#these are sooo messy but shhh

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

adverage best friend activities

[queenimmadolla]

Do you think some of Eddie peers are jealous that he’s got wife and 3 kids at home, sure Eddie feel into the rock and roll lifestyle but he didn’t let partying, groupies or drugs consume him, he’s got a loving wife and adorable kids waiting for him and they see that all of eddies love and devotion is for his family and music. Eddies just like “I do my job, rock out and go home”

Say he got invited to a big after party where he’ll party with Ozzy or Metallica but he declines because he just found out his kids are having their own Wrestler Mania back at the hotel room and he can’t miss that again

Or Eddie takes you to the party and y’all are getting approach and people like your relationship vibe and yall are getting hit on that you get both get a invitation to go to a “different party” in a hotel room and it goes over your head like “oh actually we aren’t staying long we gotta get back before the new Simpsons episode start”

Or when the band gets interviewed we see the kids in the background and the world gets to see Eddie being the best dad and loving husband. Every 80/90’s musician in the rock/metal scene are single, loves to party, and is reckless so Eddie was a change they weren’t expecting.

Sooo….You’re not gonna be very happy with me. Let’s go through this together and hopefully you wont hate me too much because it does get better.

Yes, Eddie’s peers do experience a little jealousy at the family he has, the constant love surrounding him—but he does succumb to the partying, drugs….and almost a groupie (THIS WILL BE TOUCHED ON MORE IN THE FIC IM PERFECTING, DONT THROW THE TOMATOES). He does his job, rocks out, and sometimes he craves reaping the rewards (drugs and parting and soaking it all in—not the groupies, that’s a related situation but not a part of what he craves) of his success. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he gets caught up in it. And it eats at him because he also knows his wife and his beautiful kids are also a once in a lifetime opportunity. That’s what kicks his ass back into gear.

It’s a life that you enjoy sometimes, love being on his arm, at his side, watching him glow underneath all those flashing lights. That confident smirk on his face, he belongs. It’s completely his element, what you knew he was always meant to do. And for the most part, you love being his wife, the wife of a Rockstar. How he’s always ravenous for you, the way he handles you when he’s fresh off the stage—be stadium stage or a some big fancy hall stage for an award ceremony—the parties he takes you to, the material things, not having to work your ass off to survive anymore, not having to work at all. You hate how women literally throw themselves at him, constantly expose themselves to him (the amount of flashing is INSANE, you see more titties than you ever did in the girls’ locker room back in high l when you’re tucked under his arm) but he only ever has eyes for you (shhh, we’re not talking about the groupie rn, that will be explained and you will understand).

And sometimes, being the wife of a Rockstar is hard. The tabloids are relentless, he tours the world and you stay with the kids, he’s doing coke with his pals and their gals while you’re washing the dishes halfway across the world. He’s partying after tour nights, you’re reading bedtime stories. You’re the wife of a Rockstar alright, and while he doesn’t have a mistress, sometimes the world acts as one. Sometimes the world gets him more than you do and he forgets that. Sometimes you don’t want to be the wife of a rockstar. You just want to be Eddie’s wife.

He gets there though, he gets to the points you’re talking about. Maybe not all of them, but he doesn’t become that messy playboy the world wants him to be. Still looks like a bad boy, but interviewers always note in articles they write, about the toys lingering around the house. Empty spaces on the walls, tables and shelves that had no doubt held picture frames prior to the journalists’ arrival, he was intent on keeping every precious moment and memory with his family private and away from the vicious prying eyes of the public. It’s interesting for you to read, because the first thought of an outsider’s mind is maybe something along the lines of Eddie not being sentimental or ashamed of the family, when it’s the entire opposite.

He starts ditching parties early to go back home and party with his favorite people before their bedtime (and then party with you all night long), starts having you and the kids closer during his shows again (you used to come to a few when Corroded Coffin made it bring, would bring the kids, until the shows got even bigger somehow, rowdier and fans get invasive). its difficult, especially with having to wrangle Maple—but Eddie doesn’t mind it when she runs onto the stage. if he’s feeling particularly nice, he’ll share her with the crowd for a song—but not much longer than that. He’s stingy with his family, protective, doesn’t need people thinking they can throw their unwanted opinions about his own damn kids out there—he’s assaulted people over it. And that’s not to say he hasn’t flaunted all of you, either. Fame is such a bittersweet accomplishment, he wants to show you all off to the world and sometimes he does, but the world is not kind, so he’s gotta keep you close and away from the cameras. He struggles with the back and forth a lot.

Again, the media is not kind to him, even while watching him be a father. But a couple of years from then, when his kids are older, the media/internet/etc. will pull up the photos/videos of him from the past with his kids, being so tender and playful with them. Loving. And he’ll be properly appreciated by them then. The two of you will have risen to be one of Hollywood’s golden couples, by then too. Heavily romanticized—and they’re not wrong.

It gets messy, gets cleaned up, gets messy, gets cleaned up, stays relatively clean. That’s the late 90s and Y2K, baby 😎

[savannahsdeath]

Hi <33 I love love love your writing and I really want your take on what fucking santa barbara!Ellie would be like if your up to it 🫶🫶

first of all THANK YOU💗💗 and yes ofc i tried my best !!

SANTA BARBARA!ELLIE X READER HEADCANONS + EXAMPLE ONESHOT

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! smut

writers note: its not like my typical hcs because this ones more like umm with plot?? idk how to say this but i hope ykwim😓ENJOY!!

🌿 she's definitely rough like im sure 100%

🌿 she would degrade you but she also praises you from time to time

🌿 now, hear me out, she doesnt have her usual smirk. like someeetimessss but mostly she looks so stern and focused youre literally scared to make a sound

🌿 she definitely doesnt care about making a mess. shed be sooo sloppy istg!!!!

🌿 she also doesnt care about whatever youre saying. she barely listens. everytime you hit her with a 'stop/too fast' she either completely ignores you or replies with some 'huh? what did you say?' and shed go even faster..

🌿 she def uses strap but also loves just using her fingers. she just wants to feel it ykwimmm

heres an example story(lets skip the plot)

its not really what i meant but whatever😓

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning, what seemed like an invitation for Ellie to shush you by pressing her lips to yours. It silenced you, but not stopped, as your inaudible groans were now caught in Ellie's throat.

You were unable to move, pressed against the wall, so she didnt need to hold you. With her free hands she started undressing you both, knowing you wont be able to do so by yourself. She didn't break the kiss though, only stopping for a second when she had to pull your shirt over your head and didn't have access to your face. She continued right after.

You're not sure when did you moved to the bed, but here you were, laying down beneath her.

She kissed your neck, leaving wet spots on it. She was moving down your body, as you played with her hair, shutting your eyes closed.

Not long after that, a few more of your body parts were red from her nibbling - inner thighs mostly.

Even though she took her time, it didn't take too long. She knew youre impatient and wasn't in mood to mess with you, not yet, not like that.

Soon after, she buried her face between your legs, planting the same messy kisses all over there.

Her hands were holding onto your thighs, preventing them from clenching. You knew her grip will leave bruises, painful ones too, but you didnt care.

Ellie's tongue was definitely doing a good job, playing with your clit, slidding in and out of your entrance.

Her fingers didn't loose up but her thumbs started gently tracing circles on your skin, which definitely made it seem less aggressive.

When she was finished with her mouth, one of her hands took the initiative. She was rubbing two of her fingers for a few short moments, before pushing them in.

You were finally able to see her face - her expression. She looked at you firmly, like one bad move could get you killed.

You were whining and whimpering, desperately begging her to slow down.

"Sh, shhh... Just take what youre given, will you?" The corners of her mouth moved slightly upwards, creating a little smile.

You nodded but continued squirming, your thighs trembling, breath shaking...

"Oh, dont be so dramatic. Youre doing good, you'll handle it, trust me." She reassuringly patted your side. "People survived worse things."

Did that help? Well...

But you knew its the best she can do when it comes to being nice. You couldnt blame her, not after you found out about her past. She killed more people than you ever talked with, after all..

Your mind went blank and you couldnt think of anything to say, so you kept mumbling the two words you always do - 'Ellie' and 'please'. At this point, it seems your mouth remembered how to say these. Your tongue knew exactly what to do to make them come out of your mouth, while it was struggling with any other word.

But it was enough for her to know what you want to say.

When youre finally done (she can tell youre close by the way you scream her name, so she knows when to go faster), she cleans you up with her toned expression.

"See? You'll live, atta fucking girl."

[ariseur]

hey again 👀 soooo you said i should send another ask if i had an idea and diva you said that to the wrong person. i have too many lmao

im stressing that u should write this at your own time! no rush :)

but yeah im actually writing a longform seph/reader fic where the reader is from a southern/appalachian coded town near gongaga. my idea id love to have your spin on is a scene where sephiroth (someone raised on protein powder and spinach probably) gets to try some real southern comfort food that the reader makes for him :). im talking biscuits, fried chicken, some kind of creamy noodle dish, just all the unhealthy savory goodness

he deserves it 🥺

ty for the last request again btw✨💕

“ spread kisses like honey. ”

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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omg this has been sitting in my drafts sooo long!! this was really cute and i loved writing it, it reminded me of lucy gray and coriolanus snow from hg hence why i put the title as a lyric from her ballad 💕 always look forward to your requests!! thank you againnn!!

┊ ˚➶ warnings ｡˚ 🎼

you and seph being sickly sweet towards each other, sephiroth being utterly in love with you in his inner monologue, kind of not canon because there are moments where i mention how sephiroth talks to genesis and angeal despite knowing zack and interacting with zack ( which like clashes with the entire point of cc .. but shhh i wanted domesticity ), intended lowercase, lmk if i missed anything!! 💕

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“you’ve never had this?” you gasped dramatically, your shocked face only to be met with sephiroth’s stoic one. he hesitantly nodded— was that.. a bad thing? did he somehow offend you in some way? the steam that had emitted from the plates below you set on the

“don’t you like pasta?” you asked, still utterly baffled.

he nodded slowly, “is something wrong?” he didn’t understand the confusion. there were a lot of foods he hasn’t tried, isn’t that normal for everyone? you blinked owlishly, lifting up the fork with the pasta noodles stabbed against the metal, the creamy sauce departing from the food in small, slow drips.

“what have you been eating if you’ve never had something as delicious as this?” you muttered, your lips reverting back into a tight ‘o’ as you blew on the fork— before finally slipping it into your mouth. “i’m shocked.” words muffled as you still chewed on your food, at least covering your mouth while you spoke.

sephiroth chuckled amusedly, “we’ve grown up in deeply contrasting places.” he crossed his arms against his chest, watching as you slurped up the pasta with stars in your eyes— occasionally opening your mouth to let the heat escape, soft steam pouring out from the small gap you’ve left while chewing. “still,” said you, “‘s so good.” he could barely make out your voice from how full your mouth was but he still shook his head as he leaned further back in his chair.

closing his eyes, he tilted his head down while he let the strands of snowy hair fell and covered bits of his face, blocking the bright sun even to the darkness beneath his eyelids. sephiroth didn’t pay much mind to the fact that your loud chewing of garlic bread and slurping of buttered food had come to a halt until he felt a strong aroma slip in from under his nostrils, it was only then did he open his eyes to see you holding the fork to his lips.

you held an expectant gaze and he quirked a brow before ultimately leaning forward while he let his eyes rake over the food. it looked a little messy, the sauce dripping over the place as you had ripped a piece of garlic bread off along with it and placed a chunk on the metal twinges of the utensil. he looked up again at you, waiting as you nodded your head and tried to keep your excitement contained. he blew on the fork a little bit before opening his mouth and letting it settle upon the steel. what could one bite do, he asked himself.

but once he had finally tried it, he could’ve dropped dead right then and there. the combination of the salty and savory flavors was perfect, and the way the bread had soaked some of it up too was incredible. sephiroth closed his eyes, letting his jaw work as he let his taste buds be blessed with what was known as your cooking. he had always seen you working your way through the kitchen, using various pots and pans and oils while you zipped around — and when sephiroth had offered help, you simply put a hand up and looked up at him for a split second, trying to simultaneously get the perfect roast as you smiled at him sweetly. that was enough for him.

despite watching you cook a lot ( and the only times he did get to help, he ended up being ordered by you to stand in the corner or measure occasional ingredients ), he had never actually savored something as good as this. being a first class prevented him from doing any good when it came to dinner time, either the timing being too late and you had already gone to bed or you were too tired and he decided not to bother you and he ate something small.

but this, he thought, this was perfection. when it came to you, sephiroth never let his appreciation go silent as he would always thank you or give you sayings of endearment and encouragement. he didn’t have words for this dish, he had never tried anything like it. so in awe, he merely said, “you’ve truly outdone yourself,” as he handed you back the fork. you didn’t mind the simple compliment. it never sounded generic to you when sephiroth would express his gratitude, even when they were mumbled in passing with dragged feet when he had come home from an exasperatingly tiring job, he always made sure to tell you how much he was grateful for you and what you do when he’s away.

he couldn’t wait until he was back at hq to boast to genesis and angeal about how delectable your cooking was. maybe zack, too — although sepiroth had a feeling that the energetic SOLDIER might just end up begging you for food even more. not that you minded, though. you were always so kind, sephiroth didn’t know how you were always able to do it.

“thanks.” you chimed, your voice ever so warm that it made his heart flutter. sephiroth wasn’t exactly what you’d call — expressive. he always held a smooth, cool tone of voice and occasionally threw a sassy remark towards you or genesis, or even that kid zack fair he introduced you to. but you understood his inflection of which he spoke in, you could tell his emotion even when he had entered a room ( and vice versa ). you were one of the most cherished things in sephiroth’s life and it could not go unnoticed.

with his tongue peeking out from between his bottom lip to gather some of the residual flavor that was left behind, his eyes roamed across the table further to more so further treasure your sacrifices ( of both time and food ).

“what’s that over there?” he lifted a finger, almost perfectly manicured despite using his hands excessively in battle, to point over at a small white dish filled with elbow macaroni and a homemade cheese sauce. you turned your head and grinned, reaching over the wooden dining table to grab it and lower the bowl on its side to reveal the contents. “mac ‘n’ cheese,” you replied, “want some?” your eyes seemed to glimmer with more amusement. sephiroth had now developed a new interest in your food and he couldn’t wait to indulge in it.

with the smile and those eyes of yours, how could he say no to one more bite?

𐙚 taglist ; @snoopicle

𐙚 requests are closed — june tenth, 2024

[foggystarrs]

I loved your Glamrock headcanons! Do you by any chance have any for the DCA??

Oh most definitely!! I swear they’re some of my fav animatronics from SB & Ruin tbh

Sun:

☀︎ A sweetheart! He’s always excited to meet someone new. Especially if they’re a new friend!!

☀︎ He can never stay still ever, he always has to be doing something with his hands or feet, wether it’s swaying or flapping his hands in a happy stim!

☀︎ He tends to interrupt really easily, ESPECIALLY when he gets excited. Sometimes the adults get mad though, so he’s learned to hold himself back.

☀︎ He adores children, he always tries to find a way to make them feel comfy in the daycare. ESPECIALLY if the kid is scared of him at first. He knows he’s not for everyone though, so if his advances don’t work he watches from afar and places the kid’s favorite things near them strategically so that they’re still having a good time.

☀︎ ADHD

☀︎ Can a robot have Adhd?? I’m not sure but he’s got Adhd in my mind bc I have Adhd and I said so. He’s sooo ADHD coded.

☀︎ This man cannot sing for the life of him, he’s got a cute tune or two for clean up time when the kids have to clean their area but that’s it. If he tries to sing like the Glamrocks it sounds more like a parrot dying or something TwT

☀︎ Clean freak. The minute every kid has gone home this dude is running around yelling about cleaning up. Everything needs to be spotless and in the right spot or he will EXPLODE.

☀︎ Extrovert, he’s the type to adopt an introvert tbh. Like he can make almost anyone feel comfortable around him.

Moon:

☾ He’s actually a chill guy. Introvert, and super shy when meeting new ppl.

☾ He’s less shy around kids though, he adores kids too.

☾ Super gentle and soft spoken. I guess it’s the nap time programming in him.

☾ A great listener, will never interrupt anyone when speaking.

☾ He likes to be suspended in the air by his wire. It’s where he’s most comfortable rather than being on the ground like Sun. He’s great at moving around in the air and sometimes does cool acrobatic tricks when he’s got free time.

☾ A stickler to the rules, well, to be fair they both are but Moon is more strict about them. He is a rule enforcer after all.

Virus! Moon:

☽ This dude is a menace. He will scare the security guards and fazbear workers on purpose. Just because.

☽ Violent toward adults. Children are sometimes the exception but if you’re a rule breaker he’s putting you in… an eternal nap if you know what I mean….

☽ Anger issues. Which often lead to those violent outbursts. It started with nap time, when some kids would refuse to sleep, he would enforce the rules. After many complaints of kids getting nightmares and some even disappearing mysteriously, Fazbear entertainment decided to just stop nap time all together.

☽ Clean freak. Probably worse than Sun tbh. He HAS to clean up. Seriously, why are kids so messy? He’s still gotta put them in time out but he HAS to make sure to clean up that tower that kid just knocked down or he’ll go CRAZY.

☽ If he sees Monty it’s on sight. They’ve had beef ever since he got in the way during one of his security patrols.

☽ No seriously, like imagine two animatronics with anger issues. It will not end well.

Eclipse:

☾☼ Ambivert, can be super social sometimes and super quiet the next.

☾☼ Soft spoken and very polite, he never interrupts when someone is speaking.

☾☼ He’s very attentive to his surroundings and extremely perceptive. If something’s wrong he’ll be the first to figure it out.

☾☼ Loves singing and he can actually sing, but he prefers slower melodies than those that the Glamrocks sing. Something in between a lullaby and a ballad.

☾☼ Hopeless romantic, his guilty pleasure is watching sappy romcoms. But shhh! Don’t tell anyone!

☾☼ He, like his other counterparts, also adores children. He’s great at handling both playtime and nap time. The perfect combination of both.

☾☼ He gets lonely. Like really lonely. He tries to be optimistic but the reality always crashes in late at night. It gets even worse after RUIN. The kids will eventually come back… right?

☾☼ He also has security protocols and can be extremely protective of those he deeply cares for, especially children.

That’s it for them! The hyperfixation on FNAF is so real rn 😭

But I’m loving these requests!!

Thanks for reading~!

[dickbaggins]

Another thing i love about Mithridatism: you made Astarion a true creature of a chaos. His impulsive thoughts and old habits, carved into him by his tormentor, all play so nicely. And i love how subtle you made his memories about past, its here and there, it's his preference of forest ground against luxury bed, it's his desire to be constantly enveloped in warmth and some other things but we don't have full picture yet. I am afraid what'll happen when they'll get to Cazador's castle.

And Gale is so full of contradictions but in a very good way. It's like he refuses to let go of his last very messy relationship and at the same time the thoughts he broadcasts to Astarion are like 'we are going to have a spring Waterdhavian wedding '

I am at chapter 14 rn and it feels like Astarion decided that he actually prefers summer wedding, he'll just inform Gale later which is. A Lot. Knowing what'll happen soon.

And I AM SO CURIOUS to see how you'll incorporate Araj Oblodra situation into your work because in game it was a very big deal for Astarion and his way to accept that his very nice plan to manipulate Tav for safety failed successfully.

Also it feels like your Gale, when he sees the crown of Carsus, will have cardiac arrest because he'll be so exalted. Such a peculiar and powerful thing that crown, just like he likes them.

Oh dear, can't wait to see what you have for them in the future.

I want to tell you that there are so many things i love about this work. One day hopefully I'll be able to write 10k comment about all these things

Sooo funny that you should bring up the wedding stuff ahaha I feel like Gale being Gale, he's already overthinking and overplanning and drawing up schematics for matching rings and just so off to the races like he likes to do without ever talking about anything with anyone else, and then he just kind of off-handedly mentions it at some point like it's a real factual thing that's happening (maybe chapter 2 of electuary shhh) and Astarion's like ".........whut" because that sort of thing is so so out of his scope. All he's plotting is murder and snaring the wizard, while the wizard's already sending out wedding invites and registering them at Waterdeep's finest stores. Love that shit!

Ah I have a great many good and bad things planned, and certainly the Oblodra situation is a pivotal experience for Astarion. My take on it is a bit different than Tav-romanced canon but I think it works! Just wait for chapter 3 and then pelt me with trophies or tomatoes accordingly :)

[electricgaunt]

Live Blog of Interstitial Infinity #11 - The People At Home:

power plays are already happening in the introductions, we love to hear it

oh god, we just got Al's body back, and now he's totally missing hhhhhhhh

I'm appreciating everyone getting a chance to ask, "hey, what about this person's reaction to them being missing?", that's fun

hearing all the different "tension-building-music" from everyone's shows is good, I love that

I've got a really messy and disconnected word cloud going on in my head that's just, like:

The Mirror Figure at the Truth Gate

Lake/MJ/Chrome Car denizens

Shadow The Hedgehog/being a clone of Shadow The Hedgehog/Metal Sonic

Interstitial's The Other playbook

Kingdom Hearts and Nobodies

Gender

Bath & Butler (^& Borges) Works

and now I'm laughing at the idea of seeing this entire word cloud on a T-shirt lmao

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure... man... those adventures certainly are bizarre, huh?

does Trish just go to regular high school??? excuse me??????

interior...Cannolo...Murolo...I drive a Chevrolet...movie......rococo? (that doesn't quite work, ah well, gonna be tumbling that JoJo name around in my head like a nice rock, very cellar door quality name)

part of this ep is dedicated to me learning things about JoJo lol 😄

thinking about if mob and ritsu universe swapped or role swapped with ed and al...the brother vibes are just sooo different in certain ways

I think Tome asked akinator where mob is

suddenly getting flashbacks to reading a cute ot3 fancomic with reigen/mob's parents a long, long time ago

GOOD FOR HER!!! (Rouge-style Mephiles 🖤)

if there was a character ask meme for developing your interstitial infinity character, I feel like "what made you want to get on the train?" is great

"aS a PoDcAsTeR"

Ed annoying Ling again by doing the brother hair antenna telepathy, like he did in the gluttony dimension

special delivery to Ling!!! congratulations! it's a diplomatic incident!!! :D

I'm laughing at the difference between FMA and most of the other universes where in FMA it's just like, basically EVERYONE knows Al is gone!!! but! shhh!!! we can't tell!!! or else his brother (infamous for fighting SCIENCE & GOD to bring his brother back) will. Lose. His. Shit. (and even worse!!! he'll be sooo Annoying until his brother is back)

this episode was such a treat aaaaa, this show y'all 💚💚💚

and now: we shift to Not Worrying about this arc's name 🙂🙂🙂

[thecapricunt1616]

No fr. I also have this HC! I feel Carmy would be tirelessly working on a new dish for the Restaurant, at 2/3 am finally get it ‘just right’ & ever so sweetly kiss over your face to wake you, muttering “open, love. Try. Shhh, it’s ok I gotcha. Super good hmm? Added more peppercorns like you said.” And just grinning at your sleepy smile as you try it without even opening your eyes & hum “mmm. Mmhmm. Sooo good Carmy, save some for my lunch t’morrow kay?” & he just strokes your hair lovingly. When you wake up, ofc there’s a little deli container in the fridge w/ a sticky taped to it. Carm’s messy handwriting on it saying ‘enjoy, angel. Laska, spicy coconut+noodle soup. New 1st, thanks to your wonderful taste testing. I Love you.’

& the whole time eating your lunch you can’t keep thinking of praises to give him while you’re raking your fingers through his hair as you fall asleep.

Aughhh!!! This man drives me crazy!!

thinking about falling asleep on Carmen’s couch and him gently waking you up with a fresh bowl of whatever dish he’s been planning to cook you all day, stroking your face and brushing the hair out your eyes, a quick peck to your forehead and a warm smile

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

A-Z CHALLENGE- P.B PARKER

i wanted to hop on this, and discuss some thoughts about the baby boy <3 this has mature themes (smut etc) , so read with caution! pls enjoy love bugs!

ps, i mayyyy have added some quotes to go with some prompts lol

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

peter is so sweet and gentle. so sweet. though he may be more dominant in the moment, the second he’s made sure the both of you have finished he’s such a sweetheart. he always talks to you in a soft, gentle voice to soothe you, especially if you’re in deep sub space. peter always grabs a warm washcloth to clean you up, slips one of his shirts on you, and rubs circles on your back/ plays with your hair while the two of you snuggle. if you’re having a hard time sleeping, he’ll often watch a movie with you until you pass out.

“ daddy…?”

“no, no sweetheart it’s not daddy anymore, it’s peter now.”

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

hands. hands, hands, HANDS. he loves his hands, simply because he knows you ADORE THEM. he always catches you peeping at them, admiring them when you think he isn’t paying attention. he often wears rings on his fingers, letting you paint his nails the odd time. hair ties are a must, despite not needing them for himself… he just likes when you snap it against his wrist. peter loves ALL of you, every freckle, every stretch mark, every curve. but his favourite thing about you, is your eyes. how they glow and sparkle when you’re happy, how wide and full they seem when you’re excited. what look he adores most though, is when you’re fucked dumb, with tears in your eyes as he pounds into you.

“look at those pretty, pretty tears sweetheart? arent you just the cutest, despite being fucked dumb like some whore? my pretty little whore…”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

peter often cums inside you, as he has a major breeding kink… but he also loves finishing on your stomach, just so he can gather it on his finger and feed it to you.

“ want you to fill me please-“

“mmm you want me to stuff you full baby? have me drippin out of you for days?”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

one time he stole your panties when you were sleeping and jacked off with them because he didn’t want to wake you. after your early morning shower, you slipped them on, not noticing the cum still in them… and he just smiled at you and kept his lips zipped SHUT.

“ you know those are my favourite panties you own sweetheart?”

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

BYE he is so experienced. peter may come off as this shy, quiet guy but ohmygod can he FUCK. he found your g-spot before YOU did.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

doggy but in the mirror, so he can force you to look at yourself while he fucks you. eye contact, the entire time.

“ look how beautiful you are when i’m stuffing your guts sweetheart. eyes on me, if you know what’s good for you.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

50/50. let’s say the two of you smoked a blunt or somethin, he’d probably be more goofy/ soft. most nights though, he’s pretty serious, but in a mocking sense.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

he is sooo well groomed. yes his hair is always sorta messy in that boyish charm way, but he’s very clean. he always smells kinda woody- very, very comforting.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

peter parker is such a little love bug. it truly depends on the time, punishment or not. if he’s giving you a punishment, he’s never too mean about it, often holding your hand when he spanks you or wipes your tears etc. he’s mostly very, very loving, reminding you how beautiful you are and how much he truly adores you.

“shhh, shush honey. i know it hurts, i know sweet girl but you gotta learn okay? i know what’s good for you, i promise it’ll be over soon.”

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

if he comes back from parol and you’re fast asleep, and he’s feeling generous, he gets off without you awake. though he does it right beside you in bed, often rubbing his cum on your body so you’ll wake up with it all smeared all over your skin as a good morning gift<3

“good morning my little sunshine… do you like your gift?”

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BREEDING. SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MAN MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HES SO INTO BREEDING!!! and he’s super into biting, marking, scratching. he loves reciving and giving love bites.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

peter’s super into the “ we shouldn’t do it here but let’s do it anyways and maybe get caught” thing. so he’s down for anywhere, anytime. science labs, libraries, bathrooms, you name it. he likes fucking you in the shower most of all, just so he can take his time and clean you up at the same time. peter loves licking the water droplets on your skin and ADORES holding you up against the tiles.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

your shyness. he loves when you’re needy, yet flustered. you sometimes to get scared to tell him directly that you need him, so you’ll tug at his hand or give him a little look.

“awh what’s wrong little one? can you use your big girl words and tell daddy what you need?”

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

piss kink. nOpE.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

GIVING GIVING GIVING. PETER IS SUCH A GIVER!!!! he loves going down on you, teasing you with the pace of his movements. he loves the feeling when your fingers tug on his hair when he’s feasting on you, and he’ll always make direct eye contact when you’ve finished, licking his lips. he also likes receiving, because the sight of you on your knees sends him over the EDGE.

when you tug his hair, or rut against his face he often says shit like “thats such a good girl baby, take what you need.” or “ keep those legs opened honey, im not done my dinner yet.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

both. he often switches it up, just to be a tease ;) but let’s say he’s having a rough night, he’ll be hard and rough, taking it out on you. some nights, it’s love making, not animalistic fucking. all depends on the mood with peter.

“yeah that’s it, you’re gonna take it like a good girl aren’t you? my good girl, letting me use her to get off. youre so well trained sweetheart.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

he kinda hates quickies bc he likes to take his time unraveling you. but if you’re super needy, or vise versa, quickies are a must, often in public. be prepared for a LONG night when u get home tho

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

anything you want to try, peter is up for. he wants to make YOU comfortable. he wants to give YOU pleasure. although if he offers something, and it’s something you’re even SLIGHTLY iffy on, he never ever pushes it. he only does things when it’s been 100% consented with you and him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

sometimes he fucks you while youre passed out. so yeah. hes got STAMINA.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

when he saw you using a pillow to get off, he thought it was ADORABLE. but he wanted you to have actual toys, so he’s bought you some to play with when he’s away. BUT he makes you send him recordings and photos, cause he’s mean like that<3 he uses them on you whenever you’re in the mood, although handcuffs are never needed as he has his webs to tie you down ;)

“Too much peter! s’too much-“

“now didn’t i buy you this for a reason sweetheart? dont let these batteries go to waste…”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

is this even a question. this is PETER fricken PARKER we are talking about. oh my god it’s ALL the time. he always traces shapes on your skin, mainly your inner thighs so he can watch them clench together when you get wet from his actions. he adores whispering the filthiest things to you in public to make you squirm, and he often plays with your hair, just to tug on it ever so slightly to make you gasp.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

LOUD LOUD LOUDDDD!!! always talking, always praising. even if it’s in the mean, dumbfication way. you’re not a slut, you’re his slut <33

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

OKAY SOOOO IM THINKINN

peter loves when you suck on his fingers. or play with them. he just loves the feeling of your tongue swirling around them, you look so innocent. hes obsessed with thigh riding as well. when you’re cleaning him up some nights, sitting on his thigh to get a cut, he’ll bounce his knee just to get you going. he’s HUGE into dumbfication and mocking. he also does that thing where he guides your hips to dry hump him when you’re making out

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

he is a timid, shy lil nerd who dresses like THAT. is this even a thought we must have. he is HUNG.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

his tingles have everything heightened, so very, very high. everyday. if he can get his hands on you, he will<33

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

fairly quickly, as he feels safe and SUPER comfortable with you. peter always makes sure you’re asleep first tho, and taken care of. he plays with your hair or tells you stories until you pass out, THEN he’ll hit the hay right beside you, holding you close.

“m’sleepy peter…”

“awh poor thing, did I tire you sweetheart? close those pretty little eyes honey and have sweet dreams. im right here with you.”

[desiderium-if]

Which RO gives the most eboy vibes? I may have a massive thing for earrings, jewelry, and updos??? Shhh don't judge

don't worry, i have a thing for jewelry and updos (long hair in general) too😭

sooo, the only ones who wear some form of updo are Leona and River! Leona hates when her hair gets in/sticks to her face when training, so she prefers to tie it up. River usually likes to keep his hair as messy as possible (he thinks it fits the pirate vibes well), but will sometimes wear a half bun! as for jewelry, everyone except Leona wears it! she just can't fight properly with it. S wears a lot of rings on both their hands, River wears necklaces and bracelets, Clover likes anklets and earrings, and The God has a lot of piercings and you might see them with a ring or two if they're shiny!

pictures for the updos and jewelry are under the cut!

Leona's updo River's updo

S's rings

River's necklaces and bracelets

Clover's anklets and earrings

The God's piercings

+ one on their private area! (and yes, their tongue is split👀)

i'm honestly not completely sure this is the answer you were looking for, but i hope you guys got a bit more of a feel of their styles!

[bbychilly]

Could you please write one where Benji and madders aren’t the same after he left Leicester and with madders doing nothing after the crowd boos Ben during the game last night, Ben is just beyond pissed...something along the lines of, “asshole gets the FA Cup and a baby, that’s supposed to be me”

okay, sorry but i still believe they’re close friends. and it was kinda painful for me to write about them being enemies sooo here we go with a happy ending. sorry if it’s not what you wanted x

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“Get out of my way,” Ben said roughly, nudging James lightly on the shoulder.

“What happened?” he made an innocent face as he looked at you.

Ben came up to you, burying his nose in your hair, and you just stroked his head, whispering something to him. His hands were clutching you around the waist, trying to distance himself from everything that was happening in the Wembley tunnel. “He didn’t even say anything to me in support when that crowd of Leicester fans was booing me,” Ben muttered resentfully. “He was just standing and smiling. And I used to call him my best mate, for fuck’s sake.”

“Benji, darling, calm down,” you stroked his cheek as he looked at you, frowning. “You know that this is just euphoria. They won the tournament.”

“Do I care?” Ben took your hand and led you around the corner. “We were best friends. He could do at least something!” in his eyes you noticed pain and disappointment, and not only because of the painful defeat.

“Shhh, baby, come here,” you put his head on your shoulder again to run your fingers through his wet hair. It always helped to calm him down. “Perhaps you need to talk.”

“If it were the other way around, I’d support him or ask our fans to stop booing him,” Ben kept overthinking, pressing you against the wall tighter and tighter, to forget where you were and completely relax. “This idiot gets both the trophy and the baby. But damn, that’s not fair,” you smiled because your boyfriend sounded more like a little boy. “It should’ve been me!”

“And you will,” you stroked his hair without stopping as if combing it with your fingers. “The booing from Leicester fans will be ridiculous when you lift the Champions League trophy, and I,” you smiled tiredly, “and we will be beyond proud of you. More than anyone else,” taking Ben’s palms in yours, you slid down from your neck to your tummy and ran your thumb over his palm.

“We haven’t won the Champions League yet, why are you so confi... Wait, what?” A smile lit up his face and he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you serious? Oh my God,” he leaned towards you, gently kissing you, still not removing his hands from your flat belly.

“Hey, bro,” you turned to a familiar voice. Yes, after Ben moved to Chelsea, something happened between best mates. Everyone noticed it. But neither you nor James’ girlfriend gave up. You both told them a thousand times that they just need to have a heart-to-heart, figure out what was going on.

“You again,” Ben snapped, turning back to you, returning his thoughts to your baby.

Maddison scratched the back of his head awkwardly, about to leave, but someone pushed him in front. “Go on, I told you! You were best friends, Madders!” you heard a familiar stubborn voice.

“Come on, Ben,” you nodded, “you really were best friends, stop acting like children, so go and talk finally,” you pushed him to James as well and waved your hand to Kennedy. When the former best friends stepped aside, she came up to you and you both giggled softly.

“Have you already told him?” she looked at your little belly.

“Yep, but I didn’t plan on doing it today,” you both were looking at Ben and James, who were awkwardly trying to discuss something. Your conversation was much more lively and active than theirs, but soon they came up to you, smiling and hugging each other by the shoulders. “I always knew that men’s serious conversations end much faster than women’s,” you giggled.

“Have you made peace?” as if the mother of the stubborn son asked the girl and fixed James’ messy hair.

“Yeah, but I had to apologise,” muttered Maddison.

“Same to be honest,” Ben buried his nose in your neck again, placing his hands on your tummy.

Leaving home, you watched with a smile on your face the old forgotten handshake, which they said goodbye always when they were close friends. Their short hug and Ben has already dropped his hands on your waist, catching up with you near the Wembley exit. “It’s not so painful to think about defeat now,” Ben sighed, even though you knew he said it so as not to upset you. He always did that.

“Because you and James made peace?” You brushed his wet hair off his face with a smile.

“Oh, well, because of this too, but it’s not the main reason,” he squatted down in front of you, leaving a thousand kisses on your still flat tummy. “That’s my biggest reason for smiling, you dummy.”

“Stop it, everyone’s looking at us,” you grabbed his wrist, making him get up and go on to the car. “You can continue it at home though,” you giggled and Ben rolled his eyes as he pressed his lips to your cheek, making you blush slightly.

tags: @brewsterbabyy @donkeykai @alexajanecollins @cam-blog98 @benchillys @footballerimaginess

[traveleroffarawayplaces]

The Lost Four Swords

Sooo, you all asked for it and you all shall receive!!

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Red woke up to see the moonlight filtering in above him in the pitch darkness as stars gleamed like tiny holes in a box. He could hear his siblings snoring deeper in the house and stretched. He wonder vaguely what woke him, maybe the cool draft slowly swirling into his room? No. Tilting his head he pondered.

Are those eyes outside?? Red noticed, alarm spiking through his veins. He shot out of bed and crept downstairs. Weaving his way past the stuffed animals on his floor. He quietly went to grab his fire rod. But first he wanted to check and make sure his siblings were okay.

He passed Green’s room first, peeking his head in he saw Green lay sprawled on his bed. His face was buried into his pillows as he snored quietly. Red smiled softly at the sight. His room was messy as always, clothes and other various objects thrown across. Blue would be furious seeing anyone’s room like this.

Blue was next as Red checked her room. She was all bundled in blankets, clearly not happy with the cold wind of the night. Her clothes were neatly folded and hanging in the closet. Her floor was clean, void of any clutter that Green or Red had.

Finally Red went to check on Vio. Glancing inside the clutter of papers was present as always. Some where across their purple desk and some had fluttered towards the floor. Their curtains were tightly drawn casting barely any light into the room. Red had to squint his eyes to see Vio’s form on their bed.

Good, their asleep. Red smiled, happy that Vio was actually sleeping. But for how long?

Vio was curled tightly, taking very shallow breathes as if they were suffocating. They twitched occasionally and made small wimpers as Red frowned worriedly at them.

I think Vio is having a nightmare… Red though frowning at his brother. Once I check on those weird eyes I’m going to come and help you. I swear!

Red quietly went downstairs, treading carefully intothe darkened kichen, quietly snagging his fire rod, sword, sheild and even some armor, he opened the door and closed it quietly. Stepping out side, he glanced around holding the fire rod out for light. He heard something shuffling behind him and he drew his sword.

“Wh.. who is there?!” He spoke into the quiet night, fear betrayed by his expression.

A shadow of darkness appeared behind him. Its red eyes glowed in the sparkling moonlight.

Red squinted, blinking rapidly and his sword hand shaking slightly. “Sh.. Shadow? Is that you?! What happened to you?” Red asked, putting his sword down once he recognize Shadow’s form.

Shadow’s right eye was almost entirely red with the exception of a pupil, becoming a white dot in his eyes. A huge gash dripped black.. ooze? It dripped into the grass, leaving behind what looked like ink stains. His left eye looked… partly normal. The edges were red and were fading into his eyes, trying to close into his pupil and capture it in a sea of red. Black ink flowed from his right eye and some started to drip from his left eye. As if black stained tears were cascading down.

“Where are the others? I.. I need to tell you guys something.. before…” Shadow looked around desperately, searching as if he was being hunted.

“I can wake them up, come on. You shouldn’t be standing in the cold night!” Red smiled nervously, catching the urgency from Shadow.

They both crept back into the house and Red set his sword and sheild down, gently placing the small amount of armor he had on and went to wake the others. He started with Vio, hoping to jerk them from their nightmare first.

“Hey Vio? Wake up.” Red walked over to his brother who was still laying on his bed. After a couple of tries, Vio’s eyes snapped open and they grabbed the nearest thing, (which turned out to be Red), and hung on for dear life.

“Hey, Vio its okay its okay.” Red hugged them. “Shhh its okay.”

Vio blinked at Red, and let go slowly, rubbing their eyes as they woke up.

“Red? Why are you in my room at this time? Whats going on?”

Red smiled. “Its Shadow, he’s back… but something is wrong. Can you wake up Green? I need to wake up Blue.”

Vio nodded slowly. “Yeah… I can.”

Red nodded and stood back up, gently helping his brother up. Vio stood and stretched and went to wake up Green, grateful that he got the more agreeable brother.

Now to wake up Blue. Red thought. Waking up the beast is never a good idea… I wonder what happened on the mission that would make Shadow so frazzled..

Red knew Shadow had been sent on a mission by Zelda to look at recent monsters that had been popping up. These monsters were much stronger then the regular ones and had black blood. Shadow had been gone for a couple of days, way more than he should have been while on a scout mission.

Red came to Blue’s room and opened her door.

“Hey, Blue. Wake up please.” Red spoke, aiming his eyes towards the clutter of blankets nestled on the bed.

Unlike Vio, Blue instantly woke up and stared at Red. Hopping out of her bed, she gently picked off the blankets that clung to her and then she stared at Red.

“Whats up?” She asked, moving to get changed.

Red turned around knowing Blue didn’t like having people watch her change.

“Shadows back.” Red replied. “He’s back from his mission but something is wrong. He looks different and they were panicking.”

Blue didn’t say anything, only the shuffling of her getting dressed quicker indicated that she heard.

“Okay, lets go down.” Blue said. Walking past Red towards the door. “Is everyone else awake?” She asked as Red followed her.

“I sent Vio to wake Green, I don’t know if they were awake enough though…” Red murmered

“Well if they aren’t down there, I can go and wake Green up.”

“Oh goddess no. The last time you used swords to make a loud noise and woke the entire house!” Red groaned.

“Well I mean if everyone needs to be up anyways, I see nothing wrong.” Blue shrugged.

They finished the last step and rushed into the living room to see Green sitting on the couch and Vio leaning against the wall between the living room and kichen. They were both looking at Shadow’s new design as he anxiously paced the room. In the few minutes Red was gone, he noticed that more of Shadow’s left eye was more red and it almost completely surrounded an almost white pupil. As Blue and Red hurried into the room, Vio looked at them and Green turned his head confused. Still trying to blink away sleep from his head.

Shadow also looked up. “Oh good. You guys are all here. You need to listen those monsters aren’t natural.. there was something, someone I didn’t recognize and they.. I don’t know did something and they made those monsters. They can do it to hylians I think they can and I only ha-”

“Slow down Shadow, I can barely understand you.” Green pointed out.

“I only have so much time… there was.. someone making the black blooded monsters… I think… I think they are the cause of the monster outbreaks.”

A sharp intake went around the room.

“What did they look like?” Blue asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Well, they wore black clothing. Much like me but much taller. Their eyes were fully black with small red pupiles… thats.. thats all I remember before I passed out.” Shadow shook his head. Blinking wildly.

“I need to leave!” He suddenly shouted, rushing through the door and closing it with a slam as he ran outside.

Red reacted instantly, being the closest to the door, he followed Shadow behind. He could also hear cries of his brothers as they chased Shadow.

Shadow ran into the nearby forest and Red followed, his eyes never leaving Shadow’s form as he raced through the moonlit forest. Red could hear minish racing through the trees also. Branches slapped his face and left stinging wounds at his speeds.

Shadow stopped in a forest clearing and looked at Red in sadness. Red looked for his brothers but couldn’t see them behind him. All that was there was trees that surrounded them and encased them in an arena.

Shadow looked so… sad, his eyes completely red surrounding a white pupils.

“I’m so.. so sorry Red… I can’t… help. Its… Its got me..” He collasped and cried into the night.

Red rushed forward to hug him, and something changed with Shadow. He could distantly hear yelling of his brothers and crackling of twigs.

Shadow grew more… animalistic. Straighting his back and arching his spine, he hissed and it sounded. Strange per say. By this time though, Red already had his arms wrapped around Shadow and he felt a piercing strike along his back. It felt like several, sharpened claws were simultaneously tearing out flesh from under his tunic. He yelped as Shadow shoved him away and hissed in an unlike Shadow fashion. He heard his brother closer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Shadow, or whatever Shadow became.

“Red! There you are! Wha- Shadow?” Green called out, gently putting a hand on Red’s shoulder.

Red blinked and noticed all of his brothers were standing nearby looking at Shadow worriedly.

“Shadow? Whats wrong?” Green took a step but Red blurted out: “Don’t go near him!”

Green blinked and obeyed, stepping back and keeping a distance.

“What.. what do you think is wrong?” Vio wondered, his hands twitching for a bow he didn’t have.

Red shrugged, the pain in his back stung, and shook his head. “I don’t know. Its like he’s become a different creature even!”

Shadow hissed again in that unnatural sound and vanished, no puff of smoke and no lingering shadows like he usually world leave. He just left nothing.

They all stared in silence before chaos broke loose.

Blue swore. “Shadow come back here!! Where are you?!”

Green whipped out his sword, the only one who brought his weapon out. He observed the area and kept close eyes out.

Red was just blankly staring at where Shadow once stood.

Vio however noticed something odd. Something inky black was dripping from Red’s back. But he blinked and saw nothing as if it was never there. Maybe he was hallucinating.

Shadow stood, in the trees watching his brothers yell and stare around. He sighed quietly as he watched them. Narrowing his eyes, he could spot Red’s injured back, barely. He moved his claws into sight and grimaced at the red, stickly blood that clung to them.

“Well, I thought I would find you here.” A voice called out behind him.

Shadow twisted around hissing and ready to attack. A spectator in his own body.

The dark appeared and stared sadly. “You couldn’t warn them?”

Shadow shook his head. “I did something worse. I panicked, I couldn’t control myself… and I got Red. I’m so.. sorry.. that voice is so… loud.”

The dark frowned. “Well, I guess that leaves plan H, huh? I really would rather not use my powers that extensively…”

Shadow sighed and frustration and sadness. He could feel that aching feeling of drawing blood. That unnatural thrill that wasn’t him and the chills that he couldn’t control. That voice urging him to kill his kin, his brothers. The people who stood by him and helped him.

“You did wonderfully my friend. Amazing job. Perhaps I should enlist you instead of those… unuseful idiots as my hands and my king. Well I say you have definitely earned my left hand’s servent role.”

That voice that whispered promises into his ear. Unknowing of the betrayal that sat at their hearts.

Maybe I will continue this if enough people like it.

Also wow a whole lotta tags lol.

Also quite a bit of spelling errors, tell me and i shall improve it :D

Lost Four Swords: 1 2(coming soon!)

[keichanz]

More Than

so i was listening to the song More Than My Hometown by Morgan Wallen which is now my new obsession and i shit you not, the ending to this little drab popped into my brain so fast i knew i had to write it down. thus, this angsty little blurb was born. 

now as i was writing, i realized that it was giving off sooo many One Last Ride vibes, written by the ever so talented @lemonlushff​​, that i decided to tweak this so it could tuck somewhere into the story itself as a sort of unofficially official glimpse of their breakup. i’m happy to report that it has Lemon’s official seal of approval and she loved it! 

so now i’m gonna share it with all you fine folks and i hope you enjoy it too! :) and since it is in the OLR universe, there will be angst hahahaa. 

so this is for you Lemon, my sweet and sour friend~ ❤️ 

one last thing--i highly recommend either having the song above playing while you read this, or at least listen to it beforehand. yes, it’s a country song, but it really is so good and the lyrics - which i’ve italicized and bolded - seem to reflect Inuyasha’s thoughts perfectly, which is why i thought it fit so well with OLR’s theme. 

....shit okay one last last thing: i swear to fuck that the ending jumped out of a scene from a goddamn western harlequin romance novel with its level of cliche and drama and yes i am entirely proud of that fact ;ljadfilajflkahjsfue

She stood beside the bed, feeling empty, cold, hollow as she stared down at the pillows and blankets. It was still unmade, the sheets twisted, messy from her hasty retreat just that morning. Tears burned her eyes as she remembered why; the argument, the begging, the screaming. The heartbreak.

Her heart twinged and Kagome gasped, closing her eyes as she brought up a hand to cover her mouth. Was this…was this really it? Were they really going to leave things like this, unresolved and painful between them? God, she didn’t want to. She wanted to run outside, run through the night to his house, throw open the front door and beg him to—

Her bedroom door crashed open and Kagome gasped, whirling around with wide, liquid eyes, heart in her throat. Golden eyes, furious, hard, bore into her own and suddenly a heat suffused her body, chasing away the previous chill, and her stomach swooped as he shut the door and stalked toward her.

Her breath left her in a stuttered exhale, body trembling, coming alive from the heat in his gaze.

“Inuy—”

“Shut up,” he growled, grabbing her waist, hauling her in tight against him. His lips fell over hers, swallowing her gaps, the crush of his mouth hard, unforgiving, punishing.

Hands – frantic, desperate – removed clothing, touching, grabbing, caressing. They fell on the bed in tangle of limbs, skin against skin, heart against heart, flushed, needy, desperate. Growls, moans, whispered pleas echoed throughout the darkness of the room as they rocked together, moving in a dance as old as time. Fingers grasping sweat slicked skin, hearts thundering wildly and then perfectly syncing in a moment of euphoric completion. A stuttered breath, a gasp of a name; then silence.

Tears trekked down her flushed face as she was gathered against a hard chest, as familiar arms wrapped around her stated body and held her as she cried.

Girl, our mamas are best friends and so are we The whole town's rooting for us like the home team Most likely to settle down Plant a few roots real deep and let 'em grow

Kagome stood in front of the full-length mirror and ran a brush through her still damp hair, the yellow and blue sundress she wore complimenting the blue of her eyes. Blue eyes that were dull as they stared at her reflection, but didn’t really see it.

Which was just as well. She didn’t know why she picked this dress to wear, but had felt compelled to wear it anyway, even if looking at it made the vice on her heart tighten even more.

A gentle knock on her door startled her out of her thoughts and she blinked. Kagome turned her head in time to watch her mother crack open the door and poke her head inside, her smile kind, but her eyes sad. The older woman took in her daughter and her smile faded, but she didn’t comment as she stepped inside.

“Souta brought the car around,” she said softly. “And the keys are in it. Do you need help with your bags?”

“No,” Kagome answered and looked at her reflection again. “I packed most of them in the car last night. I just have my carry-on left.”

Mama nodded but said nothing as gazed at her daughter. Her heart ached at the pain she saw reflected in those dear features, in the eyes were that identical to her late husband’s—Kagome’s father.

“Kagome…” she started, but then sighed as those sad, sad eyes turned toward her once again. Mama shook her head. “Are you going to say goodbye?”

Kagome’s breath hitched. She didn’t need to ask who she was talking about. She swallowed past the lump in her throat and tried to ignore the butterflies that took flight in her belly.

“I…I’m going to try,” she whispered and god help her, but she couldn’t stop the tears from welling in her eyes. “But Mama, I don’t…he probably doesn’t want to see…”

Her throat tightened and she pressed her lips tightly together to stifle the sob that welled up. Immediately arms, warm and familiar, surrounded her. Kagome buried her face in her mother’s shoulder as the tears spilled from her eyes.

“I’ll talk to Izayoi,” Mama murmured and kissed her daughter’s head, her heart aching for her little girl as she felt her own eyes getting hot with the threat of tears. “If anyone can talk some sense into that boy, it’s his mother.”

Kagome sniffled and nodded, grateful that her mother would help her in this endeavor. It was unlikely he’d want to see her, but she had to at least try…

Closing her eyes as her mother rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, Kagome clung to her mother and let herself remember, the memories flashing before her mind’s eye and then fading away just as quickly, only to be replaced by another one, fresher, more precious, more painful than the one before.

But we can't stop this real world from spinnin' us Your bright lights called, I don't blame you for pickin' up Your big dream bags are all packed up and ready to go But I just need you to know

“Shhh! Quit laughing or they’ll hear us!”

Another badly stifled giggle echoed in the night as he drew her into the darkness of the trees, toward their secret spot they’d found years ago. One hand held a six pack while the other held tight to her hand, fingers laced, and he couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face before an exhilarated chuckle of his own burst from his lips.

Darkness gave way to the orange glow of a fire, the soft crackling of wood breaking the stillness of the night.

“Why is this so good?”

“Because we’re seventeen.”

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Shut up and maybe we won’t be.”

“Hey, this was your idea—”

The rest of the words were stolen in a kiss, a hand coming up to cradle her jaw as a ragged sigh whispered against her lips. He tasted like beer and spearmint gum. She smiled. A strange combination, but it was him, and she loved it.

--

“You should have seen it, Inuyasha,” Kagome gushed a year later, sitting on her bed as she excitedly gushed about her time in LA to her best friend. “The sunset was absolutely gorgeous, like nothing you’ve ever seen before! God, I wish you were there with me. I just know you’d love it.”

Inuyasha smiled and reached forward to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I doubt I can love anything more than you.”

Blue eyes widened as a flush spread across her cheeks; her breath hitched, lips forming his name and eyes drifting closed as he leaned forward and took her mouth in a warm, lazy kiss.

--

“Would you ever wanna go?”

“Go where?” Fingers racked through dark hair and her sigh was blissful, a soft melody in his ears.

“California.”

“…You mean like…visit?”

“Well, maybe longer than a visit…like an extended trip, or something…lots of opportunities out that way…”

A brief pause before the fingers continued. “No. …Do you?”

“Mmm…dunno. Maybe after graduation? I had so much fun last time, but…”

“But what?”

A pause. Then, “Nothing. Kiss me.”

A husky chuckle before a pair of lips covered her own and any thoughts about the Golden State far, far from her mind as she returned his kiss.

That I love you more than a California sunset More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet More than a Sunday morning Lord Turnin' some poor lost souls 'round, Hallelujah bound

“Ewww, get that away from me!”

“C’mon Kagome, it’s just a worm! It ain’t gonna bite ya!”

“Eeee! Inuyasha, don’t you dare—!”

Laughter as he chased her around with a baited hook, the sound of water splashing as bare feet waded into the lake.

“Wait, I think I got something!”

The crank of a fishing rod as he reeled it in, the water splashing as whatever was caught struggled against the pull. Grunting, muttered curses, and soft giggling before with a splash the bass burst from the water, dangling from the hook.

“You got it!”

“Damn, ain’t nothing more satisfying than that feeling when the bass hits the hook!”

“I can think of one thing…”

Soft lips, warm and smiling, pressed against his own and Inuyasha abruptly decided that yeah, this was definitely better.

--

“California?”

“Yeah! Can’t you just imagine it, Inuyasha? The lights, the nightlife, the ocean, and no more snow! You always complain about the snow.”

“Yeah, but…Kagome, I don’t know…”

“Just think about it, okay? I’m not asking for you to decide right now. But this is something I’ve thought about for a while now, Inuyasha, and I just…I want to experience it with you. Please?”

A pause, and then heavy sigh. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”

A brilliant smile, soft lips pressing to his cheek in a warm kiss. “You know I love you, right?”

“…I know, Kagome. Me, too.”

--

“I can’t believe you’re reading that crap.”

“It’s not crap, it’s romantic. You could probably learn something or two from these books, you uncultured dog.”

“Uncultured? Really?”

“Besides, I like it when the guy gets the girl at the end. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

“I can make you feel all warm and fuzzy, too.”

Her gasp was cut off as lips pressed against her neck and hands slipped beneath her shirt to roam across soft skin. The book fell from her fingers to dive into silver hair, eyes closing as her head fell back with a breathy sigh.

--

“Yes.”

The blood was rushing so loudly in his ears he barely heard her and the thundering of his heart against his chest was so forceful, it was a wonder it didn’t leap out into her waiting hands. 

“Y-yes?” he echoed, voice naught but a disbelieving rasp as he stared at her with wide, shocked - and cautiously hopeful - golden eyes.

A half-sob, half-laugh burst from her lips and her eyes were bright from more than just the unshed tears brimming the beautiful depths.  Lips trembled as she smiled, hand trembling even more as she held it out before her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Inuyasha, I’ll marry you. I—”

What she felt next wasn’t the cool metal of his grandmother’s ring as it found a new home on her finger, but instead the warmth of her beloved’s hand as it wrapped around hers and yanked her forward into his arms. They tumbled to the ground, laughing, crying, exchanging endless kisses and promises of forever as the ring, forgotten on the ground but still nestled within the velvet box, glittered merrily in the warm glow of the fire.

Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down 'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

“Come with me.”

Silence; thick, stony. Cold.

Desperation made her voice high, the words falling from her lips fast. “Inuyasha, please, come back with me—we’d have such an amazing time together, learning, living and—you can enroll in my school, Inuyasha! It’s not too late, there are so many programs to choose from, and I just think you can do so much more with your life than—”

“Than what, Kagome?” The words were snapped, harsh, biting as he whirled around to peg her with a hard stare. “Than taking on the valued responsibility of the ranch that’s been in my family for fucking generations? Than building our fucking house? You know, the one we'll live in after we’re married? I can’t do that, Kagome. I won’t.”

“But that’s just it, Inuyasha, you have no room to grow here! You’re stifled by the responsibility you feel to take over the ranch when leaving could relieve you of that burden! The world is so big, Yash, and there’s so much more beyond this little town, so if you would just trust me—”

“You’re asking me to drop and leave everything I know behind, Kagome!” His voice was loud, thunderous in his anger, his frustration, his pain. “This my home, our home, and you just want me to leave like it don’t even matter! Like the fucking life I’m trying to build for us don’t even matter!”

“That’s why I’m asking you to come with me!” Tears, hot, salty ran unchecked down her face, blue eyes big and pleading and flashing with undisguised panic. “I want to be with you, Inuyasha, I do, but I need you to understand—!”

“Then be with me here, dammit!” A note of desperation, amber eyes pleading, frantic, angry.

A choked sob, a muffled whimper. “I can’t…”

An anguished sound, a shattered cry, and then a door slamming shut, loud, devastating, final.

--

The words slammed into him harder than any blow he’d ever received, the shock greater than hitting the unforgiving ground after falling off a horse, and the pain far, far worse than he ever could have imagined.

Fuck, it would have hurt less if she’d just outright slapped him in the face.

She wouldn’t look at him, her gaze focused on the ground, dark hair hiding her expression. He swallowed once, twice; his mouth felt like a desert, his tongue heavy, thick, useless. His throat worked but no sound came out. Ice replaced the blood in his veins, freezing his lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“Wh…what did you s…” He shook his head, swayed on his feet as he blinked hard. He couldn't have heard her right. She couldn't have just told him—

“…I cheated on you. Inuyasha, I—”

He didn’t hear the rest of what she said. His legs abruptly gave out and he stumbled back, sitting down hard onto the fallen log behind him. The log he’d proposed to her on. The log they’d kissed on—

He shook his head again, a frown pulling his brows down low over his eyes as he tried to register the words spilling from her mouth a mile a minute. Two days…two days ago. That—that didn’t make any sense. He couldn’t—he couldn’t smell anything, couldn’t detect any sort of incriminating evidence that suggested she’d been unfaithful. 

Amber eyes lifted, flashing with tentative hope. She’d been drunk—she didn’t remember, so maybe if he told her—

The sight of his grandmother’s ring, nestled in the middle of her palm, might as well have been his heart because it sure as sure shit felt like she’d just ripped it out of his chest. His stomach clenched, the breath seized in his lungs, and a curious numbness spread throughout his entire body. The realization hit him even harder than the pain had, and that in and of itself would have brought him to his knees had he not already been sitting. 

Honeyed eyes, agonized, pleading, lifted to her face. Again she would not meet his gaze, eyes closed against the tears that spilled down her cheeks. He suddenly tasted salt and with a start he realized he was crying too, the tears warm as they streaked down his pale face but he gave them no mind. 

“K…Kagome…” It was the only thing he could get through a throat tight from anguish. A plea, a prayer, a question all in one as he stared at her, heedless of the tears that continued to fall. 

Her eyes squeezed shut and she shook her head; a clenched sob broke from her lips as she reached forward, grabbed his hand, closed his fingers around the ring, giving it back, giving back his heart that she no longer wanted. Pain, sharp and intense, pierced through him and he gasped, unable to do a damned thing as she backed away from him, arms folded around herself.

“I’m sorry,” she rasped, shaking her head, over and over, backing away. “I just…I can’t…”

A sob, borne of a sorrow so deep, of regret and fear and pain so sharp it felt it in the very marrow of his bones, broke free of her lips right before she whirled around and dashed away, through the night, through the trees, away from the fire, away from him.

Inuyasha could do nothing but sit there, his rejected grandmother’s ring clutched in his fist and his vision blurry from hot tears as he watched her run. Curious, that instead of the crushing pain he expected to feel in his chest, there was a hollow ache that resonated, like an echo of a mournful howl for the one who had just run away with his heart.

What hurt more than the pain of watching her go, however, and more than the diamond cutting into his palm, was the jarring realization that the woman he loved more than his own life would rather fabricate a lie of infidelity than be with him. 

And because he loved her more than his own happiness…he’d let her. 

I ain't the runaway kind, I can't change that My heart's stuck in these streets like the train tracks City sky ain't the same black Ain't that a map dot shame, man, to think that

Sitting on his bed, freshly showered and donned in simple jeans and a t-shirt, Inuyasha’s head was bowed between his shoulders and his arms were propped on his knees. His hands, clenched into tight fists, gradually relaxed and a breath he hadn’t’ even realized he’d been holding rushed from his lungs, escaping his mouth in a harsh exhale that did absolutely nothing to absolve the torment wreaking his mind.

As the last vestiges of the memory faded away, far more painful than all the ones before, he opened his eyes and stared down at the hardwood floor, scuffed and scratched and worn. He frowned, his chest feeling tight, his stomach in knots, his muscles tensing and relaxing with a restless energy that was hard to ignore. He wanted to punch something, to run, to fight, fight for her to stay, fight for them.

But he remained where he was, hands flexing, jaw clenched, eyes shut tight against the pain that was determined to bring him to his knees. God, why, why did she have to—

Gentle rapping on the door before it was cracked open. He didn’t look up but he didn’t need to; he knew why she was here. The ache in his chest intensified, sharped, traveled up to knot in his throat and make it harder to breathe.

She didn’t say anything at first, simply stared. Then, “…She wants to see you.”

Inuyasha turned his head, looked out the window.

A pause. Then a sigh, resigned, sad. “Asako called. Before she showed up at the door, I mean. Asked me to talk to you. Said I would, but didn’t make any promises.” Pause. “You already know how I feel about her doing this, but…you should at least say goodbye. You’ll regret it if you don’t. You know you will.”

A tightening of his jaw and a deep furrowing of his brow was her response.

“…I’m sorry, my love.”

The door closed with a soft click.

A minute passed. Two. Three.

Inuyasha exploded to his feet, grabbed the lamp on the nightstand, and hurled it against the wall with a roar that was equal parts rage, frustration, and deep, intense anguish that reverberated throughout the entire house; echoing, thunderous, shattering.

Deafening silence followed his outburst; he sank to his knees and wept.

I love you more than a California sunset More than a beer when you ain't twenty-one yet More than a Sunday morning Lord Turnin' some poor lost souls around, Hallelujah bound Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But, baby, this might be the last time I get to lay you down Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

It was impossible not to hear it. As the color drained from Kagome’s face and her heart clenched in her chest, Izayoi stared at her with eyes hardened from the ache she was feeling for her son, the sorrow she felt at his heartbreak twisted into bitter, resentful anger at the woman standing before her.

Kagome closed her eyes, bit her lip to stifle the sob that welled in her throat, sucked in a shaky breath meant to harden her resolve. It didn’t and she fought not to fall apart on the front porch, locking knees that threatened to give out on her.

“Go,” Izayoi muttered in a voice like flint and ignored the younger woman’s flinch. “You’ve done enough damage here. And I’m not talking about whatever he just destroyed.”

Hot tears pricked the back of her eyes. Her throat tightened, preventing any words, protests, to spill from her mouth. She stared at the older woman with wide eyes, someone who she, for the longest time, had looked upon as a second mother, someone to confide in, to trust.

She found none of the warmth that she was used to seeing. No fondness, no compassion, no understanding. Coldness spread through Kagome’s veins, turning her blood to ice, knotting in her stomach, heavy, uncomfortable.

Izayoi stared back, cold, unforgiving, unregretful.

“I’m sorry,” Kagome whispered.

The older woman pressed her lips into a thin line and looked away, arms tight across her chest.

Rejected, heartbroken, Kagome turned, her feet feeling heavy as they carried her back to her car. The tears ran unchecked down her face now, streaming down pale cheeks. She tasted salt and she got in the vehicle, closed the door. Her body felt like it was on autopilot as she revved the engine and started down the long dirt driveway.

It wasn’t until she had gone halfway that she broke down, great, gasping sobs erupting from her throat. Her vision was blurry from the unending tears and her knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. Without even realizing it her foot had slipped from the accelerator and she was merely coasting now, too distraught, too tormented to think about anything else but the pain ravaging her heart. Unbidden one last memory, the most recent, flashed before her mind’s eye, twisting the knife keeper, crushing her, killing her…

“Don’t do this.”

He froze at the softly uttered words, spoken in a tone so raw with pain that it trembled. He swallowed hard and turned his head just the slightest bit, but said nothing.

Silence. Thick, tense, deafening.

Then he tightened his jaw, hardened his eyes, and continued putting his boots on.

A choked sob, the rustle of cloth. “Inuyasha, please—”

“I’m sorry.”

He stood up from the side of the bed and refused to look at her as he collected his jacket, still sitting in a heap on the floor from where it was hastily thrown the night before.

A stuttered breath, followed by the salty scent of tears. His lips drew into a tight line and his hands fisted tightly at his sides as he forced himself to head toward the door. But, goddamn him, he paused right in front of it, hand on the knob, jaw clenched so hard it ached.

“Please,” she begged and the word was a raspy plea, vision blurry from tears. “If you would just—we can talk about this—”

“I love you, Kagome,” Inuyasha said and he heard her sharp intake of breath, but he didn’t turn around. He swallowed once, twice, and closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and forced the words past a throat tight with emotion.

“Inu—”

“But I can’t…love you more than this. I just…I can’t.”

Another sob, a hitched breath, and his chest ached. He bowed his head.

“See you around, Kagome,” he whispered and left, his footsteps fading down the hallway and down the stairs until the slam of the front door echoed in the dark house.

Kagome dropped her face into her hands and wept.

The front door burst open and Inuyasha was desperation personified as he rushed past his alarmed mother, sprinting as fast as he could toward the barn that held the horses. Not even a full minute later a white blur sped from the barn and bolted through the open gate of the pasture, following the car that was leaving with his love, his soul, his very heart.

Standing on the porch, Izayoi pressed a hand to her heart while the other covered her mouth, muffling the sob that burst from her lips as teary eyes watched her son chase after the woman who broke his heart.

'Cause I love you more than a California sunset I love you more in a twenty-dollar sundress Hate that loaded down car you got your keys in Girl, but I hate even more that you're leavin'

Urging his mount to go faster, harder, the thundering of her hooves against the ground rivaled that of the thundering of his heart in his chest. Hands gripping the coarse hair of her mane, Inuyasha grit his teeth against the harsh wind, his eyes wild, desperate and bright with unshed tears as he kicked the mare’s flanks to go faster, dammit, faster!

The distance between them was closing, the rumble of the engine, of gravel crunching beneath tires becoming louder until he was riding alongside her, along the fence that enclosed the front pasture. His hands fisted his mount’s mane in a while-knuckled grip as he leaned over her neck, legs tight to her sides.

He turned his head and wild, despairing golden eyes collided with wide, tear-filled blue.

Kagome’s heart lurched in her chest, making her gasp as goosebumps erupted on her skin. She sobbed, shaking her head, mouthing his name and forcing her eyes to look straight ahead. What—what was he doing?! Why?! God, he was making this even harder than it already was, taking her heart and stomping on it, cruel, cold, conniving.

But it made sense, didn’t it.

She had broken his heart, and now he was doing the same to her.

'Cause I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits a hook When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book But that ain't you and me so I guess I'll see you around 'Cause I can't love you more than my hometown

Inuyasha didn’t let up, not even when she looked away, gritting his teeth, kicking his mount to keep up when she accelerated. She was crying, and although he couldn’t hear her, he could see the way she shook, shoulders jerking, chest heaving, face wet from her tears and fuck she was wearing the sundress—

The end of the drive was in sight. Kagome slowed down, so did he, but she didn’t stop as she once again turned her head and caught his gaze. Inuyasha was already staring at her, heart in his eyes, a silent plea falling from his lips, willing her to hear….

“Don’t go.”

A sob, raw, choked, anguished.

“I’m sorry.”

Without even realizing, he let up on his mount, the mare slowing to a trot, a walk, and then stood still, recovering from the hard gallop. Golden eyes, awash with ears, watched the car reach the end of the drive and turn, driving away, going, going, getting smaller, fading.

Gone.

Something inside Inuyasha shattered and he didn’t think it could ever, ever be repaired.

Love you more than my hometown Love you more than my hometown Love you more, baby, love you more

[nozomijoestar]

I used to have this story exclusively on my Ao3 but since I deleted that last December its taken me months to feel any rhythm of comfort uploading writing online again be it original or not; so I’m finally planning to reupload stuff I saved that isn’t already tagged here

Originally written under ‘Start and Start Again’ for She-Ra Fluff Bang 2020 and my first standalone novella length thing at 10k

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The journey of Catra’s ever changing life begins with one step forward

It started as a bump on her stomach. A mild thing no bigger than her fist. Yet it stuck out the way the crown piece of a treasure hoard shines. Catra stumbled backwards; gripped the sink to keep her balance. She stared deeper into the full length mirror. The bump remained, had it gotten taller in this light? It was smooth to the touch or rather as smooth as fur could be. The softness of her was something to take great pride in. Anyone who assumed her messy were proven dead wrong. Now wasn't the time for petty thinking however.  

Catra sank to the floor still clutching her stomach. She felt it join as part of her, this new thing, and if she strained her ears she just knew it had a heartbeat. A child. Adora's- no their child. She has to swallow to not shout 'Holy Shit!!!' at the top of her lungs. Instead it makes her bite her lip until blood trickles. Catra winces then recovers; she stands and runs water to splash on her face. The woman staring back in the vanity mirror is smiling under the wet bangs sticking to her forehead; smiling like an idiot now disheveled. She pivots and bolts out the bathroom yelling.

"Hey Adora! Adora come over here!"

"Catra? What's going on this early?"

She dashed around the sofa through the living room to find Adora rubbing her eyes and slinking out of bed. She heard her mumble already about waking ahead of schedule; it made her try not to roll her eyes. Of course she'd fixate on that right out of sleep. Before she let her get in another word Catra stopped in front of her. She grabbed Adora's hand and pressed it to her stomach. A lopsided grin was all she could muster for a reply. It took a few seconds, then Adora's eyes went wide. She saw her stare at the bump with such reverence Catra felt tears fall.

"You're...we're..."

"I know."

Adora pulled her down into a hug so tight Catra had to tap her to ease it.

"I'm gonna be a parent...Catra you're gonna be a parent! It's, it's real. It's actually happening."

"Told ya it'd work out."

Then Adora sucked in a huge breath and went rigid gawking at the ground.

"Oh my god I'm gonna be someone's mom. I dunno the first thing about babies! Catra who do we even ask-"

"Um, all of Bright Moon and our friends? They already know we're trying did'ja think they'd ditch us now?"

"No! No of course not. It's just this is actually happening. What if I mess it up already and something goes wrong o-or they come and don't like me- can babies think their mom is lame before they're born? What if-"

"Adora. Do you still want a baby?"

"Yes. More than anything. Sorry I know I'm being-"

"Hey. That's all you need; someone like you is gonna do fine. So stop or you'll give yourself a heart attack before the kid's even here."

Catra sat beside her and rubbed circles on her back. A sigh filled the room when Adora leaned her head on Catra's shoulder. She planted a kiss in her hair and wrapped an arm around her.

"...I wouldn't have my kid with someone I knew'd be shit at it. Or to me. You're you Adora, I didn't choose anyone else."

"I know I know. We're nothing like Sha-"

For an instant something stops Adora as if she's been gagged. Her eyes go wide again haunted by the sinister. She tries speaking only to make a strangled sound. They exchanged a look of understanding no one should have. A look of indescribable pain. Shared pain. Adora strains to start a third time when Catra finishes it.

"Nothing like Shadow Weaver. And we never will be. You can kill me if I do."

"I wouldn't go that far but...me too."

Wordlessly she let Adora slide against her and rest on her chest. Catra purred as she traced her claws along Adora's arm. Her tail coiled around Adora's waist when she bent to kiss her cheek. A hum is all she gets in reply; its more than enough.

"We're better people now, aren't we?" She asks.

"We'll always be better if we try. You're right I shouldn't be so hard on myself. Catra?"

She saw the eyes staring up fill with worry like it held the same value as water. Like it was something born in Adora's hands and for all their years since childhood it may well have been. Like it paired perfect with the tension stiffening her face. A face that deserved only to finally be soft forever. Catra whispered already knowing she wouldn't cure anything. It was too late of course; shame was her birthright too.

"I'm happy. I'm so happy right now I can't put it into words even for you. But that doesn't change what I've done. Who I was before this, before this version of us...back when we woke up everyday wondering if that'd be the last time."

"Catra no."

"I hurt you, Adora. I keep saying it because it's never going away ok? I hurt you, I hurt Sparkles and Arrow-Boy, Scorpia...Entrapta. The entire damn planet can bite me in the ass someday and I'd understand. The Horde destroyed. This being the happiest time of my life doesn't erase that."

"Catra-"

"What if I get frustrated and relapse? What if it's not even something I do it runs in families and I'm ruining them right now by being their mother because being a failure is just destiny?!"

"Enough."

The hands holding her head were firm as Adora moved to tangle them in her hair. She lowered her fully onto her lap; let herself purr with a breath in. Her eyes closed, tears fell. Adora's thumb wiped them away. It was so gentle Catra couldn't help a sob. She let everything pour out, let herself be wracked by hiccups; not one received judgement. She sat raw, bare in a place where dignity came innate not earned and knew herself still the invader. The conqueror. An aide to desolation.

The knotted feeling in her throat overpowered the new life under Adora's touch. Her stomach tingled at the caress; did their child want to scold her too?

In the end Adora's voice, that better half, guided her to reason.

"You're allowed to feel bad, remember? Like Perfuma said? I cant stop you no matter how much it hurts to hear. You're allowed to have bad days; but you're not allowed to give up. And you're not allowed to stop improving."

She let herself be pushed gently onto their bed; settled into the wholeness of their bodies resting together like they were made for nothing else. Adora is warm, her chest is safe, and her blonde hair falls across Catra better than a curtain. She purrs and purrs in her arms unable to stop, to entertain the thought for stopping. Hands wander the length of her then settle on her hips. Adora's thumb circles her fur until she wraps her tail along that forearm. They kiss and by god Catra will never get over the bliss it brings.  How do you get over a free fall?

In silence she lets herself be tucked further against her; their legs entangle just as a feeling indescribable bursts from deep within. Something Catra knows she's understood for as long as she could remember that refuses to emerge in glimpses anymore. Only Adora can hope to know it in equal measure. She wants to wish that more than she's ever wanted at all. She swallows before meeting Adora's eyes. Adora has the briefest second for confusion when Catra's impulse strikes in her softest voice.

"It's like you know me better than I know myself."

Adora's face went wide then slid into the chuckle they know means contentment.

"Because you let me in."

And let her in she continued to do. For every day she grew bigger not a feasible moment did she spend alone. If she hungered the kitchen stocks ran dry, when she rested Bright Moon went still. Whenever she yowled or groaned there came Adora to massage her, Bow to shoo away prying eyes, Glimmer to order so many extra pillows for their room she thought there'd finally be something to suffocate her worse than herself.

She sat at the center of the castle gardens in the sun. Seven months had turned the seasons hot into mild into cold that'd kept her tucked in Adora's embrace, now turned again another leaf into Spring. Her back ached under a pressure fanning up her spine and centered on her swollen belly. Catra stifled a groan. Adora sat slumped over the table sound asleep opposite her. The gentle snores rumbling from her chest punctuated the bird calls like a bad note cutting a song. Catra laughed as soft as possible. Maybe their kid would pick it up from the get-go.

The ice in her drink clinked as she sipped. That's when she heard another step through the grass. She glanced at a hedge over her glass brim.

"Quit screwing around before someone else sees you."

"Ohhh Kitten you still don't know the meaning of fun do you?"

"Shhh. Adora's asleep. Thought you'd be quieter too. Must be sooo hard going soft."

A guard emerged from the shadows in white armor. The crescent standard of Bright Moon on the chest liquified then twisted into darkness. It bent and spread until a new figure emerged. Double Trouble shook out the unshaven half of their blond undercut. They stretched into a saunter across the paving stones.

Their high heels made that grating 'click clack' noise she'd once waited for in the Fright Zone. On reflex she glanced at Adora; she was still asleep, now drooling. The nasal pitch Double Trouble called a voice went lower even as their words dripped sass. Catra wished it'd never change, if you dragged the thought out of her.

"I'm surprised you've kept that tongue of yours looking like that. What a nasty little bite from an expecting mother."

"Oh really? What a tired act from a spy about to be washed out in peacetime. Hey don't sit there!"

"No darling you made the bed now lie in it for that one. This table is more than enough for a party."

They smirked at each other and knew there was nothing to forgive. Double Trouble gave Adora a once over look; their eyes lingered on Catra's stomach. They crossed their legs and arms with that flair Catra secretly imitated in the mirror. She went back to drinking.

"Seems like you two tied the knot finally. So sorry I had to miss that event, the stage called me. Color me not shocked to have seen this coming a mile away."

"...What's that mean?"

"It means darling there are countless women throughout the universe who'd kill for your position. Wife of She-Ra and now adding to this little litter you two are starting? Honey you're the most envied yet admired woman anywhere."

"Yeah well I'll believe it when I see it. That many people couldn't like me unless there was something to take."

"Dear, would you look at me?"

She did and found them filing their nails. Typical. They continued.

"Are we friends?"

A pause. Catra twiddled her thumbs. They looked her dead in the eyes now.

"Yeah."

"And her over there, what is she to you?"

"I...Adora is part of my everything."

"Why?"

"What'd you mean why?"

She stopped herself and startled; her eyes widened toward something distant, somewhere within. There from her memory stood Adora, begging her to turn rebel, Adora catching her before a drop to certain death, Adora laughing as they held hands like children again through dark tunnels. Adora overturning an empire millions strong to save her on nothing more than her heart. Adora crying always crying but never stopping.

Foolish and lovely Adora who promised her in infinite ways she was worth it.

Double Trouble grinned into a sound of contentment. They put their filer away and stared expectantly but not without care.

"I take it you know. Now tell me this and be honest- what about Glimmer and Bow? What about all these other princesses and their kingdoms? How do they treat you?"

"They're...they're kind to me. Every time we were off planet letting Adora do her thing, seeing people hold magic for the first time...putting up with my crap before this baby and...helping."

"Oh dearest me that sounds like dare I say, friendship!"' They gasped in mock surprise and laid a hand on their chest.

Catra shot them a scowl; it didn't last.

"Shut up before Adora gets up and misses another hour of sleep. Do you have any idea how she's been? I don't think she's even running on anything anymore like, everyday."

"Taking care of you I'd assume. Go on am I right?" Double Trouble asked (with a wiggle of their eyebrows of course) as if they were on the verge of a delicious secret. For all Catra knew they probably did and could eat those.

"Don't read my damn mind." She replied resting her chin on her palm.

"Darling, Catra, enough moping. Having to kick you in the rear like this when you of all people are making kittens is a bad look. Times have changed; you're not that hollow eyed puppet I knocked sense into back with the Horde. Be free, live a little, throw your kid wild birthday parties. And for the love of theatre get some better stylists for the two of you. I won't stand for a child who's moms aren't looking fabulous."

The whirlwind of gestures their hands made came to a stop. They stared yet again with that expectation bearing down on her. Catra read their eyes. It came from a good place; a place deep, deep past the snark. A veil of doubt that'd anchored in her fell away. Everyone had been kind no- was being kind. The cruelest thing they could do was throw a pregnant woman out to fend for herself and that was seven months too late. 'Or early. Weren't you found in a box? Weren't you out with the trash once time was up?'

She shuddered. No, it wasn't like that anymore, it had no right to be. No power over her; no power over her family. Catra grit her teeth and fangs flashed. She wouldn't let it. Without thinking a growl rumbled through her. Double Trouble clicked their tongue.

"Stress is extra bad for you right now Kitten. Just try to keep stepping out of that head of yours and see what's around for a change."

At last they stood and made to leave; Catra almost reached to stop them, then thought better. What more was there to add? They'd seen her for an open book. Instead she swallowed hard. The voice that called out to them bled sincerity.

"Thank you."

"Pay me back by making good choices darling."

Two weeks later she wriggles her toes on a beach in Mystacor. The sky shifts from twilight to orange dusk. She just knows she's counted the exact same number of clouds the past hour. The air is so clean it's her only barrier from passing out; every breath jolts energy beneath her aches. Adora's footsteps are easy to read when her ears perk. She wraps her tail around her at the feel of them sitting together.

Adora hums before reaching to stroke her belly. The kiss on her cheek is simple yet her blood dances in excitement. Their fingers lace together on the sand. It grounds them. Catra knows Bow is carrying something by the slightest drag in his gait; Glimmer (if you asked her Catra still had the right to call her Sparkles, Queen shit and everything aside) followed behind. The four of them were a crowd that made anything happen.

As if on cue the baby kicked. Whatever the others blathered about faded from her mind into white noise. Beside her time stopped for Adora too; this kid was already making them predictable. The wonder Catra watched spread across her face stayed fresh as ever. Glimmer and Bow went silent. She felt their eyes trace over, heard their breath hitch. She smiled.

"Can I feel it this time?"

"Glimmer you always ask that. Save room for Uncle Bow, who just so happens to have something I know they'll love!"

"My Aunt helped." Glimmer added behind a hand though Bow could hear her.

"Yes she did but only the clothes; these were all me. See for yourselves."

He revealed a set of dolls from a sack. Each were handwoven and stitched so well if she didn't know Bow she'd guess a machine's handiwork. Her breath hitched. Their likenesses were posed under his movements as Glimmer clapped with a giggle. Adora gasped, covered her mouth while her eyes watered. Big ol' softie her Adora was; yet she fought her own tears. The doll with her face wore a grin between cockiness and charm. The smarmy, ruthless, torn glare of her past self morphed on the silk in her minds eye. Its fangs were bared and its sneer cruel.

Catra shuddered and recoiled until she nearly toppled onto the sand. Her bug eyed stare at the thing matched her heaving chest. Nausea that chased a prickling sensation washed over her like a wave; a force of nature. Several deep breaths gave her some composure but the world continued to blur in a haze. Her heartbeat thrummed in her throat and hearing faded and-

And then Adora filled her vision; Adora held her tight until finally she went still. She felt her cheek cupped and fingers massaging through her hair. Though it had regrown thick as a mane despite reaching her shoulders Adora's nails found her scalp. Of course they would; she purred into the embrace and bit her lip to swallow a cry.

'Just try to keep stepping out of that head of yours and see what's around for a change.'

She blinked; the world popped back into place. They stared at her with faces on a scale from terror to worry; as if there were much difference. Bow's pleas about what was wrong stopped the instant her eyes dared linger on her doll again. He looked down and understood; away it went into the sack.

It wasn't the sentiment that upset her. He knew why. Words returned slow when he took her hand.

"I love it Bow, thanks, really; it's sweet of you. I'm sorry I...y'know. Need to keep working on myself."

"Hey don't apologize for that it's alright. I should be the one saying sorry; I didn't think it was still this bad for you."

"Whatever keeps bugging you we're here ok? No shaming, Horde Scum." Glimmer added with a smile that continued to forgive her more than Catra deserved in her opinion.

But if her own words couldn't be trusted, had she been shown forgiveness after all?

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Adora, always there to cut to the point. She found her voice.

"When I saw myself it's like realizing my kid's gonna idolize me. They're gonna grow up having me everywhere if I'm really with them or not. They might even say they wanna be like their mom. Makes a feeling come over me...who I was tries to tell me they'll find nothing to be proud of."

"Oh Catra. We can't not let you feel that way but what matters is you've changed. You keep changing everyday; look at you now! You're committed to motherhood for one, you and Adora are amazing together, you helped me with so much paperwork- c'mon Bow tell her."

Glimmer nudged Bow until he nudged back; he gave Catra a stare that pierced her doubts. She'd rarely seen anyone who captured the sensation of light poking through clouds. He deserved to be called a sun. She swallowed hard again. God, this baby had her emotional.

"You've come a long way. We chose and keep choosing to help. I know it's hard but don't let whats in your head overpower that. We care. You're not gonna go back to being who you were. If you do, we'd stop you because we want to."

"But, everything with Angella-"

Fuck she mentioned it. Why? She just had to bring it up didn't she? 'Do you enjoy shooting yourself in the foot?...' A squeeze on her arm brought her mind to a halt. Damn, Adora may as well have a license in reading her mood. Glimmer sighed from a deep breath. She watched her face knit into something between grief and acceptance.

Everyone went silent, hinged themselves on whatever Glimmer said next. When she spoke her voice came thoughtful yet blunt.

"My mother is gone. Because of you or not she's not here and wallowing in anger and self pity isn't going to bring her back. I'm sure if she saw me still doing it she'd be upset. I've had the years I needed for that; the Catra in front of me isn't the same who pulled the switch."

Glimmer put a hand on Catra's shoulder and smiled when it was welcome. Their eyes met and she saw Bow nod. Glimmer continued in her queenly voice this time; gone were any hints she spent hours practicing, her mother's strength rang clear.

"Don't discredit our choice to forgive. Trust us to stay honest with you and care. Trust yourself like I know you can. Now, let's rate how cheesy my Aunt's baby clothes look!"

Catra's senses returned as if popping back into existence. Just like that they jumped into the next discussion, the next joke, the next tease. She sat with no one but herself to blame; no one but herself for guilt to feast on. Was that it? Was she still trapped in time? How simple it'd been to get an answer for once, yet beside it came more than she understood. The baby kicked again. She sighed and touched her stomach.

"Sorry you've got an overthinking Mama kid."

Adora nudged her. She turned to find that contagious smile to reel her in.

"Hey they're right y'know. Everything is gonna be ok, I promise."

Promises sacred as they were didn't lessen the pain. Her vision blurred at another stab of pain, another push as her entire body pulsed. Her lower back had it the worst; every ounce of pain coursed from that white hot center until Catra was sure she'd been reduced to jelly, if she could ever see straight again. Another scream tore her throat. Her body arched.

The hiss Adora shot out as Catra's claws dug into her hand registered faintly. She could hear Entrapta babbling some science jargon. Scorpia's frantic voice came beside Entrapta's assembly of rumbling tech no doubt worried over everything; that still didn't help an entire baby kicking out of her. Didn't anyone get that? Now wasn't the time for anything other than whatever got this tiny person out.

Catra screamed and shook and writhed and no matter how many times Entrapta said push it blurred together. She let her head loll sideways in exhaustion. Adora stared at her seized by panic that could do nothing but watch, and hated it. It scratched at the unfocused rage gathering around her like storm clouds. Whatever she said fell hazy on Catra's ears because not a moment behind Catra yelled,

"Next time you're doing this; when this is over I'm kicking your ass AdorAHHGGUUHHH!!!"

Several deep breaths and pushes later a wail robbed anything she could say. Every voice stopped, every head turned and every ear strained. It came again. A high pitched wail echoed through the room. A baby's first cry. There was no time then; no past nor future only the moments for each cry hurled into the world. She watched a shape writhe in Entrapta's arms at the foot of the bed. A flash of metal later and the umbilical cord was cut.  

Everything remained a blur...then Entrapta handed her a squirming bundle. The baby rested against her easier than breathing. It was just, so right; one of the most right things Catra ever knew. Their fur matched her tan orange down to the slightly darker stripes. The hair is all Catra; she'd recognize that messy brown anywhere. It's when they blink at her for the first time, that's when Adora's blue eyes stare back.

Their hands are curled into fists and they fuss under her gaze. They blink once, twice, Catra finds herself counting everything. A purr deep enough to rattle them took her by surprise. At last her claws retracted from Adora's skin; she cradled their child between measured breaths. The instant she's released Adora doesn't waste a second coming closer.

They look at each other then their child then back again. Tears are the first thing they feel together followed by Adora's lopsided grin.

"Still wanna kick my ass?"

"Shut up and get in here dummy."

Catra's voice is hoarse but that doesn't lessen the spark in their kiss. Fingers tangle in Catra's sweaty hair and she's breathless when they pull away. There's a moment of silence until Entrapta gets the drop on them. Of course she does, she's Entrapta. They can spy the glint off her tape recorder.

"Just to confirm the baby is healthy at seven pounds eight ounces, a length of twenty centimeters, tail included, and a sex of male. Now the real question is have either of you chosen a name?"

The thick tendril of Entrapta's hair holding her recorder wiggles closer. Catra snarled on impulse and fought to not snap her teeth too.

"Don't hold that thing so close to Finn's face. The sound or whatever's gonna hurt his ears."

"Finn? You want to call him Finn? I thought you still weren't sure about any names." Adora said with the slightest confusion.

"Yeah I was but...I dunno it just feels right. Doesn't he look like a Finn? Hey Scorpia come over here! Does he or does he not look like a Finn?"

If it was possible for scorpions to move like they wanted to break the sound barrier without actually doing so, that was how Scorpia rushed over. Honestly Catra would laugh if she weren't cradling her son as if guarding her trove. Those enormous pincers are enough to shadow Finn's head as he attempts to swat one. Instead Adora gave him a finger to cling on. The tears streaking from Scorpia's eyes dripped waterfalls down her chin.

"Wildcat you're asking me what he looks like? Oh of course he's a Finn, look at that handsome little face and that tiny nose! And his hair! Catra that one is all you oh that stuff is gonna break so many combs I tell ya. He's even got his claws already; you guys have a mama's boy on your hands gosh. I remember when Flora hatched, ah good times..."

"Scorpia..."

"Huh? Oh sorry Wildcat yeah he's definitely a Finn! What'd ya think Adora? Entrapta?"  

"Hmm...Baby Log Day, well day of birth. Catra has asked me if her newborn resembles a 'Finn'. As the only knowledge I'm aware of regarding this relates to fish, I will say yes. Fish and their fins are something cats enjoy and thus it is logical."

The line of stares fixed on her made Entrapta press her recorder.

"Addendum, it is also very cool."

"Adora?" Catra called.

Every stare turned toward her awaiting a verdict. Finn gurgled and squirmed when she met his stare. There fell a moment of purest silence.

"Yeah. Finn is a good name. We'll get him ready to propel through life."

There was an echoing 'thwack' when Catra smacked Adora's hair poof; Adora's giggling poured out even as Glimmer, Bow, and every Princess they knew finally appeared. Catra's bed was rushed by a crowd acting like they'd never seen an infant. Then again, no one had seen anyone of Catra's race all her life. Not that she'd asked around.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't come sooner! The meeting ran into overtime but we're here now. Where's the baby?"

Glimmer moved through the parting crowd as she spoke; her body radiated energy while her eyes scanned around. She and Bow must've shared the same mind because they were the first to study Finn. Their jaws dropped.

"So. Darned. Cute. Those ears." Bow said. His eyes practically sparkled with joy.

Glimmer looked at Catra, then Adora with a face that fought a hold on restraint.

"You guys can hold him. Just don't crowd his space." Catra said smiling.

Those were the words that released whatever collective breath everyone held. Finn was passed around the room leaving praise and awe in his wake. Everyone had their own opinions; so much so that the buzz of their chatting built Catra's headache right as Finn was finally returned. Frosta was yelling about how to shape a commemorative ice sculpture; Perfuma created several bouquets now burying Adora. Bow, Entrapta, and Scorpia stood putting their heads together discussing proper baby nutrition over the next year.

When she checked Finn his face grew red then wrinkled and that's when it hit. A full strength wail. The kind of cry to break noise into silence and validate Catra's agitation. Something resembling peace slid over the tension settling in the air. Adora managed to roll out of the flowers before looking at Catra. A nod in response is all she needs to wrangle everyone away. When the door closes for the last time only the three of them remain.

Finn continued crying though nowhere as intense. Catra took a deep breath, then she held the infant face down, tucked his arms across his chest, and finished by holding his bottom. She had to give herself credit; not a single mistake, Perfuma may as well have done it for her. The cries quieted immediately and ceased when she gently rocked him. In a minute he lay snuggled on her chest. Sleep made his eyes fight to stay open though he soon lost.

"He curls up just like you."

"Yeah. We'll see if he keeps the whole castle awake with your snoring." Catra replied chuckling.

Adora is beside her in seconds with that lopsided grin. The bed gets crowded bearing the three of them but it'll manage.

"I'm not an awful snorer ok; everyone's gonna survive when they sleep. They've done it this long."

"So you admit it's a problem."

"No! Anyway that's not important look at his chubby cheeks. That's all him."

"Babe, I think that's something every baby has. Did you forget all seven of Scorpia's kids, or even Bow and Glimmer's daughter?"

"Of course not but you're not looking at them. We made those. They're perfect and adorable as much as the rest of him."

Adora stroked Finn's hair and nestled against Catra's side. Together they yawned then laughed.

"Tired?"

"I gave birth Adora of course I am."

"Heh, sorry. Nighty night you two."

She's long learned Adora's penchant for sleeping hard enough to make the dead jealous. How exactly she can turn it on and off yet thrash restlessly, still waking up then tackling an entire day? After years Catra might never know and, some days, didn't care to anymore. It simply was. That was Adora, always rushing to do everything, solve every problem, take every blow. No matter how much their loved ones- no matter how many times Catra told her otherwise some piece stayed. It was like an infection molded into Adora's skin.

God did Catra still hate it. If Finn inherited that...

Her body ached worse than getting dragged by rope. She would know; Glimmer had been the one pulling after all.  In those days of war and violence whipped into a storm this feeling was nothing new. Yet it was. Now there came a new tired setting on her bones. The tired from achieving something bigger than herself yet selfish in origin. Well, maybe the selfish part hadn't changed.

Maybe she really can be good not just do good. Adora began to snore as Catra let sleep claim her.

When Finn turns one year old Catra has settled into the race of parenthood. There's feeding time, nap time, diaper changing, the once a week checkups, and making a fool of herself so Finn laughs. One day passes with the funneled energy of several; no longer can she rise with the sun into a cage of rumination. Finn dictates her snapping awake on whims as random as the harried sleep itself.

She can't mope she just can't, he won't let her. He needs her and for the first time even beyond Adora, Catra accepts it. Not hesitating or doubting or anything else. Not the painstaking slip and climb over struggle after struggle until she and Adora were finally level. Finn right now is only a creature of needs; without her...she doesn't want to think further. There is finally someone for whom she can only give at the very beginning. The stress is worth it, it's not about her faults.

Perfuma notices of course. The way she walks ever eager into their meetings, even with eye-bags, stands far more confident than the hesitation that made her drag her feet. From the stares she gets now it's as if persecution and guilt lie only in her shadow. At least, that's what she thinks Perfuma means when one meeting she says,

"You look radiant Catra! Have you been keeping up with your personal letters?"

The morning light shines behind Perfuma making her hair resemble a glow. Combined with her chipper voice and pristine skincare (Seriously how did she keep up with seven kids at her heels?) Catra would be getting a headache right now. The old her would think Perfuma above her wielding such composure, such carefree grace. The her of the present instead replies weary but smiling.  

"I have. For real this time too. No more skipping days."

"Oh lovely, I'm glad you're coming around. Self reflection and forgiveness can be so liberating; never forget you're allowing yourself space and patience. Walk with me."

She's heard those words enough to make her head spin, but now they land in her heart. A warmth seeps in the way she thinks Perfuma always intended. If she had to reflect now as they pass Scorpia's gardens, she wouldn't call messy hair, tired eyes, and what might be clothes from two days ago radiant. Perfuma probably wasn't being literal.

The trails of Perfuma's green shawl (Seemingly more fluttery today than usual; like butterfly wings if she had to compare) stop inside a wide room. Catra knows which pillow to sit on and in seconds Perfuma is across her. Their eyes meet then close before performing a basic breathing exercise. One breath in and Catra gathers her worries, one pause, on the exhale her body relaxes.

Her eyes open and find Perfuma doing the same. The ear to ear smile on her face still unnerves Catra like a pinprick; it's strange to be so happy in a world built on entropy. Catra's allowed that hesitation, right? No she's being an idiot again; she's seen Perfuma a mess, back when Scorpia and all her people contorted under Horde Prime's marching orders, under the chips once burrowed in their flesh.

Regardless she'd never given up then. She hadn't been Catra running away the minute she projected doubt on Adora. She shook her head and sighed. This was getting nowhere. Of course for her part Perfuma sat in silence, waiting for as much time as Catra needed. She smiled shyly at that.

"Sorry got lost in reflecting I guess."

"It's alright Catra that's what we're here for. Do you want to share your thoughts?"

"I think you already know after this long." Catra licked her lips nervously.

"I don't mind listening."

A long pause. She read nothing but openness in Perfuma's eyes.

"You know I've said before I was jealous of you, unnerved even. How could anyone stay so happy when the world hurts? Well now I think I understand. There's no point in dwelling on my pain. Sure I can feel it, acknowledge it, but it'll pass again. Letting it control me when it's something I'll carry forever is exhausting. All I've done then is hurt myself when for once no one else wants to. That's what Finn's made me  realize."

She finished with a sigh and slackened shoulders; a woman spent at last of a pointless barrier. Isolation was no longer a badge of honor; it never had been. Perfuma wore genuine surprise like she'd heard something profound, not Catra stating the obvious. When Perfuma next spoke the words poured out afraid to stop. Afraid, Catra senses, that Catra will bolt away in embarrassment.  

"I'm proud of you that's the most you've shared all at once yet. And it sounds like it truly means self-love. You're allowing vulnerability and have accepted a truth. We are all works in progress."

"Thanks. I guess I have." The tears flowing down Catra's face make her voice wobble.

"Would you like a hug?"

With a nod Catra opened her arms and wept into Perfuma's dress; she wept the choked yet earnest sobs of a child. She felt a hand pat her hair.

"What happened when you were a child, it's not your fault."

There comes a pause where Catra stiffens then pulls back but not away. Her watery eyes glisten under the light while the rest of her trembles. Her lips quiver wanting to fight a new sob on instinct; it makes her teeth grit. None of it is hostile, Catra stares at Perfuma who again brings down the axe on the final barrier tainting her heart. Despite herself the words are out; Shadow Weaver installed that defense mechanism in her, denial.

"It is...it is."

"It's not your fault."

"But it is! I deserved it because I couldn't fight back!"

"It's not your fault."

"It...I...did."

Catra's face scrunched under the weight of the lie. She gets a solemn head shake in response. The sick sensation in her chest crumbles and her body feels no stronger than jelly. This time she clings back in Perfuma's embrace. She wails. Perfuma's reassurance pierces the scared girl inside gentle as sunshine.

"It's not your fault."

When the flood within her passes they mulled over tea. The silence now settled almost as comfortable as being with Adora. If Catra thought harder on it though, maybe silences themselves didn't need Adora to be good. Maybe the truth is Adora isn't the only bond to believe in; the others have waited on Catra long enough. She feels a pang of guilt at that. It flickers then dies when she hears the question,

"How are you and Finn? You mentioned him earlier."

"Kinda speaks for itself just looking at me y'think? But uh, sorry. It's been great; busy every second and sometimes I wanna tear my hair out but...in the end I really do like being a mom. It's not just about loving Finn and having him with Adora either. It's also like...I dunno..."

"Like starting over; a second chance?"

"Yeah...yeah I think it is." Catra smiled.

"The advice I can give for that is don't forget you're still guiding him. Parenting with compassion and trust will help you both, but he must find himself and make his choices."

She had nothing to add other than slight alarm. Then the weight behind the words settled, planted seeds in her thoughts. She stared out the window drinking her tea; her mind drifted and for once the peace of it wasn't strange.

When Finn is two years old he shivers in her arms. The storm sent another sheet of rain beating against the castle. Grey covers the window glass and another lightening flash dimly illuminates the room. In the span of a blink it's gone; Finn  mewled stuffing part of Catra's shirt in his mouth. Her hand ran through his hair. That seemed to relax his hold.

He looked up at her with Adora's wide blue eyes and for an instant Catra remembers being six, Adora's blanket her only comfort on nights like this.

"It's a thunderstorm Finn. I know it sounds scary but it'll pass ok? It always has before. You were too little to remember."

"Where's Mommy?"

She hears the fear getting ahold of him; she answers a touch too fast. It takes everything in her hoping he didn't notice.

"With Auntie Glimmer remember? They're meeting about adult stuff. We have to wait."

"I want her here."

"I know Finn, I know. She's coming. You're ok with me. Nothing bad will happen. Mommy's coming soon."

He nodded and though he whimpered he concentrated on Catra alone. At the next roar of thunder however he stiffened with his tail gone frizzy. The door opened bringing a stripe of light and Adora's unmistakable silhouette. Immediately Finn sprang out of Catra's arms to tackle Adora's legs. Catra hears her gasp then laugh softly as she kneels.

"Mommy! Be She-Ra!"

"Hey there to you too Finn. Why do you want She-Ra out?"

"Make bad sounds go away."

"It's the weather, I don't control that. Weren't you safe with Mama? Look she's waiting for us and I bet she stayed the whole time."

"But I want Mama and Mommy..."

Catra left bed and kneeled beside Adora. She ruffled Finn's hair; his tears were gone with a swipe of her thumb. Adora held his hands smiling while Catra went on.

"It's ok to be scared. We won't leave you not ever."

"Even when one of us isn't here with you, remember we love you. Think real hard about us when you're scared and all the bad stuff will go away."

Finn sniffled, swallowed, fumbled to speak those words they knew were sacred.

"You promise?"

"Yes." They reply together.

More thunder cracks the air signaling another swell of hissing rain. She watched as he froze squeezing his eyes shut. His hands balled into fists; he didn't flinch or cry when the storm gentled again. Now he stood trembling but no less brave. The warmth spreading through Catra was mirrored in the indescribable pride on Adora's face. She reached for her hand and it was held.

"Like that?" Finn asked, staring at them as if everything hinges on this moment.

"Just like that."

Catra kisses his forehead; it's no time at all until they hug him close. His heartbeat calms under their embrace and she purrs; it's always as hard as the day he was born. The purr she feels back widens her eyes then-

"Mama why're you crying?"

"She's happy you did it, right Catra?"

"Yeah...I'm happy Finn."

She shivers at Adora's kiss on her cheek. The touch of her breath tickling when she whispers almost makes Catra purr, for a reason neither can say aloud. She wraps her tail around Adora's wrist and listens.

"I'll get him to bed ok. Won't be long."

Catra mumbles her reply against her lips,

"I know."

They kiss and though it's a second before Adora pulls away, Catra knows peace.

At three years old Finn runs through the halls whooping and hollering. The stuffed bear glides through the air in his grasp. She knows Mr. Snuggles will need a wash when the day's done. Cupping her hands around her mouth she gently calls after.

"Don't run so fast you'll trip. Watch where you're going."

"Yeah Mama I know!"

Of course the thud she expected comes not an instant later. Even if he landed on carpet her blood pounds in panic; she sprints light on her feet toward his side. No second is wasted righting him from laying flat on his belly. She checks his arms, his legs, his face, the back of his head is fine too. He holds his wrist looking down ashamed.

"My head hurts."

"It's alright we'll get some medicine before seeing Mommy. Next time watch out ok? I might not have been here to help."

He nodded but still won't meet her eyes. Her expression falls. She sits with her hand giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze; her tail twitched nervously. Finn is silent. Far more than if he acted up or felt too embarrassed. The air itself feels heavier as if to breathe means starting a count down before down becomes up and left is right. Her voice shakes ever so slightly. Was this because of her?

"Finn? What's wrong? Does it hurt real bad?"

"Auncle Dee Tee told me something that made me feel funny. Flora and Angella said boys get hurt a lot when they play. B-But I like girl games with them too! When I fell I remembered what Auncle Dee Tee said."

"That's just silly there aren't 'boy' and 'girl' games. Just games. What'd Auncle say?"

"They said that too. They said nobody has to be a girl or boy if they don't want to. They said a big word like 'nuhncun-foming' I think."

She hears footsteps round the corner, a walk she could pick out anywhere. Adora stops then assesses; she wastes no time coming to them. Immediately her face is knit in worry and concentration. Catra knows that look better than herself. The look of a soldier, of years honed as a commanding officer, the look her fantasies once replicated dreaming of their conquest of Etheria...it's never appeared serene as it does now.

It reminds her not for the last time she's not alone.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt Finn? I knew I heard something bump on my way over."

"He tripped and fell but it's not serious. I checked already. He just has a headache."

"Good. C'mon let's go get medi-"

"Adora wait. He had something important he was saying. Finn? Can you tell Mommy what you told me?"

His expression finally lights up again; courage gathered when he stands straighter and stares at them firm.

"When I fell I remembered what Auncle told me. They said some people don't feel like they're just a boy or girl. My girl friends said boys fall a lot playing; I like their girl stuff where we don't fall a lot too! I wanna...I wanna be like Auncle. Auncle sounds like me."

They sat and the silence turned to awe. They glanced at one another then at Finn, who stood in utmost seriousness. Double Trouble's words floated to the surface of Catra's memories. She had to step outside her own head right? Well this time the world did it well enough for her. Adora as usual is the first to make a move.

"What do you want us to call you?"

"I'm Finn! I don't wanna be a boy or a girl I wanna be both! I wanna do everything I like as me. Can I be 'nunhcuhnfoming' too?"

To their surprise they chuckle as Finn looks on, conviction dropping into worry. Catra grinned and pulled Finn into a hug.

"You can be whatever you want kid including nonconforming. We're not gonna say no to anything like that."

"Do you want us to still call you 'He'?" Adora said in a tone that announces she's not worrying herself sick for once.

"Nuh uh! Auncle uses 'They'."

"Then that's what we'll use too. Thanks for telling us Finn."

Finn, they, beam from ear to ear. They picked up and dusted off Mr. Snuggles holding him close. They purr echoing through the hall; by instinct Catra joins in while Adora plants kisses all over Finn's cheeks.

"Does your head still hurt?"

"A little..."

"Let's go make it better then."

Finn is four when their troublemaking streak starts to shine. They let Adora chase them through the back gardens at a sprint. It's an unspoken dare to crown who's faster and watching from the sidelines, Catra doesn't need to guess it's Finn. Like what she imagined of any child of hers Finn scampers up a tree next. They wave a toy and blow a raspberry down at Adora who's panting for dear life. Her poor fool never stood a chance.

Adora stands hunched over, her finger raised to call a time out. She's still gathering her breath when Catra hears her force out words as she walks toward them both.

"Ok give Mommy a break for...five minutes...or forever. Ugh."

"You're too slow so I win!"

They watch as Finn sticks their tongue out again. Catra kneels to pat Adora's shoulder. She plants a kiss in her hair and grins.

"Hate to say it but I told you they'd beat you. Give it up Adora."

"I'll never...understand...how you two...do it...so unfair."

"Only She-Ra can win a race with me Mommy. If you're She-Ra it's really hard to keep up."

Still wheezing Adora glanced at Catra in defeat. A shrug is all she gets in response. Finn sits on a branch above them swinging their legs, the embodiment of confidence. Then they do something that throws off even Catra; they hang from their perch by the tail. Upside down Finn pays no heed to their gaping Mama and instead teases Adora with another raspberry. She falls on her ass yelping.

A choked giggle left Catra before rising to laughter. By the time she's full on snorting she rolls in the grass; upside down Adora scowls at them both but it's all in fun. The way she sees her blush makes her nerves go fluttery. She doesn't need to be told when their eyes meet and Catra knows it's mutual. Before anything can come of it Finn lands on the ground effortlessly.

She watches them tug Adora's sleeve; the fake modesty and flattering lilt they're piling on too thick gives them away. The fact that they can hold the performance this well is far more a Catra thing than Adora. She feels hesitant pride bubble within her. Could she have that knowing where it came from?

"Mommy my toy got stuck up there, can She-Ra get it? Because she's faster and stuff."

"Finn I can't keep transforming all week."

"Pleeease? It's the last day today; you said I could ask sometimes."

"Damnni-uh I mean I remember. Fine but only because you asked nicely."

Catra doesn't need to be an Entrapta-level genius to hear the unspoken, 'And because I totally lost too.' Finn definitely  hears it by the satisfaction in their grin. With a resigned sigh Adora straightened and stretched out a hand. From the bottom of her lungs she bellowed,

"For the Honor of Greyskull!"

A blinding light engulfed Adora from the outline of a golden sword. Catra still had no idea where it always came from. It was of course magic however; you never had to question that kind of thing. She figured that was why it felt comforting, familiar, compared to hard numbers. Most of all, she muses as the light dims, magic embodies everything Adora has been long before the sword.

The light leaves dissolving into rainbow trails. They outline She-Ra's massive form towering at eight feet. Her arms are almost as thick as the tree branches themselves when she begins to climb. Finn watched with their jaw hanging and eyes wide. Their fists rest against their teeth as if every transformation will be the last each time; the anticipation mixed with joy is almost palpable when it infects Catra.

She nudges them while Adora gets tangled in leaves. Finn's rapture breaks and they flash her a knowing smile.

"You love being sneaky huh?"

"She-Ra is cool!"

They look up together and find Adora fumbling not to fall. Though She-Ra carries a noble poise Adora is very much the one nervously sweating. Catra grinned.

"She's very cool."

Adora successfully lands without a scratch; the toy rocket is the size of a river stone in She-Ra's large hand. In an instant  it's back to scale when She-Ra is dismissed, a gold afterglow outlining Adora. It hits Catra then that Finn has grown at level with Adora's waist. When did that happen over the years?

"One missing toy rescued from an evil tree. It won't be eating any more any time soon."

"Thanks Mommy. No more She-Ra for a little bit."

"Right. Mommy needs breaks just like She-Ra does too."

Catra takes Adora's hand and wraps her tail around her. Her purr is soft though outmatched by the gentle kiss she gives her wife. She glanced at Finn who waits expectantly; the toy is already forgotten in favor of another game. Catra chuckles.

"Ok Finn you've had enough of bossing Mommy. This time I'll race you home."

"Loser has to give up dessert!"

"Sure kid. Ready set go!"

Like a bullet Catra sprints down the low hill; she barely hears Finn's call above the wind. In seconds they're right behind and she finds herself laughing carefree into the dusk.

Finn is five when their fur becomes their first taste of responsibility. Their tail is a mess of frizz most mornings; their thick hair resembles a mop fighting against every tame comb they own. Catra does her best to guide them, but she hasn't been five in twenty years. The memories since remain dark and pressed under the claws of greater horrors. Had she ever had time to brush herself seriously then? Not a relevant question; this isn't the time for self grieving.

Finn fusses, tries again, then scowls. They look at her with a plea in their eyes. Catra blinks then finds them slumping shoulders and lips quivering. Their hair seems messier than before for every wrong stroke. It takes her longer than she'd like to notice the budding tears.

"Hey it's ok we'll keep trying. It's hard at first but you can do it."

"Bet it's easy for you Mama."

"Why's that?"

"Because you never get messy. Your hair is always pretty."

Catra beckons and they come within her reach. She wipes their tears, smoothes their tangles best she can. They stare into her eyes with that intensity only they can muster.

"I used to be worse than you. When I was your age I had no one helping me."

"Not even Mommy?"

Catra laughed quiet and gentle, always gentle.

"She tried but she was as small as you. And we know Mommy doesn't look the same; she didn't know how. Do you know how old I was when I learned to keep my hair pretty? Really got good at it?"

Finn shook their head. She could sense the sadness give way to curiosity, to a rising hope.

"I was already a grown up. Wayyy bigger than you y'know? If it took me so long there's no rush. You keep trying until it works ok."

"Ok..."

"Let's start over. Just watch me first."

Time passes in a haze enough for her to learn Finn took after her old temper; step by patient step her hands once drenched in the blood of another life calm them to retry. They break for lunch and laugh together, their mistakes now harmless behind them. This, Catra has learned, is completion.

Princess Prom makes everyone nervous and excited equally. She watches Finn, taller than most other ten year olds, adjust their tie. She smiles remembering how many they'd tried on that morning without complaint. How when the right one came along they'd strutted prideful for her and Adora's opinion. They fidget flexing their hand and rocking on their heels. She can't blame them; the announcer's droning speech packs more formality than Catra thought was possible.

Put simply, it's boring, and they both fight a yawn. Adora doesn't notice them tap their feet together, one leading the other following, until another six minutes that pass like hours. She shushes them but when another minute crawls by she joins in. The three of them form a jagged rhythm while holding back giggles.

When the solemnity is done away with and the dance floor opens they lose Finn to their friends. She sends them off with a cheek kiss and Adora's blessing to have fun, then they're alone. They whisk themselves to the snack bar; she watches Adora gorge on tiny food like she's taken Entrapta's appetite for herself. Smirking as she leans against the table she knows Adora can feel her gaze.

"Alright Princess charge your battery any more and I'll dance by myself."

"Noa faish wahit fo me!" Adora forced out through a mouthful.

"Hey easy there. What's that translate to?"

Adora swallows hard and snorts at her.

"I said no fair wait for me. Now you're getting payback."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."

Before she can register it a cupcake is smashed into her mouth. She can hear Adora laughing even when Catra serves one back in retaliation. By the time they've wasted three cupcakes they don't hear Scorpia saunter over. They nearly tumble face first into her serving tray.

"Whoa slow down guys! Party just started to get so worked up. You two sure love having fun."

"Sorry Scorpia didn't see you there. Catra wants to hurry and dance; I want to savor what Entrapta had prepared tonight."

Catra stuck out her tongue and laughed when Adora elbowed her side in jest. When they look over Scorpia has forgone food entirely. She stares at them, her eyes glistening from would be tears.

"You guys are just adorable did you know that?"

"You remind us all the time." Catra replied and wrapped an arm around Adora.

"Actually uh, on second thought, I've got icing down my dress. Excuse me ladies."

Adora gives her a peck of a kiss before disappearing. Catra watched her go spellbound by the soft lights cast on everyone. Adora's outline is dreamlike, Catra can hear her breath hitch. Then far too suddenly she's gone. It's funny, she no longer feels the pain that once tore through her fast as lightening. Maybe parting no longer means goodbye. She knows she always knew.

"Y'know Wildcat I gotta say I've never seen you look this happy. Well happier than that time in the Crimson Wastes. Oh or when Finn was born. It's nice."

"Heh. We're in the same boat then. I can't even tell when it started."

"Wanna know how I can tell this time?"

The intensity in Scorpia's tone made Catra straighten. She stopped trying to eat another cupcake and met her gaze.

"It's the eyes. They're so clear these days. They're empty, not in a bad way. Like...it's like you can take on anything. You've got resolve but it's not angry."

"Calm?"

"Yeah. Calm and whole. That's some strength even I don't think I have yet. Your eyes can see through anything."

"Geez way to praise a girl. I think I get it though. Adora's been saying something similar. Glimmer, Bow, Perfuma...everyone brings it up somehow. They act like I'm supposed to know just haven't told them." Catra smiles around a bite of her snack. It was achingly sweet yet she closed her eyes and tasted the love put in.

"Of course they see it too. Every truly strong person is kind."

Catra's eyes widen. For a moment she moves as if to speak then instead smiles, content. Her heart feels light as a feather.

She spots Adora returning through the crowd. Everyone parts reverently for the savior of the galaxy; to Catra it's another homecoming. They don't need the titles or praise; at last having each other, having themselves, is enough.

Scorpia takes her leave just as Adora emerges. The teasing look she wore before is replaced by excitement; the kind that simply is because it can be. Without prompting she offered Catra her hand. She's seen this scene countless times in as many settings. She takes it.

"Ready for that dance I owe you?"

It happens in an instant; Catra reads her eyes. They're calm, resolved, kind. Her reflection stares back within their clarity. She smiles. She hopes Finn will have those eyes someday.

"Always am."

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~Note-ik so early i normally do notes at the end, this story contains publicly outing someones sexuality, hans specifically, also to note again what ive written is for entertainment purposes in no way is this me assuming han and minhos and the rest of skz's sexuality this is only meant for plot, how you see this fic is how you see it but it should not effect how you see the artists in real time, again this is for entertainment purposes. Thank you~ •°•

Han walked down the halls of his highschool silently, he was used to it, the low laughter of some kids who had too much time on their hands, and the kids who didnt snicker, Either felt for the poor boy, or just didnt care. What han didnt know was that someone from the football team. Came to him and purposefully bumped his shoulder "OH my GOD jisung im sooooooo sorry, oh so i found something interesting...." this caught many kids attention "you ready" han only stayed quiet but this kid continued, his girlfriend was quick to intervene for poor hans sake, she felt for the boy he was doing nothing wrong. "Baby just stop alrig-" "babe! Didn't you hear me. I said I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY!!" hans crush minho who was also part of the team and his other friends watched curious innocent eyes on the two males who stood, "well after practice i was walking yaknow down the hall and i happened to see you, but something caught my eye...why do YOU draw so many pictures of minho...right i was curious too. And so i waited a little till you left..and i went in; DUDE you suck by the way you CALL THIS ART" he held up a drawing of minho except it wasnt realistic. It was in manga form since han was still shaky with realism, han stared- shocked, tears in his eyes "oh but...then i decided well...thats weird..then i heard someone talking "do you think han is going to ask minho out yet hes been hyping himself up for sooo long"" he mocked the persons voice this boy, who han only talked to once was now publicly outting him..he wasnt even out to his family, tears streamed down his chubby cheeks. His breathe fogging up his glasses "your fucking disgusting han jisung your lucky i didnt show him the photos you took...and everyone agrees even your precious lee minho" he whispered, turning hans head making him watch as minho angerily looked at him. Before storming off and han wiggled desperate to escape, once free he then sprinted to the art room, where he locked the door, closed the blinds, and destroyed everything. From his sketch books to the messy paint stained easels, his broken sobs echoed he was so embarrassed, frightened, ashamed! He fell over hands bleeding from paper cuts and tearing wooden easels apart he got up yanking his camera out that held pictures of minho and broke it stomping it screaming curses apon curses his voice going weak as he silently cried.

A week passed and his old friends left him after finding out he was gay, his art buddies, who where part of the cause of him being outted he dropped them too. Hans anxiety rose easily every day since then. And now during math. He had to run to the bathroom to release the emotions; tears apon tears, heavy breathing. he sat against the stall, the sudden urge to puke shook his body and the boy found himself hurled over the toilet quiet broken sobs...he felt a hand pat his back "shhh its okay...." han looked tears flowing more as he saw the kid who outted him there. The boy picked han up slamming him too the wall, the force knocking everthing out of han as the football player, punched him hit after hit slur after slur, han simply passed out. tears and blood mixing. He just wanted to die at this point, he really was hating everything.

As he came too he noticed 7 boys surrounding the bed he laid on. He blinked before looking at the faces, it was no other than stray kids the most popular kids in the school. The captain of the football team Christopher or bangchan stood, vice captain minho who was next to him holding hans hand worried, felix and changbin, felix holding binnies arm weeping and jeongin who was sat down eating onigiri. The dance captian hyunjin stood with seungmin who is the vice captain of the dance team against the wall. "a-are you okay does it hurt anywhere?!?!" Minho said frantically han weakly nodded...tears in his eyes "w.....what.....happened" he strangled out.

Chan spoke up "you are very lucky....felix had to use the restroom, as did i. So as we came in, we saw that guy smirking and taking pictures of you we immediately had him taken away. his phone too." Han started weeping dryly laughing some "GOD i hate It here!!" He choked out and felix jumped and hugged his brusied and sore body "no dont! Dont s-say that jisungie we care for you!!-" han looked at him "im gay....i have a crush on your friend...who hates me" minho looked at him shocked, changbin spoke up "what does being gay have to do with this, felix is bisexual..chan is pan...hyunjin and jeongin are gay and in a relationship. And im bi as well" han looked shocked as this blonde boy who looked so scary with a deep voice, cuddled into him, felix reminded han of a baby chick, "get out please." Was all that came from his left and soon everyone left, felix clung onto han "HAN I LOVE YOU BE SAFE WITH MINHO HYUNG!!" changbin struggling to keep the boy at bay dragging him out, 'i-is that really the football team..how fruity-' a pair of warm lips met hans as a hand caressed his bruised cheek "look at me..." han obeyed and his heart fluttered and picked up more speed as minho touched his forehead..."i don't hate you at all...your too tiny and cute to hate..." "you looked at me with so much anger.." "quokka...no i was looking at him..never would i look at you like that" han leaned forward kissing minho again as they held eye contact, finally kissing more "i love you han.." han sobbed for the 1000th time and felix bursted in through the doors "HANNIE BE OUR FRIEND WE'LL PROTECT YOU!!!-" changbin rough voice broke in "YAHHHH-" Hyunjin made a dramatic ass scene as the yelling occurred making his lover laugh at him and kiss his cheek, feeding him some rice, han looked around then down "i-..." seungmin sat down next to han on his right. han knew, he was the smartest "just say yes...because if i see something like this happen again, i might take action as well..." han smiled and nodded.

From then on stray kids gained another member making the group 8 and no one and i mean no one messed with han anymore or else his boyfriend, or felix's wild ass would put the fear of god in them.

Han woke from his dream. sighing turning his alarm off..."what a weird dream...to realistic." he walked out seeing the gang arguing "oh morning" "morning lemme go shower then we can go practice for thunderous!!" Han walked off his boyfriend screaming about being hungry. And changbinnie joining in. "yOUR ALWAYS HUNGRY!!!" Felix screamed back.

~Notes- it was all a dream...a sad and scary one in fact. I wasnt and am not in the best mood so i made a sadish kinda story 👁👁

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Secure 3

Summary: the part 3 of my mini secure series. y/n and David have s8x for the first time together!!

a/n: I had SOOO much fun writing this! I really like this one and I tried making it as realistic as possible and really took my time with it. hope y'all loooove!!

warnings: language, SMUT, SMUT, SMUT! 

mood board:

— DAVIDS POV

i don’t know how i got here but i’m not complaining. she looks so beautiful and i can’t stop thinking about how we got here. my mind is going crazy, but my eyes keep looking up and down her naked body. how the fuck did we get here??

• b e f o r e •

y/n’s smile is gorgeous. i found out she wasn’t with charlie. after his speech i thought for sure they were together. but now we’re here at this expensive restaurant late at night laughing, and she’s opening up to me. i can’t keep my eyes off her. i never want to. she’s so smart with her words, she really speaks from the soul.

i’m driving her home and we’re singing. she’s incredibly amazing at it. it’s no wonder she’s successful so young.

now she’s closing the door behind us after our kiss on her porch. i’m not sure who made the first move but i’m glad it happened. my hands are exploring her body as she connects our lips again. she has me pinned against her hall wall, but she doesn’t know yet i like to be in control. i push her back. she’s walking backwards down the hall. she moans slightly in my mouth. i can feel the vibrations through my body. i keep pushing her down the hall and she takes off the sweater (my sweater) she was wearing. i’m sad to see it go but excited to see her skin. she falls against the couch and her hair is loose. i’m standing over her and i can’t stop smiling at the sight.

“you gonna make a move or should i go to bed?” she says. my smile gets bigger.

i lean down and rub my hands up her thighs watching as her dress gets higher up. now it’s mid thigh. now it’s up to her hips. i can see her underwear. she’s wearing a white lace thong. she gets goosebumps as my cold hands slowly go up her sides. she lifts her arms making eye contact with me. my hands go up her ribs and her dress stops at her breasts. i have to lift the dress now to take it off. i look to her-

“is this ok?”

she nods to me “yes, please.”

i slowly lift the dress over her breasts and then the realization hits. she wasn’t wearing a bra. her tits jiggle out as i lift it over her head.

“i don’t know what to do now. i’m speechless. you’re beautiful.” i admit. i didn’t want to seem like a pussy but i honestly was baffled at her beautiful body. she leaned up, her hair beautifully laid behind her shoulders. she pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my jeans. she then stood up slowly and pulled me to her bedroom. it was upstairs so i had the greatest view in LA going up those dark stairs. she pulled me in the room and shut the door.

“i really like you, i want you to know that.” she said softly as she approached me. we were face to face now, i could feel every breath.

“i really really really like you, i hope you know that.”

she smiles and pulls me into her bed under the covers and we’re both laying on our sides facing each other. she grabs the side of my neck and pulls me in for another kiss. its just as magical as the others. she’s gentle and almost sweet. we go back and forth. she moves her body closer to mine and i wrap my arms around her waist. i feel her slightly smile against my lips and i smile back. she starts laughing and I can't help but laugh too.

“what the fuck are we doing?” she giggles

“i don’t know but i’m enjoying it.” i look her up and down and raise an eyebrow. she throws her head back in a laugh.

“me too.” she finally says in a whisper still smiling leftover from her laugh.

“we can always stop. just say stop or get the fuck off me and i promise i will.” i say to her trying to reassure her.

“thank you. but i don’t wanna stop.”

“okay...” i whisper.

i lean in for another kiss and i run my hand up her back. my hand keeps going till i reach the back of her neck with my fingers tangled in her hair. i pull her into a deeper kiss and her hands go to my bare chest. then her hands trail down my stomach. then she’s at the waist band of my underwear and glides one finger across my band. she stays there a second as our mouths dance and i finally get the hint. i unattach our lips and shimmy out of my underwear. she giggles at me.

“hey! it may not be as sexy as when you did it but i’m trying here!” i laugh.

“i’m enjoying the view!” she defends. god i could look at her all day. finally my underwear is off and i kick it to the side. i climb up on top of her and look as her hair sprawled out in every direction under her head. her makeup slightly smudged from the night. i lean down to kiss her neck.

“that’s my ultimate turn on spot.” she moans

“thanks for the tip.” i put my lips all over her neck and jaw. i can smell her perfume. my head goes lower as i kiss all over her chest and then i stop at her tits. i grab one in one hand and the other i bite slightly at her nipple. i can see the chills go down her body and a slight moan escapes her lips.

“david,” she whimpers

“yeah, y/n?”

“i want you so fucking bad”

i smirk and go back to kissing just below her tits, then her rib cage, then her stomach, near her belly button, and now i’m close to the waist band of her panties.

“can i?”

“fucking hurry, dave.” she groans

i slowly pull her panties down and she lifts her butt slightly. after the panties are off i take a look at the sight in front of me. “fuck” i whisper. “what are you doing to me?” she giggles and slowly opens up her legs. i can feel myself growing harder if that was even possible. i dive my head between her legs and give it my first taste. i hear her soft whimpers as she wants me to go harder. i finally found my rhythm and used my tongue to explore her every crevice. i felt her hands come down to my hair and i can hear her getting louder. she tastes so fucking good. i think i got the hang of it when i feel her twitch under me.

“fuck dave, don’t stop.” i hear her say. i would never. she’s so vulnerable. i place my hands on her hip bones and shove her down to stop her from moving around.

“davey, i’m about to-“ she comes undone from under me. i hear her loud moans and look up and watch her reach that climax and then come back down. she’s so fucking sexy.

“damn, y/n. you’re so sexy.” she laughs slightly and then puts a finger under my chin and brings me to her face. she kisses me but it’s messy, sloppy, she moans in my lips. then she flips me over and gets on top of me.

“your turn.” she says out of breath. she lowers down and wraps her mouth around my cock she looks up at me and i just want to lose it there. i never thought i’d see her this way. hungry. hungry for me.

i grab as much hair as i can to get it out of her face. “oh fuck.” i moan as i tilt my head back. she continues to bob her head and gets me nice and wet. finally she licks my shaft from bottom to top one last time and sits up on her knees. i see her shuffle around her nightstand drawer.

“you ready?” she asks me holding a condom.

i can only nod as my face is completly red now. i grab the condom and slide it on.

she lines herself up and the tip goes in slowly.

“fuck” we both groan finally able to feel each other. she slowly sits lower and lower until my whole cock is inside of her. i will never get used to the view. her tits look perfect, her hair perfectly curled. she throws her head back as she slowly lifts up and then down again i go to grab her hips and one hand slides up her stomach and then up to her tit. she keeps lifting herself up and down only going faster with each second. she leans all the way forward and reaches her head down to kiss me. i wrap my hands around and grab her ass as she keeps the steady rhythm going. she lifts herself up from our kiss and she’s moaning loudly. i can see her tits bouncing and my heart is beating out of my chest. i need to be in control.

— Y/N POV

he flips me under him which i squeak and laugh to. but he has a mission in his eyes now. he’s on top and i see his biceps on either side of me. he enters himself again and pumps himself in and out of me. i lift my head up exposing my neck and i’m moaning. i can hear him panting and his eyes are dark looking at me. he leans down to kiss my neck again. this time probably leaving a hickey. he’s fast with his motions but each motion has purpose. he glances down my body and then reaches his hand down to my clit. he used his thumb to rub me in circles and i can feel myself losing again. he leans down once again sucking on my neck. every sensation is wrapped up in my head and i can think of nothing else when finally i feel myself getting louder with the moans

“dave, i’m-“

“shhh baby i know. cum for me y/n/n.”

his voice is deep and serious. it gets to me even more. i feel myself tightening around him which in turn makes him groan too. i know i’m being loud but i don’t care. i let myself completely go once again and he brings his thumb up and puts it in my mouth making me taste myself.

“can i cum in you?” he asks out of breath

i nod knowing we have taken tons of preventive measures.

his pace starts to fasten and i see him making eye contact. he leans in close to me and kisses me passionately. my arms are limp above my head from my sensations. i then feel him start to lose control and then just like that he cums into the condom and he bites down on my lip moaning slightly.

“wow.” i say wiping my forehead as we pull apart from the kiss. his lips are red and i’m sure mine are too.

“fuck, y/n.” he pulls himself out and then throws himself to the side of the bed. i cover myself up suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

“you’re beautiful.” he says looking at me.

i smile and lean in to give him a kiss.

“wanna shower?” i ask.

“well we need to wash our body of our sins somehow” he jokes back to me.

about 20 minutes later as david and i hop out of our... innocent shower i go back to my room to find some clothes. that’s when i realize david doesn’t have his clothes up here.

i laugh as he dries his hair with the towel “i guess you’ll have to drive home naked!”

“y/f/n, are you kicking me out?” he asks in a joking, over dramatic way.

i gasp, playing along, “never! what kind of girl do you mistake me for?!” he laughs at my silly 1940s accent. “i think your clothes are downstairs i’ll go grab them. want anything? water? a bible?” i ask poking fun at him

“yes all of the above. and also a snack to eat while i read my bible.” he points his finger to me.

“you got it!” i laugh as i walk out the door. i’m wearing only a shirt and underwear and i dry my hair with the towel as i walk down the stairs.

“y/n!” i hear from my living room which makes me jump up.

“charlie.” i state as my face goes white. he’s drunk.

“i didn’t know where you went after the song. everyone was telling me not to worry. i should go home. but then... well i got home and i was worried. i tried calling. i decided to come on over to the house you live in and i see a guys clothes on the floor. i may be drunk but i know whose clothes these are.” his words slurring in some parts.

i look at him in horror and take the last step down.

“charlie... i- i’m so sorry.”

his eyes welled up. “these are davids, right? is he up there? i need to see him” he looks past me to the stairs.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea. charlie i’m so sorry” i say as i step closer. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. fuck. i’m so sorry.” i bring him in for a hug but he pushes me slightly.

“no, y/n. i’m done. i’m fucking done loving you. i can’t believe i wanted to give you everything and then you, and then you go and fuck.. you fucked him!”

“charlie please let me call you an uber and we can talk tomorrow.”

“no. i already called it. please just.. delete my number.”

“charlie! i didn’t mean for it to happen!” i yell as he slams the front door shut. i run to the window to make sure he’s ok and i see him get in an uber. i sigh and turn around.

“hey..” i hear david say.

“hey.” i say broken. “i never wanted to lose my best friend but i never wanted him the way he wanted me. i know sleeping with his friend was the wrong way to go about it but...” i look up to david who now has his hands wrapped around me. “i really really like you. and i don’t like anyone.” i chuckle to myself. he half smiles at my words and looks down to me.

“you should always follow your heart. don’t let anyone stop you. i’m not just saying that because you slept with me. i would say the same thing if you slept with charlie instead of me. he will forgive you. just give him some time.”

i lay my head on davids chest and we sit there. finally after a while he breaks the silence.

“ok i’m cold. all i have is this towel. let’s go snuggle up?”

i giggle. “i’d love nothing more.”