#I'll probably be too tired to do it tonight but maybe tomorrow

[somegrumpynerd]

Sssshhhh the stars are eepy

[dandyshucks]

its so fun doing goofy things just on instinct and then suddenly thinking "damn F/O would love me for that"

[yikesmary]

options — choi seungcheol x reader

summary: where cheol tries his best to make sure your pregnancy cravings are satisfied—by buying what seems to be the whole convenience store

notes: this can be seen as a pt. 2 to this one shot I wrote back in June of last year (I did not know it's been that long since that has been posted wtf), but it can also be seen as a standalone. I got a burst of inspiration suddenly, so enjoy the one shot! <3

disclaimer: I am not pregnant, so whatever I write about pregnancy is through pure guessing, and also, if I decide to google it! so yeah :)

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"Did you leave any food for the other customers who might want to eat tonight?" you asked in amusement, watching Seungcheol put what seemed like the fifth plastic bag filled with food from the convenience store onto the table.

"Well, you kept on texting me things the baby might want, so I decided to get everything you've been craving and maybe some things that might work," Seungcheol explained, a bit out of breath from how many times he had to go back and forth.

"Baby, don't you think this is a bit too much? I don't even think baby girl will want a fourth of these," you said, rubbing your pregnant belly.

Ever since you and Seungcheol found out you were pregnant, he had become an even more attentive husband, if possible. He had insisted that you were not allowed to lift a single finger throughout your pregnancy, saying that you shouldn't get tired.

You had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night? He would wake up the second you called his name, helping you from the bed and waiting outside the bathroom to make sure you didn't fall in or something (it had happened once, and Seungcheol was both worried and amused at the time). You were hungry? Seungcheol was already ordering something from a food delivery app or cooking one of the doctor-approved dishes that he taught himself to make.

He also made sure all of your pregnancy cravings were satisfied, which was why you've found yourself with what must've been the entire convenience store stock in your home. "So where do we start?" you asked, watching as he brought out a ton of different food out of the bags—chips, samgak (and regular) kimbap, ramen packs, and even ice cream from the bags.

"We should probably see if baby wants the already made food, and the ice cream can be a dessert?" He suggested, but you were already eyeing up your favorite ice cream from even before you got pregnant.

Seungcheol saw that you were looking at the ice cream and without fail, gave it to you before going to the freezer in order to put the rest in so they don't melt. "Thank you," you grinned, a mouthful of ice cream, which made him shake his head in endearment.

"Here, smell this," he said, giving you an open bag of chips.

You looked at him weirdly, yet smelled it. "It smells... like chips?" you said and smelt it one more time just to be sure.

"Does the baby want this?" He asked.

"Oh, not really," you shook your head, and he closed up the chip bag and proceeded to grab another bag, presumably to do the same.

"This one?" Seungcheol asked, giving you what looked like the last item, which was a cup tteokbokki.

"Oh, yeah!" You excitedly said.

"Really?!"

"No, I just wanted to make you happy, but the baby's really not liking it," you sighed.

Seungcheol sighed, which made you feel guiltier, as he had bought all of this food, and it was nothing you were currently craving. "I'm so sorry, Cheol. Maybe I can eat something—" you were saying as you were picking up a package of sweet bread, but quickly dropped it once the smell hit your nose.

"No, you shouldn't have to force yourself to eat if you don't like it. It's not your fault our daughter might just be the pickiest eater ever. I'll just bring all of this to practice tomorrow and the guys can eat all of it," Seunghceol shrugged.

You still felt guilty, which he must've seen by the look on your face, which prompted him to grab you gently so he could give you a hug. "Maybe there's something in the fridge?" He suggested, holding your hand and using his thumb to caress the back of your hand.

You thought about it for a moment before releasing Seungcheol's hand, to which he pouted when you did and walked towards the refrigerator. You looked through the fridge, but nothing caught your eye.

Until a bright orange Tupperware lid caught your attention and you grabbed it. Once you opened it, you looked at Seungcheol sheepishly. "I found something to eat.." you said.

Seungcheol stood up walked over to you and looked at the Tupperware. "Isn't this the japchae Mingyu and Jun made?" he asked, and you nodded.

"I guess I'm gonna have to ask them to make you japchae every time you crave it. Or learn it myself,"

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[judyvan]

Keep It Down (The Movie Night) - Matt Sturniolo Fanfic

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The Movie Night

Summary: You desperately want Matt, but his brothers are in the house. Will you be able to contain yourself to avoid the awkwardness?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: This is my first fanfic. Interactions are appreciated. This story has multiple parts, this is the first one. Please don't steal my shit. Thanks!💋

To read the second part click here.

To read the last part (The Morning After) click here.

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"WHATTT WAS THAT?!?" Nick exclaims as the little boy in the center of the screen is swept away by a big monster.

      After a long day of hanging out with your boyfriend and his brothers, you're watching A Quiet Place back at their house. Matt Sturniolo, your long time boyfriend, saw the movie on Netflix and suggested that you guys watch it. His brothers, Nick and Chris, asked if they could join in.

"Okay. That's enough of this. I don't want to watch this stupid movie anymore," Chris says. "I cannot sit here and watch this movie if they aren't going to talk. It makes no sense. It's just dumb."

"Well, maybe Chris if you would just SHUT THE FUCK UP and watch the movie you would actually know what's going on!" Nick shouts back.

"No forget this. I'm just going to go to bed."

"Motherfucker you are not going to go lay down in my room without me in there," Nick says back.

"Looks like you'll be accompanying me then. Huh?"

"I guess I'll just finish the movie with you guys tomorrow, unless you plan on watching the rest of it tonight," Nick says, following Chris towards his room, looking back at you and Matt.

     Chris typically decides to sleep in his brothers' rooms. He picks a different sibling depending on his mood that day. Whenever you're over, he sleeps with Nick.

"We are going to keep watching the movie, but we will probably just go to my room," Matt starts. "I don't know if we will finish it or not though. I am kind of tired."

"Okay, you two," Nick starts with a smirk, "Goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite." He waves at you and Matt, fluttering his fingers and batting his eyes in a sarcastically flirty manner.

"Goodnight you guys," Chris says, mocking Nick's movements.

     You hear the pair bickering as they walk towards Nick's room, shoving each other back and forth.

     "Do you want to go to my room to finish watching the movie or should we stay here on the couch and watch it?" Matt asks.

      You can see the drowsiness in his eyes as he looks at you. It was pretty late at night and you were starting to feel tired too.

     "Let's just go to your room and watch it so we can lay down. I'm about ready for bed too." A giggle follows your response slightly before it is taken over by a big yawn.

      When you open your eyes, you see that your yawn spread to Matt. He now has his eyes closed, his mouth opens wide, and his head tilts back as he inhales deeply. As soon as his eyes open, they make direct contact with yours. The two of you laugh softly. Matt then picks up the remote and turns off the T.V. 

      He then begins to walk towards the kitchen, carrying the snacks that the four of you were eating in hopes of having a successful movie night. Obviously, that idea ended almost as soon as it started. As Matt begins to throw away things that are not able to be kept and putting the things that can be saved back in their place, you make your way over to the fridge.

     "Do you want me to grab you something to drink?" you say, pulling out a water bottle for yourself.

     "No I'm fine. Can I just share with you?"

     "Obviously not," you say sarcastically.

     The two of you leave the kitchen. Matt leads and you follow as he turns off the remaining lights in the house that don't stay on overnight. As you guys walk towards his room, you hear a lot of noise coming from Nick's room. Matt gives you a playful look and walks towards Nick's door. Without knocking, Matt barges in while you observe from the doorway. Nick and Chris are making TikTok dance videos.

     "You two don't look like you're very ready for bed," Matt says laughing.

     "Oh, shut up Matt," Nick says walking up to him and pushing him out of the door. "You messed us up."

     "Yeah, Matt. Shouldn't you be kissing your girlfriend or something?" Chris says sticking his tongue out as Nick shuts the door.

     "Fuck you guys," Matt yells back at the closed door, laughing.

     The two of you go into Matt's room and start to get ready for bed.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 100 (Conrad Puts a Ring on It!)

A fresh fluttering of snowflakes coated the stones beneath Heather's feet. Gord's paws left prints in the cold white powder as they climbed the small hill from Dachshund's Creek back to their home on Sable Square. She spotted the police detail who'd hovered in the neighbourhood since the body turned up at the docks, but she wouldn't let their presence dampen her spirit tonight.

The air was peaceful, with families gathered indoors to celebrate the night before Winterfest. Gord shook off crystals from his long fur, and Heather kicked the snow from her boots before heading back inside.

The house was peaceful, too, and she took off her outdoor gear to head back upstairs. She found Conrad perfecting the decorations on the tree. "Are they both asleep?"

"Lavender's out at least until she's hungry again, and Ash knows the sooner he goes to sleep the sooner he can open more presents." Conrad chuckled. "But I doubt he's actually sleeping."

"Thanks for getting them both down. I thought maybe we could watch Devin Villareal's new movie, Winterfest to the Rafters, on Simflix. At least until I fall asleep on the sofa... Why are you looking at me like that?"

"We can watch whatever you want," he said. " But I want to say something first."

He dropped to one knee, opening the ring box in his hand. "Oh my Watcher! Conrad!" Heather tried to keep her excited voice low, afraid to wake the kids.

"The night I asked you to marry me was a whirlwind. I meant everything I said, but I didn't plan it right, and we've been through enough together that I should have. We're probably not going to do everything traditionally, but my dad told me 'a ring says you're ready for forever.' And I should've done this the night I asked because I've been ready for forever with you from our first date in the city. I'm ready for forever with all of us."

Heather was practically speechless as she tried on the gorgeous rose gold diamond ring. "It's beautiful, Conrad. But you know I didn't need a ring for me to trust your commitment to us. No matter what we go through, you show us every day."

"Tell me we'll spend the rest of our lives living up to the promise of that ring, and that's all I'll ever need."

"I promise." She pulled him in for a kiss, the ring adding weight to her hand as she wrapped her arms around his back. The ring felt new and she'd have to get used to it, but the real weight of the ring wasn't in ounces and carats. Like Conrad said, it meant forever. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Can I come out now?" Ash's muffled voice behind his bedroom door interrupted their embrace, and he raced out to see the ring. "Do you like it, mommy? I said you would!"

Heather laughed. "You were right. I really love it!"

Ash turned to Conrad with an excited grin, reaching up his arms for a hug. "I told you she'd love it!"

"You're the smartest kid I know, buddy. I never doubted you."

"Can I stay up and watch a Winterfest movie with you tonight?"

Heather shook her head. "What happened to going to sleep so you can wake up to open presents sooner? You don't want to be tired tomorrow. After we have breakfast we're going to Henford, and I have it on good authority Father Clement has your grandparents' house on his route, too."

"But I'm too excited to sleep!"

Behind the door to Lavender's room, they heard her stirring. She never woke in a bad mood, but she babbled for help from her crib. Heather turned to Conrad with a smile. "She's hungry, I'll feed her."

"And I'll help Ash count z's 'til he's asleep," said Conrad, shuffling him back to bed while Heather entered her daughter's room. Lavender nursed quietly, staring at the bright lights on the tree with keen interest. The quiet moment gave Heather time to stare at her ring as she stroked her daughter's hair.

It took effort to get Lavender back to sleep. She could probably sense the excitement, and as a wiggly infant she always wanted to be where the action was.

But Lavender was so good. Sweet and happy. Maybe that's just how Conrad made babies. They'd have to have another for Heather to know for sure... She pulled herself back from her meandering thoughts. She worked too much, and he was climbing the ranks at the station. Ash and Lavender needed all their free time.

And then, of course, there was Ximena, wherever she was tonight.

She entered Ash's room to find him passed out above the covers. Conrad sat up next to him, with Queen Cupcake sleeping soundly at his feet. He stifled a yawn, smiling when she came in.

"He was reading The Giving Tree to me this time, but he didn't even make it to the part where the boy grows up and builds the house."

Heather smiled. "We've all had a big day," she said, tucking her son under the covers. "Are you still up for a movie?"

"Of course. Winterfest to the Rafters it is."

They got up to head downstairs to the family room, but Ash spoke up from his bed before they closed the door behind them.

"Good night mommy. Good night Conrad. Happy Winterfest Eve!"

Heather would never admit it to her son for fear of setting the wrong example, but by some stroke of wonderful fate, her decision to hack Landgraab Systems had brought Conrad into their lives.

It felt like the best decision she'd ever made. ->

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Thank you @changingplumbob for brainstorming Devin's new Winterfest movie for this lil' cross/mention when I sprang the idea on you literally yesterday! 🙏

WCIF Poses and Rings? From Proposing Poses by Atashi77. The Soloriya ring box accessory is also available for download from the linked Patreon page for the creator, in case you have some sims getting engaged soon!

BUT I downloaded a different cc ring box to get Heather's actual engagement ring, which she never takes off. This functional wedding ring by Maru is really nice, and I know there are feelings about CurseForge but this is where I found it! It's so persistent (as advertised!) Heather even wears it over gloves, which I hate, but not enough to change it up or remove her gloves in freezing Brindleton Bay. Winter will end eventually!

I also used a pose to get Ash 'asleep' on the same bed with Conrad relaxing (and Queen Cupcake just showed up at Conrad's feet like she knew I wanted the most perfectly blissful action shot of all time and promptly fell asleep against his warm feet. Thank you Queen!!!). The pose itself is from Akiyumi's Child with a Fever poses, which are excellent. Ash is fine of course. He just looks like he fell asleep above the covers, which is all I wanted!

[buckysgrace]

ok, hear me out : a soft gator fic based on this 🥹

Absolutely 100% I've missed my baby boy. Changed just a smidge but Gator is just a softie, lil sad and love struck <3

It had been a few weeks since he had seen you, growing close to a month now. Work had been busy, and he didn't want to bother you with his own issues. Or get you harmed. But tonight felt different. He missed you, he was lonely.

The stress of everything else just made him want to see you even more. He missed your kind tone, your cheesy jokes and the warmth of your skin against his own.

He took another long drag from his vape, staring at the unread messages as he glanced towards the clock on his car again. It was well past midnight, but you had always told him he could call whenever he needed you. And he needed you now.

The vape obnoxiously hit against the side of the truck as he waited for you to answer, his eyes closed as he reminded himself how dumb this was. You needed to sleep. He was being selfish; he wasn't the only one with shit going on.

"Hey," You spoke up quickly, voice raspy with sleep as he jolted in surprise, "You alright?" You asked, probably shaking the sleep off of yourself.

"I'm good," He winced to himself, forgetting that you probably though something was wrong, "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up." He apologized, wishing he could go ahead and delete the desperate messages he'd sent earlier.

"Gator," You hummed, your voice a little less raspy this time around, "Are you sure everything is okay?" You questioned him as he nodded along, knowing that he couldn't tell you the full truth. Just bits and pieces. But he was alright at this moment.

"Yeah," He answered quickly as he dragged his vape between his fingers, "Just tired is all." He breathed out softly, imagining how nice it would be to be situated between you and your many blankets right now.

"You don't sound tired." You pointed out, the soft creak of the mattress registering in his ears as he supposed you were probably sitting up now.

"I guess I miss you." He mumbled as he glanced out the window, looking up at the stars that seemed to be twinkling in a dull way tonight. He wondered if they looked the same from your apartment.

"You guess?" You teased him, making him realize how backwards his statement probably sounded. He really did miss you, probably more than you realized. He just wasn't good at saying it out loud.

"I missed your voice," He replied, not wanting you to think otherwise, "I just wanted to say goodnight. And that I love you." He told you a little softer, listening to your soft inhale.

"Well, I miss and love you too, handsome," You played along, sounding like you were shifting in your bed, "You could come over when you get off." You suggested, tempting him with the offer.

"It'll be too late," He told you softly as a grin formed on his lips, glad that you still cared for him despite the recent distance, "I didn't mean to wake you up anyways."

"I'm glad you did," You told him, "And I'm off tomorrow, who needs sleep?" You asked him seriously, making him think about the options. He didn't have to work either. And he already had a drawer full of clothes at your place. And a toothbrush. Maybe it would be fine.

"Do you want anything to eat?" He asked as he stared at the clock, knowing the next four hours would drag by until he saw you again. You hummed loudly, balancing your options.

"Just some donuts," You said seriously, making him laugh, "And that's not a cop joke. You'll get all of the fresh, hot ones this early in the mornin'." He'd get you as many damn donuts as you wanted.

"I can do that," He said softly, "I'll see you soon then." He added softly, wishing he was touching your face rather than his phone.

"Be safe," You said sternly, making him nod his head in agreement, "Gator. I really missed you." You replied softer, less teasingly as he sighed in agreement.

"Things will slow down soon enough," He promised, hoping he was right, "Sweet dreams, honey."

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly (Rose Lavelle x Reader)

So it's been a really long, stressful few weeks, I lost my motivation/energy to write. However, I'm lucky enough to be in the same time zone as the world cup which has definitely given my motivation back. With my upcoming holiday and moving, sorry to say this is probably going to be the last fic I post for at least a month.

First time writing for Rose, hope you enjoy :)

Words: 1.1K

Between media, training, recovery and exploring with the girls, it had been an incredibly long week. You would think with how exhausted I was, sleep would be coming easy, but it wasn't. I missed sleeping next to my girlfriend. Knowing she was only a few doors down didn't help. Of course Rose and I still spent time with each other, it just wasn't as much. Tiredness and missing my girlfriend turned into grumpiness which became obvious to the team at training when I practically ignored everyone or gave one word answers. Even to Rose. 

Once training had ended, I skipped team bonding deciding to go float in the pool instead. It was relaxing and I knew no one would look for me there except maybe Rose. After maybe half an hour there was a disturbance in the water making me look over to find Rose crouching down next to the pool.

"Hey."

I swam over, leaning up to peck her lips, "Hey yourself."

"Glad to see you're not mad at me."

"Sorry about today, I was just grumpy in general not at anyone in particular."

"I noticed, everyone noticed actually. Do you want to come watch a movie in my room with me?"

"Can't promise I'll last a whole movie but I would love that. Let me go shower quickly and get changed, I'll meet you there?"

"Deal."

When Rose opened the door, I was met with a dim room lit only by fairy lights and the TV. There were flowers lying on the bedside table, my favourite pasta and chocolate waiting on the table. Rose stood next to me, playing with her fingers as a nervous smile appeared. It was understandable. While I had never really snapped at Rose because I was tired, I hated doing stuff when I was this exhausted. Preferring to either just watch tv or go to sleep with very little conversation. However, at this point I would do pretty much anything to spend time with Rose. My heart fluttered at the fact she had done this for me. I wrapped my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. "What's all this?"

"You get grumpy when you're tired or stressed. I know we haven't had a lot of time together and like me you're probably struggling to sleep. So I thought we were overdue for a date night. I know you don't li-"

"I love it Rose. I love you. You know me too well."

She smiled proudly, kissing my cheek, "I love you Y/n. Coach gave us permission to have a sleep over tonight since tomorrows an off day. He also said he doesn't mind if we do it more often as long as it's only on days off. "

"Really?"

"Really. When I said everyone noticed your grumpiness, I meant everyone."

"Thank you Rosie. I really needed this."

"I know. So did I."

Rose picked up the flowers, holding them out to me, "These are for you."

"They're beautiful, I love them. Thank you."

Rose took my hand, leading me over to the table. She had lit a few candles, spread a few rose petals over the table and set the table nicely with my favourite pasta, some garlic bread and a wine glass of cranberry juice. Maybe odd combination, but it was my favourite. I cupped Roses cheek, kissing her with as much love and passion as I could. I loved this girl more than I ever thought was possible. 

When we had first started seeing each other, I wasn't really that into her. She was nice enough, she just wasn't my type. My friend had set us up and really wanted me to at least try, claiming that we had a lot in common. It turns out the only real thing we had in common was our love for dogs and soccer, but Rose had actually been interested in hearing about my interests and learning more about them. It had been a long time since anyone was so interested try some of their hobbies from time to time what I was saying so despite not being into her, I had agreed to a second then a third date. To this day, 6 years later, that was the best decision I had ever made. The more we saw each other, the more I fell for her. Now I couldn't imagine my life without her. Turns out you don't need a lot in common with someone to be with them, you just need to be willing to listen.

After eating, we just sat and talked for a while. Something that we hadn't had much time for over the last few weeks. It was the most I had been able to relax since the world cup started. I knew there was still a long way to go, there would be more sleepless nights, less time together and stress, but it felt like a weight had been lifted and I could breathe again. 

One of Rose's favourite songs started playing quietly from my phone, making her smile widely. I held my hand out, Rose quickly taking it without hesitation. I spun her around, giggles spilling out as my arm wrapped around her waist, the other still holding her hand. Rose looped her arm around my shoulder, pecking my lips quickly. "You don't like dancing."

"Maybe not, but here, with you, it's my second favourite thing in the world."

"Second? What's the first?"

"You. No matter how many dogs we may get, it will always be you. 6 years ago, I made the best decision of my life when I agreed to go out with you. You've changed my life in a way I never expected. I can't imagine a day where I don't get to see your smile, hear your laugh or your voice. I look forward to the day when there's no more travel or nights apart, where we wake up and go to sleep together every single day. Those are my favourite times of the day, no matter what the day will or has brought, they never fail to bring a smile to my face. This isn't how I planned to do this. Actually, I didn't have a plan, all I knew was it would happen sometime during the world cup when the time was right. There's never been a time that's felt more right than now."

I pulled out the ring that had been accompanying me everywhere we went for the last month or so, just waiting for the right time. A hand covered her mouth, the other clutching mine. I dropped down to one knee, only letting go of her hand for a second to open the box before finding it again. 

"Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Rose Lavelle. Will you marry me?"

Rose fell onto her knees in front of me, holding me tightly, warm drops falling against my neck, "Yes, yes I'll marry you. What is it you said? Unconditionally, uncontrollably, undoubtedly, I love you Y/n Y/l/n." 

[kulemiwrites]

Voyeur | Takayuki Yagami & Masaharu Kaito

Lust could make a man do strange things...

Part: 0.5

Genre: SMUT

Rating: 18+

Word count: 2.2K

Character(s): Takayuki Yagami, Masaharu Kaito | fem!Reader

Warning: Heed the title as your warning.

Author's Note: I've been rotating this little idea in my head around like a rotisserie chicken for like 2 years, I think. Tonight, I finally got motivated to flesh out the old rough outline and when I did, I suddenly got super excited to write it out! In truth, it took me this long because I kept fighting myself on if I should write it since it's very... uh, morally dubious? Okay, so maybe it's a little fucked up actually buuuut, I thought it was fun! LMAO. I'm not sure if anyone other than me would be into this though. So, I'll be posting this prologue and just kinda monitoring the reception for a while to determine if I should finish it (publicly at least) Too tired and lazy to make a banner but I wanna post this now because I'll be busy the next couple days. I'll come back and edit this once I make one!

Too long for Tumblr? Read on AO3!

~Prologue~

Everything about what Yagami was doing now– what he’d been doing for months now– was wrong, but damn would he be lying if he said that it didn’t feel oh so fucking right. His eyes poured over you and he found that at this second, he couldn’t even recall the moment this all started. 

This internal game of tug of war. 

The night you strutted into the bar, in that teensy black dress with a sinful smile painted on your lips and a splotch from Kaito’s greed painted on your neck, Yagami knew that he found you attractive. The question he couldn’t answer though, was when did a simple acknowledgement of your attractiveness shift into such a shameful, feral need to have himself buried inside you like this? 

He couldn’t explain it himself. 

There wasn’t a definitive moment when he decided that he had to have you. He just knew that one day he realized he did and by then, it was already too late. He was already in far too deep to turn back. 

Sometimes, he wondered that if he had caught the shift sooner could he have chosen better? Could he have protected you from himself? Protected his relationship with Kaito, a man he cherished– a man he deeply respected. If he’d just reminded himself of what the other man meant to him, could he have prevented himself from doing something so despicable? Could he have stopped himself being so selfish and doing something this deplorable? 

Unforgivable…

He knew the answers to those questions and as much as he hesitated to acknowledge them, he couldn’t deny the truth.

And that… was but a fraction of the sin he knew Kaito would never forgive. 

He’d gone much too far. 

It didn’t matter how many half-baked excuses Yagami cooked up and stored in his arsenal for the day he was inevitably confronted, Yagami knew better than to believe that his friend– his most trusted partner, would ever go for it. In fact, he was fully certain that Kaito would bash his head in before he even managed to bullshit his way through the first one.

Yet, that fact didn’t prevent him from hissing out a swear at the feel of that tight grip around his length. 

Hot. 

God, he was so fucking hot. 

He should’ve stopped to crack a window– No, he should’ve cracked it beforehand because he was far too engrossed in you to stop now. 

His tongue darted out to swipe at his dry lips and he caught the droplet of sweat cascading past the right corner of his lips.

He was probably as sweaty as you now but he didn’t mind and he didn’t care one bit that your sweat had stained the faux leather of his sofa. Not when you glistened so divinely. He’d give the spot a scrub tomorrow but for now, you prepaid for the damage by having your tits on display for him to admire. The way they jiggled with each hard thrust, he’d have thought that they were beckoning him to have a taste. 

How tantalizing… 

Fuck!

He spat the word with so much venom that the burn lingered behind in his throat long after the growl had left him. 

He had to hand it to you…

You knew how to take a cock better than any girl he’d ever had. What a greedy little thing. Three orgasms in and you were still so desperate for more? The corners of his mouth quivered at the thought. Hell, he almost couldn’t keep up with you. The violent twitch of his dick was warning him of that with every passing moment. If he didn’t lag his strokes, he’d have spilled himself before you’d had your fill and well, he couldn’t have that. 

How would he ever be able to face you then?

Your perfect lips parted but with no sound to spill from them, he failed to pick up what you were hoping to communicate. 

“What are you trying to say?” his query falling only on his ears alone.

A pang surged through his chest when your dainty fingers reached to desperately claw at the man’s chest, your back bowing off the sofa. If he hadn’t been at this for so long, he’d have struggled to believe it. 

You were coming again?

A biting chuckle pushed past his lips as the thought crossed his mind: Surely he wasn’t that good.

He allowed the bitter thought to drown beneath the crack of skin viciously clapping against itself as he watched you parsimoniously help yourself to the cock that had been splitting you. 

Shiiiit. This one seemed to have been wearing you down, but it was just as well. He’d long since reached his limit too.

Your lips parted wide and this was but one of the many times he’d cursed himself for not installing a camera with an audio feed. However, now was not the time to disparage himself for his lack of foresight. If he focused right now and remembered your tells from the other videos, he could time you coming undone perfectly with his own peak. 

If he really tried, he could probably recall the sound of your voice almost perfectly too.

You’d been so fucking loud tonight. He’d heard you through the window when he rounded the corner on his way back to the office and it only grew clearer with each stair he climbed. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have believed that you wanted to get caught fucking your boyfriend– or whatever it was you were calling Kaito these days, on the couch in his office like a couple of filthy animals. 

He could have laughed when he received that frantic text from Kaito asking him to pick up a pack of smokes after you were done to try and buy a little more time to get yourselves together. The errand had done him a favor too, at least. He was able to awkwardly walk off the boner you’d given him and had cleared his mind well enough to think to slip out of his coat and strategically drape it over his arm to cover the wet spot left behind at the front of his jeans.

And that too was laughable in retrospect, considering you and Kaito hadn’t even bothered to try and hide the wet spot left behind on his sofa from your secretions, thinking that you could lie about spilling a bottle of water and get away with it as if he couldn’t smell the scent of salacious sex in the air lingering beneath Kaito’s air freshener made of cigarette smoke. 

Not to mention, there wasn’t a single empty water bottle in sight…

He had to bite the insides of his cheeks when he let out that low hum of understanding, so that he could pretend that he bought the bullshit you were selling without laughing. 

The two of you truly believed he was a fool but he supposed the feeling was mutual. Just how many times did you think you could fuck in his office without him finding out about it? 

Without him doing something about it….

Your side profile was gorgeous. If he were any bit of an artist, he imagined he’d have been able to draw it from memory now. 

Kaito pressed his lips to yours as his hips grew more ragged, not a semblance of rhythm even without the sound of them connecting. You broke away to toss your head to the side, showing Yagami even more of your blissed out expression. 

He gasped, taking his plump bottom lip– plump from his own harsh sucking of it, between his teeth then hesitated to shut his eyes so that he could focus on recalling the obscene sounds you gifted to all of Building One and Nakamichi Street. It was any wonder how he hadn’t received a noise complaint yet on account of you– then he’d have to confront you two.

But that would ruin the fun for everyone. 

Fuuuuck, he wanted y– scratch that, he needed you.

He can’t think of a person he’s ever lusted after this desperately in his life. Not even his most recent ex had made him this delirious, and she was a total smoke show.

The thought stole a pathetic sob from him and he immediately snatched the hem of his white t-shirt and clenched it tight between his teeth to force himself silent but there was no use. The moment the sudden draft kissed his perspiring skin, he gasped. His messy head of hair lolled back against the sofa, Adam’s apple bobbing with desperation as he pushed out ragged breath after ragged breath. 

It was Kaito’s name that you cried out to the skies tonight but if he focused hard enough, he could deceive himself into believing that he’d heard you call on him instead.

That was the thought that sent him tumbling over the edge. 

Your pretty teeth chattering before they’d briefly connect to make the Tah in Takayuki…

He’d cum so hard that when his eyes shot open, he thought he’d seen his soul appear before him before they fluttered shut again. A colorful string of filth spilled past his lips as he twitched through the final tugs at his dick, warm ribbons of pearlescence making a mess of his veiny hands, sweaty thighs and even reaching the table in front of him, narrowly missing you on his laptop.

Yagami teased the angry red head of his length, drawing out the last of the pearls trickling out of his slit until there was nothing left.

The resentful surge that had become increasingly more familiar these days coursed through him when he returned his attention to the screen and found you idly running your fingers through Kaito’s hair as he trembled above you in a slump.

Had Yagami believed in a higher power, he might have prayed at the moment that one day, he’d find himself under the caress of that same tender hand. No matter how immoral an ask it may have been. 

But alas…

Letting out a heavy whoosh, signaling profound relief, he ripped his white tee over his head in a single motion. Then, he used it to dab away the sweat from his face and chest and clean the cum from his fingers, stomach, thighs and table then dropped his mess in a heap on the floor near his feet. He wrestled his pants back up his hips but didn’t bother to fasten them for now and reached for his laptop. 

Using his middle finger, he swirled the cursor around the screen as he contemplated if he wanted to continue to watch the footage or close it until he saw something that made his heart and stomach lurch. He wasn’t certain if what he thought he’d seen was what he actually saw and he had to be certain before his mind fell into an anxious frenzy. 

With furrowed brows, he tapped the left arrow key to rewind thirty seconds and leaned in with narrowed eyes to confirm. When he caught your eyes making direct contact with the camera, this throat tightened. 

He hadn’t been mistaken. You looked. 

And you looked like you knew what you were looking at.

A chill rippled through him from head to toe. Every hair on his body, thick and fine, stood when he spotted the slow curving of your lips. But the moment that made him slam his laptop shut– the moment that stole his breath away was the moment you winked at him.

You fucking winked?

He reached to run both unsteady hands through his damp hair as he turned that second over and over and over again in his mind. 

No one had known about the camera he’d installed, right? Not even, Kaito…

Right?

How the hell would you know before his own business partner– the man who shared this office knew? And why hadn’t you told Kaito yet? Why hadn’t you confronted him yet? Or at the very least, why were you continuing to fuck in his office if you had suspicions someone had been watching you? 

Surely his mind was playing tricks on him. You didn’t know. There was no way you knew but if you did, what did that smile mean? 

No… 

He had to investigate. He had to get to the bottom of this. But how was he meant to do that without somehow incriminating himself? And what the fuck did that smile mean? 

The questions whirled through his mind at a pace that was beginning to make him lightheaded. 

He ripped his laptop back open and furiously entered his password, his leg bouncing from the sudden influx of nerves. He knew what he had to do. Perhaps his judgment was too clouded by arousal that he’d missed something crucial up until that point. Maybe there was a trail of clues in the footage that’d tell him everything he needed to know. 

He just needed to rewatch the video, starting from the moment you straddled Kaito on this very sofa. 

He sucked in a barbed breath as he tapped the spacebar. This time, he wouldn’t skip a second. This time, he was watching for personal business and not personal pleasure. 

When he felt the flutter in his groin, he wondered, for the first time in his career, if he’d be able to get through his investigation without shoving his hands back down his pants.

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[cupoftaae]

Growing Pains (KTH drabble)

Summary- You and Taehyung discover the struggles of parenthood as you take on the task of raising your 3 month old daughter, Kiyomi.

Warnings- mentions of postpartum struggles and attachment issues

word count- 1.6k

A/N- Hi guys! so after Ladybug got so much love I decided to make a another drabble to continue their storyline, this takes place months after their daughter is born. Hope you enjoy it!

Taehyung woke up to the sounds of crying. He sat up and looked over at his clock, it was 4:32am, and you werent in the bed.

Groaning, he pushed the covers back and began walking down the hall into his daughters room, finding you on the floor with her in your arms.

"Im sorry we woke you, go back to bed" you whisper, noticing the sudden appearance of your husband in the room. "are you guys alright?" he asked, ignoring your previous demand as he walked further in and sat next to you, eyes still sleepy from the abrupt awakening.

You sigh and gently rock the small baby in your arms as she wailed, becoming frustrated yourself. "she wont stop" you exhale, finally looking at taehyung. "maybe shes hungry?" he suggested, moving his hand to wipe away his baby's tears.

"She wont latch...so I dont think she is...I also changed her and put her in a lighter onesie incase she was too hot" you gesture to the new outfit on Kiyomi, of course taehyung smiled at the ladybug printed fabric.

"let me see her" he whispered, gently taking the frail 3 month old out of your arms. "Hi baby, you giving mommy a hard time again?" he kissed all over her face before pulling her against him, her tiny head resting on his shoulder as his hand rubbed her back.

"im so tired" your hands run over the front of your face, knowing you return to work tomorrow afternoon and not only would you be exhausted, you would be missing your baby.

Since Kiyomi was born, youve been home every single day making sure she was taken care of, of course Taehyung has been an excellent help as well, and you probably wouldnt have been able to do this without him, yet at the same time you couldnt express your fears of going back to work after maternity leave....you didnt want to let him down or make him feel like you didnt trust him. It wasnt ever about trust, it was about going hours and hours without being able to make sure your daughter was okay. What happens if she needs mommy? What happens if she starts to cry and he cant differentiate it from a hunger cry, dirty diaper cry, or a tired cry?

"go back to sleep, i'll take care of her" he yawned and stood up, one hand reaching down to help you to your feet.

"I cant sleep" you sigh, walking over to rearrange her crib and the blankets. "cant we just keep her in our room tonight? she can sleep in our bed" you finish.

Taehyung gently rocked her around as he paced the room, the small cries slowing down. "baby I thought we agreed its better for her to be in her own room, she is gonna be too dependant on us.....and why cant you sleep? you just said you were tired-"

"because I have a list of things I need to do Taehyung!" you turn around, "I have to pump because she didnt want to eat, and I need to make sure you have enough milk for tomorrow, plus extra just incase, and then I need to put my work clothes in the washer because I forgot, then dry them, and you know what?" you throw your hands up as you walked over and took your daughter "shes only 3 months old, theres no harm in having her in our bed, who cares! she wont even remember anyways" you scoff and walk out of the room.

You didnt mean to snap on him like that, in fact you felt bad as soon as you left her bedroom. Taehyung is a great dad and an even better husband, but you still found yourself unable to stay calm when the list of things piled on, you didnt know how everything was going to go tomorrow, and you were stressed.

"hey...Im sorry if I said anything to upset you" he whispered as he finally walked into your shared bedroom, his daughter now asleep on the comforter as you sat and tried to pump milk.

sighing, you turn to look at him. "I didnt mean to act like that...you didnt do anything wrong, im just on edge"

He slowly walked over and sat on the bed next to you, careful of the sleeping baby in front of him. "whats going on, sweetheart?"

You didnt respond right away, instead you shrugged and looked down at Kiyomi, feeling those stupid tears resurface to your eyes again. "talk to me angel..." he rubbed your back.

"I dont want to leave her" you spoke in a choked whisper, wiping your cheek quickly. "What do you mean?" he calmly responded.

"Work tomorrow, I dont want to go....I havent been away from her since she was born. Ive had 3 months but im not ready." you take a breath, gathering your thoughts. "I went to the supermarket yesterday to buy dinner by myself, and almost had a panic attack because I realized she wasnt with me"

"my love, its okay to feel like this you know?" he rubbed your back softly, his chest tightening upon hearing your struggles. "sounds like you might be experiencing some separation anxiety,"

"I wanna work from home" you protest, shaking your head. "I cant leave her, and Its not about you not being a good parent- because you are so good, probably better than me" you chuckle lightly, "I just need it for myself....I need to see her. I spent 9 months taking care of her, I knew where she was at all times, and now that shes actually here I get so worried something will happen"

"i know sweetheart, I know" his hand ran through your hair as you spoke, "If you really want to look for a job that allows you to work from home, i'll support you all the way, you know that....but I really think its important to go tomorrow at least, to tell them about whats going on"

You leaned against your husband, glad he was supporting you in such a vulnerable moment. "why cant I just call them tomorrow?" you sniffle

"because I think its good to just go in, the smaller steps you take, even if its just a day, will probably make things easier for you."

"mm....just tomorrow?" you look at him

"Just tomorrow, then you dont ever have to see that place if you dont want to, you can stay home and i'll pamper you both"

You giggled and shook your head, "no, I wanna work....just not outside the house"

"and I support that" he gently lifted your chin so he could kiss you.

You smiled and kissed him back, watching him carefully as you pulled away.

"You are so beautiful, I swear motherhood made you even more attractive than you already were" he grinned

you raised an eyebrow, looking down at yourself before looking at him, "are you kidding me? I have a suction cup attached to my tit right now, and my hair needs to be washed....dont even try to say I look good" you shook your head as you noticed the bottle was full, taking off the pump and pulling your shirt down as you crewed the cap on.

"Ah you dont see yourself how I see you, the fact you go through so much for our baby is what is beautiful to me, and just for the record, you could never shower again and i'd buy all the nose plugs in the world just so I could be near you and call you cute"

"shut uppppp" you whine and lean against the pillow, "thanks though....fatherhood looks good on you"

"now thank you, but we both can tell that its not physically" he laughed and stood, putting his hands on his belly. "sympathy weight" he patted his stomach, making you laugh.

"Hey, I didnt do that to you!" you retort

"Yes! you insisted that I eat with you every time you had a craving, and what did I do?"

"ate with me" you smile

"yeah, except you were eating and it went to the baby" he chuckled, "mine went to my stomach area"

"hey I think dad bods are sexy" you nudge him

he rolled his eyes jokingly and wrapped you in his embrace, both of you looking down at your finally sleeping daughter.

"next kid, you deal with those cravings alone" he teased, hand gently squeezing you closer.

You smiled brightly at his words, you couldnt handle another child right now, especially with your current mental state, but you knew in the next 3 years you would enjoy having a second baby.

"thats not gonna be for a while bubs, relax" you patted his thigh

"what if she gets lonely" he looks at you

"are you serious" you laugh, squishing his face "shes 3 months, plus she has us, and tannie. I promise she will be well entertained until we have another kid"

He huffed and slouched down, making you giggle.

He sat up and grabbed his phone, turning the video on as he began filming his sleeping baby. "I havent recorded anything in a bit, well thats a lie, I recorded her yesterday when I was playing airplane and she ended up puking on me"

Your giggles are heard off camera before he faces it towards you "Oh its funny huh?"

"shh, youre gonna wake her" you quickly cover the camera to hide yourself before he continues to ramble on about your baby. He's been doing this since that day you both found out you were expecting Kiyomi, and it still warms your heart to see a man so in love with his creation of life.

He was your rock, and she was your ladybug, and perhaps you would be okay after all.

[hi-imlilac]

Five nights at the mansion (fnaf inspired)

Warning: if you dislike or are uncomfortable with fnaf related stuff, wouldn't suggest continuing from this point. Might get unsettling along the way

Welcome to the mansion!

After receiving an invitation to have a one week stay at a mansion, you decided to give it a try and go for it. You were greeted by a few of the residents before heading to your room to settle in. The time is now 18:30. You feel something unsettling. There's a computer in your room, along with a tape recorder right next to it. One of the residents said your room was the only one in the mansion with access to the cameras, also adding something around the lines of "you're gonna need it." Originally, you had no intentions of using it, but now something within you is screaming at you to do it.

You make your way to the desk and turn it on. Instant regret. You can see blue eyes- or- one blue eye gazing at the camera. The figure itself is motionless. You try remembering who it was. You look at the tape recorder and just as your gut feeling told you to check the cameras, it told you to play it. You hit the play button and hear a feminine voice on the other end.

Hello? For Alan's sake- how do you operate this thing?! I should've just asked Solum to- oh wait is it on? The red light is blinking so maybe... I'll just assume it is.

Hello dear guest! This is Armia ( @armiaochima ) You're probably listening to this because you feel... unsafe, yes? Well, it'sa good thing you are listening to it. Hopefully it's not too late by the time you do.

Listen, this mansion is dangerous. More specifically, four of it's residents. The invitation was a trick to lure you in, and unfortunately it seems to have worked. I promise it's nothing personal, they were just getting restless and needed someone- ANYONE to help satisfy their needs.

Fortunately for you, I'm here to assist you in your survival. It's the least i can do for allowing them to trick you. Follow my instructions and you should make it through the night. They start the hunt at 19:00 and will stop at 06:00

First up is Killer.

Amongst the four dangerous residents, killer is the only girl. And like all girls, she likes her privacy. She will remain in the living room area for the night, pacing around. Her footsteps will be an indicator of this. If her footsteps stop,check the living room camera. She should be standing still for a few moments.

After some time she'll look at the camera. Turn it off as quick as possible and wait 15 seconds. Her footsteps should be heard once again in the same rhythm and area as before. Don't look at her for too long, otherwise she'll get angry.

You'll know you've looked for too long if her footsteps speed up and get louder. This means she's coming to the room. Hide under the desk and wait for her to enter. Once she's in, she'll look for a brief moment before leaving and returning to the living room.

This is all the help I can give you for tonight. If you're still alive by tomorrow, another friend will place a new tape. Good luck.

You were frozen in shock as the tape finished. Dangerous residents? The hunt? Killer? It was a lot to take in at once and you were still processing it. Your attention goes to the clock. 18:45. You have 15 minutes left. You wonder if leaving is still optional, but you feel as though the figure in the camera wouldn't take lightly to such. Fortunately, they stopped staring at the camera. You turn it off. Alright then... if you'll have to do this, might as well prepare yourself. 15 minutes flies by. It's time.

After several close calls, the clock finally strikes 06:00. You see her return to her room. Thank Becker. You were so drowsy and nearly slipped up a couple of times, even making the mistake of dozing off while looking at her. Boy, you've never felt so scared to have someone else come to your room, especially a pissed off girl. You were so tired you fell asleep throughout the most of the day.

You woke up at around 16:25. Enough time to go greet everyone and get something to eat. SurprisingSurprisingly enough, lilac looked a bit annoyed and displeased to see you. Perhaps she remembers what she attempted last night and was mad you survived? Whatever. You were about to leave but a storm rolled in. It was too heavy to risk it and you were practically blinded by the lightening. Another night, you guess. Another night and then you'll leave.

You return to the room to find a new tape. It's 18:25, so you got a good amount of time to prepare. You play the tape, your eyebrows raising when you here a new voice. This one is male.

Hey buddy. Glad you survived night one of your nightmare. You pissed off killer real good! Anyways, this is Duck ( @louistheduck ) and you're stuck with me for your guide. Aren't you just blessed, huh?

Anyways, tonight you'll be dealing with TG. By the way, I'm referring to Tea Green. @alexartink

They're a plush sized grinch who likes blowing up stuff. He's not a problem if you're not a problem, so pay attention.

TG spends his time in the garden. If you hear an explosion, look out the window. Is he still there? If so, be at ease. He's just playing around. If he's not, look through the cameras until you see him. Do this quickly, he's not gonna wait for you.

once you find him he should stop moving. He'll stay still for a bit before leaving to go back to the garden. For TG, getting caught ruins the fun. However, if you hear his footsteps near, hide under the desk. You took too long to find him and he's arrived at your room. He's not as patient as killer and will probably leave as soon as he sees you're not there.

That's all for tonight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. See ya.... if ya survive that is, haha.

Something about how nonchalant he was about the possibility of not making through the night sent shivers down your spine. Like he didn't care if you survived or not. The thought leaves you feeling somewhat insignificant, but you brush it off. Time to focus.

06:00, at last! TG was a force to be reckoned with, and killer still being there made it no easier. But you made it. And you fell asleep again the next day. Not surprising. TAO seems a bit tired herself. So does Lilac. I guess they technically didn't sleep, since they were too busy hunting me down. It's still raining hard. Strange that TG stayed out there even in this weather. You know by now what happens. You go to your room, the new tape is already there. You play it. Another voice, feminine, but not Armia.

Ok good,it's on. Hey buddy. I'm surprised to see you're still alive. Good job though. This is Solum ( @s0lie )and by now you get the idea. Tonight will be Red @mar-doce0

Red is not one to faf around with. He wants to catch you, and he wants to do it now. He does, however, demand your attention for the night's. It's strange but oh well.

There should be the sound of silverware or just metal downstairs in the kitchen. He's looking for something. Now, you don't have tp keep an eye on him like the other two. But you do need to listen for him a lot, especially if the sound of metal stops. His footsteps are heavier and louder than TG and Killer, don't mix them!

That desk is your best friend, because you'll be hiding under it when he enters. He's somewhat not patient with such, but he'll he'll willing to wait five seconds before leaving. Hopefully this is enough to help you. Fortunately he only comes around 3-4 times. See ya. Don't die.

Hm. That was actually both helpful yet terrifying. Red sounds scarier since I can't rely on visual aid with him, but as long as what solum said is true I should be fine. And so the night begins.

Finally... 06:00... last night was hectic. Solum never said he was fast! That muthfuqa nearly caught you twice! The routine stays the same as the past two nights, fall asleep during the day, wake up and exist, the three hunters from last night are either angry or tired, blah blah blah. It's still raining. By now you've accepted that you're not getting out of this that easily. Just play their games and you may live. By 18:00 you're in the room. New tape, new voice. Feminine again.

Woah... You survived three nights... congrats man. But they all grow restless and more infuriated. For this, you have my guidance. I'm Luna ( @thesecondlight-luna ) for the record

Tonight you'll be dealing with Black @thewhiteguy

Black is not easy to read. He's cold to some, nice to others. But to you, he's gonna be ruthless. Usually he spends his time writing in the garden, but the rain stops such. So he's in the library. Don't look through another camera unless it's to look for TG or watch killer.

Watch him at all times. If you need to change the camera, always go back to check. Is he still there? If not, hide. You can't depend on sound when it comes to him. Fortunately he's just as impatient as the others. He'll leave after 5 seconds as well.

I wish you the best of luck

Why were they just getting harder and harder?! I mean, yeah, I wasn't expecting us to hold hands and sing khumbaya, but I also wasn't expecting this!!! Ugh, whatever. Suck it up, we've got a long night ahead of us.

Aaaaaaand 06:00!!! FINALLY! Last night was absolute chaos! The amount of times i nearly got caught- DANG! I just wanna leave this place! It always the same routine even today! But hey, the rain is simmering down. Maybe I can leave by tomorrow morning. Once again it's a new tape.

Armia:you did it.... You survived till night five... as impressed as I am, I've never seen them this angry before Duck: I'm surprised you made it so far. They're all absolutely pissed too. It'd Ite funny, if I didn't have to deal with whatever the aftermath May be. Solum: you're interesting, y'know? Accepting the invitation here was a guarantee, but staying? Why would you wish to stay in a place like this? Cuz of some rain? Luna: this is probably the last time you hear us. I'm sorry you had to be the unfortunate victim in this. We can't save you. Not tonight.

Strange. No new hunter? They were all on the tape to... tonight will be difficult, but I've made it too far to quit now. I have to survive. I WILL survive!

06:00... it's finally 06:00.... but why haven't they moved?.... they're still there, frozen... what's going on?... am I ok now?... wait... wait wait wait- NO! They're all coming! Why are they all coming?! You hide under the desk. You see them all enter. A squeak escapes your mouth when they lift it up with ease. You're cornered.

"Finally, we meet dear."

"After so long of chasing you... we finally got you."

"You were persistent, I'll give you that."

"But in the end it was all inevitable, pointless even"

That was the last time you heard or saw anyone before they-

-System disconnected-

[gallilovesf1]

P5 Into You: Confession (1)

🏁 Character Introductory 🏁

MASTERLIST

Pairings (applied to the whole fic): Sergio Pérez x FemHorner!Reader, Toto Wolff x FemHorner!Reader, Platonic Lewis Hamilton x FemHorner!Reader

Warnings: Jealous Sergio, maybe some typos?

Author's Note: Hi guys this looks so rushed:( but anyways I have a little surprise in the fic, I think y'all know him;)💙

Checo opened the door, “After you-” “Thank you.” You smiled at him, the smile that always makes Sergio blush and smile to himself, “So..what are you saying earlier?” you look at checo who cleared his throat, He needs to think of something to say he doesn't want the situation to be awkward “Oh, well I was thinking if you would like to go on a dinner with me tonight, because..well it's summer break and we need to rest and have fun before the season starts again.” He tried to put on his most convincing smile about the dinner.

Of course it's not dinner, he almost told her that he likes you…god knows what will you think of him being your boyfriend, he's already jealous enough of toto, he gets to touch you, have some ‘intimate’ time with you..and who knows maybe fuck you..

“Oh..” you weren't expecting what he just said, because deep down you know what he says, he said it but not quite clearly because of that damn phone call, “I understand if you can't go, I know you're tired and probably need a lot of rest.” Checo said as the two of you entered the elevator, He pressed the ground floor button and smiled at you, god that smile always makes you melt, you chuckled “Of course I'll go on a dinner with you, but maybe not today, Is tomorrow good?” “Yes, of course.” He understands that you will say tomorrow because he knows you're probably exhausted, he smiled as the elevator goes ‘ding’ opening the door as you head out first then checo, “Oh shit wait–” you hold onto Checo's biceps as you fix your heels, “Let me do it.” He says as he kneels down looking up at you, he looks down on your heels, fixing the lock “is this good?” You nodded, “Yes, Thank you.” You smiled down at him, god this view is amazing he looks fuckable down there, he stands up smiling at you, as you grab his arms and walk out of the hotel lobby, seeing your father and your brother Jonathan inside the car, “Finally! You love birds, get in here already.” Your brother teased you and checo chuckled, checo opened the door of the backseat, “After you” he said motioning that you should go first, you went inside as Checo followed before he closed the door.

All four of you arrive at the restaurant, it's not that fancy, but the place is stunning, the interior design is minimalist, there's plenty of people dining in, “Go find us a seat, Y/n.” Your father says as you nodded, taking checo with you “This place is beautiful!” You chuckled as you and Checo wandered around the restaurant, “It is beautiful.” He says looking at you, meanwhile your father and your brother are talking with someone, he's tall, middle aged, his hair is grayish…it feels like you've seen him before..”Hey, look over there–” checo says pointing at the window seat, you and checo sat down, you can't help but think about the mystery man, “Checo, do you know who that guy is?” You said looking at your father and your brother with the mystery man, “Ah, that's my former teammate, Jense.” Your eyes widened, “That's Jenson Button?!” Checo chuckled, “Yes, how come you don't know him?” checo says curiously, “I don't know..he looks familiar at first, isn't he the ambassador for Williams?” Checo nodded, “Yes and also a 1 time world champion.” You hummed as you saw your father, your brother and Jenson approaching the table, “Shit” you mumbled, “Mate, Checo–” Jenson says as he greets checo who stands up and gave Jenson a quick hug, “ How are you man?” Says the Mexican, “Well I've been good I came across with Christian and Johnathan, I wasn't expecting to see you here too!” He says as he sat down beside you, “Who's this lovely woman?” Says Jenson who gave you a grin and winks at you which made you blush, “She's my daughter, Y/N, he's Jenson, Jenson she's Y/N.” says your father who sat down besides checo and your brother, “Well hello there, Y/n.” He says grinning at you.

Checo felt a little jealous, he doesn't like what Jenson’s been doing, he's flirting with you— ‘Fuck, this is stupid why am I getting jealous!’ he thought, as he saw you smiling at every joke Jenson tells you, he's getting a little touchy too, he hates the fact that he's getting jealous he doesn't want to be like this, he's just your best friend for god sake! He snapped himself out of his thoughts as you call his name, “Earth to checo?” You chuckled as you saw him come back to reality “What..?” He said feeling a little awkward, “I said what do you like to eat?” You said, passing him the menu, “Oh, I'll have what you have.” you nodded as you informed your father about your order and Checo's.

The lunch went well as you said your goodbye to Jenson whom you gave a kiss on the cheek, “I'll see you around, darling” Jenson says as he went on his own, the four of you went to the parking to grab the car and went on the road, the drive on the way to the hotel is quiet, Checo's been quiet which is unusual of him, he usually talks a lot with you, ask about your day, talks about the race predictions and everything, but this time he's just staring outside, watching the cars pass by. Finally, the four of you arrived at the hotel as you got out of the car and so as the three men you've been with, Checo stayed quiet, you wonder why…

“I'll see the three of you tomorrow.” Your father says as he went on his own, “Well, I should go too I need to sleep–” you brother says hugging you, “Happy birthday again, Johnathan.” You said pulling away from him, “Happy birthday kid.” Checo says as he gives him a quick hug, “Thank you! Have a goodnight!” He says as he went on his own leaving you and checo in the lobby, “So..are you coming up or what?” “I'll be up later, you go take a rest, goodnight.” He says going out of the hotel lobby leaving you standing there, you sigh to yourself as you went to the elevator to go to your floor maybe he's just tired.

You watched a couple of movies since you arrived at your hotel room, while doing a quick sketch of some people you know, you love doing things like this. It makes you calm, relaxed, and peaceful. Then you thought of checo, you smiled to yourself as you grab your phone, finding a picture of checo with his race suit tied on his waist, all sweaty and worked up, you decided to draw him, then there's a knock on your door, you got up “Hang on a sec!” You opened the door shocked to see Checo, “Hey.” says the Mexican, he sounds drunk..smells like alcohol, “Jesus, checo are you ok?” You opened the door widely so he can get in, “I'm ok I just..” his eyebrow raised as he saw what's on your phone, it's his picture during qualifying at Singapore, “I- don't mind that— I was..” you grabbed the phone and your sketchbook, “I was bored..” the Mexican hummed as he slowly walks towards you, “checo..” you can smell the alcohol as he walks towards you, you can't help but find it hot, his hair is all messy, his face is a little red, you can see the hair of his chest from the unbuttoned shirt he's wearing, you were walking backwards as you hit the wall behind you, “Sergio..” you moaned as he closed the gap between you, he lowered his head to your neck, as he enjoyed the way you smell like he hummed, you felt his lips on your skin it's warm, soft…he whispered something “Y/n.. I'm sorry..” he says as he brings up his head to look you in the eye, “For what..?” You pressed your thighs together as you felt a familiar feeling down there, “I've.. I've been stupid, a fool.. we've been friends for many years..i–” his hands gripped your waist, “Sergio, please..” you can't take it anymore it feels so wrong yet it feels so right too, “Y/n, just listen to me please..” he put his thumb on your chin, you look at him directly in the eyes, ‘is he crying?’ you thought, tears started to trail down on Checo's cheeks, “I..I like you, since I saw you that day, when your brother introduced me to you.. you're so beautiful, so bright so.. perfect, Cada vez que te veo con otra persona siento celos (Every time I see you with someone else I feel jealous.)” he sobbed, “I've always wanted to tell you that I like you..I just couldn't, I'm afraid that you'll never like me back…whenever I'm with you, I feel complete..” he put his head on your shoulder as he sobbed, You started caressing his hair, trying to make him stop crying, you don't know what to say, you like checo too, you're just afraid… “Say something, Luz solar.. Please say something..” he brought up his head to look at you once again, “Sergio.. you're drunk, let's get you to sleep…you need to rest.” You smiled weakly at him, “I'm sorry..I shouldn't have told you.. just forget about it.. I'm really sorry.” He said stepping back at you, he wipes his tears and as he walks towards the door, “I'm sorry, Y/n, Have a goodnight.” He said coldly as he opened the door and left.

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Can you please write for Yelan having had a fight with the reader? At the end of the day where the reader usually snuggles up to her when it's time for bed, the reader just sleeps on their side and faces away from her. How would Yelan handle it? 🐢

Gender neutral reader

Omg thank you so much for the request,also I love turtles 😊 I've been waiting for so long 😭 for the reader will be white bold and Yelan will be blue

Imagine

From the outside everything seems alright the sun was setting as children ran from the streets yelling goodbye to their friends running home for not wanting to be yelled at by their parents but, inside a specific house screams are heard when you look inside the broken window you see glass, potted plants lying on the floor broken or ripped apart the couple didn't hurt each other they never would hurt each other no matter what things just got heated and they took their anger on something.

"Will you please calm down, this has been going on since earlier." The often calm and smooth voice Yelan usually has been raised a little bit out of frustration from the ongoing fight a lot of people wouldn't notice but you did... "And what happened last time? You got hurt when was the last time we fought? JUST. ONE. WEEK. AGO. About the same problem too Yelan you always do this to me you never have told me what was going on with your life. You just pushed me a side again, again and again! " Her eyebrows furrow "Well what am I supposed to do?!? Huh tell you where I am? Let you get hurt because of me?! " "Yes! I'm your partner I'm supposed to help you with whatever I can?!? And you know I hate it especially when you barely tell me anything! Hell I don't even know where you work! You say the Ministry of Civil Affairs but I never see you there!? "

Fights like this always get heated between you two but this one especially was harsh on both of you, Yelan felt like you didn't trust her she knew you were just worried about her wellbeing but it felt like she was repeating the same fight over and over again and again but she knew this was her fault too she barely told you anything no matter the circumstance. Things weren't better with you too... You didn't know if she trusts you she barely talks about herself what if one-day because she didn't tell you what she was up to and got seriously hurt... Because you couldn't help reach her in time because you didn't know where she was? Thoughts like these constantly go through your mind and tonight she basically almost confirmed them "sigh* let's talk about this tomorrow. I'm tired." Your significant other walking out of the room filled with shards to your bedroom is probably going to bed.

You take a long inhale as you exhale over and over again cleaning up the mess as you were already in a bad mood and didn't want to wake up with a mess right inside your own home, 'Ouch! Oh. I cut myself. " Taking your cut hand and bandaging it walking to your bedroom 'Hopefully Yelan is sleeping, I don't really want to deal with her right now. " You thought to yourself reaching out to open the door taking a quick peek inside "she's asleep, good." You said to yourself quietly tiptoeing into the room trying not to wake her

What you didn't know was that she was hearing your soft breathing go from the doorway to right in front of the bed keeping her back turned as you softly crawled into the soft covers of the bed facing the other side of the bed room 'We just fought, I know that but, why aren't they hugging me? They usually snuggle with me to bed until they fall asleep no matter how bad the fight. ' Yelan's thoughts creeping into her mind 'Maybe-'

Her thoughts cut off hearing light snoring, calmly breathing in a pattern from your side of the bed. Turning around and hugging you from behind, she wasn't the type to do this even though she knew that she felt as if it was right she had gotten so used to your warmth she couldn't sleep without it.

'I'll talk it with you tomorrow my darling, anything as long as it makes you feel better. " Her mind drifted off letting her guard down because she knew she would eventually tell everything to you in the morning, and that you would accept her even if she was a moron for letting you worry.

[samcrosfaith]

SUMMER NIGHTS 𝟎𝟗| 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖙

a/n; cute sibling moments in this chapter! You can find all chapters for this story in my main masterlist {pinned post} it'll lead you to the right masterlist! 🤎🩰

word count; about 2.4k

tag list; @mamawiggers1980 @elmiramager

JAX PLOPPED DOWN on June's couch after Abel, Thomas and Callie had ran off and made himself comfortable, while Tara sat down on the small armchair that was next to the couch, her scrutinizing gaze wandering around the room while June sat down on the couch next to her brother.

"I heard that Alanna spent the last three nights at Happy's", Jax began, unable to hide the slight grin that formed on his lips. He teasingly shoved his elbow in June's side. "Did Maria's and my plan work after all? Are the two of you gettin' closer again?"

June rolled her eyes, but it took everything in her not to spill the little secret between her and Happy. "None of your business", she chirped sweetly, pulling one leg up to her chest so she could rest her chin on her knee. "I just want the kids to see their dad as often as they see meᅳ it's especially important for Alanna to spend time with Happy."

"I'm not sure that's for the best." Tara rubbed the tip of her nose before crossing her arms over her chest. "I mean, he really hurt you, and Alanna too."

"Mhm, right, he did", June hummed, unimpressed by Tara's judgment. She had involuntarily gotten used to it by now. "But Jax hurt you just as much, and yet you're sitting here with him. Maybe you should thinkᅳ"

"Okay, stop it, both of you." Jax sighed as he ran a hand over his beard, giving them both a stern look, but he stopped at Tara. "June is right, you stayed with me too. Why shouldn't she give Happy a second chance?"

Tara snorted through her nose, shaking her head in disbelief. "Because I know your games by now, and you showed immediate remorse", she looked at June with a sigh. "Happy didn't. Did he ever apologize? I thought he didn't even want you back."

"Things can change", June answered calmly, but inside she was seething, the urge to punch her sister-in-law in the face growing with each word the doctor spoke. "I know my husband, and I know when he's genuinely sorry about something. But that's none of your business, Tara. It's my marriage, my life."

"Exactly, and we respect that", Jax said with a meaningful look addressed to Tara, who just rolled her eyes at her husband. Sighing, the blonde turned back to his sister, furrowing his eyebrows. "So you and Happy, is there something goin' on again?"

"Jax, please", June whined, throwing her head back with a soft groan. Until she herself knew for sure whether she and Happy would get back together again, she didn't want to share the state of her marriage. "We'll see. First of all, it's important that Callie and Lana see their dad regularly again, not just every two weeks."

"So you don't want a divorce anymore?" Tara just shook her head, not even trying to hide her disappointment. "Whatever, I have to go to work. Can I pick Abel and Thomas up later or are you dropping them off?"

"Jesus Tara, just let it go", the former Teller hissed, clearly annoyed, before waving her hand. "I'll bring them over later, call when you're home."

"You know what, do what you wantᅳ you have to live with the consequences. But don't come to me afterwards." Tara threw her hands in the air. She would prefer not to leave her sons here at all, but she knew they were in good hands and she still preferred June over Gemma as a babysitter. "Okay, daycare should be open again tomorrow. Thanks for today."

"And if not, that's okay too, my nephews are always welcome", June insisted firmly.

"Just wanted to let you know", the doctor murmured before giving Jax a quick kiss on the cheek. "Will you be home tonight?"

"I don't know yet, it'll probably get late", Jax informed his Old Lady, only earning a sigh from her. Jax was visibly tired, emotionally tired, because he knew that he was slowly losing control over his marriage. "I love you, babe."

"Me too." Tara turned away with a tight-lipped smile, a moment later the door slammed shut behind her.

"That was..cold", June noted carefully, nudging her brother's arm with her elbow. "Should I be worried about you and Tara?"

"Nah, it'll fall into place." Sighing, Jax changed position, taking a more comfortable one. With a small smile, he looked at June, his head supported by his hand while his elbow rested on the backrest. "It's all just a bit difficult right now. That's why I just want you to be happy at least."

"I am. But I also want you to be happy, Jackson", June said firmly, nodding eagerly. And right now, that really wasn't a lie, she was happy. But her brother clearly wasn't. "Can you promise me to keep your mouth shut?"

"Have I ever told you a secret?" he asked with a chuckle, bumping his knee against hers. "You remember your first date that Mom didn't know about and I had to cover for you? Did I ever snitch on you?"

"Jesus, you mean Bryan?" June grimaced, a small laugh slipping past her lips. "Yeah, I remember that day. Mom would've whooped my ass if she had known about me sneaking out because of the boy she absolutely hated. Thanks again for covering for me, by the way."

Flashback; Charming, 1997

A fourteen-year-old June tiptoed through the house in the early hours of the morning, hoping that everyone was still asleep, otherwise she would be done for and get grounded until her eighteenth birthday. Although, Gemma Teller was her mom, which meant that she could be grounded for a lot longerᅳ regardless of whether she was of legal age or not.

As she passed the large, long mirror that hung in the hallway, surrounded by lots of family pictures, June still had to grin slightly. Her hair was in a half ponytail, the colorful streaks shining among the dark brown, and still a bit disheveled from the concert.

She was still happy with her outfit, pretty confident that she had chosen the right one to impress Bryan. Bryanᅳ her first crush with whom she had spent the night in Charming's small town and spent time in the nearby park after the concert. Smoking, drinking, chattingᅳ the perfect date, right? Her teenage mind was convinced that there was nothing more romantic.

Smiling to herself, she finally kicked off her boots, which were covered in dirt and gravel dust, and almost had a heart attack when someone cleared their throat. The shock quickly wore off as she looked to the side and saw Jax' amused face as he lounged on the couch, flicking through the newspaper as if he had nothing better to do at five in the morning.

"Why the hell are you awake already?!", she hissed quietly, her nervousness rising as she looked around warily. "Mom and Clay awake too?"

"Couldn't sleep, and Ope and I were leaving soon. You forget our camping trip? We've planned this shit for months, June", the blonde told her with a crooked eyebrow, examining his sister more closely. "You've got some balls, I'll give you that. Did you really sneak out last night after Ma strictly told you not to?"

A little pride flashed in Jax' piercing blue eyes, the two siblings known for the mischief they always got up to. When the Teller siblings showed up, no matter where, it usually meant troubleᅳ but not always in a bad way, the two just wanted to have fun sometimes.

"Well..", June trailed, clearing her throat before innocently batting her eyelashes while leaning against the doorframe. "I really wanted to go to the concert and just because Mom has a problem with Bryan doesn't mean she can't forbid me shit all the time!"

"Jesus, a simple 'yes' would've been enough", Jax chuckled, throwing the boring newspaper on the table. "You know, I'm not a fan of Ryan either. He's an arrogant dick and thinks he's the coolest", he rambled with a shrug, only getting an eye roll from June. "So, what do I get for keeping my mouth shut?"

"Seriously, Jax?!" The younger Teller groaned in annoyance, throwing her head back. "I only have twenty dollars left! How about you help your little sister out just for once?"

"Hey, I always help you out", the nineteen-year-old snorted, pushing himself to his feet. "But I'm broke and need money for the weekend. Twenty will do."

June glared at her brother as he stood in front of her, his hand outstretched, waiting for her to place the money in it. She uncrossed her arms and, with a scowl, pulled the last twenty dollars she had out of her jeans pocket.

"You only need it for booze anyway", she snapped, shoving the bill into his hand. "You better not get in trouble, or I'll charge you double if you need my help."

"You're getting better at this", Jax observed after shoving the bill into his jeans pocket with a proud grin. "I like it. Now you better go upstairs before Ma gets up and kicks your ass", he winked as he pushed past her and jogged up the stairs.

"Idiot", June muttered, still mad about losing twenty dollars. But she knew that Jax would've helped her even without the money, like he always did.

So she followed her brother's advice, crept quietly up the stairs and slipped through the door to her room just in time when she heard the bedroom door next door creak.

Flashback over

Not only June but also Jax liked to think back to such moments, moments that made their band inseparable. And even today, the siblings would do everything for each other, no matter how often they wanted to bump heads. At the end of the day they were a family.

"So what is it nobody should know?", Jax asked, watching as June's lips formed into a thin line.

The younger Teller hesitantly rubbed her hands together before the words finally fell from her lips. "Happy and I had sex, more than once, and I think we're on the right track."

"Woah, wouldn't have expected it to be happening so quickly." Jax chuckled, letting out a laugh next moment when June punched his arm. "What was that for now?"

"You know", June grumbled, this time she pulled both legs against her chest and sighed loudly. "What if I can't do it, forgive him I mean?"

"Didn't you already?" Jax asked, much more serious now. "I know you did. You wouldn't just have slept with him otherwise."

"Maybe", she admitted, an unusual uncertainty shimmering in her eyes. "But so far I haven't seen Jenna since she shoved her tongue down my husband's throat. What if I see her and realize that I'm not ready to forget about it?"

"Hey, come here." With a comforting smile, Jax pulled his sister into his arms, just holding her while he placed his chin on her head. "You know that this meant absolutely nothing to him. Jesus, he only pulled Jenna on his lap when he spotted youᅳ that was his plan, to push you away and not to actually cheat on you."

"Nevertheless, he did the one thing he knew that I couldn't forgive", she murmured against the cool leather of Jax' kutte, whereas her cheek was resting against. "I know that it should only serve to get rid of me but it still hurt like shit."

"I know", Jax answered, still remembering his sister's and Tara's gaze when they saw them. They had really hurt their women, although it had hit June much harder. "We both regretted what we did, June, but Happy was so tired of being scared..that he thought this was the best for you guys. But you can believe me that he almost lost his mind after you moved out with Lana and Callie."

June was silent while she listened to Jax' words, swallowing the tears that formed in her blue eyes. "Can you be honest with me?"

"What is it?" Jax wanted to know, June's eyes full of uncertainty when she looked at him.

"I probably know him better, but you know him differently", she began, kneading her hands with a sigh. "Do you think he would leave me again when shit gets dangerous again?"

"No." Jax Answer came fast and with such a determination that June had no doubts. "He learned from his mistakes. You have no idea how fast his mood has changed since last week since you gave him the chance to get closer to you and the kids again."

"Really?" June asked, her voice just a little louder than a whisper, a little smile forming on her lips when her brother nodded. She placed her cheek against his shoulder again, letting out another deep sigh. "I want my family back. I really want that."

"And you'll get your family back", Jax assured her and placed a kiss against the top of her head. "Come to the party tomorrow. It's Bobby's birthday. Yeah, Jenna will also be there but you'll see that Happy will only have eyes for youᅳ his Old Lady."

"I don't know." June wrinkled her nose.

Should she really face the woman whose nose she broke a year ago? That she almost beat unconsciousness? On the other hand, June would be able to show everyone that Happy was hers again. In addition, she didn't want to miss more birthdaysᅳ after all, they were also her family.

"Believe me, it'll be less bad than you think", the blonde reasoned, shrugging her head from his shoulder so that she had to look at him. Then he smiled at her encouragingly. "Come on, we all miss you. Don't let a woman ruin everything."

"You know what, I think you are right", June nodded slightly. "I'm coming..but only if Happy is okay with it."

"Oh please..he's just waiting for it", Jax snorted through his nose and then got up. "See you tomorrow, sis. If you don't come, I'll pick you up myself and drag your ass to Bobby's party", he added, casually walking backwards with his famous Teller smirk.

"Idiot", June murmured before she threw one of the small decorative pillows after him and shared a laugh with Jax before her brother left the house.

Smiling to herself, the former Teller woman reached for her phone and let Happy know that she would come to the party tomorrowᅳ and that she would be happy if he came over for dinner later.

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19!!! 🫶🏻

19. back scratches (from this intimacy prompts list)

Donna didn't realize how much tension that Harvey had in his back until they were together and she was faced with it almost every day. He never seemed to sleep on it right - granted, he was often sleeping on her - and sometimes even twisting it a certain way to reach for something while he was cooking would lead to a groan from him as he reached to rub an aching spot that he couldn't reach.

One morning, Harvey woke up before Donna from stress over Mike's handling of a case. By the time she joined him, awakened by his stirring, she found herself frowning at his back as he was sitting up on his side of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. It's a sleepy instinct she feels to reach out to him; so she sits herself up behind him and sits with her legs crossed in front of her. Before he can even turn around or react to her being up, she rests her hands at his shoulders and drags her nails down his back.

She can feel, see, and hear the sigh that it elicits.

Neither of them say anything, they don't need to. Her nails start to make waves in his shirt, and her hands circle in patterns that she isn't really thinking of. It comes to her, abruptly, that Harvey probably hasn't allowed himself a moment to stop and breathe in nearly all the time she's known him. Probably longer - probably over half of his life has been spent in motion. Forcing his body to keep up with his fast-moving mind.

As her hands sweep down by his hips, then up his spine and down again, she wonders if it's all crashing down on him now. She feels like she's just accidentally pressed pause on their day, and they are frozen in the intimacy of her touch and his silence. The thought of stopping starts to scare her. He deserves a decade's worth of back scratches and catching his breath; not a meek five minutes.

But she feels it build up - tension, not in his back, but in the air. A natural conclusion racing towards them. The need to actually move with time.

Leaning into him, she presses a kiss into the back of his neck and wraps her arms around him from behind, allowing herself to hold him for just a moment longer. His hands come to rest over hers on his sides, so that his arms are partially wrapped around himself, too.

"I love you," he tells her. She marvels that she lives a life where those are the first three words out of his mouth in the morning, and they are meant for her.

She fires back: "I love you." And smiles against his back. "You okay?"

He turns his head, then; looks over his shoulder, and she leans forward to meet him, catching his lips in a brush of a kiss. Her own body relaxes. "Better now," he murmurs against her mouth. She hums in acknowledgement before finally opening her eyes to meet his, big and beautiful and tired.

"Do you need another minute?"

Sincerely, he seems to contemplate it. His eyes flicker to her mouth again; thumbs rubbing back and forth across her hands.

"That's okay." A pause, and then: "Same time tomorrow?"

And if that isn't one of her favorite things to hear, second only to "I love you," but Harvey actually vocalizing his needs and finding ways to ask for them to be met. She'd never be able to say no. She'd never want to.

Right now, she could tell him that he could have this whenever he wanted, he'd just have to ask. But that can be a discussion for when they're both more awake, maybe over dinner tonight or as they're in the car, on their way to the office. In this moment, they know they need to rise from bed and emerge as the professional weapons they've become, so her response is cheekier:

"Hmm, I'll have to check my calendar."

And he plays into it with ease. "You have other plans?"

"I'm a woman in high demand, Harvey."

"Don't I know it." Another gentle kiss; she's sighing when he pulls away. "I'm lucky you ever managed to fit me in."

Not like that was ever difficult. "You were always there," Donna's whispering between them, "you fit before there was ever a question of making room."

Harvey finds himself falling into a silent smile. Donna gives him one last kiss, her lips against the corner of his grin, before pulling away with renewed energy for the day ahead.

"Same time tomorrow, Specter. I'll be here."

[arcadiasfiction]

Chat Text: Part One

After fighting yet another akuma, Cat Noir swung into his bedroom through the open window. Feeling a bit tired, he took a moment to stretch in his black leather cat suit. As he did, his green feline eyes caught sight of his phone which was resting on the edge of his desk.

"I forgot to text Marinette back!" he said, slapping a hand to his forehead. "She's probably really worried. Let me send her a quick text first, then I'll de-transform."

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“Come back here, you little monsters!”

"Noooo! Ladybug, save us!"

The twin girls laughed as they ran around Alya's legs, trying to escape.

"I will akumatize you!" Alya said dramatically, holding up her hands and clawing her fingers like a T-Rex. At that moment, her phone began to ring. It was Marinette. Alya answered.

"Hey girl, what's up?"

"Alya! Something's wrong with Adrien!"

Alya eyes widened with concern.

"What do you mean? Is he sick?"

"Maybe! I don't know! Let me send you screenshots of his texts, and you tell me."

After a few moments, Alya received the screenshots. The start of the conversation was pretty normal. Marinette and Adrien were working on a school project together, and Marinette was asking what part of it he would like to take on.

Marinette: You ok with doing the report?

Adrien: I'll do whatever you want me to.

Marinette: No. I want you to do whatever you like.

Adrien: Whatever I like?

Marinette: Yeah.

Adrien: Then I'd like to have you here with me.

Adrien: and I'd like to hold your hand

Adrien: and share with you my room-side view of Paris while telling you how much I love you.

Marinette: I was asking what you want to do for the project!

Adrien: I'll research whatever you want me to. Are you happy being with me?

Marinette: Of course!

Adrien: Then I'll be happy to do whatever, however you want.

Adrien: Tell me how you want me to kiss you, and I'll do it.

Marinette: But we've only held hands so far, so idk.

Adrien: I can do something about that, if you want. What would you like, Mari?

Alya tried to swipe for more, but the screenshots stopped there. Something about their dynamic felt familiar, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. Alya fanned her face for a moment before asking Marinette, "So how did you reply to that?"

Coughing came from the other end of the line.

"I uh…blacked out. I don't remember."

Sure, she did. Alya narrowed her eyes, doubtful.

"But you guys have been dating for like over a month now…"

"No, Alya! You don't understand. He never texts like this. Here's a conversation we had yesterday. This is how it normally is."

Alya's phone pinged with another set of screenshots.

Adrien: Hey, Marinette!

Marinette: Hey Adrien!

Adrien: I was just thinking about you.

Marinette: That's nice. Me too!

Adrien: How's it going with designing the menu for your parents' bakery?

Marinette: It's going great. I can't wait to show you the redesign!

Adrien: Can't wait to see it. I love how talented you are Marinette. It's impressive.

Marinette: Thanks!

Adrien: Want to go grab some ice cream?

Marinette: Of course! Let me ask my parents.

Adrien: I can't wait to see you!

Marinette: Same!

Alya frowned. The second conversation did sound much more like him.

"Maybe his cousin Felix stole his phone and is playing tricks on you."

"I hope not! I need to check with Adrien tomorrow to see what this is about."

"Did you ask him while you guys were texting?"

"I did and well… I'll just send you the shot."

Another screenshot arrived.

Marinette: Let's focus on the project!!! Adrien! You ok today?

Adrien: I'm fine. But you seem a bit tense. You ok?

Marinette: I'm alright.

Adrien: Want to watch a movie with me tonight? It'll help you relax.

Marinette: No. We have homework and this project!

Adrien: You're wearing that annoyed pout right now, aren't you?

Marinette: No.

Adrien: That's too bad. I love your pout. I also love when you wear your hair down, but then you're just beautiful all the time, Mari. I want to see you.

Alya cleared her throat.

"Either someone stole his phone or he's totally delusional."

"Yes! And I didn't ask anymore because I was scared."

"Scared you would black out again?"

"Uh--something like that. I'll just have to wait until school tomorrow. I'm sure he'll have an explanation."

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Adrien, now de-transformed and back in his typical casual shirt and jeans, sat at his desk with his phone in his hands, stunned.

True, he was in a hurry to get back to her. But in hindsight, Adrien realized that sending text messages to Marinette while he was still Cat Noir was not the best idea. Anxiety washed over him as reread his text conversation with her. He ran a hand through his blond hair.

"Plagg, this is a disaster!"

"Disaster is my middle name," said Plagg while chomping on a cheese wedge.

"I was only going to send one text. I don't know what came over me!"

"That Marinette is your main cheese, so it's only natural for your feelings to overflow. It's like coming across a tasty piece of Camembert. It is poetry."

Adrien massaged his face with his hands. "I know we're dating now, but this is just too much. Ladybug didn't like when I was like this, and I'm sure Marinette would find it weird too. I'll try to smooth things over tomorrow."

"From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks."

"Plagg, don't rub it in!"

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How is Adrien going to fix his texting faux pas? See in Part Two!

[final-girl96]

Prologue

Wednesday 5:30 PM

September 27, 1995

I was pushing my food around my plate as my mother and sister laughed about something. Dad was away for work and wouldn't be home until this weekend. I hated when he was gone. I didn't have the best relationship with my mother. Not for about a year now, after I saw her with a guy that wasn't my father. Sidney was off with Billy when I came home from hanging out with Casey, one of my best friends. I came home to find her kissing some other man before he snuck out the back door.

She knew she had been caught and begged me not to tell dad or Sidney. And me not wanting to be the one to ruin our family I kept her dirty, filthy secret. Sidney still thought she was the best mother in the world. They were best friends. I mean they were always close. I had a relationship with our mother before I caught her but it wasn't like her relationship with Sid. Sid was always her favorite. Sidney was a good girl while I was the one who liked to test my limits. Sidney was also a year older than me so she was the first.

I was always closer to dad. Spent most of my time with him because he accepts me for who I am. Mom was always complaining about something I was doing. My music was too loud. Music would get me anywhere in life. It wasn't a realistic dream. But Sidney wanting to go to school for drama and theater to be an actress was a realistic dream. She didn't like the music I listened to most of the time. I liked to listen to basically anything but mostly rock or even mental. You know stuff from Queen to Metallica. Maybe a little pop, electropop, or electronic rock.

But really it didn't matter what I was playing, it was always too loud. She even complained when I would be downstairs in the basement playing and making my own music. Dad had made one of the rooms down there into a mini studio for me. It was soundproof and she still bitched. And okay maybe I would be a little definite and would play my guitar too loud with the door open. But only when she pissed me off badly enough.

I looked over at the clock to see it was almost six. Stu should be here soon to take me to work. I could drive myself but he was going over to Billy's so he offered to take me. "I'll miss you for the three hours I have to go without seeing you." I pushed my chair back and stood up. "What're you doing? You haven't eaten anything on that plate?" I looked over at my mother. "I'm not hungry and I have work," I told her. I cleaned my plate off, dumped the untouched food in the garbage, washed my plate and walked out the door. Just as I shut it behind me Stu pulled into the driveway.

When I got into the car he pulled me closer to him and connected our lips. "Your mom's watching from the door. She doesn't look happy," he said against my lips. I hummed, "yeah, I didn't eat her food and threw it in the trash. Let's go please." He nodded and kissed me again before pulling out of the driveway. I looked over to where my mother stood, her arms crossed. I would probably get some fucking lecture when I get home tonight.

After work Stu was there waiting for me. It was ten at night and I was tired. "There she is!" I rolled my eyes and laughed when he picked me up and spun me around. "Put me down!" I laughed. He set me back on my feet, kissed me like he hadn't seen me in years and then looked behind me. "What's up, geek boy?" I heard Randy sigh behind me. "Fuck off, Stu. I'll see you tomorrow," he said, walking to his car after locking up the store.

As I had predicted I got a lecture when I got home. "I told you I wasn't hungry. Don't you have some guy to meet? Cheat on dad some more?" I asked. I kept my voice low so Sidney wouldn't hear me. My mother's eyes widened then my head snapped to the side. "Oh, my god. Yn, honey, I'm sorry." I shook my head and scoffed, ran up the stairs and slammed my door shut. She has never laid her hands on me like that. I wiped at my eyes, harshly wiping the tears away. I just wanted to climb into bed and go to sleep so that's what I did.

Thursday 9:30 PM

September 28, 1995

I stood at the counter, leaning on my elbows trying not to lose my eyes in the back of the head at how hard I keep rolling my eyes. "Oh, my god, Randy! Shut the fuck up!" I groaned. He's been going on non-stop about my sister and how she should break up with Billy and go out with him. I never liked Billy all that much but I tolerated him because he was my sister's boyfriend and Stu's best friend. Plus we all grew up together.

"What? It's true! I could totally treat her better and give her more!" I let out a loud laugh at that. "Oh yeah, you can give her more? Like what Randy? You're a fucking virgin and have zero experience. You've never even had a girlfriend. Have you ever kissed a girl before? Don't answer, that was rhetorical." He glared at me, "I kissed a girl!" He huffed, turning around and putting the rest of the returns away. "Oh yeah, who? Your mom?" I laughed. "Oh ha ha, very funny!"

After closing I got in my car and headed home. When I walked inside the house was dark. "Sid! Mom!" I called out. Nobody answered so I started up the stairs. When I got closer to the top I noticed the bedroom light to my parents room was on. "Mom!" I got to the top and listened for any movement or voices but heard nothing. I walked closer to the bedroom door when I heard a noise downstairs. "Hello? Sidney?" I called down over the railing. Again I was met with silence.

I shrugged and turned around to face the bedroom door, raised my fist and knocked. "Mom, you in there?" I asked. The door creaked open a little so I grabbed the handle only to touch something wet. "Gross." I wiped my hand on my shirt and pushed open the door. "M–" I gasped, stumbling back when I saw the room. Mom was on the floor, eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling. Everything was covered in blood.

The ceiling, the walls, the furniture, the floor. The floor was soaking in blood where she lay. She was covered in blood. I dropped to my knees beside her. "Mom?" I whispered. Her eyes were glossed over and vacant. "Mom?" I shook by the shoulder. I could feel the blood soaking into my jeans. A loud sob left me when my brain finally caught up and it recognized that she was dead. She had been murdered. I fell back onto my ass and pushed myself away from her to try and stand. I was covered in her blood.

I used the dresser to help me stand, my hands shook. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't process anything. "Mom! Yn! Anyone home?" My head whipped to the side towards the open bedroom door. I heard Sidney's footsteps coming up the stairs. "Mom?" I forced my feet to move and rushed out of the bedroom. "Sidney stopped in her tracks when she saw me. "Yn? What–why…" she looked at the bedroom and tried to rush past me but I grabbed a hold of her before she could get into the room. We both fell to the floor Sidney was screaming after seeing the room. Our mother was dead m, brutally murdered.