#he seems like he gets caught by surprise rather easily when things don't go how he envisioned them (e.g. in TMOSTH and Rivals 2 too)

[true-blue-sonic]

To me, Espilver feels like its that kinda relationship where all of Silver and Espio's friends are convinced that they've been dating for ages because of how close they are, but they're actually only at the stage where they're trying to get the courage to ask the other to go for a private hang out to ask if they're okay with the mere idea of dating someone.

While Sonilver feels like it's that kinda relationship where Sonic and Silver could be coming up to their dating anniversary but all their friends think they're still in the crushing stage, taking bets on how long it will take them to finally realise the other reciprocates their feelings.

Pfff, poor Silver is repeatedly getting misunderstood in his relationships, haha! With Espilver specifically, I think Espio is the one who perpetually lives in the "DOES HE ACTUALLY LIKE ME IN THAT WAY OR IS SILVER JUST LIKE THAT WITHOUT MEANING ANYTHING WITH IT D:" stage, and Silver is the one who thinks they're, you know, really just kinda dating and everything is cool between them and he's just happy with how things are. Naturally, since he's Silver, he does not actually say this to Espio because he believes Espio thinks that as well. I do love the idea that everyone else does too, haha! They probably figure Espio is just withdrawn about his feelings, because he's also withdrawn about basically everything else except bragging, lol. So one day that's going to come to a head, and Silver is like "Wait, you didn't think we were in a relationship this whole time??" and Espio is like "YOU DID????" and they've got some things to clear up there! XD

And as for Sonilver, I get the feeling Sonic just isn't that outspoken about his feelings: he doesn't seem like the type of guy who really shares extensively what's on his mind, much as he is in tune with the minds of others. So also there I can imagine Silver just cruising along while being happy with what he and Sonic have, except contrary to Espio Sonic feels the exact same way and knows what Silver is thinking. And there it would be funny if everyone is like "Awww, they've got feelings for each other! One day this will blossom into something beautiful but they have no idea now😍", while Sonic and Silver just returned from an adventure to some gorgeous Zone in which they romantically kissed under the moonlight or something. Also that will cause much surprise when they finally figure everything out, haha!

[thebluester2020]

Sdv Bachelors X super loud Farmer in bed?

SDV Bachelors x Loud Farmer (In Bed)

Summary: How SDV bachelors react to their usually quiet farmer being surprisingly loud in bed. Warning(s): SMUT, Slight degradation on Shane's part, Sebastion and Elliot being canon munches, Alex kinda gives “sex in cemetery before zombie apocalypse” vibes.

Side Note(s): I've always wondered where people would get those nsfw headers and I finally found the sauce as to where I get them. I'm literally over the moon right now.

Also, I'm in the firm belief that Alex is a gay man but for the sake of fairness. I'm including him in this 😔

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Elliot

Pleasantly surprised (and eager to hear your voice again).

Throughout y'all's relationship. Elliot knew you to be a very level-headed person, and it was hard to get an intense reaction out of you. Even when you two first kissed on a boat, you offered him nothing but the sight of faint dusting on your cheeks and you stuttering a little.

From then on, he naturally thought you'd be like that with everything! Including the bedroom.

Boy was he wrong, and he was more than happy to see how loud you could get.

♡ - "My...what was that, my dear?" He purred, looking up from between your thighs with a teasing glint in his eyes. As you steadily came out of your daze, trying to relive the last few moments, your cheeks suddenly burst into flames as you remembered the noise you just made. "N-Nothing," You said. "You were hearing things..." Elliot tilted his head with a teasing smile. He was no fool, and nor would he allow yourself to so easily disregard the noise you just made. A noise that nearly made him cum untouched within his pants as the sound played over and over and over again within' his head.

He had to hear it again.

Suddenly, his tongue flicked over your clit again, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat at the act. "Seems we'll have to set aside some time to teach your mouth to be as honest as your pussy, huh?" Without leaving you room to respond, his mouth quickly found your pussy again, lewd slurping noises leaving from between your thighs as he switched between tongue-fucking your sex and sucking on your clit.

Let's just say that Elliot managed to get more than a few more noises out of you that night...

Sebastion

Shocked.

See, you and Sebastion were similar in the quiet department. Personality wise at least.

He knew how you'd react to certain things because it was how he would react, and that dynamic made your relationship very smooth sailing. And like Elliot, he thought that personality would follow into the bedroom. So imagine his face when you let out an adorably loud moan.

It felt like all time stopped in that very moment, his thrusts stilling immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes.

Oh, he was going to have so much more fun with you now that he knew that his spouse had a secret set of lungs in her.

♡ - He froze the second he heard it.

A breathy and needy little moan that left your kiss swollen lips from the heavy makeout session Sebastion and you had earlier.

There was no mistaking the noise he heard. As you slowly started to come down from your high, a disappointed yet quieter moan leaving your lips as you began to open your teary eyes to look down at him. The pout that appeared on your lips after made Sebastion's cock harden even more inside his shorts. "Sebby..." You whispered, breathlessly. "Why'd you stop...?"

"That noise you made..."

"Huh?"

"Do it again, I didn't know you could be so loud."

Your cheeks suddenly felt like they caught on fire as you quickly shifted your head to the side. "I-I don't know what you're talking about- Oh!" There it was again, this time thanks to the curling of Sebastion's skilled fingers inside your warm pussy rather than his surprisingly talented tongue. He began to wonder how many more times you would make that noise for him, how long you'd be able to make those noises from him until you were too fucked dumb in order to say anything else.

Sebastion then started to lightly nip at the insides of your thighs, gently calling your attention back to him as a smirk crawled onto his lips. "Y/N..." Sebastion whispered only for your ears to hear.

"How many more times can you make that cute noise~?"

Sam

Oh, he's blushing.

Before the two of you started dating, the only thing Sam knew about you was that you were the quiet and sweet-hearted farmer who was eager to help everyone. There weren't any rumors of you getting upset with anyone or raising your voice a single time!

And he loved it.

To the point where it developed into a perverted fantasy of his to hear you moan just once. That fantasy served as his favorite jerk-off material inside his head as he's creamed in his pants more than a few times because of it.

So, when you two started having sex with one another and he managed to get a loud whine from you?

He was hooked from there.

♡ - "Y/N?" Sam said to you, sweat dripping from his brow as his thrusts slowed. "What was that?"

You would've thought he was asking a mundane question about the weather with how innocent it sounded. As if he weren't just plowing into your cunt just a second ago. As you dazedly opened your eyes to look into his blue orbs, wide and practically gleaming with the eagerness of an over-excited dog. You slowly licked your top lick as you tried to find your words.

The only ones you could find were- "I-I don't know..." You panted.

Immediately, a frown came onto Sam's lips as he resumed his movements, his grip tightening on your love handles and thus restarting your loud moans bouncing off the walls.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" He questioned.

"You're making the noise right now! It's not good to lie..." Sam continued as he eyed your tits bouncing from underneath him, his cheeks somehow turning an even deeper shade of red as all he wanted to do was suck on them. But, he had an even bigger mission in front of him.

To make sure that you never hid your pretty moans again.

They were everything he had ever wanted to hear since he had developed a crush on you! To hear something different come from those pretty lips of yours that he fisted his cock to every other night since before you two started dating...now he finally had what he wanted, he couldn't just let you hide them and act like nothing happened!

"Fuuucckkk..." Sam moaned, drool dribbling out the side of his mouth as he relished in your pussy. Whiny 'aht aht ahts' leaving your lips as your cunt tightened around his dick.

"Don't ever hide your noises from me again babe~"

Alex

Not very surprised tbh.

Alex would've probably assumed there had to have been a crack under that quiet, seemingly "perfect" facade of yours. And before you two were dating, he was doing almost everything to find it.

Teasing you, trying to say certain words in order to fluster you and even being (respectfully) touchy with you via bumping into you and placing a hand on your arm from time to time.

Still, you didn't crack once.

He almost gave up until one fateful night when you were at the beach and he came across you. One meaningful talk later and you were somewhere in the forest against a tree and him behind you, pulling you onto his cock repeatedly like a man starved.

Safe to say, you were making noises then.

♡ - When you let out a whiney "Alex~!". He didn't stop even for a moment.

Oh no, he continued pistoning into your sloppy pussy as you struggled to hold yourself against a tree somewhere deep within Cindersap forest. Yet, all he could ever think about was how much he longed to hear those noises since the first moment you two met.

How many nights he spent in his bedroom imagining the shy farmer underneath him or on top of him as he fucked you until you scarcely remembered your own name. Now? It was finally a reality, and with more fire than his imagination could ever hope to recreate.

"Fuck yeah farmer," Alex smirked to himself as he grabbed your ass, using the grip his other hand had upon your hip to slam you further down his throbbing dick. "Bet you didn't even hear yourself, huh? I know you didn't." He continued to talk, not even caring if you were coherent enough to hear what he was saying as your moans only increased in pitch and frequency while your slick started to drip down the front of his thighs.

"'Cause if you did-" A drawn-out groan interrupted his line of speech as you suddenly clenched around him. A loud keening noise leaving your lips as his jaw dropped in shock at your squirt splashing against where you two were joined.

Oh, now he definitely needed to fuck you again.

"Fuck farmer, didn't know you were a squirter~" He smirked as he leaned forward a little to take your chin into his hand, shaking your head like you were a ragdoll to make you come to a little.

"H-Huh...?" You said dazedly.

He pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, a cocky laugh leaving his lips as his hips started to move again. "Don't worry farmer, we have all night to recreate those cute moans again...as well as you squirting on my dick again..."

Harvey

I think that he'd be blushing and would be just as embarrassed as you would be.

Harvey may be knowledgeable about female anatomy since he's a doctor but he's not experienced in personally having sex. I think that would make him think that he's not exactly 'good enough' to make the well-known quiet farmer let out a loud moan.

Once he managed to though (and did a quick check-in to make sure he didn't do anything wrong and it was actually pleasurable for you) he's definitely going to repeat the action over and over without fault.

Anything for his pretty spouse.

♡ - Harvey looked up at you like a confused little puppy when you made those noises, his brown eyes wide from shock and curiosity as he studied your facial expressions for a beat.

He didn't think this would ever happen.

He was content in your soft moans and quiet pleas for him to continue his ministrations whenever you two would become intimate. He never thought you would be loud in bed with him and he was fine with that! So long as you weren't in pain and you were enjoying him, he didn't need a louder moan or needier whine to spur him to continue.

But...he wouldn't deny that the absolute hunger that was in his name when you said it a little bit louder than usual. Your hand gripping his wrist in a need to try and ground yourself, the covers on the bed no longer seeming to do it for you. This moment...he could find himself becoming addicted to it easily. "Y-Y/N?" Harvey broke the silence as he moved up a little to better look into your eyes, to double-check to make sure you weren't in any pain.

"...Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" He asked hesitantly as you slowly opened your eyes to look at him.

Your breath was fast but soft, almost like a rabbit's as you looked at him as if he hung the very moon and stars for you and you alone. "I-I'm fine..." You said, your eyes following him as he went back to his position between your thighs, his fingers slowly returning to his task as they grazed your pussy.

Your thighs twitched at the contact. "Why'd you stop...?" You asked, a little impatient. "Keep going."

Oh, he planned to.

"Sorry," Harvey said as he pressed a gentle kiss just a little under your navel as his fingers plunged into your pussy once more, curling just enough so that they rubbed against that sweet spot inside your cunt. Teasing but juuussttt enough to make you ache and crave for more, to make your pussy drip. "Just had to make sure you were okay." He continued as he finger-fucked you, his lips pressing against the inside of your thighs appreciatively as he listened to the needy squelching of your pussy.

He'd keep going, again and again and again.

So long as he got to hear more sounds from you.

Shane

Imma add in my two cents to the dom Shane crowd and say that Shane would be confident but in a less 'dude-bro' way. (like Alex)

He wouldn't be shocked. He's had a few one-night stands here and there, and would definitely know his way around. Man or woman.

So when you let out a symphony of pleasurable screams when he was rearranging your insides, your hands gripping onto your pillows for dear life. He didn't dare ease up or take a minute to let yourself notice that you were letting out such lewd noises.

He just kept on moving, silently committing each moan, whine, and scream to memory.

♡ - Your face was deep in your pillow when you let out a drawn-out scream as you came around Shane's dick. A creamy ring starting to form as Shane continued to fuck you through your orgasm.

He always knew you were capable of it, being louder and no longer abiding by that 'shy, quiet little farmer' title that the town liked to place on you. From the moment you talked to him when you were a few days into being in Pelican Town, a thought flashed through his mind that begged to know the answer to a question that plagued him for a while now...

Were you just as quiet in bed?

A fleeting question at first until he really started to take notice of your figure. Plush thighs and a soft stomach, a cute full face, and doe eyes, those features all serving to make his cock as hard as diamond as you became the face in his imagination when he jerked off at night.

Now that you two were dating, however...he no longer had to imagine or wonder.

He simply had to fuck you right and press the right buttons in order to get you to make the sounds that he desperately wanted to hear.

"Fuck Y/N..." Shane moaned as his grip tightened upon your ass, both fucking you faster and trying to control your squirming through your overstimulation. "Always knew that quiet shit was a fucking farce, you just needed to get fucked right, yeah? Cute lil' slut."

When you turned your head to look behind you with teary eyes, he sucked in a breath as a smirk came onto his lips. He'd take that as a 'yes' to his answer. "Fuuckkk...I'm right aren't I?" He said.

"Seems like I'm finally lucky in this town, eh? Cute farmer begging for the local drunk's dick. Bet this is why you started talking to me in the first place."

"N-No...." You said with a dumb smile coming onto your lips after. "O-Only you..."

"Eh? You only talked to me for me?" He leaned down as he said that, hiding his pinkening cheeks via tucking his face into your neck, excusing his actions by sucking hickeys onto your skin. "Cute."

"Almost makin' me want to go easy your ass." Immediately, he contradicted his words as his thrusts sped up. His groans and grunts began to shift into quick yet deep gasps as he felt his orgasm approaching. "...Not that I will, we still have allll night~"

Bonus! Mr. Qi

He's very playful when you let out a noise you or him didn't think you were capable of making.

He'll tease you and question why you didn't make such a sound earlier. The quiet and sweet farmer? Not making a sound, even though he didn't fully believe that himself, he wouldn't deny that he was in the process of doing so seeing as it really seemed that way from your past sexual encounters!

But, when his cock finally pressed against the right spot against your twitching walls?

He definitely wasn't going to let you live that down, he's talking your ear off the entire time as you're losing your voice over his dick.

♡ - "Ohoho...care to make that noise again farmer~?"

Of all the explorations he's been on all the secrets and mysteries he's unraveled within this valley and beyond...his favorite and most enjoyable journey has been with you. Even when you first arrived to the valley, talk of the late farmer's quiet grandchild spreading like wildfire, he was interested in you!

You challenged yourself and had morals he could get behind.

He didn't even realize he was taking a more...intimate interest in you until you happened upon him one day and he saw you in the flesh for the first time, your cute body and shy demeanor captivating him similarly to a drug.

And now...now that he has you underneath him, pressing your hands against his chest in an attempt to ground yourself as his cock rubbed deliciously against your walls. He was most definitely hooked, even more so now that he has unraveled yet another mystery.

The mystery of whether or not you were capable of being loud in bed or not.

Qi pressed a kiss to your cheek as he pressed your legs further down, your knees nearly touching your ears as the blue-skinned man fucked you in a tight mating press. "I knew there had to be something lewd under that delicate appearance you tried to maintain," He whispered in your ear, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"Though, not very fair of you farmer to keep it hidden away from me for so long!" He chuckled when you cracked open your eyes, your vision dazed and blurry from your tears as you heard nothing but white noise in your ears.

Not that he minded much, he'd have all the time in the world to recount your cute voice to you later...

[lilith-sins-story]

My Knight & Hero

I was standing at attention as my Lord welcomed his guests. He always loved to host all sorts of parties for heroes and knights and adventurers of all kinds. He said it was good for business or something. I really didn't understand it but I don't think I'm supposed to.

I'm just a maid.

I went out wearing my typical black and white maid gown and gloves. It's all I wore, as the Master liked for my body to be on full display for his guests. I wasn't sure why they would care, but I did as he commanded me to do so.

I walked around the festivities serving drinks and snacks. On occasion my Master would smack my ass or grope my boobs. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'm actually surprised he never mounted me, he often did which made serving the guests more difficult.

As I served the guests I bumped into a large warrior. "Oh sorry" I quickly apologized, looking up to see a mighty orc. He was easily over six feet tall with large tusks with a deep green skin, his formidable muscle bulging through his tight fur outfit.

I blushed and quickly moved away.

Later on that same night I was serving drinks when he called me over. "What's your name little elf?" He asked his voice deep like the sea.

"Oh um, Laura" I replied. He nodded as he took a mug of beer. "Mine is Grog, do you work here?"

I tilted my head a little confused. "I serve my Master, I am his servant and maid. I clean and take care of him and his guests." Grog nodded his head listening politely. "Do you like serving him?"

I bit my lips, I didn't want to admit I would prefer a nicer Master...

Just then my Master came barreling through sounding drunk as he slurred his words. "Grog! Found a pretty elf thing ain't ya" he remarked before loudly smacking my ass. I yelped as his hand made my ass sting.

Grog frowned as he looked from my Master to me and then back to him. "She seems nice" Grog responded as he took a sip of his beer.

"Nice!? She's a proper slut, like all em little fucking elves" Master proclaimed swinging his hand back and hitting my cheek. It caught me of guard and I fell over, dropping the drinks I was holding.

"Pretty useless at time too!" He snarled before kicking my sides. I doubled over in pain trying not to cry and instead pick myself back up.

"Are you ok?" Grog asked as he held out his hand for me. I took his hand and stood back up. "Yessir, Master is being extra gentle today" I smiled. It was true, normally I'd have a lot more bruises by now!

Grog frowned however and turned to face my Master. "Since she is so useless to you, how about I buy her?"

My Master shrugged and plopped down on a chair. "Sure what good is an elf like that anyways? You hear that girly! Big Grog over here wants to break your little body himself!" Master laughed as Grog frowned.

"I'll send you the gold later, come now Laura, let us get going" Grog said as he walked away. I quickly followed along feeling rather nervous. So Grog is my new Master?

We reached his home, a small cottage in the middle of the woods. I looked around and noticed there was only 1 bed. Ah well luckily the floor looked rather clean.

Grog stripped down and sat on the edge of his bed, his cock hanging of the edge. It was easily 10 inches and not even fully erect!

"Shall I tend to you Master?"

Grog looked over at me and chuckled "do not call me Master. My name is Grog. In any case I bought you by law but I don't intend to really own you. You are free to do whatever you please."

I frowned and tilted my head to the side. Free? All I had ever known was servitude, just like my mother and her mother.

I took a step forward and looked down at Grog's cock. I bit my lips before looking back up at him. "And if I want to tend to you? If that would make me happy?"

Grog chuckled again "then you may."

I took another step forward, placing my hand around his cock. It was strong and meaty, nothing like my Lord who's only claim to size and strength was his wealth.

I leaned in and closed my eyes, using my tongue to taste every inch of him. I felt his cock twitch and begin to grow. I opened my eyes to watch it dwarf my face, my own excitement growing.

"May I..."

I began to ask sheepishly.

"I'll help you with that" Grog said grabbing me by the waist and easily picking me up. I giggled, feeling how strong this might warrior was. He lowered me down onto him. His cock stretching me out and causing my eyes to flutter as I screamed out.

He brought me all the way down and my legs trembled and shook. I was now fully impaled by this mighty warrior. His cock bulging through my petite body as my back arched out.

"You are admittedly very cute" Grog commented, holding my boobs with his big hands. "Mmmfmmm aaaaaa" I muttered out unable to form words at the moment.

My head was leaning back and a line of drool running down the side of my mouth as my arms hung limply to my sides. "Do you feel good?" Grog asked, and I nodded my head moaning out some nonsense or another.

Grog chuckled, grabbing me easily with on hand and moving me up and down. Using me like a fleshlight for his mighty cock. I moaned and screamed with every movement, my legs shaking as I smiled like never before.

Grog pulled off my skimpy maid outfit, tossing it aside and watching my boobs swaying as he used me. "Mmmm I've never had someone so tight before" he grunted and groaned.

He started moving me faster and faster, his cock pushing straight into my womb as he stuffed me. My toes curled as my screams filled his cabin.

I couldn't hold it in, I could hold it back!

I start squirming and shaking in place, orgasming hard for my new Orc Master.

Grog pushed me all the way down as he began to cum. His cock pumping massive amounts of cum into my little body. My stomach swelled up as I screamed out, my eyes rolling back in absolute and almost feral pleasure.

Grog held me in place until he was done, then slowly pulled me off. His cum leaking out of me and running down my twitching legs.

"Come here you little cutie" the mighty warrior chuckled as he brough me to his side. He laid me down on his bed and laid next to me. His mighty arm wrapped around my tiny body as I hugged it closely. We slept cuddled in each others arms.

I had never slept so peacefully before.

[megalony]

This Is Fate- Part 6

I'm so happy to be posting the next part of my Dark! Evan Buckley series, thank you for all the amazing feedback.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Summary: Eddie is surprised when his little sister comes to LA, pregnant, and asks to stay with him. She needs a fresh start away from her ex, but things take a bad turn when she finds out her ex works with her brother. And he won't let her go so easily.

Enjoy.

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With his bag shrugged on his shoulder, Eddie trudged across the car park towards the main entrance of the station.

He could hear the same mantra he had been telling himself all night, going round and round in his head like a broken record.

Don't start a fight. Don't let him get to you. Play nice, for everyone's sake.

Those words circulated around Eddie's head like it was the only thing he could understand. He couldn't start a fight with Evan at work. He couldn't let anything Evan might say get a rise out of him or gain a reaction. Eddie had to be the bigger person and play it safe.

He didn't want the rest of the team finding out that Evan was the baby's father. If the team knew, they would try and push Eddie and Evan closer together and make them seem like brothers. Like before. Before this mess got in the way. And Eddie didn't want to be anywhere near Evan. If the team knew, it would be worse for (Y/n). They would try and see her around Evan or he would try and get closer to her, like the leech he was starting to become.

If no one knew, Eddie could handle this situation himself. He could either help Evan to be himself again, to be calm and considerate around (Y/n) rather than overbearing and controlling. Or he would have to do something like involving the police in order to keep his sister and niece safe.

Everything was going to be easier if the team were none the wiser to what was happening.

Eddie took a deep breath as he walked into the station, preparing himself for whatever mood Evan was going to be in. He had no idea whether his former friend was going to be cool and brisk or if he would try and cosy up to Eddie and act like they were still the best of friends.

He was a little taken back to find Evan was already here. Eddie was early, which meant that Evan was even earlier.

Evan was stood between the truck and the ambulance, a tender smile on his face and his arms folded over his chest as he stood with the team. But what caught Eddie's attention was the fact that Evan had his uniform on, but his bag was slung over his shoulder and remnants of grime and dirt were stuck to his face.

How long had be been here? Had he already started his shift? Why did he look like he had been here for hours?

Eddie didn't miss the way that Evan shivered when he caught sight of him. Was he finally starting to relent and give in? Was he finally realising that Eddie would go to the ends of the Earth to keep him away from his sister? If Evan was starting to get nervous around him then Eddie knew he was doing his job and that things might finally go in his and (Y/n)'s favour, for once.

He tried not to hurry his steps as he approached the rest of the team, but Eddie found himself frowning.

Evan stepped away from him. The taller man pulled his shoulders in and adverted his gaze down to the floor like he was ashamed or suddenly fearful over Eddie. He gripped his bag tighter on his shoulder and stood that little bit closer to Hen who had her hand on his arm and a comforting smile on her face.

"I'd better head home, I- I'll catch you all later." Evan rubbed the heel of his boot into the floor like he was digging a hole and he continued to avoid Eddie's confused gaze.

There was a light blush dusting his face when Evan looked over at Hen and smiled softly at her as she squeezed his arm.

"We're all happy for you, Buck." It was clear Hen's words were referring to whatever conversation they'd been having before Eddie turned up. Leaving Eddie stood in the dark, totally confused as to what was going on and the topic that they had been talking about which had clearly become stilted upon his arrival.

Evan nodded, patted her hand and walked away from her and Chimney as the three of them had been stood chatting for a while now before Eddie turned up. When he went to walk away, Eddie reached out and tried to grab his arm.

His touch wasn't cold or malicious like it had been before and he wasn't about to yank him back or start a fight here. He just wanted to know where Evan was going. He should have been on shift the same as Eddie today and although Eddie hadn't been best pleased about having to be civil, he preferred having Evan right where he could see him. As long as their shifts aligned, it meant Eddie would watch him at all times and then be with (Y/n) so there was no danger of Evan getting to her and doing anything he shouldn't.

But the moment Eddie softly held Evan's upper arm, the taller man shuddered and stepped back. He was quick to wrench his arm out of Eddie's grasp as if he had been scolded by him and he actually flinched.

A bewildered look passed over Eddie's face like an oncoming storm and he frowned in utter confusion.

"Buck, what th-"

"Have a good shift, guys." Evan dipped his head, visibly quaking as he stepped away from Eddie and proceeded to hurry out the station.

What was going on? What had Eddie missed?

Eddie twisted to look at his other teammates, but he was surprised to find Chimney had already walked away and was heading up towards the kitchen. He hadn't even said hello to Eddie, he hadn't said one word or even looked at him and he was walking away. And when he looked across at Hen, unease written plainly on his features, he frowned.

She walked past him with a stoic expression and her chin tilted up like she wasn't going to give him the time of day. What had he done to get the cold shoulder?

Their last shift had been fine, they had all been laughing so much Eddie almost pulled a muscle. That had been a good shift because Evan had to hang back at the station while the rest of them went out on the majority of the calls. Eddie didn't have to deal with him and they had all been having a laugh. It had been calming. So what had changed since then?

"Eddie, a word in my office please?"

The sight of Bobby made a momentary feeling of ease wash over Eddie, right until he looked at his Captain. Bobby looked uneasy. Clearly something had happened this morning and Eddie needed filling in on the situation.

He nodded, dumping his bag on the bench beside him before he followed Bobby down the long corridor towards his office. There was something in Bobby's voice that made Eddie feel like he was heading to the principal's office, about to get told off.

Why did he have a sudden feeling that this had something to do with Evan?

He shut the door behind him and moved to sit down opposite Bobby's desk. His eagle eyes watching his Captain sit down. Bobby looked perplexed. He was sat up straight in his chair and both hands were fiddling around with the papers on his desk like he didn't know what to do with himself.

"Where's Buck gone, the shift's just started." Eddie looked down at his watch, just to make sure that he hadn't overslept or that his watch wasn't late. But he was early like he always was to shift, which meant Evan had to of been here for a while. He had changed his shift or swapped with someone.

"He's done an early shift, I've modified the rota because he wanted a few shift changes."

"Okay… why am I here, what's going on?"

Whatever this was, Eddie didn't like it. He could see in Bobby's expression that he was uncomfortable and he didn't want to be having whatever conversation this was about to become. Something had definitely happened while Eddie had been off for the last three days. He had missed something important, he could feel it.

He leaned his elbows on the armrests and clasped his hands together in front of him, trying not to sit too straight or slouch down in case it gave the wrong impression. Although he wasn't sure what kind of impression he should be giving when he had no idea what was going on.

Bobby danced his eyes around the desk, planting both palms down against the cold wood before he looked over at Eddie. "Buck came to talk to me yesterday, he's worried about you, Eddie."

"About me?" Well that wasn't right for a start. There was no reason Evan would be worried about him. They had been arguing, Evan was entirely in the wrong. The only thing he should be worried about was whether or not Eddie was going to stand in his way and stop him from seeing (Y/n) and his daughter.

But that was a personal matter, nothing to do with work or Bobby or the station.

"I'll be honest with you Eddie, he's shown me the texts, and I heard about the argument at (Y/n)'s scan last week. Buck's worried this might cause problems at work and frankly, so am I."

What the Hell was Buck up to?!

Why had he been talking to Bobby about this? Why had he shown Bobby their messages? If Bobby scrolled back far enough he would see all the crazy shit Evan had said when Eddie riled him up last week. He had said all sorts. He loved (Y/n), he wasn't letting her go. She wasn't taking his daughter who was his and his alone. No one would stop him from seeing them both or being with (Y/n).

The amount of things Evan had said were more worrying than Eddie telling him to calm down or stay away from (Y/n). Why weren't they talking about that instead of what Eddie had said in anger and truth? It seemed like Evan couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it.

"Bobby, you don't understand-"

"I know he's in a relationship with (Y/n), he's been very open about that, and about how you're protective over her which is okay. But I can't have this causing problems with the pair of you at work. Buck asked for a pattern change and I've agreed and set it in place, but I don't want anymore problems occurring."

Eddie could feel his heart stuttering in his chest, forgetting what pace it was supposed to be working at, causing his body to shake and his chest to seize up. Each heartbeat thumped against his ribs and caused a horrid jolt to course through his veins.

He scratched his hands up and down his thighs and tilted his head down so he could focus on looking at the frays in the knees of his jeans and count every breath he took.

This wasn't right. This wasn't fair. Evan was twisting this to his advantage, he couldn't do this!

"What about him? Bobby this isn't just me fucking around, Buck's done some shit too."

"That may be, but you're the one sending threatening messages to him Eddie. You pushed him in front of witnesses at the hospital and you've been calling him non stop and telling him to stay away from (Y/n), which isn't your choice. He's very worried about you, and so am I because if this continues I'll have to give you a warning or go to senior management."

Oh no.

No, no no, he can't be doing this!

Evan had jumped the gun. He had gotten the head start on Eddie. He had set this up from the very beginning, he knew exactly what he was doing and how to cheat the system.

He was starting the lies that Eddie was the one with the anger problem, that Eddie was the one instigating the trouble. If Evan went down this path, if he told Bobby first and tried to get evidence to prove his point, then Eddie would be stuck.

He was stuck. Eddie couldn't go to Bobby in confidence and explain that Evan was (Y/n)'s stalker. He couldn't tell Bobby that Evan had frightened (Y/n), followed her, controlled her and was still trying to bend her to his will. Anything Eddie tried to say from this point onwards would look like he was going after Evan, that he was persecuting him for being with (Y/n).

The truth wouldn't matter because Evan had set the stage. He had told Bobby and he had clearly told the team something too in order to turn them against Eddie. They would think Eddie was being the protective big brother, that he was spiting Evan for being with his sister.

They weren't going to believe Eddie because Evan was playing the victim and anything he said was going to take precident over whatever accusations Eddie started.

If Eddie wanted to tell the truth, he was going to have to find all the texts, he was going to make to get (Y/n) to talk to Bobby or to the police as well so Evan wouldn't have any other lies to tell.

Evan had made himself the victim.

"Fine. I'd rather not work with him anyway." His hands slammed down on the arms of the chair and he moved to stand up, but he paused when Bobby stood up too.

He wasn't going to argue. He wasn't going to sit here and be told he was being threatening and evasive and picking on his former friend, when Evan was the one to blame. Evan had set this up like an insurance policy to keep himself safe and make sure he got his clutches onto (Y/n). Well Eddie wasn't going to play the game.

This was why Evan had run off like a skittish animal out of the station, he was playing the sympathy game. Pretending he was worried about being around Eddie, acting as if Eddie might tackle him so the team felt sorry for him.

"Eddie, this is serious."

"So reprimand me."

"I'm not doing this to persecute you, this is just a chat, no warnings or written warnings or anything like that. But I have to talk to you because if this is going to be a problem, if this behaviour happens at work you'll have to be on opposite shifts and I'll have to give you a warning."

"What is it you think I've done?" The way his upper lip curled made Bobby sigh. "I didn't punch him or start a fight, Bobby. He was out of line at the hospital so I pushed him away from (Y/n). That's it and that had nothing to do with work, if he can grow up then I can be professional."

It hadn't been a fight, Evan was twisting this to make himself the vulnerable, persecuted victim.

After (Y/n)'s scan, Evan had attached himself to her like a leech and he tried to tell her she could go home with him, again. Eddie wasn't having any of it and so he pushed Evan back. That was all he did, he didn't punch him or shout at him or cause a scene in the waiting room. He pushed him and walked out with (Y/n) before Evan could follow after them.

He should of hit him. At least that might have gotten the message through Evan's skull and made him realise he was playing with fire.

"You both need to sort this out between you because I won't have this affecting your work."

What would of happened if Eddie had come to Bobby first? What would Bobby have done if he learned the truth? Would he have talked to (Y/n), reassured her he would watch Evan and make sure he didn't spread anymore lies or try and get close to her? Would Bobby have taken their side?

Maybe Evan would have a note on his file by now that he was acting out and was becoming a danger. Maybe he would have been talked to by higher management. Maybe Athena would have gotten involved.

If the team could see this through (Y/n)'s eyes, if they could see why Eddie was trying to protect her, maybe they would agree. Maybe they would shun Evan instead of Eddie and do whatever they could to make him stop, to make him act properly and go about this in the right way.

Eddie would never know how the team would react, because the damage had already been done. By Evan. Again.

"Eddie, a piece of advice? Whatever the problem is here, you can't change the fact that Buck and (Y/n) are having a kid together. He's going to be in your life and you both have to find out how to work with this. Avoiding each other isn't going to work forever."

With a huff, Eddie walked out and slammed the door behind him, relishing in the way the wall shuddered at his force and his presence. He could feel his hands balling up into fists at his sides. All he was doing was trying to protect his family, and he was about to get reprimanded for it.

No, avoiding each other wasn't going to work forever. But Eddie wasn't going to let Evan have his own way and set the rules. He would keep his sister safe from Evan's clutches, in any way he could.

***

A headache began to form behind (Y/n)'s eyes when she blearily looked around the living room.

She had fallen asleep.

It was getting harder and harder for (Y/n) to manage some sleep nowadays, she spent most nights tossing and turning or just staring up at the ceiling, waiting in vain for her mind to get so tired it shut itself down.

She wasn't used to taking naps during the day, but she was relieved she had managed to doze off for a while. It would do her some good to get some sleep, and it would help the baby too. (Y/n) knew all the worry recently wasn't doing her any good, it was making her feel ill and making her sluggish at work. A bit of rest might make her feel better.

It took some effort to push up from the cushion she had been dozing on and sit upright on the sofa. She heaved her legs back down so her feet were touching the floor and ran her fingers through her hair, moving it so it didn't look as if she had just been dragged through a hedge.

It dawned on her why she had suddenly woken up from her nap she didn't remember taking. She could hear an engine revving outside.

Chris was home.

Pushing up from the sofa, she clicked her spine into place and moved her hand to cradle her stomach.

Evan had brought him home. Despite Eddie vowing not to let Evan near Chris or (Y/n), he had given in when he realised not seeing Evan was going to crush his son. Chris had asked when he could see Evan next and he was still anxious about not wanting (Y/n) to leave. If he suddenly stopped seeing the one other person he relied on, he would know something was wrong.

Eddie had set the rules in place. Evan could take him out to the cinema today and go for a drive, but Chris had to be home for tea time. Evan couldn't come in, he couldn't try any tricks or make (Y/n) uncomfortable or say anything that would unsettle Chris.

He knew Chris would be safe with Evan. The possessive side was only there for (Y/n) and it would only flare up around her or the baby, it wouldn't extend to Chris. Unless Evan was parted from him too. Keeping contact was best for the pair of them and Eddie was willing to let it continue because he knew Evan hadn't done anything to worry or upset Chris like he had done with (Y/n).

Moving her hand to the armchair, (Y/n) used it as leverage and pushed herself into the hall. She padded barefoot towards the front door but she took a step back when it swung open and Chris came trotting in, as usual.

Her lips curved into a smile as he kicked off his shoes and hung up his bag and she felt her heart bubbling up when he set his sights on her and grinned. But (Y/n) could feel her smile quivering, desperate to fall into a frown when she realised who else was in the doorway.

Chris had his hand tightly enveloped in Evan's and he pulled Evan inside as if he was a dog on a leash.

Evan kicked the door shut behind him and shrugged out of his shoes, the usual habit when he came over. He knew things would change, he had never felt like a guest in the Diaz household, but now he was going to be an unwelcomed visitor.

It was a good thing Evan knew Eddie wasn't home and that Chris wanted him here. The ten year old had practically dragged him in without asking, simply presuming Evan would come in for a while like he usually did, and Evan was more than willing to come in because he knew (Y/n) was home.

Without Eddie here to guard her, Evan could be as close to her as he liked without consequence.

"Hi baby," (Y/n) watched as Chris finally let go of Evan's hand so he could barrell over to (Y/n) and bind his arms around her waist. He glued himself to her front, trying to be mindful of her bump that was now in the way and he giggled when she leaned down to kiss his hair. Ruffling his curls in the process, which made him squeeze her tighter.

(Y/n) was rather relieved that Evan had stuck to the agreement. She knew Eddie had been worried that he might try and take liberties. That he would keep Chris out later than he was told or take him back to his place or just do something to push the boundaries that he shouldn't.

But Eddie had been firm, and he had been less than kind when he had a quiet word with Evan after work.

He didn't care what lies Evan told to the team, but he explained that Evan couldn't get away with anything. If he took liberties with Chris, then Eddie would make sure Evan wouldn't get close to his daughter once she was born.

The threat had been enough to rattle Evan's cage and make him agree to any terms placed in front of him.

"Did you two have fun?" (Y/n) ran her fingers through Chris's hair as he continued to hug her, sticking to her side like they were now permanently glued together.

She tried not to, but she couldn't help but dance her eyes over to Evan. He had taken his shoes off. He had shut the door behind him. He wasn't intending on leaving yet. He had been told to drop Chris off and go, whenever he did that he would usually sit in the jeep and wait until Chris got inside, then he would drive off. Clearly when Chris had asked him if he was coming in, Evan took the invitation without a second thought.

She could feel her heart jumping into her throat when Evan grinned at her. He looked so casual, stood there with his hip leaning against the side table and one hand on his hip.

And (Y/n) didn't miss the way that Evan's eyes dragged up and down her frame, lingering in many places, as long as he liked because they both knew no one else was home. No one was going to tell him to back off. If he got closer, (Y/n) wouldn't have the nerve to tell him to move because Chris was here and she couldn't upset him.

"Yeah, he loved the film." Evan's voice was silky smooth and he reached up to drag his hand across his freshly shaved jaw in that manner which hid his smirk behind his hand.

"You didn't tell me!"

"Tell you what, baby?" Tilting her head to one side, (Y/n) narrowed her eyes as a quizzical smile played on her lips.

What hadn't she told Chris? Had she forgotten to mention something, about the movie perhaps? It had to be something good because she could feel her nephew vibrating against her, practically bouncing up and down like he was about to explode.

"That you and uncle Buck are having a baby! That means he's really gonna be my uncle now, right?"

A cold shiver cast down (Y/n)'s spine as dread started to pool in her stomach where the baby was livening up.

He hadn't?

He had. One look at that devilish smirk on Evan's face told (Y/n) he had gone and done something she wished he hadn't. He had made things ten times worse, just to play the game to his advantage.

He had told Chris the baby was his.

Evan had cemented himself in the family and made sure nothing could happen without him knowing. By telling Chris, he was affirming himself and his place in (Y/n)'s life. If Chris knew, he wouldn't let this go. He would let Evan in all the time, he would call him his uncle, he would love that his two favourite people were seemingly in a relationship and having a baby.

If (Y/n) even thought about leaving again, Chris would undoubtedly let anything slip to Evan. He would be his eyes and ears when (Y/n) wasn't in his sights.

This was Evan's way of making sure he was in his daughter's life. They couldn't keep him away without horridly distressing Chris, and neither Eddie nor (Y/n) would want to do that unless strictly necessary. They would have to let Evvan be involved with his child, they would have to let him hang around and take Chris out and be close to (Y/n). They didn't have a choice anymore.

Chris would tell the team, he would tell his friends, he would tell anyone and everyone that Evan and (Y/n) were in a relationship. This worked everything entirely to Evan's advantage.

(Y/n) fought back a shiver when Evan walked over to them. She stiffened when his arm curved around her waist so his hand rested on her lower back, and she stayed completely motionless when he pressed a deep kiss to her temple.

"It sure does, buddy."

He had officially integrated himself and rooted (Y/n) here. She couldn't go anywhere or leave with the baby without causing a fight with Evan and making waves through their whole friendship group.

"L- let's start dinner." (Y/n) shakily squeezed Chris in another little hug before she detached herself from him.

She glanced up at Evan as she pulled out of his arms and the silent debate between them was won when Chris waved Evan to follow. Muttering a soft "You staying?" Which sounded more like a command than a question.

"How could I refuse?"

They both knew why he was staying. Eddie was on the late shift, he wouldn't be home until roughly eight o'clock tonight. There was three hours to play with. Three whole hours where Evan could be in his girl's company and wrap himself around her and kiss her and talk to her freely without having to look over his shoulder or hold himself back to please Eddie.

Without him here, Evan felt like he had had the shackles taken off his wrists and he was a free man. He had been released from his prison that had restrained him to the point of insanity. Not being able to hold his girl drove him mad. Not being able to reach out for her stomach and feel his baby wriggling had him on the verge of tears.

Not talking to her or holding her close or pinning her beneath him had him in a state of desperation Evan had never felt before. (Y/n) felt the pair of them following after her as she headed into the kitchen and washed her hands. She had prepared most of the food earlier, all she had to do was put everything on the stove and cook the mince.

She forced herself to smile and handed the pan of chopped vegetables over to Chris so he could put them on the stove.

"Does this… does this mean you'll move out? You'll live with uncle Buck now?" Chris divided his attention between them, looking from one to the other as (Y/n) stood near the sink and Evan stood behind him.

Evan placed one hand on the counter and the other on Chris's shoulder so he could lean down and kiss the top of his head. Chris was unknowingly doing all the work here for him. If (Y/n) said yes, she wouldn't be able to back out. If she said no, she would have to explain to Chris why, and make the situation more complicated.

"I- I suppose… I don't think that cot will fit in my room here, do you?" (Y/n) wasn't trapping herself in this conversation. She would make light of it. After all, Chris knew she had been looking at flats. She could always tell him that once she got her own flat, that she and Evan were going to co-parent together but didn't have to live together.

But she knew she couldn't stay here forever, no matter how badly she wanted to. She needed a place of her own, for her and the baby. She couldn't stay here with Chris and Eddie and she could hardly stay in that room and squash a cot in there with her.

Eddie had gone out with her to get a few things, considering (Y/n) had barely anything ready for the baby. She had put it off long enough, so now she had bought a crib and stroller and some clothes, just a few essentials.

"We'll have to get sorted soon, she'll be here before we know it."

Evan's words rung true and (Y/n) tried not to pull away or make any sudden movements when Evan shuffled to stand beside her. The affection in his voice had her eyes welling over with tears.

She did her best to stop her hands from shaking as she put the mince on the stove and started to stir the pan. Her eyes intently focused on the cooking while Chris watched intently, and she felt Evan's presence at her side more than ever.

Especially when she felt his hand drag across her stomach. She stayed still, letting Evan trail his fingertips along her bump, clearly waiting for a kick or some sign that their daughter was awake. (Y/n) didn't like to stop him because she knew Evan wasn't trying to play games, he was with his words, but not these kind of touches. He wanted to feel a kick, he wanted to feel her move and feel involved. (Y/n) didn't have the heart to stop him.

"So, you've got a few things ready for her, then?"

"Hm?" (Y/n) dragged her gaze away from Evan's hand that didn't leave her stomach and looked up at him, confusion glazing over in her eyes until she realised what he meant. "Oh, yeah, not much. Cot, carrier, pram, that's it I think. There's still heaps more to do."

Her attention shifted back to the cooking, but she could feel her mind drifting away and trying so hard to concentrate on Evan's movements.

The way he shifted to stand behind her like he was pinning her in between the cooker and himself. The way his chest pressed down against her back when he leaned over her shoulder. And how his left hand curved over her hip while his right hand continuted to feather across her stomach so softly she felt like she was imagining the touch.

"I'll take you next week, to get whatever else we need." His lips pressed against the side of her temple and he nudged his nose into her hairline, staying there for a few seconds. She could feel his even breaths fanning against her skin and she didn't mistake the way his arms tightened around her like he was caging her in.

She wanted to refuse. She wanted to say no, but how could she? This was his baby too. (Y/n) would feel cruel going out and getting everything without so much as consulting Evan on a few things. She wasn't doing this alone no matter how she had tried in the beginning. Doing this alone had mainly consisted of acting like she wasn't pregnant to begin with.

"Can I come with you? I can find her some Disney stuff." The excitement in Chris's voice was hard to resist and he planted his hands down on the counter as he began swaying from his heels to his toes.

"Sure buddy. She's definitely gonna be a Disney princess."

(Y/n) found herself nodding when Chris looked up at her. At least if Chris went with them, (Y/n) would feel moderately safe and at ease. Evan would never do anything inappropriate in front of Chris, and he would have to watch what he said because they all knew Chris retained information like an encyclopaedia.

If he tagged along with them, Evan couldn't be too touchy-feely with (Y/n) and if she asked him to take her home, he couldn't just disagree and take her to his place, something he had done before in the past.

And it would stop (Y/n) from overly panicking if someone went with her to buy the things she needed for the baby. Even if that did happen to be Evan. It wouldn't feel so daunting with the pair of them going with her.

"Okay, why don't you go set up a game to beat Buck before dinner, hm?" She dragged her fingers through Chris's curls and ticked her head in the direction of the doorway.

Chris didn't have to stay and help, he could go and play a game and (Y/n) knew he would want Evan to play a game or two with him. At least if they played before dinner, (Y/n) wouldn't have to argue with them both to get Evan out of the house. If they played after dinner, Evan might never leave. And he certainly couldn't be here when Eddie came home.

"I'll be there in a minute," Evan muttered softly, patting Chris's shoulder before he was hurrying out of the room to find a suitable game for them to play.

When he turned back in her direction, Evan tilted his head to one side and moved so his front was facing her. He loved the nervous smile he could see on (Y/n)'s face like she didn't know what to do with herself or how to look art him. He loved the way she shivered when she looked up at him and when he stepped closer, she had nowhere to move.

Her hips pressed back into the counter that her hands reached behind her to grab so she could keep herself steady. She didn't seem to know what to do when Evan moved to stand between her legs, pressing his abdomen into her bump and clamping his hands down on the counter either side of her.

"We need to think of a name, for her." Evan cast his eyes down before he looked back up at (Y/n), darting his tongue out to trace across his lips like a predator sizing up its meal.

(Y/n) tilted her head back, trying to breathe properly but she couldn't with how close Evan was to her. He was caging her in, pinning her into the counter and engulfing her like he always did, caging her in. Letting her know she was his. They were both his.

She heard Evan murmur "Something beautiful," but she could barely hear his voice over the pounding of her heart when his hands left the counter and moved to hold her hips instead.

His fingers dug into her hips and (Y/n) shivered when Evan tilted his temple down into hers. The look in his eyes was like a burning intensity. He hadn't been this close to her in a while. At the scan last week he had kissed her, but those touches had been fleeting. He couldn't display too much PDA and make the midwife uncomfortable, and the after Eddie caught him, he couldn't get within ten feet of (Y/n).

But now, he had no one to stop him and no one to try and act civil around. He was doing what he could when he could, and the way he held her made (Y/n) feel like he was a starved man being shown a feast.

"Bonnie." The name rolled off (Y/n)'s lips in a quiet whisper and her trembling hands began tapping the counter, unsure what to do with herself.

At least with Chris in the living room, there was no chance of Evan trying anything too seductive or carrying her to the bedroom like he had done a few months ago. He could only do so much with their nephew being in the next room and still within earshot of them.

She liked that name. It was cute, it was a name that meant beautiful and it was one (Y/n) could see herself calling the little girl who would soon be in her arms. And when she saw Evan's lips stretch into a smile, she knew he liked it too.

"Bonnie Buckley." He grinned like the devil but the undertone in his voice spoke a thousand volumes. She was having his last name. Evan knew what Eddie would say. He would want her to have (Y/n)'s last name, he wouldn't want Evan having any rights or claims to her, but that wasn't happening.

Evan would do what he had to in order to make sure his girl had his last name, and he was going on the birth certificate whether Eddie liked it or not. He didn't care what he had to do or what charms he had to put on (Y/n) to bend her to his will. This was non-negotiable.

(Y/n) found herself nodding along to the name, but she choked on her breath when Evan's lips found hers and his hands slipped beneath her shirt. His lips were bruising, but his touch wasn't as forceful or as desperate as last week. He didn't have to rush and he didn't have to be tender or hold himself back. No one was here to watch or stop him.

He wasted no time sliding his tongue past her lips and taking the last of the oxygen she had stored in her lungs, leaving (Y/n) gasping against his lips.

It didn't bother him when her hands dug into his arms and when she tried to push him back, Evan just locked his frame and leant into her. His hands squeezed her tight into his embrace and when (Y/n) finally broke their lips apart, she twisted her head to the side.

He didn't like that. He didn't like her looking away from him. Why couldn't she just admit she wanted him half as much as he wanted her? Why couldn't she give in to his advances? He was starving from being away from her. She had to feel the same.

He moved one hand to grip her chin and twist her head back to face him, causing her eyes to widen and her plump lips to part. That was all he needed to dive down for another kiss.

"T-the-" (Y/n) tried to speak against his lips, but Evan only kissed her deeper. He seemed to understand though, when (Y/n) let go of his arm to waft her hand near the stove. The vegetables were fine, but the mince was going to burn.

Evan took care of that. He unlatched his hand from her chin and expertly turned off the gas, dumping the pan on the side so it wouldn't burn and the food would cool. He would cook it later, it could wait. It wouldn't take long to cook, and Evan was busy.

Shivers tore down to (Y/n)'s does and she felt like her arms were turning numb and cold when Evan wormed both hands beneath her shirt. He roamed his fingertips across her bump a few times, tickling her skin and feeling the way the baby wriggled and came to life at his touch. It made his lips smile against hers and the excitement thrilled him and made him sink his teeth down into (Y/n)'s lip, making her jump against him.

(Y/n) tried again to nudge Evan backwards because he had her pinned into a corner. Her lip felt bruised from both his kissing and the way he sank his teeth down into her lip with fever.

She managed to push him back two feet, but her hands quickly grabbed his shoulders to steady herself when Evan leaned down into her and knocked her off balance.

His lips left hers and dove down to attach to the side of her neck and (Y/n) squeaked when Evan hastily wormed his hands beneath the waistband of her leggings to hold her bum. His fingers dug into her flesh and he pulled her that little bit closer until there was no space between them and every ridge and curve was pressed into him.

"Evan- Evan no." (Y/n) twisted from side to side, but it did nothing to deter the man in front of her that seemed like an animal unleashed.

She could feel him chuckling into her throat, grazing his teeth along her skin and biting hickeys into her neck every now and then as he roamed around every part of her skin he could find. He was exploring her like he was charting a map out of her.

"Why? Big brother isn't here to stop me. Don't you want me, baby?" That tone of voice had (Y/n)'s knees quivering. That was the voice he used when he wanted something.

That was the tone Evan used when he asked her if she was seeing someone from work. It was the voice he used to ask her who she was texting or where she had been after work. And it was the voice he used to butter her up when he told her she was being silly for not believing him over someone else.

Evan knew how to twist every tone into something sugary and how to get his words just right so (Y/n) either felt like she was going against him or like she couldn't respond at all. She didn't want to upset him or make him angry. She would rather give in and go along with what he said, like always, than start a fight when she didn't have anyone here- like Eddie- to stand in her corner and fight with her.

"Chris… he-"

"He isn't watching. Let me hold my girls."

(Y/n) tightened her hands on his shoulders, but she didn't move. She didn't say anything. She let Evan continue tracing his lips along her neck and squeezing her flesh tighter and tighter until he was surely going to bruise her and leave hand indents in her skin.

When he found his way back to her lips and took them like ownership, (Y/n) didn't respond, but she didn't pull away either. He was holding her so tightly it almost hurt, but the yearning in his embrace was unmistakeable. He'd missed her. He wanted to hold her. He loved her and their baby, so much. Probably too much.

Evan smiled into the kiss and relented just a little, kissing her with more passion and a bit less fever than before. He was gentler when he glided his tongue across her lower lip and he let her take in a breath so she didn't go lightheaded. He loved the way all he had to do was lean forward and (Y/n) was tilting back in his arms, clinging to him tighter so she didn't fall. Just like he was holding her over the edge of a cliff and she was hanging onto him like he was her salvation.

He loved the way her stomach curved and moulded against his abdomen and let him feel the round of kicking their baby girl was giving out.

He loved how all he had to do was put on his voice and hold her and (Y/n) gave in.

"My girls," He murmured against her lips, feeling (Y/n) quiver and melt into his touch when he slithered one hand around the side of her thigh to the base of her stomach. The elastic of her leggings stayed tightly digging into his wrist, but all Evan could concentrate on was his fingers dancing across (Y/n)'s bump and the way it caused (Y/n) to shiver and twist in his arms.

And with Eddie still being at work for another two or three hours, it gave Evan plenty of time to work on (Y/n). She had already given in to Chris and told him she would be moving out. Evan was going to pull whatever tricks he had to so (Y/n) relented and moved in with him.

A gasp caught at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she tried not to let her knees buckle when Evan cooed "I love you, both of you." Into her mouth.

She knew anything she did was going to be inevitable now. Evan was going to get his own way; he always did.

He would feign ignorance. He would tell her it was for the best that she moved in with him. He would be on his best behaviour, he would win her over and make her tell Eddie that this was the only option. They would co-parent their baby together, they had to do this together.

Evan would agree to anything. He would let Eddie come round every day and check on him. He would let Eddie set as many rules as he wanted if it got Evan's girls living with him, where they belonged. Eddie couldn't refuse, not when everyone thought he and (Y/n) were a couple and Eddie could keep a check on them both. Maddie would be round to help (Y/n) anyway, she was going to be a sister to (Y/n).

Evan needed his sister to be on (Y/n)'s side, to care for her and help her so (Y/n) could lean on Maddie instead of Eddie. Maddie was on Evan's side, and Eddie was becoming a problem.

Eddie would give in. He wouldn't have a choice.

[waiting-for-motivation]

dark red

summary: No matter what, Max loves and supports his girlfriend like a golden retriever would love a black cat.

pairing: Max Verstappen x Goth!Reader

warnings: the sweetest and purest fluff

words: 1022

a/n: daniel will always be part of my formula one fics :) also big thank you to my lovely muse @graveyardcannibal <33

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The thing Max enjoys the most is staring at his beautiful girlfriend. No matter the time of the day, the light always seems to hit her at just the right angle. She could wear a trash bag and still look gorgeous in his eyes. Max really fell head over heels for her.

So it does not surprise (Y/n) at all to see his reflection in the mirror in front of her. He watches her precisely draw her eyeliner. Concentrating on the black lines is hard, when his blue eyes notice even her smallest movement.

“Get a hobby, creep“, she comments with a sarcastic undertone, still looking over her shoulder with a smile on her lips. While Max is already dressed, she still has to finish her make-up and put on the outfit, her boyfriend helped her pick out. Sometimes (Y/n) feels bad for him, keeping him waiting for her, but then she remembers how much he likes to gaze at her.

Max can only laugh at her words, leaning forward to take a closer look at all the brushes, powders and pencils. Although he watches his girl use them on a regular basis he has no clue what they are specifically for. Though one he knows: her dark red lipstick, which she is reaching for right now.

“No, wait before you put that on“, Max almost screams, caught off guard by his own forwardness. With a confused expression, (Y/n) turns towards her boyfriend, the lipstick in her right hand. The moment she opens her mouth to ask what has gotten into him, Max presses his lips to hers. This is explanation enough.

“You smooth bastard!“, (Y/n) exclaims after they part, keeping the intense eye contact with Max. He shows her a cheeky smile, then nods towards the mirror, encouraging her to finish her make-up. The lipstick is the final part. Max watches in awe as (Y/n) places a napkin between her lips to matten the dark color.

Then she turns towards her outfit that lies on the neatly made bed, right next to her boyfriend. (Y/n) gets dressed, so focused she does not notice Max standing up and cleaning up her make-up tools.

“You don‘t have to do that“, she murmurs as she turns around and catches Max inspecting her brushes. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, Max zips up her full cosmetic bag. He simply loves doing everything in his power for her, from smaller tasks to presenting her yet another corset.

"Need any help, schatje?", Max asks, setting the bag aside and reaching for his girl who is struggling to lace up her newest corset. With a huff, (Y/n) turns her back to him so that he can easily tighten the corset, careful not to strangulate her. After tying a bow, Max wraps his arms around his girl and starts kissing a trail from her ear to the collar of her shirt. One of her hands wanders to his fluffy golden hair.

"Don't start what you can't finish, Verstappen", (Y/n) warns her boyfriend, reminding him of today’s qualifying race and the job he has to do. At least, she will be with him on the paddock. For her, it will be the first time there, so she is rather excited and a bit anxious.

Together they leave their hotel room and drive to the racetrack. Again and again, Max throws a glance towards his girl on the passenger seat, actually so often that (Y/n) has to remind him to keep his eyes on the street. They quickly arrive and manage to get into the Red Bull garage without much attention from cameras or reporters.

"Remember you can always go into my driver room if it gets too much. I will find you as soon as possible afterward. Have some fun, schatje", Max tells (Y/n) with a concerned expression, even more nervous about her first day on the paddock than her. Her smile comfort his nerves, the sweet kiss following tells him she will be fine. Then he leaves to do some media stuff with his teammate.

Although the last few days, all (Y/n) could overthink about where the worst scenarios that could happen, the next few hours without Max are rather pleasant. Knowing a few of the drivers already because Max invited them to his home in Monaco, she has no problem in finding someone to talk to. Daniel is very delighted to see her, pulling her into a warm hug and forcing her to do a twirl for him, showing off her black outfit. She even meets some other girlfriends, which mostly compliment her on her make-up.

Before the qualifying race starts, someone from Red Bull escorts her back to the garage, claiming Max wants to see her before the start. There is a whole crowd of mechanics and strategists around him, so (Y/n) waits till he notices her, meanwhile touching up her lipstick.

Max is already sitting in his car, when he waves (Y/n) over with a bright smile. Someone presses his helmet into her hands which she gives to her boyfriend the moment she arrives at his car. He keeps it in his laps, gazing at the gorgeous girl above him. (Y/n) leans onto the car carefully, not wanting to cause a scratch or worse.

“There you are, schatje, wish me luck“, Max murmurs. His blue eyes glisten from not daring to blink. The giggle coming from (Y/n) causes his heart to flutter like a million butterflies. He smiles dreamily.

“Good luck, Maxie“, (Y/n) whispers as she presses a kiss to his cheek, aware of the cameras on them. Taking a step back and watching her boyfriend hide his handsome face under a balaclava and finally his helmet, she catches a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on his skin. She can only smile at this little incident.

Of course, the next day there are a lot of pictures circulating on the internet. Everyone can see the admiration in Max Verstappen‘s eyes as well as the red mark on his cheek, he wears like a medal of honor. He simply loves his girl with every fiber of his being.

[mc-lukanette]

"We're busy down here right now," Sabine said, "but you know the way. Don't worry, she's not contagious."

Luka nodded and headed past the bakery to go up the stairs. He would've gone to see Marinette even if she had been contagious, but it helped that he wouldn't have to get into a debate with anyone over how close he should or shouldn't be to her.

The house, for the most part, seemed as it always did, though he caught the scent of soup in the kitchen. There was a pot sitting in the sink, further confirming the idea, and he checked the fridge to see if there were any leftovers. He needed to know and memorize the contents while he was there, not knowing when Marinette had last eaten or if he'd have to make a trip to get something for her.

When he was satisfied, he closed the fridge and ascended the stairs, knocking on the trap door of sorts leading to her room so she'd know he was there.

"Marinette," he called, "Can I come in?"

There was some mumbling on the other side, but he understood it well enough to know it was the affirmative kind. He let himself in, spotting Marinette laying on the chaise lounge and covered by the blanket from her bed. It might've been better for her to be lying on the bed itself, but when he glanced at the hard stairs, hard floor, and factored that in with how out of it she must be, he understood.

Marinette blinked at him, squinting like he wasn't quite clear in her vision, then snuggled against the chaise lounge and let out a droning, "Heeeeey, Luka~"

"Hey." He smiled. She needed sleep, looked as sick as she sounded over the phone, but was just as beautiful to him as always. He crossed the room to sit on the floor near her, leaning against her sickbed and reaching out to stroke her forehead. "Are your eyes bothering you?"

"Mm-mm." She shook her head, then let out a tiny cough. "Was hard to see past the sparkles."

"The sparkles?" he echoed, concerned. "You're seeing stars?"

"No," she groaned, offended somehow. "You're always sparkly to me."

He shut his eyes, having just been punched in the stomach by pure affection. No matter how close he and Marinette were, he was occasionally caught off-guard when she'd say something so heartfelt.

"The feeling's mutual," he said when he found his voice again, idly brushing aside strands of her bangs that he'd worried might bother her. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Her voice dragged as she thought about it. "Nnnot really? Ate a bit ago and had a drink."

"When was a bit ago?" he asked, suspicious.

Her lips pressed together, not answering. Scrutinizing her expression, he only let the subject go when he determined that it was because she genuinely didn't know the time rather than trying to "not burden him." They were still working on that in their relationship and he'd been guilty of it himself at times, so he was lenient with her.

Pushing himself up just enough to lean over her, he pressed a kiss to her temple. She let out a tiny, pleased squeak at it that he swiftly committed to memory; he'd happily push aside a few of the more unimportant things that he'd remembered from inside her fridge to make room for that cute noise.

"Are you tired?" he wondered, figuring that was the other important thing to check. "I won't go anywhere if you want to sleep."

"Nu-uh." She paused. "Not nu-uh to you staying here. I'm not tired, just dying."

He snorted at the extra rasp she'd intentionally put into her voice at that last word, then moved to sit on the chaise lounge itself rather than the floor. "You're strong. You'll beat this easily."

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, letting out a long, tiny hum. "And you're going to stay right there?"

He didn't know what the emphasis was for, but nodded. "Yeah."

"Mm." To his surprise, she pouted and turned away, effectively keeping her back to him.

Had he done something wrong? "Marinette?"

"It's okay." She coughed, not sounding okay." I'm sick, so I'm probably pretty gross right now. Of course you wouldn't."

Luka racked his brain, trying to understand what she meant, and then he remembered: ever since they'd started dating, he would always offer her cuddles whenever she was in a bad mood, when he felt she needed it, or simply when he wanted to.

He eyed the thick blanket, uncertain, imagining their combined body heat trapped under it. "Wouldn't it be too warm with me and the blanket?"

Not missing a beat, she replied in a mumble, "I'd get rid of the blanket before you."

Her parents almost definitely wouldn't approve of a teenage boy sleeping next to their sick teenage daughter, but that wasn't going to stop him. He took off his shoes before standing up and lifting a corner of the blanket to get inside. Slipping himself underneath, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, relishing in the shuddering exhale that followed.

"Feeling better?" he asked with a knowing smile.

"Much~" She giggled, turning herself just enough to try and nuzzle him. "I was thinking it'd be the perfect practice."

"Practice?" He couldn't help his curiosity. "Practice for what?"

"Spooning!" It was the loudest she'd been since he got there. "We've never spooned before. It'll be important if we ever share a bed to practice."

He had no response to that, though the room suddenly felt warmer. He didn't get how one could practice spooning - weren't they simply doing it right then? - but he acknowledged to himself that it could've been Marinette being a little dazed from being sick.

What he couldn't get past, however, was that apparently she'd thought about it enough that she saw it as important, and even imagined that they might share a bed someday. Did that imply that they'd be living together, or that they'd at least be so close to doing so that they constantly visited each other and slept over?

He sighed affectionately, burying his face into Marinette's hair. They were equals in that neither of them had prior dating experience before each other, but it was moments like these that reminded him of how not used to it he was. He'd given plenty of hugs and cheek kisses to his little sister to show that he cared, but this was so much more than a step up from that.

Even worse was when, a few minutes into the "spooning practice," Marinette started to shift in his arms and call out, "Luka? Turn around."

Despite not knowing what she was up to, he let her go, rolling over in the extremely limited space of the chaise lounge to face the other way. Her arms came around him and squeezed him tight, her breath hot against the back of his neck.

"It's my turn," she said, as if that was an excuse. "How is it?"

Too much. "It's great."

"Great!" She giggled practically right next to his ear, which was a second blow to his heart.

He took a wary glance at the way back into the kitchen, listening closely for any sign that someone might be coming up. After confirming it was safe, he tried to look at her over his shoulder. "But..."

"'But?" she asked curiously.

He twisted around to turn towards her again, despite her whines of protests that it was still her turn. Rather than having her be the little spoon though, he embraced her as she was and pulled her in so their chests were pressing together. The blanket was starting to fall off due to all of the movement, so he took one hand off of her to fix it.

"I missed seeing your face," he admitted, combing through her hair with his freed hand; it was rare that he got to see her with her hair down and intended to take full advantage of the opportunity.

"Wha—ah—buh—?" she stammered, but nothing coherent came out and she opted to hide herself against him. He heard her mumble something that he was sure was "I'd miss yours too," but he smiled and let her think he hadn't heard it.

They couldn't grow up fast enough.

[unfortunatebrainfarts]

After working with your friendly neighborhood intergalactic space cowboy for quite some time, you've managed to become pretty damn good at understanding the gist of what he means to say

Boothill x reader

A/n: OK SO, first fanfic in like 6 years and it's for an intergalactic space cowboy

Tbh I have no idea why I wrote this, my ipad apps are constantly monitored by the teacher and I really have nothing better to do than go on my notes app and pretend I'm writing notes

HAVE AN AMAZING DAY = I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED BY THE IPC AND ROLL IN YOUR OWN DEBT AND SUFFERING (or something like that)

BLESS YOUR HEART = FUCK YOU

PRAY FOR ME = FUCK ME

LOVELY = FUCK

YOU WONDERFUL PERSON = YOU BITCH

Well ain't you just a sweetheart? = Well you're just a little bitchboy aren'tcha?

God love him = He was fuckin' underdeveloped as a fetus wasn't he (Something along the lines of 'he's dumb as shit')

"Hm. Seems about right."

To others, your furrowed brows, tense posture, and concentrated gaze at just one singular page of your notebook may make it seem as if whatever was on that page was something life changing. And honestly, they might as well have been right since you were one step closer to understanding what the hell Boothill was spitting out more than half the time.

You recall the first time you were assigned a mission with him — "BLESS YOUR HEART YOU WONDERFUL PERSON," cue you snapping your head towards the gruff voice seeing the cowboy in all his glory easily decimating the dozens of grunts in his vicinity with a toothy grin no less, which you note are very, very sharp.

His long, flowy hair caught your attention. How was it so white and clean even with all the fights you know gets into? Does it ever get yanked? What shampoo does he use?

"Now I don' mind some ooglin', but wouldn't ya say we should keep our eyes on our enemies darlin'?"

His voice snaps you out of your trance and you come to to a shovel nearing your head. You instinctively cover your face with your hands anticipating the pain, the pain which never came since when you put them down, you see that Boohill had already left a bullet in his head.

"Spacin' out at a space cowboy? Ain't that rich."

.

Ignoring the fact that he saved you from having to get facial reconstruction surgery, the reason you almost got a face full of shovel in the first place was because of the ridiculous curse on his synesthesia beacon.

That's why you've been devoted to trying to decode the albeit hilarious, rather inconvenient in a battle things he says. You've tried asking Boothill to write them down, but his handwriting could have him assigned as a doctor in no time so you gave up on that idea quite quickly.

"Whatcha starin' at so intently darlin'?

Your train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the man of the hour mindlessly snatching your notebook right out of your hands. "Aren't you supposed to stop thieves, not act like one," you ask half heartedly. It was nothing less of what you'd expect from Boothill of all people — no, cyborgs??

"Heh, this ain't thievery 's sharin'! Er, what's that one sayin' again... share to care, care to share, sharin' to carin'? Eh whatever ya get what I mean don'tcha sugar?" He retorted, you roll your eyes mentally as he put his focus back onto the notebook. To be honest you were surprised he could even read considering his handwriting was that bad.

As Boothill read each and every one of your 'translations', his grin only grew wider and wider showing the spiky teeth you don't know how are natural but have grown accustomed to seeing. Just then, a burst of unhinged laughter randomly filled the entire lounge room you were sitting in. The weird glances and whispering were already starting but Boothill didn't care, he was Boothill.

Not wanting to be associated with the man at that very moment, you stand up to leave him comically rolling on the floor. However, you couldn't even do that because the moment you stood up, Boothill snatched your leg and dragged it so that you would fall back down. This time, onto the floor with him. "Well ain't you something sweetcheeks, ya got me alll figured out huh?"
.

.

It's been two months. Ever since Boothill realized that you had actually tried to figure out the true meaning behind his words — and actually got them relatively right — he's been using you to spew out insults overtime. Honestly it was like you had become a pokemon, you could just picture it in your head.

BOOTHILL BROUGHT OUT ____

____ USED SWEAR! IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE

Either way, it wasn't that bad since though you might be imagining things, it feels as if you've grown ever so slightly closer to the eccentric space cowboy.

You continue to observe boothill and add more and more onto your list of translations, but apparently you fail to notice that he no longer uses any casual pet names like 'darling' or 'sweetcheeks' anymore. At least, not for anyone but you.

[weresilver]

Sentinel AU vignette

I ended up writing a thing mostly unrelated to anything that I actually have going in order to battle writer's block. It worked. And I even picked up the secret santa fic again (sorry guys, but it's coming along!) but the now-diagnosed-yet-unmedicated ADHD is now kicking my butt with how much I actually have to do in a hurry.

For now, have this cute lil thing :)

Note: I'm a nerd, who will work with TS canon. This is 1982, however. So, y'know. No one is actually referred to as a Sentinel in this.

When her little brother started crying this evening, Stella Williams knew it would be a rough night. Call it a big sister’s intuition. Her parents told her to never doubt it. That same intuition told her that her little Danny would end up a... What was it Dad called it? A guardian?

Guardian, yes.

Stella never presented any enhanced senses during her childhood, and, at 12 — almost 13 — years old, she decided she was glad for it. Dad didn’t really talk about how his three enhanced senses came online, but she wondered. If it had been as bad as it was going for Danny lately — and he was at the age where only one sense came online — then she could easily accept she had none of it.

She found him sitting on the floor of his room, scratching rather frantically at his arm and sniffling sadly. Stella crouched in front of him, not daring to touch.

“‘Tella,” Danny called. He didn’t open his arms for a hug as he usually did, instead pulling his t-shirt away from his body. It was a sad, pathetic sight that pulled at her heartstrings.

Not that she would ever say that out loud. She actually really loved her little brother.

“Hey, Danny.” She kept her voice soft. “Mom and Dad are not back yet,” she trailed off, watching his face scrunch up again. “What if I run you a bath, huh?”

Danny nodded, still sniffling and teary eyed, but doing his best not to cry again. Stella ran out of his bedroom and into the bathroom, setting what she needed up. Watching the tub fill, she kept an ear out to her brother, though the sound of the water drowned out most of the little kid noises Danny would make.

At six years old, their parents’ only surprise — well, Dad’s only surprise — was that the first sense to come forth had been touch. It had been a few months now, but this week was the first time it really seemed to bother Danny. The fact that touch didn’t seem to be a sense that ran in the family was what surprised Dad; it was also what made Stella believe her little brother would be a guardian.

She wasn’t quite sure what that would entail. All five senses enhanced, sure. But Dad was always saying that there was more to it than just the senses. All the stories in his side of the family said so. She didn’t really understand those stories, to be honest.

She shut the water off, tested the water, and, satisfied that the temperature wouldn’t aggravate his skin, the way Mom had told her. Well, time to get her little brother all set before their parents arrived with Matty and Bri.

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Itchy, itchy, itchy.

Danny’s clothes hadn’t bothered him before, he didn’t think, but it was really bad this week. Mom and Pops were busy with Matty and Bri, somewhere not in the house, but he knew that it was important. Stella was there with him, though, and that was fine; she was kind of boring, but for once he wasn’t in the mood to play.

His sister had left to run him a bath, since it usually helped a lot with the itchiness and the heat. He was thinking he didn't like summer much.

A clicking sort of sound came from behind him just as Stella turned on the water in the bathroom; she wouldn't hear the noise.

Danny turned around quickly, facing the big animal that was suddenly in the room with him.

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The first thing she heard when she left the bathroom caught her off guard. Giggling was not the type of sound Stella associated with her brother struggling with his sense of touch.

Maybe it was one of those “laugh so you don't cry” things. Danny seemed to try his hardest not to cry when it came to his sense of touch being weird. Instead, he threw one heck of a temper tantrum that only Dad seemed able to get through, sometimes.

Either way, Danny's bath was ready and—

Well, shit. May her mother never hear her thoughts at the sight that greeted her.

“Hi, ‘Tella!” Danny waved from where he lay on the flank of... a really large wolf. Larger still when next to a six-year-old boy. Stella was hard pressed to admit that she was gaping. “I have a friend!”

The wolf nosed at Danny’s cheek, gently, making her little brother giggle again. It was, somewhat disturbingly, an adorable sight.

“Uh, Danny?” He made a questioning noise in return. Or, heck, that had been the wolf, she wasn't sure. But they were both looking at her with equally curious faces. “Where did it come from?”

The kid frowned, hard, looking between her and the wolf as if her question didn’t make sense at all.

“He’s my friend,” he repeated. “He came here.”

Stella nodded. It was all she could do, really; she was pretty sure that every window was closed and the doors were locked. And, well, someone would have said something if a wolf had escaped a zoo, right?

The wolf was watching her, not as though cautious of her, but just... Analyzing her? She shook her head minutely, choosing to ignore what sounded like a huff from the animal.

“He’s my family,” Danny stated, quite simply, “His name’s Fen’ee.”

It dawned on her quickly after that. Family. Familiar, the wolf was Danny’s familiar. Well, Mom was gonna love this. This Fen’ee was huge. But Danny was lying down, using its flank as a pillow and back rest, and, for the first time today, he looked downright peaceful.

The wolf nosed at Danny again, this time at his ribs, in order to get him to stand up. Her little brother scrambled upright, using his companion to balance himself.

“Ready for that bath?” Stella asked as she stood up. Danny nodded happily, eager even though he wasn’t scratching at his arms anymore. The wolf — Fen nipped gently at Danny’s t-shirt, making the boy giggle one more time, and turned his attention her. There was intelligence in the golden eyes, as well as a good dose of humor. It let its tongue loll out, gently wagging its tail. “Thanks, Fen.”

It tilted its head, looking a little confused at the nickname. Well, Stella would have to figure out what its actual name was at some other point; she had a little half fish sibling to take care of.

[shipmistress9]

Blueberries & Chocolate Chips - 05

Chapter 5 is up!

Violet

"So, let me get this straight," Rhiannon said from where she was leaning against the door frame of Violet's bedroom and watched her ponder what to wear that night. "The guy who, less than a week ago, made you stomp back in here with tears in your eyes invited you on a date, and you said yes?"

"They were tears of anger," Violet corrected her absentmindedly, her gaze flickering between an elegant blouse in dark red and a black top with cute lace trimmings. "And I already told you, it wasn't really his fault that I was angry, and he thoroughly apologised, too."

More than that, in fact. What Xaden had revealed about his previous relationship… Violet still felt sick whenever she thought about the things this 'Cat' had done, and she was sure he'd left out more than he'd told her. It really was no wonder he'd reacted the way he did.

Rhiannon huffed but went on as if Violet hadn't even spoken. "And this guy is Xaden Riorson."

Violet rolled her eyes where Rhi couldn't see her and put the red blouse back into her wardrobe. "You already knew his name before he even entered this flat. What's your point?"

"Yeah," Rhi deadpanned. "That was when you two were supposed to simply fuck out your anger about Halden. But now, Xaden Riorson is taking you out on a date."

Sighing, Violet turned to look at her friend. "And is that something bad?"

Rhi frowned. "No? It's just…" She shrugged, shaking her head. "Unexpected."

With a little smile on her face, Violet turned back to her bed, stripped off her Lifehouse t-shirt, and put the black top on instead. She couldn't really agree with Rhi there. After she and Xaden had texted almost constantly since she'd left him at the park three days ago, talking about nothing and everything, his invitation yesterday hadn't felt unexpected at all.

"Urgh, and you're already head over heels for him, judging by that stupid grin." Rhi wrinkled her nose. "Just…promise me you'll be careful, okay? Don't give him your heart too easily. With guys like him, you never know how seriously they take relationships."

Violet took a deep breath and counted to three in her mind while pulling her tight blue denims up her legs. Rhiannon meant well, Violet knew that. And she also got why Rhi was saying this, they both had their fair share of less-than-stellar experiences, after all. But Xaden…he was different. Violet couldn't even put it into words, and every attempt would have sounded silly, anyways. But it was just like it had been in his car that first night. She trusted him implicitly.

Besides, it might be too late for her heart already…

"And also, he's taking you to a pizzeria? Really?" Rhi sounded rather disbelieving now, and Violet let out a heavy sigh.

"Yes, Rhi, we're going to a pizzeria. Why not? I love pizza." Honestly, what was her problem?

"Yes, you do, and I don't doubt that he asked Liam what you'd like best. And I can give him credit for that. It's just…" Rhi shook her head. "I just never pictured Xaden Riorson to be the kind of guy who took his date to something as simple as a pizzeria, no matter what her preferences would be. I would have guessed anything beyond Suri's or the Beak and Talons would be beneath him."

Violet huffed a bemused laugh. "What makes you picture him in such a snob spot? I mean, have you seen his tattoos? They don't exactly scream high society."

At that, Rhiannon seemed to have nothing left to counter with. Glad that this conversation was over now, Violet turned to look at her again, ready to ask for her opinion on the outfit. But the words never made it out of her mouth as she caught the expression of true surprise on Rhi's face.

"Vi…" she muttered. "Don't you know who he is?"

. o O o .

Xaden

Xaden flinched as his phone rang with a new message. Throwing one more glance up and down the relatively calm down town street— still no sign of Violet— he reached into his pocket to pull it out. Hopefully, she wasn't cancelling their date at the last moment. He didn't think she would— but then, all his senses, instincts, and calculating thoughts went completely out the window as soon as she was involved. He never knew where he was standing with her.

Glancing at the display, though, his shoulders relaxed, relieved. It was just Liam.

Chat history with Mairi, Liam

Do NOT blow this again, you hear me? I don't think I can evade Rhi's death glares a second time.

Fuck off

Xaden sent his reply but then let out a deep sigh. It wasn't as if he could really blame Liam, could he? Not for the worrying and not for the teasing, either. Xaden had blown that other meeting with Violet, after Liam had explicitly told him not to hurt her, if jokingly, and it wasn't just Xaden alone who'd had to endure the consequences. So he quickly sent another message right behind the first.

Believe me, I don't plan to.

His fingers hovered over the display for a second or three, then he added another line.

I really don't want to fuck this up.

Let Liam make of that what he wanted.

Xaden looked up again, as if some inaudible voice had called his name, and finally spotted Violet approaching down the walkway. As if he'd sensed her coming closer. That thought made him shake his head with a smile. How silly. Setting his phone on emergency-only mode, he stowed it away back into his pocket and then went to meet her half-way.

"Hey," he greeted her. He wanted to do more, to kiss her or at least embrace her. But despite that one night, it wouldn't have felt right to get that close now, too intimate. Yeah, he really didn't want to screw this up.

"Hey," came her reply, more shy than he'd ever seen her. She barely even met his eyes.

"Erm…" Xaden cleared his throat. Shit, why was this so difficult all of a sudden? "Did you find your way here well?" Fuck, was that really all he could come up with?

But Violet's lips twitched into a small smile so there was that at least. "Yeah, it was no problem. Though I've never been in this part of the city before. I parked my car two streets over because I wasn't sure where else to leave it."

"Then I'll walk you back there later," he offered at her grimace, and after a moment, she accepted the offer with a small nod. "Okay, then…let's head inside?"

Xaden led the way up the well-worn stone steps and through the entry door of da Trissa. As soon as he entered the familiar room with the old wooden furniture, the walls of roughly hewn grey stone and dark wooden beams, and the distinct scents of delicious food wafting in from the kitchen, he felt at home. Giving Violet a moment to take it all in, he waved in greeting at Felix standing behind the bar. The older man just raised an eyebrow at him, pointedly looking from Xaden to Violet and then Xaden again. Well, Xaden couldn't blame him. He'd never before brought a date here, after all.

"Would you rather stay inside or should we look for a table back in the garden?" he asked, turning back to Violet.

"Uhm…" She seemed puzzled, distracted somehow. "Uh, both sounds good?" She paused for a moment. "The garden."

With a smile playing around his lips, he led her through the restaurant and to a set of partially hidden doors until they reached the backyard. It wasn't elaborate or big, just enough for a handful of tables and chairs surrounded by various shrubs and bushes, some of them in full bloom. They sat down at a table for two, placed a little further away from the others. There wasn't anyone else out here so far, but even if other patrons found their way out here, they'd still have some privacy.

But after they sat down, Xaden noticed that something was off with Violet. She'd been fairly quiet so far, but he'd attributed that to her taking in her surroundings. Now, however, she was sitting uncharacteristically stiffly in her seat, her shoulders tense, and seemed to be wringing her hands in her lap.

Before he could ask what was up, though, a young waitress Xaden had only seen a couple of times before appeared. She brought them a plate with freshly cut white bread and the menus, and then asked for their drink orders. Just sparkly water for Xaden, a berry-flavoured lemonade for Violet.

Once they were alone again, Xaden took another moment to observe Violet, who still seemed as tense as before, then asked, "Is…everything okay?"

Violet's eyes flickered up to meet his, but just for a heartbeat before she looked away. Her lips parted but then closed again, as if whatever she’d wanted to say refused to leave her tongue. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and finally met his eyes. "Rhi told me something just now," she said in an oddly insecure voice. "And I…I'm just wondering…whether it's true."

Xaden's jaw tightened. Despite his best efforts, quite a few rumours about him had made the round over the years. Some were true, some were vastly exaggerating. Many were straight-up lies. "And what did she tell you?" he asked in as calm a voice as he could muster. "I'll happily answer whatever questions you have."

Again, Violet grimaced. "It's not something…bad," she quickly added. "It's just… She said that you…that you're kind of…the Duke of Aretia." She let out an embarrassed little laugh. "Gods, that sounds so silly."

Xaden just stared at her, more than just a little dumbfounded. She…she didn't…know?

He cleared his throat. "Well, I'm—" he began, then broke off when the waitress came with their drinks.

"Here you go," she said cheerfully. "Have you decided on what you'd like?"

"Uhm, I," Violet stammered, glancing at the untouched menus. "I'd like a pizza with ham and tuna, if that's possible? Without onions?"

"Sure, no problem." The waitress scribbled something onto her notepad, then looked at Xaden.

"I'll take the Trissa Speciale," he said reflexively, not taking his eyes off Violet, off the way she nervously shifted in her seat, the blush on her cheeks.

The waitress nodded, then left them alone again. Violet let out a shaky breath, then eventually glanced up at him. "Well?"

Xaden licked his lips, swallowed. "I am not the Duke of Aretia," he eventually said, his voice guarded.

Violet sighed a little laugh. "Okay. I knew she couldn't be right there, she—"

"—because that title doesn't exist anymore," Xaden continued before she could make any wrong assumptions. "My great-grandfather was the thirteenth Duke of Aretia and the last who bore that title before he renounced it to give the power to the people instead. So while, technically, you could say that I am of noble blood— if that's something you believe in— I don't hold any real title or power anymore. People here, especially the families that have lived here for generations, just like to pretend that it's still my family who's in power. I mean, there's still lots of public ground that, at least partially, belongs to the Riorson name, and there are financial ties that..." he trailed off. She probably wasn't interested in all that bureaucratic bullshit. "But the old family mansion on the hill outside the city, Riorson House, was turned into a public museum and a hotel about a century ago, along with a few other possessions and estates. So by now, it's all just…representative and pretentious crap."

Violet stared at him, her eyes growing wider and wider. Then her lips started to tremble. "I'm so sorry," she gasped in barely more than a whisper, and Xaden frowned.

What did she have to be sorry for?

"I didn't know!" she pleaded, though for what, he couldn't tell. "I didn't know who you were, I truly didn't know. When we met at the club, when I took you home. The thing with the condom. When…" She pressed her eyes shut and ducked her head. "When we met at the park. Please believe me. I didn't know you were…rich when we talked about the IVF treatment. I'm so sorry. I didn't say that so you…" Her voice broke and something that sounded suspiciously like a low sob followed.

For a moment or three, Xaden could only stare at her. Then, slowly, it sank in.

"Vi," he gasped, something like a surprised laugh bubbling up in his chest. "Violet, it's okay.”

Gods, it made so much sense, didn’t it? Right from the start, he'd felt like she was different from nearly everyone else he'd ever met. More sincere. Intriguingly real. Because she'd seen him, and only him.

“I believe you,” he assured her, gentler. “You don't have to apologise for not knowing. For…” He gasped another disbelieving laugh. “For not being after my money. If anything, it’s probably my fault for not…properly introducing myself?" Though, to be honest, it hadn't even crossed his mind to ever do that. For all his life, everybody he'd met had known too much about him already.

She inhaled deeply, clearly trying to calm down. "I feel so stupid," she whispered. "How could I have been living here for three years and not know?" The way she looked at him, still pleading for a forgiveness she didn't need, made something inside him melt.

"I'd say that speaks for your good taste," he tried to joke, one corner of his mouth lifted. "That you don't give a shit about stupid gossip and scandal headlines."

Snorting, Violet shook her head. "Yeah, no, I really don't." She threw him a cautious but real smile. "I really didn't mean it that way."

Xaden knew instantly what she was talking about. "I know," he assured her. "But that doesn't change that, if you hadn't disappeared so quickly, I already would have offered to—"

"No!" she cut him off. "I don't want you to spend so much money on me. I don't even want you to offer."

Xaden pressed his mouth into a thin line. "Violet…I have enough money to never really bother about it anymore. And aside from giving what I can to make life in this city better, what better way is there than spending it on the people I care about?"

"But…you barely know me."

Well, he was in the process of changing that, wasn't he?

He let out a heavy sigh. "Alright. I won't be offering to pay for your IVF treatment. You're right, that wouldn't be appropriate anyways. But would you want one?"

"Xaden!" she pleaded, but he held up his hand.

"That's not why I'm asking. Just…forget everything you learned in the last hour or so for a minute. If money wasn't an issue, would you want it? Do you want to have children?"

Violet opened her mouth, probably to protest, but then closed it again without saying anything. Instead, she dropped her gaze, biting her lower lip as she thought about it. Absentmindedly, she reached for a piece of bread and slowly tore it apart.

"I don't know," she murmured after a while. Then she let out a bitter laugh. "There was a time when I would have given everything to have a child. I was saving every tiny bit of money I could get my hands on and put it in a big piggy bank so that, one day, I could afford it. But eventually, I realised it wasn't truly that I wanted a child. I wanted to have the choice. That was what I was so bitter about for so long. That the choice was taken from me. Though, given how much I hated my parents for what I felt was their fault, I'm not sure I'd make a good mother."

The muscles in Xaden's jaw ticked at that. He felt it, too, the anger on her behalf. He didn't know any details of her case, but the same thoughts that probably had haunted Violet as a young girl now raced through his mind, too. If her parents had noticed her appendicitis earlier… If they'd made the doctors do a more thorough examination afterwards…

But all what if's were pointless now.

"And if you had that choice now? Would you want to do it?" he asked instead.

Violet's eyes widened. Then they turned glassy, and she swallowed. "I don't know?" She took a deep shaky breath and crossed her arms in front of her. "I don't know!" She pressed her lips into a thin line and looked away. "I…don't know."

The words tumbled from her lips with long pauses in-between, but eventually, she shook her head, then let out a deep sigh.

"Probably not,” she murmured. “I've accepted my lot by now, my life as it is. And I'm happy with it, content. Besides, right now would definitely not be the right time. Maybe, some day, when the circumstances have changed and with the right partner. Maybe then. But right now, I can't see it."

"Then there you have it," Xaden said, his mouth tugged into a crooked smile.

Violet frowned. "What do you mean?"

Xaden's smile softened. "You clearly were not fishing for someone to pay for that treatment, not even subconsciously. So you have no reason to beat yourself up about it anymore."

At that, Violet blinked in surprise, then chuckled, low but true, beautiful, and for once, Xaden didn't mind the interruption of the waitress bringing their food. Because it meant he could watch her being happy and unburdened like this for a minute longer.

"And how about you?" she eventually asked after biting off and swallowing a mouthful of her pizza, humming at the rich taste of it. "Do you want children?"

Fuck, that noise. He'd heard it before, her soft moan, and– Blinking, Xaden pushed those thoughts far to the back of his mind. "Pardon?"

She made a vague waving motion with her pizza slice. "I poured my heart out to you, so it's only fair if you do the same."

Chuckling, Xaden pursed his lips. "Alright, good point." He took a moment, chewing on his own pizza, before he replied. "And I don't think so. There's a lot of expectation and pressure of course, to continue the line and all that bullshit. But I really don't think that's a good enough reason to put a child into this world. So, basically… What was it you said? Maybe, some day, when the circumstances have changed and with the right partner? Maybe then. But right now, I can't see it," he purposefully repeated her own words from before.

Violet threw him a short smile, but then frowned. "That's why she did it, right? Cat? She wanted to be the one to continue the 'ducal' bloodline?"

Taking a big gulp from his water to chase away the bitterness those memories brought, Xaden nodded. "Yeah. She wanted the prestige and the money that would come with being the mother of my child."

"Because you wouldn't leave her alone with it, no matter what trickery she'd used to receive it." It wasn't a guess, not a question. "Because of your history. That's what you said at the lake. What history? If you don't mind me asking?"

Xaden took another bite from his pizza, mainly to buy himself time. "I don't mind," he replied after swallowing. "It’s just new to me, actually telling the story instead of everyone already knowing ‘everything’ about my past. And it's not exactly a happy story, either."

Violet pointedly raised an eyebrow, and Xaden couldn't help but huff a humourless little laugh. Fair point…

"My parents weren't exactly perfect, either," he began. "They never loved each other, their marriage was only one of convenience, and it showed. Neither of them cared much for me, only for the…the prestige of having a child. But once I was there, they were always just out to create more gossip, more scandals, basking in the attention."

"Is that why you tried to avoid the scandal of a break up? Back with Cat?"

Again, Xaden grimaced at the mention of her name. But instead of the bitterness it usually induced, all he felt was a strange kind of warmth washing through him. Violet's question should trigger other bad memories, but he couldn't feel it, the anger, the betrayal, the horror at what might have been. Not when she was so openly curious. So observant. So smart. Remembering details and putting them together so easily.

Well, it wasn't as if he didn't know exactly why she had that effect on him.

Gods, she was brilliant.

"Yeah. I usually try to avoid all scandals, and by now, the gossip chasers have mostly given up on me. And I'd like to keep it that way."

Violet frowned, her lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded. "Your parents?"

"Right… I don't know what happened, exactly, but when I was ten, my mother had apparently grown tired of it all after all and left. And my father was pretty much incapable of caring for me. I have an aunt, Bodhi’s mother, but she fell out with my father decades ago. She did try to help me, but couldn’t do much from a distance, and instead, my father mostly passed me off to a friend and her family. She had two kids, a little younger than me, and they became my brother and sister in all but blood."

At that, Violet's expression turned warmer. "Liam?"

"And his younger sister, Sloane," Xaden nodded. "With them, I learned how life as a family should be, all that was missing before. And when my father managed to kill himself in a car accident when I was seventeen and the Mairis agreed to foster me until I became a legal adult, I…felt relieved. That I didn't have to leave and go back to him, that they would be my family now.

"That… sounds horrible," Violet eventually said. "I mean, not that Liam and his family took you in, but…how your own parents treated you." She chewed on her lip. "And I get it now. Why, with that history of yours, you’d never abandon a child, no matter what."

Slowly, Xaden nodded. "Yeah. Even if it happened through trickery like Cat tried, I still slept with her. I'd still be responsible, at least partially. And I'd never put a child through what I experienced, both parents not caring about them."

“Yeah,” Violet sighed. “I know what you mean…”

They fell silent for a while, both eating their pizzas. But while it seemed like she enjoyed the taste, it still quickly became clear to Xaden that there was still something bothering her. It was everywhere, in the way her eyes flickered around without meeting his, in how almost erratic her movements were, the tense grip around her glass. He wasn’t sure whether he was supposed to notice these little tells or whether he was just so attuned to her that he couldn’t miss them. But, well…during their night together one week ago, he’d learned to read her rather well.

“Is there…something else you’d like to ask?” he eventually broke the silence. “Something bothering you?”

Violet ducked her head, avoiding his gaze.

“Violet?”

She chewed on her lower lip, then shrugged. "It's just…something you said earlier. That you're…avoiding all scandals and gossip whenever you can."

Xaden frowned. "What about that?"

"Is that…" she swallowed— and were her hands around her glass trembling? "Is that why you brought me to this place? Something off the radar to avoid any annoying headlines tomorrow?"

For a moment, all Xaden could do was stare at her, baffled. Then laughter bubbled up in his chest, low, perplexed, and he didn't have it in himself to hold it back. "You…you think I'd be embarrassed to be seen with you?" he asked, disbelievingly. Was she serious? Did she really have such a low opinion of herself?

Violet still didn't look at him, only shrugged. "I'm not exactly part of your social circles, as you called it," she muttered.

“And you think I’d care?”

Something like hurt flickered through his chest, that she would think so little of him, but it instantly got replaced by anger. Not at her, but at whoever had made her feel like she wasn’t enough. Whoever had hurt her so that she felt like cowering into this vulnerable version of herself was necessary.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Violet, I’ve never cared about how much money someone has or who they are related to. None of that has any influence on who someone is. I wanted to see you again because you’ve intrigued me. Because I feel like…like there’s something between us. Something I’d like to explore further. See where it leads us. And I invited you here because this is one of my favourite places, and I wanted to share it with you."

At that, she finally did look up, surprise on her face, and Xaden gave her an encouraging smile.

"The owners, Trissa and Felix, are old friends of Isaac Mairi, Liam's father. We came here often when we were younger, just to kill some time, and every now and then, Sloane, Liam, and I were even allowed to help in the kitchen. Well, as much help as kids can be there." He chuckled. "Now, this is still our usual meeting place where we all come together, whenever Sloane’s in town, or just with Garrick, Imogen, and Bodhi."

"Oh…" was all Violet made, an endearing blush on her cheeks as she averted her eyes again. "I thought…” Her shoulders slumped. “I don't know. That Liam let it slip that I like pizza, and you just picked some random restaurant to go with it?" She sighed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Xaden said, taking a moment to take her in. How small she made herself, had been doing so all evening, in fact. She'd been so strong and self-confident that night at the club, truly earning the nickname Violence. But something must have given her a severe blow to her self-esteem for her to become so defensive so easily.

Something he'd like to rectify.

"And you're not entirely off, Liam did mention that. It's partially why I thought of this place. And because Felix makes the absolute best blueberry tiramisu in all of Aretia, according to Sloane. But please, don't ever think I wouldn't want to be seen with you," he added in a serious tone. "I mean, Dylan's or the park weren't exactly niche locations to meet. So what gave you that impression?"

His words seemed to have the desired effect, appealing to her logical mind, because she sat a little straighter now, less hunched in on herself. Her expression was a little lighter, too, even though it briefly soured. "Just…some bad experiences there," she murmured. "But you're right, I really shouldn't draw rash conclusions just because…"

"Because of what he did?" Xaden finished her sentence, and she nodded. He sighed. "I kinda wish you'd tell me about him. Just so I can assure you what an absolute waste of life that guy was."

"I probably will, eventually," she said, her voice low even as a tiny smile played around her lips for a moment. "Just…not yet? I don't feel ready for that, yet."

"Okay." He could live with that. Especially with how she planned for there to be an eventually for them. "And in the meantime, how about a cinema date? Or are you free next weekend? We could drive up into the mountains, do some hiking and spend a couple of days in a holiday lodge. And what about the weekend after? Because, not to be one of those guys, but I wouldn't mind being seen with you more often, maybe even showing you off a little.” He winked.

At that, finally, she laughed for real. "Sounds good to me," she said, her eyes gleaming with the fire he'd missed nearly all night.

"Oh yeah?" he leaned in, letting a little smirk play around his lips. "Which part exactly?"

Violet copied his movement, looking absolutely breathtakingly beautiful as she beamed up at him. "All of them?"

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Violet

"Okay, I have one more story for you," Violet said with a cheeky grin before bringing her fork back to her mouth. Liam's sister, the Sloane Xaden had mentioned, hadn't exaggerated, the blueberry tiramisu was absolutely delicious.

"More?" Xaden raised an eyebrow at her. "Poor Liam, he's not having an easy time at the office with you all, it seems."

Violet chuckled. It was true, one needed to have a bit of a thick skin to be working with Ridoc and not go insane. "Oh, but this one is different,” she assured him. “Sure, Ridoc loves his pranks, and we're all always on the look-out by now. But this time, it was Ridoc who got pranked by Liam."

"By Liam?" Chuckling, Xaden shook his head. "He never mentioned that. What happened?"

"Okay, so, you know how Liam is, always supportive, kind. He's usually the first at the office every morning, and he made a habit of, like…preparing our workplaces. As in turning on our computers so we wouldn't have to wait for them, preparing coffee and tea, sometimes also leaving snacks. You know, Liam stuff."

"Yeah, I can see that," Xaden said with a fond smile. “He’s a born care-taker.” It warmed Violet's heart. Just knowing that Liam was so appreciated. "And how did he turn that into a prank? Did he put salt in Ridoc's coffee?"

Violet clucked her tongue. "Oh, please. You should know that Liam is more subtle than that. No, he used those moments of non-suspicious access to Ridoc's computer to…change a few settings. Namely, the auto-correct functions."

A sly smile crept across Xaden's gorgeous face. "So in every email or message he wrote, the word 'report' would turn to 'raptor'? Something like that?"

"Yeah, except make it Ridoc's Version." Violet smirked. " You see, everyone knows that Ridoc loves his dick jokes. And he's known for, like, making inappropriate puns at just any given moment. So Liam decided to use that. At first, it was only small changes. 'Meeting' became 'mating', 'assets' turned into 'asses'. And because it was Ridoc sending these messages all around the company, nobody really said anything. And with every week, Liam added another word to his auto-correct system. 'Client' turned into 'clit' and 'strategy' into 'strap-on'. And I think it was only around the time when 'deadline' became 'dickline' and 'update' 'up-the-ass' when someone finally said something. It was hilarious, and to this day, I can’t tell whether Ridoc really didn't notice much earlier and just played along. But I'm pretty sure he doesn't know it was Liam who did it and suspects Sawyer instead. Because, surely, sweet Liam would never."

Xaden snorted, then they both laughed, and Violet felt like flying. Earlier, after Rhiannon had told her who Xaden was and he'd confirmed it, she'd been…in shock. This couldn't be happening. Not again.

But Xaden wasn't Halden.

He'd already proven that right from the beginning, and he kept proving it with every single interaction.

"Are you ready? Or should we order something else?" Xaden asked once she'd scraped the last bits off her plate. His own dessert, mini cannoli filled with chocolate chip ricotta, was gone by now, too.

Violet hummed. She didn't want this date to be over already, it had been wonderful after he'd effectively dispersed all her fears. But she couldn't possibly eat or drink anything more, and it was getting late. "I think I'm done for tonight," she sighed, regretfully.

Xaden paid for them both, of course, and while she was adamant that she wouldn't let him spend ridiculous amounts of money on her…she also knew where to pick her fights. She probably would have let him take the bill anyways, refusing now just because he had more money than she'd been aware of would be stupid.

"So, where did you leave your car?" he asked once they were outside again.

Feeling bold, she reached for his hand. "This way," she said, tugging him along.

His fingers, so warm against her skin, tightened around hers, and Violet felt her heart beat in her throat. Aside from that short moment where he'd made her wait at the park, this was the first time he was touching her since he'd left her flat. And it felt so good, so right that she could weep.

They walked in silence, but it was a comfortable one. Just him and her beneath the colourful twilight sky. The air was heavy with the sounds of birds and insects, the scent of flowers, and the dwindling heat of the day, and she didn't want this perfect moment to end.

But leading him on a detour just to delay parting would have been silly. Wouldn't it?

"This is it," she sighed as they'd reached her car, and she turned to face him. "Thank you, Xaden. For the wonderful date and…just everything."

"I have to thank you," he murmured, standing closer than would have been necessary, but Violet didn't mind. She didn't know in which world he'd ever have to thank her for anything, but he sounded so sincere that she didn't object.

Her gaze caught on the golden flecks in his onyx eyes, mesmerised as he brought a hand up to brush a strand of her hair back behind her ear. His touch felt like fire, leaving a burning trail on her skin, one that quickly spread. She felt so warm with him, so safe.

"Violet," he whispered, his fingers gliding along the back of her neck. They sent a shiver down her spine, making her gasp, and her lips parted as her gaze flickered to his perfect mouth. His breath brushed along her cheekbone, and she leaned in sub-consciously. Wanting more.

When his lips touched hers, it was as if time stopped, as if nothing existed beyond them anymore. Violet sighed, stretching onto her toes to get closer. Her hands were on his chest, sliding upwards with the same slowness with which she tasted his lips. Decadent and sweet.

His hand tightened around the back of her neck, his other curling around her waist, gently drawing her closer, and she obliged happily, her hands gliding up to wrap around his chiselled jaw. And while it wasn't their first kiss, it might as well have been with how her heart sang, how her body melted into his. Her tongue flickered against his mouth, but instead of parting, of letting her in and deepening the kiss, his lips curled into a smile before he pulled back.

"Good night, Violet," he murmured with his forehead resting against her own.

Chuckling at the butterflies fluttering in her stomach, Violet deeply inhaled his scent of mint and leather. "Good night, Xaden."

[attackurheart88]

Hi! Could you maybe do kurapika sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons?

Fluff & Smut

Mature content be aware

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Sfw

• Kurapika loves to cuddle. When you wrap your arms around him and place your legs over his, he’ll grumble and tell you to let go so he can go to work. When in reality, he loves the attention. Kurapika hates leaving the warmth and comfort of the bed so early only to return days later. He treasures every second he spends with you and often wakes up early just to stare at your pretty/handsome face before leaving. He accuses you of coddling him when it is he who digs himself in your embrace.

• He likes receiving positive texts from you. Kurapika works for a long time and rarely answers his phone. So when he’s out texting is your only form of communication. Although he might not reply, Kuapika loves checking his phone to see the sweet messages you leave.

“Hope you have a great day.”

“Be safe.”

“You can do it👍”

“Don't forget to eat!”

“I miss you😔”

“I love you ♥️”

• When you take care of him. Kurapika feels grateful when you make him a cup of coffee on long nights. Or place a blanket on his shoulders when he falls asleep. He often neglects his health when it comes to finding the Phantom Troupe which is why it's up to you to take care of him. Kurapika likes to return the favor when he can. He makes breakfast before he takes off and leaves gifts for you every now and then.

• Kurapika likes to receive kisses. It always makes him smile when you surprise him with a kiss on the cheek or forehead.

• Hand holding. Kurapika is not big on pda but he likes to hold your hand. Having your warm hands in his soothes him and makes it easier to keep track of you. The last thing he wants is for you to stray or get taken due to his line of work.

Nswf

• Loud af. Top or bottom Kurapika can't keep his mouth shut. He’s groaning out praises and deep pants with every thrust. His volume is why you can't ever have sex in public. You’d get caught too quickly. If he was the bottom he'd be even more sensitive. Whimpers and tears would be released during each session.

• Cums easily. Kurapika is always pent-up due to his job and finds little time to relieve himself. It takes everything for him not to cum as soon as he enters you. If it gets especially bad he’ll pause for a minute to collect himself before continuing. Giving him a blowjob is the best way to gain his attention. As soon as your hand wraps around his pretty little cock he’s all yours. Work can come later.

• Kurapika keeps himself tidy. Down there is always shaved and orderly for his pleasure and yours

• He likes vibrators. When he knows he’ll be coming home on time Kurapika likes to tie you up and leave you being pleasured until he returns. In the middle of a fight, he’ll increase the speed just to mess with you. He sees it as motivation to finish his job quickly to see the beautiful mess you are.

• I see kurapika as a soft dom/switch. In most cases, he is very loving and respectful with his touches. He focuses on your pleasure rather than his own and is quick to ask how you feel when trying anything new. It's only when he is stressed or angry that Kurapika gets rough and cruel.

• Kurapika is a pervert, before he leaves for long periods of time he always steals your underwear and keeps a photo of you for “emergencies”. He’ll prefer to use one you’ve already worn as your scent just turns him in even more. In any case, when he has free time or on a phone call with you he touches himself to the sound of your voice, underwear in hand. He can't help it. Although it may not seem like it it's hard to be away from you for so long.

[starkool]

Hi! I saw your recent post about wanting to write! If you're still caught up with Dislyte, could you write something quick for Chu Yao x reader?

(ignore this request if you change your mind or if you don't want to do it, it's totally ok!)

actually, im not caught up at all, i have 0 idea who this fellow is! 😝

So im gonna write headcanons of how i think he would act like based on voice lines and design. tho i might redownload it... sigh

didnt read again nor edit it, were raw dogging with this one

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To me, he seems to be rather secretive and someone who tends to keep to himself. So the fact you even close to him to be friends — Let alone lovers was a miracle on it's own.

Especially if you weren't a Shadow Decree member. (Mortal, Esper, or part of the Esper Union, doesn't matter)

Based on him wanting to 'dominate' earth and heaven (Also probably everything beyond it), he would probably want to monitor you any way he could. As a way to make himself feel like he has the 'upper-hand'.

Definitely possessive and becomes easily jealous. Judging from his divinate art, he definitely has some type of trauma (My guess would be religious?)

"When all is chaos... i will rule." Even if this his echo intro, he looks like an uptight clean freak who cannot work or gets unnerved if he has to be in a disorganized environment. You cannot really convince me otherwise. So if you were to actually 'hang out' with him... you would need to be somewhere he affirms is clean to his standards.

He probably (definitely imo) has a twisted sense of 'justice'. To me, it seems like he's simply obsessed with the idea of pleasing Taiyi and would do anything to achieve praise and reassurance that he's good enough. (For what? 0 idea)

So... praise him. He would be surprised. Wide eyes as he looks over at you and if you're lucky, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. But don't overuse it. Of you overuse praise, it loses it's meaning (specifically coming from you.), if you would per se praise him daily for something he would shrug it off like it was just a random comment, not reacting or even focusing on you.

The same goes for those cursed 3 words. I love you. Don't overuse this either, ESPECIALLY this. Because i bet on my life that he wouldn't say 'I love you' even if his life depended on it. (Maximum only when he was in private or something.)

Talking about private, i said before, he's definitely closed off. You wouldn't know much of what he's doing, what's going on his mind, or what he's planning. And you would know even less if you aren't a Shadow Decree member. Though that doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't love nor trust you, he's just used to keeping to himself.

In all honesty, i doubt he's much of a talker either. I think he wouldn't speak unless he's spoken to or he deems fit to interfere. So it would probably be you doing most of the talking. But he would engage in the conversation with small quips and responses to let you know he is listening (and interested perhaps), and not ignoring you.

I think his love language would be gift giving. Trinkets he found or bought (maybe even hand-made, i think he definitely has some type of hobby he secretly very much enjoys and does it closed doors whenever he could) to give you. Definitely something usable or something you could utilize in a way.

I also think he likes proximity. It plays into him being very protective about the things he likes, enjoys or treasures. So if you're close to him, or he knows where you are (plays into monitoring...) he's fine and dandy. Just his usual self.

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Honestly? All your evidence against Ruin is very very true, very very sus, and very very convenient for him.

I think the only reason why I want him to be innocent to some degree (either revealed he's still being controlled and not that just being him) is I don't want Moon's paranoia to be validated. That is literally it. If Moon is right to be suspicious, that he was right in doing everything he did with Ruin-

I just really really do not want that paranoia to be justified. That is literally it.

All your evidence is probably right though, Ruin, please be a better actor you have gained the ability to be subtle but that is really not helping you.

The thing is that, Moon feels he was disproven in his paranoia and that he decided to give Ruin leniency.

Which is why Ruin was able to get away from Moon, and ask for dimensional travel.

I have a feeling Ruin put a lot of things in place to assure that he would infiltrate Sun and Moon near perfectly.

Considering the latest MAFS episode (which I feel is very important considering how Daycare Attendant centric it is)

"Cured" Ruin and Bloodmoon have not met up yet.

And I have a feeling they will very soon. And Bloodmoon was built with the sole purpose of being Ruin's minion. And Bloodmoon hasn't outgrown that purpose. Right now, Bloodmoon has no directive, and is taking orders from Stitchwraith, but once his maker comes back into the table, I feel all bets are off the table.

Also, lets rewind for a bit... What if Moon's earlier paranoia about Ruin is proven true...

THAT would have MASSIVE benefits that we aren't even thinking about. Like at this point, Moon's paranoia proven right would just help them rather then help them.

They'll trust Eclipse

Eclipse will be taken more seriously and less like a madman or feral child that Moon needs to manage.

Eclipse will get to be something else other then a villain or just an inconvenience for once.

THIS WILL NOT HELP MOON'S EGO AT ALL. For those who think Moon would gloat like "ha! I was right!" I don't think it'll be like that. HE'D FEEL BETRAYED and utterly devastated. It's one thing to be suspicious of someone. But to have those suspicions disproven and not being proven and put your trust into them despite all that and then the evil villain you've built in your head (Eclipse) turned out to be right the whole time and you fucked it all up by not listening to the untrustworthy one.

Remember Eclipsev3 was crying when he was captured because he knew it wouldn't matter what he said, no one would ever trust his word against Ruins? Eclipse would be given trust for the first time ever....

And you know what. AFTER ALL THIS TIME. SUN AND MOON DO NOT KNOW ECLIPSE'S BACKSTORY. As far as Sun and Moon know, Eclipse was a killcode that became sentient and started evil shit for no reason. I hope this will open the door for that conversation to be had.

Not to Mention, Evil Sun today told Moon that he should actually LISTEN to Eclipse. Cause if he doesn't, it just means that this universe will die faster.

I am also surprised that none of the characters call Ruin out specifically for lying. As I have caught him lying several times and none of the characters seem to be wise to it.

Eclipse when he was threatening Ruin did not even think to bring up the Magical Barrier he has encountered twice now. He didn't think to bring up how he was made from Arcade machines either.

All Eclipse thought about was his rage, but if he defused Ruin with logic, he could have easily caught him, other then just going "BUT YOU DID IT! WAH"

Ruin contradicts and changes his story so many times in the span of a few seconds and it has been proven in his Interrogation under the Virus he is a chronic lair. Lie detectors don't work. You have to catch him verbally in a contradiction. Which he has Spouted MANY.

So I always hoped that Moon, Solar or Eclipse would point out these purposeful contradictions but No characters do.

RUIN LEGIT SAID ALOUD "I don't know magic."

Okay. Then he said way earlier: "I constructed this magical barrier to trap you"

....... Okay. YOu can copy a spell, but even COPYING a spell itself is KNOWING magic. The mana has to come from SOMEWHERE. He's not pulling it out of his ass!

Eclipse NOR Moon called this out.

Ruin knows that NewMoon is not as experienced in Magic as OldMoon was. (WHICH MOON ADMITS) and Ruin is taking advantage of that.

Not to mention Eclipse’s magic circle is just an exact copy of Old Moon’s magic circle and wasn’t made by someone knowledgeable in magic.

Ruin being scared of Eclipse almost everytime he encounters him is interesting.

BECAUSE HE IS LEGIT THE ONLY ONE WHO IS. ALMOST LIKE HE'S OVERSELLING HIM.

One moment, Ruin will cower over Eclipse and act traumatized by him, but then he talks about plans about making Star-Powered type Nukes (LEGIT. HE DID.) and then gloat over Eclipse...

Not to mention, Eclipse had never tortured Ruin. He threatened him, sure, but he never physically harmed him. He left before he could do so. But Ruin told Moon and Sun that Eclipse physically tortured him for a long time... BUT THAT'S NOT TRUE. Because Eclipse just threatened torture and the moment Ruin mentioned the Creator, Eclipse went off chasing that wild goose.

So the question comes down to motive... Why do all this with Eclipse.

Well, to accelerate the Death of the Universe. Not just ours.

The Tsams universe is not the main universe. But it's a pillar universe. Meaning if it goes down it takes a few others down with it.

RUIN WANTS TO DESTROY MULTIPLE DIMENTIONS.

Why????

Where did Ruin come from?

What is his dimension?

He has a virus in him that makes him subservient to the Creator in his home world. (if not a little unhinged and bound for destruction and amplifying the violent parts of his personality)

What did the Creator of that dimension want?

He wanted to accelerate the death of the universe by star power so he could study it.

........well.

He already did that with his own dimension.

The creator needs more control samples for multiple dimensions rotting.

And why the hell does the Creator have a cure for the Ruin virus when it's beneficial to him in the long term?

Even Sun said he grabbed something he "thought" was a Cure, and Moon seemed unsure if it was a cure in the first place too.

All Ruin said it did was "cure the fog" from his head. Which makes me think that he's less focused on playing games... (like the Monty of Ruin's dimension thought he was a freakshow) so I think that Ruin is just more focused in long term goals... Also I think his goal was always to pretend to be cured. Looking back in how he acted and what he did when he took over last Halloween.

Ruin, He already knew Bloodmoon was rebelling against him. The protocols he put in bloodmoon to be obedient weren't working how he intended. So he made Eclipse with STRICTER protocols to not make the same mistake and to cause chaos among the Sun and Moon duo.

Eclipse is a distraction so that he can RUIN everything.

[taecyeon-hyun]

AU IMAGINE :

SUNGLASSES

PART 8

KB: Babe...

Y : Tell me ...

KB : Have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had talked the night we met?

Y : Yes, you would have given me back my sunglasses.

KB : What?... that's not what I meant.

Y : No?

KB : Of course not!!!

Y : Hahaha ... What do you want me to say?

KB : I hate you so much!

Y: Okay, I can live with that.

KB : I'm serious, babe. Have you ever thought about it?

Y: Many times, too many I would say.

KB: Do you think we'd be together now?

Y: Of course, I have no doubt about it. And before you ask why... let me remind you...

KB : Now I'm afraid of what you're going to say.

Y: Hahahahaha!!!!

KB : Hey ... Stop Laughing!

Y : Sorry!, I can't help it, sometimes you make really funny faces.

KB : Now you're making fun of me!

Y : No, my love... before you get angry, listen to me...

Do you remember the night you walked into that bar and confronted me?

KB: Yeah, I remember that...

Y : You looked so upset but at the same time very distressed.

And despite what you saw... you decided to help me in every way possible.

So I sincerely believe nothing would have changed if we had talked the first time.

You would have found a way to help me in every way possible.

KB : Babe, that was ... I don't know what to say ... It's beautiful, of course, but... I didn't imagine you'd say something like that.

Now that I think about it, you weren't easy that night at all...

Y : Hey, I had to resist a little, you weren't going to get me that easily.

KB : Excuse me? I wasn't looking for anything in return. My help was sincere.

Y : Oh really? Then why did you chase me that night?

KB : You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth!

My apartment was at that address, and I had to stop by, so that's why we met on the street.

Y : Why don't you admit that you were following me?

KB : Sorry, but I won't say anything about it.

Y : Whyyy?????

Y : Heyyy noooo... Stop!!!

You can't not answer me and hug me like nothing happened.

KB : Yes, I can!

To be Continued

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Bonus :

KATE'S PoV

There she was, sitting in the living room of her apartment, staring into space... But this only meant one thing: the brief encounter with that woman has affected her deeply.

Kate had never experienced anything like this...

Normally, when she met someone and caught her eye, they would at least exchange a few kisses to pass the time.

Nothing further than that didn't happen, as she got bored easily.

Sometimes he would just leave people there and walk away.

As time went on, she stopped flirting with people and dedicated herself 100% to her work, to the point of taking her earrings home with her when she went out to dinner or drinks at a bar. That was her way of dealing with loneliness.

Nothing could fill the emptiness she felt inside. Keeping busy, at least, distracted her.

There came a point where her life became so routine that, the day she saw Yelena for the first time, she managed to capture her full attention and, above all, spark her interest in someone after so long.

She was so used to people approaching her to flirt and try to get something more, that she thought this woman would be no exception... but what a surprise she got, because as the night progressed, she only gave her a few glances and a beautiful smile but didn't try anything more.

While this hurt Kate's ego a bit, the fact that the girl didn't try anything more created a rather genuine interest... this feeling intensified when the mysterious girl left the bar... leaving Kate quite surprised by her sudden departure.

What happened after leaving that bar seemed like a kind of karma hitting Kate that night.

She wanted to talk to that girl so much that even after seeing her leave the bar so suddenly, she had forgotten her sunglasses. This motivated Kate to grab them and go out in search of the girl.

At this point in the story, we know how that turned out...

Kate can't forget the mysterious girl's smile and, above all, she can't forget her pained look.

More than a year had to pass before the two of them met again, but this time in a more chaotic way than the last time...

[the-morningstar-family]

*passes my flu to everyone to see what happens*

Cough cough enjoy the fevers

Alastor is now in his 7th week. Willa all but lives there now, the back and forth from their home to the hotel wore on the mother than she'd care to admit. Sometimes her muscles just slack. Sometimes her speech lolls. But she isn't ready for the conversation with her sin. And then, Lucifer had to reluctantly visit the other rings one by one. Kingly duties and all. After a lot of confirmations that he'll be fine, the king left.

And now Alastor is in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

Felix: “Alastor?”

The demon turns to face the two children at the sound of the boy's voice. Hoarse and congested, and the two certainly look how Felix sounds. They're both pale, limps hanging listlessly and their tails drag on the floor as if they'd weigh a ton each.

Alastor: “Oh dear”

Nova: “I’m sorry, I'm not really hungry…”

Felix: “I think we're sick”

He kneels down, putting the back of his hands in their foreheads, they're far too warm.

Alastor: “Yes, you certainly seem like it. Come now, up to bed”

He swiftly picks them up, carrying them upstairs, he's about to open Felix’ new door when-

Felix: “I don't wanna be alone…”

Alastor: “Ah. Nova darling? Would you like his company?”

The girl shrugs, then nods. Really just wanting to be in bed either way. So, he makes the two comfortable in the bed. Nova coughs as if she'd smoked a pack of cigarettes, while Felix' nose is running quite spectacularly.

Alastor: ”Alright. I'll be right back with something to help you, alright? Just stay in bed, it'll be alright”

On his way downstairs he checks on Willa, who also has a nasty cough. Fantastic.

Alastor: “Willa, dear, do you have a fever?”

Willa, nodding slowly: “I think so…”

She is about to get up, but Alastor stops her. Especially since she seems to have trouble breathing.

Alastor: “Stay in bed, Felix and Nova caught something as well. I'll bring something up”

The deer is quick to gather everything he needs. Plugging it on one of the carts supposed to be for room service.

Charlie: “Alastor? What are you doing?”

Alastor, sighing: “The children and Willa are sick, I suggest you stay clear.”

Charlie's eyes widen in surprise.

Charlie: “Aw no! Poor things! I'll help you -”

Alastor: “Charlie, I'd rather have you not get sick as well.”

Charlie crosses her arms in front of her chest frowning. Giving a rare display of sternness and annoyance.

Charlie: “First of all, I'm an adult and not already sick in any way. Second, you are pregnant. And also, Dad and I don't get sick easily. It's fine”

Alastor mulls it over, and has to begrudgingly admit, that he probably should accept the help, if not for anything else, then for the sake of his children.

Alastor: “Yes, yes, I suppose that is reasonable”

The princess grins at that, then survey's the contents of the cart more closely, and the radio demon gives her a detailed description of what to do. Charlie then goes to tell the others to quarantine for the time being, and Alastor goes to the children to explain.

They are still huddled in a nest of their blankets and plushies, but seemingly as miserable as before.

Alastor: “My dears. Charlie will be there soon and take really good care of you, okay?”

Nova: “Why not you, Papa?”

Alastor: “It's not good for the babies if I get sick too. But I'll stop by, all right?”

Nova nods, satisfied with that. The girl looks like she's about to sneeze, and the deer swiftly covers her nose with a handkerchief - only for Felix to be the one to actually sneeze. Right in his face.

Felix: “Sorry…”

Alastor: “It's okay. I'll just go and wash it of. Get well soon, you two. And listen to Charlie alright?”

With their murmured confirmation, he exits the room to do as he said. He's sure he'll be fine.

[austinslounge]

Ok I'm one of those people who doesn't believe until they see it, especially when it comes to these two who have already deceived us more than once, so I don't really know if the Kaustin still exist or not...even if, if I were to look at this relationship through the eyes of a person outside the fandom, I would say that this thing is now well and truly over. However, talking about this event with Josh Brolin, I'm pretty sure Austin won't be showing up. First of all because we're not talking about Austin's best friend, ok they worked together, we saw them together at the Dune premiere, but then that's it. If we wanted to take a similar situation, it seems to me that not long ago we saw Matt Smith, Austin's current co-star on the set of Caught Stealing, with whom he also seems to have formed a good relationship, at the same Halloween party in Los Angeles where Kaia was also present, but Austin was not there. But the thing that makes me say that it wouldn't make any sense for Austin to show up at this event for Josh Brolin's book in Los Angeles is that he didn't even show up at the presentation of the Vogue cover that saw Kaia as the absolute protagonist, and this event was even in New York, therefore easily reachable from Austin. We'll see what happens, but these two now seem like perfect strangers rather than in a relationship, so I think it's time to end it all.

💯

All of this. You hit the nail on the head.

I'm not going to put anything past this weird couple, because they have fooled us before, but if we were to look at this from the standpoint of a normal couple, they do look to be done and over with.

And yea, it's very interesting that Kaia seems to be involved with (or around) a lot of Austin's costars, doesn't it? 🤔 Josh Brolin, Matt Smith, Zoe Kravitz, etc. Kinda strange. Yet, you don't see the reverse. You don't see Austin hanging around her people without her.

This is just more proof to me that she is a clout-chaser, and is basically using this "relationship" for more clout.

I'll also say too that some celebrities don't actually announce their breakups until months (some even years) later. Some don't even do a formal announcement at all! You just see them with someone else, and the public can get the clue lol 😆

Idk yet how it will play out for Kaustin, but if they have indeed already split up, then I wouldn't be surprised at all. I just want more clarity when Austin finishes filming, because that (imo) will be more of a determining factor for me. Right now, shippers can blame everything on him filming, or being tired and "busy". But after he's done filming, he will be a free agent, free to do and go wherever he wants to go lol.

Let us just see what he does, shall we?

[blackdigitalrose]

Sat - Delicious Party♡Precure -EP 38 - 40

EP 38

Kome Kome being the scape goat, jack of all trades -.- it isn't as good a look as they think it is. (ᵕ—ᴗ—) honestly there are no words but at least it means its a skill that can't be manipulated later.

For 20 years earlier, there isn't a lot in it for most of them but lookie another cameo appearance of Amane's actual parents. Aside Yui's dad he does look quite different.

Don't think that'll hold up too well as a defence but poor Cinnamon gets totally screwed over then.

Could it be due to the fact she almost looks like a younger carbon copy of you?

Let's be fair now, that is one heck of an easily exploitative flaw.

At nearly 40 eps the guy gets a solo fight (that you don't get to see) but you know he's going to lose because the poor guy can't do anything to purify it.

It still feels like such a novelty, that or they've only just realised the show has been missing them?

Darn was a lot packed into this ep, Pam and Mem chose to wipe their own memories, Kome 1 self sacrificed to complete what ever project they were all doing with Ginger.

Cinnamon is back in the picture, with the circle closing in around the link between him and Black Pepper.

And there is a bit more to the Bundoru gang than meets the eye.

The whole Yui and her Grandma thing fell rather flat though -.- and on the whole just wrapped up too nicely and conveniently.

EP 39

o.O This is like the first time they've referenced back to this since the early eps, it was starting to feel like a throw away line.

Feels a bit late to be giving this guy some attention.

Oh, a single dad household in Precure? It must be rough juggling all that and no one to support or lean on.

Secretoru has a scary, unhealthy and dangerous mindset. Good gravy, people have flaws, there is no such thing as perfection. Rosemary gets its, even if it is a little hypocritical of him.

I am actually surprised we didn't see him at all this ep, although you could say he's laying low but it seems Takumi has been filled in all this time, which is also a surprise and darn did they make that last scene rather dramatic, it's in a dark room and everything.

EP 40

You know, considering how worried he looked at the end of the last ep, this is a complete 180 or just him taking it in very good stride.

See, exploitive flaw. Yet with no stone or anything of his own, how was he protected still?

Meanwhile Takumi's dad just casually blows his sons cover. Having them side by side, they don't look all that different enough to confuse them, should have changed his eye colour as well.

(ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖ You just know there was a whole blown lecture about him using the Delicious Stone and being Black Pepper off screen before we even got to this part. Cinnamon's face says it all.

Oh Takumi, you are an unlucky one, could a character get any more short straws. Poor guy completely sucks at expressing himself, for some one who is painfully oblivious, mean while I'm sure Amane is just trolling him at this point because she feels like the only person to have caught on aside Rosemary.

Meanwhile this gag is still lost on me... why did they make this constant shopping a thing?

Smart play by Secretoru, kidnapping the fairies but is it still kidnapping when they bump into you? I mean she's not wrong, only Finale can do something with out a fairy.

At this stage Takumi has got to be super qualified to be allowed to be one if he chose to? Underselling Black Pepper like that, poor guy hasn't caught a break all series.

Now Toei, you understand the colour confusion here. You label Finale as Gold but heck, even here, you've used Purple...it makes sense for her to be a Purple Cure in that case, surely?

Aww they included him, Precious even referred to them as five. (Black Pepper has been so wasted on the whole though)

XD Like how they are all still surprised its Takumi though, as if he was the last person any of them thought it could be. The guy does throw his voice well mind you.

Yui crying confuses me though? Is it basically from relief because Takumi did take quite a nasty hit this fight? Is it something else? Apparently Yui doesn't even know why she's crying. I don't understand why she's in such hysterics? ( ô ‸ ō )….?????

They totally knew what they were doing with this scene, hoka hearts serving double duty. Although five eps from the end, seems a little late to officially be inviting him to the team. (but why are those two watching?)

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Despite all its flaws and not great writing, Takumi x Yui are still quite adorable. It is unfortunate they didn't get many scenes like this.

There was absolutely loads packed into these eps but as far as building up our finale... it is lacking. You'd think the finale was a dozen eps away still, not right around the corner.