#sorry guys its not that serious but i have been through some shi before in other fandoms and dont want a repeat

[captaindarkiplier]

if i ever need to explain darkipliers strange reputation online to someone who knows nothing, or maybe just vague rumor based on sexyman flanderization and memery, i could say he is like makima's more obscure and more mislabeled male counterpart.

because if you are seen drawing makima the wrong kinds of people will just assume you are a horny individual that likes groomer dominatrix women.

but this comparison isn't perfect because csm is popular and the nature of it being anime gives it more defenders therefore normalizes and broadens the perspectives on it somewhat.

and also because there genuinely IS a majority of horny individuals drawing makima.

but on the other hand, for darkiplier, it'd be assuming that the person likes dark evil emo versions of Real Person, which is almost WORSE to be accused of, you could easily argue.

And to top it all off, the darkiplier fandom is much less horny and actually more analytical and thoughtful than makimas fandom. In my experience

[shycoconutt]

I Found My Light: Chapter 3 (Kakashi x Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

A/n: Sorry for the delay! Wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this but it came to me in the shower (as all good ideas do). Hope you enjoy it! This story is far from over.

Summary: You attend the group training session where, to your dismay, Kakashi is in attendance.

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but won't be in future chapters), violence, angst

Fanart!: Please check out this fanart inspired by this fic by the talented @szamasza <3

If this training session goes like any other typical training session, you are in for a long one. Training usually begins around mid-day and lasts several hours until everyone feels like they’re on the brink of death. Then, when face down in the dirt, Asuma tries to convince everyone to head to the bar on the main street that gives discounts to shinobi. After a few minutes of resounding I’m-too-tireds and maybe-next-times, everyone gives in and spends the remainder of the night into the next morning crammed in a booth getting absolutely sloshed.

This night was like any other night, except not because your anxiety was at an all-time high.

Kakashi showed up about an hour into training, aloof as ever. You were deep in your spar with Genma when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Genma must have noticed your distraction, as he didn’t hesitate to spit his senbon at you with full force. Luckily you were refocused in less than a second and caught it between your fingers.

“Nice try, buddy,” you teased him, “It’s going to take more than that to throw me off.”

Genma raised his eyebrow at you. “I don’t know, (y/n), you seemed a little distracted,” he teased.

And just like that, you were back at each other’s throats.

Kakashi ended up finding a spot sparing Gai. Typical of him, as usually Gai is the only one who can keep up ability-wise. Although, Kakashi hasn’t seen how much you’ve grown and a part of you is hoping you’ll get a chance at him. You still have yet to use your chakra sword-whip, your most brutal weapon, in front of your fellow shinobi. It’s remained in its sheath strapped across your back, waiting to be used against the most brutal opponent.

“Alright, alright,” Genma pants, curled up on the ground holding his left side where you just landed a forceful kick, “Please show me some mercy, (y/n).”

“Only if you admit that I’m a better shinobi than you in every way,” you say smugly, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Yes, you are a better shinobi than me in every way. You're stealthy, quick, strong, intelligent, adaptable, beautiful, and, most of all, kind. Which is why you’ll give me my senbon back.” He pleas, still laying on the ground with his hand out to you.

“Mmm, fine,” you tease, pulling the senbon from your hair where you used it to hold it in a bun. “It does make a great hair accessory though. I think I might have to get one for myself.” You help Gemma back up to his feet and stick the metal needle back into his mouth.

He gives you a smirk, still grasping onto your hand. “You should see my collection. I have at least two hundred of these,” he boasts, taking the senbon out of his mouth to twirl it in his fingers. “I‘ll make sure to pick one out for you.”

“I would be honored.” You smile warmly, squeezing his hand.

At this moment you could sense a set of eyes staring at you from the other side of the training field. Well, one eye, you should say, as Kakashi is staring directly at you while he holds Gai in a headlock. His expression is unreadable as his eyes flicker from you to Genma and then back to you. You could swear that you saw his shoulders drop a bit before he brought his attention back to Gai who is currently struggling to breathe in his grasp.

“Ka-ka-shi-ple-ase-le-t-me-go-” Gai gasps, holding onto Kakashi’s arms currently wrapped around his neck. Kakashi’s eyes widen when his attention is brought back to his opponent and he immediately releases Gai from his grasp. With a thud, Gai drops to the floor and sucks in one big breath.

“Are you trying to kill him?!” Kurenai yells as she runs to tend to Gai who is sitting on the ground rubbing his neck. Everyone else on the field stops what they’re doing when they notice the commotion and circle around Gai wondering what happened.

“I’m sorry-” Kakashi starts, hands back in his pockets still staring at Gai wide-eyed.

“Apologies are unnecessary my rival!” Gai cuts in, still gasping for air. “Flashes of my youth came to me as I was falling out of consciousness. It reminded me how much there is to live for. I thank you for the near-death experience, Kakashi!” Gai quickly recovers and stands up, dusting the dirt from his green jumpsuit. “You win this round, but I wouldn’t get used to it!” Gai challenges, holding out a hand for Kakashi to shake.

“Yeah, sure Gai.” Kakashi agrees sheepishly, accepting Gai’s hand.

“Damn, Kakashi.” Genma starts, a smug smile pulling at his mouth. “The Anbu made you a pretty ruthless fighter, huh? I didn’t realize friend-killer Kakashi applied to us too.”

You could hear everyone in the circle try to hold in their gasps after registering Genma’s statement. Kakashi’s whole body stiffened and you could see the appearance of a grimace form under his mask. He is visibly uncomfortable. Yet, instead of looking at Genma who just addressed him, he is looking at you.

You suck in a breath, feeling terrible for Kakashi. Rumors spread, nicknames are formed, it’s all a part of being a shinobi. But “friend-killer Kakashi” is on a whole other level of petty.

That jerk.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Genma?” You turn to him and yell. “What makes you think you can say shit like that?”

“Oh c’mon!” Genma retorts. “We were all thinking it! This is the first time he’s been back training with us since the Anbu. You’ve heard what people have said about him. I’m surprised one of us isn’t already dead!”

This time no one was able to hold in their reactions as gasps escaped everyone in the circle.

You are fuming.

“Actually, Genma, the only one you should be worried about killing you is me because I am a second away from shoving that stupid senbon down your throat.” You take a step forward, challenging him.

“Hey, hey,” Genma retreats, taking a step back with his hands up in defense. “I was just trying to look out for us, for you especially. I mean out of all of us, you should be the most concerned. You know, with the whole situation that happened with Ri-”

You close the gap between you and Genma in seconds, grabbing the collar of his vest, you yank the senbon from his mouth and hold it against his throat.

“If you finish that sentence it will be the last words you ever speak.” You threaten. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You have no idea the details of what Kakashi has been through. What Rin went through. What I went through. It isn’t your place to speak about a situation you know nothing of. So do us all a favor and shut up.” You let go of his vest and shove him back a couple steps.

“Wow, damn, okay, sorry.” Genma apologizes, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I was just joking around. There’s no need to be so serious about it, (y/n).”

“My hand went through Rin’s heart,” Kakashi speaks up from his silence. “There’s nothing to joke about.”

Hearing Kakashi speak this hard truth sends a sharp pain through your heart, and you instinctively grasp onto the part of your shirt lying over your chest.

You turn and look back at Kakashi, who meets your eyes.

Pain.

So much pain.

You turn to step towards him, but he’s already retreating from the circle.

“I think that’s it for me today guys. I’ll catch you around another time.” Kakashi says as he turns away from the group giving you one last glance. Heading towards the forest, he reaches around to his pouch and pulls out his Icha Icha novel, bringing it in front of him to pick up where he left off.

After a few silent beats, Asuma claps his hands together to bring attention to him.

“So,” he starts, “drinks anyone?”

Everyone immediately becomes more relaxed now that the focus has shifted. You, on the other hand, are feeling so tense that you start to hear ringing in your ears. You get that Asuma is just trying to relieve the tension in the group, but you can’t help but be annoyed that he’s trying to move on from what just happened so quickly.

Kurenai meets your gaze and can read your annoyance. She gives you a pleading look that says drop it for now, (y/n).

Everyone in the circle, including Genma, give a resounding “yes” and head in the opposite direction of Kakashi back towards the village. You're left alone standing in the middle of the grounds as they make their way out.

“(Y/n), are you coming?” Kurenai calls out to you.

You contemplate for a second and begin to wave her off.

“I think I’m going to stay here for a minute. You guys go on ahead, I’ll meet up with you later,” you reply. Honestly, you have no intention of getting back together with them, as any place where Genma is hanging out is the last place you want to be.

“Okay,” Asuma shouts back at you, “we will be at that one bar on main.”

“As always.” you joke back, trying to sound light-hearted.

Once they are out of sight you turn to look back at the trees that Kakashi exited through. You have absolutely no idea where he could be headed to or how fast he could be traveling through the trees. It might be a waste of time to head out after him. After all, if Kakashi doesn’t want to be found, you have no chance of finding him.

Feeling slightly defeated, you plop down to the ground and sit criss-cross in the dirt. You sit up straight and put both of your hands palm-up on each knee. Taking a deep breath in, you feel the breeze rustle through your hair. Taking a deep breath out, you hear the sound of the trees flowing in the wind.

If he wants to talk, he will come to me. In the meantime, I will meditate.

The next time you open your eyes, it’s dark out.

Damn, how many hours have passed?

You close your eyes.

More time passes.

The next time you open your eyes, Kakashi is sitting a few feet across from you mirroring your position.

His eyes are open.

As if your thoughts are mirroring each other as well, you both speak in unison.

“I’m sorry.”

[dreamii-yume]

SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!

*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long

So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”

Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol

- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN

- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol

- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA

- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it

- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA

- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“

- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.

- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now

- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”

- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT

- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents

- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO

- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay

- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL

- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM

- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS

- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE

- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY

- #Grimportectionsquad

- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?

- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got

- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR

- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR

- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son

- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO

- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—

- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF

- BRUH WE CAN TALK

- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ

- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao

- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—

- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH

- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL

- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—

- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG

- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE

- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip

- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE

- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF

- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh

- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language

- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL

- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad

- …so can i have him back pls—

- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??

- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is

- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING

- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON

- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol

- It’s the next day lol

- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD

- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ��� )و

- VIL. what you have my queen

- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—

- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA

- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol

- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing

- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing

- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap

- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH

- Rook i swear—

- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol

- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL

- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least

- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM

- What is this beautiful character development

- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol

- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ

- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—

- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it

- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol

- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad　ｓｔｏｐ

- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa

- NOO BABY DONT CRY

- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—

- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀

- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE

- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN

- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM

- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨

- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII

- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol

- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—

- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR

- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol

- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER

- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE

- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois

- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can

- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))

- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY

- Bro this is so wholesome omg

- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still　ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao

- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning

- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh

- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants

- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao

- 👁👄👁 …!?

- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—

- WHAT IS GOING ON

- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS

- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE

- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH

- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN

- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL

- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT

- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—

- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG

- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM

- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf

- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK

- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face

- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK

- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?

- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT

- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS

- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—

- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots

- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here

- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM

- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000

- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY

- Oh 👀 Rook pls help

- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—

- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE

- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO

- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—

- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry

- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—

- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter

- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—

- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol

- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO

- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—

- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him

- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after

- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now

- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.

- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf

- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF

- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol

- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls

- WHAT THE FUCK

- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!

- OLD MAN WHAT—

- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry

- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀

- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA

- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS

- THE BOARD GAME CLUB

- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“

- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂

- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol

- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries

- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS

- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY

- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED

- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat

- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—

- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi

- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU

- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place

- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol

- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg

- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO

- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad

- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN

- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol

- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN

- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf

- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO

- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???

- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT

- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it

- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT

- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—

- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO

- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous

- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE

- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF

- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL

- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy

- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT

- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN

- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what

- WHAT THE FU— IDIA

- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???

- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER

This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—

It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁

[tobi-momo]

A Comfortable First Date :)

@awmahleebakugou said:

okay so i’ve never asked before (god i hope your requests are open, i’m sorry if they’re not) but i found you just now and your writing gives me life. i hope i’m not missing any rules, but i wanted to req a kind of first date scenario (the date can be your choice but i’m thinking something out of their comfort zone that the reader kinda eases them into having fun and they actually end up having a good time) with bakugou, todoroki, and dabi. a fluff type thing with a fem reader. they don’t have to be all in one, they can be separate but i really wanted to see your take on this with bakugou. thanks for your time, and i hope you can do this req cuz i love your writing :)

a/n: dflhgdfjhgdfkjgh you make me malfunction omg- i jut started writing a couple weeks ago and to hear that you love my writing makes me smile so hard kfsdjgdfkjg omg ty <3 and, lucky for you, my requests are def open and feel free to come back any time! (if you do want to see my rules tho here’s a link: rules<3 (you didn’t req anything out of my comfort zone tho so dw )

Pairing(s): Bakugou x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Dabi x Reader

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff :)

Warnings: cursing, youre uncomfy for a lil- but it gets better- FLUFF SKDJGFJSD dabi’s is SO mf short im sorry skhgdlfg

A Comfortable First Date :)

Bakugou:

Man are you glad yall came with ya friends-

You were excited, but anxious. you have never been on a date before, let alone the one and only bakugou katsuki, so ya. you were nervous asf

On the ride, the radio played loudly while you rolled the window down and caught the warm breeze in your face, you were just wildin out in the car, making katsuki laugh in hopes of relieving some stress

when you arrive, it was a different story. there were so many people and the water was dark, and this is gonna be his first time seeing *this much of your body. Your nerves were not helping

“Yo, Y/n, you nervous or somethin’?” Calls Sero, averting your attention from the packed beach

“Uh, no, not at all,” you smile walking over to the trunk of the car, picking up towels

kirishima and mina walk together to find a spot, denki and sero leave you and katsuki alone and immediately start throwing the frisbee around

‘god this was so awkward’ you thought, although it really wasnt, it was just in your head

“Here, give those to me,” katsuki whispers as he takes the towels from your grasp, taking notice of the way you rub your fingers together, the way you keep looking at the ground

He can tell that youre unsure, but he knows that you wont be like this for long- i mean- its bakugou, right?

once yall get to your spot, kirishima and mina catch up to you guys, talking about whats more manly yall cant convince me they dont do this- im convinced mina teaches him how to drink his respect women juice although we know he drinks plenty

You dont even have time to realize katsukis arms around your things, picking you up and throwing you on his shoulders

You play smack his back, laughing and yelping at the same time while he runs towards the water

“kastUKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” all he can respond with is his laughter before he sets you down gently in the water

“What, you thought I was gonna throw you or somethin’?” he smirks

“Uh, YEAH? I DID! You scared the crap outta me, babe,” you laugh off, the water suddenly feeling a lot better than you thought it would

He’s still laughing, almost gripping his stomach while kirishima and mina join sero and denki with the frisbee

The face he makes when you splash water on him is-

hmmm

How do i say it

flabbergasted? no. thats a weird ass word. He was like that tho

His face was like 😂 > 😳 > 😶 > 😐 > 😑 > 😐 > 😏😈

yk? yk

He splashes back

hard

so skip to an hour later when you guys are tackling each other in the water holy shit this is soft i cant

yall are having a mf BLAST and yall ended up playing beach volleyball too- have yall seen the episode in avatar where azula, mai, ty lee, and zuko play beach volleyball?

ya basically that but yall actually have fun and its more playful- but yall DESTROY the other teams

you guys end up staying longer than expected and you sleep in the car on the way back with his hand on your thigh but shhh

Todoroki:

ok, this may be dif because i believe movie dates are awkward asFF and i just jfhfkg ugh yk

but anyways~

yall arrive to the theatre, buy your snacks and get your ticket ew ew ew ew

and you literally dont know what to do-

where do you sit? where do you put your hands? what do you do for the rest of the movie? all of these questions filled your head when you guys entered the room, it was empty

great.

You guys take your seats, the commercials starting while you guys start small talk

you and him make fun of the trailers while you guys are literally sitting down like 🧍🧍

So awkward even though yall are talking- like, who takes popcorn first, who gets to put their arm on the middle rest? just overcomplicating everything in your brain

until a skittle falls down your shirt sorry if you dont like skittles but cmon their skittles

coming out the bottom of your shirt, you pick it up, then look at shouto’s soft, playful smirk before he looks away like he didnt do anything

that cheeky bastard

so, you throw it back, knocking his head then falling down the seat to the ground 

he looks back at you with and incredulous expression- not a serious one, but a look of sarcastic surprised

when his hand grabs popcorn out of the bucket, your eyes widen and you quickly leap out of your seat, running out of the isle and up the stairs to the top row of seats, being chased by shouto, and eventually trapped in the corner before getting a face full of popcorn

“Shou!” you laugh out, and you can hear the faint sound of his giggles piercing through yours

Your hands are placed on his chest, and his have dropped down your forearms, holding you in place while you laugh into him

“What?”

“There’s popcorn in my hair now,”

“Oh,” he takes a gentle hand and takes the popcorn out of your hair, tossing it to the side

“This place is a mess now,” he adds

You just laugh it off, taking notice of the fact that the movie has already started

“Shou, the movie,” you point, him turning around to the big screen

“The movie’s boring”

“It’s barely started!” you chuckle

your voice was interrupted by more popcorn hitting your face, and Shouto holding the bucket

“You did not just do what i think you just did.”

“Maybe,”

“I’m gonna get you back for that!” you shout as he starts to walk back to your seat, you grab the box of candy and quickly open it, pouring everything on his head before rushing down the stairs to the other side of the room

lemme just say yall were kicked out PFT JSDHGFSDKJHF

ok but yall didnt care shsdlfsfg

you hung out more after that too, not wanting the day to end :)

Dabi: 

why 

on your first date

would you go

CLUBBING??

like- why??? 

when you arrived, you really do be FINE AS FUUUCKK and everyone is thirsting over you periodt get into it

and when you see him, his eyes widen, admiring your figure

you just smile bc you’ve never been to a club before and set your bag on the counter, taking a seat at the bar next to him

what do you do? are you supposed to order something orrrrrrr? are you supposed to talk? are you supposed to dance with him? like wtf

the most awkward feelings are making home in your stomach

just before you could rush off, his hand grabs yours, making your head whip up for your eyes to meet his, silently reassuring you

You smile before he stands up, and leads you to the dance floor, guiding you with your hips to the music

you place your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you to the beat, before you turn yourself and dance on him, forgetting your problems

he smirks, running his fingertips down your back while you move your hips on him

after a couple drinks you guys were clicking, like really, really, really, clicking and you felt good

so did he, and he wanted to know you more, so after a couple more dances and drinks, yall were giddy and shi 😏

And yall decided it was time to get to know each other more😏😏😏

when you guys woke up with a hangover, you made him breakfast and yall talked ab everything under the stars omg yall are made for each other istg

~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

thats it im sorry dabi’s is so short i just chugged rosé and im hanging out with friends be happy <3

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[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - when he sees someone else confessing to you

This work, 当他看见你被别人表白, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

The two of you made plans to go for dinner together.

By the time you make your way to LFG after work, Victor has just wrapped up a meeting. After giving him a call, you hover around the entrance, waiting for him to drive the car over. 

“Is that really you?”

You hear a pleasantly surprised male voice from behind. Turning towards the sound of the voice, you’re greeted by an employee from LFG. 

After digging through your brain for a while, you finally recall that the last time you came to LFG to submit a report, you met a new employee who was under Goldman’s wing. 

Back then, he was clearly not used to the working style in LFG, and was making mistakes left and right. Seeing that he was on the brink of tears after receiving a scolding from Goldman, you stepped in to mediate the situation. 

You didn’t expect him to remember you.

“Ever since you helped me, I’ve been looking for you.” He twists and rubs his hands together, looking slightly nervous. He lifts his head. “I’m now the leader of R&D Team A. I... I wonder if you could... be my girlfriend?”

“I’m sorr-”

Even before you finish speaking, you’re interrupted by the car horn of a black Maybach. Thinking about a certain someone’s occasionally difficult personality, you immediately step backwards, putting some distance between the two of you.

“CEO...” The little employee stands straight and stock-still.

Victor nods coldly. Judging from his expression, you can tell that this childish man is jealous again. You place your hands together to form an apologetic pose towards the employee, then pull the car door open, entering it.

The employee’s face grows deathly pale, and he scurries off, as though he has suffered a great blow.

“I’m gone for just a while, and you’re already flirting around?” Victor reaches across your body to strap on your seat belt.

You burst out laughing, planting a chaste kiss on the side of his face. “Victor, I’m very obedient. I rejected him even before you pressed the horn~”

He settles back into his seat and puts on his own seat belt. Starting the engine, his unhappy tone is almost imperceptible. 

“Mm, pretty obedient.”

[ GAVIN ]

In the police station, there are quite a number of energetic men who are full of vigour. Whenever you have nothing to do, you’d take a stroll around the training grounds to look at... Flyer.

Let’s be real - if you dared to look at other men, Loveland City’s No. 1 King of Jealousy, Officer Gavin, will definitely hoist you home on his shoulder, just like he did the last time at your office. 

After retrieving the frisbee from its mouth, you pat Flyer’s head. From the corner of your eye, you notice that Gavin has already finished exchanging pointers with the other officers, and is currently staring in your direction.

You shoot him a smile from afar while giving Flyer a belly rub.

An officer with some grime on his body walks over, handing you a bottle of water. “Whose relative are you?” 

You hesitate for a while before accepting the bottle, thanking him politely.

“I see you here often. I presume you like small animals?” He rubs Flyer’s head. Uncomfortable to be touched by a stranger, Flyer unhappily shies away from the contact.

You immediately reassure Flyer.

Watching how gently you’re treating Flyer, the officer is unable to restrain himself from asking, “Would you consider me? I love small animals too. Want to be my girlfriend?”

Faced with such an unexpected turn of events, you instantly refuse. “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend.” 

“Who’s your boyfriend?” He hasn’t seen you being chummy with any of the guys.

“Her boyfriend flipped you onto the ground earlier.”

Gavin appears from behind the both of you. His forehead is dotted with beads of sweat, and some droplets travel along his defined lower jawline towards his neck region.

“...Captain Gavin.” The officer quivers, straightening up and greeting him with a salute.

Gavin doesn’t even spare him a glance. He stands in front of you, tilting his head downwards slightly. “Help me wipe the sweat off?”

“Mm,” you comply obediently, retrieving a towel from your bag and dabbing it on him gently. You can feel the lingering heat exuding from his post-exercise body, and you hand him the bottle. “Want some water?”

Stung by your intimate display, the officer says an awkward goodbye and leaves.

Gavin twists open the bottle and squats down, giving it to Flyer. “Next time, if anyone confesses their feelings to you, just let Flyer bite him.”

At that moment, you’re unable to react. The righteous Gavin is actually telling you to get Flyer to bite people?

Perhaps sensing that his tone is a little bitter, he adds, “If you think letting a dog bite him isn’t good, then let me know. I’ll beat him up.”

...isn’t that worse?

[ LUCIEN ]

It’s common knowledge that Lucien’s seminars are always full. The female students attend to ogle at Lucien, while the male students attend to ogle at the girls. Of course, girls who find that they’re unable to match up to Lucien sometimes end up together with a guy who happens to like her.

To you, Lucien’s seminars are pretty much meaningless. Obscure terminology and strange chemistry-related processes are basically incomprehensible hieroglyphics.

You release a sigh, preparing to plop your head down to make up for lost sleep. Even if you can’t understand anything, you wouldn’t waste such a good class.

The boy next to you throws a small note onto your table. 

It reads: Classmate, I’ve seen you attending Professor Lucien’s seminars many times. Since there’s still no development, are you interested in becoming my girlfriend?

You purse your lips. Do kids these days not pay proper attention in class? Won’t a student get completely lost once he loses focus for one minute in Lucien’s class?

You borrow a pen from the girl sitting next to you, and write: Sorry, not interested.

You throw the note in the direction of the boy, but it hits something in mid-air, and falls to the ground.

Lucien is holding a book in his hand. He bends down to retrieve the note. When his gaze falls on the word “girlfriend”, his pupils constrict, but he smiles and asks, “Does this belong to you?”

Confessing that it’s mine would be the silliest thing to do! 

You shake your head furiously.

Lucien poses the same question to the boy, who is starting to break out in cold sweat. “Student, does this note belong to you?”

Pale-faced, he nods. Lucien places the note on the table neither softly or heavily. His knuckles tap the surface of the table, creating a slight sound. In your heart, you’re silently wishing the student all the best.

“It’s all right for your mind to wander in class, but don’t disrupt other students.” Lucien straightens up, then returns to the lectern.

You nod furiously. 

That’s right, that’s right, don’t disrupt other people when they’re trying to sleep.

“Also.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling, barely concealing a dangerous aura. It’s reminiscent of a fox hiding in the grass waiting to pounce on its prey.

“This student you’ve confessed your feelings to - you should be calling her... the wife of your teacher.” 

[ KIRO ]

Kiro likes it when you visit him at his workplace. Kiro likes it even more when you bring snacks when you visit him at his workplace.

But if things happened like it did today, he’d rather you not come. This way, his honey wouldn’t be desired by other people. 

That’s what Kiro thinks.

Kiro has always been serious when shooting movies, and the both of you have developed a certain tacit understanding. As long as you’ve reached the filming site, he can sense it, even if he doesn’t see you, It’s a radar he sometimes uses to ensure Savin doesn’t clear away his snacks.

Right now, Kiro feels a wave of inexplicable melancholy in his heart, and an uneasiness in his chest. All along seeking perfection, he immediately calls for the scene to stop, and asks the director if he could have time to organise his thoughts.

Taking into consideration how Kiro hasn’t had a break after two hours of shooting, the director agrees.

Kiro immediately rushes across the filming site. As expected, he sees a man stopping you at the entrance. 

The man is carrying a bouquet of gaudy red roses, displaying a pose he thinks makes him look dashing. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You’re slightly startled by the suddenness of it all. However, you react quickly. “Sorry...”

“No!” Kiro takes large strides over, shielding you behind him. His hostile expression kind of resembles a mother bear protecting its cub - resolute, and unwilling to back down an inch.

Faint golden rims surround his pupils.

“In this lifetime and the next, and the lifetime after that, Miss Chips is mine! Don’t even think about taking one more step closer to her!”

[ SHAW ]

That little brat Shaw said he was going to reach soon even though his lessons have not yet ended. So you’re currently waiting in Loveland University with absolutely nothing to do.

Slightly upset, you kick a pebble into the lake, letting the ripples it creates alleviate your frustration.

“Doing that will scare the fishes,” a gentle male voice floats into your ears, and you instinctively turn towards it.

“You might not recognise me, but I frequently see you in the archaeology class,” he explains.

You nod as a form of greeting, then lower your head to send Shaw a message to get here quickly.

“Oh right, could I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You look at him in confusion, thinking there shouldn’t be anything worth asking between strangers.

“It might sound abrupt, but are you willing to be my girlfriend?” The male student looks at you with a serious expression on his face.

...he asked even though he knew it was abrupt?

You hear a familiar bark of laughter.

“I’d advise you not to.”

Before you can explain that you already have a boyfriend, Shaw continues. 

“She's stupid and likes to eat, but doesn’t like exercising. She refuses to acknowledge it when she loses in games. She’s so troublesome to deal with. I’d advise you not to make life difficult for yourself.”

This development is a little odd...

“Let’s go.” Shaw grabs your hand.

You walk with him, then hop up to whack him on the head when his guard is down. “Do you not care about my pride!?”

Shaw holds you to prevent you from losing your balance. “I’m just stating the truth. You’ve caused me enough trouble, so I’m saving others from harm.”

He has a quirky temperament, a thousand bad habits, and is incredibly annoying. 

There’s only one good thing about him.

And it’s that he loves you.

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[horrorstreet]

Soulmates Surprise

Request: BRAHMS ,,, i need ,., stinky wall boy thirst or ill combust please im begging you

Request sent in by: Anon

Summary: In a world where soulmates injuries appear on the others skin, you feel the pain of Brahms burn at a young age and live your life the best you can. When you get a nanny job at the Heelshire mansion, things take an unexpected turn and Brahms gets the biggest surprise of his life.

Brahms x reader

Warnings: Angst, burns, scars, blood, bullying.

Quick Note!: I had this sitting here for the longest time and didn’t feel great about it but I tried to make it better. So so so so so sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy!

Almost everyone is born with a soulmate. Some are born without that special connection to someone their souls are tied to. While most would say that it was a curse to not find the person who would bring you happiness, some would call it a blessing. It happened not too long ago that people began to receive soulmates and no one knew where this strange change was coming from. Scientists still scramble for a reason for what caused the strange connection that tethers two people together and it has yet to be discovered, remaining a mystery to all. In this world, when one is connected with a soulmate, any injury that their partner receives will appear on their soulmate's body and the pain carries along with it and there is no finding to prove a way to prevent this. On the bright side, when one finds their soulmate, all of those injuries and the pain that comes along with it disappear. Almost as if time erases the marks it has made on that person leaving them spotless.

You were born in perfect health, a happy baby, and your parents thought you were just precious. All was well and your parents were convinced you would live a happy and safe life up until your 8th birthday. You had been enjoying our 8th birthday, happy to be growing up and getting presents and eating cake when it took a turn for the worst. Little did you know that it would be the last day of your “normal” life. It wasn't long after you turned 8 that something felt strange to you. You were playing in your room with all of your new gifts and toys when you suddenly felt suffocated. The air you inhaled felt  thick and you began to cough. You had dropped everything you were holding to the floor, bringing your hands up to your neck and started coughing harder and harder trying to breath in the perfectly clean air around you. You parents ran into your room hearing your struggle and tried patting you on the back, not aware of what was going on. Your coughing started to mix with horrifying screams as you felt a serious burning cover your neck. It was the worst pain you had experienced so far in your life and the day your parents feared had finally come. Your hands desperately clawed at your own face, peeling off the skin which was seemingly melting away around your right eye while your parents tried to stop you from doing any further damage but it was too far gone to save any skin now. 

After the first wave of pain hit you, your parents rushed you to the hospital as fast as they could, not caring for anything else going on around them. It was common for a hospital to be full, soulmate injuries happening all the time. It was actually the most common place to meet your other half but this was not your case at all and wouldn't be for a very long time. Doctors and nurses rushed you into the emergency room, alerting the workers of what had happened to you and successfully catching the attention of everyone around you including waiting patients. When others around you had seen your melted face, many vomited right then and there while others shied away from the sight, close to adding to the mess of puke already on the floor. The nurses' faces went pale as they looked over your injury and you began screaming again, feeling a horrible pressure press up against your burn. Your soulmate must be trying to fix their own burn on their own because the pressure felt a lot like a small hand pressed up against the side of your face, making the burning sensation even worse. The nurses' eyes dripped with tears from the sight of the terribly injured child before them but quickly collected themselves like they were taught to and knew that they had to get themselves under control for your sake and to make you feel better and heal as fast as you could. You cried out for your parents as you were taken away by a doctor and her nurses around her. “Everything is going to be ok.” They promised you. “It will all be better soon.” But the scar the incident left behind would only bring you more pain than you ever would have expected. 

Upon waking up, you were unable to see out of your right eye and began to panic. “Mommy! Daddy! … Mommy!!” You screamed out, thrashing around in your hospital bed. Nurses quickly rushed into the room and held you down to prevent you from messing with your face for a second time, worrying that they were too late. Another ran in and stopped when she saw the heartbreaking scene and slowly walked over to you. “My dear, you are going to have to calm down. You are hurting yourself.” She instructed, taking your small hand in hers. “Mommy?” You hiccuped, your face wet with tears. “No, darling. They will be back soon.” She told you, giving you a sad smile. You took a small shaky breath, tears still falling down your face and nodded to her, curling your small hand into a fist in her hold, slowly pulling away. “Why can’t I see?” You whimpered, reaching a hand up to touch whatever was keeping you from seeing. “No,no! Don’t touch it! You have a wrap over your face to help you get better ok? You won’t be able to see for awhile.” She explained. “Oh…” Was all you could think to say and laid back down with your face pointed at the ceiling. A few of the nurses left your hospital room while others stayed to check your vitals which did startle you. Who were these people and where were your parents? All you wanted was your parents. 

It wasn’t until the next day did your wish come true. Your parents rushed into your room to see you and your mother crumbled into your father's side in tears. You recognize your father standing in the door and reached out for him. “Hello, princess …” He smiled at you, taking your hand. “Daddy!” You giggled, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through the injured half of your face. “Yes, hello! How are you feeling?” He asked you, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your mother cleaned the tears off of her face and smiled at you, taking your other hand. “I can’t see.” You told them, looking over at your mother. “What?” You mom asked, her face dropping. “My eye is covered. They said it was going to make me feel better!” You happily explained to her with the part of your smile that wasn't covered. “Oh… dear, you frightened me …” She sighed, a hand resting on her chest. “I'm sorry, mommy.” You apologized, squeezing her hand. “Oh! Dear, no! You are perfectly fine!” She chuckled, running her thumb over your hand. Your smile returned to your face after hearing your mother's words and you told them about all of the nice nurses that had been helping you while they were gone. They were pleased to hear about how well things went and made sure to thank all nurses and doctors that helped their daughter recover. You went home with the bandage still on your face which meant you would need your parents help getting around and taking care of the injury but you weren't complaining. 

Your parents loving looks towards you never changed unlike those around you. As you healed, you were able to remove your bandage from off of your eye and you were absolutely happy to be able to see everything from your right eye again. Your skin felt like it was tugging at the side of your face and everything felt so rough to you. The first time you looked into the mirror after the incident, you almost didn’t recognize the reflection staring back at you. Your hair was untouched and so was your eye but the skin on the right half of your face was red and scarred and you feared yourself for the longest time. Your parents explained to you that nothing had changed about you as a person, your face just healed the best it could and tried its best to return to its original look. They made you feel proud of your appearance and body but others did the opposite. 

“Ew! What happened to your face!” They would point and laugh and grimace and when you tried to tell them what your parents had told you, they completely broke you apart. Unfortunately for them, you weren’t one to take insults like that. You shot back 10 times harder and let your young voice be heard. It happened all the time but you had already accepted yourself and what had happened so any negative comments people would throw your way would do absolutely nothing to you and only made you feel more and more confident in yourself. “They don’t know what it’s like and that’s ok. I am beautiful.” You encourage yourself with your head held high. 

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“Good luck and we love you.” Your mother sniffled. “Please, don’t cry, mother! I will be back soon. I will visit as much as I can.” You told her, taking her hands. “I know, I know. But you’re just so far away.” She wiped her tears away, reminding you of that day in the hospital. “You stay out of trouble, now.” Your father smiled, bringing you into a hug. “I can’t promise anything.” You chuckled. Your father shook his head and let you go and you took a deep breath. “Bye mom … dad.” You waved, trying your hardest not to cry. “Goodbye, dear. We love you.” Your mom waved back, standing at her husband's side. “I love you guys more. Goodbye.” Your mom shook her head and continued to wave as the car you got in drove off down the road, the figure of your parents getting smaller and smaller. 

When you were too far to see them anymore, you moved out of the window and sat down. “Quite the goodbye.” The driver said, looking at you through the mirror. “The hardest.” You replied, looking down at your bag. It was silent for a while till the driver spoke up but not without hesitation. “I know this may be rude …. But I was wondering what is on your face?” He asked, glancing at you through the mirror every other second, most likely examining your mask. You were silent, thinking of how to answer his question this time around when he spoke up. “I'm sorry… I shouldn’t have asked …” He apologized, scratching his stubble covered chin. “No, no. It’s ok. Uhm, when I was younger, I got a pretty nasty burn. It bothered people a lot so I figured I would wear a mask. Makes it easier for me and them.” You told him, reaching under your mask to itch your scars which he noticed. “Is it uncomfortable?” He asked again, not bothering to look back at you again. “Yeah,” You sighed. “It gets on my nerves a lot.” You said to him, pulling your mask back into place. “You don’t have to wear it here. I'm not one to judge.” He smiled. “Are you sure?” You asked, reaching up to take the mask off. He nodded his head and looked back at the road to focus on driving and you thanked him. You smiled and removed the mask from your face, undoing the straps and putting it in your bag. 

_______

“Here we are. You sure you don’t want me to drive you all the way up there?” He asked, turning around to look at you, not flinching away at your scar covered face at all. “I'm alright. Thank you so much. You really do have a kind soul, sir.” You said while pulling your bags out of the car. “Well, thank you too. And hey, as much as people might get in your hair because of the way you look, you keep moving forward. You're a strong kid. I can tell.” You nodded at him and waved goodbye as he drove off back to the main road. You walked through the large open gates and up the gravel path to the large house that awaited you. 

“Uhm …” 

Knock 

Knock

You hit the door with your knuckles and waited for someone to open the door. You jumped out of your skin when you heard the door open, its old hinges screeching against each other. “Hello?” You called out, walking through the door. “My name is (y/n). I'm the nanny?” You raised a brow and set your things down on the couch by the door and looked around. You wandered around the house, peeking into every room to get a feel for the place when you stumbled across a neat, typed out sheet of rules that sat right next to a porcelain doll.  “Brahms?” You picked the doll up and held it out in front of you, really questioning if this is what you came all this way for. “Oh my god. What did I just get myself into.” You mumbled to yourself. “Ms (L/n) I presume?” A voice greeted from behind you. You gasped and carefully laid the doll down on its side to turn around. An older lady stood at the bedroom door with a smile on her face, waiting for your reply. “Mrs. Heelshire. I am so, so sorry. The door just opened … on its own? So I walked in but no one was there.” You explained to her in a flustered manner. “No worries, it must have been Brahms that opened the door. I'm surprised he did that.” She gestured to the doll. You gave out a few laughs before looking at her face and realizing she was serious. You cleared your throat and looked down at your feet and back up to her. “I am glad you have already had the chance to meet and hold Brahms. He really does seem to like you.” Mrs. Heelshire shrugged. “Oh, yes. He is a very lovely boy.” You nodded which made her smile. “I'm glad to hear that. Me and my husband are leaving tonight so I figured I would explain everything to you before we left.” Mrs. Heelshire said while walking over to the doll and picking it up off of its side to sit it back up. 

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“Goodbye.” You closed the door behind the two and let out a long breath. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What the hell.” You panicked, looking around the large house. You were about to enter the kitchen when you heard a door slam shut, making you yelp. “Hello! Who’s there!” You shouted out, grabbing a large knife to protect yourself with. Another door slammed shut behind you making you scream and run up to your room with the knife held tightly in your right hand. “Brahms! If this is you!” You shakily called out to the boy. “Play with me.” A young boy's voice called out to you. The adrenaline racing throughout your body made your heart pump and brought tears to your eyes. “Ok. I'm coming.” You took a deep breath and put the knife down, making the decision to play it safe in case there were to be an actual child running around the long halls of the large mansion. You walked into Brahms’s bedroom and slowly walked over to the doll sitting on the bed. You looked around to see if there was an actual child hiding somewhere nearby but when you found nothing, you quickly looked back over to the doll. “You wanna play?” You asked the doll, picking it up and resting it on your hip. “Well, that isn’t on the list, so.” You scolded him, picking the paper up off the covers and reading over it. 

You started with his lessons, sitting him by you while you struggled to play the piano. After about an hour of that, you picked Brahms up and carried him to a large chair that you pulled in front of your own seat. You picked up a poem book and began to read to him loud and clear for as long as needed and played his music. You walked around the house with Brahms to clean the place up, dusting, wiping things down, sweeping and mopping everything you could while swaying to the sound of the song playing in the background. When the music stopped, you left Brahms to put everything away. When you came back, Brahms was no longer sitting where he once was and you felt your heart pounding in your chest. “Brahms?” You yelled, quickly walking all throughout the house trying to find where he went off too. “I'm sorry. I forgot about the rule to never leave you alone.” You apologized to him once you found him looking out the glass doors that lead to a balcony on the top floor. You picked him up and looked outside at the green trees surrounding the place. It was warm enough that you wouldn’t want to layer up during the daytime so you figured it would be nice to take him to the balcony. 

Lifting the latch to the door, you pulled them open to let in the fresh outside air. “Nice, isn’t it.” You smiled walking forward to lean on the railing with Brahms still in your arms but you weren't expecting the railing underneath you to be so weak and crumble apart when you put your weight on it and you fell forward. The broken stone stabbed into your stomach as you fell down to the ground, trying to curl your body to keep Brahms safe but you were too late in catching yourself and began to fall off of the balcony. You let out a very loud scream as you fell off the platform, throwing Brahms behind you so he didn’t fall down with you. You had thought that you had met your end until you felt a large hand grip the back of your shirt and prevent you from falling all the way to the ground from the top floor. The person behind you grabbed your leg and pulled you back onto the balcony, hugging you close. You were about to scream out for the stranger to let you go but felt a warm feeling flow throughout your body. Your burns marks began to disappear and the scratches and stab wound closed up and the dark blood that stained your clothing was the only proof left that it had actually happened. 

Brahms felt the change as well and let you go so he could back away to reach his hand under his mask to feel his face. It felt smooth under his touch for once and he was startled. What have you done? Where were his scars? He snapped his head up to look at you and you quickly stood up to run off. You didn’t catch him speed off until he was already through the doors, the doll in his hand. “Wait! Hold on!” You called after him, quickly getting up and pulling your mask off of your face to let it fall to the ground. You had abandoned it with the broken stones that made up the railing of the balcony and left the doors open as well. You sprinted after him, catching his sleeve in the process and pulled as hard as you could. Brahms stumbled back and wrapped his hand around your neck, lifting you up before slamming you into the ground. Your head collided with the hardwood floor of the house leaving you dizzy and causing Brahms to feel the same. He loosened his grip on your throat and waited for the throbbing in the back of his head to stop before looking back at you. When he felt his airway closing up as he held his large hand down on your throat, it finally hit him. “Soulmate.” A deeper voice whispered. His hand lifted off of your neck allowing you to take a deep breath of air and pulled you back into his lap. 

The doll was discarded by a decorative chair by the both of you and his new free hand came over to wrap itself around your body. He held you as close as he could, his mask getting in the way of him pressing his face into your hair. He removed his mask without a second thought and nuzzled his face into your neck. He had never felt this type of calm before. It was new to him and it made his heart beat fast and his skin tingle. You tried moving away from the man holding you but his grip on you only got tighter. He found his other half and there was no way he was letting you go now. “You’re my soulmate.” You whispered, trying to comprehend everything that was happening. You closed your eyes and leaned back into Brahms chest and felt a feeling that you had never felt before. 

Love

You felt at home in his arms. You didn’t care if it was in the snow, in the heat, or in the dirt. Wherever he was, was where your home would be. He felt the need to be closer to you than possible and just held you there, enjoying the time he was sharing with you. “(Y/n)...” The low voice spoke just above a whisper. Hearing him speak made you want to cry a river of tears of joy. His voice was like a sweet melody in your ears, so soft and soothing and you could listen to it all day long. You could listen to it for the rest of your life.

[copias-thrall]

What would it be like post show for a Sister of Sin whose job it was help the Ghouls work off that energy?

🔥 🥵 

First of all, this is a highly-coveted and voluntary position. There’s usually about 5 Siblings who rotate nights for obvious reasons. The waiting list isn’t miles long, but it’s always full, and Siblings have to be cleared by the medical staff—tests include a lot of cardio—as well as having to sign an accident waiver. You’re also given a long list of what’s expected of you if you accept the position.

*gangbang; face fucking; f/m m/m w/w; knotting*

You just got this job—though you have had liaisons with a few of the band Ghouls before (nothing serious)—and as such, it’s a bit of a tradition that the first gig back on the road be your inauguration. The other Siblings in the staff bus give you wicked grins and help you through stretching exercises.

“You’re in for a treat,” says one of the Brothers as he slings an arm over your shoulders. “I wish I could go back and do it again for the first time.”

You’re in a cheap, terry cloth robe—the bus has a box of them because the Ghouls tend not to be very careful. Before taking a shower in preparation, you’d mostly just hung out with the others playing Spit in the bus—but now that the band was starting its encore set, you’d been ushered into the green room. 

It’s an ugly room with concrete walls painted beige and harsh fluorescent lighting, but there’s a couch that’s comfortable enough, carpeting, and a worn armchair. 

You sit. 

You stand. 

You stretch. 

You sit. 

At some point a roadie comes in with a crate full of blankets and polyester pillows. He gives you a wink as he sets them down before leaving. Out of nervous energy more than anything, you decide to arrange the blankets and pillows into a nest by the armchair. Though the sound is muffled and muted, you can tell when the last song is over, the din of the crowd a dull roar that eventually peters out.

You sit.

You stand.

The door to the green room suddenly slams open, a panting Dewdrop framed in the doorway. He smiles at you, and you can see his fangs elongate.

“Fresh,” he hisses as he stalks over to you. 

His hand slinks under your robe to grope at a breast, and he licks a stripe up your neck. That’s about as far as he gets before the rest of the band Ghouls, eyes glowing under their masks and skin dewy with seat, trundle in through the door.

“Told you,” says Swiss.

Aether sighs. “Dewie, you know you have to share.”

You feel his arm move around your middle to pull you into him, his erection now pressing into you and his tail coiling around your leg.

“Fuck, I know that. But I want her sweet cunt first. Before she starts to smell like our garbage potpourri.”

Dewdrop’s fangs scrape along your neck as his jaw seems to widen around your throat. There’s a slight jolt of fear that quickens your blood, and he growls low, rutting into you.

Aether steps forward, putting a hand to your cheek.

“Don’t worry, love—our Gremlin has never torn a throat”

“… of a friend,” cracks Swiss, and Aether smacks him.

“Quit it, Dew!” hisses Rain. “Not all of us like the smell of fear.”

“Speak for yourself, Rainy!” quips Swiss. “It’s kind of hot.”

Swiss elbows Aether in the gut, who shies away with a soft Oof.

“You mind if I take her mouth, big guy?”

Aether bows and shuffles away. Behind him you can see Rain with a petulant expression, arms crossed, and Mountain leaning up against the wall. Cumulus and Cirrus are pressed against each other, scenting and hands roving.

“We’re gonna watch,” giggles Cumulus, and she leads Cirrus to the armchair.

You don’t see what happens next because Swiss captures your mouth with his, and you notice he’s careful not to prick you with his fangs (by the sting on your neck you know Dew hasn’t been as discerning). Soon you’re sandwiched between two Ghouls and their hard ons. Swiss’s hands part your robe and land on your breasts. Dew’s tail slithers up your thigh, the spade suddenly pressing at your entrance. You gasp into Swiss’s mouth as Dewdrop slides the taper into you.

“Oh shit, Dew—is your tail …?” You hear Rain ask. And then he’s below the 3 of you, looking up between your legs as he palms himself through his pants. “You should fuck her faster with it—I want to hear her moan.”

Swiss breaks his kiss with you.

“Wait your turn, bossy!”

But Dew just purrs in approval as he begins to fuck you faster with his tail, and you do indeed moan. He unclamps his jaw so he can lick at your ear.

“Yeah—you like that? Like being fucked with the tip? If you’re good and drip down my tail, I’ll reward you with my cock.”

You can’t do anything but hun in ascent, as Swiss’s tongue is back in your mouth as his clawed fingers pinch your nipples. Another tail encircles your calf, and when you crack an eye, you see that it’s Rain’s, who is now curled around Dew’s leg and stroking it while he watches—mouth open—as Dewdrop’s tail thrusts in and out of you.

Swiss suddenly pulls back with a growl so he can shuck the robe off you. Between him and Dew, they manage to get the robe out of the way without dislodging his tail. You managed to catch a glimpse around the room in the interim: Cirrus and Cumulus are both kneeling on the armchair, faces pressed together but piercing eyes locked on you—their pants are undone, each other’s hands plunged into them; Aether stands about a foot away, arms crossed, but pants tented obscenely; Mountain still leans against the wall, but he’s lightly running his hand over the huge bulge in his crotch.

Rain shoots up, his smaller fangs poking out between his plump lips as he assesses you greedily, and your attention focuses back on the three Ghouls surrounding you. It feels like your heart is beating between your legs, and you’re panting with anticipation.

“You should bend her over the couch.”

“No shit, Rain,” snaps Dewdrop.

Rain snaps back and they hiss at each other, Dew’s tail receding from your hole. As if by unspoken cue, Swiss and Aether crowd into you, picking you up. You let out a tiny yelp—you’d’ve moved on your own!—and the two other Ghouls stop arguing as four more hands grab into your exposed flesh. More Ghouls than necessary bend you over the arm of the couch and arrange you, chittering at each other. Aether shoves a couple of pillows and a blanket from the nest under you, his one hand trailing his claws lightly down your back before stepping away.

You turn your head to look at him, but Swiss grabs you by the jaw. He’s nude now, and his cock juts out nicely from his pelvis. He kneels on the couch in front of you and tilts your face up to his even as you feel (presumably) Dew’s claws on your hips.

“You ready for us, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes …” you pant.

His hand slides into your hair, gripping it by the roots.

“Good girl. Now, take my cock.”

He shoves you down on his dick and holds you there. You feel Dew slide home, and you moan around Swiss. He curses and begins to fuck your face as Dewdrop starts pounding into you from behind. There’s some stopping and starting as the two Ghouls fucking you bicker about thrust and pace, but soon enough they’re rocking your between them in coordinated counterthrusts. Dew is hitting your G-spot—though you don’t think it’s intentional on his part—and you’d be moaning around Swiss’s cock, except you’re too busy trying to breath around every thrust that hits the back of your throat.

Swiss is panting and moaning, and Dewdrop is grunting in between hissing out Take it take it take it take it. The pad of a finger suddenly presses into your clit sending sparks through you, and—given that Dew’s hands are gripping your hips and Swiss is using his to direct your head—you’re pretty sure it belongs to Rain. You can’t do much more than clench around Dew’s cock, but it’s enough.

“Oh shit. Yeah, Rain. Make her cum on my cock.”

“Should we lend a hand?” You hear Cumulus ask.

“Wait your turn! You’re the ones who wanted to watch.”

The finger on your clit continues to tap and circle, and a second hand comes up to pinch at your nipples. All you can do is make little mewling noises whenever Swiss lets you up for air. Two lips suddenly press into your ear.

“Did you hear that, girlee? Dew wants you cum on his cock. Can you be a good toy and do that for him?”

Swiss pulls out of you, but keeps a good grip on your head even as you cough and suck in air.

“Answer him, sweetling.”

A forked tongue traces the shell of your ear, and you feel your pussy throb.

“Y-yes,” you gasp.

Swiss licks his lips.

“Fuck. Look at you.”

He wipes away the saliva dripping off your chin and presses at your puffy lips. Eyes hooded, he rubs his cockhead on your lips; he holds it there, letting the jolt from Dew’s hard thrusts do the work. Mouth now free, you’re moaning and gasping from the punch at your G-spot and the tap at your clit, the blood quickening in your veins.

“All right, Swiss,” says Aether. “You can play after everyone’s had the first go.”

“Yeah, ok.”

He shoves your head back down on his dick and starts to face fuck you again. Rain’s hand detaches from your tit to pet at the bulge in your cheek and throat. He gives your throat a little squeeze—his claws sharp—but not digging—in your flesh, and you cough in surprise, gagging a little.

Swiss cuffs Rain on the ear, and Rain hisses.

“Fuck, Rain. Do that on your own time. I don’t actually want her to gag on me.”

“Sorry.”

Rain’s hand returns to your breasts and his finger on your clit starts circling in earnest. You let yourself get lost in the sensations and the rising swell of pleasure. Dew is speeding up, but Swiss is beginning to slow down—pulling his cock almost all the way out before shoving it back in. 

“Do you think you can take it, sweetie?” coos Swiss as he strokes your cheek. “Can you take my whole cock?”

You look up at him as much as you can through watery eyes and make a sound of ascent.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and then he’s pushing back into your mouth. You realize he was being gentle before, as he’s now thrusting into you hard, trying to get his dick down your throat even as you’re making obscene noises.

Rain is still rubbing your throbbing clit, but his other hand travels up to your throat to rest lightly there.

“Yeah. Fuck her good,” says Rain lowly. “Look at how well she’s taking it. I bet you could get it all the way down.”

Behind you, Dewdrop begins to punch into you in slow, forceful pumps.

“She’s fucking loving it too—you should feel how wet she is.”

“Wet enough to take two?” asks Rain.

Several things happen at once: Dewdrop inserts a finger alongside his dick; you moan; and Swiss breathes out an Oh fuck and crams his cock in to the hilt. Swiss firmly holds your head in place as he shoots down your throat, snarling and growling through his climax. The sudden lack of oxygen, Rain’s flicking finger, and Dew’s stimulation of your G-stop have you cumming in swirling red bursts—and you slam yourself back into Dew over and over as you crest and break, pussy popping.

At some point Swiss retreated, so you’re now free to cry out in breathy Ahs to each pulse of your clit.

“Oh shit, oh shit,” pants Dew as you clench hard around him.

You don’t even have a chance to come down: Rain hasn’t eased off your clit at all, and the oversensitivity of it combined with Dewdrop’s pounding thrusts have you raw and cumming again—almost painfully so; you whine out Oh oh oh over and over again as you continue to spasm. The Ghoulettes might be moaning in their corner, but all peripheral noises are drowned out when Dew starts panting out,

 “I’m fucking … I’m gonna … I’m gonna pop a knot!”

There’s a sudden murmur of displeasure from the other Ghouls and several utterances of “No don’t” or “Don’t you dare!”

But Dewdrop suddenly snarls, “Take it, bitch,” before you feel him shove his knot into you. You don’t cry out so much as you forcefully exhale all the air in your lungs at the unrelenting and stimulating pressure now in you. Dew is rumbling and growling—claws scrabbling into your flesh—as he empties into you; he’s grinding his knot, and the press on your sweet spots has you screaming out a demi orgasm as the pressure finally breaks. Fingers—Rain’s—are suddenly hooked into your mouth as he licks at your ear, his tail rubbing against your hard nipples.

“That’s it, girlee. That’s it. So good of you. You took his whole knot. Can you give it a little squeeze? He’d like that. It’ll make him feel really good.”

Even though your arms are trembling at the strain of holding yourself up, you clamp your muscles around the thickness in you. Dew—who had seemed to just be panting and collecting himself—keens, and then jolts, grinding into you once more.

“Santanas, don’t encourage him, Rain,” drawls Swiss from where he’s sprawled at the other end of the couch, still naked.

“Come here, Rain” says Aether.

Rain butts his head against yours. “But I want her mouth.”

“Well, now we all have to wait for Dew’s knot to go down.”

Rains whines as Dew says, “Sorry not sorry.”

You’re catching your breath and trying not to collapse when Rain extracts himself from you. Dew is scraping his claws down your sides and letting out little teeth purrs. Aether comes over to rearrange you and the pillows so that you’re resting on him.

“There you go, love. Comfy?”

You let out an Mhm as Aether pets through your hair. Now settled, you notice that Mountain is still leaned up against the wall—hand still rubbing his crotch—but staring at you intently. Cirrus and Cumulus look at once totally spent and totally raring to go, tangled together on the armchair, hands wandering and tails swaying. Rain wiggles in between them and—other than a brief growl from Cumulus—the two silently drape around him.

You snuggle into Aether and you notice that his erection hasn’t really flagged, so you reach out a hand to palm it. He lets out a pleased rumble, and you begin to pet it in earnest.

“Oh yeah. That’s it. That’s nice, love. Yeah, just like that.”

He turns his head, tilting his mask up with a hand, and captures your mouth in a kiss. You hear Rain wine, but the Ghoulettes shush him.

The door suddenly bangs open, and everyone startles.

Copia bustles in—still in his stage costume minus a few buttons—failing to read the room at all.

“Do not be minding me,” he chatters. “Pretend I am not here.” He pulls a metal chair flush to the wall before settling himself in it, magazine in hand.

“Hey, Boss,” says Aether.

“Apologies for my lateness. You, ah, know how it is with the ladies.” He waggles his eyebrows ridiculously. He fixes his mismatched gaze on you, and you flush. “Everything okie dokie?”

You’re about to agree when Aether speaks.

“Actually, Boss, the Gremlin here knotted our sweet Sister.”

Copia’s demeanor sombers, his eyes flicking to Dewdrop.

“Is this true, my Ghoulie?”

“She felt good,” Dew grumbles.

Copia tsks at him. “You know the rules. We will correct this, no?”

Dewdrop mumbles something unintelligible.

“What was that, Ghoul?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” says Dew louder.

“Very good. Continua,” he says as he crosses his legs and begins to flip through his magazine.

“Why is The Cardinal here?” you whisper to Aether in what you hope is a quiet tone.

Aether strokes your cheek. “He’s here for your protection.”

“He likes to watch,” Swiss says in a stage whisper.

Copia loudly turns a glossy page but otherwise doesn’t respond. Aether finds your mouth again, his forked tongue slipping past your lips to tangle with yours, and you start palming his bulge again. Aether’s chest is rumbling, and Dew spits out, 

“That’s not fucking helping.”

Aether sighs, his head thunking back into the wall with a clank. Dew seems to be rolling his hips again, his claws digging into your flesh.

“We don’t have time for this shit,” says Cirrus, and she carefully maneuvers her way off the armchair so as to not dislodge Cumulus—who’s grooming Rain with her tongue—and Rain.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Cir!” hisses Dew.

There’s some commotion—a lot of hissing—and jostling behind you, and then Dew yelps and you feel him pop free of you. You hadn’t even realized how much the pressure of his knot was keeping you in a low simmering state of arousal until you’re suddenly empty, and you groan at the loss. Dew is still whining and carrying on in the background, but Aether thumbs at your lips.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll fill you up again soon.”

“Yes, please,” you purr, and then you suck his thumb into your mouth. You see Aether’s eyes flash briefly before he licks his lips and removes his digit. As he gets off the couch he asks, “Boss?”

Copia looks up from his magazine, white eye glinting as he says, “Whatever you think is necessary, mio ragazzo.”

“Want me to keep her warm for you,” asks Cirrus from behind you.

“You’re a peach, Cir,” you hear Aether respond.

Two fingers are inserted into you while another manipulates your clit; another hand smooths over your ass and travels under you to pet at your belly. You gasp out in pleasure as the need you were feeling is eased.

“There you go, hunny. I know—feels better, doesn’t it? Ah, how sweet you are. We’re going to have so much fun with you.”

Your eyes are closed, head thrown back, as your ride Cirrus’ fingers. Dimly, you’re aware of Aether asking Dew to stand with arms on his head against the wall before you hear the crack of a palm on flesh and Dewdrop hissing out numbers. You feel the sofa dip and when you open your eyes, it’s to Rain—his fangs are dripping, and he’s got his dick out, holding it at the base. 

You open your mouth, but instead of his dick, Rain inserts his fingers. He eases them as far back as they’ll go—which subsequently is to his knuckles. You close your lips around them and suck, making sure to twirl your tongue around them. A half purr, half growl vibrates from Rain’s chest as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth—his tongue poking out and glowing eyes fixated on where his fingers keep disappearing into your spit-slick lips.

A slight crinkling noise has your eyes flicking over to where The Cardinal sits; he’s red faced, his eyes darting between you and where you assume Dew is as he takes his spanking, and he’s crumpling the magazine in one hand while the other—

Rain retracts his fingers and grasps the hinge of your jaw so that it pops open. 

“You’re going to suck me now, girlee” he says as he guides his cock into you and coils his tail around your throat; his cock is smaller than Swiss’s, but still fills your mouth cavity, and you eagerly get to work bobbing your head and swirling your tongue—you want to make him feel as good as Cirrus’s clever fingers are making you feel. Rain rumbles and sinks his clawed fingers into your hair.

Once again, you lose yourself in the pleasure of being between two Ghouls so much so that you don’t realize Aether is done with his task at hand until the fingers in your cunt are replaced with a fat cock and hands grabbing your hips. Thank Satan for Dewdrop’s knot, otherwise you’re sure you’d be feeling the burning stretch.

As Aether eases himself in deep, your clit throbs and you let out a long, low moan that causes Rain to grunt and thrust hard into your mouth. Aether rocks into you with long, steady pumps, rumbling in pleasure each time he buries to the hilt. His big hands travel to your ass and spread your cheeks, no doubt so he can watch as he disappears into you. You let the sway of your body from his thrusts guide you as you slurp on Rain—who is also letting out pleased growls and chitters as your lips and tongue massage his cock, his tail tightening ever so slightly around your neck.

A slight jostling in front of you has you opening your eyes to look up. Swiss has come up behind Rain and is pressing into the smaller Ghoul’s back. Swiss wraps a muscled arm around Rain’s waist, and Rain lets his head fall back onto one of his broad shoulders while his tail uncurls from your throat to wind around Swiss’s thigh. Swiss maneuvers his cock between Rain’s spread legs so that it bumps your saliva-slick chin and Rain’s balls as the two of them thrust at you in tandem. 

Aether is beginning to speed up, his pelvis starting to slap against you in an audible way. You feel flushed and raw, your skin buzzing and your pussy pulsating in small spasms whenever Aether’s dick hits your sweet spot. When his finger comes down to play with your clit, it only takes a few swipes before you’re locking up and pressing forcefully back into Aether’s solid body as you clench tight aground him in waves. He pulls you into himself hard, and when you tip your head back to moan, Rain’s dick slips out.

He makes a disgruntled noise.

“Don’t hog her!”

“Shh, Rainy,” coos Swiss.

Aether doesn’t respond, just holds you to him and bounces you slightly on his dick as you work through aftershocks.

“Just like that. There you go. Ride it out on my cock, love. Like my fat cock, do you? Such a good girl.”

When you’re done, you fall forward again and are met with the sight of Swiss slowly jacking Rain’s cock. Swiss guides Rain back into your mouth, and Rain lets out a low throat growl. Both his hands come down to grip your hair, and he holds your head in place as he starts thrusting frenetically into your mouth.

“Don’t move your mouth again,” he hisses as he gags you on his cock.

He’s panting and snarling, practically curled over you, and his tails encircles your neck again, squeezing hard enough that you’re wheezing, but not tight enough to restrict your airway—his cock is doing that well enough.

“Santanas, Rain,” growls Aether, and you feel him speed up.

There’s a roaring in your ears, but you’re sure you hear Dewdrop whine from somewhere in the room and a harsh Shush from Copia. Rain suddenly slows before he lets out a breathy moan, shoving his cock deep into you. You feel his cock kick before the salt of his cum bursts over your tongue. After that, he lets go of your head and neck, rocking into your mouth slowly. When you glance up through your tearing eyes, you see him liplocked with Swiss—who’s rutting his erection against Rain’s ass. Then Aether is pulling you up against his chest and fucking into you properly—one hand reaching around to play with a tit and gentle fangs scraping along your neck and shoulder.

“Can you cum one more time? I want to feel you squeeze my cock again.”

His fingers are back pressing at your overstimulated nub again, and you whine while trying to squirm away from his touch, but he holds you in place.

“Shh, shh—I know you can. You can be a good girl. You’re here to please, aren’t you? Don’t you want to please me?”

“Oh god,” you gulp.

The pad of his finger presses and circles and swipes at your clit, and you thrash in pleasure against him. All the while he’s still pounding into, and you can feel him begin to harden even further. He begins to swipe frantically at you, his mouth sucking a bruise into the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” you cry out as your feel yet another orgasm swelling. Aether presses his finger hard into your clit, and when you cry out at your climax you sound more like a wounded animal than a woman experiencing exquisite pleasure. He roars, but his thrusts never slow, so when he lays you back down over the armrest, you’re surprised when his softening cock slips free.

“Sweet Lucifer, dude,” says Swiss.

You look up from where you’re a panting, sweaty, boneless mess to see him still entwined with Rain—who is now slowly jacking Swiss. You feel like you could melt into the couch, not even moving even when Aether runs his hand down your slick back.

“I was getting her ready,” you hear Aether say.

He must make a gesture because Swiss’s eyes widen.

“No shit?”

“Dew did knot her. It’s worth a shot.”

“You’re fucking welcome,” yells Dew, and everyone tells him to shut up.

A movement out of the corner of your eye has you turning your head to see the room. The first thing that you notice is that The Cardinal’s zipper is undone, and his soft cock is hanging out and drooling cum. He looks only slightly sheepish when he catches your gaze. The next thing you notice is Mountain coming closer to you with a hopeful gaze. He briefly catches your eyes before they flick to Aether’s behind you.

“Yeah, buddy. It’s worth a shot,” Aether says.

Swiss and Rain settle themselves at the other end of the couch so that Rain can still stroke Swiss while watching you. Aether comes back into your line of sight, and he uses a finger to lift your chin up.

“Think you can try to take Mountain, love?”

“Sure,” you slur as you give a salute. You hear a happy chittering behind you. 

As the haze slowly begins to clear, you start to remember that you were told that Mountain rarely fucks the relief Siblings. Because he’s fucking huge. Now that you’ve snapped to attention, you realize how tense with anticipation the room is—but before you get a chance to have an attack of nerves, you feel a fist-sized pressure at your opening, and you gasp.

“Easy, easy,” Aether says as he pets down your back.

There’s even more pressure and then an audible pop as the tip of Mountain’s cock breaches your entrance; a breath punches out of you, and Swiss lets out a soft Oh fuck.

“You’re doing so well, love,” coos Aether.

“I wanna see,” says Rain, his eyes shining, and he clambers off the couch and out of sight behind you. Swiss rolls his eyes before attending to himself and giving you a jaunty smirk.

Another inch slides into you and—it’s not painful … but it’s extremely intense, and you’re so very full. You scrabble at the cushions in front of you as even another inch eases in.

“So good, so good,” Aether whispers in your ear as he pets your head.

“Holy fucking shit that’s hot,” says Dew. 

No one tells him to shut up.

Another inch. 

And then another. 

You’re giving heaving pants at the effort of adjusting to the sheer girth of what’s in you. Your clit is pounding again, and you can’t seem to stop clenching and unclenching around Mountain’s cock. You can feel the droplets of sweat roll down your body and drip off. Another inch slides in, pressing unforgivingly at your G-spot, and suddenly you’re cumming again. You actually feel your nails tear the fabric of the couch as you claw at it.

Mountain mewls and slides even further into you than he probably intended to so fast, but all you can do is twitch in place. The tip of a hard cock enters your mouth, and—a few small, frantic rocks later—cum is once again splashing on your tongue, and then on your lips.

“Swiss,” groans Aether.

“Sorry. I couldn’t wait.”

You look up at Swiss through blurry eyes, and he smiles at you, wiping away the cum from your chin. Two gentle handles land on your hips and pull you slowly, but insistently, back onto his cock. Mountain continues until you feel a bump at your cervix, and you cry out.

“Too far!” you gasp.

“Ok, shh. Sorry, love,” murmurs Aether. Then to Mountain he says, “Hey, buddy: that’s far enough.”

You hear Mountain grunt and chitter.

“He’s still not even close to all the way in,” says Rain in wonder.

A soft fuck comes from where Copia sits.

“Can you work with this, Monty?” asks Aether.

“Yeah” says Mountain in a deep, rumbling timbre. And then he starts to move in you, and you cry out at the sensation. When he immediately stops you gasp,

“I’m fine—keep going!”

You have to breathe in deep inhales and exhales as Mountain not so much thrusts as rubs into you. His pace is slow, but you can tell by the tight grip he has on your hips that he’s holding back. You squeeze your muscles around him, and he stutters to a stop, growling.

“Monty …?”

“Again,” he rumbles, and you know he’s talking to you.

You clamp down again as he rocks into you at his slow pace. You close your eyes in concentration as you and Mountain perform the intricate dance of his subtle movements and the clench of your muscles. A hand grasps one of your tits to thumb at a nipple, while another traces a finger along your folds. Your head is yanked up as a mouth finds yours. You’re letting out little breathy grunts as Mountain fucks into you. You’re aware of the other Ghouls surrounding you. 

In the background, Dewdrop whines, and you can hear the moans of the Ghoulettes.

“Come here, Gremlin,” you’re dimly aware of Copia saying.

Mountain is starting to whine in the distress of one who wants to cum badly, but can’t quite get there. You feel a hand join his exposed cock in its thrusts, and he begins to rock a little faster as you gasp into Swiss’s mouth. Between the three Ghouls manipulating you and the monster filling you, it’s not too long before they bring you to orgasm AGAIN—something you detach yourself from actively participating in and just let happen, not bothering to even hold yourself up.

There’s a loud snarl, and Mountain gives a hard thrust into you—he hits your cervix again, but you’re still blissed out on riding the aftershocks of your orgasm to do much more than grunt a little at the twinge. The hand—Rain’s presumably—is working at jacking the exposed bit of his cock fast, and the kick and throb of Mountain’s cock is a palpable thing as he empties into you.

You slump as Mountain gives little twitches and he purrs contentedly.

“Good show, love,” Aether whispers into your ear before giving it a soft kiss.

You just lay there, not bothering to move, and your eyes lazily scan the room: against the wall you see a naked Dewdrop sitting in Copia’s lap—no: on his cock—looking pleased as punch, his dick spent and tail swishing. Cirrus and Cumulus are once again tangled in each other, looking spent while also sending you predatory looks.

Mountain waits until he’s half soft before pulling out of you, and you're instantly bereft at how empty you now feel. The swell of the sudden emotion overwhelms you, and you start to cry. There are suddenly four Ghouls cuddling you up in their arms, cooing and chittering at you. You feel the couch dip and open your eyes to see Cirrus and Cumulus worming their ways into the pile.

“We’ve got this boys,” says Cumulus.

Cirrus takes your hands. “C’mon, hunny—let’s get you cleaned up.”

Before the Ghouls can say anything, the Ghoulettes have you ushered into the small bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“I’m not hurt,” you say as you scrub at your eyes.

Cumulus gives you a fang-filled grin.

“Oh, we know.”

Cirrus crowds into you, her claws lightly trailing down your exposed skin.

“We just wanted our turn.”

The two of them manhandle you into the tiny shower, letting you stand under the hot spray while they divest themselves of their uniforms. Once in the cramped space with you, Cirrus uses the pretense of washing you to feel you up. Her hands linger on soaping up your breasts before traveling down to caress your ass. With a gentle touch, she runs her fingers through your slit while giving your clit gentle circles. Cumulus, meanwhile, makes no pretense at all, kissing your shoulders and back while pinching at your nipples.

Cirrus finally grabs your jaw. “Touch us,” she commands.

You bend your head down so that you can lave at her nipples, your hand slipping between her folds to finger at her clit. Then you turn to suck Cumulus’s breast into your mouth and use your other hand to rub at her nub. You alternate between each breast and each Ghoulette, all while fingering them both. They’re letting out little rumbling purrs and growls, their hands swiping and grasping at you in turn.

When you look up at Cirrus from where you’re attached to her nipple, she says to you sweetly,

“Well, don’t just look at me, hunny. Eat me.”

You give her nipple one last suck, and then you’re getting carefully on your knees, tilting your head up so you can worm your tongue in between her lips. You’re tonguing at her hole and lapping at her clit when she grabs you by your wet hair to grind you into her. A tail wiggles down your back, but—occupied as you are—you can’t tell whose it is.

From the moans and mouth sounds you hear above you, you’re sure Cirrus and Cumulus are kissing, so you fumble blindly with your other hand against the shorter Ghoulette until she guides your hand to her cunt. Once you start circling her nub with the pad of your finger, she lets out pleased little trills.

Cirrus strokes your head before pulling you from her cunt.

“Such a good little girl. Can you make my songbird sing?”

She guides your head between Cumulus’s thighs, and you eagerly lap into her until you get to her sweetness. She does her purring trill again, and you place the pad of your finger to her entrance. When she doesn’t protest, you slip your finger in, curling it so that you’re tapping at her sweet spot. As your tongue circles and laps faster at her clit, her trills turn to outright moans before they’re muffled by Cirrus’s mouth.

You know you’re money when you feel the telltale tremors in her pussy; you speed up the flick of your tongue until she’s crying out in low moans and her walls clench hard around your finger. You hadn’t even noticed how tense she’d become until she suddenly relaxes and starts to slide down against the shower wall.

As you come up for air, the water beating down on your face, Cirrus once again jerks you by the hair to her.

“You can use two in me, sweetie,” and then she grinds your mouth back into her curls.

You angle your head so that you have the best lapping angle, and you slip your two fingers through her slit before sliding them into her hole.

“Thrust them a little,” she demands, and you follow her order, slowly thrusting your two fingers in and out of her, eased by her slickness.

The only outward sign Cirrus shows that she’s enjoying this is the clench and unclench of her claws in your hair and the occasional growl when you stimulate her particularly well. A tail circles around your waist and—from the angle—you know this time it’s Cumulus’s. You feel her at your back as her hand creeps around to grab at your tits, her mouth finding your shoulder.

“Cir likes swirls,” she whispers into your ear before licking into it with her forked tongue.

Still thrusting with your two fingers, you begin to swirl at Cirrus’s clit with your pointed tongue.

“Oh yes!,” Cirrus breaths out. “Keep doing that—don’t stop!”

You swirl and swirl and swirl, your two fingers easing in and out of her, until she’s trembling. And still you keep at it, her hand clenching harder into your hair and her claws digging into your scalp. By the time you feel her soften under your tongue and she begins to pulsate, she’s gone from soft moans into rumbling growls. Then she’s letting out breathy Ahs as her sweetness explodes over your tongue and her muscles try to milk your fingers.

After softly lapping her through the aftershocks, you pull away from Cirrus, and Cumulus wraps herself around you and sighs.

“You’re fun. I like you,” she says.

Cirrus just looks down at you, eyes glowing. She reaches down and lifts your chin up. 

“Next time I’m going to sit on your face,” she says.

After that, the two of them clean you up for real. When you wince and flinch as they clean your pussy, Cirrus announces that you’re done for the night.

She leads you out of the bathroom wrapped in a scratchy towel. The Cardinal is back to reading his magazine while petting at Dewdrop, who’s at his feet, head resting on his thigh. Swiss and Rain are cuddled up together on one end of the couch, tails swaying lazily. Aether is crouched by Mountain—who is leaning against the wall on the floor—whispering softly to him. They all stop to look up at the three of you.

“That’s it boys; this one is out of commission,” Cirrus announces.

Dewdrop snorts and Rain whines plaintively. Aether’s face just falls.

Cumulus stands in front of you, hands on hips, as Cirrus growls dangerously at them.

“Well, you rode her pretty hard didn’t you? What did you expect?”

“The Ghoulettes are correct,” chimes in Copia. “We must respect our Sister’s limits.”

Rain pouts and buries his head in Swiss’s chest. Swiss give you a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. Dewdrop runs his tongue over his fangs—which you can only interpret as a warning for your next shift. When you walk by Mountain, you reach your hand out. He looks at it for a moment before tentatively grabbing your hand. When you squeeze it and smile at him, he returns both. After he lets go, you bring your hand up to cup Aether’s cheek.

“You’re on my dance card first for next time, big guy.”

You can’t say for sure because of the mask, but the way he ducks his head, you’re sure Aether blushes at you.

The Ghoulettes help you back into your robe and slippers, then escort you to the docking bay doors. Cumulus hugs you tight, nipping at your shoulder slightly; Cirrus gives you a smoldering look full of promise.

You limp back to your tour bus in a daze. The other Siblings look at you in concern when you board.

“Lucifer—you look like you were hit by a truck.”

“Shit, did they hurt you?!”

You shake your head—slowly because your neck is very sore.

“Seriously, what happened?”

You sit down gingerly.

“Mountain,” you say.

“Mountain?”

“He’s fucking huge, did you know that?” you say jokingly—everyone knows Mountain has a horse cock. You put your head down in your arms. There’s a silence before they start squealing.

“Unholy shit, did you let Mountain fuck you??”

You turn your head to face their gaping mouths.

“Something like that. We got any frozen peas around here or something?”

There’s some scrambling and you’re handed a bag of frozen carrots, which you promptly put in between your legs.

“Tell us everything.”

[myforeverforlife]

three’s a handful!

For @itsbaekhyunsbutt​ Parent Baekhyun and 68. "He's four years old!!" + 74. "You're a dork, just like your father." + 76. "Daddy!" + 77. "I lost our child." (I hope you enjoy it! This was so much fun to write, I almost felt bad for Baekhyun 😂)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Fem reader

Word Count: 2,389 

Masterlist

For the past couple of weeks, all you heard about was the school festival. It was a family tradition to go every year, as stressful as it got sometimes with three kids. But seeing how your children were always ecstatic at the thought of going, you and Baekhyun couldn't find it in your hearts to say no. 

Tonight, music filled the school grounds, people drawn to different food stalls, game booths, and ever the usual favorite — the inflatable obstacle courses.

You smiled to yourself as you watched Baekhyun walking further up ahead with the twins, Kiyeon on one side and Kisoo on the other. Eun, the baby of the family, walked beside you with a skip to his step. While the twins were nearing the end of third grade, Eunnie was finishing up preschool. All of your children were growing up too fast for your liking, and you longed to keep them like this forever. 

Kisoo looked over his shoulder before pulling at Baekhyun's hand. "Dad, wait! Mom and Eunnie are behind us." 

"Oh, but the lines for the games are getting long," Kiyeon lamented, staring at the crowds of people waiting beside the booths. 

"We still have time, Kiyeonnie." Baekhyun ruffled his daughter's hair, laughing at the small tufts sticking up as a result.

Much to your daughter's relief, you and Eun finally caught up with the rest of them. You could practically feel the anticipation radiating off of each kid, eager eyes and fidgety feet barely keeping them in place. 

"What do you guys want to do first?" Baekhyun asked. 

Eun perked up. "Face-painting!"

"Can we eat first?" Kisoo looked wistfully over to where food was being sold, the promise of savory treats awaiting him. He folded his hands over his stomach, trying to keep the hunger pains away. 

"Mama, I wanna do face-painting!" Eun exclaimed, tugging at your shirt even as Kisoo continued to pout and clutch at his stomach. 

"Okay, how about this," Baekhyun spoke up. "Eunnie, Kiyeonnie and I can go do games and face-painting while Mommy and SooSoo eat." 

"Yes!" Kisoo jumped up and down, ready to run over to the food stalls until you laid a hand on his shoulder. 

"Okay, but stay together," you warned. All three children grew serious as they recognized that tone in your voice. "Don't go walking off by yourself, and stay with Daddy, okay?" You stared pointedly at your youngest, remembering all of the times he'd slipped away while at the store or library, scaring you and Baekhyun half to death. 

Kiyeon immediately grabbed hold of Baekhyun's hand while Eunnie nodded, eyes bright with excitement. "I'm gonna be Ironman!" he squealed, feet doing a little dance. 

Baekhyun flashed you a wide grin, winking before taking Eunnie's hand. "Say bye to Mommy and SooSoo!" 

Kiyeon and Eun barely got the words out before they were pulling Baekhyun away, your husband laughing as he tried to talk them into walking. 

You shook your head with a smile, knowing that by the end of the night, the entire family would be tired out. But for now, you might as well enjoy yourself. Kisoo didn't complain as you held his hand, although he had recently been complaining about being overly affectionate in public — especially around his friends. "What do you want to eat?" you asked him. 

"Pizza! Mom, I bet I can eat more than you." 

That earned a chuckle from you. "You're a dork, just like your father. And I'm pretty sure that's where you got your pizza obsession from, too." With your free hand, you lovingly smoothed down the stray hairs poking up at the back of his head. "Alright, Pizza maniac. Let's go get some food in you."

Eun frowned as he waited in line for the ring-toss booth, his father and sister standing patiently beside him. "Daddy, hurry. I wanna do face-painting." 

"I know, Eunnie. But this line is long because there's a lot of people, so we have to wait. After we do this game, we'll do face-painting, okay?" Baekhyun squeezed his son's hand, rubbing his thumb over the tiny fingers there.

Baekhyun was relieved when it was their turn, more for his kids' sake than his own. "Alright, Eunnie! Are you going to play against Kiyeonnie?"

Eun shook his head fiercely, nose in the air as he looked away.  

"Are you sure?" 

"It's fun, Eunnie!" Kiyeon added. "You can win toys!"

"I don't want to." Eun pouted, hands crossed over his chest. Kiyeon shrugged. "Daddy, play with me!" 

Baekhyun shot a worried glance at Eun, feeling guilty about disappointing his son. "We'll go right after this, okay Eunnie?" He picked up the stack of rings on the counter, Kiyeon eager and ready to play.

The person running the game gave them the cue to start, colored rings immediately flying through the air. Baekhyun cried out in disbelief as ring after ring failed to fall onto the bottles. Kiyeon was doing better, even giggling at her father's misfortune. By the end of it, Baekhyun had managed to throw a couple of rings on the bottles, losing easily to his daughter.

Baekhyun grinned as Kiyeon picked out a small plush toy. "Eunnie, are you sure you don't want to try?" he asked, turning around. But where Baekhyun had been expecting to see his son, was only an empty spot. 

"Oh my God," he gasped, eyes scanning over the crowd of people close by. "Eunnie!" 

"Daddy?" Kiyeon came closer, nervous at the growing fear in Baekhyun's voice. 

"He was right here, oh shi— shoot," he corrected quickly, heart dropping to his stomach. He immediately reached for his pocket, pulling out his phone and calling you. 

"Baek?"

"Baby, I lost our child," he said, panicking as he continued to look through the crowd. Still no sign of Eun. 

"What?!" you asked, voice high. "What happened?!"

"Kiyeon and I were playing a game, and we thought Eunnie was next to us, but he must've walked away," Baekhyun said in a rush. 

"Where are you right now?”

"The ring-toss booth, it's in the first row from where we came in." 

"Okay, we'll be over there." Then more firmly, "We'll find him, Baek." 

Baekhyun nodded, forgetting that you couldn't see from your end. "I'll look around here with Kiyeonnie," he replied before hanging up. Kiyeon was already trying to peer through the groups of people nearby, standing on her tiptoes. 

Baekhyun reached down to hold Kiyeon's hand, determined not to lose another child as they widened their search. Both of them made their way through the booths, looking over each person as they passed for a familiar shock of black hair. Baekhyun's hands were trembling, heart beating fast in his chest as his anxiety grew with each passing second.

"Dad," Kiyeon suddenly shrieked. "Eunnie's over there!" She pointed frantically at a booth a few stalls down, the line much shorter than the one they had previously been in. Baekhyun spun around quickly, frantically searching until his eyes settled on a figure seated in a chair much too large for him. Baekhyun laughed in disbelief, a hand coming up to rest on his forehead. "Of course — face-painting." 

Eun's legs swung back and forth excitedly as the artist covered his face with red and gold face paint. His face lit up when he saw Baekhyun, a large smile on his face that was perfectly identical to yours. "Daddy!" Eun's voice chirped up. "I'm Ironman!"

Baekhyun forced a grin onto his face, although he felt like he could've passed out in relief. “Wow, you are!" He pulled his phone back out, chewing down on his lip as he waited for you to pick up.

"Did you find him?" he heard you ask worriedly, picking up on the first ring.

"Yeah, he ran off to get his face painted."

You sighed into the phone, and Baekhyun had never agreed more in his life. "Is he okay? Kiyeonnie too?" 

"They're fine. Eunnie's the only one not freaking out over here." Baekhyun glanced down at Kiyeon, the eight-year old keeping a protective watch over her brother. "I can't believe he's already acting like a teenager, running away from us as soon as he can." 

"He's only four years old," you replied with a relieved chuckle. "God, I'm so glad he's okay. Baek, we’re almost there."

"Okay. We'll be here." 

With his face completely transformed into Ironman, Eun came running over. "Daddy, look!"

"It looks great, Eunnie! But," Baekhyun squatted down, hands on his son's narrow shoulders. "Do you remember what Mommy said before?" 

Baekhyun could see the gears turning in the four-year-old's brain, his son finally shaking his head no. "Mommy said to stay together all the time, to stay with me and Kiyeonnie."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." Eun stared back at his father with those innocent puppy eyes, unaware of the effect he had on Baekhyun. Even with years of trying to build up resistance to the adorable expressions of his children, Baekhyun could feel his resolve weakening. 

"I need you to stay with me, okay? Pinky promise." He held up a pinky finger, a finger almost half of its size coming up to wrap around it, sealing the deal. 

"Eunnie!" 

Baekhyun looked over his shoulder — he would recognize that voice anywhere.  

You moved around a few people standing close by, Kisoo following right after with his slice of pizza in his hand. "Oh, my baby," you exclaimed upon seeing Eun safe and sound. 

"Mama!" Eun laughed, running into your arms as you crouched down to hug him. "Look at me! Look at my Ironman face!" His chin bumped into your shoulder, and you knew that there would be a splotch of paint on your shirt. But that was the least of your worries right now. 

"Eunnie," you said firmly, moving away slightly to look him right in the eye. "You scared me and Daddy. We didn't know where you were!"

The smile fell from your youngest's face, his droopy eyes staring back at you. "You were scared?" 

Nodding, you cupped his tiny cheeks, face paint and all, the baby fat pillowing in your hands. "Very scared. I didn't want you to be lost, or alone and hurt."

"But I wasn't!" 

"But Daddy and I didn't know that. Daddy didn't know where you went because you didn't tell him." Eun's eyes started to gloss over with tears, and you cooed in sympathy. "I know that you wanted to go do face-painting, and that it was really hard to wait." 

"I waited forever," Eun pouted, sniffling pitifully.

You looked up to exchange a grin with Baekhyun, both of you secretly thinking about how cute Eun was.

"Well, what do you want to do now? We can all go together this time," you told Eun. 

The boy hummed in thought, eyes setting on his older brother. Kisoo, relieved upon seeing that Eun had been found, was finishing up the rest of his pizza slice. "I'm hungry," Eun stated. 

"That makes two of us," Baekhyun said. He scooped Eun up, carrying his tiny son in his arms as the boy giggled, all traces of sadness forgotten. 

"What about you Kiyeonnie?" you asked your daughter, her hand easily slipping into yours. 

She tapped a finger against her chin, something she had recently picked up from watching Baekhyun do the same. "I want pizza too, like SooSoo's." 

"It's so good!" Kisoo gushed. "Mom's pizza was better, so we traded." 

Baekhyun quirked an eyebrow up in amusement. "Wow, Mommy gave you her Hawaiian pizza? How come she never gives me any? Hawaiian's my favorite," he said in an exaggerated whine. 

"Dad, I'll share with you!" Kisoo lifted his half-eaten slice to Baekhyun. 

Chuckling, Baekhyun thanked his oldest son before taking a tiny bite. "Mm!" he exclaimed. He grinned mischievously, leaning in for another bite of his son's pizza while Kisoo laughed and pulled it away. Eun tried leaning in for a bite too, erupting into giggles when Baekhyun only held onto him more tightly. 

"Alright," you broke in. "Let's go before we start fighting over pizza." 

"Pizza, pizza!" Baekhyun started to chant, the rest of his children joining in with their tiny voices. You could always count on your husband to brighten up the mood, especially after a stressful moment. He led the way, Eun in his arms and Kisoo at his side, with you and Kiyeon close by. 

You let out a deep breath, the worries finally tumbling from your shoulders. Kiyeon stared up at you, her eyes a reflection of yours. "What's wrong, Mommy?"

"Nothing, I'm just glad that we're all safe." A fond smile found its way onto your face as Kiyeon snuggled up against you, her long hair tickling your arms. "Thank you, sweetie." 

As tough as parenting was sometimes — okay, most of the time — you wouldn't change a thing. When it had just been you and Baekhyun, both of you were content with what you had. Neither one of you could imagine how much more life these three children would bring to your home, how much your lives would be changed for the better.

Even later, as you watched your children cheerfully eating their slices of pizza, you were touched by the realization that there was nothing else you could wish for — not when you had everything you already wanted. 

As if reading your mind, Baekhyun leaned closer to you, his knee bumping against yours under the picnic table. "I love you," he murmured into your ear, only for the two of you to hear. 

You turned to place a chaste kiss on his lips, ignoring the giggles of your children. "I love you too, Baek." 

Baekhyun's face lit up, diving in for another kiss. You laughed as his nose bumped into yours, both of you sharing in the silliness of the moment before he tried again. You had years of kisses from Baekhyun, but each one always felt new, reigniting the flame he had lit long ago when you first met. 

And now here you were, married for a decade and with three special children that you wouldn't trade the world for.

With your family, things tended to be noisy, messy, full of energy. There was never a dull moment. 

You wouldn't have it any other way. 

A/N: this was so much fun to write?? this was the first thing that came to mind when reading the prompt (especially because this is something that would happen to my brother all the time, even at amusement parks 😅) the hardest part was coming up with the kids’ names?? since I kept picturing the youngest kid as being the most similar in appearance to baekhyun, I named him after baek’s character in moon lovers. and then going off of that logic, I looked for other roles that the exos have played and picked kisoo (ksoo’s swing kids character) for his other son. and then since kisoo had a twin (lol I just really wanted to write twins into the story), I wanted to look for a name similar to kisoo’s. honestly, although I imagined eun looking the most like baekhyun, I think kiyeon would be most like him personality-wise? but anyways I’m rambling about fictional kids LOL 😂 it was really important for me to make sure that I included small bits of baek with each of his kids, and it was so much fun to imagine the special relationships he’d have with each one 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[sneezedarling]

One of a Kind- MacCready/m!Sole Sneezefic (Fallout 4)

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long but I’ve written it. If anyone has any Fallout 4 or other video game requests send ‘em in! Anyways I hope you guys enjoy some allergic!MacCready.

MacCready usually agreed with the judgement calls Sole made, they were mostly sound, logical and fair in his eyes. But sometimes Sole was too curious for his own good. They had been walking through Diamond City Market, trading their loot from their travels for supplies and ammo when a guard had commented on The Museum of Witchcraft and how strange it was.

MacCready had immediately groaned as he watched Sole’s emerald green eyes light up at the prospect. Sole had shoved last of his ammo into his bag and stopped the guard to ask a barrage of questions and mark the location on his map. As they left Diamond City, Sole was still studying his PipBoy intently to work out the fastest route there.

“We’re not seriously heading there, right?” MacCready groaned.

Sole glanced up at him, “Why not? Maybe we’ll find something cool.”

“Or we’ll walk for days and find a creepy, crumbling building,” MacCready counters

He finishes examining his PipBoy and smirks, “C’mon, Mac, where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Adventure doesn’t bring in caps.”

“Hey, I’m paying you what are you complaining about?” Sole objects, with no real fire.

It had taken a few months, but they’ve finally gotten to the point where MacCready says more than just standard agreeance in conversation and Sole’s sarcasm and witty commentary has become a light-hearted distraction rather than a point of annoyance.

MacCready just sighs and begins walking in the direction of the museum because sole leads, and he follows, that’s the deal.

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It’s dusk when they approach the Museum of Witchcraft. It’s a large gothic building, looming and creepy by itself, but especially so in the fading light. MacCready glances at Sole who looks like a kid on Christmas and has to fight the smile working its way onto his face.

“C’mon, this is kinda cool,” he insists.

MacCready rolls his eyes, “Yeah, a big, creepy building, very inviting.”

Sole just grins and heads toward the back of the Museum, “stay outside if you want, I’m going to have a look.”

MacCready jogs to catch up with him only to stop short when he sees Sole’s boyish smile fade and become replaced by a hard frown as he reaches for the gun at his waist. The ground before him them is littered with the bodies of dead Gunners. As they loot the bodies, they shift into a familiar silence. Although Sole was all smiles and jokes usually, he was always dead silent when it got serious. It had taken some getting used to.

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After listening to a horrifying holotape, they head inside. There’s a low rumbling that MacCready can’t identify, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. The low visibility due to the darkness and copious amount of dust filtering through the air puts him on edge and he’s following Sole a lot more closely than usual. Suddenly, there’s an unmistakable and deafening roar from above them.

“And that’s a Deathclaw, so we should be going, right? Sole?” MacCready whispers, gently nudging sole, eyes trained on the rotting ceiling.

Sole shushes him and inches forward, trying to see through a hole in the floor above them. MacCready feels him flinch as there’s another roar followed by a loud thud as a dead body is thrown to the floor, mangled from the damage of Deathclaw jaws. Dust cascades down as the horrible noise of the Deathclaw finishing his meal fills the air.

MacCready draws in a fearful breath before realizing his mistake. The dust-induced tickle spreads through his nose immediately, his heart rate picking up as he scrunches his nose, desperately trying to quell the itch.

The Deathclaw above trudges away, sending more dust raining over them. MacCready’s eyes begin to water as his breath catches in his throat. Sole is blissfully unaware as he rubs dust from his own eyes and inches forward.

Sole peers through the floor for a few seconds before whispering, “If we catch it by surprise, we can avoid most of the confrontation. We might even be able to sneak past it to have a look, or we can go, I guess.”

MacCready reaches up and scrubs at his nose, breath hitching sporadically, “S-sole, you know I-ahhh I love a f-fight but whaa- what’s the point?”

“The Deathclaw will kill whoever strolls in here, how long until its someone who doesn’t deserve it?” Sole doesn’t seem to notice MacCready’s predicament as he examines the dismembered Gunner, scowl on his face.

MacCready curses internally at Sole’s stupid sense of civic duty as he pinches his nose closed but its too late, the damage is already done as the sneeze makes its way from deep in his sinuses to the tip of his nose, threatening to break the tense silence hanging in the air. MacCready’s heart skips a beat as panic rises, his sneezes aren’t known for being quiet and will certainly end in them being Deathclaw dessert.

He holsters his sniper rifle to give him better access to his nose. He clamps both hands over it, pressing down as hard as he can, a last-ditch effort of sorts. His eyes water so horribly that Sole becomes blurry in front of him. In his hyper-focused state, he’s completely missed whatever Sole just said.

“Mac?” Sole says as loud as he dares, turning to face him and doing a doubletake at his dishevelled state. “Are you…crying?”

MacCready glares at him through allergic tears, the angry gesture dividing his focus, allowing the sneeze to break free.

“Ngxt-chhhoo!”

Despite having both hands over his mouth, the sneeze is still moderately loud and if MacCready wasn’t desperately fighting the next sneeze, he would have been anxiously searching for a charging Deathclaw. Realisation immediately floods through Sole, and MacCready studies his face, waiting for anger, annoyance or even fear, just anything, but it remains blank.

MacCready’s breath begins to hitch again, eyes closing involuntarily. The heavy steps of the Deathclaw edge closer, sending more dust flying. The creature may not have heard the last sneeze but it would sure as hell hear this one.

It’s right above them. The itch is burning ferociously, MacCready can only hold out for so long. Sole’s face is still completely blank. Sole grabs MacCready’s arm and pulls him into a crouch position, pressing him between the wall and Sole’s body, so close that he can feel that rapid rise and fall of his chest as the Deathclaw footsteps stop, replaced by a low growl. The Deathclaw finally seems to be moving on when MacCready loses the battle.

“Hgxt-choo!”

Sole clamps a hand over both of MacCready’s to muffle the sneeze. It helps but both men grow still, waiting for any indication the Deathclaw heard it. When nothing comes, Sole takes one look at MacCready, who still has one hand covering his quivering nose and is trying to breath as little as possible, and roughly drags his arm dragging him back the way they came.

The heavy weight of guilt lands squarely on MacCready’s chest, but is pushed to the backburner by the infuriating itch that returns once again. MacCready knows that it’s not leaving anytime soon, especially not until he has sneezed properly and multiple times.

Sole glances back once more, an unknown emotion in his eyes, and proceeds to move faster, one hand on his rifle and the other dragging MacCready’s arm. As they near the door, MacCready gives in, his hands leaving his nose. MacCready sniffs hard, aggravating the itch, his mouth drifts open and his eyes begin to close as Sole shoves him out the door.

“Aaah- Act’choo! H-Hutch’oo! Ehk’tchoo!” MacCready sneezes so hard his hat shifts and falls off his head, exposing his chestnut brown locks.

Sole raises an auburn eyebrow, “Wow, holding all that in it’s a wonder you didn’t burst a blood vessel or something.”

MacCready half-heartedly gives him the finger as he tilts his head back, “Ha’choo…ehh…Ehk’choo!”

“Bless you…bless you,” Sole watches, face emotionless and arms crossed.

“Jesus C-Christ…Act’choo! I-“

“Bless you.”

“Sooh-Sole I- Ehktchoo…Ichhoo!”

“Bless you…Bless you.”

“I’m sorry…ihhhh…Itchoo…Act’tchoo..Het’choo! I should h-ha-”

“Bless you…Bless you…Bless you.”

“Ehk’tchoo! Sol-“

“Bless you.”

“Would you stop doing that! I’m tryin’ to freakin’ apologise here! I nearly go-ohh…got us both killed.”

Sole just blinks before bursting into laughter. Like a proper, full laugh that is almost non-existent in The Commonwealth these days.

MacCready sniffs hard, wiping the last of the allergic tears from his eyes. “What’s-snff-wrong with you? You get hit in the head or something?

“Could you imagine the story we would have had man? ‘Yeah we just walked in and were going to leave the Deathclaw but then MacCready decided to sneeze his brains out instead’.” He’s still laughing, an easy smile lighting up his face.

God he’s beautiful.

The thought slips into his head without permission, turning his face red. He knows he must look like shi- crap right now, puffy eyes, red nose and blotchy face but Sole’s looking at him like he invented the sun.

“I’m sorr- Ehk’tchoo!-”

“Bless you.”

“I’m also concerned about your mental state right now. Are you okay?” MacCready sniffs and scrubs at his nose a few times.

“Am I okay? Are you? You sure you didn’t pull a muscle or bruise something sneezing like that? You lost your hat!”

MacCready bites his lip, embarrassment tainting his cheeks. “I thought you’d be mad or something.”

Sole laughs again and MacCready feels a pang in his chest as he dusts off his hat and hands it to him, “S’not your fault and we’re alright, no harm no foul.”

MacCready just shakes his head as he plops his hat on, “You’re-snff! something else, y’know?”

“One of a kind,” Sole steps closer. “You should consider yourself lucky, maybe show some appreciation.”

MacCready leans against the wall, arching an eyebrow, trying to disguise the hammering of his heart, “Should I now?”

“Oh, definitely.” Sole leans in, lips grazing MacCready’s.

“I guess I can agree with that.” MacCready reaches for Sole and smashes their lips together.

[marisaaa]

day 1 prompt: "Do you trust me?"

Once you turn eighteen and you find yourself in the presence of your soulmate, you know. Your soul connections are close enough to activate and they say it overrides all your senses. It’s just you. And them.

Aaron knows as soon as Robert steps into the common room, and he knows he feels it too. 

have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? (AO3 link)

“I’m Adam. Barton.” A smiley boy stands up from where he was sat outside the headmaster’s office, “We’re going to be in the same mechanics class but right now, I’m your mentor.”

He reached his hand out to shake Aaron’s who took it timidly.

“Aaron.” He introduced himself, “Dingle.”

Adam smiled, letting go of Aaron’s hand and pointing up at the massive school sign painted on the arch of the hallway. “Welcome to All Hallows.”

Aaron had recently moved to live with his Mum in Leeds, requiring a school transfer… in the middle of his A levels. Luckily, this new school had the right subjects and really, anything would do if it meant getting away from his Dad.

Adam joyously waffled on about the school, clubs, competitions as he led Aaron around. The college was connected to a lower school, so the tour was a lot longer than Aaron had expected but he didn’t mind, Adam seemed to be in his element.

They got to a glass cabinet in the main school reception and stopped. Aaron watched as Adam smiled, looking over the many trophies the school held.

A few seconds passed. “Lots of trophies.” Aaron pointed out dumbly, making Adam chuckle.

“Yeah, loads.” He replied. Looking around to check no one was watching, Adam pulled open the glass door and pulling a photo frame out.

He pointed to one of the boys in the frame. They looked only a bit younger than themselves. “That’s Pete. He’s my brother/cousin.” Adam explained.

Aaron didn’t even want to ask. He just kept looking at the frame with feigned interest.

Adam continued, “Last year, they played for the under 16s international lacrosse championship.”

He seemed to be amazed by the information, so Aaron pretended to look impressed, as if he knew what lacrosse was.

“That’s good?” he questioned nervously.

Adam scoffed, “Good? That’s awesome, mate. International! They didn’t just play, they came second. That’s mint.”

Aaron nodded. “Are they our age?”

Adam shook his head in response, “Just left, actually. Pete and a few other teammates got a lacrosse scholarship and moved to the US.” He thought carefully, scanning the photo, “Wait no, Robert’s still here.”

He pointed to one of the boys, looking small on the photo. He had dusty blonde hair and wide, white smile. He knelt on one knee, holding his helmet and his lacrosse stick stood next to him.

Adam spoke in a whisper, “Snapped a tendon, last game of the internationals. He carried on playing though. People say he’s the reason the team didn’t win.”

Aaron chuckled but Adam looked him dead in the eye, serious.

“You can’t be serious.”

Adam nodded. “He was so embarrassed, didn’t turn up to school for the rest of the year.”

Aaron narrowed his eyes, “That couldn’t be for a small thing like the snapped tendon, possibly.”

Adam seemed to consider that, shrugging his shoulder and putting the photo back in the cabinet. “You can be the one to ask him, if anyone mentions it infront of him, let me tell you, you do not want to be on the receiving end of that.”

“Why? is he violent?” Aaron questioned, suddenly concerned for his safety.

Adam laughed, “No, not violent. He’s just, creative – with his words. Him and his girlfriend both. You see, her dad was the lacrosse coach – until he retired this year. Of course, Robert and Chrissie would get together, its cliché, right?”

Aaron nodded in understanding, watching as Adam closed the class door carefully, just in time for a member of staff to walk around the corner, not noticing a thing. He shot Adam a knowing glance, a small smirk on his lips.

“But anyway,” Adam continued to gossip as they walked further down the corridor, “They’ve been together, what? Three years now? Well, since Robert became captain of the team. Everyone knows Chrissie’s cheating on him, she hasn’t dumped him probably because she doesn’t want to cause a rift between her dad and his ‘star player’. But now he’s retired, everyone’s just waiting for them to break.”

Aaron listened intently, impressed with how much gossip he’s already been let in on. Although something tells him it’s common knowledge.

They turned a corner and through two double doors into a bustle of people. There were around twelve tables, completely full of teenagers.

THE COMMONROOM read the sign hanging from the ceiling, accompanied by some quote that Aaron hadn’t heard before.

Someone called from the left of the room, waving their hand over to where Adam and Aaron were stood by the doors.

Adam replied with a wave, then beckoned Aaron to follow him to where a group of people were sat both on chairs and on the table.

He was introduced to a whole load of people – boys and girls – who’s names he could barely remember already. One of them, Billy he thinks was clearly the main one of the group and Aaron watched from where he was sat on a chair as everyone crowded round and watched this Billy play something on his phone.

Mid-laugh at something funny Adam had commented, Aaron’s heart rate sped up drastically in his chest. It’s almost like something had been rewired in his body, like something sudden clicked. A piece fit to complete his puzzle.

The noise of the common room drowned out as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting someone else’s across the room by the door, zoning in on him and him only.

A green eyed, freckled, dusty blonde-haired boy was staring back at him with his own shocked expression on his face. It was like all his nerves multiplied and he could feel every emotion under the sun, completely overwhelming him in… feeling.

The moment was interrupted, and their eye contact broke as a brunette girl tapped on the blonde boy’s shoulder, their surroundings suddenly becoming known again.

Aaron cleared his throat and turned his head back to the table, catching Adam’s watchful eye.

“You alright, mate?” Adam asked, hopping of the table and onto a chair next to him. “Your cheeks, they’re pink.”

“Nerves.” Aaron lied quickly but then gestured over to where the boy was, now in what looked like an unhappy conversation with the brunette girl, “Who’s that, over there?”

Adam’s eyes quickly found him and then flicked back to Aaron’s. “That’s Robert Sugden – the guy on the lacrosse team I showed you.”

Aaron’s heart stuttered, his eyes widening in realisation. Oh. Shit.

“And that’s Chrissie White with him.” Adam continued, gesturing to where they were sitting, “Doesn’t look like a thrilling conversation, though.”

Robert’s forehead was creased, and he ran a hand through his hair frustratedly as Chrissie turned abruptly and stormed off. Robert looked up and his eyes locked on Aaron’s who immediately shied away from the contact, only to look back up to see Robert walking away.

He didn’t know why or even remember standing up but soon enough, he was following Robert out of the common room and into a hallway he hadn’t even realised was there.

As he stepped into the hallway, he noticed the significant lack of light considering the time of say and the odd chill coming from the tall windows. He looked down both sides of the corridor, but it was empty. He was about to call out Robert’s name, but it felt wrong, considering they hadn’t met properly yet.

He took a step down the left side of the corridor – the side that seemed less daunting and searched for any other staircases he could’ve taken.

As he took a few more steps, the sleeve of the coat on his arm was pulled and he fell sideways into a small cupboard about the size of a box bedroom, containing shelves and shelves of outdoor equipment.

Before he could even register everything in the room, the door slammed shut and a light was turned on, blinding Aaron for a few seconds before his eyes focused on the person in front of him.

He looked… almost angry but hurt and confused at the same time. They stood in silence, just staring at each other for a few seconds before Robert opened his mouth.

“I- I’m sorry,” he nervously scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t usually do this.”

Aaron almost laughed. That was the last thing he’d expected him to say. He kept a straight face, trying to be angry about the whole thing.

“What pull random people into…” he looked around, “equipment storage?”

Robert sighed, “You’re not- you’re not a random person though, are you?”

Aaron tried not to notice the way Robert’s eyes dipped to his lips as he spoke. He shook his head.

“I feel like… I feel like I know you.” Robert spoke quietly, as if he was trying to work something out in his head, “How have I never noticed you before?”

Aaron gulped, the other boy’s voice making something stir inside of him. “I just moved here, from York. Today’s my first day. My name’s Aaron.”

Robert’s mouth opened in realisation and he huffed a laugh. “Well, Aaron. A hell of a first day, huh?”

“Well, I’ve had worse.” Aaron answered, trying to be funny.

A small smile formed on Robert’s lips and he made eye contact with Aaron again under the dim light of the cupboard. Aaron’s eyes flickered to his lips and then back up to Robert’s eyes which quickly darted down as he took a step back.

“I’m not gay.” Robert declared, refusing to look at him.

Aaron felt something drop in his chest. He’d heard of these cases. Your soulmate but in the form of your friend. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. That this beautiful person, someone he was, indeed, very attracted to, is only bonded to him because they’re friends.

“Oh.” Aaron looked down at his feet and bit his lip.

“But I’m not straight, either.”

Aaron looked up quickly at that and Robert stepped closer again. Their faces were so close now, they were practically breathing the same breaths. He cleared his throat before Robert spoke again.

“Infact, right now.” He whispered, “I don’t know how I ever thought I was.”

Aaron took a quick gasp of air before Robert dipped his head and gently pressed their lips together.

It was like fireworks, Aaron would say. The moment the fireworks start and all you can do is stare in awe at how wonderful and beautiful they are. Fireworks, right now, everywhere. The feeling was ten times it was when they first locked eyes in the common room.

The kiss got deeper and more passionate, Robert pushing Aaron up against on of the shelves and Aaron’s hand gliding through the short hairs on the nape of his neck.

Robert let out a small moan before pulling away, the firework subsiding but still very much there. His eyes fluttered open and his lips were parted as he drew in quick breaths.

Aaron was speechless. He’d never felt anything near this before. He could feel as Robert’s heart was beating, the same fast pace as his own and they grinned at each other, both knowing exactly how the other was feeling through their bond.

Robert pressed himself against Aaron again and started mouthing at his neck, making Aaron lean his head back against the shelf.

“I have a girlfriend.” Robert murmured between kisses, but he carried on anyway.

“She’s cheating on you.” Aaron panted, but silently cursed himself, not wanting the be the one to ruin what was going on right now.

Robert stopped and raised his head to align his eyes with Aaron’s. They seemed to scan his face. Aaron suddenly felt under pressure. “I’m sorry- Adam said- he said everyone knew, and your conversation earlier didn’t seem great I-“

“I wanted to wait until she was eighteen.” Robert interrupted ,his eyes never leaving Aaron’s. “ Just to see if she was 'the one', you know?”

He nodded.

“But she’s not. And I’m…” he started to smile, “So goddamn happy about that.”

Aaron let out a sigh of relief before hastily pulling Robert’s face back down to his own, kissing him once more.  

They carried on for what seemed like barely any time but must’ve been long enough for the bell to ring, signalling the next period.

They broke apart, the feeling of each other lingering on their lips.

“I have a lesson.” Aaron whispered, slowly opening his eyes to watch Robert do the same.

“Skip it.” Robert answered quickly, pushing his arms off the shelves where they were resting behind Aaron’s head.

Aaron rolled his eyes, “What? Skip my first ever lesson?”

“Don’t know you to know you’re missing, do they?” Robert said with a wink, his eyes unsubtly lingering on Aaron’s lips.

Aaron let out a small chuckle as Robert put his hand out, as if to ask Aaron to take it.

“Come on, there’s somewhere we can go instead.” Robert looked down at Aaron’s hand and reached his outstretched one towards it.

He narrowed his eyes, “What? So you can kidnap me and hide me in a cupboard again.”

Robert rolled his eyes but looked pleading. “I won’t, I promise.”

Aaron nodded his head slowly, a smile spreading across his face.

“Do you trust me?”

Aaron didn’t know why. He didn’t know how. But he did. With every fibre of his being.

He took his hand and it took his breath away with it, the fireworks making a comeback.

Robert pulled him out of the cupboard and down some stairs that Aaron hadn’t even noticed on his way there. Soon enough, they were outside and running across the field into a wood. Robert lead him through the wood and out into a clearing where a small barn stood,

He slowed to a walk, still holding onto Aaron’s hand, laughing as he swung it back and forth. Aaron could feel his eyes glowing with adoration as he watched the cold pink his cheeks and the wind blow lightly through his hair.

When they reached the barn, Robert pulled the door open, unveiling a room full of haystacks and wooden beams.

Aaron stepped inside and looked around as Robert shut the door behind them.

“Yep, exactly how I envisioned meeting my soulmate.” Aaron joked, “First he locks me in a smelly cupboard and then he takes me to an even smellier barn. Romantic”

Robert sighed but took small steps towards Aaron, eventually pushing him back and down onto a haystack. “You’re too traditional, Aaron.”

Aaron was not expecting his heart to flutter at the sound of his name on Robert’s lips and he could tell by the way Robert smirked, that he felt it too.

He started to lean down pushing Aaron gently on his shoulders so he was laying fulling on his back and Robert leaning over him, his arms bracketing his head.

“Now.” He whispered, leaning his face down to Aaron’s, “Where were we?”

And again. Fireworks.

[exodusmc]

Espresso

Genre: Fluff, coffee shop au

Words: 1426

Paring: Shy Jungkook x Reader

Warning!: -

a/n: Sorry I have been gone a little while but I hope to be back now! :)

gif is not mine

“Hi how can I help you?”smiling so big your cheeks hurt, you addressed the doe eyed boy with dark locks falling over his forehead. No words left him, lisp stuck in a O shape.”Hello?”

“I-I-I’ll ta-take an espresso..”the boy stuttered out, face turning red as his orbs blew wide open. You couldn't help but smile a little more at his cuteness. 

“Alright, name?”you grabbed a pen, scribbling down the order on a paper even if you didn't have to, waiting for his name.

“Name?”lips puckered in confusion, hands clutching by his sides.”Right! Ju-Jungkook:”

Jungkook was fast gone after finally answering your question, face buried in his large hands as he sat down close to a window. You chuckled lightly, leaving the small counter in the coffee shop to make his order. The bitter scent of coffee and the sweet scent of, well, sweets mixed in the air, something you had gotten used to. A home atmosphere lingered inside the small shop, cradling stressed out students and providing something else than concrete. You loved the small house, how it made the world less loud. 

“Here’s your drink.”you grinned down at Jungkook, who blinked a couple of time before taking the small cup. 

You resumed your place behind the cashier, waiting for another customer, but having a hard time not staring at the cute guy by the window. His eyes inspected the liquid, nose scrunching at its smell, and you had to bit the inside of your mouth to not laugh out loud. Jungkook took a sip of the coffee, seemingly unbothered for a while, until the taste hit him. He made a face, tongue poking out as eyes closed in what you assumed was disgust. It was cute, how he clearly hadn't expected the taste, and how a pout formed on his lips afterwards. Let’s just say you were a bit sad when he left the small coffee shop with a lingering gaze. 

-

“Good day. What can I get you?”a blush was evident on Jungkook’s cheeks from the beginning, his mind trailing back to the day before, when he made the mistake of ordering espresso. 

“...Iced honey tea…”he spoke in a small voice, gaze falling from your face, making you smile at his shyness.

“Coming right up.”

The tea seemed to suit his taste more than the sour coffee, small sounds of happiness leaving him as he sipped his drink. Jungkook was the cutest thing you had ever seen but muscles lurked under his long sleeved shirt, contracting his expressions. You sighed slightly from your place, staring at the boy and wondering if anyone of you two would be able to say something more than an greeting and order. He left yet again, left while you stared after him with butterflies in your stomach. 

- 

“Hello, can I take your orders?”you stared at Jungkook, his head hanging slightly, as, what you assumed was friends of his, told you what they wanted. The guys were loud, laughing and making gestures way too big. 

Other customers sent them some glares but as time got closer to 5 pm, winter making the world dark already, no one else but them was in your shop. You smiled at their shenanigans, how they seemed unbothered in the moment, happy. Hands moved to grab pots and cups, cleaning them as their voices kept you company. 

“When do you guys close?”the question stralted you slightly, bright brown eyes with red hair farming them met you, sun shining around him. 

“At 6”

“Oh..Sorry to keep you waiting..”he smiled widely, scratching his neck and looking otherworldly. 

“It’s okay.”you smiled, about to continue cleaning when he stepped inside, stopping by you and grabbing some gloves. 

“Let me help clean. My name’s Hoseok by the way.”Hoseok spoke lightly, warming you from the inside with his happiness. 

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” you smiled his way, unaware of the frowning gaze from doe eyes. Jungkook hated the way you two stood so close, how his hyung could get so close to you when he himself couldn't even talk with you. 

“Our little Jungkookie is jealous…”Jimin teased his younger friend, buffing at his shoulder as the bigger one scowled deeper. 

“I’m not!”

“Yes you are!”the bickering from the two of them made you look away from Hoseok, studying Jungkook with a smile on your lips. He had a childlike innocent over his face, something which faltered a little when his arms shoved. 

“Cute..”you mumbled, not meaning for Hoseok to hear.

“I know...You should see him sleepy”a blush spread over you face, heating up everything. Jungkook was oblivious to the gaze you sent him, something in between longing and shyness.

-

“I’m sorry we’re cl-”you eyes widened at Jungkook, who stumbled inside the shop, face red from the cold outside.  He breathed hard, chest heaving up and down.”Jungkook?”

He scared you, looking like someone was chasing him but as the big eyed boy walked up to you, taking your smaller hands in his, were you terrified. He was so serious, like you had never seen him before.

“I don't like espresso and I’m bad at having conversations with new people. I stutter and I like iron man with a burning passion. I don't have charms like Hoseok and I could never do half the thing he can..”you were utterly confused as to why the boy was rambling, eyes moving like darts around in your face. Jungkook started to sound out of breath so you had to slow him down, stop him from all the words from flowing through his lips. 

“Okay okay Jungkook! Slow down a little would ya?”he paled, mouth clamping shut while hands held yours a little tighter.”Is there something wrong?”

Jungkook inhaled deeply, staring at you with intensity which made you shiver. He gulped down his nerves and licked his lips, trying to stop the stuttering to come out again, trying to be like Hoseok.

“My point is that I’ll never be like Hoseok hyung but please don't date him!”Jungkook said the words so loud, lips pressing together as he straightened up, your ears hurt slightly. 

“What?”confusion swimmed in your beautiful eyes and Jungkook all but whined out in distress. He had tried so hard to get his feeling out but you still didn't understand. A shy face met your gaze when he looked up from the floor again, coffee smell lingering around you. 

“What I’m trying to say is that I can't be Hoseok hyung but I really like you..so please don't date him”you stared at him for awhile before laughing, clutching at your stomach.

“Is that the reason for your outburst?”you giggled, hands still in his, doe eyes falling into a frown.”Because you thought I would date Hoseok-shi?”

Jungkook avoided your orbs, blushing and feeling stupid. How could he know you weren't going to date Hoseok? The way you had looked at him days before made Jungkook sure his older friend had already whisked you away.

“..S-sorry.” he felt pathetic, trying to let go of your hands but you didn't let him, this shy bunny, you didn't let his hands go. 

“Don't be..I find it cute.”you grinned at the red faced boy.”I won't date Hoseok-shi, if you do something for me”

“What?” Jungkook glanced at you, seeing warmth in your smile, hair falling perfectly. He was scared of what you’d ask of him but he was hopeful nonetheless. 

“If you go out with me.”still holding his hand, your gaze lowered in shyness, which crept over you suddenly.

“Really?”the boy beamed with big eyes at you, surprised at what you asked of him, happy with what you asked of him.

“Really.”you nodded his way, shriking as he twirled you around in the air. He was so happy, Jungkook couldn't help himself but to hug you close.

The coffee shop was empty and didn't really smell like coffee anymore but instead of him, something musky, and the cold winter outside the windows. Jungkook grinned at you with a bunny smile you had never seen before, heart racing in your chest at it. 

“What do you wanna do now?”he asked, hand holding yours as you smirked him way. Jungkook looked like a happy bunny but you still remembered the first time you two met, what had made you fall for the cute bundled that was Jungkook. 

“How about some espresso?”

[eskalations]

'Im pregnant'

No one could have imagined the amount of pandemonium that those two words would cause in the office of Brigadier General Mustang.

(Day 1 "Letter" - Royai Week 2020)

A/N: Happy Royai Week! The first prompt was "letter" and let me tell you, I HATE the dreaded letter prompt. So, I decided to have a bit of fun with it. Enjoy some Team Mustang + Royai shenanigans! Let me know what you think if you have the time! (FFN link)

~

I'm pregnant

The words were written plain as day on the parchment in front of them. Certainly, this is not what they had expected to find in the un-postmarked envelope that had been lying between the boss's office door and Havoc's desk – but alas, here it was. The letter said it all, the Chief was going to be a dad.

Their shocked silence soon diffused into absolute pandemonium.

"Holy shi –"

"No way!" Fuery had his face sandwiched between his hands, panic evident in the shaky tone of his voice. "No way! No way!"

"This sure is gonna put a damper on things!" Breda commented, finding his seat once more. He propped his feet on the desk before leaning back with hands behind his head, a pensive look on his face as he stared up at the ceiling. "I never thought I'd see the day. The boss has sewn his oats and now he's gonna reap the consequences!"

Havoc still stood in disbelief at the middle of the office. "Holy Shi – "

"Is that all you can say?!" Breda cut him off.

"I'm processing!" This finally broke him from his daze, his shaking hands pulling the paper closer to his face, his eyes examining every letter. Breda scoffed at his actions.

"Well the words aren't going to change!"

"I know that! I'm just – I don't know, double checking!"

"Guys," Fuery tried desperately to calm them, wishing now more than ever that Falman hadn't chosen to stay in the North. It would have been nice to have another level head amongst the men in the office. "We really should leave it alone. This is none of our business."

The young communications specialist looked nervously over at the door where the Brigadier General and Captain had taken their leave just an hour before. Their meeting was slated to be over any minute and Fuery preferred not to face the wrath of a newly christened father on this bright Monday morning.

That being said, the young soldier couldn't find it himself to be unhappy with the news they had just received in regards to their superior officer. Ever since 'The Promised Day' two years prior, Brigadier General Mustang had grown stupendously as both a military officer and a man. Fuery imagined he would make an excellent father.

This just left one question – who was the mother?

It seemed like both Breda and Havoc had the same thought as they both stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Man!"

"Oh MAN!"

"Who do you – ?!"

"It could be anyone!"

"I bet its Leslie." The auburn-haired man remarked, pushing back even further in his chair, the legs squeaking in protest. "She's the brunette from Archives that's been finding some reason to come up here at least twice a week."

"She can't be more than twenty! Do you really think the Chief would – ?"

"Well I don't know! It may not even be her!"

"Well, maybe it's Sarah," Breda suggested, now not as sold on the whole Leslie idea as he was before. "She's that petite girl he took to dinner last week. They did look pretty cozy."

Havoc stroked his chin in thought. "Hmmm now that you mention it, they did look close."

"Well you do know what they say about a lady's hormones during pregnancy…"

"Ohohoho," The blonde slapped the other man on the shoulder, a mischievous smirk evident on his features. "That sly dog! Mustang's going to be handing out promotion after promotion these next few months if what I've heard is true!"

Fuery, who had remained silent as they bantered back and forth, suddenly jumped from his chair. Both of the first lieutenants stared at him in shock as he gripped the edge of his desk with sweat building over his brow. There was a moment of heavy silence before the Warrant Officer let his thoughts be known.

"What if it's Hawkeye?"

The only sound that could be heard coming from the room was a soft thud as Breda fell backwards out of his chair. Then – all hell broke loose.

"IT IS! I JUST KNOW IT IS! She's been acting weird all week!" Havoc said, dropping the letter to the ground and gripping his face in an anxious fashion. "What are we going to do?!"

Breda, who was rubbing his head while sat on all fours, answered from beneath the desk. "We're going to be transferred out of East City again and end up somewhere like Briggs."

"I won't survive!" Havoc fell dramatically into his desk chair, throwing his head back in mock agony. "I can't leave my dear Rebecca at a time like this. Her best friend is going to be dishonorably discharged and I have to help pick up the pieces!"

"Guys – " Fuery attempted to interject – but was cut off by Breda, who had finally gotten a grip on the edge of his desk and was lifting himself up off the floor.

"Forget about your precious Catalina!" Breda spit out at his comrade, rubbing his backside for good measure. "We've got other problems! The boss is never going to make Fuhrer if he's kicked out of the military!"

"All that work in Ishval – for nothing!"

"Well, I wouldn't really say it was for nothing. It – "

"The country is doomed without it's fearless leader!"

"Okay, now you're just being dramat – "

"I need a cigarette!"

"I knew it!" Breda stomped over to his friend's desk, swiping the container from between his sweaty palms. There was a look of warning in his dark eyes. "Don't use the General's problems as a reason to pick up smoking again. It's not like YOU'RE the one having the baby, so I think you can manage!"

"Manage what?"

Several things happened at once at the sound of their Commanding Officer's voice breaking through the chaos. Fuery, who out of sheer panic, had sat back down once his revelation was brought forth – sprung up like a spring and lifted his shaking hand to his forehead in a poor salute. Breda, on the other hand, dropped the cigarettes like they were on fire and backed several feet away from his friend's desk, giving his boss a salute only marginally better than Fuery's.

Havoc took longer to respond. He stared at the door of the office where the man stood for several seconds, stunned silent. Then, he allowed his eyes to drift down to the letter that had been dropped in the middle of the room.

Oh shi –

"Havoc?" General Mustang asked curiously, stepping fully into the office. There was a set of meeting briefs tucked under his arm, signaling that his work for the morning had concluded. "What's going on?"

The man couldn't even begin to think of an answer for his dark-haired superior. All he knew was that his eyes kept darting to that damn paper that lay still in the dead center of the room. Oh, why did he have to be so obvious?

Noticing his subordinate's strange behavior, as well as the nervous energy that seemed to be sitting heavy over the office, the General made to step forward and address the men once more when something caught his eye.

It was a letter.

On the floor, there was a piece of parchment sticking out of a crudely ripped envelope. From the nervous glances First Lieutenant Havoc was making towards it, the General assumed that had to be the reason for the strange behavior that seemed to be plaguing his subordinates. Before he could reach down and pick it up though, Breda's hand snatched it out from under him.

"Wha – ?"

"Sorry, Chief," Breda apologized, hiding the letter behind his back. "I don't think you're ready to see what's on it."

The way his tone wavered with a hint of fear had the General's blood running cold. There was very little that could discompose Heymans Breda. This must be serious.

"What's going on?" The man placed the meeting briefs on his Captain's desk before turning back to his men. With arms crossed, he stared them down with a deadly set of black eyes. "As your Commanding Officer, I demand you tell me."

There was a silent moment where the three soldiers exchanged glances, urging the other to talk first. After a series of wide-eyed communications, both Fuery and Breda raised their brows at Havoc who was still seated at his desk. The man gulped, a sweat breaking out under his military blues. Oh, why did it have to be him.

"Well," Havoc cleared his throat, willing the words forward. "You see, we found this letter – and well, uhhhh – it has some interesting intel on it."

It was Mustang's turn to raise his brows – though his expression was a touch more doubtful than the others. "Oh really? It's just intel?"

"Well I wouldn't say it's JUST intel," Havoc scratched his blonde mane, searching for the right words. "It's relatively important intel."

"If it's so important," Mustang reasoned, taking a step towards his very nervous comrade. "Then I think I should be told, post-haste."

"See you say that, but I don't thi – "

"Havoc! Just come out with it!"

"You're going to be a father, sir!"

Breda and Havoc turned in disbelief towards the shaky Warrant Office who still stood with his hand to his head. Though his words came out as little more than a squeak, they still had been heard by all – including the Brigadier General.

Roy Mustang stood in shock, starring at the young man who stood quivering in his boots at his desk. Surely, he had heard him wrong?

"Come again, Fuery?" He asked for clarification, the tone of his voice giving no indication as to what he was feeling. "I don't think I heard you right."

"The letter, sir." Fuery dropped his hand from his head, pointing towards Breda. "It's in the letter."

Still shocked at the fact that the meek officer had been the one to speak up, Breda wordlessly held out the piece of paper for his Commanding Officer to read. He barely reacted as the letter was swiped quite harshly from his fingers.

They all watched anxiously as the man read over the note – his face becoming paler and paler the longer he stared at it. After a few minutes of examination, his dark eyes came up to meet his comrades' in utter confusion.

"Where did – Just where did you get this?"

"It was on the floor between your door and my desk, sir," Havoc finally spoke up. The blonde stood and walked over to the General, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I guess congratulations are in order."

"Now, wait a sec – "

"And you don't have anything to worry about," Havoc continued, squeezing the man's shoulder in what was supposed to be a show of support. "We will support you and Hawkeye no matter what happens from here on out!"

"Yeah! The Fraternization Laws be damned, we're here for you!"

"Even if I have to freeze my ass off at Briggs," Havoc gave his shoulder one last squeeze for good measure. "It'll be worth it to see the two of you together and happy."

"That's not what you were saying earlier…"

"Can it, Breda!"

Mustang remained silent at the attempts of congratulations, feeling as though his lungs had been robbed of air. He didn't even notice a timid Fuery walk up and stick out his hand for a shake.

"I hope you and the Captain will be very happy, sir." The Warrant Officer said softly, the genuine respect he felt for the two superior officers evident in the tone of his words. "I can't think of two people who deserve this kind of happiness more. You'll make excellent parents."

It took a moment, but finally Mustang was able to break his silence.

"Now wait just a damn minute!"

All the men froze once more as the General took a step back to regard them with a sharp look. If he had been wearing his ignition gloves in that moment, he would have cut quite an intimidating figure. Even as it was, the dark look on his features had the men swallowing hard and standing straight underneath his steadfast gaze.

"I don't know where you got the idea that Hawkeye and I had suddenly decided to procreate." He gestured wildly to the air, incredulity written all over his features. "But I can assure you that this letter was not meant for me!"

"Sir, you don't have to hide it." Havoc reasoned gently, his hands coming forward in a show of acceptance. "We know that this will change a lot of things – but maybe it's not as bad as it seems –"

"I don't know – being dishonorably discharged DOES sound pretty bad…"

"Breda" Havoc seethed, the name slipping from between his teeth in a hiss. "Not the time."

"Both of you – stop," The sharp quality of Mustang's voice had them both pausing, readjusting their posture once more. "I'm not hiding anything. This letter cannot belong to me."

"Boss, we under – "

"Breda," The General warned, cutting the man off. He held a hand up, leaving no room for argument. "Don't finish that sentence. The more we speak of this, the more likely it is that rumors will come from it. I don't want the Captain returning from her lunch break to find that her fellow officers have been slandering her name."

"But she's been acting weird, Chief," Havoc remarked, trying to get Mustang to accept that this was a genuine possibility. "We know that the two of you have always been close. We've known for a long time that something more was there."

"Havoc!" The General bellowed. His reaction was so violent that Havoc found himself taking a few steps back in fear. "What part of 'stop' do you not understand?!"

The men were silent as Mustang read the note again. His dark eyes took in the words once more before he looked up at his men in disbelief.

"You are a poor set of soldiers if you haven't realized by now that this is not the Captain's handwriting."

Those words had the men crowding around their commanding officer. Mustang tried his best not to look indignant as they bumped shoulders with him in an attempt to get a better look at the paper he still held in his hands.

"Hm I guess it's not." Fuery conceded, having seen the Captain's handwriting on many documents during his time as being a part of the unit.

"That little loopy right there kind of looks familiar," Havoc countered, squinting his eyes. "I don't think it's completely out of the realm of possibility."

"That is definitely not the Captain's handwriting, Jean," Breda shook his head, disappointed in himself for not noticing it sooner. "Talk about jumping to conclusions."

"But if this wasn't meant for the boss then who – ?"

"What's going on?"

As if they had been electrocuted, each of the men jumped away from the other. While three of them automatically fell into nervous salutes, their commanding officer stood with a smirk in the middle of them.

"Ah, Captain," The General drawled in his usual fashion, gesturing towards their subordinates. "Maybe you can reestablish some sense of order back into this group."

Riza Hawkeye furrowed her brow at the comment, looking at all their faces with rising suspicion. The blonde wasn't alone though – while Hayate sat obediently at her heels, a second figure popped out from behind her. Rebecca Catalina considered the room with more than just a little curiosity.

"Jean?" The brunette asked, stepping around her friend. Blatantly ignoring the tension in the room, she made her way to the man in question. "Why do you look so pale?"

Havoc let out a short laugh at his girlfriend's question. "Well, Becky – it's been a long morning!"

Distracted as he was by the girl's presence, he didn't notice the smirk on Hawkeye's face as she drew nearer, placing a set of folders down on her desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she shared a look with General Mustang before sitting down in her chair and grabbing a pen.

At Havoc's words, Rebecca's eyes lit up. "So you got my letter?"

Havoc shook his head, feeling as though he had misheard. "Uh, no? What letter?"

Rebecca's eyes cut to the paper that now resided in Mustang's hand, looking between it and her boyfriend. There was confusion in the crease that appeared between her brows. "The one that your General is holding…I had Riza leave it on your desk this morning. You read it, right?"

If Jean Havoc didn't know any better, he would have thought that his legs were paralyzed once more. Behind his glasses, Fuery's eyes widened with shock while Breda looked an awful lot like a goldfish.

"Huh?" The word was the only one Havoc felt capable of saying. Not noticing his clammy skin and the slight tinge of green on his features, Rebecca gave him a bright smile.

"I got the idea from an article in The Amestrian Woman Magazine!" She brought her fisted hands to her chest in an excited fashion. "I thought it would be fun to tell you in a non-traditional fashion since we'll be bringing a baby into this world in a pretty non-traditional fashion ourselves!"

Jean felt like his world was spinning. Mustang clapped a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality. The grin on the man's face was proof enough that he had been privy to the secret from the beginning. The bastard.

"I guess congratulations are in order! You're going to be a father, Havoc!"

~

Later that day, Roy Mustang could be found lounging on the single couch of his living room. Despite having had his townhome for two years now, the amount of furniture in his house was still minimal due to the large amount of time spent away in Ishval. Regardless, it still felt more home-y than any residence of his had felt in years.

Roy looked up as Riza rounded the corner, coming directly from the kitchen with two steaming mugs of tea in her hands. The blonde hair that she had cut short upon their return to Ishval was just now beginning to reach below her shoulders again and the General could find himself smiling fondly at the sight. With a modest sweater and long skirt, she looked the absolute picture of domestic bliss.

He took the mug gratefully as she perched on the couch beside him, drawing her legs up beside her. Without any hesitation, the man wrapped a familiar arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. The woman obliged him, snuggling comfortably into his side.

They sat in silence for a few moments – simply enjoying the fire before them and soaking up the other's presence. However, Mustang's chuckle soon broke whatever mood appeared to be in the air.

"What?" Riza asked as she glanced up at him, noting the hint of mirth that danced behind his eyes. The smile had not yet left his features. "Feel like sharing?"

"I was just thinking about Havoc," The man answered honestly, squeezing her shoulders gently. "Of all the ways, I thought he was going to react – fainting was not one of them."

"His legs have been weak ever since his injury, so I'm not surprised."

"Sure…that's what it was," Mustang's mouth grew into an even larger grin. "To think, the bastard was trying so hard to get me to confess to some kind of illicit affair. When he handed me the note and then accused me of impregnating you, I almost felt my heart drop into my stomach. That whole surprise couldn't have gone any worse."

"It's not my fault that the envelope slipped off his desk." Riza took a sip of her tea, the steam dispersing as she breathed a tired sigh through her nose. "I told Rebecca it wasn't a good idea, but that's how she wanted to do it."

"I couldn't help but think," The General spoke, a smirk curling on his features. He waited for her to set her cup down before moving in for the kill. "How would you tell me if we were in the same kind of situation."

"Sir – "

"I know, Riza." He looked at her with eyes that still held all the mirth from before, but that were now tinged with sadness. It made the sniper's heart ache. "I know that it can't be like that for us, at least not now anyways – but, if it could be, what would you do?"

The woman thought about it for a moment, staring down at the mug on the table in front of her. The question brought forth a lot of emotions that she didn't feel like sorting through on a night like this, but the earnest look in her General's eyes made it impossible not to answer his question.

"I would probably tell you before I even found out for sure," She answered honestly, turning her amber gaze back to his own. "I don't think I could keep something like that to myself. I couldn't even keep Rebecca's pregnancy a secret from you. I would be so anxious; I'd probably make you go to the doctor with me."

Roy gave her a gentle smile, satisfied with the answer.

"I don't think I could ever willingly bring a child into this world though knowing what I have done," Riza continued quietly, effectively wiping the grin off his face. She regarded him with a dark look. "After taking the lives of children, how could I ever think I deserve to have one?"

The General didn't know what to say to that. Up until now, it wasn't even a question that he had taken the time to ponder. Until the romantic nature of their companionship had come forward, he had been content to remain a bachelor for the rest of his existence. But things had changed and now he didn't really know what to think.

Their relationship had blossomed steadily since 'The Promised Day.' Though there had always been a romantic undertone in the way they interacted with the other, it was much too strong to ignore after they almost lost each other. The Fraternization Laws were still in order, and though, Mustang had it on good authority that Grumman was going to try and abolish them, it didn't change the fact that – what they had right now – was still illegal.

They had been so careful. They only met once a week in one or the other's home and even then, they covered their tracks dutifully. They still had way too much to accomplish to allow an illicit relationship to rip it from their grasp.

Though they both understood the parameters of their relationship, it was not as easy as they had thought it would be to watch their friends openly declare their love for each other and start a family. Despite knowing that she didn't deserve it, Riza couldn't stamp down the ache that resided in her heart at the thought of a small child – half her, half Roy.

By the pained look on his face, she could tell her General felt much the same way.

"Once I'm Fuhrer," Roy cleared his throat, his voice wrought with conviction. At this point, it was a given that he would reach the top. Grumman had told them in no uncertain terms that Mustang was his first choice as a predecessor. Instead of speaking the words with hope, he spoke them now with confidence. "You'll be able to stand by my side, rather than behind me. When that day comes, we will leave it up to fate whether we deserve the simple pleasures of life or not."

The words were much the same as the ones he had said after Grumman's pardoning of them. Though they had been adamant that they wished to be tried for war crimes, both Grumman and the Ishvalan elders had agreed that their rebuilding efforts were enough to clear their names from the death sentence that surely would have hung over their heads otherwise. The only thing that was being asked of them was that they continue to dedicate themselves to Ishval for the rest of their days – a penance that they could very easily accept.

'We've lost too many in the ranks from the fall of Bradley,' Grumman had said, recognizing their looks of disbelief at such a light sentence. 'You two would do more good out leading the efforts to rebuild, than rotting away in some cell below ground. That is one thing the elders and I are in agreeance of.'

Although on paper they had both been forgiven of their sins, it was going to take a little longer for them to fully forgive themselves.

Riza hummed in agreeance – though he could still sense the doubt in her posture.

They sat in silence – satisfied to simply enjoy the presence of the other. These moments were still rare, so they always tried to enjoy them as much as they could.

"It would be nice." Riza said quietly, her eyes never leaving the fire before them.

Roy smiled.

"Yeah, it would be."

[imaginesforyourfandom]

Somewhere - USWNT Imagine

(Y/N) POV:

I groaned as I felt pain shooting throughout my body. I was trying to think really hard about what happened to cause me to get here, but I was coming up with nothing.

“Okay sweetheart…we need you to relax.” I heard someone say as I tried to open my eyes again. I saw multiple people moving around me.

“I don’t think she has any serious injuries, but witnesses say she hit her head pretty hard.” I heard a man say as I closed my eyes at how bright the lights were.

“Okay so potential head injury…someone page Dr. Regan.” A woman who was working next to me. “Hi (Y/N) can you understand me?”

“Yeah…” I said my voice coming out hoarsely as I she gave a small smile. “What happened?”

“You were hit by a car.” She said as I laid there trying to remember if that had actually happened. “It doesn’t seem like you have any serious injuries…but we want to run some tests if that’s alright…”

“Sure…” I mumbled as she then ordered some of the other nurses to do stuff that I couldn’t quite comprehend.

It was another hour before I was sitting in a room by myself. The lights in the room had been dimmed because they had been giving me a really bad headache. I had done some tests, so I was currently waiting for the results to make sure there was no swelling or anything. They had already determined I had a concussion that was a grade 2 based on my symptoms. My arm was determined to be broken so I had it in a sling. My legs were fine thankfully, but I did have a nasty gash on my side from where the car made impact. So, that in turn resulted in a couple broken ribs.

“Hello (Y/N)” I turned to see the nurse who had been in and out coming into my room.

“Hi.” I said with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?”

“Oh, I feel great.” I said a little sarcastically. She gave me a small smile as she seemed to look around for a moment.

“Is there no one here with you?” she asked as I shook my head. “What? No friends?”

“I think calling my friends will only make things worse.” I commented as she shook her head.

“You know it’s surprising how many people actually think that…”

“You don’t know my friends…they are extremely overprotective.”

“Don’t you think they are going to worry about you if you just don’t show up at all or talk to them…?”

“Touché.” I mumbled as I tried to think realistically about if I was able to keep this a secret.

“So, the doctor told me to inform you that you will need to stay overnight just for observation.” I groaned a little earning an amused smile from her. “Yeah, definitely going to have to talk to those friends…”

I nodded my head turning to reach for my phone that was sitting on the table. Luckily, it had not been destroyed in the accident. I had a ton of messages from each of my teammates. I was supposed to arrive to camp today. I had technically, but none of my teammates had been there yet so I went on a walk and ended up in the hospital.

My stuff was there, and I was not so therefore they were worried. It had been hours since I had gone on that walk so, I could only imagine what they were thinking. I bit my lip as I read through the messages. Ash and Pinoe both threatening bodily harm if I don’t answer. Alex, JJ, Christen and them just being worried about my whereabouts. I sighed pressing the call button as I waited for someone to answer.

“I just need to check on your stitches real quick and then I will be done.” The nurse said as I nodded my head.

“Hello! (Y/N) oh my god…are you okay? Where are you?” Alex’s voice floated through the phone as I tried to think of an excuse. There really was no way out of this situation.

“I am…somewhere.” I said as the nurse shot me an amused look.

“What the hell does that mean?” Kelley said as I sighed to myself.

“Why am I on speaker phone?” I asked as I heard a couple groans from them.

“Don’t avoid the question. We are all worried about you. Now, where are you?” Christen asked as I thought about telling the truth. Maybe I could just draw this out and they would give up.

“I am in a place.”

“What’s that beeping noise?” I shot a scowl towards the heart monitor that was beeping very loudly.

“Ow!” I jumped turning towards the Nurse as she gave me an apologetic look. She finished applying a bandage to the wound on my side before turning to exit the room.

“Are you okay?” I heard frantically from various people.

“Okay…I am going to tell you where I am…but you can’t freak out.”

“No promises. Where are you?” Alex said as I sighed again to myself.

“I am in the Hospital.”

“What?”

“Oh my god.”

“Which hospital?”

“What happened?”

“Jesus Christ…” I mumbled as questions were being thrown left and right from all of them.

“One question at a time.” Pinoe said as everyone quieted down. “Which hospital?”

“Is it bad that I don’t actually know?”

“(Y/N)!” Christen yelled as I stared at the phone in shock. She was the last person I expected to yell at me. “Where are you?”

I quickly told them the name of the hospital before they told me they were on the way. It wasn’t long before my door flew open and in came the Calvary of players who immediately flocked to my sides.

Christen occupied one side while Alex was on the other side. They were followed closely by Tobin, Kelley, JJ, Becky, Ash, and the rest of them.

“Oh my god…are you okay? What happened?”

“I was a hit by a car.” I said as they all gave varying degrees of horrified looks.

“WHAT?” I shied away from Kelley’s shout feeling my headache intensify just a little.

Christen immediately glared at the defender running her fingers through my hair slightly. All of them seemed to back off just a little to give me space. I leaned back on the bed as Alex and Christen both occupied the seats on either side of me. Christen was on the side of my uninjured arm so she took my hand and was rubbing soothing circles on it. Alex sat and started talking with Becky and Pinoe about what they should do.

“Do you know what your injuries are?” Becky asked after a moment as I thought about it.

“I have a grade 2 concussion, my arm is broke, and I have a couple broken ribs.” I said as she nodded her head.

“Okay well…at least your legs are okay.” Ash joked as I smiled. She stopped when everyone else glared at her.

The door opened and in walked a doctor and nurse. He gave me a smile as everyone stared at him expectantly.

“Hello (Y/N). How are you feeling?”

“I am about as good as you can guess.” He nodded his head before opening his chart.

“So, all your tests came back and it seems you’ll be fine. It doesn’t appear that there are any long-lasting injuries to be worried about. I still want to keep you overnight just for observation, but you should be free to go tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

After that, he talked for a few more minutes before exiting the room. I sat there talking with everyone for a little bit before they decided it was time for them to go. This then led to an argument about who was going to stay with me overnight. Mostly everyone gave up when Alex and Christen started arguing with JJ and Kelley about which one of the four of them deserved to stay.

“You pick” Becky said after a moment while staring at me.

“What?”

“You’re the one who is stuck here. So, you pick who gets to stay with you.” I stared at her for a moment as everyone stared at me expectantly.

“So, you guys are going to rock paper scissors on this.” I said as they groaned but quickly started doing it.

JJ ultimately won after beating Christen who had beaten Alex. They each said their goodbyes before taking their exit. JJ took a seat next to me as she took my hand in hers and rubbed it softly.

“You had us worried sick.” I frowned at her taking note of the serious expression on her face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Had I known this is what was going to happen…”

“I know…I’m sorry it happened to you. You don’t deserve this.”

“Thanks.”

“You’ll get better though. I believe in you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“The whole team is behind you.” She commented as I nodded my head.

“Yeah I know…I told the nurse that I didn’t want to call you guys at first because you are so overprotective.”

“I know, but its because we care so much about you.” She intertwined our fingers as I smiled.

“I care about you guys too.” We stared at each other for a moment before she let go of my hand and leaned back in the chair she was occupying.

“You should get some rest.” She said as I nodded my head.

“Thanks for being here Julie.” I said as she smiled at me.

“I’ll always be there for you.” She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading into the bathroom. I smiled as I felt myself begin to drift off into sleep. My teammates are insane but I am forever grateful for them.

The End.

[btsmutimagines]

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A/N: It’s 2020 and I still haven’t gotten my shit together but I wanted to write something for Hobi’s birthday... 

Word Count: 2.1K

You snuggled into your blankets, glad to be in your warm bed before you heard footsteps. Before you could react, your best friend was laying on top of you.

“Jesus, Mina, get off me!”

“Hm?”

“Off.” You repeated with a shove in her side which she recoiled in response. She got up, you let out a huff. Could you not have a moment of peace?!

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t hide in your bed all day.”

“I just got here.”

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“No.”

“Y/N!” She whined, tugging on your blankets and you held on for dear life.

“Mina, just go with Jihyo or Jiwon or Yoorim.”

“Jihyo’s with her boyfriend, Jiwon has her art meet and Yoorim is sick.”

“Lucky them.” You muttered under your breath, feeling a hard tug on your blankets again.

“Look, we could just swipe through Tinder and-”

“I’m not going on Tinder, Mina.”

“You can’t just hide from the world forever, you gotta put yourself out there. Plus, it’s ladies' night so free drinks, girl!”

“Fine but no Tinder.”

“Fine, you’ll just be my wing woman.” She hopped back on your bed, sitting next to you as you sat up to glance at her screen. The familiar flame appeared on screen before the home page, you noticed she had a few messages already and was swiping through a few.

“Isn’t he cute?”

“Yeah but why is he lip pouting like Kylie Jenner?” Mina giggled, swiping left on him and you watched as she liked a few before picking a guy the two of you could agree on.

“That’s the best line he could think of?”

“What? I think it’s cute.”

“‘Hey Mina, you must be what I’m searching for because you autocomplete me’ How corny.”

“You know how much I’m into puns. He’s a man after my heart.”

“And what’s the success rate of Tinder again?”

“Hey, don’t knock since you won’t try it.”

“Whatever.”

“Alright, get dressed. We got a bar to go!”

“Why do I let you convince me into stuff like this?”

                            ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

You walked into the bar, linked arms with Mina as she scoped the room for her date and tugged your arm when she spotted him.

“There he is and he’s better looking in person.”

“That’s a first.” She elbowed you, you grinning cheekily as the two of your approached him.

“Seungwoo!” Mina said, the man looking over in your direction as the two of you stopped short in front of the table.

“M-Mina? And you brought a friend?”

“I hope you don’t mind, she need to get out the house. But don’t worry about it, she’ll do her own thing.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He placed a hand out to shake to which you politely shook before sliding into the booth.

“Yoo Seungwoo.” Mina was in her flirty mode, grabbing Seungwoo’s attention while you sat next to them.

You found solace in your phone, scrolling through Instagram and seeing Yoorim on your feed.

Yeah, she was clearly so sick. What with all the smoke and alcohol around her, of course she was sick! You sarcastically thought to yourself, still liking her post as you scrolled past it. It felt endless, seeing people you know post pictures from the same party or making posts about missing whatever vacation they had last summer.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to dance a bit, don’t run out on me.”

“Yeah, sure.” You said, not looking away from your phone as she walked away with Seungwoo.

While tapping your fingers against the table, you began to watch people around the bar. A drunk group of friends were loudly rambling at the tv while the bartender cleaned up some glasses. You glanced at Mina and Seungwoo dancing with each other while Mina was laughing at something that was being whispered in her ear and other couples were dancing around them.

You were kind of glad it seemed to be going well for them, although you would never say that to Mina. She’ll never let you live that down.

You were kind of glad it seemed to be going well for them, although you would never say that to Mina. She’ll never let you live that down.

You leaned over on the table, crossing your arms and resting your head between as you watched the pair dance.

How come it was so easy for her? She’s always having fun, dancing around someone new and never been tied down to anything serious. She never hurts because she knows it’s temporary, there’s no commitment.

In your brief daze, you noticed they moved to making out with each other. Clearly in disregard to anyone around them.

Maybe it’s because you don’t have to search for a forever, maybe it’s okay to be ‘right now’.

You picked up your phone, opening it to the App Store and searching for the accursed app. It was a blur how fast it appeared on your home screen and you signed up, immediately seeing a face on your screen.

You began swiping through countless faces, a few that matched with you talked to you for a bit before you became disinterested and left it short.

Until you laid eyes on a face you knew all too well. Those same light brown hair, slightly parted to reveal his forehead. The same lips curled into a smile. Those same almond-shaped eyes with the distracting chocolate eyes.

Hoseok.

He was on here already? Is he nearby? The radius wasn’t set too far out and you shouldn’t be surprised. It’s not like he left the city just because the two of you broke up.

Right. He’s moving on and so should you. You were about to swipe left on him when a drunk woman bumped into your elbow, causing you to swipe right on him.

“No!”

“Shit, sorry girl.” She giggled as she walked away and you shot her retreating figure a glare. Mina and Seungwoo were walking to you, you trying to hide the fact you were actually on the stupid app.

“Missed us?”

“Not at all.”

“You’re so mean, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Right, the reason we came over here!” She clapped her hands as if the thought came back to her by doing so.

“Me and Seungie were talking about this diner on the other side of town and-”

“It’s okay if you go, Mina. Just come home before 2.”

“Gosh, you’re the best wing woman ever.” She hopped in your lap, giving you a hug before she took Seungwoo’s hand. The two of them practically ran out of the bar, mostly Mina pulling him along and you sighed to yourself.

The sound of a notification went off and you unlocked your phone to see Hoseok matched with you and was typing.

Holy shi-

Hey.

What the hell do you say back to that? Do you just explain that it was all a mistake? And why is he so nonchalant about matching with you? You two are exes, not just a bunch of old friends.

I didn’t think I would see you here. You bit your lip, waiting for his reply and staring at your screen.

Neither did I

What?

Meant you were never the type to be looking for hookups.

I guess you don’t know me as well as you thought.

Y/N, you didn’t match with me to rehash the past, did you?

There he goes again. It’s the same old shit with him, everything is alright before someone starts pointing fingers.

Rehash the past? We broke up a month ago for your information, asshole! I should know better since you’re already on here looking for someone else.

Yeah and what about you, huh? Last time I checked this isn’t ‘Friender’

Maybe I needed an escape. But then I find you here. I didn’t match with you on purpose, it was a goddamn mistake. But I guess I’m not allowed to make mistakes either, right? I’m Miss Perfect, remember?

Y/N.

Let’s stop talking, that’s the way it was and should be.

You closed the app, turning off its notifications and walking over to the bar.

“Rough night.”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“Yeah, saw your friend run off with that dude a few minutes ago.”

“Lucky her, right.”

“If anything, sweetheart, you’re going to find someone that will hold you tight and never let go.”

“Thanks, I guess. A screwdriver, please.” You weren’t driving home anyways, it didn’t matter how many time you felt the same burning in your throat as you down glasses.

It felt like the more you drank, the less you remembered.

It was better to forget. Remembering hurts more.

Y/N.

Y/N.

Y/N, you need to wake up. You’re not dead, are you?

“Could you quit yapping? I’m trying to sleep.”

“Still as cranky as I remember.”

“Wait…” You opened your eyes, seeing Hoseok standing in front of you.

“What the fuck?! Did you kidnap me?”

“W-What, no. I’ve been messaging you and you wouldn’t answer and then this bartender was like ‘could you please come to get her’ so I did.”

“Why would you do that?”

“What, do you expect me to just leave your drunk ass alone? And Mina wasn’t answering my calls either. I brought you home instead.” That wrench. She’s totally getting it from you tomorrow.

“Then why are you still here?”

“Because you could choke on your vomit and I’m guessing you still want to live?”

“Job’s done. You can go now.”

“No ‘thank you, Hoseok for taking care even though you shouldn’t have’?”

“You really shouldn’t have, Hoseok.”

“But I did.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Don’t do that again. I don’t want you to get hurt or something…”

“Hoseok.”

“Why were you on Tinder anyway?”

“Why does it matter to you? Maybe it was the same reason as you.”

“Never thought you would look there, always thought you would go to those lame matchmaking parties.”

“Didn’t you used to do that?”

“Yeah, when I was desperate and before I met-”

“Anyways, it’s so nice for you to come by. It’s time for you to go.” You got up from the couch, putting your hands on his chest to give him a slight shove but he grabbed your hands.

“I wasn’t looking for anyone.” He held them to your side, letting go of them.

“What are you talking about now?”

“I mean at first I did but the more I kept matching with all kinds of girls, the more I realized that I wasn’t going to find you.”

“Hoseok, why are you-”

“Because I missed you. And I knew you wouldn’t answer me if I called or texted. But then you matched with me and I could feel the hurt you’re still holding onto when you typed.”

“It was a mistake.”

“Not to me. I wished that someway, somehow I would get my chance.”

“Hoseok.” Here he was, saying all the words you want to hear. Conveying all the emotions that you wish he would show if you met him again. But why? Why was your mind holding you back from the one who could make your heart race, your head spin and set your body ablaze with a mere touch of your hand?

“I’m scared.” You whispered into the empty air, knowing saying those words would only actualize the fear.

“Am I too. Can’t we be brave together?”

“You’re so cheesy.”

“Only for you.”

“God, knock it off.”

“Are you giving me a chance?”

“Come on, Y/N?” He began pouting and stomping a bit, gosh you almost forgot how easy it is for him to switch between serious and childish.

“Alright, fine.”

“Then it’s alright if I do this?”

“Hos-” He pulled in for a kiss, his familiar cherry lips overwhelm your senses with how soft his lips were. Were they always this soft? How could you not remember a sensation so mesmerizing as his plush lips?

It was shorter than you liked.

“I just really wanted to do that.”

“My turn.” You pulled him by his jacket, bringing the two of you close enough to kiss. Teasing him a bit with the slight brush of your lips before he pressed his arm around your back to lean you into him, your lips meeting his once again.

Again, you let yourself melt in the sweet tangy kiss he shared with you. The comfort of his broad arms wrapped around you right was an irreplaceable feeling that you could muster up enough words to describe how good it felt to be like this again.

“I love you.”

[bruh-haikyuu]

Yes I have been waiting for this day 😭😭 can I request some angst(is that how you spell it lol) for oikawa and kuroo where their S/O recieve a message from their ex saying that if they dont break up with the them they will cause them harm the s/o breaks up with them but doesn't tell anyone you decide if its going to be a happy ending or not also I dont know what would fit this request I was think scenario but it's up to you I hope you have a good day and keep up the amazing writing 💖💖💖💖

A/N: o shit damn this is going to hurt to write bUT IM EXCITED ANYWAY BECAUSE PAIN IS GREAT

Also I’ll write this in two parts; one for Oikawa and one for Kuroo because I feel like they deserved two individual posts. Have a great week anon! Thank you for requesting

Kuroo’s Version: here

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. It hurts me to see you with another man.”

You could only stare at your phone in silence as terror drains the color from your cheeks. He was back. He shouldn’t be back. He couldn’t be back.

“Don’t you miss me too, Y/N?”

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, your wrists threatening to collapse at the flash-flood from your past. “Please leave me alone.”

“Oh.”

You heard the sound of shattering glass in your head, like you had just cut off the wrong wire and set off a bomb. Then the stream of texts continued.

“I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. I’ll admire you from far away. Anything. But will that bastard do the same?

He can’t love you like I do. He could never.

Oikawa Tooru. Age 18. One older sister. Date of birth July 20, 2000. Lives in Kurihara-shi near the postal office with his parents. Attends Aoba Johsai High School, Class 3-6.

Him. Don’t you want to keep him safe, Y/N?”

internecine. | oikawa tooru

warnings: blackmail, angst

word count: 1154

(n.) mutually destructive

“Y/N-chan~ what’s with all the rush? Are we playing a game of tag you never told me about?”

Your obnoxious boyfriend (plus a gaggle of giggling girls sneaking up on him behind a pillar) trailed at your frenzied footsteps on the midday after that. You still haven’t told him yet. No, you weren’t even planning to tell him anything about it. You were already scared enough about it, and you didn’t want to burden Oikawa after his defeat by Shiratorizawa.

“Am I ‘it’?”

“Tooru.” You finally turned around, meeting him with dead-cold eyes. Those eyes and the way his name rolled off your tongue was enough to keep his advances at bay. “C-can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Eyes peering over the slope of his shoulders, your glare drilled a hole through the girls still watching from the nearby pillar. Without much consideration, you took the initiative to grab his unsuspecting hand and made a run for it.

Locking the classroom door behind you, your body slumped against the wooden frame, exhausted from all the extra cardio. You’re very much aware how short it would take for Oikawa’s fangirls to locate you; they were amazing in an unconventional way. There wasn’t going to be much time to spare to what you were going to tell him.

But how were you going to tell him?

“Hey, Tooru. My obsessive, pain-in-the-ass ex-boyfriend somehow found my phone number and he’s threatening to dump you into the ocean if I ignore him.”

You sighed. And you called yourself ‘creative’…

“Geez, Y/N… I knew you were one for games, but at least you gotta tell me what we’re playing.”

You almost forgot your boyfriend stood before you, arms crossed, a serious look dabbling across his features. “Is there something wrong, Y/N-chan?”

A lump of doubt rose in your throat, the truth threatening to spill out of your mouth. You couldn’t tell him. Not now at least. Maybe not ever. If you told him, you knew he’d try to spur up some bold solution that’d end up in some hot mess. Sure, the previous messes were fine to begin with, but this was your ex-boyfriend in question. Your obsessive, pain-in-the-ass ex-boyfriend. Were you really going to risk Tooru for the truth? What would become of him in the end?

“I-I…” you struggled, gaze fixed onto the wooden slats of the floor.

“…”

“I want to br-break up. I-I don’t think we’re going to work out…”

“……”

Say something, you idiot. You were quick to notice the brightness in Oikawa’s eyes disappear, like stars fading away at the wake of daylight. It was for the best, you repeated to yourself. For Tooru. There was no need for you to grovel in your despair.

“I can fix it, Y/N. Tell me how to fix it so…” he finally spoke, desperation clinging onto his pleas, “…s-so I can keep liking you…”

Your lips fell into a flat line, trembling at the sorry soul that was Aoba Johsai’s prized Oikawa Tooru. You wanted to cry, kneel with him on the ground, embrace him like nothing would ever come between the two of you. You wanted to tell him, I’m doing this to protect you! or I don’t want you to get hurt. But you left. It was the only thing you could do anyway.

“Y/N! Wait, please! I-I…”

His cries dissolved into white noise as your feet carried you out of the classroom, bringing Oikawa Tooru’s sure survival along with you.

Were you really going to end it like this? Letting the bad guy get what he wanted? You knew this wasn’t a shoujo manga, it was a seriously dangerous situation and submerging Oikawa deeper into your past wasn’t going to cauterize any wound.

Now, walking down the school halls led you into a cesspool of bitterness—where Oikawa wept, the entire student body wept with him. They made a point to even make sure you overheard their whispers under any circumstances. This was your punishment and you were willing to accept it.

For Tooru, you breathed, catching a glimpse of a trio of students sporting the Volleyball Club jacket talking quietly amongst themselves near the student restrooms. You recognized one of them as Iwaizumi, Oikawa’s childhood friend who probably would be able to take care of him without you.

“I don’t think we’ll structurally survive with the Captain’s emotional state,” one first year muttered. “H-he’s been pushing himself to the limit lately, I’m worried about him.”

“Geez, I haven’t seen him sulk like this since Shiratorizawa last term…” a pink-haired third year sighed, scratching the back of his neck gruffly. “Kindaichi’s right. Prelimins is in a few weeks, if he keeps all this stress training up then…”

“Then we support him,” Iwaizumi finally spoke.

Both the players and you perked up at his statement. Edging closer to the wall, you made sure the three didn’t catch you slipping your ears into their conversation.

“Oikawa’s a mess right now and our focus shouldn’t be on the cause nor the effect. We’re Aoba Johsai’s trustworthy volleyball team; our focus now should be Preliminaries,” he continued.

“I know Oikawa knows his boundaries as well as his priorities. I trust that he does. That’s why we can’t falter in front of him.”

Trust. It was something you always gave to others. You trusted your parents with your existence. You trusted your teachers with your goals. You trusted Oikawa with your entire living breath.

But you never let anyone give that trust to you.

Was it why you left? It was a merciless act of mercy after all. Not all sweet things can be painless.

Detaching yourself from the comforts of the concrete wall, you and Iwaizumi locked gazes before you walked off into your uncertain future.

One last message. You told yourself. And through your eyes, you told Iwaizumi Hajime:

“Take good care of Tooru for me.”

[suhglow]

Anything for You | Mark Lee | Part 2

Part 2/3 // Read part 1 here

Pairing // Mark Lee + Reader

Genre // Smut, Angst

Word Count // 4.4K

Song Rec // feelings are fatal by mxmtoon, You by Alextbh, when the party’s over by Billie Eilish

Warnings // plot, use of alcohol, sexual content, sad shit

Summary // You’re worried your feelings could be fatal for others you care about. But, the feelings are too good, however, all good things must come to an end.

It had been two weeks since Mark buried himself in you for the first time. Since then, your make-out sessions tend to escalate quickly. Once you broke the seal, it seems like you two can't keep your hands off each other. As much as you wanted to spend the night in Mark's bed watching movies, you had to reserve the night for your friends. Nayeon invited the girls over for a self-care sleepover, something cute and simple. You sat on a barstool across the counter from Yeri, sharing a bowl of chocolate covered almonds, discussing the state of music right now.

"All I'm saying is, that song needs to come to an end. It's so annoying," she spat in disgust.

"I don't know, there something charming about it. It's annoying but it's nice to see something everyone innocently loving it?"

"You're so cheesy."

You playfully rolled your eyes before popping another chocolate in your mouth.

"___," Yeri's tone a little more serious.

"Hmm?" Your ears perked up.

"I can't stop thinking about Mark. Since the party, I've been thinking about it."

Your heart sank once again. You didn't know what to say so you stayed quiet which wasn't like you. You usually were one to give advice instantly, always wanting to help a friend out. But, this time you were at a loss. What could you say that would be healing to either of you?

"I keep thinking about when we would hang out all the time when we'd go to the park and just talk on the swings at night. Like it sounds stupid, it happened so long ago, but I can't stop thinking about it. I still feel…things for that stupid fat head. I hate it. I hate that he told me liked spending time with me, that he liked me. I hate that I didn't do anything then, how things just ended."

"Yeri," you place your hand on hers trying to calm her. The more she talked about, the more upset she became.

"I just…want to stop feeling like this. I want to get over it, but I still love him."

You started to tear up, hearing her like this. You felt like in a way you were hurting her. She didn't know, but it still felt like you were keeping her away from being happy.

"I'm sorry Yeri."

"It's okay, dude. I just needed to tell someone, I don't need advice right now, just for someone to listen. You know?"

You nodded, still holding on tight to her hand.

"Shit, I need to go to the bathroom real quick," she says dabbing her eyes. Once she excuses herself you rest your head on the cool countertop.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

At a moment like this, you shouldn't want to go to the boy that you friend just confessed her love for, but Mark made you forget things like.

 can you pick me up for a bit? i want to see you:(

 yeah, i'll be there in a few. you're at nayeon's right?

 yeah

 You sigh again, "Fuck, ___." Maybe you shouldn't have texted Mark, how did you plan on slipping out for a while. You go to one of the bedrooms to find your bag and keys, waiting until Mark lets you know he's outside. You find Joy in the living room with some of the girls, wine glass in hand.

"Joy, I forgot something at home, I'll be right back if anyone asks," you whisper to her.

"Oh, okay. Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, it's okay!"

As you walk towards the door, Yeri catches you.

"Where'd you go? Wait where are you going?"

"Sorry I'll be back I just have to run to my house real quick."

"Oh, okay."

You give a brief smile, slipping out the front door. You walk out looking for Mark's car until you look a little down the street and see it in front of one of the neighbors' houses.

 "Thanks, I can't be gone for long but I just wanted to see you," you lean over giving him a peck on the lips.

"Is everything okay," he questions as he pulls into the street.

"Yeah," you nod. Obviously it wasn't but why would you tell Mark any of this.

Mark heads out of the neighborhood and finds a parking lot nearby. You two sit there silent at first.

"Are you sure you're okay? You're being really quiet."

You look to him, the parking lot light highlighting half of his face.

"Yeah, I just missed you." You give him another kiss, your tongue grazing his bottom lip until his lips part. He tasted like candy, sour patch kids specifically. His hand found its way to your side before slipping into the front of your pants. You pull back,  a little spit connecting you two. His lips wet and a little plumped.

"Mark, it's okay," you pull his hand out.

"Sorry."

You give him a smile before kissing him again.

"It's okay. Thanks again for coming to get me. I hope I didn't pull you away from anything."

"Nah, I was just hanging out with some of the guys. It's not a big deal." You nod.

"Do you think it's strange how we've known each other for this long and just now started…dating?" You ask. Were you two dating?

"I mean, things happen for a reason. I think this happened when it was supposed to. Matter fact of dating, can I take you on an actual date? I mean movie dates at our houses are nice and all, but I wanna take you to dinner or something," he lets out. You rest your hand on his.

"I know. I wanna go on actual dates too. We can do something soon."

"Good. I'll have it all planned out, baby," he smiles.

"Baby…"

"Stop," he shies away again. "Let me call you cute names without you teasing me!"

You laugh at how flustered he gets, "Sorry, I'm just not used to it yet. But I love when you call me baby." You reconnect your lips, tasting the sweet candy on his tongue again. Kissing Mark was timeless, you didn't think so much time had passed until your phone rang.

 "Are you okay? You've been gone for like 45 minutes."

"Yeah I'm good, I got caught up talking to my mom about something, but I'm heading back now."

"Okay, just checking. I'll see you soon?"

"See you soon."

 You sighed as you hung up

"Who was it?"

"Joy, I guess I should get back."

Mark nodded, starting the car.

 As he pulls up to the curb, you thank Mark again and give him one last kiss.

"Bye, baby," you smirk as you pull away.

"Bye," he blushes.

 You walk back in and find Joy leaning against the wall, waiting for you.

"What are you doing?" You look at her. She takes a sip of her wine and eyes you.

"Come with me." You blindly follow her until you're in the guest room.

"___, I can't believe you lied to me," she pouts.

"What do you mean?"

"Bitch, I have your location. I know you didn’t go home. Why were you in an Ikea parking lot for like half an hour?"

"You spied on me?"

"I just checked, saw you were there, checked back and you were still there. Plus I looked outside your car was still there."

"___, you dumb bitch," you huff to yourself.

"Yeah, it's not your best work," Joy giggled. It was eating at you. You had to tell someone and why not confide in Joy.

"I need to tell you something."

Joy nodded for you to go on. You took a deep breath, you were probably being dramatic, but it couldn't be helped.

"I was with Mark, he picked me up."

"Is he okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah, but he picked me up because…we're seeing each other."

Joy's eyes lit up a little, "Seeing like dating?"

"Yes," you said quietly.

"OH my god, why would you hide something like that? Aww ___ and Mark. Wait, does Yeri know about it?"

"Of course not, you're the only one that knows now. But, do you see the issue?"

"What happened with them is in the past, hun."

"Is it? Because literally an hour ago Yeri told me how she's not over Mark. And you hear her when she's drunk. She told me all of this stuff, and what do I do as a best friend? I go off and see him."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Like almost two months?" you think back.

"___, you kept this away from everyone for two months?"

"Yes, but for a good reason." Joy blinks in disbelief. "We also had sex," you rush out.

Joy's eyes grew wide, "You lost your virginity and you didn't think to tell your best friends?"

"Joy, I wanted to tell you guys so bad. It's so hard going through all of this and not sharing it with my best friends," you whine.

You two stood there silently, waiting for the other to speak first. So finally you break the silence.

"Joy, I don't know what to do. I really like Mark, but I feel bad because of Yeri."

"Well, you guys like each other right? You deserve to be happy. I’ve never seen you date or even remotely have a serious crush. I don’t want you to throw this away. I get you're worried about Yeri, but maybe talk to her about it."

"I don't think you get it. She still loves him. I can't do that, it'll break her heart."

"Shit, I don't know then. I mean I would talk to her, but ultimately it's up to you."

"Please don't tell her or anyone."

"I promise," she pulls you into a hug. "Stop keeping so many secrets from me, you know I love you."

"I love you too," you muffle into her shoulder.

 You two return to the rest of the girls, who were getting ready to turn on a movie, some preparing snacks, some setting up a big comfy sitting area. You walk into the kitchen where Yeri is baking s'mores.

"Dude, You've been gone forever."

"I know, sorry I got caught up with something."

 You didn't plan on saying anything tonight, you just wanted to think on it. Think about your friendship with Yeri, how strong it was. Plus, your relationship with Mark, it was new, but you can't stop thinking about how happy you were with him.

 •••

 You being the person you are, you thought about your situation. Mapped it out, wrote it down, all the pros and cons. Pros of staying with Mark and telling your friends: you're happy, mark's happy, cute dates, no more hiding, things can be normal. Cons: Yeri might be so pissed she never talks to you again. Or Yeri pretends she's okay with it and slowly cuts you out of her life. Maybe you were being a little paranoid. Just a little. Pros of ending things with Mark before it got too serious: Yeri doesn't get hurt by your betrayal, Mark might even be okay. Things are new he might get over it quickly, but will you? Cons: you'll break your own heart, but at this point, you'd rather hurt yourself than your best friend. You know you're strong enough to let go of a boy. But, you don't know if you can let go of your best friend of 6 years. But, what if Mark gets upset. Or what if things are awkward with him afterward. But ultimately your main concern was protecting Yeri and your friendship.

 It hasn't even been that serious. It's only been 2 months. I guess 2 months is a good amount of time. But, not long enough for him to take it hard, right? Mark is a cute guy, he'll get over it and find someone else. Fuck, I don't want to see him with someone else. That's probably how Yeri feels. If she ever saw us together she'd probably hate me, or at least the idea of us. I can hold off for a while? Maybe Yeri will be happy that I'm happy. But she's really emotional. This fucking sucks.

 Laying on your bed, you stare at the ceiling, thinking things through. You let out a huff as you pull yourself up when there's a soft knock on your door. You call for whoever to come in and to your surprise, a Mark Lee pops his head in.

 "What are you doing here?" You ask, trying to carefully clean up your pile of problem-solving notes so he won't notice them.

"I just thought we could hang out until we meet up with the others later," he quickly closes the door behind him.

"Oh, you should of texted me," you say, accepting his hello kiss. Mark plops down on the bed, resting his head in your lap. He looks up at you giving his cute-as-always smile, "Sorry, I wanted to surprise you."

"And what if I was busy doing something?" You start running your fingers through his hair, intertwining your free hand with his.

"Sounds kind of hot," he hums closing his eyes. You lightly hit his chest, causing him to laugh.

"Shut up, you're not funny."

"You're laughing!"

"That's not even what I meant like I could have been running errands, or I don't know…"

"Taking a shower?" he interrupts.

"What's wrong with you, Lee? Instead of beating around the bush, just tell me why you're actually here," you playfully pinch his cheek.

"I'm here because," he gets up, now inches away from your face, "I wanted to see you…and maybe, I don't know, I just wanted to…"

"To?"

"Mess around?"

"You're so awkward, but you're so damn cute," you pull him on top of you, as you lay down, pressing your lips to his.

 You go to unbutton his pants, but he quickly stops you.

“Wait, I've been wanting to do this. Just lay back?”

You nod and follow his request.

"You're always so eager to please," you smirk.

"Well you always take care of others, I figured you should be cared for now," he says as he climbs between your legs.

Mark hesitantly starts to pull your shorts down as your heart rate picks up. He looks up at you with innocent eyes before pulling your underwear down too. He bites his bottom lip as he eyes your pussy.

"Wait!"

His head shoots up. You reach over for your phone, putting some music on.

"I don't need my brother hearing anything."

"Oh, your mom was the one who let me in."

"That's even worse."

Mark lightly chuckled, "Sorry."

 Once the music starts, Mark's attention goes back to your bare pussy. He wets his lips before placing a kiss on your clit sending chills through your body. He continues kissing and lightly sucking the sensitive bud. Finally, he starts licking long strides up your pussy, licking up all your wetness. You arch your back, trying not to moan loudly. Your hands find their way to his head, running your fingers to move his hair out of his eyes. His gaze shifts up to you.  You feel his tongue glide in between your folds, before returning back to your clit. He inserts a finger in you still working his tongue.

"Fuck," you try to whisper. He inserts another finger, moving them in and out. You roll your hips into him, bringing your legs up. You didn't know what your body was trying to do. It felt like since you could make much noise, your body responded forcefully. His fingers speed up as he keeps sucking on your clit. His round eyes stare at you making you whine quietly. His fingers curl against the perfect spot, creating blissful friction. It felt amazing, his soft lips on you with his slender fingers in you. The way he curls and wiggles his finger against your g-spot cause your brows to furrow and your jaw to slack open. Nothing but breathy groans coming out as you grab for the sheets. "Fuck, fuck, fuck Mark," you can't help but whisper like a mantra as you cum. He slows down but doesn't stop as your hips buck forward for the sensitivity. He finally lets up as you try to catch your breath. Propping yourself up on your elbows you look at him, still between your thighs, his lips and chin wet.

 "Did that feel good?"

"Yes, pretty baby," you smile.

He blushes at the name, "Why pretty?"

"Because you look so pretty right now."

"Oh," his cheekbones unable to lower from his grin. "When you said my name like that it was really hot."

"I wish I didn't have to hold back, that was so good," you sigh laying back down. Mark crawls up next to you kissing you. His tongue pushing its way to yours. You could taste yourself, which you didn't mind. Mark's hand was back on your bare core, running in between your folds. The wetness coating his fingers. You could feel his hard-on through his pants, poking your leg.

"You taste so good, just like I thought you would," he whispers.

"When are you gonna let me taste you?" you tease.

"Shit, do we have time now?"

"I don't care if we do or not," you eagerly move to your knees. Mark looks stunned, "Oh okay." He sits up, leaning against your headboard. You pull his pants down and bring his boxers along with them. His dick pops up, desperate to be touched. You kneel in front of him, bending down to gently kiss the tip. You softly press your tongue, bringing your lips to wrap around the head, sucking lightly.

"Oh my god," Mark moans rather loudly. You quickly cover his mouth. "Shut up," you quietly laugh. Mark nods as you remove your hand. You hate he couldn't be louder because the noises he made were so pretty.

 You return your attention back to his needy cock, using your hand to pump it a couple times before wrapping your lips around him again. Slowly you start to bob your head. Mark tries his best to keep quiet, letting out breathy moans. The sound making you moan too, sending vibrations to him. You slack your jaw, attempting to get all of him in your mouth. You feel his tip in the back of your throat, making you choke a little. You let up, allowing your hand to stroke his cock so you can catch your breath.

 "Shit," Mark curses as spurts of cum shoot up. You smile widely, still pumping his dick seeing how much more will come out. His body contracts and he goes to stop your hand from causing any more friction. You finally let go, and bend closer licking up a bit of the sticky liquid.

"You made more of a mess than I thought."

"Sorry I came fast," he mumbles embarrassingly.

"Don't be. That was sexy."

You come up, grabbing him by the back of his neck, bringing his lips to yours.

"We should probably clean up," you say against his lips.

"What time is it?"

"Almost 7, but I want to shower before I go to Joy's. And no, you cannot join. Not yet," you tease.

"That's a promising yet, and I’m looking forward to that yet," Mark smirks.

"Yeah, whatever," you playfully roll your eyes. "Just get yourself cleaned up."

 •••

 Somehow meeting at Joy's to watch your weekly show turned into piling into a car and going to the store. You guys walked around, occasionally stopping to look at something. A jacket caught Jungwoo's eye and he pulled for Joy to follow him. You, Yeri, and Mark followed behind laughing about some tweet Yeri saw. Mark, walking in between you two, swings his arms up to hang over the both of your shoulders. You don't think much of it until you glance and catch Yeri staring up at Mark. The look in her eyes felt familiar. The same way you felt with Mark. You could see the twinkling in her eyes when she looked at him. Mark was still oblivious, just looking ahead trying to convince Jungwoo to buy the jacket. There was no way you could take that light away from Yeri. Just looking at her made you feel heavy. You couldn't let it continue like this. As you all keep walking, you're luckily able to pull Joy to the side while the others are busy playing with the kids' toys.

"Joy, there's a problem."

"What now?"

"Yeri, the way she looks at Mark."

"What do you mean?"

"She just looks so…soft?"

"I haven't noticed. Honestly, I've been looking at you two. You guys are so cute," she giggles causing you to blush,

"Stop," you playfully hit her. "But seriously, when I look at her it makes me feel bad. I think I'm gonna break up with Mark."

"What? No," Joy jumps!

"Joy, I have to."

"No, you don't. Breaking up with him doesn’t mean he's going to fall in love with Yeri."

"You're right."

"You just need to talk to her."

"Tonight?"

Joy nods a yes.

"Do you think it's the right time?" you question.

"Of course! You can tell her when we go back to my place after the guys leave. Don't worry, I'll be there."

"Shit, I'm really nervous. I just don't want her to hate me."

"Things will be fine."

"When you say that, I get more nervous," you sigh.

 You guys eventually return to Joy's, finally watching the episode. The boys had left afterward, leaving you with Yeri and Joy.

"Why are you so quiet tonight, ___?" Yeri teased.

"Um, I…," your heart started running wild. "Yeri, I need to tell you something. I understand if you're pissed at me, but please just hear me out."

Yeri cocked her head back, "You're making me nervous. What is it?"

Joy sat quietly, just watching. You glance at her and she gives you a supportive smile.

"I…I'm dating," you slowly say. You can see her face start to light up until she looks completely shocked as you finish your sentence.

"You're…" she begins. She looks down, trying to process it before putting on an obviously fake smile. "You're dating Mark. Mark Lee. That's great!"

"I'm so sorry, Yeri."

"For what? There's nothing wrong with that," the anger in her voice becoming more apparent as she keeps rambling. "I mean other than the fact you've been lying to me. I mean like how long has this even been going on?"

"Two months," you whisper.

"Two months? Wow, good for you," she stands up. "And did you know about this?" she turns to Joy.

"I only just told her, don't be mad at her you can be mad at me."

"I'm not fucking mad! Why would I be? Because you literally decided to date the ONE boy I've ever let my guard down for?" she yells! You feel your eyes start to well up. "I mean seriously! The least you could have done is fucking let me know."

"Yeri," Joy calls, "please, at least stop yelling."

"Why should I? I can't believe you, ___. I trusted you. I told you so much. Even the other week! You never told me," Yeri cried!

"I'm sorry, Yeri," is all you could say.

"Sorry that you took Mark or that you lied?"

"Goddammit, Yeri. I know you're pissed but obviously, she's upset about it. Look, this has been eating at her," Joy spoke up.

"Whatever. I'll fucking get over it, right?" She grabs her keys and coat before storming out without another word. As soon as the door slams shut, your eyes go on autopilot and blind your sight with tears. Everything escalated so fast, and what you feared, happened. Joy sits on her bed, silent. She didn't know what to say and neither did you.

 •••

 Once the weekend came, you still didn't feel better. Yeri still hadn't said a word to you. She wouldn't text the group chat, and the most you heard is she talked to Joy the next day. You had given yourself time to think. You didn't text or call her, you just wanted to give her space for now. You knew she would be upset, but you didn't think she would yell at you like that. "Stole." She said you stole Mark.

  You stare blankly at the TV. You weren't sure what Mark put on, but nothing interested you at the moment.

"So, I was thinking next Friday we could go to that restaurant in the arts district everyone talks about, it's kind of expensive but I've been getting really good hours this week," Mark rambled. You looked at up him, tucked into his side. You unlatch yourself, sitting up.

"Mark, I've been meaning to talk to you, but I don't think it's a good idea we keep doing this."

His face fell almost immediately.

"What do you mean?" he questions as he swings himself forward.

"I just don't think we should keep seeing each other like this."

"But, why?" Mark voice cracked like he was already about to cry. You didn't think he would take it so hard.

"I just don't see us working out," you say, avoiding his face.

"___, I don't get it. I thought we were good." You close your eyes trying not to cry.

He wasn't supposed to take it this hard.

"We're still good. But, just not like this. Things can still be good though, as friends."

Mark sat there for a moment, you didn't know what was going through his mind.

"I don't get it. Are you scared of the future? Why do you even care about then when it's working now?"

"I just don't see the point when I know it won't end well," you try to push through the knot in your throat.

"Just tell me if you don't like me anymore. You can tell me, it'd make more sense," he stands up,

You finally look at him, you both have tears in your eyes.

"It's not like that."

"Fuck, ___," he huffed out. "I don't know what to do."

"Mark, it'll be okay. You'll move on, it's what's best."

"I don't care. You're the one I want."

The hurt in your heart grows. You want to say something, you want to apologize, say nevermind and kiss him until his pain goes away. You want to do everything except this.

"Please don't say that," you cry even more.

"Why? It's true."

There's a moment of silence. Mark stands there frustrated, his fingers pulling at his hair.

"I didn't want it to be this difficult," You say a little above a whisper.

"Well, we don't always get what we want," Mark huffs out.

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A/N // Ooh she’s big sad:( As always feedback is greatly appreciated! PUH-LEASE let me know what you think! I know this took a while to come out but school is trying to kill me so:/ Please look out for the third and final part!