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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Tramps and Troublemakers (Rooster x Reader)

Part of The What If Collection of blurbs for Roo and Baby Girl. Written for an ask. My masterlist. Banner by @mak-32

Warnings: angst and discussions of non-consensual kissing and touching (deals with the events from Deployment Diaries Part 9)

Tramp had been in the Craftsman for all of two hours before he was eating pieces of steak out of your hands. "He's so underfed," you whispered to Bradley who was adding water to some dog food in hopes that your newest family member would eat some of it, too. "After some food and a little bit of love, he'll be just fine. He's a little damaged, but he'll come around."

"You know," Bradley said, shaking his head, "it literally sounds like you're describing me."

"Do I need to give you a bath, too?" you asked him sweetly as you pet the dog.

"I can do that much myself," he grumbled as he reached for his phone. "Let's facetime my parents. I want to rub it in since they never let me have a dog."

You were still in your uniform, and your hair was a mess from work, but Bradley was already calling Goose and Carole before you could even stop him. When his mom answered, the first thing she said was, "Sweet girl, you look beautiful! Are you two lovebirds going out tonight?"

But Bradley turned the phone away from your faces and aimed it at Tramp. "No. We're staying in with our new dog."

Carole seemed decidedly less enthusiastic about Tramp than she did about a night out for the two of you. "Oh. He's... cute. Looks a little sickly. Did you pay money for him?"

Bradley was laughing as he said, "No, mom. Natasha found him in a drainage ditch, and I pulled him out."

"What a hero," you added, kissing his cheek.

"He's a stray?" Carole asked, looking scandalized. "He could have rabies."

You looked down to where Tramp's head was resting on your knee, big brown eyes looking back up at you like you hung the moon. "He doesn't have rabies!" Bradley replied, scratching the pup behind his ears. "Put dad on."

A second later, Goose was looking at Tramp and saying, "I don't know why your mom never let us get a dog. This one looks nice and loyal. Can't wait to meet him." And then Bradley's dad took your mind away from the pure happiness that was a dog in your lap and brought you back to reality. "Just a few more days until you deploy?"

"Yeah," Bradley told him. And then he kissed your forehead and stood with his phone. "I'll be right back," he told you, taking the phone outside. You didn't mind so much that he wanted to have a private conversation with his dad, but it left you curled up on the floor with your filthy dog. Bradley would be leaving for another deployment soon, and you hated the idea of it.

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You got drunk at the Hard Deck. It was Maria's birthday. You were supposed to be having a good time. But you missed Bradley too much, so you went outside to get some fresh air. Just a few more days without him. You could make it. Carole was flying out tomorrow morning to keep you company and see Bradley when he got home.

And that's when Josh joined you out on the deck. And maybe you should have had your guard up, but he was your coworker. So you smiled at him, expecting to joke around like you normally did. But then he was kissing you and touching you under your dress, and you couldn't figure out how to make your body move. It was all wrong. So, so wrong.

Jake was there, and he managed to help you put a stop to it, but all you could hear in your head as he and Bob drove you home was everything Josh said to you.

"I've been dying to do that for weeks. Haven't you? Couldn't wait to get you alone."

"You've been leading me on the whole time I've been here!"

"I can tell you want to fuck me."

You threw up on your front yard. You threw up everywhere. You were shaking, and it was so hard to breathe. "Bradley's going to be so mad at me," you said over and over again as tears streaked down your face.

"Calm down, Angel," Jake said as he guided you toward the couch and got you a glass of water. Bob took Tramp out for a little walk to wear him out, and you drank with shaky hands.

"He'll never trust me again, Jake."

"He's better than all that, Angel." And maybe Bradley was. But you felt like you deserved a punishment worthy of your crime: you hadn't listened to Bradley and Jake when they tried to warn you. And now you felt dirty inside.

And then it dawned on you that Carole would be arriving at the San Diego airport in the morning, and your tears only got worse. You tried your best to go to sleep while Tramp curled up in bed with you.

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You had aggressively scrubbed your skin twice. Once in the bath last night and again in the shower this morning. Your stomach and throat were aching from the tightness of your tears and the number of times you'd vomited. Bradley was never going to forgive you, and now you had to face his mom alone.

According to Jake, Bob was on his way back from the airport with Carole. He was sitting with you on the couch, one arm wrapped around you where you were bundled in a blanket. And you were holding onto Tramp like he was the last lifeline you had to your normal life before Bradley went away.

There were voices on your front porch, and you sucked in a deep breath as your front door was pushed open wide. "If something bad happened to her, then I'll take care of it," Carole was saying to Bob, her voice more shrill than you'd ever heard it before. "Oh... sweet girl."

Your face crumpled again. You knew you looked terrible right now as you counted down the hours until Bradley returned and started freaking out at you. But Carole just looked back and forth between you and Jake together on the couch, and you wanted to tell her that you didn't have eyes for anyone except her son. But when Jake stood, you watched Carole kiss his cheek as he murmured, "Mrs. Bradshaw."

She was still looking at you as you tucked your head against Tramp's neck and cried. "You two boys are sweet. But sometimes you just need a mom. I'll call you both later."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jake and Bob said in unison, and Jake kissed your forehead before they both left.

When the front door closed quietly behind them, you looked up to see Carole standing in front of you with her hands on her hips and a soft expression on her face.

You took a shaky breath and said, "I didn't mean for it to happen. Bradley is never going to forgive me." Your grip on Tramp tightened as he licked your face. And when Carole reached for you, he whined like he was trying to protect you.

"Well, first of all, clearly I judged Tramp a little too harshly. Looks like he's been taking good care of you," she said softly. And then she ran her hand gently along your cheek and wiped away your tears. "But second, oh my goodness... Bradley is in love with you. You spend five minutes talking to him, and he'll remind you how good he is. I'm sure of that. And this other character, the one you work with?" Carole shook her head, blue eyes shining bright with something like pride. "Let's just say Bradley's a lot like his father. And while I don't condone violence, there's something to be said about a man who protects his own. Your coworker shows up again while my son is around, and he's leaving in a right messy state, I don't care how big he is."

Then she knelt on the floor in front of you and let Tramp get used to her for a few seconds. Your voice sounded tiny as you said, "Bradley tried to warn me about him. So did Jake." You squeezed your eyes shut. "I thought they were both being overbearing. And now I have to live with the knowledge of what it feels like to have Josh touch me and hold me down while he kissed me."

You gasped for air as Carole pried your hands gently away from Tramp's fur. Her voice was calm, and her face serene as she spoke. "He touched you. And he kissed you. But if he hit you or touched you in an intimate place, then I think you should let me take you to the hospital."

"He didn't," you whispered, so thankful that Jake was there last night. "He didn't. God, if he had, then Bradley would definitely dump me and kick me out."

"I think you're wrong about that," Carole told you, collecting you into her arms. "But I sure am happy you don't have to find out. Now let's get you in the bath and get a good meal in you."

You nodded and let her fill the bathtub and help you undress. And Tramp sat on the bathmat while you enjoyed the feel of the warm water taking the chill away from your body. And you thought about Bradley coming home soon. If his own mother thought he'd hear you out and listen to what happened, then maybe he would. He'd been the perfect boyfriend up to this point.

Carole knocked and poked her head back in. "Just checking on you," she said with a soft smile.

"You can come in," you told her. "You don't have to knock. You just saw me naked. And anyway, I'm really happy you're here." Tears filled your eyes again, but for a different reason now.

"Oh, sweet girl, this is your house, not mine," she said, kissing you on the cheek. "Yours and Bradley's. And Tramp's, since he's been such a good boy." You watched your dog's tail as it thumped against the floor. "But I'm happy I'm here, too. Because I get to spend a little time with you. And then when Bradley gets home, you'll be feeling much, much better. I just know it. Now, what do you want in your omelette?"

You smiled and told her, and she promised it would be ready in fifteen minutes. And once you were dressed in Bradley's shirt and some sweatpants, you were feeling a lot better. And you were able to eat your breakfast. And Carole's voice in the house kept you calm. And you weren't as scared to face Bradley as you had been a few hours ago.

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ghostinxgiaw · 11 months ago

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M A R C H

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the earth slowly blooms a new spring , and I am still.

could I ever fall in love again? . . .

life is moving on and the wind from it is almost blowing against as I round my corner

locking away my past or trying to heal from it was last winter's war .

Ive chosen to live for today, hoping for a better tomorrow

as the rain starts to settle, I feel my heart skip over and over, confusion creeping over me

I ask again , could this be the one? . . .

how to admit the fear in your stomach from digging up old senses of love? deja vu whispers to me once more. what it was once like to first fall and feel like you're soaring.

would I be able to let myself bloom?

the sun starts to peak through the grey clouds, and feel its rays spread kisses over my skin

I've been thinking of someone new all day

if the waves were to crash against us, could we stand still? shore being the home of the world's dreams. how wonderful would it be if everyone was free, like we could be. . .

to be a human is to be hesitant

to be a woman is to build walls around your heart

to have pain is to never forget the hurt

but our dreams prevailed all

come and find me

I dream to see what happens next, as the trees rebirth our ground and the air becomes light

tonight, under the moon, dreams will be the safety. and maybe, someday, me and him can walk together

- Opal

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padfootagain · 2 years ago

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Scars

Hello! Here comes my first request for my Comeback Event! This request was sent by @themessedupsonata : “Hey, Carole! For your comeback event, could you write a Caspian with the au c and the prompt 6 please? I love your work ❤️”

Prompt c is ‘Soulmate AU!’ and prompt 6 is ‘Enemies to lovers’ (excellent choice, may I add!!).

I hope you like what I’ve written for you for this request! Thank you for sending it!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warning: none, a bit of angst and some fluff, Soulmate AU with characters feeling their soulmate’s physical pain and getting their scars on their own body (but there is no depiction of violence in this fic and no character is hurt).

Sum up: Caspian and you need to reach an agreement on this treaty, it is vital for both your kingdoms. The problem is, you are simply unable to get along. Or well… at first, you can’t get along, there is still this strange tension between the two of you though. But it would be ridiculous to act on it, because in this world filled with soulmates, you cannot be meant for each other… right?

Word count: 6075 (it got quite long… sorry?)

You truly are insufferable.

The more Caspian stares at you, the more he wishes he could simply shake some sense into foreign dignitaries’ heads whenever he wants. But he can’t, that would probably lead to a war, and even if his frustration with you seems to have reached new heights this afternoon, he can’t act so carelessly. He loves Narnia too much for that. He merely pictures the scene in his head instead.

He gets it that you are here, in Cair Paravel, to defend the interests of your own country. But he also reckons that you could go about it in a smoother, nicer way.

And you find him pig-headed to no end.

The more you look at him, sitting there in his tall wooden chair, the more you want to slap him. Imprint your fingers in his cheek in red lines. That would feel good. But you can’t, because that would probably lead to a war between your two countries, and you love your kingdom too much to endanger it in such a stupid way. You are too smart to do so. Instead, you simply picture Caspian’s stern face coloured with the traces of your palm across his cheek.

You get it that he is defending the interests of his kingdom, but you reckon that he could handle the situation in a more sympathetic way.

One thing is for sure, he doesn’t like you.

And one thing is for certain, you don’t like him either.

Caspian heaves a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. He has a headache after hours of discussions on this treaty. It’s almost midnight, the world is full of shadows and starlight now. He wants to get out of this room, walk through the gardens, all the way to the cliff so he can look at the sea shimmering under the moon and smell its salt in the air.

He can’t think properly now, anyway. He’s too tired for that.

“Lady Y/N, I reckon we should take a break for tonight. We all need some sleep. We can resume this meeting tomorrow morning.”

You want to contradict him, just for the sake of it, but the truth is, you’re exhausted as well. You easily yield, the negotiations will resume in the morning. You don’t want him to see that you’re relieved though, so you walk out without showing how tired you truly are.

He annoys you so much. When you walk out, you notice the way he politely waits for you to exit before he would. You hate the fact that he asks you if you want him to accompany you back to your room, that he asks politely if everything is to your liking…

You hate it how polite and perfectly sweet he is despite the fact that your discussions are going nowhere.

You decline his offer to accompany you of course, after three weeks spent in Cair Paravel, you know your way around the castle pretty well.

Once in your bedroom, you heave a relieved sigh as you take off your corset, and slip into some comfortable night gown. And as you change into new clothes, you stare at the scar on your forearm, a white line that runs along the length of your limb. You have about a dozen of these by now. None of them come from your own life.

Your soulmate must be reckless, and you’re not surprised. You’ve always been pretty reckless yourself…

You sit down on the edge of your comfortable bed, brushing your finger along the pale mark. Sometimes, you wonder if he’s still out there. You haven’t had a new scar in a while. You haven’t felt physical pain because of him for over a year. Maybe that last time, the day you got a very nasty scar across your back, he didn’t make it…

You push the thought away. You can feel that he is alive still.

One day… one day you will find him.

You shake yourself out of these thoughts, and get ready to go to bed. You can’t let yourself be distracted by this. You’ll find your soulmate one day, but for now, you must remain focused on this treaty you must create. A lot of work. It worries you enough already.

It worries you so much, actually, that despite your exhaustion you find it impossible to sleep tonight. Thoughts keep bumping into each other in your busy head. Things to do, arguments to try…

You heave a sigh, sitting up in your bed and reaching for a candle to get up. Maybe some fresh air will help you find some rest.

You put on a long coat, open the door of your chamber, and walk into the corridor, your way lightened by the small candle in your hand and the stars shining brightly outside.

Caspian shudders, but he doesn’t walk back inside to fetch a coat. It’s only September, the end of summer and the dawn of autumn. Still, the wind is cold, coming harsh from the sea, salty and wild. Caspian loves it, the strength of the wind as it gets caught in his loose hair, in his large purple shirt. It reminds him of sailing. The feeling of freedom, the rush of adrenaline, the reassuring movement of the sea… He misses it. As he stares at the ocean before him, with soft waves making its surface everchanging, modifying constantly the pattern of the reflected starlight, he misses exploring its secrets, its islands, its wild dreams.

He takes a deep breath, shudders again in the cold. It smells of salt, seaweed and a little bit of the last roses still blooming in the gardens behind him.

It’s quiet. Only the distant murmur of the sea coming and going, running away and then crashing again against rocks and sand. It’s quiet. Almost still. He hears the branches of the trees behind him as well, as they swing gently in the summer air. Leaves whisper, and if Lucy was there, maybe she would understand them. The thought makes him smile. He misses her. He misses all of them tonight…

He jumps as he suddenly feels a sharp pain in his toe. He winces, looks down at his leather boot. But nothing has bumped into his foot. It’s his soulmate again. She keeps on bumping into things, he has stopped counting the bruises that have appeared across his skin because of her along the years. A tender smile forms on his lips. She must be clumsy.

One day he’ll find her. One day, he’ll see her and he’ll know right away. He is certain of it. He’ll feel that she’s the one the second he sees her. He’ll find her one day.

But for now, he doesn’t have time to look for her. For now, he has this treaty to establish and to sign. It’s more important, Narnia depends on it. And Narnia always comes first…

The pain in his toe subsides. One day, he’ll find her…

He notices then that a new sound has appeared. Distant still, muffled, but still there. Caspian listens carefully.

Footsteps…

“Is anyone there?” he asks, his voice loud but still warm.

The footsteps stop, seem to hesitate, and then resume, this time heading in Caspian’s direction.

Caspian surprised when he sees you appear at the end of the path where he now stands. He greets you with a polite yet forced smile, and you do the same. But it would be inappropriate to turn back, so you join him, determined to merely respect the etiquette, and then to be on your way again.

“Lady Y/N, it is a surprise to see you here so late at night. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” you nod, forcing your polite smile to remain on your lips. “I was merely not tired enough to fall asleep. What about you?”

He smiles, his gesture more genuine this time.

“I reckon that the same subject that kept you up tonight is also the cause of my own unrest.”

“I see… This treaty is a lot work, indeed.”

“It is.”

An uncomfortable silence settles between the two of you, and you look away. Instead of staring at Caspian’s features - that are partly hidden because of the darkness of the night - you settle your gaze on the infinite sea. You grow calmer instantly. And the king by your side seems to notice it.

“This is my favourite view of the sea,” he says in a quiet voice, unwilling to disturb the peaceful expression that has grown across your face.

“It’s beautiful. And… quiet.”

“The ocean can be very soothing.”

“Is it the reason why you are here so late at night?”

Caspian nods, his eyes set on the flicking light of the moon upon the changing waters.

“I come here whenever I need to think. It helps me calm down and focus.”

You understand why he would do that. It is peaceful indeed. The regular sound lulls you, makes you feel calmer than you have felt for weeks, months even.

The silence that settles now between the two of you is more comfortable than you expected it to be. You feel relaxed, and you reckon it is the first time since your arrival at Cair Paravel that you feel so calm in Caspian’s presence. Maybe that’s why you speak again; you’re not sure why though.

“I had never seen the sea before coming here.”

Caspian turns to you again, a slight frown across his brow.

“If you wish, I could show you some beautiful spots.”

“Do you not think that we are too busy for sightseeing?”

Caspian shrugged.

“Maybe it would do us good, actually. We have been fighting against each other for three weeks now, a truce could help us settle on an agreement.”

“I would hardly say that we have been fighting,” you argued.

“Constantly arguing then,” he laughs.

“We are defending different sides.”

“You are a little harsh sometimes.”

“And you are too stubborn.”

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, with the sound of moving branches and waves crashing upon the sand as a background. It painted a scene filled with the patience you sometimes lacked around him. It filled all the space with the moderation Caspian sometimes abandoned when you were around.

You thought to have crossed a line, he was King, after all. But Caspian smiled instead of being angry. A bright, genuine smile that you recognized despite the darkness that surrounded you here, at the top of the cliff. You offered him the same gesture.

“I shall try to be more open-minded, then,” Caspian said after a short silence.

“And perhaps I could try to be calmer.”

“I truly want our two countries to build an alliance. One that would guarantee peace between our kingdoms for the years to come.”

“This is what I want to achieve as well.”

“We have the same goal, we should be able to settle on an agreement.”

“I hope so. The future of our peoples depends on it.”

Caspian nods, but he offers you a smile again nonetheless.

“If you agree, I would like to show you around tomorrow. We can go to the beach, I know a few places you should enjoy, the views are particularly beautiful. We can continue our work on the treaty the day after. Perhaps… if we spend a little time together, we would be able to work together in a more efficient way.”

You nod, quite unsure about this proposition, but you don’t dare refuse. He’s King, after all.

“Very well. Then, I should go back to bed, and try to get some sleep for tomorrow.”

Caspian bows his head, and you walk back to your bedroom, quite puzzled by your exchange with the king.

What does this new behaviour from the king mean?

You keep on thinking about this strange proposal of his to spend the day with you. Alone, apparently. Just the two of you. The mere thought to be alone with him for several hours makes you nervous, because he is king, but for another reason as well, one you can’t seem to fully fathom just yet…

You reach your bedroom again, set the candle you carried with you on your table, it has died long before; when you walked out of the castle and into the garden it was blown out by the wind.

You take off your coat, your shoes, and in the silver light of the moon coming in through your window, you notice that your toe has reddened. You have hit it in a rather big rock set in the gardens.

You heave a sigh, shaking your head at yourself. You can be so clumsy sometimes…

You reckon this will leave a bruise.

You love the smell of the sea.

Salty and fresh and dangerous. Seashells crack under your feet with each step you take. There are so many of them. You’ve picked a couple, the prettiest one, you hold them in your palm now. Fragile. Colourful. Tiny treasures you mean to keep forever.

You’re surprised, really. Caspian is charming. You’re used to being mad at him, to being annoyed by him. But now… now he’s walking by your side, your arms locked together, and he talks about Narnia and the things he loves, and you find his voice soothing and warm. You could listen to it all day long.

What is happening to you?

You laugh at one of his remarks, and he can’t help but smile at the sound. Maybe, just maybe, you are not as insufferable as he thought you were…

You let him guide you along the beach. It’s quiet under the tall cliffs, no one in sight but the clear blue sky, the turquoise sea, the golden rocks and the white sand. Just you and Caspian and the beautiful landscape. Back and forth of the waves. You like it this way.

Caspian is guiding you towards one of his favourite spots, a lagoon in which coral has been growing for centuries. Undisturbed, it covers the shallow sea with hundreds of shapes, colours and fish.

You can’t refrain a gasp at the sight of so many colours. The water is almost transparent, only slightly tainted in blue. You follow Caspian as he climbs on top of a rock at the foot of the cliff above you, and you sit down together on the edge, staring down at the incredible sight. You stare at the fish that swim and hide among the coral reef.

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper with a grin.

Caspian stares at you, a satisfied smile on his lips. And he reckons that… you’re quite a sight to see…

He looks away, blushing slightly.

“I’m glad you enjoy it.”

“How did you find this place?”

“I love sailing. I’ve explored most of the Narnian coast.”

“Are you not afraid? When you go sailing?”

“Of the sea? No. I like how wild it can be. I find it reassuring.”

“Really?” you ask with a frown.

But Caspian nods, and gives you an amused smile.

“It’s soothing. The waves, the peaceful sounds. When I’m at sea, I’m not really a king anymore. I depend on the elements around me, and no one can ask me to control any of it. It’s reassuring, to know that for once, you are not the only one responsible for what happens next.”

You stare at him, puzzled by his response. He keeps on surprising you.

“Duties can be a heavy load to carry,” you answer, but your voice comes out as a breath, and it makes Caspian look at you again.

“Indeed… most of the time.”

“Your people seems satisfied though. Most seem happy here.”

“I hope so.”

“What about you? Are you happy?”

Caspian smiles.

“What a personal question!”

“You are not forced to answer it.”

The king takes a second to think about it, ponder your question, weigh his response.

But eventually, he answers with an earnest smile.

“I reckon that I am as happy as I can be in my current situation.”

“What an elusive answer,” you tease him, and he chuckles.

“There are people whom I miss,” he goes on. “I am worried about Narnia. About your kingdom. About the future. About the past. I am worried about many things. But I have friends who help me, I cannot ask for more.”

He takes a long, deep breath, takes in the taste of the salty air.

“What about you, my lady? Are you happy?”

It is your time to hesitate. You have not planned for the conversation to turn out so personal, but when you look into his eyes, you can’t look away. You can’t remain silent. Instead, you want to confess everything to him.

“I think that I am… as happy as I can be in my current situation.”

You exchange a smile.

“Are you homesick?” he asks in a quiet tone, as if to not scare you away.

You shrug.

“Not really. But I am worried about this treaty. I am worried about your kingdom. I am worried about mine. I am worried about my soulmate too.”

Caspian frowns ever so slightly, but doesn’t stop you when you continue.

“I haven’t had any sign in over a year. I’m scared he might be gone already.”

“I am sorry to hear that. I hope he is still alive and well, that you will find him soon.”

You give him a grateful smile; you can hear in his voice that he means it.

“What about you? Have you found your soulmate?”

But Caspian shakes his head.

“Not yet. I have not had the time to look for her. I know she is alive though. She seems clumsy. I have so many bruises…”

You both laugh.

“Mine seems reckless,” you tell him, a fond smile on your lips. “He has some nasty scars.”

“A soldier?”

“Probably, yes. I suppose so.”

“Have you been looking for him?”

“Not really. No time for that. I have a treaty to prepare instead.”

Caspian smiles fondly at you, before setting his gaze on the sea again. It’s infinite, it would seem. From here, it looks never-ending…

“I hope we find them, eventually.”

Something has shifted since that afternoon with Caspian, and you don’t like it.

Or rather… you do like it. And you hate the fact that you enjoy it.

There is a pull towards him now. An external force that seems to guide your gaze in his direction all the time.

Maybe it’s because you’ve spent a lot of time with him that day. You’ve spent a long time talking together while sitting on this giant rock, looking at the ocean. And you enjoyed that moment, you genuinely did. Caspian was kind, gentle… a side of him you had not witnessed before.

Is it the reason why you keep on staring at him now? Why you notice the way his messy bun leaves a few strands of dark hair escape? Why you keep on thinking that you love how dark his eyes look, so black you can’t see where the pupil ends and the iris begins…

You hate the fact that you can feel that you have started liking him.

Because you would be lying if you pretended that you do not find him attractive. Caspian is truly handsome. And you hate yourself for thinking that way, but you can feel that you are attracted to him now. Which is the last thing that you need, because a) he is the king of Narnia and you are a foreign representative with a treaty to defend; b) you have an awful lot of work to do, and you cannot let yourself be distracted; and c) Caspian is not your soulmate, and it would be ridiculous to endanger your work and your reputation for a fling, no matter how kind and handsome the man can be.

Of course, you know that Caspian is not your soulmate. How could he be? He is a King, and you are not a princess. Besides, you reckon that you would have felt it. You would have known, at first sight, as soon as your eyes would have landed onto his frame. You would have known that he was your soulmate. And you did find him attractive when you first met him, but nothing more. And then you got annoyed at him, angry even and…

And even now, despite this afternoon spent together, during which you grew closer, there are moments when you get so frustrated with him…

Right now, for example.

You are tired, it’s late. You’re hungry, but this meeting seems never-ending.

And you’re tired. You’re tired of arguing, of discussing, of convincing him…

And the more frustrated you become, the more you feel attracted to him. Desperately so. And that is not a good thing at all.

You cannot have this kind of thoughts. The kind that makes your heart quicken as you lose yourself in his dark eyes. The kind that makes you wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair. The kind that makes you want to taste his lips…

You look away in a hurry. It must be the frustration, the tiredness… the exhaustion even. You are not yourself. Absolutely not yourself.

Caspian loosens his collar, before popping open a button of his purple shirt, and you can’t help it when your eyes linger on the spot that is now revealed to your gaze, the patch of pinkish skin under his neck…

You turn away, trying to focus on his words again, but you get lulled by his deep, warm voice…

You shake yourself. What is wrong with you?

“Lady Y/N?”

You look up at him when he speaks your name. He’s frowning. The three advisors who are also in the room are also staring at you now.

“Is everything fine?”

You nod, but quickly heave a sigh.

“I apologize your highness, but… it is very late. I reckon that I am too tired to focus.”

Yes, that is good excuse…

Caspian nods, glancing at the inky sky on the other side of the window.

“Indeed, it is quite late. We should eat something, before going to bed.”

“I am not very hungry…”

“But you must eat something…”

But you refuse again, and this time, he doesn’t insist.

“Well, then… I bid you good night. We will resume tomorrow morning.”

You notice the dark circles under his eyes. He seems just as tired as you are. You catch yourself wishing that he could get some rest.

You must remain professional. You cannot let yourself develop some kind of crush on him. Because, as you keep on repeating yourself as you get up and walk to the door, this can only be temporary. This… tension you suddenly feel… This is only temporary. Caspian is not your soulmate…

“Lady Y/N?”

You turn around, your hand on the doorknob.

“May I have a word? It will be just a minute.”

You merely nod at the king, and move to the side to let the advisors exit the room in silence.

You’re alone with Caspian now, the door closed again, and you stare at him with expecting eyes, wondering what he wants.

And Caspian finds it a little harder to breathe.

Actually… actually a lot harder.

And he hates himself for it. He hates himself for the way his heart is beating faster at the thought of the two of you being alone.

He hates himself for wondering how soft your skin could feel under his fingertips…

He clears his throat, trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were fine. You seemed… distracted today. Actually… you’ve seemed distracted these past few days.”

You shy away a little, looking down at your feet.

“Is… is there something I can do to make you feel better?”

His voice is gentle, caring even. It makes you look up at him, and you offer him a reassuring smile.

“No, I am perfectly fine. Simply tired. But thank you, your Majesty. It is very kind of you to worry about me this way.”

“Is it… Are you uncomfortable? Have I made you uncomfortable?”

“No, of course not, your Majesty.”

“You… you seem different since… since that day we have spent together. I’ve been wondering if I had done anything that could have offended you or… I don’t know. We spoke of very personal things that day, maybe… maybe too personal…”

“No, I… You have done nothing wrong. Really. I… I very much enjoyed that afternoon we spent together.”

“I did as well.”

He sees you biting your lower lip, and Caspian’s heart jumps against his ribcage. He can’t help but stare, it takes everything in him to look away from your lips again.

He cannot afford to be like this. To feel so… attracted to you. It must be fatigue. It must exhaustion and frustration towards the treaty, towards you…

You are not his soulmate. He must remember that. It would lead nowhere. And there are enough tensions with your kingdom as it is, there is no need to add a scandal.

“I am simply very tired and… I will try to be more focused tomorrow,” you add.

Caspian slowly nods. He wishes he could simply walk over to you and…

No. No, better not think about that…

“Then, good night, my lady.”

“Good night, your Majesty.”

You run away more than you walk out of the room. You barely breathe at all until you are finally alone in your chamber. You let out a trembling breath.

All of this is getting out of hand…

Caspian is not certain when the conversation got so out of hand.

You are alone together in the corridor. It is late in the afternoon, the negotiations for today are over. You are tired, have a headache, and are famished.

Caspian decided to walk you back to your chamber to finish the conversation you had started. There is no one in the corridor but the two of you, and you are grateful for it. Because the debate is turning into an argument, and it is better if no one is here to bear witness…

It has started with a detail in the treaty. It is slowly drifting to things much more personal…

And you hate it. You hate it because you know that Caspian is kind. But you are so frustrated with him and his stubbornness and his bloody principles and his adorable frown, and his locks of dark hair that call for your fingers and his lips that keep on making you wonder how they taste like and…

You can’t think, you can only get angrier.

“I apologize if his Majesty finds the world unfair. Unfortunately, it has been so since… forever.”

“It is no reason to give up on the idea of improving it.”

“I am here to defend the interest of my nation, not yours.”

“But the interests of your nation should not be limited to destroying Narnia’s interests.”

“That is not what I am doing, and you know it.”

“Do I?”

“Of course, you do. If I simply wanted to make a stand against Narnia, I would have walked away a long time ago and let you deal with a war.”

“Is that a threat?”

“A threat? No. A simple fact. A reminder, perhaps.”

You have reached the door of your chamber, but this conversation is far from over. So, you remain both standing there, in the middle of the empty corridor, your voices raising more and more.

“I do not like your tone,” Caspian warns you, taking a step closer to you.

He doesn’t like it, indeed. He doesn’t like your stare either, the way your breathing has visibly quickened with anger, the way you frown at him, the way you look slightly dishevelled after a long day, the way he wants to run his fingers through your hair, the way he wants to make you shut up with his own lips…

“I do not like yours either, your Majesty.”

“I will not accept this kind of behaviour in Cair Paravel.”

“Perhaps his Majesty should learn that we do not always get what we want.”

“Oh, I know. Thank you for the lesson.”

His sarcasm breaks the lasts bit of patience still stored inside you. It’s your turn to take a step towards him.

And by Aslan’s name, you want to slap him. Or kiss him. You haven’t settled on that yet.

“If you were not a king…” you breathe, anger making your voice tremble.

Caspian takes a last step towards you, bringing you so close together that your chests are almost touching.

“What would you do? Insult me? I reckon you already have. So, what now?”

You stare at each other for a moment. You are unbelievably close. So much so that, as you look up at him, you can feel the warm air escaping from his lungs as it fans over your face…

You glance down at his lips, and when you look up again, you catch him looking down at your mouth too.

Both of you are barely breathing, and it’s not only due to your anger or frustration.

You are standing so close, you are almost touching.

Almost… Caspian keeps imagining it. The way your lips would feel against his, taste on his tongue, his hand in your hair…

And you are so frustrating, he wants to make you shut up…

By Aslan’s name, he wants to kiss you so badly…

He’s been thinking about it for days. He’s been dreaming about you, and thinking of you every waking moment, and he simply cannot take it anymore…

When you open your mouth to fight back, you get shushed by a pair of soft lips pressed against yours.

Caspian has taken your face in both his hands in an instant, on impulse, before pulling you gently towards him so he could kiss you.

He crashes his lips against yours, but he waits a second before moving his mouth over yours. What was vivid at first becomes gentle as Caspian loosens his hold on your face, starts grazing his lips over yours before kissing you gently, softly…

When you kiss him back though, he kisses you harder again, and you love it. Every second of it. You reckon that your heart is going to explode, your knees are about to give out, but you don’t care. All there is to care about is that Caspian is kissing you. Again, and again, and again…

You never want this to end.

But all things must end.

When he pulls away, slowly, your fingers are lost in his hair; his bun already messy before has now disappeared altogether under your touch.

He stares at you, both of you out of breath. You look fragile, all of a sudden. All traces of anger have disappeared from your features, you merely stare with your beautiful eyes, wondering what he will do next.

And Caspian seems to fully realize what he has done now…

He lets go of you completely, in a rush, almost pushing you away.

He takes a couple of steps back.

“This… I am so sorry, my lady,” he whispers, his eyes round in horror, and cheeks reddened by shame.

“No… there is no need to be sorry for, I…”

“Of course, there is a need to be sorry. I should have never had done that…”

You nod, slowly, but you don’t seem happy about it.

“I accept your apology,” you answer in a neutral tone, trying to calm yourself and ignore the way your heart is breaking when it shouldn’t.

Caspian nods, slowly, clenching his jaw.

Why does it hurt to hear you push him away like this?

“You should… go to bed now.”

Caspian turned on his heels, and he has already crossed half of the corridor when you call him. He freezes.

“Caspian!”

It’s the first time you call him by his name. He closes his eyes. He likes how his name sounds on your tongue…

“Wait, please.”

He turns towards you again, but doesn’t move.

“I think… I think we should discuss this.”

“Don’t you think we have spent enough time discussing for one day?”

“Something has just transpired between us. We cannot merely ignore it.”

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Caspian walks back to you, while you wait for him, motionless in front of the door to your chamber.

“There is nothing to discuss,” Caspian says. “I should not have acted like this. It was out of line. I apologize.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does.”

“It would be a waste of time. A waste of pain. You could be fired, or worse…”

“Why did you kiss me?”

You wore this stubborn look again, and Caspian loved it. He loved the way you spoke your mind too often, the way you were a little rough sometimes. He loved it all…

“Why did you do this?” you ask once more.

Caspian is lost in your eyes. Too much so to refuse anything from you…

“Because I’ve wanted to do so for a while,” he answers, maybe a little too earnestly.

You struggle to swallow, your heart pounding.

“What if… what if I’ve been wanting this for a while too?” you ask in a shy breath.

“It’s madness…”

But this time, it’s your turn to shush him by crashing your lips against his.

And this time, the kiss gets more heated. So much so that Caspian takes two steps forward to press your body against the wooden door that stands behind you.

But clumsy as you are, you hit your head quite hard against the surface, and have to break the kiss with a loud ouch, rubbing the back of your head.

What you did not expect though, was for Caspian to do exactly the same.

You see him wincing, rubbing at his painful skull. When he looks up at you, he freezes.

You both understand at the same time.

None of you can breathe. If you were both in pain at the same time, then…

Slowly, you pull up the sleeve of your left arm, revealing one long scar across the inside of your forearm.

Caspian swallows hard, before doing the same.

He has the same mark on his skin.

“I have twelve scars from fighting on the battlefield,” Caspian speaks slowly. “The last time I was injured was over a year ago.”

You nod, unable to speak for a while. When your voice comes back, it’s a mere whisper.

“I have twelve as well. The last one appeared across my back.”

Caspian can’t help the grin that forms on his features as he raises his hand towards your cheek, relinquishing in the feeling of your soft skin against his calloused fingers.

“You… You’re my soulmate,” he whispers, and his tone is not really one of questioning, but rather of realisation.

“It would seem so…”

You both chuckle, unable to fully comprehend what is happening.

Caspian is about to speak when you pinch him hard on the shoulder.

But you feel the same sharp pain across your flesh…

“It’s really you…” you breathe, tears blurring your vision.

“It is,” Caspian nods.

You cup his cheeks in your palms, brushing your thumbs across his short beard, and he leans closer into your gentle touch.

“I was so worried,” you breath. “I thought you were gone…”

But Caspian shakes his head.

“I’m right here. Have always been.”

You rush into his arms, and let him hold you close.

“What will happen now?” you ask softly, breathing in deeply his scent of firewood and soap.

“I am not sure. But if you are my soulmate then… it changes everything.”

But you shake your head, looking up at him.

“No politics anymore. Not now.”

“I agree.”

“Kiss me again?”

Caspian can’t help but chuckle, and you soon join him.

But he brushes his fingertips down your cheek, and then along your jaw, making your heart explode…

“That can be arranged,” he smiles.

And he doesn’t know what will happen with your government. He doesn’t know what will happen with this treaty. But he doesn’t care.

As he kisses you once more, he figures out that he cares about nothing else but you. And it’s enough.

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aidenlyons · 11 months ago

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Once they return downstairs, Wyatt sits on the couch and pats his lap.

W: Here, lay down. You look tired.

C: Mm. I am. I doubt I got much sleep last night.

W: You don't remember?

C: No, I rarely do. At least not yet. Bits and pieces come back to me sometimes.

W: How long?

C: Years. Why?

W: You've been fighting it, all this time?

C: Yeah, of course. Been trying to find a cure. I don't like being this.. monster.

W: Oh, Chase... who told you you were?

C: I guess born werewolves are ok. The bitten ones are, though. In my experience.

W: Your experience?

C: It used to be my job. Tracking down dangerous supernaturals. I was a part of a team. Vampires, Werewolves.. Spellcasters.

W: That explains your reaction.

C: You're not like them though...

W: Neither are you, Chase.

C: You don't know that, Wyatt. Neither do I. I can't remember anything. There's so many people around. What if I hurt someone, infected them? Or worse, killed them?

W: I don't think you would kill someone. Wolves wouldn't kill unnecessarily. Where did you wake up?

C: On my back deck.

W: See? You probably stayed close to home, then.

C: Wish I had your faith.

W: Maybe you should stick around, then. I'll watch over you during a full moon. And maybe we can help you make peace with your wolf.

C: Not sure that's possible, but it sounds nice.

Wyatt knows when to let sleeping dogs lie and switches topics and positions.

W: This necklace you always wear, it's not a werewolf thing, is it?

C: No. It was the symbol of my team. Me and three others, we were military. It's pretty much all I have from that life.

W: Did your friends reject you, after?

C: They.. I don't think they know. After, I was in no shape to see them. I had no control. And I was... scared. If I'm honest. I didn't want to die.

W: But they were your friends?

C: They also had a job to do. Couldn't risk it.

W: For years, they.. what? Thought you disappeared? Are dead?

C: Dead, probably. There was a lot of blood, when I was attacked.

W: Oh, Chase.. My poor wolf. If they were really your friends, they deserve to know you're alive.

C: I don't even know where they are, now.

Chase sits up, feeling vulnerable which makes him feel restless.

C: And you? How'd you get here?

W: Me? Much more boring. I'm from Willow Creek, my Grandmere could talk to spirits. My father is a Spellcaster and all he'll will say about my mother is that she's a free spirit.

C: And your magic?

W: Inherited from my father, mostly. But it.. never worked right. According to my father and teachers, it's too.. wild. Too unpredictable for spell work.

C: How'd you figure out the moon magic thing?

W: That was... a mistake, actually. My father took me to the park in Willow Creek one night, to practice control over my magic. For the first time I felt a sense of calm, of control. Instinctively I pulled on the moon's magic. Something.. happened.

W: My father says it's as if I was infused by the Moon's magic. My hair, my skin, it all changed that night, right in front of my father.

W: My father bought me these cuffs not long after and I started training with new teachers. As long as I pay attention, my spells are pretty effective.

Chase is surprised and for a moment, silent. That sounds so surprising and yet Wyatt might be talking about the weather.

C: I feel like I'm always running away, but I do need to get some sleep.

W: Okay. I should work tonight anyway. Come back tomorrow?

C: ... yeah, Wyatt. I'll come back tomorrow. Thanks for today. It was the best day-after I think I've ever had.

Wyatt wants to tell him he could have it after every full moon, but cornering an animal never worked well for anyone. Chase's senses and his instincts are too close to the surface right now to suggest it. So for once Wyatt holds his tongue.

W: You're welcome. I'm glad you came to me. Thanks for letting me pamper you a little.

C: Hm. Maybe next time it'll be my turn to pamper you.

W: Go on. Get some sleep. We'll see how things look tomorrow.

C: Yeah. Goodnight, Wyatt.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #Chase Wolfhart #Wyatt Calderon

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squeak-the-cat18 · 5 months ago

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Conversations from the motel # 57

A: oh! I remember what I was gonna tell ya! I have gossip, there is a new rumor floating around town.

B : ooh! What have I done this time??

A: actually it's not about you, but when I told C about it, he automatically thought of you which is kinda funny but anyways, apparently there is a werewolf running around our county. I don't know if it's just because it's close to Halloween, and considering my sources are less than savory take it with a grain of salt. But I mean we do have legends about the Dogmen around here. When I told C right after I said werewolf he was like "oh! Speaking of B I have something for him".

B : *laughing*

I'm gonna look at him tomorrow and be like "oh man I'm so tired I was up running so late last night. My teeth still hurt you got a file?"

A : it doesn't help that there was a full moon last night, and one tonight. I can't wait to see his reaction.

#writing promts #my content #sentence prompts #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #actual conversation #dialogue prompts #funny writing prompts #work quotes

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marjaystuff · 2 years ago

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V A C A T I O N

YUP! YUPPERS! It is vacation. What am I doing, you asked? Well tonight, writing my blog. Earlier today - watching the Sox and doing dishes. Yes, I washed dishes today and - ready for it - cooked. Such is the excitement I really need right now! I am needing a quiet break where I can focus on myself and my home. I think the new term is called “self care”. And you know books will be involved as already I have finished reading a book today! Tomorrow’s excitement is going to include groceries, laundry and errands. Oh - and more dishes!

Self care means taking care of your physical and mental health. I think these key elements get lost in my life a lot! So,this week will be focused on me and me and oh yea - me. I have loads of lists of things to do, but you know reading will be a VERY key element to each day! Lined up is Shell Beach, Strawberry Lane and Blue Moon Haven. All three books are going to be published this week - so stay tuned for their reviews.

Vacations are tricky things to me. Many times in the past I have worked through vacations at another job or a side gig. This week, I have animals to crochet and books to read, but they are not as all consuming as a job - so I am hoping I will really focus on other things… like self care. I will have to let you know!

Meanwhile, Elise sent in an interview with Mary Alford and her newest book called Amish Wilderness Survival. This story is a survival thriller for sure and sounds like it is very hard to put down! What a great interview!

Meanwhile, have a great week - take time for yourself and READ.

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incorrectgoddessgang · 2 years ago

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AAAAAAAAAAAA I'm so late, sorry, today was the Fall Out Boy concert!! 🙇‍♂️ But ya I'll share my girls

These aren't perfect profiles but it's the best that I've got for now! They are a magical girl team, known as the Goddess Gang, which is the title of the story. I'm not sure whether to make this a comic or novel but meh, I still have to work out the plot holes rn, so I haven't made a dent in the manuscript at all yet.

It's an urban fantasy dark magical girl story, but with a positive outlook - cuz what is a violent, borderline psychological horror magical girl story if not hopepunk?

As for the haunted house prompt.... I feel like they'd be at the haunted house b/c Minty wanted to make a video about it (she's an 💅influencer💅). Sophie has to come cuz - being a grim reaper - she's best suited to take care of the undead (corporeal and not) and also b/c Minty is her girlfriend and she is NOT letting her end up in the news tomorrow. I'm not too sure how to rope everyone into this but I have some ideas. Evelyn really wants to come along cuz it's a full moon (I say that as it's a full moon tonight yeah Fall Out Boy concert on a full moon, Evelyn is HOWLING) and they'd rather blow off their werewolfy steam doing something social and fun for once. Bambi will come because Evelyn convinces him it can be "target practice" and also Bambi is concerned Evelyn will get fucked up somehow (and he feels responsible for his sister). Clipse can come too, her and Minty and Ev are besties. Flora...... will probably wait outside where everyone is parked. Probably Lila as well, if work isn't so busy that week.

Let’s introduce our characters! Take this chance to make up a post telling everyone about your main characters! Introduce them! Spend today reblogging posts about them or art of them! If you’ve gotten a minkie from @mothersart’s commissions, take a moment to write up a little post about them!

#writeblr summerfest #writeblr #frombambi

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senpujin · 3 years ago

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brown eyes were paused on the sky, particularly the moon . hardly seen due to its dark appearance , easily camouflaged with the sky . she took a quick glance to the sleeping figures of kaede & towa , admiring them with brown orbs as they slept soundly & safely . safe.. that was what she appreciates the most when the new moon loomed above ; that was what the four walls of the hut provided her but..

determined & with eyes closed , she turned back to the front & exited the hut ; her arms carrying the extra length of hair ( a secondary effect she still found no answer to ) as she made her way to a distance she deemed safe , yet challenging . & just let her body fall on her knees so she could sit on the grass . ‘ i can do it ‘ she told herself . it only took a few minutes of success before she was hit with that feeling.. she had come prepared ; four layers of kimonos & her mokomoko , to protect her from the chilly wind of the night . but that wasn’t it , was it? kaede had called it fear , her sister had called it anxiety . the new moon had stripped her from the protective layers that her demon blood provided , leaving her vulnerable despite the artificial layers & the mokomoko .

❛ come on , setsuna.. just a little longer.. ❜

she cheered her efforts as she hugged herself to keep her body from shaking . she could endure it . she had to . if other humans can , so can she . or so , that was her reasoning...

#☽ \ •» || ( ic ) «•´#( new moon tonight c: or is it tomorrow? )#( lol had to write a drabble )

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Hey so as I stated I like jk song rec. Is there any thread where all his covers of there artists and rec up to date are given? Would be helpful thanks!

So this is a ton of content for me to go through. 🤣 we are talking almost 9 years of content here, 🤣🤣 I'll try to compile a list for you. But if I miss any, I want you all to remember... 9 YEARS OF CONTENT HERE. Lol thanks 💜💜 JK does have great music taste though, so let's get it! In this first post I did over his music recs,, I covered songs he recommended on Twitter, and songs he covered either on Twitter, YouTube or SoundCloud to the best of my knowledge (2015 - 2020). You can find that post here:

In this, part 2, I'll try to cover his Spotify list recommendations, his vlive recommendations and his Instagram recommendations along with any new song covers he has done since 2020. Again, to the best of my knowledge, if i miss any, please be forgiving!

2016

-160814, JK covered If You: BigBang on King of Masked Singer as the fencer

youtube

161129, JKs first solo vlive. During the vlive he covered and shared these songs with us:

- Half Moon: Dean, Gaeko

- Fools: Troye Sivan

- Paper Hearts: Tori Kelly

- Galaxy: Bol4

- Bermuda Triangle: Zico, Dean, Crush

- Lost Stars: Adam Levine

- I Know: RM, Jungkook

- Lost: BTS

- Boyfriend: Justin Beiber

- Begin: BTS

2017

Spotify Playlist recs from 2017:

- DNA: Lia Maria Johnson

- ILYSB - Stripped: Lany

- I Need Some Sleep: Eels

- Beautiful Lies: Birdy

- Dear No One: Tori Kelley

- Like A Star: Corrinne Bailey Rae

- Ghost in the Wind: Birdy

- What Do You Mean: Justin Beiber

- Clouds: Before You Exit

- Lullaby: Acro

- Dream Latern: RADWIMPS

- Namdemonaiya (movie verison): RADWIMPS

- Heavy Weather: Billy Marten

- Oasis: Jasmine Thompson

- Boyfriend: Justin Beiber

- Colors of the Wind: Tori Kelly

- Theme of Mitsuha: RADWIMPS

- 7 years: Jasmine Thompson

- Lost Boy: Ruth B

- Mannequin: Yuna

Spotify Playlist recs update 2 from 2017:

- Mic Drop (ft. Designer) (Steve Aoki Remix): BTS, Designer, Steve Aoki

- Sunburn: Droeloe

- Leaving: Illenium

- Beautiful Creatures (ft. Max): Illenium, Max

- Bedroom Floor: Liam Payne

- do re mi: Blackbear

- I Miss You (ft. Julia Michaels): Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels

- New: Daya

- Silence: Marshmello, Khalid

- Crime (with Skott): Grey, Skott

- Wolves: Selena Gomez

170422, JK went on vlive and was later joined by vmin. Part 1 and Part 2 of the vlive. During the live, he sang and shared these songs:

- It Ain't Wrong Loving You: HONNE

- Question: Lauv, Travis Mills

- Change Gonna Come: Shuko

- Unrequited: Totem

- Electric: Alina Baraz, Khalid

- Please: Lee So Ra

- Stigma: BTS

- I Need U: BTS

- Lie: BTS

- Can't Love You Anymore: IU, Hyukoh

- We Don't Talk Anymore: Charlie Puth, Selena Gomez

- Purpose: Justin Beiber (JKs cover)

- Change: RM, Wale

- Through the Night: IU

- One More Weekend: Audien, Max

2018

180906, JK did a solo vlive. During the vlive, he sang and shared these songs:

- Euphoria: BTS

- Best Part: Daniel Ceasar, HER

- Belong to You: Sabrina Claudio

- Bad Intention: Nikyee Heaton

- Through it All: Charlie Puth

- Honey: Kehlani

- Lovely: Billie Eilish, Khalid

- Ocean Eyes: Billie Eilish

- My Favorite Part: Mac Miller, Ariana Grande

- BED: Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande

- Your Side of the Bed: Chase Huglin

2019

Spotify Playlist recs from 2019:

- Feel Something: Bea Miller

- Back In My Arms: Charlie Hanson

- God Only Knows: The Beach Boys

- Call You Mine: The Chainsmokers

- Do Me: Kim Petras

- Up: Sing Street

- Like You: Tatiana Manaois

- Find Yourself: Great Good Fine Ok

- Rainbow: Kasey Musgraves

- Tomorrow tonight: Loote

- You Should See Me in a Crown: Billie Eilish

- Love Me Less: MAX, Quinn XCII

- 190210, on Fancafe JK recommended the song The Flower Garden: Hisaishi Joe

2020

Spotify Playlist recs from 2020:

- Purpose - stripped: Etham

- Malibu Nights: LANY

- Mean It: Lauv, LANY

- by my side: Honne

- More & More: Finding Hope

- 201008, JK tweeted out a video of him singing Savage Love Remix: Jason Derulo, BTS

2021

Spotify Playlist recs from 2021:

- Permission to Dance: BTS

- Butter: BTS

- Mikrokosmos: BTS

- ON: BTS

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- Euphoria: BTS

- Butterfly: BTS

- Lost: BTS

- Mad at Disney: Salem Ilese

- Feel Something: Bea Miller

- People I Don't Like: UPSAHL

- Ashes: Stellar

- Hey Stupid, I Love You: JP Saxe

- Peaches: Justin Beiber

- We Belong: Dove Cameron

- Test Drive: Ariana Grande

- Your Power: Billie Eilish

- Boys Will Be Boys: Bülow

210227, JK did a solo vlive with his bright blue hair. He sang and shared these songs:

- Still With You: JK

- Who: Lauv, BTS

- At My Worst: Pink Sweat$

- Fix You: Coldplay

210307, JK did a solo vlive again. He sang and shared these songs:

- Blue Side: Jhope

- Abyss: Jin

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- At My Worst: Pink Sweat$

- 10,000 Hours: Dan & Shay, Justin Beiber

- UGH: BTS

- Filter: BTS

- Nothing Like Us: Justin Beiber

- Sweet Night: V

- Moon: BTS

- Jungle (Coca-Cola ad): BTS

- Holy: Justin Beiber

- Hello: Adele

- Moon of Seoul: Kim Gun Mo

210729, another JK solo vlive, in quite the outfit. Lol He sang and shared these songs with us over the hour:

- Smile Again: Blackbear

- Me & Ur Ghost: Blackbear

- Peaches: Justin Beiber

- Stay: Shane Thompson

- Leave the Door Open: Silk Sonic

- Hold On: Justin Beiber

- As Always: Ra.D

- Euphoria: BTS

- Dope: BTS

- Idol: BTS

- Baepsae: BTS

- Outro: Wings: BTS

- So What: BTS

210831, JK rings in his birthday on vlive for 2.5 hours with us. The songs he sings and shares with us here:

- Off My Face: Justin Beiber

And then he treated us to a BTS vlive concert as well, with the BTS songs as followed:

- Paradise

- Dimple

- Born Singer

- Pied Piper

- Let Go

- Two! Three!

- Mic Drop

- Autumn Leaves

- Spring Day

- Just One Day

- Magic Shop

- Heartbeat

- Rain

- Film Out

- Zero O'clock

- Sea

- Best of Me

- Mikrokosmos

- Home

- Love Maze

- Waste It On Me: Steve Aoki, BTS

-211028, Jungkook posted his cover on youtube of Falling: Harry Styles

youtube

- 211216, JK shared On The Low: Justin Park on Instagram Stories

- 211216, JK shared Generation (Prod. Lean$moke): Homies on Instagram Stories

2022

- 220203, JK covered Hate Everything: Golden on a Instagram Post

- 220204, JK posted a dance cover to Bare Wit Me: Teyana Taylor on a Instagram Post

- 220206, JK shared Roses: Finn Askew on Instagram Stories

- 220206, JK shared Too Many Feelings: Ruel on Instagram Stories

- 220206, JK shared Space: Audrey Nuna on Instagram Stories

- 220207, JK shared Even Days: O3ohn on Instagram Stories

- 220208, JK shared Never Change: Jeremy Passion, Melissa Polinar on Instagram Stories

- 220209, JK covered The Night of 1991 When Cold Wind Blew: Park Hyoshin on a Instagram Post

- 220209, JK shared It Takes Two: Fiji Blue on Instagram Stories

- 220219, JK shared Toxic: Boy with Uke on Instagram Stories

- 220219, JK shared 26: Lauv on Instagram Stories

- 220221, JK shared So Good: Joan on Instagram Stories

- 220222, JK shared Superstar: DeVita on Instagram Stories

- 220226, JK shared Love on the Weekend: Aria Ohlsson on Instagram Stories

-220309, JK shared the song Tú: Maye on Instagram Stories

-220329, JK shared an update with us while dancing to Winter Blossom: Dept, Ashley Alisha on Instagram

-220330, JK shared the song Baby Powder: Jenevieve Division on Instagram Stories

-220330, JK shared the song Never Let Me Go: Mac Ayres, CARRTOONS on Instagram Stories

-220331, JK listened to Invincible: Omar Apollo, Daniel Ceaser on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game while in quarantine

-220402, JK listened to Your Side Of the Bed: Loote on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

-220402, JK answered a question on Instagram Stories about what was his current favorite song with Loving You Girl: Peder Elias, Hkeem

-220402, JK listened to Everything Sucks: Eric Nam, Vault Boys on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to/sang Tango: Abir on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK sang Lovable: Kim Jongkook on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to Strawberry Skies: Kid Travis on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to Mirror Mirror: Milli, Fhero, Changbin on Instagram Stories during a Q&A game

- 220402, JK listened to so many songs during this Instagram Stories, lol here is a good link someone already compiled! Lol

220405, JK goes live super late at night after the Grammys to spend time with ARMY for an hour. The songs he listened to during vlive are:

- Tango: Abir

- Stuck With U: Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber

- Love Letter: Anthony Lazaro

- Dancing With Your Ghost: Sasha Alex Sloan

- Trace: Jeremy Passion

- Love Yourself: Justin Bieber

- Good For You: Peder Elias

- Easy: Mac Ayres

- Closer: Saweetie, H.E.R

- Pizza: Oohnyo

- BRB: Epik High

- Rock Witchu: PRETTYMUCH

- By My Side: Junny

- High: The Chainsmokers

- Test Drive: Ariana Grande

- Leave The Door Open: Silk Sonic

- What 2 Do: Dean, CRUSH, Jeff Bernat

- Ghost: Justin Bieber

- Cold in LA: Why Don't We

- Backyard Boy: Claire Rosinkranz

- 220521, JK listened to IDK You Yet: Alexander 23 on his Instagram Stories

220615, JK goes live at night and ends up singing 16 songs too. The songs he sang were:

- My You: Jungkook

- Young Love: BTS Namkook Demo

- Love You: Kim Woo Joo

- Still With You: Jungkook

- Graduation: BTS 3J Predebut

- Run BTS: BTS

- That That: Psy feat. SUGA of BTS

- Super Tuna: Jin

- Chilly, Windy Night in 1991: Park Hyo Shin

- It Must Have Been Love: Yoon Do Hyun

- HeeJae: Sung Si Kyung

- Emergency Room: IZI

- Love, Maybe: MeloMance

- If It Is You: Jung Seung Hwan

- 12:30: BEAST

- Soju Hanjan: Im Chang Jung

220901, JK goes live late at night to celebrate his birthday with ARMYs on Weverse. He celebrated and then played and sang songs with us too. The songs included:

- Butterflies: MAX & Ali Gatie

- Ex I Never Had: LANY

- Happy Ending: Chris James

- Love Back: Why Don't We

- Beautiful: Anne Marie

- Just One Day: BTS

- Left & Right: Charlie Puth, Jungkook

- Bad Decisions: Benny B, BTS, Snoop Dog

- Butterfly: BTS

- DDAENG: BTS

- Blue & Grey: BTS

- Love Is Not Over: BTS

- Paradise: BTS

- Coffee: BTS

- Autumn Leaves: BTS

- Christmas Tree: V

- Louder Than Bombs: BTS

- Mic Drop: BTS

- 134340: BTS

- Magic Shop: BTS

And that brings us up to date as of now, through September 2022. I can definitely try to keep this updated through the year of 2022 as well for Spotify, vlive and Instagram recs as he does them. Again. If I missed anything, feel free to let me know. Otherwise, I think this is all of them!

#jks insta music recs #jks music recs #jungkooks music recommendations

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rice-enjoyer · 2 years ago

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Serenades and waltzes ; sparkling wine and curious glances

a/n: what happens i get a music-related brainrot, ft. my obsession with flower language. your genshin faves are dancing/waltzing with you to my absolute favourite waltzes. scenario written in keywords/phrases. today i offer you a rushed, rather goofy and non-proofread piece of writing. tomorrow? who knows! c/n is character name. i would go insane if i didn't add at least some harbingers. so many character tags, im sure i missed someone, apologies in advance! cw: fluff. gn reader. i'm heavily generalizing. flower language because it's sweet. i used this one

Antonín Dvořák: Serenade for String Orchestra in E major, Op. 22 - Tempo di Valse - Intense eye contact. Quiet laughs. Holding each other tightly. Stepping out to walk in the garden. Getting lost in the night, and the sweet smell of the blooming flowers. A night with a new moon. Stars scattered in the sky lazily. From the garden, your date gives you a gardenia, saying how they suddenly have somewhere to be. A confession? How very precious. - Kazuha, Thoma, Diluc, Kujou Sara, Mona, Ayaka.

Tchaikovsky: Valse sentimentale, Op.51, No.6 - Candlelight. Lighthearted conversations. A cold autumn evening. Soft footsteps. Gentle touches. An assortment of drinks. Transparent gloves. You are given a small bouquet of viscaria by your date, [c/n]. You smile to yourself, thinking how it compliments your outfit. You nod, accepting the polite proposal to dance with them. - Ayato, Zhongli, Tighnari, Yun Jin, Yoimiya, Jean.

Khachaturian: Masquerade - Ballet Suite - 1. Waltz - Excessive accessories. Moonlight reflects on the windows. Keeping up appearances. Hiding behind masquerade masks. Suspicious whispers. Your date tucks a single jonquil behind your ear. The sudden boldness makes you blush slightly, averting your gaze. Expect to be teased about that endlessly tonight, as they let out a breathy laugh. - Tartaglia, Pantalone, Heizou, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ningguang.

Victor Makarov: Autumn Dream - Precise and focused. Spinning until you are dizzy. Thunder roaring outside. All eyes are on you. Flowery headpieces. Understanding and even some jealous nods. Powerful voices. White stocks were given to you by a housekeeper, but you only danced with one. Why the sudden secrecy? You are amused, regardless. - Alhaitam, Il Capitano, Kaeya, Yelan, Eula, Keqing.

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poussacha · 10 months ago

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I wanna join! For no other reason than this will make me feel absolutely insane.

So here it is. Everything in my WIP folder, with fandom in parenthesis next to it:

C. bad wolf chapter 1 (Doctor Who/MCU crossover)

Rewriting Victorious (Making Trina the Main Character) (Victorious/iCarlyverse crossover)

ATLA Fic Outline (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Star Vs 2 (Star Vs. The Forces of Evil)

Starstruck (Gay) | Vampire? (Disney's Starstruck DCOM)

CxB (The Santa Clause/s)

Morgan & Eric 2 (Boy Meets World)

eric/jack (Boy Meets World)

F. save the cheerleader, save the world (Stranger Things)

J. of all the bars in all the universe (Glee/Star Wars crossover)

L. Exodus (Loki/Black Widow crossover)

H. the world was so much brighter | the start of something new (Life With Derek/High School Musical Crossover)

G. so, weirder things have happened (Stranger Things/So Weird crossover)

A, Star Vs. (Star Vs. The Forces of Evil)

K. Encanto (Encanto)

D. dicking sucking 101 (Stranger Things)

Robin/Reader fic (Stranger Things)

cut all ties with the morning light (Stranger Things)

Dustin Sees The Fruity Five Kiss Each Other And Is Very Confused (Stranger Things)

fishy boys (Stranger Things)

where my heart used to be (Stranger Things)

Meeting You Series (Doctor Who/MCU crossover)

quirepool (X-Men Comics/Young Avengers Comics crossover)

Idk Felt Cute, Might Post This One (Our Flag Means Death)

Riverjail (Riverdale/Twilight Crossover)

Cat & Novocaine (Fic for my friend's book)

Greg/Tom (Succession)

crash landing into you (Life With Derek)

finger lickin' good (Life With Derek)

Starlet!Casey (Life With Derek)

Down in Flames (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

movie night (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Untitled document (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

violence is always the answer (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

hellstar augh (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

the world is ending, but baby it's us (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

more than a memory (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

everything you want (Life with Derek)

oral fixation (Life with Derek)

ride, sally, ride (Life with Derek)

but i'm a cheerleader (Life With Derek)

meet me at our spot (Life With Derek)

if that what you're after? some kind of disaster. (Life With Derek)

that summer feeling (Falcon and Winter Soldier)

sambucky 2 (Falcon and Winter Soldier)

the coffee shop AU no one fucking asked for (Loki)

Wolf Song (Doctor Who)

leade me on (Ducktales)

oop (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Goodnight moon (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

les yeux rouges (X-Men)

make me feel like i am breathing (X-Men)

all the ways we (never) touch (X-Men)

an island in the flood (Loki)

Little Infinities (Loki)

to norway, with love (Loki)

the morning after (Doctor Who/MCU crossover)

OnlyFans Series (MCU)

the twisted tongues of traitors (Loki)

hey, hey, you, you i don't like your girlfriend (Loki)

Untitled document (Loki)

Mobius 2 (Loki)

smoke and mirrors (Loki)

Tiger King (Captain America)

confession (Falcon and Winter Soldier)

I Quit (Falcon and Winter Soldier)

Quack Pack (2021) (Ducktales)

necessary evil (Ducktales)

Own (Iron Man)

SamBucky (Falcon and Winter Soldier)

i never really thought that you'd come tonight (Doctor Who)

2 Fics, One Straight, One Gay - You Choose! (Doctor Who)

Gentle (Ducktales)

Keep Seattle Weird (So Weird)

Chapter 4: Hell or Highwater (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

The Christmas Special (Doctor Who/MCU Crossover)

Naughty (The Grinch)

Evergreen (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

choose me and i'll choose you too (The Happiest Season)

sara is my best friend (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

kindred (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Untitled document (The Kissing Booth Series)

Swagger (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Untitled document (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Hellstar shit 100% (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Zava (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

Moon Prison (Zombies 2)

Serene, Serenity, Serendipity (Zombies 2)

Denigrate (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

7,700 words friends to lovers z1/john (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

this sunset town (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

more than a memory (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

when in rome (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

adulting (The Kissing Booth Series)

Lap - 700 Words (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

your lips, his fingertips (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

it's not cheating if we don't touch (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

this is how the story ends ch 1: Dragon Girl (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

something like love (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

She does at the end (DC's Legends of Tomorrow)

4 Times Oliver Otto Denies his feelings for Cooper and one time they kiss (American Housewife)

You're Mine (DC's Legends of Tomorrow/The Flash Crossover)

I think I'm Gay (American Housewife)

13/Rose Fanfiction I shouldn't be writing but am bc YOLO (Doctor Who)

Joyride (Transformers)

comment ça se passe (Miraculous)

If you're curious about any of these fics feel free to send me an ask! They're all from the past 2 years, and I can also post snippits :).

alright alright alright alright

Tagged by @fleurywiththesave!

Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

lol ok. so.

alphabetical order. fandom in brackets,,, (if its hrpf its absolutely mattdrai). also some of these like belong together in the same world and i have not marked that at all :)))) i'm feral

5 + 1 being caught caramecaeli (d20 - acoc) bad kids at pride (d20 - fantasy high) blue and bluer (hrpf) blue and bluer TBC (hrpf) caramel waves (d20 - acoc) Castle AU - Dasey (lwd) chap 03 - freshman year [untagged] (lwd) dasey exchange 2022 (lwd) dating app mattdrai (hrpf) Dear Penelope (bridgerton) fig etc (prepared for rain) (d20 - fantasy high) france 2k27 [bridgerchuk] (hrpf) L. I. F. E. W. I. T. H. L. U. C. A. (lwd) L. I. F. E. W. I. T. H. S. K. Y. E. pt 4 (lwd) LA Kings Fic (lwd) lazuli (caramelinda) mind dump (d20 - acoc) mattdrai get together notes (hrpf) not NOT a bridgerton au [aka bridgerchuk] (hrpf) on the rocks (d20 - acoc) prompt 181021 (lwd) prompt NEXT (hrpf) rangers!derek (lwd) sandra lynn biopic (d20 - fantasy high) scenes for iris (hrpf) tennis au (hrpf) the last five years (lwd) tkachuk tkollection service (hrpf) two men and a little lady (hrpf)

dasey fam i've not included anything i've posted to my draft ditch on ao3 even tho those are technically also wips in this folder lol

absolutely refusing to tag as many people as i have wips for obvious reason. selecting across fandoms... @betanoiz @wingedflame @puckthisshift @kairos44 @grantairesbottle @folklauerate @whatafuckingbabe @isalovesslowburn

#fanfiction #my fics #doctor who #mcu #miraculous #loki #dc's legends of tomorrow #legends #zombies

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levi-supreme · 3 years ago

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Blessed by Professor Ackerman, eh? All those "private lessons" seem to have helped. ;) I'm combining your two Thursday events for this one!!

Picture this:

The reader’s on their way to Professor Ackerman's place for one of them """"private lessons""""", but decides to drop in a little early to have a little celebration for having passed their much dreaded stats exam. When they get there, Shawty is nowhere in sight. Then,

26. "i was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in" happens :P

Maybe with a little bit of

65. "shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you"

~ totally up to you to decide who tonight’s going to be about – the professor who taught the reader so well, or the reader who is such a good student 😊

ILY and I'm so proud of you :* okbye

Yes indeed, Professor Ackerman had blessed me with his knowledge and something else 🥰 also thank you!!! And since I'm the one in a good mood, of course Levi's going to reward reader (me) for being good... right...??

Also... I projected myself onto reader too much lol please don't mind me I am in a very good mood >//<

Characters: Levi x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW with suggestive content. Power imbalance/power play (Levi is reader’s professor, student/teacher dynamics). Age gap (Levi in his forties, reader in her late twenties). Reader insert (y/n). Making out in the shower. Characters are based off my statistics professor Levi writings.

26: "I was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead jump right in" // 65: Shushing your lover as they try to kiss you, telling them tonight is all about them, not you.

Thirsty Thursday: Statistics Professor Ackerman Special

You were elated, over the moon even, when you received your exam results for the semester. To your upmost surprise, you actually passed your statistics paper. You were sure you were bound to fail; half your exam paper was left blank and you had no confidence you were getting the rest of the answers correct too.

The moment you saw a 'C' on your transcript, your mouth fell in shock. You couldn't believe your eyes. You actually managed to pass even though the chances were extremely slim. The first person that came to your mind was your statistics professor. You couldn't wait to share the good news with him. Yet, as you thought of him, your smile faltered. You passed your statistics module, those extra remedial lessons every Saturday weren't necessary anymore. What's going to happen from now on?

However, on Friday night, the familiar number of your statistics professor appeared on your phone screen, reminding you to be punctual for tomorrow. Does he want to say goodbye?

The next day, you decided to drop by a little earlier instead of the usual 2pm. For some reason, even if today was the last time you'll be going over, you wished to engrave everything about him into your memory. You knew how particular he was with punctuality and time. He hated late comers and people who don't follow the schedule. But what about people who arrive ahead of time? Knocking on the wooden door, you waited for a while, yet there was no response. You felt a little daring, and fished out a bunch of keys he gave you a while ago.

Inserting the key into the key hole, you unlocked the door and stepped inside, inhaling the subtle scent of eucalyptus. It felt a little weird, unlocking the door of another man's house, as though you belonged there. Yet, as you entered and saw half your belongings still in their original place, your heart did a leap of happiness. You did behave like you were the woman of the house.

Slipping on your pair of slippers, you took your time and walked around the house. Why, oh why, are you behaving as though today really was your last time in his house? While you went into your professor's study room to say hi to his pet goldfish, you heard the sound of water coming from his bedroom. Suddenly, the image of your professor naked and wet under the shower appeared in your mind. Him with his wet fringe sticking to his face, fingers in his hair lathering shampoo all over, droplets of water trickling down his body disappearing into somewhere lower and—

You nearly toppled his goldfish bowl.

Slapping your cheeks to snap out of your wild imagination, you went into his bedroom and knocked on the toilet door.

"L-Levi?" You heard the shower being switched off, and seconds later, the folding door of the toilet opened, and your dashing professor stood naked before you, shampoo still in his hair.

"You're early." He simply said, looking hard at you. You nodded and gulped, unsure of where to land your eyes. They alternated between staring at the hanging succulent by the toilet window to your toothbrush next to his, and finally landing on his nose.

"I—uh, I c-couldn't wait to see you, so..." you toyed with your fingers, eyes darting away again. Why am I acting like a high school teenager in love? You chidded yourself, unsure of why you're behaving like this. You wanted to run your hands through his hair and soap his back, you wanted to shave his stubble for him. The man of the house merely scoffed at your seemingly embarrassed state.

"Tch. It's not like you haven't seen anything of mine before," he tried to hide his grin and he turned away from you, "I was supposed to take a shower, alone, but go ahead and jump right in."

It took you a few seconds before you registered what he said. You hastily removed your clothes and joined him in the shower, feeling the warm water cascade down your back.

"Were you pleased with your grades, y/n?"

"O-oh. Oh yeah, I was, love, I really didn't expect to pass the paper." You sheepishly admitted as Levi washed his shampoo while you soaped your body with the lavender-scented body wash Levi got you.

"I have to say though, I was disappointed that half your paper was blank. But at least your scores on your class quizzes and your assignment helped pull your grades up." Levi grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him.

"You did well, sweetheart. I'm proud of you." Levi gave you a smile as you beamed, lacing your arms around his neck to give him a tight hug.

"I have you to thank, Professor," you giggled when you heard Levi snort, "the extra classes really helped, although half the time we end up doing something else instead." You released yourself from the hug and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Thank you Levi, for being so patient with me and for all the guidance—" you pecked his eyelids. "For taking your precious time to tutor a hopeless case like me—" you dragged your lips to his nose and left a small kiss. "And for loving me, inside and outside of class." You whispered next to his ear and you kissed him below his earlobe. You heard Levi hold his breath, and you slowly pecked kisses from his ear to his jaw. Before your lips could land on his again, Levi grabbed your wrist and placed a finger on your lips.

"Shhh. Don't need to thank me. You put in the effort and you worked hard all on your own. You did good, baby." Levi gave you another smile as he cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him. "You're in for a long night, sweetheart, tonight's all about you." Before you could reply, Levi pressed his lips on yours, pulling your body snug against his. His hands roamed across your body, spreading your body wash all over before squeezing your ass. You hummed in happiness as your tongues intertwined, locking your arms around Levi tight.

"Mmm— L-Levi, ahhh!" You gasped as Levi bit your lower lip, holding your waist as he turned on the shower again.

"C'mon, baby, let's finish up here and we can continue outside." You looked at him confused.

"You may no longer need statistics lessons from me, but that doesn't mean that we won't be seeing each other again," once the both of you were clean, Levi took your towel and dried you up. Levi led you to the bed and made you sit down. Taking his seat next to you, Levi placed a hand on your thigh.

"Before I continue on, I hope you're ready for whatever is to come tonight. You deserve your reward, and I'm going to give it all to you."

Haha well yes here's the first celebratory post of my Thirsty Thursday: Statistics Professor Ackerman special!!!! Dayum son I still can't believe I actually passed my stats lol manifesting stats prof Levi really did help me hehe 🤪

Tagging: @levi-lover @ack3rlady @hashaneeee @imkumichan @kristinecharmm @notgoodforlife @jean-prettyboy-kirschtein @sweet-assh0le @hannie2kay @ack3rlevi @levislovingwife @galactict3a @hauntedhousecat @sckerman @thesimpsstuff @ackermandick @greenfurret @evas-leslas @levisbrat25

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 3 years ago

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Witchy darlings, would you share a sampling of your favourite fics since the new year?

Sure thing! Here are some of our must-reads!

Alarm C(l)ock - @shimmies

As far away as it sounds - @my-nameless-bliss

beautiful boy - @blneberrys

Believe in tomorrow - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)

The Enchantment Umbrage - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

Everything in transit - foxtails (@ratchet)

Explosions off in the distance - foxtails (@ratchet)

The Kiss That Kills - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

I like the me that I am with him. - @blackandwhiteandrose

I would love to have a drink with you - @missgeevious

If dreams were lighting and thunder was desire - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)

love you in moderation (do i look moderate to you?) - @stereopticons

The ocean is calling and I must go - houdini74 (@mostlyinthemorning)

on a night like this - @dessertwaffles

Open Your Eyes - High-Seas-Swan (@noahreids)

outrageous fortune - @blueink3

Paradise Found - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

please tell me I won't wash away - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

Ray Butani: Undercover matchmaker - @weathereyehorizon

Running on empty - @vivianblakesunrisebay

Stockroom Nights - @rhetoricalk, N0connections

That’s not how you spell it - @lastchancecafe13

there's no such thing - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

To strengthen whilst one stands - @dinnfameron

trying times - roseapothecarys (@sarahlevy)

Under summer skies - @weathereyehorizon

Until I set him free - @blackandwhiteandrose

Until you can love yourself again - @delilah-mcmuffin

vroom, vroom, bitches - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

wish i was the moon tonight - Anonymous (to be revealed as part of MediaFest)

You Look Like My Next Mistake - @nontoxic-writes

You're As Cold As Ice - mindswindowsdoors

#ask a farm witch #sc fic rec #sc fanfic #schitt's creek fic #schitt's creek fanfic

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wiypt-writes · 3 years ago

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Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World

Chapter 10- She’s A Disco Lovin’ Mama

Part 1: Team Balls vs Team Boobs

Summary: You and Paul break the news of your pregnancy to your family and friends, and then the all important question- Pink Or Blue

Warnings: Language, adult themes, suggestive language.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

W/C: 6.2k

Rock ‘n’ Roll People Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 9

6 weeks

"Paul, have you seen my necklace that your parents got me last Christmas?"

“Erm, no babe. Is it not on your vanity?” Paul turned from his position at the stove to look at you.

You were frantically searching for the piece of jewellery that matched your sundress perfectly. Tonight was a huge night. This week you and Disco were hosting your traditional family Sunday dinner. Your in-laws and parents were coming over and you were about to drop the biggest news of your lives to the four people who meant the world to you.

"No, I looked." You nervously wrang your hands.

“Hey, don’t sweat. We’ll look properly in a moment and find it.”

"Thank you," you sighed. "Jesus, I don't know why I'm so nervous."

“Me neither.” He chuckled, crossing the floor towards you. “They’re gonna be over the moon.”

"I know." You beamed.

His lips pressed to yours in a soft kiss, his hand dropping to your still flat stomach. “How you wanna do it?”

It had been two weeks since you'd taken that life changing test and you and Paul collectively couldn't help the pure grins you held each day. And, the stud himself couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"I don't know." You laughed. "Just as casually as possible?"

“Casual, cool. ‘Hey Nick, Maria, I knocked up your daughter.’ I got it.”

"Jesus, no!" You laughed.

“Mom, Dad, I put a baby in my wife?” He tried again.

You rolled your eyes, "my god."

He laughed and then sighed. “But seriously, we tell them tonight, does that mean I can tell Sam and Barnes tomorrow?”

"No!" You laughed. "Barnes has the biggest mouth in the department! I suppose I'll have to tell Steve. Ugh, I don't know. I just... I think we should play it safe, you know. Wait until our first appointment?" "That's still weeks away!" Paul whined.

"I know!"

"Sugar...."

“No!” You shook your head.

"Fine!" He pouted, then he kissed your lips lovingly. "Go finish getting ready, I'll come help you find your necklace in a minute."

"Okay," you kissed him this time and turned away to head back upstairs to your room.

His hand playfully swatted at your ass as you turned to leave. You cast him a look over your shoulder and he flashed you his best, schoolboy grin.

Minutes later, he was in your room, finding the item in question set in its box in your jewellery drawer and you swore you'd looked there. And just moments after that, Big Jim and Dot were ringing your doorbell causing Woody to lose it.

“Why do they still insist on doing that instead of walking in?” Paul groaned and you laughed.

“Because the first and last time they walked in without warning they caught us both half naked on the couch.”

"How could I forget?" Paul cringed. “Yeah, well they clearly haven’t. Go let them in.” “Door’s open!” Paul yelled as he left the room, and you took a deep breath, smoothing down your skirt. Speaking of Woody, that black fury beauty was glued to you since the day of your test, clearly sensing a change in you and a basic instinctual need to protect you. Now, the beast sat at your feet as you waited for your in-laws to walk in.

“Come on boy.” You looked down at him before you followed Paul out and made your way down the stairs. "Hi!" You smiled brightly, taking the final two steps and seeing them in your entry. You opened your arms wide and hugged them both, Big Jim pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Hi sweetheart, get down!” Jim chuckled as he shoved Woody away who was jumping up at him, his bushy tail wagging.

You snapped your fingers at the German Shepherd and he sat immediately. Then in German, you told him to go lay down. "Works every time." You giggled.

“The commands used to be Russian.” Jim chuckled.

"Changes with the dog and handler these days," Paul said, taking the dessert tray from his mom.

Before you could leave the entry, your parents walked right in and the greetings went around again before everyone came in and settled around the living room while you and Paul finished setting the table. "You look beautiful," he smirked, speaking softly. You could see a twitch of his hands as they hung by his sides. "What are you fighting there, Stud?"

“The urge to touch my little disco ball.” You giggled, "I love you, so much." "I sure hope you're setting the table and not ruining the table in there," Big Jim hollered from the living room. “You wanna eat your dinner or wear it?!” Paul yelled back. "Paul!" Dottie chimed in with a laugh. "Dinner's ready," you hollered. "Come eat!" There was a general bustle as everyone settled round the table and Paul grabbed beers for him, your dad and Big Jim, whilst you poured your mom and Dottie a wine each. "No wine tonight, sweetheart?" Your mom wondered. "Maria..." your father chuckled, "she doesn't always need a glass with dinner." Paul gently squeezed your knee under the table and you looked at him, smiling. “Erm, no. And I probably won’t be having any with my dinner for the next eight months or so.” Your parents frowned a bit as the words left your mouth. Both sets were processing your words and then the penny dropped and both moms screeched happily. “I knew it!” Your mom grinned, “didn’t I say, Nick? I knew it!” "You did, honey," your father beamed proudly. "My baby boy is going to be a daddy," Dottie cried. "This is the greatest news," Big Jim shook his son's hand and then tightly embraced a tearful Paul. You stood, weepy yourself, as the commotion entangled around you. Your mom stood and wrapped you into a hug before your dad did the same, cupping your face as he stepped back. "My baby girl," he cried. “Dad.” You spluttered, chuckling a little. You turned to see Dottie as she stepped back from Paul, wiping her eyes. “I’m gonna be a Nanna!” She beamed and you laughed as she hugged you. "The best Nanna," you replied.

“Erm…” your mom cleared her throat and everyone laughed.

Jim was the last to hug you, his large arms wrapping around your back. "Thank you," he whispered, "you've given him his best life."

“And he mine.” You whispered back as he kissed your cheek.

Woody let out a whine from his basket at the corner of the room, and Paul turned to look at him. “Yeah, okay. We heard ya…”

His tail thumped lazily as he lay back down, eyes flicking between the people who stood around the table. “What’s up with him?” Your dad chuckled. “He’s gotten a little clingy, protective even.” You shrugged. "Bless him," Dottie smiled.

"He growled at Paul the other day, I thought he'd end up outside for the night." You explained as everyone settled back in their seats for dinner.

“He would have but you threatened to cut my balls off.”

You shrugged with a playful smirk on your face. "Details."

The room filled with laughter and conversation shifted over dinner to memories of when both you and Paul were babies or Dot and Maria's experiences when expecting. All through the meal, you were beaming and glowing, as Paul pointed out.

When dinner shifted into dessert and coffee, you opted for your new herbal tea which paired very well with the creamy cheesecake Dot had made.

And when the night was through, your sweet moms helped with the dishes as Paul and your dads sat outback with celebratory cognacs and the newly finished fire pit and seating area. When you and your moms joined the men, they were pouring over the job well done by Paul and your contractors combined over the pool. The whole garden and backyard was beginning to take shape, the pool's hole having been lined with concrete following the installation of the filtration system and the flower beds ready for the new autumn buds and your vegetable garden already taking off. “We’re not far off,” Paul grinned as you slid under his arm. “This will be finished in a few weeks, and then all that’s left to do is the main bathroom upstairs and to paint the spare rooms. Our room and en-suite will be done when we get round to it.” “And of course one of those spare rooms will be a nursery so we can do that when we know what we’re having.” You beamed and Paul kissed your head.

"You've come a long way in a year and a half." Big Jim pointed out.

"We wouldn't have been this close if it weren't for you guys." Paul admitted.

“It’s what parents do.” Your dad smiled, “you’ll come to find that out soon enough.”

"Speaking of, we should go, let this new mama rest," Dot smiled warmly, her hand patting Big Jim's arm. “I’m fine, honestly.” You shook your head. “Apart from the mornings.” Paul grimaced "That's an early start," Maria commented. "Yeah, I know, thanks, Mom," you laughed. “As is he napping.” Paul teased and you prodded his ribs. "I love naps," you joked. “Really? Hadn’t noticed.” Paul winked and Jim sniggered. “Get ‘em in whilst you can, a lot of sleepless nights are coming your way soon enough.”

“Doesn’t stop either, wait till they’re teenagers and out driving around…dating boys.” your dad quipped and Paul blinked. “Oh hell no.” "We could go back and forth all night," you laughed. "Thank you for coming over, as always." "Ours next," Dot smiled as she hugged you. "Of course," you nodded. Goodbyes were said as extra loving hugs were given from your parents and his before they headed home. Paul stood in the yard with Woody for a bit, hoping he'd do his business while you locked up the house. Eventually, they came inside while you were heading up to wash your face and brush your teeth for bed. “You need anything?” Paul asked as your eyes met in the mirror, his arms wrapping around you from behind, one hand splaying on your belly. "No, I'm okay," you grinned, your hands covering his. "You're a little buzzed." You looked at him in the mirror, his nose a little pink, his eyes glassy. “I had a few beers, might have sneaked in a couple of scotches with pops and your dad.” You turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, your left fingers curling around to rub the edge of his scar. “Celebrating, huh?” "Mmmhmmm," he hummed, his nose running along yours. “Don’t even wanna think about the state Barnes and Wilson are gonna get you in when they find out.” At that, Paul tipped his head back in laughter, "it'll be destruction and mayhem." “Hmmm, just like the house will be when the little one is walking and getting their hands into everything.” "I can't wait, Sugar." “Me neither.” Paul's lips casually swept over yours, "I'm so happy," he whispered. “Me too,” you sniffed a little, “not least because we waited so long for this.” "It's our time, baby," Paul whispered, again his nose bumping yours. His own eyes welled up as he held you close. "I love you so much." "Show me, Stud," you whispered back. With a grin, Paul’s hands slid to the back of your thighs and he hauled you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His lips pressed to yours as he carried you through to the bedroom, your giggles soon enough giving way to soft moans and groans as he teased those reactions from you, in a way he did so well.

***** 16 weeks You tapped your fingers against the old wood of your desk. Your uniform was no longer an option as they were tailored to fit and you'd taken to wearing a size larger tees and an expander on your cargo pants. The nausea was slightly subsiding and only every few days rather than constantly each day. You weren't showing as such just yet, but you felt bloated and tired, not to mention cranky as hell as you were already bored with desk duty.

It didn't help that Elphaba was in today to have lunch with Steve, looking perfect and shapely with her perfect bump and good looks. You hated her. “Amazing what not having a job means you can do with your hair and nails.” Rodriguez followed your eyes as you shot daggers at Mrs Rogers’ back before you let out a sigh, and leaned back in your chair. “Let’s face it, if people didn’t know I was pregnant they’d just assume I’d eaten too many cheeseburgers.” You groaned, “God I hate her.”

"Diskant, shut up," Rodriguez scolded. "Ro, I'm so bored! I don't know how the hell Paul does this every day!" You whined. “Which is why I’m here. Range? You can still shoot in there.” “Can I pretend it’s the wicked witch of the west I’m shooting?” "If it makes you feel better," she laughed. "Thank God," you sighed and stood from your desk. Your session was an hour, shooting a dry session just so you didn't get rusty in your trade. As a skilled marksman, you needed to keep up daily, if not weekly and your current condition would soon prevent shooting entirely. Rodriguez was helpful, offering to clean your gun when you were through and to appease your husband, you wore shooting gloves, which you liked wearing when using your riffle anyway. But for now, your range time was short and consisted of the blanks in your service weapon. It made you happy to at least do something near normal in your line of work rather than sorting and filing away Steve's reports or doing Barton's paperwork. There was a new transfer in from New York, Brock Rumlow, that you weren't particularly keen on, but he seemed to cover your slot for the time being. Steve wasn't entirely fond of him either, but he was a good marksman, he just needed to learn to be a team player. Your SWAT team was your second family, each and every one of its members having a trained skillet and combined team effort that made them all work like a well-oiled machine. In fact, when it came to Rumlow, you had confided in Paul that he gave you a weird vibe and even reminded you of Ludlow in a cocky manner. Paul laughed you off, Tom having grown on you over time. And speaking of Paul, your handsome husband was calling just as you and Ro had finished your session.

"Hey, Stud," you smirked into your call.

"Hey, Sugar," Paul replied. "Are we still on for tonight?"

"Of course. Rodriguez and I just finished at the range and I'm about to head home now."

“You’ve been on the range?”

"Yes, and safely. I promise."

He sighed, “Sugar…”

"I'm so bored, Paul. It's the last one anyway. I promise." "We talked about this." "Yeah and Elphaba was in for lunch, I had to get out."

“Seriously? Still? Babe, you-“ “Don’t tell me I need to let it go, Paul!” "Fine. I'll give you that. I'm leaving in about forty minutes. See you soon." “Okay, see you at home.” You sensed the clipped tone to Paul's voice and sighed. "Oh well," you said to yourself and packed up your bag, saying goodbye to Ro and heading out.

By the time you got home, Paul hadn't arrived yet, so you showered and started getting ready for your date with your husband. You pulled a sweater dress from your closet, opting to wear that over-confining pants as things were getting a little snug now in your closet and in some or most cases your extenders weren't helpful.

You heard Paul's arrival rather than saw him as Woody's claws could be heard barrelling through the halls and up the stairs as he came in search of you. You were always the first thing the good boy sought and searched for when he and his Alpha returned home. “Hi puppy!” You greeted him as he rolled into the bedroom and hopped on the bed. His tail thumped furiously as he flopped onto his back for a belly rub. You scratched him down and he licked your face happily, Paul stepping inside your room with a heavy foot. "Hi," he pressed a kiss to your forehead and stepped towards your closet, looking for a change of clothes. "I'm just going to shower really quick and we can go." “Okay.” You watched him go for a moment before you turned to your vanity to fix your make up. 'Well this should be fun,' you thought. Paul was out of the shower quickly and you were out of your dress, now roaming your room in only your tightly fitting bra and panties, groaning to yourself how suddenly the dress felt constricting and you felt frumpy. “What are you moaning about?” Paul asked, looking at you.

"Me. My body. You. Your cranky attitude." “My cranky attitude?” "Yes, your cranky attitude. You were a dick the second you heard I was at the range. You came home all heavy and barely said hello before you sulked into the bathroom. And look now, you haven't changed your tune since taking what I had hoped would be a cold shower to set you straight." "Whoa, how is this all of a sudden my fault? I wasn't a dick!" Paul scoffed. "You promised me no more shooting, we both read and heard everything there was to it and the risks. Frankly, given our circumstances I am shocked you did it." "Excuse me?" You glared and shouted, "Are you telling me that I would risk our baby's health and welfare?" “No, of course not.” Paul sighed, “but the range isn’t 100% safe, you know this. All it takes is a bad recoil or a stray blank! Baby I get it, you’re bored but… just…” he shook his head, “I don’t wanna fight.” "Then don't pick one with me." “Fine.” He held his hands up, palms facing you in a surrender motion. “I’m saying no more. Do what you want.” "Fine." Paul rolled his eyes and moved over to the dresser, pulling out a clean pair of boxers and tossing them into the bed by the side of his dark denims and light blue button down he’d pulled from the closet earlier. You were in your closet, furiously ruffling through your clothes, looking for something. “Why did you take the dress off?” Paul asked you as he pulled his boxers up over his slim hips. You couldn't help the tears in your eyes nor the sniffle from your nose as you went. Woody whined and led in the doorway between the room and the closet. "I was uncomfortable." “Uncomfortable?” Paul’s voice was soft as he crossed the room. “It looked beautiful on.” "Well I felt frumpy after I had it in for a bit." “Baby, you’re pregnant. You didn’t look frumpy at all.” You looked over at him as he leaned in the doorway, "well, whatever. I don't want to wear it now." His eyes poured over your body. Starting with how shiny and beautiful your hair looked, to the way your eyes sparkled and your skin glowed. Then down along the column of your neck just two nights ago he was nipping and kissing at, laving away with his hot tongue. To your newly, fuller looking breasts that were indeed starting to spill out of your bras.

“Well what do you want…” he trailed off as his eyes locked onto your belly, and he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread over his face as he saw it.

A tiny, but still very there, swell between your hips. "Oh, Sugar," he said with emotion, his heart racing. "C'mere," he said quietly, his hand reaching out for you. “Paul, will you-“

“Just, c’mere.” He knew you saw the softness in his face as he watched yours almost do the same. You sighed and took his hand. He led you back into the bedroom, stopping in front of the full length mirror.

"Look," he whispered as he rested his chin on your shoulder, turning your body so that it gave you a side view. Paul took his hand and traced the outline of your abdomen with his long thick middle finger before his palm flattened over the curve. He watched as your eyes grew wide, and then you took a shuddering breath as one of your hands gently came to rest over his. "There's our baby," he said wetly. “That… it… they weren’t there before.” You managed to whisper, your eyes filling with tears. “Oh Paul.”

The small, very subtle bump had seemingly popped in just the few hours apart from when you'd gotten dressed this morning. You saw your body every day, and surely Paul did too, but you didn't even notice this new change. Warm and soft blue eyes simply stared at you in the mirror as you observed him and your changing body. The two of you stood there for a moment, lost one awe at the little human that was growing inside you. Paul dropped a kiss to the crook of your neck and shoulder, resting his chin there as both his arms circled you from behind.

“Let's go to dinner, and then we can come back and I'm gonna show you just how not frumpy you are." He smirked. "You’re pregnant," his lips tickled your ear, "with our baby, my baby. And I wanna show you how incredible you are, how sexy, how amazing, how you make me feel." You managed a nod, “okay.” He dropped a soft and lingering kiss to your cheek. "Anywhere you want, I just want to take you out."

"Can we go to the pier? I know it's chilly but," you started and he was quick to cut you off.

"I think that's exactly where we should go." With a smile you wrenched your eyes away from the mirror and turned in his arms. “I’m sorry.” "Me too." “Okay, let me find something to wear.” “Sugar, put the dress back on. It really did look great.” “Okay.” ****** 20 weeks You and Paul were sitting in the exam room, waiting for the ultrasound technician to conduct your next scan of your baby. And today you would finally find out if it was pink or blue. Paul was bouncing in the balls of his feet as he sat next to you in a small chair with you on the exam table. "You gotta stop," you laughed.

"I can't, I'm so excited!" He grinned. "Today's a big day, we find out if our Disco ball has balls of its own.” You hated the phrase but he loved using it every time someone asked about today's gender scan. "You're such a dork." “Isn’t it funny that a kiss on the pier led to this?” Paul grinned. “You mean you stalking me led to this.” “I didn’t stalk you.”

“Listen,” you grinned, patting your bump, “if this is a girl and she comes home saying some guy is hanging around outside her place of work and won’t leave her alone, what are you gonna do? Tell her to go on a date or waltz down there with a shotgun?”

“Shotgun.” Paul replied instantly.

“Hypocrite.”

“Listen, Sugar, if this baby is a girl, I'm not gonna lie, I'll polish the Shotgun and get a creaky rocker for the porch and we'll look like deliverance when each date comes to an end. One minute off the eta and he's faceless.”

At that you laughed, “you are such an ass!”

“I'm a daddy.”

“So is mine but he never blew your face off.”

“That’s different.” Paul shook his head.

“How?”

“Just is.”

You laughed, “well, in that case I pray for the kids’ sake it’s a boy!”

Paul grinned, “hey, do you think we should wait until Christmas to tell our parents? You know our moms are chomping to know. The unit has taken bets."

"There's absolutely no way you're sitting on this for two more weeks." You rolled your eyes.

A knock sounded and then the door cracked open. Your doctor and the ultrasound tech stepped inside with bright smiles.

“Nice to see you again Mrs, Mr Diskant” The doctor greeted you both. "How are you guys? Do we feel any flutters and movement yet?"

"I do, he hates it." “I don’t hate it, I just wanna feel it too!” Paul gave a slight pout. Your doctor laughed. "It could be any day now. Typically partners feel their babies around twenty to twenty four weeks and Y/N is so far measuring around twenty weeks now. Be patient." “Yeah that word isn’t in his vocab.” "It seems to avoid yours as well, Sugar." “Shut up or I’ll change my mind about finding out the sex.” The doctor and tech laughed at your banter. "Alright, while I take your vitals and measurements, Wanda is going to be getting our machine ready. Any questions?" You shook your head. "Good." As your doctor examined you and measured your belly, she rattled on about what was to come for you between appointments and you listened intently, clearly observing Paul taking mental notes. "How's the pool coming?" Dr. Cho asked. “Well, we had a slight hold up with the tiles, took longer to arrive than we expected, and then the filter system broke thanks to the damned dog peeing into the access panel, don’t ask.” Paul sighed. “But it’s finally finished. Installed the temperature regulator last night so we should be good to go in a few days once the chemicals have levelled out.” "Good. You'll be teaching this little one how to swim in no time." "He's quite proud and given the warmer weather this weekend, he's having a little barbeque to celebrate." You teased and Paul shrugged. "It is an odd warm weekend for December but I suppose that's California for you. Sunny and seventy-five nearly all year." Dr. Cho smiled. She looked at Wanda who nodded. It was time. "Alright, so let's just pop your jeans open and roll them all the way down to your panty line. Tuck your top up under your bra and let's see if this baby is going to tell us pink or blue." "Ready, Stud?" You turned your head towards Paul. He nodded, grabbing your left hand between both of his as he stood to angle himself so he could watch the monitor. “Yeah.” He grinned, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. The heartbeat sounded strong and as the doctor took notes, Wanda typed in codes and letters, taking the measurements of your baby in utero. "Alright, there it is, and it's definitely a clear image," she smiled. "Paul and Y/N, your little Disco Ball is.... a boy," Dr. Cho revealed. Wanda turned the monitor towards you and Paul more with a very clear, very prominent image of your baby boy. “Oh my god, look at him, Sugar!” Paul whispered. “A boy. Our boy!” You couldn't find the words as you tearfully sputtered. “And you’re like sure, he’s a he?” Paul demanded.

Dr. Cho then proceeded to clarify the grey images on the screen, pointing out to Paul the very clear image of his son's distinguishing features. And you suddenly watched his chest puff, no doubt silently crowing at his son's endowment. “Don’t say it!” You warned him.

A Cheshire smirk hinted at his lips as his eyes sparkled. "Disco Ball got balls, baby!"

Dr Cho and Wanda laughed as you shook your head as Paul looked at Wanda.

“Hey can we get a print out of that? Not his… you know but…” "We'll get all your images from today printed and have them up front for you when you leave. Let me know if you have any questions or concerns and I'll see you at your next appointment next month. You're halfway there, Y/N. Try to drink a lot of water and keep up your good routine and rest. Enjoy the home stretch." You thanked her as you sat up, straightening your clothes once Wanda had wiped the gel off your bump. They left the room to allow you and Paul a moment while things were sorted for your exit and next visit. “A boy!” Paul beamed as he leaned over to kiss you. “Another Diskant boy!” You giggled gleefully as he peppered you with kisses. "I guess we better get started on his room, now huh? Get something for your parents and mine for tomorrow?"

“What do you have in mind? I’m not doing one of those crappy gender reveal parties, frankly they’re gaudy.” Paul grimaced. “That one Rogers and Karen held was disgusting.” “Fuck, no.” You scoffed. “But I would like to get our parents a little something as a surprise, we can just tell everyone else at the weekend.”

"I'm on board with that."

*****

The rest of the day, you and Paul spent hours in the baby store, creating a registry and looking at the future prospects of furniture for your new son's nursery. If you had thought by mid-pregnancy Paul's handsy needs would diminish, you were sorely mistaken. And now, you'd given him a son. He was absolutely over the moon, just as much as you were no doubt. “Hey babe?” He stopped you by a set of gift items and pointed to a photo frame, “what about something like that for our mom and dads? We could have it customised.” You looked at the frame, it contained a generic scan photo and at the bottom engraved in the wood was a little poem. “Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, two little eyes…” “And one set of balls.” Paul finished.

“That’s not what it says!” You slapped his arm as he laughed, “it says one tiny nose…” “Like I said, we can customize it.” “No.” “Oh come on, sugar!” “Absolutely not.” You scoffed, “but I did have an idea.”

“Better than mine?”

“Absolutely.” You arched a brow, “he’s a little Disco Ball, right? So what about a pretty blue bauble each for their Christmas trees?”

"Alright, but I still think my idea is better." Paul rolled his eyes with a joking scoff, to which you elbowed him in the ribs.

“Yeah, I don’t care, we’re not doing it.” "Scrooge." Paul mumbled. "What was that?" “Nothing, babe.” The idea of another Diskant boy had your parents in complete love. Big Jim was proud his line was continuing and Nick over the moon to have a grandson to take hiking and explore nature with. Dottie and Maria were thrilled either boy or girl, but loved the notion of a mini Paul running around causing his parents havoc. And what was even more celebrated was when the entire SWAT team and Paul's unit had to pay up to both Barnes and Barton who had chosen Team Balls as Barnes not so eloquently called it. “Dare I ask what the female option was called?” You arched a brow and Barnes grinned at you as he shoved a carrot stick in his mouth from the plate in the middle of the kitchen island. “Team Boobs.” “Of course it was.” You rolled your eyes, "Sugar, come out, enjoy the pool, honey," Paul poked his head in from the slider. "In a minute, I gotta change." You hollered back. Both units were already out back, along with your parents and non-work friends, an outright Christmas Swimming Santa party Paul’s friend Tony had made the trip up to see you, along with Sharron and Natasha. It felt amazing to have everyone together, and even better that you could offer all three of your non local friends rooms to stay in. Even Tom Ludlow himself had been invited. Although Dottie and your mom had absolutely given him the cold shoulder, much to your amusement. Jim had been a lot less cold understanding that what had gone down was simply a risk of the job. "Go and change, I'll take these out." Your mom came in, rescuing the veggie tray from Barnes. “Hey, I was eating that!” "So is everyone else," You mom snorted. You quickly found what you needed in your closet, tucked away in a bag that had been hidden on the shelf behind your hanging tops. You were hesitant when you'd tried it on, but somehow Natasha had convinced you earlier in the week you needed to get the two-piece. You felt huge already today and definitely felt like you'd grown a bit since the two of you had gone shopping. But you wanted to give it a try. So, you cut the tags and slipped into the black and baby blue two piece. You grimaced a little but in all, sorta felt good and you smiled knowing Paul was going to love it. All in all, your bump was fairly neat. Your boobs, thighs and hips had fleshed out slightly due to the fact you couldn’t run as much but you still kept active, walking Woody with Paul each evening and now you were hoping to use your pool to swim and keep you reasonably fit. Plus you heard swimming aided in labor and delivery, so the pool and it's heater were all done in perfect timing. Biting your lip you rearranged the messy bun on your head and wrapped your new black sarong around your waist, just under your bump, slipping into your flip flops and headed downstairs and out towards your guests. Before you set foot on the patio, you could help but overhear a very whiny and needy Karen asking Steve for something to drink and a plate of snacks. Rearranging your face into a smirk, rather than that of a grimace you popped out onto your patio. "Drinks are behind the bar, waters in that fridge there, Steve." You pushed your sunglasses up your nose and grabbed a fresh, cold bottle of beer for your husband. There by the pool, in his board shorts and a tee stood Paul, mid conversation with Barnes and Wilson about something, Woody sitting happily at his feet. You made your way over and Woody gave a little whine, making Paul turn to look at you. His eyes were covered by shades but you knew from the smirk that crossed his face if you could see them, they’d be full of a cheeky twinkle. "Brought you a fresh one." You smiled as you passed him the cold bottle. “Shouldn’t he be fetching and carrying for you?” Barnes asked. "Equality in this house, Barnes." You shook your head. “Besides, I get regular foot rubs, my meals cooked and I haven’t changed a bed sheet in over six weeks.” Paul chuckled as he dropped an arm around your waist, fingers gently curling over the side of your bump. “As it should be, you’re growing my boy.” "See," you smirked, your hand running up to rest in his chest. Barnes made a gagging noise. "The grill is getting hot, just need the dogs and burgers," Paul kissed your temple. "I'll get them then, they're in the fridge in the garage. I could use an extra hand," you patted his chest. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, a brow quirking up over his shades and at that point Barnes gave a snort and hastily left you to it. Paul followed you to the garage, but not before hearing Karen make a comment about hoping you had those vegan dogs or turkey burgers she sent you a text over. “Fuck’s sake!” You seethed, “She’s such a fucking asshole!” "God, you're hot when you're angry, babe." Paul grinned.

"I. Can't. Stand. Her." "Really? I’d never have noticed." "Watch yourself, or you're on my hit list next." "Yeah?" He smirked, “sounds kinky." You growled and he still chuckled, but set his beer down on the washer and pulled you into him by your wrists. “Can you just give her a normal pork sausage and tell her it’s a vegan one? Like she’s gonna know.” “No, because that would be both disingenuous and mean.” “She’s not even a proper fucking vegan! She’s doing this because some half-baked, nobody reality star said she ate them when she was pregnant!” “That may be but she’s doing what she feels is right and best for her and her baby. Yeah she’s a piece of work, but come on, Sugar…”

Your lips turned into a pout and Paul chuckled, "fine." His face dropped to yours, noses bumping together. “You know, you look incredibly sexy in this…” his fingers toyed with your bikini straps. “Disco ball and boobs on display…” "Yeah?" “Put it this way, Sugar, the dog wasn’t the only woody around the pool when you walked out.” "Glad to make you happy, Stud." “Every day, Baby.” He grinned, kissing you softly. "Shut up and take this tray out to the patio." You purred, feeling the effects of his schmoozing. He grinned and gave you a quick kiss before he picked it up. "Just for the record, your boobs are totally better than her fake ones." Paul smirked as he bounced off, leaving you just biting your cheek and groaning

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Chapter 10 Part 2

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purecantarella · 4 years ago

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The Photographer

belated happy lia day! i worked on this with the hwasa fic i'm about gonna post tomorrow but yeah, i hope you all enjoy and happy birthday to lia 😁💗this is short but i think it's nice AHAHHHA disclaimer/s : none, this is just pure fluff 😇

The way you lived was unorthodox to some people but it was just the way you preferred to exist. You were a free-lance photographer and loved the feeling of not being tethered; to any place or any person. Being free to do what you wanted without judgement or consequences.

While you'd grown acquainted with different kinds of people, grew close with a few locals, and took many personalities to your bed, no one had been able to keep you tied down for more than a few days. No one.

After your 22nd birthday, you found yourself exploring the bustling city of Seoul, as per a recommendation by someone you'd met in Japan. It was a beautiful country with rich culture and a new adventure. You thought it'd be a nice stop-over before you continued to the Philippines.

At first, you were lost. Not a lot of people spoke the English and if you didn't know the language a lot of the locals couldn't help or understand you. Instead, you wondered around the busy and loud city. Enjoying the sights and taking still shots of whatever you found interesting. It was nice.

The cold night air began nipping at you as you walked around looking for somewhere to eat. You were slowly becoming frustrated because of the language barrier. As you were about to just call it a night and maybe just find some instant ramen noodles at a nearby convenience store for you to eat at your rented room, a girl, one of the most beautiful you'd seen in a while, walked up to you.

"Are you okay? You seem a tad bit lost." She asked you in English. You sighed in relief and laughed softly. The brunette raised a brow curiously. You waved your hand, "I'm just glad to understand someone. I've never actually spoken a lick of Korean." You said, relief and a bit of comfort washed over you.

You'd found it a bit odd though, that sense of familiarity with this stranger. None of your friends or your hook-ups had made you feel this way. Deciding it was nothing you shook it off. You offered your hand to the girl, "I'm Y/F/N. Nice to meet you Miss...?"

She was rather surprised. While it was a welcomed surprise, she still found it odd that you didn't know her. The brunette gave you her signature smile, taking your extended hand. "Julia, but just call me Lia." You nodded, biting your lower lip excitedly. The warmth of her hand radiated onto your cold one. The touch lingered for a while, your eyes not breaking contact with one another. Her crescent eyes and radiant smile made it hard to turn away. The moment could have lasted forever until you heard a soft cough from behind you.

Lia snapped her head behind her, a hot rush painting her cheeks as she stammered some things in Korean to her friends behind her. You stood behind her, the words they spoke just deflecting off of you. Your eyes trailed down to your hand. How it tingled and sent shocks through your body.

'This is new...' You thought to yourself as your gaze returned to the newly acquainted friend. She seemed to still be in a heated debate with the other girls as you shifted from the back of your foot to the tip of it. Their voices had hushed a little as Lia walked back to you.

A smile had returned to your face before you pointed to the group behind her. "Your friends seem fun." You said awkwardly, a soft laugh following after. She scoffed and rolled her eyes before the faux annoyed expression melted into an adorable little grin. Once again, you felt your heart unexpectedly skipping a beat.

"I should leave you to it and—" You were instantly cut off by her shaking her head profusely and spitting out a fast-paced series of "no's". "It seemed like you didn't know anyone and I wanted to lend a hand." You were taken aback. It wasn't the first time a local had offered this sort of thing in your life. A lot of people were like this girl, friendly and wanted to show the tourist around. But there was just something about this girl.

You let out a soundless laugh while nodding your head. "I'd really like that, maybe not tonight though. I wouldn't want you to stay out too late." You said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. Lia looked up at you before pulling out her phone, staring and scrolling through it intently. "I'd love to but would..." She paused before settling on a day. "...Thursday be good?" You chuckled softly at her hopeful face.

While you knew that your flight was early Tuesday, you nodded confidently. You two exchanged numbers before she'd disappeared with her friends and two tall men. You tried not to raise a brow at the latter though. That night your thoughts were flooded by the gorgeous girl, her pale complexion, moon-shaped eyes, the smile on her face, her overall form. Like all the sights in the world you'd seen were nothing compared to her, to Lia.

You tried to shake off the feelings that began to creep up on you though at the same time you awaited Thursday to arrive anxiously. You two texted between your sightseeing in the city. In all honesty, her silly texts and updates had been the highlight of your trip. You found yourself waiting for her replies to each of the photos you sent her.

On the day you'd set to meet, you thought that you'd had a stronger bond with her. And yes that was a good thing, but it just made you feel even more terrified of this foreign territory. You sat at the park she'd told you about, your leg bouncing as you eyed the scenery. "She's just a girl, Y/n...Calm down..." You muttered to yourself, leaning back into the bench. You continue to gather your thoughts when your suddenly jolted and someone yells, "Boo!"

You jumped and were just about ready to fight the perpetrator. You softened seeing Lia laughing hysterically. "You're adorable, Y/n!" She cooed softly before circling around to wrap her arms around your neck comfortably.

"I hope I didn't keep you waiting." She said as she pulled away enough to see your, now flushing, face. You shook your head, a dopey smile gracing your features. Lia's embrace lingered for a moment. Your heart pounded against your chest. "So miss Lia, where are you taking me?" Your body becoming more and more tense under her touch. She took your hand hers, dragging you to some location in the outskirts of the city.

By the time you'd got there it was around lunch time. You'd learned a few of the important phrases and ordered something. Lia looked at you impressed, even making a point by clapping. The afternoon flew by quickly, she told you all about her being an idol, her intense lifestyle while you shared all of your adventures in different countries and taking stolen and posed photos of her. With every story, you found her more and more intriguing. She was a mystery that you wanted to solve, the polaroid you patiently waited for to dry.

"Come on!" The brunette said suddenly, pulling you up from the grass that you'd been sitting on as you scrolled through your camera's photos. You laughed as you jumped onto your feet, blindly following her. "Choi Lia where are you taking m—Woah..." The orange glow of the sunset painted over the city, the lights of building providing the perfect accent, and greenery in the city was perfectly set.

"Holy crap." You whispered under your breath. Your hands falling from the camera's sides instead weighing over your neck. Lia watched your amazed face before locking her arm in yours. She giggled at the dumbfounded face. A big smile grew on your face. For the first time in years, you're heart felt full.

You took a few steps back, taking shots of the view. Before continuously muttering out profanities and comments on the different aspects and features. Lia watched you get lost in your passion and smiled. She looked out into the scenery. In the few days she knew you, she knew that you'd be one of the people who could appreciate the beauty of simplicity. She turned her head back t the veiw.

"It's beautiful." You mumbled, still in awe. You took a glance at Lia's distracted expression. Your shoulders fell and a fleeting, small smile grew on your face. Lifting the camera back, you took her silhouette against the dimming orange. "Out of all the places I've ever been, this has to be the best." You added, catching her attention. Your E/C eyes glued onto Lia's face, her aura, everything. Her pale cheeks adding an extra glow. For a second, a sparkle in both your eyes could be seen by anyone who passed. When you finally said,

"It would make anyone want to stay, wouldn't you say?"

i thought it was cute HAAHAHAHAH what do you guys think 😅also, probably a hwasa fic tomorrow! i hope this was good for everyone and that you all enjoyed it...even if it was kinda predictable HAHAHA anyway, remember that requests are open and criticism is 1000% accepted and even welcomed. i hope you're all safe and i will see you all very soon 😊💗 taglist: @labrachrosite

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