#never thought I'd miss the bob but it was cute

[acelor-acetaylorswift]

TAYLOR SWIFT “Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour” concert movie world premiere in Los Angeles (October 11, 2023)

[coldfanbou]

A Bad Student's Lesson

Had to get something out for Yuna on her birthday, so I thought I'd have some fun with this piece. I say that, but then I sort of went off the deep end. There is rough sex, degradation, a daddy kink, and a little choking. Also, this did come from a lewd thought ask, so that's two birds with one stone.

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Yuna X Mreader

Your teaching career at the university was just beginning, and in one of your first classes, you were already having trouble with some students, particularly Yuna. Yuna would sleep during classes and never turn in any assignments; at this point, she would fail the course no matter what she did. You were at your office when Yuna walked through the door. Her casual dress was charming; you had to admit. You already knew what she would say as you heard her say sensually, "Hey, professor. I wanted to know if there was anything that I could do to raise my grade for the class. It would be terrible if I failed." Yuna leaned forward so you would get an eyeful of her cleavage when you looked at her. 

"Yuna, you sleep in class, never pay attention when you're awake, never turn anything in. Why should I help you in any way? You've had chance after chance this semester, and there's nothing. You've done nothing." You say in a harsher tone than you meant to.

Yuna is momentarily stunned before refocusing on her act. "Pretty please, professor?" She's wholly bent over your desk and inches closer to you. "I'll do anything to raise my grade, Professor. Anything, just name it, and I'll do it."

You let out a long sigh, "Yuna, listen. I'm not going to help you." 

"What if you just give me some extra credit for ‘extracurricular activities?’ There's a lot I know how to do." Yuna climbs over your desk and onto your lap. "I know how to make you feel good, and I'm more than willing to do it. As I said, I'll do anything. You seem awfully stressed; I could take that away." She pulls on your tie lightly. "Can't you imagine it? Your hands running over my little body. Your hard cock slamming into my tight wet pussy. Me, screaming your name as you pour your hot baby batter inside my fertile womb. I can give you all that; you just need to raise my grade. Don't you like that idea? It sounds like a fair trade to me."

You got hard hearing her say all of that in such a sensual tone, but you still deny her. "No, Yuna."

She feels your cock pressing against her leg. "So say that, but your cock is so hard." She has a smile on her face. "You may be saying no, but your body's saying yes. I'll let you have a small taste of what you'll miss out on." Yuna pushes your chair back and undoes your belt before pulling down your pants and taking your cock out. Yuna stares it up and down, licking her lips as she does so. Her soft hand takes part of your cock, unable to wrap her hand completely around it, and gives it long and gentle strokes. "Wow, professor, you're so big." Yuna's face slowly gets closer to your cock, attracting her like a moth to a flame. She licks the tip of your cock, followed by her taking it in her mouth. Yuna's tongue swirls around your head before she tries to take in more. You let out a small moan as her small tongue runs along your cock.  She bobs her head, only able to take in a small portion of it as her mouth becomes taut. While she gives part of you a blowjob, Yuna continues to stroke the rest of your shaft. When she has to catch her breath, Yuna tells you, "you taste so good too, professor." She slaps her tongue with your cock before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. You watch Yuna's cute face as she struggles to take more of your cock in her mouth. You thought to yourself that you might as well enjoy yourself while Yuna tried to convince you.

"You're really struggling there, Yuna."

"Shut it; I've never had anything this big before." 

"Then let me help you." You pull her up and have her lay back on your desk; her head hangs off the edge. "Ready to take it all, Yuna?"

"I'll make you see what you're missing out on, professor." She says as she acts like she's still in control of the situation. You begin to push yourself down her throat. You moan her name as you feel her throat constrict around your cock. When you look down, you see your cock creating a bulge in her throat. You put your hands on her throat and start thrusting. Your balls smack Yuna in the face as you push forward. 

"Fuck Yuna, your throat’s so tight." Saliva slides off your cock and drips onto her face as you continue. Yuna can't respond to your comment, but you hear her try as she gargles on your cock. You feel yourself nearing your climax and become rougher. Tightening your grip on her throat, you do quick work of climaxing as Yuna begins to try to push you away as her oxygen runs low. You release your grip and start cumming down her throat. Yuna can't drink it all; it spews forth from her mouth and coats her face. She pants and tries to catch her breath while you sit down and return to work.

"S-so much cum…and you were choking me."

"That’s my way of doing things, Yuna."

"N-no one's ever been t-that rough with me."

"Yeah, well, I just was."

Yuna collects your cum with her fingers and sucks on them. "So tasty." Yuna's other hand slides down beneath her pants as she rubs her pussy. "Professor, I need you to fuck me."

"So I have to raise your grade? No deal."

"No, just fuck me. I got so close to cumming from you choking me with your cock." Yuna gulps. "I don't care about my grade; just fuck me." Yuna flips over onto her stomach and pulls on your tie. "Please, professor, I need it. I need you to do what you just did again. I'll do anything, I'll-I'll pay attention in class, I'll do all my work. I'll let you fuck me whenever you want; that's right, I'll be your personal fuck doll. You can call me over and tell me to strip in the middle of class, and I'll do it. I'll do anything, please!" Yuna grew desperate; you never expected to see her go from a confident and controlling person to such a submissive woman in a matter of minutes. It aroused you; you couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste.

"Fine, I'll do it. Strip for me, Yuna." Yuna smiles and quickly throws off her clothes. You walk around her, looking at her modest tits and great ass. Smacking her ass draws a moan from her. You bend her over your desk, pressing her head against it. 

"Yes, yes! Fuck me!" You spank Yuna again, drawing a pained moan. "Do it again! Spank me!" You hit her harder than before. "Fuck, that's it, professor."

You hit her again, "You're my bitch now, Yuna. Anytime I tell you to do something, you'll do it."

"I will! I will! I'm your bitch, your dirty little girl. I'm your cumslut, your fucktoy."

"My dirty little girl?"

"Yes, professor, or should I say, daddy?"

"Daddy will do just fine."

"Then teach your naughty girl a lesson, daddy," She said with extra emphasis on the word daddy. You press your cock against her pussy and push in the head. Gripping her ass, you slam your body into hers, plunging your cock deep into her. "Fuck! Your cock's so big, daddy!"  Yuna's nails dig into your desk as your sudden entrance stirs her insides. Yuna's pussy is wrapped around your cock, her walls squeezing down on you as they're split apart. 

You coo as you revel for a second in the feeling of Yuna's warm pussy. You start thrusting into Yuna's pussy, being pulled outwards as it latches onto your cock. "You're just a cock hungry whore aren't you, Yuna?"

Between her loud moans, Yuna shouts, "I'm your whore daddy! I'm yours!" Yuna's ass jiggles every time your hips crash into her body. You spank her and keep her head pressed against your desk.

"That’s right; you're daddy's whore!" You yell at her. Yuna's moans grow louder as she feels your thrusts grow rougher. Yuna quietly whimpers as her pussy starts to tighten, and she cums. "Who said you could cum!?"

"I'm sorry, daddy, but it feels so good!"

You yank on her arms, pulling them back. "You're going to be punished for that, Yuna. I'm going to teach you how to be a good girl for daddy." You say as you pound away at her petite body.

Yuna continues to moan, daddy, as your cock gets buried inside her with every thrust. "I'll be a good girl, daddy! I swear, I'll be good!"

"If you're going to be a good girl, then take all of my cum!" You yell as you press your weight on Yuna's body and impale her. 

"I'm cumming!" She yells as your seed floods into her pussy. You remain pressed against Yuna for a moment as you both catch your breath. She’s the first to speak, asking, "Did I do a good job, daddy?"

You turn her head and kiss her. Yuna stretches her neck when you pull away, not wanting it to end yet. "You did a good job. You're daddy's good little girl."

"Thank you, daddy." Yuna mumbles. "Daddy, I'm tired. Can you take me with you?"

"Are you going to be a good girl from now on?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Then I'll take you along." After that day, Yuna paid attention in class and turned in her work; she was a model student. After class, she would get "special lessons" from you in your office. Yuna would follow any order you gave her; she would try her best for her new daddy.

[wayfaringellie]

a little songv drabble in case y'all were getting hungry again... (i'd love comments in exchange for the goods and services :3)

From time to time I like to imagine a little convo between V and Song Mi during a quiet moment that goes something like this. When it's most peaceful. They could be eating dinner, sitting around a fire. Watching a movie together at night. It begins with So Mi fixing her gaze on V and of course V senses it, feels it along with the rapid beating of her heart.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" "Like what?" "Like... like, I dunno. Somethin' cheesy like I put the stars in the sky or somethin'."

So Mi laughed a bit then murmured, "I don't know how else to look at you." V exhaled through her nose and stared at her but didn't reply. "Whether you want to accept it or not, you've got a big heart, V. Don't let anything or anyone take that from you."

"Think you've got me mixed up with someone else."

"No, seriously. You do. Who else would have done what you did for me?"

So Mi couldn't be sure but V's eyes appeared to glisten during their conversation and it seemed to take more effort for the merc's composure to remained rooted in place. The cool mask of stoicism would slip, revealing the softest of smiles left to replace it along with blue-gray eyes that watered slightly but tears refused to breach. The netrunner couldn't help but feel a sense of giddiness, of pride, when she saw it—that softer side of V, the one that could bleed and be vulnerable. The one who sent her to the stars so she could be free.

Poke long enough, you could drill a hole... So Mi thought.

A blanket of calm had fallen over them. A delicate, near-inaudible whisper of, "... I missed you, y'know," then V's throat bobbed as she swallowed the thick lump there that never quite went away. The one made of grief and apprehension.

With anyone else V would have stumbled over those words or just avoided saying them altogether. She was never any good with that sorta thing: being open and emotional. Actions always spoke louder, after all; and sometimes they screamed or they pleaded. What came next was an affirming combination of both words and action but from So Mi this time. As the older woman shifted closer, V turned her body towards So Mi almost out of instinct (physicality was something that did come easy for her) and welcomed the arms that wrapped securely around her shoulders.

Hands came up to gently hold onto one of those arms and it was when their cheeks pressed together that V heaved a soft sigh. When it became apparent that So Mi intended to hold her for a while, the merc was as good as mush in her embrace and she cutely rubbed her cheek against her companion's. "Missed ya too, V. I really did." From their contact, V could feel the smile that tugged at the corners of So Mi's mouth and she decided 'ah, fuck it. what do I have to lose?' before pressing her lips against the periphery of that lovely smile.

There was a pause and then the smile was gone. V had a sheepish apology primed and ready but she was gifted a fuller, more direct kiss instead as So Mi turned her head. The hand on V's cheek guided her into it, her upper lip being held captive between the soft set of another's and a feeling of warmth and tenderness immediately bloomed in her chest. Her senses were flooded with everything So Mi: from how she smelled (hmm... a fusion of floral and what V could only deduce as a scent wonderfully unique to So Mi) to the sweet sapidity of her lips.

V cupped her face to deepen the kiss, their mouths now slanting in a more leisurely manner, the pads of her thumbs brushing along the EMP threading on So Mi's cheeks. The arms around V pulled them closer together and when they broke apart for air, their noses brushed and breaths mingled but only briefly before the two of them were going back in for more. It was like they were making up for every kiss they held back before. For every missed opportunity of one. So Mi had wanted to kiss V after their daring escape from the stadium but didn't, V had wanted to kiss So Mi on that shuttle but hadn't... But it was the fine and intricate workings of fate (or even a stroke of luck) that always brought people together sometimes. Maybe, just maybe, the beast of Night City could chew you up and spit you out but this could make you stronger in the process, make you better than you used to be.

There was hope yet.

[ryebecca]

Happily ever after?

So, I had a thought. *channels her inner Sophia Petrillo* Picture it.

Our dear Bobby Floyd as a secret romance novel writer (pen name Roberta Flynn, maybe?).

Let’s just say that Bob’s always loved writing, creating characters and stories for as long as he can remember. I can’t quite put my finger on how he got published in the first place, but -

Bob is back at TOPGUN. In what scarce spare time he has that’s not spent with his squad at the Hard Deck, you can find him at the bookstore. One sunny afternoon he finds himself browsing around, tilting his head to the side to read the spines of the books on the shelf. He doesn’t notice you coming from the other direction and doing the same thing when all of a sudden - boom! - you bump into one another, the small pile of books you were carrying in your hands now a messy heap on the floor.

You look up at the bespectacled man, a slight blush tinging his cheeks, who begins apologizing profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Miss! Let me get those for you.” He bends down to pick up your selections that are now scattered on the bookstore floor.

“Thank you so much, um -” You pause, gesturing at him.

He looks up as he gathers the books, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Floyd, uh, Bob Floyd.” There’s that blush again. It’s cute. He’s cute.

You chuckle softly and smile. “Well, Floyd, Bob Floyd. I appreciate the help.”

As he hands the books back to you, all stacked nice and neat, he points to the one at the top. “I’ve heard good things about this one.”

You arch your brow. “You read Roberta Flynn? New York Times best-selling romance novelist Roberta Flynn? The author of His Heart Enshrined?”

“Oh, uh, my mom does. Says she’s never read better.” He smiles shyly, ducking his head down.

“And what do you think of her?”

“Me? Well, I think she’s pretty great.” You wonder why he continues to blush so prettily. You also wonder why you care, after all, you only met the man five minutes ago.

"Say, Floyd, Bob Floyd, would you like to grab a coffee? It's the least I could do since you helped me pick up here."

"I'd love nothing more." And maybe, just maybe, he's about to write his own romance.

[chiimeramanticore]

Part of the Band - Chapter 6 - Cash

Chapter summary: Dook goes to a bar.

A/N:

JUMPSCARE two chapters two days in a row. are you surprised? I am too! TW for discussion of alcoholism and neglectful parenting in this chapter. also a squick warning: there's some big boy swear words in here like Shit and Fuck- so if any of that is too much for you, turn back now! we're about to start turning more into angst territory as the fic develops, but I promise there will also be some cute and soft chapters still! we're just hitting some rough waters right about now lol enjoy the chapter!

Chapter word count: 2,059

<- Chapter 5 - Chapter 7 ->

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Dook steps into the bar, instantly feeling more at home. He hasn't been here since that night he met Beach Bear. Returning feels like a return to form. That is, until he approaches the bar and notices a familiar ruffle of red feathers.

"Looney Bird?" He says, in disbelief.

Looney Bird swivels around, eyeing Dook with panic in his eyes.

"Dook?!" He says. "D– Don't tell nobody I'm here, okay?!"

Surprised, Dook matches his energy. "A- as long as you don't tell nobody I'm here!"

Looney Bird stutters a couple of times, before deciding on "O- okay."

They watch each other awkwardly for a moment.

"...Do you mind if I join you?" Dook asks.

"Yeah," Looney says. "Or, I mean, no. Or– go ahead." Dook sits down next to him. "I didn't know you would be here," Looney confesses.

"I didn't either," Dook says. "This is practically my bar."

"I come here all the time!" Looney says.

Dook laughs. "I used to come here nearly every day since before I met Beach Bear. He's been keeping me from it, haha."

"How are you coming here all the time, anyway?" Looney asks. "I notice Beach Bear paying for all your stuff. I thought you didn't have any money."

"I didn't," Dook says. " 'Fore I met him, I'd work odd jobs and scrounge together a livin'. Now I don't need to."

"Yeah, 'cause he pays for everything."

"But I got cash tonight, Looney Bird." Dook pulls out a thick roll of money from his pocket and places it on the table. Looney Bird's eyes widen at the sight.

"Golly," he murmurs.

"Now are we going to get wasted, or what?" Dook says.

"Yeah!" Looney Bird stands excitedly. "Yeah! Let's do it!"

·–—–·

"Looney, I've been meaning to ask," Dook says. "What, uh... are you? Sorry, did that come off bad?"

"It's fine," Looney says. "I'm a looney bird, obviously. We are a flightless species, but–"

"Wait, you're..." Dook pauses. Maybe he's had a little too much by now. "I thought your name was Looney Bird."

"It is," he says.

"No, you said that's what your, like, species is."

"It's... can't it be both?"

Dook considers this for a moment. "I guess?" He says finally. "But I imagine you'd want your own name other than just what you are, right? I wouldn't wanna be called 'dog.' What were your parents thinkin'?"

"They weren't thinking much," Looney says before taking another sip of his drink. "I barely had parents at all. I don't think they liked me all that much."

"Oh," Dook says. "I'm real sorry."

"It's okay," Looney replies. He pauses before continuing. "My dad flew the coop when I was a little chick, so it's not like I even much know how to miss him. My mom... I could never please her. But I never knew how to give up, either.

"...But, it really is okay," he continues, realizing he's shifted the tone. "Billy Bob and I go way back. We met when we were both real small, living in Tennessee together. I spent a lot of time over at his place after school, and my mom didn't mind, 'cause– well. And his family's real nice and good. And they took care of me. And Billy Bob was my friend." He stops here, reminiscing into the dark liquid in his glass.

"Sounds like you two are close," Dook says quietly, sipping his own drink.

"Close... yeah. I dunno if he knows how much I owe him. I know I'm not the brightest. I know I'm slow. But..." He seems to sink a bit in his seat. "I mean, he teases me, but I know he's never been mean to me. He's the first person to never ever be mean to me.

"Y'know looney birds are an endangered species?" He says, turning to Dook. "Our feathers are rare and valuable. People hunt us. That's how come you've never seen anything like me before, haven't you?"

"...Yeah," Dook admits.

"I think we all got trust issues," Looney says, cracking a bit of a smile. "You don't know who'll hurt you, so you only trust people who earn it. But you've been good to me, just like Billy Bob. You're my friend now, too."

Dook smiles. "I'm glad," he says.

"Welp, I gotta go pee for the fifth time," Looney says, standing. "I'll be back."

Dook watches him go. He's certainly a bit spacy at this point, a pleasant buzz filling his head. He should probably cut the drinking off soon, then.

"So are you just going to play dumb forever?" A voice says from behind him. Dook turns.

"Queenie," he says.

"Don't think I'm just going to forget about seeing you yesterday," she continues. She's standing, almost towering over him like this, hands on her hips.

"I... I didn't think it was a big deal," Dook admits.

"It is after Saturday," she says. "I saw all of you there without me. You're all such good friends, aren't you?"

"Queenie, it's– it's not like that. We didn't know Billy Bob and Looney Bird would be there."

"But there's still a 'we,' isn't there? You and Beach Bear. Where is he, anyway?"

"Wh– He's not here."

"I saw his car, Dook," she says.

Dook can't think of a lie, instead just staring at her dumbfounded.

"Unless..." It all seems to make sense for her now. "Unless you took his car without him knowing. You're here alone, aren't you?"

"I–"

"Does he even know you're here? Or did you sneak out?"

"I, uh–"

"Sneak out to do what?" She eyes the leftover cash on the table. She grabs it accusingly. "Spend his money?"

"Queenie, give that back!" He says, reaching for it. She pulls back, holding it above her head.

"Spend his money on what, liquor? Booze? Feed a damn addiction?"

"It is not an addiction!"

"Oh, I struck a nerve," she says. "Let me guess, you can stop anytime you like, right?"

"Shut up!" He jumps, trying to grab the money, and misses.

She laughs. "This is sad. Maybe taking this is for your own good, huh? What was this money supposed to even be for anyway?"

"Give it back!" He shouts.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll–!" Dook stops, suddenly becoming more aware of the area around him. People are staring. "...Please, give it back, Queenie."

Queenie looks at him sternly. But, aware of the people staring as well, she slowly lowers her arm and gives him the money back.

"Don't say I never did anything for you," she says. "Think about it, Dook. How you treat the people you care about."

She leaves, and Dook sits back down. He needs another drink.

"Hey, what'd I miss?" Looney Bird says, reapproaching the table.

Dook looks at him, tired. "I think I want to go home now," he says.

"Oh." Looney looks at him, a bit worried, but he doesn't question it. "Okay. Let's go."

The two exit the bar silently. Dook shoves what's left of the money into his pocket. It's not much... Queenie's words reverberate in his head, and between that and his inebriation, it feels like a gong being hit in his head.

"Well, I consider it a good night," Looney says, maybe in an attempt to cheer Dook up. "What say we head our separate ways?"

Dook starts crying.

"Woah– Hey, what did I say?" Looney says.

"N... Nothing," Dook says. He can't help himself. He's crying like a little kid right now, over something that's totally his fault. He feels so stupid. He's so embarrassing...

"I just..." he starts, trying to speak through sobs. "The money's not mine...B- Beach Bear, he... he gave me the money... He told me... He said I had to spend it on a– a costume for the band..." He sniffles. "And I blew it all on fucking alcohol, because I have a problem, and I– I can't be trusted with anything... And he's– He's gonna know what I did, 'cause I'm not gonna have the money, and I'm not gonna have the costume, and I'm not gonna have an excuse...! And then he'll know I have a problem and he won't... he won't trust me anymore..."

"I..." Looney Bird shifts somewhat uncomfortably. "H- hey, now, don't cry." He pats Dook's back gently with a wing. "I didn't know about the money."

"Of course you didn't," Dook says.

"I don't think you're a bad person, if that means anything," Looney tells him. "It was an honest mistake. 'Sides, if I made fun of you for having a problem, I'd be calling the kettle black."

Dook sniffles, wiping his eyes. "I don't know what I'm gonna do..." he says.

"...You said you needed a costume, right?" Looney asks.

"Yeah," Dook replies.

"Me and Billy Bob can help you," he says.

"You can?"

"Sure we can! I'm good with the designing, and Billy Bob's good with the sewing. Better than me, at least. He's got hands." He laughs a little. "You can come over whenever you want and we'll help you. It'll be fun!"

Dook looks at him, almost in disbelief. "You'd... really do that for me?" He asks.

"Of course! We're friends now, remember?"

Dook feels another knot in his throat. "Th... Thank you, Looney Bird," he says.

"Don't get all choked up on me," he says.

"How could I ever repay you?" He asks. "You don't know how much this means."

"You already are," Looney says. "We both keep our mouths shut about tonight."

Dook laughs. "Right. We were never here."

"Never where?" Looney shrugs, feigning cluelessness. He laughs. "We should go. I'll see you soon!"

"Bye," Dook calls, waving as Looney walks off. He lingers a while longer, illuminated slightly under the light of the bar's exterior, before heading back to Beach Bear's car.

He sits in the driver's seat for a while, waiting for the last of his buzz to leave him. He places his hands on the steering wheel– thin and covered in leather. There's small scratches in it from Beach Bear's claws over the years. He smiles. Sitting in here without him feels almost foreign.

He takes his hands off the steering wheel and runs them across the sides of the seat. Plush, padded, soft. Hanging from the mirror is a pair of fuzzy dice, and a little figurine sits on the dashboard. The back row has a blanket draped over the top of the seats. The entire car smells vaguely of his cologne. Dook closes his eyes, leaning back in the seat. It's warm, comfortable. It's like falling asleep next to Beach Bear himself.

He's so comfortable, in fact, that he doesn't even realize he's falling asleep until he's woken up again.

"Shit," he mutters to himself. The sky is getting lighter now... he must have been asleep for a few hours. He's got to get home.

He drives back, making it into the driveway as the sun begins to rise. Dook enters the house quietly, and changes into his sleep clothes. He's careful not to wake Beach Bear as he does.

As he's heading back to the living room to fall asleep again, something in him causes him to stop in front of Beach Bear's room. The door's been left a crack open... Dook nudges it open a bit more, poking his head into the room.

Beach Bear is asleep in his bed. Dook isn't sure exactly what else he expected. But he finds himself lingering on the sight a bit anyway. He sleeps in his underwear, one leg stuck out from the blanket. The sun has just begun to peek in through the blinds of his window, illuminating a single streak of his face. Golden... it's pretty.

Dook pulls away. He should get to bed before Beach Bear wakes up. He pads over to the couch and lays down. He can't help the pit of guilt he feels over what he's done tonight... Even if Looney told him it wasn't his fault, he still feels at fault. Beach Bear trusted him with that money, and he broke that trust, even if he doesn't know it. Even if he'll never know it.

But it doesn't matter, he tells himself, closing his eyes. As long as he doesn't find out, Beach Bear won't be hurt.

As long as he doesn't find out.

[dalmascan-requiem]

Tempestuous Rubato: Sake

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A well-earned respite, and feelings that needed to be said.

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Read on AO3 or keep reading after the jump

content warnings: alcohol and drunkenness

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IRL it is a stressful ass month for me, so I wanted to take a break from the drama and angst of Resistance to have a fluffy sappy moment with the boys. :)

"The sake… is good."

Kris tries unsuccessfully to suppress a giggle. The statement was simple enough–but seeing as Laurent bobbed his head, seemingly unable to keep it upright as he regarded him, it was easy to tell the man was undeniably drunk.

"It is quite good, my love. And perhaps a little strong…" Kris couldn't deny that his own head felt a bit fuzzy from the alcohol. He always had a high tolerance, but it had been years–decades, even–since he could last indulge. Perhaps an occasional drink here or there, but… after Ishgard…

Kris shook away the dark thought. That was in the past–a lot of things were in the past, but all that mattered was now. Bozja had been successful in their rebellion, and Dalmasca would soon follow. Even more important, though, was that they were together again. Maybe that's the source of my giddiness rather than the sake.

Though he couldn't help to admit the sake was easy to drink, maybe too easy. Before he realized it, they'd gotten through two bottles, and the waitresses almost tempted him into buying a third. They sure know what they're doing. No doubt they're used to lightening heavy coinpurses–

Kris's thoughts are interrupted when he hears a mumble and notices Laurent staring at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you…"

"Your cheeks. They're red. It's cute." Laurent leans forward to poke one of his cheeks, but jabs rather suddenly (and painfully) into Kris's chest instead.

Ow! Gods, how is he still this strong while this drunk… Kris gives a strained smile as he grabs Laurent's hand, interlocking their fingers in an attempt to stop any future jabs. "My love, perhaps… we should head back to the inn for the evening."

"The inn? Why–oh, the inn. Of course. I understand." Laurent gives Kris a side glance that tells him that he is very much misunderstanding the situation. "Yes, let's get back to the inn. To relax."

"...That isn't what I–" Oh, forget it, whatever gets Reyna into the room and asleep. "...Yeah. Sure. Let's get back then. Can you walk?"

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"This is nice."

"Is it now?" Kris looks down inquisitively at the Viera he was carrying. "You like being carried because you drank too much and now you can't walk?"

"Hm." Laurent is silent for a moment before responding. "Yes! I feel safe. You've gotten so strong! And you're warm."

Kris chuckles. "Well, it is a bit chilly tonight. Worry not, though, we're close to the inn."

Laurent nods, and silence falls over them once again. It doesn't take long for Kris to notice something was off, however. "What's wrong, my love?"

"I… I just… missed you."

Oh… Kris frowns slightly. "I'm so sorry–"

"No! No, I don't need–don't want you to apologize." Laurent leans his head against Kris's chest. "I missed you, but I'm happy now. That we can have this."

Laurent huffs lightly before continuing. "I could never be truly mad at you, anyway. Not forever. Everything you went through… I can't say I wouldn't have done the same. I'd do nearly anything to protect you, Eir. Even now. Especially now."

Kris sighs and gives Laurent a light squeeze. "You've sacrificed enough for me, Reyna."

"They weren't sacrifices. Not if they meant waking up next to you."

"You're quite the romantic when you're drunk, aren't you?"

"I'm not drunk–"

"Oh? Should I put you down so you can walk the rest of the way?" Kris smiles down at Laurent, who crosses his arms in a huff, not responding. Undeniably romantic… and adorable. Alcohol always shows people who you really are… 

After a moment, Kris gently kisses Laurent's forehead. "Thank you, Reyna, for everything. You… you mean the world to me." He gives a warm smile before looking up "

"Now then… I do need you to walk a bit. I may be strong, but I can't carry you up the inn's stairs."

Laurent chuckles, a playful look crossing his features. "Oh, of course, can't use all of your energy before we… relax, right?"

…He won't stop with this, will he…

***

Kris opens his eyes when he hears a slight groan at his side. With a soft laugh, he turns and wraps Laurent in his arms. "Good morning, my love. How are you feeling?"

Laurent is silent for a moment before responding in a miserable tone. "I'm dizzy. I suppose I've felt worse, though."

"Well, you did drink a lot of sake, Reyna. I'd be more concerned if you woke up feeling fine."

"Mm." Laurent is still for a moment, then starts fidgeting under the blanket. "...Where are my clothes?"

"Ah, you… you very much wanted to take them off last night. Said you were hot. Or I made you hot. Something like that."

"That sounds like something you'd say, Eir."

"Do I really sound like that?" Laurent didn't respond, which spoke volumes. Maybe I should tone it down… "W-well, you're the one missing your clothes, Reyna. But, should you like to retrieve them from around the room, I can fetch something to make you feel–"

"Wait." Laurent grabs one of Kris's hands before he leaves the bed. "...Can we just… stay like this for a few moments longer?"

Kris smiles and settles back into bed. "Of course, my love. Anything for you."

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 71

Yay, back to regular reacting times. Long may it continue ...

Blimey ... I'm with you Laura, that is an ... INTERESTING look for Ashley ... but NOT AS BAD as Sam's ... oh gods, now she's doing a French accent ... which I STILL better than Sam's ...

Ashley: "I'm French! It's my way!"

Wow ... this actually might be the best NordVPN ad for ages ...

Matt: "I think you almost killed Travis ..." Yeah ...

HOMELANDER in Mortal Kombat? Both cool AND disturbing ...

Matt: "Lady I'm married to, next to the horse!" Travis: "Yeah, horse lady!" Matt: "Yeah, this is getting quite disturbing, very Twin Peaks ... as much as I'd love to keep Sam in that outfit ..." Sam: "Oh God, it's so hot!"

YEAH!!! Bye bye, Ratanish, you big butthead!

Okay, so where are we? This IS the Shattered Teeth, right?

Perception check already? Go Liam ... Nat20!!! OF COURSE he does ... monkeys? Look at Ashley, already cute-grinning ... :3

Chetney: "There's an ocean, nearby! Intoxicating! We are truly lucky to be here!" Ashton: "Are you okay?"

Alright, seriously, what IS going on with Chetney? Is he tripping on funny psychotropic moss?

Laudna: "Are you an island boy? Do you operate on island time?" Hmmm ... am I missing an in-joke here?

Cliff! Watch it ...

This is INTENSE landscape ... very broody ...

Jirana the Shore Shrew ... cue loads of playing around with shudhing noises for THAT name ...

Imogen trying to send a Message to Jirana ... Matt: "Roll a D100 for me." Balls ... and 3 points of psychic damage! Ack ... oh, no, just 1 point ... not SO bad ...

Looking for the Great Tree of Atrophy? Hmmm ... but are they on the right tree? Probably not ... but Imogen still wants to go up and see ... so dhr grabs Orym to take with her, and Laudna sends Pate too ...

Liam: "Have I ever actually flown before?" Oh boy ...

I'm sorry, HOW high? Oof ... oh great, just an endless fog bank ... great ... Liam: "So ALL of the Shattered Teeth are obscured?" Crap ...

The shadow is MOVING ... oh that's not good ... yes, dive. DIVE DIVE DIVE!!!

Laura: "What if it's a nice Falkor? It's never a nice Falkor ..." No. No it's not.

Wow ... I love that ... Orym has INSANE good perception and a truly HORRIBLE sense of direction ... XD

Pick s direction ... FCG: "We can't just stand around with our metal dicks in our hands."

"Squishies in the middle!" Yup ...

Little feetsies ... LOL ... Matt: "I just wanted to say that so bad."

Fireflies? Ashton: "Remember the last time we thought some little glowing lights were cute?"

Oh no, Laudna, this is NOT the time for a swarm ... oh well, there she goes anyway ...

Pass Without A Trace! Here we go ... meanwhile Ashley's distracted making sure she doesn't smell like the horse suit ...

Tiny beating wings? Oh great ... not pixies again, please ...

An AMPHIBIOUS pixie? Weird shit ... that can't be good ...

Low growling and thuds from somewhere? Oh hell no ...

Trusting Fearne to know how to move through a place like this IS probably a smart play, actually.

Ashton: "I'm more scared of IT than I sm of you." Fearne: "Well that doesn't sound right." Ashton: "No, you ARE very scary."

Sending Pate out to scout ... Laudna: "And don't HIT ON the faeries."

Wow ... only TWO of this party have Darkvision ... great ...

Now they're looking for spiders? Hmmmm ...

A big fucking footprint ... 7 FEET LONG?!!! Seriously, Matthew?

Grim Psychometry! Okay ...

Oh, so they're on a BLOODY GAME TRAIL right now ... that's just LOVELY ...

And there's bits of broken canopy ... shit ...

Not many places to hide, clearly ... Imogen: "This place is bad!" Ashton: "Yeah, it's bad, everything's bad."

A makeshift camp, then ... and Fearne can make sn extra overgrown think to shelter them too? Okay ... "A little Bob Ross cabin". Nice. Sounds tight, but also quite cosy ...

Liam: "Is the rest of the show gonna be us just decorating?" XD

Night time but for them it still feels like early afternoon ... oof, timezones are EVIL ...

Chetney takes first watch ... so that whooshing sound KEEPS happening? Not a good sign ...

Laudna takes second watch, along with Pate ... "This is as low as I go, you didn't make me to he quiet." Yeah ...

Laura: "Okay, what if the creature IS the Shore Shrew?" Travis: "Okay, go to sleep."

And now they're being CHECKED OUT by the pixies ... wow, and these things are FUCKING UGLY up close ...

Liam: "I can imagine it walking right across your eye." Laura: "Like in Aeon Flux?" Oh yeah! XD

Extra watch? Then they can get a LONG rest ... so it's FCG with Pate helping.

Now there's a whole bloody HORDE of the fucking things surrounding them ... FCG tries to Talk With Animals ...

Laudna sleeps with her eyes open? Of course she does ... O.O

FCG seems to be making friends ... he tries to pickpocket his meat from him ... that didn't go well ... Chetney: "You're not supposed to be bartering with them!" FCG: "GO back to sleep." I can't believe that worked ...

Detect Thoughts? Hmmmm ... meanwhile Pussy II jokes ensue ...

One perches in his hand and HE CASTS TONGUES in it? AND IT WORKS?!!! Holy fuck ...

No name, just "me" ... hmmm ... "the Spray Cannon"? Okay ...

Oh, the "Smelly One" is some kind of creature ... oh, they decorate their bodies to mask their scents ...

Ah ... so the stuff is actually their SHIT ... of course ... they have to cover themselves with pixie shit ...

The island is uninhabited? Oh, there's Toriz? The Protector? Ummmmm ... what?

Big fire? FCG: "Oh, you guys are pyros?" Oh, so they WANT a big fire ... XD Yeah, I reckon they can accommodate that ...

Okay, so waking everybody up yo meet the new friends ...

Orym rolls over and IMMEDIATELY starts doing his morning push-ups ...

This is like now SUPREMELY bizarre ...

I love Me so much, I swear to the gods this thing is ADORABLE ...

Imogen tries to speak in its head ... "I'm in your head." Oh gods ...

Me: "You promised a fire." FCG: "Oh yeah, they like fire."

Imogen: "You're worried they're just gonna push us off a cliff?" Orym: "Oh ... well I WASN'T ..." XD

So they're APPROACHING the whooshing sound? Hmmmm ...

An old, long abandoned campsite? Interesting ... Grim Psychometry again ... oh shit, something NASTY happened here a long time ago ... oh, now that was just quietly TERRIFYING ...

Okay ... so it's time to make ... The Fire ...

Imogen: "Me, could EVERYONE poop on us? Oh, so gross ..." Me: "You want a rain from Me?" Hmmmm ...

Insight check on Me? Ooh, WHISPERS!!! Aaaaaaah ...

Fearne bamfs out Mister ... meanwhile they're discussing if they ACTUALLY want to get genuinely SHAT ON by these things ... it smells like lavender? Oh, so it's THAT MOSS that Chetney was chewing on earlier ... that explains a lot ...

Oh yeah, these guys really do LOVE fire ...

Me (to his friends): "The newcomers require a rain party." Oh. My. GODS ...

They are actually getting PELTED with this ... SHIT. Yeah ... Ashton: "Sometimes I think I should have just let that living room set kill you all."

Building a suitable bonfire ... oh yeah, OF COURSE Chetney knows what wood burns well.

All right, here we go ...

Ah, so this will be Laudna trying her Fire Magic under Fearne's guidance ... wow, nice job, girls! O.O ... oh yeah, they're just making a BIG shos of all this, and the pixies are just LOVING IT ...

Oh, here we go ... something's coming ...

A massive multi-legged komodo dragon that can change colours? Oh boy ... and it has NO EYES, just a FUCKLOAD of teeth ... with a big star on its nose? Like a MOLE?!!!

Stealth check ... Chetney rolls STUPID high ... znd it STILL attacks? Not good ...

Go to break? NOW?!!!

Shit, that's a NAT20?!!! Matt: "Why are you cheering?" 62 POINTS OF PIERCING DAMAGE to Chetney? Holy fuck ... znd it's time to ROLL INITIATIVE!!!

Battlemap! Yay!

Liam: "So Chetney just got COMPLETELY WRECKED?" Gods yes ...

Charge! Orym rushes the beast, using Seedling to pull himself right into its face! Bait and Switch on Chetney, nice! Protective Orym for the win!

Imogen Summons her Reiloran! Hex Mind? Okay ... using SPECIAL SORCERER MATHS she casts a long range attack on the beast! Zap! Psychic damage, bitch! Now the Reiloran delivers a Mind Spike znx deals EVEN MORE?!!! Oh, and then Mstt reminds her it can do MULTI-ATTACK so it does it AGAIN!!!

Chetney: "Oh my FUCKING GOD!!!" Casts Blood Curse of Bloated Agony and starts to crawl off ...

It tries to attack Orym and he fends it off TWICE ... third hits, though ... 22 points of slashing damage? Crap ...

It xan ONLY sense Orym? Hmmmm ... so the shit works, unless it's already engaged with them ...

FCG Compels it, but otherwise can't do much of anything until he can get to Chetney ...

Laudna Hexes the fucker! Yeah! Then she sends Pate in to attack ... but he can't make it either this round ... bugger ... 2 Eldritch Blasts, both hit! 14 and then 12 Damage! Nice!

Ashton Rages! Big ass rainbow charge! And he starts BARKING at it? That's wild ...

FIRE!!! Fearne tries to torch it ... oooh, damage maths ... 16! Nice! Mister goes too, poop shoot! Here we go ... bah, MISS!!! Nuts ...

"What about the power ... to move you?"

Wait ... what the fuck is THIS?!!! Something ELSE is coming? Is this about to get so much worse?

This changes Orym's plan somewhat ... flanking instead, slashes once, misses, Gain and HITS!!! Goading Attack! In the ARSE ... 16 points of damage and disadvantage against anyone else ...

Imogen LIGHTNING BOLTS the thing! Nice! Boom! 9 D6 of damage? Crazy ... 31 points of Lightning damage? Ouch ...

The Reiloran CRITS it ... 11 points of slashing damage ... Chetney: "Is that all? Eye flash and that's it?"

It attacks Orym ... miss ... then a HIT!!! Laudna casts Silvery Barbs! Nice save! Still hits a little, though ... crap ... it NEARLY BITES HIS ARM OFF?!!! Fuck, Matthew! Orym is REALLY HURT now ...

FCG gets as close as he can go Ofym and does a 3rd level Healing Word for 12 points ... that the best he can do right now ... and then all he can do is try and shoot it with the Bolt Thrower ... znd he MISSES!!! Travis: "Well at least you're consistent."

Laudna sends Pate to it and casts Shocking Grasp through him ... ZAP!!! Skittering? A great swarm of Stink Bugs? Infestation! Nice ... FCG: "It can't smell past the stink!" Yes, nice distraction!

Still Raging, Ashton Charles in, grabs Orym and carries him off ... stows him in a little hollow and then pops back up into the fight.

Fearne casts 3 Scorching Rays ... and NONE OF THEM HIT!!! Argh ... but at least Mister's "fiery turd gun" hits for 10 points of Fire damage.

Something big DROPS OUT OF THE SKY!!! Great ... boom ... and everybody gets blown back from the impact ...

Gigantic fucking demon frog beast ... like a FUCKING KAIJU ... its mouth glows from inside ... wait, there's a HOUSE inside this thing?

Whoa, giant beast face-off! Matt laments the fact he doesn't have a mini THIS BIG to put in and they immediately start ribbing him about it ...

Orym hacks and slashes, trying for another Goading Attack ... it works! Action Surge! Go tiny fighter!

Imogen tries to communicate with the giant frog ... oh, this thing might be friendly? Okay ... Imogen (out loud, to the group): "Take cover!"

Everybody who can just SCATTERS ... meanwhile the creature flees. Laudna tells Oare to build and he's very vocal about thinking her for the warning ...

The Mes are all swarming around the frog's head now ... it jumps on the lizard mole, squashes it, then just takes off with it and CHUCKS IT INTO THE OCEAN!!! Nice ...

Okay, the frog's back and SEEMS to be chill ... it opens its mouth ... and there REALLY IS like a kind of weird house inside this thing ... and there's somebody living inside it.

A galapa ... oh, a tortle? Cool ...

So this IS a friend of Keyleth's ... she's quite sweet, real. Hello Jirana. And the frog is Toriz. It's her home AND her friend, that's bizarrely adorable.

Fearne gives Toriz scritches. :3

Jirana IS aware of the major changes in the world. Oh, she's inviting them inside ... buy first douses Chetney with a bucketful of water for all the blood.

Bari Mondolo? So THAT'S what that thing was ...

The pixies are Dolabos? That's cute ...

The Cloud Jaws ... like a sky whale? Scary big thing ... and apparently IT IS dangerous, but only to airborne things. Okay, so not a MAJOR danger, then ...

The interior of the frog is surreal but also quite quaint and cosy.

Imogen uses Prestidigitation to clean them all off of the shit. Nice.

Jirana clearly collects stuff. Imogen gives her the Taste of Tal'dorei tankard. Awwww ... :3

She us an expert on grief and loss ... seems Keyleth sought her out? Oh yeah ... yeah, we know what THAT was about ...

There are 43 islands in the Shattered Teeth? Crazy ...

She's 400+ years old ... that's fucking crazy ...

Meanwhile there's some confusion over whether time passes different here or if she's just confused zbout that ...

Ashton reveals his Titan blood secret ...

Now asking about the Tree of Atrophy ...

Ooooooh ... Calamity fallout lore dump! Sweet ...

So you can just CHOOSE to become a tree ... okay ... wait ... is the Sun Tree like this? That would be interesting ...

Jirana: "The Tree is ... honest. Not everyone can handle this level of honesty." Hmmmm ...

So ... looking for a boat, then?

The islands REALLY DO move ... that's just GREAT ...

Oh my gods, I love the way Travis always completely loses it when Matt gives them a map. It's completely adorable every time. XD

Let Chetney repair a boat, guys. He's so stoked about this idea, just let him have this one.

Sam's flask is trying Matt's patience in the best way ... XD

Three big mountains ...

A "floater of danger"? Hmmmm ...

Yes, I agree, teleportation is NOT a smart idea right now. No, just TAKE A BOAT!!! Let Chetney mend a boat, guys ...

Ooh! Compass! Sweet ... the lost compass of the Dread Pirate Novos ... wait, is Matt SERIOUSLY evoking THE PRINCESS BRIDE right now?

A dark deal ... a GHOST SHIP?!!! Wait ... is this some U'kotoa shit?

There's a motorcycle outside, apparently ... Liam: "Grog's got gas." Travis (as Grog): "Sorry ..."

Chetney tries to get a read on the compass ... ooh, vision of a memory ... that's some crazy shit ... "Yep, it's a pirate ghost ship, and it'll be ... AWESOME."

Wow, they're actually seriously considering going for some kind of Davy Jones deal with the Dread Pirate ... O.O

TWO Titans died here ... Jirana has to look up their names ... Rau'shan and Ka'mort. Okay ...

Oooh, care package ... what kind of goodies are they getting? 2 reef moss balms, a bottle of slickshimmer oil, 2 brackish Potions (basically two greater healing potions) ... cool ... that's gonna be so helpful ...

FCG gives her fresh baked goods, and she's very appreciative.

Oh Letters, you're doing better at this than you think you are. Jirana does a really beautiful job of bucking him up ... apparently HE needs to talk to the tree too, and she's willing to help hom too if he ever makes it back this way ...

Man, this ancient tortoise woman is really something special ...

Chetney: "The wolf requires a high metabolism." Jirana: "THIS is for stamina." Wait ... did she just give him some homemade viagra? O.O

Fearne gives her salt and pepper shakers she got from the museum heist. Awwwww ...

She can TAKE THEM to the North Shore? Sweet ...

Oh yeah, clearly this us gonna be a serious wild ride ... I love that she's just a massive daredevil about this while the rest of them are deeply alarmed by the journey ...

Stepping out ... aha, the Shore is in sight. Here we go, then.

Ashton: "How do you grieve if you don't know what was taken from you?" Oh man ...

Jirana: "I am perpetually surrounded by broken things. They can always be mended in time."

Farewell to Jirana then, while the rest of them head to the shore. And that's it for tonight.

Yeah, Matt DID go all out on the Miyazaki vibe tonight, didn't he? I loved it ... :3

[skwigelfskwisgaar]

He hadn't even gotten through the day when he received a call from a girl he never thought he'd talk to again. Her soft, mousy brown bob and sparkling blue eyes gave her such a cute appearance, but she was so feisty in personality.

"Hello? Skwisgaar? It's me, Tori. Remember me?"

"Hello! I, uh. It's weird you're calling because I was just thinking of you yesterday." A semi-lie, but one he wasn't about to admit ever. Even if he was drunk.

"Oh! How sweet, I stopped by yesterday. Had a great time with you and the Moroccan girl. I wanted to say goodbye, actually."

"Ah. So... you were here?"

"I figured I'd get one last time. Truly, I hope you know I wasn't joking when I said you ruined threesomes for me."

"Well, happy to see that hasn't changed."

"I... had stopped by to ask to talk. I got an amazing time instead but I did have your number saved." He paused. She deserved some closure, at least. He scowled. He hated this kind of stuff. This was why he didn't do relationships.

"Look. Remember our 4th date? You said that you liked Sweden."

"Ja, that hasn't changed. I still visit too." A lighthearted laugh came from the other end of the call. His stomach did a flip, remembering how fun and cute and caring she was. He missed that comfort.

"But... you always said you loved your band. I knew that Sweden was a passing fancy, and by extension, so was I. I just called to make my peace with it."

"Look, I'm sorry I left the way I did -!"

"No, Skwisgaar! It's fine! I was expecting it, actually. Your band showed up at the pub, and I knew that I wouldn't see you after that. Besides, after doing a quick search online, I... well. I have to say... I was hurt."

"...I don't understand you. Are you implying something?"

"You wanted normalcy. Sweden, Týr -- I gave that. But the reason you sought it, it wasn't because you wanted that. It's because you deluded yourself into thinking I was the 'normal version' of your friend, the cute brun - !"

"It is so important to my sanity and yours that you don't finish that sentence."

There was a long pause. So long in fact, that Skwisgaar thought she had hung up. He looked at the phone, seeing that she had probably given him a moment; he tended to take his time when he snapped at people, and he instantly felt embarrassed that he had behaved that way.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to snap like that." She didn't respond for another moment before his phone jingled. A video chat request. He accepted. It was the girl from yesterday who plagued his thoughts after that sweet kiss. His gut wrenched with guilt at realizing he didn't recognize her at all until the call today.

His ex girlfriend did visit.

And she gave him a tender kiss to haunt him with.

She had her cute little brown bob and sparkly blue eyes. He smiled almost instinctively to her, and she burst into a full smile. His chest felt aflutter, remembering the first time they locked eyes. She made him feel at home, it a weird way.

"Why are you so defensive about him?" Back to her inquistion. She always had a way of keeping the coversation on one topic for hours if need be.

"Did you call to say you psycho-analyzed me?"

"Well, partly. You did date me!"

Skwisgaar let out a scowl and a very loud, exasperated sigh. Of course she had. It had been her dream to get her doctorate in psychology when he met her.

"Look, Skwisgaar. This call was get closure. You keep reaching out for normal when you should be reaching out to your normal."

"And what is that for me, miss I-know-better-than-you?"

"It's Dr. Tori Skårsgard now."

"Okay, well. Congratulations, Dr. Tori. You're avoiding my question."

"No, you're avoiding the answer."

Skwisgaar felt a very familiar feeling of annoyance and exasperation rising in him. Why was it that every time he was asked to talk about himself, he got this combination of anxiety and annoyance? Was it just when he spoke to doctors? He didn't want his one and only ex girlfriend associated with the feeling of wanting to throw a tantrum so he trudged on in the conversation that frankly, he knew was going to come up at some point.

"Speak plainly. What is the answer?"

"We're both brunette, blue eyes. We seem to annoy you, based on your face there. I did try to say something, but you got very - !"

"Are you implying I dated you because you look like my co-worker, Tori?"

"Look, Skwisgaar. I'm not - !"

"Because I can assure you that I'm not attracted to him."

"It's not about being gay - is that really your concern?"

"No, my concern is that my ex is trying to tell me what my dick wants."

"It's not about that, it's about the fact that your henchmen brought me back from my flight back home - I was at the airport waiting - !"

"And what does that have to do with - !"

"It's lonely at the top!" Skwisgaar snapped his mouth shut, seeing his ex girlfriend scowl at him. He didn't notice the slowly growing annoyance in her features, her cute nose scrunched up and arms crossed. She looked pissed. Possibly because of the Klokateers trying to being her back so he could have fun with her again. He would have to give them raises later - finding her was probably no easy feat.

Then give them the boots, because that was entirely unnecessary of them to fetch her.

"You told me once that it was lonely at the top. But you've never let yourself see past your own stupid ego to see that you're not alone up there."

Skwisgaar was suddenly feeling like he needed to toss his phone out the window. This is what he gets, though, for having an ex-girlfriend. How the hell did Nathan do this?

"It's just - fuck. Skwisgaar, I'm just tired of this eating me up everytime I see your band stuff. I deserve closure, and my closure is having you admit that I was never going to be your equal in any space."

"You were never my equal. There."

"That includes admitting that you did this for your own selfish reasons. Even if it just happens to be a coincidence that I look like your coworker, I was never going to be good enough. If I was, I for damn sure was never going to suffice."

Skwisgaar had to subdue the urge to toss his phone.

"I did it for selfish reasons."

"Thank you."

"Why was it bothering you this much that you reached out to me?" Skwisgaar was hoping to turn the conversation around to her, since he was tired of being on the receiving end of these rather horrifying implications and questions.

"I... I 've been so upset with how it ended. I thought maybe... I thought you did care and I felt guilty becauseI didn't treat it, and you seriously. I feel - !"

"Would you like to try again?" Now it was her turn to snap her mouth shut. She looked confused and about all, offended. But as her eyes raked over the screen to see if he was serious, her face turned to one of suspicion.

"You're just asking me because you pity me."

"Maybe...I want to try normal again. You called me for closure. Let me find mine."

"You want to find closure by not ending ... us? Listen to yourself, Skwisgaar. You are not making sense. Find your happiness. It's not with me."

"You seem to think it's with my coworker... which it isn't by the way."

"Perhaps. Maybe it's with your band. Your friends and coworkers. Your found family?"

"...so is that a no?"

"I'm sure you're not used to rejection. But yes, I'm saying no."

"Not the first time I've gotten it, but it's the second time it's hurt."

"I'm sorry. For what it's worth, Skwisgaar, I'm never going to look at reclining chairs the same way, or hair ties, even the flannel you wore - !"

"I get it, Tori. I blew your mind."

She let out a bubbly giggle, her face tinged red. He smiled back at her. Maybe having an ex wasn't so bad.

"You're not alone at the top, you just didn't see the rest of your friends up there."

"I get it. I'm not meant to be normal."

"But it doesn't mean you can't enjoy normal things too."

[otakween]

One Pound Gospel - Volume 2

I forgot to mention the format I'm reading this in. This manga is super duper out of print. Since I don't want to spend hundreds of dollars tracking it down physically, I downloaded some scans of the first Viz release. It's so old that it's a "flipped" manga (left-to-right). Also, instead of chapters it's broken into parts with like sub-chapters, but maybe that's how it was originally, not sure. I'm just numbering the chapters as I usually would to avoid confusion.

Ch. 10

Kosaku gets challenged by a boxer from his past, Taro, who holds a grudge against Kosaku for knocking his teeth out.

If Taro's a waiter now, does that mean he's no longer a pro boxer? Are non-pros allowed to challenge pros? Or maybe he's still a pro and working at the restaurant is a side hustle lol.

Kosaku has to get even skinnier than before and I guess I'm supposed to find his suffering funny? :/

Ch. 11

Taro kinda hot (even tho he has no teeth lol). His face is definitely different enough from Kosaku's, but I feel like they have the exact same hair. Kinda a feathered look.

I guess when you have no teeth you can wear cool fantasy dentures (vampire teeth), an advantage I'd never thought about...(not that I want to lose my teeth, but if you had no choice, might as well have fun!)

They show a chart with all of the weight classes in this chapter. I was surprised to see how minimal the differences are between the classes. Why is it so granular?

What does it mean to be a 6 rounder vs. a 10 rounder? I'm guessing it means you're so skilled you could last up to 10 rounds (but it could also end sooner than that??)

So Taro is a pro boxer out of spite. Very anime of him.

What is that manga reaction when someone gestures in shock with their hand like this 🤟Where does that come from??

Ch. 12

Oh look, it's the same joke about Kosaku overeating again. Hardy har har.

"Lamb who strays so easily from the light" is such a nice way to color things lol. I can see why people seek religion for comfort. (I can also see why people can be terrible people and still consider themselves in good standing with the G man).

Needing to gain weight quickly can be just as detrimental as needing to lose weight quickly. Are boxers okay?

Ch. 13

Yeah, fat definitely means something different in the boxing world. Them calling Taro a "whale" was wild. He looks very average.

Kosaku finally shows some restraint for once. I guess the other workers at the gym have better tactics than the coach (do those dudes even have names? lol).

Ch. 14

Ohh so Taro can't gain weight fast because he has no teeth. I missed that connection.

They really just keep telling the same "if you promise him steak, he'll win the match" joke over and over again. Kinda feels like Popeye eating his spinach or something.

Not winning a fight for 4 years is pretty crazy. I'm guessing money comes from ticket sales? After that long you would think people wouldn't want to pay, but I guess plenty of sports teams have had long losing streaks.

Ch. 15

Omg Sister Angela without her habit hype! She cute, I like her really short bob (a rare style for the cute girl in a manga. I feel like that's how you know this was illustrated by a woman).

Finally we get a little more focus on the romcom half of the story and some acknowledgement of Angela's position. (Is being a nun a job? I guess it's more like, a calling).

All the nuns ganging up on Kosaku was funny, new opponent seems entertaining too (his gimmick is that he looks really tough but is actually a coward).

Ch. 16

Kurusu is really cute, I'd choose him as a romance option in a dating sim <3 (the way his eyes are drawn reminds me of Mob Psycho)

It was refreshing to see Kosaku acknowledge that he's been dumped. I have a sneaking suspicion he won't take no for an answer though. Alternatively, it might be Angela who snaps when she realizes she misses him. We shall see.

Ch. 17

So Kosaku ends up being able to focus on his training more when he's not thinking of Angela, but then he relapses into his food obsession again, so not much has changed really?

Kurusu getting into fights because he looks tough...I feel like I've seen this trope before. Toradora maybe?

Apparently "Abbess" is a title, not a name. I was pretty sure that was the case, but was unfamiliar. I guess their was a Mother Abbess in the Sound of Music.

Ch. 18

Awe, this chapter was cute. Mother Abbess pulling the whole "you know, I was quite a looker in my day," the kindergarteners helping Angela hide, and Kosaku comforting being gentle with Kurusu in the church <3 All nice moments

The dream at the beginning with Angela being tormented by a devil Kosaku made me laugh.

Ch. 19

I'm glad Kosaku lost, even though it's clearly just to prolong the romance drama. Kurusu needed the W more ;w;

The coach saying "You like rituals? Try harakiri, loser!" had me laughing. Savage.

I only consciously noticed in this chapter that Sister Angela is the only nun who isn't inked in black (her habit is left white). She's an anime MC for sure lol

The nuns cheering on Kurusu while simultaneously not understanding how boxing works at all was cute

[lina-lovebug]

Challenge Accepted, p.2

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

You don't date military men because your dad was a Marine and abandoned you and your mom. Could Hangman change that?

It had been a week since then.

And Hangman missed you.

The second Hangman came into the Hard Deck a day later and asked Penny when you were coming in, she said you weren't. You were off because exams that week but that you said to tell everyone thank you again for helping you.

He had been bugging Penny for your number, but she wasn't going to budge.

So he turned to Phoenix.

"If you're going to ask for the fourth time this week, I'm reporting you."

"Lighten up, Phoenix. I just want to talk to the pretty lady - check up on her," He insisted, and it was true. But his mind was drawn to the fact that you weren't immediately available for him, and he was determined to have you in his bed.

"I went to her place, and she's fine. And she doesn't need you distracting her."

"What is she going to school for?" Bob inquired.

"Clinical Psychology."

"Maybe she could fix me," Hangman smirked, raising his hands up in surrender when Phoenix threw a glare at him.

"I'm serious, Seresin," Now that caught his attention, "She's been hurt before, and she refuses to date any military. Once she's graduated, she's leaving. And she doesn't so casual sex either."

"She's the exact opposite of Hangman," Rooster boasted as he made his way over to the group.

Hangman continued on with his game of pool but couldn't get his mind off of (Y/N). Who could hurt a girl so much that she refuses to ever lay hands on any military again? Then again, he's met some grade A assholes in his time. But she had real goals, and seemed like a sweet girl. Sure, he could say that most girls he hooked up with weren't all that bright or never mentioned their aspirations to him, but he did imagine one day he'd stop.

For the right person.

What he is proud to say is that he's never cheated. His momma raised him better than that, and he knew she'd disown him the second he ever hurt any woman.

"(Y/N)?" His head snapped up as he hears your name and sees Phoenix on the phone.

He makes his way around the table before catching Phoenix off guard by grabbing her phone and making a bee line outside.

"Hangman, i'm gonna kill you!"

"Nat?" Your voice came through the phone as he locked himself in his car, smiling at Phoenix who flipped him off.

"Hey gorgeous," Hearing his voice through the phone brought butterflies to your stomach.

"How's school treating you?"

"Better than being in the heat, that's for sure," Your small laugh made him smile, "Nat told me about your pushups."

"I'd be able to tell you myself if I could have your number."

Your cheeks warmed at that but you knew his reputation well.

"As cute as you are, I'm looking for something serious. And you know I'm not that type of girl," You couldn't give him anymore of an ego boost by saying just how hot you thought he was, but let him down gently.

"We could be friends," He said and could feel your eyes roll through the phone.

"I'm serious darlin', I'm only here for a couple of weeks and then I'm off," Right. He was only in San Diego because of a mission.

"And if we happen to be the same place, I could always show you around. Can't be stationed without a traveling buddy, after all."

Your silence didn't bring him any solace. You were thinking about it, and even if his tone held some amount of flirting, you both knew you'd only see eachother for a short amount of time.

"Okay, but no funny business."

"Yes ma'am, no funny business. Will I be seeing you today?" You cursed yourself for letting that slight southern drawl make your head spin.

"Nope, I still have a test at seven today. But I'll be working tomorrow."

"Then I'll be there. See you, gorgeous."

"See you, Bagman."

And you hung up. You knew this was stupid. He's a flirt, he has a reputation for getting into any girls pants that he lays his sights on, and you were already flustered at his advances. But you got the feeling that he'd obey your boundaries, and even if you caught feelings, you'd never see him again anyways.

___

You were on your usual morning run along the beach and decided to show off a bit. You had gotten your grades in and you passed with flying colors, so you decided to hit up the Hard Deck later tonight.

You wore spandex and a sports bra, taking your usual route when you saw some guys playing football on the beach. Before you could get any closer, you stopped to check how many miles you had done.

"Well, well, well, look whose here. Want me to go say hi for you, Hangman?" Rooster teased with a smile as he looked to see you. He's seen many naked women, but just you in a sports bra and spandex shorts made him almost lose his breathe.

Why was Hangman already in so awe of you? Well, despite your initial boundaries, you kinda already broke it a few days ago.

"Hangman!"

"Yes, dollface?"

"Give it back! I need to finish that for class!" You indeed did come to the Hard Deck but brought your laptop for class's. You weren't working but wanted to see them, but also had a paper due in a few days.

"It says. . .not due till the twenty-first, and it's the fifteenth, last I checked," He pulled his usual cheeky smile as he held the laptop above you.

"What do I have to do to get it back?"

"Kick him in the balls!" Rooster shouted, earning laughs from the group.

"Sounds tempting," You grinned, crossing your arms.

"I'll give it back if you dance with me," You looked around, and there were some patrons but enough to where people would stare and you shifted.

"Infront of everyone?" You questioned, and seeing your discomfort, he was discouraged but then came up with an idea. He snapped the laptop shut and set it down behind the bar before grabbing your hand and rushing to the jewkbox.

"Not just us. They'll all be dancing, right guys?" Hangman shouted at them, looking at them like 'I'll pay for this later but please do this'.

"Hell yeah! I'm the best dance partner ever. Come on, Bob," Fanboy grabbed Bob.

"Wait, what?" And Bob looked horrified.

"Come on Phoenix, you too."

"Touch me and I'll cut your hand off."

"I've heard worse from Rooster."

"Fine, but I pick," And you were lucky enough that this wasn't just oldie songs because once Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift came on, he grabbed your hand and spun you into him.

"How fitting. Trying to tell me something, (Y/N)?" He grinned down at you.

"I don't know. What do those Aviator instincts tell you?" It was better than any school dance you've been to. You couldn't count the amount of times he spun you around, pulled you close to him, and laughed as you stepped on his shoes. It was just pure fun, and it was supposed to just be that.

Until towards the ending, he picked you up and you yelped as he twirled you in his arms. Phoenix noticed because he's never genuinely smiled and had as much as fun as he did with other girls. He looked at you like you've been married for years and he's falling in love all over again.

His arms held your waist tightly as he stopped and realized the closeness of the both of you. You could smell the mintiness of his breath mixed with liquor and the way he was staring at your mouth. His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, completely ready to kiss you and damn the consequences.

"You do this with every girl, Jake?" You used his name and he swore he almost did it. The way you said it, despite the fact that literally everyone else has used his name at some point, he wanted you to keep saying it.

"Only the ones who intrigue me, (Y/N)."

"Ah!" You shrieked as you were grabbed and picked up bridal style in someone's arms, and looked to see Jake Seresin himself.

"I think we have a stalker on our hands."

"H-hey," You stuttered out, realizing that this was the first time you've seen him shirtless and he's holding you.

And dear God was he sculpted.

"What are you all doing here?"

"Training," Bob said.

"And who's this lovely lady?" An older gentlemen came up to you guys, and Hangman gently put you back down.

"(Y/N), I work at the Hard Deck," You introduced yourself.

"I had no idea that Hangman finally settled, and with a gorgeous girl at that. I'm Pete Mitchell," He shook your hand, happy for Seresin but that quickly ended.

"She's not my girlfriend," Hangman quickly stopped that. You felt like your heart was just stabbed at how quick he was to make sure that Pete knew that you were not his girlfriend.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I have to go, anyways. But good luck on your mission, guys. . ." You drifted off, ready to keep running and not look back.

Because Jake Seresin is a ladies man. He doesn't settle down, and you knew that.

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Gonna get started on p. 3 and the final part. I absolutely love Jake and Bradley and if you want to see more, I have a Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw fanfic on my Wattpad! Username is Autogirls and check it out if you also like friends-enemies-lovers

[all-about-seggs]

Unraveling Desires :

Rating - 18+, Mature

Pairing - Gojo Satoru x female reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warning's - Smut, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, fingering, Virgin!reader, Female reader, I wanted to add a bit of corruption kink but I don't think I did a good job. Satoru is being a gentle dom.

Your room was quite except for the wet smacking of Satoru's lips against yours. With just a few more seconds left before you start to feel breathless, he would notice for sure but won't stop, loving to push your limits as much as he can and today was no exception.

His hands kept roaming around your clothed thighs in soft circular motions as if to make you feel more at ease, though you both knew it was having the opposite effect. Usually you stopped him before his hands made any contact with your bare skin but you had already decided even before inviting him to your place, that you were ready to take the next step. It's quite the feat actually, how you controlled yourself all this time.

Every movement his big mascular hands made, every bob of his Adam's apple when you two had your lunch dates, every kiss from his soft pink lips was irresistible and undeniably sexy. And the worst part? He knew what he was doing to you and was ruthless in his ministrations.

" Hooooo~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) what are you thinking y/n chan?" he cooed, keeping his tone light and teasing, to make you blush.

You wanted to do a lot more than kissing from the start but the fact that you had zero experience along with your boyfriend's cocky nature made it difficult for you to openly admit your thirst for him.

"...... Hmmm y/n, you're not go stop me today?" Satoru's question brought you back to reality before your mind could continue with its fantasy.

This was it. He gave you the perfect chance to decide what would happen tonight. Regardless of his love for pushing your buttons he respected your decisions and would ask for you after every heavy makeout session, whether you wanted to continue or not.

The answer was clear to you this time,

" I don't want you to stop", you muttered, stifly looking him in the eye. A sultry look would've been better but it's hard to muster up the courage for that when you're face to face with Satoru's beautiful azure eyes. The blindfold he usually dons, long discarded on the floor.

Something about having his eyes on you makes you feel completely naked even with all the cloths you have on. He doesn't miss a single chance when it comes to making you squirm. A few seconds pass before he finally grabs the hem of your t-shirt,

" You wanna do this naked right?" Satoru asks again, smirking from ear to ear. He just wants to make you as desperate as possible, begging for his touch, to pump his already over inflated ego, as the self proclaimed honoured one, it's only natural his little sweetness would want to bare herself to him and only him .

He pulls the garment off as soon as you give a shy nod, throwing it on the floor, he swiftly worms his way to your bra while kissing up your neck. He takes your outfit apart piece after piece untill there is nothing left to hide. He props himself up on his knees to admire your naked body splayed out beneath him.

Its nothing short of embarrassing for you, to be stared at like this but you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't liked having all of your boyfriend's attention.

" What a pretty body you have my sweet, all untouched, now why don't you be a good girl and tell me all the dirty thoughts you think you've hidden from me, hmmm?", Lowering himself to rest his face on your chest he continues in a hushed voice,

"Oh and keep them unfiltered.... I'd rather your first time be to your liking....... Don't worry about being unreasonable, cuz I can make anything happen", there was arrogance in his tone, as always.

" I just wanted to do this with you, for a long time, and I feel like we've both waited enough so please....just touch me.." you said, desperation clear in your voice and Satoru finally gives in, moving towards your breast, he takes your left nipple in his mouth, licking the soft bud untill it hardens, his other hand roaming to your hips.

" Say, Y/n..... Have you touched your self before?", Pulling his mouth from your boob with a pop, he asks, leaving you a little stunned.

"Ngh- n-no.... I haven't", as soon as those words slip from your mouth his eyes light up, giving them an otherworldly glow.

"I see, so this is gonna be the first time you cum then....." His voice grows distant and soon he's in between your thighs. He gently parts your legs, staring intently at your core.

" No need to be embarrassed sugar, I'm gonna make you feel good", his reassuring words were oddly arousing, keeping both his hands on your inner thighs, he latches his mouth on your pussy giving your slit a long, smooth lick.

Your moans are inevitable at this point as he keeps his focus on your clit, altering between sucking on it and licking your tight virgin hole. He makes sure you feel all the slick gathering in your pussy as he slurps on it like a man starved and soon the only voices in the room are of your stifled moans and his obscene way you eating you out.

Moving one hand to your folds, he slides one slick covered finger into your tiny cunt, another new sensation along with the one his tongue is creating is too much to bear as you let out coarse moan,

Lifting his cum smeared face, Satoru's blue eyes stare at your face through his disheveled bangs, you look so cute, your pathetic attempts to bite back the sounds of pleasure, moist eyes and your face that looks like it's going to explode if he doesn't make you cum, it's all so pure. He can't help the sadism that's building up inside him, his need to tease you more growing with every second.

" Don't hold back y/n~ I want to hear how good I'm giving it to you and I want you to tell me when you cum okay?♡", his voice is so sweet you'd think he's talking to a toddler. His head dives back to your folds as soon as you uncover your mouth and the next thing you know, a throbbing sensation is taking hold your your nether region.

" Sa- Satoru.... Im fe- feeling it......", You choke out a few words of warning before he adds another finger in your hole, taking his long, thick fingers in and out untill you start to stretch by his ministrations.

You're first orgasm was overwhelming, making you clench your thighs and pussy around him, moving your hips against his face until you come down from your high.

You're panting with your eyes closed and mouth open as Satoru pulls himself up, wiping his face with the back of his hand he states down at you, looking all blissed out with such a lewd look on your face that nobody but him has ever seen. It makes his cock twitch with excitement.

" I hope this wasn't all you wanted, because we have a lot more to do~ "

You open your eyes to see your boyfriend already half naked in front of you, he smoothly takes off his pants and underwear, his hard cock laid out in front of you for the first time. You wanted to stare, hell, you are staring, it looks just as pretty as the rest of him, intimidating too because of its size.

" Are you ready y/n?, Because it's time I get my fill of you as well, so relax for me", kneeling in between your thighs again, he strokes himself a few more times before lining himself in front of your entrance.

You give a reassuring nod before he slowly eases himself into you with a low groan, the stretch is painful and long as he bottoms out. Seeing your face twisting in pain he stops and waits for you to adjust to his size.

" How are you doing my love?" He asks, his tone an octave lower, sounds even more tempting when he's speaking right into your ear,

"Yeah..... Its okay", you look up at him and he feels himself twitching inside you, he's also been very patient so as to not rush you. Never objecting when you asked him to stop whenever you had your makeout sessions. You trusted him with yourself, that's why it was easier to tell him your desires.

" Please make me feel good".

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 2)

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and bunch of affection.

Fluff! Smut! Smut!

Frenemies to lovers, dad!Harry, Bestfriend!Harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART ONE PART 3

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth.

Or

Y/N's carrying Harry's babies and is trying not be angry at him for pulling her into all of this with him.

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Red's everywhere. It makes her pout. Everyone have someone to celebrate the day but she's the only one giving careless ears to Niall who's sitting opposite from her in the crispy lilac heart booth, "Mean ye' fought again with him?" He stirs the mango bobas in his drink wiggling his brows at her to fill him with some tea. She gasps full of drama and surprises, "What d'ya mean 'again? D'ya think 'm this crackhead that rips people in two for no-reason?" She whispers the last part when a waitress passed by them.

"No. Pet what 'm sayin' is --- you're too, feisty with Harry." He chuckles leaning to meet her betrayed gaze, "Did he bribe you with new golf stick? You've switched sides." She juts her bottom lip wet from pink marmalade drink and startles in her spot when Niall cackled ever so loud at her silliness.

"I just tol' him to go through Chessie marathon somewhere else than my home." Harry was at her flat as always. She was making red velvet strawberry flavoured muffins for the moment ( promised not to give it to Harry — "even if he'll beg") and then she fulfilled her promise when she saw him going through his pictures together with Chessie. The jealous little Y/N jumped out from her polite skin and she just tinsy bit mocked him, "I'd never look back at the person who'd have left me and my children. . ." That broke a mighty bit argument between the two idiots. How they're gonna take care of two babies when they themselves need a person to put them away from eachother?

"Oh pet . . you're jealous innit?" He swipes the tip of his finger over the waffle picking the puff of cream and swallowing it whole, "'M not! Why'd I be?" She squeals kicking at his boots.

"Always told me y'had a candy crush at Harold." He smirks mischievously. Spitting truth. She smacks his bicep with a wide open mouth. Sighing he grabs Y/N's hand knocking some sense into mama bear gently and making her nod with the each advice, "'s valentine's day 'course he misses her. His wounds are fresh they need ointment babe -- You've always been so good with him, what's the matter now?"

She circles her fingers round eachother. Sucking her lip harshly and not meeting Niall's intense stare, "Turns me mad that 'cos of one person we're here now." She mumbles caressing the belly button protruding from the flimsy fabric of her oversized hoodie.

"It's the fate, pet. Always tol' me how much you liked kids." She shakes her head in denial. "Not in this situation where 'm lost and doesn't know how it'll work out — " He cuts her off with concern.

"Talked to Harry bout it?" When she again denies he asks, "What you're gonna do about it then?"

"Dunno. Share?" She's new to all of this. What did she actually mean was that they could do it like how divorce parents do it, maybe? Doesn't know how Harry wants to handle the situation just leading a blind eye with him. Hasn't even considered getting ready for the life that'll come along with them.

"They're babies not a packet of crisps, Y/N!." He burst into giggles and she huffs slumping against the foggy window, "Pain in arse you're." She scoffs that pout still intact the whole time while Niall keeps on giggling finding it too funny.

. . .

Walking from the elevator to her flat's door seems like hiking a mountain for her and cherry ontop that the stares she gets from her neighbours is full of judgments. It makes her want to hide underneath her blankets and never pop her head out. Her brows coming together in wonder at the sight of small wood basket at her doorsteps.

"Oh my god don't tell me someone left a baby at my doorsteps, Hello!!!??" She spins here and there but finds no-one but empty hallways when a feeble sound coming from inside it almost made her tumble on her bum. The last thing she wants is not another baby. With a grunty noise she ducks down to lift the basket supporting it at her belly and unlocking the door while trying to squint inside it.

When she throws the lid away a fuzzy little grey creature with big mossy eyes was pawing in air needy for attention, a red choker with heart in centre around her lil neck. It almost brought her to tears. Blame her being extremely emotional these days.

"Awww. Hi!" She fawns picking it up from armpits inspecting the miracle kitten that's here outta no where. A crumpled note laying in the basket with a bunch of colourful disoriented flowers.

"'M sorry fo' throwin' a tantrum and leavin' all fussy. This's oreo. I want her to grow along my kids! Also forgive mee plssssss?"

She giggles throwing her head back snuggling oreo against her throat as she meowed adorably sweet, "Daddy's such a daft ehh?" She says in between breaths petting the new addition to her loved ones.

The first thing she does is call him and he picks on the very ring as if anticipating for it, "Come back home you fool." His smile was infectious as he taps his feet in his car a lil over joyed at the thought.

"So generous." Running upstairs as he used to in oast with anticipation to spill the tea of his day to her in any hour of the day. The door was already open, them standing at the either boundary line of flat. His first priority's always to shower his babies in evermost affection. Falls to his knees smushing his face to her belly quenching outta a ribs aching laugh from her as he caress his cheeks against the soft side of her womb murmuring things that's a secret between him and his babies.

"Hey Angels!" He greets them patching a loving tight kiss atop her belly button that tickles her softly, stands up and meets her teary gaze from laughing with much serenity it knocks breath from her, "Hi mama angel." His whisper fuses against her skin while kissing her cheek.

"Hi. ." She inhales in his woodish vanilla scent. Preventing from melting into his arms she pulls him back from shoulders grinning at him, "Let's ruin valentines watchin' Anne Hathaway's romcom." He tuts instead leading her with him to the sofa.

"Can't be better than that –— let me pop in some popcorns real quick."

. . .

The yellow carpeted floor's littered with candy wrappers, packets of half folded crisps, peach sodas and an empty bowl of popcorns. Oreo snoozing in her basket. They're on their fourth romcom. Her legs in his lap. His's on coffee table. He chuckles everytime she takes almost three minutes to be in a comfortable position, ushering her to sit up so he could put cushions under her.

"Are you craving nama chocolates?" She eyes him nipping at her blanket trying to snuggle closer to him. He runs his thumb at her shoulder blade in soothing circles peering down at her, "'m not pregnant. ye're moppet. havin' a sweet tooth?" When she nods sheepishly he shakes his head quickly hoping on his feet.

"Don't be shy --- dunno where ye' got this giddiness from, 'm your bestie. Gotta tell me yeah? Lemme grab me jacket." He grabs her from wrists helping her up and goes to her wardrobe to get her fist gloves, beanie and warm slippers.

When hears her huffing and puffing grunty-ly his head perks up with brows furrowed, "What's it babe?" He pads towards her and when she turns for him to have a look the zip of her jacket bursts open all the way to end revealing her bump.

She pouts sadly, "Nothin' fits me anymore." He just smiles adorning the same puppy look in his eyes as her's to light up the tension.

"I'll buy ye' new. Those cute maternity clothes, ehh?" Shimmies down the clothing from her shoulders, "oi you don't have to!" She retorts and he bobs his head taking his own puffer jacket off to wrap it round her small body.

"Yes I do." He mumbles zipping her all the way up warm and squishy in his jacket three sizes larger than her. Pulls her hair out and cups the nape of her neck with his calloused soft palm bringing her closer to feather a delicate kiss to her temple, ". . .deserves more than just clothes — deserves the world always gonna be thankful to ye, pet." She gulps the cobweb of silence down her throat fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

"What you'll wear? 'S cold." He gives her an elfin grin flaring a baby pink knitted cardigan he sneaked from her wardrobe, "Harry!" She squeals with a giggle, "You're gonna look like grann Matlinda."

"Ehm. 'etter not forget to send her a picture when 'm matchin' with her." He quips snapping his fingers.

. . .

They walk over the glittery layer of slushie snow and Harry walks infront of her two steps at a time capturing pictures of her as she prowls carefully trying to move the hood away from blocking her vision, "Ye'r walkin' like a penguin -- cutie!" He giggles with each echo of flash.

"Look who's saying an otter himself!" She mimics him and he blushes under the mellowness of street lamp. They're champs at pulling eachother's legs.

"It's soooooo slippery." She complains wiggling her fingers from under the sleeve, "Grab me hand 'n don't leave it kay?" He smiles like advising a three year old who's afraid of crowds in a market. His grip warm and safe for her.

. . .

"Aish. gimme gimme!" She gets all jumpy on her toes when Harry comes out of the shop with a box of chocolates and two sticks. "'Ey greedy pup." He chuckles booping her button nose opening the silky lid of box revealing the velvety delcious chocolates. He picks the stick up taking a piece of chocolate with it and hovering it over her little mouth. Scrunching his nose at how adorable she gets the moment she chews it.

"Hmm. 'S so soft!" She gulps wetting her cold lip getting all butterfly feeling when she catches him gazing down at her as if she hung the moon and saturns. Raises her brow for an inquiry if he's okay tugging him closer with a gentle clutch to his cardigan.

Their surroundings turning into ice crystals of blur carelessness, the noises of glimmering lights into lulls of whisper and their bodies cocooning into snuggly blanket when Harry's fingertips fluttered tenderly against her cheeks glueing her at the spot. Leans in to press his lips softly to her plush sweet ones in a heartwarming caring kiss that flooded her veins with warmth and made her brain mushy unable to think.

"Yours are softer lil penguin." He murmurs stroking the corner of her mouth and smirks when she squeaks a thank you in return.

"Such a cutie." He cooes squishing her blushed cheeks and kissing each of them with loud wet noise till she pushed him away wiping his wetness with a pout. "'M highly offended pet ya never used to wipe me kisses away."

She shuts him up by stuffing a chocolate in his mouth. Walking back home with his arms wrapped around her protectively as he comes up with silly jokes whole way.

. . .

Everything reminds her of him. That fuzz of kitten. The empty box of chocolate. Couldn't even focus on the work she's doing on her laptop. It's just that gooey feeling never left ---- now it has gotten stronger with it's mushk when Harry kissed her under that beautiful sky of wintery lilacs. If he's playing with her feelings he better not cause she'll break him in two in that case.

He was out shopping clothes for her when she texted him if he'll like to eat roasted chicken she made for lunch. The mere thought of him caring for her brings her to tears because before him nobody was there except only him that knew her from the depths of her heart.

"You look pretty. . ." She finds typing hard while laughing this loud as Harry sent her mirror pictures of him trying the maternity clothes himself that he's supposed to buy for her, "Thought a visual representation will be good idea ;)" He shrugs typing back with a grin standing bottom naked in the changing room getting a rolling eye emoji in return.

She yawns putting her phone aside when Harry got busy into his hunt for nice warm clothes for her. Something wasn't fine today. She's been changing sides for an hour now and she couldn't sleep. Her shoulders twitching with each blink of eye and when she finally slips into a light conscious sleep a bone rattling pain shoots through her whole damn body. She jolts from the state of haze and tries to sit up when another zap of pain makes her feel limbless. A feeble grunt of helping cry fizzes out of her when she feels a cramp at the bottom of her spine.

In her panicked state she fumbles for her phone dialing the first emergency number doesn't give him a chance to speak before she's yelling into receiver out of anxiousness, "Harry somethin' not right! — 'm m havin' these contractions —--" He's been out dining with Niall and shoots from his seat the minute her worried voice reached his ear.

"It's okay, lovie. yeah? 'M comin' take deep breaths how we practiced —-- I'll be there in a mo'." He assures her in his softest most pacific rasp but she shakes her head vigorously tears brimming in her sleepy eyes. Oreo tries to comfort her by sitting in her lap and rubbing her crown against her tummy.

"They aren't supposed to come this early . . . fo' fucks sake haven't even started my third trimester!" Harry doesn't know what to do except of consoling her and fidgeting around as Niall drives the car with same expressions of anxiousness and panic as Harry.

"Oh . . It's gone." She frowns in confusion able to sit now and it takes a little of burden away from Harry. He listens to the rustling going on her side jumping on his bum almost screaming into phone, "Stay where you're don' move!"

"Oh my god. They're back I'm not ready for this . . I'm not ready for this Harry." She cries and Harry even leaves Niall behind squeezing into the elevator fingers crossed at his back.

"'M here. Call our midwife can ye' do that fo' me, puppy?" She sniffs nodding to herself. Calling their assisted midwife with shaky fingers and tries to breath looking up at the ceiling.

In the meantime Harry's barging through the door pacing towards her in hurries steps. His face pale that if he has seen a ghost. She tries to saturate the distance between them knowing at this moment how much she wants him in her life.

He sits her back carefully crouches down and wipes her tears away, "'m so scared . ." She whispers squeezing his biceps and her phone's still ringing atop the sheets, "Don't be baby. Ye' have me — 'm not leavin' yer side."

He massages the dimples of her spine and runs warm hands at her sides to calm her down when their midwife picks up their call, "Hi. Is everything okay?"

"No Y/N's havin' these light contractions 'n 's not even the time of her labour." There's a pause from her side and Y/N bolts a worried glance at Harry in return he cradles her cheek to assure her.

"Oh . . that's nothin' to worry bout Mr. Styles. Those're some mild braxton hicks she might have mistaken with labour contractions." They both takes a sigh of relief but the little tick of pain keeps on coming and subsiding.

"They start at the beginning of third trimester, Y/N are you still getting 'em?" She asks her and Y/N clears her throat tugging the sheet beside her.

"Yes but less painful. Is that okay though?"

"Completely okay. Harry rest her against the headboard and push her knees upto her chest they'll be gone in a snap." He nods at her instructions helping Y/N lean against the headboard of bed gently and scooting between her thighs to do as she told.

"Better?" He whispers glancing up at her while wrapping his hands around her bended calves and pushing it slowly against her front, the move relaxing her pelvic muscles. Her head lulls at her shoulders from the effect and she hums from throat making Harry choke on his own spit.

He dares not to drift his gaze from her rigid features which are loosing it's tightness seconds after. Their breaths erratic from the humidity of sexual tension in the room when Y/N gets back to normal diverting her all attention to Harry who has his head tucked between her fleshy thighs. A blush creeping at her flushed cheeks and Harry gives her a flustered chuckle kissing the top of her knee to answer back Miss. Dori who's been asking how's Y/N.

"Stay hydrated and don't forget to take your vitamins." Saying this she ends the call. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief spreading her legs back and Harry squeezes her ankles, "When was the last time you had a glass water?"

"Two hours ago." He rolls his eyes. "Supposed to be drinkin' every hour . . dehydration's s' unhealthy fo' you pet." He leaves the bed meandering through her wardrobe taking out a bag with Oreo in his armpit.

"What're you doing?" She gasps with wide eyes looking back at Niall who's still standing at the doorframe. God. It's so embarrassing he had to watch all of that. Now, he'll never not stop teasing her about it.

"Packin' 'cos ye're stayin' with me. No protests." Like she was going to. She loves to stay at his house. His guest room's mattress is such a royalty to sleep at.

. . .

When he tucks her under the layers of blanket she decides it's still not warm enough and grabs at his wrist when he was about to leave, "Can we cuddle please?" His lips quirks up with happiness and he crawls to the empty side of bed still letting her hold onto him. Slipping beside her to canoodle her cosily against his front nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck with "mhmpm." sounds of exhaustion.

"Anytime." Her eyelids slip shutting from the comfort he brings along with him, "ye' okay now?" His lips leaves it's sparkle at her skin as he mumbles spooning her from behind and spreads his palm wide atop her belly protectively. She nods cuddling into his bicep kissing the inside of his elbow and slips into darkness just with the song of his breath.

"Good night Angel."

. . .

She wakes up to the ruckus going outside and gurgling stomach from hunger. Pinches the blanket around her head and waddles outside yawning her way. Harry making brekkie in the kitchen, a grinder running, and waffles sizzling as he himself is moving around like Remy the Rat in ratatouille. His muscles stretching out with each haste motion and it made her tummy stir. She's been trying not be horny but it proves to be the hardest task when he's always around being that charming and alluring.

"Pet!" He grins spinning with a VR camera in his hand that makes her giggle, "What you're doing?" She giggles trying to hike up the stool.

"Recording the days with our babies until it's labour." Immediately he's at her side helping her sit up putting the camera at the counter and Y/N waves at it adorably voice low and sleepy, "Hi babies it's me your mommy." It catches Harry off guard. His heart shaped mouth baubles into awed expression as he blinks the shock away from his vision looking down at her.

"What happened?" She asks him in concern but he shakes his head pecking her hair and handing her the camera to go back to prepare brekkie — moreso to recover from the happy surprise of her acceptance or he might scream into these four walls.

He's got a heart of gold. Pure from the selfish intentions and full of love. He thinks he's an utter dimwit for neglecting his feelings for his own fucking bestfriend and finding love into places that were never meant for him. Now, he can't think of someone else as the mother of his children except her.

He smiles wet-ly to himself. Waterline stinging from the sweet epiphany that they're really gonna be parents. Together. That she's his person. Who never left his side. Fulfilled his dream of becoming of a dad when his own girlfriend backed out cowardly. What did he do to get her written in his fate?

"Would we get to eat in this hour of day Chef?" She quips elbow perched on the counter and chin resting in her palm. We. It makes his insides melt into squish of adoration and love for her, "Sorry! I know ye're hungry." He pouts apologetically putting the plates and a glass of smoothie infront of her tucking a napkin into her crew neck.

"I don't need that, pet!!" She laughs squeezing his thigh to refrain from falling -- for the fact she's the most clumsy person Harry knows, "look cute 's just all." He giggles back pulling his bottom lip that she has done a great job of flustering him this early in the morning — gonna be like that the whole darn day with the her words swimming in his mind hi babies it's me your mommy ——

"Hmm. It's so yummy!" She gives him a thumbs up leaning down to sponge a kiss to his cheek and his dimple milks against her lips from the shyness. He scrunches his nose as a cover up from blushieness else he might burst into lil confetti, "yeah?" His irirses twinkles impishly as he gave her an eskimo kiss.

They're so domestically in love. It's cute. Does thingies without knowing they've rocketed past the intense levels of intimacy.

When she whines at the end refusing to drink the green smoothie it's where he went all stern and daddy-ish with her. Pulling her into his lap, holding her wrists with his nimble finger and placing the rim of the glass at her lips encouraging her to drink, "I might puke." She tells him in a warning.

"Okay after drinking this." He declares not caring if she wrenches at him quiping with a pinch of brows petting her back.

"You're sucha meanie bro!" Bestfriend shit. More like lovers shit.

. . .

Blank staring is useless as fuck and mind tiring even if it's done sitting in the comfiest corner of sofa to get a watch of some piece of furniture, toys and clothes that litreally just belongs to little humans that are resting in her womb. There's this nice lady that Harry gave away all of this things to because she's having her third child and couldn't be able to afford this stuff for her baby, at the moment she's here to shift it.

"You don't have to --- I don't care. It's just some stuff you guys bought together." She had told him before he sat on the decision and once he makes up his mind nobody can make him act otherwise.

"Nope. Bought things fo' me babies by the choice of a person who wasn't even their mother in the first place, never deserved to be —-- would never be. We'll do everything from scratch . . ." His words held venom and hatred for her unlike the usual sadness and betrayal they carried weeks ago as he wrapped his forearm around her collarbones flushing her closer to his chest swaying in the living lounge, ". . . remember the plushies nan Matlinda gave ye' on ya eighteenth? Thinking it was yer thirteenth birthday? Found them from under me bed last night. Will throw 'em in the laundry and the descion will be on yours if ye' want them fo' yourself or your babies." She nods giggling and he joins her.

"'Course that'd be s' cute. My kids playin' with plushies that were once mine!" She clapped her hands atop her chest in sheer excitement.

At the moment, he flops onto sofa beside her with a dramatic huff after bidding the lady a warm good bye. Squeezing Y/N ankles as she's laying on her side. A pillow under her thigh for the ease purpose head on the other cushion, "Watching's the hardest work innit toots?" He grins impishly and she bobs her head with hooded eyes.

Rolling her shoulder to pop some joints to show her tiredness she's good at acting made him scoot closer to her immediately, "Actually yes — " Gets cut off with Harry getting really caring about her in instant.

"Lemme give ya good rub." His calloused palms starts it gentle pressure from the heels of her feet tricking up her calves and she hums sweetly with her face smushed into cushion. He does it for a minute, thumbing at her soles and popping her toes making her giggle lazily.

Her breaths turns warmer against the fabric when he glides his touch up her soft thighs running a trembling shiver into her blood and the coaxation from the daily tiredness plus the effect of him on her almost made her whine. Their breaths hitches at the same time his pinky brushes at the curve of her bossom peeking from underneath her pyjama shorts.

It makes her clench her thighs from the burn coiling in her tummy and it's embarrassing because he's doing nothing but giving her a rub. When the second time the pads of his supple fingers paints imaginaries at her skin she wiggles her cute ass and moans with an alluring stretch of throat when Harry slapped her arse playfully.

"'S good?" He rasps palming balmily her bossom ass hands gliding dangerously low to where she's pulsating with desire, "don't tease . ." She gives out a kitten-ish whine griping the corner of cushion to exhert the tension in her muscles. With a single glance to her deshilved state he slides his hand between her fleshy thighs pressing his lanky fingers against the wet splotch of her arousal from the only approximty of him.

"Jeez pet. ye'r absolute soakin'." He whispers circling her clit in tight circles from over her pyjamas and she ruts her hips in his hand for more. He hovers his fingers round the hem of her shorts testing the waters and if she really wants it ---- although she proves it with a groan indicating him to get rid of the material.

"Such a pretty bum 's a shame I got to touch it now." He traces the imprint of his redness on her skin making her hiss into her elbow and he pulls her over his lap; slowly feathering his touch between her pink slick folds down to her hole making her clinch around his digits trying to swallow them.

"S' tight babe. How long someone's been between these beautiful legs?" His words don't carry any taunt. It's just a genuine question. She gulps trying to escape the haze — couldn't when he's gliding his fingers non-stop in her wetness with dirty noises, "dunno . . don't remember!" She squeaks when he slides them inside her with ease from slickness caging a grunty moan that's threatening to slip from his lungs.

"It's been that long then . . ." He drawls out and Y/N's shook that she hasn't heard him in that tone ever before or maybe she's too floaty. This Harry intimidates her in a sweet way, makes her want to be blanketed under his warm weight always, to depend on him and be with him always. Makes her want to kiss him till the colours fade out and blossom back again with the witnesses of their love.

"Harry . ." She moans fogy-ly when he adds two more letting her stickiness drip down his thighs, "Yes baby." He giggles bashfully sneaking his arm under her shoulders to kiss her cheek.

"Gonna cum." She cries out softly nipping at his skin and he pushes his fingers deep till knuckles in her cunt pounding inside her with a pleasuring pressure, "Didn't stop ya." His little bubble kisses trails to the crook of her neck biting down to glitter hues of his affection for her.

"Oh my!" Her eyes popshut and thighs smack crampies his hand cumming on his fingers. Making a mess down his wrists, his trousers and the hem of his shirt. She purrs cheeks smashed near his thick thigh into velvet when he rubs her back to soothe her heated body down as that of a kitten, "Ye purrs are puttin' oreo to shame, moppet." He pushes her up. Straddling her each leg around his torso letting her melt onto him.

"S' warm." He mumbles against her throat pecking where the paths of her veins leads him to. Grabs her chin and nuzzles his nose to the underbelly of her jaw saturating her closer to his chest. She hiccups a breath when his swelling bulge nudges her already sensitive pussy making her wet again; she blames her hormones.

"Can you fuck me, please?" She gives him pleading eyes swiveling her hips back and forth against his thick length, "Don't 've to ask pretty girl." He kisses her mouth. It's not like their first kiss. Their first held innocence and sccachirness. This one's rather filthy, full of sucking, bites and spit. He splits his thumb in her hair cupping her cheeks kissing her passionately and winding his arm around her waist to caress her belly.

When she throws her shirt away he puffs out unbelievably taking in her to memorize each velvteen of her skin, "Fuck you're so beautiful moppet." It splashes blush at her features and his eyes litreally twinkles at the sight of her being like this. When his eyes halt at the swell of her titts he exhales through his nostrils a grin worming up at the little rainbow patterned bra she's wearing.

"Cutie." He kisses her again. It's like he can never stop kissing her ever. Her plump candy lips make it impossible. She skids his trousers down wrapping her hand around his girth squeezing him to quench out a throaty grunt from him. Stroking his cock with his pre-come and arches her back when his weepy head brushes against her cunt.

He helps her to take his cock being ever so carefull with her since she's pregnant but Y/N wants otherwise. She's insatiable. Could bite him whole at the time.

"Use me baby ---- make yourself cum with my cock. Wanted it yeah? C'mon now fuck me pretty girl. Take it all in. Yeah . . . Jus' like that." He grits stretching her to max and brings her neck to snuggle in to his chest when she was about to fall back because of her limbs giving out due to the ecastasy. She spurts out a giggle putting her hands between them to recoup herself and moves with his assistance on her ass.

"It's hard." She whines walls fluttering around his dick making him moan, "what me prick?" He smirks batting his eyelashes to get through the haze.

"Such a rotten joke." She rolls her eyes riding him with faster pace now and it's turning them all sweaty and hot, "mhmp. good girl takin' me cock s' well." His hands wanders above her tummy fondling with her nipples and takes it in his mouth while giving the same attention to other one with his thumb pulling it and tweaking it gently not to harm her, "don't like my jokes but you love my prick --- want to make ye' feel amazin' with it."

His balls thwacking against her bum and she leverages herself with his shoulders crying out in his ear when he hit a spot inside her she could never with her own fingers — she narrows her knees for more closeness and he tucks loose errands of her hair away kissing her temple with closed eyes.

"Tired?" His wet lips teases her earlobe and when she nods he gropes her ass thrusting up inside her, "It feels more good when daddy does it . . doesn't it?" He pounds roughly with a sharp angle of his pelvis and keeps on fucking her till she's crying his name.

She's a puddling. His words only made her float into her own head space where it's golden streaks in the amidst of violet clouds.

His own groans getting hoarse when she pulses around his cock milking and pushing his head fat out it makes him choke onto his spit, "cum for me --- inside me want it s' bad." She whispers woving fingers with his's and pressing it into sofa still grinding down at him whole body jolting from the sensitivity.

He does cum inside her. Filling her to brim with his seed it oozes out making soppy sounds when he pumps it back with lazy strokes to extinguish the last sparkle of fire that was crackling in their insides.

Remains like that. Tangled and dishelved. Listening to eachother's silence. He didn't even got a chance to pull out of her when his phone startled them beside her making her cramp hard around him and his head falls on the headboard with a grunt.

"Fuck." He squints back and pretends to eat the apple of her cheeks with roar like noises tickling her side making her stomach squeeze with laughs when his phone rings for another time and she ushers him to pick it.

His expressions remains stoic. Lips thinned into a hardline as he listens to the person on the other side. She's familiar with it. The feminine seductive voice she can never unhear --- it pangs her heart with an unbearable amount of pain and clogs her windpipes.

Dunno from where she found the need to ask this she did with a second thought from the anxiousness whirling in her mind the second he ends the call, "Are you gonna leave me now?" Tears of hurt without her knowing are already spilling down the valley of her chest.

Harry stares her. But, she could see nothing in them due to blurness from the pulversive of a single call.

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San- Confessions (oneshot)

Genre: Angst, fluff, suggestive, high school au, enemies to lovers au.

Pairing: San x Reader (fem)

Warnings: profanities, alcohol.

On a scale of one to ten, you'd rate your life at your prestigious boarding school a nine.

You loved KQ Academy: a boarding school for the rich, spoiled brats of the country. The teachers were highly experienced and the other staff were really nice. The cafeteria food was great and the vending machines always had your favorite drinks. The bathrooms were clean and the classrooms, laboratories, and other activity rooms were large and spacious. There were three different sports fields, a large swimming pool, and a large athletics field. The dormitories were also really comfortable and overall impressive. Basically, your school was lit.

So why did you rate your great life here a nine? Two words: Choi San.

San was the only person here who got on your nerves. Not only was he a rich, spoiled brat, but he was also the most popular guy at school and the captain of the volleyball team. His pretty face screamed of nothing but trouble... for you.

You don't understand why San doesn't like you; ever since he joined your school in ninth grade, you both never got along despite being in the same friend group. Your friends tried their best to make you both decently talk to each other, but they gave up eventually when it clearly wasn't working; you both always argued about the smallest, stupidest things.

"Should I get another piercing?" Hongjoong asked, opening his strawberry yogurt.

"Where?" Yunho questioned. "Please, not on your ear! Let the poor thing breathe!" You chuckled, glancing at the many piercings on your twin brother's ears.

"I swear Hongjoong hyung is a masochist," Yeosang stated, making Mingi and Wooyoung burst out laughing.

"And he likes exhibitionism," Seonghwa said. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, quietly eating his yogurt; he was used to everyone teasing him.

"Hey guys!" you heard Choi San greet before he took his usual seat beside Wooyoung. You glanced at him, immediately noticing his disheveled hair and swollen lips.

"Oh god, San, who was it now?" Eunhee, Hongjoong's girlfriend, questioned.

"Na Yuri," San said with a smirk. "She took me behind the auditorium. There were no cameras there." You heard Jiwoo mumble a 'not surprise' from beside you, making you chuckle.

"And you managed to get off in less than five minutes?" Wooyoung asked, raising an eyebrow.

San fake gasped in shock. "What! Wooyoung, you know I don't fuck these girls. I've only made out with them."

"What, really?" Jongho asked in surprise.

"Yeah, I haven't slept with anyone other than my ex, Jina," San said, taking a bite of Yeosang's ice cream sandwich, earning a glare from the boy. You were quite surprised at this new information; the entire school thought San fucked a new chick every week. You wondered why he never said anything about it despite all the false claims.

"Y/N," you heard someone call you, catching all your friends' attention. You saw Kim Yonghee approach you with the sweetest smile on his face. He handed you your notebook that you had given him two days ago. "Thank you so much. Your notes really helped."

"You aced your test?"

He smirked. "Of course." He opened his mouth to say something, but one of his friends called him for football practice. "Well, I'll see you in math," he said with a wink before walking away.

"Oh, someone's blushing!" Eunhee teased.

Yunho chuckled. "Wow, Y/N, I wonder what's got you all pink."

"Yonghee is so fucking cute! I kinda want to date him," you squealed, earning a scoff from an unamused San. Yeosang raised an eyebrow at San who only shrugged. "Do you have an issue, San?" you asked, annoyed by his reaction.

"No, why would I?"

"Well, your reaction doesn't seem like it."

"Why would I care about you and that piece of shit?" he spat, looking away.

"You don't even know him!" your voice was raising.

"Here we go again," Yeosang muttered under his breath.

San glared at you. "As if you know about the way he screws around with—"

"So what? I'd rather be with someone like him than with someone like you," you stated in a cold tone. San's face fell, but he immediately put his pokerface on.

Seonghwa sighed. "Can you two stop fighting for once?"

"It's his fault," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"No, it's yours," San retorted. "You could've ignored me."

You were about to say something, but the bell rang. You glared at San before dragging Wooyoung and Mingi with you to your next class.

A month later, you ended up in an FWB relationship with Kim Yonghee. So far, things were going really well.

You were at Seonghwa and Hongjoong's dorm with everyone. You noticed how San has been really quiet and sulky these past few days. Despite always arguing with him, you felt worried for him. You wanted to ask him if he was all right, but you knew he'd just roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment.

You nudged Yunho who was sitting beside you. "Is San all right?" you whispered in his ear.

Yunho shook his head. "No, he's not okay. I don't know what happened, and he said he doesn't want to talk about it." You nodded, but you felt like Yunho was lying to you.

"Y/N, how are things going on between you and Yonghee?" Mingi asked.

"Good," you answered with a smile. "He's an absolute gentleman."

"Yeah, I could tell from last night," Eunhee teased, making you choke on nothing in particular, wondering how she found out about you sneaking Yonghee into your suite style dorm. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are, Y/N."

San slammed his can of sprite on the table, startling a few of you. "Sorry, I'm a little tired," he mumbled. "Yunho, I'm going to our room. I'll see you all tomorrow." You noticed Wooyoung and Seonghwa share a glance before Seonghwa nodded.

"I'm heading back as well. Good night guys," Seonghwa said, quickly getting up and following San. There was clearly something up with San and you really wanted to find out.

-

While you were having lunch with your friends, Yonghee came to your table. He kissed you gently, earning an 'aww' from Eunhee and Jiwoo.

"Hey, hey, hey, no kissing in front of her older brother," Hongjoong said sternly. You rolled your eyes; he was only older by eight minutes.

"Sorry, man," Yonghee chuckled. "Here," he handed you a few sheets. "Seunghun told me to give this to you. It's his part of the assignment you both are working on. He said you can arrange it however you'd like."

"Ah, tell him I said thanks," you said.

"Will do, doll." he kissed your head before leaving.

San witnessed the entire scene and he lost his appetite. He pushed his food around with his spoon, feeling heartbroken.

"Step up your game, bro," Mingi said to San in a low tone so that the others couldn't hear.

"What do you mean?" San questioned.

Mingi rolled his eyes. "We all know you like Y/N. Don't give her up easily."

"Well, she likes Yonghee."

"They're only friends with benefits," Hongjoong said, joining the conversation. "They're just fooling around. I know it might seem like she has feelings for him, but trust me, she doesn't."

San bit his lip anxiously. "But she hates me."

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "I know my sister well enough to say that she doesn't hate you, Sannie. In fact, she was really hurt 'cause she thinks you hate her. You both should really stop fighting and assuming shit."

"She doesn't hate me?" San asked in surprise.

"No, she doesn't, you idiot," Mingi muttered with a sigh. "Now step up your game, San, before someone else sweeps her off her feet."

You were watching the volleyball team practice for an upcoming inter-school match. San and Yeosang were on the team, so your entire group was here as well, watching them practice 'cause there was nothing else to do.

You had to admit, San was a great captain. He was so sweet to them and hyped them up every time they did well. It was even more fascinating to watch him play. When the team decided to take a break, he approached you, taking his water bottle from where you were sitting.

You couldn't help but check him out in the team uniform. The blue tank top and shorts exposed the muscles on his arms and thighs. He titled his head back, pouring the water into his mouth. You watched his Adam's apple bob with every gulp, and the way a few drops of water rolled down his lips and chin. His jawline looked sharper, and you saw a bead of sweat travelling down the side of his face. San looked undeniably attractive, especially with his new eyebrow piercing and dyed black hair; he already looked so good with his previous brown hair, and now he looked irresistible.

"Y/N, I asked you something," San said, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, what were you saying?" you hoped he didn't notice you checking him out. San and you have surprisingly not had any fights recently, and he wasn't making any comments to piss you off either. You wondered why he suddenly changed his behavior towards you after years of getting on your nerves.

He smirked, pointing to his little red bag. "Could you open my bag and give me the green towel?" You did as he said, unkowingly blushing. San noticed everything, but he didn't say anything about it yet. He wiped the sweat off his face with the towel, suddenly leaning in close to your face. Your eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, and your heartbeat sped up. San reached behind you to take his bag, shoving the towel and his water bottle inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, mentally reminding yourself to get your shit together. You glanced at your friends, relieved that they were too busy talking to notice the little scene between you and San; you knew they would tease the shit out of you if they saw what happened.

"Y/N," Yeosang called out. "You're coming for the party tomorrow night, no?"

"Of course," you said, a little confused as to why he suddenly asked. "Jiwoo would kill me if I missed it."

Jiwoo turned her head at the mention of her name. "Damn right, I would," she said with a nod.

Yeosang smirked. "You're coming in my car."

-

"I have to sit on San's lap?!" you half-yelled at Yeosang.

"Yeah, Yunho is sitting in the front with the Pegasus glass figurine he got for Jiwoo. The painting I got is in the backseat, and our bags are in the trunk. So you don't have a choice."

You bit your lip. "Fine."

You waited outside the car until San and Yunho came from their dorm. You wondered why San wasn't surprised when you told him you had to sit on his lap, but you brushed it off, assuming Yeosang would've told him earlier.

San was dressed in all black: ripped jeans, a leather jacket and a black t-shirt underneath it. You sat on his lap, closing the car door. He looked irresistible and his Chanel perfume made him smell so good, you didn't know how you'd survive the half an hour long car ride to Jiwoo's mansion without him noticing you inhaling his scent like air.

San gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him so that you could sit comfortably. Yeosang started driving and you hoped time would go really fast.

Unfortunately, time seemed to be going really slow for you.

San pushed your hair to one side, making you lean back a little so that your back was pressed against his chest. "Sit comfortably, I don't bite," he whispered in your ear.

Yunho was talking about something, but you paid no attention. The only thing you could focus on was San's beautiful voice and laughs while you blankly stared out the window.

San noticed you weren't paying attention. He leaned forward a little, his lips coming in contact with the bare skin of your shoulder, making goosebumps arise on your skin. "Are you cold?" San teased when he saw the goosebumps on your bare thighs; you cursed yourself for wearing a short off-shoulder dress.

"Yeah, I am," you lied. San rubbed his palms together before placing them on your thighs. You gasped softly at his warm touch. He gently rubbed your thighs, trying to warm you up like as if he didn't know why you got goosebumps in the first place.

"We're here, guys," Yeosang announced, pulling up into Jiwoo's mansion that was lit up with a lot of LED lights.

You quickly got out of the car once Yeosang parked, running to hug Jiwoo.

"Happy eighteenth, Jiwoo!"

She chuckled. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"I can't wait to see you drunk!" you said with a giggle, excited that your friend could finally drink. She playfully rolled her eyes, dragging you inside to where half your school was while she told you which room you would be staying in. You were sure there were nearly two hundred people here, but you weren't surprised; Jiwoo's birthday parties were always like this.

"By the way, you're sharing a room with San tonight," Jiwoo said.

Your eyes widened. "What?! Why? Wasn't I supposed to be sleeping in your room?"

"Yeah," she said. "But, um... Yunho might be there and I don't think you'd want to witness us—"

"Okay, okay!" you half-yelled. "Why can't I sleep in Eunhee's room?"

"Ask Hongjoong if he's willing to switch with you," she chuckled and you groaned, knowing very well your twin brother would rather sleep next to his girlfriend than next to his friend.

But maybe he would agree? After all, he's quite protective of you and he wouldn't let you sleep next to a guy.

"Absolutely not," Hongjoong replied when you asked him to switch places with you.

"Joong! How can you let your baby sister sleep with a guy?" you whined.

He shrugged. "I trust San more than any other guy here. Besides, I need some privacy with my girl, you know? The dorms aren't a very great place to—"

You slammed your palm over his mouth, shutting him up. "I get it! I'll just deal with it."

You walked over to the bar, getting a whiskey and coke. You didn't have an issue with sleeping next to San; you just didn't know how you'd control yourself around him, especially after what happened hardly an hour ago.

After Jiwoo cut her huge birthday cake and popped a bottle of Champagne, some people from your grade sat down in one of the rooms to play truth or dare. Wooyoung and Mingi literally begged you to play and of course, you couldn't refuse.

"All right, I'm gonna spin it," Jongho said, spinning an empty beer bottle. It landed on Yeosang. "Truth or dare, hyung?" Jongho asked.

"Truth," he answered.

"I got one!" Seonghwa said, turning to smirk at Yeosang. "Do you like a certain Japanese girl who's in your economics class?" You chuckled, glancing at the Japanese girl who was sitting right across Yeosang.

Yeosang smirked. "Of course I like my girlfriend." Your jaw dropped and so did many other's. You glanced at Mayumi who was clearly blushing; she reminded you so much of Yeosang.

"Kang Yeosang! You sly shit!" Wooyoung yelled, playfully tackling his friend to the ground.

"I knew something was happening between them!" Hongjoong stated with a laugh, making Mayumi turn pinker than she already was.

After a few more rounds, some people left, making the circle of people smaller. Eunhee spun the bottle and it landed on herself.

"Truth or dare?" Mingi asked.

"Truth."

"Is Hongjoong hyung a dom or a sub?" Mingi asked with a smirk.

"Both, but mostly a dom," she answered, unbothered.

"I'm not even surprised," Wooyoung said before spinning the bottle. It landed on you.

"Truth or dare, Y/N?" Wooyoung asked, a smile dancing on his lips.

"I'll go with dare."

Wooyoung grinned mischievously. "I dare you to . . . give San a hickey." You choked on nothing in particular.

"In front of you all?"

"Obviously not!" Hongjoong said in disgust. "I'd rather not witness that."

Your friends cheered for you when you got up and dragged San along with you to the room you both had to share tonight. Your heart raced with every step you took, and when he closed the door, the only sound you could hear was your pounding heartbeat.

San removed his shoes before sitting on the middle of the bed. You took off your heels, getting on the bed as well.

"Where do you want it?" you asked, avoiding eye-contact.

"Below my collarbone or here," he pointed to an area of the left side of his neck. You decided to give it on his neck because you've never given a collarbone hickey, so you didn't want to screw it up and embarrass yourself in front of the man who was currently driving you crazy.

San sat against the headboard of the bed, letting you straddle his lap. You placed a hand at his nape and the other at his shoulder, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. You gently brushed your lips against his skin before kissing around the area for a while. Your hand at his nape moved into his hair, tugging on it. San groaned softly, hands gripping your waist while he tilted his head to give you more access. You started to suck on his skin, making sure you bit him gently and gave him a few little licks. San's hands pushed you down on his growing bulge, making you moan against his skin. You pulled away from his neck, eyes instantly locking with his. You glanced between his eyes and his lips, unknowingly biting your own. San freed your bottom lip with his thumb, running it over your lip.

"I'd like to bite that lip," San said in a low tone. You couldn't control yourself anymore. You crashed your lips onto his and he responded just as eagerly as you. San took your bottom lip in between his teeth, gently pulling and biting on it, making you moan. He smirked, pulling away. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

"Don't you hate me?" you asked, shocked by his little confession.

San flipped you onto your back, hovering over you. He pressed his bulge against you. "What do you think?" he whispered, making you blush. "Y/N, you drive me absolutely crazy. I've liked you ever since ninth grade." Your eyes widened; he has liked you ever since he joined your school?!

"But— Then why were you always fighting with me?" you couldn't help but ask, even though right now wasn't a very... appropriate time.

"Remember how I was back then? I was so nerdy and you liked guys who were the complete opposite of that," he said, cupping your cheek. "No matter how hard I tried to get you to like someone like me, it just never worked. You always liked seniors and dated playboys. And then when I started screwing around, you still didn't like me. I guess... I guess that's why I fought with you a lot and it got worse over the years."

"San, you were perfect," you murmured. "I always thought you were way too good for me, that's why I never really bothered." you ran your hand through his hair. "I'm sorry for making you change yourself..."

San shook his head, lying beside you on the bed. "It's not your fault. I was fifteen and stupid, Y/N. Besides, I'm used to being like this now." You bit your lip, not knowing what to say. "Y/N, I hated seeing you with Yonghee. I know you guys aren't dating, but the thought of you with him or with anyone else... I really hate it," he looked like he wanted to say something, but he was hesitating a lot. You cupped his cheek, giving him an encouraging smile.

San took a deep breath. "Um, Y/N, do you... feel the same way about me?" You immediately kissed him as an answer, making him blush and sigh in relief.

"Well, my dare is complete," you murmured, fingers running over the hickey you had given him. You leaned in, placing a soft kiss on it. "How about we continue from where we left off?" you whispered in his ear.

San smirked, pulling you close to his body by your waist. "Mhmm, I'd like that."

[soulfullofold]

🪄🪄🪄 zapzapzap!

(vibrating) SO NORMAL. SO NORMAL. like a microwaved ant.

you might be spoilin’ me [with too much love] flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme blue river runnin’ slow and lazy I could stay with you forever and never realize the time yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’ yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to yer gonna have to leave me now, I know but I’ll see you in the sky above in the tall grass, in the ones I love yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Bob Dylan is such a formative artist for me. He might have fueled my #notlikeothergirls phase a little but he's the favorite musician of another formative mentor figure for me. One of my Really special formative childhood experiences was going on these school road trips themed around american history (led by the 8th grade history teacher) and I got invited early to go (as a 7th grader) and got invited back afterwards (as a 9th grader). I could get out of the house and go on these awesome trips to see historic sites...idk it really made me into the person I am and sparked my interest in museums & museum design & the conversations around historic sites in general. God I get emo about it anyways we would get to pick the CDs we listened to and Bob Dylan was ofc in there. My big introduction into folk music was through Dylan & I really enjoy his songwriting. This one is... kind of a silly song to pick but I think it's the one I'm the most not normal about. Whhhheeennn I was coming out to some of my childhood friends, I wrote some fiction with some old old old shared OCs of mine and it was basically songfic about this character going on a solo roadtrip and listening to Blood on the Tracks and realizing that she wants to break up with her boyfriend. That it's gonna be painful because she DOES love him and always will have a love for him, but damn, it's not right, it's all theater for her, and not fair to either of them to let them stay trapped. ASIDE from all the Baggage I have with this song I just adore the lyrics & they're some of my favorites from Dylan. ;m;

this growing old is getting old I often find myself here thinking about the birds, the boats, and past loves that flew away or started sinking and it's crazy here without you I used to think this all was ours we'd stay up late, debate on how we'd find our way say it's all up in the stars well, some nights I rule the world with bar lights and pretty girls but most nights I stay straight and think about my mom oh god, I miss her so much and there are people on the street they're coming up to me they're telling me that they like what I do now and so I tried my best when I took the fall to get right back up, back in your arms if you're out here why do I miss you so much I just need a helping hand I close my eyes and think about tomorrow it never came true and you, you're always holding on to stars I think they're better from afar because no one here's gonna save us don't you wish on me why can't you see that no one's gonna save us? no one's gonna save us no one's gonna save me now

A teenager scream-in-the-shower song for sure. Lots of feelings around the mom lines 🤪 & lots of anti-religious feelings bottled up in my young body lskfjaslk. I did cry when I heard this live thanks

believe me I never wanted to be this way never thought that I'd be this age and fail so soon we'll settle down out west look at the cage I've been caught up in look at the way I've been brought up look at the pain I called my God, I never wanted it bad enough, well bury me in some fashion in something fashionable with a procession whose words / with dirt and words that sound like a song I used to know but never wrote 'cause it was beautiful and predictable like oh, oh, all I ever wanted how'd I ever fail so soon?

aha L;FJSADKFL it's a cute nugget of a song that just gently guts me like im a crab being shelled and dipped in butter.

[internalsealpanic]

Love Through the Ages (Jason Todd)

Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part three of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself. ALSO, y'all can thank @littleredwing89 for the poem that comes up.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist.

You tap at your phone screen, planting seeds in a satisfyingly hypnotic rhythm, the sounds of the train vacillating in and out of your periphery. It was soothing having your own compartment, a little world you can isolate yourself in while you anxiously await for the inevitable. 

It wasn’t a secret that you found Gotham stressful. It was about as much a secret as Tony Stark’s civilian identity. You pulled your knees up to your chest at the thought. Big cities were stressful but Gotham was a different beast entirely. It was a writhing monster of steel and smoke. You wrinkle your nose deciding to sweep the thought away. 

Instead, you concentrate on your plants and your farm. You wince looking at your journal. It looks like you’d forgotten another quest. Pursing your lips, you decide to turn your phone off for a bit and pretend the NPCs can sort it out on their own as you look out the window. 

You lean against the wall, pressing your cheek to the cool window. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking of a sea of black curly hair interrupted by a shock of white, sea green eye perpetually alight with mischief or intelligence (9 times out of 10, you really couldn’t tell which it was.), freckles like star map, and a mouth permanently set in a cocky grin. It’s hard not to smile like an idiot when thinking of Jason Todd.  

   Your skirt flutters in the wind as you dance your way through the crowd, bobbing up and down on your tiptoes over the sea of humans. Sometimes the smell of them still makes your mouth water but not now, not when the smell of Gotham is so pungent in the air. 

You see a gloved hand wave at you on the other side of the crowd. You pin your sunhat against your head as you rush through the crowd, your luggage dragging behind you.

Jason waves a two fingered salute at  you in front of a motorcycle, his foot clearly stomping a cigarette. You toss your hat to him. It flutters over the crowd. Jason catches it easily, putting it on his own head. 

"Hey Princess, welcome back." Jason greets, the syllables of your native French gliding off of his tongue so easily. Fighting down a blush, you swallow your own greeting. Jason would have been a great ambassador in a different life were he not inclined to murder someone with a desert spoon for being a jackass.

He offers his hat back to you, but you shake your head. "You might freckle too much in Gotham's sunny weather." He gives you a hearty chuckle keeping the hat on. 

"Missed you too, princess."

You roll your eyes. Pinching your nose, you look around. "You forgot to tell me to bring a gas mask."

"Every city smells like this."

"Darling, you've been in Gotham for too long."

"And you've been in your French villa for too long." Jason says, putting his sunglasses on you. You glare at him through them.

"First of all, it's a cottage."

Jason snorts, "As if that makes a difference. It's still in the idyllic French countryside, isn't it?"

"I-" 

"I rest my case."

You cross your arms. "You're welcome to visit, you know?" It was a hopeful suggestion at best. 

"We both know the quiet will drive me crazy."

"I said visit," you say, "besides, I think the train ride alone would drive you up the wall." You remember how Jason is with tight spaces.

"Not with you there." Jason winks.

Your heart presses a bruise into your throat and you hate Jason Peter Todd all over again. 

"Ah yes, you plan on driving me mad. Evil. Truly evil of you." You say, grinning back at him. 

"Here's a wild idea, how bout we just not listen to Roy? How does that sound?" Jason gently suggests, handing you your offensively pink cup of caffeinated goop. Jason can smell the sickening amount of sweeteners added. He might gag. 

"Nope," you say, smiling at him as you slurp your ooze. Jason's stomach rolls. Alfred would have an aneurysm. "He was even nice enough to get us both tickets." You hand him one, fingers brushing against his. They felt calloused as they always did. Jason suppresses any oncoming reaction.

He instead turns his attention to the ticket in his hands. Love Through the Ages: Gotham Museum Exhibition on expressions of love. Jason runs through the numbers. "These are $59 each."

"So sweet of him, isn't it?" You chirp adorably.

Jason makes a mental note to kill both of you. "You're only going along with this cus you want to watch me suffer." Jason says, slumping his chair. His foot kicks out to tap your foot. 

"I'm doing it affectionately," you say, tapping his foot with yours. "Besides, it's a universal pass time at this point." You swirl your drink and grin at him. It was your real grin, all bright and eager and stupidly sweet. Something in Jason's chest twists. It's always hard to breathe when you smile at him but really Jason would rather all the oxygen in the atmosphere be burned up than see your smile disappear. 

He sounds dramatic and he knows that but still he knows it's true.

"C'mon Jay, it'll be fun."

Shoulders slouched, Jason smiles at you indulgently. "Fun for who?"

"Mainly me but you can have fun too."

"You are so lucky you're adorable when you're being evil."

Your smile brightens and with a tap of his foot against yours, he thinks he'll survive whatever Roy has in store for him.

You and Jason have been walking around the museum for quite a bit with Jason's arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders and homicide radiating off of him every time someone even looks at you funny. He'd said that the arm slung around your shoulder was so that you wouldn't get lost. As for the homicide,  he elected to ignore the question entirely. 

You flush as Jason quotes another line from 'Master Valentine' back to you. You definitely regret letting him house sit. You regret even more not hiding your books. You squirm as Jason whispers the quote in your ear in a husky drawl. The erotica in the book is amazing and you're normally comfortable with talking to Jason about everything, but this- this was just cruel and unusual punishment. It's what you get for trying to make him suffer.

All the pet names he murmured in your ear crawled up your spine. You shove his face away hiding your own in your sleeve. He laughs into your hand enjoying your sudden bout of shyness.

Jason mumbles a half-hearted apology into your hand, pressing a soft kiss into your palm. You lower your head. You're still clearly avoiding his gaze but you let him press you to his side. Jason Todd is an asshole.

You point to a pair of ice skates so well worn and well loved that you almost miss the little penguins stitched on the side. "Love on the ice? That's so cute!"

Jason glances at them with mild interest. "Sounds like hypothermia." He says, shrugging. 

Swatting at his chest, you pout at him. He rolls his eyes nudging your shoulder with his. You scowl at him and stick your tongue out. Jason leans down, unable to stop the urge to press a kiss to your brow. You scowl even harder. 

"Admit it, doll. The whole exhibition is just Dickie's favorite fanfiction tropes."

"Professor Todd, be a dear and enlighten my troglodyte ass."

He snorts, "Princess, if I was a professor we both know I'd have the highest attendance rate."

"And the highest failure rate." You say cocking a brow. 

"Probably."

"You're terribly humble today."

"I just know I look good."

No, you don't, you think. You shake your head. "That explains the leather jacket."

"You love my leather jacket."

"Well, Biscuit certainly loved your previous one."

Jason wrinkled his nose thinking of the yellow disaster. "That dog was a menace."

"She is the sweetest creature on earth."

"She destroyed my jacket and ate my wallet AND phone."

"I never said she was smart... wait, we're getting off topic."

Jason narrows his eyes at you then points to a crown. It was an intricate lattice of silvers and golds with diamonds that glittered like starlight. "Royal AU," he says simply, "go on read the description."

"A prince and a princess from rival nations are bound by a marriage of convenience. Through a series of missteps. They fell for each other.... that one was pretty easy. Do it again."

He points to a blue feather. "Mythology AU."

You arch a brow at him. He waves at it, urging you to read. "A god descended to earth to be with his mortal lover only for him to lose his memories of her." The feather's glow is incandescent. You can feel the power radiating off of it, a sure sign of divinity.

Once, you would have brushed it off as mere story. You've spent more than twice your lifetime now dipped into the world of myths. You glance at Jason.  Simple divinity no longer fazes you.

"See?"

"I- Nope."

"You're just being stubborn."

"Would you have been my friend if I wasn't?" Would you have saved me if I wasn't?

You think Jason hears your unspoken question when he frowns. Instead, he turns on his heel to face the other direction. He points to a bouquet of wilted roses tied together by a green ribbon. They still smell of blood and something you couldn't identify.  Your eyes drift down curious. Your eyes trace over the words feeling your stomach tumble.

"Gruesome." Jason vocalizes inanely. He hooks his head on the crown of your head, neatly slotting your body under his. You're safe, surrounded by walls of muscle. The crease in your brow softens. You would think that Jason would be less protective after you'd turned but now that you were a vampire, he was somehow even more protective. Roy always joked you only got Biscuit and your other dogs as lap dogs because you already had Jason. He may not have been too off on his guess.

"This should be in a horror exhibit," you say leaning into Jason's chest, "kind of reminds me of you though." You tilt your head up grinning at him. 

"If you make a joke about me being jack the ripper again, I swear I'll-"

"-Bury me alive 6 feet under concrete with a recording of Roy singing Auld Lang Syne in a terrible British accent. Got it. What I meant was... you're just as protective as the man in the story." You say, smiling at him. 

For good reason, Jason thinks. 

Jason buries half of his face in your hair, hiding his answering smile. You smell like sugar and cinnamon. It's a familiar combination of smells that puts him at ease despite the atrocious amount of people in the museum.

You point to another artifact, afraid that you'd accidentally picked at an old wound. 

"Star-crossed lovers." He mumbles into your hair. 

"Bullshit!"

"Read it and weep, doll."

You read the plaque and the words 'meet' and 'different world' assault your eyes. You scowl at him. "Fuck you."

The grin on Jason's face is genuine. It makes something in your veins sing knowing how much fun he's having. 

Your face softens. "You really love this romance stuff, huh?"

Jason narrows his eyes at you.

"You were the one bawling your eyes out when we binged Spaces Between Us. Who the hell cries during erotica?"

"IT'S TRUE LOVE AND YOU KNOW IT IN YOUR SOUL," you protest, pounding your fist against his chest,"besides, you're the one who was crying nonstop when we watched the IDHY duology."

"I was crying because they were accurate book adaptations."

You blink at him confused. "There's a book?"

"Yes, you illiterate heathen."

"You sound like a conquistador."

“....”

"At least they got their happy ending." You say, changing the subject.  

"That's true."

"Still better than Titanic."

He furrows his brow at you. "What's wrong with the Titanic?"

"First of all," You pitch your shoulders like you're about to give him a lecture, "That was 3 hours of my life wasted on a shitty movie. It wasn't even that accurate."

"Princess, not everyone can survive the Arctic."

"And second, the most romantic scene in that romantic movie was the old couple staying together as they sank."

Jason laughs, a deep rumbling sound. It scrambles your brain, almost dissolving your annoyance until he opens his mouth again. "You sound like Damian."

"Jason Peter Todd, take that back." You screech, swiping at him. 

He jumps back, his laughter still echoing. "Stop sounding like the demon brat first."

You run after him, telegraphing your murderous intent. Jason walks away faster, sticking his tongue out at you. Your growl and claw at the air. You screech obscenities as Jason continues to evade you. He is having way too much fun with this. 

You chase Jason around the exhibition for a solid half hour before you come to a skittering halt.

Your eyes land on a vermillion book, leather bound and carefully crafted by skilled hands. You step closer to admire the swirling, arabesque patterns lining the leather. No title is embossed on the front.  It's thick. You would wager it was at least 400 pages.

Your eyes drift down even further, finding a  familiar scrawl. Below the book were photocopies of some of the pages. Pablo Neruda's 'If You Forget me', Beethoven's 'Immortal beloved', Ibn Hazm's 'My Heart', and a bunch of other poets you didn't know but recognized as ...

"Jason these are your favorites."

"What?" He says, walking over to you cautiously.

You look back down at the pages and your eyes catch on the one in the middle. From the numbering, it was the last.

Love is such a hard thing to define,

I don’t know if I could ever find,

The words to truly express the complexity of such an emotion.

It is an emotion felt in the heart,

Long before it makes sense to the mind,

illusive and uncertain until suddenly it just clicks.

Like so many things in this world,

we tend to know it when we see it in others,

even if we can’t be sure of it ourselves.

I think I’ve always known how much I love you,

When I look at you, 

I see everything I’ve ever wanted.

When I look at you,

I see nothing else but your perfect beauty.

Inside and out.

I'm not a poet, (Y/n), but I will tell you anyway I can how much I love you.

-Jason Peter Todd

Jason is a stone next to you.

His mouth is filled with sand as he looks at the far too familiar handwriting. He knew. He knew the moment he saw the red book what it was. Hell, the moment you told Jason it was Roy who told you to go to the museum, he knew what it was. God, why can't he just turn to ash. 

Jason can't make himself turn to you. He can't bear to see what ever disgusted expression you make. He just can't. 

He feels a tug on his sleeve. He doesn't move. He  feels another tug, this time harder. When he doesn't respond the second time, you lace your fingers in his and spin him around. 

You squish his cheeks in your hands. "Jason, you actual sap." You say. You look like you're glowing. You beam at him, all toothy and scrunched faced. Jason's lungs stop working again. His mind can't process what you're saying. All Jason knows is that something warm is crowding his chest, pushing everything else out.

"Wha?"

"Jason, you absolute dork!" You repeat, unfazed by his temporary bout of insanity.

Jason is blushing, looking like a strawberry with his freckles. Jason is more adorable than anyone has any right to be. But that's ok. That's perfectly ok cus he's yours.

In a moment of uncontained affection, you pull Jason to you, pressing a kiss against his lips. It's soft and earnest and exciting. It was a kiss Jason spent lifetimes dreaming about. It was you and completely you.

"Jay, they're beautiful." You say in a breathless laugh. 

Jason looked down at his feet. "I-" was never planning on giving it to you, he thinks. Because, why would you ever love someone like Jason? Especially, after what he'd done to you. 

As if reading his mind, you press your forehead against his. "I love you too, Jay, and you can't argue me out of it. Sorry bud, you're stuck with me."

Jason can't help the smile as it curls on his lips.

He's happy. He's so stupidly happy and he blames you.

"Plus, I already knew."

"Why didn't you say it first?" He asks, his fingers brushing against his tingling lips. 

"Cus," you say, pirouetting away from him, "you wouldn't believe me if I did."

"How-"

You put your hand up. "Trust me, Jay. I've tried before." You tilt your head back looking up at the sky light. The curtain of light fell on you like a spotlight highlighting everything ethereal about you. "Remember in Milan? When I told you I cared about you and you told me I didn't."

Jason remembered that. He was angrier back then. He snarled that to you like some wild animal and threatened to throw you out on your ass if you ever so much as spoke a word of that nonsense again. It was the first time he'd seen you look hurt. You face was wide open with shock.  Jason felt something in his chest tear at that look. He stormed off, leaving you in that room. 

When he came back, you offered him warm tea and a smile. You were quiet, inconsolably quiet.

It didn't…

He didn't…

It didn't occur to him that look in your eyes was heartbreak.

Jason curses under his breath.

You chortle at him, the mirth in your eyes incandescent.

"Yeah. Exactly." You say, clasping your hands behind your back. Jason would like to be buried six feet under with the only words carved into his gravestone 'I am so sorry (Y/n)'.

You snick seeing the look in his eyes. "Or that time in Paris. The one in the little patisserie when I told you in perfect Catalan that you meant more to me than anything else and do you remember what you told me?"

"I told you you were possessed." Jason's shoulders slump. "Please tell me you don't have a third example."

You smile at him pityingly. "I don't-"

"OH THANK FU-"

"I have 50. Well, 51 but the last one didn't count since I was joking that time."

In Jason's mind, his jaw hits the obsidian floor with an audible 'plop'. It would be loud enough that the entire museum would hear it were it real. He blinks at you. "You tried more than 10 times?"

"I was encouraged." You say shrugging.

"Of course, you were," he grumbles and you laugh. Jason's heart skips a beat but he pushes past the feeling in favor of pleading with you. "Please don't list them."

"Oh, I'm not." You hum. 

Jason sighs with relief. 

"I'm gonna leave that to Roy."

"Son of a- He knows?"

You look over your shoulder. "Yeah. Who do you think I complain to?"

"Who else knows?" He asks, trailing behind you as you walk to .... Jason doesn't know at this point and he doubts you do too. 

"Oh just your family."

"I'm surprised they haven't given me shit about it."

"Oh I bullied them into not doing it."

"Impressive." He whistles and you preen. 

"Always," you say smugly. You begin to walk a bit faster, craning your neck. "Now, let's go find out if Dickie installed that bakery I asked for." 

"That's what you're after?" Jason laughs.

"It's a noble goal." You protest. 

"You don't even need to feed."

"I need to feed my inner sweets monster. She's very fussy and is demanding crepes specifically."

Jason smiles softly at you, amused that of all the human traits you could have retained after being turned was a sweet tooth.

"Sorry to tell you doll face, Dickie still hasn't done it."

You look aghast like he'd slapped you in the face with a large baguette. 

"What?!"

"He hasn't put in your suggestion from 10 years ago."

"Where am I supposed to get my fix?"

"Are we still talking about sweets or have you moved on to cocaine?"

"Dunno, have you tried snorting sugar?"

"No. Why- Have you?"

"...my lawyer advised against answering this question."

Jason cackles. "How am I the stupid one?"

"I-" Your scowl turns sickeningly sweet. "Yanno, the third time I tried was when-"

"OK. Stop." Jason's face lights up again. "I give." 

"Pfff." You smile, looking far too pleased with yourself.

Jason straightens up, something sly passing through his eyes. You stop. The look in his eyes makes you nervous. 

"I think I know where you can get something sweet."

You swallow nervously.

Jason leans in. He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath brush against your lips. Nothing else around you seems to exist at the moment. 

You lean in to kiss him but you freeze when you register his voice. 

“I’m taking you downtown. There’s a new bakery there and I heard the crepes were to die for.” He chuckles, turning to walk towards the exit. 

“What the hell?!” You call out falling into step with him. 

He grins down at you, arms folded behind his head. “Something wrong, princess?”

Heat rises in your cheeks and elbow him in the side. 

“I want to take you on a proper date and I sure as hell am not starting here.” He says, rubbing his side and conspicuously not looking at you.  There’s a dust of peach on his face. Your anger fades away. It gives way to a fluttering in your chest. 

“Where?”

He looks at you then, brow furrowed. 

“Why don’t I take you to the fair, princess? There’s plenty of sweet treats there that’ll tickle your fancy.”

Your mouth waters when you think about all the cotton candy they have. 

“I heard there’s a kissing booth too, so if you’re lucky,” Jason continues, winking at you. Predictably, you blanch at him. You knock your knuckles against his chest. Jason chuckles, rubbing his chest. “Sorry princess, I mean if I’m lucky enough to get a kiss from you.”

The temerity. 

The gall. 

“As long as you get me something sweet.” You huff, exiting the building. 

Jason stops on the steps, turning to you with a sly smile. Crossing your arms, you pause bracing for whatever trick is up his sleeve. Jason tilts his head. He says something but the little noises of the city make the words hard to discern. You lean closer to hear him better. Jason steps closer to close the distance, his lips warm against yours. You’re stunned. Your entire body divided on how to react, some parts stiffen while others turn to jelly. 

He pulls away, wolfish grin unwavering. "That sweet enough for you sweetheart?"

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April Brain Rot #7

Prompts:

10. Caught

3. Surprise Hug

(Pokémon AU) Kalim Al Asim x Reader

Summery: It's almost time for your's and Kalim's one year anniversary and you're determined to get him that water type Pokémon he's been wanting for his team. Though, plans do change once in a while- even if they're in the form of saving a baby Oshawott from some crazy rapids.

TW: Fast moving water (?)

Word count: 1,375

A note from Fel: FUCKING- OK- THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVORITES HANDS D O W N. KALIM IS BABY AND I'D KILL FOR JAMIL'S ARBOK- Please, I love Pokémon AUs so much oml Also my gf liked this story a lot so like- *AGGRESSIVE FIST PUMP* ANYWAY! Enjoy!

You had been searching for hours, the tall grass having slapped you in the face one too many times and your pokemon becoming tired from the amount of stubborn pokémon who had jumped out at you. You were hoping that you’d be able to find the perfect pokemon for Kalim- he had been chattering to you about getting a water type pokémon to add to his team, but so far he had no luck. So, with that thought in mind and the looming day of your first anniversary of dating him, you gathered up your wits and continued to push, feeding Sauce, your partner Appletun (Kalim had given him to you as an Applin when he had confessed to you), an Oran Berry as you trudged on. He trilled and rubbed his head against your cheek, resting in your arms.

“We’ll go a little further and then we’ll call it a day- ok, bud?” You laugh as he answers with a happy cry.

The stream you’re following flows in a strong current: branches and leaves rushing down the flow of water. You really hoped a Buizel would come appearing- it would be a good match for Kalim’s performances. At least you think. You’ve never been one to participate in performances, your dream being a famous battle trainer from a young age. It wasn’t until Kalim waltzed into your life that you began to really pay attention to the contests. He always had a way of making a contest something even grander than it already was-

A sharp cry pulls you from your musings and you look to the rushing river to see a small white head bobbing along in the water: an Oshawott.

You frantically look around while you begin running and reach into the pouch that rests on the side of your hip for your Golduck, Delta. You feel the three lines that you etched into her pokéball and throw it; she comes out with a cry, already running alongside you on all fours. “Delta! We have to save the baby!” You point to the crying Oshawott that keeps going beneath the waves. Delta nodded and dove into the water, her strong body cutting through the water easily.

You continue to run, jumping over rocks and pushing tall grass out of your way. You catch sight of a giant log acting as a bridge to the other bank of the stream up ahead and you dart towards it. You set down Sauce before you climb it, it lets out a strained groan as you make your way across it. You wave to Delta, the little Oshawott on her back. She coos at you and brings herself to a stop in the water despite the speed and strength of the current. She takes the baby otter pokémon off of her back and holds them up towards you in her palms. You reach your hands down and loop them around the baby, cradling it towards your chest as you pull out her pokéball and call her back.

The log cracks and begins to give way as you rush back to Sauce, his tiny cry of relief as you hop off the collapsing log. You look at it with wide eyes and back to the Appletun and let out a strained laugh. “That was close, huh?”

He gives you a disgruntled whine.

“Sorry, sorry, bad joke.” You say, looking down at the baby who shivers in your arms, his big, watery eyes staring up at you. “You ok little guy?” You run your finger over the top of his head and he coos and lean into your touch.

You smile, a sudden idea hitting you. “Hey, would you like to meet someone? When we get you cleaned up that is.”

They tilt their head, before he nuzzles into your chest.

You share a look with Sauce before nodding. “I guess that’s a yes.”

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Kalim had been waiting for you in the hotel you had rented, Jamil sitting in the corner petting his Arbok while he read one of the books you had recommended to him. “Do you think they’ll be back soon?” Kalim suddenly asked.

Jamil glances at him before shrugging. “I’m sure they’re fine.”

“I know but I miss them so much.”

“They’ve been gone for a little over an hour. Have patience, Kalim.”

The prince groans, squeezing his Spinda close to him. She chirps and pressed his face with her soft paws, pressing his cheeks together until his lips are puckered and he laughs. “I’m fine, Dizzy! I just miss my love is all.”

Kalim doesn’t notice the silent gag that Jamil does, hugging his Arbok when he catches him making the same face.

The door opens and you’re standing there with dirt on your cheeks and thin scratches littering your exposed skin. “I’m back!”

“(Y/N)!” Kalim cheers, placing Dizzy down and racing towards you.

“Hello, do you need any…” Jamil trails off seeing the towel swaddled… something in your arms (along with the plastic bag holding books). He catches Kalim by the back of the shirt, stopping him.

Kalim goes to ask him what’s wrong when he notices the towel as well. “What’s in it?” He asks.

“Well-” You let out a laugh as the Spinda hugs your leg, looking up at you with a bright smile and swirling eyes. You lean down, pushing the blanket into the crook of one arm, to pat her head before Sauce comes up and nuzzles up to her and she brings him into a hug. “He’s your early anniversary present.”

“He?” Kalim’s eyes begin to sparkle like rubies and Jamil steps closer to look as you tilt the towel towards them.

In the towel lays the baby Oshawott, light snores leaving him as his chest rises up and down. He digs further into the soft fabric, an unconscious sigh leaving him. It takes everything in Kalim not to squeal in delight at the sleeping baby. His hands itching to spoil him. “Where did you find him? He’s just as cute as when Tanzanite was a baby!”

Jamil scoffs. “No one’s as cute as Tanzanite-” he rubs the head of the Arbok who sniffs at the baby before nuzzling his head against the soft fur of the Oshawott’s head- “but he is a close second.”

Tanzanite releases a happy hiss.

“I found him when I was looking for a Floatzel for you.” You say, moving to place the plastic bag on the floor. “Me and Sauce heard him cry and saw him getting washed down the stream, so I sent out Delta to go get him. And, well, I couldn’t just leave the little guy. Also I couldn’t see a mama or anything while I was walking back, he was all alone.” You smile down at the baby as he stretches in your arms, slowly waking up to look at the faces peering at him. He sniffs at the Arbok who hovers in front of him, closing his hood slightly to make himself seem smaller (Jamil hoped the baby wouldn’t start crying, Tanzi always looked so sad when it happened and would hide in the back of the room to not upset them any more). Much to everyone’s delight, the baby cooed and patted his snout with his tiny paw, Tanzi hisses in delight and pressed closer to the happy otter. “I think he’ll be a good match, don’t you, Kali?”

Kalim nodded, jumping on the balls of his feet. “He’s perfect! I love him already!” He holds out his hand to the baby who immediately beams at him. You hand the baby over to Kalim who cradles him to his chest and presses a smooch onto his fuzzy head. He lets out a happy screech, patting at the prince’s chin. Kalim pulls you into a sudden hug with his other arm (that has you letting out a small yelp), the baby being squeezed between the two of you and he lets out happy clicks and snuggles against both of your bodies. “I love you!” Kalim says before he presses a kiss to your lips.

Jamil and Tanzi gag at the display. The trainer high fives Dizzy who copies them and Sauce shakes his head at the three.

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