#im anxiously waiting for the next part

[rawme-price]

Do you sign the emotional torture rock before you throw it straight at my face?

I gave it a kiss just for u <33

Anyways here's a part 2 to dog shifter!reader :]]

"They fucking what?" soap paces the hospital room. he knew it was serious when gaz called him in the middle of the night, he just didnt expect it to be this serious. ur sat anxiously on the waiting chair next to the bed, hunched over with arms crossed. self-consciously, you try to hide ur scars. a disfigured copy of the ones soap wears.

"thats- that not okay! thats horrible! i mean, staying shifted for long periods of time is already harmful, but- against your will? its deadly!" hes ranting as he paces, and you have to bite back the urge to shift. if you were a dog, he wouldnt be looking at you expectantly, wouldnt want you to make any difficult decisions.

"it wasnt against my will...." you finally mutter out, eyes glued to the floor. even talking back, a small correction, makes the hair at your neck stand up. "i choose to shift. they dont force me."

soap pauses his pacing, looks at you, actually looks at you. you look small, even as a shifter, pressing into urself. you dont look at him, you try not to flinch when his shoes enter ur vision. it feels wrong, monstrous, to be sat in front of a real shifter. unlike you, he is something good, something better. you are just a creature damned from birth, destined to be *this*. soap leans down so you can see his face, and you startle a bit at the kindness you see there, surely meant for someone else. "when you say you choose to shift, is that really true? do they ever...ever make you feel like you should shift? maybe they dont say it, but theyre more rude when you dont, or they praise you when you do?"

you purse your lips, glance away, feeling horribly seen. it feels vulnerable and stupid, like ur a child being lectured about peer pressure and not a grown adult. you dont say anything but you dont need to, soap already knew the answer. he sighs, brows furrowed. "....why dont we get something to eat, yeah? im sure gaz is tired of orange slices and jello."

he wants to tell you not to be scared. he wants to offer help, escape. he doesnt know if you are ready for that.

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ OVERSTIM WITH CALEB (PART 1) !

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: some scenarios in which caleb would react to being overstimulated !!!

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+, sub!caleb, dom!reader, dacryphilia, overstimulation, phone sex, edging

a/n :: if you can count how many times i wrote overstim/overstimulation i'll give you a cookie. lmk if you want a part two! <333

caleb would definitely adore being overstimulated. after all, he loves everything that involves you!

PHONE SEX :: he would deny, deny, deny every time you'd tease him... but late at night when he'd jack off he'd be thinking to the memories of what you'd do to him. all the begging,, squirming,, crying... it's all he ever thought about. the obsession got to the point where he's considered actually asking you to film him while you give him a handjob just so he can imagine it better when he's away from you... but it doesn't stop there. he's so bad that he'll even obey you when you guys masturbate on the phone together, going faster on himself even when he's already came ; his tip all red and angry. "good boy, caleb.. im so proud of you. keep going, just like that... squeeze yourself tighter baby, yeah. good..." you'd say into the microphone, forcing him past his limit. you wouldn't get much of a response as he's currently putting all his energy into trying to listen to you.. but a few whimpers will do just fine!!

TYING HIM UP :: he would often plead nonstop; hips stuttering down into the mattress in an attempt to run away. but his attempts are futile as he agreed to let you tie him up beforehand... before he knew your true intentions. he loves to be tied up!! regardless if you're overstimming him or not. you often hear the rattling of the bed frame hitting against the wall (accustomed by his awfully loud moans) when he tries to break free from his restraints while you're working your magic. although he may want to get away from the intense pleasure you bring him, he cant help the way he leaks a bit out onto your hand, acting as natural lube; his cock practically begging you to go faster... :(

THE FIRST TIME :: the first time you even tried to do it he was so taken aback he cried. big crocodile tears all running down his face, hands grasping at your sides while he gasped and hiccuped for you to stop. "holyfffffuck y/n pleasepleaseplease i c-cant-" he'd say, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back. he wouldn't have any control over his body or dick... heck he wouldnt be able to feel his body because of all the sensations going through him. his toes would curl and he was desperate to try and get you off of him, his little scrambled brain couldn't tell whether or not he loved or hated the pleasure:/. after you wiggled your hips a little more on him, he couldnt help but cum one more time inside you. "baby please! i-im.. fuck!nononono im cumming ohmygod-" and with that, his back would arch and his mouth would open in the cutest little scream. cuddles and encouraging words were needed after... tell him how good he was for you and that you were sorry if you went too hard... you just couldnt help it!

PUNISHMENT :: when he's done something bad he already knows he's in for it, waiting anxiously for you to find out what hes done. whether it's stealing your panties for the 100th time or your bra to cum on for the 150th time.. whatever it is, he knows you'll figure it out eventually. and when you do... not only do we have overstimulating, we're bringing in ruined orgasms, edging, slapping.. you name it!!! he loves when you edge him the most, only because he knows you'll give into him in the end. with all his begging and whining.. "please pips please.. i'll be so good next time i promise im sorry. i know i've been bad and you have all the right to be mad.. but dont do this to me. please." paired with the puppy dog eyes.. you cant help it. the same scenario would come up when you'd ruin his precious orgasms right after. he'd always forget about what happened last time and get his hopes up that you'd let him cum, but when the time comes and it's there, when his muscles lock up and eyes roll back... you stop. he cums regardless but it is so unpleasant and sad.. his cock twitching into nothing as small white streams come out of it. opening his eyes, he'd look up at you and sob.. thrusting his hips in the air for any type of friction. buuuut when you do end up touching him, the overstimulation makes its appearance. "what is it, love? i thought you wanted this. shut your pretty mouth and take it." you have to raise your voice to say this as his incoherent words are drowning you out, & when you've finally had enough of his babbling and no responses; slapping sounds like a great idea. it always shuts him up. "did you fucking hear me? take. it. no talking."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in conclusion :: overstimulate him and you'll get a (cute) mess of a boy. ;)

[rafesyangel]

What happens if reader tries to apply for a summer internship

Cw: manipulation, rafe is just toxic

It was just a quiet night The kind where silence filled the place , your vanilla scent still hung in the air. You slammed your laptop shut in excitement finally gathering the confidence turning toward rafe, nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.

“So… I’ve been thinking,” you began carefully. “There’s this summer internship you know..” you stammered around him anxiously waiting for his reaction

“I thought what if I could ap..”.

You didn’t finish. You didn’t have to. Rafe already ditched whatever he was doing and focused on you now, he had a way of silencing a room without a word.

“What do you need that for?” He calmly questioned you and you blinked.

“What?”

“I said why would you need that?” he repeated, calmly too calmly

“You’re not applying for that.” Your mouth parted in disbelief.

“Rafe, why? It’s just a summer internship. It’s not like I’m—”.

“I dont risk my life for you everyday with some lowlifes doing sketchy shit so you could go around and leave ,” he cut you , voice harder now. “How do you think you are able to afford getting your lash extensions every couple of weeks baby or your nails done ? and who is affording your expensive shopping sprees”.

“Rafe I made my mind its none of your concern i-.” He stood, towering, clearly pissed off.

“It is when it starts pulling you out of this house, out of my bed, away from me then that matters to me.” You stared at him dumbfounded

“Rafe, it’s an internship, its not like im going to stat all day away “ You were Trying your best , he cant just stop you like that

But he stepped closer, his tone dropping, colder, filled with restrained anger. “You aren’t going anywhere princess”

“I want something for me, Rafe” you suddenly snapped at him

He let out a harsh laugh. “You ? Want something? You’ve a rooftop over you , me paying your damn bills , i can provide everything you wish for ? Without even lifting a damn finger and You wanna be like one of those tough feminists now huh!?” Rafe said clearly angry at you now

“That’s not what this is, rafe i just want to be able to afford stuff myself i just kno-”

“No, it is what it is” he growled. “And you’re not doing it. You’re not wasting your precious time doing stupid desk stuff working a 9 to 5 with random men and chasing their validation when you could be here with me”

You were speechless, you truly dreamt of that position most of your life and he just stopped you like that

Maybe he was right

Maybe he doesn’t want you to spend your coming years trapped in a boring job barley getting paid , while you could just sleep in his arms everyday the only thing on your little mind is your next new hair color

There it was.

He didn’t shout or yell or force, Just declared. Unmovable. Like everything Rafe said when he decided something for you, He tilted his head, voice softening into something so sweet the kind of sweetness that made your stomach twist.

“Why do you wanna fill your pretty head with such nonsense baby?” He cooed , big hands wrapped around your face as his finger removed that one tear that fell from your glassy eyes

you felt the tears already forming struggling to hold it in, not from weakness, but fury

You were starting to understand him now how he is right until rafe opened his mouth and it felt like he dropped a bucked of cold freezing water on you

“But i…i..already sent in the application,” you said, “they should call me in the next hours” Rafe didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink., He just gave a slow, smile

“You won’t get a call. I made sure of that.” Your heart dropped.“What?”He leaned in, kissed your cheek and whispered to you

“Dumb little puppy remember when when you asked me to fix your MacBook for you?didn’t you? I did that “

“Then I hit ‘delete.’ You’re welcome, baby”

“You forgot to close the tab sweetheart”

And just like that, rafe once again ruined your chances :(

[amybloomz]

ᯓ★ everything eats and is eaten.

where tobias erin rodgers was your best friend.

author’s note: this wasn’t a request i just rlly wanted to write this. it’s inspired by the song ingydar by adrianne lenker bc ive been rlly into their songs recently! also ive seen the creepypasta hcs req, im working on it!!

masterlist. , part two

despite being friends with toby for so long, you hated going to his house. it was always cold, and the air felt tense. your mother was friends with toby’s mother, connie, so you’d been to his house quite a few times now. this time shouldn’t feel different, but it does.

your heart jumps to your throat, and you break out into a cold sweat. anxiously, you knock on the door. something was wrong. your gut was screaming at you to run the other way— but you couldn’t leave toby alone. you needed to know that he was okay.

the shouts from inside quieten down, and you can hear shuffling from behind the door. you hold your breath as each latch is undone, waiting in anticipation for the gates of hell to open. the air seems to still as the door knob twists.

you sigh in relief as connie’s kind face peaks through the crack of the door, and she opens it wide enough to allow you to sneak through. she offers you up a kind smile and nothing more before pointing you upstairs.

the steps creak as you walk up them, your heartbeat quickening. you grip onto the railings to try and provide yourself some support as your body shakes. a cool breeze sweeps itself through the house, though it feels like a harsh wind as it whistles.

knock five times in that specific pattern and the door will always open. like a secret password, but safer because nobody remembers knock patterns unless they mean something. only this time, your password didn’t work. you call out to him— no reply. you press your ear against the door, cupping it to try and receive any sign of life.

nothing. not even shuffling.

you try the door and it’s locked. of course it’s locked. you try it more harshly, shaking the door in a desperate effort to break it open. nothing. you let go, sitting on the floor and leaning your back against the cold wood of the door. everything in this house felt cold.

you flip your phone open, checking your messages. nothing. you check the date and time next— you weren’t late, nor were you early, and you hadn’t shown up on the wrong day. you look across the hall. connie’s dull eyes stare back at you. or something behind you.

you slowly stand back up, trying the door again. open.

toby’s room was a mess. it always has been. you pick up any clothes obstructing your path as you walk into the room, dumping them into his overflowing laundry basket. you make a mental note to bring it downstairs once you’re done.

turning to his bed, you stare at his silhouette curled in on itself underneath the covers. an occasional twitch or jerk gives his hiding place away, but if you didn’t know any better you’d assume there was a pile of soft toys under there. you sit on the edge, careful not to disrupt is position in fear of making him worse.

“toby?” your voice is gentle, soft. his head slowly peaks out from under the covers, his deep brown eyes wide with fear. you notice now that he’s shaking.

“he’s coming to get me, and he’ll get you too, you have to hide, quickly,” he whispers with genuine alarm— you gasp as he grips onto you tightly. he opens the covers to allow you to get under with him, and you comply to allow him some peace of mind.

“who’s coming to get us, toby?”

“they all tried to call me crazy, dear old dad even told me that he’ll send me away, but you believe me, don’t you? you believe that the tall man will take us, right?”

suddenly you’re six years old and hiding under the bed with your best friend. he’s telling you that the tall man is going to get you both if you if he sees you, so you must stay under the bed to hide from him. you believe your best friend, of course, because why wouldn’t you?

maybe you’re eleven, and toby’s pulling you into his closet because the tall man is standing near his bed and you have to hide or else he’ll take you away. this time, you try to leave the closet. you hate tight spaces. but toby is so insistent and he continues to pull you back— his grip on you is so tight you’re convinced it’s going to bruise.

now you’re 17, and you’re under the covers with your best friend as he begs you to beleive him. but you say nothing. what can you say in this situation? after all, you were aware of toby’s mental state. you chalked it up to years of verbal abuse from not just his peers during his short time at school, but from his own blood— his father. the ‘tall man’ he was seeing was simply a manifestation of how he sees his father. a large, intimidating man who is going to take everything away from him.

you slowly lift off the covers, much to toby’s horror. he begins to shake more vigorously, his twitching becoming more frequent, almost urgent. you still. he pulls you back down harshly and vigorously pulls the covers back over the both of you.

“are you trying to get us killed? he’s not afraid to hurt us you know?! you’re absolutely crazy..”

you’re taken aback by his words; you choose to stay silent before you say something you regret. you’re scared to breathe.

seconds tick by and soon they become minutes, and minutes evolve into hours. his vigorous shaking calms to gentle tremors— his jerking becomes less frequent. he seems calm. tense, but calm.

“i’m going to kill him,”

nevermind.

“kill who? the tall man?”

“no. but the tall man is going to help me,”

he zones out again, you don’t pressure him to answer your question— or maybe you’re just too afraid of the answer. whatever the reason, you go about the rest of the day as normal. you turn on the tv and watch shitty horror movies to make fun of the protagonists until it’s 5pm, and by then it’s time for you to go.

connie looks surprised when toby steps out of his room behind you— the first expression you’ve seen her make in a while. he never tends to walk you out of the house, but he made a point to do it this time. as you opened the door, rain attacks all of your senses, and a shiver runs up your spine.

“take this,”

toby drops his hoodie ontop of your head, laughing at your shocked expression. despite this, you put it on, rolling up the sleeves slightly and pull the hood over your head.

“i’ll return it tomorrow, 8am sharp as always i promise,”

“that’s alright, i’ve got loads anyways, i’ll see you another time alright?”

you wave goodbye, and you hear the door shut behind you. the tight feeling in your chest returns. dread.

“ I’m Victoria Smith and this is your twelve o’clock news. A family home has been burned to the ground— the father dead, the mother spared, and the son missing. ”

[memorabxlia]

TENDER MOMENTS ━ 제이크

Pairing: idol!jake x fem!reader Summary: "You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced over at Jake. "Are you ready?" Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I've never been more ready." WC: 1.9k Genre: idol!au, parents!au, tooth rotting fluff Nets: @blossomnet

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest as you glanced over at Jake. He looked at you with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, his fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh.

“Are you ready?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’ve never been more ready,” he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

With trembling hands, you reached out and handed him the pregnancy test. He took it from you, his breath catching in his throat as he stared down at the small window, willing the lines to appear.

Seconds stretched into eternity as you both waited with bated breath. And then, there it was – two pink lines, faint but unmistakable, a silent confirmation of the new life growing inside you.

Jake’s eyes widened in disbelief, his lips parting in a wordless gasp. He looked up at you, his face breaking into a wide grin as tears of joy welled up in his eyes.

“We’re going to be parents,” he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

You nodded, your own tears spilling over as you reached out to him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

As the weeks turned into months, your belly began to swell with the growing life inside you, each kick and flutter a gentle reminder of the miracle taking place within.

It was a warm afternoon, the sun streaming through the windows of your cozy living room as you sat on the couch, your belly protruding proudly. Jake fussing over you like an overprotective mother hen.

“Jake, I’m fine,” you insisted, rolling your eyes affectionately as he fluffed up the pillows behind you for the umpteenth time. “I can handle sitting down by myself.”

But Jake wasn’t convinced. He knelt down beside you, his hands gently cradling your belly as he pressed a soft kiss against your bump. “ I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” he murmured, his voice filled with love and concern.

You smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek tenderly. “I know,” you replied, your heart swelling with gratitude for his unwavering support. “But you don’t have to worry so much. Im 37 weeks pregnant, not incapacitated.”

Jake chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders as he leaned in to to press a kiss against your lips. ”I know,” he admitted, his voice softening with affection. “I just can’t help it. I want to take care of you and our little one.”

You melted into his embrace, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words. “And you’re doing an amazing job,” you whispered, pressing a lingering kiss against his forehead.

As you settled back against the pillows, Jake curled up beside you, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders.

The next day, as you sat in the nursery, surrounded by the soft glow of pastel-colored walls and the sweet scent of baby powder, you and Jake found yourselves lost in a flurry of activity, putting the finishing touches on the room that would soon welcome your little one.

Jake carefully assembled the crib, his brow furrowed in concentration as he followed the instructions step by step. You, meanwhile, busied yourself with folding tiny onesies and arranging them in the dresser drawers, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips with each tiny garment you touched.

As you worked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jake, marveling at the love and dedication etched into every line of his face. He was going to be an amazing father, you knew, and the thought filled you with a warmth that spread from the tips of your toes to the depths of your heart.

"Hey," Jake said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. He looked up from his task, his eyes softening as they met yours. "I can't wait to see her in this crib."

You smiled, crossing the room to wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder as you watched him work. "Me too," you replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "It's going to be perfect."

And as you stood there together, surrounded by the love and anticipation that filled the nursery, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm.

But little did you know, the storm was about to arrive sooner than expected.

Later that evening, as you settled down for dinner, a sudden gush of warm liquid between your legs sent your heart racing with excitement and apprehension.

"Jake," you gasped, your voice trembling with urgency as you clutched at his arm. "I think... I think my water just broke."

Instantly, Jake sprang into action, his eyes wide with panic as he helped you to your feet and guided you towards the front door.

"Let's go," he said, his voice steady and reassuring despite the chaos swirling around you. "We're going to meet our baby girl."

The car sped down the familiar streets, the neon lights of the city blurring into streaks of color as you and Jake hurtled towards the hospital. Inside the car, the atmosphere crackled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy, the anticipation of meeting your baby girl almost palpable.

Jake's hands gripped the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity, his focus unwavering as he navigated the late-night traffic with practiced ease. Beside him, you sat clutching your belly, each contraction sending waves of discomfort rippling through your body.

"You're doing great, love," Jake said, stealing a quick glance at you before returning his attention to the road. "Just a little while longer and we'll be at the hospital."

You nodded, forcing a smile through the pain. "I can't believe it's finally happening," you whispered, your voice filled with awe and wonder.

Jake reached out, his hand finding yours and squeezing it gently. "I know," he replied, his voice soft with emotion. "But we've got this. We're in this together, remember?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth spread through your chest at his words. "Together," you echoed, leaning into his touch as another contraction washed over you.

As the minutes ticked by, the intensity of the contractions grew stronger, each one bringing you closer to the moment you had been waiting for. Jake's steady presence beside you was a source of comfort and strength, his voice a soothing anchor in the midst of the storm.

"Just breathe, love," he said, his voice calm and reassuring as he guided you through each contraction. "You're doing amazing."

You nodded, focusing all of your energy on the rhythmic rise and fall of your breath, letting Jake's steady voice wash over you like a gentle tide.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity but also no time at all, the familiar shape of the hospital loomed into view, its bright lights beckoning like a beacon in the night.

"We're here," Jake said, his voice filled with relief as he pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Hang in there, love. We're almost there."

As you and Jake hurried through the sliding doors of the hospital's entrance, the bustling atmosphere of the maternity ward enveloped you in a whirlwind of activity. Nurses and doctors hurried past, their voices mingling with the soft hum of machines and the distant sound of crying babies.

Jake's hand tightened around yours, his eyes wide with excitement and nerves as he scanned the bustling ward for a familiar face.

"Excuse me!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos as he approached a passing nurse. "My wife is in labor. We need help!"

The nurse turned towards you, her eyes widening in recognition as she took in your flushed face and the telltale signs of impending childbirth.

"Right this way," she said, her voice calm and reassuring as she led you towards a nearby room. "We'll take good care of you."

As you entered the room, a wave of relief washed over you, the sterile scent of disinfectant mingling with the warm, comforting embrace of familiarity. The nurse bustled around, preparing the room for your arrival, while Jake hovered anxiously by your side, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You're doing great, love," he whispered, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "We're almost there."

You nodded, squeezing his hand tightly as another contraction washed over you, each one bringing you closer to the moment you had been waiting for with bated breath.

And then, suddenly, it was time. With a final push and a cry that echoed through the room, your baby girl entered the world, her tiny cries filling the air with a sound sweeter than any melody you had ever heard.

"It's a girl!" the nurse exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she placed the squirming bundle of blankets into your arms.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed down at your daughter, her tiny fingers curling around yours as if to say, "Hello, Mommy."

Jake wrapped his arms around you both, his face a mask of pure love and awe as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "Absolutely perfect."

After keeping you for a few days to make sure everything was normal, the hospital room was filled with a soft, golden light as you and Jake stood by the bassinet, marveling at the tiny bundle nestled within. Your daughter, Melody, slept soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling in a rhythm as gentle as a lullaby.

"We get to take her home today," you whispered, your voice filled with wonder as you reached out to stroke Melody's soft cheek.

Jake nodded, a wide grin spreading across his face as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead. "I can't wait," he replied, his voice filled with excitement.

As the nurses bustled around, preparing Melody for her journey home, you and Jake took turns admiring her tiny fingers and toes, marveling at the perfection of every tiny feature.

"She's so beautiful," Jake murmured, his eyes shining with pride and wonder as he reached out to gently stroke Melody's cheek.

"She's perfect," you agreed, a lump forming in your throat as you watched Jake bond with your daughter. "Absolutely perfect."

And then, finally, it was time. With one last check from the nurse and a bundle of paperwork to sign, you and Jake were ready to embark on the journey of bringing Melody home.

As you stepped out into the hallway, Melody nestled safely in your arms, a wave of emotion washed over you. This was it – the moment you had been waiting for since the day you found out you were expecting.

Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his touch warm and reassuring as you made your way towards the exit. Outside, the sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the world as you stepped out into the fresh air.

"We're a family now," Jake said, his voice filled with pride and wonder as he looked down at Melody sleeping peacefully in your arms.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you leaned into Jake's embrace. "We sure are," you replied, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the two most important people in your life.

And as you climbed into the car and began the journey home, the weight of responsibility and the joy of parenthood settled around you like a warm blanket, comforting and reassuring as you embarked on the greatest adventure of your lives.

❥﹒ enhypen taglist: @minkilicious @casemoa143

[sopostflower]

Rodrick x BandLeader!Reader

WARNINGS: Tad bit suggestive, Rodrick is down bad and a loser, reader plays the bass, i guess that's it. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

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Rodrick heffley hates your guts. He's been saying it for way too long

So it is unexpected when he comes to you right before talent show to wish you good luck, looking away trying to look cool and hide the very obvious blush on his cheeks.

"i'm just gonna say that i still hate you, but, from band member to band member.... good luck."

The last part of the phrase is softer, as if he meant it way too much.

"Thanks Heffley, make sure to not cream your pants while im singing"

You tease, poking your tongue out at him, smirking as you enter the stage, bass hanging low on your hips as you get in front of the mic. the lights turn on and the band is presented before "i hate myself for loving you" by Joan Jett starts playing.

You do very weel, messing up just a single time, but still covering it up well by performance, just like on the clip you watched way too many times on the internet.

By the end everyone apllauds and you wave and get off the stage, the next person that is gonna play, or should you say band, is rodrick's Löded Dipër.

You're not an asshole by any means, so you just turn around to your band

"im gonna stay a little, i got... bussiness"

The others nod and leaving, chatting about how the show was great and then rodrick appears. You cross your arms and look at him with a smirk, he smirks back at you.

"Are you here because..?"

"I'm polite okay, i'm just here to also wish you good luck"

You gesture around with a shit-eating grin, he rolls his eyes, scoffing and loking back at you

"Sure, dipshit"

"Hey... i'm being serious, good luck"

You tap his shoulder twice before waling out, leaving a slightly stunned and red faced rodrick behind.

He enters the stage and their song starts, "exploded diper" you can assume is the title. A little smile is on your lips as you watch them play.

At the end everybody apllauds and then, rodrick comes do the mic. you raise an eyebrow.

"I... i want to talk with a person that is in the crowd, you know who you are, meet me backstage"

He says hesitantly and then they exit the stage.

You are sure it is you, who else would it be? So you get up and walk backstage to see Rodrick anxiously fidgeting with his drumstick, it spins around on his fingers as he bites his lip, he looks up and sees you standing and immediatly corrects his posture, even though he's still visibly anxious.

"To be honest... i really didn't think you would come" He starts, voice low and shaky "I... don't even know how to say what i want to say..."

You raise an eyebrow and look at him with a small smile "Why not start with calming down, huh?" you take astep closer "what is is Heffley?" you whisper with a small smirk.

"I... Uhm... that was not the song i wanted to play acctualy... the song i indeed wanted to play was" He takes a piece of folded paper from his backpocket and handles it to you "this one... about.... you.." He whispers the last two words, as if he didn't want you to hear it.

You are a little surprised, eyebrows shooting up as you grab the paper, unfloding it to read in big bold letters... and weird spelling.... "NOT ANODER SONG ABOUT LOVE". You read trough it and a warm smile spreads trough your lips.

Rodrick Heffley hates your guts... at least he says so. You walk closer, faces separated by mere centmeters as you look into his eyes

"Should have told me sooner Rodrick"

His name rolls sweetly off your lips before you close the gap and kiss him .

He takes a little, but when he processes what is happening, he kisses back and is hungry, like he's been waiting for it for way too long, but at the same time is delicate, his hands find a way to your waist, drumsticks long forgotten on the floor, as yours cup his cheek, bringing him closer.

When you separate, you look at him, a little smirk on your lips. "So you did cream your pants, huh?"

He blushes way too intensely for someone who hates your guts, maybe because you found out he doesn't.

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A/N: Might write a smut following this, but only if someone comes in my inbox because I'm lazy as fuck sorry

[bitterbutblue]

i'm right where you left me - castorice x reader

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and if i could take it all back i swear that i would pull you from the tide

~ one of my all time favourite songs fr, im ngl imjust going through another episode but instead of processing it like a normal person i just write fanfiction instead ~

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Who you first truly fall in love with will shape the way you show love to others. They shape the way you view love, especially after you lose it. There are those lucky enough to stay with their first true loves, and there are those who experience watching someone who knew how many freckles were on your face become a stranger you pass by on the streets without as much of a second glance. But you both still feel your heart stutter slightly, a small flutter that can be accompanied with a bittersweet twist, maybe one fuelled with anger, or maybe one of longing- even after all this time. You wonder what happened, why she went from your home to nothing but a shell of someone you once knew. She is still her, she is a new version of her. One you can't read like you used to. A book that you know the story of inside and out, but written in a language you can't understand. The day you lost the love of your life to fate dividing the path you've been walking on together was the day you learned what heartbreak really meant. It's not screaming and sobbing and crying- that is simply an accompaniment to heartbreak. The real heartbreak was standing alone on the streets when you see a blooming flower and you think to yourself that she would have loved this. You think to yourself you want to show her this. You realise to yourself she is not here anymore.

Heartbreak is that sense of emptiness that follows that realisation, where you are a void waiting to be filled. Hollowness rumbling through your chest, leaving you with only a desire to crumble to your knees, curling up into a ball and just staying there with the pieces of your heart left up for grabs.

"Hey, come on, let's go."

You had forgotten what you were staring at, only knowing that some part of you had been drawn to this item on display at a bookstore and it reminded you of her. Himeko's voice snapped you out of it, and you force yourself to look away.

"Okay."

It doesn't fade, even though it has been over a year since she ended things with you. You still hold onto what had happened, how things unfurled. You wished more than anything that there was some way for you to turn back time, for you to have maybe loved her a bit harder so that she could still be in your life. You want to not believe in fate in that moment, because it would mean that you were predestined to be driven apart and nothing you can do would've kept her in your life.

"Are you okay?" Himeko asks you softly, her eyes darting across your face anxiously. Your eyes have that same glazed over look that you've carried ever since that day, it shows when you see something that's the same colour as her lilac eyes or maybe a blooming clematis. You clench your fist, letting out a short sigh as you nod.

"Yeah."

You have your ups and downs, some days Himeko will find you flirting with a woman at a bar, the next she will find you moping in in the parlor car when you think everyone else is asleep. You stare off into space often during moping sessions, your brain going through a flurry of thoughts and regrets and 'what if's even if you face is completely stoic. She knows, because whenever you get into these types of states your eyes are completely hollow. The usual spark when you are out with March and Dan Heng is gone, the usual light that shows around Stelle is gone. When you're alone, your eyes lose the light it once had and you become a shell. It hurts to watch from afar, knowing there was nothing she could do except simply watch you hurt. She's offered out a hand multiple times, but every time you turned her down. You say you'll get through it, and maybe the next day you do a bit better, but you're always hurting.

"It does get better, you know?"

She remembers the day Castorice broke up with you, how you had turned up to her doorstep with tears in your eyes but you never cried. You sat on her floor, staring at a spot on the ground and she sits next to you. You say nothing, only letting out shaky sighs once in a while as you look down to wipe at a tear that threatens to fall. She's afraid to reach out to touch you, worried that you will crumble and break completely. So she sits with you. Through all of it.

"I know."

Now you two are sat on the floor again, except this time it's been over a year and a half.

"I feel stupid for still caring." You whisper out "I fucked it up, so why am I still..."

"You loved her." Himeko frowns "It's understandable. You don't ever move on from your first love that fast."

You swallow painfully, trying to force down the lump in your throat.

"You don't let yourself grieve because you think you don't deserve it." Himeko says softly, and you tense up but she keeps going "But you have to. You made a mistake, you hurt her. You think you don't deserve to grieve but-"

"No." Your voice is strained, you feel the same burn in the back of your throat, the same feeling right before you break into tears and you just need that feeling to go away because you cant't cry "I don't deserve to."

You look down, wiping away at a tear.

"I just hope she knows I'm really sorry."

Himeko knows that whatever she says next will have no effect on what you think or say. She can give you all the advice there is on this earth, but you still refuse to do anything to make a change. So you're stuck there, even after all this time. Stuck in the same place she left you, rusting, cobwebs growing. A statue frozen in time, a permanent reminder of heartbreak.

Another year will pass, and you find that the pain will begin to dull down from a sharp sear into more of a dull ache that beats with your heart. It becomes a part of you. You don't find yourself drawn to anyone like you were drawn to her, you find yourself unable to love anyone because you compare everybody to her.

"Will I ever love again?" You mumble, pushing the now-empty glass away from you as you lean against the bar table. Himeko sighs, taking a sip from her espresso martini that you had so kindly bought for her.

"Yes."

"But it's been over two years-"

"Y/n." She looks at you with a more firm expression, reaching out to put a hand on yours "There is no timeline for healing, you don't need to rush anything. Take it at your own pace, but just know there is more to life than a heartbreak and there is more to love than romance."

You drop your head on the table, letting out a quiet groan.

"I don't wanna date ever again."

She laughs.

"For now, maybe you shouldn't."

A few months later, you find yourself walking through the streets of Amphoreous with Stelle. You don't like being back, with every corner of every street reminding you of her. How a place can scream her name, you will never understand. How she has left her mark on every cornerstone and every brick in every wall, you will never understand. But you are going to move on, you tell yourself. It is all in the past, it-

The sight of lilac hair has your heart stopping in your chest, an iciness rushing through you that you haven't felt since the last time you ran into her on the streets two weeks after she broke up with you. Her eyes meet yours, and you notice the way her small smile drops and that breaks you in ways you didn't even realise could be broken. Already shattered pieces now disintegrating into dust, fading into the memories you had with her.

You want her to walk towards you, maybe hold eye contact for a bit longer, shoot you a look or a smile or a frown or anything. Initiate something. Instead, she looks away first, and you turn around because you don't want Stelle to see the tears that are falling. You put a hand up to your face, trying to stop yourself, trying to stop the waterfall but it doesn't happen. Broken sobs fall from your lips as you push past the crowd, Stelle hot on your tail and calling your name but you don't hear her. You just run, you run wherever your legs can take you. Maybe it's the edge of the earth, maybe you can finally fall off and disappear into the depths of nothing. Instead you find yourself instinctively running back to the express. You find yourself collapsing onto the floor of your room, and for the first time since it all ended, you scream with no voice.

[criminalamnesia]

If it's not too much would you consider a roommates! Gaz and Soap where you need temporary housing and they offer to put you up for a couple of months in return for some housekeeping and cooking? But then it's awkward sharing a space with three people and two bedrooms so you end up a free use maid ✨

so I’ve been thinking about this,,, and I’m actually changing your idea a little bit (I hope that’s okay!)

also I got completely carried away with this and I miiight already be thinking about a part two where things get a little spicier, like you asked! 👀 keep a look out :))

(also I will 100% write for roommate!johnny&gaz eventually but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head!)

you’re soap’s sister, and when you tell him you need a place to stay, he doesn’t hesitate.

it didn’t click in his mind how your moving in may pose a problem until he’s helping you pack your stuff into a van.

one— he lives with gaz, and he may have forgotten to tell his roommate that they’re adding a third to their already small apartment.

two— there’s only two bedrooms.

gaz was currently on a special assignment, so these two things weren’t a huge problem at the moment. johnny shoots his teammate a text, informing him of the predicament and apologizing for just now telling him.

gaz responds, obviously a little peeved, and johnny’s suddenly absorbed in his phone, trying to soothe ruffled feathers and make this work.

you’re huffing as you keep shoving boxes into the van, your muscly brother now too preoccupied to continue helping.

“little help here, johnny?” you call from the trunk, and johnny startles from his spot leaning against the side of the truck.

by the time he clicks his phone off and resumes helping you, him and gaz have settled things.

you’d have johnny’s bedroom. johnny could sleep in gaz’s room until gaz got back home. and the rest would be worked out at a later date.

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you’ve never met gaz before. sure, johnny has told you all about his teammates and his roommate in particular, but you’ve never actually met the man until now.

he makes you screech in terror, holding the broom you’d been using to sweep the kitchen up like a sword. he chuckles.

“how’d you get in here?” your eyes are wide, taking in the man in front of you, and then it clicks. you remember the pictures johnny had shown you.

this was gaz.

and fuck, he was hot.

“I live here, love.” he says, his tone obviously amused as he looks you up and down. “gonna put that down? or will I be sporting some broom-shaped bruises for the next week?”

“oh, sorry—” you scramble to put the broom down, leaning it against one of the kitchen counters. “I didn’t hear you come in, and johnny didn’t tell me you’d be home today.”

“he didn’t know,” gaz shrugged, walking further into the kitchen now that your weapon of choice had been set aside. “where is he, by the way? we’ve got a lot of talking to do. gotta figure out this room situation.”

you pick at your cuticles anxiously as you shuffle out of the way, allowing gaz to open the fridge. he grabs a bottle of water and twists the lid off, and you’re mesmerized.

wait, what?

you mentally shake yourself from your stupor.

“um, he’s at the gym i think. he should be home soon.”

gaz nods, taking a swig from his water. his eyes settle on you once more as he shuts the fridge door.

“but about the bedrooms,” you start, taking a step towards him. “johnny can have his back. im fine with the couch, and—”

“oh, absolutely not, love. I’d sooner take the couch than make you sleep on it.”

“no no,” you say, shaking your head. “I’ve already caused enough problems by moving in. please let me—”

he cuts you off again with a dazzling smile. “it’s settled, love. you’re not sleeping on the couch. and your moving in isn’t a problem, trust me.”

damn, he’s smooth. you feel your cheeks getting hot, and you have to force yourself to look away from him before you melt.

“okay, well, if you won’t let me take the couch, at least let me do the chores and stuff, yeah? it’s not like I have much else to do,” you tell him with a dry chuckle. the whole reason you’d resorted to moving in with johnny was because you were between jobs right now.

you quite literally had all the time in the world to help around the apartment.

kyle almost looks like he’s going to protest again, but he doesn’t. he must see how much you want to do this, how badly you feel for ‘interrupting’ (you’re absolutely not, and although he’d been miffed about johnny not asking him about you moving in at first, he couldn’t care less now. you were stunning).

at his silence, you give a firm nod. “alright then,” you grin, and he matches your expression. “nice to finally meet you, gaz.”

“kyle,” he says, and your smile widens the tiniest bit.

“kyle.” you say, as if testing the word out on your tongue.

“sis, y’home? I was thinking chinese for dinner!” johnny calls out as the door to the apartment opens. he steps inside, toeing off his shoes before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

“you shite!” johnny laughs out as he spots gaz in the kitchen. they both chuckle, embracing each other in short hug, slapping each other on the back.

“y’broken?” you hear johnny ask, and gaz shakes his head.

“nah, all good.”

johnny nods, patting gaz on the shoulder before his eyes shift to you.

“see y’ve met my sis,” he says, moving towards you and ruffling your hair. you groan, slapping at his hand. gaz laughs. “hope she hasn’ given ya trouble.”

“I just came in,” gaz says, eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

“so she hasn’ had the chance yet, then,” johnny jokes, and you roll your eyes. “chinese alrigh’ gaz?”

the other man nods, and the two soldiers fall into familiar conversation. you feel as though you’re intruding, and you attempt to slip out of the kitchen unnoticed, but gaz stops you by mentioning your name.

“I was just telling your sister that she’s not sleeping on the couch,” he tells johnny, and then his eyes slide to you. you look sheepish, like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar.

“oh, o’course not,” johnny agrees. “I can take the couch, she’s my sister.”

“we could switch, yeah?” kyle looks at johnny. “that couch isn’t that comfortable, mate. I don’t wanna be hearin’ you complain about your back in a few days.”

johnny laughs, but nods. “sounds good. looks like you’re livin’ the life then, aye?” he says to you, and you open your mouth to speak, but kyle beats you to it.

“actually, we were just talking about all that. your lovely sister here was saying she’d like to keep the flat clean.”

“s’that so?” johnny questions, eyebrows raised as he looks at you. “y’don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, johnny. it’s the least I can do after barging in on your lives.”

you can tell by the look on your brother’s face that he’s going to argue, so you swiftly cut him off.

“no arguments! it’ll give me something to do anyways.”

johnny concedes, then excuses himself to shower. you tell him you’ll order the food as he leaves the kitchen.

you and kyle are alone again, and his eyes are trained on you. you clear your throat before fishing your phone out of your pocket.

“what’s your order?” you ask him.

kyle grins. he knows what he’s doing to you.

god, this was going to be an interesting stay.

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author’s note:

this is my first time really writing both johnny and Kyle, so I apologize if they seem ooc!

[mi-co-uk]

empty pages

─── expired reader has been told she's dying. but how much does it matter if she wanted to anyway? best friend matt is heartbroken to be losing the girl he never shared his feelings for - until now.

expired reader x matt

a/n NOT PROOFREAD IM LAZYY

warnings: mentions of sickness and treatment plans, consistent theme of death and dying aswell as suicidal thoughts. also matt is so cutie i need him to confess his love for reader NOW (i literally control when it happens 😐) vague mentions of panic attacks and nightmares. SERIES ITSELF will contain angst fluff and smut <3

wc: 1.5k

PART TWO

the creak of the swingset created a combination of annoyance and comfort. it echoed your childhood in a sense, the hours spent swinging (not too high) back and forth due to being far too scared of the slide.

you peered over at it - now having grown almost to the height of it, you didn't understand what you had been so afraid of.

the playground equipment was all rusted over, not even used by the kids who lived nearby. it wasn't the centre for making friends as it use to be. regardless, it still held the memory of where you met matt.

he hadn't been scared of the slide - he just couldn't get a turn. his rowdy brothers hogged it relentlessly, matt found their game funny initially but he grew tired of waiting for them to see him waiting.

the girl on the swing next to you was swaying obnoxiously, yelling to her mum about how high she was swinging on her own. you didn't understand how she was doing it physically, aswell as without fear.

"can I push?" after standing beside the poles that dug the swingset into the ground, he'd mustered to the courage to ask you a question. he felt kind of sorry for you, on your own in a park full of people.

he started off overly gentle, as if sensing your fear or being afraid to push you off it entirely.

it wasn't much but it was more than you could manage on your own. you also found yourself a little less scared.

you're on the same swing now - terrified, but for a different reason. now you were scared of dying - not from swaying too high on a swingset or falling from the well known dramatic height of a slide, but from your own body giving up on itself.

what hadn't changed was that you always had known that there wasn't much life in you.

the position of the swingset allows you to see over the horizon, admiring the pinkish tints of the clouds as you await matts return. you hear his scuffling behind you, his footsteps snapping the small branches laying across the floor. hear stands in front of you handing you a small pot of ice cream, a wide grin on his face as he giggles to himself. you smile in response, his laughter infectious as he sets himself on the swingset to your left.

"why are you laughing?" you can't help but continue giggling, his optimism always seemingly amplified around you.

his giggles heighten in response, "I dont know, I'm just excited"

"for the ice cream"

he giggles and nods in response. you chuckle and shake your head, licking the ice cream off your spoon. the laughter settles down, silently enjoying each other's company as you watch the sunset and savour your ice cream.

you've always been somewhat jealous of matt. despite his struggles with anxiousness and his unsurety in himself that have debilitated him a lot in life, he's always managed to make the most of himself. he's not entirely confident, but he manages. his life gets stressful, but he manages. it's an attribute you somewhat wish you had.

sometimes you wanna be better. you want to be happy and actually live for once but a life like that is so inconsistent. no one can ever be constantly joyful and living the life they want. you want something secure and death is the most assured thing there is.

matt notices the drop of your emotions much lower than before, nudging your knee with his. you look up to his comforting smile and sympathetic eyes. trust you to find a way to bring down the mood already.

"you okay?" matts first to break the silence, taking the final mouthful of ice cream and setting the tub down by the side of the swingset.

you mumble a 'yeah', obviously not filling matt with confidence that it's a genuine response.

"what u thinkin'?" he persists.

you hesitate before bringing it up. you wanted to avoid it but it's gonna come up eventually.

"I um, I had a call."

"yeah? with who?" matts eyes a fixed in your direction despite your bodies refusal to hold eye contact.

"the hospital."

short answers are less anxiety inducing. but they definitely also prolong the length of torture. matt stays silent, giving you the space to speak at your own pace.

"about treatments. well- a-an appointment to talk about them." you finally look back up to matt, unsure of whether to continue.

"when's that? I'll come with you."

"um. yesterday" you voice falters towards the end, becoming a mumble in lack of confidence.

matts eyebrows scrunch in vague confusion. "I didn't go." you confirm matts suspicions.

you were thoroughly aware that the consequences of bringing that up to matt before the appointment would result you in actually going. hence the fact you didn't mention it.

matts head is swarming with conflicting emotions. he doesn't want to push you into something but he also has an obvious overwhelming desperation to keep you around. and a way to do that is with your treatment.

"you don't want treatment?" matt finally responds.

you can only shake your head.

you finally stop moving around the remainder of your ice cream and set the pot down, gaining grip on the chain attached to your swing. you plant your feet more firmly on the ground, allowing you to look directly away from matt and his pity.

"I'm tired of being sick, matt. treatment might not even work. 'm not sure if it's worth it." you're not sure if you're worth it.

"but it also might work." matt tried desperately to maintain his outward calm. "you could try it."

"I dont wanna try it, matt, I don't even want it to work."

though he isn't the one dying, matt felt his life drain further from his body. every fibre of him wanted to convince you that you were wrong. he almost wanted to confess all his feelings in the hope it would give you the motivation to try - to live for him.

"I dont wanna go through all that just be depressed still by the end of it. I don't wanna keep being someone for everyone to worry about. I don't wanna people to think I wanted to try living because then it's as if I never suffered at all." the words spill out before you evaluate the weight of them. you're not trying to dump it onto matt you just need him to understand. "I'm not trying to make you pity me, matt I just-"

"I dont get to pity you, don't you get that? none of us do."

his gaze on you feels much heavier, less focused on being cautious of every word out his mouth.

"we don't get to pity you because we all know you want this."

"what, you sit around with everyone talking about how I'm a suicidal fuck up?" you accuse, tone of voice almost repulsed.

"of course not! we just know you're in pain! you always have been, mentally and now physically. I fucking hate it but there's obviously positives in it for you and it's undeniable. treatment might keep you alive but you said yourself it doesn't change your mental state and I've researched and it won't even end your pain, you just won't die."

he pauses, tears building at the brim of his eyes.

"I'm with you all the time. I see you panic attack after panic attack, nightmare after nightmare aswell as dealing with the pain attacks over and over, night after night. it's not fair on you to have to live like that. in fact I feel selfish because I want you alive despite that. I'd be there for you with that same pain cycle if it meant you were still around."

unknowingly, the tears have fallen from your own eyes, matt blinks his own away as he removes his gaze on you. youre at a loss for words. you'd neglected observing how other people were dealing with the situation - not completely but enough to have missed that others could see your death the way you see it. it was only a matter of time before yours and matts dynamic switched. you pitied him, it was an obviously complicated situation with no right response or perspective.

you reach your hand over to matts, he looks at your expression and makes a mental note of the pity in your eyes. he secures the grip of his hand in yours, fingers entwined with one another's. your hands hung inbetween the two swings.

"doesn't mean you can pity me either" matt forces a small smile, trying to lighten up the mood. he hadn't intended to let it all slip but he didn't entirely regret it either.

"'m sorry" you whisper and offer the same small smile back at him.

he chuckles a bit, "'s alright. why couldn't you be an asshole? then i wouldnt care this much." he leans his head against the chain of the swing closest to your own.

"I'm not?" you giggle.

"course not. you're you."

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[ktjislove1119]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) what dating jiung would be like

pairing : (p1h) jiung x male reader

rating : fluff

requested : yes !!! my first request thank u sm <333 i love my jiung sm so this was so fun to write and be compltely delusional

warnings : mention of mlm relationships being mis-perceived (is that a word...)??? idk i kind of incorporated how touchy and high affection relationships between two boys is often times seen as just a close, comfortable friendship instead of a romantic relationship? idk if that warrants a warning but prefacing that in case!!

a/n : okokok personally projecting on this one so bear with me but i feel like these characteristics really fit jiung idk lmk if i cooked or not

wc : 3.0k+

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ heavily into eye contact, wants to always be looking into your eyes and yours into his. there’s something so intimate about it. it makes him feel as if you are the only two people in the world and it often times just makes him feel so giddy and calm, at the same time. like, he’s so smiley whenever you two do lock eyes, gums on display and that charming smile of his so apparent. but also calm in the sense that, you two are only looking at each other, meaning that everything that he loves and cares about is right in front of him and its almost as if all of his worries wash off of his shoulders at that realization.

”i can do it,” jiung offers, anxiously watching as you cut the vegetables as your part of prep for dinner. he’s just nervous about you accidentally cutting your finger or skin, even though you’re a perfectly capable grown man. plus, he likes the idea of spoiling you — even if its small gestures.

”jij, i can do it,” you answer back quickly, forehead crinkled as you focused on your task at hand.

jiung can only sigh, watching from the sides as you continued working. after finishing all of the ingredients that needed to be cut, he gently spun you around and kissed you, “thank you for helping out,” is all you hear before focusing on your charming boyfriend that was so softly kissing you.

he’s smiling into the kiss, pulling away and keeping his hand cupped around your cheek. he’s grinning ear to ear, with what almost seems like sparkles in his eyes. his eyes on locked onto your own, suddenly looking even more enthralling. his lips were quirked into a little smirk as he watched you carefully.

his eyes were wide, waiting for your next move and then they gently closed when he saw that you were leaning in for another kiss.

(i love jiungs eyes theyre so pretty idk the shape of them makes me go so insane) (prettiest eyes in piwon confirmed) (keeho close second-)

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ okay so we all know that choi jiung is not a big touchy feely kind of guy. and that stood to be completely true at the beginning of your relationship. you’d have to be the one to initiate physical affection a lot at the beginning and at times it was kind of intimidating because you obviously knew his preferences. but a guy just needs a hug sometimes, yk so you’d hug him from time to time and he wouldn’t really fight against it. over time, he found himself loving all the touches you guys would share and then he began initiating all of the affections. it took a while for him to get completely comfortable to get to that point, but he’s so thankful that you were so patient and understanding of him.

jiung was on weverse doing a live, but it was only the audio that was being streamed. so you were both comfortable cuddling on his bed, not worried about any fans’ watching since they could only hear his voice. he was laying flat on his back, your head resting on his chest as his hand was going up and down your back. you were mindlessly scrolling on your phone as he was reading through the comments of the live.

“jiung what are you doing now? just laying down — getting ready to sleep,” he answers easily, “im trying to recharge because we were very busy today. first, we had to go to a meeting with the rest of the members, then we had practice which just ended, so now im resting and talking to p1eces,” you can hear his smile as he talks, cuddling closer to his chest and turning off your phone.

he squeezes your shoulder to convince you to sleep, which you don’t argue against.

“did i eat today? i did, i had a big meal because practice was really draining. how about you guys? eating three meals a day is very important, y’know? if you don’t eat three a day, you might get sick,” his natural ability to talk so smoothly about any subject what was made you fall asleep so soundly, his soothing voice being the last thing you heard.

and jiung was very close to ending the live and joining you, but he wanted to give some more time to p1ece since he hadn’t talked to them in so long.

“jiung, is someone snoring? is it one of the other members?” he chuckles at the comment, holding you closer as he answers, “you guys can hear that?” his cute laughter is all that p1ece heard, but in the room he was fondly looking at you, “yeah, someone is sleeping, so we have to be quiet okay?”

the chat is immediately flooded with “okay” and “yes”, making jiung smile even wider.

he talked with them for a little while longer before deciding it was time to end the live, it was getting late and he could feel the exhaustion from the entire day catching up to him. after bidding his chocochips farewell with his signature goodbye, he shut his phone off, plugged it in, and got more comfortable in bed with you.

he shuffled down, holding you tight to his body to hopefully not disrupt your slumber, and sighed in relief to be in a comfortable position. his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, securely holding you to his chest as his other hand was just sprawled over the sheets.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ is always looking for you and thinking about you. unfortunately with how hectic their schedule is, you don’t always spend a lot of time together during the day time — usually at night is when you’re together. whenever he’s with the members, staff, or anyone, he’s always talking about you (his yapping self-) or he’s thinking about you so much he’s gone nonverbal.

currently, the boys were shooting some stuff for a segment on their own variety show and while the staff around them was getting everything set up, the members were allowed to freely roam around.

“ah, [name] would like something like this,” jiung says excitedly, pointing over to some random item that caught his eyes. he knew that it matched your current aesthetic. so he turned to look at theo who was closely trailing behind him and asked, “do you think i should buy it for him?”

“yah, jiung be more careful speaking out loud like that,” theo lightly scolds, gesturing to all the mics that were around plus the ones they were already wearing.

jiung waved his hand with a smile, “they’re not filming yet,”

theo only sighs, watching as your boyfriend fondly looks at the item, “yeah, buy it for him, i think he’d like it too,”

“right? okay, i’m going really quick — if someone is looking for me i’m at the cashier,”

taeyang nods in understanding, then shaking his head at what a lovesick puppy his friend has turned into.

when shooting for the show began, they only got a couple minutes in before a staff was questioning jiung on what he was holding. the members all looked at him in curiosity, except taeyang, and all of them sighed when he shyly smiled and said, “oh, it’s for [name],”

their manager face palmed at the side, walking over and taking the bag from jiung’s hand right away, “start it over,” the manager briskly orders the filming staff, making everyone sigh in annoyance.

“sorry,” jiung apologizes, but the wide smile on his face shows he’s not all that sorry about his accidental slip up.

his mind just naturally trails off thinking of you, you’re really on his mind 24/7. if he sees something funny on his phone, he’s sending it to you immediately. if he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s taking a picture of it and sending it to you. if anyone mentions anything that could somehow relate to you, jiung is rambling on about your connection to said subject.

the members find it endearing how obviously in love with you he is, but sometimes it does get irritating when every other thing jiung talks about is you. not because it’s you, but because when jiung talks about you — he talks. they mean full blown five-ten minute ramblings about you.

they love your guys relationship and you, it’s just jiung is such an active yapper already, when it’s you it’s as if the yapping increase by a million.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ knows your preferences like they’re his own. your boyfriend is the most observant man on earth. he can easily tell when something will or will not be to your liking. this comes in handy whenever the members want to give you a gift when they’re abroad (their sweet souls-) or when they’re out at a restaurant and bringing something for you to eat at home. this gift of jiung’s also ensures that the gifts he gives you (read: he loves spoiling you all the time) are perfect and always suit your tastes.

“jiung, what about this? would he like this shirt?” keeho points to something that is hanging on the rack, eyes blown wide, “well, it’s already his favorite color-”

“no, no, he doesn’t like those designs,” jiung says, walking over and acting as your personal stylist with the way he begins to go on an in depth tangent on what your preferences are in clothing, “see, because when it’s shaped like this, he doesn’t like how it frames him. so don’t look at those types of shirts,” jiung hums, walking around the store with keeho trailing behind, “try something like this, this is something he’d definitely wear,”

keeho cheers in accomplishment, even though he didn’t really do anything, and gets to searching. jiung walks on his own, finding souvenirs for both you and him. he smiles whenever he sees something cute, but has to restrain himself from buying every singe little thing that reminds him of you. he misses you a lot…

he pulls out his phone to text you, hitting send just in time before intak is asking him for help too. the man is also looking for gifts for you and knows to consult jiung, obviously. your boyfriend is eager to help, happy to find that his close friends are so considerate of you and your souvenirs from their abroad travels.

whenever the two of you go out, a little thing that jiung does is order for you — now!!! it might sound annoying and unbearable but walk w me. so basically, you and jiung were trying a new restaurant, something that both of you enjoyed since it was a safe option. after looking over the menu for a couple of minutes, you two talk about the variety of food.

“they all look so good, i don’t know which one i should get,” you half-heartedly complain.

jiung’s eyebrows are furrowed as he reads over the menu one more time before turning it to you and pointing at one dish, “this one, i think you’d like this one. it sounds really good too,” he comments, smiling softly at the way your face visibly gets excited at the sight of the food. “i’ll order it for you?”

“yes, thank you, jiung,” you sweetly say, making him chuckle at the tone you were using. he reaches over to hold your hand, rubbing the back of it gently.

“i’m also getting this dish, so we can try each others, if you want,” seeing his selection makes you even more hungry, thinking about how you were going to be eating good tonight.

jiung’s knowledge of your preferences are so accurate that you end up eating off of both yours and his plate, and vice versa. he smiles throughout the entire dinner, finding the image of you excitedly eating the food adorable and a sight he wants to see forever. nothing more adorable than your cheeks full of food and that happy look on your face as you eat.

he is glad he was able to pick satisfactory dishes, smiling ear to ear the entire dinner with you.

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ definitely finds you as his muse. there is rarely ever a time he doesn’t involve you in his creation process for music, which is understandable since sometimes he really needs to lock in. but seriously, he finds so much inspiration in your mere presence, you really do help him so much through his writing, composing, and producing process. just by you being the room with him, it helps him so much in everything. it’s as if you lift a weight off of his shoulders.

now p1ece were aware of who you were. they didn’t think that you and jiung were dating, though, mainly due to the fact that you were both boys and they just didn’t automatically assume you were anything more than friends. it was kind of fun that way, since jiung could easily sing praises for you and be as sappy about your guys relationship and the fans will seriously play it off as “i love their friendship”

jiung appreciates that since it doesn’t put you two in an extremely uncomfortable situation and allows you two to hide your relationship in plain sight. and while he can’t really openly show you affection or speak his mind on just how much he loves you, he is glad that he can speak your names in the same sentence and his fans won’t immediately threaten you, or anything like that.

“are you sure it’s recording?” you ask, looking at the miniature camera the company had lent jiung for the rest of the day.

“yeah, when the light is red that means it’s filming,” he clarifies, making you hum in understanding. “hello, everyone,” he greets the camera, reminding himself that he has to act as if he is speaking to a live audience.

the company wanted some behind the scenes footage of jiung composing p1harmony’s songs, which explains the two of you sitting in his studio as well as the mini camera and tripod that were now on his desk.

“so this the process of me writing the first couple lyrics to one of our upcoming songs,” he explains, placing the camera down so that you were not in frame and it was mainly him and his keyboard in sight. “i have someone here to kind of help me through it, but i honestly think i know how i want to do this,”

you crack a smile at the reference to yourself, jiung already watching your reaction with a smile on his face, too.

“it’s a love ballad, softer than a lot of our songs. and it’s supposed to be on the refreshing side, so i hope i can show that process to you now,” he hums, looking at his computer screen, “should i do this or should i do that, is what i’m thinking now because i have a lot of lyrics already drafted up. i can’t show you, but i’m going through my digital notes right now,”

his words make you curiously look up, shifting in your seat to get a good glimpse of the lyrics. reading over the cheesy, sappy, and dramatic lines jiung had crafted about you makes a smile break out on your face.

“do you like them? which one is your favorite?” he asks, scooting over so you can get a better look. you’re in frame now, but it’s fine because he knows the company will blur out your face for your privacy.

all the lines jiung had written about you were all so sweet, it tempted you to give him a kiss right then and there. but you withheld, instead focusing on picking just one line to be your favorite. meanwhile, jiung is watching you like an excited kid showing something to their parent. he really loves hearing any feedback you give him as it believes it makes him a stronger artist.

his hand goes to gently caress the back of your thigh as he awaits to hear what you say. he can see in the view finder the camera can’t see it, so he’s carefree in his actions. anyone can tell that the look in his eyes is that of pure admiration, but he knows that p1ece will be none the wiser.

“hm, this one!” you point a finger at the screen, making jiung lean forward and read it over. the both of you are grinning ear to ear and those eyes of his are crinkled so obviously at the ends.

“really? those one are your favorite?” you hum in confirmation, for a moment forgetting that there is a camera recording you two. “i like those too, i feel like they’re pretty specific so it might not be that relatable to others…but to me, they’re really strong lyrics that show genuine love,” near the end of his sentence he realizes that he has to have some sort of filter and adds in, “only if you know what true love is, everyone, will you be able to relate.”

you roll your eyes at his cheesy line and cheap save, going back to sit on the sofa that was in his studio and going to sit on the couch.

“oh, here there are some lines in here about a forbidden love you guys might like — it’s also a little specific, sorry, but if you’ve ever experienced anything like it, you’ll get it right away!”

┆chronic yapper jiung being the most adorable, caring, and attentive boyfriend out there — i would know, i’m his real boyfriend everyone!! okay but seriously you’d be the center of this guys’ universe if you were his, he loves connecting everything back to you UGH i love jiung.

[haveihitanerve]

Jingle Boys Pt4: 

(29:44)

Hot DAMN its been a minute, so sorry to keep yall waiting ik you care very very much about these rambles of mine detailing what happens in the video you watch(lol right ofc waiting anxiously every day on the edges of ur seat i know) anywho- here it is Jingle Boys Pt4 hopefully I’ll be better at updates…

Time Warp

Tom starting strong with an intro and fun hand movements while Sam and Aj clean up in the back- Sam picks up the hat and AJ pauses and turns back and then the camera cuts away but Sam stops for the fraction of a second to check in with AJ and i've completely lost my mind but here we are

“When you really needed the toilet?” *concerned Tom activated* “babes…” (and i didn't know it then but this sparked my usage of the endearments babes ever after💀)

Also meanwhile aj leans to ask sam something? Who points at Luke, who is laughing, aj cracks a smile, and they have a lil back and forth across stage like frickin cuties

Now either AJ is missing his drink or something is wrong with the chair- im assuming its a drink, because he looks at luke like he left his glass on the other side of the stage, but they could also be discussing who is playing next… lemme focus on the actual game what am i doing

“First lego set!” Tom is thrilled lol “Thats the christmas spirit!” The captions felt the need to do all caps for this… i agree but am lazy so

“First lego set!” Turns around and has to address AJ and Sam to actually get them to pay attention- they don't give two shits lmaoo aj glances at Tom and then just returns to his talk with Sam and sam doesn't even spare Tom a single glance😭

Anyway AJ leaning over to say “imma fuck off back stage you have fun with luke.” to sam(you have no proof thats not what he said) and then jumping back to fix the chair??? For some reason but y'know slay king

Sam immediately grabbing the chair and ruoning whatever AJ had planned for it- which actually works in AJ’s favor because here he comes lmaoooo

This is my favorite bit of the entire show its so glorious

Part 1 of the Curse of the Trike:

Aj looks afraid of the bike which is never good- but the way Sam looks over in confusion and concern- and Luke literally springs from his chair to see if aj needs help before sitting back down again to continue the actual plot is too cute

“Freeze!” Tom’s little head wobble of ‘wtf did you expect me to do? You cant let me have this type of power aj” “fifteen seconds ago!” and like his shrug of ‘this is pure gold why wouldn't i do this’

Luke's shoulders tensing the second Tom says freeze, already preparing to laugh, and then folding when Tom does exactly what he expected lmaoo

Part 2 of the Curse of the Trike: Cocky-j who then fails even more spectacularly the second time around 😭

Luke giving up on the plot and just laughing at what aj does(istg the amount of times AJ just distracts the others from the point of the plot by being an interesting side character will never not be funny to me it is peak)

Tom’s little head grab of disappointment and pure delight is gorgeous

Shaking with laughter “its christmas! Its christmas its christmas!” 

Absolutely love how Sam goes “dad! Dad!” and Luke goes “careful grandad.” when technically AJ is Sam’s grandad and Luke’s dad but y'know its lovely

“Oohhh!” *gives up on trying to be a good plot point* “Im fucking knackered.” LMAOOO aj never change

Also Luke’s shoulders caving for a split second of laughter and Sam covering a quick smile is wonderful too

“Freeze!” the way aj tenses lmaoo he is expecting only torture from now on for his little escapade lol

Tom’s growing amusement as he realizes where Sam is going with the plot and the way he tilts his head to rest on his hand and just watches them is so cute

“The architecture!” Idk why Tom went :o when Sam says that but its too cute not to include so here ya go

Tom’s delight at Sam’s moving of the plot- and then having to change positions like three times because he’s so excited with all the possibility AJ has just perfectly handed over to him- he cannot wait to abuse this lmaooo

“Freeze!” Practically jumping with excitement omfg hes giddy XD

“Do it in reverse.” Staring off into the cosmos as though that’ll lessen the blow, Luke breaking because he knows what’s about to go down, Sam having to figure out how to speak backwards because there was actually a plot that he’s been working on, and AJ’s shoulders just slumping in defeat XD

Tom encouraging AJ 😭

“Now forward in double speed!” he finally gets the desired reaction from AJ lol: “NOOO!!!” pure despair in his voice lmaooo

Aj limping as they call scene and him and Tom eyeing each other across stage lol 

AND SCENE!!! 

I know that was a short one, so sorry, but I tam tired... and figured something was better than nothing right? (again ik yall are just dying breathless waiting for this ik ik im very important🙄)anywho

Hope you enjoyed this quick one, hopefully ill be better next time and be quicker and get the whole thing done soon…. Anyway enjoy! And as always thanks for reading…🙏😅

@thelunarbar @snek-of-eden @dawn-speckled @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust

[blue-jisungs]

grrrr idk if ur reqs are open but???? if they are??? could u do a svt member (tbh any but preferably coups or seungkwan cuz i miss them rn) where theyre like travellinf thru a huge crowd or smthn and gets so anxious they just?? shut down? and like what does member do next

crowd

author’s note. HIYA ROXIE!! thank u for the req <3 sorry you had to wait so long tho…. i hope u like it bc i feel like it kinda sucks LMAOSJWK but i miss them tho esp coups :((( aaaanyways. here u go lovely!!

ALSOOO IM BACK BABY! back n alive, so be ready to be spoiled <3

warnings. yn shuts down, crowds but like idk???, anxiety (?), suggestive at the end :|

“um, y/n i don’t have good news” seungcheol said anxiously, looking up from his phone.

you were about just to leave the restaurant where you had an amazing time in your date. tilting your head, you sent him a confused look.

“there’s um… a big crowd. in front of the restaurant. my manager just texted me. someone found out we’re here and just… you know, saesangs and some carats i think” he said, reaching out to grab your hand and squeeze it gently.

“oh”

when it was revealed that you and seungcheol was dating, it was huge. he got lots of hate, you too. obviously, the real and caring carats were happy and cheering for you. but, ironically enough, those who were hateful were usually the ones camping whenever you went out. to take pictures…

“yeah, um. let’s just go, okay? i bet kkuma misses us” you smiled and slowly stood up, grabbing your purse “is it that bad?”

“nothing worse than airports” he said and stood up too, grabbing your hand “squeeze my hand if something happens. i’ll text the manager to get the car ready”

your heart thumped in your chest. you were scared because well, he was famous. ‘what ifs…’ bubbled up in your head when suddenly seungcheol kissed you gently. melting into the kiss, he pulled you closer by your waist. leaning back, there was a mischievous glint in his eye. before you could ask, cheol received a text that the car’s ready.

“squeeze my hand, remember?” he repeated and you nodded.

you walked out and froze. the crowd was huge, cameras flashing the second you stepped out of the venue. seungcheol looked at you, getting pale.

“hey, it’s okay. look, there are guards” cheol leaned in and pointed at the bodyguards. you just nodded, feeling like the people were about to swallow you. maybe he was used to it, as an idol. but this… this was the first time for you.

“let’s go. the faster the better” he hummed. when he was about to go, you stood there frozen. seungcheol felt your hands trembling, chest moving up and down irregularly. he tightened his jaw, a kind of anger in his veins.

“hey, y/n. look at me” he stood in front of you, shifting his hands and cupping your face. the people were yelling something. your eyes were distant, mouth parted as if someone took your breath away. you slowly moved the (color) irises to look into his eyes. you were frightened.

seungcheol swallowed and pecked a quick kiss at the top of your head before quickly taking off his blazer. he put it over your head, sending you a small smile.

“trust me, okay? let’s just go. hold onto me and don’t look at them” he leaned in and grabbed your hand.

nodding slowly, chest feeling as if crushed by an anvil, you started following him on wobbly legs. shouts and yells got louder as you two pushed through the crowd. you were squeezing his hand, normally you’d be scared to hurt him but it was kind of subconscious.

seungcheol was pissed, anyone could tell. the bodyguards were a big help but if he had to, he’d push the people himself.

in no time you found yourself inside the car, the guard that was behind you closing the door. you stated at the tinted window in awe.

“you can stop squishing my hand now, pretty” seungcheol laughed lightly. you gasped and let go, turning your head to him. he chuckled at your reaction and grabbed some water that was in the car, handing it to you “are you okay? did you get hurt?”

“n-no. i’m fine” you nodded, still taken aback. the car started moving as you took a sip of water. you looked at cheol’s profile, jaw still clenched and brows furrowed.

“i’ll make sure to make a proper comment on that on weverse” he grunted, catching your worried gaze. as you put the water away, he grabbed your hand. the boyish smile bloomed on his face once again “the food was delicious, hm?”

“oh yeah! it’s a shame they didn’t have desserts though” you pouted, interlocking your fingers with his. seungcheol put his your hands on your thigh, leaning his head back against the headrest.

“mhm, we can have some dessert at home” he hummed with a smirk and you smacked his arm. so that was what the look in his eyes at the restaurant was about.

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I really want knight tecchou pt 2 that I've been looking at your profile constantly since it was posted praying for it to have many interactions, I really loved it :(

Frail Beginnings

Summary: "Tomorrow" was supposed to be the promised day and yet that rumored Tyrant of an Emperor had managed to put a halt to your plans. Refusing to let your resolve waver at the thought of meeting him, you`d continue to march forward but for how long?

Genre: sweet sweet drama, tetchou and reader being hopelessly in love, maybe some jokes here n there, tehee

Warnings: incoming toothrotting nsfw scene lmao so mdni 🤩 also this got political damn fast skks, maybe a bit ooc tetchou but hes just in love ok, hint of possessive tetchou! mentions ( or them legit doing it) of bj , fingering, short cunnilingus scene 😮‍💨tetchou begging bc yes, its just pure rly romantic smut heehe

Word count: 10k ( idk how i did that lolol)

A/N: im back after 2 years WHAT ?? This might not have gotten as much recognition as my other works but I was so in love with it that I just had to write a part 2 🤩this was sitting in my drafts for too long, m sorry guys omg 👹 also blame my exams rn, i dont wanna study 😭😭🗿 emperor dazai doesnt appear in person but he gets mentioned a lot so i decided to put him in the title too :(( hell be there in the next chapter ,guys. hope you`ll have fun reading this <3

previous Chapter

Knight! Tetchou x Reader x Emperor! Dazai

"Tomorrow"

"Tomorrow"

Tomorrow, my ass!

You begrudgingly thought as you flipped through the 100th page of this month's most popular dress designs while chewing on a cookie as three tailors anxiously waited for your final choice.

One of the tailors flinched at your glare at him, the reason for their presence only etching the frown deeper onto your face.

It`s all that stupid Emperor`s fault!

Remembering the content of the torn letter abandoned on your study`s desk, you huffed out a sigh as you pointed at a design of your choice, the tailors let out a breath of relief as they hurried to bring out one of the designs out of the dressing room.

"All the dresses we`ve brought are mere concepts and can be improved upon by any choices of your preferences, Your Imperial Highness."

"The term" Princess" itself will suffice."

One of them let out a tiny shriek at your statement, the tailor with the signature Emblem of a Crow on one of his buttons, was shaking his head furiously.

Baffled by your blatant request, he spoke.

"B-But Your Highness, the Emperor had requested that we must refer to you only with a title befitting of your status and that we treat you with utmo-"

"Ugh, yes. With utmost respect, I suppose?`"

Flinching at the loud shut of the book in your hands, you gently set it aside onto the table infront of you.

"Your dear Emperor had disrespected not only me but this entire Empire by abprubtly declaring his wis- Wait, actually more like demand, that we hold a banquet to "commerate" our engagement. If his army wouldn`t exceed in size in comparison to ours, then we would have tried to get his head for that but oh well."

Not wanting to indulge too far into your not-so-well hidden distaste infront of his own people (not like it was far too late for that) you tried to distract yourself from such annoying thoughts as your fingers grazed over the meticulously crafted design of the book`s cover.

"Clearly shows us how power can win at the end of the day. Isn`t that right, Karl?" you sighed out, looking straight into the poor tailors eyes, unwillingly letting the dwelling frustration in your chest put words in your mouth.

Karl, one of that man`s most competent tailors, gulped at your question, desperately trying to ignore your sharp gaze at him.

Where was "the kindhearted and generous" part the Emperor had told us about when we would be facing the princess??

"W-Well I think tha-"

Sigh

Shoulders tightening at the soud of your seemingly exasperated sigh, he let his eyes stick to the floor like glue, not wanting to risk getting on your bad side.

Unbeknownst to him, you were just simply and utterly exhausted by this whole ordeal already.

"It's alright. You dont need to put your life on the line just to answer a silly question of mine. "

Trying to ease the tension with a lighthearted joke, you had to supress a groan at your own stupidity as you took notice of his evidently avoidant stance, prefering to look at the floor than atleast an inch of your heel.

Maybe hell tell his Emperor that I am of short temper? Heh, wouldnt be too bad.

Entertaining yourself with funny delusions, you decided to put your focus on atleast getting out of this session which that had been extended for far too long to your liking.

"Just show me the dress and let's get this over with before one of you might collapse from exhaustion. We wouldn't want the Emperor's most competent tailors to tell him that we`ve been working you to the bone, so I`ll give you this."

You beckoned your finger at Clara.

The three tailors let their eyes linger on her figure, following her movements as she went over to a cabin on her right, opening it and seemingly taking something out of it.

Their eyes widened as they caught side of the golden emblem of the chest, their fingerstips slightly trembling at the uneasiness that filled their heads.

Only one question formed itself in their thoughts.

What kind of torture might befall onto us now?!

Yet that uneasiness was slowly morphed into disbelief and confusion as Clara stopped to stand next to you, slowly opening the chest to reveal it`s contents.

"Is that a-?!"

"But Your Highn-?!"

"We possibly couldn`t-?!"

A sharp silence filled the air as you held up your palm infront of them, halting their pleads to stop you from giving them each a sack full of gold.

Letting you eyes glance at Clara to your side, you gave a her a curt nod as you picked one of the gold sacks out of the chest.

The rattling of the coins let a clump form in their throats, forcing them to try and gulp the nervousness down as you seemed to be assessing the item in your hand, feeling the weight of it as you let your hand lightly shake it.

"This might be what? A year full of your earnings?"

No one let out a word.

"Hmm, possibly yes? Yet I told you."

Holding your other hand out, you beckoned them to open their palms, another sigh escaping your lips as a tiny voice in your head wished, it would be as easy to handle the mere presence of their "Employer" as you handled his tailors.

Mere fantasy

Whispered the voice in your head as you let each of the three sacks fall into their hands.

As expected

The corners of your lips tilted upwards as you gazed at their baffled faces, their eyes trembling as they had gazed at you in not so contained excitement.

"I'll make you work but not to the bone. You'll be rewarded graciously as befitting of this house standards since you may be employees of his land. Yet you should remember, that you are also considered esteemed guests and shall be given the right payment."

Easing the tension further, you let a smile grace your lips at them.

"I have to sadly praise your Emperor for atleast having a keen eye when it comes to high achieving members of society."

That`s very blunt?!

Thought the three of them and yet their hearts couldn`t betray the giddiness inside of them as they let the weight of the gold fill their minds.

"Spend it for whatever you want. Family, food, your housings or any other selfish reason. It is yours after all."

Turning your head to your side, you first gazed at the chest then at Clara, lastly nodding at her as she had seemed to have understood the meaning.

Watching Clara turn away to put the chest back into the cabin , you took one last look at the three tailors.

" I shall dismiss you for the day since this must have been quite tiring for you. I shall depart for a break as well."

A quick bend in the knees for a curtesy, you let your feet take you to the table decorated with ready made snacks for your tea time at the far right of the room, a window perfectly displayed on it`s wall to gaze out of it and onto the garden.

The tailors could merely blink at your sudden change in behavior as your lady in waiting stepped infront of them, blocking you entirely out of their sight.

"The princess wishes to take a break. You may use your earnings as however you`d like as she had told you. We will notify you later during the day about the prefered changes of the dress. Sir Suehiro will accompany you while a maid will show you the way to your rooms for the upcoming days."

The clinking of a tea cup being set onto a plate echoed through the room.

"Clara, you may choose Sir Michizou to accompany them. I`d like for Sir Suehiro to stay here at his rightful place as my appointed knight after all." You stated as you took a bite of one of the many cookies infront of you.

Clara merely shook her head at your statement, a sigh leaving her a she slightly bowed her head.

"As you wish, Princess."

Said knight had been guarding outside the door with Tetchou, having heard tiny bits of the conversation.

"Damn, Tetchou. I keep forgetting how much guts the princess has for just constantly badmouthing the Emperor."

He couldn`t help let out a low chuckle at his own words, Tetchou also not resisting the quirk up of his lips at that.

"I know. She's funny."

Cackling at his friend`s blatant statement, he coughed into his hand as the door opened, the glare of the lady in waiting not going unnoticed.

Straightening their backs as the tailors came into their view, they nodded in acknowledgement at them as Clara spoke.

"Sir Michizou, could you please accompany them to their chambers? Just follow this maid and then you can return to your post afterwards."

Shooting her a quick glare at the barely hidden but more than annoying small smirk at him, he supressed a sigh as he nodded.

"Understood."

Nodding her head at one of the maids in the room, one of them stepped forward, hands crumbling the skirt tightly as she hastily made her way towards them before giving the guests a quick bow.

"F-Follow me, please..."

Sarah, the newest maid, hurriedly squeezed her way through the door as she quickly made her way down the wall, the tailors and the knight trying to match her quick tempo.

Deadpanning at her nervous form, Clara turned her full body towards Tetchou, him tilting his head at his stare.

"Does the Princess demand for my Presence?"

Shooing all of the maids out of the room, she closed the door behind them as she sat down onto the couch while Tetchou made his way towards you.

"Clara, you don`t wish to join me for a nice up of tea and enjoy these delicious snacks with us?"

Snatching a cookie from your plate as she proceeded to let her body flop onto the couch, laying on her back as she flipped through the book.

"No. I refuse to spend my time with any of you sick lovebirds. Don't even know how you're gonna manage that while being the Emperor's fiance. "

You watched her movements in amusement as she proceeded to sit up, letting her side lean and putting her arm onto the back of the couch, hand pressing against her cheek as she leaned into it.

"Also why didn`t you choose the other dress? It looks more flattering than the other one." Raising an eyebrow at her sudden question, you decided to be silent, knowing there would be more to come out of her mouth.

As expected, she accusingly pointed a finger at you.

"Also stop calling me by that wretched name when were alone. You seem to be enjoying teasing me a bit too much these days." A deadpan expression carried her actions, as you couldnt help but stifle a chuckle, all while you dismissinlgy waved a hand at her.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, Y-o-s-a-n-o."

"Ugh, kids these days."

Not bothering to supress her groan, she flopped down onto her back, admiring the carefully crafted different shapes which decorated the ceiling, tirelessly trying to ignore the lovesick atmosphere forming not far from her presence.

Tetchou`s eyes had never left your form since you had summoned him to join you, engrossed in the way your eyes would crinkle in amusement whenever you and your lady in waiting interacted privately.

"Also, may I ask why you suddenly had the urge to act like the "kind" and "generous" princess you are supposed to be? Gifting them sacks of pure gold coins?"

Letting a smirk slip onto your lips, you took a sip of your tea.

" Well, just see it as a way of poking at him for putting a halt to my plans."

She knew you couldn`t see her yet still shook her head as a smile made its way onto her lips, your playful side never failing to make things interesting for her.

"Well, atleast you've got yourself some good tailors on your side. Fairly better than the one's your dear mother had hired some time ago."

"Indeed, I have." You spoke as you sipped at your tea, glancing at your beloved knight still standing next to you, feeling the twinkle in his eyes even when you`d close yours.

"Tetchou."

Even after many years, the sound of his name falling out of your lips never failed to make his heart soar higher for you, always enticing him in wanting to hear more of it.

Your sweet voice, the way your hair would fall into your face whenever you~d let your gaze trace his features while letting your fingersd smooth through his barely tamed hair as he`d make himself comfortable on your lap.

The way your eyes would glisten like the morning sun and fill with him with energy to continue through the day.

His favorite was hearing his name through whines and mewls as he`d feel your nails dig further and further into his back, laboured breath leaving your enticing lips, swollen from all the kisses you had given him as you plead for him to go faster, teary eyes blinking at him as he feels you get tighter and tighter until h-

"Yes, Princess?"

Blinking at the sudden mention of his name, which had been some seconds ago, you raised an eyebrow at how a hint of red could be seen on his cheeks.

"You know that you are allowed to sit down onto the chair and grab some cookies if you'd like? I did ask for your company after all."

Tucking at his collar a bit as he felt the heat not leave his face, he raised a fist to infront of his mouth as he cleared his throat.

"If that is your wish."

He made his way to the seat across from you, heart fluttering at the slightest hint of your fragrance wafting through the air as he sat down.

Not restraining a happy smile at being finally to admire his face infront of you, you held up a cookie in front of his mouth.

Without any words, he took a bite of it, savouring it's sweet taste as his eyes still hadn't left yours, a lovely trait of his that would never fail to make your knees buckle underneath him.

"Even after all these years, you still look at me like the first day we met." You mentioned as you let him finish eating the cookie off of your hands.

Wanting to wipe the crumbs off of his lips, you stretched your hand out yet a hold of your hand stopped you. Pulling it gently towards him, he closed his eyes as he licked the remaining crumbs off of your fingers, the light falling into his eyes as he opened them to catch the sight of your heated face.

After having wiped your hand clean with the handkerchief you had gifted him at the yearly hunting tournament, he pressed his lips on each of your fingers before intertwining them with his, enjoying the shade of berries adorning your face.

"I refuse to lose sight of what is important to me. You were the one who had given me a new life and I had sworn to protect you. At the end, you were the one who had shown me what true love is and I want to cherish it together with you."

Glancing at the table, he frowned before his eyes widened ever so slightly, an idea popping up in his head.

Letting the chair screech a bit too loudly to your liking, he pushed it away as he stood up, moving around the table to suddenly stand infront of you, his hand never having left yours.

"T-Tetchou? Is something the matter?"

Cursing silently at your sudden stutter, you blink up at him as he gazed down on you.

He put his free hand onto the back of the chair for support as he leant down, pressing yet again a kiss onto your hand, his intense gaze still boring into yours.

"May I?"

Scrunching your eyebrows together at his odd question, you couldn't help but chuckle at the realisation of what he meant.

"What do you think my answer will be?"

"A yes?" A slight tilt of his head to the side as he had a hunch what your answer would be but the small fear of rejection would always refuse to die within him.

"See? Then you may."

With a smile stretching across his lips, he leaned down further as he pressed a gentle but long kiss onto yours, letting out a hum at the lingering sweet mix of cookies and sugared tea on them.

The clearing of a throat reached your ears infront the both of you.

Trying your best to not let any disdain be shown onto your face, you broke the kiss yet couldn`t contain the small huff leaving your nose at the small but noticeable pout residing on his face as he shot a quick glare at Yosano.

"Ha? What are you glaring at me for?"

Realizing what had slipped out, his eyes widened as he straightened his back, his cheeks adorning the color of chery blossoms.

"I apologize. I did not mean to glare at you like that."

He was met with nly a lift of an eyebrow and the noticeable exasperated sight leaving her mouth as she waved him off.

"No need to hide it, I know I disturbed you two but there are footsteps coming up so you better put your act back on before someone catches onto you."

Before straightening his back to take his rightful position to stand next to you, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Yosano took a seat across from you, acting as if the two of you had been conversing about various things.

Right after she had wanted to reach out for a cookie, a knock echoed through the room.

"Princess, may I enter your chambers?"

A smile etched itself across your face as the low and raspy voice of your father's butler rung from behind the door, immediately recognizable since your youngest ages.

"You may."

The tall yet slightly bent down figure due to of old age crooked back with a strong aura rivaling that of your father's made it's way through your door.

The strong loyalty to the empire for centuries dawning on anyone laying their eyes upon him as the golden empire's crest adornes his blazer that could make even the strongest soldier falter in his presence.

Your heart swells with pride and gratitude for having him part of your life, a mere "butler" to accomodate to your needs in the eyes of outsiders, but for you and the people in this castle, a figure contributing strongly to the growth of this empire and especially your own and many others as well.

A rightfully prideful man known for his eccentric and boastful personality throughout the closest family members of the empire yet remains hidden as a humble butler coming from a traditional family having served your bloodline for centuries.

As soon as he had closed the door behind him, you began to hastily walk towards him, your face nearly hurting from smiling as your heart ached at the thought of getting to catch a glimpse of him less and less with each passing year as he`d be occupied with solely serving your father.

"Fukuchi!"

A boisterous laugh erupted out of him as he spun you around, not an ounce of old age traceable in the strenght he had always seemed to hold inside of him as a giggle escaped your lips.

"Little Princess! All these years and you still seem to love to be spun around by this old man!"

"Well you're still going strong! Aren't ya, Old man?!"

"Haha! That's true for sure, you lil' runt!"

Yosano sighed at your antics as she took a side glance to Tetchou, only to deadpan at his expression.

"Please tell me, I'm not the only one concerned by people possibly hearing the sheer volume of this man's voice? I do not wish to be here for another sudden unwished sword fight between these two."

Trying to make sense of this situation as she had seen this scenario way too many times, she took a glance at your knight yet Tetchou's eyes never strayed from your form.

"You think I could also spin her around like that in his age?"

Covering her face with her hands, she surpressed a groan as she took a deep breath in.

Sighing, she crossed her arms.

"Well, it's not my fault if something happens and yet I'm still glad that there are many things and especially people that never fail to lighten up her day."

She said as the corner of her lips tugged upwards yet went the opposite direction as an unpleasant thought etched itself into her head.

"Yet I sadly believe, it will decrease in the future."

Tetchou's eyes narrowed at her words, a terrible foreboding in the gut of his stomach as she stepped forward towards the both of you.

And he might be here because of the reason for it.

Were the thoughts of both Tetchou and Yosano as their eyes locked onto your figures, a different degree of worry in their hearts.

Having gently set you down, you welcomed the slight throb of dizzyness in your head as a feeling of nostalgia buzzed through your body.

Petting your head with an adoring smile on his face, he looked behind you as he saw your lady in waiting and your knight approach you.

"May I ask for what you have come to visit the Princess? I thought you were busy preparing the ball to welcome the Tyrant?"

Letting out a good laugh at the sudden name calling, he shot her a smile before coughing into his hand, remembering the actual serious matter for why he had come.

"I deeply apologize for the delay, Lady Clara. I was sent to relay the Emperor's words to the Princess-"

What's with this 180° turn of personality?

Deadpanned all three of you as you continued to listen to him.

"- which entail that the "Tyrant" you speak of will be arriving a week earlier. Precisely spoken, this evening. "

"WHAT?! What do you mean already this evening?! Is he insane?!!"

I already had to delay my plans because of him and NOW he's also here way earlier than I was previously told to?!

"Why-?"

"What the f-?"

"Fukuchi, I demand an explanation! What is the meaning of that sneaky Emperor's hurry?"

Eyes shaking in near uncontainable anger as the fleeting image of yesterday's letter flashed into your mind, one that you had torn apart to spite said soon to be fiancé.

Is that what he had meant with "I'll be awaiting to soon finally let my humble self be graced by your presence, dear soon to be betrothed of mine."?!

You hadn't thought with "soon" that he had meant a week earlier!

Fukuchi had anticipated your reaction (and of the other two) as he himself was flabbergasted when the idea of a marriage between the you and that man first came up randomly during a delegation meeting.

A meeting he for once wasn't by his emperor's side due to an abrupt leave in concern of "family matters".

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"What is this marriage that I have been hearing about, Your Imperial Highness?"

There he stood with his back turned towards him, watching you enjoy a cup of tea in the garden together with your precious lady in waiting.

A sigh left his mouth as he turned to look over his shoulder at his friend and ally of many years, guilt seeping into his body as he fought against the feeling of his shoulders slumping slightly under the pressure of it.

"I hope your family has been well?"

A dreaded silence fills the room as an unwanted shaky breath leaves the emperor`s lips. The buzz of people throughout the castle walls, the birds from the garden and your faint laughter as a smile graced your lips. Eyeing the portrait of his beloved wife and daughter, he closed his eyes.

Turning to greet his greet his friend properly, the frown deepens.

"It is exactly as you heard, my friend. The rumors are no mere rumors. It is as these gossipers speak. There will be a marriage between my daughter and that lying fox."

Fukuchi had never been one to hide his feelings if it came to things that "displeased" him.

Though "displeased" would be far too light to describe it.

The Emperor could see the disbelief morph into anger and disappointment, something he had been seeing in himself a lot emerge like a broading storm in his chest, which had begun to slowly erupt in its full form inside of his old friends mind.

"I have known you for years to know that you had entertained such ideas in your mind before my departure. Yet why did you choose to remain silent and bear the burden by yourself?."

Fukuchi had a hunch to why he had not told him about any of this.

Yet he refused to succumb to his theories on the "whys" and "hows" until he had heard the explanation leave the Emperor`s mouth.

Not that it would make this matter far easier to digest.

"There is a reason for why I have been serving this family for years and it is one of my duties to bear some of it as well. So do enlighten me, Ol' friend of mine."

The Emperor`s lips tucked upwards at the name for a second, a bitter taste beginning to reside in his mouth, his words lingering in mind as he sat down onto the chair in his office.

"I know for sure it saddens and angers you as much as it does for me. The failure of protecting my people and family properly lies entirely on my fault. If only I had more-"

"More people for your army? Then why didn't you simply say so? You knew that I have the capabilities to organize such a grand ordeal. It is nothing than something trivial if it's about recruiting competent people. You have seen what my men can do."

A lighthearted chuckle escaped his friend's mouth, only etching Fukuchi's frown deeper into his face.

"Fukuchi. That is exactly the reason why I have chosen to bear this burden alone. It is no rumor that his army surpasses that of mine in numbers and perhaps even in power. Yet it is perhaps the selfish nature of humanity I have chosen to succumb myself to as the feeling of not wishing to send any more people to war has become stronger over the years of peace."

"Then what about the Princess? Your own daughter whose happiness you had promisedto protect the most?"

The downcast eyes and the slight clenching of his fists were enough of an answer for Fukuchi.

He couldn't blame him.

It wasn't unheard of to "marry off" their own child, mainly daughters, to maintain a certain hold in society and perhaps even acquire more power because of such ties.

Yet the higher the position, the greater the burden that would befall onto them.

And yet, there was a part of Fukuchi which had chosen to believe in his friend as he presented him his heir from the first woman he had ever truly loved.

His friend who had united not only two nations together but also it's people after the Great War 30 years ago. Pouring his own being purely into the improvement of his Empire, focusing on one goal. It lead to many failed marriages, neglected children until he had found the love of his life while all the time, Fukuchi remained by his side.

He was loyal to the empire.

Loyal to it's people.

But foremost, to it's family holding the balance of this nation.

He wished for no such feeling yet the sense of betrayal to his oath lingered in his heart.

The strength in refraining from shaming his friend for such weakness waning with every word spoken.

""I have failed many children of mine. This time, I promised this one years of happiness with me by their side." These were your own words. You can not possibly wish to go against i-"

"Fukuchi!"

Not flinching at the sudden burst of volume residing in his voice and the sudden slam of his fist against the table, he held his gaze as the Emperor closed his eyes.

"You know damn well why I had to make this choice. The marriage will not happen immediately. Only after I have seen and witnessed him myself, will I let my daughter be wed off to him. Until then they shall remain bethrothed. It is a mere prolonging of the dreaded wedding since I do not wish such a burden to befall yet onto her shoulders. But I can not let my people suffer due to my selfishness."

He felt a dull ache in jaw as he realised he had been clenching it the whole time listening to this disgraceful Emperor's words.

Every attempt to derive his opinion of it's disgusting degree of naiveté and foolishness would just be futile and a waste of time.

The Emperor had chosen not to dwell any longer onto his friend's words as he had risen from his seat, back turned towards him yet again as he stared out the window, somber clouds beginning to approach the castle as he watched maids gather your things and carry them as you went back to shield yourself and the others from the approaching rain.

Deep breath exhaled through Fukuchi's nose as he put his hand onto his chest for one last bow.

"I understand, Your Imperial Highness. I shall no longer inquire you about this matter unless you wish to speak of it. I shall now excuse myself and start with the preparations since I do believe it won't be long until he will grace us with his presence."

Only a lowly huff passed the Emperor's nose at the thought of said person.

"Grace, you say? For his people and anyone eyes, he might seem like an angel gracing the lands. Yet none of them have ever bore witness to the sight of such a child's face stained with the blood of his enemies. Truly a frightful sight I have wished to forget but the Gods do not grace us with such mercy as it seems."

Another silence befell upon the room, both dwelling into unpleasant memories before Fukuchi broke it with a clearing of his throat.

"Then I may take my leave, Your Imperial Highness."

The Emperor followed the turn of his back with an eye over his shoulders as Fukuchi made his way towards the door, only for him to halt his movements as his hand gripped the door handle.

"I will repeat myself just like I have for many years now. Even if our opinions differ at times, it is no reason for our companionship to suffer under these circumstances. I believe it will only strenghten it's bond, so I will thank you as always for the patience you have gifted to such a meager and foolish man such as I. As always I'll entrust you with the plannings of the upcoming events and any aid you are in need of shall be given to you immediately."

A foolish man indeed you are.

"I thank you, Your Imperial Highness."

Were his only words as he opened the door, stepping outside of it as he felt the weight of their conversation make itself fully known.

Turning around to close the door, he faced the Emperor's back for a last time.

"I shall also regard to you my gratitude for worrying about my humble family. To ease your spirit, I can assure you that they have been well."

Gently shutting the door, his hand strained against the handle as the grip on his hand had tightened around it unbeknownst to him.

I must hurry with my plans.

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It hurt.

Yet you weren`t sure what it was.

Was it the weight of your heart getting heavier with each passing second as Fukuchi`s words rang through your head?

Or the palms of your hands, threatening to be broken by your nails digging themselves further into your skin as your fists clenched to somehow ground yourself.

Yosano took a glance at Tetchou, only for her to shake her head at him, signaling him it wasn`t the right time to interfere.

Not like this

She mouthed at him yet tried to give him a half felt smiled to atleast show him that she felt the same sentiment.

It hurt her as well.

A shiver ran through your body as you suddenly felt something warm touch both of your hands, snapping you out of your trance.

Fukuchi let his gaze fall onto your hands, frowning at the tiny bloodstains forming and making themselves known through your delicate gloves as he lifted them up, slowly unraveling your fist until he could gently grasp your open palms into his.

"Your hands used to be way smaller, little princess. "

Slowly letting your eyes fall onto his eyes, a lump formed itself inside of your throat, his kindhearted smile trying to hide his crestfallen eyes as he continued to speak.

"And yet, you still have to treat them as if they were delicate. A treasure to be taken care of because only with these hands can you change your way of living."

Trying to stop your lips from quivering , you could only let out a whisper, fearing you might break down any moment.

" But how?"

You could see it in his eyes. You were glad it wasn`t pity, yet the answer was laid out in them, only fueling your fear and confusion of what is about to come.

"That, is something only time can tell. But know this, my little bird."

Your lips couldn`t help but quirk upwards as he let one of your hands fall onto your side, the back of your other hand receiving a peck.

" I shall always support the small sun of our Empire, no matter what kind of storm might befall us. Everything I do will be for your and the empire`s sake."

All of the words whirling inside of your head, all the pleas for wanting to run away, to make this stop and yet none of it could make it out of your mouth.

And the fact that it was Fukuchi made a small smile grace your lips as you knew that a silent nod was enough for him to understand everything that needed to be said.

Reciprocating your smile, he gently let go of your hands, your hands immediately seeking his father like love but knowing that he will be needed elsewhere.

A princess mustn`t be selfish

Whispered the tiny voice inside of your head, reminiscing you of one of your many vigorous etiquette lessons.

" Due to my duties I must depart now so I shall entrust the princess in your care, Lady Clara and Sir Suehiro."

"Yes, Head Butler Fukuchi."

"As I always do, Sir Fukuchi."

A sense of relief managed to ease a bit of the weight on your shoulder, knowing he could rely on your most trusted allies, especially havin known both of them since their younger years as well.

"Then I shall wish you a good day, evening and night." were his last words before turning his back towards the three of you, the shut of the door echoing in the far too silent dressing room.

You could only stare after him, your eyes fixated on the spot where he stood infront of you, suddenly feeling like the little girl that couldn`t get out of her room to call for help as the thunder rendered her frozen until Fukuchi had come to check on her during his nightly rounds.

"Y/N."

Startling at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, you slowly turned around, magenta eyes filled with worry staring back at you.

"Do you want to be left alone or do you want us to stay with you?"

You let your eyes shift towards Tetchou, a shaky breath passing through your nose as you saw the look on his face.

You felt guilty. Guilty for being unable to ease the pain in coursing through his entire being as your pain was equally his but he knew.

He knew as you looked at him.

"I shall tell Tachihara to guard your door for the rest of the day."

He began to walk towards the door, giving the crown of your head a peck.

"I`ll be there as soon as you call for me." he whispered as he let his lips linger for a moment before unwillingly taking a few steps back , engraving your current state into his mind, already formulating plans in how to get you out of this predicament.

Giving Yosano a curt nod before exiting the room, he took one last look at you before letting the door shut behind him.

Never would it leave Yosano`s mouth that she actually admired the bond between the both of you, him knowing by seemingly just a look into your eyes in what you needed.

Or perhaps he was just more emotionally attuned than her but even that , she wouldn`t deny.

"And I will tell the maids to assist you in the evening with your night gown."

Were Yosano's only words as she quickly engulfed you into her arms, yours wrapping themselves back immediately in habit as she gave you a light squeeze.

You could only nod as you felt the lump begin to truly clog up your throat, her only putting a hand on your cheek to stroke it before exiting the room as well.

The sun stung onto your skin as some of it's rays made it's way into your room, nearly blinding you as it made fun of your predicament.

You had originally planned to perhaps take a walk around the garden yet the impending date of his arrival would not let you do so.

"It's no use to cry about it but..."

Before you had even realised it, tears had already begun to stain your face, sobs barely being held back as you continued to gaze at the azure colored sky.

"I really really hate this."

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Night had befallen onto you faster than you had expected, a fact that had made you grip your sheets harder as you had been trying to fall asleep for what had seemed for hours now.

Hearing a knock on your balcony door made your heart thump greatly as you hurried towards it, having grabbed the candle holder from the nighstand beside your bed.

Fumbling with the lock on your door as the dim light of your candle merely gave you enough sight of his shadowed figure standing on your balcony, you had finally managed to open it.

A soft 'clack' came from the door as you had closed it after letting him in, the soft light glowing on his form as he stood before you in the garments worn underneath his normally knightly ones.

Long loose sleeves rolled back up to his elbows, the thin shirt leaving little to imagination as the knot on his shirt was loose as well, collarbone and a bit of his chest peeking at you as you quickly let your eyes drift towards his face, yet the small smile beckoned you to perhaps keep such thoughts to yourself for not too long.

Noticing him staring as you had lost yourself in your thoughts, you tried to wave the embarassment off, blinking up at him while you asked.

"May I know what brings you here? I thought you had wished to retire early for the night, Tetchou?"

Resolve wavering at the gentle call of his name, he softly grasped your free hand into his own, your grip on the holder tightening as he put your hand onto his face, your thumb immediately falling into a rhtyhm of tracing tiny shapes onto his cheek as he spoke.

"Not when I know that you're suffering alone in your room. I hope I am not disturbing your nightly rest, Princess?"

"Never."

Was an answer enough for him as you let him take the candle holder out of your hand.

"Then may I help you in getting your well deserved rest for the night?"

Heart thumping at the intention behind his words, you felt no need to act against them, the want in the thought of being held by him having invaded your mind much greater for the past month.

"We both know the answer already."

His eyes slightly lulled at your words, his heart never ceasing it's rapid thumping as if he were embracing you for the first time.

"Then allow me."

Letting a chuckle pass your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he hooked an arm underneath your bottom, lifting you off the ground as he carried you with one arm while the other still held onto the candle.

"It never ceases to amaze me how truly strong you are." You spoke as he gently set you down onto the bed, the candle having been placed onto your nightstand next to your bed.

"It is my duty and wish to be strong enough to hold my place rightfully next to you."

He merely stated as you laid onto your back, head hitting your soft pillows.

Leg slightly twitching in surprise at the cold air from the outside still stinging onto his hands, goosebumps had began to rise onto your entire body in both anticipation and slow creeping up impatience.

"Strong enough to shield you from any harm."

He spoke as he had began to slowly climb his way onto the bed and onto you, gently placing a kiss onto your ankle as he began to trace the addictive form of your body with his lips, relishing the tremble of it underneath him as he continued to speak.

"Strong enough to bear any burden you'll carry."

Your breath hitched as he had put both of his hands on either of your thighs, giving him a nod at the lingering question in his eyes as he let his hands glide upwards, eyes widening at the sight infront of him as he had pushed your night gown up to your hips, his grip tightening, making your back slightly arch into his touch.

"W-Well, you weren't the only impatient one here so I thought I might... make it easier for us..."

Eyes shaking at letting the very image of your naked half seep into his mind ,only thin undergarments hiding little to no imagination while the desire to embrace you started to profusely cloud his sober thoughts, his wish to worship you in body and mind enveloping his entire being.

"Then I will not make you wait any longer since I-"

You felt your bottom lip tremble slightly at the sudden loss of his bare hands, yet a wave of arousal hit you as he pulled of his shirt, the muscles and scars on his chest screaming for your touch as a slight sheen of sweat began to build on it.

"- also seem to not be able to hold back anymore."

Lifting your bossom up as he put his hands on it, he pulled you closer towards his hips, a sudden stutter in them as you felt his groin pressed against your core.

You couldn't help but let out a whine at his firm touch as you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, arms stretched out as you batted your teary eyelashes at him.

"Don't hold back. Kiss me and embrace me as much as you want to. Give me your love just like I'll always give you mine."

Suppressing a groan at your intoxicating words, he let both of his hands press your arms next to your head, tracing their shape before finally intertwining your fingers with his, feeling his desire at the tightening grasp around them while he let his face draw closer to yours until the tips of your nose touched.

"Then I shall do so."

Were the last words he spoke before captivating your lips with his own, whining at the taste of his spit entering your caverns as you opened your mouth in haste, wanting to feel more of it as he replied with his tounge grazing every corner inside.

Pressing the sole of your feet into his back, he let out a groan at the feeling of you rolling your hips into his as he continued to suck on your tounge and engulf your sounds with his mouth.

A bite on his lips made him groan as he broke the kiss after a long while, both of you panting for air as he felt a damp patch beginning to form between his legs, the restraint of his pants growing with each passing second.

"Would you... Would you wish for me to help you with that?"

You knew his answer at the squeeze of your hand as he let you sit up. Helping you with perching you up onto his lap, he turned around as he let his back rest against your bedframe, your chest pressed against his as the soft flesh of your thighs sat on his, stopping himself just barely from cursing out at the feeling of your weight on his groin.

You gave him an open mouthed kiss on his cheek as you began to descend downwards, shaky breaths being exhaled through his nose as you engraved the form of his neck, chest and entire body into your mind, giving him every bit of his love for you back as you traced the shape of his body with your lips.

You let your hands roam, feeling the muscles you could always drool for, contradict under your touch.

The familiar slightly musky smell made your legs rub themselves together as you laid between his legs, face pressed against his very part as you gave it's clothed form a kiss.

You felt his hand gently weave through your hair, making you lift your eyes up to meet his worried ones.

"Do not overexert yourself for my pleasure, my love."

If he'd be a confectionary, then your teeth would be rotten immediately from it's addictive sweet taste.

"Oh, Tetchou. Your pleasure only makes me yearn for your embrace even more. You're always doing so well for me so let me give you something back."

A hiss slipped out of him at the feeling of the cool air hitting his very member and your hand gently wrapping itself around it's head.

"And don't you dare pull out until I say so. These are the only times where I can freely show you my greed and frankly, it is addicting to both you and I."

Were your last words before he let out a whine too loud for his liking as you engulfed him fully in your mouth.

Tears began to build themselves up in your eyes as you tried to inhale as best as you could through your nose while giving him one last reassuring gaze, before slowly beginning to move your head back and forth, tounge wetting and licking it as if it's your last meal, never failing to let your ears be blessed by the sounds slipping past his mouth.

You felt him tug at your hair, the slight sting only encouraging you to take him as much as you can, his shaky hand grasping teh back of your neck and labored breath forcing out whines out of you as you felt yourself get wetter at the sounds of him.

Letting your hand wrap around the lower half of his member as the other one began to cup his testicles, gently massaging them as you continued to suck with fervor while slurping sounds resonated through your room.

Listening to his shaky breaths and feeling his heaving chest made you unable to stop your movements, sounds escaping even louder out of him whenever you'd grip or suck a bit harder, sheets crumpled up under his trembling hands as he held himself back, not wanting this to be done too soon.

"Y-Y/N, please stop." His pleading voice spurred your movements further until you felt him tap your head two times with the hand grasping your hair.

Giving it on last suck, a smirk made it's way onto your face at the feeling of his hips bucking further into your mouth. He felt a shudder run down his back as he watched you lick your lips at the sight of his with already sweat glistening body, chest heaving in deep breaths while his member continued to throb, precum and spit sticking to it while your hands had moved to either one of his thighs, stroking him as he slowly calmed down from his nearly reached high.

"Tetchou~", you cooed at him, "Did you just reject me from getting my dessert before bed?"

Holding back a chuckle at the sudden widening of his eyes, yet yours still crinkling, as he pursed his lips at your words.

"N-No, I would never dare to. I just... I just wanted this moment to last a bit longer."

He really wanted to be ravished by you at this point. For many his honest and blunt words were deemed as "inappropriate" yet in this forsaken world that was led by lying and manipulation, it was welcomed in your palace, especially in the embrace of each other.

Inhaling strongly at the feeling of your core pressing up against him as you sat down on his lap, you felt the thumping of his heart against yours as you put a hand on his cheek, drawing closer for a kiss.

"I thank you for always being honest with me, my love."

Moans being exchanged between your lips, the air getting hotter with every passing second while you kissed each other with fervor, the need to feel the other as close as possible engulfing the both of you.

Soon, squelching sounds were accompanied by your movements, your undergarments deemed useless as they merely continued to get wetter with each thrust.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he moved down onto your neck, letting his teeth graze and bite into your shoulders, marked spots only in places that would never inconvenience you and only for him to witness and enjoy the sight of them.

"Please, let it be my turn now to pleasure you, my flower."

He spoke as he lifted you from his lap, turning the both of you around as your back rested against the pillows on the headboard. You felt his lips move further down, a hitched breath stuck in your throat as you felt him give your core a languid kiss while he let either of his hands slowly run up and down on each of your thighs, lastly letting them rest on his shoulders as he continued to let his hands glide over them back and forth, mesmerised by their softness.

If he could choose a place to die as your honorable knight, it would truly be between your thighs as they resembled soft clouds embracing him into heaven`s realm.

"Will you allow me?"

Always prioritizing your needs, even when you could blatantly see how eager he was to finally give his full attention to you and pleasure you like no one else could, you only needed to give him a smile and a nod as you braced yourself in anticipation and excitement for what was to come.

Teeth digging strongly into your bottom lip, only the sting of it merely stopped you from whining out loud as he wasted no time to push your underwear to the side.

"T-Tetchou. Don`t keep me waiting for too long." wer you able to squeeze out as he had pushed his face between your thighs, his nose pressing up against your core, letting your fragrance enter his body like a drug that could render him unconscious from how addicting it was.

Embarassment thrown out of the window as you looked down at him, only to be met with yearning in his eyes, making you want to press your thighs together if it wouldn`t be for the firm grip he had on both of them.

"You`re just too addicting to me... But I also can not hold back anymore since..."

Hooking his finger onto your underwear, he pulled it to the site, barely able to stop himself from drooling at the sight of it glistening like the water in your favorite fountain whenever the moon would shine on it.

Letting your hands grip onto his head as you felt him press a lingering kiss onto your clit, you couldn`t stop your back from arching up as he took a long stripe at your core, now feeling the affects that it had been far too long since your last night together.

"You are truly divine." He whispered to himself yet loud enough for you to hear as he let his tounge trace the shape of your clit, changing from sucking at it to lapping at your core like a madman.

You felt your body heat up with each lick and suck as his shameless moans at the taste of your essence further lulled you into losing yourself in his embrace.

In the midst of it all, you twitched at the slight sting in your core as you felt him slide his middle finger inside of you, his other hand rubbing your thigh as an apology.

Not leaving your lower ips before planting a wet kiss onto it, you saw the pleading look in his eyes.

"`M sorry, I just... seem to be unable to hold myself back."

"Then don`t."

You panted out as you tugged his head downwards, your own eagerness nealry making him whine out as he felt the throbbing of his own member not cease, even after having rubbed it against the sheets while enjoying the taste of you.

"I truly love you, Y/N." were the last words you heard as you felt the grip on your tighs tighten.

"I l-love you, to- Ngh?!"

Head luckily hitting against the pillows he had placed behind your back, you pulled at his hair as he wasted not time in going back to work.

It didn`t take long until two and finally three finger fit inside of you, him taking his sweet time to finally feel as close as he could to you as he would always make sure to embrace you fully without any discomfort.

Helping you lie down onto your back as your legs quivered from your previous climaxes while he took his time in "preparing you", feeling too weak to hold back any whines and moans as you felt his member rub against your bare velvet purse.

As his own hands assisted you with pulling your night gown off of you, blown out eyes shook at the way your body glistened as the heat had made its way to you, the sweat clinging onto your body like exquisite jewellry, hair disheveled from all the tugging during your kisses.

Not even the most beautiful dress crafted with only the finest of materials could come close to your bare beauty laid out infront of him.

A sight only for him to cherish and to see.

He had tried his best to refrain from letting such carnal desires get to him in fear of accidentally hurting you and yet the thought of someone else possibly getting to see something for his eyes alone filled his mouth with a bitter taste.

Feeling him tilt your chin towards him, he captured your lips like a starving man, the sudden aggression only fueling your need to be taken by him immediately as he braced an arm next to your head, caging you between him and the bed.

He felt undeserving to utter these next words, his gut churning at the thought of it but even he wanted to be selfish for once, especially when the time to hold you in his arms would slip through his fingers like sand in no time.

"Y/N, would you wish to be mine?"

Surprise laid in your hazy eyes at his sudden question, the dumbfounded look om your face ceasing in seconds as you realized the intention in his words, the slight quiver in his voice not going unnoticed.

Putting both hands onto each of his cheeks, you let a thumb glide over his bottom lip as to seemingly help to put his frown away from his face.

"I have always been yours just as you've always been mine. Not even an Emperor could rip the love my heart holds for you out of me. I would be lying if I'd say i'm not afraid at all but we will always find a way to be with each other. Regardless of what's to come."

Giving him a peck on his nose, you felt a lump in your throat form as you felt the quiver of his lips on your thumb, the glisten in his eyes a sight you've seen on yourself too many times at night and yet, you could fully grasp and feel the bare fear of him losing to a man he'd dare to challenge if there wouldn't be the consequence of you getting hurt, making himself an enemy of the empire or getting beheaded.

"It is okay to fear, my love. We'll love and comfort each other tonight without a mind of this world. Would you like that?"

Nodding silently at your words, you lifted your legs up as he pulled your undergarments off, rubbing the head of his member against your core.

"I would love to, Y/N."

The slight sting of his bottom lip being bitten by him felt like nothing compared to the tightness enclosing around him, a moan slipping out of the both of you as he tried to silence you both with a feverish kiss on your lips, his hand slipping between the both of you as he began to rub your clit, easing the tension of him entering inside of you.

It didn't take long for him to be fully sheathed in, veins popping on his arms and neck as he held himself back from finishing to early, wanting to relish in your warmth for as long as he could as he gently pressed against your stomach with his hand at the sight of his bulge nestled in your walls, making your back arch into his touch.

"T-Tetchou! P-Please move. I can't wait any longer."

"B-But I do not wish to hurt yo-"

Grabbing him at the back of his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss as you pressed the sole of your feet against his thighs, moaning into each other's mouths as you felt him fill you even deeper with his length.

Not wanting to make you wait any longer, he began to pull out until he was barely inside before shoving it in with a slow drag until he was fully pressed against you, not able to push in anymore. He continued with the same rhythm for a while, slowly losing your mind as you kept feeling it his entire length deeply inside of you.

Only a ahort time had passed as he began to quicken his pace while your grip continued to tighten around him, your body fully locking him into a tight embrace just like his lips would never leave yours, only to mark your chest or shoulders in places for his eyes only.

His touch, smell and looks full of devotion and love made the build up inside of you approach you fast, his stamina unrelenting as he had been keeping a steady pace for over an hour now.

"T-Tetchou, 'm close!", you wailed as tears had long begun to roll down your cheeks, the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he made sure to fill you up as much as he could.

"It's alright, Y/N. Just let yourself go. I`ve got you."

Whining at the feeling of him continuously shaping yout walls while he slowed his movements, you felt yourself ready to gush at any moment as he gripped the back of your thighs in each of his hands, pressing them against your chest.

"Tap me on my hand three times if it hurts.", were his last words before he began to pick his pace, your mouth hanging open at the way he kept hitting your cervix so deliciously with no intention in slowing down at all.

Your body began to tremble as the momentum continued to build up inside of you, his pants growing louder as you tightened around him with each thrust.

"Let yourself loose, my love. I'll take it all for you."

His tooth-rotting lovesick words edged your build up even further until you felt something snap inside of you.

Engulfing your moan into his mouth, he halted his pace, pressing further into you as you gushed around his length, slicking the sheets and his thighs with your juices.

He waited until your breathing had calmed down, breaking the kiss as he looked at your own blown out eyes, the heat spreading through your body as you saw him shift his eyes towards his thighs and your core, unknowingly licking his lips at the sight of the clear sheen covering your lower half including his, some of it even dripping down onto the sheets.

Gulping at his unbreaking gaze, you felt his still hard member inside of you, wincing slightly as he gently put your legs down yet still stayed sheathed inside.

"You can do more, can you?"

Thrown off by his sudden question, you threw your head back as he pressed deeper inside of you, always trying to stretch you out, shaping your inside to fit for him and only him.

"One more for me, my flower? Since only one isn't enough for the both of us."

Letting out a breathy chuckle at your eager nodding, he let his hands roam over your body before finally settling down onto your hips, his tight grip leaving bruises he'd know you'd love to see in the mirror in the next morning.

"Then I'll make sure to embrace you and satisfy us fully for the night."

It didn't take long for him to get back into his pace, the way he'd embrace you sooner or later not failing to possibly impregnate you, a selfish thought he'd never dare to utter out.

The night was young as you fully relished in the feeling of him and him alone, ultimately forgetting atleast for a night about the events that are about to befall unto the both of you and cherishing the somber moments of peace in each other's embrace as he coaxed out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

omg im back?? more like i had this sitting for AGES in my drafts and was like "wait a minute... This only needs to be proofread??" i thought i legit had like more than a half of it to finish this 😭 welp here u go yall 😋 cant promise when ill update again since im rly busy with exams 😭 so idk i can only say that my updates will pop up like surprises 👻 WHAT i can say is that in the next chapter, our "tyrant" will be introduced hehe, yall already know who 😋😋 anyway until next time and hope yall have been staying healthy!!

[actually-well-written]

modern AU Luffy x reader. pregnancy when you broke up. Pure Fluff

Inspired: season 8 episode 24 of FRIENDS; @portgasbru

trigger warning: swearing and description of birth 

I know Luffy's a little of out character, but I thought that in the modern world he would be a little less childish and a bit of a burnt out adult. A person that was a very energetic and silly kid, but grow up in a not so free feeling world. Unlike his anime. 

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"Deep breaths. Deep breaths." Luffy repeats, soothing her back and rubbing her forearm.

"MY BREATHS CAN'T GET ANY DEEPER!!!" She shouts out despite being out of breath. "Help me out of bed, I need to walk." She demands, holding out her hand for him to grab.

He springs out of the bed and helps her feet onto the floor. Grabbing into her side and her arm, they start pacing around the hospital room, Luffy holding her close.

Her pants and groans of pain, die down just a little bit as they both rub her swollen belly and take slow steps.

"Oh good Lord!" She whines out, the sweat on her forehead causing her hair to stick to her face. "Luffy, I swear to fucking God, I hate you so much!"

"What did I do?!" He asks, dewildered.

"You did this to me!!"

"Well, it was really a team effort." He jokes, rubbing his neck for self comfort.

She stops in her tracks and glares at him, taking a deep breath as her contraction stops for the moment.

Luffy holds (y/n) by her waist and looks over her stomach, he sighs anxiously, "this baby sure is takin' its time."

"No kidding."

Near the end of last year, Luffy and (y/n) broke up, and as fate would have it, about three days after, (y/n) found out she was pregnant.

Despite all that happened, she told Luffy, he is the father, it was in his right for him to know. (Y/n) Of course made it clear she didn't want him to do anything he didn't want to or become a part of something so sudden with hardly any preparation, but he wanted to be in the baby's life and she did always wanted children.

Thus, they agreed to have the baby, and share custody. Nothing more, nothing less. They could be parents and not have to be forced to date again.

Nine months later and after some preparations, her water broke and they rushed to the hospital. Now waiting for her to fully dilate in a semi private room, at the moment, no other person was in the room.

Luffy sets himself next to (y/n) and carefully wraps his arms around her, placing loving hand on her belly and laying his head on a pillow.

"...Luffy? Can I tell you something?" She whispers.

"Yeah?"

"I'm really scared right now."

"Scared?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow.

"Everyone and their mom's been telling me horror stories of deliveries gone wrong and yeah, I know pain was always gonna happen, but now that it's actually happening, im-im scared."

Luffy glances to the side, licking his lips as if the confession wasn't shocking at all. "It's ok, bab-(y/n). Everythin's gonna be fine."

"You don't know that." She whispers, crossing her arms in a self hug.

"Yes I do. Everythin' will be fine. This baby will be happy and healthy-well. Maybe not happy, babies come out crying right? Healthy then. Definitely healthy." He reassures, getting a little sidetracked.

She giggles, rubbing a circle on her stomach, "yeah?"

"Yeah. I promise."

The two smile and stare at each other. (Y/n) Awkwardly giggles and looks away.

"...you know what we haven't done?" She asks, changing the subject. "Agree on a name."

Luffy's expression immediately drops and he crosses his arms, turning away from her, "I'm telling you, Solo is an amazin' name."

"We are not naming our-could-be son after Han Solo!!"

"HE'S SO AMAZING!!" He raises his arms to his side in protest. "And we are not namin' our-could-be daughter Persephone."

"I don't like Persephone anymore." She confesses, placing a soothing hand on one of her swollen ankles.

"Good!"

"I was thinking, if it's a girl, Céleste?"

"Céleste...." He repeats in a whisper. "Yeah, I'm good with that."

"And if it's a boyyyy...." She trials off tilting her head to the side as if it follows her sentence. "Ace."

Luffy snaps his head around and raises his eyebrows in an annoyed expression, "that's not funny."

She laughs softly, running a hand through her hair. Her sweat wetting her palm. "It's a little funny."

He doesn't reply, but leans against the headboard, "Arie." He deadpans, staring down at the foot of the bed. "If it's a boy, Arie."

"....Arie," she repeats, smiling to herself, "ok, Arie it is."

"Welp, that took us longer than it should have." He chuckles, combing his hat hair with his fingers.

She takes notice, biting a nail, a habit she hopes doesn't pass onto her baby. "Luffy? Why did you take off your hat?"

"Huh?"

"Your hat." She points to his signature straw hat sitting on the beige night stand next to the bed.

"Oh, um-"

"You don't like taking it off. You wore it to our first date. Hell, you wore it when we were conceiving this thing." She chuckles, gesturing to her belly.

"Hehe, yeah, that thing's seen a lot." He whispers, a light blush on his cheeks.

"Why'd you take it off?"

Luffy pauses, and scratches his neck for the possible millionth time now, and glances around the room to not meet her eyes.

"Uh, the doctor looked at me kinda funny when she saw me wearin' it."

"So? I've seen you wear that thing with a full fancy suit."

"Well, I..I need to mature a little, don't you think?"

"What?! No! Where is this coming from? Who are you?! Luffy wouldn't say that!"

"I'm gonna be a father now, (y/n), I need to start actin' my age-"

"Don't ever say that again." She pouts, glancing down at his shirt to avoid eye contact, "I like that you're immature, you've always made me laugh and it's admirable how you're never afraid to be yourself in any situation. Why would you want to change that?"

He pauses, taking his head off the headboard and putting his arms between his legs, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Please, put it back on." She tucks a hair behind her ear, "It makes me anxious when you take it off."

"Huh? Why?" He raises his head a little.

"Because! It makes you look serious, especially when you're frowning. How am I supposed to be less scared, if you look like your getting ready for something bad?"

Luffy sighs, seeing her worried expression. Without saying anything, he reaches towards the nightstand and places his hat back on his head, not bothering to adjust the string.

(Y/n) Also stays silent, laying her head right under his shoulder, her fingers gently adjusting the string to tighten perfectly around Luffy's jawline.

He let's her, not speaking or moving, not even watching, instead focusing on the outside world, right through the room window. Watching as the people walk by, probably none of them having to deal with an accidental pregnancy or the complicated feelings it brings.

"Can you....talk?" She asks, softly, lowering her hands from the string and placing them on her lap.

"What?" He snaps his focus back to her, forcing his gaze away from the couple below sitting in a park bench as they drink coffee together. A bittersweet nostalgia feeling eating at his heart.

She frowns softly, her eyes feeling with a bit of anxiousness. "Talk. About...anything really. I love hearing you talk." She whispers, remembering all the times she used to ask him to talk in order to fall asleep.

"Anything?" He snorts, "don't get me started." He crosses his arms and titles his head, thinking of something to say that would help her forget about basically pushing out a nine pound bowling ball.

"I saw the trailer for a movie, but I don't remember what the movie was called. So I made Zoro drive me to the movie theater, to see if I could recognize it by the poster. Turns out it wasn't a movie, it was an ad for car insurance."

She laughs and grabs his arm, "how do you mix that up?"

"Ads are becoming movie level, (y/n). Don't judge me!" He giggles, playfully scolding her. "Anyways, I bought popcorn and then me and Zoro went to go see Oppenheimer instead."

"Is it good? I haven't watched it yet."

"Yeah, it was. Really loud though." He explains, rubbing his ears as if he can still hear it perfectly.

"I wanna see sonic three!" She states, bouncing her feet on the bed slightly.

"Oooh, me too!" His eyes lights up in excitement, the exact way she likes them. "Let's go see it when it comes out!"

"Uh, when it does, we'll have a seven month old."

"We'll take 'em with us!"

" I don't think the other people there would appreciate that." She giggles.

"Oh, right. Fuck." He exclaims, scratching his leg while thinking of a new solution.

She smiles brightly at him, reaching towards his hat and fixing it to balance better on his head. The action causes Luffy to pause and watch her as her eyes glance at him more times than actually needed.

She puts her hand on the bed, in the space between the two. He clears his throat and rubs his cheek.

"I've...I've been thinking." He starts, placing his arm across her back, rubbing his leg nervously.

"You can think?" She jokes, Luffy only ignoring it.

".....I think-"

The door opens, causing (y/n) and Luffy to turn. The doctor walks in, putting on clean new gloves. "Nineteen hours." She exclaims, stopping right at the foot of the bed, "How you doing?"

"Like if this baby doesn't come out now, I'm gonna cut my stomach open and make 'em." She deadpans, causing Luffy to widen his eyes.

The doctor nods in understanding, checking her dilation, an action (y/n) unfortunately became used too. "Welp, you're in luck."

"I'm sorry?" Luffy asks, getting off the bed in shock. The contraption pain forgotten for (y/n).

"You're fully dilated. Let's go have this baby." She proudly announces, calling in nurses to help move the bed.

"Wait-wait. No-what? What. What!?" She panics, as they roll her away into the hallways, Luffy right next to her, holding her hand. "I'm not ready for this!"

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"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!" (y/n) Sobs out, inhaling rapidly.

"Ok, we stop in five seconds." The doctor announces. "Five.......four-"

"Threetwoone!" (Y/n) Whines out, immediately stopping and laying her head on the angled bed. Panting and crying.

"You're doing great, (y/n)." Luffy praises, moving the hair from her face. Her sweat sticking to his finger. His other hand wrapped around her leg, helping her keep them open.

"Take a break, alright? breathe and we start again in ten minutes." The doctor explains, pushing her chair away slightly.

"No. No. No. I can't. I can't push anymore." She whimpers, covering her face with a hand as she cries.

"Yes, yes you can, (y/n). You're the strongest woman I know." Luffy reassures, adjusting his grip.

"Talk. Talk. Talk. Please. Luffy, please." She pants. Grabbing onto the sheets and she pushes herself up more.

"Uh-um. I-I don't know what to say." He awkwardly laughs, whipping the sweat from his palms on one of the pillows.

"What were you gonna tell me? Back in the room, you were gonna tell me something."

"Oh. That, um. Can that wait-"

"Please. Please. Please. I-I need a distraction." She begs, closing her eyes tightly.

"I ... I was just gonna say that.... I think we should try again."

"Try what?" She asks, turning her head to look at him.

"Us." He exclaims, "when-when we broke up. I-I actually died. Like my chest hurt and I couldn't get out of bed. Then when you told me you were pregnant, I immediately thought that we should get back together." He confesses. "But you know, you told me you didn't want that, and I wanted to respect it, but after all these months, I kept missing you. You were right there, but I couldn't call you mine anymore and I missed it."

He glances at the floor and gulps, "I-I think we should try again. We have a kid now, we should be a family. I want to be a family. And I think you do too." He pauses, "I know I didn't say it enough when we were together, but I love you. I love you a lot and I don't think it can ever go away, because it can barely even fit in my body."

(Y/n) Stays silent, looking up at him with a wide eyed expression, her sobs causing her body to shake a bit and her tears still spill out of her eyes.

Luffy glances around the room, and clears his throat, "can you say something?" He whispers.

"...I don't know what to say." She confesses.

".... Say you still love me too."

"I do still love you." She breathed, "and honestly? When I found out I was pregnant, I hoped that it meant we got to try again, but I was scared, because what happens if we get hurt again and our baby gets in the mix."

"We won't get hurt again." He insisted, "I know I'm an idiot and pretty dumb, and I don't make good decisions, but it's okay, because you're amazing and perfect and i would learn calculus for you. I know with all my being we'll do it right this time. You deserve it, I deserve it. They deserve it."

They both pause and stare at each other in full love and tenderness. Leaning in, they smash their lips together in a passionate kiss. The hat sliding backwards a little and he places his hand on her cheek, they continue the kiss for a few more seconds.

The doctor places her hand on her heart and cooes. "I'm gonna call my baby daddy after this." One of the nurses whispers. The other three nod in understanding.

"Ok, if you guys are ready let's finish this up." The doctor pushed her chair closer, placing her hands on the bed.

The two pull away and turn back towards the doctor, "yes, please." (Y/n) Exclaims, the pain intensifying as another contraption starts. Luffy wraps his arm around her leg again and hold her hand with his other.

"Ok, now. Push."

She continues to push and cry, repeating the action for the next hour, when finally. The room is filled with baby cries.

(Y/n) Screams and sobs for the last time as she watches Luffy cut the umbilical cord. The nurse holds up the baby in front of them. "It's a boy." She says softly, before taking him away.

(Y/n) And Luffy smile at each other, he wipes away her tears, and she traced the scar on his cheek, a small action she didn't know she missed doing.

The nurse gives back the baby, now wrapped in a blue blanket. (Y/n) Takes him and places him perfectly in her arms. Luffy kisses him in his forehead as (y/n) admires him.

"Do we have a name?" A nurse asks, her hands on her hips, admiring the baby as well.

"Arie." Luffy and (y/n) reply in union, before glancing back at each other. They smile brightly, before sharing another kiss, the hat falling off this time, the string tugging on Luffy's neck a bit.

[penny-anna]

trying to leave my aunt & uncle's house this morning

wake up & realise that i forgot to tell anyone that i'm technically booked onto the 11am train. it is already almost 10. this isn't a huge problem as i have an open return so can get any train w/e

'i forgot to tell you i booked the 11am' 'oh that's not happening' 'yeah ik'

go to check on the app when the next train is. see that the 11am is cancelled due to weather conditions

oh no.jpg

tell my aunt

'oh no' yeah.

sit on her sofa for the next half an hour or so and watch the 11:30, 12 and 12:30 trains all get cancelled

my cousin (11): you could just stay 2 more hours

yeah the trains. probably aren't gonna be running in 2 hours sorry.

maybe they will drive me home?? (it's like 1 hour)

'are the buses running' *checks* yeah :(

go to bus stop. it's raining.

see a bus go by in the other direction. 'are you sure you checked the right bus timetable' *double checks* yeah we're good

stand around for 5-6 minutes anxiously trying to figure out if the buses are actually running or have been cancelled

the bus website is saying the next bus isn't coming through till 2pm but is saying that there will be a bus at the other stop in the village in 5 minutes so mixed signals!!

bus arrives

realise i'm so used to edinburgh buses (flat fare) that i forget i have to like talk to the bus driver and tell him where i'm going

take ages to figure out how to pay

bus driver waits for me to sit down before driving off. this makes sense given that i have bags and am the only person boarding but im used to the city so im just screaming internally at holding everyone up

bus is so so busy

windows are very foggy so hard to tell what's going on but fortunately i'm going all the way

at one point we start reversing and i'm like ???? before remembering ohh lol yeah this is the part of the Edinburgh-Galashiels bus route where the bus goes backwards for a bit i remember now

anyway i got home eventually

[cinnamonbear22]

Oblivious love (c.s x reader)

Chapter five

First four parts are up <3

HIIII omg im so sorry i didn’t write for so long i was so down but im back and i want to update as frequently as I possibly can <3 thank you all for your support :,) also if there’s any suggestions or any type of request i am soooo down to do lil one shots or headcannons im feelin creative 😛😛

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the rest of my vacation with the triplets flew by. despite me and chris finally admitting our feelings to each other, it didn't make things any different between me and the rest of his brothers. i still spent extreme quality time with nick and matt, as well as having special evenings with just chris. but unfortunately it all came to an end, where now we were all walking through the airport with mopey, sad looks on each of our faces.

matt and chris carried all of my bags through the airport, not even allowing me to take my small carryon. my hand anxiously was gripping onto nicks arm around as we went to take a seat in the waiting area, listening carefully for my flight to be called. "i'm so sad" nick pouted, looking down at me as matt and chris sat across from us. "it felt just like old times when we were constantly together"

"i know" i sighed and leaned my head on his shoulder, both chris and matt were equally upset. "but it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i tried smiling and nudged both chris and matt with my foot.

"why don't you just move in with us?" matt looked at me with full seriousness, causing me to actually laugh at his wide eyes.

"my mom is all by herself at home, i couldn't do that to her, you know that" my eyes looked between chris and matt's since they were both awaiting an answer. "and i have a job that is most likely pissed at me for taking two weeks off"

"just quit your job" chris shrugged and we both exchanged weary smiles.

"you know i also can't do that" i kept eye contact with him, the same comforting eyes I’ve know since birth still sending butterflies right to my stomach.

"we'll come visit super super soon" nick reassured everyone, mostly his sad brothers. "we'll have a fun day with you and nathan and everyone else, soon, i promise" he looked down at me with a smile.

"i'm looking forward to it" i smiled back at nick, and looked back over at the other two. chris was definitely the most devastated out of all of them. It’s making my heart sink.

after about fifteen minutes of light conversation, they announced my flight over the p.a. system. all of their eyes widened as if it were an shocking surprise, making me slightly giggle. "i don't want you to go" nick pulled me into a big hug as i stood up. tears were threatening my eyes as i was in his tight embrace.

"stop it im going to start bawling" i shakily laughed in his tight hold.

“I’m so sorry we haven’t been around much, or the fact we haven’t flown you out sooner” he rubbed my back before pulling away from each other.

"don't be sorry, i know you guys are busy" i used the back of my hand to wipe the tears.

i went to matt next, hugging him just as tight as he rested his head on top of my own. "thank you so much for everything" he held me close and i could hear in his voice he was getting choked up as well.

"no, no, no" i pulled away from him and looked at his damp eyes, similar to nicks. "thank you for everything" i smiled gently and gave him one last hug before they called my flight once again. "i love you guys so much" i looked over at nick and matt, both of them looking as if they’re trying their hardest not to let any tears slip.

"text us once you land" nick grabbed my hand and held it gently, giving it a squeeze before i turned around and looked at chris.

his eyes were already bloodshot as his lashes were wet with a constant flow of tears. seeing him like this finally broke me and tears began to leak steadily from my eyes. "walk me to the gate?" i asked him softly, and all he could do is nod. "bye guys" i turned around and waved at them, and they both said goodbye back. i held onto chris's hand as we started to walk towards my assigned gate. we were both silent, the energy was very different from how he normally is. "can you say something?"

"i'm sorry" he swallowed hard as the gate came into vision. "i feel so devastated" he sighed and sniffled a little, breaking my heart more and more by the second. this reminded me of the time they visited boston awhile back, but i was the only one who was available to drive them to the airport (which i hate saying my goodbye's to them) and he was just as emotional leaving as he is now. he's always been so emotional with me.

"it's okay" i pushed out a smile and we both stopped a few feet in front of the gate. "it's not like we're never going to see each other again" i scoffed trying to cheer him up, but his entire face was becoming red and blotchy. "awe, chris" i stood on my tiptoes, throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him to me.

he didn't hesitate to bend down to my level and snatch my waist quickly into his strong arms, holding me the tightest he's ever have in his life. "i know i'll see you soon but," he took a shaky breath into the side of my neck, his tears wetting his hoodie i was currently wearing. "damn i feel like we finally just started life together" he emphasized the ending, pulling me in closer. "it was such a small taste of everything i wanted, and now it's already gone"

"we have always been in this life together" i comforted him as best as i could, lacing my fingers through his soft hair as his head sunk more onto my shoulder. "it's not gone, it'll always be here, i'll always be here" i pulled away from him, holding his face as he stilled gripped strongly on my waist. "i hate seeing you cry" my breath hitched in my throat as i let out a small laugh. my thumbs swiped across his cheekbones as he stared intently down at me watching my every move.

"i love you" he faintly said trying to choke back tears, making my heart flutter.

"i love you too" i stood on my tiptoes once again and reached myself up to his lips. i held his face as our lips connected gently, kissing each other slow and soft yet so passionate as if we were going to be separated for eternity. his lips tasted a bit salty from his constant flow of tears as he held me even tighter. this wasn’t like him either, he hates public display of affection.

the p.a. system announced their third, and final call. we both pulled away from each other, holding each others eyes with our own. "i'll be back soon, i promise" he bit his bottom lip most likely to prevent it from trembling. his eyes still streamed with tears.

"i know you will" i gently brushed his hair to the side so i could see his eyes more.

"ill text you every second of the day" he swallowed and nodded harshly. "and call you everyday, no matter how busy i am" he brought his hands up to my face now, cupping it as we looked intensely in my eyes. "ill send you presents and letters and i'll always be available to you okay? one call away, one text away, one flight away, no matter what time of day, do you understand?" i nodded as tears weld greatly in my eyes at how caring and loving he is. i quickly kissed him once again, my time is now running up with him. "my sweet princess," he pulled me into another hug, gently kissing the top of my head with his hand holding the back of it. "i love you so much"

"i love you so much" i took a deep breath trying to prevent myself from sobbing.

"call me when you land" as we pulled away from each other, my heart instantly felt empty. i grabbed my carryon bag from his shoulder, to which he instantly kissed my cheek and put on a small smile. "i love you (y/n)"

"i love you" my throat felt like it was completely closed up, my heart felt slightly broken. i pushed my own self to start stepping towards the entrance, my feet feeling like cement and wanting to stay here with chris. i wiped my nose with the hoodies sleeve, his scent instantly filling my senses causing more tears to fall. i wanted to look back behind me at him again before i was on, but i couldn't bring myself to it. if i had, i would've probably ran right back to him.

i boarded the plane with a sniffly nose and wet eyes. i kept my eyes down at the floor trying to avoid all the stares and looks from concerned passengers. as i sat in my seat the flight attendant was going over safety instructions and material, but it was hard for me to even focus on the information. this was definitely the hardest goodbye i've said in awhile.

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once the plane landed, my phone came back into service and already tons of messages were piled up all from chris.

chris<3

i miss u already

plz i hope the plane turns around im manifesting it

did it turn around

r u back in la ?! plz say yes

i hope u have a safe flight

u looked super cute in my clothes the lil sweatpants hoodie combo is sooo cute

but only my sweatpants and hoodies...

I CANT WAIT TO TALK TO UUUU

did u land yet??????

r u safe?? did the plane crash????

MY PILLOW STILL SMELLS LIKE UR CONDITIONER IM GONNA CRYYY

I MISS U

I LUV U

i'm scared what if the plane did crash i think id die

na id come find it and save u the moment it happens

nicks editing the car video now that u we're in u look so gorgeous i miss u

ur always so gorgeous yoyhe always been

**youve

text me when you can

i smiled at the plethora of messages, but i was only able to text back a little since i had to board off.

chris<3

i just landed, ill txt u when i can !!

i love u sm

as soon as i sent those text my phone instantly pinged with a message from him as if he'd been lingering on the message screen. unfortunately i couldn't open it right away considering i was already being nudged and pushed from the large crowd.

once i was off the plane i grabbed my luggage that was being put through on a conveyor belt. after i grabbed all of my belongings, my eyes started to scan the busy airport. "(y/n)!" i heard my name being shouted from behind me. "we're over here sweetie"

i turned around to see my mom, mr. and mrs. sturniolo, and nathan standing near my mother. they all waved me over and as much as this day was heartbreaking, this brought a large smile to my face. i quickly jogged over to them as my mom held her arms open for me and i had no hesitation running right onto them.

"i missed you" i hugged her tightly as she hugged me back.

"i missed you too (y/n)" she said warmly as we hugged each other for a long, long time. i was more of a homebody, being back in boston with my mother felt amazing. "did you have fun?" she asked while smiling down at me.

"i really did" i smiled back at her and quickly began greeting mr. and mrs. sturniolo with massive hugs as well. after all, they were like my second parents. especially mr. sturniolo, considering i never had a father figure in the house.

"did they behave?" mrs. sturniolo asked with a little grin.

"of course they did" i giggled a bit before giving nathan a big hug as well. "thank you guys all for coming" i looked around at the small group that came to greet me from my long trip.

"awe, of course sweetheart" mrs. sturniolo gave me a big smile of gratitude, lifting my spirits completely.

we all started to head out now, mr. sturniolo grabbed one of my suitcases and nathan grabbed the other one and my carryon bag. i repeatedly tried to tell him that i could carry my own stuff, but they refused to let me.

the adults walked a little ahead of us while discussing dinner plans with each other. "so" nathan began, looking over at me with mocking eyes as we trailed behind the rest of them. "you and chris finally came to your senses?"

"shut up" i glanced up at him, my face immediately burned up at the mention of chris. "how do you even know?"

"how do i know?" he scoffed teasingly down at me to which I hit the side of his arm. "hm, how would i know (y/n)?" he continued the teasing and talked to me as if i were a caveman. "it's not like i've been best friends with them for a just little while now" he looked down at me while making a goofy face to which i only rolled my eyes. "it's not like he told me the second it happened"

"did he really?" a smile now broke across my embarrassed face.

"i swear" nate nodded, dropping the sarcasm. "man, i've been hyping him up to do that since we were like, fourteen i think?"

"seriously?" i giggled a little, now trying to regain my composure. since i grew up with the triplets, it was inevitable that nate would also become a huge part in my life as well. i remember me and him didn't get along well at first, but as the years passed he became one of my best friends. we still consistently hangout with each other even when the triplets aren't around. "thank you for coming" i smiled up at him, earning a small grin back.

"of course" he slightly chuckled as we entered the busy parking lot. "i sort of missed you"

"awe..!" i dramatically cooed at him making him embarrassed now. "you missed me?" i jokingly pouted my lips and covered my heart.

"i take it back" he shook his head slightly as we finally approached mr. sturniolo's car. as much as i missed the triplets, i was extremely happy to be back in boston.

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"what did you do tonight?" chris's voice hummed through my phone as i had him on speaker. i was putting away all my luggage and clothing from the trip as we finally got a chance to talk.

"well," i began to fold some of my pants and put them neatly back in my drawer. "your mom had me, my mom, and nate over for dinner tonight" i paced around my room putting each item back in their respective drawer. "and then after nate took me out for ice cream"

"he took you out?" chris's voice sounded extremely guarded.

"not like that you jerk" i shook my head as if he could see me. "you know what i mean, cmon it's nathan"

"i know, im just teasing you"

"right" i replied in a slightly sarcastic manner.

"did anyone talk about like... us? did our parents say anything?"

"of course they did" i giggled and sat down on the edge of my bed. "it was the hot topic of the dinner table"

"well what did they say?" his voice became shy with that question.

"my mom was mad that i didn't tell her, but honestly they were all pretty happy with it. your mom is also mad you didn't say anything to her"

"i'll have to call her later and catch her up then"

me and chris ended up talking for another three hours on the phone before finally hanging up and going to bed. we both agreed it was weird not sleeping next to each other since we had gotten so used to it, but until i see him again, his hoodie is going to have to do.