#pep is dying by my hands btw

[dybalassunshine]

THAT'S IT. I'M PERSONALLY TAKING LEO TO MAN CITY. GOTTA TAKE EVERYTHING INTO MY OWN HANDS SINCE PEP'S BUSY ADMIRING HIS HAIR AND LIONEL IS BEING EMOTIONALLY BLACKMAILED BY HIS EX.

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

Hello! Can you please write about the 2p Axis (btw I especially love your writings about 2p Italy and 2p Romano! Love, love,love!) about the darling ask of the escaped and vanished for about a year and then one day they see them out in public ? Please and thank you for all that you write, it makes my day better ,always.

I don’t think I can iterate how thankful I am for how patient you guys are when you get your asks done.

The popping of colorful, confetti from their paper cannons and the cheers of a crowd full of delight rang out like the happy howls of a wolf pack.

Their loud songs of joy were directed toward the mayor’s marble balcony as he marched to the end of the platform. He looked down at them with a stressed smile as he welcomed them all to the summer celebration while sweeping his large arm to open the holiday event for everyone.

As the crowd thinned, with people moving about to start various activities, the mayor shivered. The dark glare burning into his back forced him to face the shadow that awaited in his office.

With the speed of a child knowing of an incoming scolding, he nervously shuffled into the dim room. His eyes were downcast as he looked at the feet of the sleep-deprived man, slouched on his navy couch.

“The festival’s begun.” The mayor licked his lips. “Is there anything else that you need to observe?”

The man spoke a simple “No.” as he slowly raised himself from the couch. His steps were heavy as he dragged himself to the blind-covered window. His cold hand pulled on the flimsy panel as his eyes slowly moved through the crowd.

The mayor’s continued cowering and questioning went ignored when familiar (H/C) locks flittered through the masses.

Locked on the locks his eyes followed them like a road map to gaze upon her face.

She looked so familiar, with the same faint scars and quirky grin. Yet, he noticed something new, the light in her (E/C) eyes that was once dimmed to mere dying embers had returned to their blaze. Instead of the fearful shuffle, there was a pep in skip that reminded him of the first time they met. 

He couldn't deny the rising hope at the sight of his long-lost wife. It felt like seeing the sun for first the time in a year, and yet a dark cloud quickly covered it. Reminding him of what had occurred almost a year ago to the day.

His darling wife had deserted him. Destroyed their happy home by slipping him a fatal concoction of medications, before slithering off into the night. Disappearing from his life, leaving nothing to hint at current her existence, until now.

Today, he thought, would change that. Today, she would be coming home whether she wanted to or not.

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Italy: The Mafia Don never lost sight (Y/N)’s form, even as she began to blend back into the crowd.

The moment his eyes could no longer track her form, his hand dug into his pocket. The force that he used to pull a phone from its cloth confinements popped the seams of the pocket as he activated the device.

Two simple beeps before he held the silver phone to his ear. He waited with an intense focus on the crowds, searching for his wife again before a deep voice rumbled.

“Si, Don Vargas?”

There was no hesitation from the still-scanning leader as he gave his order. “My-a wife’s here at the-a summer festival. Find her.”

A simple ‘si’ came from the underling as he hung up the phone. A near-silent whimper made the magenta-eyed Italian turn to the trembling mayor.

He smirked as he pulled a knife from his brown suit and lifted the blade toward the coward. “If you-a value your-a short existence, you’ll say a-nothing.”

The mayor’s sweat-covered face bowed in a submissive nod before Luciano Vargas walked out. Leaving the mayor in the darkness and summer heat.

While Luciano’s men searched from the back alleys and dark corners, he walked more forward among the civilians. His pace was quick as he ducked and weaved.

Hours ticked by in the hot sun, and his stride never faltered even as his phone rang. The words that greeted him upon its answer, did make him stop. In fact, it made him smile like a crocodile that cornered squirming prey.

“Boss, we’ve got her.”

Luciano’s men hadn’t failed him. After last time, with the vivid memories of Medieval levels of torture and Pollock type of red mess, they refused to.

The confirmation of his darling wife’s capture, Luciano slipped away through the happy crowds. Allowing the alleys and shadows to guide him back to his car.

The drive was short as he sped over all limits and it screeched to a halt at the manor's stairs. 

Sauntering his way up through the oak doors and the large halls of the mansion, his men above breathed a small sigh of relief at their master's joy.

It was only a few turns along the marble corridor before he stepped down the stairs toward the dark, medieval basement. 

The Roman torches from long-forgotten eras cast long shadows along the iron cells. Each prisoner within attempted to hide when the Don walked by.

He paid no mind to the heavy chains shaking as walked to the heavy, iron door at the hall's end. It screeched open as he pushed against it.

The opening revealed a small, dark cell; furnished with only wall-mounted chains, a large pile of pillows, and a woman sitting upon it cuffed at the neck.

Luciano smiled wide as he reached up and pulled on the cord for the single lightbulb. He watched with joy as she flinched away upon its suddenness. Then trembling as she realized who stood in front of her. 

He stepped closer. A large smile on his face as grabbed the struggling woman's face. Dragging her toward him and tilted her head to the left as he whispered.

"Welcome back, mia Moglie." Luciano licked the shell of her ear before pulling back to look her in the eye. "I've missed you. Did you miss-a me?"

(Y/N) didn't answer, quietly shivering in his hold. Tears bubbled as Luciano's grin became feral.

"Because I'm all you have left."

Romano: (Y/N)’s body trudged forward with the unseen weight of exhaustion that comes from a day of excitement. Her lone footsteps were the only sound on the lamp-lit street that was still littered from the confetti released that morning.

She sighed heavily, but happily as she turned the final corner that would lead to the last leg of her journey.

Usually rounding the turn filled her steps with enough pep to skip her way home like a fairy tale bunny, this time however, she shuffled like a nervous horse stopped by an ashen rattler.

That serpent was no living thing, but a white limo with the nearest door opened like a snake’s jaw. Its light seeped out like venom from a bite, cascading along the sidewalk and highlighting her shoes.

Despite the shine, she could only see the shadows of a man within. His nice, white suit contradicted the black interior of the vehicle as his leg bounced. Whether it was excitement or nervousness she didn’t want to know.

Gulping, (Y/N) moved off the sidewalk to give the long automobile a wide berth.

As her path aligned with the open door, a sudden push came from her right. Shoved her into the door before being pulled into the limo that was now slammed shut.

The wheels screamed as the force caused her to crash into the man’s legs. Clutching onto them for some form of stability as the limo swerved.

Gentle fingers ran through her hair in a futile attempt to calm her down, but it only made her heart pound harder as (Y/N) finally looked at the mysterious stranger.

Her throat tightened as tears blurred her vision of the smiling Fabrizio. It wasn’t the loving smile he gave when he thought she had been broken. No, this one contained the traces of madness, obsession, and relief.

Like a spooked cat, she prepared to jump away, ready to duck and roll on the fast-passing terrain, but the hand tightened on her hair pulling her back to his feet.

“Now, now Bambola.” She flinched when he placed his silver stiletto against her neck. “You wouldn’t want-a make it worse when we get home, right?”

Germany: Like an old hound after a young vixen, Luther walked out of the office. Ignoring the mayor’s whimpering calls.

 His steps were quiet, yet quick as he slunk his way out of the City’s Hall. Into the streets, blending in with the crowds while his eyes searched for flickers of her clothing.

For moments, Luther felt that he was being led in circles. That his mind had played the cruelest of jokes as various flickers took him to multitudes of dead ends.

As the summer sun descended from its peak, the crowds thinned.

The lessened numbers brought out quiet conversations. One that made the German freeze.

The main voice was familiar, sounding like a lullaby that one’s mother no longer sang.

He followed like a bloodhound after a criminal. Its trail brought him to a small café with black wire seats under a cream-colored awning.

In the darkest corner were two women. The one to the right quickly faded into the shadows. The left one, his missing piece, was at first glance, like the warm blaze that welcomed heroes home from their quest.

Part of Luther wanted to embrace the blaze. Take in all the burns that would allow him to reunite with his heart. The other wanted to smother her. Place (Y/N) back into her hearth to prevent another wildfire like the one that gave her the chance to escape. To harness her passion to warm him alone.

Slinking toward the café, Luther went unnoticed in the dark as he entered the alley to the building’s right.

He watched with aid from a streetlamp as the women parted, hugging before they waved going their separate ways.

Luckily, Luther’s alley ran along (Y/N)’s route, allowing him to follow her like a shadow at sunset.  

Eventually, the sparsely filled streets became empty. 

Luther moved further ahead. Waiting at the next opening, back pressed against the near brick wall.

He held his breath as her footsteps approached.

At the same moment, his lamp-lit angel began her cross, his hands shot out. Grabbing (Y/N) and drugged her to his chest. His gun clicked as he lifted it from his waistband, muzzle pushed onto her temple.

Tears began to pour as she trembled in his hold. Small pleas for freedom and attempts at deals to prevent a return to their home fumbled from her mouth.

Luther heeded none of it.

Instead, he led her away. Far from the summer sun. Forcing her back into the damaged, cold hearth he called home.

Japan: As (Y/N) swam among the flood of sweat-covered people, a cold shiver vibrated her spine. The type that whispered the warning of danger to our ancestors on open grasslands. That gave way to the primal urge to hide from bloodthirsty beasts.

Yet, as her head snapped left, then right. Nothing stuck out. No one staring from amongst the crowds, no aggressive shoving, or screams of terror.

Swallowing her fear, (Y/N) shrugged off the feeling before jogging to the meeting point of all her friends. Trusting that the demon, who had claimed her as a wife, was nowhere near.

Not once did the feeling return as (Y/N) went about the festivities with friends. As the hours passed, she had long forgotten it ever occurred.

Even as she separated from the herd to return home, she felt relaxed. Safe, even as she moved through the empty, evening streets, but as she climbed the stairwell through her dark, apartment building that same shiver crept up her spine like a million, skittering centipedes.

Despite her glances showing nothing abnormal, the dark corners and shadows of the grey stairwell offered no relief with their shifting shadows. Instead, they seemed to reach out with long claws that caused her heart to race.

A door from the floor below slamming sent her running.

Up the stairs, she flew. Her arm acted as a balance as she swung the corner entrance to her floor. Panting, she leaned against her door as she struggled against her keys. Pushing them against the metal lock until the right one clicked in before a harsh turn allowed her to fall into her home. A simple kick, shut her own door as she scrambled away from it.

(Y/N)’s terrified clamber had become frozen mid-movement. She had hit something that did not exist within her dark entryway. It was warm and tall. Covered in loose-fitting cloth that felt of rough cotton. Her left hand moved backward and slowly slid across the smooth leather of military boots.

“Hime” At that simple pet name the tremors returned in full force. Tears collected on her lashes as she felt a gloved hand rake its way through her hair. With a little force, the hand angled her head upward.

Above her was the man she feared most. Kurai Honda.

 As she opened her mouth to scream, he covered it with a tight hand.

(Y/N) struggled against him. Flailing her arms and kicking at his arms. Kurai acted as though he felt nothing. Maneuvering (Y/N) like a doll into a choke hold and suffocating her.

As the dark spots crossed her vision, she heard him whisper.

“When you awake, our honor will be restored.”

Spain: Armando’s typically stoic face twitched for a moment before stretching into a mischievous grin.

A smile so sinister that the mayor’s teeth chattered as he backed away from the Spaniard. His spine shook as he cursed the hip bump that knocked the glass cup off the desk, it shattered upon impact with the wooden floor.

Like a predator mid-hunt, Armando’s head snapped toward the noise. His smile never waned as he stared.

“My apologize, Señor Mayor. But we will have to finish this discussion another day.”

The monster of a man turned on his heel, losing his smile as the mayor trembled with a prayer on his lips for the new target.

 The Spaniard’s loose-fitting shirt fluttered as he walked quickly through the administrative building, it whooshed backward as he stepped into the humid, summer air.

His eyes scanned the crowds once more from the marble steps. Another flick of (H/C) locks disappeared between the people at the market row.

Instead of forcing his way through the crowded streets, Armando sped his way along the edges. Cutting through the alleys like they were foxholes.

Immediately, he caught up. Watching his wife, like a lion prowling through tall grass.

She had changed so much, growing out her hair and wearing (F/C) jewelry. Yet, he noted upon closer examination her voice hadn't changed. It still sounded like his favorite lullaby.

Armando’s smile returned as she wandered closer. Leaving the sweet stand with a simple baggie in hand.

He stepped out, jogged to her side, and grabbed her hand in a constricting grip.

Before (Y/N) could scream, he hugged her tightly. Pressing her squirming form into his chest, before leaning down to whisper in her ear.

“Continue the fight and everyone will think you’re mad.”

For a moment, (Y/N) stilled. Armando could see her eyes were wide as he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

But that moment of peace didn’t last as her struggle returned. (Y/N) pushed and clawed at the Spainard like a fractious cat, yowling for help. Begging for someone to get her away from the madman.

He tchhed as the crowd formed a circle, tightening his grip on his woman before lifting her over his shoulder. Seemingly unaffected by her screams, Armando yelled over her, requesting the enforcers of the law appear as well.

Shocked, (Y/N) stopped mid-wail. Scrambling to figure out why he would demand to speak with the ones that would save her. Never once believed his warning.

It only took a minute for two black-clad uniformed policemen to shove their way to the front. Their gruff faces were marred by the annoyance of an easy shift gone wrong.

“What’s going on.” Questioned the taller of the partners. His eyes were sharp as they bounced between Armando and (Y/N).

“He’s trying to kidnap me!” (Y/N) shouted and attempted to fight. “Get me away from this freak!”

At her statement, the duo’s hands dropped to their holsters. Fingers grazed the leather-like excited hunting dogs on a thin tether. One wrong move and all hell would break loose.

The shorter of the duo lifted an open scarred, palm toward Armando. “Señor. Put her down.”

He complied but didn’t let go. Instead holding tightly to her hips with one arm as she squirmed. The other reached into his shirt to remove a letter, somehow maintaining its blinding whiteness while being pressed against his olive skin.

(Y/N) stared at the letter, while he made a silent gesture to the cops.

They approached and the taller took it from his hand. Opening it with a quick rip before scanning its contents.

The crowd remained silent as the shorter was then handed the letter. He read it much quicker, biting his lip before nodding to the first with pity in his eyes.

“Do you need any help getting her home Señor?”

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped as she looked between the three men. “What are you TWO DOING!? HELP ME!”

The taller policeman turned to her with sad eyes as he sighed. “Señora,” He nodded toward Armando. “Your husband just wants to take you home.”

“He’s not my husband!” (Y/N) insisted as she leaned down to rake the inside of Armando’s thigh with sharp nails, causing him to hiss and release her.

“Señora, you are ill. Let us help you.”

“Ma’am calm down.”

(Y/N) backed up panting as everyone approached. Citizens throwing in their voices, begging her to stop. Men stepped into the circle to help corral her.

As her head moved on a swivel, she noticed his dark grin. The smile never faded as the strangers held her down like wolves to prey. Presenting her toward their Alpha. Feeding her flesh to the beast she had tried to escape.

Never to be seen nor believed by anyone again.

Austria: His joy could not be contained as loud, frenzied laughter left him like a busted damn. Its power caused the monstrous nation to lean against the window as tears beaded and dripped down his ivory face.

As his guffaw slowed to silence, the room chilled chasing away any lingering summer heat. The darkest shadows shifted as they stretched themselves toward their master. Whipping like thin tentacles like cat tails as they curled around Jonathan. 

Their curling slowly turned into climbing as they pulled him downward like warped quicksand.

There was no fear from the Austrian as he looked to the terrified mayor. His serrated smile was wide as he called the government official before disappearing into the ink.

“Keep jour end of the deal, and jour family vill be zpared.”

The shadows fell away, revealing an upside-down office to Jonathan. A thump drew his attention to his feet, where he watched the mayor tremble before collapsing.

“Mortalz.” He chuckled before pulling out his umbrella from his jacket and bolting out of the office.

The change in orientation didn’t seem to affect him as the empty halls and streets aided him in his hunt.

As Jonathan approached the last location of his beloved queen, his carmine eyes returned to the ground. Quickly his vision bounced from person to person under him, scanning for the familiar (H/C) and (E/C).

 The dense crowd on the other side of the dimensional plane created a dizzying rainbow of features and colors that just weren’t right. It felt like hours for Jonathan as he worked through them, street by street and stall by stall.

The melodious sound of a guitar that was accompanied by the tender vocals froze him. He took in the words; broken love, unfair capture, and a promise to never allow love, created seismic shivers that rivaled earthquakes down his spine.

Only one bat could sing such a divine tale.

(Y/N).

Toward the town center, he sprinted. Kicking up dirt as he slides to a stop at a stage at the town center.

Mere feet from him stood his Angel of Music. Singing the songs, he had once thought he would never hear again. A healthy glow had returned to her sunken skin and a brightness in her movements that had existed at their first meeting.

Jonathan licked his lips as his mind concocted the perfect reunion. He prowled toward the stage and climbed down to the lights at the top.

He lined himself up so perfectly that a single jump would flatten her.

Jonathan crouched, hanging his umbrella off a single light, wiggling like a stalking cat. Allowing his muscles to tense like a coiled clock spring.

He jumped. Launching himself upward. The shadows opened, allowing him out.

He tackled (Y/N) mid-song. A gasp choked in her throat as they both tumbled back into the shadows.

(Y/N)’s fight did nothing as he kept her trapped in his arms. The sounds of hysteria from the world above were muted as he nuzzled into her back. Enjoying the warmth of her flesh.

The sickly groaning was ignored as Jonathan muttered a welcome home. Promising that this time they would be together until their final song was sung.

Prussia: Wilhem’s movements were stiff as the blinds snapped back to their original tension. His pale hand slowly dropped to his side as he turned toward the mayor.

The icy stoicism caused the low government official to shuffle in place like a nervous gelding. Rubbing his arm, the mayor spoke to the cold knight.

“Iz there anyzing elze jour bruder needs, Herr. Beilschmidt?”

“Nein, jou preformed az expected.”

With a simple nod in farewell, Wilhelm turned to leave the office.

The mayor, on the other hand, prayed that they wouldn’t meet again until next year.

For many the festival ended too quickly as the sun set and the streetlamps lit up like fireflies in a field. Vendors closed their stalls with a mix of clicks and tings as merchandise was packed away and doors were locked.

Soon enough, only a small group of young adults were left on the streets. Their laughter echoed like drunk parrots as they pushed against each other in youthful fun.

The loudest of them was (Y/N), her smile wide as she ducked and weaved between the members like in an impromptu game of tag. Jogging in place she watched them fumble in their reaches.

The gaggle unleashed a riotous roaring as (Y/N)’s jogging became teasing gestures. Peals of laughter bloomed as she danced along the street edge, allowing the crowd to convince her to create grander displays.

Panting with excitement, she failed to disappoint as the center of the empty road became her stage. Jokes and burns were shot off in rapid fire while she moved in swift excitement.

Just before the euphoria could reach its peak, a loud whinny silenced it.

Everyone looked to the source. Shocked gasps were heard at the sight of a large, grey and white horse. Upon its back was a man dressed in dark armor, his face hidden behind an enclosed helmet.

The mysterious being forced the horse to rear back. Its dark hooves waved in the air, the shoes catching the light like lightning before crashing down like thunder. Sparks flew as it galloped down the road.

(Y/N)’s friends called for her to move. Screamed for her to run to either sidewalk.

She couldn’t. Something about the knight had frozen her stiff.

As the thunderous hooves encroached her mind wondered why. Was it the feeling of familiarity with the entity? The way his hidden gaze seemed to command her to remain put like the monster she had killed or was it because apart of her believed that this knight was his ghost? Coming to drag her to his grave. To forcefully bury her beside the man she detested most of all. Combining their souls as one for all eternity.

The horse was five feet away when ancient instinct overrode the fear. She attempted to dive at her friends. Arms stretched out toward them. But she never connected. Never felt the touch of those who helped lift her out of the darkness.

Rough hands tugged her away. Throwing her across his lap as his steed sped off. (Y/N)’s screams disappearing into the darkness.

For hours (Y/N)’s friends and the authorities searched the city. Neither the hide nor hair of the beasts or the woman was found.

Some of the cops whispered about the Ghost of Order. Blaming his centuries of loneliness on why the woman was taken. Others were quick to silence that speak around (Y/N)’s worried friends.

It was a shame that no one knew how right they all had been. Except for (Y/N). For the ghost had been the man she once killed and had pushed her back into their shared crypt. Only this time, should one of them die then they both shall perish.  

[dont-f-with-moogles]

hello Terra ♡

new follower here (on Val's recommendation btw) discovering your works and enjoying them a lot so far!

can I request prompt 26 secret Santa gift exchange for the Survey Corps Vets? there's no way this would go smoothly with such a bunch of weirdos, right? you can include ships (I love them all) to pep up your story if you feel like it

thank you for taking prompts and happy holidays (*^‿^*)

Festive Fics 26: Secret Santa Gift Exchange

How Mike Stole Christmas (Canon Universe) Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hange Zoe, Erwin Smith, Mike Zacharius, Nanaba, Moblit Berner 602 words 

Mike seized the final scrap of paper lying inside a squat, cardboard box. Erwin placed the empty vessel on his desk before addressing the small group before him in the same formal tones that he used during every expedition briefing.

“And so concludes the drawing of names for this year’s Secret Santa. Now, just a few reminders with regards to the rules. 5000 yen spending limit. No items which include hazardous, corrosive or highly flammable matter. No conspiring to exchange names with one another.” At this he gave a pointed stare in Hange’s direction.

There came a derisive snort from the back of the group. Heads turned towards Mike Zacharius who glanced up triumphantly.

“Hey, Hange. Seeing as you’ve got me, don’t bother buying me a gift. Just swap outpost duty with me next weekend?”

Hange blinked; their eyes magnified alarmingly behind dark, square frames. “Huh? Surely your nose doesn’t possess that level of power, Mike… unless…”

“Well…” Mike strode with his hands clasped behind him and head thrown back so that his celebrated appendage was held proudly in the air. “...not only do I know that you do indeed have me Hange, but I’ve also figured out who everyone else has too…”

Stopping abruptly, Mike gave a sudden nod of his head.

“Levi didn’t put in a name or take one out. He doesn’t want to participate.” 

Levi scowled at him. 

“Never do. How’d you figure that much out?”

“I got a whiff of ink and paper from everyone here… apart from you.” Mike’s nostrils flared. “Standing next to you, all I smell is deception.” 

“Meanwhile, Hange’s expression was just like the first time they saw Levi using ODM gear.” Mike paused to inhale deeply. “The air is thick with awe and… pheromones.”

Beneath their misted frames, Hange’s face glowed pink. “Why thank you.” 

“...but that’s just because you slipped Levi’s name in the box when he wasn’t looking and you’re excited to see who picked it.” 

Levi closed his eyes in frustration. Mike continued his course, hesitating to sniff the air beside Moblit’s ear. Hange’s subordinate gave a visible shudder.

“Increased perspiration, panic and dread. You could cut the air with it,” Mike concluded. “Moblit pulled Levi’s name. Erwin drew Moblit…” 

The Survey Corps Commander regarded Mike coolly. “I thought I kept a remarkably impassive expression and maintained my body temperature throughout the whole ordeal.”

“But you can’t fool me.” Mike tipped his finger from his forehead towards Erwin. “I saw you mouthing ‘Moblit Brenner…?’ with obvious confusion.”

Moblit sighed. “It’s Berner. Sir, I’ve served alongside you for the past five-”

“And, lastly, I caught Nanaba’s clean, refreshing aroma of relief,” Mike cut across him. “She eyed up Hange’s frog crocs immediately after she picked their name. Nanaba’s been dying for an excuse to buy them a new pair. Those old things are falling apart so badly, they’re more hole than shoe by this point.”

“B-but they’re comfy!”

“And I drew Nanaba.” Mike waved his own slip of paper. “That’s why I need next weekend off. I’ve booked a little place outside the district…” He offered her a wink.

“So Mike single-handedly sank the whole thing?” Levi’s brows were contracted in disbelief.

“So, I didn’t get picked at all?” Erwin gasped faintly. “Hange, how could you just throw my slip out…?”

“Let’s punish him.” A glint of light flashed dangerously where it caught on Hange’s glasses. “Shall we draw the names again and leave Mike out this time?” 

“Wait, wait - ” Mike’s voice caught in his throat. “You can’t blame me! Blame my nose - it’s both a gift and a curse!”

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MISTY CHAPTER 11 SNEAK PEEK

Sorry it's been taking so long! Laptop is still in the shop and I've had to go back to the prehistoric days and type on my phone. SO, here are some excerpts from the new chapter of MISTY, set to be posted next Tuesday (to replace TIANAMI TUESDAY). Take everything at face value...hehe...

This chapter will have mild sexual content. Because this chapter is plot heavy, the og will be on ao3, and both the og and sfw version will be posted here. Some people don't like sexually explicit content me and that's okay! Minors, DO NOT READ.

Also, be prepared, this chapter is a rollercoaster. We have reached the precipice.

Lastly, thank you to everyone that voted. This is your fault btw! Hold on to 'yer britches!

Please enjoy!

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But what threw her off the most is when he bought two blankets; what the hell would they be needing blankets for? Tiana had plenty at home. At first she believed they were for Nanami; the guy seemed to sleep with just a sheet. But it didn’t match the decor the two agreed upon for his home.

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So she tries to put a bit of pep in her step, and sprinkle humor in her voice despite her trembling insides. Nanami stands with his hand outstretched, watching Tiana try to hide the rigidness in her walk. When she locks her fingers with his, he squeezes her hand and pulls her closer so that he could find the truth within her eyes if she decided to let a lie leave her lips.

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“Tiana, this is what I’m supposed to do.” Nanami turns to her. “I’m supposed to go out of my way for you. I want to.”

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“Well, don’t just stare at me.” Tiana sniffled, her eyes searching for his own, shyness creeping up on her having been the only one to vomit out her own heart. “Say something.” She whispered. “What did you think of me, Nanami?” She paused, her voice light.

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Maybe it’s because she hadn’t done anything like this in a while and she had gotten rusty, but dammit, what did that make Nanami? Was he just naturally good at this? Or maybe, he just wanted her that badly?

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His phone rings from his jean pocket, and he gets up, walking towards the folded pile of worn laundry. He digs into his pocket, pulling his phone out, his face drooping into a frown. He waits until he hears the sound of running water from the bathroom before he slides his thumb across the screen, accepting the call. A call he had been dreading to receive. Because somewhere in this lie he colluded, he himself forgot the harsh truth. “Uncle.” He answers with a hard swallow.

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“Oh?” Gojo says, lifting his shades. “Oh, oh, oh?” He taunts the blonde, and Nanami grips his thermos.

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“Nephew!” He booms, and Nanami shushes him quickly, striding to the door and slamming it closed. He prayed no one heard his declaration.

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“As my boss, you can take this however you want, but Nanami? As my friend? What the actual fuck?”

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“I said it’s fine.” Tiana doesn’t bother looking up, growing more perturbed as the conversation continues. “What is with you today?” She says, placing the plate on her lap. “Actually, all week you’ve been-” She pauses when she looks back at Nanami, finally noticing that he still hadn't stepped inside. In fact, he looked sick, paler than a dying star.

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"That’s…insanely fucked up.” “I know-” “No, you don’t know.” Tiana says. “Because if you did, if you truly did, you would have never done that. That…fucking hurt, Nanami.”

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[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 1: "Big Time Audition" PART 1

Well, here we go! I'm super excited to be revisiting this show after so many years. I was so deep in the fandom back when the show was on, but it feels like going into it with a blank slate at this point. I have no idea what the fandom is like anymore and also forgot so many of the episodes. Ugh, I wish I could remember what my BTR blog from like 2011 used to be called (and if it even still exists; I might have deleted it). It'd be so cool to take a look at it.

I'm gonna try to just jump right in here. A few things first: I'll be pausing the episodes perodically as I watch in order to write up my posts on here, so it'll be a very "real-time" depiction of my experience, lol. Posts will also always be put under a "read more" on account of length.

Y'all the smile on my face at just the beginning few seconds of the episode. It brings me right back to 2009, watching the premiere with my sister. And I love how there's really no time wasted in making it loud and clear what each of the boys' roles are in the group and what their personalities are like.

Kendall's first line is literally a little motivational pep talk. He's trying to motivate them to do something that's going to get them into trouble, but still...it's in character. (btw, I will absolutely be focusing in on Kendall's character development—and my criticisms of it—as I move through the series)

Anyway, continuing on down the line: Logan counters Kendall's words with math, thus promptly labeling him as The Nerd of the group. Carlos jumps at the chance to cause some chaos (very Carlos. he was my favorite, btw) and James is just not paying attention to any of it. He's just standing there preening.

James is another one who changes a good deal from this first episode, I think. I mean, if I'm remembering correctly, he stays sort of self-absorbed and concerned with his looks, but not quite to THIS degree.

Also, the guys all work well together and fit, but I can't help but wonder how this group came together. It's such an oddball mixture of extreme personalities that you'd be hard-pressed to find in real life. In fact, if it were real life, they probably wouldn't be able to tolerate each other at all, let alone be friends. But that's the beauty of the show.

They do all eventually help Carlos turn the sprinklers on.

Troublemakers. Oh! And I spy plaid on Kendall. He wears plaid in like every episode, doesn't he? I remember that being a thing.

Logan's hair looks very dark. Was it dyed for this episode? I don't remember it being that dark.

I'm only ONE MINUTE into this episode. Yikes; these are going to be long posts, aren't they?

Yes, Carlos gives James the helmet right before they get pummeled by the mob of angry girls! Kendall knows James has to protect his face! Just a little over a minute in, and we have a leader of the group firmly established.

GUSTAVO AND KELLY!!!

I love him.

Meanwhile, the guys are nursing their injuries back at Kendall's house. It's so funny to me the way that Kendall seems to have the rest of them (mainly Carlos?) "trained" in a way? He tells Carlos to give James the helmet, and Carlos does do without hesitation. Then, when James starts dancing on the couch, all he has to do is say Carlos's name, and Carlos tackles James to the floor.

But when you've got a group of buddies like that, someone has to step up and take the reins, and that someone is Kendall Knight.

Look at these goofballs smiling as Carlos and James beat each other up.

The FLIP PHONES

Amazing. This show already kind of feels like a fun little time capsule.

I'd be remiss to not talk about this specific moment (when James and Carlos are throwing hands again) that I recall the fandom latching onto back in the day. As things start spiraling and glass starts flying, Logan simply calls Kendall's name, and Kendall immediately runs to Logan's side.

This is the point in which I probably start overanalyzing, but. Well, that's half the fun of this project, isn't it?

It speaks volumes about who Kendall is, what his role is in the group, and how the other three (especially Logan) look at him. Things are getting out of hand, and Logan is overwhelmed. So what does he do? Simply call for Kendall to take control and fix it. Because that's who Kendall is, right? He's Mr. Hold Everyone Together, Fix Everything All the Time, Carry the World on His Shoulders Guy.

I'll be delving more in that in future posts, I'm sure. Many thoughts.

Also, can we talk about how James and Carlos are just. Destroying Mrs. Knight's home?? Throwing things and about to hit each other with a lamp and a...whisk?? Is that what Carlos has? As a kid, I was like, "ahahaha, funny," but now I'm like, "I hope Mama Knight made those boys pay for every item they ever broke while in her house."

I was originally going to break this up into just 2 parts, but it's already pretty long, and I don't even know if anyone will read it, so I'm going to wrap it up right here for now. I'm sure once I get into the actual series, the posts will be shorter, but there's a lot of ground being laid in this episode, and I'm also still finding my footing on this blog.

Thanks to anyone who checks this out!

[yuuminni]

*comes barreling into ur ask box* okay but yuuji's growth just makes me sad??? like he's such a warm character in the first chapters but slowly but surely as the story progresses he grows more and more colder, like there's a weird sense of melancholy that just doesn't seem to go away every time i see him in a manga panel even in the first chapter because like, to me yuuji is such a lonely character? like he has friends yeah, but its the kind of friends that drifts apart just as easy as it came (i would know because i've been there, still am honestly, it's easy to form relationships but its hard to keep them from drifting and falling apart), at least that's what i feel anyways.

and now that feeling is now dialed up to an eleven when he said "i'm just a cog" and that he doesn't care about the fever hakari oh so raves about, because yuuji is still a child who grew up too fast and suffered so much that he's so, so tired now, can't he just rest? but he can't rest because resting means giving up and giving up means letting sukuna win and sukuna winning means more people dying and yuuji's already lost so so much—his only family, a friend, his partner-in-crime, and his mentee, and there's so much blood on his hands (two little girls who just want their father back, and most—if not all of shibuya itself) and while it is sukuna's fault there's no doubt that he blames himself just as much because he couldn't control bastard demon man who possesses his body whenever he's conked out.

dfufjskfjsl im sorry for the big block of test i,, i just have lots of feelings for him—for most jjk characters actually, they're just all so unique and fleshed out that they feel so human it's terrifying, like you can see bits of yourself in them gege is really amazing at making them even though he tells us time and time again that he doesn't like any of them wwww

RIGHT LIKE ITS AMAZING HOW GEGE DID THIS SHIT i could genuinely write out essays for any of the characters! even panda tbh, i have so much.. clouded thoughts in my head about how he obviously behaves like a human yet denies himself that humanity (that "even pandas cry" scene) and constantly refers to him as just a panda, mimicking how pandas behave, annoying everyone in the process

and yeah yuuji just. yuuji!! yuuji yuuji. i have so much thoughts about him that i need to sort out, but out of the shounen protagonist lot he is clearly of the less fortunate one - i mean, all the big major fights? he has never won them alone. not once! and, all the fights that he lost he barely got out alive. the fights he won alone are always with the small fries. like?? lets count. yuuji:

vs the curses in the first chapter - got out alive bc of megumi, gojou, even gd sukuna

vs the curse in roppongi - won with nobara

vs the curses in the detention center - he was alone and he lost and only got out alive bc of sukuna

vs mahito, 1st - junpei died right before his eyes, and he managed to fight off mahito only after nanami arrived

vs hanami - managed to fought off w/ toudou's help

vs the curse brothers - won with nobara

vs that old dude in shibuya - won with megumi

vs that grasshopper curse - won - the only (kind of) significant fight that he won alone

vs choso - alone, lost

vs mahito, 2nd - somewhat won, but with nobara and toudou weakening mahito first

vs okkotsu - alone, lost

vs hakari - alone, lost

like yeah, friendship is power, but in other shounen its typical for the protagonist to have a power up due to a friendship or whatever, and then they usually finish a big fight alone. not yuuji! yuuji always has someone there with him. its never him that gives the pep talk; its always someone else giving him the pep talk. yuuji more than anyone else needs people to be with him, reassuring him (eg. toudou in the 2nd mahito fight, megumi reassuring him that he could still help after the shibuya arc), helping him to talk things out (eg. nanamin after the 1st mahito fight, nobara after killing the curse brothers), takes the lead for him (eg. nanamin, megumi too, so many times.)

thats why its so heartbreaking when he decided to go off on his own. yuuji has never been the independent type, he needs people to need him, but other people's needs always come before his. so even if he needs people, if he's dangerous he won't stay near them anymore.

i suppose thats why yuuji seems so lonely. i dont think his friends would drift apart btw - yuuji himself distances from them - thats canon! jflaksjfjlfas. but i get what you mean, esp in the first chapter. he doesnt seem like he has built a significant group of friends in his first high school despite his sunshine personality - and then we learn that thats bc he immediately yeets himself to the hospital after class to take care of his dying grandpa, leaving no time to socialize with peers. at the time it seems normal, but that trait still stays so consistent after so many arcs: to yuuji, other people's needs always come before his own.

[soudam-appreciation]

Submitted by @shsl-fanficwriter

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Soudam first kiss oneshot

(This is based off of a new killing game my friend and I created called "Danganronpa 2.5: Despair's last chance. Basically it takes place during Future arc and the group was pulled into the neo world program once again after the virus survived using Nagito as bait. They're in the neo world but they remembered their school lives and the killing game before too. This is just a drabble from Chapter 2 I wrote

Gundham wasn't quite sure what to make of his relationship with Kazuichi. His memories were still hazy from the school life, but that unresolved unaddressed sexual tension they had were more than clear. The first time they went through this, they hated each other's guts. But those new found memories of their friendship were more that overwhelming.

At first Kazuichi tried to ignore those memories, unsure how to handle them, he tried to act as if Gundham didn't exist. But Gundham remembered too. And being the less stubborn of the two, he talked with Kazuichi. 

Gundham had insisted they talked and though reluctant at first, Kazuichi agreed. They discussed what in fact their friendship was. Or even if it still existed. They were still rivals, and had been since high school. But unlike then, they hated each other in the simulation. So what exactly were to happen to their relationship? Would they just simply ignore the past and continue fighting for Sonia? 

Well unfortunately for Gundham, Sonia eventually chose to turn down both of them. She claimed to have little to no interest in a romantic relationship with either, but instead friendship. Kazuichi had never stopped attempting to flirt with Sonia, but he never quite shook off those memories he had of Gundham in the past. 

It had been who knows how long since that day and if their friendship or lack there of was still a mystery, that moment in Jabberwock park after Fuyuhiko's execution made things more strange and confusing. It hadn't meant to happen, but it wasn't an entire accident either. 

Gundham had been talking to Souda, comforting him as he learned that his pink-haired friend seemed to have a sensitivity to this second killing game. He still hadn't let go of the guilt of surviving while having to watch the others die. Kazuichi half begged to be killed. He felt unworthy to live through this again. 

"And it's not like I want to die, It's just I don't wanna deal with these killings anymore. Finding Nagito's body like that in the hospital, it reminded me of when we found his body last time, It was just so overwhelming and I know that in this simulation nobody really dies, but still the memories of everyone dying are just so haunting and-" 

"Kazuichi." Gundham had interrupted, putting his hands on the the other's biceps, forcing him to look Gundham in the eye. "You aren't unworthy of surviving. You made it through. If you hadn't we wouldn't have all gotten as close to awakening from our deepened cursed comas."

Kazuichi sighed. "Yeah, but It wasn't like I was the brains in it anyways. I was just a Mechanic following Alter-Ego's instructions. Anyone could have done it." 

That had continued for awhile, Gundham simply reassuring his friend that he wasn't guilty of anything and the deaths of the others weren't in fact his fault. Kazuichi would have been lying if he said that the pep talk hadn't made him feel better. 

"Thanks, man." Kazuichi said, wiping his tears away. He gave a weak yet genuine and grateful smile, revealing his unusually pointed teeth ever so slightly. He went back into an embrace, wrapping his arms around Gundham thankfully. 

Gundham wasn't one for hugs. He found them uncomfortable and strange, yet he never said so to Kazuichi. Perhaps it was because the uncomfortableness was counteracted but the fact that he was helping Kazuichi. From Kazuichi, he could tolerate hugs.

He hesitantly wrapped his arms around the mortal, holding him close. The embrace didn't last long however, as an unsettling sound like a fork scraping at a plate followed. That sudden sound caused the two surprise as the Park had fallen silent after the hug. 

Kazuichi pulled away from the hug and looked in the direction of the sound. His eyes widened at a peculiar sight. One of Gundham's 4 Dark Devas was running around. a knife in his mouth. The blade making a scratching sound as it dragged against the concrete. 

"Crimson Steel Elephant Maga-Z," Gundham said in a chill serious tone. "To what reason have you to be roaming around unsupervised with such a dangerous weapon?" 

The creature stopped and turned to Gundham. It let out a muffled squeak while holding the knife's handle as in replying. 

"You dare disrespect the Prince of the Netherworld by holding Ibuki, your babysitter at knifepoint?"

Maga-Z thought for a moment and squealed again. 

Gundham approached him slowly. "Hand over the weapon now and you shall face a less serious consequence." The hamster finally gave in and dropped the knife at Gundham's feet like a dog. 

Gundham picked up the hamster and placed him on his shoulder. 

Gundham looked back at Kazuichi holding back a laugh. When they made eye contact once again Kazuichi finally let out a snort.

"I-I apologize on Maga-Z's behalf." Gundham said. 

Kazuichi gave him a reassuring warm smile. "Nah, bro I totally get it. It's cool.

Gundham held his scarf in front of his face to hide the fact he had begun to blush.  

Maga-Z hopped over off of Gundham's shoulder to Kazuichi's, holding the scarf in his mouth. This caused Kazuichi to jump a little and let out a little chuckle.

Gundham, now embarrassed by Maga-Z's little trick reached for the hamster. "Again, I apologize for him-" He began. Before he said any more the hamster quickly jumped to Kazuichi's other shoulder. 

Gundham reached for the small deva again, finally picking him up with the scarf's end still in his mouth. "What in the world has driven you to be so devious?" He asked the creature before placing it on his shoulder once more.

"Uh, Gundham?" Kazuichi said nervously. 

Gundham looked back at Kazuichi, now realizing how close the two had gotten. Maga-Z's little stunt had wrapped Kazuichi in Gundham's long scarf. His eyes widened. "Oh! I apologize again-" He said. 

"Gundham it's fine." Kazuichi said, laughing it off. He reached to take the scarf off of his neck when suddenly Maga-Z jumped off of Gundham's shoulder, still holding the scarf's end. it tightened on Kazuichi's neck, forcing him to lean more into Gundham. 

He pulled away swiftly, pulling Gundham with him. the sudden weight of Gundham had caused Kazuichi to lose his balance, falling on his back. Gundham fell on top of him. as his head make contact with the ground Kazuichi let out a sound of discomfort. 

He looked up at Gundham, now on top of him and felt himself flush. "S-sorry!" He stuttered. " I didn't mean to- I was just trying to pull away and I wasn't thinking-"

Gundham shook his head. "It's... It's fine." He said. 

The two looked into each other's eyes. They hadn't made to make eye contact, but now that they had, it was like they were in a trance. Kazuichi finally broke the eye contact by glancing towards Gundham's lips momentarily. 

Gundham noticed this and felt as heat rushed to his face. He bit his lip, holding back the strange sudden heat-of-the-moment desires. Kazuichi finally decided to risk it, leaning in towards Gundham's lips. 

Gundham slowly leaned in as well. Soon their lips met, but only for a brief moment as they heard a rustle from a nearby bush followed by a thud and a groan. 

Kazuichi pulled away to face the bush, shocked to see a girl on her hands and knees with leaves in her hair. 

"Ibuki?!"

(sorry this sucks lmao I was bored btw nagito isn't actually dead, he was just stabbed repeatedly. also this is my first oneshot! Go me!)

[kurosawa-sun]

Time for my ep. 8 review!!

Wow holy where do I even start. Adachi panicking over having to act normally in the office now that he & Kurosawa are officially dating is just peak office romance. And I really hope we can see the office finding out that their two boys are dating EACH OTHER (although Fujisaki would’ve already known hehe).

Also that scene of last night, when Adachi was a flustering mess and Kurosawa giggled at doing that to Adachi is EVIL (god I fucking love Kurosawa). I just love how Kurosawa now gets to openly express his desire for Adachi, I am going to die in the next few episodes seeing them flirt more openly with each other. I just love how Kurosawa and Adachi’s attraction to each other is palpable. I’ve seen sex scenes with less sexual chemistry than Adachi and Kurosawa, and the couple have only done so much as hold hands so far!!!

also Kurosawa being all giddy and high on love to the point that he was skipping in the office. I love seeing two 30 year old men get flustered, gay panic, giddy, lovestruck and be joyously in love. It’s just precious and such a special thing to see.

And then sweet precious Adachi, having that pile of clothes on the bed from figuring out his first date outfit (I’ve done that when I know I’m going to see my crush later). Also hearing him say KUROSAWA KITAAAA after the doorbell rang was ugh my heart. Adachi realizing what jealous!Kurosawa was seeing and going out there to explain that this is was not what Kurosawa was thinking was peak comedy (obligatory hamster comparison). I loved it when Adachi was introducing Tsuge and Kurosawa to each other, and Kurosawa was considerate in introducing himself as his coworker when Adachi didn’t know what to refer to him as. Also Kurosawa finding out that Adachi had talked about him with his friend, he must’ve been over the moon honestly.

I really loved seeing the friendship dynamic between Tsuge and Adachi this episode. Just two anxious introverts who get each other, it was beautiful.

And now finally the part I’ve been wanting to talk about since bearing witness to it...

KUROSAWA THE POET!! THIS LOVESTRUCK IDIOT DARE WRITE A POEM CALLED “MY BOYFRIEND” WHEN MY RECORD WAS 12 POEMS FOR ONE CRUSH! TWELVE POEMS (I literally went back to my old folders to checked, it was painful :’)

But seriously I died at that scene, and Adachi’s reaction to his boyfriend’s cheesy ass poem for him is priceless. Has Adachi realized how corny his boyfriend is yet? Well he should be. BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS CORNY AND HATE HOW MUCH I’M LIKE KUROSAWA IN LOVE/WITH A CRUSH. I seriously need a support group for people who write poetry about their crushes.

Anyway on to Tsuge and Minato,

I’m starting to like their side story, especially since they’re both artistic people who refused to go down the safe career path in order to pursue what they love. And I did like Tsuge’s speech to Minato. Although I’ve been extremely lucky that my family fully supports whatever the hell I’m doing and all of my friends are very supportive of me, I still get down about society as a whole not quite valuing the kind of work I would want to do in my life. I like Tsuge and Minato bonding over pursuing creative careers together, one of my friends (who also happened to be a crush) gave me a very thoughtful pep talk once when I was feeling very off about my writing work and it was very meaningful to me.

And now back to Kurodachi.

Adachi finally was open about dating Kurosawa, and Kurosawa expressing that his heart was about to burst at that declaration was KYAAAAAAA

I really wanted to note the little acting details here from Machida when Kurosawa said that his heart was going to burst. His breathing was a little hitched and I could see his chest reflect that. Like goddamn Kurosawa was so overwhelmed by Adachi confirming who he is to him.

And then the hand holding. SUKI KAWAII SUKI SUKI DAISUKI. Jesus christ Kurosawa is both flirtatious and smooth, yet also a huge dorky lovesick idiot. I didn’t realise I could love him even more than I already do.

Overall, I’m still amazed at how the show keeps getting better. This is such a high quality piece of television and there’s still 4 episodes left. I am both dying from the one week wait, and also not at all ready to see the full relationship on display.

(btw I am just as shocked as you are seeing Minato get kissed at the end, I was completely blindsided by that and curious to see how that gets resolved).

[fullynialls]

Pregnancy - Antoine Griezmann

Based on this request:

Could you write an imagine where the reader is pregnant and goes support Antoine in one of his games please? Thanks!!

Thanks for sending this in, I think this turned out adorable, hope you enjoy it as much as I do xxx 

(Pls leave some feedback btw, always love reading what you think of the stuff I post)

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I make my way through the crowd in front of the Wanda Metropolitano in order to get in. My back hurts but I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It was not a very special game, just the usual La Liga match on a Friday evening. 

But I’ve not missed any home match since the day Antoine and I got together, I always made it work (even though sometimes I could only make it to the second half) and I wouldn’t break this ritual simply because I am now carrying an 8 months old baby. I make it into the stadium and walk towards my usual seat right next to the tunnel and upon Atleti’s bench. 

I smile down at the pitch where the boys are already warming up. I love their new warm up shirts, couldn’t deny that the colour suited my boyfriend. Antoine has insisted I should stay home all week long as I had complained about my back aching but I had quickly made sure he knew I’d attend the match anyway. That’s why he now looks up to search for me in the crowd. As I catch his eye he waves at me and runs over to the seats. 

“Hey babe, how are you feeling?” he asks, leaning against the fence separating the stands from the pitch. I lean forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Stop worrying about me, I’m fine” I smile but he furrows his eyebrows as he speaks with concern in his eyes. “Are you sure?” I nod and caress his cheek. “You should focus on the match, not on me.” 

He shrugs. “I’ll have you and the little one on my mind all evening” he places his lips on my tummy. “Antoine, please, I’m fine, you need to go now” I giggle and motion to his team mates who are one after the other making their way back inside through the tunnel. 

“Alright” he sighs. “But promise me you’ll take care of the two of you.” I smile at him sympathetically. “Of course I am. Now go!” He finally runs off to join his team and I let myself fall back down on my seat. I look around the stadium, watching how it slowly fills until soon enough every single seat is taken. 

Eventually the players come back, now in their official jerseys and I place my hands on my tummy as I lean down. “That’s your daddy right there” I whisper, truly believing that talking with my baby through the bump is actually working. Only a couple seconds later I sense some kicks and I can’t help but laugh at the coincidence. 

 “So you’re also excited for your dad to kick it off? He better shot a goal right?” I giggle, nevertheless hoping the people around me are too focused on the match about to begin than to realize I am talking to my bump. At first it was always Antoine doing that, he would lean down to whisper something against my tummy, wishing our baby a good night’s sleep or a good morning. 

Lately he’s been trying to tell him not to put me through so much pain which I find adorable. Eventually I had started talking to my bump too, it was nice having someone to talk to all the time. When I was shopping I’d ask which flavour yoghurt he would like or which baby’s toy he preferred. I’ve grown used to talking to him, especially when Antoine isn’t around, which obviously occurred quite often because as he is busy with training and matches. 

“Oh babe, your papa is about to score” I exclaim excitedly as the match is almost halfway through. “He did it!!” I yell and rub my tummy, proud of my boyfriend. Antoine runs over to the stands and does his usual goal celebration before the match continues. During the halftime and right before the players exit the pitch he blows me a kiss and I smile at him. 

The second half is over quickly, Atleti scores one more goal and when the referee blows his whistle I carefully get up from my seat to applaud for our team. I slowly walk down to the fence where a security guard helps me down on the pitch. Whn Antoine sees me approaching he runs over to me and hugs me, loosely as he tries not to crush my bump too much. “He was kicking so much, I think he wanted to join you on the pich” I giggle as Antoine steps back again, still holding my hand in his though. 

He gets down on his knees and presses a kiss to my tummy. “I can’t wait to teach you all the tricks and bring you out here when no ones around and kick the ball with you” he smiles and you run your free hand through Antoine’s hair. He looks up at you and suddenly tears form in your eyes. As Antoine realizes he’s up on his feet again “What’s wrong?” he asks concered. You shake your head, tears spilling but laughing anyway. 

“I’m so happy” I mutter. “You and the baby just make me the luckiest person on earth.” Antoine’s expression softens again as he cups my cheeks in his hands and gently kisses my lips. “I’m the lucky one” he breathes against them. “Shall we go home now? We can order some food and lay down in bed to watch some movies? I’m free all weekend long.” I nod, tears slowly dying as Antoine leads me through the tunnels. 

“I’ll hop in the shower. Wait here alright? And sit down, you must be tired!” Antoine rushes around to find you a plastic chair which he places right next to you. “Thanks” you smile at him, indeed a bit tired from the evening. When Antoine’s gone you lean down to your bump again. “You’re papa is the most handsome and kind man I know, not only am I lucky to have him by my side, you’re gonna be so lucky having him as a father. He’ll love you so much.” I close my eyes, leaning back on the chair.  “And I’ll love you too” I add, smiling to myself.

 “Babe, hey, wake up” I hear a familiar voice calling from somewhere. I slowly open my eyes, confused about where I am. I see Antoine hovering above me. “What’s up? Where am I?” I ask and Antoine chuckles. 

“I was gone for ten minutes to get in the shower and you must have fallen asleep. I’ll help you up and we’ll get you home alright?” I nod, squinting your eyes and slowly getting up from the chair. I groan as I feel the pain in my back again. Antoine holds my arm and together we exit the stadium and hop into my car. Antoine drives us home and helps me get up the stairs and right into bed. 

“I’m hungry” I pout as I lay there. “And I feel stupid. You almost had to carry me all the way up here. As if I’m some old fat woman who can’t do anything by herself.” Antoine furrows his eyebrows at me. “You’re yoking right?” he asks but I shake my head no. I’ve been feeling a little useless lately. I’m barely able to do anything important anymore and falling asleep on that chair back in the stadium.. 

“That was so embarrassing. You were gone, like, what? Ten minutes? And my stupid ass falls asleep in that short amount of time? Embarrassing is what that is.” I mumble more to myself but obviously Antoine hears every single word. 

He gets in bed right next to me, sitting on his knees as he grabs my hand. “Y/n” he says seriously. “You’re over eight months pregnant. It’s natural. Your aching back, your mood swing, which I’m guessing this is right now, you tiredness, it all comes with that little baby growing inside of you. I don’t care that I have to carry you upstairs, or wake you up in random places or whatever might follow in the upcoming month. You’re carrying our baby and you deserve every tiny help I can possibly contribute to that. I’m glad you can’t do much anymore because otherwise I’d be feeling useless here.” 

I stare at Antoine as he’s giving me this little pep talk and can’t help but smile again at his words. “You’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Antoine sighs in relief as he sees me smiling again. “And you will never have to figure that out because I’ll always be right by your side.” Then he leans down and kisses me, his lips are soft against mine but his stubble brushes my face and I giggle into the kiss. 

“You want some pizza now?” he asks against my lips and I nod eagerly. Antoine leans down to my bump and snuggles his nose against it, making me laugh out loud. “Alright baby boy, what kinda pizza do you prefer today” Antoine asks and I can’t help but once again feel overwhelmed by how lucky I got.

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

Holding Our Breath

Summary: Zig and MC, Rhianna, haven’t really talked about how they feel about each other, it’s a little bit after their big fight with the brawl at the mosh pit. They’re wiry around each other and don’t know how to talk about it. It’s a bit of an angsty, sexual tension, with lots of kissing of course. I mean it’s Zig, he can’t resist MC ;)

Go easy on me btw, I’m learning and my writing isn’t the best yet but I really hope you enjoy it because I loved writing it. 

(I stole some lines from the series I really like to spice up the story. PB did really well with their relationship...)

Rhianna holds her breath around him. She can’t say what she wants without her lungs constricting in protest. She’s always been good with emotions. Giving pep talks, supporting her friends, ask how they’re doing, meddle in lives for the greater good, help the people she cares about... Especially Zig. But she can’t seem to exhale around him.

She’s suffocating. But it’s also a rush.

She’s slouching on the couch, her tired limbs spread out after a day of writing, suffering from immense carpal tunnel. 

But still, all she’s thinking about is Zig. 

Zig. Freaking. Ortega.

Zig the Latino, James Dean like, sexy, hot as hell, kind, compassionate, big-hearted, beautiful man that is somehow in her life, despite everything that’s happened. Despite her taking her pain out on him, and hurting him. He’s still here. Granted, he hurt her too, but it still baffled her. 

Why her?

As if on cue, the door swings open and Zig stalks in, his usual leather jacket, dark jeans, and white tee clinging to his muscular build. He slumps down on the couch next to me, breathing sharply in and out. 

She turns to him, and he meets her eyes, both looking at each other, immediately softening.

“Are you okay?” she asks in concern, something she finds herself asking more and more everyday.

“I think so,” he says, breathing slower now in the presence of her, but his heart still beats fast as their fingers inch closer to touching. “Manny is just being...” he sighs, tightening his jaw.

“Manny?” she finishes. “You can’t change how a person is. All you can do is be your wonderful, accepting self and be nice to him. Be kind, and be the bigger person. You know... rise above and such.”

“Your pep talk game is pretty weak today, Rhianna,” he cracks a smile.

She slaps his chest playfully and he chuckles lightly. “Hush. I can’t be perfect every time one of you need me. I’m tired and...” she pauses, wondering how to put how she’s feeling into words, but he keeps looking at her. Looking at her with those eyes and making her feel things. “And I have a lot on my mind.”

“What kind of things?” he reaches for her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckle. “Scandalous thoughts about me?” he flashes a smirk.

He’s not wrong.

“Possibly...” she whispers, looking at their intertwined fingers, feeling a spike of chills from it all. It killed her, wanting to touch him, but being too afraid.

She didn’t know he felt the same. Both of them so desperate but neither one knowing what to do or how to say it. 

He looks at her amber eyes, “Would it be cheesy if I said you’re on my mind all the time too?”

Her cheeks flush. “It would be.”

“And that I fantasize about you?” he leans forward, brushing his lips with hers. “Every hour of everyday.”

She meets his eyes, her lips curling as a sudden burst of confidence surges through her. “Tell me more.”

He grabs her with his hands on her waist, lifting her up to sit on his lap, his hands running up and down her curves. He looks up at her with a seductive smirk, making her swoon, “That you’re the best part of my day. Standing in that coffee shop, I’m so busy trying to get you out of my head instead of actually doing my job, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy.”

She holds his face in her hands. Maybe she should tell him. “Zig, I...”

“Why don’t we finish...” he whispers against her jawline, pausing to place feather light kisses up her neck. “Where we left off last night? I’ve been dying to touch you all day.”

“I... I um...” she’s tongue tied, speechless. She can’t think around him. Especially when he lifts up her shirt and kisses down her stomach, lighting her skin on fire so effortlessly. 

He stops, and looks up at her questioningly.

The rush. She began to feel the rush and it took away the doubt and guilt in the pit of her stomach. Her hands rest on the sides of his face, he eyes her skeptically but doesn’t push her away. He likes her touch, her hands are soft and she smells like strawberries and lavender body lotion.

“I don’t want just sex with you, Zig,” she says. 

Exhale. Finally... she’s exhaled.

“I want romantic, cheesy walks along the beach, I want to see you everyday, I want you to hold me every night as I fall asleep, I want you to kiss me and tell me everything’s going to be okay, I want no one else to touch you or hurt you, I want you to be mine and me to be yours...” she takes a breath. “I want you.”

He looks at her thoughtfully, holding her gaze like it’s his lifeline. He doesn’t saying anything and that makes her heart sink. She’s driven him away, she went too far, too over the top. She’s scared him off. 

Rhianna takes her hands away from his face, tears stinging her eyes. She stands up and wipes at her eyes, “I... um... I think I should go.”

Her hands fly up to her face, but the tears are already rolling, it’s uncontrollable. 

She turns to leave, but a hand grabs her wrist, he spins her back so their chest-to-chest with no space between them. His hand lays on the small of her back, his eyes roam her face, then land on her lips and his heart is thundering in his chest. That’s never happened to him before. He’s never felt thing kind of thing, even if he doesn’t know what it is. She opens her mouth to speak, he captures her mouth with his own, stopping her. 

He breaks away, leaning his forehead on hers. “I like you too,” he smirks despite himself. He can’t help it.

“Really?” she asks, dumbfounded. Her eyes are wide, and she’s looking at him, trying to figure out the puzzle that is Zigmund Ortega. It killed her. Slowly, little by little, day by day, he’s been getting to her, breaking the barrier. She’s broken down his walls, taking it down brick by brick until she reached him.

And she’d do it all over again if it meant being with him. 

“No,” he says. “I really like you,” he looks at her with raw emotion, brushing his lips against hers as he leans closer and she shivers. “It’s almost scary how much I like you.”

“I can deal with a little scary...” she takes a sharp intake of breath as his lips go lower, peppering kisses all over the smooth skin on her collarbone. “You know how much I love a good classic horror film. Like Child’s Play or Chainsaw massacre.”

She wanted him. Maybe it was a lust thing or even a love thing, or possibly something in between the two. 

He chuckles against her, tickling her lips. “You’re an enigma, Rhianna Bixley,” he whispers, touching her skin and making constellations, pressing his lips to her soft spots. 

“I didn’t know you knew my last name,” she wraps her arms loosely around his neck, tilting her head back.

“I know lots of things about you,” he says, then shakes his head with a chuckle. “Sorry... that made me sound like a stalker. And a total dork,” he meets her eyes with a sheepish smile.

“But you’re my dork,” she brushes a piece of his ebony, locks out of his eyes and they glimmer with amusement at the curl of her lips. “And a sexy one at that.”

“I’m flattered,” he says, pressing himself against her, pushing her back against the wall. “Now... let me prove to you how sexy I think you are...”

“I’m all yours,” she whispers seductively in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

He kisses right under her ear and whisper, “You’ve always been mine,” he shoots her a smirk before lowering and putting his head under her black, skater skirt. She gasps when he starts kissing up her inner thigh stopping just at her underwear line, he resurfaces and grins wolfishly at her, making her heart skip a beat. 

Zig picks her up and before she knows it, he’s holding her bridal style, her hands flat on his chest and his under her legs and the other on the small of her back. 

He looks down at her with an insinuating smirk before leaning down to kiss her, her hands fly to his face, deepening it. He pulls away and she furrows her brow, confused.

“Is everything okay?” she asks softly.

“More than okay,” he grins. “It will be, anyway,” he kisses her again, unable to keep his lips to himself, hers are just so inviting and pink and soft, he has to taste them. He tastes like coffee beans and cigarettes, but only the faintest of tastes. His lips just as addictive as the nicotine he smokes. 

“Are we going upstairs?” she whispers on his lips and he smiles. “Please tell me we are.”

“Then we are,” he chuckles. “Tell me what you want. Anything and I’ll give it to you,” he traces his lips up her neck. 

“Just be yourself,” she cracks a smile, kissing his jawline sweetly, his grip on her tightens. “You know me well enough to know what I like.”

“Do you like...” he whispers huskily as he carries up the stairs, getting to her room and kicking the door open. He walks into her room and sets her down on the bed, running his hands up her sides and tickling her. “-this?”

He tickles her harder and she erupts in a fit of giggles as his hands roam all over body, making her laugh. He stops to look at her lazy grin and his heart swells in his chest, holding himself over her. 

“What?” she asks, chuckling slightly, the dimples in her cheeks making an appearance when she looks at him. Her chocolate eyes crinkle slightly and her colored lips are swollen and bruised from kissing him.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says sincerely. “It’s honestly not fair for the rest of the human race.”

“Life’s not fair, baby,” she reaches up and presses her lips to his, gripping at the hair on the back of his neck. Her lips open, inviting him in, he flicks his tongue against her, making her shiver. His grip on her sides tighten, holding the soft fabric of her shirt in his fist and exposing her tempting, smooth skin. He buries his face in the crook of her neck, kissing the hollow of her collarbone. She arcs her back, chest heaving as his hands ride up under her shirt, feeling her warm, topaz skin under his long, calloused fingers. 

He traces his tongue up her stomach, heat unfurling in her core as his hands go lower and lower, going everywhere, all over her body.

“Zig...” she inhales sharply.

He looks up at her with a satisfied smirk. “Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t stop,” she says, tugging at his leather jacket and he shrugs it before she grabs the ends of his shirt and pulls it over his head, throwing it across the room. He grins and pulls off her shirt in return, stealing kisses with each other as they undress one another, eager to feel each other skin-to-skin. 

“What if I do?” he asks.

“I’ll just have to make you,” she says, his fingers outlining her curves. 

“And what would that look like?” his voice dropping an octave lower.

She takes his hand in hers and kisses his finger tips, licking up his fingers, meeting his eyes with unfiltered hunger. 

His eyes darken with lust and hunger, for her and only her, “You’re right. I’m searching for my will power and I can’t seem to find it.”

“I told you,” she says, flipping herself to sit on his hips, straddling him. Her hands run up his muscular, tanned torso, tracing the indention of his abs with her fingertips, scratching at his skin. “Willpower doesn’t exist in the bedroom.”

He smirks, “Only with you.”

“I can’t be the only girl you’ve been with,” she says, a little jealous at that fact. He’s a catch, of course he’s had girlfriends and boyfriends. And yet the thought of him being with other people, tangled in the sheets with each other, people that aren’t her makes her heart clench. He’s close to perfect, but that edge of imperfection he has makes him all the more interesting. Like a map she’ll never find the destination to, the road trip there is what matters, the people you travel with make the trip.

“Regardless of the number of people I’ve slept with,” he lowers his brow, smiling slightly. “You’re not them. You’re you, and I can’t tell you how much you mean to me. Everyday, nobody else is on my mind except you. You occupy my thoughts,” he laughs softly, smirking a bit at her. “Clothed or Naked in my head, I need you, you made me realize who I was when even I didn’t know. I had been stumbling around in the dark for so long and you were the light at the end of the tunnel,” he lets go of her wrists, still using one hand to prop himself up, and uses his other to cup her face in his hand, caressing her cheek. He laughs, “God, I’ve fallen so hard for you, Rhianna. And I don’t ever want to stop.”

She can’t stop the grin from forming on her face, and she hides her face in her hands, blushing like crazy. On the verge of tears, she says, “You’re the first guy that’s said something to me like that.”

He pulls her hands off her face, and them behind her head by her wrists, now on top of her again. “That’s very hard to imagine.”

She shakes her head with a shy smile. “Not really. I’m just me.”

He frowns, “And that’s a bad thing? Where do I even start with all your amazing qualities. You’re intelligent, beautiful, kind, compassionate, fiercely loyal to those you care about, and sexy as hell,” they lock eyes. “Anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve to have you in their life.”

Her heart clenches, making her pulse quicken under his heated gaze. She reaches up to touch his cheek, smiling to him, “I guess you make a good point.”

He traces his finger down her flat, tan stomach, drawing slow, tantalizing lower and lower. “My mother told me, these are her exact words. ‘Don’t let this girl go, mijo, she’s rare.’” 

She laughs. “I’ve said it many times before, and I will say it again: You’re mother is a smart woman.”

“Why else do you think I turned out this great?” he teases, shooting her a smirk before lowering himself to her underwear, taking the lacy band with his teeth and snapping it against her skin. 

“Someone’s eager,” she chuckles, leaning her head back as he pulls them down the rest of the way with his teeth before throwing it on the floor. 

“Can you blame me, gorgeous?” he says, capturing her lips in a heated, deep kiss before pulling away to look at her and the smile on her lips. “I’ve waited long enough.”

She grabs him by the back of his neck, kissing again, no longer controlling herself as his hands unclip the clasp to her bra behind her back. She smiles against his lips when he holds her against him. 

No more worries...

No more holding back...

No more holding her breath...

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GOT7~ First Kiss

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Im Jaebum

This fucker isn’t one to wait. When he wants something he is going to get it. I can see him being very forward about the kiss, like not aggressive but still obvious. He’d be gentle at first but then he’d get more passionate and pull you closer and closer. The kind of kiss that makes you want more ≧◡≦

“I know we’ve only been dating for a short amount of time but, I desperately want to kiss you right now.”

Mark Tuan

He’d be hella subtle. He would slowly get closer to you while you both talked or watched a movie and when you noticed how close he was, he’d see his chance. The kiss wouldn’t last too long but it’d still leave you both grinning messes.

“That went better than expected.” 

Jackson Wang

Oh my shit. I can’t. He is too cute and precious. Jackson wouldn’t be shy about it until afterwards. He’d probs kiss your cheek playfully and then smile at you sweetly before laying a passionate kiss upon your lips. He’d get so giddy after you two broke apart like oml.

“Ah! You’re such a good kisser, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Park Jinyoung

He’s the smooth dude, let’s be honest. You’d be on a date or something and he’d just randomly take you hands in his and tell you something that makes your heart flutter and then slowly lean in. The kiss would be slow and meaningful as his hand gripped you tighter.

“___ I’m falling in love with you. I don’t think you know how much you mean to me.”

Choi Youngjae

CUTE FLUFF BALL!  Death.Error; Author is dying

OKAY! Let’s be real. Youngjae is so cute and innocent like oml. He would be hella nervous and I can see him just standing in front of you not knowing what to do. In his head he’d be giving himself a pep-talk but eventually he’d probably just kiss you without thinking about it. After a second or two he’d relax into the kiss and it’d just come naturally. Nevertheless, afterwards he’d get super shy.

“I’m sorry, I- Uh; It wasn’t suppose to happen like that.”

BamBam

Guys, his ego is higher than his spiked hair during the debut. He’d have no problem kissing you. Like Jaebum, he wouldn’t want to wait and he’d become impatient. The kiss would probably last longer than it should have but neither of you would care, both wanting more.

“Damn, I should have done that sooner.”

Kim Yugyeom

FML! Author is dying again; ERROR! SEND HALP!

This shithead would go over the top. Everything would have to be perfect for this moment. Although, knowing him and his luck, something would go wrong and his confidence would wither away as he goes back to being shy and flustered. Upon hearing your encouraging voice, he would just kiss you bc he was tired of waiting and he loved liked you a lot.

“This was suppose to work out differently.”

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7 is considered a lucky number, no?

I’m naming chapters now btw; this one is called, “in which there’s improvised sex ed?” it’s not meant to be a joke btw because there is, indeed, period talk

“Aaare you done?” comes the question from beyond the door right as the bells start ringing outside. The tower is right in view from where he stands, so he can tell that it's apparently half past nine. He cannot believe that they wasted over an hour with shenanigans and idle chitchat. She surely gave him more than ten minutes, too. Not that he wasted the extra time; he put away the clothes that didn't make the cut, after all, and also made her bed while he was at it. She needs some order in this room, every flat surface that's not the floor is a catastrophe. Sheesh.

“Yep, you can come in,” he sighs, placing Kikoku on top of the clothes resting neatly on the end of the bed.

“Oh...” Kat looks surprised to find said piece of furniture looking so organized. “Thanks, you really didn't have to.”

“Eh, had enough time to kill.” In fact, he was already ogling the haphazard book pile on the cabinet a minute ago. “What took you so long anyway?”

She looks to the side, then back at him, then down. “Well, before I came over... um...” Sigh. “It's dumb and kinda irrelevant, to be honest,” she says finally, scratching her neck.

An incredulous but understanding 'okay' is all that he can answer to that. He also had something dumb happen to him that he couldn't solve, after all. Might as well inform her. “By the way, just so you know... I didn't even try to change your underwear.” Is what it is, had no idea where to look, and he's not one for going commando, either.

She slaps her temple, almost flinging the hat off. “Damn, I knew I forgot something.” Before he could answer, she presents him a pair of shoes that are, just by appearance, a lot more comfortable than what she had on. “Will get some stuff asap. And here, you take these instead of the fancy ones.”

He's more than happy to ditch the cute shoes for action ones. Something hits him on the head- she just threw a pair of socks at him.

“Get rid of the cheap nylon socks and put those on,” she instructs while digging into what looks like a textile bag inside a drawer. “I'm gonna go ahead and not put anything extra regarding panties for you.... like this one.... I need to get rid of the lace ones...” she mutters to herself.

Now, he doesn't know what kind of stuff she has, but he's getting worried nonetheless. “Um... those are really not that... necessary.” She's yet to mention bras, thinking about it... well, she definitely wasn't wearing any with the dress. Not sure if he should be happy or more concerned, though. On one hand, this is definitely the more comfortable alternative, on the other... having two wobbly humps all of a sudden is weird and distracting, even if they are small. He'd rather they stayed put...

“Sssh... it's okay, gotcha. They aren't that necessary, you can use your own junk.” She says waving a few other pair of socks trying to calm him down, then slams the drawer back on the curious bags made of some fabric.

“Um... wording,” is what he says after staring at her. It doesn't take her long to take an immature snort at that- and here he was already thinking she actually was taking these issues as a maturely as possible. Never mind.

“Unless, of course,” she adds, “you cannot fit your trunks on me. Then it's a moot argument.”

He's about to make a snide remark, but then he realizes something else. She knows what's under his jeans...

“Wait, when did you...?” He should probably be less alarmed by that because of the circumstances, but still.

“I was late because of a loo test run, man.” She blurts out, tossing the couple of socks on her bed. “Needed some mental preparation, alright? And puh-lease, I know the color and shape of what you have on right now. As do you.” She adds, being aware of the fact that she's way too amused by this; that, and his rosy cheeks. He's likewise displeased with her being entertained... try to adult this, woman. This reminds her of something important, though, something that stifles her smile... shit, when was the last time again? At least two weeks ago... no, as of yesterday, it's been... three...

“Oooh...” Is the only thing she can muster as it dawns on her. He's left wondering in the room as she takes another quick detour to the bathroom. Coming back, she's holding an opened package of something in her hand. “Stay strong... but if I can't get you back really soon, you will need these.” She says in an empathetic voice, giving the thing to him.

It's pads.

“Oh.” Okay. He kind of didn't even think about this aspect of the issue. And now that he did... he'd prefer to forget about it altogether. All he can think of are worst case scenarios.

Seeing the disgruntled expression of internal panic and how he's standing there frozen, she decides to enter Extra Personal mode. Time to be unnecessarily honest with a near total stranger, today with some weighty reasons to boot. Leaning onto a knee with one hand so she's about eye to eye with her own body, and lightly putting another on his shoulder, she speaks up:

“Law, a little heart-to-heart, if you please... while we are alone, okay?” She seems to have his attention, there's nothing more to ask for. She takes a deep breath, looking for a starting point. “First things first, the PMS business... I rarely have bad cramps, so you probably won't have to drug yourself into oblivion, and even if it really was that bad, I'd rather you asked me about my usual method first. Then, the first two or three days are a literal bloodbath. The sludge does feel really fucking weird, and often uncomfortable, and it's still like that twelve years down the road, so it will probably hit you harder. Pad accidents where the thing doesn't quite align with the goo just... happen sometimes. Don't sweat it, proceed as if the stains just didn't exist until you can change. Any of this bullshit can easily ruin your day- needing more space or being clingy on them days is a-ok. Keep hydrated, eat sweets if you need to, and change these bad boys every few hours to minimize feeling gross,” she finishes, tapping the near-full package. “How-to is included on the wrapping. Any questions?”

“Nope.” None he can think of. She said everything he'd ever need to prepare for, some of which he was well aware of anyway. The detailed rundown and comfort on his shoulder did help make the likely extra ordeal less intimidating, though.

“Okay... if you need anything, ask me or any of the girls, really.” So far, so good. She wants to address something else, too, however. “Now... let's talk about another thing that seems to be bugging you. Please, just be honest here... do I appear to be the bigger person about... all of this?”

He's certain she doesn't actually need him to confirm this. All this time, he's been as stiff as a board and was a brat about a short trip. There's little he can say to defend himself. Meanwhile she's been the same as before, with a dash of altering smug and aloof.

Yes, she does; this, he acknowledges with a nod.

“Alright... then, let me tell you this- you don't have to believe me, but listen... I know exactly how you feel. Like, I was late because I had to go to the toilet, right? And guess what, I needed my own ten minutes just back there before using the fucking thing. As soon as it will be bath time and it comes to stripping? I'll back out immediately and postpone it until who knows when. Except I shouldn't do that, because it's not my body to get smelly and gross, and you will also take care of mine. You as a doc have the advantage of being more desensitized towards naked people, but that's no excuse. Oh, and dare I say we do enter the 24-hour limit of me going to work, and I still have your body? I'll be freaking the fuck out. Won't get an ounce of sleep all night. I... know I look as if I was over it with a shrug, but it's the calm before the storm. I'll be fucking dying in due time, even if I don't meet anybody who wants you dead.” Having all the small worries that have been piling up out, she needs a minute to come to a coherent conclusion. He's waiting patiently. “We both are in a pickle here, so... let's not be afraid of kicking each other in the shin when necessary... and take care of each other, alright?” she says finally, straightening herself.

He can't help but let a lenient smile creep itself onto his face; her mixed personality of silly and earnest is rather charming. Sounds like a plan. “You know... forget what I've said at the entrance. You actually are pretty good at pep talk once you get going.”

It's her turn to blush while fidgeting her fingers; “Heh... thanks.”

He sighs- seeing himself act like that is not getting any less weird, though.