#I would never short them of having that comfort

[alessiathepirate]

Squid Game

SMILE FOR ME: Hwang In-ho/Frontman/Oh Young-il x fem!reader

Summary: Manipulation - that was his greatest weapon...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, referenced PTSD and/or trauma, emotional manipulation, referenced death, referenced betrayal, heavily implied obsession, (Gi-hun and reader are besties, since the writer aka me loves him too much to not baby him)

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She doesn't smile anymore...

That was In-ho's first thought when he met her in person for the first time.

And oddly enough - since he played a pretty big part in the cause of that - he really missed that: her smile.

There used to be something about it - something special.

In-ho had watched and sat through his fair share of games; and during those every player's positivity, hope and smile disappeared after the very first game. They acknowledged the consequences of failure - and accepted the fact that there's nothing they could possibly do about it. Even if they found some allies or friends, they never smiled again. Not really. Only with those false, fake ones.

But not her.

They were different - her and Gi-hun, especially.

Even after red light, green light; after the dalgona; after the tug of war -- they still smiled, especially with each other. They sat down to eat with their group and they shared stories, the old and fun ones, and those could make their teammates chuckle.

In reality, In-ho thought, it must've been to keep themselves and the others calm. To give them a false sense of security and hope.

In-ho couldn't exactly say when was the exact time she stopped smiling. The marble game; player 067's death or player 218's betrayal... It didn't really matter - the when. What mattered was the fact that she changed - and In-ho didn't like, even though he should've.

There was still a small shine in her eyes whenever she talked to Gi-hun and Gi-hun alone, but it wasn't the same...

It wasn't the same at all.

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"Gi-hun..." her voice made In-ho turn slightly, as quietly as possible, so he could watch their interaction play out. "I'll take over. You need to get some sleep."

In-ho watched as she sat down next to Gi-hun, her thigh pushing his, so he would get a move on. During moments like these, she almost looked like the old her -- cheery and playful; still, it was only almost.

"You don't have to. I'll keep watch, I'm not tired anyway. You can go back to sleep."

She pushed his thigh again; and even though her lips didn't curl upwards into a smile, her eyes seemed happy.

"You are still a terrible liar, Seong Gi-hun..." her hands pushed his chest, so he would move. "Now go before I make you."

Gi-hun reacted the same way she did - he didn't smile, but the muscles around his eyes softened. He seemed calm, almost safe as he looked at her.

"Promise me you'll wake me if anything happens."

Her lips twitched.

"I promise." she punched his shoulder playfully. "Now go."

Gi-hun got up painfully slowly, as if to give her time to change her mind, and then did what she said. He lied down, pulled the covers over himself and after a few moments, he closed his eyes.

In-ho watched her for a while. He witnessed how all the tension and stress disappeared from her shoulders when she thought no one was watching. He saw how she let the sadness she was truly feeling appear on her face.

She seemed oddly calm.

In-ho let the minutes go by, he waited patiently until he was sure no one else was awake; and then he walked up to her, letting her shake in fear from the sudden presence behind her.

"Young-il." she whispered as she let out a long breath. "You scared me."

"My apologies." he said, almost frowning at how she immediatelly went back into her protective shell - she didn't feel comfortable around him, unlike the others, and In-ho didn't like that at all. "Would you mind some company? I can't sleep, we might as well keep watch together."

She looked up at him, clearly contemplating what she should say.

"Be my guest." she said in the end.

He sat down next to her, and watched as she pulled her feet further away from him. Silence began to set in - but In-ho wouldn't let it win. This was the first time he found a chance to talk to her alone, and he wouldn't waste it.

"You and Gi-hun seem to be close."

She turned to look at him in the darkness as if she could figure out his real intentions.

"We are." she said. "I've known him for years. I don't understand how it affects you though."

In-ho almost smiled at the accusatory tone.

"I'm just making conversation." he said, trying to sound kind. "And I noticed that you only talk to him and no one else."

She seemed irritated - ready to curse him out, to tell him to shut up or wake Gi-hun up, so he could come to her rescue.

In the end she just scoffed.

"I don't have much to talk about these days."

"Or smile about." In-ho added and this time he let himself smile at the look on her face. He might as well test her - her and her trust, the holes on her shell. "You seemed ready to sacrifice yourself - during the first game. The same goes for Gi-hun." he tilted his head slightly. "I think I just don't understand what you're doing here. You won the previous game. You have all that money to spend... Yet you two are here; and you seem unhappy."

She swallowed and then took a deep breath. She didn't know what she should say and how she should say it. She was completely at his curiousity's mercy, which didn't seem to have a filter - and she couldn't find the right words for an answer.

In-ho's lips curled upwards and he chuckled before she could come up with an answer. His laugh confused her even more.

"I'm sorry." he continued. "You just don't seem to trust me very much."

She pointed at his jacket's number without hesitation, then at the 'O' sign - the sign what previously had been 'X'. She looked him in the eyes before answering.

"The last 001 I trusted turned out to be a liar and an asshole." she pulled her legs up and hugged her knees to her chest. "So I apologize for not trusting you. Besides, your name is Young-il and you are player 001?" she scoffed. "Either the guards have a great sense of humor and they gave you that number, or you're a bad guy with zero creativity."

In-ho wanted to laugh. Really laugh. Even though her trust-issues made her unable to have fun, they made her more fun.

What would be the right reaction? Half a chuckle maybe, plus a small smile.

Then, In-ho waited. He waited for her facade to break - and it did. Because even though she changed, she still had characteristics every human had -- well, most had --: regret.

He waited for her too feel remorse. He waited until she was drowning in it for being too harsh. He waited and didn't say anything.

"That big pile of bloody cash is in a motel room." she said suddenly as she continued to hug her knees.

"What?"

"You wanted to know about the money. Well, it's in a dimly lit motel room." she explained.

In-ho chuckled. "Really?"

"Yeah." she nodded, but this time there was something about her expression: as if she just admitted to herself that the picture of a fortune in a motel room is oddly funny. "As for the sacrifice part - there's nothing wrong with helping others."

"I'm not saying there is." In-ho explained. "It's just that most people in here are selfish. They would choose to save themselves instead of others." he stayed quiet for a while, letting his words sink in. "But you and Gi-hun still choose to save them. All of them."

She tilted her head.

"I asked myself if I'd like to be a rich murderer or a dead person who chose to save others." she said, her tone turning sad. "I chose the latter." In-ho's lips twitched from trying not to smile, when he noticed that she stretched her legs, no longer being careful around him. "I guess I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was to ever cause someone's death. Besides, everyone here has someone to go back home to; I don't. Gi-hun's here and my only other friend isn't even really my friend." she shrugged. "So then why not help?"

Her knee almost touched his.

Trust. That was what he wanted.

"People who think they don't matter are the ones who matter the most." In-ho looked at her. "Are you sure that playing hero is the best decision you can make?"

She shook her head. "What do you mean?"

In-ho let out a fake chuckle.

"You have people who love you, who think you are important. I'm sure of it." he leaned forward. "And heroes, even if they succeed in the end, don't usually have an easy journey. There are losses - and consequences."

"You think I don't know that?" she started to get angry again. "What do you know about loss?"

"Everything. Sadly." he sounded more honest than he intended to be - and she noticed it too.

Regret. What a beautiful human emotion.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry." she said as she looked at him with remorse in her eyes - her body language showed no fear or protection. She gave up, she showed him the real her. "I didn't know."

"No need. You couldn't have known." he gave her a weak smile - he showed weakness so she would do it too. "Although when I sat down I thought we would speak about something more... fun."

The muscles in her cheeks twitched and In-ho knew she was so close to smiling, yet she held it back.

She looked around the room, looked at the beds and the people who were sleeping in them. In-ho followed her gaze.

"Well then..." she began, not yet knowing what she'd say in the end. "You are a good fighter. I mean you beat up two guys without even lifting a finger." the compliment sounded nice coming from her. "Police or military?"

In-ho wanted to grin.

"Good deduction. Both, actually. And thank you."

"I have a friend who's a cop. Well, I don't really know if he is my friend, but he seems nice regardless." she intertwined her fingers. "Next time I see him, if I see him at all; I'll have to ask him if he knows some... ancient martial arts too."

He just chuckled.

"Who knows... He might surprise you."

They stared into the darkness for a second, since one of the other players started to move around. In the end it turned out to be just a woman, who was having a nightmare - she soon sat up in bed while breathing heavily.

"If we're talking about skills..." In-ho began, so he could get her attention once again. "You are surprisingly good at ddakji."

Her lips twitched and he knew he wasn't too far from getting that smile.

"Yeah, I am." she admitted. "I'm much better than Gi-hun at the very least. You should've seen him playing against that recruiter guy. He was horrible! Absolutely horrible!"

"And you?"

"I beat him almost always. He must've been... quite annoyed."

Suddenly her lips curled upwards into an honest, teasing smile. The muscles under her eyes twitched, as if they have forgotten how to act during a smile.

In-ho found himself smiling too. It was like going back in time and seeing her old self.

Sure, this smile wasn't that pure and innocent, but it was a start. A pretty good start.

"You know, Young-il, I wish I could say the same, but you were God-awful at paengi chigi..." she giggled and pushed her fist against her teeth to not be too loud.

"Yeah, I was. It's not one of my proudest moments."

She continued to laugh and by the look on her face she herself couldn't tell what was so funny. But once she started to giggle there was no going back - years or surpressed emotions came running out as small wrinkles of joy appeared on her face.

In-ho joined her and as the final test, he put his hand on her knee, then he leaned in.

"Quiet, you'll wake up the others..." he said through a small laugh.

She let his hand rest on her leg as she tried to quiet down.

"I'm sorry. I don't even know what's so funny - but damn I needed this."

Got you, he thought as she leaned back, resting her bodyweight on her hands, while letting his touch linger.

Despite everything, all that change, she was still the same person with the same weak points on her shell. In-ho knew them all - he had watched her play her very first game.

"I missed your smile..." the sentence rolled off his tounge before he could've stopped himself.

She giggled, not noticing the major give-away on his perfect mask.

"Careful..." she warned him and for a moment In-ho thought she put the small inconsistencies together -- but then she continued: "I might think you're flirting with me."

"I wouldn't even dream of it." he said; realizing she let her vigilance leave her completely with a grin.

"Good." she sighed. "Now tell me, is there anything else you absolutely suck at?"

In the end In-ho got what he wanted - he always does. Trust, honesty - smiles... It didn't matter.

He had her on the hook too, her and everyone else, and there was no amount of doubt what would be able to ruin his perfectly painted picture about himself and the situation.

Doubt. He could use it against them.

That's what he does best after all.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat Reader

Notes: this is part 9 to lucid dreams.

Warnings ⚠️: child neglect.

As you step through the blue portal memories of your life that lead up to this exact moment ,flash through your mind.

Some memories good....like when you first met Jason or when you had gotten taller then your mother.

And some memories bad... like when your mother forgot your birthday... or when your grandmother died...

Each memory more painfulthen the last. And for a moment you begin wondering if you even had good memories from gotham.

But you do.... and each good memory has one thing in common.

Jason.

Your jason the one who stood by you through everything..

The jason who used to cry thinking you'd leave him. Just like his mother.

The jason who'd you comfort and not only promise but pinky promise that you'd never leave him.

The same jason who you left in tears.

Your jason.

Your brother.

Jason what was kept you alive. Or atleast that's what it felt like. Every milestone every journey jason was there.... and now he wasn't.

Not because he didn't want to be. But because you left him. This is a choice you made.

A choice you'll have to live with.

So you push your guilt and regret away as your feet finally touch the ground of the place you left so many years ago.

The soft snow crunches under your shoes and it's cold. No, it's freezing. It always is here.

Any normal person would probably freeze but your body is quick to adjust to the weather. You were born here this is natural to you.

The cold never really bothered you anyway do to your fire abilities.

Standing right infront of you is two men. Your father's soldiers no doubt. They were his symbol of the dragon across their chest.

Their tall and old. But you can tell their strong. But you suppose they have to be strong.

Because this world isn't kind to anything weak.

The have four horses with them. Two for you and Kion and two for them. Kion pulls you with him towards them as he walks. They bow out of respect.

"Welcome princess." They say in sync.

Princess....it's been so long since you've been called that. And truthfully you don't want that title but it's yours to bare. So you nod your head.

Kion helps you as you get onto the horse. It's a big horse and the color is a perfect black. It's a far nicer horse then what the two other soldiers will be riding.

Once Kion sees your safely on the horse he gets on his. Kion leads the way and your horse follows in suit.

As if your horse wasn't even listening to you but to Kion. Kions horse slows down so that your horse matches its pace perfectly.

Riding side by side ,kion begins speaking. "You made the right decision sister..this is where you belong. This is your home." He says.

And glancing around the snowy forest and tall trees you feel like he's right....this is where you belong. This is your home.

You ride your horse in silence for a few minutes taking in his words and their truth. 

    "This is my home...." You repeat quietly testing the words on your tongue..... but you can't help but miss what you left behind... No, you miss who you left behind.

    And like he always does Kion senses your distress.

"Regret weighs down the mind ,sister....Don't regret what's already done. It's pointless." Kion says and his words are true. But they still don't help.

     "You sound like father." You say because you know that's where he got it from.

      

     "Father, is wise sister... you should take what he says seriously. " he says with a stern voice. He obviously didn't understand that you were trying to make a joke. But Jason would've.......

   "I always do. " You say quietly. The pit of regret in your stomach growing.

          "Father won't be there to welcome you when we arrive..... he's out on a short trip...he'll be back by morning." He assured almost ashamed that your father won't be there.

    You smile sheepishly knowing the reason.

       "He didn't think I would come?" You question already knowing the answer.

   

  "It's been years sister...he didn't doubt you.. he just doubted what your mother could've made you into." Kion says and by the way he says it you can tell. He believed the same thing.

      "My mother didn't turn me into anything." You say and the atmosphere gets so tense that even the horses under you can feel it.

     One soldiers behind you speak up trying to ease the tension.  "Your brother means no disrespect princess...but everyone's glad to know that your loyalty lays with us." One says. But you stay silent still angry with kions words.

Did everyone here think you're a toy? Or clay that could be molded into anything?

You sigh knowing that that's what they probably think. Because here it's common...

Here it's common for your parents to decide exactly what kind of person you become.

      "Make no mistake the princesses loyalty lays with her kin." Kion says almost possessively and your hands clench the ranes of the horse.

     "Of course my prince." The soldiers say and you can tell their scared. Their scared of your brother.

Because of what he is. Who he is....did they fear you just the same? You ask yourself.

The ride to your village is quiet other then the sound of your horses hooves walking.

It's snowing lightly casting a beautiful scenery if only the silence wasn't so tense.....

After a while of riding your horse into the snowy forest you're greeted with the walls that you were raised in...

The walls that you had once escaped. And now you welcome them....?

It's a strange feeling. Somethings have changed. You've changed. You've matured.

Grown mentally and physically.

Your no longer the small girl who'd your mentors hit when you'd make a mistake.

No, now. Your strong. And much likely stronger then any of your past mentors.

The walls around your village are tall. And you can't help but feel like there trapping you in as the big gate closes behind you.

The people in your village both old and young are formed into a line in both sides of the path that leads straight toward the palace.

The all bow as you pass them on your horse. You look at them studying each one of them as your ride your horse passes them.

Your peoples eyes watch you. Study you right back. Taking in every little detail about you.

Your clan was nothing if not observant.

You can see there already whispering things about. But you don't care anymore if it's good or bad. Or maybe....deep down you do.

"This is your home sister... your legacy." Kion say and his chin is held high as you both ride your horses through the path.

Like a prince.

He is a prince.

.....he's wrong. This is his legacy.....not yours.

Where do you belong?

'Regret weighs down the mind...don't regret something you can't change.' Kions words stick to you. They always will....

The moon shine brightly tonight and it's rays hit the palace peaceful eliminating the beauty of this place.

Mounting off of your horse with ease. You sigh. And walk up the stairs of the tall ancient palace.

It's been so long since last walked the halls...but you remember each one.

The colors on the walls haven't faded...and the walls carry something deeper than color.

Memories...they carry memories.

Most of fighting, learning or rare occasions you'd take a walk with your father.

"Dinner is being prepared..." kion says as you walk through the halls.

"I'm not hungry" You say and you continue walking through the halls of the palace ignoring kions protest for you to eat.

Eventually you do reach the place you've been dying to see.... your room.

It's smaller then you remember and all of your stuff sits untouched. Almost as if you left it yesterday. But no, you left it years ago....

It's been cleaned there's not a spot of dust to be seen. But everything in perfect place.

Your pencil lays on your desk and so does your old school work. Some of your drawings lay on the desk too.

All memories you thought you forgot about. You sit on the big bed. Because despite your small room it still had a big bed.

You were royalty after all.

This bed is way softer then the small bed you had in gotham. It doesn't creak and it's springs aren't broken.

And spriseingly it's warm...

Laying down on the soft bed kion sighs. And finally moves away from the door frame.

"This room isn't big enough for you. I'll have you a room prepared." He says turning away but he stops as he hears your protest.

"I like this room....I'll stay in this room."

"I'm not asking sister." He says defensively almost like it pains him to see you in a room that isn't to his taste.

Because it does.

"Neither was I." Your voice is calm as you lay on your bed. But he knows you won't back down.

So he sighs and decides to let it go.

"As you wish...are you certain you aren't hungry?" He asks and you can tell he's still disappointed that you willing want to stay in this room.

But his concern out ways his disappointment.

"Positive." You reply. Not missing a beat.

"Alright then...goodnight sister.." He mumbles quietly.

"Goodnight Kion..." You say quietly deep in your thoughts.

But you catch how he stays for a moment longer wanting you to say something else.

Something more.

So you speak up quietly but Kion catches your words.

Because he's been dying to hear them.

"I love you brother...." Your voice is no louder then a whisper and you almost think he doesn't hear them.

But when you sit up to see him he smiles.... and quickly wipes his eyes..

He's crying..because you said you loved him?

You had honestly said those words out of pressure. But you can tell how much they mean to him.

To you he was crying because you had said you loved him. But to him you had not only said you loved him.

But you called him your brother...

Your brother.

You had never called him that. Never.

Always Kion. Never brother.

Despite his tears you can see he's happy. It's as of the weight he's been carrying has finally been lifted.

And your about to stand up to hug him. And it probably would've been an awkward hug like before.

But before you can even stand up Kion speaks up.

"I love you too ,sister.......very much." His voice is small... and tender. Kind of like him.

He's walks away before you can stand.

You can't see him but he's smiling like an absolute idiot. But he doesn't care...because you love him.

You actually love him.

Him.

He's your brother. Not jason.

You lay back down on your bed drifting between sleep and worry. You feel uncomfortable on your bed.

It feels almost like it's not yours. But it is...

Many worries cloud your mind as you remain laying down. Each worse then the last.

What if your father dislikes you? No, he wants you here..he needs to here... right?

What if he's disappointed in your fighting abilities? No, your strong. You know pretty much everything...right?

What if you stutter when you see him. You know how much he hated when you used to stutter out of fear.

No, your diffrent now....stronger...right?

You know deep down these worries are useless think about. But you can't help yourself.

Tomorrow you'd see the man you ran away from. So many years ago.

Soon enough your mind does eventually give into sleep......tomorrow you'd see someone that you've tried to pretend that you've hated for so long...the man who you've seen in the mirror all your life.

The man who raised you. Made you.

The man that despite your past you care for deeply.. you love deeply...... your father...

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[bunny-jpeg]

a side of fries

toto wolff

tags: smut/fluff, food (mcdonalds), age gap (26/52), pregnancy, pregnant!reader, gentle sex, sweet & spicy fic, cowgirl position, domestic

it was ten at night on a friday. and most women your age were probably at a bar or some club, they were dancing the night away in uncomfortable heels and short dresses. the loud thump of the bass and the endless drinks.

you could even hear them walking and chatting past your apartment in monaco. but you weren't a club go-er, not since your met toto. and not since you got pregnant.

you were half of toto's age almost to a t, twenty six while he was fifty-two. you both made quite the pair, but you loved him so deeply. you loved in a way that you never felt for anyone else. he was unlike any other man you had ever met.

you actually were the girlfriend of a young engineer and at a race in your home country, you ran into and met toto. while it was an honour to meet someone like him. it wouldn't come till after you and your boyfriend broke up that toto would come back into your life.

"you don't have to." you played with the bracelet around your wrist as you stood outside the expensive restaurant in monaco. he flew you out for the weekend, he told you that he wanted you to go on a real date.

he simply held your lower back and smiled down at you, "i want to, you are not making me do anything i don't want to do, meine prinzessin." then leaned in a little, "may i kiss you?" and that was when you knew that you were in love with toto.

and in turn he loved you more than the stars that dotted the sky.

it was ten at night, toto had been busy in the home office with work for the next leg of the season. he only had a month with you before he was back in different parts of the world. thankfully, you were able to join him for the dutch and italian grand prix.

he was comfortable being on the couch next to you, you tucked into his side. you wore one of his quarter zip sweaters that was loose enough on you to be comfortable. toto had an arm around you while you watched a movie on the television. it wasn't anything too difficult, toto had mentioned earlier that day that he had never seen those "animated spiderman movies" when he caught you looking at baby onesies online. you had your eye on a little spiderman one.

now you were snuggled up as you watched spider-man: into the spider-verse. and while you loved the movie, there was something else on your mind. you leaned up and kissed your lover on the jaw.

"toto." you said softly.

"yes, liebste." he asked as he pulled you a little closer to kiss the top of your head. he then looked at your face and asked, "what are you thinking about?"

"i'm hungry." you rested your chin up against him. you looked at him, "i want mcdonalds."

toto made a slight face before he ran his fingers through your hair, "darling." he said, "you know that isn't healthy for you or the baby." you only pouted further.

"but me and the peanut want it."

toto chuckled, affected by your puppy-dog eyes. he was glad that he married his weak spot. he moved his hand to your middle and rubbed it, the rounded belly you had. he said, "my sweetheart, please. we have food at home."

you pouted, "please... please!"

before toto knew it, he had a pair of proper pants on and a cleaner t-shirt. you were in maternity shorts and one of his t-shirts. he had sneakers on while you were wearing flip flops. toto thought you were beautiful. you were his weakness, he hoped that you didn't make a habit of weaponizing your puppy-dog eyes to get junk food.

you both went down to the car and soon were headed towards the fast-food place. it was odd, in a city with so much food and culture. you wanted greasy fast food. his hand was on your thigh as he rubbed the partially exposed skin.

toto entered the restaurant with you, his hand on your lower back. you went to the self ordering station and he stayed close to you. you looked at him and asked, "do you want anything?"

he raised his eyebrows at you and you tilted your head towards the screen.

he chuckled, "i don't think it'll agree with my stomach at this age... and if you're getting a soft drink, please get something with no sugar. i don't need the doctor giving you or me a hard time because of your sweet tooth."

you ordered a cheeseburger, a large (diet) coke, and a side of fries. you could already taste the grease on your tongue. toto thought it was adorable, how excited you were. how excited you were.

he remained close to you, a protective hand at your waist as you both waited for your food. he looked down at you and asked, "are you alright, liebste?"

you nodded and replied in what little german you knew, "mir geht es großartig." you stumbled over the last part a little and toto beamed at you. obviously the child you were having together was going to be multi-lingual but you didn't want to miss out on their conversations in german. so you've been trying to learn.

he rubbed your back a little bit and you had a hand at your swollen middle. your number was soon called and you got closer to the counter with toto close behind like a shadow.

the employee looked at you and then toto. she looked a bit confused and you just sheepishly smiled as you took the meal. you thanked her before you shuffled out of the restaurant.

when you got in the car and put the straw in your diet coke, before you took a sip you said, "she thought we were father and daughter."

toto made a face as he got into the driver's suit. he reached over and rubbed your middle, "and here i thought that getting you pregnant would solve that problem." he leaned over and kissed you, the sharp taste of coke on his lips before he buckled himself and drove off.

back at the apartment, you happily ate your greasy food while toto played with your hair. he was impressed with you in everything you did, you were the perfect wife for him.

"happy?"

you nodded, with half of a fry sticking out of your mouth. toto leaned in and ate the other half before he kissed you. by the time you finished your meal and got rid of the garbage. he was hungry for something else. as you were partially bent over to throw out the wrappers. he draped an arm over your belly and pressed his chest up against your back.

eventually he rubbed your middle and sighed happily, "you look divine." he pressed you closer to him and kissed the side of your neck, "you carry my child so well. you're going to be an amazing mother."

just as toto couldn't deny you, you couldn't deny him. you giggled a little and turned in his grasp. you kissed him on the lips, the taste of grease still stained them. you shuddered with warmth.

when he pulled away he simply suggested, "why don't we go to bed, you must be tired." he cupped your face with his large hand and smiled.

you ended up on the bed with toto slowly pulling the shirt over your body, exposing your pregnant body to him. he placed a hand on your rounded middle and leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, you could hear him say he loved you against your skin. sex was slowly becoming a little more difficult thanks to the bump. but you'd always find ways to make do. your husband stripped you free of your clothes like a present. his hungry gaze on your swollen breasts. even giving the tender flash a kiss when he got you out of the sports bra.

your body had changed so much these last few months. all because of him, it was quite the boost to his ego. that as his age he could still father a child with such a beautiful, lovely woman. he pulled back while you sat on the bed and admired you. he licked his lips at the sight of you and felt warmth pool through his body.

you sat there naked, it was only fair that he did the same. you admired him, licked your lips hungrily as he joined in you in bed. naked as well. he was still fit for a man his age, he took care of himself. he still had enough stamina left in him to make sure his wife was taken care of. he wrapped his arms around you as he laid in bed. with you still seated upwards, it was the perfect angle for him to kiss you bare bump.

"you're such a good wife, good mother." he said lowly as his hand dipped further down until he was between your legs. his long fingers toyed with your pussy as he kissed at your swell, "from the moment i laid eyes on you, i knew you had to be mine. no one that beautiful should go without. and in return you gave me the most precious gift ever."

he pressed you closer for a moment, his nose squished against your belly. he exhaled deeply. that was why he spoiled you, as a thank you. you were giving him a child. when he pulled away, he had a hand on your hip and watched you move on top of him.

due to the pregnancy, you had to switch up the positions. and while toto loved classic missionary, having you in his lap wasn't too bad either. his hands on your belly as he eyed at you, his dark eyes pulled you in. he licked his lips as you shifted yourself on his lap. then sank down on his cock.

you whimpered a little and it was music to his ears. he loved how you sounded and it only spurred him on further to touch you. to love you. to give his wife all the affection she yearned for. you were all his, and he'd give you the world.

"how are you feeling? sick at all from the food?" he asked. during your pregnancy he wanted to make sure that you were eating well and taking care of yourself. he worried about you, work made it hard for him to be around often. but regardless, he was still weak to your puppy dog eyes.

he held your hips as you moved against him. he wanted to steady you as you pleasured the both of you. so pregnant yet working so hard. toto was a lucky man. he admired you as the pleasure coursed through his body. he asked you once more, "is the movements hurting you?" concern in his voice where the edges were tinged with lust.

"no, no, it's perfect. it's fine. nothing hurts, not even my hips." you said with pleasure seeped deep into your voice as you moved against him even more. you felt the crawl of want through your core and your cunt clenched around his achy cock. you exhaled deeply, "toto, this feels amazing." you chuckled lightly, "even better than the mcdonalds."

toto took a firmer grasp of your ass and said, "that's good to know. that my cock is better than fast food. i'd say that it doesn't add pounds on you, but.." he eyed your swollen belly, "i fear that's not the case." he relaxed a little bit as you continued to move up and down his cock.

you moaned as you held onto his short dark hair and gazed into his dark eyes. he can see the lust heavy in your gaze as you moved up and down his cock. you arched your back a little more and he placed both hands on your swollen middle.

"my wife." he groaned, "i got you all nice and pregnant. spoiled you, made you all mine. a yet you've only become more beautiful. stunning in a ways that keep me hooked to you. i need you, my darling. every inch i can have you." he panted against your warm chest, "i got you pregnant, i made you mine."

his words made your stomach flip as you continued to pleasure him. the feeling was immense, his words were like hot coals against your already heated skin. and it made your head swim with euphoric want. only toto wolff could make you feel revered and adored, but also like a slut. a whore for him to play with. even though he spoiled you in every aspect he could.

it was a duality that made you shudder as you felt the pleasure continue to mount in your core. he kissed at your chest and it made you clutch onto his hair tightly. the thumping in your chest felt faster with each buck of your hips. you were beyond excited, pleasure dripped from your core as you took his entire length.

you felt a haze in your system as you rode him. he happily let his sweet wife keep the pace. let you get to climax first. he cupped your swollen belly, the feeling of the skin under his hands made his cock twitch. even at his age he could knock up someone as beautiful as you. it didn't take much either, just a weekend in the swiss alps... or maybe it was the hotel in monza.... or the back of a cab at an after party a week later. regardless, he got your pregnant.

you tensed up around him, your cunt tightened around his cock as you held on tighter. you came around his length and continued your hot, quick movements.

you near sang his praises as you came, tensed up around him and he pulled you down for a searing kiss. he picked up the pace of his movements and fucked you feverishly till he reached his own climax. the feeling flooded his head and left little room for coherent thought. almost like a primal need to fuck you until a base part of his was satified. so he continued to move his hips once he finished inside of you.

when the clarity hit, he stopped and held your face to pepper your heated skin with kisses. he rested against you and panted heavily, "alright, alright, my treasure. my love." he held your back more tenderly before he guided you fully onto the bed and laid a protective hand at your waist.

"i love you."

"i love you too. now don't think you can always get your way by giving me sex." he playfully scolded you. he shifted himself close to your pregnant form. how warm you felt even from a small gap between you two.

you just smiled at your beloved toto and said, "oh don't worry. i'll use my powers for good." as if you hadn't been using your child to be a very spoiled mrs. wolff. <3

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Some personal Sylus hcs and hills I will die on

(This was originally meant to be a very short "Sylus hills I will die on" post but then it somehow evolved and became a long-ass list of hills and headcanons, a lot of them NSFW 🔞. Idk how that happened but it did so uhh... enjoy? Except if you are a minor, in which case, keep scrolling)

Will never cheat physically or emotionally. Period. The mere thought of being with anyone but you is both appalling and distressing to him (as per Goodcat Code, the only time we ever see him actually jealous). He's a one woman man and he's locked in for life.

King of Consent, always and forever.

He is not 6'2 are you kidding me. With those proportions? No way. He's 6'5 at minimum.

Smells absolutely divine (I mean, one of his canon hobbies is taking baths.)

Writes poetry. Actually good poetry. The man is a romantic and a yearner at heart after all, and has always had a way with words.

Dislikes cigarettes, but will occasionally smoke a cigar or two (cuz mafia boss. It's a requirement lol. And the visual is extremely hot to me for some reason. Yes, this one is indeed extremely self indulgent).

He has the habit of burying his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. It brings him more comfort than anything else in the world.

He is a vers pleasure dom. A soft gentleman dom. Your needs, your pleasure, your consent come above all else.

Hurting you in any way is a major no go. Even should you want him to in the bedroom, he won't do it. He'd never put you in any danger by his own hands. Ever. The furthest he'll go is biting (dragon instinct), the pain of which he'll immediately soothe through kissing and licking. Should you beg for it, the occasional light/safe spanking or whipping is also fine as is, again, light and safe choking if that gets you off. That is all, though. Sylus would rather chug a large tub of wasabi every hour every day for the rest of his immortal life than ever cause injury to his beloved.

Consensual non-con is similarly off the table for him. Because your consent is so massively important to him (and also a major turn on), I can't see him getting off to any scenario where he doesn't have it, even during roleplay.

While he is down to bottom, he is not a switch (bottoming ≠ subbing). Because of his past — the way his agency was brutally taken away from him at a very young age and the trauma it caused him — I believe that control is simply too crucial to him to ever truly relinquish. Losing it would probably be triggering for him. At least at present. Maybe if he were to work through his trauma he could learn to eventually hand over the reins for a while. But for now, I just can't see him fully submitting.

Has body worship, praise, size, and breeding kinks.

Girthy. Size training required.

Favorite place to have sex? Either in his/your bed or in the shower. His private office is a close second, with you either splayed over his large desk or straddling his lap in his luxurious armchair, riding him.

Loves eating you out. It's his favorite meal.

His favored position is missionary because it allows him to clearly see your gorgeous features, to observe the way they contort in pleasure, to greedily drink in the incomparably beautiful expression on your face as you come undone by him. It also has the additional advantage of giving him easy access to your lips, which he loves to claim with his own.

During lovemaking, at least one of his hands will inevitably seek yours, lacing his much larger fingers with your own, and stroking your thumb with his own calloused one. He loves the inherent intimacy of it, how your hand fits so perfectly in his, the way you clasp onto him so tightly, conveying to him your love and your trust — both of which are more valuable to him than all the precious gems in the galaxy combined.

Likes it when you are loud in bed. The ecstacy filled sounds that escape your perfect lips are like music to his ears, and he basks further in the knowledge that he is the direct cause of them. Bonus points if you moan or scream out his name, that will arouse him to the point of nearly coming undone.

Big on cock warming. The inside your warm, slick walls is his favorite place to be. He would probably stay there forever if you consented to it, and if he could only find a way to make it practical. He absolutely basks in the sensation of being so closely, so intimately, connected with you.

The Emperor of Aftercare. Sylus will hold you close and trail soft kisses all over your face and neck, whilst murmuring words of love and praise. Then he'll carry you to the bathroom where a soothing, fragrant warm bath is drawn for you. Once he's lowered you into the tub, he'll personally wash your body with gentle, loving hands. When you are both cleaned up and dressed in comfy wear, he'll procure a nourishing meal for you made from your favorite foods to help you regain your strength. Afterwards, he'll keep holding you in his strong arms for the remainder of the night/day, nuzzling you close.

Huge cuddler and snuggler. Will not let you out of his arms for even a second while in bed together. And can you blame him? He's been without you for several lifetimes, has spent countless nights (or mornings) alone in bed, your absence from his arms aching like a phantom limb. Now that he has you back, he never wants to let you go again. Your presence is as necessary to him as the air he breathes.

Whenever he wakes up before you, he will take advantage of the opportunity to admire your sleeping face. He'll ghost a finger over it, gently tracing your features with a small smile on his lips and a tender affectionate look in his eyes, his heart swelling with all that he feels for you. He can't help but sneak in a few kisses on the top of your head, as light as butterflies so as not to disturb you.

Will 100% cry at your wedding, and when holding your newborn children for the first time. He'll have silent tears streaming down his cheeks and a soft yet radiant expression on his face, making his otherwise sharp and rather stern looking features appear gentle. His bride and his babies are simply the most breathtakingly beautiful treasures Sylus' eyes have ever beheld, and his whole entire being is all but overwhelmed by the fiercest yet purest form of love, immeasurable in its quantity and intensity. Part of him honestly remains in disbelief that said treasures are his, that something this incredible is actually happening to someone like him– "a monster" he once believed incapable and undeserving of love or happiness.

Will only have daughters. In my mind he is so Girl Dad coded that he might as well be incapable of producing any sperm containing the Y chromosome.

Sylus will be the best father a girl could ever ask for. His daughters will never lack for anything, least of all love, support, or affirmation. He is the type of dad who will sing for his children, join them in their games, bake cupcakes with them, hold them in his lap as he attentively listens to them blabber on, comfort them after a nightmare, happily dress up for imaginary tea parties, go to — and if necessary participate in — dance recitals, braid their hair, let them give him makeovers etc. He fosters and encourages individuality, independence, and confidence, but also always lets them know that it's ok to cry, to fail, to ask for help, to rely on others. He is validating and reassuring, never faltering in his emotional support. They can come to him about anything without fear of being rejected or judged. He is a shoulder to cry on, and a confidant always ready to listen and to give advice as needed. From the very day of their births and throughout the entirety of their lives, Sylus will ensure that his daughters will never have even a single reason to doubt that they are the most precious treasures in the Universe to him, and that his love for them is unconditional.

[wsancho]

I actually thought about it ever since I saw this comic of yours ❤️

Short answer to your inquiry, Sabin.

The long answer you didn't ask for (yeah, I had to)

As a child Sabin got familiar with fine food.

In the mountains he ate whatever was available or would go without food maybe for days, which greatly heightens the senses of taste and smell. When he got to eat, it would be pretty plain, and without the luxury of seasoning, which sensitizes the tasting buds a lot. Mind you, the experience of "going without" for training purposes is nothing like starvation. Sabin is in a process of self-enhancing 💪🏼😉

Learned how to grow vegetables and hunt for food, so he also knows what quality ingredients look like.

Learned the right cooking techniques to extract the most nutrients from food, which he would have to be very mindful of during periods of recovery.

Quality ingredients + Proper cooking technique + Clean, elegant presentation = Gourmet Sabin would not be too fancy with presentation, but his food is the tastiest 😘👌🏼

Strago: Good seasoning. Knows recipes, ingredients and techniques that most people don't. Whatever he cooks is comforting, even if it isn't exactly comfort food.

Locke: He hates mushrooms, so I don't trust his taste 😤 Can prepare a few classic dishes really well, but is not particularly interested in trying to cook different things.

Setzer: Can cook but his food is not good. Prefers strong flavors, food is more about the sensory experience. Goes for whatever is considered fancy or expensive food (whether it tastes good or not). Often forgets to eat.

Edgar: Dangerously incompetent in the kitchen, but not intimidated by it (which makes it even worse). Likes fancy food, but never had to learn how to cook. He'll offer to clean the kitchen instead of cooking for the group. Also I read a fic where he's constantly drinking coffee like a motherfucker engineer. I like that 😁

Relm: Learned to cook her favorites really well and makes them often. Can boil an egg, but is not in charge of the cooking in her house, so she's not great, but knows how to rectify. Her food isn't bad, just kinda messy.

Terra: Cooks for survival, learned from observation and from trial and error. She'll try cooking the same dish repeatedly until she's satisfied with the outcome. Has a dangerously sweet tooth.

Celes: Does not cook unless she has to. But when she does, it's really good. She carefully sticks to the recipe, and when she tries a variation, it's not too far from the original.

Cyan: Knows the basic techniques. Food is fuel, so his priority is nutrition, not flavor. His food is as simple as it gets. Indulges on special occasions.

Shadow: Knows how to quarter any animal and how to preserve food (fermenting, salting, drying, etc). Doesn't have a demanding taste, would eat dog food if he has to. He and Interceptor often eat the same. He'll offer to go find food instead of cooking for the group.

Gogo: No signature cooking, can pass their food as anyone else's.

Mog, Umaro, Gau: Don't cook, they eat raw meat, but prefer cooked food if someone makes it.

Headcanon: the heroes take turns doing kitchen duty while they’re doing their adventures. Requests are shouted out which may or may not be within the chef’s cooking ability 🥞

Another set made from a conversation on a FB group: who in the cast is the best cook? A lot of people said Locke, Sabin, Strago, or (surprisingly) Setzer 👩‍🍳 What do you think?

More comics ’n’ stuff here (link)

[thelov3lybookworm]

I'm yours.

Summary: Upsetting interviews, but a few kisses and words can fix everything.

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Word Count: 2176

Warnings: none me thinks 😋

A/n: teehee i love this 🤭🥹

ANYWAYS, ENJOYYYY!!!🥳🥳🥳

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rhysand-thegreat

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rhysand-thegreat Didn't wanna leave the bed, but she is heartless 😔💔(jk she only saved me from a scolding from my manager 🥲) At least I could get some reps in with her 😏

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rhysandsworld-obvi Rhys that sounds so 18+ wtf 😭

rhysand-thegreat 😏😉

imjustagirl1995 i could only wish to have a man who looks that good in a shirt 🤤

getsunghoonedloser broooo i hate it when people ship him with anyone but Y/n like LOOK AT HOW IN LOVE HE IS HOW CAN ANYONE NOT SEE IT GOSH🙄 you keep ur head high Y/n and ignore those dumbasses 🥹

rhysandsworld-obvi ❣️❣️❣️

mor-theoneinred i actually just realised Y/n and Cassian have similar users. what is up with that? 🤨

nestassworld-obvi are you jealous she is my bestie and not yours? 😏

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Being married to the love of her life was the best thing in the world, sure, and there was nothing Y/n would change.

Except his profession, of course.

It was not that Y/n wanted Rhysand to stop acting. She was proud of his talent. But watching everyone say how good he looked with his fellow actresses got on Y/n’s nerves sometimes.

Not always, but on her bad days, she wished she could keep her husband away.

The day had started off pretty normal. She had woken up, walked downstairs to find her husband eating dinner by himself. It was unusual but nothing out of the ordinary. Rhysand usually refused to eat unless she was eating with him, but on days he had an early interview or a long day scheduled, he was forced to.

She had seen him off, then set to cleaning up and showering. She hadn’t wanted to get dressed up as she wanted to be comfortable, so she pulled on her husband’s loose t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. She had spent the day doing mostly nothing, reading and scrolling on apps.

It was during her scrolling session that she came across a short video edit of her husband and his newest co-worker and also the one most shipped with him, Clair Smith.

Their recent movie had skyrocketed in fame after the insane chemistry between the two, and while Y/n rarely ever got jealous of actresses her husband worked with, the tension between them made even her wonder if there was something going on.

She never doubted his love, of course, but the way Clair looked at him made her blood boil.

After watching the edit for a minute, she sighed and exited the app, deciding to watch some long videos to calm down. Settling more comfortably on the plush couch, Y/n looked to her side and reached out to grab the soft grey velvet throw lying on the back of the couch, draping it around herself before leaning back into the armrest.

She scrolled for a moment, trying to find a video to keep her entertained until her husband returned. It was mostly book reviews, food recipes, podcasts and interviews her husband did. That was all that filled her feed usually.

But then a video caught her eye.

It was an interview Rhysand had talked about weeks ago, the lie detector test with him and his love interest in the movie.

Y/n stared at it for a moment, knowing she should scroll away and watch something that would shift her mind away from everyone who thought Clair was better suited to be with her husband. She told herself she could always watch it tomorrow, when her mind was more at peace. When she wasn’t feeling down.

But she also wanted to watch it, and she wanted to watch it now.

Whatever.

She clicked on the video, pulling the throw tighter around herself. The sun was beginning to go down, casting long fingers of gold and orange clawing at the walls. Almost like her own conscious screaming at her to not watch the video.

Rhys wore the red shirt Y/n always insisted he looked the best in. She could remember the morning he had gone for this particular interview. He had snuggled closer to her in bed, groaning and whining like a baby about how he didn’t want to go, that he was too comfortable and wanted to sleep more.

She had poked his side, then kissed his nose and told him he needed to wake up, or his manager would kill him.

As the video began, only two chairs were in the frame. They were set too close together for Y/n’s comfort, but she watched on as Clair walked in and Rhys followed. Clair settled down, smiling at the interviewer, but Rhys grabbed the arms of the chair and moved it a bit away from Clair’s. She looked up at Rhys, lips parted midway through her sentence, then she turned away again, any and all confusion wiped from her face. Rhys only sat down once there was enough space between the two, then turned to the interviewer too.

Y/n felt her lips quirking at the corners at the gesture alone as the interview progressed. It all went well, with questions about working on set and the movie’s plot, the hardships and characters. But then the interviewer decided to question them on their personal lives.

"So, what are your plans for the future with Clair? Fans- and even me- are very interested to see how you two progress." The woman laughed, smirking lightly as Clair giggled and looked towards Rhysand.

Y/n paused the video, feeling her blood boil in her veins, and exited the video, pausing to read some comments, as one would do. Most of them were about Rhys and his co-star’s chemistry, how they went so well together and fans wishing they were together. But quite a few also added timestamps of the question Y/n had stopped at, writing in all caps and bold letters about how Rhys looked so in love when talking about ‘her’, that Y/n assumed it was Clair.

It irked her more than it should have. But maybe it was just a bad day.

She was used to these things, but no one went so far as to wish Rhys was together with his co-stars.

"Honey! I’m home."

Y/n jumped, realising the living room was completely dark, the sun having gone down. She cursed under her breath as she hurried to stand, pausing for a moment to let her legs get accustomed to the sudden movement before walking out to greet her husband.

"Hey." She mumbled, tugging the throw tighter around her as she watched him bend down to unlace his shoes.

He smiled at her, lifting his head. "How was your day, darling?"

Y/n shrugged. "Good, I guess. What about you?"

He sighed, groaning as he straightened. "It was good, but I am so tired. I had three interviews today."

Y/n tried to smile, her mind still stuck on the way Clair had stared at him. He didn’t seem to notice the grimace on her face as he went into the kitchen, turning on the lights as he went.

"Oh?" She mumbled.

He nodded. "They kept talking. Then there were technical difficulties at the second interview, so we were running late for the third one."

Y/n hummed along, hearing but not listening. But she had lost all capacity to hear anything except the same words repeated in her ear spoken by the interviewer.

What are your plans with Clair?

Y/n blinked when she felt a touch on her arm, watching as Rhys’s fingers cleared into her view.

"Darling? You okay?"

Y/n inhaled, lifting her chin and meeting his eyes. "Yeah, of course. What were you saying?"

He looked unconvinced, and Y/n cursed herself. Even she herself heard the uncertainty in her voice.

But for her benefit, he kept speaking. "Did you watch the interview that came out this morning?"

His voice had a note of excitement in it, like a child who couldn’t control his urge to show off his new favourite toy.

It annoyed Y/n.

"Yes." She snapped.

His smile faded, brows furrowing. "Okay, you need to tell me what’s wrong right now. Did something happen?"

Y/n huffed, feeling guilty for yelling at him.

"It- it’s nothing, just a bad mood. I’m sorry."

She felt him move in closer, his steps silent as he reached out to hold both her arms and tugged her closer. Y/n peered up at him, her cheeks turning red.

"Tell me, love. Did someone say something?"

She sighed. "I just- I’m tired of watching everyone act like you aren’t married." Confusion took over his eyes, but he said nothing. Instead, he effortlessly lifted her onto the kitchen counter before slotting himself between her legs, his full attention on her. "I was scrolling, and I kept seeing so many edits of you and… and her."

He cocked his head. "Clair?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yes. And then I watched the interview, and everyone kept insisting they wished you two were together. Even the interviewer seemed intent on it."

She played with the buttons on his shirt as she spoke. She could practically feel his slight smile as he opened his mouth to speak, making her pout.

"Love, you know I only love you."

She glared at him. "You better, or I will kill you."

He smirked. "Kinky, but I like it."

She shoved his shoulder. "I’m not joking. I will kill you."

He leaned in, his smirk unwavering. "Neither am I, sweetheart."

She gave him a look. "I’m concerned for you."

He shrugged. "I find anything you do attractive, sweetheart. You shouldn’t be surprised anymore, I think."

Y/n grabbed his collar, staring deep into his eyes even as blood rushed to her neck. "You’re mine."

Rhys tightened his grip on her waist, placing a soft kiss to her neck. "I am yours."

She hummed, snuggling into the junction between his shoulder and neck. "I love you."

"I love you too, my love." He paused. "Did you watch the full interview?"

Immediately, her mood soured again. "No. I saw someone talking about the question about your future plans with her, and I closed it."

He pulled away and took his phone out of his pocket, tapping away without a word before placing the device in her hand. "Watch."

Y/n did not want to, but she remained quiet, taking his hand in hers.

"So, what are your plans for the future with Clair? Fans- and even me- are very interested to see how you two progress."

Rhys’s smile vanished, replaced by a cold look. "What do you mean by that? Why would I have any plans with her?"

The interviewer looked like she knew she had messed up. "I was just asking what the fans were curious about…"

Rhys raised a brow, turning to stare directly into the camera. "It is very well known that I am married and in love with my wife," his eyes softened at the mention of Y/n, making her belly flutter. "I have no plans for the future with anyone except her. I’d be extremely happy if everyone stopped acting like she doesn’t exist and wishing I was dating someone else, no matter how much onscreen chemistry we share."

Y/n realised the comments talking about how in love he looked were not about Rhys talking about Clair, but her.

Oh.

Oh.

"Forgive me for asking-"

"That’s fine, but remember it the next time before implying I have anything but acquaintance relations with my co-stars."

The woman nodded, and Y/n watched as Clair looked away from Rhys.

It was clear to anyone that she probably had a slight crush on him, and Y/n couldn’t blame her. He was just that charming and loveable, it was hard not to like him. She glanced up at him, pausing the video. Guilt festered in her chest once more, and he smiled.

"I’m sorry Rhysie-"

He lifted his hand to her jaw, pulling her face down to place a kiss to her forehead. "None of that. I know it can get hard sometimes, considering how the fans insist I am in a relationship outside of you, but you know I would never do that to you."

He let silence settle in for a moment, then- "I was going to ask you to come with me to the red carpets next week. You will come with me, right? I wanna show everyone what they see on screen is nothing compared to what real love looks like."

She nodded, giggling. "I love you."

"I love you too, darling."

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rhysandsworld-obvi

rhysandsworld-obvi was havin a bad day, then he came home and we got takeout to rot in bed 😋

rhysand-thegreat all my favourite things in one post😍

rhysandsworld-obvi ur so dramatic 🤭🥹

rhysand-thegreat only for you😏😉

getsunghoonedloser the only reason i still use this damn app is to see their posts and comments thirsting over each other lol

thebiggestpookiee loll same 🥹😂

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Hi! I really love your work a lot! I wanted to request lestappen x autistic male reader who is a race engineer. But used to drive carts and a team is short a test driver so y/n is forced to test the car and crashes and gets a sensory overload and Lestappen is right there to comfort him?

yes! i can absolutely do this!

max verstappen x autistic!male!reader x charles leclerc

synopsis: you only drove an f1 car a handful times, and even then it was too much for you. crashing is ten times worse

author's note: this is basically based on how i am when i get a sensory overload so i apologize if it isn't how you pictured it or how any of you handle it. this is just based off my experience. as always, feel free to keep requesting!

you usually only worked as an aston martin race engineer for fernando

sometimes you would be a test/reserve driver but that was really rare

in reality, it was way too much for you to drive the car without panicking

luckily for you, you didn't have to swap places with one of the drivers all that often

plus you had amazing boyfriends that supported you and knew exactly how to help you when it came to overstimulation or overwhelming situations

which also included the high intensity that came with testing out an f1 car

so, when aston martin was short one test driver, they looked to you

you don't even know how you ended up in the car

but you did

you were used to being outside, helping to lead fernando and keeping him updated

now there was someone talking in your ear on top of the very overwhelming sound of the engine and the fast speeds

it was a lot for you

you could feel it happening before you even spun out

you were starting to panic which never eneded up good

you tried to think back to what your therapist had helped you learn and how charles and max help you but nothing was coming

it was all getting to the point where you jerked the wheel and hit a wall

you came out fine, just with some minor bruises

but you were so overwhelmed that you had to immediately find your boyfriends

even that proved to be difficult

so you sat in your garage, trying hard not to breakdown

no one could come near you without scaring you or making it worse

not until someone found max, who then brought charles

once they were in to come calm you down, you basically jumped onto them

they had brought your comfort item (toy, stuffed animal, etc.)

which you immediately grabbed to help calm yourself down

they were saying sweet little comments that help to calm you down always

it took a while to soothe you but they were there for you through it all

they hugged you when it was okay to touch you again

they rubbed your back in case you didn't want to be hugged

they made sure you weren't in a load or busy environment

and they let you take you time when you wanted to or could talk again

they just wanted to make sure you were okay

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[jaredpadonlyyyy]

𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝙈𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝘿

• 𝙉𝙊 𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏

• 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙉𝙄 𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙔𝙊𝙐

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙂𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙄𝙂𝙃, 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙀𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙉𝘼𝙆𝙀𝘿

You and JJ were hanging out at the chateau, it was one of those days were you wanted to leave home because your dad was drunk and you knew what was coming, you couldn’t handle seeing how he would treat your mother, and how after she would get so drugged out, that he would continue onto your little brother, but you would always take his place. So before it could happen, you packed a bag for him and yourself and took him to your grandparents house and left him there with them. Told him that you will be back in a few days as he still didn’t understand what was going on. Since he was four years old still.

John B was at work, so the chateau was alone at the moment. John B always lets you stay and his dad had even given you your own room from when you wanted to escape your home. Currently you and JJ were passing a joint between the two of you both of your with your legs up on the walls as you laid on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as the light of the day shines inside the room. “You okay?” JJ asked after a while. Since you didn’t talk at all since you had gotten to the chateau. You sigh as your eyes got watery and you looked over at the blonde boy you’ve been in love with since the fourth grade, it was when you met him

You shook your head but you looked away trying to hold back your tears. “Honestly, I’ll never be okay.” You told him. JJ always understood her home situation as he’s gone through it with his own father as well. So they both had found comfort in each other. It was either between smoking weed and have sex, or just have sex or just smoke weed. You knew he didn’t like you that way, but as long as you felt what it’s like to be loved by him, touched by him, you didn’t mind. Love wasn’t in your mind as all you were worried about, was what were you and your baby brother were going to eat that day. The money that your father makes, always goes onto drugs and a lot of alcohol. You were in charge of paying the rent on time, the bills weren’t sometimes paid because it was not enough money. So you would shower at either the chateau or at your grandparents house or at Kie’s

“Yeah, I get it.” He said as you both looked at each other. He passed you the joint as you sat up and you took off your cropped top letting your breast come out. “What are you doing?” JJ asked you as you took a hit of the joint. His blue eyes falling onto your pink hard nipples. “Let’s get naked.” You told him as you stood up on the bed and wiggled out of your sleeping shorts, leaving you completely naked in front of JJ.

You’ve both have seen each other naked. Since it wasn’t the first time having sex with each other. JJ’s eyes wonder lower to your pussy and he felt himself twitching inside his swim trunks. Since you worked out, you had the perfect tight little body, fit, small. “Come on, it feels good being naked.” You told him as you sat back down on the bed, bringing your legs up to your chest as you passed him back the joint.

He stood up taking off his shirt along with his swim trunks and his boxer shorts. Your eyes falling onto his soft dick. Even it being soft, it looked long and you loved it. Both of you laid back down on the bed in the same position you were initially and passed a joint after another. By the time you were both done. You were both giggling as JJ had said something funny.

Both of you stayed quiet as you both enjoy the peaceful moment together, enjoying your high you felt happy at the moment, it was always your favorite place to be with JJ, in moments you needed him, he was always there to console you in any way you want.

Whether it was just sex, or hanging out. He was just always there. No one but him understood you.

“You know what we should do?” You said as you turn your body towards JJ’s. “Have sex?” He said as you giggled. “No! I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but that’s not the point. The point is, that when we turn 30 and we haven’t gotten married, we should just marry each other and have like 20 kids.” She said making JJ smile as she said that. “20 kids?” He asked her as he turned his body towards hers as well. “Yeah, I mean, why not.” She shrugged as his hands reached over and placed his hand on her hip, giving it a light squeeze. “I mean, I’m down, but 20 kids?” He said.

“Okay, fine, 30.” She said making the blonde boy laugh, making her giggle.

“You want to know something?” JJ asked her as she calmed down and looked at him. “What’s that?” You asked him. His ocean blue eyes on yours as he softly smiled. “I love you.” He said making you smile fade as he said that. It didn’t sound like the I love you’s he will tell you all the time. That one sounded different.

“W-What?” You nervously laughed as he moved his naked body closer to yours. “I’ve been in love with you, since. I don’t know. A long time.” He said to you. “JJ.” You said his name softly as he inched closer to you. “If you don’t feel the same. It’s okay.” He said.

But as you were about to answer, the door to the room opened. “Hey— oh god!!” John B yelled as his eyes widen. “John B!!” You quickly grabbed your pillow covering your naked body from his view. JJ just laughed at how red your face has gotten from being caught. “Don’t you know how to knock!” You yelled. “Sorry!” John B yelled from the other side of the door. “Next time fucking knock!” You yell at him.

“We’re not done talking.” You told JJ as you stood up and got dressed, really hoping there was some kind of news about the gold they have been looking for.

This was supposed to be a smut! But I got lazy in doing it, and I don’t want to write smut all the damn time anymore. It feels like I’m a sex addict of something lmao. Anyways ENJOY! Next one will be a smut! ✌🏻🙂💋🫶🏻🤍🤍🤍

PS, PS!

If you see she and you ignored it! I was used to writing she that I sometimes do it!

[tgmsunmontue]

I never knew I was missing you 8/9

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

PART EIGHT

              Jake doesn’t really want to leave, but he doesn’t yet feel comfortable just loitering around in Bradley’s space, no matter how much he’d seems even less happy about Jake leaving. He’s on leave, there’s nothing forcing him to be anywhere but still… He has to maintain his fitness, but Bradley has a fucking home gym and pool, much nicer than anything on base. Plus Bradley is there, which is a pretty big incentive, but also a distraction. Although he supposes they could motivate each other… that could be fun.

              Those thoughts keep him occupied the entire drive back, and he should talk to Bradley about them, because he’s certain he would be on board. Wonders when it would be too soon to go back. When he gets out of his car he guesses he shouldn’t be surprised to see Maverick sitting on the steps waiting for him.

              “Sir…”

              “Flying colors lieutenant, you passed with flying colors…”

              “I wasn’t aware it was a test sir. Was about to raise my concerns about your declining cognitive function with Cyclone…”

              Maverick barks a laugh at that and Jake shakes his head, because he supposes it makes sense now, all of Maverick’s questions and his entire attitude. Yeah. He’s already protective of Bradley’s privacy and he’s only known him a short while, regardless of whether he believed him or not.

              “I did want to introduce you to him actually. You just beat me to it…”

              “Well, you are slowing down in your dotage.”

              “Jesus. You and Bradley are perfect for one another… his favorite hobby is giving me shit too.”

              “Thought it was restoring pinball machines.”

              “He does that when he’s stressed or overwhelmed. If he’s happy and relaxed his favorite hobby is giving shit to the people he loves. We dish it right back of course…”

              “Yeah. He’s, uh… “

              “Mmm. He is. Right. I was just popping in to invite you to dinner, family dinner, tomorrow night.”

              “Uh. Where?”

              “Bradley’s. Bring an overnight bag,” Maverick instructs with a shit eating grin and Jake just shakes his head, because he’s on leave, he doesn’t have to do what Maverick tells him. Except for the fact that he wants to. Fuck.

              “Yes sir.”

              “And let it be a surprise for Bradley. I’ll just tell him I’m bringing a guest.”

              “You… you’re a bit of a shit stirrer,” Jake says with dawning realization.

              “You’ve only just figured that out?” Maverick asks with a grin and Jake shakes his head, thinks he’s going to enjoy getting to know the people Bradley keeps close almost as much as he’s enjoying getting to know Bradley.

…           …           …

              Bradley grins at his phone, the messages from Jake saying he made it back safe and that Maverick is being a dick as per usual, waiting for him when Jake got home. It should make him nervous, having Mav so involved and knowledgeable about his relationship, or the person he’s starting a new relationship with. Instead though it makes him feel settled, that the hurdle of needing to somehow get his approval isn’t there. Maverick already apparently likes Jake, at least according to Slider; who also seems to approve of Jake. Although he’s pretty sure Slider would approve of almost anyone who was an aviator.

              He wants to ring him and talk to him, but Jake’s not even been gone a few hours. He doesn’t want to come off as needy but… Jake will be deployed soon enough, and he won’t be able to simply call him and talk to him whenever he wants. So what if other people think they’re moving fast, he agrees with Jake. It isn’t fast if this is what they both want. He presses call and waits for Jake to pick up.

              “Hey…”

              “Hi.

              “You miss me?” Jake asks, and Bradley can hear that he’s teasing, that he doesn’t expect a serious answer, or that Bradley is actually missing him. He’s not going to lie.

              “Yeah. Actually. I know you just got back to base but I was wondering if you just wanted to… pack up and come back and stay with me until your next deployment.”

              “You serious?”

              “Yeah. Too fast?”

              “Who the fuck cares. You want me there I’ll be there… I just. It’s a fucking big house.”

              “You’ll figure it out quickly enough. Just think of it as a luxurious base with fewer people.” That earns him a little laugh and he grins, glad that Jake has simply agreed. “I just… I don’t want to waste time being apart when we’ll spend so much time apart anyway.”

              “Yeah, that’s a sound argument. Give me a couple of hours.”

              “Great. You want your own space or want to share mine?”

              “You offering?” Jake asks, like Bradley isn’t obvious.

              “Yes.”

              “Then I’m with you.”

              “Yeah… good.”

              “Good. I’ll see you soon.”

              He ends the call with a grin on his face, starts wandering through the house to find Ron or Callie or Neil. He could message them, they have a group chat, but he wants to bask in the moment for a bit.

…           …           …

              Jake opens the Dagger group chat, mindful that he’s now pushed for time. Not that Bradley will care if he’s twenty- or thirty-minutes past when he said he’d be there, but Jake cares. Wants to see him again as soon as possible. Honeymoon phase he guesses, he’s never experienced it before. Not like this.

Hangman>> Doing a call in 5 minutes. I have news and either you hear it direct from me or you hear it second hand. Your choice.

              While he waits for the five minutes to tick down he packs, able to do so quickly and efficiently. It’s not like he’s going to leave anything behind. He doesn’t need a lot, used to travelling light. He’s packed and ready in seven minutes, and he can see that about seven of the Daggers have responded in the affirmative and he calls the group and waits for them to answer. Phoenix, Coyote, Bob, Fanboy, Fritz, Payback and then Harvard and Yale appear together on one tiny screen. Holy shit, that’s nearly everyone.

              “So, is this like… a team meeting?”

              “Meh. Little bit. Just wanted to let you lot know I’m not going to be on base for the rest of my leave…”

              “Where are you going?”

              “Staying with my boyfriend,” Jake provides, and he’s waiting for Javy’s reaction; isn’t disappointed at the eyes bugging out and silent what the fuck and Jake can’t help but grin. “Also, I’ve got some spare tickets to SDCC next weekend. Anyone want one?”

              “Aw man, I bought mine ages ago… how many have you got?”

              “Wait. Go back. Someone likes you enough to want you to move in with them? I didn’t think you were seeing anyone…” Fritz says and Jake gives him the finger which simply makes him laugh.

              “It’s moved pretty fast, but we’re… well. We figured with deployments we’ll be spending plenty of time apart so might as well make the most of it while I’m here.”

              “Make something…” Harvard says and Yale gives him a high five. Jake shrugs, because they’re not wrong and he’s not ashamed.

              “Anyway, just wanted to let you know I’ll be down in Capistrano Beach instead.”

              “Cool. Happy for you bro. Tickets. How many you got?”

              “Uh. Ten. I can get more if I need to probably, but…”

              “Holy shit. Did you win the lotto or something?”

              “Or something…” Javy says and Jake shoots him a sharp look.

              “And as if I needed to add an incentive, but I’m going with my boyfriend. So, if you want to meet him this will be your opportunity…”

              “You… are you serious?” Javy asks and Jake’s cheeks are going to be sore from smiling so much but he nods, because yeah, he can’t believe it either but there you go. Javy is mouthing holy shit and Jake shakes his head. Suddenly everyone wants a ticket, making plans to fly back early and he shouldn’t be surprised; knowing they’re a bunch of nosey fuckers.

              “It’s a real person right? Not someone you… imagined?” Phoenix asks.

              “Fuck you. His name is Bradley and he’s Maverick’s godson, so he can vouch for how real he is.”

              “Really?” Javy asks and Jake nods again, but adds a little grimace this time because yeah. Maverick as a potential father-in-law figure is a little bit daunting. He’s not sharing that with Bradley though, it’s so far from being a deal breaker it’s not even worth mentioning.

              “Man, I spent so much money on my tickets, and here you are giving them away,” Fanboy moans and Jake feels a little bad for him, can’t and won’t say anything more though.

              “Are we doing costumes?”

              “It’s a bit late to try and organize a costume if you don’t have one already…”

              “I am definitely doing a costume. Going as a cowboy,” Jake provides.

              “A cowboy? You’re meant to be a character, not yourself…”

              “Haha. Jedediah, from Night at the Museum,” Jake states, because that had been the movie he and Bradley had watched together first, lazily making out while it played and he’s going to forever have fond memories of it. “Anyway, you don’t have to come in costume unless you want to. Just… they’re four-day tickets. I was thinking of going on the Friday. I know lots of people go on the Saturday, but uh…”

              “Friday sounds good,” Javy chips in and Jake shoots him a grateful look. Bradley’s schedule for the Saturday involves two panels and a photo session with fans. He’d suggested Jake try and encourage his friends to come on the Friday when he’d be able to meet them and spend more time with them.

              “I’m going every day… that’s the whole point of getting a VIP pass.”

              “And that’s why we call you Fanboy.”

…           …           …

              “Thanks for coming back…” Bradley murmurs, pressing a kiss to Jake’s shoulder, sweat cooling on their skin and he knows they’re going to need a shower but can’t bring himself to move.

              “Yeah, was a real hardship… gorgeous boyfriend, comfortable bed, chance of sex exponentially higher…”

              “Boyfriend huh?”

              “Well, not sure what else to call you when you talk about wanting to hang around while I’m deployed. Not exactly dating then are we. Bit more…”

              “Yeah. Bit more serious.”

              “Exactly.”

[pukefactory]

Hiii could you do a dandy’s world, dandy x reader ( she/her or gn pronouns) maybe something like him trying to seduce or manipulate the reader into giving him tapes but he ends up actually gaining feelings for them. Smut or sfw whatever you’re comfortable with. (Also this is my first time requesting something so sorry if I’m doing this wrong)

Hey, no problem! Your request was very clear, and I really appreciate that—you asked for it perfectly. This is my first time posting a short story here. I felt that this prompt would fit better in this format, so I hope it’s just as good as my usual headcanons. I found it quite challenging to write a flirty Dandy while keeping him in character, so I had to make a few compromises. Apologies if it’s not exactly what you envisioned, but I still hope you enjoy it!

‧˚₊꒷꒦︶︶︶︶︶ LIQUID ALPINE ︶︶︶︶︶꒦꒷‧₊˚⊹

✿ Summary: Dandy gets a little flirty with you when you give him a lot of tapes

✿ Character(s): Dandicus Dancifer (Dandy’s World)

✿ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

✿ Genre: Short Story, SFW

✿ Word Count: 578

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

“DING DING”

The elevator opens with a loud beep that echoes across the dark, oppressive room. Before the metal doors have time to slide up, you’re already heading toward them, mindful of your steps but eager to escape the suffocating darkness. From darkness to light, the sharp brightness of the elevator’s fluorescent lights stings your eyes, a harsh contrast to the murkiness you’d been immersed in for what felt like an eternity. Time seemed irrelevant in the dark, especially when you were trying to outrun whatever was lurking behind you.

When your feet click against the cold metal floor of the elevator, the large door slams shut with a loud thud. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you’re safe for now as you descend further into the Gardenview facility.

The freezing air in the elevator washes over your clammy, sweaty skin, sending a shiver down your spine from the abrupt temperature change. You hadn’t realized just how hot you’d gotten, how tired and drenched you felt. Hands covered in thick black ichor, you’ve been at this for hours, and only now do you realize how long you’ve been powering through everything. Your mouth feels as dry as a desert, and you silently beg for a drink, anything to quench the thirst.

“Someone looks thirsty,” a voice says from behind you. “Spare me a few tapes, and I’ll hook you up with the coldest soda I have!”

You turn around, greeted by a familiar face—Dandy. You’d been so hazy that you hadn’t even heard him approach. No matter. What mattered was that he had what you desperately needed, and you had what he wanted in return.

Without wasting any time, you walk up and slam a generous amount of tapes onto the table, silently agreeing to his offer.

“Oh, wowie!” Dandy exclaims. “That’s a lot more than usual, friend!”

“Dandy—”

“I know, I know! Let me grab it for ya.” Dandy jumps off his box and reaches under the table, rummaging around for something. A few seconds later, he jumps back onto the box, holding an ice-cold can of soda in his small green hands. “Only the best for my number one customer.”

You don’t fully process what he says, quickly taking the can and drinking as if you hadn’t had anything in ages. The second the sweet, fizzy liquid hits your tongue, you feel instantly better—refreshed and slightly cooler. Pulling the can away from your lips, you exhale deeply in relief.

“Thanks, Dandy. I really owe you one.”

“No worries at all, friend. You just keep giving me those tapes like you always do, and I’ll give you everything you need.” He leans over the table, elbows resting on it as he cups his chin in his hands.

You don’t know what it is, but something about his expression feels different than usual. He’s smiling, yes, but the way his eyes seem half-closed and his posture feels strangely gentle—something you’ve never seen from him before.

Suddenly, the elevator jerks and starts moving again, dinging once more.

“I’ll save my best stock for you, buddy. My very loyal customer… I’ll be seeing you very soon.” Dandy pulls the lever next to him, and the elevator starts descending again.

Before you can fully grasp the meaning of his words, the heavy metal doors open again, and you’re back out there, the soda can still in your hand. His face lingers in your mind for the rest of the night.

[sofreddie]

Resigned 12

Summary: After establishing a pack, Jensen's fed up with Omega Enforcement and ready to take action.

Characters: Alpha!Jensen x Omega!F!Reader, Alpha!Jared, Omega!Gen, Others

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Omegas are second-class citizens/mistreated, Angst, Fluff, Abused Omega (not reader), Descriptions of Dynamics, Roles, and Oppression of Omegas

WC: 2,610

A/N: Okay, so this chapter has a couple of different things. Took me a while to get it right, but I'm finally happy with how it came out. No timeline for the next part, but I hope to have it completed soon. Feedback is appreciated. :)

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Part 11

Later that evening, Jared called Jensen, inviting him and Y/N to his place for dinner. Agent Fowler wasn't kidding and had shown up at Jared's door just an hour after meeting with Jensen. Followed by the text he'd received with his temporary registrations, pending official copies to be mailed. They were legally pack, and Jared was Y/N's Alpha if anything happened to Jensen.

There was much to discuss, and Jensen always enjoyed dinner with the Padaleckis. He especially enjoyed seeing the kids, filling the role of Uncle Jensen. Maybe one day, he'd be blessed with his own pups with Y/N. Still, Jensen was nervous as they made the short trip to Jared's. This was their first dinner as a pack.

He'd talked with Y/N about the meeting with Fowler and how it echoed his talk with his producers and team. They had warned him that the OE had contacted them regarding Jensen's probation and legal requirements. They were his employers, after all. While Jensen had a heads-up, he thought he'd have at least a day to settle and discuss things with Y/N. Instead, his Omega was blindsided by a large and intimidating strange Alpha in her home.

Nothing seemed to go right for them. At least he had the security of knowing dinner at the Padaleckis would be fun and relaxing despite the heavy conversations that awaited them. Jared and Gen were just really, really good at putting people at ease. It was definitely one of their many charms. Furthermore, Jared was a good Alpha and had been with Gen for a while. He hadn't had any run-ins with the OE prior to this, but Jensen hoped Jared could give some insight.

Gen greeted them at the door, stunning as always, sans collar since she was home. Y/N had to wear hers since they were leaving the house, but Jensen was the one who complained. She not only seemed fine with it but he was worried she was becoming reliant upon it. A picture-perfect Omega - it truly bothered him. Her fire, her feistiness, and stubbornness were part of the things he enjoyed about her. Now, those things seemed tempered and locked away by order of the OE.

"Jared's in the living room," Gen gestured to Jensen, pointing the way. "Y/N, you wanna help me in the kitchen?"

Y/N readily agreed, allowing Jensen to remove her collar and kiss her neck sweetly before releasing her to the other Omega. She was immediately comfortable with Gen, like she had been with Jared.

"Welcome to our home," Gen smiled as she moved around the kitchen.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you."

"We don't have to be formal," Gen waved off. "We're practically sisters now with the pack arrangement."

Y/N's heart swelled, more than proud to welcome the title. She had been concerned about becoming pack, wondering what Gen would say or think, wondering if Jared would even want that.

"Never had a pack," Y/N shrugged.

"For what it's worth, we don't blame you or think badly about you for everything that's happened. If anything, it's the government and the system. And, well, Jensen didn't really handle things well at the beginning," she winced. Y/N nodded, remembering just how public the whole thing was. "Jared chewed his ass for that one," she laughed.

Y/N's eyes widened, not knowing that they'd talked about it or that Jared had strong words.

"His mother wasn't too happy about it either," Y/N pointed out. "Seeing a grown Alpha put in his place by an Omega mother was strange."

Gen laughed heartily, "Yeah, well, Donna is not to be messed with, Omega or not. And not everyone believes in the subjugation of Omegas. There are plenty of people and organizations trying to change the laws."

"I know, but it seems pretty bleak, especially with the OE inserted into our lives."

Meanwhile, Jensen tucked the collar in his pocket, watching Y/N walk away with Gen before joining Jared in the living room and sitting on the other end of the couch.

"Hey, man," Jared greeted, muting the television and sitting up to give Jensen his attention.

"I'm sorry about Fowler and dropping all that on you."

"I mean, we did talk about it. Sort of. But I did talk with Gen before Fowler showed up, so that was good."

Jensen groaned, "I didn't get a chance to tell her anything before he reared his ugly head."

"So, uh, I noticed you listed me as Head Alpha on the registration. Why?"

Jensen should've known Jared would ask him that, but he thought maybe he'd just know.

"Because," Jensen sighed. "You have more experience as an Alpha and mate. You know the laws and never have problems with the OE or courts. And I trust you completely."

"Okay," Jared spoke while he chewed his lip. "Well, then, maybe we should have a plan in place, like what to do in case something happens?"

"See," Jensen smiled, "That's exactly why I put you as head, man. You think of things like that."

Jared gave a small smile, trying to fight back his tears. He held a hand over his heart, trying to gesture his appreciation for Jensen's kind words. Jensen just laughed and patted him on the back.

"Dinner's ready, Guys," Gen announced. "Will you get the kids?"

"Yeah," Jared responded, clearing his throat and wiping his eyes. "Come on, let's tell the kids you're here. " He laughed, knowing how much they loved Jensen, whose eyes lit up as he gladly followed Jared toward the mini-Padaleckis.

A minute later, Y/N was started by the loud and high-pitched screeching of children within the house.

Gen chuckled and shrugged, "They really missed Jensen."

A moment later, Jensen and Jared appeared, each with a child riding their shoulders and squealing in delight. Jensen's smile was broad and sparkling, the child clinging to him much the same. Seeing her Alpha with a child and doing so well made her heart swell, and her ovaries lurch, wanting so much to give that to him.

After settling the kids at the table, Jensen came to Y/N and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear, "I can smell how much you liked that."

Heat rose to her cheeks at her embarrassment, but Jensen just laughed and guided them to sit at the table.

Dinner went well, including Jared's awkward speech about taking his role seriously and promising to be a good Alpha and Jensen's subsequent teasing over the 'chick-flick moment.' Y/N enjoyed the company, the dinner, the evening, and the family; she truly felt part of a pack now. The kids were boisterous and fun, and seeing how good her Alpha was with them was incredible. She hoped one day they could have that together.

If she had to choose anyone to care for her other than her Alpha, it was them. She instantly felt like family with them. Jensen had chosen well.

-

Jensen was granted his wish, as he and Y/N could spend at least one glorious day together. Their time together was slow and lazy, most spent in the garden. They discussed barbeques, patio furniture, plants and flowers, and playsets for their future children. They were both eager to have a family, but the timing didn't seem right.

The next day, Jensen began his required training, embarking on a two-week journey that disgusted him.

Every day he came home, Y/N begged him to tell her everything, every tiny detail. He was more angry at the government and its established system of subjugating Omegas. He couldn't wait for it to be over, to return to his life with his Omega, away from prying eyes and enforcement hounds. To get back to his job, to promotions and conventions.

Y/N wanted to learn and know what they were telling Jensen so she could adapt and be a good Omega for him. He tried to assure her previously that was not what he wanted, but she was persistent. She didn't want to keep putting Jensen in this situation. He was kind and caring and a fantastic, attentive lover. He was everything she could want in an Alpha and mate, and she needed to prove herself and make him happy.

Jensen's anger was directed at the OE, and the classes and training were more than disturbing to him. Alpha Ownership discussed the 'finer points' of owning and controlling another person, including proper punishment and behavior rewards, appropriate restraint and paddling techniques, and where to purchase government-approved items. Jensen swore that if anyone ever raised a paddle to his Omega, he'd crush their throat with his bare hands.

As Fowler predicted, he was not met kindly by the instructor or the other Alphas in the class - though most were there for the mistreatment of their Omegas. His claim was something to whisper about and sneer at, but Jensen remained quiet and observant. He'd never really faced bullying or harassment in his past, always being liked and popular. But now, he welcomed it because the last thing he wanted was to be liked and accepted by these insufferable assholes. If they hated him, he must be doing something right because everything they did or said - including the damn class - was against everything Jensen believed in.

Worse than that, even, was when they brought a scantily dressed Omega into the room in shackles. Jensen suddenly felt like he was turning into Dean, wanting to jump up and rescue the woman from the monsters in the room. Her shackles were connected to a hook hanging from the ceiling, keeping her in place and her hands tied above her head. She looked dirty, hungry, worn down, and beaten, but she didn't make eye contact, keeping her eyes trained on the ground.

"This Omega is from the correction facility. As part of her punishment, she will be used in demonstration for proper enactment of approved punishments," the instructor explained.

He showed off the approved wooden paddle, passing another around the class for the Alphas to examine. Many laughed, cheered, or grinned as the Omega was spanked, receiving extra for crying out. Once the demonstration was done, the whimpering Omega was led away again. Jensen's hands were balled into fists, his nails digging into his skin to distract him from his anger. He couldn't cause a scene or do anything.

Firstly, that woman wasn't his Omega. Secondly, he was court-ordered to attend the class. And lastly, he could see more punishment delivered to him or his Omega if he did anything. So he forced himself to remain seated and quiet, though there was no chance of schooling his features into anything other than anger and disgust.

He faced much the same in the Rut Management class, most of the Alphas classic knotheads, and that was speaking kindly. He felt out of place, knowing he didn't belong there. A few people recognized him, but everyone there was smart enough to leave him be. It couldn't have helped that he came in with a face and scent of 'don't mess with me.' Rut Management was entirely unnecessary and was the shorter course of the two. Essentially a sex-ed class for Alphas, the summary of the course pretty much told him to 'get fucked' and how. And, with continued emphasis, Alphas owned and dominated Omegas by biological right.

By the time he completed the classes, certificates in hand, he had made up his mind. He planned to call his lawyer, share everything he learned and experienced, and see if it couldn't be used to their advantage. He was tired of playing nice and living how they wanted him to. He intended to call for Omega Rights publicly, start a campaign like Jared had, connect with the Civil Liberties Union, whatever it took. Y/N had voiced her concerns, but his mind was made up.

He swore he would fight with everything he had to take down Omega Enforcement and change the laws. Now, it was time for action.

-

Jensen spent several days from sun-up to sun-down on the phone and computer. Y/N only really saw him when he woke, when he came to bed, and when she brought him food throughout the day. She didn't mind, though, seeing as he was trying to change the world for her, as he'd promised. She'd assumed it was just a figure of speech, something sweet that he wished could be true. She never expected him actually to mean it. Yet, here he was, diligently working.

He had been coordinating with lawyers and rights organizations regarding the battle for Omega Rights and trying to launch a campaign as he readied for the convention circuit to begin. Apparently, the Supernatural cast and crew had been blowing him up, eager to help with his campaign and join it. So she gave him his space and let him work, ensuring he was fed and cared for while he did.

She was also glad to have time to sort her mind over everything. They'd been almost constantly together since the incident in Vancouver. She didn't mind, but she was grateful to just roam the house and do her own thing. She spent most of that time observing her Alpha and reflective thought.

She thought about everything that had happened since they met, from their less-than-perfect meeting and mating to the incidents in Vancouver to the OE on their doorstep and in their home. They had been through so much and come so far together, but the journey thus far had been challenging. With Jensen's new life mission, she was sure things would only get worse before they got better.

She thought about her many mistakes and what she could have done differently. She could have looked the other way or kept her mouth shut when the Alpha was assaulting the Omega on the sidewalk. She could have lived as an Omega and hoped her Alpha would find her. But she knew she would be her if she had done anything differently, despite the consequences.

She thought about the freedom she'd yearned for, hid as a Beta for, and how Jensen wanted that for her, too. She tried to imagine what that would even look like. Maybe she could go back to work? Would Jensen let her? She was desperate to be her own person, apart from Jensen, apart from just being an Omega. If he was fighting for her freedom, surely he'd want her to use it.

One evening, when she brought him his food, he pushed aside his work and pulled her into his lap. "I'm so sorry, I've been distant," he spoke as he nuzzled into her claim. "I've been overly focused and not giving you any attention."

"It's fine," she insisted, guiding him to look at her with a hand on his cheek. "Honestly, I'm not upset. You're doing incredible things. I am so proud of you."

Jensen puffed with pride, his eyes sparkling as he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She was proud of him. She might as well have said 'Good, Alpha' to the same effect. He was thrilled to receive her praise, to make her more than happy with his efforts.

"Conventions are coming up. I want you to come with me. I don't want to leave you alone on house arrest with me and Jared gone. Plus, I think you'd really enjoy the atmosphere." She lit up with a brilliant smile and a nod, and Jensen swelled with pride, finally feeling like he was doing things right for a change.

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hi!! could you please write something where reader struggles to fall asleep sometimes (a self-indulgent request from me rn) and either march or balor or whoever else you want comforts them or tries helping them fall asleep? whatever you're comfortable with 🩷

Hi!! Yes I also have so much trouble falling asleep 😔 my classes are all at like 8/9 am and i’m STRUGGLING so this is for us. 😌

Balor:

- He probably notices that you’re not as energetic as you usually are.

- First he probably thinks it’s due to a rainy day, or just because you can’t consistently run around each day and not have an off day.

- But then it’s when he sees you up well into the night, bags under your eyes that it becomes obvious.

- He’d bring you some tea and wrap a blanket around your shoulders as he sits next to you. The evening chill in the air.

- He has his own cup of tea, something his mother probably did when he was young.

- He sits with you for a while, just enjoying the silence before he’d ask you what’s wrong.

- If it’s something simple like your having trouble falling asleep he’d give you tips and tricks for when he was traveling on the road. But if it’s something more, he’ll listen and give you his best advice.

- Once he feels your weight on his arm, he sighs as he shakes his head and scoops you up. Bringing you into your house and getting you into bed.

- He wouldn’t tease you or anything until much later.

March:

- Like Balor he’d notice your lack of energy and then get upset because while he’d never admit it. He liked it. You were like a damn golden retriever sometimes with how you’d run around doing tasks for people.

- He’d confront you about it right away. Something along the lines of, “What’s wrong. You’re less energetic than usual.”

- Once you explain why you’re having trouble sleeping and go about your day…that night March knocks on your door with a pillow tucked under his arm and a serious look in his eyes.

- He’d explain to you that he’s just here to help because mistria won’t fix itself. But in reality he’s here to help anyway he can.

- He’d curl up on the floor next to you, but after your whining that he shouldn’t be there. He’d be in bed next to you and panicking about it.

- Eventually though he’d wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in. Hoping that holding you closer would help you get to sleep faster.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, and was so short! I had a crazy couple of months for me but I’m back! Let me know what you guys liked!

As always. Requests are open!!

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‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Disclaimer: Still the same.

Chapter 27- 'Touch Her' | ‘Movie Night'

word count - 12 k

**** extra reminder of the dv warning****

"Mmm, my pretty girl, always gimme the best cuddles," Trent hummed a whisper, his voice soft and rough with affection as he leaned into you, on the sofa in his living room. His face nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Even in your groggy state, you instinctively reached out for him, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck. "Smell so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. You sighed sleepily, your body already responding to his closeness. You shifted slightly, pulling yourself further up his body, your arms tightening around him. You pressed soft, lazy kisses along his neck, your lips lingering on his warm skin. His hands moved under your top, caressing your bare skin, his touch slow and deliberate. His fingertips tracing light patterns along your waist before dipping into the waistband of your shorts. The motion sent shivers up your spine, and you unconsciously rolled your hips against him, your body seeking his without thought. "Baby," he whispered, his voice low and laced with need. "You wanna get to bed?" At first, you shook your head, nuzzling deeper into him, wanting to stay right there in the cocoon of his arms. You liked the feel of his big, warm hands on you, the way his fingers splayed over your skin possessively. "Yeah, c'mon, pretty girl," he cooed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His voice was a gentle hum, filled with sweetness. "Get you out of these.” You could feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin as he splayed his hands under the waistband of your shorts as if he would peel them off you right then. “Can shower with me. Have a good cuddle in my bed." He purred in your ear, his words dripping like honey. A sleepy but greedy smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his words. You felt his hands slide down your back, coaxing you gently. Your lips lazily found their way back to his neck, trailing soft kisses up toward his jaw and over to his ear, a silent acceptance to his offer. He chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "That's my girl," he murmured, his one hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his thumb brushing tenderly against your temple. You let out a small hum of contentment, leaning into him more, your body melting further into his embrace. The darkening room made everything feel softer, quieter and harder to leave as you nuzzled into the crook of Trent's neck, your warm breath brushing against his skin. 

"Will you still hold me?" you asked desperately, your voice barely above a whisper. You hid in the nape of his neck, your face pressed against his skin, seeking comfort in his closeness.

Trent gently pulled your face away from him so he could look at you. His warm brown eyes searched yours, his brows furrowed in concern but softened by love. Your lips were pouted, trembling slightly, and his heart broke a little seeing how fragile you looked in that moment.

"Yeah," he said softly, his voice unwavering. "I'm gonna hold onto you forever." His lips curved into a reassuring smile before he leaned in to peck your lips-a sweet, grounding kiss. His hands slid down your back again slowly, deliberately, and you felt a familiar cheeky smile tugging at your lips as his palms roamed lower, stopping just above your ass. The moment your smile gave him the green light, he let his hands move further, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You giggled softly, your body relaxing into his touch.

"How about in bed?" you whispered, your voice carrying just enough teasing to make him smirk.

"Definitely forever," he murmured, his hands kneading your curves as if they were made just for him. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his smile was breathtaking-so genuine it made your chest tighten. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, his pink lips curling in a way that made you feel like the luckiest person alive to be able to see it so up close.

"Kay. Now, please," you giggled, burying your face in his neck again, feeling his deep chuckle reverberate through his chest. He sat up, adjusting himself to the edge of the couch, and in one smooth motion, he stood with you in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms draped over his shoulders. Trent stood up with you draped around him, your legs securely wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his neck as you placed gentle, teasing nips against his skin. He adjusted his hold on you, one arm under your thighs, the other on your back, steadying you effortlessly. Trent cradled you as though you weighed nothing, his strength and warmth enveloping you. You rested your head on his shoulder, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed low in his throat, a sound of pure contentment as he carried you, the promise of holding you forever etched in every step. The only sound in the living room, the quiet hum of the TV until Trent broke the silence. 

"No…" Trent whispered, his tone low but pointed as his eyes flicked to Noah slouched on the sofa. "Noah," he repeated, reaching out to flick his friend on the arm. Noah groaned, wincing as he stirred, looking up tired and disoriented.

"What, man?" he muttered, rubbing the spot Trent had flicked.

"You lot good?" Trent asked, nodding toward Layla, who was curled up against Noah's side, her head resting on his shoulder, fast asleep. Noah blinked, seemingly processing the situation for the first time. Layla’s dainty manicured hand splayed across his stomach.  He glanced down at Layla and then back at Trent, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. 

"Yeah... all good," he said, his voice quiet, not wanting to wake her. "I'll text you if we head out. I… I don't know if she'll want a ride yet," he added, as though trying to make sense of his own words. Noah hadn't realized they’d fallen asleep like that. While you were in your own world niblinging on Trent’s neck, he saw two people who were very comfortable together on the sofa. Trent smirked knowingly, his gaze flickering between Noah and Layla before he turned his attention back to you. You let out a soft whine, pulling Trent's focus entirely back to you.

"T..." you murmured pleadingly and impatient, your lips brushing his neck as you shifted slightly in his arms. He smiled, his chest rumbling with a soft chuckle. 

"Alright, all good, lad, We’re gonna…" Trent began his sentence, starting to move toward the stairs but his words were halted by a cheeky smile he flashed back to Noah. Noah rolled his eyes, able to infer what you were going upstairs for, a soft chuckle escaping him as he caught Trent's grin. 

"Wanker," Noah mouthed silently, his smile teasing but tired. Trent let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

"Nah," he quipped, his tone smug, "I don't think that's what I'm gonna be doing at all." Trent smugly smirked, falling into an equally cheeky laugh. Noah shook his head, smirking despite himself as Trent turned away, his laugh echoing softly. You giggled against Trent's neck, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple as he carried you up the stairs, the moment warm and filled with playful intimacy.

Trent leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders propping him up as his eyes roamed over your figure. His gaze was heavy, filled with desire as he took in every inch of you-the way the satin pajama set clung to your curves, the way the faint outline of your nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and how the hem of your shorts barely covered the soft cheeks of your ass. The soft lighting in the bathroom glistened off your skin, giving you an ethereal glow that made his breath hitch. Trent's smirk widened as he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror. His hands found your arms, his touch warm and firm as he rubbed up and down your soft skin. He pulled your body flush against his. The heat radiating from his skin sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him, seeking more of his touch.

"Wow..." His deep voice broke the quiet hum of the bathroom, pulling your attention to the mirror where his reflection stared at you with a smirk that sent a thrill down your spine. "Aren't I lucky."

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help the heat that crept up your neck as his words sank in. Turning your head slightly, you caught his gaze in the mirror, your lips curling into a shy smile.

"Always got something to say, don't you?" you teased, though your voice betrayed how flustered his attention made you. Trent didn't respond immediately. He pushed off the doorframe, his frame moving toward you with slow, deliberate strides. He looked devastatingly handsome, his golden skin glowing from the lotion he had just applied, and his loose shorts sitting low on his hips. His chest, bare and toned, rose and fell in a steady rhythm, but the way his brown eyes darkened with hunger betrayed the calm exterior he tried to maintain.

"Nah," he finally murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "Not always. But when you're standing there looking like that..." His eyes roamed down your figure again, lingering where the satin clung to you like a second skin. “...what do you expect me to do, hmm?" You swallowed hard, your body already reacting to the intensity of his stare. 

"I expect you to behave," you replied, your tone light, though the faint tremble in your voice didn't go unnoticed.

"Not happening," he said simply, his smirk widening as he came to stand behind you. His hands immediately found your waist, his large palms warm as they rested on your hips. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You make it impossible for me, you know that, right?"  He whispered.  Before you could respond, Trent's hands began to move, sliding up your sides, his touch firm but deliberate. With a swift motion, he pulled you back against him, your back pressing into the solid wall of his chest. You could feel every inch of him-his warmth, his strength, the way his body molded perfectly to yours. And then you felt it-his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into your lower back.

"T..." you whispered, your voice barely audible as your breath caught in your throat. His hands roamed higher, slipping under the hem of your camisole to caress the bare skin of your stomach. His fingers were slow, purposeful, as they traced lazy circles on your soft skin. "Thank you," you murmured shyly, your eyes fluttering shut as his touch sent a wave of warmth through your body.

"For what?" he asked softly, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke.

"For looking at me like this," you admitted, your voice shaking slightly as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze in the mirror. Trent paused for a moment, his dark eyes locking onto yours. 

"Can't help it," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "You're unreal, baby. So fucking beautiful." He whispered earnestly. But then his lips returned to your neck. "Baby, you don't even try, do you?" he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word.  "Not fair to me. Laying on me all night, kissing my neck... how am I supposed to behave?" Your lips curled into a shy smile, but you didn't respond, the words caught in your throat as his hands began to explore more. They slid under the hem of your camisole, the soft fabric bunching up as his fingers caressed your bare stomach. His thumbs drew lazy circles on your skin, sending waves of warmth coursing through your body.

"I didn't know I was doing anything," you whispered, feigning innocence, your voice breathless.

"You know exactly what you're doing," Trent muttered against your ear, his deep voice dripping with desire. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you gasp softly.

"And you're doing it to me on purpose." You let out a shaky laugh, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as his lips continued their journey down your neck. His hands traveled higher, brushing against your ribs, and you arched your back slightly, pushing yourself further into him.

"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. "So fucking perfect, baby."

Your cheeks flushed, the intensity in his gaze making your heart race. He groaned softly at the motion, the sound low and guttural, vibrating against your skin as he kissed a trail down your neck. "I can't keep my hands off you," he whispered against your skin, his lips brushing just beneath your ear. "Not when you look like this. Not when you feel like this." His hands finally reached your tits, cupping them gently. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, the faintest touch enough to make you gasp softly. Your grip on the bathroom counter tightened more as a rush of heat pooled in your stomach. "My perfect girl, all mine," Trent murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you in the mirror. His words made your chest tighten, the sincerity in his voice almost overwhelming. You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as you nodded, completely lost in the feeling of his touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring, kneading, claiming you in a way that made you feel cherished and desired all at once.

"T..." you whimpered, your voice barely audible, but he heard it loud and clear. His lips curved into a smirk as he kissed your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin ever so slightly.

"Say it again," he urged, his voice thick with desire. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and whispered his name once more.

"Good girl," he breathed, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips.  You turned your head, angling it to meet his lips, desperate for a kiss. He obliged immediately, his mouth capturing yours in a slow, deep kiss that left you breathless. "Baby.." he whispered against your lips as he pulled back, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. 

“T, please.” You whined. He chuckled softly, his hands tightening their hold on your hips as he turned you to face him. His gaze roamed over you again, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration and desire.

"C'mere," he said, his voice low but commanding. His hands moved to your hips, and with a gentle tug, he lifted your silk camisole, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze. You let out a soft moan as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, now hard and aching for his touch. He teased them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His mouth claimed yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continued their exploration. Breaking the kiss, you turned in his arms, your eyes meeting his.

 "T, baby, I want you," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Without hesitation, you peeled off your remaining clothes, letting them fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. Trent's breath hitched as his eyes raked over your bare body, dark and full of desire. His hands instinctively reached out, pulling you flush against him again. The heat of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine.

"God, baby, you don’t understand how perfect you are," he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with reverence as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His lips crashed against yours, deep and consuming, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wanted you. His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips before moving to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You could feel his arousal pressing against you through his shorts, his desire palpable. His kisses trailed down your jawline, lingering on your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, marking you as his. 

"Baby..." you whimpered, your hands tangling in his curls, tugging gently as his mouth worked its magic. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your neck as his hands roamed freely over you. He kneaded your tits, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples before his mouth moved lower, his lips replacing his hands. Your head fell back as his tongue flicked over one nipple while his hand teased the other, your body arching into his touch. His free hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist as he held you steady against him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with awe. "I need you, baby," he growled, his hands cupping your tits, thumbs flicking over your nipples. "Gonna let me taste you." You nodded with a whimper. He guided you back against the countertop, his strong hands on your waist, slipped around you, over your ass, lifted you up from under your thighs to place you on the cold marble. You spread your legs, inviting him in, your pussy already glistening with anticipation. Trent knelt between your thighs, his eyes fixed on your core. His name fell from your lips in a hoarse moan the moment you felt his fingers running through your wet folds. With his fingers between your legs now, you were practically dripping for him. You looked down at him with your jaw slacked and lidded eyes. He unraveled you with each movement. 

"You're so wet f’me, baby," he said, his voice thick with need as he kissed from your knee, dragging his perfect, dreamy, pouty lips closer and closer towards your core. The anticipation alone had you reelling. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Let me make you feel good." His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in, sliding into your wetness, curling and stroking, finding that sweet spot that had you writhing with pleasure. His fingers hit the perfect spot inside you with every thrust and curl of their tips. Your back arching uncontrollably. The way his breath felt against you, his skillful tongue, the force of his fingers, it all had you rushing towards your first orgasm of the night.  “Tell me baby. You gonna cum f’me? Am I gonna make you cum? You gotta tell me.” He mumbled, his voice vibrating against your core, you could sense that his muffled words were said with so much smugness and self satisfaction Trent shut his eyes a little consumed by his own pleasure of your taste. He dragged his tongue through your folds again and again slurping you up. You were a complete mess. You could barely keep yourself propped up. Your pussy clenched ruthlessly around his fingers. You gripped the countertop, your knuckles turning white as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“T… T….” You whined. “Please. I’m cumming.” You whimpered with gasps of air and cried. Your pussy was dripping all over his face, you were absolutely soaked but you couldn’t think, your mind had gone blank.  "Oh, fuck, T, oh my god!" you cried out, your body tensing as the orgasm washed over you. He didn't let up though, continuing to lap at your pussy, his fingers working in and out, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs shaking uncontrollably. "Please, T," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need you inside me." He stood, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” Trent murmured, kissing you up your body. You whined. “Let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good.” He essentially was begging, he was desperate to be inside of you. “Gonna be a good girl?” He flicked his eyes to yours. You nodded with a shy smile. He pumped his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. With one swift thrust, he filled you, his cock stretching you deliciously. You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Trent began to move, his hips snapping forward, pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. 

“T… fuck, you feel so big.” You moaned. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, and lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder, giving him even deeper access.

"Fuck, baby, you feel amazing," he grunted, his eyes never leaving yours. "So fucking tight and wet f’me." You met his thrusts, your bodies moving as one, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Trent's hand reached down, finding your clit, and began to rub it in circles, sending you spiraling towards another climax. "Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Be a goof girl f’me." His words were all it took, and you shattered around him, your pussy clenching and milking his cock as you cried out his name. Trent followed soon after, his body stiffening as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you with his hot cum. 

“Did I do okay?” You asked, your eyes pleading for his approval. You hated how desperate you sounded. You weren’t sure why, maybe it was an old habit. He didn’t make you feel like you needed to ask him that. 

“Fucking amazing, pretty girl. Every time.” He smiled, kissing your lips. His chest rising and falling heavily as you both came down. 

“Was it what you wanted?” You asked, needing his reassurance. He pouted unintentionally, hating that you needed it, but he’d give it to you always. Trent decided to pull out of you slowly, his spent cock glistening with a mixture of your juices and his cum.  

“Baby, you… You are what I want. You are everything I want. Every day, in every way.” He cooed softly. “Do you know that you are everything to me, pretty girl?” He smiled gently, pressing his nose to yours as his hands delicately caressed your body lovingly. You nodded with a shy giggle. “Good.” He smiled kissing you repeatedly. 

“Okay! Okay!” You giggled grabbing onto him, trying to get him to stop kissing you but you really didn’t mine. “T!” You squealed as he unrelentlessly kissed your neck. He finally pulled back and cupped your cheeks. 

“What, baby? You want me to stop?” He shot you a cheeky smile and it was heartbreakingly beautiful, dimples indenting in his gorgeous cheeks. 

“No.” You giggled. His brow furrowed with inquiry. “No, baby because I think I want more of you if you want more.” You smirked greedily running your hands over his hair.  

“You have no fucking idea, how much more I want.” A devilish grin spread across his face. "Not done with you.” He lifted you into his arms easily.  You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as you clung to him, your fingers threading through his curls, wrapping your legs tighter around him as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes roamed his body, taking in every inch of his toned, golden skin, and your lips parted as your breath caught. He leaned over you, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he lowered himself down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

"I need you," you whispered against his lips, your hands roaming his back, pulling him closer. He groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as he positioned himself between your legs. 

"I've got you, baby. Always." He smirked as he picked up under your thigh and flipped you over, to lay on your stomach. It was swift and smooth. He was quick to grab your hips pull you back to him, as he kneeled behind you. “Be a good girl f’me. Arch your back how you know I like.” He commanded you and you did exactly what he said. He had positioned you on all fours on the bed, your ass in the air, your cheek pressed against the soft sheets. “That’s it, you’re perfect like this.” He groaned  as you felt his hands on your hips, guiding you, as he entered you from behind, his cock sliding effortlessly into your wetness. He started slow, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm, but soon the pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. 

“Fuck, T! Feel so fucking deep.” You moaned, your head thrown back, as he pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. He slapped your ass hard and your back arched further, bouncing your ass back onto his length. He smirked knowing that even as sensitive as you were, emotionally vulnerable, with him… You wanted him to fuck you senseless and nothing was off the table. 

"You like that, huh?" he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "My dirty girl, taking it so well." You nodded, your words reduced to incoherent moans as he hit all the right spots. You craved his touch, the feel of his hands on you, the sensation of his cock, letting him take complete control of you and he knew that. Trent let a line of spit drop down onto your ass. His saliva running between your ass cheeks. You bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.  

“Baby!” You whined when suddenly, you felt him place a finger on your asshole and you gasped, tensed, surprised by the sensation.

“Shhh, baby. Relax. You’re a good girl.” He whispered to you and you mewled as his finger began to circle, massaging you. "Let me take care of you. I know what you like.” And not a minute later he started to push his finger in. He pushed gently, and you felt yourself opening to him, his finger sliding into your tight hole. You thrust your hips back, wordlessly begging for him to keep going. So he did. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and you cried out, your body trembling on the edge of another release. "That's it, let me make you feel good, cum for me again," he urged, his finger curling inside you as he pounded into your pussy. "Let go, baby." Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as you came around his cock and finger. Trent followed, his own release claiming him, his cock throbbing as he filled your pussy once more. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you breathing heavily. 

"That was..." he began, but you placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"No words," you whispered, snuggling into his embrace. "Just hold me." And he did, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. You lay there, content in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passionate encounter warming your bodies and souls.

You knew he loved you in these moments. Sex aside, though you could feel it then too, but after as he held you. The way his hands felt on you, the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel, all of it made you sure. His movements were so tender yet all consuming. He made you feel like nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Downstairs, privy to all the audio that was coming from Trent’s room, Noah was still on the couch with Layla. He shifted a little under her, now fully aware of their close predicament. He didn’t want to wake her but he also wasn’t sure if she wanted to be so close, so intimate then she had ever been before with him.  Noah’s arm was draped around her shoulder… but was he meant to move it? Layla was nestled into his side, her head resting gently on his shoulder, her lips in a soft sleepy pout. They were friends and he knew what she looked like, but right now, she looked different. She looked beautiful in fact and not in the way he thought she was when you were all  out at parties.  But when her body shifting on his. Noah’s body stiffened slightly as he felt Layla begin to stir against him. Her soft breaths against his chest shifted, and he could tell she was waking up. Her hand, still splayed over his stomach, twitched slightly as she adjusted, her cheek still pressed against his shoulder. He should’ve moved, maybe shifted her away gently, but something in the moment stopped him. His body stayed as is but his eyes lingering on her immediately snapped back to the tv, attempting to be nonchalant with his jaw tightening ever so slightly as his thoughts raced. Layla’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her lashes brushing his shirt as she blinked up at him. She noticed how she was nestled into his side, her lips slightly parted in surprise at the intimate position. But instead of pulling away, she stayed there, her body warm and soft against his.

“Sorry…” she whispered, her voice quiet and raspy from sleep. There was a hesitation in her tone, as if she wasn’t sure if she’d crossed some unspoken line. But when Noah didn’t move, didn’t flinch, she relaxed again, sinking into the comfort of his arm still draped protectively around her. “Hi…” she giggled softly, mildly embarrassed and yet interestingly, comfortable. Her cheeks flushing as her gaze met his. Noah’s heart skipped a beat, but he masked it with a casual grin, finally tearing his eyes from the TV to look down at her. 

“You look confused,” Noah chuckled, his smirk teasing as he looked down at Layla. “You’re in T’s living room.” He smirked. Layla looked around. She blinked a few times, her gaze shifting around the room as she adjusted to the dim light of Trent’s house. Her head tilted slightly as if trying to piece everything together.

“I know,” she muttered, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Sorry. Long day. So, did they go…?” Layla trailed off, her voice hesitant but amused, her brows raised as she flicked her gaze toward the stairs.

“Lays…” Noah began with a dramatic sigh, leaning his head back against the couch and flashing her a teasing smile. “What I wouldn’t give to have been asleep for the past hour.” Layla’s eyes widened, her lips twitching into a grin. 

“Bad?” she giggled, shifting slightly where she was still leaning against him, trying not to think too much about how comfortably her body fit with his.

“Depends who you’re asking,” Noah replied, his smirk widening. “They sounded like they were having a great time. Me, on the other hand…” He paused, letting the space be clue enough. Layla let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. 

“Lucky them,” she joked, her tone light and playful, but there was an undertone of something else there—something wistful. Noah’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second. Did she mean that? Was that something on her mind? He cleared his throat quickly, trying to steady himself. 

“Yeah… lucky them,” he agreed, though his voice sounded quieter then before. An awkward silence settled over them for a moment, the sound of the low-volume TV filling the space. Layla finally broke it, her voice soft and hesitant. 

“Yeah,” Layla whispered back, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “I didn’t crush you, did I?” Layla teased lightly, her hand gently patting his stomach as if to test for damage.

“Nah,” Noah chuckled, his grin widening. “You’re alright. Barely noticed you were there.” He was lying, of course. He’d been completely aware of her the entire time since Trent pointed it out, but he wasn’t about to admit that. Layla rolled her eyes playfully, her giggle filling the quiet room. 

“Barely, huh?” she challenged, her eyes narrowing slightly. Noah raised a brow, smirking. 

“Yeah. a little thing like you? Like a feather, really,” he teased, his hand absentmindedly brushing over her arm where it rested on him.For a moment, they just stayed like that, their laughter fading into a comfortable silence. Layla’s head rested back on his shoulder, and Noah’s arm stayed securely around her, neither of them daring to acknowledge how natural it felt.

“Are you staying over here tonight?” She broke the silence with a question. Noah hummed in confirmation, nodding slightly. 

“Yeah, figured I’d crash here. But…” He paused, suddenly second-guessing himself. “Unless—do you need me to take you to grab your car or something? I can take you now if you want.” He babbled a little. Layla glanced up at him, touched by his thoughtfulness, and gave him a small, sweet smile. 

“Erm… could you maybe tomorrow? I’m knackered.” Layla cooed. 

“Yeah, course, Lays,” Noah replied warmly, returning her smile. His voice softened as he looked at her, and for a moment, there was something unspoken hanging in the air between them, but neither of them dared to address it. Instead, they both settled back into the couch, the silence now feeling a little less heavy.

“Thanks for coming to get us earlier Noah,” Layla murmured, her voice soft as she turned her gaze to him. “Sometimes it just gets intense, especially lately, and as much as I can be there for her, sometimes it’s hard when it’s only me and I didn’t think…” She trailed off, shyly looking away, her thoughts slipping away from her grasp.

“Hey…” Noah cut her off gently, leaning forward just slightly to catch her eyes. “You can call me anytime, yeah?” His tone was so sincere it made her heart stutter in her chest. Layla swallowed hard, the warmth of his words sinking in. 

“Just… thank you. You’re really sweet to her,” she said earnestly, her voice quieter now.

“It’s nothing. Don’t mention it,” Noah replied with a shrug, but his tone carried a weight that contradicted his casual words. “My little sister, innit.” Layla nodded slowly, trying to accept the implication of his words. But her chest tightened, disappointment flickering in her eyes before she could stop it. Noah caught it, and before she could spiral, he leaned forward with a smug grin. “Being sweet to you though?” he teased, his confidence returning in full force. “Eh, that’s a little something.” He cheekily smirked. Her lips parted in surprise, and she couldn’t help but giggle, her head falling back gently against his shoulder. The moment felt light again, Noah’s cheeky charm reeling her back in so effortlessly she barely realized it was happening. But then, just as quickly, he cast her adrift again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. It was warm, reassuring—sweet, even—but the weight of it muddled her thoughts. Did he mean it as comfort, as care, or something more? Or was this just Noah being Noah? Was she merely a little sister type to him? Layla blinked, staring at the dim TV in front of them, her heart racing as she tried to figure out if she was falling for him or falling apart. Noah didn’t move, his lips brushing her hairline for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled back with a deep sigh.

“Good, yeah?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” Layla whispered back, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. 

The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Trent’s breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets as he shifted slightly to pull you even closer to him. Trent and you, both buzzing with warmth and love, your skin slightly slick with the aftermath of love making. And as safe and content as you felt. A part of you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of feeling used. A harsh remnant of Josh, a reminder of you begging Trent even when you felt bad. You wondered if you could ever move on from that. You trusted him wholeheartedly and he told you, he didn’t want you like that but the wounds Josh left still ached. His arm was draped around your waist, his hand splayed possessively over your bare stomach. His touch was warm and grounding, but even as his fingers drew lazy circles on your skin, your mind drifted elsewhere. You stared at the ceiling, the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the curtains casting shadows across the room. Your chest tightened as those memories of Josh crept in, uninvited and unwanted. The way he made you feel small, powerless, like you were nothing more than a body for him to use. You tried to shake the thought, to focus on the way Trent’s lips had whispered promises against your skin, how his hands had held you like you were precious, how different this all was, how he always made you feel like you were his entire world. But still, the ache lingered. Trent’s voice pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. 

“You alright, pretty girl?” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against your temple as his hand slid up to cradle your cheek. You hesitated, swallowing hard, debating whether or not to say anything. You felt guilty that you constantly were such an emotional mess with him. It felt unfair. He noticed your silence immediately, his brows furrowing as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Talk to me, baby,” he urged gently, his thumb stroking your cheek. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” You turned to meet his gaze, his deep brown eyes filled with nothing but concern and love. 

“I’m fine,” you whispered, but the words felt hollow, even to you. Trent didn’t buy it.  You couldn’t fool him.

“No, you’re not,” he said softly but firmly. “C’mon, Y/N, tell me.” Your lips trembled as you averted your gaze, feeling the weight of his love and the guilt of your own insecurities pressing down on you. 

“T, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, your voice breaking slightly, nuzzling into his chest unable to just be present in the moment.  He hummed, questioning your apology as his hands caressed your bareback. You hid your face in the nap of his neck, scared. “I just…” You sighed, your voice breaking slightly. “I feel like… used sometimes.” His face fell, his heart visibly breaking at your words. 

“Used?” he repeated, his voice a mixture of confusion and hurt.

“It’s not you,” you quickly clarified, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek, desperate for him to understand. “It’s… it’s just from before. What people have done in the past—how they made me feel. Like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t worth anything more than…” Your voice cracked, and tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to finish. “I just want to be good for you. I’m sorry I brought this on you. All of it.” You meekly explained but your words were muffled a little by your lips proximity to his neck. Trent moved you so he could look at you. 

“Y/N, you didn’t. I… feel like I did it to you. All these people hurting you, I worry I have hurt you.” He earnestly looked at you. You looked at his big brown eyes and you could see something you rarely saw in Trent’s eyes. There was no confidence, no cheek, just pure fear fueled by an indescribable type of love he felt for you. 

“You have done nothing but help heal me. I didn’t know anyone could even love me… but…” You paused emotions rising to the surface fast. Your eyes glazing over. “I know you love me now and it’s different because you… you make me feel like I am lovable. Like I’m worthy of that.” You sniffled, you were fighting back tears. Trent’s heart was shattered. He ached for you. Because to him you had been lovable from the day he met you. 

“Baby,” Trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re everything to me. Everything.”

“I know,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I know you don’t see me that way, T. I know you love me. But sometimes… sometimes I just can’t help feeling like…”

“Shhh,” he hushed you gently, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses. “You’re not nothing. You’ve never been nothing. Not to me, not to anyone who really knows you. You’re everything, Y/N. And I’m so sorry Josh made you feel that way. He’s a fucking coward. But you don’t have to feel like that with me, ever.” You winced hearing him even say that name. You sniffled, your hands clutching his shoulders as his words wrapped around your heart like a balm. 

“I’m trying, T,” you whispered.

“I know you are, baby. And I’m here. For as long as it takes, I’m here.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and you could see the tears welling in his own eyes. “You don’t have to be scared with me. You don’t have to be anything but you. That’s all I want.” You nodded, his words chipping away at the wall of fear and self-doubt that had been built around your heart. He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the world.  “Y/N,” Trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had begun to spill. “You’ve always been worthy. Always. From the moment I met you.” His eyes searched yours desperately, as if he could will you to believe him through sheer force of his love. You sniffled, your hands gripping his wrists as you leaned into his touch. 

“I don’t always feel that way, T,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “Josh… he made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was only good for…” You trailed off, your throat tightening as the memories threatened to overwhelm you. Trent shook his head firmly, his hands sliding down to your shoulders to anchor you. 

“Don’t,” he said softly but firmly. “Don’t let him take up any more space in your mind. He’s gone. He doesn’t get to have you anymore. Not your heart, not your thoughts, not anything. And you are not ‘good for’ anything. You are so much more than that.” You let out a shaky breath, your tears falling freely now. 

“I’m trying, T. I really am.” You doubled down desperate for him to know you were.

“I know, I know you are, baby. And I see you trying. Every single day. But you don’t have to carry all this weight on your own.” He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “I’m here. Always. You can lean on me, cry on me, scream at me if you need to. Whatever it takes, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.” His words broke something inside of you—a wall you hadn’t even realized you were still holding up. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back as sobs wracked your body. 

“I don’t deserve you,” you choked out between cries.

“Stop,” Trent whispered, his voice cracking as he held you tighter. “Don’t you dare say that. You deserve everything. You deserve love, safety, happiness—you deserve it all, Y/N. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. The sincerity in them was overwhelming, his love for you radiating in every word, every touch, every glance. 

“I love you, T,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too, pretty girl. More than you’ll ever know.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to keep loving you. Every single day. No matter what.” You nodded, a small smile breaking through your tears. For the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him. Maybe you were finally safe. Finally loved. Finally free. Trent’s warm, strong hands cradled your face with a gentleness that melted the ache in your chest. His deep brown eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering and filled with so much love it almost made your knees weak.

 “Pretty girl, listen to me,” he started, his voice soft but laced with an intensity that made your breath catch. “You are worthy of so, so much more than what’s been given to you. I love you so much it consumes me.” You sniffled, unable to stop the tears from falling, and his thumbs were quick to catch them, wiping them away. “I’ve loved you for my entire life,” Trent continued, his words cracking slightly under the weight of his emotion. “And I wish I had told you sooner, so you didn’t have to go through any of that. Because with me, baby, you’re safe. And you’re loved. Always.” His words hit you like a tidal wave, and your lip quivered as you tried to hold yourself together, though it was a losing battle. “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone the way I love you,” he confessed, his voice dropping even lower. “It’s different, Y/N, because me and you? That’s end game. I’m never leaving you. That okay?” You let out a choked giggle through your tears, nodding quickly. A few more tears slipped down your cheeks, and Trent leaned in, kissing them away one by one. “C’mon, no more tears with me, please,” he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you completely, shielding you from every bad thing in the world. “My perfect, perfect girl,” he murmured into your hair, peppering kisses across your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “Couldn’t not love you if I tried, baby.” You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into his muscle as you held onto him with your life. 

“I love you so much, T. Thank you for loving me.” You whispered. 

“Thank you for loving me, baby,” he said, pulling back just enough to press a tender kiss to your lips. “I’m the lucky one here, yeah?” He smiled at you, his dimples deep and his face glowing with sincerity. You felt like you might burst from the overwhelming emotion, but in the best way possible. “Promise me you’re okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a soft smile. “With you… Always.”

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, this one slow and unhurried, as if he wanted to pour every ounce of his love into you. And as his lips met yours, you knew that, with Trent, you were finally home.

The kitchen was charged with tension as Jack leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring at you with furrowed brows. His tone carried an edge of betrayal.

“Well, it’s just a little shitty, isn’t it?” he repeated, his expression perplexed. You’d let it slip—accidentally, of course—that you, Layla, Noah, and Trent had all been together the other night. You regretted mentioning it instantly, especially since you were moments away from leaving the house and were now trapped under Jack’s interrogation.

“Jack… it’s not like that. Noah just helped us out with a ride, and we went to T’s,” you tried to explain, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. Jack wasn’t having it. 

“Without me? Like, those are my mates, Y/N,” he shot back, his hurt evident in his voice. Before you could respond, Trent walked back into the room. His presence was calm yet commanding, wearing a casual, almost nonchalant expression as he strolled toward you. Without a word, he pulled your chair back, motioning for you to stand up. Then, smoothly, he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. You smiled softly as his arms wrapped protectively around your waist, the gesture grounding you instantly. You adjusted the fallen strap of the white knit top you were in, Trent pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder for good measure, but the casual intimacy made Jack roll his eyes. “So you lot are hanging out without me now?” Jack repeated, this time addressing Trent directly. Trent sighed, his calm demeanor never wavering, though you could feel the subtle tension in his body as he sensed your discomfort. He kissed your shoulder again before speaking. 

“Mate, gonna be honest here ‘cause I’m tired of all the secrets,” Trent said, pausing to look up at you. “That alright?” You hesitated but nodded, trusting him completely. “Y/N and Layla went to lunch, and Layla told Y/N something that was… hard to hear,” Trent began, choosing his words carefully. “To cope, they got drunk. They didn’t wanna call you or me, so Noah came through. He brought them to mine because Y/N was upset. Simple as.” Jack absorbed the information, his expression softening slightly, though confusion and concern lingered. 

“Yeah…” he muttered. “But what had you so upset?” You opened your mouth to respond, but Trent was quicker. 

“Found out Jess is the one that sent that video of Y/N and me to Josh,” he said bluntly, his tone calm, almost eerily so. Jack’s jaw dropped, his wide eyes darting between the two of you. 

“Shut up,” he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Nah, mate, dead serious,” Trent replied. His voice remained steady as his thumb brushed soft, soothing circles on your waist, his other hand resting protectively on your thigh. “And trust me, we’re all fuming. Hurt, even. I know she’s Meg’s best friend too, so we’re just… taking this one as it comes.” Jack looked visibly rattled, running a hand through his hair. 

“She’ll be there tonight…” he said hesitantly, almost like a warning.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna ignore that she is,” Trent responded calmly. “It’s not the time. I’m not having that conversation when anyone’s been drinking.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze, his steady presence anchoring you in the moment.

“Wow…” Jack muttered, shaking his head as though trying to process it all. “Genuinely in shock. And we know this for sure?" He asked and Trent nodded with certainty. "What the fuck…” He turned to you, his expression softening as concern finally outweighed his frustration. “You alright?” You shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice cracking. Instead, you leaned your head onto Trent’s shoulder, letting his quiet strength soothe the emotional storm brewing inside you. His hand shifted to rub gentle circles on your back, silently telling you it was okay to feel however you needed to. Jack watched the two of you, his frustration visibly melting into a mix of empathy and protectiveness.

 “Well, it’ll be alright. If there’s anything you need tonight,  you just say, yeah?” he offered softly. You nodded, still resting against Trent. 

 “I’ve got you tonight, hmm.” Trent murmured quietly, pressed a kiss to your temple. 

You all were at said party tonight. It was a friend of a friend, Matthew. He didn’t play football but he had a lot of friends who did, Trent included and unfortunately, a lot of other footballers, you were just praying none of which were Josh. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

“You alright, baby?” Trent whispered, kissing behind your ear as you stood in the kitchen of Matthew’s house. You nodded, placing your hands over his as they rested on your stomach, his fingers idly playing with the chunky belt looped through your tiny leopard shorts you were in. You had stayed close to him the entire night. You just had a sixth sense that Josh somehow would be there, that he could ruin your night. You thought you were in the clear. You were happy and safe in Trent’s arms hours into the party. But you made one false, oh so innocent move. 

You popped off to the bathroom by yourself. It was dimly lit and suffocatingly small, suddenly felt even more oppressive. You were just washing your hands, the cool water flowing over your trembling fingers. Something felt off. You could feel something, it wasn’t explicable in terms of normal perception but something wasn’t right. The faint buzz of the party outside was a distant hum, barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat. And then, the handle of the door began to turn, and your head snapped toward it. 

“Sorry! Someone’s in here, yeah?” you called out softly, your voice shaky as you reached to hold the door shut. The resistance you felt on the other side was sharp, aggressive. Before you could process what was happening, the door slammed open with a force that made you stumble back in your heels. Josh’s broad frame filled the doorway. His presence was overwhelming, his eyes dark and venomous, and clearly wasted. Your mouth fell open in shock, your body frozen in place as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the silence. Your eyes wide as you watched Josh barge into the small room caging you in. Your breathing had gone ragged. You couldn’t focus. You were so terrified.  “What the fuck!” You screamed. “What—what the fuck are you doing?” you stammered, your voice breaking. Your legs were rooted to the ground, panic rendering you immobile. Josh didn’t answer. His lips curled into a sneer as he moved closer, his steps predatory. The air around you felt heavier with every inch he closed between you.

“Shut the fuck up, whore. Think you can embarrass me now?” he spat, his voice low and menacing. Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your throat. The force was immediate, his fingers digging into your skin as he shoved you back against the cold drywall. The impact sent a jarring pain through your skull, and you whimpered, tears stinging your eyes.

“Josh, stop!” you managed to choke out, your voice strangled by his grip, desperate for him to leave you alone. His hand slid down your neck, calloused and rough, until it reached the delicate butterfly necklace you had worn for ages. The necklace, a gift from Trent, that held more meaning than words could convey. Josh hooked his finger around the chain, his face twisted with a cruel smirk, and yanked it hard. The snap of the chain was deafening. The pendant left your skin with a searing absence, a piece of yourself ripped away in an instant. “Please stop!” you cried, your hands instinctively reaching for his arm, trying to push him away. Your nails scratched at his skin, desperate for him to let you go. “I’m done, okay?” you sobbed, your voice cracking as tears streamed down your face. You tried to maneuver around him, to escape the confines of the small room, but he blocked your path.

“You’re done when I say you’re fucking done,” he growled, his voice dripping with malice. 

“N…no! Stop!” You cried but your protest fell on Josh’s deaf ears. He wasn’t interested. He kissed your neck, his cold hands burned against your skin, roaming your body, touching places only Trent should’ve. You tried struggling but your body was in a state of pure shock, it felt like jello, your mind started to fall into oblivion. “Please.” You sobbed. You tried to shove his head away or hit him but he wouldn’t let you go. If anything, your resistance was just making him more angry. The fight leaving your body as you realized you had no way out. No one could hear you over the music of the party and Josh was too strong. His hands grabbed at your shoulders with fury, his strength overwhelming as he spun you around and shoved you against the marble sink. The edge of the sink bit into your lower back, the pain sharp and immediate. You crumbled to the floor, your body shaking as you gasped for air. Every breath felt like a struggle, the terror gripping you tighter than his hands ever could. Josh loomed over you, his shadow swallowing the light, his presence suffocating. You pressed yourself into the cold tile, your body trembling as you stared up at him, desperate for an escape.

Outside, the party was in full swing. Music pulsed through the air, and the low hum of chatter and laughter created an almost hypnotic background noise. Layla stood near the kitchen island, nursing a half-empty glass of wine as she casually chatted with a friend. She wasn’t fully tuned into the conversation, though. Her eyes kept darting toward the hallway. She thought you’d said you were going to the loo almost ten minutes ago, but you hadn’t come back yet.

“Where is she?” Layla muttered under her breath, her brow furrowing.

“What?” the friend asked, but Layla just waved them off. She scanned the room, her stomach twisting. It wasn’t like you to be gone this long, not without her accompanying you to gossip in there or something. She stepped closer to the kitchen counter where Jack stood pouring himself another drink. 

“T?” Layla said his name sheepishly, tapping Trent on the shoulder instead of addressing Jack.

“Alright, Lay?” Trent asked, turning his head to look at her. He could feel it, see it in her eyes. Something wasn’t right. 

“Y/N, said the loo, right?” she asked quietly, her voice tight. Trent’s brow furrowed, and his grip on the glass in his other hand tightened slightly. 

“What do you mean? She said she was going to the bathroom,” he replied, his voice calm but with an underlying concern that only Layla picked up on.

“She’s been gone too long,” Layla murmured, glancing back toward the hallway. “I even texted her, but no answer.” Trent’s entire demeanor shifted. His muscles tensed, and his normally soft expression hardened. 

“What do you mean too long?” His voice dropped slightly, the worry creeping in. Jack overheard this and turned to face Layla, his brows knitting together. 

“What’s going on?” Jack asked confused. 

“I don’t know,” Layla admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “She said she was going to the bathroom, but she’s been gone for ages.” Trent didn’t wait for more information. He set his drink down with a sharp clink and moved quickly toward the corridor. His stride was purposeful, his jaw clenched. Layla followed behind, her heart pounding in her chest. Jack hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the others still laughing and drinking, before muttering a curse under his breath and hurrying after them. As Trent turned into the hallway, the muffled sound of voices reached his ears. It wasn’t laughter or casual conversation—it was heated, angry. And then, the sound that made his blood run cold: a soft gasp, followed by a thud. Without hesitation, Trent broke into a run down the hallway. Layla’s voice called out behind him, but he didn’t hear it. All he could focus on was the source of that sound and the overwhelming need to get to you.

Trent’s stride quickened, his body rigid as adrenaline coursed through him. Layla and Jack followed, but their voices sounded distant compared to the pounding in his ears. He didn’t need to hear the gasping breaths or the venomous words spilling from Josh to know something was very, very wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He reached the bathroom door and froze for a split second, his hand on the handle, his heart racing. It was locked. He could hear you sobbing and he felt sick. A blinding rage surged through him, and then the door slammed open with a thunderous crack as Trent's kick sent it flying into the wall. His wide frame filled the doorway, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, and his eyes dark with unrestrained fury. He barely registered anything else but the sight of you against the sink, tears streaming down your face, and Josh's hand gripping your throat again, the strap of your top aggressively torn down your arm. You were up against the sink, Josh assaulting you, standing over you, towering like a predator, a smug, satisfied look plastered across his face, the sight in front of him made his stomach drop.

“Get the fuck off her! I’ll fucking kill you!” Trent roared, his voice booming like a clap of thunder. His hand shot out, grabbing the back of Josh's shirt with so much force it yanked him backward and off balance. Josh stumbled, his grip on you breaking, as Trent slammed him against the opposite wall with a guttural growl. "That's my fucking girlfriend!" Trent shouted, his words vibrating through the small bathroom. The sheer rage in his voice made Josh freeze for a split second, but then Trent's fist connected with his face in a bone-crunching punch. The impact was so brutal that Josh's head snapped to the side, blood immediately spraying onto the tiled wall. You crumpled to the floor, your back sliding down the sink as you gasped for air. Your chest heaved, tears blurring your vision as you tried to process what was happening. Jack stormed in behind Trent, his face a mixture of panic and fury, and he dropped to his knees beside you.

"Y/N, I've got you. C'mere, l've got you," Jack murmured, his voice trembling as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"Get her out of here!" Trent bellowed without looking back, his focus solely on Josh. Another punch landed square on Josh's jaw, sending him sliding to the floor.  Josh struggled, trying to push Trent off, but Trent’s strength was fueled by pure rage, an unrelenting force that Josh couldn’t match. Jack scooped you up in his arms, cradling you as if you might break, and carried you out of the room. The sight of your tear-streaked face only fueled Trent's anger. Naturally a crowd formed in the hallway at the chaos unfolding. Josh shoved Trent off of him, a full brawl ensuing, managing to catch Trent now with a clean left hook.  

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Her. Again," Trent growled, punctuating each word with a punch. Josh's face was now bloodied and swollen, but he still managed to spit out a defiant, smug smile.

"Oh I’ve fucking touched her, mate, and you know I have." Josh spit. "Don’t you fucking worry about that," Josh slurred, his voice weak but dripping with venom. The taunt was a mistake. Trent didn't feel the sting of the punch Josh landed. His adrenaline was surging too hard, his only focus was on making sure Josh couldn't hurt you ever again. Trent lunged forward again, grabbing Josh by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The sound of the impact echoed in the small bathroom, loud enough to make people in the hallway flinch.

"Touch her again, I swear to God-" Trent growled, his voice low and dangerous, before landing another brutal punch to Josh's jaw. The sickening crunch of bone made the crowd in the hallway collectively gasp.

"Trent! That's enough!" Layla's panicked voice cut through the chaos as she pushed her way into the room. Jack held you just behind her in the hallway, your trembling body in his arms. Your sobs were muffled against his chest, but they fueled the tension in the room. Josh, now slumped against the wall, spat blood onto the tiled floor. 

"You think you've won something, mate?" he slurred, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "What you got that whore to finally fuck you? Congrats lad. Easy work. I’ve fucked her too.” The words ignited something primal in Trent. He pulled his arm back to swing again, but Noah stormed into the bathroom and grabbed him.

"Trent, stop! You'll fucking kill him!" Noah shouted, straining to hold Trent back as he thrashed against him.

"He deserves it!" Trent roared, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on Josh like a predator ready to pounce. Jack picked you up again and carried you further down the hallway, away from the chaos.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You're safe, Y/N. He can't hurt you anymore," Jack murmured, his voice cracking as he tried to calm you.

“I didn’t…” you gasped, your voice cracking as you struggled to breathe, the sobs wracking your entire body. “I’m sorry… I didn’t…” you wailed, your cries sharp and broken. The words spilled out in hysteria, the sheer weight of the moment overwhelming you.

“Shhh, you’re fine. You’re safe. I got you,” Jack murmured, his voice gentle but firm, trying to anchor you. He held you tightly, one hand rubbing circles on your back, the other cradling your head. But it wasn’t enough.

“T…” You cried desperate for him. “Where’s my T?!” you sobbed, your voice desperate as you turned your tear-streaked face towards Jack. “I’m sorry! I didn’t … I didn’t… He just…” Your cries grew louder, and Jack felt your entire body arch in his arms, almost as if you were physically searching for Trent. Terrified as if someone how people would’ve perceived that you had welcomed Josh into that room. But that wasn’t the case. “I need T.” You continued to sob. Jack’s heart sank. He felt the shift—the undeniable truth he had been trying to avoid, suppress, and rationalize. You weren’t crying for him. You didn’t find solace in his embrace anymore. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. And in that moment, Jack finally accepted it. It was Trent. It had always been Trent.

"Not like this, mate. Not here," Noah said firmly, shoving Trent back toward the door. Josh was badly beat up. Even though Noah thought about, another blow from him, would’ve only made matters worse. Layla grabbed Trent's arm, trying to ground him as his fists clenched and unclenched, still itching for another punch. Josh laughed weakly from the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. 

"You think this is over?" he sneered, though his voice was weaker now.

"Fuck you. Get him the fuck out of here," Trent said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Josh.  He stepped back, his chest still rising and falling in rapid breaths as he turned toward the doorway. Noah nodded, motioning for two other partygoers to help drag Josh out of the bathroom and out of the house. As Josh was pulled away, Trent immediately panicked searching for you. 

“Shhh, he’s coming. He’s here. Gonna be alright. He loves you, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay.” Jack whispered, his voice catching as he looked down at you. He felt a mix of emotions—protectiveness, heartbreak, and a strange sense of relief that you had someone who clearly mattered to you this much. Almost as if summoned, Trent appeared in the other room, his chest heaving and his fists bloodied. His eyes immediately found yours, and they softened despite the storm still raging behind them, the fury replaced with pure concern. He dropped to his knees in front of you. 

“Baby,” Trent breathed, crouching down in front of you. His hands hovered over you, afraid to touch at first, as if you might break under his fingertips, unsure if it was okay to touch you. But when your eyes met his, and the dam broke. You burst into fresh sobs. 

“T,” you sobbed, reaching out for him with trembling hands. He immediately grabbed you, pulling you into his arms, clinging to him as Jack carefully passed you into Trent's arms. Jack watched as Trent scooped you into his arms without hesitation, his hold firm and protective.

“C’mere, baby. I’m here. I got you, yeah?” He whispered, holding you tightly, his embrace safe and warm. "No one is gonna hurt you now." He whimpered, struggling to reign in his own emotions.

"I’m so sorry.” You wailed, shaking in his arms. “I was so scared," you whimpered. 

"I know. I know.” He sighed. “I've got you now, pretty girl. Nothing to be sorry for. You don’t apologize to me.” Trent murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face in your hair. “You're safe. I swear, you're safe, I promise. I’m so sorry." Trent murmured, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were to him. You collapsed against Trent, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Your sobs slowed but didn’t stop, your face pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you. Jack took a step back, his arms now empty, and for the first time, it didn’t feel like a loss. It felt right. He watched as Trent held you, his best friend proving with every fiber of his being that he was exactly who you needed. “You’re okay, baby,” Trent whispered again, kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you. Always. I'm so sorry." Trent sniffled fighting back tears seeing the finger print shaped bruise darkening on your neck.

Devon appeared behind Layla, his face pale, his steps hesitant as he took in the chaotic scene. Layla stood frozen, her wide eyes locked on you sobbing, memories of moments ago in the hallway where muffled shouts and sounds of impact echoed through the air. She didn’t know what to do. Her hands trembled at her sides as if the weight of the moment had paralyzed her. Noah walked by, his jaw clenched, his entire body taut with tension. He had backed Trent up but as he passed Layla, something made him pause. He caught sight of her trembling figure, and instinct kicked in.

“I’m gonna go find Matthew, maybe call the police,” Devon muttered hurriedly, glancing back at the scene before disappearing deeper into the house. His words were clipped, almost robotic, as if he too was trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Sure, sure,” Layla muttered distractedly, her voice distant as her eyes darted from the hallway to the kitchen, then back again. Her hands wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from shattering. Noah stopped in his tracks, torn. He wanted to check on you and Trent, Jack too, but seeing Layla like this—a small, terrified figure in the corner—made him hesitate.

“Hey,” Noah said softly, stepping closer to her. He could see the panic in her eyes, the way her breaths were short and shallow. “You alright?” Layla didn’t answer immediately. She was too focused on the sound of your sobs, the memory of seeing Josh bleeding, and Trent’s shouts of rage.

“I should’ve stayed with her. I shouldn’t have left her alone,” Layla whispered, her voice cracking.

“You couldn’t have known this was gonna happen,” Noah reassured her, his voice steady but gentle. He wasn’t trying to move to Layla like that, not right not; he just knew she shouldn’t be left alone right now. Not with everything spiraling out of control.

“She’s my best friend,” Layla whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “She went there and came out sobbing, with bruises around her neck, clothes ripped, and I’m here, useless.” Noah stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“You’re not useless, Lay. You’re here. She’s safe now. Trent’s got her, alright?” He glanced toward the hallway, then back at Layla. Red and blue police lights beginning to flood the rooms. 

The chaos in the house had reached its peak. The police arrived, blue and red light flashes leaking into the house, ushering everyone into separate spaces, were doing their best to control the situation, but it was clear the tension was far from resolved. You huddled in the corner, shaking, your body still trembling from the onslaught of emotions, the fight, and the sheer terror that had overtaken you. Trent was holding you, the only thing you recognized was the sound of his heartbeat, everything else felt foreign, his arms wrapped around you with gentle urgency, pulling you close to him as if he could shield you from everything that had happened. The sounds of yelling, Josh complaining he was the victim, and shuffling from the other side of the room faded into the background as Trent whispered reassurances to you. Trent was quick to answer any questions and faced no repercussions, he came out unscathed in the grand scheme but he’d do it with a million charges if it meant keeping you safe. His face had lost his color, but his presence was unwavering. He kept his grip tight on your hand, his eyes never leaving you as he tried to make sure you were okay.  But no amount of comforting could wash away the sight of Josh being escorted out, his angry words still echoing in the air.

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How to engage and walk up to rpers

Pros and tips

• Have a reason

Make a hook/reason for your character to interact with others. Do they need a magical item appraised? Seek out mages or magic users. Noticed they’re of the same nation or faction? Channel that sense of unity and community. Seeking healing for an aliment? Find a priest, druid, evoker, monk, paladin or shaman that can aid you. Looking to rob someone? Find a weaker character and single them out. Searching for a lost relatives? Ask the locals if anyone has seen them.

These can all be as long term or short term as you’d like.

Strongly encourage reading others’ hooks to see if any stand out to you.

• Put your desired themes in your trp and read others

Stating your themes helps you attract that crowd as well as state exactly what you’re looking for. You can branch out into other themes obviously, but a general idea of main themes helps people know what to expect or avoid. Some people may not like noble rp or dark rp and that’s okay.

• Ask questions

Inquire about people’s characters from a in character perspective. People love being given a chance to gush about their characters. It also gives you a better feel for what character and personality they’re trying to write.

• Don’t be afraid of unplanned or planned rp

People have their reasons for not liking one another, but stepping out of your comfort zone can lead to some cool stories. Both have their pros and cons.

• For flirty characters

There’s a line of flirty and sexual harassment. Some of you don’t know the difference. Groping or ass slapping? Assault. Making acomment on sexual features? Creepy. Making a clever joke, saying a romantic line or pick up? Flirting.

Try to be aware of how people are feeling. Remember that boundaries and expectations vary from every rper. If you’re uncertain about something, whisper them. Communication is half the battle.

• For mean or aggressive characters

You can play a mean and aggressive character that is easy to write with, but no one wants to be your rp verbal punching bag. Be witty and clever with insults, get creative. Do not randomly walk up to people and start insulting them or berating them. Remember that mean people still have other ranges of emotions other than asshole. They can have triggers, soft spots and other interactions asides from hostility.

A cool concept or angle would be writing a mean or aggressive person who is actively trying to change their ways. Whether they fail or not is up to you.

• For characters with high ranks positions or lots of power (whether magical, physical, political, etc)

No one likes someone flaunting around their rp titles while expecting everyone to rp their way. Irl or even in the games lore do you see Ashbringer constantly lord over others about it, or Anduin reminding everyone in the room that he is the prince and very important.

People in power never have to speak on their power.

Show your character’s power in subtle ways. Is it the armor or dresses they wear? Maybe a noblewoman is always preened or encased in jewelry. A powerful Paladin who’s seen many battles can have opulent armor and be decorated in medals.

Another way you can express power is the gap between powers. If you’re rich, you may not think about the poor or “smaller” issues in the world. If you’re powerful, you may have experienced within wars or physical effects from your growth (dark veins for dark magic, stretch marks and scars on rippling muscle, an aura specific to your magic type).

Show don’t tell.

I hope you enjoyed this post. Everyone has a specific rp style and no one rper is the same. These are just general tips to help people who may be struggling or wondering why they aren’t getting walk ups, not a set of rules.

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[mirananananan]

i’m so dead still thinking about that moment in the punisher where frank was trying to comfort (?) amy when she had just shot someone and she was like, “wtf omg i just killed someone,” and frank was like, “oh no, you sweet summer flower, you just shot him,” *turns and shoots* “i killed him, see?”

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Finally made a Parapluesch OC, introducing Mama Oz ♥ (Patreon)