#Could I fix him? Probably not. Could I get him pregnant? Probably not. Does that mean I should simply quit like a fucking coward? No!

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

WE GOT AN ULTRAMARINE FUCKER IN HERE GET EM

Sergeant Gadriel specifically, yes

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You bouta have ALL my babies ♡ Multiple blue lock

.ᐟcw: suggestive, mentions of doing it, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy stupidness

Isagi Yoichi

He FREEZES. Like mid-bite of his sandwich, just blinking at you. You casually go, “Yeah... I’m marrying you. You’re about to have all my babies.” Isagi short-circuits. “HUH?!”

Face bright red, ears burning, sandwich forgotten. “B-Babies?! Now?! You can’t just— I mean—” He fidgets, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered but clearly thinking about it way too seriously now.

Later that night, he hugs you way too tight while mumbling, "…wouldn't mind though. You’d look really cute pregnant..."

Shidou Ryusei

You say it once, and this man immediately pulls you into his lap. Grinning all sharp and wide, eyes glinting mischievously. "Oh? Is that right, princess?"

You can feel how excited he instantly gets against you. "Then c'mere," he whispers against your neck, voice low and rough. "Let's get started on that army, huh? Hope you’re ready to be walking funny tomorrow."

He’s so serious about it you have to literally scramble away before he acts on it immediately.

Alexis Ness

You say it so casually while he’s fixing his hair. And poor Ness just short-circuits. Goes beet red and drops his comb. "Wh-what?! Babies?! Marrying?! U-Uh—uhm!!"

He frantically tries to fix his hair again even though his hands are shaking.

Would 100% start nervously rambling about how he needs to start planning everything— "Where would we live? Would you want a pet too? O-Or a garden? Maybe we could—!"

You just giggle while he’s literally spiraling, thinking about your entire married life together. "you're so cute, baby!" you squeal, hugging him

Rin Itoshi

You’re chilling together, scrolling through your phone, and you just casually mumble, "Yeah, I’m marrying you. You’re gonna give me all your babies." Rin CHOKES on his water. Then glares at you, cheeks tinted pink.

"Shut up," he grumbles—but he can’t meet your eyes and the tips of his ears are bright red.

Later, when you're dozing off on the couch, he whispers, “.. 's not like I'd mind...” and presses a kiss to your temple.

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser would smirk like the cockiest mf alive. "Really, princess? Can't blame you, schatz." He’d grab your chin gently and make you look at him. "All my babies, hm?"

He says it mockingly, but the way his voice drops an octave... you KNOW he's taking it seriously. He’d lean in real close and whisper against your lips, "If you want it that bad... I'll fill you up right now, hübsches Mädchen." (You’re not escaping without getting absolutely ruined.)

Sae Itoshi

You say it after he does something mundane—like handing you your favorite snack without being asked, or casually fixing your computer like it was nothing. You're half-joking, dramatic on purpose. But Sae freezes mid-step. "…What?"

You grin. “You ‘bout to have all my babies, Sae. I’m locking this down.” He stares at you like you’ve grown another head. Then scoffs, shaking his head. “…Tch. You’re annoying.” But the tips of his ears are red.

Later, when you're curled up next to him watching a movie, he mumbles under his breath, “You’d probably look good with my babies…”

(He thinks about it for days. And suddenly starts pulling out less. )

Bachira Meguru

You say it while he’s being cute. Like handing you your favorite hoodie or offering you a weird snack combo only he would think of. You go full dramatic “Meguru. I’m marrying you. You’re about to have ALL my babies.” He gasps, eyes sparkling.

“All of them?! Even the chaos goblin ones??” Then he tackles you onto the couch, giggling.

"You really wanna be stuck with me forever, huh~?"

Later, he doodles a lil stick-figure family on your arm with hearts and writes “Future Bachira babies” in Sharpie.

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A/n: This made me giggle, lol

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[itneverendshere]

Just saw the new popular movie ’’This ends with us’’ and I beg of you to draw from the actual beautiful love story, so pure! So same concept of the love story: Pouge!Rafe has been kicked out by his mom and her abusive boyfriend, Kook!Reader sees him homeless & hiding. Reader does small acts of kindness, which builds up to a romance but they separate for whatever reason (could be because they get discovered, he joins the military, like the movie, or something different). It could also be reversed with Pouge!Reader instead being homeless, you pick! Years go by, Reader meets an abusive partner, she bumps into a now grown up Rafe. Lots of angst, lingering feelings and longing, he sees the signs of abusive and gets protective. But without the movie plots of reader getting pregnant and married) I adore and worship your writing skills, truly have a gift to make you feel all the emotions!! <3333333

INVISIBLE STRING - r.c series (one)

i loooove this request because pogue!rafe so i decided to turn into a mini series (two or three parts). im personally not a fan of it ends with us, but i love your requests bc it's still very different from the original plot.

pairing: pogue!rafe x sweetheart!kook reader. chapter warnings: domestic violence; absent parents; angst; fluff.

Rafe was born rough around the edges.

There was never any sugar-coating about it; with his hair always messy, sun-bleached and salty, and his hands perpetually stained with the grime of whatever job he'd taken up that week, Rafe Cameron had never known peace.

He was stray dog that had learned to fend for itself, his eyes always scanning for trouble. Most people kept their distance, and he liked it that way.

There wasn’t much softness in his life.

His mom tried her best, he supposed, but that wasn’t saying much.

She had a new boyfriend every few months, and they were all the same — mean, drunk, looking for a fight. Rafe learned early on that if you couldn’t fight back, you were nothing. 

So he fought. A lot.

He fought the men who walked into their house at night, stinking of cheap whiskey and cigarettes. He fought the kids at school who called him trash, who mocked the way his clothes never fit or how he always seemed a little too hungry. But mostly, he fought himself — every time he looked in the mirror and saw his father’s eyes staring back at him. The man who left and never looked back. 

Another piece of shit. 

He kept his head down, his hands busy, and his mouth shut unless he had something to say. He wasn’t nice.

Nice got you nowhere; nice got you used, broken, and left behind. He had seen it too many times to believe otherwise.

The world wasn’t a kind place, and he wasn’t a kind guy. 

Most days, he’d finish work covered in sweat and salt, with just enough money in his pocket to get by. He'd dropped out of school years ago and head to the docks, sit on the edge, and smoke a cigarette while the sun dipped below the horizon.

The only real moment of peace he had.

Rafe took what work he could find — fixing up old fishing boats for the few Kooks who’d dare come down his side of the Cut, pulling shrimp nets in the dead hours of the morning, his back aching and his muscles screaming at such a young age, but at least it was better than being home.

If he could call it that.

Home, where his mom was probably passed out again, where the latest loser she'd dragged in might be passed out on the couch or looking for a fight.

He could hear them shouting before he even got to the door.

His mom screaming her throat out, something crashing inside — a glass, maybe, or a plate. Then came the matching scream of the new boyfriend, Tony or Tommy or something — they all blurred together after a while.

Rafe paused on the porch, hand hovering over the door handle, debating whether it was worth going in at all.

Inside, she was standing in the middle of the living room, her face flushed, her blonde hair a mess. Tony stood over her, fists clenched, his face red and veins bulging in his neck. 

Rafe knew that look. He’d seen it before — seen it in a dozen men who thought they could push their weight around, thought they could break whatever they wanted.

“What the hell’s going on?” 

Tony turned, eyes narrowing. “None of your damn business, boy.”

Rafe took a step forward, his fists balling up instinctively.

“If it’s in my house, it’s my business.”

His mom spun around to face him, her eyes wild and desperate. “Just stay out of it, Rafe. You always have to make things worse!”

He should be used to it by now.

"I'm not the one who brought this piece of shit in here.”

That was all it took.

Tony lunged at him, shoving him hard against the wall, Rafe felt the air rush out of his lungs as pain flared in his back.

“You watch your mouth, punk,” Tony hissed, his breath a disgusting mix of beer and god knows what.

“Or what?” Rafe shot back. Tony’s eyes flicked to his mom, making a point. She stood there, watching.

Rafe had lost faith in her a long time ago but it still blew him away how she never lifted a finger to help him. 

“Get out,” she said finally, hand moving to point towards the bust-up wooden door.

“What?” Rafe blinked, caught off guard.

He must’ve heard her wrong.

“You heard me. Get out!” She was shouting now, her voice high-pitched. “I can’t have you here, always stirring things up! You make everything worse!”

It had to be a fucking joke. He was the only one bringing in money to pay the rent, the only one who kept the house clean enough so it wouldn’t look or smell like someone died in there. Paid the hospital bills when they hit her too hard. He did everything, always. 

Tony shoved him again, harder this time, toward the open door.

“You heard her. Get the hell out.”

Rafe stumbled backward, catching himself before he fell. He looked at his mom, his chest tightening in a way he hadn’t felt since he was a kid. “You’re really gonna choose him over your own son?”

She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Just go, Rafe. I can’t do this anymore.”

He forced himself to nod. He almost wanted to laugh.

“Fine,” he muttered, pushing past Tony and heading for the door. “Don’t call me when he sends you to the hospital again.”

He didn’t look back. The moment he stepped outside, the wind hit his face like a slap, making his eyes sting. Things had never gotten bad enough to this point before.

He would’ve rather taken a beating instead of turning homeless.

Rafe walked, hands stuffed into his pockets. He didn’t know where he was going, just that he couldn’t go back.

He’d die before he begged his mother or Tony to let him in that shithole again.

His feet took him along the edge of town, past the marina and the fishing docks, and eventually, he found himself in the wealthy part of town, near Figure 8.

It was ironic, almost funny.

The Kooks lived here, the ones who wouldn’t give him the time of day if they saw him on their streets. And here he was, a beat-up pogue, walking right through their territory, angry and suddenly so damn tired.

He spotted an old, abandoned house, sitting at the end of a street where the mansions stood tall and proud. He had walked by it a few times before and noticed it had been empty for years, the paint peeling off in strips, the windows boarded up, and the grass overgrown. He crossed the street, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, and pushed the broken gate open. The hinges squeaked loudly, proving just how long it had been since someone had been there.

The front door was unlocked; it opened with the slightest push. Inside, it smelled of dust and mold, but it was dry, and it was quiet. It was enough. He made his way to a small room in the back, what must have once been a kitchen. There was an old sofa left behind, covered in a dirty sheet. He pulled the sheet off, threw it in a corner, and sank onto the sofá, finally breathing properly. 

He stayed there, staring at the cracked ceiling and the empty walls, wondering how the fuck he was going to get himself out of this one. 

For the two next days, he moved carefully, quietly, in and out of the house. He didn’t want anyone to know he was staying there. He wasn’t getting his ass thrown into jail again. He found a way in through the back window, kept to the dimly lighted areas, and avoided the main roads. He didn't have much — a few changes of clothes, some cash from odd jobs, and his dad’s old pocketknife, the only thing he had left of the bastard.

It was on the third day that he saw you.

He was sitting on the front steps, having a cigarette, when he heard the sound of a bike chain clicking. He glanced up, and there you were — riding a yellow bike, hair pulled back, and eyes glued to him as you pedaled down the street.

He stiffened, quickly stubbing out the cigarette, his heart rate picking up. You were one of them, a Kook, from one of the mansions just a block away. He’d seen you before, always biking around town, sometimes with friends, sometimes alone.

He didn’t know you, didn’t even know your name, but he knew the type.

You saw him, too, and slowed your bike. His first thought was to get up and disappear back into the house, but he knew that would look suspicious. So he stayed put, trying to look casual, as if he belonged there.

You stopped a few feet away, still on your stupid bike, one foot on the ground to steady yourself.

“You live here?” You asked, not in a mean way, just curious.

Rafe’s jaw tightened. “Yeah,” he lied, “Why?”

You shrugged, “Just… didn’t think anyone did. Looks pretty empty.”

He tensed, waiting for you to say something like, “I’m going to tell someone,” or worse, to start asking more questions. But instead, you just gave him another curious look, nodded, and biked away.

Weird girl.

The next day, you were back. This time, you had a bag with you. He watched you approach, wary. You stopped in front of the house and took something out of the bag — a sandwich, wrapped in paper, and a bottle of water.

You held them out to him, a gentle smile on your face, “Figured you might be hungry.”

He thought maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better, some Kook guilt thing, like feeding the stray cat in the alley so you could pat yourself on the back for being such a nice person.

And he hated that. Hated you for even thinking he needed your stupid charity. So he gave you every reason to leave him alone.

When you handed him that sandwich, he barely even looked at you.

He just grabbed it and then turned his back, heading into the house without another word. But the next day, you were there again. And the next.

He started making it obvious he didn’t want you around. He’d grunt when you said hello, roll his eyes when you tried to make small talk.

One time, you offered him an apple, and he snatched it out of your hand without a word, just to see if you’d get annoyed enough to leave. You didn’t. Like some fucking saint.

Instead, you kept coming back, like some sort of annoying, persistent fly he couldn’t swat away. Every time, your smile was a little nicer, your eyes a little more curious.

He didn't get it. Why the hell were you still trying? Didn’t you get it? He didn’t want you here. Didn’t want to talk to you. Didn’t need shit from a Kook.

“What’s your problem?” he muttered one day when you showed up with a bag of groceries.

You blinked, “What do you mean?”

“You keep coming back here like I asked you to. I didn’t. I don’t need your charity.”

You raised an unimpressed eyebrow, still not leaving. “I’m not doing charity. I jut figured you could use a little help.”

He scoffed, turning his back on you again. “I don’t need anything from you, princess.”

You hesitated, then placed the bag on the steps anyway. “Well, it’s here if you do.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes again. “Great. Another pity gift from the rich kid. Thank you so much,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

You clenched your jaw, but still didn’t leave. He expected you to finally get the hint, but you just shook your head and walked away.

The next day, you there you were. And the day after that. Always bringing something, always with that same annoying, stubborn smile.

By the end of the week, he was done. You rolled up with another bag, and before you could even open your mouth, he let out a loud groan, throwing his head back. 

"For fuck’s sake, don’t you have anything better to do than bother me every damn day?”

That was it — you snapped.

Your eyes flared, and you stepped in closer, voice getting louder. "Will you just eat the damn food before I throw it in your face?" You shouted, cheeks going red with frustration.

He blinked, caught off guard. He didn’t expect you to clap back.

You’d been silent and too sweet for his liking. Most Kooks would’ve run back to their fancy houses by now, but you were still standing your ground, fists clenched, breathing heavy. Cute.

He almost laughed. Almost. “What’s your deal? You think you’re some kind of hero bringing food to the poor pogue? You think you're gon' save me or something?”

You glared at him “I’m not trying to save you, jerk! I’m just trying to be a decent human! Maybe you should try it sometime!”

He stared at you, face set in a deadpan, but he felt something— something he hadn’t felt in a while. Respect, maybe? But for some reason, he didn’t tell you to get lost.

Instead, he snatched the bag out of your dainty small hand. “Fine. I’ll eat your stupid food. But don’t think this changes anything,” he muttered.

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “Oh, trust me, I don’t.”

You both stood there in this weird silence for a minute, glaring at each other. Then you shook your head, and smiled like you hadn’t read him to filth ten seconds ago. “See you tomorrow, Rafe.”

What? You knew his name?

He watched as you rode away and he realized he was grinning, just a bit. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel completely alone.

And somehow, that pissed him off even more.

Days turned into weeks, and you kept showing up, like a plague.

No matter how much Rafe grumbled, no matter how many times he rolled his eyes or muttered under his breath, you just kept coming back. It was always something small — fruit, a bottle of water, a warm meal in a container. Every time you showed up, you had that same stubborn look in your eyes, like you weren’t going to back down no matter how much he pushed you away.

He hated to admit it, but he started to look forward to your little visits. He hated even more that he noticed things about you. Like how your hair fell in your face when you leaned over to hand him something or how your laugh sounded when he said something sarcastic. He noticed the way you seemed to care, even when he made it clear he didn’t want you to.

One day, you showed up with a duffel bag. Rafe looked at you suspiciously as you parked your bike and slung the bag over your shoulder.

“What now?” he grunted, eyeing the bag like it might bite him.

He could tell you were nervous and that weirded him out even more. Since when could he read your mind? 

“I was thinking… maybe you’d want to come to my house. Just to shower and get some real rest. My parents are out of town, and y’know, you could use it.”

He stared at you like you’d grown another head. “You want me to come to your house?”

You nodded, looking a little unsure now, hands tightening around the bag’s strap, “Yeah. Just for a bit. I thought you might like a break from this place.”

He scoffed. “And why the hell would I want to do that? You think I’m gonna be some charity case you can parade around to make yourself feel good?”

You sighed, clearly getting frustrated. “No, Rafe. I just thought… I just thought you might want a hot shower. But if you don’t, that’s fine.”

He usually cleaned himself up near the docks, but the water was freezing during this time of the year. Every time it felt like his balls were going to drop to the floor. So yeah, a hot shower in a big mansion sounded tempting.

Even if he didn’t want to give you that satisfaction.

A hot shower… a real bed, even for a little while. He hadn’t had that in what felt like forever. He looked at you again, trying to figure out if this was some kind of sick twisted plan, but all he saw were those stupid glowing eyes staring him down like he’d be dumb to refuse you. 

“Fine,” he muttered, standing up. “But just for a shower. And if you try anything weird, ’m outta there.”

Your nose scrunched up, “As if.”

Your house was everything he expected from a Kook — big, clean, and way too fancy. He felt out of place the moment he stepped through the gigantic door, like he was tracking mud on a white carpet. You led him upstairs, pointing out the bathroom.

“You can use this one. Towels are in the cabinet, and I’ll leave some clothes outside if you want them.”

Rafe grunted in response, still unsure why he was even there. He went into the bathroom and locked the door, leaning against it for a moment. The place smelled like lavender or some other fancy soap he couldn’t name. He turned on the shower, and the hot water poured out instantly, filling the room with steam.

He stripped off his dirty clothes and stepped under the water, hissing as the heat hit his skin. But then he relaxed, letting the water wash away the grime, the salt, the exhaustion he’d been carrying for so long. He stayed under the spray longer than he should have, almost losing track of time.

When he finally got out, he saw the clothes you’d left outside the door — a plain t-shirt and sweatpants, nothing flashy, but clean. He put them on and headed back downstairs, finding you in the kitchen, making coffee.

You looked up when he entered, “Feel better?”

He shrugged. “I guess.”

You handed him a cup of coffee, and he took it reluctantly, still waiting for the catch. But you just sat across from him at the kitchen island, sipping your own cup, not saying anything.

He found himself watching you, noticing the little things again.

The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, the way your fingers tapped against the mug when you were thinking. He hated that he was noticing, hated that he found any of it interesting. He took a sip of the coffee and scowled when it tasted good, because of course it did.

“You do this shit for everyone?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“This.” He gestured around. “Invite random guys to your house, make them coffee, act like you care.”

You laughed, a light sound that made his chest feel weird. “No. Just you.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, so he just looked away, taking another sip of coffee. He didn’t do nice. He wasn’t used to nice. This was weird.

You kept doing these little things for him — small acts of kindness he didn’t ask for and definitely didn’t deserve. You’d leave extra food by the house when you knew he’d be there, sometimes even a blanket or a pillow you said you didn’t need. You’d offer to let him use the house again, and every once in a while, he’d accept, hating how much he craved the simple comfort of a shower or a bed.

And all the while, he stayed the same — gruff, sarcastic, always trying to push you away with his attitude. But you didn’t go. You took his crap and came back.

One night, after a particularly rough day where everything seemed to go wrong, he found himself standing outside your house again. Your parents were out of town again, and he didn’t have anywhere else to go. He hated that he was here, hated that he needed this, but he knocked anyway.

You opened the door, your face lit up with that familiar smile. “Rafe,” you said, voice warm. “Come in.”

He liked the way his name sounded on your lips.

He hesitated, but he did. You led him to the living room, and he noticed a few things this time — the family photos on the walls, a vase of flowers on the table, the soft throw blanket on the couch.

Your home was nothing like his, but it felt… safe.

They sat in silence for a while, and he noticed how you didn’t bother him with questions, didn’t try to fix anything. You just sat there, close but not too close, letting him breathe. He found himself looking at you more, catching the way your lips curled up at the corners, how your eyes seemed to soften whenever they landed on him. He felt something strange, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He sat on that big couch, staring at his busted-up hands, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded in his chest. You were just a few feet away, eyes flicking over to him now and then, like you were waiting for him to speak. But he didn’t know what to say.

He felt… uncomfortable. Not because of the place, or you. No, never because of you. But because of this strange feeling that kept crawling up his spine, making him feel restless.

You were sitting on the arm of the chair, legs tucked under you, looking at him with that familiar, gentle expression that made him feel like maybe he wasn’t such a screw-up. He didn’t know what to do with that. You were the kind of girl who should have nothing to do with him. Yet here you were, again and again, showing up, like you didn’t know any better.

He cleared his throat, trying to push back whatever weird tension was building between you. “So… your parents,” he muttered. “They’re out of town a lot?”

You nodded, sighing, “Yeah. They travel for work. I’m used to it.”

“Must be nice,” he said, but his voice came out rougher than what he was going for. He didn’t know how to do gentle and he was still half-convinced you were going to kick him out or tell him you had enough of his crap.

“Sometimes,” you replied, “But it gets lonely, too.”

He wasn’t expecting that. He glanced at you trying to read you. He knew you weren’t looking for sympathy; you were just stating a fact.

He wasn’t sure what made him ask, but he did anyway. “Why do you keep helping me?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I— I don’t know. I guess… I just see something in you. Something good.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “There’s nothin' good in me.”

“There is,” you insisted. “I see it. Even if you don’t.”

He felt his chest tighten, and he had to look away. “You’re wrong.”

“Maybe,” you said quietly, “but I don’t think so.”

He feel your eyes on him, could feel the way his pulse was racing under his skin. He hated it. Hated that he wanted to believe you, wanted to feel whatever it was you seemed to see in him.

“You’re too good,” he muttered. “Too good for someone like me.”

You laughed softly. “You don’t know me as well as you think, Rafe.”

He glanced up, surprised by the boldness in you. You were closer now, leaning forward, eyes fixed on his. He felt that breathtaking tension again.

Before he could think better of it, he spoke, voice coming out meeker than what he was going for.

“You really think there’s somethin' good in me?”

You nodded, not taking your eyes off of him for a second, “Yeah, I do.”

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He didn’t know what he was doing, what possessed him, but before he could stop himself, he reached out, his hand finding yours.

You didn’t flinch in fear or scrunched up your nose in disgust.

Instead, your fingers tightened around his, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Why?” he asked again, desperate.

 “I just do.”

Something snapped in him then, hope, probably. He moved closer, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your delicate skin.

You didn’t pull away again.

He hesitated, just for a moment.

“I’m not— I-I’m not a good guy,” he murmured.

You smiled again, softer this time, the way he hoped you only did for him, “I don’t need you to be.”

He didn’t get it, but he didn’t have time to figure it out.

He leaned in and kissed you. It was clumsy at first — just a touch of lips, a bit hesitant. But then you kissed him back and suddenly he understood those stupid cliché novels his mom used to read when he was younger. He’d never kissed anyone before. 

He was too aware of how inexperienced they both were, of the way his lips barely brushed against yours. He felt stiff and unsure, like he didn’t know if he was doing it right. But it felt right. It wasn’t smooth or perfect — there was hesitancy and uncertainty, but it was real. He felt your hand touch his cheek, your fingers warm and trembling just a little.

His hand slid from your cheek down to your neck, pulling you closer, fingers curling into your hair. He couldn’t get enough. It was messy, frantic, his heart racing like it was trying to break out of his chest, and for once, he didn’t care. He felt your breath hitch against his lips, the warmth of you pressing into him, and all the walls he’d built up, all the reasons he’d given himself to push you away, disappeared. 

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers gripping the fabric of his old shirt like you didn’t want to let go, and that did something to him. Made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. Every time he kissed you, it was like he was drowning in you, like nothing else mattered except for this — your lips, your skin, the way your body pressed against his.

He pulled away, just for a second, eyes wide and breathing heavy, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

He looked at you, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and wet from the kiss, and damn, you looked beautiful. More beautiful than he ever let himself admit before.

But then you smiled, that same heart-shattering smile, and it was like you were pulling him back in, “You don’t have to be afraid,” you whispered.

“I’m not…” he started, but even he didn’t believe it. Because he was. He was terrified as hell of this, of you, of the way you made him feel like he wasn’t a complete mess. But before he could say more, you kissed him again, and this time, he didn’t hold back.

He didn’t think about what he should or shouldn’t be doing, didn’t overanalyze the way his hands moved from your waist to your back, pulling you closer until there wasn’t any space left between you. You melted into him, your body warm and soft, like you belonged there and he felt like he was burning up from the inside out.

His hands roamed, exploring, memorizing the curve of your waist, the way your body fit so perfectly against his. Every little sound you made, every breathless gasp, made him feel like he was on fire.

You broke apart again, both of you panting, and he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

“This is crazy,” he muttered, his voice all shaky.

You giggled, the sound making his chest tighten in the best way.

“Maybe. But I don’t care.”

He opened his eyes, staring into yours, and he knew you meant it.

You didn’t care about the Kook vs. Pogue thing, about the stupid rules that had been drilled into them from birth. You just cared about him. He didn’t know how to let himself want something good, something real. But he wanted you. God, did he want you.

From that night on, everything changed. 

You started seeing each other in secret, meeting up when your parents were out of town or sneaking off to some hidden spot by the beach at night where no one would find you. Every time he saw you, it was like a high he couldn’t get enough of. You’d kiss, talk, hold each other like you were the only two people in the world, and he’d forget about all the shit in his life. Forget about the fact that he was supposed to be a screw-up who didn’t deserve someone like you.

You sat side by side at the dock, feet dangling just above the water, the tips of your shoes barely touching the surface. Something was calming about the sound of the gentle waves lapping against the dock, the world feeling small and distant for once, like it was just the two of you.

He leaned back on his hands, staring out at the horizon, not saying much. He’d been quiet today, more so than usual. You nudged him lightly with your shoulder.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

He snorted, shaking his head slightly. “You don’t want ‘em. They’re not worth much.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him again. “C’mon. You’ve been quiet all day. What’s going on in that head of yours?”

He hesitated, glancing down at the water, his fingers curling into the wood of the dock. He was biting back whatever was eating at him. He wasn’t the type to open up easily, you knew that, but he wanted to, for you. You wanted to know him, all of him, not just the fake exterior he put up for everyone else to see.

“You ever think about… how different your life would be if shit didn’t go so sideways?” he asked, his voice low, almost like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say it out loud.

You frowned, turning to face him, “What do you mean?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

“My mom, she… she used to date these losers. Real pieces of shit, y’know? Guys who’d roll through, thinking they owned the place, treating me like I was some kind of burden just because I was around.”

It wasn’t easy for him to say it, but he was doing it anyway, like the words had been stuck inside him for years.

“She didn’t really care what they did. As long as they paid for her booze, she was cool with whatever. They’d knock me around sometimes, tell me I wasn’t worth shit. But she never did anything about it.” He paused, swallowing hard, his gaze fixed on the water because he couldn’t look at you. “One of ‘em got real bad. Fucker hit me so hard one night, I thought I was gonna pass out. And when I told her… she didn’t care. Told me I was a liar. Said I probably deserved it.”

“Rafe…” you whispered, reaching out to take his hand. He didn’t pull away this time, just let you hold it, his fingers squeezing yours a little too tightly.

“I tried to stick it out,” he continued, his voice quieter now. “Tried to stay for as long as I could. But one day, she kicked me out. Told me I was too much trouble, and she didn’t need me around anymore.” He laughed, but it was hollow, bitter. “I guess I wasn’t worth the space I took up.”

You were quiet. He liked that about you, that you didn’t try and get his thoughts out of his head, just let him do his thing, on his own time. There was nothing that could make up for the kind of pain he’d been through. You just squeezed his hand tighter, and he just knew you wished you could take some weight off his shoulders.

“That’s why you were in that house?” You brushed your lips against his shoulder.

“Yeah.”

It was hard for him to talk about this stuff. Hell, it was hard for him to talk at all when it came to anything real. You just sat there, holding his hand, being there. That was what made you different. Most people didn’t wait for him. They’d get frustrated, give up, move on.

You just... stayed. And that scared him almost as much as it comforted him.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. Deserve’s got nothin’ to do with it.”

You shifted closer, your knees touching his now. “It matters to me.”

He didn’t understand how you could look at him like that, like he was worth something.

“You knew my name.”

You nodded, “You delivered fresh seafood to the house once.”

His eyes nearly popped out from their sockets, “I was fourteen.”

“Yeah?”

“And you remembered that?”

Your brows shot up like he’d said the dumbest thing ever. “Obviously.”

His breath caught, and before he could stop himself, he reached out, pulling you into his lap. His hands found your waist, desperate, almost frantic, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You shouldn’t—" he started, but the words died on his lips because you were already kissing him, and it was like everything stopped. The world, his thoughts, all the shit that weighed him down. It was just you, your lips, the way your hands tangled in his hair, and the soft sounds you made against his mouth.

He kissed you harder, more urgently, like he was trying to prove something to himself — that he could have this, that he could deserve this. His hands slid up your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. His lips moved against yours and he felt like he was falling apart and putting himself back together all at once.

When he pulled back, just enough to look at you, his chest was heaving, and you were looking at him with that same softness that made his stomach twist.

"How—How the hell did I get this lucky?" His voice cracked, just a little. He hadn’t meant to say it, but the words spilled out anyway. 

You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek, and he realized then that his face was wet. He hadn’t even noticed the tears slipping down, hadn’t noticed the way he was trembling.

"You deserve this" you whispered. 

That was it.

That was the breaking point. A choked sob escaped him, and before he could stop himself, he crashed his lips against yours again, kissing you so hard it hurt, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t get enough of you, couldn’t hold back the way he felt like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. For you.

His hands cupped your face, fingers trembling as he kissed you again and again, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he stopped. 

And as his tears mixed with your kiss, he realized that for the first time in his life, he wasn’t running.

He wasn’t pushing you away. He was falling, hard and fast, and he didn’t care. Because for once, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

[jammydodger3579]

If your taking requests can I request prompts 43 and 7 for an old man Logan x reader but it takes place before the movie Logan? BTW luv your work! Have a great day! ❤❤

A/N: this is a really old request that I never got around to writing so here you go. sorry it's shorter than my usual writing but it's cute I think

Warnings: nothing really, just a fluffy short story.

Word count: 450

Two lines. Two very visible lines. You couldn’t believe it. Logan had thrown the test at you as a joke, saying you’ll probably get your period once you do it. For once he was wrong. You’d talked about kids before, the conversion usually ending in “I’m too old to chase after a kid, let alone a mutant kid” You couldn’t help but picture it though, a child, that looked like a mixture of you and Logan, maybe even having his claws. Or a different mutation altogether. Running around the house in no clothes because what kid likes to wear clothes? You already felt something for the wee thing. Tears started to well in your eyes. How would you tell him? It had to be soon before he’d start to pick up on the second heartbeat coming from you. You fixed your appearance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.  Logan was in his chair, wearing his glasses and reading the paper. It dawns on you, how right he might react. What if he does think he’s too old? It took him ages to even consider having a younger girlfriend, let alone a child. 

“I’m pregnant” the words escaped before you could stop yourself. To your surprise, Logan had a knowing smile on his face. 

“I know bub, at least 5 weeks” He put the paper down. “How do you feel about that?” 

“Oh you know, perfectly fine” you said sarcastically. “I think I had three consecutive panic attacks in the bathroom. How do you feel about it?” 

“I’ll admit, I thought I was going crazy at first. Thought someone had broken in and I couldn’t find them. Searched the whole house even. I’m happy as long as you’re happy” 

Your heart rushed, causing Logan to smile. He stood up and walked towards you, pulling you into his arms. 

“Thought you’d be too old to be a dad,” you said as tears spilled from your eyes. 

“I still got a lot of livin’ left to do, love” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “This is just the beginning of our lives together” 

“I love you” you looked up at him. He also had tears threatening to spill. 

“I know… I love you too” Logan took a deep breath, “Oh just wait till we tell Charles, he’ll be thrilled” You placed a kiss on Logan's lips. You had so much love for the man before you. He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around you. You still couldn’t believe it, a baby. You and Logan were going to have a baby together. 

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hello can I have an ask about reader who came from our world who is a big fan of predators who can read, write and speak their language and fight like them too gets teleported to yautja prime and I guess she was looking around for shelter and she found a clan so she entered their clan grounds hoping she doesn't get killed and she found a pyramid (from what I remember seeing in one of the movies) which turns out to be where the clan has its important meetings. And the elder clan leader let's call him Kar'dokh (if you don't mind) was having meeting with other nearby clans so reader accidently enters the meeting room filled with other clan leaders and their most trusted soldiers standing by their side and the silence was LOUD

Reader: .... 

Kar'dokh and the other clan leaders: .... 

*Kar'dokh gets up about to kill her*

*Reader speaks in yautja*: wait I mean no harm I swear!! 

And like all of the yautjas were flabbergasted to find this out and they were suspicious of her cause how does a human know so much about their people? (cause in the world no human ever went to yautja prime) so word got out and everyone wanted to see the human including people from other clans, so fast forward reader and kar'dokh got close -e ends up liking her try's courting her but she pretends to be oblivious to it

Kar'dokh: ooman

Reader: yes? 

Kar'dokh: why do you refuse to be my mate? Am I not a worthy enough male for you? I have you know I have strong seed to sire strong pups so why do you refuse me? 

Reader: what...? What do you...huh? Kar'dokh you are an alien I wouldn't even be able to give you children! 

Kar'dokh: my people's technology can fix that issue so be my mate

Reader: I... I can't 

Kar'dokh: and why not? 

Reader: because I'm human!!! 

Kar'dokh: not valuable reason. Try again

Reader: why do you even like me!?!? Kar'dokh: because I am attracted to you

Reader: *tip toe’s and manages to grab him by the shoulders* raise your standard!!!!

Kar'dokh: *slams hand into metal and puts a deep dent into it then proceed to grab her by the risk*

AND BOOM he pounces on her, corners her against the wall gets her to confess her feelings and they do the super Spicy boombayah doggie style😉

And she somehow got pregnant a few days later 

SORRY FOR IT BEING LONG!!!!! 

To Another Realm

Pairings: Kar'dokh (male yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5271

Summary: After being transported to another realm where yautjas are real, you learn to survive. With the help of Kar'dokh. A clan leader of a strong tribe. If it wasn't for him, you would've been long dead your first day. Close proximity and his help made the two of you grow close. To the point there was no space between you two.

Author Note: IM SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME FOREVER TO GET TO THIS. I've been so busy. Work just changed my 6-2 to a 10-6 and I'm now moving an hour away. So I'll be taking a small break as well for that for writing probably. Maybe... I don't know.

Also! I do have a patreon now: link There are three tiers. Those get the post earlier. Everything will still come out. I'm tweaking things as I go.

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Ao3

Wind rushes passed you. The ground comes and meets your face with a dull thud. Blackness is all you see.

A throat-tearing gasp wracks your body. You sit up rapidly and start to violently cough, trying to figure out how to steady your breathing. It takes a moment to steady yourself enough to wipe away the tears from your face and gaze around. What you saw wasn’t what you were expecting.

Jungle. Tall, lumbering trees towered high above you. Heat and humidity smacked you in the face. The air was hard to breath. It felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen, like you had been shoved onto of a mountain without any time to acclimate. You struggled to your feet and glanced around. The area felt weird. It was as if your internal compass was thrown off completely.

Where were you?

Only thing you could feel besides the confusion was dread. A heavy thing to sit in the pit of your belly, weighing you down. You placed over your heart and took in deep, calming breathes. A difficult thing to do when it feels like you’re slowly suffocating. You pushed through the dread and began to move in a random direction. There had to be some sort of clue to as where you are… and how you got here. The last thing you say doesn’t correspond to waking up in a forest!

Due to the lack of air, you could only walk at a moderate pace. That already had you panting slightly. The terrain was rough and unsteady. Thick foliage, fall giant trees, wide creeks, and boulders made the trip all the more difficult. You had to push forward though and find some sort of clue. Sweat and humidity sticks to your skin like a sheet. Your clothes sticking to you uncomfortably. No matter how much you pulled the drenched clothing away from your skin.

Hours, or what felt like hours of traveling, later, you spotted something through the foliage. It rivaled the trees height. A structure! You immediately started to quickened your pace and race through the foliage, not caring if the branches tore at your clothing and skin. You panted heavily by the time you pushed past the lush bush. You stood there and dragged your gaze up, up, up until you find the top. It was a pyramid. A pyramid in the middle of the jungle. Was this somewhere that had Aztec or Mayan buildings? That’s all you could come up with.

It was in pristine state, as if you had been transported back in time. Like this was the day it was built. You can’t recall anything from anywhere that had something like this. With your heavy breathing, you had to stand there for at least ten minutes, under a tree, catching your breath. The sun was harsh. It felt like you were in a desert, in middle of the day. It nearly burned your skin by standing out in it for a short period of time. You glanced at the building after catching your breath once more. You wanted to go inside. Who knows what’s beyond its walls? Could be an earth shattering record?

With a deep breath you pushed onward and stepped into the blazing sun. Even the intensity felt off, the rays as well. Yet, you didn’t have an idea on what is happening. Besides this being a terrible dream. Stuck in a hot, humid jungle with no phone, no map, no clue where you were. A hopeless situation to be put into with your lonesome.

Large stairs that reached your knees slowed your ascend. Halfway up, you had to stop and take a moment. “This. Is. Bullshit,” you muttered to yourself then continued up the stairs. The material was textured and a deep ruby red with blocks of black. It was beautiful despite you sweating all over it. Does a dream really make you sweat this much?

By the time you had reached the top steps, you feel faint, ready to fall back down the stairs you just climbed. You stumbled your way into the entrance, thankful for the cover. The sun had done a number on your skin. The heat that radiated off of you could make water boil off of you. Your back touches a wall before you slide down to sit. Your legs were more than thankful for the rest. There had to be at least on-hundred steps. Minimum. It was worse since they were made for bigger people.

All because you wanted to see the inside. This better be worth it.

Once you felt stable, thirty minutes later, you weakly stood up. Your legs wobbled when you took a step. You continue on and follow your way inside. Only to realize it had a stairwell. You growled and glared at the damn thing. Then, you take the slow and approach of climbing down each step. It wasn’t much to complain about. Only about two flights until you reached the first floor. Now, it was time to explore.

There was something in the air that had you on alert. Either from the creepiness or from the fact you felt like you were crossing into forbidden territory. You tread quietly, peered around corners before doing down that hallway. The place felt like a maze, meant to drag you deeper and deeper into the depths. Until you from yourself all the way at the bottom level.

That; s when you realize that the only reason you’re able to see is from fire lamps. Lamps that have to be lit by someone. You stopped in your tracks and looked at the walls. In your blind stupor, you didn’t think to look at the walls. Walls that are decorated with stone carvings. Carving that made you think of the movie ‘AVP’. This is really a dream.

You walked up to the carving and gently ran a hand over the smooth stone. Beautiful work. Someone had poured their heart into the crafting a story into the stone. Your gaze drifts over the art work and followed the story down the hallway. All the way to a grand door at the end of the hallway. It was too carved with a mixture of stone, word, and some sort of ore. You stopped in front the door with your jaw dropped.

Curiosity got the best of you. Both of your hands were place on one of the doors.; With all of your weight and strength, you pushed open the door. Your head was ducked down as you struggled the entire time. Just enough until you could slip between the new crack. You stepped into the room and instantly freeze on the spot. That dreadful feeling only intensified… tenfold. You picked up your head and had to cut off a gasp.

Tens of eyes stared at you bright, fierce gazes that looked ready to tear into you. Your muscles locked in place as you stared out at the group. You recognized them. Yautjas. These were Yautjas. Twenty or so. All of them staring at you. Your heart pounding in your chest, trying to escape from the situation you’ve put yourself into.

At the end of the long, formal table, one grand looking Yautja stood up abruptly. Others following suit. The first on marched around everyone and advanced swiftly towards you. You stumble backwards and smacked into the closed door behind you.

Two long blades slid out and glinted off the low light from the fire lamps. Your eyes about bulged out of your head as you looked at the approaching Yautja. Seeing them in movies was far different than seeing on in person. Not that you ever thought you would see one like this. Your hands lifted up in a complacent manner, as if you were trying to call down an angered animal.

“Wait!” you screamed, using a language you never though to use. The Yautja stopped in his tracks his muscles tense. Everyone else pausing as well. “Don’t… don’t kill me.” The unused language was choppy on your tongue. You never thought you would ever use it. Not that you had anyone to use it with.

Surprise over took his anger in the moment. His eyes roamed from head to toe. “You spoke.” It was a statement rather than a question. The words takes a long few seconds to register in your brain. A bit of excitement flares to life inside of you at the knowledge you understand him.

Timidly, you nodded your head. “Yes. Did. Not well.” You did your best to communicate with him, hoping to keep yourself alive. The other Yautjas with him, hoping to keep yourself alive. The other Yautjas behind him glanced at each other, confusion evident in their eyes. Some looked angry. One stepped out from the group and tried to bypass the main Yautja standing less than ten feet from you. He sticks his arm out and stops the other one.

“No, Taural,” he growled but didn’t let his bright vibrant eyes off of you. You felt like a deer in headlights, just waiting for them to do something. For them to decide your fate. There was no running, no fleeing. You couldn’t outrun them, there was no chance of escape. You had to think smart.

The one he stopped snapped his head towards the larger male. “It’s a ooman, Kar'dokh! On Yautja Prime. It needs to be killed,” Taural spat at the brown Yautja. Your heart leapt into your throat. Kill you?! But-but, you’re not a threat, you have no weapons. They have no reason to kill you!

“No.” Such a firm statement that left nothing to be argued. “Return to your seats. Now.” A command that left everyone only to followed. They followed his order with little resistance. Some glanced back at you with murderous intent. Part of you was thankful for the mercy while the other was afraid what he might have in store for you.

Kar'dokh approached you once more with a stern look in his eyes. Instantly, like a cornered animal, your first thought was to throw a punch. But, you didn’t want to give a reason to kill you. Don’t be a threat. He stopped directly in front of you. A towering form that made you feel like you were going to shit yourself. Your heart raced and felt like it was going to leap directly into his hands.

He leaned down and got directly into your face. You tried to turn your head away but he grips your chin and forces your head back. “No threat. Can’t… kill me,” you continued in choppy Yautja. The fear that gripped your heart squeezed hard. All you could do was stand there, under his scrutiny. Your eyes pleading for your life to be spared. Because if your memory served you right, from all the knowledge about these guys, they shouldn’t be allowed to harm or kill you in any way. You aren’t a threat and hold no weapons.

“How do you know?” he growled out lowly and tightened his grip on your chin. You since. “How did you get here?” You could see the questions swirling in his eyes the longer you he stared at you. He was trying to figure out where and how you got here.

Longer you stood there pinned to the wall, you grew more lightheaded. Either from the anxiety that ran through you or the lack of oxygen was starting to get to you. Maybe it was the fear of death right in front of you. Or maybe it was a combination of all of that. Your breathes started to come out fast the longer you were pinned. Darkness began to crowd your vision.

“I-I’m gonna pa-pas out,” you alerted to him before everything went dark. You collapsed on the ground. Kar'dokh letting you dropped. The last thing you remember is being picked up.

By the next time you woke up, you felt a bit refresh. Your eyes blinked open to stare up at a patterned, carved ceiling. Carving like the ones you’ve seen on the pyramid walls. Your brows furrowed at the sight. What? You sat up and rubbed at your eyes. The scene didn’t change. You had just woke up. What in the world were you still in this dream? Fear started to fill your stomach. No… surely, this was a dream. Was this a dream?

Then, a door opening caught your attention. Your head snapped over towards the sound. Kar'dokh was walking into the room, head held high. He stopped besides the cot you had been placed on during your forced nap. Stunned, you peered up at him, heart thundering again. “What happened?” you asked, speaking in your normal language now. Then, you felt the blanket that had been laid on you, slip down. That’s when you realize the room you were in was a medical room. And it didn’t feel like you were suffocating anymore.

His nearness was frightening. To see him crowd into your space without any remorse for scaring you terribly. A grumbled came from the towering, brown giant. “Our planet’s atmosphere isn’t designed for oomans.” His voice! He spoke in Yautja but a monotone voice sounded in your ear. A translator.

It’s thought that they breathe nitrogen more than oxygen. They can survive in our atmosphere than us in theirs. “A regulator has been added to our respiratory system.” Kar'dokh leaned into closer into your space. Your natural reaction was to move away but he snatched your throat and tugged you back. “Now, that I know you won’t die before I get my answers: start talking.”

Worst of all, you don’t know the true answer to his questions. He didn’t look like he would accept ‘I don’t know’ as an answer either. You forced down the lump in your throat. “Uh, what was the questions again?” you asked in a small voice. As much as you wanted to shy away and hide, the grip he had on your chin was firm. There was no escape.

He scowled at you and tightened his hold on you for a moment. “How did you get here? Who brought you onto our planet?” The deepness and anger in his voice was laid thick over you. It rattled you deep to the bones. Fear gripped your heart. The more you looked at Kar'dokh, the more you noticed how decorated he was. Kar'dokh was covered with plenty of bones and scars. From your knowledge, he must be a well decorated hunter or possibly an elder… or a clan leader. That had your heart dropping to the floor, at his feet. You whimpered quietly and closed your eyes, trying not to faint again.

“Answer me!”

Your whole body jerked from him but he brought you back to his space. “I don’t know! I don’t know! I promise. I woke up in the middle of the jungle. I-I walked around and found this place. I don’t know how I got here. Honestly!” you had to plead to him. Hopefully, he’d see the honesty in your eyes, hear it in your voice. You cracked open an eye to read his face.

The gears in his brain were spinning. Kar'dokh growled then let go of your chin. With a yelp, you fell back and nearly fell off the cot if it wasn’t for him grabbing the collar of your shirt. He hauled you back up into a sitting position. Far too close. You could see the speckles in his eyes. Beautiful but deadly. This creature could easily hurt and kill you with a fraction of his strength. The only reason you are alive currently was you weren’t a threat nor an honorable kill. Those… others wanted to kill you with little remorse or pause. Was that honor rule not true? If that was the case, you were a walking corpse. Soon to be a skull on the wall. Nothing more than a trophy.

Kar'dokh eases off of your shirt until he knew you won’t fall backwards again. “Thanks,” you murmured and drifted your face down towards the cot again. Your hands were folded in your lap, nervously playing with each other. “I’m being honest. I promise. I don’t know how I got here. I don’t even know where I am. This isn’t earth, is it?” You gazed back up at him, eyes large and wide.

The two of you entered a short staring contest until he sighed and took a step back. “I believe you, ooman. I don’t smell another on you.” The brown Yautja leaned forward and sniffed you for a moment. “You do smell… strange.” Was that a good or bad thing? He stood back up and stared down at you from over his mandibles. “Do answer me this: how do you know that we can’t harm you?” Your breath got caught in your throat. Was it wise to release such information to him? Would he think you as insane?

But, the only way was to get through all of this is to be honest. From there, it would be up to Kar'dokh if you are to live. Putting your life in someone’s hands.

“Okay… you might not believe me though.” From there, you went into explaining what your world is like. Going deeply into about how Yautjas are a fake species, made up. All of them a fantasy that someone made up… until now. Kar'dokh took all of it. His stern face a wall of impassible features. Not even his eyes gave away a single emotion. By the end, you finally stopped and watched him closely.

During your whole talk, he had grabbed a chair. Kar'dokh stood up and uncrossed his arms. “All you’ve said is… unrealistic, though you arriving on Yautja Prime is also next to unrealistic. Oomans aren’t allowed on Yautja Prime but… you are  a special case now. If what you say is true then you must be kept alive.” That made a cold drop drip down your spine. What could that mean?

From that day, you were under lock and key by Kar'dokh or in a medical-like room. They would run tests on you yet they couldn’t come up with anything logical for your situation. In the meantime, you got to learn more than ever about them. Probably the first and only humans to step foot on Yautja Prime. Alive. It took time to get Kar'dokh to open up but your excitement about learning their culture and language inevitably softened him up enough. That’s when you learned more about him. Plenty for a well decorated warrior and clan leader to talk about.

Two years after you first dropped down onto their planet, the scientists were still scratching their heads. They haven’t figured out how you’ve made it here. They were able to find out you weren’t from their universe. Something about your cells were different. That’s as far as they’ve gotten about your situation.

On a different hand, you’ve gotten further with Kar'dokh to the point he allows you free roam of his home and the clan he leads. There was a strict no harming or killing on you. He had his name and symbol burned into your skin to ensure everyone knew you were off limits. Everyone kept a wide berth when it came to you. Rarely did anyone talk or looked at you. Something you used to your advantage. For the most part. Until you wanted to learn about their culture more.

Back in the comfort of Kar'dokh’s home, you were studying the language. A soft, thin, knitted blanket laid over your legs while you were curled on the couch in the living room. The language… was different. But Kar'dokh was more than helpful when it came to speaking and writing. Listening, that’s a whole different story. That’s all on you. Your brain is completely scrambled trying to understand the different clicks and trills they make.

With a groan, you flopped back against the back of the couch and tilted your head back, eyes closed. A familiar presences hovered over you, blocking out the light. You cracked open an eye then softly smiled at him with no teeth showing. “Hello, Kar'dokh. Come here to gloat about my struggles?” you teased him.

The brown Yautja placed his hands on the top of the couch and leaned over you. His long, dark tresses curtained around his head. “What are you struggling with?” he asked you, features soft and calm. You continued to gaze up at him. “I told you I’m here to help you.” He has changed since the first day you met him. You’ve cracked past his hard exterior to see how soft and kind he could be. You sat up and brought up the sheet of paper you were on. Kar'dokh grabbed it and looked at it closely.

Kar'dokh snorted then used a sharp nail to flick off the translator right behind your ear. Then, he began to speak in Yautja. “What it is saying is…” he spoke the word but it didn’t register in your brain. The confusion etched in your features stated you didn’t understand it. At all. Kar'dokh repeat it a few times. “Now, you try it.” The course of two years has greatly improved your Yautja speech and understanding. There are moment when you struggle… but Kar'dokh is there to catch you before you fall.

At first, the word choppily fell from your lips. Kar'dokh was patient in helping you get the word. The different facial structures definitely made it all the harder. Yet, Kar'dokh was patient with you the entire time. Even if it took all day for you to finally get it.

Once you finally got it, Kar'dokh purred and grinned at you. He combed his fingers carefully through your hair. “You did so well. I’m proud of you,” he praised to you.

In the pit of your stomach, butterflies erupted to life. Your eyes softly shut as you enjoyed the comfort his presence and touch offered. “Thanks. I couldn’t have done it without you,” you muttered softly in Yautja. The words were starting to fall from your lips with ease. His nails raked across your scalp. You sunk further into the couch with a deep groan.

A chuckle comes from the brown Yautja. You feel his presence grow closer, his heat washing over you like a blanket of comfort. One of your eyes barely cracks open to see his bright yellow one staring directly at you. You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

Without thinking, you leaned up and pecked him on one of his mandibles.

The whole world froze. Your heart dropped to your stomach. Internally, you were cursing at yourself. You flinched and tried to slip off the couch to put some distance between the two of you. When a hand snatched the back of you neck, lifted you over the couch, and dropped you right in front of Kar'dokh. Your shoulders scrunched up, eyes not daring to look him in the eye.

Rough finger pads gripped your chin and forced you to look directly at him. A lump began to grow in your throat the longer you stared at him.

“I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just-I don’t know. It just happened. I do have feelings. I don’t know if you did. And I probably just ruined what friendship we had. Now you’ll probably hate me. Please, don’t. I don’t know what I wo-“ a tongue was shoved into your mouth and promptly shut you up. Your eyes fluttered shut.

An arm snaked around your waist and tugged you close to a feverish body. Your own arms wrapped around a sturdy neck. Kar'dokh guided you towards the nearest wall and trapped you between him and it. You are forced to pull back and pant for breath. The back of your head resting against the wall.

“That’s one way to make me shut up,” you teased him and leaned up on your tippy toes to place a kiss to his lower mandible. “I’m not complaining though.” Kar'dokh growled lowly in the back of his throat and dove back into another kiss. You immediately responded in haste, hands roaming over his shoulders and felt up his powerful body.

As your hands dipped lower, Kar'dokh pressed himself harder against you. One of his legs pressed between your legs and forced them open. You gasped into the kiss but he doesn’t let you pull away this time. A rough textured hand palms at your hip for a moment before dipping under the hem of your shirt. The difference in temperature has your hair standing on edge. He continues to grope at your newly exposed skin.

For a moment, he moves back a fraction to give you a moment to take a breath. His large, brown forehead was pressed to your own. Piercing yellow eyes stare directly into yours. The hand under your shirts drifts up and skims under the swell of your unbound breasts. You gasped and arched your back, pressing yourself more into his touch. His eyes flared with fire, mandibles twitching wider.

There’s a long second passed before he rips your shirt off of your body and frees your torso. Kar'dokh’s gaze was immediately admiring the new skin he exposes. Both of his hands palm at the supple, soft skin of your breasts. Large thumbs toys over your nipples and draws them into peaks. You whined and curled your hands into fists. One snagging a dark tress of his. He purred deeply and pressed his mouth to yours again in a fierce fight for the top. Kar'dokh easily overtakes you.

You tugged on his tress. His dark nails dig into your ribcage then he pinched and twisted one of your nipples. A gasp tore at your throat and forced you to pull away from him. Your hips rutted down on the thigh between them.

“Kar, no more teasing. Please, I can’t take it anymore,” you begged him, breathless. His irises darkened.

With the open invitation, Kar'dokh simply rips off your pants and under in one move. A yelp escapes from your throat but he ignores it. The brown Yautja bumps his knee further up and grinds against your exposed slit. Heat flushed to your cheeks at the feeling of a dripping mess making its way to his thigh.

Drool drips down his jaw. Kar'dokh grips your hips and easily lifts you off of the ground, keeping you pinned to the wall. Instinctively, your legs attempted to wrap around his waist but he was larger than you. He uses his hips to hold you up as he undoes his loincloth and tosses it to the side. Your gaze is drawn downwards.

Hot and heavy. Kar'dokh’s alien cock is nestled between your thighs, resting on your stomach. The tip reaches your belly button easily. Oh shit. You felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight.

One last look in your eyes, he draws his hips back. The tapered, neon green tip was pressed to your entrance. Then, with a swift thrust, he lodges himself as deep as possible, only able to get about halfway in. Your back arches off of the wall as a wail falls from your lips. The sheer size of him makes it hard for your walls to even clench around him.

Kar'dokh uses a hand to ensnare your throat and forced you to look at him. “I know you can take more.” Another draw and thrust of his hips makes the rest of him fit snuggly inside of you. The feeling of him overwhelmed you. It felt like he was touching every nerve inside of you. Maybe he was.

A deep groan falls from his alien mouth. His eyes fluttering, on the verge of shutting at the exquisite feeling of you wrapped snuggly around him. “That’s it. I knew you could take it, little one. Mm, you’re so tight,” he muttered under his breath. Kar'dokh refocused on the task on hand.

The pace at first was sloppy, unsteady until he found the perfect beat. Loud slaps echoing throughout the living room. Your hand was still wrapped around his tress firmly, using it as a lifeline. Your jaw dropped as each thrust forced the air out of your lungs.

“Yes, yes. Perfect. Been wanting to do this-ugh, for so long. Make you my mate. Gonne breed you. Have my pups,” he rambled amidst the brutal fucking he provided. His claw dug into your hips and held you in place.

You couldn’t the snort that left you as you tried to stay sane. “T-that’s n-ah, no possible, Kar.” From what you know of, it shouldn’t be. No matter how potent their seed is. Or the fact the tip of his shaft was slamming against you cervix with each rut into you.

Black nails dug deeper into your flesh, threatening to break the barrier. “Doesn’t matter. Our technology will fix that,” he growled back and doubled his efforts. Your reply was cut off with a high pitched whine. The brutalness was wrecking to your smaller frame. There wasn’t a chance you would be able to walk tomorrow.

He leaned further into your space and buried his face into the crook of your neck. His long, pink tongue slithered over your salty flesh, tasting you. Blood pool around the nails that finally pierced the flesh of your hips.

“You’re mine. My mate!” Your pants grew whiny. You had no choice but to hold on as the first wave of your orgasm started to wash over you. Your eyes crossed as the pleasure became overwhelming.

Fangs bite down into the crook of your neck, scaring as his mate. With a deep, resonating snarl, Kar'dokh hips go flush with yours. You mewled at the feeling of his throbbing cock taking up every available space inside of you then some more. Spurts of cum began to fill your insides.

None of it was able to spill out and be of waste. Something was lodged just shy of your entrance, plugging you up. You squirmed in his hold and tried to figure it out what it was. Then, the light bulb went off.

A knot. Kar'dokh had knotted you. The thought sent a shiver down your spine. He really was doing everything he can to make you pregnant. He unlatched his teeth from your shoulder and licked at the dribbling blood.

At first, you smiled. That turned into a smirk and soon enough, you were laughing softly, soaking in the dopamine in your system. Kar'dokh’s licking stopped. The brown Yautja pulls away to look you in the eye, confused on your laughter.

“I don’t know how this will work. You won’t be able to get me pregnant,” you explained to him again, trying to get the point across. “Why do you even like me? I’m a human.”

One hand detaches the claws in your hip to grip at your chin. “It’s because I am attracted to you. Ooman or not, you are attractable both physically and mentally.” Oh… that’s really sweet of him. Your cheeks flushed with heat again. You couldn’t even duck your head off to the side.

“Then, you need to raise your standards, Kar. Or you just need to get out more often.” Kar'dokh responded with a snort and returned to nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He doesn’t entertain your words. Instead, he holds you in his arms, waiting for his knot to deflate.

So he could do it all over again.

Sure enough, a human can get pregnant by a Yautja.

[deadghosy]

How they react to you throwing up:

(Wrote this cause I also thrown up 🥲)

LUCIFER

Panicking.

Straight up panicking as he holds your hair back or just pats your back.

If you are crying after throwing up and are weak. He literally rushes to make you soup and maybe even a customize duck blanket he made for you for Christmas.

If you tried to get out of bed, he’s pushing you back in bed gently with a stern look.

He’s not letting you lift a finger at all

He stays while you sleep having a trash can by you just in case you thrown up.

CHARLIE

She’s freaking worried and kinda scared you have something serious until you tell her it might just be a sickness or bug.6

She pulls your hair back patting your back.

If you are too tired to get up she lifts you up with ease as you sniffle after throwing up. She lays you down getting razzle and dazzle to keep you company as she fixes you noodle soup to be better. She even gets you a water bottle.

She doesn’t like seeing you sick so she hope you get better.

She stays to make sure you need anything else before she leaves. She would check your temperature every 30 minutes just to make sure.

VAGGIE

She’s concerned but not worried sick as this is normal. She knows what to do for you.

Stays beside you as you throw up as she goes your hair back. She has a water bottle ready in hand just incase you need it.

She thinks it’s a bug since you haven’t been feeling yourself which worried her.

She has Charlie give you crackers and soup so you can eat something if you feel better at least.

She knows what to do as she have been sick herself at times. Of course she is staying by your side while you sleep or eat your soup weakly. She can’t just leave your side without knowing you aren’t getting better.

ANGEL DUST

“Are you pregnant?”

That’s what the fucker would asked to lighten the mood, but you glared at him with a sick expression not liking the joke.

He thinks maybe it’s because you drank too much, but really he doubts it since you drank hard before and never thrown up like this.

He then stopped joking as he helps clean you up while making you a bath to relax in as your body was obviously weak with shaking legs like a scared doe.

He has Charlie to help him learn how to make a soup to settle your stomach.

HUSK

“Fuck is wrong with you?”

This grumpy kitty is calm as he drinks while watching you throw up. He grumbles leaving the bathroom as you finish throwing up.

Shit you thought he left you like a bitch but nah he came back with a water bottle grumbling at how could you even get yourself this sick.

He might as well throw a towel for you to clean up your face as he’s not getting too close at first.

He lets you only this time cuddle him for comfort as he purrs with a blank face. He stares at your red face from your fever as he scoffs holding you close grabbing the thermometer for you.

ALASTOR

“Ah darling. This won’t do at all. Not at all.”

He smiles taking you to bed as he grabs the thermometer as his shadow try to fix you up and get you comfortable in bed.

You accidentally thrown up on him and you were so embarrassed by that as you covered your face expecting him to be mad as he only chuckled

“DONT worry darling! It’s only a stain.” He says taking off his jacket.

He understands you can’t control it so he helps you get better. He can’t leave a ‘dear’ friend in needing of help.

SIR PENTIOUS

“Holy fucking shit! Are you okay [Name]??”

Pentious is worried and is extremely scared at what is happening to you.

Charlie has to calm him down saying it’s probably a stomach bug. So he calms down and listens to Charlie for how to take care of you.

He gets his egg boiz to check up on you as they surround you with a worried expression

“Boss are they dying?…please don’t die boss’s friend!” Frank yells hugging your leg as you groan by the toilet.

The sweet egg boi really wanted you to feel better as Pentious grabs the soup for you and water with a side of crackers.

He definitely gets the alphabet soup as he smiles at you happily

[kaciebello]

No need for mail

Masterlist Badger express ★ Lorenzo Berkshire x Hufflepuff! reader (fem) Summary: While doing a school project, Lorenzo tries his luck. With the help of the wind and the sun, he falls harder and harder.  Warnings: no use of y/n,  Authors note: Haiya! This is a sequel series to the whole delivery one. This one is gonna focus on the boys separately! hope you enjoy it! English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ) And just so you know, it always has been him. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ( and yes I know he's a slut, not here tho, maybe next time.) word count: 1.1k Song: Married In Vegas - The Vamps

Light breeze messes with his hair. He does not care as much as his attention is on the mooncalf nest that rests below the cliff. The girl next to him is doing the same. Her hair is held together in a braid with a yellow ribbon wrapped into it. They are both lying down at the edge of the cliff, one wrong move and they would be rolling down. He turns his face to her.

“Why are we doing this?” He whispers, yes whispered as he has already been scolded once for speaking at his normal volume. Apparently, it would scare the weird animal away and that is not what they want.

“It's a school project, I told you that.” She says, her gaze not moving away from the big-eyed cows.

“I don't think Hagrid would care if we pulled everything out of a book.” He argues back but knows there is no way out of this. He's finally being let in on a Hufflepuff sacred. No wonder they always get the best marks in ‘care for magical beasts’. They simply just vibe with them. The girl just shook her head at him.

The girl scooted a little bit more over the edge. Lorenzo's hand flew over to her and grabbed the back of her shirt. For a witch, she does not have even an ounce of self-preservation in her body.  A small rock fell from their shuffling and landed near the nest. Scaring all the mooncalf, making them run and hide.

“look what you did!” the girl says and, with the help of Lorenzo, sits up.

“Me? I'm not the one trying to throw myself off the cliff!” he says, now too, sitting.

The girl scoffs and gets up to make her way over to the blanket where they set their stuff. He makes his way to her and sits down right next to her. Their knees touching. They both pulled out their notebook, he wrote down his observations and she finished her sketch of the animal.

Silence falls upon them as they both do their own thing. Lorenzo's eyes shift to see her sketch, only to see a familiar face. He does not know if he should call her out or not. But since he considered himself her best friend, a fact she constantly denies, he decided to do the first option.

“AYO, is that me!” Startled, the girl closes the notebook so fast it makes a thud so loud that he's certain the mooncalf all hid again. He tried to take the notebook from her, but she threw it on the other side of the blanket. She restraints one of his hands and the other one lands by her back.

When Lorenzo noticed how close they were, a smile crept on his face.  She noticed too, as his legs curled a little. She turns her body to face him more and places her other hand near his, probably so she can quickly grab it if he tries something.

He noticed her eyes were scanning his face. A breeze messes with his hair again. The girl blinks and lets his arm go, going to fix it for him. He places his, now free, arm on her thighs, squeezing them to make sure his arm lands where he wants it to without actually looking.

The two friends stay silent. Not an awkward one, but a comfortable one they always seem to find themself when they are together. 

“You're so pretty, I wish I could get you pregnant.” She breaks the silence. Lorenco can do nothing but chuckle. He buried his face in the crook of her neck. His arms now sneaking around her waist. Pulling her closer to his body.

“Ditto” He murmurs. He can feel her shake with laughter. She was now playing with his hair, something he could let her do all day if he could.  That's why he peels himself off of her. She just looked at him confused. Lorenzo just shakes his head and moves a little, before ploping his head down on her lap. He makes sure to grab her arms and slam it on his head for good measure.

She looks at him with a shocked expression before sighing. Nonetheless, she does what he wishes for and plays with his hair. He flashes her a smile full of pearly whites. 

“You're annoying.” She says looking down at him. he pokes her side making her squirm a bit.

“But you still love me.” he sings back to her. She does not answer to him. They fall into silence again. The girl is not looking at him. Something in the distance caught her attention. He did not mind, as if she were to look down on him, she would see a fool in love.

A sun framed her head and made it look like a halo. He was smitten.

“So you know how you just wanna be friends?” He says making her give him attention. Looking down at him her arm came to a stop.

“Yeah?”

“That's cool and all, but I'm like in love with you.” 

“Same” The girl just breaths out. Lorenzo did not expect her to say that. In a second he has decided he is not letting her change her mind.

He shoots up and cages her with one of his arms while the other one goes to her neck and pulls her closer. He does not give her a chance to register what is going on.

Their lips met, softly than someone would expect with how fast Lorenzo was with his moves. She took a few seconds before kissing him back, her arms cradling his face.

The kiss was sweet and slow, a fairytale-like.

Soon they ran out of breath, the girl gently pushing Lorenzo away as he tried to chase her into another kiss. Still, with closed eyes, he lends his forehead to hers.

“That was-” A low whistle cuts him off. Cursing under his breath, Lorenzo opened his eyes and straightened out. there stood four of his friends. A whine leaves him.

“AYO I DID NOT KNOW YOU HAVE A GAME LIKE THAT.” Draco makes sure that he can be heard all the way back to Hogwarts. Multiple praises and hollers sound on the little cliff they found themself on.

All the boys make their way to Lorenzo, lifting him up and repeatedly tossing him in the air. All he could do was catch a glimpse of the girl with a yellow ribbon in her hair laughing. Not even noticing the love note falling out of his pocket and getting lost in the wind.

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[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Silliness IV

Jerk Ford's behaviour was way worse while he was in the multiverse because while he was in his own dimension, Stan was there to keep him from going too far, and to mediate his interactions with other people when it came to important business.

Once he fell through the portal? Completely unrestrained.

Here's a small list of some of things he's done across the multiverse:

Un-sunk the mythical City of Atlantis to get back at a 'sh*tty tourist company'

Lifetime ban from all Space Waffle House locations across time and space for inciting a riot because a waitress kept calling him 'honey'.

Had someone legally assigned to permanent Cosmic Jury Duty.

Sowing the seeds of an extremely invasive and fast-growing varient of cucumber all over a large city in the Cat Dimension.

Not giving his two weeks notice at Space Hooters.

Infecting a galaxy-encompassing digital records archive with a virus that changed every third noun with the word 'dick'.

Invading a weed farm on a parallel Earth and replacing the 'mother plant' that all of the other weed plants were cloned from with a strain of marijuanna thats identical in every way, except it produces no THC.

Impersonated one of the Bounty Hunter versions of Ford so he could fake his own death, collect the bounty for himself from the Ford Hate Club, crash the party they threw to celebrate, and then slip away right as the real Bounty Hunter Ford showed up to report that he'd failed to capture Jerk Ford.

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Remember how in a reverse portal what-if Jerk Ford told Fiddleford he would blow up the planet if he didn't help him rebuild the portal? And Fiddleford called his bluff?

Imagine you're Bill Cipher, and an oddly calm Stanford Pines tells you that in three days, he's going to blow up the Nightmare Realm with you in it.

So you laugh, because he's bluffing.

Two days later, it turns out he wasn't bluffing about blowing up the Nightmare Realm with you in it.

He was bluffing about giving you a third day, because he's a jerk like that.

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Boss Music? This guy isn't much of a fighter, he isn't a boss fight. It isn't hard to finish a fight with him because he's impossible to beat in a hand-to-hand fight - he isn't very strong compared to most versions of Ford Pines- it's hard to finish a fight with him because he's slippery. He's just going to escape and run if he doesn't think he can win.

If I were to give him a theme song or something, it'd probably be Dangerous by Jorge Rivera-Herrans. Mostly because of the "I have to get home" sentiment.

You have to ignore the fact that he didn't actually get himself home, just like canon Ford his brother had to fix the portal to bring him back.

Bro was at least trying to get back home.

Here's a Jerk Ford Playlist by @tearosepedall:

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Actually, the reverse portal scenario doesn't go quite the way you think it does.

Jerk Ford has to pretend to be Stanley. A school teacher. A resident of society that Gravity Falls actually loves. When he's been an active menace to society his whole life.

Stanley gets shoved into an unforgiving multiverse full of monsters, demons, aliens, and versions of his brother who project their resentment and anger towards their actual twin onto him instead as a proxy.

And they both ask themselves: "What would my brother do in this situation?"

Anyways, this is what happens with Stanley:

And this is what happens with Jerk Ford:

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Fun fact: Jerk Ford is the reason there's no gnome queen.

While he was studying the gnomes during his researcher years in Gravity Falls, he discovered that the Gnomes only had one female, who was their queen by default.

Anyways he talks to her about how her greatest ambition in life shouldn't be having a hundred husbands and being barefoot and pregnant forever. No, her greatest ambition in life should be being one of the greatest hat models the world has ever known.

Anyways now she lives in New York, she may or may not also be a drug lord in the pixie dust cartel.

Soos, Mabel, and Dipper tried asking the mail box questions once.

It sent them a really long, angry, rambling letter starting with "What the f*ck did you just f*cking say about me, you little b*tch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals,"

Later on Dipper asked Ford about it, and he reveals that he traumatized the entity on the other side of the mailbox by sending it the question "is your refrigerator running?" every day for almost six years straight.

[thetriumphantpanda]

sharing is caring | joel & tommy miller

Summary | If there was one thing no-one really prepared you for when you got pregnant, it was the increase in your sex drive. Six months in and you're more frustrated than ever that something just isn't scratching the itch. You know exactly how to fix it, turns out Tommy does too - if only you'd asked about this three months ago.

Warnings | Pregnancy sex, descriptions of a pregnant body, oral sex (f receiving), masterbation (m), Unprotected PiV sex (Even if you're pregnant, STDs exist folks), creampie, Tommy getting cucked because he loves it more than anything, Joel just being.... Joel.

Word Count | 2.9k

Authors Note | You didn't think Joel was just going to disappear did you? Of course he wasn't. I know that pregnancy sex and this whole trope isn't for everyone, but I hope that I've managed to do it in a way that is still sexy and hot and has you all still loving our little threesome! Big disclaimer that I've never been pregnant, so the accuracy of this might be.... off, please forgive me. We've got one more part after this and I still cannot believe how many of you are still here for this little story. I appreciate all the love you've given me on this so far and I just hope you love the way this ends (When I share it with you), as much as I do! As always, if you liked this, please consider reblogging, leaving a comment or popping into my ask with some love. If you'd like to support me by leaving a tip, you can do so here on my Ko-Fi (But as I always say, no pressure!)

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“Fuck, Tommy, holy shit.” 

Your head is thrown back on the pillow as your hips rock to meet his, your hand working hard to try and bring yourself as close to the edge as Tommy is right now. It’s been six months of a sex drive that’s been through the roof and six months of nothing working to satisfy that. Tommy had always been diligent lover, right from the very beginning, you’d always been satisfied, but there was something that just wasn’t working, and it had all begun when your stomach had started to swell. 

It had nothing to do with hating your body – if anything, seeing what it was doing, carrying a creating an entire other human, made you love it even more – you could spend hours running your hands over the swell of your stomach, even when your child would kick or move about and your skin would contort in ways you didn’t know possible, all you could do was watch in awe. No, it had nothing to do with that, and everything to do with the fact you were craving something, someone, you probably shouldn’t. 

In the past month, though it killed you to admit it, you’d started faking your orgasms. Something you’d never had to do in your time with Tommy, but that was probably easier than coming clean about the fact that you wanted Joel. No. You needed him. The combination of these two men, in your mind, was the only thing you could think that would help – the eyes of your love on you as his brother fucked you into another dimension. But how the fuck do you even ask for that?

When all is said and done that evening, and Tommy is softly snoring behind you with his hands resting on your belly, you run through every possible way that you might ask him if he’ll let Joel join you again. It had been incredibly normal between the three of you – you’d fallen back into the relationships you’d had before this whole thing started – Joel seemingly nothing but the loving brother-in-law he’d always been, and two brothers who certainly hadn’t been sharing you between themselves. It was a relief, that you could all go back to your old roles, but you knew Joel wanted more. Every time you’d see him, you’d watch his eyes on your swelling stomach, eyes that would darken when they met your own, with nothing but wanting for you. You knew he would do anything for you, you just had to ask. 

“Can I ask you something?” You pluck up the courage one evening when Tommy is massaging your ankles to try and get the swelling to subside. 

“Course you can.” He comments, his eyes never leaving the sports coverage on the TV in front of him. 

“Promise you won’t get mad?” You’re biting at the corner of one of your nails, worried that you might just be about to ruin everything good you’ve ever had. 

You watch, puzzled, as a smirk appears on Tommy’s face, his hands still working to relieve the aches at your ankles, “What the hell are you smirking for?” You ask. 

“Just think I know what you’re gonna ask for, is all.” 

“Go on then, smartass,” You offer, “What am I going to ask for?” 

“You want Joel, right?” 

What the fuck? How the fuck did he know? Your shock and surprise that he knew exactly what was on your mind must show on your face because he’s chuckling. 

“You’re not mad?” You ask. 

“No sugar, I am not mad,” He smiles, “He did a big thing for us,” He pauses to put a hand on your belly, “I’d be dumb as rocks to think that after all this there wasn’t some kind of connection between you both and that’s okay,” He leans over and presses a soft kiss to your lips, “I know you love me, but if you need him to help then all you had to do was ask.” 

"I just feel guilty," You admit, "That we're doing this together," You rest a hand on your tummy where a foot has just kicked, "And I can't stop thinking about how good it feels when you're both there."

"You don't have to feel guilty," He reassures, "He's as much involved as you or I sugar, and it's okay to ask for what you want, I promise."

“I still want you to be there,” You speak softly, taking hold of his hand, “And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, sweetheart,” He smiles, and you can tell it’s genuine, “Leave it with me and I’ll make sure you get what you want.” 

It doesn’t take long for Tommy to make good on his promise. Within the week, you’re led on your bed, trying to relieve the ache in your back for a little bit, when that familiar of knocks at the door rings through the house. You stay horizontal for a while, mind thinking back to all the times you’d done this before. This time you know it has nothing to do with being a means to an end, and everything about you being able to enjoy yourself, and that’s thrilling more than anything else. 

You push yourself up on your hands, leaning back on them slightly, when you can hear Tommy and Joel coming up the stairs. You’re dressed in your usual silk robe. The burgeoning bump in front of you means even if you tie it, it doesn’t fit properly anymore, so you’ve got the most unsexy pair of underwear on, the only stuff that fits right now, but when Joel makes his way through your bedroom door, left open this time, it doesn’t matter, he’s looking at you like you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen. 

Tommy is behind him, walking over to take his place on the chair in the corner, leaving you and Joel to have a moment to yourself, for now. Joel leans down and presses his usual chaste kiss to your cheek, pulling back to look down at you, looming over you as he traces your bottom lip with his thumb, just like he had the first night you’d been together. 

“You frustrated, darlin’ girl?” He asks, letting a smirk fall across his lips, “Thought you didn’t need me anymore, didn’t you?” You vehemently shake your head, no, you knew you needed him, and if you’d known Tommy would let you, you’d have asked months ago, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I think together we can make you feel good.” He tilts his head to Tommy, sat behind you, but for once, your eyes are only on Joel. 

You reach your own hand up to cup his face, letting your fingers trace along the rough hair on his jaw, you want to tell him you’ve missed him, because you have, but instead you just settle for trying to finally get what you want. 

“You gonna spend all night looking at me?” You ask coyly, “Or are you going to eat my pussy?” 

“You drive a hard bargain.” He smirks, dropping to his knees, pulling at your ankles so you’re siting over the end of the bed, his hands coming to undo the tie of your robe, slipping it off to reveal your naked upper half to him. 

“Look what we did, pretty girl,” Joel whispers, big palms running over the swell of your stomach, “Look what we made together.” 

You’re overcome with emotion, tears pricking at your eyes, as his gentle hands trace the bump, mouth trailing just behind his hands as he worships his work, worships what he’s made you. As his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down, you feel the bed dip behind you. Tommy settles himself against your back, letting his legs rest on either side of your own, his lips starting to trail down your neck and across your shoulder as Joel spreads your legs. 

You can feel the breath from Joel’s mouth across the skin of your pussy, your hips bucking to try and meet his mouth. He brings your legs to rest over his broad shoulders, widening your spread legs before his mouth is on you. He’s doing what he always does, using his tongue to lap up at your slick hole first, and he’s groaning whilst he does it. He hasn’t had the taste of you on his mouth for six months, and even he’s surprised with how much he’s missed it. You lean yourself fully back into Tommy’s chest, as his hands come to cup the weight of your tits. They’re sensitive and sore, and he knows to be gentle, but he’s running his thumbs over your peaked nipples just enough that the pleasure outweighs the slight pain you feel. 

It's all inconsequential anyway once Joel trails his tongue up through your folds and over your clit. It’s like the trail of his tongue sets you on fire, lighting every single part of you alight as he touches you. You’re squirming against the pleasure of Tommy’s fingers at your chest, so much so that Joel has to grip the meat of your thighs to keep you steady as he trails the tip of his tongue over your clit in slow, languid movements, working you up slowly this time. 

With Tommy’s lips at your neck and his hands on your tits, and the slow but firm work of Joel’s tongue on your clit, you’re reaching your peak before you really know it’s happening. You can feel your thighs begin to shake and the way you’re grinding yourself into Joel’s face to chase the feeling of his mouth, you know you’re not going to last much longer. You reach down and run your fingers through his hair, anchoring his face to your aching cunt. 

“You gonna come for us baby?” Tommy breathes into your ear, “Go on, let go for us, I know you’ve been waiting.” 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” You breathe out with every breath you exhale, “I’m- oh my god-”

It hits you like a fucking freight train. Six months of pent-up tension released all at once as you actually scream Joel’s name out into the room. You can feel Tommy’s erection behind you, pressing into your lower back as you arch up into Joel’s mouth, his tongue working you through the aftershocks. 

He pulls his face away from your pussy, rubbing the slick onto your thigh as he presses soft kisses to the delicate skin there whilst you try and fill your lungs with air, trying not to cry at the relief you finally feel after all this time. 

“Wasn’t so hard, was it, pretty girl?” He speaks from between your thighs, finally pulling back enough that you can see those big, brown eyes, “Just needed a little extra help, didn’t you?” You’re too blissed out to care much right now at his teasing tone because he’s right. You did just need a little extra help. 

“You want him to fuck you, sugar?” Tommy asks into your ear. 

Joel stands, hands poised at his shirt buttons, waiting for your permission. You look him straight in the eye, legs spread, your wet cunt on full display for him, “I’d be disappointed if he didn’t.” 

Joel is slipping of his shirt in seconds, belt and jeans soon following. You can already see the bulge in the front of his underwear as Tommy moves from behind you. You move to grip his arm to get him to stay. 

“I’ll be right over here,” He soothes, pointing to the chair, “Just enjoy yourself, okay?” 

You turn your attention back to Joel, who is palming his cock through the thin material of his boxers, watching you as you shuffle back onto the bed. 

“What works for you, pretty girl?” He asks, letting his underwear drop to the floor as he crawls onto the mattress with you, “What makes you feel good?” 

He looms over you, settled between your thighs as he kisses at your neck. He wants you to be comfortable. He knows the positions you both favoured before are a dream now – there’s no way he would want to fold you in half, your legs on his shoulders, like he used to. You bring a hand to his chest, letting your fingers spread through the patchy hair that sits there. 

“Let me ride you?” You ask, almost shyly. 

“Whatever you want, babygirl.” 

Joel stretches out on the mattress and helps you to straddle his waist, holding your hands as you flounder a little to mount his body. He keeps you steady as you reach between the two of you to grab his cock, lining yourself up ready to sink down onto him. 

“I knew you’d be fuckin’ beautiful like this,” He groans as you slide down onto his cock, wet heat enveloping him as his hands rest on your stomach as you start grinding onto him, “Look at you,” He coos, “Puttin’ on a show for your man over there.” 

When you turn your head Tommy is exactly how he usually is, filthy grin plastered on his face, fisting his cock as he watches you take your pleasure from his brother. It makes you feel powerful as you rock your hips, feeling Joel’s cock work inside your pussy as he watches you. 

“It’s a fuckin’ great show too.” Tommy groans as he works himself in his hand. 

You bring your attention back to Joel, palms placed on his chest as you start fucking yourself on him. His hands are on your hips, but instead of the bruising grip they used to hold you in, now he’s softer, gentler with you as he guides your hips in movements that have you both moaning each other’s names. 

“Feels so good Joel,” You choke out, leaning as far forward as you can with your pregnant belly, trailing kisses along his jaw, “Missed this.” 

When you finally lean back, hands on Joel’s knee’s which he’s brought up to rest behind you, feet planted on the bed so he can finally start thrusting up into your aching cunt, you know it won’t be long until you’re seeing stars again. Joel brings his hand to your pussy, thumb rubbing tight circles across your clit. 

“Missed you too, pretty girl,” He groans, hips faltering as he thrusts up into you, he’s close too, “Missed feeling this pretty pussy clench around me when you’re gonna come for me.” 

“Don’t stop,” You breathe, “I’m so fucking close Joel.” 

He does exactly what you ask, keeps a steady rhythm of thrusts into your pussy, his hand working at your clit. You take a moment to look at Tommy, who gives you a wink as you watch him, eyes on him as he comes, covering his lower belly and his hand with his spend as he continues to watch you. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Joel growls, bringing your attention back down to him, “Come for me.” 

You can feel the walls of your tight heat fluttering around his cock as you start to come around him. You hold yourself up with your hands on his knees as your vision blurs and pleasure spools its way across your body. You’re crying out his name as you feel him still inside you, the warmth of his spend seeping into you as he groans your name. Filling you right to the brim like he’d always done before, gripping your hips to keep you in place as your walls continued to flutter around him through your aftershocks. 

Once he’s sure you’re both finished, Joel helps you to lie down on the bed, pulling you off him and settling you on your back. You can hear Tommy at the other side of the room, doing his jeans up before he’s padding out of the room and down the stairs. 

“Are you alright?” Joel asks, lips close to your ear as he lets himself take a moment alone with you, hand resting on your stomach as the baby inside you wriggles around. 

“I’m fine,” You sigh, turning to look at him, he’s so close, his hand warm and protective on your swollen belly, “Thank you.” 

“None of that, pretty girl,” He can see the tears forming in your eyes, he takes your chin in his fingers, tilting your face just enough to press the softest kiss to your lips, “No more tears.” 

You bring your hand to his face, pulling him back down for another kiss, soft and over far too quickly, pulling away just as Tommy starts back up the stairs. By the time he’s in the room with a glass of water and the tablets you were taking to keep your heartburn at bay, Joel is already pulling on his clothes. You’re standing up, aiming to pick your robe up from the floor, but Joel beats you to it – handing you the silk material before bending to pick up his shirt. 

When he’s dressed, it’s the same as always, you both press kisses to each other’s cheeks and say goodbye. Tommy walks him downstairs, and you can hear them talking a little as you head to the bathroom. If there’s one thing you weren’t risking, it was a UTI whilst pregnant. As you’re washing your hands you can hear the front door close, and the sound of Tommy’s footsteps back on the stairs. 

You meet him outside the bedroom door, shedding his clothes as you do the same. It takes you a while to find a position you’re comfortable enough in to consider sleeping – led on your back with Tommy’s hand firmly on your stomach as is had been since the very beginning, his head on the pillow next to yours. 

“Thank you,” You say into the darkness, “For trusting us.” 

Tommy takes a moment before he replies, “I know he makes you happy,” He kisses your cheek, “All I ever want is for you to be happy.” 

[pettyprocrastination]

As much as I love Ghost and the idea of him as a dad. the road to get there is a fucking long one. 

Your relationship with Simon is one that despite how long it’s been going on for- neither of you have put a name on it. You know he cares about you- it’s seen in the way he scolds you when you don’t lock the door or curses your shitty apartment while also fixing your air conditioning when it breaks down every summer. 

You’ve compared him to a stray cat. One you have to let come to you on it’s own, otherwise it will only flee. 

When he’s on leave he goes to you. When he isnt- you don’t know a single fucking thing about where he is, what he’s doing, or if he’ll even come back. 

When the time comes and you sit him down to tell him the truth, that your pregnant and you’re keeping the baby whether he wants to be involved in their life or not? 

He leaves. 

Some words are exchanged beforehand and an argument probably breaks out that leads to you calling him a myriad of names that may even culminate in saying he’d be a shitty father anyways (you don’t beleive it. He does) but he gets up and walks out of your life because in his mind that’s the kindest thing he can do for you and his child. 

He’s still a dead man with a target on his back and as long as he’s in the field, that will never change. Getting involved with you past the initial fling was already dangerous enough (something he would call himself selfish for pursuing) but now there’s a baby that will have your eyes and his nose and christ he can’t risk it. 

So he walks out of your life. 

Now once the initial shock and emotions wear off, it should be said he still watches over you of course. If Simon’s on leave he’ll check in on you, watch from the shadows as you carry groceries to your car wearing a hoodie of his that keeps your swollen belly warm as you outgrow your clothes. He’ll keep an eye on any new, over-eager neighbors or any potential bachelor your friends try to set you up with. 

Maybe you feel a shadow pass by your window at night or when you leave your check-up from the doctor but pass it off as your anxieties getting the best of you. 

It could easily be classified as stalking. It is stalking, but it’s the closest he can come to protecting you, in his own way of thinking. To support you from afar is to keep you out of the danger he puts people in simply by knowing him. Even if it means hurting you both in the process. 

Maybe something happens. You give birth or a missions turned sour and he needs to see you, touch you to know you're safe and well or maybe the thought of not being there to keep you safe at all times could lead to you and his baby’s death just like Tommy's becomes all too consuming until one night he shows up on your doorstep while there’s a baby hanging off your arm and hellfire brimming in your eyes. 

[tacitusk1llwhore]

Ok but Arthur Morgan as a girl dad. I’m a firm believer in any of my Arthur lives AUs that eventually he does have children, and when he does…they’re all girls. I feel like he would completely embody this song as a parent.

Anyway here are some HCs for girl dad Arthur.

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⋆˚✿˖°When he first found out his partner was pregnant he was obviously a nervous wreck, but also cautiously optimistic. This was his second chance and he intended to go all in. Then he found himself with a baby girl and he was stumped all over again. He never saw himself as a soft man, not a man to raise a little girl but the second he laid eyes on that little face he was besotted, and nothing could change that.

⋆˚✿˖° Puts his babies footprints, name and date of birth in his journal, sketches them constantly—I don’t make the rules.

⋆˚✿˖° Learns how to braid very quickly. Sure he could braid a horse’s mane or tail but being gentle for a tender headed squirming toddler?? That’s an entirely different beast. Many times did he have to listen to “ow!” A million times over as he worked only for the braid to come out a mess with pieces left out all over the place in his pursuit of being as gentle as he could be. Now he’s a pro and when he sees any of his little ones brushing their hair out of their eyes he’s quick to move over and get it fixed for them.

⋆˚✿˖°He’s a HUGE softie. He can’t bring himself to scold his girls, ever, even if they deserve it. He’s terrified of turning out like his father, an angry, violent man. He wants his girls to trust him, to see him as a source of comfort and stability, not a dictator or someone to fear. With his first he got frustrated after a fit that seemed to never end and gave her a swat on the bottom, he felt so guilty he cried that night and hasn’t laid a hand on any of his girls since, cycle breaking takes time, and usually comes with a few bumps.

⋆˚✿˖°HATES the “I bet you’re wishin’ for a boy!” Comments. He’s always quick to shut it down, especially if he’s with his daughters “Nah, reckon my girls are just fine…Ain’t wishin’ for nothin’.” He never wants his girls to feel less than, and is very adamant to them that he doesn’t need a son to be happy, he’s just happy to have them.

⋆˚✿˖°His daughters would 100% have unique, nature themed names, Aurora, Willow, Aspen, Lily—or on the flip side they’d be named after women in his life that had passed on at some point: Beatrice (after his mother), Bessie, Susan, even Eliza.

⋆˚✿˖°Is absolutely not above playing with his girls, though I feel like rough housing and wrestling is definitely on the table he’s attended more than a few tea parties in his time, as well as being locked out of rooms in his own house with the claim that it was “girls only.”

⋆˚✿˖°his journal is filled with not only milestones, and little stories but also toddler scribbles and drawings. Blobs of shape and color that they would affectionately say was a drawing of him or some animals around their farm. He’d always make sure to write what they said it was under the drawings for when they’re older.

Extra: Arthur is 100% the dad that throws his kids way too high in the air to give his partner a heart attack, when finally they say something his girls are so used to being rough and tumble they’re the one to negotiate one more time with their worried parent.

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This is probably bad but I think I might do more head canons both SFW like this and NSFW. Asks are open for requests! :)

[separatetheyolk]

The Timeline Of Coming Out | Carlos Sainz X Trans!Reader

ʚɞ featuring: Carlos Sainz

ʚɞ You come out as transgender to your boyfriend and navigate your transition together

ʚɞ This is part one

ʚɞ notes: this will probably be very long and in two parts. I'm deciding not to do bottom surgery in this because 1, im not educated enough (despite being a trans guy) and 2, its much less common then top surgery. This is going to be very heavy on the affects of being transgender, highs and lows. That includes lows of depression, considerations of self harm and suicidal ideation, transphobia, but also highs like transiton accomplishments.

ʚɞ It is impossible for me to put trigger warnings on everything in this so it is a heavy read at your own risk. If you are easily triggered whether dysphoria, mental health or both, I suggest skipping this one <3

READ THE NOTES

You had been an anxious mess all day waiting for Carlos to get back from his bike ride. You had intended to wait, find the perfect moment and then tell him. But you'd been sitting on the conclusion for three months now and that perfect moment never came. When would the perfect moment even be to tell the man who fell in love with you as a woman that you were actually a man?

You were sat on the sofa, leg bouncing. You'd checked Carlos' location about six times in the last five minutes. On the way home, only about ten minutes away, but those ten minutes were starting to feel like an hour. You had a strong feeling this could be it. The end of the relationship you had with him. Carlos strongly supported the LGBT community, you knew that. And you had a strange suspicion he wasnt as straight as it seemed. It was never brought up because it was never important. Never had the need to be brought up. But if you were in his shoes, dating what you were believed to be a cis woman who'd come out as trans, you had to wonder would he rather just take a cis guy?

You checked his location a further three times in the remaining four minutes and just as you'd went to check the location a fourth, he walked in as if on cue, carrying in a dirty bike and left it in the hallway to be cleaned after his shower. "Mi amor? I'm back!" his voice echoed around the house, rounding the corner and spotting the back of your head where you sat on the sofa. "There you are. I'm going to head for a shower. Cuddle afterwards?" He suggested as he walked up to you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressed a kiss to your head with a smile. He paused when he realised he didnt get a response, concern growing as he looked back down at you. "Baby?"

Your leg continued to bounce, picking at the skin around fake nails you'd worn in a desperate attempt to feel more feminine. Shut the side of you down that screamed it was all wrong. You were a guy. But it had been useless. You didnt realise how the pad of your thumb presed on the end of one of the nails until it snapped off. How poetic?

"Baby? Hey.. What is it? Somethings wrong, what is it?"

Now or never y/n. "Do.. You think the shower could wait? I need to speak to you about something." Get it over with now.. Before you chickened out again.

Without a second thought, Carlos made his way around to the front of the sofa. He drug the coffee table closer, sitting on it with your legs inbetween his own and took your hands after taking the helmate off. "Have I done something to upset you?" Oh those eyes.. Big brown doe eyes. Eyes that could get him out of any trouble when it came to you.

"No.. No its not." You sighed softly, pulling one hand from Carlos' and rubbed your face with it. "It's me.."

"Did you break something? My love I don't care about any of that, only if youre hurt-"

"No- Carlos I didn't break anything.." more like trying to fix? Build something? "I.. I've been feeling off the past few months-"

"You're pregnant?"

"No! God no! I mean. Not- not right now. Not yet at least. Maybe in the future but not right now just- please. Give me a minute to think." You'd had this whole thing planned out in your head. Exactly how you wanted to tell him down to every tiny detail. But now he was sat in front of you? You couldn't find that damn script. Burried under tidlewaves of anxiety. Swept away like debris in a tsunami.

You peeled off a piece of dry skin from your lip using your teeth, licked your lips, swallowed thickly and took a shaky but deep breath. "Something's not added up with me. Hasn't for a while but I think I figured out what it was a few months ago. Tried to ignore it, tried to change it but.. Thats not possible- Carlos I'm transgender." You decided to just rip it off when you'd realised you were beginning to ramble. Keeping your eyes fixed to the floor, scared to look up.

Trans? You hadn't shown any signs.. No. That was a lie. He'd walked past the bathroom plenty of times, door half open, checking yourself side on in the mirror. He'd thought it was some eating disorder at first.. Concern was there but your habits hadn't changed. There was no sneaking off to the bathroom, there was no visible guilt, there was no weight loss or gain. He hadn't wanted to bring it up without proof. Scared that if it was that, he'd scare you off and you'd made more of an effort to hide it. There had even been a few times where hed spotted you tie your hair in a bun and hide it with the hood of his hoodie before angrily taking it back down. Looking back, it just seemed like you couldnt get the bun to sit right. Now? It seemed like you were scolding yourself for even toying with the idea of masculinity. And checking yourself in the mirror? Checking your chest. God how could be be so stupid?

You could hear the clock ticking away seconds, once background noise now the only sound in the room. After you'd counted fifteen or so ticks, you looked to the man in front of you, still holding your hand but silent. Shocked. You, of course, began to take that as a bad reaction. "I.." you hung your head as you stood. "I'll go stay at a friends place. Pick up my stuff when I've gotten my own spot." You muttered.

That seemed to snap Carlos out of his thoughts.

"No- no baby wait." He jumped to his feet as you began to make your way upstairs to back a bag. Hand moving to grasp your own again. Not enough to hurt, but enough that it would take some force to get loose. Instictively, you snapped your head to face him, anxiety still at an alltime high. "It's fine- it doesn't change a thing with us." He paused. Well, it did. He had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend. Maybe not the best choice of words but he hoped it came across as intended.

"Just.. let me take a shower. Okay? You order your favourite, I'll get a shower, and we'll talk about it all over food." His eyes never left your face. "Just.. Don't leave. We can talk about all of this but I stiil want you. Whatever you look like."

You watched him for a moment, swallowing back tears. You let him finish his sentence, opening your mouth and closing it repeatedly at first. Unable to trust your own voice. But he waited. Of course he did. "You're sure you want.. Me?" you eventually spoke, barely above a whisper.

"Of course." Carlos responded without any hesitation. "I want you. Only you." He pulled you closer gently with your hand, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'd give you a hug.. But I stink of sweat." He chuckled softly. "Go get comfy in bed and order that food. I'll join you in fifteen."

Fifteen turned into thirty. Carlos stood against the counter as he waited for his shower to heat up. Scrolling reddit forums and informational blogs about what transgender was exactly. He knew the very basics. Someone who didn't align with their sex at birth. In your case, that would be female. That was simple enough. But the more detailed stuff he didnt quite understand. Scrolling through blogs about dysphoria, about how it can affect mental states, about things that could eleveate it. Discovering what a binder was, the different ways to take testosterone if that was something you ultimately wanted, top surgery, the different types and the costs, learnt what a deadname was, how to change names and gender markers, he even came across a reddit post about someone looking for masculine haircuts with photos of other peoples in the comments. He saved that tab in his web browser just incase you needed some ideas.

About forty minutes after you got into bed, Carlos came out with damp hair and in boxers. You, still in his hoodie and joggers you'd picked out in the morning. Although there was now an absense of fake nails. The TV was on, Brooklyn Nine-Nine playing, but you hadn't exactly been paying attention. Your eyes followed him as he made his way to your shared dresser, tugging out a random tank top from a half open drawer and pulled it on. Hugging his body tight. Note to self - don't ever wear that tank top

You then followed him as he pulled back the covers on his side of the bed, slipping under them and pulled them up to his hip. "C'mere my love.." he mumbled, holding an arm out for you to slip under. Reluctantly, you done just that. Despite his earlier reassurances, you still had this nagging thought that he'd leave. Realise what he was getting into, how much it would cost, how it would affect his reputation and he'd break off your relationship.

Carlos on the other hand, was set firm on his decision. It didnt change how he loved you. If you could love him, deal with the stress of his racing career that came with it, then he could love you and support you though the stress your transition was bound to hold on you. He didn't care how much it cost, there was no cost that was too expensive if it would make you happy, comfortable. He didn't care that there would be hard days, hard weeks, he'd support you though them so you'd see the other side. "Okay.. So where do you want to start with this?" he asked as he settled an arm around you, resting his hand on the small of your back and slipping under the hoodie. Rubbing small cirlces on the base of your spine

Where did you want to start with this? There was so much to discuss could you get through it all in one conversation? "I.. My name I guess?" You questioned, glancing up to him breifly before looking to the TV. Still not paying attention to whatever Jake was up to. "I was thinking maybe y/n? It might change but that's the one I think fits me best right now."

"Then y/n it is.." He murmered into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head firmly in an act of reassurance. "I done some reading while waiting for my shower to warm up.."

"So that's what took you so long?" You questioned, partially in a teasing manner, partly from disbelief that he'd actually researched it.

Carlos chuckled softly, deep with a rumble to his chest. "Yes, mi amor. That's what took me so long.." The conversation fell into silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to continue it. Eventually, Carlos continued to speak. "I learned about.. dys.. Dysphoria?" He looked down to you, checking to see if he'd said it right. Watching you nod against his chest.

"There's a lot of different kinds? I dont know if thats right but.. one that was talked about a lot was chest dysphoria. I spotted you looking to yourself in the mirror a few times over the last few months. Was that.. That?"

"Yeah.." you whispered, shame suddenly washing over you. It sounded so pathetic to you. Upset about a pair of tits.

"What.. Does it feel like?" He asked, clearly trying to not sound insensitive.

You paused for a moment. Thinking of a way to word it so the other would understand. "Some days are better than others. Some days I forget I have them, usually lazy days spent in bed. Other days I want to claw them off. I look at the knives in the kitchen and just.. Imagine what it would be like to hack them off. It's like.. They're there. Against my will, they're mine, but not mine."

"Is that something you're scared you'd do? Hurt yourself?"

Again, you paused. A therapy session wasn't on your cards for the day. Opening doors you hadn't put much thought into.

"It crossed my mind a few times. Not like.. I was going to do it. I hear stories of how it brings relief and i wonder if its true. But then I hear that it becomes more of an addiction then anything and I decide against doing it."

Carlos frowned softly, hold tightening around you. "Do I need to hide anything?"

"No." You answered immediately. "I don't think it's something I'll actually end up doing."

"But you'll tell me if it gets to that stage?"

"... Yes." You decided, leaning more into him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

Carlos didn't miss the hesitation in your voice. But decided to trust you. "Okay.. I also read that there were binders. Is that something you might be interested in?"

You nodded, reluctantly and small, but there. You felt so stupid for hesitating. This was your life now. But still, even then part of you hated yourself for letting it be.

"I also read that they can be quite dangerous. But I'll have a look for some shops that do better quality one's and we'll get you measured. Does that sound good?"

"Yeah.." you whispered quietly, pushing your face into Carlos' chest. "But.. You dont have to do all this. You don't even have to be with me if you don't want to."

"Well its a good thing I want to, huh?"

ʚɞ Okay so i know spanish bake-off would be first but I didn't realise how long this one is going to be and I wanted a head start to it

[wanderingsoul6261]

I'm Here Now

Credit for gif goes to mauraeyk

James Beaufort x Reader

synopsis: follows the plot of a few requests, mostly pregnancy, angst, etc. In this one, Reader finds out she is pregnant. She tells James and he gets cold feet. Events in this fix are probably unlikely, but Y/N had been understanding, considering who his parents were. And then they meet several years later.

warnings: none, I don't think? If I'm wrong, please let me know and I can change it. My brain isn't working right now.

expect two more within the next 24 to 48 hours.

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The plastic stick stared hauntingly at her. This was it. The next nine months of her life and everything that came after, already laid for her. Ultimately, she had a different route, but she couldn’t do it. She would never do it. 

Her parents stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Silence filled the air and Y/N felt like she could suffocate in it. She picked at her fingernails, her eyes on the floor, looking everywhere but at her parents. It was already known how disappointed they were in her. How they had expected and hoped that she would get through the first few of her life after Maxton Hall before anything like this happened. She knew that they hoped that she would get through college and make a life for herself. 

But here it was, all thrown back in their faces. And it wasn’t just her parents. Y/N expected something completely different, and this was definitely not it. 

“Does he know?” Her mother finally spoke, breaking the silence. Y/N casted her eyes briefly in her parents direction. Her father leaned against the door frame, a hand on the bottom half of his face, and her mother stood a few steps closer, her eyes focusing solely on the pregnancy test. 

Y/N was silent for several seconds. 

“No.” She averted her eyes back to the ground in front of her. “He doesn’t” 

“Do you plan on telling him?” Her eyes snapped her father this time, who now stared back directly at her. 

“Yea. I just don’t know how. It’s not exactly an easy subject to talk about. Especially at your ages.” 

“It’s definitely the right thing to do.” He agreed. Her father let out a heavy sigh. “But… you might not like the response and actions that he might have.” Her mother nodded.

“This will be just as hard for him as it is for you at this moment.” 

“And you’re sure you want to keep the child?” She had been asked this question twice already minutes before. Y/N turned her gaze back to the ground, swallowing thickly as thoughts ran through her mind. 

“Because if not, we can pull some strings, and-” 

“Stop.” Y/N cut her father off, and he went silent. He had almost surprisingly looked dejected, and it was likely genuine. Y/N should have known. Her parents weren’t like other parents of rich kids. They meant well and actually cared for her well being. She knew that no matter what she decided to do, they would have her back no matter what. “I’m sorry.” She apologized. “But yea, I’d like to keep the child.” 

—

“What?” James was pale, and if Y/N hadn’t known any better, she would have thought him to be sick. She swallowed thickly, picking at her fingernails, a nervous habit of hers. He had seen and slapped her hands, telling her to stop it. Then he took a step back. 

She stared at him. James had obviously not liked the news, shock and fear written all over his face. Y/N had been scared that this was going to happen. In fact, she had almost expected it. But she had been surprised when he still showed enough care to stop her from picking at her fingers until they bled. 

Maybe there was a potential for hope. 

“I’m pregnant.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

“Mine?” She nodded. 

“Yours.” James mumbled under his breath. Y/N watched as he paced back and forth in front of the pool. Y/N watched him, growing slightly more stressed with each stride he took. Her eyes followed his feet, repeating her mannerisms from the other night. She refused to look in his face. She had let so many people down by allowing this to happen, and in the end, she still wasn’t sure what she would lose or keep. “Can you stop pacing please?” Y/N asked quietly. “You’re stressing me out.” 

“Stressing you out-” James paused, finally stopping to stare at Y/N. She had shrunk into herself and despite his attempt at stopping her from picking at her fingers, she still continued to do so. His breath got caught in his throat. What was he to do? His parents, especially his father, would not allow this. He would see it as a scandal and do everything in his power to separate Y/N from him and keep it that way. 

James had to do something first. 

He stopped his pacing, and sat on the opposite end of the bench that she sat on. James hunched forward, running his hand down his face as he ran through different possibilities in his mind. 

“You don’t want this right now, do you?” Y/N asked. His head whipped up and towards her. She was staring at him, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. James opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say, willing himself to say anything, but nothing came. He closed his mouth, but kept eye contact with her. Y/N searched his eyes for anything, anything that might tell her what exactly it was that he wanted. 

“I don’t know.” He finally said. 

Even if it wasn’t a definitive answer, those three words still punched a hole in Y/N’s stomach. She swallowed thickly, turning her head away from him and looked towards the pool. Her eyes flickered over the waving surface, suddenly interested in the way that the sun showed on the ripples created by the slight breeze, watching as the sun rays bounced off the bottom floor. 

“I mean. You have to understand, Y/N.” James went silent again for a few seconds. “This is a tough thing at our ages. And your parents might be more accommodating, but mine-” 

“Are you basing your decision off of what you want, or what they would want?” Y/N turned back to him. He didn’t even have to answer it. She knew the answer before he answered it himself. 

“Y/N, you know how my parents-” 

“And that’s enough to potentially think about walking away from me and your unborn child?” She asked. James went silent and averted his gaze. His eyes peered down at his shoes, taking note of the scuff and dirt marks that he had never really noticed until now. They were dirt and scuff marks that his father wouldn’t stand for. 

His father. 

He turned back to Y/N, who now had tears streaming down her face. A sigh escaped her lips and James was almost expecting more to come from her mouth. He had already felt bad enough that he was leaning more towards the thoughts of his father, but the more he thought about it, he was almost protecting her. If his father ever found out, he didn’t know what would happen. 

“I won’t be mad.” She finally spoke, and James was beyond surprised. He had indeed expected more from her. Not this. He didn’t expect her to be as understanding in this moment that she currently was being. A child was supposed to have their father in their lives. And this one wouldn’t. 

James was silent for several moments. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“No. I’m sorry.” Looking in her face, James knew she was being genuine. “I should have done more.” 

“No stop.” He said. “We both had a part to play in this.” 

And with that, both went silent. They remained on opposite ends of the bench, until enough time had passed and James had decided it was time to leave. He itched to hold her one last time, knowing that once he walked out of the front door, things were going to change. However, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. 

But she did. 

As he walked by her, she grabbed his hand, staring up at him. He stared down at her, but couldn’t offer her a smile, not that she had one to give back.

“Can I find you in a few years?” He asked. ‘When I don’t have to answer to my father?,’ he almost wanted to say, but he stayed silent. 

“Maybe.” Her heart broke some more. 

And then he was gone. 

—--

After finding out that she was pregnant, Y/N had opted to continue her classwork remotely, only making visits to Maxton Hall in the first few months of her pregnancy. After she started showing, she had stopped, not wanting to raise questions or a potential scandal amongst the students there. 

When the children were born, Y/N knew that things would be okay. 

Twins. She had twins, and the only thing that she could think of were the Beauforts. A boy and a girl. The baby girl definitely had the looks of James more than the baby boy did. Y/N figured that she might be the troublemaker of the two in the coming years. The baby boy was quiet and good, the opposite of his sister, which was ironic, considering it was the other way around for both Lydia and James. 

Raising the twins though had actually been easier than she expected, especially with the help of her parents. Certain moments had been a bit tougher, like when Y/N had to take them in for vaccinations and doctor appointments. Listening to them cry their little hearts out because of being poked had broken her own heart. Many moments, she had wished that James was around to witness his kids grow up into the young children they were growing up to be. 

Even as they grew up, even if James wasn’t there, she still acted as if he was. Y/N told the kids stories about their father and what he was like. After all this time, she still loved him.She loved him enough that she wished that he had been around to witness their first steps, to experience their first words, etc. In general, Y/N had just wished that he was there. 

Especially now, walking through the park. The twins were a little over the age of four. They stomped around Y/N, giggling and laughing. They brought a smile to her face, making her happy when she thought that things were turning for the worst. She now knew that things weren’t going to turn out as bad as she had expected the day she found out she was pregnant. 

She came back to earth after hearing one of her kids let out a surprised shout. Y/N looked around, seeing her son on the ground, seemingly unhurt and okay. D/N had hurried over in an attempt to help him up, but the man S/N had ran into had helped him up first. 

“Sorry kiddo. Didn’t see you.” The man looked up and around, seeing Y/N. 

Her world stopped at that very moment, for the man that stood before her, she never expected to see again. 

“James.” 

“Y/N” The two a few feet apart and S/N and D/N were now next to their mother. James had already put two and two together, his eyes now focused on his kids. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing was spoken. His eyes moved to look at Y/N, who only smiled softly at him. It almost seemed sad. 

“What are you doing here?” He finally asked. 

“On a walk with the kids. Wanted to give mom and dad some peace and quiet.” Y/N explained. “What about you?” she asked. 

“I was just at a business meeting. I decided to cut through the park to get to my car.” His eyes were focused back on the kids, who stared up at him with large eyes. They hid partially behind Y/N. He could definitely see himself in both of them. 

“What are their names?” 

“D/N and S/N” Their names rolled off James tongue easily. Y/N followed his gaze to the kids, before shooing them away. “How about you two go play on the slide? I’m right here, I’ll be watching you.” The two ran off towards the slide without any hesitation, their giggles could be heard as they raced. 

“How are they?” he asked, watching their movement. Y/N watched James, taking in his appearance. He really hadn’t changed much. James still looked like himself. 

“They are good kids. Healthy. Take after us, that’s for sure.” She laughed a little, took a step closer to James as they now both watched the kids. 

“Do they know about me?” 

“Yea.” Y/N spoke softly. “I tell them stories about you. From school, what you’re like, just a bunch of things about you.” She said, “They’ve been coming up with their own questions lately.” James turned his attention to her. His eyes trailed over her form, taking her in, before looking back at the kids. 

“Like what?” He hesitated in looking back at her, before finally turning his head back towards her, but their eyes didn’t meet. She watched her children, a sad look in her eyes. Like she wanted to give them so much more than they already had in that moment. “Y/N.” She turned to him. 

“Hmm?”

“Would you be mad or upset with me now, if I asked if I could be in their lives?” he asked. Her smile looked a little less sad. 

“Never. You have every right to be in their lives. I can tell you right now that they want you in their lives. I can guarantee it.” Y/N turned to face him. “We can do whatever works. We can set up visitation times. Or you can take them whenever you want. We can work something out.” James nodded along, listening to her and the suggestions. He was silent for several seconds, and he knew that she was waiting for something from him. 

“Could we, maybe. Perhaps…could we try things over again?” Her smile seemed even brighter. 

“I think so.” She said softly. “I understood why you didn’t want anything at first. Yea, it took some time to adjust and get used to. I missed you terribly, but I want to work on things, especially between us. And that’s not only for us, but for them.” The two turned their attention back to the kids, who were running around, their high pitched giggles filling the air as they laughed. 

By the end of the night, after being invited for dinner with Y/N, her kids, and her parents, James had started to wedge himself back into their lives. His son and daughter were latched to him, never really letting him out of their sight. They told him everything that they could, as James stared at them, love apparent in his eyes and he listened to what they had to say. 

This was it. This is what he wanted. After everything that he already had, this was it. 

And as he looked up and his eyes found Y/N’s, already staring at him with the kids, and he had seen the smile she had adorned her face, he knew already that he was willing to give up anything to keep this. 

And she would let him. 

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Silent Grace| Chapter xvi: Under Control

Ship: Min Yoongi x Fem reader

au/genre: Mafia!au

rating: M

wc: 7.9k

Chapter warnings: pregnancy mentions and arguing. Hinted around a sh00ting in the same building you are in.

summary: Yoongi's drinking is getting worse. Namjoon realizes he made a mistake. You also get invited to a ball where Hoseok happens to be attending as well and he brings a special guest. THE PART BEFORE THE FINALE.

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"A family vacation? Yoongi..." You said watching him pace back and forth before pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why would you even agree to that?" you finished almost defeated. 

The whirlwind of emotions that comes with this family was honestly draining in your opinion. And being pregnant doesn't help. Yoongi being all over the place, also doesn't help. 

"Honestly, I don't even know what his intentions are. It could be one of his mind games or it could be genuine. Either way, I don't know if  I want to be apart of it. He says it for the sake of my mother but again, my father is a mastermind of lying," Yoongi explained. 

You were lost so Yoongi also being lost and uneasy made you even more uncomfortable. Everything was happening faster than you could even think. Even if you could take the time to think about anything, you would have to go through with a fine tooth comb. And to think, there are things that goes on and you have no idea. 

It felt like it was yesterday when he told you about Hoseok and this 'lifestyle' he was entangled in, now everything is falling apart and he doesn't even talk to parents. But now he does?

Your head is still spinning. You'll probably never know what goes on until it's too late. 

"Well whatever you decide to do, I will be here to support you." You took a deep breath and sighed as you continued to fold the laundry. 

"What's the matter? Tell me what's on your mind?" Yoongi asked, sitting next to you.

You dropped the blanket and looked over at him. 

"I just find it a little weird that your father raised you up to take over the family, bothered you day in and day out just to give it to Namjoon. Now that Namjoon is running everything, as they say, but it's like he's taunting you. It's like he wants a reaction to you. Now that your mother is upset with him and you want nothing to do with him, he wants to fix this? It's a little odd that your father is doing all this to fix something he broke. He strung you along all this time, told you, you couldn't live out your dreams just for him to make you doubt every relationship you have. He could have just given you what you worked so hard for. I guess I don't understand this type of lifestyle but I just don't get it. I'll probably never get it."

Yoongi sighed as he laid back on the bed. He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about everything that led up to this. 

At no point in time did Yoongi ever think his father would pull something like this. Min is a lot of things but one thing Yoongi could say about his father, if he said he's going to do something, he does it. This was hard for Yoongi. Harder than he liked to admit.

"I'm just as confused as you are, blossom. I don't understand where my father's head is at and honestly at this point, I don't want to know." Yoongi mumbled. "I might not go but I know I need to talk to my mother. To at least ease her mind. The last time I left her, she didn't deserve that. I just want to right my wrongs when it comes to that. She didn't always have our backs when it came to our father but she was always an amazing mother. I will never take that away from her."

"Your mother is an amazing mother. I bet she would be an amazing grandmother." You smile softly looking over at Yoongi. Yoongi smiled and nodded. "She would be very happy. She probably wouldn't let us out of her sight." he chuckled to which you giggled and continued to fold clothes. 

"Baby...I have to ask you.." you trailed off to which he hummed in response. "Let's say your father decides to change his mind again and give it to you. Would you even accept it? Would Namjoon would be your second hand still?" You asked, looking back at Yoongi. To which he just shrugged. "At this point of time if he isn't giving it all to me then I don't want it," Yoongi started as he sat up, looking at you. "It is something I can't escape. I have to take on the family, wether my father likes it or not. Namjoon isn't blood and if my grandfather ever decides to come back from Japan, he'll eat Joon alive." Yoongi explains before he leans over and kisses your lips softly before standing, putting his hoodie on and grabbing his keys. You frowned softly. 

"Where are you going?" you asked softly, "I thought we were going to hang out for a little?" 

Yoongi nodded "We are, just a little later. I have to handle a little business before we can go on our little date." He smiled, leaning over and kissing your forehead. You pouted looking at him but nodding before you kissed his lips. 

"Thank you. Now, I will be back in a few hours. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Yoongi chuckled as he grabbed his keys. 

You laughed and looked up at him. "Trust me, I won't" 

Yoongi chuckled and walked out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Namjoon had his head underwater. He couldn't keep up with the demands of controlling a whole family. Some need direction while others need a job. Some owed money and others are waiting for their payout. Namjoon had no idea what he thought running the family would be like but he didn't think it would be like this. He had no idea how Min or even Yoongi did it with such grace. He knew they had a lot to do but he never thought it would be this overwhelming. He was constantly on go and never had a moment to just think. Yoongi and Min were always so calm. They never cracked, even when everything was stacked against him. The only time he truly saw Yoongi and Min crack was when he was giving the power as boss of the Min family. 

More than anything, Namjoon wishes he could communicate with his brothers again, even Jungkook. Yoongi would be able to direct him with ease, Seokjin would stand by his side while Jungkook just made the process easier. He could always go to Min and his father, but that's what got him in this position. Confiding in them too much led him here, by himself. He was never meant to be a leader, he was never meant to work on the frontlines and call every shot that could make or break someone. Namjoon was capable but he didn't have the same spunk that Yoongi possessed. 

Yoongi never bluffed while Namjoon wore his heart on his sleeve. Anyone could see his hand before he played it. Everything Yoongi had ever taught him has flown out the window and he no longer felt protected. 

He was the most powerful man in the world but he felt powerless. He was the most protected man in the world but he felt as though he was in danger. 

"Fuck, what would Yoongi do right now?" He asked himself as he sat in his office, gifted to him by Min along with a brand new house he was certain was crafted for Yoongi. At that very moment, Min and his father walked in. 

"Yoongi would probably already have the answer and his next move lined up," Min said, sitting in front of Namjoon's desk. Kim sat in the chair to the right of him. Namjoon shrugged. "Why don't you just let Yoons take over. I'm clearly not cut out for this. I don't feel like I'm in the right position. I'm not meant to be a leader" Namjoon admitted. Kim jumped up to convince his son but Min raised his hand. 

"Of course not. I'm glad that we can agree. You were never meant to run the family. No matter how much your father may think otherwise." Min said without a care in the world. Both Kim and Namjoon looked dumbfounded. 

"Then why would you-" 

"To light a fire under my son's ass. Did it work? I'd say 50/50, not the brightest plan I came up with but it did do the job. I was just expecting a bit more fight in him but I'm positive that he'll come to his senses." Min said, looking around the office. 

He looked around at every detail he had created for his son. Min made this whole place with Yoongi in mind, as much as Yoongi liked to deny it, Min knew him like he knew the back of his hands. He added a studio with state of the art equipment, instruments and computers with all the programming Yoongi could ever need for his music. He added a basketball court and a gym. Min even took your interests and added a space for you. He remembered Yoongi telling him that you were into painting, cooking and gardening. So he had a kitchen built for a king with all the gadgets and toys you could ever imagine. He created a study for you that was surrounded by a water wall that could soothe the most stubborn of stubborn babies. 

Min remembered everything Yoongi has ever told him about you. It was one of the only times he could talk to his son without pissing him off. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How was class today?" Yoongi asked as he laid back on his bed, throwing his small basketball up in the air while on the phone with you. 

You were dating yet but it was pretty clear that you guys liked one another. 

"It was okay..." you trailed off, sighing. Yoongi caught his ball before sitting up and frowning, "It doesn't sound like it was okay? Is everything okay?" 

"Well," you started, "Nothing made sense to me. I couldn't grasp human anatomy. It's a lot different from my other classes, usually we would take a few weeks to learn one thing at a time but with HA, we are learning it all in 4 weeks. I feel so rushed to learn this and I can't retain anything." You whined. Yoongi chuckled to which you gasped "It's not funny! I'm serious!" 

"I know you are but I just think it's going to be something to laugh about when you finally become a nurse." Yoongi started, "I know it's hard, blossom, but I know you can do this. You are the smartest person I know besides Namjoon and I think you are smarter than him. If anyone can do this, it's you." Yoongi said. 

That warmed your heart. It gave you the confidence to keep trying, especially since Yoongi believed in you. A small act of kindness, that gentle encouragement, it truly warmed your heart and filled you with a sense of warmth. It was like a tiny ember had been ignited within you, sparking a renewed sense of hope and determination. It gave you the much-needed confidence to keep pushing forward, to keep striving for your dreams, especially knowing that someone as talented and respected as Yoongi believed in you. His faith in your abilities was like a beacon of light, guiding you through the darkness of self-doubt and uncertainty.

"How about when you become a nurse, I'll buy you a drink?" Yoongi suggested to which you agreed. "And when you become that producer, I'll buy you a drink?" You responded. Yoongi chuckled, "Deal" 

After a few more minutes, you and Yoongi got off the phone. Min walked in the door with a smirk on his face. "Who has my son staying up all night?" Yoongi's cheeks turned red as he shook his head taking shots at the basket that was attached to his door. 

"Her name is Y/n. She's just a friend. That's all." Yoongi said shooting into the basket to which Min caught. Walking over to where Yoongi was, he took a few shots himself as Yoongi gawked about you and told him how much he really cared about you.

"She sounds special. When can I meet her?" Min said, tossing the ball to Yoongi to which his eyes grew wide. 

"Maybe when I actually ask her to be my girlfriend." Yoongi said laughing along with Min.

"Is she someone that you'd marry?" Min asked before throwing the ball  towards the hoop. Yoongi snorted before chuckling. 

"I don't know about all that. She might not even like me back." 

"You're a Min. Of course she'd be interested." Min chuckled patting his son back before sitting on Yoongi's bed. Yoongi sat next to his father shaking his head. 

"I'm more than a Min dad, I honestly don't know if it'll come to that. Marriage and things like that." Yoongi said tossing his ball in the air and catching it.

"I married your mother when we turned 21. After we had you." Min smiled "It was the best day of my life beside your mother giving birth to you and your brothers. I would marry your mother 20 times over if I could" 

Yoongi chucked and looked at Min, "I hope that's Y/n and I. I really like her dad." Min smiled and rubbed Yoongi's back. "I know you do. Just be you. Treat her like a princess until you turn her into a queen." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Min shook his head at the thought. 

"I came to meet you because I need to talk to Y/n. One on one. I think it's time for her to realize just who she's dating."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Another one please." 

The bartender, with a practiced nod, poured another drink for Yoongi, the amber liquid sloshing into the crystal glass. Each sip seemed to loosen another knot within him, unraveling his usually composed demeanor. His shirt, once neatly buttoned, now hung open at the collar, a single dark lock of hair falling across his forehead like a misplaced brushstroke. A flush had risen to his cheeks, painting them with a warmth that contrasted with the cool air of the bar.

Seokjin observed Yoongi's descent into tipsiness with a mixture of concern and silent judgment. He noted each glass that Yoongi emptied, each loosening of his posture, each flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. Seokjin's gaze was steady, a silent sentinel amidst the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations that filled the dimly lit space. He wasn't one to pry, but the worry etched on his face betrayed his concern for his friend.

"Yoongi." Seokjin called out before sitting next to him. Yoongi scoffs. 

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the car? I will only be a minute." Yoongi slurred as he finished yet another drink. He lifted his hand to ask for another to which Seokjin grabbed his hand. 

"Seokjin-" 

"Enough. It's time to go." 

Yoongi chuckled but looking in Seokjin's eyes, he knew that he was serious. A sigh left his lips as stood to his feet and followed behind Seokjin, leaving a lower rank to close his tab and leave a tip on his behalf. 

Stumbling onto the payment, Yoongi took a second to sober up. He placed his hand on the hood of the car to hold himself up. Jungkook got out of the car and walked over to Yoongi looking at Seokjin. 

"Again?" Jungkook asked, sighing. 

"You know it." Seokjin sighed, opening the door, allowing Yoongi to stumble inside. Jungkook sighed and shook his head, heading back around to the driver's side. Seokjin closed the door as Yoongi settled inside before finally getting into the passenger side. 

The car ride was silent for the most part. Yoongi was too wasted to even carry out a thought let alone a full blown conversation. Seokjin was watching Yoongi's actions to determine if it was even safe for him to go home or not. 

"We might have to stop at a hotel in my opinion." Jungkook said, looking over at Seokjin. 

"Although I agree, I don't think he should. You know how he gets, he'll start calling Y/n and worrying her-Yoongi give me this" Seokjin interrupted himself as he reached behind and grabbed Yoongi's phone that already had your number plastered over it. 

Seokjin showed Jungkook his phone to which they both exchanged disappointed looks. 

"I wish he would just be honest and say how he feels. I know his father and best friend fucked him over but I can't stop getting this feeling like something else is going on."

Because it is. 

As happy Yoongi is to be a father, he can help but realize the overwhelming amount of anxiety that is weighing on him. He couldn't lie and say he was ready to be a father, he wasn't. Yoongi didn't have the best father figure growing up so he couldn't even begin to say that he knew what to do. 

He wished he could tell his mother, she would know what to say. She would give him everything he needed to know. It would be overwhelming as well but he knew she would support him in becoming a father. The first thing she would say is not be like your father. 

Min wasn't always terrible but Yoongi doesn't even remember the last time he and his father got along. 

Although Yoongi was drunk out of his mind, the thoughts of everything from the past few months still found a way to creep in. 

'Maybe I should call Y/n to calm myself down' Yoongi said to himself, lifting his phone to dial her number but Seokjin had other ideas. He watched as Seokjin snatched his phone from his hands and continued talking to Jungkook. Yoongi scoffed. 

"It's for your own good, boss. You don't want Y/n to be worried again. You will be home in a few minutes." Jungkook said, looking at Yoongi through the rear view mirror.

"I just want to talk to her. I just have a lot on my mind right now." Yoongi said clearly. Seokjin was taken aback. For a man that drank his life away for the past hour, he still speaks so clearly. 

"I think you need to wait until you are sober." 

Yoongi didn't argue. He just didn't have it in him anymore. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking in the house, Yoongi didn't say a word. He just walked up the stairs and headed to his room which was weird to Jungkook and Seokjin. Neither decided to question, it was probably best. 

Yoongi entered the room and saw you wrapped in a towel, searching for something comfortable to wear. He smiled and hugged you from behind, kissing your cheek. You smiled softly. 

"You stink of alcohol, Yoons. Again." You told him as you crossed your arms. He sighed and laid his head on your shoulder both to keep the room from spinning and to provide some comfort. 

"I didn't drink too much, baby. I just wanted to let loose for a little bit. I just have a lot on my mind. I just needed a moment." Yoongi said, kissing your shoulder. You hummed. 

"Okay, just please don't hurt yourself. You should slow down on drinking. You've been going out almost every other day if not every other day." You said finally finding a pajama set that you liked. Yoongi watched you drop your towel and change. His eyes dropped to your stomach, noticing how it's starting to become a little bit more round. His heart fell to the pit of his ass. You are finally starting to show and time will only tell how long Yoongi has to figure this out. Maybe he really did need his father. 

He cursed himself for not being more careful when you guys were intimate. 

But he couldn't help but to fall in love with the fact you were the one to give him his first child. 

Yoongi wouldn't want it to be anyone else. 

A smile crept across his face as he stepped closer and held your belly with such care. It took you by surprise at first but it filled your tummy with butterflies. 

This was the first time Yoongi has actually shown some attention to the pregnancy. The look on his face is enough to bring you to tears but you try your best to hold them back as Yoongi takes this time to embrace his child. 

Rubbing your belly, Yoongi's smile only got wider as he thought about all the things he was ready to teach his child. He wonder how he would feel feeling his baby move for the first time. How he would feel after finding out the gender. How he would make one of his spare rooms into a baby room or how he would more than likely by a whole house just for the three of you...and Jungkook and Seokjin. How he would get to be there for you through the whole process. As soon as he got deep into his thoughts, he had to come to the realization that this was going to be hard. Eventually, he's going to have to tell the people around him about the pregnancy. At the very least, Seokjin, Jungkook, Soobin and Yeonjun.   It's like a broken record that plays on repeat in the back of his head. Like a song that he couldn't get out of his head. A sigh left his lips as he continued to rub your belly. 

"What's the matter, baby?" You asked, rubbing his shoulder. Yoongi looked at you and hummed. 

"Nothing, I just hope that I can be everything you guys need me to be. I know I laid a lot on you these past few months and now we have this to worry about. Honestly, I didn't think you'd be so accepting of this. It's honestly scary how okay you are." Yoongi admits. You sigh as well shaking your head. 

"Well, it's still something I think about everyday. All the time actually, more than ever now. I still don't know what to expect from here on out. I think it hasn't hit me yet that you are a mafia's son and there are very scary things that you have to do." You admitted. "Right now, it just feels like things haven't changed but I know it will." Yoongi nodded. 

"I know that but you won't ever see anything like that. I will try my best to keep all of that away from you and our child. I will do my best to make sure of that. Nothing is going to change. I will do everything in my power to keep it like that." 

You nodded at Yoongi as you continued to get dressed.

"I trust you baby. I know you have my back. You have our backs. I just hope it's not going to be a lot." You started before taking a deep breath, "Go take a shower baby and join us after you get done. We really want some cuddles." You say kissing his cheek before sitting on the bed. Yoongi nodded "I think some cuddles would do me some good as well." 

~~~~~~

Yoongi fell asleep with you in his arms. His hand rests securely around your belly as he sleeps. His eyes fluttered open as his phone softly rang on his bedside table. Lifting his body slightly, he grabs his phone to answer it. 

"Mmm, hello?" Yoongi's sleepy voice filled the room causing you to stir in your sleep, moving closer to him. 

"Yoongi...thank goodness as you answered" His mother said softly. It sounded like she had been crying. Yoongi sighed and sat up before speaking again, "Yes, mother?" 

The coldness in his voice broke Seo-Yeon's heart. Yoongi has never spoken to her like that so for him to treat her like this has been the worst pain a mother could ever feel. 

"Yoongi...please. Can I please see you? I need to just lay my eyes on you. We don't have to talk but I just need to see you." Seo-Yeon begged. Yoongi sighed. You had already woken up by his voice and decided to sit up and wrap your arms around his waist. 

"You don't have to beg, mother. You aren't a beggar. You are Min. Remember that." Yoongi affirmed. That didn't make his mother feel any better.

"I'm tired of being a Min. Nothing has ever come good to me from being a Min beside having you guys. My babies. I don't want to be a Min, I want to be a mother. I need to be there for you. It is my only duty that God has given me on this Earth. Please let me be that for you..." Seo-Yeon pleads. 

"You'll always be my mother but as long as you are married to my father, I cannot and will not be around you until he right his wrongs. I love you but I have to go" Yoongi declares. He hangs up the phone despite his mother's cries to keep him on the line. 

"Yoongi...I understand you are upset but I don't think you should take it out on your mom. She hasn't done anything but what she thought was the right thing." You said crossing your arms to which Yoongi shook his head. As much as he wanted to crash out, he held back. He knew you would never get it and explaining wouldn't help. 

"You don't understand. You'll never understand and it's better that way." Yoongi said getting out of bed. 

"You don't have to be upset. It's just an observation-" You start but Yoongi has already gone to the bathroom, leaving you there. 

A small sigh leaves your lips as you feel your phone vibrate on your side table. Seeing that it was your old co-worker from the hospital you answered. 

"Hey darling, how are you! I have to ask you something!" 

You smile sitting up in your bed, briefly forgetting the conversation with Yoongi prior. 

"I'm doing okay, love. I've just been enjoying all the time off. It gets a little boring at times. I want to go back to work." You say crossing your legs, making yourself comfortable in your bed. By this time Yoongi came out of the bathroom and sat on his side of the bed, scrolling through his emails as well as the many texts he had received overnight. 

"You should come back! Your patients miss you! Maybe you can pick up small shifts! Just doing part time?" She said, making you think. "Honestly , that doesn't sound like a bad idea. One or two shifts couldn't hurt." you say rubbing your belly subconsciously. 

Yoongi looked up and over at you. You saying you were thinking about going back to work pissed him off more than he'd like to admit. 

"Let me know so we can put you back on the schedule! But before I forget," she started "Can you please come to the ball tonight? I know it's been months since you've worked with us but you are still one of us. Please come tonight. We all want to see you" 

You smiled and laughed at your co-worker's begging. 

"I forgot all about the ball. It's been so long. What time does it start? Maybe I have time to find something nice to wear." You asked as you started putting lotion on your hands. The excitement from your friend's voice warmed your heart. 

"It starts at 8pm but the red carpet starts at 7! You have to come get pictures taken." she begged. "I'll be there. I can't promise I'll be there at 7 but I will be there. I just need to find something to wear." You said looking over at your closet dreading the fact that you can't fit most of your nice dresses anymore. "Okay! You and Yoongi better come!" You chuckled and said your goodbyes. 

"Y/n, you cannot go back to work." Yoongi said, looking over at you as you got up from your bed. You didn't even give him a response. You just walked over to your closet and began to go through the hundreds of dresses that you have. Yoongi sighed and shook his head.

"Can just one of them fit? I don't want to go shopping." You pouted as you've already tried at least ten dresses and none of them can get past your belly, let alone your hips.

"You've barely grown! Must you make things hard for me already?" You pouted and kicked another dress to the side. 

Yoongi walked into the walk-in closet to see a turmoil and overwhelming amount of clothes everywhere with you in the middle of it all pissed. 

"Do...do you need some help?" Yoongi asked, setting his phone on the dresser. You looked up at Yoongi, completely frustrated. "I have to find something to wear for tonight." 

Yoongi frowned as he started to pick up some of the clothing and put them back onto hangers. "Where are you going tonight?" 

"Tonight is the ball thing I told you about while I was still working. My friend reminded me and I want to go but I don't have anything that looks good on me let alone fits." You said throwing another dress to the side. Yoongi watched you throw the dress to the side and sighed softly before reaching over and grabbing it to hang it back up. 

"Why don't I take you to my tailor? I'm sure she would be able to get something done for you before you need to leave." Yoongi told you before standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

"Are you coming with me?" You asked, turning to look at him. Yoongi stood straight and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yoongi..." 

"I'm sorry my love. I cannot join you tonight. I have to go down to the casinos tonight to make sure everything is running smoothly. I haven't been to check them in awhile." He admitted before rubbing your waist. You rolled your eyes and shook your head before moving to the side. 

"Not to be a brat, but can't you ask someone else to do that. I really want you to come with me." Yoongi chuckled. "I know you aren't being a brat. I just got you spoiled huh? Well I had Namjoon on the job but since he's mister boss man, I have to give the run down to Jungkook. I don't want him to go in there blind. Just because he works for me, doesn't mean everyone will give him the respect he deserves. I need to make sure they treat him as if it was me." 

You sighed again and shrugged "Jungkook isn't coming then I assume. Since he is head of security, I would assume that he would have gotten invited. I guess it can't be helped. If you are able, can you pick me up once you are done if it's not too late?" Yoongi nodded and kissed your lips. 

"How about I come to get you around 10? Is that okay?" Yoongi asked to which you nodded "That's perfect. Two hours is more than enough time." 

~~~~~~~~~

Hoseok was doing his finishing touches to his appearance and adding a few sprays of cologne before heading out to see if the rest of the guys were ready. 

"Are you guys ready?" Hoseok said as he entered the living room. Taehyung nodded as he looked around the room. "I do have a question though," Taehyung said, turning to Hoseok. 

"Why the hell so many of us are coming to see miss nurse?" 

Hoseok chuckled. "Well, Mingi got invited since he works there. I asked Felix to come since he has built a relationship with our favorite nurse. Ji-hoon was a surprise but I'm not against it." 

Hoseok's driver for the night walked in and bowed before he spoke 

"Good evening, gentlemen. Your car awaits. We mustn't be late. There is to be a red carpet event." he said to which Hoseok signaled the guys to follow him to the car. 

~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi's tailor was able to make a beautiful and simple dress for you that fit perfectly. You felt beautiful and boy did Yoongi loved it. 

"Maybe I should come with you, Blossom." Yoongi mumbled as he circled around you, his fingers tracing your waist sensually. "No one else should be able to see you like this." 

You giggled, "Well, you still have a chance to go with me." You giggled before handing your necklace to him. Taking it in his hands, he stood behind you, placing the necklace around your neck, clasping it together. He towered over you and watched you in the mirror. "I wish I could. Fuck...you look amazing." He whispered in your ear, lightly kissing your earlobe. 

"Thank you, baby. I will see you at 10, right?" You asked, walking to the door. Yoongi hummed and opened the door for you. He followed behind you with Jungkook and Seokjin. "You will. Be safe and have fun. Soobin and Yeonjun will take you. They won't accompany you unless you want them to." Yoongi said opening your car door. You nodded and kissed his lips softly. "Okay. I think I should be okay. I don't want them to be bored." You smiled towards the boys to which they bowed sweetly to you as you did the same. 

Yoongi watched you guys pull off and head out of the gates. He sighed and got into his car with Seokjin and Jungkook. "I'll drive, let's go." 

"I can't believe you are letting her go off on her own." Jungkook said, sliding to the middle seat and putting his seatbelt on. 

"She's not on her own. She'll never be." Yoongi said pulling out of the gates and going the opposite way from your car. "I told Soobin and Yeonjun to drop her off, pretend to leave and make it back to keep an eye on her" 

Seokjin chuckled. "I should have known better than to think you'd let her off on her own." Yoongi chuckled "You should have known better"

~~~~~~~

"We have no problem accompanying you. We don't mind." Soobin said walking you to your seat. Yeonjun nodded with a smile on his face. "I think these types of parties are kind of cool." He added. You giggled and sat down in your chair. It was hard to finally break away from your coworkers. They were all excited to see you and wanted to know how everything was since being gone. "It's okay. You guys go enjoy yourselves. It's Saturday! I will call you if Yoongi takes longer than 10!" You say with a smile. 

"We're not the ones to pry, so please, enjoy yourself. Call us if you need anything" Soobin said before nodding towards Yeonjun and bowing to you before taking off.

~~~~~~~~

You sat there and talked to your friends, took some pictures and danced the night away. You missed having a social life. The only thing different is that you couldn't drink which was okay. You spilled the beans to your friends about your pregnancy. Maybe you shouldn't have done that but they already knew something was up when you weren't accepting your favorite wine or mixed drink. Yoongi said not to tell anyone at home, he said nothing about your old co-workers so you didn't think it would be a big deal. 

You finally made it back to your seat to take a break from mingling and dancing. You checked your phone and decided to text Yoongi but before you could hit send, you heard a voice that you didn't think you'd ever hear again. 

"Miss Nurse..It's been a while." Hoseok said walking to your table to which your smile slowly dropped. Your heart started to race and your hands started to get sweaty. As you look this man in his face, you wished Yoongi just came with you. 

The past two times Hoseok has been involved, Yoongi has crashed out both times. The third time is not the charm you want. 

"Yeah, it's been awhile. I've been keeping myself busy. I've been taking up new hobbies." You said avoiding eye contact as much as you could. You were seconds away from yapping away your nerves but you were able to hold it in. Hoseok chuckled and lifted your face to his, forcing you to make eye contact with him. "You know I like eye contact, miss nurse. I want all your attention. You have all of mine." 

It was just like the last time he got this close to you. All the air was sucked from your lungs and it was hard to breathe. He had this hold on you and you couldn't figure out how or why. You just needed to find a way to get out of this conversation as fast as you possibly could. You did not need another reason for Yoongi loose his mind. You didn't want to give Yoongi a reason to not trust you. 

"Do I still make you nervous, doll?" He whispered into your ear with a sly smirk. His lips gently grazed your earlobe sending chills down your spine. "I don't bite unless you're into things like that." 

"Hoseok." Jimin said, shaking his head to which Hoseok only chuckled before wrapping his hand around your waist to present you to the group he came with. "It's so very nice to see you again. You look very beautiful tonight" Yongbok said with a small smile before stepping closer to give you a hug, to which you hugged back. 

"Thank you, it's nice to see you and you look great as well." You smile before Hoseok chuckled.

"What about me, babydoll? How do I look?" Hoseok asked you standing closer to you, "You look great too, Hoseok." 

As much as you would love to step away from him, you couldn't. It was like your body was unable to move. You were frozen in time. It's like your body forgot how to move. It's like he had a hold over you and you couldn't break out of it. A lot like Yoongi did. 

You knew couldn't be love but it didn't feel like fear. 

"You know Jimin, Taehyung and Yongbok but," He said pointing to an unfamiliar face who looks an awful lot like Yoongi. "You may not know who this is but he's quite important. Why don't you introduce yourself?" He said looking at the other guy. 

"Of course. My name is Ji-hoon. I'm one of Yoongi's younger brothers." 

Your eyes widen as far as they possibly could go. A small part of you was excited. This was the first time you were meeting a small part of Yoongi's hidden life. You wondered how their mother would feel seeing him, you thought about how excited Yoongi would be to see him. A small smile grew on your face which only confused Ji-hoon. "I guess Hyung, only spoke good things of me if you have that reaction." He smirked. Then it dawned on you...

"Y-yoongi's y-younger brother?" you repeated, "I bet Yoongi would love to see you..." you trailed off as things started to click for you. Hoseok is not Yoongi's friend...why in the world would Ji-hoon be hanging out with him? Hoseok watched the wheels turn in your head as you backed away from the group of men. His smirk never left his lips. 

"Why are you hanging out with him? He hurt your brother. I thought you looked up to him? You and Soon-young..." Ji-hoon chuckled and shook his head.

"He's still saying that sad old story? I never looked up to him. He's a liar just like our ole' man." Ji-hoon shook his head. Your heart dropped. "Why would he lie? There's no reason for him to lie to me." 

"I mean, sweetheart...didn't he lie to you in the beginning?" Taehyung looked at you and tilt his head. "He couldn't have told you much. I don't see him or in fact...anyone around. If you knew the truth, you probably wouldn't walk around so freely. If I were you, I question who 'm sleeping with." 

Jimin was the first to notice your face fall but Hoseok was the first person to react. 

"That's enough. I'm pretty sure, what he has told her is more than enough." Hoseok said watching your demeanor change. 

Without another word, you headed to the bathroom. You didn't even look back. Not even when your co-workers called out to you. You wanted to be anywhere but here. You should have asked Soon and Yeonjun to stay, but you knew it would have went a little differently. 

A small panic ran over your body as you replayed the conversation over and over. 

"How fucking ironic is this? And of course Yoongi would be somewhere else." You rummaged through your purse, looking for your phone only to realize, you've left your phone on the table. 

"Fuck me," you said as you left the bathroom only to run into Hoseok's chest. "Oh? I think I like that idea." He smirked, backing you back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and locking it.

"This is inappropriate...we shouldn't be in here like this..." You said as your back hit the wall. Hoseok was face to face with you. But before he could say a word, all hell broke loose outside. Hoseok turned to the door and instantly held you behind him once he heard someone pounding on the door. 

"Boss, it's me. We have to get out of here. Now." Jimin said. Hoseok unlocked the door then turned to you. "Come with me. I can keep you safe." he held his hand out. "This is not-" before you could finish your thoughts, another wave of commotion and yelling forcing Hoseok to pull you into his arms and rush out the back door with the group of men he came with. 

"Let go of me! Let. Me. Go!" You said kicking and hitting his arms. Hoseok could care less. He found this quite cute of you. Soobin and Yeonjun finally ran out of the building with minimum damages but they couldn't find you anywhere. Soobin's head turned as he heard you yell out. 

"Over there- Y/N" Soobin ran over but he was a tad too late as the car was already gone. 

~~~~~~~

Your heart was racing. You were in the car of someone who your boyfriend hates as well as his younger brother who is saying Yoongi is lying to you about more stuff. You were getting overwhelmed with everything that was going on. You couldn't help but break down in tears. You couldn't tell if it was everything that just happened or if it was the baby making you feel emotional, either way you were uncomfortable. All you needed Yoongi more than anything and you couldn't even call him. You weren't  You had no idea where Soobin and Yeonjun were. You were so into your thoughts you couldn't even hear Hoseok calling you.

"Hey...come back to me." Hoseok said, pulling your face gently to his. Looking in his eyes you saw the genuineness in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, wiping your tears from your cheeks gently. You didn't know how to answer. All you wanted was Yoongi. 

"I'm sorry about that. My intention wasn't to scare you. I just knew I needed to get you out of there. I don't even know what caused that." He said truthfully. "It seems your boyfriend and father-in-law have more enemies than we know. They were there looking for you in hopes Yoongi would be there." Your heart dropped. 

"W-what?" you managed to push out.

"You should be a little more careful from here on out. You are a sweet girl and I don't want to see your name in the news because of Yoongi's selfishness. How long did you go to school for, to become a nurse? And you gave it up. You may not be aware but I remember all the conversations you had with my brother, how hard it was. All the hard nights studying, the tests, the classes, everything, for a man who can't be honest with you?" Ji-hoon added. 

Hoseok looked at Jimin and Ji-hoon with the deadliest stare he could. Hoseok could see the change in your demeanor. They were scaring you more than anything. They weren't being helpful. He agreed with them, but there was a reason why Yoongi didn't tell you everything and he can see it all over your face right now. You were sensitive. Too sensitive to be in this life. You just looked down at your hands, playing with the hem of your dress. The nerves in your stomach plus being pregnant was making you sick to your stomach. You became pale and your face was dripping with sweat. 

"Hey, miss nurse? Are you okay? Do you need something?" Jimin asked which you mentally thanked them for being concerned but honestly with all of them getting closer to you only made you more nauseous. "Get her some water, she looks sick." Ji-hoon said to which Yongbok handed you an opened water bottle and Taehyung turn the AC up. You took a few sips which did nothing to make you feel better but somehow, you were able to hold it in. 

"Sir, Where do I drop her off?" Hoseok's driver asked. Hoseok didn't take his eyes off of you. 

"Drop her off at Yoongi's father's home. We may not be able to drop her at her home but we can at least do that." Taehyung said. 

"Yes sir. We are five minutes away" 

You kept your head down as your hands started to fumble the water bottle. Hoseok placed his hand over yours, breaking you out of your trance. Hoseok looked into your eyes and moved your hair behind your ear before giving you a small smile. 

"You don't have to say anything about this night. At least when it comes to this. I'm pretty sure Yoongi would lose his mind if he found out we were this close. I'll keep my word and I won't tell them this ever happen. If you decide to, then that's your choice. I know his temper and I'll back you up, one hundred percent." You nodded slowly, finally disassociating yourself from the conversation and looked back out the window, relieved that you saw Min's place just steps away. Without another word, you got out of the car. You walked to the gates of Min's place when you heard Hoseok's car pull off. When you were for certain they were gone, you started to walk in the direction of home. 

You let all your emotions out. Knowing that someone is actively looking for you just because you are with Yoongi is overwhelming. Then being that close to Hoseok and meeting Ji-hoon didn't help one bit. There was so much more that Yoongi hasn't told you and you cursed yourself for not asking the proper questions when he first mentioned it. You shouldn't have been so accepting. You should have pushed back when it came to quitting your career, the one you worked so hard to achieve. Yoongi had a lot more explaining to do. Honestly, you wondered if you even wanted to know. 

"Y/n?" 

You turned around to see Min, Kim, and Namjoon all in a car heading out somewhere. 

"Are you okay? What are you doing out here?" Min asked full of concern. 

You couldn't give them a proper answer. All you could do is cry before the world around you became black. 

"Y/N-" 

~~~~~~~~~

[b0n3s-is-gay]

I loved your breeding kink with dal and soda, can you do one with darry?

Of course I can, I do love me some Darry Smut since this man doesn't get the appreciation that he deserves.

Me + You = A New

Synopsis: Darry doesn't know what started this whole "I wanna baby" thing.. Probably just watching his girlfriend take care of the gang, the little mundane things she does for them... All he knows is that he wants to get her pregnant like, yesterday.

Tags/CWs: Smut, There's some plot here for once, breeding kink, Mommy kink(?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, praise, pet names, allusions to breastfeeding kink (if you squint), fem reader, fluffy smut, set after the events of the book/movie.

AN: I should be writing my editorial for Journalism about the death penalty, but I'm writing smut. What does that say about my life?

(credit for the banner: @ioveartfilm)

"Pony, come on... Trigonometry is not that hard. Remember SOH CAH TOA. Sine is Opposite over Hypotenuse, Cosine is Adjacent over Hypotenuse, and Tan is Opposite over Adjacent." She explained gently as she sewed a button back onto Sodapop's shirt.

Darry watched from his chair, watching as she interacted with his younger brothers. Ponyboy was getting help from her as he did his Trigonometry homework and Sodapop was asking her for help repairing his work shirts. It was nice, but the house was missing something... Something that Darry wanted.

Kids.

That was what Darry wanted, more than anything. Darry wanted kids. It was either the thought of having kids with the women he loved, surrounded with the people he loved. Or... Maybe it was the thought of getting her pregnant, knowing it was his kid that she was carrying.

"You got it, Pony? You understand the assignment now?" She asked, her soft voice drawing Darry out of his breeding filled fantasy. She had just finished fixing Sodapop's shirt and she was now focused solely on helping Ponyboy with his homework.

Ponyboy nodded as she stood up and went to Sodapop and Ponyboy's room to put Soda's work shirt in their dresser. Leaving Darry to his thoughts and the quiet scratching of Pony's pencil against his paper. Sighing, Darry followed after her. He watched her as she handed Soda his shirt before turning to leave, ending up running into Darry's chest. "Darry, sweet heart, mind moving?" She smiled as she looked up at his face. God that smile, if they were to ever have kids... He'd want them to have her smile and his eyes. It was just a thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted that to be a reality. "Yeah..." Darry nodded and stepped to the side, watching her head to the master bedroom to get into something more comfortable. Not even a moment later, he follows behind her, wanting to talk.

They had talked of kids before, of the future. Marriage was on the table, later down the line of course. Kids were in the fold, regardless of marital status. After all, they weren't struggling as much as they were when Ponyboy was in 9th grade. Maybe, just fucking maybe a bit of tongue work could work.

"Darry, what's on your mind? Since you walked through that door tonight, you've been watching me and the boys like a hawk. Is something wrong?" She spoke when she noticed him enter their room, her clothes already halfway to the floor.

Darry frowned as he sat down on the edge of their bed, watching her change. He couldn't say much with what his mind was thinking... Swollen breasts and a pregnant belly... Ah hell, won't kill me to tell her.

"I want kids, hon. I want to have a baby with you." He said after a minute. Making her stop in her tracks, her task of changing being forgotten. She looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, asking him to explain.

Darry, ever the mature person, didn't know how to explain it better. So rather than taking a step back and coming up with a better way to talk about it, just spilt his guts. "I watch how you interact with the gang, my brothers, and your nieces. And fuck... It makes me think of how much we can have, the kids we could have."

Darry paused for a minute, watching her face before continuing. "I can't stop thinking about it. We're not struggling for money like we were when Pony was in 9th grade. We have the money and the though of seeing you holding our child just makes me feel happy."

"Well... That was out of left field, but I don't see why not. But are you sure you want this? I mean, kids are a big step in any relationship, take a lot of money, and take a lot of time. And while we aren't struggling, are you sure it's a good idea for our kids to be brought into the world while there's a war goin' on?" She pointed out, all things true.

Darry nodded his head as he leaned back on their bed, resting on his elbows. "I'm sure... I just wanna know if you want that, if you want a family with me." His voice was soft, a drastic difference than what he usually presented.

She shook her head and smiled before climbing onto his lap, just in her underwear and bra. "Darrel, you ain't gotta ask me twice." She whispered as she slowly pushed a hand under his shirt and splayed her hand against his muscles.

A smile slowly formed on his lips before he leaned up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Soft slowly melted into desperation as his hands found the back of her neck to pull her closer. Darry licked her bottom lip and smiled as she opened her mouth to him.

And that's all it took for him. Desperation took root, tongues and teeth were added to the mix, hands roaming her bare body as she helped him take off his clothes.

"Shit... You look so sexy Darrel..." She whispered when she pushed him back, panting as her eyes wandered over the newly exposed skin, ripe for the marking. Dreams were short lived as Darry swapped their positions. Darry on top because he just couldn't let his chance slip through his fingers like sand in an hour glass.

"Not as sexy as you'll be.. 'm gonna make you a momma... You want that? You want to be swollen and filled with my babies?" He panted as he unbuckled his jeans, his cock already hard and leaking. The promise of getting her pregnant was just so tantalizing.

Darry didn't give her a chance to answer before he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb starting to rub circles on her clit. "Hell... I can imagine it right now, I can feel it in my soul that we're gonna have a daughter. Shit... You're soaked..." He rambled while still fingering her, adding another finger into the mix.

"Darry, just fuck me... Make me a mommy..." She whispered as she pulled him down by the back of the neck, whispering in his ear.

That was all he needed, knowing she needed this just as much as he did. Darry pulled his fingers out after he deemed her prepped enough. "Fuck... Gonna put a baby in you, gonna make you mine..."

Darry rubbed the head of his dick in her folds, his tip catching on her clit before he slowly sank inside her. He sighed as he was squeezed, enjoying this as he gently moved his calloused hands to her hips. Darry closed his eyes as he leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of her neck, biting down to muffle his groans of pleasure.

"Shit... Darry, move, please..." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him to move as she slowly grinded up to get some stimulation. Darry, ever the gentleman, listened to her begging tone and started to slowly thrust.

His head remained on her shoulder, his hot breath and small words of praises fanning against her skin. "Damn babe... You look so pretty, feel even better..." Darry murmured as he slowly started to speed up.

"Can't wait for you to be swollen with my kids, everyone will know you're My. Girl..." Darry sighed as he pulled back to look at her, punctuating his words with a hard roll of his hips. "You'll be a pretty mommy, taking such good care of 'em.."

She smiled as she pulled him down for a kiss, using it to muffle her moans of pleasure. "Gonna be a good mommy..." She whispered against his lips while he slowly lost himself in the thought of getting her knocked up.

"Shit... Gonna cum..." She whispered after a particularly rough thrust against her g-spot, her clit rubbing against his taut muscles. Darry licked his lips as he sped up again, signaling that he was about to cum too.

"Fuck... Fuuck..." Darry moaned against her ear as he reached down to rub her clit, felling her clench around him the second he touched the bundle of nerves. "Mmph.... Come on pretty girl, cum for me..."

"Dar... Darry fuck... Darry!" She moaned against his lips, clenching around him as she came. Darry wasn't far behind her as he fucked his seed into her cunt, moaning softly against her skin before he relaxed.

"Holy shit..." Darry whispered as he calmed down, still holding her hips. "Round 2?"

[munsonsfairy]

cowboy cowboy 🍒🥧🤎

ib layout: @beforeimdeceased

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ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sees you pulled over to the side of the road looking into the hood of your old truck. he sees you standing in front of it with no clue of what is wrong.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who’s voice is sweet and warm like apple pie. his dimples have you giggling like a high school girl.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who refuses to take your money after fixing your truck, but does say, “i think a home cooked meal will do the trick, sweet girl.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who shows up to your door in white shirt and blue jeans that hug his legs in all the right places. he has a bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in newspaper and you swear you could kiss him.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who could instantly melt seeing you in an apron with a floral dress underneath. the porch light shines the color of your eyes just right and he wishes he could stare at them forever.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who blushes when you pull him into a hug giving him a chance to smell your perfume.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sits at the table and watches you do your things in the kitchen. you’re babbling about your job at the local nursery and he can’t help but admire how animated you get while talking.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who wishes he kissed you that night after dinner, but he promises himself next time.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who talks real slow ‘cause his uncle is in the other sleeping before work.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who takes you driving through the backroads. you’re sitting shotgun with your hair undone in the front seat of his truck.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who lays with you in the back of his chevy truck to look up at the stars. when he looks up, he just stares at you with love and whispers, “the way your eyes shine puts these indiana stars to shame.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who promises to build you the life you dream of. he probably can’t buy it but he will try his hardest to give you everything you deserve.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who kisses you that night under the stars. it’s passionate and breathless. his rough hands hold you close to him as if he’s scared you’ll disappear.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who’s favorite thing to do after a long day is sit on the porch swing with you cuddled into his chest. he will sometimes smoke a cigarette or sip on some warm honey tea you made. (it’s usually the tea lol).

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who stopped his truck during a tim mcgraw song and dragged you in front of the headlights just to slow dance. your head laid on his chest and it suddenly felt like home.

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ꕥ cowboy!eddie who has you pinned down in the back of his truck. his mouth leaves sloppy kisses on your neck while he thrusts deep inside you.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who whimpers when you pull his hair while his tongue laps around your clit. his rough fingers fill up your hole having you cry tears of pleasure.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who makes you rub yourself against his bulge when you give him an attitude. he sits back smoking a cigarette while you cry and leave marks all over him — begging him to have his way with you.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who ties you up in the barn and has his way with you when he needs a break from working. the warm breeze hardens your nipples making eddie lose his mind.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who is the sweetest man ever to your parents only to have you bent over the sink while you’re washing dishes. you see his reflection in the window with his shirt unbuttoned and sweat dripping down his chest.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who wants to make you barefoot and pregnant so always finds a chance to fill you up. loves to watch his cum leak out of your abused pussy then uses two fingers to fuck it back inside. doing this only makes him hard again, “gotta make sure it stays inside sweet girl.”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who watches you from across the ranch. you’re wearing your a cami with your panties — his favorite too. he has his hands on his hips with a smirk on his lips. you’re “watering the flowers,” but he knows damn well what you’re doing. “saw you lookin’ so cute from other there. think i don’t know what what you’re doing?”

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who isn’t giving you enough attention so you lay in his truck with nothing on. he hears your whimpering along with your wet pussy being fucked by your dildo. he’ll stand in front of the door and lean in making his muscles more prominent only sending you over the edge. eddie eddie eddie is all he hears. he licks his lips when he sees you cum all around the toy.

ꕥ cowboy!eddie who sits you at the edge of the tailgate with your legs wide open for him. your fingers are buried in his head of curls. his hand reaches up for your tits when his tongue flicks your clit. when you try to hide your moans, he squeezes your cheeks open with his rough hand then slaps you. “next time it’ll be harder if you don’t let me hear those pretty noises.”