#and she gets a solid week of being pampered and loved on by everyone

[silversiren1101]

Hmmm--maybe holding them while they sleep talk for Minoreg?

MAN I was expecting to get fluff motivation from this but this one immediately went to hurt/comfort lmao!

His eyes wearily creep open. Something had woken him, and it was only for his sheer exhaustion that he didn't immediately shoot to full attention.

"Hggn... no...! Let me.... go..."

Regill breathes in deep, blinking away the sleep as he pushes himself to wake further. His neck fights him as he adjusts his position in the chair seated at her bedside, having fallen asleep awkwardly against the high, enclosed back, and it takes more from him than he likes to admit to raise a hand and rub at his eyes.

These past few days—this week—has been a lot. He hasn't been this sleepless, this... stressed... ever, he thinks.

Through his hand, he catches movement, and he pauses to watch with helpless dread as Minovae convulses weakly in her sickbed. She whimpers and pants, her brow shiny with sweat where the beads roll down her face into the bandages covering her eyes—where her eyes had been.

"I... please... plea...se... "

A quick glance at the clock tells him much: four in the morning.

He sighs and reaches for her hand dangling off the side of the bed. Her tail is still heavy across is knees, but it seems her hand had slipped from his unconscious grasp at some point. The guilt he feels for that is irrational, yet he feels it all the same, and so he holds it extra tightly as he threads those fingers back through his own.

He hates how clammy it is. He hates how he can feel how weak she is just through this. He hates the seizures and sweat that hasn't stopped since that keketar blasted her—him too, but he hadn't had his eyes clawed out and arm ripped off in its jaws—with warpwaves in his very arms...

That'd been three days ago. She'd been stolen away to the Boneyard for another four before that.

What thanks from the universe: that she had closed the Worldwound only to be whisked away with Areelu's corpse still actively bleeding for a trial as if she were a criminal. She didn't choose this. She didn't choose to be an impossibility, aeon and protean both. The "Inevitable Paradox", the Steward of the Skein had coolly declared her to be as the Herald's chains had bound her, both to transport her to the Boneyard and to protect her from Ssila'meshnik and Valmallos feuding over her very existence. That loud proclamation still rang in his ears, filling him with betrayal and disgust and blinding rage, even a week out: with the threat of a full-on aeon and protean war, her fate was to be settled under the eye of the Lady of Graves herself.

They'd then all disappeared before Regill could so much as tell her he loved her, fearing it'd be the last she might ever hear it... He'd collapsed right there in Threshold, the words on his bloodied lips as wounds from the battle and despair claimed him.

Now she was back. He had no idea the result of the trial, just that she was back and had landed in Drezen's courtyard in a tangle of keketars trying—and succeeding—to eat her. Her eyes had been clawed out and right arm torn off before anyone could reach her, and he knows he'll never shake the sight. He knows, too, he'll never forget that panic as he'd pulled her into his arms and she'd fought him. How she'd desperately tried to crawl away and clawed at him with her one hand until his shouting cut through her shock and terror and she'd realized it was him with gasping, choked sobs and clinging, so scared it felt like she was attempting to crawl into his armor with him.

"...I ...ho...me..."

He brings her hand up to his mouth and kisses it softly, watching her with that terrible, internal ache of nothing-he-can-do. His other hand pets the length of her tail across his legs, feeling the aftershocks of her body's trembling in the quivering muscle beneath its scales. The hours of vomiting and confusion and time fluctuating around him he'd suffered after the warpwave blast was nothing compared to her plight. Something about her very being had exacerbated the waves' effects, as Sosiel had explained to him. She was chaos and order both, and while she could wield them handily, too much in excess would destabilize her essence: the delicate balance of paradox. Her body was suffused with that chaotic energy and was struggling to digest or purge it, and it wasn't just making her terribly ill but keeping them from regenerating her missing eyes and arm. It was simply too risky to do so before she stabilized, no one knowing what such chaos would do to such a strong infusion of magic.

There was nothing they could do except for watch her struggle and suffer in unconscious delirium, waiting for it the run its course before they could make her whole again.

"...Re...Reg..ll"

He perks up at that, looking up from where he'd been squeezing her hand maybe too tightly. For a second, a spark in him hopes she'd awoken, but observation stamps it out fast as she shudders again and whimpers, her tail just barely quivering. Still, a warmth, painful as it is, stays lit in his core upon hearing her call for him in her pain. The most subconscious part of her needs him, and he doesn't need to be told explicitly why to know the reason.

"...I'm here." His voice breaks the relative quiet of the room, low and gravely from exhaustion and dryness from his own restless sleep. "...and not going anywhere."

She doesn't make any indication that she heard him. The seizing and gasps of pain continue, but he knows it comes and goes and will most likely fade within the hour. They'd grown less frequent and shorter besides, with the passing days.

He hopes, in vain, that this will be the last; just as he's hoped with all the others. And, like with the others, too, all he can do is wipe her brow and replace the hot rags damp with sweat with cooler ones of fresh water. His knuckles gently brush down her cheek, tracing her scales, and he gives her a kiss that could only be described as a plea or prayer along with a whispered I love you before settling back in to try and steal more hours of sleep where he can.

Her hand doesn't fall from his again this night.

Nor another. Fever breaks as the dawn does.

[ddarker-dreams]

Scarlet Ribbons accidental kisses with the gang? (I love your writing so much! You're one of the best fanfic writers <3 <3 I reread your works so often, they make my day : D)

wahhh thank you so much, i'm happy to know my writing can bring you some joy!!! 💖

i'm going to assume that this request takes place before SR reader is in a relationship with anyone, hopefully that's what you had in mind hkjetgrmw maybe something like she started to trip and x guy went to catch her? some traditional shoujo exploits ...

[Scarlet Ribbons index]

Giorno

There's a 99% chance Giorno's sentient Stand, GER, had a hand in this. The Stand shares Giorno's affection for you and wishes his user would hurry up in courting you already. Giorno catches onto the shenanigans at play but it's too late — while catching you, your lips make contact. His face has never felt so warm. He tries portraying himself in this suave, calm manner, but when you're in his general vicinity, it's a challenge to maintain this balanced state. His voice is a few pitches higher when he rushes through an apology. The Don of Passione would feel less nervous starting down the barrel of a gun. Later, he chastises his conniving Stand, but deep down… he's secretly grateful.

Bruno

Bruno doesn't immediately pull away and thinks less of himself because of it. He's straining himself to the degree that veins start protruding from his forehead. Your comfort matters far more to him than satisfying any carnal needs. After he ensures you're steady, he puts an appropriate amount of distance between you, then starts apologizing for the mishap. If you're feeling particularly mischievous, now would be the most opportune time to tease him. He's usually immune to being flustered, even from you, but the emotions running rampant through his system momentarily lower his defenses. There'll be a slight blush on his sunkissed skin. He's quick to excuse himself so he can get his heart under control.

Fugo

Fugo struggles to make eye contact with you for a solid week. Once he gets past the initial slew of positive hormones that make him feel like he's on cloud nine, reality settles in, and he's mortified. What if you think he's a creep who did it on purpose? The thought alone leads to sleepless nights where he gnaws on his nails. He berates himself and is extra prone to explode with anger at the slightest provocation. You need to reassure him before there's collateral damage. He's still stiff around you for a while, but that's because his eyes start wandering to your lips if he isn't careful. His own start tingling, as if remembering the soft sensation and longing to experience it again.

Mista

Mista knew the lord was on his side. The last time he attended mass, he prayed for something like this to happen. The main objective henceforth is to maintain his cool. Ride out the waves of coincidence and try not to come off too strong, lest he scare you away. Once he's certain you aren't going to unleash your wrath upon him, the cogs in his brain begin turning. What can he say to sweeten the moment? Win you over with his charisma and charm? There's got to be a perfect combination of words that'll have you weak to your knees. Eventually, he settles on complimenting your chapstick flavor. He later bemoans himself for not saying something cooler.

Narancia

It's like raw caffeine was injected into his veins. He's absolutely ecstatic, ready to bounce from wall to wall, even though he recognizes it was an accident. Who cares? This has got to be fate, or whatever it's called, he thinks he heard the term in a movie once. Narancia is bragging about it to absolutely everyone, much to their chagrin (especially Fugo's). Abbacchio pours salt into Narancia's drink when he isn't looking as a silent form of vengeance. You come into the room and everyone aside from Narancia is grumpy. You're absolutely his first kiss, a fact he takes great pride in. That is, until he wonders if he's your first kiss… then his mood is slightly pampered… for all of ten minutes. Then he's back to beaming, uncaring of anything besides the fact your lips made contact.

Abbacchio

Abbacchio cannot remember the last time his heart pounded this hard — if ever. Still, he doesn't linger in the moment. He may be harsh around the edges, but he still cares for you greatly, the last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. When he parts and sees his purple lipstick smudged onto your pretty, parted lips… it is a divine test of his self-control. That mental image has never left him. He's stuck between not feeling worthy of your affection and wanting to kiss you until the pigment stains your lips a deeper color. It's a dilemma. If he isn't constantly distracting himself, his mind runs off to fantasize.

[intynidad]

I lost the askkkkk but somebody asked me for how a relationship with the love interest of the otome au would be soooooo:

RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LOVE INTEREST/OTOME AU

How a relationship would be with the yandere otome characters SFW

Yandere otome au part1 part2

The childhood friend

Very wholesome, you two have known each other since forever, and things haven't changed much. Your relationship would be like an extension of your deep friendship, but with the added sweetness of kisses, hugs, and, well... other things.

It's amazing how your connection has evolved over the years. You've shared countless memories, inside jokes, and moments of vulnerability. There's an unspoken understanding between you, a comfort that comes from knowing each other's quirks and flaws.

The transition from friendship to romance is smooth like it was mean to be.

Be prepared for Cute dates and lots of cuddling

The older family friend

Prepare to be immersed in a life of luxury and glamour beyond your wildest dreams! A relationship with him is like stepping into a world of opulence and extravagance.

Don’t take me wrong, you had money, after all you are the heir of the L/N corporation, but he has more…so much more

Picture yourself indulging in lavish dinners at the most exclusive restaurants, savoring exquisite cuisine prepared by renowned chefs. Every meal is a culinary masterpiece, accompanied by the finest wines and champagne (or expensive sodas and fine juices if you don’t drink). Your taste buds dance with delight as you explore a world of gastronomic delights, each bite a symphony of flavors.

But it doesn't stop there. He has a penchant for showering you with lavishing gifts, each one more extravagant than the last. Expensive jewelry, designer clothes, and luxurious accessories become a regular part of your life. The world becomes your runway as you effortlessly exude elegance and style, draped in the finest fabrics and adorned with dazzling gems.

The heroine

Exactly what you would expect with dating a diva, but hey your nails never look better!

One thing is certain: she knows how to command attention. She's the type of person who effortlessly captivates a room with her magnetic presence. Being with her means being in the spotlight, as she enjoys being the center of attention and adores having you by her side. Prepare to witness her diva moments and embrace the grandeur that comes with dating a true star.

but don't worry, it's not all about her. She genuinely enjoys spending quality time with you and cherishes the moments you share together. She understands the importance of self-care, and skin care dates become a regular part of your routine. Get ready to be pampered and treated like royalty as she devotes herself to ensuring you feel loved and cherished.

She knows all the gossip from everyone in town so she is the go-to person for all the juicy details of every rumor

So grab a cup of your favorite beverage and sit back, as she entertains you with the latest drama and spills the tea on everyone in town.

She is a mega fan of carnival dates, she just thinks the ferri wheel and the cotton candy makes for a romantic outing, she just enjoys going out in general , there is an activity for everyone after all!

The loner

Why?

It took them a solid two weeks, after you two began dating, to fully process and comprehend the reality that the two of you were indeed in a romantic relationship. It was as if their mind needed some extra time to catch up with their heart.

He is such a puppy with you,honestly he would gladly strip themself of their personality to make sure you are happy

You wanna do A? Sound fun

You wanna eat B? Please do!

You wanna use him as a stress reliever

You wanna play C? On board !

His only response to anything you ask would be “yes dear” and is not like he minds to be honest, he is happy as long as you are happy

The playboy

It was only a matter of time before you found yourself succumbing to the irresistible allure of their charms. They had an air of confidence about them that was both captivating and, dare I say, a tad cocky. But hey, that was part of their charm, right?

Being a true party animal, they knew how to bring the fun wherever they went. Get ready for a whirlwind of lively nights filled with drinks, laughter, and the pulse-pounding beats of music. With them by your side, it felt like the party never stopped. They had a knack for turning any gathering into an unforgettable event, leaving a lasting impression on the town's history, whether for the better or worse. The stories that emerged from your parties together became legendary, etching your names in the memories of those who attended.

One of their many talents included the art of mixology. They could effortlessly whip up tantalizing cocktails that tantalize your taste buds and set the mood for a delightful evening. Whether it was a classic concoction or a unique creation, their skills behind the bar were unmatched. Imagine sipping on expertly crafted drinks, each sip a flavorful journey that they meticulously curated just for you.

As your place became the epicenter of these vibrant gatherings, it transformed into a haven of excitement and celebration. The walls echoed with laughter, the music reverberated through the rooms, and your home became a sanctuary for joy and revelry. Sure, the occasional mishap may have occurred, but it only added to the colorful tapestry of memories that you shared with them.

So, brace yourself for a whirlwind of endless festivities and unforgettable moments. With them leading the charge, your nights would be filled with the clinking of glasses, the rhythm of the music, and an undeniable energy that brought people together. Get ready to raise your glass and toast to the extraordinary experiences that awaited you in the company of this charming party aficionado.

The delinquent

Why x2

To be honest, you were the one who took the first step in this relationship. It's not that they were shy or anything, but they couldn't quite comprehend the fact that you would actually want to date them

Congrats! You are an official member of the gang now, and everyone better respect you if they don’t want their teeth on the floor, on the outside he is still the leader of the criminal gang, and you would easily become his right hand in all of his plans.

Hope you aren’t afraid of a little blood!.

He would teach you how to fight and defend yourself if you didn't know already,your ego would get a boost with all the gang treating you with respect (and fear)

On close doors,baking dates are a must, you would be the designated taste taster of all his cooking!

He can make almost everything sweet!

Low carb, sugar free, gluten free, allergies, just tell them and they will accommodate all of their cooking to your taste.

[theragethatisdesire]

much ado about nothing chapter 2 - eren x reader - 18+!!

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. minors and ageless blogs, please do not read below the cut.

welcome back to the much ado universe for our second installment! this chapter is just a lot more yearning and getting to know everyone in the uni, fleshing out the mysterious eren a little more, but there's a treat at the end ;)

@toxrez was kind enough to make some LOVELY fan art of this chapter, please find it linked here i am so appreciative so go send her some love!!!!

specific cws: tee tiny pinch of smut, drug/alcohol use, swearing, historia plotting on your downfall like the meddlesome best friend she is

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“O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?” - Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (Act II, Scene 2)

A solid week or two passes and…nothing. You chastise yourself for being disappointed at Eren’s radio silence, especially since you hadn’t exactly given him a way to contact you. He knows Historia has your number, but he hasn’t reached out to get it from her. And why should you expect him to? the annoying, self-doubting voice in your head corrects you every time you dare to hope, you’re not exactly his usual type.

It’s true; since your run-in, Historia’s been busy doing reconnaissance on anything Eren-related she can pick up from the rumor mill. His dating history is a near-blank, but his “hoe history” as Historia lovingly dubs it, is colorful, full of rave girls and bar rats and Instagram models. You’d drank enough that night that it was entirely plausible you had imagined the excited sparkle in his eyes as you rambled on about misrepresentations of theme in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. He had come to Scout’s to work after all, not on the prowl for a sex-starved literature student who couldn’t hold her tequila.

The fact was, he wasn’t interested, cemented after your night out to Scout’s on Halloween. Historia had gone to the trouble of dolling you up in an appropriately slutty outfit on the premise that It’s like, one of the biggest party nights of the entire year. There’s no way he’s not going to be there. But, the bar had been devoid of intoxicating cologne and green eyes, and you’d gone home empty-handed and far more drunk than you’d intended to.

The surprise comes a few days after.

You’re sharing a cup of tea with Historia as she paints your toenails on the couch, scrolling through your phone absentmindedly and enjoying the pampering. As you're moving your thumb to like Sasha's Instagram post, Historia reaches for her phone suddenly and knocks the nail polish bottle over, spilling it all over your– again, hand-painted coffee table. After four years with her, you can only contrive a semblance of annoyance; you’re surprised the table even lasted this long with no major casualties.

“Stor!” You scramble for the bottle, righting it, but Historia’s typing madly on her phone, muttering under her breath.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”

“What?” You can hardly contain your impatience, trying to quell the hopeful flutter rising in your chest. Historia bites her lip, grins wickedly at you.

“I told you. I told you.”

“Told me what?”

In lieu of an answer, Historia turns her phone to you. You squint to read the texts through the recently-cracked screen.

> Pregame at my place for min’s birthday tn u in?

> for sure! what time?

> 9ish u know the addy?

> yep! we’ll be there.

> See if ur friend wants to come too.

“Your friend?” you scoff, pushing her phone away in painfully feigned disinterest when in reality, your heart is pounding in your throat.

“That’s you,” Historia wiggles her eyebrows meaningfully, as if you weren’t already aware of the fact.

“I resent that,” you say, picking up your phone to continue your mindless scrolling until Historia snatches it from you, fixing you with a pointed look. “What? He can’t even use my name? What a douchebag.”

“That’s just how boys text,” Historia swats your concerns away. You bite back your scathing reminder that Historia has been a loud and proud lesbian since her teenage years and has no idea how “boys text”. Sure, you might be grasping at straws to hate him, resist the temptation rising in your throat, but you’re determined. He humiliated you once, and he won’t get the chance to do it again.

“We’re not going,” you say at the same time as Historia talks over you: “We’re going.” You scowl.

“We have to,” Historia shakes your shoulders, “he was all over you at Scout’s, not to mention that mysterious eight inch claim.”

“He’s had more than a week to reach out, and this is how he decides to do it? Summoning me through you?”

“Maybe he was too shy,” Historia shrugs, returning to painting your last few toes.

“Eren doesn’t strike me as a guy who’s too chicken to ask for a girl’s number, especially after everything you found out from Ymir.” Historia’s girlfriend may have been a bit on the anti-social side, but she somehow knows everyone and everything. Despite her bristly demeanor, Ymir possesses the god-given art of pulling the juiciest gossip out of complete strangers, and it isn’t a talent any of you have let go to waste over the years.

“He might surprise you,” Historia looks up at you through her lashes, “this is all just to get you laid anyway, so don’t think too much into it.”

You bite your lip, allowing her to work on your toes as you slip into thoughtful silence. If you’re honest with yourself, like, really honest, you’re not the best at “just getting laid”. In college, you were always the one stuck on the giving end of a one-sided situationship, and your only solution when it would inevitably fall through was to start anew with an equally terrible guy.

As you’ve leaned into your graduate years, you’ve been able to avoid your past pitfalls, sleeping with guys who are far enough away from your type to avoid heartbreak but cute enough to catch your interest, a category Eren should fall into. Something about him has you trapped, though, the same way you used to be. He makes your head spin, renders your normally pin-sharp thinking null and void, makes you say stupid, stupid things. Things like:

“Okay, fine. But an hour, max.”

You reflect on your stupid mistake as you stand on Eren’s porch with Historia and Ymir, in another cute-but-not-cute-but-not-trying-to-look-not-cute (or, at least, you think that’s the criteria) outfit of Historia’s choice. Historia had insisted on bringing her girlfriend to leave you free to “couple up” with Eren, but you realize all that means is you’re arriving to a party full of strangers as a third wheel. Great.

As Historia knocks, your stomach erupts in a bout of nervous grumbling. Not only have you forgotten to eat, but you haven’t been to a drug dealer’s party since you were probably nineteen. It’s actually quite a cute little house, homey brick with a red door and a well-kept lawn, not the trap den you’ve been envisioning all afternoon. The scene is eerily quiet, no LED lights shining in the windows, the low hum of music at a reasonable volume bumping through the walls. It’s not what you expected, but then again, you’re still on the wrong side of the door.

“Coming!” A voice— a feminine voice— echoes through the inside of the house, and one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen flings open the door. Just fucking great. “Hi, you guys are…?”

“Historia,” Historia chirps, not thrown off in the least. You smile timidly, trying to absorb some of the confidence that rolls off of her as she introduces Ymir and then you. The girl eyes you in particular but not threateningly, a hint of a smile playing on her face.

“Mikasa,” she opens the screen door, letting you inside, “Eren mentioned that you were coming.”

“Really?” Historia’s friendly grin grows devious, and you pinch her arm behind your back. “Ow!”

“You okay?” Mikasa frowns over her shoulder.

“Yeah, just stubbed my toe.” Historia scowls at you.

You round a corner to the source of the music, feeling a little like you’re going to puke, but you’re pleasantly surprised by the scene in front of you. It’s not a rager, and there’s nothing suspicious out except a handful of red solo cups and a couple of expertly-rolled blunts being passed around hand-to-hand.

Armin offers you a small wave from where he’s parked on a loveseat beside a striking, intimidating-looking blonde woman, failing miserably to flirt with her. Mikasa falls into an armchair beside another pretty brunette who’s wearing some sort of work uniform and an apron; her name tag reads Hitch<3. You faintly recognize the guy hitting the bong, his name might be John, and the dude beside him is one of Sasha’s best friends, Connie, who’s been posted on Barstool an impressive four or five times.

Eren comes strolling out of the kitchen with a half-eaten piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth and holding his phone, which he’s squinting at, away from his face like an old man. He looks so ridiculous you almost snort.

“Would you just get some glasses already, dude?” John coughs, waving the smoke out of his face and passing the bong to Connie.

“‘On’t need ‘emph,” Eren’s words are muffled by the pizza as he disproves his point entirely, moving his phone back and forth in the air until it seems he can finally see it. When he finishes his text, he takes notice of you, pulling the pizza out of his mouth with a crooked grin. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you try to come off nonchalant, but it doesn’t work, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“This is—“

“I introduced myself while you were stuffing your face,” Mikasa waves him off, leaning in to look at something on her friend’s phone. Eren scowls at her, moving along.

“Hitch,” he points to the name tag girl who offers a friendly wave, “Annie,” the blonde girl beside Armin on the couch, “Armin— well, you know Armin. Jean,” the mullet dude who’s still coughing, “and Connie.”

A chorus of greetings sounds off from around the room.

“Thank god we’ve finally got some more estrogen around here,” Hitch says to your little group, “these guys are insufferable with anything less than an equal ratio.”

Historia laughs, bouncing over to make further conversation and dragging Ymir behind her. You want to throttle her as she situates herself on the leg of the armchair (that’s already squeaking under two people’s weight) because now you’re left alone with Eren, who ducks into the kitchen and returns, holding something out to you.

You recognize the label of the local beer you’d been drinking at Scout’s the night you met, raising your eyebrows in surprise.

“You drink this, right?” Eren squints at the bottle, examining it. “I thought I remembered, but there was a million others at the store that looked just like it.”

“It’s my favorite,” you admit, accepting it from him with a little flutter in your chest. He grins again, toothy and pleased with himself.

“Good. Well, get comfortable, sit wherever, smoke whatever. I’ll be right back,” he holds up his pizza crust meaningfully, and you stifle a laugh. Eren Jaeger, the intimidating drug dealer apparently known around campus for his giant dick, doesn’t eat his pizza crusts. The thought eases your nerves; he may be the gorgeous, bad-news guy you’d flirted with a couple weeks ago, but he’s also a real person.

You follow his instruction, sitting beside Connie, not so close as to give the wrong impression, but close enough to invite a conversation. He offers a friendly hand.

“You’re Sasha’s friend, right?”

“Yeah,” you shake it, “Connie?”

“I’m surprised you remember. I’ve been backpacking through Thailand for the last eight months, thought everyone would’ve forgotten me by now.”

“Backpacking through Thailand?” You’re impressed.

“He’s only bringing it up so he can talk about it some more,” Jean grunts, shooting Connie an annoyed glance.

“I’d love to hear about it,” you say honestly, “I’ve never traveled.”

Connie launches into a detailed story of his flight over, being crammed between two families with crying babies, the different cities he visited, his bout with food poisoning on a twelve hour bus ride on his side trip to Cambodia. He’s funny and energetic, and it soothes you, lets you relax into the couch a little as you listen intently, asking a question here and there. You’re so caught up in his antics you don’t notice Eren sauntering over, plopping down beside you on the couch.

“Are you talking about Thailand again, bro?” Eren groans, wiping a hand over his face. Connie’s face flushes pink as he frowns.

“That’s what I’m saying!” Jean directs his red-eyed glare at Connie.

“Don’t stop him,” you argue, feeling bad as they dogpile on their friend, “I’m listening, Connie.”

Connie smiles gratefully, continuing on as if he hadn’t been interrupted. Eren sighs, resigned to his fate, and settles into his seat to your left, throwing an arm carelessly over the back of the couch, and, coincidentally, around your shoulders. You feel awful because now you’ve lied; you’re not listening to Connie at all, too encapsulated by both the physical and the emotional weight of Eren’s arm around you. No, you reprimand yourself, he’s just getting comfortable. Don’t read into it.

The hour you promised Historia flies by. You’re thoroughly entertained by Jean, Connie, and Eren’s dynamic; Jean seems like a bit of a hothead, bickering with Eren at every opportunity, but Connie balances them out nicely, providing comedic relief at the perfect moments. When you finish your first drink, Eren’s quick to offer you a second and eventually a third, heading off for the kitchen and throwing your one-hour rule right out of the window. One more won’t hurt, you think, especially since you’re actually enjoying yourself. With the lack of distraction, you’re now free to look across the room where Annie, Armin, Historia, Mikasa, and Ymir are all huddled in a circle around a phone. You hear Historia’s drunken giggle and decide to interfere.

“What are you guys doing over there?”

Historia and Ymir exchange an inspired look that makes you sick to your stomach as Eren returns, throwing his arm back over you and peering at the screen in Historia’s hand. “Is that that Truth or Dare app?”

“You know it?” Historia’s eyes sparkle; you can feel it in your bones that’s she’s just concocted a fresh form of torture for you.

“Sort of.” Eren scratches his head, unwitting to the plot you can see unfolding right in front of you.

“Play with us, then!” Historia smiles innocently, beckoning you over. You know better and start to hesitate, but Eren smirks at you.

“What? Too chicken?”

You scowl at him childishly, and turn back to Historia, gesturing to her to bring the game over to the center of the room. You all get re-settled with the new focal point of Ymir’s phone as Historia explains the rules: the phone will pass from player to player, and whoever is holding the phone gets the opportunity to read a truth or a dare prompt to someone in the circle. Simple enough, you think, relieved that Historia won’t have the creative liberty to think of anything humiliating.

“We’re playing the spicy version,” Ymir smirks, “hope you guys don’t mind.”

Fuck. So much for that idea. You try to stay calm under Eren’s arm, praying he doesn’t feel your body tense up.

Historia goes first, daring Connie to reveal his body count. The phone moves to Armin, who has to dare Annie to kiss him on any body part of her choosing, a pink stain erupting on his cheeks when she leans in to peck his nose. The dares progressively get worse until you’re all in stitches laughing at Ymir and Jean tentatively touching tongues, Ymir retching into her hand dramatically afterwards.

“Okay, I’m not that bad,” Jean frowns, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I have an aversion to men,” Ymir hisses, narrowing her eyes. Historia pets her girlfriend’s hair soothingly.

“Down, girl. Go, Armin!”

Armin presses the little rolling dice icon on the screen, and the game chimes as it arrives at its decision. Wide, blue eyes meet yours, and he says your name, asks the question.

“Truth or dare?”

You want to pick truth, take the safe route, but after a couple of drinks and Eren calling you a chicken, you can’t convince yourself to. See, Eren? I can be fun.

“Dare,” you answer confidently. Historia winks at you; you ignore her. Armin reads the screen, the corner of his mouth curling up mischievously.

“It’s daring you to sit on Eren’s lap.”

You blanche. The lap-sitting dare’s already been called several times: Armin himself is reading your dare out from where he’s perched on Hitch’s thighs. But Eren? Surely, Historia rigged it; you look to her in a panic, but her face is simply split into an anticipatory grin. You’re frozen for a beat until Eren shuffles around beside you.

“C’mon then,” Eren grunts, hooking you under the armpits and scooping you up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your stomach so your ass is pressed firmly into his crotch. You look over your shoulder at him, positive that your eyes are comically wide in surprise; you’ve been able to feel the ripples in his arms through his hoodie all night, but you hadn’t expected him to be so strong. Eren shrugs from behind you, an impish smile on his face. “‘S just a dare. I don’t bite.”

“Don’t believe him,” Mikasa deadpans from across the table, “he’s got rabies.”

That lightens the tension between you, and you exhale an easy laugh, wiggling around on Eren’s lap until you’re comfortable. You hear Eren suck in a sharp breath behind you, low enough that only you catch it. 

“You okay? Am I too heavy?”

Eren meets your eyes, almost looking a little startled that you heard him. “No, yeah, m’fine.”

There’s a strain to his voice that wasn’t there before, but you opt to ignore it, hoping you aren’t making him uncomfortable. You have to force yourself to focus on the game and not the heat of his hands sinking through your shirt, unmoving from their station on your hips. The game continues amidst several roaring rounds of laughter: Jean has to “slide his hand up Armin’s thigh suggestively”, Mikasa has to lick Hitch’s neck, Historia has to tell everyone her favorite sex position.

Hitch gets dared to kiss you next, standing and walking to where you sit on Eren, giving you a chaste peck on the lips full of tipsy giggles. Jean, Connie, Eren, and Armin are rendered silent, much to the girls’ amusement.

“Hello?” Mikasa waves a hand in front of Jean’s unblinking eyes; he swats her away irritably. You peek at Eren to see a perverted grin splitting his face; he looks happy as a clam. You pinch his thigh, making him jump.

“Ow! Damn, what was that for?” He rubs his thigh, voice wounded.

“Being a creep,” you say, but the smile twitching at your lips betrays you. Eren���s eyes grow imperceptibly darker, in a private way that feels like it’s just meant for you.

“If you think that’s bad…” he trails off, shaking his head and wrapping his arms against your stomach, snuggling you into his chest. You kick your feet in protest, laughing as you try to shove him off, but Eren’s got you pinned to him, eyebrows raised in amusement at your struggle. He sneaks a hand to your ribcage, digging his fingers in to tickle you. “C’mon, you’re not even trying!”

“Stop, Eren- fuck, that tickles!” You manage to choke out around your furious giggles, worming around in his iron grip.

“Can you lovebirds cut it out?” Jean shoves Eren’s shoulder harshly, nearly knocking you both off the couch. You slide off of his lap, already having fallen halfway off in the struggle, cheeks burning as you come back to the room full of half-strangers and out of the little moment you’ve just had with Eren. You can feel Historia’s eyes burning a smug hole in your forehead. “It’s almost eleven, if we’re going out we need to get moving.”

“Shit, really?” Eren’s still catching his breath, pulling his phone out of his back pocket to check for himself. Sure enough, 10:57 is glaring white on the screen back at him. The past week hits you, and suddenly you’re so tired, unwilling to face Scout’s or wherever they’re planning on going. “Scout’s or Devil’s Paradise? What are you guys in the mood for?”

You feel the permanence of the few drinks you’ve had and the lack of sleep this past week setting in, eyes heavy. “I think I’m probably just going to head home.”

You’re met with a resounding round of protests from the group. Only Eren is there to come to your defense, swinging an arm around you and pulling your ear to his mouth. “Want me to take you?”

He’s only had one beer, safe enough and far preferable to stumbling through the cold streets half-drunk and alone. You nod; you’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the exhaustion, but your eyes flutter, and you lean into his embrace. 

“I’ll meet up with you guys later,” Eren says, waving his friends out the door; his tone leaves no room for argument. Ordinarily, you’d be embarrassed at the way he speaks for you, but you’re grateful for it now, legs draped over his while the rest of your party files out.

“Text me when you’re home!” Historia calls, she and Ymir making up the caboose of the line that files out of the door in search of more fun to be had. You’re not worried about missing out, content with the warmth of Eren’s body against yours. Once the door shuts, you two sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Eren scrolling on his phone and you drifting dangerously close to sleep, curled into him.

“Ready?” Eren’s inquisition isn’t pressing; he actually sounds more than happy to let you lay here for the rest of the night, let you take advantage of his status as a personal space heater and cuddle up for the next few hours.

“Ready,” you reluctantly sigh, allowing him to pull you to your feet and out the door. You let him practically carry you, leaning on him heavily until he buckles you into his obnoxious muscle car. Eren starts the engine only for metal music to come blaring out of the speakers.

“Fuck!” Eren jumps, scrambling to turn it down. “Sorry.”

You’re so tired you’re barely phased, laughing sleepily and pulling your knees to your chest, making yourself comfortable in the seat. “S’ok.”

The red LED lights lining the accents of the leather inside soothe you, the movement of the car rocking you softly as he pulls out and onto the street, driving you home. This is far too comfortable for a potential one night stand at best, but you’re too exhausted to care, little tidbits of Elizabethan English literature rocketing around in your tired mind. The car ride is short, your head bobbing against the cool windowpane as you watch the streetlights pass by. When you arrive, Eren places a hand on your knee, warming your skin through your jeans.

“Sure you’re okay?” You don’t miss the note of concern in his tone, smiling to yourself.

“Yeah,” you answer, shaking yourself awake as best you can, “I’m fine. Just tired, s’all.”

Eren looks dubious, searching your face. “You don’t seem like the type of girl to fall asleep at the pregame.”

“It’s school,” you admit, “and work. I’ve gotten like six hours of sleep in two days.”

 “Want me to walk you up?”

“You don’t have to.”

“That’s not what I asked.”  The authority in his voice isn’t something you’ll soon forget, feeding the flames in your core.

“I’m a big girl, Eren, I’ll be fine. I just have to hop through that door,” you point at the illuminated door in the parking garage, “into the elevator, and then third door on the–”

“Left. I remember,” Eren finishes for you, leaning onto the center console. He’s very close to your face, close enough for you to graze your hand over his cheek, which, you do, curiosity and beer outweighing your common sense. Your eyes are wide open now, studying him. You know you’re staring at his lips, too forward for your relationship as it stands, but you’re tipsy and far beyond tired and you can’t help yourself. In the low lighting of the parking garage, he’s gorgeous, eyes almost glowing.

You’re not sure who leans in, but you feel your lips brush together, tentative and shaky. He leans into you further, pressing his lips fully against yours. His mouth is even hotter than his hands were, searing as he kisses you deeper. You can feel his hand come up to caress your cheek, cupping your face and pulling you closer to him. You hate yourself for it, but a little whimper escapes you, pouring into him. Eren takes advantage of your open lips, swipes his tongue against your teeth, and before you know it, he’s pulling you over the center console to straddle in his lap.

He’s not too rough with you, but he’s insatiable, his hands traveling up your back, one landing on the back of your neck to hold you firmly to him and the other gripping your ass through your jeans, drinking you down like he’s a man starved. You nip at his bottom lip, wide awake now and grateful for the slight tint to his windows. Your hands run through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and it earns you a throaty groan from deep inside his chest, making you smile against his lips.

“You sure you don’t want me to walk you up?” Eren murmurs, mouthing at your jaw. The sound of his voice grounds you a little, and you giggle breathlessly as he brushes over a particularly ticklish spot. 

“Told you I’m a big girl,” you whisper, “what do I need you for?”

Eren smirks, dark and dangerous. “Might need me to protect you. Who knows? There’s all sorts of awful guys who would love to take advantage of a pretty little thing like you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” Eren’s half-hooded eyes flick down to your chest and back up to your eyes, making your regretful response twice as difficult to get out.

“I need to go to bed, and you need to go with Armin’s birthday thing,” you sigh, leaning back against the steering wheel. You’re well aware you don’t have the willpower to turn him down to your lips inches away, but it’s late, and you could use the sleep. Not to mention the 8:00 am lecture waiting for you first thing in the morning. “Isn’t he like, your best friend?”

Eren groans dramatically, throwing his head back against the headrest.

“Armin won’t mind, I mean,” he traces a hand up your body, fingers grazing you from hip to chest, “just look at you.”

“What?” You cock your head playfully. Eren rakes his gaze over your body, stopping in a few choice places, something wicked pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“Really gonna make me say it?”

You smirk down at him. “Maybe.”

“You’re trouble,” he tackles you again, pulling you into another kiss that’s all tongue and teeth and giggles. Eventually you find the willpower to shove yourself away from him, knocking your spine into the steering wheel with a short honk that makes laughter spill from both of you.

“Okay, really, unless you would also like to wake up at 6:30, I should get going.” You dab at the little tears pricking your eyes, trying to catch your breath. “Plus, you’d be a bad friend if you didn’t head back out for Armin’s birthday.”

“Can’t have that,” Eren agrees, regret flickering over his face. He reaches for his door handle so you can climb out on his side, but he changes his mind, withdrawing his hand and going for his phone instead.

“What is it?”

“Before you go,” Eren slides his phone open, tongue caught between his lips— God, he’s so fucking cute, “lemme get your number.”

You can’t help yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “Oh, so now you want my number.”

Eren frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Could’ve asked Historia all week.”

An indignant flush rises in his cheeks. “I’m a man. I wanted to ask you myself, in person. Plus…”

The rest of his words taper off into a quiet mumble that you can’t quite catch. “Plus what?”

“I was nervous,” Eren raises his gaze to meet your eyes sheepishly, cheeks now bright red. Your heart thuds in your chest; he really is beautiful, with his long dark lashes and strong nose. You can hardly conceptualize the fact that he’d just kissed you- twice. A teasing smile tugs at your mouth.

“Nervous?”

“‘M not exactly your type, am I?” You can barely hold your laugh in, remembering your own cyclical, self-disparaging thoughts over the last few days.

“Give me that.” You snatch his phone and type your number in, handing it back to him with a smile. “Okay, I really should head up now.”

Eren concedes, throwing his door open for you to clamber off of his lap, stand in the doorway of his car, look down at him. Eren stares at you for a beat, running his eyes up and down your body. You start to step back, bid him goodnight, when he breaks out into a boyish grin, raises a hand to flick two fingers at you in a come-hither motion.

“Get back over here.”

You dissolve into giggles, feeling light as air, leaning back into the car to indulge him in one- no, two, or maybe three more kisses before you’re pushing yourself off of him with a quiet moan. “Eren, I need to go to bed, really, I do.”

“I know,” he sighs, leaning back into his seat. If you dare to look down, you can see where his pants are starting to tent, a thick bulge behind the zipper. You swallow hard; maybe he’ll end up living up to his impressive reputation after all. It takes every ounce of nerve in your body, but you step back from the car and wave meekly.

“Goodnight, Eren.”

“I’ll see you,” Eren smiles, shutting his door. Before you can even make it through the door, your phone buzzes, and you pull it out with a knowing smile.

> nice ass ;) sleep tight

It's so crude it makes you laugh out loud, turning around to see Eren snickering to himself childishly in his car. You toss him your middle finger as a response, only making him laugh harder. You don't hear the roar of his engine until you're already stepping into the elevator. The ride up feels long, exacerbated by your exhaustion, and you lean heavily on the wall, nervous butterflies dancing in your stomach as if you’d just had your first kiss. Your phone buzzes again, and you know who it is before you even unlock the screen.

> make it home safe? it’s ok if u don’t answer bc ur wrapped up in bed with ur boy toy ;)

Historia’s text would have ordinarily annoyed you, but you’re so giddy and love-drunk you giggle to yourself, thumbs trembling as you type back.

> he just dropped me off. he’s heading back to u guys now

> what???? nothing happened?

> i don’t kiss and tell

> aha! so u DID kiss him

> maybe…

Your phone buzzes close to a dozen times after that, but you pocket it, figuring you can just fill Historia in in the morning. You want nothing more than to collapse in your bed, but the lingering taste of Eren on your lips is distracting you. All throughout your skincare and your tooth brushing and your changing clothes, it still feels like his hands are ghosting over your body.

When you finally tuck yourself in, you slither a hand down your body and into your pajama shorts, rubbing mindlessly until you cum with the memory of Eren’s mouth and everything it might be capable of on your mind and his name on your tongue. You feel a lick of hot shame as you throw your shorts into the hamper, but a rush of elation follows it up. Eren wants you just as badly as you want him, and now, you’ve gathered enough evidence to do something about it. One good fuck, you decide, and he’ll be out of your system. Just one.

[keithisbae1]

You Won't Remember Me - Part 2

CW: Angst!!

For as long as she could remember Sarada had no memory of her mother, her Papa always talked about her with great pride and love. She loved hearing stories about her, about them. Even when she found out that Mama was a human, Sarada asked and questioned Sasuke on how that was possible because everyone knew that humans and vampires were enemies. Her Papa chuckled and explained that he couldn’t help but fall for her, it probably also explained about Sarada herself. Unlike her father, Sarada wasn’t satisfied after drinking blood. She needed solid food so she would eat like a human. She favoured a lot of her Mama’s food according to Papa. And it hurt knowing she could never meet her. It was unfair, why did everyone else get to have one but her? Papa blamed himself since humans and vampires were never meant for one another so this was his punishment but Sarada didn’t get it. She couldn’t help but feel slightly envious as she would watch Boruto cry to his mother when he got hurt and how she would comfort him. Telling him he was such a brave boy and pampering him with kisses, even if he would pout saying he was ‘no baby’ and that she was embarrassing him. Or watching other human children being out with their Mama in the park, asking for ice cream, carrying them when they would get sleepy and watching as they would be picked up one by one to go home. 

Sarada’s small hand would grip onto his trousers, and he could sense she was upset. He picked up his daughter, allowing her to bury her head into his neck, letting out silent tears until she got tired and fell asleep. 

Even though her Papa had warned her to stay away from Mama, Sarada disobeyed and crept out during the day to look for her. Since she had been spying on her for a while, she had an idea of where to search first. Her mother worked in a big lab (hospital) and would often head back home at funny times. Well for a human that is, it’s no wonder how Papa met her if she always left at night. She waited and was surprised to see her leave the place early, along with a darker blonde woman next to her. “Mama!” Sarada sprang out grinning happily. 

“Oh, you again? Where’s your father?” Sakura picked up the little girl who was more than happy to be held by her mother. “You know her dear?” The other woman gave a weary look, which she didn’t quite get. It was normal for a mother to hold her daughter and this was the first time Sarada had been held by her. “I bumped into her a few weeks ago, she keeps calling me ‘Mama.’ I guess we look alike.” Again, with such strange words, Sarada didn’t understand. Why couldn’t she recognise her own daughter? She had tried to ask Sasuke, but he wouldn’t say anything. “Do you know where your Papa is?” Sakura asks smiling at the little girl. “Papa said I wasn’t allowed to see you.” There was an awkward silence with neither knowing how to respond until Sakura gave an awkward laugh. 

“Oh, is that so. I’m sure he’s only concerned about your safety.” Now the only difficulty would be how and where to find him. Surely, he couldn’t be too far, she was too young to be walking about by herself like this. “I’ll take her.” The other woman responded. “Eh?” 

“I’ll take her home, he’s probably worried sick about her. And I can see the look on your face, you need to go home and rest.” “But-” “Besides, you shouldn’t be doing anything in your condition.” At that Sakura closed her mouth, it was true she couldn’t do anything too strenuous or stress herself out. Still, something about her seemed familiar. Like a parental instinct, or maybe she was just worried for her. “I want to stay with Mama.” Sarada’s small hand gripped her shirt, again why did everyone want to separate them. All she wanted was to have her own Mama. “Ah, I’m sorry dear but she needs to rest. She’s very sick you see.” “Mama’s sick?” Sarada turned her head to Sakura studying the woman. Was this why she didn’t remember her? “Yes, don’t worry. She just needs some rest and besides I’m sure your father must be worried.” “Okay…” If it can’t be helped then she’ll go back home with Papa. Sakura almost felt guilty having to let her go but knew it was best to let her mother take care of her. The little girl seemed upset and concerned but Sakura patted her head smiling reassuringly. “Thank you Ma and I’m sorry, but she’ll take good care of you.” As Sakura walked away Mebuki let out a soft smile. “You really are like your own Mama, aren’t you?” 

~~~

Mebuki waited by the park at night, she had managed to track down Sasuke which wasn’t as difficult seeing as he was out looking for her but had requested to meet up privately so they could have a talk. The street light flickered and Sasuke was beside her in a flash. 

“Thank you for taking care of Sarada for me.” “You don’t need to thank me, dear. She’s my granddaughter. Of course, I would take care of her.” “How is she anyway?” Sasuke sighed, figuring he should be honest. “Upset, confused. She got really excited knowing Sakura is alive but…she doesn’t understand why she can’t be with her.” “I’m sure she is,” Mebuki felt horrible about taking her away from Sakura. Parents and children weren’t meant to be apart, but they didn’t have a choice. If they could both she and Kizashi would gladly help look after Sarada however that would have only made things more complicated. “Have you met anyone?” The random question took him off guard. “Anyone new I mean, a new lover? “You know it’s not as simple as that.” Vampires don’t simply find someone else the way humans do. After meeting someone, that’s it. They were their one and only. Their soulmate, their other half. There was no one else. “Right, I’m sorry.” “Sasuke… there’s something you should know. About Sakura.” 

“What is it? Is she okay?” Always worried about her, even though they weren’t in each other’s life the two could tell Sasuke would still keep tabs on them. And that’s what made sharing the news even more difficult. 

“She’s fine, more than fine but… she’s pregnant.” The words slowly sank in, and Sasuke felt himself heartbroken all over again. “I see...” “I’m sorry, we wanted to tell you sooner. But it’s not like you make it easy for us to find you and well with Sarada acting the way she does, I think it’ll break her heart witnessing Sakura be a mother to someone else.” She was too young to fully grasp what was going on, to find out the truth. And this was only going to make things more difficult. 

“That’s why I asked you about if you had anyone else, I mean it’s been so long now and well Sakura doesn’t even remember you. It’s just… you deserve to find happiness too. For you and Sarada.” “No, I knew what I was getting myself into. I won’t find someone just because Sakura has. I can’t do that.” “I understand please don’t shut that idea down. I know Sakura would want you to be happy too, to find someone else that could make you happy as she did.” He let out an uncharacteristic snort.

“That’s impossible… but if it makes you feel better. If I do find someone else… I’ll give it a shot.” Not that it’ll be easy. “And besides, I still…” The words were lumped in the back of his throat. “You still love her?”

“Ah.” It wasn’t like they chose to break up, they didn’t have a choice. They were looking forward to being a family however Sasuke had to make a choice. Losing Sakura or her memories, memories of them, of Sarada. 

As his family had warned him, the two were never meant to be and yet Sarada was here. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it.” He bowed and was about to leave. Even if there was someone else, if she was happy then that’s all that mattered.

However, he couldn’t just let her go. “Sasuke, I really am sorry.” He probably didn’t hear those words or maybe he did. She could only imagine what was to come now with Sarada.

[widowsofchaos]

The Wolf, The Widow, & Their Angel

Writing’s Game created by the baddest, Roo! @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ *screams like a feral banshee* tHe BaDDesT BiTcH sHE iS!

~my given prompt~

Pairing: dark!BuckyNat x black!Reader

Summary: You start to dissociate looking through windows, and it concerns your captors.

Warnings: ddlg relationship, forced age regression, mentions of spanking, water sports, and kidnapping, eventual Stockholm syndrome. a dash of yandere behavior.

a/n: hiii, so glad im finally into the swing of writing, and I really wanted to dive into this writing challenge made by Roo! Trope: Snowed In // Item/Location: Windows. Seems really fun, and gives a chance for people to explore different kinks and scenarios given to them! So I hope you enjoy! There has been things changed for sake of the story, like cause fuck canon sometimes, right? Muahaha💋

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Snowflakes hit against the windows, sounding like tiny BB bullets as the bellowing winds harshly beats against the bullet-proof glass.

Ever-growing thick piles of snow surrounded the Avengers compound, as New York City is under attack by one of the worst snow-storms the city has ever endured in years.

Airports are temporarily shut-down, so are local businesses, the streets deserted with no sign of life. Nature’s cold wrath forces citizens to self-quarantine, and celebrate Christmas indoors, snowed in for perhaps a few weeks.

So much for your grand escape.

Six months you have been held captive, and forced to prance around like a living doll. A toy to satiate your captors’ sexual appetites and deep-rooted needs to protect ‘an innocent angel like yourself.’ As you sit here on the cold floor of the living room, battling boredom, and your solemn thoughts, mindlessly chewing on the pink paci in your mouth, you didn’t hear one of your captors and one of their accomplices walk in.

Fidgeting in your white onesie that had multiple crayon drawn rainbows printed on it, as you try to find some comfort - your buttocks still stung from this morning’s spanking. Your coco-brown buttocks peaking from your onesie, your diaper peaking from the edges, deep purple and yellow bruises painting your skin were apparent. That��s the abuse a metal prosthetic can inflict.

Your bronze skin now shiny with lotion to soothe the burgundy raw welts. You can barely sit still, rocking back and forth to relieve some tension. Sniffling trying to zone out in your mind.

Your hair was in two split curly pigtails, each split of massive hair clipped with two pink bows. Your index finger twirling in your chocolate curls, as the other hand was toying with the fabric of your white booties, with tears in your eyes, trying to imagine time spent with your real family.

Are they okay? Do they miss you? Have they been searching for you?

You can still recall the day you were kidnapped, it was a blur, it was so quick,

As the two perpetrators waltz silently towards you, as your back facing them, suddenly one of them playfully pull on your pigtails.You gasp, your eyes wide as saucers, as your mouth opened, your paci fell on your lap. Your day-dreaming shattered, as if you were high in the clouds then held by the calf and dragged right back to reality.

“Hey baby.” A husky velvety voice spoke against your ear, your heart hammering harshly against your chest. It’s him, the former Winter Soldier, his close companions call him Bucky, but you’re forced to call him daddy.

“Uncle Steve told me that you have been sitting here for hours” he brought his thumb to wipe away a tear you didn’t realize began to fall. You glanced over your shoulder to see Steve standing by the door-way smiling adoringly at the sight of a daddy and his baby, leaning against the door frame, with his strong hands stuffed in his jean pockets.

You felt menacing cerulean blue eyes burn a hole in your skull, Bucky couldn’t pull his eyes away from yours even if he tried. To him, you were perfect. You were a gift from God, an angel sent to ease his burdens along side his wife, Natasha. You couldn’t bare looking into his eyes, too intense, too suffocating. A flash of affection beamed across his eyes.

You whined, shuffling as best as you could away from your captor, “Baby, you dropped your paci.” Bucky plucked your pacificer from the floor, bringing towards your chapped lips, “Now it’s dirty, my sweet baby can’t have a dirty paci ...” he trailed off, the rims of your eyes slightly red, glossy from the forthcoming droplets.

He knows why you’ve been crying, he had to punish you this morning. You were trying to act like a big girl, and refused to be bathed, insisting you can clean yourself as an adult.

A smirk slowly crept on Bucky’s bearded face, he noticed you was leaning forward, preventing any bodily pressure to increase on your sore ass. “Is my baby’s cute ass sore?” His nose brushed against your cheek, a guttural moan vibrated in his throat, inhaling your scent; his hot breath fanning over your tear-stained face.

His pink lips hairs away from yours, growing agitated that you didn’t respond, he gripped one of your pigtails with his flesh hand.

You yelped in pain, your button nose scrunched, brows furrowed deeply; the prickly pins and needles sensation scorching throughout your scalp, as Bucky held your hair in a death clutch. “Answer your daddy! Is my baby’s cute ass sore?!” Bucky snarls like a beast.

You choked back a sob, forced to look into his cerulean blue eyes, clouded by grey storm clouds. His pupils dilated, his nose flared, not to further infuriate the former soldier, “Ye-yes, daddy -” your throat tightened in fear, “my butt is sore.” Satisfied that you answered sweetly, Bucky relinquished his hand, kissing away your tears with feathery pecks, “Don’t cry, my angel.” His voice lowered softly.

His stubble tickled you, but you resisted a chuckle in your throat along with your untamed bile, he shushed you, “Don’t cry, baby. Daddy’s sorry he had to get loud.” Bucky cooed, talking to you like you were a toddler.

Your sobs quieted down, now simmering to hiccups, as he pulled you flushed against his broad chest. Even when he cradled you, his physicality reminded you, that you can’t escape.

Bucky is at least, two hundred pounds lean, built into massive biceps, and sculpted abs. You can’t fight him, nor her. Natasha’s physique is slender, but she’s toned.

Enquiped to defeat any enemy, a master in trickery and slealth, able to disappear within thin air like her husband ... many have fallen for sadly mistaken the Russian for beauty over brains ... don’t underestimate the former assassin. You already learned your lesson.

Your delicate fingers gripped his red Henley shirt, the cotton fiber bunching between your brown fingers, as you whimpered, your cheek squished against his frame.

Bucky sported a smug smirk on his stubbled jaw, glancing to his oldest best friend. A chuckle was breathed out of Steve’s nose, knowing the breaking down method was slowly progressing.

Steve knows that this is what Bucky, and Natasha needs in their life. Something innocent to protect, the couple hasn’t had a pure light in their life for years, so it’s understandable that for the first time they encountered you, they had to have you.

It was fate.

Indeed the meticulous harsh punishments was working. No matter how hard you tried to fight back, and resist the urges to succumb to their sexual pleasures, your mind was betraying you.

There has been moments of your compliance, calling everyone by their designated names. Natasha as your mommy, Bucky as your daddy, and the rest of the Avengers as your uncles and aunt. Letting your uncles and aunt baby you, feed you, play with you, and punish you if needed too.

Let’s just say, the punishments were just as equally barbarous. Wall-seats, harsh spanking, knees on raw rice, gas lighting, slight choking, knees resting on raw rice, electrical nipple clamps as your head will be dunked in water, that’s Bucky’s go-to if his patience runs dry.

And a few slaps here and there if you cuss everybody out.

Natasha’s favorite is clit cream, it causes severe itching on your pussy, you would rub your mound on any solid surface to relieve yourself to the point of your vagina being raw, and irritated.

How does the sadistic couple help the itching and burning stop? Take turns squirting their piss directly on your clit.

Shame and humiliation has become your constant demons.

Bucky’s red shirt had a strong but subtle smell of mint, and oak. You rubbed your nose into the shirt, it’s calming your frightened senses, as numerous flashbacks of pain came flooding your shattered mind.

“Awh my baby, loves holding her daddy.” Bucky spoke into your brushed curls, you didn’t realize you were practically clinging to Bucky like a baby kola. Bucky nuzzled his nose into your curls, his eyes closed, relishing in this rare moment.

Bucky’s strong biceps slithered around your petite waist, you involuntarily clutching your arms around his neck for support. His open palms calmly rubbed circles under your thighs, but close to your painful bruises.

You flinch at the close proximity of his fingertips grazing your abused flesh. It was his reminder of how quickly his temper can switch.

Don’t misbehave.

You prefer to seek his approval, to fall on his good graces. 

“D-daddy?” you crooked into his now tear-stained shirt, the dampened spots now a deeper shade of red, you sniffled, scared to look him in the eye, “Yes baby?” Bucky’s smirked.

“I wanna look at the windows more. The snowflakes are pretty.” You hated how your voice was trembling, and trailing into little space.

You’re conversing with Bucky as if you were a toddler. One discovery you stumbled on during this ordeal is that deep inside the crevasse of your mind, there’s a little girl.

Sub-space, or little space ... you knew you had it, which in turn, helped you adapt to your new environment from time to time. Catching yourself enjoying being pampered, no longer being burdened by of the problems that come with being an adult. No longer do you work, you hated your office job. You gracefully fall into a space of hazy clouds.

Bucky’s brows furrowed, a bit befuddled, as his eyes pleaded with Steve’s, who in return shook his head, no.

Steve brought this new found habit of yours up to Bucky and Natasha earlier, whenever you were punished, you hide away to look out the windows.

Steve realized that you were probably dissociating. That worried everybody, it means you were suffering from not accepting your new life, clinging onto your old one, and if you’re in pain, Bucky and Natasha are in pain.

You’re more than their little girl, you’re their missing third. Their companion, their angel, and even if you rebuke it, your best friends. Many occurrences, Nat and Bucky has confided to you about their dark pasts, revealing secrets not even their close team mates are aware of.

To gain your trust, and your sympathy, to show despite their cruel punishments, they are broken humans emotionally dependent on you. In any bond between lovers, that’s your best friend.

Out of love — tough love, but love nonetheless.

Bucky’s lip formed into a thin-line, “No, baby. Uncle Steve told me you do this a lot, you know he’s worried about you? So is everybody else, you haven’t even eaten since this morning” Bucky’s voice got stern, but it was contrast to his facial features softening. His brows now slanted in-ward, demonstrating his distress.

It’s the truth, you’re co-dependent on bullet-proof glass. You can observe the outside world. It helps you escape to your imaginary getaway. Whatever your heart desires, your brain creates unabashed scenarios of being surrounded by your family, and friends.

But more recently, you imagine poppy fields, sleeping in high-end stocks of flowers — but soon the demons roam in search of you, and the sky darkens.

“No, baby. No more windows. Ever again.” Bucky’s eyes squinted, you gasped. You were ready to beg, plead to stay on the floor just a little while longer, “Now it’s lunch time. I can hear my little angel’s tummy growling.” Bucky patted your belly gingerly, with no hesitation, he scooped you in his arms lifting you in the air.

Instinctively you locked your legs around his waist, your eyes never wavered from the frosty chilled windows. Your body began shaking, choking back pitiful sobs, as you ducked your head in Bucky’s neck.

“Maybe she needs a nap, she’s been crying all day.” Steve recalls hearing you sniffle since this morning, after getting a spanking. Bucky’s thumb rubbed circles into your shoulder blades, cooing you to settle down.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Bucky kissed your scalp, “she’ll feel better when she wakes up.” As the two soldiers discussed about you as if you weren’t present, you just went limp, your legs dangling. If it wasn’t for Bucky’s inhuman strength, you would’ve fallen.

What’s the point in fighting anymore? Your body is worn, and your brain is fried. There’s no escape, for years you thought so highly of the Avengers, but you learned that they were not so righteous.

Steve noticed your eyes were dull, it’s blank. Steve subtly caressed your cheek, as he walked by Bucky’s side. A small lopsided smile curved at your lips, but Steve was still worried.

Finally reaching Bucky’s apartment, Steve helped open the door as Bucky was pre-occupied holding you, “Steve, can you wash her pacifier for me?” Steve nodded, taking the pacifier from Bucky.

As Steve reached the kitchenette, to wash the paci in the sink, Bucky went to your bedroom. A custom made state of the art bedroom, the walls covered in white wallpaper with multiple printed teddy bears. Fuzzy pink carpeting, stuffies galore spilling out of the bin, toys ranging from blocks, puzzles, coloring books, barbies -- you name it, they spoiled you.

Bucky cooed in your ear sweetly as he laid you down in your custom crib, the plush mattress welcomed your body. You whined a bit, a few tears falling, “Hush, baby, it’s okay. Uncle Stevie is bringing your paci.” Bucky caressed your arms, and face trying to cal, your nerves.

Your eyes were droopy, mental exhaustion overpowering you, but you were resisting sleep. You started rubbing your eyes, as if you were a restless toddler refusing naptime. 

Bucky and Natasha also has been popping sleeping pills, bladder weakening pills and birth control pills in your milk. To set your body on schedule, so you can learn to adapt using a diaper. Fall sleep at proper time during the day. 

Steve entered the bedroom, to see Bucky trying to stop you from your agitated state. “She’s fussy.”Steve’s tone was laced with concern, he quickly gave Bucky the paci, and you shut your mouth. “It’s okay, baby. It’s your paci, say ah.” Bucky was trying to persuade you, you hated that you were becoming dependent on it.

You pouted, Bucky sighed. Once again, he had to resort doing it the hard way. Bucky pinched your nose shut, preventing any oxygen, after a few seconds, you had no choice, but to open your mouth for air.

You gasped, and Bucky took advantage, quickly popping the paci in your mouth, shutting your mouth with his palms. You whined, as Bucky kissed your forehead. Bucky tucked you in, “I love you, angel.” With that Bucky and Steve started leaving the room, turning the light switch off, and closed the door behind them.

Darkness and silence looming over you, your eyes drooped shut, drifting into a dreamless slumber.

***

It’s been over an hour of naptime, and finally Natasha returned from training. She entered the apartment to see Bucky sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. “Bucky, what’s wrong?” He lifted his gaze up, and Nat saw tears in his eyes.

Nat dashed to her husband’s aid, sitting next to him on the couch. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Nat was growing increasingly worried, “Our angel hates me.” Bucky croaked, his voice was hoarse. Natasha pulled Bucky into her arms, Bucky sniffled as he sunk himself into her chest.

“She doesn’t hate you. She’s still learning.”

“You didn’t see the fear in her eyes today. Her eyes looked dull, as if she wasn’t there. Even Steve saw it.” Bucky wailed in Nat’s arms. “It’s okay, she’s not broken. It’s not a quick procedure to get our angel. She will realize this is what’s good for her.”

“I just want her to be happy with us.”

“I know, Bucky. Me too.” Natasha kissed his head.

What Natasha didn’t realize was that you heard their conversation, as you awoke from your nap.

***

Was life with these people really that hard? They spoil you to no end. Yes, their choice of punishments aren’t ordeal, but after punishments they soothed you as if you were the most fragile treasure in the world. Can you learn to love them? Perhaps. Do you feel bad for them hurting? A little, and that’s what scares you.

You care, and it’s been bothering you.

For weeks, your hatred towards the Avengers has been simmering down. You did enjoy no longer having responsibilities, enjoying little space, you were slipping into the headspace more and more.

As thoughts were swirling in your mind like angry bees, the door opened, you quickly closed your eyes again. The light turned on, and their footsteps sounded quiet, not wanting to disturb your sleep, towards your massive crib.

Natasha and Bucky were hovering over you, watching you sleep, as if it’s their favorite view. So obsessed with you, vowing to kill anyone who will try to take you away from them.

Both Nat, and Bucky brought their fingers to your face, caressing your tear-stained cheeks. It was like this for a few moments, until they slowly shook you awake. Tenderly they coaxed you awake, your eyelids fluttered open.

“Hey pretty girl, time to wake up.” Natasha softly ruffled your curly ponytails. You don’t know what snapped in you, maybe your brain has given up, or maybe it’s the way these two are affectionately staring down at you.

Beyond the misty darkness that clouds their eyes, is love. Moments of good moments of playtime with them, or how they touched you giving you cummies, your body coming alive to their touch, or how your heart ached at their sadness flashed in your mind.

Maybe you do love them.

“Mommy. Daddy.” You mumbled against your paci, you made grabby hands outward to them. Natasha’s and Bucky’s eyes widened, their breaths hitched in their throats. At last, their little girl wants them - on her accord.

Natasha quickly took you out of the crib, holding you in her arms in an air tight hug. Bucky engulfed both of you in a bear hug.

At last.

***

It’s been a few weeks of you being the perfect angel, and quite frankly, you were happy. Stress of freedom slipped away, you were taken cared off. Adulthood was hard on you until Natasha and Bucky took you. It was unorthodox at first, slipping into your old apartment in the dead of the night, but it was worth it.

You were sitting on Bucky’s lap, as he sat on the couch watching cartoons with you. Your back against his chest, Bucky hugging you in his arms, your arm reaching behind his head, as your hand played with his hair. Bucky melts every-time you do that. You were sucking on your paci, and Natasha was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

The peaceful atmosphere was soon disrupted, as an urgent news broadcast flashed on the screen. You whined, and Bucky started looking for the remote to change the channel.

The broadcast flashed a picture of you, explaining that you were still declared missing, and your family was looking for you. Bucky’s whole body froze, as your silence was making him nervous. Natasha slowly peaked her head out from the kitchen.

You were unfazed, but you’re not dumb. You knew you had to reassure them, “Daddy, change the channel! I want cartoons.” You bounced a bit on his lap, to show your bratty impatience. Bucky picked up the remote, and put cartoon network on.

Both Nat’s, and Bucky’s heart fluttered, you didn’t care about your old life anymore. You took your paci out for a moment, and kissed your daddy. “I love you, daddy.” You put the paci back in your mouth, and watched the cartoons.

Bucky had tears in his eyes, and so did Natasha.

Their angel didn’t hate them, their angel loves them, and they love you.

Extra A/N: sorry that this was trash. This was beyond trash, I’m so sorry! This was rushed, and I’m bothered by it.

[missperfectlyfine13]

Could This Be Something Real?

Summary: Beca takes Chloe as her date to the grammy's and now the world thinks they are together

Bechloe Week 2020 - Day 5: "Fake Dating"

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“Beca you have to take someone with you to the Grammy’s, you can’t just go alone,” Beca’s PR team has been trying to convince her of the fact that she needs a date for the last half hour.

“I just don’t get why I can’t go by myself,” Beca huffs, leaning back in her chair angrily, “does it matter who I bring?”

“No…” Diane, her manager, starts to say before Beca cuts her off abruptly.

“Ok, I’ll bring Chloe then,” Beca says decidedly.

“That’s not what we really had in mind…”

“I don’t care, if I have to bring someone I want it to be someone I will at least have a good time with,” she’s sick of fighting with them on this, and Chloe would be over the moon to go to the Grammy’s.

Everyone seems to collectively back down, especially since they got Beca to at least agree to bring someone, even if that someone is not a celebrity. They had a list a mile long for Beca to choose from, all people that would help her budding career if she was seen with them. Beca is up for 3 Grammy’s which is huge, considering it’s all for her debut album. Which is all the more reason for Beca to want someone she actually cares about to be there with her.

“I’m going to call her right now,” Beca whips out her phone and already has Chloe’s number dialed before anyone can stop her.

Chloe picks up on the second ring and when Beca tells her, she screams so loud Beca’s entire team can hear her.

************

The day of the Grammy’s Chloe comes over to Beca’s house, where she has an entire team waiting to do their hair and makeup. Beca lets her stylists pick both her and Chloe’s outfits. She’s not sure what either of them are wearing yet.

After a few solid hours of being pampered, Beca is standing in her bedroom wearing a slim black dress, it’s a little understated in comparison to others she has seen but it’s still one of the most expensive things Beca has ever had on her body. This is her first BIG Hollywood event too. Her hair is curled, and partly pulled back and she has on so much makeup she scarcely recognizes herself.

When she finally makes it downstairs, Chloe is no where to be seen. They must still be getting her ready. After what seems like an eternity, she hears heels on the steps of the stairs.

When Beca finally sees Chloe, her breath is stolen away, and her jaw hits the floor. She’s so beautiful it hurts. She’s in an emerald green dress, floor length and strapless. Her hair is curled into an intricate updo, her makeup not as heavy as Beca’s but it’s definitely not a natural look. Chloe sees her staring and giggles lightly.

“I think that this dress costs more than every car I’ve ever owned combined,” Chloe is touching the sides of the dress dreamily, “this is amazing…you look amazing by the way.”

“You look gorgeous,” Beca tries to pull her gaze away but she can’t.

“You ladies ready?” her assistant for the night asks, “the car is outside.”

Beca nods and outstretches her hand for Chloe to take. She eagerly takes it and they walk out to the car waiting for them.

“You know, everyone was telling me while I was getting ready, that it’s really ballsy of you to take me to the Grammy’s,” Chloe mentions as they start to drive down the road.

Beca nods, “I guess it is.”

“Is it because I’m not famous?” Chloe asks carefully.

“Actually, I think it’s more about the fact that you’re a woman,” she shrugs.

Her PR team had made it very clear that this could definitely create a rumor that Chloe is her girlfriend…and that Beca is gay. Her PR team said it could hurt her since she’s so newly famous. But Beca is gay, and she doesn’t want to hide forever. Why not rip the band aid off right away?

“They don’t want you to be public with your sexuality?” Chloe raises an eyebrow questioningly.

“No, they think it could hurt me, they were also worried about the rumors that could start about us,” Beca admits.

“Like that we’re together or something?” the red head asks, clarifying Beca’s statement.

She nods in confirmation, “Yea.”

“Well I think you should be yourself,” Chloe says boldly, “it’s better to ditch the people that won’t accept you right away.”

“That’s what I think too.”

************

Beca wins all 3 Grammy’s.

The first one they announce she actually cries…on national television.

The second one, she’s so shocked she can barely walk back up to the stage.

The third one, Chloe pulls her into a hug so tight she can barely breath. She kisses her on the cheek and Beca walks to the stage beaming from ear to ear.

After a wild night of afterparties, Beca can barely open her eyes the next morning. She vaguely registers the presence of someone else in her bed. She finally manages to roll over and sees a mop of red hair splayed out on the pillow next to her. Both girls had only had the energy to strip out of their dresses and fell asleep in their bras and underwear.

A loud snore escapes her best friend, who is clearly still very much asleep. Beca grabs her phone and is greeted by an onslaught of messages from her PR team, manager, basically her whole team. What they had all feared has come true. Beca opens up an article her assistant attached in a text.

Beca Mitchell makes a clean sweep at her first Grammy’s…with her new girlfriend by her side

She opens another.

Beca Mitchell is Gay?

And she opens yet another.

Beca Mitchell debuts hot girlfriend and sexuality at the Grammy’s.

She rolls her eyes. People are so quick to assume. Beca doesn’t care if the world knows she’s gay, but she doesn’t want to rope Chloe into this too.

Her phone rings before she can even think about replying to one of her million messages. She steps out of the bedroom, so she won’t wake her sleeping best friend.

“Did you see it?” the voice of her lead PR person rings through her ears.

“Yea I saw, what should we do?”

“Do you think you can fake date Chloe for a while?”

“What!?!” Beca screeches into the phone.

“Beca you’ve gained thousands….millions of followers overnight. People are eating this up. They love that you’re gay, they love your girlfriend, it would really help your image.”

“Oh, so now it’s ok that I’m gay.”

“That’s not what I meant, it was always ok.”

“Not really, but ok, you want to exploit my sexuality and make Chloe fake date me. You want to rope her into this mess just so people will like me?”

“It sounds really harsh when you say it that way.”

“That’s because it is.”

Beca hangs up the phone angrily before he can even think of responding. When she walks back in the room, Chloe is sitting up, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“What was that about?” she yawns.

“So, the whole world thinks you’re my girlfriend,” Beca plops back down onto the bed tiredly.

“Oh, wow,” Chloe looks as surprised as she can for how not awake she is.

“And my PR team wants us to fake date for a while, because apparently the world loves gay Beca and her hot red head girlfriend,” Beca rolls her eyes, “but don’t worry, I’m going to tell them no.”

Chloe looks at her like she’s dumb, “Why?”

“Because we aren’t dating?” Beca is looking at her just as confused.

“If it’ll help your image, I don’t mind doing it for a while,” Chloe shrugs.

“Doesn’t it feel wrong and weird to you?”

“It might be a little weird, but it’s not like we’re putting on the ball and chain. We can do it for a while, then ‘break up’” Chloe says, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this?” Beca double checks.

“Yea why not? This is the most action I’ll have gotten in a while,” Chloe winks at her teasingly.

“You’re so weird,” Beca shoves her before calling her PR team back.

************

The world absolutely eats up Beca Mitchell and her “new girlfriend” Chloe. Chloe is launched into fame so quickly that neither of them have time to process it.

“Dating” Chloe is also easier than Beca was expecting. It’s easy and fun. Beca likes taking her on dates, she likes making cute Instagram posts. She likes gushing about her budding relationship in interviews. By the looks of it, Chloe is having just as much fun as she is. It makes her wonder if the feelings they are pretending are as fake as they claim.

“Bec?” Chloe walks over to her, phone outstretched.

“Yea?”

“Take a cute pic with me, I need to make a new post,” the red head sits down and wiggles herself as close as she can to Beca.

Chloe leans in close and pecks Beca on the cheek, capturing it all with her phone. Beca can still feel her cheek tingling where Chloe’s lips had been. It’s been that way lately, her heart speeds up whenever she’s around her best friend. Sparks fly up her arm when they hold hands.

Does Chloe feel it too? How fake is this anymore?

“So has your PR team told you when we should break up?” Chloe asks nonchalantly as she makes her Instagram post.

Beca feels her heart break in two at the question, she knew it would be something they’d talk about soon, “I don’t know, I can ask them.”

“No rush,” Chloe says sweetly, smiling at Beca.

Beca nods, trying to swallow back an unexpected batch of tears. She definitely won’t rush this. Beca has decided she wants to prolong their “dating” for as long as she can, because as much as she hates to admit it. She has feelings for Chloe.

Maybe Chloe will eventually have feelings for her too.

[glassbxttless]

What kind of pets do the Solo brothers have and any crazy antics? Loving on them in secret or something else?

The Solo Bros love their pets a whole fucking lot and they aren’t very secretive about it! Here’s some HCs on each one of the babies Individually 🥺

Delilah:

(Matt & Sunny)

Was Sunny’s cat before Matt and her got together.

Matt has become her new favorite.

Is a grouchy babe but also just loves her family.

Follows Matt around like a puppy.

Is spoiled with fancy canned food.

13 when Honey enters the picture!

Honey:

(Matt & Sunny)

Was a stray before Matt, Sunny, and the twins, adopt her from a shelter.

She’s missing some teeth so is on a strict wet food diet.

Sleeps in the twins room.

Literally is bonded to Delilah, even if Delilah doesn’t like it at first.

Pees in Matt’s shoes for a solid week when they bring her home.

Lorelei:

(Randy & Princess)

Was Randy’s service dog for a long time!

She’s a Great Dane.

Now she lives a life as a pampered little princess.

Loves kids.

Randy’s vegan but doesn’t mind cooking Lorelei a steak every now and again.

In her old age she doesn’t see too well—

But she’s an absolute total sweetheart. She lives for Randy. Randy’s her best friend way after he stops working her.

Pancake:

(Randy & Princess)

Pancake comes along after Lorelei.

She’s a pit bull and she’s deaf.

She’s best friends with Ren.

Pancake is so energetic. Like Randy takes her on two walks a day and lil Matty plays all day in the yard with her.

She has her own closet bedroom in their house.

Randy literally loves having her around more than anything once he gets used to another dog being in the house.

He bakes her a doggie birthday cake.

Has literally no boundaries, will climb into the bathtub with Princess.

Lil Matty feeds her broccoli as treats and she fucking loves it.

Ren:

(Ben & Angel)

Is a fucking little shit.

Ben and Angel find him outside of Leia and Han’s one day when he’s a lil puppy. They think he’s brown because of how dirty he is.

He ends up being a white Doberman.

Ben doesn’t want him at first and Ren doesn’t fucking like Ben either (he nips at him) but Angel convinces him to keep him.

Ben feeds him half of a burger after a few weeks for their truce.

He learns how to open their apartment doors.

Gets into literally everything. They’re at the vet like once a month. (They have to start baby proofing the apartment to get him to just STOP)

He sleeps in their bed.

He goes to puppy school and they have a whole photo shoot when he graduates.

Ben literally sends a card to everyone. (Even Grandpa Anakin and Grandma Padme)

[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Hello! This is my first time here, but I've already love with your headcanons about Kyojurou and his OC wife. Thank you for all you've written. If you are not busy, I would like to ask you....Could you write headcanons about Kyojurou and his pregnant wife, please? I wish he could be a father.

Hi, Anon! You're new here? Nice to meet you! Thank you for reading my writings! Yeah, Kyoujurou is my fave too 🌸💮🌺

Rengoku Kyoujurou x Pregnant!Reader

It all started in the morning, when you suddenly felt great and sharp pain pressing your head. The feeling of nausea dominated, and made you jump from your futon, running to the bathroom

Kyoujurou really worried and patiently rubbed your back, while holding towel at the other hand

This is the worst, you thought. What did I eat last night? You laid on your futon again, panting heavily, trying to endure the mixing pain and nausea feeling inside your body.

Kyoujurou sent message thorough his crows to Butterfly Estate. He's back to your room and rubbed eucalyptus oil on your neck, nose and back, helping relieved the pain

"I'm fine, just-"

"You're clearly not. I've called Shinobu."

Shinobu finally arrived and examined your condition

"Rengoku-san, can I talk to you?"

From worried to anxious, he approached Shinobu. "Is she fine? This is the first time I saw her like this."

"No, she's not." Shinobu made serious face. Kyoujurou prepared for the worst. "But morning sickness is a normal symptoms for woman."

"What do you mean?"

"Congratulations!" She patted his shoulder, smiled. "You will become a father."

He stayed still until he finally understand her words, and shouting, "MY WIFE IS PREGNANT?!"

He told everyone about your pregnancy, he couldn't shut up about it for 1 week non stop

"Congratulations, mate!" Tengen slapped Kyoujurou's back. "So, what's the secret? What kind of position did you-"

A quick chop was landed on Tengen's neck. A gift from Himejima

"Namu, I hope your wife will give birth safely."

Kyoujurou's father, that usually stiff and stern, suddenly become touched and told the neighbours about your pregnancy

"I'll become grandad soon!!"

The first trisemester is when the feeling nausea, and fatigue are the most common in your body.

So you took a rest at your home, not really active

The mood swing really dominated yourself. You even don't know why are you acting like this.

"Kyoujurou, where did you go? You didn't come yesterday."

"Mission, with Kanroji." You didn't say anything. "Dear, what's with the long face?"

"Nothing."

"Dear?"

"Nothing!" You put a pillow above your face. He caressed your half-showed hair.

"How about cuddling after I finished? I will spend more time with you tomorrow, my full-time is yours."

You peaked from the pillow, while puffing your cheek

"Promise?" Oh no, she's cute, Kyojurou held his chest

"I promise." Your face brightened.

He really is pampering you, even before you entering 'cravings' time.

Like, really....

"Dear, what do you want? I heard woman usually wanted something to eat."

"Right now, there isn't-"

"Okay, the sweet food, Mitarashi Dango, that is! I'll buy it right away."

On your second trimester of pregnancy, the unpleasant feeling disappeared. You felt like you have so much energy

You probably went to your dojo, and trained your students like usual, but Kyoujurou prohibited you to fight them, so you just give them ordinary instruction

And the cravings

Kyoujurou always undertakes your cravings for foods and needs

"I want a pigeon."

"Sure dear."

"Can I get a baked snake"

"Right away!"

"A mix between mochi and kare will be good..."

"Okay!"

"Kyoujurou, I want ohagi right now."

"Great, I'll go get some from Shinazugawa!"

The risk of being killed by Sanemi wasn't an obstacle for him

He will agree to almost all of your wishes, even the weird one

"Kyoujurou, I don't know why, but I just want to kill demon right now."

"Okay!"

So he brings the weakest demon and you slashed it

"Yeaaay!!"

"Yass, baby!"

"WHAT THE FUCK MATE, I'M NOT YOUR TOY." said that poor demon as he turned into ashes

Even the writer took pity on that demon, you treat them like a thing

Well, he granted you everything, except one.

"OKAY, CAN I KILL MUZAN NOW, BECAUSE I FELT LIKE THE ENERGY BURSTING-"

"That's an exception honey! I felt like you should give birth to the child first!"

You pouted.

You have now reached your final stretch of pregnancy and both of you are very excited for the birth of your baby.

Your stomach become bigger, and it's actually hard to move now

Kyoujurou will patiently massage your leg, hand, and calves.

He always tells you that you're still beautiful no matter how bloated your stomach and how many stretch marks you will have later.

Senjurou took your role, he cleaned house, even cooking for you

"I'm sorry, Senjurou. You did all the chores by yourself now."

"It's okay, Ane-ue. I don't want anything to happen to both of you and the baby. Ani-ue told me to take care of you."

Sometimes you're really anxious about you and the baby.

"Kyoujurou?" Both of you sit on engawa while drinking tea in the evening. He looked at you.

"Do you need anything?"

"No, it's just..." You gave a pause. "Look, listen to me." Your eyes are straight to his. "In case if I could give birth to this baby, but myself can't make it alive, I just want you to know-"

He hugged you with confusing expression.

"Dear, no, don't say that. I trust you. I believe in you, who carry our love."

He caressed your cheek, and kissed your lips gently

"I assure you, you will make it. Trust yourself more."

"Right, I'm sorry."

He likes to look at your belly and talked to the baby, while the baby kicking in, making small wave. His giggle made the baby kicked again

"Again? He really wanted to meet you, haha- Ow..."

"Hey. Calm down, champ. Don't make your mother in pain again. We're waiting for you too."

From all of above, the most thing that really painful to watch is when you actually gave birth

You're lucky. When the water broke and your consciousness started to fading away, Kyoujurou was right beside you and caught you.

Shinobu and her medic team came right away

She usually didn't let any male in labor room, but you and Kyoujurou are exception

You gripped his hand hard while screaming from the top of your lung. He wiped your sweat, whispering sweet things to your ear.

"I know you can do it, dear. You could do it for us."

He about to cry and wish he could replace your pain. Shinobu often reminded him to not pass out.

Everything was like a solid silence for him except a voice of crying baby

"Congratulations, it's a girl!"

Your tired self smiled, received your baby into your embrace

Kyoujurou broke into tears, he kissed you and looked at your baby. He felt relieved, both of you and the baby are safe

"What a beautiful girl, she looks like you." He kissed your forehead. "Good job, thank you for fighting for us."

Kyoujurou now have one more responsibility to make his little family happy

[musedblues]

Born To Love You [Part: 4]

summary: When Gwilym ropes you into a lie, the truth becomes painfully obvious. When Joe makes things harder, there’s no telling if he even has a clue.

a/n: Have I mentioned how much I love you lot? Because it's true! I do! 💖 Here is chapter 4 in all 'er glory. Feedback/ predictions/ and thoughts of any kind are always intensely appreciated of course! Stay well darlings 💞

w/c: 5k

Part 5

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"Hello, my darling, my dear!" A familiar lilt floated past the door of your rented flat. Gwilym's mother was here.

You weren't entirely surprised to see her, she usually found some excuse to visit her son on whatever film set he used to occupy his time through the years. But she was terrible at surprises, and always let you know when she was planning on popping round. So why hadn't you heard from Mrs. Lee till now?

Before you had time to ask or even greet her properly, her arms were wrapped around your shoulders like a vice. Gwil's mother had always loved you- the first night you met, she assigned you a designated spot at the family dinner table. She never questioned your situation with her son. She always went out of her way to invite you to holiday parties and spontaneous family gatherings. And the times you had to miss out for one reason or another, and Gwil still brought Olive along, he'd bring her back to you with a message from his mother; how she'd missed you.

"What are you doing here?" You laughed into the woman's hair. Before Mrs. Lee answered, as you pulled away from the embrace, you noticed the look on Gwilym's face. You could tell there was something he'd been waiting longer than a couple of minutes to say.

"I invited her to stay for the weekend." Gwil grinned, sauntering closer to greet his mother with warm grandeur. To both of you, Gwil's mother's presence in the Airbnb was like a breath of fresh air. Olive was perhaps the most pleased of all, clamoring with laughter toward Mrs. Lee. She scooped up your daughter in a big hug and went on explaining her surprise visit...

"There's a show here in the city on Monday. I'm meeting some coworkers there, we've been planning for months! Anyway, I called Gwil to ask him to lunch and he doubled the offer! I'll be glad to watch Olive for a night, but before you leave we have to catch up."

"Leave? Where are we going?" You turned to Gwil as everyone settled further into the room. He seemed to already be waiting to tell you what he'd had up his sleeve.

"Lucy planned a party, tomorrow night. Rented a place to stay and everything."

"Oh...oh no-" You'd nearly forgotten. It was Joe's birthday.

"And I knew you'd try and get out of it. So, mum will stay here with Olive and when we get back on Sunday I'll blow my paycheck on taking her to a big fancy dinner as thanks." Gwil looked to his mother as she eased onto the sofa with a smile and a shrug, unopposed to being pampered.

"Gwilym!" You worried, trying to contain your panic but make yourself clear all the same. "I don't think I should go." You implored.

"It would be stranger if you didn't, don't you think?" Gwilym looked to you with a raised brow, his firm voice stirring the worry in your gut.

"Why are you two so on edge?" Mrs. Lee piped up from the sofa, where she sat unbothered by Olive yanking at the necklaces layered across her chest.

Neither of you could lie to her. So you and Gwil heaved a matching sigh and spun to sit on opposite sides of the room. And just like when James demanded to know what was up, Gwil took initiative in telling the story you'd been engulfed in for a while now- sparing a few details about arguments and longing gazes. His mother listened, showing little to no favor for which side she might have been on; hardly giving a single sign this situation shocked the woman to any degree.

"So, tomorrow is Joe's birthday. And we'll spend all night together in the thick of it." Gwilym rose a hand your way, almost like he was asking you what to do next. But he'd already planned everything out, hadn't he?

"Well," Gwilym's mother straightened. "That's the best time to work things out, without Olive around. Surely you can sit your friends down and explain things like adults, right?" She pointed a look to Gwil, one you imagined sent a chill down his spine as a boy, and maybe even still now.

"Right." He looked from her to you. And you knew he wasn't done scheming. You knew you were stuck between the promise you made to Lucy to be prepared to party, and whatever Gwil was up to now.

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"Mama?" Olive grabbed the hem of your shirt in her fists as you flung your purse over your shoulder. Somehow, it sucked even harder every new time you had to leave her behind. She'd mastered the art of puppy dog eyes, her tears pooling, her lip quivering.

You promised her that you'd be back before she knew it. That she was in safe, fun-loving hands. But when the girl looked to Gwil who was toting your overnight bag to the front door, she was done for. Not even his excitable transaction of Olive's beloved one red-eyed bat stopped her tears.

And even though it felt impossible to walk out the door to the sound of her pleading cries, you knew she'd be okay. You wondered of your fate, though.

You left the rented car at the flat for Mrs. Lee, whose stories over homemade dinner and chatter over morning coffee lifted your spirits tenfold. Her excitement for spending a little more time doing just the same when you got back would likely keep you from drowning in your own worried thoughts. Off you went, all the while...

Lucy had rented some cottage in the hills. Apparently, she'd overheard Joe muttering about wanting to spend some time in the countryside before the production came to an end. The usual lot of you were invited to come ready to spend a night of fun, a night to celebrate Joe. He deserved that and more. But you certainly weren't worthy or prepared to join in such a celebration.

While your uber headed out of the city, you and Gwilym talked about how hard it was to leave Olive, how you couldn't wait for her to be a little older, easier to sneak in on the action. How you wished she'd stay small all the same. How Gwil stayed with you and your roommates the first week you brought Olive home, and how he hated to leave by the end of then. About the first day you left her with Gwilym when you went back to work, and how it seemed so easy because you knew how happy Gwilym was and that everything was fine.

As the forests of trees grew denser along the roadside, the ride became coated in a silence you mistook for shared reminiscence. But then Gwilym spoke up with a question you hadn't expected.

"If... if I hadn't roped you into being 'Mrs. Lee'..." He hesitated, almost afraid to ask. You, afraid to wonder.

"If I wasn't around when you met Joe..."

"If you weren't around, I wouldn't have met any of your lovely friends, honey." You gave your fake husband's hand a squeeze hoping he would take a hint.

By then, the uber was creeping up a gravel path to a cottage in the midst of pines and maples. The dull blue sky framed the quaint old home made up of worn brick and curtain shielded windows. Near the tri-colored brick chimney, Ben was stood smoking. His eyes (even from your view behind the tinted car window) somehow greener than the leaves that threatened to envelop your shelter for the evening.

Your conversation with Gwilym was officially cast aside, but you didn't miss his somber smile. The fact he felt for you muted the ache of adoration you felt for Joe at the mention of his name. You shook all those thoughts away on your clamor to solid ground.

Ben greeted the pair of you cheerily and led the way inside. No one else had made it yet. Ben said you and Gwilym were lucky to be early enough to choose the best room in the house. There were enough for everyone, around tight paint chipped corners. If you had to be locked in with everyone for an evening, at least it got to be in such a charming little space.

You and Gwil wordlessly abandoned your things on a small quilt covered bed and went to find Ben in the kitchen, proudly setting out all the liquor he managed to bring along. Rami and Lucy were in charge of bringing Joe, and a boatload of snacks. Gwilym must have been in charge of bringing you.

You knew it was important not to let a single crack split between your bond tonight, with no baby to hide behind. It wasn't hard to seem content, settling into a big comfy sofa as there three of you waited around. Beams of grey sun shot through the massive windows on the doors that lead outback. As you lost yourself to admiring the space, the others burst in.

Rami and Lucy carried a comical amount of bags in after Joe who was clearly ready to party. You couldn't help but laugh, out of all the ways he could have celebrated, he was delighted to stick himself in the middle of nowhere with the same group of people he was always stuck with anyway.

And just like that, you were all back together again like you'd been forever, like an afterschool special. It was easy to mix yourself in, just as easy as it might have been to stay in a far off corner. No one could focus on one thing long while they scattered off to explore the floor plan. After everyone had their share of admiring the nooks and crannies of the home, the fun began.

In the garden past the rickety steps of the porch, there was a tattered net already set up. Near the shed, Gwilym found a trunk full of dirty old sporting goods, and a tarnished blue volleyball was the only thing sturdy enough to play with. You teamed up and went wild like kids, like you all had at the play place outside Ben's favorite cafe. Except now you all relied on each other to play the same honest game.

Morale drifted from teasing banter to grunting curses as your scores were tied. You spiked the ball and won the first game. Celebration hardly lasted as chatter of a second round was on the rise. But when Lucy trodded of to catch her breath, you quickly decided to join her, riding your winning high.

She motioned you inside, making a b-line for the kitchen while the sun turned the world golden. Lucy appointed you to help her start making dinner as the boys continued playing volleyball to the death.

As their shouting at each other rattled the kitchen windows, Lucy unveiled ingredients for a homemade pizza. She'd heard Joe craving it the week before, and tonight was all about him.

"You're good at this." You pointed out, helping her set out ingredients along the counter space that wasn't crowded with booze.

"What?" Lucy laughed, cheeks still flushed from running around out back. Hair still windblown. Still so flawless. And kind, to top it off.

"Going out of your way to make people feel like they belong." You made clear. When you met, she'd gifted you the perfect handbag. Now she planned out Joe's birthday evening like her own, plotting for things he brought up in passing- things he probably hadn't realized anyone might have heard at all.

"I guess it's my love language or whatever." Lucy shrugged, moving about the kitchen. "My uncle married a hopelessly out of touch woman when I was thirteen. She heard I liked to read. So, for every holiday or birthday, this woman would alway buy me those dreadful penny novels from the market. The kind that are basically porn about pirates and vampires," Lucy laughed, and you did too. Those novels were definitely guilty pleasures. Who would think to gift them? Let alone to a teenaged girl who was probably just as wise beyond her years back then, too.

"I vowed to be a better gift-giver. But... I did always read those books." Lucy snorted a laugh. As you helped chop veggies and mix spices, she told you all the horrifically cheesy one liners from the novels she never wanted.

Soon your laughter drowned out the boys shouts from outside, and Ben rushed to join the party. He cranked music and danced around the kitchen while you prepared dinner, mixing drinks to test out the bevy of alcohol he’d purchased.

Rami joined in, while Joe and Gwil shared some kind of chat in the living room. You could see them past the wave of Rami's hand as he told a story. And no matter what they might have been talking about, the way Joe and Gwil kept stealing glances in your direction made your nerves stand on end. Luckily, you had enough vodka to stir up a different, much more manageable buzz.

It was picture-perfect organized chaos. You felt like you had back when you moved in with James and Andy, when they would throw parties just to celebrate random Saturdays. Back when you only knew Gwilym as the guy from down the road with a nice house and a pretty face. He still had those things, but now there was so much more that made up the tall man you willingly wrote your future off too. You missed Olive. But you knew she was happy and safe, and so were you. You took another shot to prove so.

"Come now." Lucy wheezed, a glass of wine and three shots of whiskey deep. She was still quoting the best of the worst lines she could remember from all those horrible romance novels she'd been gifted.  "You're fighting your feelings for this man with all the strength of the Confederate Army."

"I'm sorry, what?" Joe gasped a laugh as he passed by, freezing in place. You and Lucy laughed too hard to explain why on earth she'd just said that. And when she caught her breath, Lucy only quoted something else,

"He tore open her blouse like a Publisher’s Clearing House letter."

"That's not real." You pointed, the ache in your gut finally from laughing too hard.

"Whatever you two are having, I'd like some." Joe decided, reaching past you to grab the bottle at your side. His arm brushing against your waist would have been enough to send you into a total blackout, but he just had to look right at you, too. As Joe grabbed the liquor and Lucy kept laughing, you noted that time seemed to stop; even on your second glass of rum. All because Joe dared to look right at you, like he so often did, like no one else ever had before.

Another drink, you decided. It had worked so far, and everyone else was on the quick path to getting wasted before dinner was finished cooking. Luckily, the smell of fresh sauce alerted everyone to gather around and conduct themselves to share a meal together.

The homemade pizza was better than you expected, and your hopes had grown very high as you helped make it. Everyone was in agreeance, scattered about the living room, paper plates in their laps, music still blasting from Ben's phone somewhere in the kitchen. But no one was happier than Joe. He raved over Lucy's thoughtfulness, and over the very tasty dinner that resulted. Rami poured everyone another drink as Ben insisted it was time for Joe to open his presents.

You all raced to collect the gifts you brought and made a very big deal out of making Joe take his time unveiling each. What more did you have to do than make an event out of every last minute together? To make sure Joe realized just how dearly he was cared for?

Ben had gotten Joe tickets to a rugby game, and some of his favorite English chocolates- Joe broke off pieces to share with every one of you. Lucy and Rami gave him an expensive-looking box of tea, alongside a clay mug decorated with stamps of delicate-looking dinosaurs.

Gwil got him a portable record player and said it was from the both of you. Gwil had taken notice that Joe was buying a bunch of vinyl on days off, and leaving the discs to collect in his suitcase for when he got back to New York. But he wouldn't be going home for a while still, so it seemed fitting to offer Joe a way to fill his drab Airbnb with some music until then. The auburn-haired lad lit up, and gave a heartfelt thanks to his extremely generous friends, insisting that an allnighter in this comfortable cottage was already more than enough.

"Oh wait, there's one last thing." You gave Gwil a sly smirk as you stood to pass a sealed envelope to Joe. Everyone leaned in close while Joe curiously unveiled a powder blue card with the words happy birthday simply scrawled on the front. It was blank inside, besides the harsh scribbles of crayon that Olive spent a long time jabbing into the paper. The 'drawing' was meant to be her birthday wish. You and Gwil singed your names at the bottom in pen, but you wrote Olive's name in the same pink crayon to match her efforts. You missed her.

"That is the cutest shit I've ever fucking seen." Ben cursed. It was your idea. Joe looked like he wanted to cry, but he only cracked up laughing for a very charming moment. Then he hugged you and Gwilym at the same time, repeating his thanks over and over again.

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The drinks kept coming as night fell. You got tired of mixing your vodka and just went for it, because it really did kind of taste like blueberries. You all took turns in the only bathroom with a shower and eventually, Rami had roped everyone into some kind of drunk history type storytelling session.

Ben took a turn, jumping to his feet, anxious to tell the story of Frankenstein. The only problem being that he was hammered, and his efforts in recounting the details were hazy. So he started over from the beginning...

"Okay, pay attention everybody. Now," Ben slurred, spinning in the middle of the room to face where you sat on the opposite end of the sofa from Gwilym.

"So like, you and Gwil are Mary and Percy." Ben pointed. Gwilym looked your way as if he'd just realized you were on the other side of the couch. "And uh, Joe can be Byron! Everyone wants to sleep with him... I think," Ben decided, hazily looking back to you. "Okay so just pretend you really want to for the sake of this story. It's very important-"

"Why can't Lucy and Rami be the Shelleys?" You blurted out in wonder, uncomfortable with this drunken imaginary scenario. Gwil rolled his eyes and reached for his drink.

"Because you're the married lot," Ben pointed. Gwilym honest to God nearly choked on his liquor.

"Oh yeah. Hey, why don't you guys wear rings?" Rami pipped up from across the way, gesturing between you and Gwil.

"You don't wanna know the answer to that." Gwil chuckled. Three shots of vodka and four glasses of rum were no excuse to be so flippant. You shot the guy a glare, hardly caring if anyone else saw the warning in your eye so long as Gwilym did.

"Moving on, who will you be, Ben?" Gwyilm conducted everyone's attention to the man in the middle of the room. Ben propped one foot on the coffee table, swaying in place as he declared,

"I'm the bloody doctor!"

As the blonde stumbled through his story, Lucy passed out in Rami's arms. Joe seemed to be the only one laughing along with Ben, as his narrative progressed. Every time Ben pointed to you and Gwil, the tension between the pair of you boiled dangerous fiercer. Warning looks meant to keep each other quite turned into something darker, glares more bittered than pitying.

When Ben lost his place long enough for silence to fall over the lot of you, Rami carried Lucy down the hall, shouting pleasant goodnights to the rest of the gang. You decided it was a sign, and stood to call it a night as well. Ben moved slowly to collect empty bottles while Joe started to collect his thoughtful gifts.

"I hope you've had a happy birthday, mate." Ben smiled to Joe before the blonde moved to help Gwil pick up a few of the discarded plates and cups. Joe was gathering his mess of presents, stalling to admire the card you thought to give him.

"Thank you for this." Joe grinned in your direction, scanning the card again, and opening it to examine the scribbles of crayon meant to be Olive's well wishes. The man with fossils for eyes beamed like a fool and you couldn't help but do the same; moving by his side to glance over the scratched greeting from your daughter, to Joe.

"You guys made one cute kid," Ben spoke up across the room. You blinked up, catching Gwilym's nod of appreciation toward Ben. "Do you think you'll ever have any more?" He wondered, casually.

You gave an automatic, tipsy shrug, not opposed to the idea, just not with Gwil of course. But they didn't need to know that. 

"No, actually." Gwil glared at you, like he was upset you weren’t playing along or keeping a low enough profile. Like he hadn't been just as dangerously close to giving yourselves away.

"Are you guys alright?" Ben timidly wondered after a beat. Gwil just clenched his jaw shut and spun around toward the kitchen to finish cleaning up. You didn't know the answer to Ben's question, either.

So you hurried after Gwilym, your vision blurred, but your intention clear as day. You found him throwing his rubbish out with a sigh.

"Why are you acting like this?" You hissed, stepping close so no one else could hear.

"Blame it on the rum, dear." Gwilym shrugged but shot you a look that let you know he knew exactly what he was doing. He turned further into the room as you shot back,

"Drunk isn't a synonym for stupid. You should know to keep your mouth shut, you're the one who started this."

"Then shouldn't I end it?"

"It will never end!" You'd always be trading school pick-ups and planning birthday parties together. You knew Gwilym knew that.

"But this has to end. You won't tell, and you won't let me tell, so we're gonna break up the old fashioned way, got it?"

"What are you talking about?" You wondered, exhausted.  

"I don't want to be married to you anymore! If I had a ring I would throw it on the ground." He spoke, loud and clear enough to get you to see a little straighter.

"Gwilym, what the fuck?" You let out a stunned laugh. You knew what he must have meant, but the tone of his voice and the look in his eye hit you right where it hurt most. You weren't married, but you might as well have been. Gwilym agreed with that sentiment through laughter most of the time. Because he was your friend. But it suddenly seemed like he didn't want to be anything at all, with you.

The thick silence was back when Joe sauntered into the kitchen like he might have been breaking the rules. You couldn't be sure if he'd heard or not, but when you turned away from Gwilym's glare, you saw Joe stood looking at you like his heart was broken.

You made yourself turn from his troubled gaze, turning out of the kitchen.

Gwilym was reluctantly hot on your trail, offering a hurried goodnight to his friend before meeting where you'd run off to. The bedroom was suffocatingly small, when Gwilym shut the both of you in, it felt like the walls were closing in.

"I get that this is fucked. We're fucked. But no one was around to hear that, Gwil. We've always been on the same team."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean... I just..." Gwil deflated as you floated onto the side of the little bed in the corner.

"Just what?" You worried, bracing for impact, preparing for this night to end on the sour note that rang in your ears now.

"I thought by shutting you out... pushing you away, that... God, it sounds dumb to say out loud. I'm just sick of watching you pretend. You deserve so much better, y/n." Gwilym explained, heavy eyes screwing shut in frustration.

"Well don't fucking do that! You're all I've got." You plead in a sorry whimper. You knew that Gwilym was drunk. And you knew he felt bad for what he said and was trying to make it better, now, by hanging his head before you.

Why did this keep happening? There wasn't anything to say anymore, was there? How about the truth, for a change?

"I think I must love him." You gave a sad little shrug, eyes fixed on the wall ahead of you. "And I'm really afraid that it won't matter if we 'break up' or not."

Gwil made his way to where you sat, slumping to join your side. He wrapped a sorry arm around your shoulder and you leaned in. There was a dangerous rumble of tears bubbling far below your surface, distant enough to curse away.

"We should get some sleep." Gwilym gently moved you to lay back till your head hit the pillow. You watched on as he relaxed at your side without a second thought. Hardly a courtesy, just a routine. It brought you a faint glow of comfort either way.

"Thanks, Gwil." You hoped he registered your tone, and all the things you were grateful for in the moment. You laid in silence as Gwil drifted off at your side. Even if you wanted to close your eyes you couldn't, not with the way your mind raced.

"I'll always be here for you, ya know?" Gwilym mumbled from his sleepy state, eye closed. "I'm sorry for what I said."

You hummed after a beat, watching him sleep. Still, you just kept staring up at the ceiling while your fake husband drifted off at your side. Try as you might, you couldn't keep your eyes shut.

Once the patterns on the wall stopped spinning, you made a very quiet escape, padding out into the hall as softly as you could.

The cottage was dark and quiet, save for the fire still flickering in the chimney from the living room. You were drawn to it like a moth, but you stalled in the shadows at the edge of the light cast among the furniture. Someone else was up. Actually, it looked like Joe had never gone to bed.

"Couldn't sleep?" Joe asked quietly, noting your presence. He was standing near the large fog-covered picture windows, slowly shuffling toward the middle of the room. Your feet moved in the same direction, as you shrugged in indecision.

"What about you?" You wondered, meeting Joe in the middle of the living area. He looked at you for a beat before easing to the floor, where he crossed his legs and leaned against the sofa behind him.

"My parents called. I miss them." Joe admitted softly. You decided to sit next to him, but not too close. You brought your knees to your chest and admired how Joe's profile looked illuminated by flickering firelight. You hummed in understanding, and Joe took that as the sign to say more. He started talking about New York and his tenth birthday- one he spent in the mountains of the desert. He was disappointed to find out it was still chilly there, this time of year. Then he asked you why you were still awake- like he knew there was more to the story.

And too much time passed while you wracked your brain for an excuse that didn't point in the direction of the truth. Why was it so easy to be with Gwilym, but so hard to act like you wanted to be? Joe lowered his eyes and after a while of quiet, he spoke up again...

"I wish we met differently."

"I don't. You didn't say anything wrong, then." You snapped a little too quickly. He couldn't possibly take that moment away from you. It was all you had. And even though you should have known better than to allude to that fact that you clung to Joe’s fist words to you, it was probably obvious you did, anyway.

"I wouldn't change what I said." Joe pointed quietly, yet assured. It was as if the flames flickering before you jumped into your belly when Joe's eyes locked onto yours, again. Holy shit pull it together. You knew if you didn't leave the room very soon that you would make a royal fool of yourself.

"Happy birthday. I should head back." You sighed reluctantly, stretching your legs in front of you, wishing Joe might stop you from going. And then he did speak up again, but he didn't say what you wanted to hear...

"Sweet dreams, Mrs. Lee."

"Please don't call me that." You replied without thinking. Because you were still a little buzzed. Because you couldn't think around Joe anyway. You registered his slowly twisting expression as if he was wondering why you seemed so upset. As if, maybe, he knew...

"It's far too proper. We're friends right?" You lamented in a pathetic hurry, feeling a pit open in your chest all the while. Joe focused on you, and you knew he could tell you were grasping at straws. As you held your breath and Joe's gaze, you noticed a look in his eye, as if he were making a decision.

"Yeah... we're friends, y/n." Joe softly expressed. The leather sofa quietly crunched as Joe stood and turned toward the dark hallway.

"Goodnight." His voice sounded heavy, even as it floated away from you. You were left against the sofa with a broken heart and a killer headache.

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The next afternoon, you watched Joe turn his head away from you on his way down the rickety porch steps, sullen. You tried to pass the moment off as a hurry, when you noticed Lucy and Rami practically jogging out of the place to catch the shared ride. Tomorrow was another early day on set. No more time to waste.

But then your heart was practically shattered when Joe offered you a pitiful one-armed hug and a flat generic farewell before disappearing in the back of an uber with his friends. Lucy and Rami both had time for a few parting sentiments. Joe hadn't even really looked at you all morning. He was even a little distant from Gwilym as they shared a brief goodbye.

Ben shared your uber back into London, and ten minutes into your hour-long commute, the sweet guy asked if you were feeling alright.

"Too much to drink." You passed off the easy excuse and couldn't help but rest your head on Gwilym's shoulder. You wanted comfort. You knew he would give it to you, no questions asked, just like always.

He'd woken up last night when you came back to the tiny bed feeling much worse than you had before leaving there. You didn't know it, but Gwilym heard Joe tell you goodnight before you came back into the room. Since then Gwil was aching to know what happened- if anything. Something had to have by the way he monitored Joe's rushed goodbyes today and your sulking. If Ben would just, put headphones in, or something...

But you were perfectly content leaning against Gwilym and letting your stare gloss over. You started to convince yourself things were supposed to be this way. You tried to focus on heading back to Olive and Gwil's mother, the fun you were likely to have with the kind woman while she was still in town. But then she'd leave, and you'd be back to simply convincing yourself, like now. Ben caught your sulking stare, and you caught him studying you. The blonde's gaze lingered on you as if he knew something was very wrong... as if he knew you were lying. But what about, this time?

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25 Days of Christmas: Day 25

The Scene: Rowan Whitethorn's Christmas Present to his girlfriend, Aelin Galathynius on Christmas Eve, 6.5 months before the birth of their daughter, Willow. 

Rowan didn’t particularly like keeping secrets from his girlfriend -- but when they were secrets about how much he loved her he would sway the tiniest amount. Swaying a little on this day had lead to swaying a lot because today, Rowan Whitethorn had so many secrets that he was going to lose count of everything. 

Right now, he knew that Aelin was at a salon being pampered in every way possible. Lysandra was doing her hair and makeup, they had hired someone else to give her manicures and pedicures. She had even had a massage this morning about an hour after she woke up and, according to her text to Rowan, she would have given the masseuse a happy ending if she wasn’t so in love with her boyfriend. He had laughed, rolled his eyes, told her he loved her, and then pocketed his phone and kept working. 

All throughout today, Aelin would be following a series of clues throughout Orynth. All throughout the city where they’d fallen so deeply in love. Everything he had been working on for months now was finally coming to fruition and, as Lysandra texted him that it was “Go time.” he knew it was all about to pay off. 

All over Orynth, their friends, even Lorcan, were stationed at different places that meant different things to Rowan and Aelin over the years. Their favorite date spot, the place they first kissed, the front door of his apartment where he had first asked her to be his girlfriend after he hadn’t been able to stop kissing her for half an hour despite wanting to drag her inside so horribly badly. All of the clues were cryptic enough that only Aelin would know the answers, and he was absolutely positive that she would. Over the last few months, every so often Rowan would bring up the little moments with her while they lay in bed, even letting them banter back and forth about big relationship moments. All of which he mentally ticked off to add to his list, to add to the clues that drag her all over Orynth while Lysandra and Aedion helped Rowan finish getting the ballroom in Orynth Castle set up just how it had been the night they had met a few years ago at the FBI Christmas Party. The first night when Aelin had introduced herself as the rookie and asked him to dance and subsequently stolen his heart in the coming months. 

Asking her to marry him was a no brainer. They talked about marriage constantly, talked about having kids, had even almost said fuck it and started trying for one a few weeks back. Instead, they decided they wanted to be married and established first, to build their family on a solid foundation that began with Rowan and Aelin. They didn’t have doubts of the other, not at all. They just wanted to be positively sure that when a baby came, they were in a spot that they were financially stable, where they had a house, where they weren’t in their apartments anymore. 

Well, they were in one apartment now, and later tonight Rowan would be taking her to their house. This was a Christmas that Rowan was quite certain he would never be able to top, not in a million years. This Christmas, Rowan was setting up every possible way for them to be perfectly sound so that after they got married, they would be able to start their family. He was ensuring their lives together, ensuring the she would be safe and secure and never have to worry about anything ever. Because he was going to protect her, to take care of her. He was going to be the biggest fan of her career, he was going to watch her grow through the bureau, watch her succeed and conquer everything she set her mind to. And then he was going to have a family with her, raise children with her, he was going to grow old with her and likely pass holding her hand. There was not a single thing in the world that Rowan wouldn’t do for this woman. Not a single godsdamn thing. 

So when it was finally time, when it was nearly nine in the evening, and Lys and Aedion were hiding in a room with the rest of their friends and family to surprise her when she accepted his proposal, finally time for him to ask -- and he couldn’t find the fucking ring. 

Any minute, she would be here, and the ring box wasn’t in his pocket. Fenrys didn’t have it, Aedion didn’t have it. He swore a thousand times as he realized he must have left it at home, but he didn’t have much time at all to consider who to kill because Aelin was walking through the door. 

And she looked the most beautiful, the most radiant that he had ever seen her in his life. 

The crimson dress that she wore had golden embellishments every which way over silk fabric. Layers of gossamer floated around her as she walked and the golden sparkle glistened in the low lighting of the ballroom. The red gloves she wore up to her elbows only made her look even more picturesque like an old movie star. No names rang a bell, however, because he couldn’t see anything but Aelin, couldn’t think about anything but Aelin. 

Rowan stood, waiting for her in the corner by the table as he had been the very first night he met her, wearing a tuxedo with a black tie at his neck and one hand in his pocket. When she finally reached him, he could see the makeup she’d opted for today: simple winged liner and a dark red lip with contoured and flushed cheeks. Beautiful. She looked absolutely beautiful. 

Already finding it difficult to speak, he held his hand out to dance with her. 

“Oh, why not,” she teased, quoting back to what she had said to him the night they met. He led her to the center of the ballroom and led her into a slow dance, urging the roaring in his ears to ease, begging the emotions in  his throat to calm so that he could get the words out before the tears fell. It wasn’t likely. He knew that.

“You look…”

“So good you’d leave your girlfriend for me?”

“You’re the only woman I’d leave her for,” he joked, pressing his lips to her temple. Rowan was jumping out of his skin, hardly able to contain his composure as he pulled back to look at her, completely in awe that in just a few minutes this woman would be his fiancee, and if he had any luck, in a few months his wife. Wife. 

“I love you,” he said, unable to stop the tear that slipped from his face. Silently he swore at the gods for not helping him keep it together just a little while longer, but he didn’t falter in his steps. He continued to lead the love of his life in an easy dance around the ballroom. 

“I love you,” she said back, wiping his tear with the satin of her glove. 

“I know you do, Fireheart. Gods above I -- you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You being my partner I think was the gods throwing me a damn bone because they knew I needed you after losing my parents. Maybe because you needed me, too,” Aelin mouthed that she did, and Rowan grinned, pressing the softest of kisses to her painted lips. “Every day I think that I can’t possibly love you more. But I wake up the next day and I do. I fall more in love with you every day, every single day. Through the arguments and fights, through all the gray hair you give me for running into danger without me right behind you. I fall more in love. I fall more in love with you through the laughter, through the soft moments you don’t let anyone but me see, and I’ve come to realize that there is no limit to what I can give you. All that I am, all that I have, is yours. Even when this world is nothing but dust, forgotten between the stars, I will still love you, I will still be giving you everything that I am.” Somewhere between words, they had both started to cry, both lost all sense of composure while he spoke. Aelin seemed unable to do anything but mouth his name on her lips as he dropped to one knee and took both of her hands in his. 

“Aelin Ashryver Galathynius. Will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?” The words weren’t even all the way out of his mouth before she was agreeing, nodding her head and saying yes over and over while she bent down to press soft yet hard kisses to his lips. Kisses that made promises of cold hands and feet wormed between his body and the sheets. Kisses that made him promises of burnt breakfasts and bad chocolate cakes, promises of bickering that ended in kissing, of fights that led to the growth of their understanding of each other. “I forgot you ring at home, I’m --” He was cut off by Aelin tugging the satin sleeve off her left hand, cut off by his own laughter that roared out of him as he took in the emerald engagement ring that was perched on her finger. 

“I found it this morning and I knew,” she was laughing, too. “It was always yes to me, Rowan. It was always you from the very first day.” Dropping her glove on the ground, Rowan stood and swept her off her feet, spinning her in a circle as they kissed. Their family and friends ran out in celebration, Aedion and Fenrys chaotically shooting champagne bottles off over everyone. Soon, their skin was sticky with champagne and they wanted nothing more than to just go home and soak in a long hot bath together and celebrate alone, but they stayed and partied with their friends for a few more hours before disappearing into the snowy night once again. 

Instead of getting into a car, however, Rowan walked her down the steps of the castle and helped her up into a horse-drawn carriage. A white fur coat had already been settled over her shoulders, and once they were settled he covered them both in thick blankets to keep them warm through the snow. Aelin rested her head on his shoulder while they rode out of it, their friends and family screaming behind them as though they had just been actually married. They spent half the ride sharing kisses and whispers of their love for each other, before the carriage finally came to a stop in front of a large brick house with each of their cars parked out front. 

Rowan stepped out first, then helped Aelin down to make sure she didn’t slip in the winter slosh. He carried her to the sidewalk the let her down, laced their fingers and lead her up the walk to the front door. 

“You didn’t.” Her voice was barely an awed whisper as he lead her inside. She wasted no time in stepping out of the shoes that she had told him twice were killing her, and lifting the hem of her dress so she could wander around. Their furniture had been moved in, today by their friends, and decorated with new things she’d not yet seen. From the look on her face, he could tell he nailed it, could tell that she loved it. After a moment, she turned to him, biting her lip. 

“What’s wrong, love? Is it --”

“It’s perfect, this is… Gods Rowan this is the best christmas present I could have ever… nothing is ever going to top this. Like, ever, but I -- I need to tell you something before I let you take me into our bedroom because I won’t want to come out all weekend and I’ll never say it.”

“Is this… the part where you rescind your acceptance of the proposal and leave me for another man?” Rowan joked, stepping toward her to capture her fingers and press them to his lips. Aelin laughed loudly, letting him tug her body closer, letting him kiss her until she pulled back to look at him. 

“Do you remember,” she started quietly, a fingertip tracing around his lips, then down his neck as she started to work off his bowtie. “The conversation we had about waiting for a baby?” 

“I do.” Rowan wasn’t quite sure where this was going as he unzipped the back of her dress and she let it slide off her body to pool at her feet in a crimson wave. Aelin’s fingers were deft in working the buttons of his shirt, the button on his pants. She ran her hands up his chest to rest on the sides of his neck. “Are you wanting to start trying?” 

“Well,” she said, lips twisting into a smile that Rowan thought he would never forget so long as he lived. “What if we… skipped the trying part and I maybe found out yesterday that we’re already pregnant?” 

“Are you kidding?” The feeling of euphoria that launched through his entire body was almost too much for him to handle. It was almost the same as when she had accepted his proposal, as when she had agreed to be his wife. 

“I’m so serious,” she whispered, pressing kisses to his mouth. “We’ve always sucked at being careful. I’m ten weeks.” 

And then they were both crying, crying as he lifted her out of the puddle of her dress and lay her reverently onto their bed. Crying as he kissed every inch of her body with love and wonder. Crying as they made love into the early hours of the morning. Because this life? This life couldn’t get more perfect. There would never be a Christmas that would top this so long as he lived. He just knew it. 

"Every day I think that I can’t possibly love you more. But I wake up the next day and I do" is something an ex of mine used to say to me and she deserves credit for it so bailey here’s your credit xoxo

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freefall

✗ Wong Yukhei x (F) Reader

summary→ You thought you told Yukhei you didn’t trust Rohei, especially when she was high. Why he even bothers to hang out with her despite her obvious crush is beyond you. wc→ 6.6k tags→ angst, homewrecking attempts, drug use, couple fights :/, makeup vanilla sex, bulging mention, breath play but not rlly lol

fly→ soar→ freefall 

this has been in my drafts for 7 MONTHS!! I'm sorry also not proofread lol

A lot of the things you knew about your boyfriend where things he told you himself, like his favorite color or his grandma’s name. He loved to tell you every little detail of his day, from the fact his socks were inside out to the weird LARPer group he’d seen on the way to class. He’d told you about his love for soccer and his first crush and the last movie he saw and how he liked his phone beneath his pillow. Yukhei literally told you absolutely everything about himself. 

There’s two things Yukhei’s never directly told you. 

The first was something you’re sure Yukhei isn’t exactly aware of himself, and that was the ridiculously Casanova persona he took on when he was high. Of course, you knew firsthand about this Yukhei. His playful expression would fade away, until he was all molten gazes and wandering hands, sneaking beneath your skirt after he’d cornered you against some frat house’s kitchen. Breathy laughs, plush lips pressed against your jaw in some sort of twisted game to see if he could make you come in front of all those people, pressing his wonderfully hidden cock against your hip until you begged him to go home. 

With a little bit of weed, Yukhei became an absolutely delectable man, and you’re not the only one who’s noticed. 

Which leads you to the second piece of information Yukhei’s never told you, and that was the existence of one very clingy girl. Her name was Rohei, an accounting major in the same year as Yukhei. She was pretty and nice, and everyone seemed to like her, which somehow made her entitled to your boyfriend.  How ridiculous. 

You’re not sure when exactly she’d become such a blip in your radar, or when she even started hanging around him. Yukhei never mentioned her, so for a while, you ignored her. 

That is until she started showing up to your sessions, all giggly and annoying as she tried to squish herself beside Yukhei. Even then you’d given her the benefit of the doubt, knowing you were also, quite frankly, an annoying person when you were high. The smoke made a lot of things foggy, but her hand resting on his thigh was as clear as day. 

After that, you’d warned Yukhei against seeing the home wrecker, citing your own personal girl instincts as the only solid reason you had against disliking her, not that Yukhei particularly cared. The first time you mentioned her had confused the fuck out of him, and it only took about five minutes of physical descriptions for him to realize exactly who you were talking about. 

“Oh,” he sighed, pausing his game of Zelda to glance over at you. “The girl with the Windex bottle laugh?” 

You snorted, giving his side a gentle shove with your foot. “Yeah, that girl,” you said. You abandoned your phone in favor of meeting his gaze. He’d invited you over fresh out of his shower, his hair wonderfully fluffed up and soft. God, was he attractive. As if sensing your sudden shift, he wrapped one huge hand around your ankle, tugging you down the bed and towards him. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he crooned, ducking down to brush his lips over yours. You let an airy moan escape you, sliding a hand around his neck to pull him closer. He grinned something wicked against your lips, game abandoned as he slotted himself against you. “You’re my girl.”

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Yukhei—no, if anything, you trusted him too much. The real issue was that you didn’t trust these other bitches. Yukhei could flaunt your relationship as much as he wanted, could walk around with your name across his chest, but that wouldn’t stop mean and desperate girls from throwing themselves at him. They’d use any chance they’d get to entice him, which is exactly why you’d begged him not to go smoke with his friends one night. 

“Are you serious?” He asked, halfway through tugging his hoodie over his head. After an enjoyable evening tangled in the sheets with you, his best friend in the entire world, Mark Lee, had invited him out to smoke. ‘With the usual gang,’ had been his words, and Yukhei being the pothead that he was, instantly agreed. 

You sighed, tugging the sheets to your chest as you sat up. “Well, is she gonna be there?” You grumbled, not trying to hide your annoyance that well. Yukhei blinked. 

“Are you talking about that girl again?” You pursed your lips, avoiding his gaze. Yukhei snorted, and you yelped as he flopped back down on the bed to envelope you in his arms. “Baby, I’m crazy about you, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, covering your face with your hands, as if he hadn’t seen you completely naked fifteen minutes before. “I know,” you sighed, though it came out more like a whine. “But she wants to fuck you! I know she does.”

Yukhei ignores you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. Begrudgingly, you wrap your arms around his soft form, the pout on your face slowly fading. It’s the sweet and romantic side of him, the one he usually hides from his friends, that melts your resolve. A sudden nip at your collarbone brings you out of your rosy vision. 

“Babe, stooop,” you whine, your inner Sammi from Jersey Shore jumping out. “My calves still hurt.”

“Chiiiill,” he murmurs against the skin of your neck, plush lips caressing the skin. With each soft kitten lick he gives, you feel yourself slowly melt into the mattress below you. “Lemme take care of you,” he proposes, and as much as you want to protest, the hand that snakes its way between the two of you sucks the words from your mouth. 

“S-Sensitive,” you say instead, head lolling onto the pillows as Yukhei’s deft fingers rub small circles against your clit. He hums against your skin, carefully taking note of each tremble your thighs give, and the gasps that catch in your throat. 

After he’s done ravishing your throat and your orgasm is creeping up on you for the second time that night, he juts his chin up to meet your gaze. “You did so well tonight, baby,” he praises right before he slots his mouth against yours. “Rode me so good, fuck, you looked so pretty for me.” You reminisce on the grueling work out riding your boyfriend had been, the guiding hands on your waist the only help he’d provided. 

Another whimper escapes you, right before Yukhei does his signature move (the one he’d claimed about a week ago), which was slowing down all movements, letting your orgasm build, before giving your clit one final flick that sent you crashing through your own bliss. 

After you’ve received your second orgasm of the night, and you’re feeling especially pampered, Yukhei kisses you on the lips sweetly and scampers off to meet his friends. 

Afterwards, you’re feeling a little bad about trying to limit his outings because of your own raging jealousy. Yukhei was your boyfriend, but that didn’t mean you had to keep an iron grip on him. He was his own free person; a goofy soul who needed social interaction more than others. For you to keep him on a leash because of some unproven theory was wrong. 

You’re still feeling pretty sour, but that all changes when you do your usual nightly Snapchat sweep. Your swiping through snaps of your classmates and friends, crying over projects or complaining about jobs, when the one and only Mark Lee’s story pops up next. Nothing unusual, just him blowing smoke into the camera while some cheesy RnB music plays on the radio of someone’s car. In fact, everything’s fine until you click right, and are met with a three second snap of a particular group shot, the entire right side of the camera frame taken up by Yukhei’s lean figure and one scheming Rohei wrapped around him. 

You click your phone off, calmly set it to the side, and fall asleep. 

You don’t mention it to Yukhei. For some reason, there’s this annoying voice in the back of your head telling you Yukhei should tell you on his own. After all, you had been having an internal battle on whether you were too protective or not, and going off on him for something that could just be a minor instance would only prove that. 

There’s another big frat party this weekend, and though you usually go with your friends, Yukhei invites you to come with him this time. You can’t say no, especially with the way half of his smile gets hidden by the pillow he’s pressed into. He looks so soft and sweet, you find yourself peppering him in kisses as you agree. 

You don a pretty dress you’d bought that week, a tight little number that accentuates your figure. Right as you bend over to strap your heels into place, you hear a low whistle from the bathroom door. 

“Baby,” Yukhei whines, hands slowly gliding around your waist from behind. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” he huffs, nose pressed against the side of your head. You giggle, leaning back to meet his dark gaze. As if the wolf whistle wasn’t enough, he adds, “I’m gonna bend you over and fuck that pretty little pussy.”

Your jaw drops open, and you playfully slap his hands away. “Yukhei!” You scold, strutting across the room to grab your cell phone and his keys. You ignore his gaze as you go about collecting yourself, and when you’re waiting for him at the door, you say, “who says I’m gonna let you?”

The night goes similarly to that encounter, Yukhei’s eyes trailing you wherever you go. It’s like he refuses to look away from you, from the way your hips sway to the music and the way your collarbones glisten with the thinnest sheen of sweat. Even when he’s settled down in the den for a quick session with his boys, his eyes find their way back to where you’re chattering with your friends right outside the door. 

With each hit, his dark eyes become hazier and hazier. But he also becomes bolder and bolder, sinful pink tongue swiping across his lips as he eye fucks you for the entire world to see. Your friends giggle at your boyfriend’s behavior, and then scramble away when they see his tall figure come swaggering towards the doorway. You presume they’re done with their session for now, everyone parting ways. 

“You come here often?” He croons, and your lips press together in an effort to hold back the ridiculously dopey smile threatening to take over your features. 

“Every now and then,” you respond, easily falling into his little game. It ends up consisting of him babbling out every pick-up line he knows until you’re giggling and falling into him. He’s not exempt from the goofy smile you wear, staring down at you as if you’ve hung the stars in the night sky. 

After a particularly corny comment, he leans down and accidentally knocks your foreheads together. “Come back to my place, baby. I promise I can treat you better than anyone ever has.” Cherry ready lips ghost over your own. 

You hum in response, dizzy from your boyfriend’s flirty behavior. “I don’t know,” you joke, tilting your head up slightly, enough so that you upper lip brushes against his. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”

“Smart guy,” he says, and you roll your eyes. “Seriously, though,” he says, suddenly more sober than he’s been in the past few hours. “I told you I was gonna fuck your pretty little brains out tonight, remember?”

His vulgarity strikes a chord within you, and you find yourself pressing your legs together. But Yukhei is nothing if not observant, his hands tracing down your side until it’s snaked its way around to rest upon the swell of your ass. He knows he’s already won you over for the night, so he presses a quick kiss to you lips before scampering off to tell his friends he’s off. Nows as good a time as ever for you to do the same. 

You nonchalantly stride back over towards where all your friends have congregated this time, telling them you’ve decided to turn in for the night. Them being your friends obviously know that you’re not heading home to sleep, but rather to get fucked into another dimension. You don’t deny nor confirm their claims, instead leaving them with a coy smile that has them up in hoots as you walk away. 

Normally, Yukhei is able to find you in a crowed party easily enough—being tall has its undeniable perks—so you’ve never really been the one searching around for him. But you remember his current state, how he’d stumbled over his words and how his long legs seemed to be working of their own accord tonight. You decide the safest option is to find him yourself, because a high Yukhei tends to have the attention span of a child. 

It doesn’t take long to find the group of guys he’s usually around, Mark Lee’s newly dyed blonde hair particularly standing out to you. They all greet you in the polite way that is customary for a fellow bro’s girlfriend, and you do the same. You turn towards Mark, “where’s Yukhei?”

Mark’s brows furrow together in confusion. “He said he was gonna look for you, actually,” he answers, and you find yourself as confused as him. 

“When was this exactly?” You press, a weird feeling settling in your gut. 

Mark’s lips quirk to the side, eyes drifting around the kitchen as he seems to try to recall when he’d last seen your boyfriend. In the end, he can only offer you a half-assed shrug and an unsure, “ten minutes ago?”

You end up thanking Mark, as well as bidding him adieu, before continuing your search for Yukhei. As you’d mentioned before, he rarely had trouble finding you in crowded areas, always gravitating towards you like a magnet. It was weird that it’d taken him this long, even weirder if he’d actually been stoned enough to have forgotten or strayed away. 

You pass by the beautiful oak study built into this frat house, and almost completely dismiss it had you not caught sight of sudden movement inside. Gently, you push open the glass paneled doors, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark room. 

“Baby,” you hear your boyfriend say. You sigh in relief, thanking god that Yukhei wasn’t lost, just dumb. You glance around for a light switch, only for your eyes to stumble upon the frame of one very out of place figure. Your brow twitches, and had you not been sheathed in darkness, you’re sure she would have seen the way your entire expression changed. 

A movement to her left finally alerts you of where Yukhei is in this dark room, and you don’t hesitate to make your way towards him. Suddenly, you have the vision of the stealthiest nightcrawler as you absorb every detail of this situation. 

The first one is Rohei’s frame, curled up beside Yukhei far enough that she isn’t touching him but close enough she can probably see the swell of his plush upper lip. The second is the vulnerable state of Yukhei’s body, a dab pen clutched between his fingers that definitely isn't his. The third and most telling factor has to be the annoyed expression on her face, similar to your own. 

Oh this bitch was definitely up to something. 

“Babe,” you say, calmer than a retail employee dealing with a stuck-up customer, “we’re supposed to be leaving.”

Yukhei nods, fast and cute like a puppy, but these circumstances make you want to strangle him. “Of course of course, baby, Rohei was just telling me about this new pen flavor!” As if on cue, Rohei smiles sweetly at you, curling just the slightest bit closer to your boyfriend. “I know you really like the watermelon one, so I was wondering if she knew any other good fruity ones.”

You flash her the fakest smile you can muster, and in his state, Yukhei doesn’t seem to notice. “That’s nice,” you play along, eyes burning into her like laser beams. “But I’d really like to get going before it gets darker out.” You tug Yukhei’s arm, his body following you to rise off the couch. 

Right before his ass can leave the cushion, there’s a sudden force being exerted on his other side that has him falling backwards. Your eyes widen, but then narrow into slits when you finally see what had stopped him from leaving with you. Your met with two perfectly manicured hands wrapped around his forearm, attached to the same girl you told Yukhei you didn’t trust. 

“But we were just beginning to talk!” she whines, flashing you an innocent pout that lets you know she knows exactly what she’s doing. You feel your insides boil. “We were having a good little chat, weren’t we, Lu?”

“Lu?” You humph, eyes flickering between her face and Yukhei’s. 

He shrugs, too dazed by the lights sweeping through the open door to really focus on the situation at hand. “She calls me by my American name, baby, remember it?” He beams, not at either of you, but at some invisible object in the air only he seems to be aware of. 

“Yes,” you seethe, “That’s nice and all, but wouldn’t your talk be better when you can actually remember it?” You try, hand gliding from his wrist to his palm to tangle your fingers together. “Let’s get you home now.”

She scoffs, not releasing her grip on his forearm even the slightest bit. “Don’t be a prude, ___,” she spits, “he’s having a good time with me right now, can’t you see.”

Your eyebrows raise at her sudden and rude comment, and you find yourself providing a quick rebuttal. “He’s having a good time because he’s high right now, you’re not that special.” 

“Really now,” she laughs, every bit of malicious intent in her tone. “I’m sure that’s why he always goes out of his way to sit next to me during rotations, right?”

You roll your eyes. “Probably because you take weak, short ass hits, and he knows that.”

"Not because he knows my mouth was there already?” She fights back. “You know my lip gloss looks real cute on him when he goes after me.”

The fact irks you, and you add it to the list of questioning you need to do later. For now, you’re not about to lose to this girl. “I don’t really care if he sits by you, honey,” you reply, finally gathering enough strength to pull Yukhei off and away from her. “Just know that those same lips that hit the blunt right before you are the same ones that ate my pussy twenty minutes earlier,” you smirk, watching as first the shock and then the humiliation washes over her face. 

You throw Yukhei’s arm over you shoulder, staggering towards the doorway as you leave a stunned Rohei behind. “And another thing,” you call out, not even bothering to look at her. “Stop going after my fucking boyfriend.”

As you and Yukhei stumble out of the house, leaving the loud music, alcohol, and weed behind, you realize how warm your face had become during the verbal altercation, turning the air on full blast once you get inside Yukhei’s car. He says nothing as he settles in the passenger seat, letting you drive the short distance to the student apartment he’d been assigned at the beginning of his junior year. 

You’re pulling up on the club when he finally regains power over his tongue. 

“Mean,” he mumbles as you guide him up the stairs until you reach the third floor. 

“Huh?” You say, unlocking his door and ushering him inside. You abandon your shoes by the door, keeping note of his whereabouts as he stumbles around his home. He ultimately crashes on the couch, staring at you with glazed over, red eyes. 

“That was mean,” he repeats, and you raise an eyebrow in confusion. He elaborates. “You didn’t have to be so mean towards Rohei,” he yawns, tugging a throw pillow onto his chest to hug. “She was just being nice, s’all.”

You blink. 

The anger you’d felt towards Rohei seemed overwhelming to you when you encountered her, but it was nothing but a candle flame to the sheer amount of fury that enveloped you now. “Being nice?” You calmly repeat, and Yukhei nods. “Oh, so taking your high as fuck ass to an empty room during a party is being nice now? Flirting with you and touching you in front of my face—that’s being nice?” You splutter.

“Chill out,” Yukhei huffs, sitting up in the slowest manner possible. “We were just smoking,” he mumbles, flashing you an unimpressed glare. 

You snort, tossing his keys on the coffee table to cross your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I know. She loved telling me how her lip gloss looks on you, Yukhei.”

If he wasn’t upset before, he definitely was now as he sits up on the sofa. “Come on now,” he snaps, “you know better than anyone how your little lip gloss sticks to the paper, don’t act stupid now, ____.”

Something snaps inside you, and you whirl directly to face him in anger. “Don’t fucking call me stupid when I’m rightfully mad at you for flirting with other girls.” 

“Rightfully, my ass,” he retorts, tugging his jacket off to throw it over the couch. “She was right, you’re a fuckin’ prude.”

It’s as if every single alarm goes off in your head, eyes narrowed in absolute fury (though it doesn’t stop the water from collecting on your waterline). “If you agree with her so much, then why don’t you invite her over and fuck her brains out tonight, Yukhei,” you spit.

He rolls his eyes, “maybe I fucking should. Probably fucks better than you anyway.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you rasp out, hands balling into fists beside you. 

Yukhei simply flops back onto the sofa, ignoring you even as you stomp back to the entryway with tears in your eyes to put your shoes on. If he says anything  else, you don’t hear it past the thudding of your heart in your throat or the slam of the door behind you. 

There’s not much for you to do then other than stomp your way home in the dark and cold of night, tears blurring your vision on the entire trek back. It’s only as your swiping your ID to unlock the building that you realize you’d left your phone at Yukhei’s, but you’re feeling too humiliated to go back. You settle on washing your makeup off, and tugging your favorite loungewear on (of course, it’s just a pair of shorts and Yukhei’s t-shirt) before moping all night. 

There’s a knock on your door early the next morning that rouses you from what was probably the deepest slumber you’d had in months. It has you shaking the drowsiness away as you try to remember what awoke you in the first place. The knocking continues and you lazily slump off the bed and stumble towards the door. 

There’s a devastatingly handsome man at the door, nothing like his high counterpart that had left you a sobbing mess last night, presenting you with your forgotten phone and an apologetic frown. 

“Hey,” Yukhei murmurs, and you sniff in response, too tired and sleepy to greet him back. “I brought you your phone,” he says, as if you hadn’t already noticed. You snatch it out of his hand. “And I just wanted to—”

You let the door shut in his face, and for a moment all is silent. A second later, and your heart is fluttering wildly in your chest again, the same overwhelming sense of heartbreak you’d dealt with all last night taking a hold of you again. At the same time, the knob begins rattling like crazy, your boyfriend’s desperate voice breaching through the door. 

“Baby, please, I didn’t mean anything last night,” he pleads, the raw emotion noticeable even through the wooden door. “I was high and so fucking stupid, and I know that’s not an excuse but I-I didn’t mean any of it, please,” he begs, and a soft thud against the door leaves you wondering if he’s leaning on it. 

You can feel your heart thundering in your chest, every shaky inhale leaving your throat feeling more and more constricted. It doesn’t take long for your eyes to well up with yesterday’s leftover tears, but you’ll be damned if this dumb ass makes you cry two days in a row. 

Another soft knock pulls you out of the deep hole you’ve dug within yourself. “Please,” Yukhei rasps out, voice oh so vulnerable, “just open the door, baby.”

You tug the door open, narrowing him with the most furious glare you can muster through your watery gaze. “Don’t call me that,” you spit, and you hope he can see how hurt he’s left you. 

“___...” he says, slowly reaching a hand out towards you, one you brush away before turning to head further into your dorm. You plop down on the edge of your bed, turning your phone on to see it’s down to the last quarter of its battery. Yukhei shuffles in, shutting the door behind him before awkwardly hovering over you. 

He doesn’t say much, just plops down on the perfectly made bunk across from you (your roommate has been gone abroad all semester). You start toying around on your phone, watching from the corner of your eye as he plays with the ruby red comforter beneath him, all the while sneakily glancing your way, almost as if he’s unsure if he can even do as much. 

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, you decide to face your fears head on. “So how was Rohei last night?” You murmur, eyes zeroing in on your fuzzy sock-clad toes. Yukhei lets out a harsh exhale, and when you glance up at him, he meets your glare head on. 

“Baby,” he says, soft and slow, in that same tone he uses when he thinks he’s right and he won’t leave until you say otherwise. “I didn’t mean what I said last night, and you know it. I was way out of it and—”

“Shut up,” you spit, unable to contain the annoyance from curling around your voice. “Just say you’re fucking sorry instead of trying to blame this on everything else, Yukhei.”

He blinks, doe eyes comically wide as he takes in your sudden outburst. You take his silence as a sign to continue. “Stop trying to say it was because you were high or drunk or whatever the fuck you were and just say it like it is.” Your chest heaves as a huff escapes you. 

“Calm down,” he says when he regains his wits, “you know better than anyone that I would never say that to you normally, I was just really faded and shocked from all the yelling you were doing.”

“That doesn’t matter, Yukhei!” You burst, hands flailing as the frustration builds inside of you. “You said it, which means you obviously thought it before—”

“I didn’t!” He counters, voice as loud as yours. “It slipped out in the heat of the moment, it was an accid—”

“Oh, everything you said was by accident then? Calling me stupid and a prude? That was all just an accident?”

“It fucking was! Don’t act like you’re not the same way when you’re high. You let any and every guy hang off of you, but suddenly the one time I do it it’s a problem?” He snorts, brows furrowed dangerously close. 

You scoff, your chest feeling tighter and tighter with each passing second. “Don’t you dare turn this on me, Yukhei, because I’ve never said I’d rather be with someone else,” you spit, your words seemingly slowing his defensive attacks. Your traitorous eyes flood with tears. “High or no—,” you mean to end with, but your voice cracks as a sob escapes through your throat. 

You look away in shame, covering your face with your hand. It takes everything in you to stop your frame from shaking because you know he’s watching you with those big sad eyes of his. 

You’ve always been unnecessarily weak when it came to Yukhei, his smile just too bright for your heart and the way he’d softly call out baby making every bone in your body weak. You were too much of a pushover, always won over by his charming words and his talented fingers. Even now, as you feel the bed dip beside you, you don’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms and let your sobs overtake you. 

His hand rubs against your back as he softly shushes you, murmuring, “I’m sorry,” over and over into your hair. You cry out all the tears from last night and then some. Faintly, from your spot pressed against his chest, you can hear the thundering of his heartbeat and know it matches your own. His fingers continue their dance over your skin, gently massaging your scalp before tracing along your spine, ever so softly and gently. 

“I’m sorry,” he says when your sobs have been reduced to sniffles. “I was stupid, and should have thought about what I said before I said it.” He pauses, and you pull away from your safe spot nestled in his arms to meet his forlorn gaze. “Honestly, I think I was just trying to say whatever I could to hurt you,” he admits, his glazed eyes looking down. The tip of his nose is red and you know it’s taking everything in him to not cry with you. 

Your soft spot for Yukhei is nothing compared to the weakness he has for you. 

He repeats his apology a third time, ducking his head to bump your foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut as he takes in your presence. You sniffle once more before tilting closer to brush your mouth against his. The shaky exhale he releases against you has you melting into his embrace, the fingers that had been clutching to his biceps for dear life, slowly relaxing. 

He gently eases you onto your bed, lips departing from yours to trail down your neck, pressing his knee between your spread thighs. One of his hands glides from its position on your shoulder to cradle the underside of your thigh, tugging it upwards until you’ve thrown it around his waist. The gesture has your bodies pressing closer, cores aligned. 

“You don’t have to,” you murmur when you feel his cold fingers creep beneath your top, dancing along your skin. 

He presses a peck to your collarbone. “I do,” he responds, and you jump when his fingers brush against the underside of your breast. “Have to show you how much I love you.”

Your heart swells, and you find your hands reaching up to tangle in his dark brown locks, the pretty blonde color he’d had when you first met now completely gone. The memory has you thinking back even further in time, to your lazy days spent working the movie theater over the summer, when he’d been just a silly work crush, to the first time you’d hung out and he taught you how to smoke. The rose-tinted glasses in which you view all these memories with him has you murmuring out the words back to him. 

He wastes no time tugging your little shorts off, leaving you clad in just heart-patterned undies that have Yukhei muffling a snort into your shoulder. “You’re so fucking cute, baby,” he croons, letting one lone finger trace along your slit. 

You whimper, thighs quivering as you watch him tease and toy with you until you’re begging him to fuck you already. “But you’re not stretche-”

“Please,” you whine, cupping his cheeks in your palms, “I need you so bad.”

He caves without much of a fight, leaning back onto his haunches to tug himself out of his grey sweatpants. The sight of his slowly plumping cock has you salivating like a dog, and before he leans over you again, you press a palm to his chest. 

He blinks, big brown eyes staring at you in confusion. “What?” You pinch the fabric of his shirt between two fingers, pulling it back, before letting it fall into place again. Yukhei snorts, “oh,” and with one hand, tugs his shirt over his head. The movement gives you a delicious view of his muscles in action, and you feel yourself grow impossibly wetter. 

With the material finally out of the way, he reaches down to tug your panties to the side, giving him the perfect view of your throbbing center. He doesn’t bother to line himself up, just grabs his cock in his hand before plunging it where he knows it should go. He doesn’t waste any time, bottoming out in the first go.

Your toes curl, hands wildly gripping onto whatever they can—the pillow, the comforter, his hair—until they settle on digging into his shoulders. He grinds his hips, leaning down to place his palms on the bed on either side of your head. You proximity allows you to wrap your arms around his neck, but you also use it to press a soft kiss to his jaw. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, finally pulling his hips back until only the head of his dick is sheathed inside you. He stays like that for a second, before thrusting back in full force. “You’re so perfect, baby,” he tells you, repeating the action over and over again. “I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I ever lost you.”

You moan, nails digging into the flexing muscles of his shoulders. You choke out another moan, his speed picking up and rendering you speechless afterwards. A particular hard thrust has you groaning in pleasure, a hoarse shout of “fuck!” leaving your lips. 

Yukhei huffs, hot breath fanning across your face. “You like that?” He taunts, snapping his hips forward, clapping his skin against yours. You nod, hands falling limp as they slide off his shoulders. “Tell me how much you like it, baby.”

Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth as you struggle to find the words. The drag of his cock against your pussy walls making you draw a blank. “I-I-I love it,” you gasp, the hands that slid off his form a moment ago limply wrapping around his waist. Your head rolls to the left, and you press a chaste kiss to his wrist. “Fuuuck,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure enveloping you. “Yu-Yukhei,” you cry, though he doesn’t slow down to hear you. “I love you,” you babble, and then say it another two times for good measure. 

He huffs out a chuckle at your mindless state, finally slowing his hips. He begins gently rocking against you, one hand snaking down to toy with your clit. You cry out again, every part of your being feeling so sensitive. “I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, the tip of his pointer finger tracing circles around your clit. Right as you’re about to climax, he pulls that goofy signature move of his and halts everything, letting you hang of the precipice before giving your clit one final caress. 

Your orgasm has you babbling even more nonsense, from how much you love him to how good he fucks, to a randomly thrown in “and fuck you, rohei” that has him smiling against your jawline where he’s been pressing kisses. 

Your body feels featherlight afterwards, and you almost fall asleep had Yukhei not begin shallowly thrusting in you again. You’re reminded of his pleasure, and you reach a hand up to cradle his face as he continues rutting against you. “So good, baby,” you purr, eyes hazy with love and euphoria as you watch him. He smirks at the usage of your pet name against him, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. 

“You’re usually not a—a dirty talker,” he mumbles, looking away from you for a second to watch how his length plunges into your dripping hole. 

“I can be,” you murmur, you thighs twitching as a result of your oversensitivity. “For you.”

Yukhei snorts. “Yeah?” You nod. “Talk me through it then, baby,” he teases. 

You bite your lip in an attempt to contain a smile, but it still shines through. “Anything for you, baby,” you play along, finally letting go of his face to trace your hand down his abdomen, until it’s rested right above his pelvis. “You really outdid yourself this time,” you murmur, watching how his dick disappears inside of you. “You love fucking me when I cry, don’t you?” 

“You know it, baby,” he responds, flashing you that wicked smirk of his. 

Your laugh trails off into a light moan, and you can’t tell if the wetness you feel is from your own come or a new wave of arousal. “Ugh, I can’t,” you whine, your resolve weakening as you watch him shallowly thrust into you. Your boyfriend laughs, tightens his grip on your waist, and then pushes further in. Your eyes roll back, but you snap them open when you catch sight of your stomach. 

Something pokes up through your skin, and aside from the initial fear and confusion that’d caused your eyes to fly wide open, your entire body tingles anew when you realize it’s Yukhei’s huge cock bulging through your skin. 

“Fuck, baby,” your traitorous tongue starts, eyes hazy as you watch him move beneath your skin. “You’re so fucking big you can see it.”

If you were surprised, Yukhei is completely awestruck at the sight, his body moving as if under a trance as he watches the way his cock makes your skin bulge. Right before you can start babbling like a dumb ass, Yukhei reaches his hand down to cup over your mouth. “Just shut up for a second,” he warns, and suddenly, begins picking up his pace at the same angle. 

Each thrust has his cock pushing up into your tummy, and you moan and whine under his hand as your second orgasm builds inside of you. “Jesus, fuck,” Yukhei spits, eyes wild as he fucks for himself, completely disregarding you. “Look at my fucking cock inside of you.”

His hand stays firmly clamped over your mouth, your only airway available being your nose, so you find yourself huffing and gasping for breath. Yukhei doesn’t notice, his movements growing sloppier and more out of rhythm the closer he gets to his own orgasm, until finally he lets you go. He doesn’t give you a second to catch your breath though, as he shoves his tongue down your throat. 

Suddenly, he freezes, and you can feel his hot seed coating your walls as he groans into your mouth. The sensation of your pussy being so deliciously full of both your pleasures has something inside you snapping, and a second wave of euphoria crashes over you. Your toes curl, and his name falls from your mouth like a mantra, before eventually the both of you fall numb and silent. 

You regain your wits first, reaching a hand up to gently card at his hair, humming a tune as he catches his breath. You think he’s fallen asleep, when suddenly he leans back to look at your worn out features, and says, “did you see my cock, baby?”

You snort, and push his face away from you, much to his amusement. “Yeah, I felt it,” you murmur, and hiss when he pulls out of you, momentarily staring at your overflowing and abused hole.

He groans at the sight. “God, I can't wait to get you pregnant.”

“What?!”

[lady-olive-oil]

Dog Days Chapter 2

Note: Hey y’all!!! It has been a long as while since i have updated and for that i apologize. Life has taken over and is hectic af right now. But it is here finally, the next installment of Dog Days! Let me know if you wanna be tagged!

Warning: dirty “I miss you public sex>” If ya squint

Word count: 2,467

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Charity events were always a buzz around town. Whether you’re a socialite: a social media influencer, stylist, designer, you name it. Anybody who is anybody, knew about them. This one in particular was one for the ages.The annual Charity Ball of Hope, was more of a gala of sorts but nevertheless one for a good cause. Upon seeing all the glitz and glamour of the posh and pampered, outside of the limo window, It felt like old times all over again.

My dress was anything but simple, yet tasteful floor length royal blue mermaid halter top dress with a gold beading around the chest. My hair was in tight curls all over my head, my make up was kept light and my little rose gold studs pulled the look together. The not so subtle keyhole drew the attention I wanted and even brought in some donations for the organization I was in charge of for the night. 

The Los Angeles Angels foundation, for single hard working moms was an organization I started after Vinny died. He left Javi and I something even though he was a terrible person. Looking over at the crowd below me from the balcony, I felt like I owned the place. Which is how I felt at every event regardless.

“Bring back any memories?” A soft yet gentle voice awoken my senses back to reality. I saw Henry approach with a couple flutes of wine and handed one towards me. Graciously accepting the bubbly, we clink our glasses and look back over the crowd.

“I’d say so.” Looking at him from the side, I smirked. “I’ll say Mr. Kent, you clean up nicely if I do say so myself. What are the odds of us matching?”

“Well Miss Calhoun, I’d say 1 in 100. Not too many people can pull off royal blue.” His infamous subtle smile would bring anyone to their knees but for me, I'm used to it so I just smile back and think about how corny we both are to be calling each other by character names.

Fiddling with the rim of my glass, leaning firearms against the railing, I sighed in deep thought. “I still haven’t heard anything back yet about my audition. I hope I get it honestly, it would be a dream of mine to bring a character such as Nubia, to life. Especially for my baby sister Davina, she looks up to me and Morgan a lot. I want this for not just me, but for my sisters.” 

Henry had pulled me closer to his side, making it hard for me to not look at him. His soothing blue eyes, with a hint of brown in one of them, made me forget what I was wallowing in pity about.

“You will get this role and be an inspiration to all young women like you, my love. I know that for a fact, you were amazing at your audition. Who else can actually sneer at me while smirking at the same time, while giving a great performance?”

“Oh Henry, you’re just saying that because I’m your friend.” Offering a soft glance at him was short lived, being that he lifted my head up by my chin to look me in the eye.

“I’m not just saying it to say it, Miyah. You’re phenomenal at everything that you do and I wish you’d see that, just as I do.”

His words were true, solid to the core and faithful. Like a quiet day after the rain. No other man had made me feel as loved as he did, and he made sure I knew that. With a gentle nod, I gave in and smiled sweetly.

Placing the empty flute on the serving tray, I sighed happily. “Why don’t we make our rounds and greet people? I’m sure your people are expecting you just as much as my own.”

Taking my hand gently we made our way down the curved staircase, greeting our fellow friends and members we haven’t seen in years. We’ve managed to keep in contact with our mutual friends, mainly for logistics reasons. Nonetheless it’s been a pleasant few years, mainly because they told us what the other was up to. Made us both feel closer in a sense before reconnecting.

I was receiving compliments on my dress that made me feel like a goddess. All I was missing was a sword in the back of my dress, like how Diana had hers in the Wonder Woman movie. Yet with all the pleasantries out there way, awards being given to the charities, I felt an uneasy presence.

Looking around the room, to see if I could spot the person who I could feel in the room. Henry went off to talk to his friends, so that I could venture off and try to schmooze more people. Which was a big mistake in itself, yet strangely enough the feeling wasn’t so frightening. It was warm and inviting. 

“My, my. You have outdone yourself Amiyah, long time no see.” The soft crooning voice of a seasoned Italian brought back memories. 

“I do try, Marco. I have learned from the very best haven’t I?” Embracing him in a tight hug, I tried to suppress my emotions but it was to no avail. The water works were flooding back.

Marco was like my guardian angel, when Javier and I were living with Vinny. He has been there for her through the whole situation, considering he was his nephew. He knew of Vinny’s motives and habits when he was with me. I practically made him the godfather, which didn’t sit well with Vinny at the time, but he never got a say in how I raised my son because of how he treated me. I haven’t seen Marco in years since Javi and I moved away for good. He is family, and this reunion made all the difference in the end.

“You are glowing my dear, gorgeous. Simply gorgeous as always. How are you and Javier?” Placing a gentle kiss upon my head he chuckled in a joyful tone. 

“Thank you Marco, I appreciate it. Time has been good to us lately, since you know.” My voice was caught in my throat a little but I remained content.

“All good things have happened, good to hear. Listen, I'd hate to cut this conversation short my dear, but a few of my colleagues would like to speak with you at some point in time. Whenever is convenient for you, perhaps?”

I knew exactly where this was going. Well partially anyway, but the statement sounded familiar in itself. I always kept my guard up regardless of the situation. Then it clicked, I realized at this moment I would be offered a new opportunity.

I arched a brow in curiosity. “Depends on the colleagues.” 

“You remember them, Lorenzo and Matteo. They are all for the main decision at hand.”  A gentle smirk was etched on his face.

I knew where this was going. “Well I am free in a few weeks. Have them meet me at Wanda’s on 5th street at noon, on that Wednesday.”

He texted the info to the boys just so they’ll know. “Done and done. We shall see you soon, Lady Amiyah. It was great seeing you again.”

Giving him one last hug, I sighed happily. “You too Marco. Don’t be a stranger now, Javier remembers you vaguely. Stop by the house, I’ll send you the address seeing as though I still have your number.”

“Good to hear, Bella. See you soon and say hi to Henry for me.” Watching him leave with a pep in his step, brought back old memories. 

“Will do.” With that I felt at ease and I had to find my saving grace. Like clockwork, Henry found me. 

“Everything alright Miyah? Who was that guy you were talking to?”

As I arched my brow again, I could tell that my gentle giant was getting rather jealous. “Henry, are you jealous?”

He feigned a gasp of shock, scrunching up his nose. “Me? Jealous? Never, whatever gave you that idea?”

“Your nose flared before you scrunched it. If you must know, Marco is Javier’s godfather and a very generous donor too.”

“Really? Marco Ricci, as in Vinny Giovanni?” His eyes went wide as he said the names in a hushed tone.

“Yes, the very same. I’m meeting up with him, Lorenzo and Matteo for some meeting in a couple weeks. They wanted to discuss something with me.”

“Why do they want to meet with the Queen ?” Adjusting his tie, I averted his attention towards me to have him look me in the eye. I could tell the power shifted in my favor, with the way he spoke.

“Something about a business proposition, from what I’ve gathered. Everyone wants to meet with the queen, but only a few will do so.” Placing a gentle kiss along his jaw, I saw him visibly shiver in anticipation. 

A smirk gradually appeared on my face, as I saw his expression. An idea had appeared in my head once I laced our fingers together and dragged him towards a less crowded area. What a bold move I made to not wear any panties under this dress.

“You seem a little hot and bothered my love. Is everything alright?”

“Not when you’re sweet lips tease me my dear. I can barely concentrate, let alone form a complete sentence. You’re more persuasive than you give yourself credit for.” His breath hitched in his throat as I guided him into the bathroom, locking the door behind us and shoved him against the wall.

Thank god for 6 inch heels because there would be no way, I’d be the same height as Henry. He makes me feel like I can be and do anything, and right now I felt invincible.

“How persuasive am I, Cavill?” I whispered against his ear, pressing a gentle kiss on it then felt his strong hands grip my hips. Next thing I know, he lifts me on top of the counter and kisses my neck with such passion that I couldn’t even muster.

“Extremely. To the point where you have me wanting to do unthinkable things to you right here, right now.” He whispers in my ear, locking my ankles behind him as my fingers carded through his hair.

“Do it Cavill. I want you to, I need you to.” My voice shook with desire and need, I couldn’t take it anymore. I practically ripped his shirt open, he unzipped my dress slowly in a teasing manner.

The way his lips were on mine was like a drug, a need to be filled and replenished. Thankful for me being on the pill because when he sheathed himself inside of me, I felt my whole body freeze as my warm heat gripped him tight. He noticed it because he bit into my neck causing the sensation to heighten.

“Oh Henry..” the want in my voice only stirred him even more into a frenzy as he sped up his movements, causing the back of my head to hit the wall. 

“That’s it princess, louder. so everyone knows who you belong to.” His heated lips were whispering sweet nothings in an attempt to console me, but the gears shifted once I placed my lips on his neck

The gentle small gasp that escaped him as my lips glided down the side of his neck before resting at the curve. Your other hand slid lovingly under his button up shirt, and up his side before resting my palm against his exposed chest. A small, shriveled moan escaped his slightly parted lips as his hands gripped the fabric of my dress, that pooled at my hips . I teased my lips against his sensitive skin before obliging him with fervent kisses to the side of his neck. He panted in full ecstasy, broken moans encoring your efforts as I grew more aggressive. We knew there were probably people listening to how loud we were, yet we didn’t care at all.

Pulling his hair to get a better look at his flustered face, I felt a smirk dance across my face. To up the ante, I leaned my hips back and squeezed my kegel muscles as tight as I could around him. The noises he made caused me to let out a few noises myself in pure ecstasy. Dragging my nails down his toned chest caused him to drill into me faster and harder, the grip I had on his hair stayed. Remaining in constant eye contact.

“I know you’re very close to cumming, my love. I can feel you throbbing inside of me. Let go, I want you to come inside of me.” My lips danced against his ear. 

The floodgates came rushing through is both, releasing a symphonic moan, clutching each other like a leech. Having him slide out made me feel empty, like I was missing something desperately to fill the void. We helped each get cleaned up and redressed, before making an appearance out to the public. Fluffing out my curls, I saw him fix his hair as well.

“Next time, we should try cock warming because I need you in me at all times.” Licking his bottom lip, I made him shiver again, then I walked away from him to unlock the door.

“You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” He gave my ass a good smack and proceeded to walk ahead of me.

“Just call me kryptonite.” Sending a wink in his general direction, we agreed to meet back at the fountain after the event was over. Some folks definitely heard us because the looks I got were full of jealousy. Which I didn’t care one bit, he’s my man and I do what I want.

Just to end the night off with a bang, my charity received the biggest donation of the night. It only goes up from here for everyone in my circle, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.My good mood shifted once I saw a few strands of blonde hair waving in the distance next to Henry. His boisterous laugh caught my attention more, that is until I saw the face of the blonde in question. Sabrina Daniels, Henry’s old fling from our time apart. One glance at me and she smirked with an evil gleam in her eye, simultaneously touching his arm to spite me. 

We may not have publicly announced us being together publicly but, people know we have been spending time together. As god as my witness, if this girl does not stay in her place I will for sure kill her myself without hesitation. Come to think of it, I may have people to do my dirty work now. 

[chibivesicle]

Golden Kamuy chapter 204.  Let’s get that down on film. . .

So with a new GK chapter, it is time to take a look at it.  Now, I will admit that this was not a very interesting chapter from my standpoint.  I was expecting a switch to the other major parties.  Either HIjikata or Tsurumi’s men in the 27th.  Instead, there is only a mention of Tsurumi’s orders at the beginning. 

Tsukishima (the official leader of the group) reports to everyone that he received a telegram from Tsurumi.  He is wrapping things up in Norobitsu (the hot springs) and this is likely in regards to Kikuta and Ariko/Ikopote and their killing of Toni Anji, the fake skin that Ariko has as well as Usami and Nikaido.  Therefore, they stay in Toyohara.  This is the city where the circus was and we now know that they moved from Shisuka (where Vasily was sniping them now) to Toyohara.

Recall that in chapter 159 there was this handy map showing where everyone was.

Toyohara is known now as Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk  (Южно-Сахалинск) and they are about 5 miles from the coast in that location.

Koito concludes that Tsurumi is telling them to stay in that location b/c it must have more accommodations and whatnot to offer them.  Being the commanding officer in rank (and not function), he tells everyone they are free to do as they choose in Toyohara.  They are to expect Tsurumi to come to them in about 2 weeks.

So with their leave time in the area, the group splits up and does different activities.  It starts out with Tanigaki and Cikapasi walking around a recently clear cut area and some sort of industrial mill in the background.  They encounter some Karafuto Ainu men and Cikapasi explains that Tanigaki is a well endowed man  and they laugh. 

I’m not quite sure these two are doing together?  Are they just spending their free time exploring the area?  Tanigaki has his rifle so perhaps they are hoping to hunt if possible?  Either way, he’s glad to have Cikapasi along as his icebreaker and people don’t seem nervous around him even though he’s a Japanese solider.  Or are they familiarizing themselves with the surrounding area.

What this does lead to though is a more serious conversation between Cikapasi and Enonoka which I have been anticipating for some time now.  Cikapasi brings up the idea of being able to return to Inkarmat (and with Tanigaki) they’d be able to make a real family.  Tanigaki makes a soft smile as he replies that they should go back to see her.

But Enonoka overhears them talking about going back to Hokkaido and she’s making the exact face I was expecting her to make when this happened.  Her asking about Cikapasi leaving.    She’s flushed and sad looking and she looks concerned.  Cikapasi seems a bit shocked but there’s a little sweat drop meaning he hasn’t thought about how he would respond to her question.

I’ll get back to these two at the end.

Most of the chapter’s action is around Sugimoto and Asirpa in the woods tracking animals and hoping to hunt.  This becomes one of Asirpa’s Ainu cultural moments as she would like to hunt a wolverine since she didn’t see on yet and she wants to taste their brains.  Sugimoto seems to think that all brains taste the same but Asirpa seems to think otherwise with reindeer tasting like deer and she makes Ogata nod in response to her comment.

She then goes through a ritual to pray to the kamuy that they will be able to find the animal they seek to hunt.  When I first saw this sequence of pages I was underwhelmed.  I thought of this as a rehash of Asirpa teaching Sugimoto about Ainu practices.

She beings by explaining that this is now an unnecessary act with more modern items but that they still do this even if it doesn’t serve an actual value directly.  But then, this is where her explanation has shifted from before.  She tries to put this ritual in the context of the value it brings to the hunter through the action to help focus and clear one’s mind; not just that this is an offering to the kamuy.

Sugimoto reminds her that she’s an Ainu woman for the future but she still does her ‘antiquated’ action.  Asirpa becomes very introspective and reflective on her reply. She was set up to be a woman for a new era but she still follows and adheres to many of her Ainu traditions b/c they convey a practical value to the person practicing them. 

This leads to her important statement of her asking a rhetorical question.  Can she leave her traditions behind?  When I first saw this panel I was immediately drawn to her statement here, not b/c of the text but b/c of the emotions that are displayed on her face.  Sugimoto is there with her, but she’s questioning herself.

Sugimoto looks surprised and taken a back a little.  The angle really shows the protective cover for his head wound, something we haven’t had many glimpses at for awhile.  I wonder if this means something to see it here on this page?  Does this indicate some change in Sugimoto that can’t occur but can occur in Asirpa?

Even though Koito was all for the group taking a break, I think Koito really wanted to take a break from the group.  But the facial expression that Tsukishima shows that he disagrees with this apparent carefree order here.  Tsukishima is giving Koito serious side-eye and his facial expression is displeased. . .

Honestly, I think Koito looks tired too, he’s got stress lines under his eyes and i think he wants some time to pamper himself.  As much has he likely wants to have some beauty self-care time, it means that Tsukishima will have to continue to follow Tsurumi’s orders.  And he does this like we expect him to, with the duty that he presents here.  As Sugimoto and Asirpa are hunting, he’s following behind with his rifle at ready and watching them with binoculars.  Tsukishima does not trust Sugimoto, and honestly, nor should he!

He senses someone else and turns to see Vasily also watching Sugimoto with binoculars.  So he’s now followed them from Shisuka all the way to Toyohara!  In attempt to look friendly and non-threatening, Vasily sparkles and nods.  Tsukishima tells him to return to Russia. 

Asirpa and Sugimoto are now under double surveillance!  Really, I don’t see how Sugimoto and Asirpa get out of this situation unnoticed.  I’m glad to see that Tsukishima is making sure things don’t go awry.  I guess he’s confident Tanigaki will be fine with following orders.

Anyways, back to the action.  Asirpa and Sugimoto are approached by men who want Asirpa to redo her ritual again.  A wolverine attacks the one man and Asirpa tells them that she will shoot it with her poison arrow.  As like before, Sugimoto grabs it and pulls it off of the mans back (though Tsukishima’s kicking was way more badass).  At the same time the man with the ushanka moves the camera to face her sensing an opportunity.

As Asirpa turns to shoot the wolverine, Sugimoto notices a second coming up behind her.  Asirpa turns and hits the one from behind and Sugimoto actually manages to hit the thrown one with his rifle!  Shocking!  The man approaches it, but remembering the last one, Sugimoto warns him to not approach until the hairs go down.

The wolverine does pop up again and Asirpa shoots it with a second poison arrow.  They then take that time to set up a fire and begin to prep the wolverines and yes, Asirpa and Sugimoto get to share some brains.   She even asks Sugimoto if it is “hinna hinna?”  This is a change from Asirpa previously, she still did not say “hinna hinna” herself, but she’s asking if it is hinna.  She does seem much more even keeled and happy, perhaps it is b/c she was able to just hunt and eat brains.

Then all of a sudden he asks the mysterious eyebrow man who he is and what he’s doing.  He says that they were following some Karafuto Ainu men hunting a bear but they got separated - and it shows the men that Tanigaki and Cikapasi talked to earlier.

The final page then reveals that these two men are filming aspects of Ainu culture.  They got Asirpa hunting on film and Asirpa looks nervous upon hearing that.

Who are these men?  What is their role?  @osomanga already had a post to identify their historical models so I won’t go into that here.  I’m more interested if one of these men is a convict. . . . I can’t help but shake the feeling one of them could be - Anehata Shiton was a more academic man, yet a convict.  These men could also fall into that category.

Overall, I don’t have much to say on this chapter.  It was a bit of a disappointment for me.  I was totally off in my prediction of where things would go so I’m trying to determine what function this serves. 

So crazy hypothesis time.

1.  Cikapasi and Enonoka.  Enonoka has been great for Cikapasi’s development as a character and she has been a positive influence on him.  She gave him the beads for hunting, she has shown him how to be a kid and interact with adults.  The two of them became friends and care about each other.  I’m not saying they are romantically in love or any silly think like that - but they have come to care for each other.

I personally don’t want Cikapasi to leave her, I think he’s better served by staying in Karafuto with her and joining her family.  She isn’t using him or having him help facilitate a goal e.g. like how Inkarmat says he’d be better to travel with them so that they look like a family.  I think Inkarmat came to care about him, but Cikapasi is the one who wants Tanigaki and Inkarmat to adopt him when Enonoka naturally accepted him.  I will be sad if he leaves her behind, returns to Hokkaido to find out that things with Inkarmat are complicated.

2. Tanigaki.  Tanigaki looks fondly at Cikapasi as he talks about going back to see Inkarmat.  But here in this chapter he tells Cikapasi, it was good to have him along b/c he made for nice cover.  Cover!  He doesn’t see Cikapasi as family, he saw him as useful.  And poor Cikapasi wants nothing more for them to become a family. Ugh - open your eyes Tanigaki.

If Inkarmat is still alive, she is a hostage to Tsurumi.  Tsurumi will use her to keep Tanigaki under control and to work for him either directly or indirectly.  Honestly, I think Tanigaki is happier under his guidance.  He prefers to follow his orders and he has looked more comfortable since falling back under Tsurumi’s command.  What is messed up, is that Tsurumi is the one who fed Inkarmat the info that Kiro killed Wilk and she believed it.  This influenced her decision to work with Tsurumi.  Tanigaki will likely take the full impact of the tiger curse for killing Kiro out of revenge. 

Inkarmat as an Ainu, would not have likely approved of Tanigaki taking the makiri back to stab Kiro to get revenge for her being stabbed.  She was able to commit to holding onto the knife b/c she wanted to prove that Kiro was guilty.  Tanigaki went on another revenge quest for a woman he cared about.  If she is still alive, I don’t think she’ll be proud of Tanigaki.  

If Tsurumi is still holding her, perhaps she’ll meet Ariko/Ipopete.  He’s got another game plan with the fake skin to supply to Tsurumi so maybe they will end up working together and at the same time hit things off.  Plus, Ariko is about as blessed at Tanigaki in the “figure” department.

3. Tsukishima (and by extension Tsurumi) is keeping a tight watch on Sugimoto.  He didn’t give the full info from the telegram - he may have received more orders from Tsurumi that he’s to follow through on.  Tsurumi still hasn’t made an appearance for a long time - I find it incredibly suspicious he is stalling them in Karafuto.  Why have them stop there?  Why not come back to Hokkaido.  Is Tsurumi coming to them to meet with intel informants in Karafuto?  There are Russians in the area; he must know that Sofia was held in Akou since he knew Kiro would head there.

There is ample evidence that Tsurumi’s preferred mode of action is to influence people into doing what he wants them to do and so that they think they are making a free decision to act in the situation.  I do not doubt that he’s setting up a trap for Sugimoto.  They were rushing so hard to get back to Hokkaido and then, stall for 2 weeks!?!?  I’m suspicious.  Very suspicious. 

He clearly has dug into Sugimoto’s past military record by this point.  He knows exactly what happened that got him discharged.  Sugimoto will not abandon Asirpa.  He knows this.  So either he would have to kill Sugimoto - which would be a total hassle but valid since the man is a force to be reckoned with, or he pays him the 200 yen in front of Asirpa and tells her that Sugimoto told Tsurumi that he needed to pay him 200 yen to bring her back to him.

I don’t think Asirpa will react well to being sold out to Tsurumi.  She could reject him or Tsurumi gives him the money and then forcefully has him escorted back to the Tokyo area.  I could see him going to that extreme.

Or maybe he lets someone else know that he did something or killed someone and gets arrested when the return to Hokkaido. 

4. Koito.  On the surface,  Koito is being a bon bon and he wants to pamper himself in Toyohara.  He tells everyone to do as they please and wait until they are to return to Odomari to connect with Tsurumi. 

This first makes one think of Koito when he started out with the team.  When they arrive in Odomari, he has all of his essential items in his luggage (Spaceballs reference anyone? Am I dating myself by making this comment?).

At first during the mission, Koito was a total pain, he wandered off on his own and even had some day drinking on the clock. Day drinking . . . . come on Koito you are on duty.

This lead to immediate conflict with Sugimoto and gave Tsukishima more grief than he wanted.   Also, keep in mind that Koito got attacked by the wolverine not long afterwards . . .

But I’m not here to complain about Koito’s mistakes he made, I am thinking of how his tenor has shifted when Ogata held him at gunpoint.   He called him a bon bon in Russian and this connected this past trauma from being kidnapped by Russian kidnappers (Ogata and Tsukishima).  This shift occurred after Koito asked for the definition of barchonok.

After learning this - he has connected Ogata to the kidnapping event.  He keeps his distance from Tsukishima on the dogsled and gets incredibly impatient and mean to Tsukishima when they are pinned down by Vasily.

I think that Koito told everyone to “do as they please” because he needs time to himself to think  The problem with everyone in a group, that is always present and Koito hasn’t been alone.  He may want to stay away from everyone else and come to grips with the fact that he likely suspects that Ogata and other members of the 27th kidnapped him on Tsurumi’s orders and everything he’s thought for years has been shattered.  Yes, Tsukishima is annoyed that he’s stuck babysitting Sugimoto b/c Koito gave everyone leisure time by not taking responsibility for that order, but I’m going to put my faith in Koito in this one.  I think he has doubts about his devotion to Tsurumi and he will likely meet him with his father present again, transported by the navy.  I think Koito needs some alone time.  With his flashback, it shows that after his brother’s death he was a very lonely and isolated kid.  This also shows though that he’s no stranger to being alone with himself and his thoughts which is a good thing when it helps one gain perspective.

5.  Asirpa is showing a new level of awareness.  This took me several times looking over the panels to realize.  At first, I was disappointed, this was just a rehash of Asirpa and Sugimoto hunting.  I thought back to this very early chapter where Asirpa’s uncle is talking to Sugimoto.  He talks about wolves and Sugimoto is able to learn that Asirpa mourned her father’s death by going into the mountains with Retar. 

He then states that Sugimoto joining her in the mountains seems to have helped her to heal.  We later learn that Asirpa wasn’t healing in the mountains, she was running away from all of the pain and hurt she was facing with her father’s death and then the loss of Retar.  But this isn’t revealed until they are on the ice floe.

So at first, I thought Asirpa out with Sugimoto, was her attempting to heal herself after Kiro’s death and shooting Ogata.  It may be part of what is driving her to do that. 

But then I thought about the first scene where they meet Kirawus here.  Asirpa is simply narrating the post hunting offering to the kamuy.

She is only a conveyor of facts.  There is no opinion in her statements nor does she have an introspective thought about these rituals.  She’s fine with explaining things to Sugimoto (and others) but she doesn’t think about what they mean or why they do them. 

What has changed since in the swamp near Kushiro when they meet Kirawus and now in Toyohata on Karafuto?

Kiro and Ogata happened.  And I find myself going back to the fox farm on Karafuto.  They are hunting sea lions somewhere. . . .

It is unclear exactly where Wilk’s village was located.  We know from Kiro discussing the treaty of St. Petersburg, that the dots on this map are the locations of Ainu villages that moved to Hokkaido.

If we overlay these two maps, it means that Wilk is likely from one of these villages.  The manga tells us that Sugimoto and Tsukishima’s group went to Odomori ( Korsakov/Корсаков).  Therefore, Wilk was from one of the villages as indicated by the dots and it must have been fairly close to Odomori.

Kiro tells Asirpa that her father saw a light and hope in her for the future (to help the native peoples implied in the statement of course).  Asirpa then needs to know the big WHY?

Why did Wilk do all of these things and put her in this position?  Kiro tells her that she will find the answer herself during her time in Karafuto.  He tells her that she didn’t know all about her father and it shows her following in his footsteps.

While she contemplates the fox farm, imperialism and the abuse of native peoples in the context of colonization, Ogata confirms with Kiro what his plan is.  The framing is so key in these panels, Asirpa is in the background three times as Ogata looks at her twice.

Ogata is trying to determine if she is lying or not about what the code could be. Kiro explains that it is best to let her find the answer naturally and to make sure she is on board with them and trusts them.  He looks soft and supportive on this page while Ogata looks serious and doubtful.  Ogata is at his most comfortable here, he’s rationally thinking about all of the possibilities in the situation.

But it then leads to this dramatic top panel on the next page. Kiro tells him that if they let Asirpa mature on Karafuto on her own. . . she will understand the situation and tell them the key.

As they continue through Karafuto Asirpa learns many things first hand by doing with the group.  She observes different customs and the impact of the colonial and imperialist policies on both sides of the border. 

Most importantly, she remembers the code.  As Kiro is dying, she stops Tsukishima from shooting him b/c she needs to talk to him (to ask if he killed Wilk), but first she tells him that she remembered the code.  Kiro’s entire plan worked, Sofia was able to get Asirpa to make the connection and Ogata and Asirpa know that she knows the code.

She thanks him and with that Kiro can die somewhat at peace despite sacrificing everything to his cause.  Kiro’s actions served a purpose.  The immediate one was for her to remember the code.

However, that wasn’t all.  When they are later in the Nivk village with injured Ogata and Tsukishima, Asirpa makes a comment how the Nivk are similar yet different from the Ainu - this is a subtle thing that Kiro wanted her to realize.  Kiro’s goal was always to get Asirpa to see the situation of the native peoples and to help fulfill Wilk’s goal to form a confederation to stop the spread of colonialism.

So now back to this page.  Asirpa is wondering what her role is in the world.  Why does she continue to follow old traditions?  How does she leave them behind?   Can she leave them behind?

This is totally different language than she previously used when discussing Ainu customs and traditions.  She likely wonders if she is trapped by them. 

I personally read that this has a second meaning.  Asirpa has realized that she is trapped by her situation.  Wilk set her up to be a natural leader of the Ainu to fight colonialism.  Kiro wanted to educate her about her father and become a partisan.  Hijikata learned from Wilk that she’s the key to the gold.  Tsurumi also knows that she is the only key to the gold since he couldn’t break the code with the current skins in his possession.  Tsukishima and Koito are there to make sure she gets it to Tsurumi.  She’s also trapped in her partnership with Sugimoto who thinks he’s best to relieve her of the burden (but he’ll also get a benefit as well for Umeko).

Lastly, the chapter ends with the two men who want to record her culture - not only is it rude to ask her to repeat a ritual a second time, but it highlights that she is seen as something to be studied.  This also implies that there is a fear that it may be lost. 

[niles-thorne]

The Journal of Niles Thorne

Hello there,

   My name is Niles Thorne, I'm not sure how long I have left so why don't I tell you a bit about myself.  The beginning is a bit hazy as I'm still regaining my memory little by little.  I remember being born into a strange village where thirteen of us were born on the same day.  People called us the children of the Apocalypse.  One of us were supposed to resurrect something called Mask.  I'm not entirely sure what that is.  But as we were children we were pampered some of us were training for what was to come next.  I grew really close to this one girl, I can't remember what her name was but she comes to me in these dreams I have.  Her face is the only one I can actually remember, in the dreams everyone else's faces were dark and blurry.  We both grew up together in a society called The Lords of Shadow. I’m not too sure what that is to be quite honest.

   The two of us would train together in private when we weren't training with our teachers.  We both became well versed in the same type of magic, and while I wasn't strong I had a good endurance and could take my hits while she was the opposite, she was strong......Really strong.  It was after a while when her dad, I think he was someone important? Took her away and we couldn't see each other for a while.  I think I was in love with her.  We practiced together for years until we were 17 and then they took her away.. That's when we found out that we were to become a spectacle for our society.  The children of the apocalypse were to fight to the death in some sort of gladiatorial styled event. This was to see who would be strong enough to summon that “Mask” thing.  

   During the tournament I managed to defeat three of the others.  On our 18th birthday the two whom made it to the last round would also fight to the death.  I wasn't expecting to see her there.  Well I was,  but I hoped it wouldn't be her.  This fight took way too long we both took so many hits from each other.  But with the blink of an eye she appeared in front of me and leaned into my ear.  All I remember hearing was "I Lo-," before she plunged the dagger into her own chest.  Why? She could have killed me right then and there. Why didn't she take my life? It's still a question I ask to this day.

   That was it i was declared the strongest of us.  Her body was taken away, but I snuck off one day to see where they were taken after they were defeated.  I heard of this one shady individual who could bring back people to life as long as their bodies weren't dead for an hour so i rushed to him after winning to see what he could do.  He said he would raise her as the strongest of the apocalypse children was the one asking.  I brought him to her body and next thing i know she was up and talking as if nothing had happened.  This did not go well when her father saw her.  He knew I was the one behind this.  We as a village had a code that we weren't allowed to raise loved ones or people from our village.  He brought me into the center of the town.  I think it was the center?  It is still a blurry mess but I remember he cut my face leaving me with a mark of the exile he called it.  He then placed his hand on my head and that's when everything went blank.  Next thing I know I was running from a group of people whom had pitchforks and torches.  They were calling me a monster and yelling "How could you have done this?!"

   As my journey running continued i came across a group of travelers.  They seemed friendly.  They offered me food and a drink and let me sit by their fire with them.  I began to feel strange almost like my body wouldn't move.  Next thing I know they put a bag over my head and put me in these strange shackles. I could feel these shackles sapping away at my magic.  They tossed me into a wagon and it began moving.  I have no clue where we were going I think I passed out.  When I woke up I was inside of a cage large enough to fit a human standing up and long enough that I could lay down.  I was scared,  there were people looking into the cage looking at me.  They called me a monster and a freak.  I heard a man yelling "Come one, come all to Cirque du Freak."  

   This is when my life as a slave began.  I've been in this cage for what seems like years seven years to be exact.  I've been keeping track in this journal you see.   I hid my spell book and a gift I received from my parents. I think?  It's a glass orb that has green smoke that swirls within it but it's solid glass.  I have been traveling since I've been captured and these chains and shackles have been on me for the past six years.  I know I'm powerful but I can't break these damn chains.  I need someone..... anyone..... Please help me..... I don't know how much time I have left.  I don't want to die here.

   Well it seems I have a bit longer left to live. I was traded off to a scary large man named Lodnolf. Seems i'll be okay until my new owner loses interest in me.  He's a large and scary being,  who owns a flying boat called the Cloud Burner?  Once a week I'm dragged to the top of the ship where these two large.... I think they called them balloons are called.  They chain me up and sap me of all of my energy.  There are these beings that reside inside of the balloons called air elementals I think they are the cause of my energy being taken away.  It's really draining, and I'm always tired afterwards.  I heard the large man named Lodnolf talking about a group of people heading from somewhere called Leilon going to Neverwinter which is where we are heading now.  Apparently if he captures them he will get a lot of money per head.  Maybe if I offer to help him he will offer me my freedom.

[suzubelle-chan]

Razi- Dreams and Illusions

I’m new to the whole Lovestruck fandom, but I couldn’t resist throwing myself into writing a fic about everyone’s favorite male djinn. Hope you enjoy the fluff!

Pairing: MC/Razi set after all the Baba Drama is over and they are married

Rating: G

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When Razi opened his eyes, his apartment dwarfed him and every item was a shade of blue. The djinn stuck his hand out and it met with a familiar smoothness. Despite the warmth inside his bottle, he shivered. Why was he in his bottle? What had happened to him? He looked around the apartment, but no one was around. No JD, no MC…

The djinn slumped down sitting at the bottom of his container. He tried to think of what happened to him earlier…He was leaving for downstairs to get the bowling lanes open when MC dashed out of the bathroom, colliding into him like a bowling ball.  After the couple stood on solid ground, his wife hugged him so tightly. She was beaming, practically glowing with cheer. Her mouth opened but then…darkness. Whatever words she said were completely gone. Fingers combed through his hair, an attempt to pull out whatever caused him back into his bottle back into his mind. Eventually, he sighed and sunk to the ground, completely hopeless. All he could do was wait until someone came back and freed him.

However, his mind shifted when the bottle suddenly jumped up into the air. The djinn looked up to see MC’s face taking up his entire field of vision, tears dewing up near her eyes. Her voice was muffled through the glass, but the djinn clearly heard his name.

“MC!” Razi called out, banging on the glass.

His wife spent no time unplugging the bottle. The djinn zoomed out of the bottle and landed right in front of the woman. She spent no time crashing her body into his own. For a second, he fumbled back a bit displaced from the weight. Some part of his mind thought that she weighed a lot more than he remembered that morning, but he pushed it aside. He had more important things to ask about how he got into his bottle in the first place.

Razi’s lips barely parted before MC crashed into him with her own. A wave of passion and urgency swept through him and he returned her feelings with his own. He could feel her arms clasp around his chest, hands clamping down on his back. She held onto him like she was scared he’d poof back into his bottle at any moment. MC slowly left his lips, causing the man to open his eyes. Her ice blue eyes completely leaked with tears. She almost thumped her head against his chest as she started to sob, her grip loosening but still wrapped around him.

“Oh Razi! I thought you would never wake up! I thought you! I…!” MC wailed and broke down into sobs.

The djinn frowned as he lifted her head to face him. “MC,” he crooned out in his low voice. “I’m right here. I’m not going to leave again. But please tell me…what happened to me? I can’t remember anything.”

“You don’t…oh…”MC’s face turned bright red and she looked shyly away. “Do you remember fainting?”

He flinched, “I fainted?”

“Yes…and then you wouldn’t wake up. You stayed unconscious for hours, days, but you wouldn’t wake up…Diego looked you over but he couldn’t figure out why…he guesses you just hit your head too hard when you fell…Roshini said it would probably be best for you to stay in the bottle until you woke up…so we did and we waited…and waited but still…I’m just so relieved that you are awake.”

Razi rubbed her cheek and his eyes widened, trying to take her in. Her face was like a full moon, wider with a slight glow to her skin. Her chestnut locks now trailed beyond her shoulders and ended at the end of her back. She pressed his hand closer to his cheek with her own, he noticed how much thicker her arms were, not with muscles, however. Placing a hand on the other side of her face, he asked, “How long was I in the bottle?”

His wife played with a piece of her hair and took a long and deep breath. She looked straight into eyes with a worn out look, “About six months.”

“Six M-Months?!?” He hollered. Sheer terror spun like a hurricane in his brain. He left her for that long!?! Anything could have happened to her! And his mind told him something did.

A blush bloomed on the woman’s face, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she asked, “You said you didn’t remember fainting. Do you…remember what happened before?”

“I was heading downstairs, you ran into me really excited, and told me something but…” he rubbed his head. “I can’t remember what.”

“I told you about the baby.” MC stared into his face. She loosened her grip on him and slowly stepped away from his grasp, giving him a good view of her from head to foot. “I told you about our baby.”She placed her hands on the center of her now distinctly round middle.

Razi’s brain froze at the sight of his wife. There was no denying her being pregnant. Her breasts had developed as well, now sitting on her stomach. She wore a light blue top with white swirls that draped over her upper body as well as the top of her jeans, which only added to the maternal image. The djinn couldn’t believe it, she was absolutely breathtaking, gorgeous, everything he could have ever asked for. Which is why MC’s head lowered down, gazing sadly at her belly as she rubbed it, broke his heart.

The woman started, voice wobbling, “I know this is a huge shock. Especially since the first time you found out you-”

However, Razi stopped those words with a tight hug, burying his head in her neck. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Tears pricked and spilled out of his eyes. “I don’t know what happened! I love you and I’m absolutely ecstatic that we are having a baby! If there was any way I could go back, show you just how happy I was and spoil you rotten, like the woman I love should be treated, I would. But instead, I just left you, in the worst place and at the worst time. I’m so sorry.” He nuzzled closer, afraid to even look her.

MC pulled his head back and rubbed the water away from his eyes. “Look what happened was an accident. I spent a lot of time blaming myself, how I should have told you better. However, since we can’t go back in time, and trust me your family tried searching for a spell but they couldn’t find one, and try to prevent all this crazy mess from happening, let’s focus on what’s happening now.” She moved his hands down to her belly. “Us.”

The djinn beamed at the sight, hand rubbing her stomach. “Us.” He softly whispered. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Besides, I wasn’t alone. I had all of Havenfall’s Finest taking care of me.”

“Oh stars, I didn’t just leave you alone. I threw you out to the wolves.” He then blinked. “Don’t tell Mackenzie I said that.”

“Hey. The gang has been trying to spoil me one way or another. Especially Roshini, she’s barely let me walk let alone work ever since I told her.”

The word “walk” jolted Razi’s paternal instincts on and he looked at his wife; now a gorgeous delicate thing barely capable of lifting a spoon, let alone her bodyweight. “I agree with her; the planets must have aligned. You better sit down, come on.”

MC looked up at him with a playful grin and shook her head. As she stepped, or rather Razi noticed, waddled towards the couch, the djinn made sure to fluff up a few pillows before helping her down. When she was all settled, he propped up her feet into his lap, slipped off her slippers, and started to rub her feet. With her head leaning on some of the pillows, MC sighed, “Razi…”

“What? I have several months of pampering and spoiling to make up, might as well get started now.” As he moved his fingers around, the djinn required, “How have you been? I know I made things harder on you.”

“Well, everything has been okay. Naturally, people in town got curious why you left suddenly, especially with me pregnant, so we told everyone that your dad suddenly got ill.  You had to see him while Roshini took care of the alley while I was pregnant. It’s actually pretty funny. Your parent’s call every week and your dad will raise the hugest fuss to put him on speaker and make sure we are in public. And once we are, he starts coughing and crying as loud as he can, calling for you to get his medicine or a drink or something. It’s a real riot hearing him, we didn’t have the heart that we told the town he has a mental condition. Actually, it helps sell it.”

Razi’s hands left her feet and covered his face. His fingers slightly pulled his cheeks down, “Ah yes, that sounds like my dad alright.”

MC continued with a chuckle, “ Well at least, I know where the Nassar dramatic gene comes from. I’ve been pretty healthy thanks to Diego watching over my diet and some of your family’s recipes. Although Roshini does let my cravings slide every time his back is turned. JD’s actually been rather helpful, doing work around the place, although he whines about it all the time. Mothman set up the nursery, even though your family wanted to use magic to do it.  Mac has been keeping the town safe and there hasn’t been anything that caught Haven’s Finest’s attention so it’s been peaceful. There was this one time that the baby got hiccups and started to float bowling pins around the place, but the alley was empty and that ended pretty quickly. Although JD did get a few bowling pins to the face and has been calling the baby ‘Razi’s magical twerp,’ since then.”

Razi chuckled, then slowly pulled his wife into his lap, hand on his wife’s back. His other hand floated around her stomach before she patted it down. “How far along are you?”

“A little over eight months. With a little luck, we’ll have a brand-new family member before Christmas. Although, I hope that everyone doesn’t buy any more baby stuff. We’ve got enough for ten kids and I don’t think there’s enough magic in the world to make it all fit in the nursery.”

The djinn glanced around their apartment. He spotted another door, pastel blue with golden animals, right next to their bedroom, “So is the baby a boy?”

MC shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He looked at her incredulously, “Really?”

MC lowered her head, “It just didn’t feel right without you being there, knowing and celebrating, and helping me pick out names and clothes…If I ever try all I can ever think about how you were not there with me.” A few tears poured out of her eyes.

Razi rubbed them away with his free hand. “I’m sorry again.”

“I’m sorry, I’m bringing us down so much. My moods have been all over the place since the beginning. This baby is certainly a Nassar.”

Just before Razi could comically defend his family name, something thumping his palm distracted him. He gazed down to see small budges poke through his wife’s belly. After a few movements, most of the activity settled near the djinn’s hand.

MC positively beamed, “Guess they wanted to see what was causing so much so much of a fuss for their mama.” And she smiled at him, a hand playing through his hair. “And also want to hear their papa for the first time.”

Papa. The word struck Razi like a lightning bolt, filling him with so much love that he thought he would burst now. He gently lifted MC on the couch, so he could lean down and press his head  “Hello baby. I’m your Papa. Sorry that I haven’t been around, but I’m going to love you so much. Just as much as I love your mama.” He started to kiss all over the bump. The child eagerly tried to touch their father back. “Feels like a healthy baby to me.”

“Yeah, now if only they would wait until they were born to practice their manticore spiking. It gets a little annoying after a while, especially at three am in the morning.”

Razi chuckled, “Looks like we’ll have our hands full.” He rubbed her belly with so much relevance. Some part of him couldn’t believe this wasn’t some kind of dream. A twisted but still happy dream. However, his blissful mood shattered at the sound of his wife groaning, holding onto her stomach.  He bolted right up, standing above her. “MC!? What’s wrong?”

MC sighed, “It’s nothing, Razi, just some Braxton-Hix Contractions.”

“Contractions?!?” Razi hollered. “The baby is coming now?!?”

“Braxton-Hix. Practice contraction for my due date. Or as JD’s been putting it, ‘the twerp’s grand entrance’”. After a few short huffs, MC continued, “You would think after the third time Roshini turned him into a pillow so I could sit on them, they would have cut the jokes.”

The humor flew over the djinn’s head as he continued to worry. “Is there anything I can do? Massage your back?” he asked, hands floating in the air, waiting to be used.

MC stated, “That sounds lovely, but I’d rather be on the bed, it’s a bit more comfortable. Plus, the walk might make it go away.” She stretched her hands out in the air, teetering her self a bit forward, but still couldn’t get herself up. After a few pants, she groaned. “Okay, help me up.”

Razi grasped her hands and slowly pulled her up. His hands rested on her shoulders, “Are you sure you are okay?”

MC started to pant now, “Yeah…I’ll be…” however a scream cut off her words, as she leaned into the couch’s arm. After a few pants, she screamed again, legs collapsing underneath.

“MC!” Razi cried out, kneeling beside her.

Between groans, MC squeezed, “Razi…I think…the baby is coming.”

The djinn froze, “What?!”

“Looks like they really wanted to meet their Papa,” the woman managed to smile before cringing in pain.

Razi quickly scooped up his wife. “It’ll be okay. It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

He tried to soothe, but his voice shook with worry. “Just hold on…I’ll get you to the hospital…just hold on.” He started to race out the door.

Suddenly the world slipped out from underneath the djinn’s feet and slowed down, every moment lasting a minute. He felt himself fall down, about to land on his stomach, but for some reason, his magic failed him. For the first time in his life, no blue smoke appeared when he needed it.  Now all he could do was watch as his pregnant wife fell to the ground with him. He stared at her face, ice blue eyes wide in disbelief at him and her hands clutching her middle, trying to shield their child.

He completely failed her. He wasn’t there for her when she needed him the most, taking care of her, loving her and showing her just how important she was to him. And now their child was coming and what did he do? Fail them too, probably even long before they were born. If the loves of his life ever survived this, he would make sure he’d spend the rest of his life making sure they knew how much he loved them. And if they didn’t, his family had gotten debts before. None of them would blame them if he asked another, especially for this purpose. He’d do anything to make sure they were alright. But now, he couldn’t do anything. All he could do was brace for the worst and impact.

The djinn certainly fell to the ground, but the worst never happened. In fact, the strangest thing happened. The moment his wife hit the ground, she disappeared in a puff of familiar blue smoke. It spread all over the apartment, causing him to close his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he first realized he was in his usual clothes, the familiar weight of his suspenders on his shoulders. Laugher overfilled his ears and glanced up from his empty hands. All of Havenfall’s  Finest surrounded him, all of them with eyes shut and laughing. Some were even clutching their stomachs. Finally, his eyes landed on MC, clutching her thin stomach, as she laughed the hardest of all, so much so she was sliding onto her knees.

“Did you see the look on his face?” she started, peaking an eye up at the rest of the gang.

“When he discovered that you were pregnant or when you went into labor?” Mothman asked.

“No, the best one was when he slipped on his floating ribbon!” JD replied.

“Ah yes, my ugly duckling has shown that he has the grace of one!” Roshini declared.

The laughter only roared now, as JD and Mothman leaned on each other for support, Roshini leaning against the wall, wiping tears away with her fingers. Even Mackenzie and Diego howled with laughter.

“What’s going on?” the djinn on the ground asked.

MC finally looked at him, beaming at him. “Oh Razi!” She quickly scooted over to him, held up his upper torso, and hugged him tightly. “I’m so glad you are alright!” A few more chuckles escaped before turning into deep breathes, and then a few sniffles as she rubbed her head against his chest.

Razi gazed down at his wife, a few tears slipping from her eyes. He rubbed her head and stroked a few tears away. “Yes, I am. Are you?”

Before the woman could open his mouth, Roshini interrupted. “Of course, she isn’t! You scared her half to death fainting like that!” The woman almost glided over the couple, picking up the woman before pressing her into her chest, fingers combing the brown hair to comfort. “I don’t think there’s a woman alive who would okay with that kind of reaction to her pregnancy.”

Razi stiffened up. “Pregnant.” He quickly grabbed his wife away from his sister. He stared at her, hands on her shoulders. His sea blue eyes wide now “You really are pregnant?”

“Yes,” MC confirmed, widely smiling. “Yes, I am.”

The djinn bear-hugged his wife, swirling her around, his face stretched with his smile. “This is amazing! You incredible, wonderful woman you!” He declared and peppered her face with kisses.

MC giggled, “Hey give yourself some credit too!”

“Shame you didn’t show that enthusiasm a few hours ago.” Roshini scolded.

“Aw come on, the show was hilarious! It’s a shame we couldn’t sell tickets.” JD stated.

“What exactly brought on this whole act?” Razi asked.

“Well, you see…after you fainted, MC panicked…a lot.” Mothman stated.

“Hey! I was worried!” MC shrugged.

“Yeah, she freaked out, practically screaming at us about how you fainted.” JD continued.

“When I was called over to check on you, she wouldn’t stop hovering and crying.” Diego rolled on. “I couldn’t focus on you, because she was such a mess. We knew we had to calm her down but I didn’t have anything on me to help so we tried other ways.”

“We tried everything, even pickles and ice cream,” JD stated.

“I can’t believe you actually bought that stuff,” MC said, staring at the town’s sheriff.  

“I can’t believe you actually ate it.” Mac shrugged.

“What can I say, it looked tasty,” MC admitted with a shrug, playing with a curl.

“We decided to get her to think of what was gonna happen when you woke up. One thought leads to another and before ya know it-we started comin’ up with a scene that it took you a couple of months to wake up. MC really enjoyed it.” Mothman commented.

“It was absolutely charming. Mothman knew you so well. Then you started to wake up so…” Roshini started.

“You decided to go along with it,” Razi finished, scowling at the three people he lived with.

“Can you blame me?” She patted his head. “Now I’m off to tell the family. Hopefully, Mom has some kind of charm or spell that will make sure my little niece gets MC’s good looks. She gave her brother a once over look. “Perhaps her brains as well.”

“And I’ve got to show this video to Grace! As if learning she’s gonna be an aunt isn’t great enough!” JD flashes a smug smile, waving their phone.

“We’ll leave you two alone now to rest. You are gonna need it,” Mothman replied with a smirk.

And the three main miscreants dashed out of the room before the djinni could snap his fingers.

Diego patted on his shoulder, “I don’t know much about magical babies, but I do know some good gynecologists. I can give you a few recommendations.”

Razi touched the shoulder, “Thanks.” Then he looked away at Mackenzie, “And I suppose you can keep Havenfall safe?”

“For your kid. Definitely. From your kid? That might be a tall order.” She chuckled. “We’ll see you two later.”

The rest of Havenfall’s Finest left, the expecting couple now by themselves. MC barely blinked before she was sitting in her husband’s lap on the couch, hands wrapped around her waist, kissing her face and neck.

“Razi!” she let out of squeal of delight.

“Just making sure, this isn’t part of my sister’s illusion.” Razi smiled. After a few moments, he stopped and just sighed, resting his face close to hers.

“Glad you are happy about this,” MC stated. Her smile faltered a bit as she sighed, “Sorry about scaring you so much you fainted. I should have just put a bun in the oven and have you find it or buy you a father’s day card or something.”

“It’s alright. I guess the news was so amazing I couldn’t handle it.” He started to lean down and pull up on her shirt. “You two are so amazing.” He sighed, staring at her non-existing bump before showering his lips over it.

“Razi!” MC called out.

“Just showing the baby I love them.” After a few more kissing, Razi rested his cheek on the belly. “Hi there baby, I’m your Papa. Despite what your Aunt Roshini and your… JD and Mothman may have told you, I’m the good guy. They are the meanies here, not me.”

“Razi…” MC scolded teasingly.

“What? I’m just teaching the baby about their family, that’s all.” He started innocently. “And that lady is your mama. She’s really funny and beautiful and will be the best mama in the world. She’ll definitely protect you but you better behave, she can be pretty scary. And I promise I’ll be the best papa in the world for your kid. No matter what.”

Razi continued to kiss and promise to the child, breaking only to kiss and promise his wife she would barely lift a finger for the next few months, content that he was no longer in an illusion but a dream come true.

Author’s notes:

Sorry if I don’t have the characters voices down yet, I’m trying to get as much of their dialogue down, but carpal tunnel limits how much I can write/type. Promise I’ll work harder on it next time. If anyone wants to beta for the next one, let me know!

Someone PLEASE convince to NOT give Razi and MC a baby girl named Shantae in my next fic, because I’ve already ideas for a baby fic. Even though it would be perfect and awesome the name would be since the baby would be a half-djinn. I don’t care what you have to do, I’m slowly loosing this battle of temptation, and I need to be saved from my own nerdy ass.