about his baby brother, Sasuke, while you lay in his arms and squeeze his midsection when he starts to get sad

‣ He savors your touch and runs his fingers through your hair, while you hum or tell him stories about your life before you joined the Akatsuki

‣ You try to keep the sad parts out of your stories, and Itachi does the same, you can both agree that cuddling should always be happy

◙ Kisame

‣ He could literally just wrap his entire body around you and suffocate you if he wanted

‣ Big boy, big pillow, big cuddles, big comfort

‣ big

‣ You like to just,, lay on him when he comes back from a mission and he'll wrap his arms around you and squeeze you tight enough for you to know that he fucking loves you

‣ He'll occasionally let you be the big spoon if you can manage to wrap your arms around his monster torso

‣ You love the feeling of him enveloping you in his arms while you two just, lay together, close enough for you to smell the sea salt on him <3

◙ Kakuzu

‣ Honestly, is cuddling even an option with this man??

‣ Depends on how whipped he is

‣ But if you look up at him just right and give him those eyes then...well, how could he say no?

‣ Acts like he hates it but holding his love safely in his arms makes him feel warm inside, all five of his hearts flutter

‣ Will let you go if he so much as senses someone else nearby

‣ If you happen to fall asleep on him he would never push you off

◙ Sasori

‣ Prolonged hugging? Why? Why would he willingly give up the mobility of his hands just to touch you?

‣ But then he tries it, because damn it his love always gets what she wants

‣ And oh, you are very warm and ew he loves the way you feel against him

‣ Snuggling into his neck was the last straw

‣ "Ah, love. You always find ways to rope me into your odd displays of affection. Sometimes I wonder if you are more clever than I am."

‣ He'll have you sit in his lap, keeping him warm while he adjusts his creepy corpse puppet weapons

◙ Deidara

‣ As long as he minds his hands, you guys are pretty much always cuddling

‣ Or at least wrapped up in each other in some way

‣ You were laying in between Deidara's legs, his arms around you and Tobi asked if he could join the cuddle train

‣ He likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, (it makes him blush when you compliment it)

‣ Sometimes he'll just..take you out on his clay bird and you'll lay in his arms while you guys watch the sunset

‣ You tried to be the big spoon once but you practically ate Deidara's hair, you are forever little spoon hahahaha

◙ Hidan

‣ Will just wrap his arms around you if the desire strikes him

‣ He likes to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder and licking kissing your cheek with a smirk

‣ It hurts his manly ego to be the little spoon but real men like the feel of their women's arms around them he tells himself

‣ Can't help but genuinely smile when he sees you cuddled up to him, half-asleep and completely peaceful

‣ Tries very hard to not melt when you run your fingers through his hair

‣ Will sometimes just come up behind and hug you, waiting for you to realize that he's covered in blood and now you are too :)

◙ Konan

‣ oh my god she will suffocate you with her adorableness alone

‣ She has a huge rack so you can feel her up against you when she's the big spoon oops

‣ She gets really shy and will blush if you even suggest cuddling in front of others

‣ please just hug her, snuggle up to her and wrap your arms around her, make her blush

‣ Lay on her thighs, they are nice squish

‣ She smells like tea and rain and ohmygod don't tell her she will blush so h a r d

◙ Zetsu

‣ Cuddling might be a little difficult at first with Zetsu, he has a venus flytrap and two different personalities??

‣ Black Zetsu completely dismisses the idea at first, he is too good for gross human affection

‣ But White Zetsu really wants to try it and you're pouting and god dammit it's like the world wants to watch him burn

‣ "Ugh, come here, brat. Before I change my mind." "Yay!"

‣ He will never admit it but he finds he likes how warm and nice you feel in his arms

‣ White Zetsu blushes a lot and Black Zetsu insults him even though he's blushing too and you just can't see it

[tennessoui]

hi all of your aus are amazing! pls what happens with divorced!obiwan and the twins?

hey!! sorry this took so long i had to think of an appropriate cliffhanger

this is a continuation of this ficlet and this ficlet, where divorced!obi-wan accidentally acquires a partner and a set of twins.

(2k WHOOPS)

The twins are not, and probably have never been described by anyone except their father, angels. They take to Obi-Wan as well as Obi-Wan takes to them, which is to say that all three of them watch each other suspiciously until one day Luke launches himself off the top of the fridge--how the fuck did he manage to get up there--and Obi-Wan drops his morning toast in a frantic bid to catch him.

After that, Leia and Luke apparently decide he is Another Anakin Who Is Just Around A Lot Less But Is Better At Reading Bedtime Stories and deign to treat him as such.

Obi-Wan decides that he’s going to have a heart attack by the age of fifty. Do all children see a childproof house as a challenge?

It somehow takes both a longer and shorter time to win over Anakin’s favor, mostly because Obi-Wan isn’t sure what the man’s thinking at any given moment. He seems to blow hot and cold depending on how he woke up or how the work day goes. Some days, Obi-Wan comes home from campus and Anakin and the twins have waited to eat until he’s there. Sometimes they’ve eaten and there’s a meal under foil on the stove just for Obi-Wan.

(“I don’t know how you do it,” Obi-Wan tells him one night after the children are put to bed. “I mean, work from home with your job, mind the children, and cook?”

“They made me head of the R&D department a few months ago,” Anakin admits, taking a sip of his second glass of wine. “So I’m doing a lot more checking through other people’s work instead of making my own. It just means I can do that and make something edible--no, really, you just can’t cook, Obi-Wan, I’m not the best either.”

“Do you miss getting to make something other than food?” Obi-Wan asks eventually, giving himself enough time to recover from the sound of the other’s giggles.

Anakin shrugs languidly. “It’s better salary, and I’m the youngest ever in the company to have the position. Means I’ll pay off my student loans quicker, same with my mom’s hospital bills. Doesn’t matter what I want.”

Obi-Wan’s chest hurts and he wants to lean across the gap between their chairs and place his hand on Anakin’s arm, but they don’t know each other like that. It’s only been a month and a half since they moved in. Still. “It always matters what you want,” he insists. “And I think you’re amazing.”

Anakin blushes bright scarlet and takes a huge gulp of wine, and Obi-Wan wonders if this is a throwing-yourself-off-the-fridge break through.)

(It’s not because the next day, Anakin doesn’t say a single word to him, which bothers him more than he’d like to admit.)

(“Am I in the wrong for wanting to get along with my housemate?” Obi-Wan asks Quinlan despairingly during their office hours that he should be using to grade papers. Instead all he can think about is Anakin Skywalker and the goddamn cold shoulder he’s been getting from the man for the past three days.

“Yeah,” Quin says absentmindedly, marking something with a red pen before looking up at Obi-Wan’s outraged intake of breath. “I mean, no. I mean, sorry, Obi, what are we even talking about now? Is it still your hot new roommate with the two kids? Because that’s what we were talking about an hour and a half ago.”

Obi-Wan crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “I’m just not sure I appreciate--”

“And you said he’s not been hanging around in the living room when you get home? But he’s still leaving you meals in the kitchen? And you’re upset about the free food?”

Obi-Wan is upset at the lack of Anakin’s presence, but he thinks that’s probably not the right thing to say here.

“Maybe he’s just tired?” Quinlan puts down his pen and rests his chin on one of his hands as he looks at Obi-Wan. “From the kids and the job and putting up with your moody ass. C’mon, Obi, what’s really getting you worked up?”

Obi-Wan purses his lips and stares at the desk in front of him, but he had come to Quinlan for help. He should at least be honest about what’s eating at him, even though he knows how silly it will sound when given a voice. “...Satine always waited up for me,” he mutters. “Until she didn’t.”

Quinlan’s quiet for a worryingly large amount of seconds, before he reaches out to pat Obi-Wan gently on the arm. “Oh, Obi,” he says pityingly. “Repeat after me. You cannot make your new roommate your rebound from your thirty year marriage.”

Obi-Wan scoffs. That’s not the problem at all. “That’s not the problem at all,” he says, not defensively in the slightest. “I think I’m just worried about the children not having enough structure in their lives.”

“Right,” Quinlan says, not quite managing to hide the skepticism in his voice. “Then you should talk to him. For the sake of the children.”

Obi-Wan will absolutely not be doing that, but it’s a nice thought.)

The real turning point in Anakin and Obi-Wan’s relationship happens five months after the Skywalkers move in.

Anakin and Obi-Wan are in the living room. Anakin is trying to braid Leia’s hair while Obi-Wan tries to pretend he isn’t watching. From the kitchen, there’s a very, very loud crash and the sound of something shattering.

Both adults leap up from their seats immediately and run to the other room.

Luke is standing in the epi-center of disaster, little face scrunched up like he doesn’t know whether or not to cry. At the sight of his dad and Obi-Wan, he starts to wail, moving forward and reaching for Anakin.

Obi-Wan, who is wearing shoes inside the house (a point of contention between himself and Anakin), grabs Luke roughly and picks him up by the armpits before he can cut his feet on the glass. He hands him over to Anakin to soothe, stepping further into the kitchen to find the dustpan he keeps in one of the pantries.

It’s very obvious what broke, though Obi-Wan can’t for the life of him understand how Luke got ahold of Satine’s heavy cake stand. He can definitely understand how Luke dropped it, as the thing was ridiculously heavy.

It had been one of the only things left in the house that had been Satine’s. She’d left it, and Obi-Wan had been too bitter or petty to point it out to her. Yes, it had been her mother’s. No, keeping it had not made him feel any better. But it’s not like Satine ever baked anything anyway.

Good for Luke, actually, for doing what Obi-Wan never could bring himself to do.

He grabs the broom and dustpan and marches back to the pieces of shattered glass. Anakin has placed Luke on the counter, ostensibly to check to make sure his feet are fine if the boy would ever let go of his father’s neck. Leia is peering around at the mess on the floor.

When Obi-Wan comes back and starts sweeping everything away, she darts forward to pick up a rather sizeable chunk.

“Don’t touch that,” Obi-Wan says sharply, much harsher than he intended. Leia drops it instantly and scurries back to her father, eyes wide and sort of watery. Oh, fuck.

“Hey,” Anakin snaps immediately. “She’s just trying to help and Luke didn’t mean to break--whatever that is.”

Obi-Wan holds up his hand to cut Anakin off. “I’m not mad,” he promises all three of the Skywalkers. And he’s not even lying. He’s really not mad, hasn’t even thought to be mad at this last piece of proof of his relationship with Satine shattering on his kitchen floor. “I just don’t want either of you to cut yourself. Glass like this can be very dangerous and none of you are wearing shoes.”

“Promise?” Luke asks, untucking his red face from Anakin’s neck so he can peer up at Obi-Wan.

“I’m sorry I was a bit rough,” Obi-Wan apologizes, coming over and bending down a bit so he’s on the same level as Luke. “I was just worried about you. Promise.”

Luke sniffles but lets go of Anakin to throw himself at Obi-Wan, apologizing all the way.

“Hush,” Obi-Wan says as Leia scrambles up his leg, vying for his attention. With his hands full of children that aren’t his, he raises his head to look at Anakin who’s watching them with a very strange expression on his face. He tilts his head toward the broom and then down to the kids in his arms. “Come along,” he tells them both. “Leia, I’ll finish your braids if you’d like.”

“Braid my hair too!” Luke demands with a pull on Obi-Wan’s shirt.

Luke’s hair is floppy but awfully short. “I’m sure we can figure something out,” Obi-Wan says generously, leaving the kitchen.

“I suppose I’ll just clean this up then?” Anakin calls sarcastically behind them.

“Thank you, darling,” Obi-Wan responds.

There’s the sound of something else breaking, but it’s not Obi-Wan’s problem at the moment.

(A year later, Anakin mentions something over morning coffee about looking for a new apartment, now that he’s got everything straightened out. “We’ll get out of your hair,” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ll look today since it’s my day off.”

Obi-Wan doesn’t want to examine why that idea makes something curl tightly in his stomach, making him feel vaguely nauseous, but it does. On his way out of the house, he unplugs the router, and then after a second of thought, takes it with him just in case.)

(Quinlan laughs his head off when Obi-Wan sheepishly puts the router down on the desk in front of him. “It’s a bad market right now,” Obi-Wan says defensively. “I’m just looking out for him.”

“Obi, I mean this in the best way possible, but there are at least four professors in the psych department that would probably love to do a case study on you.”)

(Two years after the Skywalkers move in, Obi-Wan is running late for a meeting with the head of his department. The man is stepping down, finally retiring, and Obi-Wan thinks that perhaps he’ll be tapped as the new head. It would mean dropping some of his classes, but it would be worth it.

“I made you a breakfast wrap,” Anakin greets him at the door, holding out a paper bag. “It’s got that salsa you like in it.”

The salsa Obi-Wan likes is the mild version of what Anakin and the kids eat, but Anakin treats it as if it’s from another planet entirely.

“Good luck!” he says with a sweet smile, also passing Obi-Wan a travel mug of what’s hopefully fully caffeinated tea. Obviously Obi-Wan needs it. He got perhaps two full hours of sleep last night, tossing and turning and thinking about this meeting and now he’s running late and his tie is crooked and none of his favorite sweater vests were clean.

“Thank you, dear one,” Obi-Wan mumbles, mind somewhere else. If traffic isn’t too bad, he could still be on time.

“Text me how it goes!” Anakin chirps, following Obi-Wan out the door to stand on the front porch with his arms crossed in an attempt to fight off the early winter chill.

“Yes, of course,” Obi-Wan replies, turning around to brush an absent-minded kiss to Anakin’s lips before hurrying to his car. It’s a twenty minute commute. If he gets his preferred parking spot and runs to the department building, he won’t be late at all.

Is that too much to hope for?

He starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, looking back in the rearview mirror to see Anakin standing frozen on the porch. That’s strange, usually the other man can’t stand being out in the cold.

Obi-Wan gets to the first stop-sign out of the neighborhood before he realizes what he’s done. It’s lucky that he’s already slowing down, because he slams on the brakes. Did he--

Did he kiss Anakin? Did he really kiss Anakin as if he does it all the time? As if they were in a relationship?

Oh shit.

Frantically, he pulls out his cellphone from his bag and checks to see if he has any new messages. He doesn’t.

Oh. Shit.

[isolemnlyswear]

hey ev 🤭 could u pls write something abt remus showing the marauders map to the reader and explaining how to use it? tysm 😁😁😚😚

i solemnly swear | r.l |

warnings/content : remus lupin x fem!reader , platonic!marauders x reader , swearing, mentions of sex, lots of cheeky lil jokes,

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note : thank you for beta-reading @miss-starkov <3 if any of you would like to beta read for a future fic lmk <3

a/n : yes i chose the title for my username. no i don’t regret it. and i’m sorry there is not much romantic interaction between rem and reader in this!! it’s more platonic w the marauders and remus is cute at the end but. <3

•••

You're curious; that's all there is to it. You're desperate to open the complex folds of parchment and reveal whatever may be inside – that is, your boyfriend didn't tell you what it was before accidentally leaving it on his desk. And now he was gone, attempting to rally up the rest of the boys and prevent them from doing a reckless prank or two, leaving you alone to fight your urge to open it.

And it's stupid, really, but you give in. You sit down carefully on the desk – attempting not to make any noise, although not another soul is in the room – and pick up the paper.

You clasp gentle fingers around it, trying to open it up, but it doesn't open. It's as if it's locked; so you pull out your wand and tap it gently, reciting a quiet “Alohamora”.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work, and you berate yourself mentally for not realizing that Remus, along with the others, the master of all spells and tricks, would make it as simple as that.

You huff in annoyance, turning it around and inspecting the small lettering and drawings scrawled there.

Suddenly, you jump out of your seat, practically throwing the paper across the room when you hear the boys entering the room, clamoring loudly and speaking over one another.

“Where’d you put it, Moons? We need it, now,” Sirius asks, clearly annoyed.

“I don't want to give it to you if you're going to be gits about it–” the lycanthrope pauses as he turns around, finally setting his eyes on you. You're curled into the chair, worried you'll be chided for looking at this clearly important thing in the first place.

There's a few moments of silence, and Remus walks over to you, leaning against the wall flush to his desk. You open your mouth to speak, but Remus does the same.

“I'm sorry–”

“Now, what did you find?” Remus’s voice overpowers yours, for the cadence is slower and deeper, but it's not haranguing in the least; he, like you, is merely curious.

“I-I dunno,” you respond, eyes wide, and Sirius fights back laughter in the background, with James sitting opposite him wearing a prideful smirk.

“Well, I think you have what these twats want,” he says, shooting them a pointed glare, then looking back to you. He offers out his hands for you to give him back the paper, and you do so, cowering back into your chair, still scared of being reprimanded for looking through his private items.

“I'm sorry, I–” you begin, but Remus merely smiles.

“Don't be sorry. Y’were bound to find out somehow,” he says, fetching his wand from his back pocket.

“What-what is it?” you ask, now eyes wide with inquisition rather than fear. He doesn't respond, but he grins, raising an eyebrow and tapping the paper with his wand - much like you did.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The map - yes, you can see it's a map now - unfolds, intricacies making themselves seen as it flattens into a complex web of footsteps and pathways on the faded parchment.

You exhale in pure bewilderment, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“The marauder's map,” James says from the other side of the room, grin plastering his features, and Sirius has a similar one embellishing his.

“What does it do?” you finally ask, leaning toward Remus to get a better look at it.

“Hmm… Have a look up in that corner, yeah, there,” he says, and you point your finger to where you are - the Gryffindor tower - and find four pairs of footsteps in a dorm room. This door room.

And sure enough, there is one pair of footsteps directly next to another; one is labeled “Remus Lupin” and the other “Y/N L/N”.

You take in a sharp inhale, looking up at Remus, who has a shit-eating grin on his face, and then he straightens up to take a step. Your eyes flick from him, walking across the dorm to James, and to the map, which mirrors his movements exactly.

“Did- how did you make this?” you ask, eyebrows furrowing in inquiry, and if possible, Remus’s smile gets even wider.

“Take a few spells, tap into the ward system that Hogwarts already has… easy going, really!” Remus says, biting his lip as he grins again.

“Says the man that took four months to make it, let alone thinking up the idea since we fuckin’ got here,” James jabs with a roll of his eyes and a smirk, and Remus punches him in the arm, scrunching his nose.

“Hey, Prongs, I helped too,” Sirius pouts in feigned annoyance, and Remus scoffs.

“If by helping you mean telling me exactly who on the map we've pranked and attempting to list off every student in the whole bloody school, then sure, Pads, you helped,” the sandy-haired boy replies, raising his eyebrows.

“Oh fuck off, I got to about seventy.”

“The greatest wizard in our year! An uncanny ability to list off names of his peers! Get this man an award!” James says with great bravado, slapping his hands to his cheeks and getting up to kneel below Sirius.

“Bugger off, you two, or I'll maul you as Padfoot.”

“Ah! the big bad wolf! Let me protect you, Y/N, or he’ll come for our necks!” Remus says, holding back laughter, but you don't. You're giggling obsessively as the boy runs over to sweep you in his arms, feigning a growl at Sirius and guarding you with his limbs.

Sirius laughs, but it's distorted as he transforms into his animagus, a large, fluffy black dog, and runs at you.

He jumps at you – not with any attention to hurt, of course – and paws at your shoulders, grinning his doggy grin and you reach your arms from Remus’s grasp to ruffle the fur behind his ears.

A few minutes of gentle playfighting pass, and after your laughter subsides you're able to focus your attention back on the map.

You've moved to the couch now, and you're sprawled across Remus’s lap with his hands playing delicately with your hair. Sirius, the dog that is, is lying on top of you, and you're petting him idly as James rattles on about his latest endeavor with Lily.

The map catches your eye again, and you pick it up, diverting your attention from the dog on your lap and to your wand. You recite the words as Remus told you, and it opens, revealing two footsteps on top of each other where you're sitting.

James stops talking, and you look up at Remus.

“Where's Pads?” you ask, and the mess of fur on top of you perks his head up at the mention of his name.

“It doesn't show people in their animagus form,” Remus explains.

“Ah, that's why the animagus shit is useful, huh? Other than the, y’know, full moon,” you say, and Remus nods, smiling at you. “It does show us overlaid on each other, though,” you observe with a raised eyebrow, and James scoffs in laughter.

“That means we can see you when you-”

“James,” Remus warns, cutting off the bespectacled boy with a firm look, and Sirius lets out his dog laugh (a sort of snort and shake of his big head). James holds his hands up as if in surrender, and you laugh.

“Just sayin’, don't try anything.”

“Oh believe me, I will have this with me at all times we are–”

“Fucking?” James interrupts bluntly, cocking his head to the side.

Remus sighs. “I was going to say alone.”

“Same thing,” you say quietly, giggling, and Remus fights back a smirk.

“Moving on very quickly from that,” the lycanthrope says after a few beats, and you grin, sitting up in his lap to cuddle into his chest. Sirius jumps up and into his human form, laying back onto the couch and opening his mouth to speak.

“Ah-” Remus chides, “no ruining it. Twas so nice when you were silent,” he sighs in feigned wistfulness, and you laugh.

“Fuck off, you twat,” Sirius says, beginning to ramble on again, and you nestle into Remus’s lap, inhaling his scent with your face in his neck.

“M’tired,” you speak into his collarbone after a few minutes, and he smiles, kissing your forehead.

“Sleep, pretty girl. I'll be here when you wake up.”

[pigeonp0st]

As promised I now am more familiar with Lena (and I'm in love w this woman) I came to request Lena being insecure cause she grew up with her abusive mother and she's touch starved and she doesn't know how to show affection to her girlfriend (reader) but R notices she's acting a little distant and they just end up with cuddles or something like that! Pls I just need something really fluffy cause Lena deserves the world!

Lena Luthor x Reader #1

Words:1,491

Warnings: depressing thoughts (?)

Notes:

Yay! Thank you for my first Lena request ;) this...didn’t turn out as fluff filled as I planned originally, but I hope you enojoy it anyways. (Sorry for spelling mistakes!)

————

Llllian and the Luthors ingrained many things in Lena that she’s still struggling to get over. Currently, physical affection is something she’s trying to get used to—physical affection that isn’t for manipulative purposes, at least.

It’s hard though. It’s easy to want (she’s wanted it like this, from you especially, for a very long time) but hard...to accept.

That’s why when you cuddle into her at night, unprovoked, Lena only thinks of all the ways she’s undeserving.

You wrap your arms around Lena from behind, and rest your head on her shoulder like it’s nothing, and she wonders when you’ll realize she’s not good enough.

You give, and you give, and you ask for nothing in return, and Lena see’s memories of a girl who looked up at her mother with desperation, and a need for approval, and got nothing in return.

Lena remembers a girl who tried, and tried, and learned too late that nothing she ever did would ever be enough for love. That to them, she would never be worthy of love.

Intellectually Lena knows that when she was four years old, being handed to the Luthors, she had to have known what love and affection was—she looked for it with such a large amount of wanting that she couldn’t not have known what it felt like—but now…

Now Lena just doesn’t know. Well...she does, but she doesn’t know how to react to it anymore. She doesn’t know how to give it.

She does know what it feels like.

It feels like your hugs that make her feel safe, and your hand in hers that makes her feel grounded, and your kisses that make her feel like everything’s going to be okay.

Sometimes, sometimes, it’s enough to make Lena feel like this isn't something she has to earn.

Other, more unfortunate times, it serves in making Lena feel guilty. She feels guilty that she’s never the one reaching, and that you’re always the one pulling, so she pushes away because of it.

She tries to be subtle but in hindsight she probably isn’t more obvious.

Lena tries to ignore the flash of hurt in your eyes when she pulls her hand away with an excuse, and the defeat in your voice when Lena says she’s going to be home late “so just just go ahead and go to bed by yourself,” And all the while she doesn’t even know why she’s pushing when it hurts so much.

It doesn’t even help the guilt, it only makes her feel more guilty and angry at herself, and perhaps this is what she deserves.

Perhaps the self-loathing she’s so accustomed to has become a comfort.

———

You gave Lena her space—the space you aren’t even sure she wanted—but now a confrontation is in order.

You corner her in the living room one day (not really, all you do is shut her laptop and sit on her so she can’t escape) and Lena blinks up at you and says; “I was wondering how long this would take,” like she already knows what’s happening.

You’re not sure how she knows when not even you know what your plan is here...but you suppose she’s a genius for a reason.

“Lena,” you start, pouting, because you want her to know this isn’t a fight. It’s a conversation, you don’t want Lena getting defensive before it even begins.

She’s tense enough as is.

“We said we’d talk about things,” you remind her, your pout turning into a comforting smile. “What’s bothering you?”

Lena laughs, unsurprised, and says, quietly, “I have a feeling you already know.”

And yeah, you sort of do, but not completely, because Lena’s been pulling away from you, but she looks like she’s pulling herself apart too.

“Was it too much?” You ask, tilting her chin up with your pointer finger, “do you want me to dial it back on the touching?”

The way Lena’s eyes immediately widen in alarm is answer enough, but she vocalizes her disapproval anyways with a choked out; “No.”

The look you give her is complete confusion.

“No, no,” Lena repeats, eyebrows coming together, “I just—I’m—” she pauses, releasing a breath. “I’m sorry, give me a moment.”

You wait patiently while Lena gathers her thoughts, and smile to yourselves at the subconscious tap of her fingers on your arm.

“I can’t give the way you do,” Lena finally says, after what feels like hours but must’ve been minutes, and you know what she means. “I don’t know how to give affection like it’s an everyday thing, and I felt...like an asshole.”

You snort, but Lena continues after a flick to your arm, “I guess I distanced myself because sometimes I felt too much guilt around you.”

“You guess?” You tease, smiling.

Lena relaxes immediately at your smile and groans, because yeah, she knows it doesn’t make sense, she’s already acknowledged that. “I don’t really know what I was doing.”

“Lena,” you sigh, feigning exasperation, “I don’t need you to instigate hugs, or hold my hand, or be the one to cuddle up to me, or give me load of kisses, or—”

“—I get it.”

“I just need you close enough that I can do all of those things for us,” you finish.

You don’t let Lena look away when she tries, instead you clasp her face in between your hands and bring your faces close enough together that you two are touching noses.

“Even if i’m the one that instigates all of those things...Lena, you do realize that you’re usually the one that doesn’t let me pull away, right?”

She gives you a bewildered look that has you pulling away and laughing into her neck, because god, your girlfriend is a dork.

“You cling to me like a fucking sloth, babe.”

“I don’t,” Lena protests, looking aghast, but you aren’t done.

“And not only that, but you’re getting better Lena, you truly are,” you assure her, because she is. Even this week while she was pulling away from you, she still gave you subtle unconscious touches, touches that she wouldn’t have given as mindless as she had when the two of you had just met.

“I…” Lena blinks, caught off guard, “well then.”

You roll your eyes playfully, because of course Lena doesn’t see her progress. She’ll only ever see where she’s “lacking”. It’s fine though, you’ll just show her how great she is until she’s able to see for herself. All of her friends will.

“Baby, all you need to do is let me love you and it’s all I’ll ever want to do,” you admit, ghosting your finger over her cheek. Loving Lena Luthor is the easiest, most awarding, thing you’ve ever done, when she smiles at you the way she smiles at you now. Complete admiration.

Yes; this is your award.

——-

Later, when the two of you are going to bed, Lena wraps her arms around you and whispers, quietly into the darkness, “thank you”, and you love her.

You love her despite the way she struggles, and because of the way she tries, and you love her because she looks at you like you make trying easier.

“Lena?” You ask, seeing if she’s awake. She is, she kisses your cheek sleepily to let you know, and you smile immediately.

“I’m so proud of you. Not just for this progress, but for everything you are, and for everything you accomplished for people who wouldn’t acknowledge it,” you sigh into her hair, consumed by unwavering sadness for a little girl that deserved better, and for an adult that deserves more. “I see it. I acknowledge it. You’re amazing, Lee.”

This, this she has to know. This, the world needs to know.

Lena says nothing for such a long while that you think she’s fallen asleep, but then, right as you’re on the verge of sleep she whispers, wonder in her voice, “why is it that I believe you?” And then, quietly, “why is it that you make me feel worthy?”

You fall asleep wondering yourself how a woman so full of worth, and brilliance, can believe so little in herself.

Then you dream of a mother with an icy fake smile, and a brother with a crazed look in his eye, and a father who was much too busy, and you know.

You know. So when you wake up the next morning you tighten your arms around a peaceful sleeping Lena and wish only to protect her from evil that she sometimes (foolishly) believes is in herself.

——

She wakes up with mischief in her eyes, and a bright smile on her lips, and you think that maybe you should be focusing more on protecting your own heart if she keeps looking at you with that look on her face.

“Good morning, my hero,” you rasp out, lost in green eyes.

Lena’s smile turns impossibly soft. “Good morning, my love.”

[sillysnack]

siblings r so fun to write

day 2 of my daily madrigal grandkid(s) headcanon and/or drabble post (most of these r going to involve camilo)

day 1 | 2 (1)

day 2, again (an actual fic. i think)

"Not another one..." I Know...

— just a divider idk what to put

cw: slight cursing, also i think they’re all ooc i dont trust myse;f

camilo uses they/he pronouns here

Camilo, who felt like they were dying of boredom, visited Mirabel's room in a time where everyone was awake.

"Camilo, it's 2-fucking-AM."

Camilo seemed unfazed by this, "Aren't people usually still awake?" Mirabel wore her glasses so she could flip off her cousin properly. "Your sleep schedule is screwed up. Go to sleep."

“I’d rather not-” Camilo sat on the floor- “Let’s make a bet; whoever wins has to do the loser’s chores and their own. I’ve got a particularly tight schedule tomorrow, so...” Mirabel joined her prima on the floor, “Alright. You got me. What’re we betting?”

Camilo grabbed a pen and paper and the two Madrigals argued with each other.

"What the hell?" Mirabel laughed. "Are you sure?"

"At least– hang on." Camilo continued writing on a new piece of paper.

At least we won't be the one eating them.

Mirabel shrugged. "Not complaining." The two shook hands. "May the best—" two soft 'beep' sounds "win."

"Now go to sleep! Dios mio, you spent an hour here thinking of ways to possibly get out of doing chores."

time skip

“Why are you two so interested in helping out all of a sudden?” Julieta sighs, “I'm not complaining, though, I'm very thankful for you two. Just curious.”

Mirabel and Camilo answer in perfect harmony... way too perfect.

“We just wanted to give the family a healthy meal, Tia/Mama! We'd like to see our cousins and siblings eat a meal that we prepared with our love for them.” The two beams at Julieta.

Julieta raises an eyebrow at this, but continues like nothing happened. “Okay. Camilo, prepare and distribute the plates. Mirabel, transfiere la comida a ese tazón.” (Transfer the food to that bowl.)

(^ i used google translate, pls lmk if theres any errors!)

She points to a bowl with her lips, Mirabel nodding.

Mirabel and Camilo nod and get to work, subtly bumping into each other. They give out hand gestures to each other that Julieta assumes is a new handshake of theirs.

“The bag.” Mirabel (quiet as possible) hands an opaque bag to Camilo, who whispers, “Prepare to lose, prima.” Mirabel holds two platters of food and walks behind him. “Don't get too cocky. Go prepare the plates, idiot!”

The Madrigal family's meal was pleasant; well, majority of it was.

“Mirabel's staring reminds me of when Mariano was supposed to propose to Isabela.” Dolores squeaks before taking another bite of her food. Camilo and Mirabel were glaring at each other, occasionally shooting glances at their older sisters.

“Are they planning something..?” Isabela squints her eyes at the two. “Did you poison our meals?” Mirabel and Camilo burst out laughing.

“Pfft– what! No! Why would we?” Camilo shapeshifts to Mirabel then Dolores then Isabela, before shifting back to their original form.

“Isa, it's probably nothing.” Dolores eats a piece of her meal before continuing. “Those two don't have the guts to poison their hermanas.” Camilo nods. “Thank you! At least someone in this family trusts me.”

“I mean...” Camilo glares at Mirabel, “You do get into a lot of trouble with the townspeople for pranking them. Plus, didn't she just kind of insult us?” He shrugs. “Let's get back to eating!” Camilo shoves an arepa in his mouth.

“Camilo, manners.” They swallow their food. “Lo siento, abuela.”

A few minutes passed and the family was done with their meals.

“I'll go wash the dishes!” Camilo announces. Mirabel follows suit. “I’ll help him!” Dolores looks at them suspiciously, “I’m listening to you two.” They both smile and arrange the cutlery and plates for them to wash.

“You, how many?”

“Six.” Camilo started soaping the plates, handing them to Mirabel for her to rinse. Mirabel hisses at them. “I got three.”

“We got three/six what?”

Camilo almost drops a plate to the floor. Mirabel’s eyes widen. “Cabrón!” (Dumbass!)

“We were...” Mirabel glances at Camilo. “We were... counting how many stuff we have to do tomorrow..?” Dolores crosses her arms. “Nonsense. I heard you complaining last night that you had twelve baby-sitting jobs tomorrow; each a different time, some of them together but from different families.”

“Ha!” was all Isabela could say. “What excuse do you have, Mirabel?”

“We... have a bet...” Camilo splashes water on Mirabel. “Don’t tell them! You’ll be doing my chores for a week, if you do!” She rolls her eyes at them. “I doubt that! The two are going to find out, anyway. Plus, I think our chores would multiply if they knew.”

“Just tell us what it is!”

“Mirabel.” Camilo shakes his head frantically at the girl. “Primo, you look like a dog drying itself,” Isabela scoffs, “Just tell us already!”

“Mirabel!”

“We bet to see whose sister eats the most beetles! Loser does the winners chores!”

“What the fuck?!” Mirabel raises her hands. “In my defense, Camilo thought of it.” Dolores’s eyes widen. “I ate six beetles? Six?! And Isabela ate only three?!”

“I didn’t think you’d win with four...” Dolores smacks Camilo on his arm. “I definitely could have! What were you two thinking?” She puts her hands on her waist. “Out of laziness, you two decide to torture your two beautiful older sisters.”

“I wouldn’t say torture...” Camilo receives a smack from Mirabel on the same spot Dolores had hit them. “What the hell?”

“Language!” Isabela hisses. “Today, you two will be doing chores for us only. We’ll explain to whom it may concern.”

Camilo and Mirabel sigh. That seems fair.

[dreamii-yume]

SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!

*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long

So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”

Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol

- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN

- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol

- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA

- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it

- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA

- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“

- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.

- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now

- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”

- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT

- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents

- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO

- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay

- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL

- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM

- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS

- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE

- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY

- #Grimportectionsquad

- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?

- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got

- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR

- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR

- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son

- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO

- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—

- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF

- BRUH WE CAN TALK

- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ

- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao

- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—

- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH

- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL

- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—

- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG

- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE

- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip

- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE

- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF

- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh

- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language

- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL

- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad

- …so can i have him back pls—

- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??

- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is

- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING

- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON

- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol

- It’s the next day lol

- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD

- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ᐛ )و

- VIL. what you have my queen

- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—

- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA

- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol

- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing

- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing

- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap

- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH

- Rook i swear—

- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol

- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL

- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least

- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM

- What is this beautiful character development

- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol

- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ

- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—

- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it

- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol

- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad　ｓｔｏｐ

- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa

- NOO BABY DONT CRY

- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—

- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀

- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE

- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN

- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM

- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨

- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII

- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol

- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—

- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR

- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol

- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER

- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE

- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois

- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can

- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))

- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY

- Bro this is so wholesome omg

- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still　ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao

- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning

- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh

- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants

- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao

- 👁👄👁 …!?

- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—

- WHAT IS GOING ON

- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS

- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE

- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH

- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN

- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL

- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT

- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—

- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG

- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM

- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf

- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK

- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face

- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK

- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?

- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT

- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS

- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—

- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots

- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here

- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM

- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000

- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY

- Oh 👀 Rook pls help

- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—

- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE

- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO

- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—

- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry

- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—

- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter

- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—

- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol

- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO

- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—

- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him

- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after

- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now

- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.

- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf

- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF

- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol

- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls

- WHAT THE FUCK

- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!

- OLD MAN WHAT—

- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry

- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀

- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA

- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS

- THE BOARD GAME CLUB

- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“

- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂

- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol

- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries

- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS

- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY

- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED

- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat

- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—

- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi

- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU

- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place

- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol

- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg

- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO

- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad

- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN

- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol

- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN

- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf

- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO

- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???

- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT

- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it

- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT

- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—

- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO

- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous

- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE

- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF

- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL

- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy

- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT

- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN

- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what

- WHAT THE FU— IDIA

- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???

- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER

This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—

It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁

[nadisabug]

How They React To You Gaining Weight pt 2

Pairing: Tanaka Ryuunosuke / Nishinoya Yuu / Kenma Kozume x gn! reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: suggestive content 16+ only pls

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I hope this is to your liking!!

Part 1 // Haikyuu Masterlist

Tanaka R.

Tanaka thought the world of you

That much was clear

At least to him

He would compliment you constantly

He would sing your praises to anyone who would listen

And those that wouldn’t too

So you being dissatisfied with yourself is a foreign concept to him

I mean you were so perfect?

What possibly could be wrong with you?

So when he finds you crying in your shared bedroom, he doesn’t know what to do

“Baby what’s wrong?” He gushes and rushes to your side. He had only left for a moment, to make breakfast, and had come back to tell you it was ready. You were supposed to be getting dressed, but your pants lay in a crumpled pile on the floor.

“T-they… they don’t fit,” you sobbed. When you looked at Ryu he felt something in him break. You looked so sad it killed him. He looked down at the pants and put two and two together.

“Oh, well, you have other pants-” He attempted to remedy the situation, but that just made you crumple even more.

“That’s not the point! I am so… so fat!” At that you sink to the floor and resume sobbing.

Ryu panics at this point. He wasn’t sure what to do at all. So he just knelt down next to you and held you.

You let him, turning into his chest and sobbing.

He held you for a while, just letting you cry it out. After the crying subsided, you asked him a question.

“Do you still love me?”

Tanaka was again blown away.

“Yes of course baby, I could never not love you!” He asserted, pulling you tighter to his chest.

“Even though…” You voice trailed off. You couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Of course, what do you take me for? I love you and I think you are perfect no matter what you weigh. And I will always think that.”

You smiled up at him.

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course. Now let’s get you dressed, I don’t think I can stand seeing you half dressed for much longer without doing anything.”

You laughed and smacked his chest. “You animal!”

“Only for you, babe,” he smiled.

Nishinoya Y.

Just like Tanaka he thought you were the entire world, moon, sun, stars, it fucking all.

It. All.

He loved bragging to his coworkers about you

He’s the guy who would have pictures of you everywhere

In his wallet, his phone, his workspace, everywhere

He’s never had a problem from you with it too

Until you gain some weight and start feeling insecure

“I just don’t want you to use that picture,” you sighed as you continued folding clothes.

“But… why?” Yuu asked, clearly confused. “You look so good in it.”

“No I don’t,” you sighed, again.

“You always look good,” Yuu scoffed. “What do you mean you don’t look good, of course you look good, it’s impossible for you to not look good so why would you say that you don’t look good-”

“Because, Yuu, I look fat.” You finally snapped and glared at him. He looked at you and down to the photo then back up.

“Huh.”

“That’s it? Just a ‘huh’?”

“Well, I mean I guess so.”

“You’re agreeing?” You cried hysterically, the pants you were folding long forgotten.

“I mean yeah, but you still look good.”

You blinked. You weren’t sure how to take this. Usually your friends and significant others would disagree, fight back, but Yuu wasn’t. He was agreeing and asserting that you still looked good and it was… refreshing. Honestly it was more comforting than the lies other people would tell you.

“I… okay. Sure.”

“Nah, I won’t use that picture if it makes you uncomfortable. But I just want you to know you still look good. You always look good.”

“Say it again,” you smiled.

“You always look good.”

Kenma K.

Kozume wasn’t as expressive as the others

He didn’t brag that much about you to other people, mainly because that would require socialization

But

He and his followers on Twitch loved you

They loved your short cameos and supported your relationship 11100%

And Kozume loved having you there

He loved showing you off to the chat, a whole ‘yeah that’s my s/o’ vibe

And they recently asked for a q&a session with you both for one of the streams

“I just don’t want to do it.”

“Why?” Kozume asked, not looking up from his switch. He had relocated from the bedroom to the counter while you were making dinner and had asked the question. He had expected a simple yes, but today was different for some reason.

“I just don’t want to be on camera.”

“You’ve never had a problem being on camera before?”

“Well that was before-” you froze as you almost revealed to him the reason. It was so hard lying to him, you naturally just wanted to tell him the truth.

“Before?” You turned around to see that he had laid his switch to the side and was staring intently at you.

Fuck it. You sighed, “Before I gained weight.”

Kozume blinked at you.

“Why would that make it so that you can’t go on camera?”

“Because ‘Zume, I am sure you don’t want your millions of fans seeing me all bloated and fat and gross.”

“You’re not gross,” Kozume rolled his eyes. “Besides I do want my millions of fans to see you so that they can cry about how jealous they are,” he smirked.

“Kozume!”

“What?”

You paused, biting your lip. In that space of time, Kozume got up and wrapped his arms around you from behind and nuzzled his face into your neck. “Even now?”

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“You want to show me off even now?”

“Of course, baby. Always.”

And you smiled, feeling a little better than before.

Taglist: {OPEN}

[f10werfae]

not a celebrity imagine! i’d like it to be fluff☁️, can the storyline be like a star gazing date w them. i really want the person to be very affectionate and loving :)) pls add lots of cute scenes lol ♡

My Own star 💫☁️

Pairing = C/n x Y/n

C/n = Crush’s name

Y/n = Your name

Summary: Y/n gets an unexpected visitor, only to end up finding herself falling in love even more♥️

Word count: 1,085

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(Y/n’s P.O.V)

I huffed as I turned to the side, sleep pulling at my eyes but not succeeding. The Summer heat at night had gotten worse over these past few weeks, especially since it was mid August. My body felt limp with me turning every few seconds to find a comfortable position, to no avail.

A light emitted from my phone illuminating the dark space which was my room, who the hell would be texting me this late as I checked the clock seeing the red digits '1:00 AM'

I reached over and turned on my phone with my eyes squinting while they adjusted to my screen. Of course. Of course it was C/n.

(Text conversation)

C/n: Are you up?

Y/n: What’s it to you 😍

C/n: Come on angel, dont get on like that 😔

Y/n: Babe it’s like 1am what could possibly have you up at this hour??

C/n: You ;))

Y/n: Well then go do something about that 😚

C/n: I already did…

Y/n: What

C/n: Open your window angel it’s getting chilly out here ya know

*seen*

(End of Texts)

I threw my blankets to the side as I slid up my window and saw nothing?

“Psst i’m down here babe” I heard from below, I looked down to see C/n climbing up the pipe; very risky if I may add.

“What the hell?! You might fall you dipshit”

I hissed back trying not to be too loud, knowing my parents and siblings were asleep in the next few rooms.

He finally reached my window, grabbing onto my windowsill to finally let himself in, his usual attire of a t-shirt and sweatpants glowing in the summer moonlight.

“Listen you’ve been on my mind all day angel, dont I at least get a ‘hello’ or a kiss” He asks with a smirk dancing on his lips as he arched an eyebrow.

I roll my eyes, pulling his face down to meet mine in a sweet chaste kiss feeling his warmth radiating off his body onto mine as his arms wrapped around my figure, pulling us even closer together if that was even possible.

“What made you come here?” I ask now looking into his brown eyes as he traced shapes on my waist.

“mmmm, I’m gonna take you somewhere sweetheart” He says nudging my nose with his pulling me in for another kiss but this time full of passion, the heat rushing it’s way onto my cheeks.

“Do I need to get dressed? and where are you taking me?” I say turning round heading towards my closet but not before he’s spun me around again pulling me towards him.

“Nope. Your attire is fine love, all I need is your precious self in my car and we are on our way”

He takes my hand towards the window about to climb out…

“You know we can take the front door right? We just have to be quiet babe” I say slightly laughing at him half hanging out the window at this point.

“So you’re tellin me, I climbed up here when I could’ve used your door?!” He says confused climbing back inside now holding my hand back in his, again.

I just shushed him as I got on my slippers, opening my bedroom door as slowly as possible without there being creaks. Thankfully the floorboards had decided to be silent tonight, so we were able to sneak out of the house quick without even nearly waking someone up.

The warm but slightly chilly summer air surrounded us as we walked towards his car. I reached for the handle-

“Oi” C/n slapped my hand

“what the fuck was that for?!” I said looking up at him.

“I’m supposed to open your doors, no one else alright? As long as you’re with me, You’re my princess and you’ll be treated as such” He said smiling cheesily before kissing my forehead and pulling the door open, ushering me as if I was a celebrity.

“Alright mr gentleman” I said getting in and buckling my seatbelt. He runs over swiftly and sits in the driver seat, immediately interlocking our hands and giving it a kiss before he sets it on the gearshift.

“Off we go” He says sending me a wink before setting off.

(Time Skip)

I looked out the window, as he stopped the car in front of what is now a blooming sunflower field. I felt confusion as he opened my door grabbing my hand and bringing me into the field. C/n guarded me with his arms from the plants hitting my face, let’s be honest he wouldn’t be captain of the rugby team for no reason ;)

“Where are we going babe? we’ve been walking for ages now”

“Calm down angel we’re nearly at my spot” He says as he stands up a little taller looking over at a tree on a small hill a little bit in the distance. We continued walking over until we finally reached somewhat flatter ground on the hill, that overlooked the field and the mountains making me realise how far we were from reality at this moment.

“I wanted to take you stargazing”

“Why?” I asked already smiling at him as I felt the happiness bubble up inside me.

“No reason” He said sharply, his ears already turning red.

“hmm alright then sir”

“See that star right there? the brightest one in the middle?”

“Yeah I see it” I said my eyes widening at the sky as I realised the beauty of it all. That one bright star outshining all the rest.

I felt his hands hold onto mine tighter as we lay down against the grass, our heads at the same level as I felt his thumbs rub soft circles over my knuckles.

Out of my peripheral vision I see him look at me.

“stop staring bub, it’s embarrassing just keep looking at the stars” I said finally turning to look at him.

“But you are my star, whenever I see that brightest star, I think of you and only you”

Before I could reply he leant in and kissed me, his hands letting go of mine and holding onto my waist, I felt him smile into his kiss as we both started laughing out of nowhere.

“ I love you so much ya know angel, it’s indescribable” He said pulling my body closer to a point where my head was on his chest. One of his hands folded behind his head as the other was rubbing my back softly.

“I love you more babe”

“Not as much as I do, I can tell you that much. My own star”

[flo-shifting]

Places I want to shift to.

RICK AND MORTY DR.

Okey, I know that it's a crazy place to shift to, and it's a little dysfunctional and potentially traumatizing? But also I want that chaos and adventure and to go to those s p a c e p a r t y s.

Safety measures: I'm never in real danger duh, or in any situation where it gets gory or over the top violent. protagonist luck obvi but also that movie kinda rule where even if there are big explosions or anything like that nobody dies. also emotional safety measures, this family isn't that dysfunctional and actually good to each other.

Silly and out of cannon adventures kinda DR.

NARUTO DR.

Bro. I'm so going to overpower myself with this safety measures. Ain't no way I'm ever losing a battle or getting seriously hurt, oh, but where's the fun in that? It's not realistic at all! Excuse me??? actual ppl think this what the actual fuck

Bad bitch DR. I want so bad to have a battle where somehow I have to fight with eyes close, like I just want to be a ninja and trow knifes and run with my arms like that, I think is going to be HILARIOUS. Also, how the world gonna look like ????

General vibe: all the ninja stuff stars over when you're over 18 cuz it's messed up and i'm shifting w/ all my memories and I don´t want child soldier trauma thanks also I'm all in with crazy backstories so maybe I'm like a princess but i don't know this and also when I found out I'm so not gonna let it change me lmao i'm really like dEsIrEd rEaLiTy with this one uh. Also, nobody dies, like friend and foe alike I got no time for murderous bullshit, I just want to shift a few weeks before the groups are form and in the meantime just hangout, train and cause some trouble. also i might or might not be in complete love with lee and shikamaru i'm really reminding myself that i'm letting all be in the hands of the universe I don't want to chose things before hand u know but its hard i've been reading fluffy fanfiction i need a hug

AVATAR DR

I'm sure this is not a surprise, and I feel like it explains itself. It's my favorite show since I'm a kid of course I'm meeting this people and traveling the world in FLUFFY AND ADORABLE F L Y I N G APPA BABY? yes pls i want it now thxs.

Definitely a water bender, I want to learn how to heal and maybe blood bending? sorry I just think it'll come in handy Also I want the show plot, so everybody is like 20, and I want more of a slow vibe? so the 3 seasons are going to be way more than just 3 months, but I don't know exactly how much. I just don't wanna be in a hurry lol

Also, I'm thinking of making a DR where I am the avatar? is that too egocentric? lol I'm just thinking about it, who knows.

BATMAN DR

Not The Batman, just Batman. Kinda general comic knowledge DR. I want so bad to be part of the batfamily also wear a cape and have cool tools. Yes, I want all that.

Of course, I would shit my pants if I ever see the joker. But idk I feel like if I want to be a superheroe I also want Batman to be there as a mentor idk I also love this dramatic emo bat dressing men since I was a kid so maybe I'm working on some daddy issues with this one? lol no one can judge me

Safety measures: death in this line of work is so rare, for real, I'm taking no chances. Although I don't know the extent in which I can get away with this. I mean, shifting is limitless, or at least that's what I think. I just don't want people to get hurt in any reality am in, and specially I don't want to hurt people willingly or not.

Also, I want to have powers. I know it doesn't really go with batman, but I want everything lmao. I'm also getting rid of my backstory. I'll just be some kid in gotham, trying to have a life in this shithole city when oh wow it's that batman? no way, that's crazy! wait, what's that, batman? you think I'll be a good sidekick? stop, you're gonna make me blu-yes, am in. let's fucking go pls.

WINX DR.

WHY IS NOBODY SHIFTING TO CLUB WINX. Gorgeous, gorgeous girls want to be a part of a beautiful and strong group of friends that will literally go to the end of the universe for each other and spend their days in their magical fairy castle learning magic and how specifically it manifests to each of them and have gorgeous, gorgeous outfits made of magic and a dance sequence in the middle of the air to fight some emo punk witches until we all became friends in a soul touching enemies to friends to lovers trope kinda DR haha

Safety measures: my outfits are drop-dead gorgeous. If I fell in love with some girl flora im literally looking at you don't dare to break my heart it's already yours they also fell for me I KNOW THAT I'M LEAVING THIS THINGS TO THE UNIVERSE BUT ALSO CAN'T TAKE ANYCHANCES OKEY also I don't mine whatever type of fairy I would be I just want to be able to use magic for anything? like it has to be something that would be useful in battle but also day to day shananigans, but I want it to be surprise.

[psychewithwings]

Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month) 

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

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Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.    

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.  

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?    

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.  

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar.  “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and  couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off,  finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking.  The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.  “You’re just a baby,  you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed.  “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party…  you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.”  Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his,  your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand.  “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’,  ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”  

[jeanslongschlong]

a-z fluff alphabet for connie springer

requested by @squidonmywall​ !! i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: some swearing

word count: 1871

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Your sense of humor! Connie is a really funny guy, so it means a lot to him that you can match his energy at all times. He doesn’t believe in soulmates, but he’s starting to think that maybe, just maybe…

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your cheeks! Connie LOVES to pinch them, caress them, kiss them, and so on. He makes it his life mission to make you blush, as seeing the red tint on your cheeks makes pride swell up in him over the fact that he made you have that reaction. He also loves when- jk, we’re keeping this PG here. I’ll expand more on this when I do his NSFW alphabet.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Under lots of blankets and on top of lots of pillows. But he will cuddle with you anywhere and everywhere; Connie is not shy about PDA with you.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

I get extremely romantic vibes from Connie, so probably some sort of mountain getaway, during which you spend time in a sauna, go skiing, and have a candlelit dinner with the breathtaking view of the snow-tipped mountains in the background. I can assure you he will do everything in his power to make you swoon, and (more likely than not) CRINGE at some of his cheesy attempts at flirting. He may be a romantic, but I never said anything about being smooth. That is a whole other story.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Connie is pretty open about his emotions with everyone, but even more so with you. You just make him feel so comfortable, he knows that no matter what he’s feeling you won’t judge him; you’ll try your hardest to sympathize and help him work through it. That’s another thing he loves about you, your empathy.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

CONNIE WANTS LIKE FIVE KIDS AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND. In any case, he only wants them if you want them of course. He isn’t going to force you into something you don’t want. However, I would say that it could be a deal breaker for him…but it just depends. If you do want to have kids as well, I’d say he wants to start having them around 24/25.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

HE LOVES GIVING GIFTS. I don’t think he has a lot of money so they probably aren’t expensive ones, but expect a bunch of small things randomly. He doesn’t need a holiday to buy you a gift, he just does it whenever he feels like it (which is almost always LMFAO he’s such a sweetie I am in love).

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

All the time. Everywhere. Everyday. He holds onto your hand like it’s his fucking LIFELINE. (please I simp for this man so much he is so precious help)

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Simply put, he would cry. Similar to Eren, he would most likely shut down, overwhelmed by the panic and regret that washes over him when someone informs him of your injury. He would be so patient and loving during your recovery period, though. If you were staying in a hospital room he would give you his pudding cups during dinnertime.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Obviously Connie likes to joke, he’s one of the funniest characters in AOT. However, pranks? Nah. Not alone, at least. Teamed up with Sasha is a whole other story. But I don’t think they’d be anything serious. If he did prank you, it would be like…hiding a whoopie cushion on the couch where you normally sit, not a breakup prank or a cheating prank. He thinks those are too cruel and he would feel wayyyy too bad about it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Lowkey…I feel like he gives wet and sloppy kisses. But the type that make you feel warm inside. Kissing him brightens your whole day, they’re so infused with love that you could faint.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Words, gifts, kisses, random hugs, cuddles, you name it. He makes it VERY KNOWN in every way possible that he loves you. He is not embarrassed about it at all, and he makes sure you don’t forget it.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Your first date. He stuttered so bad and yet you didn’t make fun of him. That’s when he knew that he had it BAD for you. He went home and literally couldn’t sleep he was so overwhelmed with affection for you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He’s afraid that his forwardness will eventually scare you away. He’s so open about everything, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that you are, so he’s afraid that one day he will overstep his boundaries and drive you away permanently.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

French kissing is a no-no. Even though his kisses are wet and sloppy, I really think that the thought of your tongues in each other’s mouths gross him out. I think the same goes for Levi, too, if I’m being honest.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Angel, my love, my dearest. THIS BOY IS SO CHEESY BUT IT MELTS YOU

“You’re so pretty, angel. How the hell did I manage to get a girlfriend as heavenly as you?”

(And then you probably made fun of him and you two double over in the type of laughter that makes your stomach cramp. Oh, to be loved by Connie.)

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

A lot, quality time is his love language, second to gift giving. If he had it his way, the only time he would be away from you is when he was at work, at school, or going to the bathroom. Otherwise, he wants to be all up in your business. But, he respects your space so he tries to refrain from asking you to hang out every day. Key word: tries.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

“Two” by Sleeping At Last. No explanation needed.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

He tells you everything, even things you think ‘god, why did he tell me that?’ afterwards. SO, he tells you everything. He keeps nothing from you, which makes surprising you SUPER hard for him LMAO. He just wants to tell you as soon as he possibly can.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Not very long. 3 months at most. This boy can’t wait LOL he has 0 patience. He knew he wanted to make you his even before you had your first date, but he waited to give you time to think about what you wanted. (Although how could you not want him??? FR)

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Super supportive. He will be whatever you need him to be. If you need to scream at him to let out all of your frustration? He’ll let you. If you need him to hold a pillow for you to punch while you’re angry? Consider him your new punching bag. If you need him to just hold you and stroke your hair while you cry? He’ll do it. Anything for you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s honestly just so happy that you love him. He loves to show you off; he tells anyone who will listen how amazing you are, how beautiful you are, how he’s convinced that if soulmates did exist, you’d be his.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Like Eren, Connie would lay down his life for you in a heartbeat. He gets a little scared when he thinks about you fighting, but he knows that you’d be fine, so he never really voices that fear.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Pretty damn well. He’s not dumb, he can tell when you’re actually mad and when you’re just crabby because you haven’t eaten. He’s memorized all of the indicators that point towards how you’re feeling, and he’s always prepared to deal with it.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

SOOOOO ROMANTICALLY PLS IM GONNA SOB THINKING ABOUT IT.

This is the only secret that I feel he would successfully keep from you; he wants to make it as special as possible (which is quite the opposite of Eren LOL). He would take you on a walk near sunset, and would time it so perfectly that you would end up at the place you first met right when the sun starts to set.

The sky is filled with picturesque shades of pinks, yellows, reds, and oranges, and you stop for a moment to gape in astonishment at its beauty. He admires you as you stare at the sky, your hand held to your forehead to shield your eyes from the brunt of the sun’s mighty rays, your eyes filled with such bewilderment that it warms him from the inside out. He takes this moment to kneel down onto one knee, reaching back to fish out the black ring box he had put in his pockets a few hours before.

“Y/N…” he says softly, trying to get your attention. You turn around, expecting him to make fun of you for being so infatuated with the colors of the sky, but instead let out a strangled gasp.

“Holy shit, are you-“

“Yes,” he smiles up at you and reaches out with his left hand to grasp your right. He gives your hand a loving squeeze, sucks in a breath, then continues, “I knew from the moment we met here all of those years ago that I was going to marry you. You know how I knew?” You shake your head no. “The moment our eyes met, I was filled with such a sense of completion that there was no other way to explain it. I’ve told you many times that I don’t believe in soulmates, that I think it’s just a shanty created by the romance genre to create unrealistic expectations when it comes to love. But…I’m now thoroughly convinced that you are mine.”

“Connie, I-“

“Marry me.”

“Yes.”

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Taking a nap with you under a thick blanket. He loves to be held by you, so preferably with him on top of you, your arms wrapped tightly around him and him using your stomach as a pillow. Prime sleeping position for Connie Springer.

[santigarcia]

Electric Plug 🔌

Human Touch Part Seven

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

word count: 4.5k

rating: M for smut, dirty talk, slight mentions of violence and cheating (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)

summary: You go see Nathan after his accident, and an old flame rekindles. 

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal​ and @sergeantkane​​ as always!!

You call the hospital, pleading with them to give you information if he’s ok. But all you hear is a loud click. This is the only time that Nathan’s fame bothers you. It makes you sick to think that people want to know if he’s ok for their gossip mags. You feel guilt, and that gnawing raw feeling deep in your gut that only he gave you.

For the next few weeks, you keep tabs on him. Your wedding is in less than a month, and you’ve spent more time stalking the internet for info on your ex than you have with your own wedding. But all the work is being done for you. Jack seems to be more involved in it than you.

All you can think about is Nathan. You suppose that’s a bad thing, right before your wedding. But you want to know he’s alright. He could have died thinking you hate him. And while you did for some time, you don’t anymore. If you’re being totally honest you kind of hated him even when you were together. He drove you insane sometimes, but you miss that.

As soon as you get the word Nathan has been sent home, you call your cousin up.

“Aren’t you getting married in a week?”

Yes, yes you are. But you need to see him. You tell her that you need to get a way for just a day or two, that the stress of the wedding is too much. She agrees to let you come up, and you plan to fly back to the states together.

It’s been so long since you got lost and showed up soaking wet at Nathan’s door. This time, you dress for the occasion. Your best little black dress. Sleek heels. You do your hair, makeup, and wear the perfume that used to drive him wild. You’re not entirely sure why you do this, but deep down you know. You just won’t admit it. You want him to admit he fucked up. You want him to want you back.

So, when you knock on his door, you yourself feel a little thrill. But the nerves hit. You haven’t spoken to him in at least two years, and neither of you got closure from the situation. You’re about to reopen a wound that’s barely healed.

Or maybe not – he’s not answering the door.

You start to bang on it, you know he’s home. The lights are on.

“Nathan! Open up!”

When the door finally opens, you’re greeted with Nathan, his face one of surprise, but it quickly turns to a scowl.

”I know I am the last person you want to see right now but-“

“What? What do you want?” he cuts you off. You think of all the things you want to tell him. To ask him. You want to apologize; you want him to apologize. You want to know if he’s ok. But that’s not what comes out.

“Ok I know things ended badly, but I'm getting married next week and-“ you grab him and kiss him deeply. Your tongue delves into his mouth, and he quickly deepens the kiss himself. “I need you.” You tell him, you’re breathless.

“You’re gonna regret this, baby,” he grabs your ass and pulls you to him, and somehow manages to close the door behind you both.

“Make me regret it,” you moan into him. Damn, you’ve missed this. This is the raw passion you’ve been missing. His strong arms hold you tight and he backs you into a wall. His hands are on your dress, already quick to hike it up over your hips.

With the quirk of a brow, he looks at you when he sees you’re without underwear. Ok, maybe this is what you wanted.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin you, baby.” He sucks on your neck as he wraps your legs around his waist. His teeth almost hurt, but it’s a good pain, you wouldn’t trade it for anything. “You shouldn’t even be near here. Near me.”

“Please, I’m begging you,” you whine. You didn’t mean to sound this desperate but now that his hands and mouth are on you it just comes out. You claw at his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You need his skin on yours. He pulls back to tug it off, and in the process, he rips your dress open. This frees your bare chest, and he grabs your tits with a fiery aggression. He squeezes them and bites on your shoulder.

His chest is heaving, and the truth spills out.

“I missed you so fuckin’ much, you know that? No one takes my cock quite as well as you do.”

You hate that he’s right, and it only makes you wetter for him.

“No one gives it like you do,” you tell him, moaning trying to get him to push himself inside. You’re desperate, aching.

“Damn right.” He lightly smacks your clit, and you cry out. “I’m the only one who fucks this pussy right.”

“Please!” you buck your hips trying to urge him on. “I need you!”

He finally gives you what you want and thrusts into you hard. He fills you so well, and you choke out a gasp. He’s so proud of himself, he can’t let this moment slip by.

“Oh, you always take me so well kitten,” he grunts shifting his position and hitting you deeper. “This is my pussy, isn’t it? You love it when I fuck this tight pussy? Say it.”

“Nathan!” you dig your nails into his back, and he buries his face into your neck.

“Say it.”

“I love it when you fuck this tight pussy!” you scream as he rubs his thumb over your clit. He’s giving it hard, but you need it. You need all of him. And he fuckin’ knows it.

“Yeah, I can tell how much you love it,” he growls. “You love having my big cock inside you, don’t you? I bet your little fuck toy fiancé can’t fill you nearly as well as I do, does he?”

“No,” you gasp, “only you. I belong to you.”

“Good girl, fuck!” his head falls on your shoulder, he rubs your clit harder to match his heavy thrusts. “I want you to come for me and show me just how good you can be. Okay kitten?”

You whine and claw at him, “I’m so close, please! Let me come!”

“Do it. Come all over my fucking cock.”

With the sound of his voice and the press of his thumb, you find your release. It’s white hot and intense, and your lower back cramps from the intensity of your squeezing around him. You gasp for air and grunt while he still pushes into you. He’s chasing his high and you want him to hit it.

“FUCK! Fuck, can I come inside you?” his voice is full of need, he’s not above begging to fill you up.

“Do it,” you say back to him. “I want all of you.” And that’s the truth.

“Fuck, fuck. That’s it. Oohhh. Oh shit, you take my cum so well,” he chuckles and kisses your cheek. Your bodies still but your chests heave together.

“He doesn't - not like this.” In fact, he’s never given you such pleasure. It’s only ever about him.

“Poor baby, you’ve been neglected, haven’t you?” He smirks kissing you again. “Your thin dick fiancé can’t take care of you properly, hmm?”

“Nathan you wouldn't believe, he- he just doesn't- You know exactly what to do to get me soaked,” you sigh and flutter around him when he pulls out.

“I know you. More than just sexually.”

You nod, he truly does.

“Fuck we made a mess,” he grins and sets you down on the floor. Your knees tremble and your dress is torn around your waist. Nathan’s slick is sliding down your thighs. “Come on,” he hands you his shirt off the floor, and he pulls your torn-to-shreds dress off your body.

You follow him down the familiar maze of his home into your bedroom. You sit down on the bed and he disappears into the bathroom. He returns with a rag to clean you up, and when he’s finished, he lays down beside you. He curls up close to you and kisses your neck before he gets settled.

It’s quiet for a while. You just hold each other in silence. It’s nice. A still moment with him is what you’ve been missing.

He breaks the silence with a sigh, then comes the question you’ve been waiting for.

”Do… do you love him?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you feel your chest tighten. Nathan’s calm, but you know he’s dying for an answer.

“I- I don't know anymore. I started dating him after we broke up because well, he wasn't you. And now that's- that's the problem. He's safe.  But he’s boring. And he only cares about himself.”

It’s as if you’re just now realizing what you’ve known all along.

“Don’t marry him.” It’s not a plea, it’s not a demand. It’s a casual statement. But when he buries his face in your neck that tells you how he really feels. “I know we didn’t part on the best of terms, but… fuck, I’ve missed you.”

“Really? I- I mean I know we just angry fucked – But I thought you would never wanna see me again. Especially after what I did to you. We both did stupid things.”

“Baby I missed you the whole time. Didn’t you know? I was angry and scared because I was in love with you and it just seemed better to let you go then to end up hurting you.” He sighs pulling you in closer, his lips press softly into your skin. “But then cuz I was an asshole I hurt you and pushed you out.”

“I know, I think I always knew.”

“And he’s cheating on you anyways.”

“What?”

“Oh shit, that’s right. You never saw the texts. I told you everything.”

You sit up and look down at him laying in the bed. He’s so gorgeous, it’s as if you’ve forgotten. You’re still that girl with a crush on him.

“I ignored the texts cuz I was mad at you over the AI. He’s really cheating on me?”

“I know,” he smiles sadly. “I’m onto new tech now though. Smart Home Devices. But yeah, shit baby, I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I stalked him online,” he clears his throat. “You know-“

“Cuz you were jealous,” you giggle and lean down to kiss the grey spot on his head.

“Ok, yeah fuck it I was. I wanted to see who I lost you to. But then it was pretty obvious he was cheating, and I tried to let you know, but you never answered.”

“I’m sorry about that, by the way. For not answering.”

“I’m sorry I did all that behind your back.”

“It’s just- if I had been here,” you start to sniffle. You look down at the scar on his chest, and it makes your heart pound. “What if something had happened, and I never got to tell you…” you wipe your tears on your sleeve. “Are you okay?” You reach out and touch the scar on his chest. His skin chills from your touch, but he’s still, he lets you touch him.

“I’m not okay without you. But yeah, I’m fine. Couple scars.”

“And what did you mean earlier? When you said you were in love with me? Was? Does this mean you aren't in love with me anymore? What am I even doing here? I don't know what to do anymore. Everyone has been making decisions for me. No one cares about what I want.”

“Hey, easy kitten.” That familiar nickname. “No, I… I’m still in love with you.” He sits up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. “I want you to choose. if you want to stay… I want to be better for you. But I want you to make the choice yourself.”

“Nathan, I- the fact that you want me to choose is making me want to stay.”

“Then stay,” he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “But only if it’s what you think is best for you.”

“You're what's best for me, no one has cared for me like you do. And no one gets under my skin like you do either,” you lean up to kiss his lips. “Listen to me right now Nathan. If I do this, if I call off that wedding, you have to promise me right now some changes will be made around here. For both of us.”

“I promise. I swear. Name it and it’s done.”

“I'm not telling you to stop drinking, but go easy ok? You scare me sometimes when you overdo it.”

“Done. Truth be told, if I have you, I won’t really need to drink. Being with you… it quiets my mind. What else?”

“I wanna be the only one. If you need to, I don't know, fuck one of the AI’s for some science thing that's fine, just tell me about it and don’t lie to me. But if it's for you to blow off steam? Come get me. Ok?”

“You’re the only pussy I want, I promise. And I’m done with them. Could never get them wet and warm like you,” he winks and pulls you into his arms. “You’re all I need.”

“And last thing….I need you to help me think of a way to tell my family and my fiancé this whole thing is off,” you wince at the thought. Either way you’re breaking it off with Jack because he’s cheating but bringing Nathan back after having just slept with him means you cheated too. “Because I technically cheated on him with you,” you say aloud.

“Nah, kitten. You decided it was over with him the moment you came out here. Fuck having cold feet, you were done.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, you couldn’t admit it to yourself, but he sees right through you. He always has.

“I know,” he grins.

“Ugh you ass,” you shove his chest.

“Ow, my scar!” he flops back dramatically on the bed. You play along and kiss all over his face.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.”

“I’m not. What if you had gotten hurt? I’d never forgive myself. I was already a damn mess after you left.”

You can’t curl into him any closer, but it doesn’t stop you from trying. His warmth is so comforting. The smell of his soap on his skin. The expensive beard oil. You’ve missed rubbing that into his beard. Everything about being close to him reminds you that this is right, this is what you want. He is who you want.

“What about the wedding? It’s next week,” you sigh. The thought fills you with dread having to cancel everything.

“What if you went through with it? And then I come in and crash the wedding,” he chuckles. “Always wanted to crash a wedding.”

“Wait, that’s not a bad idea,” you giggle.

“We can do anything you want, baby. Hell, I’ll crash your wedding and be your groom if you want.”

“Did you- did you just say what I thought you said?” you sit up to look at him, you want to read the expression on his face. His eyes are serious, but there’s a slight smile on his lips, he nibbles on his lip.

“If you wanted. I know we’ve never talked about that, but… I’d like to. I wouldn’t mind getting hitched,” he shrugs, but you know he means it.

“I thought you didn’t believe in marriage,” you feel tears welling up in your eyes. This changes everything.

“People assume that,” he chuckles sitting up, his hands rub your thighs. “I’m not opposed. And if it would make you happy, then why the hell not?”

“I want that more than anything!” you lean forward to kiss him, and he leans back pulling you with him. His thumb strokes your back while you kiss his cheeks and lips.

“Then let’s get married. I wanna make you Mrs. Bateman,” he hums kissing you and he squeezes your hip.

“You’re gonna hate Jack,” you laugh realizing they’ll have to meet at some point.

“He’ll hate me when he realizes I’m stealing his fiancé.”

“I can’t believe I was going to marry him. I felt like I had to. I was mad at you, and I thought that would be my way to get back at you by saying yes, even though I felt pressured. I don't know what made me come back here to you, but I'll spend the rest of my life glad I did.”

“You came back because I’m irresistible,” he gives you a playful look. “I’m glad you came. I’m so glad you’re back. I want you to make your own decisions, so… I really hope you don’t feel like you have to marry me.”

“No, I want to. I want to marry you. I want you in my life. You respect me enough to make my own decisions. And you know where my g-spot is.”

He snorts out a laugh, “Ahhh, yes, my primary function as your future husband. Honestly wouldn’t mind if you just used me like a glorified sex toy. That’d probably be hot.”

You smile and kiss him again. You can’t seem to stop, and you don’t want to. He wraps his arms around you and your legs tangle between the sheets. He pushes into you slowly, your bodies mold together and it’s everything you could want.

“I can’t wait to crash your wedding,” he muses. You laugh imaging the chaos.

“You can’t wait to make a scene, can you?”

“Kitten, I am the scene.”

“What am I getting myself into?” you laugh.

You fall asleep in his arms that night and leaving his warmth the next morning is one of the hardest things you do.

“It’s just a few more days kitten,” he reassures you. And you know that but having him and then leaving is worse than you could have imagined.

Now you have to go back and pretend you’re excited to marry Jack. The excitement part is easy, you are excited about getting married, just not to Jack. You almost feel guilty, living this lie. But then you remember Jack has been cheating on you this entire time.

You went back and read the texts Nathan sent you on your flight home. Some of them broke your heart. Some of them were genuinely funny and he was trying to make you laugh. Anger burned in you when you found the texts about Jack. It was plain as day and you felt stupid, you’d missed it. You know all these women and it makes so much sense. There’d be nights when he was gone and had no excuse to be out of the house.

You don’t blame Nathan for fucking one of his AI’s. He was stressed and overwhelmed with love for you he panicked. Sure, it was a dick move, and he wasn’t thinking straight. But he knew it was wrong and apologized for it. Over and over. He’d tell you later that after you left, he couldn’t get off like he could when he was with you. The AI fucking was over, and after one almost killed him, he gave it up.

But Jack is flat out cheating on you and has been lying about it for years. He had the nerve to propose to you while he had women on the side. You feel so stupid.

You’re out of it during the rehearsal dinner. You pay attention to nothing during the actual rehearsal. Nathan is going to be there tomorrow and break it all up. You feel those butterflies thinking about him coming to save you.

He’s nervous. He’s barely talked to you, but you know why. This is a big change for him, but one he’s ready to embrace. He’s not one to back down from a challenge.

You wake up the day of your wedding with a text from Nathan. All it says is “good morning.”

If there was any doubt he wouldn’t show up, this blew them all away. He’ll be there.

You just don’t know when.

It changes everything. When you put on your dress, all your bridesmaids and family comment on how you’re glowing and radiant. You got this dress with Nathan in mind, you can’t wait for him to see you in it.

There’s a tremble in your step as you’re escorted down the aisle. No one knows the secret you’re hiding.

It’s at this moment you start to get anxious. You don’t know when he’ll interrupt. What if he backs out and you have to leave Jack in the middle of the ceremony?

Jack takes your hands; your heartbeat is rapid and sweat is on your palms. This isn’t the man you want, and it’s taking all of your willpower to not turn and look for Nathan.

The minister opens his mouth to speak when you hear a loud “STOP.”

Everyone else turns with shock to see Nathan at the end of the aisle, but you- you’re beaming, and tears fall down your cheeks.

His expression is soft, his eyes look like they’re about to spill over with tears. You’ve never seen him look so handsome. His beard is trimmed, he’s in tight grey slacks and a crisp white dress shirt. The sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, and you want to eat him alive he looks so good.

You waste no time running down the aisle to him. His arms open ready to catch you in a hug when you leap for him. He chuckles when your bodies touch- the air knocked out of him.

“Hey gorgeous,” he kisses your cheek. “You ready?” he asks stroking your cheek softly.

You nod and he takes your hand.

“Don’t look back.”

You take his hand; he squeezes it tight and you walk out front where a sleek black car is waiting for you. It takes you into town to the justice of the peace. The two of you thought this was simpler – and more appropriate than crashing a wedding and taking it over for your own. And as much as Nathan likes to make a scene, a smaller ceremony is more his speed.

“You look beautiful,” he tells you as you walk inside. He can’t take his eyes off you.

“Just don’t rip this one in half,” you snort out a laugh taking his arm.

“Baby, I’ll buy you a new one,” he pretends to pout.

When you reach the office, you gasp to see a handful of your immediate family standing there waiting for you.

“How did you-“ you gape looking around at them all.

“Called your family ahead of time,” Nathan shrugs. “Consider it one of my many wedding gifts to you baby.”

You marry him there in that little office. His warm hands cup your cheeks when he pulls you in for a kiss. He cries. It’s exactly the kind of wedding you pictured with him. No mess. No fuss.

But you take full advantage of the reception. Everyone else is there and is happy to welcome you. You’re glad for it because you finally get some good quality pictures of you and Nathan together.

He indulges you in all the little wedding reception traditions. He feeds you a bite of cake, and maybe kisses you a little too dirty for that crowd, but you can’t be bothered to care.

The best surprise of the night is when he pulls you on the dancefloor. His arms wrapped tight around you as you sway together.

“Where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asks you. “Anywhere you want to go. Name it.”

“Anywhere there’s a bed,” you giggle. You lay your head on his shoulder and breathe deeply. This is where you’re meant to be.

Your dance ends when the DJ starts to play a funky disco song. And it’s all Nathan can do not to start dancing right away. You burst out laughing and let him go. He dances all around you while tears of laughter stream down your face. A little crowd has gathered around watching him and he doesn’t even see them, only you.

He takes a bow when that song ends, and you can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed that hard.

The moment turns when a very drunk Jack walks in.

“Oh no,” you grab Nathan’s arm. He pushes you behind him when Jack makes his way towards the two of you. His speech is slurred, and his hair is a mess.

“So, this is who you left me for?” he looks Nathan up and down. Nathan’s jaw is ticked in anger, but he doesn’t want to waste his time on him.

“You were cheating on me, anyway, why do you care?” you shake your head. You’re still so angry at him.

“So? Didn’t you say he was too?” he jabbed a finger onto Nathan’s chest. He brushed him off and breathed out his nose like an angry bull ready to charge.

“It was a mistake dude, and I regret it every fuckin’ day.”

“Did she tell you? She called me Nathan in bed? How I had to live with the reminder of you?”

“Oh, so cheating makes it better?” Nathan’s blood pressure was beginning to rise.

“Well, I needed to get pussy from somewhere, since she wasn’t putting out-“ Jack could barely finish his sentence before Nathan’s fist collided with his nose – breaking it.

Jack leaned back holding his bloody nose as Nathan grabbed him by his shirt collar.

“Don’t you ever insult my wife like that again.”

Jack wanted to swing back and attempted. But Nathan caught his fist, and punched Jack in the stomach. Shame more than anything else sent Jack on his way.

Nathan turned to you to apologize for making a scene, but you’ve never been so attracted to him as you have in this moment. Your new husband just defended your honor.

“Take me home,” you wrap your arms around him.

“You wanna join the-mile-high club? Or can we go fuck in your childhood bedroom since your house isn’t far from here? Do you have any posters of me on your wall?”

You shake your head with a laugh and playfully smack his arm. You pull away from him and greet a family member, and Nathan chases after you.

“That’s not an answer. Babe! Do you have one?”

“Would it make a difference if I said yes?” you grin turning back to him. You loop your hands around his neck, and he puts his hands on your hips.

“Fuck. Fuck, it would make a huge fuckin’ difference. Can we spend the honeymoon in your room?”

“So, you can look at a poster of yourself while you have sex with your new wife?” your smile gets bigger and bigger.

“Fuck. What picture is it?”

“Nathan!”

“Just kidding,” he smiles kissing your lips. “I booked us a nice hotel for our first night.”

“No posters in there,” you giggle.

“I’ll buy one,” he kisses you deeper. “Do you really have one of me in your room-“

He’ll find out soon enough, but you’re not going to tell him that you don’t just have one – but two.

 xx

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