#I'm just gonna have to carry everything back and forth

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Asking them if they'd let you get them pregnant...part 2?

Cw: pregnancy talk, a little suggestive.

Part one is here.

Part three is here.

Part four is here.

A/N: more crack to feed my silly little brain I decided to have a few where it's poly for even more funsies :V

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Kaveh and Alhaitham have two very different reactions when they're both asked the same question during dinner. Kaveh's is the most dramatic as he drops his spoon into his soup slashing some onto the table staring at you with his eyes wide and mouth gaping like a fish.

Alhaitham is more relaxed but his singular raised brow over the book he'd been reading says everything. It's silent for a few seconds before you repeat your question which has Kaveh screeching flailing his hands in different directions.

"We heard you the first time! Wh-wha-JUST why?!" "Kaveh calm down its just a question." He whips his head to Alhaitham. " Why are you so calm?! They just asked to get us pregnant!"

Alhaitham closes his book knowing he's not gonna be able to read in peace at this rate.

"We both know that's not physically possible and you know that. It's just one of their hypothetical questions they always ask when they're bored."

This makes him simmer down just a little until you speak up saying that you are not joking and that it is very much possible to get them pregnant and that you know how.

"Excuse me?" "EXCUSE ME?!" The two say simultaneously at different levels of disbelief.

You begin explaining the detailed process you found in some records that could without a doubt make it possible to make either one or both of them pregnant. So you ask again if they'd let you get them pregnant.

Kaveh sputters and Alhaitham is silent as they both process the words. But Alhaitham breaks the silence.

"Well I'm not carrying. Kaveh can do it."

"WHAT?! How come you can't carry?!"

"Because I've got work to do-"

"Well so do I-"

It's a constant back and forth before you clear your throat and say that Alhaitham can carry and work until he starts to show and that you'll provide for the family while Kaveh takes care of Alhaitham. Kaveh looks a little torn and Alhaitham is unbothered but this arrangement works out pretty well for him.

"Alright we start tonight!"

"What?" "WHAT?!" they respond.

Zhongli and Childe are silent when you ask them the question if you can get one or both of them pregnant if they'd let you. Childe breaks the silence laughing that even if they had wanted to they're both not exactly equipped to do so but Zhongli cuts him off that such a thing would be no problem.

"Come on you must be joking. We can't get pregnant-"

"You may not be able to but I can." Skill issue?

Zhongli explains while he no longer has the gnosis he still has plenty of adeptal power and knowledge to make pregnancy in himself and others, should Childe want to also bear a child, possible. Childe is stunned by the knowledge but he ultimately agrees to let Zhongli be the one to bear the children while he continues working and you take care of him.

Though he does ask for at least one sparring session before Zhongli goes through with the process as he's not going to fight him while he's pregnant. It's a little funny hearing him explain to Hu Tao that he's going to need to take parental leave because he's going to be pregnant.

Diluc nearly shatters the glass he's cleaning his face as red as his hair. He's lucky that everyone has left the bar and it's just you and him he doesn't think he could handle the embarrassment. Taking a deep breath to calm himself but he does stutter as he asks you if that's your way of asking to have children together.

He doesn't mind having children it's just, well, he didn't think this was how you'd ask. There's also the fact, as he points out, that you're both not exactly equipped for him to bear your children in the way you're suggesting.

"It's possible though, I asked Venti and he knows of a way from his friend in Liyue."

Diluc covers his now pink face with a hand groaning because of course their drunken absentee God says he knows how to make that possible.

"Look, just...ignore whatever that bard says I-"

"I know he's Barbatos Diluc and I don't think he was lying I mean I got the solution here."

You lift up a vile of suspiciously pink liquid that just radiates energy. You swirl the liquid while looking deeply into his eyes.

"So...would you let me get you pregnant?"

He tugs at his shirt collar and adjusts his gloves nervously. "Per...perhaps later just...not here. Let me finish up closing and we can talk about this."

Kaeya laughs swishing the glass of wine in his hands reclining comfortably in the loveseat in your shared home.

"Well your mind is certainly in other places. Had I known you wished to try something new I would have brought out the other wine."

Clearly he thinks you're joking, perhaps horny and or drunker than he is so he doesn't think much of it at least until you bring out a mysterious vile you got from a certain alchemist that apparently would make it very possible to get him pregnant.

He glances between you and the vile a couple of times before he breaks out into laughter.

"So this is what you were doing while I've been away to Sumeru? You must tell me just what other things you get up to when I'm gone."

He carefully takes the vile from your hands holding it up to the light watching the odd gold swirls in the pink liquid swirl around. He hums as he thinks about what this little vile can do and takes a little sip finding it a little bitter but delightful.

"Well then let's find out if this little potion can do its job. Just so you know if it does work, you'll owe me plenty of death afternoon once I'm done carrying them."

[rvros]

I have to leave my flat by this day next week but I'm leaving tomorrow for a weekend for family stuff so you'd imagine I'd be panicking ...

[lilacevans]

1 down, 13 more to gooooo

[lxnarphase]

Screaming, crying, violently shaking the bars on my enclosure for thigh grinding. Please.

i had to let this marinate for a little, this is actually so good i love the idea of just plopping yourself on their lap, straddling their thigh when you want their attention when they're doing something. and you gave me free reign on who to write so i am in heaven with these thoughts. i thought about adding 'who would pretend to not notice' and 'who would make you do it until you squirt' but i think i already got carried away with this little thirst ❤︎

WHO ENCOURAGES IT: g. suguru, n. kento, h. kinji, f. toji

the second you sit on him, his attention snaps to you, inquisitively raising an eyebrow. but once you tell him to focus on what he was doing, he bites his lip as he feels you grinding yourself on his thigh.

suguru's abandoned his show, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands on your waist, guiding you back and forth against his leg. "oh, pretty babyyyy, go on, grind on me. does it feel good?" he's a little upset you aren't facing him, but whenever you turn your head over your shoulder, he coos at you so sweetly. he even brings his hand down to your front, playing with your puffy clit through your soaked underwear. "look at you, your gonna get my leg all wet...tsk, you're gonna lick it up for me after, right?" kento turns a pretty shade of pink, chucking as he shakes his head. he texted you only 2 minutes ago, responding to you pouting and asking when he'd be done with work, he didn't think you'd show up this soon. "have i been neglecting you, honey? mm, i'm sorry, love. you can keep going," he encourages, his hand on your lower back as he looks up at you from his leather desk chair. oh, he could never get tired of his view. if he could, he'd have you sit on his thigh every time he worked in his office, but...he knew that wouldn't work out, he'd never be able to get work done with you sitting all pretty on him like this. "i'll take a break from work, okay? mhm, just for you. now keep going, honey, i want you to feel good." kinji stops everything immediately. "well, hi to you too, cupcake," he whistles, his hands instantly starting to rub up and down your sides. "needy cunt wanted some attention? aww, she needs her kinjiiii, ain't that right, doll?" his hand trails down and smacks your ass before grabbing a handful. his eyes are lidded but filled with excitement. oh, he looooved when you took control of your pleasure and used him to feel good. knowing that you needed him so badly that just grinding on his thigh could make you cum made his ego shoot through the roof. "c'mon, wanna have you soak my thigh before i touch you, baby, lemme see how messy you can get." toji is pleasantly surprised when you come to him with that pretty little pout, cooing his name in just his black sweater. his thin pajama pants can't be that good to grind on, the fabric isn't nearly rough enough, but he can feel how hot and wet you're getting, how sticky your panties are getting. seeing how you're getting frustrated, toji just lifts you up and plops you on his dick. "hey, pretty mama, you strugglin'? mhm, yeah, i knowww. my pants aren't enough for that pussy t' cum, are they?" he helps you move your hips back and forth, lazily smirking up at you. "yeah, that feel better? grindin' on my cock instead? y'so pretty, mama, so so pretty."

WHO CUMS IN THEIR PANTS: g. satoru, k. choso

it's hard not to get turned on from seeing you hovering over him, eyes lidded and filled with need, using their thigh to get yourself off. you just look so fucking gorgeous they can't help but move you off their thigh to their lap.

satoru lets you grind on his thigh for a little bit, kissing all over your neck as he fucking giggles into your skin. when he gets that pretty whine of his name after mouthing your pressure point, he pulls you onto his lap, grinding up into you. "baby, baby, baby, you're so cute, s'fuckin' cute! f-fuck, shit, 'm gonna cum, h-haah, you'd gonna make me cum in my fuckin' jeans, c'mon." he lets out the filthiest moan, laughing deliriously as he cums in his jeans. he barely gives himself a second to breathe before he moves you onto your back on the couch, sliding your panties to the side and pulling out his cock that's still hard and covered in his cum. "tsk-tsk-tsk, little dumplinggg, you made me waste it, 's a baddd girl...now i gotta fuck you 'til it leaks out, m'kay? my cock feels so much better than my thigh, angel, let 'toru into this lil' cunt." choso looks up at you with wide eyes, and you barely get to grind on his thigh before he whines, slowly pulling you towards his lap where his hard dick is pressing against his shorts. "b-babe," he whimpers, finally feeling you grinding against him directly. "y-you, i-i, mmn, i can feel your pussy, y-you're grindin' right on the tip, keep going, p-please?" he's activitly fucking up into you, uncaring that his gym shorts are getting soaked with his precum, eyes rolling back in his head as he keens your name. "pleasepleaseplease, 'm gonna cum, lemme cum, i wanna cum against you like this, please!"

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[glasvera]

Bittersweet

Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader

Description: Recent attacks on your home town have slowed down business at the cafe you work at, but your day gets a lot more interesting when three of the Guardians of the Galaxy walk through the door.

Warnings: Rocket waving around a firearm, Star-Lord being an insufferable flirt... uh... other than that it's just cutesy shit.

A/N: Listen, I had to get around to the dreaded coffee shop trope at some point. Also, I mainly specify fem!reader because this may become a multi-part fic...? depending on how I'm feeling...? and a lot of the cutesy behaviors were written with a more feminine reader in mind.

EDIT: PART TWO IS OUT NOW!

Word Count: 2.8k

There were many things in your life that you could be thankful for: you had a job, you could afford rent (barely), and it hadn’t rained on your walk to work this morning. Though, that did mean you had to deal with the thunderous and grating sounds of construction during your commute.

Work had slowed down recently, but that wasn’t at all surprising. You were a barista at a fairly popular cafe downtown, and normally there would be a constant stream of customers in and out of the door. Unfortunately, when some idiot supervillain comes around town and decides to cause havoc and destruction up and down Main Street, fewer people feel safe enough to venture out for a cup of coffee. Really, the cafe shouldn’t be open at all. But the owner was a hardass, and rent and groceries don’t pay for themselves.

Still though, at least it was slow right now. Death and destruction sort of kills the mood to make lattes.

With your cheek smushed against your hand, you lean on the counter and drum your nails against the hard surface to the beat of the smooth jazz your boss always played, waiting impatiently for your shift to be over. Thanks to the lack of business, it was just you and one other employee right now, and you really weren’t in the mood to talk about the most recent episode of the current K-drama she’s been watching. Way too high energy for you right now.

Unfortunately, fate has decided to give you the big middle finger this afternoon when a boisterous trio walks through the door. You couldn’t even hear the chime of the door’s bell over the way two of them bickered back and forth. Snapped out of your mind’s pointless wandering, you stand up straight and take a good luck at your new clientele.

One of the ones arguing looked normal enough. Average height, messy dirty blonde hair… though he was definitely not wearing anything from this planet. It looked like some sort of strange space jumpsuit with a blue coat thrown over top of it. He’s looking down and practically shouting at a… bipedal raccoon? You blink your eyes before rubbing them, making sure you were seeing things clearly, but no. That was definitely a bipedal, talking raccoon wearing clothes and carrying a very large gun. Said gun seemed to be the root of their argument as the blonde guy gestures wildly at it.

“You can’t just bring that in here, Rocket! These are normal, human people! You’re gonna scare them!”

“Why should I give a flark? I ain’t leaving myself unarmed if any bad guys show up. You saw how torn up the streets were out there!” the raccoon replies, flinging his paws about even as he holds the gun. Your coworker has long ducked out and disappeared to the back.

You don’t know how to react. You don’t even know where to begin. Quite frankly, you were willing to ignore open carry laws if it meant you didn’t have to be on the receiving end of that. But all of the tension in your body, hell, everything else fades into the background when you see him.

A man, seemingly made of pure gold and with matching gorgeous golden locks, stands behind the other two with his hand on the back of his neck. A mantled red cloak rests on his shoulders, but otherwise it seems he’s completely shirtless, and you can see lines etched into his skin that contour his defined muscles perfectly. Well, perhaps you can ignore multiple rules today. Pupilless, milky white eyes meet yours, and he gives you an apologetic smile.

Perfection doesn’t exist, shouldn’t exist… So how is it standing before you as he approaches the counter?

“Please, forgive them,” he starts, and even his voice is perfectly soothing. “I asked my friend Pe--Star-Lord, if I could try this coffee I had heard so much about, and this was the only place open nearby.”

“O-Oh, it’s… it’s um, well… if I said it was okay, I’d be lying, but--”

His brows knit together with worry. “If we must take our leave, I understand. It seems as though your town has been through enough already. If only we had been able to minimize more of the damage.”

“No, no, it’s fine!” you respond almost frantically. The last thing you want is for this man to leave, even if the same can't be said for his companions. Once you process the rest of what he said though, you tilt your head to the side curiously and point to some of the wreckage being cleaned up outside the cafe window. “Wait… that was you guys?” you ask incredulously.

The other man halts his argument and shoves Rocket’s face down and out of the way, and the raccoon looks about ready to bite that hand off. “The Guardians of the Galaxy, at your service!” he proclaims triumphantly as Rocket exclaims muffled obscenities. “Or, at least, some of us. At least the best looking one is here!” he clarifies with his thumb pointed into his chest. Ah, the egotistical type. Wonderful.

“I’m so lucky,” you reply dryly as you roll your eyes and massage your temples. It does draw a snort from the golden man in front of you though, and that makes you smile slightly as your attention is brought back to him. His very presence is warm like sunshine and almost as blinding. So much so that you don't realize the other guy is walking up to join him at the counter until he's practically shoving his hand toward you to shake.

“Name's Star-Lord, though you can call me whatever you like, sweetheart,” he adds with a wink. You stare down blankly at his hand, unmoving, and you can practically feel the way he tenses up from the awkward silence that ensues. Being flirted with at work was nothing new for you, and you always hoped there was a special place in hell for those who decided to take their chances with the employees forced to receive their advances. “...Or, uh… yeah. Star-Lord is fine,” he backtracks as he withdraws his hand and brushes it on his pants.

“Right. Cool,” you respond nonchalantly, turning your attention down to the register's monitor. “So what can I get you?”

The golden man snickers behind his hand and Rocket grabs Star-Lord by the hem of his coat. “Sorry. We haven't gotten him fixed yet, so he has a hard time keeping it in his pants,” he jokes as he glares pointedly at the man who had handled him so roughly just moments ago. Okay, that gets a chuckle out of you.

“Hey, what-!?”

“Can it, flark-face. We're gonna wait outside while Goldie gets his fix,” the raccoon interrupts as he starts dragging him outside. “Don't take too long, ya hear?”

“The two of you can return to the ship if you do not wish to wait. I intend to take my time,” the man responds calmly, giving you a soft smile. Rocket grumbles something about not blaming them if he gets lost later, but he doesn't seem to protest as they exit the cafe with a chime of the door’s bell.

“I cannot apologize enough for my companions,” he starts, and he is a little confused when you titter at that. “You… seem to have handled them well, though. I admit I am impressed.”

He's impressed? It's such a simple little thing, just a comment in passing, but you feel a rush of warmth in your cheeks.

“It's nothing, really. Once you get past the shock of a talking raccoon, at least,” you joke.

“I wouldn't recommend calling him that to his face,” he warns with a wry smile.

“Noted,” you reply with a toothy grin of your own that he quickly mirrors. Gorgeous, and good at both conversation and easing the tension? You were done for. But, you still have a job to do, and he was here for a reason.

“So… never tried coffee, then?” you ask as you turn to idly check the different bean blends you had on hand.

“No,” he responds almost sheepishly. You giggle softly.

“It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not everyone's cup of tea.”

“But… but I thought it would be a cup of coffee,” he says, his voice sounding rather confused and a little worried. Oh. He's adorable.

“Oh! It's just… it's a phrase. Saying it's not everyone's cup of tea just means it's not to everyone's taste,” you explain as you turn to look at him over your shoulder.

He looks positively befuddled, bringing a hand to his forehead and brushing back his hair. “It is so much simpler to say it that way…” he muses quietly to himself. You still pick up on it and chuckle.

“Well, regardless, don't be surprised if you don't like it,” you continue as you grind a scoop of beans from your lightest roast. “A lot of people say it smells better than it tastes.”

It was slow enough, and he seemed quite interested in your explanation sans the confusing turn of phrase. You could take your time. Hell, you were ready to give him the cup for free as payback to your boss for the stupid smooth jazz playlist you'd practically memorized from the amount of times it looped. Your customer waited patiently, taking in every detail as his eyes followed your movements.

“Do you enjoy it?” he asks, breaking the temporary silence. When you turn towards him and blink curiously, he clarifies, “Coffee, I mean.”

The slow, steady drip of freshly brewing coffee begins, and you return your attention to him. “I do, yeah. Definitely an acquired taste, but nothing a little bit of cream and sugar can't fix.” You lean your elbows on the counter and tilt your head to the side. “A lot of people drink it for the caffeine more than anything.”

He blinks those white gold eyes at you, but nods in understanding after a moment. “Yes… caffeine I am familiar with. Some of the Guardians have taken a liking to energy drinks…” His voice trails off, as does his gaze, and you quirk a brow. He looks as though he’s seen terrible things and is suffering PTSD flashbacks right before your eyes… maybe you should move on from that.

“Well,” you start, bringing him back to reality as his head snaps towards you. You grab a cup, slide on its cardboard sleeve, and begin pouring the contents of the freshly brewed pot into it. Sliding it towards him, you watch him cradle it in his hands, seemingly intrigued by its warmth. “Ready to try it? Be careful though; it’s hot.”

“That should be no trouble,” he responds before bringing the cup to his lips. Your eyes widen with concern for a moment, but he clearly speaks truth as he takes a long sip without so much as a flinch. At least, he doesn’t flinch from the temperature of it. The flavor, on the other hand…

“It is…”

He tries so desperately to force a smile. His eyes narrow a bit, and the corners of his lips tug their way towards his cheeks, but it’s tight-lipped, and his nose crinkles in displeasure. You roll your lips between your teeth and try to subdue the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“Don’t force yourself. Here,” you say, holding your hand out to take his cup back. He does so instantly, dropping the facade and immediately regarding it with visible disgust. He looks akin to a cat that is about to smack something that has displeased them. Now you can’t help the chuckle from slipping out. “It can taste better, I promise.”

“I do not believe you,” he states plainly, but pauses when your fingertips brush against each other in the passing of the cup. It’s incidental, fleeting, but he seems to stare down at where your skin touched him, studying it. He blinks twice and meets your gaze. “...Though, I suppose I should relent to the resident expert on this vile beverage.”

“Vile?” you snort as you procure a spoon, cane sugar, and a small pitcher of half and half. “I suppose I can understand though. Even I don’t drink it black--er, without any additives,” you tell him, catching yourself before you confuse him with some other English terminology he clearly didn’t understand. Based on his reaction, you scoop a few spoonfuls of sugar, stirring it and pouring the half and half until the liquid takes on a lighter, cloudier hue. Blonde, you might call it. You slide it back over to him, and he squints at it. You laugh and, nodding at the cup, urge him to try it again.

“If this is some sort of trick…” he replies warily, taking the hot beverage into his hand for the second time. You give him a cheeky smile in return and rest your head on your wrist, waiting patiently for him to take another sip. When he realizes he’s not getting anything else out of you until he does, he sighs and brings it back to his lips. His trepidation is obvious; the liquid scarcely passes through the seam of his lips at first. But then it hits his tongue and his eyes widen in shock. After taking a proper sip then, he sets the cup back on the counter, staring at it as though it were the product of some sort of witchcraft.

“It is still bitter, and yet…” his words trail off as he stares at it before his eyes flicker to yours, full of wonder. “There is a complexity to it. Sweetness to combat the bitter. Cream to compliment the acidity…”

“Hmm, never seen someone turn into a coffee sommelier over the simple addition of cream and sugar,” you tease as he picks up the cup and continues drinking it. There is something fascinating about the utter innocence of it; rare is the occasion that one can witness a stranger’s firsts like this, and he brought an almost childlike wonder to the simple act of drinking coffee. It’s terribly adorable.

He sees the smile on your face and the tenderness in your expression, and he averts his gaze suddenly. The embarrassment doesn’t help his case in the slightest, instead pulling a lilting giggle from your lips.

“I’m glad you like it, really,” you add genuinely. “I would hate for your first impression to be one of just bitter, acrid bean water.”

“My first impression?” he inquires curiously. “I suppose such things matter. Though, truly, my first impression of you was that of a calm, patient, and gentle soul.”

That hadn’t been what you meant at all. You were referring to the cafe itself, not to its humble employee. His words leave your jaw slack and your eyes wide, and you turn away bashfully before covering your face with one hand. “O-oh, that’s--I meant--”

Now it’s his turn to chortle, and it’s a lovely, deep, rumbling sound. “I am aware. Still, I find it pertinent to speak of the truths I see in front of me,” he speaks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he revels in the flush he feels radiating off of your very being. “Especially when they draw such wonderful expressions forth.”

He was teasing you. Here you were, moments ago, marveling at how naive he seemed to be. Now you truly felt the fool.

A golden hand places a few bills and coins onto the counter. “I look forward to the next time I visit this establishment. You can introduce me to even more of the seemingly vast world of coffee.”

You’re dumbfounded. Next time? And he wanted to see you? He’s moving to take his leave, giving you the softest yet somehow most knowing of smiles, and you feel yourself panic.

“Wait!” you call out suddenly.

He does. Though, there is a somewhat perplexed look about him at your sudden outburst.

“I… I didn’t catch your name. If you’re going to be a regular here, well… I like knowing my regulars’ names.”

That was a load of bullshit and you knew it, but that doesn’t mean he has to. You’d be damned if you didn’t know the name of the perfect, Midas touched man that would be haunting your dreams for weeks to come. At least he regards you with a solemn understanding, giving you a soft “ah” as though it made perfect sense to him.

“I am Adam Warlock. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Y/N,” he responds before, with an effortless flourish of his red cape, he finally exits the door with the gentle chime of its bell.

His voice… your name upon his lips sounded like heaven. Wait, how did he--!?

Oh. Right. Name tag, duh. 

Still though, you knew every shift from here on out would be painstakingly torturous as you waited for that beautiful golden man to walk back through the cafe’s door.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hey Shaz, how are you. I have been sad lately, and I was hoping you could cheer me up. Would it be too much to ask you to do a post on Hobi accidentally putting our favorite couple out there?

Listen. Not alot of people would put this moment on the list but its on the list for me. But mostly because this happens to me all the time! See anon, I am a laugher. I laugh ALOT, much like Jhope.

Not too long ago my sister and her hubby were going at it over something and I was in the back seat just laughing my head off. Then day before yesterday a close friend of mine and her hubby had a silly back and forth and I was there having the time of my life. So when I saw this tweet by Busan baes just now I couldn't help but add it to the list because Jhope here 👆🏾 is me when a couple bickers near me. And I bet I'm not the only one who's experienced this. So yeah, to me Jhope's reaction to Jikook here goes on the list 1300%

But moving on, anon. Exhibit B

A popular moment we all know and love ☺

I go more in depth about it here. The fact that Jhope didn't even notice his slip up thou 🤭🤭

Exhibit C.

Anon idk what in your life is making you sad but I'm hoping this small analysis of Jhope being a snitch, brings a smile to your face 😘 it sure brings a huge grin to mine 😂 its the way Jhope couldn't wait to tell Jimin what he had seen. Poor JK 🤣 Nah, I love that moment sm 🤭🤭

P.S -> that moment answers the age old question on who Jhope would pick if Jikook ever broke up 🤭🤭

Exhibit D

I talk about it here. I remember some ot7s tried debunking this moment by saying that Jhope confuses Jimin and JK's names all the time, so this was just him doing that. While that explanation is valid, it doesn't apply here. When Jhope shouts "JK!" He actually turns around to look at JK. So yeah, he didn't make a mistake this time.

Exhibit E

Speaking of Jhope confusing their names. On this compilation is all members confusing Jikook with eo.

Ends at 3:50. You will notice the culprit is mostly Jhope. This part is my fav 😂😂

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Its hilarious to me but its also really telling, anon. He is one of the reasons we know Jikook spend ALOT of time together.

Exhibit H

This compilation here shows Jhope being the Jikook president he is 😍

Among the things mentioned, is this moment where Jhope shouts "wifey" when JK carries Jimin

Notice how he didn't say it when JK was carrying anyone else ☕

Exhibit I

I actually didn't know about this one, anon. It's new to me 🤭

Its on this analysis here by "breakdown the kookmin" we all know that moment in rom coms where the couple goes to a pottery date and the man sits behind the woman, wraps his hands around hers and they mould the clay together. Now why on earth would Jhope tell JK to do that to Jimin? Eh? And like BTK asks, why can't he just do it himself? 😏😏 oh Hobi 🤭 tell us more, please 😂 tell us everything! ☕

Exhibit J

I don't really need to say much about this one do I?

It's a popular Jhope outing Jikook moment. Basically Jimin was lagging behind and Jhope went to JK specifically -not any other member- to complain about Jimin being slow. You know, like how you can go to a boyfriend about their girl and vice versa?

Tweet with video here

Exhibit K

Is another common moment. We talk about this live a little bit here and talk about Jimin being a big eater here.

Otherwise there is plenty of analyses videos on this live everywhere. e.g this one.

This is considered a Jihope moment but really its a Jikook one. Once you realise JK was in the room, what Jhope was doing to Jimin makes sense. This was a bestfriend teasing their other bestfriend about how they were gonna get some later 🤭🤭 tihihihihi.

LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST (he will continue to slip once they finish serving. Ha haa)

Exhibit L

We talk about this moment here. Like I said, he could have used Jin or Suga as an example, but he used JK 🤷🏾‍♀️

Jikook is real. Have been boyfriends for a long while. So if in doubt, then pay attention to Jhope 😁😁 He's the closest to them which means once in a while he will slip up.

Thanks for the ask anon, I enjoyed doing it 😘 Hope you've cheered up and are feeling better 💛💜

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

it was your writing that convinced me to finally start leaving comments in the tags on fics, congrats on 900!!!

imagining this as either playful, or scoffed brattily at ak jason...

"What're you gonna do? Kill me?"

~800 words. He's toxic in this, but I feel like I always write AK that way. Enjoy!

Jason Todd is your... something. It's hard to put a label on something that feels like it could slip away at one wrong move, one misplaced step.

You've tried to come to terms with who he is now, how that cell in Arkham changed him. But it's hard. It's really hard when he's become so volatile, when he treats everything you say and do like it's a trick.

You love him. Really. You always have. You still do. But he's so angry at you right now. All you did was leave his stupid base for a last-minute dinner with your friends.

Yeah, Gotham is dangerous. Yeah, you could have left a note. But you're an adult, and he's not in charge of you, no matter how much he thinks he is.

He's still in that ridiculous outfit, helmet lifted over his face as he rants and paces back and forth. He spits venom at you, tries to make you feel like you're wrong.

You don't think you're wrong. If anything, you're just as livid, fingers curling into fists at his words. He had no right to snatch you off the street on your way back. No right to lecture you and treat you like you've committed the crime of the century.

"You act like you're invincible," he snaps, eyes sharp and glaring, "Always running off on your own. I should– I should just–"

"You should just what," you hiss back, unable to bite down your words any longer. You cross your arms, defiant and unwilling to give him an inch, "What are you gonna do? Kill me?"

He stops in his track, and the air seems to grow cold. You almost waver, almost back down and scramble to get out apologies. But your fury feels righteous, and you egg him on through your wariness.

"Well," you goad, "Are you? Gonna get rid of me the same way you do all your other problems?"

He says your name, sounds out every letter in a slow, deep rumble of a warning, “Careful.”

It's a threat you immediately ignore. A small part of you knows he's dangerous, that there's blood on his hands, but you don't care enough to caution yourself. All he's done tonight is push you, and you want to push back.

Your lips curl into some semblance of a snarl, brushing off how stony his face has gone, “Bite me, Jason. I'm done. Done with trying to figure out what you even want from me any–”

Fingers close around your throat before you can get out another word. You choke on nothing as his hand flexes, reminding you exactly how much strength he carries.

“You are not done,” he tells you. It's a command, an order, and instruction you can't even consider disobeying. “We are not done. Be angry. Be upset. But don't, don't you dare end anything.”

All you can manage is a weak nod, eyes wide and dumbstruck as he stares you down with relentless determination. His thumb strokes the side of your neck, gaze expectant and waiting. When you don't manage to find your words, he finds them for you.

“Tell me we aren't done,” he murmurs, tone lower, but no less sharp and commanding. His grip doesn't waver, even when you reach up to grab his wrist and tug.

“We aren't done,” you echo weakly, desperate for him to let go. Even if he's not squeezing your throat, the threat is enough to make you light-headed. Your knees feel like they're going to give, and you can't seem to get your body to move.

He stares at you for another minute, then drops his hand from its place around your neck. You suck in a desperate breath of air, and his face doesn't even twitch.

“You should know by now, what I want,” he says, tone flat and void of any hints of how he's feeling.

You bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say. There's nothing to say. Your heart is pounding. You think you might be scared. And you really don't know what he wants from you. Not anymore.

He clenches his jaw. There's words on the tip of his tongue, you can tell. You can tell the same way he can tell that he's frightened you.

But he doesn't apologize, doesn't offer you any semblance of comfort. It's a silent standoff, almost a staring contest as your rub where his hand lingered only seconds ago.

He exhales shakily, breaking the moment, “Just– don't leave. It doesn't matter what you think of me or any of this. Doesn't matter if you hate me. It's too late for you to leave. You're a part of this now.”

“I don't hate you,” you breathe out, and it almost tastes like a lie. You're not sure if either of you believes it. But he steps closer, ignoring the way you stiffen.

He draws you into a tight hug, murmuring almost incoherently into the top of your head that you need to stay. That you're going to stay.

It's only then, only when he holds you so close that you're nearly suffocating, that you realize it was never really your choice. You're going to stay.

[kangshxrtie]

42 . pool party (written)

"i'm actually gonna beat your ass if you shoot me one more time," you told ricky after he sprayed you with the water gun yet again, all while you were just trying to complete a simple task.

everyone was in prep mode for natty's pool party: decorating, locking doors, making sure everything was in place. you were trying to be helpful, but ricky had other plans.

"do it, bitch," he said, bucking at you.

"you motherfucker!" you lunged at him, and he took off running. "you're such a fucking pussy!" you yelled as you chased him across the backyard.

"i'm not gonna just sit there and get hit, the fuck!" he called back.

"you should with all the shit you talk!" you shouted.

"why are y'all running?" zhang hao asked, glancing up from the bar he was setting up.

"because he pisses me off," you said, not slowing down.

"just don't mess anything up," hanbin warned from across the yard.

"trust, the only thing i'll be messing up is ricky," you snapped, eyes locked on your target.

"you have to catch me first!" ricky shouted, glancing over his shoulder, just in time to run straight into a lawn chair after nearly colliding with yunjin, who'd just stepped in front of him.

"catch who?" yunjin asked, raising a brow as she blocked his path.

"bitch," ricky cursed, trying to swerve around her, but by then, you were already there.

"i won't catch who now?" you grinned, smacking him with the pool noodle you'd been carrying.

"you wouldn't have if it wasn't for yunjin!" ricky protested, trying, and failing, to block your attacks.

"and? of course, my girl helped me," you said proudly, finally backing off.

"we cool now?" ricky asked, breathless.

"for now," you nodded, walking back over to yunjin.

"i'm not even gonna question what was happening there," yunjin said as you joined her.

"probably for the better," you replied.

"but you wanna take some pictures?" yunjin asked, holding up her phone.

"wait yes. i haven't taken any yet," you said, lighting up.

"yay!" she smiled.

after taking a few shots with julie, belle, and yunjin, you were hanging out with natty near the shallow end of the pool, both of you perched on the edge with your feet in the water. you were passing a blunt back and forth just talking.

at some point one the joint was gone, natty reached out and flicked a droplet of water at your face. you gasped dramatically and splashed her back, which quickly spiraled into a mini splash war.

which somehow caused all of your friends to spawn and now you all were in the pool with ricky, matthew, zhang hao, and hanbin causing a wave pool as the girls rode the wave. some of the water was splashing over but nobody cared since you all were just having fun.

then, somehow, you all ended up deciding to do pool races. it was a spontaneous idea, but everyone was surprisingly down. luckily, the rest of the party gave the pool to your group for the time being—probably because natty was in there. you noticed a few people casually stepping out of the water once your group got in, like they already knew the chaos that was about to happen.

to split into teams, you made everyone line up and count off by twos. team one ended up being ricky, matthew, julie, and natty. team two was zhang hao, hanbin, belle, and yunjin. you stayed out to be the official judge, self-appointed.

first up was ricky vs zhang hao. they got to the edge of the pool, holding on like they were about to compete in the olympics or something.

"ready!" you yelled. "set... go!" they took off, and ricky shot ahead super fast. zhang hao tried to keep up, but ricky was just doing the most. he hit the wall first, obviously proud of himself.

next was matthew vs hanbin. this one was way closer. matthew was strong, but hanbin swam like he'd done this a bunch of times. they were neck and neck for a bit, but matthew slowed down just a little and hanbin pulled ahead to win it.

then came julie vs belle. they screamed like they were in a drama before diving in. julie's swimming was a little messy, but she was fast. belle looked more chill and steady, but julie's speed made her win. she celebrated like she just won gold.

last up was natty vs yunjin. you already knew this one was gonna be intense. they were both laughing and fake elbowing each other like they were about to fight instead of swim.

"ready... set... go!" they dove in at the same time and were super close the whole way. it looked like a tie until natty suddenly sped up at the end and barely beat yunjin to the wall.

she turned and swam back to you, taking her time like she wasn't just racing full speed a second ago.

she turned and swam back toward you, closing the distance slowly, casually, like she wasn't just racing a second ago.

"did you have faith in me?" natty asked.

"i'm not gonna lie, i genuinely had no idea who would win," you said.

"are you gonna give me a prize for winning?" natty asked with a smirk.

"i can pour you a shot," you offered.

"i'll take it," natty said.

the two of you stayed there, sitting at the edge of the pool with your legs in the water, talking as the others slowly made their way out and left the two of you alone. there was music still playing faintly in the background, but you two weren't paying attention to much else.

eventually, she leaned against your shoulder, still catching her breath from laughing at something you said. you couldn't tell if it was the tequila, the heat, or just natty, but you felt weird having her this close to you now.

you stood up to go grab another drink, and natty reached up to tug your wrist. "where you going?"

"don't worry, i'll be right back," you said, flashing her a smirk, but just as you were getting ready to walk off, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed you from behind and lifted you clean off the ground.

“ahh—matthew, put me the fuck down!” you yelled, flailing in his grip.

“sorry, y/n!” he laughed, right before launching both of you into the pool. when you surfaced, gasping and wiping your face, everyone around the pool was cracking up, especially ricky and natty, who were practically doubled over.

before matthew could climb out, you grabbed his arm with a grin. “we should get ricky and natty next.”

“i’m so down,” he grinned back. 

you both got out of the pool, playfully shoving each other to keep the act casual, before heading straight for your next victims.

“honestly, you deserved that,” natty said once her laughter finally calmed down.

“yeah? and you know what you deserve?” you said, stepping toward her.

“what?” she challenged, raising a brow.

“the same thing.” you wrapped your arms around her in a tight hug before she could escape.

“y/n! let me go!” she yelped, struggling against you.

“nah, you thought that shit was hilarious,” you said, dragging her slowly toward the pool.

“i did, but that doesn’t mean—y/n, stop!” she protested, even as her laughter betrayed her.

“but this is even funnier,” you bent down and scooped her into a bridal carry.

“okay, wait. i kinda like this,” natty said, locking eyes with you. she stopped resisting, instead wrapping her arms loosely around your neck.

“i’m glad you do,” you said and jumped in.

she gripped you tighter as the water swallowed you both. when you resurfaced, she was still clinging to you, arms hooked around your neck like she had no intention of letting go.

“now that’s fun,” you breathed out.

“yeah… it was,” natty agreed, smiling at you.

the two of you just floated there, close, her arms still around you. you weren’t saying anything, but the energy was there. then natty leaned in, eyes flicking down toward your lips. you leaned your head back, just slightly, dodging her advance.

from the edge of the pool, someone yelled, “kiss! kiss! kiss!” and suddenly the rest of the group joined in, chanting. you looked around, flustered, avoiding everyone's eyes. 

“can you let go of me now?” you asked quietly. natty blinked, her smile faltering, but she let go.

you swam to the edge without looking back and climbed out, the cheers dying behind you. as you walked, people instinctively made space, letting you pass in silence. you might’ve been a little buzzed earlier, but that whole moment sobered you fast.

you grabbed your towel and wrapped it tightly around yourself, slipping on your shoes before heading back inside. you didn’t even hesitate, you knew exactly where you were going natty’s room for your phone. you didn’t check your notifications or look at any group chats. the second you had your phone in your hand, you opened your messages and went straight to daniela.

right now, she was the only person you wanted to talk to, maybe even see.

natty walked into the room, wrapped in a towel, her expression already heavy—but it shifted into something even sadder when she saw you.

the two of you stood there in thick silence, just… looking at each other until you finally broke it.

“i was just in here for my phone,” you said, your voice quieter than expected. you clutched your phone and moved to leave, but stopped when she spoke.

“y/n, wait.”

“yeah?” you paused at the door, glancing back at her. 

“did you not kiss me because there were people watching… or because you didn’t want to?” she asked. “just be honest.”

you took a breath before speaking, “i wish i could say it was about the crowd. like, that i didn’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. but… i don’t like you like that.”

“damn. i’m just delusional, then,” natty gave a small, dry laugh.

“don’t say that,” you said gently. “i thought we were joking around. i didn’t know you felt that way.”

“i thought we were kinda feeling each other,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “especially these past couple of days.”

“i’m… basically dating someone,” you said.

“oh—i didn’t know.” she looked down.

“that’s on me. i should’ve made it clearer that i wasn’t interested like that. i just didn’t realize…”

“damn. you really are oblivious,” she muttered.

“has dating me ever crossed your mind?” she asked softly.

“honestly… first year, yeah. but not anymore. i’m sorry.” you hesitated. 

“so i fumbled my chance,” she chuckled.

“it’s okay, though. you could do so much better than me,” you offered.

“i really don’t think i can,” she said with a weak smile.

“can i ask who you're into?” she asked after a second.

“…daniela,” you said.

“wait—really? oh my god. that explains why she’s been giving me death glares these past few days.” natty blinked. 

“she has?” you asked.

“yeah. it all makes sense now,” she sighed. “and honestly… i think y’all would be cute together.”

“thanks. i’ll tell her you said that.”

“please don’t,” she said quickly. “she can’t know i said that.”

you both shared a small laugh.

“well,” she added, “if you two ever break up or whatever… remember me.”

“i’d hope we don’t, but… for your sake, i’ll say i will,” you replied.

“i’ll back off now,” she said, serious again. “gotta protect my heart a little.”

“i still hope you’ll come around though.”

“of course. i promised i would.”

“i just feel bad that i rejected you in front of a whole crowd,” you sighed.

“yeah… i’ve got some healing to do after that one,” she said, half-joking, half-sincere.

“natty…”

“i’ll be fine,” she said, waving it off. “enjoy the rest of the party if you’re staying.”

“i kinda have to. we all stayed here last night.”

“oh, true. i did promise to drive y’all back tomorrow.”

“i might get someone to come pick me up later, just so things aren’t awkward.”

“if not, i still got you,” she said.

“thanks. i appreciate it.”

“well… see you later,” natty stepped aside, letting you walk through the doorway. 

“yeah,” you said, giving her a small nod before leaving the room.

you let out the biggest sigh as you stepped outside. everything felt loud and bright and exhausting now. you headed straight for a lawn chair and collapsed into it, pulling your towel tighter around you.

you planned to sit there for a solid thirty minutes, and then quietly call an uber, hopefully without anyone bothering you.

you checked your phone. still no message from daniela. your brain spiraled instantly: she’s probably with someone else. or dead. or just hates you now.

you tried to distract yourself with social media, scrolling aimlessly, until a funny video popped up. the kind of thing only you and daniela would laugh at. and just like that, you were back in her messages.

but before you could overthink too hard, you heard a familiar voice.

“y/n!” julie’s voice rang out as she approached.

“where the fuck did you go?” she asked, flopping down next to you.

“i was talking to natty. and now i’m just waiting for an appropriate moment to dip.”

“wait—what? why are you leaving?”

“do you not know?”

“i’ve been mixing drinks with zhang hao and hanbin for the past hour.” julie blinked.

“natty tried to kiss me in the pool,” you looked at her, deadpan. 

“she did what!?” julie’s eyes widened. thank god for the loud music, no one noticed her scream.

“i jumped in with her, like jokingly. she was still holding onto me when we came up, and i guess she thought it was a moment… she leaned in and i dodged it.”

“oh my god…” julie covered her mouth. 

“and it was worse because everyone was chanting for us to kiss. but i wasn’t feeling it. so i asked her to let go, and i just… left.”

“y/n…” julie looked heartbroken for you.

“then we talked. i had to reject her. i didn’t want to keep playing around if she was serious.”

“damn. i cannot believe i missed all that.”

“i’m glad you missed it. that was so embarrassing.”

“are you okay though?” julie asked, scooting closer.

“i’m fine. i’m just… worried about her.”

“don’t feel bad for being honest,” julie said. “she’ll be okay.”

“but i feel like i lost a friend. we got so close lately.”

“i really think you two can bounce back from this.”

“i hope so,” you said.

“would you be mad if i went to check on her?” julie hesitated.

“of course not. she probably needs that more than i do.” you shook your head. 

“i’ll be back soon then,” julie said, standing up.

“i’m ordering an uber in like ten minutes anyway.”

“oh—well i’ll see you at home then,” she said.

“i’m just gonna do my little goodbye lap and head out.”

“alright. be safe, and seriously, don’t feel too bad. i’ll make sure natty enjoys the rest of the night.”

you stood up to hug her. “you better. i expect a full recap. and videos.”

“you know i gotchu,” julie said before heading back inside.

you pulled out your phone, ready to order the uber, when suddenly your phone dinged with a new message. you swear your phone glitched with how fast you opened it once you saw it was from daniela.

you happily gathered your things, suddenly a lot more excited to leave now that you had something to look forward to.

scanning the party for any familiar faces, you spotted matthew and ricky at a table playing uno with zhang hao and hanbin. you made your way over.

“who’s winning?” you asked casually.

all four of them jumped at the sound of your voice.

“y/n, you're alive!” matthew shouted dramatically.

“were there rumors i died?” you raised a brow.

“i just haven’t seen you since you and natty disappeared underwater,” matthew said.

“and you didn’t think to check if we ever came up?”

“i assumed someone else would’ve.”

“wow. so none of y’all know what actually happened?”

“i just saw natty follow you inside,” ricky said. “and honestly, i don’t think i wanna know.”

“well, i can promise it’s not what you’re thinking—but i’ll let julie fill you in.”

“wait, what happened?” zhang hao finally spoke up.

“i may have just ruined my friendship with natty,” you admitted.

“holy shit, what?” hanbin gaped.

“julie’ll catch you up,” you said, backing away. “my ride’s almost here and i gotta say bye to a few more people. bye bye!”

“that’s just messed up!” ricky called out behind you.

you ignored him, moving through the crowd in search of belle and yunjin. you knew a lot of people here, but they were the ones you needed to talk to before leaving. after weaving through the party for a bit, you found them in the most predictable spot: the smoking circle, passing a joint back and forth.

“heyyy,” you greeted as you walked up.

“you want a hit?” yunjin offered, holding the joint out to you.

“i would love to, but i’m literally about to leave.”

“huh? why?” belle asked.

“dani’s picking me up,” you said with a grin.

“you whore,” belle teased immediately.

“but no, for real… i just rejected natty and i don’t think she wants me around anymore, so i’m heading out.”

“what?!” both of them instantly sat up from their lounging positions.

“tell julie to give you the full rundown,” you said, already turning to leave. “i gotta go steal some alcohol before i go.”

“ain’t no way you drop half the tea and then dip,” yunjin shouted after you.

you just waved and made your way to the bar, grabbing a few shooters and slipping them into your bag. almost like perfect timing, your phone buzzed with a text from daniela that she was pulling up soon.

you quickly made your way outside, dodging around parked cars in the driveway and along the street until you spotted her familiar red car cruising toward you.

you stood up straight, trying to look decent. thankfully you were dry by now, even if you were still in your swimsuit, with the rest of your clothes stuffed into your bag.

daniela rolled down the window, resting one arm on the door and leaning slightly toward you. she looked so good.

“how much you charge, babygirl?” she asked, smirking.

“i’m expensive. you sure you can afford me?” you teased, leaning on her window.

“i mean... do you see my car?” daniela shot back.

“then let me in. i’ll show you a good time.”

“doors always unlocked for you.”

you laughed as you opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. daniela pulled off once you had your seatbelt on.

“damn, so that’s where natty lives?” she asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“yeah… her pool’s nice, though.”

“mhm.” daniela just nodded, eyes on the road.

“so…” she glanced over at you, “wanna tell me what happened?”

you hesitated for a second, then went for it. “natty tried to kiss me.”

“i see,” daniela said, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“but i backed away before she could. and i finally rejected her because... i realized she really did like me.”

“wait—natty likes you? oh my god. who would've guessed?” daniela let out a slow breath. 

“okay, look—i was distracted. i didn’t notice how she was looking at me.”

“oh yeah? what were you so distracted by?”

“you.” you turned your head and looked at her. 

that shut her up real fast.

“oh—” daniela blinked, completely caught off guard.

you could see the way her grip on the wheel loosened slightly, the tension in her shoulders softening as a small smile tugged at her lips.

“you can’t just drop that and not expect me to crash the car,” she said, finally glancing at you again.

“i’m just being honest. you’re always on my mind lately,” you laughed softly, leaning your head back against the seat.

“does this mean you’re done hanging out with natty all the time now?” daniela asked, her voice light but laced with something a little deeper.

“until she gets over me,” you said quietly.

“i don’t think you’re ever gonna see her again.” daniela glanced over at you. 

“don’t say that,” you frowned.

“i’m serious,” she said, eyes focused on the road. “i like you, so i get it. that feeling doesn’t just go away. she might never get over you.”

you let out a soft sigh, sinking a bit further into the seat. “i’ll just miss our friendship.”

“it’s okay. i’ll introduce you to some of my friends,” daniela offered casually.

“do you even have other friends?” you turned to her, deadpan. 

“wow. the disrespect.” daniela gasped, mock-offended. 

“no, like—i’m serious,” you said, grinning. “i’ve only ever seen you with the same five people.”

“i have some others,” she muttered, clearly bluffing.

“sure you do,” you laughed. “so, what’s the plan now?”

“i didn’t really have one,” daniela shrugged. “i was gonna offer to go somewhere, but i didn’t know how you were feeling after all that.”

“my clothes are still kinda damp,” you admitted.

“we can go back to mine,” she offered. “you can borrow something to wear.”

“yes. a thousand times yes.”

“alright, let’s go then,” daniela smiled. 

you looked out the window for a second, then turned back to her. “wait. i’m just now realizing—i’ve never actually been over to your place.”

“it’s about time, then,” she glanced at you with a smirk.

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[dixons-sunshine]

You Are My Sunshine | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: Being pregnant was a challenge, and being pregnant in an apocalypse came with a whole set of challenges on its own. Luckily, you had Daryl to take care of you, even if he was a little bit overprotective.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Alexandria, post Saviour war, pre the building of the bridge.

Warnings: Swearing, probably other things I can’t think of right now.

A/N: I don’t really know if pregnant ladies not being allowed to lift heavy things is factual or not. I just remembered someone telling me once that it could be harmful for the unborn child, and I’ve seen it being mentioned in movies and shows before, so I went based off of that. If it isn’t true, please pretend that it is for my sake lol.

“I know ya can, but it dun’ mean ya have to. Ya need’a take it easy.”

“Daryl, I'm perfectly capable of carrying it myself, you know.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, a small smile spreading over your face. “Dar, I have to do something. I can’t let everyone else do everything while I sit on my ass all day.”

“Yer pregnant. I ain't lettin’ ya overwork yerself. Anyone have a problem with that, let me know and I’ll handle ‘em. I ain’t lettin’ anythin’ happen to our baby jus’ ‘cause some people can’t pick up the slack and ya have to do their work for ‘em.”

“I highly doubt carrying one crate is gonna do anything,” you stated matter-of-factly, walking at a steady pace beside the archer while he was carrying the crate in question back to the pantry.

“Ain’t riskin’ it,” Daryl retorted with a sense of finality, pushing the crate onto one of the shelves before turning to you. He took a step towards you and placed a gentle hand on your growing bump, looking at you with a soft expression. “Ya and this baby, our baby, are the most important people in the world to me. I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to the two of ya. If that means carryin’ a crate so that ya can rest or fightin’ off a herd of walkers so that yer safe, so be it. I’d do anythin’ for you and our lil’ one.”

You smiled softly at the archer you’ve grown to love above everything else. You leaned forward to press a quick, gentle peck on his cheek before leaning back, giggling at the bashful look and blush that coated Daryl’s face from the small action. “Sorry,” you said with a light laugh, aware of his feelings towards public displays of affection. “You’re just too adorable sometimes, you know that?”

That elicited a scoff from Daryl. He withdrew his hand from your bump and stepped back, ducking his head down to let his hair hide the growing blush on his face. “I ain’t adorable,” he retorted quietly.

“You are,” you responded with a light laugh. “There’s nothing you can say that’ll change my mind about that. You, Daryl Dixon, are adorable, sweet, caring and so much more. There honestly aren’t enough adjectives in the dictionary to describe how perfect you are to me.”

Daryl scoffed again. He shook his head at you, but you could see his mouth twitch up into a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Nah,” he started, glancing at you through the hair that hung in front of his eyes. “Yer the perfect one. ‘M lucky to call ya mine.”

“Don’t start with me, Dixon. We can go back and forth about who’s more perfect all day,” you joked, successfully gaining a small chuckle from him in response.

“Alright,” he started, taking a step forward to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “I ain’t about to start an argument with the pregnant lady.”

“If that’s the case, does that mean I can help out with the tasks around here?” you asked, batting your eyelashes up at him innocently.

Daryl scoffed and shook his head. “Nah, that I ain’t lettin' happen. I was talkin’ ‘bout petty arguments. Ya need to take it easy and rest. Leave the work to the people who ain’t got unborn babies in their bellies they have to worry ‘bout.”

“Daryl—” you started, about to voice your protest, but the archer cut you off.

“None of that,” he stated with a shake of his head, his tone stern. “Ya remember the times ya wouldn’t let me do much to help out when I was hurt? I could help jus’ fine then too, but ya were worried ‘bout me and takin’ care of me. Let me take care of ya now, alright? Ya have more at stake here than tearin’ a few stitches.”

You pondered over his words for a few moments, hesitantly nodding after a few seconds. “Alright,” you finally agreed with a small sigh. “I haven’t really been getting much sleep these past few days. I guess I can go take a nap or something if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Hey,” Daryl started, taking one of your hands in his. “This ain’t ‘cause I think yer incapable to help out or somethin’. I know ya can, but I would feel better knowin’ yer not accidentally overworkin’ yerself. I’ve seen it happen before. Ya’d get so focused on a task and would overwork yerself without even knowin’ it. I dun’ want that to happen to ya right now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, willing the feelings of being useless away at the archer’s reassuring words, knowing he spoke nothing but the truth. “But the moment you guys desperately need an extra pair of hands, promise me you’ll come get me?”

Daryl nodded half-heartedly, and you could tell that even if he promised he would, he probably wouldn’t come get you. He’d put yours and your baby’s safety above everything else, even at the cost of a few extra hours of work for him and the other Alexandrians.

You leaned up on your toes to press a feathery light kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You gave him a smile before turning to walk out of the pantry towards the home you shared with him. As soon as you reached the front door of your home and pushed inside, you shrugged off your jacket and kicked off your shoes, discarding them by the table next to the entrance. You looked at the expanse of the quiet house and sighed, knowing you’d be alone until the sun started to set.

Well, you thought to yourself, I might as well make the best of my time alone. You went towards the kitchen to get a glass of water before descending up the stairs towards your room. You changed into something more comfortable before settling down on the bed, grabbing the book you were busy reading and flipping to the page you were busy with. You absentmindedly placed one hand over your stomach, the other holding the book as your eyes started to trail over the words on the page.

After a while, the words on the page started to blur together. You blinked repeatedly, hoping to clear your vision, but to no avail. Your eyes fell closed on their own accord, and within a few moments, you were asleep.

The feeling of the bed dipping beside you awoke you from your slumber. You opened your eyes and brought one of your hands up to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. When your vision cleared, you locked eyes with Daryl, the man having a faint, soft smile on his face.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake ya,” he apologized, bringing a hand up to brush the stray hair back and away from your eyes.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, bringing yourself up to a sitting position. You grabbed the book that you had read before falling asleep and placed it on your bedside table, before shifting your attention back to the archer.

Daryl was seated on the edge of the bed, busy pulling his boots off of his feet. When he was done, he laid back against the headboard, bringing his legs up to rest on the bed. His shoulders were slightly slumped, his posture giving away how tired he was. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. The workload hadn’t been that much that day, and as soon as the people were done they could return to their homes, so you couldn’t understand why Daryl looked so tired. Unless...

“Daryl,” you began softly, instantly catching the archer’s attention. “Did more work come in while I was here at home?” Daryl’s silence was enough of an answer. “Daryl—”

“S’fine. Nothin’ we couldn’t handle. Jus’ some buildin’ materials Maggie and the King sent us from their communities to fix up more houses. Rick wanted to get started on the repairs today, so Aaron and I got some people together to start.”

“Daryl,” you started, shaking your head. “I told you that if you needed an extra pair of hands to come and get me.”

“Nah, we were fine. Ya clearly needed the rest.”

“But—” you started to retort, but Daryl cut you off instantly.

“Michonne told me that really heavy liftin’ ain’t good for a pregnant lady. Said it can hurt the baby, so I didn’t want ya carryin’ logs and other heavy materials around. The rest of us can handle that.”

“When did you talk to Michonne?” you asked skeptically, your eyes narrowing in suspicion.

A sheepish look graced Daryl’s features. He avoided your gaze and instead focused his eyes on the bedsheets. “About a week after we found out that yer pregnant,” he admitted, nervously chewing on his bottom lip. “I was askin’ her and Carol what I could do to help make yer pregnancy easier, what would help with yer mornin’ sickness and what ya should avoid doin’, and she told me that ya needed to refrain from liftin’ heavy things. Said it could harm the baby.”

“So that’s why you’ve been so against me helping out around here?” you asked, earning a nod of confirmation from Daryl.

“Yeah. Most of the work we gotta do ‘round here involves heavy liftin’, and I didn’t want ya accidentally hurtin’ yerself or our lil’ one ‘cause of it. That’s why I’ve been so adamant about ya takin’ it easy,” he confirmed, ducking his head in embarrassment. “I didn’t wanna be overbearin’, but ya really wanted to help out with everythin’ and the thought of somethin’ goin’ wrong ‘cause of all the hard work we have to do was too much for me to handle. M’sorry.”

You gently grabbed Daryl’s hand, bringing it up to softly kiss his knuckles. “Why are you sorry? For not wanting anything to happen to me or our baby? You don’t have anything to apologize for. If anything, I should be apologizing.”

“For what?” Daryl asked confusedly, intertwining your fingers with his.

“For being so adamant about working. I just... I didn’t want to feel useless. I didn’t want to feel like a burden because I couldn’t help out.”

Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed, his lips pressing together tightly. “Yer not a burden. Dun’ ever think that. Yer carryin’ a life in yer belly, and that’s takin’ up most of yer energy and time. If anybody has a problem with the fact that ya can’t work as hard as ya used to for the next few months ‘cause yer pregnant, let me know and I’ll beat their ass.”

You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, you could feel tears starting to form in your eyes. Daryl noticed it and frowned, concern lacing his voice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked frantically, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks gently. He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumb.

“Hormones,” you said simply, laughing through your tears. “I don’t even really know why I’m crying.”

“C’mere,” Daryl said, wrapping his arms around you and guiding you to lay your head down on his chest. You shifted your body until your were comfortable, wrapping your arms around him as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Daryl’s arms wrapped around you, one of his hands venturing down to your baby bump. He gently started to caress your stomach, his hand’s soft movements making you sleepy almost instantly.

“M’sorry for bein’ so overprotective,” Daryl voiced after a few moments of silence, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“And I’m sorry for being so stubborn. I promise I’ll be more careful and take it easier from now on,” you promised, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest.

“Thank god,” he sighed in relief. “Any more of yer stubbornness and I would’a been forced to lock ya in the house whenever there was work to do.”

You laughed and lightly hit one of his arms that were wrapped around you, eliciting a chuckle from the archer. “I love you,” you mumbled into his chest.

“I love ya too,” he responded, placing another kiss on your head. "Now get some more rest. I'll be right here when ya wake up.”

You nodded against his chest and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat, your own personal lullaby. As your eyes drifted closed for the second time that day, you swore you could hear Daryl start to hum a song. A song you’ve been singing to your baby in your stomach since you found out you were pregnant.

You are my sunshine.

A smile formed on your face as Daryl lowly continued to hum the song, his hand still gently caressing your stomach. With the gentle caress of his hand, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the song he was humming, you soon drifted into slumber, safe in your archer’s arms.

[chimerafeathers]

the concept of intentional boredom/tedium in video games is very much a "your mileage may vary" kind of thing and i go back and forth about it in different situations. where does it work? where does it feel earned/worth the mental toll? why am i gonna play a game that is trying to make me miserable?

i can understand this not being the case for everyone (ymmv, after all) but for ISaT i was so fucking fully on board with the repetitive tedium of it all. rubbing my grubby little hands together and going yesssss, yesssssss, make my immersive gameplay experience directly emulate the exact frustrations and anxieties and mind-numbing breakdowns of the player character. remind me, at every turn, the toll this would take on the person living it. make me live their inner monologue before it's ever verbalized on screen.

how strong you feel, compared to the party you're inevitably leaving behind, how weak they seem now. how annoying it is to cut down these same enemies again and again, always pointlessly getting in your way (oh, how convenient that Siffrin feels the same way so intensely that you can get an item that lets him scare them off by sheer force of will before they attack you!). since when was the King's battle--so terrifying, so impossible before--so easy? can't this go faster? you've heard this all before.

let me skip ahead, loop around, treat my character my body Siffrin as disposable, take the fast and easy way to reach the next goal when you're on the verge of an exciting breakthrough, this loop doesn't matter anyway. but ohh, this next loop might be The One, better do this one right and follow the script to perfection. make all the jokes and say all the right things to get the lovely bonding dialogue so you can carry the Best Version of Everyone through to the end. that'll give you the Good Ending, right? can't hurt to try, right? you don't really believe it but this time will fix everything, right?

how generous and wonderful to have so many shortcuts at hand! dissociating zoning out to skip repetitive dialogue, splitting your head open on a rock slipping on a banana peel in the town to loop right to the floor you need, suuuuurely all of this stuff is purely for the Player's Convenience and won't have any psychological impact on our dear protagonist such that it gets slammed back into the player's face as a stomach-dropping reminder that someone's moment-to-moment experience in this time loop still matters, still carries over, still gets riddled with scars even if they can't be seen!

i've played & watched enough games that trivialize/hand-wave game mechanics that it's pretty easy to detach myself from the minutiae of video game decision-making. "this input gets the Good Response" -> "i will continue doing this input." "this option will be more efficient" -> "might as well save some time then." but this game would not let me stop thinking about consequence.

picking Siffrin's favorite food makes them happy! :) it's also the option that makes Bonnie the happiest! yay! -> i keep picking their favorite food -> Siffrin gradually grows sick of something that once brought him joy -> oh. right. that...makes sense, huh.

okay i asked the King what i needed, mann there won't be any tears after the fight is over so i'll have to do the whole ending scene again and that takes a while and i reeeeally wanna talk to Loop, maybe i'll just lose on purpose this time -> OH. RIGHT. THIS IS MAYBE THE MOST PAINFUL WAY FOR SIFFRIN TO DIE BOTH PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY HUH. -> never gonna do that again actually!!!!! the ending isn't that long!!!!

banana peel time! we've got places to be and mysteries to solve! -> (you're a living comedy sketch.) (you wonder if you'll ever be able to smell bananas again without wanting to vomit.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

it's always cute to see Isabeau's reactions! pick the options that make him blush :3 -> (disgusting. manipulative. it's no wonder he thinks he likes you, you made him feel that way.) -> i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry siffrin NO he liked you before any of this happened please don't think of yourself that way--

maybe it won't hit the same for every player (what game can expect to do that?) but holy fuck it hit for me. the way the mechanics let you fall into familiar gamey rhythms but constantly, constantly remind you that this is Siffrin's life you're playing with. the way you end up perfectly in step in the worst ways. muscle memory and habit built up so well that you both stumble when something changes. devastating and delicious

[peachhcs]

a fic or blurb of ryan’s farewell party for will pls?!

charm bracelet

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy heads to boston after ryan begs her to fly out for will’s farewell party in hopes of reconciling things between the ex-couple (writing grace and samy’s dynamic was actually so fun because i’ve never wrote them before)

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i got so carried away with this it wasn’t gonna be this long but it turned into a whole fic. the ending of this is a bit interpret how you want, but in my mind it’s them not completely ignoring one another, but they aren’t gonna talk it out for a long while. p.s. the baby grace and will photo i found is actually adorable!

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"please come?" ryan begged over the phone while samy sat at her desk pondering the offer he'd been trying to convince her of for the last twenty minutes. "if not for will, then for us? don't know when we'll see you if you aren't coming out to boston as often anymore," the brunette continued making samy feel even worse.

"hey, i'll still come to boston. i didn't just go for will, you know," the girl rolled her eyes slightly.

"then come out to see us. you don't even have to see will if you don't want. there will be enough people that you'll probably be able to avoid him," ryan kept persisting because 1. he knew samy still cared deep down and 2. she was their friends too and he knew the guys really wanted to see her again before school started back up.

"you're so annoying," she teased a bit making them both laugh. "i'll think about it, okay? i might have to be back at school, but i'll see."

"promise?"

"i promise," samy nodded and the two ended the call. when her phone found its place back on her desk, samy knew damn well already that she was completely free that weekend. she just didn't know if she could stomach potentially seeing will.

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two weeks later, samy and her mom were on a plane to boston for the party. ellen was still very close to colleen and after being there for will his entire life, she wasn't missing this despite everything that's happened.

gabe and ryan drove into the city the day before to catch up with samy themselves. will didn't have much idea that the hughes were in town and probably wouldn't find out until tomorrow at the party.

"hey, hughesy," ryan greeted with a large smile. his arms quickly slid around the girl's frame in a tight hug before letting gabe take his turn.

"hi, it's good to see you guys again," samy grinned widely. she really did miss seeing them. it'd been since worlds that they were all together like this.

"i'm glad you came out. i didn't think you would," gabe admitted as the three sat at a small table waiting for the waiter to take their orders.

"i didn't think i was coming either, but i wanted to see you guys before school started and we'd get too caught up in everything," the brunette explained which made them smile.

"i can't believe school's gonna start again. feels like it just ended," gabe chuckled.

"don't remind me," ryan groaned earning more laughs from the other two.

the three quickly filled each other in on the things they missed. it felt like old times when everyone was in michigan together spending weekends sitting on a floor going back and forth with stupid little games. all of that felt like such simpler times because no feelings were involved. at least not any known feelings.

things settled a bit as samy and the boys ate their sandwiches they ordered and the topic shifted to one samy knew was gonna come up eventually.

"i don't know if i've said this to you, but will's a real idiot," gabe said quietly.

samy's jaw clenched a bit, "yeah, he is."

"have you..talked to him at all?" ryan wondered and the girl instantly shook her head.

"no and i don't really want to. i don't even know what i'd say to him or what he could say that would make me forgive him. he threw it all away and that really fucking hurts," samy admitted truthfully.

"right and you have every right to not wanna talk to him. he was an asshole for not trying to talk things out with you," gabe nodded in agreement.

"can i just say one thing though? i'm no way trying to defend anything that he said or did, but you gotta remember how will is with this kind of stuff sometimes. he says the wrong things when he's thinking something else. you guys were best friends above everything. you know him better than any of us probably. you really want to leave things on this note?" ryan said softly.

samy's gaze flicked away from the boys knowing ryan did have a small point in the back of her mind, but she wasn't ready to admit that. things were confusing and hard.

being back in boston had this pull on her. everything she's ever known came from michigan and boston—will being one of those things. he hurt her so badly, yet a really, really small part of her wanted to reach out.

"it doesn't matter anymore, ry. he meant what he said and even if he didn't wanna say it, he still did. i was basically worthless to him," samy couldn't though. her head overruled her heart knowing she needed to stand her ground because there was nothing more she could say to him.

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will's entire house was packed with people. room to room, wall to wall, lawn to lawn—there were people everywhere. ryan wasn't wrong that samy could lose herself pretty easily into the crowd.

she hung outside a lot because out there she could escape anywhere if she saw will whereas inside could end up trapping her if she wasn't careful. she happily caught up with drew, aram, vote, and cutter who greeted her with bright smiles.

the idea of even being in the same proximity as will sent goosebumps down the girl's arms. her eyes were constantly flicking around as if she would see him turn some corner and make eye contact.

somehow, she managed to find a corner where it wasn't too crowded by the lawn chairs. the youngest hughes sat out on them just people watching when familiar locks of blonde hair started coming her way. for a moment, samy tensed, wondering how grace took the news about their breakup because she hadn't exactly talked to the oldest smith sibling since it happened.

"hey, samy," the older girl greeted warmly.

"hi, gracie," samy smiled, relaxing a bit when she saw the girl's smile.

"i'm happy to see you. it's been awhile," grace found a seat beside her for a moment while the brunette nodded a bit.

"yeah, it has," her gaze flicked away because they both knew why it had been awhile since they saw one another. grace didn't make a huge appearance at the family vacation a few months ago since she was busy apartment hunting and even then, her and samy didn't talk much because they never got to catch one another at the right time.

"this might be a stupid question, but..how are you?" the older girl wondered gently.

"i'm..i'm okay. hanging in there, i guess," samy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

"i'm sorry i haven't talked to you since..i don't want you to think i hate you or anything. last month was super busy and you looked busy and i didn't know if it was too soon to ask about everything.." grace trailed off a bit when she realized she was rambling. samy quickly shook her head.

"don't worry about it. i was worried you hated me," a small laugh sounded from the soccer players lips.

"oh my god no! i don't. i promise. i actually..am mad at will for how all of this happened. i..i was shocked when you left and i found will out there..i'm sorry. i..i wish i had an answer for my brother's reason, but i don't. i..i don't know why he broke up with you," grace frowned deeply.

"i left in such a mess, i'm sorry again. everything happened way too fast," samy shook her head.

"have you talked to him since.."

"ry and gabe asked me that yesterday and i said no. i mean, i have nothing to say to him, so why would i, you know?" the brunette shrugged.

"right, of course. mom told him this morning you and your mom were coming. that went over..interesting to say the least," grace tapped her finger against her cup.

"i've been avoiding him, i guess. i'm not sure i can really stomach seeing him, but..i don't know. felt like i owed it to him to be here at least? and the other guys too. don't know when i'll see them again. this whole thing feels like it screwed up everything with everyone," samy laughed dryly.

"i get it. i'm glad you did come. i saw your mom earlier, it was good to see her. even if will won't admit it, i know he's glad you're at least here too. one last hurrah before we move him out to california," grace said.

samy thought back to all the times will would talk about his move to cali whenever it happened. he'd always say how she'd fly out with him to help him decorate his apartment when the time came. plus, all the times will told her how he couldn't wait until they could live together so long distance would be over, yet he'd wait forever for her.

god, what happened to that will?

"you're thinking," the blonde pointed out, snapping samy back into reality.

while will knew her insanely well, so did grace. the two girls did grow up alongside one another even though there was a three year age gap. grace was the older sister samy never had as a little girl and she still was, so of course the older girl knew when samy was lost in thought.

"yeah, sorry," the younger girl shook her head.

"penny for your thoughts?" the expression made samy smile because will said the same thing.

"just how will always talked about me being there with him when he moved to california and how he couldn't wait until i was done with school to move out there with him. i wonder where that will went who was so ambitious about us and saying he would wait forever for me," the younger girl smiled sadly.

a little sigh escaped grace's lips hearing samy sound so heartbroken still. "i wish i knew what was running through his mind. i didn't even know he was considering it. it shocked the hell out of all of us. he's in there still somewhere, i know it and i know you don't wanna hear that, but i gotta believe it. i have never seen my brother like someone as much as he likes you, it confuses me how he just threw it all away like that," the blonde shook her head.

"you and me both," samy frowned this time.

"i think you just gotta give it time because damn, all of us believed you guys were it for each other. you'll find your way back, i think you two just need some space. will needs to settle in california and play a few games with the sharks and then i'm sure he'll come around. i don't believe this is the true end for you guys," grace said firmly.

the youngest hughes wanted to believe her so badly, but she just couldn't.

"maybe. it's hard to say though," samy said instead of being a complete pessimist about it.

the party ended a few hours later with samy successfully avoiding any contact with will. she didn't even see him which was surprising because she knew he was making his rounds.

her and her mom drove back to the hotel in silence just unwinding from the long day and talking to everyone they saw.

samy was brushing her teeth when her mom stuck her head in. the younger girl raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"i have a gift from you from someone i spoke to today," ellen said vaguely. the brunette raised her eyebrow.

"who?"

mrs. hughes didn't say anything while she just placed the envelope into samy's hand. the girl saw her name scribbled across the top in handwriting that she quickly recognized as will's. samy's gaze snapped to her mom's.

"i told him he's gonna do great in san jose," ellen said because she knew her daughter knew who that envelope was from.

the older woman slipped out of the bathroom leaving samy with the gift in her hand. she should've thrown it away, but curiosity got the better of her and she carefully ripped it open.

there wasn't any note or card, only a small charm of a shark.

her eyes danced to the charm bracelet sitting on her wrist that held her most precious charms.

will knew everything about her charm bracelet because he supplied most of the charms on the chain.

she remembered seeing the shark charm in some little gift shop with will many months ago, quickly mumbling something about how adorable it was and would fit the aesthetic for will's soon to be san jose career.

she had no idea will went back to buy it for her.

samy even wondered how long he's had it for.

without a word, samy clipped it onto the chain, adding one more pretty charm to her bracelet and a tiny smile painted her lips.

[iluvstarkey]

When The Tide Comes

AN: This is apart of my Tans and Temptation series BUT it is perfectly fine to read by itself no context is needed. <3 Also someone let me know if you think Sarah's reasoning is dramatic because this story is based on a true story.

Summary: Sarah unfriends you and Rafe comforts you.

Warnings: Sarahs a Bitch, Swearing, Rafe and Reader are not together, mentions of abuse, Rafe is a sweetheart.

Rafe Cameron x Thorton reader

Now Spinning: Cherry by Harry Styles

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Ever since you can remember, the island has been divided between kooks and pogues. Figure eight and the cut. How people looked at you mattered you were a Thorton, and everyone knew who you were and who your family was. You had an image; it was hard to carry the weight of the island having its eyes on you, but thankfully, you weren't alone. Sarah Cameron, your best friend in the whole world, your rock, the only person who understood the weight of it all was by your side.

When your freshmen year started, you two did everything together. You tried to get your classes to be the exact same; you had your brother or Sarahs drive you to school every day. You walked to each other's lockers and to each other's classes. Soon, your duo turned into three and then later four. Sarah, Cassie, Kiara, and you. You would go everywhere together until Toppers back to school party. You were friends with a couple of pogues and you were hanging beside them with Kiara. Cassie and Sarah were off with Sarah's new boyfriend who also happened to be your brother. You thought it wasn't a big deal that Sarah liked Topper. You would be a hypocrite to say that since you liked her brother as well.

JJ was throwing a rock back and forth to John B when all of a sudden, John B missed the catch, and the rock hit right into the Keg, knocking it over. Topper soon ran over his hands, shooting up in the air, "Watch it, pogue, this alcohol costs more than your worth. Shouldn't you be at home anyway? Getting beaten by your deadbeat dad?" "Fuck off, Topper." Kie pushed him backward. " Awe, protecting your Pogue boyfriend? Do you have a kink for getting beaten as well? You know what they say about like father like son." Topper sneered back at her. "God, Topper, you're such a bitch." Kie took JJ's arm and dragged him away from the scene.

"No way she just called Topper a bitch, the fucking nerve she has," Sarah spoke up beside you, you didn't even notice her walk up next to you. You decided against defending Kiara. Recently, something has been off with Sarah, she barely invited you to things, only hanging out with Cassie and Topper, a newfound trio. Sarah has also been more irritable. She would randomly get mad at you and wouldn't give it up until you apologized for it. You never knew what side you were on.

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"I'm just not talking to her, I don't want to be friends with someone who's gonna treat me like that, you know? I mean, she didn't even apologize to me she actually hasn't said anything to me about it. She also keeps asking me to hang out, like who does she think she is?" You and Sarah sat in the kitchen eating some type of sandwich that Sarah said was the best she's ever made. "I mean, I don't really know the whole situation. Do you really think she meant harm in it? Are you just fully going to cut her off?" You spoke up halfway chewing. "Please even if she apologized it wouldn't have been true so what's the point." Sarah moved her chair and walked out of the room.

You never told Sarah, but you never stopped hanging out with Kiara, you guys would hang out basically every day at the beach somehow Sarah ended up finding out one night when you were with Kiara. Sarah then unadded you and basically never talked to you when she was over with your brother. She didn't even try to communicate her feelings she just shut down and then decided you were the worst person in the world. At first, it bothered you, the fact that you were extremely close to just her cutting you off like you meant nothing. You guys grew up together, you did everything with each other. Then it turned into anger, the fact that she thought she could just do that like she was in the right. She wasn't, she was being dramatic she couldn't possibly think that she was right? Topper said some messed up things, and Kiara didn't even call her the bitch so why was she expecting an apology?

You and Kie were on the pier with the pogues, nothing was really going on you had a couple drinks. You had some type of intuition and decided to check your phone to see Cassie's story. She was on the mainland for the weekend with Sarah. That was always the trip that you both took. Every year on July 7th, you would travel up to the mainland for the weekend. You excused yourself from the group and decided to walk home.

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You had tears brewing in your eyes as you opened the door. Rafe sat in the living room some type of sports game was playing. He was alone Topper must have been in the bathroom. He turned his head towards you as the door clicked shut. "Hey princess have a fun night?" He teased you before noticing the tears in your eyes. "Not tonight Rafe." He immediately got up and dragged you to your room away from the loud tv. He shut the door to your bedroom and cupped your face wiping away the tears. "What's wrong?" You shook your head as the tears just flowed.

Rafe just brought you into a hug, rubbing your back, which just made you sob harder into him. "Shhhh, it's okay, You're okay, breathe, sweet girl." He was gentle, very gentle. You looked up at him your eyes landing on his handsome face. His hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his beautiful blue eyes that just searched your face for any indication of what happened, his perfect body. Him. Rafe snapped you out of your trance. "Y/n, talk to me what happened?" You walk over to the side of your bed and have a seat. You decided to tell him everything. Starting with what Topper said all the way to Sarah cutting you off and finally going on the mainland trip with someone else. By the time you were done explaining, you were exhausted. You cried it all out to Rafe, who just sat there and listened.

Rafe listened to the whole story from start to end. "Don't let her get to her, you know? I would just ignore it. You two were friends since you two were born she won't just replace you like that now, c'mon time for you to go to bed." Rafe got up and motioned for you to lie down. You did as instructed and he pulled the covers up over you and then kissed your forehead. "Don't let her get to you okay?" You nodded at him before he turned your light off and walked out of the room.

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[ihaznoclue]

Hi can i ask for Nicole, Grace, Anby, and Belle with a painfully obvious crush on a dense reader (gn or male whichever you’re more comfortable with) and their friends help them confess to their crush to them?

I got your thing about requesting four character so I'll just choose three instead

Pairings -> Nicole Demara, Grace Howard, Belle x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader is Gender neutral | Them having a crush on you so their friends help them confess their love to you

Genre -> Fluff

Nicole Demara

Nicole wouldn't understand on how you haven't noticed her painfully obvious crush on you

Like literally she would give hits to you but you never seem to understand the meaning behind it

She would sneak gifts, like flowers and some notes to you

But you are quite dumb to realise Nicole has a crush on you

"I don't get it! I've tried everything but they won't understand" NIcole whine to her co-workers from the cunning hares

Anby was just simply eating her burger, while Nekomata and Billy were thinking of something to help Nicole confess her love to you

They need to do a simple thing that isn't to extra

"What about you're guys spots you usually went to together?" Nekomata asked

Nicole snapped her fingers "Neko, you are a genius, I can try to message them to meet me at the tree we use to hang out at"

And that's what she did, now she was just waiting for you to arrive

"Sorry Nicole, I didn't mean to come a little late, but I'm here now" You huffed to catch your breath

Nicole was getting nervous, what happens if this whole thing goes wrong? What if you don't like her back? Ah this is too much pressure

"Nicole? Didn't you have something to tell me?" You asked, snapping her out of her thoughts

"Oh right! Yes I did" Nicole nervous said, you just filled on stared at her with a smile on your face

"You know the small gifts you keep getting, like the flowers and notes?" She asked

"Oh yeah, I never even get to see who they were from"

"Well Those gifts that were sent to you were from, um.. they were from me"

....

"From you? Nicole why didn't you tell me they were from you?"

"Because I was scared that you weren't gonna like me back"

"Like you back?"

"I'm saying I like you Name!"

A moment of silence until she heard laughing form you "Oh Nicole, I didn't know but now I do, I like you too"

"FINALLY!"

A few more voices were heard from the distance behind a bush, making Nicole turn around

"You guys have been there the whole time!?"

Grace Howard

She would try her very best to give out hint to you

But unfortunately you are a very... slow person to understand what's happening

Grace would then ask her other co-workers to help her

Anton would be more than happy but he instantly tells you that Grace likes you

"Guys I have no Idea what to do, They don't get what I'm hinting at.. It's like they don't understand" Grace paced back and forth as she told her co-works

Koleda just simply wasn't interested int his type of stuff so she went back to doing her own stuff so that leaves, Ben and Anton

Ben said he was quite busy with stuff even though he did want to help but he just couldn't but luckily Anton was there to help Grace

But she didn't realised that ANTON was the one helping her..

Now grace was standing near where Anton walked up to you, you were just carrying around some boxes for Ben

"Hey Name!" Anton yelled out, waving to you as you slowly dropped the box to greet him

Doing your guys handshakes, Anton told you some stuff that has been going on since It has been a while you two have talked

Grace was watching over from a slight far distance, close enough to hear what you guys are saying to one another

Anton looked over at Grace and couldn't keep it in anymore, so he had to tell you the secret

"Grace Likes you!" Anton quickly said as he then realised he just said it, making Grace yell out

"Hey You said that you wouldn't tell them!" Grace yelled out

But here you are processing what just happened, Grace likes you? She likes you?!

"You like me!?" You yelled out to Grace, making Grace look away as her face became red

"I like you too" You said as you started to go to Grace, hugging her as you both fell backwards onto the ground as you laughed as Grace joined in

Anton just simply smiled as he walked away

"My job here is done"

"Oi I'm not done with you Mister!" Grace yelled out to Anton making him sprint away

Belle

Belle is a person that would do anything to get you to understand what she is trying to tell you

She is energetic and very living person

When she likes someone, she would instantly say it in my opinion

But maybe a little bit of help by her brother, Wise

"Wise I need your help" Belle whined as she laid on his bed, Wise was at his desk doing some of his stuff on his computer

Turning on his chair as you look at belle on his bed "With what?" HE asked, making Belle then sit up

"I'm trying so hard to confess my liking to Name but they never understand what I'm saying" Belle pouted

"Maybe just say it straight out of your heart, just tell them how you feel about them and if they don't understand, explain it to them?" Wise spoke

Then Belle gasped, "Why didn't I think of that!" Belle then sprinted her out of her brothers room, texting you to meet her at the front of the store

"You're welcome" Wise mumbled as he went back to what he was doing

Soon later, you finally arrived at the store to see Belle waiting for you nervously

She then spotted you as she waved to you, "Hey Belle" You spoke as you smiled

Belle then became more nervous but she kept her cool "Wanna go inside? It's quite cold out here" She asked, making you nod in agreement as you both went inside

Now you two were sitting on the couch in the staff only room, chilling together as you both talked about stuff, you both never realized Wise was int he same room doing comissions

"Hey name, is it okay if I tell you something that I wanted to say for a while now?"

"Sure what is it?"

"I.. I um.."

"She trying to say she likes you" a voice called out, making Belle yelp out as she turned to see wise

"Wise, I was about to say it" Belle then pouted and cross her arms looking like a angry baby

You were stunned but then came to realize Belle has been trying to tell you she liked you for a while now

"Oh my god, I feel so dumb, You've been trying to say that for a while now haven't you?" You asked Belle which caused her to nod, her face red

"Ah Belle I am so sorry!" You said as you then hugged her making her fall back on the couch

"So does that mean-?"

"I like you too!"

-A<3

[tyunn1ngz]

Yeonjun being your ceo hubby and you both got in a argument but had to go to a party so he spent the whole night talking with other people and you got bored so you went to go dance with a guy and Yeonjun pulled you back saying

"I know we aren't in good terms at the moment but if you think I'm gonna let you be touched by another man that isn't me the you are fucking crazy"

And either you tell him to fuck off and it turns into angry sex when you both get back or he drags you out the party and he drives to a empty car park and you both fuck in the backseat 😁

UR INSANNEEEEEEEEEEEE. cw hes kinda mean and hypocritical ? idk also i got so carried away w this dont ask me why its 1k words i literally dk what happened,,,,

no bc i imagine it would be something sooooo petty, something that clearly needed to just be chatted about but the time just slips and suddenly your attitude is just through the roof while you have to converse at this stupid party with a bunch of snobs who you decide in the heat of your anger he’s just like (you know he’s not)

and every word yeonjun speaks just serves to piss you off more >:( that dumb smile on his face like he didn’t upset you and then cater to everyone else with such ease. pretending like everything’s okay, like how dare he ! 🙄

the final straw being that maybe he laughs a little too loud at one of his employees jokes, leaned a little too close in to hear them, allowed touches that linger too long to be friendly intentions; all while he’s almost completely ignored you all evening, when you were only here for him anyway— all dolled up just for him to argue with you and then ignore you.

so you take your interest elsewhere, allowing whatever guest next hits you with a ‘no pretty little thing like you should be pouting like that’ to be your entertainment.

it doesn’t work as intended at first, your eyes consistently darting back and forth between this stranger and yeonjun, who seemingly doesn’t pay you any mind. you deflate a little, chugging back the rest of the champagne in your glass.

and then, this stranger, who you have yet to gain the name of, tries to touch you. he starts with a click of his tongue, grinning as he tilts his head a little. ‘come on, darling. don’t look so sad. i’ll keep you company… get you another drink?’ and his hands begin a slide for your waist.

alas! he’s abruptly stopped by a grasp on his wrist, tight and practically a chokehold around the limb. you know those fingers anywhere.

‘they’re fine. thanks.’ yeonjun says, composed and completely nonchalant on the surface of his tone. but you can see his grip must hurt, can hear the dip of frustration in his voice.

and then you’re being lead by his hands, gentle loving touch ever not present, until the breeze of night air bites at your skin. you frown, and pull yourself free from his clutch, standing before him looking just as frustrated as he seems to feel.

‘the hell are you doing?’ to which he scoffs a laugh, cold as the temperature that wisps at your face in bursts of wind.

‘the fuck are you doing?’

your brows furrow, anger settling under your skin again, your whole body tense. ‘what the fuck’s that supposed to mean?’

‘were you just going to let him lay his hands on you? you seemed real comfortable.’ he’ll tell you, tongue in cheek. it’s unbelievable, completely ironic that you feel maniacal.

‘you can’t be fucking serious,’ you smile despite yourself, ‘you cannot be fucking serious, yeonjun.’

silence falls over you two for a moment, every ticking second he just looks more and more pissed. you stand there practically urging him on, disbelief written across your features in such clear displays. yet, he’s still quiet, and somehow it scares you just a little. but fuck, he’s such a hypocrite! you’re the bad guy when he had hands on himself all night with no protest? you are the one in trouble like he didn’t ignore you all alone at his work party?

‘let’s go.’

you’re broken from your reverie of rageful stomping thoughts, the build up of all the mean things you want to scream at him quickly fading. now a little thrown off by the calmness of his voice, tone void of any actual emotion, your mouth drops open a little despite nothing to say.

‘huh?’

‘i said, we’re going.’

dumbfounded, you find yourself tugged along again, towards the car park where you think an awkward, tense ride home will await you. where you expect a pillow and spare blanket thrown haphazardly over the couch by the end of the night.

the last thing on your mental list to expect is being pushed up against the passenger side door, caged in with a finger under your chin, a hand on your hips. your eyes are frantic in search of explanation as you look up at your husband in shock.

his thumb moves to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh where you've already parted in a quiet gasp. yeonjun grins a little, eyes dark and full of mirth.

‘you've had an attitude all day, baby,' he'll say, 'you know well there's nobody else for me than you, hm? no matter how bratty you get with me.'

you gently bite as his finger in retort, 'still doesn't explain your sudden work wife, does it?'

his grin widens, a tad scary in terms of trying to provoke a more negative response. 'just like you throwing yourself at my coworker, yeah? bit desperate for attention, don't you think?'

you bristle, 'he was keeping me company while you whored yourself out, but okay.'

he doesn't falter like you want him to, but his hands tighten on you. he tilts his head.

'yeah? why don't you go back inside to him then? think he could fuck you right, sweetheart?'

oh.

you twitch a little, breath exhaled less confident than before, and he's quick to notice it with such a smug smile. you want to wipe it right off his face, but you fear everything you've built yourself up with tonight is quickly crumbling down.

'maybe he could.' but he can hear how unsure you sound, and he laughs. he's condescending you now. yeonjun hums, leaning closer.

'you don't sound so confident. what makes you think he could handle your attitude, anyway?'

you lack the words, the bite, falling so quiet as he stares at you intently. eyes trained on every tiny change your body language gives him. your eyes stare back, already glassy while your lips start to pout. but you snark once more.

'fuck you.'

it's a haze. because before you can even begin to think of saying anything further, he's got you in his backseat. you're bent over, his chest to your back, your attire completely dishevelled and underwear ripped down your legs, as he fucks into you so hard you know you'll feel it for days to come.

he pants hotly right into your ear, ‘you can be mad at me all you want, baby, but nobody touches you except me, you understand that?’

you can only mewl in response, already too fucked out as the pleasure turns your brain into mush. however, he’s not satisfied with that, and with a grunt he reels his hand back to lay a loud slap on the fat of your ass.

‘i asked you a question, i expect a fucking answer. or are you already too fucking stupid on my cock to talk?’

you sob, nodding your head frantically while you try to hold yourself up on trembling limbs. ‘yes, yes. i understand’

his thrusts manage to grow rougher, and you fall forward until your face presses into the leather of the seats.

‘so cute when you cry. you ready to apologise to me? hm? tell me you’re sorry for being such a brat to me.’

‘m’sorry!’ you cry, another spank this time landing on your thigh, ‘m’sorry, ‘jun. won’t happen again.’

he laughs as he throws his head back, hands on your hips to fuck you on his cock. he’s breathless but it’s so so hot.

‘liar. i’ve spoilt you too much. all you know now is how to get what you want. and this is what you wanted? for me to fuck some sense into you?’

you know it’s technically not true, he knows that too, but you start nodding frantically regardless. the haze of your pleasure renders you to his complete mercy.

‘yes! i’m sorry. just need you. always need you.’

‘you have me, angel.’ he grunts on a particularly harsh jolt of his hips, cock hitting a deeper angle as you cry out so loud you almost miss his words.

‘y’always have me. let me prove it to you? want me to knock you up? m’gonna make you a mommy.’

[thebearer]

thinking about teddy or willow calling you baby or honey or something cute instead of mommy because they always hear carmy call you that 😭

OMGGG!!! i feel like carmen calls you "baby" when you're dating and when you're married it's "honey". like he'll kinda bounce back and forth between both but "honey" feels more domestic to him for some reason lol.

"Teddy, can you put your toys away for me, sweet girl?" You coo gently, attempting to chop the apple in front of you. You tried to remember Carmen's pointers about it, but you always ended up letting him do it because he was so fast with it.

You could hear the bustling of toys from the little play house in the living room, looking over your shoulder to see her with her little doll, playing exaggeratedly. You grinned, wiping your hands on the towel by the counter, sneaking out your phone to snap a photo to send to Carmen.

"Teddy," You said, stepping into the living room. Her bright eyes lifting to you, blinking with round eyes so sweet it made you want to melt. "Can you put your toys away so we can have a snack?"

"Yes, honey." Teddy hummed sweetly, putting her toys away in the small box in the corner.

You blinked, a little confused by the name. "What did you say, baby?" You asked gently, sinking to your knees.

"Yes, honey." Teddy repeated, blinking up at you sweetly.

You could feel your chest rush with that familiar heat of adoration. "Are you being silly? Why are you calling Mommy honey?" You grinned playfully, voice lilting in that baby coo.

"Noooo," Teddy giggled, running into your arms, nearly knocking you over when she hugged you. "Daddy says honey. 's your names."

You laughed, hugging her against your chest. You and Carmen both were beginning to learn how observant children were. Teddy caught on to everything- including the word "fuck" which she heard Carmen say once, and seemed to have never forgotten, tormenting him with it every chance she got.

"Daddy does call me honey, doesn't he?" You hum, pressing your nose to her little scalp, pressing kisses there.

"Yeah." Teddy agreed, clinging to your neck.

You carried her to the kitchen, hoisted on your hip, strapping her into her little high chair while you gave her snack to her. You texted Carmen to FaceTime you if he had the chance, babbling back at Teddy sweetly until your phone rang.

"Hey, honey, everything good?" Carmen's face appeared on the other side of the screen, shutting the door to his office when he did.

"Yeah, everything's good. I just... Hold on, listen." You mutter, walking over to Teddy. "Teddy Bear, Daddy's on the phone." You cooed excitedly, grinning at her squeals and shrieks of excitement.

"Teddy, tell Daddy what you've been calling Mommy." You urge lightly, hand running down her curls. Carmen's face falls slightly, the shake of your head assuring him otherwise.

Teddy just blinked, brows furrowed like she had no idea what you were talking about. You gave her a pointed look, brows furrowed playfully. "What does Daddy call me? That you called me earlier?"

Teddy thought for a moment before grinning. "Honey." She smiled when you laughed, nodding. Carmen grinned, watching her grab the phone pulling it to her face. "You call Mama that, Daddy, so-so I calls her honey too." Teddy declared proudly.

"That's right, Teddy. Good job, baby." Carmen cooed, grinning at her little laugh.

You took your phone back, smiling proudly back at him. "When'd she start that?"

"Like twenty minutes ago." You beamed. "I asked her to clean her toys and she goes yes, honey." You giggle. "She's so cute."

"She is." Carmen agreed. "Gets it from you, honey."

"Stop." You roll your eyes, trying to hide your blush. "How's work?"

"Good. Syd said she could handle dinner tonight, so I'm gonna finish prep then should be home early." Carmen hummed, leaning back in his chair.

"Yay. Maybe we could take Teddy down to the square then? She needs new shoes." You grab the wipes off the counter to clean her hands.

"Yeah, we can do that." Carmen nodded. "I gotta go, baby, but I'll see you later."

"Alright. Teddy say bye to Daddy." You coo, smiling at her little trill when she told Carmen goodbye.

"Love you." Carmen grinned at you through the screen.

"Love you, baby. See you later."

[kopilot-pop]

[Are You Mine?] 18+

- Giselle x G!P Reader

Summary: You and your girlfriend, Aeri, decided to have a night out at the club with Jimin and Minjeong. Everything starts off great, until Aeri decides rub at your jealous side.

Warnings: MDNI, g!p, jealousy, violence, daddy kink, rough sex, oral sex (r recieving), praise kink, dacryphilia, size kink if u squint, etc.

A/N: I just made y/n really stronk. Hope y’all like it :3

Word Count: 1,114 words

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Jealousy doesn't come to you often.

You're confident in saying that you're one of the most open-minded partners that Aeri could ask for. You don't mind when your beautiful girlfriend wears those tiny skirts that barely cover her thighs, you don't care if your pretty girl wears that stupid fucking crop top showing off every goddamn part of her body, dancing next to some bitch-

"Hey man, you're gonna break the gl-"

The whiskey you've been drinking for the half-hour shatters into pieces as the liquid pours down your hand.

"Jeez, you've been hitting the gym?"

Jimin laughs as she gently takes the broken bits from your hand. You've been sitting at the bar with her for 2 hours - two whole hours - just watching your girlfriend dance, swaying back and forth, and grinding against a random dude who decided it was okay to put his hands on her hips-

"FUCK! You know what-!"

You let out a frustrated groan as you wipe your hand on your jacket. You march towards the man, grabbing his suit jacket, and pushing him backward. He stumbles and almost bumps into another group of girls right behind him.

"What the-"

"Back off."

You stand taller than him, watching with a scrunched-up face as he tries to gather himself.

"Y/n!"

Aeri quickly tries to intervene as she places a hand on your arm, but you glare at her. Just as he stands up, you grab him by the collar and pull him towards the entrance of the club. He coughs and tries to get a hold of you, but fails in the end.

You finally throw him to an empty space next to the exit, and other patrons worriedly move out of your way.

"Get your dirty hands off my girlfriend."

"What? She's your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, so fuck off."

He's on the ground trying to fix his tie. You grimace and just decide to leave. Well, at least you tried to.

"Fuck, sorry man. I thought she was just a whor-"

Your fist collides right into his jaw before he can finish his sentence.

In the midst of chaos, you could hear the heavy footsteps of the bouncers, rushing to stop the fight, and after a struggle, Jimin finally managed to pull you away from the fight.

All three of you are now banned from the club.

"Y/n!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Aeri screams as she pushes past Jimin. Your friend gives you a nervous look and quickly leaves to find Minjeong.

"What's wrong with me? Are you out of your mind!? Why would you let that piece of shit touch you like that!"

"We were just having fun!"

"FUN? Oh, alright then. Why don't you go back in and let him have more fun with you? Yeah, that sounds fucking logical-"

"Ugh, fuck you!"

She tries to walk away after shoving you.

"And you know what Aeri?! I might just go and find another bitch to have fun with, too!"

That makes her stop and turn back to glare at you.

You huff angrily, walking towards her. You grab her wrist, dragging her towards the parking lot.

"My car's that way."

"I'm not going with y-!" She struggles to pull away.

"Fine."

You pick her up over your shoulders as she lets out a surprised scream.

"L-let me down!"

You carry her towards your car and drop her into the passenger seat. You start up the engine as she angrily looks out the window. You sigh and look at her.

"...What's gotten into you?"

You're not mad anymore. You honestly were more mad at the man that touched her than her. The only thing you felt towards Aeri was disappointment.

And you knew she could tell.

Her face softens, as she looks down at her lap. "..."

The drive home is mostly silent with the quiet sound of Aeri's nervous tapping.

As soon as the two of you pass the front door, Aeri pushes you against the door and kisses you. You stumble straight into the door, surprised.

You can feel her red lipstick rub off on you, making your eyebrows slightly twitch. She leans her whole body towards yours, grabbing your shoulders and rubbing against your thigh. You grab her hips as you slightly push her inside the apartment.

Barely past the start of the hallway, she pulls away and drops to her knees. You watch as Aeri fumbles with the hem of your pants.

"What are you-?"

"It's an apology." She mumbles, nervously looking up at you.

'Fuck..' You can feel yourself slowly harden at the sight.

She pulls down your briefs and grabs a hold of your cock, gently pumping with both of her hands. When she's satisfied she starts to lick the tip.

Aeri lets out a satisfied moan when she sees you leak precum.

"Hurry up..."

You grab the side of her head with your right hand - almost covering her whole head - and push her mouth towards the base of your cock. She opens her mouth wide, easily taking you down her throat.

It's not her first time after all.

She lightly scratches your thigh when her nose reaches your pelvis, closing her eyes while trying to adjust. After a few seconds, she lightly bobs her head, purposely letting out loud noises.

You watch her face as she struggles to keep her jaw open - clearly not satisfied.

"You said this was an apology right?"

Your girlfriend's eyes snap open, nervously looking into yours.

As soon as she lets out a hum, you quickly snap your hips into her throat - making her gag.

You keep her face up with your hands, staring directly into her eyes. She lets out small moans as you continuously pound into her throat.

"Good girl, you're doing so good.. You wanna make it up to daddy right?"

She lets out a small whine, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to keep herself up on her knees. You let out a loud groan and finally spill into her throat. You gently pull out your softening member from her, looking with awe at the lipstick mark left at the base.

Aeri coughs, but tries to swallow every drop of cum in her mouth.

"Are you sorry baby?

She whimpers.

"Hmm? You don't think that was enough?"

You help her stand up and watch adoringly as she shakes her head. You wipe the corner of her mouth with your thumb.

"Oh really? But I do sweetheart."

She lets out another whimper, shoving her face into your shoulder. You naturally hold onto her waist, and lean down to whisper in her ear.

"Strip."

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A/N: Y'all want more?