idk how this works or if this is being mean but i wanted to know if be my baby series would ever be updated?
no youâre not being mean at all! Yes BMB will be continuing! Iâve always had a plan for that fic from the very beginningâ a whole playlist dedicated to songs each chapter is based off lol. I just had some health problems that took me away from writing for a while.
Oh my god I'm so giddy, we're all coming out of the woodworks đ„č
Love that little motivational speech, ya girl finally started anti depressants after years of ignoring problems so we're getting there babyyyyy đ
Also I HAVE A NEW DOG DAPH!!
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OMG IâM SO PROUD OF YOU !!! Iâve been on some mental health meds for about 4/5 years now, but wasnt seeing a therapist for most of it after my first one was awful lmao. My psychiatrist was basically my therapist until she found the woman I see now for me. But sheâs been such a game changer, dude. shoutout Victoria she keeps me saneâŠand isnât afraid to tell me when iâm being an idiot haha.
and a NEW DOGGIE !?! my brother just adopted a recuse last week so thereâs another funny coincidence again lol. but what kind of dog did you get?? and what is their name?? I need to know all the pups details omg đïžđđïž
Okay now I wanna know if weâre like twin flames or some other freaky deaky spiritual shit. Like whatâs your star sign and shit? Iâm not into any of that stuff but I find it interesting depending on the circumstances lolđ¶
Iâm more than okay now. Iâve thankfully found some new doctors that have finally started figuring out whatâs wrong with me. Still unanswered questions about whatâs causing my heart & blood pressure issues, but theyâve found meds to help regulate them. I might have to travel a few states over to a mayo clinic for two days to get the tests done there. (american insurance is fucking stupid) But Iâm sorry if i worried any of you guys going so long without an update.
(a/n: hiiii guys!! I'll do a big update post later, but I'm finally starting to feel well enough to write. It's been a wild ride of emotions, but with these newfound experiences I was inspired to write something less sexy and more from the heart. A little more raw than I usually allow on this account. Hope you all like it! As alwaysâ happy reading and feedback is always appreciated and welcome! Thank you for sticking around if you did lol. Can't wait to make some more amazing stories with yall <3)
pairing: Alexia Putellas x Fem!ReaderÂ
content: angst, healing from the past, moving on, themes of intense regret, themes of past infidelity, brief talks of therapy, mentions of children & pregnancy
warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, language, brief talks of sex
synopsis: After a few setbacks, your wedding day has finally arrived.Â
The atmosphere is so charged with love itâs kind of nauseating. The kind of love that only seems possible in the movies? Thatâs you two. A picture perfect couple surrounded by so many people wishing you the best that life has to offer. Alexia doesnât think sheâs ever seen you smile so big and so much in one day before. From the second sheâd laid eyes on you this evening? Youâve been beaming with a joy she didnât know exists. Youâre radiating around the venue like the sun was picked from the sky and set loose on humanity. But itâs not just your beauty that makes you shine. Sheâs truly never met someone as good hearted as you. Someone so pure in their intentions.Â
The Spaniard brings the sweating beer to her lips as you let the children pull you out onto the dancefloor. Sheâs always imagined what your life would look like with kids one day. All the late night talks about how many, what their names would be, and all the vacations youâd take them on. She canât help but let her mind wander back to times like that. The memories have a soft smile rising to her lips. God, you're going to make the best mother. You so effortlessly slip into that maternal role. Itâs like you have a super power with kids. They gravitate to you like a moth to a flame. Like they automatically know youâre a safe space for them to run to. That you will allow them to mess up without judgement. Because in your own words, âItâs their first time living, Ale! They canât learn from mistakes if you never let them make one in the first place.â
She looks down at the ring sitting on her finger, it shimmers back up to her in the moonlight. That has a twitch coming to the corner of her mouth, flashes of your proposal racing back through her mind. The way you looked absolutely breathtaking in that sundress as the sunset across the water for a perfect backdrop. The colors seemed to be bursting out into the atmosphere, like the universe was blessing your union. A sign she wishes she would have taken more seriously, now. She wishes she could take back all the hurt she caused. All the pain that pushed this day back. All the decisions she made that led you both on this off road path of what youâd originally had planned. Sheâd do anything to change it. To somehow go back and be this transformed version of herself that only therapy has produced years ago. But she doesnât get a redo button. She just has to live with the guilt. Has to live with the forgiveness youâve given herâ that she knows she doesnât deserve.Â
5 years agoâŠ
The burning of your lungs screaming for air is the reminder you need to breathe. Because the second those pictures hit twitter and you saw them? Itâs like your body forgot how to function as your mind tries to process what you're seeing on the shaking screen clutched in your hands. The calls start to come in almost as fast as the notifications. The generic ringtone echoing around the walls of your empty home as you quickly hit decline. The attempt doesnât amount to much, as another name flashes across the phone before you can press the do not disturb icon. The pit growing in your stomach is what takes over eventually. So you turn your phone off, sliding down to sink into the couch as the sobs start to rack through your body.Â
Your chest starts to tighten as your eyes inspect your surroundings. The walls start to feel suffocating as they reflect back the endless photos of you two on the walls. So you gather the strength to get up,grab your keys, and escape the pretty cage sheâs kept you in. Because itâs only then that it finally dawns on you. Who are you if not Alexiaâs lover? Youâve given up everything to be reduced to hers. There was a time when you were the most respected person in a room. At the top of your field and only planning to go up from there. But then you met the famous La Reina. She seems so charming at first. The smile, the kind eyes, the gifts, and not to mention how well versed she is in the art of manipulation. Alexia is truly, as they say, a wolf in sheepâs clothing. A figure who seems larger than life. Someone that makes you feel like you should be lucky to even be in the same room as her. She seems so humble in front of the world, but youâve seen the real her behind the mask. A walking and breathing contradiction thatâs come to life.
And sheâs right. You let Alexia talk you into quitting your job and becoming her glorified maid that she fucks whenever she wants. A shell of the force of nature you once were. Your whole life has turned into revolving around her and her needs. Well, her wants if weâre being honest. She doesnât need you to be a shiny little trophy to keep on the shelf that only gets taken down when she wants to get off. But thatâs how she views you. As a possession rather than the person sheâs conditioned you into becoming. And even after sheâs molded you to her exact ideal? Itâs still not fucking enough. She never even liked Carmen. Said you shouldnât be friends with âgirls like thatâ after your wedding. And like an idiotâ you defended her. Without hesitation. Without a second thought. The girl youâve known since you were in diapers. The same one who helped you pick out the wedding dress sitting hidden in your motherâs closet. The same Carmen who is assigned to be your Maid of Honor.Â
You donât even realize youâve parked at the beach until your fingers are taking the keys from the ignition. The scream that fills the car scares you at first, not sure where itâs originating until you realize itâs coming out of you. Itâs a guttural cry that you werenât aware you could even produce until now. A feeling so primal you canât stop even if you wanted to. But you donât. Itâs somehow making you feel better, even if itâs minimalâ itâs still something you can grasp onto. A fleeting flicker of hope in the sorrow thatâs trying to swallow you whole. You sit like that for a while. Just letting yourself feel the hurt and the betrayal. The screams calm to a soft cry. To something more manageable. It marinates into your bones as you climb from the car. You donât even remember to lock it as you make your way towards the shoreline. The sand doesnât bother you as you sit, slipping your shoes off as you let your feet settle into the powdery grains. Â
Then youâre reaching into your pocket with a nervous sigh leaving your lips. Fingers gripping the edges of the forgotten cellphone shoved into the crevice. It feels like the metal is burning as you pull it out and power it back on. Your fingers move with a quickness to silence the chaos, holding your breath before the little moon icon is finally pressed. A small consolation in the trainwreck suddenly thrust upon your life. You know you shouldnât be looking at them again, but you canât help it. Canât help but dissect everything about the small inside look on the biggest secret kept from you. So you zoom in and you take mental notes of every single pixel that sticks out. Theyâre both wearing the necklaces you got them last year. And that hurts enough as is, but when you keep scrolling and see the boat pictures? Thatâs when the agony turns into an unbridled rage. Your other friends know. They're all sitting together under the canopy of the yacht, Carmen perched on Alexiaâs lap. Like itâs her rightful spot. How can they all seem so relaxed? So unbothered by the anguish being put upon you. Just happy accomplices in this treason against your heart. Thatâs when you remember the ring sitting on your finger. A gold encrusted conglomerate of diamonds that feels like a fifty pound weight holding you down.
 So your phone gets shoved back into your pocket as a new objective starts taking over your mind. You find yourself rising to your feet, heart carrying you before your brain can fully catch up. The wind blows a chilly gust off the face of the water, a tinge scent of salt lingering in the air. You swear you can taste it, but thatâs probably just the tears. With shaky hands you look down at the gleaming hunk of rocks. You didnât even want a ring like this. Itâs too big, too showy. Itâs something more Carmenâs style now that you think about it. The recognition has a bitter taste filling up your throat, and before you can stop itâ youâre throwing up all over the sandy beach before you. The bile paints a physical representation of your body rejecting the news. You rip the band from your ring finger, hand rising as you gain back your bearings. The rage boils you from the inside out. Scorching at the remnants of the love you have left for them lingering in your soul.Â
It takes a lot out of you to not throw that fugly ass ring in the ocean, hand still raised and pulled back. Weighing out the options as you lower your grip back down and sliding it into your pocket. You can hear it clinking against your phone beside it as you make your way back to the car. This part of the beach is less frequented and always seems to help you clear your mind in moments of crisis. It was your place, but then Alexia had to propose to you here. A little slice of Heaven you can escape to when the world seems to be crashing down around you, and now it somehow feels tainted. She took something that belonged to you once again, and made it about her. A vicious and cruel cycle youâve only just started to recognize. Â
The tears have stopped by the time you make it back to the house, eyes on the floor as you make your way to the bedroom. You go straight to the closet, hands grabbing every single piece of your luggage to lay out across the room. Thereâs hard cases, duffel bagsâ any and everything you own. Not AlexiaâsâŠyours. And then you start packing. Every inch of you is getting erased from the space once filled with so much promise. It seems to be going okay for about two hours, but thatâs when you realize how tedious of a job it truly is to separate from someone thatâs been so engraved into your life. Someone thatâs been weaved into your whole being. So you grab your phone once more, hand hovering over your brotherâs contact as you see the list of unanswered calls and texts. It has a wave of guilt rushing over you, dialing his number before you chicken out of asking for help.Â
Thatâs always been an issue of yours. Always wanting to fix everything yourself. Too afraid to be too much or not enough. Something made a million times worse by Alexiaâs meddling inside your head. âShe clouds your judgment,â was what he had said. âYou are one of the smartest people Iâve ever knownâŠso why do you constantly dumb yourself down for her?âÂ
It doesnât get past the second ring before heâs picking up, panicked voice cutting through your speakers. âAre you okay?â
âNo,â You take a deep breath first. âBut I will be, eventually.â
âIâm here for whatever you need, kiddo. Just say the word and Iâm on the way.â
âCan you help me pack?â The line goes silent on the other end for a second.Â
âYouâre really going to leave her?â It comes out of his mouth like prayer.Â
âI donât know,â your voice cracks as the tears start up again. âBut I know I canât be here right now...I need space to understand what I really want.â Itâs not the answer he wants to hear, but itâs a more realistic one that he expected.Â
It starts to go by a lot faster with four hands instead of two, and by lunch youâve finished every room besides the kitchen. Like the thoughtful older brother he is, he came prepared with boxes, tape, packing wrap, and sharpies. You take your stand mixer, food processor, and other little appliances you've accumulated over the years. Alexia sure as hell has never used themâ let alone even know how to at this point. Professional chefs and a little birdie in a diamond studded cage at her every beck and call. Why would she bother herself with any of that? You also take all your cookbooks, and the cute dish towels with matching oven mitts sets. It might seem petty, but itâs the only control you have. âIâll start getting these last few boxes taped and loaded if you want to start on the pictures,â itâs a simple request. One that has you nodding and handing over the tape gun before walking back into the living room. You search for one that seems like a good place to start, but every time your fingers reach out? You freeze. Hands not able to take that final step. You canât do it. They might just be constant reminders of the biggest agony someoneâs ever put you throughâŠbut theyâre also reminders of the life youâve built together, and youâre not ready to throw that away yet. It might just be the rush of emotions running through you all at once, but thereâs still a tiny sliver of hope.Â
So you make a decision right then. Alexia can keep the photos for now. She can keep the ring youâre pulling from your jacket pocket and setting onto the coffee table. She can come home to a museum of the life sheâs throwing away. A shrine to the reminder that no matter how hard she pretends to be perfect? Sheâll always be a coward until she truly puts in the work to change. You help load the rest of the boxes before climbing into the passenger seat of the pickup truck. Your brother doesnât speak for a while. Just turns on the radio as he moves the gearshift into drive, a calming voice humming along to the local station coming in through the speakers. You roll your window down as you watch the familiar scenery move past you. A song from your childhood comes on and it pulls you from your thoughts, hand flying to turn the volume up. The nostalgia fills up the space, your voice blending with your brotherâs in a truly awful way. It has you both laughing. A genuine laugh that rips from your gut as you two keep up the personal concert.Â
Maybe thatâs when you realize that youâre going to be okay. That your true self isnât as buried as deep as you think. You might be starting your life over in a sense, but itâs easier to accept now than it was this morning. One chapter ending just means you move onto the next one. It doesnât have to be the end of the story. If Alexia is willing to try? You might just give her the chance to prove it. To become the person you know sheâs capable of being.Â
Present DayâŠ
A server approaches Alexia as she finishes off the beer in her hand, âAnother one, Maâam?â She gives a polite smile with a nod in response. âSĂ, thank you.â Sheâs handed back an already popped bottle, the rim quick to gravitate towards her lips. Itâs not enough to extinguish the qualms growing inside of her. So she sneakily moves through the crowd and takes up watch from the back of the room. Just taking in the atmosphere and observing you from afar. Her heart yearns to go take your hand, but sheâs learned to let you have your own moments. To let you live outside of her. She knows she smothered you in the past. That she snuffed out that light in your eye once upon a time. Alexia should be focusing on the fact that itâs returned by tenfold, but how can she? Not when sheâs the reason it was dimmed for so long.Â
She feels like a stain on your reputation. Not that you should be embarrassedâ God, no. Thatâs all on her. The embarrassment, the shame, and the guilt. She gladly accepts her role in the falling of the sword that shattered your lives. Sheâs the skeleton in your closet that haunts the narrative. How can you forgive such a devastating blow? She truly doesnât understand it. How someone so good ever chose her. And an even bigger mystery to her? How she could do what she did to you. Itâs a question that will always linger in the back of her mind. No amount of therapy has given her a satisfactory answer to that question, and she doesnât think sheâll ever find one. Just a numbing hole her heart has to learn to grow around.Â
Alexiaâs pulled from her thoughts as she notices you approaching her from the corner of her eye. You move so elegantly through the sea of people. A picture perfect masterpiece that was hand picked by angels to walk this Earth. Far too good for this world thatâs been given to you. âAle,â you still smile at her like that first day. âIâve been looking everywhere for you!â Your hand reaches out to pull her in closer for a hug. It makes her want to cry or maybe even scream at you. Stop being so fucking nice to her. Stop being this person who canât hate her. She wants to see a fire in your eyesâ something volatile she can clutch onto. But she doesnât. Thereâs just a peaceful haze that clings to your being. It has her pulling back from you, back straightening as your touch burns into her skin. âJust trying to stay out of your way,â she lets her eyes rack over your attire and really appreciate the details stitched into the gown. A faint smile rising to her lips, âToday is about you.âÂ
âThank you for coming,â and just like that the facade is broken. The fantasy she was playing into has come screeching back into reality. âI didnât know if youâd want to come after I didnât respond to your and Carmenâs invite.â And there it is. The sobering mention of her real life. Itâs like a flush of ice water running down Alexiaâs spine. âI wasnât ready to face either of you back thenâŠbut I can see how much you really love her,â fuck she doesnât. She really fucking doesnât. âI wish things would have been handled differently, but we can all see that it worked out the way it was supposed to.â No the fuck it didnât. Youâre supposed to be hers. This should be your ring on her finger and Carmenâs kids should be yours. They should have your eyes and your hair, and that one laugh that turns into a snort when you really laugh at something. Alexia gets a little nauseous at the thought of her pregnant wife at home.
 Itâs like you can read her mind, because the thought of her children has you leaning in to whisper the final devastating blow. âAnd maybe we can start setting up playdates in about 7 months,â her throat goes dry as she looks down to see a hand caressing your stomach. âIâm 12 weeks today,â the smile that spreads across your lips is sickening. She swallows the frown that tries clawing its way out, and instead forces out a smile that feels like a stab straight to her heart. âCongratulations!â She whisper shouts, âVas a ser la mejor madre!â (You're going to be the best mother!)
Another hand joins yours around your tummy, and it has a new wave of sickness spreading throughout her. âDid you tell her yet, Mi sol?â Misaâs pressing a kiss to your temple as she finishes wrapping her arms around you. You lean back into her chest, eyes sparkling up as you converse. âMmhmm,â you hum into her lips as you chase her for a real kiss. âI was just asking if sheâd want to set up some playdates in the near future.â (My sun?)
The Madrid playerâs eyes fall back to her Spanish teammate, a teasing look on her face. âWhat do you say Capi, can La Reinaâs kids play with our future goalie?âÂ
âI promise to not let Misa put them in any merch or gear that isnât for their Mamiâs club!â You chime in as you give your new wife a playful elbow jab. That giggle that haunts her halls falling from your lips. But now itâs not because of Alexia. And that might be worse than not hearing it at all. She used to beg God to let her hear it just once more, but now sheâs praying itâs truly the last time. She forces a laugh out as she bounces on her feet, the tension too heavy to stand still. âOf course, I canât wait to see them running around together.â Another lie that tastes like acid coming off her tongue.Â
âHoney,â your mother is calling for you. âWe need to take a few more photos real quick!âÂ
âJust a second!â You call back. Alexia can feel the chill from the cold look your mother gives her. Even from across the room she can read the emotions being thrown her way. âIâm really glad you came. Everything happens for a reason, and now I can see we were always meant to be in each otherâs lives. We taught each other valuable lessons that forced us to become the people we needed to grow into. We might not be meant to be soulmates, but I canât imagine a world where we arenât raising our kids together. Tell Carmen Iâd love to call her soon, and again Iâm so glad you could make it!â They both pull her into a hug this time, and it takes everything in Alexia not to gag from the contact. Itâs not anything on either of youâ she just disgusted with herself. With her life. With the fact sheâs going to go home and fuck her wife to the thought of you. Imagine the bump growing on Carmenâs abdomen is yours as she makes love to her body. Pretend that itâs your honeymoon and not the same bed you two used to share. Thatâs how sick she is. Canât get rid of the bed from your old home because itâs the closest to your body she can get anymore.Â
She could corner you later. Could fall back into old habits and try to seduce you into a hotel bed for the night. But she knows youâd never do that. You could never be so selfish or ill intended like her. You love Misa and even if you didnât? You still wouldnât betray her. So she brings the forgotten bottle back up to her lips. Chasing that vomit inducing feeling down with the free beer still being served around on trays. She opens up her phone and clicks on the Uber app, scheduling a car before sliding the device back into her pants pocket. The flashing of the camera catches her eyeâ gaze falling onto you and Misa feeding each other a slice of cake. Alexia chugs the rest of the liquid still keeping her here, taking one final glance at you in this moment. So happy and carefree. Dedicated to a life of commitment to someone that isnât her. And she has to live with that. With the dirty glances and the regret that has manifested into her life. You are getting everything you deserveâŠa life without Alexia. One filled with support and love that isnât conditional.Â
The notification of her car pulling up is what gives her the final push to drag her eyes away from you. Once she turns she forces herself to not turn back. Because she knows that if she spares you even one more glance? Sheâll throw all logic out of the window. Sheâd storm back in and have to kiss you one last time. Probably get her ass beat by your wife, thrown out by your brother, and ruin her own marriage all in the span of a few seconds.Â
The crisp air of the night is what alerts her to the tears running down her cheeks. The wreckage of her life is completely her own fault, but she canât help but wish this was all a bad dream. That sheâd wake up and youâd still be in her arms. Laying in that god forsaken bedâ but not in the apartment it resides in nowâŠin that seaside house you picked out together. With the pretty pool and the even prettier flowers you planted around the property. But thatâs not how life works. Thereâs no do overs or magic genies to save the day. Just the consequences of your actions and the ripples they leave that have a lasting effect. Alexia knows she canât change the outcome, so sheâs trying to leave in grace. Battling that little demon on her shoulder as she climbs into the back of the sedan waiting on her. She pulls her phone back out as the car pulls away from the venue, fingers typing in your contact before they hesitate in their next actions. A text from Carmen comes in as she contemplates:
                                                  10:14 p.m.Â
From Carm <3: LucĂa is refusing to sleep until you come home.Â
From Carm <3: Plus the baby has been moving like crazy since you left, too.Â
From Carm <3: Sorry to bother you, Hon. Just missing you extra tonight.Â
From Carm <3: I Love you.Â
Alexia reads them as they come in one after another, mind made up as she remembers her therapist's words. She waits for the last message to disappear before taking one last look at your contact picture. Her pointer finger lingers over it for a second. Remembering the day she took it with a sad smile. She almost sends you one last text, but shakes her head at the thought. So with a heavy heart she scrolls down, eyes blurring as she hits the BLOCK button. She has to let you go. Not for you, but solely for herself. She canât keep torturing herself with your presenceâŠnot when you already haunt her in memories. She's never felt more alone than in that apartment surrounded by her own family. God, even that makes her want to vomitâ Carmen is her family instead of you. She opens her messages back up, tears still streaming as she works up a response to her wife.
10:21 p.m.
To Carm <3: Iâm heading back now, Mi amor. I canât party like I used to anymore haha.Â
To Carm <3: Tell Luc that I love her and Iâm leaving early just for her.
To Carm <3: Love you, too.Â
We miss you in here, I hope everything is going wellâ€ïž
-â€ïžâđ„
omg hiiii !!
i have been doing really shitty actually lol. iâm so sorry i went MIA on everyone, but life has kinda went down the shitter. my health is going downhill, and insurance isnât wanting to pay for the test that i need done. iâm mainly worried about my heart at the moment. i donât want to get into details, but i am genuinely scared that i wonât be around much longer if i canât get this sleep study done. thatâs just the american health care system for youâŠyou could die but they donât care unless you can afford the help đ
but i will be writing again if and when i can get my heart health worked out. itâs just a waiting game and jumping through loop holes right now. im doing every other available type of test in hope that insurance will cover the costs if i do everything else i possibly can first.
but i love yall, and iâve missed you. and hopefully iâll be at 100% and back in action đ„č
iâve been debating if, when, and how iâd share this, so here we go i guess. the halloween special did get postponed due to me witnessing a family member passing away in front of me. he also was the technical owner of the property i live on so my living situation has been up in the air since September (when this happened). my life is lowkey falling apart, but i do have the first story almost complete now lol. posting might be sporadic until i find out where iâm going to be permanently living, but all the fics are coming out even if they finish up around thanksgiving or christmas haha
Did u ever publish âcloserâ I really want to read it
no i did not. i have about 1k words written for it. iâm hoping to do kinktober as way for me to ease back into long form writing since iâve been away for a while. but do not worry the couple swap fic is still on !! itâs just a lot for me to tackle right now so i wanna start off a little smaller before im comfortable writing the rest of that fix. i wanna make sure its everything i want it to be. not rushed or half assed. so couple swap enjoyers stay tuned lol
Right this needs to stop. Daph bro I have also been referred to my cardiologist again and am having to get another heart monitor lmao. This genuinely is starting to freak me out. Every time I go through something Iâm just gonna think âmmm Daph is probably dealing with this right now as wellâ. They still donât have a clue whatâs going on. But hopefully because this time Iâm getting the heart monitor for longer Iâm hoping that itâll actually pick something up and I can finally get a diagnosis of sorts. Iâm sick of not knowing how much my body can take and how far I can push myself without getting symptoms. Had a close call the other day and thatâs why they want to put me back on the monitor. đ¶
first of all iâm so sorry about your close call :( i hope they find out whatâs going on once & for all with you. i know how frustrating it can be to know somethings wrong but not a diagnosis. it makes you feel like youâre going crazy. sending all my love & light your way < 3
second of allâ WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK BROSKI ???? so ur telling me we have once again synced lives with each other ?? at this point iâm convinced one of us slipped thru from another universe bc how is this possible lmao.
1. Wednesday 10/1- Vampire!Alexia Putellas x Vampire Hunter!Reader
â (Two toxic exâs who hunt each other down just to fight and fuck after. A vicious but delicious cycle.)
2. Thursday 10/2- Human!Nimah Charles x Witch!ReaderÂ
â (A love potion gone wrong aka you try and use magic to seduce your fave human and get more than you bargained for.)Â
3. Friday 10/3- Ghost Roommate!Leah Williamson x Human Roommate!Reader
â (Halloween is Leahâs favorite day of the yearâŠit also just so happens to be the only day of the year that ghosts can be seen and felt in the human world.)
4. Monday 10/6- Werewolf!Patri Guijarro x Human!ReaderÂ
â (Youâve been rivals with Patri for a while now. You catch her alone in the woods on a full moon and suddenlyâ sheâs the one catching you.)
5. Wednesday 10/8- Ghost Face!Caitlin Foord x Reader x Ghost Face!Katie McCabe
â (Thereâs a serial killer duo going around town ... .and maybe they're hiding in your basement as youâre throwing a halloween partyâŠand maybe they catch you alone getting more beer.)
6. Friday 10/10-Â Stalker!Salma Paralluelo x Even Crazier Stalker!Reader
â (The pretty girl from class thinks sheâs slick taking pictures of you changing outside of your windowâŠtime to show her how appreciative you are of her affections.)
7. Monday 10/13-Human!Kerstin Casparji x Werewolf!Reader
â (Your girlfriend lets it slip how hot she finds you bound in chains when preparing for the full moonâŠwho says they canât be used more than once a month?)
8. Wednesday 10/15- Crossroad Demon!Kika Nazareth x Cowgirl!Reader
â (Your boyfriend has the bright idea to summon a crossroad demonâŠwho wouldâve known itâd lead to you getting fucked in front of him by said demon. Oh and sheâs pretty, too. You might just have to give her your soul in exchange to stay hers.)
9. Friday 10/17- Witch Hunter!Mary Earps x Witch!ReaderÂ
â(You get caught in the woods by a big bad hunter, except the knife she holds to your throatâŠturns you on? Maybe you can negotiate a way to freedom without the help of magic.)
10. Monday 10/20-Â Werewolf!Misa Rodrigeuz x Human!Reader x Vampire!Leila Ouahabi
â (Your best friendsâ are competitive by nature, but what happens when they put that mindset towards you? Youâre not picking just oneâ guess theyâll just have to learn how to share.)
11. Wednesday 10/22- Human!Daphne van Domselaar x Succubus!Reader
â (A pretty girlâs caught your eye for a while nowâŠit isnât until she invites you in that you finally come for her.)
12. Friday 10/24- Fallen Angel!Jenni Hermoso x Priestâs Daughter!Reader
â (Youâve been a good bible following girl your whole life...until an angel with dark wings comes to visit you one night as you count the books of the ChurchâŠis this whatâor rather who, youâve been praying for?)
13. Monday 10/27- Werewolf!Jessie Fleming x Human!Reader
â (You and your brotherâs best friend take the night shift together at the movie theaterâŠa poorly managed calendar and a full moon come together to create the perfect storm.)
14. Wednesday 10/29- Human!Alessia Russo x Vampire!Reader
â (After months of begging you finally give in and bite your girlfriendâŠyou may unlock a new kink.)
15. Friday 10/31- Succubus!Lucy Bronze x Witch!Reader x Succubus!Ona BatlleÂ
â (A spell on Halloween goes wrong and suddenly two sex demons are standing in your bedroom.)
Missed you sooooo much, how are you doing? Where are we at?
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OMMMMGGGG HIIII BESTIIEEE đ«¶đœ
missed you guys so much, too !! iâm not doing too hot health wise. lots more of passing out and low blood pressure in general, but iâm hoping it gets solved soon. mentally i was kinda fucked there for a while but my new therapist is really helping me out in that department, iâm so lucky to of found her. so iâm slowly but surely getting back into writing : D
Heyyy, doing a wee check in. Howâs life been these past few days? đ¶
OMG HIII đ¶ ANON !! itâs been pretty so/so lol. iâm wearing a heart monitor again after a few er visits and a cardiologist appointment. hopefully they can figure out whatâs wrong this time round, but besides health life has been pretty good recently !! : D i was in a pretty bad place mentally there for a while, but im starting to come out of it. howâve you been ??
Well it wasnât a full reunion, Camila wasnât there (thank god). But the other four done a quick performance at a Jonas brothers concert of all places lmao. đ¶
Thank god Camila wasnât there. She can keep herself where ever she is.
