#and i'm delighted to finally be able to start sharing it

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello sex-witch, hope you're having a good day !

This isn't a question so feel free to ignore if you don't find this interesting, but I felt like sharing my experience re : difficulty with penetration since it wasn't something I had come across while searching my symptoms, so I feel like it could help some people who are in the same boat as me. I feel like your blog may be the right space for that, but as I said, feel free to ignore :)

So, I have a vagina, and have never been able to penetrate myself, and until very recently I thought it was vaginismus because it fit most of the symptoms : the feeling of "hitting a wall", burning pain when touching the area... except I didn't have any of the psychological symptoms! I was never abused, I was raised with a healthy view of sex, and I was never scared or stressed out when I've had sex, I've only had positive experiences! So, you know, what the hell. At first I went to see a midwife and she said everything looked alright so that kind of cemented my self diagnosis.

A few days ago I finally went to see and gynecologist, and surprise! It wasn't vaginismus! I actually have what he called a "cribriform hymen" which means my hymen basically only has 2-3 little holes that lets periods pour out but make penetration impossible.

To my delight that means I won't have to do months of pelvic training and stuff, I'll only get a small surgery to open my hymen and I should be good to go have pain free penetration! Yuzza!

I'm sharing because I feel like some people could benefit from knowing it's not always vaginismus, and you shoud really check with a gynecologist before starting to do pelvic therapy that won't get you anywhere because your hole is just literally not open haha.

Anyways, I thank you for all your hard work on this blog, I don't really learn a lot because I feel I'm pretty learned when it comes to sex, but I still like following you because a lot of advice feels good to read again and remember when you barely ever hear it.

I wish you a very nice summer, maybe I'll update after I get the surgery, which should be somewhere in autumn I think :) I can't wait! Bye bye!

I'm super interested, thank you! this is an uncommon condition, so it's always interesting to hear from someone who's had it :)

[novelconcepts]

the other side of someday

When the Yellowjackets' plane crashes in the Wilderness, they aren't the first. Another team has already been here. Other girls have already died here.

As Taissa discovers when she awakens with a long-dead goalie sharing her body, dead doesn't mean gone.

chapter 1/4 - head

T (for now); 6733 words

The first thing Taissa notices in the wake of the crash is the high-pitched wail inside her ears. She’s on her side. On her side, panting, feeling cross-eyed with dizziness. Pine needles prick her skin. Pine needles. Where is the plane? She presses herself gingerly up, just a little at a time. Up off the ground. Up to a sitting position. Up, until she can stand, until she can test her strength on legs that wobble, but thankfully do not collapse. Where is the plane? Here—and also there. In pieces. It’s in fucking pieces because it fell out of the fucking sky. “Oh,” she hears herself say as if through a tin can. “We crashed.”

[mrsbarnesblog]

˖˚⊹ just us

➤ summary: a situation between pogues and kooks at the beach made Rafe rethink his priorities

➤ w/c: 1.8k.

➤ warnings: season 4 spoilers, established relationship, mention of the dead turtle, that hoe Ruthie, protective Rafe

➤ a/n: i'm obsessed with season 4, y'all. absolutely in love with everything that's going on and especially with Rafe being in a better place with a girl that he actually likes 🥹 this scene at the beach with turtles just made me sob, so I really need someone to drag that bitch by her hair. sorry not sorry.

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Your heart was beating with adrenaline from the scene that just happened at the beach, with Topper’s girlfriend almost running over the pogues and being the usual insane bitch that she was. Rafe stood beside you, silent but shaking his buzzed head in disapproval.

Kie was standing on her knees on the sand, in shock, with juice still dripping down her face and hair. She brushed off the help of her friends, instead standing and picking something up from the ground, without hesitation, going towards the group of people around you. They seemed absolutely delighted by the whole situation, laughing, fist bumping each other, and making you want to punch every single one of them in the face. 

You didn’t even want to be here in the first place, not with a bunch of people with whom you shared mutual hatred towards each other. Rafe was your only connection with them, and it seemed like even for him it was a bit too much. A fun day at a beach with a little surfing competition, where even Topper and JJ seemed to have some fun together, took the wrong turn way too quickly.

“Look what you did! Is this okay?” Kie stopped in front of Ruthie, reaching out her hand to show something that you weren’t able to see, but by the look on her face it was obviously serious to her. “There was a turtle hatch, you idiots! You drove right over it!” Your stomach twisted at the realization, and you took a step closer to see it yourself. 

“Oh my God.” You whispered, catching a glimpse of a tiny dead turtle with a crushed shell laying in the palm of her hand. So little and harmless that the picture of it brought tears to your eyes. 

“Don’t look, baby.” Rafe’s deep voice mumbled near your ear, with a warm hand sprawled across your back to try to distract you, but you shook your head, unable to take your eyes off it. 

“All right, but it was only one.” Ruthie said with her usual attitude, nonchalantly pointing to the rest of the turtles that, luckily, were perfectly fine. Your mouth opened in disbelief, and you looked at Rafe to see him uncomfortably rubbing the back of his head. 

“I’m so sorry, Kie…” You whispered to her, stepping further away from the kooks, eyes drifting again to the dead animal in her hand. No matter how hard you tried to fit in with Rafe and his friends, you could never be one of them if it meant to be a bunch of pompous and cruel rich kids. You thought that, maybe it was time for you to finally admit that. 

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” She briefly looked at you, because despite not being friends, there never were any arguments between you and the rest of the pogues, always keeping cool and friendly with each other. “There’s something wrong with you, people.” Kiara looked back at the kooks with disgust written all over her face. 

“I’m leaving, Rafe.” Barely holding back your tears, you looked back at your boyfriend, before picking up your beach bag from the sand and turning around. “I’m sorry again for them, Kie.”

“No, wait, Y/N.” He pushed through the crowd, wide-eyed, quickly approaching you and grasping your wrist. “This is not—“

“I don’t want to be here. I didn’t sign up to hang out with your friends when I started dating you, okay?” You groaned in frustration, attempting to move, but Rafe stopped you. “I don’t even know why we’re here, why you are here, when you clearly don’t enjoy it anymore.” 

“Listen, this is not so easy, okay?” He rolled his eyes, but you knew it was not fully directed at you; Rafe was already struggling with trusting those around him, and the fact that you slowly but steadily made him reconsider his current surroundings did not help. 

“You are not like them, they are not your friends, don’t you understand it?” The pure desperation was speaking in you, searching for the answers in his eyes. You overheard some people laughing at you, as they were too confident that Rafe would never listen to someone like you, someone from the cut, not even realizing the war that was currently going on in his head. 

He was silent, thinking, making his already overwhelmed mind go hundred miles per hour to figure something out, because you were right. The more time had passed, the more the two of you were together, the less Rafe found himself enjoying the presence of his old friends, the less he wanted to do that childish bullshit. 

“This dumb fucking bitch almost ran over people and killed an innocent animal because her big ego got hurt, do you understand?! So I’m leaving. Alone or with you.” You almost whispered the last part to him, too scared that he'd not choose you. At the end of the day, you were a pogue, and no matter how much you tried, you would never be good enough for Rafe. 

“What did you just call me?” Ruthie arched a brow, now shooting daggers at you. 

“I called you a dumb fucking bitch, didn’t you hear me?” You spat, finally having a good enough reason to tell the truth right in her face. “Or are you too stupid to get that through your thick scull?” 

“That’s rich, coming for a pogue. It’s just a cycle of life. And if you, losers, are so offended by that, it’s not my problem.” 

“A cycle of life? Getting flattened by a truck is not a cycle of life.” Kiara pushed Ruthie with her hand, and it nearly turned into a fight, with JJ standing by his girlfriend's side. You turned away from them, too frustrated and drained to bother listening to the rest of the conversation, your gaze shifting to Rafe, who still held your hand.

“I want to leave. Stay here if you want to, I don’t care. I’m done with them, Rafe.” Your teary eyes met his blue ones, and he shook his head, pulling you closer with your forearms. The mere thought of you leaving him, angry and upset, triggered a whirlwind of panic within him.

“Hey, no, I’m not staying, okay?” Rafe's hands, now much gentler and delicate, touched your cheeks, wiping away a few tears that you could not keep back. Rafe had never been too comfortable with the display of emotions, and he was pretty sure that it was the first time he had actually seen you cry. And he knew how much you had always carried for animals, how you petted every stray cat or a dog on the street, and how you hated any form of violence against them. 

The pulsating and aching feeling in his chest at the sight of your tears made him want to drop everything, or rather, eliminate everyone who had upset you, and just hold you in his arms. 

“Aw, look at you.” You heard that annoying voice behind you back again, pulling you out of the bubble in which you fell, and turning around, you saw that Kie and JJ were no longer there. Your eyes instantly rolled back as Ruthie looked at you with her usual fake sympathy, crossing her arms over her chest. “Go back to your side of the island, you’re not one of us. Don’t even know why Rafe bothers to bring you here when you’re just another dirty toy to—“

Rafe left your side before she could finish her sentence, looming over her with the most furious expression you had ever seen on his face. Everyone and everything seemed to fall silent for a moment, and you held your breath, unsure what he would do. “Wanna say some bullshit about her? Try to do it right in my face and see what happens.”

“You’re not seriously protecting the pogue. She’s not on our side.” Her smile faded, her eyes now nervously looking between Rafe and Topper, who was standing behind her back. 

“C’mon, Rafe…” He started, but quickly shut his mouth as soon as Rafe turned his head towards him with a silent threat. You felt your heartbeat quickening as the atmosphere started to get even more intense. Everyone around you also started arguing and saying God knows what, but Rafe was awfully calm, and it frightened you even more. 

You moved closer to them as you made your way through the warm sand, until you were able to place a comforting hand on your boyfriend's back. He was so tense under your touch that it amazed you how the hell he was not shaking because of it. The only times you had ever seen him behaving that way was when people whispered something about his father behind his back.

“It’s okay, Ray.” You whispered, kissing his shoulder and sliding your hand down his back to take a hold of his bicep. 

“You’re lucky that I don’t hit women. But if I hear a single word about my girlfriend again, you will regret it, I promise you." Your stomach flattered from the way he protected you, from the way his friends opened their mouths in shock at his words. Even Topper and Kelce were too stunned to speak, sending each other weird glances. “Control, your crazy bitch, Top.” 

As if nothing had happened, Rafe stepped back, throwing a protective hand over your shoulders and guiding you away from the group. He was silent for a whole walk towards his truck, only stopping near the passenger door and turning you to face him. 

His worried blue eyes were almost shining under the bright and hot sun and you saw words forming in his head and sitting at the tip of his tongue. You waited another minute, while Rafe was focused on your necklace, thinking. His hands found a place on your waist, rubbing circles into your skin, until he finally took a deep breath and looked up. 

“You’re right.” He said simply. “I’m not this person anymore. That shit with racing with pogues was fun and all, but I didn’t like what happened today.” You half smiled, nodding and encouraging him to talk. “If—if I want to be like my dad, I need to have my priorities straight. No more of this bullshit, no more fake ass people, yeah? You’re the only one who's been here for me for a long fucking time. You’re the only one who I can trust, baby.”

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes focused solemnly on you, before he lowered himself closer to you to place a kiss on your lips. 

“This is the right decision. You’ve overgrown them, you’re a better man now. And i’ll be here for you whenever you need me, I promise. I guess it’s just us now." Your body sagged against his, too wrapped in the comfort of his presence to even care about anything else. Your lips brushed against his, making Rafe groan.

“Just us, baby.”

[tinylongwing]

I'm delighted to be able to share my latest artwork for the Songbirding podcast and audiobook series! Singing female American Redstart, because female birds definitely do sing and we're finally starting to pay attention.

[delusional-day-dreamer]

Reflections - e.e

‣ emily engstler x reader

‣ wc: 2958

‣‣ synopsis: emily had no choice but to bail on your planned day together, so you decide to get a little revenge, leaving your reflection as the only thing on her mind all day.

‣‣‣ a/n: sorry this took SO LONG to release, i was a little nervous to write smut for the first time so hopefully this isn't too bad! i'm still working on more fics and hopefully i can still follow my plan to release one a day!

You adjusted the position of your body in front of the mirror, lifting Emily's shirt to reveal just a sliver of your boobs as you posed for your selfie in your lacy thong. You weren't posing for a social media post or anything of the sort, you were just trying to torture your poor girlfriend a little bit.

The two of you had planned a day-long date today, as she wasn't supposed to go in for practice or any sort of team events, but her coaches had changed their mind, calling the team early in the morning for mid-day practice, followed by a workout session, ice baths and checkups with their athletic trainer, and a film session to end their packed day.

Unfortunately for you, the text had come in during an early morning makeout session, causing Emily to leave the comfort of your bed to eat breakfast, get ready, and head out for her long day. Leaving you a needy, pleading mess for her in the process. You knew the change in plans wasn't her fault, nor was it in her control.

You were just seeking revenge for the fact that she chose to leave you orgasmless before heading out, promising to finish what the two of you had started later in the evening.

Grinning as you finally got the perfect shot, you sent off a text to Emily, containing both the selfie and a short text that read, can't wait for you to get back Em. Now, all you had to do was wait for her response, which you knew wouldn't come until a little later, when she finally got the chance to check her phone during a water break.

To your delight, Emily's response came in sooner than you had expected, not even ten minutes after you had sent the text, your phone pinged with a new text. you better find a way to wait, don't you dare touch yourself without me.

You knew that was one of Emily's "rules", if she wasn't away for a game, your pleasure was hers and hers only. And usually, that was always enough for you, as you had no need to get yourself off either by hand or with any of the toys hidden in your shared closet, Emily was always there to take care of you. But today, you found yourself struggling to hold off on relieving the deep ache that had settled in your core.

You swear you did everything in attempt to pass by the time that Emily was gone. You ate breakfast, dusted nearly every surface in your apartment, wiped down every mirror, scrubbed down the bathrooms, ate lunch, cooked dinner for you two to enjoy later, took an everything shower, and finally settled down in on your bed to watch t.v. around four in the afternoon, knowing Emily would be home before six.

Just as your eyes began to shut, drifting off into a light sleep, you heard the front door open as Emily entered the apartment, dropping the keys in the little ceramic bowl you had bought for the apartment and taking off her shoes, walking towards your bedroom.

You shot up in bed, eager for Emily to walk through the door so you could capture her in your grasp and lure her into bed, finally able to relieve the throbbing between your legs. She greeted you as she entered the room, dropping her practice bag over by the laundry hamper before making her way to you, not that you were paying attention.

You leaned in and grabbed the back of her neck, smashing your lips onto hers the second she was close enough. She climbed onto the bed with you, laying her body over yours as you continued to make out, her tongue intertwined with yours as her hands moved up and down, from kneading your braless tits to squeezing your waist, the two of you just couldn't get enough of each other.

You whined as she pulled away from your kiss, she chuckled before ducking her head down to kiss across your jaw to your ear, "missed me that much baby?" She questioned smugly as she moved her lips under your ear, alternating between sharply nipping at your skin, open mouthed kisses, and soothing licks over the trail of reddish-purple marks she left behind.

"Please Em, don't tease. Been waiting for you all day," you begged, arching your chest into her, hoping she would get the hint. She popped her lips off your neck with a smirk, gazing at your needy expression before moving her hands to pull her t-shirt off your body, uncovering your perky nipples, begging for her touch.

Her lips began a trail of kisses, licking, biting, and sucking her way down from the base of your neck to your chest, leaving hickeys at the very tops of your breast before finally latching her mouth onto your right nipple, her hand coming up to twist and tug at the other.

Your hands flew to her ponytail, gripping it as you moaned at her teasing, urging her head to continue its descent down to where you needed her the most. Thankfully, she continued to kiss down your abdomen, stopping at the edge of your lace thong to nip at the fat of your hips. She continued to tease you, leaving hickeys around the perimeter of your inner thighs as you whimpered the arousal continuing to pool within your panties, yet Emily purposely avoided your throbbing pussy.

“God Em, please I can’t take it anymore, need you so bad,” you propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at her as you pleaded, your mind far too hazy to feel embarrassed of how desperate you sounded. She propped herself, perching herself to the perfect position in between your thighs as she finally ran her fingers up and down your lace-covered slit, feeling the wetness that had begun to soak through.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this baby,” she hummed, “Wanna try something different with you, that okay?” She asked as she pulled your thong down, a strand of your slick sticking to the fabric. "You're this wet for me and I haven't even touched you yet baby," Emily rose to lean back on her knees, moving her hands to rest upon your thighs.

“Please Em, do anything, I just need you,” you whispered back, sitting up as you watched her rise from the bed, walking over to the floor length mirror you had taken the picture in. She picked it up and adjusted it so that it leaned against the wall in front of your bed, such that you were now gazing at your own naked reflection.

Your attention, however, was quickly drawn back to Emily, who had now stripped her t-shirt and sweatpants off her body, leaving her in just a plain black sports bra and a matching pair of boxers. She walked back over to the bed, settling against the headboard and planting her feet flat on the bed to take a seat behind you.

"Come here baby," she requested, and with such a low, sultry tone, how could you resist for even a second? You quickly turned onto your hands and knees, crawling up the expanse of your California king bed to kneel in between her thighs, capturing her lips once again.

You took the chance to tease Emily back a bit, taking control of the kiss by biting and dragging out her bottom lip before slipping your tongue back into her mouth, moaning eagerly into her as your hands tugged at the straps of her sports bra.

She didn't allow you to continue for long, grabbing your waist and manhandling your back into her front before you could take off her bra. She traced her hands down your body, grabbing the back of your thighs to rest them over her bent legs, spreading you open in front of the mirror.

"You see how wrecked you are for me?" She mumbled into your ear, you watched as her tattooed hands kneaded at your hickey covered tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples once again. "Mhm," you nodded, biting your bottom lip to hold back the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

Emily, however, wouldn't accept that as an answer. She grabbed your jaw firmly with her right hand, using her thumb to pull your lip out in between your teeth. "None of that tonight ma, I wanna hear you properly, whether your answering me," she spoke softly, beginning to suck hickeys into the unmarked side of your neck, "swearing," she flicked her tongue out to soothe a particularly rough area, the skin already turning purple, "or moaning my name, begging me for more," she whispered into your ear.

Your brain turned to mush at her words, which meant you didn't notice how her left hand dropped from massaging your breast to reach your cunt as she was whispering filthy things into your ear, turning you on even more. A borderline pornographic moan tore from the back of your through as Emily finally pressed her middle and ring fingers onto your clit, rubbing small circles at first.

You threw your head back against her shoulder as your body arched against her, desperate moans spilling from your lips as your hips moved upwards to search for more friction in her touch. Her right hand wrapped around your waist, holding down your bottom half before she quickly lifted her fingers from rubbing circles on your clit to lightly slapping it, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure was enough for your head to shoot up at the sparks it sent through your core.

"I want you to watch yourself in the mirror, you stop looking and I stop touching you, okay baby?" Emily insisted, her fingers only moving down from your clit to trace your folds after you agreed, dragging her fingers to collect the arousal dripping from your entrance back up to your clit, this time adding more pressure onto your clit.

Your body squirmed in her hold, your mouth emitting a near constant stream of desperate whines, begging Emily for more. "C'mon ma, tell me what you want from me," she murmured, her breath warm against the bruised skin of your neck. "Fuck me, please Emily, need you to fuck me so bad I," your words were cut off by a guttural moan leaving your mouth as she plunged two fingers into your sopping heat, the prolonged foreplay had made you so wet she slipped in without any discomfort.

Your eyes fluttered, as your body melted into hers, illegible pleas, swears, and cries of ecstasy continuously fell from your lips, all the while maintaining eye contact with Emily through the mirror. Her fingers increasing their speed as she plunged a third into you, continuing to pump in and out of you, curling into you with such precision you preened her grasp, rolling your hips forward to meet her thrusts. In the process, the heel of her palm brushed against your clit, causing you to writhe in her arms, all the while Emily ducked her head down to suck at your sweet spot.

Her name fell from your lips repeatedly, the coil in your abdomen was so close to snapping, you could almost taste how close your orgasm was. Sensing this from how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers, she moves her unoccupied hand up to your nipples, roughly tugging at them while she moved her lips up to whisper filth into your ear.

"Just like that baby... see how pretty you look while taking my fingers, my dirty little slut getting off on being finger fucked in front of a mirror, thought about fucking you like this all day... such a good girl for me," her continuous praise and encouragements, combined with the sensation of her playing with your tits, her fingers curling so deep inside of you, and her palm providing friction to your clit was all too much for you to withstand any longer.

Your moans turned into near screams as you finally came, your orgasm hitting you full-force as your legs shook on top of Emily's, full body shudders coursing through you as Emily continued to fuck into you at the same pace, insistent on having you ride out the full extent of your orgasm.

As your orgasm finally began to subside, your body going limp against hers, Emily slowed the pace of her fingers until they stilled within you. To distract you from the emptiness she knew you felt as she withdrew her fingers from your soaking cunt, she peppered kisses along the side of your face and placed a few gentle pecks on you lips accompanied with soft praises as you tuned to face her.

She brought her fingers up to your lips, shoving them into your mouth so you could clean off your own slick, humming as she felt your tongue swirling around her fingers. After popping your mouth off her fingers, you removed your legs from on top of hers, twisting your body around in her grip to face her as your hands reached upwards to cup her face, pulling her mouth down to yours in a searing kiss, all the while your knee pressed into her core.

You were acutely aware of the fact that you hadn't even touched Emily yet, and as stubborn as she was, you could feel the throbbing of her pussy against your knee, and you would be damned if you didn't get her off after the earth-shattering orgasm she gave you.

Your lips continue to move roughly against hers, attempting to establish dominance and only separating when you tugged her sports bra over head. Your lips met the soft skin of her neck, peppering gentle kisses as you knew you couldn't leave hickeys on such a visible area just two days before her next game.

You continued placing kisses to her chest, circling her nipple with your tongue as right hand reached down to cup her warm cunt through her boxers, forcing an airy moan from her. You were able to feel through the fabric how aroused she had gotten from making you cum.

You paused your ministrations to retract your hands from her body, moving to grab at the waistband of her boxers, the only material still separating the two of you. You looked up at her glazed over eyes, nonverbally checking for her consent. Emily's past relationships and hookups always had the same dynamic, she gave a lot more than she received, if they even made an effort to reciprocate her pleasure.

With you, that was never the case. You were just as concerned with Emily's satisfaction as she was yours, despite her having the more dominant personality, you almost never allowed her to leave without at least one orgasm.

With her approval and the slight lift of her hips, you discarded her underwear, laying down on your stomach and spreading open her thighs to be eye-level with her glistening cunt. "All this just from watching my reflection Em?" You teased, your breath warm against her inner thighs as you sucked and nipped at the skin closest to her center, knowing no one would be able to see the bruises left there.

"Yeah baby, it's all for you," she breathed our, grabbing your tousled hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you closer to her sopping pussy. Even now, she still Deciding she had waited long enough, you dove your tongue into her, licking a long stripe from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, causing her to throw her head back into the headboard as she moaned deeply.

"Right there ma, just like that," she encouraged as you devoured her, running your tongue through her folds to lap at her leaking arousal like a woman starved. You gather her wetness to move up and press your tongue flat against her clit, sucking and lapping at her bud. "Oh fuck baby, doing so good for me," her hips moving up to meet your mouth.

She groaned loudly as you began to hum against her clit, holding her hips tighter as moved down to her entrance again, dipping your tongue to curl into her as your nose moved against her clit, her orgasm quickly approaching from the friction you provided. You moved back up to her clit, knowing just what she needed to be pushed over the edge.

You latched onto her nub, sucking and slightly grazing her with your teeth, humming and pressing into her as she came with a throaty moan, pushing your head deeper into her to draw out as much of her orgasm as possible.

You continued to suck at her for a few moments after, slowly reducing your touch to a few soft kitten licks as her body went limp against the headboard, relaxing fully as you detached your lips from her, rubbing your hands up and down her thighs.

Her thumb wiped the slick that covered your lips and dripped down your chin, grinning at your wrecked state. “Worth the wait ma?” Her smug but somehow genuine demeanor took in the blissed out expression on your face, exhausted from your previous activities.

“Well worth Em, should mess with you more often if this is what happens,” you beamed, only half joking. “Yea right, try that again and I won’t be so nice next time, I could barely make a single shot at practice,” she grumbled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your lips, crawling off the bed to grab a washcloth from your joint bathroom. Your reflection had truly served you well today.

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Yuu has the audacity to ask a question. It leads to some interesting moments  

Jade Leech, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Floyd Leech

Jade Leech 

“Jade, can I ask you a question?” It’s not often that the library is so packed that you end up sharing a table but if it had to be with anybody, at least it was Jade.  

Jade wasn’t naturally academically smart. He took a lot of notes and studied in order to come out in the middle. There were folks that thought he was simply keeping his head down, but Yuu found out by accident. She knew Jade was incredibly street smart and people savvy though, no matter what grades he got. It worked in her favor though, as Jade let them copy notes from last year in exchange for not sharing the information anywhere. Not that Yuu planned too, but they weren’t going to pass up such an opportunity either.  

“Of course, I will assist in anyway I can.”  

“Do you have any books that you would recommend for scavenging for local flora and fauna in the woods back at Ramshackle? I’ve tried searching through the library but it’s a bit too vague for what I need.”

If Yuu had blinked, they would have missed the brief surprise and delight on his face.  

“Well,” he sets his pen down, “As the president of the Mountain Lovers club, I’m sure we could discuss that during our meetings. If only you were a member.” he sighed  

“If only Crowley would allow me to join any clubs.” Yuu muttered, “I know it's a requirement for first and second years to be involved in at least one, but he says I have far more to offer as his unofficial assistant. Unpaid is more accurate but what do I know.”  

Jade smiles, the one that matches his brothers. Wide and full of teeth.  

“Leave Crowley to me, dear Prefect. You just meet me in the morning behind Ramshackle. Bring a basket and your camera, oh, and dress warm. It'll be cold for you.”  

He writes some extra instructions on a slip of paper and collects his things, turning left at the library doors. Damn, that was straight to the headmasters’ office too. Jade really doesn't play around when it comes to the Mountain Lover's club.

While Yuu isn’t able to attend every meeting, the Mountain Lover’s club apparently includes trips to other countries, recipes cooked in the Ramshackle kitchen as well as appreciating cultures and crafts made by various peoples which slowly starts to decorate the rickety dorm into something interesting and unique. Jade becomes a different person as a traveler and seems to find joy in just exploring and discovering all the different ways that people create and eat and live.  

After he graduates, Yuu gifts him the book that the two of them created, with pictures and descriptions of all the Night Raven College fauna and flora, their uses, if they are edible, and different recipe and potion ingredients, the regions it comes from, and even snippets of stories and memories they share.  

Jade is not an emotional man, but when he asks you to come with him on his next expedition, his smile is full of joy.  

Rook Hunt

“Rook, can I ask you a question?”  

Rook looks down from his spot in the tree, a camera perched in his hands. “Amazing eyesight, Mon Trickster! I did not anticipate being found. Ask away, but be quick, less Roi de Lion suspects me.”  

“Are there any plays or poetry books that would be good for a beginner? I read a lot back home but I know there is cultural and historical context I'm going to be missing-” 

“I am so happy!” he practically drops the tree, taking both of her hands to kiss the knuckles, “I would be happy to help you. Come, come!”  

Oh, they are going to the library now. Right now. Ok, Yuu should have expected that.  

Rook is always excitable, but he’s mindful as well. Picking out smaller volumes at first, and adding some reference materials, putting a few back as he asks questions about what she has already read or what she typically enjoys. He also writes out a list for audio books and radio performances. Thank the Seven that Crowley finally got them a phone and they could excuse the data usage for school.  

“I have the films I would be willing to lend, but I would ask you be incredibly careful.”  

“Oh, I don’t have a TV or any type of DVD player at Ramshackle. We try and keep the places as authentic as possible. It helps when the ghosts come to visit on Hallow’s eve.” They don’t have wifi either and their electricity runs off a backup generator, but Yuu doesn’t mention that. They are distinctly aware of how rundown Ramshackle is, but they try not to advertise how badly.  

“What dedication you have to your dorm and the history of Night Raven College. We may do so in Pomefiore!”  

And that’s how they end up having movie night basically every Wednesday night, sometimes with other Pomefiore members or even Vil himself refreshing on the classics. Rook would sit close by, quietly explaining certain contexts and even joining Yuu on reading through some of the poetry books. His passion comes out more with his knowledge than his speech in those moments, and it’s...nice. Normally Rook is the most reserved person she knows. He’s family is still a mystery, but she’s learned more about his beliefs and insights into how he perceives life in general. 

“This is how I met Roi de Poison, you know. He enchanted me at first sight, but his mind...he understood my passion for theater, music and beauty. He respected me, once I proved that I loved him for more than his looks and roles.”  

Crazy fan he might have been in the past, it was definitely more of an equal relationship once you saw past the surface level. Yuu eventually started picking a few habits and fashion tips, slowly becoming a bit more refined. Elegant even, she might say.  

When she hesitantly asks for help with other things, it's easier each time. Help with skincare routines, or experimenting with make-up, what colors work best and how silhouettes come across. It’s never been this fun to experiment with her style. It helps that Rook, while thinking certain things definitely work, will be gentle in the things that aren’t.  

“They do not enhance your beauty,” he says, sounding like Vil, “And you are already magnifique.”  

He is the first person that she shares her book of stories with, the precognitions that she has  

“Do you think fairy tales are fiction?” He asks her, quietly skimming over the passages of Snow White. The Fairest Queen is barely mentioned, but without her, there is no story.  

“Living here feels like a fairy tale, but if it is, you’ve made it a wonderful dream.”  

Rook looks at her, a surprised chuckle slipping out. Before he can hide it, his nose crinkles, a smile wide enough to show his gums, and Yuu thinks it enhances all the best of him.  

Vil Schoenheit 

“Vil, may I ask you a question?” 

“At least somebody paid attention when I went over manners. You may.” Vil says, as he adds in some sort of lilac powder. Normally, they wouldn’t have any classes together, but with Yuu acting as an ‘assistant’ towards the teachers to make extra cash, they got to see the second and third years more than even the other first years in their dorms.  

“How do you make time for it all? Between the acting jobs, getting good grades in school, indulging in potionology and homebrew makeup in your limited free time, it seems like you get so much done with just as much time as the rest of us.”  

“Thank you for noticing.” Vil says, looking up from his potion work. “And yes, I do keep a very organized schedule. Every minute is planned and my down time is spent decompressing efficiently.”  

“Is there any articles or techniques you would recommend? Or a template you used?” 

“You could just ask me for help, you know.” he retorts, huffing a bit.  

“I know I could, but I also want to be respectful of what you have on your plate.”  

“Ah, potato...I have plenty of time, especially in this season. I don’t schedule anything this close to finals. Come sit with me this evening for dinner and we will talk goals and progress markers. There is more to this mentally than most people think.”  

Vil is a bit less than impressed when he sees just how much Yuu accomplishes for Night Raven College with no credit and makes a note to talk to the teachers and Crowley about getting her properly compensated or at least. But overall, it goes well, making time for exercise, hobbies, studies and even some time with him. Telling her about the techniques he used and actually practicing them were two different things, and some things are just easier to show rather than tell.  

“Alright, let’s start here.”  

Mindfulness, ironically for somebody outside Scarabina, is important to Vil. Sinking fully into the experience of his daily life, looking at all the colors, enjoying his foods with no screens, or just enjoying the quiet while he removes makeup. His decompress is like a valve that he releases in minutes throughout the day, not hours at the end of it.

“This takes practice. Don’t discourage yourself if you don’t get it every time, eventually it will come more naturally.”  

And it does. Over the months, Yuu feels more productive than ever, even finding time to wonder about her own style. It is a bit embarrassing when Vil enters Ramshackle to use the Guest Room to study and sees her hastily trying to wash off eyeshadow. 

“Oh, spudling, not your color. No, no, here.” He sits, and teaches, a bit harshly at times, but he wouldn’t be Vil if he wasn’t direct. Much like Riddle, he fully believes that people can reach his level, and sees no reason why they shouldn’t. And while Yuu will never be Vil pretty, she certainly feels more beautiful and confident now than she ever has before.  

It isn’t until Vil is reviewing one of his performances that Yuu makes a comment, some offhand remark about the script not quite matching the vernacular expected for the period, that he invites her to sit and review more.  

Yuu doesn’t think it’s anything spectular, it’s kind of obvious, but apparently it wasn’t to the rest of the audience.  

Vil sits at thier usual tea table in the Night Raven Gardens, and slides a ticket over to her.  

“If you have time. I know you recently picked up a few photography jobs in town that would be a shame to miss. Rapport with clients is key, you know.”  

It’s the red-carpet event to a 5th year anniversary movie he did as a child. All glitz and glam, showing just how much they have grown as actors and people since their debuts. It’s a milestone even for Vil, the first and only role where he was played a supporting role that wasn’t a villain or antagonist.  

“What colors are you wearing? I might have something that compliments.” Yuu asks, already going through their mind for anything suitable in Ramshackle.  

“Well,” Vil preens, opening his laptop. “We will just have to buy something together to ensure we match, won’t we? When are you free?” 

It’s so small Yuu almost misses it, but hidden underneath his painted blush is a heated blush, quiet and pink and delighted.  

Floyd Leech

“Floyd, can I ask you a question?”   

Floyd doesn’t even bother looking up from his spot at the table, “Better not be a boring question Shrimpy, or I’ll squeeze ya~” 

“Where do you go to get your shoes repaired?”  

His head snaps up just a bit, left eye brighter than usual.  

“Ace had mentioned that your sole had torn during practice,” Yuu continues, feeling like they have to explain themselves with how intensely he was staring, “But the next day it had been stitched back on like new. There are some fantastic leather boots from the old NRC uniforms that I'd love to use, but I’m trying to find somebody who won’t butcher them or tell me they aren’t repairable just cause there old or out of style, you know?”  

Floyd nods, eyes still searching before ultimately just shrugging his shoulders. “Hmmm...at least it wasn’t boring. Meet at Monstro Lounge at 6 lil’ Shrimpy, bring the shoes!”  

He walks away before Yuu can even say that they have to meet with somebody else, but that really isn’t a possibility when a Leech brother has demanded your attention. Looks like you’ll have to reschedule with Deuce.  

The Monstro Lounge is fairly steady, though Yuu has never seen it slow. Always some sort of deal or exclusive that sets these rich bastards running through the doors, even if it’s just so they don’t have to deal with the lines in the cafeteria or cook their own food.  

Jade waves you in, taking the box from your hands in a gentlemanly manner, and leading you to the side. Floyd is quick to intercept, mumbling a thank you before his long strides leave you almost jogging.  

“Alright, let’s see what we are working with.”  

The dorm is clearly shared between him and Jade. Crisp white walls, a seashell and sea motif on the desk and headboard and some floating shelves that look vaguely like drift wood, exactly what she expected from Octanvinelle. But that’s about all the two sides have in common. Jade’s is organized, of course, but notable is the terrariums on the shelves and a stack of geology books tucked into the corner, along with photos of places he may have been or plans to go.

Floyd’s half is a mess, yes, but it’s organized chaos, like looking at Ace and Deuce’s dorm. High protein snacks are tucked on the shelves, completed 3D puzzles, and...fashion magazines? Huh, he did say that merpeople didn’t really have a reason to wear clothes so land peoples being so obsessed with it would be interesting, especially in different regions or cultures. And the trends are constantly changing. It actually started fitting, the more Yuu thought about it.  

Floyd set the box on the desk, picking up the shoes and bending them this way and that, pressing on the heel or pinches the toe.  

“You’ve taken good care of them,” He says, “The stitches are loose and the nails need to be hammered back in, but the leather is clean and strong. I’d get some new leather laces though, the wax on these has completely frayed from misuse. How old are these?”  

“They're from back when Ezra and the others went to school, but they don’t have a great concept of time.” Floyd raises an eyebrow. “Oh, the ghosts at Ramshackle.”  

“Huh, no wonder it felt like the place was trying to kick us out.” Floyd walks over to the walk-in closet and Yuu has to double take. She would have mistaken the closet for Jade’s! On the left, the clothes are hung neatly on the rack except for the everyday items like the basketball or school uniform which have their own spots hung neatly on the door itself. Below that are clear boxes that seem to hold all sort of tools. Are these hobbies that Floyd has picked up and gotten bored with?

But the right side of the walk in closet is just racks and racks of shoes. Wing tip dress, loafers, even a few kitten heels and red backed stiletos. All perfectly shined and displayed.  

“Floyd, you repair your own shoes?” Yuu taking the box he hands her.

“When you are as tall as me and Jade, you end up having to customize and fix a lot of your own clothes, unless you wanna pay some stupid prices, and standing there while they pin and stuff is boring. I’d rather just do it myself.” He takes out a wicked looking needle and a stand, securing it to the desk with a flick of a lever. “Which pair is your size?”  

“Oh, these.” she says, picking up a pair of loafers and ankle boots. “I can’t afford for you to do this for me Floyd. I don’t have the funds right now.” 

He just leans against the table with a laugh, “Oh, I aint doin’ it for free. Your gonna pay me by letting me keep a pair, specifically those.”

He points to the bottom of the box, a pair of thigh high riding boots from what she can tell.  

“Those are the ones in the worst shape?”  

“Oh, I won’t be able to get them to their original form, but I can lengthen the sole and toe area a bit, add a heel, and have a wicked pair of thighs high stilettos that’ll have even Betta fish jealous~” 

“With your legs, you’d look really good in a skirt.”  

They both blink.  

“Shit, sorry, my mouth ran-” Floyd laughs, something softer than usual.  

“Your damn right Shrimpy.” He smiles, “I do look damn good in a skirt. I prefer dresses though.”  

He takes a seat, motioning for her to take the other side, sets the shoe inside the stand, and starts explaining the process. It doesn’t always make sense but he’s clearly passionate about it.  

This might be a truer version of him, Yuu thinks, seeing him carefully take out a rusted nail to pull out a fresh silver one from an even smaller box. One that isn’t bored or moody, but just...getting able to do something that actually interests him.  

“Hey Floyd. Do you want to go thrifting with me and Kalim on Sunday? I think you’d have some interesting things to say about some of the finds, especially the clothes mart. They literally have a bin of vintage pieces for a dollar a piece.”  

He leans back, and does that smile again. All teeth but his eyes relax, all boyishly charming.  

“You got all the audacity in the world, don’t you?” He chuckles, “I’ll get my shift covered.”  

[luvcozy]

Bringing the Admiral's Lunch 🍜

Request :- Nope

Warnings :- Fluff and cuteness from the boys, Akainu doesn't want to show that he's greatful, Fujitora being the wholesome man that he is T°T, Kizaru is just smitten, Garp being Garp, Aokiji being Aokiji, Bonus character ;)

Plot :- What better way than to visit your partner than to bring them a special lunch you made!

A/N :- Before ANYONE says anything about Green Bull, I have yet to meet him, I'm in Wano but still in the rising climax of it!! (I adore Sasaki to no end oml)

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Akainu

🌋 For starters- yes he's appreciative of you bringing lunch for him, the thing is- he's a grouchy to showing it

🌋 Keeping work and home wildly separated due to how he carries himself at each place, though jokes are shared that he's just as stuck up at home as he is at work

🌋 However you, his loving partner, would say otherwise to his behavior

🌋 Now what exactly had u brought him? A delicious bento that was carefully put together of his favorites along with some interesting shaped rice balls!

🌋 Receiving the meal from you was him being unbelievably stiff, he was at least able to mutter out a thank you, be it sounding begrudgingly-

🌋 The rice balls- they were in the shape of a hound dogs! A play on his code name, adorable and delectable all in one

🌋 The only problem he had with it was when he was trying to eat, alone and in peace, Kizaru had seen the cutesy lunch and wasn't leaving him alone

🌋 Was sure to tell you about the whole ordeal and to let him know next time when you decide to drop by with such a lunch

🌋 If it upsets you he won't really say sorry, but he will invite you to have lunch with him, IF- you promise to not make his lunches so cutesy again

🌋 You don't keep it, he takes lunch one day and next thing you know right in front of Sengoku he sees the same dog rice balls and so does his boss (he never lives it down now)

Kizaru

✨ He's so lax about the whole idea itself, you bringing him lunch? How sweet of you~

✨ He me as someone who isn't really picky about what you bring or pack him, plus you get really excited when you do so, how could he deny you?~

✨ Loves when you come in to see him and bring both yours and his lunch with you

✨ Happily just starts cooing about how you're so sweet to him, pulls you into his lap if he's sat at his desk so you can eat with him

✨ Your hearing his hum of delight every so often, he loves your cooking, if you can't cook he still eats it just to see your happy face

✨ Anytime you bring him lunch you're eating it in either his office, outside at the docks or training grounds, or on a balcony

✨ You theme his lunch? How adorable of you, opening his bento you made while you talk about your day, a languid smile crosses his face

✨ Monkey shaped rice balls, the amount of detail you put into them almost makes him almost not want to eat them

✨ Tries to share the lunch you made him with you even when you have your own, if he sees something he likes he'll ask for a bit and let you pick out of his if you see something you wanna eat too

✨ Y'all feed each other your lunch half the time, along with eating both of each other's lunches, its both your lunches, not just one

Aokiji

🧊 Your walking with Koby, chatting about how your days are when you finally find Aokiji in a lounge room

🧊 He's asleep, per usual, thanking Koby as he heads off to leave you with the ice admiral, thankfully waking him wasn't bad this time

🧊 He's sleepily staring at you while wondering when and how long you've been here, takes forever to sit up, but once he does he's a bit more awake at least

🧊 It was nice to see him while at work, Sengoku was nice about it too, striking up some conversation with you at times

🧊 Aokiji is typically busy, so being able to sit and have lunch with him was a treat in itself, especially with his sleepy voice to add to it

🧊 Eats anything you give him, he doesn't complain about food often, to focused on just eating what ever delectable is in front of him

🧊 Well met with his lunch being themed around penguins, the rice balls were quite the sight and quite the munch too

🧊 Thanking you before, during, and after he eats, he likes his cold foods, but you bringing him his lunch with hot soba? He's keening for the rest of the day

🧊 Is sure to smother you after he eats, his arm around your waist waiting for you to finish yourself before you dragged onto his chest

🧊 He splays out on the couch that seemed to small for him, you nestled into his side, not moving from his grasp as he lazily runs his hand up and down your back, it was a great nap to say the least

Fujitora

☄️ The most damn adorable admiral there is, he's so sweet and kind

☄️ It's hard to not want to help him, he's skilled in his years of being blind, but it's just the both of you not wanting to say no to the other

☄️ Bringing him lunch is always a fun experience, he's shook every time you do, even if he can hear your distinct footsteps it still gets him

☄️ He loves noodles, so instead of making a lunch based around him? You put some elbow grease into making homemade ramen or soba for him

☄️ They say when you loose one sense your others heighten, it's very true for Issho, I mean he can comfortably walk around your flat without his stick sword

☄️ You prep the night before, while making dinner you take a little longer so you can get things ready for tomorrow morning, even slightly avoiding Issho's questions on what you up too

☄️ The work and wait is worth it, meeting him suddenly on his walk, (you had to bribe Kizaru to help you with Sakazuki to even have lunch) he's surprised that your met with his blinded eyes staring back at you as you tell him you brought lunch to enjoy together

☄️ You sit outside under a nice shaded area as you hand the bowl to him and set your own, watching him carefully with a smile as he ate

☄️ God he loves you, bringing him his favorite dish? OH- you made his favorite food? He's smitten, praising you with almost every bite he takes

☄️ Landing a kiss on your forehead with practiced ease, he thanks you tremendously for the meal and promises to return the favor 10 times over, what a big sweetheart he is 💜

Garp

🐶 His sweet sweet partner, how you've tolerated him for so long over the years was beyond most that worked with Garp

🐶 Not to mention how you deal with his appetite, he eats like a bottomless pit, something him and his grandkids all seemed to share

🐶 Being well versed in this over the years, you've had the experience to know that if your bringing him lunch, it's going to be a lot and portioned heartily

🐶 Food is a way to his heart that's for sure, adores your cooking and makes you try what he's eating even if you already have, he just needs you to know how much he enjoys it

🐶 Honey laced buns and bee themed beef rice balls with a massive side of other foods, he has a big smile while he crushes you in a hug and a thank you kiss to your temple

🐶 He's not opposed to sharing the food, but it's rather you that tells him to eat his fill, he does every time, not a thing left behind in his monstrous appetites wake

🐶 Brings the dishes home and does them and any others you used that haven't been washed yet, gotta return the favor somehow with the amazing food you make him

🐶 Your joined by Sengoku when you do bring Garp lunch, the two being friends after all, sometimes you bring him one or feeding into his rice cracker addiction

🐶 Your both typically sat in the dinning hall or his office, he's not really picky about where he eats, but he wants to sit down at some point, so having set places to go to make that a shorter wait

🐶 He returns the favor, brings you lunch at times or invites you out to lunch that he covers the price of, thankfully- the bill runs high normally, but this time it wasn't coming out for your pocket

Bonus

Smoker

🌪️ Another difficult man to take lunch too

🌪️ He's actually very grateful when you bring him lunch, he enjoys it, he doesn't enjoy having his men witness his softness with you

🌪️ Smokers day is typically boring as is, he's surrounded by dunces and constantly keeping an eye on Tashigi's clumsy butt, it takes more of a mental toll than a physical one

🌪️ It's a nice surprise at times when he finds out in his office, food set out on the table while you greet him in

🌪️ Opens both his windows if it's nice out so that he can at least keep one of his cigars lit if he still doesn't have an appetite yet

🌪️ When he does have his appetite hit him, he's putting his cigar out whilst talking to you, unaware of the whole little theme you put into your lunches

🌪️ Sits next to you, planting a kiss to your cheek and a soft thank you meeting your ears before he starts to eat

🌪️ About 2 bites in he finally noticed how the rice balls you made are shaped like Clouds, the more he thought about it was the moment he let an amused snort leaves him

🌪️ Your poking at him and laughing while trying to get him to admit that he enjoyed the spin you took on the lunch

🌪️ Just when you think you've got him, his smile clear and his own challenged look, Tashigi walks in and stumbles upon sight... You're not allowed to bring him lunch for awhile after that

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Till next time, Cozy over and out!~

Tags :- @opheliasadventures1

[woso-dreamzzz]

Munchkin's Halloween

Beth Mead x Vivianne Miedema x Child!Reader

Summary: The ninth of my Halloween-centric fics

"Oh, wow," Viv coos," Look at-"

"No!" You snap quickly," Mama, no!"

"No?"

"Eyes closed!" You order," Not finished!"

Viv laughs, playing along and covering her eyes with your hands.

It had been a surprise for her to come down for the rest of the week but the surprise had worn off at some point during dinner last night when you told Viv she smelt weird and needed to get in the shower after the hours she spent driving down in the car.

You and Beth spent a lot of time at training with Arsenal, up and out of the house for club Halloween before Viv had even woken up this morning.

That's part of the reason why Viv is playing along right now.

Your Halloween costume has remained a mystery to her with the move up to Manchester. Your life is based in London, at least most of the time.

There's already childcare sorted out down here and while you like coming to City training to hang out with the girls, at Arsenal you've got Laura and Lotte and everyone else who you've known since coming home.

London is home and Viv gets that.

It just means she hears more than she sees when it comes to you during the season.

Including what your Halloween costume is.

She's already got a bit of an idea, from Beth not being able to keep a secret and the glimpse she just got before you insisted she close her eyes.

"Myle!" Viv hears you call. "Myle, here! In! In, Myle!"

She smothers her laughter as the yapping of Myle while you scold her.

"Can I open my eyes now, Munchkin?"

"Hmmm," You hum," Eyes closed, Mama. Mummy! Mummy! Muuuummy!"

Viv keeps her hands over her eyes as the soft footsteps of Beth pad over from the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Myle not get in the basket."

Beth laughs a little and there's a bit of a rustle before you finally speak again.

"Kay, Mama! Eyes open!"

Viv's heart swells as she looks at you, all dressed up like Dorothy with Myle in a basket like Toto the dog.

"Look at you," Viv coos," Give me a little twirl!"

"That's what Auntie Lolo say!" You say, delighted as you twirl around," And Auntie Laura say I look good!"

"Well they were right." Viv kneels down in front of you, pulling at your dress and petting Myle's head. "You look so good."

"Mummy-Mummy say that I'm from Wiz' o' Oz."

"Wizard of Oz, that's right," Viv says," You're Munchkin like the munchkins and Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz."

"Everyone was very impressed with her costume," Beth says, coming back into the living room with some snacks and a little bucket with an even smaller pumpkin face on it.

"Ky-Ky gave lots o' sweeties!" You say, rummaging in your little bucket before dumping it all out onto Viv's lap," Yay! Sweeties! Yay!"

Beth very gently takes one of your wildly grabbing hands before you can snatch one of the Haribo packets.

"Only a few, Munchkin. Remember? We share."

"Share!" You repeat," I share!"

With your free hand, you grab a still wrapped piece of taffy and try to shove it into Viv's mouth.

"We share!" You say to Beth, head bobbing up and down just as Myle escapes from the basket, bounding over to sit in your lap. "Myle! We share!"

Viv grabs your second free hand quickly. "How about we don't feed Myle human sweets? We can give her puppy treats."

"Okay! Puppy treats! Puppy treats, Myle!"

You hurry up quickly, nearly tripping over your Dorothy dress on your way to the kitchen.

"I'll go and help her," Beth says with a sigh," Before she tries to climb the counters again. Can you pull up the movies? I've got a few of them lined up."

"We're letting her watch Halloween movies?" Viv says doubtfully, face twisted in disbelief.

"Kid's movies," Beth corrects," Nothing too scary. I checked. Do you know we've never shown her the Wizard of Oz? I thought we could start there."

"Good idea," Viv says," But I feel like the witch could scare her a bit."

Beth grins, flexing her arms jokingly. "You see these guns? I can protect her."

Viv rolls her eyes. "Go and use those guns to help our kid before she tries to break into the chocolate cupboard again. Then we'll see which one of us she wants to protect her from the scary witch."

[lilasamaaa]

Havana | Charles Leclerc & Carlos Sainz x Reader

Genre | Angst, Hurt, Smut.

Word count | 5.0K

Warnings | Sexual content, alcohol consumption, cheating, some gaslighting, heartbreak!!

Summary | Reader and Charles, who've been dating for a few years, go on a trip to Cuba between two races. A few days before leaving, they learn that Carlos and Rebecca will be staying at the same resort. Good news, right? Well, if you forget Carlos and reader's years-long mutual attraction. Inspired by the « She chose me/Did she? » trend on TikTok… with a twist.

Author's note | Lord... This was so filthy I'm sorry. This piece is the result of this poll! Wrote half of this listening to These Walls by Dua Lipa, the other with Never Be The Same by Camila Cabello. Just so you get the mood. Not proofread, sorry!

She had been waiting for these holidays for months.

Since the beginning of the season, she hadn't been able to travel with Charles to any race, having no available days off. She was jealous of the others wags. The influencers. The ones who could rearrange their schedules in the blink of an eye to follow their boyfriends to the other side of the world without thinking about the consequences. But she'd foolishly chosen to pursue studies, foolishly found a job in marketing, foolishly trapped herself without even realizing it. She loved her job. Or at least, that's what she repeated to herself every morning when her alarm went off at 6 a.m. Sharp.

She had followed the start of the season through her TV and phone, and had savored every brief moment Charles had spent in Monaco (which represented, like... twenty days, tops, since the beginning of March). She knew she couldn't complain. That she didn't have the right to. She'd chosen to share her life with a high-level and high-profile athlete, and this situation couldn't obviously be all positive. She knew that other women would have sold their souls to be in her place. To wake up next to Charles, even just once a month. So, she never complained. She endured.

Charles had returned from China two days earlier, and they were heading to Cuba this afternoon, preparing for ten days of pure bliss. She was euphoric. Delighted not to set her alarm for the next day, delighted not to see her boss and colleagues for ten days, delighted to spend time with Charles. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Yet... There was something.

Yesterday night, at the restaurant, as they were making the final preparations, Charles' phone had lit up on the table and the driver had grabbed it, staring at the screen for a few seconds before exclaiming, "Non, j'y crois pas!". She had shot him a questioning look, and her boyfriend had chuckled before saying "Carlos just texted me. Him and Rebecca are staying at the same resort as us in Havana. This is gonna be so cool."

Oh.

She hadn't responded, just smiled, and returned her attention to the plate of pasta in front of her. Carlos was... a friend. Well, it was actually hard to define. He was obviously primarily Charles' friend, but they had crossed paths quite regularly in the past few years, and naturally, they had hit it off. There was just one issue. One tiny thing.

The man drove her crazy. It was ridiculous. Almost humiliating. She had been sharing her life with Charles for four years. She was happy. She was in love! But... She couldn't deny that Carlos made her feel things that Charles never had. Just the thought of acknowledging this made her want to throw up.

She had never acted on her impulses. Absolutely never. But... she could have. She had noticed glances.

It had started one evening at the restaurant, in 2021, when the two Ferrari drivers had organized a double date for their partners to meet. She had immediately loved Isa, with whom she had hit it off right away. The dinner had gone admirably well, the food was amazing, the wine delicious. The wine. There had been too much of it. They all probably thought so, seeing the bottles go by, but no one had stopped. No one wanted to be the one to break the great mood of the evening. So, they’d drank. Again and again.

If at the beginning of the meal, Carlos had just been casting curious glances in her direction, the wine had changed that. By the time Charles was explaining to Isa how they had met, the Spaniard was piercing her with his gaze. Equally intoxicated and never one to back down from a challenge, she had not flinched at the driver's boldness, holding his gaze, not even blinking. It had lasted a minute. Maybe two. Or even five, before Charles had asked her the name of the movie they'd seen on their third date, you know, the one with the mansion, and she’d finally tore her gaze away from Carlos.

"I believe that was Knives Out," she'd replied, smiling fondly at her boyfriend.

The conversation had resumed its course, and a few hours later, the two couples had parted ways. Lying in bed, in the middle of the night, she could still feel Carlos' burning gaze on her. That could have been nothing. She could always blame it on the wine. But there'd been more.

One day, Charles had suggested that she came with him to an interview he was going to do with Carlos. "It won't take long," he had said. "And as soon as it's over, we'll go grab a bite at that Mexican restaurant you love". She had agreed. The questions had started simple.

"What would be your perfect day?"

"What's your pre-race tradition?"

"Describe your ideal woman"

Even though she had been browsing her phone for a while, absorbed by the device, this question had made her look up. Locking eyes with Charles, the driver had smiled at her before answering.

"That's rather easy to answer, because I've already found her. My ideal woman is career-oriented. She works hard, doesn't count her hours. She wants to succeed because she deserves it, not because she's dating me. She excels in everything she undertakes. She sets no limits for herself, fears nothing. Tries everything. She can be uncompromising, but she knows how to be gentle and caring. She has weaknesses, but she only shows them to me. I am her refuge, and she is mine."

She had smiled, touched, blowing a kiss to her boyfriend.

"Carlos?" the interviewer had said.

"My ideal woman..." the Spaniard had started, searching for his words. "Actually, I have the same, erm… taste as Charles. But I would add that my ideal woman isn't afraid to make mistakes. She allows herself to make wrong choices, to take the wrong path. It's okay, she will always find her way back," he had added, looking her straight in the eyes. That bastard can't be for real, she'd thought.

The last... "incident" had occurred at the end of last season. It hadn't been easy, but she had managed to get time off, and she had joined Charles in Abu Dhabi for the last race of the season. Her boyfriend had finished fifth in the championship, and everyone : drivers, engineers, girlfriends, had ended up at the club to celebrate Max's victory.

She wasn't a fan of nightclubs. She was very migraine-prone, and the music, combined with the neon lights, didn't do well with her. Feeling the pain starting behind her eyes, she had signaled to Charles that she was going outside, and despite his insistence, she had convinced him to stay inside, wanting him to enjoy the evening. In the dark corridor leading outside, she had closed her eyes for a second. No more. Just to relieve the pain for a moment. And she had bumped into someone, of course.

The someone being Mister Sainz himself. Of course.

"I'm sorry," she'd said, still rubbing her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Just a migraine."

"Here," he'd said, leading her outside. "Let's get some calm."

She was surprised to see no one outside. Granted, it was already late, almost 4 a.m., and many people had left the club already. But still, she'd expected to see a few people. Smokers, at least...

"Charles fought well," Carlos had said, leaning against a wall.

"Yeah. He'll be champion one day."

"Of course," the Spaniard had say, grinning. "He'll have the cup." A pause. "And the girl."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she'd replied, pretending not to understand.

"Everything Charles wants, Charles gets."

She wasn't in the mood for this. Not tonight. Even if she found it hard to meet the Spaniard's gaze. Even if feeling his eyes on her made her shiver. Even if she could feel her lower abdomen tighten every time the driver's smooth voice reached her ears.

"Maybe everything Charles has, Charles fought for," she had replied.

"Oh yeah? Is that the secret?" Carlos had asked, coming closer.

"There's no secret."

"Do you want me to fight for you?" he had added, so close that she could feel his breath on her neck.

"You must have misunderstood," she'd said, finally meeting his gaze. "I'm talking about the championship."

Carlos had let out a laugh. An ironic, mocking laugh. Disappointed, almost. A laugh that meant "You and I understood each other perfectly well, but you won't dare go further". And she hadn't dared. Casting one last glance, she had gone back inside, leaving him alone under the stars of Baku.

She hadn't seen him since. Good riddance.

"I still can't believe it," Charles had said, yesterday night, taking a spoonful of his tiramisu. "At least, you won't be alone when I go golfing. I haven't seen much of Rebecca, but she seems very nice. I'm sure you two will get along well."

"So that's it? Our romantic vacation just turned into a friend's getaway?" she'd asked, almost offended.

"No, of course not. I'm sorry, mon coeur. We'll spend as much time together as possible, but... it could be nice to do a thing or two with them, right? I thought you loved Carlos."

The sentence had overwhelmed her with guilt.

"I like Carlos. I loved Isa, though," she'd answered, pouting, while Charles looked at her with soft eyes.

"Yeah, I know. But we have to come to terms with the fact that we won't see Isa again. Or, at least, not with Carlos." the driver had said, rising from his seat. "I'll pay, will you wait for me outside?"

Three days and three flights later, she's sitting at the hotel restaurant table, facing Carlos, wondering what Charles could have possibly misunderstood in her request a few days earlier. We'll spend as much time together as possible, yeah, right, she thinks, clearly annoyed.

"It's a pleasure to officially meet you, Rebecca," Charles says, giving the model a big smile. "Carlos must only have eyes for you, because I hear about you every other day."

She chokes on her drink. The whole table looks at her.

"Sorry," she says. "Ice cubes."

The conversation resumes, Rebecca proving to be very interesting. And apparently very much in love with Carlos, she thinks as she watches the blue-eyed blonde. She doesn't like the pinch she feels in her heart. She doesn't even want to put a name on it. It doesn't matter.

"I'm so happy that you’re here," Rebecca says after a while. "I can't wait to spend more time with you all," she finishes with a big smile.

"Yeah. Can't wait," Carlos says, turning his gaze away from Rebecca's eyes. Finding hers.

The following days pass without incident. Charles divides his day between the hotel pool, the golf course, and their bed, where they make love several times a day. If for some time she had the feeling that they were less close, everything seems forgotten under the Cuban sun.

One day, while she was riding Charles particularly loudly, the driver's hands digging into her hips in a deliciously painful way, someone had knocked on their bedroom door. Surprised, they had stopped suddenly, like teenagers caught red-handed, before Charles had jumped out of bed, grabbing a towel on the go.

"You're not actually going to open the door, are you?" she had asked, hidden under the sheets, with only her head out.

"You never know, what if it's urgent... Like... A fire?" her boyfriend had replied before opening the door.

It very obviously hadn't been urgent, and she had felt like dying of embarrassment when she'd seen Carlos's smug face on the other side of the door. He'd quickly glanced past Charles to look at her. Very obviously naked.

"Sorry to interrupt," he'd said, accent thick, licking his lips. "We had agreed to meet ten minutes ago to go play tennis."

"Did we? Oh my god, I'm sorry," Charles had said, closing the door behind him, running to the bathroom to change. Ten minutes later, both of them had left and she’d found herself alone in the room. Hot and bothered.

In the evening, to make up for leaving her alone all day, a very tanned Charles had invited her to a fancy restaurant in Havana, before taking her dancing. She had loved that night, so close together in the anonymity of the Cuban capital. She would have liked to prolong the festivities, to pick up where they had left off, but as soon as they'd returned to the room, Charles had laid down "for five minutes," and had been snoring ever since.

A faint knock echoes against the door of the room, and she gets up discreetly, careful not to wake Charles.

"You've got to be kidding me..." she starts, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Are you sleeping in front of our door or something?" she spits out, annoyed to find herself facing the Spaniard for the second time today.

"Charles forgot this," he says, handing her a towel. A towel with the hotel logo. What is she supposed to do with that? There are plenty of them in the closets. She stares at him intensely, arching a brow. Making no move to retrieve the towel.

"Can I come in?" he finally asks after a few seconds.

Without a word, she steps aside, revealing the room, and the bed where Charles is still snoring.

"Wow," Carlos says, walking into the room, laughing. "He's fucking knackered. I might have gone a bit hard on him this afternoon."

"What did you do?" she asks, clearly unamused.

"Nothing special. Made him run a bit." he replies, smirking. "I'm so sorry if you'd planned to finish what you'd started earlier," eyes boring into hers.

"You're a little shit," she says, disappearing into the bathroom.

She thought he would take the hint. Understand that his presence was no longer desired. In the bathroom, she takes off her earrings in front of the mirror, the door to the bedroom wide open, when the Spaniard appears behind her.

"Are you happy with him?" he asks, leaning against the door frame.

"What kind of fucked up question is that?" she snaps, turning to face him.

"A simple one," Carlos says, eyeing her intensely.

"What are you even doing here?" she asks, turning once again to grab her hairbrush from the countertop. "Shouldn't you be fucking your girl or something?"

Her hate-filled sentence makes him pause for a moment, seeking her gaze in the mirror. Faced with his silence, she lifts her head, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

"I had other plans," he states.

"Well, go fuck someone else then," she says, vehemently brushing her hair. She doesn't realize what she's said until the driver presses his chest against her back, gently pinning her against the countertop. She lets go of the brush, holding the surface with both hands, trying to regain composure. His mouth slides along her neck, making her whole body shiver. He's still watching her in the mirror as he gently bites her earlobe with his teeth.

"You're the nastiest person I've ever met," she says, letting a moan escape her lips as the driver slides his hands under her top.

"I've been dreaming of this for years," he says, running his fingers up along her stomach. "Morals be damned."

In the mirror, she casts a glance at Charles, still asleep on the bed. She can't do this. She's not like that. She's never cheated on any of her partners, let alone him. He doesn't deserve that, she thinks, closing her eyes as Carlos licks her neck.

"We can't do this to Charles," she says, panting. "To Rebecca."

"Rebecca will be gone by dawn if you ask," Carlos replies, gripping her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"What about him?" she breathes, eyes sliding down his lips. "I can't do it, Carlos. I love him."

"Do you?" he asks, still holding her chin. "Say it one more time, and I swear I won't kiss you. I'll go back to my room and pretend nothing ever happened. We can even share breakfast in the morning, all four of us."

"I..." she stutters, closing her eyes.

"I'm about to do something incredibly reckless. I just need you to tell me if you're okay with it."

She doesn't reply. She just looks into his eyes, and crosses the distance between them. Their mouths collide violently, and both moan in unison, desperately clinging to each other. Her hands get lost in his hair, running along his scalp before pulling at the roots, eliciting a growl from him. He kisses her, biting her lips, encircling her face with his hands. His hands. His hands are everywhere. In her hair, on her back, on her butt. She feels like he's touching her everywhere at once, and his touch... His touch is burning, awakening things she's never felt. With anyone. She feels like molten lava. Like electricity.

He doesn't waste a second. He's too scared she'll snap out of it, change her mind. In one swift motion of the arm, he picks her up, sitting her down on the countertop, spreading her legs with his own body. His lips never leave her : he's exploring her neck, her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead, anything to get a taste of her.

He's afraid that he'll only have her that one time. That he'll have to live forever in the memory of that night. So he memorizes everything. The beauty mark at the corner of her mouth. The one on her neck. The fine white scar above her eyebrow. The tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, the ones she earned through years of hearty laughter. He sniffs her, almost like an animal, absorbing her perfume until his head spins. He's so desperate, so pathetic for her, and he would probably be embarrassed by his own behavior if she weren't doing the same on her side. Her fingers trace every vein in his arms, every muscle in his back. She runs her tongue over his teeth, bites his lips, tugs at his hair as if she wanted to keep a lock of it in a necklace.

So far, they had just been kissing. Something she would have a very hard time justifying to Charles, but which could be ruled as a... distasteful accident. But as Carlos grabs her top, making her raise her arms in the air to take it off, immediately going for her breasts, she knows it's too late. That there will be no turning back. She's panting now, and over the shoulder of the Spaniard, as his mouth finds one of her nipples, she steals a glance at her boyfriend. Sound asleep. Unaware.

Carlos continues his descent, lower and lower, tracing a path with his tongue from her breasts to her belly button and down to her lower abdomen. Urgently, almost savagely, he tears off her floral skirt and her thong with both hands in one harsh movement, throwing them on the floor. He's been so impatient, so hurried all this time that when he finally kneels before her, her entire body tenses, bracing for impact.

But the impact doesn't happen.

Not yet. Carlos softly plants kisses on her pubic mound. On the insides of her thighs. On her knees. Anywhere but where she needs him the most.

"Please," she begs, breathless. "Please don't make me wait."

"I've been waiting for four years," he replies, looking at her through his long lashes, amber eyes diving into hers, "You'll survive a few more seconds."

When his mouth finally meets her core, she tilts her head back, moaning. He's slow. So deliberately slow. For years, she's driven him crazy, obsessing over every thought of hers. His revenge is childish. Immature. He's not proud of it, but he wants to drive her insane. To see her lose her mind because of him, just for once. She's having none of it, bucking her hips until his nose gets lost in her folds and finally, he snaps. Grabbing her by the ass, he brings her impossibly closer, lapping, nibbling, biting, even. Her back is pressed against the mirror, one leg over his shoulder, the other hanging down. She's closing her eyes, covering her mouth. Her moans. Praying that Charles hears nothing. Sees nothing.

With the tips of her toes, she finds his groin. Her touch is so soft. Barely there. His response is immediate, and she feels his growl reverberate through her entire core. Continuing his assault, his fingers join his mouth as he circles her clit before inserting one inside of her. Then two. He's watching her, somehow getting harder every time she moans, every time she tugs at his hair.

"I need you," she says between two breaths. "I don't know how much time we have, and I... I need to feel you inside."

He could have passed out right here, just hearing those words leave her lips. He rises, capturing her lips again, while she takes hold of his t-shirt, stripping it off. And then, they hug. Their skins are burning with desire, but there's nothing sexual here. For a few seconds, they stay like that, absolutely silent. Clinging to each other. The embrace tears them both apart. It's almost violent, suffocating, the way all those what's ifs, we could haves and others if only we'd knowns fill the room in those few seconds. The hug is heavy with things that'll never be. Things that'll never leave this embrace. This room. Feeling something wet reach his shoulder, Carlos pulls back. She's crying.

He seizes her lips again, yet this kiss feels so different from the previous ones. It's no longer a kiss of lust, of desire. It's a farewell kiss. He knows it. She knows it too.

Her hands crawl along his chest until they reach the button of his pants, which she pops open with a flick of expert fingers. He helps her remove the garment, which also falls to the ground, along with all the others. In this room, in this Cuban hotel, they are finally completely naked, pressed against each other. He kisses her again, intoxicated by her, her scent, her taste, while his hand finds his cock, stroking it gently. He's so lost in her, he almost doesn't notice her own hand chasing his, stroking him softly. And then, in a new kiss, he presses against her before entering her.

For a few moments, neither of them moves. He, concentrating like never before to not finish there and now. She, accepting the idea that another man than Charles has taken her, and that nothing will ever be the same again. Charles, she thinks, glancing towards the bedroom where her boyfriend has turned over, still asleep, but facing them. He's so close. So close to opening an eye and seeing his girlfriend and his teammate pressed against each other, forehead to forehead. Skin to skin. She's still looking at Charles when Carlos begins to move inside her, holding her tightly in his arms, pressing their chests together in an incredibly sensual motion.

"Tell me what you like. Tell me anything and I'll do it," he says, thrusting softly into her. "I want you to remember this. To remember me."

"I want you to make love to me as if I were yours."

It stings. It stings so fucking much, because the phrase reminds him that she doesn't belong to him. It stings because she's not entirely Charles' anymore, yet she'll never be entirely his either. From this night on, she'll be condemned to wander between them, to float between their desires, their loves. No matter how tightly he holds onto her, no matter how tight she feels around him, he'll never call her his. He obeys nevertheless, quickening his pace, capturing her lips.

His movements are precise, surgical. He feels her contracting around him, and the sensation drives him wild. Her hands are around his neck, seeking balance, support. His pace intensifies even more when he realizes something.

"Say my name," he asks, panting.

She knows why he asks for it, why he needs to hear it, so she doesn't question him.

"Carlos," she says, kissing him. "You're making me feel so good."

And it's true. In a way, it has nothing to do with his movements, with his skills as a lover. All those that he very surely possesses, but are only secondary tonight. It goes beyond that. It's about their connection. With each thrust, Carlos floods her with love, adoration, longing, with so many sensations that leave her feeling deliciously overwhelmed. He doesn't need to say it. Yet, in one thrust, one harsher than the others, he does.

"I love you", he breathes against her skin.

"I know," she says, holding his jaw with one hand, making him look at her, their lips brushing. "I've loved you all this time," she whispers back.

Her revelation must unlock something within him because suddenly, he lifts her, pressing her against the bathroom wall opposite from the sink, as she lets out a surprised cry, feeling him deeper than before. His thrusts resume, stronger, more aggressive. It's a good thing he's holding her as if his life depended on it, because everything is too much : the sensation of his body against hers, their feelings laid bare, the sounds he makes... Her head suddenly feels light, and she rests it in the crook of his neck as he continues to take her so deliciously.

She comes back to herself when she feels something stir in the pit of her stomach, something that takes her breath away.

"Carlos..." she starts.

"Tell me, baby," he replies, biting her ear. "Tell me everything."

"I'm feeling... I don't know... I'm feeling so, so good" she says, incoherent.

"Are you close?" he asks, still pouding into her.

"I've never felt anything like this," she says, panting. "Anything like you."

Then, everything explodes.

She can't hold back her scream, not caring about anything anymore, not even Charles, a few feet away. She's clinging to her lover, scratching his back. Trying to catch her breath. She clenches around him so tightly that he loses control, spilling into her in three thrusts, grunting.

"Give it to me, Carlos," she says. "I can take it. I can take you."

"Mi amor," he says, out of breath. "You're killing me," he adds, still thrusting into her, shooting some more ropes of cum into her cunt while groaning. "Te amo, te amo, te amo," he says, kissing her face.

The two bodies collapse on the floor, against the wall, nestled together in the intimacy of the small bathroom. She shivers, and he grabs a towel to wrap around her. Neither of them says a word. What is there to say, after all? Here, between these four tiled walls, they've already said everything. Shown everything. They've never been closer to each other. They've never been closer to anyone else. They'll probably never experience something like that ever again.

A few steps away from them, a sound of crumpled bedding alerts both of them.

"Babe?" comes Charles' sleepy voice, as their blood turn cold and she rises up impossibly fast to close the bathroom door, wobbling a bit, legs still weak after her orgasm.

"Go back to sleep, baby", she says loudly. "I'm just taking a shower."

There's no response, so after a few seconds, she opens the door again, seeing that Charles has fallen back asleep. Mouth slightly open.

"You have to go," she states, turning back to face Carlos, still sitting on the floor. Carlos stands up, and both of them dress in a heavy silence before quietly tip-toeing across the room. Once in the empty hallway, she gently closes the door of the room she shares with her boyfriend before letting out a breath. He knows what's coming. Something breaks in his eyes, and she feels her heart shatter.

"I meant everything," she says, head low. "I meant every word, every kiss. I'll forever regret the night we just shared, but not in the way you might think. I will regret for the rest of my life ever experimenting this happiness with you and having to let go of it. I love you, Carlos, like I've never loved anyone. That's why we shouldn't see each other again."

His dark eyes bore into hers, almost threateningly.

"Why?" he asks, raising his voice, and she winces, terrified that, on the other side of the door, Charles might wake up again. "Why stop yourself from being happy? Why give up on me?"

"I found a ring," she confesses, struggling to meet his gaze. "In his suitcase. He's going to propose to me, Carlos."

"If that's what it takes to have you forever, let me do it before him," he says, dropping to one knee as she looks away, tears welling up in her eyes. One more thing he'll have taken from Charles, she thinks. He'll forever be the first man to ever kneel before me. And he'll never even know this.

"Please, get up," she says, her voice trembling with a sob.

He does, and when he looks at her again, his eyes are filled with tears.

"Good night, Carlos," she says, taking a step back, holding the door knob to her room. She's gone in an instant, leaving him alone in the poorly lit hallway at half past three in the morning. Her scent all over his skin, her words all over his mind, her grip all over his heart.

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Part five?

HI it's been six months! Um. I'm sorry. I got busy, and then depressed, and people died, and no one cares we just want pregnant robots lmao. Here's parts one, two, three, and four.

This is where we reeeaaally start deviating from the movie, but, well. You guys voted for it, so you can't be mad!

When D-16's optics blink open again, the first thing he notices is how bad he doesn't feel. He gives a sleepy sigh of relief, and snuggles closer to the warm body beneath him. Finally, finally, the nausea has gone. His belly isn't cramping and throbbing anymore. It's definitely still a bit sore, but nowhere near as bad as before. Orion has one servo braced on his abdomen, thumb rubbing against the expanse in gentle, lazy strokes.

Dee looks up. “You're awake?”

Orion gives him that silly, lopsided smile that he loves so much. “Yeah… y'know, you talk in your sleep?”

“Wha-” he whacks one hand into his chassis. “I do not!”

“You do!” Orion crows, looking delighted. “You mumble while you dream, and-”

“Paaax!” he protests, covering his face with one servo. “No I don't!”

“It's cute!” Orion insists with an impish snicker, darting down to peck his forehelm. “You're cute when you're asleep. And when you're flustered-”

Dee whacks him again. “You're the worst!”

“Aww, come on! You love meee!”

Hiding his face against his chassis, Dee allows himself a gooey smile. Primus, but he does. “Yeah…” he whispers, closing his optics again to listen to the soothing pulse of Orion's spark. He can hear it, distantly, and feel it too, gently thrumming beneath his cheek. Peace sweeps through him, and he pressed a tender, absent-minded kiss to the red plating beneath his face. “I do.”

Orion's vocalizer makes a soft creaky noise, and Dee looks up at him questioningly. “...what?”

“I just-!” He looks giddy, and breathless. “I just really like hearing you say that!”

They share a laugh, and settle into a comfortable quiet again. They murmur back and forth to each other, occasionally, but for the most part they lie there and lazily cling to each other in sleepy contentment. Nearly half a megacycle passes before D-16 heaves a sigh.

“...we should probably go back.”

“Yeah,” Orion grunts and slowly starts to push them up, taking great care to steady his partner and ensure his stability. He climbs up to his pedes, helping D-16 up, before he blows out a tense breath, and says, “Ready?”

“As I'll ever be.”

They make their way back to the main cavern hand in hand, where Alpha Trion is telling some sort of story to Elita and B-127.

“-cracked beneath her great Forge, and when the land split, geysers of molten metal sprung forth. It rushed across the land, and- oh?” The old mech gives them a warm smile as they return, and beckons them further. “Do you feel well again, little one?”

“...better, anyway,” Dee is looking anywhere but at him. His whole face feels hot, having to think about what they just did. “You were, um. Right. You were right. I- I did need- I mean-”

He makes an embarrassed noise and claps both servos over his face. Alpha Trion chuckles good naturedly.

“Good…” he nods. “Good. Come here.”

They draw nearer, and Bee eagerly pats the ground next to him. He's sitting cross legged for the story, while Elita is perched on a nearby rock with her elbows on her knees. She immediately jumps up to offer D-16 her spot, backing up to let Orion help him sit down. “I'm fine, I've got it!” he tries to shoo the other off, but Orion is insistent. Just in case.

Once they're all settled, Alpha Trion's face takes on a sad quality. “Children… your transformation cogs,” they'd yet to have the chance to address it. He looks directly at D-16 as he continues. “You are in grave danger without it.”

Dee feels his spark stutter fearfully. Oh, what now?!

The old mech goes on to explain: without a cog, he will not be able to bear his sparkling. His gestation tank won't be able to shift into the proper position, and his valve won't be able to open. He'd have to deliver via cesarean, and if they didn't have a capable surgeon at the time, it could quickly turn fatal.

The news hits D-16 like a striking meteor. His optics grow wider than they ever have, and he can feel his core temperature dropping as the realization sets in. “What?!” the exclamation comes out strangled. He didn't know that! He- He still hasn't decided, hasn't had time to decide, b-but if he can't have this sparkling without having to be cut open, then-!

“Woah woah, wait, what?!” Orion is immediately there with a protective hand on his shoulder. “Why didn't you say something earlier?!”

“How long til he delivers?” Elita demands next. “We- We can get him back in time! Dr. Ratchet, he knows how to do surgery, right? He can do it-”

Alpha Trion shakes his helm gravely. “Peace, little ones, and listen,” his expression grows discontent as his gaze sweeps over them, lingering on the empty holes in their chests. “No child of Primus is born without a cog. Our Holy Mother creates each of us alike-”

“We were born like this!” Dee snarls, both servos clamped onto the side of his helm in stress. “This hole's been empty since the day I came online!”

Alpha's face slides from a frown to an angry grimace. “You were not born this way. Your transformation cogs, they were taken from you.”

B-127 gasps. “No! N-No way, no one could- no one is that evil-!”

The miserable truth sends them all spiralling into further despair.

“...I'm gonna die,” D-16 whispers in horror, lips trembling as he looks up at Orion with hollow, horrified optics. “I- I'm gonna die- I'm gonna die-! W-We're both gonna die-!”

“How could he?! Before we were even alive!”

“How long, h-how long- it's been 4- no, 5- 6? How long have we been out here, how much time do we have-”

“Children!” Alpha Trion's voice booms throughout the cavern, and they all snap to attention. Staring up at him with tearful, sparkbroken, terrified optics. “Calm yourselves. I will remedy this.”

He raises his arms, and once again, the wind billows in from nowhere. The magic sands of knowledge raise and swirl at his command. The four younglings scoot closer together, unsure of what to expect: another vision? Another Prime from beyond the grave? What is he-?

“PRIMA!” He calls. “MICRONUS!” His sands rush over their bodies, gently caressing his fallen siblings. They bear him no resentment for taking that which they can no longer use, delicately plucking their long-dormant cogs from their chests. “ALCHEMIST! ONYX!”

“Hear me, children. It is not your cogs that make you cybertronians, but your sparks. So long as they pulse and guide you onward, the future is yours to sculpt and pursue. I grant you these as I see noble character in all of you, just as I saw in my siblings. Take these, make use of them, and we will change the world as one. They are one, you are one… all are one.”

The surge of energy as the t-cog enters his body is unlike anything D-16 has ever felt before. It blazes bright and hot in his chest, electricity thrumming through him with all the force of a sonic boom. It rattles his teeth and he gasps as his whole body moves. It stretches, it shifts, plates folding outwards to expand in ways he never imagined. He's lifted off the ground, weightless before the God of Knowledge's powerful gift, and as his body transforms he begins to feel lighter. So much lighter. So many internal components and pieces of himself that had been packed away, tucked tightly and folded in on themselves. Miners were stocky and small, able to wiggle through small spaces and able to take quite a bit of punishment considering how much weight they had in their tiny frames. He feels his gyros spinning, feels pieces rotating and clicking into place, feels his entire being upgraded and reworked and rearranged, and when his pedes touch the ground again, he has never felt better.

“Woah…!” the word comes out riding on an audible breath of wonder, and he hesitantly pats at himself. Touching his chassis, his arms–they look shiny and new!

“Wait-!” Orion sounds strangled, his voice creeping higher and higher in a joyous, disbelieving crescendo. “W-We can- you gave us…?!”

“AHA! Look at this!” B-127 throws his arms into the air, smacking one hand into his chest. “I'm not empty anymore! Guys, guys, check it out! I'm not empty anymore!”

“This feels amazing!” Elita spins around, her arms outstretched, hopping from foot to foot to test her balance. A wide, unguarded smile stretches on her face. She's always been light on her feet, but now! Oh, Primus! She feels like she could do anything! Fight a predacon! Climb Mt. Helix! Run across the entirety of the hydrax plateaus! Anything! Everything!

Orion throws both arms around D-16 and squeezes him tight. “You're gonna be ok!” He cheers, grabbing his face in both hands and pressing a long kiss to his mouth, complete with a, “Mm-wah!” sound. “Oh, thank goodness, I was so worried- oh!” He whirls back toward Alpha Trion. “Thank you! Thank you! A hundred thousand times, thank you!”

“Oh yes! Thank you sir!”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou you are like, my hero!” 

“Thank you so much!”

Their exuberant gratitude makes him smile. “You are very welcome, little ones. Now-”

A sudden explosion rocks the cavern, and all four of them yelp. Alpha Trion frowns and raises his helm. “Sentinel.”

“They found us?!” Bee yelps. “B-But how- what do we-”

“Come, quickly!” In one fluid movement the Prime has grabbed B-127 under the arm and D-16 in the other, rushing across the cavern to one of its many tunnels. “Children, come! Run!”

“Wha- hey!” Dee struggles as he's carted along, set on his feet in a corridor they've not explored yet. “What're you- why are we running?! We hafta fight back-”

“No,” he pushes Elita and Orion after him, all but mechhandling the three of them along. “You are with spark, my child. You should not be anywhere near active combat, and it will become combat if they reach us. Now run!”

The quartet obey him as one, turning to flee down the tunnel. There's weaponfire behind them, Alpha Trion collapsing the entrance so they cannot immediately be followed. Despite their head start, he catches up with and then surpasses them quickly, swift and powerful strides as he takes the lead. He seems to know the path, somehow, weaving into side-tunnels and ducking through darkened caverns. The sounds of their pursuers become duller, and eventually vanish all together. They don't stop though, not until natural light finally appears in the distance.

Before they step outside, Alpha Trion stops them. Listens intently, then nods and beckons them forward. Thick crystal foliage is carefully swept out of the way by their guardian, giving them a full look at the landscape. 

“Oh…”

“My…”

“Allspark…!”

They thought they had seen everything that could take their breath away. They had passed through the singing crystalline swamps with its reflective, glass-like springs. They'd scaled mountains and seen the world from on high, glinting beautifully all the way to the horizon. They'd seen all manner of fanciful beasts, from the timid dipole-does to the accelotls that launched themselves at high velocity to catch prey. They'd seen the sunset stain the sea of rust such a vibrant orange it looked like an endless lake of fire. But this!

Before them stretches an enormous valley, a huge bowl carved into the land and surrounded by gleaming mountains. Tall, thin spires of bismuth jut into the sky, bigger and grander than any skyscraper, reflecting in rainbows carved of millions, billions of interlocking squares and cubes. In the center of the valley stretches the tallest peak of all, with what looked to be a glowing pink river flowing over the edge in two massive, parallel twin waterfalls that leave rainbows arching off of them in their billowing clouds of mist.

And that's not even the most impressive part!

Standing proudly at the central peak, even from so far away they can see it. A building, gleaming silver and gold like a beacon that was impossible to miss.

“Come,” Alpha Trion says. “We must hurry. They still pursue us.”

“Woah woah, wait a second! Are you crazy?!” Elita is frowning. “The quintessons are still out there and so are Sentinel's goons! There's no way they won't find us there!”

“They may,” he nods. “But they will not reach us within those walls.”

“How can you be so sure?!”

“Because,” here, he smiles a bittersweet, nostalgic smile. “It is my sister's temple.”

The descent up the slope is a lot easier than anticipated, on account of the spiral stairs carved into the mountain. They're crafted of the same rainbow metal, but it has somehow been smoothed out and cleared of any blemishes to make perfect symmetrical steps, leading all the way up. They're connected to a bridge that crosses behind the two waterfalls, and the cool mist feels wonderful on their sun-heated plating.

When they arrive at the temple, all four have their mouths hanging open. It's impossible not to, for the building is a work of art. Huge, chiselled quartz pillars frame the walk to the main door, holding up soaring ceilings, open air atriums, and pavillions. Carved of platinum, everywhere they look is gleaming and ethereal. The grand double doors are carved with countless glyphs of praise and prayer alike, and above them in a block of gilded gold even taller than they are, Solus Prime's sigil is displayed proudly.

“...is it really ok for us to…?”

“All are welcome to claim sanctuary in the Temples, little one,” he assures them. “My siblings and I leave our Houses open for all.”

He raises his servo and raps his knuckles against the doors thrice, and within only a few seconds they creak and open inwards. They're on hinges, actual hinges, and as they slowly reveal the interior, light and music pour forth from within.

“Ye-?”

There's a noise reminiscent of a squeaky toy being stomped on, and the tiniest bot they've ever seen drops to her knees in the doorway. She's a minicon, probably no more than 6 feet tall, with a dual pointed crest on her helm and big, round kibble mounted on either shoulder. On her chassis there is emblazoned the proud symbol of Solus. Both servos are tented over her nose and mouth, tears in her optics as she wheezes in disbelief, “L- Lord Alpha Trion…?!”

“Acolyte Pallas,” he nods in greeting. “May we come in?”

Her stunned gaze flits downwards from his face, and she finally notices the four younglings peeking out from behind him. Her optics pop wide, and she gasps. “Why have you brought CHILDREN out here?! Ohmystars, get inside! All of you, right now!” She darts out and whacks at Orion's ankles, making him stumble back in surprise. “Come on, move those pedes! Inside, where it's safe, now! Vite! Vite! Move it, younglings!”

They're practically marched inside at her behest, and only after the doors have closed and given off a soft blue glow does the stranger heave a sigh and set one servo on her chassis.

“Is anyone injured?” That's the first thing she asks. “When was the last time you've eaten? My Lord, w-welcome back, oh- JOYRIDE! Moonrise! Prepare an offering at once! Twister, run a hot bath! Dipole, bring energon, quickly!”

There's about half a dozen femmes of varying frametypes and alt modes milling around, though immediately running off to carry out her orders despite her diminutive size. No one argues, and they all look just as shocked by their arrival as she does.

The central foyer is beautiful, marble floor and more carved pillars, but everywhere you look there is art on display. Vases and pottery, paintings and murals, tapestries and sculptures, constructed of every medium and color imaginable. The ceiling soars high above them, so tall surely even Megatronus Prime could have strode through easily. The fine centerpiece of the grand entryway is an intimately made statue, carved of gold. Solus Prime's likeness is captured perfectly, down to the tiniest detail, her fingers and face crafted with devoted, loving hands that had likely spent decades or even centuries on their project. She looks gallant, and radiant, her holy Forge hefted high and proud upon her shoulder, face set in a gentle smile that could really only be described as ethereal. She's breathtaking.

“My Lady…?” At the statue's feet, there is an altar, before which the Acolyte has knelt. She's spread her arms out low and wide, face tilted back and parallel to the ceiling. “Your Holy Brother of Knowledge lives, and has come to your House safely. I thank you for this blessing, and swear unto you that I will aid him in whatever he requires. Blessed I am to bask in your presence, and blessed I am to serve you. Til all are one.” She clasps her servos and folds over onto herself, til her forehelm touches the floor. She holds the position for several seconds before rising, beckoning them closer with an insistent crook of her finger. “Come here, children. Where are your manners? Greet the Lady of this temple and thank her for her sanctuary.”

As it turns out, the Acolyte of Solus Prime is a stickler for rules and propriety. Only after they've said their thanks at her altar does she bring them further in. They're filthy after so long in the wilderness, both from the trip to the Grave of the Primes, and then the mad dash through the mountainous caverns. They're treated to a warm bath and fresh fuel, and afterwards?

“Yes, of course we will watch over him.” The minicon agrees immediately to Alpha Trion's request.

There was no time to waste. With the use of their new alt modes, the return trip to Iacon could be completed in only a few days. But…

“You can't just leave me here!” D-16 protests, both arms wrapping around his middle. “What about-?! What if I- what if it- I have to come! I wanna be there, I want to help!”

“Now slow your roll, sailor,” the minicon gives him a very stern look. “You're 7 decacycles into carrying. Look at you, your belly's already starting to show!”

“I- huh?!” He glances down at himself, patting and feeling–and sure enough, his abdomen has the slightest curve to it. He hadn't noticed, what with all the craziness of his form changing, and probably wouldn't have noticed for a while if she hadn't pointed it out. It's barely there, but as he sweeps his servos over it, he can detect the ever-so-slight curve. “Wha- so?”

“So you shouldn't be transforming!” she scolds him. “Don't they teach you kids anything? Honestly,” she mumbles several very un-godly curses beneath her breath, directed at who he can only assume is Sentinel. “Once your gestation tank's moved forward enough it's sticking out like that, you shouldn't be transforming at all if you can help it. It's bad for the sparkling, and it's bad for you.”

“And even if it weren't,” one of the priestesses speaks up. Ion, Dee thinks her name is. “They will likely face combat. The false Prime will try to stop them with force. Being struck even once in the wrong place can cause a miscarriage.”

D-16's optics get very wide, and he shares a frightened look with Orion. His dearest friend looks pained, and scared.

“...Dee,” he says, very softly. “I think-”

“No! No no no, not you too!” he despairs. “Don't you gang up on me too, Pax. I can't just sit here and do nothing!”

“Resting and keeping your sparkling safe is not nothing,” Pallas scolds him, hopping out of her chair and clambering onto the table they're all seated around. She marches over to look him in the optic, arms folded. “Now you listen here, youngling. So long as that baby spark is connected to yours, your only duty is to protect them. That is every parent's duty. Babies like you shouldn't be having babies–I swear, with my Lady as my witness, if I ever see that mech I will castrate him for putting his servos on you–but unless you opt to invoke our Lord Onyx Prime and surrender them, you are staying here. End of discussion.”

“But-!”

“End. Of. Discussion. Don't make us have to tranquilize you, kiddo. I'd rather not have to.”

The look on her face tells him that she isn't joking. The cranky old bat definitely seems the type to whip out tranq darts from nowhere, and none of her priestesses look even slightly amused by her threat. They all appear dead serious, as does Alpha Trion.

“...what about, th-the… um-” his cheeks start to tinge softly blue. He glances downwards, still palming his belly. He trusted Orion, he loved Orion. Having Orion donate transfluid to him was fine, but if he left, then- then he'd have to-!

“Woah, hey, Dee,” a warm servo descends onto his shoulder and startled him out of the panic he didn't even notice creeping up on him. Orion is suddenly right there, offering a warm embrace to melt into. Dee grabs onto him, feeling helpless and scared and miserable. “It's ok, ok? No one's gonna touch you, alright? I promise, I won't let ‘em.”

“We wouldn't dream of it,” Pallas agrees. “But we can provide the means to administer it yourself. We have the equipment for artificial donations, little one. You will not be assaulted or abused here.”

“Yeah, see?” Orion rubs his back. “It'll be ok, and hey, if you want, I'll leave you some of mine-”

Dee barks out a startled, half-choked laugh at that, and nearby, Elita snorts. “Oh, my-” he snickers over a wet sob. “Why are you like this?”

“Cuz I know it makes you laugh,” Orion drops a kiss onto the top of his helm, and Primus knows he really needs to laugh right now. “Listen, Dee. It'll be real quick, I promise. I'll be back here in half a decacycle, a full one, max! I promise, we'll come back for you the second it's safe.”

Feeling helpless, Dee's fingers curl tighter into the curves of Orion's armor, as if, maybe, if he just held on with a tight enough grip, they wouldn't be separated.  Being left behind as a liability felt bad enough. Being left with a bunch of strangers was even worse. But having Orion leaving him and going off to do something dangerous felt worse than anything else. “You swear you'll come back?”

“Cross my spark. I swear to Primus Himself, I will come back.”

...

And... there we go! 3.7k words, not too shabby, methinks. Er... again, I'm sorry this took so long and it took me using a roundabout method to force my dumb brain to actually DO THINGS, but at least it finally worked! I swear to god, the next chapter will not take this long. Please give me your thoughts? A comment perhaps? Request the next piece and maybe I won't get paralzyed by fear this time. Lmao

[outofthemouthsof]

15 day BL Challenge part 2 - day 27

Back to @slonekaru ‘s part 2 of the 15-day BL challenge (a sequel to an earlier one started by @negrowhat ) !

Day 27: Top 3 BL Kisses?

For my own sanity, I'm going to do only 2024 shows. Even then, I could not get it down to less than 10! I divided them into two ways of defining "best":

Best kisses as in most thrilling in the plot:

Wandee Goodday. I should've been pissed at how long they used that no-kiss rule to delay gratification, and many were, but for once I was delighted to be strung along. They did it amazingly well in my opinion, and the payoff was perfection.

(gif from @namtan )

Meet You at the Blossom. Of course I held my breath wondering if there'd be an actual (consensual) kiss, and when it came, and was so physical (snot and all) yet tender, I was on the floor.

(gif from @khunkinn )

Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart. When they finally FINALLY come to a place where they can confess and kiss, it's wild. At first I was like "War slow down--you're going so fast you're not actually kissing." Then Yin stops him, holds him back for a few seconds, and goes in much slower and more exploratory, and I realized it was completely deliberate the way they did it--Joke was so frantic to finally be able to express his love that he had no finesse or patience until Jack calmed him down. Incredible arc in just a kissing scene.

(gif from @thisautistic )

AntiReset. I cannot tell you how many times I rewatched their kiss by the lake. The interplay of robot-human, student-teacher and servant-master all adding these layers to their dynamic, and then both of them silently agreeing to treat the kiss like a bit of research, Yi Ping's flustered looks afterward and Ever 9's delight that they had a shared joke--it was so many kinds of fun and sexy.

(gif from @alejunsu )

My Love Mix-Up. Although I found the show overall to be a let-down, I truly appreciated the first kiss! Unlike Cherry Magic, I didn't mind the original Mix-Up not having kisses. At the same time, I loved the cheeky way the new one starts the kiss under a cloth, as if they're going to fake the audience out, and then the cloth falls and we get to see it after all. So cute!

(gif by @chinchillion )

Best kisses as in best actors at portraying kisses:

Billy & Babe in The Sign. Any, all, every kiss between them is phenomenal. I know, I've watched each one dozens of times.

(gif from @forcebook )

Sailub & Pon in Pit Babe and This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans. See note above.

(gif from @wanderlust-in-my-soul )

Jes & Bible in 4 Minutes. They had to portray three completely different love stories, and the kisses in each reflected the contrasting vibes with subtle perfection: awkward and giggly, artful and cynical, and soft and romantic.

(gif from @namtan )

Fort & Peat in Love Sea. I mean, no two actors seem as completely comfortable with one another physically. They go AT it with kissing (and everything else), giving the most convincing portrayal of shameless, uninhibited, uber-horny lovers of anyone this year.

(gif from @thisautistic )

Bas & Fuaiz in 4 Minutes. These two were a close second, and the complexity of their dynamic that they had to portray with far less screen time and far fewer episodes was truly impressive.

(gif from @jimmysea )

[kanasbinwriting]

Hiii, I love your hcs for casper sm! If possible, could you write something for grim w/ a s/o that loves gardening (ties into the whole being a 'beacon of life' thing storywise)

CASPER X READER WHO LOVES GARDENING

WINTER BREAK HAS FINALLY ARRIVED!! This means that I can finally start writing again!!

I got a bit inspired by one of the endings from the new DLC ^^

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Casper knew what he was getting into when you two first met. It was quite ironic really, the one whose soul emits life being fond of a thing that needs great care to thrive. The way your entire being seemed to beam whenever you shared your knowledge and told him little facts whenever you got the chance captivated him. It got him addicted in the best way possible. Casper knew how much you adored your plants even when he was only granted to look at them through his camera when you two video-called. What he didn't expect was how much more astonishing they looked in person. He couldn't help but admire your hard work in awe every time he came to visit you.

You let out a chuckle as you watched him look around, his gaze flickering from one plant to another, while you gently gently put the plant in a new suitable pot.

"Aren't you getting tired of the view?" you asked in a teasing matter, chuckling once more when he gave you a confused look. "Why would I?" he replied. "Am I not allowed to admire them? I must say, I'm quite impressed how you're able to fit so many inside your apartment"

You just smiled at him in return and turned around in your chair, giving him a little bow. "Why, thank you!" He let out a quiet chuckle you didn't dare to miss. His gaze never left yours as he took a seat on your bed. You averted your attention to your plant once more and gently patted down the soil. His gaze followed your every move, and he could feel his heart skip a beat as your gaze turned into one of pure delight, the same look you wore whenever you tended your plants. He could feel himself mirror your expression as he continued to watch you carefully. A comfortable silence settled between you, both of you content with the presence of the other until Casper interrupted the sweet silence. "Have you ever thought of doing this professionally?" he asked.

You looked up at him and hesitantly replied "I never really thought about it...". He looked at you confused, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your blanket. "Really? I would've guessed it to be one of your biggest dreams, judging by your apartment." You thought about his words for a few seconds before smiling once more

"Maybe we could open up a flower shop together someday." He blinked at you in disbelieve as he let your words sink in

"Together?"

"Of course, together! I think it would be fun!"

"And what about our bet?"

You groaned dramatically. "Aw, come on! Entertain the thought for a second!". He let out a sigh, his gaze briefly shifting for just a second before he looked at you again. A small smile tugged at his lips.

"It does sound like a fun idea...

"See? I always come up with good ideas."

"Don't flatter yourself."

[seoltzuki]

Persona pt.2

jihyo x afab reader

pt.1

fluff, smut, not proofread

You exhale deeply, surrendering to the soothing cascade of warm water in the shower. It's been an exhaustive day, but finally, you're home, able to unwind.

Home—a concept once foreign to you. You used to evade the notion of settling down, fleeing from the grasp love and commitment. Yet, here you stand, in the sanctuary you share with Jihyo. Sweet Jihyo, whose tender care has become your solace.

With a grin, you reach for her body wash, ready to cleanse the day’s weariness away. Memories flood your mind—the flowers she surprises you with, the endearing notes scattered around your home, the affectionate texts that fill your days with warmth, her beautiful smile that brightens your day…

You reminisce about the journey you've embarked on together—the slow, deliberate pace she took to unravel your layers, to love every facet of your being. It wasn't until after numerous dates that intimacy blossomed between you, both nervous and shy.

But the anticipation was there. So ready to explore what makes the other’s heart race and send shivers down their spine.

It was perfect.

Blushing at the memory of your first intimate moment with Jihyo, you step out of the shower, feeling a delightful warmth lingering on your skin. Quickly, you wrap yourself in a fluffy towel, its softness a comforting embrace. Heading towards the bedroom to change, you revel in the tranquility of your shared space, the scent of Jihyo’s favorite candle wafting through the air.

As you begin to rummage through your wardrobe, the familiar creak of the front door opening catches your attention.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!” Jihyo’s cheerful voice echoes through the halls, filling the apartment with an air of joy. Unable to contain your excitement, you giggle and call out, “In the bedroom, baby!”

Listening intently, you hear her hurried footsteps approaching, the rhythmic patter of her feet a familiar melody that brings a smile to your face.

"Baby!" She exclaims as she enters the bedroom, her face lit up with the biggest smile, her eyes twinkling with affection. A goofy chuckle escapes her lips as she adjusts her crooked backwards cap, adding to her endearing charm. "I bought dinner!" she announces, her voice brimming with excitement as she walks up to you.

Feeling her warm hands slipping around your waist, you melt into her embrace, reveling in the closeness and comfort of her touch. The scent of her perfume envelopes you, filling you with a sense of home and belonging.

"How was work?" you ask, your voice filled with tenderness as you cradle her face gently in your hands, your fingertips tracing a delicate path through her hair. "Hope everything was smooth for you today," you add, your concern evident in your words, as you offer her a reassuring smile. You know it’s hard being a youth worker.

"It went well. I believe the kids are starting to warm up to me, which is nice," she reflects with a soft smile. "Oh, and today we played ball hockey, and guess what? My team won!” Her eyes sparkle with satisfaction as she shares the joyous news.

"I'm happy for you, Zyo," you say, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead, your affection for her evident in the gesture. She beams at your words, her eyes sparkling with gratitude as she squeezes your sides with tenderness. Her hands glide over the soft towel wrapped around your waist, a silent expression of her love and appreciation for you.

"You smell good," she says, drawing closer, her head tilting towards you, her nose grazing your cheek and inching up towards your ear. "Did you use my body wash?" she whispers, her voice soft and playful, as she plants a sweet peck just below your ear, her affectionate gesture sending a shiver down your spine.

"Maybe," you respond cheekily, leaning into her touch as her fingers gently caress your waist. "I ran out of mine, but don't worry, I'll buy some tomorrow."

"No need, I like it when you smell like me," she murmurs back, her fingers going down and tracing gentle patterns over your thighs, sending a tingling sensation through your skin. With a tender peck to your shoulder, she leans back, sitting down on the edge of the bed, her eyes filled with affection as she admires you.

"Let me put some lotion on, and I’ll be there with you for dinner," you say sweetly. She adjusts her hat again and raises her eyebrows, a strange glint passing through her eyes.

"Let me do it for you, beautiful."

You grab the lotion and bring it to her, eyeing her suspiciously, knowing all too well that she's never one to be normal about these things. She has ulterior motives, you realize, as she takes the lotion from your hand with a sly grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

She gently grabs the back of your calf, guiding your leg up until your foot rests on the bed beside her. Without a word, she begins to lather your skin with lotion, her touch both tender and slow.

"It seems like your face is warming up, y/n," she teases, looking up at you warmly, her hat shifting back slightly with the motion. "Not sure if you’re blushing or-"

"I just got out of the shower," you cut her off, heat creeping up your cheeks, your words betraying what you’re truly feeling.

"Right, got it," she playfully responds, a knowing twinkle in her eye. "Other leg, baby," she adds, her tone teasing yet affectionate as she continues to pamper you with gentle strokes of lotion.

Her hands move with skillful precision, fingertips slightly digging into your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Rising higher, they glide along your leg until they disappear under the hem of your towel, her touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

"You're lingering," you hush, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you hook a finger under her chin and gently push up so she can look up at you, your eyes meeting hers with a tender intensity.

"I'm not lingering, I'm appreciating," she simply states, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity as her hand moves towards the inside of your thigh, her touch sending shivers down your spine.

Jihyo, you don’t have to—” you start, but she interrupts you with a curious “What?” before affirming, “Yes, I need to do the inside of your thighs. Do you want me to stop?” Her gaze meets yours, filled with sincerity and a hint of playful mischief, awaiting your response.

"No," you answer, rolling your eyes in mock exasperation, and she giggles, dropping her head on your knee, her laughter filling the room with warmth and affection.

The laughter dies down, and she squeezes your calf gently. "Hey, look at me," she says softly, her eyes full of warmth as her cheek squishes up against your knee. "You look so pretty. You're so beautiful," she whispers, her words sincere and heartfelt, causing your heart to swell with love.

She drops a soft kiss onto your thigh, and you gasp quietly. “Zyo…” you whine softly, your voice filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

“Hm?” she responds, looking up at you innocently, her lips brushing against your skin as she drops another kiss. Her actions eliciting a soft sigh from you.

"Wanna do something for me?" she mumbles against your skin, her breath sending shivers down your spine as her hand moves up to slip her stupid backwards cap off her head.

“What now?” you ask, biting your lip, your breath catching in your throat as you feel her lay more soft, almost wet kisses on your inner thigh.

“Do you want to take one of those pretty hands of yours and put them in my hair?” she whispers, her cheeks dusted with a rosy pink hue. “Yeah, like that. Now grip a little bit and put my mouth where you actually want it,” she adds, her voice barely above a whisper, her desire evident in every word.

You’re slightly taken aback, your jaw dropping in surprise, momentarily speechless at her bold request.

Jihyo notices your reaction and playfully interrupts, saying, “Oh, we can keep being coy, or we can—Hmph!”

You pull her head forward eagerly, a soft moan escaping your lips as her mouth connects with your wetness, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

She hums against you, her warmth enveloping you as she digs her head forward even more, her tongue swirling with sinful precision. Pulling back slightly, she looks up at you with a sweet smile and whispers, “Thank you,” her lips glistening and her voice filled with affection, leaving you breathless and so captivated.

Gosh, she’s so gorgeous…

Her big eyes looking up at you, a twinkle of love shining within them. Her furrowed brows from your taste, her curls flowing freely, tousled from your gripping hands. You give a small tug, and you watch as she rolls her eyes back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she leans into you, lost in your whole being.

“You taste so good,” she mumbles against you, her voice a husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. With deliberate sensuality, she makes a show of slipping her tongue into your dripping heat, her movements slow and tantalizing, each touch sending electric sparks of pleasure through your body. You can’t help but arch your back, your breath hitching as she explores you with an intoxicating mix of passion and desire.

The sounds are so lewd as she feasts on your wetness, a symphony of mewls, groans, and moans filling the air around you. Between each obscene sound, she pauses to ask, “You wanna cum, baby?” Her voice is sultry, as she seeks your words, eager to push you over the edge.

Your breath hitches at her question, desire pooling low in your belly. With a desperate nod, you whisper, “Yes, please,” your voice barely audible amidst the symphony of sounds echoing in the room.

She responds with a wicked grin, her movements becoming more fervent. Her tongue and lips working tirelessly. Your senses are overwhelmed with pleasure, every touch, every stroke pushing you closer to the edge. And then, with a final, deliciously agonizing twist of her tongue, you topple over the edge, crying out her name as waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving you trembling and breathless.

As you come down from the high, she pulls you onto her lap, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace, her lips finally pressing against yours. With a lazy yet passionate movement, her mouth moves against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on her lips.

“Thank you,” you whisper against her lips, giving her another gentle peck before dropping your forehead onto hers.

“Thanks for what, baby?” she asks with a smile, nuzzling your cheek affectionately.

“You’ve had a long day, and the first thing you did when you came back home was… you know…” you say shyly, locking eyes with her piercing gaze filled with love.

“I was supposed to come home to my love in a towel and not make them cum?” she scoffs playfully, her eyes dancing with amusement as she teases you.

You huff and lean in to kiss her again, trailing your lips to her jaw and neck, eliciting a soft whine from her. “Let me return the favor, yeah?” you whisper against her earlobe before giving it a playful nibble.

She hisses in response, squeezing your thighs gently. “No need,” she breathes, her voice thick with desire. “Tasting you was enough. I can wait for later, after dinner.”

Another sweet peck to her lips, and you respect her wishes, leaning back slightly. You gaze at each other adoringly, a silent exchange of love passing between you. “You okay?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “You seem… flustered,” you add, a playful twinkle in your eye as you observe her.

Jihyo shrugs, clicking her tongue as her cheeks turn even redder. Switching the topic, she gently tugs at the towel wrapped around you. “I’m surprised this stayed on,” she chuckles. “Can I? I’d like to see all of you,” she adds, her tone soft and affectionate as she meets your gaze, her eyes filled with longing.

You nod, giving her permission to remove the towel. Once it's off, she exhales softly, her eyes traveling all over your exposed skin. Her hands rise up, barely ghosting over your skin as she takes in your beauty.

"You're so beautiful," she says in awe, her admiration evident in her voice. "And so goddamn distracting! Okay, let me shower, and then we'll eat." With the cutest smile, she heads towards the bathroom, leaving you feeling adored and cherished.

But she then runs back to you, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. "I love you so much, y/n," she says earnestly before darting back to the bathroom.

“I love you so much more, Jihyo! Be quick!”

She makes you feel like the luckiest person on earth.

[volturiprincess]

Better than a cup of coffee

Alec Volturi x human mate Warnings: Just pure fluff A/N: This one is short and sweet, i apologize to anyone who does not drink coffee but as I was writing this I was drinking coffee and I'm a coffee person anyways. I wasn't sure if I was going to work on this today but I needed some fluff and well here is it. There will be a second A/N in the end. Enjoy 🤗

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(My love🖤)

I have never been a morning person, just the thought of having to wake up early makes me want to cry. I applaud the people who wake up early. But when I meet my mate Alec, mornings have officially become my favorite part of the day. What makes it so special, is Alec wakes me up with a fresh cup of coffee that he made just for me. I'm not sure how he picked up on how to make coffee or how to make it how I like it but I guess he really does pay attention to my every move in the mornings.  I have told him before that for me to function as a human I need a cup of coffee or else I will not be a delightful person to be around.

He unfortunately witnessed that side of me and has made it his mission to have that cup of coffee ready for me when I wake up. But that's not what makes it special, when he wakes me up, the first thing I see is his face. He has this small smile and his eyes are full of warmth and love that makes me feel like i'm in a dream still. He's like my personal fallen angel that I have the honor to call mine. 

This morning did not start any differently, the sunlight was gazing on me with its million mini rays hitting my face. I heard a small thud hit my nightstand, and I opened my eyes slightly to be blessed by the sight of my stunning mate looking at me already with his face slightly having that unhuman sparkle. His burgundy eyes also already having that intense but loving look he gives me whenever he looks at me, even if I probably look like crap he never fails to lose that look. 

With his small warming smile already on his face, he again blesses me with his soothing voice “Good morning sunshine, the earth says hello”

I make “grabby hands” toward him and he comes closer to lay on top of me with laying his face on my chest. I bury my face into his hair and mumble groggily 

“Someone’s been paying attention to the movies I make them watch”

“Always my love”

He tilted his head up and gave my neck multiple kisses, the temperature difference between his cold lips and my warm skin made me feel that familiar feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Being like this with him makes me forget there is a real world out there, almost makes me feel like we are the only two people on this planet. These small moments we share I hold dearly to my heart because I am the only person that gets to see Alec in such a vulnerable and relaxed form, not even Jane has seen him like this, the honor I have. While he continues to give me now soft kisses instead of multiple, I run my hands through his dark locks. I'm glad he has kind of long hair so I am able to run my hands through his hair. So soft and silky, makes me slightly jealous he has nicer hair than me but he tells me it's a vampire thing. The way his soft kisses leave me in a state of bliss that makes me mumble nonsense 

“Better than a cup of coffee”

He lifts his face to looks up at me with a pure astonish look and exclaims 

“Are you serious? But you said you always need a cup of coffee to be human”

I pull him into a deep gentle kiss that he reciprocates, I pull away and say with a small sleepy smile 

‘Your my cup of coffee now”

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A/N: So cuteeee. I like how I did a little reference of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" (2005), its actually my alarm sound 🤭. I just wanted to say that Im working on a Caius one-shot, this one is taking a bit longer to get done because its longer than my usual ones and I was thinking of doing a 2 part to it. But also I have my finals this week so I wont be posting to often, I may have part one of my Caius one-shot out this week but I been having some small difficulties with it and I keep changing my mind in how to write it plus studying keeps me occupied the majority of my day. But I.m happy to have gotten this one out in the open because its so sweet and adorable, I almost made it a Carlisle one-shot but as I kept thinking about this it just screamed Alec.

[yuurei20]

Lilia Facts Part 38: Lilia and Leona (pt1)

One of the earliest in-game interactions between Leona and Lilia may have come shortly after the opening ceremonies, after Leona calls both Lilia and Silver out for being overprotective of Malleus.

Leona escorts Ruggie to Diasomnia to retrieve his ceremonial robes following a dry-cleaning mistake and Lilia tells them that they are free to drop by their dorm at anytime.

Realizing that not being invited is a sensitive point for Malleus, Leona seems to intentionally bait him into an argument.

Despite how Leona repeatedly insults Malleus to his face Lilia is delighted, saying, “This is precisely the kind of experience Malleus needs.”

Leona and Lilia also overlap in a class where they, too, exchange insults back and forth with one another, before ultimately challenging each other to a one-on-one game of soccer.

Trey and Rook compliment Leona’s skills and Lilia’s agility. Who won the match is never shown.

This interaction possibly led to Leona inviting Lilia to his home for a competition, telling Lilia, “Nobody moves like you do.”

When Leona says that Lilia gives him the creeps and he would rather leave him behind, Lilia responds, “you say the nicest things. I’m blushing!”

Lilia teases Leona about Malleus and blackmails him into allowing Grim and the prefect to join them by threatening to drop out.

Lilia may be familiar with cars, offering to drive Leona’s vehicle, but he cannot remember if he has a license. He compliments Leona on his skill.

Lilia compliments Leona’s physical prowess during Cloudcalling, saying that he wasn’t able to lay a finger on Leona and, while the sun was a factor, he didn’t expect to be so far out of Leona’s league. (“Maybe I'm finally showing my age…”)

Leona tries to drive himself alone from the hotel to festival grounds, saying, “You guys got on my nerves yesterday, so I need a break,” but Lilia insists on going along with him.

(Vil: “Seems your message was not received.”)

Learning that Leona will not remain at the festival Lilia says, “I thought I could give Leona a ride on my shoulders."

Leona seems to be the only person suspicious of Lilia’s role in the drama of Spectral Soiree from the start, and he is ultimately proven to be correct.

Lilia and Leona seem to share a similar wavelength during the Playfulland event, with Leona picking up on an unspoken signal from Lilia to back him up.