#not my belly so much although that's present now too more lol

[sea-saur]

i stg this summer is going to be awful with how poorly i'm handling temperature changes on t (i ran hot even before i started), and if i don't get myself a cute summer wardrobe im gonna lose it.

[rosesnink]

Red Threads of Fate (That Binds Us Together) Part One: The World Is a Napkin

Author's Notes

Was I inspired by @thosehallowedhalls 's 30 Days 30 Drabbles to make my own drabbles series? Yes, yes I was. This series won't be a series per se, but rather small drabbles of canon and my own universe with my OC Nerea and her trysts with the Thornes, as well as glimpses with Neera and Trystan, pre and post b1 and 2. I will try to keep them small and simple, but knowing my overperfectionist and wordy self? It'd be hard, lol, I'm recovering from writing +10k word chapters with TCH lol. Enjoy!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes

No beta, we die like men and all that jazz

If you wish to be tagged in my COP stuff, let me know!

All Spanish dialogue will be translated at the end of the fic

Summary: Trystan's curiosity gets the better of her... and Neera

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Pining idiots, mild jealousy

Pairing: F!Trystan x F!MC (Neera Rose) mentions of Vasili Thorne x F!OC & Sebastyan x F!OC (Nerea Rose)

Rating: PG-13

Book: Crimes of Passion

Princess Trystan had noticed two things about Neera when collaborating with Ginovesi Agency: one, she depended too much on cheap ‘migas’ and noodles to eat, and always smiled up when the name ‘Nere <3’ showed up on her phone, which irritated Trystan in a way she was yet to describe.

She always walked away and talked for very long minutes with her. She didn’t know who this Nere was, but she disliked her, and she couldn’t quite place why. She hogged all of Neera’s attention, and had not once showed up to the office.

“So,” she asked Luke, who was tying some complicated computer stuff “who is Nere? Is she Neera’s girlfriend or something?”

Luke stopped in his tracks, turned his gaze to her and looked at the princess like she had just turned blue “Her what now?”

“I mean, she smiles like an idiot when she calls, talk for hours with her and I haven’t met her yet.”

Luke blinked “And you think, just with those facts, that she’s her girlfriend?”

Trystan shrugged, trying to hide her burning jealousy “Isn’t she?”

“No!”

“Then what is she?”

A familiar voice called “Her cousin, to whom she considers a sister.” Trystan turned around to see Mafalda Ginovesi, staring at her gravely “And if Detective Rose were to date someone, it is none of our business, Your Highness. But, if you do consider it your business, then quit beating around the bush. Neera’s smart for clues and deductions, but for dating? She’s as clueless as a cloud.”

Trystan simply nodded. She felt terribly embarrassed, not only by her jealous assumptions, but of how called out she felt. “Got it, boss.”

“Good. Speaking of Detective Rose, she ought to be here soon. Do try to wash off your jealousy while you’re at it, perhaps by browsing at the clues gathered so far.”

Wanting nothing more than to stop being called out, she pretended to browse over the evidence. She found it impossible, for Neera’s fragrance was present in the office: leather, cherry and cheap Red bull. Waiting for Luke to be lost in his computer again, she browsed through her photos: one with her father, who was rather handsome, a beautiful woman with a pregnant belly, taken in the early 90s –Neera’s mother, she supposed—and two teenagers from the 00s posing and smiling wide- It was certainly Neera, and whom she supposed was Nerea: they looked alike, although Nerea’s skin was a bit more tanned than brown like Neera’s, had a sweeter face and a very long, wavy dark brown hair.

Then, it came to her as lightning; she had seen this woman before, somewhere. She quickly whipped out her phone and searched ‘Nerea Rose’. There it was. An academic genius all over the US and Europe: tons of academic credits and titles in Europe, endless essays that were too long for Trystan’s tastes, her Pictagram account, photos with friends, newspapers talking about her… and photos smiling and chatting with two of her brothers: Vasili and Sebastyan.

Not being able to help it, she started reading the articles: she and Vasili seemed like they were a thing, holding hands and some kisses on her hand and his cheek, and then what it seemed like a photo of her confronting him. The same with Sebastyan, but those photos of them being close reeked intense-ness, a very Bas-esque behavior. Then, a photo of her that looked like she was confronting him, and then, they seemed to move on to someone else.

It seemed like she just continued with her life, and quickly whipped out their Picta accounts. Indeed, thenerearosex_. followed them both and seemed to like every photo, though no comment whatsoever. She wondered if Neera knew. Or Luke.

“Morning,” Neera greeted. She stopped when she saw Trystan hovering over her desk, glued to her phone “Uhm, Trystan?” She broke out of her trance “The hell are you doing in my desk?”

She cleared her throat “That your parents? I see where you get your looks, Detective.”

Neera simply glared “Get out of there before I move you.”

She held her hands up “Oh, fine. What do we have today?”

Neera flatly declared “Since we got demoted from the Dormer case, we are retaking possible cheaters.”

Trystan smirked “We?”

Neera took a deep breath “The possible dirtbag is a socialite. I’m taking you because you’re, well, useful. Don’t make me throw you out of the car.”

“That’d be treason.” She mocked.

“I’ll live. Pick your drink of choice and let’s go.”

After a few silent ten minutes, Trystan spoke up “You never told me you had a cousin. Sister? Sister-cousin?”

Neera raised her eyebrow “Who told you?”

“Mafalda,” she tried to sound casual “I Googled her. Seems nice.”

Her expression softened “She is the best of us. If someone deserves to thrive in Europe, it’s her.”

Trystan cleared her throat, slowing down in case this backfired. “I also saw an interesting thing about her when Googling her.”

“And what is that? My sister does many things that gets on the Google page.”

Time to brace for impact “I’ve seen a… few photos of her with two of my brothers. They seemed… close.”

Neera froze. She looked at Trystan like she had just said that the sun was a planet and it revolved around earth.

“Que mi hermana ¿qué?”

Trystan wasn’t fluent in Spanish, but the vermin and anger in her eyes made her park the car on the side of the road.

“It seems that she dated two of my brothers.”

“No.” She spat.

“It seems likely.”

“Lies. Slander!”

“You don’t know that.”

“My sister’s far too smart for your lot.”

Trystan was shocked at her denial “Now that’s a bit—,” Aaaaand she was calling Nerea. She picked up, despite being probably 4 a.m. there “Nere, did I wake you?”

“Kinda. What’s up, Neera?”

“Is it true?” She asked brusquely “That you dated two Thorne princes?”

Her voice was hoarse and confused “Why?”

“You admit it?!”

“Nina, no grites, que son las cinco de la mañana.” She moaned.

“Nina?” Trystan asked.

“Tú callada.” Neera hissed.

“Nina, it was a long time ago. Besides, why do you care? We’re the same age, I can date whoever I want.”

“I just—,”

“I’m going back to bed. And Neera’s friend, perhaps try to calm her down? Sorry about that. Night, Nina.”

She hung up, and Neera grunted. Trystan observed her closely “Would it be so terrible, your sister dating one of my brothers?”

“Yes!” She yelled.

“Why?”

“Because! Because…” She looked at Trystan intensely. The air was thick with tension, and Trystan almost saw longing in Neera’s eyes. They looked at each other’s lip for a nanosecond that flew by too fast “Doesn’t matter. Let’s deal with this cheating dirtbag, hm?”

“Okay…” She was so calling Vasili asking for details later. Neera’s sister seemed like quite the character if she could command the attention of Vasili and Bas.

“Que mi hermana ¿qué?” - My sister what?

Nina, no grites, que son las cinco de la mañana - Nina, don't scream, it's 5 a.m.

Tú callada- You shut up

[dixons-sunshine]

Aaaahhhhh this was even better than I could have ever hoped for! I’m relinquishing my ‘crown’ as the dad!Daryl writer (even though I don’t really see myself as the writer for him as a dad, but a few people have told me that I am) and to you because this was out of this world! Truly a work of art! Please, somebody, get this printed and published as a best seller!

Everytime Daryl said ‘sunshine’ in this, I felt all happy inside and even more like this was dedicated to me (because of my username lol). I counted a total of seven times he called the reader ‘sunshine’ in this, although I could have potentially missed a few.

The archer begged internally to whatever force above that it was not the latter. "Please tell me ya peed yerself..." Daryl mumbled under his shaky breath; already slightly on edge.

Not even gonna lie, that made me laugh so hard. My sister was looking at me in concern.

The thunderstorm hadn't calmed down in the slightest; was raging on and had caused a tree to fall and land in the middle of the street. "Shit... 'S too big ta move it... We have ta take a different road." His eyes landed on you, just like his hand on your swollen belly. "Can ya both hang on a lil' while longer? 'S a stupid question, ain't it?" You shook your head and gave him the most convincing smile you could muster in that moment. "It's not. I-I'll try... Right, peanut?" You addressed your unborn baby. "We'll try."

Aaahhhhh this paragraph as a whole was just amazing!!! And the reader talking to their baby!!! We don’t get to see a lot of that in fics. It’s always mainly Daryl talking to the baby. Don’t get me wrong, that’s cute and adorable and I want more of that in my life, but I wanna talk to my (fictional) baby as well!

I need to write more scenarios of that...

Unfortunately wasn't the fallen tree the only obstacle you had to overcome on your rushed journey to Alexandria... The storm was going on and definitely took its toll on the nature. And that wasn't the only problem... The night had settled over the world and the dead weren't exactly a help as well, and at some point were your contractions only fifteen minutes apart... It was a race against the time now - and your upcoming nerves. The closer you got to actually birthing your child, the worse it became. Fifteen minutes apart and you didn't even know if everything was fine and going the way it should down there. It was excruciating.

The nerves I was feeling during this... I love the way you included the timing between contractions. It made everything feel so much more dire and it had my heart racing omg.

You watched your husband and newborn daughter; a tired, but happy look on your face, and you realised soon, that everything had been worth it... Everything you've gone through. Every obstacle you and Daryl had to overcome, just to get here - to experience this moment. She was worth it.

Excuse me while I go cry over my imaginary family with Daryl because this perfectly encapsulated how I feel about Daryl becoming a dad. He deserves this. Please, give this man his own family.

No words in any dictionary can perfectly describe how I felt reading this. It’s like a birthday present, even if my birthday was (as of today) two months ago. This made me so happy. Thank you so, so much for writing this for me. I don’t know you personally, but I love you so much and I’m giving you a hug right now 💜.

Dad-to-be!Daryl fighting tooth and nail to keep the reader—who’s water had broken while they were on a walking around in the Hilltop—safe while trying to get her back to Alexandria so that Siddiq and Carol can help with the delivery of their little one. (Plus maybe the post-delivery fluff that ensues when Daryl and reader get their first moments alone with their baby.)

No pressure to write this! I just saw your post asking for dad!Daryl requests and had this idea, and thought I’d throw it your way. Love you whether you write this or not. 💜

In the Eye of the Storm

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: You go into labor while staying at the renewed Sanctuary. Daryl has to safely get you back home to Alexandria, of course - through a thunderstorm...

Warnings: usual TWD stuff, pregnancy, childbirth, baby things, mentions of blood, weapons, quite a bit angst, fluff, protective!Daryl

I tried to write this as accurate as possible. I'm no expert, heh.

Set in the beginning of season 9!

Word Count: 4,5k (whoops)

a/n: I'm not kidding when I say that I literally pounced that request. Gods, I loved to write this! Thanks for requesting, @dixons-sunshine ! I hope I did this justice! 🥹

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Daryl had a critical gaze directed at the darkening sky above him. The wind had picked up; bringing dark clouds over the Sanctuary. A thunderstorm was approaching - and fast.

Unbeknownst to him, had the archer started to chew on the inside of his bottom lip; causing you to gently squeeze his side. "Earth to Mr. Dixon," you giggled; trying to get his attention. "You okay, Dar?" The archer blinked and lowered his gaze back to you - his wife, who was neatly tucked against his side on a walk through the yard of the renewed Sanctuary; past the not yet growing crops which had been planted. You smiled up at him - slightly grimaced, but you smiled. He shook his head; "I shoulda been askin' you tha', sunshine..." eyes drifting to your prominent baby bump. You took a deep breath, but nodded. "Just Braxton Hicks, you know..."

Daryl's eyes drifted from your eyes to your (yet) unborn baby and back; a mix of worry and fear swimming in his blue-greyish orbs. You could tell. "Ya been havin' them already the whole day... Since we got up this mornin'. Ya sure this ain't the real thing?" Now you were the one shaking your head. "No. I promise, we're okay." "A'righ'." The archer jutted his chin towards the factory and looked back up in the sky. "Let's get ya back inside," he prompted and gave your hip a soft squeeze, before he started to walk; urging you on to follow. You nodded and scrunched your nose. "Yeah... Looks like rain."

With the first roll of thunder, Daryl closed the door behind you and him, without his hand leaving your body for even a second. He was so adamant to always be by your side; steady you and help you walk, it was ridiculously cute. It made you fall in love with the archer even more - not knowing it was even possible.

You giggled; one hand on the small of your back, the other on top of your belly. "Babe, you know I can stand on my own, right?" "Don care. Want ya close. 'Specially round 'ere... Ain't trustin' 'em..." You knew of course what he meant. The smile on your face immediately vanished; replaced by a concerned frown.

You understood Rick's intention; wanting to make Carl's last wish true. You'd do the same for your own child - within a heartbeat. You just didn't understand why Rick had charged Daryl of all people with the supervision of the Sanctuary. Sure, he was his bother, his right-hand-man, the one he possibly trusted most besides Michonne, but... After everything Daryl has been through here? After all the psychological torture? You knew it wasn't easy for your husband to be here. Even though he didn't say anything. You could feel it.

You took a step towards the archer; invading his space. Placing a hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, you scanned his face. "Daryl... You... You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be the one having to do this. I'll have a-" You stopped dead in your sentence; eyes widening and heart leaping into your throat at the feeling you had just experienced. Daryl was immediately on alert; completely ignoring what you had just said. "Y/N?! Wha's goin' on?!" His free hand came to rest on the bump which was his child instantly.

You swallowed hard; taking a step away from him again and looked down yourself. A prominent wet patch was spreading across the crotch and inner thighs of your maternity sweatpants. "I-I think..." Your husband's eyes followed yours quick; realisation dawning on him right away. It could mean only two things...

1) You peed yourself.

Or

2) Your water broke.

The archer begged internally to whatever force above that it was not the latter. "Please tell me ya peed yerself..." Daryl mumbled under his shaky breath; already slightly on edge. It wasn't a fortunate moment for the baby to make their appearance... You were at the Sanctuary, for God's sake! Rosita and Eugene were the only one here you could truly trust. Not much medical supplies and even less people who knew how to birth a baby either.

"I-I'm honestly not sure, Dar..." He nodded; trying to keep his calm. "A'right. Let's, uh, get ya in a fresh pair of pants 'n check?" "Uh.Huh," you answered; nervously nibbling on your lip as well. You actually didn't want to 'do this to Daryl' now, but it wasn't like you could take a pick. It wasn't in your hands... It was in the tiny hands of the peanut living in your belly.

You felt your husband's strong arm around your waist once again; supporting you as best as he could and helping you to walk through the darkish, grey hallways of the 'former' enemies hideout and towards your shared room.

After the sweatpants and your panties were not much longer on your body, you and Daryl realised quickly that you did certainly not pee yourself. It was a different... substance - which meant the one thing the both of you hoped it wouldn't be... Your water broke.

"O-Oh, fuck, that's..." You cut off your own sentence; "W-What are we, uh, going to do now?" swallowing hard and balancing on one foot, while you gripped Daryl's shoulder as he helped you step inside a fresh pair of underwear and sweatpants.

The archer looked up at you; panic swimming in his blue-grey orbs. You could tell that his mind was working on overdrive to find an answer to your question. "I-I dunno, sunshine, I-" He inhaled a deep breath; eyes darting around the room. "Ya can't have the peanut here... 'S no doctor 'round. I ain't risking tha'..." Daryl shook his head and stood up; palms immediately lading on your hips. "W-We gotta get ya back to Alexandria. To Siddiq. Now." You nodded; clenching your jaw at the incoming contraction - and Daryl noticed, of course. "'N we gotta time 'em contractions. C'mon."

Trusting your husband and his decision making blindly, you quickly threw a few things you might needed in Daryl's beige backpack, while he was informing Rosita about the situation you found yourself in.

It didn't take the archer more than a few minutes to return to your side; giving you a helping hand and finally walking you back to the door, which led to the yard - but once he opened it, a harsh breeze hit him (and you) instantly; rain splattering across your faces.

Fuck... The thunderstorm... Daryl had totally forgotten about the weather conditions; too occupied with you and the baby. You did, too.

"Fuckin' shit," the archer cursed under his breath; trying to shield you from the rain with his broad body. "Well, that's gonna be a fun car ride, eh?" You halfway joked; trying to lift the mood, but without success. "I'll get the truck; park as close as somehow possible. No matter wha'... We have ta get ya back home."

The Sanctuary had borrowed a truck from the Hilltop for moving things and other 'heavy' stuff. It was the only car option Daryl got. Of course he couldn't take his bike. Hell no.

"Ya wait inside. Don want ya ta get wet 'n cold." You nodded; bracing yourself beside the door against the wall. "Ya good bein' alone?" Once again you nodded; giving him another half-smile. "Go." He gave you a last once over, before he stepped out in the rain to get the truck.

Soaked to the bones, he helped you down the stairs then and outside; sitting you in the passenger seat of the truck; not letting go of you for even a second. "Y-You're soaked, baby..." You noticed with a furrowed brow; concerned. "You'll catch a cold if you-" Your husband immediately interrupted you; shaking his head and squeezing your hand. "Doesn't matter. This ain't 'bout me. 'S 'bout ya 'n the baby."

You knew that arguing would be just a waste of time. It wouldn't help. And honestly were you way too tensed and stressed to discuss. So you said nothing.

"Ya comfortable, sunshine? Tha' okay fer now?" His voice was on edge. You could see how hard he was trying to not lose it. This spurred you even more on to keep a cool head yourself. After all, this was your first birth. Your first child. You wanted to panic and give into the nervousness, concern and fear, but you knew you couldn't. You had to try at least. For Daryl.

You nodded and gave him a soft smile. "Y-Yeah, I- We're good, I-I think. Thanks, babe." The small smile he gave you was sloshing over with nervosity and concern, but he tried as well.

Daryl quickly rounded the car and got inside the driver's seat; immediately starting the engine. "Let's get ya home." He started to drive, while you tried to focus on your breathing like Carol taught you. Both your hands splayed on your big baby bump; feeling the subtle movements of the child within you.

Some time passed until the next contraction hit you. You breathed through it; grimacing. "Damnit..." You gasped once the waves of pain subsided; noticing how Daryl gazed back and forth between a watch around his wrist you never saw before and the street. "Been 'bout forty minutes since the last one." You swallowed hard. "T-That's already quite close, isn't it?" He shrugged his shoulder. "I dunno, but... Feels like it." You shifted slightly in your seat and placed a hand on Daryl's hand, which was gripping the gear shift for dear life. "We're gonna make it, 'kay? Everything's gonna be okay," you tried to reassure Daryl - and yourself. You could see how he chewed on his bottom lip. "Shouldn't 'ave taken ya with me... Shoulda left ya back home where ya 'n the baby 'r safe 'n taken care of. Hell, I shouldn't 'ave left at all... 'S my fault tha' we gotta do this now."

You immediately shook your head and gave his hand another squeeze. "Dar, this is everything, but your fault. I was the one encouraging you to go... And I practically begged you to take me along, because I can't stand to be away from you - especially now. I knew the risk, but I made the decision. If anyone's to blame, it's me." Your husband just scoffed at your words and just as he actually wanted to answer, the sight of the street a few miles ahead forced him to stop the truck.

The thunderstorm hadn't calmed down in the slightest; was raging on and had caused a tree to fall and land in the middle of the street. "Shit... 'S too big ta move it... We have ta take a different road." His eyes landed on you, just like his hand on your swollen belly. "Can ya both hang on a lil' while longer? 'S a stupid question, ain't it?" You shook your head and gave him the most convincing smile you could muster in that moment. "It's not. I-I'll try... Right, peanut?" You addressed your unborn baby. "We'll try."

Unfortunately wasn't the fallen tree the only obstacle you had to overcome on your rushed journey to Alexandria... The storm was going on and definitely took its toll on the nature. And that wasn't the only problem... The night had settled over the world and the dead weren't exactly a help as well, and at some point were your contractions only fifteen minutes apart... It was a race against the time now - and your upcoming nerves. The closer you got to actually birthing your child, the worse it became. Fifteen minutes apart and you didn't even know if everything was fine and going the way it should down there. It was excruciating.

"Sonofabitch," you suddenly heard Daryl exclaim, which snapped you out of your thoughts. Lifting your gaze, you instantly understood what caused his small outburst... A few walkers were exactly in your way; stuck in the rain soaked, muddy ground. "Have ta get rid of 'em, sunshine," Daryl stated and already moved to unsheathe his knives from their confines; his barely dried clothes about to get soaked all over again. "I-I can help-" "Hell nah," he cut you off immediately; scoffing. "Yer stayin' right here inside the truck where ya 'r safe. I ain't riskin' a damn thing. Gotta keep ya safe." You nodded in defeat; realising once more that arguing wouldn't get you anywhere.

Daryl gave you a stern but loving look, before he took a deep breath and exited the truck. Anxiously, you watched your husband fighting off the undead threat. Sure, most of them were kinda stuck, but the noises had attracted more walkers... The headlights of the truck provided enough light for you to see what was going on in front of you, but not besides and certainly not behind the vehicle. The relentless rain made it difficult to see straight as well, and when another, much worse contraction hit you and the pain managed to blur your vision entirely, you lost sight of Daryl. Sweat was dripping over your brow as you couldn't hold back the scream which wanted to break free from your lips; hands clutching your baby bump. "O-Oh f-fuck..." Your fingers clenched into fists as you tried to breathe through the contraction. Agonisingly slow subsided the pain; leaving you breathless. You looked around through the windows; trying to find your husband. But you couldn't see him. It was quiet. Except for the running engine and the rain drumming down on the truck.

"D-Daryl?!" You called out; knowing very well that he couldn't hear you. Uneasiness crept up in you; threatening to cut off your airways and sent your anxiety skyrocketing. It didn't help that you were on edge already... What if something happened to him? What if he got bit? What if he...? Your brain already conjured the worst case scenarios, as suddenly two pale hands slammed against the window pane beside you; the tow curling growl almost giving you a heart attack. "Fucking hell!" You squeaked and clutched your now rapidly beating heart.

The hands clawed and scratched at the wet glass - but to your sheer endless relief didn't they stay long. With a dull thud hit the undead man's skull the window; blood splattering everywhere, before it got slowly washed away. The hands stilled, before they entirely disappeared. Blinking, you watched it happen, still somewhat caught up in your thoughts. But then, the driver's door got opened and slammed quickly shut again. A familiar grunt urged to your ears - and you could've cried of relief and happiness.

"Daryl!" You more or less whimpered; shifting in your seat as good as you could and turned to him; taking in his water and blood soaked appearance. Some blood was on his cheeks and water dripped down his long, brown hair. You reached for him; grabbed onto his wet sweatshirt and slippery vest. "A-Are you okay? I-I lost sight of you a-and..." You hiccuped; taking a deep breath. The archer immediately nodded and leaned in for a sweet, soft kiss; letting you feel that he was alive and well, before he moved to take your hands in his bigger ones. "'M good, sunshine. 'S a'right. 'M here." His blue eyes scanned your body then; lips pressed together in worry. "Wha' 'bout you?"

You swallowed hard. "H-Had another contraction..." His eyes widened. "Darlin', you had one barely ten minutes ago..." "I know." Daryl looked at you a few moments longer, before he gently let go of your hands and gripped the steering wheel instead. "We gotta keep movin'," he mumbled and kept on driving - and you knew he was right.

Luckily the truck didn't get stuck in the muddy mess ahead of you... That would've been the cherry on top.

It took you longer than planned to drive back to Alexandria, but in the end you finally made it - most likely just in time. You swore you were never that happy before to see the familiar gates of the place you called home. Daryl felt the same. You could tell.

The thunder and lighting had ceased by now. It was still raining, but not as bad. Due to the bad weather conditions was nobody on watch, but the archer knew that at least one person was positioned up in the windmill; looking out for threats from up there. So, he gave whoever was up there a sign; flashing the truck head lights three times and signalling that friends were standing in front of the walls and not enemies.

"Jus' a few minutes longer, sunshine. Almost there," Daryl tried to reassure you as he gently squeezed your hand. You just nodded; occupied with taking deep breaths.

Moments later, the gates got opened for Daryl to drive through, which he immediately did and headed straight for the infirmary; parking the car as close as he could get.

The approaching headlights must've caught Siddiq's attention, since the doctor immediately went to the door; trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. He watched the archer quickly rounding the vehicle; getting soaked in the rain a third time. "Daryl?!" Siddiq called out; switching on his porch light. "What-" Daryl didn't let the man finish; cut him off mid sentence as he opened the door and helped you out. "Need yer help! Y/N's in labor!"

Siddiq didn't need more information. He knew and was immediately on high alert. The doctor opened the door and let the both of you in; instantly helping Daryl to steady you. Usually, he would've asked about your condition, but Siddiq knew the moment he saw you. "How far apart are the contractions?" You wanted to answer, but Daryl did for you. "'Bout six minutes." The black haired man nodded, "You got here just in time, I'd say." and helped you sit on the bed inside the room he had led you and Daryl in. "I'm afraid we have to get you out of these..." Siddiq nodded at your sweatpants. "Daryl, would you...?" Your husband's eyes were locked on you as he nodded slowly. "Yeah, I got it. C'mon, sunshine."

While Daryl helped you shimmy down your pants and panties, Siddiq prepared some things he needed in the upcoming hour(s)... Towels, gloves and some other medical stuff.

"Alright. I have to check on you. Is that alright?" Siddiq asked carefully; knowing how... protective and territorial the other present man in the room could get. You nodded; trying your hardest to not scream due to the contraction you were going through. The doctor noticed and placed a reassuring hand on your knee. "Deep breaths, Y/N. We got this, okay?" You gave your friend another nod, before he went to check as soon as your contraction subsided again.

"You're about eight centimetres dilated, I'd say." "'N tha' means?" Daryl spoke up with your hand neatly tucked in his, as he was standing by your side. "Two more and she'll be able to start pushing. Means, your baby will see the light of day in the next one or two hours." The colour visibly drained from the archer's face. He knew that he'd be a dad soon, but... That soon? You, on the contrary just groaned and threw your head against the pillow. "Thank fuck. I want this to be over... Hurts like a bitch - and I finally want to hold my baby."

Siddiq witnessed both very different reactions and tried to hide a smile; quickly deciding to give the soon-to-be-dad a little task to keep him from freaking out.

"Daryl?" The archer's gaze lifted from where he was staring at the floor and gnawing nervously on his thumb. "Could you get Carol? I might need her assistance." Daryl frowned in confusion, but the feeling which started to flood his veins was happiness. "She's here?" Siddiq nodded with a smile. "Yes. She was on the road and decided to stay for a few days. Might as well call it providence." The man nodded; shaking a few bangs of wild brown curls from his face and nibbled on his bottom lip again, but turned to you; needing your permission. "'S a'right if I go 'n get 'er, darlin'?" You nodded; sweat doting your forehead. "As long as you'll come back to me... Go. I'm in good hands." Your husband gave you a loving look and gently squeezed your hand, before he let go to get himself soaked in rain again - for the nth time... Not that he cared, though.

The archer didn't even had to ask where to look for his best friend. He knew. After all has she been sharing a house with the both of you, before she moved to the Kingdom. Where else to look but there

Opening the main door, he stepped inside; calling out for his friend. "Carol?!" It didn't take long for the grey haired woman to peak out from the kitchen in the hallways; frowning. The frown immediately vanished, though, when she saw who the 'intruder' was... "Daryl?" A bright smile darted over her face, as she quickly bridged the distance to hug her best friend. They hadn't seen each other in a while after all.

"Ya good?" He simply asked; definitely enjoying the embrace of the woman he got luckily stuck with since the very beginning of this shit show. "Yeah, I am. What about you? And especially Y/N?" Daryl instantly retreated from the hug; a frightening, but also happy look on his face. "W-Well, uh... S-She's in labor. 'S why I brought 'er back here... Siddiq sent me ta ask for yer help..." Carol's eyes widened, but she immediately scrambled for the kitchen to turn off the stove. "Of course, I'm coming to help! Can't miss my best friend becoming a daddy, can I?"

Daryl blinked. "Best friend? Really?" Carol ignored his sceptical question and grabbed him by the shoulders instead; turning him around and maneuvering him towards the door. There were more important things to do now than discuss that.

Siddiq's predictions had been quite on spot. About one and an half hour, quite a few painful contractions and several tiring and debilitating pushes later, you finally held your baby in your arms. Since the doctor's announcement that you gave birth to a - as far as he could tell, healthy little girl, Daryl's mind had gone blank. He was physically present, but mentally, he was somewhere lost in a haze; trying to process the life-changing information... A girl. His daughter. He was a father now. A father!

Of course, you noticed. Carol and Siddiq did, too and all of you decided to give him the space and time he needed right now; just letting him stare at the white wall across your bed.

Only once the afterbirth was done, you getting cleaned up as well as the baby, the umbilical cord cut by Carol (Daryl would've most likely fainted if he was asked to do it. He already looked as white as a ghost...), a few further instructions and information shared by both your friends, and your newborn daughter wrapped up in a diaper and a slightly too big beige romper suit with cute teddy bears on it, you decided to try to guide your husband out of the haze he still was in. Especially now that you were given some time alone...

"Daryl?" You called out softly; voice barely above a whisper to not startle him. He didn't react, so you tried again... Same result. Freeing a hand from the baby tucked against your chest, you reached out to gently touch his arm. "Babe..." You whispered; letting your palm glide down the length of the limb and brushing the clammy skin of his hand. "Hey..." That seemed to finally do the trick...

The archer blinked and redirected his glance; eyes focusing on you instead. "'M sorry, sunshine, I-" His words quickly died in his throat, when he finally saw his daughter nestled against you; greedily suckling on your exposed right breast and making the cutest little noises he had ever heard. You smiled tiredly and slipped your fingers through his; giving them a soft squeeze. "Your baby girl, Daryl... Your daughter..." He swallowed and lifted his free hand; almost hesitatingly hovering over the infant, before his pointer finger came into contact with her soft cheek.

Daryl gasped; releasing a breath he didn't even know he was holding. You watched the interaction with loving eyes; only now noticing that the small girl had stopped nursing and was wriggling around in your hold instead. Her eyes were closed and she had her legs pulled up against her belly; tiny fingers clenching and unclenching.

Your husband had cupped her head now, which was covered in a dark brown fuzz. "She's perfect, darlin'..." Daryl whispered after a long moment; smiling that smile you loved so much.

"Do you want to hold her?"

That question caused Daryl's hand to immediately stop caressing his daughter's head. "I-I..." He stammered; nervous, yet with such a strong urge. "Y-Yeah, I... I wanna hold 'er." You patted the empty space on the bed beside you. "C'mere, then." The archer followed your 'command' and switched from the chair to sit on the bed. Only now did you notice that he hadn't changed yet and that the shirt he wore was still damp. Worry roared to life within you. You didn't want him to catch a cold or even something worse...

"Baby, you should change... I don't want you to get sick..." Daryl shook his head. "Do want ta leave ya..." "I know..." You bit your lip; uncertain if you should propose the suggestion in your mind or not. "Then, uh... How about you take the shirt and vest off? Carol and Siddiq won't be here for at least another hour and skin-on-skin contact with your daughter would be good, too... Helps her bond with you." You gave him a soft smile. "It's your decision, though. I won't force you to do anything."

You could practically see the gears turning in your husband's head, but in the end he nodded and started to peel the damp clothes off his upper body. Once he was shirtless, you started to transfer the little girl over to her father. "Make sure to support her head, Dar," you instructed him; noticing his eager nod, and suddenly was the infant tucked in the crook of his arm. She snuggled against his bare chest; definitely enjoying the warmth of his skin.

And suddenly the world stopped to turn around Daryl.

He gazed down at the tiny human being he helped create - and she was the most wonderful, beautiful creature his eyes had ever seen (besides you, of course). Love flooded his veins; heart threatening to slosh over with the warm feeling.

Yes... He'd rip the world apart to keep her safe. Anything. Just to make sure his girls were protected.

You watched your husband and newborn daughter; a tired, but happy look on your face, and you realised soon, that everything had been worth it... Everything you've gone through. Every obstacle you and Daryl had to overcome, just to get here - to experience this moment. She was worth it.

You smiled. Yeah... You could definitely get used to Daryl being a dad...

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[ask-feederjin]

How is Jungkook losing his mobility? I want to know how much Jungkook weighs! and how it is to eat <3

Heya! JK here!

Surprised? >_< I’d hope so! I AM the first of the guys to figure out Jin’s password, after all!

You see, we kinda had a competition going to see who got to have their own solo post first. It got a bit heated though, so Jin (ever the peacekeeper lol) changed the password and has been making us guess and guess and guess, for weeks!

Well! I got it!

...on accident.

God, he’s such a goober. I had requested that Jin get me a two liter coke for this trilogy I was gonna marathon, and so when he handed it over I just said, “You’re the best, Jin!”

He busted out that weird honky laugh of his and revealed that that was literally the password! A very specific compliment! I just can’t with this guy!

Anyways, I won and that means that I have an entire three days with the blog to myself! So, if you have any questions to ask me, now would be the time to do so ;)

...

Oh crud, the ask…

Whoops, this is actually a little harder than Jin makes it out to be. I got a bit sidetracked, Anon. Sorry! I’ll answer now:

So, it's a yes and a no in the mobility department. Yes, I’m way less fit than I used to be, but no I’m still just as mobile :’(

I may get more tired out doing things, but not to the point of actual difficulty. So sad. Even after gaining nearly 50 pounds and switching to a completely sedentary lifestyle, I only get out of breath when pushing myself.

You might recall that one video Jin posted a bit back with me in it? Yeah, that’s still how I am. Medium/low stamina, high horny.

Since it’s been a month though, I’ll attach a quick mirror selfie. Just for you anon ;)

-

A picture had been embedded into the post’s body. It was an image taken of Jungkook standing in his room holding his phone in front of his chest. The youngest’s face seemed a touch rounder than it was in the last video. His neck too, as if all the dips and crevices had filled in more over the past month.

The hands holding his phone had gotten the same treatment it seemed, as although they were the same size, the bumps and veins usually present had softened. Behind his hands, Jungkook’s chest protruded slightly more than before. His tiny starter breasts from the video were replaced with real moobs this time. Pointed and plump, they drooped slightly as if drawn towards the main attraction. His belly.

It seemed to have divided itself into two sections, none too large, just more than enough to preview where he’ll fill out in the coming months. The bottom section itself was cut in two by the black elastic of Jungkook’s dark blue boxers, the fabric covered pudge meeting his hips to form a delicious spare tire. Trapped by what was had to once be loose fabric, Jungkook’s ass bloomed full, thighs stuffed.

In the background of the room, empty bottles of soda, candy wrappers and DVD cases littered the ground. A large comfortable looking bed was shown off to the side of the image, a cozy purple comforter peeled back to reveal soft black sheets.

-

For the second part of you’re question, I weigh 197 pounds last we checked. Nearly at my first goal of 200! Exciting right?

I eat well, of course! I’m honestly completely stuffed 100% of the time, even in the middle of the night! I have an alarm that wakes me up so that I can have a few snacks (okay, a lot of snacks) before brushing my teeth and going back to sleep. My sleep cycle isn't the best, but it does help me stay lazy with naps during the day ;)

Anyway, that was super fun! Feel free to ask me more questions and I’ll do my best to answer ^_^

[merv606]

hello, love your abo verse <3 how did they meet? when did terry decide daniel was his omega? was daniel ever with an alpha before this? did daniel want children or did terry convince him? do they want any more kids? how long would terry wait before knocking daniel up again? does daniel like being pregnant or not?

Sorry this took so long! It required some thought.

Also, thanks so much 🥰

I’ll be honest, i’m not sure if you mean a post as I have no idea if I’ve posted anything about ABO on Tumblr lol

I’m terrible at keeping track of things or remembering HCs that I’ve shared or just thought about 😆

I assume you mean the story (You’re) Having My Baby and not Heir to My Father’s (Mis)Fortunes as the questions don’t seem to fit for the later.

The new one, Like Father, Like Daughter, is a WIP and I only moved Heat off Anon after this question so I’ll answer it for that.

If that’s not right, feel free to shoot another ask.

Not spicy just long 😆 questions seems to be more general than horny on main

I imagine they still met the same way, and that Terry recognized right away, from scent along that Daniel was his mate.

Called the whole thing off to claim the little omega as his rightful mate.

I’m a sucker for Daniel not realizing he’s an omega until he meets Terry - aka the right Alpha - which forces a heat so they can bond.

Also, there’s late presenting Omega - thinking he’s broken until he meets Terry and has a heat is also near and dear to my heart.

Terry of course would be insufferable about how he was the only Alpha to inspire that in Daniel.

So that thinking, Terry would be his first (and only).

But,

If Daniel was every with an alpha before, they were subpar and not the one for him. Inferior Alphas Terry calls them.

Daniel always wanted kids - just how he was for example, with the little girl he saved in KK2 - and to be honest Ralph is such a dad so it’s hard not to HC Daniel as anything but.

They want more. It’s one thing they were always in sync with - a big family.

Daniel is an only child and I imagine Terry was too so they want their child to have a sibling.

Terry regrets not breeding Daniel sooner and he’s so taken with his pregnant mate - all those changes are because of him after all - that I’d say as soon as the first baby is born and it’s safe, he’s going to set to work getting him with child.

I think once he accepts Terry’s help and the changes he’s going through, and realizes how much Terry loves it, then he embraces it to.

Although he sets down some rules in the beginning when Terry won’t let him lift a finger.

Terry doesn’t listen initially, until one night he puts the Alpha on his back and sinks down, riding them both to orgasm.

After that, Terry calms a bit on that front and doesn’t treat his mate like he’d made of glass.

He’s protective though - he was even before Daniel was pregnant - but now he’s that much more now and he will not budge on that. Daniel has to act like it doesn’t make him hot as hell. Terry can tell though, he can smell how wet Daniel gets.

Daniel hates the morning sickness, as does Terry. He hates not being able to make things right for his little mate, and to be honest the baby kicking is a weird feeling to him, although Terry loves nothing more than to have his hands on Daniel at all times, when possible, to feel it. Daniel finds it funny that the baby is always so active when Terry talks to them through his stomach.

His favourite thing is to sit in the V of Terry’s legs, back on his broad chest, as Terry rubs his belly and aching chest.

They both definitely love how insatiable Daniel is - I mean, he wants Terry all the time (and Terry wouldn’t let him out of bed if he had his way) and their sex life was nothing if not active before, but he’s been voicing his wants more, becoming the little power bottom Terry knew he could be.

Terry always gets up with Daniel when he has to feed the baby, not matter how late or early in the morning. In the quiet of the night especially, he sits and watches his mate tend to their baby. Sometimes Daniel is exhausted and half asleep if it’s been a difficult day, while Terry sings to their daughter.

He smiles softly when Terry takes the baby to burp her, marvelling always at how gentle the Alpha is with her, so small in his large hands, and watches him lay her in her crib before lifting Daniel up and helping him back to bed.

So yeah, even if there were some parts of the pregnancy he’s not eager to do again, he can’t argue the results.

[fangroyal]

#3 What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Fun Meta Asks for Writers

Adding the link to the ask game at the start this time, 'cause this is gonna be a long one, y'all. 😂

Where do I even begin? First of all, @angie-leena​, thank you so SO much for sending me this ask! It was the kick in the ass I needed to get me to actually write this scene, and for that I’m extremely grateful. I still don’t know if I’m entirely happy with the finished product, but it exists now, and that’s something.

So some of you may remember (if anyone actually follows my ramblings, haha!) that I’ve been simultaneously complaining about and obsessing over this gigantic WIP I’ve had since fucking March 2019. Nearly two and a half years have passed since I put the first word to paper, and oh how I’ve loved to cry out in frustration about how I have about 12k written on the stupid thing and yet not a single scene finished.

AT LEAST

NOT UNTIL TODAY

YES, I’VE DONE IT. I’ve finished a scene on this amazing, wonderful, and incredibly stupid WIP, and I could just cry.

FYI for anyone who doesn’t know what the fuck I’m talking about (which I’m sure is everyone, ‘cause I don’t expect anybody to remember this insane thing I’ve been shouting about all this time, LOL): this is the Slytherin My Gryffindor WIP. Yes, that is a working title. 😅 I will find a better one.....some day.......Ron/Draco is the main pair, but there will also be plenty of others sprinkled in the background.

Anyway, about this ask and that context I haven’t been arsed to write yet...

Context required in order to understand this scene 😂:

Fred Lives AU

The Muggle world and the Wixen world has kind of mixed in recent years, and it’s very common for magical people to be using Muggle technology

The Weasley twins have opened a second shop in Diagon Alley...selling sex toys (yes, really)

Their first original product line issssssss..........dildoes shaped like the Weasley brothers’ own dicks (and a fleshlight kind of thing for Ginny)

Yes this is crack!fic (but, like, also not???)

Ron has been made general manager of the shop and is there all the time, as they’re incredibly busy

Draco wants 👏 that 👏 D 👏, but is worried about Ron finding out, so keeps coming into the shop randomly hoping he won’t be there (and of course he always is)

Eventually there’s a day where Ron’s in the backroom, Charlie’s visiting and helping out at the register, and when Ron emerges, Charlie informs him that Draco Malfoy has just run in and bought Ron’s dildo

Cue Ron being incredibly turned on by this notion

So that pretty much brings us up-to-speed for this scene - it’s been a few days now, and Ron’s been trying to figure out a way to contact Draco to talk to him about the whole thing, since they never became friends or anything after the war and don’t regularly talk unless they’re just seeing each other around

The fic is meant to touch on, like...fame in the aftermath of the war (i.e. why anyone would be interested in sex toys modelled after the Weasley siblings in the first place)

Ron has evolved from his teenage self and grown to hate the fame - it prevents him from being able to date, because the press can never let him keep anything private

After this scene, the fic will focus on Ron and Draco developing a sexual - and eventually romantic - relationship (originally under the guise of “testing out” other products from the shop together)

They will try their best to keep their relationship a secret, but, like...everyone knows 😘😘😘

Also Draco is a model in this one (not important for this scene, but just thought you might want to know 😂)

In addition, some warnings/content to make note of before reading:

NC-17 (smut incoming!)

Technology circa 2005

Phone sex

Semi-public sex

Sex toys

Both Ron and Draco are a little drunk (but very consenting!)

Crack taken way too seriously

Of course, this hasn't been betaed or Britpicked, so I apologize for how very rough it is right now, lol. It will likely be a little (or a lot!) different if I ever actually finish this whole fucking fic and post it later on. I am treating this scene like a “sneak peek” of the fic, because I definitely do still want to try to finish it someday...

HOLY SHIT, I had a LOT more to say about it than I thought. 😅 So anyway. Scene under the cut.

Friday night at the Dragon's Head was packed. It took a bit of initiative, but Ron, Seamus, and Dean finally managed to snag them all a table in the back corner, hoarding the extra seats till Harry and Neville finally arrived, trailed closely by Ginny and Parkinson ― who were curiously short one blond wizard.

Ron tried not to think about it. He bought the first round with Harry, listening to him chat about the recent Puddlemere match against the Magpies. They ordered nibbles for the table. Ron munched on chips, his heart skipping every time the door opened across the room and another few patrons trickled in.

He was on his third pint of the evening when he started getting antsy. He sipped his Simison, using the light smoke curling around the rim of the glass to discreetly glance around the pub, hoping to spot a familiar head of blond hair in the crowd. His foot tapped impatiently on the floor.

"Is he coming, then?"

Ron's head snapped to attention. Ginny checked the door as well before turning back to Parkinson.

"Who?" Neville asked, snagging a vinegar-soaked chip from the bowl in the center of the table.

"Malfoy," Ginny said, craning her neck to see her girlfriend's screen.

Parkinson tapped away on her mobile, shaking her head. "No. Says he's already curled up with a bottle of wine and a good book, and doesn't fancy getting all done up."

Fucking hell. Ron drained the dregs at the bottom of his glass. It wasn't often Malfoy joined them on a mostly-Gryffindor outing ― not unless Parkinson could convince him. Somehow, Ron felt he should've known it wouldn't be in the cards tonight. Conversation pivoted again, and Ron ran his fingers up the sides of his empty pint, thinking.

At some point, Seamus and Harry set off to get another round, and Ginny hurried away with them after a quick peck to Parkinson's cheek. Neville and Dean had gotten into a chat about proper Mimbulus mimbletonia care, and Ron saw his chance. He could feel his heart start to thud in his chest as he cleared his throat, raising his voice to catch her attention.

"Parkinson?"

She turned back from watching Ginny leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes?"

"Think you could give me Malfoy's number?"

The smirk she gave him in response made his hands shake a little as they drummed against the tabletop.

"Whatever for?"

Ron stared her down, knowing full well any excuse he told her would never be enough. Parkinson's expression was predatory ― as if she already knew the answer anyway. He waited for her to comment, bracing himself.

To his surprise, she instead dug her mobile back out of her handbag.

She turned the screen towards him, and he typed the number directly into the dialer on his phone. He waited a few minutes until everyone ― Parkinson included ― had moved on to other things and forgotten about him, and then slipped from the table.

Ron shouldered his way through the crowd to the loo, pushing inside and locking the door behind him. It was a small room, hardly bigger than a broom closet. There was a toilet and a sink, a grimy mirror hanging above it, and a dim ceiling lamp that barely lit the space.

Ron backed up to one side of the room and slumped against the wall. He gripped the phone in clammy hands. Those pints had picked a perfect moment to hit him all at once. Ron blinked away the creeping dizziness, staring down at the numbers glowing dauntingly on the tiny screen. He'd been unable to get it out of his mind for days ― the image of Malfoy riding his dildo ― and now that he had a way to contact him, he was frozen. The leaky faucet dripped, the sound maddening as it mingled with the rush of blood in his ears. This was stupid. This was so bloody stupid.

He hit call.

Ron held his breath, cupping the phone to his ear. The line rang and rang, until he started to realize he didn't have a plan B. What if Malfoy didn't answer? What if he had to leave a voicemail? What would he even say? He should've just texted him, damn it.

Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped. There was rustling and a mumbled, "Bloody useless thing." Then, louder, "Yes?"

"Malfoy?"

"Yes, this is ― Weasley?"

Malfoy sounded surprised. Ron breathed out gradually, his heartbeat slowing with it. Malfoy's voice was clear and present on the other end. No looking back. He tried to think of something to say, and only came up with one thing.

"Haven't seen you round the shop yet this week."

"Don't tell me that's really why you called." Malfoy sighed, trying to sound put-upon, but Ron could hear the hint of nerves underneath. "If you must know, that would be because I found what I'd been looking for."

"I know."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end. For a moment, Ron thought Malfoy might hang up. But then he cursed quietly. "Damn that brother of yours. Incorrigible."

So it really was true. Charlie hadn't just been taking the piss. Ron felt a warmth flare up in his belly, spreading down to the tops of his thighs.

"Try growing up with him. And the twins? Now that's a real nightmare."

"I was trying for discreet, but you were always there."

Ron leaned further back against the wall, staring up at the dark ceiling above. He thought of all those times Malfoy had dropped in at the shop, only to hurry out again if Ron ever came too close. Malfoy had jumped at the chance when Ron had been called away to the back that day.

Malfoy cleared his throat. "Well. You know. So what, then? Looking to mock me for it?"

"You always assume the worst with me. Why is that?" Although Ron couldn't exactly blame him. He hadn't given Malfoy much else to go on in years past. Neither of them had. "No. No, I was calling because…" Why had he been calling? It had seemed such a natural thing when he'd asked Parkinson for Malfoy's number not five minutes ago. "I was curious. If there was, er." He waved his free hand, searching for the words. Nothing sounded right. "Any particular reason for it."

Malfoy laughed ― a short bark of a sound. "I mean, obviously yes. It's a sex toy, Weasley."

Ron snorted, taken aback. "That's not ―"

"Actually, I thought it'd make a nice statement in the middle of my dining table. It would be an excellent conversation piece for dinner parties."

"For fuck's sake, Malfoy, I didn't ―"

A chuckle rumbled through from the other end of the line. There was that snark again. Merlin, it made Ron hot, his skin blooming from his collar up to his ears. He chewed his lip, pulling back the grin that threatened to spread across his face.

"I only meant ― was there a reason? That you'd picked mine?"

The line suddenly went quiet. Ron had to check his phone just to make sure the call hadn't dropped.

When Malfoy finally replied, his voice was soft, uncertain. "What would possess you to call and ask me that?"

Ron breathed in slowly, his hand tapping an incoherent rhythm on his thigh. "Well, I'm a bit pissed, to be honest," he admitted, still feeling the slight burn the Simison had left in his throat.

Malfoy didn't say anything more at first. The lamp above buzzed as the faucet continued to drip. Ron could hear the noise from the pub pressing up against the other side of the door.

Then, Malfoy said, "Maybe there was."

Ron felt his heart jump into his throat. "Was what?"

"A reason why I bought it," Malfoy said slowly, deliberately. "Figure it out, Weasel."

Oh, bloody hell. Ron took a shaky breath. Every nerve felt like it was on fire.

"And...how was it?" Ron heard himself ask as if from very far away.

Even over the din of the music beyond the bathroom door, he could hear Malfoy swallow. "It was good."

"Oh, ta." Ron chuckled despite himself.

"No, I mean...Bugger." It was nice hearing Malfoy so flustered. A rare occurrence, and one that the little fluttering pixie in Ron's stomach very much wanted to repeat. "It was brilliant, alright? Happy?"

Brilliant. The word tingled down Ron's spine. For some reason, he couldn't wipe the smile from his face. Bloody hell, was this really happening? He thought of fleeting insults thrown in the school corridors all those years ago ― then he thought of a night just a few months ago, the look in Malfoy's eyes as Ron told him about the shop.

"You wrote a song about me once, if I remember correctly," Ron said, feeling deliriously happy.

"I suppose I did." Malfoy sighed.

Ron's eyes flicked to the door, to the noise of the crowd beyond. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Oh, please, Weasley," Malfoy said bitterly. "Pick a reason."

"I know, but ―" Ron tried to argue, but Malfoy cut him off.

"You don't owe me anything. It would be incredibly unfair for me to expect you to be interested in return."

Ron supposed that was fair enough. He'd had similar feelings towards Malfoy until very recently.

"I would be, though. I mean ― I am."

Saying the words out loud gave them a weight Ron hadn't felt before. He let them roll off his tongue, flattened the tip of it along his lips as he thought about flashes of icy blond hair, high cheekbones, and long fingers swirling around the rim of a glass. He thought of the moment he'd finally realized Malfoy had been looking back.

"Oh." Malfoy paused, seeming surprised by that revelation. "Good to know."

Malfoy fidgeted. Ron listened intently, hearing the breath he released and the scrape of his fingers against his mobile.

"You wouldn't ― ah." Malfoy caught himself, and Ron waited for him to continue, his ears ringing. "Would you want to…?" Malfoy trailed off, finishing his thought with a scoff.

"Would I want to what ― oh."

Oh.

Ron swallowed hard. He wanted to believe Malfoy was asking him what he thought he was asking him, but even after everything, it was almost too good to be true. The long stretch of awkward silence on the other end told him he was right, though, and that made him jittery, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck.

"I could be reading too much into this," Malfoy muttered.

"No, no, definitely not. I mean." Ron licked his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling far too dry. "I just don't want you to think I expect this."

Malfoy made a sound, and Ron could practically feel him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.

"Oh, so you don't ring up every person who buys a model of your cock and ask them how they enjoyed it?"

"What? No, of course not!" Ron stopped, realizing, and laughed at himself. "You're joking. That was a joke."

"Terribly clever, this one."

A sudden jiggling of the door handle made Ron jump, almost dropping his mobile in the process.

"Occupied!"

He fumbled with the phone, his heart thudding wildly. When he put it back to his ear, Malfoy was laughing. The sound made Ron feel weak in the knees.

"Where are you?" Malfoy asked, still snickering.

"In the loo at the Dragon's Head."

"Oh, of course." Malfoy sucked his teeth contemplatively. "Hang on. Is there anyone in there with you?"

Another frustrated turn of the door handle.

"It's a single."

"Good." Malfoy lowered his voice conspiratorially. "Do you want me to use it?"

Ron pressed his hand flat against the door, waiting until he heard the bloke give a huff and storm off. "Use what?"

"Your dildo, Weasley."

The silken drawl of Malfoy's voice spread like gooseflesh across Ron's skin. "Right now?" he asked incredulously, although he was already half hard at the thought.

"I could give you an exclusive product review. Unless you don't want to."

"No, I do!" Ron replied quickly, and Malfoy laughed again, making him blush.

"Eager, are we?"

"Yes." Ron passed a hand over his face, trying to laugh as well, but it came out shaky. Merlin, it had been all he could think about for the past few days. Still, he'd never imagined Malfoy would offer it outright. "Just didn't take you for the phone sex type."

Malfoy hummed. "You caught me in a randy mood. Now how do I ― ah, right."

Ron assumed he'd been put on speakerphone, as there was now an echo. He dug out his wand for a moment and cast a quick Silencio on the bathroom. It was a wonder how he had the brain power to spare, when all the blood in his body was suddenly rushing to his cock. He could hear Malfoy fumbling for something on the other end.

"Where are you?" Ron asked in return, trying to distract himself from the heady thrum of anticipation.

"In bed. Naked," Malfoy added with a hint of a smirk in his voice. Ron groaned, shutting his eyes against the image of Malfoy stretched out on soft sheets, hard and waiting for him. Merlin, had he been naked the whole time they were talking? Ron pressed the heel of his palm to the crotch of his jeans.

Malfoy went silent for a moment, until there was a faint intake of breath. His bed creaked distantly in the background.

Ron licked his lips, cupping his hand around the solid, hot line of his cock under his trousers. "Are you prepping yourself?"

"Of course." Malfoy breathed out steadily, the bed creaking again. "You're bigger than I thought you'd be. Although I'd always wondered."

Fucking hell. Ron arched against his hand. Was he really going to get his cock out in a pub toilet? The last shred of his resolve melted away when he heard Malfoy moan, low and guttural, a sound that shot straight through Ron, all the way to his toes. He imagined Malfoy laying back, his knees bent up, and slick fingers down between his legs, pressing in and out of his puckered hole. Ron was switching the phone to his left hand before he could give it a second thought. He flicked open the button on his jeans and pushed his pants down to hook under his balls, taking himself in hand.

Ron rolled his hand down over his length. Malfoy's breath hitched, and he cursed, the bed shifting with him. Ron caught his lip between his teeth, wondering how many fingers he had in him. He imagined himself leaning over Malfoy on the bed, licking a hot stripe along his neck as his hand worked him open, his thighs falling open as he settled between them.

"Fuck, I needed this," Malfoy breathed. Ron moaned, pulling his foreskin back and rubbing over the weeping head of his cock.

Malfoy muttered a Cleansing charm, and then a drawer was pulled roughly open nearby. Ron heard Malfoy pick up the phone, moving and setting it down again as he bounced on the bed, adjusting himself.

"Are you ―?" Ron wanted to ask, but he couldn't finish the thought, left hand gripping the phone hard as he tried to steady himself.

"Yes, gods."

Ron paused, listening as Malfoy shifted and panted on the other end. He didn't have to ask when it was fully in. He knew the moment Malfoy's breath faltered, the gasp he gave sending shivers down Ron's spine.

Malfoy huffed, the sound so loud to Ron's ears as the whole world funneled down to a point, to this moment as he listened to Malfoy move the toy inside of himself. He moaned, and Ron thought he could hear the squelch of lube on the other end of the line as it entered him.

"Talk to me, Weasley."

Malfoy sounded wrecked. It was enough to make Ron's toes curl just to hear it. It was almost too much to handle ― the idea of Draco Malfoy being thoroughly fucked out by a dildo modelled after Ron's own cock. Ron's head thunked back against the wall. His hand trembled a little as he began stroking himself again.

"Get on your knees for me," he said softly.

Malfoy swore. Ron heard him flip over, his panting breaths suddenly closer to the receiver. In his mind, he could see Malfoy bent over the bed, arse in the air and cheek pressed against the mattress, lips rosy and parted. He imagined himself knelt behind Malfoy, hands gripping his slender hips.

"There's, uh." Ron swallowed. "There's a self-shagging feature. If you want. The spell's ―"

"Oh, we're well acquainted."

"Fuck," Ron moaned. No way he was going to last like this. He rocked his hips, thrusting into the tight circle of his fist. Malfoy sounded like he was trying to collect himself, even as his voice broke on the last word. Ron couldn't begin to explain why that aroused him so much, but he didn't care, already speeding up his hand as it flew over his cock.

Malfoy cast the spell, and Ron felt his cry as the toy began to move on its own. The bed gave a jolt under Malfoy's weight. He gasped again, and Ron heard his fingers scrambling across the sheets.

Ron could almost see it. He imagined Malfoy's bowed back, his knees slipping and spreading apart, his toes curling. The bed creaked with each movement. A dildo of Ron's own making, Malfoy arching back onto it as it fucked him down onto the mattress. Merlin, he should've known Malfoy would take it so well, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the sounds Malfoy made as it thrust into him.

Ron closed his eyes and felt like he was sitting in the room, watching the whole show, watching a copy of his cock pound into Malfoy again and again. The pub outside the bathroom door fell away from him, and all he could focus on was Malfoy's voice and his hand on his own cock.

"Tell me how it feels," Ron choked out, wanting to hear it, see it, touch it, to watch Malfoy unravel under Ron's hands and cock, to capture each cry with his tongue.

Malfoy groaned. "So ― good ―"

"Tell me," Ron rasped again, thrusting his hips forward into his hand. "Tell me ― ah ― how good it is."

"It's so ―" Malfoy cried out, his hands skittering over the sheets. "So good ― so big ― I ―"

"Fucking hell, Malfoy."

At that point, Ron didn't know if he wanted to be watching the toy fuck Malfoy or if he wanted to take over for it. Was he really getting jealous of a dildo? He wished he was there. He wanted to tell Malfoy as much, but he couldn't manage it, instead moaning loudly as he felt his balls begin to draw up against him.

"Fuck, Weasley, you're gonna make me come," Malfoy whined, his posh accent slipping. 

Holy shit, and that was what did it. Ron made a gut-punched sound, his wrist flicking over the head of his cock. He was coming almost before he'd even realized. He barely had the presence of mind to do anything about it before the first spurt had dribbled onto the floor. He pushed off the wall and lent forward, pumping the remainder into the sink. He heard Malfoy swear, and Ron slumped back against the wall again, listening as he came apart with a shuddering cry.

The line went quiet once more. Ron rested his head on the tiles behind him, closing his eyes, holding his softening cock. For a long time, all he could hear was Malfoy breathing on the other end, his own heartbeat equally loud in his ears.

"I liked that. A lot."

Eloquent as always. Ron half expected for Malfoy to say just that, but instead he heard a very soft chuckle ― and then, quietly, "So did I."

Now that his heart rate was gradually slowing, the noise of the club outside wormed its way back in, reminding Ron of where he was, and what he'd just done. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably, glancing at the door when he heard a chatty couple pass by. How long had he been in there? Were the others looking for him?

Another person suddenly banged on the door, and Ron started, pushing off from the wall and quickly withdrawing his wand, disabling his Silencio and spelling himself clean.

"Right." He wanted to say more. Merlin, he did. But instead all he said just then was, "Well, I should probably, er, get back to it. You know?"

"Of course." There was rustling on the line, and then Ron was off speakerphone, Malfoy's voice close and intimate again in a way that made him shiver. "Have a good night, Weasley."

"You too, Malfoy."

Ron exited the bathroom, ignoring the irritated look the other patron gave him as he slipped past.

The entire way back to their table, he felt like he was floating on a cloud. Harry gave him an odd look when he slid into his seat, pulling the fresh pint they'd bought him an indeterminable amount of time ago towards him. Ron couldn't even begin to catch up with what they were all talking about, his mind drifting to thoughts of Malfoy, his mobile a leaden weight in his pocket as the night wound on.

[angstyaches]

This is trope anon from before :) It might be interesting to see Elliot put off feeling sick, because he is so caught up taking care of everyone else? He kind of strikes me as a worry about everyone else first kind of guy lol. Then absolutely regretting it later haha

If not Elliot, Ryan also kind of gives me similar vibes

CW: mention of disordered eating/malnourishment, trauma mention, overwork, nausea, emeto, dizziness, blood mention (he’s a vamp, so yeah), pining (for absent partner), platonic/brotherly caretaking

Author’s note: Elliott and Felix are going to be just FINE! They’re not even broken up; Felix is just a little AWOL after a fight they had. I just loooove me some angst.

Elliott’s vision went pitch black for a moment as he stood and waited for the kettle to finish boiling. His stomach lurched so harshly that he almost turned towards the sink, expecting the return of the blood he’d drank for breakfast. Instead, he swallowed, closed his eyes, and breathed in slowly through his nose. He was overexerted, probably. He’d been pushing himself during his and Shayne’s ritualistic “sparring” (or, as Shayne called it, “trying to kick the shit out of each other” or “therapy”) session. Elliott had hoped his supernatural abilities would have begun to manifest by now, seeing as his transition to full vampire was complete. But still, nothing yet. Maybe the stress of Felix being gone was stunting his development. Maybe the stress was adding to how bad he felt.

The kettle clicked, reminding him of why he was standing in the kitchen in the first place. Elliott’s heart sank as he recalled Shayne’s eyes rolling back in his head, his body almost hitting the ground before Elliott could catch him. Turned out the kid had been starving himself again. Elliott would have punched his lights out if they hadn’t already basically been out.

A minute later, Elliott picked up a hot mug and crossed the open-plan kitchen and living area to where he’d left Shayne on the white sofa. He was conscious now, at least, but his eyes were glazed and unfocused.

The mug contained hot, weak tea and a few spoons of the glucose solution Ryan had concocted for Felix’s blood-and-sugar lollipops. Back in the day, when Felix refused blood and couldn’t hold food down, Ryan had fed him the solution like this, and it had kept him from passing out. The smell was so strong that Elliott almost gagged, his body so delicate as to protest merely being in the presence of human sustenance.

Elliott tried to hand Shayne the mug, but his cousin’s hands were so shaky he almost dropped it immediately. Elliott took it back, trying to ignore the fact that his own hands weren’t exactly the steadiest. He brought the rim of the mug to Shayne’s lips.

Shayne made a face and pulled away as soon as he took the first sip. His hand went to his mouth, like he was considering spitting it back out.

“Swallow it.”

A shiver seemed to roll through Shayne’s body as he did. His eyes watered like he was about to cry. “That tastes like shit, El.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for forgetting that you need to eat.”

“I didn’t forget I needed to…” Shayne mumbled. “I’m not stupid.”

“That’s extremely debatable. Drink.”

“I’m gonna be sick.”

“Drink,” Elliott said again, as calmly as he could, “or I’m going to get Ryan.”

The last of the fight went out of Shayne’s eyes. Elliott knew he didn’t want Ryan or Nancy to know things had gotten this bad again.

Victorious but not feeling it, Elliott brought the mug to Shayne’s lips again and again, letting him take small sips. At one point, he covered his mouth again, shoulders jerking forward as he gagged slightly. Elliott’s stomach flipped at the sound and he had to turn his face away until Shayne stopped. He didn’t usually puke from seeing somebody else do it, but he had a bad feeling that if Shayne threw up, he would lose it too.

Shayne shook his head when presented with the mug again. A tentative hand rested on his stomach. “I can’t, El. It’s so heavy.”

Part of Elliott didn’t want to yield so easily, wanted to make him finish the mug. He wondered what Felix would do, or how Charlie would have reacted to that pleading look. Elliott knew he wasn’t soft in the same way they were. He just hoped he wasn’t harsh.

He hoped he wasn’t frightening.

He swallowed against a swell of nausea in his belly. Whatever was gnawing at the pit of his stomach weakened his resolve.

“Okay,” he said, “lie down.”

Shayne gave a small sigh of relief.

Elliott took the mug back to the sink. White floor and wall tiles swayed all around him like he was inside the world’s most colourless kaleidoscope. He slowly breathed in through his nose, leaning on the edge of the countertop to try and introduce some form of balance to his body.

He’d extended the offer to Shayne, but honestly, lying down sounded like an absolute dream to Elliott, too. Maybe his body would stop freaking out if he got a little more rest. His sleeping pattern was completely thrown off, his mind raced in the middle of the night. Felix had star-fished across about forty different mattresses before choosing theirs, and while Elliott had acted like he didn’t care which one they bought, he had ended up agreeing that it was the best mattress he’d ever used. But sleeping there without Felix felt wrong, so his body had been rejecting it as much as physically possible.

Nowadays, he might as well have been sleeping in a wooden coffin like the stereotype dictated.

He turned around to check on Shayne, frowning when he saw that he was still sitting upright on the sofa.

“I thought you were going to try and sleep?”

“I can’t – I can’t,” Shayne whispered, lowering his head into his hands. “El, I – every time I try, I feel like she’s here. Breathing on the back of my neck…”

Guilt churned Elliott’s stomach this time. Elliott felt regrets like cobwebs sticking to his soul, and although he didn’t allow himself many, one of those cobwebs was the feeling that maybe he could have gotten Shayne out of Madelyn’s sooner.

“She’s not getting in here,” Elliott promised. “Ryan will have her head on a stick before letting that happen. Nancy will turn her blood into tar.”

“She doesn’t have to be here, El. She’s already here.” Shayne pressed a finger to either side of his head and squeezed his eyes shut.

“Jesus, I’m – I’m sorry, man.” Elliott laid a hand on his stomach, stifling a belch since he really didn’t need gas leaving his body to make this moment even more stressful. “What usually helps when this happens?”

As Elliot should have expected, Shayne gave a lifeless shrug. Alright, think, Elliott told himself, swallowing thickly. He’d never seen Shayne warm up to anyone until that day in the park when he’d been clinging to Charlie like his life depended on it. He liked to act tough (and who did he pick that up from, I wonder?), but really, Shayne just didn’t want to be alone.

He’d be lying if he said he couldn’t understand that feeling.

Elliott swallowed again, fighting the lump in his throat and the swirling in the pit of his stomach.

“Want me to sit with you?”

Shayne opened his eyes, looking genuinely surprised.

Elliott sank down on the sofa without waiting for a verbal answer. He hit the cushions a little too quickly for his stomach’s liking. It shifted noisily, semi-digested contents swimming around inside. “Now, if you think you can feel someone breathing on you, you can tell yourself it’s just me.”

“Ugh,” Shayne groaned, curling up on his side so that the top of his head was just next to – scarcely touching – Elliott’s thigh. “Do not breathe on me, man.”

Elliott smiled through his vaguely-concealed discomfort, glad that Shayne wasn’t facing him. “Afraid you’ll catch vampire cooties?”

Shayne didn’t respond beyond a soft groan that Elliott interpreted as “shut the fuck up, old man”. So even though he’d have loved to keep taunting his cousin and keep himself distracted, Elliott shut up, letting his neck rest against the back of the sofa and draping one arm up over his eyes. Lack of vision made the world feel a little less like the spinning drum of a washing machine. Elliott regretted dreaming up that metaphor, gritting his teeth as he realised his stomach felt like such a drum, too.

He was swallowing constantly, every few seconds now, chest tight with the effort of drawing slow, shallow breaths. It felt like the fibres holding his being together were frayed and left just shaky enough to throw everything off without causing him any actual, physical pain. Beneath it all was a tiny flame of anger; what the hell was the point in becoming a vampire if feeling unexplainably shitty at inconvenient intervals was still on the table?

An icy shiver ran down Elliott’s back, and he flinched where he sat. He slid his hand around the back of his neck and gulped another wave of saliva. Nothing was there, yet when he exhaled, he shuddered again. Shayne’s talk about Madelyn must have wormed its way into Elliott’s mind. Lord, he really was a mess.

He glanced down to make sure his sudden jump hadn’t disturbed Shayne. It was hard to tell if the boy was sleeping or just trying very hard to stay still. At least he didn’t seem to be panicked or shaking anymore. Elliott desperately wanted to stand up and walk around; moving and distracting himself would surely ease the building pain in his stomach, but he didn’t think he could get up without jostling Shayne.

Sucking in a breath and trying to brace his stomach for the move, Elliott shifted his weight on the sofa, cringing at how much the cushions flexed with him. He watched Shayne’s head, his breath still caught somewhere between his belly and his lungs. Another trickle of unpleasantly cool sweat ran down the back of his neck and his hands shook until he dropped the weight of his head into them. His elbows felt unbalanced on his knees. His stomach flipped, and he swallowed measuredly against its protests.

“El?”

“Yeah,” Elliott choked out, though he’d meant to give a friendly, open yeah? As in Felix’s chirpy Yeah, buddy? Are you okay? What can I do for you?

“Y’alright?” was all Shayne replied with.

“I’m good, yeah.” Upon tasting blood and bile, Elliott gulped again. “Just relax, okay? No one’s going to –”

Elliott jammed a fist against his lips in time to stifle a wet, shallow belch. The sound was so sudden and violent that his head shot forward, almost ducking between his own knees.

“Fuck,” Shayne gasped, scrambling upright despite the fact his eyes were barely open. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Elliott half-snapped, annoyance at himself manifesting as annoyance at Shayne. “I may have pushed myself a bit this morning, but I’m –”

He was once again cut off by a belch, this one rumbling up from much deeper inside him. His belly continued bubbling even after the air stopped being pushed up.

“El, I think you need to –”

“Don’t.” Elliott shook his head.

“Why did –” Shayne winced slightly and rubbed at his head. “Why didn’t you say you were feeling sick?”

“Because I was trying to look after you!” Elliott sighed into his hands. The tiny burst of frustration was dizzying on top of everything else. “Lord fucking knows you can’t take care of yourself.”

“Fuck you,” Shayne said back, though his voice was empty of any of its usual fight. “I’m – I’m trying, I’ve been trying… Elliott, just go to the sink!”

Elliott’s shoulders rolled as he covered his mouth with his palm, feeling a thick film grow over his tongue. He was tempted to swallow it down again but a cramp ripped through his gut, making all of his organs squeeze in defiance of him swallowing anything.

“Shit,” he somehow mumbled, sitting forward and pushing himself to his feet as Shayne pushed – weakly but with good intentions – at his back to help him up. Elliott sprinted across the kitchen tiles and flung himself at the sink, stars in his vision and blood in his mouth. He was unbearably dizzy as he heaved up what he’d drank that morning. At least it had been an animal-blood day, and he wasn’t watching mouthfuls of human blood pooling in the sink and trickling into the drain.

It was a waste, but it could have been worse. He choked on a sob, realising he’d never thought like this until Felix.

“Fuck,” Elliott gasped when something moved next to him. He hadn’t even noticed Shayne following him to the sink. “Christ. I feel awful… Why – why do I feel this bad?”

“You’re trying to force something you’re not capable of.” Shayne folded his arms and rested them on the countertop, eyes falling shut again.

Elliott spat bitterly towards the drain. “How the fuck do you figure that?”

“Because that’s my whole life summed up, El.”

Elliott gripped the neck of the tap and turned it on, directing the water around the sink to get rid of the mess he’d made. His head was spinning and his nerves still felt alive with electricity and just wrong in general, but his belly felt a lot better. He felt like he could breathe normally again.

“You okay?”

“I think so.” Elliott rinsed his mouth, running tap water into his palm and lifting it to his lips. It was cool, and soothing on his throat after the retching.

Shayne looked positively miserable as their eyes met. “What now?”

As he shut off the tap, Elliott brushed a wet hand across the back of his own neck, relishing the cold drip that started trailing down his back. He shut his eyes, feeling like he was ready to drift off to sleep on his feet, like a horse.

“Well,” he said, “how would you like to take a nap on a really nice mattress?”

[dc41896]

Perfect

Hey guys👋🏾! So I saw in the video from the recent USO live chat that Chris said if he wasn’t acting, he’d be doing something where he has to work with his hands a lot and thus here we are lol! Hope you like it😊!

Pairing: Builder!Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Slight angst, fluff

“Ohh this one is pretty! What do you think Ivy?,” you ask lying the lilac onesie against your swollen abdomen. With only a month left until your due date, you finally decided to try to organize your closet to accommodate her growing collection of clothes.

Although tiny, the amount of outfits and other supplies bought by you, your fiancé, and both sets of your family and friends warranted her own room really, but being stuck with your quaint one bedroom apartment the small plastic dresser in your closet would have to do.

“I’ll tell you this baby girl, you are definitely spoiled already.”

“And your grandparents wouldn’t have it any other way,” you hear from behind paired with the light thud of work boots hitting the floor. “Can’t blame them entirely though, me and your mom might have had something to do with that too.”

“You’re home early.”

“Yea the floors didn’t take as long as we thought they would.”

Kissing your cheek, he notices the box of diapers you were currently trying to move with your foot but not getting far. Bending down reaching for the cutout handle, he moves your hands beating you to the box before placing it with the others. “Here babe let me get that. Remember the doctor said-,”

“I know what he said Chris. I’m the one who told you what he said since you weren’t there remember?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out as bitter as it did, but you also couldn’t hide your frustration anymore. He was always a perfectionist when it came to his work. From the paint to the furniture placement, and even the plants outside, he never wanted a client to walk in seeing anything out of place or thinking he didn’t care about what he did.

You understood and loved how much he cared, but with your heightened emotions and the fact that this was a pretty important time in both of your lives, him not being there broke your heart a little more each time it happened.

“Y/N, I know I haven’t been around like I want to and I’m sorry, but it’s just I really want this house to be perfect.”

“I know you do, but I’d also like for you to actually see her moving on the screen rather than me tell you what happened. Or hear her heartbeat in person.”

Grabbing your sides, he gently pulls you closer bringing his calloused yet soft hands up to cradle your face and graze his thumbs against your cheek while peering into your eyes.

“I promise you things will be different as soon as everything’s done. Then I’ll be at every appointment and by your side so much you’ll be sick of me,” he smiles.

“You really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” Sliding out of his grip, you make your way to the kitchen, hands rubbing the base of your belly as he follows close behind.

“It’s not my fault this all had to happen while you’re pregnant.”

“I know.”

“Really? Could’ve fooled me,” he sighs, back leaning against the counter watching you remove different items from the fridge trying to put something together for dinner.

There’s silence as you chop bell peppers to sauté in the pan slowly heating up on the stove. You could feel his eyes still on you though as you moved about getting different seasonings and other tools to help make your meal, but you refused to say a word.

“Guess I’ll go shower then,” he states under his breath ready to leave so you could have the space you clearly needed.

“What’s so different about this house?”

“What do you mean?”

“Every other build you’ve done you’re telling me any and every detail about it and even a little about who it’s for,” you explain still focused on the sizzling pan in front of you. “This one, you haven’t said one thing about it other than you finished the floors today. Then you’re rushing out the room to take secret calls and working later than usual, which makes me believe this house must be something special.”

“I haven’t really had the time to tell you since I’ve been so busy.”

“...sure you’re not just trying to bury yourself in your work?” Hearing your sniffles, he walks up behind you turning you around to see your glossy eyes as tears begin to fall. “I mean I know I’m a bit more emotional and probably more annoying-,”

“Shh, stop,” he softly speaks wiping away your tears and hugging you close to his body. “You’re not annoying and I’m definitely not burying myself in my work. If I could, I’d spend every second with you doing anything you want.”

“You say that now, but I’m sure you’d think different after.”

“Nope. Never.”

Bringing your hand up to his lips, he kisses the diamond on your finger before moving to your lips making them move together as if they were part of a passionate dance.

“You’re gonna make me burn dinner. Again,” you smile resting your forehead against his.

“Sorry,” he chuckles leaving one last peck on your lips. Letting you turn back around, his chin sits on your shoulder and hand lightly rubs up and down your belly as he helps with the remainder of the meal.

———

The following week, Chris finally finished the house and couldn’t wait to give you a tour through the bare home. He was practically glowing with excitement each day leading up to the weekend, when you both agreed he could show you.

Driving through busy streets and backroads shaded by canopy trees, you eventually arrive in the driveway of a grey house trimmed in white with pillars of the same color. On the wrap around porch sat two dark brown rocking chairs seemingly waiting for someone to rest in them, while bunches of orange and yellow chrysanthemums were planted in the flower beds just below it. Carefully stepping out of the black Ford truck, with his help, a small smile forms on your lips as you look from the building to your future husband.

“What?,” he shyly asks nervously fidgeting with his hands.

“Nothing, just amazed again by what you do. And also wondering what made you chose to plant my favorite flower?”

“Guess you were stuck on my mind,” he winks kissing your lips before grabbing your hand and leading you up the steps to the door.

Your footsteps against the dark hardwood and Chris’ voice echo throughout the empty house as he takes you to every room, noting how the furniture would be placed once it arrived and asking your opinion on how it would look. Walking down the hall, he points out the master and guest bedrooms pausing in front of the last door with his hand on the knob.

“I’ll tell you now, I did this room all by myself so go easy on me okay?,” he states making you giggle.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just as beautiful as the rest of the house.” Slowly opening the door, you notice it to be the only furnished room in the house with a grey crib, dresser, changing station, and cloth rocking chair all matching in color.

“Aww babe! Why didn’t you tell me they were expecting a baby too?”

Black butterfly stencils staggered along the pink wall above the crib, seeing the teddy bears placed on top of the changing table instantly draw your hands to your stomach as you become even more excited for your own bundle to come into the world.

“I uh also got them an extra little present from us,” he states opening the top drawer to reveal a folded baby blanket covered in clouds. “Think it’s okay?”

“Yea it’s-,” you start as you notice the shine of golden letters embroidered in the corner. Stepping closer to him, Chris can feel his heart pounding in his ears as he watches you read what’s been sewn on the blanket and look at him confused.

“Why does it have Ivy’s on it?”

“Because it’s hers, along with everything else in here.”

Words seemed to be something foreign to your brain as you continued to stare at the man in front of you wondering if he was being serious.

“Wha-? How-?”

“Grandma Peggy left this land to me in her will and I always planned to build a house on it but never got around to it. When little Ivy came in the picture though, I thought now was the perfect time.”

As you scan the room holding onto the blanket, he starts to feel a bit scared from your silence.

“W-We can always change stuff around though if you don’t like it,” he stammers rubbing the back of his neck. “Like maybe the crib can-,”

Unable to complete his words, he feels your arms wrap around his neck as your lips press against his moving in perfect sync.

“It’s perfect!”

“Really? You think so? It’s okay if you want to change anything I swear.”

“No I promise I love it how it is,” you giggle kissing him again. “I love everything, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me love. I’m gonna do anything I can for the both of you to make sure you’re taken care of, and nothing will stop that.”

“I know, which makes me feel worse about thinking you were purposely trying to stay away,” you sniffle looking down at the blanket in your hands.

“Well, it didn’t help that I wasn’t being as open as usual.”

“But still I shouldn’t have even let my mind go in that direction and I’m sorry.” Wiping your tears away, he lies your head on his chest rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“That’s in the past okay? Now we focus on what comes our way next,” he smiles to which you nod your head wrapping your arms around his waist and enjoying breathing in his scent as you both stand in the peaceful quiet.

“So you really love everything? Be honest.”

“So much that if I wasn’t pregnant, I probably would be in the morning,” you bite your lip looking up to see his raised brow and amused expression.

“Looks like you might be getting another sibling soon Ivy,” he whispers down towards your stomach making you laugh.

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[silverarmedassassin]

Goodness & Light

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1030

Summary: Bucky’s home. You’re married. And you have one hell of a Christmas present for him. 

A/N: Lol so this has been seven months in the making. And it’s still trash. But happy Christmas in July! I’m taking a page of Sebastian’s book and just celebrating Christmas early, I guess. Anyway, this is the last part of the little 40′s series thing I did back at Chrismtas time. You can read the first part here, or find all my Christmas stories here. You don’t have to read the other parts for this to make sense, but just know that they are all in the same universe! 

Thanks for reading! If you’re feeling generous, reblog and leave me a comment❤️

Masterlist

It’s Christmas morning. A thick blanket of shimmering snow is covering the quiet streets of Brooklyn. You’re up early. Earlier than normal - even earlier than your husband. But today was special and you needed to prepare.

Husband. You sigh as your mind drifts back to that thought, subconsciously playing with the two golden bands that had found a home on your left hand. Although it’s been six months, you still find yourself signing your old name on letters. A half dozen Christmas envelopes had been tossed because Mrs. Barnes still didn’t flow easily from your hand.

You’re silently finishing up stuffing a little package into Bucky’s Christmas stocking when you hear him get up and start his day. He’d be upset with you, of course, since you’d both agreed on no gifts this year, but this little offering was important and so worth his upset. Having spent a little more on your wedding than you should have didn’t leave you with much disposable income, even with Bucky’s military compensation. In some twisted way, you think, you’re lucky he was discharged after almost losing his left arm. Without the medical assistance he received from the government and the wages he earned back at the docks, you’re not sure you’d been able to make ends meet this far into the year.

But your wedding was worth it. Bucky was worth it. Four months after he returned state-side, cleared from medical with a relatively clean bill of health, you were married. It was a June wedding - all yellow flowers and sunshine - held at the church Bucky’s family had attended for years. Becca was your maid of honor. Bucky’s side remained empty, a sad reminder that one of the most important people in both your lives would be forever absent for whatever awaited you as a married couple. It was a happy day, though, one without war or death. It was just you and your James. Your Bucky. And it had been that way ever since.

Butterflies pick up low in your belly when you think of your little family and all the ways it has yet to grow and change.

Bucky finds you in the kitchen where you have attempted to busy yourself. An uniced gingerbread cake sat on the counter, patiently awaiting the icing you’ve just now started to mix.

“Mornin’,” he draws, voice thick with sleep, as he wraps his arms around your middle. A chaste kiss is planted to your cheek before he burrows his face into your neck. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Baby. The word bounces around in your mind. Baby. A name that has been reserved for you and only you for seven long years now. A name that, up until recently, you hadn’t given much thought to. Bucky breaks your train of thought when he sneaks his finger into the icing bowl and scoops a large helping out just for him.

“James,” you chastise, only half angry as you swat him away. He only laughs, swings you around until you’re face-to-face. Any annoyance you may have had instantly dissolves when you’re met with piercing blue eyes and a goofy smile. “You’re such a menace,” you laugh as you reach up to kiss him.

“Why don’t you go busy yourself somewhere else,” you giggle as wipe away a small smug of leftover icing on Bucky’s lips. “We don’t have to be to your ma’s until noon. Go start a fire and we can listen to that Christmas special they’re having today.”

Another kiss and a pinch to your bum before you find yourself alone in the quiet kitchen again. Your hands shake a little now, knowing how close he is to finding his gift, knowing what you know.

“Baby, I thought we said no gifts,” you hear Bucky say from the front room. You peak around to find him standing in front of the mantel, holding the red and gold package you had expertly placed just so he would see it. You discard your apron, wiping your now frosting-covered fingers off on the thin cloth, before making your way to your husband.

“I know.” It’s your turn to snake your arms around his middle. You look up at him, take in the way his face is flickering and aglow thanks to the fire. The war may have aged him, but he was still as beautiful as ever. “But I saw this and I had to get it. I promise it didn’t cost me a thing.”

Bucky looks down at you with speculation written all over his face. “But I have nothin’ for you.”

You shrug and guide him back to the loveseat as best as you can. “You’re more than enough for me, always. Now, open it.”

As the two of you settle into the worn fabric of your tiny sofa, you feel your excitement growing. But there’s also a hint of fear threatening to wash over you, drown any feelings of happiness and replace them with that of disappear. What if this was exactly what Bucky didn’t want?

He fiddles around with the paper for a few moments before he picks carefully at the tape, mumbling something about not wasting such beautiful gift wrap. He’s slow to open the small box that rests inside the paper, and you think you might pull your hair out before he removes the lid.

But, when he finally opens it all the way and registers what’s inside the little box resting on his lap, it’s like time freezes. Nestled inside the sweet little package is the first pair of shoes Bucky’s mother ever bought him. There were countless times throughout your life that you were grateful for Winnifred’s sentimentality, and this moment will forever be your favorite.

“I-Is this…” Bucky looks from the shoes to your face, eyes shimmering with unshed tears that are threatening to spill over at any second. “Are you...pregnant?”

Your own tears glid down your cheeks as you nod. Not too far along, just past six weeks if your midwife was correct. With a sniffle and clear of your throat, you reach out for Bucky’s hand and place it on your still non-existent bump. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”

[haicuties]

Hi!! I hope you're having an awesome day 😁 I just found your blog and I love it lots!! I was wondering if you could continue a proper "endinf" / part 4 to the single dadchi post!! It'd be great to see what happens with their relationship / healing of the past / day to day life with their new family set up :)!! Thank you!!

hopefully this is closure for someone LOL used to have a book with what i wanted to do with this series,,, idk where it went so this is on the fly after reading what i wrote years ago. possible part 5? idk. -admin omi

Part I Part II Part III

warning: slight nsfw lol

It’s been almost two years and some months since you and Sawamura made your relationship official, and then about 9 months since he proposed to you. There has been a lot, and I mean a lot of adjustments you both had to make in order for this relationship to grow. A lot of arguing, crying, forgiving, and fucking your differences out. Both of you still have very deep wounds that have not completely healed, heck, maybe will never heal– that’s why you both always give your best, always putting in 100/0 effort.. Your parents love Sawamura, although they questioned why you would put 100/0 effort when something could happen.. afraid of what’s happened before, but they understood once you told them that you don’t expect anything back, you love him and that’s all that mattered– and he felt the exact same way.

0832 - Sunday morning

As the sun beamed through the blinds, you felt the warmth gradually increase onto your face. Looking to the other side of the bed, you saw him. The one man that made the pain of your late daughter, less painful. 

“Good morning, my beautiful wife.” he quietly cooed

“Were you just watching me sleep?” a small chuckle left your lips as you sat up to stretch, bringing his shirt to lift over your stomach. 

“As I do every morning, what can I say? I have the most beautiful woman sleeping next to me.”

“Yeah yeah, do you want coffee? I’m going to make myself some tea” you asked while standing and looking back at him seeing him nod.

Walking down the hallway, you peek into Manami’s room to check if she was still sleeping, knowing she’s likely to be knocked out. “As I thought, out like a light.. Maybe I’ll surprise her with pancakes.” You thought closing the door

Sawamura trailed behind you to join you.

“How is my second baby doing anyway?” He asked while rubbing her belly“Mm, she’s fine, moving a lot this week but that’s to be expected, I do only have a little more than 2 months left until her due date.” putting your hand on his you smiled softly. 

7 months prior

Sawamura sat you down and asked how you felt on having another child now that you were married. 

“I understand if you’re on edge about it.. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately– I just didn’t kno–”

“I– am nervous.” You said cutting him off“I have been thinking about it.. I am just afraid, that I’ll lose another.. Lose you. You already know after I got pregnant with Nori that he left.. I just don’t want you to leave either.” you said stuttering, you felt the tears welling up around your eyes“I’m not like him, and you know that! I would never leave you! Y/n, you make me feel something, happiness that I haven’t felt since Kayo.. you brought happiness to Manami!” he exclaimed, feeling the tears as well. “I’m dedicated to you. And only you.” 

“.. And Manami.” you laughed trying to lighten the mood. “Alright, physically, I am ready to bare another child, mentally, I am still afraid, but not as much now..” 

Seeing that it would be a bit difficult to try for a baby with Manami around, you both decided to drop her with her grandparents for a little more than a week, as a ‘vacation’ for her. Thrilled she was more than okay with it considering Daichis parents had a dog. 

After that, for the entire 8 days she was away, you both used any time (and anywhere) you could to try to have sex. “You think that was enough?” He said panting “I’m pretty sure the amount of cum I pumped into you over the week could amount to an entire gallon.”

Laughing, you looked at him and then down to your swollen pussy lips “Maybe, I guess we’ll find out in a couple weeks. If not, I mean your parents love having Nami over.” 

A couple weeks later, it was official. You held the pregnancy test in your hand showing the clear plus sign. “I’m pregnant..” you thought thinking back to when you found out you were pregnant with Nori.Sawamura then found you crying on the bed because of it. Your fears and anxiety were getting the best of you, and it was hard since now that it’s real. It feels like this is an attempt to replace Nori. And he knew you thought that too since that’s what he felt when he met you, like he was replacing Kayo- it wasn’t that though.. This was and is you both healing wounds that have taken charge of your your lives since the tragedy happened.

Turning to him, tears flowing down your red tinted face “I’m pregnant… and most of all, scared..” He sat down next to you and hugged you tight, bringing your body onto his lap and kissing you everywhere.“It’s alright to feel the way you do. I felt the same when I realized I loved you. It hurts, it feels wrong, but it also feels right.” he said bringing your chin so you could look at him He had a point, before the thoughts ran through your head, you felt happiness seeing that plus sign glow on that pregnancy test.

Back to present day

1047 - Sunday morning

”Darling, can you finally wake that daughter of ours to come eat? I made pancakes!” you giggled “Yes, I’ll go fetch her.” he said walking towards her room

Peeking into her room, “Manami? You up?” “Kind of daddy, I smelled pancakes.. Did mommy make.. pancakes?” she queitly said under the blanket half asleep waiting for a confirmation“Yes. thats right, she did make them.. the chocolate ones too.” 

Immediately, she jumps out of bed and runs towards the bathroom to freshen up “OKAY IM COMING!” she yelled out while visibly trying to rushYou set the plate of freshly made chocolate chip pancakes at the table and started to make everyone’s plate. Before you know it, Manami is sitting in her chair with fork and knife in hand impatiently waiting for her plate“GOOD MORNING MOMMY! I AM HERE TO EAT!” she shouted as Daichi sat down next to you“Well good morning pretty girl, you seem very energetic this morning.”“THAT’S BECAUSE MOMMY MADE ME PANCAKES! I LOVE PANCAKES” “Yes I sure do know that little one. Go on and eat up my love.” you said smiling softly while putting her plate in front of her and giving Daichi his

Sitting down, you rubbed your belly and sipped your tea. Looking at your two loves, you couldn’t help but think “How could I be so lucky with a family like mine..” 

[roro-mo]

Love can wait

Hi all,

i posted this fanfic on fan fiction.net in the New Year and thought I should share this on tumblr for those who are looking for more ZoNa, just like me. You can find this here.

This was one of my first fanfics but I haven’t updated the story in like forever so am looking to go back to writing fanfics. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the chapter as much as I did. 

You don’t need to read the other chapters as they are not really connected - sort of. We haven’t entered the main plot at all so not connected as of yet. But reading chapter 6 may help you understand some of the things in this chapter. 

Summary: What if Zoro and Nami were childhood friends? How different would their lives be? Lot's of one shots set in an AU where Zoro and Nami are childhood friends. Mugiwara crew will also make an appearance. (It’s one of those close balcony friendship - cringe i know lmao, was young when I started LOL)

Rated: M (just to be safe) 

Disclaimer: One piece is not mine.

Also, Italics are what the characters are thinking. 

Zoro was completing his usual workout, but from home. He groaned, lifting the 15 kg weights for the 96th time. He needed to lift the weights 4 more times and he had to do it soon or Nami was going to barge in, ruining his schedule.

"97...98...99" he counted. He was lifting it for the last time when he smelt her signature fragrance.

"100" he grunted, dropping the weights and closing his eyes in peace. He felt her soft bosom on his back and her arms around him, as she completely pushed her body against him.

A single trail of sweat dropped from his temple to his cheek from the work out. He was too tired to push her away so he stood still, just breathing in and out to stabilise his heartbeat. However, this proved to be difficult as he could only smell her with every breath, and felt her soft small hands on his abs...wait... did he just feel her hands underneath his shirt?

"What the hell witch?" he spat, as his hands automatically stopped hers from outside of his shirt.

Nami was a flirt and loved teasing men, especially Zoro. She loved taking advantage of her beauty and loved getting her way. It was either her way or the highway. She was a greedy witch and she loved every part about it.

"Zoroooo" she said with a tone, a tone Zoro knew too well. It was a tone she used to get her way. A tone that often worked in nosebleed kun, which was not going to work on him.

"Seriously, what are you doing Nami?" he said, turning his head slightly to see what Nami was up to.

"I'm helping you remove your top." She said trying to move her hands, which was useless as Zoro clutched onto them.

"What do you want?"

"To eat." Nami said cheerfully. Today both their parents were out drinking while Nojiko was at university so it was only him and her. But their parents trusted them, hell they even encouraged to utilise their alone time and do something naughty. Nami's stepfather, Genzo, loved Zoro's wisdom and the way he respected elders. He would want nothing but for Zoro to take his no good spoilt daughter as his wife. While Zoro's father loved having Nami around and would be happy if someone, anyone could accept his muscle idiot of a son.

"And what does eating have anything to do with getting naked?" Zoro said with an eyebrow.

She withdrew her hand from underneath his t-shirt, away from his well built abs. Zoro was saddened at the departure of her warmth but was glad at the same time.

She pinched her nose, "well you kinda stink."

"Hurry and go take a shower. We are going to Baratie." she said, folding her arms, knowing Zoro was going to complain about meeting Sanji-kun.

"Baratie?" Zoro said, his voice slightly louder than he intended it to.

"Yes Baratie, Zoro, Baratie" Nami repeated it twice for her words to reach Zoro's head.

"We will be meeting up with Luffy there as well. Have a nice dinner and drink something nice. Well, Luffy won't. But we can." she said, making drinking gestures.

Zoro liked the idea of drinking with Nami. Maybe, they could resume their ongoing bet as well. Their bet of who can withstand drinks longer was still on hold as they either tie or come out drunk at the end of it. But seeing that shit head took the fun out of it.

He turned around, wiping his forehead clean with his left arm, showing off his biceps in the process. Nami's eyes fluttered to his biceps, enjoying the view he presented her.

"Will we see nosebleed kun as well?" he asked.

She made a face, "who is nosebleed kun? Don't make fun of Sanji kun." She said slapping his chest. Just to feel how hard it was and oh, it was hard.

"Just answer the damn question." he said, removing his top in front of her. His whole body seemed to be living as Nami could see each and every muscle in his body ripple against his skin whilst he removed his t-shirt. His nipples whispered hello to her and oh god, his abs. She trailed a single sweat that dropped from his neck, which made its way between his collar bone, past his chest, crossed his abs and disappeared in his belly button

"like what you see?" He said smirking at how fixated she was with his abs.

She quickly looked up to see him smirking at her, with that stupid grin. She was not gonna let him be the only winner.

"Nope, not at all." she said turning, throwing her hair to his face in the process, and moving towards the door. Zoro closed his eyes naturally and as he opened his eyes to shout some vain remarks to Nami, all he saw was her ass and hips moving side to side towards the door. She didn't need to say anything because she knew he was already looking.

"Be ready by 5 and come over as soon as you're ready." She said before leaving the room completely.

"Oh and invite law." she said with a wink.

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Zoro was ready in 10 mins. He put on a simple white top, jeans and a simple black denim jacket. He looked over his balcony to the other side with a frown.

She is definitely still getting ready.

He went over anyways to pressure her into getting ready quicker, only to find her putting on a skirt that didn't fit. Zoro could see the plumps of skin near the waist of the skirt and her ass as she was struggling to put it on. She was wearing a pink lace thong that illuminated the pale skin underneath. His shameful eyes drank the scene in front of him; her buns juggled as she shook her ass to try to fit the skirt. Damn, that is one big ass, he thought. His hands twitched to slap her right cheek but he shook the thoughts away.

"I don't think that fits Nami." He spoke in a low husky voice.

His voice surprised her, causing her to trip over herself and lose her balance, falling face forward. As a result, her ass was high up in the air and Nami put herself on display for him. He choked on his own spit at the scene in front of her. And that thong was not helping, it practically covered nothing with her ass high up for him to see.

With a tint of blush, he turned around to give her privacy.

"What the hell Zoro!" she turned her head from the ground and was relieved when she found him facing the other way.

She got up and got rid of the skirt. The skirt was velvet and in the colour red. It was short enough to show her smooth legs and just long enough to cover the important parts. Although the skirt didn't fit her, she got it on a 80% sale and her first instinct was to buy it. It was a bargain and was the last piece after all! It's a shame it doesn't fit as it would definitely look good on her.

She was dressed casual for today and was wearing a white cami top with lace detailed front. She was going to wear that velvet skirt with it but decided to replace it with high waisted ripped jeans. She felt a bit exposed after Zoro found her in her thong trying to wear a skirt that didn't fit! So she decided to go with something that would cover her legs.

"Just so you know," she said putting one leg through her jeans, "I'm charging you for that." She said putting the other leg in.

"What the hell witch!" he complained.

"How dare you walk in here and try to see me naked. I didn't peg you to be a Sanji, Zoro." She said walking towards her makeup table to brush her hair. Sanji is a term they use as an inner joke to call men who basically, well, act like Sanji-kun.

After what seemed to be an appropriate time to Zoro, he turned around to state his dissatisfaction.

"Well, it's not my fault you're not ready yet. You're the one who told me to hurry and now you're the one who's not ready. How is it my fault that you're still getting dressed after an hour?"

"You tell me to come over and now, you tell me not to come over, make up your damn mind witch." He said with a frown.

"Zorrroooo, I'm a woman. I'm allowed to take time to look my best." She said in a haughty manner.

She stood up, happy with her hair and turned to him.

"This," she said waving at her body, "doesn't happen overnight. It takes me time to look this good."

He just scoffed. Although he wanted to disagree and say she wasn't all the hotshot she thought she was, he didn't want to make her change clothes, which is something she would do if he disagreed.

He went to sit on her bed and complained that she was slow again.

"Did you call Torao-kun?" She asked reapplying her lipstick one final time. She checked her makeup once more before spraying her setting spray.

"Yes woman, yes, I called your ride." He said with a displeased voice.

Zoro met Law as a child in a kendo club. He was 5 and Law was 10. Zoro was always working hard and stayed behind every time to train harder. He muttered about getting stronger and this piqued Trafalgar D. Water Law's interest in the little boy. Law always teased Zoro for being a little boy yet having big "goals", to which Zoro always challenged Law and they somehow ended in a draw everytime. After leaving the kendo club, Zoro was still close with Law and had been together in every stage of each other's life. Nami and Luffy met Law only after an incident that required Luffy to visit the hospital.

Luffy unfortunately amputated his pinky finger from one of his stupid antics. Nami freaked out so much that she almost fainted when she heard the pinky land on her bedroom floor with a tap. Zoro fortunately knew Law who was a medical student. Law was from a family of doctors and his dream was always to follow his father's footsteps. He would spend hours reading on human anatomy and diseases when he was a child. Law was very smart as a child and eventually skipped grades before he entered medical school.

Zoro remembered law immediately and asked him for first aid through the phone. As they both sounded so distressed over the phone, Law asked them to visit his hospital where he was working as a placement. Zoro and Nami rushed Luffy to the hospital while Luffy was wailing and sobbing about his missing finger. Law helped Luffy calm down and proceeded to ask routine questions about the incident before helping to reattach his finger with surgeons (one of them being his dad). Thankfully, it was a success due to the first aid Law provided. Law was so surprised at how Luffy severed his finger, somewhere along the line due to his interests in Luffy's case, he became Torao and Luffy's friend without his approval. All he said was "so how did you cut your finger?" And Luffy hasn't left him alone since then. Nami thinks it's because Luffy was hysteric over his cut pinky and thanked Torao for (in Luffy's term) "saving his life."

Oh but Zoro knew. He's been with Law for a very long time and they grew up together after all. Zoro knew that wasn't the reason why Law still hangs around Luffy and Nami, and sometimes without Zoro. He's seen the stolen glances and the way law looks at Nami. Law wouldn't be wasting his time to drive them to Barati if he didn't fancy her.

A car honk was heard from outside of Nami's window. Zoro didn't miss the small smile that crawled on Nami's face and wore an annoyed look on his own. Nami sprinted out to her balcony and waved at her older friend.

She turned around and said "let's go!"

Zoro followed her with heavy footsteps. But he still followed her, he was compliant every time and he didn't know why.

As they got nearer to the parked car, Law lowered his passenger window and Nami leaned in on the opened window, revealing her cleavage to the driver. Zoro grimaced, acutely aware of what she was doing. Nami smiled and whispered a sweet 'thank you'.

That's when it hit Zoro. This witch knew. She knew Law had a thing for her and was using him like a Sanji.

Law's eyes followed the top that slightly slid down as Nami leaned over and settled at the cleavage that revealed itself to him. Law smiled in response and gestured Nami to get in the car. To save Law's dignity, Zoro shoved Nami aside and got in the front seat.

"Hey, what the hell?" She asked, ticked off at Zoro's actions.

"Sit at the back." he said gesturing behind him to the back seat.

She pouted because now she would have to sit alone at the back but got in anyways as she was hungry.

Baratie was a beautiful and a fancy restaurant owned by Chef Zeff, who Sanji admires and sees as a father figure.

Upon arrival, they were greeted by a well-lit restaurant with full-length windows around the whole restaurant for natural light. At night, the bulbs that hung on the ceiling were lit in different colours - purple, red, yellow, all creating beautiful lighting during the night. The wall was painted an elegant white, which matched well with the light pink velvet carpet on the floor. In the centre of the restaurant, one could find stairs leading down to the kitchen and up for more seating.

The receptionist recognised the distinct hair colours of Sanji's friends and she didn't even have to ask them about their reservation. She welcomed them and took them straight to the table reserved for "Sanji's queen" as was directed by Sanji in the morning.

"Here are the menus."

She didn't recognise the guy with the tattoos but proceeded to ask the other two whether they would like to order the same as usual.

Nami closed her menu and sweetly smiled before nodding her head. Her usual at the Baratie was a medium steak with chips and red wine, while Zoro's was a signature bacon burger with melted cheese and chips. Law read through a couple of pages before ordering a classic carbonara with white wine. She nodded before proceeding to head towards the kitchen.

Nami was sitting across Zoro and Law was sitting in between them. Zoro saw Nami looking around and guessed she was looking for Sanji.

"Where's Luffy? I thought we were supposed to meet him here." Zoro asked Nami. Nami finally looked at Zoro, he doesn't know why but it felt like she hasn't looked his way today at all. Frankly speaking, Nami was too embarrassed to look at Zoro after the whole thong incident.

With her cheek on her palm, she responded "You'll see him soon enough! He was supposed to come with us but he said he'll already be here by the time we arrive."

Zoro munched on some garlic bread and asked, "Where's nosebleed Kun?"

"Who's nosebleed kun?" Law asked as he didn't remember anyone who was called that.

"Yes, Zoro, who is nosebleed kun?" Nami asked sarcastically, tilting her head to the side.

As if Sanji heard her, he came running with the drinks while singing "Nammmiiiii-swannnnn!"

"My love, my body has been waiting this whole day for this moment." Sanji said, skilfully twirling towards her, without dropping any of the drinks on his way.

"Ah, Sanji kun!" she said clapping her hands together.

"Here you go mademoiselle, one red wine." He said, kneeling down for her.

"Hey, where's my drink?" Law questioned, but it was completely ignored by Sanji.

"Thank you." Nami said lifting her hand gracefully and touching Sanji's cheek.

"I missed you so much." She cooed.

"I can't wait to eat the food your very hands made." she said touching his hands now.

"Namiii-swannn, I know our love was meant to be. For you, I've cooked only the finest and delicious food."

"Ahhh, but I don't have enough money to pay for the finest meals in your restaurant." She said with an act.

"And it's all free for you Nami-swan." Sanji said holding Nami's hand on his and lifting it lightly to kiss her hand.

She giggled.

"Great thank you, expected nothing less from you, Sanji-kun." She said rubbing his chin before looking at the two pairs of eyes watching her in shock.

"You're going to hell." Zoro stated.

"And you, how can you be so dumb you idiot cook."

"It's not free for you shitheads. You guys have to pay." Sanji said to the boys coming out of his love trance.

"Nami-ya, if you can't pay for it then I will pay for you. You don't need to resort to such...err…" His words died on his lips when she sent an angry look directed at him.

"No, thank you law. You guys owe me money, not the other way around. I don't mind a free meal but I don't want to owe you." She said in a pompous manner.

If this was a cartoon, Zoro's eyes would've literally come out of their sockets.

"How in the world is it any different to what you're doing to nosebleed kun?" Zoro said facepalming.

He could hear the 'ohhh, he's nosebleed kun' on the background as law finally put two and two together.

After handing out the drinks including Law's and Zoro's, Sanji lit his cigarette and looked at the tattooed man before him.

"Who the hell are you and why are you calling Nami-swan without honorifics you shithead?" He said, trying to intimidate law.

"Now now, calm down Sanji-kun. He's a friend." Nami introduced Law to Sanji and vice versa.

"By the way, Sanji-kun, do you know where Luffy is?"

"Oh, you didn't know? He's working with us to pay for his tab because he's a big eater." Sanji said taking another puff.

"Are waiters allowed to smoke here? What a terrible service this restaurant has." Law said as a little bit of jealousy stung him when he saw how close Nami was with this "nosebleed kun".

"Huhhhh, what did you say you tattooed shit head. Don't think I'll be intimidated by the word death tattooed on your dainty little fingers." Sanji said rolling his sleeves.

"Oh boy" Nami shook her head.

"He's a chef, not a waiter and yes, why are you waiting our table you idiot. Go back to the kitchen. I don't want to see your face, shitty cook." Zoro said crossing his arms.

"You asshole, you wanna fight. I'll take both of you on." Sanji said making a commotion on his restaurant, causing many customers to look his way now.

Once the customers started whispering about Nami's table, Patty, the rowdy chef in charge of Sanji, came out stomping his feet.

"What are you doing here Sanji? You should be inside the kitchen. You're making a fuss and disturbing other customers." He practically screamed at Sanji, making things only worse.

"Now come apologise." Patty pulled Sanji and apologised to others by bowing to the customers and forced his neck to bow as well.

As Sanji and Patty were apologising to everyone, a corner table got Nami's attention when both the customers started acting a little strange. Zoro, on the other hand, was watching Nami instead during the commotion and had seen the table that caught Nami's attention. Nami's attention was then taken away from said table by Luffy.

"Oiiii Namiiiiii, everyone, you guys made it." Luffy said cheerfully while waving his arms.

Nami's eyes widen in shock, "Luffy be careful, you're carrying a lot of food, it might all come ….."

Before she could finish the sentence, she heard a loud noise which now caught everyone's attention in the restaurant.

Luffy lost his balance and dropped all the plates of food he was carrying.

"Luffy you bastard, that better not be Nami-swan's food." Sanji said walking towards him.

Patty just screamed, knowing it was the wrong decision to hire Luffy as a chore boy. They were losing more money than making money!

Law was quiet as he watched the scene unfold before him. Sanji was beating Luffy and Patty was beating Sanji while Luffy just cried and said "shumimashe". But if it is one thing Law knows about Luffy, it is that wherever Luffy goes, trouble always seem to follow him.

Nami sighed. Great, yet another perfect day, well night, wasted. She thought.

She moaned as she got up from her seat, she was tired of the same shit happening each time they went out together. Before she could walk away, Zoro's question stopped Nami on her tracks.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"For fresh air and away from these idiots." She said pointing at the two chefs and Luffy who was also beginning to fight back after shouting "I didn't want to work as well." on the top of his lungs.

Oh but Zoro knew. He knew where she was going, he had watched her the whole day after all.

He watched her as she walked past the trio, who were still arguing about the wasted food, and saw the path she was taking. She was planning to go towards the back door, which leads to Baratie's beautiful garden where one could enjoy food and nature together. But the table that caught her eye earlier was on her way as well.

That clever witch.

She walked towards the back door, her waist moving from left to right and then finally stopped when she was next to the table in question. He watched her as she turned her head towards the table, as if someone called her name and saw the smile that creeped on her face. As soon as she looked at the table, the two people visibly jumped and looked towards the window, avoiding Nami's gaze. To their dismay, Nami started walking towards their table.

Zoro chuckled and Law made a mental note never to go anywhere with these psychos. Two were still arguing in front of him, his food all spilled on the floor, and his friend was laughing at the sight like a psycho. Psychos, they're all psychos!

Zoro got up to follow Nami. He started to become extremely curious and wanted to know who Nami found sitting at the table.

"Well, well, well." Nami said hand on her hip.

"Isn't this a beautiful surprise." She said looking at the couple in front of her, their date apparently interrupted.

In front of her sat the student counselor, Nico Robin and Zoro's home room teacher, Cutty Flam, also known as Franky. Franky was hiding behind the menu while Robin nervously laughed.

Zoro's jaw dropped as soon as he caught up to Nami. "Franky, what the hell are you doing here and why are you with herrr!?"

Although Franky was a teacher and should have authority over his students, he often behaved like his students and was seen as a friend rather than a teacher by his pupil. He was always seen hanging around his students and giving life lessons to kids in school.

"So what is this, a first date or perhaps, a proposal?" Nami asked, walking towards the table, trying to work out whether this was a serious relationship.

Robin finally processed all the information and her brain switched on. She picked up her wine slowly and brought it to her lips. She was thinking of numerous ways to play this and was planning her next move. She finally smiled and held Franky's hand that was on the table.

"Yes, we are on a date," She smiled, "aren't you both as well?" She asked softly, her smile provoking Nami further.

Robin knew how gutless Nami was when it came to Zoro. Robin knew Nami could charm the whole world, yet she could not charm Zoro, with whom she's spent all her life with. Zoro was the only man that didn't fall under her spell and it ticked off Nami to her bones. Robin knew that and while Nami waits to make her move, Robin already made hers and was proudly showing off her results to Nami.

Nami frowned, recalling their first meeting. This was Robin's win.*

Nami also reached out to grab Zoro's hands before responding, "Whatever we do is none of your business." Nami did not want to disclose any information and give Robin the satisfaction of knowing whether they were going out or not.

"Let's go Zoro." Nami demanded and walked the other way, back to their table. Zoro didn't have much of a choice as she was still grasping his hand and pulled him towards her.

"Hey, where are you going? I thought you wanted fresh air!" Zoro asked while following Nami.

Nami turned around to face him. She was exhausted; she just got defeated in the battle of wits with Robin and she was hungry! She was hungry and all she wanted to do was eat and drink. She looked at Luffy who was now planning on quitting the job as a chore boy. She wanted to get away, away from all the drama and just eat, something, anything. Just as she was about to suggest going elsewhere for food, as if Zoro read her mind, Zoro asked Nami, "Wanna ditch them and go to a bar for food and drinks?"

Nami has never been happier.

"But what about Law?"

"Screw him, he'll find his way back."

Nami was happy, extremely happy with where she was with Zoro. They are good friends and understand each other well. Sure, they argue from time to time but he (yes, I said he) will always compromise for her and isn't that what a relationship is all about. She has it all and she didn't want to lose what she has with what she could have. She would rather have him near her as a friend than lose him forever. So asking him out can wait just a little longer.

"Okay."

This time, it was his turn to pull her towards the exit of the restaurant. It was going to be just him and her, just the way it should be. And the rest can starve to death, for all Zoro cares.

"Zoro, that's the wrong way!"

"Damn, it!"

/////

* Reference to chapter 6. 

Hope you enjoyed it.

Hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening/night. :) 

[eeveedel]

chubby actor louis (pt 1)

Hi all, as you might be able to tell from the non-title, this is just a little fic I whipped together based on an au we’ve been discussing on my blog this week! I do want to eventually do more parts, but I want to see how people react to this part first. 

please note this fic deal with weight gain kink/fetish. it is heavy on food and weight talk. if any of that content bothers or triggers you, this will not be the story for you. 

this is criminally under-edited, so I apologize lol. but uhhhh enjoy! 

--

“Remind me what this is for, exactly.”

Harry was standing in the living room, swinging his car keys around one finger, and watching Louis as he laid on the couch, belly on the cushions, feet in the air, and enough In N Out to feed three people spread out on their coffee table.

“I told you last week,” Louis sighed, “This is for work.”

He was currently holding a double cheese burger, the thing already half-eaten, and there was pink sauce at the corner of his mouth.

Harry had seen Louis prep for plenty of TV and movie roles in the decade they had known each other, but none of his prep work had ever looked like this.

“How, again?” Harry asked as he watched Louis take another generous bite of his food. The other man chewed and swallowed, and then spoke, although his eyes were still on the food rather than Harry.

“I’m playing some Edwardian noble or something, and like, I have to look rich for that era, and everyone rich was kind of fat,” Louis said, “So. I have to gain twenty pounds.”

Harry stopped swinging his keys, instead catching and holding them in his palm.

“Twenty pounds,” Harry repeated.

“Well. Twenty to thirty. We’re aiming low to start. But I start prep today, so, yeah. Burgers!” Louis said. He took another bite of his burger, groaning, “God, that’s good. I forgot how good these are.”

He uncrossed and re-crossed his ankles behind him, kicking his feet a bit as he ate more of his burger. He looked up at Harry, sauce still on his mouth and his mouth full, like a chipmunk.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re cute,” Harrys supplied, offering him a small smile, “It’s nice to see you enjoying yourself.”

“Yeah, it’s great,” Louis smiled, “I kind of forget how good food can be when it’s not all quinoa, you know? I think this’ll be fun.”

He kept munching on his burger, and Harry glanced over at the pile of food on the table. Something in his stomach stirred – not hunger, not envy for the food, but something else he couldn’t pinpoint.

“Well, just pace yourself,” he offered. It was weak advice, and Louis laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Harry just nodded, still fixated on his boyfriend eating.

Louis was small, he had always been small, and he was in amazing shape. Even now, laid flat on the couch, Harry could see the definition of his muscles in his arms, legs, and along the exposed edges of his stomach where his shirt had rucked up. Harry couldn’t even picture what he would look like with twenty extra pounds. It seemed more fathomable for Louis to sprout a pair of wings than to gain that much weight.

“Do you want take out for dinner?” he asked, “I was going to cook but maybe that’ll be easier, so you can get whatever you want.”

“Ooh, yes, please,” Louis said, “Can we get Chinese? I want dumplings. And crab meat ragoon. And lo mein. Oh, and eggrolls. So many fucking eggrolls.”

“Are you still going to have room?” Harry asked, “You ordered three burgers and three helpings of cheese fries.”

“And I have a milkshake in the freezer!” Louis said cheerfully, “And honestly, I didn’t realize how fucking hungry I was until I ate this stuff. I think I’ve been starving for the last decade, holy shit.”

“Well,” Harry said, “It’s good you’re happy.”

Louis just hummed and nodded. He had polished off his burger, and he eagerly reached for the next one, unwrapping the silver foil on the burger like he was a child and this was his most anticipated Christmas present.

“I’m going to do some work upstairs,” Harry said, “Just let me know when you want dinner, okay?”

“Kay,” Louis mumbled around the burger in his mouth, “Love you!”

Harry nodded and then came over, giving Louis a quick kiss on the head before he left the room, heading for the main staircase.

He still had a weird feeling in his stomach, but that he could figure out later.

--

Harry noticed Louis’s – and by extension, his -- daily routine changing a bit quicker than he had anticipated.

For the last several years, they had each woken up at the same time to work out together and later have breakfast – shared veggie juices and granola, usually – the backyard together. It had been one of their things. He remember once a couple years ago some gossip rag had profiled them as one of Hollywood’s fit power couples. He had found that funny, because he always knew that Louis didn’t love working out. He just liked routine, and he liked that they had something to do together.  

But now that Louis was on his new assignment, Harry woke up and worked out alone while Louis slept in. Then, usually, by the time Harry had worked out, made breakfast, cleaned up the dishes, and sat down to answer his emails, Louis would roll out of bed and sit down next to him to eat a giant bowl of one of the many sugary cereals that had appeared in their cabinet.

“Morning, babe,” Harry would always say, “Did you sleep okay?”

“So fucking well,” Louis would agree through a mouthful of food. After he was done eating he would give Harry a kiss and then go to the living room to watch TV or read his lines. Harry would find them sprawled there for hours in just his sweatpants, sometimes napping, or having a snack, or just lazily watching the TV. Louis was a “go, go, go” type of person, Harry knew that. He liked having tasks, and he never gave himself a break.

“I’m glad you’re getting time to relax,” Harry said one afternoon while watching Louis unwrap the two fried chicken sandwiches he had ordered for lunch.

“Thanks, baby,” Louis had given him a smile and then focused on his food.

Maybe, Harry realized that week, Louis was fully relaxing. This was just another one of his goals. He was dedicating himself to a part, as well, and this part involved him pushing his body in different ways.

A week into Louis’s role preparation, Harry found him on the couch, as usual. There was some sort of HBO documentary playing, and he was eating orange chicken straight out of the carton, using chopstick skills Harry didn’t know he had.

He was also fiddling on his phone as he ate, his eyes still occasionally flickering to the TV.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked.

“Just placing another order,” Louis said, and then promptly deposited more chicken into his mouth.

“Another order?” Harry asked, lifting his brows in spite of himself.

“Yeah, this documentary is about McDonald’s, like, the business side of it or whatever – did you hear about this Monopoly thing that happened in the nineties, it’s fucked – but anyways, it put me in the mood for a burger.”

“You want a burger?” Harry parroted.

“And fries, obviously. Oh, maybe a milkshake. Do you want an iced coffee or something?”

“How are you still hungry?” Harry asked. In addition to the orange chicken carton in Louis’s lap, there was also a a bag of eggrolls on the table, and Harry had seen a big container of wonton soup in the fridge.

“Well, I’ll just have a few more bites of this chicken and then when the food comes I’ll be hungry again,” Louis said, still flicking through his phone. “Oh, man, haven’t had an apple pie from there in years. If I order two will you have one? There’s a sale.”

Harry didn’t answer at first, instead he just looked at Louis. He was dressed in his sweatpants, as usual, and no shirt. He had been going at this for a week now, not exercising and barely getting up from the couch and stuffing his face with whatever fatty or sugary thing he wanted. He liked nearly the same, unless Harry really paid attention. And he was paying attention now. Louis was still small, he had been so trim before that he was probably a little bit underweight. His stomach was still flat but it looked soft now, compared to his usual ripped definition. His face also looked a bit bloated, but that might just have been have the sodium. But Harry kept feeling like his eyes were playing tricks on him, that there was new weight and curves on Louis’s body that hadn’t been there days before.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Lou?” Harry asked cautiously, “With how much you’re having?”

“It’s temporary,” Louis huffed, “Come on, I told you this. Now leave me alone, I’m working.”

“Alright,” Harry agreed, “You’ll let me know, though, if you need something?”

“Sure,” Louis said, “Now. You want coffee? Apple pie? What? I’m ordering now.”

“I’m okay, baby,” Harry allowed, “But have whatever you want. You deserve it.”

Louis shot him a bright smile – were his cheeks rounder than usual? – and then went back to his phone.

An hour later Harry found Louis sleeping on the couch, a hand over his belly and the coffee table scattering with burger wrappers, fries and pie containers, and milkshake cups.

Harry quietly cleaned it up and went into the next room, trying to collect his thoughts that were far more racing for his liking.

--

“Harry,” Louis proudly declared the next week, “Guess what.”

They were sitting at the dinner table, Harry with a kale and pine nut salad and Louis with a silver container of take out pasta that the menu said could feed three people.

“What, babe?” Harry asked.

“I’m 152!” Louis exclaimed, “I gained seven pounds! So I’m, like, a third of the way done.”

Harry tried very hard not to let his face give away too much, as there was now heat growing in his belly. It had decided to arrive every time Louis talked about his weight or food now, and had become a confusing if not entirely unwelcome presence in Harry’s life.

“That’s great, baby,” Harry said, “It’s been, what, about two weeks?”

“Yeah, a pound every two days,” Louis grinned, “Isn’t  that good? I’m making such good progress.”

“You are,” Harry agreed. He was keeping his voice neutral, like a long-lost relative was telling him about their son’s sudden interest in baseball. Louis seemed to pick up on this, and pouted a little.

“Are you still worried about this?” Louis sighed, “That this isn’t good for me or whatever?”

“I’m not worried,” Harry said. And he wasn’t. Quite the opposite, really. And he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that yet.

“Because I talked to the doctor and everything, he says it’s fine,” Louis said. He heaped more pasta – cheesy penne dripping in fatty looking red sauce and chunks of beef – onto his fork and waved it around. “Well, he said it was fine if I took it slow and ate balanced meals, like still having lots of vegetables and lean protein and stuff.”

He stuffed the pasta into his mouth, and then looked into the tin of noodles.

“Hm,” he said, “Maybe I should work on that a little more. Like, the balanced stuff.”

“I can make you some stuff,” Harry offered, “Like that salmon you like. Or ratatouille. I can just give you a bigger portion.”

“Oh, that would be good,” Louis nodded, “Might take you up on that.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, his voice light again, “I mean, you’ve been having a lot of take out, and I’d love to cook something for you.”

Louis laughed, shaking his head.

“You’d have to make two versions,” Louis said, “Make mine with butter and salt and stuff.”

Harry swallowed, his throat a bit dry. He had maybe been thinking about that a bit too much. Easy dinners where he could swap out veggies and whole grains for himself and put more processed calories into Louis’s.

For Louis’s job, of course, just for that.

“I could up with something,” Harry said.

Louis offered him a smile and then reached out a hand, prodding at where Harry’s own hand was folded next to his plate.

“Thanks, babe,” Louis said, “And hey, I appreciate you being supportive of all this. I know it’s a little weird.”

“No problem,” Harry said softly.

Louis’s hand left his own, and the other man tucked back into his meal.

Harry was staring again, calculating, observing. Louis was wearing a shirt now, and his loose, around-the-house jeans, so he couldn’t see all of his body. But his face was dusted with softness, and there was a small, barely noticeable curve behind the fabric of his shirt that had never been there before.

As Louis tucked into more and more of pasta, his face became a bit pinched, though he kept eating. And then, slowly, Louis reached down, pushed up the hem of his shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans.

His face lightened as he did, an appreciative little breathe leaving his lips, and then he kept going with his feast, his other hand still cradling his bloated stomach as he ate.

Harry had to figure out an excuse to leave the table before that warm feeling in his stomach traveled any further south, and he would have a lot of explaining to do.

--

The weeks wore on, and Harry grew to admit to himself that he very much liked Louis’s assignment.

One night, when Louis was in bed with a tub of ice cream and a Netflix drama, Harry had been doing work in the living room, looking up some fabric prices for a new project at the studio, and his focus had shifted. He started doing some googling, and that lead to some reading, a few embarrassing quizzes, and one or two pornos, and by the time Harry had climbed into bed with a dozing, sticky-mouthed Louis, he had come to accept that he had a full on fetish for his boyfriend getting fatter.

He didn’t really want to admit it. After all, even though Louis seemed to be having fun, as far as Harry knew this was still just a job for him. He didn’t Louis to think he was weird; they had been together for so long, it would really suck for Louis to kick him out over a recently discovered fat kink. They had plenty of other bedroom thrills he could occupy himself that didn’t have to be…this.

So Harry stayed quiet, and just observed.

But that was getting harder, because Louis was getting rapidly and noticeably bigger.

He had gained ten pounds now, and it showed. He had a healthy curve to his belly and some fat on his cheeks. His collarbones looked less sharp, his hips were curvier, and his ass looked impressively delicious, a nice, happy hill that sat thick in his sweatpants. He was closer to an average weight for his height, but in contrast to the Louis Harry had known for years, who had a set of abs and toned arms and got asked about his exercise regime on the red carpet, it was a sudden shift.

Louis hadn’t asked Harry to cook for him yet, so Harry carried on with his meal plans of roasted vegetables and roasted fish and grains for himself while Louis kept indulging in whatever he wanted. They had a system that worked, even if it involved Harry trying to push down his real feelings.

Until, of course, Louis made it harder.

“Babe?” Louis called one afternoon. He was in the master bedroom, and Harry was stitching together a muslin design in his office. His usual sewing playlist was on and he was in his zone, so he was annoyed for a moment, but then melted back until his usual, unrelenting fondness for his boy.

“Yeah?” he returned.

“I need your help!” Louis called.

“Alright, one second,” Harry replied. He stood up, taking off his glasses, and went down the hall to their room. He didn’t know what he expected, exactly, but when he walked in, he was greeted by Louis, shirtless, and struggling to button his skinny jeans.

Harry stood in the doorway for a second, just watching, until Louis lifted his head and offering a sheepish smile.

“These are kind of tight,” Louis said, “I shouldn’t have bought them this close cut, anyways.”

“Oh?” Harry choked out. He couldn’t stop looking at how the crease of Louis’s belly pushed out against the flaps he was forcing together.

“Yeah,” Louis sighed, “Come help me.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Harry said. He was babbling a little, he knew that, but he still came around to Louis.

“Hold onto the back of my jeans and pull,” Louis instructed. Harry did so, grabbing the loops of Louis’s jeans. He gave them a tug, which got them a little higher over Louis’s hips. The other man struggled with the button. Louis was huffing a bit, trying to get his new belly, as small as it was, into his old jeans that had been tight even on his old body.

Harry tried to tug again, and Louis groaned and yanked at the tabs again. He seemed close to getting them to close, but when he moved to pull the button into the loops, the tabs flew apart. Louis huffed, relaxing his body, his stomach puffing out.

“One more time?” he asked Harry, his voice high.

“Okay,” Harry managed. He felt hot all over, watching Louis wriggle and struggle with his jeans, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

He grabbed the jeans in a different spot, at the hem rather than by the loops, and pulled a bit harder. He heard Louis take in a loud breath and then move fast, quickly buttoning up the jeans. He exhaled and then went to do up the zipper, fully getting the jeans on. But his breath out sounded labored, like his jeans were still holding him hostage.

“Thanks, baby,” Louis said, and turned around to give Harry a kiss.

“You’re welcome,” Harry said, “Call me if you need anything else.”

He touched Louis’s side, his skin soft and warm, and then quickly left the room, back to his study where he could calm down with Sufjan Stevens and his sewing machine.

When Louis came back a few hours later, Harry noticed he was wearing a different pair jeans than the ones he had shoved on earlier. But he decided not to ask him about it.

--

By the time Louis was fifteen pounds heavier than when he had started, Harry was starting to lose it a little.

Every night he laid next to his boyfriend, and they were still having sex and showering together and enjoying their usual fun, but it was becoming harder for Harry to keep his eyes and hands off Louis’s jiggling belly and thighs, or to not spend his afternoon kissing Louis’s rounding cheeks.

His boyfriend was more stunning than ever, and Harry was too much of a coward to tell him that.

On one particular afternoon, Harry was staying home doing some spring cleaning while Louis was out at a meeting with the director and some of the main cast members for the movie he was prepping for. Usually Louis found these meetings boring but enjoyable enough, so Harry expectedly him to be an alright mood when he came back.

Instead, Louis slammed the front door closed, his teeth set straight as he walked in.

“God, fuck,” Louis cursed loudly.

Harry was cleaning in the kitchen, and he froze, rag in one hand and spray bottle in the other.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Harry asked.

“The fucking director said he’s not happy with my look,” Louis said, throwing up his hands to make air quotes at the last words, “I told him I’m not done gaining weight yet but he said that twenty pounds isn’t going to work anymore. He wants at least thirty. So I have to gain another fifteen pounds in the next few months.”

He brought his hands down, settling them on his noticeably plusher hips. He really was looking so good these days. And this news was music to Harry’s kinky ears, but it was clearly upsetting to Louis.

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard, right?” Harry said, “You gained fifteen pounds in just over a month. Surely you can do the last half, too.”

“I’m hitting a plateau,” Louis groaned, “I gained only a pound this week and I’ve been eating just like a normally have.”

He settled his hands as he said this, manhandling the softness, and groaned.

“God, I didn’t think getting fat would be this hard,” he sighed.

Harry blinked, something clicking together smoothly in his brain at hearing Louis say that little three letter word.

“You know, honey,” Harry said slowly, “I think I could help.”

“No, I can do it myself,” Louis said quickly, “It’s my body and my job, I can – “

“Louis,” Harry cut in. Louis seemed surprised at the interruption, and Harry realized that his voice had been a bit strong. “I’m – I should tell you something.”

“What?”

Harry nervous scrubbed at a patch of the countertop that was already gleaming.

“So, um, I was doing some research…”

“Oh, god, Harry,” Louis huffed, “What did you do now?”

Harry was quiet, and tapped his fingers over top of the rag on the counter.  

“Okay, so, I think I have a fetish. A fetish for you gaining weight.”

Louis just looked at him, and Harry rushed on.

“Like, I didn’t realize, but I’ve been really – turned on seeing you do all this in the last month. And I think you look so fucking good, and I – I’d like to be a part of it, I think.”

He took a long breath when he was done, and Louis was still just staring at him.

Eventually, the other man spoke.

“Well,” Louis said slowly, “That’s. Convenient.”

He laughed, then, not malicious, but light and happy, and it made the tension in Harry’s body unspool.

“I mean, listen, I don’t know if I’m into this,” Louis said, gesturing to his stomach, “I’m doing this for a job and I’ve only really thought about it that way. But…if you’re into it, maybe…maybe you can help the process go a bit smoother.”

“I’d like that,” Harry said, “Seriously, I can cook for you, and weight and measure you and make sure you’re on track with what the director wants, and maybe we could…experiment a bit. And if you don’t like it then we never do this again after you finish your job.”

He paused for a minute, and looked at Louis hopefully.

“What do you think?” Harry said, and he hated how breathless he sounded.

Louis was quiet for a minute, and Harry’s anxious brain spun a thousand and one scenarios in that silence – that Louis was going to slap him in the face, pack a bag, quit this movie and lose the weight just to personally spite Harry.

But instead, Louis came around to the other side of the counter and gave Harry a long kiss. Harry kissed back, a bit confused but happy for the touch.

When Louis pulled back, he was grinning, and his eyes were glinting.

“So,” Louis said, “What are you making me for dinner?”

[beelspillowpet]

Security (A SFW Jinx + Beel & Lucifer)

The idea I had the previous night. Jinx and Beelzebub had been talking about having a physical marking for their pact. Something like a permanent tattoo to show that they were together. Jinx had a bit of an episode, and as a result, they go to Lucifer to calm her down.

This is SELF! INDULGENT! TRASH! I feel like I need to say that every time now lol. It’s about Jinx, so of course there is not “MC” talk. The personalities might be a bit warped, but that’s because this takes place in MY PERSONAL CANON of how the story went down. MC is not a sack of potatoes blindly rushing into danger. MC is a troubled young woman named Jinx.

Warnings? A hint of sadness | If you squint, a bit of eating disorder | DDLG elements- although nothing explicit.

“I’m sorry! I told you it might-?!”

Jinx crawled off the edge of the bed and rushed to grab her robe. Out of courtesy for everyone else and a sense of decency, she threw on something before she could rush out of the door and to the bathroom.When Beelzebub managed to get into clothes of his own, he followed after her.

When he found her, she was doubled over the toilet, emptying the contents of tonight’s dinner in chunks. What a shame. He’d just got her to stop throwing up her dinner not too long ago. “Pum’kin?” Beelzebub frowns. He reaches out to touch her, but she backs away from him instantly, squeezing herself down and against the corner of the bathroom.

“Don’t! J-just don’t, please!”

He pulls away, his stomach churning. He’s heard her sound like this before, but it’s been ages. He still didn’t know exactly what he did wrong. He was only doing what she asked.

For safe measures, he presses himself back against the wall opposite of her. “Okay… I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d scare you like that. I was just trying to mark you like you asked. You do still want me to mark you, right?” It was an innocent question. They’d been talking about leaving a physical mark on her skin ever since they made their pact together. Jinx thought she was ready, she’d been ready for a while, hadn’t she?

“I do! I did! I did say that, didn’t I? But I didn’t think you’d put it there, Bee!” Jinx shouted. “I thought you’d put it on my chest, or my arm or something!”

“What’s wrong with putting it on your belly?”

Another innocent question. The answer should have been simple. I’m just uncomfortable with it being there, was all she needed to say. Her mouth opened, then shut. Then opened again as if she was convincing herself to actually explain why. What came out instead was a quiet plea.

“I need to see papa. Can you take me to him?”

Beelzebub walked her down the long corridor. He got her into a quick shower and then a pair of pajamas back in her bedroom first. He held her hand, and she held onto her spare blanket and rabbit plushie. Beelzebub knocked once, then twice on the door when Lucifer didn’t answer. Shortly after, he heard tired groans and the sound of the man rolling out of bed and to the door.

When he opened it, he looked as tired and frustrated as he usually did. He must have pushed back his hair to present himself somewhat normally before even letting anyone get the chance to see his bedhead. Just like him to do so.

“Beel and Jinx.” He says slowly, fighting the urge to yawn. “I suppose it’s better than Mammon. What are you two doing up this late?” He peers over Beelzebub’s form so he can properly see Jinx’s face. The moment he can, he’s wide awake. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and her lips were curled downward into a deep frown. “What’s going on?” he asks more softly.

“Well- we were…” Beelzebub immediately trails off. He didn’t want to give away her privacy so easily, so he thought for a moment while Lucifer coaxed Jinx into his arms for a hug. “I scared her. I didn’t do it on purpose, but she ended up throwing up in the bathroom. She wanted to come see you.”

Lucifer looked over Beelzebub’s face with a scowl. He pulled Jinx back for a second to wipe her tears away. “There, there. It’s okay Little One. Come on, I’ll put you to bed. You must be exhausted.” He turned around and walked Jinx into his bedroom, taking her over to the corner of his bed. He looked back at Beelzebub and grimaced. He was to wait there so he could get full disclosure on what exactly happened.

Jinx wrapped the blankets around herself before sitting down on the bed, hugging her rabbit doll close. “P-papa, I’m sorry for waking you up.” She apologized promptly. “I know you got a busy day t-tomorrow and I shouldn’t be freaking out over it. It’s dumb, I’m being dumb.”

“It’s alright.” Lucifer sighs. “You’re scared and hurt, Little One. I’m going to take care of it, okay? Now, I need you to be brave for me. I’m going to have a quick chat with Beel about what happened, and then we can talk too. But I need you to sit here and breathe like I taught you; can you do that?”

Jinx shook her head, feeling tears forming again. “I don’t wanna be alone again, papa. Please?”

“Little One,” Lucifer starts again, giving her another hug. “I would tear anyone apart in a slow and agonizing fashion if they ever hurt you. No one, not even Father, could stop me from making sure you’re safe. I protect my own.” Jinx buried her face into his clothed chest and sniffled.

Lucifer chewed his tongue, pushing further. “When I pulled you and your brother away from those demons trying to hurt you I told you how much I loved you both and wanted to make sure you survived. Do you think what I told you two in that moment was a lie?”

It took Jinx a second to process. Then she shook her head.

“Give me just a minute, Little One.” He let go of her and stepped out of his bedroom with swiftness. The timer in his head is already ticking. He allows Beelzebub to fill him in vaguely about what happened before crossing his arms and looking away.

“That’s a bit…” Lucifer sighs. “It can’t be helped, I suppose. When she gets like this, I’m the only one who can calm her down. I suspect she’ll want to spend the night in here.”

Beelzebub frowns. “She won’t want to leave…? I didn’t get an answer out of her before about why she reacted like that. I was only doing what she wanted…”

Lucifer yawned again, almost at his limit. “I know you were, Beel. Sometimes humans go through terrible things that leave them a bit… scarred. She is no exception. Just go on to bed, things will be handled on my end from here.” He waved Beelzebub off and reentered his bedroom.

“I’m back, Little One.” Lucifer announced. Jinx hopped off the bed and dove back into his arms, holding him tight. “I told you, I would be back. Thank you for being so brave for me. Now, I need to ask you a few questions, okay?”

Jinx looked up at him, pouting.

“Don’t fret, I won’t pry about it. I just need to know what to do moving forward. I got Beel’s side of things, but what about you? Do you want to talk about it?” Jinx shook her head, burying her face back into his chest. “Okay. What about tomorrow? I can tell things are going to be bad if we don’t clear the air. Or I can take you to visit Dr. Wayne?”

“Dr. Wayne?” Jinx asks, looking back up at him. “I haven’t seen him since before Christmas… I need to give him my notebook! I did some writing in it, we can go over that stuff!”

Lucifer smiles, pushing her hair out of her face. “Okay, Little One. We can take you to see Dr. Wayne after we make a phone call in the morning, alright? Now… Do you want to go back to your room? Are you feeling good enough to stay in your room now?”

Jinx frowned again, letting go of Lucifer. She sat down on the bed again and hugged her stuffed rabbit. “Can I stay here?” she asked softly. “I know it’s silly. I’m too old to act like this, but I-”

“You’re not too old for any of this. You are my precious Little One. You need my protection and my security, and I am happy to provide it. You could be 21, or 51 years old, and I would never turn you away. Problems like yours just don’t go away, whatever they may be. Know that whenever things get too tough, you have me to fall back on.”

Jinx tilted her head downwards and smiled a little. “You always know what to say, papa.” She threw her legs on to the bed and pulled the sheets over her. She took her extra blanket and placed it on top for the extra warmth, as it was usually colder in his room. Lucifer walked over and kissed the top of her forehead. He tickled her in, making sure the blankets fit over the majority of her body before taking his place on the other side of the bed.

“G’night, papa.” Jinx whispered. “N’ thank you.”

Lucifer yawned one last time, shutting his eyes. “Good night, princess.”

[smmahamazing]

InuKag Week 2020 - Home

FFN or AO3

And, here I am at the final hour! (at least it feels like it lol). Well, firstly,  I didn't feel very well this weekend, so this chapter didn't get as much editing as the rest. Hopefully it doesn’t look too bad lol  InuKag Week 2020 is over with! I am SO happy I got to participate this year (even if I waited until last minute to start writing for it LOL). I have read and seen some amazing, beautiful, heartfelt, and funny fanfics/fanart. Between people who had something written for every day, and people who told a whole story with each prompt. I love this fandom, and am so honored to be apart of it all <3

It was hard to believe they were standing in their house. Their house. Inuyasha had to keep pinching himself to remind him that he wasn’t dreaming. He was standing in the middle of a generous living room, bare of furniture and pictures that have yet to be hung on the wall. The curtain-less windows let a copious amount of light into the empty space, giving the room a warm glow. They had seen what must have been dozens of houses. Too small, not enough bedrooms, outdated kitchen, too dark, too expensive, bad neighborhood. Inuyasha didn’t think that house hunting would be such an arduous task - he himself barely thought about it when he first found his previous apartment - but there was no room for error when you’re expecting your first child.

They were really cutting it close moving into a new home with Kagome being almost seven months pregnant. Moving was always a stressful activity, and Inuyasha didn't want to accidentally force her into labour early due to stress. Kagome was adamant about needing the proper home for a family of three. Both of their apartments were just too small to accommodate them all. Besides, Kagome wanted to start making memories in a new home when this baby came - not including any future children they have.

She was currently upstairs, giving her mother a tour of their new home while they waited for Miroku and Sango to arrive with the moving van.

Inuyasha has taken the week off from work to get them properly moved into the new house. Kagome was due in a month's time, and Inuyasha wanted the house to be completely ready when they brought their new child home. He had hoped that they would have found a house sooner, but Kagome’s selective preferences for their new home had really set them back. Sango and Kagome’s mother had both agreed to stop by throughout the week to help unpack and decorate while Inuyasha would do all the heavy lifting. Kagome’s only job was to rest and tell everyone where she wanted everything. Inuyasha was sure that if he saw Kagome even lifting a book he’d have a fit.

Hanyou pregnancies were shorter than human pregnancies, usually by a month or two depending on the type of youkai. Since Kagome was human, the doctors had speculated that she would give birth probably about eight months in, although there still wasn’t much data about three-quarter human, one-quarter youkai babies, so at this point in her pregnancy anything could happen. The idea that they could still be in the middle of unpacking when the baby came was extremely nerve-racing for Inuyasha. As far as he was concerned, he had one week to get their household in order. It couldn’t be too hard. Right?

‘Mama will probably know how Kagome wants the kitchen to be set up. Sango can tackle the bedroom and bathroom with Kagome while I get the nursery all set up…’

Inuyasha continued to stand in the middle of the living room, his mind going a hundred miles a minute thinking about all the work that had to be done. Miroku was taking his sweet ass time driving the moving van with all their furniture over, and it was starting to grind on his nerves. Normally, Inuyasha would have just driven the damn thing himself, but there was no way in hell he was going to leave Kagome alone for more than a few minutes. Although, thinking about it now, he could have just driven the thing himself and been here already.

Inuyasha was so deep in his own thoughts, that he hadn’t even noticed his new wife coming up behind him. Kagome rested her cheek in between his shoulder blades, opting to simply place her hands on his waist since her protruding belly wouldn’t allow her to wrap her arms around him. She could feel the tension in his shoulders begin to wane as he allowed her to lean against him as much as she could. For a minute, they both just stood together in the empty room, content to bask in the warmth from the sun peeking in through the windows. A quiet cluttering in the kitchen brought them back to the present.

“Mama packed up most of the kitchen in her car,” Kagome mumbled into his back. “She said she would start putting things away for me so we can actually eat home cooked meals instead of getting take-out all week.”

“Wow, you’d really put the fate of our new kitchen in your mother’s hands? You must really trust her.” Inuyasha teased. Kagome was very possessive about her kitchen, from where the plates were stored to the pots and pans.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she huffed, lightly slapping his back before he spun around to cradle her into his chest.

“I just know how obsessive you are about the placement of your kitchen. Hell, you just about completely re-worked my own kitchen when we first started dating!”

“Well, you had the pots and pans shoved into the most hard to reach cabinet! Did I or did I not make your kitchen more easily accessible?”

“You sure did wench,” he laughed, hugging her tight.

“I’m sure Mama will just attempt to duplicate her kitchen at home. I’d rather spend my energy  helping you and Sango with the bedrooms.”

“Wench, the only ‘help’ you’re gonna be giving is from a chair!” Inuyasha growled, attempting to sound threatening. Kagome merely rolled her eyes and clung to her husband tighter. Soon enough, Sango and Miroku would arrive with the bulk of their belongings, and Kagome had a feeling that they would be spending the majority of their time unpacking instead of cuddling.

She breathed in deeply, taking in the fresh scent of pine that always managed to calm her. This next month was going to be hectic, only more so when the baby finally arrives. Surprisingly though, Kagome wasn’t as stressed about it all as she thought she’d be. She knew Inuyasha was going to work as hard and long as possible to prepare the house. She was lucky to have a husband as dedicated as Inuyasha was.

Inuyasha and Kagome pulled apart as they heard the moving van pull into the driveway.

“About fucking time,” Inuyasha mumbled, stalking his way to the front door. Kagome shook her head and chuckled at her husband. Instead of following him, she decided to keep her mother company in the kitchen. Perhaps between the two of them, they could put a small snack together for everyone.

Kagome stole one last glance over the empty living room. By the end of the day, Inuyasha and Miroku will have unloaded all their furniture, and their new house will finally look like a home.

[sluttysan]

NCT 127 reaction to you teasing them around the members

✰Taeil: It didn't take Taeil long to know what you were doing. When he realizes your hands were moving a little too much under the covers, and that your body moved more into his, he initially kept quiet and tried not to pay attention to you. It wasn't until your hand crept dangerously high on the inside of his thigh that he knew he had to stop you. You were lucky it was dark and under the covers, as you were watching a movie with the guys. However, don’t think Taeil will reciprocate your actions. He’d try to calm himself down from getting turned on, but will fail. As soon as he felt himself grow, he’d grab your hands and intertwine his fingers with yours. He would whisper sweetly to you, letting you know that he couldn’t do anything with you, as it was risky to do so in front of the members.

“Baby, now’s not the time...We can do that later, okay?”

✰Johnny: Teasing Johnny period would probably not be the brightest idea. So, when you decided to do so under the dinner table with the guys around...let’s just say he was not having it. When he felt you playing with his zipper under the table, he would sigh, taking your hand and giving it a small squeeze, then letting go as a warning. He would lean in, chuckling, “baby, not now,” in a very passive-aggressive way. You complied for a bit, but after a while, you did the same thing, this time adding pressure to his crotch, palming him, eliciting a groan from him. The guys didn’t happen to catch what was going on, but it was definitely the last straw for him. He wouldn’t be able to give you another warning, growing impatient with you and taking your hand and holding it firmly, this time not letting go of it. He didn't understand why you were teasing him so shamelessly in front of the members, as it wasn’t something you two did before. Honestly, he thought you were just trying to mess with him more than anything else. So he was going to stop you before it had to get to the point of him needing to take you to the bathroom. He would keep warning you in muted ways, not trying to bring any attention from the guys. When you two were alone, he would address it with you, sexually frustrated and all.

“What the hell was that? What do you think you were doing?”

You’re def getting punished, good luck

✰Taeyong: You were in the kitchen, getting lunch ready with your boyfriend. It was his and the guys’ day off, and he invited you over to the dorm so that you could finally cook together. For the most part, Taeyong was the one cooking, as he insisted to do. So you resorted to sitting down and watching him adoringly, your head cocked to the side, your arm propped up and holding your chin. Something about Taeyong cooking was kind of hot, and you just couldn’t help but watch him intensely. He didn't notice until he was cutting up some vegetables in front of you, smiling shyly when he made eye contact with your piercing gaze. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I don't know. You just look so hot right now.”

“You’re silly. I’m just cutting vegetables. Nothing hot about that.”

He rolled his eyes at you, thinking you were just messing with him. He shook his head and let out another chuckle before going back to the stove, dumping the vegetables in the pot. 

“Come here. I guess you can help me since you’re obviously so bored.” 

You got up and stood beside him as he added some tomato paste with his finger. He mixed the ingredient into the pot with a ladle, then took a scoop, blowing onto it before handing it over to you to taste. You took his hand instead, grabbing his finger and placing it in your mouth. You licked it clean, then bit your lip.

“Babe...Don’t tempt me, not right now.” He looked around, then set the ladle aside, attempting to resist you.

“What do you mean?” You innocently cooed, still holding his finger on your lips.

“The guys are right next door, Y/N,” he’d laugh.

“So...?”

He would be on the cautious side, considering the guys would never let him live it down if he was caught fucking you. If he knows you just didn’t want to wait, he’ll most likely make a quick stop to his room with you for a quickie.

✰Yuta: You wanted Yuta so badly, but he wasn’t getting any of your hints. You squeezed his thigh, nothing. You leaned into him, nothing; in fact, he just placed his arm around you. You pecked his neck, still...nothing. To be fair, you were also trying to be subtle, since the members were around. But after some time, that bored you, and you were really needy for him. Yuta was already such a touchy person, so he didn’t think those physical affections you were giving him were any more than just that--sweet, innocent physical affection. So, when the members were occupied with something else, your neck kisses got wetter and your hand went from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, creeping between his legs, and that was the moment he finally knew what place your affection was coming from. He’d take your hand, stopping you and gave you a look. 

“Y/N, right now?”

And so you stopped, letting out a sigh and giving up. However, he got had gotten your message and knew you were needy, so don’t be surprised when after a few minutes, when he was sure no one could see, he would tease you right back, actually finding your antics to be quite amusing. This could honestly go for quite some time because this boy definitely has the energy for it, and the appetite. He’d get carried away, teasing you harder than you were initially teasing him. He’d turn being sneaky and teasing into almost a sport with you, so don’t expect him to try to stop you most of the times you try this. He’d graze his fingers up and down your side and pull you closer to his side, leveraging your thighs up to give your ass a squeeze when no one was watching. He was just having too much fun with it. Yuta will keep going until he reaches the point that he was adjusting himself too much, that one more time would’ve definitely given himself up, so he just had to excuse you both to do more than just some teasing.

✰Doyoung: Dongyoung was confused at first, not knowing if you were purposefully pressing your ass deeper against him in the studio. It was after practice, and you were sitting on his lap as he ate the food you brought him. You just felt the sudden urge to tease him, and it would take him a while to realize what you were trying to do to him. His eyes would get big when he finally gets the pattern of you continuously moving around in his lap, and he’d start eating his food slower, even stuffing some food in your mouth to get you to stop. He’d be really annoyed if you kept going, like how dare you have the audacity to tease me, and in front of the members? Probably leans in to whisper a threat something in your ear to get you to stop. If you didn't stop, he’d clearing his throat, bringing attention to you as a means of getting back at you. Even if that didn’t make you stop, you won’t win with this one lol. Sure, you’ll probably make him hard, but it only makes it worse for you. He’ll make sure you learn from your mistake, though. You’re definitely getting punished, whether that was getting fucked hard that night or not getting fucked at all--it would depend on how lenient Dongyoung was feeling tbh.

“Okay, you’re doing this on purpose. If you don’t stop right now, expect to do a lot to get my forgiveness.”

✰Jaehyun: You leaned against Jaehyun on the couch, your hand initially on his chest. His arm was around you, and he was talking it out with the guys, mostly Taeyong and Johnny, who sat on the other side of him. You wanted so bad to go out and eat like he had promised you over an hour ago, but he was taking too long. Your patience grew thin, especially when every time you would remind him, he would rub your back and tell you “soon, baby,” but without even looking at you. Fed up, you knew there was one thing you could do that he couldn’t ignore. Your hand slid down his chest to his belly, and you began to rub right above his crotch. He immediately turned to you, eyes wide and in disbelief. This one will definitely not let you off the hook. He’d give you a telling look, warning you that you had to stop. He knew exactly what you were doing, and he was not about to get a boner in front of the guys. If you kept going, don’t expect him to be happy about it. He’d get up, taking you with him to the closet place away from the guys, pinning you against the wall.

“Why are you trying to get me horny in front of them?”

“I’m not. You’re taking forever, and you said we were going out over an hour ago.”

“Are you serious? That’s how you decide to get my attention for food? Do you want me to go eat with you or do you want me to fuck you, Y/N?”

���Win Win: In private, Sicheng wouldn't mind a little teasing. In fact, he loved it when you teased him before things got heated, just because he prefers to ease into it, rather than rush. But although he enjoys it quite a bit, he draws the line when it comes to doing it in public, especially with the members present. So, when you leaned in to whisper dirty things in the movie theater with the members around, he was frustrated, to say the least. He didn't know what was worse, you deciding that the best time to tease him was around the members, or that you were very clever and sneaky about it. However, Sicheng was even more bothered at the fact that your boldness turned him on even more. It honestly made him even more hot and bothered, but he knew he couldn’t just leave with you-- that would be too suspicious. Since it was dark and the movie was getting louder, Sicheng took off his jacket, covering you both, giving into your needs. 

“Maybe we can...Just a little bit.”

He would keep his eyes on the screen as you continued to tell him dirty things that lead to the two of you begin to physically teasing each other. It was exciting for Sicheng, but you two wouldn’t do anything more than feeling each other up and lingering neck kisses for the next hour, because he was still afraid to be caught by the members. He’d just want to savor the moment more than anything else, since it was so new to him. After the movie, however, he won’t want to ease his way into fucking you, he’ll get straight into it, and fast. As in, as-soon-as-you’re-in-bed-together fast.

✰Jungwoo: You made very concentrated eye contact with your boyfriend, Jungwoo, who was sitting right beside you at a post-concert late dinner. Your boyfriend just looked so handsome, and you couldn’t peel your eyes off of him. After a bit, you couldn't help but get turned on by the smallest things, like when he ran his hand through his hair, or when he licked his lips before taking a sip of his drink. He wasn’t sure why you were staring at him at first, obliviously asking you if he had anything on his face.

“Is there something on my face?” *goes to wipe his cheek*

“Nope.”

“Okay...”

You could see him gulping at the sight of your eyes meeting his as you then took a sip out of his drink right after him, and he finally knew you were in the mood. He would stay quiet, though, unsure of how to deal with it. After dinner, you rested your head on his lap, then began playing with the waistband of his jeans, teasing him. Your hand then went to his crotch. He’d take your hand and stop you, looking around to make sure no one else saw. He would very sweetly tell you not to do that, bringing your hand up to his face and kissing it.

“As much as I want to, you shouldn’t do that. Not when the members are around. When we’re alone, baby, okay? We can leave in a little bit, I promise.”

✰Mark: Playing video games with your boyfriend and the guys was always incredibly competitive and very intense, but most importantly, it was so much fun. However, this time around, your boyfriend had suddenly gotten so much better than you remembered, as he kept winning and playing over and over again. It was so frustrating to you because you had a wait a long time to play between nine other people. So, when you finally had your chance, you had to beat him-- it was the competitive nature in you. The game was heated as usual, and after a few rounds, Mark was about to beat you. 

“Looks like I’m beating everyone tonight,” he smugly laughed.

However, you were not having it, and weren't ready to lose, groaning in response. When he first heard you groan, he would laugh to himself at how worked up you were. You kept groaning, and Mark grew quiet, turning to see if you were alright, concerned at why you were suddenly groaning so much, causing him to finally lose one of the rounds. You caught his attention, and from the corner of your eye, you saw him turn towards you each time you groaned, biting his lip. He was suddenly quiet, and that was when you knew Mark was definitely weak for your groans, as it reminded him of something the rest of the members didn’t know about-- so, of course, naturally, you used that for your advantage. You kept groaning, making the very distracted Mark lose the final round. He knew exactly what you were doing, but won’t try to expose you in front of the members since he was a bit embarrassed. 

However, you may have won the game, but that was all you were winning. Don’t think he’ll let you get away with it; he’ll come sit right by you and try to get back at you with something that he knew turned you on.

“I know what you were doing. That was clever. You’re lucky we’re around them. Don’t worry, you only won the video game. You won’t win later.”

✰Haechan: Sitting on Donghyuck’s lap was always normal and innocent, especially when you were around others. See, the way you usually sat on his lap around others was mostly on his thighs, with your legs draped over to the side. You sat strictly on his legs, but not really directly on his crotch. However, when you had to sit in the back with him and the members in the crowded company van, there was hardly enough leg space for you to drape your legs over to the side. And even more, you two were stuck at the window seat, so you had to sit directly on his crotch. He didn't think much about it until the van began moving, when you were almost instantly pushed more against his crotch, making Donghyuck let out a muffled whimper. He cleared his throat as he moved further back into the seat, pushing you just a bit forward and off his crotch. You, remembering a random time your shithead boyfriend messed with you, decided to be petty and use the situation for your advantage because why not. The bumps on the road were already so excruciating for Donghyuck, and you could tell every time he had to move around to get you to avoid his growing member. Even so, you always pushed yourself back into him, acting as if you were just getting comfortable. So he gave up on pushing you away, and for the rest of the car trip, he put his head down, resting it against your back. At the end of the car trip, he waited for the members to leave before putting his head back up and whining to you, holding you close to him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. The car ride was really bumpy.”

“What are you talking about, Hyuck?” You asked, acting oblivious. You stood up and hopped out of the van, and Donghyuck followed. Once he closed the van’s door, his hands went to cup his bulge. You pretended not to notice. He frantically scanned the scene around the van before adjusting himself so it wasn’t as prominent. 

“I didn’t want the guys to see...”

Unable to continue with your innocent act, you giggled, giving yourself away with your lack of surprise.

“You...You did this on purpose, didn’t you? I should’ve known.”

[readingwritingcrying]

I was wondering if you could write something about Crowley been jealous. I don't know maybe a costumer starts going to the bookshop and seems to really like Aziraphale. Idk if that makes sense lol. Thank you

@byoobitch I have written some jealous Crowley! Also, I learned quickly I am very bad at spelling the word jealous. Hopefully I caught all the times that I messed it up, please enjoy!

Crowley was not jealous. After all, why would he be? He’d known Aziraphale for over six thousand years, there was absolutely no way some human could come between that. Not with their limited life spans.

And besides, It’s not even like Crowley had any claim to the angel. They weren’t together. Not officially.

Sure, there was the (somewhat obvious) fact that Crowley had been pining after him since… well, the Beginning, if he was being honest. And he didn’t think it was unrequited per se. Just. Nothing had happened yet between them. They saved the world, dined at the Ritz, and went to Aziraphale’s bookshop to get properly drunk.

Vaguely, Crowley remembers flirting. He thinks there could have even been a peck on the cheek. But once the two of them had sobered up (the human way, as unfortunately they got a bit too carried away to remember to do it properly) Crowley hadn’t brought it up, and nor had Aziraphale.

Crowley specifically avoided the subject, even.

So when a nice good-looking ‘customer’ started coming in and finding a familiar place with Aziraphale, Crowley absolutely couldn’t be jealous.

And yet. There it was: that feeling that crawled in his belly, causing his jaw to clench and eyes to narrow at the man whenever he waltzed his way into the bookshop.

Which is exactly what Crowley was doing just then.  Usually, he was rather adept at scaring off costumers, and Aziraphale often appreciated it when he was around. But this one would get the message to back off his angel.

And Aziraphale wasn’t giving him it either.

The man – what was his name? Herold? Henry? – whoever he was, strolled into the bookshop with a smile, and Aziraphale greeted him pleasantly. Not at all with the usual offending nature, Crowley noticed, feeling downright grumpy.

There wasn’t any sign that Aziraphale wanted him to go, or even so much of a disapproving glance his way, but still, he found himself sulking into the back room instead of joining in. He made sure he could see (not because he cared if they got romantic… except maybe he did. He just didn’t want the human to do anything… untoward).

He heard Aziraphale gush excitedly about a book, and asking when the newest one might be, and very quickly Crowley started to realize he wasn’t a customer necessarily but a writer as well.

Something hot and vile sprang up in his chest. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that Aziraphale would occasionally become so enamored with an author\s work he would end up having some sort of… relation with the author.

In fact, Crowley still had not read a single word from Oscar Wilde to that very day, perhaps for a similar reason.

He wasn’t good at that. He couldn’t write, could barely say the words he meant elegantly on a good day, and even though he was certain of something between him and Aziraphale… what if it wasn’t enough? If he wasn’t enough?

The thought caused his hands to clench into fists, pressing hard enough that when he released them there were deep indentations in the skin. He could hear laughter, and his eyes stung. Why couldn’t it be that easy between them?

Why, after six thousand years did his own standing with the relationship still feel like it was balancing on a knife’s edge? As if he did one thing wrong or if some other person sauntered into Aziraphale’s life it could all teeter the wrong way, and there was some insecure part of him that was saying that could very well be now.

Crowley crept to the doorway, leaning out just enough so that he could glimpse the angel. His cheeks were rosy with a soft smile, eyes bright, and Crowley thought he was so blessed beautiful he might just discorporate.

He couldn’t stand it.

Too bad there was a very pretty lady walking by, the sun hitting her just right as she strolled by the window of the bookshop. The man who had been talking (flirting) with Aziraphale had no choice but to notice her and how much he suddenly needed to get her number, thanks to a little demonic temptation.

Something cold and demonic swept through the bookshop, not that any human would be able to tell the difference. But to an occult (or ethereal) being, it reeked of sulfur.

A true demonic temptation usually wasn’t Crowley’s style. He preferred just to cause situations which gave the choice for humans to do the wrong thing, not actually change their will. But drastic times called for drastic measures.

As the bell rang and the door swung shut, Aziraphale turned on his heel to where he knew the demon to be lurking.

“Really, Crowley,” he huffed. “What in heaven’s name was that for?”

Crowley rolled his eyes, although he knew they wouldn’t be seen underneath his glasses. “Clearly not in heaven’s name, angel,” he retorted. “Just a little temptation, is all, nothing too unusual. I am a demon, you know,” he grumbled and growled his words.

Aziraphale’s face pinched. “It’s rude, Crowley. And not much like you.” His words were short, and Crowley could tell that the angel was becoming annoyed. Well. Too bad, so was Crowley.

“Don’t see how that’s my problem,” he said, voice haughty and cold.

Aziraphale stepped closer, arms crossed. “If you won’t at least explain, much less apologize, I think it would be best if you left, dear.” His cheeks were tinted red slightly in anger.

Dear. Why did Aziraphale have to call him that if he barely bloody acted on it! He was a mess of jealousy and envy and all the sinful emotions Crowley hated himself for feeling churned inside of him, lapping up to spill over the surface. 

“If anyone ssshould be flirting with you, angel, it’sss me, not him!” He snarled, teeth bared.

Aziraphale took a step back, face impassive, if a bit shocked.

Crowley blinked.

His expression of rage turned to one of shock, then regret, and something like embarrassment. “Fuck,” Crowley said, eloquent as ever.

“All that being true, it was still rude,” Aziraphale said quietly.

“M’ sorry, Aziraphale - wait. Ngh, What?” Crowley must be misunderstanding something. His brain felt like it was short-circuiting, so that was seeming extraordinarily plausible.

Looking him in the eye, Aziraphale spoke louder, although he wobbled on the words. “It should be you.” 

In the blink of an eye, Crowley had slammed Aziraphale back against a bookshelf, the books teetering, dangerously close to falling over. He had the angel pinned, and not completely gently. A light pink brushed softly over Aziraphale’s cheeks, and he made no move to try and push Crowley off of him.

Crowley leaned in, close enough that they were sharing the same breath. He could smell Aziraphale - warm and comforting, and everything he wanted to be his. But he paused. ‘Angel, could I..?” Despite the rush of emotions he was feeling, he managed to make his voice soft, fragile with the ever-present fear of rejection.

One gets damn good at that after thousands of years of pining, yearning, wanting, after all.

Before he could manage to complete his soft request, Aziraphale leaning forward, pressing his soft lips to Crowley’s. 

For a moment it was a soft, pure embrace as Crowley reeled from the feeling. His angel was kissing him, and it was perfect. Warm and loving and so much more than Crowley could have dared to think about just years prior.

But he needed more. Crowley bit down into Aziraphale’s soft bottom lip, a small gasp letting his tongue brush ever so slightly against his. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss and ignoring how his glasses knocked slightly into Aziraphale’s soft cheekbone. 

The kiss was a hungry, desperate thing, and something Crowley thought might just go on forever if he didn’t feel lightheaded with the feeling. When he pulled away, both of them were breathing a bit heavier than before.

“You know, jealousy is a good look on you, I think,” Aziraphale admitted shily. “Although I can assure you, none of that is needed.”

Crowley mumbled a response, not quite audible, but presumably admitting he may have, in the slightest, overreacted. “I think the last bit might be needed again,” Crowley finally managed, pressing a kiss to his angel’s jaw.

“Oh, you wily thing,” Aziraphale said, fondness deep throughout his voice. “I don’t think I could tire of kissing you.”