#((and will come yell at you about them holding hands))

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forget me not II l.williamson x reader

forget me not II l.williamson x reader

"only me lee!" you called out, slipping out of your coat and hanging it by the door, tugging your beanie off and running a hand through your hair. you sighed happily at the much warmer temperature in the house compared to the brutal winter wind bellowing outside.

but there was nothing that could wipe the grin off of your face, having just wrapped up your final day of your degree and handing in your final thesis, you were on top of the world.

and at that moment, leah had been determined to keep you there.

"leah?" you called out for your girlfriend, eyebrows furrowing in concern when there was nothing in return, though you could smell the orange blossom throughout the house where she'd had the diffuser on, and her car had been parked right next to yours when you pulled in.

"babe?" you yelled a little louder, unwinding your scarf and slipping off your sneakers leaving them by the door, frown deepening as you wandered further and further into your home with still no sign of the blonde to be seen.

but you melted as you rounded the corner and laid eyes upon a perfectly set dining room table, takeaway from your most treasured italian restaurant plated up beautifully with a glass of champagne poured to accompany it, an expensive looking bottle sat in a bucket of ice in the middle of the table.

you could see the food was still steaming which must have meant that-

"congratulations!" you jumped almost a foot in the air at the booming voice behind you, jolting around for a split second before leah engulfed you in a bear hug, lifting you off your feet and cheering.

"leah!" you laughed, clutching onto her shoulders as the defender spun you around and carefully placed you back down on the ground. "i am so so unbelievably proud of you." her hands fell either side of your face, palms rough and callous but her touch warm and comforting as you melted into it.

"hold that thought." leahs finger smooshed against your lips for a second as she let go and stepped away, disappearing for a moment but returning with a huge bouquet of flowers in her arms.

"oh leah, you didn't need to do all this! i'd have been happy with a takeaway and a cheap bottle of wine." you exhaled with a soft smile, leah rolling her eyes affectionately and placing your flowers down on the table.

"only the best for the best. we can get wine drunk and have a greasy chinese any day of the week my girl, but its not every day that you graduate university with top marks, honors and three job offers!" your girlfriend reminded, shaking you proudly as you threw your head back with another laugh.

"i love you." you sighed, shaking your head and wrapping your arms around her neck, her own hands settling on your hips and drawing your body closer into hers, the scent of her perfume intoxicating as you drowned in it.

"i love you, i love our life, i love our home. and i love that i don't need to fight a big dusty stack of text books for your attention anymore!" the blonde teased as you grinned, leaning in to press a few short but sweet kisses against her lips.

"i knew that was coming." you sighed with a shake of your head, leah pulling a face and nodding, stealing another kiss and moving to pull your chair out for you, gesturing for you to sit down.

"i hate when you pull my chair out for me." you reminded as leah shrugged, pushing it in and stealing another kiss. "at restaurants, you didn't say anything about at home." leah winked taking her own seat as you rolled your eyes fondly.

"to you my love!" leah raised her glass with a beaming smile across the table, a fond grin on your own as a gentle clink sounded around the kitchen.

in that moment you felt loved and supported, as leah showered you with praise and hung off your every word as she asked you question after question about your finally completed thesis and how you were feeling.

if only you'd known it wouldn't last.

~

leah and you met through your cousin alessia.

the pair of you both the only girls in your immediate family and only a few months apart in age you'd grown up thick as thieves, adopting one another as the sisters you weren't given, both instead having older brothers.

you only grew closer as the years flew by, you making your way across the world to visit her when she was in college in america and the two of you vacationing together time and time again in italy with your families.

when alessia moved to manchester for football and you stayed in central london you saw less of one another, but still you did your best to make it to as many of her matches as you could, never gifted with much of a sporting ability which all three of your cousins had teased you for growing up.

you'd seen leah around in passing at the international games but never really had much to do with many of your cousins teammates bar the ones you saw more often that she played with at united or on the youth teams.

you had first been properly introduced to leah on a night out, arsenal playing united meant several of the england girls were going for dinner and given you'd gone to the game and hadn't seen alessia in well over a month she'd invited you to join them.

you hadn't interacted with leah all that much that night, spending most of your time glued to your cousins side making the most of your time with her, your exams now done for the semester you were making plans with her to go to ibiza after the season wrapped up.

but unknown to you, you'd stuck with leah a little more than she had with you.

you hadn't had anything else to do with her until a couple of weeks later, you were in between lectures and desperate for a coffee which actually tasted like coffee and not something from a gas station pod machine.

so you'd ducked out to a little cafe just down the road from the university, it was a fan favourite amongst studnets and often quite busy so you weren't surprised to see all the tables occupied and people stood shoulder to shoulder awaiting their takeaways.

you'd ordered your usual and a ham and cheese croissant to snack on along the way back, moving away from the counter to wait for your order, smiling apologetically at a blonde you'd accidentally backed up into.

you assumed that would be it, off in your own world as you started to daydream, which is why you missed the girl speak to you, only zoning in once she tapped you on the shoulder and you turned toward her with a curious frown.

"sorry, what?" you blinked realizing she'd said something and you'd missed it. "i said you look really familiar, have we met before?" the stranger asked and you let out a small puff of air in amusement. "is that supposed to be a pick up line?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow as the blondes eyes widened.

"no! honestly. i would never try to pick you up-" she started but with a small scoff of offence from you her eyes widened further. "no! not that i wouldn't try to pick you up at all you're not ugly, but i wouldn't do it like that?" she cringed at herself as you hummed, turning back toward the counter and crossing your arms over your chest.

"hey no please, i'm so sorry this is all coming out wrong." the girl huffed with a shake of her head as again you only hummed and she seemed to give it up as there was a few beats of silence.

"oh! i know. you're...someones cousin." the girl seemed to light up, seemingly quite happy with herself as you threw her a side eye. "aren't we all technically someones cousin?" you questioned still facing the counter as the girl rolled her eyes.

"well yes but i swear i've seen you somewhere before." the blonde huffed in frustration and you sagged a little in relief as your name was called.

"let me guess. in your dreams?" you chuckled, stepping forward to grab your coffee and the small paper bag, good mood returning at the overwhelming scent of the croissant which was toasted, warm and calling your name.

"look. you're not unattractive but the whole 'oh i know you!' thing? it doesn't work. really, do yourself a favor and get a new tactic!" you shook your head with a slight smile, leaving the blonde gobsmacked as you moved past her and shuffled your way out of the cafe.

only if you'd just waited another thirty seconds, you'd have heard her own coffee's called out, all under the name leah.

again a couple of months passed and the coffee shop interaction disappeared from your mind, alessia laughing about it with you a week later teasing that even if you didn't date boys you couldn't avoid shitty pick up lines.

you didn't run into leah again until the very first friendly leading up to englands home euros run where they beat belgium 3-0. you'd been sat with everyone in the family and friends section, wedged between gio and your own older brother leo. the rhyming names in which you and alessia had teased them for for years.

naturally after the game and the crowd had cleared everyone was mingling with their families, and you'd been so busy laughing at alessia's brothers taking the piss out of her for having kept count of how many times she tripped over in the game you missed a familiar blonde spot you across the room.

however you were made aware of her presence around a half an hour later as your family had started to break off into groups, all headed to a local restaurant for a nice meal to celebrate alessia and everyone being together again.

"want a lift?" alessia offered twirling her keys around on her finger as she finished saying goodbye to a few of the girls. "yes but i'd also like to arrive to dinner alive." you sighed as the girl scoffed and hit you on the shoulder.

"well i'm your last option so you can walk if you'd prefer piccoli ravioli!" your cousin cooed teasingly, pinching your cheek as your eyes narrowed and you shoved her taller form away.

"alessia. you promised you'd stop calling me that." "i did, but i've changed my mind now. it brings nonna so much joy...i'd like to also feel that joy." "would you also like to feel my fist against your cheek?" "aw you're so cute, piccoli ravioli!"

"i hate you." you sighed in defeat unable to muster the energy for a proper comeback as your cousin only grinned and waved goodbye to mary over your shoulder.

exchanging goodbyes with ella and promising you'd come visit manchester soon you turned to follow after your cousin and her long legs which were already halfway across the room when there was a tap on your shoulder.

"you look really familiar. have we met before?"

"you." you realized quickly, eyes widening at the smug grin on the familiar blondes face who stood before you, clad in the same england tracksuit your cousin was wearing which could only mean one thing.

"you mean you're-" "yes i am, and you are someones cousin. alessia's!" the girl grinned victoriously as you winced a little at your previous interaction.

"told you it wasn't a pick up strategy." the blonde beamed even brighter, rocking back and forth on her heels and shoving her hands into her pockets.

"well you could have just asked!" you rolled your eyes at her smugness. "i did and you bit my head off!" the blonde huffed in defense. "i mean directly. like 'oh i think you might be related to someone i play football with'." you mocked in an attempt at her accent.

"i don't talk like that!" "thats what you took away from that?"

"well i didn't want to freak you out." the girl rolled her eyes as you snickered. "and how well did that go? i've been calling you coffee shop creeper when i tell that story, and let me tell you it gets some laughs!" your voice dripped with sarcasm but that just seemed to cause her lips to curl up into a more prominent smile.

"well then you're welcome for the ice breaker, maybe now you'll have some more success reading cues of when someone is trying to chat you up or just asking a curious question. not everyone wants to date you right off the bat, sorry for the let down." the blonde pouted though the sarcasm was obvious in her own tone.

"leah." your own response was cut short as the girl held out her hand, grin still plastered on her face and damp hair pushed to one side of your head as you sized her up for a second before sighing and exchanging your own name.

the interaction was paused as alessia yelled out for you, gesturing from the door and tapping her wrist making you scoff given she was one to talk forever the last to show up at any family event and notoriously known her lateness.

"well leah, i'm glad we cleared this up. good game!" you smiled sincerely for the first time and leah felt her stomach flip as you turned to head over to your cousin.

"wait! can i get your number?" you glanced back in surprise to the blonde who shrugged at your raised eyebrow. "only following your advice and asking directly!" leah teased with a smirk that you couldn't lie and say wasn't a little endearing.

"fine, but just so you know i will be saving your contact as coffee shop creeper."

~

years down the track and the coffee shop creeper charm had won you over, you were very happily in a long term relationship and a few months ago had taken the next step of moving in together.

with alessia now living in london too it meant the pair of you were near inseparable much to both leahs delight and frustration that your cousin loved to invite herself over, often interrupting date night.

you'd been by leahs side throughout her injury, sticking by her through the highs and lows, the lashing out, the icing out, the apologies and the crying and eventually, the peace and the healing.

you'd be lying if you said that despite how clearly proud of her you were, you missed having leah around as much now she was medically cleared and back fit and fighting for her beloved arsenal.

date nights were often forgotten, leah hanging back in the gym to do some extra work or to meet one on one with the physios ensuring her recovery was still right on track.

despite your own studies you made sure to be at every single game each weekend if leah was playing or not. but when she used to greet you afterwards with a bear hug and a sneaky kiss, whisking the pair of you away back home for a night of takeaway and horrendously cheesy rom coms, had disappeared as she instead spent time looking back on game footage with the head defensive coach or watching at home on her own ipad, normally requesting some space to do so.

but as always, you knew what this meant to her. football wasn't just leah's passion it was her life, and you wouldn't be the person to stand in the way of her achieving everything she wanted to and more, you were always her biggest cheerleader.

there was an international camp coming up and you knew that was her next goal, her focus narrowed down to have her name on that squad list her sole vision for the next few weeks, and of course as usual you'd been nothing but supportive of her.

but you had your own milestones incoming, your own goals to lock in on and finalizing your thesis was one of the last. leah had of course showered you with praise and attention and affection that night and you felt like things had started to slip back where they left off.

but then a few days later and again you were left sat at the dining room table alone on date night, reading a book and looking longingly over to the door awaiting the jingle of your lovers keys in its lock, but by the time it came you were long asleep in bed, leahs dinner left wrapped in cling film in the fridge, untouched and discarded by you that next morning.

as much as you put on a brave face, there was always someone who saw through any attempt at a wall you threw up for your own defense, and that was your cousin.

it had taken a little bit of clever reverse psychology and a mountain of carbs in the form of your favorite pasta dish but eventually alessia had you opening up about feelings you'd pushed down and down and down.

having known you longer and family meaning everything to alessia you knew the blonde would take your side, not that there was even an argument or 'sides' to be taken at all. but also always level headed and your go to for advice your entire life you took on board what she had to say.

she encouraged you to open up to leah and talk everything out, urging that the older girl was clearly head over heels for you and likely didn't even realise her actions were making you feel like this.

alessia cautioned that the longer you let these feelings sit the bigger chance they could begin to turn into resentment, to fester away and become much more negative, eating away at you piece by piece, the more likely that leah would continue on forward blindly, unaware of your feelings of neglect and you could both wind up hurt.

you wished you'd listened to her.

finally a week later your final hurdle arrived, your graduation.

given it was quite the extensive class you'd been apart of you only had a small handful of tickets to extend, but of course your cousin and your girlfriend had received their invitations weeks ago.

alessia had taken you out shopping a few days ago to find a dress, leah very kindly offering to come but you could see the slight grimace on her face at the thought and dismissed it with a smile, thanking her with a soft kiss for offering.

you needed to arrive earlier than your family, so alessia had texted leah the night before offering to pick her up and carpool. your girlfriend however assumed the blonde had meant a lift to training that next morning and declined, advising she would make her own way.

you'd also of course spoken about your nerves for tomorrow, leah only half listening as she studied the training footage she'd requested on her ipad, assuring everything would be fine and kissing your forehead as you hummed and settled down in bed beside her.

you were used to falling asleep first, back turned to your girlfriend as her fingers drummed away against her screen, wishing for nothing more than the nights where leah would be pressed up against you.

where she was present, involved, attentive. but again you chose not to mention it, afraid she'd take your feelings of neglect for neediness and the voices in your head warned it would mean your blonde lover would pull away even further out of reach.

it wasn't unusual for you to be up and gone when leah woke for trainings some mornings, the early bird out of the pair of you you often loved a morning run to clear your head, having long given up trying to convince your sleep loving bed hogging girlfriend to join you.

so she thought nothing of it when the time ticked by and still you hadn't returned, chalking it up to you maybe going for breakfast afterwards with a friend.

if she'd been paying attention when she raced out to her car, piece of toast hanging out of her mouth and her shoes in hand she might have noted your car was gone too.

leah was so wrapped up in training preparing for this weeks game, knowing sarina would be there to watch, she hadn't even tweaked your cousins absence, missing the flittering conversations that alessia had a family commitment.

never having her phone on her during training, leah was surprised to check it after showering to see an abundance of missed calls, messages and facetime attempts from a handful of different people.

"what the fuck?" the blonde mumbled, muttering her goodbyes to her teammates as she made her way quickly out of colney and sat down in her car, deciding to just start from the last missed call she had which was from her mum.

the girl couldn't even get a word in to ask what had happened before amanda was speaking, exhaling in relief at her daughters contact popping up on her phone.

“finally! I understand you might not have been allowed your phone for a face time during the ceremony but you better have some photos and videos to send me." amanda laughed, leahs frown only deepening but again she couldn't get a word in.

"god i bet she looked beautiful, she's such a gorgeous girl i've always said that! but now with a doctorate. oh leah did you cry? i bet your brother you'd cry!" amanda laughed as leah opened and closed her mouth in confusion.

"sorry, mum what are you on about?" leah finally managed to speak, a brief pause of silence on the other end. "fine so you didn't cry! you are a softie though bubba you can't deny me that. but i'm with your grandma so send me some photos at least to show her!" amanda encouraged as leahs eyebrows furrowed.

“sorry i'm a bit lost here. photos of what mum?” "the graduation of course, what else?" "whose graduation? you're not making any sense."

there was a few beats of silence, amanda having moved away for a moment to somewhere a bit more private.

"leah if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.” her mum warned seriously, tone shifting as leah scoffed. "of course its not a joke! i don't know what you're on about with this gradua-" but the words died in her mouth as finally things seemed to click.

"oh no no no fucking hell please no!” leah panicked, putting the phone down on her centre console as her chest tightened and her heart began to race.

"leah catherine williamson. please tell me you didn't forget your own girlfriends graduation ceremony." amanda spoke much more quietly, disbelief evident in her voice as leah fumbled around, knowing it was in here somewhere.

then she found it, the invitation.

you'd both been in the car when you'd shown it to her, leah having picked you up from a friends house where you'd had a few too many drinks for her to want you in an uber, smiling in amusement as you toddled your way down the driveway to her.

she hadn't seen you all day but the moment she'd gotten you safely in the car you'd presented her with the small slip of paper, leah's eyes widening in pride for a moment before her lips were showering every inch of your face in kisses as you'd laughed and shoved her off.

but the melodic sound of your laughter was a stark comparison to the stuffy horrendous silence which filled her car now as leah stared in both horror and disgust at the date on the paper clenched tightly in her fist.

"mum i need to go."

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matt sturniolo x reader

a/n: 3.3k words of fluff, cockwarming, my own fantasies, idk what possessed me to write about cold weather in the middle of summer, but i’m kinda here for it.

please reblog!

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it wasn’t matt’s fault that you looked so cozy.

the room was bathed in a dim violet light. new girl reruns were playing on the tv, but he stopped paying attention hours ago. the chilly boston weather frosted the windows in the room, and matt could almost see his warm exhales in the air — a clear indicator of just how fucking cold it was. the heater had broken down earlier that day, and every single repair company they called was unavailable to come fix it that evening. the earliest they had was tomorrow afternoon because of course everyone in boston had a broken heater today.

the two of you had headed to his bed early that night in hopes of using body heat to warm each other up. nick and chris whined and complained that it wasn’t fair for matt to have his own personal heater,

“fuck off and cuddle with each other!” he yelled over his shoulder to the boys wrapped in two blankets each, hands on your shoulders leading you to his bedroom as you laughed at their grumbles down the hall.

reaching the door, matt snorted behind you, shutting it softly the door with a click, and pulling open his closet doors to grab a couple of hoodies and about a dozen blankets, per your request, to hold you guys through the night.

“you cold, baby?” he murmured.

“we’re about two degrees from this water turning into ice, matty. ” you remarked, taking a sip from the plastic bottle on his desk before turning to face him. “of course i’m fucking cold.”

his head peeked above the comically high mound of blankets in his arms, winking at you before turning to drop them on his bed and beginning to neatly stack them on top of his comforter.

red creeped up your neck and cheeks. you rolled your eyes affectionately and turned to his wardrobe in search of some sweatpants, humming mindlessly.

“look at how cozy it looks, babe.” matt exclaimed behind you, grinning at the blanket pile before reaching over to slide a sweatshirt over his long sleeve t-shirt.

you looked over your shoulder and you could only let out a small ‘mhm’ because your eyes darted straight down to the trail of hair on his lower abdomen that continued down and into his sweatpants. he pulled the sweatshirt down his torso and ran a hand through his hair, lashes fluttering and nose pink from the cold, utterly oblivious to your ogling.

your lip came up to move in between your teeth, but you peeled your gaze from the boy in front of you and focused on finding the first pair of pants you could in order to get into the cozy bed and pair of arms that awaited.

shuffling out of your tight leggings, your hands came around to fix the waistband of your underwear, nails hooking on the elastic and tugging them back into place; but the skin at the nape of your neck tingled as you felt a gaze upon your back. smirking, your eyes lifted to peek at the small mirror atop the dresser. there was matt, eyes locked on your backside, staring unabashedly. your teeth glinted in the light, his eyes met yours through the mirror. a red flush creeped over his face all the way to the tips of his ears. your eyes crinkled in delight and you threw your head back, laughing at his shyness. turning your gaze back to the mirror, you grinned when his reflection flipped you off, huffing a laugh, hair tickling his forehead as he shook his head and moved to turn the tv on.

still smiling gently, you quickly slid the pair of sweats up before reaching for the blue hoodie matt left out for you, tugging it up and over the black turtleneck you already had on. you patted down the stray hairs on your head, fingers stiff from the cold, and padded over to the bed which beheld your boyfriend looking extra snug amidst the pile of blankets and pillows.

a cheeky smile took over his face, and his hand reached out from under the covers to pat the open space next to him. one, two, three steps forward had the front of your thighs grazing the edge of the mattress. you paused for a moment, gazing into his pretty blue eyes wondering what the fuck you could have possibly done to deserve any of this.

of course, matt ruined the moment by abruptly sneezing and you reeled back, nose and brows and scrunching in disgust.

“oh god, i think i’m getting a cold,” he moaned, sneezing again, “i can feel it coming.”

you shoved his chest back with a delicate hand as you climbed into the makeshift nest, preventing him from sneezing in your face again, but keeping him close enough that his warmth seeped into your skin and warmed your body down to your bones. you pressed your back against his chest, bringing his arms over and around your torso, settling them under the swell of your breasts. his hands splayed over your abdomen, spreading the warmth and your face relaxed, releasing a sigh of comfort. matt settled the blankets on top of you, making sure the was adequate coverage throughout your bodies, then set his chin over your head, breathing in your lavender shampoo and enjoying the pressure of your backside on his groin.

the alarm clock on his nightstand read 9:34 pm, so he nestled into your body and warmth even further and relaxed to the sound of your soft breaths and schmidt’s on screen jokes.

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the hours passed in a timeless haze — there was no telling if it was 11:00 pm, or 3:00 am. the windows were still tinted with a sheen of ice, the tv still ran, and you were still pressed against him, sleeping now, with your mouth parted open, breathing softly into his arm. matt didn’t really recall falling asleep, but the show was on a different season and the clock read 1:34 am. blinking away the sleep, he reached to rearrange the blankets on your entwined bodies, settling his hand under your shirt on the bare dip of your waist. his fingers squeezed lightly, thumb rubbing in a back and forth motion. his eyelashes fluttered as your loose hair feathered his nose, watching as you shifted slightly in his arm and exhaled deeply.

no, it indeed was not his fault you looked so cozy.

his tiredness did not aid his growing erection. the opposite, actually. being drunk on sleep hazed his mind, and you felt so damn good. blood rushed to his cock as the cold air nipped at his exposed skin. he tugged you closer to him, manhandling your resting body to arrange you closer to him. eyes twitching in your sleep, matt leaned over to lightly kiss the corner of your lash line. his grip on your waist tightened as he continued to press feather light kisses along the side of your face.

one on the freckle atop your cheekbone, one where your ear meets your jaw, one on the dimple near the corner of your mouth. his hips twitched as your ass lightly grinded on his half-hard cock. holding back a groan, he moved the trail of his kisses down the length of your spine. one kiss per vertebrae until he was met with your hoodie. a light sound escaped your mouth, enjoying the warm press of his lips against your chilled body even in your slumber. despite the blankets, the layers, the fuzzy socks, matt was still so cold. it was like an itch he couldn’t scratch — an ache he couldn’t relieve.

his brows scrunched as a thought crossed his mind. it was like a little lightbulb that lit up because of course he had a solution. why didn’t he think of it sooner?

you had mentioned it just last week while the two of you were waiting for the car to heat up. you had gone to a hockey game and though the sun was gleaming and warming your bodies when you walked in, the temperature had dropped and the deep chill that swept through had your teeth chattering as you exited the arena. while cranking up the heat, matt remembered he said something about being so cold he thought his dick was gonna freeze off.

you looked at him with a wicked grin despite your body shivering and told him, “i can help with that.”

his eyes went wide, his pupils dilated, and you couldn’t tell if his cheeks were red from the cold or because he was trying to come up with what exactly you could have possibly meant by that (he knew very well what you meant).

it took him a few seconds to recover from the shock, and it only happened because he saw you biting your lip in an attempt to contain your laughter. matt turned back to look at the emptying parking lot in front of him and scoffed in fake annoyance. your head tilted up in laughter, plaid scarf shifting as the movement bared your neck to him.

he looked over and he couldn’t help but smile at your antics. of course he knew what you meant, but you hadn’t really moved past the clumsy and somewhat awkward stage of your sex life. it felt good, sure — really good, but maybe it was the fact that the two of you haven’t been able to simply feel. he was too caught up making sure you were okay, and you were too busy making sure it felt good for him that it always ended in a strange eye contact moment followed by a weird mixture of giggles and moans that made the whole experience a little off-putting. still, that didn’t deter you as you continued telling him, “i’m serious, matt.”

he didn’t say anything as he checked his mirrors and put the car in reverse, sneaking a curious look at your layer-clad body, eyes crinkled as you smiled up at him. “i mean,” you started. “i dunno, how hard can it really be?”

he snorted at that, adjusting in his seat because the thought of you talking about this so casually was making him kinda hard. you turned back to face the road now, gloved hands clasped in your lap. you liked like you were in a meeting, proposing a new business strategy that would knock all other strategies out of the park. somehow, he knew you could convince him to jump off a bridge if you wanted to him to.

“all you have to do is, like, stick it in.” you wondered, mindlessly. “right?”

he choked.

“i mean, it’s so easy we can do it in our sleep.” you chirped, sounding way more enthusiastic about the idea than he did. the light ahead of him turned yellow, and he pressed the brake, slowing to a stop. matt turned to look at you then, eyebrows raised and ready to say something along the lines of ‘sign me up, i’m all in’, but you interrupted him before he could tell you how embarrassingly hot he found the idea.

“maybe we’re overthinking this.” you admitted, for once looking sheepish as you stared ahead and avoided his eyes.

“overthinking what, kid?” matt asked, honestly.

“the whole — y’know, sex thing.”

the light turned green and the car was silent except for the hum of the engine.

“all i’m saying is,” you told him after a few more seconds of thick silence. “maybe we should trust each other a little more.”

“i trust you.” he said quickly, without hesitance.

“no — i know you do, baby, and i trust you too. but that’s not what i’m saying.” you shifted in your seat to look at him better.

“what are you saying then?”

you pressed your lips together and tilted your head at him. “i’m saying —.“ you paused then, biting your lip.

matt turned to look at you, and something in his face must’ve urged you to tell him what was on your mind because, “i’m saying we should trust each other with, our bodies?”

his brows scrunched and you must’ve seen the confusion on his face because you continued. “like, go with the flow type thing instead of trying to think about what we do.”

he was starting to get it now — maybe. “so like, doing what we want to make us feel good?”

your face lit up. “yes!”

“okay, does that,” another shift of his hips. “what does that actually mean?”

your lips tilted downwards, and you looked at him again, this time a little crestfallen. “i dunno.” you admitted, looking away from him and towards the snow covered road ahead. “maybe just, trusting each other to do what they think will feel good. just doing instead of thinking, y’know?”

he risked another look at you. your beanie had slipped sideways, but you paid it no mind.

eyes back on the road, it took everything in him not to turn around and look at the surprise on your face when he said with a voice as straight as he could muster, “like cockwarming.”

your head snapped and your eyes burned holes into the side of his face. he could tell your mouth was slightly parted, and for a second he thought maybe it wasn’t the right thing to say. this is what he got for trying to dirty talk. until you straighted your gaze forward again and confirmed, “yes, like cockwarming.”

it didn’t come up for the rest of the ride home, or for the next week.

you didn’t have the chance to try it out that night, or the next, or the next. but the thought crossed matt’s mind every time he felt an especially deep chill rack his body. especially now, with his cock nestled perfectly between your ass, growing harder by the second.

his hand on your waist dared to dip lower, pinky reaching the band of his sweatpants. you continued to sleep and melt into the lips pressed on your neck, blissfully unaware of matt’s dilemma behind you.

trust, right?

whether it was the quiet laughter that came from the tv, or the feeling of matt’s fingers now tugging on the waistband of your underwear, or his lips that pressed little kisses on your jawline, you woke up.

it wasn’t sudden. it was more of a glide into reality from the dream you were having of ice blue eyes and snowy streets. you felt the cool air of the room nip at your nose. you felt the warmth of your boyfriend pressed up against your back. and you felt his wandering hands at your hips, fingertips under your sweatpants and dancing around your hipbone. you felt his thick erection digging at your backside, moving in small up and down motions.

a deep sigh left your mouth as you cracked open one eye, attempting to differentiate between physical feelings and made up feelings. matt’s other arm under you shifted and moved lower, his hand reaching the other hip and toying with the waistband there.

slowly, you felt his hands push down. the sweatpants slipped lower and lower until they fell to your knees. it wasn’t cold, per say, the dozen blankets probably helped in keeping your body heat trapped, but it was a shiver that racked your body as his lips made his way to the shell of your ear. you could feel his hair on your cheek and hear his deep sighs as he kissed behind and below your ear.

the other eye opened and you shifted in his arms this time, legs maneuvering the sweatpants down and off your legs. you kicked them off the side of the bed with little struggle, but you could hear matt’s chuckle as you resumed your position against his chest again.

he knew you were fully awake when you shook your hips against his cock in order to get comfortable again. your cheeks burned despite the cold, and you moaned when matt reached his hand to the warmth at the apex of your thighs and pressed. fingertips over the fabric, he rubbed just firmly enough for you to turn into his arm and move your hips to the rhythm of his hand.

your hands clutched his arm, fingernails digging deep into the hoodie. a small whine crawled up your throat as matt continued the trail of his lips along your neck.

“so cold, baby,” he mumbled into your ear. “just wanna stay inside you.”

your breath hitched and your movements stopped. he could feel your heartbeat thrumming and maybe you weren’t ready —

“then do it.”

it was his turn for his breath to hitch because you didn’t even give him a warning as your hands reached behind you and tugged his boxers and sweatpants down in one go. the rough feeling of the sheets against his cock had matt keening over, mouth open against your neck. he helped you in pulling his clothes all the way down, then took his middle finger and swiped a line from your clit and into your wet entrance. you bucked against him, moaning as he pumped his finger one, two times along your inner walls.

you reached back once more, feeling blindly for his cock.

“fuck.” matt groaned out when you grasped him tightly, thumb rubbing up against his tip, covered in sticky precum. you gently tugged, savoring the way matt was at your utter mercy, guiding him towards your entrance. he got the message, and fully turned to be pressed snug against your ass. his hand covered your lower abdomen, holding you in place as he slid his cock in, and in, and in.

mouth open and face twisted, you were frozen in pleasure. a soft moan left your mouth when he settled fully to the hilt. you could feel the press of his balls, and you dared to press further back, groaning when you felt him slide deeper.

breathing heavy in you your ear, his hand pressed around your lower tummy, feeling himself there.

there was nothing better than this. the blankets were messy around his hips, but matt didn’t even care because he had never been warmer. it took everything in him not to buck his hips over and over and pound into you from this angle, knowing he would be able to feel himself. the urge to bask in this warmth overcame his urge to fuck your brains out, so he pulled the sheets back up and settled once more against your body.

“feels so nice, matty.” you mumbled sleepily against his arm.

“yeah, baby?” he whispered. you had clenched slightly around him, and the movement made his cock twitch. he moved his hand up your undershirt and held your breast, massaging the bud of your nipple and releasing it to cup it instead. you whimpered and it was enough for him to drop his hand and move it back to your bare waist because the noise made him want to pump his come deep in you.

that was the horny side of him talking. the logical side of him wanted to breathe you in and focus on the way you felt wrapped around him, warming him up in a way a million blankets or heaters never could.

despite the unnerving urge you had to come so hard you saw stars, you took a few deep breaths and made yourself relax to the feeling of matt’s cock pressed against your cervix. you were so sensitive that the smallest movement had your eyes clenched and tummy tightening.

it felt good — a little too good as it took everything in you not to keep impaling yourself on his cock till you came. but his arms around you tightened and you realized you’ve never felt cozier.

your breath still puffed out in chill breaths, the tv still played reruns, the snow still fell outside, the clock only read 1:43. everything was happening the way it was meant to. so matt kissed the corner of your lips once more and settled into your warmth.

“sleep, pretty girl,” he murmured. “i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #intimacy #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #smut #new girl #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo #stromboni #sturniolo

[pettydollie]

a chaotic morning in the sturniolo household (not edited)

three of your kids sit at the table shoving breakfast into their hungry mouths. you walk over with more food, placing it down in front of them. "momma, i'm gonna be lateee!" your youngest boy whines, shoving another pancake down his throat. you head to a nearby mirror, fixing your makeup while you sigh. "josh baby, can't larissa's mommy take you to practice?"

joshua pouts at his twin brother for snatching the syrup out of his hands, not hearing your words. priscilla, sitting next to him, taps his arm gently to bring back his focus. "uhh no, she has a doctor's appointment!" he exclaims loudly, you shushing him softly after. "inside voices-- junior you're going to be late!" you yell down the hall to your eldest child. richie drops his fork onto his plate, wiping his sticky mouth with a sleeved arm. "oh mommy, chris got in trouble yesterday." he snitches, a conniving grin on his face. you pause on your lipgloss, turning your head to look back at your son.

"what kind of trouble?" you frown, raising an eyebrow. "a referral in mrs. bloom's class." junior walks out of his room with his backpack lazily slung over one shoulder. he fixes his messy brown hair out of his face before heading to the table to eat. "why?" your voice goes up a pitch. at that moment, your husband finally comes out of your shared bedroom, dressed and needing some coffee. "hi, honey." he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. you smile lovingly before kissing (not really because you didn't want to mess up your fresh coat of gloss) his cheek and putting your makeup back into your purse.

"g'morning daddy! junior got a referral." richie smirks, his older brother shoving his arm as he does. priscilla takes her copy of 'the bell jar' off the table, getting off her chair and handing you field trip slip to sign. chris walks over to the coffee pot with raised eyebrows. "what happened bud?" he asks, wanting to hear his son out instead of making assumptions. his mini-me sighs, bouncing his leg under the table. "well it was in mrs. bloom's--" his dad cuts him off with a, "lady with the big bazoongas? ion really like her.."

"christopher." you snap your head away from your daughter to warn him. you give the slip back to priscilla, handing her pretty pink pen back as well. "guys we're already ten minutes late, lets go!" you call out, picking up your keys again. richard groans, "mommy can i go in your car??" he folds his arms with a sad frown, unconsciously grabbing onto his twin's shirt sleeve like a baby. your husband sits down next to him, putting his mug onto the table. "sorry dude, ya gotta come with me today, josh has soccer practice." he ruffles his boy's hair before patting his shoulder. priscilla pops up behind her dad after putting her stuff into her clean bag.

"hi daddy." she kisses his cheek sweetly. he smiles happily, always appreciative of his daughter's lovingness to her dad as a pre-teen. weird, isnt it? "mornin' sweetpea-" he starts. "junior, you can take it in the car, let's go!!" you clap your hands in a rush. the boy scoffs, shoving a pancake into his mouth to hold on to while he picks up his backpack from the floor. joshua gets up with him, hugging his brother before wrapping his arms around his dad's neck. "cya kiddos, make good choices!" chris dismisses, slapping both of their backs as they exit the house. you run into the dining room, holding richie's head as you give his hair a peck before smooching your husband. he dirtily tugs on your bottom lip with a small, quiet sigh when you pull back with a warning look.

"byebye scilla, remember to ask gianna about this weekend." you kiss your only daughter's cheek before opening the front door. "love you guys!" you yell out, hesitantly waiting for the response before stepping out. "love you momma!" richard and priscilla shout, followed by an "i love you sexy!" from your stupid husband. you giggle before shutting the door. "SHOTGUN!" junior shouts at the top of his lungs, the three hearing him from inside. "shut up!!" you whisper-yell.

weird ass shitty ass ending i know but remember this is not edited dont yell at me ty xx @leah-loves-lilies @imtalkinnonsense @star-sturn @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee@freshsturns@emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @chrissturnsss @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @sturnioloremarker @ashley9282828 @jnkvivi @sturncakez @lanasturn @riasturns @st7rnioioss @strnlxlqve @starlace111

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[cobaltperun]

Genius (10) - Simple

Cairo Sweet x female (G!P) Reader

Summary: It was such a cliché, a reunion she didn’t expect to ever happen, let alone six years after she last saw you. It was supposed to mean nothing, a bit of nostalgia, maybe a brief catching up while waiting for class, it was supposed to be a small wave of nostalgia, not a tsunami that disrupted her entire life. You were her opposite, and as hard as she tried she couldn’t resist your pull.

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Word count: 2.6k

-But though I smoke too much, drink just a little, you do too when we're caught in the middle-

You heard something slamming against the table from Miller’s classroom and rushed in without thinking about it. Nothing crossed your mind, not the reason for the noise, not who did it, nothing, you just knew someone in there was getting angry and you needed to get to Cairo’s side. Cairo turned to look at you and that was all you needed to see to understand things weren’t going well.

“And you brought them here,” Miller’s words caused Cairo to turn and look at him, but you focused on the slight tremble of her hand as she held her essay. “Unbelievable,” the tone of his voice made you look at him as he turned around and pointed his finger at Cairo. He looked furious, furious enough that you took a step closer to your girlfriend “I won’t even let you rewrite it, I’m failing you.”

You felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was failing her? Knowing full-well her ambitions, her talent, how him failing her would affect her score. And you felt rage boiling within you, all the times he touched her, all the times he asked her to come and see him after classes, his lusting over her when he came to her house. You clenched your fist, itching to strike him, but you knew that wouldn’t help anyone. It would be a brief satisfaction with long-lasting consequences.

“You’re failing me? Over this? You’re supposed to teach us about censorship and why it is an issue and now you’re censoring me?” Cairo demanded, her hand clasping the essay in a death grip.

“This isn’t censorship, this is just a dose of reality you needed to get a long time ago,” he sneered, still glaring at Cairo.

What was going through Cairo’s head at the moment? You weren’t sure, but her eyes were wide, he didn’t outright say it, but he rejected her writing, not just what was written, but also how it was written.

“Give me the essay,” he demanded, approaching as Cairo stood there, stunned into silence by his words.

“Back off,” you stepped between them.

“Step aside L/N,” he glared, potentially for the first time in his life standing up for himself. Against a barely eighteen-year-old girl’s essay.

“Make me,” you dared him, your eyes meeting his in a furious glare.

And he did, he tried to push you aside and it all happened in a blur, he grabbed your shoulder to push you, you swung just as the doors opened and the next thing you knew he was on the floor, lip busted while Cairo, Winnie and the coach yelled. You could only glare as the vice principal was called into the classroom.

“Are you okay?” Cairo asked you as you, her and Winnie stood outside the classroom, waiting for the vice principal.

You nodded, taking a hold of her hand as she cupped your cheek. “Listen, don’t interfere,” you told her, now that your head was cooled down and you could think clearly you figured her silence was the best for her.

“What? But that’s ridiculous, he pushed you,” Cairo argued, and you saw panic in her eyes.

“You speak up and you’ll need to tell them everything, your essay, his promise to fail you, everything that happened. Best case scenario I walk away with a warning that violence isn’t the solution, and he gets suspended. Worst case scenario, you accomplish nothing and get labeled as someone willing to go after a teacher. This is a small place, he is a respected figure, and you’d be accusing him of heinous acts, even if the school believes you, the village will never forgive you,” it didn’t matter that she would be right, he’d still be seen as a victim by more than a couple of people. A relatively successful man, seduced by a quiet girl seeking his attention, only for the girl to ruin his life. It didn’t matter that Cairo hated this place, she still had to finish school here.

“I’m fine with that, I’m not letting you take the fall for me,” Cairo argued, hugging you tightly.

“It’ll be fine, it’ll be his word against my own. Fillmore didn’t see everything,” you assured her as the vice principal came and called you and the two teachers to her office.

~X~

“Coach Fillmore, you called me, what did you see?” the vice principal questioned as the three of you sat in her office.

“Miss L/N punched Mr. Miller, he just narrowly missed the edge of the table, I don’t know the details, I just saw the end results,” he clearly took Miller’s side, as the man did fall, but it wasn’t nearly as close to the table as Fillmore presented it.

“Is this true? Miss L/N, Jon?” she asked.

Miller nodded. “It’s true.”

“I punched him, that much is true,” you admitted, looking away from the woman.

“Why?” came the dreaded question.

‘Don’t involve Cairo’ kept repeating in your head. “I thought he was going to push me,” you tried to go for half-truths.

“I wasn’t going to do anything of that sorts, and this isn’t the first time miss L/N has tried to harm me,” he revealed, making you scoff.

“What do you mean?” the vice principal questioned.

“She once pushed the table I was leaning on, forcing me to trip and fall,” damn bastard, he clearly understood you weren’t going to involve Cairo and so he tried to make you seem as hostile toward him as possible.

“Mr. Miller, Jon, has told me about this. He didn’t want to get a student into trouble over a harmless prank, as he described it after it happened,” Fillmore added and you just slumped down, there was nothing you could do.

“Miss L/N, these are serious accusations, do you have nothing to say in your defense?” the vice principal looked at you, but you just shook your head.

“Just suspend, or kick me out, or whatever,” you sighed.

“I’m afraid this could be considered an assault, we might have to get the police involved,” your eyes widened at that, well, you probably should have expected that, but more than that, this might make it more difficult to keep Cairo out of this whole mess.

The doors suddenly swung open, and Cairo walked in without knocking. “Y/N was protecting me,” she stated as your jaw dropped, and if you weren’t as surprised you would have tried to stop her, but as it was, she just walked past you and placed her essay on the vice principal’s table.

“What do you mean, miss Sweet?” the vice principal asked as she took the essay, missing how much Miller paled.

“Mr. Miller has been harassing me, Y/N just wanted to protect me,” she sat down next to you and took your hand.

The vice principal’s eyes widened and despite Miller’s stammering and Fillmore’s sudden discomfort you could see the vice principal’s attention was entirely on Cairo. “Could you tell me more?”

Cairo nodded, took a deep breath and began. “Mr. Miller has been an author I looked up to lately, I read his book, you see. I admired him, and openly expressed that, and I will be entirely honest, at the start I did want something more with him. We would see each other before or after school, and he invited me to a poetry reading shortly after the semester started. After that he began touching me, nothing other than taking my hand, or placing his own over mine, or simply leaning over me closer than necessary. A week ago, he came to my house while I was alone, to bring me back my phone, I didn’t feel safe, but Y/N came,” she told the vice principal what happened.

“I wasn’t going to touch her, or force myself on her!” Miller quickly interjected and you watched as the vice principal’s eyes narrowed, as if the way he defended himself made things much clearer to the woman.

“Please don’t interrupt her, Jon,” the vice principal told him and turned back to Cairo. “And today? What happened today?” she asked.

Cairo looked her in the eyes. “Mr. Miller gave me special treatment; he allowed me to do an essay in the style of my favorite author earlier. I chose Henry Miller and went to him for his opinion.” The vice principal turned to Miller, disapproval evident on her face, but she didn’t interrupt Cairo. “He agreed to let me write in Miller’s style. When I wrote the essay, he told me to come see him today after classes. He was angry, threw the essay,” she motioned toward the essay on the table. “And glared at me, accusing me that I wrote porn and depicted him as a predator. He slammed his palm on my table and Y/N came in when she heard that. Mr. Miller said he would fail me, and then demanded the essay back. Y/N got between me and him, he pushed her away and she punched him,” there it was, the whole story.

The vice principal nodded and looked at you. “Why didn’t you say anything, miss L/N?” she asked, much softer now.

“I didn’t want to get Cairo into trouble. That time I pushed the table and made him fall? He was reaching over to grab Cairo’s hand,” you explained with a heavy sigh.

The vice principal nodded and began reading the essay, and you saw her eyes widening, likely at the same spot that made you furious, the spot where Cairo described how she felt while she was all alone with Miller. “All of this happened?” she asked.

Cairo nodded. “I just changed the names,” she explained, blushing slightly.

“Jon,” the vice principal turned to the man. “Miller is banned if I remember correctly. The fact that you approved of this on its own is alarming, not to mention giving a student special treatment,” she sighed and turned back to you and Cairo.

“Miss L/N, you’ll walk off with a warning this time, because you did act not only in self-defense but to protect your girlfriend. Miss Sweet, make sure you’re in the village, in case we ever need to ask more questions.

“Just so we’re clear, the first time I met Mr. Miller, he and Coach Fillmore were going through Cairo’s stuff. She left them there to go and grab a bite before his class,” you said, making it clear that his unprofessional behavior began before Cairo did anything.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” the vice principal nodded.

Cairo nodded and slowly got up along with you. There was nothing else to do here, she testified, you said what you had to say, now it was up to the vice principal and the school board to decide whether this would have consequences or not.

~X~

You and Cairo barely spoke for the rest of the day, she wasn’t angry, in fact she was surprisingly clingier than usual, pulling you along to her bedroom and lying her head on top of your chest as the two of you cuddled.

You weren’t sure what to tell her, not without her showing that she wanted to talk, so you just chose to comfort her, to hold her close and rub her back even as she eventually fell asleep like that. She needed some time to process what happened and you weren’t about to push her into talking about it if she wasn’t ready.

You did stay awake though, your mind replaying all the times you should have punched him before today. The bastard sure as hell deserved it, and you wished you punched him harder, consequences be damned.

“It’s not worth it. Getting into trouble just for him,” Cairo suddenly mumbled, but she was squeezing you hard and hiding her face from you. “But thank you, for having my back. You always do,” she whispered.

“Of course,” you held her a bit tighter as well, feeling her relaxing against you.

“I caused this,” she whispered, as if resigned to unwarranted guilt she was feeling and you despised that.

“Cairo, he is a grown man, a teacher,” even if Cairo did try to seduce him, it was his responsibility to set the boundaries, to make it clear she had no chance of success, yet he did none of that, he accepted it and worse than that, he actually wanted her. Would he have tried anything last Friday? Neither you nor Cairo could be completely sure, but his reaction to your arrival made it clear he understood what he was doing was wrong.

“I’m an adult, I am also responsible,” she argued, her hands clutching at the fabric of your shirt.

“You have to admit though, eighteen and ancient isn’t the same,” you said, finally getting a small chuckle out of her. “Nothing you did will ever be as bad as him actually wanting you,” you told her, and Cairo knew that, deep down she knew that was the truth. He may have not done anything to her, but he wanted to fuck her.

“Do you see me any differently?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

“Cairo,” you touched her cheek, making her move up to look at you and you saw the worry in her eyes. “I love you,” and that was all you really needed to say, as Cairo leaned down and kissed you on the lips. The kiss was soft, slow, yet filled with the love you felt for one another. “I love you, Cai,” you brought back the childhood nickname, just this once, just to make her laugh once more.

“I love you too, Y/N,” she kissed you again, just as softly as before.

~X~

It took a lot less time than she thought it would, but Miller was suspended, and though the school tried to cover it up the rumors spread like wildfire and now Cairo lost her anonymity. Before she could walk through the school and no one would pay attention to her, now she felt eyes on her at every possible moment.

Judging her, blaming her. You were right, even if the school believed her the village wouldn’t forgive her. All the while you and Winnie stood as her only support, never leaving her side and grounding her, reminding her that she wasn’t alone.

You and she held hands anytime you could, which, given that you only shared Miller’s class wasn’t that often, but it still helped her.

By now she didn’t listen to the students talking behind her back, or the ones that dared to say something to her face, but she knew each and every time it happened, because she would need to hold your hand tighter each time it happened. Just to make sure you don’t get into a fight for her. She wished it was simpler, she wished she could go back and never check that book out of the library, but no one could turn back time. All she could do was keep her head low, make it out of the high school, and hope things would be better once she could leave this place.

“We’ll get through this,” you reminded her softly, kissing her on the lips just before she had to go to another class. A random girl whispering an insult made Cairo hold you closer.

“Take me away from here, please,” she whispered as you separated and you nodded, taking her hand and heading toward your motorcycle.

A/N: Damn, I didn't notice how long it's been since chapter 9! Sorry about that!

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[d34dlysinner]

I don’t know if this counts as a request, but what are some thoughts of the kings taking care of the pregnant MC? Or how would telling them the test came back positive

Sorry for the late answer!!!

Satan looked at you with a huge smile on his face when he heard the news. "It's about time", he said laughing as he gave you a tight hug. Satan would like some kids and he would love to give them the weirdest names he could think. At a certain point you had to stop him with the name picking because some of the names he thought of either seemed like titles or were too hard to pronounce. He would look forward to being able to do stuff with his child, but before that he gets very overprotective of you. He won't put you on a diet (unless you eat a lot of stuff that could harm the baby), but he will yell and kick anyone that gets to close to you. Paimon being excited hearing the news probably would want to hug you and congratulate you. Before he could even touch you Satan is in between the both of you saying. "Keep your excitement in check before you harm MC." He knows his nobles and he understands that they would never want to harm you, but he doesn't want to risk anything when you're in this state.

Mammon would shower you in gifts and affection. He's always there when you need something and at times he's there even when you don't need stuff. He would be excited as he gets baby toys and other stuff he think the baby would like. At a certain point he'd just return with a solid golden pacifier saying: "I used to like this when I was young. My child definitely would too." He sometimes base the things he buys from his own childhood, wanting his child to have the same things he had as a child.

When it comes to you and your entire pregnancy he would get you the best quality of everything you wanted. Food? He'd get it from a 5 star place or he'd let a amazing cook make it. You're tired? Mammon would just carry you the entire time. You want something to read or to do? Mammon would bring you all the stuff you need. He loves to spoil you and he would do rhe same for his child.

Beelzebub would look at you in disbelief. Almost as if he claimed to have used protection which at most times he doesn't. "What..?", he asked as you repeated: "I'm pregnant." Beel was thinking for a while, almost making you anxious as he walked over to you. All the fears washed away when he placed a kiss on your forehead. "I can't believe I'm going to be a dad.", he says chuckling. He would cook for both you and the child, making sure to not put anything too suspicious in his food. He doesn't want you to feel worse during your pregnancy. He will at times disappear but he'd always make sure you're left somewhere safe (with Bael) and he would make sure that the others would help you with food (not Bael). When he returns he brings little gifts for both you and the baby. You understand why he can't always be there so you're not angry, but having him leave at times does make you a little emotional when you want him at your side during these months.

(Extra: ... Beel would comment on your pregnant belly saying "its cute." He would notice every little change and fall in love with you again every time.)

Leviathan didn't really show a lot of expression. You'd almost think he's angry until he says "I see. That's good. Now you have to stay in Hades." He may seem a little cold but he's genuinely happy, just not always the best at showing how he feels. But you'd notice that during the evening he'd place a kiss on your forehead or on your hand. While sleeping he'd hold his hand over your stomach as if he's protecting the child.

During day you'd probably not see him too much since he takes his work very seriously, but he does send over flowers with a letter and other stuff. Foras would deliver them since he'd probably instantly hang anyone else who tried to hand over his gifts to you. When you do see him he starts asking questions like: "Did you eat?", "How do you feel?"

During the lasts months of the pregnancy he'd seem more invested with the child and you'd see a nursery being decorated for the child. He'd also throw names he'd like to give to his child during those months.

Lucifer stayed silent as he walks toward you. He wouldn't do much more than give you a kiss and a hug to reassure you that he wasn't disappointed with the news. He would have a small smile and that same smile would be plastered on his face anytime a conversation leads towards his unborn baby. He does love family and he wants one that would stay with him. Not that he doesn't appreciate his current family, but he's always happy to expand it.

He would force you to do check ups every week. Just to be sure that you're 100% okay. He'd also make sure you eat stuff that's been approved by him. Apart from that he doesn't do a lot more than taking care of you.

If there's danger he'd make sure you're safe. If you're tired he'd urge you to sleep a little longer. If you want to take a walk he'd make sure it's with someone near you.

He doesn't do a lot when it comes to decorating a nursery or searching names. "I'm okay with what you want to pick." Is what he would say.

(Extra: he would cry of happiness when holding his child for the first time. It may not be very noticeable but you'd notice.")

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad? #whb asks #whb satan #whb leviathan #whb beel #whb mammon #whb lucifer

[mj0702]

For @helen-with-an-a

Lucy was laying on the couch Ona pressed against side and partly on top of her your sister absently drawing patterns on her girlfriends back as she heard the door got opened – rather aggressively. Seconds later you made your way into the living room and alone on the way you stormed inside Lucy saw how angry you were. You stood in front of them and looked down on them with an absolute furious look on your face

“Yes?” your sister looked up at you bewildered

“You...” you growled out before your focus switched to Ona “... and YOU”

“Bubs... calm down and tell me.. us.. tell us what upset you” Lucy said trying to calm you down

“BOTH of you are fucking hypocrites!!!” you said and both Lucy and Ona sank a little deeper into the couch by your outburst

“Excuse me” your sister asked perplex

“I just got asked by a “fan” if your little tete-a-tete started... if it really started at Lstans wedding or even before when you were both in Manchester?” you exploded before pointing at Lucy “YOU get angry and upset because I didn't say anything about Georgia and here YOU are fucking that little spanish girl all the way back then... I can't believe you did this to me... you Lucy... YOU of all people... did you even wait till Kei moved out??”

“Woah calm down...” Lucy said sitting up after she gently nudged Ona of her “You do NOT speak like this to me OR Ona...”

“You apparently don't talk to me either” you spat back and Lucy saw how your fingernails were digged into your palms

“Calm down” your sister repeated soothingly

“The fuck I will” you said furiously turning around leaving and as you were about to leave the room you couldn't hold back and punched the wall

“Y/N Tough Bronze! Come back here - NOW” Lucy exclaimed shocked and angry at the same time

“NO” you yelled back already halfway down the hallway

“I'll...” your sister looked at her girlfriend pointing in the general direction where you just disappeared to “I don't know what's going on – but please don't take her seriously”

“I would lie if I'd say it doesn't hurt what she said” Ona said carefully

“I know... and I'm sorry – but... I'll figure it out okay?” Lucy said pleadingly

“Go.... whatever is going on – she needs you” the blonde spaniard said offering a weak smile and Lucy left towards your room

“Can I come in?” your sister asked through the closed door

“You can go and...” you started to spat already throwing stuff into your bag

“... if you finish that sentence there will be consequences” Lucy interrupted you angrily before she took a deep breath calming herself down

“No need....” you said coldly after you ripped your door open with your bag in your hand storming past her – or at least you tried

“No you don't...” your sister reacted quickly grabbing your arm “We're going to talk about it – you won't run away”

“Let go” you growled towards her “... or I see myself kicking your right knee – hard... very hard”

“Go on then... do it.. kick my knee if it makes you feel better – but I won't let you leave” Lucy said calmly her grip loosening a little around your arm

“Lucy.... let go” you growled

“No...” your sister said lowly “... I NEVER cheated on Keira... NEVER...”

“You fucked...” you spat but your anger started to leave your body with Lucys calm demeanor

“... I never... not until I transferred to Barcelona – you know Keira and I were way over at this point...” Lucy said honestly

“... but you never talked to me.. you never told me” you said your anger switching to sadness

“... I didn't know how... you love Kei... you adore her....” your sister said letting go of your arm seeing you wouldn't try to run again “... I didn't want to bring you into a position where you feel the need to pick sides – I wanted to wait until you would … I don't know.. better understand the situation or see how good friends Kei and Ona are so it would be.. easier?”

“You got so mad because of G and I and yet here you stand saying you wanted it to be easier” you said sadly

“I'm sorry about who I reacted about G... I really am Bubs” Lucy carefully laid her hand on your shoulder

“Okay...” you said not really comfortable with your sisters touch at the moment but still needing the physical touch

“Bubs please...” your sister pleaded with you for a little more reaction feeling how tense you were

“I... just can't at the moment...” you said “... can I please leave? I'll be at Keiras”

“Sure...” Lucy said biting her lip hard so you wouldn't hear how hard it hurt her you asking her that question “... of course you can leave... Just... just let me know when you're at Keis okay?”

“Yeah okay” you breathed out before you walked down the hallway

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

i just saw your post about Ran, Rindou, Baji and Chifuyu and their partner who took a knife for them and i loved it. could you to this with Kazutora, Smiley, Angry and Hakkai as well?

Sure, here's how Kazutora, Smiley, Angry and Hakkai would react to their partner taking a knife for them!

Kazutora

It's like time slows down for him, he's just staring at you in shock, watching you fall.

Struggles to breathe properly as he frantically hovers over you, pressing down on where he thinks most of the blood is coming from

He badly wants to beat the guy that dared to do this but concentrates on you instead and trying to stop the blood.

Mumbles "please" a lot and yells at the paramedics to hurry up when they finally arrive.

He can't sit still in the waiting room and walks around while waiting for news. He just feels so guilty, he should've been the one to get stabbed not you.

Cries when he sees you're ok, he tries to hold it in but ends up crying anyway as he hugs you and tells you to never scare him again.

Hunts the guy down later

Smiley

He doesn't even think about punching the guy so hard he goes flying back, it's just his response to seeing you get hurt.

Kneels over you, trying to talk to you and crack jokes with you, he's trying to stay calm and although you're not replying he hopes you can still somehow hear him.

"If you die then I'll kill you so stay with me"

He sounds like he's on the verge of tears but doesn't cry.

Holds your hand, softly stroking it for as long as he can before you're taken away.

Sits with Angry in the waiting room, telling his brother how strong you are and how you obviously won't die. He's trying to convince himself as well as Angry of this.

Teases you a little once he sees you're ok, he's just glad to have you back.

Angry

Stares in shock, he really wasn't expecting this and hesitates, his emotions getting the better of him.

Smiley slapping his shoulder brings him back, stops him from crying and instead he rushes over to you as his brother takes care of the guy.

Tries to recall all former injuries he's dealt with, thinking of any info that could help him out here.

Calls the ambulance as he's applying pressure, begging them to get here quickly, they need to get here quickly.

Rides with you in the ambulance, telling you what's going on and how it's going to be okay. He doesn't want you to be scared if you can hear what's going on.

Asks Smiley if it's going to be ok while they sit in the waiting room for you. Smiley nods but Angry notices the way he hesitates before doing so.

Hugs you very tightly when he sees you're okay, asks you a lot about your condition too and how you're feeling

Hakkai

Rubs his eyes, thinking he might be seeing things for a moment before shouting your name as he watches you fall.

He's horrified, punches the guy twice making sure he won't be getting up anytime soon before checking on you.

"Hey, hey come on!" Shakes you lightly as if you were sleeping, trying to get a response from you.

He winces at all the blood and takes his jacket off to try and use it to stop the blood from pouring out of you.

His voice is very shakey as he calls the ambulance, he's so scared and it feels like they take forever to get to you.

Asks a lot of questions to the paramedics, wanting some reassurances from them. He's also very good at giving them your info, even remembering your blood type from the one time you mentioned it to him.

Calls Yuzuha for moral support while in the waiting room.

Buys you so many flowers too, bringing them all to you when you wake up

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #kazutora hanemiya #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #hakkai shiba

[valley-of-headcanons]

I have a request because I’m curious. I’d love to see your headcannons on the bachelors finding out that their lovely farmer that they adore was previously in an abusive relationship and that why they really fled the city. Maybe a little added bonus on how they’d react bumping into said person 

bachelors with an abused partner || headcanons

your past isn't something to be ashamed of, and these lovely bachelors make you feel right at home <3

warnings: heavy topics today! abusive relationship mentions + interactions with the abuser. farmer is triggered by their partner's actions (yelling, joking shove, etc.), resulting in a panic attack. comfort fic :)

requested by: anon! hi, thank you so much for the request! i love comfort fics, so i hope that this provides you comfort as well! if anyone reading is going through this situation, please reach out to the people around you and get tf out, no one deserves such a thing :( anyway! hope you enjoy <3

alex

• When the time came around to tell Alex about your past relationships, you made sure to sit him down. You wanted him to truly understand how serious this was. So, you started to explain everything, detail for detail ... this led to a lot of emotions being brought back. Of course, you were emotional, but Alex seemed even more emotional.

• Alex was pissed. He was livid about how that person treated you. How dare someone even go that far? You're such a lovely person, he just cannot wrap his head around it ... but eventually, he realizes that he needs to put his emotions aside so that he can show you the love you need right now. He wraps stands and wraps his arms around you, kissing your cheek.

• “You're gonna be okay ... I'm gonna keep you safe, not matter what, 'kay? You're not gonna be in any of those situations, none of those words will ever be said in your direction as long as I'm around. Want to go lay down? You look like you're about to fall out ...” he says in the softest voice he can.

• Alex would try his best to respect your triggers as much as he can, but everyone makes mistakes sometimes. When in a simple disagreement, he ends up raising his voice. This sends shivers down your spine. When he notices you start to shake, tears pricking your eyes, he stops what he's doing immediately. It might take him a moment to realize, but he doesn't want to put you in harm's way what-so-ever.

• “Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry ... listen, I'm not them. I promise you, I'm not him. I didn't mean to raise my voice, and I promise it's not that serious ... I'm not gonna hurt you. I wouldn't do anything on purpose ... you're safe here, I promise. We're just tired and wiped out. We need rest, and we'll bring all this up again later, yeah? Okay ... I love you.”

• If you two were to run into your abuser, Alex would immediately come to your aid. He would block you from the abuser's view, trying his hardest to protect you. He would hold a conversation with you, attempting to keep your mind off of the triggering presence. Eventually, if you need to get out of there, he takes you by the hand and leads you away. He makes sure to keep an eye out for everything that could possibly hurt you, and he does a fantastic job at it.

elliott

• When the time came to tell Elliott about your past relationships, you tried to warn him that this is going to be a heavy topic. After seeing your demeanor change, he started to worry. He inquired more, to which you provided. You explained every detail that you could, which was definitely emotional. But Elliott ... his emotions were written all over his face. God, he was devastated.

• Elliott looked absolutely defeated. He couldn't fathom how anyone could hurt you in such a harsh way. All he wanted to do was protect you with every bit of himself, but he walked into your life a bit too late. So, he needed to do what he could now that he was here. He kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands in his. He pressed a soft kiss onto your knuckles.

• “Love ... I don't know what to say. I have been rendered speechless by an idiotic hoodlum who has forsaken you. You will never be hurt again in my care, and I will promise you that. Live your life with no worry, and I will be at your side. Let me accompany, protect, and adore every aspect of you. You will be okay, my dearest, and I love you.”

• Eliott would rather die than make you uncomfortable. He tried his hardest to avoid any triggers, respect your boundaries, and love you with as much caution as he needed to. However, he accidentally messed up once. He said a phrase that was triggering to you, but he didn't know. You hadn't mentioned it, you had actually blocked that out. But when he said it, memories came flooding back, causing you to have a panic attack. He immediately came to your side, attempting to calm you down as you stuttered out your explanation.

• “My dearest, I am so very sorry. I didn't realize that would upset you. I promise, whatever intention that was used back then is not mine. I apologize as deeply as I can, and I vow to make it up to you. What can I do? ... let's go take a walk, okay? That way we can get our minds off of things. The beach would be a nice place, the sound of the waves can drown out the horrible memories. Is that okay with you? ... then let's go, my love.”

• If you two were to run into your abuser, Elliott would immediately wrap a protective arm around you. He would carry on, keeping an eye on both you and the abuser. If they were to approach you two, he would say something out of character, insulting the deepest darkest parts of their soul. Words that would never leave Elliott's mouth would fly out on this rare occasion. He would then take you home and make you some tea, calming you down as much as he could. He would make you feel as safe as he could.

harvey

• When the time came to tell Harvey about your past relationships, he could read the anxiety on face. It was fairly evident. So, he rested his hand on your back as you began to speak. As you opened up about all of the details you could think of, he softly rubbed your back. It was comforting, but not enough to keep you from being emotional. Harvey tried to keep a calm demeanor the whole time, acting as a stable rock for you.

• He tried to keep you calm by rubbing your back. After realizing this wasn't working, he pulled you into his arms carefully. He was more worried about keeping you calm and happy now, and he wanted to help you cope with everything later on down the line. What happened, happened. He has accepted that. It's a horrendous thing, but with the amount of people he's seen in his office, it happens. So, he focused as much as he could on making you feel better.

• “I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing all of this with me, I'll certainly keep it in mind. What can I do moving forward that can help you? As your boyfriend, I will try my hardest to keep you safe and sound. I promise. I ... I am baffled that someone could do such a thing to you. You're safe now, sweetheart.”

• Harvey does his best to avoid triggering topics. He does mental gymnastics around these topics, and he sincerely tries his best. But, when you catch him humming a song that your abuser would hum ... you couldn't help but have a panic attack. Of course, after he figured out what was wrong, he would immediately stop and help.

• “Please love, take deep breaths. In ... hold ... out ... keep repeating that for me, alright sweetheart? Okay ... I'm so sorry, I didn't realize. I will keep this in mind from now on, but please tell me what else I can do. I know you forgot and that's not your fault. Keep taking those deep breaths for me ... you're doing okay, I promise. Nothing's going to hurt you here.”

• If you two were to run into your abuser, Harvey would sweep you away as soon as possible. If he even caught a glimpse of the person who hurt you, he would take your hand in his and lead you away as fast as he could. Leading you back to the house, he would sit with you close and make sure to keep an eye on the door. He was insistent on keeping you safe and out of sight. Harvey didn't know what he would do if the abuser was around you, but he knew it wouldn't be good. He loved you too much to put you in harm's way.

sam

• When the time came around to tell Sam about your past relationships, he didn't really expect anything. Okay, you were in a relationship, so what? He didn't expect anything bad, why would anyone do anything bad to you? You're so lovely, bad relationships shouldn't happen to you. But as you told him about everything that had happened to you ... Sam was baffled.

• He was so confused, how could this happen to you? Sam always treated you with respect and kindness and so, so much love! People are horrible, and Sam wasn't expecting this in the slightest. He made that clear to you, resting his hands on your cheeks. He pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead before wiping your tears with his thumb.

• “I never would've guessed that would've happened to you! If I see that fucker, promise you'll let me at 'em? You don't deserve that- you don't deserve anything of the sort! I just ... I love you so much, please don't forget that ... I wouldn't do anything to put you in harm's way, I would rather die, actually. Come here,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

• Sam was pretty cautious about what you said triggered you, but sometimes things happen. He forgot that sudden loud noises made you upset, so when he was practicing on the drum set with no warning ... oops. He noticed how upset you looked, covering your ears. He stopped, cocking his head to the side and asking what was wrong. When you explained, he felt so bad.

• “Oh my God- I am so sorry. I forgot, I didn't realize- fuck ... please, let me make it up to you. Don't cry ... please? I-I promise, I didn't mean to. I was just practicing, but I'll make sure I'll warn you next time or use a mute. I love you, I am so sorry ... you're okay, you're not the one who needs to be apologizing. I love ya, hon. I'll make it up to you, I promise.”

• If you two were to run into your abuser, Sam wouldn't be able to hold back. He would send you off to hang out with Sebastian while he let loose on this fucker. He would beat the absolute shit of out of them (if they are male. If they were female, he would use his words because his mom brought him up right. He would fuck them up with his words though, I promise you that.) He would return to you beaten and bruised, but he would laugh it off. As long as you were safe and nothing was going to harm you, he was perfectly fine.

sebastian

• When the time came to tell Sebastian about your past relationships, he wasn't really worried. He loved you and was curious about your past, but he didn't expect anything necessarily bad. So, you sat him down on the couch. He didn't think it would be too serious, so he laid down against the arm, listening to you intently. But, as you started explaining everything in detail ... he sat straight up.

• Sebastian had always tried his hardest to keep his emotions subdued, he didn't like dealing with them. But things like this ... they made him emotional. Tears were in his eyes, which he tried to blink back. He really loved you, and he couldn't believe anyone could do such a thing to you. He needed to make sure you were okay, so he took your hand.

• “I ... I'm sorry, I'm just kinda speechless ... I promise, I love you, and that's not going to happen again. On my life, nothing will ever happen like that with me. I will ... I will work as hard as I can to keep you safe. Let me know what I can do to help ... you're precious to me. I wouldn't let you in harm's way.”

• He tried his hardest to keep your triggers in mind whenever he could, but we all forget sometimes. While you two were playing video games, he jokingly shoved you a little bit too hard. Of course, this brought back memories which sent you spiralling ... uh oh. Sebastian knew that he had messed up. He needed to bring you back to Earth somehow. He got on his knees in front of you and took your hands in his.

• “Hey, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean it like that. I won't do that anymore, it's just reflexes after hanging out with Sam for so long. I love you, and I would never hurt you on purpose. I won't put my hands on you like that again, okay? ... let me know what I can do to help, I would do anything and everything for you. I'd bend the Earth if I could ... yeah, we can lay down. Wanna pick a movie? ... I'll start some popcorn, go find something and I'll be in there shortly. I love you.”

• If you two were to run into your abuser, Sebastian would make sure to keep you safe. He'd have an arm around you at all times, watching over you while doing daily tasks. If the person were to come up to you, he would shoot a rude comment their way while calculating a way to get you out of this situation safely. The back and forth banter would last a while, but Sebastian wouldn't fight them. He'd make them want to fight him, but he wouldn't dare shoot the first punch. He's mature enough to avoid that situation.

shane

• When the time came around to tell Shane about your past relationships, Shane just shrugged when you brought it up. The past is the past, what's the issue? He soon found out that there were actually a lot of issues. When you slowly went through everything you could, letting all the details slip, Shane just stared daggers into the ground. Holy shit.

• Shane is a damaged person, yes. But knowing that you're damaged, just like him? It made his heart break. You didn't deserve that, that treatment wasn't meant for people like you. He shook his head, his elbows on his knees. He couldn't believe someone would do shit like that, they have some fucking nerve.

• “Fuck 'em. They're not here anymore, and I'll make sure they stay the hell away. Your feelings are valid, and I understand. If you ever need to talk about anythin', let me know ... I'm not the best with emotions, but I promise that I'm always here for ya. Just ... anythin' you need, I guess.”

• Shane tried his hardest to step around your triggers, but when you're a bit tipsy, mistakes are easy to make. You two were having a small disagreement when he accidentally dropped his glass. As the glass shattered, shockwaves were sent through your body. He saw your eyes widen in fear before they began to prick with tears. You didn't think he did it on purpose, did you? He walked closer to you with his hands out, trying to show that he wasn't going to hurt you. He just wanted to comfort you.

• “I promise that wasn't on purpose, hon- the glass just slipped. I wouldn't throw a glass or any shit like that ... has that happened before ...? Fuck- I am so sorry. I love you, I promise, and I wouldn't ever throw shit at you. Let me make it up to you, yeah? I'll hold you for the rest of the night, make you feel all safe ... I am really, really sorry ...”

• If the two of you were to run into your abuser, Shane would certainly have some choice words. He would yell at them from afar, nothing up close, and simply walk away with you by his side. He didn't want to create too much drama, but he wanted that fucker to know that weren't welcome in this town. They weren't welcome around you. All Shane cared about was you, and it was evident.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #sdv farmer #stardew valley farmer #sdv alex #stardew alex #stardew valley alex #sdv alex headcanons #stardew alex headcanons #stardew valley alex headcanons #sdv bachelors #stardew bachelors #stardew valley bachelors #sdv sam #stardew sam #stardew valley sam #sdv sam headcanons #stardew sam headcanons #stardew valley sam headcanons #sdv sebastian #stardew sebastian #stardew valley sebastian #sdv sebastian headcanons #stardew sebastian headcanons #stardew valley sebastian headcanons #sdv elliot #stardew valley elliott #stardew elliott

[justleaveatnine]

i need casino matty to roll dice and the number that gets rolled is the number of orgasms girlie gets what is wrong with me actually. Also i need him disheveled in that fucking uniform of his with like his top buttons undone oh i'm so so down bad for him jj u don't UNDERSTAND

i learned how to play craps for this that’s how much i love you xxx

i hope this can serve as a palate cleanser for whatever the fuck that was matty jesus christ

the casino floor is loud, slot machines blaring and the cheers of successful gamblers filtering through your ears.

matty’s hand is wrapped around your lower waist, slowly inching closer to public indecency as it lowers with each drink he throws back. after your shift ended, he dragged you onto the floor laughing and smiling to play some games as he claimed he was feeling lucky. he had a devilish grin on his face as he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards a craps table and slotting himself in behind you.

you’re stood against the ledge, on your tip toes and leaning forward with engagement in the game below. his free hand holds your drink that he occasionally passes down when you ask for a drink, smiling devilishly at him as you sip from the straw while the glass still rests in his hand.

it’s nearly your turn to be the shooter, and you cheer as the current one rolls their point number. you collect the winnings of your successful pass line bet, and gleefully accept the dice into your hands. fellow gambles place their bets, and chips begin to stack up on the tables surface.

you’re shaking the pair of red dice vigorously, smiling lips bitten and eyes narrowed, when you feel matty lean in closer to your ear.

“whatever your point number becomes is how many times i’m gonna make you cum tonight.”

your hands freeze, the rattling dice coming to a sudden halt in your palm. you whip your head back to him to find him grinning devilishly. the flashing lights of the nearby slot machines dance across his features, and illuminate the cruel expression splayed across your face that makes your core throb.

“matty, it can go up to 10,” you say out of far more worry for yourself than his ability to draw that much pleasure out of you. you’ve had more than enough nights resulting in noise complaints from his neighbours that brought shame to your face and laughter to his to establish his affinity for making you see stars, but he’s never been this ambitious.

“i’ve got a lot of energy,” he states far too cockily. the grin on his grows even wider at the fear dancing in your eyes that he knows you crave.

“cmon, roll the dice!” you hear someone yell, violently snapping you out of your moment of frozen trepidation. his smile is shark-like, eyes gleaming and taunting. “go on, princess,” he says to you sultrily. “roll the dice.”

you take a deep breath and try to focus on the matter at hand instead of fearfully fantasizing about your fate once you leave the table. you turn your head back to facing the action, the dealer gesturing at you to hurry along. matty’s hand grips tighter on your hip, and you feel his fingertips press meanly against your skin.

you shake the dice one last time, and violently throw them onto the table. you pray for something low such as a four, still a high amount most, but hardly a rarity for the man gripping onto you. he’s never satisfied until you’re lying nearly paralyzed with pleasure, your mind unable to think of anything but him and the power he holds over you.

the dice clatter against the wall before returning towards you. the white dots on the translucent red cubes read a four and a two. six.

you grip onto the ledge tightly as you hear matty chuckle arrogantly behind you, dancing his fingertips across your skin. the movement of the table continues, patrons chatting and dealers handing out bets, but you stay frozen.

“we better leave soon then, love, you’ve got a long night ahead of you,” he hums, leaning in close. he presses a soft kiss to the shell of your ear as your knuckles turn white from your unrelenting grip, face flushed and heart racing.

#and by learned i mean read a guide if i made any mistakes no i didn’t #blurb #casino!matty #matty healy #matty healy x reader #matty healy smut #kinda

[goquokka00]

The Little Things (Changbin Ver.)

The small things he does every day that make you feel oh, so special.

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin

Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

| Piggy-Back Rides |

We all know that Changbin is strong. That's not really a secret to anyone who's a stay. And knowing this sweet man, he'd give you piggy-back rides whenever. In fact, I'm almost certain he'd just randomly come up to you and be like, "Hey, want me to carry you?" I just think it's a Binnie thing.

Now, if he knew that your feet were killing you, or you had a random pain in your leg? You bet your ass that he's not letting you walk. Nope. He's picking you up piggy-back style and carrying you wherever you want to go. You can whine and complain about how its not that bad, or how you can still walk, but he's not setting you down. Nope. If his baby girl's lower half isn't doing well, she's not walking. End of story.

I also kind of feel like if you both went out drinking with friends and you got tipsy, or if you were tired, he'd carry you then, too. Just in case you were to fall or stumble. He wants you safe at all times, no matter what condition you're in.

| Lays His Head on Your Lap |

Again, we all know that Changbin, who can seem intimidating, is really this big teddy bear who wants to just love and be loved. And that includes using your lap as his pillow. It's probably his favorite pillow if we're being honest. Your skin is so smooth, and your muscle just feels so nice under his head.

If you both are on the couch watching a movie or just relaxing, his head will more than likely be on your lap. He'll do it whenever he pleases, honestly. But if he's exhausted after being in the studio all day, writing music, he'll take you by your hand and will literally drag you to the couch just so he can lay down on your lap.

He's 100% fallen asleep on your legs, too. Most of the time, it's because you're gently scratching his scalp and running your hands through his hair. That, paired with your smell and the plushness of your legs just lets him relax to the point where he just clocks out. Not that you care. He's absolutely adorable like that.

| Hugs From Behind |

You guys, this man is so sweet and cute and adorable. That's why I'm a firm believer that Changbin will always approach you from behind just to wrap his arms around your waist, pull you back against him, hold you close, and rest his head on your shoulder or head (at least, if he's taller than you lol).

Changbin will do this literally whenever he can. If you're cooking something, he'll give you that back hug while watching you cook and ask what you're making (and he might steal some food, too). If you're at a gathering, he'll hug you from behind and just rest against you while you're conversing with someone. Whether it's because he just loves you or he's getting jealous, he's doing it regardless.

But he'll definitely back hug you when he's jealous. He'll hold you tighter than usual (the dead give-away that he's jealous to you), and while you're talking with whoever is making Changbin jealous, he'll shoot a death glare at them, almost telling that person you're his. And that way, you won't see him being all menacing (even though you're fully aware of it).

| Playful Arguments |

Alright. We know Changbin is loud. And I feel like the playful arguments would be an excuse for him to be loud with you. You guys do it all the time, no matter where you are and who might be with you. Half the time, it isn't even arguments. It's Changbin whining about something loudly, and then you yelling at him to stop, and Changbin just whining louder.

"I'm hungry!" "I told you to eat before we left, Binnie!" "YOU WERE RUSHING ME THOUGH!" "Was not!" "WERE TOO! CAN WE PLEASE JUST STOP?!" "No! You're just gonna have to wait until after we're done with our errands!" "BUT I'M HUNGRY!"

Half the time, it is because Changbin is hungry. Other times, it's literally about the dumbest shit ever. Most of the time, when you both are "arguing" around the other Kids, they just laugh and claim that you both are like an old married couple. And that usually makes Changbin get louder and complain that he's not old.

| Makes SURE You Eat |

It's no secret to anyone that Changbin loves food. It's the most important thing to him after you. And that usually results in Changbin constantly checking in on you to make sure you've eaten something. He'll ask in person, or he'll text you while you're at work. If you haven't, he's going to pick something up for you and drop it off so you can eat.

Now, let's say you are someone who tends to just...not eat. Maybe you've never been into eating breakfast in the mornings, or you don't eat lunch because you want to just get some work done during your lunch break. Changbin will snap you out of that habit REAL quick.

Guys, I'm not kidding you. He will spam your phone every 3 minutes saying, "EAT," or "Baby you gotta eat something. If you don't, I'm gonna pick up something for you and force it down your throat 😡." And if he does bring you something, he'll literally sit with you and make sure you eat everything. And if you can't finish, he'll eat whatever you can't. Why? Because it's Changbin.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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[briarbabyxo]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ : Beast dazai ᡣ𐭩 Reader : ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

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" darling? What’s bothering you tonight? " you say as you watch your lover from the doorframe of his office - he was looking through the windows, there was an air of melancholy that hung through like a thick fog, you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was though so you just assumed he was being melodramatic.

" hmm? - ah, it’s just you. " dazai spoke solemnly, although he never did turn around. He just kept staring, into nothing - maybe a few clouds but there was nothing particularly interesting out there either, just a few cars and a couples of buildings.

you had a little bag with you - you were waiting to surprise him, you were smiling and everything . . . Yet he wouldn’t look at you, he just looked outside. Usually he was all over you but today he seemed like he wanted to be alone. you sat the bag on his desk, about to leave him for a moment - you hoped he would open it whenever he sat down out of curiosity.

" darling? Is something wrong? . . . I can come in later if you wish - there is a surprise at your desk waiting . . . " you said, he didn’t answer yet either - it perplexed you at the time . . . you felt like he was about to say something - but then he paused and just nodded his head.

" . . . I’ll open it later . . . " he said, he didn’t wish to scare you - and he didn’t wish to scare you or make you cry . . . or that you would stop him. so he never said a word, he did want to leave you with one last thought before he fell from grace.

you didn’t understand any of this at the time, you were completely and utterly unaware - unaware of the signs and the consequences of being so blissfully blind of them. now you knew though - all too well even.

" (y/n)? honey? are you still there? " he called out, he was always one for flowery words and lovey - dovies, but he wished to outdo himself . . . one last time, like a promise at his lips with one mission - a mission you wouldn’t know of until late that night - as he took one deep breath he turned around, he had a gentle smile on his face - usually he wasn’t so quiet, playing pranks or just teasing you.

Before you could even ask what in the world he was being so quiet about - you saw him move from the window, sweeping you off your feet as you gasped in surprise. his hand supporting you at the small of your back as he holds you against him - dipping you as his lips met yours, he held you and supported you in his bandaged arms. pulling away breathlessly as he cupped your face.

“ if i had to choose between being with you and ever seeing the daylight ever again . . . I would stay by your side, knowing that everytime im with you the sun shines through the darkness of the night and into my heart. No matter how cold it is . . . i love you more than i love the entire world darling, I could never see myself with another who isnt you - they could simply never shine as bright nor could they ever make me as soft as you have seemed to. I would tear down the entire port mafia down with my bare hands if it meant anything at all to you, i love you more than it should be possible to love, more beautiful and brilliant than any poet or philosopher has written, more tender and loyal than any knight or soldier, more precious than any jewel . . . The thing about my love for you, is that it's like a painting. . . the words I use can never describe all of the colors that my heart paints for you." 

your breath was caught in your throat, you didnt even know what to say to that - he had that way of making you breathless but when you tried to reply he just shushed you.

" shhhh . . . sh . . . shhh . . . Lovely, i have a meeting with the slug soon, i really need to take a few minutes to compose myself for how mean he’s going to be! He’s going to yell at me the whole time like a disobedient dog, it will be rather unpleasant for you to witness - you need to go back to work . . . i’ll check out the gift in a moment, okay? " he pressed a finger to your lips and lead you out the door.

you really didn’t want to leave - you wanted to see his reaction to the gift he would receive, the little gift bag held something so so precious- something he would have to care about. it was a positive pregnancy test, two lines of truth. - but you didn’t want to press his boundaries when he needed this much alone time . . . So you left, expecting a call from his work phone relatively soon.

but it never did come.

It was late when Atsushi had called you, it wasn’t entirely uncommon that Dazai would usually have to stay around late for unexpected meetings, but there was something different about this call - you had been on edge all night, you thought it was just jitters at the moment because of the anticipation of his call and hearing his voice coo about the very tiny bundle in your stomach. not even the size of a jellybean right now.

you had picked up the phone in a hurry - expecting to hear Dazais voice . . . only to be greeted with another.

" miss (y/n)? . . . I’m so, so sorry . . . " you heard the young man’s voice speak in a cracked voice and you didn’t even have the time to ask what in heavens name he would be sorry about when he started to sob. he explained everything, no matter how hard it was to hear and how hard it was to say. He explained the fall, the motive and he explained that chuuya would be the new mafia boss - and then he asked you to help clean out Dazai office and everything belonging in it. keep the trinkets you wanted, same with the last boss . . . and the one before.

you dropped the phone to the floor when he said Dazai was dead - the screen cracked but it wasn’t as broken as your heart right now. You almost fell too, knees weak and you had to stabilize yourself on the countertop as you felt like the whole world came crashing down.

" - I . . . I’ll be there, I-i . . . you sobbed and cried, it all felt so gut wrenching and it almost felt like some sick joke. But you knew, deep within your soul you just knew it wasn’t.

" miss (y/n) . . . I can ask chuuya to help you carry things - I did a little bit of snooping in his office after . . . I’m so sorry, I could never imagine . . . " the white haired man would speak quietly though the phone, you blamed him for your lovers death almost . . . You knew it wasn’t right - it didn’t even feel right, but you needed something to blame . . . Maybe yourself. If you noticed before - you would have begged him to stay. maybe he would have stayed. No, now you know why he didn’t. He didn’t want to stay - obviously. so he didn’t want you to waist your breath on it.

you hung up the phone - not wishing for anyone to hear you cry . . . but you heard the knock at the door twenty minutes later - you composed yourself, collected yourself so you would look strong when you felt so hopeless and alone . . . the earth itself felt as if it were breaking with your heart and the sky rained as if heaven mourned as well.

you opened the door to see the slug — erm, I mean Dazais dog — uhmmm . . . Chuuya at the door, he looked fairly composed and he had a box with everything in dazais office in it - it wasn’t a lot, he was never much for keepsake. Most of it just a few rolls of bandages with a framed picture of him and chuuya and the two of you together . . . and . . . His scarf, the bag with the test - and a waxed letter.

" . . . " chuuya said nothing as he sat the box by the doorway, processing to fiddle with the edge of his suit, fingers fidgeting against the nice stitching that embroidered the edges - it was awkward . . . More than that it was lonely - Chuuya was lovely, sure but you would trade everything for him to just say surprise and for it all to be a joke. . . It wasn’t, though. . .

tears dripping as you picked up dazais scarf, the black coat folded neatly underneath. Crying into his scarf as chuuya gave you an awkward hug . . . He didn’t know what to say, nobody did - it was all so . . . fast.

" tha - thank you for bringing me his things - i need so-some alone time now . . . " you choked on sobs as chuuya nodded and said his goodbyes, walking out. Leaving you to lay against the door with a sob as you cradled to scarf against your face, you cried and sobbed . . . You couldn’t even bring yourself to open the wax sealed letter, yet.

you stayed like that until dawn, you basically had to force yourself to crawl into bed, using his jacket and scarf as a blanket - the smell of the whiskey and his musky cologne were all that remained of him, well . . . That and the creation of your love in your tummy - it was a bit of both of you, it took two to tango and it was the only thing now you had left to cling to him. Even if it would be hard or painful, the baby was hardly even anything yet, just a clump of cells and it didn’t even have a heartbeat yet . . . You knew it was pathetic. But you were attached, it would be a baby soon if you kept it, maybe if you were lucky it would be smart like your osamu, so you decided to keep it.

The wax letter was still on your nightstand . . . you brought it over to yourself, wiping your tears as you carefully undid the wax, hoping to preserve it . . . reading a letter from a dead man is strange - you know you can never write back, and yet you never wish to write anything else. It’s even stranger when it’s the love of your life. never another kiss, a hug, a little wink when you both know a secret between the two of you, never another night of cuddles and comfort within each others embrace . . . never another ‘I love you’ . .

you opened your eyes once more, sitting up and turning on your phones flash to read everything - memorize every detail, every comma every swirl in his cursive and every sentence.

` my dearest and most beautiful love, `

how am I to ever start this letter? How am I to even go about this? I would like to start off with one thing at a time - just to unpack everything, I hope that’s enough to ask. I know it feels like nothing will ever be okay again, but it can and it will. I know you might even be angry at me, I would be too. I wish I could have stayed longer - in truth your the only one who could have ever made me wish to be alive, your the only one I would have lived for. And I love you more than anything, do realise that. But this is one of the only universes where oda is alive - I believe i told you this, no? - In order to keep it that way I need to martyr myself. I know it seems like the words I said of love are cruel and maybe even tasteless by now, but never doubt that they are true. I do love you and even beyond the grave I will continue to. I saw the test, love - I’m sorry I didn’t call but if I did it would have held me back. I would have wanted to stay, I would have wanted to stay with you if I held you in that hell - sent office for a moment longer. And I know you may or may not decide to keep it and I know I don’t deserve it - but if it’s a girl . . I really like the name Tomie, Tomie Dazai has a nice ring to it if you decide to use my last name - Will you do that for me?. know it will be hard being alone for now - I sent chuuya to look out for you, he’s a tad clueless when it comes to you but he’s fairly intelligent and I’m sure he will figure it out quickly. — maybe in another life, my love. Maybe we could have had it another way where it would be me and you. `

` —sending all my heart and then some more , your osamu.`

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[mysticreigns]

AU Roman Reigns x Ember (OC)

💧warnings: angst, bit of fluff, errors I may have missed MINORS DNI!

💧A special thank you to @mzv11 for helping me with this!❤️

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💧word count: 1.1k

Ember looked out of the news room window, the dryness of the ground being the only thing noteworthy. For 3 months the small town in Arizona that she called home had been in the hold of a rough drought. Crops had withered because of the intense heat and it didn't seem to be ending anytime soon. The coolness of night was the only reprieve the town got. Her coworker, Joe Anoa'i, didn't seem phased in the slightest.

"you seem oddly relaxed for how hot it is!" Ember said. A/c units all across the state had been pushed to their limit, working as hard as they could to keep everyone cool. Ember was sweating even though the temperature in the room was only 75° "the heat doesn't bother me!" He shrugged. Ember noticed that he wasn't sweating like she was. He was in a business suit, surely he would be sweating just like everyone else.

"I'm fine actually! I told you the heat doesn't bother me!" He said "we gotta get back to work!"

Ember's makeup had started to run down her face, making it streak as beads of sweat cascades down her skin. Her makeup needed redone, badly. The make-up artist Ran to her, blotting her face with a towel, reapplying the makeup that her skin seemed to want to get rid of. She turned to look at joe to ask him how she looked but he wasnt there "where'd he go?" She asked.

The makeup artist shrugged, having been to focused on ember's makeup to give her any real answer. Ember had to finish the news before she could go look for joe. A clash of thunder rolled, making everyone stop in their tracks "is that thunder?" One of the crewman asked.

"I think it is!" Ember yelled "are we about to get rain?! I need to go to the roof, I'll be right back!"

Ember hurried to the stairs, running as fast as she could up each flight, trying to keep herself from running out of breath. She got to the last flight of stairs, panting heavily, the muscles in her legs screaming from all the workout she just gave them.

She walked to the door to the rooftop, opening it and seeing dark clouds in the sky. Rain was indeed coming! It almost cam from no where! The radar hadn't shown any sign of a storm, yet this one seemed to pop up from thin air. Ember's dark brown hair blew across her face, the wind cooling her once soaked skin. The first few raindrops hit her hand, making her look up. A child like wonder filling her as the rain fell from the once cloudless sky, soaking her clothes.

Joe's POV

My name isn't Joe Anoa'i, my name is Aros, god of rain. I am the son of Miros, god of time. I've given this small town the rain it needs when it can no longer handle the drought.

Ember's attention to detail almost got me caught. I've lived in this little Arizona town for hundreds of years and I've never come that close to being found out. I was banished here by my father when I didn't agree with him remarrying so soon after him and my mother parted ways. He said 'you need some time to think! I love you but your mother and I aren't for each other anymore!'

I snuck away from ember while everyone was distracted, heading to the roof top. It was time to end this towns suffering and give it the water it so desperately needed. Just as the clashes of thunder rolled I heard the door to the roof open. It was ember. She hadn't seen me thankfully but that was to close. The first few drops of rain hit and she looked up, a smile forming on her face. As the rain began to pour, she simply stood there, her arms outstretched as she spun in a circle, her clothes becoming soaked. I must admit she was a beautiful woman. In my awe of her beautiful form, I hadn't paid attention to what was on the ground beneath me and stepped on a small rock, the noise of it moving catching ember's attention. As she spun around, her nipples poked through her soaking wet shirt. I may be a god but I'm not immune to desire. My ability to hide myself faultered and she looked at me with confusion "joe?"

Fuck! I can't lie to her either. "How are you dry when it's pouring down rain?" She asked, I could see in her face she knew there was no logical explanation for what she was seeing but if I tell her will she believe me? All I can do is try.

"Ember, im not- my real name isn't joe! My name is Aros!" I said, hoping I didn't have to explain further and she would get the hint.

"so... you're running from the law and under an alias makes you stone dry in the pouring rain?" She questioned. Her observation skills weren't going to let me off that easily.

"no ember! I'm not running from the law!" I said, starting to get frustrated that she wasn't picking up on what I was trying to say, so I just decided to come out with it "ember, I'm a god!"

A look of confusion formed on her face "is this a joke? Is this you're way of dodging my question? Because if you thi-"

She stopped when the rain started forming shapes "ok that's not normal! Rain isnt supposed to be in shapes!"

"that's not even a tenth of what I can do!" I said, making the small shapes form into a single large one, forming it around her but using it to bring her to me "I told you I wasn't lying!"

"this can't be real!" She said, she was shocked by I didn't sense any fear from her. Almost as if she wanted it to happen.

"Ember, you can't tell anyone about this! I've been here for a LONG time and I've saved this town many times from drought!"

"But why are you here?" She asked.

"that's not something we need to discuss right now. I have to go, someone is coming!" I said gently setting her down "I'll find you!"

Part 2 coming soon...

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[femmeroi]

My stinky guys

#judai yuki #jaden yuki #jun manjoume #chazz princeton #yubel yugioh #ygo #lacunashipping #<- that's what I'm calling Yubel/Jun thank you for coming to my brain #Yubel/Jun “have” a ship name already but literally no one used it ever and it was shit ass so I'm making my own #fermentshipping #<- And that's what I'm calling Yubel/Jun/Judai IDK if they have a ship name already or not but if they do it sucks and mine is better #I think the three should hold hands and kiss and yell and go to therapy #I hope these don't look like shit ass I am straight up delirious right now because of the medicine but I trust my love to be good enough <3 #my art #<- I always forget that fucking tag #Sorry Judai but between your soulmate and your rival you ended up being the third wheel because I thought it was funny #Any time I make Yubel or Judai ship art just assume the other one is in on the relationship unless explicitly stated otherwise #They're a combo deal to me. They were super polyd ! They're a pair ! Do not separate- can not separate #I have So Many thoughts about them approaching relationships post cannon I love to think about how shitass they both are with that stuff #I can tell these tags are a mess but I don't have enough brain power to fix them right now

[cobaltperun]

Lost (Side - 3) - Daddy issue

Tara Carpenter x Female Reader

Story masterlist

Set after chapter 30.

Word count: 0.7k

The horror... the worst case scenario... the absolute nightmare. It was the end of the world as you knew it, and you and Tara were equally to blame for it as the two of you stared at your children like two deer in the headlights.

"W-what did you just ask?" Tara stuttered, blushing as Zack and Susan just stared at you confused and curious.

Zack frowned a bit, clearly not fond of the fact that he had to repeat his question. It wasn't that you and Tara didn't hear him, it was more along the lines of having to make sure you heard him correctly.

Susan was the one to shatter the last of your hope. "Mommy, why did you call mom daddy?" she repeated Zack's question.

You and Tara looked at one another, neither of you quite sure how to explain to your eleven-year-old children that there was a bit of a daddy kind going on behind the bedroom doors.

You cleared your throat as Tara refused to look at either of the two kids. "Well, you see, that's," there was no way to explain it!

"Mom is a mom, not a dad," well, now Zack was just pointing out the very obvious fact.

"Right, that is completely right," Tara agreed and grabbed your hand. "Give us a minute, okay?" she let go of your hand to slice two pieces of the cake you made yesterday, and set them on the table as the bribe. "We'll be right back!"

You let her pull you into the hall and she let you pull her into a hug as she hid her face in the crook of your neck. "This is a disaster," she whined, grasping onto your shirt as if her lkfe depended on it.

There was no way you could deny it, you were in a very inconvenient situation. "Guess we need to find some explanation."

Tara just groaned. "I will never speak again," she decided making you chuckle despite the dire circumstances.

"Come on, we'll get through this," you kissed the top of her head. You were willing to bet you'd be laughing about it later. It was just a bad timing, Tara may have been a bit of a tease, so you went and slipped into a bit more dominant role, prompting a 'Yes, Daddy,' from Tara, just as the twins came into the kitchen.

Tara took a deep breath and looked toward the kitchen with a firm, confident and determined expression on her face. "Let's do this!"

You nodded and followed her once again.

When you came into the kitchen your children were happily eating their cake. "You don't have to tell us," Zack decided and you felt hope filling your heart and you were sure Tara felt the same.

"We'll just Google it!" Susan shattered that hope right away.

"No!" you and Tara yelled at the same time.

The twins tilted their heads, now even more confused.

"Okay, look," you glanced at Tara, and she nodded. "Tara and I really love each other, right?" you asked prompting the twins to nod.

"And sometimes when people like Y/N and me love each other," Tara blushed again and looked to the side, scratching her cheek while taking hold of your hand for comfort.

"We sometimes joke around. 'Cause I am really strong, you know, the famous 'dad strength'?" was it a lame excuse? Yeah, but you hoped it would be enough.

Zack and Susan looked at one another. Then back at you and nodded. "Okay," they agreed much to your surprise.

"This sounds too good to be true," you whispered to Tara, who nodded.

"We'll just ask aunty Mindy," Susan decided.

"NO!" you and Tara once again yelled but the kids were already calling Mindy.

"What's up?" Mindy's voice came from the speaker to your and Tara's absolute horror.

"Aunty Mindy, why did mommy call mom daddy?" Susan asked causing Mindy to choke.

"Mindy," you warned, your tone dangerously low.

Mindy coughed a few times. "Sorry, kids, your parents are kinky," she opened the can of worms and hung up, leaving the twins to once again look at you and Tara.

"What does kinky mean?"

This was hell, this was worse than Ghostface, this was...

"You are too young to know. Who wants chicken schnitzels and fries for lunch?" you were already grabbing the chicken breasts from the freezer as the kids cheered, at least for now forgetting about the conversation you just had.

#tara carpenter x female reader #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter #scream #jenna ortega x reader #x reader #x female reader

[lonesomedotmp3]

sorry I literally had my phone down eyes closed ready to at least try to sleep but I remembered something that happened yesterday that still boils my blood and I need to talk about it. my sister seriously has the audacity to be constantly seethingly jealous and bitter of me and my brother's good relationship and then will not even treat him like a human being it's just fucking baffling. we were at a restaurant and me and him were having a conversation about tv and then she puts her phone up right in front of his face to show our dad her instagram, completely blocking us from being able to talk and see each other. and the whole time she's going wow look at this photo look at this look how silly I look in this one! and my brother COMPLETELY REASONABLY. because the back of the phone is right in his face and he's hearing about how great these photos are. asks my sister is he can see them. and then she told him off for it! can you kill yourself!

#and then when I said hey come on why can't you just satiate his curiousity and show him the photo (it was completely appropriate btw) #and said that it's not fair to treat him like that. my father got mad at ME. #and then I perfectly nicely was like ok fine how about he just sits next to me so we can talk and you guys can talk without him being #completely ignored and treated like an annoyance #and my dad was like no! he can wait a few minutes for our conversation to end! damn you guys didn't do that for OUR conversation! #and then he just shoved a game in his hands to entertain him like why can't we just talk oh my god #treating him like he was impatient or rude during that is what is driving me up the wall he was completely polite and just wanted to see #what the rest of the table were all talking about. and just to like be acknowledged #it always annoys me when a kid asks for something like four times or whatever to no response until finally they get yelled at #like just acknowledge they spoke! say ok hold on I'll tell you when we're done talking. or whatever. that's all you have to do #just not make them completely fucking invisible??? #and then again my sister acts so shocked and annoyed that he likes me more. yeah no shit you're awful to him

[squishosaur]

hm. i think i will ignore the last 8 episodes of arc v

#why does the writing. keep getting worse?? #like i've actually been so invested in this but this is making me so angry??? #why would i sit through a 5 episode long duel to end all duels just for. what even #if it were me. #i would have let them defeat zarc. uncorrupt yuya. have him live witj zarc and all the other yu boys SENTIENT personalities in his head #(treats them like a system. the others can front sometimes even) #AND WHILE THE 4 DIMENSIONS WERE STILL MERGING have the declan/yuya dueltaining duel of the century in order to show all 4 worlds rhat duels #are still for fun. and during the duel the other consciousnesses in yuya also get to take part and have fun #UNTIL FINALLY!! zarc remembers the duelist he was before. and he smiles. together he and the yu boys all deal the final blow to declan. #who just smiles acceptingly. the crowds from all 4 dimensions cheer about how fun the duel was. zarc chills out. yuya grounds himself from #the applause to look for zuzu and finds her holding riley who had passed out. they wake up and ask yuya if it's over. he says yes & they hug #we get a brief scene with all of the side characters from different dimensions as they reunite with family and friends. xyz is last tho #shay looks around at the people who have reunited with their families and starts to tear up because his is lost Forever. #saya kite and allen are all like 'that's not true.. we're here' shay's sobbing but he's like 'i'm not...' kite and allen laugh. saya smiles #suddenly the rest of the lancers come through and reach out to shay going 'hey now! our job's not done. we have a new mission' #and they begin traveling across dimensions together to help the rebuilding effort and to boost people's morale through dueltaining #the final scene is shay looking at zuzu (who is also lulu & celina & rin) and she smiles and hugs him so tightly bc they're still siblings #yuto and yuya smile super happily from afar until sora calls put 'hey!! slowpoke! are you coming or not??' yuya dashes off into a portal #with everyone else and yells 'wait for me!!' he nearly falls on his face and everyone laughs. zuzu reaches out her hand and he takes it #they all go into the portal and THE END #sorry that got long and rambly... DISREGARD #just know i hate the ending so much so far that i had to turn it off #sorry i used tye dub names it saves a couple letters in my 140 character tag limit.... #chatter #lys watches arc v