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Roommates | Kyra Cooney-Cross x Gorry!Reader & Katrina Gorry x Sister!Reader

Where you start dating your sister's bestfriend after she becomes your roommate.

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"You're still going to pick up Kyra from the airport and drive her to her introduction at the Arsenal training grounds, right?" Your sister has asked you this question at least ten times now. Her Matilda's teammates, and one of her closest friends Kyra Cooney-Cross was making the move from Australia to the UK, just like you had done two years ago, and your sister had asked you to look out for her there.

"Yes Mini, don't worry. I will pick up Kyra and drive her to London Colney. You can go to sleep and stop worrying, I promise I've got her."

Katrina seemed to finally relax a bit, "Okay, text me when she gets there? I told her to do that too, but she'll probably be too tired from the flight to remember.” Your sister loved Kyra like family, and it was sweet to see how similarly she cared for Kyra as she does for you.

“I will text you when I see her at the airport, now please go to sleep.” You laughed at the slightly annoyed sigh that escaped her mouth. “Thank you again, and goodnight.” You hung up the phone after wishing Katrina a good night as well.

You finish your workday, and run some errands, before you head home. You made a funny poster to welcome Kyra to London before you head to bed for an early wake up call to head to the airport.

When you saw Kyra walk down the gate hall, she looked exhausted from the long flight, a feeling you knew all too well yourself. She was wearing a pair of sweats and a hoodie, combined with a messy bun. When she laid eyes on your poster her face lit up. Welcome to London, my favourite Tillie!

"Oh we're so showing Mini your sign." She greets you with a hug. “Yeah, let's send her a picture. I promised I'd text her when you landed.” The two of you pose together with the sign, while someone next to you takes your picture.

“Are you hungry?” You ask while you take half of her bags. “I ate on the plane, but am in desperate need of a coffee.” In the coffee shop you catch up for a bit over coffee, and breakfast for you, before Kyra gets a call. She walks out of the shop to take the call, while you scroll on your phone.

“What’s wrong?” The panicked look on her face as she walked back in immediately grabbing your attention. “That was the landlord of my apartment, he just let me know that he accidentally double signed. In other words, I don’t have a place to stay anymore.” Without a second thought you had a solution for her problem. “I’ve got a spare room that I never use. It’s yours if you want it.”

The following week you helped Kyra get settled and went with her for her introduction meeting at Arsenal. Initially you would just drop her off and pick her up later in the day, but she had insisted you’d join her. Together you got the Arsenal tour, and you sat to the side for all her video and picture moments. All in all, it ended up being a fun day.

The two of you had gotten close quickly over the days that passed, sure you had known each other already, but now living together brought you on a whole new level of friendship.

Tomorrow would be Kyra's first training session at Arsenal, as well as meeting the team for the first time. Besides her Aussie teammates Steph and Caitlin, she didn't know anyone more than a familiar face. You had known she was nervous, but you didn't realise just how much until she knocked on your bedroom door.

“Hey Ky, what's up?” The usual smile the girl was wearing was replaced by a frown. “Were you homesick when you first moved here?” You had been so adamant that she was just nervous, that you hadn't taken the move to another continent into consideration. “Yeah, I did. Come here.” Patting the spot on your bed besides you, you offered her a place to sit.

You talked for a while before you both fell asleep. The next day you drove Kyra to her first practice with Arsenal. You were just going to drop her off, but when you saw Caitlin get out of her car, you had to go say hi. You knew all of the Tillies from the many times you had met them in the family and friends hall after matches.

“Y/n, hi, what are you doing here?” She greeted you with a quick hug. You point back to your car where Kyra appeared from behind the trunk. “Ky has been staying with me.”

On queue Kyra appears beside you, and drops her bags to hug Caitlin tight. While the two of them embrace, another player walks up to greet you. You knew it was Katie, but as far as you remembered you had never properly met. “Hi, I'm Katie, nice to meet you.” She extends her hand. “Y/n, nice to meet you too.”

Katie inspects you, trying to figure out where she knew you from, until it finally clicked. “Oh you're Gorry’s little sister, aren’t you?” Kyra stepped out of her hug with Caitlin to defend you. “She's her own person you know.” It was really sweet, but you really didn't mind. “It's fine Ky, I am.” You rolled your eyes at her defensiveness, but behind that facade you secretly loved how she stuck up for you.

From then on Caitin and Katie picked up Kyra for practice, since you basically lived on the route to the training centre.

Kyra joined you in your room on more days than not over the next few weeks, and you would be lying to yourself if you didn’t enjoy the moments you spent together. You were quickly falling for her, and every part of you hoped that she felt the same way.

Then one morning you woke up with Kyra cuddled into your side, and her leg draped over yours. You lift your hand to gently play with her hair, she hums with enjoyment and cuddles further into your side. “Good morning to you too.” You were like a deer in headlights, caught by the fact that she had, unbeknownst to you already been awake. “Don’t stop.”

You release the breath you were holding and continue. You must have laid there for another hour before you got out of bed. “Can I maybe take you out for breakfast?” The way her eyes lit up at your question was enough for you to realise that she did indeed feel the same way. “I would love that.”

The two of you had been together ever since, just keeping it to yourselves to enjoy your time together away from prying eyes. Which is why you were stressed since your sister had called that she was coming to visit with her family, because she was meeting with the West Ham United team. You had offered your home as a place for them to stay while she had her meeting, and while her and Clara would be looking at homes for their family.

“Relax babe, we never changed my room back to a guest room, so they won’t notice a thing if we act like just friends for a couple days.” Kyra tried reassuring you. You had talked about telling her, but ultimately you decided that you weren’t ready to tell her yet, and Kyra was fine with that.

Kyra offered Mini and Clara her room, while she took the couch, and your niece Harper was overjoyed to be having a sleepover in your room for a couple of days. It was nice having your family around, and you were excited to have them closer after the move as well.

Mini and Clara were out house hunting while you and Kyra spent some time with Harper. Harper insisted on some painting, and you could not stop laughing when the girl had started painting Kyra instead of her paper. While Harper was dancing and singing her little heart out to Frozen, you cleaned Kyra’s face. When you were done you placed a quick kiss on her lips. “All done.”

Meanwhile a few blocks over Mini’s mind was on something besides house hunting. “I think they’re together.” She stated to Clare, who was busy inspecting the kitchen of the place they were currently in. “Who?”

“Y/n and Kyra.” This got Clara’s attention. “What makes you think that?” Mini went on and on about how Kyra’s room looked like it hadn’t been touched in weeks, that you looked so comfortable together, the glances she had noticed between the two of you, and just the general vibe when the two of you were in a shared space. “Well, if they are, what would you think of that?” Mini thought for a moment before ultimately deciding that she thought the two of you would be cute together and good for each other.

Mini had not expected to get answers to her question on if the two of you were together or not, but when she put Harper to bed, her little girl snitched on you right away. “Did you have fun today?” The girl nodded her head enthusiastically before telling her mom all about the things that you had done today and finished her story with, “Oh and Auntie and Kywa was kissing.” Mini smiled to herself. “Oh did they now, sweetheart? I am glad you had a good day. Sweet dreams.”

The next morning you head out to breakfast all together, before your sister and her family fly back for a couple more months. “This place is great, y/n. Where did you find it?” You’re glad that they are enjoying the food just as much as you do. “I took Kyra here when she was all settled in.” You were soaking in all the time with your little niece as much as you could, so you were helping her colour in her drawing while you were speaking to the adults at the table.

“Oh, did you go here for your first date?” Since you were so focussed on the colouring you didn’t think before speaking. “Yeah- oh.” Your head shot up at your older sister, though you relax when you see the proud smirk on her face. “You knew?”

Mini points to Harper, “We’ve got ourselves a little snitch on our hands, she saw you two kiss yesterday. I did also have a feeling already.” You felt relieved now that your sister knew, because she was the person you were most scared of telling, with Kyra being one of her best friends and all.

You drove Mini, Clara, and Harper to the airport with Kyra, where you said your temporary goodbye’s. Knowing that they would be back in two months to move to London. You couldn’t wait to have your family close again.

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clbrq · 4 months

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WORSHIPPED — C. BROCK & S. GOLBACH.

prompt; your bestfriend suggests joining her to a religious group to get a taste of solidarity and tranquility that you’d never felt before, all thanks to the two male leaders. to no surprise, the group is cult-like and worships the two men like god. but, when they finally speak to you, you suddenly feel the urge to support them scrupulously like the rest of the members.

warnings; SMUT, cultleader!colby, cultleader!sam,, oral (giving), threesome, heavy religion mention, cult vibes, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up), praise is mentioned, joining a cult?? lots of brainwashed members. use of the word “master” sorry xx

inspo from @golbrocklovely

“Just try it. For me.” Katrina spoke, her voice playful, yet serious.

I was conflicted—of course I wanted to support her and her beliefs, but this idea was too suspicious for my liking.

“And they won’t force me to join their cult?”

Rolling her eyes, “It’s not a cult. It’s just a group of people who want to get together and share their beliefs in the greater good and loving each other.”

“Just a group.” I scoffed, finding it all too surreal, “Sounds a lot like a cult to me.”

“Please, can you stop repudiating the heaven this could bring you?” Katrina snapped, an expression of distaste washing over her face.

Catching me by surprise, I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll try it.” Katrina’s face flipped back to one filled with contentment as the words left my mouth.

“Thank you. I promise it’ll change your life.” She giggled, my face grimacing at her utmost pleasure at her religious group.

“And ‘repudiating’? Where did you learn that?”

“Them, of course. It’s not just a place to meet others and practice your beliefs, but they teach you things as well.” She educated, a grin still plastered across her face.

“Right.” I mumbled, a strange feeling washing over me. Katrina was happy with my response, snapping back into her usual bubbly self and bouncing off towards the kitchen.

I was unsure of this. Katrina’s behaviour was almost starting to worry me—it was like she was brainwashed. They have so much control over her it was concerning—she wasn’t herself when they were got brought up into conversation.

I didn’t know who or what this group was, but despite the overwhelming feeling of fear, I was unquestionably intrigued.

As the golden sun retreated behind our view, the glistening moon returned to our sky—showing off its millions of stars to our eyes. The night grew silent as I walked up the stairs, silently shutting the door to my bedroom as to not disturb Katrina in hers.

Settling down into the comforts of my bed, I shut my eyes—ready for a rejuvenating night’s sleep, when the sound of muffled voices filled the silence of my room. Opening my heavy eyes, I peered up into the dark room to identify the noise.

“Dear my masters’, thank you for this beautiful day, I’m so grateful for your love and care. Amen.” Katrina’s mumbled voice rang through my ears as she finally went silent, leaving me to my confused thoughts.

She was praying to them now? This has got to be some sick joke. And who the fuck were the “Masters’”?

She was taking this way too far. All I knew about their group was that it was a safe place for people to support the work of the two leaders and for those who wanted to practice their beliefs. What I wasn’t made aware of was that they were seen as God-like and worship-able.

Managing to settle my mind, I re-closed my eyes and attempted to drift off to sleep—ignoring the thoughts wizzing through my mind about ‘what the hell was going on with my friend?’.

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of soft music playing from below me, and louder singing mixing with it. Katrina was already awake, clearly. Rising from my bed, I rubbed my tired eyes and slowly made my way to greet Katrina.

As I walked into the kitchen, the strong smell of pancakes and chocolate wafted through my nose as my eyes landed on Katrina, humming to herself quietly. Furrowing my eyebrows at her back, I noticed her outfit—What the fuck? She was dressed head to toe in white, all smart-wear, looking as though she was headed to an office job. Her once straight hair was now curled and washed, and small matching white heels clad her feet as she slightly danced to the music.

“Oh, good-morning!” Katrina chirped, turning around to face me, a bright smile on her face, her flawless makeup meeting my vision, “I’m making pancakes, are you hungry?”

Her undeniable happiness shocked me, “Uh, yeah, thank you.” I muttered, taking a seat on the barstool underneath our kitchen island, taking in the array of food laid out in front of me.

Toppings ranging from strawberries to maple syrup to chocolate sauce laid out neatly on the island, all scattered across as she placed a plate of three pancakes in front of me. Muttering a quiet ‘thank you’, I reached for a few toppings, laying then aimlessly onto my breakfast as she sat opposite me.

“What’s got you so excited?” I questioned, taking a bite.

“It’s service day, silly.” She laughed, “Why wouldn’t I be excited?”

Confused, I spoke, “Oh, right. Sorry.”

“You’re coming with me, right? It starts at 9.” Katrina pushed, eating her breakfast so quickly, she would more than likely get sick.

“It’s only, 7:30. Slow down.” I laughed nervously, looking at her, concerned.

Katrina didn’t reply. She continued to eat rapidly, barely leaving room to breathe as she scoffed down her food. Once she cleared her plate, she rushed to wash it and dry it, placing it carefully back into the cupboard.

“Are you nearly finished?” She pressed, staring deeply at me as she turned around to face me.

Glancing down at my full plate, I laughed, “No. Kat, chill out.”

“No, I have to be ready on time.” She spoke, seriously.

“Yeah, you are, you have an hour and a half. Just relax, go sit on the couch or something.” I suggested, “I’ll wash my plates, just please go sit down.”

Doing as I told her, she took a seat on the couch, huffing in annoyance as she did so. Taking out her phone, her fingers swiftly hit the screen as she texted. I wonder who that might be?; probably those cult leaders.

I finished up my breakfast soon after—washing my plates and clearing the area quickly as to join Katrina in the living area. As I walked over, she jumped up and blocked my entrance, “No, no.” She shook her head, seriously, “You have to go get ready.”

“What?”

“You have to look nice, Y/N.” She spoke, turning me around and pushing me towards the stairs, “Come on, I’ll help.”

Without having chance to reject the offer, she placed me on her vanity chair, and began dolling me up. Katrina curled my hair naturally, humming quietly as she did so. Then, she moved onto my makeup, taking her sweet time to perfect my face—making sure any imperfection was covered and every part of it looked unimpaired.

“Okay, you’re done.” She grinned, standing upright to observe the finished product.

Glancing in the mirror in front of me, I stared deeply at the sheer amount of makeup on my face. In all fairness, Katrina did do an amazing job—but I almost didn’t look like myself.

“Outfit time!” Katrina’s excitable voice pulled me from my train of thought as she beckoned me to follow her to my room.

This was all becoming very serious for a group service.

As I walked into my closet, Katrina rummaged through my clothes quickly. A loud gasp erupted from her lips as she pulled out a long, silky, black dress. She soon paired it with a pair of black heels, and a fluffy coat.

“Isn’t this a bit much?” I queried, placing all the items on the bed, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Not at all! Everyone will love it, don’t worry.” She smiled, “I’ll be downstairs—don’t be long, I want to get there early.”

Nodding, pursing my lips together, I sighed deeply as she exited my room. I slipped on the chosen clothing as quickly as I could—not wanting to irritate my clearly insane best-friend. I did look good, if I was going to the Oscar’s, not to a cult meeting at 9 o’clock on a Wednesday.

Katrina didn’t waste any time getting me out of the house. By 8:30, we were in the car and driving to the godforsaken house of horrors. Nerves rumbled in my stomach as Katrina parked neatly outside the church. The building was older-looking; tall, concrete pillars stood proud outside, guarding a larger wooden door, raising up at least 8 feet tall.

Much to my surprise, more people were joining than I expected. Young men and women, together or alone—flocked towards the entrance, all dressed elegantly and smiling brightly.

Weird.

Katrina rushed ahead of me to greet a raven-haired boy stood by the door, greeting people as they walked in.

“Jake! So happy to see you.” Katrina gushed, embracing the taller boy in a hug.

“Great to see you, too, Katrina.” Jake replied, a warm grin splattered on his face. ‘Katrina’? Very formal, “And I see you’ve brought a friend?”

“Yes, this is Y/N.” Katrina spoke, “She’s just joining me for today, I think, she just wants to see what our world is like.”

Our world? The fuck..

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Jake. Jake Webber. I’m sure you’ll really love it in here today.” He spoke, reaching his hand out to shake mine.

“Thanks. Nice to meet you, too.” I replied, cautiously, shaking his hand slowly.

“Go on in and grab your seats. I know you love the front row, Katrina.” Jake joked, playfully nudging her arm.

Katrina let out a loud laugh, one I’d never heard before, “Come on, Y/N, I don’t wanna loose a good seat!” She demanded, pulling my arm slightly towards the door.

As I walked in, my breath was snatched from my chest as I took in the sight before me. Glorious, ancient architecture plastered along the walls of the older church, paired with large, detailed pillars that placed themselves in the four corners of the room. At the front of the room stood a tall stage, made out of wood, but a large curtain laid itself before it—similar to one at a theatre. But, the most beautiful part of it all, were the iridescent, gleaming, eye-catching, multi-coloured stained glass windows with images of lovers engaging in a sensual kiss, or a proud King showing off his glistening crown, or one of a strong prince sat heartily on a golden throne.

This was unreal. No wonder Kat loved coming here.

Many other followers of the group flooded in, taking their seats just like Kat and I had done—emerging themselves with conversation with those around them. I couldn’t quite pick up on what they were discussing, but a few glimpses of ‘handsome’ and ‘extremely talented’ struck my ears.

Soon enough, the room fell silent as the curtain waved slightly as it began to open. The nerves in my stomach bubbled further as they fully opened, revealing to me exactly what Katrina was praying to and what the others were talking about.

Oh. my. god.

“Welcome, all.” His loud, booming voice echoed through the room as everyone listened intently, “It’s so heart-warming to see you all return week-after-week. We are appreciative of every single one of you.”

“You’re damn right, Sam.” The other added, a grin loosely hanging on his pink lips as he nodded slightly, “We are a family, truly, and we see you. We hear you. So, thank you for coming back. We have such deep love for all of you.”

“Well said, Colby.” Sam spoke, a small smile on his face as he glanced towards his colleague.

Wow.

Sam was a charismatic blonde, rocking clear circular glasses and a charming smile. He wore black suit trousers, tight-fitting to his lower half, showing off every muscle in his legs. He wore a striped, black-and-white shirt, a few buttons undone at the top, paired with black dress shoes and a glistening golden leaf crown.

Colby on the other hand wore the same black dress trousers and shoes, but an all black shirt, similarly with a few buttons undone. He wore a golden chain loosely around his neck, and the same golden leaf crown upon his brunette locks.

But, what stood out to me the most, was their piercing blue eyes that managed to land on me at the same time. They glared into my soul so deeply my breathing quickened, my eyes never leaving their gaze as they fixated on me. To them, I was fresh meat, someone for them to corrupt and take over. Perfect.

“I’d like to start with a simple prayer.” Colby announced, his voice alluring as he spoke, I was almost under his spell until the words that left the others mouths pulled me out of it.

“I love Master Golbach and Master Brock, and I am thankful for their generosity, rehabilitation and uttermost love always. Amen.” They all changed in unison, their voices identical as they spoke. Their voices rattled through me horribly as I furrowed my eyebrows in shock.

Sam and Colby stood on the stage, smirking at the voices of their followers rang throughout the room. They were indulging in their kingdom of fans all worshipping them like a God. Their faces so smug as they listened them reveal their uttermost adoration for them.

Chills rocked down my spine as I glanced at Katrina next to me staring up at Sam and Colby practically crying at just their faces. She looked so in-love, her eyes glossy and her lip quivering as she watched them. Glancing around the room, I noticed everybody else acting the same, all gazing at the two males on the stage, transfixed by their presence alone.

“Thank you, all.” Colby smiled, his hands clasping together in a prayer action, “And I have noticed we have a new member of our group.” He added, his and Colby’s eyes landing on you.

“Katrina, care to introduce us?” Sam spoke.

Katrina’s cheeks flushed red as he spoke to her, her chest heaving heavily as she gathered herself to speak, “Oh, uhm, yes, this is my friend, Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N, lovely to meet you.” Colby smirked, his eyes burning into yours.

“And lovely to have you join our group.” Sam added, matching Colby’s expression.

“Hi, nice to meet you, too.” I mumbled, cautiously, “But, I’m not joining, I’m just visiting with Katrina.”

“We’ll see about that.” Sam chuckled, erupting laughter throughout the room, causing me to jump in surprise, “In other news, unfortunately, we will not be here to perform our service next Wednesday as per usual.”

An eruption of disagreement and annoyance flowed throughout the room as the news hit their ears, “Now, now. Let’s calm down.” Colby shushed them, “The service will be on Friday instead, Sam and I have some important business to attend to. We are deeply sorry about this, but that’s the arrangement for next week.”

As murmurs echoed throughout the room, Katrina turned to me, “I heard they’re going to recruit people out in Vegas!” She exclaimed in a whisper, leaning in to tell me.

“Why Vegas?” I asked.

Shrugging, Katrina shook her head, “I don’t know, but we have to go and follow them.”

“Kat, that’s classed as stalking, you know?”

“I don’t care. They probably get it all the time, plus we can go and have a good time.” She suggested. Finally a good idea that’s not fucked up.

“I don’t know, Kat, it’s a bit strange.” I disagreed, shooting her an unsure look.

“It’ll be fine.” She disregarded my concerns, turning back round to face the boys as they started speaking once again.

“Now, I want all of your to put your hands together and pray for something you wish to have, or be. It can be anything, big or small. We never disappoint, anything you fully wish for—we can make happen.” Sam promised, his voice was so convincing no wonder so many people believed him.

As the crowd closed their eyes and prayed silently, my eyes remained open as I watched in confusion at their obedience. Looking back up at the stage, shock rang through me as I’m met with their brooding stares.

Colby’s hand reached into the air as he beckoned me over to them, not saying a word. Feeling unsure, I didn’t move—too uncertain of what may happen to me if I obeyed his orders.

“Come, Y/N.” Sam’s voice was barely above a whisper, how the others didn’t hear him I didn’t know, but his persuasive voice caused me to rise from my seat.

Walking onto the stage to engage with them, my hands shook by my sides as I approached them, “Follow us.” Colby commanded, his voice deep and raspy.

Taking one last look towards the silent crowd, my eyes landed on an extremely frozen Katrina, “Don’t fret. They won’t notice your absence.”

“How?” I muttered.

“That’s for us to know.” Sam replied, peering back at me to grin cheekily.

They moved behind the curtain and through a back door, leading to a long, wide corridor filled with religious paintings and drawings. The lighting was dim and I could barely see my hands in front of me, sparking a slight tingle of nervousness in my stomach.

Sam and Colby didn’t speak as we walked along the gloomy corridor, eliciting more anxiety inside of me. Until, after a few minutes of walking, they stopped outside a large wooden door with a golden handle hanging down from the middle of the door. Engravings of verses from the Bible showed themselves barely visible in the dim lighting on the door.

Colby retrieved a large golden key from his pocket, and fiddled around with the lock for a few moments, before a loud click was heard. Colby pushed open the door, an unpleasant sound of creaking could be heard as it did so.

“This is our study.” Colby spoke, “Nobody is allowed back here, not even our most favourited guests.”

“So, count yourself lucky.” Sam chimed in as they both walked around in front of me.

The room was spacious yet cluttered—which confused me. It was bigger in size, but two desks full of papers and pens laid in the middle of room. My heels clicked against the cobblestone floor as I approached the boys, who placed themselves comfortably on the edges of their desks.

“Do you know why you’re here, Y/N?” Colby pondered, his eyes boaring into mine.

“You brought me back here.” I sassed, crossing my arms.

Colby chuckled loudly, “Beautiful but witty. I like it.” His compliment sent chills down my spine as he continued to watch me like a hawk.

“What Colby means, Y/N,” Sam speaks, catching my attention, “Is why did you join Katrina this morning?”

I stayed silent for a moment as I thought on my answer, “I was intrigued.”

“About what?”

“About how you’ve got my friend under some sort of love-sick spell. I wanted to know what’s making her so enthusiastic about life.” I answered, shrugging my shoulders slightly.

Sam smiled as he spoke, “We provide a sanctuary of happiness and tranquilit—.”

“Yeah, I know, as you’ve both said a thousand times.” I interrupted, not interested in their speech.

Sam’s face changed after I uttered my opinion, “Hm.”

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion at his reaction, I glanced towards Colby who wore a smug smirk on his face as he watched me. What was going on?

“We’re making sure you know exactly what you’re getting yourself into, Y/N.” Colby uttered.

Fuck off, could they read minds?

“When we want to.” Sam spoke up, a smile back on his face.

Well, I think this whole operation is just a cover up for your cult and you’ve brain-washed my friend.

The boys laughed profusely as I stood, confused, in front of them, “And what gives you that impression, Y/N.” Sam giggled.

Words failed me as I looked between them, not knowing what to say. My cheeks burnt red slightly as their brooding stare sparked nerves in my stomach once again.

“Exactly.” Colby smiled, standing and walking slowly towards me. His hands reached up to touch my chin, his delicate fingers grasping my face in a soft clutch, “And yet you still joined us today, Y/N. Why not report us to the police? Or stop Katrina from seeing us?” Moving my face gently to cause our eyes to connect, my heart skipped a beat as his gorgeous, ocean, blue eyes met mine.

“Because curiosity got the better of you, didn’t it, Y/N?” Sam’s whispered voice echoed throughout my body from behind me, causing me to jump in fright.

Sam’s warm hands rubbed up and down my arms as he pressed his chest against my back, “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you, love?” Colby whispered, shaking his head.

“No.” I mumbled, my voice weak and shaky as my eyes never left Colby’s.

“Good girl.” Sam’s soft voice rang deeply inside me as his lips pressed against my ear, “So obedient already.”

“Isn’t she just, Sam.” Colby agreed, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek, “Do you think we should initiate her?”

“I think we should indeed, Colby.”

Sam slithered from behind me to around the front of his desk, gathering a few pieces of paper as Colby walked me to the other side of the room where an elongated, velvet, red couch sat.

“Sit.” Colby demanded, his voice firmer than before. I did as I was told.

Sam soon joined us, a smug smile still resting on his face as he handed Colby a piece of parchment, with writing all over it.

“Now, Y/N.” Sam started, “This initiation is not for the weak. If you wish to stop, then just tell us to stop and we will, but that means you will not be apart of our group. Do you understand?”

I wasn’t sure what had come over me, but I nodded in agreement. I had come into this not wanting to be apart of anything, only curious as to what Katrina was so infatuated with. But, now I was becoming just like her.

“We need words, baby.” Colby ordered, his eyes darkening.

“Yes, I understand.”

Sam nodded slowly, “Good. Colby, you begin.”

Colby took a look down at his paper and then back down at me, “With the power that’s blessed within me and Samuel Golbach, I wish to initiate Y/N into our group.” Colby stated, his voice deep and intimidating.

“There are five steps to the initiation.” Sam told me, “Starting with number one.”

“Take off your clothes.” Colby commanded.

“Excuse me?” I snapped, feeling violated by his words. Surely this wasn’t apart of the initiation?

“Do as your told.” Colby’s dark voice rattled through me as I rose from my seat to undress myself. For some reason, I wanted to oblige and do as he said, I didn’t know why—but my mind wouldn’t let me stop.

I started with my coat, slipping the fur coat off my shoulders and arms and onto the arm of the couch. Then, I slowly and teasingly slid my silk dress off my body, revealing my laced lingerie. Sitting down, I huffed from embarrassment as their eyes gaped at me intensely.

“And the rest of it.” Sam instructed, his voice as brooding as Colby’s.

I flushed red as I reached behind me to un-do my bra, letting it fall slack against my chest as I pulled it off my arms, revealing my perky breasts. My embarrassment grew as I yanked my panties down my legs and onto the floor, my bare pussy on show to the two of them.

“Good.” Colby whispered as his eyes dragged along my naked body, “Keep the heels on.” My heart raced at his words.

“Now, number two.” Sam stated, “Touch yourself.”

My cheeks burned a darker shade of red as I hesitated. But, their burning stares forced my hand down in between my legs, my fingers rubbing slowly on my throbbing clit as I stared back up at them. The sudden rush of pleasure sparking a flash of confidence inside me as I let out small moans into the air, my head throwing back in excitement. I could feel their eyes on my body as I arched my back into my hand.

“Amazing, Y/N, don’t stop. Now, number three.” Sam declared, “Have sex with Colby.”

My head shot up as the words left Sam’s mouth. I watched them both in shock as they continued to smirk down at me, “Go on.” Sam beckoned.

Gulping down whatever nerves and self-consciousness I had left in my body, I approached Colby with shaking hands. He soon took control.

Colby’s hands flew to my waist as he sat me down on his now naked bottom half. When did he even take his clothes off?

“Tell me, Y/N.” Colby spoke, alluringly, as he teased my entrance with his tip, “How badly do you want to join our group?”

The words left my mouth before I could even think, “So bad, I want to more than anything.”

“Well, that’s what we like to hear.” Colby smiled, slowly pushing his length inside me, “How about I show you what perks come from joining us, hm?”

Nodding profusely, Colby fully sunk me down onto his cock, erupting a loud moan from my chest from his large member. Without giving me time to adjust to his size, Colby began mercilessly pounding into me—his relentless thrusts made my head swing back and high-pitched squeals of pleasure erupt from my throat.

Colby’s hand wrapped around the back of my head, pulling our eyes to meet, “Takin’ me so well.” He whispered, petting my hair. A whimper left my lips as his gaze flushed my cheeks.

Sam soon made himself known again, “Number 4, have sex with me.”

Sam didn’t waste anytime. Colby picked me up and turned me around, his dick still hard inside of me. The reverse cow-girl position allowed Sam to slide my mouth open and pop his hardened cock inside. A sultry moan left my mouth as Sam slid in and out of it, groaning from the pleasure.

Colby continued to buck his hips inside my dripping pussy, strings of curses and encouraging words left his mouth as he did so. Sam, who had picked up the pace, was quietly huffing and groaning as he enjoyed the wetness of my mouth.

Feeling awfully confident from their pornographic noises of ecstasy, I grabbed the base of Sam’s cock and began slowly stroking him as I licked the tip. Sam’s eyes widened from the added arousal as his head lolled back, a louder moan filling the air.

Colby leaned forward as he and Sam sped up, his voice hoarse as he whispered in my ear, “And finally, number five, cum.”

As the words left Colby’s mouth, a wave of undeniable pleasure washed over me. Even without not a single person touching my clit, a hard-hitting orgasm rushed throughout my body. I screamed in ecstasy as my clit throbbed, Sam and Colby continuing to fuck my holes.

“Oh, fuck.” Sam whined as he stilled in my mouth, shooting his warm load down my throat. Colby soon followed with a line of curses as he filled me up with his cum.

Before I could realise, a sense of uneasiness washed over me. I stood up, abruptly, Colby’s dick sliding out of me and hitting his stomach. I ignored the way Colby’s cum dribbled down my leg as I picked up my clothes. I quickly placed my clothes on and picked up my belongings before heading towards the door.

But, before I could make it very far, a harsh grip caught me, “Welcome to the cult, sweetheart.” Sam smirked, placing a kiss on my hand. Colby stood behind him with a devilish smile.

Cult?

My face dropped at his words. I was right, all along.

“You were right, babe.” Colby spoke, clearly reading my mind, “but, there’s nothing you can do now. You’ve been initiated. You’ve taken our cum so good, like such a good girl.”

“She sure did, Colby.” Sam chimed in, “So, you’re involved now, whether you like it or not.”

My chest raised and fell in fright at their words. I ignored it all as I turned around and walked straight out the door and down the hallway. My heels clicked quickly against the floor as I made my way back towards the stage and Katrina. As I gently pushed open the door to the stage, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I was met with the room full of people, still praying. Their eyes shut and hands clasped together in a prayer motion, Katrina included.

I quickly made my way down to my seat and shifted uncomfortably as Colby’s cum pooled in my panties.

My heart skipped a beat as everybody awoke from their slumber-like trance and began chatting amongst one another.

“Wow, what an amazing service.” Katrina’s voice made me jump as I turned to face her smiling expression, “Ready to go home?”

I nodded, a confused expression still evident on my face as I glanced towards the empty stage, “Where’s Sam and Colby?” I asked.

“They usually disappear when we do our prayers. They come back sometimes, to finish off, but it’s rare.” She told me, a sweet smile on her face as we walked towards the exit.

I took one more look around the room as Katrina wished her goodbyes to her friends. My eyes caught Sam and Colby stood in the doorway by the stage, smirks on their faces. I quickly looked away and grabbed Katrina’s arm, ushering her out of the church.

The next few weeks, I felt different. As if someone was watching me. I struggled to sleep and had lost my appetite. Katrina had been to a few services without me, as I refused, and every time she returned, my health declined more.

I rolled over in agony as my head pounded in pain, the four-day long migraine I had was becoming unbearable. Katrina was at a service so I still had to attend to the house and myself, all alone.

I jumped in shock when three loud knocks presented themselves against the front door. I rose slowly from the couch, groaning in annoyance. My expression soon fell into one of confusion as only a single red velvet box wrapped in gold ribbon lay on the floor.

Furrowing my eyebrows, I grabbed it off the floor and walked back inside, shutting the door. As I unwrapped and opened the box, my heart dropped at the small note inside,

The more you avoid us, the worse your health with get. And if you never return, you die. We look forward to seeing you soon, Y/N.

With love,

S & C.

HI BABIES!!!

i’m back for one night and one night only. this will be my final fic for you all. feel free to unfollow as i will not be returning after this fic.

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greynatomy · 8 months

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what did you call me?

katrina gorry x reader

wasn’t planning of making a second part, but people have been asking and gave me some ideas for it.

part 1 part 3

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After everyone got showered and dressed, they all got back on the coach to the hotel they were staying in, minus you and Harper, taking the rental you rented.

You, Kat, Harper, Charli, and Kyra all went to your wife’s room, the rest of the team did their own thing. You got yourself comfortable on the lounge chair in the corner of the room while the others laid on the beds.

“Okay. First question. How did you guys meet?” Kyra was the first to speak.

“I went to Australia back in 2021 and almost knocked her down. She’s so tiny that I didn’t even see her.”

“Shut up. But she invited me to go with her to breakfast as an apology.”

“Ohmygod! It’s like a literal book meeting. Write a story on wattpad type of meeting. That’s so cute!”

“What’s a wattpad?”

“Okay! Second question. Charli your turn.”

“Who asked who in marriage?”

“Uh, she did.” Kat pointed to you. “It wasn’t extravagant or anything. It was a couple months after Harper was born and she made her wear a little onesie that said ‘Will you marry Mama’ on it. It was so cute.”

The questions kept being asked and Katrina answers them all. Meanwhile, you were falling asleep on the chair, the jet lag catching up to you.

Harper, getting tired herself, carefully slides herself down off the bed and waddling over to your sleeping form. Somehow finding a way to climb onto you on her own, She grabs the hem of your shirt and climbs inside, settling herself on your torso, instantly falling asleep, all while the three Matildas are still having their q&a session.

Charli was the first to notice Harper gone from the bed.

“Oh my. That is so adorable.”

Kyra and Katrina look towards the direction where Charli’s finger points, seeing you asleep with a lump under your shirt.

“I’ve got to take a picture.” Kyra pulls out her phone and snaps a photo.

“Harper loves to take naps like that. Y/N has done skin to skin with her ever since she was born and Harper loves it.”

“They’re quite the duo aren’t they?”

“Yeah. And It’s crazy how we met the day I found out I was pregnant with Harper too.”

“That’s so cute. They both came to you on the same day, and now they’re inseparable.”

In the following days, you stayed in Australia getting to know the team a lot more, getting especially close to Charli and Kyra. The team has a day off today and you really wanted to visit the Australia Zoo and invited Kyra and Charli along.

We’ve just made it to where the cheetahs are, Harper presses herself close to the glass. Kyra and Charli went off to get something to snack on and drink with Kat leaving me with Harper. Minutes later, the three come back with more than enough food and drinks giving your daughter some.

“Here you go, Mama.” Kyra is holding out a bottle of water to you, but you’re frozen. Not knowing what’s happening, she shakes the bottle in front of your face.

“What did you call me?”

“Oh. Uh.” Finally realizing what she said, Kyra stutters a bit. “It’s just you’re Harper’s mom, Harper’s my sister, and you’ve treated me like I was you kid too, like how Mini does and you’ve actually felt like another Mom to me.”

“Me too!” Charli cuts in.

“Aw, babe. Are you crying?”

“No, I have allergies.” You turn away, wiping you eyes.

“Family group hug!”

Your family of three just turned into a family of five and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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samandcolbyownme · 1 month

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Summary: A year into reader’s relationship with Johnnie, reader realizes just how busy Johnnie can get with what he does for work, and just how easily he can push reader off.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, angsty, arguing between reader and Johnnie, fighting for love/relationship, unprotected makeup sex, kissing, hair pulling, slight choking, oral (both rev), creampie, filth with a dash of fluff? Enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k | not edited

Also, this song is sooo good. It’s one of my favorite songs in general, so please I beg of you to listen to this before or during your read.

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“Therapy is tiring.” You joke and, “I’ve tried it before and it just felt like I was being judged, you know?”

You glance down at Katrina, who’s in the screen of your phone on FaceTime. She nods, “Right, but so is hiding how you feel. I’ll have to give you the number for mine. She is phenomenal.”

You nod, pacing back and forth as you stare out the window, “I’ve brought it up to him a few times already, Kat. I just..”

You run your hands over your arms, wrapping them tightly around your body, “Maybe we aren’t meant to last?”

“Don’t say that, y/n. Johnnie loves you, he just probably isn’t used to having someone like you around.”

“You mean being the first girlfriend he’s had in a while?” You laugh slightly, “Jake always picks on him about it.”

“Then yeah.” Kat laughs, “I would just give it one more try and if it doesn’t get better..” she trails off, “You know I have an extra bedroom open, right?”

You smile, glancing at her in the phone, “You remind me every time I talk to you about this.”

She shrugs, “Just letting you know you have a good plan b in case things.. go.. you know.”

It’s silent for a few seconds, “Just remember that there’s no better vengeance than learning to enjoy things again.”

“I just want him go get the message, like. No one is fucking shatter resistant. A person can only take so much shit.”

You hear the front door open and you sigh, “Johnnie’s here. Gotta go.”

“Good luck. Love you bye!”

“Love you bye.”

You turn around and walks out of the bedroom, making your way down the steps of his shared house with Jake.

He glances up at you and smiles slightly, “Hey babe.”

You walk over to him, planting a kiss on his lips, “Hey.” You go to walk away but he grabs your wrist, pulling you back into him, “Whoa. What’s wrong?”

You laugh slightly, mainly at the fact that this is the first time he’s noticed something was wrong in days, “Nothing, why do you-“

“You look like you’ve been crying.”

You shrug, “I’m fine.”

“No, talk to me.” Johnnie pushes and you shake your head, taking a step back, “Johnnie.” You whine quietly and he reaches out to grab your hips, “Baby.”

You snap, the second his hands touch your hips, “Fuck, Johnnie.” You take a deep breath, letting out a loud sigh right before the words spill from your lips.

“I’ve been like this for days, Johnnie. Upset, tired, angry.” You look at him, “Days, and now, when you get home and I’m assuming in the mood to fuck, you want to actually take more than a fucking second to look at me and think hmm, okay something wrong.”

“Jesus Christ.” Johnnie breathes out, “Where the fuck is this coming from? You do know that what I do for work causes me to be busy, right? I mean.” He shakes his head, “I’m pretty sure you knew that coming into this relationship.”

You keep your stare on him, “I knew that part of it, Johnnie. I did. I just didn’t know that you getting a girlfriend with this work meant that it’s okay to just push her away.”

“That’s not-“

“if it’s not what you do then please tell me.” You motion towards him and he takes a deep breath, shaking his head.

“Fucking Christ, Johnnie. Leave me something, give me something.”

“What do you want, y/n?” Johnnie looks at you and you look at him, actually kind of shocked that he would even ask that, and right as you opened your mouth to say something, he cuts you off, “Sorry, that- stupid fucking question.”

You raise your brows, “You push me, and you pull me around, figuratively speaking. And I let you do it because I don’t want to leave.”

“I mean fuck Johnnie. I feel like I’m a speaker that is about to blow because it can’t handle much more bass, my head feels like it’s going to explode but I’m still here, because I love you, and and we’re good, we’re good.”

He looks at you and your eyes meet his, “I fucking love you, and I just.. I’m fucking starving for attention Johnnie. Your attention.”

You feel your throat burn, “I didn’t ever really think that it.. it was too much to ask, but honestly, we need to work on this or you let me out be-“

Johnnie starts talking, and he sounds mad, “You want to leave?”

You sigh, feeling exhausted with repeating yourself, “No, Joh-“ you groan, “I literally just said that I don’t and said why.”

You run a hand through your hair, fighting back the tears harder, “Fuck. Okay.” You take a deep breath and look down, you can’t hold back the tears when you think of the next thing you wanted to bring to his attention.

“I just.. for the last few weeks, I feel like I’ve been balancing on a razor blade around you. I’m supposed to be here to help you relax after a long stressful day. Instead, I just feel like I add to it.”

He shakes his head, “No, baby.”

You keep your gaze on the floor, taking in a quiet breath as you look up and wipe your face, “We’ve been together a year, Johnnie.”

You drop your hands, the slap echoing through the room and he just stares at you, “Our anniversary was yesterday, I waited to see if you’d remember, I even set a reminder in your phone a few days ago.”

You let out a stressed laugh, “I just.. we were doing so good and then it’s like I became one of your friends, your roommate who you occasionally sleep with.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, “How the fuck does that happen, Johnnie?”

At that moment, Jake walks through the door with Tara and you turn away. Johnnie walks up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, “All good guys, we’re just-“

Johnnie walks you to the bedroom and you can tell just from that conversation that Jake and Tara were definitely concerned.

Johnnie shuts the door, and you turn to him, “Why am I here if that’s all we’re going to do? I’m just sitting here waiting for the start of things that I want with you, this happily ever after, with you.”

He stands there, “Well get that, I just..”

“How? Most of the time it just seems choking on your words and swallowing them is just a fast and easy way for you to not actually talk to me. You’re supposed to be my emergency contact, Johnnie. Someone I know will be there for me no matter what. Fuck, the last few nights, I’ve ended up passing out on the couch while you slept in the bed. I just can’t sleep anymore knowing that I don’t know where the hell I stand in your life anymore.”

“I love you.” He steps closer, “Please, don’t judge me for what I’m about to say.”

You look at him confused, “Never.”

He walks you over to the bed, “I forget that I have a girlfriend sometimes.”

You try not to laugh, “Um, okay.” You tilt your head, closing your eyes.

“I’m serious.. like you seen how Jake picked on me. I really haven’t had anyone in my life with the girlfriend label, and I just.. it feels so new to me.”

“So you need me to train you.” You smirk, looking over at him and he rolls his eyes, “I’m not a dog, babe.”

You reach over, ruffling his hair.

He really does have good sex appeal, because now that your villain has settled, all you can think about it making up this argument to him with sex, proving just how much you love him.

Johnnie’s hand slides to your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

Or the other way around.

“I’m so sorry I forgot our anniversary.” He kisses you, continuing to speak In between kisses, “I’m sorry.. that I.. haven’t.. been here.”

He pushes you back onto the bed, moving to straddle your thighs. His hands push your shirt up, gripping your bare waist.

He stares down at you, your hands move to rest on his forearms.

“I’m sorry, I have been shitty. I had a bad day and you caught me at a bad time.” He leans down, lips brushing against yours, “Please don’t leave.” His voice is low, almost a whimper, likes he’s begging.

Your hands slide to his neck, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

The space closes between you and the grip on your hips tighten, “You’re a fucking angel.” He lifts his head, “My angel.”

You smile, biting your lip as he moves to push his legs in between yours. You move them, wrapping them around his waist.

He grinds his hard bulge against your clothed pussy, earning a surprise moan from you,

He kisses down your neck, “Love those pretty sounds.”

He bites down on your neck, earning more of the sounds he wants to hear, “Mine.” He bites down in a different spot, groaning as he grinds against you, “All mine.”

“All yours.” You agree, moving a hand up to tug at the hair at the nape of his neck, “Johnnie, please.” You whimper, “I need you.”

“You have me. All of me.” He kisses up to your lips, “You can always count on me. From here on out, I promise.”

His lips crash onto yours as his hands slide up your shirt, keading and groping at your bare tits, “So perfect.” He pauses, squeezing them slightly rough which gets you to moan out as your back lifts up from the bed, “F-Fuck.”

He sits up, moving to pull the tight, black tee from his body. You bite down on your lip as your eyes scan over his tattoo covered body.

You could never get enough of him.

You hands reach up and you work at undoing his belt, then the button on his jeans then finally, his zipper.

He pushes them down while you work on undressing yourself.

You toss your shirt to the floor and look up at him as you lay back down. His brushes hair from his eyes and you watch as they scan over your face.

He uses his teeth to play with his lip rings while his hand slides up your spread thigh. Your breath hitches when he stops just on the outer edge of your pussy.

You wiggle your hips and a smirk plays with his lips before he drags the tip of his pointer finger up and down your soaked folds.

A gasp escapes your lips and your groan, “More, baby. Please.”

You grip the sheets, clenching around his finger as he slides it in, “Yesyesyes.”

Johnnie leans down, moving to lay beside you. He nudges his nose against your cheek, “after this.. we can do anything you want.”

You nod, glancing down at his finger slowly sliding in and out of your pussy, “Johnnie.” You whine, “Stop teasing.”

He instantly starts to slip in his middle finger and you throw your head back, moaning out as you squeeze your walls around them.

“I’m so sorry. I’m going to make it up to you.” He leans in, kissing your neck as the speed in the thrusts of his fingers picks up, “I’ll do anything you want.”

You reach over, hand wrapping around his cock, “Let me use my mouth on you.”

Johnnie bucks his hips slightly into your hand and he pulls his fingers out before rolling onto his back. He motions for you to come to him and when you go to bend down towards his cock he stops you.

“No, no. I’m making you feel good, too.” He reaches over, laying a hand in your thigh, “Sit on my face and lean that way.”

He points out from him and you catch on, facing away from him before swinging your leg over his head.

He wastes no time with grabbing your hips and pulling your down.

You let out a surprised moan, jumping slightly when you feel his tongue lap over your folds.

You lean down, moaning out as you lay the tip of his cock on your tongue. His hips buck and the grip on your hips tightens as he groans against you.

You take half of him in your mouth, swirling hour tongue as you bob your head.

Johnnie’s head slams onto the mattress away from you, hips bucking toward as he groans, “F-fuck..”. He digs his fingertips into your skin harder, “just like that, baby.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as you take him all the way in, gagging around him as his hips buck, “Shit, shit.” Johnnie lets out a groan, “F-fuck. Okay.”

He taps your hips and you lift your head, breathing heavy as you move to sit next to him.

He pulls you down, tongue slipping into your mouth as his lips press to yours. You moan at the taste of yourself on his lips, pulling him towards you.

He moves back to in between your legs and it wasn’t long ago all before his cock was slipping into your soaked cunt.

His head falls and his lips are against your neck, “Feels so fuckin’ good.” He groans lowly as he starts to thrust.

Your legs tighten around his waist and your chest presses against his, “H-harder please.” You turn your head, lips searching for his as he obeys your request.

His thrusts growing harsher, hips slamming into yours, earning whines and moans from you.

“M’so sorry, baby.” He mumbles against your lips, “I love you.” He groans, a hand coming up to gently lay on your neck.

“I love you.” You lay a hand on his, urging him squeeze harder.

He obliges, squeezing your neck which earns a squeak from you as your eyes roll closed.

Johnnie brings you closer to orgasm with his words, slowing his thrusts down as he whispers sweet and dirty things in your ear, “I love you so fucking much.”

“You’re so tight, fuck.”

“Sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

The band snaps. You cling to him, moans pour from your lips as he releases his grip and moves it down to rub rough circles on your clit, “There ya go, baby. Just like that.”

You roll your hips into his thrusts, whining out as he guides you through your high, “Cum in me.” You whimper out, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy manor, “Please, Johnnie.”

“F-fuck, fuck.” He grips your hips tight and you feel his cock twitch. You bite down on his lower lip and moan out, “Fill my pussy.”

Within seconds, he’s again, obliging to your request, which he will continue to do even after you’re done.

You moan, kissing him as you feel him thrust into you, pushing his cum as deep into you as it will go.

He brings his hand up, thumb brushing over your cheek, “I really am sorry, y/n.”

You peck his lips a few times gently, “It’s okay.” You whisper, biting down on your lip as he pulls out. You sit up, slowly moving to stand up.

As soon as you rise to your feet, Johnnie’s arms are around your waist and his voice is low, “You’re literally the best person I have in my life and I just want you to know that you are my emergency contact.”

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I’m sick today 😭 so can u please do a Matildas x reader sick fic

Poorly Girl - Matildas x reader & Katrina Gorry x Reader

Going into training was something you usually loved to do, especially at national camp, it was something that brought joy to your day. not today though, you had woken up feeling like you had swallowed a million tiny shards of glass and the dull ache that rattled through your head was far from pleasant. So as you walked through the corridor and into the camps breakfast hall, your usually happy demeanour and radiant smile was now replaced with an uncomfortable frown, squinting your eyes to try and ease your headache, quickly realising it wasn’t going to work when you were greeted to the loud chatter coming from the room of aussies.

Avoiding social interaction was extremely unusual for you, especially with the tillies, you normally opting to be one of the loudest out of the group of girls, always making some sort of joke. So when you trudged over to the breakfast buffet and grabbed a few pieces of toast before sitting yourself at the back of the room on what seemed to be the only empty table, the girls quickly realised something was wrong.

You stared at the pieces of toast for a few seconds before pushing the plate away, a wave of nausea flooding over you with the thought of eating, Instead opting to just putting your head on the table and closing your eyes to avoid the bright Australian sun.

Your peace was interrupted with an extremely loud “Oi Oi” being shouted down your ear, quickly identifying the person as kyra as she sat next to you along with a few other people to which you assumed was charli, caitlin alanna and mackenzie, you made a pathetic attempt to lift your head and give a not very convincing smile to group of girls.

All of them circling round, loudly interrogating as to why you weren’t being social or as ‘obnoxiously loud as normal’ as alanna has stated jokingly. You looked around the room hoping to catch the eye of mini to hopefully swoop in and rescue you, your best friend always being there when your friends were being too much, frown only deepening when you couldn’t see her anywhere. Luckily for you though claire and emily had spotted you and saw your dilema, both of them also sharing a look at how poorly you so obviously were.

“thats enough girls, shes clearly not well” Claire stated, distracting the girls while emily gently grabbed your arm to help you up out of your chair, “come on, lets get you back to your room, no training for you today” mumbling a small ok as she silently led you back to your room, tucking you back into bed and darkening the room before leaving, you quickly falling asleep at the sudden silence and darkness.

Around an hour later you woke to the sound of your door opening, knowing instantly who it was as there was only one person who had a key to your room.

“its only me” Katrina stated in a hushed voice as she walked in placing a bag on the desk before emptying its contents to get what she had brought out for you. It was obvious to alot of the girls that you and mini had feelings for eachother, neither if you having the courage to tell eachother though, instead the pair of you remained best friends who where very much inlove with eachother.

“i brought you some medicine and some snacks darling.. oh and obviously the best company ever” she smiled, putting the tablets on the bedside cabinet next to you.

“oh really.. i don’t see harper?” you croaked out with a tired smirk on your face. Katrina let out an offended gasp as she climbed into the bed with you, making you let out a small giggle, your actions making here smile brightly, only your previous laugh was quickly interrupted by a harsh coughing fit. Your throat felt 10x worse now so swallowing the tablets that mini had brought felt like hell.

“c’mere poorly girl” Katrina cooed, pulling you into her embrace , your head now resting on her chest as her arms wrapped tightly around you, one of her hands coming up to brush your hair away from your fever struck face.

The comfort of minis hold had you ready to fall back to a deep sleep within seconds, eyes closing and a satisfied smile on your face, murming out a “thank you mins” before dozing off.

Mini looked down at you, admiring your sleeping state, but also in awe of how somebody so ill could still look so incredibly beautiful before kissing your forehead gently and letting herself sink into her own tiredness, knowing harper was safe and having a sleepover with charli and kyra, and her girl best friend was safe in her arms.

(obsessed with the tillies & mini atm so i loved writing this)

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The Green Light

Summary: Full Story! Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet? Check out the sequel: The Green Light Afterglow.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Light Smut, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Discussions of Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Slight Lactation Kink Reference, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I know this took a while. Thank you all for your patience and I sincerely hope it's okay. Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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“Well, I’ve gotta tell you, my dear, by all appearances you’ve healed just fine.” You let out a sigh as Dr. Wilson, your OBGYN, removes the speculum. God, how you hated that thing. “You can go ahead and sit up.” You watch as he removes his gloves to make some notes on his mobile workstation. “Everything looks good. How have you been feeling lately? Raising four kids is no easy feat, especially when half of them are newborns.”

“Andy and I try to split the shifts as best we can. If he’s helping with the twins then I’ve got the older girls, and vice versa.”

“That’s good. One thing I’ve always liked about the two of you is that you believe in teamwork. You’d be surprised at how many couples don’t.” He makes a few more notes. “And how many hours of sleep would you say you get a night? Ballpark it for me if you can.”

“Um…” You have to think about that one. “Maybe five. Yeah, I would say about five hours a night. And I can occasionally squeeze in a quick nap during the day when the twins are sleeping. It doesn’t happen all of the time, but it’s better than nothing.”

The older man nods his head. “And how are Bianca and Katrina adjusting to the new additions? And by the way, don’t forget that you promised to show me pictures, because I certainly haven’t.” Dr. Wilson looks up from his computer and offers you a warm smile.

“I haven’t forgotten, don’t worry.” You tell him with a chuckle. “And they’re okay. Bianca loves to hold them all the time. And Katrina is enjoying being a big sister – she’s very helpful. She wants to play with them so bad, but she doesn’t quite get that they’re still a little too young.”

“I see. And is she still threatening to put A.J. outside?” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he struggles not to laugh just like he had when you’d first relayed your three-year-old’s initial reaction to your pregnancy reveal.

“Oh, God. She’s only made that threat twice I think since we’ve brought them home. Once when he wouldn’t stop crying. And then again when she wanted to cuddle with me while I was in the middle of a feeding. Other than that, she’s been fine. He’s growing on her.”

“Glad to hear it.” He mutters. “That’s usually how it goes. Give it a few years, and I bet they’ll be the best of friends.”

God, you sure hoped so. Just last night you had a dream about finding your little boy out in the woods. Except he’d somehow grown a beard, making him look like a baby mountain man. And, of course, he had been clutching that damn blankie too!

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I’m officially giving you the all-clear to resume any and all physical activity. If you have any concerns after we’re done here, you know I’m only a phone call away.”

Thank goodness! You couldn’t wait to start working out again. You were tired of rocking stretchy pants and maternity clothes.

Your phone buzzes in your purse as Dr. Wilson finishes up whatever else he’s typing. It goes on for a while before it finally stops, only to resume buzzing seconds later.

If you were a betting woman, and you were, you’d put your money on the person behind all the constant buzzing being none other than your husband, Andrew. You knew he’d been waiting for this day. Your man had been extra giddy this morning. So much in fact that you could’ve sworn he’d clicked his heels on his way out the door.

___

Twenty Minutes Later…

You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car. According to your phone, you have two missed calls from Andy Bear, along with three new texts.

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring.

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes.

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now.

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk.

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long.

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy.

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…”

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt.

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps, with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…”

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

The call ends, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Putting the car in drive, you pull out of the parking lot and start thinking of every argument you could possibly make to talk your sweet, although slightly ogreish, husband out of sexy times and into sleepy times. But there was also something that told you that might not work.

Which meant it was time to come up with a Plan B. And while you were at it, probably a Plan C too.

___

Later That Afternoon...

“This makes me look like an apple with legs.”

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror trying your best not to give in to the overwhelming feeling of defeat. At this point, you’d tried on multiple sets of lingerie – all different styles, cuts, and colors.

And this one had been the only thing that seemed to look halfway decent.

Well, the good news was that your ass was still there. But the bad news? So was your stomach.

“Swear to God…I’m gonna find an ocean and throw myself in it.” You mutter as you stare at your reflection. You let out a resigned sigh as you do a little spin. “Knowing my ass can’t swim.” You gently smoosh your hand against your tummy in an attempt to flatten it.

To be fair, you’d only given birth two months ago and the lingerie you’d purchased was kind of slimming so…

Maybe you were being too hard on yourself. Or, maybe it was still worth trying to convince your husband to settle for an evening filled with dinner and cuddles. You really weren’t in the mood to take your clothes off in front of him at the moment.

Hell, who were you kidding? You could walk around wearing nothing but fishnets and tinfoil and the man would still find a reason to be into you.

Sometimes your loving husband was a man of the hopeless variety.

Plus, while Andrew Barber wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, he would definitely do everything in his power to persuade you. And he could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it.

Yeah. You were probably fucked.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your thick hair, loosening and fluffing your curls. Although Andy would be home any minute, there was still time to throw on sweats and a t-shirt or something.

“Fuck!” You hiss as your eyes well and your bottom lip begins to tremble. The other problem was that, while you were convinced that you needed more time, you also wanted to make your husband happy. But how could you when you could barely stomach the idea of taking off your clothes in front of him.

Just last week, some asshole at your favorite smoothie bar had the nerve to ask how far along you were – his intrusive gaze lingering on your post-baby body. His audacity had caught you so off guard that you were pretty sure that you’d given some unintelligible answer before snatching your drink and running towards the nearest exit.

That one little interaction had practically eviscerated what little bit of self-confidence you had left. And while you hadn’t made specific mention of it to Andy, you might end up doing so – if only to plead your case.

Which was that you were simply too large right now to be sexy, let alone feel attractive. Your skin was too loose, your stretch marks too prominent. And not only that, you were pretty sure that the only reason Andy wanted you right now was because he hadn’t gotten any in a couple of months.

Once his itch had been sufficiently scratched, the haze would clear and then your husband would see your body for what it was. He would understand your need to undress behind closed doors, without an audience. And then he would give you however much time you needed to get yourself back into some semblance of shape.

A lone tear slips down your cheek, which only serves to piss you off more. And although you’re quick to dash it away, another one is soon to follow. The last thing you needed for Andrew to notice you’d been crying. There was no need for both of you to feel bad about the state of things, you know?

With one last shake of your head you decide to throw on your robe and head downstairs to greet your man.

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

___

Ten Minutes Later…

“Baby?” Your husband calls out as he enters the house from the garage. “Baby, I’m home! Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” You go back to busying yourself folding your brand new set of dish towels you’d purchased from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. That store was one of your happy places, second only to Target and Disney World. It also helped that there was one located almost directly across the street from the mall you’d stopped at as well.

Your pulse quickens as you hear him approach, his rapidly falling footsteps coming closer by the second.

“Ah, I found you.” Andy rounds the corner, grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, my gorgeous girl.” His smile somehow grows impossibly wider. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“Well, here I am.” You cast him a demure glance over your shoulder. “Although, I’m afraid I’m probably not much to look at.” Noticing his hands are surprisingly empty, you attempt to change the subject. “I thought you were gonna stop and grab dinner on the way?”

“I was.” He cocks his hip against the kitchen counter as loosens his tie. “But since you didn’t seem all that keen on the idea of surf and turf this morning I figured I’d hold off. Maybe see how we were feeling later this evening.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all my baby has to say about that?” Andy tosses his tie onto the counter before unfastening the top three buttons of his light blue dress shirt. “Just oh?”

“Uh, yeah. How was your day?” You were quickly running out of towels to unfold and refold. If you kept it up you were going to start looking like a lunatic.

“Too long for a man who’s been missing his wife the way I have.” His sensual purr is enough to make you weak in the knees. “It was fucking excruciating, Baby Girl.”

Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye – fuck! Your dumbass just made fucking eye contact!

Your throat suddenly goes dry as the weight of his intense gaze threatens to overwhelm you. Andrew Barber always seemed to have this way about him. Only he had the power to unravel you in this manner.

It was truly a skill that was his alone. But on days like today, it was also a major nuisance.

“Come here.” The gentleness of his tone softens the command.

“Umm…” Instead of doing as you’re told you decide to shove those stupid towels you’ve been preoccupied with into a drawer. Which also happens to be the wrong drawer. Kitchen linens didn’t belong with the cutting boards. Anybody with some sense could see that!

“Sweetheart…” Andy’s voice drops another octave. “Stop fussing with those and come here already. I’d really like to hold my wife.” His earnest plea has your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah. Okay.” You sniffle out, before dropping the towel and making a headlong dash into his waiting embrace. He wraps his brawny arms around you then, tucking his chin into your thick mane of glossy curls.

The two of you stand there without moving. Holding each other close as your hearts beat in time with one another. Andy’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, his palm slowly rubbing in small, soothing circles.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He hugs even tighter as you gently nuzzle your face against his chest, effectively wiping off what little bit of makeup you’d managed to apply earlier. “Tell me, please.”

Aww. Your sweet Ogre had even said “please”.

“Nothing.” Which was also code for everything.

Andy steps back to tenderly grip your chin, his thumb lightly smoothing across your bottom lip. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.” And then he leans in to brush his mouth over your own. “Especially when you’re upset.”

“I know.” The words come out barely above a whisper. “And I’m fine. I just, um…” You go to pull away, surprised when he actually lets you. “I went and did a little shopping today. You know…cuz’ we got the green light. But – well, not the robe. Th–that isn’t new. But once I got it home and really looked at it, I um…” You throw up your hands as everything comes tumbling out in one jumbled mess.

“It just doesn’t fit right, okay? It probably didn’t even fit properly at the boutique when I tried it on and I just didn’t notice. Because the lighting was different and the mirrors are maybe a little more forgiving. Kind of like the ones you find in a funhouse. Except all of them were super flattering. Not like the one we’ve got in our bathroom here at home. Which…I mean that’s probably how they get ya, right?”

Your husband lifts a quizzical brow as you continue to ramble and slowly back away. You knew there was quite literally no possible chance you could manage to outrun your handsome attorney. But that didn’t mean you weren’t above giving it the old college try.

“So, I’m just gonna go upstairs and peel this ugly thing off. That way neither one of us has to even bother looking at it.” You finish rather lamely.

“And why exactly do you think I wouldn’t want to look at you? How about you explain that one to me, please?” Andy growls, jamming his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“Because I don’t like the way I look right now and I’m pretty sure that if I show you, then you won’t either.”

Andy stares you down, the muscle ticking in his jaw. But you were beyond caring at this point. Right now was about acknowledging the truth regarding your body and the level of comfort you had with it.

“That’s bullshit, baby.” He rakes an impatient hand through his hair, moussing the auburn strands. “You know I love the way you look. I fucking adore you.”

“And that last part may very well be true, Big Man.” You concede, toying with the material of your robe. “But I, um...” A lump forms in your throat, but you force yourself to press on. “I do believe you love the way I look when I’m pregnant, yes. So do I…mostly. And you also love the way I look when I’m not pregnant. As in, after I’ve lost a healthy chunk of the baby weight.”

“What in the–? I mean, Jesus fucking Christ!” Your husband cuts himself off mid-sentence as he rocks back on his heels – as if stunned by your admission.

“I’m saying this wrong.” Good lord, you needed to get a better handle on the direction of this conversation. “Fuck! I know I am. But I don’t feel very good about myself right now. I don’t want to take off my clothes. I don’t want you to see me in this lingerie. Because I am almost entirely convinced that once you do – once you see all that I’m currently working with – you will change your mind about wanting to sleep with me.”

“You don’t mean that.” Andy scoffs under his breath, which you ignore.

“And if I see that…if I see that switch flip behind your eyes when it finally clicks just how unattractive I truly am…I don’t think I could handle that.”

As hard as this was, it was important for you to make him understand. And once you were finished, perhaps you could cook the two of you something for dinner. After that you would simply settle in and enjoy an easy, child-free night.

“Meaning?” Andy grunts.

“Meaning, I’m not taking off this robe tonight.” You blow out a weary breath as your hands go rest on your hips. “In fact, I don’t even know why –”

“Are you finished yet, sweetheart?” Your husband finally interrupts, apparently having had enough of your tirade. “Or do you have more? Because I’ve gotta tell you, as nice as it is that you think you’ve decided all this shit for us, your Daddy has quite a bit to say. So, are you fucking finished?”

“Y–yes.” That strange lump in your throat is back. “But I –”

“Stop. If you’re going to be done, then be done.” Andy interrupts again, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. “Baby Girl…I know what you’re doing. Even if you don’t, even if you can’t see it. I do. And I’m going to put a stop to it right now.”

“I’m just telling us both the truth!” You cry before you can catch yourself.

“No. You’re feeding us both lies. And I won’t stand for that shit. Not for another goddamned moment. I–I just won’t.”

The passion in his voice is enough to temporarily silence any forthcoming protests.

“And what’s more,” Andy forges on, “you’re not giving me even a shred of credit here. Which, and I’ve gotta be real honest with you here, kinda pisses me the fuck off.” Now it’s his turn to sigh, although this one is filled with exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at your toes.

“Look. At. Me.” The authority in his tone has your head snapping up immediately.

“Have I ever, and I do mean ever, in all the years we’ve been together, given you any indication that you are anything but beautiful to me?” He takes a step towards you, even as you take one back. “I quite literally worship the ground you walk on, sweetness. Which means that I occasionally notice things, even when you think I don’t.”

Your husband takes another step towards you, and then another. He’s getting closer, purposely crowding you with his big body – essentially trapping you like the predator that he was.

“There has never been a time, not once, when I have been less than hopelessly attracted to you. I want you all of the goddamned time. And, you know, maybe I should seek professional help for this shit, but I don’t want to. I don’t need to. Because I love my wife. I adore every single inch of you.”

You jump when your back collides with the refrigerator, the cool surface of the stainless steel appliance piercing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

“So what is it, Baby Girl? What is that you’ve got under there that’s got you so convinced I’m going to be disgusted by what I see.” Andy levels you with a pointed look as his hands go to gently grip your biceps, caging you in. “What is it you’re trying to hide from me?”

You close your eyes when it becomes too hard to look at the man you loved more than anything - the man who was surely about to become your undoing.

“While I appreciate your so-called brand of honesty, sometimes it hurts me when you talk about yourself like this. When you doubt yourself in this way. When you doubt me. Doubt us.” Andy briefly rests his forehead against yours before continuing.

“How am I supposed to help you battle these insecurities if you won’t even let me in the ring, sweetness? Sometimes you make it damn near impossible to – fuck!” He hisses, breaking the almost tender embrace before reminding himself to pause. “Okay.”

“I–I’m sorry, Andrew.” This time you don’t bother trying to fight back the tears when they come. Instead you decide to let them fall, realizing that it might finally be okay to let your husband catch you.

Before you broke completely and shattered into a hundred-million little pieces.

“Why on earth are you apologizing to me right now?” He cups your face with his hands as he brushes your tears away. “I’m not shaming you. I’m just…” He takes another calming breath. “I’m just talking to you. I thought we were expressing how we felt about things, weren’t we?”

“Yeah.” You give him a quick nod as more tears make their way down your cheeks.

“Okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Then will you trust me to show you something?” Again you nod before allowing him to lace his fingers through yours and pull you in the direction of the hall.

“Wh–where are we going?”

“Hush.”

He leads you down the hallway in silence, not stopping until you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror located in the foyer. And then he reaches around to undo the knot on your robe, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at your feet.

“Well, would you look at you? Is this pretty little thing what you bought for me today?”

“Mmhm.” You breathe, resting your head against his broad chest while your man looks his fill. Andy smooths his hands up and down your sides, lovingly kneading your ample curves. “It was the only thing that I felt, um…like it might be okay.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Baby Girl.” Andy playfully nips at your ear. “You still trust me? Okay, good. Then let’s take this off, too.” He reaches for the skirt of your lingerie.

“But why?” You whine, attempting to wiggle out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, your Big Man refuses to let you go. “Wait!”

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” Even though he’s pushing you, you can tell he’s also trying to keep a lid on his patience. “We both have. You got to make your case back there in the kitchen, young lady. Which means it’s now time for your Daddy to make his, don’t you think?”

While you weren’t quite sure where this was going, you also weren’t sure if you were ready to use your safe word yet. If that particular rule even applied right now.

“I – alright.” You concede before lifting your arms so that he can help remove the flimsy garment, leaving you naked and bare to his gaze. Goosebumps rise on your vulnerable flesh as you shiver, but it’s not from the cold.

Safe to say, catching a chill was the last thing on your mind. You just wanted to get this shit over with, whatever it was, and then move the fuck on already.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me, little love.” Andy purrs, lightly running his fingers through your curls. “I want to show you what I see every time I look at you.”

It takes you a moment, but eventually you’re able to do as you’re told. But instead of focusing on your own reflection, you choose to look at your husband – taking comfort in the warmth radiating from him.

You wanted to trust him. You really did.

“Thank you. Now, I want you to do your best to hear me.” Andy begins as his hands come up to rest themselves on your shoulders. “You are gorgeous no matter what size you are. And I am consistently awed by the fact that you, my darling wife, just gave birth to two healthy babies a little over eight weeks ago. My babies.” You receive a tender kiss to the back of your neck.

Your lower lip begins to tremble of its own accord. But this time you don’t look away, instead you follow the path of his fingers as they trail their way down your body.

“It’s because of you, and your magnificent little body, that I’m lucky enough to have four pieces of heaven running around this house, making noise and causing chaos. Giving me both a reason to live again along with a few new gray hairs at the same time.”

You watch as he lifts your breasts, hefting the erotic weight of them in his palms. He gently massages them, completely unfazed by the light dribble of milk leaking from your left nipple. Instead you’re treated to another roguish grin as his tongue darts out to greedily lap up the stray drops from his knuckles.

“Fucking delicious. But stop trying to distract me, baby.” He rasps, his tone just shy of teasing. “We both know you’re not quite ready for me to feast just yet.” And then he winks at you, which suddenly has your legs feeling like jelly.

Although you flinch when his focus shifts to your belly, the pads of his fingers tracing along one of your more prominent stretch marks. He keeps his touch light - bordering on reverent - as he marvels at the angry stripes painted across your skin.

The ones formed out of a natural bond built between a mother and her children.

“I love this part of you. This part right here where you – aw, no. Please don’t look away from me, honey.” Andy moves to kiss away a fresh wave of tears. “Let me see those eyes.”

“I…I...” Your mouth clamps shut as you stifle a hiccup. You grant yourself a couple of seconds before opening your eyes again. This time when you do, you gently place your hands on top of his. “I’m sorry. I know, you love this part of me because of the kids. And I get it, I do. But…” You shake your head and give up.

Because something tells you that perhaps you’d be better off just listening for right now.

“Yes, I absolutely love this part of you because of our rugrats, but that’s not the only reason. It’s because, as much as I adore your tight little pussy and that spankable ass of yours, your belly has always been it for me.”

“What?” Now that has your full attention.

“I’m not kidding.” He asserts. “I don’t think I’ve ever shared this with you, probably because I thought I’d run the risk of sounding dumb. But your belly has always been my favorite feature because it’s…it’s my anchor.”

Your husband’s heartfelt admission actually has the nerve to throw you for a bit of a loop.

“I’m serious.” Andy continues, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. “There’s something about whenever the world feels like it’s falling apart all around me and then I reach for you, because that’s what I do. And you’re always there for me, my love. Always.” He gives you a light squeeze. “And without fail, you just let me hold you like this, wherever we are. And I just…I feel better.”

“Swear to God, I’m a grown-ass man, but this part of you brings me so much comfort. I understand the fact that you struggle with accepting your body the way it is right now, especially after welcoming the twins. But please believe me when I tell you that where you only seem to see your flaws, I see strength. I see incomparable beauty.”

Andy takes that moment to fully envelope you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle and burying his face in your hair. You allow yourself to stand there for a little while, drinking in the sight of your devoted husband holding your nude body.

You’ve never felt more loved. More cherished than you did right now.

“Andy Bear…” You whisper, your voice filled with emotion. “I…I don’t quite see what you see. Not yet. But I do think I feel it now. More than I did anyway.”

You let out a surprised yip when he spins you around. His intoxicating blue eyes bore into your own as his hands move to tease the globes of your ass.

“You should know that I wasn’t finished yet, princess. I just spent the last several minutes composing a sonnet dedicated to that greedy pussy of yours. Then there’s those luscious thighs, and that ass. I also never really had a thing for feet until I met you, but I’m particularly fond of those too. I’m prepared to wax poetic about it all because I want you to see what I see.”

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. And when you decide to let it loose, it’s quite literally the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel lighter than you have in days.

It’s enough to make you start crying all over again.

“I love you, Andrew Barber.” You murmur, rising on your tiptoes to take his lips in a brief kiss. “And I know you had what I’m sure was one hell of a speech planned, and while I really hate to cut it short, I’m thinking I might wanna take you to bed now.”

“Oh?” His tone is rife with cautious optimism. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Giving in to impulse, you proceed to tickle his ears. He makes a show of batting your hands away as he playfully dodges your advances – much to your delight. Although he eventually puts an end to things by picking you up and holding you close.

“But can we maybe take it slow?” You ask as you snuggle into his chest, basking in the safety and security of his familiar scent.

“Of course.” Andy murmurs as he spins on his heel and heads towards the direction of the stairs. “We have all night, my precious girl.”

That was the moment you knew without a doubt. The moment you finally believed that everything he’d said, every word he’d spoken to you, had been nothing but the truth.

And later that night, when you collapsed on the bed feeling completely sated with one another, you thanked your lucky stars that fate had led you into the arms of the one and only Andrew Barber.

END

For more about Andy and Reader's first time making love after welcoming their twins, be sure to check out the sequel, The Green Light: Afterglow.

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sirfrogsworth · 8 months

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I guess I'm going to Florida.

Not until December, but I am looking forward to my first plane ride ever.

I know a lot of people hate air travel, but ever since I took a helicopter tour of Branson I have been obsessed with flying. I was just a kid, but my little mind was blown seeing the world from that high up. I've been dying to have another experience like that and I just never got the opportunity.

So I don't really care if it is the worst flight in the world on the worst airline ever, as long as I get to look out that window at the world below, everything else is trivial.

Although I did get the big seats.

Which means I probably won't be getting new tires right away. Sooooo... let's try not to think too hard about that. (Feel free to donate to the tire fund. Or not.)

But that should help make things more comfortable as I stare out the window for 3 hours.

Also, I GET TO SEE MY BEST FRIEND!

I mean, how cute are we?

I was pretty upset because the last time Katrina came to visit me I got extremely sick. I had a horrible reaction to some medication and I was unable to enjoy our visit at all.

Her visit was not long after my mom died and I was taking care of my dad full time and I was so overwhelmed and all I had to keep me going at the time was the thought that I would get to see my favorite person. And my stupid body just ruined it. Aside from my parents passing, I don't remember the last time I was that devastated. The timing was just so cruel. She arrived late at night and I got sick the next morning. I was legit traumatized by that horrible luck.

But now my friends no longer have to come to me. Now that my caregiving duties are over, I can go see them. And I am determined to spend some quality time with my bestie without getting sick this time.

Hopefully I can go see Delling after the new year. We did have a nice visit after my dad died, but I'd love to see them under better circumstances.

I mean, how cute are we?

I just have an endless supply of the most adorable friends.

AND I MUST FLY TO THEM!

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authornina · 11 months

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"Dr. Kat"

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

“Mia make sure you stop at the pharmacy and get your prescriptions before class. I don’t want you flaring up again,” Katrina instructed her daughter.

“I know, mother…” Mia sighed. “I’m not a baby.”

“You will always be my baby,” she responded, pinching her pride and joy’s chocolate cheek.

Katrina had been raising her eighteen-year-old daughter Mia by herself since her husband died shortly after she’d given birth. It was hard for them in the beginning, but she did what she had to do to give her baby a decent life.

Mitchell whom everyone called “Mitch,” was born and raised in Pepper. He met Katrina on a night out at the scope, where people just had their cars booming and girls walked around trying to get chosen. When his eyes laid on Katrina, he couldn’t get over the square beauty. He knew immediately that she didn’t belong out there with all their hoodlum asses and he was right. One of her friends had dragged her along.

Mitch approached her and Katrina was so shy. He tried to get her number, but she told him her parents didn’t like boys calling the house, so he gave her his. Sometimes she called and sometimes she didn’t. For a while, she ducked and dodged him until she gave in and let him take her out.

One date turned into twenty and they were inseparable.

Mitch loved that she was a good girl and green to his way of life.

The first time he brought her to Pepper, Katrina held onto his arm tightly while he introduced her to several people. He knew it was overwhelming. The loud music, kids out after dark, weed smoke, and foul language but she wanted to know him and Pepper…Pepper was him.

It wasn’t her usual environment but for Mitch, Katrina adjusted. After a while, she didn’t mind hanging around his friends. She even drank and smoked sometimes.

Their love was special and Katrina, although fighting it in the beginning, knew Mitch was her one. So, when she turned eighteen, he married her and gave her his child. His one and only.

Katrina’s family didn’t support the union and like many other girls from the other sides of the tracks who’d found their way to Pepper, she was disowned but he promised to always be there for her and their child.

Mia’s birth changed Mitch for the better. He couldn’t believe he had a daughter and would spend hours simply staring at her. She was a replica of him but in girl form.

When Mitch died, it shattered her world.

Not even two weeks after their baby girl was born, he was sadly gunned down.

It nearly broke Katrina in half because he was all she had.

But for Mia, she forced herself to push through the pain. Her baby girl was the strength she needed to keep going.

Katrina not wanting to start over even though the neighborhood wasn’t all that great, decided to stay and thug it out. It was the best decision she made because eventually they were given renovations and Pepper had been elevating ever since.

Raising Mia alone wasn’t easy while trying to finish her advanced training as a registered nurse and working during the week to keep a roof over their head and food in their stomachs.

Katrina usually kept to herself not socializing much, but everyone knew her and little Mia as she was friends with many children in the neighborhood and because of her late husband who was pretty popular. She used to hang out and such before they had their daughter but after, Katrina took her role as a mother pretty seriously and gave up the wildlife.

One day, Karina found herself in a bind. She’d gotten her days mixed up and didn’t realize she had to work so when her boss who was already tired of her lateness and call-outs called asking if everything was okay and would she be coming in, she nearly had a conniption because she needed her job.

Not being able to find a babysitter at the last minute, Katrina went to the only person most people in the neighborhood trusted with their children. Sunny.

On the way up the street, she could see a bunch of kids in front of her door, while Sunny, her sister, and Tori sat on the porch smoking. Her baby daddy and his friends were playing loud music from their cars which she hated because it was unnecessarily loud. Little Oak sat on the step with headphones on, and a drawing pad in his lap tuning the world around him out.

“Hey Sunny,” Katrina spoke, adjusting the bag on her shoulder while holding six-year-old Mia’s hand.

“Hey, girl—ah!” she, Tori, and Trixie screamed while ducking for cover. “Travis don’t make me whoop your ass!” Sunny shouted at him after they were almost taken out by water balloons. “Senior get your son before I hurt him!” she yelled to her boyfriend who sat in his car unbothered with the door open, smoking a spliff and bobbing his head to the music.

“I’m just playin’ momma dang!”

“Leave your mother alone nigga,” Senior told his son. “All y’all go up the street with that shit,” he instructed, Travis, his nephew Player, his second oldest Daun, and godson Frederick.

“Anyway,” Sunny rolled her eyes. “Wassup girl? Hey pretty Mimi…”

“Hi,” Mia waved shyly.

“I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if you could keep Mia for me…just for a few hours, I forgot I had to work today and—”

“Katrina, girl,” Sunny cut her off. “You know I will keep her for you, I told you that shit back when Mitchell passed that you wasn’t alone out here.”

“Facts,” Senior agreed. “You good and shit?” he asked. Mitch was a good friend of his and his death was felt around Pepper.

“Yea,” Katrina nodded. “I’m okay…but thank you, Sunny, so much.”

“Come on up here Mia.”

“Hi Oak,” she spoke passing him along the way, but he couldn’t hear a thing.

“I’ll be back around eight o’clock to—”

“Go do what you gotta do, this baby will be fine,” Sunny said, rubbing Mia’s cute little pigtails.

That was the start of a friendship Katrina never knew she needed. “If I’m not here when you get back, she’ll be with big momma and you know she don’t play that shit, so Mia in good hands.”

Katrina believed that because Ms. Pepper wasn’t the one or the two to try. She ran her household with an iron fist and even banned Sunny from her own children when she thought her daughter was messing up.

Although Sunny was much wilder and engaged in things she couldn’t see herself doing, she respected her and appreciated how she would help her with Mia and treat her baby as if she were one of her own.

When she got an official job working as a registered nurse, Sunny and Senior threw her a party and everything to celebrate her accomplishments and not giving up after Mitch passed. It was the first time since he died that Katrina felt free again. She had friends and they were supportive.

Every day even on school days, she’d drop her baby off and Sunny or her mother would get Mia together with the other children for school or keep her on the weekends.

Katrina would be forever grateful to the Allens for all they’d done for her and Mia.

Now at eighteen and in college, Katrina couldn’t thank anyone but God and her community for seeing them through. Mia was beautiful, smart, and had a good head on her shoulders. Although she was now rumored to be dating Truck, one of Sunny’s boys much to her dismay, her baby girl was perfect.

“Have a good day at work ma,” Mia said, kissing her mother’s cheek. She usually kept the car while Katrina worked a twelve-hour shift especially when she had class.

“You too baby, call me, beep me—”

“I know Mom…” Mia laughed. “I’ll be fine,” she said with the most beautiful smile. Her mother was a worrier and always stayed on top of Mia because she was her only baby. A lot of violence and nonsense had been going on lately and Katrina just wanted to know her baby was safe at all times.

“I love you,” Katrina gathered her things, getting out of the car. “More than anything in the world.”

“I love you too mommy, I’ll text you when I make it to class.”

“Okay, baby…”

Katrina shut the door and watched as her daughter turned the corner. She sighed and mentally prepared herself for a long night.

Being a nurse wasn’t easy, but it paid the bills and kept them comfortable. She owned her home and car while being able to put Mia through school with little to no help from federal aid.

After four hours on her aching feet, Katrina sat down at the nurse’s station for the first time since she arrived. She was working the emergency department tonight and it had been non-stop.

“Hey girl,” her co-worker, Neil spoke. “It’s busy as hell tonight.”

“I know and mostly everything was major.”

“Somethin’ in the air tonight,” he pursed his lips, rubbing hand sanitizer on.

“We got another one!” an EMT alerted as they pushed an unrecognizable victim through the doors.

“Damn,” Neil fussed, putting on gloves. “I just sat my ass down.”

Katrina was trying to get in where she fit in as everyone crowded the victim while trying to get her into the back.

“What happened?” Dr. Troy asked, stepping into the room to assess.

As everything was being explained and Katrina was following the doctor's orders, something fell from the victim’s hand onto the floor.

Slowly, with a shaky hand, she picked up the gold necklace with Mia on it.

It was the necklace Mitch had gotten for their daughter when she was born.

Katrina slowly looked up at the bloody hand as the flatline played loudly

“We need a crash cart!”

“Mia…” Katrina whispered, somehow finding her footing to stand. “Mia?”

“Katrina, what’s wrong?” Neil noticed the tears streaming down her face.

“MIA!” she screamed. “This is my baby!” she pushed people out of the way to try and see her daughter, but her face was bloody, and her nose looked to be detached from her face. “MY BABY!”

“Get her out of here,” Dr. Troy instructed. “Mia stay with me.”

“NO!” Katrina screamed as Neil and another nurse tried their best to remove her. “That is my baby!” she yelled with her hand out. “Please God, not my baby!”

“Katrina,” Neil held her tightly finding himself emotional. “I am so sorry…”

“My Mia…” she sobbed. “That’s my baby…”

Everything stopped when her daughter was declared dead at 10:07 PM.

No one knew what to say or do.

Katrina wouldn’t move from the spot she sat inside the on-call room.

“Is there anyone we can call?” Dr. Troy asked, wanting to personally handle his nurse. He’d been working with Katrina since she started and couldn’t imagine the pain she felt at the moment.

“Mia…”

“Katrina…” he sympathetically replied. “I am so sorry.”

“Mia…”

Hours later, Sunny appeared at the hospital. Neil had taken it upon himself to go to her home and figure out someone that could care for her at this time. When he arrived, his unknown presence definitely alerted the residents until he began explaining himself.

“Katrina…” Sunny sat her bag down, slowly approaching her friend. “I’m here…”

“Mia…”

“Yea,” Sunny sniffled. “Mia…she’s…she’s gone.”

“NOOOO!” Katrina shouted dropping to her knees.

“I’m so sorry,” Sunny held her in her arms, rocking her from side to side. She couldn’t imagine the pain her friend was feeling. Losing a child was something she never wanted to experience in her life. All of her children had better go after her because Lord she didn’t want to ever feel what Katrina was right now. “It’s gonna be okay, I got you…I got you…”

“My Mia…”

“I know baby, I know…”

When Mitch died, she still had Mia.

Now that Mia was gone, Katrina had no one.

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lorenzo-zanetta · 2 months

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February 2024

Ten minutes to eight, Lorenzo stepped out of his sleek silver Mercedes Benz, handing the key to the valet. Thanking him, a doorman stepped up to graciously usher the dark Italian into the lavish building, its lobby gleaming in marble and gold.

"Good evening, sir," greeted the concierge from behind the counter. He smiled politely at Lorenzo, standing at the ready. "How may I help you?"

"My name is Lorenzo Zanetta," Lorenzo informed the man. "I'm here to see a Katrina Owens from Houston Advisory," confidently providing a fake name to one of New York's biggest realities, giving the man opposite no chance to question his purpose. With one swift nod, the concierge made quick work on his computer, soon finding the visitor's name and directing him to the eighteenth floor.

The trip to the upper levels was quick, and soon, Lorenzo was walking out into an immensely spacious — but empty office — floor space.

"Thinking of retiring to a 9 to 5?"

"And be like you?" Lorenzo quipped, having no need to see who it was. He knew that voice from anywhere. "No, thanks."

"Then why did you ask to meet here?" Crossing the room from behind the shadows, Giovanni Fiore soon stood side by side with his childhood best friend, hands in his pockets and a grim look on his face.

Though the two were currently at odds with each other given what had recently happened between Lorenzo and Giovanni's youngest sister, Vienna, they had agreed there were much bigger problems to attend to.

"Precaution." Lorenzo didn't feel the need to elaborate. By his tone alone, he knew Giovanni understood; not only did they need a private place to talk, but an alibi in case questions arose. "Does Nic know you're here?"

"No," Giovanni replied. "I didn't want to... get her upset."

From the tone of his voice to his reflection on the window, Giovanni's concern was hard to ignore. But Lorenzo himself was at a loss with what he could say to comfort his friend. Knowing his own father and what the man was capable of was petrifying enough, but to have recently learned of why Giovanni had to disappear from Nicola's life six years ago was a whole other thing completely.

"So... what's our plan?" There it was — the dreaded question.

Lorenzo had to take a minute, as if neither of them had already spent hours upon hours wondering if there was even an answer to such a question. Standing there felt like he was eighteen again, plotting with Giovanni on how they could explain having been caught throwing a no-parent party in Laglio. But things have changed since. Lives were on the line this time. Literally.

"Honestly," Lorenzo exhaled in quiet defeat. "I think we should just come clean with it." Finally turning to face his best friend, he could see his clear apprehension mirrored in Giovanni's face. "I mean, I know there are risks involved," he started, garnering a derisive snort from his friend, "but if Nicky stands by you, with child, what is he going to do, gun her down, too???"

But even as he said it, Lorenzo wasn't so sure himself. Would Antonio still carry out his old threat to Giovanni once he finds out his daughter had found her way back to her lover? Could he submit her to the same, if not worse, fate as he did six years ago? They'd almost lost her then; how far would he go to defend his ego over his love for family?

"I don't want to run from this anymore," Giovanni said at last, his voice quiet but determined. "I'm so tired of running. But I'd do anything to protect her and our baby..."

"Then we tell him," Lorenzo decided as confidently as he wished he sounded. "I'll be there, too. If not for your protection, at least to remind him of what he stands to lose," he murmured darkly. "I'm sure we can all agree that the last thing we want is for Nicola to get stressed and have her risk losing another child..."

"No," Giovanni turned away, his face growing somber. "Never again..."

* All conversations are in Italian.

#[ lorenzo zanetta || narrative 04 ]

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octopanko · 8 months

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SPLATOON OC ASKS ARE OPEN!

Because I have brainrot and am writing a big ol’ OC story, I’ve decided to open up asks for any of my characters! Below will be some rules for asks, and under the cut will be brief descriptions of all the characters available for questions, because I don’t expect anyone to remember all of them or go scrolling through all my posts to figure out who is who.

This will be updated if/when I create more OCs and their references are posted.

RULES:

* You can ask them any questions, give them things, dare them, and other stuff!

* Please specify if you are asking a certain character(s), so I don’t get confused on who to have answer. If I’m not sure who it’s meant for, it’ll likely go unanswered.

* The only things I won’t allow are NSFW questions. As a general rule, if you wouldn’t ask a person irl about this/to do this, don’t ask them. If it's really bad, you might end up blocked.

* If you have questions about my characters/story meant for me, you can ask those as well! Please just specify if it’s a question for me! Please note that questions for me will likely be answered before questions for characters, as I plan to draw characters' answers.

All asks take place after the story mode of Splatoon 3!

CHARACTER DESCRIPTIONS (in order of left to right, top to bottom)

Katrina: red haired Inkling. Big of heart, dumb of ass. Loves fried food. Usually gets herself injured in stupid ways doing stupid things. Agent 4 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Older sister of Rook, and best friends with Neil, Lora, and Hydra. Queer platonic partner of Capri.

Neil: teal haired Inkling. Stoic and serious. Keeps Katrina in check (while arguing with her all the while). Always dragged into doing Katrina’s stupid ideas. Best friends with Katrina, Lora, and Hydra. Agent 5 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

Waffles: yellow and purple haired Inkling. A fun-loving and naive kid who probably shouldn’t be allowed to participate in Turf War but does so anyways. Will befriend you (threat). The younger brother of Pancakes, and friend of Hydra.

Lora: purple haired Octoling. Aspiring fashionista and the median for Neil and Katrina. Sweetest person you’ll ever meet, but also a bit harshly sisterly. Former Octarian army soldier turned spy and Agent 6 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Best friends with Katrina, Neil and Hydra.

Pancakes: yellow and purple haired Inkling. Seemingly untrusting and cold, but actually a big softie who just doesn’t really understand how to express his emotions. Giant tactician nerd who rigorously studies Turf War maps. Older brother of Waffles, and boyfriend of Hydra.

Capri: orange haired Inkling. Seemingly stoic and serious, but really they’re just tired. Secretly mischievous and silly. Probably watches whatever the Splatoon equivalent of TikTok is all day. Former Agent 3 and Captain of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Queer platonic partner of Katrina. Friends with Neil, Lora, Hydra, and Harper.

Hydra: (he belongs to @austin-the-creechur, but as he’s very important to my character’s stories, he is available for questions!) cyan haired Octoling. Loud, extroverted, and confrontational, but has a heart of gold. Loyal friend and anarchist. Raised in the Splatlands. Has a Smallfry companion lovingly named “Little Buddy”. Agent 3.0 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Best friends with Katrina, Neil, and Lora. Friends with Waffles and Rudy. Romantic partner of Pancakes.

Egg: light orange haired cephalopod. A formerly fuzzified cephalopod, who was rescued by the New Squidbeak Splatoon and later cured. Shy and timid, but tries to be friendly and will probably do anything you ask without questioning it. Friends with Capri, Katrina, Neil, Lora, and Hydra.

Rook: red haired Inkling. Raised by the Salmonids before being reunited with her older sister Katrina, and now resides in Splatsville with her Smallfry friend, Puck. Local "I-lived-under-a-rock" who doesn’t understand inkfish culture. Takes everything too seriously, but is trying to be a little more lax, as per requested by her sister. Friends with Neil, Lora, and Hydra.

Kouser: light yellow haired Inkling. Lives in the desert of the Splatlands that surrounds Splatsville. Another person who doesn’t understand Splatsville culture. Runs on a “dog eat dog world” mentality, and regularly mugs people for food and money. Self conscious about their scar. Has history with Hydra.

Harper: blue haired Octoling. Sassy lil bitch with a talent for rap and music. Will do what she believes is right until the bitter end, and will fight for it too. Cares deeply for her friends and loves doing things with other people. Hates being alone. Throws herself into risky situations without thinking first. DJs for a job as DJ D33P-C. Has seen The Horrors. Agent 8 of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. Friends with Capri, Katrina, Lora, and Neil.

Rudy: teal and pink haired Octoling. Part of a motorbike gang. Sassy and rude to everyone, including her friends, but is only joking towards people she actually likes. Holds grudges like her life depends on it. Fiercely protective of her friends, and is not afraid to throw hands at anything. Friends with Hydra.

Chipper: orange haired Octoling. Runs a restaurant named Aloha Eats, which Katrina is a regular of. Uses various Salmonid ingredients in her food, collected by striking a deal with and working at Grizzco occasionally. Technically doesn’t have a license for it, but can provide ability-boosting food and beverages.

#feel free to reblog this!#splatoon #splatoon oc #waffles splatoon ocs #splatoon 3 #splatoon art #splatoon fanart #splatoon 2 #octoling #salmonid #inkling #oc ask #oc ask blog #ask ocs #splatoon ask blog

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nerdy-prudes-must-age-regress · 1 month

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hi! Here's my ocs age regress head cannons (I'm sorry it's so long I've grown so attached to them)

Katrina Kacey and kelly age regress headcannons

Katrina:

-she's 35 and regresses 10-12

-even regressed she still feels the need to protect her sisters (there home life is terrible)

-she loves to talk. She hardly ever does on a regular day cause she's deaf in one ear which makes conversation scary for her so when she's little she will talk about anything and everything for hours cause she's not bothered by her deafness as much

-her primary cgs are linda gerald Gary and becky-when she regresses wiggly will kinda show up and regress with her (that's a whole other list of headcannons I can send if you want)

-she loves to build. Like Linda and gerald have bought her like every lego friends set in existence

-whenever she’s little she goes to the monroe house cause it's kinda like an escape for her since it's so different from her everyday life

-linda and gerald even made her her dream kids room

-sometimes she'll play with river. But the other boys make her nervous

-sometimes when she gets really exhausted from talking gerald will carry her to her room and linda or Becky (sometimes Gary when it's just him and gerald) will cuddle with her while she rests

-likes to be called Katty darling and sweetheart

Next is kacey

-kacey is 28 and regresses 6-9

-she works at ccrp. She never wanted anyone to know but one day ted was being well Ted and she had a deadline she didn't know about and started regressing so she ran off mid conversation with Charlotte and Bill. They followed her and thats how they found out

-eventually they helped her tell paul and emma

-her cgs are obviously Charlotte bill Paul and emma

-once Mr Davidson and Melissa took care of her while the others were away on a business trip. They don't speak of it cause she's embarrassed

-she likes to be sang to so Charlotte and Bill will sing to her when she gets tired

-she has terrible arthritis so bad most of the time she needs crutches or even a wheelchair to get around so when the pain gets really bad she has terrible meltdowns.

-these meltdowns are the reason Charlotte bought a weighted blanket and multiple heat pads (the pressure and heat makes the pain more bearable)

-she hates uses her crutches when little so Bill or Paul usually have to carry her around

-she likes painting and drawing when little so she'll set up in Charlotte or bills living room with a movie and just draw or paint for hours

-she has a service dog that somehow just knows when she needs to regress and immediately grabs one of her cg

-for some reason she'll also just like Lay on her back on the floor and stare at the ceiling they aren't really sure why but she giggles a lot when she does it so they're fine with it

-she also loves playing superheros with paul and emma

-she likes to be called ace kid and sweety

Finally kelly:

-she's 18 and regresses anywhere from 1 to 5

-primary gcs are steph grace pete Ruth and sometimes miss holloway and duke

-she was scared for her friends to find out but then she found out Richie regressed and slipped in front of them and they were so sweet about it cause she regressed pretty young

-she does not talk at all when little. She doesn't talk a ton anyway but when little she goes completely non verbal will not make a sound

-she likes when grace sings to her even though it's church songs

-most of the time she'll just sit in front of the TV with one of her cartoons on

-her favs are bluey and backyardigans

-she's blind in her left eye so whenever she walks she gets way more clumsy and will just run into walls

-they are all very concerned so someone usually pete has to go with her wherever she goes

-she also gets very picky and will only eat like stephs grilled cheese sandwiches and ruths French fries

-she likes to be called kels bub and angel

Again sorry it's so long your the first person I've told about them and they are precious to me. Thank you for bring a safe space!

OH MYYY I HEART THEM ALLL <333 also. Wiggly. I heard about wiggly. Say more :3

And, it’s completely ok! I get a tad bit overwhelmed from long messages w/o warning so Ty!! And, lastly, your absolutely welcome! I believe every fandom deserves a safe space for anyone(or at least to the non-toxic side), and I want to be someone to help with that <3

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ussjellyfish · 3 months

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20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @mylittleredgirl, who has been a good cheerleader friend for like 20 years now. That's wild.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 428.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 2,852,289

3. What fandoms do you write for?

112 - Once Upon a Time (though not lately),

81 - Star Trek the Next Generation,

78 - Star Trek Discovery,

75 - Star Trek Voyager,

42 - Agents of SHIELD.

And many others. The forecast is for Discovery to take the top slot.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Two really long (100k plus) Once Upon a Time babyfics, one Game of Thrones little what if one shot where Catelyn saves the book, one little femslashy Game of Thrones oneshot with really nice poetic language, and a Once Upon a Time Dragon Queen babyfic that might be one of the best things I've ever written.

(Write a really long fic in the most popular ship of a pretty big femslash fandom and one goes get a LOT of kudos).

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try. I get tired, I mean to respond. I forget, I get overwhelmed. I'm trying. I have... 2507 unread comments on Ao3 going back over 8 years. I'm not doing terribly well, but I try.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When I the starry courses know Star Trek Voyager: Kathryn Janeway/Borg Queen.

Janeway sacrifices herself to the Borg to save her crew. It's pretty dark.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them? Without Knowing How, perhaps, because characters who were dead in canon wake up in an AU where they're married, happy, and have a baby, and they're really sweet in how they just roll with it. (Philippa Georgiou/Katrina Cornwell, Star Trek Discovery).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really...once someone wrote a fic about how much they hated a threesome I was writing (a few other people were them too, and it was fun). Once Upon a Time was a wild fandom. I did take it very personally at the time.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

sometimes, I prefer foreplay and flirting and all the things that come after the smut. Smut does lead to babies sometimes though so...I have to write it. Sometmes I'm in the mood and sometimes I'm not.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Stargate Atlantis and Star Trek the Next Generation, which was nice, all the characters are kind and thoughtful and the tech going back and forth was fun.

Hilariously that fic got linked on some forum about starships where they critiqued my starship combat.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! There are a few on ao3.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

A livejournal friend and I cowrote two Janeway/Chakotay fics, back in the day, and they were so fun. They're very soft.

I was Janeway, B'Elanna, Seven and Tuvok. She was Chakotay, Tom Paris, the Doctor and Harry Kim.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Kathryn Janeway/Beverly Crusher probably? All time is hard. I'm much more of a "current time" person.

Currently it's Michael Burnham/Laira Rillak.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have the following WIPs

Universe Travelling 4 year old causes chaos and romance.

Michael rescues her sick girlfriend.

Quantum - (the baby's here, so...how do they go back to work...I need to reread the whole thing to make sure I have all the threads)

Michael gets pon farr.

The first two are for year of the OTP so I have until December 2024 to finish them. I like they, there's a good bit written of both, so that's likely.

Quantum owns my soul, so I will finish that, but it might be slow. I get distracted.

Pon Farr I am working on today! so I feel good.

16. What are your writing strengths?

long character arcs. Dialogue. Soft things with gentle emotions and slow plot.

Character goes on a long emotional journey while she is pregnant and then gives birth under unpredictable circumstances, while being loved and supported. is my thing. It could be on the tin containing my fic.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I don't see things. I don't bother. My fics take place in a void where costumes and setting are barely mentioned.

I don't write intensity, or plot that moves quickly. I get distracted by world building and OCs.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do it. I usually write something about how "she said in Vulcan" or something. I speak some German, some Mandarin, I might try that if I have a native speaker to help me, but likely not.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek the Next Generation!! I handwrote a self insert fic into my journal as a child. I think I was middle school aged.

I wrote a bunch of Sunset Beach on forums, then Star Trek the Next Geration, and one of my oldest internet published fics is on Ao3. That fic turns 23 this year.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ever ever?

Right this moment it's...migrations and other recurring phenomena because I keep rereading it and I like it.

Michael and Laira are trapped in a turbolift and they look after each other, then they flirt and make out and have sex and the desire to have sex is really well done.

Next time I do this meme it might be different, but right now. I really love that one.

(it also does not get enough love, it's good, dammit).

tagging @lonesomehighways, @moomkin77, @purlturtle, @sadmushroomgoblin, @concentfortea, @an-inky-fingered-lass, @thewitchofelpis, @lenfaz @liz-squids @divinemissem13 if you feel like it.

#20 fic questions #about me

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Okay!! What if reader took this and sent it to Andy? It’s obvi Bebe and Koko! Andy would be so sad😂

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CmPrl-5JTKe/?igshid=NTdlMDg3MTY=

Baby Blush

Summary: You send Andy an adorable video of your girls and their playground crush, which sends his blood pressure through the roof.

Warnings: Fluff, Girl!Dad Andy Barber, Mentions of Pregnancy, Allusions to Smut, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own. My sleeping pills have kicked in. I'll do more edits after I wake up.

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"Hey, baby." You smile into the phone as you watch your little BiBi chase her younger sister around the playground. "How are -?"

"Who the fuck was that?" Andy interrupts as he shuffles what sounds like papers in his office.

"Who?" You ask, pretending to be confused about the source of your husband's displeasure.

"That delinquent - the one who was making eyes at both my daughters." KitCat blows you a kiss which you pretend to catch, all the while trying not to laugh. Because you knew exactly who your man was talking about.

Just like you knew that sending him that adorable video would more than likely cause a spike in his blood pressure.

"Oh! You mean the cutie pie?" You chirp into the receiver, taking a sip of your cinnamon spice tea. "Wasn't that just the sweetest thing? And their little blushes..."

"No." Comes his stubborn grunt. "My girls are too young to blush. Especially over some player fresh out of the sandbox."

Tossing your book aside, your hand goes to rest on the swell of your pregnant belly. You listen patiently to your husband as he continues to rant while you keep a mindful eye on your babies as they take turns going down the slide.

"- And like I keep telling you, baby girl, these boys are only after one motherfucking thing! They emerge from the womb with the urge to seek and destroy."

"I know that's what you keep saying. But I would like to point out that he's also only six-years-old, my love." At this point, you can practically hear your Andy Bear raking an agitated hand through his hair.

"So what? I don't care if the kid just got out of diapers, I'm not gonna let some sticky-fingered casanova corrupt my little princesses. Ain't gonna happen." He hisses as he rifles through his desk drawers for something. You secretly hope it's that tube of lavender essential oil you'd accidentally left behind in one of the compartments during his last office get-together.

Shit calmed him down. And it was seriously beginning to sound like he could use a good whiff.

"Well, Andrew, I just spoke with his parents about getting together for a playdate. Turns out, Romeo has a little brother right around Katrina's age so --"

You're interrupted once again with more inane blustering from the love of your life and father of your two, soon to be four, children.

"His name is Romeo? As in 'oh, where for art thou'? And what the hell's his brother's name? Othello? Just no, Y/N."

Blowing out a breath, you decide that there is no point in trying to explain the differences between the two Shakespearean tragedies. Over the years you'd learned that he would eventually tire himself out all on his own.

"Actually, it's Luca. But okay, Big Man."

"Hmph! You keep forgetting that as the head of this household, it's my job to protect my girls, all five of you, from outside threats." You hear what sounds like something being slammed on his desk. Perhaps a paper weight. "And anything with a - a dangling participle is a threat, prepubescent or not."

"Uh huh. You got your oils, honey?" You look down at your nails as you internally try to justify the need for a new manicure. "I'm just curious."

"If I snort any harder, it'll be lodged halfway up my left nostril." He grouses, followed by an exaggerated sniff.

If you looked up the definition of that word in the dictionary, all you would find was a picture of your handsome man's face.

"Very good." With a sigh, you pull the phone away from your ear to check the time. Another thirty minutes and you'd be ready to head home. "You know, since you're the, uh, man of the house, how would you feel about philly cheesesteak sandwiches and fries for dinner tonight?"

"Sounds delicious. But back to this Romeo character --"

"We're meeting Romeo and his family for a playground and coffee date this Sunday at 2:00pm. And before you ask, the answer is no. No weapons, no interrogations, and no threats of jail time or anything involving any other potentially serious legal ramifications."

Had you covered everything? Maybe. Maybe not. Andrew Barber could be a lot sometimes.

"Y/N, sweetheart, I am in charge here." Andy growls, not liking any of what you just said. "And that means -"

"It means would you like waffle or sweet potato fries?" A beat goes by, letting you know that you've got him thinking.

"Waffle." Comes the quiet, bordering on sullen, huff.

"Excellent choice, sir. And speaking of choices, we'll need to leave the house by 1:30 if we're going to be on time for coffee." Standing, you begin to collect your things before attempting to wrangle the girls. "I've gotta hop off and grab the ladies, Big Man. I'll see you at home, but I also feel the need to warn you..."

"Warn me about what?" He growls, not even bothering to hide the fact that he's pouting on the other end of the phone. All six-foot-something feet of him.

"That I've already prepared my closing arguments, just in case you want to go another round about this. And I'm gonna win, with or without a jury."

"Oh, is that so?" Andy snorts.

"It is. Especially if you want me to do that thing you like tonight, or any other night for that matter."

"You talkin' about the thing you do when you wear..?" His voice trails off as his thoughts begin to drift in a different, much naughtier direction.

"Yep. C'mon babies. We've gotta go make something yummy for Daddy for dinner!"

Another beat of silence.

"So...2:00pm on Sunday. Fine." He mutters with a resigned sigh. "But I'm not gonna smile for any of it." You can practically hear the wheels turning in that beautiful mind of his. "And you're wearing the outfit tonight, complete with the heels."

"You've got yourself a deal, Big Man."

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cordelia-street · 2 years

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Bollywood Movie Recommendations!

1.Sardar Udham

Length: 2h 42minute

Genre: Thriller, Crime, Biographical

Plot: Indian Revolutionary Udham Singh wants to avenge those lost in Jallianwala Bagh Massacre.

Starring: Vicky Kaushal, Banita Sandhu, Amol Parashar, Kristy Averton, Shaun Scott.

Notes from me: The acting done by Vicky Kaushal as the titular character is absolutely phenomenal and just tugs at your heartstrings, also the last 40 minutes are absolutely tear jerking.

2. Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na

Length: 2h 35 minutes

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice-of-life

Plot: BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS!!! Two bestfriends Jai and Aditi are obliviously in love with each other until they start dating other people.

Starring: Genelia D’Souza, Imran Khan, Ratna Pathak Shah, Prateik Babbar

Note: COMFORT MOVIE!!!! I love absolutely everything, the connection between the friends, THE SOUNDTRACK!!

3. Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara

Length: 2h 30 minutes

Genre: Road trip, Comedy

Plot: Three friends Imran, Arjun and Kabir go on a road trip across Spain, before Kabir’s wedding and find imperfect flaws in their life, make decisions with the help of these friends and guide their way through life

Starring: Farhan Akhtar, Hritik Roshan, Abhay Deol, Kalki Koechlin, Katrina Kaif

Note: love!! once again a comfort movie, leaves you feeling refreshed and wanting to go on a cross country road trip with yout friends!

3. Haider

Length: 2h 40 minutes

Genre: Drama, Thriller, Action

Plot: An adaptation of the Shakespearean play Hamlet set in modern day Jammu & Kashmir. Haider returns to Jammu & Kashmir to find closure for his father’s death, but the states’ politics situation overpower him.

Starring: Shahid Kapoor, Tabu, Kay Kay Menon, Irrfan Khan

Note: A great movie which does not just portray Kashmir as this “beautiful picturesque scenery” but the harsh political reality of this fractured state, which is not easy to portray. This, in my opinion is one of the best acting performance of Shahid Kapoor’s career. Tabu as always SHINES (she should be stored in a gold vault istg), Kay Kay Menon steals the show with his perfectly sinister portrayal of Haider’s Uncle.

4. Kapoor & Sons

Length: 2h 12 minutes

Genre: Drama, Slice-Of-Life

Plot: Two brothers Arjun and Rahul return home to Conoor to visit their ailing Grandfather. During this stay the entire family discovers just how dysfunctional and fractured their relationships are.

Starring: Fawad Khan, Sidarth Malhotra, Rishi Kapoor, Ratna Pathak Shah, Rajat Kapoor

Note: Albeit a slow 20 minutes in the start, the movie really engages you and makes you uncover the aspects of the Kapoor family with them and makes you realise just how broken and tired of the façade of happiness they truly are.

6. Guzaarish

Length: 2 hours

Genre: Drama, Romance

Plot: Former renowned magician Ethan Mascarenhas is quadriplegic and expresses his guzaarish (request) for euthanasia.

Starring: Hritik Roshan, Aishwariya Rai, Aditya Roy Kapur

7. Andhadhun

Length: 2h 18 minutes

Genre: Thriller, Crime, Comedy

Plot: Akash, a piano player pretending to be visually-impaired, unwittingly becomes entangled in a number of problems as he witnesses the murder of a former film actor

Starring: Ayushmann Khurrana, Tabu, Radhika Apte, Manav Vij

Note: TABU!!! Her portrayal of Simi, the wife of the film actor is so good and entrancing. Ayushmann in the film’s climax shines. The plot twists are chefs kiss.

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fearfam69691 · 7 months

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Okay so I did A poll and you guys chose I write A Colby imagine so please be kind this is my first one.

Colby Brock x fem! Reader

Summary: you and Colby have been secretly dating and Sam, Katrina, Nate and Seth don't know so when you perform in LA they come to a show. This story is based off the song paper rings by Taylor swift

Warning: language, fluff, sexual allusions

You sat on zoom with kat ( this is before her and Sam broke up) and you were getting ready to send her a copy of the new song you wrote for her to listen to. ‘’ ok, so kat I am sending you a copy of the song right now and I want your honest opinion’’ you said to her. She smiled and you could tell she was excited. Katrina had no idea you and Colby were dating or that your new song was about her boyfriend's best friend. While the guys were currently filming a video in Tonopah , Nevada at the Mizpah Hotel Katrina decided to stay behind so when you wanted to let her listen to your new song she screamed. ‘’ so I am the first one to hear your song?!’’ she was so excited. ‘ yes you are! Okay I sent you the link’’ you told her. She clicked on it and the song started.

The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all of the books beside your bed

You saw that kat was smiling and loving it.

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you

Breathe

You could tell she was waiting for you to tell her who the song was about " are you going to tell me who

It's about?" she asked you. "i am not telling you. But I will tell you he is going to be at the show. " you said.

Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night

( Oh) kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright

Three times cause I've waited my whole life

( One, two, one, two, three, four)

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper

Rings

Uh, huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from

Friends to this

Uh, huh that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

" That was amazing! The way you are telling that guy you would marry him with just paper rings. The chorus is amazing! i am just in shock like I want to hear more of it!" she said with excitement in her voice.

Sam, Colby, Nate and Seth just walked through the door and they heard you and kat talking. " dude, why is Katrina yelling so loud?" Sam asked there friends. They continued to listen on what she was saying and trying to figure out who she was talking to. They listened closely and looked at each other " she's talking to (y /n) ." Nate said looking at his friends. Colby's mind found its way thinking about you. No one knew you and Colby were dating not even your best friends. When he herd your voice it reminded him of that time you and him were in his car and driving and singing songs, or that one time it was raining and you and him were walking home and it started raining and he pulled you close and kissed you for the first time.

Sam knew something was up when he went to talk to him about the evidence and saw him zoning out. " Sam do you know what's up with him? " Seth said. " I've never seen him like this." Nate said. Sam got up and jumped on Colby and that got him out of his head. " what the hell Colby!? " Sam yelled. They looked at him and saw him blushing." why are you blushing dude?" Sam asked him." I'm not blushing dude, it's hot in here " he said walking away to the kitchen. They looked and saw the temperature was at 70 degrees and they looked at each other and shrugged.

It's been a couple weeks and Sam and Colby just got back from filming hell week. You knew they would be too tired to cook so you decided to bring them food. You walked to there door and knocked. Katrina opened the door and yelled and hugged you. The guys heard yelling and ran to the living room and saw you there and hugged you. " dude, I'm so excited to see you! How are you?" Colby smiling while looking at you."i missed you so much Colby you have no idea.i also brought food for you all and I got you all surprises!' you said. After everyone ate and they sat down you handed them there surprise. " wait. Are these tickets to your show?" Seth asked you. You nodded and smiled. Colby jumped up and hugged you and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, smiling and savoring this moment you all were having. " you have no idea how long I've been missing you and the way your lips tastes.’’ Colby said to you. "i think I have a pretty good idea now much you missed me by the videos and photos you sent me " you told him. He started to blush and you kissed his nose and smiling at him.

A few weeks go by and it was the day of the concert and you herd a knock against your door, your make-up artist went and opened the door and there was kat looking at you and you saw a tear coming from her eyes as she sees her best friend getting ready for her first concert. When the guys get there and they see you there mouths drop ( your outfit is what is pictured above ). When Colby sees you he smiles knowing they have no idea you and him are dating and now him seeing you dressed up he wouldn't lie if he wasn't getting turned on by seeing you in this outfit." well we are heading to our seats we will see you out there ". You smile at blow bliss at them.

" You all are in for it, this song has to be her best one yet. Plus the guy who it's about is in the crowd and we all want to know who it is " kat said. Colby just was smiling thinking about you, luckily no one was looking at him.

You take A deep breath before yelling " make some noise L.A." you yelled and hearing them scream for you. After singing cruel summer,i think he knows, afterglow your new song comes on. This song is about someone who is here and I love you " you say in the microphone.

The moon is high

Like your friends were the night that we first met

Went home and tried to stalk you on the internet

Now I've read all the books beside your bed

The wine is cold

Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street

Cat and mouse for a month or two or three

Now I wake up in the night and watch you

Breathe

Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night

( oh) kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright

Three times cause I've waited my whole life

( One, two, one, two, three, four)

You could see your friends and boyfriend dancing so you decide to blow him a kiss making him blush

I like shiny things, but id marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from

Friends to this

Un huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

In the winter, in the icy outdoor pool

When you jumped in first, I went in too

I'm with you even if it makes me blue

Which takes me back

To the color that we painted your best friends wall

Honey, without all the exes, fights, and flaws

We wouldn't be standing here so tall, so

Kiss you once cause I know you had a long night

( Oh) kiss you twice cause it's gonna be alright

Three times cause you waited your whole life

The crowd was screaming and singing along and you could've swore you saw people crying which only made you want to cry. You could look at Colby and see how proud he was and him thinking of that day painting Sam's room and after painting it you both had some fun but you never told Sam.

I like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from

Friend's to this

Un huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

‘’You guys you got to pay attention now !’’ kat yelled and looked Colby's way noticing how he was focused on you. She might be playing too much but she could swear this song was about him but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and enjoyed the concert.

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

I want to drive away with you

I want your complications too

I want your dreary Mondays

Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

Uh huh

I like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings

Un huh, that's right

I hate accidents except when we went from

Friends to this

Un huh

Darling, you're the one I want

I like shiny things, but i’d marry you with Paper rings

Un huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want, and

I hate accidents except when we went from

Friends to this

Uh huh, that's right

Darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings, in picture frames, in all dreams

You're the one I want

You're the one I want, one I want

At the end of the song you saw people smiling, some were crying, you saw your best friends and the love of your life. All of them waved and you yelled " thank you L.A. For making the last stop on my tour amazing I will never forget it!’’ and with that your show ended.

You saw Sam and kat come running to you and hugged you telling you how proud they are of you, next you saw Nate and Seth hugging you and telling you now good you did. Then there was Colby who hugged you so tight he didn't care if he got sweat all over him. He looked at you " can I kiss you please " he asked you " you didn't have to ask my love " you told him while he pressed against yours and your friends looking at each other realizing what there seeing and who the song was about. Sam looked at you " what the hell dude! We never keep secrets from each other. And what did you guys do when painting my room?" he asked." were sorry for keeping our relationship a secret but we wanted to enjoy us. And Sam don't worry we cleaned up the mess " you told him. He looked like he saw a ghost." girl we are having a sleep over when you guys get done I want details on everything " kat said you laughed as they walked away. "i love you Colby " you said, "i love you too " he said as you all kissed

Fin

Thank you for reading this! If you want one done tell me and also today 11/27 is Sam's birthday

#colby brock #colby brock imagine #Spotify

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