#I don't even care I'm just looking forward to going to sleep right now

[starpros-sunshine]

also i think that after seeing that Something is going out with his eichisama tori should also sneak into town to go and see what's the deal with this wataru guy. and he inevitably gets lost but meets hajime and they have a bonding moment barbie movie-style and him and tomoya help tori meet wataru. and then wataru sees tomoya and goes "oho! interesting child!" which once again leads to eichi unreasonable jealousy against this poor random kid

Okay so I've been thinking on this and I've been trying to get something coherent and bear with me right right.

(this got so long again I just started going into detail and detail and detail and oh god I am so sorry)

So Tori, poor, innocent Tori, has to come to terms with the fact that Eichi is hiding something from him (that "Something" being a tall blue-haired extra of unknown origin) and he knows that, technically, the mature thing would be to leave it alone. Eichi will have his reasons for being a little secretive about it. He has his own life and if he doesn't want to be open about...whatever it is that seems to be going on there.... then he doesn't have to be because the man has a right to privacy.

Tori knows that. But Tori also knows that being mature doesn't matter if, technically, his beloved Eichi-sama could be at risk of giving his heart away to a scoundrel that only wishes to play with him until he's bored and then throws him away, breaking Eichis heart in the process. We couldn't have that! And what if he's a criminal? Can you really trust someone who snoops around on other peoples property without their knowing? No you can't! So really it's only natural Tori wants to know what that guys deal is. Out of a genuine concern for his friend. Of course.

And so obviously it's a completely acceptable and normal and rational decision when he sees that Yuzuru isn't there for a moment to keep watch over him like the guard dog that he is (really Tori isn't a child anymore there's no need to be so overprotective) and the other staff members also don't seem to be around and Eichi is also nowhere to be seen, that he decides to take his coat and pack his little bag with some money (read: more money than just "some" money) and tries to sneak out of the house and down the path across the small meadow and the bit of forest that separates their not-so-humble abode from the small town where the other people live.

His inital plan simple. Go there; ask around a little, maybe try some tailing (after hearing stories from the other aristocrats about how one is able to hire people to follow their spouses around without them noticing - and that apparently being an actual thing people earn their money with - he's decided that it can't be that hard and he should try his luck.) and then leaving as quickly as possible, lest Yuzuru die of a heart attack after finding out Tori dissappeared. It would be quick and easy and nobody would ever find out. That was the original plan. But Tori very soon comes to find that that could prove harder than he thought when he notices he actually really really enjoys the feeling of not having anyone hover over him like some sort of falcon watching their prey.

The little river running by the path through the meadow is still frozen (It is winter after all) and the snow on the ground almost reaches his ankles. The 15 minute walk takes him 30 because he keeps jumping around in the snow (He's made three snow angels by now. For a second he has to think of his sister and of how nice it would be if she were here with him too and how they could make snow angels together were it not for her having to stay with their parents, but he pushes that thought to the back of his head again and decides to move on with his way).

When he eventually arrives at the town - and after just wandering aimlessly through the rather empty streets - there are three major epiphanies.

The first one is that he doesn't have a clear destination. He has no idea where to look for the blue-haired weirdo. The second is that, seeing as it is a forenoon in january, most people probably aren't spending their time outside. And if they are then they are at a different place than where he is. And the third and final one: He is completely and utterly lost.

It should be regarded as an accomplishment really. Getting lost in a town with a population of barely 300 locals living there. Indeed Tori would think it impossible. Yet here he is. If anything he's sure he's at least the only one who can claim this feat for himself. This is fine. He has this under control. If he just keeps walking then he's sure to come out somewhere (No there are no tears in his eyes anyone who says otherwise is just imagining things (he decidedly ignores the little voice in his head that tells him "Who's gonna say otherwise. Look around yourself, have you forgotten that you're all alone here?")). So the big brave boy that he is he marches onward, ignoring the way his fingers have started to feel numb from the cold and his eyes have not stopped watering and the little voice in the back of his head that tells him he should've just listened to Yuzuru (He banishes that one to the deepest depths of his subconscious very quickly. There are blows that his pride can take in these situations and then there's having to agree with "You should've just listened to Yuzuru". If There is one thing that can be said about Tori then it's that he is not one to simply give up. He has come this far and he'll be damed if he backs out now).

Lost in thought and not paying much attention to his surroundings (he has more important things to think about right now), he only manages to register a flash of blue in his peripheral vision. And because this could be what he's come here for in the first place but more importantly because this is a person and that is where the bar is set, Tori immediately tries to follow them. If Lady Luck is especially nice to him this time she lets this person be the mysterious stranger he's been looking for, but what feels like a day of walking through empty streets in the biting cold of a noon in late january have humbled him enough to not push it with his luck.

And when he turns the corner, calling out for the figure to wait, insted of the strange man he was expecting he comes face-to-face with a meekish looking boy with blue hair and big violet eyes and next to him there's a second boy, this one able to be described in all aspects with only one word: average. And for a solid ten seconds they all just stare at each other.

Tori doesn't really know how, he really has no idea, but somehow he ended up following the two home. Or, well, more or less. Following isn't really the right word here. After their almost-staring-competition on the street the meekish looking one with the blue hair asked him if he was alright because "he seemed lost" (he absolutely did not.) which then prompted an entire series of events that ended is Tori sitting in this strangers families home - with an entirely different stranger also there - getting a serving of what he assumes to be radish soup. Tori feels a little sorry for the boy, Tomoya, as he said his name was, who seemed like he was previously engaged in a conversation with the other boy, who later introduced himself as Hajime and who had spent the entire way asking him questions about how he ended up here and what someone like him was doing all alone in a sleepy village neighbourhood like theirs and if he really didn't need a tissue (He hadn't cried while explaining how he was lost. He totally hadn't) and on and on and on as Tomoya had to awkwardly walk behind them.

So now, sitting at this table with these two people who he has only met today and who have given him a bowl of soup to warm himself up with, he has to tell everything about how he ended up in this situation in the first place. At the end of his recollection of this oh so wonderful day he is met with two pitying looks an a laugh - apparently one of Hajimes younger siblings had joined them at their little impromptu gathering (he wonders, distantly, how his own sister is doing right now).

And as he's about to say that he should probably make his way home and resume his mission another time when he has a map, Hajime mentions that he actually knows the guy Tori is talking about and that he lives at the local inn and that that isn't that far from them and that he and Tomoya can walk him there if he wants to. Tori agrees immediately. He is so over trying to be discreet about it at this point he really just wants some sort of success in this kind of ridiculous endeavour he's set out on.

So after the soup is finished and his limbs don't feel like they're about to fall off anymore the trio goes on their merry way and Tori feels a little silly because for all the walking around he did before they reach this inn really pretty quickly... maybe he should've thought to bring a map... The three of them venture further into the inn, and Tori only overhears Hajime talking to an older woman, but he's more occupied with looking around the place. It's father homely and rustic, a completely different atmosphere than at their place. There are noises from the few patrons sitting at the tables and chatting with each other, but it only add to the cozy feeling of the entire place.

When Hajime comes back he leads Tori up a little stairway and down a dimly lit hallway. They stop in front of a door at the very end of it (in my head there's a bit of a terasse thing happening there like. you can look down into the part where the tables are and such right right) and Tori barely has time to mentally prepare for the fact that this really is happening now before Hajime knocks and the sound of muffled steps approaching the door can be heard.

When the door finally opens (it's been a few seconds at best but it feels like an eternity), Tori is greeted by the lovely view of a pair of pale clavicles, barely covered by a black linen blouse. He has to actively look up to look at the face of their owner and when he is met with a pair of sharp, purple eyes he feels like his throat just sew itself shut. Hajime explains to Wataru that Tori was looking for him and suddenly a light seems to go up above Watarus head as a look of recognition flashes over his face and he turns around to Tori again and asks him if he's "the princess that Eichi's been telling him all about". Tori is confused. Hajime decides that this is his cue to leave and he slowly backs away to go back down and collect Tomoya, who's been roped into helping out with the catering by some elder gentleman (Wataru watches Hajime as he collects Tomoya and they leave, intrigued by this strangely average boy, as Tori just stares in horror as the realisation dawns upon him that he is now completely alone with this man whom he didn't even intend on speaking to in the first place).

So now he is here. In this very awkward situation. Sitting on a chair in this strangers room (for the second time today! Did he ever have a day this eventful? Who knows! Tori for sure doesn't.). He wants to talk, but Wataru is faster and asks him what he's doing here. Tori doesn't really know how to reply. How do you talk your way around having to tell someone that you actually got lost on the way to spy on them. That's right. You can't. Well, Eichi could. But Tori is Tori and he never wished for that to change more than he did now.

He looks out of the window and it is at that moment that another three major epiphanies reach him. Firstly that he doesn't know what to do now that he's here, secondly that he's going to get murdered by Yuzuru (and if worst comes to worst also Eichi) once he gets back because he's been gone all day without telling anyone and they're probably all worried sick, and last but not least: it is dark outside. He can't go home like that. He is virtually stuck in this predicament he found himself in.

Wataru seems to have a similar thought, because the immediate follow up question after not really getting a coherent answer from Tori is if anyone knows he's gone. Tori shakes his head. If Tsukasa ever finds out about this mess of a situation he will have to die because he would never let Tori live that down.

He gets ripped out of his incoming spiral by the bird that takes a seat on his head and Watarus over-the-top contemplative sigh and the slight lilt in his voice when he voices the next issue that's in the room. He isn't even speaking to Tori anymore, but to his bird that sits on Toris head, Jeanne, and Tori is starting to get annoyed by the way he jokes about this entire thing, calling Tori a "a little bird that escaped its nest", as if he isn't stuck having to prepare for his untimely demise. And by the way this guy hasn't put down his cryptic smile and teasing voice ever since he entered the room. When he thinks things can't get any more awkward for him Wataru proposes two options. Either he walks him home, or Tori has to stay at the inn for the night and he brings him back in the morning. Tori decides he'd rather go back home sooner than later (he'll have to take the lacture either way and he's probably caused everyone enough worries by now anyways. And also he misses his bed.). So Wataru grabs his coat, quickly goes to tell the inn-keepers he's "bringing retuening the princess to ger people" (Tori doesn't know if he liked the bird comparison better or not).

The way back is still very tense because Tori does not dare to walk next to Wataru (he's sketchy it's not Toris fault it's a normal reaction) and so he just awkwardly walks behind him, He doesn't really watch his surroundings - it is dark and the only nice thing is that it's snowing and there are animal sounds and they are spooky and he needs to watch the way and it's easier to think that way - until suddenly he gets hit by a snowball right in the head. And he is so baffled by this that he just stares at Wataru, and Wataru grins at him with his stupid stupid grin and somehow they end up in a snowball fight on this meadow where the only reason you can see anything is because of the snow and when they finally arrive at the mansion they both have so much snow in their hair and their clothes are wet from the melted snow and when they knock on the door and wait for someone to open Wataru gets some of the snow out of Toris hair and says that that snowball fight can be their little shared secret and Tori grins back at him and agrees and when the door opens and both of them are frantically ushered in by a maid that tells another one to get Yuzuru and Eichi Tori decides that maybe this guy isn'r so bad after all. Maybe he's actually quite nice.

[pomefioredove]

a-yo there, Claudette! how ya' doin'? could I ask a request with the overblot gang like this: they are flirting with reader, in some case is more boldly, another is smoothly or a 'smart'/well thought out flirt, (because i'm SURE that leona and vil don't flirt the same, or blue and idia, for example). reader blushes a lot and looks away. after a second of silence, reader flirts back just as smoothly, slyly or boldly. how do the 7 primors react? 💗💗

thanks in advance! take care<3

oooh- yes, of course!! I had fun with this. it also occurs to me how bad most of them would be at flirting...

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the boys do a flirt

type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

anyone here familiar with Victorian courting rules?

well, Riddle is

he is alllll about etiquette

literally "no hand holding before marriage"

the boldest he gets is with... flowers

for what he can't say or do outright, he can convey in floriography

daisies for loyalty, pink camellia for longing...

if he's feeling bold, he may add a lavender sprig or two

now, imagine his surprise when you send him a red orchid...

his face blushes the same color as the flower and he gets all giggly

going around Heartslabyul, saying he's got to send you a red rose back

...as if anyone knows what that means

(everyone in his dorm thinks you're both crazy)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona is the god of avoidance

he would rather crawl on his hands and knees through sewage than be honest with himself about his feelings

so, what does he do when he knows he's falling for you?

bullies you

like, lovingly

it's just easy for him to banter and push you around

he will call you short no matter what your height is, let himself into your room to sleep on your bed and make direct eye contact with you while he knocks your things off your desk

like... petty cat behavior

he was not anticipating you to reciprocate

man, you have a mouth on you

the things you say... color him impressed

honestly, he likes you even more than before

...which now makes avoiding his feelings impossible... crap

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

unfortunately I think Azul's best attempt at flirting is staring at you across a crowded room

he's a flatterer by default, but, like, he actually likes you

he knows how to get someone into a contract, but not how to ask you out on a date

funny, right?

well, not for him

it takes all of his courage just to say you look nice

Sevens, what is wrong with him?

you make him feel like an utter fool... so, of course, he has to compensate

now, when he's around you, he becomes smarter, more interesting, and about three times as pretentious

to impress you. obviously

then you match his energy and he's right back to square one

who knew he could get so easily flustered?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jamil doesn't "flirt"

...at least, that's what he tells himself

before you, he'd simply never had a reason to. now...

how hard can it be, right?

and, well, he's not half-bad at it

Jamil knows how to keep his cool, and flattery is his second language

and he gets a chance to show off a little...

perfect, right?

well...

he can never seem to surprise you

every hint he tries, every subtle compliment and little smirk, you have something equally as crafty

...not what he had in mind, but, hey

the psychological warfare makes flirting much more interesting

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil is, perhaps, the only person here who actually knows what he's doing

not that he's used to flirting

he just... knows how to talk to people

he's always quite subtle about it

forward advances are tasteless, if you'd ask him

he tends to flirt in subtle, but meaningful ways

that is, he makes his intentions known through touch

nothing aggressive, of course

a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, a brush of his hand against yours, an arm around your waist...

just enough to fluster you (which he so enjoys doing)

imagine his surprise, then, when you start touching him back

wordlessly holding his hand, sitting close enough to him to feel your shoulder against his...

he'll admit, he admires your boldness

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

the only "you" that Idia is flirting with is a chat bot he programmed to talk like you

I mean WHAT who said that

he DEFINITELY does not have that. haha... that'd be like, super creepy...

on that note, he also definitely DOES NOT obsessively study your words and mannerisms to better understand you

...well...

listen, he just doesn't know how to approach you!

you're so... you! and he's so... him

so, he'd much rather watch your every move and fantasize about being able to actually... talk to you...

he is, understandably, terrified when you approach him

...even more so when you seem to know about him and all his interests...

???

...you know what? he's not even going to think about it

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Malleus can be a little... old-fashioned

and by that I mean Briar Valley old-fashioned

he was taught how to court by Lilia, of all people, so you know whatever he's doing is...

...strange

and he's somewhat aware of it, too

he just thinks it'd be even stranger for him to flirt with you like...

well... you get it

everyone else

he is, however, pleasantly surprised when you seem to know what he's doing

you've been reading up on Briar Valley customs, and recognized his courting rituals pretty much right away

...not that you're going to tell him that

reciprocating his flirtations is more fun when he doesn't see it coming

he makes that one surprised face every time

like this -> o_o

[dollfacewinston]

"What's the matter with you?"

I couldn't keep the miserable pout off my face as I looked at Katsuki. He was standing in the doorway of our bedroom. He might have just gotten off of his conference call, but I'd hardly noticed his yelling from the other room, never mind when it stopped.

His gaze softened when I didn't answer right away. "The brat giving you trouble?"

I laughed humorously, breathless as I often was these days. "He is his father's son," I joked.

He scoffed before walking over to me and sitting on the edge of the bed. He laid his hand on my pregnant belly, the familiar warmth soothing. "Do you need something?"

I hummed. "A time machine. Wanna hold him already."

Katsuki leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Another month," he said.

"Yeah..." I put my hand on top of his. "And the first of many."

"Oh yeah?" He asked with a certain glint in his crimson eyes.

"Sure. I hope heroing is paying well, 'cause I want a dozen more." I closed my eyes as a wave of exhaustion fell over me.

"Hn." I didn't need to see him to know he was worried, though I didn't know exactly what about. "Let me get you through this one first," he said firmly.

I smiled. "You don't wanna go half on another?" I asked without opening my eyes. "It was fun making him."

"Yeah, that's all the fun we need. Besides, I don't like seeing you like this; all tired and shit." I opened my eyes to find his gaze trained on my stomach.

I squeezed his hand. "I'm fine. We're both fine," I reassured him.

Crimson eyes cut to mine in an instant. He huffed and went back to tracing circles with his thumb. "We don't need a dozen. If you want a lot, three is plenty."

"What's that? Murder God Dynamight doesn't want to win at everything?"

He scoffed. "Nice try." He was even more gentle with me ever since we'd first found out I was pregnant. I was looking forward to seeing how he would look holding a baby. We were the first of our friends to be expecting. Leaning closer, he kissed my forehead. "Craving anything?"

"Sweet and sour chicken sounds really good right now. But it's not a craving. We can have whatever." Except for pizza. Normally I loved it, but I'd indulged that craving so often that I was almost sick of it. I grabbed his hand before he could get up. "Don't go," I pleaded, not caring if I sounded needy.

Evidently he didn't care either. He obliged right away, getting into bed with me and wrapping an arm around my middle. "I've got you. Sleep. I'll cook you something special when you wake up."

His warmth, the deep, gruff tone of his voice, and the solid feel of his body against mine, all but forced me into deep relaxation. My eyes fell shut and Katsuki's arm tightened ever so slightly around me.

[babyleostuff]

baby, you’re a drunk mess

fluff 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 958

. . . being drunk is not that bad when you have wonwoo to take care of you

wonwoo knew exactly how this night would end the second he received a message from seungcheol, inviting you over for a drink. it never ended with only a drink. 

„baby, lean on me,” wonwoo grabbed you tighter by your waist, as you stumbled over your own feet, trying to act as if you weren't totally waisted. “i’m going to kill mingyu for making her play that drinking game”. 

„m’ fine,” you mumbled. „see, i can walk on m’ own,” you took his hand that was resting on your hip, and shoved it away, taking a step forward. wonwoo smirked at your weak attempt to push him away, considering you were drunk out of your mind, but your confidence that you were so much stronger than him was truly comical. he knew he shouldn’t have let you go, but maybe if you eventually ran into a wall or something you’d cooperate better because there was no way he’d get you home with you acting like this. 

wonwoo could only shake his head in amusement, while following your every slow step. there was no way he’d actually let you fall. „you’re doing great, sweetie, but let me help you, hm?” you whipped your head around, glaring at him. „i can do it,” you hiccuped, „on m’ own,” you said, but as you took another step, you stumbled once again, falling right back into your boyfriend’s embrace. 

„are you done?” he shifted you around, so he could hold you properly, taking most of your body weight on him. you nodded, and put your hands around his bicep, finally calming down. wonwoo slowly started walking towards your apartment, holding you tenderly, and even though he didn't have to see your drooping eyelids, he could feel your energy dropping with every step. 

somehow he managed to open the door and get you to the bed without either of you falling over. "okay, now let's lie down," he said quietly so as not to startle you, seeing that you were already half asleep. you nodded weakly, and with his help, you finally managed to lie on the bed.

wonwoo stroked your head gently and kissed your slightly sweaty forehead before turning on the bedside lamp next to the bed so he could turn off the main light and enflug your room into soft darkness.

„wonwoo,” you called softly. 

„i’ll be right back baby, we have to wipe your makeup off.”

after turning off the light, he quickly went to the bathroom where he took all the things he would need to put you to sleep. "i'm coming," he said, grabbing one of his t-shirts and hoodies from the closet in case you were cold at night (especially since he knew that when you were drunk you became clingier and wearing his clothes always made you so happy). 

he put all the things on the bed and grabbed your hands. "come on honey, you need to change." happy that you were cooperating so much better than you were fifteen minutes ago, he easily helped you change into his clothes and placed you back on the pillows so he could wash off your makeup.

“you don't have to do this, wonwoo,” you whispered, but when he placed a cotton pad on your face, you closed your eyes and sighed, grateful that you had someone who could take care of you so well. "Was I very insufferable today?"

wonwoo didn’t even move, he just continued to focus on your face, slowly removing more of the makeup from your face. "you're never insufferable," he said. "don't ever say that."

"i know, but i feel like i ruined your night because you have to take care of me and-"

"do you want me to get mad at you?" he asked sharply, looking straight into your tired eyes. "you didn't ruin my night. being with my brothers and you at the same time is the biggest gift from the universe, no matter how drunk you are. i'm your boyfriend, i'm here to take care of you, just like you take care of me ,” he said, throwing out a used cotton pad. "should i remind you how many things you do for me when i'm busy at work? how you prepare my food for rehearsals, and how you do my laundry when i'm too tired to do it? when you listen to me complain for hours about how exhausted i am?"

"baby, drunk or not, i will always take care of you, and not because i have to, or because it's my duty, but because i love you," he said with sincerity in his eyes, and despite your not-so-sober state, you didn't miss his look full of love. "seeing you having fun with my friends means everything to me." you nodded slightly in understanding. what did you do to deserve jeon wonwoo?

"okay, make-up removed, clothes changed, do you need anything else?"

"maybe water?"

"of course, let’s just get you under the covers."

after covering you up, wonwoo went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water and painkillers for tomorrow morning and returned to your bedroom.

“okay, now we can-,” his words faltered when he saw you already asleep, your hand on his pillow, and you snuggled into yours. he placed the glass and pills on your bedside table quietly, and turned off the light before lying on his side of the bed, lifting your hand and placing it on his stomach. almost as if you knew in your sleep that he was next to you, you placed your head on his chest, treating it like your new, comfy pillow.

"i'm a drunk mess," you whispered after a while, kissing his jaw.

"yes. but you're my drunk mess."

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[luckykiwiii101]

😭😭😭 I ENTERED THE VOID STATE AND IT'S LITERALLY CHANGED MY WHOLE VOCAL CORDS!!! Like, WHOA. 😱 You guys don't even understand. Before all of this, I was a mess. Lemme tell you the full tea.

So like, I used to cry at night, scrolling through Tumblr, seeing everyone else manifesting their dream lives while I was stuck in the same old cycle. 😩 You KNOW the feeling! I even DELETED my Tumblr at one point because I was SO sick of seeing everyone else actually living their dreams, but then I would redownload it like the next day because I couldn't resist!! And then...the whole studying-for-exams thing? LOL don't even get me started. Like, I'd be like "I'll just enter the void state before my exams and manifest straight A's or whatever" (spoiler alert: I didn't.) I'm never really failed any subjects. At least not badly😬

I was starting to get frustrated, right? So then, one day, I was like OKAY, FINE. TIME TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. And that's when I started SATS (State Akin To Sleep). It sounded crazy at first, but honestly, I was down to try anything! (Even while coping with my MADD. Yes I'm one of them. No I'm never getting rid of it.) So I started visualizing my dream life, and LET ME TELL YOU, I GOT SO DETAILED. I was in Velaris with Rhysand (I'm an ACOTAR fan), feeling his WINGS!!! I was literally touching them and just imagining how amazing it would feel to be surrounded by magic and beauty. And I wasn't even thinking about entering the void or anything. I was just feeling the vibezzz. Like, I know that it felt real, and that's what mattered.

Fast forward to a month and 3 weeks of doing SATS (Yes, I skipped some days, but WHO CARES? 😤). And guess what happened? I woke up today, and BOOM! I was in the void! Like, I didn’t even need to know how it happened, it just DID. I just said "Anything i say comes true exactly the way I want it." I said it over and over and over. Until I decided it was enough. Then I thought of leaving, and I was back in my room. Thank goodness I didn't think of leaving when I first entered, because this was literally like a lifetime opportunity I couldn't screw it up.

I actually had to safeguard myself, by saying "I am not impulsive". And the urge to say nonsense just disappeared ✨ That was the first thing I said when I woke up. So I wouldn't say any crazy shit. And so I was sitting there, ready to just start manifesting everything I ever wanted. I even started writing my script. maybe that was just an adrenaline rush.

But here’s the thing...GUYS, NOW THAT I’M HERE....in my room with this "ability"...I’m actually kinda missing my old self. Not the sad, desperate me, but the me who was SUPER EXCITED about just wandering around Velaris at night and dreaming of all this happening. Like, I actually miss that excitement. Looking through Pinterest and seeing the interior of a mansion, and be like "I'll be there soon", seeing pics of tasty food on instagram and saying "I'll eat that soon" I know it sounds crazy, but when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, it’s like...IDK...a little too perfect? 😬

Like, I know this sounds wild— and weird, but it’s TRUE. It's true for me right now. I'm gonna be blunt. The success story is not as exciting when you’re like actually living it, you know? Or maybe it's just me. Like, I’m just over here typing this at 4 AM, feeling kinda melancholic. And kinda (scared). Yes, I wanna enjoy my desires, but... I don't know. I don't want to get too curious and stray from Velaris trying to find out the secret behind ALL of this. For goodness sake, this is crazy!!! My voice is a genie!. It's already bugging me now. I know, I KNOW, this is probably not what you expected from a success story, but I’m being REAL.

I’ve written like 3 pages of my script so far, and I’m just gonna finish it tomorrow. No rush. Because honestly? Rhysand’s not going anywhere. 😉

And YOU can do this too. I know some of you might feel like “Oh, it’s impossible, I keep failing!” but like, just take a second and realize YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. I was stuck too, and look where I am now. Don't look at the part where— I'm kinda ungrateful. But the part where I'm finally gonna meet Rhysand. YOU’RE SO CLOSE. It’s all coming together, trust me! 💖✨

But yeah, it’s 4 AM, I’m gonna go back to bed now, lol. Don’t let the void stress you out, okay? Take it easy. You’ve got this. ✨✌🏼

Also, love you kiwiii💖💖💖💖

SUCCESS STORY

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

First of all, I’m so happy for you and proud of you. You really put your foot down and gave yourself what you wanted.

I can understand what you mean when you say the success story isn’t exciting when you’re actually living it. But when it’s right in-front of you, it doesn’t feel like this out of reach thing you’ve put on a pedestal anymore. It’s just yours. And it feels normal.

But for some people, I think a big part of that came from the dopamine rush people would feel when they’d tell themselves that they’ll have it one day. And when they have it in the 3D, they just feel peaceful with it because there’s nothing to “chase” anymore.

I agree with most of what you said apart from “you’re so close”. With the law of assumption there is no process. You ARE the void. Anyway enjoy having your desires. I’m really happy for you!!😭 Love you too beautiful ♥️

[justporo]

Astarion sees you're almost falling asleep and will drag you to bed now!

I would need this on like a daily basis. And I guess so do many of you - so let the vampire drag you to bed and GO! GET! SOME! SLEEP!

It was so late it could have been called early. Outside you could already hear the birds chirping, cheerfully greeting a new day. Which meant that it was more than high time to crawl into bed. And doubly so because you lived with a vampire who fared even worse with sunlight than you.

But you were still crouched over your desk and the papers there.

Your eyes were tired. You barely saw what you were working on anymore. And you knew you could get this done when you were fully rested and it would only take a matter of minutes. But you were so desperate to finish this.

Unfortunately, you had a tendency to be very determined (someone else usually called it stubborn but you always pretended you had gone deaf all of a sudden when that happened). But this tendency had brought you this far and probably saved your life more than once. And you wouldn't be bested by this piece of work!

But your head was slowly falling, your eyelids growing as heavy as lead.

And you only jumped back up when you heard that certain someone enter the room, being purposefully noisy to make you aware of it. You were grateful for that because if the vampire had snuck up on you, like he was fully capable of, it might have not ended well with you being this exhausted.

“Slacking off on the job, are we?” you heard his familiar teasing voice as he came closer. You felt his presence as he leaned on the table around you - basically caging you with his arms, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as usual. His lips were awfully close to your ear and the hairs on your neck stood on end as you didn't dare rip your eyes from your work.

“Don't you think this can wait, love?” he whispered now directly into your ear causing a hot and cold shiver to run down your spine.

But with this he had pushed the wrong button. Almost involuntarily you felt one of your eyebrows rise up and your lips forming a pout: “No, Astarion, I don't think it can wait.”

You turned your head around to face him and saw him smirk, making you even more annoyed at him. He leaned in closer, causing his chest to brush against your head now, his hands moved to cover yours.

“Do you really think a stack of papers can't wait more than your caring lover craving your calming touch?” he murmured with a pout that mirrored yours while his deft fingers freed your writing quill out of your angrily clenching fingers. You couldn't resist him long. His hands were used to open up more difficult things than your desperate grip on your writing utensils. Also his absolutely instrumentalized big red eyes he looked at you with were absolutely working their usual enchanting magic on you.

Not enough though for you to not make a snide remark about what was happening.

“Well, for starters the stack of papers doesn't talk back.”

“You think I'm funny, my love.”

“It also isn't as full of itself.”

A mockingly offended gasp while Astarion’s hands moved the papers out of your reach.

“My heart, you hurt me.”

“Ah see, it also doesn't guilt trip me.”

The vampire's hands wandered up over your arms to your shoulders. “I can't do right by you tonight, can I?”

“You could just let me keep working on my thing.”

A dramatic sigh and Astarion let his head fall forward and onto your shoulder. Then he let go of you and took a step back.

“Do you really want to keep working, dear?” he sounded sincere now and you suddenly felt true guilt as you looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed over his chest, eyes still awfully wide and shining.

But the urge to not keep business unfinished still had you in its claws.

After a few heartbeats you opened your lips to answer, but-

“Too bad, you're coming with me now, my love.” Astarion exclaimed and with rogue quickness grabbed your chair by the armrests to drag it away from the desk and turn it around to him. “You need your beauty sleep, I can't be seen walking around with a walking corpse!”

You squealed when you felt your body get yanked around so quickly while your tired brain was almost incapable of catching up. Thus you were almost confused when you had ended up on Astarion’s shoulder a moment later.

There was no energy left in your body to resist this infuriating man any longer so you just played the part of dead weight draped over his shoulder - since he had already coined you as such - and couldn't stop yourself from giggling.

“See, darling, I told you: you think I’m funny.”

“It's just sleep deprivation talking.”

“Ah, so you agree with that too.”

You resisted to answer him with something he would only twist around again to fit his agenda. Instead you just slapped his butt you had quite the delectable view of at the moment.

Astarion hissed and just slapped your behind in return. You only giggled more.

“I should have left you at your godsdamned desk, let you fall asleep right there to drool on the papers,” he murmured under his breath and ended it with something about how ungrateful you were while he threw open the bedroom door; your favourite drama queen.

Then he made quick work to get you off his shoulders with an exaggerated groan which you were sure wasn't fully acted.

As soon as your body hit your soft bed the last of your energy decided to evaporate into the aether. You were almost falling over if not for the vampire's quick reflexes catching your wrists.

With quick fingers and more snarky remarks you had no power to reply to anymore he undressed you to your underwear.

And with more overly dramatic groaning and a roll of his eyes since you provided absolutely no help did he turn you to lay down. He carefully placed your head on the pillows which you thanked him for with a dreamy sigh. Your eyes closed on your own. The blanket was thrown over you and more rustling told you that Astarion was quickly undressing as well.

When the mattress shifted under the vampire's weight as he got into bed next to you you barely even noticed it anymore.

With final efforts Astarion dragged you onto his chest. Your arms slung around him and your legs tangled with his automatically - you had done so hundreds if not thousands of times already.

“All this work just to get you where you belong,” Astarion whispered to you and clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he began rubbing lazy circles on your back. You only hummed contentedly as you felt your body relax fully into him and his touch.

Your last half-coherent thought as you drifted off to sleep was that, indeed, you had to agree with him on this one: you were right where you were supposed to be.

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[vin-taege]

Could you do headcannons for both sfw and nsfw showering with Chishiya? :3

The Water's Just Right

Summary: Showering headcanons for our favorite snarky boy

Genre: fluff, smut, gn! reader

Note: Oh yeah, I'm back again! I've been gone for so long because of college, but I'm here again to revive the aib fandom >:3 also my first time writing headcannons. :DDD I think I got carried away sjjsjs

☄. *. ⋆ sfw

ok let's start with headcannons for the real world

as a doctor, he mainly takes quick showers

contrary to popular belief, i feel like he enjoys hot showers over cold ones. like he's already going to be stressed because of work, so might as well have at least one part of his day be a little relaxing

the only time you can take joint showers with him is during his off-days or if you stay up long enough to catch him coming home

he doesn't like it when you do the latter option because he firmly believes you should take care of yourself and sleep early

even though he runs on 3 hours of sleep maximum every day

he lets you wash his hair after initially (and weakly) refusing

you definitely use scented shampoo on him (strawberry because he thinks floral scents are too strong)

he prefers subtle scents because the hospital is already filled with strong odors.

he'll never admit he likes it when you wash his hair, especially when you massage his scalp

"did you purr a little?"

"I think you need your hearing checked."

loves it when you run your hands up and down his back

you mainly use showering as an excuse to dote on him

likes kissing your neck while you attempt to lather soap on him

random but he installed a non-slip mat on the floor because he doesn't want the two of you to get into any accidents

likes playing with your hair by gathering soap bubbles and dumping them on you

you don't point this out because you're scared he'll withdraw from letting himself be a kid for once

sometimes when it's been a rough day, he lets you hold him in the shower for a moment

just letting the warm water wash away his stress while he melts into your arms

he used to skip lotion until you started putting it on him

he got used to it after that and subconsciously started integrating it into his routine

honestly before you came along, had the worst skincare routine ever

"That's... that's not how you put on facial wash. You need to wash your face with it for at least a minute."

"I'm not a dermatologist, y/n."

"You don't need to be to know that???"

In the borderlands, it's basically the same but without the luxury of proper skin products.

always ALWAYS showers after games

he hates the ick from going outside and keeps himself sane by maintaining cleanliness

surprisingly, he's more forward with asking you to join him

in the real world, you're the one who always asks for permission, but now he always looks for your presence

especially since he knows you could be gone any day

"Do you want to join me?"

"Didn't the heater system break down?"

"I fixed ours. The water's just right."

☄. *. ⋆ nsfw

remember that non-slip mat?

oh yeah, that was definitely for this occasion

he doesn't like lifting you up because again, safety first

prefers standing positions where he can press you up against the wall.

LOVES LOVES LOVES FOGGING UP THE GLASS

he doesn't pull your hair because he knows it'll be prone to breakage

he's such a nerd about bodily care except for when it comes to himself.

holds your neck instead and uses it as leverage to pound into you

either that or he digs his fingers into your hips so he can grind his cock inside you.

makes it his goal to make you squirt at least once

OK THIS IS MY PERSONAL HEADCANNON

it may be because of the tight space, or the bathroom acoustics, or the added privacy

but this man is definitely louder in the shower

you love sucking him off because of this

deep moaning, swearing, whimpering when you're being a little shit and you overstimulate him

plays with your chest a lot because he likes how slippery the soap makes it

LISTEN

also installed a detachable showerhead ;)))

[ellieslittleburrow]

Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?

Warnings : family fights, yelling

Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader

A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️

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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.

Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.

"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.

And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.

And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-

"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.

"Hey-i'm talking to you-"

The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.

"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"

You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"

You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.

But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.

"Kid?"

You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.

"Kid."

Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.

Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-

"What's wrong?"

You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.

"Come here"

Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.

"'im sorry-i'm sorry."

A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_

Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.

You choke on a sob.

You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.

"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."

You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.

"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."

You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.

"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.

"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.

"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.

"we're sorry, kid."

You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.

Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."

But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.

Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?

His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."

"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."

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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️

[plasticflowersinahistorycemetery]

"i can make you holy if you let me"

part II

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Angel!Reader

Summary: Turns out Ben's not that bad at being patient. He knows it'll be worth it in the end, when you break.

Warnings: 18+!, Soldier Boy is a warning, language, corruption, religious reference, manipulation, innocence, smut (dirty talk, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, corruption kink, praise kink), I may have missed some.

Word Count: 5,193

Ben didn't need to open his eyes to know it was you.

There was a certain kind of quiet you carried. Not the kind that came from fear, or hesitation, but something softer—repressed. Like your footsteps had been trained by something ancient. Something holy.

He kept still. Kept breathing slow. Let the silence stretch.

The door creaked open, slow and careful. You didn't knock. You didn't speak. But you stepped inside. And that was enough.

When he looked at you, his pulse clenched behind his ribs.

The light was dim—just the amber flicker of a single lamp on the dresser—but it caught on your skin like you were carved from something other than bone and breath. The shirt you wore hung off you like a relic. Swallowed you whole. It was too big. Too soft. Someone else's scent still clinging to the cotton—Hughie's, maybe, or MM's—but the way it clung to your thighs, bunched at your hips when you moved?

You didn't know.

Didn't know you were glowing again. Not the same way you had during healing, no. This was different. This was hunger disguised as shame.

And Ben? Ben nearly groaned. You walked toward him like you didn't trust the floor to hold you.

Your voice was quiet. Cracked. "I tried to sleep."

He sat up just a little, one arm draped over his raised knee.

"Didn't work?"

You shook your head. "It's louder now."

Ben's jaw ticked. "What is?"

You swallowed. "The ache."

The way you said it—quiet, almost hurt—made something tighten in his chest.

"Where's it hurt?" He asked, voice lower now. Rougher.

You touched your lower belly. The way you winced—it wasn't pain. It was want. Ben knew the difference. He let the silence breathe. Let you fill it with your own need.

Ben nodded, slow. "And what were you thinking about?"

You shifted.

His voice softened. "Be honest."

You looked down. "You."

His cock twitched. Sharp. Immediate. He didn't show it.

You whispered, "I'm sorry. I just wanted it to go away."

"You came to me."

You nodded. "I didn't know where else to go."

Ben leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. His voice dropped to something lower. Quieter.

"I thought maybe you could..." You trailed off.

He tilted his head.

"Could what, baby? Get you off?"

You shook your head fast. "Not like last time. I can't do that again."

"Didn't say you had to." His voice dropped, casual as hell. "Could just kiss you instead."

You blinked. Like the idea hadn't occurred to you.

Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees. The smirk never left his mouth.

"C'mon. You want somethin' soft? Let me kiss you. You'll like it."

You hesitated. He held out a hand. You didn't move. You stood there, bare thighs trembling, eyes wide, waiting for permission. He held his hand out—palm up, steady.

"C'mere, baby."

You stepped between his knees, uncertain.

"I don't want... I can't do what we did last time."

Ben nodded. "I know."

"I got scared."

"I know."

You looked up at him. "What will you do?"

His thumb traced small circles in the air, coaxing. "Nothing you don't want."

You hesitated.

He smiled. "Just a kiss."

Your breath caught. "Will it help?"

His voice was barely above a murmur now. "Close your eyes and let me show you."

You climbed onto the bed, slow and careful, and as you moved to straddle his lap, the hem of your shirt rose higher—bare skin sliding against his, and fuck, you didn't even know. You weren't wearing panties. Didn't know your cunt was pressed warm and bare right against the line of his abs.

Ben inhaled through his teeth, biting it back.

You didn't notice. You were too focused on settling your knees, shifting shyly, trying to find balance.

"Is this okay?" You asked, voice small.

Ben's hands came to your thighs. He didn't squeeze. Just steadied.

"You're perfect."

You just sat there. Knees on either side of his hips. That too-big shirt rising just enough for him to see the soft crease where your thigh met your hip. You looked down at him, nervous, clutching the sleeves, and you asked:

"Does kissing really help?"

Ben chuckled low. "You're gonna ask me that when you're sittin' on my cock wearin' nothin' but Hughie's laundry?"

You blinked, startled. "I'm not—"

His grin turned wicked. "Yeah, sweetheart. You are."

Your thighs twitched. You looked away.

Ben's voice dropped, softer now, darker. "I ain't gonna fuck ya. Not tonight."

You looked back, startled. He cupped your jaw. Tilted your face to his. "But I'm gonna make sure you dream about it."

You whimpered. Just a little. He leaned in, lips just brushing yours.

"Let me kiss you, angel. Let me show you why you're hurtin' so bad."

You nodded, tilted your head. "I don't know how to kiss."

He smiled.

"You will." He leaned in, letting the heat of your breath meet his. "I'll show you everythin'."

You blinked slowly. "Will it hurt?"

"No," he murmured. "But it'll stay with you."

You didn't understand what he meant. And God, he loved that.

"Okay," you whispered.

Ben brought one hand to your jaw. Tilted your mouth up. Brushed his thumb against your lip.

"Soft," he said. "Just like breathin'."

You nodded.

Ben kissed you like he'd been waiting years to be let inside your mouth.

Not rough. Not demanding. Just full—slow and steady, lips moulded to yours like he was trying to carve the shape of you into memory. You gasped at first, soft and unsteady, your hands tightening around his shoulders as your body registered the unfamiliar warmth blooming low and bright in your belly.

He didn't rush it.

Didn't push.

He just breathed into you, tasting you sweet and slow, like he knew he could make you melt if he kept it steady—if he didn't give you too much at once.

You whimpered. Just a breath. Just a break in your throat. And it shattered him.

Your mouth opened for him like instinct. Your lashes fluttered as he tilted your face up just a little more, his thumb still cradling your jaw, and when his tongue licked into you—soft, coaxing—you moaned like the breath got pulled from your lungs.

Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.

Your hips rolled forward—subtle, clumsy—and your bare cunt dragged over the deep groove of his abs, flushed and wet and aching against the heat of his skin.

Ben froze. Then grinned. Wide. Slow. Smug as sin.

That's it, baby. Didn't even mean to, did you? Just wanted to get a little closer. Just wanted to breathe me in. Now look at you. Drippin' on my fuckin' stomach and pantin' like you're gonna cry.

You pulled back slightly, panting, eyes glazed, lips kiss-bitten and pink.

"I—I didn't mean—" you stammered, blinking fast, confused and wrecked.

He caught your hips in both hands, held you still.

"You didn't mean to rub that pretty little pussy on me?" He asked, voice low and sweet like a sin he didn't plan to confess.

You whimpered. Shook your head.

Ben chuckled.

"You really don't know what you're doin' to me, huh?"

You blinked. Chest rising and falling in shallow waves. He leaned forward, brushed his nose against yours, lips still close enough to graze.

"You're sittin' in my lap with no fuckin' panties, grindin' that soaked cunt all over my stomach—and you think this is just a kiss?"

You trembled in his hands. He kissed you again. Harder this time. Deeper. And you melted—whining low in your throat, your hips twitching forward again despite yourself.

Ben groaned into your mouth, this time not holding back.

Fuck. I could come just from this. From her noises. From the way she don't even know why she's movin' like that. She's beggin' without sayin' a word.

When he pulled back, you were glowing again—just barely, just under the skin. Like a candle burning through gauze. Your eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.

"Still hurtin'?" He murmured, voice raw.

You nodded.

Ben smiled.

"Good."

He pulled back a little more, just enough to see your face. Your lips parted. Kiss-bitten. Breath coming in little gasps that didn't know where to settle. Your eyes fluttered half-shut, lashes trembling, like you were caught between waking and something better.

Ben smirked.

You whimpered.

And before he could say a word—you chased him. Your mouth lifted toward his again, a soft little please written into the movement, like your body couldn't bear the space between you. Like you needed him to breathe.

He caught your chin. Held you just far enough to make you ache.

"Well look at that," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "Didn't take long to get you beggin', huh?"

You blinked, lips brushing his thumb.

"I'm not—"

He tilted your face. Dragged his eyes over every inch of you like he wanted to memorise the tremble in your jaw.

"You're chasin' my fuckin' mouth, baby."

"I just... it feels better when..."

"When I what?"

Your breath hitched. "When you touch me."

Ben's smirk deepened.

Goddamn. This is what it's all about. Sweet little angel in my lap, drippin' on my stomach, chasin' my lips like they'll save her soul. I'm gonna break her open and rebuild her with my fuckin' hands.

His voice dropped.

"I can make it better," he whispered. "If you let me."

You nodded. Eager. Breathless. Like you didn't even know you were nodding.

"Say it."

You blinked. "What?"

"Say you want me to help."

"I... I want—" You swallowed. "Please."

Ben groaned, low and quiet and wrecked. "Fuck, baby."

His hands slid down your sides—firm, slow, grounding. He took hold of your hips like he'd been waiting a thousand years to touch you properly.

"You trust me?"

You nodded.

Mistake. Big fuckin' mistake.

"Good girl."

He pulled you forward. Let your bare cunt drag along the slick line of his abs again, slower this time—controlled.

You gasped. He pulled you back. Your hands flew to his shoulders, clutching. He did it again. Dragged you forward. You whimpered. Rolled your hips without thinking.

Ben's voice was a low rasp at your ear. "There you go. Let me feel that mess you're makin' on me."

You cried out—a tiny, breathy sound—and fuck, he almost lost it.

He guided you again. Forward. Back. Each time, his grip tightened. Each pass, he shifted you lower. Lower. Until the next drag of your hips had your bare pussy sliding directly over the thick swell of his cock through his sweats.

You twitched. Whined.

He grinned into your neck. "Feel that?" He murmured, smug and dark and so fucking pleased with himself. "That's what you're doin' to me, baby."

You gasped—high and sweet—hips trying to pull away. He didn't let you. He pulled you back. Let you grind over him again. Let your slick soak into the fabric.

"You want it to stop?" He asked, teasing.

You whimpered, "I—I don't know."

Ben groaned, low and hot in your ear.

"God, you sound so fuckin' pretty when you don't know what you want."

He shifted under you, hips rocking up just enough to press right there—right against the aching, throbbing part of you that made you cry out again.

He stilled.

"Shh," he whispered. "I got you."

And then he rocked you again. And again. Until you weren't just whimpering. You were panting. Begging. Mouth open, hands trembling, thighs shaking.

And Ben? Ben was smiling like he'd just won the fuckin' war.

Because you were panting, mouth open, eyes glassy, breath coming in sharp little bursts that hit his neck like steam. Your hands had gone slack on his shoulders, fingertips curling like you didn't know where to hold on.

Ben kept moving your hips. Forward. Back. Forward. Lower.

Each drag of your cunt over the thick ridge of his cock left a darker wet patch on his sweats. You were soaked—bare and desperate, whining under your breath like something in you was unraveling, like it hurt but you liked it, and you didn't even know why.

Ben grinned.

She's close. Right there. All lit up and tremblin' for me like she's never felt anything before. Gonna make her fall apart without ever even takin' my fuckin' pants off.

He rocked you again. Your hips twitched.

You gasped. "Ben—" you choked out. "It's—it's—something's—"

You tried to pull back. Tried to twist out of his hands. He didn't let you. His grip tightened. Not rough. Firm.

"You're fine," he growled. "You're fuckin' fine, angel."

You whimpered, eyes wide and wet. "I think I'm gonna—"

"Yeah," he rasped, dragging you harder against him. "You are."

You squirmed again, breath shaking. "I don't know what's happening—"

Ben chuckled, mean and sweet at once.

"You're gonna come, sweetheart."

You blinked, lips trembling.

"I—I can't—"

"Yes, you fuckin' can."

Your thighs shook. Your whole body went tight, coiled like it didn't know how to break.

Ben leaned in, mouth hot against your ear. "Don't you fuckin' run from this. Not after you came in here beggin' me to fix it."

"I didn't—"

"You did. You fuckin' did. You sat your pretty little ass in my lap and let me drag that soaked cunt all over me like a good girl, and now you wanna tap out?"

You cried out, gasping, your body shivering against his.

Ben's voice dropped to a hush. "Let it happen."

You whimpered again. Louder.

His hand moved—slid between your bodies, over the mess of his sweats, and pressed. Right against your clit. You screamed. Bent forward. Grabbed his shoulders like you were falling off the goddamn planet.

Ben's grin faded. Now it was something else. Something reverent.

He watched your mouth fall open. Watched your thighs spasm. Watched your halo flicker bright behind your head like a dying star on the verge of collapse.

"Fuckin' beautiful," he breathed. "Look at you. Comin' so hard and you don't even know what for."

You sobbed. Real, breathless sobs—overwhelmed, confused, undone.

Ben caught you. Held you to his chest as your hips jerked and rolled through it. His hand kept you grinding, slower now, dragging the last waves of heat through you until you were limp, glowing, ruined.

Your cheek pressed to his shoulder. Your tears soaked into his skin. Your body twitched every time your cunt brushed his cock again.

And Ben? Ben fucking beamed.

Mine. Fuckin' mine. Didn't even need to fuck her yet. And she's already fuckin' mine.

You were limp against him now. Heavy with aftershock, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, your arms slack around his neck like they weren't yours anymore. The oversized t-shirt you wore was damp with sweat, bunched high on your hips, the curve of your ass bare and trembling in his lap.

Your halo flickered one last time behind your head—brief, frantic—and then vanished into the dark.

Ben didn't move. Didn't rush you. Just sat there, cock hard under you, sweat clinging to his chest, and held you while you came down.

Jesus Christ. She fuckin' did it. Came for the first time in her life, sittin' on my cock like a goddamn altar. I should get a fuckin' medal.

He let his hand drift—slow, deliberate—down the sweat-damp line of your spine, fingers brushing through your hair where it clung in sticky strands to your neck. His other arm stayed firm across your waist, keeping you grounded, trembling and limp against the weight of his chest.

You made a sound. Not a word. Just a soft, fractured little exhale. It cracked at the edges—thin and bewildered. The kind of sound people made when they were breakable. When something sacred had just been undone.

Ben kissed your temple. Barely a press of his mouth, like he was branding you with it.

"Still breathin'?" He asked, low and rough.

You nodded, cheek dragging against his shoulder, and your voice came hollow, distant—"Feels like..." You swallowed hard. "Like I fell."

Ben's mouth curled into a smirk, slow and wolfish.

"Oh, baby," he said, shifting you just enough to see your face—flushed and tear-damp, lashes fluttering like wings about to crumple. "You didn't fall."

You blinked at him. Wide-eyed. Waiting. He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, his voice like smoke curling in your ear.

"You landed."

Your lips parted. "Is... is that what that was?"

"That," he whispered, dragging the back of his fingers along your jaw, "was your body wakin' the fuck up."

You stared at him like you were looking for answers inside his mouth. Like the shape of his words might make it all make sense. But your brows drew tight again.

"It felt like..." You hesitated, breath catching. "Too much."

Ben raised an eyebrow, smirking like he'd already known that answer.

"Yeah," he drawled. "It's supposed to."

You nodded slowly. Still stunned. Still glowing faintly. He let his palm slide up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing the warmth beneath your skin.

"Don't worry," he said, voice dipping lower. "You'll get used to that."

There was a pause. Long enough for your breathing to even out. For the weight of what had just happened to settle between your ribs like a second heartbeat.

"Am I..." you started, then paused again, lashes trembling. "Am I different now?"

Something flickered behind his eyes. And then—that grin. Not sweet. Not cruel. Just dangerous.

"Oh, angel," he rasped, tilting your chin up with his thumb. "You're not different."

He leaned in close—his breath warm and tainted, like a prayer set on fire—and whispered:

"You're finally real."

A tremor ran through you. One he could feel in his lap. He kissed you—once—slow and searing, the kind of kiss that felt like the aftermath of sin. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in.

"You were so fuckin' clean it hurt to look at you," he murmured. "All that light. All that... innocence. Like you weren't made for this world at all."

You blinked at him. Eyes wet. Silent.

"And now?" He went on, voice rough with reverence, "Now you're sittin' in my lap, glowin' all over, drippin' down onto my fuckin' cock—" He chuckled darkly, licking his lips as your breath hitched. "—and I can feel you already wantin' more."

You whimpered.

Ben smiled. Low. Possessive. "Not broken," he whispered against your throat. "Not ruined."

His lips grazed your pulse.

"You're mine now."

You were still trembling in his lap when it hit you.

The silence that followed your undoing wasn't peace—it was pressure. Something building in your chest, a cold bloom of dread blossoming beneath your ribs. You shifted, breath catching, and Ben felt it before you said a word.

Your glow flickered again—once, weakly—then sputtered out entirely like a flame losing air. You moved to pull away from him. And this time, you didn't stop.

"I have to go," you whispered, already climbing off his lap, legs unsteady beneath you.

Ben stayed still, palms resting open on his thighs, his erection still straining visibly against the fabric of his sweats. Watching you like you were some feral thing caught in the light.

"The hell for?" He asked, voice calm—too calm.

"I need to... I need to pray," you said, clutching at yourself like your own skin was too loud. "I need to atone. I—" Your voice cracked. "I have to ask my Father for forgiveness."

Ben's jaw shifted. Something slow and sour moved behind his eyes.

"For what, angel?" He murmured. "For sittin' in my lap and grindin' your sweet little cunt on me till you came so hard you lit up like a Christmas tree?"

You flinched.

But he didn't smirk this time. Didn't mock. He stood slowly, like if he moved too fast you'd fly away again.

"Come on," he said, gentler now. "Don't do that. Don't fuckin' run."

"I'm not—" Your voice trembled. "I just—I wasn't made for this. I'm supposed to heal. I'm supposed to serve. Not... this."

Ben stepped closer.

"You think that wasn't holy?" He asked, quiet but intense. "That sound you made when you came in my arms?"

You squeezed your eyes shut. Shaking your head.

"I liked it," you breathed—barely louder than the sound of your heartbeat. "I wanted it. I still..."

You didn't finish. Couldn't.

And Ben—still hard in his sweats, untouched, jaw clenched like the ache was carved into his bones—just stood there watching you. Like you were revelation wrapped in panic. An angel with blood on her hands.

His voice came low. Rougher now. Like it'd been dragged through smoke.

"You think God wasn't watchin' when you got off on my lap?" He muttered, stepping closer. "You think He covered His fuckin' eyes?"

Your breath hitched.

He didn't smirk. Not this time. Just looked at you like he was seeing something break in real time—and he liked it.

"Shit, sweetheart. Maybe He wanted you to feel it. Ever think about that?" He tilted his head, voice dropping into something almost taunting. "Maybe He made you just to ruin you."

His hand came up—two fingers brushing your jaw like he couldn't decide if he wanted to hold you or press down hard enough to leave a mark.

"You came 'cause your body fuckin' needed it. That wasn't sin, angel," he rasped. "That was biology."

His lip curled slightly, watching you flinch like the word hurt.

"Your pussy figured it out before your brain did."

You stared at him, stunned. Lashes wet, lips parted like you'd forgotten how to breathe.

"I've never felt like this," you whispered. "Like I'm full of something I don't understand. Like I'm..." You blinked up at him. "Falling."

Ben exhaled—hard. Like your words hit something deep in him and dragged it up.

"You're not fallin'," he said, tone flat. Final. "You're comin' down."

He reached out. Tapped two fingers gently against your temple. The way someone might test for heat under a bruise.

"You ain't gettin' punished," he muttered. "You're just startin' to get it." You blinked. Shaking. Halfway between terror and awe.

"I need to go," you whispered again.

Ben didn't let go of your face.

"No," he said, voice thicker now. "You need to stay. Just for tonight. Just sleep. No touchin'. No fallin'. Just you. Me. Nothin' else."

"I can't—"

"You can. You will. 'Cause you're not prayin' tonight, angel. You're not kneelin' to Him." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You already knelt to me."

And the best part? You didn't run. You climbed back into his lap. You breathed. And just like that, the light started flickering again—soft, faint, like a memory of grace.

You went still in his arms.

Not stiff, not trembling anymore—just soft. Like the panic had bled out of you, leaving something fragile in its place. A low hum where your glow had been. A pulse he could feel more than see.

Ben didn't move. Didn't dare. He just sat there with you draped over him, your breath brushing his collarbone, your skin hot from the afterglow and the shame tangled tight in your ribs. And under all of that?

You were pressed right up against him—against the thick, hard ache straining in his sweats like a goddamn punishment he hadn't earned yet.

Fuck.

He'd held you through it. Kept you close. Let you use him like he was something sacred—and you hadn't even known. Hadn't realised what you were doing, how you looked, how fucking holy it had been just to watch you come apart on him.

No one had ever made a sound like that on top of him. No one had ever looked like that. Like light was leaking from your skin. Like you were crying for God, but you'd forgotten His name.

And you'd done it on him. In his lap, your thighs shaking, your face buried in his throat, whimpering like sin had never touched you before.

You hadn't even asked if he'd gotten off. Didn't even notice how hard he still was, how it hurt like hell just to sit there and not grind up into you. You'd come, and now you were quiet again. Calm. Hollowed out.

Ben's jaw ticked.

Yeah, you didn't get it yet. Didn't understand what you'd done—what you'd started. But he did. He knew what this was. It was the first crack in the marble. Tonight was the first time your body moved without asking permission from heaven. First time you reached for something because you wanted it, not because you were told to give it.

And now? Now he'd just have to be patient. He could wait. He could go slow.

Because he'd felt it—right before the end, right when you'd gasped and bucked and glowed. That shift in you. The way your hands had gripped his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you tethered.

Like you were falling into him.

He was gonna get you on your knees eventually. Not out of obedience. Not from fear. But because you'd choose it. Because the only thing louder than your guilt would be the need he was waking up inside you.

One day you'd beg for it. One day you'd look up at him with those wide, tear-bright eyes and say please—not because you thought you had to, but because you'd burn without it.

He'd teach you obsession. Dependence. Desire so deep it rewrote your blood. He'd make you stop looking at the sky and start praying to him. And when he finally got inside you? When you cried for the first time from being filled, not from fear? You'd glow for him again. And this time, you'd know exactly why.

He swallowed hard. The thought alone had him throbbing in place, still untouched, still aching.

And that's when you moved. You shifted against him—just a little, just enough to make him grit his teeth—and turned your face into his chest. Your palm rose, featherlight, pressing against his sternum.

You blinked up at him.

"I can feel your heart," you whispered. "It's beating really fast." Your eyes searched his face, soft and wide, full of worry. "Are you okay, Ben?" A pause. "Does it... hurt?"

Ben stilled.

His brain flicked through the options. He could brush it off. Could laugh. Could play it cool. But fuck that. Because you were already touching him. And your hand was glowing.

"...Yeah," he rasped, letting his voice scratch lower, rawer. "Yeah, baby. Kinda does."

He shifted beneath you, like the pain was real. Let his breath catch in his throat. Slid your hand a little higher on his chest and held it there like it hurt to move.

"Think it's actin' up again," he murmured, voice thick, shoulders tense. "Started right after you... y'know." He winced. Let the sound leak through his teeth. "Fuck. Might be somethin' wrong."

Your brow furrowed. Glow brightening.

"Can I heal it?"

Ben didn't nod. He ached it.

"Yeah," he said, hoarse and low. "Just your hands. That's all."

And you didn't hesitate. You just shifted in his lap—warm and soft and glowing—and placed both palms flat to his chest like you were about to bless him.

He barely held back a groan when your touch hit. It wasn't the heat. It wasn't the light. It was the care. You touched him like you wanted to fix something. And that? That was the most dangerous thing you'd done yet. Because as your halo flickered back to life and your fingers moved in slow, sacred circles over his heart—

—Ben could feel his cock pulse beneath you. Could feel the pre-come leak and stick to the inside of his sweats like a sin he hadn't even earned yet.

You didn't notice. But he did. And he knew then—clear as gospel—

He wasn't gonna fuck you. Not yet. He was gonna let you heal him first. Over and over. Until the only thing holy left in you was him.

Your hands were glowing, pressed to his chest, fingers splayed like a blessing, like something sacred, and Christ—Ben swore he could feel the light sinking under his skin. Warmth bleeding through him, golden and steady, like you were pouring your grace straight into the rot.

And fuck, it felt good.

It always did. But this time? This time, it hit different. Maybe it was the afterglow still clinging to your skin. Maybe it was the way your thighs bracketed his lap, soft and pliant and innocent. Or maybe it was the fact that you were still wet—he could feel the heat of it, could smell it, slick and soaked right through the cotton of his sweats where you sat draped over his cock like some kind of fucked-up relic.

He was still hard. Still throbbing. Still untouched.

And here you were—healing him. Pouring light into him like he deserved it. Your voice came soft, tender.

"Just relax," you murmured. "It's okay. You're safe now."

Ben's eyes fluttered shut. Safe. He hadn't felt that word in years. Didn't believe in it. But right now—with your palm on his chest, your breath sweet and close, your thighs cradling the bulge in his pants like you were built to hold it?

He could pretend.

And that made it worse. Because your healing didn't just soothe the damage—it riled him the fuck up.

It always had. It went too deep. Felt too good. Like being split open from the inside and rebuilt molecule by molecule. Like his nerves were lit fuses and you were trailing soft fire down every inch of him.

His hips jerked once. Just a twitch.

You didn't notice. Or maybe you did—but you didn't understand. You kept speaking in that soft, lullaby voice. You stroked your fingers over his chest, steady, glowing, pulsing light into old scars he didn't even realise he still carried.

And Ben? Ben started to lose it.

A low groan slipped from his throat. He grit his teeth, swallowed it down—but then your thumb brushed over his sternum and fuck, he bucked again. Couldn't help it.

You gasped a little. Eyes flicking up, confused.

"Are you okay, Ben?" You asked.

Ben cracked a grin. Sharp. Wolfish. Filthy.

"Oh, baby," he drawled, voice rough as gravel. "You're makin' me feel so fuckin' good right now."

Your lips parted. A confused little breath escaped.

"I am?" You whispered.

He chuckled low in his chest. Let his hands slide to your hips, just barely holding you there.

"Yeah, angel. You are." His eyes darkened, locked on you. "You always do."

You blinked down at him, trying to understand, still glowing like you didn't know your light could burn.

Ben leaned his head back, letting the sound of your voice wash over him, that soft hum of concern and devotion—but now, his hips had started to move in earnest. Slow. Subtle. Just the faintest rut upward into your heat.

You gasped again. Your hand flinched slightly on his chest—but you didn't pull away.

Ben grinned wider.

"What's wrong?" He rasped. "Feelin' that ache again?"

You shook your head. "I... I'm not sure."

But your thighs pressed together over him. Tight. Like your body did know. He groaned again, long and low, and rolled his hips up harder this time, grinding into the curve of you like it was the only relief in the world.

"God, you're good at this," he muttered. "Feels like I'm bein' reborn every fuckin' time you touch me."

You flushed. Your lashes fluttered. And you looked down into your lap like something inside you was turning over—slow and syrup-slick—like heat was blooming there again, thick and helpless. You squeezed your thighs.

Ben felt it. Every twitch. Every tremble. He bucked up again, harder, breath hitching.

"Shit, angel," he groaned. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. Just your hands. Just your fuckin' light."

He slid one palm up your spine—slow, reverent.

"You're my favourite fuckin' drug," he said, voice gone ragged. "And I don't ever wanna get clean."

His hips moved again, slow and greedy beneath you, grinding up into the heat that soaked through your thighs like sin blooming in silk. You were still healing him—your hand pressed to his chest, glowing with grace—and he was using it. Using you.

"Keep goin'," he muttered, voice thick with praise and filth. "Just like that. You're doin' so good for me, baby. Always so good."

You shivered. Your lashes fluttered. You looked down again—into your lap, where the ache had returned, thick and thudding and unmistakable.

Ben saw it. Felt it. Felt your thighs press tighter. Felt your hand tremble where it touched him. Felt the light spark again—weak but sharp—right behind your head. And God, he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in close—mouth brushing your cheek, voice a rasp right against your ear.

"You keep makin' sounds like that," he whispered, "and next time, I'm not lettin' you come alone."

You gasped. Your palm faltered. Your thighs jerked. And in that moment, just for a second—your halo flared.

Ben felt it. Felt it burn against his skin. And then? He went still. Smiling. Grinning like a man with plans. Like a wolf finally holding the throat.

a/n: PHEW. I freaking love this series so much. Literally cannot stress this enough: @tinas111, you are a fucking genius, babe. It's gonna get worse from here on out. Christ, stg all I'm good for is writing taboo shit and smut. No complaints though, right? Anyways, standard protocol, you know the drill... please let me hear y'alls thoughts. My warped, gross little brain and heart love it. All the goddamn love.

Soldier Boy/Ben taglist: @mostlymarvelgirl @losers-clvb @lunaleah. @itshellfire @drakulana @sl33pylilbunny @suckitands33 @nevercameraready @0ccvltism @bittersweetfig @lyarr24 @podiumackles @spxideyver @tinas111 @ohgodimgoungtodie @paristheonewhoreads @winchestersbgirl @blossomingorchids @sacr1ficialang3l @kaz-2y5-spn @bitchykittenconnoisseur @lanasgirlfr @justatinybud <3

[wondersinwaynemanor]

what if the batkids decided at the same time to bring their partners to the Manor and they argue about it?

[i can't stop writing long scenes]

scenario 1:

Duke has his arm wrapped around Izzy's waist as they make their way to the movie room.

Duke: Have you decided which movie you want to watch tonight?

Izzy, grins: The Notebook?

Duke, opening the door of the room, chuckles: But we've just watched that two weeks ago. Besides, Dick and Jason love that film, I've watched it a lot of times by now.

Izzy, turns the switch on to illuminate the room: What's the harm in rewatching-

they stop in their tracks as Steph and Cass enter the room from the other entrance of the movie room.

Steph giggles and leans towards Cass' face to kiss her. they don't even notice that the room is now bright with the lights on.

Duke, clears his throat loudly: Uh. Just to let you know, there are other people in the room.

Izzy: Sorry! We didn't mean to interrupt.

Steph and Cass, still holding each other, look at Duke and Izzy at the other side of the room.

Cass waves to them.

Steph: What are you two doing in here?

Duke: To watch a movie? Clearly.

Steph: But we started an hour ago.

Duke: I don't see a sign in the door that says it's occupied though.

Duke has really been hanging too, too much with Damian and Jason.

Cass, covers Steph's mouth before she speaks more: Maybe we can watch together.

Izzy, smiles: What were you guys watching earlier?

Steph and Duke, say at the same time: But this was supposed to be a date!

then Steph and Duke glare at each other, suddenly arguing over random things.

Cass shakes her head and leads Izzy outside the room so they can get some food from the kitchen.

---

scenario 2:

Dick continues to lead Wally to the private pool that was just newly built.

they just came home from a mission and some dip in warm water under the bright stars sounds so good right now.

by the time they both strip down to their boxers, Dick is a giggling mess as Wally bridal carries him on the stairs down to the water.

Wally, still carrying Dick on his arms, backing both of them on the pool wall: Have I told you today how beautiful you are?

Dick, blushes, wrapping his arms on Wally's neck: You always remind me. But tell me again-

then out of nowhere, someone shouts, "KABOOOOOM!" and a large splash of water hit both of them.

Dick, rubs the water off his eyes: What the actual fu-

and it's Roy from across the side of the pool, leaning against the wall with a smug grin on his face. on his side is Jason with the same kind of smile.

Roy, brings Jason closer to him: Oh, isn't it my two best friends of all time?

Jason, laughs: Ocupado, Dickface. Sorry.

he wasn't sorry at all.

Dick, groans, coming down from Wally's arms: You lied, Jay! You said you were out of town.

Jason, shrugs: Plans change, Dick.

Wally, rubs Dick's arm soothingly: A little warning next time, guys?

Roy, grins: Not our forte.

Dick, grumbles: You guys are assholes. Go to another area or something, I don't care.

Jason: I'm sorry, what was that, Dick?

Dick: Asshole, I said go to another area. Period.

Jason: Why you-

then the two brothers are moving forward towards each other on the water, aiming for a fight of sorts. one minute, Jason has Dick under the water and the next, it's Dick chasing Jason in the water like ducklings. like birds.

Wally hides Dick's escrima sticks, while Roy hides Jason's guns. just in case the fight escalates.

---

scenario 3:

Roy, whines: Jaaaaaybird, can we sleep now?

Jason: I said give me a minute, Roy. I need to grab a book.

Roy leans his weight on Jason, closing his eyes.

Jason: And I'm not carrying you, idiot.

although, he wraps his arm on Roy's waist, supporting him as they walk to the Manor library.

Jason, opens the door: Give me a few, kay? Then we can- WHAT THE SHIT?

Roy feels more awake than awhile ago as they both stare at Kon, shirtless on the couch and his hair a mess.

Jason: Clone, what are you doing here????

Kon, flushes, embarrassed: I... I... Um.

then Tim appears from behind the couch too, his hair also a mess, but thankfully his clothes still on. or else Jason would have threw up on the floor.

Roy just has a grin on his face the entire time, amused.

Tim, grins: Hey, guys.

Jason, pinches the bridge of his nose: I swear, Timmy, I fucking swear, if you and clone boy don't fucking take your hormones upstairs to your own room, I will-

Tim: You will what, Jay? I mean... You don't own this place. Doesn't mean you spend most of your time here, it's yours.

Jason: I never said I owned this! I just fucking said, don't do funny business on the library couch.

Tim, scoffs: As if you don't do funny business here.

Roy, grins even widely: The boy's got a point, Jaybird.

Jason, now even more upset: Go, go upstairs!

Tim: But-

Jason: Now, Tim!

Tim: You're not my mom!

Jason: And you're not being responsible!

Tim: As if you're any better!

then the two boys continue to argue, leaving Roy and Kon to shrug and make their own conversation by the door.

Roy: Hey, kid. How's the Young Justice?

Kon, smiles: Pretty good. How's the Outlaws?

---

bonus:

Damian and Jon are in the game room, playing some Mario Kart when they hear voices outside the room.

Steph: We were here first!

Dick: I thought I told everyone in the groupchat that me and Wally will be having the Game Room.

Jason: I already called dibs in the room.

Duke: I arrived earlier than any of you, so technically, me and Izzy get to use it first.

Tim: Hey, I never had the Game Room this week!

Cass, suggests: Can we just all share it?

Damian, opens the door, annoyed: Will everyone just keep their mouths closed? I have settled in the room already.

as the batkids continue to make their points, Jon exits the room and flies to the main living room where the rest of the partners are talking.

Jon, settles beside Kon: I guess this is a regular occurance.

Roy, chuckles: You have no idea, kid.

Wally: As long as I can remember, yes.

Kon: You'll get used to it, little brother.

Izzy: With a house so big, they still argue on who gets a room first.

Izzy, sees the Monopoly game under the coffee table, smiling: Anyone up for Monopoly?

[lovelytsunoda]

talk tonight | lance stroll

Summary: Lance Stroll saved her life in more ways than he will ever know

Pairing: Lance Stroll x female! reader

Warnings: angst galore please proceed with caution!!! insinuations of some unhealthy thoughts, girl was not in a good place. drinking and bad choices :) unexpected pregnancy with a happy ending <3

I wanna talk tonight // Until the morning light // 'Bout how you saved my life

"You saved my life, you know."

Lance looked over at YN, at the lost look on her face. They were sitting on the hallway floor, side by side and legs up to their chests, an awkward mirror of the first night they had met.

"If you hadn't come up to that roof, I don't know what I would have done. At the time, it scares me to think that if I had fallen, I probably wouldn't have cared."

She reached for Lance, holding his warm hand in hers, trying to ground herself amidst the uncertainty coursing through her veins. Her life had finally become stable again. Was that all about to change?

18 Months Ago

The city always looked so pretty at night, lit up in shining spots of light and color that shone through the dark skies. The rooftop behind her was littered with empty cans of Bacardi, a half finished cooler in her hand as she paced up and down the edge, perilously close to a fall.

The fall wouldn't kill her, it was nowhere near high enough, but she'd break a few bones. Probably both of her legs. Maybe an arm. Maybe it would be enough to finally stop being invisible all the time.

"Please don't jump."

The voice from behind her was so quiet, so unsure, that she almost slipped turning to face him. Seeing her lose her balance, the figure rushed forwards, grabbing her arms to steady her.

"Please. Whatever you're going through, its not worth it."

She scoffed, yanking her hands away. She relented, mentally making a compromise to sit on the ledge with her back to the street rather than tip toeing across it.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do." He insisted "Come away from the ledge."

She glared at him, taking another swig of her drink. "Make me."

He was dressed smartly, in a pair of black slacks and a peacoat, his dress shirt open at the collar. His hair was mussed, in a way that made her think he wore it that way on purpose. Without a word, he strode over to her, picked her up of the ledge, and placed her back on the roof. The concrete was cold through her jeans, but she felt too numb to notice. The man sat next to her, hands firmly in the pockets of his jacket as they both leaned up against the wall.

"Every time I go on the internet, I see most of the world making fun of me. Telling me I don't deserve my job, my friends." He started, turning to look at her.

She took a deep breath, passing him the drink can. "I lost my job. My best friend started sleeping with my ex, and I feel like a background character in my own life. Like things are happening to me, instead of for me. Half the time, I'm invisible. At least people know who you are."

"Yeah, that's not always a good thing, you know."

She gave him a look as he took a sip of the Bacardi. "What is it you do for work that has you so hated?"

"I've got a rich dad in a sport full of people with rich dads."

"Yikes. What makes you so special?"

"Drove into a few walls early in my career." He shrugged. "It's part of the sport, all the greats have done it."

"Sometimes I wish I could just leave," She started, listening to the sounds of the city behind her. On the ground, a taxi driver honked at a cyclist, and a gaggle of giggling sorority girls left a country bar. "Get on a plane, not even caring where it's going, and starting over. New friends, new job. A fresh start."

"Not as nice as it sounds. After a while, I would think it would start to get lonely."

"My thoughts exactly. Although I don't have the most fulfilling life right now either."

They drifted into silence, neither one making eye contact with the other as her heavy head moved to slump to his shoulder. He smelled pretty, like expensive perfume, although the reasonable synapses in her brain told her that he was probably wearing a Dior cologne, and not Victoria's Secret for men.

"It just feels so heavy."

"I know, but its not forever. And if you give up now, you'll never see how great your life can be."

Now.

The alarm on YN's phone went off, and she wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

"Its time."

"Hey, whatever happens, I'm not going anywhere." Lance reassured her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "I promise."

She stretched away from the wall, extending her legs as she reached for the plastic test lying just a few feet away from her on the apartment floor. She held it in shaky hands, counting on Lance's warm hand against her back to keep her grounded as she turned it over.

Positive.

"YN? Sweet girl, what does it say?"

"I'm pregnant." She said softly, passing the test to Lance. "We're having a baby."

Lance stared at it for a moment, a small disbelieving smile creeping over his soft features. "We're having a baby. Together."

"Yeah."

Lance pulled her close, wrapping his strong arms around her small body. He choked out a laugh, trying not to cry tears of his own as he pressed kisses against her greasy hair. "We're having a baby." he repeated in hushed whispers.

"Fuck, I love you so much." She cried, burying her face in his shoulder. "Thank you for loving me back."

"You never have to thank me for that. Loving you is as easy as breathing."

And somewhere in the embrace, she found herself thanking God for Bacardis and rooftops. Lance Stroll loved her at her lowest, and stayed with her at her highest. By her side with a supportive ear and strong arms to love her with. <3

[girlgenius1111]

miscommunications + conversations

alexia x reader alexia has practically stopped speaking in the wake of her second surgery. it's stressing you out, but you don't quite know how to tell her. she gets it out of you anyway. mentioned this the other day, but changed the title :) angst x fluff

"Do you need anything?" You asked, rising from your spot on the couch a safe distance away from your incredibly grouchy girlfriend.

"No." She responded, barely turning her attention away from the old match she had playing on her ipad. You sighed, realizing that it was the match against Benfica. Again. She'd been playing it over and over since her injury, in an almost obsessive manner. You'd said something about it, but she'd simply fixed you with the glare you'd become quite familiar with, and you'd dropped the subject.

Alexia wasn't an easy patient. You'd known this before her second knee surgery, but you were still astounded at how stubborn she was being. She'd barely spoken more than a word to you in weeks, and even though she pulled you close into her at night when she thought you were asleep, you hadn't ever felt like such a failure in your entire life.

Alexia wasn't okay, and she needed something. Something that you couldn't figure out, something you weren't giving her. It was driving you crazy, this feeling of inadequacy.

You were tired, worried, tired of being worried, stressed, and in need of a break. From anything, any one of your responsibilities.

You'd had a lengthy double session today, followed by a long time in the film room reviewing the last match. You'd looked forward to coming home and relaxing all day, but now that you were here, the distance between you and your girlfriend felt suffocating. It was all too much; Alexia acting like a robot, half the team being injured, game after game scheduled for the next week. You felt so stressed you thought your bones might literally shatter under the pressure.

After another rejection of conversation from Alexia, you knew you had to get out of the house before you broke down and cried in front of her. It wasn't her fault you weren't doing a good enough job taking care of her. It wasn't her fault you were so exhausted, every movement was difficult, even though you couldn't, for the life of you, sleep.

You didn't see Alexia look up after you as you left, walking back into the bedroom and pulling your phone out. You clicked the contact you were looking for, hoping she'd answer, and hoping she'd be willing to help you out today.

"Hola."

"Mapi, can you come over and sit with Ale for a bit?"

"Sí, of course. Is everything all right?" Mapi replied, usual joking manner replaced with a sympathetic one. Mapi knew all too well how Alexia was acting.

'Yeah, yeah. I just need a break." You explained. Mapi said she understood, and promised that she'd be there soon. She didn't live far, and you took a few calming breaths in the bedroom, before stepping back out to where Alexia was sitting. This time, she did look up at you, her face scrunching in concern when she noticed just how drained you looked.

It wasn't the first time she'd noticed that you were struggling, but every time she brought it up, the only time you really got more than a few words out of her at once, you turned the conversation around, trying to get her to open up to you. She hadn't missed this, but she assumed that you'd tell her what was going on when you felt ready. Alexia didn't quite seem to realize the effect her cold behavior was having on you.

"I'm gonna go run some errands. Mapi will be here in a bit, and I'll be back in a couple hours." You explained shortly, pressing a kiss onto Alexia's soft lips, and slipping out the door before she could say anything.

Once you were out the door, all bets were off, and you felt tears pooling in your eyes. It was a good thing you hadn't waited for Mapi to arrive, because you wouldn't have made it that long without breaking down in front of her, and that would have just been embarrassing.

Although, getting in the car and driving to an empty parking lot to cry wasn't really any less embarrassing.

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You came back from your rather pathetic drive, and walked into the house, finding your girlfriend in deep discussion with her best friend. Though you felt marginally better, you realized you'd forgotten something rather important; crying in your car for an hour would leave you with red and puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks. You hadn't done anything to hide the evidence.

This was clear when both girls stopped talking and looked at you, faces heavy with concern. Mapi stood, crossed the room as quickly as she could on crutches, and pulled you into a hug. The words she whispered in your ear were only for you to hear.

"Talk to your girlfriend. She's going crazy not knowing what's wrong with you."

You sighed, nodding slightly as you led Mapi to the door, waving to Ingrid, biting your tongue to avoid telling Mapi that you hoped she enjoyed her playdate. You and Ingrid had been making the joke for weeks, driving your respective girlfriend's back and forth to each other as they couldn't drive, feeling like parents of 2 very grumpy children.

When you returned to the living room, to Alexia, she was sitting on the couch with her arms crossed over her chest, knee extended in front of her, looking carefully at you. She looked like Alexia again, her hazel eyes looking somehow both sternly and softly at you.

"If I left the house to cry, you would kill me in my sleep."

She wasn't wrong. You were on Alexia all the time about being more vulnerable with you. It was possible, you supposed, that you were being a bit of a hypocrite.

"I didn't leave to go cry, I left, and I cried. It was coincidental." You argued back, sitting next to her on the couch, and taking her outstretched hand. Hers was so much larger than yours, and it encapsulated it completely, the rough calluses and the tight hold she had on you making you feel inexplicably safe. 

"I do not believe you. You have been upset all week, and you refused to tell me why. You call Mapi to come babysit me, you make up an errand to run, and you go cry in your car. When you are upset, you are supposed to tell me, so I can help."

You looked away from her, the extent to which she knew you being slightly overwhelming. Of course she'd known you were upset, and of course she hadn't pushed too hard. Alexia was perfect in that way, always knowing what you needed.

"Mírame," Alexia rasped and you turned towards her, lip wobbling as you finally met her gaze. "Amor," she sighed, pulling you in until you collapsed against her chest. It was a familiar position, with your head resting against her sternum, her arms holding you close. It felt like it had been ages since she’d held you, and you curled into her, clutching tightly onto the green hoodie she was wearing, feeling her lips press softly onto the top of your head. 

You still weren’t fully sold on breaking down in front of her, not when she was the one who had every right to be upset and angry with the world. You had thought, too, that you were all cried out. Unfortunately not, as you took several stuttering breaths trying to stave off your sobs before they really even started. 

Alexia stroked your hair, scolding you very gently. “No, stop that. Cry if you need to, mi amor. You can always feel what you need to feel when you are with me, sí?” 

You tried to pull away, but Alexia was too strong, keeping you stubbornly pressed to her chest.“I can’t, Ale, you-”

“Forget about me. You need to cry, you need me to hold you. We worry about you right now. Not me.” The blonde insisted, her hand sliding up your shirt, blunt nails scratching lightly over your back. She was pulling out every trick she knew to make you fall limp against her, doing everything she could to get you to let go, let her be strong for you when you were always so strong for her. 

You spent the next few minutes almost crying, almost letting go, but not quite. Your hands were fisted in the fabric of Alexia’s sweatshirt, and even though she was telling you that it was okay, you couldn’t stop yourself from fighting against the flood of emotion rushing through you. 

“Mi niña bonita, it’s okay. You’re safe to feel what you need, amor, please.” 

“I can’t Ale,” you whimpered, allowing Alexia’s hand to tilt your chin up away from her chest, towards her face. 

“Why?” She asked, so gently, so adoringly, that you felt a piece of your heart stitch itself back together. 

“You need me to be strong.” 

Alexia shook her head. “No, I need you to be okay. And you are not right now, are you?” 

You responded hesitantly, although you had no argument against her. It was rather evident that you were far from okay. “No.” 

“No.” Alexia repeated, her thumb rubbing little circles into your cheekbone. “You do not need to pretend with me. You have been so perfect, so strong. Let me be strong for you now, okay? Please?” 

Something in her voice, the pleading edge to it, broke you, and you rested your forehead back against your girlfriend’s chest, body trembling harshly with sobs. You inhaled deep gasps of Alexia’s perfume in between your cries, and tried to let it wash over you, as her words were doing. 

“There you go, bebé. You’re alright. I love you. Te tengo, amor. Te amo y te tengo, mi niña bonita.” 

You weren’t sure where this Alexia had come from, the emotionally intelligent version of your girlfriend having been missing for weeks, but you weren’t complaining. Far from it, in fact, as you cried so hard you shook against her, so hard that you exhausted yourself within minutes, gasping breaths turning into quiet whimpers as your eyes fluttered shut, and you relaxed into a light sleep against the blonde. Alexia held you with an unmoving steadiness, even when her knee started to feel stiff from the position it was in. She knew that she’d played some role in whatever was going on here, and she was quite determined to make it up to you. For now, though, she was happy to let you sleep, looking more peaceful than you had in a while. 

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You woke up when Alexia began to shift uncomfortably under you. She couldn’t help it, she’d been laying in the same position for an hour, and her knee was really starting to complain. The blonde had tried to keep still, not wanting to disturb you, but she was clearly not successful when your eyes fluttered open, swollen and red, as you gazed up at your girlfriend. Her jaw was set, but she looked at you apologetically, sighing when you shot up off of her, looking frantically at her knee. 

“I am okay, bebé,” she began.

You scrambled up off of her, practically running to the kitchen to get a new ice pack. 

“Amor, come back,” she called, really not wanting to let you out of her sight before you told her what was wrong. You did return, ice pack in hand but you ignored Alexia’s attempts at conversation, carefully stretching her knee out and adjusting it to a better position. She sighed in relief despite herself, and you gently wrapped the new ice pack around her knee, before giving her an unimpressed look.

“You should have woken me.” 

“I was fine.” Alexia argued, opening her arms to invite you back against her. You hesitated, looking between her face and her knee. “Ven aqui, amor.” 

You relented slightly, curling against her side again to rest your head on her shoulder. Her lips left a soft kiss on the side of your head, and you settled in closer, the feeling of your girlfriend’s arms around you being so perfect after such a tough few weeks. 

“Talk to me, please.” Alexia said quietly after a minute.

“About what?” You replied, partly because you wanted to avoid this conversation, and partly because you knew it would annoy Alexia. 

The blonde pinched your arm lightly, not needing to say anything for you to take a deep breath, and try to explain yourself. 

“I’m just stressed. Everything with the team, the amount we have to play coming up. I’m exhausted, and there’s no time for a break.” 

It was half the truth, half the story, but you deeply hoped Ale would buy it. You didn’t need her to feel like she was burdening you, not when it was your fault, and not when she was having a hard enough time as it was. 

It was quite on brand with how things were going that Alexia saw right through you. 

“And I am not helping.” She murmured, her hand grabbing yours. Her voice was filled with guilt and regret, and you couldn't stand it. 

“No, Ale,”

“Sí,” she interrupted. “I have been moody and quiet and completely unhelpful. That is stressing you out more, yes?” 

To be honest, Alexia wouldn’t have reached that conclusion an hour ago. While you slept, though, she’d been thinking long and hard, and came to the realization that in her attempts to protect you from how awful she was feeling, she’d shut you out. 

“Yeah.” You allowed. 

“I need more than that, bebé.” 

You gave an annoyed huff, but there wasn’t really anything behind it. “It’s not your fault, Ale. It’s hard that I can’t fix everything for you, but it’s not your fault, it’s mine.” 

“I do not need you to fix it for me, amor.” Alexia cut in. 

“It would make it easier if you could tell me how to help you, because what I’m doing isn’t working.” You continued, having worked up the courage to say what you were feeling, and were sure that if you stopped now, you wouldn’t be able to continue. 

“No no no. You have not done anything wrong, you have done everything right.”

You didn’t believe her. “Then why are you so upset with me?” 

Your voice was so small and so hesitant, Alexia shut her eyes for a minute, willing away her emotion so she could explain herself to you. 

“I am not upset with you, amor. I… I am miserable because I cannot play, and I did not want to put that on you. I thought that I was helping you, not stressing you out with my feelings.” 

You shifted against her, the look on your face causing Alexia to sink back into the couch. 

“Well that did the opposite. I was worried anyway. I’m always going to worry, baby. I worry less if you tell me what you’re thinking, though.” 

Now it was Alexia’s turn to shrug noncommittally. You had on that look, though, and Alexia knew she’d cave within a minute. 

“I am sorry, amor. I should have talked to you. I made you stressed and upset for no reason.” 

You sighed dramatically, leaning in to lightly kiss her cheek. “I forgive you. You better start keeping a journal though, and let me read it every night before bed. All of your feelings of the day, written down for me to look through. Then I won’t be mad anymore.” You joked, and Alexia snorted. 

“Fine, you write one too. All your feelings. We’ll trade, and never have to talk to each other.” 

“Perfect.” You smiled, leaning your forehead against hers. 

“Perfect.” She agreed, eyes shutting at the close contact. 

“I love you.” You mumbled. 

“Te amo mucho. Even when you get tears all over my car, and make me beg you to talk to me.” 

You pulled away rolling your eyes. “Fine. You can get your own ice packs, massage your own knee, and drive yourself to your grumpy playdates with Mapi.” 

“Playdates!” Alexia gasped, yanking you back down on top of her, and poking you in the side, making you giggle against your will. “You take away my massages, I take away yours.” Alexia warned. 

You turned to her, betrayed. “You like giving me massages as much as I like getting them.” You reminded her. 

Alexia smiled playfully, her hand creeping up the front of your shirt. You shivered at the contact, taking in the smirk on your girlfriend’s face, knowing exactly what she had in mind. “Do I like to give massages? I do not remember. You will have to remind me.” 

You rolled your eyes, but leaned in, Alexia dominating the heated kiss even as you hovered on top of her, though she was slightly breathless when you slipped your tongue into her mouth. That was Alexia, though. In control of every situation, except when it came to you. Evidently, Alexia didn’t always use her brain when it came to you, her heart took over, and she made decisions she wouldn’t normally make. It was hard to complain, though, when she looked at you like you single handedly made the earth spin on its axis. No, you couldn’t complain. You were her weak spot, and you knew how lucky you were to hold that position.  

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some angst and fluff for ya <3

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Come on over, come on over baby

More situationship!Simon x reader \( ' v ' )/`

Whenever he came home, he'd have you at his place in less than an hour. At the bar with friends? Doesn't matter. Just about to go to sleep? Doesn't matter. At the other guy's place? That definitely doesn't matter. Actually, it does to him. He likes to stroke his ego, make you say that he's better than the other guy. Because he is.

"He'll never fuck you the way I do."

His whole body pressed up against yours, talking right up into your ear.

"No one will ever make you feel as good as I do."

Arms constricting you, making it hard to breathe.

"Fuckin mine. Say it."

He's been a lot more... passionate lately. Don't know what's gotten into him. One day while you were out having drinks with the other guy, Simon pulls up, sitting at the other end of the bar. He stares right at the two of you, you sweat trying not to look at him. He walks off and you sigh, relieved. The other guy is yapping about a quarterly review when your phone dings. It's Simon. You excuse yourself, and turn your body to shield anyone from seeing your screen. Open the message. It's a video of Simon fucking his fist.

Bathroom. Now.

You're a mess. Nervous, horny, and a little ashamed, you excuse yourself.

He has you bent over the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Look how much you fuckin love this dick."

He grunts, one hand on your throat, the other pinning your hand behind your back.

"Don't know why you still see 'em, I'm more than enough for you. Or are you just that fuckin greedy?"

He bucks his hips forward so hard you yelp.

"Want me to keep fucking you? Drop him."

He pulls out of you suddenly, leaving you unsatisfied. The first time he's ever done that. He zips up his pants and walks out the bathroom, leaving the bar. Stunned and soaking wet, you don't know what to do with yourself. You don't even finish the date with the other guy, just make up some stupid shit about an emergency with a girlfriend. You text Simon, asking what the fuck was that about. He leaves you on read because of course he does. It doesn't take a lot of thinking for you to call the other guy up and drop him, he doesn't even ask for a reason. Says something about how he respects your boundaries and to take care. Respecting boundaries, that's definitely not in Simon's vocabulary.

You're freaking out, cleaning up every flat surface in your place. After two years and some months, he's finally decided to come over to your place. You've been practically begging for him to come over forever but you're nervous. His place was always spotless and yours was... covered in plants and knickknacks and books. He doesn't even look around when he steps into your place, just sits you on the kitchen counter, drops your drawers, and eats you out until you cry from overstimulation.

Cradled the back of your head to make you look down and watch him slide in and out of you.

"Only me and you, yeah? That's all we need. You're mine, say it."

He'd look right into your eyes while you repeated it. You weren't sure if you meant it when you said it, probably just trying to protect yourself from the inevitable hurt that is Simon disappearing again. When morning comes he doesn't leave, actually he stays for a whole fucking week.

"What's wrong? Thought you wanted me to come over. Only need me and you, yeah? That's what you said."

You try to argue but all your reasoning leaves as soon as he grabs your neck and kisses you.

"You said you were mine, you weren't lying to me, right?"

His voice low and dangerous. You thought he left again when you came to an empty apartment once. Apparently he was just bringing more of his clothes over. Every time you tried to argue with him to go home he'd somehow get you naked and on top of him. He'd smile, hands behind his head while he made you say you were his over and over. He wouldn't let you come until he allowed it.

"Don't think you mean it, say it again, and no begging this time, that's not what I wanna hear."

He was so mean. When he finally let's you finish, he'd pull you close,

"My fucking girl, no one else's."

[dazedantics]

A yellow glow creeped along the shadowed floor. The lanterns they emenated from sat in the ever busy hall. A door was slid shut. Clothes then rustled softly in the corner.

Your back still turned to the entrance, you opened an eye. Half-asleep, you still replied, "Welcome back."

More shifting.

Then, a dip in the mattress behind you.

"Y'know, you don't have ta keep waitin' up for me."

You hummed softly, smile subconsciously working itself on your lips. Maybe it was the familiar rasp of voice, the heap of warmth comforting your back, or the muscular pull of arms drawing you closer, but you couldn't keep the giddy joy from blooming in your chest.

"I know, but I like the extra time with you."

A gentle nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

"You see me everyday ... Surprised you're not tired of me yet."

A giggle held back by fingers to your lips. "I could never."

And it was true. Even after days and days of repeated minute long check ins, you never grew tired of seeing him, hearing him, or anything of the sort. All it did was make you more excited for those almost routinely moments. Though you weren't sure if there was ever a way you could convince him you meant that.

"Did everything go well today?"

"Mhmm. The girls caused more trouble than usual but it was handled."

"Hika and Hina? I can take care of them for you tomorrow."

"It's alright, Konro's on it."

"Damn, beat me to it again."

"I asked him to."

As you shifted around, he used a strong arm to lift the blanket till you were face to face. His tired eyes were half-lidded, brows relaxed from their frown, and thick lips set in their usual pout. His pulse was low and steady, a natural lullaby to sooth you to sleep. The X and O of his pupils tracked you slowly. Nature's way of allowing him to say "hugs and kisses" without needing to open his mouth, you liked to joke, the deep pink of his irises used as further evidence as they were "the color of love" (he was not amused).

"Why not ask me? I'm sure he'd like a break too."

"Cause we're going out tomorrow." He placed a large hand on your hip, thumb caressing the soft flesh. "And I'm waking you up early so get some sleep."

"Not if I wake up first."

"Heh, sure."

"I'm really looking forward to it. But, you know I can help you out with things like this."

He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "Thanks, but I don't want them to cause you trouble. I know they developed more of my ... less admirable qualities."

Smiling, you draped an arm over his back. Fingers traced the outline of well-defined muscles and down the length of his spine. Maybe it was cause of his training or cause he was simply used to it, but he didn't shiver or flinch under your ministrations.

"Well if I can handle you, I think I can handle two kids."

His lips finally curled into that rare smile. "I'm sure you could."

A deep yawn escaped him and you subconsciously followed suit.

"Get some sleep. You stayed up late waiting for me so I'm sure you're tired."

You tucked your head against his firm chest. His warm scent enveloped your senses like a cozy hearth, another factor that would ease your into a quick slumber. He rested his chin atop you, large arms hugging you closer.

"Since you work so hard everyday, I'll let you rest. But we're talking about this tomorrow."

"After tomorrow."

"Why not tomorrow?"

"Like I said, I'm taking you out. No worrying about anything but where you wanna go next and if you're happy."

Closing your eyes, a smile lifted your lips.

"Alright, fine. After tomorrow. But don't think a day out is gonna make me forget you keep going to Konro for help."

He nipped at your ear. "I'm sure I can find other things to distract you with. Now go to sleep."

You laughed and nuzzled closer. "Goodnight Captain Shinmon, you stubborn lug."

"Not the Captain right now. Just Benimaru."

You kissed his jaw, "Goodnight, Benimaru. See you in the morning."

[woso-dreamzzz]

Second Time's The Charm VII

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: A look back to when you were still 'divorced'

You panted as Alexia rolled of off you. "We can't do this," You said," We're divorced."

"Yes, we are..."

There was silence for a moment as you both caught your breath.

You'd only just moved away to London a few months ago. You'd only just gotten settled at the hospital and with your new contract for the Arsenal Women's Team.

You'd only just gotten settled but, still, you felt the need to return home for the week, to be able to speak Spanish again with people that didn't have to stumble over their words to communicate with you.

Somehow, somewhere along the line, you'd ended up in Alexia's bed again.

You wouldn't say it was unwelcome. You wouldn't say that it didn't feel like a piece of home, curled up in her arms as she whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

But, still, the pair of you were divorced.

"Your toothbrush is still in the bathroom," Alexia said as you pulled yourself out of her comforting embrace," And your skincare stuff is still there."

You nodded, making your way through your evening routine.

You hadn't planned on doing that though. You had planned to just pull on your clothes and return back to the hotel room you booked.

Instead, you showered and brushed your teeth and did your skincare and pull on an old pair of sleep shorts and one of Alexia's even older Spain jerseys.

You ended up in her bed again, propped up on the pillows as you read through a medical journal absentmindedly as Alexia typed something on her laptop.

"What is that one?" She asked and you hummed as you turned the page.

"A women's ACL study," You replied, turning another page, scanning through a table of statistics," What are you doing?"

"Brand stuff...I think...I'm not actually sure..."

"Well make sure you read the contract, Ale," You reminded her," You don't want to be stuck in something you can't get out of."

"Oh, right, yeah."

"You send it to Eli. You know she'll check for you."

"You're so right, amo-" Alexia cut herself off.

She was about to call you 'amor'. She didn't think she was allowed to call you that now you weren't together. But she's never really called you anything different.

Ever since your marriage at five years old under the slide, you'd always been 'amor' to her. It was strange to not be able to call you that now.

All of this was strange.

Having you in her bed but somehow not being together at the same time. This was all natural. All normal but not at the same time.

Because you weren't together anymore.

Alexia wasn't quite sure where the boundaries were anymore. You'd never been just friends, not truly anyway. Sure, your official relationship started when you were twelve and you were both married by eighteen but even as little kids, the signs were there.

But you smiled at her now and Alexia forgot all about the fact that you were divorced and your life was now in England and she surged forward to plant a kiss on your lips.

You kissed back without even a thought, letting Alexia slip her tongue into your mouth.

You laughed as she pulled away. "What was that for?"

"Nothing. I can't want to just kiss you?"

"You're so sweet, Ale."

You yawned then and Alexia pulled the research paper from your hands.

"Alexia...I was reading that!"

"You're tired," She said in answer," Go to sleep."

"You're not my wife anymore," You reminded her," You can't tell me what to do."

A deep pit formed in Alexia's stomach at your words.

You were right. She wasn't your wife anymore and she didn't get to tell you what to do.

She was so used to reminding you to do things like that, to put down your research papers and get a good night's sleep, to hop in the shower instead of spending hours pouring through articles and papers and ideas.

She'd forgotten that you didn't need her to do that anymore.

"But it's nice that you still care," You said, curling up on your side.

There was silence for a moment before you peaked your head over your shoulder.

"Do you not spoon anymore, Ale?" You asked, a pout on your beautiful lips," I've really missed my big spoon."

That's all it took for Alexia to throw her laptop to the side, switch off the light and pull you into her arms.

[sailortongue]

Scandal

pairing: kenji sato x reader

summary: with the news of kenji's impending fatherhood -despite being unmarried- now public information, his PR team must come up with a way to salvage his reputation

wc: 1.5k

an: this is part 3!

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“Giants Player Kenji Sato Seen with Mystery Woman” was the headline that greeted you one fateful morning. You skimmed the article as quickly as you could, wincing when you saw that there were even pictures included to back up the story that Kenji was officially off the market. And not just taken, oh no—but a father-to-be. 

You immediately called Kenji, your heart pounding with the realization that your face had been shared with the public. He picked up the phone, his voice still groggy with sleep as he answered.

“Someone wrote an article about us,” you blurted out, not bothering with pleasantries. “There's pictures of us leaving the clinic, and it says an anonymous source came forward with information that we’re expecting a child. How did they find out so quickly? Did you tell anyone?”

Kenji blinked slowly on the other side of the phone, taking in the rush of information you had spewed at him first thing in the morning. “Uh, no. Haven’t even told my dad yet. You?”

You were about to deny having told anyone, but then you remembered. Ami. But she wouldn’t do that to you, right? “Ami knows.”

Kenji sucked in a breath through his teeth, grimacing. “Do you think she’d . . .” he trailed off, not wanting to make any outright accusations. He knew Ami personally, and that she was a good friend, but he also knew that scandals meant more money for reporters and that Ami has her own child to take care of. 

“I don't want to believe she would,” you started. “But I'm not sure how anyone else could have possibly found out so quickly.”

Kenji hummed. “You should talk to her today. Or I can, if you’d prefer?”

You sighed. “I'll do it. It’s just not going to be an easy conversation.”

“Call me with an update later?”

“Yeah, of course.”

You ended your call with Kenji and wasted no time dialing Ami’s number, your stomach twisting itself into knots as you listened to the ringing. No answer. You tried again. And again.

 “Are you ok?” was the first thing she asked when she picked up. “It's not like you to call so many times.”

“Did you tell anyone about Kenji and me?”

She fumbled over her words for a moment, not expecting to be interrogated as soon as she answered your call. “Of course not. Has something happened?” she asked worriedly. You must have had a very good reason to sound so frantic. 

“There's an article,” you explained simply. “About Kenji and I. Are you sure you didn’t say something to anyone else? Even the smallest detail that might have been figured out?”

“Yn, I swear to you that I would never. I don't know how it got revealed so quickly, but I promise it wasn’t me.”

You sighed for the umpteenth time. “If not you then who?” You asked despondently, not truly expecting an answer from her but lamenting your misfortune all the same. 

“I don't know,” she answered softly, her voice laced with concern. 

Meanwhile, not even twenty minutes after you had called him, Kenji received yet another phone call. This time, it was his PR manager, Muramatsu. He groaned, knowing he was in for an earful. He answered the phone with all the false bravado he could muster, pretending he was none the wiser to the current state of his reputation. 

“Is it true‽” His manager demanded.

“Is what true?” Kenji asked, deciding to play stupid. 

“Did you or did you not get a girl pregnant?” 

“Straight to the point as always, Muramatsu,” Kenji chuckled, throwing off his covers when he decided to finally get out of bed since it seemed he wouldn’t be getting any more sleep this morning. 

“I'm serious, Ken. We need to get in front of this ASAP. Your reputation is on the line which means so are your brand deals.”

Kenji paled. He hadn’t thought of that little consequence. “Look, it was an accident, ok.”

“Dammit, Ken! What were you thinking? Were you thinking at all?”

“I was drunk! I didn't intend to do it, it just happened!”

Muramatsu was pinching the bridge of his nose in his office, wishing at this moment that he’d been hired by any other celebrity other than Ken Sato. “Is she a girlfriend we didn’t know about? Because we can work with that.”

Kenji remained silent, biting his lip while trying to think of a way to gently break the news that on top of accidentally knocking up a girl because he was drunk, she was also a woman he had never met prior to taking her home. “Picked her up at a bar,” Kenji mumbled. 

“What? Can you repeat that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“She was a random girl from the bar and I thought she was pretty and now she’s going to be the mother of my firstborn!” Kenji all but shouted into the phone, his stress levels rising rapidly as he paced the wooden floor of his bedroom. From the other side of the call he could hear something slam into Muramatsu’s desk, presumably his fist. 

“Give me the full story. Your team won the championship, you celebrated with drinks, you met this girl at the bar and took her home, yada yada. I know the first half now tell me the second.”

“Well, I got a call from a friend of mine. Turns out she’s a mutual friend of Yn—“

“Yn?”

“My . . . baby momma?” He clarified tentatively,hesitant to use the term. It was accurate, but friend wasn’t enough and girlfriend was too much. For now, anyway. 

His manager hummed, signaling for him to continue. “So Ami told me we need to meet immediately and I went to the cafe I suggested but it wasn’t Ami that met me it was Yn and that’s when I found out,” he said in a rush of words, not taking a single breath. 

His manager sat at his desk, stunned. “And the pictures?” He dared to ask. 

“We talked, and I told her I would be there every step of the way. Every appointment, every craving, every mood swing. All of it. I want to take responsibility and be a good dad to this baby.”

“Would she be open to pretending to be in a relationship?”

“Might not need to pretend at all. We have a date planned.”

“Good good,” his manager said. “And what if we took it a step further? If we present the two of you as a married couple, then it turns a scandal into regular celebrity gossip and your reputation—and your girl’s—is spared the judgment of having a child out of wedlock. It’s a win-win for everyone.”

Kenji positively preened at hearing you referred to as his girl. He was so taken with the thought that he agreed to Muramatsu’s proposition without even bothering to ask what you thought of it. But it wasn’t like you had a boyfriend that would object, right?

“Great!” His manager said. “I'll talk with the team and we’ll have this sorted out by nightfall. Now, let’s backtrack. You said it was Ami that called you to meet. Ami Wakita? That reporter who interviewed you?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“So let me get this straight. You knock up a girl and one of the very first people to know is a reporter, and now suddenly there’s gossip rags talking about your promiscuity?”

“We’ll talk to Ami. She’s a friend to us both and I just can’t believe she’d actually cross both of us just for a story.”

“You’re gonna give me grey hair, kid,” his manager groaned. “We'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now, but find out if she’s the leak. We’ll talk later.”

It wasn’t until he heard the click of the call ending that it sunk in what he’d agreed to. He’d made a decision all on his own without consulting you that would deeply impact your life even more than it already had been. He sat on the edge of his bed and sunk his head into his hands, groaning at him having dug himself in an even deeper hole. In the last 48 hours, you two have gone from a hookup to eventual co-parents to make-believe spouses. How was he supposed to explain this to you?

The buzzing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. He checked the screen to see a message from you and swiftly unlocked his phone. 

yn: are you free later? ami wants the three of us to talk

yea, where at?

yn: her place for lunch? around noon?

sounds good. just got off the phone with my

PR manager. he’s working on damage

control but it will require some acting on

our part 

yn: ???

i’ll explain when i see you later

see you soon :)

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