#listen i made this realization early today and now need to share it

[running-with-kn1ves]

Sleepy Afternoons

A/N: Teehee ngl I just wrote this as a period comfort fic indulgent for myself. I hope you nerds enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

CW: AFAB reader on period, jokes of breeding, using a dragon as a heating pad, pretty much just fluff

WC:2000

Synopsis: A lazy Sunday, the perfect start to a week on your period where you'll be constantly pestered by your dragon boyfriend.

A dragon’s hoard in times long before consisted of fine jewels and immense mounds of gold, shiny objects as far as the eye could see. Whether it was stuffed in the depths of a cave or deep in the forest, a hoard barred spikes and “DO NOT ENTER” warnings; whether they were legible or not was never up to the righteous dragon’s responsibility.

Adventurers and bandits never heeded these signs of caution, getting stuck in the narrow holes meant for dragons to shimmy through or meeting their demise through puzzles and endless booby traps-- such monsters were thorough in keeping their treasure safe. Any item that caught the creatures attention could be found in their rich reservoirs, even if they were mere wave-smoothened stones from a lake, an old lover, or a prettily decked-out concubine that was too tempting not to take. 

That however, was centuries ago. Dragons, like the rest of us, must conform to modern society, technology too powerful and people too abundant to go around flying and terrorizing just to get one’s hands on a pretty penny.

Your boyfriend, once a ravenous creature with a cave of glittering gems and fine craftsmanship-- that he may or may not have maimed many blacksmiths to steal-- now resided with you in too big of a bedroom. You had argued before buying the apartment; who would need this much space? But his hoarder tendencies clearly made up for the abundance in space. Gaming consoles, silvery granola bar wrappers, aluminum dollar store trinkets, books with glittery covers-- the floor was almost unseeable with his trash and treasure mixed together. He wasn’t necessarily dirty-- in fact every item had its own spot and preferred place, which is why it killed a piece of him any time you threw away something that should not be “decorating” your shared home. 

Though as you practically took care of both of you, it was hard to keep up being the caregiver in the relationship. Especially, on your period. Sunday, what a perfect day, to realize you had a whole work week ahead of mood swings and lower abdominal pain, all mixed with the gory massacre you’d face every time you went to the bathroom. Your cramps didn’t usually come in this early of a start, but it seemed like nothing was going quite right today.

“T’s wrong, darlin’?” Your draconic, crusty-eyed boyfriend mumbled into your back. “Somethin’ hurting…?”

He had been asleep since noon, ignoring the stream of yellow shining down on him from between the cracks of the blinds. But with those poor eyes and slightly above average listening skills, he completely ignored the sun and heard your groans of pain as you curled into a ball. The aching in your lower tummy was like hellfire, crisp burning and somersaults of your organs unlike any other pain than usual. Nothing was helping, no cold rags or medicine, it was like your infinite headache and body pains were destined to consume you. 

“C’mon baby answer me, I wanna help..” He pouted again.

“Just my stomach..” You downplayed, not sure if you could handle his frantic coddling if he realized you’re period started. The last time you made the mistake of doing so, you had pads stacked to the brim in your bathroom cabinets and tampons in your closets, the mass shoplifting endeavor of his creating even less space in your home. Well, atleast you were set for the next fifty-seven or so cycles.

 “I just need to rest n’ I’ll be fine, soon…” 

Another wave of pain came through, head ringing as soft nails raked up and down your sweating back. 

‘When will this be over,’ you wondered. 

Maybe that horrible breeding endeavor your boyfriend was always obsessed with was worth it if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer through this for nine months. Yeah, just nine months of morning sickness and bloating and growing a whole dragon-human parasite inside of you. But hey… the making part wouldn’t be too bad, and atleast you would be crotch-pain free. 

Man, now the pain was really talking through you.

“Yer period, right?” Your dragon wonders, scratching the back of his head. He’s more awake now, and you wish he was still passed out grabbing onto you, even through the sticky sweat from his body heat. “I’m sorry baby…I know it hurts. What’you want me to do?”

“How’d you even know..” You groan, almost annoyed at how keen he is. Next thing you’d know he’d be shoving some pretty pawn shop jewelry for you to hold to distract you from the pain.

“I don’t think.. You want to know. And well there’s the obvious, I noticed you changed the bed covers.”

Oh lord, was he talking about that split tongue-nose smell-ability ‘dragon thing’ again? Could your embarassment get any worse?

“Does that mean you’ve… EVERY TIME? Every time you knew?”

He sheepishly fell into the new sheets of warmth, those dark eyebrows lifted in innocence.

“Sometimes before you knew, I think.”

Officially, you wish your boyfriend was asleep again. Maybe you’d just strangle him to end this mind-numbing conversation. 

“What can I do?” He repeated. “Get you more pads?” 

“No.” You shut him down as soon as the words left his mouth. 

“What then? A snack, more pillows? Now’s the time to be babied, you know. Unless you’d be okay with me coming to work with you--” 

You groaned, partly to shut him up and to vocalize the squeezing, contracting inside of you. 

His clawed fingers came to cradle your belly, right below your belly button on your pelvic muscle. He rubbed, just gently, back and forth with a slight pressure as your head buried into the sheets beneath you. 

“Just this.. is fine..” You murmur, feeling hot, humid breath exhale against your neck, emerald green slits baring into your twisted expression. He was watching you, the way your body reacted, the little signals of discomfort. 

You heard a slight flutter of his wings as they adjusted, his body fitting against yours like a puzzle piece; it was nice to be the small spoon again, rather than cradling your needy dragon lover like a cocoon as he so often desired. 

The dragon slowly pushed a leg between your bunched knees that stuck together, getting easier access to your tummy. His palm was so warm, as the torso flushed behind you kept a reassuring prresence. You almost turned on your back to get his palm farther against your stomach, the slight pressure and warm temperature soothing the ache in your lower back and groin. 

“You know… I could always breed ya, then you wouldn’t have to--” 

“Don’t try to convince me right now.” you spat, turning into him as his hand worked magic, the other brushing hair off of your neck and cheek. “That’s not an option, especially right now.”

“Well, at the very least I can make you feel good. Might ease up some of the pain, yeah?” He laid back down to lean in closer. 

You sighed; he clearly didn’t understand the discomfort and embarrassment that his oh-so keen intimacy would bring you right now. You loved the sentiment, and maybe you’d be up for it if you weren’t solely thinking about your physical misery, but you barely had the fortitude to look back toward him. 

Your dragon buried his flared nose into the top of your head, lined against you like a perfectly shaped heat blanket. 

“You wouldn’t even have to do anything.. I’ll do whatever makes ya feel better.” His other hand snakes beneath your hip against the bed mattress, pulling you back toward his body even closer, if possible. The warm, spiked fingers tapping alongside your pelvic bone made your skin spark, your lower stomach buzzing with numbed pain and a fullness that made you want to sleep for another week. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” He frowns. “Your face.. You look so, uncomfortable.”

“Wow, thanks.” You jab, feeling a heated tail slither up your knee, to your thigh. It almost flicked in apology. “Mm.. Just stay my heating pillow and I’ll be fine.” 

“I can do that.” The confidence in his voice worries you, knowing he’ll do an unnecessary load of more than you asked for. Your fetal position was gently yanked free, a pounced creature on your back as you’re forced onto your stomach. “I’ll be the best spiky heating pad you’ve ever seen.”

The strong, scaled forearms of your draconic spouse come to wrap around your hips, a burning touch ringing from his skin, worming his way beneath your comfortable pajama pants and shirt, skin on skin as his body temperature rises to accommodate your desires. His forearms seem to ripple against you, fingers tickling your sides as his legs trap against your thighs from above, most if not every length of his body pulsating against yours like a live, scaly cocoon intent on making you his personal plush, and he your sweet, warm monster. 

“Feel better baby…” He kissed at the nape of your neck, sandpapery forked tongue popping out to lick away your sweat. “It’ll be over soon.. I’ma make it all better.”

You leaned deeper into the stuffy mattress sheets, the pressure on your abdomen welcomly encouraged as you push as far as possible into his fiery hands.

“I’m betting on it.” You muffle into the pillows, squirming your hips against his his body, warm chest and carved quadriceps surrounding you. The slight pressure of his inner thighs against your hips was welcoming, his mounted position atop of you seemingly odd to an outsider-- but you didn’t care how weird it might’ve looked, as the calm of your gutted abdomen took over. 

You yawned into the side of the pillow as you turned your head, lifting your hips just a little to soak in the heat radiating from behind you. 

“Awe’d, so sleepy huh? Need a little nap?” the dragon behind you poked. 

Who knew a murderous, millenium-old dragon would be sweet-talking you so gently-- just a few centuries ago he was murdering travelers for stumbling just a few steps too close to his prized hoard. 

“But I just woke up.” You protest, upset at the sleepiness of the afternoon that was rubbing off from your draconic lover on you. “Got too much to do, can’t lay in bed all day..like you.” 

You groan into the pillow as a wave of cramps hit you, only slightly set ajar by the gentle massaging of the skin above your pelvic bone. 

“Hrmm.” Your boyfriend thinks, shoving his warmly snout against your neck. “I guess it’s unfortunate that I’m not going to be letting you go then. Not allowed to get up until you feel better.” 

You laugh, taking one of your dragon’s toasty hands to your chest to hold onto. 

“I’ll be here all week, then.”

It was here you felt the safest, the warmest, the most vulnerable and easily devourable-- well, thankfully dragon’s didn’t particularly have a taste for the flesh of humans. Shutting your eyes, you let the guttural ‘hrmm’s’ of your dragon lull you to thoughtlessness. 

“If that’s what it takes..” He presses a deep kiss close to your forehead, relishing in the sweet scent of your hair. The huffs from his nose tickle the back of your ears, such petrichor warmth and humidity so reminiscent of past lazy mornings. “You’re not going anywhere, my diamond.”

[heartf4iry]

punishment — abby anderson x reader

hi everyone :) first time writing abby + smut…. i didn’t know where i was going w this but! it’s not very long & i hope u like !! kisskiss 💋

cw: 18+ please!!!! fem!reader, lil oral & a lil nipple sucking (both r!recieving) a lil degradation, kindaaa mean abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, & petnames, like sweetheart, baby, doll (obvious idk how to tag things lol!)

<3

with dating abby, you’ve learned that she likes things to be orderly, safe, according to plan. when it came to you, she was always extra attentive, making sure that your needs were met, giving her all for your safety. she wanted her girl happy.

she was always the one to give you lectures and keep things holding together. abby was heavy on structure. though today, when things spiraled a little out of control, she realized how ungrateful you could be after everything she’s done for you.

so now, here you two were, in your shared bedroom where she was going to set things straight.

“tell me why you’re in trouble.” her voice sounds, piercing the silence in the room. you want to say the right thing, but your mind is blank. with your heart pounding wildly and threatening to jump out of your chest, it was hard to think of anything.

you stay quiet for a second longer before muttering. “i don’t know, abby.”

“you don’t know?” she chuckles, threatening eyes looking you up and down with pity.

“no, abby! you just wanted to get all mad and leave early like nothing even happened! it was a party. of course i was going to have fun.” you complain, lifting up a hand in confusion.

abby feels a switch go off in her head. she looks off to the side at the floor, nodding to herself. “alright. we’ll it do this way, then.”

“take off your clothes.” abby ordered, tone sharp. she sat on the edge of the bed with her palms flat on the sheets behind her, silvery eyes locking with yours as she waited for you to begin undressing. when you stood there, dumbly, without any movement, she rolled her eyes with a sigh, becoming impatient.

“know you heard me. i said take your clothes off. strip, now.” she was louder the second time, her orders making you fumble with the hem of your shirt before you began to pull it over your head. you knew abby wasn't fond of repeating herself, but your mind was racing a million miles per hour and all you wanted to do was please her, which only made you anxious.

you threw your shirt across the room somewhere, beginning to shimmy out of your pants. you were incredibly aroused, legs feeling like jelly as you undressed under abby’s intimidating gaze. when you stepped out of one pantsleg, you felt how much wetness already pooled into your underwear.

“bra and panties off too.” she reminded you, but you hesitated—already slipped into obedience but not quite sure what she was going to do with you yet.

“a-abby-“

“what did i just tell you?” she stood, leaning closer to you. her height made you want to shrink into a corner. “you’re gonna wanna listen, sweetheart, or you won’t like where this is going. got it?”

you nodded nonetheless, and abby sat back down with bulging arms crossing over her chest. you let your hands wander to your back, unhooking your bra. abby watched the material fall to the floor, licking her lips at the sight of your hardening nipples.

your panties came after. slowly, you pulled them down your legs, cheeks burning in embarrassment as abby tsked with the shake of her head at the line of slick that followed.

“you’re sick, y’know that?” she looks up at you with her brows raised, before she gestured for you to sit on her lap. you straddle her, carefully, feeling hot all over at the fact that you were completely bare, and abby was fully clothed. but that only made your clit throb humiliatingly between your thighs.

“you like getting off to me scolding you?” her voice was tender, soft, teasing, tickle of her breath on your lips erupting goosebumps all over your body.

“saw how wet you are,” she whispered, and you knew what she was doing. you couldn’t help but feel like melting into mush under her touch. her large hands rubbed up and down your sides, then squeezed ever so gently at the fat of your thighs, thumbs rubbing tiny circles across your skin.

a wave of warmth surged in your core at being this close to her, wanting her big arms to wrap and nuzzle you into her chest. your eyes were fluttering, trying to keep them open, eyes open—needing to kiss her, wanting to feel her tongue slide in your mouth, so badly. that is, until her fingers pinch one of your nipples, rubbing the skin harshly which snaps you out of your daydream.

“answer me, baby. don’t make me repeat myself.” you panted, heartbeat thumping in your ears. “y-yeah, i-i like it. like it a lot,”

“pathetic girl,” she chuckled, leaning forward to take your nipple into her mouth. the hotness of her tongue sent electricity through your body, the pink muscle swirling and sucking at the bud. you were squirming over her, grabbing and pulling her head impossibly closer than she already was. “a-abby, pleaseplease don’t stop—“

despite your words she detached, a trail of saliva following. silvery blue eyes darting between your glossy, hooded ones. “you want me to stop?”

“no! nono, please keep going, i’ll be good i’ll be—please abby, just—anything, please,” you pleaded, words coming out in jumbles and babbles. your clit was pulsing hotly now, slick probably drooling onto abby’s pants.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” you almost regret begging when you see a twinkle of something appear in her eye. you’re not sure what it is, but it’s not comforting.

“go. lay on the bed.” she nodded her head sideways, and you quickly follow, crawling onto the sheets and scooting up toward the headboard so your head was against the pillows.

abby comes between your legs, spreading them wide with her hands on your knees before they slide to your inner thighs. she traces circles with her thumb on the sensitive skin, every feathery touch making things all the worse. you bite your lip, hard, the familiar metallic taste of blood seeping onto your tongue.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby. s’gorgeous, my gorgeous girl…” she mumbles, almost to herself. your brows furrow when she uses her thumbs to spread your lips, watching the stickiness of your folds part.

“hope you didn’t forget you’re still on punishment, doll. not even started with you yet,” she speaks quietly, eyes trained on your drooling cunt. she leans forward as if she’s smelling you, and you can feel her warm breath against your clit—which makes you shudder, clenching around nothing.

“eager, are we?” she looks up at you, and before you can even nod she’s swiping her tongue once up your messy folds. you jolt, a strangled whine coming out from your throat.

“suggest you get comfortable, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you’ve understood why you’re in trouble.”

[cmdrfupa]

Unfortunately for Nanami, he just can't help but be a gentleman.

tw:obsessive/yandere reader, stalking, mentioning of blade(s), unhealthy obsession, boundaries being ignored. (pls, don't read if you aren't comfortable with yandere anything.)

an: an attempt at spooky/unsettling/heebie jeebies. idk. But I watched swim fan and now here we are only loosely inspired. Thanks for reading!

Journal Entry 487:

ALMOST THERE!

The way Nanami walked into class today—quiet, focused—made my heart swell in a way it always does when he’s near. It’s these little moments that I live for. The way he brushes the hair from his forehead as he sits down, the silent glances we share across the room. He probably doesn’t even realize how much I love him, I think. But he doesn’t have to—not yet. It’s enough to just be here, to watch, to know him better than anyone else ever will.

He’s so busy lately, buried in textbooks, study groups, and long hours at the library. I know it isn’t easy for him to find time for us, and I understand. I’ve always been patient with Nanami. He’s been stressed, pushing himself too hard, but I’ve learned to be the quiet support he needs. That’s why I don’t mind when he doesn’t text me back right away. It’s why I don’t ask for too much. I don’t want to add to his burden.

It’s just… sometimes I wonder why he keeps his distance. I’ve heard him talk to our classmates—his voice always calm and measured—but when it comes to me, there’s this… hesitation. This space between us that wasn’t there before. But it’s fine. I’m giving him time. That’s what good partners do, right?

I overheard one of his friends, some girl named Utahime, trying to give him advice the other day. She kept insisting he needed “better boundaries.” Boundaries? He never needed boundaries with me before. Who was she to tell him how to deal with his relationship? I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but that would have made things awkward. And I don’t want to be the clingy girlfriend. Not like the others.

I told my therapist that everything’s been fine, that I’ve been “working on myself” just like she said. No more following him, she’d said with that concerned expression, scribbling in her notebook like she knew anything about what we’ve been through. As if my feelings for Nanami were some obsession to “get over.” She doesn't get it.

Nanami does. Deep down, he does. He just needs time.

But she’s right about one thing—I have changed. I’ve learned to let him breathe, to be patient, to play the long game. I stopped following him for weeks now. I haven’t stayed outside his apartment like I used to. That’s progress, right? I’m healthy now. But that’s what makes it so perfect. He can relax now, finally, and I can move closer.

I watch him now, across the classroom, as the professor drones on about some lecture. He’s not even paying attention, just staring out the window, his chin propped up on one hand. He’s probably thinking about me. How could he not? After everything we’ve been through.

But he doesn’t text me anymore. He doesn’t talk to me after class like he used to, even though I’ve apologized for my transgressions. I know he’s been pulling away ever since… well, since the incident. But again, I already told him I was sorry for that. It wasn’t my fault things got out of hand. He was the one who acted like I was some stranger when I followed him home that night. I was only making sure he was safe after being so nice during labs. If he’d just listened to me, we wouldn’t have had to go through all of that.

It’s okay, though. We’re past that now. I’ve given him space, and that’s what he needed. And it’s working. He’s not looking over his shoulder as much anymore, he’s not acting so distant. He’s ready to take the next step with me. I can feel it.

And now, tonight, when I show him just how far I’ve gone to prove my love, he’ll realize how foolish he’s been to deny me. He’ll understand why I had to do everything I did. This is all for him.

I left class early, unnoticed by everyone except Nanami. I know he saw me leave. That’s good. He’ll be wondering where I went, probably thinking about me already. I’m always on his mind, whether he wants to admit it or not.

The apartment was dark, streetlamps bleeding through the blinds, casting thin slashes of light across the floor. You were crouched in the closet, the musty smell of Nanami’s winter coat mingling with the faint scent of laundry detergent. His scent—familiar, comforting. You pressed your face deeper into the fabric, breathing it in, feeling your pulse quicken. This was where you belonged, wrapped in the traces of him, tucked away in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as You shifted your position, careful not to let the wooden hangers above clatter together.

You spent an hour rolling around in his bed enjoying the scent and his pajama pants while you used his pillow as if it were his face between your thighs. He was so soft, so perfect even in his home life.

The knife in your hand felt warm against your skin, an extension of your devotion. It’s not for him, You reminded yourself. It was for anyone who tried to come between your love. Anyone who would ruin this perfect night.

The soft hum of traffic outside disappeared as the door to the apartment clicked open. Your heart stopped, breath caught in your throat. There he was. You could picture it perfectly, even from here. Nanami would walk in, his broad shoulders slumping after a long day at his internship. He’d run a hand through his hair, tired, as always, but never too tired for you. He just didn’t know it yet.

You pressed closer to the door of the closet, peering through the sliver of space, watching as his familiar silhouette passed in front of the living room window. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the knife, not in fear, but in anticipation.

He’ll be surprised at first. Of course, who wouldn’t be? But once he sees you, once he understands the effort you’ve gone through—the sleepless nights, the waiting, the watching—it’ll all make sense. He’ll realize that no one can love him the way you do. No one can know him the way you do. Not the superficial glances his classmates give him, or the fleeting smiles from strangers. None of that is real. You are the only one who sees him.

He moved towards the kitchen, unaware of the eyes following his every step. He loosened his tie, his movements slow, methodical, just like always. It was one of the things you loved about him—his reliability. He wasn’t like the others, full of meaningless chaos. Nanami was steady, and you... you were the constant in his life, even if he didn’t know it yet.

You ran your fingers lightly over the blade, imagining what it would feel like to run them across his skin. Not to hurt him—never to hurt him. Just to feel that closeness, the unbreakable bond. The sound of him pouring water from the sink was hypnotic, as if every second stretched out just for you. He was so close now. Just a few feet away. Soon, he’d finish, and he’d head to his bedroom. He’d see the rose petals you left on the bed, the sign of your love. And then he’d come looking for you.

And you’ll be waiting. Here, in the dark.

You could almost feel his hands on yours already, gently pulling you out of the shadows, his deep voice saying your name, softer than he’d ever spoken before. His eyes would soften too, just for you. And then, the moment you’d both been waiting for. Consummating your love in the most intimate of ways.

He’ll understand.

The thought of it sent a thrill down your spine. you had to stifle a giggle, pressing your palm to your mouth, your body trembling with excitement. you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. No, not yet. It had to be perfect.

The sound of his footsteps grew closer again. This time, heading toward the bedroom. your heart pounded in your chest, each beat syncing with his movements. you could hear him stop in the doorway.

“What the—?”

The shock in his voice was everything you’d hoped for. He sees it now. The roses, the delicate scent of the candles you’d placed around the room. The photos you’d taken of him from far distances. Yes, that is Utahime’s hair bow. Glad he noticed.

He knows you’re here. He’s probably smiling, confused, but intrigued. you bet he’s thinking how silly he was to ever doubt you.

The closet door was all that separated you now. Your hand trembled slightly as you gripped the handle tighter, waiting for the perfect moment.

Any second now.

You pressed your forehead against the wood, closing your eyes, imagining how its going to feel—his arms around you, holding you tight, telling you how much he missed you, how stupid he’d been for taking your acts of affection as anything but that. You bit your lip, feeling the anticipation flood your veins.

To be loved is to be seen. And he showed his love when he saw you while you w invisible to everyone else.

[milfjuulpod]

Guidance Ch IV

An apology is shared between you and Melissa, with a surprise had afterwards.

read the first chapters here

A/N hi don’t hate me for this being so late, i’m working on the next chapter for you lovelies already! does anyone read these notes? anywho lmk what you think!! kisses 💋

Before your alarm went off in the morning, you were up. Anxiety high, mind full of everything that could go wrong meeting with Melissa today. Last time you saw her it went…not well. You were ready thirty minutes early, heading to the coffee shop much faster than you should be driving at 6:30 in the morning. 

Coming on to the school grounds, you had your bag slung over your shoulder, two coffees in hand. A latte for you, and a macchiato for Melissa. Of course there was an apology to go along with the coffee, but it couldn’t hurt to bring her a little present. After dropping off your personal belongings, you made the unbearable trek to her classroom. The warmth from the drinks didn’t help the sweat coming from your hands. 

At her door, you took in a deep breath. Never before have you been so nervous to apologize. What if she was still mad and didn’t want to listen? What if she didn’t believe you? Realizing the options were to go inside and give it your best shot, or stand outside the door and spiral out, you finally decided on the former. 

A couple quiet knocks on the door, and you gently let yourself in. Melissa’s head popped up at the sound, her demeanor stiffening at the sight of you. “Hey, I wanted to apologize,” you started. The redhead said nothing, in fact she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Nonetheless, you approached her desk and continued. 

“I shouldn’t have believed what I heard, especially since things were going so well, there was no reason to. And I’m sorry for making such a big deal out of it. I know you’re probably regretting starting to be friends, so I hope we can at least remain professional.” You ended the statement by placing the coffee in front of her and immediately leaving. After accidentally getting a bit emotional with your words at the end, you just wanted to leave. 

Luckily your office wasn’t far, and you were back in a safe space, for now, at least. You pulled out your phone to text Gregory that you took his advice and hoped for the best, and texted Janine the same thing as well. One for logical support and one for girl talk, of course. After wrapping up those conversations, you started up your computer for the work day. Only fifteen minutes until the kids came in, which didn’t affect you as much, but chaos would sure ensue. 

You had barely gotten started when there was a knock at your office door, strange since it was so early. You offered a “Come in!” and poked your head past the screen to see who could be needing something at this hour. It was Melissa, with a look you hadn’t seen on her before. Embarrassment, shame maybe. 

     “Hey,” She started, closing the door behind her. She didn’t sit down at your desk though, instead she remained at the door. “Thank you for the coffee, you didn’t have to do that. If anything I’m the one who should be sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that hon, I know how Janine can be and the reputation I have. I know you mean well.” 

You were silent for a moment. Shocked, honestly, at Melissa’s words and actions. It took you a moment to gather your words, trying to be careful this time. 

       “It’s okay. I think it’s safe to say neither of us handled it well,” You joked. She smiled, but didn’t look at you. The floor seemed to be more interesting at the moment. The redhead stood there silently, looking at the floor. Her smile faded into a furrowed brow. Unsure of what to do, you waited, afraid of scaring her off. From what you knew about the woman, Melissa was not one to get emotional with others, so treading lightly seemed best. 

      “I don’t regret it, by the way.” She finally spoke. Her emerald eyes finally returned to your gaze again after she got her first sentence out. You bit back a smile, trying to hide the joy and pride from watching Melissa work out and speak about her emotions not only in front of you, but to you directly. It was a big step for her, so it was clear she was no longer upset with you. She seemed to be in a better place, so you tried for more. 

      “You don’t regret what, Melissa?” You asked, but instead of keeping eye contact, you focused on moving your bag from the desk to the floor and a few other items around, giving her a moment of space and pseudo-solitude. 

       “Being friends with you. Earlier when you were…bringing me coffee you said I might regret starting to be friends with you. I just want you to know I don’t,” She answered after a couple moments. You looked back up at her and smiled, unable to hold it back this time. “I’m happy to hear that, I’ll see you at lunch?”

        “I’ll see you there,” Melissa replied and returned your smile, turning to make her exit. “Hold on…Did you just, guidance counselor me?” She asked, hand frozen on the door handle. 

      “Maybe,” You replied, not taking your eyes off the screen in front of you. The redhead huffed in annoyance but you turned your gaze at the right time and saw she was still smiling. 

The first half of the day was easy to get through thanks to the buzz from seeing your work crush earlier. Lunch luckily came sooner than expected, and you made your way down to the break room with a pep in your step. Upon arrival, you saw Melissa and Barbara were already at their usual seats, with a third empty spot next to Melissa. You started walking towards the fridge, but stopped halfway. In an effort to make amends with your friend this morning, lunch was completely forgotten about. With a sigh, you turned back around to get lunch elsewhere. 

       “Hey kid, where ya goin?” You knew that voice from anywhere. With an extra pouty look, you turned to face Melissa. 

       “I may or may not have forgotten my lunch this morning, so I’m going to grab something at the store really quick,” You answered. Melissa kicked out the seat next to her and motioned for you to come to her, so you did. She pushed the tupperware she had to you and got up to the fridge to grab a salad she had as well. When she sat back down, you gave her a quiet thank you, to which she gave you a warm smile. 

    Your phone buzzed on the table, a text from Jacob that read, I’m glad to see this morning went well! 

    You smiled and set the phone back down, and when you looked up, Melissa was looking at you with a smirk and raised brow. Rolling your eyes earned you a nudge from the other woman, she obviously saw the text as well. Lunch continued with this light energy, everyone chatting about their day and whatever was on their minds for the next thirty minutes. It was nice, you were starting to feel settled at Abbott. Even though the issue with Melissa wasn’t pleasant, it made you realize how quickly you had become one of the group.

Despite getting a head start on this morning, the day seemed to drag with the amount of work on your plate. It wasn’t until after the kids had left that you were finally pulled away from the strenuous projects you took on. 

“It’s open,” You said sweetly to whoever was behind the door, not yet glancing up from the computer. 

“Hey, what’s-Oh! Melissa!” You interrupted yourself as soon as you looked up and saw the Italian woman. She tried to hide her smile and pink cheeks, but you caught it, just in time. 

“Hi hon, could I sit with you for a minute?” She asked, but instead of pulling out the chair in front of you, she crossed sides of the room and sat herself atop your desk, barely scooting over your keyboard. 

“Yeah go ahead, make yourself at home,” You teased. In that instant, you realized how close she was to you. Her knees were level with your abdomen, just a couple inches away, sitting oh so pretty on your desk. You couldn’t look anywhere but her even if you wanted to, and couldn’t help but wonder if she did that on purpose. 

“Listen…I’m startin’ to think my apology this morning wasn’t enough. Let me make you dinner tonight, at mine,” Her sultry voice spoke. 

Dinner? At Melissa’s? Cooked by her? Was this a dream?

“Words, my dear. Yes or no? You won’t hurt my feelings.” It was so hard to focus on her words and speak your own when she looked this good, this close, treating you with this kind of attention. 

“I- Yes. Yeah, I’d love that.”

“Good, because I lied. That would’ve hurt my feelings,” She smiled at you, and you returned it. “I’ll text you my address now, just let me know when you’re heading over. I’ll probably start cooking around 6, but you’re welcome over whenever,” Melissa told you. She went to stand and take her exit, but you stopped her with your hands on her knees. 

“Wait, do you want me to bring anything? I can’t expect you to do all the work,” You said honestly, trying to ignore how warm Melissa’s skin felt through the fabric of her pants. Unbeknownst to you, she was trying to ignore the sensation as well. 

“Mm, I think I have a couple bottles of wine at the house but if you want anything specific I’d grab it on the way. Other than that, just bring you. That’s all I need,” The redhead smiled and gently took your hands off her so she could stand. As she walked out of your office, she shouted, “See ya tonight!”

[wooahaes]

party of two

pairing: non-idol!joshua x fem!reader

genre: fluff. established relationship. silly fic <3

warnings: food mentions. reader having a lonely childhood/teenage years. mentions of reader being in therapy pre-fic. joshua hong being a silly, silly man. hints at suggestive stuff post-fic, but it's left vague. slow dancing to jopping <3

word count: ~1.1k

daisy's notes: ya think ya big boi throwing three stacks imma show you how to ball you a mismatch opinionated but im always spittin straight facts

The last thing you expected to come home to were streamers, balloons, and everything you’d need for someone’s birthday party.

Immediately, panic set in first. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the apartment (and, truly, unless they were hiding in the bedroom or the bathroom, you would know), and Joshua had never gone behind your back to do something you asked him not to do before… But the decorations point to the party you asked him not to throw. Last year had been nice enough, sure, but you just wanted a quiet day with your boyfriend. Would it be worth it to step out and call him, just to clarify? 

Joshua walked past the entryway, stopping when he saw you were standing here. “Oh. Shit, you’re home early.” 

Forcing a smile, you just stepped over to slip out of your shoes and into your house slippers. “Mmhm. I was supposed to leave sooner, actually, but an emergency came up.” 

Joshua immediately set down the folded banner, snagging a party hat as he made his way over to you. “Well,” he said, stretching the string so that he could carefully put the hat on you. “We can party early, then.”

“Party?” You gave him a suspicious look.

“Party of two,” he booped your nose. “You said you didn’t have a lot of parties as a kid, so… When you told me to plan something fun, I thought we could do something silly.” 

Something about that made your heart swell in your chest. You’d told Joshua that you’d been a lonely kid (and teenager), rarely invited to parties and almost never having your own. It had messed with you growing up, sure, but you’d managed. Even though it felt silly to admit you’d gone to therapy over it, Joshua hadn’t judged you. He’d listened to your tales of attachment issues and other struggles carefully, nodding along and admiring your growth as a person. It hadn’t been easy, and it netted you some struggles with having healthy relationships in college, but you came out the other side with a new circle of friends who cared for you as much as you cared for them, and a healthy relationship with Joshua built on trust and communication. Still, it was nice to have him there to listen when you just needed to rant about how bullshit your youth had been. A week or so ago, it had been the realization that one of your birthday parties as a kid had been shared with a friend… who was probably the only reason people came.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Joshua had said after you finished your rant. “You were a kid. You said people liked you enough even if you weren’t invited to stuff.”

It was nice to have someone there who could ground you when you were getting too upset over things. Even now, as he stood before you with a stupid party hat sitting lopsided on his head, he’d taken your hand in his own. His thumb ran over your knuckles, watching as you looked past him to get a better view of the decorated living room. It’s all gold and shades of pink, and he just grinned at you.

“It’s all the store had today,”  he admitted. “I meant to go sooner, y’know, but… Kinda had some other things I needed to get in order.” 

Joshua took your other hand, swinging them as you finally melted a little and smiled at him. A party for the just two of you was particularly cheesy, but if it was with Joshua, you’d be happy to attend. “So…” You stepped forward. “What are we gonna do at this party?”

His gaze flickered down to your lips for just a moment. Yet the moment you leaned in, he reached up to press his fingers against them, stopping you in your tracks. “Keep it PG,” he teased with a mischievous grin you wanted to kiss off of him. “PG-13, if you have to.” He chuckled, kissing your cheek. But instead of pulling away immediately, he leaned in, breath hot against your ear, “we can do more later, if you want.” 

No promises made, though: you’d have to see how you were feeling then. But you did take the chance to press a quick peck against his cheek before he could move away. Joshua guided you into the apartment, already rattling off about all of the plans he’d made. He’d ordered a tiny cake for the two of you to share, bought your favorite flavor of ice cream, bought pizza to really hammer home the idea of this being a casual party (not that you minded: the two of you cooked for each other often enough, getting takeout was a welcome break). He made no promises of party games or a plethora of gifts for you to unwrap… But he did pull out his phone, connected to the bluetooth speaker and turned up music—loud enough for the two of you, but not enough to bother the neighbors now. 

“Well?” He extended his hands to you again. “Do you wanna dance?”

Joshua Hong knew you couldn’t dance for shit. It was one of the things he pointed out to you when you were half-asleep one night and he drunkenly needed to tell you the little things he loved most about you. He said you were as graceful as a baby deer, but he loved it when you felt safe enough to be silly around him.

So you just accepted his hands. “I’d love to.” 

He just smiled at you before pulling you in, chest to chest, as he began to sway with you to music that was far from swayable. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You snorted in response. “Yeah… I wouldn’t,” you reached up, draping your arms around his neck. The sounds of Taeyong’s rap in the background nearly made you laugh. “But I like holding you.” 

“Ulterior motives,” he hummed. “By the way… I was thinking… For our wedding song—”

“Joshua.” The two of you weren’t even engaged yet, but you already knew what he was thinking.

He gasped in mock offense. “Are you telling me you don’t want to walk down the aisle to Mark’s rap in this song?”

It earned a real, warm laugh from you, and the look of pride on Joshua’s face told you that his job was done. He’d let you go soon and dance with you properly… But for now, he’d continue to sway with you, chatting about your day as he admired you a little longer.

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[screeching-bunny]

for yandere general, what if their darling doesn’t follow the routine because they just don’t like it ? Like, he wants them to wake up early but they really like sleeping in and when he gets mean about it (even just saying no ) they start to cry

Yandere! General Asks 1

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

You hated everything about the lifestyle Yandere! General forced upon you. It was all so restricting and you barely had any say in what you wanted to do. You were almost at your breaking point. You’ve just recently gotten married to him and the rules that you were given were just so stupid in your opinion. Like why did you have to wake up so early just to please him? So you decided that instead of listening to him, you’d just sleep in. Which is exactly how your mini revolution and protest had started.

At the start, Yandere! General didn’t mind it too much. He just figured that since you recently got into married life you’re just testing the waters and will soon come to understand his routine. However, this behavior of yours over time had gotten worse and most of your behavior was seriously starting to irritate him. It was due to this that he started to become meaner and stricter with every little thing that you did. Every mistake you made was met with criticism from his behalf and a sterned look at.

In his mind this was technically his fault for not making you understand that you didn’t have a choice in this. The whole idea of rules and order were something that should be obeyed. He may have a soft spot for you but at this point into the relationship he’ll happily punish you. Things like decreasing human socialization from others, forcing you to be near his side at all times, and etc have become the norm for you. These punishments mostly involved you being near him 24/7. He holds you to a higher expectation than others so he expects only the best from you.

You are however, very resilient and no matter what he throws at you, you won’t allow him to break your spirit. Right now, you were in your shared bedroom and absolutely refused to get up. It was your precious beauty sleep and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you from having it. You were about to go deeper into dreamland until you heard a loud bang from the door which caused your body to boot up straight.

In front of you stood the tall body of Yandere! General who loomed over you. “Why are you still in bed?!” When you heard this you weren’t immediately alarmed you assumed that after a few moments he would let you off easily like all the other times. What you didn’t realize was that his face looked different today, one that looked like it would take no for an answer and wouldn’t listen to your demands.

“I’m just sleeping in.” With that response he starts to make his way out of your room and lock the door. “Since you like that room so much, let’s see how long you can spend in it!” Rushing towards the door, you try to pry it open to no avail. No worries, he’s never been away for longer than a day, he’ll be back, right? Yeah, totally not.

It’s been about a month since that incident occurred and you could not handle it. You needed some form of human interaction. He’s isolated you before but not from him! This was seriously getting to you. You were getting fed but none of the maids would even look or acknowledge you. You’d honestly kill for a conversation right now. With teary eyes, you have up and banged on the door. Tears blasting down your eyes you scream, “Yandere! General please let me out!! I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll follow the routine! Please, just let me talk to you!!”

As soon as those words were said the door immediately opened and he stepped in. His large hand whisking away your tears as they fell from your cheeks. He said with a gentle voice, “Did you learn your lesson?” You nodded your head as fast as you could. “Good, because the next time this happens I promise I won’t be as nice!” Flinching at the time of his voice you then begin to calm down. “Everything that I do is for your own good. The sooner you realize that, the better.”

With that out of the way, he brought you to his office where he forced you to sit on his lap while he did paperwork. The sound of paper being flipped over caused your eyelids to slowly fall as you began to take a nap on him. What you didn’t notice is that if you look up, you’d see the victory smirk on his face as he grinned at you. Watching you cling so tightly to him caused him to basically almost coo. Maybe he should isolate you in a room more often. It wouldn’t be so bad if you acted cute like this everyday, now wouldn’t it? With that, he gave you a small peck on the forehead and continued on with his paperwork.

Asks 2

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Off Days

|| Reneé Rapp x genderfluid reader

|| Warnings; reader stuck in the feels, reneé being worried over reader, light swearing, hurt/comfort

|| Summary; reader hasn't been able to get out of bed all morning and afternoon, Reneé comes home and gives them the comfort they need.

Requests open!

Started; october 15th

Finished; october 15th

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Truth be told, lately life has just felt hard on you. Like; you couldn't even find a reason to get out of bed kind of hard. You've been laying there so long that you didn't even notice your phone buzzing in the corner. Reneé's been trying to get ahold of you all afternoon. Normally, you slept in so she didn't think it was weird at first when she didn't hear from you. But then the hours ticked by. She was getting worried.

Reneé and you have been dating for a little over a year now, she liked to think she knew everything about you. This behaviour? Was definitely not you. You always texted her, even if you were incredibly busy.

She fought with her manager, but managed to win and get to leave early today. She'd finished all the stuff she had needed to record that day anyways; the rest could wait. You were Reneé's top priority and it was already getting late as is.

By the time she actually made it home, it was past seven and she still hasn't heard from you. You didn't even come to greet Reneé at the door. To say she was worried... would be the biggest understatement of the year. Her mind went to all the worst possible scenarios as she headed to your shared bedroom.

"Hey, baby? I'm home." Reneé made her presence known, her voice soft as she gently pushed the door open. Her eyes landing to your figure, looking exactly how you did when she left this morning. It was like you hadn't even moved." Baby? You okay?" She approached slowly, every alarm bell was ringing in her head.

You looked up at the blonde, the pure exhaustion written all over your face. You couldn't help the tears that fell from your eyes and she immediately brought you into her arms. Shushing you as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear. When you were finally calm, Reneé gently lifted your chin to look her in the eyes. Her gaze soft, but studying. Like she was reading your every move, watching if you were about to cry again. "Talk to me." Reneé murmured.

"I don't even know what's wrong.." You admitted, which was true. You couldn't pinpoint exactly why you were feeling this way. Nothing triggered it, it just... took over before you even realized.

Reneé was about to say something, but whatever she was going to say- she stopped and looked down at you." Pronoun check. How you feeling today?" She asked. It was so simple, but it made your heart flutter. Falling in love all over again.

You buried your face into her shoulder, murmuring against the fabric." He/they..."

She simply smiled, her hand trailing down your side. Reaching your hip and moving in soft motions," Can I still call you baby?" She asked, you nodded. You loved when she did it no matter what gender you felt.

Reneé's hands came up and cupped your cheeks, making you look into her eyes," it's okay to not know why you're upset. That happens. I just want you to know that I think you're handsome and a pretty fucking awesome person. Like, the coolest guy I know." That got a small laugh from you and a smile, the way she emphasized her words to make a point. You appreciated it. Her. So much more than even you could understand.

You understood what she was doing; she didn't know why you were sad so she tried making you feel better with different kinds of compliments. Plus, the way she made sure to change the gender she referred to you as- just made you love her even more.

"Sometimes we have off days. But it helps when we talk about it." She whispered against your ear and you nodded, showing you were listening as you gave her a small kiss.

The feeling of her lips moving against yours made you feel better. And as much as Reneé would have loved spending the rest of the day in bed with you, she knew that wouldn't be healthy for you. You had to at least get up once. So she gave your knee a squeeze and stood after she broke the kiss," c'mon, baby boy. Let's get you something to eat."

Her smile was contagious and got a smile out of you. You didn't really want to get up, but you knew she was right so you followed after.

The rest of your night was okay, thanks to Reneé.

[hoes4lino]

Do you wanna share a towel? | LMH

WARNING ⊂✦⊃ This story contains nsfw content; minors please don’t interact, please beware of what you consume online.

Genre: Childhood friends to Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 2k

Summary: it’s spring break and your mom and her best friend decide to rent an airbnb to spend the week in, everything sounds great until you realize Minho has to tag along.

A/N: pretty little liars inspired me to come back from death and write this fic hope y’all enjoy <3

It was a cloudy day on a Sunday morning the weather didn’t look the best, a heavy storm coming its way. You finish packing your stuff as you stare at the window, the light rain and the dim lights of the porch bringing some type of comfort to your heart.

*Ding*

The light of your phone lights up at the notification, you grabbed it to see a text from the person you hoped not hearing from today… specially this early.

lifeless hoe: don’t think im texting you cause i want to.

lifeless hoe: my mom’s phone ran out of battery, she told me to warn you and your mom about the storm

lifeless hoe: we already in the house, so she will be waiting for you, stay safe (that’s meant for your mom btw) <3

You roll your eyes at his texts and reply back with a simple k.

Its not like you hate him, but he seems to not like you at all and you been trying to figure out why. He and you been knowing each other since kids, both your moms are best friends and therefore you two had no choice but to grew up together. As kids the two of you had a cute friendship but as both of you reached puberty the friendship started to die, both of you being too busy with friends, parties and relationships to focus on your childhood friendship. You realized Minho didn’t like you anymore the moment you started dating one of his friends, he suddenly became distant and he would never told you why. When you broke up with his friend he seemed to calm down a little bit, but the coldness was always there.

Preparing your favorite book and your Spotify playlist you place your stuff in the car, ready for the long roadtrip, making your calculation you assumed you will be there by dinner, depending on how strong is the storm. The sounds of the droplets hitting the car roof as you listened to your favorite song and stared outside the window; made you feel at peace, your eyes slowly closing as you drift into peaceful sleep. Thats until someone abruptly opens the car door almost making you fall from it.

“Wake up sleeping beauty” someone said with a mocking tone, adjusting your vision you look up to see no other but Lee Minho.

You scoff “out of all people, you are the first one i have to see in this trip” you yawn as you stretch looking around a little bit confused.

“Ok ok, can you hurry the fuck up? The rain just calmed down and you been sleeping here for an hour now” he said impatiently as he hold an umbrella and your suitcase on the other hand.

As you get out of the car and walked under his umbrella you speak up to break the awkward silence “so you telling me… we arrived an hour ago and my mom didn’t wake me up?” You said in confusion with a little bit of betrayal in your tone.

“Yeah… my mom came to greet your mom and they just walked back to the house, this whole time they thought you were with me” he chuckled a little bit as he started to walk fasted.

“YAH walk slower im getting wet” you complain as you try to match his steps “oh really” he said teasingly, he stopped and looked at you directly in your eyes “bet” he said, making you raise an eyebrow in confusion; suddenly he started running leaving you couple centimeters behind with no umbrella.

“YAH LEE MINHO” you screamed as you chased him down the rain, that’s when you knew it was about to be a long week.

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It was 8pm from that same day, you were in your bathroom about take a shower when someone knocked on the door “occupied” you said as the door started to open.

“My bad, i need to take a shower and this is the only bathroom with hot water” he said as he took off his shirt and place his towel on the counter besides you.

“Well if you haven’t noticed, im also about to take a bath, wait till your turn you creep” you roll your eyes trying to push him away but he is heavier than you thought. Suddenly you catch him looking around the bathroom, making you mimic his movements.

“Well” he emphasized the word “in case you haven’t noticed you didn’t brought a towel” he paused thinking if the next thing he had to say was worth it “do you wanna share a towel?” He said in a very teasing way, his eyes piercing right through yours and his smirk seductively as ever.

The moment you moved your gaze to your blushing self in the mirror you wanted to die.. this can’t get any worse.

“You win. Im leaving” you said a bitter tone as you send him a death stare, however as you are about to leave the bathroom, you hear your mom barging in your room.

“y/n” she said, as suddenly Minho leans towards your ear and whispers “oh oh, think what your mom will think if she comes in and sees her daughter with her best friend son in the bathroom while he is half naked” he chuckled as he started to undress and get in the shower.

“You asshole” you swear under your breath, your mom knocking the door “y/n, I need my phone I left it there charging while I showered, im going in” she said, as you panicky entered the shower with Minho there.

He looked at you in surprise as he didn’t thought you would dare to join him, you could see his intentions to say something so you got closer and covered his mouth with your hand while your mom walked through the bathroom.

“Dinner is at 9:30pm please don’t be late, see you there honey” with that she finally exited the bathroom, a huge relieve hovering you as you didn’t get caught.

“You asshole, you almost set us up for trouble” you cry in desperation. “See I wouldn’t mind you scolding me, if I wasn’t naked and if I couldn’t see your nipples through your white shirt” you look down to were his eyes were focusing on, to see your white tank top fully drenched in water reveling your tits to him.

For a second you forgot everything and stared at the man infront of you, lips slightly parted, dark brown eyes, wet brown hair that slightly covered his eyes and moving down you saw his honey tone chest covered with water droplets that would slide all the way down to his… STOP

you brought yourself back to reality “mom said dinner is at 9:30…” you paused not even knowing what you are saying “we can’t be late” you are about to leave the shower, when you felt his hand grabbing your wrist “she said don’t be late” he said, you look at him confused “just shower with me” he finishes making you die of laugher “thats the stupidest idea you ever came with” you laugh at him “hey why? our moms used to bath us together when we were kids to save time” he argued back “Minho we were 3… things have changed now” you scoff.

“Oh so you are saying that if you bathed with me you will want to fuck me?” He raised a brow “what?! No!! NEVER” you argue back “actually I think you will be the one having THAT problem” you smirk at him, kinda like daring him to see who would cave into temptation first “BET” he says.

With that you agree to his little game, undressing yourself painfully slow, can feel his eyes hovering your body, as you remove all your cloth, once being fully naked you walk closer to him startling him.

“What? I need to get under the shower, if not how else am I supposed to get wet?” You give him an innocent look and thats when he knew he was screw.

As the hot water starts pouring down your body, you bend down fully letting Minho have a view of your back shot, he could feel his body starting to betray him, but he refused to give in first, he wanted you to be the one begging for him touch. You stood back up with your loofah full with soap, slowly moving it everywhere in your body, his eyes hypnotized by the movement.

“What? Already losing” you smile at him, your ego being boosted by the type of power you had on him, that was until you suddenly gasp, as you feel him caging you, your front being pressed against the glass wall of the shower and him being behind you.

“Im sorry, I just needed to grab the shampoo” you turn to look at him scoffing “you definitely did that on purpose” you glare at his eyes “maybe, but I know what you being doing” he took a step closer “or am I wrong” he titled his head as he caressed your cheek “oh so you are the first one to give in huh” you smile as he laughed “will see” he said as you raised a brow in confusion, with that he suddenly touched your pussy and started teasing your clit as he kissed your neck and ears. You swore you could see the stars, the way his finger moved in a circular way on your clit and the way his tongue danced on your neck, desperate moans begging for more. Thats when suddenly a tap on your shoulder startled you and you woke up.

“Having a wet dream?” You see the man laying next to you and blood rushed over to your cheeks… it was… all a dream… you were having a wet dream with MINHO.

he chuckled… “don’t worry I also have those with you pretty often, just relax, we have the whole week in this house for ourselves” he teased as he got up from your bed “dinner is ready” were his last words as he left the room leaving you dumbfounded and with an aching core.

[katasstrophic-arts]

In Bloom pt. 2

Sebastian x F!Farmer

pt. 1

Content - angst comfort, fluff, pregnancy, unnamed farmer, no y/n, Mild sexual topics

1.8k words

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Later, after the sun has set you and Sebastian head to leave the Flower Dance. The both of you are promptly swarmed by people giving you their last congratulations of the day and asking some final questions. You’re happy to talk to everyone and answer with a smile but then questions begin to get more long term and topics you haven’t discussed with Sebastian yet. “Do you plan to use disposable or cloth diapers?”, “How do you plan to handle late night baby shifts?”, “Will you start a scrapbook?”, “How comfortable will you be with the baby around the farm animals and pets?”, “Do you want to have more children?”

Sebastian leaves most of the questions to you and nods along to your vague answers. But now he can tell exhaustion is starting to set in for you. He shoos away any more questions and ushers you back to the farm.

When you enter the house you take a vibrant purple and white flower out of the crown on your head and press it in a book in your living room. You make a mental note when you see Sebastian pass you carrying his laptop when you go to enter the bedroom. Finally in your sanctuary you shuck off the stuffy shoes and dress from the event. You perform your nightly routine and put on some comfy shorts and one of Sebastian’s shirts. As you’re about to climb into bed you realize Sebastian hasn’t come back into your shared bedroom. It’s only around 10 o’clock and Sebastian has been known to stay up late into the night, but town festivals usually prompt him to go to bed immediately afterwards. 

You walk back into the living room to find your husband sitting on the couch. He has already removed his suit jacket but is still in his dress shirt and slacks, hunched over his laptop on the coffee table. 

“Hun, what are you doing?” You ask.

“Oh, uhh. I’m just looking up some stuff.” He sheepishly replies to you. You look over his shoulder and see a page open for ‘Tips for Expecting Fathers’. “I wanted to find out what more I can do for you. I just feel so useless right now.”

Sebastian hasn’t been a helicopter spouse through your pregnancy so far. He trusts that you know your limits and will listen to Harvey’s orders. The only thing Sebastian has been insistent on has been not going into the mines and splitting the farm work. You still care for the animals, he helps you plant and water the crops, and you point out what is ready to harvest so he can collect them and put them in the shipping bin that Alex comes to collect each night.

Sitting down next to him you stroke his hair as he continues, “I mean, I’m paying attention at all the appointments with Harvey but it’s all advice for you. You’re growing a whole damn human and all I can do is bring you things and make sure you’re comfortable.”

Leaning into him you wrap your arms around his shoulders from the side, “Come to bed, love. Let’s talk tonight but we can do this later." You gesture to his laptop screen. He continues scrolling to a tip that recommends ‘General childbirth classes should be taken late second trimester to early third trimester’. “See, we have at least a month before we have to think about taking classes.”

Closing his laptop, he helps you stand and walks to the bedroom with you. You settle in bed as you watch him shed his formal attire. A heat begins to pool in you as more of his creamy, pale skin is revealed but you push it down, knowing that you need to have a serious conversation. After his nightly routine he hangs up the vibrant blue suit and flumps into his side of the bed in his boxers and an undershirt. 

“How are you feeling now?” You prompt.

He exhales, running a hand through his hair, “I don’t know. I guess a lot of it hadn’t really settled in yet. Everyone asking all those questions today made me realize how little I know.”

“Our decisions on how to raise them can be made later. And our opinions could change so we don’t have to lock anything down yet.” You try to reassure him.

“And like you said before this happened earlier than we planned. If this had gone to plan around now would be when we’d just be finding out you’re pregnant. I know that I love you and I want this baby, but becoming a father is… it’s just something new.” He takes a deep breath. “Now that everyone in town knows it’s really starting to hit me, and I have no idea what I’m doing.” He tenses and throws his arms up before reaching up to rub his face, stressed. “When Maru was born I was five but Demetrius didn’t let me do anything and it stayed that way. And I wasn’t really involved with Vincent until he was about 3, and that was just babysitting duty with Sam at the beach or the park. So right now I’m just trying my best to be supportive of you because I know this is taking a lot out of you.”

“And I really appreciate all you’re doing. Giving me massages and working in the fields while you still have your own projects.” You say, attempting to reassure him.

“I’ve been cutting back on the projects actually. My clients probably think I’m just going through another depressive episode.” He sits up in bed, his hands flying to his head as his eyes glaze in panic. “And I just read that fathers can also get postpartum depression! Oh Yoba! What if I…”

“Hey, hey! You won’t.” You reassure him, slowly sitting up next to him and carding your fingers into his hair, a trick that usually calms him down. “And if it does happen we’ll figure it out together. We’re doing this together. Always remember that.” 

You mentally kick yourself for not seeing all these troubles have been building in his mind. Sebastian has always found your emotions easy to read but he still keeps his cards close to his chest. It usually comes out in evening conversations like this one but this spring has been very busy and you’ve been so tired by the end of the day that you haven’t been able to have them lately. Your stomach is doing flops, regretful to see your husband in such a state but… Hang on… You quickly grab his hand and place it on your stomach. 

There it is, the light fluttering you’ve been feeling lately. Sebastian finally looks at you, his eyes grow wide and his face changes from panic to shock to awe. “Thats…”

“Our baby.” You say resolutely. The movements continue and you smile lovingly at your husband, whose gaze is now firmly locked on your belly. “They’ve never moved this much. They must like your voice.”

Sebastian continues stroking your belly as the fluttering comes to an end. “Hey there. Nice to finally meet you. I’m your Papa.”

“Papa?”

“Thought I’d try it out.” He leans in and gives you a tender kiss. Laying you both back down facing each other he continues to roam your body with his hands. “Yoba, I love you. Both of you. So, so much.”

“And we love you too.” You share a warm smile with him. Placing your hand on his over your bump.

“I know I’ve heard their heartbeat at the clinic and seen you growing but this is…” Sebastian closes his eyes and soaks in this moment of adoration. “I swear I’m gonna put in more effort. The farm work felt inevitable just from living here and of course I want my wife to be comfortable so I don’t mind giving you massages.” He locks eyes with you unshaking. “But I’m gonna put in the real work. I’ll pound on Pierre’s door at any hour until he lets me in to get whatever you’re craving. I’ll help my mom build the nursery. I’ll cook you meals according to Harvey’s dietary plans and finally remember to leave out the coffee.” Tears start spilling over your eyes through his proclamations. “And I’ll hold you close through all your mood swings.”

He does just that and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tight against his body. One of your hands moves around his waist while the other goes to your face to try and stifle your tears. Yet all of the emotions from today start to settle in and you are fully sobbing now. Sebastian places a kiss on top of your head that’s now resting against his chest before speaking in a hushed tone into your hair. “What’s on your mind, love. Talk to me.”

Through your sniffles you manage to say “Everyone is just so supportive and nice.”

“What did you expect? You’ve been the same to all of them since the day you moved here.”

Finally getting your tears under control. “It’s just… I’m so happy I moved here. That I met you and everyone in the valley.”

“I don’t know how I ever got you to fall for a schmuck like me.” Sebastian quips.

“Because under that edgy loner persona you really are a thoughtful, caring person.” You pull back to look into his eyes. “You learned to play the keyboard when Sam wanted to start the band. When you used to smoke by the lake you would bring an ashtray so the ashes wouldn’t get in the water. You rescued an injured frog and built a whole terrarium for them so you could nurse them back to health.” Sebastian looks away sheepishly through your praise of him, a light blush covers his nose and cheeks. “And you’ve done your best to quit smoking since we got married because you wanted to live a long life with me.” Your hand moves to your stomach again. “With us.”

Sebastian’s blush deepens “The valley used to feel so drab and meaningless, but you brought light here for me again. I often felt unappreciated at home… but I really feel like I belong here with you.”

The fluttering begins in your belly again, you both look down to where your bodies are pressed against one another. Sebastian somehow manages to pull you tighter against him

He continues. “To be honest, I never thought I'd end up in this situation… Married and a kid on the way. Now that I'm here, I like it… With you I'm excited about the future again. Thank you for giving me a family of my own and making me feel welcome in the valley.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, holding each other close and trading compliments. Both of you hoping to feel the movement in your belly again. Eventually you resign that it won’t be happening again tonight and let yourself fall into sleep. 

You dream of the Flower Dance. However this time you’re not dancing with your husband but with a small unknown child with dark hair and your smile.

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AN: I am so so sorry this took so long to get out. I swear this was 80% written when I posted pt. 1 but life gets in the way. 

I did an unnecessary amount of research on pregnancy while writing this. My housemate would be so concerned if she saw my search history…

[sinofwriting]

Balance - Luke Castellan

Words: 1,012 Summary: Her friends finally met her boyfriend that they don’t really believe in.

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Balance. Balance. Balance. Her mind whispered. For good things to happen, bad things must happen too. Balance. It whispered again, as she glanced again at her watch, wishing that her bus would arrive early, even if it would be odd for it to arrive over an hour early.

A small curse. Her mind whispers and her jaw clenches at the thought. At the thought of breaking the promise she made to herself. No cursing the mortals. Not just because they were mortals, but because she didn’t want to attract monsters to campus.

It’d be one thing if she was just Nemesis’ daughter, she could happily curse whoever she’d like, but with the blessing of Hestia, it meant that any show of demigodness would surely attract the closest monster.

Balance, she reminded herself as she listened to Olivia once again hint that Bryce and her would make a good couple, would balance each other. Which she wasn’t unable to hide her grimace at.

“I have mentioned my boyfriend right?” She asks, interrupting Angie who was no better than Olivia. “Right, the guy who doesn’t take any classes here.” Olivia rolls her eyes. “You mean the guy I’ve known since I was like thirteen and been with before I even met you guys? The guy I live with?” She reminds them. She had a fleeting thought of her and Luke decorating that apartment he had stolen from Hermes with some pictures of them to shut her friends up with, but it disappeared as she realized that she’d have to explain how an eighteen and nineteen year old could afford a penthouse. “It’s just weird, okay? I mean we haven’t met the guy or even seen a picture of him. We’re concerned.” Her eyebrows raise when the other three nod at Angie’s words. “We’ve known each other for six months and why would I just carry a picture of my boyfriend around?” Angie opens her mouth, but then closes it, frowning. “Look, it’s sweet that you guys are concerned, but stop.” She shoots a look at Bryce, “and I mean stop. If I have another one of your douche teammates coming up to me on the way to class telling me to give you a chance and that I won’t regret it, I will kick you in the balls.” He winces, hands moving to hover the mentioned area. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” There’s a sadness in his eyes, but it had only taken a few days for her to not feel bad about not returning his feelings. “Thank you. Now, does anyone else not understand Hill’s new essay requirement?” Groans immediately follow her words, but everyone starts pulling their notes out for their shared class.

“Hill’s a bastard.” Avery, Angie’s twin brother, declares nearly ten minutes later. “I knew college would be hard, but this is another level.” Olivia gestures to their picnic table that’s covered in their notes and textbooks. “Not wrong.” She mutters, gathering up her notes to put back in her bag. Nearly losing her pen to the ground but Angie catches it before it falls, handing it to her.

Tossing the pen in her bag, she sighs as her brain slows for the first time today, only for it to speed up at the feeling of eyes on the back of her head.

She stills, head tilting slightly to the side. It doesn’t feel threatening, the gaze is heavy and familiar. She wants to ask Bryce if someone is looking at her, but if it is who she thinks it is, he won’t be able to see him. Luke was far too good at manipulating the mist.

So instead, she drops her hand from where it was resting on her bag, inside of her wrist brushing the wood of the picnic table as she twists her forefinger and middle finger in a familiar gesture. She holds it for a few seconds before returning her hand to rest on her bag.

The conversation her friends are having is broken a moment later by the sound of her name. And before she can turn to look or say something, she sees Bryce sit straight, tension radiating from him. “Can I help you, man?” She doesn’t need to see Luke to know that his eyebrow was raised with the most unimpressed look on his face and then she feels his eyes back on her after a moment. Placing her dominant hand on the table, she swings her leg over, straddling the bench, her knees nearly touching Olivia at the movement. Her breath catches and she can feel her pulse quicken as she looks at her boyfriend.

It was a reaction she had to him before they were ever together and even after a year she still had it. She’d be embarrassed if she didn’t know that Luke reacted the same way to her.

“Luke.” She greets, eyes moving from his face down to his body as she takes in what he was wearing and Bryce’s reaction suddenly making sense. Luke was wearing his leather jacket that never failed to make him look a few years older and combined with the scar on his face he looked dangerous. “Figured I’d get you out of here since it’s the last day before break.” “Really? And if I wanted to stay longer?” She teases. He grins, showing all of his teeth, “I’d toss you over my shoulder and get you out of here anyways.” “What the fuck?” She hears one of the boys mutter, but she laughs and stands up. Not even batting an eye at the way an arm is immediately around her waist or how her bag is in his hands before she could even reach for it. “Thank you for getting me.” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to where his scar ends. She turns her attention back to her friends who are looking at her and Luke with wide eyes and open mouths. “I’ll see you guys when breaks over, yeah?” Avery dumbly nods and she gives them another smile, before Luke tugs her away.

[senjusonlygirlfriend]

Bathtime conversations

𝑬𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑪𝒘/𝑻𝒘: 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑

You sighed, as you walked into your shared appartment. Work at the office had been more grulling as yesterday, yet you were happy the day was over. As usal, your fiance was still working. She had started a job a week ago with the man that raised her up, Joel, at a new lumber company.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't go drop off her lunch sometimes just to see her lift some heavy wood. Slipping off your shoes and setting down your bag in its respective place, you made your way to the bathroom.

Deciding that you were gonna have a bath instead of a shower, you clogged the drain. As the bathtub started to fill you grabbed a new set of clothes and picked out a bath bomb that you knew would smell good. The basket was full thanks to Ellie's slight obsession with them.

Every time you would use one right after a bath she would always want force want to cuddle with you once she got home. It's not like you were irritated with it though, you could always work while she was sprawled on top of you. Playing your favorite playlist, you let out a sigh of relief as you slipped on your clothes and dipped into the bath.

The bath bomb fizzled as the water started to turn a nice pink pech shade, as the fizzling sound filled your ears. Your mind had drifted to Ellie, wondering if she would be working late again. For the past few days, she had to stay behind later than normal to help a few newbies trained and know what their job entailed. As you were in your thoughts, you missed the click from the front door.

Then, a soft knock sounded from the bathroom door.

"Can I come in?" Ellie asked.

You shouted back a yes as she entered the bathroom, her eyes scanned the room for a second. It was actually normal that the two of you had just walked in on each other like this, the both of you growing into that security in the relationship. You could tell she was tired as she sat down on the toliet seat.

Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and the eyebags were a little bit more prominent than normal. Well, something that was normal was her coming home later than normal. Maybe something happened at work?

"You ok? Normally you aren't home this late. But don't get me wrong, I love seeing you here!"

You rambled, as you intertwined your hands with each other. Ellie had shifted her attention from the spot she was looking at to you. She sighed, bringing your hand up to her lips to kiss it, despite it being wet.

"You used the peach bath bomb today?"

Ellie asked, a tired smile on her face She had looked more relaxed now at least, despite her still looking tired.

"Yeah. I needed one today, I swear the people at the office are going to put me on the ground or have wrinkles before I'm 30."

You ranted, using exaggerated hand movements to your point. As you continued to ramble, Ellie looked at you with a look of admiration. She had always loved these conversations with you, you talking while she listens.

"So, why are you here? Did something happen at work?"

She suddenly snapped back to reality, not realizing that she was spacing out while taking in your features. She turned her face away and puffed, as if a child would.

"Joel sent me home early because he thinks I'm, 'overworking myself' over training the newbies. He's also giving me tomorrow and Friday off, and I'll be so lonely without you."

Her expression had changed into a sad one, despite you detecting a hint of sarcasm in the last bit that she had said. She had also grabbed your hand that was dangling over the tub, playing with your fingers. Ellie continued to rant as she fiddled with the engagement ring that she had proposed with to you.

You remember it like it was yesterday. The both of you were on a vacation to [favorite country] just exploring the country there. Beforehand you didn't even know that she had saved up the money by getting another discrete job on the side + a little bit of Joel's help.

She had done it at sunrise, despite you being grumpy at the time due to getting woken up so early. She had guided you to a beautiful view, giddy with how it was going to turn out. When you had turned around and processed the situation, you had cried happy tears the whole time and the way back to the place you stayed.

The ring was simple, yet elegant in the perfect way.

"Do you wanna watch Spirited Away with me and get takeout?"

Ellie proceed what you said for a second before nodding, getting you a towel as she got up.

"I don't really mind what we eat, its up to you!"

You said, her nodding as she shut the door behind her. You knew, that you were going to have a comfortable, cozy evening with your favorite person in the whole world.

[peaches2217]

A Call from the Balcony

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“Ah, your highness!” Toadsworth greeted. “You’re in a bit late, aren’t you? No matter! Before you retire to your chambers there’s a few things I wanted to— y-your highness? Your highness!”

His voice quickly faded behind Peach as she passed him, her pace quickening into a brisk walk, then a light jog, then a run. She would apologize later, she decided. Toadsworth was never very far. There would be plenty of time to explain away her actions and listen to whatever it was he intended to yammer on about.

She didn’t have the same luxury at her disposal right now. This mission was time-sensitive. She hiked her skirts up and ran as quickly as her shoes would permit, the heels clacking frantically against the marble floors; she thought for a moment of kicking them off so she could sprint, but she would lose as much time in the act as she would gain from the additional mobility.

And anyway, the next corner she rounded brought her face-to-face with her target destination. She burst through the entrance to her drawing room, stumbled into her bedroom, and threw aside her balcony doors, rushing to the railing and praying she wasn’t too late.

The darkness outside made color difficult to perceive, but she recognized the red-and-blue silhouette crossing the bridge over the castle's moat all the same. A grin split her face from ear to ear.

“Mario!”

He startled, as though her call had pulled him from some deep train of thought, and quickly turned to face her. She swore his eyes lit up at the sight of her, and that filled her with an unprecedented joy, so intense that her head buzzed and warmth blossomed in her chest.

She paused then, fighting back a sudden wave of panic. She hadn’t thought of anything to say.

In truth, they had only parted ways a few minutes earlier. Today had been a rare and wonderful day in which they’d never once left each other’s side. A meeting with a foreign diplomat that morning meant Mario had arrived bright and early to serve as her guard; the uneventful meeting ended just before 1:00 in the afternoon, so she had invited him to share lunch with her before she had to bury herself in administrative paperwork. Mario himself had offered to keep her company and make the tedious task more bearable, and thanks to the constant joking and frequent mental shifts from the topics they were supposed to be focused on, the sun hung low in the sky by the time she finished. She had then offered dinner for his troubles, and he agreed on the condition that they take a short walk afterward — “Nothing worse than being cooped up like that all day,” he’d said, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, and she couldn’t help but agree.

An hour after the sun had gone to bed, she finally and reluctantly bid him farewell, because she had already taken up his entire day and he didn’t seem willing to leave without her permission. Yet she missed him as soon as they parted, and by the time she was inside, she made up her mind that she needed to see him one last time.

Now Mario was staring up at her, clearly expecting a reason for being stopped so soon after being excused, and Peach could think of nothing but Every moment with you never feels like enough.

What would he say to that? Would he laugh? Would he be embarrassed? Would he feel the same way?

“I… forgot to tell you!” she finally said after what felt like an eternity of wracking her mind for excuses. “The main fountain in the garden has sprung a leak. I fear it will face irreparable damage if it isn’t fixed by about 2:30 tomorrow afternoon!”

Another pause, this time as Mario processed her announcement, and she witnessed the exact moment he realized it was actually an invitation — his eyes widened in understanding, and then he gave a single, firm nod. “You can count on me, Princess!” he called back.

Already Peach’s heart felt lighter. What would she invite him to do? She could get up early to bake his favorite coffee cakes and they could share them in her favorite gazebo. Or perhaps she could pack them and a bottle of wine into a wicker basket and escape the castle grounds with him for a few hours. Tomorrow’s weather was supposed to be lovely, perfect for an impromptu picnic. Or they could always just do as they had done tonight, pacing about in the fields behind the castle as they discussed any and every topic that ran through their heads.

She supposed she had a bit of time to choose. It would be rude to keep him waiting in the meantime.

“Forgive me for holding you up,” she called.

“Never!” he called in return. “It’s always a pleasure!”

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow?” She backed away from the railing, giving him silent permission to break away, and she noted with a pang of amusement that he took a single step back as well, as though mimicking her.

“Of course! Can’t have that fountain breaking down, now, can we?”

She took another experimental step. Mario followed suit. Did he even realize he was doing it?

“Then stay safe going home!” Another step.

“Oh, I think I can manage!” The same step, mirrored.

“Sleep well!”

“May your dreams be sweeter than cannoli cream!”

“And may your night be equally pleasant!”

“Buonanotte, amabile principessa!”

“You too! I think!”

Mario laughed, and considering they were still calling out to one another while Peach’s back was inches from the doorframe, she laughed as well. She never wanted this game of call-and-response to end. But what other choice did they have? Mario pulled his cap from his head and waved with it, one final, wordless farewell, and Peach scrambled for her handkerchief to return the gesture. Like a noblewoman seeing her lover off, she couldn't help but think.

Eventually, Mario turned in the opposite direction, though his actions seemed slow, almost thoughtful, and he kept his eyes on her until his body’s change in position forced his head forward. Like a noblewoman’s lover desperate to drink in her image one last time. The thought made Peach’s throat feel tight.

If only…

She watched in silence as Mario walked out of sight, his cap seemingly forgotten in his right hand. She absently clutched at her handkerchief in her left and sighed. “Goodnight, Mario,” she whispered into the night.

~~~

“Guys don’t just stare at girls until they physically can’t anymore if they don’t feel something for them,” Toadette weighed in half an hour later, brushing the last of a handful of tangles from Peach’s hair. Peach just sighed for what must have been the hundredth time that night.

“Something about my posture must have been amusing to him,” she reasoned. “Or I was simply imagining it. You know how time slows when he leaves.”

Toadette stepped down from her step stool to set the ornate hairbrush on the vanity, and Peach tore her eyes from her own miserable reflection to watch as she fetched a bottle of argan oil, only to disappear behind her again. 

“You of all people have no reason to sell yourself short.” Tiny fingers massaged her scalp as Toadette worked the oil through her hair. She closed her eyes and relaxed at the familiar sensation. “You’re a princess, for crying out loud! You know how many men dream of becoming your suitor? What makes you think Mario’s any different?”

The answer was obvious, Peach felt, but tonight she felt more tempted than ever to think maybe her lady-in-waiting had a point. “Because I’m not just a princess to him,” she said, more to herself than to Toadette. “I’m a cherished friend, a trusted confidant, an equal.” 

“And nothing’s going to convince you otherwise.”

“Nothing short of him saying any differently himself.” When Peach opened her eyes, her reflection looked tired, sad. She couldn’t help but smile bitterly. “It’s a bit cruel, honestly. Knowing one of the reasons I love him so much is one of the very same reasons he could never return those affections.”

Now it was Toadette's turn to sigh.

That night, Peach settled into bed and fell asleep quickly, an overstuffed pillow hugged tightly to her chest. She remained blissfully unaware of the scuffle just outside of her door.

“I’m telling him everything!” Toadette cried, writhing in vain against Toad’s grasp on her wrist.

“Don’t you dare!” Toad pulled with all of his might, managing to drag her a few inches back before she lurched forward again.

“I can’t take it anymore!”

“You think I don’t get an earful of lovesick rambling every day too?!”

“By the stars, if they can’t take a hint, I’ll make them see the light myself!”

“This has to happen organically! On its own! You can’t rush love!”

“I can and I will!”

On the opposite side of the door, Peach dreamed of a warm summer day sharing coffee cakes with the man she loved more than life itself. She smiled in her sleep and hugged her pillow closer.

[zerobaseonefics]

cuddles and movie ㅡ park hanbin

park hanbin x reader

requested : you give the silent treatment to park hanbin, and he becomes clingy. dear anon, i hope it will turn out the way you wanted <3

warnings : none, just fluff!!

1359 words

the scent of sweat was finally going through park hanbin nostrils when he sat on the floor of the dance practice room. checking the hour, he realized he had spent more time than he was supposed to do here, torturing his dance mates for hours. you know how hardworking he is, and how he won't let his teammates go home until everything's finally perfect. and there was this show his dance crew would be giving next thursday, and as a leader, it was his mission to make sure they do well.

it's only when he realized that his crewmate, kamden, looked more sleepy than usual and was dancing with his eyes closed like some type of zombie, that hanbin decided to wrap it for today.

yes, he realized he did a lot today.

yes, he questionned himself about how yedam's little body still had energy.

he realized it was maybe too much, but there is something that hasn't crossed his mind yet : it was 8pm, and he promised you, his s/o, that he will be home at 5pm, so you guys could go on a date.

in fact, hanbin was so stressed about that show he absolutely forgot about the date. and it was not the first time. after the practice, because he kinda felt bad for his tired friends, he offered them to have food. they all said yes, even the sleepy kamden, who could just not pass on food.... he'd go, eat the dish that feels tastier because he didn't pay for it, and sleep on the table when he's done or something.

anyways, all of those events made hanbin go home around 10 o'clock. he took off his shoes, throwing them somewhere in the corridor. the most important thing for him right now was to shower. and so, he went straight to the bathroom.

it's only when he accidently let cold water hit his body that he got back to his senses. he picked up the pieces of the puzzle, one by one. how was it so dark outside and you didn't seem to be home ? i mean, he hasn't see you when he got there, when you're usually waiting for him in the living room... he thought you might have gotten to sleep, but it was way too early and you weren't the type to sleep at that time of the night. and then, it hit him. opening his mouth in disbelief, he realized he had missed you date. a-fucking-gain.

he hurried to finish his shower, asking himself repeatedly what the hell was wrong with him, and yeah i agree, what the hell is wrong with you park hanbin. how could you forget about your amazing s/o, like?? give it to me.

he got out of the bathroom after he was done and dressed, and went straight up to look for you in your shared apartment, calling your name with hesitation. you never replied once, and he found you in your room, reading some book. he felt even more bad when your eyes ended up on him and he felt how disappointed you were. your eyes went back to your book, ignoring him, as he went closer to the bed your were lying on.

"hey y/n...." no answer.

"you...you had a nice day?" still nothing.

"listen... i'm so sorry i forgot our date, again. i know it's no excuse but i was just so focused into practice that i haven't see the time pass and then i felt bad for my teammates and..."

he was discouraged in talking more, as you wouldn't answer. he saw the light when you decided to get up, closing your book. he opened his arms too greet you, but you just passed by him, going straight to the living room. he called your name one more time, to which you responded by showing him your palm, like someway of saying "talk to the hand". he asked himself if maybe you needed some more space...

you know, it's just that before you, the poor boy never felt the warmth of another person. like, yeah, that loser was focusing on dance and didn't realized he could fall in love or something with anyone. like, please get him out of that practice room. and so, he was not a bad boyfriend, far from this, but sometimes, shit happens, and he has no idea how to fix it.

and if hanbin couldn't fix his own problems, another hanbin would do it for him.

"oh that's very bad...", said sung hanbin on the other side of the phone after park hanbin told him everything.

"hyung, do you think they are going to break up with me ?", whined your boyfriend.

"nooo !! i mean, i don't think so. but it's only logical that they are that mad..."

"what should i do ?"

"make it up to them. they wanted some of your love and attention, nothing more, but you cancelled so many of your dates. last times, at least, you warned them that you couldn't make it, but this time you just said nothing about it. if they want your love and attention, give it to them now, show them you're really sorry and maybe they will open up about it more easily."

after, that call, park hanbin went straight to join you in the living room, sitting next to you on the couch. you didn't spare him a single look, and he was almost discouraged before he remembered what his friend told him. plus, he just missed you so much, he couldn't stand the silent treatment you were giving him.

slowly, he went to take your hand into his, holding it gently, looking at you to see if he got some reactions out of you. nothing. taking your hand to his lips, he kissed the back of it, as you looked away so he won't see how affected you were by the gesture.

"y/n, i missed you so much. could we talk about this ?"

even if he got no answer out of it, he knew it was starting to work when you got up. let's be real, you were kinda enjoying it, so you couldn't just give in that easily. keep going boss!! make him regret!! don't let him get into your mind!!

however, when you decided to get up to avoid him once again, he just pulled you onto his laps, making you seat on them. an arm sneaking around your waist looking at you with eyes full of hope. gently, he put one strand of you hair behind your ear.

"you look good today, it's a shame i couldn't take you anywhere or see you enough..."

"well, i wonder whose fault it is, right ?" you finally answered.

"all mine. i'm so sorry."

"it's not the first time you doing it, hanbin. i get all the stress you might feel because of your incoming show, and i get that you have responsabilities as a leader... but you could've at least call me. so i won't wait for you, or worry about the fact that you're not home at 10pm."

"i know love... i did wrong, but i promise next time i won't skip any of our dates. okay ? you're way more important than some dance competition. would you let me make it up to you ?"

bro BYE you are weak as hell for that boy. you knew you couldn't ignore him more, you felt bad for him and you just missed him so much. you still tried to put on your best act, to making him unsure about your answer.

"hm... how will you make it up to me ?"

"how about some cuddles and your favorite movie ?"

"okay i'm down."

yeah once again you're weak. and that's how you spent the 15 next minutes laying on the couch, hanbin on top of you, his head hidden in the crook of your neck as he whispered some sweet nothing, telling each other about your day, placing some kisses in between all of that.

"hanbin."

"hm ?"

"i think we forgot the movie part in the "cuddle and movie" thing."

"...oh yeah right."

[ymilksh]

➫ A SCHOLAR'S LOVE (2)

♡theme/warnings: cyno/reader, fluff, slight jealousy

♡summary: cyno is terribly smitten by you. absolutely head over heels. thinks everything about you is great- but has no confidence to actually say it to you. you've picked up on his antics and so has your friend group... so will he stay love-sick, or tell you the truth?

"kaveh, those balloons don't go there." you stated, pointing to a bunch of coloured balloons stuck behind your couch. "i know you're into interior design, but..." you put a finger to your chin, squinting your eye at his choice of decoration. "it really looks like a clown threw up behind our couch."

kaveh raises a brow at you, setting down the last group of balloons with a weight attached to their strings. "oh really now? since when did you spend years researching the ideal grouping of indoor decorations, miss decorator?"

"since it was my birthday, mister."

kaveh groans, moving the balloons back to their original position. "thank you, kaveh~" you sing, walking into the kitchen of your small dwelling. as students of the akademiya, you were given homes to share with each other for the duration of your schooling. you and kaveh shared a house along with al haitham, and cyno and tighnari shared a house with one of their acquaintances.

earlier that day, kaveh had helped you prepare some desserts and appetizers for your birthday party. it was lucky your birthday came on a saturday, leaving you some much needed space from your studies and some time to relax on your special day. some friends and family would be over to celebrate soon, and the after-party would consist of you and your buddies having a sleepover.

everything was perfect, until you realized after looking at what kaveh had made for you; you didn't have a birthday cake.

"kaveh? y-you never made a cake, did you?" you shouted from the kitchen, a little panicked at this discovery.

kaveh walked into the kitchen, analyzing the food on the counter. "shoot. i- sorry, y/n. i must have forgotten… the grand bazaar might have a few stalls with some ingredients- but al haitham said most of them were shut down for a performance." kaveh explained with a hint of regret. he had previously made a list of things to make for the day ahead- yet threw it out thinking he could rely on his memory to finish everything.

"this is because of you getting cocky again, isn't it? listen, i told you to stop being so competitive with al haitham! you can clearly plan a party better than him, i know that, there's no need to prove that to me." you scolded him, putting away the other food you inspected.

"really, y/n, it's nothing like that! i honestly forgot about that stone-faced al haitham today, he's been out all day since the morning doing who-knows-what. i just impulsively threw away the list of food i was supposed to make." he shook his head with his palm on his forehead, disappointed with himself.

"okay, kaveh. i forgive you. we'll just...have to go without one. i'm sure i can whip up some small tart or find a pie stall-"

a knock on the front door cuts your sentence short, some muttering outside catching your attention. kaveh stays in the kitchen, panicking at the leftover mess he forgot to clean up as well.

opening the door, your eyes light up when you see cyno next to tighnari, cyno's hands full with presents and an oddly large square box. "cyno, tighnari! you're here early! come on in." you smile, opening the door fully. cyno says hello and blushes after walking in, tighnari throwing you a wink as a greeting.

having your friends’ company was just the type of pick-me-up you needed after hearing your party wouldn’t be having a birthday cake. it was an integral part of the celebration, after all! kaveh definitely owed you one. after getting everyone situated in the living room, you helped cyno place the presents onto the coffee table.

“oh, ah, y/n. that one-“ he points to the large box, “it needs to be refrigerated.” tighnari quirks a brow at him, wondering what the box’s contents are. “sorry if it’s any trouble, i know it’s quite large.” he deadpans, making you chuckle.

“no, not at all. here, come bring it to the kitchen, we can put it in the fridge. just what is it, exactly?” you inquire, your brain brimming with curiosity. maybe a fruit platter? no… he would have let that stay in plain sight. a new type of mechanical device? nah, he knows you better than that.

“it’s…nothing too special, i’ll let you know when you can look inside.” cyno sounds unsure as he tells you, following you to the kitchen.

kaveh greets him immediately, jumping at your entrance. “ah, cyno’s here! and i’m guessing tighnari tagged along with you?” kaveh nervously asks, tucking his dirty cloth behind him. you roll your eyes, snatching the cloth from him and tossing it into the sink.

“don’t mind him, cy-cy. he’s just embarrassed he managed to make this much of a mess yet didn’t bake me a birthday cake like i asked.” you informed him, throwing a light fist bump to kaveh’s shoulder.

cyno’s eyes lit up at your nickname for him- did he hear you correctly? cy-cy? he could feel his heart begin to swell with joy, a small cough erupting from him out of shock.

“ah- cyno, are you feeling okay? that cough sounded a little dry. anything you wanna drink?” he shook his head, refusing the offer. “okay. just let me know.” you smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. he shuddered at the action; when did you get so friendly towards him? were you always so attentive like this… ?

at this moment, cyno realized tighnari was right. his worries had definitely caused some clouded judgement.

at around 4:30pm, al haitham returned home with a bouquet of flowers and a couple bottles of wine to mark the occasion. closing the door behind him, he met with you all in the living room and set down his items on the coffee table, discussing everyone’s day so far.

after talking for some time, it was now around 5pm; the sun painting the sky a beautiful shade of blue with streaks of orange dawning the horizon. everyone gave their greetings to you, wishing you a happy birthday and all the best ahead. you beamed at the energy in the room, it was overwhelmingly positive.

cyno however, was lost in thought, imagining a million different ways this evening could go. would you enjoy your gifts? was what he prepared… too bold? tighnari had told him to make a passionate and sincere gift for you; explaining that when you don’t have the words, sometimes a handmade gift can communicate a message a lot easier. of course he would still have to clarify what his intentions were, but tighnari was sure you would love whatever cyno made. even if it wasn’t the prettiest.

still, the dark haired student had no idea what cyno ended up doing for you. he was just as confused as you when you saw the box, almost second-guessing his advice when he saw how large it was. but remembering how carefully cyno treated his interactions with you; in his heart, he had faith in his friend to make the right decision- to really put his heart into this gift. whatever it may be, tighnari trusted cyno’s judgement.

eventually, people started to filter in and out of the party, parents and grandparents parting a little earlier due to their older age. some presents were opened and others were left to be opened later, as you had gotten pretty tired from all the dancing you did and all the food you consumed. despite kaveh’s oversight of the cake, you would say your party went just as planned!

after all the excitement died down and the sun had finally set for the night, al haitham noticed you had fallen asleep on the couch, laying a blanket over your body. it was just the five of you once more; everyone taking a separate position in the house. cyno was sitting on the other sofa opposite you, head buried in a book al haitham had left on the side table. al haitham was checking to see if you had drank too much- kaveh was cleaning up the decorations strewn across the living room, and tighnari was packaging the leftover food.

as he put some containers of food away, tighnari noticed the box cyno had brought sitting in the middle of the fridge, a pang of guilt hitting his stomach as he forgot to remind cyno to take it out. “ah, dear me. he’s probably got his legs between his tail over this being left behind.” tighnari sat the leftovers down, grabbed the box and brung it to the living room.

“cyno, i think there’s something you forgot to give to miss y/n.” he smiles, setting the box down to poke you awake. you stir in your sleep, making a cute whimper sound that cyno can’t help but squeeze his eyes shut at. you were just… way too cute. it felt out of character for him to be so affected by your actions… but he nonetheless welcomed this warm feeling inside of him whenever he looked at you.

“hwaaa~ hey eweone, whad did i miss?” you yawned, your distorted voice causing kaveh to laugh at you. “don’t laugh, your words are barely comprehendable when you’re awake!” you retort, half smiling at him.

“well, cyno still hasn’t given you your present, you know.” al haitham explains, curious as to what this will lead to. his friends had clearly been planning something behind his back… and it seems behind yours and kaveh’s as well.

“ah, that box! well, come sit everyone. i’ll open it right now.” you smiled, tearing into the wrapping paper. cyno watched with anxiety, nervous about your reaction. tighnari just smiled at him, a silent plea for him to calm his nerves. you can do it, cyno. trust yourself with this.

“wow- oh my goodness, c-cyno, did you really make this…for me?” inside the box was a decorated cake with two layers, the words ‘happy birthday y/n’ written in cursive draped along the top. adorning the rest of the cake were stick figures made of pretzels and frosting, flowers and animals beside them representing you and your friends. “it’s so lovely, when did you have the time to make this?”

cyno’s face was now fully tinted with red, watching you examine each of his dressed pretzel figures with such precision and care as if they were real. “i took the time to study the preparations of a birthday cake a few days before the party. i wanted to make you a gift… that sent a message to you, one that symbolized your importance to me. to us.” he explained, holding your hand as you listened to him, teary-eyed.

“but that isn’t the only part of my gift. i wanted to take you somewhere to show you something. is…that alright?” he asked. tighnari was ecstatic at cyno’s response to his advice- he even planned something extra? it was quite the coincidence that he could make your dreams of having a birthday cake come true- but this was just the icing on top.

“yes, of course. do you guys mind at all? i’m sure it won’t take long.” you asked your friends, hearing no objections. al haitham smirked at the situation before him, of course it was like this, how could he have missed it? kaveh was thinking the same, both of them shooting a glance at each other.

“okay, we’ll be off then. i promise it won’t be long.” cyno smiled, nervously taking your hand in his to guide you outside. there was a small patch of land near the neighbourhood you lived in, clear enough to see the skies and all the stars that wandered across it. he laid next to you on the grass, turning to face you.

“y/n, i have something to tell you that i’ve been thinking of for a while.” he takes a deep breath, reciting his thoughts in his head. “the only reason i chose to say this today was because of tighnari- well, you know how he is. when he sees a flower beginning to bloom, he can’t keep his mouth shut about it.” he chuckled, looking off to the side.

you stared at him dreamily, wondering what his next words would be. the fact you were alone together enjoying the starry sky surely was a gift in itself, but was the flower… meant to represent you two?

“and, my pretty padisarah, you are who i’ve been wanting in my g-garden.” he stutters, making you giggle.

“oh archons, tighnari definitely said that to you as an example of what to say, didn’t he?” you continued to giggle, your contagious laughter spreading to him as well. resting the back of your hand against cyno’s cheek, you tucked a strand of his pearl coloured hair behind his ear, leaning a little closer to him.

“i want you in my garden, too, cyno.”

smiling, he leans further in as well, unsure about his next move until you press your lips to his. the kiss you share is sweet and pure, eliciting sparks in your chests at having your feelings reciprocated.

as you pull away, cyno lies flat on his back, and you copy him. “i’m relieved you feel the same, y/n. i’m sorry if i offended you with my staring lately, i couldn’t figure out how to tell you i liked you.”

you sigh happily, wrapping your arm around cyno’s waist. “oh, don’t worry, part of me felt it was something like this… i just wanted to see if it was really true. truth be told, i wouldn’t have known how to go about it either. i’m glad our friend did the heavy lifting, hehe.”

“yeah, me too.” cyno agrees, staring up at the sky with you. two constellations have become visible now, intertwined with each other as they float across the atmosphere.

[auracamon]

Embracing a New Morning Routine: How I’m Adjusting and Finding Balance

Lately, I’ve been using Tumblr with so much love, sharing more about my daily routines and thoughts because I just love connecting with people who are going through similar situations all around the world. There’s something so refreshing about being transparent about the highs and lows of studying and life. So today, I wanted to walk you through my morning routine and why I’ve made some recent changes to it. 😊✨

6:00 AM — Yes, I’ve switched to waking up at 6 instead of 5! I initially aimed to wake up at 5:00 AM every day, but let’s be real… I wasn’t getting enough sleep to make it sustainable. As much as I love those early starts, it’s so important to listen to your body, and for me, that means resting properly and finding balance.

Even though waking up at 5 sounds amazing in theory, I’ve realized that quality rest is key to a productive day. Lately, I’ve been going to bed around 11:30 PM, and with the sun setting so late here (around 9:30-10 PM), it’s still tricky to fall asleep any earlier. I’m trusting that when winter comes and it gets dark earlier, I’ll naturally shift to an earlier bedtime. For now, I’m embracing the 6 AM wake-up and feeling way more rested!

I have to say, as someone who really enjoys waking up early, the key is definitely rest. Even though I still wake up feeling a bit sleepy, I believe that once your body gets used to it, everything becomes easier. 💪✨

This morning, I finished cleaning up my room (I always leave clothes, paints, or random stuff lying around during the weekend, and even though I like to clean up on Sundays, I just didn’t have time this week 😅). Then, I went for a walk while listening to a podcast on creative healing — super fascinating, by the way. And now I’m writing this while finishing up my breakfast, ready to dive into study mode!

I actually love Mondays because they feel like a fresh start, and that excites me so much. The idea of starting over, even if the previous week wasn’t as productive, gives me a lot of energy. 💫 So, if you didn’t have a productive week, I encourage you not to beat yourself up about it. Instead, take action this week and give it your all. You got this! 🌟

What’s your favorite part of your morning routine? Or, how do you reset after an unproductive week? I need some tips!!! 💖

[hollywoodxwhore]

Mine | Chapter Thirteen

Colson x Original Female Character

Synopsis: Presley may look sinful on the outside, but deep down, she's innocent, guarded, and terrified of intimacy. Colson, on the other hand, is living up to his womanizer reputation as a way to cope with heartbreak. When his new guitarist invites his twin sister to join them on tour, Colson discovers that he's actually capable of feeling. Will Presley and Colson be able to push past all of the barriers trying to prevent them from happening?

Warnings/Content: angst, swearing, cigarettes, sad depressing shit (it gets better soon i promise)

Presley

I tried talking to Cash last night. I really did. But when I knocked on his door and he didn’t answer, I just broke down. 

I know I shouldn’t have shut Colson out. He needed me, and honestly, I needed him, too. But I needed to be alone and have time to think. 

I know Cash will forgive me and get over it. As shitty as this is, he’s my brother and my best friend. He won’t let this ruin our relationship. I just need to talk to him today and talk some sense into him. 

I wake up early and send a text to Cash. Let’s talk. To my surprise, he texts back immediately that he’s on his way to my room. I shouldn’t really be surprised. Cash and I both struggle to sleep when we’re dealing with something. 

A soft knock comes a few minutes later, and I get up to let him in. I wince when I see him. His cheek is swollen and so is his eye. His hair is a mess and he smells like a combination of sweat and blood. “You look like shit,” I tell him.

“Feel like it, too,” he says, and sulks into my room. I shut the door behind us and watch him as he takes a seat on my bed. His shoulders are hunched and he rests his forearms on his thighs, leaning over. I come over and sit on the floor near him. I’m not ready to sit next to him yet. This isn’t going to be a lovey conversation.

“Presley, I’m sorry,” he rasps, and I can feel in his tone that he means it. It makes my throat feel tight but I swallow hard. I won’t cry right now. “It isn’t my business or my decision who you do or don’t date. You’re right.”

“Thank you,” I say softly, eyeing him.

“You have to understand where I was coming from.” He finally meets my eyes. “Colson is my friend. And I’ve watched him bring home a different girl every night, sometimes more than one a day.”

I flinch a little and Cash’s face flashes with regret, but I shake my head. “It’s okay,” I say. “I know how he was.”

“Was?” Cash asks, brows furrowed in anguish. “Pres, how am I supposed to believe that he changed overnight and is all of a sudden a kept man?”

I shrug weakly. “You’re just going to have to believe it,” I say quietly. “You have no idea the conversations we’ve had behind closed doors.”

Cash shakes his head and pushes back his curls agitatedly. “I know I don’t,” he mutters. “How long has this been going on?”

“Well…” I bite my lip. “Are you sure you’re ready to hear it?”

Cash hesitates, then nods, keeping his brown eyes on mine. 

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You know that night that you made me switch rooms with you so that you and Olivia could sleep together? The very first one.”

Cash looks up at the ceiling, thinking. “Yeah. Pretty soon after you got here.”

“Right,” I say. “Well, Colson and I shared a bed, and we woke up in each other’s arms, totally unintentional. And then we realized neither of us had slept that good in forever. So we started making a habit of it.”

Cash looks pained but he keeps his eyes on me, listening. I appreciate him for it. 

“But we finally confessed our feelings in The Maldives.” I pause. “You’re the one who kept making me switch rooms,” I remind him with a weak smile, trying to ease the tension a little.

Cash huffs, shaking his head, curls bouncing. “I guess that was stupid of me,” he mutters.

“After treating Colson like a total manwhore who shouldn’t be allowed within five feet of your sister,” I say dryly, “yeah. It was.”

Cash frowns and rubs his good eye, sighing. “I was so caught up with Liv. I wasn’t thinking.”

“Cash, you haven’t been thinking this whole time,” I say irritably. “I’m still so mad at you for telling Colson to stay away from me. You were judgmental of your friend and grossly misogynistic towards your sister.”

Cash’s frown deepens. “C’mon, Pres, he was fucking anything with legs before you got here,” he argues. Again, I flinch, but I clench my jaw, staying strong. “How was I supposed to know he wasn’t going to put the moves on you?”

I roll my eyes. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

Cash’s mouth opens. “No, Pres, it’s not that–”

“That I’m not capable of saying no?” I ask angrily. “That I’m stupid enough to let him seduce me and fuck me on a one night stand?”

Cash grimaces. “Ugh, stop, I already had to see y’all having sex,” he says. 

“Why did you even come downstairs?” I ask. 

Cash bites his lip. “I saw you go inside first and then Kells went in after you,” he admits. “I wanted to see what was going on.”

“Well, you saw.” My voice is flat. 

“Pres, I thought…I thought you didn’t…do that.”

“I didn’t,” I say. “Not before Colson.”

Cash’s eyes widen. “You let him take your virginity?”

“I gave it to him,” I snap. “You should know better, Cash. Colson is the sweetest, most genuine person I’ve ever met. How dare you assume he would treat me like shit. Do you know how offensive that is? Do you know how hurt Colson is by your actions?”

“Pres–”

“No. It’s one thing for you to be annoyingly protective over me, and another to be a judgmental prick about someone who gave you everything, Cash,” I say, hands trembling with emotion. “Without Colson, you’d still be at home, sleeping with locals and spending your free time in my apartment.”

It’s Cash’s turn to flinch. “That’s not fair,” he says quietly. “My talent got me here.”

“I know it did,” I agree, nodding. “But Colson found you. Colson liked you. Colson wanted you for his band. And this is how you repay him?”

Cash stares at me for a long moment, and then all the fight leaves him. He hangs his head and sighs heavily. “I’m such a dick.”

“Yeah,” I say. “You are.”

“And then I attacked him.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fucking forgive you for that,” I blurt. 

Cash lifts his head, eyes going wide. “Wh-what?” he asks. “Pres, you have to forgive me.”

“If Colson can,” I say, “then I will. But right now, Cash…I don’t even feel like I know you. You’ve broken the trust I have in you.”

Cash’s face crumples and he hangs his head again. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

Seeing him sad makes me want to cry, too, and immediately, tears spring to my eyes. “Cash, Colson and I are in love.”

He lifts his head, looking startled. “What?”

“You heard me,” I say. “We love each other. We’re not just…you know. I want to be with him, Cash. As long as he’ll have me. So you need to get over this arrogant bro shit and support us.”

Cash’s throat bobs. “I didn’t know it was like that,” he mutters.

“Yeah, because you stormed off and then when you saw Colson next, you fucking punched him,” I reply. 

Cash groans, covering his face with his hands. “I know! I’m an asshole,” he says. “I need to find Kells and apologize.” He gets to his feet. “Think he’s awake?”

“Yeah, I do,” I say. 

“Okay. I’m going to apologize,” he says. He hesitates, then reaches a hand out and helps me up. For the first time ever, Cash looks hesitant around me. I hate it. I want us to be okay. So I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him. Cash lets out a shaky breath and hugs me so tight it’s hard to breathe. “I love you, Pres. I’m so sorry. I’ll fix this, I swear.”

“I love you, too,” I choke out. I’ve already forgiven him. I knew he would get over it, that he’d feel like a prick for the way he acted. And I know Colson will forgive him, too. Hopefully by later this morning, everything will be fine. 

“Alright,” Cash says, pulling back from the hug. “Do you know what room Colson is staying in?”

“It’s two down from mine,” I say. 

“Alright. Thanks, Pres. I’ll let you know how it goes,” he says, then lopes out of my room. I sit on my bed and sigh, already feeling a little more relieved. But then, Cash is back in my room, frowning. “Pres,” he says. “He’s gone.”

Colson

I had to get out of there. I don’t even know where the fuck I am. I’ve been walking since Pres refused to answer the door last night. I have my phone, but it’s at 17% and it’s not going to last much longer. 

I passed the town a long time ago and I’ve been walking by a forest for what feels like forever at this point. But I just couldn’t stay there a second longer knowing what was probably going to happen.

Pres and Cash will definitely talk this morning. They might even be talking right now. Cash is going to beg her to leave me, and because he’s her twin, she will. She’ll choose him over me and I’m not ready to face that yet. It hurts too bad.

What’s worse is that now that the floodgates have opened, I just keep fucking crying. I swear, every half an hour or so I’ll feel a wave of emotion and then it just bursts out of me. I feel like I have no control and it’s the scariest shit in the world. I don’t know who the fuck I am if I don’t have control. 

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I take it out. Presley just texted. Where are you? I shove my phone back into my pocket and ignore her. I’m not responding. I’m not ready for her to leave me yet. I walk for another ten minutes before she texts again, and then she keeps texting, every few minutes.

Colson, please call me.

Where are you?? 

Please. 

Cash and I talked. Please, please call me. 

Colson, where the fuck are you? You’re scaring me. 

Baby. Please.

And finally, after all of those have been ignored, she sends one final one. You’re breaking my fucking heart. 

And that shatters me. I finally sit on the side of the road and just cry. I’m so confused and so fucking terrified of what’s going to happen. How do Presley and I navigate a relationship when tour ends and she has to go back home? What if she realizes she can’t handle my lifestyle and breaks up with me? I don’t think I’d be able to survive it. 

I sit on the side of the road for a long time. Over an hour. It’s deserted as fuck out here. A car hasn’t passed me for twenty minutes before I hear another one coming. I keep my head down, but I look up when the car veers to the side of the road and parks. I don’t recognize the car and I tense up. I don’t need a fan spotting Machine Gun Kelly crying on the side of the road right now. 

But then I see who’s driving: Olivia. My eyes flick to the passenger seat, and there, looking furious and scared and relieved all at once, is my girlfriend. 

I get to my feet, a little wobbly, and stare as she opens the door. She gets out and stares at me, and her lip wobbles. “Presley,” I say. 

“Just get in the car,” she says, then climbs back in and slams the door.

All the blood leaves my face and I feel a little lightheaded. This is it. She’s done with me. Fuck. I squat down, running my hands through my hair, but I know they won’t leave me here, so finally, I get to my feet and walk slowly to the car. Presley gets out and without looking at me, climbs into the backseat where Slim is. I hesitate, then climb into the front. 

I want to talk to Pres so badly but she’s completely shut down, looking out the window. She wants nothing to do with me. My stomach twists into knots all the way back to Olivia’s house. 

By the time we get back, we need to head to the venue already, leaving me no time to talk to Presley or anyone about what’s going on. What I do see is Cash climbing into a car that’s headed for the venue, so maybe that’s a good sign. 

Presley avoids me. She doesn’t ride in the same car as me, and she disappears backstage. I can’t find her anywhere, and without her close by, without knowing whether or not we’re good, I feel nauseous. So nauseous that I literally dry-heave into a trash can at one point. God, this is making me physically sick. 

The hours turn to minutes, and then we have to go onstage. I do my goddamned best to put on a show, but it’s half hearted. I feel like total shit. When I come off the stage, I feel more defeated than ever, and it doesn’t help that I still don’t know where Presley is. We clean up our shit and get onto the tour bus for another trip to a new city. 

I sulk towards the back of the bus for a quick shower. When I’m done, I head for my bunk, and that’s when I noticed something I didn’t before. Presley’s bunk door is shut. My heart squeezes. She’s here. I hesitate, then rap softly on the door. “Pres?”

Silence for a moment. And then, “Yeah?”

I let out a relieved breath. “It’s Colson. Can I please come in?”

Silence again. Then, “No.”

My heart sinks. “N-no?” I ask.

“You left me.”

“Pres,” I say, heart cracking in my chest.

“No, Colson,” she says thickly. “I can’t do this right now. You left me.”

“Baby, please,” I beg.

“Col, just go!” she pleads, and she sounds so desperate that I listen. 

“I’m here when you’re ready,” I tell her, and then I walk away from my girlfriend again. 

XX

It’s the third to last show on the tour. Presley hasn’t said a word to me. I can barely eat, definitely can’t sleep. We’re at a hotel and I’m in an alleyway near our hotel, a cigarette wedged between my trembling fingers. I take a drag and blow it out shakily. I’m physically sick in Presley’s absence. 

“Kells?”

The voice startles me from my thoughts. I look up and see Cash walking towards me. I brace myself, but he looks…broken. Slouched, hands in his pockets, head down. He peers up at me timidly and I blink in surprise. “Hey, Cash,” I say quietly. 

Cash swallows hard and leans against the wall. I offer him a cigarette and he takes one, placing it between his lips and leaning forward to accept my light. He takes a drag and then lets his head fall back against the building. “Listen, man, I’m really sorry,” he says, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes. 

I blink and nod once. “Thank you,” I say quietly.

Cash’s throat bobs. “I was a total dick,” he mutters. “It isn’t my business what you and Presley do. It was wrong of me to tell you to stay away from her.” 

“Cash–”

“And I’m extra sorry for hitting you,” he says, wincing. “I can’t believe I lost my shit that bad. I’m so–”

“Cash,” I say a little louder, and he finally seems to snap out of it. He blinks over at me with those big brown eyes and he looks like such a puppy that I’m immediately overcome with guilt, all anger leaving my system. “Thank you for your apology,” I say, “but I’m sorry, too. You told me not to do something and I did it anyway, knowing it would hurt you. It doesn’t matter if you were right or wrong. Your feelings are valid.”

Cash looks at me and a slow smirk spreads across his face. “You’re spending too much time with Presley,” he says.

I let out a breathless laugh, and the pain is back. I hang my head. “Not so much since our fight,” I mutter.

Cash frowns. “I’ve noticed that,” he says. “Is she avoiding you?” I nod. Cash sighs. “She just needs time. She knows I approve of y’all now.”

“You do?” I ask incredulously. I hoped he’d come around but that was fast. 

Cash nods. “Yeah. I do,” he says. “Presley is happy. She’s been extra happy since The Maldives and I didn’t put two and two together but now I know it’s you. I can’t hate you for making my sister happy.”

I smile weakly and shrug. “She makes me happy, too.”

“I can tell,” Cash says, smiling softly. “Pres deserves this. So do you. You guys need to make up.”

“Shit, I’m trying,” I sigh. “She won’t talk to me.”

Cash considers this. “I’ll talk to her.”

“You don’t have to,” I say.

Cash shakes his head. “Nah. I got this,” he says, stubbing out his cigarette. 

“Hey,” I say and he turns to face me. I step forward and hug him and he hugs me back tightly. “Love you, brother.”

Cash chuckles. “Maybe someday,” he says.

My brow furrows. “What?”

Cash flashes a sparkling grin. “Oh, nothing. Later!” He waves, leaving the alley, and my brain finally catches up. Brother. Maybe someday. 

In spite of myself, I smile.