#(holy fucking SHIT. and i started in june. *JUNE*)

[muffinrag]

oh man. i did it. i found my fucking trade.

#lineworker #i found the school #found all the appreticeship information for the county i live in #im going to start looking at scholarships holy shit #dude it's only two hours away holy shit. it's ten hour days but i could just rent a place down there... #rent's cheap looks like. i'm seeing 2beds for $807 #10 weeks. two and a half months. #spring session april summer session in june #that gives me five months to apply for scholarships & save up at Safeway #this is fucking perfect #once i'm done i can get work with the county and be earning probably $60k a fucking goddamn holy shit #lads. lads. lads. boys. i think i've fucking got it. im going to fucking do it #AUGH ACK HOLY SHIT OKAY #apartments come later. okay time to nail down some goals wish me luck #soliloquy

[savage-rhi]

😭🙌🏻💙

#the gods must’ve heard me #I'm getting calls left and right for job interviews #holy shit #maybe I'll make it to a life boat #before this titanic sinks! #i can start accepting insurance again with my life coach/peer support business #at least in the state of or #its limited but god damn the healthy authotity finally fixed their shit #i can start getting clients again that cant pay out of pocket #hope this is a sign that shit is gonna work itself out #found out too maybe i dont gotta stick this shit out until june #i mean if I can get 5 to 10 clients that have insurance #or are willing to pay out of pocket for services #i can get THE FUCK outta here #all this shit is the little white flag at the end of a golf corse #that gives you hope #even though you keep whacking away and don't score jack #gonna draft some drabbles later #since im not feeling like utter death #anyway wanted to share a good news rant #cause god damn i needed it #happy monday y'all #auntie loves you

[singsweetmelodies]

not me opening up my AO3 stats at 2am and realising that if i post fake dating tomorrow i will officially have written more than 100k of piarles this year 🤯

#my word count is at 96294 at the moment #NINETY SIX THOUSAND #anyways the next chapter is seven thousand words as we speak #SO THAT'LL DEFINITELY DO IT #OVER ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND WORDS OF PIARLES WRITTEN AND POSTED WHAT THE FUCK #WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME #OH MY *GOD.* #(okay well technically it won't be ALL 100k piarles. there's some sewis in there too) #(but that's like. 10k MAX i think) #(and even that has some implied piarles) #(AND ALSO by the time we post the latest piarles bday fics - the 29th 😉😘 - with that + fake dating ch6 i will definitely break 10k) #(which means i truly WILL have posted over 100k of piarles fanfic before the year is out) #(holy fucking SHIT. and i started in june. *JUNE*) #(when i say i have never been as insane about a pairing as i am about them... i mean it. i MEAN it your honour) #(with everything in me) #(good lord holy fucking shit and fuck ME. goddamn. consider me officially blown away)

[love-fireflysong]

I AM A PLATFORMING GOD!!!!!!

(...except not really cause I still need the 38 time trial relics for that coveted 106% 😭)

#crash 4 #holy shit can't believe i finally did #took me for fucking ever but all the n.sane relics are officially mine #now all that's left is to do the time trials and that shiny platinum trophy will finally be mine 😤 #fun thing though is how im supposed to respond if someone asks how long it took me #if we're counting from when i played the game for the very first time back in june #then eight months #but if we're starting from my ps4 harddrive shit the bed and i had to do EVERYTHING over from scratch #(and i mean literally everything like i had 30/38 of the n.sane relics) #then just 4 months #which is funny cause it took me like only a month to get 29 of those n.sane relics the first time #and then THREE MONTHS to get crash landed's #only to lose all that progress the very next day after i finally beat it #that level was giving me so many problems and for absolutely no reason #that being said this time i beat it in like a couple of hours so that was a plus sjkhskdfhsdf #contrary to what i sounds like though i actually beat each level WAY faster the second time around #only reason it took me longer was because i was only playing the game for like an hour a day and not the 8+ i had been doing before #successfully caught up to where i was before the fated crash (hehe) just before the new year #and completed the last eight levels plus the 6 flashback tapes i was missing over janurary #now to see how long those platinum time trial relics will take me lol

[junietuesday]

bro i i dont give a Fuck abt any of these lame-ass “i am your father” or “he was dead all along” twists in movies, if its not luck’s “i bet hes not even scottish” “im english, actually” then i DONT fucking want it!!!!!!

#june speaks #june watches television and such #WILDEST FUCKING MOMENT EVER I LITERALLY STARTED JUST FUCKING CACKLING FROM THE SHOCK HOLY SHIT

[robobarbie]

ROMANCE/ANGST. being the light of nightowl’s life, the most important person to this man, but being just as insecure as him, so when he starts interacting with a pretty person in the server you’re left there wondering if you’re really worthy of him. (i’m projecting again, i’m the anon who sent the nightowl deep dive 5 times, i really hope it doesn’t happen again😭)

side note (this is the most e-dating, discord, online relationship-ass prompt ever)

# general

--- mystic_pizza has joined the server ---

Quest Oh?

nightowl whoa! a new member???

lovelylola hello!!

two2 nice 2 meet u!!

mystic_pizza hehe, hi everyone <3

BIGLADY how'd you find the server? O_O

June Yeah, didn't @BloomBot disable invites?

BloomBot It was getting stale around here.

xyx LMAO

NakedToaster LMAO

salociN Hello ! Mystic Pizza !

onionthief "Stale". That's an opinion for sure.

nightowl ??

onionthief Would just like to know how BloomBot has decided our presence is "stale".

onionthief We've done nothing different, kept chatting at the same rate (I've checked), and always focused on the webnovel to a degree.

onionthief I don't understand how that's "stale".

NakedToaster bro just answered the question by speaking

xyx bro doesn't see what we see

onionthief What?

BIGLADY @mystic_pizza who's your favorite character?

mystic_pizza Damien. So easy.

nightowl oooooooo, mine too!!

nightowl why do u like him?

mystic_pizza i just think he's misunderstood... breakups aren't super straightforward a lot of the time, you know

nightowl I AGREEEEEEEEEE

mystic_pizza like, it's not even up for debate!!! people are just being rude to damien for no reason!!!

nightowl my god

nightowl where have you been...

June hahaha

mystic_pizza are selfies ok btw?

BIGLADY yeah!!

two2 hey bloombot wh y did u always allow selfies?

two2 isn't that like a personal ident thing or someth

--- BloomBot is now offline ---

two2 what..

xyx @mystic_pizza post face so we can read your aura

xyx i got them aura glasses on

NakedToaster that's just not a real thing

xyx wow

xyx post a selfie of yours then and let me read you

NakedToaster fine

NakedToaster

(pic from xiaeom)

NakedToaster read me bitch

xyx holy shit

xyx holy fucking shit

BIGLADY what do you see?? O-O

salociN A very handsome man !

June Salo!! Remember, toasty is NB!!

salociN Oh , my sincerest apologies . I'm still learning.

salociN A very handsome person .

NakedToaster fuck yeah salo, you are so right

xyx no no no. no. all of you, shut the fuck up.

xyx i see

xyx i see a person with

xyx with

xyx with no balls

NakedToaster motherfucker

BIGLADY that's not an aura reading...

xyx absolutely no balls in sight

BIGLADY @mystic_pizza!!!! WHERE'S THE SELFIE!!!!!

NakedToaster yeah xyx's time on earth is a little limited

xyx you'll never find me

mystic_pizza hehe, okay! <3

mystic_pizza

mystic_pizza that's me on th e right

nightowl omg i love ur smile!! so cute!!

BIGLADY agreed!!! U R RADIANT!!! <3

mystic_pizza awww, thank u!!! u are all so nice around here!!!

nightowl we just wanna make sure everyone has a good time u know?

nightowl and damien enjoyers must be protected!!!

mystic_pizza i agree!!

mystic_pizza ah, fixed my flair

nightowl OMG

nightowl U AND ME!!!

mystic_pizza U AND ME!!!! XD

nightowl do u wanna call rq?

two2 can i join?

nightowl YA!

mystic_pizza yea sure hehe

nightowl @lovelylola you wanna call too cutie?

June The "cutie" in chat again..

onionthief Please keep that to DMs.

nightowl blah blah blah

lovelylola i'm kinda tired, i think i'm gonna sleep

nightowl awww okay

nightowl i'll call u later!!

BIGLADY gnight lola!!!

Quest Rest well!

salociN Have sweet dreams !

lovelylola good night!

xyx holy fuck

xyx @mystic_pizza

mystic_pizza yes?

xyx your aura

xyx your aura is just

xyx it's like the color of a

xyx of a war crime

mystic_pizza huh?

NakedToaster i have ur new IP bitch

xyx FUCK

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you close the laptop and sigh. it's okay for nightowl to have fun and meet other people, it's just...

gah. mystic pizza's selfie wouldn't leave your head. they're so cute... and seem to pair up pretty well with nightowl. you're sure the call is just going too well... at least you're assured it won't go too far since two2 is there.

but that's barely a reassurance. nightowl doesn't hesitate to flirt when he wants to, regardless of who's around.

you thrum your fingers on the desk and gnaw on your bottom lip. should you actually join the call? no, then you'd look insecure. do you already look insecure? is everyone wondering if nightowl likes mystic pizza more than you?

you look down at your frumpy clothes with a tired expression. ugh. maybe it's okay for him to flirt, if he wants to. this is what he's stuck with after all. who wouldn't want to flirt with someone who looks like that?

you try to ignore the pang in your chest as you stand up and get ready for bed.

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LOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

#i blacked out then this was on my screen #bp ask #anon ask #nightowl #bp angst hour #does this count as angst hour #LMFAO

[abbysdruidess]

˜”°•.˜”°• headcanons about you and abby's wedding - modern au •°”˜.•°”˜

wc: 1.1k

warnings: wedding w modern au(obvs), crying, tooth rotting fluff, allusions to sex, no use of y/n

a/n: lmk what you guys think of this one and whether you'd like more of reader and Abby in this universe! don't hesitate to send any requests<33

this is sort of on theme with a previous fic where abby proposes to you, this one can be read as a standalone though:))

❦ after the proposal, you guys hurrying too much to get the wedding off the road and on the rails- you're still extremely proud and giddy to call each other your fianceé, and you've sent about 100 pictures of your wedding ring to everyone.

❦ it isn't until one night where you're having dinner over at jerry's that he brings up the wedding preparations and you're like oh shit, you two kinda need to haul ass and start sending invites.

❦ you decided on a small affair, only your immediate families and close friends over. I imagine that in the insistence of your future brother in law Lev you sent out RSVP invitations that were ocean themed with cute little sharkies on the front that say in a vast ocean of people we found each other(💀). A lot of people found them pretty funny though, and Lev was pretty excited about them.

❦ on par with the beach theme of your engagement, you decided to have the wedding on a beautiful beach resort in the beginning of June-not too hot, not too cold;)-with the ceremony and the reception on the shore.

❦ of course, you couldn't leave out the bachelorette party! You and Abby travel to Vegas with your respective friend groups for a weekend of clubbing and partying in general. And lets be fr, someone from either of two groups ends up getting lost and you have to recover him Hangover style. Thank God you didn't arrange for it the day before the wedding.

❦ the days before the upcoming event are mostly a blur, both of you making last minute arrangements about the food, the flowers, the music. Your gown with the final adjustments is delivered and you have to hide it in a fridge box in the basement so Abby won't take a peek.

❦ "But baaabe, I just wanna see what it looks like! You know this stuff about bad luck isn't actually legit." "I know, but it will be more exciting to see the final look at the wedding. I promise you."

❦ finally the big day is here! And let me just say, as a very emotionally constipated person, you'd probably be a little teary eyed all day long. When you put on your gown and look at yourself in the mirror and realise that holy shit, I'm about to marry the love of my life, my Abigail, she wants to spend the rest of her life with me. And this just hits you all at once and a few tears run down your chin.

❦ if you have any wedding traditions from your culture that you'd like to honour, Abby would be 100% down for it. It makes her feel closer to you, and part of the new family she's going to be in. She also really likes listening to its origins and what it's supposed to represent. In my country, we do this thing where the wedding squad writes all their names down in the couples' shoes and by the end of the night whoever's name is the most smudged is the one who's going to get married first. Let's be real, if they did this, it'd probably Manny whose name had almost disappeared and he'd freak the fuck out.

❦ once you're ready to walk down the aisle, and you glance at Abby you let out a small ᵍᵃˢᵖ at the sight, with Abby dressed to the nines and a glowing expression on her beautiful face. Her mouth also formed a little O at the sight of you, ready to become her wife, looking so so happy and a slightly teary eyed.

❦ during the actual ceremony, you two keep stealing glances at each other, smiling kinda goofily like :]. You two are goobers fr.

❦ for the vows, I think the game establishes that Abby is a big bookworm, so she chooses something perhaps from Emily Bronte or Jane Austen. Of course this isn't the entirety of what she wrote, she just finds it more accurate to express her love for you through someone's else perfectly adept words.

❦ once the reception kicks in, you're carefully wiping tears from your eyes so you don't smudge your makeup, and take some photos with the wedding party on the beach. You're accepting everyone's congratulations for your newlywed status, and settling down to prepare for your first dance.

❦ you had decided on dancing to Por Una Gabeza, and had actually rehearsed the slow tango a couple times so your movements are synchronised. By the end of the dance, you're in each other's arms, cheek to cheek simply enjoying the moment.

❦ by the time you've finished you meal, the party is in full swing, and you join in for a few dances until you decide on a cake break and allow Yara to be Abby's dancing partner. By the way, your wedding cake? Exquisite, chocolate ice cream with strawberry.

❦ I also imagine you guys doing the whole tossing the bouquet thing and -surprise surprise!-it ends up on Manny's lap on accident. He almost leaves.

❦ by the night, you're both clinging to each other, ready to resume your lives as Mrs and Mrs, and also ready to break into the bridal bed. Seriously, you can feel Abby's fingers feeling up your thigh and she's been whispering the things she wants to do to you all night. By 2 in the morning you're home, very much exhausted by the preparations and the emotional high, but also very ready to let Abby peak what's under your bridal gown.

❦ for wedding gifts to each other? She hands you two tickets for some exotic island you guys always talked about going, and make it your honeymoon. You get her an antique vinyl record player, because she had always been going about getting something to listen music to while cooking. Needless to say you both love each other's gifts:D

❦ a week or so after the ceremony you receive the photographs, and Abby makes it her duty to hand them on every corner of the house. Seriously, at some point, you could see a photo of you two in your field of vision pretty much about everywhere.

❦ her favourite one remains in her desk, one where you two are about to leave, sweaty and drunk, the camera capturing your musky faces as you sit on her lap clinging for dear life. It's so sweet and endearing, and it reminds her why she married you in the first place.

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson fic

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

the air has shifted. i was able to sleep but still when i awoke my heart was pounding and i can’t breathe. because of… dan and phil.

maybe this doesnt mean anything. maybe im just a crazy phannie (well thats true no matter what happens but still).

however, this has happened to me before. twice. let me tell y’all about those times.

the first time, i want to say was august of 2016 (could be slightly off). i had been watching dan and phil for over a year but i was still pretty new to the phandom as a space. i was at my grandmas house just chilling upstairs when this photo hit the tumblr scene:

and oh. my. god. my stomach dropped. my heart started racing. i was pacing around the room going holy shit holy shit holy shit. this photo was a big deal at the time. it was dan’s first time letting his hair be natural at a m&g or youtube event. and, it was the first time ever we had seen dan wear nail polish.

when i woke up the next morning, i still couldnt breathe. the main thing is that i was surprised how much hold these youtubers had over my heart like jesus christ. but more importantly…

the. air. had. shifted. and i knew it.

this photo, to me, is the beginning of the soft launch era. it was after this that we got the halloween baking monster pops video, which entered our post baking universe. and it was after that we got the first gamingmas. but this photo, was the start of it all. the start of dan and phil tearing down the wall just a little and starting to be more themselves on camera.

the second time, is a bit more obvious of a shift. it was june 2019. the june video had been talked for over a year at this point. we weren’t really sure if it was happening or not. what it was. but we all had… ideas. but oh my goodness, the entire first 13 days of that month. i was just buzzing. i was freaking out. and i didnt know why!! well… i knew why. but surely two youtubers could not make me feel this way for two weeks straight. oh yes they could actually.

when this tweet happened:

holy fuck, i think i shit myself. i felt the air shift. like in real time. i could barely talk because my heart was pounding so fast. i was playing truth bombs with my friends (because yes i am the #1 phannie) when i read the tweet, i dropped my phone and started tearing up whispering “oh my god its happening” over and over again. did they think i was crazy? yep!

but y’all… the. air. had. SHIFTED.

anyway long speech over. what was the point of this. to tell you that my phannie brain is convinced that something is happening. the air has shifted. i know it has. it has before. what does that mean for dan and phil? i don’t know yet! we’re just gonna have to see :))

#crazy phannie spilling all her thoughts onto tumblr.com #phan #dan and phil #dnp #amazingphil #danisnotonfire #daniel howell #dan and phil games #dan and phil crafts

[gummydummy19]

Month two (June): What dreams are made of

Summary: You have a very interesting dream about Syverson...

Warnings: smut, PIV, pet name 'princess', swearing, masturbating, this is actually just pure filth lol

A/N: get ready folks because we are diving straight in with this one...

'Fuck, princess, feels so good 'round my cock...' He drawled in your ear.

You were reduced to nothing but a sweaty, whimpering mess.

'Oh Sy...Syverson....hmmm' You felt like you were floating, everything just felt so good.

The fur on his chest brushed against your sensitive nipples. His mouth and his hands were...everywhere. He was everywhere. And it all felt so damn good.

You could feel his large cock stretch out your pussy, the base rubbing snuggly against your g-spot and the tip nestled perfectly against that spot beside your cervix. The trail of hair down his belly grew into a wild yet clean bush decorating his lower stomach.

He was like a beast. Big, brutal, and hairy. Picking up his pace as he slammed into you, whispering profanities in your ear.

'Wanna feel you cum on my cock, princess, need to feel you squeeze me...'

You were so close, so wet, so needy...

'Oh, God!'

'I think God is a little formal, princess...' his arrogance always shining through, making you wetter just for him.

'Cum for me, princess, come on...make me proud.'

The sounds tumbling over your lips could only be described as embarrassingly wanton and furiously needy.

You were so close. You don't think you've ever been this close to an orgasm before without actually falling over the edge. Your eyes fell shut and you could feel rough hands caressing your soft body.

Your ears were filled with dominant groans and grunts, your pussy clenched and you felt like fainting.

And then the phone rang.

No no no no no no

Not now.

'Turn it off...' You mumbled weakly

Slowly feeling his presence fade away.

The ringing of the phone became clearer by the second until finally, you blinked open your eyes.

'What the...' Slowly but surely you became aware of your surroundings. You were in your room. Your phone had gone to voicemail by now but you were sure it was your friend checking in to see how you were doing in your new apartment. The apartment you shared with...

'WHAT THE FUCK.' you shot up

Did you just have a dream about Sy?

Well, no, you didn't have A dream about Sy. You had a fucking sex dream about Sy.

This was all his fault. Calling you princess and then leaving just like that?

You squirmed as you felt the stickiness that had formed in your panties. Sighing dramatically you plopped back down on the bed.

You were so fucking horny. You knew you were still close. If you just slipped your fingers down it would barely take a couple minutes to cum. And Christ, did you wanna cum.

The whole thing annoyed you to no end. Your thighs rubbed together and you moaned. Okay, enough is enough. If you don't give yourself an orgasm right fucking now, you're not gonna get through the day.

Your hand made its way down and you slipped your fingerings in your panties.

Holy shit.

You've never been this wet in your entire life. Your pussy was puffy and sticky, your clit was swollen and your panties were soaked right through.

The second your finger made contact with your clit, your eyes fluttered shut. You started playing with yourself like you were getting paid for it. Moans started tumbling from your lips and your free hand immediately came to cover your mouth.

You bit down on your own wrist as your eyes rolled back, when suddenly you realized, there was no one to be quiet for. You had the place for yourself, you could be as loud as you wanted.

A little unsure at first, you moved your hand from your mouth and grabbed your pillow instead, just to ground yourself. You started whimpering and whining, feeling your body creep closer and closer to that sweet release it was looking for.

Half in a haze your arm quickly reached for your nightstand, knocking over a couple things until finally reaching your favorite toy. You wasted no time in plunging the toy into your dripping pussy, turning your whimpers into screams of pleasure.

"FUCK! Yes yes yes please!' You begged no one, turning yourself on by screaming like a whore.

Your fingers kept playing with your puffy clit as your other hand furiously pumped the toy in and out of yourself, making a mess of the sheets you were laying on.

'Im gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...' You mumbled, 'Fuck, yes, SY!!!'

You squeezed down on your toy as your body trembled and shook, cumming so hard you actually squirted a little.

As you rode out what was probably one of the best orgasms you ever head, you realised who's name you just screamed out.

fuck.

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A/N: AND THAT WAS PART TWO BABIIESSSSS!!!! I feel like reader was kinda the main character here...but hey, nothing wrong with a little self loving, am I right? :))

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#gummydummy19 #fluff #fanfiction #smut #captain syverson #henry cavill #smutty thoughts #captain sy x reader #a year in apartment 6b

[lizzieislife94x]

My New Boss Pt.2 (e.o)

Requested <3

LizziexFem Reader GxG

Leagl age gap as stated in part 1 🥰

Y/ns POV:

Friday:

I shake my legs nervously as I wait for lizzie to get back from lunch I'm so anxious about going to the club tonight "ah y/n glad to find you here I thought you'd still be out at lunch, I just wanted to say I'll pick you up at 7 tonight" I look at her shocked and confused "huh what do you mean I thought we where all making our own way" I say shyly as she smiles sitting at her desk looking into my soul "oh honey I can't take the risk of letting you walk alone incase anything happens to you" i shrug and agree "ok sounds fun ill be sure to be ready" she smiles and leans her hands on her chin "you can take an early day to head home and get ready ill be OK without you for a few hours" I stand and fix my skirt and smile "so I can leave now" I ask as she nods "yeah you have 3 hours to get ready ill be there at 7 on the dot don't keep me waiting " her tone sends shivers down my spine as I nod and head out leaving the office.

"What are you doing here" June screams scared clutching the towel that almost fell I can't help but laugh after a minute I compose myself and put my bag on the floor "lizzie gave me a half day to come home and get ready and told me she'd pick me up at 7 because she doesn't want me walking alone" her jaw drops "wait hold the conversation ill be back in a second" she hurries to her room and comes back 2 minutes later dressed as she pushes me towards the couch the shock returning to her face "dude she likes you" I screw my face up "no she doesn't she wants to make sure I'm safe" June laughs "dude she likes you better atleast try and find out cos that is one sexy woman" I roll my eyes as I get up "better find the perfect outfit for her then" I jokingly wink before heading to my room trying to find the perfect dress for tonight.

6:40pm

"Please tell me I look ok " I say as I walk out in a tight short black dress with heels with curly hair and natural make up "Holy shit I think I have a crush on you" June jokes making me smirk "so I look good?" I ask for reassurance "yes you look smoking hot y/n you're going to drop alot of jaws tonight, but I think you'll need this babe" she says handing me a glass of red wine "oh my god yes thank you, you have no idea how much I need this I'm shaking lizzie will be here in 10 minutes" I sit and drink my wine chatting to June as I hear a beep my eyes widening "wish me luck" I breath out as I stand and grab my bag and phone making my way outside my jaw hitting the floor at the stunning black range rover as the door opens and lizzie struts out in a tight fitting black pant suit my jaw almost falls off it doesn't look like she has a top on under "wow you look fucking amazing " lizzie says as her eyes run up and down my body as she opens the car door "so fucking amazing wow" I can't help but blush as she helps me up into the car her hands on my waist and lower back the door closing as I get in quickly putting my belt on as lizzie gets in "this car is amazing thank you for picking me up" I smile as she starts to drive "oh and you look so good miss olsen pant suits really work" I say gently biting my lip as she smirks "thank you but please out of work lizzie is fine bab..y/n" she clears her throat as we make the 10 minute drive quickly parking up as we make our way inside.

2 hours later:

Lizzies POV:

My eyes follow y/n as she gets a drink from the bar a brunette trying so hard to get her attention I can feel the rage inside me, I frown as I watch the said brunette leading her to the dance floor "so lizzie it's so weird seeing you outside of the office" one of the girls says the words barely register as I nod my eyes glued to her why is she all over my y/n she's mine and I don't share I get up excusing myself as I make my way to the bar getting another drink my eyes still glued as I grip the bar my knuckles turning white as her hands roam y/ns body.

Y/ns POV:

I find myself getting lost in the music as a pretty girl dances with me I remember what June said and try to distracte myself from my boss I feel her hands roaming my body but ignore it as I finish my drinking continuing to dance "excuse me" I hear rather loudly followed by the chick being pulling away from me "lizzie" I says a little confused as she glares at the girl who was dancing with me "how about you go find someone else to groap this girl is off limits " I open my mouth shocked "um excuse me how dare you say im off limits I'm single I'm very much in limits" I say annoyed almost yelling at my boss as she gives me a stern look, shit this is why I didn't wanna be here I don't wanna loose my job I go to turn and walk away but she grabs my hand pulling towards the exit the cold air hitting me like a brick as she takes me to the car "what the fuck was that all about lizzie im single and was having fun we where only dancing" i huff out folding my arms before my back hits the car lizzie trapping me in her arms as her head leans against mine a confused look on my face "you have no idea" she whispers "no idea what lizzie" I say pissed but god her smell is intoxicating she's never been this close to me "you have no idea how fucking crazy you make me, you have no idea how hard it is to control myself around you in the office when all I wanna do is make you mine make you make sounds no one ever has, make that adorable fucking smile appear everyday " she confesses making me freeze "fuck" she whispers "watching her all over you I just couldn't do it I couldn't watch" I look at her her eyes fixed on mine as I lean forward kissing her hard my hands gripping the sides of her jacket as she grips my waist pinning me harder to the car only stopping when air becomes an issue "fuck" I whisper against her lips as I bring one hand up to her check "get in" she husks into my ear as she pulls the door open I instantly jump in as she gets in starting our journey her hand resting on my thigh "where are we going " I whisper as she looks at me "I'm taking you to my house" i gulp and nod as we make the drive to her home.

"Fuck" I moan loudly as she picks me up slamming me against the closed door her lips quickly marking my neck as I grip her shoulders "fuck that feels good" I giggle as she sucks my sweet spot "do you wanna take this upstairs baby if not its ok I respect that" she says biting her lip "definitely want to take this upstairs make me yours" I tease as she rushes us both upstairs quickly making her way to what I assume is her bedroom my back quickly hitting the mattress "I wanted to rip this off you when I picked you up" she almost moans sliding my dress up, I quickly sit up leaving a kiss on her cheek as I remove the dress lizzies jaw falling open at the simple lacey black bra panties I have on "fuck y/n" she smirks as she quickly works on removing her pant suit leaving her in nothing but a simple thong my eyes growing huge at the sight of her naked tits "what see something you like" she grins walking over pushing me back as she removes my panties all I can do is nod my head making her giggle as she kisses her way up my thighs making sure to leave bite marks "mine" she mumbles her breath hitting my now soaking cunt making me moan "pleas...e momm..I uh please lizzie" she looks up her eyes snapping to mine "say it" her tone full of lust "pl..ease mommy" I moan looking into her eyes as she moans her lips finding my clit instantly as she starts to suck I close my eyes gripping her head "just like that fuckkk" I cry out as she works her way down to my dripping entrance her tounge teasing every inch of my pussy "so fucking wet and needy princess" she mumbles against my pussy making me moan at the vibration my moans getting louder as she starts to tounge fuck me my eyes rolling at the sensation rushing through my body "gonna cum mom..my fuccccck!" I cry out as she works her tounge faster her thumb teasing my clit only adding to the pleasure as I cum all over her face "there it is" she smirks getting up onto her knees "get on your hands and knees and wait for me" she states getting up and going into the walk in wardrobe I quickly get up onto my hands and knees and my legs shake, fuck what is happening am I really on my hands and knees for my boss did she really just eat me out like I was her last meal "mhh good girl just what I like to see" she says making me jump slightly bringing me out of my thoughts as I turn my head I gasp at the sight of lizzie walking over with a huge strap on her waist rubbing lube up and down it "you want mommy's cock baby" she says as she climbs up behind me her hands running down my back gently "please" I whimper as I arch my back trying to back up to feel her making her laugh "thought so gonna stretch you so good with this" she says biting her lip as she lines the toy with my entrance pushing it in slowly my mouth hanging open nothing but a silent scream leaving my mouth "fuck so fucking tight baby" she moans bottoming out before starting her slow thrusts my fists gripping the sheets as sounds I've never made leave my lips "fuck you take it so well honey such a good girl for mommy" she moans her thrusts getting faster and harder as she repeatedly hits my gspot "don't fucking stop so close mommy so fucking close" I cry as she continues to pound my pussy "such a dirty mouth princess" she says pulling my hair making me look back at her as she fucks me like never before the eye contact driving me wild "you wanna cum for mommy, I know you're so close baby I can feel your cunt getting tighter let go give it all to mommy" she husks into my ear as she slams the strap a few more times my eyes roll and full body shakes as I scream out in pleasure "that's it baby such a good girl let it all go" she continues to slowly thrust as I cum more intense than I ever have I feel her pulling out making me whimper at the empty feeling, I collapse with my head landing on the pillow as lizzie dissappears.

Lizzies POV:

I place the harness on the sink as I grab a cloth and wet it, I can't believe I finally got to be with y/n I can't wipe the smile from my face this woman has had a hold on me since she came in for her interview I shake myself out of my thoughts as I walk back onto the bedroom my heart melting at the sight of a naked sleeping y/n ontop of my bed I bite my lip walking over and whisper gently "baby I have to clean you I don't want you to be uncomfortable" she mumbles and turns onto her back opening her legs slightly to allow me to gently clean her "mhh thank you mommy" she mumbles as she instantly falls asleep I throw the cloth into the bathroom and climb into bed letting my hand gently run over her hair and cheeks "I think you're the one for me I just hope you at least like me back" I smile as she wraps her hands and leg around me cuddling into me melting my heart more as I close my eyes falling into a peaceful slumber.

AN: Don't know if this make sense 😂 hope it does and I hope yall enjoy 💗 this was longer than intended haha, make sure yall drink water and stay hydrated babes 🥰 word count 1.3k

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[boylikeanangel]

can you please share a bit more of your thoughts on the spoilers? i haven't seen them anywhere and it would be nice to know them coming from you

hiii tumblr mobile does not give timestamps for asks so idk if this is in regard to the spoilers from the interviews or the screenings but all my thoughts are kinda connected to both so SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FIRST TWO EPISODES OF SEASON 2 UNDER THE CUT LALALALA

I don't even know where to start like. I have been in a state of shock all day because literally everything my friends and I speculated about is real. literally all of it. all of our wildest theories about aziraphale and crowley's first meeting were confirmed by the fans who saw the screening. I have never won this fucking hard and ive won AT GOOD OMENS OF ALL THINGS. 2022 me would be laughing. june 2023 me would be laughing. two days ago me would be LAUGHING. I genuinely think this may be one of the best seasons of tv ever guys

like. do you understand. how much this changes. how our understanding of crowley and aziraphale's dynamic throughout time has been totally flipped on its head. aziraphale approached crowley first. crowley was the one who sheltered aziraphale with his wing. so eden was aziraphale returning the favour. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. AZIRAPHALE FELL FIRST. HE DIDNT TAKE SIX THOUSAND YEARS TO CATCH UP. HE HASN'T BEEN CLUELESS THIS ENTIRE TIME. they've literally been connected this entire time, right from before sides or the concept of evil or hatred or enemies were even invented. of course they'd never buy into the whole "hereditary enemies" thing. AZIRAPHALE KNOWS HIM. HE KNOWS CROWLEY. HE'S ALWAYS KNOWN HIM.

and it doesn't even feel like a retcon. it doesn't feel like we need to ignore a bunch of stuff from season 1 to accept or enjoy the added content this season. it's literally just. more shit to help quantify the depth of their love for each other. their connection over countless millennia. I mean if you go back to the very first scene in season 1, aziraphale literally does a double take when crowley appears next to him. that's him realising who it is. he fucking recognised crowley and freaked out for a second. that's why he didn't hear what crowley said!!! he was processing!!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH MORE SHIT FROM SEASON 1 HURTS NOW. AZIRAPHALE PLEADING WITH CROWLEY BECAUSE HE WAS AN ANGEL, ONCE. CROWLEY WANTING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE AND RUN AWAY TO LIVE IN A GALAXY THEY HELPED BUILD TOGETHER. AZIRAPHALE ALWAYS TELLING CROWLEY NOT TO QUESTION GOD AND BEING SO AFRAID TO DO THE SAME BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT'S EXACTLY WHY CROWLEY FELL IN THE FIRST PLACE. it's not retconning its just making everything worse!!! azcrow is canon and everything is worse now!!!!!!

the biblical minisode. well. I cannot think about that without having to pace around my house like a person going into labour. I literally stress cleaned my entire house earlier to distract myself from thinking about it. crowley has always always ALWAYS protected aziraphale. always. literally the only reason aziraphale has never killed anything is because crowley has protected him from ever having to do that. crowley's dedication to preserving aziraphale's goodness and allowing him to be his own definition of angelic/holy is the greatest act of service he could bestow upon him and it makes me SICK because him pushing aziraphale to kill adam in 1x06 after all that shows just how desperate he was. both of them realising and understanding at the exact same time that the only person in the universe who really understands them or knows what they're going through is the other, the only person they can rely upon is the other, its just. we've been so wrong. about aziraphale. about the extent to which he knows how important crowley is to him. he's always known. he's just been so afraid. him being prepared to fall to keep doing what he believes is right is so fucking heartbreaking and weve done him such a disservice all these years for calling him naive and mocking him for being slow on the uptake. HE'S ALWAYS KNOWN. HE JUST COULDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE. AND THAT'S SO MUCH WORSE

basically I have never been more scared in my entire life because if they packed this much into the first two episodes and it was deemed tame enough to show ahead of release then what the fuck is in the next four. what are we getting ourselves in for . it's really dawning on me the scope of what this experience is going to be and I simply dont think im going to survive it. again I never expected any of this. this was my definitive "high hopes low expectations" season of tv and it's now it's shaping up to be one the best things I've probably ever seen in my life and. it's cognitive dissonance in its crystallised form. how did we fucking get here.

AND GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY??????? PLAYING IN CROWLEY'S CAR AS HE GOES TO MAKE UP WITH AZIRAPHALE?????? SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW THIS ISN'T FUNNY

in conclusion

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[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

So I know this post is pretty overdue and a bit superfluous by this point maybe, but since I am now back home and finally have time to sit down and write down my thoughts about the last few days, I thought I'd still do a recap post of my experience of the Dublin shows (and a bit about my trip to Dublin in general). Just for anyone who might be interested or even just for me to remember everything by!

Having said that though, I don’t actually know how to even begin putting into words what this trip meant to me 🥺 I’ve said this before, but after seeing them in June and thinking that was it for the foreseeable future, getting to see them again so soon, twice, and it being the very last two shows of the tour as well, felt like an incredible opportunity and huge gift and I could not be more grateful for it ❤️

Recap of Dublin shows 3 & 4 and some more pics below the cut!

I flew in from Amsterdam on Tuesday morning with a Dutch friend, and we met up with another friend of mine who flew in from London at the same time (my London friend went with me to Tuesday's gig, and my Amsterdam friend to Thursday's gig)

London friend and I then headed to the 3Arena to queue up outside and it was fucking freezing lmao. But we played ‘guess the Arctic Monkeys song from the intro’ and had a chance to catch up so all in all it wasn’t too bad, and it’s always so much fun being surrounded by fellow arctic monkeys fans who love them enough to queue up for hours in the cold <3

Once we were inside, we legged it to the stage and then spent another two hours trying to defend our (pretty good, very central) spots and trying not to think about the fact that we had to pee, as you do. We happened to be standing next to a group of Dutch speaking girls, and it turned out one of them had also met Miles in Amsterdam recently, at the same signing I’d been at! Such a small world. But they were really lovely so the two hours flew past, and then it was Miles time!!!!! 🥰

And my god, he literally blew everyone away, he was just insanely good as always. My friend was not really a Miles fan before the gig, and then while he was playing, she kept going “holy shit minnie he’s so good??” and I was like “TOLD YOU”, so now she’s a big fan as well, which is honestly very satisfying 😌 There were so many amazing moments during his set, but the one that stayed with me most I’ve already talked about in this post. It was honestly just…. very intense and really hard to explain in a non-shippy way? Even my non-shipper friend was like… hmm ok yes, that seems very significant 🤔

But anyway, Miles rocked the house, and then it was only a short wait until the main show. And while most of it is a blur because I just lose my mind when I see my boys play, I did make sure to really absorb some special moments and things I really wanted to remember. Being able to clearly see Alex’s intense, goofy and beautiful facial expressions, his HANDS, the cute little interactions he had with the rest of the band (giggles with Matt and smiley asides with Jamie and Nick), the moment where Alex made grabby hands at the plushie and then laughed some more when he couldn’t have it, Jamie being an absolute rockstar as always, Nick looking like a total snack (my friend has a giant crush on Nick, understandably so), Matt being a literal drum god (I love seeing him play SO much). Just... incredible 🙌🏻💘

I really wasn’t expecting Miles to join them during that show, so when Alex gave him a shoutout I knew it was just that, but my friend didn’t, so she started hitting me like “he’s coming back!” and I was like “no he’s not”, and he wasn’t unfortunately lmao. The Dutch and Belgian girls next to me were extremely disappointed (they were Milex shippers as well, of course), but I know at least one of them was there on Thursday as well so I love that for her. Other memorable moments were Alex singing the “remember when you used to be a rascal” line followed by “do you remember? I remember” after which I yelled at my friend “Miles used to be a rascal!!!” and then later I found out Miles was actually on that side of the stage 😭😭 Even though I didn’t find out about that until later, I definitely noticed that Alex kept gesturing towards that side of the stage (the Star Treatment intermezzo was wild, I was like, “WHO is he pointing at for the dolls like you and me thing??” And then it turned out to be Miles 🫠

Another thing I noticed was that the average age of the crowd was way lower than I’m used to it being, which my friend explained may have something to do with tiktok? Lmao idk, hut the the standing crowd did mostly consist of younger, shorter girls for some reason lol, so there wasn’t as much jumping as I’d have liked there to be. My friend and I just went for it regardless, even if we were some of the only people going crazy. But you just have to, you know what I mean? Anyway, it was such an incredible show and after it ended, we were just on cloud nine, singing Fluorescent Adolescent with everyone on the Luas going back to town, which is always just such a blast. And then we ended up in Temple Bar where there was more live music as well as about 500 other Arctic Monkeys fans, so that was great fun too 💫

The next day, the three of us went to a tattoo shop where I’d booked an appointment and I got my tattoo which I am EXTREMELY happy with. The tattoo artist was a girl from Brazil and when she asked me about the meaning of my tattoo (I’ll post a pic later) I told her it was an Arctic Monkeys song and the just yelled across the shop to a few other artists and it turned out they’d been at the concert too, so we all geeked out about them while I got my tattoo done lmao, so much fun 😂

Then my London friend unfortunately had to fly back home later that day, so my Amsterdam friend and I ended up in the pub again because that’s what we do. It was just a very average pub with two very average men playing amazing folk music, and when we walked in, I was like “huh that guy looks like Zackery Michael, that’s funny.” And then later I was stood next to him at the bar and heard he was American, so I was like hmmm, and decided to just ask him if he was in fact Zackery Michael. He was like “that is me!” lol (thank god, would’ve been embarrassing if it hadn’t been) so we had a little chat about the fact that we were both in town for Arctic Monkeys but in slightly different capacities lol, and he was just super nice and was happy to take a photo with me, and then I let him get back to his conversation with the three extremely pretty girls he was with 😅

Anyways, so then on Thursday after breakfast we bought some souvenirs and I bought some great Arctic Monkeys mini posters and some other stuff at this lovely little comic book/record store which was playing Humbug, the owner of which told us he also went to see Arctic Monkeys on Tuesday and loved them, so that was another amazing chance meeting 💜 And then it was after 12pm so it was time for whiskey, and then the meeting with the fellow TLSP/Arctic Monkeys/Miles Kane fan bartender happened which I posted about here, which was so lovely and also secretly made me want to believe it was a sign for the show that night 🙈

But I still couldn’t let myself hope or believe TOO much, so I just kept telling my friend “they’re not going to do it and that’s okay” and she was like “sure, whatever you say” 😂 We had seated tickets for this gig, so we were unfortunately much further away than I had been on Tuesday. And also I just don’t like being seated at concerts, let alone an Arctic Monkeys one, but to be honest, the seats were pretty good. Miles once again gave his absolute all and converted not just my Dutch friend as well, but also a lot of the people around us who we overheard saying things like “did you know he was this good??” and checking Miles’s Wikipedia page, which was great to see. And from up on the balcony we could clearly see that the people in the crowd were really singing along and having an amazing time during Miles’s set (COTT was extremely emotional, all the lights were so lovely ✨️) and I just felt so proud of him and happy for him that it was such a roaring success 🥹💖

The roaring success continued for Arctic Monkeys of course, although it was really weird to see so many people go mental for Snap Out Of It and Arabella etc. 😅 But yeah, the people do love AM it seems, which is why the first part of the setlist was pretty much the same as it had been on Tuesday. Hello You was amazing though!! And then after There’d Better Be a Mirrorball, I knew that it was 505 time, and Alex did say ‘Let’s hear it for Miles Kane’. But because it was the same thing he’d said before, I was still convinced Miles wouldn’t come on. AND THEN HE DID 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I absolutely lost my shit, not even kidding. I just started screaming and threw my phone at my poor friend being like “FILM IT” which she did, bless her heart, and uhhh, yeah then I cried throughout the whole performance 😭 And then at the end, the lights went out and I saw their shadows (our shadow puppets <3) coming together so I was like did they hug??? And then I only found out later that evening when I checked tumblr that they in fact did hug and then my night was just completely made (lol, I say my night but I mean my life, obviously)

Do I Wanna Know was a total blur after that of course, but I was back for Body Paint which was absolutely incredible as always. And then they did Big Ideas as the encore and uuhhh yeah I sobbed 🙃 It was SO beautiful, and so special hearing it live with the strings, and SO fucking sad. And then once RU Mine? finished and the lights stayed off, I was like aaahhh we’re getting one more!! And then OF COURSE it was Perfect Sense because Alex is a dramatic bastard, and of course I cried some more. It was stunning and extremely emotional 💔

So then my friend and I went to drown my sorrows (and elation about the Milex reunion) in the pub and we actually had a great time with some fellow AM fans and live music again. I swear it was like all of Dublin was just there for Arctic Monkeys. Unfortunately, we were not in the pub where the boys apparently went ugh, but still, it was fun. And yesterday morning I woke up with a killer hangover so I swore I would not drink anymore, but it was raining so much, so we did end up in the pub again where we got talking to some really cool Irish guys who (surprise) also loved Arctic Monkeys, and they insisted on buying us drinks so obviously I couldn’t decline. So we just sat and drank with them until we had to catch our flight, and of course by that time I was tipsy and maudlin and the weather wasn’t helping so I cried all the way to the airport (especially since we passed the arena again) and then I cried some more in the airport like the drama queen I am 🥲

It’s just that I’m so sad it’s over, and so scared and worried about the future of the band, with how much this felt like a goodbye 😔 But I’m just going to assume that it’s just goodbye for now, and that they’ll take a well-deserved break, maybe do their own things for a while, and that in a few years’ time they’ll get back to making music together again. I really do think they have so much fun doing what they do together, and they’re basically like family, and Alex wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he couldn’t make music, so surely they’ll be back eventually. But please, just don’t be too long boys 🥺🙏🏻❤️

All in all, though, what has stayed with me most from this trip is a sense of gratefulness that I was lucky enough to experience all this, my 8th and 9th Arctic Monkeys gigs to date, the last dates of the tour, the Milex reunion (!!!!!!!) and to get to share it with two of my best friends in the world, a whole bunch of arctic monkeys loving strangers who I randomly met, and all of you guys I’ve met on here these past few months. The sense of connection and community I’ve found through this band means so much to me, more than I can say, actually, and I’m so grateful to them for that, in addition to the music they’ve given us. And although the tour is over, I am honestly looking forward to sharing the love we have for them with you all for a long time to come and for now, I am so excited about getting back to writing my silly little Milex stories (and insanely happy they finally gave us that little reunion we hope for, so that I’m still excited and hopeful about their relationship rather than heartbroken and resigned, which is what I probably would’ve been if they hadn’t performed together. So thank you for that, boys 💘)

So yes. Very, VERY long story short: Arctic Monkeys is and always will be my favourite band in the world, they ended the tour on an absolute high (and with Miles!) and this was an experience I will never, ever forget ❤️

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[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 22

word count: 282

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

June 10, 1989

Dear Will,

Dear. Will. Fucking hell, I don’t even know where to start.

What didn’t happen today? We graduated high school, for one. Afterwards, we all had a joint party at my house and hung out in my basement to avoid our parents, as always. And lastly… lastly. Jesus. I don’t know how to feel. I don’t know how to fucking cope. I keep on saying shit that makes this last thing sound like the most terrible thing in the entire world. But it was far from terrible. It was probably the best news I’ve ever received in my life.

You came out as gay.

I’m gonna write that shit out again because what the actual fuck, am I dreaming??? You. Came. Out. As. Gay. Holy shit. I am so happy. For both you and myself. Because I might actually have a chance with you. Fuck, I might have a chance with you.

Of course, I’ve thought about the probability of you not feeling the same about me, and I think I’ve adequately prepared myself for that outcome, but the little voice of hope in my head has been getting louder and louder ever since you came out. And I’m also feeling cautiously optimistic about the idea of coming out to the Party. They accepted your sexuality and embraced you as you are. I feel kind of inspired. But I’ll definitely be waiting a bit, because I don’t want to make your big moment about myself. That wouldn’t be fair to you.

All that said, I’m proud of you, and I love you more than you’ll ever know. Or maybe you will… eventually. Only time will tell.

Love,

Mike

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[lexygabe]

nandi mokena headcanons/rewriting/etc.

(june/11/1999)

gemini sun | taurus moon | scorpio rising

ENFP (Ne-Fi-Te-Si) - 6w5 - so/sp - 793 - Sanguine [Dominant]

general headcanons:

• either ace-het or ace-bi, cis, she/her,

• i think this is canon, but she is a gifted child in the family. she was in top 5 of the class and popular as hell,

• she is that mf of friend group that will always bring up snacks and drinks with yourself,

• her love language is making edits of funny/embarrassing photos of others with music that totally don't match vibe with anything included in edit,

• her tiktok and instagram likes are full of some people talking gibberish and cringe compilations, so if u want to get her joke you at least need to know lore of all of this people and incidents that happened x years ago,

• when we talking about memes, she loves absurdism humor, so when shakes send something to her that he thinks is funny, her face is like: 😐 how are we even related?,

• i also think she is reading the most surreal literature (franz kafka is her beloved),

• skarra pierced her ears for the first time,

• she is very loyal,

• her notes are full of stickers, adhesive gems and drawings. some of things are even written in glitter gel pen,

• her channel is pretty much all things mixed up. there is commentary, there is gaming, there is some art projects and video blogs, everybody can find something for themselfves,

• she goes to film school.

through the series (og tv show, rewriting)

SEASON 1:

• for me, season 1 starts at the time when shakes is 20 years old, so by this logic nandi is 17,

• there is no physical apperance of her, she is just mentioned by (mainly) shakes.

SEASON 2:

• at the beginning of the season her and shakes are talking about the fact that nandi moved to college (they have their little family bonding time),

• in s2e5 (el sound of silencio) spenz calls her to help him and fran, but she just listened to all of this shit and was like: ok bro 🧍🏾‍♀️*disconnects*,

• in s2e13 she tracked down skarra before this big "all stars vs supa strikas match" and interviewed him about this fucked up rivarly that him and shakes have (she saw both of them in tv last night), and why they even decided to have a bet of the pitch where they had great time together in past (like hell, nandi knew that this friendship was homoerotic, holy shit). ofc nandi "as annoying as the little shit she was" (skarra's words, not mine), she didn't take any type of crap from him about this whole situation. after this, she called shakes out on his stupid ass actions, in his apartament, and just left him with: you both are total blockheads. and shakes was like: both? who is both? wtf.

SEASON 3

• in season 3 nandi and shakes have this conversation about what nandi meant, when she literally lit into him in his own apartament before super league final. to which nandi,, replied with: ahh yeah. but this doesn't matter. at least this debt of yours and skarra's was dissolved :D. after, they had honest conversation and disscus about childhood and how this can't be put before good of the team (nandi wanted to argue with this, but then she quickly give up. all the stress that the shakes' finale cost her was enough for her),

• at this season we see more of nandi as a future filmmaker, because she trolls everyone on twitter with uploading this type of videos like fake interviews with celebrities (and with some footballers ;)),

• in college, she met woman from completely other school (remember this. i probably make headcanons for this semi canon character so wink wink) and became friends with her,

SEASONS 4-7:

• all of her story arcs focus on her career and school and on a few other events that will be described by me as i write about other women from strikas universe.

relationships with (disclaimer: i do not include her relarionship with shakes and their mom, bc it was pretty well managed in rookie season. i will probably make another post but about whole mokena's family dynamic):

• skarra: writers rotally fucked up. WASTED POTENTIAL.

their relationship definitely started as: you are my brother's (boy)friend/you are shakes' sister. and then, they became partners in crimes. when shakes, skarra and nandi went to school nandi always pulled out a card titled: don't talk to me like that, or i'm gonna call my brother and my brother's best friend. in othet occasions, skarra went to nandi and asked some stupid questions like: ey, nandi you have ruler to lend 🧍‍♂️?? (,,yo, nandi you want some hotdogs?", ,,nandi, we are going to shopping mall", ,,hey, nandi you have some time to hide a body----?"). why writers of rookie season acted like nandi wouldn't care that much about skarra, like he literally used to call nandi's mom 'auntie' wtf wtf wtf.

• klaus: YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE HER FAV OUT OF SHAKES' TEAMMATES. nandi and klaus definitely have long conversations about shows that they watched, about ships, about premieres. they are just two little nerds with heads full of ideas <33333

• mara: me and @strudelbbg once talked about mara and nandi's possible relation and we decided that mara, when nandi was younger, probably carried her on her back and stuff. tldr mara sees nandi as "little sis 💞💞💞💞",

• others: ?

fashion headcanons

• i think she would wear these "crazy" make-ups like:

(i also think that people, who would be her fans and shakes' fans would create threads on twitter titled: nandi's makeups as team colors of supa strikas rivals')

(and nandi would reblog these posts🥰)

• has 3 pairs of dungarees,

• a lot of fandom t-shirts but not ones designed in "tomboy" way but in "girly" way, shirts with strawberry shortcake, winx club, princess peach from mario, destiny's child members etc.,

• HANDMADE RINGS, BRACELETS, NECKLACES, EARRINGS EVERYTHING,

• she is fan of crocheted clothes (especially sweaters, tank tops, knee socks),

• even tho she is popular, she wears second hand clothing and buys from smaller companies (rich people clothing ugly and she don't want to be one of them),

• wears bralettes as form of a lingerie,

• when she wears dress she NEEDS to have tights under,

• when it comes to shoes she likes: new balance, converses, CROCKS and mary janes but on a small heel.

music headcanons

• definitely had nightcore phase when she was younger,

• hates slow music,

• like i said destiny's child fan, probably likes also avril lavigne and mariah carey, and maybe blackpink.

#supa strikas #supa strikas women #supa strikas nandi #headcanon: supa strikas #supa strikas shakes #supa strikas skarra #implied sharra #supa strikas rewriting

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Just Dumb Enough to Try

Chapter 26: This Must be the Place

Word Count: 4.5k+

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Tags / CW: swearing, pregnancy, fluff fluff fluff, love notes, smut, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, unprotected PIV sex, gave javi some gray sweatpants bc he deserves it and so do we

Chapter Summary: Our heroes spend the morning together.

Notes: Chapter title from "This Must be the Place" by Talking Heads. This is the last chapter!! Holy shit! I'm putting this out earlier than anticipated because I'm getting antsy about it and I really like it as is. Seriously I'm going to go cry now, because I'm feeling sad and proud and excited all at once. I'll *probably* write more with these two in the future, though. That sounds fun. If you liked it let me know, pleaaaase, I'm a whiney baby that loves reassurance!! OK THANK YOU SO MUCH!

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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX  November 29, 1998

Your eyes blink open to late morning light pouring onto the bed. As they attempt to adjust from the darkness of sleep, you clamp them shut, rolling over to throw your arm across Javier. 

Except, he’s not there. Your arm flops onto something crinkly instead. One eye cracks open and finds a pile of papers folded in half where your boyfriend usually is. Their ragged edges are intact, proof that they were yanked out from the spine of a spiral notebook. 

You pick up the bundle and blink both eyes open. 

“READ ME” is scrawled on the top fold in Javi’s messy script. You take a deep morning yawn and wriggle upright, propping yourself up on a stack of pillows. The comforting scent of brewing coffee wafts into the bedroom. Javi is humming along to the radio in the kitchen. Pans clatter and cupboards slam by his hand as you unfold the stack of papers and start reading. 

—

December 5, 1993 

I can’t stop thinking about you. How are you even doing this to me? 

Yesterday I went to your apartment building. Your bedroom lights were on and the blinds were closed. I sat outside for an hour, knowing you were there, unable to bring myself to do anything about it. 

Even if I could have gathered the courage to knock on the door, what would I have said to you? 

I like the feel of your hand in mine. I like your laugh. You’re beautiful. Do you want to go on a date with me? 

Those words shouldn’t make a man like me nervous, but they do. So nervous that I left San Antonio without letting them leave my mouth. 

—

December 1, 1994 

It’s been a year since I kissed you. 

I had to leave. I’m sorry. Duty calls. 

Maybe we’ll meet again. Sometimes I hope we don’t. It’s for the best. You’ll find someone better. 

—

June 4, 1998

I can’t tell you this. So I’m writing to you. I know you’re engaged, and you’re happy with Dan fucking Baker. Even though it makes no sense to me. 

But I’ll be damned. Every time I look at you I remember exactly what you felt like. What you taste like. I crave your lips on mine again.  

—

June 13, 1998

When I’m with you, we’re opposite poles in magnets resisting the inevitable. The pull is so strong, I ache. You feel it, too. I can tell. 

Your lips, your touch, the perfect way I fit inside you. I can never unlearn these things. I’ve tried. They’re etched in my bones. It’s fundamental, as central to my being as breathing. 

I long for you, love. It’s torture. 

— 

June 25, 1998

I am in love with you. 

So, here I am, writing to you, imagining I had the guts to say it. 

This is absolute fucking madness, cariño. But I woke up next to you and saw you there and I knew. 

— 

July 30, 1998 

I don’t know where you are, but I saw you. I can feel you. I don’t know how I know, but I know. You’re scared. I’m scared, too. I’ve never been so terrified to lose someone. 

When I lost my mom, I didn’t get to be scared. One moment she was on her way back from the grocery store, and the next she was gone. In an instant, the sun in our lives burnt out. 

You would have loved her. Everyone did, she was just that kind of person. She had a wit about her. Lit up any room she walked into, but nobody fucked with her.

She loved deer because of their polarity and intuition. They’re gentle, fierce, cautious, adventurous. They shed and regrow their antlers. She said they’re symbolic of duality, listening to your gut feelings, renewal and growth. She would have loved you, too. 

There are so many things I want to tell you. I should have listened to you. I didn’t let you come with me. You trusted me to protect you, and I didn’t. I’m so sorry. 

I promise I will find you. I love you and miss you so much, cariño. Please hold on a little bit longer. 

Tell baby Peña I say hello and that I love them, too.

— 

August 1, 1998 

I’m watching you as you sleep in our bed. You’re battered, bruised, stitched together… but you and the baby are ok. It’s a fucking miracle, cariño, I swear. 

I introduced myself to your parents in the hospital waiting room last night. Your dad looked at my extended hand like there was shit smeared on it. They’re right to not want anything to do with me right now. 

It’s a good thing their approval means approximately jack shit to you. Because I am never letting you go. 

— 

November 29, 1998

Today’s the day I give you the letters I never thought I would, so I can show you how much I love you. How much I’ve always loved you. 

Come out to the kitchen, baby. 

— 

You sniffle and rub the tears out of your eyes and set the unfolded stack of love letters down on the black duvet, then scoot to the edge of the bed. The floor is cool on the soles of your feet, one then the other. Javi starts singing “I Just Want to Dance With You” by George Strait. Your heart swells with love. You grab your fuchsia robe from the back of the desk chair and tie it around your body as you emerge from the bedroom and follow his voice. 

He’s leaning on the kitchen island over a newspaper crossword puzzle, one hand holding a pen as the other slides his wire framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, singing, “I caught you lookin' at me when I looked at you; Yes, I did, ain't that true? You won't get embarrassed by the things I do; I just wanna dance with you…”

You greet him with a giddy smile, padding across the floor towards him, “Good morning.”

A smile stretches across his handsome face when he peers up at you from the newspaper, “Good morning, beautiful.” 

He sets the pen down and pushes off of the counter, meeting you with an outstretched hand. You take it, and he pulls you close, placing one hand on your waist. He guides you in a clumsy waltz to the tempo of the music. 

You giggle at him as he presses his forehead to yours. The lyrics of the upbeat ballad drift from his mouth, hot on your cheek. When the song ends, he keeps his fingers interlaced with yours and leads you to the kitchen island, where you take a seat on a stool across from him. 

He goes to the coffee pot and pours you a cup, then sets it down in front of you. Steam curls out of the white ceramic mug that reads CAVE WITHOUT A NAME. You wrap a hand around it, humming with glee, “Thank you, baby.” 

“Did you sleep good?” he asks, a grin spread across his face as he leans his elbows onto the newspaper. 

He is up to something.  

“I did,” your face flushes as your fingertip runs along the circumference of the steaming mug, collecting condensation, “I, um- I read your notes.” 

He brings his coffee mug to his lips and takes a sip, then sets it down and asks, “Did you like them?” 

You nod and your mouth gapes open as you try in vain to formulate words that could possibly explain the love and devotion bubbling inside you. Every moment you spend with him makes you love him even more. A feat you didn’t even think was possible. Yet, here you are. He wakes you up with love notes, dances with you in the kitchen, smiles at you with those fucking dimples, and you’re falling in love all over again. 

The euphoria that cycles through your veins when he’s touching you. The dread that clutches your heart when you imagine existing without his presence. The deep ache of adoration in your chest when you stare at him long enough to feel sentimental about it. All the ways he occupies your body and soul. Every ounce of you knows that this is it . 

Everything you can think of falls flat. Your face feels hot and your heart flutters. Happy tears prick in your eyes as they meet his and your eyebrows draw together, “You really wrote all of those?”  

He reaches across the countertop and closes your hand in his, nodding, “I did.” 

“Oh, Javi-“ the lump in your throat chokes you up and you wipe away the tears spilling onto your cheeks, “I’m sorry for crying, I just-“ you sniffle and pout at him, “I love you so much. I don’t even know how to explain.” 

“I love you too, cariño,” he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand affectionately. His smile hasn’t faltered, even as he tells you, “I think I’m going to get you to break your record today.” 

The record he speaks of is the number of times you’ve cried in a day. For the past week, tears have become a common reaction to overwhelming emotions. The pregnancy hormones are mingling with your recent life changes, on top of your predisposition to being a crybaby already, and have made you a sappy, teary-eyed disaster. 

Yesterday, he found you outside watching Pickles wriggle around on his back. Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, face wet from bawling. When he asked what was wrong, your answer was, “Nothing, he’s just so cute I feel like my heart is going to explode.” 

Your record is 10 cries in one day. You’ve been awake for about a half an hour and have already cried twice. It’s an impressive start. 

You sniffle again and wipe the stagnant tears away, then start laughing because you can’t even continue to take him seriously. He’s just fucking beaming at you. 

“What the fuck are you laughing about?” he starts laughing, too, then makes his way around the counter to you. 

His rough hands cup your cheeks and you shake your head as you grin up at him, “I just think you’re really great.”

“Yeah?” his smile widens, and you nod in response. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is a sweet peck, and you link your arms behind his neck to draw him in again, lingering longer this time. He inhales sharply as your tongue meets his, flipping your stomach upside down. His touch trails back to the hinges of your jaw, and he brushes the sleep-mussed hair from your face as the kiss deepens. 

A soft moan rumbles in your throat and you get to your feet, arching your back into him. His hands find your waist and pull you closer, and you can feel his cock hardening against you under the loose constraints of his lazy Sunday morning sweatpants. But he pulls back, speaking to you between needy, wet kisses, “Wait- mmm, gotta- gotta show you something-“ 

You pout and look up at him as you bring one hand down to his tented pants and rub your thumb in a circle against the tip of his length, “Can it wait?” 

He throws his head back as a hiss sucks the air from his lungs, then brings his eyes back to yours and shakes his head, “Can’t wait.” 

“Are you sure?” you bat your eyelashes and continue to tease him, feeling a bead of pre-cum wet the fabric between his cock and the pad of your thumb. 

A huge smile spreads across his face as he shudders, then pulls you back in for a smoldering kiss. He shakes his head as he gasps against your mouth, “So impatient, cariño.” 

“You want me to stop, baby?” you ask innocently, then roll your tongue against his and wrap your hand around his sweatpants-bound cock. He grabs your wrist gently and laces your fingers with his, then brings the back of your hand to his lips, where he plants a kiss. 

“What I want-“ he lowers himself onto one knee and pulls a little black velvet box out of his pocket. Every cell in your body comes to a standstill. He releases your hand so he can open it, revealing a gold band with a solitary sparkling white gemstone, “Is for you to marry me.” 

A surge of adrenaline floods your bloodstream, making you lightheaded, and you breathe, “Wh- what?” 

Your heart pounds impossibly fast in your chest as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes and asks, “Will you marry me?” 

Tears brim your eyes for the third time this morning, cheek-burning smile breaking out on your face when you answer him, “Fuck yes I will.” 

“Yeah?” he laughs and his smile is all dimples and perfect teeth when he plucks your hand up and slides the ring onto your finger. 

You laugh through your crying and nod. He gets to his feet and cups your cheeks again, thumbs wiping the tears away, and he kisses you with heat, guiding you backwards until you butt up against the dining room table. 

You cease kissing and throw your head back as laughter bubbles from your throat, “I can’t believe you just let me keep fondling you when you were going to ask that!” 

A smile stretches across his face as he chuckles and shrugs, “You’re very persuasive.”

Your eyebrow quirks, “Oh yeah?”

“But I couldn’t wait any longer,” his face softens into a loving gaze and your heart aches as it melts in your chest. He takes your left hand and holds it up so he can look at the ring he just adorned on your finger, and questions, “Do you know what today is?” 

Your stomach flips and you nod, “I met you five years ago today.” 

“That’s right,” the corners of his mouth upturn and he plants a kiss on your hand, “I fell in love with you five years ago today.” 

Your eyes sting as tears flood them again, the deep well of adoration and love you have for this man just too much to bear, and you pout, “This really isn’t fair, you’re trying to make me cry now.” 

His eyes fold into crescents as he laughs heartily, then presses his forehead against yours, “I love you.” 

“I love you, too, Javier,” you raise your hands to his face, thumbs scraping against the stubble he hasn’t shaved off yet this morning. He kisses you slowly, a series of lazy, wet lingering pecks. 

His hands trail down to your waist, then over and under your ass, palming the cheeks over your thin cotton robe. 

His nose nuzzles against yours and he hums in contentment, “Where were we?” 

“I think,” you drop your gaze to his tented pants and smirk as you bring your grasp around him, circling the dark gray wet spot with your thumb, “We were going to the bedroom.”

He groans at the touch, then shakes his head as he guides you onto the table and nudges your knees apart, “I want you right here.”

You let out a soft coo when he tugs on the sash of your robe until it’s undone and falls open, exposing your naked body. He cradles your head like it’s made of something delicate and priceless, then drags his tongue across yours, sending molten heat dripping down your spine. His lips press against your jawline and he hesitates. 

You whisper, “Kiss my neck.”

“Are you sure?” his eyebrows press together and he pulls back to meet your eyes, searching for reassurance. 

Recently, you both learned that touch to your neck is a trigger now. He has been cognizant not to touch you in the area since an incident, in which he innocuously put his hand to your throat during sex, led to your hyperventilating on the bedroom floor. 

Throughout your recovery after those two days in hell with Dan as your keeper, Javi has been fucking wonderful. 

When you wake up in the night, screaming and crying, thinking you’re still in that closet, he holds you, rocking back and forth, singing quietly as he strokes your hair and lulls you back to sleep. You do the same for him sometimes. 

In the first few weeks, when you would be alone for an extended period of time while Javi and Chucho were out working, panic attacks found you. You would call Javi from their home phone and he’d have you tell him all the things you could see that start with a certain letter, then he would talk you through grounding exercises. 

If it weren’t for the support you receive from him and your therapist, you would be a catastrophe. As opposed to what you are now, which is simply a mess. 

You nod and tilt your chin up, exposing the column of your throat, “I want it. I trust you.” 

“Will you tell me if it’s too much?” his touch falls to your ribcage and ghosts down your sides to your hips, pricking your skin with goosebumps. 

“I promise,” you breathe, and it turns into a gasp when his tongue massages a circle into your pulse. Your whole body shudders when he seals his lips against you and sucks gently. He migrates down your neck, leaving a trail of saliva shiny on your skin, sending your heart racing and your center vibrating with lust. 

“Oh, Javi, that’s so good baby,” you whimper to the ceiling, raking your fingers through his hair. His lips emit a low hum against you, moving to your collarbone where his teeth catch your skin. Your back arches into him, moaning in approval of the sharp sting. He soothes the bite with the gentle caress of his tongue. 

Rough hands skate along the tender skin of your thighs. The contact floods you with a neediness, and you grab at his shirt, whimpering, “I want you, Javi.”

He brings his lips to your ear and purrs, “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Come on,” you pout and reach for his swollen member, but he redirects your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. 

“You need to learn patience, babygirl,” he chastises, then flicks your earlobe with his tongue before grinding it between his teeth. A spring of pleasure flows down to your cunt. You moan in response, pelvis thrusting forward with a mind of its own. He whispers, “Does that sweet little pussy need attention?”

The words slither around inside you, making you squirm, and you nod breathlessly, “Y-yes.”

His free hand splays across your chest, “Well, that’s too fucking bad . Gonna take my time with you,” he warns as he pushes you back gently until you recline onto your elbows, “Gonna make you beg for it.” 

His hot gaze meets yours as his velvet tongue flattens on one of your pebbled nipples. His head swivels back and forth, dragging his tongue across the sensitive bud at a torturously slow tempo. Another shudder runs down the middle of you. 

“Fuck- “ you gasp, arching into the contact, head falling backwards for a moment before you return to meet his love-blown eyes. 

He responds by taking the nipple between his front teeth and tugging ever-so-gently. You moan from deep in your throat at the ripples of ecstasy that shoots across your body. Your cunt clenches around nothing. He moves to the other tit and works away, lapping and nibbling down on your nipple until you’re writhing beneath him, a constant stream of whimpers falling from your mouth. 

“Fuck me, please, Javi, please- “ 

“I will, cariño,” he promises, planting a hot, wet kiss on your sternum, then your belly, never breaking eye contact, “When I’m ready.” 

His tongue draws slow, lazy circles down the soft skin of your abdomen. The sensation rolls across your body and liquifies. He has you shivering and gasping at each touch. 

You huff, "Now?" 

He chuckles at your frustration, then instructs, “Scoot towards me.” 

You follow his order, wiggling forward until your glistening pussy is right on the edge of the table. His hands run down the backs of your thighs, and he spreads you open wide, on display for him. 

His eyebrows press into a crease and his lips form an "o" and he drops to his knees at the sight, purring, “I haven’t even touched this pretty pussy yet and, fuck, you’re already so wet.” 

“So fucking wet,” you whine, rolling your hips towards him, wordlessly begging him to touch you. 

His hot gaze locks on yours, looking up from between your legs as his tongue drags up the middle of your sex. Just a tease. A taste. You ache with want. 

“Fucking amazing, baby,” he breathes, and his gaze falls from yours as he gives his full, undivided attention to your cunt. His soft tongue starts rolling across your clit and you ascend to a different plane of existence. Those same molasses circles he drew all over your body, leaving a shiny trail of saliva to where he is now. Over and over and over again as he groans against you. 

The throbbing of pleasure keeps accumulating, condensing, slowly and steadily pushing you to new heights. Your face gets flushed and sweaty as your heart pounds in your chest. You roll your hips against his tongue, trying to get more. 

He rises to his feet and brings you closer, pressing his forehead to yours, cradling the back of your head with one hand as he pulls his sweatpants down with the other. His pants drop to the ground in a gray heap, releasing his thick, gorgeous cock. His lips capture yours with force, and he growls between messy kisses laced with your arousal, “See- how fucking- good you taste, cariño?”

"I love the way I taste in your mouth," you pant.

His thumb slides hard against your overly sensitive clit. The stimulation feels like an electric cattle prod to your pussy, sending your body bucking and shuddering. The pain is layered, though, and a deep want lays beneath. 

"Please, baby," you whine, grabbing at his shirt and tugging at him, "I need you, please-" 

You bite your lip in anticipation as the head of his cock nudges your entrance. His nose nuzzles against yours and he continues in a gravelly tone that ricochets down your spine, “Is that what you want, baby?”

Your lips form a pout and you nod, then gently thrust your hips against his, dipping him inside just enough to pull a rumble from his throat. The electric sharpness of his touch on your clit is overtaken by a wanton need for him to fucking destroy you. 

“Yes,” you whisper, tilting your pelvis against him, “Fuck me, Javi.”

He slowly drives his hips forward at your admission, filling you, sending waves of pleasure surging from your cunt to the tips of your toes. A moan is ripped from your throat and you throw your head back. He starts to fuck you, pumping into you deep and merciless. 

His lips find your neck again. He lays hot, wet kisses on the delicate skin. You run your fingers through his hair and gasp, “That’s fucking perfect, Javi, holy shit,” then tug at the front of his shirt, "Take it off."

He ceases movement, fully sheathed, and sits up, pulling the shirt off over his head. The shirt takes his new glasses with them and they clatter to the floor and he winces. You giggle at the clumsiness. The gentle jostling of your body around his cock trickles ecstasy into your center, and you gasp at the sensation. 

A sheen of sweat glistens atop his skin and he's panting as he meets your eyes with a grin. He looks happy. And in love. You probably do, too, because that's how you feel. The way your heart swells almost fucking hurts. 

You beckon him closer, and he follows, leaning in slowly to press his plush lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching your back into him, digging your fingernails into his skin. He throbs inside you, making you gasp. His moan vibrates into your lips, and he starts pumping into you, faster, more frantic now. 

The way you're huddled against each other, whimpering between kisses, reveling in the divine pleasure each movement, each touch, brings you both. As it always does, it feels like you were made for each other. 

As if he can read your mind, he rasps, "I fucking love you."

"I love you, Javi. So- fuck- so fucking much," you pant, pulling his lips against yours again. 

He moans in approval and brings his hands to your waist, trailing up your back to your shoulders. He gets a grip on you here and leverages you down on his cock as he thrusts forward, setting a brutal pace. Your whole body buzzes and tingles, and the kisses grow more desperate. 

His hips snap into yours, bringing you up higher and higher as your muscles tighten and your body starts to quiver. 

“Javi-“ a choked sob escapes you as you start to ascend towards bliss, “I’m fucking cumming- oh, fuck-“

"Fuck yes, cum for me, babygirl," he orders through gritted teeth, "Wanna feel you squeeze me-"

You come completely undone, overtaken with ripples of ecstasy from your center. Your legs clamp down around his hips as your body spasms, and you can hear Javi moan in response to the sensation, pumping into you with reckless abandon a few more times before he spills inside you. 

Slowly, your muscles slacken and soften, but before you can release his shoulders from your grasp and lay back on the table, he whispers breathlessly, "Hold on tight."

"Wh-"

His hands move to your ass and you squeal when he picks you up. He carries you into the bedroom as you giggle into his neck, then you both tumble sideways onto the mattress. 

"Oh, that's so much better," he groans and sprawls out. 

You curl up into the crook of his arm, "You're the one that wanted to- nay, insisted that we- fuck on the table."

"Mmm," he hums and closes his eyes with a small smile playing on his lips, "Just wanted to eat your pussy for breakfast at the kitchen table."

This makes you laugh, loud and untethered, "Worth it?"

He chuckles and nods, eyes still closed, "Worth it." 

There's a flutter inside your belly and you gasp, "Oh my god, Javi."

"What?" his body tenses and his brow furrows. 

It flutters again and your eyes well with tears, "She's moving. I can feel her moving."

A dimpled smile stretches across his face and he sits up, placing a hand on your small, but still noticeable, baby bump. 

"I don't know if you'll be able to feel her kick on the outside," you tell him softly, then chuckle, "She's only a papaya right now."

"That's ok," he mumbles, smiling down at your belly, "Little Miss Rosemary Peña will be able to kick my ass before I know it."

"Probably," you tease. 

He grins at you and shakes his head, then lays back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to cuddle you closer. A comfortable, warm silence embraces the two of you, and your fingers trail along his chest, his belly, his face. Writing love notes on his skin. He plays with your hair and watches you with love sparkling in his dark eyes. 

You're home.

[ The End ]

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"Holy shit, June."

"Hello to you too, Chilwell" she smiled. "May I come in?" 

"Of course" Ben said, looking at her from head to toe as she walked past him. She was wearing a tiny black dress that hugged her body in all the right places, leaving no room for imagination. She looked simply stunning. "I thought we were staying here, that we weren't going anywhere."

"And we aren't."

"Then why are you dressed like that?" he asked as he followed her to the kitchen.

"Don't you like it?" June smirked.

"I fucking love it, June. But I don't get it."

"Yesterday I won the league, so I thought I could dress up a bit and make today's lunch even more special. We are celebrating after all" she said, leaving the bag she was carrying on the kitchen aisle and turning to look at Ben.

"We are, yes" he replied, his eyes fixed on her. 

"Though I just realized I brought tomato sauce and I may ruin my dress while cooking. I'm gonna have to get changed."

"Your clothes are upstairs."

"Yeah… But I was thinking about something else…" she said, biting her lip and walking towards him. 

"Something else?" Ben gulped, June resting her hands on his chest.

"I thought you could help me get out of this dress."

"You… I…"

"Yes, Chilwell. You and I" she said before kissing him.

At first she did it slowly, she had definitely caught him by surprise. But when Ben kissed her back, June did it with more passion, with more need.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his hair while pulling him closer to her. 

"Your room or mine?" she whispered when they managed to break apart. 

"Shouldn't we eat something first?" 

"Let's leave lunch for later. We'll need to recharge" she smirked before taking his hand and leading him upstairs.

"June…" Ben said, stopping in front of his room's door.

"What? Didn't you make your bed?" she teased him. "It'll be for the better, don't worry."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it? Don't you want this?" she asked, running her hands through his hair once again. She couldn't get enough of it, it was the softest thing ever. 

"I do, but…"

"Then come on" she said, opening the door and jumping at him the moment they were inside, kissing him with even more passion than before. This time he didn't hesitate and kissed her back, his hands finally realizing they were allowed to move and doing it all over her body as they walked towards the bed. 

"Sit" she ordered him, pushing him against the bed.

"I'm not a dog, Maxwell" Ben chuckled.

"Right now I wouldn't mind being a dog" she said with a mischievous smile while sitting on his lap and straddling him.

"You… oh."

"Yes, oh" she said before kissing him again, his hands moving up and down her thighs before grabbing her butt, giving one of her cheeks a little pinch.

"Oi!" she giggled. 

"Couldn't help myself" Ben shrugged. "You know I'm a big fan."

"You are, yes" June laughed, starting to leave kisses on his neck while moving her hands under his t-shirt, making him gasp before taking it off.

"Why are you smiling like that?" he asked.

"I was just thinking that for a retired football player, you keep yourself in very good shape, Chilwell."

"Thank you. But June…" Ben said, not being able to keep talking as June's lips found his again. He was starting to feel himself getting lost on her, on her body against his, on everything she was making him feel. "June, wait… June… June, stop" he finally managed to say, taking her hands from around his neck and holding them on his. 

"What happened?" 

"I don't want to do it."

"What?" she laughed.

"I don't want to do it" Ben repeated.

"This thing between your legs says otherwise" she smirked, moving her hips against him. "Everything in you says otherwise, to be honest. I can feel it."

"Not everything" he said, trying to stay focused. "My head and my heart say no."

"You… what?"

"I don't want our first time to be like this."

"Like this? What do you mean?"

"I don't want it to be just sex because we both are horny. I don't want to become one of your fuck buddies."

"Excuse me?" June said, moving from his lap and sitting on the bed.

"I'm sorry if that came out a bit harsh, I didn't mean to."

"Too late" she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"There is nothing wrong with that and I totally respect it if that's what you want. But it isn't what I want" he said, turning to look at her. 

"And what do you want, Chilwell?"

"If we are gonna keep doing this, keep seeing each other… I want us both to take it seriously. I want to take you out on dates where I pick you up at your place and we go for a fancy dinner or just a picnic in the park. I want to spend the day with you doing nothing, just chilling and getting to know you, to stay up late talking on the phone, to get that feeling of not being able to wait until the next day to see you. I want… I want us, June. Because I have feelings for you. Because I'm falling in love with you" Ben said, caressing her cheek.

There, he had said it.

What had been eating him alive since the last time June had been at his house, was finally out.

After she had left, he had found himself feeling lonely, thinking about how he wished she wasn't gone. He wanted her to stay with him, to spend the day and the night together, cooking, talking, laughing, cuddling, kissing… and more. He wanted her. All of her.

But he also wanted to do things right. He knew Mason still had feelings for her, so before they took any step further, he wanted to make sure he and June were on the same page. That she also felt what he felt, that they had a future together. 

"I have to go" June blurted out, stopping Ben when he was about to kiss her.

"What?"

"I have to go. I just remembered I have to do something for tomorrow's party and I have to go" she repeated, getting up from the bed.

"June…"

"I'm sorry, Ben. I have to go" she said again before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.

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