#HER BURST IS SOOO CLEAN

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OHHHHH NAVIA IS A FUCKING PULL

[moonlightrafe]

Out Of The Woods

summary: The war is over and Rhaenyra’s daughter gets a fresh start in The North.

pairing: Cregan x Targaryen!Reader

word count: 842

warnings: Description of pain & childbirth, grief, RIP Jace <\3

note: Sooo……. It appears that I’m in Cregan Simp Mode

It is a brighter day than usual when your labors start. The sun even begins to peak behind the clouds, casting a gorgeous gleam over Winterfell. It has been six months since the civil war between your family has ended and it seems as though the smoke-like grief that clouds your mind is finally beginning to clear. After all of your pain and suffering, you are now far away from Dragonstone and even farther away from King’s Landing. As your younger brother sits the Iron Throne, you have a hope for a peaceful realm. As well as hope that you and Cregan will finally be able to start anew.

Things are different in Winterfell, especially now that the dance has ended. There is no pressure for your babe to have silver hair or violet eyes. No pressure for it to be born with a cock. All that matters is that the babe is healthy. Your child will not suffer the same hardships as you and your siblings once did.

You can hear heavy footsteps outside of the chamber as Cregan paces restlessly. While you endure another hour of labor, you try to keep your mind elsewhere. Your gaze is fixed on the flicker of the candle that sits in the chandelier above your head.

One of your earlier memories is your mother being in labor with Joffrey. You remember wincing at her screams and placing judgement on the names she called her midwives. Now you don’t blame her. You even admire her for going through this so many times. You miss her terribly.

Your hand grips tightly onto the wooden headboard as you try your hardest to listen to the instructions of your midwife.

“Push into the pain,” she advises you, “when the pain is at its worst, that’s when you will want to push the hardest, my lady.”

Your knees are at your chest, a thin layer of sweat covers your entire body, and your once white nightgown is now stained red. You inhale deeply as you brace yourself for another painful contraction.

And just like that, it’s happening again. It begins as a dull ache in your spine that eventually overtakes you completely. It feels as if you were being torn to shreds. Your muscles begin to spasm and each wave of pain is worse than the last.

A particularly loud scream echoes out into the hallway and it has Cregan bursting through the door into the room, his auburn brows furrowed.

“This is not the place for men, my Lord,” your midwife sternly warns him.

“I do not care! What’s happened?”

“Nothing!” you bark at him, your teeth gritted. This is a pain he is unable to comprehend.

“I’m fine, we’re fine. It just hurts. That’s all.”

Cregan frowns at you as he comes to stand at your side.

“My lord—” your midwife tries to interject once again.

“I’m staying.”

He keeps true to his word and remains at your side for the rest of your labor, despite your midwife’s wishes — earning him many dirty looks.

Another painful contraction comes and the pain is mind blowing. But it seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel. You bring your chin down to your chest and push with all of your might. You push as if your life depends on it, because it does.

“That’s it, my lady! Perfect. I can see the babe already, a full head of hair,” she states.

Just when you swear you cannot push anymore, you feel sudden relief and loud cries fill the room.

“It’s a boy,” your midwife declares, and Cregan squeezes onto your hand tightly.

“And he is one healthy pup! With quite the set of lungs!” she adds.

About an hour later, once you are moved from the birthing bed and all cleaned up, you sit in your large bed that you and Cregan share. Your babe is cozily bundled up and suckling at your breast, his tiny gums gnawing at your flesh.

“Do we have a name for him?” Cregan asks you as he comes to take solace beside you, peering down at the tiny babe.

“I’m not quite sure yet,” you reply, your mind still hazy, your heart full, “did you have something in mind?”

“I was thinking… he holds a striking resemblance to your brother. What do you think?”

You glance down at your newborn son. An angelic face matched with tiny wisps of dark hair that threaten to grow into a thick head of curls.

“Oh,” you coo, “yeah… yeah, he does, doesn’t he?”

Cregan smiles widely at you, in a way that makes your heart want to burst right out of your chest.

You and Cregan both held great love for Jacaerys. It was something you bonded over when you were first getting to know one another. After spending so much time with him at the beginning of the dance, Cregan began to care for Jace as if he was a brother of his own.

“So it’s settled then,” he states with pride, “we’ll call him Jacaerys.”

“Jacaerys,” you breathe out in agreement as your husband places as gentle kiss on your forehead.

[p1nk-matter]

shiggy fluff cause he deserves all the love // inspired by @aslutforfictionalmen's post (here's my interpretation, i also spontaneously wrote this @/3am so his quirk may have been erased not his trauma tho)

‘’There is no reason to be wearing that.’’ You laugh as you look at him.

Tenko in a suit has to be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen. ‘’It's just a drive-in movie theater.’’ You tease and he scoffs.

‘’Yeah well I can’t win, can I? Tracksuits are too casual, I remind you of a busker, remember? And what’s wrong with that by the way, you wish you had their talent–’’

‘’Enough, we’re running late.’’ You cut him off but can’t hide your smile when he’s all annoyed lecturing you in a fucking suit.

The movie chosen was cliché, borderline comical especially when you’re accompanied by a tall man with questionable appearance. How you even convinced him to join you is beyond comprehension, most likely because you promised him to play Nintendo Switch, his latest obsession. You’d play with him regardless, a man with a childhood lost, robbed from things you experienced firsthand at a younger age but Tenko couldn’t really see it. You on the other hand recognized it, and through small acts (annoying as such because for some inexplicable reason he always lost to you) you showed him everything he’d missed.

‘’I wrote you 365 letters. I wrote you everyday for a year!’’

Ryan Gosling says as you feel a hand squeeze yours tightly, shoulders touching as the night sky glows above the projector. You turn to look at him confused, The Notebook was one of those films you’d seen a million times, failing to evoke powerful emotions after some time but it was still a very satisfying rewatch. Tenko turns his head.

‘’What’s wrong?’’ You say, anxious he might be having another panic attack. You knew how to calm him down but never the extent of it and that scared you.

‘’It’s nothing’’ He whispers, his voice is composed, you note, good.

‘’Yes... it wasn't over, it still isn't over..’’ Gosling continues.

‘’Can you believe he wrote to her all this time? This is so fucking cruel!’’ he almost shouts, as a couple of heads turn to look at him annoyed.

‘’Oh my god, are you crying over the movie right now?’’ You want to burst out laughing but the stares warn you otherwise, both your tones too loud. You can’t believe what a sucker for romance he is, he always acts all tough but ends up being hungry for love anywhere he can find it. You kind of get it, it also kind of breaks your heart.

‘’I’m so posting this.’’ You tease as he wipes his eyes clean with a tissue he had in his pocket.

‘’I swear to god if you don’t shut the fuck up.’’ His voice is shaky but his eyes are glued to the scene, anxious for what’s coming next. Will they make up? Maybe even make out, have sex? Poor him, he’s unprepared for the bittersweet end.

-

The drive back home is silent, you take it he’s still thinking about the film, contemplating its ending, unsure whether he likes it or not.

‘’Sooo.. did you like it?’’

‘’It was okay.’’ He feigns indifference and you don’t continue. You allow him to ponder before speaking up, he almost always adds something on his own.

‘’I just think it’s funny she married the other guy, you know.’’ He says.

‘’What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know about the letters, remember?’’

‘’Still, if she really loved him, she should’ve waited, should’ve been alone, grieved on her own. How could she do this?’’ He asks as you sigh.

‘’It’s just a film and people make mistakes. You never know until you tell them.’’

This time he doesn’t continue.

-

‘’So what do you want to do?’’ You ask once you’ve arrived home, it’s already past midnight but both of you are too lively for sleep.

‘’You promised Nintendo.’’ He reminds you and you sigh. Not your favorite part of the day but you silently take a seat next to him on the couch.

3 rounds of Mario Kart racing on the Nintendo Switch and Tenko is losing consecutively as he whines frustrated: ‘’Enough!’’

‘’I just don’t understand why you’re always losing.’’ You tell him, as far as you know he was unlocking the game levels with ease on his own.

‘’I don’t know, shit, you ask way too many questions today’’ he complains, ‘’I’ll go change, this suit is itching the fuck out of me’’ he continues as you get up.

He finds you scrolling on your phone, a towel wrapped around him, droplets falling from his hair, which he must’ve aggressively ruffled (in failed efforts to dry) as he literally drops his body onto yours, scaring you and making you drop your phone.

‘’Tenko, fuck agh!’’ You groan, ‘’my phone!’’

He was so annoying and on top of that soaking your shirt too.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ He smiles, he wasn’t really sorry, he missed you, he thought. Even though you were together the whole day, he still missed you. So much. He couldn’t get enough of you, any moment shared only made him more anxious for your next departure, he wished he could somehow glue you to his skin forever.

You playfully slapped his arm and he retaliated, pinching your nose as you pouted.

‘’Don’t pout.’’ He warns, ‘’I'll bite you.’’ But you don’t listen. He brings his mouth to yours as his teeth sink in your lower lip, pulling at it and letting it out softly.

‘’Ouch, you douche!’’ You fake pain but he knows he didn’t actually hurt you, he could never.

There was a moment where neither of you did anything, must’ve been less than a minute, before he leaned closer, mouths in close proximity as he noticed your eyes shut.

I want to kiss her, he thought and he did. Soft lips brought to yours, as you immediately kissed him back, cupping his wet neck and bringing his face even closer, deepening the kiss. His arms quivered, threatening to make him lose his balance and fall on top of you, he lost himself every time you kissed him.

His hand slid down your waist, positioning you higher on the couch as your hungry mouth searched for his again, needy breaths escaped your lips, a sight that made him feel the all too familiar pain in his groin, a towel was still draped around him and you were still in your outside clothes.

A peak across the room showed him the window curtains open.

‘’Give me a minute, baby.’’ He said as he got up to close them, returning to you with his arms stretched out, ready to move this somewhere more comfortable.

–

He was awakened by an asleep arm, your weight had fallen on it and he felt numb.

He gently tried to remove it but you moved around and whispered in a raspy voice, god, how much he loved that voice.

‘’What is it?’’ Your tone sounded anxious, were you afraid something was going to happen to him? Could it be that you cared that much?

Without a word he shushed you.

‘’It’s all right, go back to sleep.’’ He said moments later, a pain in his chest since he couldn’t tell you that actually yes, there was something on his mind.

‘’You know, you have to tell people how you feel, remember?’ You spoke so wisely, even after an interrupted slumber and he couldn't help but smile.

‘’I know baby, goodnight.’’ He said as you sighed and turned around.

For Tenko could not tell you that nothing compared to this, nothing like doing nothing with you and to admit this to himself was a big liability. He would tell you eventually, maybe he’d write it down, he found it easier, but on that day he chose to wrap his arms around you again, risking numbness, than to speak the words.

[ladykailitha]

Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 1

Just dipping my toe into the shovel talks trend.

*

“Hey, Steve?”

Steve turned around and Jonathan frowned. Steve’s eyes were puffy and his nose was red. “Oh, hey, man. What’s up?”

Jonathan could tell he was trying not to wipe the obvious tears from his face. As if that wouldn’t draw attention to them.

“I wanted to talk to you about you and Eddie’s relationship--”

Steve crumpled. That was the only way to describe it. The man was barely holding it together as it was, but it seemed that that was straw that broke the camel’s back.

“Look, I get it,” Steve snapped. “Don’t break Eddie’s heart. It sooo soft and I’m suuuuch a bitch. I don’t need the shovel talk from you.” The last word was said with such venom, Jonathan was forced to take a step back.

“Who’s been giving you shovel talks?” he asked.

Steve threw his arms in the air. “It would be easier to list off who hasn’t. The Byers family and El, only I can’t say that because you’re here. So just Will, your mom, and El.”

Jonathan frowned. “Even Robin?” Because that didn’t sound right. He had seen the two of them together and they were like freakishly close.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve snarled bitterly. “That’s the latest one. The one that makes me just want to throw myself into the god damn pool.”

Well, shit.

“Apparently this is Eddie first real relationship and since being gay is so hard right now, breaking his heart would be a disservice to humankind,” Steve mocked. “I asked her about my heart and my first relationship with a guy. But apparently that is as important as Eddie’s experience.”

Now that? Jonathan didn’t believe. But Steve was clearly hurt and was being dramatic about it. Which he was going to allow because holy shit.

But apparently Steve was just getting started. “At least Eddie’s friends all showed up together to give one shovel talk so that was nice. Hop and Wayne each did it while cleaning their hunting rifles, like they weren’t terrifying enough. I mean Mike’s an ass, so his I could brush off, but Dustin and Erica? Why does Eddie get more loyalty from them when I literally saved their lives? But Lucas and Max also double teamed me, so that was all sorts of fun. Nancy casually brought up that she has three guns now. So yeah, just get it over with so I can go back to being the worst boyfriend in Hawkins!”

Jonathan forced him to sit down. “That was a lot to unpack, I’m not going to lie. But take a deep breath for me, can you do that?”

Steve nodded and took a deep breath.

“Now let it out slow,“ Jonathan continued. Steve followed his instruction. “Great now keep doing that until your heart no longer feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest.”

Steve started breathing more normally and Jonathan sat next to him. “I’m not actually here for a shovel talk. I was wondering if you or Eddie would be willing to talk to Will about liking boys.”

Steve blinked at him for a moment. “What?”

“Yeah, he’s going through a really hard time with it right now,” Jonathan explained. “And I’m not really getting through to him because I’m straight and it’s pretty much meaningless coming from me.”

“Oh.”

“But no, I get your reaction, dude,” he said. “I really do. Has anyone given Eddie the shovel talk?”

Steve shrugged. “It’s not like I can ask, is it? ‘Oh hey, Eddie, anyone threaten your life over our relationship lately. No, no, not homophobes, I mean our friends? No? Well that’s just peachy!’“

Jonathan barked out a laugh. “Yeah, no matter how you phrase that it’s going to come off as bitchy. Especially if no one has.”

Steve nodded.

“Look, if you talk to Will for me,” Jonathan said, “I’ll talk to Eddie. Deal?”

Steve looked at the hand for a moment before he shook it. “Deal.”

*

Jonathan knocked on the Munson’s door. Eddie opened it with a look of surprise.

“Look, man,” Eddie said with a sigh. “I don’t sell anymore. And besides your friend from Cali has better stuff.”

Jonathan held up his prized. “Oh, I’m aware, I’m offering to share.”

Eddie looked at him for a moment and then closed the door behind him. “Yeah, okay.”

Jonathan lit two blunts and passed one to Eddie.

Eddie took a drag and sighed. “Shit this stuff is good.”

Jonathan just smiled.

“Not that I don’t appreciate the share, man,” Eddie said after a few minutes, “but why are you here?”

“I went over to Steve’s to ask him if he would be willing to talk to Will for me,” he said after taking a drag.

“Because your brother is gayer then the May pole?” Eddie supplied.

“Yup,” he replied. “Only our Stevie wasn’t doing so good.”

Eddie leapt to his feet. “What?!”

Jonathan tugged on his pant leg. “Sit down, dude. Let me explain before you go off half cocked and make things worse.”

Eddie sat down with a grumble. “You better start talking and you better do it fast.”

“In my experience shovel talks are for people you don’t trust not for people you care about,” Jonathan said slowly. “Only it seems our friends didn’t get the memo.”

“People have been giving Steve the shovel talk?” Eddie asked, eyes wide, jutting his chin forward in shock. “But no one’s said shit to me!”

Jonathan winced. “That’s kinda what me and Steve were afraid of.”

Eddie felt his heart sink to his stomach. “Do you--did he say how long it’s been going on?”

Jonathan shook his head. “But the fact that only my house and El haven’t given him the shovel talk I would probably bet since you two announced your relationship.”

“Shit,” Eddie whispered. “I bet the first two were funny, endearing even. Steve likes that kind of stuff. And then as it kept happening...”

“Yeah,” Jonathan agreed. “Has he been distant lately?”

Eddie closed his eyes and nodded. “Now I know why.” He thought for a moment. “Is there a way to call everyone together without alerting Steve, too?”

Jonathan shrugged. “If his boyfriend were to ‘accidentally’ turn off the walkie for an hour for some hot makeup sex...”

Eddie laughed. “I can absolutely do that.”

“I’ll set it up,” Jonathan said. He flicked the remainder of his blunt to the ground and stood up to grind it out under his boot.

*

Dang it, this was getting longer than I planned, but I’ll put out a part two later.

Edit: and it’s later! And part three! Part four and Part FIVE! Part Six!!!

[srslyscary]

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contents/warnings: SFW, slightly ooc, lowercase intended, angst, graphic scenery of death, just too graphic, mafia!ateez

including: ateez x reader

w.c: 2.5k

note: let’s bfr… I went all out with this. while I was gone I was coming up with stuff to write and lately I’ve been stuck on ateez sooo… ya! you a bad mf in this YUH! we eating ts up! also just to be clear.. you’re the oldest in this. I love making the oc the oldest when I write abt groups, it’s just bc I see the oc either being in the middle or the youngest. I’m holding out on the yunho fic rn bc this idea popped up . this is like SUPER long. but anyway enjoy!

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the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the city. the wind whispered through the abandoned buildings, carrying with it the tension that filled the air.

"everyone in position?" hongjoong’s voice crackled through the earpiece, his tone commanding and calm. "affirmative," YN responded, her voice clipped and focused as she settled into her sniper's nest on the rooftop of an old slanted building. her eyes scanned the horizon, the heavy sniper rifle steady in her hands. "i’ve got eyes on the target."

"yeosang, san, jongho?" hongjoong’s voice continued.

"we’re in position," yeosang replied. his voice was soft but laced with a dangerous edge as he and the other two infiltrated the rival group's headquarters. their mission was simple: ambush and neutralize the enemy soldiers inside while YN took out their boss from a distance.

"remember, this has to be clean and quick," seonghwa, the second in command, reminded them, his voice firm. "no mistakes."

a chorus of affirmatives followed, and the operation began in earnest. YN's breathing slowed as she focused on the distant figure of the rival boss, a man who had caused them endless trouble. her finger hovered over the trigger, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

as the minutes ticked by, the tension grew thicker. the team communicated in short bursts, updating each other on their progress. YN's eyes never left her target, but something about the situation didn't sit right with her.

the rival boss was too calm, too collected, as if he was waiting for something-or someone.

"everything okay, YN? eun-hyuk is right in your view." yunho’s voice crackled through her earpiece, a slight hint of concern in his tone.

"yeah, just a feeling, I got him though." she muttered back, her instincts screaming that something was wrong. her finger twitched on the trigger, but she held back, waiting.

suddenly, the feeling of something cold pressed against the back of her head made her freeze. the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked echoed in her ear, and a voice, low and menacing, whispered, "drop your weapons, or I'll blow your brains out."

silence fell over the communication line as YN remained perfectly still, her mind racing. she was trained for moments like these, but that didn't make them any less terrifying. her breathing hitched as she assessed her options, knowing that time was not on her side.

"YN? YN, what's going on? why haven’t you taken the shot yet?" seonghwa’s voice came through the earpiece, laced with urgency and concern.

but she couldn't respond. instead, she acted. with a sharp twist of her body, she slammed her elbow into the gunman's side, knocking him off balance. the gun went off, the bullet whizzing past her ear, and she quickly slapped the weapon out of his hand. in one fluid motion, she pulled out a knife from her boot and thrust it into his neck. the man gurgled, his hands clawing at the blade as he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.

panting, YN grabbed her rifle and slung it over her shoulder. she needed to move, and fast. her cover was blown. she bolted toward the edge of the building, heart pounding in her chest. the boys were calling out to her through the earpiece, frantic, but she couldn't answer them. she needed to focus.

without hesitation, she jumped out of the broken window, plummeting toward the construction site below. her body hit the sand-filled truck with a heavy thud, the impact jarring her bones, but she forced herself to move. she rolled off the truck, hitting the ground and sprinting toward cover as bullets rained down around her.

"i’m surrounded," she finally managed to gasp into the earpiece, her voice strained. "I need to get out quickly."

"YN, what the hell are you doing?" wooyoung’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of fear behind his words.

"i’m improvising," she snapped back, her temper flaring as she fired back at her pursuers. she ducked behind a stack of crates, reloading her weapon with practiced ease. her mind raced, trying to figure out her next move.

the enemy soldiers were closing in, their footsteps echoing in the night. she couldn't stay here. she had to keep moving. but the realization that she was drawing further away from her team gnawed at her. she was getting too far away, too isolated.

and then, they were on her. a group of men with blades, their eyes gleaming with malice, rushed at her. YN didn't hesitate. she fired, taking down the first few, but then her gun clicked empty. “shit. i’m fucking out!”

she huffed, no time to reload. she dropped it and pulled out her throwing knives, launching them with deadly precision.

the men fell one by one, but more kept coming. she fought like a demon, her body a whirlwind of violence, but they overwhelmed her. blades sliced into her skin, drawing blood, but she didn't stop. she couldn't stop.

finally, with a desperate lunge, she broke through their ranks, barely escaping with her life. her body screamed in pain, but she forced herself to keep going. she needed to get inside the headquarters. she needed to finish the mission.

staggering, she made her way to the building, using every ounce of strength she had left. when she finally reached the entrance, she paused, leaning heavily against the wall, trying to catch her breath. blood dripped from her wounds, staining the ground beneath her.

"i’m inside," she whispered into the earpiece, her voice barely audible.

"YN, what happened to you?" san’s voice was filled with worry, and she could hear the panic in the background as the others tried to make sense of the situation.

but she ignored them. there was no time for explanations. she needed to find the boss and end this.

the corridors of the rival headquarters were dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on YN's vision as she stumbled through the halls. her blood left a trail behind her, marking her path. she clutched a gun she had picked up from a fallen henchman, her grip tight despite the pain coursing through her body.

she pushed open a door, revealing a lavish office. and there he was, the rival boss, sitting calmly at his desk as if he had been expecting her all along. his lips curled into a smirk as he saw her, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"you look worse for wear, YN," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "I must admit, i’m impressed you made it this far. but it ends here."

"shut the hell up," YN growled, raising her gun. but before she could pull the trigger, her eyes caught something on his desk—a bomb, its timer ticking down with only five minutes left.

she cursed under her breath. this was a trap, and she had walked right into it.

the boss chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "you really thought you could take me down? you’re just a pawn in this game. and in every life, i’ll enjoy killing you and your pathetic friends."

the timer ticked down ominously, each second feeling like an eternity. YN's mind raced, trying to figure out how to defuse the bomb, but she wasn't a demolitions expert. wooyoung was. but he was outside watching with mingi. there was no way she could stop the bomb in time.

but she could still save her team.

without a word, she grabbed the bomb and ran, bursting out of the office and down the hallway. "get out of the building!" she screamed into the earpiece, her voice frantic.

"there’s a bomb! you need to get out now!"

"what the hell!? no! we’re not leaving you behind!" san’s voice was filled with desperation, but YN couldn't afford to let them stay.

"go!" she yelled, her voice breaking. "that’s an order!"

she could hear their protests, their refusal to abandon her, but there was no time to argue. she knew what she had to do. she reached the exit, her hand hovering over the door handle. for a brief moment, she hesitated, her heart aching at the thought of leaving her family behind.

but then she remembered their faces, their smiles, their laughter.

and she knew she couldn't let them die. anyone of them.

-

meeting hongjoong was the best thing that ever happened to me. he made all of this happen. he made us a family. he made me feel welcomed. he made all of us feel welcomed.

“yah! hong! smile for the camera you big idiot!” she called to her younger brother, ruffling his hair. “quit touching my head!” he huffed, before chuckling.

“i’ll take the picture. give it here.”

*snap*

“i’m gonna keep this—“

“no. I want it. give it here!”

“nuh uh it’s mine!”

-

meeting seonghwa meant the world to me. he cared for me. he loved me. he made me feel at home, even when I knew I didn’t belong. he made things we wouldn’t do, normal activities.

“hwa, I know you said you don’t do this type of stuff.. but I got a lego set to build. I was hoping maybe you would build one with me?”

“let me think— sure, cmon silly.”

“sweet! it’s star wars themed! with the little lightsabers and everything!”

“you’re too cute. alright it’s a pretty big box so let’s start.”

“yeah!”

-

meeting yunho was exciting, it was a fresh start to my boring and sad life. he taught me to be sneaky, smart, and he cared for me. he made me laugh everyday.

“okay but check this out!”

“PFFT- IS THAT HONGJOONG?“

“sure is!”

“yunho how did you even take this picture without waking him up?!”

“I have my ways..”

“JEONG YUNHO!”

“you fucking-“

“time to go!”

“WAIT FOR ME!”

-

meeting yeosang felt refreshing, he gave me a whole new perspective on life, on the decisions I should make, on being a better person to myself, even if our work was the most horrible thing ever. he always made sure I was taken care of and wasn’t going overboard.

“you know you don’t have to stay up so late researching about those guys. I already got that covered..”

“I just feel like I should help you out. my only job is to kill and clean. I hate it sometimes.”

“listen sis. I promise you I have it under control. just relax. you went on a mission today and none of us need our best asset to crumble into herself.”

“you’re right. sorry yeosang.”

“you’re lucky I caught you. if it was hwa or joong they would have lectured you until you died.”

“pfft- yeah I know.”

-

meeting san was special, I always felt I had a special connection with him. i treated him like blood from day one, as did he with me. he followed me everywhere and always protected me no matter the costs.

“san have you seen my drink?”

I threw it out. someone put something in it.

“no, but I can get you a new one if you want it.”

“please? I swear I just had the drink on the table.”

i’m gonna kill that guy.

“i’ll go get you a new one sis.”

-

meeting wooyoung was fun, he always did the silliest things to brighten my mood. he bothered me on a daily basis just to see how I was feeling. and although he was horrible on the field, he was the sweetest when it came to affection.

“knock knock, are you busy?”

“a little. i’m working on some reports for the captain. why what’s up?”

“im bored. cuddle sesh?”

“woo I have to finish this..”

“you’ve been doing that for hours. I’m pretty sure he would care less. you’re always up to par with your work anyway.”

“okay fine.. just an hour.”

“make it two and we have a deal!”

“fine…”

-

meeting jongho was the greatest gift I could ever receive. he made me feel worthy for the team, even more than seonghwa and hongjoong did. he quietly cared, he nudged me to keep going, kept me from falling back.

“y’know.. sometimes I wonder where the rest of us would be if you weren’t here.”

“what does that mean?”

“I guess what i’m saying is… like.. what if it was just the eight of us? what if we weren’t nine?”

“I’m pretty sure if it was only the eight of you, you’d go on just the same without me.”

“it wouldn’t feel the same though. we’ve always been nine, no matter how you look at it.”

“hey.. if anything happened to me, I don’t want you to think of what it would be like if I was there. I want you to keep going with the boys.”

“yeah. but still. I care too much to let something actually happen to you. so we’ll be nine forever.”

“nine forever.”

-

nine forever.

nine forever.

nine forever.

nineeight forever

nineforevernineforevernineeightforever—

eight forever.

"i’m sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with regret. "take care of each other. I love you all."

and with that, she turned and ran back into the building, determined to get the bomb as far away from them as possible. she sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the pain in her body, ignoring the fear gnawing at her heart.

but she knew it was too late. the timer ticked down, the seconds slipping away like sand through her fingers. she reached the last hallway just as the timer hit zero, far away from the boys. and with a deafening roar, the world exploded around her.

the explosion rocked the entire block, sending debris flying into the night sky. the rival headquarters crumbled to the ground, reduced to a smoking pile of rubble in an instant. the shockwave knocked the boys off their feet as they stumbled out of the building, the force of the blast ringing in their ears.

"YN!" jongho screamed, his voice raw with anguish as he struggled to get back on his feet. but the building was gone, and with it, YN.

"no... no..." san muttered, his hands shaking as he clutched his head, tears streaming down his face. "this is my fault... I should have been there... I should have protected her..."

seonghwa stood frozen, his mind unable to process what had just happened. his sister, the one he had sworn to protect, was gone.

he had failed her. he had failed them all.

hongjoong’s face was pale, his eyes hollow as he stared at the smoking ruins. from a few feet away. the weight of his responsibilities crushed him, the guilt tearing at his soul. this was his fault. He had sent her in there.

he had let her die.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, and wooyoung were in shock, unable to move, unable to speak. the reality of what had just happened was too much to bear. their sister, their best friend, was gone. and there was nothing they could do to bring her back.

as the dust settled, the full extent of their loss began to sink in. YN was gone. the one who had always protected them, always been there for them, was no more. they had lost their best asset, and with her, they had lost a part of themselves.

_

days passed, but the pain didn't lessen. the members of ateez were a shell of their former selves, each one consumed by their grief and guilt.

san was the most affected, his mind replaying the events of that night over and over again. he couldn't forgive himself. he couldn't accept that she was gone. every night, he would sit by her empty bed, clutching her belongings, tears streaming down his face. he had loved her more than anyone, and now she was gone.

seonghwa withdrew into himself, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had failed her. he avoided the others, unable to face them, unable to bear the weight of their shared loss. he had always been the strong one, the reliable one, but now he felt like a fraud, a failure.

hongjoong buried himself in work, trying to numb the pain, but it was no use. everytime he closed his eyes, he saw her face, heard her voice, remembered her smile. and it broke him.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, and wooyoung struggled to keep the group together, but it was an uphill battle. the bond that had held them together was fractured, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't fix it.

the world felt emptier without her, the light that she had brought into their lives snuffed out forever. and the knowledge that they could do nothing to bring her back was a torment they couldn't escape. they visited her grave often, each time bringing flowers, each time hoping that it would somehow make the pain go away. but it never did.

as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the members of ateez slowly began to piece themselves back together. they knew they couldn't stay broken forever. YN wouldn't have wanted that. she would have wanted them to keep fighting, to keep living.

but the pain never really went away. It lingered, a constant reminder of what they had lost.

and it fueled them, drove them to become stronger, to honor her memory.

they knew they couldn't undo the past, but they could make sure that her sacrifice wasn't in vain.

they would take down every rival group, every enemy, and they would make them pay for what they had done.

for YN.

the team came together, their bond stronger than ever, forged in the fires of loss and pain.

seonghwa stepped up, taking on more responsibilities, guiding the group with a steady hand.

san became a force of nature, his grief turning into a cold fury that he unleashed on their enemies. he trained harder than ever before, pushing himself to the brink, determined to never let anyone else he loved die.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, wooyoung, and jongho each found their own ways to cope, their own ways to honor YN's memory. they worked together, fought together, and slowly but surely, they began to heal.

but they never forgot. they carried her with them, in their hearts, in their minds, in every mission they undertook. and as they stood on the precipice of their next battle, they knew that they were not alone.

she was with them, watching over them, guiding them.

and they would make sure that her legacy lived on, no matter what.

_

a small, unmarked grave stood in a secluded part of the city, a single white flower resting on the cold stone. the members of ateez gathered around it, their faces solemn as they paid their respects.

"YN," seonghwa whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "we miss you."

san knelt down, placing his hand on the grave, his eyes wet with tears. "i’m sorry... I should have been there... I should have protected you..."

hongjoong placed a hand on san’s shoulder, his own eyes filled with sadness. "she knew the risks, san. she made her choice. we have to honor that."

yunho, yeosang, mingi, wooyoung, and jongho stood in silence, their hearts heavy as they remembered the one they had lost. the one who had been their strength, their protector, their sister.

but as they stood there, they knew that she was still with them.

in their hearts, in their memories, in everything they did.

and they would never forget.

YN was more than just a member of ateez. she was their family.

and she would always be a part of them, forever and always.

[heartfullofleeches]

Hello pardon me just passing through but I just imagined Peach and BlackBerry arguing while reader is watching all stressed out and the normal milk character just whisks them away promising comfort

Tfw when you're just a cute little farmer trying to get your neighbors with fat crushes on you to get along, but the only thing they have on common besides their obsession with you is that they'd kill each other as soon as you turn your back- [I have so many pretty cow ladies oml]

-

"What are you doing here?

"I could ask you the same thing."

This wasn't going well. You hoped they'd at least make out it to the field before they started picking fights. Both were well aware that the other would be here - you told them so in the invitation. They most likely overlooked that tidbit in favor of spending time with you. If only their mutual interest in you led to a more positive connection.

Peach scoffs. "I'm here because my babe asked me to help them out. You think I'd be out here in these shoes for any other reason? I'm more ssurprised to see you out of your coffin so early in the day."

"Like you won't be gone the second you get a little dirt under your nails. You're so clingy can't you just let them have a single moment with someone else without you hovering over them?"

"Nope. If I did that - you might actually think you have a chance with them."

What could've possibly made this seem like a good idea? You thought you'd be killing two birds with one stone by inviting them out to the farm - seeking to help qwell their rivalry by asking them to help you with your last bit of chores. You requested their assistance with picking crops as it was one of few tasks Peach would do without complaining and the harvest would make for a well deserved reward for their efforts. It was a perfect plan in theory. Execution was another story.....

Good thing you invited others to join you.

"Farmer!"

A pair of strong arms pluck you off your feet and against the chest of the bull woman who's heart pounded loudly in her chest from her race from her truck to you. Oil rubs off on your shirt and sticks to your skin as she presses you tightly to her - tail smacking your tight as another, quieter pair of footsteps approach from the direction she came. A gloved hand taps her shoulder - gentle eyes gazing over her shoulder at you with fondness.

"Good afternoon, Farmer. We would have came sooner, but this one refused to shower before leaving her shop. I had to take her keys just to get her into the bathroom, and yet she's still a mess. At least the chance of a grease fire has been reduced.

"Ah, I keep tellin' ya it's a waste of time. We could've spent the whole morning with them if you hadn't forced me to wash up.

An unlikely pair these two made - a prim and proper maid, and the grease junkie king of the local junkyard. Ginger lived for creating messes, and Milk enjoyed cleaning them up. Their union was uncommon, but they could safety call one another allies especially when it came to you.

"Ginger! Milk! I'm so glad you guys could make it, thank you so much for coming."

"It's our pleasure..." Milk looks past you, pointing at the two still bickering at your doorstep. "Will those two be joining us?"

You glance back at Peach and Blackberry.

"You must think you're sooo perfect. Won't have that pretty face to hide behind when I skin it off you."

"Was that a threat? Are you threatening me? So you know how many chances I've had to get rid of you? You're lucky I even let you step foot on their property."

"You're lucky I let you breathe the same air as us."

You quickly turn away as Peach screams in frustration"I don't think so...."

Ginger chuckles - her hands falling to your waist and locking on. "More for us then. Let's get this show on the road."

"Wha- Hey!" Laughter bursts from your chest as Ginger scoops you up and throws you onto her shoulder - wrapping her thick arms around your legs to keep you in place. Milk picks up the basket you brought out with you and follows behind the two of you as Ginger matches towards the field. The maid places her hand on your back to keep you stable as the mechanic pumps her fist in the air in celebration. Your smiling face as you're carried off is captured by the two left alone on your porch who briefly paused their argument to gain your input on the issue at hand. They look at each other, then Ginger's truck.

"...... Twelve o'clock. I'll slash the tires if you break the windows."

"Deal."

[darlingsfandom]

Hiiiii! I don't know if you're doing requests or not... but if so, could you do some type of affair thing? Like Cillian is at some gala and sees reader and wants her badly, even though he has a wife? Thanks!!

Hi, I can do that(:

TW: Cheating, fingering, face fucking, p in v unwrapped, no pull out, gagging.

Not proofread!

Lights flashed as many celebrites and other rich people made their way into Gala. You were hooked onto the arm of the Gala owner who was your best friend after all. He gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking around to greet all the guest.

You made your way around only to stop dead in your tracks as he walked in, Cillian Murphy! Your heart did a backflip watching him walk into the building. This had to be a dream. You stood there watching more like gawking at him.

"Good god, pick your jaw up off the floor!" Your best friend chuckled as he grabbed your shoulders from behind.

"DId you invite Cillian Murphy?

"I did!" "And you didn't tell me?" You playfully hit has his hand.

"Honey, he's married! Don't do something stupid." Your best friend patted your shoulder before running off again. A sigh left your lips. He's not wrong, you shouldn't do something stupid.

As the night went on you did your best to avoid Cillian. It was working well until you went to go freshen up , pushed back your seat and accidently hit someone making them spill their drink on your exposed cleavage.

"I'm sooo sorry." The apology was half assed. You gave an awkward smile before bolting out of the room, through the doors and into the hallway only to what felt like a wall.

"Fuck! I'm sorry!" You about bursted into tears.

"Hey tis okay, no need ta cry!" You knew that accent anywhere. Of all the people to run into. You looked up at Cillian through your lashes as he put his hand on your shoulder. "Are ya alright?" He asked giving your shoulder a squeeze.

"Uh yeah, just had some wine poured on my boobs..." He raised an eyebrow before looking to see a redish stain and drops going to your breasts. You had mentally slapped yourself. The two of you stood there looking at each other before you excused yourself to clean up the mess.

After cleaning up the wine, you took a second to double check your make up. Everything looked fine, your hair still looked nice flowing down your back and your little black dress was fine despite the wine. It was still hugging you all the way down to your feet that were in a nice pair of pumps. You made your way back out only to walk into Cillian again.

"We gotta stop meetin like tis." He chuckled as your cheeks turned bright pink.

"Well this is a dream come true for me!" Cillian smiled as you tucked some of your hair behind your ear. He reached forward, grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips before giving it a small kiss. He looked up at you and seen how red your cheeks were, butalso how your lips were parted slightly, eyes glazed. Your head tilted slightly making him stand up striaght and clear his throat.

"I shouldn't say this, but you're a very attractive lady and I.."

"kiss me!" You cut him off and he could'nt say no. He yanked you down the hall were it was more exclusive and pushed you up against the wall. His lips smashed into yours. You moved your lips hungerly against his. Teeth scrapped against teeth, hands all over each other as his tongue slid into your mouth. This was wrong, you knew it, he knew it, but neither of you could stop. The kisses got heavier by the second making you whimper into his mouth. Cillians hands squeezed at your hips making you grip onto his arms.

"I have ta confess, seen ya as soon as I walked in, knew i had to have ya." His words struck you making you clench around nothing.

"Have me!" You pleaded. Cillian looked around before taking you into what looked like an empty storage closet. You tripped over a bucket making him chuckle before pinning you agaisnt the metal rack. His hands snaked up your dress to pull your panties down around your ankles. His fingers gently rubbed against your folds. You watched carefully as he slowly pushed his index finger in you making you gasp.

"Shh honey, ya gotta be a good girl and be quiet." Cillian pressed his lips to yours and kissed you while sliding his finger in and out of you. He added another finger into you making you grip the rack behind you. Cillian kissed down your neck as he twisted his fingers in you. "Such a wet cunt and i barely touched ya."

"I've wanted you for so long!" You mumbled while your brain turned fuzzy because of how his fingers worked you over. Cillian pulled out his fingers and licked them clean before shoving them into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers while keeping lust filled eye contact. He pulled them back out so he could unbuckled his pants. You bit your lip and watched as his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles.

"oh fuck..." Your mouth hung open at the sight of his cock. It was what you had imagined. Nice, thick, average sized and a nice salt and pepper happy trail.

"It's yours honey." Cillian took your hand and placed it on his hardened cock. You wrapped your hand around the shaft while getting down on your knees. His hand rested on your head as he watched you wrap your lips around the head of his cock. You looked like an angel on your knees to him. The way your eyes glazed over as the head hit the back of your throat making you gag was pornographic. He swore this was heaven. Cillian threw his head back with a groan as you sucked him off like a desprate whore.

"Dats a good girl, suck me cock yeah.." His fingers tangled into your hair and yanked it to guide you down on his cock. Drool dribbled down your chin as he fucked your throat. The room echod the gagfing noises as you let him abuse your throat with his cock. Your hand reached down and massaged his balls making him moan. Cillian pulled you off and looked down to see the string of spit connecting your shiny lips to his cock, he smiled while pulling up to stand up straight before lifting up on of your legs.

Both of you looked each other in the eyes as he rubbed the head of his cock against your folds.

"Fuck me sir, please" Your words made Cillian push all the way inside of you in one movement.

"FUCK!" Both of you cried out. You felt so tight and warm around him. His cock was bigger than what you thought and it stung as you stretched. He held your hips as he started to slowly fuck into you. Your hands held onto his shoulders for better balance while he gently bounced you on his cock. Your mouth hung open making the prettiest moans escape. Cillian held onto you tighter, bouncing your faster as you held him tighter. You leaned in to kiss him desperatly, his tongue mixed with yours as he moaned into your mouth. Both of you were on clound nine.

"Fuck just like that Cillian!" You whimpered as he angled your hips to go higher. He grunted loudly. It was ectasy feeling his cock fuck into, the way his grunts made you clench, your hands gripping his jacket pulling him closer so you could bite his bottom lip. When he felt that, he moved his hands to under your ass and gave it a smack. He kneeded your ass cheeks while fucking senselessly into your cunt.

The heat rushed over your body. "Please please please! I need to cum Cillian!"

"Cum for me honey, make a mess on me cock!" His breath was hot and paced as you looked into his eyes. His cock was making you full. It was like nothing else exsited in that moment. Your orgasm hit you hard. You hands gripped onto his arms as you cried out his name. Your body shook hard as you clenched around his cock. Cillians own orgasm hit him hard and fast with no time to pull out. His cum filled you to the brim, you could feel the warm liquid dripping down your thighs and onto the floor. Cillian held onto you as the two of you came down from the high of your orgams.

"I'm sorry honey didn't mean ta cum in ya,. Ya just felt so good." He kissed the top of your head. You looked up at him with soft eyes and stroked his cheek. "It's alright, it's what I wanted." You kissed him while he pulled out of you. The two of you cleaned each other up the best you could. He offered you his arm to help you walk back out to the gala like nothing had happened.

"If you ever need a good time again..." You whispered to him. "I'm all yours."

[urarakasgff]

girls like girls | uraraka x f! reader

Hey everyone! This is a Urarka x fem reader. There is no use of names besides hers, and no descriptions besides that this is a girlxgirl fic. This is my first ever fanfic and it's not proofread, so please keep that in mind!

Intro:

It was a winter night, Uraraka and you had been spending the whole night gossiping, watching movies, eating snacks, and just enjoying one another’s company. You both had been friends since the very first day of going to UA, and you guys were inseparable. It was to the point if either one of you were missing during class, Mr. Aizawa or All Might would ask where the other one was. You guys were that close.

Fortunately, you guys also both live in a dorm together, sharing the communal duties, like cleaning and cooking (even though she was definitely the better cook). You guys were beyond comfortable with one another, there were no secrets, nothing. 

The only small issue was, you had a giant crush on your best friend. You liked her. But why ruin everything? It's not like you know if she even actually likes girls, she’s never really “came out” or even mentioned girls before… but it's not like she’s mentioned any boys either. 

[⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡]

We were giggling at the movie we were watching (it was definitely Mean Girls for like the 100th time) and I laid my head on her chest, keeping my hand over her stomach as she played with my hair. It wasn’t something that was unusual for us, physical touch was a massive thing in our friendship, but I couldn’t help but fall for her more and more each time.

“Why is Regina such a massive dick- her and Janis just need to get together already!” I said bursting out laughing. “Like cmon-”

Uraraka’s laugh also filled the room, that sweet adorable giggle. I could never get enough of it. “You think they like each other?” She said, a little surprised, a small smile on her lips.

“Oh they definitely do,” I said looking back up at her smiling. Her face was so close to me, I could see that cute little light in her eyes, she literally looks like she’s made of glitter and sunshine. A small hint of pink scattered across my face from the close proximity of us two.

She let out a small giggle at my response. “You're probably not wrong, but they're sooo mean to each other though!” She said letting out a small laugh, with a hint of a whine at the movie’s odd dynamic.

I gave her a small shrug, still smiling and looking into her eyes. Honestly, I could care less about the movie right now, my entire focus was on her. The hint of pink on my face now became more noticeable as time passed and I kept just admiring her face.

Uraraka let out another small giggle, raising her eyebrows a slight bit. “Whaaaat?” She said, dragging out the word, a small hint of confusion in her words.

“Nothing- you’re just really pretty Chaco,” I said, my face turning even hotter now. I couldn’t help it, I always wanted to just be affectionate with her, show her how pretty she was, anything.

The smile on her face grew, and her usual blush appeared back onto her cheeks. She loved the nickname you had for her. “Thanks, so are you, you know-” She said giggling once again.

Would it really be the worst thing if I just confessed now? Just maybe, she feels the same way, or I'm just delusional. Probably the latter. Everyday was getting harder to be this close with her, spending so much time with her, having these sweet intimate moments with her. 

All I did was push myself into the nape of her neck, almost as if I was trying to hide from my own feelings with her comfort. I tightened my grip on her stomach, now fiddling with the hem of her shirt, a thing I always did when I was anxious.

“You okay?” She said softly, moving her arm to my back and rubbing small circles. Her touch, her presence, her warmth, it was so much. As I continued to bury myself into her neck further, I could smell her perfume, vanilla.

I heard her call out my name now, still trying to get my attention and have me talk to her. She was always so caring.

“I’m okay Chaco, don't worry,” I said gently back to her, but that hint of nervousness still flickered in my voice as I spoke. I knew she’d continue to encourage me to speak up, she always wanted to make sure I was okay.

“Are you sure? I’m here for you, you know that,” She said gently, once again. She continued to still rub small circles on my back, maintaining that warmth and comfort I desperately need right now. 

A let out a small sigh, reluctant, but I spilled my guts anyways.

I finally positioned myself to look at her, the blush on my face still evident, but you could just see how apprehensive I was to tell her. She won’t hate me, right? This won't change anything, it won’t. 

I continued to mess with the hem of her shirt, spinning the fabric in between my fingers, trying to get my heart to stop from beating out of my chest. “Chaco, this might be a bit odd but..” I hesitated before I kept going, breaking the eye contact I was trying hard to hold onto.

I felt her free hand cup my face, gently bringing my gaze back onto her. The worry in her eyes was soft, and it just made my heart beat even more.

“I like you,” I said to her gently, my voice trembling a bit.

And there it was, a small smile appeared on her face. “I like you too.”

“R-really?” I said in a bit of awe, a smile of my own now on my face. I was blushing like an idiot. My own best friend likes me back, this can’t be real.

“Yeah dummy,” She said giggling a bit, her thumb caressing my cheek. I could see that gentle look in her eyes, her gaze was full of affection and care.

I giggled back as well, my eyes becoming glossy from my excitement, my emotions were high, and I was just in awe. This beautiful girl, my best friend, my Chaco, liked me back? I just felt like I was on cloud nine, like I was floating. Actually, it felt even better than floating, and I could say from experience of Uraraka using her powers on me, this was a thousand times better.

“I didn’t even know you liked girls” I said a bit sheepishly, still in shock. I moved my arm from her stomach, now placing my own hand over hers that was on my cheek.

She gave me a small shrug back, that smile still on her face. “I never really talked about it to people before. I didn’t feel like I had to, I like who I like, even if that’s girls, I don’t see why that matters,” She said softly.

She wasn’t wrong. Girls like girls, it wasn’t any different from boys liking girls and vice versa. Totally would have been nice to know prior to having to spill my guts to her and taking a shot in the dark. 

I smiled at her, “Guess you’re not wrong.” 

I glanced down at her lips and back at her eyes. This moment felt intimate, different than anything we had before. A blush was still scattered on my face, especially from how close we were, and the things we just said.

I noticed she glanced down at my lips too. Her own blush became more prevalent as we just spent time in this position. 

I felt her pull my face closer to hers, and then she pressed her lips against mine. It was gentle, sweet- nothing like I had ever experienced before. I couldn’t help but melt into the kiss. Her lips felt warm, familiar, and there it was, the hint of vanilla on her lips too. The kiss lingered for a moment, before we pulled back. 

We both giggled a bit, as the blush remained on our dumb and lovestruck faces.

[wowza99]

The Giving/Taking of Virginity

My now wife was 16 and I was 18 when we started having sex. She wanted to earlier but I didn’t feel right. She was so persistent though! She was always jerking me off and I to her. The first time she jacked me off I came on her face. She was so cute she ran to the bathroom to see how she looked. She admitted later on the phone when I was home she tasted it and like it. We eventually were doing everything except fucking.

The day I couldn’t hold out any more and accepted the gift of her virginity. She had came to my house, my parents were home. They left us alone for the most part. She had gone in my room saying she wanted to take a nap with me. When I came in she was completely naked. Her hot young body was so inviting her wet shaved pussy clearly visible with her legs spread open. She whispered “I need you to fuck me, I’m so ready”. My lips went dry and my cock got hard, my heart pounded in my chest. I wasn’t going to be able to say no this time. I stripped naked aggressively kissing her. I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy using her wetness to lube up the rock hard head of my cock. Her breathing was heavy and shallow occasionally letting out a whimper.

We were trying to stay quiet. I lined up my cock with her wet pussy. She clawed my ass with her fingernails to pull me in. She was so wet but still so tight. I had to really push to enter her pussy, it didn’t seem like i was going to fit. I could tell it was hurting her but she was also in ecstasy panting away. Whispering “oh my god, keep going” in my ear between whimpers and grunts. I gave a hard push and finally went all the way in. Her sweet young pussy was gripping me so hard. It was pulsing “is she cumming?” I thought. Tears in her eyes and her face so intense I almost came right then. I calmed my self and started slowly pumping her wet shaved cunt. It was sooo tight, gripping me in and out. It was hard to go either direction. “Oh my god this is better than I imagined, fuck your little slut. I can take it” she said so quietly in my ear, her voice frantic though. Her body was trembling.

I started pumping faster, it still felt like a barely fit. She was moaning louder than she should be but at this point we didn’t care about anything else. I think the rush of pain and pleasure was overwhelming her. Her eyes were rolling back and her head kept dropping. I asked if she was okay and she said “better than I’ve ever been it’s just making me dizzy” she was nearly passing out.

She was moaning and seemed like she was close to climax “fill me with your cum” she said. No problem I’ve been ready to bust this whole time! I started pumping faster it was a little easier but she still gripped me so tight. She started cumming and I started cumming and then she went limp completely passed out and I just kept pumping cum inside her fresh little cunt.

She came right back it was just a second she was out and we just started passionately kissing, attacking each other almost with my cock still insider her. The feeling of love at the moment made me want to burst. She said with tears in eyes “thank you for fucking me, that was magical. I love you so much” “I love you too and thank you” I replied I rolled off of her and she started sucking the cum off my cock and cleaning me all up. Then we laid playing with her cum dripping pussy and stroking each others bodies. We fell asleep together, naked, I don’t think I’ve ever had such good sleep.

[freyafrida]

🌟 WIP titles game: #2 rillacarl, if you don’t mind! 🌟

(I am sooo intrigued that this jumped right over the Shirley story that I spotted on the list, too!)

hi! :))) lmao secretly very glad you asked abt this one bc it's actually almost ready to post and i am BURSTING to talk about it ahahaha

Rilla felt Carl's going keenly. They had always been cronies and playmates…Rilla had never been afraid of his beetles and bugs, though she drew a hard and fast line at snakes. They used to talk together of almost everything and were teased about each other at school…

freyafrida, reading this passage in rilla of ingleside: "well this seems like a more interesting dynamic than rilla and ken's relationship, how about i start shipping them?"

(does RoI also say that she and carl promised not to marry because the idea grossed them out so much? yes. has that ever stopped me? no. also "childhood best friends who promise never to fall in love" is a great romantic comedy set up, SO.)

so yes: this is a rilla/carl friends-to-lovers fic, with a side of fake dating. it's been rattling around in my brain forever and i finally committed to it :D

i mainly like, i think, that rilla's friendship with carl shows a side of her that's totally at odds with how she's first introduced to us in RoI and even in Rainbow Valley: even though she's vain and spoiled, she also isn't afraid of carl's bugs and used to run around rainbow valley with him (which, if they're chasing bugs and rats, probably wasn't a very clean or dainty activity).

there also isn't much indication that she's close with any of her siblings, pre-war -- jem is far older than she is; her relationship with walter is more hero-worship when she's young; there's actually like zero interaction between her and nan/di; and of course asking for canon shirley content is LOL. (although she and shirley SHOULD be closer given that they are so close in age and would've been the only siblings still at home after nan and di went to queen's…….but i digress.) but it turns out carl was her confidant, and that just like…got in my head and made me want more of a friendship or relationship between them. so now u know about my rilla/carl shipping. these are my confessions 🎶

snippet! have two because there is some shirley content here :D

[anime-moreanime-animeagain]

Good news! I can breath again. For the last week I have been absolutely devastated. After reading AoaB 4.8 I was physically ill I got so upset. But then I couldn’t really calm down cause I needed to know what happened to Ferdinand. So I may have….gotten zero sleep and spent every waking hour I wasn’t required to do life things like working and driving, reading nonstop through 10 books straight.

However! I am now on 5.9 and I feel like I can finally breathe and focus and do other things like clean and cook actually food, and make posts for other obsessors to relate to.

All kinds of SPOILERS are ahead for 4.8 - 5.9

There were things that made me less angry with the situation before this stopping point. Moments where I thought “okay…I’m not crazy sad/mad anymore.” Those moments are:

Rozemyne’s declaration that Ferdinand is family and of course she didn’t want to be Zent that’s so troublesome, but of obviously she’d do what she needed to do to save him like duh! And Ferdinand being like I’m sorry what? You think of me as family??? 🥺😭 😭

Please hug him more I cannot! This poor man doesn’t understand any type of love and it makes me SAD! But not going to lie I live for the type of devotion she was showing him. Like yeeeeessss!! Loyalty! Whether it’s romantic or platonic it is fantastic! That’s the personality characteristic I find swoon worthy.

But then there was the interduchy tournament and y’all….THE INTERDUCHY TOURNAMENT! Pretty sure I melted into a disgusting puddle of goo when he gave her the first true “very good” with fond headpat included. I just melted into the couch because okay. Okay. That makes up for a LOT of the grief I was put through. Like a ton. Like at that point I wasn’t even really mad or angry anymore. Not if we were getting THESE interactions in the interim.

And then the bench surprise! I’m not ashamed I definitely cried when he sat down on it and it was soft and he didn’t really say it but everything in his reactions screamed that he loved it and I thought how he’d probably never had anyone go out of their way for him just to make him comfortable and that was beautifully sad so of course crying was done. It felt a little silly to get SO emotional over that but I mean….he likes the bench so much and hadn’t brought it (I assume) cause he thought it would be taken from him like every other good thing in his life and how is that not something to burst into tears over. So yea. Good stuff.

And then things jumped forward again and we got near adult Rozemyne who is so pretty which thank God finally! But then Ferdinand nearly ‘climbed the towering staircase’ and my anxiety shot back up and then there was a whole war and honestly who ends a book in the middle of the battle! I feel sorry for everyone who had to wait and wait for the next volume my goodness.

But it’s okay because we had the mana hall reunion. YA’LL!!! The Mana Hall Reunion!!!! Cue the Aladdin free falling off the balcony onto carpet and taken up into the clouds because ya girl was on cloud 9 that entire scene. It was grand! Supreme! Perfect in every way! Look at this!

Pretty sure I thought this was some amazing fanart when I first saw this and I refused to read the text because spoilers but it’s not fanart it’s canon and I’m just beyond happy that it’s in color too!!! His little ‘when you said you’d defy everyone and everything I didn’t think you meant it’ and her little ‘well it’s your fault you don’t listen when I tell you how much you mean to me sooo your bad’. It’s… it’s everything I wanted. Absolutely everything!

Don’t get me started on their little talk in the gate about how to make their dreams come true together. At this point I’m actively squeeling every other moment I think about it.

I’m a little drained from speeding through 10 books in 8 days but this is fantastic why wasn’t there more to the anime? We were robbed I tell you! ROBBED! Anyway now in the middle of reading 5.9 and I can see I’m going to get super annoyed with people trying to distance my two unhinged shumils. And we still have the loose ends with the sovereignty and Detlinde to fix so I know I need to buckle up but like damn… can my two just chill and get a break?! Can she please finally meet her brother? Can Ferdinand please enjoy being valued without people telling her to stop?

Guess we will see. I should stop…. put on all the breaks until the final volume is out and translated…. yea sure, that’s what I’ll do….

[entomolog-t]

If June, Mark, and Rose had a “so you live with a tiny person” support group…. How would that go?

In Need of Support

A non-canon short with some mild spoilers 💕

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Mark groaned, head in his hands as he continued to babble, his words spilling forth like a dam had burst. He'd been quiet at first, listening intently as Rose had explained her living situations, but it wasn't until she had let a complaint slip about her tiny roommate's disdain for touch and all the complications that came with it, that he had felt the compulsion to share his own complaints.

And he had many.

Now, half an hour later, here he was, drowning both himself and the two other unfortunate women in a sea of frustrations he'd let spill forth.

"-AND HE JUST CLIMBS ON ME WHENEVER!" Mark shakes his head in disbelief, eyeing the pair of women like they'd have some miraculous solution, "Oh but God forbid I try and pick him up- then its a personal space issue!!" Running his hands through his hair, Mark huffs, trying, and failing, to sound less hysteric. "To top it all off he's... he's-" Mark makes a strained noise, face contorted in a grimace, as he grits his teeth "-he's always covered in something."

June and Rose exchange a glance at one another, Rose taking a sip of her coffee in attempt to hide the snicker that's been building since Mark had first begun his rant.

"He just shows up on my countertops- my clean countertops- covered in blood, or mud, or the sludge from my gutters-" Mark's voice steadily raises in pitch as he lists of the various substances. Once again Rose moves to sip her coffee. "Just last week he showed up head to toe in slime!!" Rose takes another sip. "And when I asked him what it was, you know what told me??" Mark laughed, though the laughter seemed like the kind of laugh one does when their 10 seconds from committing a felony rather than how one laughs at a joke. June shook her head, while Rose shook in general, desperately try to keep her own laughter internal as she takes yet another sip.

"HE SAID IT WAS 'SLUG SEASON'!! WHAT THE ABSOLUTE F-"

That was it. That was all Rose could handle. Her own internal dam breaks, spilling forth a mixture of laughter and coffee. Rose sputters her drink making a less than graceful exit as she half wheezed, half laughed the mouthful of coffee straight onto the floor.

Mark's rant trickled off, the near silence that followed filled only with Rose's hacking giggles and the occasional less than sincere apology.

Taking a breath, Rose wiped her mouth with her sleeve, before promptly joining the others in the awkward silence.

Rose pats her legs, clucking her tongue as she looks from side to side in hopes one of them will take the attention back off of her.

"Sooo..." She begins, before June interrupts, her words gushing forth even faster than Mark's had,

"I made out with a tiny vampire I found in my room and got way too into it and I,uh, bit him- and now he's been causing havoc in my room and I can't get rid of him, but also he's really hot, so I don't even know if I want to but he keeps stealing and breaking things and I don't know what to do."

Rose can't help the expression that slides onto her face. If it was anything even remotely similar to the expression Mark wore... it was not subtle. Maybe having an annoying little roommate who didn't like to be carried wasn't so bad.

[bluurene]

imagine fcking hanni so hard in doggy style and she's just screaming ur name and running out breath is sooo 😵😵

omg anon..!!..i kept rereading this over and over then i had a thought come up to my mind.

okay but imagine though, hanni had been annoying you all day and you were clearly getting fed up by it. hanni knew but she kept doing it, just to see how far can you go from holding your anger but soon she wpuld eventually regret it. bcs you were dragging her to the bedroom, your nails digging deep into her skin which made her to whine.

you threw her on the bed and immediately tore every piece of clothing she had off of her body. then grabbing one of the strap on that ypu knew she likes and used it. let me js get straight tto the point because i feel so tired rn!!

you literally starting fucking her so intensely without her getting to adjust herself and you didnt start off from a slow phase like usual. this was definitely something she liked, tsk tsk tsk. you would also edge her ALOT, swear she could literally burst down in any moment. she was hwining, moaning and screaming your name out, not even caring if anyone outside could hear bcs she was just so focused on getting fucked by you. later, she would squirt all over the place. and since you were still mad at her, you didnt give her aftercare. you told her to clean her up herself which was so very mean of u!!

hoped u liked this anon🤧💗

[vay99]

Ace x reader

Modern AU

Studying you

Anime/Manga: One Piece

Ace is fast asleep on his desk, noiseless sleeping through the lesson. Marco keeps an eye on his friend so he doesn't get into trouble, quietly laughing to himself as he puts sticky notes on Aces face. 

"As I announced last week, we'll be doing a project. I've already chosen the partners, there won't be changes."

"Should I wake him?" Marco asks himself, assuming that they'll get teamed up anyways he decides to let his friend sleep. 

"Marco and Tatch, Ace and (y/n)..." 

"Mhm?!" Ace, shakes his head, trying to avoid Marcos poking. 

"Dude, wake up." 

But no chance. 

"Broooo." 

Nop, must need a miracle. Just then the bell rings, the teacher tries to keep everyone from stroming out but no chance. It's the last period, who wouldn't sprint home? Well, you didn't. 

Approaching the two friends in the last row you notice that Ace is asleep. 

"The usual?" 

"The usual." Marco sighs. 

"I'll wake him up, he probably doesn't even know we got pared up for the history project." you explain, ruffling his hair. 

"Mhm, stop that mom." 

You immediately freeze while Marco bursts into laughter, causing Ace to wake up. 

"What is it? (y/n)?" Ace squeals, accidentally falling off the chair. 

"I just wanted to tell you that we got paired up for the project." you explain, while the flustered boy picks himself up from the ground. 

"Sure, nice sounds that. I mean! That nice sounds! I-" 

"You can meet up at Aces house tomorrow, after school, right Ace?" Marco helps out his friend. 

"Yes, sure, totally, absolutely." 

"See you tomorrow then sleepy head." you wave goodbye to your friends, saving Ace from more embarrassment. 

"Why can't I talk to her like a normal person?" Ace sinks back onto the ground again. 

"Dude, that's the least problem right now, you called her mom." Marco reminds him, kneeling next to his friend. 

"I did WHAT?!" Ace sits up straight. "Please bury me." 

*Next day after school*

"I can't be alone with her!" Ace whisper yells at his friend who's pushing him towards you. 

"Yoi! Here's your Ace. Have fun!" Marco immediately runs off, leaving a flustered Ace and confused you behind. 

"Sooo, should we go?" you ask, whipping forth and back on your feet. 

"Sure." he says, head turned away from you. 

"It's been a while since I've visited you the last time."

"It is..." Ace thinks back to the first time you visited him. You just moves to his neighborhood and had no friends yet, so your parents thought it'd be nice if you'd become friends. 

At first you got along pretty good but after a year in school your interests driften apart, so you grew more more distant. You'd still hang out at school from time to time but in private you barely saw each other. Aces huge ass crush wasn't helping at all, if anything he distanced himself even more to get you out off his head. 

"There we are." Ace says, opening the front gate, letting you pass first. "My brothers are at home as well, I hope that doesn't bother you." 

"Of course not, what were their names again... Luffy and, oh, Sabo!" you remember, right then Luffy opens the door. 

"Hi Ace! Dinner is ready! Oh who's this?" the enthusiastic boy grins at you. 

"I'm (y/n)." 

"Are you Ace's girlfriend?" 

"Uh, no, I'm-" 

"Ace come on the food will get cold." Luffy interrupts you and pulls his brother inside. 

You're joining the three brother for dinner, Sabo still remembers you, unlike Luffy. 

While Ace and Sabo clean everything up Luffy bombards you with thousands of questions. 

"Isn't that the girl you have a huge crush on~" Sabo nudges Aces side. 

"Please shut up." Ace groans, sinking onto the ground in frustration. "Luffy will ruin all of my chances with her." 

"I beg to differ." Sabo chuckles. 

"Ace is the best brother! Next to Sabo of course, even though Ace isn't as smart as him. But he always cooks food for me and let's me play his video games." Luffy praises his brother. 

"I didn't know you could cook Ace, you should teach me someday." you laugh, making Luffy explode with happiness. 

"Can I eat it then?????" this boys brain has food as only information inside of it. 

"Congrats, that sounds like a date." Sabo pats his brothers shoulder while you're getting strangled by Luffys hug. "If she survives. 

"Oi Luffy!" Ace pulls his brother away. 

"Your brothers are really, lively?" you say as you enter Aces room, ready to start the project. 

"Yeah, sorry about that." Ace feels like drowning in embarrassment, but he has no time for that. 

"Yo what are you doing?" Luffy immediately slams the door open. 

"We're working on a history presentation." you answer, while Ace starts his Laptop. 

"School stuff is boring. Bye." Luffy leaves as fast as he came. 

"They're annoying." Ace mumbles under his breath as he starts the PowerPoint window. 

Working for two hours straight with no interruption and full productivity had you two grow tired by now. Aces head is already laying on the laptop, adding lots of N's to annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn... 

"Hey Ace. Ace?" looking up from the book you notice that your friend fell asleep and immediately save the laptop and presentation from the attack. "How can someone fall asleep so fast, we were talking just a minute ago." /He looks too peaceful to wake him now/

Looking threw his room you notice a picture on his wall, you two when you were younger. Smiling you take the picture in your hands, remembering how fun it used to be to hang out.

"This must be five years old or something." you turn it around, to srr ig there's a date on the back, only to find a handwritten note. 

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

From 15 year old me to future me;

My mom just gave me this picture, it's already been a year since I distanced myself from her. I'm not brave enough to do it yet so if you, future Ace, read this:

Confess. 

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

"Oh my-" you can't help but stare at the words and read them over and over again. /It's been two years, does he maybe... still?/

"What- Oh no I fell asleep again." Ace yawns, making you hidr the photo behind your back, instead of just putting it back which was a really smart move. 

"Yeah, you were really fast asleep." you chuckle nervously, unsure how to behave. 

"Sorry." Ace rubs his neck, slightly embarrassed. 

"No worries." 

"It's already late, I'll bring you home." Ace says, noticing the sun setting. 

"Oh." but you don't wanna go. "We don't have school tomorrow, we could do something else. Like we used to." 

"Like we- Oh. Sure, uhm, wanna, wanna watch a movie ooor, what about." Ace pulls out random video games to come up with suggestions. "Or what do you wanna do?" 

His black, messy hair, the freckles hidden by his blush, his dark eyes filled with confusion and hope. This made you loose your mind for a moment. 

"I feel like studying something else right now." you eye his lips, taking a few steps towards him. 

"Like what?" 

As if everything else blends away you bet everything upon that one card. 

"You." 

"But there's nothing interesting about me." Ace claims, now completely read as you hand him the picture. "Oh no, no no nonononoooo. You didn't, no, how, why. Im sorry, uh." 

"Ace." you cup his cheeks. "Calm down." resting your forehead against his he calms down. "I'd do it but since you've promised your younger self I let you go first. If you still feel the same." 

The last sentence took the most strength out of you. 

Taking a few deep breaths Ace pulls himself together. "I like you (y/n). I've always did and I still do." 

"I like you too Ace." you smile at him, kissing his nose. 

Letting out a relieved laugh Ace wraps his arms around you and falls onto his bed, laying on top of you, face buried in your neck. 

"Please tell me you didn't fell asleep." 

"No but I've just put all of my energy in this confession, I've got none left." Ace mumbles, his breath tickling your neck. 

"Then we'll study another time~" you play with his hair, growing comfortable in this position. Ace is like a heater, or like a big cat, or a big teddy bear. But one thing is for sure, his cuddles are the best.

[paraliveimaginesblog]

Hello!! For the parenting special prompt can i request Iori Suiseki with 10 and a daughter? Thank you so much 🥹🫶

Iori Suiseki:

A lot had changed when he had his own kid to look after.

Iori had taken care of a handful of children, rowdy types (at least one was well-behaved) so he wouldn’t say he was entirely unprepared for having to switch it up. But babies were a whole different world to deal with which certainly required a helping hand from everyone involved. Luckily, it wasn’t something he had to request from his family as it came naturally to them to help where they were needed; Zen knew how to make the bottles, Satsuki was on cleaning duty, Reo was able to keep your daughters attention with total ease when the two of you needed a moment to yourselves, and Hokusai was more than happy to lull them to sleep when they were fussing in the middle of a nap.

Iori didn’t allow them to take on anything that would interfere with them living their own lives, but he was eternally grateful for their help. He knew the way they saw your daughter, as one of their own, and she would certainly grow up surrounded by many protective uncles who would do anything to protect her.

He still ran club CANDY but it was difficult, considering the schedule he had, to be around as much as you needed him to be. Night time was the worst part as especially during teething time you had been on such a lack of sleep Iori took a minor break, trusting in Zen to keep things running until he could make a return. As your daughter grew older he began to get back into old habits, staying out late since your daughter now slept through the night, though when she started going to school he always made sure to see her off before heading to bed.

“You think you could come home for a bit?”

Iori had been busier with the club than normal, losing a few girls moving on to bigger and better things, and then a few pipes bursting that caused the interiors to be screwed up, disaster after disaster seemed to strike. With his time taken up he never made it home on time to even see your daughter off to school, having to resort to hopefully seeing her at dinner before he went off to work again for another night. There were times where he got a break and he managed to get home early enough to sneak into her room while she was sleeping and press a kiss to her head, but it wasn’t the same as talking to her and getting to see how she was doing.

Receiving this call from you was like a punch in the gut, it could’ve made Iori cry if he was made of weaker stuff. But he swallowed his own grief at missing out on this part of his daughters life and agreed that he would leave extra early that night; he had to go in briefly to see through some paperwork but otherwise, he could sneak away without the whole placing falling to pieces. He hoped.

“Welcome home, we missed you so much~!” 

Iori is surprised as confetti is tossed in the air as he walked through the door, watching the colorfully torn pieces of paper tumble to the ground and make a mess no one was gonna wanna clean up later. He grinned despite that, not worrying about the future when he should be enjoying the moment. He wrapped his arms around her so quickly she had no time to react, giving a high pitched giggle as her dad squeezed her tight and nearly turned her upside down as he started walking further into your home where you were awaiting.

“Welcome home!” You offered up your own greetings, “We did miss you. Zen told me tonight would be a good night to steal you away, sooo here we are!”

“You’ll read to me, right? Right? Story!”

“Yeah, yeah, I’d be happy to read to ya. Why don’t you get a book from your room? Maybe we’ll even get two in before ya fall asleep.”

“I won’t fall asleep! I can stay up super late now, just like you!” He doubted that but he nodded with a grin, watching as she bolted toward her room. He sat himself beside you, offering a kiss to the temple and then your lips; taking a quick glance to see if your daughter was coming back first, you grabbed the front of his shirt and crushed your lips harder against his. You had missed your husband just as much as your daughter missed her father.

“Sorry… Been a long time since we’ve had a chance to do that, huh?”

“Mmm, you don’t have to be sorry. Life gets busy… But make sure to take off every once in awhile and come hangout with us, ‘kay? I’m so sick of reading that book about that rabbit over and over—”

“I got it!” You both looked as your daughter hopped back into the room, the big book with a silvery rabbit on the front of it presented to Iori. “Read it, please!”

“Ah, your favorite book, I’m guessing?” Your daughter plopped herself on his lap, opening the book and putting his hands on each side of it impatiently.

“I’ll turn the pages.”

“Teamwork, got it.”

And then family night began.

Iori hadn’t felt this happy in a long time; maybe he would have to play hooky more often.

[natimiles]

Come a Little Closer | Chapter 5 (final)

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Words: 4489

Pairs: gn!reader/Arthur; f!MC/Mozart

Tags: swearing; drinking; spoilers from Mozart’s and Arthur’s route in one big bowl of salad; lots of pet names (because I love it); MC is the one in-game, just to make it more clear; Mozart being petty; reader and Arthur being adorable and chaotic; suggestive scenes because we have Arthot as one of the main characters; Arthur simping over you.

Breakfast had been as normal as it could be. Dazai entered through the window, returning from who knows where; Theo stuffed his face with pancakes and syrup; and Jean had to be dragged out of his room to actually eat something. However, Mozart didn’t show up, and you didn’t hear him playing through the night, so you weren’t sure what happened.

When everyone finished and dispersed to their respective rooms and errands, you went to the kitchen to clean up. Arthur sometimes stayed to keep you company, chat about trivialities, and even help when Sebastian allowed him — and he didn’t approve much of Arthur’s help ever since the writer said he’d do the dishes, hit his arm on three glasses that were too close to the edge of the sink, and broke them. Today was one of those days that he stayed but wasn’t allowed to touch anything.

Sebastian went to Comte’s office, probably to give him his morning tea, while MC was assembling Isaac’s brunch. And Arthur pulled a chair to your side, hugging you by the waist while you finished polishing the cutlery.

“I’ll get this to Isaac. Be right back!” MC said, leaving the kitchen.

“Sooo,” Arthur said, a cheeky smile on his face. He got up to corner you against the counter. “Looks like we’re alone, my love.”

“Well observed, detective,” you giggled.

“Any ideas?”

"Lots of them,” you said, turning around to look at him. He grinned, but it faded quickly. “But none for right now because I have a ton of work to do.”

"Come on, honey, humor me," he pouted, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter.

“I’m sorry, honey, but I really need to finish here,” you consoled him. “But I can make up to you some other time.”

“Mmm, tempting,” he leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"For God’s sake, I don’t want to see it every time I walk into a room,” Mozart said, sounding disgusted. “I promised to behave, but you have to as well. And it’s not sanitary to do it here,” he frowned.

“Would you prefer we go to my room?” Arthur asked, smirking.

The musician looked at you, as if asking permission to kill your boyfriend right this instant. He opted to just groan and get something to eat. “Don’t push your luck.”

“I’m just teasing you, Wolfie. You need to get laid to relax a little.”

Mozart whipped around so fast to face Arthur that his neck snapped, his eyes widening in horror and surprise. He was blushing so hard that even his ears were red. You didn’t know if it was anger or embarrassment, probably both.

“Why would you say it out loud?” you sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Was?” His voice finally came out. Looked like Arthur broke your brother.

Silence. No one dared to say a word for a whole minute.

“Is everything okay, Mozart?” MC’s melodious voice cut through the awkward silence, prompting all three of you to stop staring at each other and turn to look at her standing in the doorway. You really liked MC, but now was the worst time for her to come back. “Your face is really red. Are you sick? Can I help you with something?”

Oh, no. 

“Yes, yes!” Arthur said. You gazed at him, seeing his grin widening on his face. You told him that you thought Mozart was starting to like MC, and he couldn’t resist such good timing for teasing. “I think you’re the only one who can help Wolfie right now.”

“Oh!” She took a step forward, her eyes filled with concern. “What can I do for you?”

Mozart didn’t say anything, just glared at Arthur and left the room, muttering something under his breath; you’d bet he was swearing in German. He didn’t even have time to grab coffee or something to eat before leaving, just some blanc.

MC followed the musician with her gaze until he was out of sight. Frowning, she looked back at you. “What happened? Did I do something?”

“No, you did nothing. Don’t worry.” You glanced at your boyfriend, a scowl on your face. “But you…”

“I didn’t know that would happen!” He raised his hands to try to defend himself. “But it was funny.”

“I’d sleep with an eye open tonight, just to make sure,” you sighed.

xxx

Mozart ran to his music room and slammed the door shut. He sat down on his piano bench to catch his breath; he wasn’t used to running. Yes, as soon as he was out of the kitchen, he ran. He didn’t know why, he just knew he had to get out of there. Usually, he was really good at ignoring Arthur or making a snarky comment back, but today his brain stopped functioning; the scoundrel really outdid himself. MC arriving didn’t help either; she looked so worried, his heart panged when he saw her face.

How was he supposed to look at her now? He knew he acted weird, and she wouldn’t let it slip. She was stubborn and usually did everything she could to make him talk to her. Wasn’t that how they started chatting anyway? He didn’t know if he should be grateful or not because this was the whole reason for his predicament now, but he really didn’t want to talk about what happened.

His mood soured when he realized he had no way out. He agreed to teach her how to play the song he composed for her. She’d probably look for him when she wasn’t so busy, and deep in his heart, he longed for the time he’d spend with her. On the other hand, he knew every lesson he taught her would be a countdown to the day she’d go away — the day she’d leave the mansion forever and never come back. He groaned aloud; his sour mood only worsened now.

Mozart looked down at the piano, attempting to keep himself busy, but he couldn’t concentrate. He wasn’t oblivious or dense. After spending the night thinking about it, he came to the logical conclusion that she was the shortest friendship he ever had because he was in love with her. And that’s when the problem really started. What should he do about it? Should he say something? Would she be mad at him if he told her about his feelings? Was there even a slight chance of her reciprocating? Would she stay if he asked? Did he have the right to ask that of her? He mistreated her half of her time in the mansion; would she even believe he was now in love with her?

He blamed your stupid advice; that was the reason he was going crazy. ‘Won’t hurt to just think’, his ass! He spent the whole night thinking about MC, without being able to reach a conclusion that made actual sense and wouldn’t hurt anyone. When he realized, the sun was rising while he was still staring at his ceiling in silence, his heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn’t realize he had missed lunch until his uncomfortable thoughts and lonely silence were broken by the worst person — again. Three knocks on the door and her sweet voice calling him.

“Mozart? Are you in there?”

He thought back to what Arthur said in the kitchen in the morning, how worried she looked, what you told him about his feelings… it all made his breath hitch in his throat. He heard her mumble something and realized he hadn’t responded yet. She was probably leaving, assuming he wasn’t there. Would she continue to look for him or just give up and go back to her chores?

“Come in,” he replied, his voice was hoarse, so he cleared his throat to try to make it better. He turned around to look at her, and as soon as she entered the room, her sweet, alluring scent hit his senses hard. He was so screwed.

“You didn’t show up for lunch,” she said with a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole room, and he thought he’d go blind. “So I brought you a plate and some blanc.” She set the tray on his coffee table, studying his face with a frown. “You look tired.”

“I stayed up all night.”

“Really? I didn’t hear your piano like I usually do.”

“I was in my bedroom, just couldn’t sleep,” he wearily answered.

“Mmm… If you need something, tell me,” she said, her voice filled with worry. “I’ll try to help in any way I can.”

“Yes, thank you,” he sighed.

“I mean it,” she said matter-of-factly, reassuring her support to him. He only nodded, and she smiled. “Great.”

He noticed how she stood in the middle of the room, looking at him and fidgeting with her fingers. “You want to ask about your lessons, right?” he inquired. She was too easy to read, and he found it delightful.

“Ah, well… yes. But I don’t wanna impose! You already spent the whole night awake, you should rest.”

“It’s fine. I’m free now,” he shrugged. If he was gonna suffer with her presence, it’d be better to just do it already. “What about you?”

“Ah, I need to help clean the kitchen, but then I’ll be free for a while!”

“Alright, I’ll be here then,” he tried to sound nonchalant as usual.

She left the room with a big smile and promised to be back quickly so as not to disturb his composing. If only she knew she was disturbing even when she wasn’t there — not that it was her fault anyway. With a deep sigh, Mozart got up and reached for the food and blanc she brought him, trying not to dwell on how the drink seemed to make no difference to his thirst.

xxx

Despite his heart telling him to scream from the balcony so the whole of Paris would hear that he liked MC, he didn’t do it. He kept quiet, even though it was proving to be hard to keep it to himself during their music lessons. And with each passing day, he felt like he was about to explode the whole mansion, because each day that passed brought him one day closer to her leaving.

“Wait, what was this note again?” she asked, pointing at the music sheet in front of them. Mozart had dragged another bench for her to sit beside him, to make it easier to teach her, of course.

“An E,” he replied patiently. “It’s this one here.” He played the key.

“Okay!” She tried playing again.

“Just remember, it changes when the clef changes.” She shot him a quizzical look, and he thought it was the most adorable expression he had ever seen on her face — at least at the moment; he believed she had many other ‘most adorable expressions’. He pointed to the music sheet. “Pay attention here. See? With the treble clef, it’s E. But with the bass clef, it’s G.”

“Ah, right…” She frowned and sighed. 

“Do you want to play with only your right hand for now? It’s easier.”

“No, I can do it!” She perked up and smiled again. She stared intently at the music sheet, and he heard her mumbling the notes to figure out where she should place her hands. “Here, right?”

“Right. But use this finger.” He gently guided her left hand, his touch lingering a second longer than necessary.

She hummed in agreement and started to play. She wasn’t the best music student, but he could tell she was really trying. Slowly pressing the keys, she took her time to think about which note to play and then executed it, prolonging all the durations. She was biting her lip in concentration, grimacing whenever her finger didn’t press the key with the necessary strength, and the sound was almost inaudible.

If any other person played the way she did, Mozart would find it hideous and make them stop. However, it was her. And as quickly as he figured out his feelings, he realized they ran deep, because, for him, she was playing something beautiful.

She was still in the first page and probably wouldn’t be able to finish learning the whole song before leaving, but he could tell that she was happy with just learning it at all. She had a huge smile when she turned to look at him, caught by surprise to find he was studying her face.

“A-ah… Erm… How was it?” She hesitated, the words seemed to fly away from her brain when she gazed into his eyes.

“Not the worst,” he replied.

He leaned over a little, enough to be closer than usual. Taking a deep breath, he frowned. It was already hard to sit beside her, but her scent was almost unbearably more intense this close. He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger and brought it to his face, savoring her delicious scent as he kissed it without even realizing what he was doing.

“Um, Mozart?” she asked, her face blushing. 

“Are you wearing a new perfume?”

“No,” her voice was almost a whisper. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied dismissively.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again when she looked into his eyes, noticing how they stared right into her soul. Her breath hitched, and she saw his gaze waver; it lasted for a second or two, but she noticed — she paid him enough attention.

He continued to stare at her intensely. With his keen ear, he clearly heard the hitch in her breath, and he wondered if he could also hear her heartbeat.

Could he hear her blood pumping in her veins?

Could he feel it?

Unconsciously, he leaned closer, entranced by his own thoughts.

He stopped when he heard her release a low whimper. What was he doing? His eyes widened slightly; he had never felt this out of control before. Though he should back away, he found himself unable to move. She showed no sign of retreating either. He assumed she was too stunned to move, and he was right, though not for the reason he initially thought.

She was already nervous around Mozart, but it intensified now. She wasn’t clueless or stupid; she knew she liked him, even if they had gotten close just a week ago or so. She didn’t want to tell him anything — not now, at least — and risk ruining the friendship they had just started. However, how was she supposed to keep it together when he acted like... that? She swore he was about to kiss her or... bite her — maybe both. Goosebumps ran up her spine, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm down her heart. Keyword: try.

“I-I’m on dust duty after this,” she stuttered, her voice still low. He raised an inquisitive brow, not following where this topic was coming from. “I’ll help Sebas with dinner later and probably go downtown with YN to run some errands. Some residents asked us to buy stuff next time we were downtown…” She was rambling; he had never seen her so nervous. She was always a talkative person, but there was something endearing about how she was speaking so rapidly and randomly in that moment. She even slipped in some words in her mother language. “I noticed we’re running out of coffee while brewing some this morning, so I have to buy some coffee too… Do you also drink tea? I like tea more than coffee. If you’d like to try some, I can tell you about the ones more likely to suit your taste.”

He couldn’t say anything in response. What was he supposed to say anyway? She stopped talking abruptly, licking her lips and biting them to prevent herself from nervously ranting again. His eyes flicked down to follow the motion and then turned to hers, observing how they apprehensively looked at him. 

Mozart knew his feelings were still new, but if he didn’t do or say something now, when would he? She’d leave in a day and a half… He didn’t have time. On the other hand, it could turn out badly and ruin everything for good. From his point of view, he had two options to consider at the moment: 1. feign innocence and kiss her cheek as a way of expressing friendship, pretending this was his idea from the start; 2. pull away and risk not being able to share his feelings with her, likely also lying that he never tried anything.

However, a third option lingered, one that existed only in her mind for now.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, she was never one to think before acting — that’s how she got there in the first place. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes tightly and prayed for the best, closing the gap between them. It was nothing more than a brush of lips, and then she pulled away slightly, fluttering her eyes open.

“What was that for?” His voice came out as a husky whisper. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unreadable; she thought he might be mad at her.

A little panicky, she straightened her body, averting her gaze. MC nervously fidgeted with her fingers, her throat felt dry, and she believed she had lost her voice. She thought about running away, lock herself in her bedroom, and cry until the door opened again, so she could throw herself straight to the 21st century even if this wasn’t what she wanted. Yes, she was thinking about staying, but if he got angry and she ended up ruining everything, her anxious mind thought it’d be better to just go back to her time in shame — not her home, because she felt at home in the mansion now.

“I-I-I…” She attempted to say something, but her voice caught in her throat, and her lips quivered. A soft sniffle escaped her, and she felt her cheeks getting wet. She wasn’t sure if her legs would be able to keep her steady enough to stand up and run now.

“Why are you crying?” His eyes widened momentarily. Internally, he was panicking and screaming, but he had to maintain a calm expression to avoid startling her further. Gently, he reached for her face, turning her to look at him while wiping away her tears.

MC tried to formulate something, but a sob was the only thing that came out. Feeling vulnerable, stupid, and confused, she found herself surprised by the gentle touch, especially after he had sounded annoyed when asking about the kiss.

Mozart couldn’t stand to see her crying, especially because he didn’t even understand why she was crying in the first place. He pulled her against his chest, embracing her reassuringly. “Don’t cry.” He threaded his fingers through her hair to help calm her down. “Stop crying already.” His words were stern, but his voice remained soft, gentle, and filled with concern. His calm façade was crumbling down.

It took her a few minutes to calm down, and Mozart held her in tightly the whole time. Finally, she let out a shuddered, relieved breath, and he tried to keep her in his arms, but she pulled away. Nervously, she glanced around the music room, as if searching for the right words. He didn’t press; he simply waited, gazing into her puffy eyes and her red, tear-stained face.

“I’m sorry,” she softly murmured. He considered saying something, but realized she probably had more to express; she was only struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean to impose and make you upset. It was stupid, and I apologize for… you know.”

“I’m not,” he replied, frowning. 

She looked at him as if she had discovered some brand new information. “You’re not?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. Was she bad at reading people or was he bad at showing his feelings? Perhaps a little bit of both.

“Annoyed then?” She frowned, trying to understand. “In any case, I apologize-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted. “But you indeed made a mistake.” Her eyes wavered for only a second.

Mozart leaned in closer again, but this time he didn’t stop to think; he just closed the gap between them. Keeping his eyes open to gauge her reaction, he noticed how she widened her eyes before closing them, and only then did he close his too. Sliding his hand behind her neck, he kept her close to deepen the kiss, feeling her shudder a breath and grab him by his lapel.

It was good, it was like being complete, and it was about to make Mozart be driven by bloodlust. He broke the kiss to gaze into MC’s eyes. She pulled back, and she was about to take her hands away from him, but he held them in place.

“Can you see your mistake now?” he asked, chuckling at her puzzled gaze.

She frowned while playing with his lapel. “But can you blame me?” she said, her voice still stammering a bit. “You send me mixed signals, I’m not sure how to feel, how you feel.”

Oh, he knew what the problem was. He was just too stubborn and shy to admit it out loud. Pulling her into a hug, he hid his flushing face from her while he contemplated how to confess. “I’ll try to make it clear from now on, so you better not cry about it again because I’ll keep you close for a good time.”

“Is this your way of telling me you like me?” She giggled, shaking his body with hers. “See, you need to practice the delivery; it’s still confusing. You talk like you’re scolding me.” She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back with a squeeze.

“I know.” He smiled and kissed the top of her head.

They stayed there, enjoying the peace and quiet for a few minutes, until she looked up at him, placing her chin on his chest. “It’s really nice here, but I need to go.”

His arms instinctively tightened around her body. “No. I won’t let you go, I can’t.”

“But-”

“No buts. I’m being selfish, and I don’t care.” He gently cradled her face in his hands, treating her like the most precious and delicate thing in the whole world. “You’re staying, you hear me? I might not deserve you after mistreating you for a good time, but you can’t leave! You’re not allowed to leave me!”

Breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a marathon, Mozart continued to gaze into her eyes. His own eyes attempted to convey his feelings. She blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and leaning into the palm of his hand. It was an action that would’ve made him swoon if not for the extremely confused expression on her face. Didn’t she feel the same? But they just kissed… Didn’t she want to stay?

“What are you saying?” she inquired.

“Exactly what you heard.”

Raising an inquisitive eyebrow, she tried to understand. A playful smile spread across her face in the next second. “Well, well, it looks like I’m not the only one making mistakes today, Mozart.”

He frowned and lightly pinched her cheeks. “Why are you laughing?”

“I was talking about needing to go help Sebastian with dinner.”

“... What?”

“I should ask you: what?” She chuckled. “Did you think I was talking about going to the future? Because I’m not going back; I’ll stay here in the mansion. I already talked to Comte.”

He blinked slowly, processing her question. “You’re not going back home?”

“Mmm, I’m already home.” She flashed him a loving smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I made up my mind last week. I like it here better than in the future.”

“But you said you wanted to learn the music to play when you went home…”

“Ah, yes… Well, I wasn’t exactly lying; I was still indecisive then. However, I also used it as an excuse to spend more time with you and see if I could do something about my feelings.”

“Honestly…” Mozart sighed and frowned, but she could see him suppressing a smile. “What am I gonna do with you? You better take responsibility for deceiving me.”

He leaned down to kiss her once more, and she laughed. It was so typical of him; she was already getting the hang of reading into his words and actions, but she knew she’d get even better.

They’d have plenty of time, after all.

xxx

Little bonus scene:

Comte was throwing another party to celebrate another guest deciding to permanently live there with them — and he was going all out again.

You were sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in one hand, your boyfriend’s arm over your shoulder, and happiness bubbling inside you. It all felt familiar, as if this entire scene had happened before. And it really had, but things had changed a lot since last time.

This time, you didn’t have to drag your brother or pull the young sibling charm to convince him to play; he was there by his own accord, sitting by the piano with his girlfriend and smiling. You saw Shakespeare passing by, staring at Mozart’s smile, probably thinking someone had already given him alcohol. You knew he hadn’t drunk anything; as cheesy and sappy as it sounded, he was drunk on love.

Arthur was nuzzling his nose against your face and kissing you like another love-drunk vampire when you heard MC’s voice ringing in front of you.

“Hey, guys!” She sat by your other side, smiling. 

Mozart wasn’t with her, but he arrived a few seconds later, with a plate of appetizers and a drink in his hands. He frowned looking at you three and turned to MC, going to sit on her other side. He could sit between you and her, but despite not liking to share her attention, he knew she liked talking to you — and you to her. He gave her the food and drink, and she beamed at him, kissing his cheek.

You and Arthur couldn’t help but notice that Mozart didn’t take a second look in your direction, not even saying anything about how close you were or anything. To his credit, he had been better ever since he and MC got together; his possessive and petty behavior was now fully focused on his girlfriend — who thankfully knew very well how to handle it. They were really a good couple, and you were happy that you had the whole idea of setting them up.

“Told you he needed to get laid to relax,” Arthur said with a mischievous grin.

MC and Mozart whipped their heads to you and Arthur, widening their eyes, while you sighed loudly.

“You really need to stop saying these things out loud…”

Aaaand it’s over! Thank you for your patience waiting for this last update! 🤍

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