#this was so important for me to post i came inside from eating dinner on my patio

[kindahoping4forever]

5SOS IG Story

[shoukiko]

Merry Christmas, Simon

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Tags: Fluff....just fluff lol

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've been working on this for a bit, just waiting to post it today, I'm all antsy, I really hope you guys like it.

You’ve worked with TF141 for the past three years. Price spoke to Laswell, saying that he thought the team deserved some type of break, so he and Laswell came up with an “amazing holiday getaway” to “a hidden oasis where the only sounds you hear are the rustling leaves and the soothing melody of birdsong.”. It was a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, for safety reasons, but you were all grateful for it. It was 2 weeks away, a day would’ve been fine, but she insisted.

It was a week and two days into the trip, snowing outside, your turn for chores. Soap and Gaz sat on the couch in front of an old television watching some soap opera. Price is sitting in one of the lounge chairs, asleep with his arms crossed as his head dangles. You’re tidying up the kitchen after a late dinner, you turn to look at the clock hung on the wall which reads, 12:05. You realize what this entails as you turn to the three men.

“Merry Christmas, guys!” You say cheerfully in their direction. 

“Merry Christmas, Lass.” Soap says from his seat, he nudges Gaz to respond. “Ah- Yea Merry Christmas…” He seems to be too focused on the TV show, who can blame him, those telenovelas are addicting. You decide against waking Price up, the man needs his sleep. As you turn back to the sink you feel a tap on your left shoulder, you turn to see Ghost’s tall dark figure hovering over you, sporting his casual skull balaclava.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” You tilt your head as you ask, genuinely curious as to what he could need that requires a tap on the shoulder instead of him outright asking.

“You got a minute? Wanted to see if we could have a quick chat.” His tone is somewhat nervous? He isn’t as husky or gritty as usual. “Sure, let me finish up and-” He cuts you off before you can finish. “It’s important. I’ll help you out after.” 

Must really be important if the Ghost tells you it is. “Alright.” You wipe your hands on your apron, untying it from your back and hanging it up on a nearby chair. “Grab your coat.” He dons his own coat, all in one fell swoop. You grab yours, putting it on. 

You both head outside to the porch, each taking a seat on the swinging bench that hangs from the veranda. “Ah wait here-” He says, standing once more, he heads inside and comes back hiding something in his coat. “Whatcha got there, Mister?” You ask him as he sits back down, the bench shifts slightly from his weight.

He pulls out a plastic bag that contains multiple little things, he hands it to you. Taking notice of the slight blush at the end of his fingertips you slowly take the bag. “Merry Christmas… Sorry, didn’t get to wrap it.” A bashful tone in his voice.

“You.. got me something? Man, I feel a little bad, if I would’ve known I would’ve done the same..” You say, hesitating to open it. “Don’t fret over it… Are you gonna open it or just stare at it?”

“Ah right- Sorry” You carefully reach into the bag and pull out one of the small items. It’s… 

“Socks! You got me socks?!” A smile appears on your face, beaming in the night. Despite the mask, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “There’s more if you look.” 

You open the bag more and find more small items, a small tube of vanilla scented lotion, a notepad, and some cinnamon wax melts. You’re happy, but oh so confused by the difference of each item.

“This is… Thank you. I really love it, but what’s with the theme?” You ask with a laugh.

“Well…” He pauses to think for a minute. “It’s all things you wanted.” “Huh..?”

“A couple days ago you said you couldn’t find your winter socks, then you said you forgot your hand cream back at home, then you said while eating dinner two nights ago that you love the smell of cinnamon during Christmas because it reminds you of good memories from your childhood.” You’re taken aback, you don’t remember saying any of these things until he brings it up, such small things and yet he remembers. 

“You… you actually remember?” A faint blush appears on your face as you scan over your new gifts, suddenly feeling warm despite the subzero temperatures. “Uhm.. Thank you.. Really. Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, actually.” His expression becomes somber as he closes his eyes and takes a breath, he turns his body slightly and rests his arm on the back of the bench. “Look, I don’t know how else to bring this up.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ghost grips the back of the bench before meeting your eyes.

"Listen, I've been thinkin' a lot lately, and I reckon I need to be straight with you. You mean a proper lot to me, more than I can put into words. I'm mad about you, every single goddamn I hear your voice or that stupid laugh.. It’s like something shifts in me. I care about you, more than  I have about anyone in a long time, but…”

Your heart beating out of your chest, uncertain on how to respond. All you can let out is a

“But..?”

He looks down, almost like he’s ashamed before responding.

“I’m.. scared, terrified. Of hurting you.. Or you getting into an accident during a mission. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” His tone is serious, but you can hear a sense of fear.

You look at him with genuine eyes, you almost can’t believe what’s happening in front of you, the Ghost confessing his feelings for you. “But…” He continues. “If you’ll have me, I’m willing to take that leap into uncertainty with you. If… you want.”

You look at him as if you’re a deer caught in headlights. You begin to lose your breath, blinking,  unable to process what was said to you. You take a moment before replying…

“I- I….” You struggle to find the words, you want to scream, but you also want to take it slow and really talk about it. You can see him become antsy, your silence bringing tension to the cold air around you. “Ghost I..”

“It’s fine.” He interrupts.

“What?”

“It’s fine, I know it’s sudden. I’m sorry.” He says, there's a slight hurt in his voice, he goes to stand. Just then you grab his arm, stopping him.

“I want.” “...What..?” “You said if I want…. Well.. I want, I don’t know how else to say it. I do want to be with you. I want to jump into that uncertainty with you. Please.” There’s a tinge of desperation in your voice, you feel as if you say nothing now, you will never have this opportunity again.

Ghost looks as if a wave of relief has washed over him. 

“I thought you were gonna make me think I said all that for nothin’.” His eyes crinkle slightly as he adjusts himself once more.

“I’m sorry, I got nervous, I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.” You begin to fidget with your hands in your lap, a faint blush appearing on your faces as you turn away. 

You feel him inching closer to you, the heat from his body radiating, bringing warmth for both of you to share.

He softly grabs your face with his right hand, turning you towards him. You take glances at his mask and eyes, unable to lock on a single thing. He pulls up his mask just above his nose and leans in, pressing his lips against yours. Only a few seconds before you lean into him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. He places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You pull away for just a second to catch your breath. The both of you share a look, complete silence, then..

He chuckles, “Well then..” You place a hand on your mouth as you stare at him, stifling a small laugh. “That was something.” You manage to say through your giggles. You place your hand on his, a loving smile forms on your lips. He begins to caress the back of your hand, his touch gentle, yet warm. “Thank you…. Merry Christmas, Doll.” He looks up at you with gentle eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Simon.”

[thoughtsat3amconstantly]

Milk

A crackish piece set within the You Are My Special series

Sukuna training Yuji in his innate domain

Sukuna: Alright Yuji, that’s enough training for now.

Yuji: ‘Finally! A break!’ Finally! I was getting exhausted! 😩

Sukuna: Maybe you shouldn’t have stayed up almost all night watching that…what is that thing anyway? A light …mirror flashy box?

Yuji: It’s called a cell phone. CELL….PHONE. Do you understand?

Sukuna: Don’t get smart with me boy. Do you want start up training again right now until dinner with no breaks?

Yuji: NO NO! Sorry Sukuna!

Sukuna: That’s what I thought. Now then, let’s go over-

Yuji: Hey Sukuna? Sorry to interrupt but uuuh, do mind if I go and get some water? I’m really thirsty.

Sukuna: Actually, try this instead

Sukuna then goes to get a glass that has something filled in it. He then hands it over to Yuji.

Yuji: *takes the glass* What is it?

Sukuna: *Smiles and tilts his head* Milk. Now drink up!

Yuji: Ok…then. *takes a sip* ‘Huh, I honestly was expecting something to happen to me.’

Sukuna: Make sure you drink every last drop. It’s very good for you. You know, I wasn’t able to drink milk back in the Heian era.

Yuji: Really? Wow. *Drinks the milk again*

Sukuna: It’s a good thing I had my own milk to drink.

Yuji:*after drinking the entire glass of milk, glass still held to his mouth, eyes wide open* What.

Sukuna: It did have a nice taste to it

Yuji: Sukuna, where did you get the milk from? And where did you get this glass from?!

Sukuna: Well it came from me so, it should be fine for you. Though I do feel a little sore still.

Yuji: *grossed out* WHAT THE HELL?!

Sukuna: Don’t be dramatic Yuji, my milk does not taste bad. It has plenty of nutrients that you need and replenishes your energy.

Yuji: THAT’S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!! You can’t just give me breast milk and expect me to be okay with it!! And you still haven’t answered my question about the glass!

Sukuna: Well, I need my heir to be strong and healthy. Remember I am your parent now too, so you will drink my milk.

Yuji: Like hell I will! And seriously, what about the glass?! Where did you get it?!

Sukuna: The glass is not important. And you will drink it every time I give it to you Yuji, otherwise you will face punishment for not drinking my milk. I worked hard to give you it, I will not let it go to waste. Understood?

Yuji: I-

Sukuna: Understood?!

Yuji quickly began to understand that he couldn’t do anything about get out of drinking Sukuna’s milk.

Yuji: *sighs* Yes, I understand.

Sukuna: Good. Training is over. Go about the rest of your day.

With that, Yuji woke back up in his room.

Bonus:

Gojo: Hey Yuji, what-

Sees Yuji eating a bowl of cereal with no milk

Gojo: uuuh

Yuji: I didn’t feel like having milk with my cereal

Gojo: o-ok then

Sukuna inside of Yuji’s head: Overdramatic brat.

A/N: Set in the You Are My Special series. Ever since I saw that post Gege made about Sukuna and the milk thing, I had to write about it! Especially with Yuji. This is mostly crackish? IDK, I thought it would be funny. Unsure of how cannon it is to the series. I hope you enjoyed!

[kykyonthemoon]

A chocolate kiss

Childe prepared a sweet surprise for you on Valentine's.

Tags: Childe x F!Reader, High school/ modern AU, fluff, sweet, long distance relationship

1277w

— Masterlist

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Whenever it’s Valentine’s Day, you always felt a little down.

There were red and pink hues everywhere, along with flowers and hearts, chocolate, and candies. There were couples holding hands, chatting, and gently laughing everywhere you looked. And it was always you who was alone. It was true that you had a love interest, but he was thousands of miles away.

You and Ajax had been in this relationship for three years now. He was originally an international student from Snezhnaya. As soon as feelings began to bloom between you two, he had to return to his country.

You still maintained this relationship since he left. Long distance calls, photos posted on each other's walls, gifts sent through the mail... Long distance love was not a problem for you. But sometimes, on holidays like this, I felt sad.

You wished Ajax were here. In person, not through a screen. In your head, you made up a whole list of things to do together when he came; places to visit, meals to eat together. You could even imagine your reaction to those. Those things made you happy for a moment, and then, when reality reminded you that you never knew when your dreams might come true, you just wanted to cry.

And yet, you had never, ever caused Ajax to worry. Always radiant, you were behind the screen. You just told him about the things that made you laugh. As for what made you cry, you chose to keep it to yourself. You knew, that Ajax himself was very upset for not being there with you. You would not bring him any more trouble.

"Hey, what do you want for this Valentine's Day?" 

Voices from Ajax emerged on both sides of the headgear. You smiled, resting your head on the giant teddy bear he had given you on another occasion.

"I love everything you send me, really."

Ajax grinned. His hair was a mess. He remained in bed. It was early morning at his place, and you had just finished dinner. 

"Then let me think about it!" A hand he reached up, pretending to pull out his hair. "What could bring happiness to my little lady? What might that be?

He muttered those things while you laughed. You only wanted one thing for the holiday, but it's something you shouldn't ask for.

"Ah! I know!" Ajax shouted. He jumped up causing the blanket to fall, revealing his bare chest. Oh, how you missed the feeling of burying your face in that spot. 

"I know what I'm going to give you." As he went on, you enquired:

"What is it?"

"A secret. I won't reveal it so soon." 

Ajax laughed mysteriously. You were curious. It was customary for you and Ajax to exchange gifts on important occasions, particularly Valentine's Day.  You did also prepare a gift for him, which you had not sent yet because you still hope to hand it over to him in person.

The conversation ended with a kiss through the screen. You turned off the phone, feeling both happy and regretful inside. Even more, you desired to be with Ajax. You wanted to feel the warmth of being in his arms, inhale his scent every time he squeezed you, feel his lips pour kisses all over your face and neck while you giggled. 

You only got those luxuries two or three times a year. You too had visited Ajax, but managing both of your schedules had proven to be a challenge. Then there were unexpected things, unplanned changes. Just like that, you felt the distance between you and Ajax getting further and further. 

At one point you thought about the end of this relationship. You loved Ajax so much, you knew he loved you too. It's just that your lives had taken a turn and parted in two different directions. But there was still some hope that the two of you would find a way to be truly together. 

On Valentine's Day, you sat at the café where Ajax and you used to spend hours after school. It was time for your date and you had not seen him yet. His icon on the screen stayed dark and silent. You did not know what he was doing. You glanced eagerly at the time, then back at the screen. 

Thirty minutes, an hour,... Then three hours had passed. You watched people come and go. The café was sparse. The closing time was also near. Your eyes swept over the laptop screen to check time again, then you shut it down in frustration.

You left the shop with a heavy heart. You pulled out a handmade wool scarf for Ajax from your pocket and held it in your arms. You were sad that he did not go online as he promised, and you were even more concerned about the possible reasons why he might not have been able to make it. Maybe he didn't have time to text you because he was preoccupied with something unexpected. Or even worse, perhaps he had encountered some kind of issue...

Your eyes started to flood up with tears just thinking about it. You sat on the sidewalk, looking at the narrow road in front. There was a couple of lovers holding hands who had just walked past; oh how much you longed to go with Ajax side by side like that. You started blaming yourself for being so selfish, wanting to keep him with you. The more you thought about it, the more your heart ached, and the more tears filled your eyes.

Then, you heard a familiar voice calling your name. Once. Twice. After the third time, you turned around.

The familiar orange-red hair stood out in the middle of the street. The tall, thin figure dragged a suitcase and was waving at you, then the steps turned into sprints. You rubbed her eyes. Was this a dream?

Ajax ran over to you as you just stood up. He held you in his arms, lifted you off the ground a few inches and turned you around gently, until you had all the dizziness and had to lean your whole body against his. He kept calling your name and after your feet touched the ground, he wiped away the tears that hadn't dried up from your cheeks.

"Sorry I'm late... My flight... was delayed by several hours... Sorry, I kept you waiting..."

Rushing between words and kisses, it took you a while to understand what he was saying. It turned out that he had secretly booked a plane ticket to visit you, as a Valentine's Day surprise. You were stunned, frightened because you thought you were going to wake up and lose Ajax; then you burst into happiness while realizing this was true. Ajax was in front of you. He placed a deep kiss on your lips.

"Mmmh. Your lips taste like chocolate." He paused for a moment just to say that, making you laugh.

"I just had one cup of chocolate." 

"Want to have another with me?" 

With pleasure, you nodded. "So, is this the secret present you said?" 

After giving you a little peck on the cheek, Ajax said: "Only a part of it. The rest would be revealed soon. In any case, I'm going to stay here for a very long time."

You blinked. One surprise after another made it hard for you to breathe. You let Ajax hold your hand, rub your head, and place another kiss on your forehead. 

Everything was fine, as long as he was around; even for a moment, you would forget all your doubts and just appreciate his sweetness.

-The end-

[tomorrowillbeyou]

would you be willing to share a bit more about the guy in your head ^-^ I have one too

YOU DO?? umm ok i have not talked about this in a huge amount of detail on here because it's kind of weird but also might be completely normal and i have no idea which it is so i just vague post about it LOL... and also because the specific circumstances are quite embarrassing..... putting under cut due to this

basically i have always had a slight sensation that everything i do is being watched by Something since i was a kid but at the beginning of the year i started randomly imagining what kind of trials and tribulations me & geoff rickly would go through if we got freaky fridayed with each other and it was shit like ha ha he will have to do maths lol . And then it somehow morphed and solidified into he (but not really him i believe its some kind of split off of his consciousness that cant communicate with the actual him) is actually within my head and can see everything i do through my eyes/sense my other senses also but he can't know what im thinking or communicate with me he can just see and feel everything. i don't actually believe this like obviously it isn't true but i can't physically keep myself from behaving and thinking and feeling like it is like it IS true to me even if logically iknow it can't be so i always act like it is. so like at the start i hated it and wanted him to leave sooo bad because i didn't like having no privacy and stuff like that and i would cry and tell him to go away and stuff but!!! now i have kind of adopted a You're stuck in here with ME!!! attitude to him... you will watch my minecraft videos and eat my weird dinners boy.... and i explain stuff to him that im doing (which leads to me talking "to myself" under my breath a lot but i try not to do it in public too much so i have a few hand signals for important stuff instead or sometimes use google search bar or notes app to talk to him. but i do it basically all the time at home) and like explain stories of stuff that happened before he was here as context and we also have a few inside jokes like things that i always reference that he's sick of (i assume) so it's a little funny. we are kind of begrudgingly friends now i think. Yes i know all of this is not real and doesn't make any sense but it like is to me and also im not being like parasocial about the actual geoff rickly this is like a separate version kind of based on/split from him that lives in my head and i talk to. i kind of feel a bit bad posting this because it's kind of private between us but i haven't explained any actual communication we have so i think he will probs be fine with it And yes he can see me typing this up rn because he always sees everything. anyway i don't know whether this came from like loneliness or paranoia of being watched or just liking geoff rickly a lot but im honestly cool with it at this point it's just kind of inconvenient trying to communicate things to him all the time so he knows what's going on. and i also wish he would communicqt3 to ME in some way sometimes but we can't have everything. anyway that's my little guy how about urs

[crying-mybest]

The Past Eats

TW- Death, language, dubious behavior

character background - Timothy Dart is a 4th year student at Hogwarts. He's a Slytherin but hates everything about the superiority complex his peers have. he is originally from America but was adopted by a British wizarding couple.

A/N- sorry for any grammar or spelling originally wrote this 3 years ago figured I would post it.

The plan was simple. So why did he not understanding?

“Today is the second game of the Triwizard tournament. The game starts at 11 and I’m counting on it ending at 12. You will tell Everyone who asks, "I'm in the library.” I expanded to Nevil.

“Where are you actually going?” Nevil asked.

“Nowhere you need to worry about. Just know that I'm most likely dead if you don’t see me at dinner. And if someone asks where I am I’m in the library.”

“What if a professor asked where you are? What do I say then?”

“You tell them you don’t know, but last time you checked I was in the library.” I got up and left the table and headed back to the dorms to change.

Sneaking off the grounds was the most challenging part of my mission to get to America in time I needed to apparate, which meant risking the ministry’s wrath. But this was more important. 

Hogsmeade was quiet. Everyone was already at the lake. I had practiced apparition since I was 5 when my father first taught me. This was the first time I Apparated more than a few blocks. It was nerve racking, but had to be done. Gathering my courage I waved my wand and thought of where I needed to appear and suddenly I was inside the manor.

I stepped carefully through the halls, peering around corners, and once in a while checking behind me. Occasionally I could hear the creaking of footsteps on the old wood, but I eventually found what I came for. In the wand room. My family kept the wands of every wizard in the family who had died. The room was separated into 2 halves, one half for the honored, and the other for the damned for those in the family who were too powerful or too open-minded and were killed for it. My parent’s wands were in that collection and I was there to get them back. They didn’t deserve them. The wands levitated. I recognized my parents immediately. I also recognized Gellert Grindelwald’s front and center .

I collected my parent’s wands and just as I was about to disapparate my cousin Delfine, fresh out of school cornered me. I raised my wand, but before I could think of what to do next.

“EXPELLIARMUS! My mother should have killed you when she had the chance! I’ll enjoy finishing the job.” she exclaimed as a toothy smile spread across her face.  

My wand flew out of my hand. I reached up to grab a wand suspended above me, and aimed; I didn't even say anything, just felt the red hot anger boiling within me then a red spark flue from the wand striking her square in the chest. She crumpled to the ground, she was dead. The house shook. I picked up my wand as my aunt Selma came running down the hall. She collapsed into tears. When she noticed me her red eyes glared.

“You will die for this” she held her daughter, Delfine’s eyes unblinking, her mouth hung open   Selma meant what she said.

I disapparated, my cousin's face burned into my mind. I didn't realize I was still holding a 4th wand until I was trying to stuff the extras into my bag. The wand was his. It was Grindelwald’s. 

“Shit!” I whispered under my breath.

In a panic I returned to my dorm, avoiding everyone. I put all the wands excluding my own into a box charmed so only I could open it. Then I rushed to the library and acted like I was busy internally. I was panicking, the reality of it all was setting in. I knew I was going to get in trouble for appearing without a license. The Darts could handle that fine, but murder was not on the docket. Azkaban was not a place I wanted to be for any duration of time.

I got in trouble with the ministry for apparating of cores, they bought my alibi. I played entitled rich pure blood well. The other Slytherin boys were good role models on that end.

“The selection of snacks at Hogsmeade is disappointing at best, can you really blame me. But fine it won’t happen again.”  Underneath the facade the truth still rang clear. After a few months I was confused. I hadn't been called to court again, escorted off campus, or murdered yet. I thought it must have been a dream so I checked the box and sure enough three wands were my mother’s, my father's, and my great uncles. What the Hell? I keep my lips sealed no one could know.

[another-anonymous-idiot]

***I love your post, but if it's alright, I would like to add an (significantly more dramatic) alternative.***

I cannot picture them dying apart. I imagine them old, eating dinner together.

They had asked for their favourites, the best fruits, sweetmeats, wine. They don't talk much, after all they had been together for so long, they know each other inside out, there is no need to talk.

They hold two goblets of wine in one hand, each other in their other, as they move to their bed. Their years for fighting and survival had caught up to them, and Damen reminisces on the days where he would carry his love into their bed, how he would lay him down gently into the sheets. Now, it is difficult to make it to the bed, more so than he would like to admit, his knees protesting to the strain as they sat down.

"My father died of poison." They were the first words that came from him on this night. He didn't know how they had clawed their way up his throat. He hadn't thought of his father's death in a long time.

Laurent made a sound of acknowledgement, as he gazed down into the goblet for a moment. When he looked up, his eyes were not unreadable, as they were in court, as they always were to him when they had first met. They held so much love now, serenity and passion only matched by their nights spent together, bodies intertwined.

"And yet the circumstances are so different." Laurent replied. "I think that..." He trailed off.

Damen lifted their intertwined hands, and pressed a kiss ever so gently to his loves knuckles, which were as delicate and elegant as they always were. Laurent had never lost his distinct beauty, even and he himself had complained about the crows feet, and the smile lines, and the beauty marks that had accumulated over time. Damen had resorted to teasing him about sounding like a court pet to get him to understand that it was not important.

"I think that," Laurent continued "I may finally be able to give to you what you gave to me. Perhaps we can purify that memory, just as you did for me when you taught my body to remember you." He made to move next to Damen, so that their sides were pressed to each other.

"I did nothing more then love you."

"And yet you did nothing less then everything."

Damen smiled and pressed a kiss to his loves forehead. He was not nervous. The sky was beautiful tonight, and the sea sparkled from the moonlight. Their bed faced the luscious balcony, and yet Damen could not be forced to look away from Laurent's eyes by anything short of a catastrophe.

"You loved me too" he couldn't help but smile.

"I do, unlike I've loved anyone else."

Laurent looked at the goblet again, and slowly raised it towards Damen, who mirrored his actions. There was no rush, and yet no hesitation as they pressed the metal rims to each other's lips.

Drop by drop they drank it all. The empty goblets were thrown to the floor, and they collided. They kissed as they had their entire lives, as if they could feed their love into each other. As if this kiss would be their last.

They climbed further up into the bed, Damen covered them in their sheets. They continued to kiss, to cling to each other, to press themselves to one another, as if in their passion they could meld, and become one.

But they slowed, grew tired. And as they lay in the palace that they had built together, in the heart of the empire they had ruled, between kisses they shared their last breath.

It breaks my heart that, even if Damen and Laurent have the longest, most peaceful and prosperous reign in history, they’re not immune to the passing of time.

I imagine Damen will be the first to go, peacefully in his bed after he’s too weak to carry on, holding Laurent’s hand and smiling because his heart is so full of love and joy.

I imagine Laurent (old and gray and still so beautiful) will be solemn, and arrange a funeral fit for a god. He will then quietly focus on work, tending to the kingdom/empire’s affairs, ensuring all will be well, tidying up unfinished business.

I imagine he will retire to his empty bed one night, and not rise in the morning. He will go peacefully in his sleep, his hand resting on Damen’s empty side of the bed, with a smile on his face because his husband and his brother were waiting for him.

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 20  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/20/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

Alright people we are getting into the final stage…not final chapters because I kinda counted how much they will be and I expect ten or more…

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

-Arthur honey could you leave me my bathrobe and some underwear in the bathroom?

Oh gosh she was calling him honey.

She called her husband honey too.

His now pregnant woman taking a hot shower in his quarters…they were facing some issues right now…well wanting an abortion from one side and the other no wasn’t exactly a minor problem but…The situation would make him smile silly if it wasn’t for that detail.

He left the clothes there and received at the front door the donuts she asked and…the already prepared set of dosis of addictol. Since the man that bring the food was already there he asked for some Mierluks eggs omelet for dinner time, people on Croup Manor were eating them and say they were rich in protein, a total boots of energy to get in action so it was a good idea for her diet. If he didn’t say a thing maybe Nora wont throw up.

What if Cade was right and at some point of the pregnancy her cravings and taste changes and become…normal to wastelands standars? Like, she being able to eat  stingwing filet for example? Or wild mutfruit? That would make things so much easier  for both and restore her health so much…she needs to change her habits!

Truth is that he had plans to only continue as a family, the elder, the sentinel, and their baby, nothing less than that. He was mentally prepared for all the challenges a pregnancy could put in his way…but nothing less than this. He would not make accommodations this time.

Arthur wished for this to really go well.

She came out from the  shower and throw in bed looking at the ceiling, her body falling like a bag.

-Where have you been before…coming for the first test? –he dare to ask, pretending he was working, reality is that he cannot focus at all since he read  first Cade inform- 3 weeks passed since Sanctuary to that date.

-Settlement work, in fact I was around the airport some days but I was undercover –she had a new haircut, yes.

-And this last three?

-Far Harbor, until Nick came to lecture me –apparently Nora had the control of a boat to go whenever she wanted out of the land, and that scared the man a lot- I came because I know how much you sacrificed by doing that, not because of Nick smartass…

-I guess hell send me the bill

-Can we talk Arthur? –he nodded, and she patted on bed, he take a second before getting up from the chair and sitting up in the bed, she went up on her knees to be at his height and try to cup his cheeks with her hands…but he moved the head off.

-Im really hurt with what you did –she closed the her eyes and sighted, that really make the man annyoyed- all things: lie me about coming back soon, coming to the Prydwen just for the testing and leave…you could even wait to dine together and then leave if you wanted smartass! And then hide, from me, for weeks, like it wasn’t something important to tell me specifically

-I was looking for a solution…they all really scare me –oh the nerve she was going to make him burst in anger.

-And if you find one were you going to  take it and that’s all? Without telling me? I would find sooner or later in the brotherhood files that at some point you were pregnant! –this was even worse than before!

-That’s why I asked for privacy…I know you have a lot of questions about the institute –it didn’t matter much now since they were gone but it was good to know…the level of two…three agent that Nora was…

-Yeah…

She fall on bed, looking at the ceiling, patting at her side for him to lay at his side, he did but when she wanted to grab his hand, he  didn allow it, placing both in his chest.

-When I meet Shaun again he offers me as an apology a room…some amenities to be around in the institute, you know what I did first? A hot shower and a nap on a clean bed and sheets –she was looking at the ceiling, and he look at her lips as she talked- that’s right, I take all my armor, my guns and things away for a hot shower and a clean bed. I completely expose myself in the enemy’s territory for it, I just forget when that possibilities appear in front of me.

-Or maybe it was that you worked too hard that days and your mind slip at the chance of getting a good rest.

-Nono, I completely surrender myself to that clean mattress

-Perphaps it was the fact that your beloved and lost son made you that gift and you felt comfortable enough to forget?

-Nope, I mean it. I just surrender. And then I walk around the institute and found…plants, like green plants, people well dressed in clothes without holes, the smell of clean, animals, and fresh air oh oh oh hear this out…edible food! Non radiated! Fresh! –she went up in her elbows- im gonna tell you a secret…are you ready? –he nodded- I have a deposit of only institute food, crazy right? –the mans face deformed and look at her with horror- like they come in this white boxes with the institute logo and they only have like…two years maybe, they come in this plates but I swear to you the ingredients are still fresh

-Nora! –he went up in his elbows also- is that what you normally eat!? I never see you with those!

-Of course not, I eat them in privacy, with the institute symbol is  a bit risky to do it but…yes…when im alone I take from that boxes as breakfast, lunch, and dinner…pre-war food is hard too find, so I make sure to save a goooooood stock of food for a lot of time, for now my deposit is doing good –how many more deposits Nora had around the Commonwealth? One for drugs, one for caps, one for food…an entire  vault…-is actually good for preserved boxed food, I can eat it just fine.

-But your glucose, cholesterol, weight, vitamins and all are so low…

-Well I cant pack a lot of boxes with me all the time so yeah, there’s a lot of days I don’t eat, that’s true, once im out in the field there’s no more options to me than keep looting good old canes. I do what I can

Again, he felt bad.

-So he offers you to stay with the institute…

-Yeah, because I can fill the gaps I left by killing Shauns kidnapper, Kellog, who was their useful worker on the field…Not because I was his mom…-the little joy he had in her voice left, just to be heard all plain and…sad- it sorta surprised me…and fill me with pride at the same time…that my son became a super scientist, the top of the top, the leader of an entire circle of super smart people but then he said that he was unable to think in me and have feelings as his mom…because how life turned for him- it was like being rejected- he was sorry for being unable to feel the right way about me, his mom, who he saw looking under every rock of the Commonwealth for him for an entire year –she was dead talking about this subject, no feeling, no emotion, as she said before, she cried all what she had to cry- I felt so…relieved that my boy turned into a mature man so conscious about the situation, someone who can handle emotions so carefully to be respectful but I also felt like I wasn’t important, and this whole journey was for nothing…I spend that days just sleeping in that clean bed wandering what happened to my life…

-I remember that, I took you a lot of days to come back from the institute.

-It didn’t took me, I stay there because I wanted to stay over, I was wandering if…stay with my son or come back with all the people that were counting on me…god I try so much to stay around him, to catch on some time and…Shaun couldn’t get me, I didn’t care he was almost double my age by aging naturally, he was still my son and I loved him, he used my skills and will, he would apologize, he understanded my point but…never actually cared enough, it wasn’t his business, im so sorry for how life turned to be for you mom I don’t know how to make you feel better…by that time I was silly and I think he was trying for our good

-You tried to connect with the leader of the institute knowing everything he was doing and you dare to say you are not going to be a good mother –the way he said that make the woman uncomfortable

-That’s the thing Arthur, after everything I been through i…somehow I choose to end up with nothing, I let him die, then I turn him into pieces…-after saying that she took a long pause-then I destroyed the place were he lived and work of his life, his legacy…i…I did…-this time, he put down one of his hands, and she take it- I did something awful, I gave up on his memory, because of all  the terrible things he did, but I still gave up on my son, he did awful because I wasn’t there for him and  I gave up

-I also have someone I  have to cry without a grave or  a spot for it –Nora turned her head to look at him- Sentinel Sarah Lyons, my first love

-Missing in action if I read correctly  -she babble.

-That doesn’t mean I expect the same to happen again

-Its not like I expect…but I have zero control in every aspect of my life in the wastelands and…crazy things happen –he can’t control the present and he will not control the future for her to stop panicking and hating things, its just not going to happened, at some points she is going to learn to surrender and accept things.

-There’s more of this you are telling me?

-Yes –now he grabbed her hand, pressing with the tip of his finger inside her palm

-You're going to stay around to keep telling me more about this or are you gonna disappear again? –Nora bite her tongue and  hear a knock on the door.

The man raises up and sat on the bed, how many time they spend chatting? Apparently it was dinner time now so I guess a lot.

By night, the elder throw some blankets and pillows at the  floor next to the bed, he  wasn’t going to share the bed, in fact he preferred to not sleep at all, he wanted to keep an eye on her. It break his heart that this was the actual situation.

-Arthur for fucks sake come to bed –he wasn’t going, if he was too comfortable on bed he may fall asleep.

-You are not thrust worthy –he just simply said, annoyed, and he was in his right to be.

-Don’t be ridiculous, if you don’t want me around ill just go to my quarters

-You insisted in coming here

-I know you already lock the door, come on im not going to jump off the window! –that wasn’t an actual security measure, since Nora can open locks so easily

-Im fine here

-This are your quarters, this is your bed, I should sleep on the floor!

-Im mad at you Nora! –he simply screamed, making her freeze for a bit, not expecting that at all. It was rare from him to lose his cool- you are on your right to be in pain, but im in my right to be annoyed!

This was at least…unexpected…she went up sitting on bed and crawled to the other side, were he was, she didn’t went down or anything, but put an arm down in case he wanted to take her hand from the ground.

-Im sorry –she said paying attention to his movements.

-You abandoned me. Twice –the pain in his voice make her blink, open wide her eyes.

-No, I didn’t give up on you –she didn’t want him to feel like that, it wasn’t her intention- I was trying to find a solution…

Now, he did move his head to look at her for a moment but quickly went back  to his pillow. Hiding in the softness

-There’s no solution were the three of us aren’t together, if its not  the case, then is no solution.

She said nothing, but did that night sleep on his bed. He watched her sleep, waking up between shorts periods to keep on eye. Arthur wasn’t going to be tricked again.

In the morning, he saw her waking up and getting off bed to go to the bathroom, and then go to prepare some tea for both, there was still some donuts and bread around for breakfast, so shell eat that.

-I want to pick up something from my quarters –she said giving the man a hot cup of tea, he took it, smelling before…just in case just in case…

-Ill find someone to escort you there…-the woman stared at him in silence with a killing gaze.

-Arthur its my quarters

-And? You lost all my trust to be around on your own–she grunted, buy say nothing

-Okay

She did as the man…allow her, have the permit to walk and do in the Prydwen but escorted by 4 soldiers, there was so much people they didn’t fit in the narrow hallways of the zeppelin. It wasn’t like they can take her down, he surely didn’t believe that, they were mostly around to set an alarm if anyone weird happens. In the end she just pick some clothes and holotapes…

Coming back at Arthur quarters she found him taking a nap on bed, of course, since he didn’t sleep in the hole night…it wasn’t a whim, she understand. He take the chance of the soldiers watching her during the day to sleep a bit after all he wasn’t…all robot…

Nora change to a laundered pink dress and sat on his personal desk to use the terminal, she could…send some mails, change some people perspective, look into his files…but instead, she put a holotape and watch a movie.

What the hell she was doing with her life? She felt bad horribly bad to hurt the man like that, but she also knew she was doing the right thing…for her at least…she didn’t wish to keep on this pregnancy at all…but also didn’t want him to hate her

She did in fact found a solution before, but the man found about it first and now it was too late, he was too attached.

Her cheeks blushed at the memory of his words…he say he loved her. And she did in fact, love him back. Letting the fear away to make space for that feelings to grow more and more but now there was no room for their love to bloom.

What can she expect? Of course Arthur would want to have it, he is at the top of the word, he thinks he has the best of the best to offer and provide, there’s absolutely no problem in having a son together, in fact, it was so strange this was his first…I mean he is young…but also young enough! But she did have a problem. A really deep one anybody can’t just ignore or let pass like…killing her first son is bad enough but the fact that she blasted his only memory left, like better vanish in the history than staying in this land even as a corpse...made her stomach sick.

Sometimes, she missed Shaun, it was unvenliable how her dead son haunts her from the back of her thoughts. It was so scary, like the times she did work against the institute interests and she feared coming back to the CIT ruins to not be lectured by…her son of 60 years old who released her like some kind of experiment and nothing more, how much she would be wandering around in the savage Commonwealth.

The movie keep moving forward but her eyes weren’t precisely in the screen, she was lost in her thoughts, memories and ideas. Noise, there was noise on her mind. The dark thoughts always haunt her from the back to her neck until hanging her throat, taking her breath away. Sometimes she gets so overwhelmed in her thoughts she feel like she could die…

-Nora! –something brute and harsh wake her up from her wreck train of thoughts, the man was shaking her shoulders like crazy. Nora shake her head and then look at him, from heads to toes, took a few seconds to breath before saying anything, trying to open her mouth several times in the process and just…talk

-What? –she can only say, Arthur look at her nervous inspecting all her expressions in every corner of her face.

-Are you alright!? –Nora look at the screen and the credits were already moving up in the black and white motion.

-I was…watching an old movie…-she babble low, her breath was calm and but her body stiff as a rock to move- It was Gone with the wind it’s a four hours movie how the hell im on the credits!? –she look at him and then again at the screen- did I fall asleep!?

-I wake up five minutes ago, stare at you and when I didn’t see you moving or even blinking it scared the shit out of me

-Oh –she just said, now blinking repeatedly

-Are you okay? –again, he asked, and take a sit next to her, still watching her movements.

-Yeayeayeayeah I was just…thinking…some stuff –that was strange but since she didn’t have any physical “consequence” like trembling or red eyes well maybe it was that, she get lost in her thoughts and that’s all- wanna watch the movie with me?

-Sure –he said, watching her as she take the holotape again and put it on the terminal-did you do this all day?

-I guess so, I actually wanted to finish this movie and see a musical later but I guess I didn’t pay much attention –her body was hard as a rock after staying in the same position for almost four hours, her muscles and joints hurt!

-What’s a musical?

-A story told through songs and dances, very few dialogues

-That sounds…difficult to understand and follow

-Sometimes they are, but I wanted to see people dance again, I see people sing because it’s a very human thing to do but…not dance, its like…humans forgot how to do it naturally.

-I think I managed pretty well at Sanctuary

-You had a good guide, just admit it –she laughed a bit and he smiled, only smiled.

They watch the movie in silence, this time she was actually paying attention, could see that in her eyes, she wasn’t just awake and that’s all, her mind and focus was on the terminal. It was a movie too old for Arthur to appreciate, more than historical drama it looks like sci fiction, that’s how long long ago it looks for him, apparently the elder of the brotherhood of steel doesn’t know or at least care much about U.S history from much much before the bombs dropped.

At the two hours he already wanted to die of boredom, maybe it wasn’t his type of movie after all, the protagonist lady was a little bitch…look a lot like Nora, it wasn’t like her personality at all but oh boy the hairstyles and make up did really make them look similar. Not even dreaming he imagined Nora in dresses like that ones, they weren’t a possibility, not even using the 100% of his brain power but oh boy wont she look…pretty…pretty that was the word because the protagonist was a very young lady who apparently hasn’t matured enough…or was an spoiled brat to do it so…

He sighted and lay his back on the chair, then, some words escaped from his lips.

-How did you figured out you could be pregnant? Three weeks its not a lot of time –if now their baby was six weeks that mean it was conceived on Sanctuary…at least that week.

-I was watching on my period very carefully. When it was two weeks late I came back with Cade for the test –it was too soon for her to have symptoms yet so the only thing that could give her a little idea…was time.

-Well I said to you they were never much trustworthy…-since forever, this was a possibility, he didn’t expect it so soon to happened but…he was glad it happened with her specifically-Not before and not now…

Silence, they stay in silence with the movie still running until she take a big breath and speak.

-Arthur…-he hummed to let her know he heard- I love you

He says nothing, just grab her hand even if they weren’t sitt next to each other, keeping distances but still watching the movie together.

[akunya]

"let me do you a favor."

pairings: trey clover x m!reader

summary: dinner tastes best when someone feeds it to you.

tw: FEEDING/FEEDERISM(?), persuasion/manipulation, frottage, dubcon. regression(?), CARETAKER!TREY, comfort, subspace/little space(?). SOMNO, praise, guilt trip, etc.

notes: i have been working on this for a bit, and finally got around to finishing it for his birthday. trey is my favorite twst character so i hope this does him justice.

i feel like its ooc, but whatever. enjoy! : )

"you have to eat, yknow that right?" trey frowned, his eyes never leaving your hunched form. it was late at night, at this point everyone had retreated to their dorms to get some good nights sleep; every student except for you. "its important - much more important than studying."

you shrugged in response, flipping past another page of the heavy textbook in front of you. your desk was littered with crumpled papers, eraser shavings, post-its askew, and everything else that would make riddle scream his head off. trey had taken note of you not being in the cafeteria for lunch. while he assumed you were busy, his mind started to worry as he realized you didn't show up to dinner either. in fact, now that he thought about it, trey hadn't seen you all day.

the upperclassman had always felt the need to take care of others, and you were no exception. while he would deny hi true intentions about being heartslabyuls big brother figure, deeply inside, he knew it was somewhat true. you couldn't fathom why he cared so much about your well-being while he had so much to deal with on his own. wouldn't it be easier to just leave you be? wasnt he tired himself after such a long day? you started brooding in your own thoughts. trey sighed, not moving from his spot next to your desk, hoping that if he stayed long enough you'd eventually give in. your eyes darted from word to word, silent, adamant on finishing your study session before you allowed yourself a bite to eat. you had to pass this time, or it would seriously be off with your head.

you were insistent on finishing your book before having a snack — until trey had spoken up. "what if fed you instead?" your brain had taken a moment to process what he said, blinking a few times. the offer made your thoughts stop in their tracks, ripping yourself away from the book to look at trey with wide eyes. he smiled, pushing up his glasses, unshaken from how surprised you were. "i can make you something and feed you. that way you wont have to stop reading."

you couldn't help but feel embarrassed. the way he didn't even stutter to offer something so domestic (in your eyes, at least) to you made your cheeks flush, clearing your throat awkwardly. was this another one of his jokes? was cater around the corner getting ready to laugh at you with his phone in hand?

before you could hesitate any longer, your stomach growled loudly, making the both of you stare at each other for a moment before laughing. "..s-sure, if you really want to. there's really no need for that though."

"dont worry, its no big deal. i have some leftovers from what i made for dinner. ill grab them and come right back." with a polite nod, you muttered another ‘thank you’ before continuing your boring textbook about potions and whatnot for your test. your fingers tapped on the smooth wood of the desk as you read.

you wouldn’t admit it, but you enjoyed being doted on every once and a while. it felt nice to be cared for — letting your worries slip away as someone else’s hands did the work for you. it was tough having so many responsibilities. thinking again about how trey not only takes care of himself but riddle and the dorm as well, you really wondered how he did it all. shouldn’t you be the one offering him comfort and care? you sighed, leaning back in your chair and staring at the ceiling.

“whoever ends up with him is one lucky guy, that’s for sure.” you mumbled under your breath, your eyes drifting close for just a moment before a knock came from the door. “come in!”

trey nudged the door open with his foot, holding it open just enough for him to slip through with the tray of food in his hands. your mouth started to water, your room being filled with the delicious smell of treys cooking. you didnt get a good look at the dishes, but it didn't matter - your stomach was rumbling all the same. he chuckled lowly, placing the tray on the coffee table momentarily. “it’s nothing too complicated. baking is usually my specialty, but i figured you wouldn’t want to eat cake for your first meal of the day.” you shook your head, quick to quip back at his comments. “no no, don’t worry about it! it looks delicious, trey. id eat anything you make.” there was a small moment of silence, and your words had sunken in, making trey laugh again. “is that so, y/n?”

the vice dorm leader’s eyes wandered towards your desk and back to the tray of food. “would you like to move from your desk, or should i scoot closer to you?” either way, you were going to be flustered by the intimacy of his hands holding your chin in place, shrugging nonchalantly. “do whatever you feel comfortable with. you’re doing me the favor after all.” you were in this deep anyways.

trey nodded, starting to ponder about how he should go about this. he didn’t want you to stop reading and studying (although he truly wanted you to take a break from it) since it seemed important to you. however, how is he going to get close enough without dropping food on your precious textbook? it would be a shame to go back on his offer just because it needed some extra maneuvering. with all of the extra problems the students of heartslabyul create, he wouldn't give up that easily. treys eyes practically lit up with a solution. he cleared his throat before speaking up.

“could you sit on my lap, y/n?” if you listened closely, you could hear the tinge of anxiety in his voice. it was a risky offer, after all. you felt your own heart flutter. unable to muster the courage to speak, you nodded instead, getting out of your chair and out of the way so trey could take the seat.

and boy, were you staring at him like a pervert. his bigger build practically dwarfed your worn little chair, filling up the seat nicely unlike yourself. his legs were spread open comfortably, and for a split second you swore you saw something stiff in between them. he was wearing a plain red colored shirt with dark grey pajama pants. how cute.. you smiled, taking note of the little red clovers printed on the fabric. even heartslabyuls hardworking senpai had cute clothes to relax in. the more you stared, the more soft he looked in your eyes.

trey cleared his throat, disrupting you from your thoughts. he patted his thighs, closing them slightly so you'd have somewhere to sit. "if you sit like this, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable." his soft hands moved your legs across his lap, angled sideways as he faced forward. he took the heavy textbook from the desk and placed it on your lap, moving the tray of food to rest on the desk instead. scooting closer, the position would seem uncomfortable to anyone else, but you truly didn't mind. the extra body heat from being pressed so closely to the man made you relax. "comfy?"

you nodded, going back to silently reading your book. why couldn't it be like this all of the time? you felt oddly safe, flipping the pages in your book as you read. trey reached over to scoop some of the food onto a fork, hand holding the small of your back while he moved. your eyes were glued to the page still. the cool metal of the fork tapped at your lips, prompting you to open without hesitation, biting into the warm tasty leftovers you had missed out on a few hours ago. "do you like it? i can use my magic to make it taste like something else if you don't."

you shook your head, swallowing first before speaking. "theres no need to, trey. it tastes really good. you're amazing in the kitchen." it was his turn to blush, not expecting the compliment in such a vulnerable position. having a cute boy sit in his lap didnt happen everyday after all. he didnt say anything in response, feeding you another forkful.

you two stayed like that for a while as you read. the silence was comfortable, to say the least. the upperclassman didnt care asking mindless questions, letting you read in peace as he fed you. while the food was more than splendid, a few forkfuls was enough to make your stomach begin to feel full, so when trey had held the utensil expectantly in front of your lips and you didn't budge, he frowned a little. "what happened? you dont like it?" his hurt face tugged at your heart strings.

you panicked, eyebrows raising in confusion. "thats not it! im just starting to feel full, so..!"

his saddened expression made your heart sink. why did you feel so empty? even though you were reading, the words were blending into one another and you barely processed anything you had just read. why did he look so disappointed? was he actually that worried about you?

"you only have a little bit left. you can do it, right? you barely ate today.." his voice was gentle, almost as if he was convincing you, sweet and persuasive. you found yourself shakily opening your lips for another bite, much to treys delight. he made sure to take note of the blush on your cheeks.

"thats it, good boy. i knew you could do it." the senior praised you, ruffling your hair as he fed you. trey wasn't stupid - he knew he had a way to persuade others while making himself look like the good guy. he's guilty of doing the same thing to riddle more than a dozen of times. if being a bit selfish meant getting what he wanted, then he didnt mind.

embarrassingly enough, your dick twitched at the pet name, too. 'good boy'? no ones ever called you that before. it made you feel.. good, to say the least. small, but safe. you found yourself itching for more praise from trey, wiggling a bit on his lap but not denying any food when he had gathered some more on the fork. trey didnt even bother correcting himself or making an excuse. he saw how you relaxed, how you looked so eager to please. "perfect. just like that." trey mumbled lowly, opening his own mouth to mimic yours.

your eyes looked glossy, void of any valuable thought. its as if you were staring at him, but you weren't truly there. he watched, making no effort to stop you tipping over deeper into that cozy mindset of your own. at some point you even began to lean into his side, relaxing into the upperclassman's firm yet soft chest. trey smiled, brushing some hair out of your face as he set the plate of food down. you looked as if you would knock out at any moment.

"look at that, all finished. i bet your stomach feels better now, right?" you lazily nodded, humming in response as you nuzzled against his neck. he coo'ed at you, taking the heavy book out of your lap so you could rest comfortably. your body was so relaxed against his, so accessible. trey gulped, noting that he could no longer hide the throbbing boner in his pants anymore.

he had been excited ever since you initially agreed to his offer. in fact, he was practically buzzing with energy when he had went over to the kitchen to plate some leftovers from earlier today. treys hands shook with an uncharacteristic amount of nervousness, licking his lips before letting his arm wrap around your small form. even if you wanted to get up, he simply gently nudged you further into the crook of his neck, hand splaying on your thighs. his mind raced with the thousands of possibilities that could happen.

he should leave you alone. really, trey should carry you to bed like the fine gentleman everyone thinks he is, like the normal role model they take him for. deeply, the man wants to do the right thing.

yet, all moral thought flies out the window when he notices you were hard too. your little cock made a proud tent in your pants, straining against the fabric as you slept. you were so quiet that trey didn’t even notice before, but now that it was practically on display for him, he couldn’t contain the groan he let out.

his bigger hand hovered over your bulge. he felt his heart flutter, looking down at your face. you were so calm, so peaceful in his arms. at this point.. wouldn’t it be wrong for him to deny you of your basic needs? the upperclassman has already hand fed you at this point, making sure you were full and taken care of. isn’t this just.. another task that he should handle?

you were too small to do it on your own, a little too dumb. friends do this all the time for each other. besides, you were totally into him too (he was confident on that, at least), so if anything.. maybe trey is doing a favor. a favor that he definitely doesn’t mind fulfilling for you.

“it’s alright, y/n. i got you. you deserve a break.” you had mumbled something in response, trey not catching half of what you said. he shrugged, pushing his glasses up before his hand hesitantly palmed your bulge, making you shudder. he felt his own cock pulse at just how tiny you were. his hand covered a good amount of your cock, squeezing and teasing you through your pants before unzipping them quietly.

trey was thankful that riddle had given you a room in heartslabyul to stay in. you didn’t have any other roommates because it was such short notice, so he didn’t have to worry about anyone barging in and catching him doing something he probably shouldn’t. trey pumped your cock slowly, making sure to flick his wrist and twist a couple of times. he loved the way your back arched, even while you were resting, desperate for more pleasure.

“you’re doing so well, pretty boy.” the praises spilled out naturally, his gaze shifting from your face to your cute little cock. your head felt dizzy, cloudy with dreams and pleasure as you moaned softly. the amount of pre-cum that dribbled out made an erotic squelch noise fill the room. trey didn’t bother stopping, even going a bit faster to get more reactions from you.

he thought about you like this before, but had no idea how to tell you. the mysterious transfer student from a different world was more than alluring to the normal student at NRC. not to mention, you are undeniably cute, winning the hearts of many of your seniors without you noticing. you never really noticed much, most of your schedule filled with hanging out with the first years or studying.

but the way you were now, and the time you were spending in his lap, was solely because of him. treys eyes widened when he noticed you were clumsily bucking your hips towards his hand. even while asleep, you couldn’t help but be so honest. you really were such a good boy.

when you started to curl up and shield yourself away from treys hand, he tutted, unwaveringly pushing your hips the opposite way so he could continue jerking you off. “no no, not that way. we’re almost done. let me help.”

it felt way too good. all of it felt unreal. being coddled so closely, fed so gently, cared for so nicely. it made you moan louder, drooling while you felt yourself grow dumber. trey was so overwhelming, and yet, you didn’t want to leave. you were in and out of your sleep, groaning treys name as he chuckled.

“you’re so sweet when you say my name, y/n. you can say it more. say it as much as you want.” trey kissed your forehead, his hand moving quicker and harder as you started to practically wail from how your body felt. you could feel his breath on your neck. it was hard for him to keep his composure.

when he saw your little hands try and grip the chair, that’s when he knew you were close. why was he so worried before? you clearly wanted this just as much as he did. you were the perfect little boy, listening and letting him do as he pleases. trey groaned, letting you hump into his hand clumsily. “you’re gonna cum, arent you y/n? it’s okay. let it out for me. you’ve been so good.” his voice only urged you further, sweet and soft in your ear.

your mouth was open, but no sound came out when you came, eyes rolling back a bit from your release. your cum shot high, some of it nearly landing on your chin as trey milked your cock, making sure every last drop was drained from your balls. it’s probably been so long since you’ve let yourself relax like this. he made a mental note to do this more often with you.

“see? didn’t that feel good?” his smile was as warm as ever, ready to greet you as you slowly opened your eyes. his face was a bit flushed, holding you in place even as you began to wake up and try to piece together what just happened. your trusty senpai would never do anything so dishonest after all. you could only nod, not wanting to make a fool out of yourself for falling asleep and not listening to.. whatever went on.

there trey goes again, forgetting to take care of his own tasks. his cock twitched angrily, aching to be touched. maybe a pretty boy like yourself wouldn’t mind returning the favor tonight.

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Stray Kids ~ His Ex Is Pregnant [Request]

A/N: I couldn’t tell if you meant the ex should be the reader or not so I went with that way. If its wrong please please tell me and I will work on making a completely new post for you so you can get the request you asked for 🥺💞

CHAN:

A few months after you and Chan had broken up, Chan began to notice something strange going on in the dorms. Usually, Felix would be around a lot in the afternoons but he was hardly in the dorms. Unless it was to eat and sleep he was out of the house and no one knew where he was or who he was with. 

"Lix?" The drawer inside of the younger members room slammed shut and he got up. Turning to face Chan with a shy smile. 

"Hyung, what are you doing here?" Chan frowned as Felix stood directly in front of the drawers, blocking them with his body. 

"I came to see if you were going to come with us to dinner...We've missed you." He laughed softly as Felix shook his head, looking over at the clock on the wall. 

"I have to go-"

"Where? Where do you keep sneaking off too?" Felix looked at Chan, he wasn't supposed to tell him, Chan wasn't supposed to know where and what he had been doing. 

"Just out. With a friend," He mumbled looking at Chan who eyed him up suspiciously. 

"If you're spending time with Y/n I won't mind," It wasn't exactly a lie but Chan wanted to get to the bottom of everything. Felix said nothing putting a bag onto his back and trying to push past Chan, 

"Lix-"

"Leave it," He mumbled as Chan grabbed onto the straps of Felix's bag, staring at him as he tried to get one straight answer from him. 

"Just tell me where you're going," Felix said nothing pulling away from Chan when the bag ripped open, baby clothes spilling onto the floor and bringing an awkward silence into the air.

"Chan..." Felix said slowly but Chan said nothing before rushing out of the dorms. 

"Felix if that's more baby clothes I'm going to-" You stopped speaking when you opened the door to see Chan standing there. Your stomach sank seeing the man that had broken up with you standing there. 

"So you're pregnant?" You looked at him and nodded, there was no use denying it when you were almost ready to pop. It was hard to lie about something like that. 

"You didn't tell me?!" He let himself into your apartment as you stared at him, 

"You didn't give me a chance to when you were breaking up with me." You grumbled walking back to your comfy spot on the sofa to sit down. 

"So you weren't going to tell me at all?" You stared back at him and shook your head. 

"There was no reason to, we were broken up, you made it clear we were no longer together." 

"I want to be a part of the child's life." You stared at him, it wasn't as though you would stop him from ever seeing the baby.

"I want to come to scans, I want to be there when you give birth...I want to be here with you. Raising the baby together." That was the tricky part. How could you raise a child together when you had split up almost nine months ago, he'd made it clear he no longer wanted you. 

"Chan. You broke up with me...I cant have you in my apartment, it would send too many mixed-"

"Then let's say we didn't break up, would we do it together then?" You nodded but that didn't take back what had happened. 

"You told me-"

"I told you I wanted a break, that I needed time to focus on music but this is more important than that...I still love you." Your heart almost jumped out of your throat and into his hands, you'd been dreaming of hearing that for months. 

"Chan I don't-"

"We can try it...We can try it out, please...Please just let me be a part of this." You stared at him, everything in your heart and brain telling you different things but you nodded. 

"Fine. A trail run." You mumbled as you tried to get up, groaning loudly as you did. 

"What?! Is the baby coming?! Do you have a go-bag?!" You stared at him, blinking a couple of times in shock. 

"I got up to pee." You whispered as he linked his arms with yours, walking you in the direction of your bathroom.

MINHO:

Minho knew from the moment that you had tried to break up with him that there was something more going on. It was clear that there was something else that was bothering you deep down and he thought you would tell him. Assumed that you trusted him enough to tell him everything about you but you never did. Whatever it was that was bothering you, you didn't tell a soul. 

"Look. I bought you everything you left at the dorms." Minho sounded broken as he spoke into the intercom of your apartment. It had been three months since either of you saw each other and he thought you would have told him by now. 

"Thanks. You can leave it-"

"I want to see you." He demanded as he looked at the camera, your heart sinking as you saw how upset he looked. 

"Come in." You mumbled throwing on a large oversized hoodie to cover anything he might see, even though you were barely showing. Minho had a keen eye for everything.

"Was there someone else?" He questioned as he stood in your apartment looking at you. 

"Did I not love you enough?" You looked at him sadly, 

"Minho...You loved me more than anything...There was no one else," You whispered taking the box from him and placing it onto the coffee table. Eyes glancing over everything inside before they landed back on him. 

"What's this?" He was staring over at your calendar, finger-pointing at one of the days that were circled.

"Nothing."

"Looks like something since you circled it five times," You swallowed a lump as he turned to look at you. 

"If it's not someone else you're hiding something. You always have that weird look on your face when you hide something," He mumbled at you. 

"Oh thanks, so now I look weird?" You questioned jokingly, forcing a laugh as he stared at you. 

"Now I know you're hiding something." He waited, leaning against the kitchen counter as he stared you down. 

"Okay! I'm pregnant!" Silence filled the apartment. All that could be heard was the water dripping into your kitchen sink.

"Mine...Right?" You nodded at him as he moved closer to you, 

"I knew it was something," He chuckled a little looking down at you and biting his lip.

"So why did you break up with me?" You looked back up at him, the last thing you had ever wanted to do was hurt him.

"I didn't want this to stop you from doing what you love,"

"And they won't...If anything having a baby will make me more motivated." There was so much to figure out before either of you let the news out but it was something you wanted. The two of you needed to be around one another and it was clear how much you loved each other.

CHANGBIN:

Breaking up had been a mistake and Changbin so desperately wanted to tell you that but he couldn't. You'd barely spoken a word to one another as you packed up your things from the dorms. Hoping you had gotten everything all at once so you wouldn't have to come back.

It had been a heat of the moment thing, Changbin was angry and just yelled that he wanted to end things. Nothing he said was meant to be taken seriously. 

He was inside of the bathroom packing everything up in there when something smashed onto the floor from inside your bag. Frowning he picked it up to see shards of ceramic smashed inside. Taking it out carefully he began placing it together to see a mug, 

"Number one dad" was written on the front making him frown as he looked into the bag again. A couple of positive pregnancy tests and a scan were sitting inside of the bag. All waiting for you to show to Changbin before the breakup and fight had happened. 

"Y/n?" You sniffled poking your head into the bathroom to see Changbin staring at you.

"You're pregnant?" His voice came out excited as he stared at you, your stomach sinking as you saw the evidence in his hands. You couldn't exactly lie to him. 

"Y/n!" He yelled out jumping up from the floor and engulfing you into a tight embrace, his arms never leaving your body as he rubbed your back. 

"I'm going to be a dad." He yelled out happily as you hugged him back, his arms moving from around your waist so he could cup your face in his hands. 

"We'll be parents," 

"We? You still...Want to be with me?" You didn't know if this was just because you were pregnant, the last thing you wanted was for him only to stay because you were pregnant.

"I never wanted to break up...I-I was just angry and we all do stupid things when we're angry." You looked at him, your heart swelling as you kisses him deeply.

HYUNJIN:

Being an idol meant that constant rumours were circulating about you but this one. It wasn't a rumour it was the truth. Luckily though it appeared that only people in your company seemed to know of the rumour so far unluckily for you though. The father of the baby worked in the same company and you were forced to see each other a lot frequently.

"Y/n, Hyunjin is coming," Sana whispered as she walked into the canteen beside you. Your stomach sinking as Hyunjin walked right towards you with an angry look on his face. 

"You're pregnant? That's who all of the rumours are about because I know it's not Momo since her and Heechul split up." You stared at him, wondering if he was happy you were pregnant and just upset you hadn't told him. The boy was almost unreadable when it came to things like this. 

"Say something," He begged, his voice cracking as he stared at you. The two of you had broken up last month because fans were getting close to finding out you were dating. 

"I didn't want you to stay if you didn't want to...I didn't want to just be an obligation for you to fulfil." You uttered doing your best not to cry in front of him. Ever since you'd gotten further along in the pregnancy you were crying more than usual.

"Obligation? Y/n...We broke up because of rumours." He breathed out, taking you to the side as he moved away from people who could be listening too closely. 

"We broke up because you don't love me," You mumbled pushing some food into your mouth making Hyunjin chuckle weakly, reaching up to hold your face in his hand. Running his thumb along your cheek as he shook his head at you. 

"We both know I love you to the moon and back. We had our reasons," You stared at him and swallowed the food that was in your mouth. All this time you just assumed that he no longer loved you anymore.

"I love you too," You whispered looking at him and taking his hand from your face to the bump that was hardly there. 

"We love you," You breathed out as he looked down to your stomach. When he'd heard everything at first he was angry, wondering why you had neglected to tell him anything about your pregnancy but as soon as he was with you all of that went out of his system. Waves of happiness and relief flooding him as he stood beside you, knowing that he and you were going to be fantastic parents. 

JISUNG:

Things with you and Jisung had ended on good terms, the two of you decide that you should end things. It was frowned upon for employees to date without in the building but if you had known you were pregnant...You never would have agreed to end things. You would have fought harder to make sure you and Jisung could have stayed together. 

"How's my favourite pregnant lady!?" A stylist screamed as she walked into the styling room. Your eyes widened as you stared over at her, Jisung in the same room as you. 

"Oh shit." She mumbled walking straight back out of the room without a second glance. Jisung's mind was still playing catch up as he stared over at you, blinking at you. 

"Sungie?" You asked shyly, getting up when he held his hand up for you to stop. The words were registering in his head but that didn't mean it had sunk into him yet.

"She meant you, right? Cause it's only me and you in here." He looked at you, tears in his eyes as you nodded your head.

"Pregnant?"

"Yes." You answered as he nodded over and over again. 

"Mine?"

"No, it's Father Christmas's," You mumbled sarcastically as he suddenly rushed to you. Looking deep into your eyes as he thought of words to say.

"Did you know when we broke up?" You shook your head at him, you could never do something like that to him. You had been planning to tell him everything, after your first scan. You wanted Jisung to know everything and to have an option to be in the child's life.

"I wanna come back," He suddenly said pulling you from your thoughts. 

"What?"

"I wanna come back...I want us to do this together, I don't care what the company thinks I love you and I will love our baby."  Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you nodded at him, kissing his lips softly. 

"I-I want that. I want you in our lives," You whispered, taking his hand in your own and smiling brightly Looking forward to the first day of the rest of your family life together.

FELIX:

You were the one that left Felix, deciding that being pregnant wasn't something that you were willing to put on him. You weren't going to be the one to ruin his reputation and image by being pregnant with his child. The boys were just starting to get bigger and you weren't ready to destroy that. 

"Y/n please." You stood on the other side of your apartment door listening to Felix beg for you to answer. He must have been out there for an hour already but you hadn't answered it. 

"I will come back every day until you speak to me," His voice cracked as he sat down in front of the door, leaning his head back against the wood. The moment he found out that you were pregnant he had done nothing but stand at your door and go home at night. Before that, though he had done everything he could to get you to go back to him. Sending you gifts, countless calls and voicemails being left to you. Begging you to at least speak this all out.

"I just want to talk." The pain in his voice made your heart sink as you slowly opened the door, looking at him as he stared up at you. The boy looked as though he hadn't slept right in weeks and it pained you knowing that you were the cause. 

"I left because I didn't want you to be involved in this...You don't have to ruin your life this way." Felix was up in a matter of seconds shaking his head at you, 

"This would not ruin my life...This would be the beginning of a happy family." He whispered to you, touch your stomach as you swallowed the lump in your throat. The breakup had been so sudden, the moment you'd seen tests and scans you ended things. Not giving him any reason, just that you couldn't do it anymore. 

"I'll do whatever it takes to make things right, I'll be around more often...I'll do what I can to make things easier for you." He explained as you shook your head at him, 

"Lix...I left because I was pregnant no other reason." You whispered to him, not wanting him to think you were never happy. Felix made you the happiest person in the world, you never wanted him to doubt that. 

"I will still do whatever it takes to prove that this is a good thing. That we will do great." There was no doubt in your mind that Felix was going to be a great father it was what it would do to him and the rest of the boys that you were worried about.

"Everything will be great." He said it with such determination you could do nothing but believe him.

And he was right. It had damaged anyone's reputation, if anything it had bought more attention to the boys. Showing how well one of them could work while being a father. 

SEUNGMIN: 

The only reason Seungmin had even known about the pregnancy was because of articles. You had woken up one morning to see the news of your pregnancy splashed over every media service there was. Everyone was covering the fact that Seungmin's ex-girlfriend was pregnant with his child and he had not known about it. The only people who had known about your pregnancy were you, the doctor and someone you had called a friend. 

"Aren't you Y/n Y/l/n?" A barista asked as you stood inside of a cafe, waiting for your hot drink so you could get in and get out as soon as possible. You were wearing a hat, mask and a hoodie hoping that no one would pay too close attention to you. 

"No," You lied looking at her as someone came and stood beside you, a man in a hoodie and hat. 

"Can we just have our drinks, we're busy today." A deep voice said as you looked up, your body kicking you inside as you saw Seungmin standing there in disguise. 

As soon as you were outside Seungmin pulled you into the safety of a car so you could speak privately about the matter. 

"So you're pregnant?"

"So, you're stalking me?" You questioned noticing that this car had been everywhere that you had that morning. Seungmin sighed as he stared at you, wondering why you would keep something like this from him when he had every right to know.

"I thought we were supposed to be friends after a breakup." He questioned as you stared out of the window, 

"I thought we were supposed to never see each other again," You quipped back, turning to face him. This was the only reason he had come back because you were pregnant and you knew that. 

"I don't want anything from you, I won't sue you or ask for help so don't worry." You grumbled pulling at the handle but the child lock appeared to be on. 

"I'm not worried. I want to be in the baby's life," You laughed a little which made Seungmin frown all the more. There was no reason why he wouldn't want to be a part of the child's life. 

"Do you not remember the part where you broke up with me?" How could he have forgotten, it was one of the worst things he'd ever had to do and all under the order of his boss.

"Y/n...I had to do that, you know what's in my contract," You stared at him in disbelief was he really going to blame this on his no dating rule. It wasn't as if the other boys weren't all dating other people.

"Seungmin don't bullshit,"

"I'm not. The managers found out I was dating and I was told to end things. I wasn't allowed to date but this..." He places his hand against your stomach, 

"This changes everything Y/n...This little one proves and means we can stay together," You stared at him, the feeling of his hand on your stomach making your heart do backflips. 

"You expect me to just come waltzing back to you after you broke up with me?" He looked at you sadly, not knowing how to explain it. 

"Because I will. I will just rush back into your arms." You whimpered as you pulled his hand back to your stomach, not wanting to lose him ever again.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin was rushing too fast through the hospital he thought his heart was going to leap from his chest. He'd gotten a call about you being there and even though you had broken up he had to see you. He had to make sure that you were okay since he was still your emergency contact.

"Get this thing out of me," He heard your voice whine from one of the rooms, he frowned walking inside to see you laying on the bed. Sweating heavily as a machine beside you measured something. You were in such a state that you had barely even noticed him in the room until he was right beside you. Holding your hand in his and squeezing it. 

"What...What are you doing here?" You looked at him, head was thrown back against the pillow. Far too tired to beg him to get out, it was past that now. 

"They called me...I'm your emergency contact," He looked down at you as you looked back up at him. Heart swelling at the sight of him. Jeongin's eyes looked just like the pleading emoji. 

"You could have told me...I know we broke up but you still-"

"I broke up with you because I was pregnant." You groaned, rubbing your free hand over your stomach trying to at least soothe the pain you were experiencing. God how you were regretting turning down the drugs they had offered you.

"I thought you'd be too young for this." You admitted as a doctor walked into the room, sitting at the bottom of your bed to check how dilated you were.

"Never...Can I stay?" You nodded at him, watching as he rushed to wash his hands and change into scrubs as requested by a nurse.

"He kind of looks like you," You laughed as Jeongin sat beside your bed, his baby boy cradled in his arms as you looked at them both. Realising now how much of a mistake it was to not tell him about the pregnancy, to not stay around while you had been pregnant.

"He has your nose though," Jeongin whispered as if he was scared to wake the sleeping boy. A smile crept onto your face as you looked up at Jeongin, biting down on your bottom lip. 

"I would have told you...I just-"

"I understand why you didn't...We are young but we can do this." The "We" surprised you. Was he still willing to help you raise a child despite you breaking things off?

"We?" He looked at you, 

"If you'll take me back...We can be a family, we're good together." There was no denying that you weren't good together. Jeongin was the man you pictured the rest of your life with, there was no one else you would ever want. 

"Yes...Yeah, we'll be good," You breathed out, a little relieved that you weren't going to raise a baby alone. While you knew you could do it, Jeongin deserved to know his son and your son deserved to know his father. 

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- ̗̀ we drive each other mad but honey that’s what makes us good in bed ̖́-

day twenty-nine overstimulation ft. oikawa tooru [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, post-timeskip, overstimulation, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it pls), light femdom, use of colours as codes for permission (green/red), p w feelings, aftercare!

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Whenever your friends talked to you about make-up, they always described it as emotional. Fights that ended up in tears and, while muttering soft apologies and love promises, kisses turned more and more feverish until they were tearing each other’s clothes off. It was sweet, they said, a celebration that love was more important than whatever they were fighting about.

Make-up sex with Oikawa wasn’t quite like that.

You wouldn’t be able to explain it even if you tried. Yelling that echoed in his bachelor apartment in San Juan, Argentina, was exactly what you expected the minute you caught him rolling his eyes at one of your snarky remarks. Pacing around the room as both of you pointed at each other, your voices raising by the minute. However, only one of you needed to take a step close for your lips to crash as you tugged on the other’s clothes hastily, letting them fall on the floor as you made your way to the bedroom. Or any flat surface, to be honest.

Tonight was no different. A flirty waitress ruined what you thought was going to be a peaceful dinner, and even if a part of you knew Oikawa wasn’t to blame, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him for the rest of the night. You weren’t quite sure what you expected him to do. Of course, you knew flipping her off wasn’t a choice now that he was a public figure, but you couldn’t keep yourself from hating the situation— and hating Oikawa as a consequence.

Maybe it was a jealousy thing. Or maybe it was yet another session of make-up sex. But the screams about being tired of girls fawning over him and Oikawa’s defence inevitably led you to the bedroom once again. He alleged you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him as you took off his shirt. ‘I didn’t even flirt back!’ he sneered as you pushed him on the bed.

“What do I have to do, huh?” he playfully whined, caressing your thighs. “If you’re jealous, then just say so, honey.”

You glared at him.

“I mean, I know you’re crazy about me but—”

“Tooru.” Oikawa looked up at you, a smug smile still on his face. “Shut up.”

Oikawa��s shit-eating grin didn’t last long. The moment you got rid of the rest of your clothes and you sank down on him, he was a goner. He moaned as you rode him, one hand grabbing the headboard to balance yourself. His fluffy brown hair was pointing in every direction, while his trembling hands did their best to hold your thighs.

It didn’t take long until he was shuddering, coming inside you with a loud whine, his fingertips digging on your flesh. You slowed down, smiling as you watched your boyfriend’s chest rise up and down as he tried his best to catch his breath.

“Shit, baby,” he panted, passing his hand through his hair. “If every time you get jealous you’re gonna—”

“I’m not done,” you replied, a smug smile on your face. You almost laughed at the way Oikawa’s eyes widened at your words. Your hips started moving slowly again, not stopping at the small whimpers leaving his lips.

“It’s— it’s sensitive I’m—” he hissed. “I literally just came.”

“Colour?”

You stopped as you watched intently your boyfriend debate his options for a couple of seconds.

“Green.”

It’s all you need to start moving your hips again. You pulled away from him almost all the way to sink yourself back down. It was easy to move as both of you were still drenched with Oikawa’s previous release. He threw his head back, one of his hands closing on the sheets and the other still on your thigh.

Your hands slide across his lean chest, feeling his muscles jump under your touch. He raises his head to lock eyes on you, brown eyes looking darker than ever as you drive him closer to his second orgasm.

“Fuck,” he whimpered. “Fuck— you’re— you’re gonna make me— too much, it’s too much.”

Leaning over his body, you ghost your lips over his, pulling away when he tries to kiss you. Your hips quickened their pace as he desperately tried to kiss you. You chuckled against his breath, making him grab your waist tightly as a last attempt to get you to kiss him.

Oikawa’s ragged breathing and high-pitched whines let you know he was close, so you cave. You let him crash his lips against you, and it was enough to send him over the edge for the second time. You swallowed his moans gladly, loving how his body shook underneath you.

He broke the kiss and he let his head fall on the mattress with a soft thud. His pretty pink lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath once more. His whole body felt on fire, burning from all the extreme sensations you were always so willing to introduce him to. Oikawa could feel his cum dripping from you, mixed with his previous release. At any time, he would have brought the two of you to take a shower, yet he didn’t believe his muscles were strong enough to deal with that now.

“You’re so pretty,” you sighed, resting your chin on his chest. He looked down at you, and you were staring at him with an enamoured gaze. “And you always take it so well.”

Your words filled his chest with pride.

“Well, of course,” he huffed, sliding his hands up and down your sides. “I can take whatever you give me, baby.”

“So you could take another one?”

His hands stop.

“What?”

“I’m sure you could come again. Especially if it’s for me, right?” you smiled. You brushed your nose against his cheek and then pressed a kiss on his jaw.

“I can’t— fuck, princess, you know I love you but—”

“Colour?” you asked, leaving small kisses across his neck. You noticed Oikawa swallowing before he answered.

“Green.”

You sucked a patch of skin on the base of his neck, leaving a pretty little mark.

“If you love me, you’ll take one more, right? You’d do it for me?” Your voice was sweet and candid, a sharp contrast to the way you were already rutting against him, his overstimulated cock feeling too much at the same time.

Oikawa was smart enough to know you were trying to prove something to yourself rather than him. And while in any other situation he would have endlessly teased you about it, his mind was begging him not to do anything that would disrupt this high of pleasure he was experimenting with. The bridge between pleasure and pain was nothing but a blurry line that he didn’t want to revise.

He could feel your heavy breath against his skin as you fucked yourself on his cock. He ran one of his hands across your back and he listened to you moaning at the tender contact. He bucked his hips up, trying and failing to meet your rhythm, yet he didn’t care anymore. Putting a hand over your head that was still buried on his neck, he moaned your name and threaded his fingers on your hair, pulling slightly.

The friction between your clit and his pelvis thanks to the new position was driving you closer and closer to your edge. Oikawa’s name left your lips as you moved your hips in a frenetic rhythm, feeling yourself getting drunk on his pretty little moans and the way his other arm was now circling your waist.

Against both your predictions, you were the first to come undone, and the feeling of your walls spasming around him made Oikawa follow you as well. After a moment, you carefully removed yourself from him and rolled down the bed, lying next to him. Your chest rose up and down as you tried to catch your breath, your entire body still tingling.

“Fucking little sex demon you are,” he huffed, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wasn’t too much, right?” you asked, turning your head until you met his brown eyes.

“I mean, yeah— but in a good way.”

You nodded and leaned forward to press a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“We should take a shower,” you commented, as you felt how sticky your thighs were. To your surprise, Oikawa chuckled.

“Yeah, don’t think I can do that right now.”

“Showering?”

“Standing up.”

You snorted, and you laughed mixed with Oikawa in the dim lighting of your bedroom. You sat up on the bed and sighed, stretching your neck to the side.

“Then let me grab something to clean us up.”

A hand closing on your wrist stopped you from getting off the bed. You turned to Oikawa, raising an eyebrow.

“You do know I love you, right?” His voice was soft, without any of his usual playful tone. “Only you,” he added, making you smile.

“I love you too, Tooru,” you replied, leaning down on the bed again.

You pressed your lips against his, a chaste kiss letting you feel the sweetness of his words on your tongue.

“Only you.”

[the-wayside]

i came across your blog today, and your vp metas are so on point. this one in particular (post/688766706507776000/vegas-breaks-when-pete-says-he-doesnt-even-have) had me nodding all the way. this is going to be a long ask, mostly because i have only discovered the show like a couple of weeks ago, and i have a lot of feelings, so i hope you don't mind my word vomit. i personally think everything that happened up to the safehouse can't be seen as love. i think even vegas recognize that when pete broke down, but he's selfish and most likely obsessed with this guy who is exactly his match, hence why he begged pete to stay. despite pete's growing feelings and all the things he has come to adore about vegas, getting out is vital to, as you said, his autonomy. even i as an audience did not (would not?) see the connection they had at the safehouse as love, mainly because vegas is a master manipulator and would lie to get what he wanted; there was a possibility that he said all he said prior to pete's escape to manipulate pete into staying to enact some nefarious plan or other. and pete i think needed assurance that vegas was honest, and he would not get that assurance as long as he remained a prisoner. it wasn't until the eating scene that I believed vegas, because he's alone, behind closed doors, he had no audience to manipulate... and yet his breakdown was so visceral and raw and painful to watch. it was probably then that he realized he was in love. gosh. i apologize for this ask. i hope it's somehow coherent and i didn't annoy you.

I love to hear anyone's thoughts about the show, so thank you for coming to me!

I think that Vegas knew from the moment that Pete gave himself over that there was a prospect of more. Vegas lives in a very violent world where his literal home is a battleground. There is no calm, there is no peace, there is no safety. Until Pete. Pete offers Vegas a slice of kindness and he latches onto it like he's the one chained up and starving...because he is. Pete nailed him when he basically said he was starved of affection. It's easy in that first rush and blush to believe that everything is beautiful and fanciful and more than it is (rose tinted glasses) and we see that with the food. He believed and hoped that Pete would come back or stay as he did before. But he also lets go in that moment, lets go of the idea of holding him, because that isn't real, returned love and he knows it. The easy answer would be to recapture Pete and force him to stay which he doesn't do. I think Vegas was always on a knife edge with falling in love because his reactions are twisted by the nature of his life and that's why it's that much more meaningful that he sits back and lets himself hear Pete once they're out of the room. Vegas falls in love like he tortures people, all in and all at once. So I think in his own way, Vegas does fall in love inside the room but the proof of his love is how he reacts outside of it.

I think Pete is the harder of the two to pinpoint because there are things he cannot love and cannot accept. Rightfully so. But that's why the scene at Hum Bar is so important. He's full of wounds, emotional, physical, some harking back to his own abuse by the hands of his own father (to live with an abuser you lose yourself to please them) and all of these things mean that Pete should never love Vegas but he cries because he does. Faced with him again, it shoves the reality back in his face. I don't think Pete confesses his love right away. Not even when Vegas is in the hospital. One evening when they're having dinner and it's calm and quiet, completely on his own terms, Pete will tell Vegas he loves him because he's sure of him and himself. I digress. I think what we sometimes gloss over is that Pete questions himself and why he liked it, which can mean the sex, but I think he's also talking about his feelings, the way he feels when Vegas is how he is and how he likes what they have together. Pete naturally makes allowances most people never would because his threshold for acceptable behavior has been skewed by his own father. The thing he cannot abide, cannot live with, is having his self taken away. To have his needs be unmet because they have both lived that way and he doesn't deserve it. No one deserves it. He doesn't exist to prop someone else up. So he needs to leave to protect himself. His needs. His wants. He could have easily stayed and "loved" Vegas in that place, but at what cost?

This is my long winded way of saying that they both felt varying degrees of something but the nature of the conception meant that it couldn't be real until it was tested. Until they could live and breathe as people outside of that moment and confirm proof of concept.

[emilysshortstories]

Paul Lahote Part 2

Don’t really know what to call this, but thanks for all the love on the last part. I’m gonna try and post weekly but I work a lot so no promises.

Warnings: Angst, lots of it. cussing, hints towards abuse.

After a few weeks went by things seemed to work themselves out between Jacob and Bella. I would drive out to Emily’s about once a week, Paul conveniently never being there. Which I was actually kinda glad about, although I felt eager to be around him, Jared told me about his anger issues so I think it’s better for me to steer clear of him until this eagerness goes away. Anger issues scare me. 

Jared and I have gotten close through these visits, always laughing at each other's sarcastic jokes and ending the night with an episode of New Girl. That was usually the time when everyone else bailed but I didn’t care, it gave Jared and I some hilarious inside jokes. No matter how close we got, our feelings for each other never grew past platonic, though I would rarely catch Sam giving Jared a look. It was never all knowing “when are you going to ask her out?” look, more of a “back off” look. But that could just be me reading into it too much, there is nothing. I am thinking too much. I’m just happy I finally made a friend of my own. 

One day when I arrived at Emily’s for dinner, there was a new face in the crowd. “Y/N! You’re here!” said Emily as I walked in. “Hey! This is for you. It’s a cake for later” I said, handing her the grocery bag in my hands. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. This is Seth, Harry’s son.” Emily pointed to the unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Charlie Swan’s niece.” I introduced myself, but Seth just kind of stared at me, never saying a word. Jared’s laughing was what broke the silence. “What are you laughing at dick nose?” I asked, hoping not to embarrass Seth. “Nothing, just your ability to woo people” 

“Very funny, I don’t woo anyone, you’re imagining things. How Emily puts up with you is beyond me.”

“IT’S NOT WITHOUT GREAT DIFFICULTY” Emily yelled from the kitchen before walking towards us. “Paul isn’t going to show up again?” she added.

“Nope” Embry said “ Too stubborn for his own good, the dumbass”

“Hey, if he doesn’t want to meet me that’s fine. It’s none of my business.” I say, hoping to ease Emily’s thoughts, seeming it always bothers her when he doesn’t show up. 

We all seemed to move past it and dinner was great, as usual. “Hey, instead of New Girl do you want to take a walk? I’ll show you the hiking trails around here.” Jared asked me.

“Sounds great” I said with a smile.

“Can I join you guys?” Seth asks like a small child which made me have to suppress a giggle. Poor boy had been staring at me all night like a lost puppy, he was cute no doubt, but being 5 years younger than me was a deal breaker. 

“No, Jared has something important to explain to her. Remember?” Sam said like he was Seth’s father. He seemed to always be incharge of everything around these guys so that didn’t surprise me. I definitely wouldn’t call them a cult, but club would be a better term, seeming as a hierarchy was apparent. 

“Seth likes you” Jared said as soon as we walked out of the house. “Wow! Way to out your friend there! Remind me to never trust you with a secret. Plus you don’t know that for certain, he just met me.” I said and Jared laughed, but didn’t say anything back. No until we were pretty deep into the woods did I ask “So what is this thing Sam said you needed to show me?” 

“Well I wanted to try and explain it to you but I have a feeling you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Your sarcasm levels are like no other to be fair, so show me.”

“Ok” he said and stopped walking. “Just brace yourself and try not to panic. I promise I won’t hurt you ok?”

“Ok” I say, trying to do what he said.

I watched. Watched him take off his shoes. Watched him back up a few feet. Watched him start to shake. Just like Paul did that day Bella slapped him. Then I watched him turn into a wolf. I was stuck. Didn’t say or do anything. I couldn’t. Just continued to watch as this wolf trotted back into the woods. My brain was blank. No thoughts, words or actions came to mind. Everyone knows the fight or flight trauma responses, but not a lot of people talk about the third: freeze. 

Jared came back, this time a human. “You okay?”. I took a deep breath and said “I’m in need of explanation please” I remembered that he wasn’t going to hurt me. 

He explained the histories, Vampires, and why he spends most of his time with the “pack”. I listened, tried to take it all in and process the copious amounts of new information, but apparently I was too quiet for Jared. “Please say something” 

“I’m alright, surprised to say the least and will need some time to process everything. But I’m not mad I promise. Thank you for telling me everything.”

“Well, that actually is not all. We just figured it would be best to wait until you’re ok with this first.” 

“There is more? Please just tell me the rest, trust me, I process better with all the information.”

“Okay, well. We can hear each other's thoughts, we are 108 degrees, and we can imprint.”

“That’s why you never wear shirts… What’s imprinting?” 

“The best way I can describe it is soulmates. When we make eye contact with them, our whole world becomes this person and we will be and do anything for them. When we are apart it’s hell, getting rejected by an imprint can really fuck you up. Make you sick. No one has ever died from being seperated from an imprint but you might as well be.”

“That sounds intense. What does that have to do with me?” 

“Paul imprinted on you. And it scared him. Still does scare him because love was never something that he wanted. That’s why he won’t see you, he isn’t mad at you. He’s in love with you and his stubbornness is eating him alive. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to listen to his obsessive thoughts all the time.” 

“Hold on. Paul is my soulmate but he doesn't want me?”

“No, he wants you. He needs you, but he’s scared. We thought if we told you, you could convince-”

“You want me to try and convince my soulmate that he should be with me?... Fuck that. You dump all this crap on me and then tell me my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me?!”

As if on cue, Paul came out of the woods “What did you do to her Jared? You hurt her?!”

“How do you know I’m in pain?”

“We feel our imprints' pain too” Jared added. 

“Oh! Perfect! So you can feel what you are doing to me asshole!” I couldn’t help but yell at Paul, I was overwhelmed to say the least. I’d never been so angry in my whole life. 

“What?”

“Jared didn’t hurt me, You did! What? You thought that I would be all sweet and understanding?! Awe my own fucking soulmate doesn’t want me-”

“No it’s no like that-”

“What is it? Am I not as pretty as you thought I would be? Well I can guarantee that you were not what I had in mind either you prick! In fact you are the last person I ever wanted. Oh great! Another egotistical asshole with anger issues to make me feel like shit all the time! Let me just take off my shoes so you can sweep me off my feet properly! I’m happy you got some practice keeping your distance from me. Now keep doing it! And don’t you dare think, even for a second, that you have any sort of claim over me. I’m out of here!”

Frustrated tears flowed down my face like a waterfall while my heart felt like it had died in my stomach and air was coming into my lungs but not my head. 

“Please don’t go. I had no idea you would feel this way. I can’t be separated from you anymore, I’ll go insane-”

“GOOD! Now fuck off!” I got into my car and slammed my door before Paul ran up to me window “Ok ok you can leave, just please let me drive you home. You shouldn’t be driving like this, and it’s dark. I promise I won’t say a word. Let Jared drive you! Anything.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” My own stubbornness got the best of me and I drove away. Only this time I was dumb enough to look in the mirror to see Paul sobbing.

[dreaminginvelaris]

A Response to a Feyre Anti

I made a post recently explaining the dread of having to watch Feyre be abused by her sisters and father, in the Tv adaption. And a Feyre anti made a response, to something that should not be criticized at all considering what I said was just the truth? Feyre was abused. Not only that but they went on and completely twisted the narrative to fit their own ideas and in the process made Feyre out to be cruel and Nesta a saint. complete bull.

I will not be tagging the anti bc they have me blocked (shocker), but also I do not want anyone to go after them, if you come across the post, I don't want it to be through me. it's as much respect I can give to them.

I usually do not respond to those who have something to say with a post of mine or are blatantly talking about me on their blog, unless they're just spreading absolute lies about me or what i "said", it's usually a waste of time to do so. but this post attacked Feyre with outrageous lies and a complete backward interpretation of what actually happened in acotar, so as respectful as I can be, I will be analyzing the anti-response and what truly happened in acotar.

"the audience will only see two sisters fighting-not abuse" "it’s not Nesta you need to worry about. It’s audiences calling Feyre a big dumbass and a bitch" -from anti

if the audience has basic human compassion and empathy for humans IRL or fictional, they will see what's obvious from the start. Feyres abuse. how is it going to look, when they see Feyre walking through the woods, shaking from the cold, starving from hunger, and struggling to find food for her family? only to later see Nesta's treatment of Feyre?"

in the anti's post, they said Feyre was just as "heinous" to Nesta.

is Feyre the one calling Nesta a pig? a smelly pig? ordering her to take her clothes off?

no, it's not, it's dear Nesta. the text goes as "I took my time, swallowing the words I wanted to bark at her" oh yes... how cruel of Feyre. how heinous of Feyre to...stay quiet... at the verbal abuse.

in the same image we see Feyre ask Nesta to do something (kindly might I add) and then inquire why she didn't chop wood like she needs to.

what does Nesta do? acts like a brat and insults Feyre...once again.

considering I'm going off by the story and not the actual screenplay, and assuming they stay true to the story; will the audience not be disgusted by Nesta's behavior? I mean they just saw Feyre struggle to find food and they expect Feyre to go home to a family happy and appreciative of Feyre but instead, they get this familial abuse.

the anti said Feyre basically tells Nesta this:

"If you keep bitching at everyone like this no one will want to be around you or you can’t marry this guy because you’re a waste of space to me"

but what do we see?

"Believe me... the day you want to marry someone worthy, I'll march up to his house and hand you over. But you're not going to marry Tomas."

the word worthy, did that not catch your eye? Feyre said Nesta will have to marry someone worthy, someone, who will treat Nesta kindly and give her the life Feyre thinks her sisters deserve. bc Feyre does think that IDK why anti feyres think Feyre despised Nesta so much, Feyre loved her sisters.

what the anti fails to realize here is that Nesta marrying Tomas would have been actually pretty great for Feyre. in the sense that, Feyre would no longer carry the burden of her sister. Feyre would not have to worry about feeding one more mouth. or worrying about Nesta's constant stealing of Feyre's money. Feyre does not think Nesta is a "waste of space" to her, if she did, it would have been easy for Feyre to discard Nesta, and allow her to marry Tomas. the anti has that twisted.

but that is not even the worst part of the scene. did you see the shameless slut-shaming that came out of Nesta's mouth? how will the audience take to that? do you think most of the younger generation will take it lightly to see a sister slut-shame a sister? a woman putting down another woman? in this social climate? where the feminism movement is alive and flourishing. will they be okay with it? will they still blame Feyre and be mad at her the way the anti says they will be? I hope not otherwise I'm losing faith in humanity.

Lovely words Nesta spews at Feyre. I admit Feyre should have told her then and there that Tomas is abusive. but let's think: Feyre is 19 years old, the youngest, has never had any raising by a parental figure, has been neglected by her whole family, where would Feyre learn to calmly talk to an overgrown brat like Nesta? Feyre telling Nesta who Tomas truly is the duty of a parent, not a sister. I will not condemn Feyre for not knowing that was the perfect time to tell Nesta who Tomas is. especially when Feyre is being tormented and verbally/emotionally abused, its kinda hard to think about something else while you're being told all these horrible words. to us its easy to see where Feyre went wrong but unless you're in the exact position Feyre was in. no one has any room to talk. and even then, every person is different in situations like these.

this part was me analyzing the interactions between Feyre and Nesta since anti had reasons to believe Feyre was just as bad to Nesta and that the audience would see that and hate Feyre. I am now going to respond to the second part of the Feyre Anti's response.

"How will an audience of non-fans react to her not reaching out to her family to tell them she was okay after the reconciliation between her and Nesta? Or not inviting them to the wedding?"- from anti

moving onto acomaf now.

Idk maybe the audience will see Feyre, a depressed, lonely, individual in an abusive relationship while being manipulated by other individuals she called friends, and understand and empathize with her. all throughout the beginning and half of acomaf, Feyre is in critical depression. she wholeheartedly believes she should not be alive. that she is not worthy. she doesn't eat, all she does is sleep, self-care is not important to her or others so why would letting a family know she's okay, a family who BARELY ever cared about her, be a priority? it doesn't seem like Nesta or elain or her father was really fazed by Feyre's lack of communication. her father left on a trip, elain got engaged and Nesta, well we didn't see a tearful welcoming to Feyre on Nesta's part did we?

anti, where is the outcry of her "family" not even really caring if Feyre was safe or not, of what happened to her? it's not like they thought she had died, otherwise, where was the mourning or funeral? no, they just didn't care.

see this is where I know when anti is just full of bullshit. why, WHY, would Feyre invite her family to wedding full of fae? the creatures elain and Nesta fear and hate? for all the talk many anti's spew about Feyre being inconsiderate to Nesta, to her family, you would think Feyre maybe just knows a fae wedding would be the last thing they would want? even then, does Feyre owe them an invitation to her wedding? does she owe them an update on her life? nope. Feyre owed them nothing.

"How about her shit-talking Nesta to a bunch of strangers then having the audacity to ask her to get involved in a war. Oh! This is after she comes into her house and insults their hospitality." - from anti

I hardly think Feyre confiding in individuals who she learned to care about and laying out all the trauma Feyre endured with her family is "shit-talking" but for argument's sake, let's say it is. I still don't see what's wrong? after years of pent-up anger and hurt, would you not let go of everything you withheld inside and explain what was done to you? how you felt? Feyre telling the IC her life story, which contains Nesta's abuse and her family's neglect, was a form of therapy for Feyre. I never read a line where Feyre calls Nesta a "cold-hearted bitch" or called elain "a lazy ditz" she just said the truth. no added embellishments. Cassian was the one who shit-talked Nesta during the dinner scene, never Feyre.

I still don't understand why antis are so against Feyre asking her sisters for help? like the war didn't involve them? they're humans, and you know what the war was about? Hybern wanting to take control of the human lands like they once did and turn them into slaves. those humans included Nesta and elain.

"They could have left the continent" correct, except elain was engaged and refused to leave Grayson. which meant Nesta refused to leave elain. but even so, isn't it the duty of humans to band together and work to overthrow a race of people who want to torture and keep them as slaves? the queens certainly weren't doing their jobs. Feyre asked to use "their" house to meet the queens bc where else would they do it? the queens trust the fae less than Nesta or elain did. but even so, Feyre asking to use their house was a courtesy, that house is rightfully Feyre's. she is the one who sacrificed herself to leave with Tamlin. she did it bravely, courageously, and they got that house thanks to her. they owed Feyre everything. and the only one who acknowledged that was Elain.

that war involved elain and Nesta whether they or Feyre or the anti's liked it or not. not even considering that Nesta and elain are Feyre Archerons sisters, yeah, their family name alone puts a target on their back.

How did Feyre or the court insult Elain's and Nesta's hospitality? You mean when Feyre realized human food differed from fae food? something she did not know about bc she's barely been turned to fae and only had eaten fae dishes? Feyre's grimace towards the human food was an involuntary reaction to someone who is still learning their new body. or was it when Cassian called out Nesta for her cold treatment towards Feyre? if that's the case then fuck decency, I would call out a fake bitch in my presence from minute one. you cant call what Nesta did "hospitality" when all she did was insult Feyre when she didn't even care that Feyre had died, or lost her love bc of abuse, or that her body was changed against her will.

hospitality: the friendly and generous reception and entertainment of guests, visitors, or strangers.

did y'all read something different bc this for sure was nothing Nesta gave to her guests?

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the rest of the anti post moves towards Rhysand and his actions UTM which I won't go into because I'm mainly just addressing the false interpretations this anti had to say about Feyre and her family.

I'm not sure how to sign off now lol, but I guess just that I hope this was enough to show how this anti's arguments were completely ludicrous and have absolutely no compassion for Feyre, and instead all the compassion for Feyre's abusers. This anti had a real spin on what the actual story was, and I hope the evidence I provided was enough to show that. Anyways yeah my brain is fried, and I'm done arguing with Feyre anti's for a while now, I need to go praise my queen Feyre so I can receive some semblance of peace.

anyways, stan Feyre for clear skin xx

[makahimetenshi]

Follow me inside the wastelands - Chapter 4 -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

This one will be a long fic with a lot of chapters, I already write the concepts. Since I don’t play as Nora in Fallout 4 because Nate for me is the real protagonist the personalities and ideas are pretty fanbased from another fanfics I read

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and coments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive coments of wanting to know what happends next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

 Ok ok this cannot be improvised and he had the information to perform well.

The fan, the comics, or the pasterys…

Fixing the fan would be a nice gesture to improve her life quality inside the Prydwen but if she really goes there to chill and not stay in her quarters because is too hot inside if he solve the main problem she wouldn’t have a reason to came out and expend the time together…

For now, it was an evil he was willing to do, for a better future.

There are some comics in the Prydwen scribe office…she surely read them all and besides that he cant lie that much to impress a chick, comics weren’t his thing, is not like it was going to make him look any good stalk her readings and try to talk about it, that would fail for sure.

So…about the pastery…yeah it seemed apropiate, both can eat from it…if he came with a hot box of pastery in the open sky night she wouldn’t say no.

Cool, he can manage this chance.

Chance of what? Of getting closer and that’s all? Why he wanted to be close to her? He surely feeled attracted for something more than her body…

A lot of womans with results appeared to praise him with gifts in the name of the brotherhood and this is the first time he feeled like falling for one.

They have a small turbulent pass together…about Danse…before getting too into her it was smart to make intelligence search, she had a lot of friendships in the Prydwen, that he knows about her. It was going to be easy to found information about her…personality around some other Brotherhood members, no professional.

He sighted, what can be the best scenario? A kiss would be too soon but there was clearly attraction he was no fool, from both sides and it was apparently well received despite the…speed of developing…

What with a kiss anyway? Gosh he feeled small, age never matter to him until now he wants with a woman at least 10 years older, this must be easy for her and he was overthinking a lot…

It wasn’t just desire, she wasn’t just hot and that’s all he desired more.

But it was too soon and his thoughts were all tangled.

Maxson see at lunch Dogmeat walking around being petted by everysoldier that cross his way, is the dog was there she was there too good because the sentinel fucking disappear a lot.

After dinner, a box of warm pastery full glase donuts arrived on his quarters, and he almost took the box with desesperation and went off, walking fast, I mean, walking…but a bit more faster than usual for him.

At opening the door of the frontdeck she was there, sitting on the plataform, a couple of Nuka Cola Quamtums next gave her a light blue glow on her nice curves over the leather brotherhood suit

-You know even as a radioactive generation I always feared that ones…?

-You know what I fear? Diabetes from drinking this

-That’s bad because I have a direct shoot of sugar…-he said going down and opening the box in front of her, the lady went all exited and let a small scream of joy, Arthur smiled at seeing her happy.

-I can turn in a ghoul just fine with all of this…-Arthur raised an eyebrow stranged-I once meet a guy that turned himself into a ghoul after taking too much drugs

He gave no importance, and see her take an atomic orange donut and bite it, a sparkle appeared in her eyes at savouring the almost imitation of sugar orange, it was like being in home again after so long.

The elder sit next and grab a power pistacho donut –I think we are going to need water to not cluy us

-Don’t worry, im fully prepared –she said giving a smack to a bag next to her leg while still eating, Arthur looked at her and notice something odd.

-Changed your hair again I see

-Just styled it, to camouflage and not being the same old fella from yesterday

-You take a lot of precautions

-Im the only sentinel on this chapter and the one that destroyed the institute, I try to stay as much undercover I can

That make sense but still.

-Well you use makeup, I almost never meet womens using make up and I know a lot of rich people

-Rich by wastelands standars

-Right…-sometimes she sounded as despitefull of the lives on the wastelands as he expressed from…other civilians and lifeforms asides from the brotherhood of steel members, in someway they were pretty alike

-Makeup that isn’t dangerous to the skin is pretty difficult to adquiere, I tried a lot and ended up with an alergie testing on but it’s a 200 years old quimical product so I cant expect less, its just luck, I have just 3 shades of lip colours and of course is not a classic bar, is a lip pencil.

-Thing is it makes you recognizable no matter how much you change your hair, is you face is undercover you are done

-I cant control almost anything on how things happends on the wasterlands, let me control this only aspect in my life –she said at picking up a classic glazed donut and eating it

Is true.

In the wastelands theres not much things you can make choices, mostly you are obligued

Obligued to have short hair to not be in the way.

Obligued to not move in the night

Obligued to not use you best clothes because they can ruin so fast…

The only ones that didn’t care were the raiders at all.

Arthur take a breath,  feeling the warm breeze of the summer hitting lightly his face

-Speaking of which you have a very thick beard –well that was a way to call his attention surely daring and weird

-Whats wrong with my beard?

-Nothing exactly, I just said is very thick and black, must take a lot to grow up like that

-I do style and mantein it…you like mens with beard? –he saw her from the corner of the eye smile ashamed and surprised for the question, good, that was a reaction Arthur liked seeing on her

-It don’t know, men my days didn’t have long beards like yours –mmm was that an invitation? Arthur bited his donut- I had something I wanted to talk with you but I had to make a meeting and the waiting list was long, if you don’t mind hearing me about work at this hours…

Oh no…a favour…

He didn’t want her to be the kind of person that pretends to be close just to ask for favors but he was willing to give her a chance.

-Tell me –he said already bored.

-This is not easy to explain –she said with a face full of shame-I have…this big big big ally of drugs –Arthur raised an eyebrow looking at her pretty surprised, a box full of surprises besides drugs- its not like I do…

-In the Brotherhood we don’t encourage the consumption but we do not let a brother down if they need help

-Nononono is not like that, I don’t do…

-Really theres no shame on it, go with Knight Cade he is an expert in addictions

-You don’t get it I don’t consume for pleasure or recreation

-Its alright we all deal with our demons differently, like I said im never going to recommend it but also…

-Jeez is not me who has a problem with drugs!

-Well you are the one saying that has a big ally, are you clean?

-Not totally…

-Then go with the knight and then dispose...

-I scavenged a lot of drugs and now I have a big ally that I not going to consume and I don’t want to give the Minutemen okay? –now he looked at her seriously- like a full deposit

-That’s a lot of drugs

-I don’t know if sell them for caps and use the founds or just dispose them, people are better without that junk and I see it but the money will be also good…

What a dilemma.

-Don’t try to fight the drugs in the wastelands, thousands of mini labs of chems are working even at this hours, its useless

She smiled sadly.

-I don’t want my Minutemens with poor medical services getting that crap of me.

-Of course

-But If I sell them im putting it again in the peoples hand with a price.

-You can also give it to the Brotherhood, drugs can be processed to become med, like med-x or steampacks

-Some ingredients of daytripper if they are separated and extracted must be usefull to create med-x right?

-Exactly, mustly opiums

-I see, it’s a good option, im glad I was able to ask you this professionaly because it was turning into a problem, I preffer more medicines around the peoples hands than just crap to burn their brains

Arthur smiled, she was intelligent and caring too.

Both went to pick another donut.

-So you are not clean?

-You need something before getting in a supermutant basement sometimes…but no, mostly buffouts…they are dugs for work…-she tried to say with a shy smile.

-A soldier doesn’t nee that crap to keep moving forward –her smile turned down for a second and then he realized why.

Danse said that.

-So, scavaging?

-Yes, sir -shit he ruined the mood, a hand asked for the Nuka Cola Quantum and he tried to open it with the theeth, Nora almost had a heart attack at seeing that- nooooooo what are you doing!? –she said taking out the bottle off his hands and using a corner of the plataform to open the cap, Maxson looked and sluddenly had a fear of heights shit she was with the hand and the bottle out the ship like nothing…-you cant put in risk your theets now! Theres no orthodontic anymore!

-Actually…

-I see you brutes taking a tooth out with a screwdriver, so, theres no more orthodontic, period –she gave back the bottle and the elder admired the quick thinking…

What the hell quick thinking process she came here since a long time of course this was a trick

-Thank you –Nora nooded her head

She was nice and carefull as a mother.

Well, she was a mother before.

He drank the bottle and then look around feeling again a shiver on his back because of the heights.

-Im gonna ask to put a web in his plataform –Nora looked at him intrigued –safety protocols

-Im perfectly fine now, and if there wasn’t any before I don’t see why the bother

-If the elder is going to expend time here better start using security measures…

-Oh so does the elder likes the place so much that he want accommodations? –she smirked at him and Arthur use it as an invitation, he wont hesitate, he knew what he wanted and he will persued it.

-The elder likes to be here, he would wish for more times like this –Nora had a small shy smile after hearing that, but she went back to the sides of the railing and put her arms out, in the air, back meeting the void, Arthur almost had a heartattack on panic and went desesperatly to grab her by the anckles, pulling her a bit closer and out of danger.

-I don’t know I feel pretty comfortable like this…

-Jeez don’t do that! –that’s it she fucking knew he was kinda scared of heights of this type and was playing with it, she laughted a bit and the elders hands went a bit up as vengeance, he can be naughty and playfull too.

Her cheeks went all red at feeling his hands down her knees and looked at them. He had big fingers, with small nails and veins too marked even with the gloves on. She breathed out, like a something she needed to do at seeing that scenario.

-I wasn’t going to fall…-her voice came out low and her eyes were still caught were his hands were.

-I got the feeling…-he said low too, afraid to break the mood, he didn’t know how to continue now they were so close but then she did something that surprised him a lot. Nora raised her legs and open them, still being sit on the plataform, now with Arthur hands holding her legs a bit up he was obligued to see her in the eyes, otherway his sight would be focused on her crotch and that would be akward.

When their gazes meet the elder feeled like she was going to eat him but only because her presence was so strong and dominant right now…she had him where she wanted, his breath stopped for a minute as her arms went closer, using them as a support to raise her torso and went forward, Arthur also straight his back and sit better still with his hands over her legs.

-I wish to see you tomorrow here –she said firmly, not breaking the eye contact

-Alright –he said unsure of how to continue.

-Put the web if it makes you more confortable to stay around –okokok a clear invitation, she then move a bit back her legs and at getting what she was trying to do Arthur took his hands down looking at her, the woman stand up and take the unopen bottle and blueberry blast donut.

She looked big, and tall and strong and so damn massive from bellow,  Maxson felt like wanting to be crushed.

-Sure –damn he was replying like a godamn puppy, doing as her commands, she smiled and walked at him slowly, his eyes recording every feminine movement until a hand posed onto his cheek, surprising him, a warm hand, his cold skin wanted to melt into that touch but his eyes went up her lips.

-See you tomorrow elder –she said with a smile before walking out, for a moment Arthur was so ready to stand up and stop her, but she runned to the door and quickly closed it.

He went up and touch his cheek, still feeling the warm and the sticky sugar of them eating donuts…

She didn’t gave him time for anything, if he hadn’t run like that he was so sure of pulling her hand and grab her cheeks for a kiss.

Okay okay okay clear as water…

Damn he may visit a stylist too for his beard…

The next day he made some…questions and followings to see what sentinel Nora was up to, althought he cant really get into her business he knew what members of the brotherhood knew better the rules and boundaries than others so he make sure to ask the ones that he knew wont protest or snicht

The sentinel took some soldiers and a paladin in a ventibird with a lot of crateboxes. They wont have news until 4 hours later a ventibird full of crateboxes returned with the paladin in. Spying wasn’t obviously a good actitude from his or any brotherhood side but the reality was that the mission that the sentinel was doing was pretty…covered…his spy will give him information of how they were carefully touching the subject of the arriving of more than 40 crate boxes full of chems, better not spread that information around all the soldiers when just the chemistry and medical team needed to be up, it was just that this info didn’t need to spread further.

Well done sentinel, Arthur was impressed.

Again, she was very smart, not expecting less from the woman that find a way to get inside the institute and destroyed it.

Three more sentinels arrived in the Boston Airport until she came down, after almost 120 boxes…she came down.

Organizing, classifying, and separating that different chems in different crates was a long task she made the effort to make with so little help to be cautious about how the data will spread…

Obviously the soldiers around the airport were curious about the parade of boxes going from the ventibird to the deposits and from the deposits empty to the ventibird but they wouldn’t mind much, weren’t their business and wasn’t an intelligent idea to sneak their noses neither.

A few rumours then and there but…Nora even took the precaution to use the boxes for the ammunition, wonderfull job.

She will be tired for tonight after so much work, so he preffered to make a little sacrifice, she deserved it.

When Nora arrived to her quarters after a long session of talking to selected people and paperwork, she found a new fan over her desk with a little note and a little box too.

“No need to come to the frontdeck today for a bit of fresh tonight, you deserve it soldier, still I wish to see you tomorrow”

It wasn’t signed, and she didn’t exactly recognize the handwriting but…she knew who wrote it.

Nora bited her lips and break the note just for safety reasons altought she wanted to keep it…then went to investigate the little box, inside there was a classic sweetroll inside…now instead of biting she licked her lips and laughted a bit.

Well for tonight she can take the time…think In something to retrieve this favor tomorrow.

Maybe not a gift but a…surprise…

Maxson knew that the sentinel was all the day off the Prydwen and the airport.

At night, he was ready for his usual date, this time he wouldn’t bring any desserts after all he didn’t want her to like him only for his sweetness, joke intended, and he gave her one yesterday…also the kitchen was going to start suspecting things and he preffer his love life away from other brothers…

When he made into the frontdeck…his eyes instinctively went to the light blue moving fabric at the platform tip waving into the warm breeze of the summer. His eyes adjusted at the surprise and his cheeks went all red when she turned to see him with a bright smile.

My gosh it was like one of that old fashioned American pre war fantasys.

-I know I know what you are going to tell me that inside the Prydwen I have to wear the clothes that the brotherhood gave us for uniform purposes but…-she kicked a small bag on the floor looking down –I change here just for this…

Arthur tried to process slowly what she said in order to dissimulate how stupid he was looking at her, she looked stunning –here? At the outsides? You are going to catch a cold…-Oh my the legs he touched the other day were now exposed, not much where he place his hands but…seeing the skin that he touch before was breathtaking…

-Its okay –she said picking up a bit of the skirt of the laundered blue dress- does it looks good? I don’t often wear them…

To keep on the manners he didn’t want to say to say how beautifull she looked but…now she was asking, it wouldn’t be rude to not answer.

He swallowed a bit of saliva and started walking to her, slowly.

-It looks amazing, how do you have one of this? –she smiled and step back, leaning against the bar, Arthur panicked a bit and making a really really big effort also leaned against the bar, but putting an arm behind her back, despite his own fears it reassured him securing her just a bit, just her.

His cheeks blushed again at seeing the view of her back and his arm so close…

He wanted to hug her waist.

-I went back to my old home and pick it, I had dresses still sealed that I didn’t have the chance to wear since when the bombs fall it was autum and it was getting cold already…and I did a lot of off season shopping back then

-Glad it survived the raiders and 200 years of people passing by

-Survived like no other things actually  -she hummed and raise a bit the skirt, allowing the man to see better her legs, she was clearly doing it on purpose but okokok he would be the one taking the first step- the shoes indeed were scavenged, managed to find my size

Does she have no hair? But it was dark and their only light was the moonlight so he could be wrong…

Besides being a pre-war American wife, she really looked like one now…Arthur looked at her red lips and curvy black hair.

His family all life told him about progress and how life should be, how it was before the bombs and how they wished to turn in and…Arthur knew he wanted this to be part of his life.

-You did an great job yesterday

-Oh so you know about it

-Im the elder, I should know everything…and there was a lot of boxes to go unnoticed either, I have to sign a petition to move mechanical storage elsewhere because we needed the space at the airport so…

-So I caused some issues

-Not at all –he said and then caught her looking at him, something hit his chest, he liked to have her eyes on him-what?

-You changed your beard –shitshitshit she noticed and he just do some little little cutouts to have it more…polished

-Just some details…you said that men before the war didn’t use beards?

-It wasn’t with the fashion at the time, they do other things tho, like…jelly their hairs…-she looked at him with a playfull smile and he looked away, after all he did jelly his hair to have that style-despite the war society was wealthy, we still have the money when the bombs dropped, America have money… -he can see how she really missed her old life-I wonder how other parts of the country look like.

-I been…in some other regions…-he caught her attention- im here at the commonwealth because I was assigned but my family is from somewherelse, and I lived all my life in other city

-And how it is there?

-It depends on the place, the commonwealth has…a lot of forest and green but…some other places have more roads and buildings…operating traffic lights, you can even see moving cars, but is rare, its hard to make one work and have the gas to mantein it

Nora eyes had stars, she didn’t expect that.

-I read on some terminals…asked some scribes either but they all have thought lifes so they weren’t good references…

-Well is not common to have a good life for most of the people, that’s for sure, even I as a kid was all thinn with almost no hair eating bread as my only meal

-I can only imagine –Arthur felt an opportunity there and take it again.

-Mmm whys that?

-Turning from a malnourished slim little kid into what  you are today…its hard to imagine

-And what im today? –he smiled at seeing her caught, cornered, all flustered by her own words, he see her bite her lips but then took a moment and smile, looking him in the eyes.

-A fine good looking man…elder…-the response made him smile, relaxed, he had more freedom now…he went in front of her and looked down, neither of them breaking the eye contact but still he wanted something more of her body…one of his arms went back and place a light hand over her waist, while the other cupped her cheek and moved a finger slowly…caressing it…she stayed there and it gave him the courage to also correspond.

-You look beautiful tonight…sentinel…-when he see her close the eyes, Maxson leaned down to kiss her on the lips, a chap and slow kiss, barely pressing one to another…but as her warm breathing and arms moving up his back Arthur pressed firmly on her waist and take the chance to move her away from the rail, a few steps back only, using the movement to start moving his lips against her as she corresponded.

My gosh he was kissing a pre-war American wife, this could not be more perfect.

And the soft and wet her lips were against his were making his head spin like crazy, he was lost in the sensation, yes, he craved for this.

His eyes open in the middle and see her, so close, completely relaxed, hands moving on his back doing circles or squeezing his jacket in some moments they do it good…

He had a warm sensation all over his body, it wasn’t a rush, but a nice feeling over a satisfactory good work of mutual courtship were both were comfortable with the other…

It didn’t last long, she separated to breath, not without beating his lip and make a beautiful sound of pleasure that make the elders body shiver. Her hands moved to his shoulders and started playing with the fingers, around his shoulders and neck, slowly, her eyes were fixiated on his neck and beard…

-I think you should head out –he looked at her stranged, but then her hands went to catch his hands, the one on the waist and the one on her cheek, grabbing them slowly and firm, moving her fingertips slowly on them-I want to go back to my quarters and I need to change, cant go back inside the Prydwen dressing like this…

Arthur had a very very courageus idea but…he felt like it could work, he took out his jacket and give it to her who had such a peculiar and stranged face

-Doesn’t have any sense for you to change, use it and bring it tomorrow to my office

-No way, how im supposed to return this without being too obvious? Also I don’t have a scheduled meeting –Arthur laughted, and picked up her face, placing a small kiss on her nose, he saw her smile at the gesture and he was glad to not being rushing, that it was well received

-I believe you can be pretty… stealthy…to not being caught using it…that way you will be using the uniform without having to change your clothes right? I sure you will manage to go undercover…besides you didn’t give me your proper report after yesterday work…so im sure I can move a few meetings between 9-11am breakfast time to…hear the sentinels report…-he see the woman nail the jacket in her grip and smile looking to other side

-Alright –she laughted and put on the jacket, Arthur looked at her, a pre-war American life with his jacket on…my my what a dream, the woman pick up her bag and then place a hand on his chest, leaning to kiss him on the lips, they both enjoyed before she separated and went to the door-see you for breakfast elder…

-Call me Arthur from now on

She giggled before closing the door –at least when we are alone

  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14242575/4/Follow-me-inside-the-wastelands

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Mon 14 June ‘21

Louis Tomlinson Cooks is here!! Yeah it’s 100% for sure as delightful to watch Louis make himself a sandwich as you might have hoped, but how was his cooking? Well I’ll let Louis rate himself-- “I’m not gonna lie not that appetizing is it, I mean look at it,” he says when it comes time to taste his creation, plus, “chopping peeling slicing not great to be fair- everything else I’m all right” (he’s… not wrong, even aside from the peeler issues has this man ever held a knife??) but- “it probably tastes nice though as I said it’s not about presentation for me… [munches cutely]... it’s actually pretty banging, that’s actually quite nice!” Success! Maybe it’s cause he knows the secret to faking good cooking- “as you can see I don’t have a lot of cooking ability so the more butter the better,” I mean the experts can tell you, that’s advanced stuff right there! #Louis-aChild! Substituting mustard and ketchup for coleslaw is a bit of a bold move, but in a belated attempt to convince the kiddos to eat some healthy veg even though he won’t he does bravely try the cucumber strips despite being “not really a man for cucumber” and makes a pained attempt to be positive- “bit of crunch.” Oh and speaking of crunch I’m relieved to have learned that the waffle is NOT a waffle, it’s a crispy waffle shaped bit of potato; a much more reasonable fish sandwich addition than the American version of a potato waffle! Full Time Meals polled to see what people think of Louis cooking; the two choices are “it was amazing” and “the best,” THEY GET IT. My kind of Louis poll! Helen Seamons rated him a “10/10 for effort and entertainment”, Masterchef acknowledged Louis as one of their own, and Marcus Rashford keeps it simple- “my guy” with a lil heart. YEAH, SAME.

Harry showed up in Italy, where he was papped in Venice being driven around (with PA Luis) on a boat (as you do, in Venice). He’s in a cool embroidered Bode shirt and shades and fancy hair, looking good. He’s seen carrying his suitcase, taking photos, and resting his head on his arms looking like a model. One might think, since we just saw the My Policeman cast and crew on set celebrating the wrap of the shoot, that they were done filming and Harry was off to do something different, but nope, he’s there to film! The book has key scenes in Venice that folks had been wondering about the filming of, and David Dawson is also being boated around Venice for the paps, so, it seems that was just for the wrap of the *UK* filming, which makes sense I guess since it would mostly be different crew I imagine, and perhaps some of the main cast are done as well.

Liam’s NFT sale is happening tomorrow! If you’re confused and want more info, I’M NOT GONNA HELP THAT MUCH… uh but I mean you can check out Liam’s youtube video explaining though I would guess that won’t help much (even Liam thinks so; “there’s probably websites that explain a lot better than me” he admits). There is a roundup now posted of what’s on offer for the buyers of the NFTs but I’m gonna be really honest with you, I’m more confused now than I was before. It’s clear that there are only SIX LONELY BUG NFTs right? They for sure said that I believe. But the packages for each different piece (token bundles) seem to me like they’re available to multiple buyers? Like maybe you don’t get the NFT but multiple top bidders on each get the extras? Like they can’t be selling multiple copies of the NFT... can they?! Isn’t the WHOLE POINT that only one person gets to own it? I DON’T FUCKING KNOW I AM SORRY. What I think I understand to be true: the six NFT buyers get to go to “a once-in-a-lifetime immersive dining experience at Resorts World Las Vegas” (this is the dinner with Liam and “a selection of crypto leaders from around the world” which takes place on display inside a giant glass box) and also “a bespoke commemorative presentation box containing the world’s leading holographic display... with audio... and a custom made Lonely Bug commemorative coin,” and “a unique QR code directing the owner to a special ‘Director’s Cut’ edit of the short digital film ‘Making Of Lonely Bug Collection’ which features unreleased footage from the day of the drop showing the creators' reactions when the winning bids came in” (I mean YEAH I would think it’s unreleased it literally hasn’t happened?) But then there are really a lot of other extras including tickets with Meet & Greet access to any Liam Payne headline show around the world, admission to pool and cinema parties in Vegas with Liam, signed art, non-Liam extras (I will literally bid to NOT have 20 minute phone calls with those crypto entrepreneurs PLEASE… but that’s just me), and access to an online party hosted by Liam; I really get the impression many of these, especially the last one, are just crypto tokens that are for sale that aren’t linked to the main Lonely Bug NFTs and many more than 6 people can buy them but a lot of the extras I’m not clear on which it is. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll understand better WE WILL SEE.

Liam also dropped by the discord last night to say some hellos (after a “long long day”) and that he “bought a piece of NFT art of myself tonight I’m going to give it as a prize Monday night so someone can own a piece of art that was owned by me” (an even less tangible bragging point than simply owning an NFT wow that’s an achievement) and the most important update- “I want a French Bulldog”! Oh and he said “that’s like one I did myself” in his fanart channel to a pic of a tiny crocheted illustration of Louis and Harry holding up a rainbow flag. Didya Liam?? (...Liam is crocheting??) Anyway I recognize who it’s supposed to be because it’s based on a familiar piece of fanart, but Liam definitely might NOT realize it’s meant to be someone specific, and tbh I’m more <eyeballs> at him saying that at the rainbow flag crocheted thing than at it being shippy.

Our Song acoustic version is out this Friday!! And Niall talked about NH3 some in an interview today; “I’m in the studio most days, it feels really good. I’m kinda in the latter stages of it and then I’ll go get a band together and go in and record the whole thing. I’ve just kind of been writing for the past 9 or 10 months and really enjoying it” and “It sounds like a complete album. God knows when it’s coming out because I’d like to be able to get around the world to see all the fans as well” and “It’s different. It sounds a lot more grown up. I’m 27 so it’s about time. I really wanted to kinda cement a sound. The singles I’ve released previously have all been kinda different sounds. I would like to have my ballad sound & like a cemented uptempo sound.” He and Anne Marie also talked about one of the other songs they wrote together saying, “It’s kind of like a, how do you describe it- guitar driven meets Tom Petty meets Katy Perry meets…” but say “We haven’t really decided if we are putting it out yet, the conversations are kinda happening... but it’s completely different (from Our Song).”