#and everyone was happy with their breakfast and really nice when asking if we have more of this and that etc and then there was one lady

[vampmilf]

hold on im still too mad at this one fucking guest to take a nap i need to be a hater for a minute

[brokenmenswhore]

A part three to proposition please 🙏

holy SHIT you guys you’re all FIENDS

a proposition: exploration | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, and mary)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+)

a/n: i really hope this was worth the wait, thank you for your patience <3

a proposition: masterlist

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“Morning!”

The group at the Gryffindor table turned their heads toward you.

“Morning,” Remus responded, twisting his body to see you standing directly behind him.

“You guys mind if I sit with you?”

“Not at all, gorgeous,” Remus flirted, patting the spot to his right as he took another bite of french toast.

You blushed as you sat down, smiling to everyone else at the table as a greeting.

As you settled in, the group continued the conversation they were having about upcoming exams. Being a year below them, you didn’t have much to offer, and you were growing bored.

You leaned over toward Remus, confidence beaming due to your desire for attention as you whispered, “thank you for yesterday. You were really nice to me.”

Remus turned his attention away from the group as he looked at you, smiling, “of course, but there’s no need to thank me. It was a pleasure.”

His flirtations made you blush. You thought about how funny it was that he had literally fucked you, yet one little comment made your heart putty in his hands.

You were blushy and giggly like a schoolgirl with a crush, completely unable to control yourself. “I’m glad it was a pleasure.”

Remus smiled even wider, catching onto your antics. “I fucked you once and now you’re in a mood, huh?” he teased.

“Maybe.”

Remus looked around the table, who still hadn’t noticed his absence from the conversation, and he took your hand, leaving his seat and subsequently pulling you up to a stand.

“We’ll be back,” Remus said.

“No no no,” James said, “no, that’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” Remus asked.

“Mate, you’re the only one here who’s been with her, and it was last night. Keep it in your pants, we’re literally at breakfast,” James pouted.

“Can’t help it when she asks,” Remus smiled.

You blushed even harder, ducking your head behind Remus’s shoulder in embarrassment.

The table gave up on fighting Remus. James turned back around with a sigh and continued eating and chatting, as did everyone at the table except for Sirius, who stayed eyeing you until you were out of view.

Remus pulled you down a few hallways until he found a sufficiently quiet corridor with empty classrooms.

“Remus, what if someone-“

“They never use these classrooms,” Remus said, quietly clicking the door shut, “one too many hexes, I suppose.”

“But-“

“You look so good right now.”

Your protestations died in your throat as Remus walked closer and closer to you. You took a step backward, and your lower back collided into an empty desk.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” Remus teased.

“You make me nervous,” you admitted without thinking.

“Yeah? Nervous how?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“I don’t know, like, I just- I keep thinking about yesterday,” you said.

Remus began to lightly run his fingers up the side of your body. “What about it?”

“You know what about.”

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope.”

You took a deep breath. “I keep thinking about how we had sex. Happy?”

“Not quite,” Remus answered, “I wanna know what exactly about us having sex you keep thinking about.”

“I don’t know, you, I guess?”

“Me, hm?”

“Yeah.”

“You know what I keep thinking about?”

You cocked your head to the side.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mhm,” Remus continued, “you underneath me, to be specific.”

As he spoke, Remus began to slowly pull your skirt up to your waist, causing your breathing to hitch in your throat.

“Well well well, is this all for me?”

Remus ran a finger over your underwear but still between your folds, the wetness already having soaked through the fabric, leaving an evident stain.

“Yes,” you admitted.

Remus removed his hand, instead wrapping his arms around the backs of your legs, causing you to gasp as you jumped upward. Remus moved you backward, and your ass hit the desk behind you. He took residence standing between your legs, which in turn made your skirt stay bunched up at your waist.

“Can I try something?” Remus asked.

“What do you wanna try?” you asked, your breathing heavy in anticipation from Remus’s close proximity.

“You.”

“Me what?”

“I wanna try you.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “You already did, we already had sex. I’m confused.”

Remus chuckled. “No, baby, I wanna taste you.”

“Oh.”

“That okay?”

“I don’t really know what that entails, but yeah.”

“You know you can always just tell me to stop, right?” Remus checked.

“Yes.”

Remus nodded at your response and sunk to his knees, looking up at you as he pushed your underwear to the side.

“What if-“

“Don’t be self conscious baby, you’re beautiful,” Remus eased your nerves, and you took a deep breath as you forced your muscles to relax.

Remus stuck his tongue out and tasted between your folds, moving slowly and gentle so as not to overstimulate you too early, and you shuddered at the contact.

Remus maintained eye contact as you watched him move his tongue up and down, tasting your evident wetness. You moaned when he flicked his tongue faster directly on your clit.

Your body jolted, and Remus made a sound of satisfaction as he continued his work on your clit, alternating between flicking you with his tongue and sucking and kissing.

“Fuck,” you sighed.

Remus reached a hand up to grab yours, intertwining your fingers with his to help steady you in a gesture of intimacy that you really appreciated.

You squeezed his hand as you became a whiny, submissive mess.

Remus’s other hand gripped the flesh of your ass that was accessible, pushing you closer to him and increasing the intensity of your pleasure.

You threw your head back, and your hand instinctively went to the back of Remus’s head, lightly pulling the strands of his hair.

You snapped out of your daze for a moment and quickly removed your hand, self conscious about the action made while you were lost in pleasure.

Remus pulled away from you. “Go for it, baby, don’t hold back.”

You knew he was intentionally calling you baby because you mentioned yesterday that you liked it, and the remembrance was only adding to your arousal.

You swallowed your self consciousness and resumed playing with Remus’s hair. He moaned into you at the feeling, clearly happy about it.

“Shit, Rem-“

Remus moved his mouth faster, desperately trying to pull an orgasm from you.

“Rem- Remmy-“

Remus pulled away for a brief moment to say, “feels so good you’re callin me nicknames now, huh?”

“S-sorry,” you stuttered.

“Uh uh, you better keep moaning little nicknames for me like that.”

You simply moaned in response, losing strength to stay sitting up as you began to lightly grind your hips against Remus’s face, so lost in pleasure you didn’t care about being embarrassed anymore.

Remus slapped the outside of your thigh, looking up at you. He decided to test the waters with you. “I said keep moaning my fucking name.”

You liked the dominance. “Yes, Remmy.”

“Good girl,” he praised, reconnecting his mouth to you and still focusing on your clit, deciding to save anything else for another time, as this was your first time doing this, and he wanted to take it slow. He knew not many of the others would.

You threw your head back, anchoring yourself with your hand on Remus’s head as your moans became louder and louder.

Remus let go of your hand and held your waist, now completely gripping your hips as he pushed you as close to him as he could.

Your high was approaching quickly, and your moans were becoming high pitched and weak.

“I’m, it’s- Remmy, I-“

Remus didn’t pull away, but instead looked up at you to watch your face as you came.

You threw your head back instinctively, your chest rapidly rising and falling as your orgasm washed over you.

Remus stayed between your legs to lap up any and all wetness, and only stood when he was satisfied.

You were trying hard to catch your breath, and Remus smiled at you. “Feel good?”

You smiled in return. “Fuck.”

Remus kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips.

“I’m not even hungry for breakfast anymore,” Remus joked.

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All you could think about was Remus.

You felt like a woman possessed. You couldn’t focus in lectures because all you could think of was Remus’s head between your legs. How he sounded when he moaned into you. The way he called you baby when he fucked you. The way he runs his fingers through his messy hair. You were enamored, and you were becoming horny much more frequently than you ever imagined.

Even when you were with the group, you stayed attached to Remus. You always sat with your thigh against his, and even sometimes stood holding his arm. You were obsessed, and the group noticed.

You had just joined, and you were already completely infatuated with just one of them, and that concerned the group, so they decided to meet without you, something they rarely did, but found necessary.

“She’s absolutely obsessed with you, mate.”

Remus flicked embers from his cigarette into the ashtray in the center of the courtyard. “I don’t know what to tell you. I like her, if she wants me, I’m not gonna say no. It’s her choice who she wants.”

“Come on, guys, go easy on Y/N,” Lily said, “every girl gets a little obsessed with their first time. It’s the same way I was with James.”

“If that ain’t the truth,” James said, raising his bottle of firewhiskey.

Sirius took the opportunity to stand up and grab the raised bottle, and he downed the remainder of its contents in an instant.

“Someone else needs to fuck her,” Mary chimed in, “simple as that.”

“She’ll get there, why rush her?” Remus defended.

“Oh shut up mate, you just like having someone want you so bad,” James argued.

Remus shrugged before taking another drag of his cigarette, not completely disagreeing with James’s sentiment.

Sirius cleared his throat, and the attention of the room turned to him. In an annoyed tone, he spoke, “someone go and fuck her, then.”

“Why don’t you go find her?” Dorcas suggested to Sirius.

“Maybe I will.”

“No, no, I got this,” James said, standing up and straightening his shirt, “I know my way to the Hufflepuff common room.”

“She’s not in the common room, she’s in potions,” Sirius said.

“What, you know her schedule now?”

Sirius shrugged and rested his elbows on his knees, the wind knocking a few strands of hair in front of his face.

James threw his hands in the air. “I don’t know where the Hufflepuff potions classroom is, what do you want me to do? Fuck.”

“Just find her later. It’s not like she’s gonna fuck you in a classroom anyways,” Dorcas said.

Remus scoffed to himself, not realizing it was loud enough for the group to hear. Everyone’s gaze shot toward him.

“Sorry,” Remus smiled, clearly not sorry at all.

“Oh come on,” James said, throwing his hands up in the air, “I don’t even have a shot.”

“You’ll be fine, mate, just try manhandling her a little,” Remus said casually.

“Yeah?”

“She seemed to like the little bit I did when I tried,” Remus revealed.

By the time classes were over, you were nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t had the need to walk past the courtyard at all, but that didn’t mean James gave up. Instead, he just walked around the Hufflepuff hallways until he saw you.

“Hey Y/N!” he exclaimed when he finally caught your eye.

“Hey, James, what are you doing down here?” you said, approaching the common room door.

“Do you guys get to snatch snacks?” he asked, his inner monologue taking over as he noticed the Hufflepuff common room was extremely close to the kitchens.

“You came down here because you wanted a snack?” you asked, turning to face him.

“I guess you could say that,” he responded.

“What does that mean?”

“Shouldn’t you know now? I mean, I thought Remus took care of teaching you that already,” James smirked.

You blushed and bowed your head briefly. “He’s quick to talk, that one.”

“Why have you been so attached to him?” James asked.

You processed the question before speaking. “I don’t know, I guess I didn’t realize I had been. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, angel, no worries,” James said, stepping closer and closer to you, “I think I can help that.”

“Yeah?” you played along, “how?”

“Follow me and you’ll find out.”

You smiled as you took James’s hand, your other hand holding your books to your chest as you mindlessly followed James’s lead. You watched the muscles in his arm flex as he held onto your hand, and you felt yourself growing excited.

You were becoming attached to Remus, and you knew you had to get that out of your system. Besides, James was hot, and you were now perpetually horny, so why not indulge in a little fun?

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“I am not going in there.”

James sighed. “C’mon, it really isn’t as scary as it looks. Promise.”

“No no, I think it is as scary as it looks,” you protested, “I’ve heard horror stories about this place, James. It’s called the Shrieking Shack for a reason.”

“Would you just trust me?” James said.

“In theory,” you responded, but still swallowed your fears and let him direct you toward the dilapidated building.

You were surprised by its contents. The interior was decorated somewhat cozy, and a large bed sat in the corner across from a warm fireplace. Lily sat on a couch facing the flames, reading for pleasure in her solitude.

“Hey, Lil, I’m sorry, we didn’t know you were out here,” James said when he spotted her.

“No worries,” Lily said, standing, “I can get going, and leave you two alone.”

She started to exit the room, but the moment she walked past James, he called out to her. “Wait. Stay.”

You turned to James, then to Lily, then back to James again. Maybe he didn’t bring you here to fuck. Maybe he really just wanted to hang out.

“Yeah? Is that alright with you, Y/N?” Lily asked.

Your gaze continued to shift between James and Lily. “I think I’m confused.”

James took a step closer to you, shifting his body behind you as he swept your hair off of one shoulder. He leaned toward your ear, whispering, “No, I don’t think you are.”

He then lightly kissed your neck, momentarily sucking on a few sensitive spots. You felt yourself lose control as your head fell backwards and your eyes closed. His lips felt like heaven against your skin.

You forgot Lily was in the room until you felt her presence in front of you. You opened your eyes but they almost instantly shut again as Lily connected her lips to yours. Your mouths moved in sync as you let yourself melt into their touches.

James’s hands ran down your sides, pushing down the garments on your lower body. You shivered as the cool air hit your now bare skin.

“Here, c’mere,” James said, directing you over to the space in between the couch and the fireplace. “Better?”

“Mhm,” you vocalized.

James studied you for a moment. He remembered what Remus has said earlier about manhandling you, and decided to take the chance. He stood in front of you and grabbed your throat, lightly squeezing his fingers as he pulled your body closer to his, your face mere inches from his. “You gonna be good?” he whispered.

“Yes,” you answered.

“Good girl,” he praised, his unoccupied hand connecting to your clit, immediately rubbing steady circles on you as he studied your expression.

Your mouth opened and you tried to moan, but the pressure around your throat meant every noise came out as a shaky breath or a small, strangled moan.

James’s eyes never left yours as your brows furrowed and you tried to shift your weight, but his grip on you was firm. He studied exactly how your features shifted and contorted when he moved fast or hit a particularly good spot, and he could feel a straining in his jeans.

Your arousal grew each time you tried to move away but couldn’t. James was certainly the most muscular of any of the group, and he worked out the most, almost by default from playing Quidditch. You were happy he was manhandling you: he was perfect for it.

James continued to touch you as you struggled to remain standing, but luckily, Lily came to your aid, holding your hips from behind.

“Aweh, Jamesie, I think she’s gonna fall if you let her go,” Lily taunted.

James listened to Lily, then directed his attention back to you. “Open your eyes,” he demanded, and you did just that, “if you fall, it better be to your knees.”

You nodded your head up and down as much as you could with James’s grip on you, and he immediately let go of your throat. You felt your knees buckle, and despite the fact that you probably could have stood, you sunk to your knees in front of James.

He smiled wickedly as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, standing in front of you in his boxers once his shirt was removed.

You looked up at him and swallowed hard, turned on but also nervous.

“I’ve never done this before,” you reminded him, “I don’t think it’ll be good.”

“You don’t have to do it, angel,” James said, fearing he was pressuring you.

“I want to,” you admitted, “I just- I-“

“Want me to talk you through it?”

“You don’t have to- I just- I don’t know-“

James sank down to your level, kneeling on the floor in front of you and taking your hands in his. “If you don’t wanna do this, you tell me whenever. Otherwise, don’t be embarrassed. I’ll walk you through it. We stop when you want. Don’t worry about it being bad, baby, that pretty mouth around my cock couldn’t possibly be bad. Lily can help, too. She’s got it down to a science. Okay?”

You blushed and dropped your head to hide it. James maneuvered his own boxers off, before standing up again, his semi-hard cock almost level with your face.

“You wanna watch what I do first?” Lily suggested, and you immediately nodded. You would feel a lot more comfortable seeing her do it first, partially so you could have a reference, but partially because you couldn’t stand the thought of doing it in front of Lily without Lily having done anything sexual in front of you first.

Lily shuffled on her knees toward James, who smiled down at her. She took James’s cock in her hand and pointed the tip directly outward.

“Boys like it when you work ‘em up first, especially this one,” Lily smiled.

Lily kept James’s cock steady as she licked a stripe from the base to the tip, circling her tongue around the tip before pulling away to speak again.

“Since it’s your first time, don’t rush it,” she said, “go nice and slow and let yourself adjust. Like this.”

Lily wrapped her mouth around James’s cock, and he immediately threw his head back and let out a moan. She slowly sunk her head further and further down.

James’s hand instinctively found it’s way to the back of Lily’s head, causing Lily to pull away with a pop. “She can’t see if your arm is in the way, Jamie!”

“Fuck, sorry,” James breathed out, clearly worked up from even one small moment.

“The little moans mean he likes it,” Lily said, “just watch your teeth. Try to think about hollowing out your cheeks.”

You nodded and watched as Lily reconnected her mouth to James’s cock. He clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from holding her head against him, and you could tell he was fighting to keep his resolve. Lily moved her head as far down as she could go, then almost entirely off, then back down again. She kept a steady pace, and eventually James looked down at her, and Lily forced her eyes open to look back at him.

“Fuck, we love it when you fucking look at us,” James said, talking to you, but looking at Lily.

Lily continued to suck him off for a few moments before disconnecting herself from him again, shifting backwards on her knees to make room for you.

You made yourself comfortable as you took a deep breath. You looked up at James, and he nearly combusted when he made eye contact with you. “Shit, baby, don’t look at me like that.”

“Will you tell me if anything is uncomfortable?” you asked.

The innocence coating your voice was driving James crazy, and he was growing more and more eager by the second. “Shit, yes, I promise.”

You copied Lily’s initial actions, wrapping your hand around the base of his cock as you wrapped your lips around his tip. You remembered what Lily said about teeth, and you did your best to avoid having them touch James. You moved your lips as far down James’s shaft as you could before you felt his tip his the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him and pull away.

“It’s okay, that’s okay! That’s totally normal,” Lily said, immediately putting her hand on your back to comfort you, “just go a little less far this time.”

You wrapped your lips around James again, this time only sinking down as far as you could without his cock hitting the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back and then pushed in again, trying to gage how it feels to move. You focused on keeping your cheeks hollowed out.

After a few tries, you got your jaw in a comfortable position. You looked up at James, who was fighting for his life to keep it together. He was gripping Lily’s hand in his own, and his other hand was in front of his face, covering his own mouth.

You pulled away from James. “Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, baby, just didn’t wanna make a noise and stress you out.”

“Am I doing okay?”

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

You gave him a small smile before sinking back onto his length. You found your comfortable position again, and began to move more and more, gradually increasing your speed as you adjusted.

“Atta girl,” Lily said.

You braced yourself by placing your palms on his thighs, allowing yourself to more easily get closer and closer to him.

As time went on, James lost himself in the pleasure, and eventually completely forgot that this was your first time, and that he was supposed to be gentle.

His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back as he placed his hand on the back of your head, forcing you closer to him.

You tried your best to focus on keeping your cheeks hollow, and realized you should breathe through your nose. You knew you could stop James at any time, but you didn’t really want to. You relished in the knowledge that your mouth around him felt so good that he lost control.

James began to buck his hips forward, causing you to still your head as he took over. He fucked your mouth fast, chasing his high as you tried your best to breathe and stay still.

Lily grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away from him. James snapped out of his trance, and looked down to you concerned.

“Shit, angel, are you alright?” he asked, leaning down and running a thumb over your cheek.

You nodded yes as you caught your breath.

You turned to Lily, who said, “it’s no fun if he comes already.”

James got down to your level, kneeling on the floor as he begged, “seven hells, Y/N, please let us fuck you.”

You leaned toward James and gently kissed him, and he immediately reciprocated, running his fingers through your hair and deepening the kiss.

He pulled you against his body as he leaned backward, straightening his legs until he was laying flat against the floor, holding your body against his while still kissing you.

“Flip around,” he said.

You gave him a confused look, but instead of explaining, he simply repeated, “flip the fuck around.”

You awkwardly shifted your body around until your back was to James. You were nervous to put the pressure of your body against his chest, so you knelt on the floor between his legs, unsure of what to do.

You luckily didn’t have to ask. James leaned upward and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling your back flush against his chest as he laid back down against the rug.

“Legs on either side of me, angel,” he said, and you moved your knees to either side of his waist.

Even before you had sex, you had some understanding of how it worked, but this was all new for you. You listened to any instruction James gave you without question, because it wasn’t like you knew what you were doing anyway.

James unwrapped his arms from your body and ran his fingers over your arms before pulling them backwards, your head nearly knocking back into his head from surprise as he positioned your arms on either side of his head, allowing you to hold yourself up.

“You okay?” he checked in once he had you in the position he wanted.

“Mhm,” you responded.

He gripped your hips, his strength overwhelming you as he lifted your hips with ease. You helped him, lifting your knees until you felt him stop.

James gave his cock a few fast strokes before he positioned himself at your entrance. He pushed your hips down, trying to be slow for your sake, but somewhat failing. When you were all the way sat down, you could hear James’s head hit the floor as he threw it back.

He continued to move your hips up and down, relishing in the pleasure. After a few thrusts, he choked out, “Lil?”

“Already here,” she said, her voice sultry.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but when you heard her voice, you snapped out of your daze to see she was right between your legs.

“Hi,” you squeaked out.

“Hi,” she responded.

She straightened her back until her lips were mere inches away from yours. She waited until you cried out at a sharp thrust of James’s hips to kiss you. She wrapped her fingers in your hair to keep your head in place, her tongue finding it’s way into your mouth as you moaned.

When she pulled away, she kept eye contact, and began to move down your body. When she was back in between your legs, you nodded to her, granting her permission.

Lily’s tongue began to taste between your folds. James’s thrusts we’re growing hard, his hips now moving more than yours, so Lily didn’t have to do much work.

Her tongue flicked against you as your hips moved up and down, the added pleasure causing your arousal to build rapidly.

She gazed up at you, moving her mouth closer to you so she could suck at your clit as you watched her.

“Fuck, I can’t-“ you moaned.

James released one of your hips and gripped your hair, forcing your head to tilt downward and watch Lily.

Lily sucked and licked at your clit, focusing on circling your clit with her tongue, knowing it would help drive you over the edge.

“Fuck, c’mere,” James nearly growled, knocking your arms and holding your back against his chest, your head falling beside his.

He began to fuck into you even harder, hitting your sweet spot with every vicious thrust. The stretched out position allowed Lily more access to your core, and she gently pawed at James’s balls as she continued to taste you.

While everything about the moment was heated, what sent you over the edge was James’s hold on you. His muscular arms held you against him so effortlessly, but so strong that you couldn’t dare to move if you wanted to. You felt so close to him, and the thought did you in.

“I’m com-“ you couldn’t even finish the sentence before your high crashed over you.

James immediately pulled you up and off of him and allowed Lily to taste your juices, sucking at your entrance until you had calmed down and were clean. As she did so, James used one hand to hold his cock against your thigh, fucking it until he came, spilling his seed on your thigh and hip.

Lily leaned over to lick up the come all over you, making sure you were clean before she backed away.

You dropped your hips to the floor, exhaustion overwhelming you as James shifted backward and allowed you to rest your head on his legs.

Naked and fucked out, James began to run his fingers through your sweat soaked hair. You stayed there for a moment, while Lily reclothed herself and organized her books, before you asked, “how long have you guys been coming here?”

“Years,” James answered, “Remus started coming here during his transitions, and the rest of us would come help him out. It kinda became our place.”

You tilted your head to look up at James. “His what?”

“His transitions. Transformations. Whatever.”

“Transformations?”

“Remus is a werewolf, honey,” Lily chimed in, “there’s no way you couldn’t have known that.”

You did not know that.

“Sirius can turn into a dog,” James blurted out.

“A what?”

“You have so much to learn,” James teased.

“A dog? Like a dog? Like a literal dog?”

“Mhm,” James smiled, “pretty cute dog, too. Big fluffy black thing. Can be kinda scary. He doesn’t really talk about it.”

“What can you turn into?” you looked up to James.

“Baby, you just saw the animal I can be.”

“Oh be honest with her, James,” Lily said, “that wasn’t even the half of it.”

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[lovelywyenn]

“Three Days|Day 2”

★Makio Uzui x fem!Reader★

Synopsis★After Hinatsuru tells the rest of your wives how you had been feeling. Makio was determined to prove how much she loved you. And taking you against the wall was her way of doing so. It definitely wasn’t fueled by wanting to make you cum twice as hard as Hina did yesterday.★

Includes★Feelings, comfort, making out, groping, slight dirty talk, squirting, cunnilingus, overstimulation★

★W.C★3.8k

Day 1; Day 2; Day 3;

Hinatsuru was feeling really good this morning. She woke up, well rested, at a good time…oh! And with her wife tucked up against her side for the first time in months. It was nice to be so close to you again.

She was in such a good mood, she decided to make breakfast for the whole house.

When she got downstairs she eyes her two wifes, Makio and Suma. They seemed to not have gotten as good of a night's rest as you and Hina had.

“What’s wrong with the two of you?” Hina asks as she reaches to grab the ingredients she needs for breakfast.

Makio, ever the flaring temper, stared at Hinatsuru with the deepest sigh of annoyance she’d ever mustered slipping out. “It’s hard to sleep when you’re making Y/n sound like she’s being attacked by a demon.”

“I swear, I forgot how loud that girl is,” Suma sighs.

Hinatsuru just shrugs, “You all are just mad I made her cum three times last night”

And it was true, after the two of you’s little humping sesh, clothes got pulled off fast and the two of you got off fast. Probably why you were upstairs still asleep. She had exhausted your poor little pussy.

“We haven’t had sex in so long” Suma sighs, “Whenever i’m alone with Y/n she acts like I haven’t known her for years!” Suma complains and Makio totally understands, adding on as she speaks, “I know right! How the hell did you get her in bed Hinatsuru?”

“...It was- Tengen told me about some things Y/n has been feeling lately” Hinatsuru says, “She…hasn’t been happy.

Those words concern both Suma and Makio. Their tired states are soon forgotten, traded for thoughts of you. Sure you didn’t hang around them often. And you often kept to yourself or Tengen instead of them. But the two had always thought you were just…a little shy with them.

“As in…she wants a divorce unhappy?” Makio questions with wide eyes, shaking with mild fear.

Hinatsuru is quick to dismiss their worries, “No, no nothing like that. She just needs a little more reassurance from us is all”

And the two girls quickly let out sighs of relief.

“So all that noise last night was your way of ‘reassuring’ her you cared?” Suma questioned and Hina blushed a bit. Perhaps she had gotten a bit carried away. But once she got a taste of your pretty moans she just couldn’t hold back.

“Listen, you try hearing her moan your name like you're some saint. That’ll drive a girl wild” Hina sighs.

Light footsteps trail down the kitchen hallway. All three women in the room turn their head to a sleepy you, rubbing your eyes and yawning. “Good morning” you say softly to everyone. But you make a beeline for Hina, wrapping your arms around the woman's waist to give her a hug. Hinatsuru gladly hugs you back, gently kissing your forehead.

But you grumble, pulling her closer to steal a deeper kiss from her lips. Suma and Makio stare with wide eyes as you sensually squeeze at hina’s hips, taking the elder girl by surprise. But she’s quick to recuperate, arms coming to encircle your neck and let you kiss her as you desired.

The sight of the two of you kissing without a care in the world has Makio biting at her lip and Suma clenching her thighs. The two almost feel a sense of disappointment when you pull away. And your gentle voice rings throughout the room, sweet as ever, as if you hadn’t just taken Hina’s breath away.

“M’gonna go take a bath baby, i’ll be back” You tell Hina, walking away to do just as you said.

Hina turns to her two wives smugly, “That girl is something isn’t she?”

And Makio makes up her mind right at that moment.

“I’m gonna have her kissin on me just like that, just watch”

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Your day was going well. It was a bit rainy today, so most of your chores were to be done inside. As much as you wanted to be downstairs with Hina, the bookshelves upstairs needed dusting. And no one else in the house ever wanted to do that task. You didn’t mind it though. It was a peaceful and easy job.

At least it usually was.

For some reason, Makio had decided to join you, attempting to assist you. It was a bit of a nuisance, as she put books in the wrong category, didn’t dust the shelves off before placing books. All in all, she made the process far more difficult than it usually was.

However…you didn’t mind it as much as you thought you would. Because for once in a long while, you and your wife got to talk to each other. There was no rhyme or reason to the conversation. Just absentminded comments and small compliments. It reminded you a bit of old times. When you had first gotten to spend time with Makio.

She was a little scary to be around when you two first got alone. But once you learned that she was often just as nervous as you were…she got easier to understand. Makio was sweet, always making you laugh. She had a way of bringing comfort to you just with her words.

But after so long not being able to really talk, a bit of that previous connection had broken off.

Makio watched as you tried to reach up to place a book on the top shelf. Naturally, she stood to help you, a hand running along your hip to stabilize you as she reached for the bookshelf. “Don’t strain yourself shortstack, let me help” she offers.

You giggle and roll your eyes, “You’re like an inch taller than me. You can’t reach the top shelf either!”. And you had a point. You two were practically the same height.

That doesn’t stop her from trying. At first she is really trying to put the book back, but when more of your pretty little giggles fill her ears, she struggles a little more on purpose. Just to hear the joyful noise come from you.

Eventually you grab at her arm, coaxing it away from the book, “Alright, alright,” you smile. “Let's just call Hina, she’s taller” you say, preparing to call for your wife. But Makio shushes you. “Nonsense woman” she says, and the next thing you know your wife is reaching down to lift you up.

A faint blush dusts your cheeks. You always seemed to forget that your wives were kunoichi, and picking you up like this was an easy feat. Now with the boost you are able to put all the books back. Enjoying the new height you gained while within her arms. When all the books are back and the chore of cleaning the bookshelf is finally done, Makio gently eases you on your feet. One of her hands linger on your hip, the familiar yet distant feeling making you smile.

Makio can’t help but smile back when she sees your pearly whites on display. That was one of her favorite parts about you. That precious smile that she had somehow gone so many months without truly appreciating.

You feel ridiculous for how hard it is for you to make your smile go away. But it was impossible to stop, because you couldn’t remember the last time Makio had smiled at you so brightly.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you giggle nervously.

And Makio shrugs, the lingering hand on your hip growing sure of itself as it squeezes at the flesh, “I can’t appreciate my pretty girl?” she counters your question.

You feel heat creep up your neck at the compliment, “You still think i’m pretty?” you ask and Makio finds the question ridiculous. Pretty was an understatement when it came to you. In Makio’s eyes you were a work of art. After all, you have been blessed with beautiful skin, smoother than the petals of a wisteria flower. And eyes so big and bright, as they shone with more beauty than this world could ever comprehend. How could anyone think you weren’t the most gorgeous thing to exist on earth.

“...Is that even a question?” Makio speaks up eventually, “You’re gorgeous.”

You glance away, playing with your fingers gently. “It’s just…it’s been a while since i’ve heard you say it” you express honestly, “But we don’t talk much anymore”

The truth in your words hits Makio hard. Because you were absolutely right. At some point along the lines, when she noticed your slight pull away from her, from all your wives. She took it a bit personally, instead of considering that those moments you pushed her away were moments you needed her most.

“Yeah…we don’t” your wife agrees, “I miss talking to you” she tells you.

And the hurt that had come from all these months of not talking seems to disappear when Makio says that she’s been feeling the same thing you have. A yearning to be as close as the two of you were before.

“I miss talking to you too” you say quickly, as if the moment would slip away from you if you let even a second pass.

Makio offers you a soft smile, pulling you a bit closer. She sighs as your own hands brace against her shoulders. You still fit so perfectly in her arms, like a puzzle piece made to fit with her. “No reason we can’t start again” she says.

And she’s right. “We can always talk to each other” she continues, “We can always laugh together”

“...We can always love each other”

The sweet words pierce right through your heart, and seep into your ears. Next thing you know your hands are gently cradling your wife’s face in your own. Looking up at her with so much love. Love that Makio was almost certain she didn’t deserve but was glad to have.

“I’d like that baby” you say and Makio grins at the nickname. Your wife can’t help but pull you into her, burying her face into the crook of your neck. The hug was secure and warm and everything the both of you had been needing.

And when the two of you pull back you suddenly feel hyper aware of how close you are to the woman…and how the girl is staring at you. Her grip on your hips seems to be a bit tighter too but you don’t mind. You missed how good it felt to be held like this, to be looked at like you really were the most desirable woman on the face of this earth.

“I heard you and Hina last night” She whispers. Though her voice is low, she was so close to you pick up every word.

The events of last night sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a long time since you had cum as hard as you did yesterday. “S-Sorry, did we wake you?” you ask.

And Mako nods her head, rubbing her thumb against your waist. “Woke me up with that pretty voice screaming Hina’s name.” she says, “You started getting really loud after the second time she made you cum, on her fingers i'm guessing?”

She was right, how she knew this you weren’t sure. As if hearing your question, your wife answers for you. “By then I had my fingers just as deep as Hina had hers in you” she tells you, “I had to stop myself from screaming just as loud as you did when i came with you.”

Her lips are practically right on yours now. One slight move and you could kiss them which is exactly what you do.

The kiss is nothing but sexy, slow and full of suppressed need. Makio’s chapped lips chased after the softness of yours, lost in the sensation. The two of you were attempting to pull each other closer and closer, attempts slowly growing more desperate.

Things always got heated fast between you two. A simple kiss could turn into a messy sexy marathon if you two were really needy. And that’s exactly what the two of you were.

As soon as Makio was able to stick her tongue down your throat she knew she had you, your attempts at taking over the kiss reduced to submissive whimpers, exactly what she wanted to hear from you.

Your wife's hands were all over you, pinching and squeezing at your ass. Anything to get you to be loud. Partly for her own enjoyment, but mostly to get back at her smug ass wife downstairs.

Makio’s hands slide to undo your kimono and you don’t protest, the excitement and speed of everything only making you more needy. As the fabric pooled around your ankles, your wife’s strong hands trailed down to the backs of your thighs. “Jump woman” she instructs. And you listen. The jump lets her hike you up, your bare legs wrapping around her waist. Next thing you know she has you pressed against the wall. Mouth trailing warm and wet kisses down your neck.

If you weren’t loud before, you definitely were now. Moans reverberating off the walls and back onto all the ears in the house. You gripped onto Makio, pulling her closer by whatever you could reach. She was always so good at working you up, reducing you into nothing but a pathetic and whiny mess.

Though you only cared less and less about how filthy the sounds coming out of you were as her kisses trailed back up your neck and to your jaw, words just as nasty as your moans whispered into the shell of the flesh she licked along. “I wanna make you cum harder than you did yesterday,” Makio admits. “Just bury myself between these pretty thighs until you’re shaking and begging for a break.”

The words make you whimper, a desperate plea leaving your lips, “Yes, all of that yes!” you speak. The permission was all Makio needed before her tongue trails down your body, prodding at your nipples just to see you jump before she kisses farther down. She holds your thighs to the chest, keeping you pinned to the wall securely as she drops to her knees.

Now face to face with your pussy, she stares in awe at the pretty little thing. Already so wet, glistening in the dim light of the upstairs hallway. Your clit perked out between two fat lips, just begging to be sucked on.

Makio’s tongue dragged through your folds ever so slowly drawing the most sinful moan from your throat. She kisses at your pussy, tongue not yet focused on your clit, but your slit. And it feels nice, she always was excellent with her tongue.

Even after all this time she never forgot what you liked. Which became even clearer as her lips finally zero in on your clit.

You make the mistake of looking down at Makio, who seemed to have never taken her eyes off of you. Eye contact always drove you wild and it made the filthy, squelching sucks she gave your clit that much more pleasurable.

In this moment, Makio wished she had a camera to take a picture of just how pretty you looked. Mouth open and eyes rolling back in your head as she harshly suckled on your clit.

She made you feel so sloppy, sucking on your clit just as easily as she sucked Tengen off. There was spit and slick everywhere. Dribbling on the floor, on your thighs, all over her chin. But that didn’t stop her. That never stopped her, the only thing that could when she was this into feasting was a warning tap on her shoulder or a spew of a safe word. But until she heard that she’d keep going until you were a filthy, crying and shaking mess.

Which you were close to being honestly. You understood why she took her time warming you up to her tongue. Because she was fucking relentless. Once she started working over your clit she didn’t stop, and it was driving you crazy. There was no escape, no way for your his to squirm in her strong hold and nowhere to run. She had you pinned. All you could do was stay put and whimper from overstimulation that came from the constant stimulation that graced your clit.

One of your hands came to pat at her head, as a way to ground yourself but also as a silent way to ask her to let up. But you should have known better. You had made a monster. A sexy ass woman who was addicted to tasting you on her tongue.

As if to reprimand you for even thinking about making her stop, she doubles down. And you swear this is the day you die. It was so much, too much. But she sat there, daring you to try and push her away again as she made you take every bit of pleasure she was feeding you.

You had the cutest pout on your face as the overwhelming feeling was starting to tighten the coil in your belly.

“O-oh m’god” you moan, it was hard to even form coherent sentences at this point. Only Makio could ever have you going dumb just from her nimble fucking tongue. “You’re gonna make me cum baby, fuck!”

Makio doesn’t move at your warning. Nothing could pry her away from your pussy right now. She could feel your thighs quaking as you grow impossible close. And she could feel your clit pulsing between her lips. Your poor pussy was almost done and she had barely had her fill yet.

But as long as she got you to cum loud and hard, maybe have you limping just a bit when she was done, she’d be satisfied.

For now.

You barely have time to warn Makio you’re cumming. The sensation feels so foreign right now you barely register it’s happening until it's happening. You’re rendered speechless for a moment. And only for a moment as your body registers Makio’s lips aren't stopping.

You didn’t try to fight her hold before as you knew you wouldn’t win. But your body was eager to escape now. Squirming and begging for freedom from the treacherous hands of overstimulation that clawed at your body. You wanted to cry and you swear you did as her ministrations drew a flurry of your juices from your slit, squirting over her face.

“Fuck baby please” you cry out, barely recognizing your voice from how broken it was from how loud you had been screaming .

And you actually sob as not even your soaking pussy isn’t enough to stop Makio, who definitely lied when she said that just getting you to cum would be enough for her.

“Makio please!” you plead with her. You didn’t even know what you were asking for, brain to dumb to really care or know. “F-Fuck, i’m gonna cum again!” you wail.

Makio knows of course, you’d be saying that a couple times this afternoon before she was ready to let her pretty baby’s pussy rest.

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[pablitogavii]

Reader getting really shy with gavi?

Family time

After a year of being in established relationship, Pablo wanted to bring me to Sevilla to meet more of his family and since he was traveling with the team for the last game it was the perfect timing.

I was a little nervous but he reassured me that they would love me just as much as him which calmed down my nerves a bit. Meeting his tía Almudiera and her family was very nice and she welcomed me to stay at her home while Pablo is in the hotel with the team.

"Estas segura, mi amor? If you're uncomfortable I can get you a hotel room?" he asked me on the side and I shut him up with a kiss reassuring him that I'd love to stay with his family which made him smile brightly.

"Bueno, I will come in the morning amor" he said after evening passed and we had nice dinner with his family before he was ready to depart. It was always hard goodbye especially since I got so used to sleeping in his arms at night.

"Will you..um leave your sweatshirt with me cariño?" I asked shyly and he knew the reason I needed it is to have his smell with me when he is away. It made him proud and he took it off immediately giving it to me with a sweet kiss on my hungry lips.

"We'll take good care of her niño, no te preocupes" his aunt said making us both smile as he embraced me and Pablo left smiling while stealing another look of me surrounded by his family..made him proud for finding the right one.

The next morning, I was sound asleep when Pablo came after training being told by his aunt that I was still sleeping. He promised to wake me up for breakfast before entering the small guest room they gave me.

He smiled seeing me cuddled up to a white comforter wearing one of his sweatshirt with a peaceful look on my face. He sat next to me holding around my waist and leaning down to leave wet kisses all over my neck which slowly woke me up with a smile.

I enjoyed his little ministration for a second completely forgetting that we were not home quickly pulling away thinking some of his family can come in to check on you.

"Amor, que pasa? No te gusta mis besitos no more?" he acted hurt looking down at me while moving a strand of my hair behind my ear so I can slowly open my eyes to look at him.

"No! Obvio que me gusta amor..I'm just worried someone will come in" I say looking at the door and he chuckled leaning down to capture my lips.

"My shy girl.." Pablo teased making me blush even more as we kissed a few times before a knock was heard and he told me that meant breakfast was ready for us.

We spent all day exploring Sevilla with his family, going to a little lake for a picnic with kids and I started feeling much more comfortable but still any physical touch from Pablo put me on edge.

Knowing my boyfriend and that his love language is physical touch, it was hard for him not to show it in front of his family. Not to mention he loved seeing em all flustered.

"Our reservation is ready, kids" his tía said and we walked to the little restaurant by the beach and the moment I sat down next to Pablo, I felt his hand gripping my thigh making me close my legs as smirk appeared on his handsome face. Little devil!

"Amorrr!" I whispered and he leaned in acting dumb for a moment.

"Something the matter, princesa?" he whispered back and I gave him a stern look to which he only smirked keeping his hand right where it was.

"Mrs. Gavira" waiter said and you smiled thinking a little about that title..imagining it belonging to you one day, and just like he could read your mind Pablo's hand moved from your thigh to hold your hand kissing it in front of everyone not really minding people watching.

"I'm thinking about it too.." he said and I blushed which he adored continuing talk with his family while holding my hand under the table. Obviously we were both young..but hearing his say he's also thinking about it made me so happy.

Next day, Pablo had long physical exam and training so we didn't see each other until lunch and when he arrived he saw me jumping in the pull with his little cousin smiling with his tía.

"Ella es una chica de oro Pablito, mucha suerte" she said and that made a boy even more proud that his family was loving me just like he knew they would. He knew it's impossible not to love a person like me.

"Pablo! Look the braids Y/n made for me! Are they pretty!?" his cousin was excited and Pablo smiled seeing you blushing shyly while grabbing a tower for the little girl.

"So pretty! You enjoying Y/n's company?" he asked and the little girl jumped up and down while nodding and rushing inside to grab some snack while Pablo walked up to me.

"They're all so nice to me amor, I love it here" I said gulping when he pulled me by my waist close to himself not caring much that I was wet.

"I love you mi amor.." he said to my bright red face before kissing my lips lovingly and I giggled resting my head on his shoulder while his family watched us with smiles. They were happy Pablo could find someone so genuine for himself.

"You need to be all packed up tonight when I pick you up" Pablo said and I pouted nodding my head as he pulled me in and kissed my forehead lovingly.

"We'll come back soon, bueno? Te lo prometo" he said and I smiled again nodding my head before he pecked my lips once again and we joined the rest inside.

[ghostedgrim]

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Synopsis: After getting Dauntless on her aptitude test, a girl happily takes the opportunity to escape her suffocating life as the "perfect" daughter of a Candor lawyer and leader. (Snarky ex rich Candor girl x Four)

Warnings: Implied abuse, death, father speaks hurtful words to his daughter on visiting day.

Today is the most important day of my life, and to no one's suprise my parents demand I look my utter best, and of course, wear a dress. Personally, I think a dress is probably the worst thing to wear for what I have planned, but I guess I'll make do.

I grab a long bodycon dress. It's black, the fabric thin and breathable with a square neckline and a hem that reaches my mid shin, along with a slit trailing up to my mid thigh. Black because my parents will likely view me as dead after today, I'll be dead to them for my betrayal. Also I don't want anyone at my new faction to see my sweat. I pair my dress with black square-toe flats, then for the final touch pulled on a short white jacket with black accents.

I can not wait to leave.

Yes, the luxury of rich parents is nice, we have a penthouse, nice view, parties, but trust me, this grass is only spray painted green. My mother is a part of the Candor Council and my father a lawyer. They know how people work and what makes them tick. They know how to tell a truth with multiple meanings.

If asked what faction they hope I join, they reply, "I believe and hope she will choose the proper faction for her." Everyone thinks they're supportive of any future I take, but they're not. To them Candor is the perfect faction for me because Candor is perfection, Erudite is proper and still a good option because they work with math and science which goes perfectly hand in hand with truth, Amity and Abnegation are strange but a peaceful option, Dauntless... well, they hate Dauntless. To them, Dauntless are chaotic ruffians with hardly no law or education. This is somewhat true because many choose to ignore and even skip classes while young.

After breakfast, I meet my parents beside their car, it's sleek and white with a black trim. We exchange brief conversation, mom and dad prattle on about how Candor and Erudite are such perfect factions for me and how they believe I'll make the proper choice for myself and them. And I'm all too happy to leave the car once we arrive at The Hub. The tallest building in the city, and I'm quite thankful we arrived early because that means the elevators aren't as full. Unfortunately, that means I must also converse a bunch before the ceremony.

"Mother, I feel stressed about today, may I sit down instead of talking to everyone," I ask calmy.

"No, now go speak with Ms. Matthew and the other Erudites. If you're planning to transfer out of Candor, It's best you make a good relationship before joining them," my mother orders, her eyes feel like steel coiling around my throat, preventing me from giving any form of retort.

It feels like days have past, but really it was only an hour before Johanna makes her speech and began the ceremony. Johanna is the leader of Amity. With every name she calls, my heart seems to beat faster and faster as she gets closer to my name.

"... Verity." I stand and walk to the center stage. Each movement is controlled, perfect, exactly the way my parents want it to be. Candor is the perfect option, Erudite is the proper choice... I'm tired of it.

Just because you can only speak truth doesn't mean you can't manipulate. That's the issue with my faction, everyone here thinks their perfect and even pure simply because they don't lie. They're convinced that by eliminating lies they have eliminated evil.

But truth does not eliminate evil, a pacifist cannot do anything to stop evil when it steps on their door, being smart simply works as a gun for good and evil to wield. Brains, truth, pacifism, none of that eradicates evil, nor does it stop it from forming...

I cut my palm letting my blood sizzle onto the hot coals below.

But a good punch can certainly make it fuck off for a bit.

Thank God I wore this dress, otherwise I would've never been able to run and jump onto the train. The sound of the running train deafens the sound of people talking around me. It was so loud that I almost didn't hear the warning about us jumping off. I don't pay much attention to Dauntless. All my life, I've tried to avoid them and their chaos, but even I knew they don't wait for trains to stop before jumping.

"Where are we jumping!" I yell, but no one answered. I lean my head out the door and to my shock, "Are they trying to kill us!?"

I'm supposed to jump off a moving train onto a damn building! What the actual fuck?

"Scared princess?" I turn to see an Erudite boy with blonde hair and blue eyes, height wise, I can only reach his shoulder. He moves to stand behind me, "Need me to give you a push."

I promptly stomp my heel on the toe of his shoe and backed away from the door, "Hard pass prince charming." The boy glares at me before returning his attention to the door. When it comes time to jump, he turns around to flash me a smile. I smiled back, then ran forward as fast as I could and jumped off the train.

Time slowed, initiates seemed to float in the air beside me, all wearing colors of black, blue, and white, I made the mistake of looking down and my body filled with cold terror. What if I don't make it. The ledge is getting closer and closer, fuck. Did I jump too early?

SMACK!

I slip on the gravel as I land, I slide down hard onto the right side of my body, no doubt covering my right forearm and lower legs in scratches, my teeth smack together as my jaw rams into the ground. "Fuck..."

"Agreed," someone groans out beside me, and I turn to see the Erudite boy from earlier sprawled out on his back. Two screams burst out behind us, and I jump up and turn to see several people crowd around the ledge. "Don't look."

"Don't tell me what to do," I snapped at the boy and watched as an Amity boy was hauled onto the roof. I peer over the ledge, someone's hand grabs my wrist and hauls me back. Unfortunately, it was not fast enough to see the dead person who failed to make it onto the roof. I press my hands to my face, trying to calm my breathing. Someone hugs me from the side, their hand rubbing my shoulder.

"Alright listen up!" I pull away from the person, only giving a quick enough glance to see they're a Dauntless born. I then look to the person speaking. "I'm Eric, I am one of your leaders. If you want to enter Dauntless, this is the way in. He stands atop the roof ledge. He wears all black, vest, shirt, pants, two peircings above his left brow and one per ear, his hair cropped at the sides and slicked back. "And if you don't have the guts to jump... then you don't belong in Dauntless. Someone's gotta be first. Who's it gonna be." The man jumps down from the ledge, watching us with a critical eye.

"So what, we jump on a moving train, jump off a moving train onto a rooftop, and now you want us to jump off the roof?" I scoff, and cross my arms.

Eric smirks, "thanks for volunteering." He swings his arm out, inviting me forward and as much as I want to back down Eric's body language, especially his eyes, warn me that backing down like a coward is definitely not the safest of my options. So I mutter a curse under my breath and walk forward.

With shaking hands I climb onto the ledge. If there's one thing I know, the longer you wait the more the anxiety builds. So with my back to the small crowd, I cast them a glace over my shoulder before looking down at the gaping hole before me and jumped.

A scream tore through my lips as I plummeted. For a moment I thought I might die, that Eric would use me as an example of what not to do as a Dauntless initiate. I would be remembered as the dumb initiate that jumped because she was told too.

I pass through the lip of the hole and to my supries saw dim lights. I had barely any time to think on it before I slammed into a net and bounced several times. And once the bouncing stopped, I lay there, trying to gather my senses. My ears pick up joyus whoops and hollers, then hands appear. They wrap around my arms and drag me from the net. I find myself standing before a tall man, brown hair, brown eyes, a shadow of hair across his jaw, and defined facial features.

"You alright," his voice is deep, with a hint of a rumble, "Did you get pushed."

I scoffed, "No, I jumped. Somewhat unwillingly. Tell the Eric guy he's a dickbag for me."

"Straight to the point I see, then again you're from Candor. If I were you, I'd be more careful about the way you speak about your superiors," he warns, then lets go of my arm. "You got a name?"

"Obviously, I have a name, it's ... Verity." The man nods, announcing my name and that I'm the first jumper before telling me to stand by the wall. A few moments later the Erudite boy falls.

"Damien! Second jumper!" The man announces. More cheers and Damien jobs over to me with a blinding smile.

"Only fair the prince follows the princess so she isn't alone," Damien teases.

"So what prince are you? Brother, or wannabe lover?" I deadpan.

Damien clicks his tongue, "I'm gay so obviously, brotherly."

"If you ever try or even joke about pushing me off a moving train, I will kill you."

"That's fair," Damien shrugs.

We remain standing side-by-side as the remainder of initiates jump. About 23 total, 11 transfer, and 12 Dauntless born. The twelve Daniel born are taken away by a woman instructor whom I've already forgotten the name of, while the brown hair guy calls the rest of us over to him.

"My name is Four," he announces, and I stifle a chuckle that makes Damien roll his eyes, "Mind telling me what's so funny?"

"Of all the names a man could choose, and you name yourself Four. Are there people named One, Two, and Three running around that you call siblings?" I grin, and Damien mutters something under his breath.

Four stalks forward, the initiates around me back away giving him space, bringing his face close to mine he speaks, "If you plan to survive here, then keep your mouth shut. Don't make me warn you again." Four's voice came out like a deep rumble, and I couldn't tell if I was scared or really attracted to it.

When Four walks away, Damien elbows me in the side, "Ow."

"Do you have a death wish?" He half-whispers.

I shrug and turn my attention to Four as he gives us a tour of Dauntless, pointing out the chasm, hub, cafeteria, and the dorms. I grimace at the sight of the hideous concrete room, metal cots, communal bathroom, at least the showers and bathrooms had a private stall for each one. If I'm lucky, I can snag a stall to change in during morning and night.

Four notices my obvious look of disgus. "Too much for you, princess? I thought you enjoyed luxurious suites like this room?" He mocks, and I resist the urge to punch his gut.

"It's quite lovely actually," I bite back, "in fact, it quite matches your sparkling personality."

Four goes to retort but is interrupted by a boy Candor transfer, "When do you get our uniforms?"

"You don't," Four replies, "depending on your rank, and skill shown throughout training you will earn points that you can exchange for clothes, body modifications, makeup, and whatever the hell else you want to spend it on. Now go pick a bunk and come to the cafeteria for dinner," Four orders.

Watching Four go over various kicks, punches, blocks, and forms is starting to make me wish I went against my parents demands and wore pants. Earlier this morning Eric had informed us the lowest five preforming inmates get kicked. I had almost spoke up against that rule, but thought better of it knowing Eric was a leader, he could probably kick me out for just looking at him wrong. It's a stupid rule, especially because as far as I'm aware Dauntless doesn't have any overpopulation issues.

Four finally dismisses us to the punching bags, and my legs protest every step. He and Eric took us on a quarter mile run. I barely survived. Next week it'll be half a mile. I definitely won't survive that.

Once at my bag I move into a fighting stance, feet spread, from foot pointed at the bag, back foot planted on the ground perpendicular to the front foot. My hits are weak, my form certainly not the best. Right now I want nothing more than a hot shower and my b-

"With a form like that you won't survive the matches starting tomorrow," a low voice speaks behind me. I turn to see Four, his gaze critiquing my posture, his arms crossed.

"What's it to you?" I snap.

Four rolls his shoulders then reaches out to shrink my too-wide stance, bring my fist closer to my jaw. "There. Unless you want to get hit, keep your fists up so you can block your sides and head with your forearms. Also don't make your stance so wide, not only do you look stupid, it makes moving and kicking alot harder." Four pulls away and moves to stand beside me, "As for why I care. I'm your instructor, it's my job to prevent as much of you from failing as possible. Now hit the bag is if it's someone you hate."

"So pretend I'm hitting you. Got it," I quip. Four only offers a few critiques and tips before walking away. I try to focus, but honestly my mind seems more focused on what Four's hands on my hips and the feeling of him standing so close behind me that I could feel his breath practically caress my neck.

"Careful," and my knees nearly go weak from the way the word rolled off his tongue like a soft rumble.

Over the course of the month, I grew stronger, my stamina longer, my muscles more prominent too. While I was certainly not the most skilled at fighting, the wit of my tonge remained strong. I used the points I earned to buy myself more comfortable clothes; boots, pants, shirts, I even gave myself the tattoo of the Candor symbol, encased in flames. I was even contemplating getting peircings, but I couldn't tell if I wanted them out of a wish to rebel against the way I was raised or because I actually wanted one.

Tonight was the night before visiting day. Last week had marked the end of our first part of initiation, and I dread thinking of what will happen next week.

Damien was standing in front of his bunk, ranting about how he's excited to see his sister. I watch him from my perch in his bunk. Over the past month, he'd gone from scrawny to quite musclar. It was almost scary to think about the sheer change. Snakebite peircings and blonde hair now green, Damien was certainly embracing the punk side of Dauntless.

We've both grown quite a bit since the Choosing Ceremony, the same way my crush on Four has only worsened.

Training, walking around Dauntless, cafeteria, I often try to find Four somewhere in the crowd. Most times, he's already staring at me. I shiver.

"You alright."

I break from my thoughts to see Damien squatting down in front of me. "I'm fine," I have to force the lie out. I've gotten better at lying, but it's nearly impossible to do it to the people I'm close to.

Damien shakes his head, and moves to sit on his cot beside me. "You're an awful liar."

"Yeah! I'm well aware!" A few other initiates turn to us at my outburst. Perhaps my feelings for Four weren't my only concern. "What if my parents actually come tomorrow? I hate them, but I'm so scared to see that inevitable look of disappointment." I slump against Damien's should, and he wraps an arm around me.

"Faction before blood. Dauntless is your faction, Dauntless is your family, you are my sister, and I am proud of you. Your parents are merely the people that made you and raised you. Unfortunately, they chose to turn you into a miniature of them and force away the true you. Whatever happens, your true family is here, and I will punch your parents for you if you need."

"Thanks..." I reply, and Damien rests his chin on my head.

Silence settles around us, a comfortable one that helps me relax a bit. "I asked Aaron out," Damien suddenly blurts out.

I pull away, turning to face him, "Ex Candor Aaron!" But Damien shakes his head, his grin bright.

"Nope! The Dauntless born Aaron. Black hair, chiseled face."

My mouth drops open in suprise, "I thought he was homophonic?"

Damien's grin turns almost feral, "Was. But then he lost a bet, we kissed, he liked it," Damien's hands move dramatically to emphasize each word, "he wanted to experiment, and let's just say I preformed real good."

"Gross. There's no way you're telling the truth."

"I am," Damien lounges back against his pillow.

"In that case, I guess I'll need to get some tips from you about winning over my crush sometime."

Damien sits up faster than I can blink, "who is it?"

"Not telling," I sing, and Damien pouts. "See ya tomorrow." I wave and walk over to my cot.

A permanent frown is etched into my face as I watch families mingle down in the pit. I already spotted my parents looking for me earlier, but I made no move to join them.

Someone walks up beside me but I say nothing.

"Wow. No snarky comment, sneer, or anything. Are you okay?" I'm surprised to hear Four sounds actually sincere.

"I'm fine-"

"No, you're not. You can talk to me about it," Four offers.

"As if you know anything about shitty parents," I sneer.

Four's gaze darkend, locking his jaw and I realize I hit a nerve, fuck. "Trust me, I do know." Four then quickly walks off.

Eventually, Damien hunts me down and drags me from my beloved hiding spot to meet his sister, but we get intercepted.

"I see you've enjoyed it here," I tense and turn to face my father, who is flanked by my mother. "Your friend is... interesting."

I cross my arms and glare at them. "I'm surprised you came."

"Yes, well," my mother starts, "while you may have joined a faction far beneath us, I must admit I was curious to see just how much you let yourself go. And it seems you've lost all sense of acting a proper lady." All sense of confidence seeps from my body as my mother scolds my appearance with her eyes.

Damien finally speaks up, "How dare you speak to her that way!"

My mother shrugs, "I'm simply speaking the truth. Tell your boyfriend to cool it."

"I have a boyfriend," Damien growls.

A look of utter disgust appears on my father's face, and before I can speak, he drags me away. I tried to grab onto Damien, but we'd already lost him in the crowd.

"Had I known you've fallen so far, I would've ordered someone to make you Factionless," my father snarls.

"What's so wrong about -"

"Do not interrupt me," just by an order from my father, I go stiff and silent. Just how I was before leaving Candor. Docile, pretty, soft.

"First, you betray us by joining Dauntless off all factions. I might've forgiven you if it was Amity of Abnegation, but you join Dauntless. Now you've cut your hair all short," I touch my hair, I had forgotten I cut it after too many initiates kept pulling it during sparring matches. "Look at your clothes, they're hideous, and with that cropped tank top, you look like a sl-"

"That's enough," someone growls beside me. My gaze snaps to Four as he pulls me closer to him. "Get out before I remove you both by force." My father goes to argue, but Four punches him in the face before he can finish.

I remain silent and unwilling to fight back as Four guides me through the halls, and he doesn't stop until he's confident we're alone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Four asks while leaning against the rock wall. The dim blue light around us highlights his features.

"I don't know," my voice it quiet.

Four stares at me, as if taking in my every detail, every move, and emotion, like I'm a book. "Why did you join Dauntless?"

My heart sinks. He probably thinks I'm unworthy or something. "To escape my parents."

Four merely cocks his head, "If your sole goal was to escape you would've ran to Amity. Why did you come here?"

"Why do you care?" I snap.

Four sits on the ground and pats the space beside him. Despite myself, I sit.

"You don't have to talk about it. But understand I get it. Having a parent raising you to be impossibly perfect, who cares about their public image. That hate for yourself because you don't feel good enough even after you leave, still being afraid of them after you escape. Trust me, I get it. And if you bottle it, it will just consume you."

A gasp almost escapes me, he's Marcus's son. "Why are you telling me this?"

"When we met, I thought you were going to be some bratty rich girl, you wouldn't last. You're still a bit of a brat," he chuckles, "but you're also a fighter. Strong, unwilling to bend or break, and the fucking way you smile. I must admit I'm jealous, but more than that I confess I want nothing more than to kiss you."

"You like me?"

"Alot more than I'm willing to admit."

"I came to Dauntless because I'm tired of feeling weak and unable to fight back." Four looks at me intently. "All my life it was dresses, being told how to act, stand, sit, talk. I felt like a doll, and if I made one error I would get yelled at and locked in my room for a week at the least. It was suffocating and I always felt so utterly powerless. Here at Dauntless I'm strong, I'm free, I can actually fight." I look down at my hands, and Four rests one of his atop mine, and I squeeze it.

"You said you wanted to kiss me."

"Badly," he added.

"Then kiss me."

One minute Four is looking at me like I grew two heads, and the next his lips are upon mine. My hands find purchase on his shoulders, both his hands cup my face. He kisses me like he's starved. His lips are soft, and warm and I practically melt into the kiss.

We pull away for a moment, then slowly we kiss again. "Please be mine," Four mumbles against my lips.

"I am yours," I mutter back as we kiss again. Eventually, we settle, simply sitting in the empty hall, me in Four's arms, his head on my chin.

"I knew it!"

"Fuck!" My head slams against Four's jaw as I jolt making Four groan in pain.

"Man I fucking knew it! Maria owes me $20," Damien cackles, so I chuck my shoe at him and grace him my middle finger.

Author's note: I'm sorry it took so long, my dad was in the hospital for colon cancer, and his girlfriend got offended that my mom knew of the situation which was a hole issue. Fortunately things have calmed down, my dad's surgery was successful, and he's doing chemo to ensure it doesn't come back.

I hope you enjoyed the fic. Please share feedback, I happily accept constructive criticism.

[ramblinscramblin]

Got a request/suggestion for you if you like. As headcannons or whatever strikes your fancy.

The team has a new recruit! They are one of the most genuine, patient, friendly, sweetest people one could ever meet. They make everyone breakfast in the mornings, they listen to people's problems, they volunteer at a puppy orphanage, talk down muggers in the street, essentially a bottle of sunshine as a person.

On the battlefield however, they are most certainly one of the scariest people alive. They are incredibly strong and durable, no need for weapons when they can tear people apart with their bears hands and teeth. They are brutal, carnage incarnate, and have absolutely no fear whatsoever.

Now, their sweetness is genuine, they are not faking anything. Outside of battle they are one of the most pleasant, stable people on the team. If ever asked, the best reply they can ever give is "This is a war with no true death. (Thanks to the respawn machine) When you can play a game with no consequences, why not have a little fun? ~"

What do the mercs think about their new teammate? How did they react to seeing their first time on the battlefield? How scary is the game with a player who doesn't care?

Sorry about the length, I got all excited. Romantic or platonic is good, and pick whichever mercs you like to focus on.

→Sweetheart Reader who has a Bloodlust!

Genre: Silliness, general

Characters: Scout, Medic, Pyro, Sniper

Content warning: canon typical violence

Thanks so much for this request! This is such a fun idea! I decided to just pick a few of my favs, also relationship is left fairly ambiguous hope that’s all good! Enjoyyyy ٩( ᐛ )و

Scout

Scout enjoys your sweet side, Scout tends to lean towards supportive types since he doesn’t see much of that from the other mercs.

The two of you get along quickly.

We know he secretly loves being babied so he likes that you make breakfast and do all the cleaning.

He’ll probably make fun of you, calling you the teams maid. You let it slide though, maybe playfully teasing him back.

But ultimately he enjoys having someone around who isn’t totally nihilistic and hasn’t already half given up on being happy, it’s a nice change of pace for him.

All that being said, he doesn’t think you’re going to last a second on the battlefield.

Sure, being all starry eyed and happy go lucky is all good and fine around the base, but that’s the type of stuff that breaks you on the battlefield, respawns or not.

Genuinely tries to talk you out of it the first time you’re set to go out.

“Are you sure you really thought this through? Nobody’d be mad if ya skipped out on us, maybe Pauling has another type-a job for you.”

“Scout, it’s sweet you care so much, but I assure you I have it under control.”

He’s unconvinced so he goes into it feeling the need to protect you.

After he is literally doused in BLU teams blood, it’s pretty glaringly obvious you don’t need him.

Is in genuine awe, hardly fights the whole match, just watches you in… terror? Amazement? Surprise? He’s not exactly sure what he’s feeling, but there is a lot of it.

He’s definitely more wary from that point forward of making any sort of jokes about you.

Medic

Medic is wholly distrusting of your whole “good guy” act.

It might seem nice, and maybe you are but nobody gets into your position by being all smiles all the time he knows that.

Once he does a bit of inspecting on your character and a whole lot of judging, finding out that you are seriously just that golden hearted is a serious surprise to him.

You may point out to him that’s it’s pretty unfair of him of all people to be suspicious, the guy who smiles while doing open heart surgery, which he concedes.

He’s much more receptive to your niceness from then on.

Doesn’t fear so much for your safety on the battlefield, your kindness was not a good enough scale for how you would perform in battle, at least in Medics eyes.

Feels much more drawn to you after seeing your insane side.

Once seeing you on the battlefield he feels he finally has the full picture of who you are, and enjoys your company much more.

Your attitudes of being fairly frivolous on the battlefield have earned the two of you a rather unnerving reputation, but neither of you care, content to be menaces on the ground.

Sniper

Likewise, Sniper is a little suspicious about your behavior.

A puppy shelter? The sweet conversations? Helping at soup kitchens? It’s all a little on the nose for his tastes.

The kicker for him was when you somehow turned a violent drunk man on the street into a weeping mess, talking him through his childhood trauma. You really were just that tooth rottingly sweet.

Gets used to it, keeps his distance, but gets used to it.

After seeing you in battle he is even more put off. Of course, he respects your play, just the same way that he has some base level of respect for his teammates but it never goes beyond that.

He has strict codes he sticks to on the battlefield, and seeing you so lax about respect just sort of rubs him the wrong way.

You two probably don’t end up seeing eye to eye all too often, and may butt heads fairly often because of this.

But at the end of the day, you’re both teammates, and everyone else on the team loves you so much that it makes Mick feel like an asshole for having any negative feelings towards you.

Pyro

Wow! You guys get along so great!

Pyro is the exact same way, relatively beloved due to kindness off the battlefield but feared during the fight.

Pyro adores how kind and compassionate you are, wants to do all your helping stuff with you. Even if they don’t really know how to properly help anyone without starting a fire.

They will “help” with cooking and cleaning, just enjoying trying to be helpful.

You show up in a lot of their pyro land drawings, and they do enjoy spending a lot of time with you, and you them!

Pyro also loves helping out with you on the battlefield! Spreading peace and love is that much easier when you’re by their side.

Or at least… that’s Pyros version of events.

Sorry for the wait, having the worst burnout, but I am pressing on for u guys (￣^￣)ゞ hope you enjoyed!

[lvnleah]

Rory meets AWFC.

Rory meets her Mummies teammates and gets a little anxious but soon meets a Lego loving friend.

find the Rory masterlist here

thank you to @scribblesofagoonerr for helping me write this! this may or may not feature a certain monkey…

August 24th 2023

“You okay, Roo?” Beth asked Rory as she packed a few bits into her backpack.

Rory had now been living with Beth and Viv for two months now, both of them had been given three weeks off from Arsenal to help them adjust and settle. They’d fallen into a nice routine with Rory and she was even more comfortable with them now, her little personality had truly begun to shine.

After the three weeks, they’d returned back to training. They were doing sessions in the gym with just them and Rory as everyone was away at either the World Cup or had time off.

Despite not being related to Beth biologically, she definitely had her bubbly and loud personality with Viv's shyness sprinkled in.

Today, Rory was going to training with them and meeting their friends for the first time. She’d already met both Viv and Beth’s family after spending a few weeks in the Netherlands with them and Myle. All of their family had fallen in love with the girl and by the end of the week she had them wrapped around her little finger.

Rory nodded her head shyly as Viv brushed her hair into a smooth ponytail, “Just a bit nervous.” Rory shrugged, holding Twix tight to her.

"You know," Viv said, finishing Rory’s ponytail before sitting beside her, "when I was your age, I was really nervous about going to new places too. But I always found that if I bought something familiar with me, like your bunny, it made me feel a lot better. I still get anxious too, Mummy will tell you.”

Rory looked up at Viv with a curious expression. "Really? You get anxious too?”

"Yeah I do," Viv nodded. "But you have me and Mummy with you, too. We'll make sure you feel safe and happy."

Beth joined them at the table, “We'll be with you the whole time, Roo. You can even play football if you want."

Rory's grip on her bunny tightened, but she nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay.

Viv chuckled, “Why don’t we pack a few of your favourite things in your backpack?”

“Look, I’ve already packed your favourite snacks and some toys. You can bring them with you." Beth said, holding the bag open.

Rory peeked inside the backpack and smiled a little. "Thanks, Mummy."

Viv leaned down and kissed the top of Rory's head. "You're so brave, Rory. We'll make sure you have a good time."

Beth smiled, “You'll get to see where Mamma and I work and meet some of our friends. It'll be fun, I promise."

“Are they nice?” Rory asked.

“Super nice!” Beth reassured her, “They’re very funny too!”

Viv smirked, “Not as funny as Mamma though!”

Rory laughed, a smile spreading on her face, “No ones as funny as you, silly Mamma!”

Viv ruffled Rory's hair gently. "That's my girl. Now, finish your breakfast so we can get going.”

Once breakfast was done and the kitchen tidied, they gathered by the door. Viv helped Rory put on her tiny sneakers, while Beth checked her bag one last time. The anticipation in the room was palpable, a mix of excitement and nervous energy.

"Ready to go, Roo?" Beth asked, her voice gentle but encouraging.

Rory nodded, and held out her hand for Viv to take. "Ready!”

The drive to the training ground was filled with chatter and the hum of the car engine. Rory sat in the back seat, singing along to Taylor Swift with Viv like she had done for the past few weeks.

As they pulled up to the training centre, Rory’s nerves increased. Beth stepped out of the car and got her backpack whilst Viv unstrapped her.

“Mamma carry me?” Rory mumbled as she stepped out.

Viv smiled before lifting the four year old up, resting her on her hip. Rory buried her head in the crook of Viv’s neck, her arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Beth rubbed her hand up and down Rory’s back, “You’ll be okay, Roo. I promise.” She said, placing a kiss on her temple.

They walked into the training centre, Beth leading the way and holding the door open for Viv and Rory. Steph and Jen were in the lobby and when they saw the trio approaching, they both smiled warmly.

Steph gasped, “Is this little miss Rory that I've heard so much about?”

Rory peeked out from her safe spot against Viv’s shoulder, her grip on Twix tightening. Her blonde eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Steph's accent before she started to giggle.

“What’re you giggling at, Roo?” Beth asked, tickling Rory’s stomach.

“Her accent!” Rory said just above a whisper as she giggled. “She sounds funny!”

“Have you heard of a place called Australia?” Steph asked, getting a nod from Rory, “Well that’s where I’m from! I sound different from your Mamma’s don’t I?”

Rory nodded, “You do!” Her eyes flicked over to Jen as she walked closer. Rory stared at her curiously, trying to figure out why the woman was so tall.

“I’m Jen! I sound weird too, eh?” Jen smiled, Rory shyly nodding as she hugged Viv tighter, “I like you Bunny! What’s their name?”

Rory looked at Jen and then back at Viv, who nodded encouragingly. “His name is Twix,” Rory whispered,

“Oh that’s so cool!” Jen smiled, “Do you like animals?”

“I love them!” Rory nodded, starting to warm up a little bit, “I love doggies!”

“You do?” Steph gasped, matching Rory’s excitement, “Do you want to meet the team dog, Win?”

Rory's eyes widened with excitement. "There's a dog here?" she asked, looking up at Viv with a mix of astonishment and eagerness.

Beth laughed softly, her heart melting at Rory's cuteness. "Yes, there is. Win is a very friendly dog and loves meeting new people."

Steph nodded enthusiastically. "Win is the therapy dog here, she helps us when we’re feeling down sometimes! She’s the unofficial team mascot."

"Can I see her now?" Rory asked, her shyness momentarily forgotten.

"Of course," Jen smiles, "Let's go find Win. She’s usually hanging out in the canteen area."

They made their way through the training centre, passing by a few players and staff who greeted Beth and Viv warmly. Rory clung to Viv but looked around with wide eyes, taking in everything.

As they entered the canteen area, a friendly chocolate labrador bounced over, tail wagging excitedly. Rory’s eyes lit up as Win approached and Viv set her down on the floor.

"Win, meet Rory," Steph said, sitting down to pet the dog on the floor. "Rory, this is Win."

Rory hesitated for a moment, looking up at Viv for reassurance. Viv nodded, smiling. "It's okay, Roo. Win is very gentle."

Slowly, Rory extended her hand, and Win sniffed it before giving it a friendly lick. Rory giggled, her nervousness melting away. "She likes me!" she exclaimed, petting Win’s soft fur.

"Can we bring Win home?" she asked, looking up at Beth and Viv with hopeful eyes.

Beth chuckled, shaking her head. "Win has to stay here and help the team, Roo. But maybe we can think about getting a doggy soon though!”

"Okay," Rory agreed, still smiling. "Can I show her my bunny?"

"Of course," Viv said. "I'm sure Win would love to meet Twix."

Rory held out Twix to Win, who sniffed the bunny curiously before giving it a gentle lick. Rory giggled again, delighted by the interaction.

"Win likes Twix too!" she smiled, hugging her bunny tightly.

Beth knelt down beside her. "See? There’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re doing great, Roo."

“Oh wow it’s a party in here!” Lotte laughed as she entered the canteen, “Win’s enjoying the attention I see.”

Rory looked up, her smile growing once she saw Lotte, “Lot! Hi, I missed you!”

Rory abandoned Winnie and immediately ran over to the English girl, hugging her legs. Rory had already met Lotte, as well as Vic and Laura, a few weeks after she moved in with Viv and Beth due to them being close friends who were always around.

She was shy at first but once Lotte was laying on the floor with her playing and Vic and Laura were sneaking her sweets she was their best friend.

“Hello, Rory,” Lotte said gently, crouching down to Rory’s level, “I missed you too! How’re you liking the training centre so far?”

Rory smiled and nodded, “I like it! I love Win though!”

Lotte gasped playfully, “Win’s the best isn’t she!”

Viv checked the time on her phone, “C’mon Roo, me and Mummy need to go get changed.”

Rory huffed, “I’m bored, Mamma!”

“It won’t take two seconds, Roo,” Beth said, “Then we can get you set up with some colouring!”

“I don’t mind sitting with her while you get changed,” Lotte offered, “Only if Roo doesn’t mind.”

Beth looked down at Rory, “What do you think, Roo? Want to stay with Lotte while me and Mamma get changed? It’ll only be for a couple minutes.”

Rory thought for a second, her eyes wandering around the now empty room that Steph and Jen had left to go and warm up, “Yeah…you come back?”

“Oh of course we will, Roo!” Viv said, crouching down to the girls height, “Me and Mummy will be a few minutes, you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to. You can come with me.”

Rory shook her head before talking Lotte’s hand, “I colour with Lotte!”

“Okay then,” Beth laughed, “We’ll be two minutes, okay? If you need us you can always come get me and Mamma.”

“Okay, Mummy,” Rory nodded, squeezing Lotte's hand tighter.

Viv and Beth headed off to the changing rooms, leaving Rory with Lotte. Lotte led her to a nearby table and got some colouring out of Rory’s backpack. Rory quickly got to work, her tongue poking out in concentration as she colored a picture of a butterfly.

“You’re really good at coloring, Rory!” Lotte said, smiling as she watched the little girl.

“Thank you!” Rory beamed, her shyness slowly melting away.

Just then, the door to the canteen burst open, and Katie stormed in, loudly announcing her arrival, "Guess who's back, back again! Kat—"

Her voice trailed off as she noticed Rory, who had jumped at the sudden noise, clutching her crayons tightly and looking wide-eyed at Katie.

Katie's eyes widened in horror at scaring the child. "Shit, I'm so sorry, kid!" she said, rushing over but lowering her voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you, kiddo. I’m Katie.”

Rory’s lower lip began to tremble, and her eyes welled up with tears. “I-I want Mummy and Mamma,” she whimpered, looking at Lotte.

Lotte immediately wrapped an arm around Rory. “It’s okay, Rory. Mummy and Mamma will be right back. Katie didn’t mean to scare you.”

But Rory’s tears began to fall, and she clutched Twix tightly to her chest. “I want Mumma and Mummy!” she cried, the distress in her voice clear.

At that moment, Beth and Viv hurried back into the room, having heard Rory's cries. Beth quickly scooped Rory into her arms, holding her close. “It’s okay, Roo. Mummy’s here.”

Viv knelt beside them, gently stroking Rory’s back. “What happened, Mijn liefje?”

Rory sniffled, burying her face in Beth’s shoulder. “She scared me,” she mumbled.

Beth rocked Rory gently, trying to soothe her. “Katie didn’t mean to scare you, Roo. It was just a mistake.”

Katie stepped closer, her expression full of regret. “I’m really sorry, kiddo. I didn’t know you were here.”

Katie exchanged a nervous look with Viv, “Viv, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know she was in here, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, Katie,” Beth reassured her with a nod, “She’s just a bit anxious today, that’s all.”

“I’m so sorry,” she apologised once again, “I’ll leave you too it, I’m sorry kid!”

After a few minutes of Beth and Viv calming Rory down and cuddling her, Leah came through the door. Her eyes softened at the little sniffles coming from Rory, her cheeks still tear stained.

Leah calmly walked over and crouched down beside Beth who had Rory cuddled into her chest, “Hey! I’m Leah, are you little Rory who I’ve heard all about?”

Rory nodded her head against Beth’s chest, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Rory!” Leah smiled, “I bet I know what cheers you up when you’re upset…cake!”

Rory’s eyes widened at the mention of cake, “Cake?!” She asked, lifting her head from Beth’s chest.

Beth gasped, matching Rory’s enthusiasm, “Oh cake, that sounds nice doesn’t it! Why doesn’t Leah show you where to get some?”

Rory hesitated before nodding her head and jumping off of Beth’s lap. She took Leah’s hand and walked over to the canteen kitchen, Leah helped her pick out her cake before walking back to Beth and Viv.

“Chocolate cake!” Viv smiled, “Wow Roo, isn’t that good!” Rory nodded her head, a smile spread across her face.

“Where’s Monkey?” Beth asked, “Is she off causing trouble again?”

“No she was right…behind me,” Leah trailed off, looking around for the teenager, “I bet she’s causing mischief with Kyra!”

“That isn’t a surprise at all,” Viv laughed and shook her head.

Viv carried Rory into the gym whilst Beth had a quick session with the physio’s. She sat down on the bench in the corner, Rory facing her with her head pressed against her chest.

“Viv! You’re back!” A voice shouted aloud where Viv was sitting in the gym with Rory in her lap, “I’ve missed you round here– Leah’s being bossy as ever, ruining my fun, the complete buzz-kill that she is!”

“Hi Monkey,” Viv waved in agreement with the girl, “Glad to hear that you are up to your usual chaos.” She remarked, sarcastically.

“I’m not even doing anything that bad, everyone is just making a huge big deal out of it for no reason! Oh! Maybe now you’re here you can steer Leah to be in agreement that it would be a great idea for me to try sky-diving!” Monkey continued to ramble in Viv’s ear, which Rory couldn’t help but find funny as she listened to the girl natter on, “Oh! Who’s this?” She wondered, curiously.

“Monkey, this is Rory, mine and Beth’s daughter… And Roo, this is Monkey” Viv smiled before leaning down to Rory’s ear, “she’s the biggest kid around here,” she whispered but loud enough for Monkey to hear.

Monkey gasped, “Whoa, I take offence to that, you know! It’s actually Katie– Hi, it’s nice to meet you, Rory. I’m Monkey!”

Rory lifted her head from Viv’s chest, “You’re funny!”

“Thank you very much– Whoa, I like your bunny. Does it have a special name?” Monkey asked, crouching down to Rory’s level on Viv’s lap.

Rory nodded, “Mhm, it’s Twix!” She smiled, holding out the stuffed bunny so the girl could see.

Monkey gasped once again, “No way? Twix, that’s such a cool name! Oooh, do you like Lego?”

“Uh huh!” Rory nodded, her shyness being forgotten once again.

“Cool, do you want to go and build something? I’m meant to be training, but I don’t think anyone will care if I’m there or not.” Monkey shrugged, Viv laughed at how chilled the girl was.

Rory’s smile grew as she nodded her head and slipped off Viv’s lap, “Yeah!”

“So, how old are you, Rory?” Monkey asked as they began to walk over to her Lego corner in the gym.

“I’m 4!” Rory declared proudly, holding up four fingers.

“Wow, 4? That is such a cool age– You can definitely get away with a lot at that age!”

“I thought I heard your voice,” Beth joked as she entered the gym, “Don’t be leading her astray!”

“Would I ever? She’s adorable– We’re gonna build Lego together!” Monkey replied innocently.

“You’re aware that Leah is looking for you, right?” Beth questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“I didn’t do anything I wasn't meant to do!” Monkey protested.

“That definitely means that you did then…” Viv smiled, shaking her head with a knowing smile.

“Monkey!” Leah shouted aloud, trying to find the teenager.

“Uh, damn. I’m not here– Quick, hide me under the table or somethin’.” Monkey whispered to Rory, her eyes darting around for a hiding spot.

“I like her, she’s funny, Mummy!” Rory said, turning to look at Beth with a smile.

Beth couldn't help but smile at Rory's delight. "Yes, she is funny, but we have to make sure she stays out of trouble, right?"

"Right!" Rory agreed enthusiastically.

Just then, Leah entered the gym, her eyes narrowing playfully at Monkey. "There you are! What have you been up to now?"

Monkey put on her most innocent face. "Nothing, I swear! Just showing my new friend my Lego collection!”

Leah shook her head with a laugh. “C’mon, you need to actually train and not muck about.”

Monkey groaned, “Just give me five more minutes! Please, I want to do a bit of Lego!”

“You and your bloody Lego obsession!” Leah sighed, “Fine! Half an hour and then you need to train, deal?”

“Deal!” Monkey smiled, “What do you want to build, Roo?” Monkey asked as they sat down on the floor.

“Umm, I wanna build a castle!” Rory exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Monkey grinned, rummaging through the box of Lego bricks. “A castle?! That’s the best plan ever!”

Beth and Viv exchanged a glance, smiling at how quickly Rory had taken to Monkey. Beth knelt down beside them. “Me and Mamma need to train, we’ll just be over there okay?”

Rory nodded. “Okay, Mummy! We’re gonna make the best castle ever, right Monkey?”

“Absolutely, kid!” Monkey agreed, handing Rory a handful of colourful bricks. “So who have you met so far?”

"Um, Steph and Jen. They both have funny accents," Rory giggled, concentrating as she arranged the bricks into a small tower. "Also, Lotte and Katie… But Katie yelled loudly and it scared me!"

"She did?" Monkey replied with a sympathetic smile. "That’s just how Katie is, but I’m sorry she scared you, Roo. You met Leah as well, right?"

Rory nodded, smiling as she concentrated on building Lego, "Uh-huh! She’s nice and she helped me get chocolate cake! I like her!"

"Aw, whoa. Chocolate cake? I want some too!” Monkey gasped, “Maybe you’ll have to show me where you found it,"

"Yeah!" Rory exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"Want to know a secret?" Monkey whispered, leaning in. "Leah is who I live with. She is nice, but she can also be pretty bossy sometimes."

"You do? Whoa, so cool!" Rory's eyes widened in amazement.

"Yeah, her and my favourite little buddy," Monkey continued with a little laugh.

"Who’s dat?" Rory asked, handing a brick to Monkey.

"Buddy? That’s Leah’s daughter, and Jordan’s too. I don’t know if you have met her yet, but she’s cool.” Monkey smiled, “Buddy is actually a few years younger than you, but I bet when you two meet, you’ll be best friends!"

"Is she funny like you?" Rory asked, her excitement growing.

Monkey nodded, "She’s a little sweetheart, really. I can’t wait for you to meet her!"

"I want to meet her too!" Rory said, grinning widely as she bounced on her knees.

“I’m sure your Mamma and Mummy can sort something out!” Monkey suggested, “Buddy comes here sometimes so you’ll probably get to meet her!”

It wasn’t long before the castle stood tall and impressive, complete with towers. Rory looked at it with wide eyes, clearly proud of their creation.

“Look, Mummy! Look, Mamma!” Rory called out, waving them over. “We did it! We built a castle!”

Beth and Viv walked over, “Wow, that’s amazing, Roo! You and Monkey did a fantastic job,” Viv smiled.

Monkey nodded, pretending to wipe sweat from her brow. “Phew, that was hard work, but totally worth it.”

“Can we take a picture?” Rory asked, looking up at Beth with hopeful eyes.

“Of course we can,” Beth replied, pulling out her phone. “Gather around the castle!”

Monkey proudly held up the Lego castle proudly while Rory stood beside her, smiling. Beth snapped a few photos, capturing the moment.

As the day went on, Rory continued to explore the training centre, meeting more of the team and even joining in with passing the ball. By the time they were ready to leave, she was buzzing with excitement and full of stories to tell.

“Did you have fun today, Roo?” Viv asked as they buckled her into her car seat for the drive home.

Rory nodded. “Yes! I made lots of new friends, and we built a castle, and I met Win, and… and it was the best day ever!”

Beth smiled, leaning over to kiss Rory’s forehead. “I’m so glad you had fun, Roo!”

As they drove home, Rory’s chatter eventually quieted, her eyes growing heavy with sleep. By the time they pulled into their driveway, she was fast asleep, clutching Twix tightly in her arms.

Viv gently lifted her out of the car, carrying her inside and laying her down in her bed for a nap. Beth tucked her in, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Have a good nap, Roo,” Beth whispered, smiling softly. “We love you so much.”

Rory stirred slightly, a sleepy smile on her face. “Love you too, Mummy… Mamma…” she murmured before drifting back into a peaceful sleep.

[jongbross]

Hi, it’s boyfriends things with Exo😅🤍

Thanks

kim minseok:

cutest boyfriend out there

will take such good care of you 🥹

is literally a keeper

your family loves him, he just charms everyone around him

might be a bit difficult as sometimes he can't see why you're still with him

doesn't realize that you're the luckiest person for having HIM

kisses your nose a lot

holds your hand while walking on the street

listen to you vent and gives you the best advices

won't let you sleep in though, so good luck with that

kim junmyeon:

the personification of a gentleman

pulls chairs for you, open doors, makes sure you're with your seatbelt on, doesn't let you walk on the side of the sidewalk that's closer to the street, etc

has the warmest hugs

can literally hug you for hours if you let him

secretly plans to pop out the question in the near future

buys you anything you want. anything.

respects your opinions SO MUCH, it's ridiculous

has the boyfie vibe somehow, so people don't hit on him anymore

chanyeol can see how much he changed because of you, how he's much more bubbly now

"you made him worse!!" (joking)

zhang yixing:

nicest boyfriend out there

dude is just soooo chill, your friends adore him

shows you random stuff on your phone just so you can laugh about it together

hands you his jacket whenever you're cold, but scolds you for not taking one with you

calls you a lot whenever he's away

you'll have to take care of his cats, i'm sorry

does this thing where he kisses both your temples before kissing your lips when he has to say goodbye to you before traveling

passes out beside you on bed while you're talking about a nice recipe you saw on tiktok

doesn't bring up marriage if you don't

really, really hopes you do

byun baekhyun:

i hate him, but congrats to you, i guess

ugh he's just so sweet

takes you out EVERYWHERE, like picks you up at your place

always has a smile on his face when he's around you

asks you about your day and listens to carefully

holds your hand while driving

charms your mom with helping her on the kitchen, it's like a scene straight out of a movie

sings 24/7, so your house is never silent anymore (your neighbors hate you though)

has a whole way of talking that's for you and for you only

you can't trick me baekhyun, i know you must have at least one (1) flaw

kim jongdae:

sunshine boyfriend

let's you sleep in whenever you feel like it

clears some space on his wardrobe/drawers for your clothes and things

"jagi, can we cuddle?"

has so much fun playing with you, you're literally he's best friend

always places bets with you

lots of kisses on your cheek

randomly smiles to you because he knows it makes you happy to see him smile

likes to take you away for the weekend, just you and him

loyal af

park chanyeol:

the "it's okay, i got it" boyfriend

personal uber driver, takes you everywhere if you let him

really, reaaally stubborn

can't sit still, is always looking for something to do with you

"did you see they opened a new bowling place downtown?"

purposely leaves his things at your place

his house is way bigger than yours but he doesn't care

plays guitar while you cook dinner

kisses you everytime you feed him

loves when you sleep on top of him

do kyungsoo:

he's comfort embodied in a person

likes to have breakfast with you, it's like his favorite part of the day

bonds with your pet if you have one (and they love him)

saves new videos on youtube to watch it with you

is in charge of cooking, always

asks you to help him shave just because

gets excited whenever something good happens to you

is your number 01 supporter

loves when you cuddle closer to him in your sleep

shy forehead kisses whenever he can't find the words to express his feelings

kim jongin:

cutest, most caring boyfriend

respects you more than anything in this world

listens to you so carefully whenever you have something to say

is willing to fix some of his bad habits for you

needs constant reassurance that you love him, just because he loves you so much and can't stand the thought of you falling out of love

laughs so hard at your jokes, and they're not even that funny

pays for every meal but lets you pay for his coffee so you won't feel bad

helps you choose your outfits

loves when you play with his hair

wanna have a baby with you so bad

oh sehun:

gets offended whenever someone treats you badly

"why didn't you tell me?? i would've give them a piece of my mind"

smirks whenever he sees you wearing his clothes, he just loves it

calls you whenever he can't go see you

encourages you to go see your friends, especially when he can't be around

but let's be honest, he's attached to you by the hip

rolls his eyes whenever you baby him, but secretly loves it

stares at you dearly when you're talking to his hyungs or his family

lets you play with his fingers when you're bored or too shy to talk to people

dude is so in love it's actually sickening

[kyemna]

Alastor with a non-biological teenager who died in the 80's

This is kind of based on some headcanons I posted earlier. I wanted to include some in the story, so here it is!

Again, i made him a softy here, don't come for my throat😞

I apologize if there are any grammar mistakes.

TW: Mentions of death

It was strange, dying. Apparently there's a whole process that happens after..

Standing in Hell when you 'wake up'..

Processing, and finding a place to live.

Getting kicked out of that place, because they find out you lied about your age, and now living on the streets.

A girl finding out you live on the streets, and you discovering she's the Princess of Hell.

She invites you to stay at her hotel, rent free, but in exchange, you have to rehabilitate. Okay, do-able right? Wrong.

Finding out the radio demon stays at that EXACT Hotel.

The demon you wanted to avoid the most.

Sighing and accepting the fact that your stuck with him.

So, there you were. A 16 year old, standing in the door opening of the hotel, ready to be Rehabilitated.

Charlie, the girl you met on the streets, walks up to you and shakes your hand enthusiasticly.

"Welcome (y/n)!! We're so happy to have you here!" She smiles widely.

You awkwardly smile back at her.

"Thanks for taking me in.. i really do appreciate it."

"Ofcourse, it's no problem. We need more guests here anyways so, your helping me out more than your aware." She drags you inside the hotel, introducing you to the staff.

"Everyone this is (y/n), our first ever teenager at the Hotel! (y/n), this is, Vaggie, Husk, Angel Dust, Nifty, Sir Pentious, and Alastor"

You looked at everyone taking in their appearances and names.

You make eye contact with Alastor, his usual grin widens, as he tilts his head a little to the left.

"Nice.. to meet you all." You smile a little.

Alastor spoke. "So, how old are you, dear?"

Taken off-guard by him actually speaking to you, you answer.

"16."

"When did you die?" Angel dust asks.

"1983" you answer, again.

Angel whistles.

"How did you die?" He asks.

You stayed quiet for a moment.

"I drowned." Your grip on your bag tightens.

"Charlie, can you show me to my room, please? I need some time to... take it all in"

She nods, leading you upstairs.

Alastors gaze follows you.

"Wow, well done Angel. Asking a teenager how they died. real smooth." Vaggie says.

"How was I supposed to know it would upset them?"

"I don't know.. common sense?"

He rolls his eyes.

Charlie opens the door to your room, as you both step in.

"Take your time to get settled in, there's no hurry. Breakfast is at 8:30, lunch at 12:00 and dinner at 18:00 (6:00). There's also a meeting tommorow morning at 10 but you don't have to come to that if you don't want to." She smiles, leaving your room.

You sigh, and plop down on your bed.

You turn to your left, being met by Alastor staring at you.

You scream, rolling off the bed.

"What the hell, Alastor?" You say, loudly.

"My apologies, dear. I just noticed something was wrong when you spoke about the way you died. Now, i'm no therapist, but I am a good listener.

Would you like to talk about it?"

You inhaled sharply

"What's there to say? I was fighting somebody off near a pool. I killed his friend. He pushed me in, and he drowned me. That's all there is."

He hummed as you stand back up, and start unpacking.

"Did you know him?"

"Not really.. I went to school with him but that's all." He nods, as he stands up, taking the shirt you had in your hands, and folding it properly for you.

"If you need a hand with anything, just ask" He says, leaving your room.

The next morning you wake up at 7:00 am.

You sit up, as you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in" you say, yawning.

Alastor opens, enters, and closes the door.

"Charlie asked me to help you get settled i-" He stops and looks at you, noticing your hair. "-in." He stays silent for a moment before speaking again.

"My goodness, you look an absolute mess, dear."

You roll your eyes, laying back down.

He walks towards the curtains and opens them, light cutting off your vision for a few seconds. You groan.

"Time to get up, we have a trip to make." He lays an outfit on the end of your bed.

"Meet me downstairs in 15 minutes."

He exits your room again.

"Strange guy" you mumble, getting out of bed.

"And make your bed!" he says loudly from the hall.

"Okay, dad" you yell back, sarcastically. That came out quicker than you wanted it to. You hoped he didn't hear it. With no response, you assumed he didn't.

You get dressed, brush your teeth, do your hair, and all in a hurry since you only had 15 minutes.

You run downstairs, noticing yourself in the mirror. Your wearing a white button-up shirt, with a dark blue skirt that reaches to your calfs, a pair of low black heels and a black hat, with lace. Not to big.

You weren't used to dressing so.. conservative.

Alastor was already waiting at the door.

"17 minutes. your late."

"Oh, whatever. It's only two minutes."

You say, straighting your skirt, hearing a quick static sound of irritation.

He sighs and opens the door for you.

"Thank you." You step outside, the cold wind hitting your skin, as you breathed it in.

You two were walking in silence when Alastor spoke.

"We'll be going to Cannibal town, where we'll be meeting a friend of mine. I need to ask a favour of her, and I wanted you to tag along, so you could get accustomed to Hell."

"What kind of favour?" You asked, looking up at him.

"I'm afraid that's none of your concern, dear."

You hummed in response, looking around, trying to memorize some of the streets.

"Alastor, when were you born?" You ask.

"1893, January 1st. Why do you ask?"

You whistle, a little surprised.

"No reason, just curious.."

You guys arrived at Cannibal town.

Everyone looked so old fashioned.

You realised why Alastor picked this outfit for you. You blend right in.

You two enter a small communal building.

He waves at a woman.

"Oh my stars. Do my eyes deceive me? Alastor, it's been ages!" She walks up to us, kissing him on the cheek.

"And who's this? Come now Alastor, she's much to young for you. I'm just kidding, I know your an ace in the hole." you snicker.

"A what now?" He asked, confused.

"I think she means ase-sexual, Alastor."

"Yes, that!" The woman says, snapping her fingers.

"I'm Rosie, dear. What's your name?" She smiles.

"I'm (y/n), ma'am, nice to meet you."

She gasps softly, laying her hand on her chest.

"A pleasure meeting you, dear. So polite. Alastor you could learn a thing or two from her." She says, laying her hand on your shoulder and taking us to a table.

You wiggle your eyebrows at Alastor, grinning. He rolls his eyes.

"So what can I do for you two?" She asked.

"It's better I discuss this with you privately, Rosie." Alastor says.

She nods, turning to me.

"You can wait here, Dear. We'll be right back" she smiles, as they enter her office.

An hour later, they came back out, laughing.

"Sorry it took so long, we got a little carried away" Rosie apologized.

"It's okay" you said, standing up.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Rosie."

Alastor thanked her.

She waved it away.

"No need to thank me, Al. It's always a pleasure having you around. See you next time!"

We both smiled at her as we left.

"So.." i started. "What did you two talk about..?"

He raised his eyebrow.

"I'm still not telling you."

You shrug. "Worth a shot"

You two got back to the Hotel, and had dinner with the rest of the staff.

At 23:00 (11:00) you stumbled upstairs, exhausted from your long day.

You opened the door to your room, and kicked off your shoes, falling onto your bed, immediately dozing off.

Alastor entered your room, about to say something, when he noticed you were asleep. He sighed softly, walking over to you. He gently picked you up, laying your head on your pillow and tucking you in.

Maybe this wasn't so bad after all...

Thank you for reading!

[urfavbooblover]

Hi:) can I request a dbh connor x reader fluff? It can be anything you are comfortable with, I only carve for a cute, , nervous, blushing Connor :’)

Hi! Thank you for your request :) I apologize for this late publish, i was taking a quite long break but i still hope you’ll be happy to read this and enjoy it, i had much fun to write this cute imagine btw!

Blushing mess || Connor x gender neutral reader

Warnings: slight cursing but just fluff

(remind me if I missed any)

- Detroit become human masterlist link -

Y/N’s pov:

I was awoken from my sleep, by my annoying alarm, as i rolled onto my other side, reaching out my arm and lazily turning it off, letting out a groan of frustration. Another day of work was waiting for me and i was already not having it. So much shit has been going on lately and it seems like everyone is expecting way too much from me.

I’m surprised Hank is pretty understanding when it comes to my situation, usually he’s a big jerk but we built a good and steady friendship, which lead us to being great work buddies if i’m being honest. He can still be a pain in the ass sometimes.

I sat up on my bed, my mind wandering off to think of one special person. Well, he’s not a person, Connor is more likely a machine, one of the androids to be exact. He has been assigned to work with Hank but they don’t get along very well, i’m full of hope it’ll change any time soon though.

I felt a smile forming to my face, just thinking about him. Connor is probably one of the main reasons i still enjoy work, don’t get me wrong i actually learned to like my job, he just makes it a lot better. I couldn’t help but feel interested in him, he’s not just good looking but i started a liking in his personality too.

I reached a different type of motivation for this day and decided to get ready and have some breakfast. I didn’t notice how fast time was moving forward, so that’s when i rushed out of the house and grabbed some coffee on the way to my working place.

Arriving at the police department central station, i got out of my car, reaching the entrance. I walked in and took a sip of my still warm drink. I greeted my coworkers as friendly as i could be and finally took my seat across from Hank.

“Morning Y/N”, he spoke, gazing up at me from his computer. “Good morning Hank.”, i replied in a somewhat really nice tone, noticing he wasn’t in such a bad mood today. Kind of suspicious if you ask me.

“Oh good morning Y/N. It’s nice to see you again.”, i heard a familiar voice saying, seeing Connor back at Hanks side. “Good morning to you too Connor. It looks like you’re being positive, huh?”, i said, my eyes never leaving him. I’m not quite sure but i could bet i just heard Hank letting out a scoff.

“If Lieutenant Anderson hasn’t told you yet, we got some news for one of the deviants, it seems like he has been spottet somewhere and we’re about to investigate the location. I did a good job myself.”, Connor explained and earned an unamused glance from Hank, who wasn’t too happy about Connor’s own praise.

“Well, sounds great! You guys should inspect and move forward then. I probably got lots of work to finish here.”, i said, expressing the last sentence in a bored tone. “Actually, we want you to come with us on the mission today.”, Connor replied, trying to hide the fact, that his lips formed into a small smile.

“Yea. More like you. It was your idea Connor.”, Hank stated, letting out a huff. He was obviously exposing him there. “What? Uh, maybe i just don’t mind some help.”, he defended himself, blocking off any accusations, even though his face was slightly flushed. Androids could in fact blush, they’re designed so much like humans, it’s crazy.

And I myself couldn’t help but grin at the situation in front of me. “It’s alright guys, i’m glad to come with you. I rather be out from this place anyways.”, i stood up, waiting for them both to return the act, so we could go.

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On the ride to the spot, it was mostly quiet. Connor was the only one who began to talk a lot, explaining everything about the deviant he found out and it was honestly interesting, but i could see from the passenger seat that Hank was annoyed by hearing all of this again.

it didn’t take too long though and Hank finally parked the car. I took a look out of the window, seeing an old house, the color was already coming off and it seems like the people living there didn’t care much about it.

After my small inspection, i opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Hank was on his way to the front porch, as i heard another door close behind me. I turned my head, to find Connor right next to me. Was he waiting for me the whole time or why was he still sitting in there?

“The deviant is supposed to hide here. I just know an old couple is living there.”, he spoke up still looking forward, his gaze fixed on the house, before he decided to lock eyes with me. I almost forgot how beautiful they looked.

“Well, makes sense then, that no one took care of it.”, i responded, quickly turning my attention back to Hank, where i was about to walk off to anyway, but i was stopped when i felt a hand gently wrapped around my underarm. “I should mention, Y/N. You look very pretty today.”, Connor nervously smiled at me. I wasn’t even able to respond, cause he was gone in a second.

I don’t think i would’ve ever expected this. He couldn’t even keep the eye contact, was he that nervous? Little did i know, he was practicing how he was going to confront me about it the whole car ride. I like this side of him though.

I was so stuck in my mind, i didn’t even notice anything around me, till- “Y/N! Are you coming now!”, Hank screamed me out of my thoughts. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, realizing they’re both waiting for me. I jogged up to them, my eyes landing on Connor who was grinning from ear to ear.

“You need to-“, “Pay attention, yea yea. I literally just zoned out for a second, it’s not that deep Hank.”, i interrupted his sentence, cause i already knew what he was going to try to lecture me about again. He only sighed at me in response, as i slid past him to enter the house.

“And now? Where is everyone?”, i asked in confusion, us three standing in a completely empty, old fashioned furnished house. “Yea, if you would’ve paid attention earlier, you would’ve known by now.”, Hank responded in his usual sassy voice. “Oh come on Hank, just inform me, instead of going on with ur childish games”

“Nobody responded to our knocks, Y/N. They didn’t open the door, so Hank kicked it in.”, Connor replied instead, a soft expression on his face. I gave Hank a weirded out look, as he shrugged his shoulders. Who cares if he was even allowed to do any of this, i just quickly wanna get this over with.

“Okay, you know what? I will search everything down here. You two, go upstairs.”, Hank commands, already walking away from this scene. I spun around, taking a look at Connor, who watched Hank closely with narrowed eyes.

“Let’s get going, Connor.”, i said, preceding to get up the staircase. He followed shortly behind, as his voice could be heard really close to me. “Hank is pretty hotheaded. He’s somehow always mad at everyone.”, “He got a very short tempter. It’s like he’s always mad at the world.”, i replied.

Connor nodded his head, before i decided to enter one of the rooms. My hand had a tight grip on my gun, that my belt was holding, but it wasn’t needed, the room was just as empty as the rest of the house.

Connor scanned the entire room as he suddenly crouched down, reaching out his arm. I watched as his fingers touched the blue liquid on the floor as he took a taste of it. I’m used to him doing this but i still scrunch up my face every time. “The androids blood is still fresh, he must’ve been here just a few minutes ago.”, he said.

My eyes were wide, interested in what he had to say. “And maybe he saw the cop car and us approaching the house. He probably fled cause he was too afraid to face the situation.”, Connor added to it as i crossed my arms in front of my chest.

“Well, wouldn’t you do the same.”, i said with a slight smirk on my face, to which he was taken back. A nervous expression was painted all over his face once again, making my smile just grow wider. “I guess you’re right, Y/N.”, he replied, in a soft voice.

He had such a warm and welcoming look on his face as his eyes were fixed on me. You could say i was melting right on spot, trying not to show it too much. I could see his led on his face turning yellow for a moment, meaning he was just scanning me.

He quickly looked away though, now staring at the ground, which gave me the opportunity to silently watch him. He hasn’t said anything about what he has found out. Was I showing signs of anxiety? Most definitely.

“What’s wrong Connor? Are you nervous?”, i boldly asked, making him raise his head. “Nervous? Oh i was just-“, “You don’t have to lie to me, Connor.”, i chuckled, taking a step closer to him.

His cheeks were flushed and i could swear my heart was racing at this point. I’ve never had a guy being this cute, i also never had something going on with an android, nor have i ever felt anything for one. But with Connor it’s different.

And i wasn’t the only one who was all up in my mind, Connor seemed like his thoughts were overflowing. I may regret this forever now or my future me will be thankful i did this, when i decided to reach for his hand. My fingertips touched his skin as i grabbed his soft hand, my thumb slowly moving over the back of it.

His face was only turning into a deeper red tone and i wasn’t even able to read it. His eyes turned even softer if that’s possible and they were staring right into mine. My knees felt weak, but at least they could still hold my weight, right?

Connor on the other hand looked like he didn’t know what to do at all. I was in charge of the situation, which i myself couldn’t believe with a man like him. But it’s not like i didn’t enjoy any of this. Instead i moved closer to his body, till i could feel his breath, till our lips were only a few inches apart.

Soon to be, there was no space between us left anymore. Our lips finally touched and i was taken by surprise of how good his lips felt on mine. Connor’s lips moved smoothly against my own, my hand moving to the back of his head. I gently took a hold of his wrist, guiding his hand to my waist, placing it right there.

I didn’t know that androids could have such soft lips, due to my lack of experience with them. Connor probably hasn’t had any of them yet, but he’s even cuter this way. I never would’ve thought, that i would make the first move.

The kiss lasted for a good while, but someone just had to ruin it. “Hey guys, have you found-“, Hank rushed into the room, cutting off his own sentence when he saw the scene in front of him. We broke apart real fast as i spun my head around, facing the disappointed Hank.

“Hank we can explain-“, Connor tried to talk, but was now the one to be cut off. “Really?”, Hank said all bored, shaking his head. I could hear out the sarcasm though, he wasn’t mad at us for doing this. “And i thought this would never happen.”, he continued. Right, he was just mad it didn’t happen any sooner.

[lucy90712]

Pedri angst leading up to asking gf to marry him

Work has been stressful recently but so have things at home. Life with Pedri has been so good he treats me like a queen and we are really happy together or at least I thought we were. For the past month or so he's been acting really weird sometimes he hides his phone from me and other times I've caught him quickly hiding things from me in his bedside table and then he acts like nothing is wrong. To start with I didn't think much of it but because it's persisted I've started to worry about it. Everyone I've told about the situation doesn't seem worried about it which is making me feel crazy they keep saying that there must be a reason as Pedri would never hurt me intentionally. Even my dad didn't immediately jump to all the bad things Pedri could be hiding he told me that everything would be fine which is so unlike him he always jumps to the worst case scenario then works backwards to the more realistic option. 

I've been trying so hard to just forget about it but it's not that easy when your boyfriend is clearly hiding something from you it's hard not to believe the worst even if I didn't think he'd cheat on me that's the first thing that enters my brain. However we are going on holiday together today which I have been a bit hesitant about with everything that's been going on but Pedri seems to be looking forward to it so maybe things will be better once we are away. He booked this holiday months and months ago as he wanted us to go to somewhere we can relax with not many people around which at the time sounded nice but now it worries me a little. 

Even though Pedri has been acting weirdly I'm hoping this holiday is what he needs as maybe he's just been stressed and some time away from everything will change the way he's been acting. Our flight was quite early so there would be less people in the airport so when my alarm went off I rolled out of bed still very sleepy while Pedri still looked stressed as he put things in his carry on bag and I almost wanted to go back to bed and not go to the airport as I can't deal with stressed Pedri alone for a week. He calmed down a bit once we had both finished packing and was actually quite affectionate he held my hand in the taxi and the entire way through the airport and he kept giving me kisses as we waited to board. It was so nice to have my boyfriend back I didn't realise how much I missed all of this affection from him until he was cuddling me and I nearly forgot about everything that's been going on for the past month. 

~~~~~~~~~~

The affection Pedri showed me in the airport didn't last too long once we arrived we unpacked and then just sat outside by the pool in the house we are staying at. I sat with a book which I got so engrossed with that I didn't realise Pedri had left but he left me a message saying he would be back in a few hours. I expected him to go and get some food for us but he came back empty handed. He's has done the same thing a few more times in the few days we have been here and each time he won't tell me what he's doing. Things are just like they were back home if not worse as he has barely spoke to me since we got here and it's just making me upset at this point. 

Everything has gotten so bad that I've decided I have to talk to Pedri and I want answers. I really didn't want to ruin the holiday by talking about this but I don't want to put up with it anymore I know Pedri will push back but I'm not going to let it go until he tells me the truth even if it's not what I want to hear. Even if I have to hear that he doesn't love me anymore and he's found someone else I just want to know as this weird phase we are in is hurting me just as much as knowing the truth might. 

Waking up this morning Pedri wasn't in bed next to me but a minute later he came back in the bedroom with breakfast for both of us which was a real surprise but a welcomed one. He handed me a tray with pancakes, strawberries and fresh orange juice on and kissed my cheek as he did so. He still wasn't quite himself as he wasn't as talkative as I'm used to him being but he acknowledged my existence at least which is really something. 

"What do you want to do today?" He asked 

"I don't know but I'd like to spend some time with you I've missed spending time together" I said

"We can do that and tonight I want to take you out to dinner" he said 

"I like the sound of that" I said leaning over to kiss him 

We both got ready and took a walk to the nearest little town to get some things for a picnic on the beach. Pedri held my hand the entire walk and he carried everything including all the food and beach supplies then he took over the set up while I just took in the view of the beach and a shirtless Pedri which was even better than the beach. Once everything was set up Pedri started feeding me strawberries which I very much enjoyed as I love strawberries and I had no idea he got them. It seems like his romantic side has come back all of a sudden but I'm not going to complain as I love this side of him and I missed him acting this way for the last month. As much as I love having my loving boyfriend back I still want to know what's been going on with him as he can't just hide things from me and expect me not to ask questions. I still want to enjoy today though so I don't want to say anything until after dinner as not to ruin the day. 

After spending most of the day on the beach swimming together and cuddling on the shore we walked back to the house so we could get ready for dinner. I let Pedri shower first as he doesn't take as long and I wanted to wash my hair. I decided to do an everything shower because I want to look good when we go out seeing as it's been a while since we e been on a date. By the time I got out the shower Pedri was already waiting for me in the living room but I still took my time choosing a dress and doing my hair and makeup. I never wear a ton of makeup or do anything too crazy with my hair so I stuck with that tonight but I still think I looked good with my hair in beach waves a light bit of makeup and red dress. Once I was ready I headed out to find Pedri who was sat on his phone waiting for me but as soon as he heard the sound of my heels on the floor he looked up and smiled. 

"Wow you look amazing so beautiful" he said 

"Thank you you look good too I love this look on you" I said admiring his white shirt that wasn't buttoned all the way and his black trousers 

"I almost don't want the rest of the world to see you look so beautiful but we have a reservation so we have to go" he said 

He gently kissed my cheek and we headed to the car we have been renting and rive to the nearest town which we could've walked to but I didn't ask questions. The restaurant was really nice it had slightly dimmed lighting but each table had candles and flowers on it which made it feel a bit more romantic and intimate. Our table was at the back of the restaurant with a view of the beach which was really nice. The food was amazing and the staff were lovely but they left us to it which I always appreciate as there are times we have had dates ruined by staff not leaving us alone. We actually had a really lovely time Pedri still seemed a little off but it seemed more like nerves than anything else so I didn't think too much off it. Pedri paid and said we had something else planned so we needed to go before the sun set fully which I thought was a bit strange but I trust him so I just let him drive to wherever we are going. 

It wasn't long before we arrived at the top of a small mountain which was really secluded but had a view of the sunset over the beach. The view was breathtaking the sky was filled with pinks and purples as the sun was going over the horizon and the waves on the beach were calm but they still crashed against the shore making a sound that he always found quite calming. I was so entranced by the view that I'd completely forgotten that Pedri was supposed to be with me until I turned around and saw him down on one knee holding a box with a ring in his hand. That's when it all started to make sense he's been planning this for a while which is why he's been so secretive and nervous as he's really not good at keeping secrets. All of it hit me like a ton of bricks and tears started falling down my face as I realised that this was really happening. 

"Y/n I have never met anyone as amazing and as beautiful as you and I've never loved anyone the way I love you so I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else so will you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me" he said 

"Yes a million times yes" I said 

He slid the ring on my finger before standing up and kissing me. The ring was absolutely beautiful it didn't have a huge diamond on it or anything really flashy but that's exactly what I wanted in an engagement ring and I'm so happy Pedri thought about what I'd want not getting the fanciest ring known to man just because that's what people would expect him to do. 

"Do you like the ring?" He asked 

"I love it it is exactly what I have dreamed about and it fits perfectly" I said 

"I'm so glad you like it the boys weren't sure as it doesn't have a big diamond on it but I thought you'd prefer something more understated" he explained 

"You were right I love it but I love you a lot more I'd take any ring you gave me because it's from you" I said 

"I know I've been acting weirdly for the last couple weeks and I'm sorry about that I've just been so nervous about asking you to marry me and stressed about making it perfect because that's what you deserve but I promise things will go back to normal now" he said 

"Its ok I was worried maybe you didn't love me anymore but clearly that's not the case it all makes more sense now especially my dad not being suspicious about the way you were acting” I laughed 

“I asked for his blessing before I did anything so he’s been keeping this a secret for a while” he said 

“Well he sure did a good job and so did you on setting this all up I’ll never forget this day” I said 

He gave me another kiss and grabbed his phone which I didn’t see and showed me the video he had taken of the whole thing. Watching it back only made me happier as I got to see the smiles on our faces and the view behind us was beautiful and will make for some great pictures if we can get some from the video. We stayed up the top of the mountain for a while just soaking in the moment and enjoying our first moments as an engaged couple. It’s moments like these with Pedri that make me realise just how good life is and how I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. 

[magics-neptunes-things]

Mockingjay - Part 5

Hello everyone!

This is the new chapter of the Mockingjay series, I hope you like it too. Enjoy it, it’s the last one before the games begin.

Feel free to tell me what you think!

Enjoy ♥

This morning, Ona felt lighter than ever when she woke up. She didn’t need time to remember why, her kisses with Lucy came into her mind very quickly.

She still has a soft smile on her face when she joins her team for breakfast. As usual the table is a mess of toast, jam, waffles, churros, bacon, eggs, fruits, juice, cheese and meat.

Ona sits next to Alexia and chooses the same breakfast as her, churros with chocolate and some mango. The blonde looks at her with a puzzled gaze but doesn’t ask anything. If Ona wasn’t completely in her little bubble, she probably would have appreciated it.

“Ready for training?” Leila asks.

“Uh… Yeah” Ona nods before starting to eat.

She misses the silent exchange between Leila and Alexia, lost in her thoughts once again. It’s starting to alert Alexia, who waits for everyone to have left the room before taking Ona aside.

“Are you alright?” Alexia asks, looking at Ona with attention.

“Yeah, why?”

The blonde looks at Ona for several seconds more, before opening her mouth again. Her hesitation seems strange for Ona, Alexia never had been scared about telling what she’s thinking. No matter if it’s something good or something bad.

“Did… Someone gave you something?”

“What do you mean?” Ona frowns.

“Like drugs, Ona.”

Alexia rolls her eyes at the younger’s obviousness. And she rolls her eyes once again when she sees Ona’s shocked face.

“Drugs? Are people doing drugs here?”

“Of course they are” Alexia laughs. “Why do you think the stylist from the 12 dresses them so bad? And the mentor of the 7 hasn't a chronic headache, he’s under influence every single second of the day.”

“Oh.”

Ona doesn’t know what to answer at that. And the fact that her mind is so cheesy right now that the only answer coming is “Lucy is my drug” doesn’t help. She scratches her neck before talking again.

“I’m not on drugs” she finally mumbles.

“I would have guessed” Alexia answers. “So, what is it? You look like you are walking on a cloud in another universe. It looks pretty cool but… Wait.”

Alexia seems to realize something, and Ona almost has the impression that a light bulb will pop above her head.

“Did something happen between you and Lucy?”

Ona doesn’t say anything, but her sudden red cheeks could talk for her. It seems to be enough for an answer to Alexia though, a big smug smile coming across her face. Once again, it looks like the mentor let place to the teasing big sister.

“Let me reformulate: What happened?”

Ona bites her bottom lip, looking at the door to be sure that it’s really closed. She doesn’t mind if someone like Leila might hear her, but there is no way that Tony can hear something about it. It doesn’t concern him; he already digs too much in her life.

“I… Uh… We kind of… kiss?”

“Kind of?” Alexia raises an eyebrow.

“No, I mean… We kissed last night. And we admit how we are attracted to each other” Ona blushes harder under Alexia’s gaze. “I never thought it could be the same for her, I really thought she was just nice.”

Alexia doesn’t have time to add something else, because someone’s knocking at the door and when it’s open, Ona can see that there is Leila but Tony too.

“They need to go, Ale, or they are going to be late.”

“We’re coming” Alexia nods.

The door closes again, and Alexia turns in Ona’s direction again.

“I’m happy for you if it’s what you want. But be careful, okay?”

“I will” Ona smiles softly.

Alexia squeezes her cheek with a smile, before leaving the room, Ona following her. When Alexia goes in front to talk to Leila, Tony comes next to Ona.

“What did she want?”

“Just talking” Ona answers casually, keeping her poker face.

She’s sick of his behavior and the way he always wants to know everything she’s doing. She will need to sneak out after dinner again, he will probably stick to her all night long.

He then starts to talk to Ona again about something else, but Ona gets off very quickly from the conversation. It doesn’t help that Lucy is already here when they enter the room, her eyes falling on Ona at the first second she’s inside the room.

They smile discreetly at each other, before Ona and Tony go to sit at their place, between the Tributes from the 7 and the ones from the 9. Ona always sits between Tony and the girl from the 9, Anna. They are close from age and the small talk they are having every day helped to create a little bond.

Today’s training was harder than the ones they had before, for Ona at least. It was very physical, they worked on their strength, probably Ona’s worst default. She took a nap between the training and the dinner, after having a big, long, hot shower. And to excuse herself and escape from Tony, she pretended that she needed a hot bath.

She’s first today again in the room, sitting behind a cardboard to be hidden from the door, just in case. They have the right to be here, but it would be strange for someone to walk in here and just find her here.

Ona loses track of time, thinking about her family and friends, the Games and the fact that they only have two days left before the Games start. Two nights with Lucy, it’s all she has. The idea of losing her is almost harder than the thought of the Games itself.

Ona jumps when she hears the door open and footsteps coming inside the room.

“Ona?” asks Lucy’s voice.

The younger one stands up to great Lucy, who is smiling, looking relieved to find her here already. Without really thinking about what she’s doing, Ona goes for a hug, hiding her face in Lucy’s neck.

But Lucy doesn’t seem to mind, passing her arms around Ona’s waist to hold her close. Ona feels herself relax in Lucy’s arms, breathing Lucy’s scent, the fear of losing Lucy and what she has with her evaporates a little.

“I missed you today” Lucy whispers. “It was so hard to see you struggling like this and not being able to come to help you.”

“I’m better now” Ona smiles in Lucy’s neck before kissing it and looking at Lucy’s face. “I took a hot shower, it helped to relax my muscles.”

Lucy hums, her eyes looking at Ona’s face with a softness that makes Ona melt. Ona feels shivers when Lucy strokes her face gently with her fingers and she can’t help but close her eyes.

Like this she doesn’t see Lucy leaning it to kiss her, but she smiles under her lips.

“And I missed that too” Lucy smirks.

Ona giggles and lets Lucy take her by her hand to go sit where Ona was previously. Like this they are hidden from the door and able to hide just in case. And if someone locks the door, Alexia knows where she is.

“How was your day after training?” Ona asks.

They are sitting next to each other, Lucy’s arm around Ona’s waist and Ona’s head on Lucy’s shoulder.

“It was okay. I played chess against Declan, then I took a shower, and we ate. What about you?”

“Almost the same as you. Shower, then I took a nap and we had dinner”

“Don’t you have bruises on your back from the training? That fall looked nasty.”

“I haven’t looked at it” Ona shrugs.

“Hasn’t Tony proposed to look at it?” Lucy jokes.

Ona rolls her eyes at that. Lucy teases her sometimes about Tony and his behavior, Ona complained about it several times to Lucy. Ona feels like Lucy doesn’t like the boy very much. It’s true that, unlike Declan who only became friendly when Lucy told her she wasn’t interested, Tony is still sneaking around.

“Let me see?”

Ona hesitates only two seconds before turning her back to Lucy, who softly lifts her shirt. Ona feels shivers running in her body when Lucy passes her finger on her back.

“Sorry. Does it hurt?” Lucy asks when Ona shivers.

“No, it’s okay” Ona mumbles, shaking her head. “I’ll ask Ale to give me some cream or something.”

Lucy hums once again and kisses Ona's back softly, making her shiver once more time. It seems to amuse Lucy who chuckles before you lower Ona’s shirt again. She then takes Ona against her again and like always, small talk about their days and everything comes easily.

Between hugs, kisses and talks, Ona feels more than safe. She even gets half-laying on Lucy at some point, Lucy playing with her hair.

“You seem close to Anna” Lucy states at some point.

“I wouldn’t call that close” Ona shrugs. “We talk when we have to wait for something because we are next to each other. Between her and Tony, I prefer to talk to Anna.”

Lucy just hums once again, but this time Ona raises her head to have a look at Lucy’s face. The dark-haired girl seems lost in her thoughts but still looks at Ona when the girl kisses her jaw softly.

“Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering”

Ona snuggles closer to Lucy, who seems more than happy to let her do it. Ona hesitates about what to say, because she’s not sure to be reading Lucy’s thoughts correctly. It seems like she’s jealous, but how in the world could Lucy feel insecure about someone else? Especially for her, Ona thinks.

“You… You’re not jealous, are you?” Ona finally asks shyly.

Lucy doesn’t answer anything at first, only looking at Ona, who finds herself blushing. It seems like she was wrong finally, next time she will shout her mouth.

“I’m sorry, it was a stupid assumption. I was j- “

“Ona.”

Ona was starting to ramble, but Lucy cut her quickly. Maybe with time she understands Ona easier.

“Of course I’m jealous. That girl seems nice, she’s kind of pretty. You seem to find her interesting enough to talk to her every day. Of course, I’m jealous” Lucy repeats, much to Ona amazement.

The younger one stays silent for some seconds, blinking while looking at Lucy. The latter chuckles when she sees Ona looking at her like this.

“You’re so cute” Lucy cooes, kissing her cheek.

Ona decides to hide her blush in Lucy’s neck, squeezing herself a little harder against Lucy. She likes the feeling of her body against her like this. Lucy doesn’t seem to mind and doesn’t add anything, letting Ona compose with the fact that Lucy is really jealous for her.

“Who did you call yesterday?” Lucy asks a little after.

“My best friend, AItana” Ona answers, sitting a little less against Lucy. “We grew up together and she’s more like a sister than only a friend to me. My brother and her have been in love for years now. I tried already to make them go on a date or something, but they never admitted their mutual attraction. I didn’t really let her the choice yesterday. I really hope it will work between them. They will be good together”

Lucy nods softly, playing absently with Ona hairs. 

“Talk to me about them. Your family” she asks.

“Well… My parents grew up in the same neighborhood, but my father is a little bit older than my mother. They both are working in one of the companies that make the clothing for the Peacekeepers, but not in the same department. They both manage their proper department. My father isn’t the kind of man to talk a lot about his feelings but in general too. He still can show how much he cares for you with acts. And my mother is very loving and caring. She loves to take care of her loved ones. I think she was the first to understand that I like girls”

Ona frowns softly, remembering the moment where she told all her family about it. She wasn’t really sure about it at first, but when she told them, she already was in love with Jana. She was the reason for Ona to confide to her family.

“And my brother is like my best friend. He was always very protective about me, but he let me make my experiences. He always gave me good advices.”

“They seem to be nice people” Lucy comments.

“They are. They deserve the best.”

Ona lost herself in her thoughts for a moment, before looking at Lucy again. There is a soft frown on Lucy’s face, which Ona erases tenderly with her fingers. 

“What about your family?” she asks. “Who did you call yesterday?”

“Oh. I called my brother. I thought he would give me good advices about the Games.”

She shrugs softly, like it wasn’t something very interesting. But Ona couldn’t agree with that, she wants to know the most from Lucy. 

“You only have a brother?” Ona asks again. 

“No, I have a little sister too. Her name’s Sophie, she’s seven years younger than me. She wasn’t really planned to be honest. My father is one of the best fishermen of the District, the Bronze Family is pretty well-known there. My mother doesn’t work, she was raising us and now she takes care of my brother’s children.”

Ona smiles softly. She always loved children, she was hoping to have some, one day. Even if it would be complicated because of her condition. You don’t have medically assisted procreation in Panem.

“That’s cute” Ona smiles. “How many does he have?”

“Two. A boy and a girl.”

“That’s cute” Ona repeat.  

Lucy just hums, taking Ona’s attention on her. She looks at Lucy before asking her question, the older one looking at the wall in front of them without really looking at it.

“You don’t like children?”

“I do” Lucy sighs softly. “It’s just that I don’t think I would have some with the risk for them to be selected for the Games, you know?”

“I see” Ona says softly.

“Do you want children yourself?”

“Well, it would be hard for me to do that” Ona chuckles. “There is no way I can find a man attractive enough for that.”

It seems to light Lucy’s mind, because the girl is suddenly laughing too, squeezing Ona harder in her arms. The end of the night is shared between talks, laughs and kisses. Sometimes the fact that there are only two (now one) nights with Lucy comes to Ona’s mind sometimes, but she tries her best not to think about it.

“Ona Batlle!”

Ona jumps suddenly and almost let the dumbbell she was working with fall on Tony’s feet. She turns around to face two cameras and the TV host, who is smiling at her with suspicious happiness.

“You know I’m a man who keeps his promises?”

“I never doubted it” Ona smiles, trying to be as good as possible after a gym session.

“When we talked, I promised you to find something belonging to Jana for you to take in the arena” he says, waiting for Ona to nod before continuing. “Well, I succeeded!”

Ona’s eyes went for his hands, forgetting that there are probably all the other tributes watching at them. He opens a lilac box, very slowly, probably to manage the suspense for the audience. Ona wonders briefly if they are live, before having her mind taken away by what she’s seeing.

“Do you recognize it?”

“Yeah” Ona mumbles.

Of course, she recognizes it. It’s a small silver chain with a pendant that Jana was wearing every single day of her life. The presenter is still looking at her with his big bright smile when Ona looks at him again.

“Come on. Take it.”

With trembling fingers, Ona takes the chain with a lot of precautions. She approaches it to her eyes to see the pendant better, before caressing it gently with her thumb. It was Jana’s. It has the same scratch on the right wing of the dove.

“Thank you.”

Her voice breaks at the end of her sentence but it seems to soften the TV host who takes her in her arms for a hug. Ona gives it back, she doesn’t know if it’s really him who found that chain, but she’s very touched.

“She had to take it back for the Games, but you can wear it, if you want.”

Ona hesitates several seconds, looking at the pendant once again. She thinks about it, before answering. She doesn’t want to lose it or to break it.

“Do you think it could be possible to send it to Jana’s family after the Games?” Ona asks shyly.

“I think I can do that” the presenter approves. “But maybe you will be able to give it to them yourself!”

He doesn’t let Ona the time to answer before turning himself to look at the cameras again and finishing the live.

That night, when she meets Lucy again, she’s not the first to come into the room. Lucy’s already here, sitting on a box with her legs swinging mindlessly. She looks at Ona when the younger one enters the room before coming for her for a hug.

Lucy casually passes her arms around Ona’s waist, kissing her cheek softly.

“How are you?” Ona asks, passing both of her hands in Lucy’s hair.

“I’m okay” Lucy mumbles. “What about you?”

“I’m… nervous, I think.”

Lucy nods, her hands still around Ona’s waist. Her green eyes are looking carefully at Ona’s face, something she does from time to time, but right now Ona has the impression that there is something else.

“It’s our last day here” Ona whispers.

“Yeah” Lucy breathes, before taking a deep breath. “About that… I think we need to talk.”

“Okay?”

Lucy bites her bottom lips, a habit she took from Ona. Ona feels her nervousness becoming stronger every second during Lucy’s silence.

“My mentor told us after dinner that he made an alliance with the other career districts. I don’t have the choice to accept, if I don’t, I will be the first one they will try to kill.”

“Oh.”

It’s a hard way to remember the real issues of the Games. Ona leaves Lucy’s arms, going to lean against the wall, in front of Lucy. She wasn’t expecting Lucy to fight next to her, Lucy needs to save her life and there is no way that she has a single chance with her.

“With whom do you have an alliance?” Lucy asks.

“No one”

“You have one with Tony, no?”

Ona laughs softly with bitterness. Tony would probably help her to survive, but she doesn’t want to owe him anything.  

“I don’t think I will stick with him” Ona shrugs.

“So what? You will do your things alone?”

“Yeah.”

Lucy seems strangely angry about this information, which Ona doesn’t really understand. They have never had a single conflict since they started talking and Ona doesn’t like that feeling at all.

“That’s stupid” Lucy says.

“I don’t have the choice. But don’t worry, I have a plan” Ona shrugs.

The plan being to find somewhere high to hide and go looking for something to eat or drink at night. She won’t try to take anything at the beginning of the games, she knows she doesn’t stand any chance.

Lucy bites her bottom lip again, harder than before. Ona feels like Lucy is trying hard not to say something she might regret later.

“If you say so” Lucy finally says.

Ona nods slowly without breaking eye contact with Lucy. Green deep in brown, they keep looking at each other for some time before Lucy sighs.

“It sucks that we met in those circumstances. I’m pretty sure that outside the Games…”

“It would have been perfect” Ona finishes her sentence.

“Maybe in another life?”

“In another life” Ona whispers back.

“Come here.”

Lucy reaches her hand out to Ona, who doesn’t hesitate to take her. Then the older one draws Ona against her again, passing her arms around her waist and kissing her temple.

“Can I?”

Lucy talks again and it draws Ona’s attention, who looks at Lucy with curiosity. The dark-haired woman raised her hand next to Ona’s face.

“Yeah?”

Lucy softly passes her fingers around Ona’s neck, like she’s looking for someone here. Ona doesn’t need any explanation to understand that Lucy is looking for the chain.

“You’re not wearing it”

It’s more a statement than a question, but Ona still nods at it.

“I will wear it for the Games though” Ona shrugs. “I want to be sure that it will come back to Jana’s family after all of this.”

“I understand” Lucy assures her softly.

A new moment of silence passes, during which Lucy takes Ona again against her. Each of their arms passed around the waist of the other, Lucy gently cradles Ona who was still standing.

“Can I ask you something?” Lucy talks again.

“Everything you want”

Lucy smiles softly at the other girl’s answer, searching in her head the best words to use to ask the question that is in her mind.

“If Jana was still here… Do you think that what happened between us will be here too?”

Ona bites her lips thoughtfully. She never asks herself that kind of question and she’s a little bit taken aback by it.

“I don’t know. The thing I know is that Jana is my first love. But you and me… It’s different. I can’t compare the feelings I have for both of you.”

She’s lying a little bit. Because she knows that the feelings she has for Lucy are surely different from the ones she had for Jana. Those feelings are stronger, more passionate and devastating.

“What we have you and me is stronger than everything I felt before. It scares me because we are not in the right place for that. And I know that at least one of us will lose the others. I’m not sure I want to live in a world where you are not here.”

She was trying not to be too sincere at first, but she got carried away. After all, Lucy has the right to know the way she feels. Lucy doesn’t seem to find that alarming anyway, because she’s grabbing Ona’s face to kiss her hard.

“No matter what happens during the Games, know that what we shared here means the world to me. I was sincere and real with you.”

Ona nods again, passing her arms around Lucy’s neck to share a new kiss. She knows their time is counted now; curfew is here soon. After that, everything will change forever.

Chapter After

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thinking abt wearing jason's initial on a necklace but in a taylor swift kind of way

-🕷️

THIS THIS THIS CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT

I WANT TO WEAR HIS INITIAL ON A CHAIN ROUND MY NECK CHAIN ROUND MY NECK NOT BC HE OWNS ME BUT CAUSE HE REALLY KNOWS ME WHICH IS MORE THAN THEY CAN SAY-

ANYWAy

Here's the thing about the fucking press, since the moment they found out Jason was alive, they've never let him breathe. Your relationship went public against your will only two months after he was declared legally alive. Since then the opinion on your relationship had fluctuated. Sometimes there were fan accounts and other times you were sent death threats. Jason did what he could, but he couldn't stop everything.

The worst that happened was when you went with some friends. It was just dinner on a balcony at a nice restaurant. Jason had gone to some concert with one of his siblings. To be honest, you were too drunk to remember which. You were out with three friends two of you were drunk. The birthday boy doesn’t like to drink, but he gave the ok for everyone else. One other friend stayed sober and offered to be the designated driver.

You're solidly drunk. Drunk enough to actually be excited to take pictures. Drunk enough to be laughing the whole time. Drunk enough to try to call your cat on the phone.

Either way, you're singing happy birthday while your friends are taking pictures so you lean over to kiss the birthday boy's cheek and tell him "HappsyBirthay!" He laughs and thanks you. It's a good time. Your other drunk friend kisses him on the other cheek and takes a picture of it on his phone. It's cute. It's fun. But it is 11:30 pm and time to go home.

You're about to get in the designated driver's car when he asks for your address. You don’t invite people over much, what with Jason having to go on patrol and bloody bats dropping in. You're also drunk enough to not know your address. "That's a relly diffisult queshion. Do you know the answer?" You look over to the birthday boy; he's been to your apartment a few times to have lunch and feed the cat.

He looks over at the designated driver. "I don’t know the address, but I know to get there... Don't worry about it. I'll take her home."

"We goin home?"

He laughs. "Yeah."

"Holy shit! Is Jason gunna be there?" He puts his arm around your waist to guide you into his car so you don’t fall.

"I don’t know. You said he was going out tonight, but I don’t know if he's back yet." He laughs again and waves goodbye to your other friends before he buckles himself into the driver's seat.

The car ride home is mostly quiet. You're half asleep, and it's not long until your friend is pulling into the parking garage. He taps your shoulder and asks for your key. You don’t know where it is. He asks for your phone. You hand it over, and he asks Siri to call Jason.

Jason picks up after half a ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, man. It's me. We're in the parking garage and your wonderful girlfriend is too drunk to find her keys. Any chance you're home."

You hear Jason's voice ask something about articles, news, and pictures before you fall asleep again.

A few minutes pass and someone's calling your name and unbuckling your seatbelt. You look over and see Jason leaning over you.

"J'son!"

"Hey, sweetheart."

"I missd you." He grabs your bag off the floor.

"I missed you too. Hey can you give me your phone?"

You nod your head and hand him the phone.

"I'm gonna pick you up. Ready?"

"Yeah!" He lifts you up while you shout "Weeeee!"

He closes the car with his shoe and turns toward your friend. "Thanks, man. Happy Birthday. Sorry about everything."

"'s no problem. Take care of her. Bye."

You don’t remember much of the elevator ride up or getting in pajamas or getting in bed. But you remember waking up. That wasn't fun.

Jason makes you breakfast, and that in itself isn't out of the ordinary at all, but he's acting weird. Every time you ask for your phone he says "I'll give it to you in a minute."

You can't take it anymore. "Jay, just tell me what happened. You're killing me. Did I post anything dumb while drunk again?"

"No." He sighs and grabs your phone out his pocket before opening up an article. You take your phone from him and read the headline. You feel sick.

"Jason Todd and Girlfriend Broke Up! Finally She's Gone"

You take a bite of eggs off Jason's plate and keep reading.

"Here's the evidence:

"nobody's heard from the couple for months, not even so much as an instagram post from the once vocal couple

"Todd was seen last night at a concert singing his heart out to breakup songs, images below

"and most damning of all: the now would-be ex-girlfriend was spotted last night getting cozy and leaving with new man, exclusive photos below!"

You scroll and see zoomed in photos of you kissing your friend's cheek and getting into his car. You bang your forehead into the counter repeatedly. Jason puts his hand over the spot you're hitting your head against. You look to him and he looks apologetic.

"I'd prefer if you didn’t read the rest. I don’t think Vicki Vale likes you very much. I'm having Bruce sue the company right now."

You try to hit your head into the table again and he grabs your cheek to stop you. He leaves his hand there. This time, you look apologetic.

"I'm sorry. It just makes me upset when people think I don’t love you or that you don’t love me." You meet his eyes and he's smiling.

"I had an idea."

He pulls two small boxes from his pockets and you stop yourself from making a comment about the size of men's pockets. Before you have the time to freak out, questioning what's in the boxes, he opens them. They're necklaces with the initials of your first names. He takes the one with your initial and puts it around his neck. The chain on his is longer than the other one.

"Obviously you don’t have to, I just had a feeling you might want to. I'm not trying to put a brand on you-"

You cut him off with a kiss.

"I'm never taking it off."

[rogueddie]

Part one, Part two, Part three

El wakes him up, the same way she did the previous day; softly.

"Good morning, Steve," she says, with a quiet voice and gentle hand on his shoulder. She smiles small, but genuinely, when he blinks his eyes open. "We are having eggos for breakfast."

"Again?"

"You do not like them?" She sounds concerned. "I can ask-"

"No, I like them," he quickly corrects.

"Great! Come on!"

As soon as he's out of bed, on his feet, she gently grabs his hand and leads him out to the kitchen. Hopper is already awake, cooking, and greets them with a wide smile.

"Any plans for today?" El asks.

"Not today," Hopper says, plating their breakfast. "After yesterday, I thought it better if Steve stay home. If that's alright with you, kid?"

"Sure," Steve nods.

"I can hang out with him?" El asks, perking up.

"If that's what he wants."

"Steve?" El asks, turning to him with wide, pleading eyes.

"What we be doing?"

"Oh! I have a lot of ideas! Max let me borrow some of her stuff, too. Although, she thinks you might not like some of it and that I should try something else if you do not want to try, so I have backups."

"And... that's ok?" He asks, glancing between her and Hopper. "If I say no?"

"Kid," Hopper starts. His voice is low, serious- the way Steve always hears adults get when he's said something wrong. But he looks worried when he slowly sits down, turning so he can face Steve. "Why do you think that wouldn't be ok?"

"I dunno," Steve lies, shrugging. "Grown ups are weird."

"They are," El agrees, nodding solemnly.

"Steve, you can say no," Hopper says, gently grabbing his shoulder. "Doesn't matter to what, or why. You can always say no. Ok?"

"Ok."

"Good. Eat up, before El steals it."

"I would ask first!"

It's nice, Steve thinks. How easy, comfortable, they are. She's not scared to talk back, and he understands that it's playful. They try to encourage Steve to speak up, join in, but he's happy to watch them.

"You know where everything is?" Hopper asks El, as he prepares to leave. "And what to do if-"

"Yes, I know," she quickly says. "We will be ok. I will make sure he is ok."

"Don't doubt it," Hopper ruffles her hair. "I'll be back for dinner."

"You better be."

El holds up a hand, waiting, listening. And, as soon as the sound of Hoppers car is too far to hear, she grabs his hand again.

"He will be late," she says, shutting the door to her room behind them with a flick of her wrist. "It's fine though, I know where he hides things, and it gives us more time to have fun."

She pulls a bag out from under her bed, tipping it upside down and dumping the contents out onto the bed.

"We can talk about what you don't want to try first, if you like?"

"Um... ok?"

"Great!" She lifts up a small bottle first. "I was thinking we try painting nails first. Max recently showed me how to do patterns with it. I'm really good at daisies."

"I like daisies," he offers.

"Me too!" She grins, putting the nail polish to one side.

El, Steve is quickly discovering, is perfect. She is more than happy to skip the things Steve is uncertain about, reassuring him that they could try again later if he wants. She's only interested in finding the thing that they both enjoy.

He only ends up with one daisy, painted on his thumb, but El doesn't care.

"You let me paint a base," she reminds him, when he asks. "And it matches your sweater that I got from Robin!"

"What sweater?"

The sweater is yellow, matching his nails, just like El said. It's massive on him- almost ridiculously bigger. Even with the sleeves scrunched up, he can't get his hands free. But it's soft, bright, comfortable. Something about it makes him feel safe.

"You got this from Robin?" He asks.

"Yes! She brought a few things over that she thinks you might like. She wants you to feel safe and loved."

"Oh."

"Are you ok?" El takes half a step closer, hands raising, uncertain and panicked. "Are you sad?"

"No, I'm fine," he chokes out, rubbing his face. "Everyone is just so nice to me. I didn't even do any special things that get rewards."

"You don't need to do special things. We are your friends and we care about you." She grabs him, pulling him in for a tight hug. "And we are going to do lots of nice things together because you deserve it."

And they do.

It's easy to get lost in it, after that. Easy to forget why he should be avoiding certain things, easy to forget that he would usually get in trouble for trying on "girl" things or wearing make-up.

It's easy to let himself enjoy himself. It's easy to let himself enjoy spending time with El. It's easy to be... happy.

By the time Hopper gets home, only a little late, Steve feels almost drunk with how happy he is.

"You kids have a good day?" He asks, only pausing for a minute when he spots Steve. "What did you get up to?"

El follows him to the kitchen, recieting their day, excitedly explaining which things they both enjoyed and what they had to scrap.

Steve is only confused for a moment- Hopper truly isn't phased by all the "girl" things that he'd done with El. He barely even spares a glance at the frilly, pink socks that El has lent him. He seems, like El, happy that Steve had a good time and nothing more.

"Are you guys, like... real?" He has to ask. "Why are you so nice?"

"Would you rather us be cruel?" Hopper counters.

"Well, no..."

"Then what's the problem?" He raises an eyebrow, nodding to himself when Steve can't think of a response. "Good. So for dinner..."

part five

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[hunieday]

Yuki - Drama Collection vol.2 Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yuki-san, thank you for your hard work!

Izumi Mitsuki: Yesterday I made the lettuce-wrapped gyoza you taught me the other day, and they were a huge hit with the other members!! 😆

Izumi Mitsuki: They were crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside, it’s too good,,,

Izumi Mitsuki: Uh oh, now I’m craving them again...!!  

Yuki: Thanks for your hard work. Your rabbichat made me hungry too, Mitsuki-kun.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah!? Sorry lolol have you eaten yet?  

Yuki: Not yet. I’m waiting for Momo to come home.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Ahh, so that’s how it is! 😣

Yuki: Now I’m craving some too. Maybe I’ll make it.  

Izumi Mitsuki: It was super delicious!! Even Tamaki, who doesn’t usually like eating lettuce, ate a whole lot 😳✨

Yuki: Glad to hear that.

Yuki: I invented that dish because I wanted Him to eat vegetables as much as possible. 

Izumi Mitsuki: O 

Izumi Mitsuki: By Him do you mean the guy whose name starts with “Mo”,,?

Yuki: And end with another “Mo”.

Izumi Mitsuki: Whoa~~! So you created that dish out of love! 😭✨

Yuki: Yes I did.

Yuki: He’s grown up so much He can bite into an entire green bell pepper.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Didn’t he grow up a bit too much?!

Yuki: Though I think it would be hard to manage everyone’s likes and dislikes when there’s seven of you.

Izumi Mitsuki: Yeah, it is! Unless someone is allergic or something I just serve it anyway. 😂

Izumi Mitsuki: They do their best to eat it since I’m the one who cooked it, so I feel their love from that as well 🥺

Yuki: Isn’t that nice. Can Momo and I come over some day to feel your love for ourselves?

Izumi Mitsuki: You mean come to our dorm!?

Yuki: That’s right. I’d also like to have a long and nice chat about the drama with you.

Izumi Mitsuki: I-

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that really okay...

Izumi Mitsuki: To be honest I really wanted to talk about the drama!!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Whenever we have scenes together, I’m always determined to absorb as much as I can from watching you! But I still have a lot to learn about acting…

Izumi Mitsuki: And I feel guilty for asking Yamato-san 😞

Yuki: Yamato-kun watches it?

Izumi Mitsuki: He secretly sets up recordings and watches them 😂

Yuki: Huh. I’ll send him a message and tell him that watching me live is better than the recordings

Izumi Mitsuki: 

Yuki: You’re enjoying acting, aren’t you, Mitsuki-kun?

Yuki: That’s why I’m having fun doing it as well. I’ve had to do a lot of difficult roles lately.

Yuki: So thanks for acting together with me.

Izumi Mitsuki: No…! That’s outrageous!!!

Izumi Mitsuki: Playing a character different from yourself is super hard but also lots of fun. I’ve been learning so much from watching you, Yuki-san!!!

Yuki: Really?

Izumi Mitsuki: Really!!! In the last episode, there was a scene where everyone in the kitchen was gathered because the inn might end up closing.

Izumi Mitsuki: The heavy atmosphere was so heavy that it shut everyone up, only the sound of the pot boiling echoed through the walls.  

Izumi Mitsuki: But then you said, “Worrying won’t change anything, let’s peel some bamboo shoots for tomorrow’s breakfast,” and the mood immediately changed.

Izumi Mitsuki: I was really moved by that. I realized that ah, your words just flow so naturally, as easily as a breath.

Izumi Mitsuki: If it were me, I probably would’ve said it in a way that’s trying to push through the tension.

Izumi Mitsuki: But Yuki-san said it so naturally, as if it was nothing more than another part of your day, without making a big deal of it.

Yuki:  You feeling that way makes me genuinely happy.

Yuki: When you’ve been in the industry for as long as me, you don’t get complimented as often anymore.

Izumi Mitsuki: Is that how it is!? I’m amazed by you every day, Yuki-san 😭

Yuki: Then can I praise you too, Mitsuki-kun? I was gonna do it when we meet up but

Yuki: Since you’ve done a lot of MC-ing before, you have a knack for dealing with unexpected situations. You take improv from actors and nonsense from the director and respond to it efficiently.

Yuki: I was also impressed by the scene right after the one you mentioned. After I urged everyone to peel the bamboo shoots, you were supposed to say “I’ll lend a hand!”, but then you switched it to “I’m gonna prepare it to remove the bitterness”

Izumi Mitsuki: Ah... That’s because it’s always been my job to remove the bitterness. I thought it would convey the idea that we’re trying to go back to our usual routine properly.

Izumi Mitsuki: The director approved it, but it wasn’t weird, was it...?

Yuki: Of course not.

Yuki: Thinking and putting yourself in your character’s shoes is a talent in itself. I hope you keep developing it.

Izumi Mitsuki: Yuki-san~~~!! I’ll work even harder!! 😭😭 Thank you so much…!

Yuki:

Yuki: I’m sounding like a real senior now.

Izumi Mitsuki: Because you ARE a super senior!?!?

Yuki: Do you respect me?

Izumi Mitsuki: I respect you a lot!!  😭

Yuki: I see. Then the senior you respect so much has a favor to ask.

Izumi Mitsuki: What is it!?

Yuki: Momo just contacted me

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes..?  

Yuki: A farmer gave him a huge amount  

Izumi Mitsuki: O-Of...?  

Yuki: Lettuce.  

Izumi Mitsuki: Lololololol 

Yuki: Momo and I will show our senior side by bringing some treats as well. I want to eat lettuce gyoza with you again

Izumi Mitsuki: Yes, yes!!! 🤩✨ Everyone will be so happy‼

Izumi Mitsuki: Thank you so much! I’ll make the gyoza filling and wait for you‼

Yuki: Great. Then we’ll continue this when we’re there.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

29th - Carlos Sainz

<word count - 3555>

Today was the day that came around once a year, where Carlos let you spoil him for a change. It was his birthday. Now, Christmas was also one of those days, but he had the excuse to spoil you too, and he always over did it. 

His birthday was the one day a year where you spoilt him. There was a slight damper on the mood, since he had to be at the track all day, and there was a lot of pressure on him and Charles this weekend as it was Monza. 

But, for after, you had planned the best night you could under the circumstances. To start off, you switched his alarm off as soon as you had gotten up, giving him an hour extra to sleep. As quietly as you could, you got everything of his ready for the day.

You set his clothes out on the chair in the corner, quietly ordered room service for when he woke up and left his keys, phone and wallet all in one place on the table next to the door. Before you quickly left the room, you checked that Carlos was still fast asleep.

There was no doubting that he wouldn't be waking up anytime soon, so you slipped out of the door and went to the bakery downstairs. You grabbed the closest thing they had to a whole birthday cake, but you had one of those waiting for when you got home in a few days. 

You were quick to get back and found Carlos still asleep, dead to the world. Even if you still had ten minutes before you needed to wake him up, you couldn't resist the temptation. 

Crawling over the bed and sitting next to him, you gently shook his arm. "Carlos, hey, Carlos," you softly said as he slowly stirred awake. "Shit, did I miss my alarm?" He said, quickly sitting up. "No, no, you've got loads of time. I have sorted everything," I explained, pushing his hair out of his face.

"Anyway, you wait there for a second," you said, scrambling out of bed and over to the bathroom, where you lit the nine candles that you could fit on the cupcake you bought. "Happy birthday to you," you started to sing, turning all of the lights off in the room to add to the effect. 

"Happy birthday to you," you continued, approaching where he was sat in bed, with the cupcake. "Happy birthday dear Carlos," you sang, perching on the edge of the bed next to him. "Happy birthday to you," you finished, looking at the beaming smile on his face.

"Blow out the candles," you told him. He didn't get them all on the first try, but they were out after a short while. "Happy birthday, my love!" you smiled, putting the cake down and throwing your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, querida," he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You sat next to him as he reached over to the bedside table and picked up his cupcake. Plucking the blown out candles off, he placed them down onto the table.

"This was the closest thing to a cake I could find, so enjoy," you told him as he peeled the casing off. "That is fine by me, this is one good cupcake," he nodded, holding it out to you to take a bite. Just as you went to have some, he tipped it and smushed the icing on your face.

"Really?" you rolled your eyes at him with a giggle.

"It's my birthday, I'm sure you can let it slide for today," he cheekily grinned at you. 

"Oh so that's how you're going to be?" you asked, wiping the icing off your nose and licking it off your finger. It was pretty nice. "I'm the birthday boy, of course it is," he said, nudging you in the ribs. "I'll let you off for today. Breakfast should be here-" you started, but were cut off by a knock at the door. 

"Any minute," you finished, going to the door and collecting everything you had ordered. "So, I got pancakes, waffles, avocado on toast, and a small selection of their pastry collection," I told him, putting all of the plates on the table. "Whatever we don't have today, we can put in the fridge and have tomorrow," 

"Sounds great," he said, taking an empty plate off you and grabbing whatever he wanted. 

"Your presents from me and everyone else are back at home, so you can have those when we get back," you explained, putting a pancake and a waffle on your plate.

"You're here, so that's the best present I could ask for," he smiled as your cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Well, I am going to make your birthday the best one I possibly can,"

"Like I said, you're here, so you've made a pretty good start there," he carried on flirting, loving how red you were getting. "Anyway, your clothes are on the chair and everything you could possibly need for today is over there,"

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. And I'll need you to text me when you're all done, we have dinner booked for tonight at eight," you told him. 

"Sounds perfect, but I should get ready. We've got a lot of expectations for this weekend," he said, and you could tell he was worried. It was Monza, and they had to do well. "I know, but you'll do great, I know you will. You'll get that Ferrari 1-2, I'm sure of it," you smiled, kissing his cheek as he got out of bed and started getting ready. 

"Thank you for all of this," he said as he was just ready to leave the hotel room. 

"No problem, it's your special day and I will see you later, birthday boy," you said as he opened the door. "I love you," he told you, leaning down and kissing you. 

"I love you too," you repeated, watching him walk down the corridor and into the elevator. He turned back to face you and shot you a smile and a wave. 

Finally, the time had come to pick Carlos up from the track and take him to dinner. They had finished a bit later than anticipated, so there wasn't enough time to go back to the hotel room then the restaurant - you were just going straight there.

You drove through the back entrance of the track and parked up. It didn't take you long to find Carlos, since the Tifosi always stuck out like a sore thumb in any crowd. "Hey," you said to get his attention. He seemed like he had zone out for a moment, so he snapped back into reality.  

"Hey, I am ready to get out of here," he smiled, slinging an arm over your shoulders. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way," he said, eyes raking up and down your figure as you walked beside him. You knew you wouldn't have time, so you got changed before you went to get him. 

"Thank you, you did great in practise today. I told you you'd smash it," you grinned at him. You could barely contain the squeal of excitement that escaped your lips when he topped the timing sheet and stayed there for the whole of FP2. Sure, it was only practise, but it showed the Scuderia some promise for the weekend.

"Yeah, you did," he nodded with a smiled. You directed him to the car and took him around to the passenger side. "Oh I can drive," he said, trying to take the keys out of your hand. 

"You have been driving all day, I can do it," you said, moving them out of his reach. Carlos always drove everywhere, so you wanted to for a change. "You sure? I really don't mind-"

"Do you not trust me to drive, Carlos?" you asked, cocking an eyebrow at him skeptically.

"It's not that, it's a foreign country and you don't really drive at home as it is-" he started rambling, when you cut him off, "My love, I can drive perfectly fine. I got here in one piece, didn't I?" 

"Yeah, I guess you did. Just go slow, alright?" He asked. It really wasn't a case of him not trusting you, he didn't trust the other drivers around you. If he was driving, he'd control the car if anything went wrong, he wasn't certain you could. 

"Yeah sure," you sarcastically agreed, rounding the bonnet of the car and and clambering into the driver's seat. "So, where are we going?" he asked, gazing out of the window at all of the trees around the Monza circuit. 

"We're going for dinner, and then we're going somewhere else," you said, not wanting to give too much away. "And where would this somewhere else be?" 

"You will have to wait and see," you said, pulling out of the circuit and out onto the road. It was a stunning part of Italy and you loved looking at the scenery. "But it's my birthday," he whined, prodding you in the arm like a kid. 

"Carlos, you're twenty-nine, not eleven," you said, taking one of your hands off the wheel and prodding him back. "Hey, both hands on the wheel or you pull over and I'm driving," he suddenly turned all serious. "You really underestimate my driving skills," you grinned, glancing over at him. 

"What skills?" he giggled, waiting for you to tell him off. 

"If that's how you want to play around, the fine," you said, picking up speed down the empty road. "Querida, slow down," he instructed, thinking you'd just slow down and it was all part of the joke. "No," you smirked, bombing down the open road. 

The satinav told you to turn in two-hundred yards, and you were going to do that. "You need to slow down to turn, y'know?" he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. 

"I don't think I do," you said, slowing down ever so slightly and drifting around the corner. "Alright, I'm sorry, you are a perfectly good driver," he apologised, hoping you'd slow down. That was exactly what you did. 

"You nearly gave me a heart attack," he breathed, leaning back in his seat. 

"I've gotta keep you on your toes. It might be your birthday, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun," you smirked.

"Oh we're going to have plenty of fun just because it's my birthday," he winked at you, moving one of his hands onto your thigh. His fingers absentmindedly drew patterns across the surface, leaving small tingles in their trail. 

After around another ten minutes of driving, you parked the car and hopped out, running around the bonnet to open his door for him. "That's my job," he said, stepping out of the car. "Not today it isn't," you smirked, closing it behind him. 

"Come on, our table is waiting," you said, taking his hand and leading him through the restaurant. You told the waiter your name, and he took you through to your table. He left you to get settled and choose what you wanted off the menu, and the look on Carlos' face was priceless.

"This is cozy, huh?" You said, pulling his chair out for him. Carlos sat down, looking at the space around you. You had booked the small balcony at the back of the restaurant that overlooked the views that Monza had to offer. 

There were supposed to be a few other people out there, but the tables had been moved out of the way and it left just you two out there. Green vines snaked up the walls and around the balustrades, a few roses sprouting about them. 

On the table sat two, single red roses in a small vase - which was a bespoke touch you had made. The sun wasn't quite setting yet, so that gave you time to have dinner and go to the secret location. "This is wonderful. Did you do this?"

"I sure did. It's pretty easy to get these kinds of things when you promise to bring a Ferrari driver with you," you smiled. He was wearing the clothes that you had set out for him this morning, but he didn't have anything else to wear.

"I guess it is," he nodded, scanning through the menu. "What have you been up to today? I hope you didn't miss me too much," he said, setting the menu down as he had decided what he wanted. "I will always miss you, my love. But, I've just been exploring and found the place that we're going to go to later,"

"And that place would be?" he pressed as the waiter came outside so that you could order your food and drinks. "You don't need to know," you said, before turning your attention to him. "I'll just get a coke, please?" Carlos asked the waiter, earning a nod from the waiter. 

"Could I get a non-alcoholic passionfruit martini, please?" you asked. 

"You can have a drink if you want, I don't mind driving," Carlos interjected. 

"But you won't know where to go," you told him.

"You can just tell me where to go,"

"Carlos," you sternly said, looking at him. He got the message and left the matter. "I'll be sticking with the passionfruit martini, minus the alcohol," you said.

"Of course, are you ready to order your food or would you like some more time?" he asked, looking at you. "I'm ready if you are," you replied, looking at Carlos for an answer. 

"Yeah, I am. I'll have the classic spaghetti bolognese," he said, as the waiter scribbled it down on his notepad. "I'll get the same, please," you nodded, handing him the menus. 

"Perfect, I'll have your drinks brought through soon," he smiled, walking away back through the balcony door. "Well someone liked the look of you," Carlos said.

"Oh stop it, he's just being friendly," you dismissed him. 

"I didn't know friendly meant staring at my girlfriend," he said, resting his arms on the table. "Carlos, I am here with you, it doesn't matter," you tutted, taking his hand from across the table. "Whatever," he sighed, gently stroking your hand with his thumb.

Your drinks were brought out to you, and you spent the evening just talking and enjoying yourselves. You enjoyed every minute you spent with Carlos, and there was no one else that you wanted to spend the time with. 

"Can I see where this surprise location is now?" he asked as you finished off your tiramisu. 

"Just wait for a few more minutes, alright?" you told him. Secretly, you were just as excited as he was and you really wanted to show him what you had found. Quickly, you finished off your drink and dessert, before flagging the waiter down to get the bill.

"Was everything good for you guys?" he asked, pressing some of the buttons on the card machine as he spoke. "Yeah, really nice thank you," you said, getting your card out of your purse. "Querida, I've got it,"

"Not a chance, it is your birthday, let me treat you," you said, pressing it to the contactless screen as it beeped in confirmation. The waiter left you to slowly leave the balcony, and the sun was just about to start setting in around fifteen minutes.

That gave you plenty of time to get to the mystery location. "OK, let's get out of here," you said, standing and taking his hand as you looked at the view for one final time. You had a better view waiting for you, anyway. 

"Lead the way," he said, letting you drag him through the restaurant and back out to the car. He went to open the door, but you pulled him back. "Wait a second," you said, rummaging around in your purse for something. 

"Turn around," you told him. Dubiously, he looked at you, but ultimately did as you said and turned so his back was facing you. You stood on your toes since he was taller than you, and placed the red fabric over his eyes, tying it behind his head. 

"I did not think this was what this special surprise of yours entailed," he smirked, his tone indicating thoughts that were far from innocent. "Get your mind out of the gutter, mister. That is not where this is going, unless you behave. Then I might think about it," you said, helping him get into the car. 

"But it's my birthday, baby," he groaned, grabbing you blindly by the hips and nearly pulling you onto his lap. "Just do what I say for now, and you might get lucky when we get back to the hotel later," 

"Fine," he whined, letting go of you and letting you walk around the front and into the driver's seat. "What's the point in the blindfold?" he asked, his hand finding its rightful place on your thigh again. 

"I don't want you to have a clue where we are, that's the point," you told him, driving through Monza. Finally, you pulled up in a layby along a deserted road and helped Carlos out of the car. "Can I take this off now?" he asked, clawing at the knot behind his head. 

"No way, just wait," you said, pulling his hands away and gripping his arms from behind. You tried to help him walk along the track and where you wanted to be, but he wasn't making it easy for you. 

"Just take it off, it's not that hard," he whined, swaying so that you couldn't walk him in a straight line. "If you want to have your way later, then I'd suggest you deal with it," you scolded him as he straightened up at your threat. 

"But what if I fall over?"

"Then I'll catch you," 

"As if. If I'm going down, you're coming with me," he said as you turned him around the final corner of the track to get where you wanted to be. "OK, stand here," you said, putting him in the spot that would give him the best view. 

"There you go," you said, untying the blindfold and tucking it into your bag as you let him take in the scene. You had found a hilltop spot, encased in bushes that was completely secluded from the outside world. You couldn't hear any cars and there was no one else around. 

It was on the edge of the hill and felt like it overlooked the entirety of Monza. Off to the left, you could see part of the track as the sun set on the horizon, casting a bright orange glow on the world. 

As you stood next to Carlos, you admired how the light made his eyes look golden as he looked over the landscape. "This is what you were finding all day?" he breathlessly said, unable to look away from it. "Yeah," 

He looked down to his left and pulled you into his side - right where you were always meant to be. Pressing a soft kiss to your head, he stared out over the view once more. Looking over, you spotted your little helper, making his quick dash away as he looked at you with a smile.

You mouthed a quick 'thank you' as he disappeared through the bushes. "Come on, let's sit down," you said. Carlos turned around and spotted the picnic blanket with a big, wicker basket sat atop it. 

"Where did this come from?" he asked, sure it wasn't there when you got here. 

"I might have had a bit of help," you smiled as he walked over to sit down. He settled on the blanket with a soft thud. Carlos rooted through the basket, pulling out a big fuzzy blanket and some plastic champagne glasses with a couple bottles of tonic. 

"I know you can't drink, so I brought the next best thing I could find," you said, standing in front of him. Looking up at you, he could have swore his heart skipped a beat. You were stood there, and it looked like the light was emanating out from behind you, like an angel sent from heaven. 

You looked golden as your eyes lit up in the light. "C'mere," he softly said, opening his arms out to you. You sat down between his legs, resting your back against his chest. "This is mesmerizing," he said, pulling the fuzzy blanket around the two of you. 

"It is, isn't it," you nodded. From behind you, you heard the click of a camera and realised your little helper had come back. Carlos hadn't noticed, so you didn't want to take away from the moment. "Thank you so much," he whispered into your hair, "I love you,"

No one had ever done anything like this for him, and he would have stayed there forever, with you, if he could. He engrained every tiny detail about the scene into his brain like a tattoo on his memory. From the way the trees gently rustled in the breeze, to the way you slowly breathed in time with him. 

"I love you too," you said to him, allowing your body to rest more of your weight onto him. You never thought perfect was fully possible until now, and you savoured every second of it. Eventually, the sun sunk to behind the horizon, leaving you under the twinkling stars of the night sky. 

You stayed silent, enjoying the time. "Happy birthday, Carlos,"

A/N - I know there's only a few hours left of his birthday, but hey. Happy birthday Carlito 🌶💖

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