#supportingly

[onlyhereforangst]

seriously seriously considering starting a stickers etsy shop or something. like just random aesthetic-y drawings, quotes, stupid puns, vet/animal things, idk it just has been calling to me for YEARS and I always hesitate because I want it to be perfect before I kick something off

[gothamiteeditor]

I see your “Batman treating Shazam (Captain Marvel because I’m still salty) supportingly when he does a good job but doesn’t know why.”

I raise you:

Batman trying to figure out how to get a grown man to follow him to Wayne Manor and feed him a sandwich but doesn’t know *why*.

[fikefries]

wisdom; matt sturniolo

summary: you had to get your wisdom teeth out, but with your extreme phobia of needles, it wasnt going to be easy. luckily your boyfriend matt and his brothers stick by your side the entire time.

warnings: needles, mentions of rapid breathing, dentists, anaesthesia

the day had come. the day you had been dreading for weeks.

you had to get your wisdom teeth out.

normally, you werent such a wuss, you handled pain and hospitals well.

but needles.

you couldnt stand the sight of needles. their pricky ends and shiny surface making you feel lightheaded at the sight of them.

thats what make you so nervous for today, the part where they had to stab your arm with a huge ass needle to get the IV in.

you were on the way to the dentists office, your boyfriend matt sitting in the drivers seat, your best friend chris in the passenger seat, while you and your bff nick sat together in the back.

all three of them knew of your phobia of needles, so they were trying their best to calm you down before you got there.

"no chris you dont understand, how can i 'chill out' knowing a huge fucking metal pointy thing is going to be stabbed directly into my goddamn bloodflow, have you seen the length of those fuckin needles?" i say to chris frustratedly as he tried to explain to me that it was no big deal.

chris sighed in defeat as he gave up on trying to reason with you.

my nerves were increasing by the second as we got closer and closer to the dentists office.

matt noticed your anxious state and pulled over at the last stop sign before you reached the dentists office. he turned around leaned back to face you, cupping your cheek with his hand, softly caressing your face in an attempt to comfort you and calm you down.

"listen baby, i know you're nervous- i know that alright? but you need to stay calm for me. ill be there with you the entire time okay? theres no need to worry or be scared, nothings going to happen to you. you have us by your side."

you felt nick rub a soothing hand over your back as chris added

"yeah y/n, dont worry if the needle hurts you ill beat it up" making punching motions with his fist.

you couldnt help but giggle at chris's attempt to lighten the mood.

"alright baby you ready to go in?" matt asked softly holding your hand tightly.

"ready" you sighed, knowing there was no getting out of this.

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the lights in the dentists office were blindingly bright white, forcing you to squint your eyes while you walked in. as you entered, you noticed all the dentist equipment sitting on the spotless metal counters, wires of different colours spread out all over the floor, connected to the dental bed.

the dentist was explaining the procedure to you, matt, nick and chris. but his words became more and more muffled in your brain as you look around the room. finally laying eyes on the needles.

matt sensed your change in demeanour as he noticed your breathing became increasingly rapid. he came up behind you, softly hugging your waist and moving you to the spot he was originally, blocking your eyes from the view of the needles. then wrapping an arm around you and tracing soft patterns on your shoulder while glancing at your face every few seconds to make sure you're not panicking, as you both continued to listen to the dentists explanation.

after the briefing about the procedure, it was time for it to actually happen. matt helped you up onto the dental bed, placing his hand on the back of your head to make sure you dont hit it as you lay back.

chris stood to the right of the bed, rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder

"you're gonna kill it y/n" he said supportingly

"yeah unless it kills me" you snorted, joking, making the boys giggle before returning to comforting you with small rubs and words of support whilst the dentist set up his equipment.

chris and nick left the room for a bit, wanting to give both you and the dentist space, as they knew it wouldnt be easy for you.

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it was time. time for the part you were dreading most. you stared at the long silver blade as the dentist filled it with the medicine that needed to be injected into you through the IV, matt standing beside the bed.

"hey- hey y/n, dont look at that, look at me okay." he said as he slowly moved your head towards him, trying to distract you from the needle.

"just look at me okay, youre doing so good baby im so proud of you."

you stared into matts big blue eyes as he gave you soft affirmations, how did you get so lucky?

matt saw the doctor getting ready to insert the needle into your skin, so he pulled your hoodie down to cover your eyes, and cradled your face into his tshirt, running his fingers through your hair, trying to distract you from what was about to come.

"you're doing so good for me baby, the worst parts almost over"

when you felt the cold metal pierce your skin, you leaned further into matt, trying not to embarrass yourself by whimpering or making any embarrassing sounds. as the needle was being pushed deeper in, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

"matttt" you groaned, on the verge of tears, muffled by his tshirt.

"i know baby, i know- youre almost done, you did amazing." he reassured you, holding your head into his shirt and smoothing down your hair while he watched you squirm in his embrace, his heart breaking at the sight.

once the IV was fully in, matt slowly loosened his grip on you, pulling you out of his embrace as you leaned back onto the bed, just then you heard the door open revealing chris and nick walking back in.

"you did it y/n!" chris exclaimed, placing a hand on your head

"we're so proud of you" nick added, patting his hand on your leg as reassurance

"that fuckin sucked" you slurred, the anaesthesia kicking in.

"ooh y/n's getting drowsy now, thats the anaesthesia kicking in" nick said

"how do you feel baby" matt asked rubbing your shoulder

"all i can feel is this fucking dumb bitchass needle in my goddamn arm" you replied, words slurring, making the boys break out into laughter at your choice of wording.

"well now the worsts part over baby, you faced your fear so well."

"hmmmm" you hummed in reply, feeling too drowsy to think

through your blurred vision you looked up at the 3 boys

"you guys look the same" you said

"matt.i love you so fuckin much" you added immediately without giving them time to reply

"and chris and nick i love you guys too"

the boys giggled at your sudden affection

"we love you too y/n" nick giggled

'you're so pretty matty" you admired, reaching your hand out to matt's face, making chris and nick giggle.

"you're the prettiest girl in the world baby, and i love you so much, but right now you gotta keep your hands down okay? if you keep your hands still we can get out of here faster and go get ice cream okay" matt retorted

"can we play ayesha erotica on the way home?" you asked innocently, looking up at matt with pleading eyes.

"yes y/n we can play ayesha erotica"

"i wanna go the fuck home" you said, before falling into a deep sleep due to the anaesthesia.

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outside the room

y/n was undergoing the procedure of getting her teeth taken out now, which means the boys had to leave the room.

"matt how do you feel" chris asked, throwing a shoulder around his brother, recording him on his iphone.

"im so proud of her, i know she was scared and i know she'd beeen feeling pain so its a relief that she was able to pull through and face her fears. i knew she could do it shes my girl." matt said to the phone

"thats adorable" nick giggled, before the doctor called them to come back in.

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you were now fully awake, 4 teeth less than before, with gauze in your mouth and a frown on your face

"hi baby, you such an amazing job. im so fucking proud of you right now." matt said as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he admired how cute you looked, mouth swollen, and filled with gauze that made your cheeks puffy, and an adorable frown on your forehead.

"youre crazy y/n, you made that look so easy" nick said rubbing your head.

"can we go home now please" you said grumpily, anaesthesia still now worn off.

"i want this fucking shit out of my body" you said referring to the IV in your arm, as you tried to yank it out.

"WOAH NO- NO Y/N YOU CANT PULL IT OUT" matt exclaimed worriedly.

"baby you need that in you, it helps you not feel the pain in your mouth."

"matt whats this" you asked sticking your tongue out

"thats your tongue baby"

"i cant feel it, or my lips, where are my lips?"

"theyre right here" matt replied as he gently pressed a finger to your lips, giving you the perfect oppurtunity to place a soft kiss on the pad of his finger, making him giggle,

"i want chipotle" you stated bluntly

"no- no chipotle, she cant have any hard foods that may get stuck in her mouth for atleast two weeks, stick to ice creams, soups and mashed potatoes." the dentist told matt, knowing you wouldnt be able to remember this information.

"heard that baby? ice cream and mashed potatoes- doesnt that sound great?"

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you got to leave the dentist in a wheelchair, which was pretty great.

once you got home, matt ordered you chicken noodle soup and fed it to you while you guys watched spongebob, then he cleaned and replaced your gauze, then helped you get changed and into bed, holding you tightly as you both drifted off into sleep.

you could not have asked for a better boyfriend than matthew sturniolo, you really hit the jackpot.

[marleyybluu]

Four and Counting

husband!Oscar Diaz x fem!black!reader

Word count: 4.4k (oops)

Warnings: everything is fluff, the cutest couple alive, another pregnancy, hints at abortion (but supportingly?), Oscar being the cutest fucking husband, self-indulgent asf cant lie like I want be in love like this

if i missed any lmk

AN: yall do not know how long this mf has been in my drafts omg I finally finished. This fic is just drowning in love. No smut 🤷🏾‍♀️. A bit rushed in certain places but it all fits pretty well in my opinion. this is not the end of the series but its like the end of the main chapters. there will be lore on the couple obvi, updates on the kids and the family as a whole bcus i am obsessed. hope yall enjoy.

You didn't know how it happened, you blinked and soon there were four. You had four kids running around your home filling it with innocent joy and laughter, and the occasional attitude. It was a full house and a busy life, but it could be enjoyable. You'd become a stay-at-home mom. At first, you weren't sure if you'd be able to manage, you loved your job a lot and worked extremely hard for it but with your growing family, your kids needed you more.

With Oscar opening a second restaurant you thought it'd be a good idea to bring up what's been gnawing away at you and he tells you that he's behind you no matter what path you choose. You put in your letter of resignation and bid your co-workers a teary-eyed farewell with promises to visit as much as they can. You had to admit it was a nice break, you didn't have to wake up as early, you weren't on your feet as much and the house was nice and quiet for a few hours when your children were either in school or at daycare. But then you had baby Rosie and your house had returned to a screaming, hollering mess.

She was a loud one and very expressive, babbled and cooed to anyone who would listen. "And then what happens after that?" You say laying next to her gently stroking her hair. She kicks her feet with excitement and responds in her usual baby language. "Oh my goodness." You respond. You could do this all day. You hated to admit it but you missed the baby stage so much and you were grateful for your little one. You'd been lounging around all day, only getting up to shower when she had fallen asleep and the occasional time when you needed to grab her bottle.

You pepper her chunky face in kisses and she squeals with happiness. "Que hermosa." You giggle. You two are so wrapped up in your world you don't even hear when the door unlocks and Oscar strolls in, he decides to check in on you since everything at the restaurant was going fine today. He notices the obvious vacancy of your presence downstairs and stumbles into the kitchen thinking you were feeding Rosie but he was wrong. He hears his baby's infamous noises from upstairs and smiles following the sweet noises. He creeps in on you two.

His head lolls to the side and rests on the door frame. He'd seen you like this many times (clearly) and it never got old. The way you lovingly interact with each child at any stage in their life, it was sweet to witness you give the same sweet eyes to Rafa at his big age as you did when he was a baby. Just a gentle reminder that he chose the right woman to marry, the best one to make a mother.

Rosie turns her little head and screams when her eyes land on her father. "Hola, mi corazoncito." He coos entering the room matching the same excitement as his baby which causes her to become even more riled up. He scoops her up and holds her in the air and all you can do is watch and grin like the Cheshire Cat. He brings her down and kisses her cheeks. "Cómo estás, mi mariposa?" He asks Rosie and she nuzzles her forehead in his cheek. Her nonverbal way of saying she missed him. Oscar takes his place next to you on the bed. "How are you, mama?"

You pucker your lips and he smiles dropping a kiss. You pout at how quick it was but quickly subsides when he gives you a forehead kiss. "I'm good. Sleepy. Hungry. Missing you."

"Missed you too, that's why I came home. And I brought some food from work."

You squinted. "Who cooked it?"

He chuckled. "Jason."

"Yes!" You fist pump. "Jason makes the best fucking food I swear."

Oscar's head seems to tilt even more, he's insulted by your statement but you smile sheepishly placing an encouraging hand on his shoulder. "Not as amazing as you do." He rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. Rosie babbles as her little reminder that she's still in the room. "No one forgot you chica" He affirms giving her some more smooches. "Let's go get mommy her food."

You sit up and stretch; some much-needed cracks are heard via your aching bones, and when your arms come down, you feel much looser and less tense than before. "It's okay, iré contigo." (I'll come with you.)

The three of you plop down the stairs and you part ways as Oscar heads to the kitchen while you shuffle to the living room and drop onto the couch, your lounging was short-lived when the doorbell rang. You huff getting back up on your feet. You swing the door open with a mean mug on your face until your eyes land on your mom and your features immediately soften.

"Hi, Mommy." You smile reaching out for her. "Hi sweetie, how are you?"

"I'm great," You pull her inside and close the door behind her. "What are you doing here?"

She shrugs off her jacket and hangs it up on the rack nearby, her shoes slip off her feet and she places those next to Spooky's on the mat. "Came to visit, figured you'd need some... company..." She trails off and— not so subtly— stretches out her neck to see if she can spot the baby. "Mhm." You say crossing your arms, you call bullshit.

"She's in the kitchen with Spooky."

And just like that, your mother leaves you in her dust. You hear her high-pitched, "Hiiiii GG's babyyyyy, helloooo." And you can't help but smile. Your mom always seemed to become happier with each grandchild you produced.

You begin to feel left out when you hear all the commotion in the kitchen so you decide to join them. Your daughter has your mom's nose in her small fist while your mom blows raspberries in her little tummy, she erupts with laughter and you catch a glimpse of Oscar with nothing but heart eyes for his baby girl. You sneak over to him and slide your arms around his abdomen, he drops his arm over your shoulder and draws you close. He plants a kiss on your head. The microwave beeps behind you signalling that whatever was in there had finished heating up. Your eyes widen when the aroma of cheese hit your senses. "Is that lasagna?"

He nodded. "Yeah. He made a little dish for you, told him you've been craving it lately."

You squeal with excitement as you take the hot dish out of the microwave, you set it on the counter and danced over to the drawers in hot search for a fork, your successful in finding one and greedily stick it inside the soft noodles that were jam packed with delicious ingredients. You take one bite and practically faint at the taste.

"Just needs one more thing." You think out loud, you hustle over to the pantry and grab a bag of barbecue chips, you snag a handful and crack them in your hand, sprinkling them on top. Oscar stands there... confused.

"Girl, what the hell is that?" Your mom asks equally appalled.

You shrug and take another bite. "It's good though." You muffle with a full mouth.

"I love you." Oscar sighs and you laugh at his adoration for anything you do, you blow him a kiss before taking another bite. You don't see it but your mom has her eye on you with a very interesting theory brewing in her head. Your husband's phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it leaving you alone with your mom and Rosie, who is quiet and happy on her grandmother's chest, her little eyes slowly closing with sleep.

You try your best not to make too much noise while you reach for more-

"Are you pregnant again?"

You nearly choke on your saliva at the ridiculous question. You quickly shake your head. "No!? Are you nuts? I just had her and she is the last one." You assure but your mom isn't believing it. "This little concoction says otherwise."

You roll your eyes. "I just... like pasta and chips... together."

It did sound ridiculous.

"Since when?"

"Like... a month ago..."

She sucks her teeth. "Mi amor, I'm telling you, I think you're pregnant."

This was insane, this was an insane conversation to be having. You were one hundred percent sure there was nothing and no one in your belly-- just the mere thought of having two under two was giving you the heebie-jeebies. "I'm just saying-"

You groan like the irritated teenager you once were, "Ay Mama, no más charlas de bebé, por favor." (No more baby talk, please.)

She agrees to ease off the topic but it remains in the back of her mind.

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Later that day after Oscar's gathered the others from school, you sneak out of the house to do some grocery shopping. It was a bit of time for yourself, a time when you didn't have to keep your eye on your tiny little humans. You go through the aisles for the essentials and when that's done you browse for treats and snacks for your kids (that you and Oscar will eventually munch on as well.)

You cautiously approach the next aisle that is stacked with condoms, contraceptives and pregnancy tests. You meant to move, your hands ready to push the cart forward but your feet are firmly planted on the floor. You sigh and turn in, quickly grabbing a box and dumping it in the cart as though it's not for you. "She better be fucking wrong." You mutter to yourself.

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With all kids fed, bathed and in bed before twelve it allows you to have the bathroom to yourself for a while. You wedge the knuckle of your index finger between your two rows of teeth, you stare at the box and sigh. "Please prove her wrong." You whisper to no one in particular. You pop open the box and rip open the wrapping of the test. One original and one digital. You sit on the toilet and do what you've done a hundred times, you pee on the sticks and set them aside until the timer goes off.

You clean yourself up and wash your hands, you know better than to just stand there and watch the sticks waiting for that fate-sealing answer but you go against yourself and stare. You're in a trance until there's a knock at the door, it startled you and you clutch your non-existent pearls for dear life. "Que?"

Oscar asks, "You good? Didn't need company tonight?" He's referring to your commonly shared showers which, now that you think about it, is probably one of the reasons you're in this predicament again!

"No, it's not that. I'm just..."

You huff and unlock the door swinging it open with displeasure on your face, your arms crossed as you nod over to the tests on the counter. His eyes follow your actions and pop out when he sees them. "How-"

"Mom said it was weird that I ate the lasagna like that."

He chuckled. "Didn't want to say anything." 

You whine saying, "It's not funny, I just thought it was a change in my palette or something, I mix random foods all the time. I-" You searched for every excuse you could find. Oscar's face softens at the worry in your voice. "I just had Rosie." You sigh sounding depleted. You turn your back to the tests when you hear that all too familiar sound. You squeeze your eyes shut, if you don't look you won't know the answer and you can go about your merry way. Your husband offers to look for you and leans over. You hear the quietest gasp he's ever uttered and you know. You spin around to look at them yourself.

Positive. Both of them show positive.

You look up at Spooky and he's already looking at you waiting for your reaction so he can curate his own. "How do you feel about it?"

You shrug. You truly didn't know, you didn't even have words. Your throat was dry. You pick up one of them and look at it. And you feel nothing. Empty. Just waiting for a sense of gratitude to come across and for some reason, you can't seem to produce it. You put the test down and leave.

Spooky's still standing there with his heart in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should've listened to you, that two was enough, and then three and four. He's after you, right on your heels as you enter your bedroom. You sit on the bed and fall back onto the sheets, you cover your eyes and shake your head at yourself and him. "I just had Rosie." You repeat to yourself. And then it happens. A tear slips and as quick as you are to wipe it, he knows you like the back of his hand— your breathing gets choppy and choked, you sniffle. The bed dips beside you and the sound of the sheets ruffling as he lays down.

"Háblame." (Talk to me)

You take a deep breath. You can be honest. "I don't know how I feel. I'm not sad but I'm not happy. I just hoped Rosie would be a little older. They all have good age gaps and- Oh god, what if they don't want another sibling? And Rosie and I spend so much time together, they just got used to her-- Emilia was so clingy when I had her, she felt so left out and-and-"

Oscar presses his hand over your thigh. "Cariño. Respirar. Por favor.

You breathe shakily. "It's okay not to know how to feel. If this is not what you want... I'm here for you, your moms here... the kids are here. We have more than enough, Sí?"

You nod. He reaches over and pulls you into him, you rest your forehead on his chest while he rubs smooth circles on your back. "We have some time for you to think about it right? It's your world mi amor, we're just living in it. I got you no matter what."

"Spooky."

"Mhm."

"Thank you."

He smiles and kisses your head. "It's my job baby."

— — You'd been hiding your belly from everyone, even the kids. It was easy for the most part because you only wore baggy clothes and they made you look a little large anyway but then there were not so subtle signs— like the heavy breathing from doing just about anything, and your walk? Oh, your walk was not normal no matter how hard you tried. So you decide to come clean to your kids and other close family during a little gathering that Spooky's brother, Cesar, was hosting. Cesar was the only person who knew and you two asked if it'd be okay to announce it tonight.

He was fine with it, excited actually.

Your hands shake. You were cautious in deciding on having this baby, it took you a while to feel anything. At first, it was uncertainty, did you want another? Would you be crushed if you didn't have it?

But as the weeks passed you couldn't help but fall in love with the growth, the bigger you got the giddier you became. Modelling in front of the mirror any chance you got, and when all the kids were asleep you'd talk to your belly and giggle with every shift they made.

"Listo?"  He asks and you nod confidently. Oscar whistles over to Cesar giving him a thumbs up. Cesar turns down the music to gather everyone's attention. "I just want to thank everyone for coming out, it's been a while since we've all been in one place, right?"

The crowd mumbles in agreement. "But it's great to see everyone in good health and good spirits—" He raises his Corona bottle and the crowd follows with their drinks (including the kids and their juice boxes) "Salud." He smiles.

"Salud." The crowd repeats. You clear your throat and enthusiastically say, "Oh let me see if I can get a picture. Everyone gets in."

They shuffle into one pile as best they can, you grab your phone and hold it landscape, you press record and say, "Alright everybody in... great, now saaaay... Y/n and Spooky are having another babyyyy!"

There were collective gasps, the word "what!?" Being thrown around in every language. "Excuse me!?" Your mom hollers. You unbutton your cardigan and turn to the side having worn a tight dress on purpose. "Surpriiiiiise." You sing out.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Jasmine screams stretching her arms out for you, you gasp and playfully smack her hand. "Not in front of my kids, puta!"

She tells you to shut up and hug her, your mom joins in and soon the children and in that moment it hits how loved and supported you are by everyone around you. This was your village and it was a damn good one too.

Oscar's friends dap him up and congratulate him. They hug you as well and whisper that they hope it's another girl. They loved spoiling your daughters. Anything they asked for the boys were sure to buy it no problema.

"Well, actually," You begin to say. "We know what we're having."

Rafa, your oldest comes up to you. "Is it a boy?" His eyes gloss over with the hope that you would say yes, he'd been hoping that Emilia (your third) was going to be a boy but he lucked out. You had an idea. You hunch over to match his eye level. "You see that cake over there." You whisper and he nods. "Papi and I were going to cut it, but I think you should get the first slice."

He shrugs and you walk him over to the white cream frosted cake. You and Oscar help him hold the knife and carefully slide the blade into the spongey treat making one incision and you help him make another. He pushes the knife under to take the slice out and plops it on his plate, he reaches for a fork when he looks down to see the inside was blue.

Nobody spoke. Nobody moved with the understanding this was his moment. He looks up at you. "You're having a boy!?"

You nod with tears spilling over and ruining your makeup. "I am."

He puts the plate down and hugs you tightly and that's when the crowd goes wild. "Thank you, Mommy." He sobs which makes you cry even more. "Oh, you're welcome sweetie."

— — Nine months had sped past you and it seemed as if it was just yesterday that you found out you were pregnant. Now, you lay on a hospital bed, covered over by a few blankets to help with post-partum shivers, your jaw rattling and fingers dancing involuntarily. But that wasn't your main focus.

Oscar hovered over you staring at the sleeping newborn in your arms. He made the cutest noises while he nuzzled against your chest. Your finger ghosts over his nose and he reacts by moving his head and sighing. "Are you sick of me already, mi hijo?(my son)" You joke nudging him with your nose. "You get used to her." Oscar chimes in and you suck your teeth hitting him as hard as you could. "Cállate culo."(Shut up, ass)

"Hitting me in front of my son?"

"And I'll do it again."

He smiles and leans down to kiss you. "You know I like you a little feisty, mami."

You sigh, so in love with your new baby, in love with your husband— just filled with overpouring affection. You can't stop staring at your new son and your husband couldn't stop gazing at either of you. He'd been in this room over and over and he swore up and down you made it look so easy, that you looked like a goddess bringing new air and life into this world. Even though you thought you looked like a monster from the swamp.

Oscar tells you in a loving tone. "You're doing an amazing job, seriously, you... you're just amazing."

You blink rapidly to keep tears from spilling over. When you met this man he was so rough and tough, such a brute that it seemed impossible to get him to even admit that he liked you, but under all that fake-cold persona, was the gentlest giant and the biggest sweetheart you'd ever met—a man who spreads nothing but positivity around you and your children.

"I'm so happy, I met you." He mutters. You were his wife, the mother of his children and his best friend rolled into one and that's all he wanted out of this life. You look up at him with glossy eyes. "I'm happy I met you too."

You share a kiss as a tear slips out, you just can't hold them back any longer. He kisses your forehead as his thumb swipes over your cheek. Your attention is drawn back to your son when he begins wiggling in your hold, you press your nose against his hair taking a whiff of that fresh baby smell. As you soak in the presence of your child, your husband's phone buzzes against the fabric of the diaper bag, he looks over and your mom's name catches his attention. He looks to you for some sort of permission and your brows furrow together. "It's okay."

He rushes over to answer, and just then your nurse walks in with a smile on her face. "Just came to check on mommy and baby." She announces.

"Ok... yeah, I'll meet you guys downstairs... bye." Oscar hangs up and looks over at you. "Your parents are here, with the kids. I'll just be back okay?"

"Mhm." You hum. He gives you a quick kiss before he speeds out of the room. The nurse smirks as she helps you adjust yourself into a somewhat comfortable sitting position, asking you if you'd like your son to be put back in the bassinet to which you respond yes and she gently takes him. "I apologize if this is forward but... I've seen a lot of couples in here and let me tell you, I've never seen anything like you two. He is so attentive."

You giggle. "Thank you. I just got really lucky with him."

A few minutes had passed and she had finished her check-up letting you know that she'd be back in a bit for another check-in. Once she left that's when your family, quietly, barged in. Oscar approaches you first with a sleeping Rosie in his arms and you happily reach for her and coddle her in your arms. Rafael, Elliana and Emilia gently charged over to you, shuffling off their shoes and finding their places on the bed with you. You greeted them as best as you could, with restricted movement all you could do was reach for their faces. Your parents and Oscar stand in the background of it all observing you in your motherly nature and Oscar can't fight the grin that has been plastered on his face since the day he met you.

"Baby." Emilia chimes in drawing everyone's attention to her now. "Yeah, mira, mommy had the baby."

Rafael seemed enamoured by the presence of his new sibling. He loved his sisters, you knew that, but by the looks of it-- this would be a special bond. "Rafa, would you like to hold him first?" Oscar asks.

He nodded eagerly and readied himself by sitting up straight and folding his arms. Oscar removes your son from his bassinet and carefully places him in Rafa's arms. The baby was a bit squirmy, upset that he'd been disturbed but with the soothing 'shhhh' from his mother's lips he settled down. Your two girls surround their brothers with curiosity.

Emilia giggles. "Hi, cutie."

"He's so tiny," Eliana mutters. Your parents finally make their way over to you after letting you have your moment with the kids. They congratulate you and your dad holds up a Chipotle bag and you beamed. "Thank you, this hospital food sucks." You whisper.

They attempted to take Rosie from you but you assured them it was fine, having missed her snuggles anyway. "Want me to feed you?" Your husband asks and you snicker shaking your head. "Está bien papito, I'll eat when I'm ready. But thank you."

— — After all the kids had their turn holding the baby their attention spans had turned to you and their father, telling you everything that had happened since you left the house.

"And then Ellie licked the cookie and put it back in my bowl," Rafa whines and you hold back a laugh. "Eliana you do not do that, that's gross."

She shrugs and nuzzles closer to her grandfather on the couch who is causing a ruckus with all his snoring. Your mom nudges him awake and he hits his famous line, "I'm not sleeping, I just closed my eyes."

"Think it's time for us to go." Your mom says. "Um.." Rafa chimes. "Is it okay if I stay?"

"I- yeah, I guess so." You answer. Oscar says that you'll keep Rosie since she has now found a new sleep space in his arms. Your mom carries a sleeping Emilia and your dad carries Eliana on his back. They say their goodbyes and are out the door.

— —

The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Rafael had fallen asleep on the couch while Rosie, who'd only woken up to ear and fell back into slumber, lay under her older brother's arm. You sigh contently as you gaze at them.

"Did you ever think when we met at that laundromat, that we'd be here?" Oscar mumbled as he held your baby boy, tracing his finger along his little nose. You turn to him. You shrug.

"Maybe with one kid... two.... But not five." You joked. He chuckled.

"Did you?"

He nods. "I knew you were gonna be my girl from the moment I picked up that sexy red bra you dropped-"

"Spookyyyy." You gasped gently hitting his arm.

He laughs. "Que? Man, once I saw those cups I started barking."

"You are so fucking stupid."

He shrugs. "I know. But I'm stupid in love with you."

You playfully rolled your eyes at his corny, yet sweet, line.

"I'm stupid in love with you too."

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[shadesslut]

a father’s malice, pt. 2

Pairing: (Ex-Gf!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Slight angst, fluff)

Summary: Ethan persuades Y/N to let him bond with Ollie.

part 1 part 2

(a/n: I didn't proof read sowwy)

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Two days. It had been two days since Ethan had shown back up into their lives. The only times Y/N would see him was when she left and returned to her apartment. He was always in the lobby, on the same bench, doing the same thing. Every time she saw him, he was passed out, but that was probably for the best. 

Chad wasn’t doing so well. He had isolated himself in his room for the most part, barely coming out. He swore to Y/N that he was fine and not to worry about him, but she could hear him softly cry every night. He had lost his best friend too, and she kept forgetting that. Ollie helped them out; him being the light of their lives. They had to stick it out, for Ollie.

The rest of the group wasn’t fond of the idea of Chad and Y/N continuing to stay at their apartment, but Y/N convinced them by arranging a plan. Every other night, Sam and Danny would sleep at theirs. Tonight was the first night of this plan.

Danny was taking out the sofa-bed, and Sam sat at the kitchen table with Y/N.

“So, did you…see him?” Y/N quietly asked, bouncing Ollie on her knee. Sam sighed, giving her a solemn smile. She nodded, which led to Y/N looking away. 

“Does he sleep there all the time?” She asked. 

Y/N nodded. “Yeah,” 

Chad was looking over to the two girls whilst they talked quietly. He reached over for the fridge handle and opened it, grabbing a beer. “Can you grab me one?” Danny asked, appearing next to Chad. Chad smiled, grabbing another bottle before handing it to him. “You wanna go outside?”

“Uh…” Chad trailed off, turning his head back to the girls. “Sure.”

Chad didn’t really bond that much with Danny after last year as much as the girls did. He was so used to being the only guy the girls needed, and it felt hard to let Danny in. The two sat outside on the porch, sipping on their beers, staring out at the soft glow of the city lights. 

“How are you?” Danny broke the silence, turning his head towards Chad. Chad sighed and only shrugged in response, still staring off into the city. Danny looked back through the open porch doors. Sam and Y/N’s laughs echoed throughout the apartment, causing Danny to smile. 

“I’m gonna ask Sam to marry me.” 

Chad choked on his drink, spitting out the beer. He doubled over and wiped his mouth. Danny lightly chuckled nervously at him. “Oh! Really?” Chad spewed out.

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you.” Danny admitted. 

“‘Ask me’?” Chad reiterated with confusion. 

“I mean, her dad is, you know, and I know how much you care for her. So, I thought I should ask you.” Danny smiled. Chad only muttered a little, You can do whatever you want, and Danny only nodded, slightly disappointed. He hung his head low, staring into the opening of his beer bottle as he swung the liquid around. 

Chad sighed, and he reached over the pat Danny on the back. “I think you should, she really loves you.” He reassured, making Danny smile again while he thanked him. “About before,” Chad trailed off.

“Yeah?” Danny asked softly, trying desperately to let Chad know he could talk to him. 

“I’m…not okay. It’s hard.” He huffed. Danny nodded supportingly. 

“It just feels weird. Feels like he’s my kid, you know? And already it’s a weird situation, but now his fucking serial killer of a father is back, and I have no idea what I’m feeling.” 

“I get it,” Danny comforted. 

“And he was my best friend. I told him everything. I actually thought,” he sighed. “I thought he cared about me.”

Danny sighed, understanding Chad’s dilemma. Chad rubbed the back of his neck, and he looked back to Y/N and Ollie. All of his worry washed away. Ollie was giggling in Sam’s lap, reaching out for the bottle Sam was holding, and Y/N was smiling happily at him. Chad softly smiled and looked back at Danny. 

“I think I’ll be okay,”

Back in the kitchen, Ollie blissfully sucked on his bottle. “Ah shit,” Y/N cursed, looking at her phone. 

“What?” Sam asked, still holding Ollie. 

Y/N groaned as she rubbed her temple. “I forgot to drop off our rent money today.” 

“Here, I’ll go drop it off,” Sam offered, but Y/N protested. 

“No, it’s okay. Ollie gets fussy when you move him when he eats. I’ll be right back,” 

Drop the money in the dropbox and immediately go back was her plan. She had hoped Ethan wasn’t there, but her breaths became shallow when she saw the curly head of hair peacefully sleeping on the bench. Her breath hitched, and she quietly walked to the dropbox. Flapping the slot closed, she jumped when she turned around, running into Ethan’s chest.

“S-Sorry-” He stuttered, immediately backing up. He held his hands up in defense, and his shoulders were slouched. 

She only nodded before walking off. He called her name, and she shakily stopped as she turned.

“Can we talk?” He asked in a small voice. 

She sighed, knowing this was coming. “Sure,”

He softly smiled and stepped closer to her. 

“From a distance,” she stated. He nodded and rubbed his palms against his jeans. He still wore the same outfit as before, and his musk was starting to become foul. “When was the last time you showered?” 

“I don’t have anywhere to go, Y/N. No home, no money.” Her mouth opened in an ‘o’. She never thought about that aspect; all of Ethan’s family was dead, so he really didn’t have anyone to go to. She almost felt bad for him, but then she thought of all the pain he and his family caused.  “C-Can I please, please, stay with you for a few nights? I-I can sleep on the floor, you can lock me in the bathroom or something-”

“Ethan,” She sighed, interrupting him.

“Please, Y/N? I swear to god, I won’t do anything.” 

She huffed, looking Ethan up and down. A part of her wanted to let him, let him back into her life, into Ollie’s life. She missed him, she wanted Ethan to be with her. She knew Ethan would be a good father to Ollie. But that was the old Ethan. She knew nothing about this Ethan that stood in front of her. 

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The door shut quietly as the two stepped in. Danny and Chad had retired to the living room, watching the TV and listening to the quiet noises of whatever game they watched. They both smiled towards the door at the sound of it closing, but bewildered expressions took over once they saw Ethan. Danny spit out his drink, and Chad immediately stood up. 

“Y/N?” Chad asked rhetorically through gritted teeth. 

“Chad, it’s fine, I’m letting him stay.”

Sam now appeared in the living room, still holding Ollie. She looked between Ethan and Y/N with a confused and hurt look. “You’re letting him stay?”

Y/N looked at her with worry. “Sam, please understand,”

“After everything he did to us. After what he did to Anika?” 

Y/N winced as she looked away. She didn’t say anything, Sam was right, and Y/N knew it. Sam only scoffed, and then glared at Ethan. She handed Ollie to Chad, which made Ethan’s blood boil. Sam urged Danny to leave with her, which he obeyed. 

“Sam-“ Y/N said once more, just as Sam slammed the door shut. 

Ethan’s eyes roamed over to Ollie, trying his hardest to ignore Chad’s gaze. “I’m sorry,” Ethan said, breaking the silence. 

“What?” Chad asked. 

“For, uh, stabbing you.”

Chad exhaled deeply through his flared nostrils, and Ethan shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Okay, um, Ethan you can sleep on the couch.” Y/N started before Chad could say anything. 

She took Ollie out of Chad’s arms, and he yawned, resting his head on her shoulder. Ethan’s heart swooned, and he softly smiled at him. 

“I’m sleeping with you.” Chad told Y/N, still staring at Ethan. 

“Okay…can you grab the spare pillow and blankets?” Y/N asked him softly. He nodded and walked off. 

“Can I hold him?” Ethan asked, smiling at Ollie. 

“Oh, uhm. I don't know if I’m comfortable with that yet.” She admitted, adjusting Ollie on her hip. 

Ethan nodded, tilting his head to get a better look at him. He felt as if he was looking at a younger version of himself; an innocent version of himself. He would do anything to make sure Ollie didn’t end up like him. 

“That’s okay.” 

Chad returned with a blanket and a lumpy pillow in his hands. He threw it on the couch as he stood next to Y/N, slightly covering Ollie. “Okay, you have your stuff. Goodnight.” 

After Ethan got situated, Chad helped Y/N put Ollie down. 

“You got something you wanna tell me?” Chad whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. 

“What do you mean?” She asked. 

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “So what, you just randomly decided to let him stay? What, have you two talked recently?”

“What? Chad you can’t be serious,” 

He only sighed, rubbing his temple. He laid down, lifting his knee up. 

“Today was the first time I talked to him since,” 

He didn’t believe her, but he dropped the subject. He only whispered a soft goodnight before drifting off to sleep, facing his back to her. She sighed, getting up and sneaking into the living room. 

Ethan was still awake, and he sat up upon hearing Y/N’s footsteps. 

“H-Hey,”

She ignored him, and she sat down on the floor in front of the couch. 

“I’m really sorry for what I did. I never wanted to hurt you.” Ethan apologized sincerely. 

She looked up at him. Her eyes watered as she reminisced. “But you did, you hurt all of us.” He looked away sadly. Now it was his turn for eyes to water.  

“None of what happened between us was fake, I did love you. I still do,” Ethan said softly. 

She only sniffed in response, turning her face away as he reached out to touch her cheek. 

“He looks like me.” Ethan stated, dryly chuckling. Y/N nodded as she smiled sadly. “I wanna be in your life, and in his, what’s his name again?” 

“Oliver, and I don’t know Eth. I have to think about it,” she answered. Ethan nodded, not saying anything else. They sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, both quietly crying. 

“I don’t want him to end up like me.” Ethan’s voice cracked as he admitted his fear. 

“He’s not,” 

Ethan cut her off. “Please don’t let him end up like me. He can’t. I don’t want him to be scared of me either. I wouldn’t hurt him, never.” 

“I know, Ethan,” she comforted him, grabbing his forearm. 

“The way you looked at me, I would break if he ever looked at me that way you did.”

He rested his head on her hand, holding her wrist as his tears stained her sleeve. Her heart broke at the sight of him. She almost forgot about the unspeakable things he had committed. She didn’t look at him like he was Ghostface, but like he was Ethan. Her Ethan. She hated herself for wanting Ethan in Ollie’s life, to toss Chad out like he hadn’t been there since the beginning. 

“You can go with us tomorrow, I have to get some stuff for him.” She offered. 

He nodded, wiping his tears. “Thank you,” 

He continued to hold onto her arm, breathing heavily as he calmed himself down. She didn’t know how she was going to deal with Chad about the next day, but she expected nothing but resentment from him. Hell, resentment from the whole group. She already had felt it from Sam. But, she was secretly happy. Happy that Ethan told her he loved her, even if it was in his own sick and twisted version of love. She was happy, for the first time in a year. She just needed to protect Ollie; how hard would that be? 

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It was a very awkward walk to the store. Y/N pushed Ollie in his little stroller, Chad walking next to her, and Ethan on her other side. Ethan wanted to carry the baby bag, but Chad insisted he carry it. Ethan secretly hated how Chad acted like a father figure to Ollie. He was his after all. 

Chad opened the door for her, and then Ethan. Y/N softly muttered something as she looked at the small piece of paper in her hands. Chad stood next to her, looking over her shoulder. 

“What all do you need?” Ethan asked her. 

Chad glanced up at him in silence. Ethan had hoped Chad’s states would fade as time went on. “Uhm, we need to get those puffs he likes. Also he needs a new sweater, cause someone stretched out his old one,” she pointed her eyes at Chad. 

“How was I supposed to know you can’t put it in the dryer?” 

She shook her head, smiling. “How about Chad and I get the puffs while you get the sweater?” Ethan suggested. The other two looked at him blankly. 

“That’s fine with…me,” Y/N trailed off, looking towards Chad. He scoffed and shrugged his shoulders. 

“Fine.” He said before leading Ethan down an aisle. 

Chad’s eyes wandered over the shelves while Ethan played with the zipper on his jacket. Truth be told, even though Ethan resented Chad for his role in Ollie’s life, he missed him. He was his only friend after all. He missed their late nights when they talked about girls and played video games. 

“Chad?” Ethan asked softly. 

Chad only grunted in response, reaching for a can on the shelf. “I know what I did, unforgivable, but I really am sorry. Deep down I didn’t want to do it,” 

“Then why’d you do it?” Chad asked in a monotone voice. 

“I wanted to make my father proud, I guess. I did care about you guys.” Ethan admitted. 

Chad finally looked at him, for the first time without anger, only hurt. “You were my best friend,” 

“I know,” Ethan swallowed. 

“I told you everything about me. I cried with you,” 

“I know,” 

Chad ran his hand on the side of his face, trying desperately not to cry. “You were my best friend too.” Ethan said. 

Chad laughed dryly. He didn’t feel like the man he was now, he felt small like the boy he was when he first got stabbed. It hurt, literally and mentally, when he found out Ethan had stabbed him, but right now hurt more. 

“I don’t know what I have to do to earn your trust again, but I’m gonna do it. I miss you,” Ethan’s voice slightly cracked as he placed his hand on Chad’s shoulder. Chad didn’t trust him still, but he nodded as a tear rolled down his cheek. A part of him believed him though, believed that the nerdy boy he befriended was still in there.  

“I miss you too,” Chad responded sadly. 

The sounds of Ollie’s giggles made both boys’ heads turn. 

“You find it?” Y/N asked, pushing the stroller with one hand, holding Ollie in the other. Ethan rushed to take a hold of the stroller. 

Chad paid at the counter, and Y/N looked over at Ethan. His hands fiddled with the handle of the stroller, and Y/N softly smiled. “You wanna hold him?” She asked softly. Ethan jerked his head towards her. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, carefully. 

She nodded, and she lifted Ollie to pass him to Ethan’s hands. Ethan gently held him, resting him on his right hip. He wrapped an arm around Ollie’s back, and his other hand was steady on his side. Ollie looked confused, pursing his bottom lip as he furrowed his brows at Ethan. 

Ethan smiled and let out a choked laugh. “Chad, look,” Ethan said, proudly showing Chad. Chad only fake-smiled, and returned his attention to the cashier. Ollie continued to judge Ethan. He let out a high-pitched “Mph!” before reaching out for Chad. 

“It’s okay,” Y/N comforted Ethan by placing a hand on his shoulder as Chad took Ollie into his arms. “He just has to get used to you.” 

Ethan nodded sadly, watching as Ollie’s demeanor changed with Chad. Chad carried him all the way home, with Ethan skulking behind him. He watched Ollie as he slept peacefully on Y/N’s chest. She was sprawled out on the couch, and Ethan had just gotten out of a shower. His head leaned against the cushion as he admired both of their features. 

“Y/N,” He spoke softly, as to avoid waking up Ollie. She hummed in response, slightly turning her head towards Ethan. “Anything you want, I’m gonna give it to you.” 

“You don’t have to-”

“Yes I do. I have to give you everything, Chad too. I owe it to you guys.” Ethan cut her off. She didn’t respond. She moved a few curls out of Ollie’s face. “I love you guys.”

“We love you too.” 

He scoffed. “I think Chad hates my guts.”

She sighed, readjusting Ollie onto her lower stomach. “He doesn’t hate you. He hates what you did, yeah, but I know he misses you. You were his closest friend since,” She trailed off, not wanting to mention Wes.

“Yeah, I know.” Ethan stated. “But the others,” 

“Oh, they hate your guts.” She said, slightly laughing nervously. He nodded, giving her a faux smile. He reached over for her hand, and she let him. They both smiled at each other, and a part of Y/N felt guilty for forgiving him so fast. She didn’t fret about it for too long. Ethan hesitantly grabbed Ollie’s small hand, letting Ollie sleepily squeeze his fingers around two of Ethan’s fingers. 

“See,” Y/N whispered, watching. “He just has to warm up to you.” 

Ethan smiled, still looking at Ollie. His mouth was open, and drool was pooling on her shirt from her mouth. Still, he looked perfect. No, Ollie would never end up like Ethan, and Ethan knew that now. “By the way he loves sharks,” Y/N added.

He laughed, and kissed Ollie on the top of his forehead. “Noted.”

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[givemefevrr]

Undone (NSFW)

Pairings: bottom!Sunoo x Heeseung

Warnings: loss of virginity (kinda?), handjobs, overstimulation, crying, humiliation, praise, petnames (pretty baby, Sunny, baby, etc.), pwp, no all-the-way sex, making out, dry humping, etc..

wc: 4.6k

Sunoo burst through the door of the dorm room with a loud thud. He looked flustered and out of breath, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide open with excitement and nervousness. He leaned heavily against the door, trying to catch his breath. "Hyung," Sunoo gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Heeseung, sitting on his bed browsing his phone, looked up in concern. He could sense that something was wrong with his friend. "Sunoo, what's wrong? You look awful," he said, putting his phone aside.

Sunoo shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "I... I just got asked out," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Sunoo pushed himself off the door, stumbling slightly as he crossed the room to collapse onto his own bed.

Heeseung arched an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips as he processed what Sunoo had just told him. He was genuinely surprised, yet happy for his friend, to hear that Sunoo had been asked out. "Really? By who?" he inquired, wanting to know who the lucky person was.

Sunoo took a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart. "My lab partner, you know, the really nice one?" he said, his voice filled with excitement and nervousness.

"The one with the bangs?" Heeseung whistled supportingly. "For sure a good piece of ass. Please tell me you said yes…"

Sunoo nodded rapidly, still processing what had just transpired. "I... I think so. I mean, yes, I did say yes!" he spoke, his voice shaking slightly.

 "Well, that's fantastic! Why are you freaking out?" Heeseung asked, noting the nervousness in Sunoo's demeanor.

Sunoo ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of pink. "I don't know, I just... I've never done this before," he admitted,  slightly embarrassed.

"Never done what? Been on a date?" Heeseung scoffed jokingly, but he was taken aback when Sunoo nodded, confirming his statement. "Wait... like never, never?" he inquired, his mouth slightly agape.

Sunoo nodded again sheepishly, avoiding Heeseung's gaze as he felt the embarrassment creeping up on him even further. "Yeah, never, never," he admitted, feeling a little vulnerable.

Heeseung studied Sunoo's expression, seeing the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Sunoo, you're one of the most extroverted people I know. Going out on a date is just like hanging out with a friend, except this friend you happen to find really attractive," he comforted, trying to ease his nerves.

"I know, I know," Sunoo murmured, his voice still uncertain. He hesitated momentarily, his gaze flickering away before finally speaking up. "It's not the date part that I'm worried about as much. What if... what if she wants to... you know, hook up afterward?"

"Well, that's the easy part," Heeseung replied casually, trying to reassure Sunoo. "She's not some random person from a bar, so you don't have to worry about catching anything. Trust me, I was nervous too when I committed to a real date for the first time instead of just a one-night stand, but it really was such a relief."

Sunoo's stomach churned as he recalled the fact that Heeseung didn't know that not only was this his first date, but he was also a virgin. He had refrained from telling Heeseung about it, too embarrassed to admit that he had chickened out of hooking up with every girl Heeseung had tried setting him up with at parties. Sunoo had left with the girls, sure, but by the time he was brought back to their place, and she would try to make some sort of advancement, he would get a rush of nerves and get up, stating that he forgot he had an early class the next day and that he needed to go, before booking it back to his dorm room. 

So, Sunoo decided to keep quiet and simply nodded along with Heeseung's words. 

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Later that night, Sunoo lay in bed, tossing and turning restlessly, his mind racing about his upcoming date. He couldn't shake off the anxiety that was building up in his chest, and he was worried that he might mess up the date or disappoint his partner in bed. 

Meanwhile, Heeseung, still awake, noticed Sunoo's restlessness from across the room. Being the attentive person that he is, he decided to try to help. "So, when is the big date?" he asked, breaking the silence.

Sunoo was startled by Heeseung's voice, as he had assumed he was already asleep. However, he was grateful for the interruption. "I'm not sure," he replied. "We haven't really talked about it yet. She mentioned something about being free next week, so maybe then."

Heeseung nodded thoughtfully, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over at Sunoo. "Well, that gives you some time to relax and not overthink things too much," he said. "Just be yourself, Sunoo. Remember, she asked you out because she likes you."

Sunoo sighed, Heeseung's words yet again providing little ease to his thoughts. "Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Hyung," he replied, trying to sound grateful.

"No problem," Heeseung replied, grinning before settling back down. "Now try to get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

Sunoo nodded in agreement, but as he closed his eyes, the worries plaguing him all day began to resurface again. His mind was racing, and he couldn't shake the stress of it all.

Sunoo's voice broke through the silence. He trembled as he spoke, his words filled with uncertainty. "H-Hyung?"

Heeseung turned to look at Sunoo, his expression attentive. "Yeah?"

Sunoo took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, as he meekly admitted, "I... I'm a virgin." He felt a rush of embarrassment and shame wash over him as he uttered those words

The room fell into a deafening silence as Sunoo's words hung in the air. Heeseung was taken aback, processing the information before responding, confused at how that could be possible. "So... all those girls from the parties..." he trailed off, leaving the rest of the thought unsaid.

Sunoo shook his head, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Nothing ever happened," he confessed, feeling like he had somehow let Heeseung down.

Heeseung's expression softened as he realized the weight of Sunoo's confession. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, his mind racing with thoughts on how to comfort his friend.

Sunoo felt humiliated, his insecurities laid bare before Heeseung. "I-I'm sorry..." he mumbled, closing his eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming shame.

Heeseung, being the supportive friend that he is, quickly reassured Sunoo. "Hey, don't apologize. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Never apologize for something like that, especially to me." Heeseung's voice was gentle and comforting, and it helped to ease Sunoo's nerves a little.

Sunoo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, his nerves and embarrassment heavy on his shoulders. "But what if I mess everything up? What if I'm terrible at it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung, ever the supportive friend, tried to calm Sunoo down with practical advice. "Hey, don't worry about it. You'll be fine," he reassured, his tone gentle. "Just jerk off like an hour before the date. It'll help you last longer later and calm your nerves."

Sunoo sat on his bed, feeling ashamed and frustrated. "Hyung, I haven't... I haven't touched myself before either..." he said, pressing his palms into his eyes.

Heeseung's eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropping slightly at the unexpected revelation. He sat up straight, so taken aback by the information that he had to process it sitting up. After a moment of stunned silence, he got up from his bed and walked over to Sunoo's.

Sunoo sat up, too, his heart pounding with shame as Heeseung approached. He watched as Heeseung turned on the lamp, casting a warm glow over the room as he sat beside him.

Heeseung looked Sunoo in the eyes, his expression serious. "Are you fucking with me? Because it's fine if you were, but the joke's over now. I'm trying to help you, and it feels like you aren't taking this seriously."

Sunoo felt a knot form in his throat as he realized his inexperience was so unbelievable that Heeseung thought he was joking. His lips quivered as tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head frantically, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Before he could stop himself, tears began to well up in his eyes, cascading down his cheeks. Heeseung's panic escalated as he witnessed Sunoo's tears flow uncontrollably, his heart-wrenching at the sight of his friend in such distress. He felt utterly powerless, not knowing how to ease Sunoo's pain but desperate to offer some form of comfort.

 "Hey, I'm sorry," Heeseung pleaded, his voice laced with desperation. "I didn't know you were being serious."

But Sunoo couldn't stifle the flood of emotions that overwhelmed him. His shoulders quaked with sobs as he struggled to regain control. Heeseung's heart clenched at the sight, and he felt utterly powerless in Sunoo's anguish. In an attempt to ease the situation, Heeseung kept repeating, "Please don't cry. It's okay. There's nothing wrong with it, I promise." 

Sunoo sniffled, trying to compose himself as he looked up at Heeseung with tear-filled eyes. Feeling helpless, Heeseung's mind raced with the desperate need to make things right. In a moment of impulse, he leaned in suddenly and captured Sunoo's lips in a long, tender kiss. Sunoo's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected gesture, but as Heeseung's lips moved against his own, he found himself instinctively responding.

To Heeseung's relief, the kiss worked its magic, calming Sunoo's trembling form. He deepened the kiss, pouring his apology and reassurance into the gentle caress of their lips. 

"I'm sorry," Heeseung whispered between kisses, his voice filled with remorse. "I never want to see you cry, Sunoo. You mean everything to me, you know that, right?" 

Heeseung leaned in again, his kisses becoming more intimate and loving-like as he sought to ease Sunoo's distress. With each kiss, he whispered words of reassurance and apology, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Sunoo's cheek.

"I'll help you, okay?" Heeseung murmured softly against Sunoo's lips. "I'll show you what to do, hm? And I'll make you feel real good, Sunoo, I promise. I'll make you feel better."

Heeseung pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against Sunoo's. He looked into his eyes with guilt and tenderness, silently conveying his regret for causing Sunoo's tears and determination to make things right.

Sunoo's breath caught in his throat at the suggestion. He blinked, still a bit dazed from the unexpected kiss, but he nodded slowly, feeling comforted by Heeseung's words and touch. "O-Okay," he replied softly, his voice barely above a whisper, before letting the other's lips press back onto his. 

Heeseung continued to lead the kiss, his lips moving with a newfound intention–to guide. He tried to deepen the kiss. Heeseung's tongue traced the outline of Sunoo's lips, seeking entry into his mouth. Sunoo, caught up in the intensity of the moment, responded eagerly, parting his lips to allow Heeseung's tongue to explore.

Sunoo's breathing quickened, each exhale a soft whimper as he melted into Heeseung's embrace. His hands clung onto Heeseung, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as he tried to get as close to him as possible.

As Sunoo's desperation grew, he tried to mimic Heeseung's movements, tentatively exploring with his own tongue in a clumsy yet earnest attempt to match Heeseung's. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, a stark contrast to Heeseung's own experienced movements, but Heeseung couldn't help but find it endearing. 

"Fuck, come here," Heeseung murmured huskily, unable to resist the urge to pull Sunoo out of the covers and onto his lap. Sunoo whimpered softly as he was settled on Heeseung's lap, already feeling overstimulated. 

Heeseung couldn't help but smirk as he looked at Sunoo's frame, his hands sliding up Sunoo's shirt to feel his tiny waist.  "You're doing great, Sunoo," Heeseung murmured encouragingly. "Just relax and let yourself feel good. There's no rush, okay?"

Sunoo nodded, his breath catching in his throat as he tried to calm the fluttering nerves in his stomach, leaning into Heeseung's touch. Heeseung's hands slid further up Sunoo's chest, the fabric of his shirt bunching up slightly under his touch, feeling the rapid rise and fall of Sunoo's chest. 

Heeseung's lips pressed one last kiss on Sunoo's before trailing feather-light kisses along his jawline and neck. Sunoo's fingers tightened their grip on Heeseung's shoulders, his body responding instinctively. He let out a shaky breath, his mind slightly clouded as he felt Heeseung's hands explore lower, trailing down his back to rest on his hips. 

As Heeseung's hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer to his body, Heeseung felt a subtle hardness pressing against him. Heeseung's lips curved into a gentle smile as he met Sunoo's gaze, his eyes filled with affection and admiration. "You're so adorable," he murmured, his voice warm as he noticed the slight blush that colored Sunoo's cheeks.

Sunoo shifted slightly, a mix of embarrassment and arousal swirling in his eyes as he realized Heeseung had noticed. With a soft chuckle, Heeseung gently guided Sunoo to turn around, his hands resting on Sunoo's hips as he positioned him to sit between his legs. 

Sunoo settled between Heeseung's legs, his back against Heeseung's chest as he leaned back slightly, his breath coming in short gasps of anticipation upon feeling the warmth of Heeseung's body against his own. 

Heeseung wrapped his arms around Sunoo's waist, pulling him closer until there was no space between them. He pressed more soft kisses against Sunoo's neck, the boy tensing up slightly. 

Heeseung sensed Sunoo's tension and paused, his lips hovering just above Sunoo's skin. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with concern.

Sunoo nodded, though he couldn't hide the nervous tremor in his movements. "Y-yeah, I'm just... nervous," he admitted quietly.

Heeseung's grip on Sunoo's waist tightened reassuringly. "It's okay to be nervous. We can take it slow, do only what you're comfortable with," he reassured, peppering light kisses along Sunoo's shoulder.

Sunoo relaxed marginally under Heeseung's soothing words and touches. "Okay," he breathed out, trying to steady his racing heartbeat.

Heeseung continued his gentle kisses, gradually moving lower until he reached the curve of Sunoo's neck. His hands slid from Sunoo's waist to his thighs, massaging them in a comforting manner. 

Sunoo nodded again, his eyes closed as he tried to lose himself in the sensation of Heeseung's hands and lips on his skin. As the tension in Sunoo's body eased, Heeseung's touches became more exploratory yet still gentle. His fingers traced patterns on Sunoo's thighs, occasionally brushing against the growing bulge in Sunoo's pants. Sunoo let out a shaky breath, his body reacting to the teasing touches.

Heeseung noticed Sunoo's reaction and smiled against his skin. "Relax, Sunny, okay?"

Sunoo nodded, his fingers curling into fists on Heeseung's thighs. He could feel the heat pooling between his legs, his arousal growing with each touch from Heeseung. Heeseung's hands gradually moved to Sunoo's waistband, fingers hooking under the fabric. He tapped Sunoo's thigh for confirmation, receiving a hesitant yet eager nod.

With a slow and deliberate motion, Heeseung began to lower Sunoo's pants, just a bit past his bottom, to reveal the outline of his hardness straining against his underwear. Sunoo's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, but he didn't protest, his breathing becoming more labored. 

Heeseung was just about to touch when Sunoo suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Wait..." Heeseung stopped in his tracks and patiently waited for Sunoo to continue. Sunoo seemed hesitant and embarrassed to say something but finally said, "I'm sorry, this is embarrassing..."

"What is?" Heeseung questioned. "Is something wrong? Tell me," he worried that he might have done something to make Sunoo feel uncomfortable or repulsed.

Sunoo's hands tightly gripped the fabric of Heeseung's thighs as he tried to calm himself. His eyes were filled with tears, and he looked up at Heeseung, searching for reassurance. "Do you think I'm weird?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

Heeseung was taken aback by the question and realized Sunoo was self-conscious and unsure of himself. He immediately wrapped his arms around Sunoo's torso, bringing him into a tight hug, pecking at his neck again. "No, of course not," Heeseung whispered, his breath warm against Sunoo's skin. He couldn't believe that Sunoo could even think that he was weird.

As Heeseung's hands slid up Sunoo's shirt, he couldn't help but groan slightly, feeling the smoothness of Sunoo's bare skin. Sunoo's grip on Heeseung loosened somewhat, his body relaxing further as he soaked in the warmth of Heeseung's embrace. "Thank you," he murmured softly, his voice barely audible. Heeseung could tell that Sunoo was feeling much better and that he had managed to ease some of his worries.

As Sunoo's nerves gradually subsided, Heeseung sensed the shift in his demeanor. With a gentle touch, he guided Sunoo to lie back against his chest again. 

"Is everything okay now?" Heeseung asked softly, his eyes filled with concern and care as he gazed at Sunoo. Sunoo nodded, offering a small smile in return. Heeseung returned the smile, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to Sunoo's lips. Heeseung's fingers brushed against the fabric of Sunoo's underwear, teasingly tracing the outline of his arousal. Sunoo let out a soft whimper, his body arching slightly into Heeseung's touch. 

Slowly, Heeseung peeled off Sunoo's underwear, revealing his hardened length. Sunoo's cheeks flushed again, looking away–anywhere but where Heeseung's hands are going. Heeseung hasn't thought of Sunoo in this way before, but now that he's seeing Sunoo's cock, all he can think about is how bad he wants him. All of him. It was pretty, probably the prettiest cock he's ever seen–not that he's seen many, but it was adorable, standing average with a pretty glistening pink tip. 

Sunoo's body tensed again as he felt Heeseung's gaze on him. Heeseung could sense Sunoo's anxiety and hesitated to touch him. However, Sunoo's impatience was growing, and he whispered in a barely audible voice, his words filled with an unmistakable sense of desire, "Please."

So Heeseung tilted Sunoo's face up to kiss him again, their lips moving in sync as Heeseung's hand wrapped around Sunoo's cock. Sunoo gasped into the kiss, his hips instinctively bucking forward at the sensation. He grabbed Heeseung's wrist again, panting against his lips, his eyes already gone. He looked so fucked out already. 

His heavy eyes could only focus on Heeseung's lips as if dazed. He sat there a couple moments before his hips bucked into Heeseung's hand again, his eyes fluttering closed as he let go of Heeseungs wrist and slumped back against Heeseung. So Heeseung took that as an invitation to continue. 

As Sunoo grew accustomed to the feeling, Heeseung's movements became more regular, his grip tightening slightly as he found a rhythm that elicited soft moans from Sunoo. Sunoo's head fell back against Heeseung's shoulder. "Oh, wow," Sunoo gasps, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal. "This is... I-I can't..." His words trailed off into a series of breathy moans. 

"I know, baby," Heeseung whispered, kissing Sunoo's neck gently. Sunoo whimpered at the pet name, fucking up into Heeseung's fist again, desperate. Heeseung's chuckle sent vibrations through Sunoo's body, his skin erupting in goosebumps. "You like that, Sunoo?" Heeseung teased, finding Sunoo adorable. "You want me to call you that again?"

Sunoo could only nod, his mind clouded with lust, his hips instinctively rocking against Heeseung's hand as he laid limp back against Heeseung. "Y-yeah," he managed to gasp out between moans, his fingers digging into Heeseung's thighs as pleasure coursed through his body.

"Watch. You see how I'm touching you, Sunoo?" Sunoo nodded, his eyes wide with shyness. He bit his lip nervously but couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. Heeseung continued to stroke him, his movements deliberate and skilled. "So perfect," Heeseung praised.

As the praise reached Sunoo's ears, he couldn't help but whimper in response. The sensation of his body tingling with delight was almost too overwhelming to handle. He whispered back, almost disbelieving, "It is?"

"Yes, baby," Heeseung affirmed, his voice dripping with admiration. "It's the prettiest little cock I've ever seen." His thumb brushes over the sensitive tip of Sunoo's cock. Sunoo's hips jerked involuntarily, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips. "So sensitive here," Heeseung observed, his touch feather-light yet electrifying.

As he gazed intently, his eyes glued to Sunoo's every move, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fascination at the way Sunoo's reactions grew more intense with each passing moment. He watched Sunoo's hand, now trembling, trying to guide Heeseung's touch away from his overstimulated tip. 

Heeseung couldn't help but chuckle softly at Sunoo's desperate expression. With a teasing glint in his eye, he deliberately brushed his thumb over the tip again, enjoying the way Sunoo's breath caught in his throat. "Is this where you want it?" he teased.

Sunoo's body convulsed as he blubbered with pleading desperation, his voice trembling with each syllable. "Please, d-don't h-hyung, it's too much," he begged, his words punctuated by gasps of air between needy sounds. He squirmed uncontrollably, every inch of his skin tingling. "Oh god, n-no," he whimpered, his breath hitching.

So Heeseung relented, shifting his grip to accommodate Sunoo's request. As he focused his attention on the shaft, Sunoo's whines turned into needy mewls, his fingers clutching at Heeseung's free hand as if seeking reassurance.

"You're doing so well, Sunoo," Heeseung praised, his voice laced with affection. "Just keep watching, okay?"

The wet squelches of Sunoo's cock as Heeseung's hand moved over it filled the room and echoed in both their ears. Heeseung couldn't help but be turned on by the sounds, his own hips starting to buck forward into Sunoo's back.

Heeseung rasped a question into Sunoo's ear, his breath hot against Sunoo's skin. "Is it okay if I do this, baby? You're so pretty."

Sunoo nodded eagerly, his mind clouded. The feeling of Heeseung's hand on his cock was intoxicating, every stroke sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. He couldn't help but wonder why he had been sheltered from this for so long, why he hadn't experienced this incredible sensation sooner.

His neediness grew with each passing moment, fueled by the knowledge that Heeseung was getting off on this, too. "Oh god–Heeseung, it feels so good. Like, really good. Is this... is this what it's supposed to feel like?" His breath came in short gasps. 

Heeseung couldn't help but smile at Sunoo's innocent curiosity, finding his rambling and vulnerability utterly adorable. "Yes, baby," Heeseung whispered, his voice filled with affection. Heeseung leaned in closer, pressing kisses along Sunoo's neck. His own breathing became ragged, his movements more urgent as he chased his own pleasure along with Sunoo's. "Fuck, I need to see you," Heeseung shifted their positions, turning Sunoo around and pulling him into his lap, their bodies now pressed together as Heeseung's hand worked over Sunoo's cock. Sunoo gasped at the sudden movement, feeling Heeseung's hardness against his ass, grinding onto him through their clothes. 

Sunoo's fingers dug into Heeseung's shoulders, his nails leaving faint marks on the skin as pleasure consumed him. "Shit, Heeseung," he babbled, his words a jumble of incoherent desire.  Soon, he felt a strange sensation, like a knot forming in his stomach, and he whimpered, unsure of what was happening. He tensed up. "I-I think I need to pee," he blurted out, his face reddening in embarrassment.

Heeseung chuckled softly, continuing his ministrations. "That's normal, Sunoo," he explained, his voice soothing, as he circled his thumb around Sunoo's tip, collecting the leaking beads of precum. Heeseung could feel his own arousal pulsing under Sunoo's ass. "Shit– so good," he groans in the short space between them. 

As their movements grew more urgent, Sunoo's head began to droop forward onto Heeseung's shoulder, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he teetered on the edge of release. But Heeseung gently guided Sunoo's head back, his fingers threading softly through Sunoo's hair. 

"No, no," Heeseung murmured urgently, his hands gripping Sunoo's hips tighter. "Let me see you, Sunoo. I need to see your pretty face when you cum, okay? My pretty, pretty baby."

 With a shaky nod, he lifted his head, eyes fluttering open and locking with Heeseung's as he surrendered entirely to the pleasure coursing through him.  He leaned into Heeseung's touch with a soft whimper, his lips parting in a silent plea. 

Heeseung watched in awe as Sunoo's face contorted in pleasure, every expression the most adorable thing he had ever seen, the boy twitching as silky white ropes spurt from the boy's sensitive little cock. 

And as Sunoo collapsed against him, panting heavily and utterly spent. Sunoo had come embarrassingly fast, and Heeseung didn't want to risk overstimulating him, so he gave up his own movement under Sunoo, focusing solely on the boy. 

Here's a bit longer version on my ao3 if you want the Link🔗

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

hii could you do a nick x trans!reader where it’s the readers first time meeting his parents and the reader is really nervous that jimmy and mary-lou won’t like him (i don’t think they’re transphobic it’s just a fic idea lol) and nick comforts the reader?

“Never Say Sorry”

-N.S

Synopsis: Its your first time meeting the triplets’ parents; and since you’re trans, you’re worried they won’t accept nor like you.

Pairing: bf!nick X trans!reader (he/him)

warnings: cussing, panic attack, anxiety, transphobia, internalized transphobia, I think thats it!

thank you for the request!! <3

As you took your first few steps off the airplane, the reality of what you were doing finally set in. Nick was your boyfriend of two years, but you had never met his parents.

Its not that you haven’t wanted to, its just every time they tried to meet up, you were busy. Like on holidays, when they came down, you of course had to go spend time with your parents states away.

Now, the triplets had just decided to take you on one of their normal trips to Boston, and you finally get to meet their parents.

The anxiety sets in, and you reach for Nick’s arm. As you took one of the triplets’ arm in your hand, you weren’t even sure which one, you felt your world begin to collapse.

It wasn’t even meeting their parents that was so scary to you. It was the fact that you were trans. Did they know? Would they accept you? Would they kick you out? Would they hate you and get upset at Nick? Anything but Nick, you would hate to see him go down for what you were.

“H-hey, whats the matter?” You hear a voice, the ones’ whose arm you grabbed onto. You could tell by the voice, it was Matt. “Hey, buddy, sit down,” Matt said, guiding you onto the closest empty chair in the airport. “Hold on, let me get Nick.” He nodded, and your grip on his arm loosened.

You faintly saw him walk away, and disappear into a small crowd of people. You realized that Nick must’ve been in the bathroom with Chris. Thinking about Matt finding Nick, worrying him, and bringing him out here to you made you feel like such an inconvenience. You should be able to take care of yourself, you shouldn’t need him.

You tried to stand up, but you couldn’t. Your weak legs wouldn’t allow you to go anywhere even if you could stand. Nick quickly emerged, and rushed over to you.

He got onto his knees, holding your hands in his. Your eyes were filled with tears that had somehow not spilled out yet, and both of your legs were bouncing uncontrollably.

“Hey, baby, whats the matter?” He asked supportingly. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes. The thought that right when you leave the airport building his parents are going to be there, since they’re the ones driving you guys to their home.

Your eyes quickly scanned the large area crowded with many people, some sitting, some sleeping, and even some running to board their plane. You quickly became overwhelmed, and started to grab Nick’s hands harshly.

The tears began to slowly make their way out of your eyes and down your face, and your boyfriend stood up. He effortlessly lifted you, and carried you off to someplace, after telling Matt and Chris something you couldn’t quite catch.

Nick rushed you into a room and closed the door behind you. You realized you were in a family bathroom, so there would be no other people surrounding you.

“Baby, please talk to me. What’s the matter?” He questioned, wiping the tears from your eyes. You shook your head, but he sighed before speaking again. “Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong.” You decided you had to tell him. There was no way he’d let you leave without telling him.

“Y-Your parents.. T-they’re gonna h-hate me- I-I’m not a boy!” You broke down, letting your head fall on Nick’s shoulder. His eyes widened, and he pulled you away from him gently.

“Y/N. You are a boy. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. The handsomest boy I’ve ever seen. You’re my boy, and thats all that matters. Okay? I promise you, they’ll love you as long as I do. I guarantee that. They won’t care that you’re trans, much like I don’t. We all see you as a boy, Y/N. Me, Chris, Matt, Madi, Nate.. We all do. I know they will too.” Nick smiled softly at you, before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He got a wet paper towel and wiped your face off, allowing you to be slightly more refreshed.

“Ready?” He asked you, and you nodded.

He quickly picked you up off the counter, and threw you over his shoulder. This action caused you to gasp, but start to giggle.

He walked back to the suitcases, and gently placed you down.

“I love you.” He smiled at you, taking your free hand in his.

“I love you too.” You replied, nodding.

You four made your way to the exit of the airport, and began looking for Marylou and Jimmy- the boys’ parents.

“Hey- Guys! They’re over there!” Chris yells, before bolting off into the distance, Nick, Matt, and you start to laugh, before following behind him closely.

“Mom! Dad!” Chris yells, throwing his bags onto the floor and throwing himself into his parents’ arms. We all laughed at the boy, acting as if he hasn’t seen his parents in years.

Matt and Nick took their turns hugging their parents, before it was your turn.

“Hello! You must be Nick’s boyfriend. You’re so cute! C’mere!” Marylou smiles brightly, and all of your previous anxiety vanishes. She held her arms open for a hug, which you quickly complied to.

“Nick won’t stop talkin’ about you!” Jimmy laughs, before throwing your bags in the trunk and giving you a pat on your back.

“Alright everybody, get in already!” Chris whines impatiently from the inside of the minivan, similar to the one they have back at home. You knew you’d be just fine.

wait i acc really like this one😭

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[milkyfederation]

One of the most popular pets in the Milky Federation is the Furbo, a creature artificially bioengineered from scratch by aliens.

They were created before earthians joined the MF, but the whole human race seems to share a common, primal fear of these creatures.

They can only eat furbo fodder and other special treats designed for their particular (disasterously engineered) anatomy.

They are furry and colourful, sporting intricate, unnatural patterns made to look cute.

Common activities include sitting in places to keep people company, staring supportingly and random indistinctive chatter which sounds way too similar to human's speech patterns.

They live for about 10 years (unless their poor health starts acting up) and can only reproduce in a lab. Adopt one today!

[ginsengkitten]

Nightfall: Chapter 1

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

The morning light filtered through the canopy of tree tops, sprinkling rays through the trees. The sounds of leaves and bark crunching under the tread of their hiking boots piercing the peaceful silence of the woods.   A young family trekked optimistically on their summer break. Getting the kids accustomed to the parents preconceived love of hiking that they shared far before ever having kids. It was the kind of trip they had both imagined for their little family ever since their first was born. Billy was a natural outdoorsy kid, Maggie, however was full of animosity towards it and would rather be playing Barbies. Even toting one of her dolls with her wherever they went. Still she admired the foliage, collecting her own bouquet of wildflowers along the way. The innocence of a young child embracing the still of nature and what the earth has to offer just by being.

Maggie encouraged that curiosity by wandering from the trail after straggling behind Billy, fortunately, Billy noticed and alerted their dad. "Dad, Maggie's running off again." To which he rolled his eyes at his daughter's silly habit and proceeded to track her down. Maggie hadn't gotten far, and when the dad had found her, he found her to be mesmerized, standing still in her spot.

"Mags how many times do we have to tell you not to-" he began to scold until his eyes met what hers did, resulting in him also frozen in horror. Maggie had stumbled upon what can only described as a horror scene. A deer lie in a small grove, dead and completely mutilated. Its poor body, unnaturally contorted into a heap of twisted, mangled flesh. The fur, skinned from its body. Flies made feast upon the bloody remnants.

"Daddy, what happened?" Maggie asked in fear. Unfortunately, daddy didn't have an answer. His fatherly knowledge reduced to the same childlike fear as hers as he grabbed her and ran, only to turn around and be met with whatever beast had tore the deer apart. The beast releasing a harrowing growl.

-

"Sources are calling it a total family annihilation; Investigators continue to work with the California department of wildlife and game wardens to determine what animal may be causing these gruesome killings, but have not released any further details to the public.

Police have urged the public to stay within city limits and avoid camping and other outdoor recreation until the animal is apprehended and put down. Local government officials are in talks of implementing a city curfew if the animal is not caught soon."

You listened half heartedly to the news as you pinned another music poster on your wall of your new apartment. Mind you the apartment itself was not new, in-fact very decrepit. A cigarette perched in the side of your lips as you concentrated. A 'vintage' Rolling Stones poster. You stood back and admired the new addition, one more thing to make this dingy place feel like a home.

Your roommate Vickey walked in from the kitchen, handing you a coffee. "Stones huh? Always a classic, I can't complain." She grinned. Vickey was the only person you knew in the entire state of California. You had answered her ad in the paper about looking for a roommate. You had finally gotten a job as a music journalist assistant for a local magazine print. It was small but just enough to get by and get your foot in. Music was your passion, and music journalism at that.

Vickey was a goth punk with black choppy hair, a blunt attitude and big in the rock scene; especially in LA, so the arrangement was working out swimmingly. She took a genuine interest in your work and would supportingly read all your writings and offer insider knowledge about shows. The two of you quickly becoming close friends.

"Another animal attack happened yesterday." Vickey said sipping her coffee. "Pretty crazy shit." . You sort of glaze over that statement, still focused on your interior design pursuit. "An entire family, shredded."

"Yeah that's crazy.." you say tranced on your new poster.

The TV reporter continues:

"In related news, a local church group has began petitioning the state of California for a total recall of all metal and rock music from its shelves, claiming the genres are the primary contributor to LA's recent uptick in crime, violence, and potentially a connection to the recent killings, they say."

Your neck snaps to the tv at this. Vickey scoffs. "Here we go again with these fuckin prudes and their protests." She flops on the couch and starts rolling a joint. "Is this a common occurrence then?" You ask, sort of laughing. Vickey doesn't break from her intense focus on her joint rolling; "The day the churches stop blaming everything on the rock scene is the day the last whore stops working the sunset strip. Shits been happening for generations pretty much. You just gotta ignore it." She grumbles.

"Right. Huh.." you mumble to yourself.

"You know- this could be a good story for the print." You blurt out. Vickey looks up, ushering her joint to you, but you decline by wiggling your cigarette in your lips. "Nah. This shits been covered a million times dude. Those uptight nuns have nothing new to spew anyways." She replies. "No no not for the church, Vickey, but the scene." You countered her. Her expression changed now more intrigued. "Oh? How so?". You pace around gently in thought. "From the rock scenes perspective on it. We ask them what THEY think about it all. Like the musicians and shit." Vickey chuckles and coughs out a cloud of smoke, "I dunno I don't think any local band is gonna give you the time of day unless you got drugs or can give good hea- well, actually..." She gets lost in thought for a moment. "I think I might know a couple musicians that MIGHT be willing to say a few words on the matter. -" you jump slightly with a mute excitement. "BUT- I can't guarantee you'll get anything of real substance from them.." she tries to ease your hopes down on her half offer but your excitement is apparent. "Vickey seriously?! That would mean the world to me. Who is it? When can I see them?!" Vickey smiles at your innocent enthusiasm to go willingly into the guttural den of rock.

"It's a local band called Guns N Roses. They're playing down at the troubadour tomorrow night. I'll see if I can get you in."

[cooojfzsworld]

Press me -pt1

Contains; cussing,alcohol,smoking,kissing.

Nerdy! Heesung x Stripper Reader.

It’s a big day today for you.as you wake up from your beauty sleep,getting up to freshen up your day.you notice a letter on the counter,But you gently

push it to the side for now. as you get yourself together,brushing your teeth,and washing your face.as your phone rings off from inside your bedroom,you quickly stop what you’re doing and grab your phone.picking it up to see your girly!best friend calling you,as you answer.

“ Heyy girll “ she said excitedly.

“ hey boo wsp” you said.

“ oh nothin much, how you feel about the party tonightt?” she said curiously. as you applied setting powder to your face.

“ I feel so nervous” you said.Biting ur bottom lip.

“ Why? Girl don’t be nervous, I’m sure ppl would enjoy your lil performance“. She said.

“ Yea ik it’s just a lot,but I’m kinda excited about it“ you said.applying lipgloss to your lips.

“same and besides who cares? you gon do good regardless if you ask me” She said supportingly.

“ Aww thanks bestt” you said. Cheesing at your phone screen.

“ ofcc! yk I love you girll😘”. She said.

“ yes an I love you lotss moree best!!”

you said. As the call disconnected, you got up from doing your makeup,and started looking through stuff to wear in your closet for tonight. As you stumble across a very remarkable;interesting outfit, which you don’t think to pick up,but you still do. an it still cringes you out a little,which makes you worry even more about tonight,because this outfit holds so much weight on you. >>

“ Girl don’t be nervous, you’re gonna kill it out there!” your best friend yelled. as you shook your head agreeing.“ i will cheer you on from here, just go out there and show em what a bad bitch you are,you hear me?” She said encouragingly. As you let out a chuckle,opening your arms for a hug as she kissed your cheek “ I love you sis”. She said warmingly. As you pulled away.giving her one last lovingly glare,before walking away.Now backstage as you patiently wait to be called on stage,you fix your outfit a little. Putting your long stiletto heels on,and applying some more of your clear lipgloss onto your plump lips;now feeling more like a bad bitch.

“ PLEASE welcome y/n” the DJ said. You confidently walked on stage as the crowd went wild.you could instantly hear the cheers from a mile away,looking around as you immediately made eye contact with Heesung. Which who was now undressing you with his eyes from across the room.licking your lips,as you climbed the poll.your head flew back as you seductively circled down,landing in a split.as the crowd cheered loudly,and more cameras started flashing,you got back up,and twerked a little.

As money continued flying everywhere, but mainly on your body.Making Heesung step closer, as he admired the view of you. Which you were now bent over next to the poll.grinding slowly against it,as you grabbed some of the money up off the stage and started spreading it all over your body.mostly in between your thighs,and up your ass,as you made eye contact with Heesung.

Whom looked more hungrier than before,dropping his drink and picking up some money from the stage floor just to throw it in the air,as you watched it land on your ass. Then you walked over to one of the other poll dancers,and started feeling up on there body. as they started grinding on your torso,which felt really good btw.and before,you knew it y’all’s lips were on each-others.but then it was time to really get to work. (Ifykyk..)

So,you pulled back your tongue and got back on the poll, and did a full( 3*60)but you were so into it,that you didn’t even notice that your skirt started lifting, mid turn.and before you knew it you fell down from the poll,making you stumble on stage.But you quickly fall into a split to cover it up.which was too late because your skirt ended up ripping even more.which now ur ass was on full display,and now everybody was looking directly at you and the music had stopped. While you sat in embarrassment,looking up to see Heesungs face who looked worried,as you looked over to your best friend that was now motioning you to get up.but you just frowned,As the cameras continued to flash”.

You immediately snap out of it and remember that your best friend is coming to pick you up, so you quickly walk over to the trash can,opening it as you place the colorful cloth.

[animefu]

Oh, look who's back again with a new drawing of Pokémon Horizons?

Yeah, I know it's been a long time since my last Horizons art post, but I had kind of an art block or simply no motivation, but anyways I'm back again with new art content. It's still going slow, but hopefully I'll be able to post more art of mine for you to enjoy.

Anyways here's today's drawing of, of course, the one and only Amethio!! 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

Hope, you guys like it as usual. And if you do, please tell me your opinions either in the reblogs or message section. Love you guys, enjoy your day!!

Your all supportingly @animefu

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic request: Evelyn introduces her parents to Caleb and kid Philip.

Evelyn's Parents

"Caleb, there's no need to worry," Evelyn voiced softly to her boyfriend as they, along with his gremlin little brother, arrived at a front door. "My parents are gonna love you."

"How can you be so sure, Evie?" Caleb asked his girlfriend nervously, chewing on his lip while wringing his hands.

Meeting Evelyn's mother and father for the first time was a tense situation for the teen, as his biggest worry was them learning about his previous work as a witch hunter.

Evelyn could sense this as she smiled supportingly, taking hold of his worried hand and squeezing it gently.

"Well, for starters, I love you, silly," she giggled lightly as she continued.

"And also because there's so much more to you than your past, Caleb. You're a person who chose kindess and change despite the witch hating environment you were raised in."

She starts to rub circles in his palm with her right thumb.

"If I'm capable of seeing that, I'm certain my parents will too."

'Her smile was so infectious...' Caleb thought as he felt his worry slowly melt away with her tender touch.

He sent Evie a smile of his own and nodded. "You're right."

Meanwhile, Little Pip stuck out his tongue in utter disgust as he watched the two teenagers display their dumb lovey-doveyness in front of him, making gag noises.

Caleb chuckled at this while Evelyn gave a playful roll of her golden eyes at the small brunette boy before knocking on the door.

When Mr. And Miss. Clawthorne answer, Evelyn is extremely elated to see them.

"Mom! Dad!" she exclaimed, joyfully hugging both her parents.

"Witchlet!" Both Mr. And Miss. Clawthorne exclaim in sync as they return their daughter's affection.

"How's our lovely little girl doing?" Mr. Clawthorne asked with a chuckle, ruffling Evelyn's wild red hair.

"I'm doing just fine, dad," she answered.

Miss. Clawthorne soon took notice of the boys beside her daughter. "Oh, sweetheart, is this the company you were talking about inviting over for dinner?"

Evelyn gleefully nodded. "Mm-hmm." She took a breath. "Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Caleb Wittebane. He's the best thing since diced bread."

Caleb sends Evelyn's parents a shy and kind smile, offering his hand for them to shake.

"Hello, Mr. And Miss. Clawthorne. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Caleb," Mr. Clawthorne said with a smile, shaking his hand.

"Evelyn's told us all about you," Miss. Clawthorne states, shaking his hand right after while smiling. "It's a great honor to be meeting another fellow carver."

Caleb's eyes immediately lit up when he heard that. "Wait, you both carve?" He gasped.

Both parents nod. "It's what the Clawthornes are most known for," Mr. Clawthorne reveals with a chuckle.

"Yup! We're pros in the Palisman making game," Evelyn adds with a grin.

"If you're ever comfortable sharing your work, we'd love to see it someday," Miss. Clawthorne told him gently.

"I would be honored!" Caleb beamed, brimming with joy.

Sharing a common interest with his girlfriend's parents was something he felt extremely happy about.

Philip proceeds to LOUDLY clear his throat, feeling totally ignored.

"Oh!" Evelyn went, almost forgetting. "Mom, dad, this is Philip. He's Caleb's baby brother--"

"Little brother," Philip corrected her with a huff.

He's not a baby.

Evelyn, along with her parents and Caleb, chuckled as she continued introducing him.

"He's basically a baby griffin with really sharp razor claws and fire axe breath."

"I'm NOT a baby!" He protested once again with a stomp of his foot, which made the teens and adults laugh at his cuteness a second time.

"Why don't we all head inside?" Miss Clawthorne suggested with a light hum as her husband and everyone else followed her inside.

"The dinner I made is almost done baking in the oven."

"See, goldilocks?" Evelyn whispers to Caleb, playfully elbowing his shoulder. "My name and dad totally like you. You're a natural at being likeable."

She winks.

This caused Caleb to chuckle at her as he smiled, slight blush on his cheeks.

[sleeps24hoursaday]

I love you isn't enough to describe how I feel

  TW: 14+ but you can read if you’re mature enough

So for context, this Is about how a girl (23) met Eminem (27) in 1999 (Kim and Hailie didn’t exist in this situation) and they go from friends to… more.

It was a quiet afternoon in your neighborhood, you were sitting in your room listening to music while writing in your journal. You saw a beat down 1976 Oldsmobile delta 88 park near the house that was empty for a few weeks, the car wasn’t familiar. Then a young blue eyed blonde with baggy clothes stepped out of the car, he looked a bit intimidating but you were curious about him,  you wanted to get to know him, since you were a super curious person from childhood. But you thought it would be awkward to go up to him out of nowhere so you just continued writing in your journal about your day.  The blonde called someone and got the keys to the house (the one next to you that was empty) and took his stuff in. 

The next day, you were going to get some groceries and walk your dog, pinky pie and you saw the blonde was also going to the grocery store  so you thought what a great chance to talk to him. You went up to him and said “hey are you new here? I’m Y/N” he looked at you and said “yeah, I just got here yesterday, I’m Marshall” he seemed very introverted and shy at first but you tried to keep the conversation going. You asked “how old are you?” He replied “I’m 27, you?” you replied “23” you both smiled awkwardly but you didn’t give up, you wanted to know him so you asked “uh do you want me to show you the community and like walk around?” He said “yeah sure, I mean i’m low-key lost here” you laugh at his comment and continued walking. He asked “what’s your dogs name? So ADORABLE” he said in a baby voice, you replied “she’s my little pinky pie” he said “awww, it fits her so perfectly” you said “I know right!” You two continued talking about your opinions on dog breeds and names then there was an awkward silence between you guys then you broke the silence and asked “sooo what do you plan on doing? Like your career?” He replied anxiously “ Im really into hiphop, and I’m trying to become a rapper..” He said very shyly like he was scared of being judged you replied supportingly “oh my gosh, you are gonna do sooo good, I believe in you Marshall, in my opinion your voice is PERFECT for this field” he scratched the back of his neck and said “really? That’s so kind of you” you said “no worries”  you got to the grocery store and you two had to go in different ways and said bye, you got some cereal, milk, and vegetables and went back home with pinkie pie. You got home, washed your face and got into your pink pjs and started making dinner for yourself, some vegetable stir fry and cola, then you heard knocking on your door, you opened the door and Marshall was standing there in a pink apron asking if you have garlic, you started laughing but then got yourself together and told him to come in as you went to get garlic from the kitchen, you got the garlic and gave it to him “you have a really cool house, Y2K kinda stuff, by the way thanks for the garlic” you reply “welcome, feel free to ask if you need anything okay?” “Okay” he replied. You ate your dinner and went to sleep, you were happy that you made a new friend.

The next month, you two continued having these awkward little interactions but slowly got more comfortable and not as shy as the first few days. You two hanged out every single time you were free because you lived right besides each other. One of the most embarrassing moments was when you told him you were free in the morning and then went shower and then when you came out he almost saw you half naked but he covered his eye and apologised for not knocking but you two were embarrassed for the next 2 days. A really fun interaction you two had with was when you went to the beach with both of your friend groups and made a super cool HUGE sand castle and made all the girls sand mermaid and the boys have sand six pack,and you brought sandwiches and everyone loved it. 

You two would have a movie night every week, in 2001 you two watched legally blonde together and at the end when you found out Elle and emmet got together you screamed (excitedly) and he was shocked and tried to calm you down but you told him it’s fine and you went back home.

(FOR GIRLS THAT LIKE OLD LOVE) one day you two were going to walk your dog together while it was raining, you were walking and then out of no where you almost slipped with your head but he quickly grabbed you by your arm and for a second he was holding you bridal style (this was the time you had feelings for him but only friends) and you got butterflies in your tummy.

As you two got closer friends, you slowly started to develop feelings for him, it was because of his kind soul, funny quotes, orange cat personality, and how beautiful his eyes were when he was concentrating on something. But you told yourself you two are just friends and you can’t be liking him like that. Those feelings slowly started to disappear but they appeared again after a few months…

You thought that having feelings for him wasn’t right and it would ruin your perfect friendship… but you couldn’t stop liking him, but loving him. It was driving you insane.

In 2002 you two decided to rewatch titanic with some of your friends and also proof. You and him sat next to each other and when those scenes came he covered your eyes even though you were 26, he treated you like a little kid. When the movie finished proof and your other friends started saying “Marshall is Y/Ns jack Y/N is his rose” or hollering “kiss kiss kiss” you were dying inside wanting to confess but you and him just ignored your friends shipping you…

You two just ignored them and went back home, he took you to your house first then you looked back at him with puppy eyes (he was very much taller than you) then he asked “what?” You didn’t reply wanting him to guess he said “don’t care about what proof and stuff said” you said “no, Marshall you don’t get it” he said “what do you mean? Y/N” you sigh and said “ugh Marshall why didn’t you get the signs, I like you” the next second you were full of regret but you looked up and Marshall, his eyes were giving “I know you did” and then he said “and what made you think I didn’t like you?” You said “you never said anything” he said “you didn’t either” then he said “come on let’s go talk inside it’s too cold for you” now THAT gave you butterflies all over. You went in your house, sat on the couch and held pinky pie in your arms for comfort. He looked at you and smiled and sat next to you and said “I guess we are the jack and rose aren’t we” you blushed but didn’t say anything. He left to his house and you went to bed, when you were about to fall asleep you heard knocking on your door, you got up and went to the door, and there was Marshall again. He said “I had a bad dream can I sleep at yours?” You were shocked but said “um okay fine” (reminder you had one bed) you got on the bed and slept at the left edge and him on the right, you were this close to falling asleep but he said “good night Y/N, love you” you were shocked when he said love you but you said “love you too marshmallow” marshmallow was a nickname you gave him that annoyed him a bit but you knew deep down he liked. You were deeply asleep when you felt his hand on your waist, you DID NOT complain about it and just fake asleep the whole night. 

You woke up, he was still sleeping like a baby, you tried to move his hand off of your waist but he was forcing it down so you just slowly moved your body to get free from his grip. But he woke up and said “good morning” in his sleepy voice and you said it back. You got up to go make your coffee and one for him so you ask “iced?” He says 

“Mhm” in the cutest voice ever, you got your and his iced coffee and sat next to him on the bed and started drinking it, as you were drinking it Marshall said “sooo about last night….” You replied “Marshall I’m sorry it was so awkward” and you thought he would say it’s fine or something, but no he didn’t say anything and looked at you with fuck me eyes and OUT OF NOWHERE put his coffee down and grabbed your face and kissed you pretty aggressively but ended it soon, you were speechless just staring at him while he was giving you a small smirk.

A few minutes later, after you finished your coffee he asked you “do you wanna do something tonight?” (Yes girl 8 mile reference) you said “yeah, if we don’t tell our friends” he said “fuck them, who cares”  and he put his hand on your neck and slowly pressed his lips on yours and got between your legs and… you know what happens next, it was calm but he did leave some marks and afterwards you two just cuddled together and fell asleep. 

This was a pretty short one but low key good for scenarios before bed but yeah thanks for reading and supporting me! Love you all!

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Fifteen - Going Nowhere

Rachel piggy backed you out of the club and bundled you into a taxi with everyone else to head back to Mary’s house because according to the others, it’s the biggest. Everyone found a bed, you and Rach took the sofa but your eyes weren’t ready to close just yet and asked if you could use the hot tub, Mary said yes but to be quiet. Leaving your clothes at the door you both creeped out to the garden in wearing your underwear and lowered your bodies into the warm pool, feeling the warm bubbles coat your bodies was bliss. Sinking onto Rachel’s lap to kiss her, “have I told you how beautiful you are today?” she said clutching your face “well it’s after midnight sooo… no” you giggled “how did I get so lucky?” she whispered stroking your cheek as you watched a tear roll down from her eye. You wiped it away asking what was wrong “Nothing baby… they’re happy tears” a small forced smile appeared on her lips “after dad passed I didn’t think I would ever be happy again but then we won the Euros and although I was so happy, I was sad he was missing out on the highlight of my career… but then I found you. Now when I look up to the stands, although I don’t see him, I do see you and I never want to not see you there. I don’t wake up sad anymore, I wake up smiling every day, I go to bed smiling every night and I never want to lose that” as she finished her sentence more tears came pouring out as she rested her head on your shoulder. You took a few moments to think about what to reply “do you wanna know what I said when Millie asked where I saw us going?” Rachel nodded “I said, if it was up to me…” you paused as you pulled her onto your lap and took her head in your hands. “I’d marry you tomorrow” you told her honestly as her eyes widened “I’m not going anywhere” reassuring her as you wiped her face. Rachel took a sharp breath in hearing you say that, you saw her noticeable gulp… “I’m so in love with you (y/n)” she announced with you both smiling “I’m madly in love with you Rachy” as you placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Do you wanna know the best bit?” lifting her off you leaving her legs still draped over yours “dad’s watching” you squeezed her as she looked up at the millions of stars above. She laid her head on your shoulders “he’d be so happy right now” she whispered “he is baby, look they’re all twinkling” as happy tears left both of your eyes you sat there looking up at the sky until the sun began to rise. You got out of the hot tub to dry off then you carried her to the sofa where she fell asleep on your chest.

You woke up around midday to the murmurs of the others standing in the kitchen talking “look at them, you can’t tell me they’re not in love it’s so obvious to everyone” you heard Beth say. They were looking at the back of the sofa so couldn’t see your eyes open, you just laid there listening to them stroking your girl’s hair until her eyes opened as well, you put your finger to your lips for her to be quiet and moved your eyes towards the kitchen so she got the jist. “We’ve never seen (y/n/n) like this, she’s so happy all of the time you can tell how in love she is from the way she looks at her!” you heard Katie say, Rach leant her forehead against yours smiling uncontrollably “They’re just trying not to rush things too much, they only met not long ago, obviously they love each other they don’t need to say it because they both know” Millie said supportingly.

“We said it last night actually!” Rachel blurted out, you both giggled to each other as they all came running to the sofa “tell us everything!!” your besties shouted at the same time “who said it first?!” Mary quipped. Millie didn’t say anything and just sat on the arm of the sofa with her hand on the back of Rachel’s head smiling for us. It meant so much to have such supportive people around you. “(Y/n) said she’d marry me tomorrow” “omg you told her!” Millie said excitedly “then Rach said she’s in love with me” you exclaimed “then (y/n/n) said she’s in love with me too” Rachel finished softly stroking your face. “I’m so glad you’re happy Rach, you of all people deserve it” Millie said as she bent down to kiss both her friends on the head. “Yeah we’re so happy for the both of you” Beth said. Georgia crouched down to your level “I hope you know we’re not letting you go to Aus until you tell us all the details”. Everyone’s mouths dropped as she said that and all at once exclaimed “you’re coming to the World Cup?!” You confirmed this and the girls got excited “this is gonna be soooo much more fun!” Mary already planning the TikTok’s “how’s that gonna work Rach?” Millie asked bringing us back down to earth. Rach explained she was going to talk to Sarina today to see what they can do to get you on the same flight and in the same hotel and assured you she’ll make it work. Millie said she’ll go with her and plead your case which was nice.

“Right guys you’ve all gotta go cause I’ve got lots to do today” Mary announced. You all collected your things and left the house. Rachel and Millie were heading to Sarina’s office and you took Georgia and Katie home. You both spoke to your friends about your evening, not leaving out any details.

Part Sixteen - Branded

[blooming-skeleton]

I am here to inform on coming-out!

First, you must ask yourself:

1. Have the people expressed a positive reaction to LGBTQIA+ in the media (as an example, the news)

2. Have they reacted supportingly to someone else coming out?

3. Have they defended the LGBTQIA+ community when someone else was bashing it?

If at least one of these is “yes”, you’re probably safe to come out.

HOWEVER, as safeguards:

1. Are you a legal adult?

2. Are you 100% financially independent from the people involved?

3. Do circumstances allow for you to move out if need be or have you already moved out?

I got this from the comic The Recloseted Lesbian by @obelisart . However, I am also very lucky, as my parents are also queer.

Also: No one is entitled to your identity. If you don’t want to come out to someone, don’t come out to them.

yes to one of the top ones (I’ve come out as bisexual a few months ago) but I’m none of the safeguards unfortunately. My mom and grandma were super supportive though, which is a big plus. Thanks for answering!

[dailyjamm6]

More Maid Class Stuff - III (MMCS)

<This time, a more indepth exploration on the classpect itself outside of a strictly in-source material analysis.>

To begin, the Maid Class is one that can be approached as One who redefines [Aspect] and One who is redefined through [Aspect].

As such, as much as for many cases at first glance it may seem that a Maid is diametrically opposed to, or at least displeased with, their aspect, they in truth are more opposed against the pre-existing ideas and notions they carry in relation to, or ascribe to them.

Truly, they only become satisfied with their aspect once they've recontextualized their idea of what their aspect means and what their relationship with it should be. And thus, until they finally reach that point, the relationship can only be described as rebellious.

More than anyone Maids are deeply tied to the idea of their aspect, and in fact, their aspect itself. Which is made clear as their complex, or rather, tumultuous relationship tends to showcase how close they are to and how much they are affected by it in their lives.

A Maid's rejection and rebellion against their Aspect and what it means, until finally coming to terms with and redefining their relationship, is a partial rejection of theirselves, of the aspects of their own selves that reflect it as a reaction to the connotations they themselves ascribe to their aspects.

Sometimes it is subconscious and abstract, such as one's feeling of futility being reflected in and through fatalism; Other times it is literal, such as the rejection of a label or everything the idea or a tangible form of one's aspect represents.

However, at times said rejection, although potentially and often self-destructive, tends to counter-act the Aspect in absolute detriment, since the Maid may be completely absorbed by their Aspect.

A Maid of Light can become completely lost within myths and stories, even religious beginning to think of their whole world in relation to them and even redefining their own self to approximate those; Whilst a Maid of Life could accept the expectations put upon them by her familial history, culture and tradition and see the world completely in that lens to their own detriment and the detriment of others.

In regards to wielding their aspect, the Maid at face value more closely resembles the Witch, and in fact, if it were not for the special relationship Maids have with their aspect, would be nearly identitcal, since the Maid manipulates through, although also brings upon, their Aspect; However they are less likely to directly manipulate their Aspect.

Maids prefer acting from the sidelines, or at a glance, supportingly, albeit not as an absolute, as they use the position to enact more direct and meaningful impact on a situation.

The main point of the Maid is said impact, whilst the sidelines are simply where they feel most comfortable acting from.

This could make they seem comparable to the archetype of a guerilla fighter, less so to a sniper, because the later acts with premeditation and precision, and whilst Maids are absolutely capable and do use either, even and often both, they prefer the execution over the planning.

This draws parallels with the Thief, for as much both prefer the latter half, the Thief rejects the idea of a plan as inherently curbsome, whilst the Maid is willing to strategise ahead if it'd make sure their actions bring fruits.

The Maid ultimately, like the Heir, holds their Aspect as second nature, at times even more so than the latter, however their tumultuous and complex relationship to it tends to render them unable to use their talents to their fullest until they make ammends with it.