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Silent, huh?
Cheater Gojo angst
Cont: Cheating, angst, heavy on angst, f!reader, sad ending, mentions of cheating, death, fuck you I'm sorry :(
Word count: 1.3k
You couldn't believe your eyes. Eyes that were wide staring at your phone, a photo your friend sent you plastered on the screen. What. The. Fuck.
It wasn't just any photo. God, you wished it would be any other photo right now.. but, alas, you couldn't have even that peace.
The photo your eyes were glued onto was that of your boyfriend kissing another woman. Outside of his car. In the driveway of her house.
What. The. Fuck.
You could feel the anger seeping to your fingertips, urging you to smash your phone or..or throw it or anything! Just a small release to your overflowing pot of hate you feel towards your boyfriend right now.
The anger gets redirected back to your head as you hear the keys of your soon to be ex-boyfriend jingling against the lock of your shared house, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing.
"Hey, sweetcheeks, I'm home!"
Fuck. His voice made you want to rip your ears off, the disgust fills your gut as your body starts feeling too heavy to stand. You sit down on the bed, gripping your phone in your hands right as Satoru walks into the room, looking for you.
"Heyy, silent, huh?~" Satorus voice drips with honey as he walks from the bedroom door to press a kiss against your forehead.
Finally, it's just too much, your eyes sting and dwell with heavy tears that are threatening to fall. The sickeningly sour feeling of betrayal pulls your lip back in a snarl, and you suck in a shaky breath of air from between your teeth.
"Don't touch me, Satoru..."
Satoru steps back, shock written on his face, and he tilts his head down to look at you.
"Woah, where'd that come from..?"
"Cut the crap... Who is she?" You snap, standing up from the bed and shoving your phone into his face.
Satoru feels the blood drain from his face, appearing somehow even paler than usual as his eyes land on the picture on your screen. His throat drying up as he gulps and his lips twist into a nervous smile.
"I can explain—"
"Yeah? You can explain? What good fucking explanation can you have for this?!" Your interruption smacks that stupid smile off of Satorus face as you point at the screen of your phone.
"Listen‐ Listen baby it wasn't anything serious I promise-" Satoru could feel tears forming in his eyes as he looked at yours falling down your cheeks, fuuuck..He really fucked up.
The guilt building up in his eyes in the forms of tears just makes you pull out a choked laugh from your throat.
"You're crying? Seriously, out of the two of us, you have no right to cry about this!" Your voice is shaky when you yell at him. Your lungs feel like collapsing in on themselves, and every single blink forces more salty tears to coat your cheeks.
Satoru couldn't do anything but press his lips together. The fear that if he tried to talk his own tears would finally break out, and he'd suffocate on his words, overwhelming every sense in his body.
"I want you out of this house, I never want to see you again.." The lump in your throat would feel like it's growing at every word, your voice trailing off to silence as you speak.
Satoru couldn't even answer you. The only thing he could do was just stand there and do nothing, only being snapped back once his phone started to buzz in his pocket with incoming calls and messages. The silence being broken down by his phone felt like how nails on a chalkboard sounds like, just growing worse and worse on every buzz. It's not quite bad enough to actually break the moment just there to worsen it, little by little, second by second until—
"Fuck, baby I- I gotta check it out.." Satorus voice is the first to actually snap the moment in half, like scissors cutting a string being stretched to its limits.
You turn your head away, crossing your arms over your chest as he takes his phone out to read the numerous messages that had been ruining your dramatic moment.
"It's Nanami, they need me in Shibuya for something..I'm sorry, can we please talk about this when I come home..?" His voice was pleading, nearly breaking into a whine as he put his phone back into his pocket.
You sigh.
"Yeah..Fine, let's talk when you come back. But this doesn't mean I hate you any less." Your words sunk into his guts like a punch. You hated him.. Maybe, no, definitely, it was deserved, but hearing his loved one, his girlfriend, the love of his life, say it so coldly to his face was agonising.
Satoru wanted to reach out to you, grab your hands, and pull you in, but both the urging of his peers and the hatred in your eyes just pushed him out. He would just deal with this shit going on in Shibuya and come back to you.. You'd be there waiting for him, definitely, you promised to talk to him once he came back so of course you'd be there!...Right?
It had been a while since you could gather up your own ego to see Satoru, around a month and a half, you'd guess.. You had picked up sunflowers on your way to see him. They're his favourite flowers, after all. You didn't exactly know why you even wanted to please him so bad by bringing flowers, come on, he was the one who cheated on you. But you had decided to at least try and be nice and push through this.
You hadn't really had any contact with him after he left you standing in your room alone. You had broken down very quickly after he had teleported away, gathering yourself for what felt like and probably was hours before falling asleep. Only to wake up alone at around midnight and continue crying into the mattress. Sometime in the morning, a sweet lady from your neighbourhood had come to the door to ask if you were okay. The wailing of your broken heart leaking from your throat probably kept the poor woman awake, and she didn't want to be mean..
Fuck, you felt so overwhelmed. The beating of your heart against the inside of your chest ringing all the way up in your ears as you clutch the flowers in your tight grip. You force yourself to suck in a deep breath before walking up to Satoru. Finding courage took you forever before you could even think to spit out something, anything just say anything. God, you must look awkward just standing there, SAY SOMETHING!
"Hey. Sorry I haven't.. Come see you.." You could barely even hear yourself talk over the loud thumping of your pulse in your ears. Your eyes felt so heavy from crying and the lack of sleep and seeing Satoru wasn't doing any good.
"Soo, how have you been?..Sorry, stupid question..Uhm...Fuck, I don't know what to say.." Your heart shattered at the silence that was meeting your minoscule efforts to a conversation. Gripping the flowers tighter and turning your gaze down, trying to hide your forming tears before chuckling to yourself.
"Silent, huh? Satoru?..." You whispered, pulling your sleeve over the palm of your hand to wipe away the tears before they had a chance to fall.
You couldn't say anything else, so you decide to just sit down by him and place the flowers over the dirt covering him, or whatever remained of him under there. Leaning your head against the cold marble headstone and pulling your legs against your own chest.
"You know Satoru, I don't actually hate you.." Was all you could muster from your lips before having to bury your face into your knees, biting into your lower lip in a silent cry. A cry that would slowly chip the silence away and break out in whines and sobs.
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Pose…pt.2
18+…smut !! minor dni
summary: Alexia takes you back home to show you how much you belong to her..
note: a few ppl have been wanted a part two for pose, and i truly want to make other scenarios with alexia x model!reader !! lmk if you want more of that but enjoy !!
warnings: filthy, joking, ruff housing, degrading, etc
You were slowly but surely becoming impatient as you and Alexia road home. Even though Alexia had satisfied you in the car she had you yearning for more, needing more, you knew you were in for it when you two got home. The heat that started to build up between your legs by just the thought of what just occurred a couple minutes ago. Alexia could tell you were getting inpatient, she could see by the way you kept squirming in the seat and brushing your thighs, almost like you felt uncomfortable.
You couldn’t wait until you guys reached your shared flat. You were soon startled by the blondes large palms caressing your thigh, making the hazel eyed woman chuckle at your reaction. She knew how much she was riling you up, she enjoyed seeing you this way.
You guys finally reached the driveway of you guys shared home, the drive felt like centuries to you because of how adamant you were to go home. As Alexia parked the car you were startled by her large hands cupping your jaw harshly as she forced your head to turn and said “I want you to be undressed by the time you lay on that bed, do you understand ?” she said in a husky tone , as you nodded your head yes obediently as you raised your shaky hands to open the passenger door.
You quickly speed walk trying to make it discreet, not wanting to look desperate at how hot and bothered Alexia made you. You swiftly went up the stairs that led to you guys shared master room, urgently opening to the door to start taking off your clothes.
You brushed the clothes off and threw it carelessly on the floor as you climbed onto you guys shared bed waiting patiently for Alexia.
As you heard the faucet downstairs turn on alerting you that Alexia had entered you guys shared up, your heart started beating as your excitement creeped up. you heard her footsteps approaching as she entered the room. “Look at you listening to me when i ask you to” she said with a mischievous smirk on her face with a glass of water in her hands.
She took long strides towards the bed, as she set the glass of water down and climbed on the bed near your closed legs that you were squeezing together desperately yearning for touch. She brought her hand to spread your legs and muttered out a simple “relax” as she stretched over to grab the glass of water she set down. She brought it to her lips drink the water, after she ushered you to sit up, “say ah” as she brought her hand to roughly grab your jaw as you opened your mouth bringing the the cup to your lips. “We gotta stay hydrated amor, we’re gonna have a long night” she said as she stretched her words out.
She placed the empty glass of water down as she brought her thumb to wipe her thumb across your lower lip tugging down on it, as she slowly but ruffly went in for a passionate kiss. She pulled away and shoved you back down on the bed.
She started kissing you slowly wanting to take her time with you, slowly but surely kissing down your neck sucking every empty space she could find, creating marks all over your neck. She slowly brought her lips near your breast as she popped your nipple in her mouth swirling her tongue around your areola, your back arched off the bed as your brought your hands to tangle in her blonde locks, you let out a breathily moan making her flick her hazel eyes up towards you, she loved seeing how much she pleasured you, that alone brought herself pleasure. That’s sometimes all she wanted to do..bring you pleasure without getting anything in return.
she popped your nipple out her mouth that came along with a wet noise. She slowly licked and sucked all the way down your stomach till she paused right above your your heat. Her breathe was fanning your core bringing you light pleasure. You were quickly disappointed when she quickly moved away and climbed off the bed as you whined in disapproval.
She walked into to you guys shared closet, and walked out with her harness around her waist, top off clad with some boxers. She slowly climbed on the bed animalistic like towards you and forced your legs open harshly for the second time, “what have i told you about closing them?” she said with irritation leaking in her voice, as you muttered out a soft “sorry” whimpering in displeasure.
You didn’t know if your mind was just playing tricks on you or if the strap looked longer than it usually did. Alexia chuckled at your shocked expression as eyes trailed towards the strap, Alexia scooted her body down towards inside of your thighs and licked a long strip making you moan in surprise, you brought your hand to her head, as she continued to suck and lick occasionally, “oh my gosh ale” you said through a fit of moans. She slowly brought her head up and asked “are you ready amor, or do i have to losen you up ?” she said with a smirk on her face.
“No please ale, i’m ready” you said begging pathetically making her chuckle lightly at your desperation. You let out a loud gasp as she shoved the strap inside without warning“fuck!” you yelled out in pleasure and surprise. Future you is not thrilled at all about how loud you’re being knowing you were disturbing the neighbors.
Alexia slowly pumped in and out as you let out a long string of moans, she slowly picked up the rhythm of her hips, at this point she was slamming into you, relentlessly your back arched off the bed in the amount of pleasure you felt, “Ale i can’t take i p..please” you said out of breathe, “yes you can baby, your doing so good for me” she said after every movement. The noise of skin slapping together filled the room along with the wet noises of your juices.
Alexia wasn’t giving up any time soon, you could feel yourself getting close, your body felt like it was at wits end, “ale please i’m about to cum” you said your words soon replaced with loud moans “no, i want us to cum together” she said out of breathe from all the work she was doing, you were put under an insane amount of pleasure when the blonde lifted your leg up in a new position when she placed it on her shoulder, she brought her lips towards your ankle and laid sloppy kisses down your leg as she relentlessly fucked you.
You could tell she was reaching her breaking point when she threw her head back in pleasure, she let out a long groan “I’m about to cum, finish with me” she soon started to slam into in such a quick animalistic rate. A wave of euphoria washed over your body as you reached your breaking point when a squirt of liquid came out and landed on the bed. “What the fuck was that” you said absolutely mortified, Alexia let out a breathy chuckle at how shocked you were “that’s never happened before” you said still in shock “that just means i did my job correctly” she said motioning to the liquid.
She flopped on the bed beside you and brought your tired body to lay on top of her. You snuggled into her neck as she kissed the top of your head letting out a hum in approval, “I’m sorry for getting jealous” she said quietly as shifted her eyes away from yours when you looked up at her and continued to draw circle on your bare back “hey it’s okay” you said sitting up and grabbing her jaw forcing her to look at you, but her eyes were distracted and were looking elsewhere, when you noticed where you playful smacked her and let out a light “perv” as you giggled at her ‘teenage boy like’ antics as you would like to see she lightly chucked and said “i can’t help it they look perfect” she said gesturing towards your exposed chest. She crawled near you and pulled you in for a passionate kiss.
“te amo” she said in between kisses “i love you to” you said, “but we really have to work on your jealousy problems” you said playfully “amorrr” she said groaning at your teasing.
note: this is so horrible icl i suck at writing smut because i just cringe so hard but enjoy !! i’ll check my spelling later !!
#barca femeni#woso x reader#woso community#woso imagine#woso#barca#alexia x reader#alexia putellas one shot#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas smut
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MR. TELEPHONE MAN — sim jy. x fem!reader
✧ syn : in which, your boyfriend jake calls you late at night, but you don’t answer. he then jumps to multiple conclusions.
✧ cws : a few kisses, mild profanities. typos & grammatical errors.
on your line though, a last minute notice about the power outage shutting down for a while as they try to figure the problems about the electricity that were issued by many residents.
you panicked as you checked your battery percentage on your phone going lower, it was supposedly the time to be calling jake and telling him about your day and random miscellaneous events.
as soon as jake finished showering and drying his hair to avoid making puddles on the floor, he immediately jumped on his bed and scrolled through his contacts to find yours, clicking the call button.
now it’s unusual for him that you’re not picking his call up right away. he thinks that maybe you’re just dealing with something right now, so he waited patiently for your reply.
but it’s already been 10 minutes since he started calling. jake starts to fidget with his phone, spinning it around as he continues to wait for your callback. his patience was worning out each passing minute.
‘what if she’s not home yet?’
‘what if she’s calling someone else?’
‘what if she got into an accident?’
“nooo, jake don’t think that. get yourself together.” he finished, his eyes glowering at his phone. before he could make a decision to find out what you were up to, another what if statement appeared in his mind.
‘what if she’s ignoring me, playing games without me, watching or listening to music without me?’
by now, he didn’t know why he was suddenly outside of his apartment building and heading towards yours which was only a few blocks away. his walk wasn’t exactly normal, he was practically stomping slightly.
it’s rare to spot a sulky sim jaeyun.
your house was dark, all of the lights were off so what kept you from being able to see a bit was your lit candle that you were able to find. leading your phone to finally die because of using the flashlight feature for too long.
you were constantly cautious for anything that might happen without you knowing. whilst you were wearing a cardigan, there was little to no warmth you could feel, the goosebumps crawling on your skin quickly.
an abrupt knock interrupted your tense figure from negative thoughts coming into your mind. not just a knock, multiple knocks in a pattern to which you recognized as your boyfriend.
you ran to your front door, the prettiest man standing right infront of you. “jake? what the hell are you doing here?” you opened the door wide enough for him to come inside.
“a power outage?” he ignored your question, as he looked around your apartment, being only lit by a single candle.
“so you weren’t doing anything without me?” he added.
“sim jaeyun.” you snapped, wanting an explanation from his unexpected visit.
“sorry, love. i just thought something happened, so i got worried and.. yeah.” he confessed with a hint of guilt.
you reluctantly nodded at him but asked again, “and?” he tilted his head low, mumbling things that you could not hear.
as much as you wanted him to speak louder, you decide not to request him to repeat what he said. instead you took a step closer towards him, closing the gap between the two of you.
“you can do better than that.” you commented on the volume of his voice which was quieter than his usual normal tone.
taking a deep breath, “i was looking forward to our call the whole day, it was all i could think about. and then you didn’t answer right away like you usually do, so even if a few minutes have passed, i was already getting impatient—“
he blabbered on until he was cut off by a pair of lips over his for a second. he blinked once, twice, and thrice. you let out a chuckle when you saw his face being shock over a single peck on the lips.
though that didn’t last long, jake made sure that you would be the one who was shocked now. “are you calling that a kiss?” there’s your boyfriend back into his senses.
the apartment was dimmed, but the two were igniting their own lights in the room, beating the small candle that was put on the kitchen counter.
— end. thank you for reading!
written by; @cinaerri ⋆ do not steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.
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I have been in my mind palace, building my pretend Florrick-Ulder Buddy Cop dollhouse and filling it with my favorite things: drama, female background characters and crackships thereof, and elaborate Mad Libs stories cobbled together from vaguely-defined Lore. Also, a special guest star: Helia, the halfling werewolf character scrapped early in development
Brain dump below
as usual, Lore Mistakes are just part of the AU so I'm not worried about it
The first question is of course "when could it have been possible for Florrick and Ulder to Buddy Cop Adventure together?" Placing Ulder at about 55 years old as of 1492, if I wanted him to be about 20 during the adventure (a few years of "adult" life under his belt, but a Fist grunt still, yearning for a role model), that would take me back to 1457.
Florrick's age is less important to nail down, but according to my headcanon placing her around 125 years old in 1492, she'd be around 90 in 1457. I'm still workshopping exactly what I think her life course was in Baldur's Gate - my firm headcanon is that she was born and raised in the Forest of Tethir, and left as a young adult to pursue travel and magical education, but when exactly she ended up in the Gate and what exactly she was up between then and ~1480 is TBD. Regardless, by 1457, she's long since completed a wizardry apprenticeship, and having attained the rank of Flaming Fist Manip, she has young Ulder under her command.
Landing the timing in 1457 is convenient, because upon googling the historical events of Baldur's Gate, I found that there was as significant event around 1450: the attempted coup by Duke Valarken, in which he was supported by a group of lycanthropes in his attempt to overthrow the Council of Four and become sole leader of Baldur's Gate. Following this, the Parliament of Peers was formed and the office of Grand Duke, created. Certainly, the ensuing decade or so was a time of great turmoil as the dust settled - the perfect time for the dynamic duo and a friendship of a lifetime to form.
That timing and event is also convenient, because what other female background character am I in love with, whom I also lightly ship with my beloved Florrick?
Dalyria - according to her journal, once the Physician General to the Parliament. When exactly she was turned and enslaved by Cazador is unknown, but it must have been sometime after 1450 for her title to even exist. Which means she could certainly have "gone missing" in, say, 1457, and, say, leave a lover reeling and desperate for closure...
This setup is great because it gives Florrick and Ulder something to be buddy-cop about: a high-profile missing persons case, with perhaps more of a heart than Florrick wants to share with this kid, and a dynamic formative event for the young Ravengard.
With limited clues to go off of, the streets teeming with the big and little fishes of the city snapping up whatever scraps of power they can find, etc etc etc, obviously Florrick and Ulder would need companions in this quest.
So, who else could have been a) alive and b) active and c) potentially helpful and/or suspicious in Baldur's Gate in 1457?
Obviously Jaheira is always around for whatever bullshit is assailing the city she has, perhaps, only recently settled in permanently to take over an old family home and, perhaps, raise some orphans. Certainly, she'd answer the call to help her old uh *cough* friend Florrick in her time of need. Could the Bhaalists be back at it, aiming to pick off the parliament one by one? Not on Jaheira's watch!! At about 110 years old, Jaheira is also probably in her MILF prime at this point (before ascending to her GILF prime in BG3). Not relevant, just FYI.
On the 'suspicious' front, we have Araj Oblodra, eccentric apothecary of the Lower City. Living in exile since her House was cast into the Clawrift in 1358 (an event she was alive, but not present, for), perhaps Araj is unduly invested in finding the vampire coven physician general, and her alchemical skills as well as proficiency as a rogue are too compelling to pass on, sketchy as she is. I didn't get much farther than that, but she's sexy and I love her, so she gets to be a main character.
In my mind, the ideal "party size" would be 5, so who else? There are a few other options - Volo is certainly around somewhere and definitely not minding his business, Elminster must be lurking as usual, Abdel Adrian probably cares about this, etc - but I just didn't want any more elves or wizards. But wait, did I say lycanthropes were behind the failed coup?
You know who's a werewolf? Helia, the halfling bard orgin/companion scrapped early on in development. Listening to her datamined dialogue, she seems to have been a scrappy, no-nonsense kind of gal and an older lady in 1492, so a young woman in 1457. Pending more research on the context of werewolves/lycanthropes in the Forgotten Realms world, but perhaps she's been wrongly imprisoned since the failed coup. Perhaps, suspecting a second attempt by the same group could be behind the attack on the parliament, she's busted out of prison by a pair of enterprising young Fists, promising a chance to earn her freedom.
This will probably just remain a Concept, so I don't want to get myself bogged down in Plot, but there's really only one conclusion:
In the end, the investigators are thwarted by Cazador Szarr, who is too wealthy and powerful to convince the Parliament and Council to take on. The case of the missing Physician General is closed - ruled a suicide, likely, based on bunk evidence - and a broken-hearted Florrick and disheartened Ulder have no consolation except the friendship they've forged, and a promise to one another:
That, even if it takes half a century, they will work together to see Baldur's Gate to a more just future.
#also a 20 yr old Ulder stuck with all these insane women like 🧍 is so funny to me#work in progress and by work I mean brain concept that will prob not materialize beyond Posts and Drawings#counsellor florrick#ulder ravengard#jaheira#araj oblodra#bg3 helia#dalyria#bg3
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‘OURS’
Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.
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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, self doubt, body image, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!
Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)
Chapter 16 - Ready for Spain | ‘Ours’
Trent returned back to first team training in the beginning of the week and got to play about 60 minutes at the match over the weekend. In your opinion he played great and looked even better doing it. Trent had been told by the manager to chill a little bit. It wasn’t a high stakes game so he wasn’t going into it maybe with the same exertion he normally would so the internet had a field day. ‘He can’t defend’… yada yada the same old. It usually didn’t bother Trent all that much but after a while the repetition of it just got so tiresome. He was coming home from the match knowing no matter the game he had, the conversation would always be there. There would always be someone saying he played poorly. You felt terrible but all you could do was be there for him.
“Tough day, pretty boy?” you cooed gently seeing Trent come in the house back from training. You had put Teddy down for a nap so you were sitting by yourself on your living room couch dressed in Trent’s sweat pants rolled at your waist and an Alo bra tank. Trent let out a groan and nodded before he came over and laid practically on top of you. He settled into your embrace nuzzling his face into your neck.
“It’s so frustrating. There’s nothing to do but it’s like anytime I open my phone. Sky sports say this… Gary Neville says that… I just can’t get away from it.” He sighed, his voice muffled by his proximity to your skin.
“I’m sorry, baby.” You cooed, running your hands up and down his back. He hummed, enjoying the feeling. He cuddled a bit closer to you. “It’s irrelevant. You’re amazing. Teddy and I think you’re the best in the world, baby.” He nodded against you. At the base of his spine you slipped your hands under his shirt to be closer to him, grazing your hands over his warm skin. You wanted to comfort him the best you could.
“Yeah? Still your baby? Even if I’m a ‘shit right back’” He asked you quietly repeating what he read. He just wanted to hear he was yours He knew he was, he just wanted to hear it. Hear it in your voice, in your accent. One of your hands continued up his spine to his neck, you wrapped your hand around the back of it scratching his skin gently. He closed his eyes and kissed your neck. As confident and strong and often guarded as Trent presented to the outside world, he found that he was able to be softer and more sensitive around you. You let him be vulnerable with you. It was something that Trent never had experienced before he was with you. The safety of letting your guard down with someone. He remembered telling you your first night together he had never called anyone baby in his life. He just was a total melt for you. He remembered the shiver running up his back when you called him each different pet names for the first time. At first he couldn’t believe he was acting this way but he just embraced it. Now, on hard days, the ones where he used to just want to be alone, he just wanted to be with you. He wanted to hear all the mushy things you had to say and you were more than happy to indulge him.
“Yeah, always my T.” you cooed. You kissed his hair. “My baby, my husband.” you softly cooed again. You felt him shift a little in your arms. You giggled imagining what could possibly be running through his mind after you said that. He pulled away from your neck and placed his chin on your collarbone to look up at you. He smiled. “Just trying it out...” You giggled again. He lazily reached up to grab your jaw with one hand and pull your face down to his. He kissed your lips softly.
“Say it again f’me, beautiful.” He looked up at you like you were an angel. He loved you so much. He had completely forgotten about all the shitty things happening online. He was soothed into a haze by your touch and the sound of your voice. You repeated it a few times before you got tired. He tucked his face back into your neck and sighed contently. For the moment, he wasn’t Trent Alexander-Arnold the footballer, he was just the man that was going to be your husband and there was not a more comforting thing in the world than that.
“Want me to make you something to eat?” You cooed softly, rubbing your hand over his head.
“Nah, stay right here, please” He mumbled against you moving his head onto your chest nuzzling his face into your boobs. You felt like someone in this house constantly had their face there whether it was him or Teddy but right now this was nice that it was him “ I love coming home to you.” He hummed soothed being back with you. It was nice until Trent was back to his old self and feeling particularly cheeky. It started with one peck to your chest, then a slow kiss onto your boob, moving to a bit more of a suck, and then essentially just a bite.
“Erm.. ow! Excuse you? You’re worse than Teddy. That hurt!” You giggled. His hands came around you began to massage your tits. You hummed getting lost in the moment loosing the pain from his bite quite quickly.
“I’m sorry, baby. Let me kiss it better, yeah.” He began kissing your chest. He pulled you more into him than he was on you now. You leaned back into him arching your back pushing your chest out. He kneaded your tits gently with his hands as his kisses got closer and closer to one of your nipples. He slyly pulled your top down, your boobs falling out for him. Both hands rolling the buds of your nipples between his fingers.
“Oh T… fuck.” You let out a whiny cry not expecting this but honestly, you should have. You felt a shiver run through your whole body. He was being so gentle with you but you were so sensitive. He shifted to be behind you and pulled you into his lap. You laid back against him with your legs spread unintentionally. He pulled your legs even further apart though to drape over his, hooking your feet behind his calves to keep your legs open. His arms wrapped around you, hands back playing with your tits. He guided his hands down from your boobs over your stomach and teasingly into your his sweatpants. His fingers danced over your covered pussy and your breath hitched. Trent loved that the tables had turned. He was so vulnerable moments before and now he had you needy and squirming against him. Your head almost felt dizzy. You let out a pathetic whine as he began to stroke over your clit. He began to draw circles over it softly humming in appreciation of the dampened spot on your panties already without him really doing anything. He moved your hair off your shoulder and placed his lips on your neck. He dragged his tongue over your most sensitive spots, nibbling and sucking when he felt like it just to get you to moan. You tasted so good though, you felt so good, so Trent got a little greedy. His free hand wrapped around your throat and turned your head for a kiss. Your breathing became erratic lost in his kisses, you couldn’t think. Trent never failed to take his time even with his kisses. He was so sweet with you yet simultaneously incredibly dirty. Kiss after kiss, you were so caught up you barely noticed his fingers move your panties to the side he did it so smoothly. He picked up the pace of his finger now directly playing with your clit. Your pussy was sopping wet now, you were dripping all down your thighs. His fingers managed to be both tender and sweet and harsh and rough all at the same time. Your thighs began to quiver. You slumped back against Trent desperate for a release. He bit onto your neck a little, feeling himself beginning to get harder and harder just from your pleasure.
“It’s okay, baby. Relax. Cum f’me, yeah? I got you. It’s okay to make a mess.” He whispered in your ear. The sound of your wet pussy was lewd you had a hard time even listening to your words but you clocked the word 'cum' easily because you were about to.
“Ah fuck! Oh my god, T!” You whined beginning to babble. It was more pleasurable than anything but it was slightly annoying that he got you like this. Your pussy dripping in the living room all from playing with your clit. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Please let me me cum.”
“Yeah, go on, baby.” He whispered again. The warmth of his breath against your ear, the feeling of his fingers on your pussy, his free hand fondling your tits. You gripped onto his knees hunching forward a little so overwhelmed by the high about to wash over you but your body crashed back against him seconds later. He kiss your collarbone. You whined when his movement became slow and precise. His rhythm was melodic and perfect. You impatiently grinded against his hand. You dropped your head back against his shoulder behind you. Your jaw slacked, your breathing only intensifying. You shut your eyes as white hot pleasure coarse through you. Your orgasm ransacking your every thought. “Good girl.” He smiled smugly, very proud of his handy work and your body’s reaction. He slowed his movements as your pussy continued to spasm. “Such a good girl f’me.” He whispered against your neck with a kiss. He removed his now wet hand and hugged your waist reverting back to his cute cuddly self. You turned your head tiredly to look at him. His eyes were bright with amusement. Teeth, pearly white, shining in his big gin as he breathlessly laughed. You knocked your head back against his chest once more in feigned embarrassment at what just happened.
“Erm… Okay, well.” You giggled a little, turning once more to look back at the gorgeous boy. “Let me make you some food please because now, I’m hungry and I need to get off this couch.” You spoke quietly with a slight laugh, your eyes filled with hearts gleaming up at him.
“Yeah, yeah fine! If you want” he teased, like somehow you making Trent food would be a burden on him. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Love you, baby.”
The Champions League group stages had begun. Trent had played a home match already but the first away leg was approaching and in an exciting draw or, for Trent, a difficult one, Liverpool was playing Real Madrid. You thought it was cute when Trent played against his friends but he didn’t really view it that way. You were going to fly to Madrid with Dianne and Teddy for the match but you figured maybe, just maybe, your best friend had heard about the game and would be there as well.
“Did you know our boyfriends are playing this week!?” You giggled on Facetime with Lauren.
“Neither of them are boyfriends. T is your fiancé and Jude is… I don’t know what he is but he’s not a boyfriend, I know that” She quipped back with an annoyed face.
“Oh, you’re no fun! Come on! Joke with meee.” You whined. She smiled seeing you so excited.
“Fine, Yes, Y/N, I am going to be in Madrid for the game.” She laughed at the enthusiasm igniting behind your eyes. You squealed. “You really think I wouldn’t be there? I am not letting you visit Jude over me.”
“I never know where you are! You’re always on the move!” You responded to her adjusting yourself in your chair at your kitchen island. “It’s not like I’m visiting him, I’m going to watch T but I mean if you two are together…..” You drew out the word putting an emphasis on the fact that when Lauren was in Madrid she was always staying with Jude, she had things at his place, they were definitely together.
“Y/N…. we are not together but I will be there.” Lauren was adamant about convincing you Jude wasn’t her boyfriend but no boy, no matter how nice they were, would do the things Jude was doing for her if they weren't in some capacity together.
“Can you say hi to nana, Ted?” You were walking on the tarmac with Teddy on your hip towards Dianne. The three of you were flying today to go to Liverpool’s clash against Real Madrid. Trent had already made his way to the city with the rest of the team. Dianne, Teddy, and yourself had decided to go on the day of the match.
“Who are these beautiful girls!?!” Dianne came up to you two. “Hello my sweet teddy girl!” She cooed. It was early in the morning and Teddy was still a little tired.
“Hi Di” you gave her a tight hug. “Ready for Spain?” You asked her with a tired smile. You were happy to go. Champions League games were fun no matter what. This was just that much better because you got to see Lauren and Jude as well.
“Yes, we are. Going to go see daddy right, Ted?” She cooed, pressing a sweet kiss to Teddy’s cheek. Teddy yawned and cuddled into your chest more. She was in a cute sweat set and you pouted looking down at her. She was being fairly quiet because she wanted to go back to sleep.
“Yeah, we’re so happy to be going to see daddy.” You kissed her head, rubbing your hand over her back. “Huh, sleepy girl? Ready to see daddy?” You cooed to Teddy. She whimpered out a tired ‘dada’ pushing her cheek further against you attempting to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. By the time you boarded the plane and got seated operating with one arm as the other held Teddy to you she was out cold. You leaned your head on top of hers. Her tiny chubby arms trying her best to hold onto you. She was fast asleep and you were thankful because you weren’t sure how a tired and cranky 14 month year old was going to handle take off. She was just fine though. Her perfect lips agape with a little bit of drool already beginning to drop onto your warm skin. You didn’t mind, you wiped it away every so often for her but it was a lost cause.
“You’re doing a good job, sweetie.” Dianne cooed from her seat across the way. Trent was nice enough to get you a private plane to take you to Madrid. It was a short flight only about 2 and a half hours but it was nice to have the space and privacy.
“Yeah?” You responded by picking your head up to look at her. You brushed your hand over Teddy’s hair. You were nervous about what other mums thought about how you were doing. Dianne was lovely but you worried you maybe weren't doing things right or the way they were done in England so you didn’t know.
“Really good, hun. I’m so proud of you.” She cooed again looking at you and Teddy tucked in your seat. She seemed sincere and she was. Dianne wasn’t introverted but she definitely wasn't an extrovert. You got along really well and you were grateful for that. She was like a second mum to you but you of course were curious of what she thought and what she thought was that you were doing wonderful.
“Thank you, Di. It means a lot, honestly. Half the time I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing. I just want to keep her happy for him.” You spoke quietly. It was true. You had no idea what you were doing being your first baby but all you wanted to do was keep Teddy happy. Dianne's validation felt incredible.
“Oh Y/N. You make that little girl so happy. You make him so happy. You’re doing amazing. You should keep her happy for you though not for Trent.” She spoke softly making sure you heard her important words but that you didn’t disturb Teddy. It wasn’t lost on Dianne how hectic her son's life was. That in the middle of the week you were having to fly to another country to see him. It had a lot of perks but just as many difficulties and she was impressed with how well you handled them.
“I’m trying.” You giggled, kissing Teddy’s forehead. You talked for a little while longer but you started to get tired so your answers began to slow. Dianne picked up on your delay and the plane went quiet. Soon you were falling asleep yourself. You hugged Teddy and dozed off. Dianne snapped a sweet photo of you and Teddy cuddled up and sent it to Trent.
Your girls coming to see you. Lucky boy, Trenty xx
My whole world 😘 See you tn
By the time you got to your hotel room in Spain you were exhausted. You laid Teddy down and called Trent. She had been fussy since you landed. She got so upset when the flight began to descend and you couldn’t really do anything to help. The plane had to land whether she liked it or not. You had a short window to shower while she napped but you hadn’t talked to Trent since you told him you’d arrived so you wanted to give him a call. You could multitask.
“Oooof wow baby.” Trent cooed ogling at you as you peeled your shirt over your head in the bathroom. You propped your phone on the sink counter to speak with him as you got undressed for your shower.
“This isn't for you. I need to shower before the match.” You giggled still a little flattered by his reaction. You were trying to do two things at once not put on a show for him.
“Oh…” he looked a little hurt but then he smiled at you. “It’s always for me… just a little bit though, right baby?” He cheekily flirted with you pinching his fingers together trying to get you to say that you getting naked right now was secretly for him.
“Whatever you need to tell yourself, pretty boy.” You giggled picking up the phone now that you had sucesfully peeled your clothes off. You told Trent you had to go and got on with your shower as quick as possible. You got yourself and Teddy ready and met Dianne down in the hotel lobby to head to the match. You arrived at the Bernabeu with them after a traffic-filled drive and a spilt bottle of milk. You decided to wear a Liverpool jersey that was now quite messy so you changed into an extra t-shirt you had and Area high waisted jeans with a crystal embellished slit. You wore a pair of Prada red heels to pair with your top. Teddy definitely had started to develop a lot of opinions and in turn she had become a lot more particular about things, clothing included. You put Teddy in her jersey, of course, and thankfully she was happy with that. You assumed it was because she liked that she matched her dad. She had leggings on as well after two tries. She didn’t like the first pair for an unidentifiable reason. You walked up to where the Bellingham family sat up in a box high in the tall stadium. Lauren was already there sat with Jude’s mum. Denise hadn’t met Teddy yet but Lauren and Jude of course showed her plenty of photos. You walked in holding her so that was a give away but she recognized her face immediately.
“Oh my goshhh, aren’t you gorgeous! You look even more like your daddy in person, huh?” Denise cooed seeing Teddy. She had gotten up from her seat and met you near the door.
“My dada.” Teddy giggled pulling on your shirt with her grubby hands. She started introducing the word ‘my’ lately. She was clingy and possessive in a healthy baby type way so it was cute. You could tell she was very proud to clarify that Trent was her dad. You hummed to her in acknowledgement.
“Let me see my cutie girl!!! Hii Ted!!” Lauren sang, jogging excitedly over to you in the box. You gave her a hug and then stepped back a little for her to see more of Teddy.
“Can you say hi please to Lauren and Denise?” You kissed Teddy’s forehead in encouragement for her to say hello. You had noticed she definitely could get shy around new people and preferred to be just glued to you. You picked up her hand and squeezed it a few times. “Can we say hi?” You cooed. She got out a quiet ‘hi.’ “Good girl. You know Laur, yeah? And we know Judey. Daddy’s friend Jude?” She nodded against your chest hiding her face. “Yeah? You do. That’s Jude’s mummy, okay?” You cooed softly, beginning to bounce her in your arms. Lauren reached out and tickled her tummy. Teddy didn’t want to but she couldn’t stop her giggles.
“You like Judey, remember? You talk to him on the phone all the time with daddy, Ted.” Lauren reminded her with a laugh hearing her small giggles. Jude and Trent FaceTimed a lot… like a lot. Often, Teddy was along for the calls. She was usually just laying on his chest but nevertheless she was there. You went to sit down with Lauren and Teddy outside. Dianne and Denise stayed inside catching up. Warm ups for the game hadn’t even begun so you were scrolling on TikTok when you coincidentally saw an edit of Trent and Jude appear on your feed. You turned your phone screen for Lauren to see the video.
“Yeah, if only they knew how fucking annoying they were.” You laughed as you rolled your eyes. It was a thirsty video to say the least. Of course they looked good. They always look good but it was a little bit funny to knock them down a peg when you could.
“I don’t knowww they’re pretty handsome.” She pouted at the video seeing them yap away together. Lauren grabbed the phone from you to take a closer look. When she reached out for it, you were quick to notice a shiny new Cartier Juste in Clou bracelet on her wrist.
“Erm… when did we get that?” You prodded at the bracelet. Lauren didn’t acknowledge you she just continued on watching the edit loop for the third time.
“He gave it to me yesterday.” Lauren said nonchalantly keeping her focus on the phone as she began to scroll through the comments on your phone.
“Erm… Jude did?” You questioned her casual tone. “Were you going to mention this?” You laughed with your jaw dramatically slacked awaiting her explanation.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N. He just gets me little things. He buys stuff for me all the time just to be nice.” She explained resting your phone on her leg and turning towards you with an unimpressed face.
“Did you hear that, Ted? He buys stuff for her all the time.” You mocked her. “It’s a £5,000 bracelet Lauren, it's not little.” You reminded her. It was really nice of him, that wasn’t what you were saying. You were trying to get her to realize people don’t just do that because.
“I never have so many girls here, this is so lovely. Especially you, cutie.” Denise cooed pinching at Teddy's cheeks eliciting a hearty giggle.
“It’s usually just us and occasionally Toby or Jobe.” Lauren laughed, squeezing Teddy’s chubby arm keeping her giggles flowing. She explained only furthering your confusion about the status of her relationship.
“We need to see you more. Excited for the big day?” Denise looked at you with curiosity. You were focused on Lauren so you had to apologize and ask her to repeat herself. You spoke about the wedding until the game began. You told her it would be small but still special. You had gotten your save the dates out so she was telling you how much she loved the aesthetic of the cards already. Dianne gassed up how organized you’d been and how little Trent had done teasingly.
“No, no, he’s been great. It’s just so hard in season so even next month I am flying to New York for a few days to get some things done for it by myself... well and with Teddy, obviously.” You smiled, waving off that Trent wasn’t helpful. You were flying in January while Trent had international duties but then it occurred to you where Lauren would be. “Lauren, will you be in town?” You asked in an cheeky tone.
“I am spending the beginning of January in New York and then I think I'll be here.” She responded to your question with a sharp smile. You raised your eyebrows. The game ticked on. It was a little firey. It made you slightly nervous when games got this chippy but it ended in a draw. Thankfully to be honest. You weren’t super familiar with the stadium so Denise offered to take you down to the pitch once the final whistle blew. Jude texted Lauren to come down to meet them on the field after. You made your way down and were amazed at the scale of this stadium. Sometimes you wondered how the boys managed to just walk out and perform and look so calm. The stadium was emptying out and you felt stressed still even with the reducing amount of eyes potentially on you now. Trent came out the tunnel first with a sluggish Jude following. They had both changed out of their uniforms. The stadium had basically cleared out by the time they both were done with all their post match duties, only the ground keepers were left. You were sitting on the edge of the back of one of the seats. You were facing up away from the pitch chatting with Lauren. Dianne and Denise stood with Teddy further up in the sections stands. Trent came up behind you and smirked, placing his cheek next to yours. His face excruciatingly close to you made you jump. You could feel his aura encasing you immediately. He hugged you tight from behind. He sighed feeling his body relax with you back in his arms
“Missed you, baby” He whispered and you smiled as he kissed your cheek. He flicked his eyes up to his mum descending down the stairs carrying your little girl. He squeezed you extra tight and you melted.
“Dada!!!!” Teddy squealed seeing Trent appear behind you. Dianne walked down closer to where you were holding her. She wiggled in Dianne’s arms so she put her down letting Teddy do the last two stairs by herself to reach you two. She ran up to you pulling at your jeans wanting you to pick her up. Trent leaned over the ledge separating you and the pitch and picked her up instead. He held her between you two. “Mama dada.” She giggled, kicking her feet excitedly in his arms.
“That’s right, my Ted. Good girl.” You applauded her. “Happy we’re back with dada?” You asked. You were met with a very rambunctious ‘dada’ from Teddy confirming she was.
“My girls. Did you miss me, Teddy girl? Huh? Were you good for mummy?” Trent asked her a million questions, excited to have her back with him. Teddy didn’t really answer any of them though she just clung to him happily.
“Look at you! Such a big girl now!” Jude came over to you three after he said hello to Lauren which you were a little annoyed you missed the opportunity to analyze their interaction. Dianne and Denise sat in a random row of seats watching you all. “I have her birthday present by the way.” Jude picked up Teddy from Trent, you nodded hearing about the present he didn’t need to get her. “Because you turned one years old! You’re so old now!” He laughed raising her up a little higher than she probably cared for.
“Mama!” Teddy squirmed in his arms reaching back out for you in a moment of panic.
“Ted, you’re okay. You know Jude, yeah?” Trent cooed, reaching out to her reassuring her that she was fine. She didn’t spend a lot of time with Jude in person so she was still trying to connect the dots. She eventually did. She liked hearing him talk over facetimes. She looked up at Jude with big eyes inspecting him once she identified that she recognized him and his voice.
“Hi” she giggled then looked back at Trent who nodded confirming that she was okay. She reached her tiny hands up to Jude’s face. She pulled on his goatee.
“Ouch!” He laughed holding onto her little arms now trying to get her to not. It didn’t actually hurt of course.
“Can we be gentle with Judey, please.” You cooed, pushing a curl behind her ear. She giggled and pulled his facial hair again. “Teddy girl…” you warned her in a more stern tone. She let go of him. Her mouth a little agape, not sure what to do now. She was a good listener. If you told her no she'd stop but then she didn’t know what to do once she was told that. “Maybe can you show Judey how you give a kiss instead?” You looked at her encouragingly. She pushed her lips out towards him. She smashed basically her whole face into his cheek.
“That was so nice of you, Ted.” You laughed at the face Jude made. He was taken aback by her version of a kiss.
“Wow, thank you so much. That was… that was…” Jude couldn't exactly find the words to describe the slobber of a kiss he just received.
“Really nice of you, baby bear.” Trent finished his sentence for him. He squeezed Teddy’s danging leg.
“Ted, you didn’t want to wear the jersey I got you?” Jude teased. He gave you a Bellingham jersey back when you were pregnant for her. To be fair, she probably could fit into it now but not a shot Trent was going to let her wear it, especially today. Teddy held onto the hood of his tracksuit with a death grip pulling at it watching you all laugh not understanding what he asked her.
“Nah, my Ted’s a red.” Trent cooed, prying her hand off of Jude’s hood.
“T, can we take a picture quick?” you asked. Trent nodded. Jude offered to take it for you so Trent helped you over the ledge dividing the seats and the pitch. You grabbed Teddy back from Jude. You walked a little further onto the pitch. Trents arms around your waist. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. He kissed Teddy’s hair before telling her to say cheese. She didn’t, she couldn’t, but she giggled when you tickled her a little so it ended up being a good picture.
“Okay Fam!” Lauren yelled out smiling seeing your little family all together.
“Baby bear at the Bernabeu.” Trent cooed taking Teddy from you and lifting her up over his head and then back down. He’d toss her up and she’d scream. He laughed and kissed her cheek. Dianne came onto the pitch and asked to take a photo of the five of you. You loved the idea. It made you kind of emotional but you didn’t let anyone else know that. You gathered and Lauren took Teddy from you, wanting to hold her. Jude held Lauren in front of him and you tucked into Trent. It was crazy that this was your life now. On the other hand, Lauren couldn’t help the feeling pinging in her chest. She was next to her best friend's family, your fiancé, your baby and... this boy behind her, what was he? She joked a lot about it but it was hard to avoid when you’re taking a photo like that. She thought about in 5 years time if someone were to ask her who was in the photo, she’d say the Alexander-Arnold family and then… who? What were her and Jude? It was a fairly early game so Teddy was still wide awake. She stood next to you on the pitch holding your hand above her head swaying back and forth. She kept pulling your arm though once she noticed Trent and Jude kicking a ball back and forth as they stood further away on the pitch talking about the game.
“Hello!?” You giggled. “Do you need something?” You looked down at her with a smile. She looked up at you with wide eyes and pointed over to them. “Oh I see. You want to go be with the boys. Do you want to play footie with daddy?” You asked standing with Dianne, Denise and Lauren. You called out to Trent and let go of her hand. She eagerly ran towards them with a giggle. Trent crouched down to her level and waited with open arms for her to reach him. He gave her a big hug and then placed the ball in front of her. She kicked it a few times and fell a few more times but it was cute. They were attempting to pass back and forth but you stopped paying attention after a while coming back into your own conversation in front of you. You heard Teddy squeal a bit later so you turned around to make sure she was fun. She was. Jude was chasing after her, actively trying to go slow so he didn’t catch her.
“Dada!!!!” She screamed with a giggle. She ran to Trent and hid behind his legs.
“Can’t get away from me, Ted, C’mere!” Jude yelled, running behind Trent and scooping her up. You watched Lauren’s face shift from intent focus on what Dianne was currently saying to a soft pout seeing Jude running carrying Teddy. It was all jokes and she’d never say but Lauren was processing a lot right now. Back on the pitch, they played a game of 2 v 1. Teddy and Jude versus daddy. Jude did most of the work but he’d get the ball to the goal and set it for Teddy to come and kick it across the line. Jude naturally made her do his trademark celebration.
“Turn, Ted and then we face the big crowd, yeah? Put your arms out like this.” He instructed her pulling her arms up far and wide for her. “Good girl!” He cooed before tickling her tummy. She giggled and dropped her arms trying to protect herself.
“Baby bear! You can’t be doing that wearing daddy’s jersey.” Trent pouted, making a sad face at her, taking a defeated seat on the grass. She ran over to him swiftly yet clumsily.
“Dada, no sad.” Teddy cooed worried she had actually made Trent sad. She wrapped her arms up around his neck. She grunted adorably trying to get closer to him.
“I’m okay, baby. We’re just having fun, okay?” He cooed, pulling her off him to look at her face. She nodded, pursing her lips and pushing them out towards him. “Want a kiss from daddy, now? You beat me in a game and now you want a kiss from me!?!!?” He yelled teasingly as she stood between is sprawled out legs with his hands around her. She giggled in his arms but kept her lips pursed out adamant she got one. “Mwah! C’mon, on my team now.” he instructed her, amidst Teddy's excited response to the kiss.
“Gotta score if you want to celebrate, mate.” Jude laughed standing in front of the goal with his hands on his hips watching Trent standing back up.
“See, Ted, you don’t want to be on his team anyway. He’s mean. You want to play with daddy, right?” Trent rolled a ball in front of her. They played for ages but Teddy eventually got tired. She pulled at Trent’s joggers not wanting to move any more.
“Dada up!” She whined looking up at him desperately. “Up!” Her eyes beginning to water. Trent picked her up and gave her a cuddle before Teddy tucked her face in the nape of his neck sleepily. He kissed her cheek but didn’t abandon the game, naturally. Trent scored on Jude and ran with Teddy celebrating.
“Get in! TAA’s take the win.” He held Teddy out in front of him and kissed her dramatically. Lifting her like she was a trophy. She giggled but eagerly grabbed to hold on to his neck when he brought her back down to stay tucked in his arms.
“You’re the only person I know that is a sore winner. Teddy, be better than this. Be a better TAA.” Jude shook his head as the three of them walked back over to where you all were on the side of the pitch.
“She is a better TAA.” Lauren cheekily poked at Trent.
“A better TAA and a sleepier one too. huh?” You cooed, grabbing Teddy from Trent. She yawned and closed her eyes cozying up on your chest. You got all your things together and said goodbye to Denise. Lauren and Jude you were seeing later for a late dinner. Like very late but you were in Spain so maybe just late for you.
“Ted, want to lay with me? Can we let mummy shower please?” Trent cooed with a laugh. He was exhausted after the match laying in the hotel room bed. Teddy was sitting on the floor of the bathroom adamant about being with you but you needed to shower. “Come gimme a cuddle, baby bear.” He asked for her again, sitting up a little to make sure she heard him. That was it. Hearing he wanted a cuddle was all she needed to hear. She was immediately up and running to his side of the bed. He picked her up and tucked her in close to him. “Thank you for playing footie with me tonight. Did you have fun?” He asked Teddy, helping her get comfortable. She nodded, rubbing her face against his chest. Her tiny hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. Trent was focused on Teddy but definitely didn’t miss you exiting the bathroom a little while on in just your panties and a skimpy tank top. “Mmm c’mere mummy.” He cooed, seeing you. You rolled your eyes at his seductive tone but with Teddys instant call of your name you easily gave in. You cuddled with them for a little. Both Teddy and Trent out quite quickly. You were just happy to lay with both of them though. It was late so you needed to have Teddy stay asleep at this point but you also needed Trent to get up now.
“T… Baby, we have to get going. I’m sorry.” you whispered, stroking your thumb over his high cheekbone to wake him. “You promised you’d go.” you cooed, reminding the sleepy boy.
“Well I take it back.” He whispered in response, still keeping his eyes shut. You first felt a tinge of annoyance but then you just felt bad he was so tired.
“Okay, I’ll tell Lauren we can't.” You softly told him, moving your hand to brush over his hair. You wanted to go out but whatever he needed was more important even if it was his sleep.
“Nah, nah, don't. I’ll go, baby, I’ll go.” He groaned but managed to open his eyes. He looked at you with a sincere but sleepy smile. “I’ll go, wanna take you out.” he cooed and sent you a wink. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t still get you flustered when he did that.
“Would you mind taking Ted to your mum's room so I can get ready quick?” You asked him quietly, looking at Teddy still soundly passed out on his chest. He hummed a 'yes' following your sightline to her. You watched his eyes wake up more and gleam looking at his baby girl. “She’s gorgeous, isn't she?” you cooed sweetly both admiring your tiny creation.
“Yeah, absolutely perfect.” He ran his hand up her back, pressing a kiss to her head.
“I love how happy and excited she is by things. Tonight, watching her run around the pitch with you was so amazing. I just want her to stay that happy. She has the most beautiful smile, I never want it to go away.” You gushed about how adorable you thought she was. Teddy could be shy which wasn’t exactly far fetched considering you and Trent’s approach to life but despite her fears, she seemed to want to try things. She’d cuddle close to you but then pull away wanting to go check something out. You appreciated how curious she had become but the smile on her face whilst doing it made it all the better.
“She will. You make her happy, baby. You make me so happy. Trust me, she has a mummy like you, she’ll be happy.” He turned to you, grabbing your jaw with one hand and tilting your head up to look at him.
“Yeah?” You asked him shyly for reassurance. “I love her so much.” You confessed the obvious to Trent.
“Yeah. You know, my mum texted me a photo of you two on the way here. I told her that’s my whole world right there” He explained before he kissed your forehead and then Teddy’s.
“My little Teddy…” You cooed, turning your head out of his hand's grip to look down at her. You pulled her tiny pajama top that had ridden up revealing her adorably pudgy tummy back down.
“And you, baby. You. My girls are my whole world.” Trent whispered, still keeping his gaze on you.
“You’re our whole world, T.”' You kissed his shoulder. Even in a foreign country, with you and Teddy with him he had never felt more at home. Trent carried Teddy carefully to Dianne’s room, ensuring he did not wake her. Dianne told you she’d watch Teddy for the night so you two could go out with Jude and Lauren which you appreciated. It was nice and honestly such a luxury you had such a willing family to help you out. You got dressed while Trent was down the hall in a Mui Mui sweater and tiny silver shorts paired with pink metallic Louboutins Trent said were silly to bring to a city with so much cobble stone but you disregarded him for the sake of a good outfit. It was December but it was still Madrid so definitely warmer than where you’d have to fly home tomorrow. Trent came back into the room and plopped down on the bed. His outfit took about 1 minute in total to pull together. White t-shirt, tan trousers, out the door.
“Explain this to me…” Trent asked you with a cheeky smile sitting on the edge of the bed inspecting your outfit with you as you stood in front of the hotel room's full-length mirror.
“What?” You picked your head up and looked back at him through the mirror.
“These.” He stood up and walked over to you before he pulled the short hem of the shorts down trying to do the impossible and get them to cover your ass.
“You don’t like?” You asked him earnestly. Readjusting the waist of the shorts to return them to their original fit, a bit of your ass showing again.
“Erm… you look good, trust me… you look really good but more in a ‘I want to take these off’ than in a ‘this fit hits.’ way.” He looked at you seriously trying to wrap his head around the outfit.
“Maybe that’s what I was going for.” You spun around and kissed his lips. He laughed and rolled his eyes. You two joked that often if Trent didn’t ‘understand’ your outfit it probably meant it was good. You left the hotel to meet Lauren and Jude at a restaurant in a lively part of the city that they liked a lot. You trusted them and neither you or Trent knew Madrid so it was where you were headed.
“Oh I’m sorry, are we interrupting something?” You giggled. When you walked in you immediately saw Lauren stood in between Jude’s legs as he sat on a bar stool. Her arms lovingly draped over his shoulders. Their lips ghosting over each others as they talked because they were that close. Lauren pulled away bashfully.
“Hiii!” You sang your greeting, smushing a kiss to Jude’s cheek. He rolled his eyes at your maternal affection. “Long time no see.” you cooed sarcastically.
“Mrs. TAA.” He kissed your cheek back. “Just saying… I called this from early. I said Mrs. TAA before Teddy was even born.” He quipped trying to take ownership of something he had no affect on.
“Jude, everyone in their mother knew this was happening you weren't exactly predicting the unpredictable.” Lauren laughed. He kissed her shoulder and you tried your best not to let your eyes widen. They seemed so… coupley. You did wonder to yourself if this was what they were like all the time and Lauren was just keeping the domesticity of it all hush. “Anyways! I love these!” Lauren cooed pulling on the belt loop of your shorts. You giggled and turned towards Trent to make sure he heard the compliment.
“Trent is not on board.” you smiled at him smugly then turned back to Lauren to tell her the brand of the shorts.
“I didn’t say that! I just… “ Trent began to prepare his defense but Lauren was quick to cut him off.
“What!? She looks so good. You’re just dumb.” Lauren dismissed his opinion.
“I didn't say she didn't look good! Oh my days! Jude, back me up, bro.” Trent tried to get him to join his side of an argument no one really cares about.
“Nah, this is a lose lose for me if I say anything here, mate, sorry.” Jude wasn’t risking his evening making a comment about your miniscule shorts. You got sat for dinner at a table tucked in the back of the restaurant far away from any chaos that followed Jude around the city. It was nice to catch up with them. You tried your hardest not to ask what was going on between them because you didn’t want to put them on the spot but just the way they were sitting had you dying to talk about it. Lauren tucked in Jude’s arms, head resting on his shoulder talking about the breakfast place they went to the other day. You were transfixed on every slight movement.
“You gonna pay attention to me at all?” Trent whispered in your ear, sliding his hand over your thigh squeezing the inside. You smirked not realizing you had been so focused on them and not him. You apologized for not being very present. “Nah, don’t say sorry. Just checking in. Making sure the most beautiful girl is all good.” You hummed letting him know you were just fine before he kept talking. “How do you do it, baby? Every country we go to, you're always the most beautiful girl in the whole place.” He cooed.
“Stop…” you hid your face behind your hands. He pulled them down.
“I’ve been telling you since our first date don’t hide that face from me, baby.” He cooed, holding your hands in his. His finger stroked over your massive engagement ring. You turned your head to look directly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Best thing I’ve tasted all night.” He whispered, ghosting his lips over yours. You giggled at the ridiculous flirtation. Your dinner ended with you and Lauren begging the two boys that had played 100 minutes of football tonight and just paid for the 2 hour dinner you had at a luxe restaurant to go out to a club. They did not want to go but either you managed to convince them or they secretly wanted to go all along. Regardless, you were now going. You had security escort you out. It’s not like you had not been around this type of attention or media circus before, especially being around Jude, but in Spain, in Madrid, this was a madhouse. Trent kept you tight to the front of him. One arm wrapped around your waist the other draped over your chest. You snuck into a club that had private areas which was important for the boys but in general it was a low key, relaxed place once you got inside. Trent and Jude of course, got stopped entering the club for photos. They stopped but told you and Lauren to head in. Lauren jetted off to the bathroom. Despite your pleas, Lauren told you she’d die if she didn’t go so there you were alone in a club in Madrid. You posted up against a pillar and not long after two men approached you. You hated being outnumbered anywhere but in a club with a language you didn’t speak stressed you out even more. They kept trying to talk to you so you’d give them a polite smile and tell them you didn’t speak Spanish. Finally though you just hit your limit of niceties.
“I’m getting married and I’m literally a mum, I’m sorry!” You yelled into one of the men’s ears trying to deter them away.
“No tienes una bebe!” One replied, shocked, ignoring the first part of your sentence. You didn’t speak the language but you could piece together words here and there so you understood what he was getting at.
“You're way too sexy to be a mum… not with a body like this.” The other man piled on. You shut your eyes not flattered by the compliment but annoyed. Where the fuck were Trent, Jude, and Lauren! You looked down at your phone trying not to pay attention to the man refusing to leave your side. Then in an instant when you picked your head up you clocked a 6’2 angel boy cutting through a crowd of people towards you.
“Hiiiii!!” You just about screamed wrapping your arms around Jude. Feeling relief wash over you. Jude draped his arm around you. He pulled you closer to him but was trying to play catch up with what was causing the uptick in affection. Of course, the two Spanish men’s jaws dropped seeing him.
“Es Jude Bellingham! You have a child?” One of the men was shocked and confused trying to deduce if the child you had was Judes.
“Yes! Yes!” You answered for him. Cuddling up to Jude. He tightened his hold on you but leaned down to whisper to you very confused.
“What is going on?” He asked in your ear. He looked at the men then back at you and put two and two together so he smiled finally understanding. He difused the situation without bringing up the topic of a child. The men eventually left after a selfie with Jude.
“Gimme a kiss baby… god, I love my baby mama so much.” Jude cooed teasingly, dropping his hands to your waist.
“Oh fuck off!” You laughed moving out of his hold. “So ridiculous. I don’t understand guys like that. I told them I’m getting married, I told them I have a child and yet they stay.” You ranted to him. Trent appeared and you just fell into his arms. “I missed you.” you cooed, clinging to him.
“I missed you too even in the 5 minutes we were apart, baby.” Trent laughed pushing strands of your hair behind your ear coming to cup your cheeks. Suddenly the room felt small, the lights dimmer than before. You stared back at Trent and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest. You felt like a magnet being drawn into him. Your lips gravitating towards his without a thought. Your lips pressed into his perfect pout softly kissing him.
“Sorry…” You pulled away giggling.
“I’m not… c’mere." He pulled you back into him. His hands dropped down to your ass. “Maybe I like this shorts after all.” He whispered.
“Yeah? I thought you might.” He kissed you again slow but it heated up, your nails dragging over his chest.
“T…” You warned him. “People might be watching.” You were assuming because at the moment you couldn’t take your eyes off him but it was a pretty safe bet.
“I don’t care. Let them watch. I want people to know you’re with me.” His eyes were glued to your glossy lips. His hand movements getting cheekier and cheekier.
“Erm… okay, we’re going to the table. You can join us if you’re ever able to pry yourself off one another. “ Lauren interrupted you. You didn’t look at her, neither did Trent but you heard what she said.
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Next part - Chapter 17 xx
#trent alexander arnold#trent alexander arnold x reader#trent alexander arnold imagines#taa x reader#taa66#footballer x reader#footballer x y/n#trent alexander arnold smut
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had a bad dream and i need to write it down before it leaves
it was a movie, starring nick offerman, some female actress around his age but very coquettish and meek, and then two younger (intended to be late teens) actors, one a boy one a girl.
it was a horror movie.
starts with offerman's character coming home from <undetermined location> in some texas-like southern area. wife asks him if he's been gambling. he's clearly miserable. whatever he was doing he lost all his money. he drags a dead body by the hair through the kitchen and then into the backyard to bury it. clearly modern day.
scene change. modern day. teenage protagonists #1 and #2 (let's call them alice and bob) are teenagers looking for part time jobs. they answer an ad for part time work in a modern day city.
scene change. alice and bob show up at this extremely rural prairie homestead surrounded by fence. it is clearly not the same location as the first scene. a character that is played by offerman answers the door. alice, bob, offerman, and offerman's wife are all wearing, like, colonial-era clothes. this does not get explained, but they're here for "the job". alice and bob introduce themselves as "possum" and "sparrow", and say they're here from "the organization" to perform some sort of ritual. it is not clear if they remember being alice and bob.
it's not clear if these are all the same people or if they're, like, identical descendants, or what. but it is very uncomfortable. offerman's prairie house is the only house for the entire visible distance but there is a road leading up to it and they have a fenced-in yard in a way that looks like there's supposed to be many houses suburb style (or the colonial times equivalent) but they got... stretched out? not the houses themselves but the distance between them. you can't see anything even on the horizon.
possum and sparrow are very clearly doing witch work of some kind while also being hired help to tend to the house - the wife is pregnant - possum cleans and takes out the trash while sparrow dresses any dead animals offerman comes back with during the hunt and cooks. throughout this movie they are also very unambiguously putting together pieces of dead animal into something that everyone is *calling* a "pig".
sparrow is very talkative and open about the organization, which appears to be, like, a chapter of some sort of broader cell-based pagan organization that is well known for doing witch work and is hired out for that. possum is a lot more taciturn and just wants to get their contract (which is several months) done and then leave.
anyway, the entire time the vibes are extremely weird because a: there's clearly a freshly disturbed patch of dirt in the backyard and b: offerman's character keeps giving them extremely strict rules about where they can and can't go, down to specific rooms in the basement.
they are not allowed out at night. they are not allowed to sleep at the same time. etc.
the entire time there's some extremely off shit being mentioned as offhand "worldbuilding"(?), like that the land *grows* geese and coyotes, and the fact that offerman is very clearly hunting with a modern shotgun. occasionally you meet other characters coming to visit the house and everyone besides possum and sparrow are very clearly *scared absolutely shitless* of offerman's character for some reason.
oh and then the "pig" they're building out of all the animal leftovers disappears. and then is walking around at night screaming with the sound of a child.
anyway i had to force myself awake because i was getting increasingly scared of my dream but the "end" of it was possum and sparrow both being up past their curfew and going down to the basement to do chores because they couldn't sleep. one of the doors that is normally shut is open, and they look in and see a room that looks like a mortuary but is also far, far, far bigger than should be able to fit in the space, just rows after rows of concrete slabs and each one of them has a mannequin that looks like all of the other characters we've met besides our main four. and they're all just silently jerking and twitching and opening their mouths.
sparrow and possum both are just obviously agape, trying to figure out what this could mean if anything. possum, the taciturn quiet "let's get this done and be over with it" girl goes to investigate the next door in the basement and it opens up to an identical prairie but without a house in it, just, like, stairs leading down to the grasses and the door hovering in mid air.
they are both like what the fuck. obviously. and then you get jumpscared by offerman's character and he's like "because of your disobedience i'll have to take your phone privilege away" and (intended reaction) you're like what the fuck, phones? and yeah he reaches into their pockets in an *extremely suggestive and uncomfortable way*, pulls out their extremely modern iphones which were never previously mentioned, and just *crumples* them, one per hand.
sparrow and possum look at each other, and then we smash cut to them sleeping in a non-descript concrete cellar that is nothing like any of the rooms we've seen before, on a mattress, on the floor. sparrow is twitching like he's having a nightmare, and possum is holding offerman's shotgun to her chest, looking like she's so scared she's about to shit herself, like she's keeping watch for something.
MOVIE OVER.
the entire time my dream-observer (the way you can know you're not the viewpoint character in a dream i guess?) was very convinced that the movie was supposed to be some sort of metaphor for child abuse but i was just as confused watching it in my dream as you were probably confused reading that synopsis. it was like, deliberately, in-my-dream, lynchian(?). i don't know what was happening either! if anyone has any thoughts please feel free to tag, reblog, comment, etc.
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One-Shot: Blossoms and Shadows
Summary:
Nyx now all grown up decides to introduce his new love Y/N to the Night Court.
Word Count: 724
Warnings: None
Velaris was as breathtaking as ever, its beauty magnified by the vibrant energy that filled the streets. The House of Wind buzzed with anticipation, its occupants eager for the arrival of Nyx and his guest. Feyre and Rhysand had meticulously prepared the house, ensuring everything was perfect for this significant introduction.
Nyx, now a striking young man with his father’s charm and his mother’s fierce determination, was bringing someone special home. The Night Court was ready to welcome her, though they couldn’t help but feel a tinge of curiosity and concern. She was from the Spring Court—a distant cousin of Tamlin.
As the sun set, casting a warm glow over the city, the door to the House of Wind opened. Nyx stepped in, his arm around a beautiful young woman with golden hair and emerald eyes that sparkled with intelligence and warmth.
“Everyone, this is Y/N,” Nyx announced, his voice filled with pride and affection.
Y/N smiled, her gaze sweeping across the gathered members of the Night Court. Feyre and Rhysand stood side by side, their expressions welcoming but scrutinizing. Cassian and Nesta were nearby, Cassian’s eyes twinkling with mischief while Nesta maintained her usual composed demeanor. Azriel and Elain were a little further back, Azriel’s shadows curling protectively around Elain as they watched the newcomers.
“Welcome, Y/N,” Feyre said, stepping forward and offering her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Y/N took Feyre’s hand, her smile warm and genuine. “Thank you, Lady Feyre. It’s an honor to be here.”
Rhysand chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Please, call us Feyre and Rhys. No need for formalities among family and friends.”
Nyx squeezed Y/N’s hand, his eyes full of reassurance. “Come on, let’s sit down. There’s so much to talk about.”
As they made their way to the sitting area, Cassian couldn’t resist a teasing comment. “You know, there’s something about women from the Spring Court always falling for the Night Court. Must be our irresistible charm.”
Y/N laughed, the sound light and musical. “Or maybe it’s because you guys keep saving us from all sorts of trouble.”
The room filled with laughter, the tension easing as everyone settled into comfortable conversation. Y/N shared stories of her life in the Spring Court, her voice animated and engaging. Despite her connection to Tamlin, she spoke with admiration for Nyx and the Night Court, clearly enchanted by their world.
As the evening progressed, Y/N found herself in a deeper conversation with Feyre and Rhysand, while Nyx was pulled aside by Cassian and Azriel.
“Looks like you’ve found yourself quite the match,” Cassian said, clapping Nyx on the back.
Nyx smiled, his eyes following Y/N’s every move. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
Azriel nodded, his expression thoughtful. “She seems to handle herself well. And she’s clearly smitten with you.”
Nyx’s smile widened. “I’m smitten with her too. She’s different from anyone I’ve ever met.”
Cassian’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Just remember, we’ll always have your back. But we’ll also keep an eye on her—Spring Court connections and all.”
Nyx laughed, appreciating his uncles' protectiveness. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Meanwhile, Y/N was sharing a moment with Feyre, who couldn’t help but notice the young woman’s genuine affection for her son.
“You seem to care for Nyx a great deal,” Feyre said softly.
Y/N met Feyre’s gaze, her eyes earnest. “I do. He’s everything to me. I know our courts have a complicated history, but I believe we can build something beautiful together.”
Feyre smiled, reaching out to squeeze Y/N’s hand. “I believe that too. Welcome to the family, Y/N.”
As the night wore on, the bonds between Y/N and the Night Court members strengthened, the initial wariness giving way to acceptance and warmth. Nyx and Y/N stood on the balcony, looking out over the city, their hands intertwined.
“This feels like a dream,” Y/N whispered, leaning into Nyx’s embrace.
Nyx kissed her forehead, his heart full. “It’s our reality now. And we’ll face whatever comes our way together.”
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. “Together.”
And so, under the starry night sky of Velaris, the Night Court welcomed a new member into their fold, proving once again that love could blossom even in the most unexpected of places.
#ACOTAR#A Court of Thorns and Roses#ACOTAR fanfiction#Nyx#Nyx x reader#Night Court#Velaris#Spring Court#Feyre#Rhysand#Cassian#Azriel#family#romance#introduction#new beginnings#SJM fanfiction#Sarah J Maas#ACOTAR fandom#love#acceptance#fantasy romance
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Haikaveh/kavetham nation come eat this
They make a home together Kaveh grounds Alhaitham while Alhaitham shelters Kaveh oh lord thoughts are being sO THUNK RIGHT NOW
#together they build not just a house BUT A HOME#AND U KNOW WHAT KAVEH SAYS WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HOMES#these two are so god damn married#the brainworms are so strong its crazy#genshin impact#haikaveh#kaveh#alhaitham#kavhaitham#kavetham
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#there's something really beautiful about experiencing the weather patterns of a new place#where i live now. its not like where i grew up. not like the foothills of Appalachia but its more familiar than the Chihuahuan desert was#when i go home to ohio everythings so green. so green. unimaginably green and the towns are in the woods. the hills roll#and trees billow deciduous and packed so tightly the treeline is like a wall of plant matter. here there are trees but they are tall and#evergreen. patchy in places like shrubs in the desert. the grass grows green but also pale tan and dead. houses are routed in valleys#between mountains. they're made of wood and not stucco but they still look strange and the landscape is crumpled together tall. and there's#water. it rains. days can be dreary and gray with drizzle. i forgot what thats like. when a single low stratus cloud blocks out thewhole sk#and fog clings to the trees. my school bus used to drive by a lake where thr fog was so thick i didnt kno how the driver could see the road#but somehow i forgot how much joy suspended water vapor gives me living in a place where when it rains it pours so hard the streets flood#and the greedy ground drinks the landscape dry. but there are new things as well. here smoke rolls up over thr mountains and gets stuck in#the valleys so that the weather forcast reads: Smoke for days on end. im used to tornado warnings and heat warnings and dust storm warnings#but ive never expected Smoke as a type of weather. and im sure there's more to experience. ive only been here like 3 weeks. its not as gree#as home. the storms dont seem to get quite so violent. the woods are so full of bears that its an active threat. but its not the desert#and while ill miss the shapes of desert plants and little lizards. when i look up at the pine and spruce trees i feel like i can breathe a#little easier. well see how i feel once the long cold winter sets in haha#but i dunno. part of me still longs for a violent thunderstorm. one where u can feel the temperature drop and u csn feel it building all da#one that bends the trees and smells like ozone. it was never like that in thr southwest and im not sure that happens here#but maybe thats just a desire for chaos and violence as a product of my pathological internal control. i cant be spontaneous so let nature#bring the fear to me. some of my favorite memories are watching lightning strikes#so it goes i suppose#unrelated#listen. is it fucked up to have ohio nostalgia? maybe so. but in my defense i grew up in the pretty part of ohio lol
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YOU HAVE A SALLIE HOUSE AU????
kinda!! it lives in my head and in the tags of a few posts but basically i love the sallie house and i think it's neat that the kitchen cabinets have hearts on them. and like look at them the first time they're there. they look so cute in that little living room.
like imagine if they weren't there because of ghosts and demons and instead they looked at that little house in little atchison kansas and thought it could be their home. maybe it needs some work but maybe so do they. but there's space to live and space to grow (nursery upstairs) and like. this is Their place now!!! i just love it.
#just something i think about that makes me happy :)#i love houses and homes and love and building something together.#and taking something dark and horrifying and turning it into something beautiful and comfortable and safe.#also did autumn deactivate like... today. thats so sad. user finalgirlbergara i miss u.#local80sghost#shyan#💌#sallie house au
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cleaned all the stickers and dust and roach leavings and rat piss off my mirror.
no longer a dirty kid in a dirty mirror. this feels like character growth.
#that last house was really bad y’all#it’s not really til we left that I realized how bad#we picked up so it was an organized depression nest#but with rats and roaches there’s just no way to combat the damage fast enough#like I’m sure I smelled#I was just nose-blind to it#crustpunk af but I thought I left all that behind when I stopped being homeless#my partner and I are slowly crawling out of the hole we were in together#the new house has monthly pest control#and we’re actually organizing it so everything is useable and accessible#we’re using habitica to build chore schedules because we both have shit memory and executive function#it’s hard#but I think we can have a home we aren’t ashamed of#fuck the old landlord tho he ran a fuckin slum house and is trying to come back at us for the damages#bitch you never fixed anything#our a/c was window vents shoved in a hole in the wall#the carpet was old and dirty when we got it#how dare you act like we’re the only problem here#we also haven’t been on a lease for 3 years so idk what this dumb asshole thinks will happen if he takes us to court#like I think keeping our security deposit is fair but fuck you on the rest of it#we cleaned the shit outta that place it’s just the carpet that needs replacing#THE HEAT WAS TWO RV HEATERS STUCK ON THE WALL SCOTT#you fucking slumlord#personal#cash yells in the tags because therapy is expensive
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The masculine urge to be strong, consistent and vigorous (physically, mentally, emotionally) and provide (financially, basic needs, shelter, love) as an adult, who grew up in a wrecked and abusive home which then slashed gnarly tears in my spirit (and the life-long desire to have these gaps softened by real love)
#I'd been thinking about this#I mean... I'm succeeding in those areas. I put in a life's worth of work to outgrow my upbringing - tho in a tactic + considered manner#aka I didn't move out the flippin' house as soon as I could - since flat broke I couldn't had built the career I'm building right now i.e.#It hasn't been all daisies choosing to stay home but it has gotten me far and has made me resilient and strong 👐🤠#And now as I enter my 30s I feel I've been together enough for some years that I crave a love who lets me care like a boy lmao -#To eventually build a life with somebody that feels warm and secure and good. while my spirit can learn to heal/rest in their embrace#personal#When I say care like a dude it's not taking someone's independence away. like. just lemme fix your house defects or get u to eat fancy stuf
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drove diagonally across the whole state of washington today please clap
#there were FIRES during bestie vacation 2k23 so me & alex just…. went up to his house instead. quick lil sleepover in canada last night#and then back home today#insane. i am so tired. and i love them so much im so glad we got our last night together and also i hope our airbnb hosts are okay lmfao#they were outside building a shed when we left laughing abt how all their neighbors had evacuated
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"DIY tiny home you can build in weeks", ok... now lets see the cost
...seven and a half minutes later, the answer is $75k... so when you include land and all the rest of it, so basically nothing right?
This is my problem with tiny homes stuff, it's for rich people
#and as much as I'm pro home ownership since like... my house is pretty much what's made my life feasible#like I know two things for a fact; we don't have room to give every last person a house#(especially if they're basically one bedroom sized things dotting the land)#and not everyone even wants to own a home#but like... lets say that everyone did want to own a place... we can't even do single family stuff let alone infinite tiny homes#so you'd need to have at least some homes in the form of basically owned units in an apartment complex which... sounds like condos#and so... I legit don't even come close to having the answer for this#but the sad thing is... a commie block kind of beats a tiny home if we're honest I think#not even in some like... brutalist dystopian shoving people together kind of way#like I think I'd rather live in a well maintained commie block style apartment than in one of infinite tiny homes doting the land#I really really really like tiny homes as a concept... but every time you look at them you realize... it's all for rich people#and half of them are just gentrified trailers or closet sized apartments getting dressed up by an architect to up the price#like I'm not even trying to shit on this company cause like I'm for assembly line style home production#especially compared to the cheap shit we throw up now; it makes me with I could puke in anger and disgust at it#they showed clips to contrast with of a home being tossed up and the shit materials they use disgust me#seeing massive... whatever you call those new home blights... communities I guess; springing up they always look like they're made of trash#so yeah... I like this building style better than shitty single family homes 'from the low 300s'#but I think that these people are either doing a sales pitch; missing the big picture; or both when they talk about this#like this can't fix the housing crisis cause... one no one can afford shit even if it's... lets say $175k; that's a lot to ask most people#but two is it won't work long term to just dot a million little houses across the land#cause quite apart from finding all that land; think of all the electric grid and water infrastructure you have to lay#(or are these people expected to be able to afford solar and all that? cause... they ain't poor if they're doing that)#(and I'd kind of like poor people to not be screwed by the housing problems we have; the rich can get bent honestly)#I like living on my own in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere; I wouldn't want someone right next to me#so I'm literally the kind of person people bitching about rural folks is bitching about; so know that's not what I'm saying#but let's be honest... we need better and cheaper urban infrastructure and we need less suburbs and housing communities#and that's where the solution is gonna lie; not in reinventing the single family home (or smaller)#eh... I really really really like tiny homes and think they're neat... but I can't help but see they're rich people play things#...and that's my thoughts on this#it's kind of like how solar is nice and all... but just a few good nuclear plants would be a better solution than solar on every roof
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PETER PARKER FIC??????? DO IT!!!!! PLEASEEEEEEEE
hear me out..... end of the world crack!fic
#they work together at oscorp and the team's on a work trip#when the world is just. kind of ending#so he wants to go back home to check in on his friends and aunt may and all that#and since she's left and theyre from the same place they decide to head out together#Like Peter is in DISTRESS and she is like.#'anyway. Found a bug in the corner of my broken house his name is John'#anyway found family yadda yadds#but paired with my inability to take anything seriously so it's just a lot of. *seasickness trying to cross the ocean*#*peter trying to swing on a buildings but he smacks into a pole when it crumbles* 'go Spider-man!' *incomprehensible groaning*#ok some of this doesnt make sense but i think it will work#ari answers#anon#unwritten fics#peter parker x reader#it's tasm peter bc i had a brief love affair with him back in December and have since been pining
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I think alcohol is a fantastic invention.
Because sometimes it’s fun, and sometimes it’s reckless, and sometimes it’s necessary because your father just died and you’re spending ten days living out of a hotel five minutes from your mother’s house so you can be there to help her go through all his books and clothes and trinkets and old birthday cards and the little scattered handwritten notes he wrote as he was slowly losing his mind and even more slowly realizing he was losing it, and there’s so much to get done and her grief is so overwhelming that you can’t even really feel your own, and you just think--
Bourbon. Bourbon would make this better.
#tw alcohol#alcohol#drinking#bourbon#whiskey#okay to reblog#this is my real life#2022 mood#I have grieved in private in stair steps downwards over the last year#grieving each little thing as we lost it. as we lost him.#and I'll grieve some more when I'm back home on my own turf#but for now my days are about supporting Mom and my nights are about deriving enough support from bourbon to sleep soundly#I've been here for a week and the days all blend together#but at some point we had to go to the funeral home for a last glimpse of his body before the cremation#and we said our goodbyes in our own ways and with varying amounts of tears#and afterwards it was just me and my nonbinary sibling sitting in their car#and I said 'I need a drink' and they said 'meeeee tooooo'#and we come from a strict no-drinking family so there's not an ounce of alcohol in the house not even cooking wine#and then we looked at the building next to the funeral home. and it was a combo bar and liquor store#so we went in and chatted with some cheerful and friendly midwesterners who were very happy to sell us bourbon (me) and Baileys (them)#at two in the fucking afternoon#my nb sibling is braver than me and took the Baileys into Mom's house. I however have limited myself to just a little bourbon before bed#when I'm by myself in the hotel room and know I won't be able to sleep otherwise#it's helping until I can have the time and space to deal with this like a fucking adult
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