#Gunna be continuing my response break today

[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

My desktop pc is back home. I hope it cooperates finally.

[introloves]

I feel like bokuto would be the type of husband to genuinely, and l mean GENUINELY, not understand why you would masturbate. he would catch you and give you the saddest puppy dog eyes like “am I not giving you enough orgasms babe? if you want more I can give you more” and proceed to tie you to the bed, overstim you and say how pretty you are and that is is what good husbands do for their wives

— husband! bokuto + full nelson + possessive! bo + manhandling + praise + wife! reader + f! reader

‘it’s okay’, he thinks when he sees you- ass up on the bed, fingers stuffed into your cunt, wet to the wrist with remnants of orgasms or arousal-he doesn’t know which, doesn’t care frankly, weakly pumping three fingers in and out, hand squished between your own thighs.

it’s okay because the way the diamonds on your ring finger shines, polished by all the wetness reminds him that you’re his- maybe he’s been neglecting you, maybe you’re tired of him, maybe you knew he’d been coming home early- maybe you were just insatiable.

but all bad thoughts are pushed aside when he hears you squeak out his name pitifully, nearly on the verge of tears, and then he thinks he knows why your hand is drenched-

“it’s okay.” he whispers when he stands at the edge of the bed, seeing you jump and try to scramble, going limp when you realize it’s him- shoulders being pushed up and off the bed, tugged towards him.

“needed me?” bokuto questions, husky and deep.

“yes.” your response is immediate and whiny, shivering with the failed attempts to cum- you try and tell him, but his arms wrap under your arms, snaking up until his hands are placed snugly onto your head, fingers interlocking- shoving your head down, arms dangling as he shoves his cock in, no resistance to your already stretched hole- something you had done for him already.

“‘taro!” you squeal with the pace he sets from the get go, not bothering to warm you up to it. he pulls you down, forcing you to spread your legs open, and you do so graciously, submissive to anything he wants,

and he wants you to feel his heavy balls slap your clit while he pounds into his cunt.

“try to touch yourself now.” he hisses right into your ear, grunting against the squelching of your pussy taking him in.

you squeal, of course you do, can’t do nothing else when you can barely even see, the bounce of your body as he rails you makes the room look blurry, even more so when tears form against your eyelashes as your orgasm comes too early.

he knows it’s coming too, watching your pretty hands, soft from not doing a lick of hard work ever (thanks to him), flail around, balling up into fists in desperation, streams of your arousal dripping onto the bed and his balls while he continues his pace.

bokuto nearly never breaks a sweat when he fucks you, but today there’s a line of sweat beading his hairline.

“cum for me pretty girl, cum cause i know you can’t without me.” he groans, chest puffing out in pride when you do just that, screaming his name while you try and curl in on yourself.

his hold doesn’t let you, feeling you fight it- cooing the whole time, telling you it’s okay, he’s got you.

your cum drips down his cock, creaming the thatch of hair curling ‘round the base and he smiles.

“good girl.”

your koutarou gives you a small mercy, stilling his still hard cock while you squirm, seeing stars at finally feeling the release you couldn’t bring yourself, heaving while you tried to regain some sanity.

“thank you.” you mumble, tongue heavy with the way he just fucked you-

“you’re welcome pretty girl- but...” he shifts, releasing your arms, letting your head come up, kissing your nape with a tender kiss.

“it’s my turn- you can thank me by being good and letting me fuck what belongs to me... yeah?” his voice is sweet and kind- excited, fervor laced in every word.

he coos while guiding you back down, hand splayed onto your back, pinning you down once more.

“gunna let your husband ruin this cunt, aren’t you?”

you nod, biting back a scream when he slips out and slams back in, knocking the wind out of you, the hand on your back pressing down more cause you start to wiggle. the silver band on his finger gleams in the soft lighting of your room, squeezing around the veins trailing down his digits.

each pass of his dick inside your spasming walls means something, he wants to drill it into your head that no one would make you feel as good as he does,

not even you.

he knows you get it, knows you understand when you’re four orgasms in, his hand pressed onto your head- shoving it into the puddle of drool you’ve left, and he’s finally cum, grunting with every spurt of hot cum filling you up.

you say it willingly, say it with a warbled voice, spent and raspy from your screams-

“this pussy is all yours.”

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[kaeyahiya]

How are you?

Can i, please, ask about Kaeya's s/o singing to him when they're just cuddling together?

Thanks for the attention. I wish you a good day <3

I'm great, thanks for asking 💞 I can absolutely do that for you! This is kinda angsty and I totally didn't mean to take that approach but once I started writing it I couldn't stop. It has a happy ending though, I promise.

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Songs of Sorrows (Kayea x [GN]Reader ANGST)

Warnings: Implied Abyss Order Kaeya, mentions of battle injuries, reverse comfort, and a shit ton of angst (with a happier end)

A/N: I haven't written angst in a while and I forgot how painful it is 😭 I'm almost done with a more fluffy request so if this isn't your cup of tea, more content is on the way! Please enjoy 😌

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It was a long day for both of you and Kaeya. You had been out on a mission with him, Jean and Amber. Kaeya had disappeared halfway through the mission, it was a common occurrence but your whole team suffered greatly because of it this time. While he was gone an you all played right into the Abyss Orders trap and got ambushed. You all made it okay but you all were pretty beat up. Tired and covered with bruises you all trudged back towards the gates of Mondstat.

Kaeya met up with you all on the way back. Shooting an apologetic glance in your direction before clumsily explaining an excuse of why he wasn't there to Jean. On your way back Jean mentioned that you all need to have a talk about today failures tomorrow, but for now it was late and you all went your separate ways and to your respective homes.

The silence of the sleepy streets of Mondstat were deafening. Kaeya was unusually quiet on the walk back to your shared home. He was also pretty beat up despite not being there for the bulk of the fight. He glanced over at you every so often, probably taking in your battered form as well. You wanted to yell at him and ask him where he was, but you know his own demons and had his reasons. It doesn't mean you couldn't be absolutely furious with him.

Making it to your front door; you unlocked it and trudged through, kicking off your shoes and flopped face down on your bed. You heard Kaeya close the door behind him and sit down on the edge of the bed. You turn your head to peak at him, and your soul was utterly crushed by the look on his face.

He sat there his fists balled up in tight fists, he was obviously fighting back tears and was slightly trembling. You'd never seen Kaeya so raw with emotion for as long as you knew him. You cautiously sat up and scooted next to him, placing a gentle hand on his knee. "Do you hate me?" he asks, in a voice so small you could've sworn you imagined it. "No." you sigh. "I'm mad at you, but I don't hate you."

You wrap your arms around him and pull him down on the bed to lie down with you. "Our clothes are dirty and we both smell. We're gunna have to wash the sheets tomorrow." He mumbles in protest into your chest. "Kaeya, I don't know what happened on your end and I know you have your reasons yo can't tell me right now... However I'm just glad your safe." you whisper. He stiffens in your arm before wrapping his own arms around you squeezing you tight.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, you arm travels up to his hair gently playing with it. "I'm so sorry." He chokes out. "I know." you respond.

As you play with his hair you start to sing softly to him. You feel him tremble softly, you can't see his face but your shift is slightly damp so you can only assume he's crying. You had never seen Kaeya cry ever, all you could do right now is support him in the only way you knew how.

You continue to sing softly, lulling Kayea through his sobs. Eventually he sniffle and looks up at you with puffy eyes. "I love you so much, it scares me to think about all the ways I can do you wrong... I'm not a good person and I'm worried once you see that you'll leave me." You caress his cheek softly. "Kaeya my love, we all have our demons. Some of them we can over come and some of them will haunt us forever. Just know I'm on your side no matter what, I know you think your a bad person but I know you have a fuck ton of good in you." You grin at him. "I love all of you, demons included." he's quiet again, process your words with his eyebrows tightly knitted together. Eventually he sniffles again. "Thank you. You don't know how much that means to me."

Kaeya burries his face back into your chest, and you go back to idly playing with his hair and singing a nameless tune. Eventually he breaks away from you and smiles at you. "I'm feeling a bit better now thank you." You kiss his forehead. "Anytime."

"By the way, you have a really nice voice. I didn't know you were a singer." You shrug in response. "My mom used to sing to me when I was upset or anxious when I was younger to calm me down. I guess I picked up her habits." He chuckles softly and you relax slightly know he's feeling better enough to at least laugh. "Well in the future, I'll come to you when I'm anxious so you can sing me out of my troubles, okay?" He pull you into another cuddly embrace. "I would be honored to do so my love. Say the word and I'll be there to help."

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[abandoned-ax]

Im on the team pt - 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Haikyuu x ftm reader

Summery: 1st day of the training camp

When we came back for the longer training camp I was much more relaxed. Last time it was only one night but just a few weeks later and were back. Everyone’s been starting to try new things, I think last training camp had everyone realizing we don’t match up at all. Iv been working with Noya a bit more on receiving and everything a libero does as well as working with Tanaka on spiking. But the most interesting thing Iv been doing is helping Kagayama out, he’s working on a new kind of set and asked me if I would throw for him one day after practice, I was hanging back a bit myself just not wanting to leave the gym and so I decided to help him out. I’m seeing a new side to him I didn’t know, I’m used to seeing him as the perfect setter like he could do anything, but seeing him struggling and frustrated is new. The day before we left for training camp we were practicing his set and he got angrier then I had ever seen him, he threw the ball and shouted.

“Ahhhhhh! Why can’t I get it!”

I’m immediately on the ground trying to figure out what to do to help calm him down, but the only thing I can think of that he likes is volleyball. Sooo

“Kageyama!” He pauses to look at me, “umm I was wondering if you wanted to take a break from your set and maybe help me with mine instead.” I guess that got him to pause since he was now just looking at me, “is just Iv been wanting to work on it for a while now but it’s just, your so good at it and I just wanted to ask for some pointers, and it just seems like you could use a break so.” His breathing has started to even out a bit more, he looks a bit caught off guard.

“Ughh yeah I can do that.” So for the next half hour we worked ok my set, I made sure to praise and complement him on his set to make sure he knew how talented he was, I’m sure working so hard on a set and not being able to get it is really frustrating. After a while we were both tired so we moved to sit down drinking our water in silence.

“Thank you for helping me out, and you know for calming me down.” His voice got quieter as the sentence went on but I understood what he was getting at.

“It’s all good kageyama. I bet it’s frustrating.” He looks over at me and we make eye contact, it’s nice.

“Iv always been able to get it, and I just haven’t had to do something new like that in a while.”

“I know it’s frustrating, and I know I don’t know a lot about volleyball but even I know your one of the most talented players, you’ll get it, it’s just going to take a bit of time.”

“Thanks (Y/N)”

I smile over at him happy I could help in anyway, he pulls out his phone to check the time, “holy shit it’s late.” I look over at his phone and realize it’s 12:30 already!

“Oh wow.” Kagayama looks over at me and we start laughing, both realizing how wild it is that we stayed here for that long, “oh my god our buss to head to training camp is going to be here is like 4 hours!” Kagayama starts laughing louder.

“Holy shut we should head home huh?!” Both of us calm down our giggles before moving to walk home, we walk mostly together till we half to part ways, “well I’ll see you in a few hours Kags.”

He smiles at me a little “yeah I’ll see you in a few hours.” And with that we split ways.

It’s before the sun comes up that we have to be at the busses so naturally everyone is very tired. I meet Tsuki and Yams there but once Kagayama shows up I move over to him, he’s looking through his bag and so I ask “making sure you packed everything?” He look up startled but his gaze softens when he sees it’s me, “yeah after how late we got home last night I didn’t really have time to pack properly.” I giggle at him, “lucky I pack like a week in advance.” He chuckles “maybe I should start doing that to huh.” Coach gives a little speech and tells us all to get on the bus, I was originally planning on sitting wish Tsuki and Yams but they ended up sitting together and Kags asked if I wanted to sit with him so that’s what I did. Not long into the drive I ended up falling asleep with my head on Kagayamas shoulder, and he fell asleep with his on my head. But we were rudely awoken by Daichi “come on idiots were here.” I know I have a massive blush in my face so I get up and move to get off the bus quickly, I hear Daichi chuckle at us but ignore it and move quickly, one off the bus I move to find Tsuki and Yams, “so I see you’ve become friends with the king?” Tsuki says skeptically, “oh shut it Tsuki.” Yams laughs at us as we see Nekoma come out to greet us.

I walk over to where Kenma is talking to Hinata excited to see him again since we talked a bit at the last training camp and he seems super cool, “hey Kenma!” He looks away from Hinata and smiles at me “hey (Y/N), I was just talking to Hinata about the camp.”

“Oh yeah! It’s in a different place, do you know why?” Kenma chuckles at that question “yeah it’s a bigger space and a bit cooler here, but there’s a lot of bugs.”

“Fuck I should have brought bug spray.”

“It’s ok you can use mine if you wanna,” he says smiling a bit.

“Are you sure that would be ok?”

“Yeah I don’t mind!”

“Thanks Kennma.” I smile at him but the moment is cut short by a super tall guy yelling over at Hinata “hey did you grow taller yet?!” The two start bickering and I give Kenma a surprised look,

“that’s Lev, he’s the new kid for us.”

I giggle at the distressed look he gets looking over at the tall kid.

“I’m guessing he’s...a lot.”

“How’d you know?”

“I mean he did interrupt our conversation by yelling at Hinata about his height.” Kenma laughs at that.

“So (Y/N) you play any video games?” Me and Kenma talked the entire walk to Karasanos room, finding we have quite a bit in common, from our love of the same video games to our inability to sleep most nights. He’s nice to talk to, his calm and quiet tone is relaxing to listen to and his more subtle demeanor is cute.

We all put our bags in the room and got ready for our first game today. I didn’t play in the first few, but after a couple they switched me into the libero spot for a while and then I played middle blocker. We aren’t doing too good tho, haven’t won a single game, and after the 8th time doing the run for the loosing team I think I’m gunna die. When the end of the day came around we all collapsed after our last run.

“Ughhh I don’t think I can breath” I hear tanaka yell.

“We lost every game, how’d we lose every game.” Suga asked

We looked into the gym to watch the one game that’s still going, we are nowhere near that level. Daichi sits up and says he’s going to work on the synchronized attack, so everyone started to scatter.

I look over and see Tsuki walking away from the gym most of our team was using and Yams yells over at him “you aren’t going to practice Tsuki?” Tsuki turns around “no, we practice enough already.” And starts walking away, I knew Yams was probably itching to go practice his serve so I tell him, “go, I’ll follow the giraffe.” He smiles gratefully at me and I starts chasing after the blond boy.

“Tsuki wait up!” He doesn’t turn around so I start running faster till I catch up with him. “ughhh why are your legs so long!”

“There not that long yours are just short.”

We pause for a moment, it’s awkward. Me and Tsuki have never had an awkward moment, I don’t like it.

“Aren’t you going to practice?”

“No, we do that enough, everyday for hours we practice, I’m done for the night.”

I’m so lost on what to do at this point, I want him to come practice but I can’t force him too,

“Hey glasses kid,” I hear a voice say and turn around Tsuki stopping in his place, “oh and (Y/N)” it’s Kuroo from Nekoma.

“You guys wanna come practice with us? We could use another blocker!” I look over to Tsuki hopefully, maybe this will be the opportunity to get him motivated. Tsuki looks up and with the fakest smile on his face he says “sorry, I’m all done for the night.”

Kuroo and one of the other guys I think from Fukurodani are both appalled by his response,

“You know he may not look it but he’s one of the top 5 aces is Japan.”

The owl looking guy stands up taller and puffs out his chest looking proud. It’s cute!

“Yeah I think he’s still upset he’s not in the top 3 anymore.” I chuckle, there fun, you can tell they all joke around a lot.

“Well I’m in.” I say walking up to the gym and yelling back at Tsuki “don’t make me do this alone.” The three others stay in the door continuing to try and convince Tsuki to join.

I’m walking through but jump when I her “oh hi” from the floor, looking down it’s the tall kid who was talking to Hinata earlier. He looks like a baby dear before it can walk!

“What happened to you?”

“Kuroo did.” I laugh back at him. He sits up more going over to sit agains the wall and I move to sit next you him.

“Your a first year right? How long have you been playing?” A guy like him is clearly a powerhouse, I assume he’s been playing for years.

“Oh I just started!” He says with a goofy grin on his face,

“You just started!!”

“Hey! How long have you been playing!” He says in an amusing accusatory tone

“Well, I kinda just started too!”

“Haha were tied.” I smile over at him, he looks kinda intimidating but he certainly doesn’t act it as he giggles at our interaction. I think back to when I first saw him earlier he was with Kennma, I wonder where he is?

“Hey your on the team with Kennma right, I just talked to him earlier today and haven’t seen him around much since?”

“Oh Kennma?” I hear Kuroo yell jogging over to us “he went to go play some video games, he’s not really the type that needs to practice, nor do I think we could get him too!” He chuckles.

“Oh that reminds me! Did you get Tsuki to join?”

Kuroo gets a cocky smile on his face looking over his shoulder to see Tsuki looking angry. I get up but before I Kuroo I say “great, you made our tall guy with glasses angry.” I laugh at him sarcastically, he laughs back loudly and we go to start our first practice game of many.

An: hey guys sorry it’s been too long, I’m currently thinking I’ll make this a Kenma x Reader X Kuroo or maybe a Tsuki X reader not sure yet!! Let me know what you think!!!

[cuddlesslut]

Memories

Part three to Home

Suna x fem reader

Atsumu x fem reader

Tags: still angst, light fluff, just a lot of Suna simping.

AN// let me know if you want me to continue the story.

Part Two: Silence

Part Four: Chance Encounters

You were the most beautiful girl Suna had ever seen. When he saw you that first day of school it was like the clouds in his normally dreary day parted and he could feel the sun. You weren’t in the same class much to his dismay. That didn’t stop the middle blocker from searching for your face in the crowds of the halls or the cafeteria. Though it was rare he stilled catch some glimpses. In those moments a war waged in his mind part of him wanted to go introduce himself, he wanted to know your name. To just be around you. But another side of his brain forbid that. Stating that he was fine were he was he would just interrupt your day. What would he even say to you. Hi I’m Suna I’ve been watching you since the first and even though I know next to nothing about you I can’t get you out of my head..... yeah no. He’d just sit back and wait for opportunity to knock. Suna curses himself for his laziness. He can’t describe how his heart stop the day his friend brought you to practice and introduce you as his girlfriend.

Though he kept his composure he felt as though the air was stolen from his lungs. This is the closesest he had ever to been to you and it was overwhelming to say the least. You stood there at Atsumu’s side smiling and greeting the team memebers and when your attention drew to Suna he realized his favorite thing about you was your eyes. You beautiful (e/c) eyes shown with so much light and happiness. When you smiled you smiled with your eyes, always getting this cute little crinkle. He shook his head at these feelings. You were taken and by one of his friends no less.

From that moment on you presence was always close by joining the boys for lunch or stopping by practice with little snacks you had made the team. Suna almost resents how easy he gets along with you. How simple it is to fall into a banter with you. He hates how calming it is when you’d sit next to him and laugh as you showed him some meme. He wanted to be annoyed with you ever time you’d put your foot down and insist he let you wrap his finger after a bad block. But he couldn’t you were just such a caring person. He’d try and give you some petty insults, maybe if he caused a rift between the two of you he’d feel better, maybe then if there was more space between you he’d feel less guilty for always being enraptured by you. But you’d always snap back with something just as clever or petty. You could go toe to toe in trading insults but both of you knew neither of you meant it. You’d always break out into that breathtaking smile after a few rounds of back and forth. He realized soon that he’d much rather keep you in his life as a friend even if he could never have you because at least he’d still see that smile. At least as your best friend he’d still see your eyes shine bright and he could take a small pleasure in knowing he brought some of that happiness.

“You need to calm down,” Suna turned to see Osamu taking the seat on the bench next to him.

Suna's hands run through his hair gripping the roots in frustration as he let out a yell.

“How the fuck am I supposed to be calm, she could be hurt or missing, and that ass is just sitting there! Two weeks! Lord knows what could have happened by now.” Hes shaking part of him wants to go back up and give Atsumu a few more licks but he knows no good will come from it.

“YN is a grown woman and she’s smart and strong and you know damn well she’d bitch you out right now for thinking she couldn’t handle herself,” the former ace chuckled.

“I’d much rather her here bitching cause at least then she’d be here,” he groaned rubbing his hand down his legs trying to let out some of his nerves. “Did you know?” He asked the grey haired twin.

Samu gave his quick glare of offense. “Absolutely not believe me if I’d known I would have been the one to deck him , you just beat me to it.”

“The last i heard from her was her birthday, maybe if I’d had stopped by and brought the Onigiri myself I could have been there for her,” he sighs.

“We’ll find her don’t worry,” his friend pats his back, “and then you can finally confess,”he smiles.

“I’m that obvious huh,” he sighed.

Samu let a loud laugh “ OH PLEASE we all knew, well maybe not YN she can be kinda blind ya’know,”

Suna shook his head laughing. He has to see you.

They returned home today from nationals. The loss to Karasuno was really starting to sink in now that was Suna was home sitting in his room alone the house quiet. He laid there berating himself for balls he failed to block. If I had just done better maybe my team would still be playing. Maybe - he was disrupted from his thoughts by the chime of the door bell. His parents were out of town this weekend. They had assumed like many Inarizaki would still be out in Tokyo fighting for first place. It was fine though Suna was used to being alone. But that just confused him more as he made his way to the door. Who could possibly be here. All he can say is he’d never except to open the door and see you standing there. Like always you stole his breath away.

“What yer not gunna let me in,” you teased “and to think I brought you snacks!” He just realized now she was carrying a grocery bag that looked pretty heavy.

“Give me that ya Dummy,” he said taking away the snacks, he stepped to the side allowing her entry.

“I figured you were hungry, but try to save me some,” she giggled. Suna just rolled his eyes as she took a seat on his couch.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned taking his seat beside her making sure to leave a respectable distance. Though he wants nothing more than to hold you close. He dismisses the thought as he rummages threw the goodies waiting for your response. He smiles seeing the package of milk bread you bought. He took it out and tossed it to you knowing it was your favorite. You smile and give a slight nod as a thank you.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to be alone after the game, I know your probably thinking a whole bunch of nonsense right now aren’t ya?” She looked at him with a solem but knowing look. He cursed how well you knew him. Seeing as he had been doing just that before your arrival. His heart squeezed at the thought of you wanting to comfort him. It almost gives him a slight hope. What about Atsumu, he lost that game too.

“Why aren’t you with you boyfriend, he’s probably taking it harder than me,” he asks knowing he might ruin this little fantasy he has here with you. He sees a sad look cross your face at the mention of the setter. It’s not a look Suna wants to keep seeing.

“You’re right about that, Tsmu’s having a tough go of it,” she gave a soft smile. “But he said he didn’t want my pity and asked I leave,” Suna could see your eyes get a little glassy thinking back to the conversation.

“He’s an Ass.” The middle blocker states plainly.

“He’s just got a lot of emotions right now and wants his space, it’s okay.” But Suna can see your hurt. He knows it wont do any good to keep talking about it.

“His loss, now I get all of the snacks,” pulling out a bag of chips. “Want to watch a movie?”

That’s how the evening went the both of you curled up on the couch Suna had brought down some pillows and blankets and he wouldn’t lie he loved seeing you wrapped in his comforter. You went on and on about this anime you started and you nearly died when he agreed to let you show it to him, pumping your fist in the air going off about your favorite character and how he’s totally going to love him. Suna looks over at you and your wearing the biggest smile eyes wide with joy. This is will always be his favorite moment he thinks.

He’s right that moment still sticks out in his mind. He has plenty of great memories but that one right there is his favorite. He’s been thinking back on a lot of his memories of you lately.

It’s been seven months since your birthday and no one in your former circle new anything about where you were. You hadn’t talked to anyone. Your number was no longer in service and all of you socials have gone silent.

After a couple of days of looking for you Suna was ready to go to the Police and report you missing, ready to call every hospital and pray you are safe. At this point that’s all that matters to him. He can’t bare to think about anything bad happening to you but it’s hard to keep his mind out of the dark place. Osamu was the one to stop him. Luckily they had gotten in touch with their former captain and while Kita was sorry to hear about the situation and very disappointed in his junior for his actions. Every one was upset with Atsumu for his actions. Kita was gladly willing to help in the search. Still being in their home town he was able to pay your parents a quick visit. And while he was happy he could inform them both that your parents had heard from you the other day so your fine. That was all your parents could tell him, stating that you had requested to keep your privacy not wanting to talk to anyone. So while they knew the biggest detail they still knew nothing.

It hurt Suna the most. How could you just cut him off like that. You were the most important person to him how could you not know that. He fretted. He knows your hurting but why did you have to cut all of them off most importantly him. Part of him was so incredibly angry how could you not even say goodbye to him. Did his friendship really mean that little to you. But another part of him understood that he couldn’t possibly know what you are going through. All he knew is how much he missed your smiling eyes. He would give everything to see you again.

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Insulted

Sum: Virgil works at a coffee shop and Remus is annoying. Annoyingly pretty.

Pair: Virgil/Remus, Dukexiety

Written for @dukexietyweek! Day 4: Coffee (Shop)

Warnings: Lots of swearing, mentions of the word pedophile in reference to Remus’ mustache, insulting remarks towards customers, some awkwardy mild panic feels, mostly stupid interactions.

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Roasted is a fairly popular coffee shop. If only for the tourist attraction aspect of it that the employees are allowed to be as mean as they want to you and insult you with every order. They’re snarky and rude, and unless they actually get your order wrong, which they don’t, they don’t apologize for shit. They’re delighted when new-comers enter the shop unaware of the rules.

And whatever deity believed in above help the poor soul who asks for the manager because they are worse than the employees with a wicked wit and sharper tongue. 

The rest of the employees would be scared of the manager because of this, but they have seen the man have a panic attack over potentially not having enough straws for the day even after three separate employees offered to go to the store and buy some. They’ve also seen the manager cry because they saw a video of a spider that was too cute for words which renders him pretty unintimidating. Besides, the manager has always been on their side of an argument anyway.

It’s a slow day and Virgil knows Missy hasn’t been sleeping right, or eating right, or feeling like she’s been doing anything right. So he packs her a muffin and a hot chocolate, and tells her to fuck off on home for the day. She doesn’t say thank you but the relief is clear in her shoulders so he knows it was the right thing to do. Besides it’s dead right now and he can handle a few customers for the time being until another employee shows up.

He serves a few people, some very eager to be insulted, some coming in with gaudy outfits for the sole purpose of being insulted, he has fun with those.

“What do you want?” He asks the next person in line, not even looking up from the register.

“I’ll have a large cup of whatever you are.” The person says and Virgil narrows his eyes and looks up. He stares at the stranger for all of three seconds.

“You have a pedo mustache.” Is what he says. The stranger breaks into a wide grin.

“Why thank you!” They sound far too delighted by that. Virgil continues to glare at them while writing the word ‘pedo stache’ on a large cup.

“What do you want?” He asks again more forcefully. The stranger hums in thought and Virgil would snap at them for taking too long but they are the only one in line right now.

“Hello?? Hurry up?” Screw it. He snaps his fingers in their face. Stranger man gives him a wicked smile and Virgil hates the little lurch in his chest because holy fuck and wait stranger is actually kind of pretty. Even with a fucking thin line mustache. Their eyes are bright green and streaks of white are layered in their hair. And Virgil always was a sucker for people with piercings and this dude sure has some to spare.

“Well if you’re not on the menu, I’ll have the raspberry lime tea. Hot as you please,” They say. Virgil writes cold on the cup.

“Anything else you fucking weirdo?” Virgil asks cause seriously it is kind of rude to be flirting with employees while they’re working but in the worst way Virgil kind of likes it cause it means he can say shit like that.

“Oh shit uhm, fuck.” Stranger man says and Virgil glares at them. Both for not being ready and also he kind of likes the way they say fuck which is not what he was expecting to deal with today.

“Jesus Christ dude were you not ready to order like why are you wasting my time?” Virgil demands. A few patrons of the place snicker into their cups and stranger just smirks at him.

“Sorry I don’t have a brain to mouth filter and it gets worse when I see a pretty person,” They wink and Virgil glares harder to will away the attempt at a blush on his cheeks.

“What else do you waaaaant.” He whines at them. Stranger laughs and pulls out a piece of paper. Virgil can already see the long list of items on it and groans.

“Relax it’s all one order,” Stranger says and Virgil scoffs.

“That’s so much worse!” He says. Stranger laughs hard at that.

“Well it’s not mine, princess back at the office is a picky bitch.” Stranger says with comically wide eyes and Virgil hates himself for it but he snorts. He schools his face back to neutrally angry and refuses to give the stranger the satisfaction of seeing him smile just yet.

So stranger man rattles off a long winded order that Virgil groans at with every new direction. He can easily make the drink of course that won’t be hard but he can complain about it so he will. He writes ‘princess’ on this cup.

Stranger man pays and Virgil sets about making the drinks very aware of the other watching him from the waiting counter.

“You just gunna keep staring at me like a stalker or what?” Virgil snips at them, pausing for dramatic effect. Mustache dude grins at him and leans on the counter with his head in his hands.

“I like the view,” He says. Virgil makes a retching sound and keeps making the drinks in question. He does his damn best with them and hands them off.

“Get the fuck out of my establishment,” He says and turns away. Stranger laughs and takes his drinks.

“Thanks for the buzz baby!” He calls out as he exits. Virgil flips him off.

As soon as the dude is out of sight, Virgil collapses on the counter in a heap of nerves and embarrassment. The only reason he was able to keep his cool was because he could hide it behind a massive amount of snark and spite. But stranger man was super pretty and wild and Virgil almost wishes he did something about it.

“You okay?” Parker asks when they show up for their shift.

“Do I fucking look okay?” Virgil asks them desperately. Parker just laughs and that’s good enough of answer for him.

--

“Hello gorgeous!” Virgil snaps his head up from the counter he’s cleaning.

“Oh hell no,” He says and walks away from the front to the back office, leaving his employees to handle Mr Mustache in his stead. He can’t handle it right now. Not when they’re wearing a fucking leather jacket and wild smile. He just can’t do it. So he hides in the back for as long as he can. Which ends up being about a whole ten minutes.

“Uh boss man?” Virgil groans cause that’s him. He’s boss man. Fuck. He drags his hands down his face and looks over at Todd. Todd shifts from foot to foot.

“There’s uhm. I just. Can you-” They don’t have to finish. Mom friend override has been activated and Virgil is heading to the front no questions asked. It’s not a rush right now thank goodness, but they lady at the counter is giving her all in 'entitled customer'.

“This is an outrage, I want to speak to the manager.”

“The fuck you want bitch?” Virgil says without thinking. The lady gapes at him openly.

“This is the worst shop I have ever been in.” She says as if that’s supposed to hurt. Virgil shrugs at her.

“You’re the worst customer that’s ever been in, did you want coffee or not?” He asks her and she gapes again and walks out. 

“Put another ten in the draw for walk outs.” Virgil tells Todd who beams and takes the money from the register to put in a jar near the back. Once it’s full they have a party of some kind.

“That was beautiful,” A voice says and Virgil whips around and comes face to face with Stranger Man over the counter. They’re smiling at him crookedly and Virgil's mouth drops because he was not prepared to see them here still or this close to him or so damn pretty.

“Fuck you,” Is his reflex response.

“When and where darling?” Stranger angles over the counter to leer at him and Virgil squeaks. Full on, flat out, squeaks in embarrassment. The entire room seems to pause and watch. Virgil is frozen in shock and stranger looks like he just saw light for the first time which is absolutely unfair.

Virgil dips, and dips hard. He spins on his heel to lock himself in the office. He makes it there only to realize he can’t handle being in such a small space with his anxiety overriding him. He snatches his jacket off the back wall and catches Todd’s eye before he slips out the back door and into open air. 

Once outside he leans against the wall, puts his head in his hands, and lets out a very pitiful whine as he sinks to the ground. That has to be one of the softest things he’s ever done in regards to a customer in his life and it will haunt him for years to come he knows it.

He spends a few minutes running through his breathing exercises which goes directly to shit when he hears footsteps approaching.

“I’m fine Todd go back to work,” He snaps.

“The name’s Remus actually.” Virgil jolts and looks at the stranger standing over him. Stranger, or well, Remus, gives him a small sheepish smile and pulls at a random strand of his hair. Virgil sinks lower in on himself.

“You’re a lot different in and out of shop.” Remus says after a sufficiently awkward silence. Virgil grumbles and hides his face in his arms. His entire body tenses when he feels Remus slide to sit beside him.

“I am uh. Like, legit sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” Remus mutters. Virgil groans.

“I was not ready to deal with your stupid pretty face today.” He whines. Remus laughs at that.

“You think I’m pretty?” He asks and Virgil realizes his mistake in word choice. He glances up to Remus in panic cause now that he's admitted it, Remus looks even more pretty.

“Well I just- you know it’s- I don’t- Whatever!” Virgil word vomits all over the place. Remus continues to smile at him infuriatingly.

“Even with the pedo stache?” Remus continues to tease. Virgil decides he’s had enough and elbows Remus hard as he can. Remus lurches a little but he’s laughing. They lapse into an easier silence.

“Silver tongue ain’t so shiny out of work is it?” Remus asks him then but not meanly. Virgil snorts and covers his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.

“I have to get passed the awkward first,” He says. Remus hums in thought and snatches Virgil’s hand away from his face. Virgil lets out a dignified noise and snaps his jaw shut so hard it clicks when Remus places a kiss on his palm... then licks him.

“Gross what the fuck!” Virgil yanks his hand back and wipes off the slobber and decidedly not looks at Remus’s blinding grin.

“There! Now it’s not so awkward!” Instead of an answer, Virgil stands up and heads back inside the shop, leaving Remus cackling in the back. Virgil leans up against the door to hear him walk away and finds himself smiling at the interaction.

--

“Welcome to Roasted, or not welcome because we close soon I don’t actually care, what do you want?” Virgil is looking through receipts, making sure the till is all correct for the money they made today.

“I want your number.” Virgil freezes. He blinks dumbly at the papers in his hands and then up to Remus standing casually at the counter. His hands are in his pockets and he looks for the world unbothered but more subdued than Virgil has seen him before.

“Numbers not on the menu,” Virgil says dumbly in attempt to cover his frantic feelings. Remus shrugs and looks around the empty shop.

“Yeah but it’s what I want.” He says it so plainly. Virgil glares at him.

“Order something or get out.” That causes Remus to smirk. He orders a small tea and Virgil makes it silently, adding the receipt to the pile to check on. He pauses before handing the drink over, looking over his shoulder at Remus who is preoccupied with some of the decorative things on the walls. Virgil writes his number on the cup.

“Get your shit and get out,” He says and puts the cup on the counter, going back to his papers and ignoring the way his heart pounds in his chest at what he just did. Remus gives him a sad sort of look and leaves with his drink leaving Virgil wondering if he did the right thing.

Only for his stomach to swoop pleasantly when Remus swoops back into the shop 3 minutes later with a wild smile on his face and refuses to leave until they work out the plans for a dinner date.

--

“Go away.” Virgil greets.

“Never.” Remus smirks back at him.

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So I've been going through your posts since I am really interested in the asks you answer (be it world-building, what if scenarios etc.) and I found the one where the TA ROs played the pocky game, and thought it was really cute. Would you humour me and do it for PoP too? Es quickly became one of my favorite characters EVER and since PoP is a bit of a side project I thought I'd have to be the creaky wheel (is that how that saying goes?) Either way, loving your characters dude!

Haha, it’s true that I don’t really get many PoP asks, but all the characters hold a place in my heart haha. I’m happy you’re able to enjoy what little there is of the characters and the world, as well as all the content provided by this blog. As for the scenario, let’s see...

La: They stare off, folding their arms as they look next to you instead of directly at you, “Are you challenging me? In my own metaphorical dojo? You’re gunna lose. I’m gunna beat you so hard domestic courts will rule in my favor off fear alone.” “I thought you’ve never kissed anyone” “What!” La steps away perturbed, “Pocky and Rocky never had that! It was an arcade shooter! What version have you been playing?!”

Ai: They clap their hands closed delightfully, “That sounds like quite the romantic venture! Shall we go looking for a suitable partner?” Their expression slowly transitions to confusion as you explain you were planning on playing with them. Their moderate smile returns, this time with an abashed quality as they rest a hand on their face in thought, “Oh my, it doesn’t seem my programming took this situation into account! Or perhaps I’m experiencing an error...”

Ki: “Are you sure about this?” their speech is slightly muffled by the edible stick resting in their mouth. From this distance, you can clearly see the resolve begin to crumble along with the rise of a unique blush, which seems to also appear in greyscale on their monochromatic avatar. Before they can think to call it off, you begin the game, though it’s not long until the stick somehow breaks in half. Ki’s expression seems half parts relieved and disappointed.

Es: They seem to be concentrating hard on something on the other side of the room as they talk in their darkly enigmatic way, “I suggest you concede from this battle. It may only end in horrible distruction...” “Are you blushing?” “T-That’s the darkness within my soul yearning to be released! Don’t look, or you may be forever blinded!” They attempt to cover your eyes.

Data: They kick in the air idly as they hover, humming a response to your question, “I guess it could be fun...” As the game starts, you gnaw on your end of the stick. And gnaw. And gnaw. And gnaw. Eventually you look up and find Data on the other end, a smug countenance lighting their face as they continuously spawn more pocky sticks in place of the original. “You had a hungry look in your eyes. Don’t thank me.”

Bl: “A game, is it?” they lift their sunglasses onto their head, glancing at their watch, “It is getting quite late, so only if it’s quick.” You assure them and rapidly explain the rules, sticking the pocky in their mouth and directing them to hold it. Their eyes narrow in skepticism, “I’m sensing some kind of ulterior motive here. Are you trying to use this as leverage to kiss me?” “No--” “You’re lying,” they seem to have found something in your face to confirm their thought, releasing their hold of the snack and returning their gaze to the watch, “I don’t have anymore time today. I’ll see you tomorrow at the same time.” they disappear in a gentle flash of swirling code.

Or: They jump right on the idea with a smile to match their eagerness, “Of course I’ll help, but...” they draw to the same distance the pocky would place you in, though you haven’t yet taken the treat out, “Can you promise me something...?” “A promise?” They hide a small chuckle behind closed fingers, “If I play your game, then you have to play mine. Fair is fair. Do you promise...?”

Thank ya for the ask! It’s always fun to return to these characters haha

[thewondersofsmut]

Eye Colors

Summary: The moment you were born, everyone’s eyes were just dull and grey, no color... until you meet your soulmate, the only person who you’ll see the color of their eyes and the only one to see yours.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: As always, this is just fiction, no hate towards the wonderful Ackles Family. Feedback is loved.

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The rays of the sun we’re slightly visible through the dark curtains, the day was bright and sunny. The cold in the room made your wrap the blankets closer to you, snuggling back to the warm body pressed behind your back, cozying up. Despite the warm blankets, your body shivered as soft and warm kisses were placed on your neck, a scruffy beard tickling you, causing you to giggle. You felt him smile behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, if that was even possible, tightening his grip as he ground himself to you, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into your neck, kissing the spot behind your ear that always makes your head stir crazy. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness. Your mouth ran dry as your eyes met his. “Just happy to see your (y/e/c) eyes—“ 

You shot up from your sleep, rubbing your eyes, your heart pounding hard as you tried get over the recurring dream. How could you imagine the Jensen Ackles as your soulmate, you don’t even know what his eye color was, heck, you don’t know why you’d dream of him having green eyes. Maybe you’ve watch too much Supernatural, you thought. That was intimate information, only those who had found their soulmates talk about their eye colors openly. That dream was so vivid though, it almost ached your heart to think about it, like the television did no justice to just how good looking he was. 

The Seattle wind was picking, fall was lovely, but you were excited for winter, the bundles of warm coats, the snow, the boots, you loved it, despite all the hard work to make you love it. You loved Seattle too because it was so close to where your favorite show is being filmed but you weren’t a crazed fan to go seek them out. “Hey, (y/n),” You were greeted when you entered the coffee shop you always went to. “Hey, Dover,” You smiled. “The usual?” He asked and you nodded, but when you were about to pay, he shook his head with a knowing smile. “Someone paid it for you.” He said and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Who—“ 

An echoed step was heard behind you. “I had a recurring dream of this coffee shop where I’d go to almost every weekend. So today, I found out that this place was real and not only in my dreams. I asked this awesome dude if there was a girl who comes here often, she had (y/h/c) hair about yea tall, I would have told him she had (y/e/c) eyes but he wouldn’t know that.” You were frozen on the spot. You knew that voice from anywhere, but in that moment, it was just as clear as in your dream just an hour beforehand. When you turned around, you took an unnecessary deep breath when you saw just how green his eyes were, it was like a forest.

 “I wish my dream would tell me your name, I have a feeling you watch the show cuz I had dreams where your eyes would crinkle on the side when you try to get spoilers out of me. Also, dude here didn’t tell me.” Jensen playfully glared at Dover. “Man, I would’ve told you how much of a fan she is but—“ You cut him off with a glare and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your spot’s open as always.” He said and busied himself with cleaning. 

“Please speak?” Jensen asked when you two were seated, you wondered how you even got to the seat without spilling your coffee on you. “I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in, I’m (y/n).” You managed to squeak and he smiled. “I took a chance today, hoping I’d finally meet my soulmate, and I’m glad I did.” He confessed and you heart swelled. “I’m awfully quiet, I’m normally not like this, sorry, I’m trying to calm my inner fangirl and set her aside so I can talk to you as your soulmate.” You bashfully said, staring into his eyes when he chuckled. “My dreams don’t justify how beautiful your (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered as if reading your mind. 

“I thought I was losing my mind imagining that your eyes would be green...” You whispered. “I can’t seem to wrap my head around the fact that, you, Jensen Ackles, is the only person to see my (y/e/c) eyes and I’m the only one to see your green ones.” You softly said and then chuckled, “I literally told myself I was watching too much Supernatural,” You added. He smirked, running his tongue between his teeth, making you exhale. “(Y/n), my first dream of you, we were at the beach, sunbathing, you looked hot by the way,” He chuckled, looking at you and you felt yourself blush.

“I just stopped, stared at you, your (y/e/c) eyes were mesmerizing, I didn’t know how much I could feel my heart beat in my sleep because of just seeing you, I woke with a smile, I’ve always thought it was only stories that you dream of your soulmate.” He recalled, silently taking your hand in his and squeezed, making your heart ache in a good way. “I wanna know you more, (y/n), I’m sure you know a lot about me—“ “But I’d like to know you more, not just you in front of the cameras.” You continued for him and he smiled brightly. “Let’s know each other as soulmates.”

“Good morning,” Came his husky voice. You hummed in approval, your eyes fluttering open as you felt him kiss the back of your neck tenderly. “Good morning indeed.” You whispered your reply, causing him to chuckle. “I love you.” He whispered, nuzzling into you. “You’re being overly affectionate today, Mr. Ackles, not that I mind it, but is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly asked, twisting around so you can face him and bask in his morning handsomeness, your eyes meeting his sparkling green eyes. “Just happy to see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He said, a mischievous smirk started to spread across his face. 

He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips against yours. “And, Mrs. Ackles, I just want to enjoy you.” He murmured, his hooded eyes staring you down like his prey. You smiled, biting your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly and he took that opportunity to kiss you deeper, pushing you back with his chest until he was propped up on his forearms above you, caging you in between his shoulders. You slipped your hands up his sides and then cupped his face. The silence was overwhelmed by the sounds of the waves breaking, some stray seagulls cawing about in the air. 

“The sea’s calling to us, Jen.” You murmured, eyes meeting his. “I know, but the beach can wait.” He replied but before you could say anything, he moved his lips to your jaw and neck, eliciting a moan from deep within your chest. One by one, he took your hand and pinned them on either side of your face, grinding his body down to yours, to feel your skin against his. His grunts echoed the room, spurring you on. “Jensen—“ You moaned and he parted your legs with his knees, settling in between them. You can feel his morning hard on against your lace underwear but his mouth distracted you more, his lush green eyes boring a hole through your eyes as he attached his lips to your breasts. 

“I’m so lucky to have you as my soulmate, (y/n).” He murmured, kissing up your chest until he met your parted lips his hands ridding himself and you off the rest of your little clothing. “And I with you...” You replied. “I’m so lucky to marry you, to look into your eyes and remind myself that you and I are made for each other.” He whispered, his own eyes watering. “Oh Jensen...” You cooed, cupping  his face and pulling him down to kiss him. Your face contorted in pleasure as he slowly thrusted into you, his cock stretching your walls amazingly. “Fuck—“ Came your strained moan. “Feel so good, sweetheart.” He groaned, his eyes closing. He seated himself deeply inside of you before dragging his cock out, mixing the stinging pain and pleasure. 

“Jensen—please,” You choked out. “I got you baby,” He whispered, looking straight into you and he set out a relentless pace, fucking you hard and fast, your breath coming out in gasps of his name and other profanities that your mind can come up with. “Look at me, (y/n), wanna see you (y/e/c) eyes.” He whispered and you did, meeting his green ones that were intently staring at you. “Love seeing your face when I fuck you.” He added and bucked his hips, making you scream. “Your so tight, sweetheart, gunna come for me?” He murmured, nuzzling his head against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, sucking a marking in the valley of your neck and shoulder. 

“Y—yes! Please!” You moaned and he grunted in response as your walls convulsed around his cock. “Gunna—gunn—!” You couldn’t finish your sentence as he placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing fast in sync with his thrusts, screaming his name in pleasure. He didn’t stop, you didn’t want him to, his grunts were getting louder, his moans were getting deeper and you couldn’t help but squirm underneath him as you felt oversensitive, giving him multiple orgasms. “Gunna fuck a baby in you, sweetheart.” He promised, looking straight into you. “Please—“ You moaned and he leaned down, kissing you hard, swallowing his moan of pleasure as he spilled into you, hot and heavy. 

He hips slowed down and he tried to keep himself up from crushing you. “Hug me, baby.” You murmured and he sighed. “I love you, sweetheart.” He whispered and looked up at you. He wrapped his arms around you and flipped you two around so you were on top of him. He brushed your hair off your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I love you.” You smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “Happy 5th anniversary, green eyes.” You smirked, your tone light and playful. “(Y/e/c) eyes, you’re too cute.” He chuckled and rubbed his nose to yours. “And to more anniversaries, soulmate.” He concluded, kissing you deeply once more. 

Forever Babies:

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Green-Eyed Lovers:

@brindz30 @polina-93 @flamencodiva​

SPN Babes:

@adoptdontshoppets​ @lilulo-12​ 

[har-rison-s]

Choices

A/N: Hello! I've had this idea saved in my drafts for a long time, so I decided today I wanna write it. I want to write something complicated, haha. I put my feelings into this one, so please be gentle, I'm going through some things and urm, yeah. I like to write when my heart hurts a little. This is a bit sad, but happy reading!

character ages: last year of high school, so 19-20?

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warnings: angst mostly but in like a soft way

gif credit goes to owner, which isn't me!

She had noticed a few strangenesses. Those that had appeared with time, not all of a sudden, and she didn't have a point where she could have caught their start and find out, perhaps, the reason. They were strangenesses in Richie and in Richie's… well, Richie's looks, his touches, the frequency of his words and sayings. It's not like he was another person because of some secret reason, but he was just… Richie looked like he was thinking more than he usually does, contemplating something in that thick head of his, questioning something.

His fingers, his hands, if they were on her thigh or waist or shoulder, were softly fidgeting against one another. He was picking at the skin around his nails, or simply moving his fingers against one another. Or Richie was gently massaging her skin that his hand touched in that occasion, which he rarely did before. 

Richie's eyes were barely looking straight into someone's, much less yours. He'd either look at his hands or some other part of the person than their eyes, or somewhere past them, sometimes his own feet. At first she thought he was embarrassed about something, or shy--but Richie was never those things. She'd thought about asking him what's that about, but when it happened again and again, and again, she somehow kept quiet. 

He talked much less. Whether it was at school, lunch, a get-together with all eight of them, was it alone at her or his place, in the car. He was talking much less than usual. She assumed something must have happened or something, and that he'd break down and tell her, or simply blurt whatever it was out. But he never did, and by the look in his eyes when he looked at her or when he looked at others, she realised what had actually happened. She only didn't know when it happened.

“When did you fall out of love with me?” Her question came up when she asked Richie what's been wrong for a while. He'd told her there's nothing going on, nothing's happened, but there was lying in his eyes, she could see that so clearly. 

“What?” Richie asked. Not angrily, as if he'd been accused, but softly, curiously. It's an absurd thing to think about even, fall out of love with her? Never in his short lifetime would Richie think he'd be capable of that. She's everything. As well as smart, and she notices details.

“Richie, I… I mean, I don't know. Maybe not,” she started again, “but all the things I said… The look in your eyes when you say you love me, or when someone asks about me, or about us… I mean, I just want you to be honest. I'm not closed off to any weird or real possibilities, I want to know. When did you fall out of love with me?”

It killed her to ask this question. They've been in love with each other for years, and he means everything to her. Their summers together, cycling dates, listening to records together… Everything they've done together is golden memories to her. So asking this question feels like shooting that free, ever-flying bird that is their love.

Richie huffed. He did love her, and he was in love with her. That's not a lie. It's hard to explain what's going on, actually, as he'd begun to question himself as a person and can't seem to find a real, true answer to anything. “I've been spending time with Eddie.” He said to her finally, trying at least, to start with the simple truth he's not yet told her. “Alone. Just me and him.” Richie continued. She tensed up, quite visibly. So Richie's hand reaches over to touch her forearm. Perhaps his touch will soothe her. And he finally looks into her eyes, and strongly at that. 

“Okay…” She said, still waiting for more to be said. Cause of right now, she cannot guess anything from what Richie's said. He gulped. 

“I've realised that I like him. I love him.” Richie said ever so quietly. He was embarrassed now, and he was afraid of her reaction. Hell, she could do anything, he's not told anyone else this, and he couldn't imagine what goes through people's heads when you tell them something like this. His fancy of Eddie is no regular thing nowadays, much less a thing made common in society. “As in… romantically.” Richie finished and looked down, shame on his whole face, growing like a quick tumor. 

“Uh…” her mouth sort of hung open, you could say that from shock. It's not really the right word, but the nearest to. She looked away from him, but then looked right back. “Well-well my question, uh, my question still stands.” She told him, looking dearly into Richie's eyes. “When did you fall out of love with me?” She whispered. Their faces were so close to each other, as they always were when the two were having intimate, private conversations. 

“I didn't.” He promised her. She wanted to shake her head, say 'that's not possible'. But she didn't know, so how could she say? She had no right. Richie shook his head instead, for effect, for proof, holding her eyes in contact with his strongly still. “I've always been in love with you. And I always will.” I think, he wants to add, but doesn't. It won't do her any good. “I love Eddie, too. I love him just like I love you. Well, not exactly, no, but… I phrased it wrong.” Richie shook his head again, averted his eyes to a place behind her shoulder and tried to think of the right words. “I love him as much and as deep as I love you.” 

She sighed heavily, breathily. She was nearing a panic attack, and she bet that Richie could tell for her quickening breathing and panicked eyes, but she didn't want to admit it. She looked down and took her hand away from his touch, not because she didn't trust him anymore, not because she didn't want to be with him, no. But because she just needed to be away from him for a little moment, to make her mind up without his warm hand touching her, her body, her heart or her mind. 

“Can you even love two people at the same time? That much? As much as you've promised you love me?” She asked him and looked up at him again. “Well, I don't think I can, so I just… I don't know. Guess your heart is different from mine.” She said, a little more coldly sounding to Richie than he would have liked. He almost flinched, as if her words were the coldest snowflakes blowing into his face. 

“I'm sure that I can. And maybe that's just me.” He said earnestly. “I know what I'm feeling, you know I'm very aware of my feelings.” She nodded. “I love you both the same.” Richie assured her again.

“Yeah, but what do you want to do with that?” She asked. The puzzled look in Richie's eyes made her investigate more. “We, the two of us, are together, so what do you want?” She continued. “Do you still want to be with me or do you want to break up and be with Eddie? I… I don't know, I don't see any other way.”

Richie huffed. This he had only thought of, but had not decided or elaborated on. This he had contemplated, but only that. What did he want? Was it her? Was it Eddie? “What if… No, not what if.” He started and stopped himself. Today is his worst day of choosing words. “I want you both. I want to be with you both.”

“Richie, that is outrageous!” She almost scolded him, but tried her best not to, for the young man was already exposed and scared. “Things… Don't work that way. You can't be with two people at the same time.” She said then, softer. 

Richie stared blankly into the sofa they both sat on, and she started into the carpet next to them. Richie wanted to argue, but he didn't. He didn't want to make himself angry, or make her angry. He loved her. But what was to happen now, when his heart and body were torn between two people he loves the most? They were both silent for a long time, the tension in the silence growing bigger and huffing and puffing like an angry dragon about to spit flames from its belly.

“I don't want you to break up with me.” She said quietly, finally. Richie sighed and took her hand in his again. 

“I don't want to, either.” He admitted, laid a kiss upon her palm and pressed it against his cheek, looking at her from the angle. She would have smiled in different circumstances, but she only saved this in her most precious memories. The look of love still apparent in his eyes, still. 

“But the choice is yours, Rich.” She said. “I love you too much, so I'll be okay with anything you decide. I hope you can figure things out.” She felt like she was dumping everything on him, the responsibilities that their relationship gives him, the weight of his decision. “I will be glad to help you best I can. But only you can make the choice.”

Richie nodded. The choice was truly in only his fragile hands.

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Might make a part two or something... Mayhaps a series. DK.

[buckyscrystalqueen]

The Difference: Part 2

Pairings: Mark Sheppard x Reader

Warnings: None??? Swearing must likely…

Word Count: 5,214

Part 1

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“So… are you still mad at me?” Emma asked as the two of you sat in your shared office on Monday, going over and translating a ten page document from some Greek dignitary to someone in the Homeland Security office, discussing the logistics of his visit to Greece for a benefit in a few months. 

“Very much so.” You responded without hesitation.

“Oh, come on.” She sighed behind you as she turned her chair to look at your back. “He’s a really nice guy, and he’s a very understanding person. He’s worked with Ben for years, and I know Ben wouldn’t have suggested setting you two up if he wasn’t going to be good for you and the boys…”

“Em, do you two realize what you are asking here?” You snapped a little curtly as you turned around to look at her. “You’re asking some stranger to consider stepping in to my life, and my boys lives, to possibly be a father to them one day. I have four sons, Emma. Four. And one of them has Downs. That is a lifetime of responsibility that I would never, ever expect someone to do. No matter how much I like him, I can’t date him.”

“You know, you make them sound like they are a burden.”

“How dare you!”

“No, I’m not saying they’re a burden.” Your sister said quickly. “I know what you do is not easy, and I’m not knocking it. But what I’m asking is, do you have to go at it alone? Do you have to live in the basement until you can afford some shit apartment…”

“So what, you want me to just find some random Joe to take care of me? Is that it? Because I can take care of myself…”

“No, I’m not suggesting…”

“Then what are you suggesting, huh?” You demanded as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Because this is gunna turn out one of two ways. My boys and I are gunna end up getting hurt or I’m gunna feel guilty for the rest of my life that I trapped someone with four boys that aren’t his. Those are the only options here. So can you please, please just fucking drop it already? No more blind dates, no more pushing me to find someone for the boys sake. They are fine with just a mother and the family. And they will be fine, too.” With a loud huff, you spun your desk chair around and got up to go for a walk to let off some steam before you finished your task.

“Did you ever think I knew what I was getting myself into going to dinner with you?” Your stomach dropped and you turned around to see Mark, leaning against the wall beside your office door, rolling a single white rose in his fingers. He looked up and met your eyes with a small shrug. “I was in the area and wanted to see if you’d like to have an early lunch.”

“Mark…”

“See, I’ve heard stories about you.” He continued as he pushed off the wall and walked over to hand you the rose. “Like the one time you set off a bottle rocket at a funeral…”

“OK, I was like ten and the mood was kinda dark and depressing.” You justified before smelling the rose with a small smile.

“And I’ve heard about the opossum family you let loose in the barracks…”

“Again… mood was kinda dark and depressing.”

“And that tells me that you have an amazing, dry, yet slightly twisted, and sarcastic sense of humor just like I do.” You nodded your head and let him gently turn you around for lunch. “I know that you are strong willed, and fearless. I know that you are devoted to your family, and you are patient, and kind. I know you put your loved ones before yourself without batting an eye. So let me ask you this- why wouldn’t I want to date you?” You stopped walking and looked over at him and then quickly walked a few steps back when he very gently pushed you toward the wall so you were out of the way of the people walking by. “Putting your boys aside for just a moment- if they didn’t exist, would I be someone you’d consider getting to know?” You searched his brown eyes for a moment before exhaling through your nose and nodding your head. “So, don’t you think you should finally give yourself a chance to be happy?”

“But…”

“I know you think you’d be… what did you say… ‘trapping’ me.” He interrupted. “But have you ever considered that I adore children? Have you ever considered I know what I could be getting myself in to by going out with you? I can see where this could end up. I’m not naive. And if I hadn’t been OK with that in the first place, I wouldn’t have agreed to taking you to dinner, right?”

“Mark…”

“I’m gunna just say this one last thing… after that, you can either come grab lunch with me before we go back to work, or you can go back to your office, and I won’t bother you again. I do not like pineapple on my pizza. I’m also not a fan of pepperoni but I will tolerate it.”

“Oh, my God I can’t handle you.” You giggled as you shook your head.

“Am I going this way alone?” He asked with an award winning smile as he gestured over his shoulder. 

“I will go… as long as we can go to Surf City for a smoothie, and stop at the dry cleaner on the way back.”

“I think I can make that deal.” He said with a nod.

“Alright… I’ll grab my wallet just… stay here? I guess…”

“I’ll wait here.” He chuckled with a nod as he slipped his hands in the pockets of his dress slacks. You nodded and turned in your heels to walk quickly back to your office. Emma looked up at you when you crossed the threshold and you simply scowled.

“Shut up.” You barked as you set the rose down on your desk. “I hate you.”

“See you after lunch.” She giggled as she looked back at her computer to finish what she was doing before she took her lunch break.

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Fridays were, hands down, one of your favorite days of the week. Since you were just a contract linguist, you only had to put in 20 hours of work a week to keep your office and your job, which you usually did in eight hour shifts Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. You did switch those days up if you really needed to but for the most part, since Emma could translate Italian and Greek just like you could, your boss was OK with you only putting in three days of work. Thursdays were usually spent at doctors appointments for you, and/or your boys, which meant that Fridays, you got your babies all to yourself with rare interruptions. 

“What are you doin’?” You cooed as you sat on your bedroom floor, grinning like a Cheshire Cat at Evan, who was picking up his soft, plastic letter blocks one by one, walking them a few steps over to where you were sitting, and gently putting them in Luca’s lap. “Are you sharing? Are you sharing with your brother, baby boy? Yea.” Your oldest giggled adorably and continued what he was doing as Luca simply watched his brother from between your legs, completely mesmerized. 

You turned your head to the side to check on Thomas and Theo, who were both hyper focused on dropping plastic ball-pit balls into holes cut into a cardboard box, before toddling as fast as they could to watch the balls fall out the open end into a plastic laundry basket. You loved listening to the two of them laugh and talk to each other in nonsensical sentences, and you wished you could live in innocent moments like this forever.

“Mmm… Mmm…” Luca said between your legs as he looked up at you. You gave him a big smile and looked down at him.

“What, baby? Do you want a drink?” You asked as you signed to him, since he was a little behind the boys in his communication skills. He looked down at your hands for a moment, taking his time to connect the dots, before nodding his head and giving you the yes sign. “Alright, come here sweetheart.” You moved Evan’s blocks out of the way and stood up with a slight grunt. “Who else is thirsty? Juice break?” Your other three sons all looked over at you and instantly abandoned their current games to toddle after you toward the kitchenette. They waited with more patience than some adults you knew as you held on to Luca’s sides and used  your feet to gently push his along one step at a time like your doctor wanted you too. You cheered for him when he finally made it to the tile, and his smile lit up your whole world yet again. You lowered him down to sit on the floor as your phone started to ring in your back pocket.

“Hello?”

“Well hello, darling.” Your smile grew as you put your phone on speaker and set it on the counter.

“Well hello to you, too. Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Work is for chumps.” Mark chuckled as you lined up three trainer cups with straws and one with a hard plastic mouth piece on the counter. “Which is why, I am skipping out early today.”

“Ooo, what a dare devil.” You teased as you grabbed a pitcher of already mixed fruit punch Juicy Juice and water, which was the fan favorite with your boys. “Got a hot date tonight?”

“Funny you should say that. I was wondering if you had eaten lunch yet?”

“I have not.” You told him with a shake of your head as you poured. “But I have to feed my kids first, which means I actually have to put something other than my sleep shorts on to go to the grocery store to get food to actually feed my offspring like the good mama lion I am.”

“What, no gazelle in the back yard?”

“No, you’re a week to late for gazelle. Ate them all up last week… No Evan, that’s Luca’s.” You pushed your oldest’s hand out of the way, and handed the two older boys their cups.

“If you’re passing out money, I don’t blame him for trying to take it.”

“Liquid gold.” You said as you handed Theo and Thomas their cups and turned to put away the pitcher. “It’s juice time. Luca has to use a different cup and Evan is a little jerk and tries to take it.  And before you ask, I have tried giving Evan the same cup as Luca and he won’t use it. He just wants it because it’s different than his.”

“Boys will be boys.”

“Yea, you’re telling me.” You huffed as you grabbed your phone off the counter and shoved it in your bra. “I have four, remember?”

“Speaking of, do you need a hand at the grocery store?” You smirked as you picked up Luca and stepped over to your chair to sit for a moment.

“Yea, you’ll definitely be scared away after going to the store with me. I’m the crazy coupon lady with four screaming toddlers.”

“So it’s an adventure. And it gives whomever usually assists you a break.” He chuckled as you took the phone off speaker. “I’ll bring you a smoothie…”

“Oh, you drive a hard bargain, Mr. Sheppard.” You joked as you sat back in your chair and adjusted your son in your lap. After a small debate in your head as you looked at your children, you sighed and nodded. “Alright. But remember, I gave you a fair warning ahead of time. This will show you what it’s like to really date me. And yes, I know you’ve spent two weeks saying you can handle it… just wait.”

“I am going into it with an open mind, kitten. Just like I do every day.”

“OK.” You sang to him as you rocked yourself back and forth slightly. “I warned you. I’ll text you my address but call me when you get here. I live with my parents and my grandparents and trust me when I tell you, you want to come in through the back door.”

“Sounds like a plan. I will see you soon, darling.”

“Looking forward to it. Bye, sweetheart.” You admitted, honestly. You smiled and hung up the phone with a small sigh as you looked down at your son. “Shit… this is gunna be interesting.”

——

“Alright, so I’m gunna give you… the grabber.” You said as you stood in the back of your van, looking at your kids, before deciding to grab Thomas first. You unbuckled him and picked him up with a small huff, since there wasn’t enough space for you to stand up completely. “This is Thomas.”

“Got it.” Mark said as he carefully took your youngest like he was going to break.

“Never held a baby before?” You laughed as you watched him.

“This would be my first.”

“OK, first of all, you don’t hold them out like they are diseased.” You giggled as you got out of the van. “Put him on your hip like this.” He nodded his head and let you guide him so that Thomas was propped up on his hip. “See? Simple. Just don’t drop him.”

“Your vote of confidence isn’t helping here.” He joked as you moved the straps of the kids seat, that looked like a car on the back of your shopping cart, out of the way.

“Then you just set him down here facing the cart.” He nodded his head and stepped up to your side with a small smile. You took a step back and let him do all the work so he could really get a glimpse at what went on any time you took the kids out in public.

“He’s about to fight it.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “Keep your hand on his chest and quickly strap him in.”

“No!” The parking lot filled with your child’s scream as Mark battled Thomas’ hands to get him buckled. Little fists went flying until you finally stepped forward and grabbed his hands.

“Stop it.” You barked as you looked him in the eye with your ‘mad face’. “No.” His face contorted into a pout and he threw himself against the back of the chair.

“You just had to give me the hard one first.” Mark laughed as he tightened the seatbelt.

“The fact that you think I would give you the hard one is actually comical.” You said, honestly as you walked over to get Luca next. “He’s second easiest. Luca is first but I couldn’t start off with the easiest first, could I?”

“That would have been the nice thing to do.” You nodded your head and stepped out of the van with your second son on your hip.

“Alright, this is Luca. He’s a little people shy until you say his name. Always be soft, and gentle with him. He’s a little slow on the take so patience is key.”

“Hi Luca.” Mark cooed as he took a step forward. “Hi.” You looked down at your baby, with a small smile just as his face lit up with the smile that could melt even the coldest heart.

“You win.” You giggled as you passed him over. “Now with him, he’ll look back at you a few times to make sure you’re still there. Just say hi, talk to him a little. He’ll look back around to explore. If he starts making an ‘Mmm’ sound, he’s calling for me. His verbal communication isn’t there yet so he knows some sign language. I have faith through.” Your companion nodded his head and went over to put Luca beside his brother as you picked up Theo from the back to go in your cart. “Alright, not fighting, please.”

“Want me to?”

“Oh no.” You said with a shake of your head as you stepped out of the car. “These two are my worst.” The moment he saw the cart, Theo started to thrash in your arms because he, like Evan, hated being confined in any sort of seat. “This is a constant fight with them. They hate being confined… quit! Just quit, damn it! Ugh, you are a monster spawn. Monster spawn!”

“I don’t even know where to offer help.”

“You can’t.” You said as you finally got the seat belt buckled. “My mom is the only person that can get them to stop. Stop it!” You snapped in Greek, which only worked for a few moments. “Yea, they speak Greek. And Italian. It’s a constant battle in my house of which language is going to be their primary language. So damn competitive… don’t you start with me.” You growled as you picked up Evan, who wasn’t quite as bad as his brother, but who was still not a peach either. You struggled a bit with his hands, which Mark ended up coming over to hold for a minute so you could get him buckled in. With a sigh, you looked up at him with a smile. “Scared yet?”

“So do you always match them up this way?” He asked as you stepped over to grab your diaper bag slash purse from between the front seats.

“No, I mix it up. Usually, I put one of the trouble makers with Luca and I push that cart. I normally come to the store with one of my aunts and a couple cousins and they are a little loud for Luca to handle. So I try to keep him with me and away from my family in public. And the boys can tell that he’s different and they already know that they have to be more gentle with him. So they tend to be more calm. I use him as a buffer. Wait, I start in the middle.” You said as you grabbed Mark’s cart before he could go to the right toward the produce section. “You start on the outside and you are guaranteed to have a blowout diaper change or two that takes forever to clean up so all the cold stuff gets room temp by the time you finish your shopping. It’s almost guaranteed.”

“Alright, so what do we have on the list?” With a small smirk, you reached into your bag for your grocery store binder and passed it back to him.

“List starts in aisle four. My aunts usually watch the boys when I go to work and they spend the day gossiping and clipping coupons since we have such a big family. And not just me. My house is pretty full, but I also have nine aunts, nine uncles, forty-three cousins, and four second cousins. Oh, and we can’t forget the twenty… two? No twenty-three cousins by marriage, and my nieces and sister and brother in-law, and me and my boys. So total, we have over a hundred mouths to feed and that’s just my local immediate and extended family. They clip a lot of coupons. But we’re not super assholes about our couponing… babe, you gotta watch him!” You said quickly as you lunged and grabbed Thomas’ hand before he could knock a display of glass spaghetti sauces. You scowled at him and tapped his hand harshly with your fingertips, which only made him laugh manically.

“Sorry, kitten. I was distracted by the hundred plus mouths thing…”

“Not your fault.” You said with a nod as you pulled your list from the binder. “This is your first time. Gotta learn some how. But with quads, you constantly have to be aware because one of them is always up to no good. Sure you’re not scared yet? We’re not even five minutes in.”

“I can handle it.” You nodded your head and huffed a laugh with a giant smile on your face.

“Alright, just remember I warned you.”

“You know, you keep saying that.” He chuckled as he moved the cart into the middle of the aisle more so that Thomas wasn’t close to the shelves. “I bet raising children is a breeze.”

“Ooo, you better be glad that we are in public and that I have boxes of pasta in my hand or I would fight you for that statement.”

“Ooo, listen to that, boys. Mummy’s getting feisty.” You laughed as you counted boxes to make sure you didn’t grab more than the coupons you had so that the store still had some left on the shelves- which, in total, would only cost you maybe three dollars for twelve boxes of pasta that would last maybe a month, maybe two with the way your growing boys were eating.

“Mummy? Could you be any more British?”

“Probably could.” He chuckled behind you as he watched you grab two big jars of sauce for the boys, and two smaller Alfredo sauces for Luca because he couldn’t handle the acidity of the tomatoes. “I do drink tea…”

“Scotch and crumpets, too?” You teased as you moved down to the buy one, get one free Mac ’n’ Cheese.

“No scotch. I’ve actually been sober for almost thirty years.” You stopped and looked over at him with your eyebrow raised.

“Wow. Shit, congratulations, sweetheart. Bet that wasn’t easy.”

“It wasn’t at first.” He sighed as he gently redirected Thomas’ hand when he tried to grab a woman’s arm as she passed by. “But it’s got much easier. I go to meetings every morning before I go into the office…”

“Wait, you wake up extra early on purpose?! Are you crazy? Go after work and sleep in!”

“I don’t need my beauty rest anymore, kitten.” He laughed. “Nothing could make my ugly mug any better.”

“Aww, well I think you’re handsome.” You cooed as you looked over at him while grabbing canned veggies and beans that were two for $1 that week, with a doubled fifty cent off coupon for each set, making them all free to you.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you, kitten.”

“I like that, by the way.” You said as you started to load his cart with cans, since you were going to have at least fifty cans. “Kitten. It’s cute. Keep count for me. I need fifty.”

“I’ve never been one for pet names but it just works for you. How long does all this last for you?”

“Well, a can of veggies or beans divided amongst the five of us works for one meal. Two, sometimes three cans a day… about a month. Pasta just shy of two. Cheese sticks, however… shit, I could buy six bags of them and they would be gone in a couple days. These monsters just inhale cheese sticks. So if you’re ever at my house and you see one of them trying to get in the fridge, they want cheese.”

“Got it. You’re at fifty.”

“Alright, next aisle.”

——

“Holy shit.” Mark said softly as he stood in your bedroom, watching you lay Evan down in his crib for a nap. “What the bloody hell just happened?”

“Parenting.” You giggled as you checked on your other, thankfully sleeping boys. You sighed and looked over at him with a giant smile. “I warned you.”

“Yes, but you should have been much more clear.” He teased as he walked over to grab one of the dirty high chair trays to help you clean them off. “Kitten, your children are horrible!”

“I told you.” You laughed with a nod. “It never stops. I get peaceful moments like once a day and then it’s sheer chaos.” You glanced over at him with a smile and traded your clean tray for his. “You’re very good with them.”

“Can I confess that I was honestly just mimicking what you did all day long.”

“I figured as much.” You sighed as you scrubbed some peanut butter off the tray. “Look, I understand if you can’t deal. I mean, I’m their own mother and I get overwhelmed…”

“You’re not getting rid of me that quickly.” He said as he came over and gently grabbed your wrist. You looked over at him as he shook his head with a smile. “I’m just a sucker for a pretty face, you know?”

“You should really save yourself.” You sighed as you handed him the clean tray in your hands and took the next one.

“Do you take a nap with them?” He asked to change the subject as he walked over to get the last tray. “I could absolutely use a nap.”

“Oh, how I wish. I have to clean up all the toys, do laundry, reorganize the pantry…”

“How about… I help you with that after a little nap? Then maybe I’ll order us all some pizza for dinner so you don’t have to worry about cooking.”

“You’re gunna have to order a special pie for Luca. He can’t eat marinara sauce.”

“I know a place that has an amazing white pizza. So let’s go take a nap because I am falling asleep just standing here.”

“OK, fine.” You sighed as you turned off the sink and set the last tray on its high chair. “But you keep your clothes on and you stay on your side of the bed. No funny stuff… I have four kids already.”

“You have my word that I will be an absolute gentleman.” You huffed and rolled your eyes as you wiped off your hands on your jeans.

“You’re just gunna be as much of a pain in my ass as them, aren’t you?”

“It’s a boy thing. It runs in our genes.”

“This is why I stay single.”

“You could always become a lesbian.” He suggested as he pulled off his shoes and scooted across the bed against the wall.

“Too much drama.” You sighed as you fell onto your mattress. “I’m good with all that.”

“Now you see where men’s issues lie… oof!” You scowled at him as you curled up under your blankets as he chuckled and rubbed his stomach where you gently hit him with the back of your hand.

“Go to sleep before I change my mind.” With another slight chuckle, you closed your eyes and almost instantly passed out. You had no idea how long you were asleep for but a deep male voice is the first thing you registered when you woke up, followed closely by a small hand on your chest. You opened your eyes slowly and looked down at Luca, who was sound asleep in front of you.

“You always gotta remember to keep the diaper up for a little longer.” Your dad, Tony, said softly in his deep, gravely voice as he stood beside Mark at the changing table. “Boys tend to pee when you first take their diaper off. And Theo is a wiggler, so I tend to try and keep a hand on his stomach so he doesn’t roll off the changing table.”

“That happens?” Mark asked him as he grabbed a wipe from the box.

“They try.” Tony chuckled with a nod. “But that’s not just these boys. All babies do that.” 

“So what do I do…?”

“I just kinda tuck it in here to keep the mess contained.” You smirked up at the two men and simply watched from your bed as Mark learned how to change his first diaper. You wondered how this situation had come about as your dad took a step back and pointed at the diaper genie on the side of the changing table. “Keep your hand there.”

“Right, right. I knew that.” Mark nodded his head and pushed the diaper in the trash can as he tried to keep Theo on the table, which was a feat in and of itself since your son was more of a thrasher over a simple wiggler. “So it goes this way?”

“Yep, but one thing that took me a second to remember- you gotta make sure you have it up enough in the back. Trust me, you will only need to go through that mistake once. Yea, that’s good there.”

“A’right, this isn’t so bad.”

“Just wait until you get a shit diaper.” Your dad laughed. “It can get worse. So much worse.”

“I don’t think you can say anything to scare him off, Papa.” You said softly so you wouldn’t wake up Luca. “I’ve been trying for two weeks and he just keeps coming around.”

“Hey, sorry. I just heard Luca whining and he was pointing to you… and then your dad came down because he heard him on the baby monitor and he didn’t want to wake you…”

“It’s OK.” You told him with a small nod as you brushed your fingertips down your son’s back. “You really think I’m gunna get mad at you for doing diaper duty? You can just put him down. He’ll wander around.”

“You got them from here?” Your dad asked as he took a step over to the stairs.

“I got it.” You said with a nod. “Thank you, Daddy.” He nodded his head and headed up the stairs to go back to work.

“I like him.” Mark said as he came over and sat down on the bed at your knees and watched Theo grab a book from the box to look at.

“My dad? He’s a good man. I love him to death but I hate that he is constantly coming down to help. It’s not his responsibility, you know? I get that he wants to help and all but still. He’s already done so much for me…”

“Are you trying to fault him for being a good grandfather?”

“That’s not what I mean.” You huffed as you propped yourself up on your hand. “I just feel bad that he feels like he needs to come down here when I take a nap when one of the boys makes even the littlest sound. That’s my job. He’s my dad, not theirs.”

“Sweetheart. You need to stop beating yourself up for getting help. That’s all you do…”

“Well shouldn’t I be the one taking care of the children I made?” You interrupted with a hiss. “I got myself into this situation, I should be the one taking care of everything, right?”

“Wrong.” Mark said as he leaned back against your legs. “Kitten, you can’t go at it alone. Period. Especially because you are half Italian and half Greek. I’ve seen My Big Fat Greek wedding and enough mob movies to know that Greek and Italian families are all up in everyone’s business…”

“Jesus, this isn’t like the fucking Godfather.” You laughed.

“You need to be nicer to me.” He teased as he sat up to pick up Theo and his book. “Or this is going to be a very tortuous courtship for you.”

“Oh, my God, you are ridiculous.”

“What do we have to read Theo? Dr. Seuss? Alright, let’s do this.” With a shake of your head, you laid back down with Luca to wait for him and your other two boys to wake up for play time.

Part 3

[chuffyfan87]

An Offer I Can't Refuse. Part 10b

She looked reluctant but nodded.

Charlie managed to gather her bag and get her downstairs fairly quickly.

Duffy was thankful that Charlie had hold of her when her knees gave way in the hallway as another strong contraction hit her.

“I’ve got you,” He reassured her, as she grabbed for him.

It took a few minutes to get her into the car but eventually they were on their way to the hospital.

Charlie remained calm and drove carefully, despite the groans and whimpers coming from Duffy.

"I could have walked faster..." Duffy muttered between contractions.

Charlie ignored her comment, instead just reaching for her hand to give it a squeeze.

He let out a yelp as she dug her nails into his palm.

Putting his hand back on the wheel, he drove a bit faster.

"Oh shit I swear it didn't hurt this much last time!"

“You’re doing great, nearly there now love.”

"Drive faster!"

“My foot’s down love, I can’t move any quicker.”

She cursed under her breath.

“You okay?” He asked, stupid question!

"Do I fucking look ok to you?!" She spat.

Charlie looked shocked, she’d never spoken to him like that before. “Sorry,” He whispered.

"You can go away if you're gunna ask stupid questions the whole time!"

Charlie bit his lip and swallowed, he hadn’t anticipated how aggressive she would be.

He'd barely pulled up in the hospital carpark before she was trying to get out of the car.

Charlie pulled the hand break up and tried to hurry around to her side of the car.

She shooed away his hands. "I can manage!" She grunted.

Charlie was at a loss, he had no idea what to do or how to help. He waited as she struggled to get herself out of the car.

After a few moments of struggling she looked up at him and glared. "Are you just going to stand there looking fucking gormless?!"

“Duffy love, I’m trying my best, I don’t know what you need...” He sighed, reaching forward to help her.

"Don't 'love' me! It's your fault I'm stuck in this damn car!" She grumbled.

Charlie crouched down next to her and used the technique they had used to get out of the bath, her arms around his neck.

By the time they made it to the maternity suite there wasn't anyone or anything that she hadn't cursed to hell!

They walked up to the desk to check in. Duffy clung onto the desk.

"Hurry up!" She grunted, her voice no longer sounded like her own in her ears.

The nurse checking them in did seem to be taking a little while, Charlie rubbed Duffy’s back as they waited. He ended up answering all of the questions for her.

Eventually they were moved to a delivery room. Duffy let out a sigh as she was handed the gas and air.

“Good stuff?” Charlie asked.

After a few minutes she lay her head back against the pillow, a blissed out expression on her face. "Mmm..!"

Now she seemed to hate him a little less, he leaned forward and rubbed her leg. “You’re doing so well.” He whispered.

"Want this to be over." She pouted.

“It won’t be long...” Just as Charlie replied, a midwife entered the room to check how dilated Duffy was.

"I'd say you've got another couple of hours to go yet." The midwife smiled.

"Urgh!" Duffy groaned, her head flopping back on the pillow.

The midwife understood her frustration, “I’ll be back soon but buzz if you need me.”

Charlie stood up next to Duffy, giving her a hug and kissing her head.

Duffy suddenly grasped Charlie's hand. "Please don't leave me!" She begged, her eyes wide with terror.

“Hey, I’m not going to leave you, I’m right here.” He squeezed her hand.

"Don't want to do this on my own again..." She whimpered.

“We’re in this together, you can shout at me and tell me to go away, but I’m not going. You can do this!” He reassured her.

"I feel sick..." She cried.

“It’s all right.” Ever the nurse, Charlie reached for a bowl and held it for her.

She retched but nothing came up.

He continued holding the bowl and stroked her hair back. “Why did you think I’d leave you? I’d never do that...”

"Last time I was on my own the whole time." She sighed, "I was so scared." She added in a whisper.

“Well this time, you’ve got me, I’ll look after you.”

"Mum was supposed to be with me when I had Peter but we had a row."

Charlie raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

She nodded as she grabbed the gas and air again.

Charlie stood next to her and this time, she held his hand tight until the contraction had passed.

"Help me stand up?" She asked once she could speak again.

“Sure, do you want to walk?” He asked, helping her off the bed.

She nodded, still not letting go of the mouthpiece.

As soon as she got off the bed, another contraction hit and she struggled to stand.

She clutched the bed as best she could but she was thankful that Charlie had hold of her.

“I’ve got you...”

She nodded, animalistic grunts tearing from her throat.

Charlie rubbed her lower back. “You’re doing so well darling.”

"Charlie!" She suddenly screamed in a panic.

He moved around so she could see his face. “I’m here.”

"Get the midwife." She gasped out between grunts and groans.

Charlie reached for the buzzer and pressed it repeatedly. “What are you thinking?”

She screwed up her face as she groaned. She had shifted slightly so she was now lent partially over the bed and her legs were shoulder width apart.

“Duffy, is the baby coming?” He pressed the buzzer again. “Come on!” He whispered.

She nodded but didn't respond verbally, she was too focused.

The midwife came into the room. "No need to lean on the buzzer..." She grumbled. "...Ah..." She grabbed a pair of gloves and headed towards them. "I see we have progress..!" She smiled.

Charlie felt nervous, although he’d been present at births as a nurse, he felt out of his depth supporting Duffy.

The midwife tutted as she saw Charlie's face suddenly go pale. "You faint and I will leave you on the floor!"

“I’m okay, just focus on her.” He looked at Duffy, he was lost.

"Go stand on the other side of the bed and hold her hands, let her lean her head against your chest if she needs to." The midwife suggested kindly.

Pulling himself together, he lent across the bed and did as the midwife said. He tried to catch Duffy’s eyes but they were closed.

Duffy gripped his hands tightly again as she let out another gutteral moan.

“You’ve got this.” He whispered, rubbing her hands with his thumbs.

"Give it all you've got pet." The midwife encouraged.

"Oh fuck!" Duffy screamed.

Charlie watched as Duffy pushed with all her strength.

"Can't. Do. This." She gasped.

“Duffy look at me,” He waited for her to look at him, fear and pain evident in her eyes. “I know you can, you’re the toughest person I know. Let’s meet our baby.” His voice caught in his throat, as her eyes welled up.

"The head is crowning." The midwife informed them. "You need to keep pushing pet, it's nearly over."

“Come on Duffy,” Charlie encouraged.

"There we go, good girl!" The midwife smiled. "Breathe now for a few moments."

Duffy panted, grimacing. Charlie hated seeing her in so much pain.

"When you get another contraction push as hard as you can ok?"

“Nearly there love, last push.” Charlie confirmed, gripping her hands tightly.

Duffy let out a yell.

Charlie looked over at the midwife.

"Keep going, almost got the shoulders."

Charlie watched as Duffy cursed and screamed. “Keep going love.”

"No! You. Do. It." She yelled, her eyes fiery.

“I wish I could. You’re nearly there!”

"Hate. You." She muttered and let out a final ear splitting scream.

Charlie remained silent, there had been a lot of hate today.

"Keeping pushing." The midwife encouraged.

Duffy rolled her eyes in response to the nurse and it made Charlie smile. He nodded at her.

Moments later Duffy slumped forward letting out a long breath. "Thank fuck." She mumbled.

Charlie was about to panic when there was a tiny cry.

Tears sprang as he rubbed Duffy’s arms. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered between sniffs.

The midwife gently lifted the baby so Duffy could take hold of the newborn.

Duffy was shaking as she held their baby. Charlie stood back and covered his mouth, tears were running down his cheeks and he kept shaking his head.

The midwife turned to Charlie. "Do you want to cut the cord?" She asked.

“I...” He was at a loss for words and looked to Duffy for help.

She lifted her head and smiled, nodding at him.

His heart melted, today had been a rollercoaster of emotions and he was relieved to know she still wanted him to be involved. Charlie smiled back at her, before heading to the midwife for instruction.

She handed him the scissors and pointed to a point between the two clips. "Right there." She explained.

Charlie cut the cord without any problems and then turned to kiss Duffy.

"I love you." She whispered, her cheeks damp with tears.

“I love you more.” He kissed her again. He was almost scared to look at their baby and she’d noticed.

"Let's get you comfortable on the bed." The midwife suggested.

"Can you hold her?" Duffy asked Charlie.

Charlie looked petrified, he reached for the little girl.

"Don't look so scared." Duffy teased gently.

“Sorry, she’s just so tiny and beautiful...”

"Tiny?!" Duffy snorted as Charlie took hold of the baby and the midwife helped her get comfortable on the bed.

Charlie kissed the little girl’s forehead. “I love you little one, you look beautiful like your mummy.” He whispered.

"I'll leave the three of you alone for a bit." The midwife smiled before leaving the room.

Charlie turned to Duffy, tears still in his eyes. He went to sit on the bed next to her. “You did it love...”

"We did it." She correctly gently.

“Do you still hate me?” He whispered.

"No." She sighed. "I'm sorry."

[weeping-petals]

Loser of the Game

 A New Game - Part 2

Word Count - 4,330

Steven is captured by a strange gem who he has no hint or knowledge of. With a loose handle on his gem powers, he is at the total mercy of this villain.

 The shades jammed over his face helped somewhat when the light blazed, though long after spots still swarmed through his vision. It didn’t help that he was being hauled with the erratic movements of the character that dragged him out of Garnet’s grip. He was without his hamburger backpack, and without the other gems, totally unprepared to be kidnapped. They would come for him. He hoped they could find him.

With some time his vision began to clear, though he almost wished it hadn’t. The person, or gem he supposed was accurate, kept up in the high branches of the trees. She raced the length of branches and leapt off, or swung arm and foot. One arm kept coiled tightly around his shoulders and waist, and tucked beside her chest – like a football or something – still, the strong vertigo gave Steven the impression that any moment he would plummet like a sack. All around branches and leafy clumps swept by, sometimes the ground zoomed within mere inches. This was worse than any ride at Funland, at least he could go on those a couple dozens times and get desensitized to the g-forces. He felt very near dying. The gem cackled, rambling about a thing or other that he didn’t quite understand.

 “Oh boy! Gee, that—” A whirlwind of laughter burst from her, as she flipped between another set of branches. She landed among a cluster of limbs and bounced, legs coiled, “—I haven’t had that much fun in, oh, how long? Decades! The look on their faces.” More laughter.

 The shades went spiraling from Steven’s face, lost somewhere far below. He crushed his eyes shut, only comforted by the strange hold looped about his body. At least his arms were free, and this allowed him to hold on as tight as he could to the coils. In some agonizing long time, the reckless slinging came to a halt. He dared not open his eyes, but could tell by the sensation of blood rushing to his head, that he was upside down. How high up would they be now? Please, don’t drop him! She hurt the others. Did she plan to hurt him?

 “Lemme get a good look at you. Wowwie, how you’ve grown!” The strange gem snickered. “You’re a proper handful now. And a star of your very own. Look’t that, must’ve gottan Greg’s hair!” She continued turning him over, laughing. “Have you poofed yet? Or is this a glowup?”

 “E-excuse me,” Steven stammered. He dared creep an eye open. “Do I... know you?” The expression the gem gave him, was not what he wanted. He shut his eye again. They were falling—

 “AHHH!”

 Their plummet braked gradually, and the odd gem flipped over. She landed on her feet, still holding Steven aloft, examining, tilting him side-to-side. “You don’t remember me?”

 “Um, should I?”

 “Should you?” she echoed back. Her eyes narrowed, the lines on her cheeks arching. “Should you!”

 That was probably not the best response. Steven tried to get a better grip of the twists wound over his chest, but the loops were unwinding. “Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me!”

 “I’m not gonna drop you. Think I’m like the others, careless and aloof.” She scoffed. “Did they, uh, mention anything about me?”

 “Er, no. Why wou—” His better sense of self-preservation ended that trail of thought. “Are you a… Crystal Gem?” She tossed her head back and laughed.

 “Don’t lump me with the grit.” She set Steven down on the branch. Abruptly, he dropped to his tummy and wrapped his arms over the tree limb. The gem crouched, leaning close. “You really don’t remember, do you? Your best friend?”

 “I just told you! I’m sorry! I have no idea who you are! I’ve never ever heard about you, until…” How long had he been kidnapped? “Just now!”

 “Not even a snide comment, vague annoyance? No ambiguous so-so, about dear, pitiful, discarded Spinel?” She clasped her hands in front of her chest.

 “Spinel?” That was what Garnet said. Shouted, actually. “Is that your name?” The gem deflated, melting over the branch. “Sorry.”

 “No honorable mentions or a wee cameo? Gee, that’s depressing. Hah.” From where her body hung over the tree branch, she peered up into Steven’s face. He locked his eyes tight and tried to shuffle away. “Pfff, I shouldn’t be surprised. Yee… left an impression, I did. Not the best, I guess. One little….” The voice faded out, and the invading presence dissipated.

 Steven chanced a glance. The Spinel moved off and was seated a few feet from him. The dark markings under her eyes resembled warpaint, and the ratty pigtails drooped down her back. He had absolutely no recollection of where or when she might’ve appeared in his life, but she insisted. And she knew his friends, and they really knew her. Knew enough to clash and fight it out, try and get him out of there ASAP.

 Steven cast his eyes over the branch side, and immediately regretted. THEY WERE SO HIGH UP! Not only were they in a giant tree, it was a giant tree growing out from the side of a cliff. Below them was nothing but fog and birds. BIRDS FLYING BELOW THEM.

 He smothered the scream in his throat and whined. “Hey! hello!” he groaned.

 “Hmm?”

 “Are you… do you plan to hurt me?” His shoulders and knees ached from how hard he was locked to that tree.

 “N..oooo.” A sly grin split her face as she turned to him. “What gave you that idea?”

 “You kidnapped me!” And the inquiry about if he poofed or not. Steven internally screamed. “Can we please go to the ground. Nice and gentle, like a feather. Please!”

 “You afraid of heights, or sumthin’?”

 “No!” Steven felt like he might just slip through the solid tree. Or slip off the side, the trees surface was slick and glossy. “I’m just uncomfortable about being a million feet in the air above jagged rocks!”

 “We’re not that high up. And if anything, we’re above water. Or more trees.”

 “This is high up!” he yelped. “And I bruise easily.” He tried glaring at her, but Spinel didn’t look near ready to do anything other than be pleased by his fear.

 “I’ll take you to the ground, on the condition you answer a few questions.”

 “Okay,” Steven hissed. “But can we do that once I’m on solid, stable ground? Wait!” Spinel rose, but dallied to approach. “Take me to actual ground. I don’t wanna be stuck in a bottomless chasm.”

 “Aw, no fun,” she sniggered. She strolled over casual as could be and gripped his shoulders. “Leggo. I’m not prying you loose, ya lil grub.”

 It took a few seconds and some mental coaxing, but Steven allowed his joints to unclamp. A little. The gem’s arms snaked around his body and she hefted him up; Steven did NOT like the sensation of open air around his feet, and the recollection there was absolutely nothing but open abyss. He poured every ounce of self-control into not thrashing, and settled for grabbing the gem by the shoulder-pad thing.

 “I’m not gunna drop you,” muttered Spinel. She began a janky ascent, bouncing branch to branch, headed to the precipice high above. She did tug Steven close to her side, and he in turn wrapped arms and legs around her neck and torso. Tight like a koala.

 “I don’t have very good control of my gem powers,” he blurted.

 “So you have gem powers?”

 “I don’t know! Don’t fall.”

 Spinel unlatched an arm, and used it like a grappling line. ���You need to learn some trust.”

 “You kidnapped me!” He buried his face into her neck. Quite abruptly, they dropped. He howled, even after Spinel regained control. “What was that?!”

 “Slipped.”

 “Don’t do that!” They were going to die.

 What felt like days gone by, Spinel stopped moving. Steven refused to open his eyes expecting a trick or something worse. The arm came undone from his chest, prompting him to reinforce his grip. “Check it out. Solid ground. Or would you prefer I remove you by force, and if I do, I’ll hang you in the highest tree.”

 That got Steven to look. The forest floor, as promised. He sprang off Spinel and landed, undertaking a tense stance fully prepared to run. Though no doubt if he fled at his best speed, she’d catch up. He looked around, hoping for some familiarity to their surroundings. With any luck, the others wouldn’t be far away, or he could make a break and catch up with them in short time.

 Everything looked foreign, and the thicket was dense. The final coup de grâce was it getting dark.

 “Why are you in my forest?” The question brought him back. Steven didn’t have great vigor, and the gem looked like a sprinter. A rubber band, even.

 “You’re forest? Doesn’t it—”

 “I’ll ask the questions!” she snapped, stamping a foot. “Why are you here? Did they come for me? Are they here, to take me away? Put me someplace? Bubble me!”

 Steven took a step back. “N-no. Uh, something about a temple, and a warp pad breaking? I kind of forgot?” He tried smiling and looking innocent, but the gem glowered, expression ominous. Today would be the day he would die. Farewell, Cookie Cats.

 “Fine,” she exhaled. And began walking away. When Steven remained rooted (pun intended), she looked back. “What? You wanna stay here? Or, would you rather I carry you? Through the trees? It was such fun the first time, ya think?” Steven hurried forward, in no great hurry despite the threat. The shadows among the trees began to thicken, but some of the crystals dotting the soil and tree trunks shimmered with an inner light. “This is going to take forever,” she grumbled.

 “Um, can I ask a question?”

 “Ya just did.”

 “Okay. Can I ask one more question, after this one?”

 “I can’t promise I’ll answer, but shoot. What’s on your mind?”

 Steven climbed over a shattered chunk of chalcedony and hurried, already huffing with the effort. The gem had long strides, and any obstacles she need only step over. “Where are we going?”

 “The temple. That’s where you and the others were going, wasn’t it? I have a hunch they’ll head there, first.”

 “Oh. Really?”

 She looked over her shoulder. “You don’t have much of a choice, d’ya?”

 Well, he lived a good life. It wasn’t long, but, mostly good. “Can I ask… more questions? And maybe get answers.” Spinel shrugged. She did stop at the top of a steep incline and waited for him to catch up. Steven struggled, with his rasping breath and the stiffness in his joints. Likely from holding to the tree so tightly.

 “How do you know, the others? Aren’t you a Crystal Gem?” The gem choked and laughed. It was abrupt and startled him, but the thick guffaws bled off and the gem was looking at him. A smile repelled by her dark eyes graced her face.

 “What makes you think I’mma Crystal Gem?” She reached behind her back and touched the area where her shoulder blades would be. “No star.”

 “You knew about the stars,” Steven tentatively added. He didn’t want to get abandoned out here. Or, hung from a high tree branch.

 “Hmm. Clever. Good catch.” She nodded. “Pretty remarkable the others remembered me at all. Or, maybe they tried to forget me, and couldn’t do that right. I don’t know which is worse.” Her shoulders sagged. “Tried to erase me, did they? Heh-heh. I hoped they would’ve… kept the better parts of me. There were good times. I remember the good times.” She shook her head.

 “Um, so, you were a Crystal Gem?” That brought some hope to Steven. He might be safe around her, and perhaps wasn’t in immediate danger. That left only the question, why the fighting? The anger.

 “A while back. C’mon. I’m pretty sure Garnet will go with the scenario where I leave you at the temple. Unless… something goes wrong.”

 “What could go wrong?” Steven had to haul himself over a log. Sure, it might’ve been easier to go around, it wasn’t a long log. But he wanted to go over, like she did.

 “Not too sure. Anything, I guess. I’ve lived here for a while. I mean, pfft, I don’t keep track. How old are you?”

 “Thir…teen.” He stopped when she did.

 Spinel was gazing off, at clusters of crystals jutting from the roots breaching the soil. “Thirteen. Thiiiirteeen? You sure you’re not, five or somethin’?”

 “Nope. Pretty sure. Thirteen birthdays. Thirteen birthday cakes. Thir— er, are you okay?”

 “Nothing! It’s nothing!” She cackled, holding her side. “What’s a decade to me? Nothin’, that’s what. I’ve stood around waiting longer. No biggie. Hurry those legs!” She swiped a tear from her eye and resumed, down an incline. Steven was eager to catch up. A downward slope, at last!

 __

 “She won’t… hurt him. She can’t!” Pearl insisted. She leaned on a tree, eyes downcast and shoulders shaking.

 Garnet struggled and sought, but couldn’t focus on browsing through the scenarios and keeping the team together. Even Amethyst for the most part was quiet, and her light jests came dry, void of mirth. To top it all off, the sun was descending beyond the distant mountains. The hamburger backpack she carried, as it should be, sat nestled against her back.

 A purplish owl descended from the canopy, as it careened for the floor, the shape flashed and suddenly Amethyst was coming in for a landing.

 “Jerk jock hawk!” she screamed, skyward.

 “No luck?” Pearl presumed. She gripped Amethyst by the shoulder’s and looked her in the face. “Anything? Please tell me you saw something!”

 “Naw. Got halfway to the temple, and nada.”

 “Is it wise to try and head her off at the temple?” Pearl directed to Garnet. “She’ll reason that’s the first place we would look. That’s what she does!”

 “Precisely.” Garnet stepped by the others, encouraging them to continue. “He’s bait. The temple is the trap.” She dithered, while squeezing through a tight knit of bent trunks. “We will stay vigilant and cautious. Though she can’t preset traps, she seems firmly established in this area.”

 “Like she stands a chance against all of us?” Amethyst tucked her hands behind her head and followed. Garnet gave her a stoic stare.

 “Last I checked, we were caught by surprise. Let’s not have that repeated.”

 “Still, she ran away,” Amethyst insisted. “That’s what she does.”

 “We don’t want her to run away, again!” Pearl harped. “Why now? Why suddenly reappear? I was certain the warp…” she trailed off. It was too awful to think, too awful to speculate. One time, Spinel was their friend. But when Rose… they all took it hard, but Spinel was impossible. Inconsolable. They needed to find the two and fast. Rose had warned her, made her promise to keep Spinel away from Steven at all costs.

 “Even if it means bubbling her,” Rose spoke, calm and refined. “Someday, we can try releasing her. But she’s too wild and unpredictable. And if I’m honest, I’m frightened of what she could do. She’s not the Spinel I used to adore.”

 What she could do was take outdated gem tech, risk blowing them all up, Steven included, and drag the child off into the forest where, who knows what lurked.

 Pearl hastened after the others, the three charging through the undergrowth pursuing the general direction of the destination. She dreaded what danger Steven could be in, and what his chances for survival would be. Time was running against them, escaping like it always did.

 __

 “Are all gems stretchy? I’ve seen Garnet stretch, but not like you. You’re like, a melty twizzler.” Steven yawned.

 “I’m unique.” Spinel set Steven down on the other side of a massive cluster of crystal, and recalled her arm. The shimmering light of her gem gave distinction to their surroundings, while turning everything a crimson-rose hue. It made Spinel’s face eerie, but Steven liked seeing where his feet were going better. Still, he stumbled periodically on uneven lumps that looked like harmless shadows.

 Throughout the trek, he came up with a variety of questions to quench his curiosity. Most revolved around why he never saw or heard of her, which topics the Spinel danced around effortlessly. Time and again, Steven edged towards her history with the other Crystal Gems. But same as her reason for being in the forest, she skittered aside. A few inquiries about herself the would humor, such as the flashes she utilized to blind the gems – and himself. She was much the same as the other gems, but that was the most of the information she would offer.

 “Why won’t you tell me why you and the others were fighting?”

 “That’s confidential. And I told you, we have our… differences.”

 “That’s no reason,” Steven countered. He had his hands jammed in his pockets and his arms pressed to his sides. There was a coat in his backpack. Alas. “There has to be a reason.”

 “Nah-uh. They don’t like me, and that’s the facts.” She looked very creepy when she cast a grin back, eyes wily and swirly. How did she do that? More importantly, why? “That’s all there is. Leave it alone.”

 Dissatisfied but unwilling to pursue the topic further, Steven did as asked, “How much further to the temple?” Simultaneously, losing his footing and stumbling over a shallow pit. “Ow.” He stopped momentarily to knock a few stones out of his flipflops.

 “Another two miles, I think.” Spinel came to a halt and cast her gaze to the canopy. “We would’ve been there forever ago if we’d taken the treetops. Heh. Old game.”

 “WHAT? We we’ve been walking for years.”

 “Don’t be so dramatic, you pitiful lil grub, it’s only been five.” She paused. “Years.”

 “Are you really taking me to the temple, or are we going in circles? Be honest!” Steven was bruised, sore, and hungry. He wanted a snack more than finding the temple, or reuniting with the Crystal Gems. And if he looked deep in himself, he knew he was scared too. But he didn’t want to acknowledge that. To believe he was frightened, would mean he was in real danger.

 “We’re going to the temple,” the gem rasped. “If I really wanted, I could just leave you here and go on by myself. Why should I bother leading you astray? You do it so slowly, anyway.”

 Steven inched back, entertaining the idea that he might’ve been better off on his own. “If you left me, I might just be able to find my way to the temple all on my own. I am a pretty capable person.”

 Spinel blinked slowly, looking bored. “No. You couldn’t. You’re hopeless on your own. More so, when you got your other friends with you,” she sneered, none too kindly. “Four minds, and nothing between them.”

 “Oh yeah!” He barked. “I got you now, which means we’re both hopeless!” He jarred, realizing – by the shot expression the gem wore – that was an insult. He clasped his hands over his mouth and retreated a step, losing his footing all at once and tumbled to his butt.

 Spinel broke down with laughter. “Whew! You got me there. No argument!” The chuckles faded as she observed Steven, gawking at her like he was ready for the grave. “You look a tad trail weary, pardner.” Steven scooted backwards when she approached. She held out her hand. “C’mon. You’re eager to get back with… them.”

 Hesitant, Steven took the offered hand. He gave a yelp when Spinel hefted him off the ground completely and plopped him onto her back. He wrapped his arms around her neck, fully expecting her to shoot skyward like before.

 “No heights! No heights!”

 “Relax,” she sighed, exasperation apparent. “We’ll stay grounded. Or do you wanna walk. I’m just tired of all this waiting on you.”

 Steven loosened his hold by a margin and watched the grassy soil fly by. She was moving fast, and his legs – he couldn’t imagine taking one more step. “Okay. If you stay out of the tree, then that’s fine,” he mumbled. “Um, do you think the others will already be there?”

 Spinel laughed. “Not likely. This place is… pretty not safe. Er, I’ve been here a while, so I would know that.”

 Steven frowned. He didn’t like the sound of that lie. “Did… you set boobytraps?”

 “Ooh, I wish. Honest to stars, I did not expect company.” She cackled, while skidding down a grassy slope. “I have bigger things in the works, and I don’t need the setbacks. I admit, prying you out of Garnet’s gauntlets was not my brightest scheme, but how else was I going to get to see you.” Spinel grumbled something under her breath, which he didn’t catch.

 “You did this… ‘coz you wanted to see me?”

 “Doi. They went on the immediate evacuate of lil Stev-o, right? And fighting! Always solving problems with the fighting!” Spinel was back to hiking uphill, weaving around trees and splintered chalcedony.

 “You did attack them… first,” he was hesitant, to say. But he needed to say it.

 Spinel stopped atop a fallen log and laughed. “I merely announced my presence. With flair!”

 “Okay.” In the distance, through the towering tree tops, Steven spied something glittering under the night sky. A sort of building or structure, but it looked embedded with tree limbs. They must really be headed for the temple. That was a relief.

 “Gem powers,” she suddenly announced. Spinel cast off, pouncing between spikes of crystal and petrified timber. “You have them, then?”

 “Uh… not very well.”

 “A shield? Like your mom?”

 Steven was shook. This person, gem, he never met before, knew about his mother. And her shield. Not even Lars knew. “Yeah?”

 “Perfect,” grinned Spinel.

 “You knew my mom? Really?” He leaned his head a little more over Spinel’s shoulder, trying to see her face. She leaned away, like, stretched her neck. It was weird, but he’d seen Amethyst do weirder antics with her shapeshifting, and he was once a cat abomination thing.

 “Yup-yup. I was her bestest friend, after all. Very…” Spinel stalled, as she crept through a hallowed tree log. It was a blanket of black, aside from the haze of pink encircling the two, “close. For many years. We go, I guess… went, far back. Eh, that’s enough about Rose.”

 “But I wanna hear more about my mom. You knew her! Tell me more! C’mon, you kidnapped me and everything, I deserve to know more. Lot’s more.”

 “That’s a story for another day.” Spinel curved her arm over her shoulder and patted his head. “And I’m still irritated… about stuff. How ‘bout you? What did the others tell you, about great, flawless, Rose?”

 Steven cast his eyes down, hurt with a side of bitterness. The Crystal Gems gave him the same treatment, in regards to topics about his mom. Here and there, a little story, a piece of the puzzle he lacked in his life.

 “They don’t like to talk much about her, either,” he admitted. “Not my dad, though, he’s told me more. And, I don’t think he knew her as long.” He exhaled. He understood that they hurt, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to know, he wanted to understand.

 “They’re still sad.” he continued, softly. “But there’s so much I want to know. The people that knew her best, the longest, don’t want to share her with me.” He braced himself for another of those sneering jabs he was becoming accustomed to, but Spinel retained silence. Her pace had slowed, too. They exited the dark hollow and moved up and steep incline.

 “Kiddo,” she uttered, at last. “Y’know, it wasn’t— you’re not— Oh! Would ya snag a view of that.” She inclined her head forward. “The temple. Piece of old gem junk. Be awed dazzled.”

 Steven was very nearly floored. The trees nearest to the structure, splint vertically and the mineral layers up the outer fortitude of the castle. Though clearly in a state of disrepair, or incomplete, the vague cylinder assembly was apparent. The forest was twisting inward, spiraling and jagged, to construct the layers of the temple, while some layers splint backwards. Steven was awed dazzled.

 “Are they here?” he demanded. “Can we go inside?” He tried climbing onto Spinel’s shoulders, but lost his footing. She didn’t let him fall.

 “Quiet, and listen,” she whispered, while holding a finger to her grin. “I’ll sneak in, stealthy like. And if we find your friends – and we will find them first, that’s a promise – I’ll let you go back to them. No holds, no bars. You can reunite, be all happy and sappy, and get the dickens out of my forest. Capiche?”

 “What does that mean?”

 “It means, ‘get out of my forest, or I’ll chuck ya into the nearest star.’ Fair trade?”

 Steven dangled by his arms. She let go of him so he could slip off her back, but he wasn’t ready to walk yet. His arms were getting tired though. “You promise? You’re not trying to trick me, are you? You’ll let us leave?”

 “I said so. Promise.” Spinel made a motion across her gem. “Cross my heart and hope to, eh, shatter.” She adjusted Steven on her back and began a methodical and cautious approach down the clear path, towards the towering edifice.

 Steven was uncertain if he could trust her unconditionally, but he had faith in his friends. They arrived at the temple, at least she was true to her word in some area. And if she did try anything, he could always impede her by… covering her eyes or pulling her pigtails. He could do something. He was more capable than what she gave him credit for.

 Even if his legs were tired.

[soft-baby-dobrik]

vacation // ethan dolan

a/n: i started this like almost 6 months ago maybe longer and just never finished so i’m gunna finish it now bc i love ethan dolan too okay

summary: spring break takes a turn for the worst when you meet ethan dolan and fall in love because i mean who wouldn’t?

(yes he’s famous in this do not be confused bbys)

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The sun shone high above as your body laid on the almost too hot sand as your body created new grooves in the sand to accustom to your body shape. Sunscreen had been drenched on your already tan body – thankfully tanning beds are in existence so your normally pale skin would not succumb to the UV rays – in the hope of not turning into a lobster. Your eyes were shut in a calm, relaxing manner as you tilted your head back to feel the warmth of the sun. A drenched family memeber ran towards you and splashed you with cool water droplets, causing you to squeal and open you eyes abruptly.

“Jake,” you groaned at your younger cousin with a smirk on his lips.

“Get in the water, pussy,” he grinned.

You scoffed, “Um, we just got to the beach and i’m enjoying the sun and you’re 15, shut the fuck up.”

“And you’re 18 and won’t get in the water, so, PUSSY!” he yelled the last word loudly, evoking a response from your aunt.

“Jake! Come here right now!” she screamed in anger causing you to smirk at his somewhat fearful state as he walked slowly over to his mom.

“Have fun,” you smirked and he flicked you off, making his mom scream at him again. You laughed and shook your head.

“Y/N,” your mom frowned down at you.

“What?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Why are you just sitting here?” she asked.

“Mom, we just got down here,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Why don’t you go in the water or for a walk?” she asked. “This island is beautiful, go enjoy it!”

Sighing, you pushed yourself up and wiped the sand off your body. You forced a smile towards your mom, not wanting to make it seem like you were ungrateful for the trip. This island was beyond beautiful, but you had only been at the beach for less than five minutes and on the island for 3 hours, but if it would make your mom happy, you would go down to the water.

Once you were in the water, you gulped. While it was crystal clear, that made you slightly more nervous with being able to see what all is in there. Slowly, you eased your body into the inviting water until you were waist deep. Your eyes looked around at the water in front of you, watching the slight waves ripple through the water. Suddenly, you felt your body jerk under the water and screamed at the top of your lungs in fear. Whipping around, you were met with your hysterical cousin standing in the water.

“You fucking jerk!” you exclaimed, eyes wide and breathing heavily as your head lowered in embarrassment. A voice joined the conversation while your cousin continued to scream with laughter.

“Hey, are you okay?” a new voice spoke, with genuine concern. Your gaze jolted upward to see the most beautiful boy to every girl with an Instagram or any form of social media standing about five feet away from you: Ethan Dolan. Himself, in the flesh, breathing, but more importantly, shirtless and in front of you. Unaware of your body’s response, your mouth parted as your gawked at the sex god right in front of you. Your cousin only laughed harder at your starstruck state. 

“Words, y/n,” Jake got out between breaths as your features flushed harder. 

“I-I’m okay,” you stuttered out, eyes not leaving Ethan’s.

“She’s fine, I just scared the fuck out of her,” Jake laughed with a smug grin.m

“I’m Ethan,” he introduced.

“Yea, I know,” you smiled embarrassed. “You’re kinda famous.”

“Oh do you?” he let a beautiful grin overtake his mouth before running his tongue across his teeth.

“Wait,” Jake interrupted before turning to you with a smirk, “The Dolan guy you’re like in love with.” At the panicked look on your face, Jake cackled.

“I’m not in love with him!” you moaned, throwing your head back in annoyance and embarrassment.

“I mean, I’d be okay with that,” Ethan smiled widely, biting his lip in sync.

“Um, I’m uncomfortable,” Jake grimaced before shifting his weight in the water and then headed towards the beach.

“Well, he is something,” Ethan laughed.

“That’s my younger cousin. He kind of doesn’t leave me alone or let up,” you awkwardly said.

“He seems like a dick,” he chuckled, smiling at you.

“Yea, he kinda is,” you laughed.

“So,” Ethan began, looking over at you, a smirk playing at the ends of his lip, “are you really in love with me?” he teased, looking you up and down. Heat went through your whole body as you felt flushed, and nervous. 

“That’s kind of dramatic,” you replied, rolling your eyes, trying to play off your panic.

“How long are you here?’ he asked, no joking tone evident. 

“Um, a little over a week, why?” you answered, looking up at the bronzed beauty in front of you.

“I’m here for about a week still,” Ethan began, looking around the beach before his eyes landed on you. “So, you know, if you’re not too busy with family time, I’ll be here,” he offered, a playful smile on his face. “And I mean, how often are you asked on a date on a beautiful island vacation,” he finished, looking at you with a smile.

“You act like I needed more convincing than just you,” you said, feeling hot all over again at the fact you said it out loud. 

“I mean, you’re pretty beautiful yourself, so I don’t know if you have a boyfriend or anything, so I had to give that extra incentive,” he shrugged off, bringing the hot sensation all over your body again.

“So, even if I had a boyfriend, you take me out on a date?” you asked, although you didn’t have one, more so just to tease him.

“I mean, it’s not often I see a gorgeous girl like you, on this beautiful island,” he explained.

“So if we weren’t on the island, then you wouldn’t wanna go out?” you continued. “And I’m sure you see plenty of gorgeous girls,” you corrected.

“Okay, look, I think you’re beyond beautiful, and I wanna take you out, just let me take you out, please,” Ethan groaned out at your attempts to further the banter.

“I might be able to make time,” you replied, biting back a smile, trying to tease him further.

“Well, I’m going to take that as a yes for my sake, because I may not leave you alone until I get a yes,” he admitted, laughing slightly.

“Oh, well in that case it’s a no,” you said, smiling at him.

“Then I’m about to be with you all day,” Ethan said, shaking his head. 

“Today’s my only free day anyway,” you teased, turning to look at the water.

“So, I’ll have to make today so fucking amazing, that you’ll have to make more time for me,” Ethan said, catching your attention. “Here,” he said, digging around in his pockets, finally taking his hand out and handing you his phone. “Um, put your number in here, and then we can figure something out,” Ethan said and you took his phone and punched in your number. Once you handed his phone back, you walked back towards where your family sat, as they all were staring at you. Instantly, you felt your face heat up. 

“Wait!” Ethan called out. You looked back over your shoulder to see him standing there, confused.

“Text me and maybe I’ll be able to stay longer,” you grinned, keeping your confident persona. Quickly, you walked back towards your family, all of them with eyes on you.

“Who was that?” you mom asked, eyebrows raised.

“Just Ethan freaking Dolan,” you answered, practically squealing.

“Who?” she asked, not knowing who you were talking about. “I mean, he’s cute, definitely, but who is he?”

“Ethan Dolan, he’s pretty famous from youtube and for being sexy,” you said, causing your mom to cringe.

“Honey, I know we’re close but not that close to call boys sexy,” your mom replied, lovingly and with some slight distaste. Just as you went to respond, your phone buzzed, signifying you had a text message. Looking down, you saw a text from an unknown number.

Maybe: Ethan: hey beautiful. its ethan

Smiling, your eyes caught sight of Ethan standing where you had left him and he smiled at you while waving. Shaking your head, you looked back down at the phone to see another message:

Maybe: Ethan: i texted you.. now will you come back over here so we can plan our date ;)

At that message, you couldn’t help but giggle. He was not only beyond hot, but was cute and cheesy too. 

you: you miss me already? hehe

You bit your lip as you saw the bubble pop up, signifying he was typing. Quickly, you put Ethan’s name in as a contact. Once you returned back to the message screen, you saw his message:

ethan: definitely, but can’t complain since my view of you right now it pretty nice ;) 

Your head whipped around to reveal Ethan standing a couple meters closer, smirking at your frazzled state.

“What’s going on?” your mom asked, noticing you and Ethan’s banter with no words.

“She’s texting the love of her life,” Jake snarled, laughing at your embarrassed state.

“Why don’t you invite him over here?” your  aunt chimed in, looking at the beautiful boy down by the water. Before you could shoot down the idea, both your mom and aunt were waving over Ethan, leaving Jake in hysterics, just thinking about what was to come. Sighing, you turned to see Ethan only a couple feet away from you.

“Hi,” he smiled, “I’m Ethan,” he introduced, instantly having both your mom and aunt in awe. He stuck his hand out to shake your mom’s hand and then your aunt’s.

“y/n tells us you’re some famous youtuber,” your mom practically asked. Ethan grinned, laughing at your mom’s statement. 

“Yes, I am, kinda,” he said, debating the right answer.

“So, why would you be interested in y/n when you probably have hot famous girls trying to get with you?” Jake asked in disgust. 

“Jake, stop it!” your aunt yelled. “y/n is beautiful!” you aunt added, looking towards you. Shaking your head, you looked down towards the ground.

“Yea, sure I have a lot of girls who throw themselves at me, but you’re cousin is the only one who treated me like a normal person. And let’s be real, your cousin is absolutely gorgeous,” Ethan grinned.

“Well aren’t you a charmer!” your mom gushed, causing your embarrassment to sky rocket. 

“I mean, if I’m not I may not have a chance with your daughter,” he admitted, looking over at you.

“Aw! He is the cutest thing!” your aunt exclaimed, making his bronzed skin blush a little.

“Alright, well,” you began, with no point. “Um, Ethan asked if I could go out with him,” you mumbled.

“Go get ready then!” your mom grinned, handing you the room key.

“Where are you going?” your mom asked.

“It’s a secret,” Ethan said, then looked you, “But not from you two at least.”

“Seriously?” you groaned, looking towards Ethan.

“Seriously,” he said.

“Go get ready! I want to know what the plan is!” your mom almost squealed, making you roll your eyes and walk back towards the resort. As you were walking, you got another text from Ethan.

ethan: still loving this view ;) 

ethan: oh, and wear something a little nicer!

You felt your cheeks warm with a blush, looking back towards where Ethan and your family were, to see him already with his eyes trained on you and a smirk on his face.

a/n: i’m probably going to make a part two???????? if you guys want me to????? idk you should lemme know if y’all want a part two!

[sassysweetcollegegirls]

I’ll Love You no Matter What pt4

The training deck was about focus and having each other’s backs. Lance was good at defending and offense but some of their other excersizes were difficult. Like the invisible maze which they decided to start with today.

“I need you to take two steps forward and then go left Lance.” The honey sweet voice was in his ear and it made it hard for him to remember the directions but he was trying. He’d already been zapped four times so when he bonked into the wall he threw the helmet,” Alright why am I getting zapped!! I keep following the directions.”

He can see her cherry lips move and the point at his helmet. Lance grabs it and settles it on his head and sighs,” What now beautiful?”

“I may straight up choke you.”

“What if I’m into that?” Lance teases

“Dude that’s hardcore even for you.” Keith responds in a half grumble half sigh.

“Well we never know till we find out do we keef?” Lance is cheery waiting for direction.

“Shiro? I’ve zapped this dude four times wanna run another pair?” Keith asks letting Lance hear every word.

Shiro looks down at Lance from the window his dad face evident. And he gestures to Keith’s mike. Lance swallows nervously as Keith hands it over trying to keep her hair out of the process.

“Lance why don’t you come up in the chair and direct and we’ll give Keith a shot in the maze.” Shiro’s voice is somewhat dead and Lance knows what that means. He’s not pleased.

Keith jumps up a fist in the air and Shiro smiles pleased to have given her an opportunity to work out with the body she isn’t used to. Lance swallows nervously and makes his way upto the viewing box. Shiro stands in his normal dad arms crossed posture watching Keith on the mats below.

“Lance what do you see?” Shiro asks

“Well I mean the maze is down there. And Keith is down there stretching. She tied her hair up. The lights are on, and she’s gunna put on her helmet? What’s the point of this excersize sir?”

“How many of those things you listed were about the actual room Lance?”

Lances face grew red and Shrio smiled lightly looking at Keith who is bouncing from foot to foot like she is testing the agility of her body. Then she looks at her helmet and at the room where Shiro and Lance are standing.

“Look I get it he’s attractive. He’s got this innocent look and sweet voice and it doesn’t make sense coming from Keith. But that’s still our Keith. He’s scared and he’s afraid to admit it. He needs you to look out for him and be his friend. Just try not to let yourself get caught up in the look okay?”

Shiro claps him on the shoulder and then he waves at Keith below who gives him a thumbs up. Lance looks at him and then at Shiro his heart aching torn ,” Let’s make this a clean run alright?” Shiro says and Lance nods.

He takes a seat in the chair and looks at the pattern of the maze and then at Keith below. Had this been their Keith would he be this goofy? Would his stomach twist at the thought of him?

“Walk three steps and go left.” Lances voice wasn’t full of the laughter and teasing anymore. It was soft almost hesitant.

“What the hell happened to you?” Keith asked her honey voice was clipped and it made Lance close his eyes and he imagined his friend. The one with the mullet that was greasy and short his chest puffed up with annoyance and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Dad happened to me. Go six steps forward and three steps right.” Lance ordered looking at the map instead of the beautiful girl running the maze below.

“He really needs to pull that stick out of his ass.” Keith remarked and Lance could almost swear he felt the low gravel of the real Keith in his microphone.

“Next left take eight steps and one hard 60 degree turn left and then go straight. He’s just concerned.” Lance commented turning to wink at Shiro who rolled his eyes but continued to watch Keith pleased by at least seeing progress.

“What that I can’t take the heat?” Keith snorts and Lance smiles because it’s a cute snort not entirely girly and not manly just a snort.

“Take three rights and then one left and go straight.” Lance is trying to think of a response,” He thinks your scared.” He admits finally just being honest.

“You know what’s scary Lance?” Keith says and lance can see his dot on the screen has stopped completely and he can hear Keith panting. But To Lance it doesn’t feel like Shiro’s there it feels like it’s Keith and Lance.

“I got a puddle under my boobs.”

“ Keith, that is the most terrifying thing I have heard all day.” Lance says serious and his face is three levels deep in shock as he looks at Shiro who is pinching the bridge of his nose and trying not to laugh at the same time.

Lance covers the mic with his hand and looks at Shiro,” WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO SAY?”

“I have no response for this. Get him out of there and I’ll have Pidge get him a towel and explain boob sweat...” Shiro says shaking his head and leaving the room.

“Looks like it’s just us buddy.” Lance calls down nervously after a moment

“Lance?” The honey sweet voice is soft and scared sounding the panting has died down. What Lance wouldn’t give to hear that name whispered before a kiss or late at night before he fell asleep.

“That’s not the scary part...” Lance recocognizes the grumble kinda it’s there but it’s just faint you just have to really pay attention and look for it.

“What’s the scary part?” He asks his tone just as soft

“Not knowing which me is real....” is the crushed response and then Lance watches as Keith carefully crumbles to the floor his body falling flat.

And all Lance can think is : I hope to god he’s okay. Please let him be okay. As he rushes down the stairs and past the now turned off Maze (he’d found a way to turn it off thank god) and to his friend who is looks simply exhausted.

“Keith talk to me buddy.” Lance says drawing him up into his arms and he realizes that Keith is cold. His skin is clamy and his lips are turning blue. “SHIRO.” He screams and then he halls himself up taking Keith with him into the hall.

Keith is light and his body fits perfectly in Lances arms. His hair is drawn into one of those messy buns and Lance wants so badly to tease him and ask what turned him into such a girl he knows he’d get punched but that’s better than this blue lipped nothing.

“SHIRO!!!! HELP?!? Anybody!?!”

“Lonce, my word! Is he alright?”

“No he’s turning blue where’s Shiro?!?”

“CORAN!”

“POD NOW.” Lance watched as Coran took Keith deftly from his arms and ran with him carefully down the hall Allura at his shoulder.

Shiro comes running watching as Keith is pulled into the medical area,” what the hell happened lance?”

“The puddles got him Shiro...” he said turning and hiding his face in the older mans chest fear gripping his own somewhere in there to tight for comfort.

***

Lance & Hunk were we waiting outside the medical wing when Shiro came out with Allura eyes narrowed.

“Who told Keith he could bind his chest?” Allura looked between the two boys and Shiro crossed his arms behind her.

“Bind his chest?” Lance whispered confused and Hunks eyes went wider than dinner plates.

“Katie...” Hunk whispered and then he dragged his hands down his face and groaned,” she must have told him about how she bound her chest in the garrison to look more like a guy... Keith must have done it too tight. Those idiots.”

Lance was confused first by the binding and then by what this has to do with Keith’s current state. “ What does Pidge’s whatever have to do with Keith going Blue?”

Hunk looked at Lance and then at Allura and then at Shiro before explaining,” You can tie up breast women used to do it way back when. They would tape them n whatever to pretend to be men. But the thing was if you do it to tight you can make it to hard to breath or even break ribs. If you don’t know what your doing. Things have changed and they have equipment that have made it safe since then but there are rules and stuff and we don’t have that stuff for Keith. He could have broken a rib or he can die if he does it wrong. That numbskull. What did he use?”

“Ace wrap” Shiro responds his voice level and everyone is quiet.

Lance speaks up,” I don’t think Pidge told him that to hurt him...Shiro you told me this morning this is confusing and scary for Keith. I think Pidge tried to tell him to make him feel better.. ya know, like I tried hiding but it was better when I didn’t... but..”

“Keith took it the wrong way.” Allura whispers

“He thought maybe he could hide... hide being a girl. Hide being feminine.” Hunk finishes everyone looks at each other somberly.

“This isn’t something we can just gloss past is it?” Shiro finally asks.

Lance shakes his head. “ Keith doesn’t know which one is going to end up being the real him, he doesn’t know if he’s going to be stuck as a girl or if he’ll get to go back to being who he was... imagine that fear. Not knowing what you are and if anyone will still be there when it’s over.”

Not a single person in the room had thought about it that way besides Lance who had just started thinking about it that way. All eyes were looking at Lance and most were filled with tears.

“ So what do we do Lonce?” Allura asked

Lance stopped to give it some thought,” we give him both sides. All of it. The good the bad. And we love him through it.”

***

When Keith comes to somehow it’s just him and Lance. Everyone else seems to need time to figure it all out so when Keith wakes up in the sweats that are his and the tank top and Lances jacket by his feet he’s a little out of it. He touches his chest first panicked and then his hair and his face and then he hugs himself cold and looks at his room.

“ You took the binders?” The whisper is honey and soft and panicked.

“Keith, they hurt you.” Lance is level his jaw quivers more than anything he wants to hold his friend “You were turning blue.”

“But Pidg-“

“Pidge knew all the science. She read all the facts and the history.” Lance sits on the bed and he puts his coat around Keith who just looks small inside of it. Keith looks at it confused because it’s warm,” She knew what was safe for her body and what wasn’t Keith..you’ve been a girl for what 12 hours?”

Keith hangs his head and Lance pulls him into his arms unable to help it,” I have no idea how much this must suck...”

Keith punches Lance and Lance takes it because he knows that Keith can’t really say a word about how this all feels for him. And it’s not like they hurt it’s a girl slamming her fist against his chest without a lot of force. “ Just fucking let it go Keith. Let it all go.” Keith punches lance again in the chest and on the shoulder and Lance just holds her as she begins to shake and scream until she finally finally just cries.

[thewondersofsmut]

Shh!!

Request: Can you do a fic with teen!Dean x reader(he’s 17 she’s 15)and she’s Bobby’s daughter and like clothed smut and John and Bobby catch them when they’re sleep (like her panties are on the floor his pants are unbuckled and stuff) and like over protective parents (I’m sorry I’m awkward) - @icycatgirl04 AND Can you do a thing where teen!dean and teen!reader where they’ve been secretly dating (because she’s ether Ellen’s or Bobby’s kid) and he takes her virginity but he’s not a virgin. And maybe Sammy hears them and teases them about it. Fluffy smut?(this isn’t really much of a plot but meh) I love your blog byeee!! - anonymous

Pairings: Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 1570

Y’all! I’m baaack! Hope you like this fic!

“Gotta go mom, bye dad!” Your voice echoed through the house, you could hear your mom, Ellen, say her goodbyes as Jo whined that you get to go to school with your best friend in his car and you could hear your dad, Bobby, scream for you to tell Dean to drive safely. You smiled, knowing everything should be fine. John and Mary Winchester’s boys are good, and Dean is very responsible. You got in the car his dad got him when he turned 18, his Impala, and flashed you a smile. You smiled back. “How’s it going, sweetheart.” “Typical, drive further, please. I want to kiss you so bad.” You murmured. He chuckled but the twinkle in his eyes weren’t hard to miss. A mile away from your secluded house, he pulled to the side and turned to you. You inched closer and he cupped your cheek in his hand and pulled you close, closing the distance between your lips. It wasn’t making out but it wasn’t just a peck either. Your passion filled kiss was just a usual after almost a year being together.

“I just want to kiss you whenever I want.” He whispered against your lips. You nodded. “Soon, I promise.” You said as you counted the days of your senior high to tell your parents and his parents that you two are together. “My mom adores you and Bobby raised me like his own.” He said. “I think they won’t freak out too much.” He added. “Oh I hope so.” You replied. “So what do you want to do after class?” Dean asked, rubbing the tops of your hand. “Dads still at work by then, mom’s leaving town and she’s be back around later than 10.” He added. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Sammy has this review thing after school activity.” He continued. You chuckled. “Are you trying to get to a point, Dean Winchester?” You asked. He innocently looked at you, but the smirk tugging on the corners of his mouth wasn’t easy to miss. “Well, mister, I’m pretty sure my mother and father are gunna be looking for me.” You said in a challenging voice.

“Okay, how ‘bout this, we go to your house after school like we always do then we can tell your parents we wanted to try that new diner that opened a couple of miles down.” He said. “It’s not like we haven’t gone to diners just to try them out before.” He reasoned. “You sneaky little bastard.” You chuckled but intertwined your hand with his, silently agreeing. In your defense, alone time was rare and you would take every opportunity you could to be with your loving and ever caring boyfriend. Classes went by quick, well at least thats how it felt like and as 3 pm rolled around, you and Dean were off and driving back to your house. “Hey mom.” You called out as you saw her in the living room. “Hi sweetie. Hi, Dean.” She smiled at you both. “Where’s dad?” You asked. “John needed him at the shop today, I think they got a ton of cars after that crash from this morning from the other town. So, Dean, you better be careful driving, especially with my little girl in it!” She said in a strict tone. “Yes, ma’am!” Dean replied.

“You two hungry? I can make some food.” Your mom asked. “Actually, you heard of the new diner that opened?” You asked. She nodded. “Yeah, heard it had a good start.” She replied, you and Dean silently sighed in relief. “Well, I was telling Dean how I wanted to try them out.” You said. “Okay, you two have fun. I gotta wait for your little sister to get home. Stay safe and be sure you don’t eat a lot for dinner. Be back before that.” She said, mostly looking at Dean. “Alright mom. See ya later.” You said and pecked her cheek. “See you later, Ellen.” Dean said and you two were off. The trip back to his house was quick. The tension started building as you two got into the car and you just wanted to be with him. He parked in his usual spot, he locked the door behind him like he always does, Sam had his keys. And the moment you two were locked in his bedroom that he twirled you around and gave you the sweetest kiss.

You both took off your clothes neatly, you had to be presentable after all. And then his hands were everywhere. Heck it felt as if it were the first time. He left sloppy kisses all over your neck as he slowly pushed you towards the bed, laying you down gently. His hands were supportive yet they were caressing you at the same time. He grabbed a condom from his side table, securing himself and you urged him to flip you two over. You ground yourself to his growing member, teasing him as you took over his lips. You knew you two didn’t have much time but you liked to drag it just a bit but his impatient growls sent shivers down your spine. Your alined his hard cock to your aching core, slowly letting him fill you up, hitting sensitive spots that made you moan, much to his pleasure. You took your pace as he moved with your rhythm, your fingers attached to you bundle of nerves as the other hand supported you on his chest. With every thrust he made made it seem like he’s deeper and deeper, slowly pushing you both to the edge.

He slightly lifted your hips up and bucked his hips up, you threw your hands in either side of his head and lowered yourself to kiss hum as he pounded into you, eliciting soft moans and cries of wanting to scream his name. You were closer and closer and as his cock brushed against your sensitive spot, you fell unto his chest, coming undone. He thrusted a little bit more, wanting to reach his climax, pulling tiny explosions from you. With a pant and a low groan, he came undone. He slowly pulled out and left soft kisses all over your face, making you giggled. He cleaned you both up and he passionately kissed you one more time and then you two were dressing up. As two went down, you could hear the television turned on downstairs. Your eyes widened and he went down first.

The creaks on the flooring was heard and little Sam, back from school, was watching TV, turned to look at the stairs. You grew red and Dean gave a blank stare to his smirking brother. “You two are pretty loud without the TV on so I had to watch something.” He said. Dean couldn’t utter a word and you were frozen. Sam, with his smart 14 year old mind, chuckled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell. Make sure to leave some snacks before you do the do so I could stay down here, my bedroom after all was beside yours, Dean.” He said and turned to face the TV, watching his show. “Uh, okay, we’re heading out. If dad gets back just say um, (y/n) and I went to the diner and he’s probably dropping her back home…” Dean trailed. Sam raised a thumbs up at the two of you. “Okay, make sure you get me something at the bookstore tomorrow for lying for you!” He commented. You could practically hear the smirk in that child’s voice.

Dean sighed and replied a yes. You two headed out and back into his car. You were still red and embarrassed. “Wouldn’t assume that that was the first time he heard us…” You said. “Just –let’s get going.” He said, shaking his head. The ride home you made yourself feel at ease as once again rubbed the top of your hand. “Gotta say though, it was really good.” You said, breaking the comforting silence with a chuckle. You heard hum chuckle as well. A mile from your house, he pulled over and turned to you. He caressed your face and kissed your forehead then your lips. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips. You smiled. “I love you too.” Dean then continued driving until he got into your graveled driveway. He walked you to your house and said his goodbyes. You walked in to see your mom helping Jo with her schoolwork. “How was the diner? What’d you get?” Your mom smiled, asking as you walked in. “It was pretty good, there were quite a few people. I got some pie and shake so I’m not that full.” You said and she nodded. “Dean didn’t pop by?” She asked. “He didn’t want Sam to be alone too long.” You replied.

“So since you two were doing the do and I gotta keep it a secret, I want that new compass I saw in the library.” Sam said as Dean walked back into his house. “Come on now, Sammy. Stop saying that, I got it, I’m getting you that compass.” Dean sighed in defeat. Sam expressed a yes making Dean shake his head. “Just be quiet ok!” Dean made it clear . “As long as you two keep quiet too!” Sam sassed back, meeting Dean’s face. “Alright! Alright! I will!” Sam promised and Dean ruffled his head, heading back to his room.

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Kirishima/Reader-- Stressed Out

This is a scenario requested a while ago, and one that Admin Harumi worked on and wrote a few weeks ago. Unfortunately my depression is worse and I only just got around to reading it! I’ll try and take care of the blog more!! Let’s give a big thank you to Admin Harumi for writing and working hard! She does alot but I’ve been slacking ;w;

~Admin Sparkles

Kirishima sighed happily as he stepped out of his washroom, a sharp toothy grin played on his lips as he thought about his plans for the night. The steam from the hot shower he’d just finished caressed his well defined muscles and escaped from the room before slowly evaporating. It’d been so long since he and (y/n) had spent anytime together out of school. (Y/N) was always busy and would a give vague excuse when he’d ask them about it. Kirishima loved them and trusted them but he was crazy about his partner and really needed to release some pent of affection! He’d planned this night for weeks, and asked (y/n) to make sure not to make other plans so that he could take them on a date. Kirishima loved taking his partner to surprise date destinations, so the fact that they were going to an amusement park was still a secret. He was determined to show (y/n) a great time and help them de-stress from their usually busy life.

A light buzzing sound snapped him out of his thoughts. “That must be (y/n)!” The redhead grinned before making his way over to the phone on his bed. Kirishima hoped that (y/n) was texting him to say how excited they were to see him. He sure as hell was looking forward to it after all. Still wearing a towel around his waist and a goofy smile, he flipped his phone open and read the text.  

‘Hey, sorry but I’m going to have cancel our date, Kiri. Gunna be busy tonight, I’ll make it up to you! :(‘

Your hand twitched away from your phone after you sent that message to your wonderful boyfriend. He was so sweet and perfect. He didn't deserve to be stood up. It was a last minute shift that your boss made you pick up. They almost made it seem like they'd fire you if you declined. Honestly, you wouldn't put it past them either. Your family needed the money desperately right now so it's not like the extra hours would hurt. It did however hurt you that you had to cancel on Kirishima again.Your heart filled with guilt and fist clenched at the sacrifice you were making for your family. Deep down though you knew you were doing the right thing. To be financial hero to them is the most important hero you could be right now. With that thought, you made your way over to the locker room, ready to change from one work uniform to the next.

'Ah it's okay. We'll go some other night, ^^” Let me know if anything changes, or if you need me, I’ll be right there! Have a nice night, babe :)’

Kirishima sent a reply to his (y/n), he was concerned and pretty disappointed but knew that his amazing partner wouldn't do this unless there was a good reason. The male’s red eyes fell onto the two pink tickets on his nightstand. He let out a small sigh. What now? He couldn't help but wonder as he got dressed. Just as the shark toothed male slid on some jeans, his phone buzzed again. This time the buzzing was accompanied by the Static Shock theme song. It was the meme expert himself: Denki.

“Hey, dude, need help getting ready for your date?” Kaminari offered over the phone as soon as his friend picked up. Kirishima had been gushing about his plans all week to his close friends but was truly moved that Kaminari remembered. The redhead gulped, not knowing how to explain his now dateless situation. “About that…”

“That’ll be 7,000 Yen..”

You informed the couple in front of you in your best customer service voice. One of them handed you the cash and you made sure to smile at them as you gave them their pink tickets. The gate to the left of the ticket booth you opened, allowing the couple to enter and start their carnival date. You watched as they snuggled into each other and couldn't help but pout. You’d give anything to be all lovey dovey with Kirishima right about now. “Don’t look so down, (y/n)!” a cheerful voice hummed beside you. You turned to give your coworker and classmate a weak smile. “I’ll try to cheer up, Uraraka. I’m honestly very glad I get to work with you today..I’m just a little distracted” You let her know softly. The cute brunet tilted her head to the side “Is it about Kirishima?” Uraraka inquired curiously before serving the next guest. You watched as the girl with the floating quirk happily exchanged the customer’s money for passes. “Am i really that easy to read?” You chuckled dryly earning another smile from Uraraka. “Do you want to talk about it? It should be slow for a little a while.” She placed a caring hand on your shoulder and you nodded, truly grateful for the great friend beside you.

“Thanks for coming with me, guys.” Kirishima grinned over to his hotheaded friend Bakugo and his electric type friend Kaminari as they made their way to the amusement park. “Yeah, whatever”  Bakugou replied with a shrug, not really having anything else to do but be dragged along. That’s what he said when his two friends asked him to come anyway. “C’mon Bakugou, we both know you love hanging out with your bros!” The yellow haired male insisted with a big cheesy smirk on his face before leaning over to whisper in Bakugou ear. “Besides, we’re supposed to distract Kirishima so he won’t miss (y/n), remember?” Kamimari muttered as they finally arrived to the entrance of the amusement park. “Tsk, If he misses (y/n) so much why doesn't he just go see them?” Bakugou shoved his hand in his pockets and motioned his head to the ticket booth that was now in view. Kirishima’s mouth gaped at the sudden scene of his significant other behind the glass a couple of yards ahead of them. “(y-y/n)?”

“And you see, I just don’t know how to tell Kirishima that I have three jobs right now...I think he’d freak out if-” “THREE JOBS???” Kirishima interrupted pressing his hands and face on against the window separating him from you and Uraraka, creating a loud thump. “Kirishima!” You yelped and jumped back, startled at the unexpected sight of your boyfriend in front of you.“When did you start working here?? Are you okay?? Why do you need so many jobs?? Are you getting enough sleep??” He overwhelmed you with well meaning questions, pushing himself closer into the glass with each sentence. “I-I..well ..um..” You stuttered not sure how to respond to such a personal matter while on the job and with people around. It wasn't time for your break yet, and it wouldn't be for at least another hour. “(y/n) I’m due for a break, but you go ahead and take mine. I’ll take yours later, okay?” Uraraka’s quirk was zero gravity and you knew that, but boy did it seem like she could read minds too. What an angel.

“Uraraka…” She gave you big smile to tell you it was no big deal then gave you a little push towards the door of the ticket booth “Call me Ochako, now go, shoo, shoo” where the last words she gave you before opening the door and scooting you out. There was now only a small gate keeping your boyfriend from tackling you into a hug. Kirishima glanced over to his friends behind him, silently asking if he could catch up with them later. “We’re gunna start hitting up the roller coasters, text us if you need anything, man.” Kiminari assured him. “Yeah I’ll just kick your ass at the game booths later” Bakugou added

After leading you to a secluded area between some tents at the amusement park, Kirishima pulled you into a tender hug and kissed your forehead gently. “Hey, i'm here for you okay?” He said softly while rubbing his strong hands over your shoulders to sooth you. “I’m sorry about earlier, I was just so surprised to see you here!” He continued before giving a small laugh and scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. This boy just really cared about you.

You gulped up at the lovable hero to be and averted your eyes to his. “Kiri, I should have told you..I just didn't want you to worry about me having so many responsibilities..” You confessed quietly. “ You have so many jobs, (y/n) and school..aren't you stressed out..?” He affectionately placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head to face him. His eyes were full of concern and love, you couldn't help but start to tear up. “I-I-I’m so stressed Eijirou…! Beyond stressed...But I have to do this to support my family..” you cried out, tears now streaming down your face as your body trembled.Kirashima’s eyes widened at you words, he really let them sink in before starting to speak.

“(y/n)....” He started, placing his hands onto your shoulders.“...doing all this to support your family…” He continued, pulling you into a bear hug “IS SO MANLY!!!” Kirishima shouted, tears now streaming down his cheeks as he nuzzled into his amazing partner.“You’re so strong and I’m so proud of you!” He sniffled, pulling you as close as he could without breaking you. A smile tugged on your lips as you cuddled into Kirashima’s neck, feeling truly blessed to have someone so extraordinary to call your own. Kirishima obviously felt the same about you! “Eijirou...you always know just what to say, I love you so much” You sighed happily, placing a small kiss on his cheek and earning one of his heart fluttering smiles in return. “I love you too, (y/n)! “

(An ending note from Harumi: Just to let you know myself, and Admin Sparkles are very proud of you for working so hard! Whether you have one job, multiple jobs, are looking for a job, are attending school or are fighting to be productive every day; we truly believe you’re one to be admired! Please take care of yourselves, we love you so much <3)