#we'll hold a crying session together

[ghost-of-you]

I’ll cry with you because they never go to the smaller Canadian towns and only ever go to toronto 😭

I really relate to Canadian in this point, cuz like a lot of people say "oh at least people go to Brazil" but they make one show in São Paulo (maybe one in Rio de Janeiro if we're lucky) and call it a day and we're the 5th largest country in the planet? One show is not enough? And it's a 9 hour drive for me to get to São Paulo so it's a whole event trying to go to a show and i feel like it's like that with Canada too, because Canada is what? 2th largest country? And sure, there's shows, but it's one show in Toronto and Vancouver if you're lucky? And there's no way in hell everyone that wants to see them can make it to these two places. Honestly makes me want to cry.

[gdjyho]

PILLOWTALK

synopsis ; a late night , much needed, hot fück session. pure smut.

pairing ; jungkook x f!reader

warnings ; s€xual content, slapping [face and ass], crying, big d!ck jk, choking, unprotected, mentions of smoking, not really proofread, lemme know if there’s any more.

i love to hold close, tonight and always…

his doe eyes pierce right through yours, stare feeling as if it’s entering your soul. your mouth lays slightly ajar. your lips and tongue get drier by what feel is like the second. jungkook’s slender fingers snake around your battered neck and your head rests against the head board slightly leant back.

he grins ever so slightly before soaking your lips with his own spit. before you get a chance to react, his lips are smashed on yours and moving in all sorts of directions. your chests stick together and your rise up to claw at each others’ sweat clad necks. “ you’re always so good f’me” he whispers out.

jungkook roughly grips your shoulders, easily flipping your on top without breaking the intimate eye contact shared between the two of you. you feel the oxygen seep back into your lungs like a sponge from the release of your neck. in the silence of the room, he enters you with no words. his cock mauls your gummy walls as he navigates your sweet spot.

So we'll piss off the neighbors…

you fail to let out any words at the pleasure your receiving. in doing so, your whimper and moan along with a whole other string of sounds. you begin to move up and down on jungkook’s abdomen as the biting pain of his length subsides. you let out even more pornographic moans which make a melody with the sound of your crotches meeting and tearing away.

you lean down to kiss his mole under his soaked bottom lip. he kisses your forehead and praises you simultaneously. your eyes clasp shut as your brain digs up from the ecstasy jungkook gives you. it’s indescribable how deeply far in you are for the man under your body.

“you’re fucking me so good!” you tell him. the smell of the room, all stuffy drives jungkook insane. he begins to attack your neck and your back forms a snake shape and your hips move round. his dick stuffs your to the brim, forming a visible lump in your tummy. he chuckles, prodding the hill he’s made. your toes curl as you feel your climax.

you fight it, wanting him to fill you up first. his face scrunches up into and unreadable expression. he’s gonna fill me up you think. you chuckle slightly, finally getting the sweet release you’ve needed from him. you grip his sleeve of tattoos tightly, as your tight hole reaches max capacity.

in the place that feels the tears..

your eyes well up like swimming pools as his cum slides around inside of you. you grind your hips harder on him insatiably. you throw your head back and groan as he does. you emotionally give yourself up to him, submitting yourself to jungkook and become completely vunerable.

“ahhhhh princess look at you milking me” he sort of slurs out, being drunk on pleasure and your mixed juices. he slowly and dreadfully pulls out and places you on your side of the bed. he gets up and strides along to your en suite. your smile as you get the perfect view of his god-sent ass.

after some cluttering is heard and cupboards close, he walks out and reaches for his black calvin klein briefs. he slips back next to you, creating a dip in the bed. he toys at your bangs, swirling and twisting what’s not dampened by sweat. “oh baby. if only you knew how cute you were”

he grabs his phone from the low nightstand and steals a picture of you and fucked out and cheesing at the camera while trying to grab his phone from him. “jungkook !” you laugh out, while he pins your hands back down. he laughs at his ability to easily control and power over you.

yeah, reckless behavior

he pecks you before getting up and lighting stray cigarette from the nightstand and placing it in between his lips. jungkook has to flick the lighter a few times before managing to make a spark. he inhales before blowing out a pillar of fog into the room. you pinch it out from between his lips and place the dampened stick between your lips.

it swirls around in your lungs for a short amount of time before you let the air loose. he opens the window, letting the various smells exit the room. you get up and move closer to him. you step infront of jungkook and he sneaks his hands around your waist. his lips meet your neck softly and withdraw along with a sloppy trail. you sigh in satisfaction.

it’s our paradise and it's our war zone.

- quickly crafted this one. 😶

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: Dave loses his patience with you when studying and then feels super bad.

Prompt: friends to lovers - "oh shit, are you crying?"

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

Dave Lizewski is smart, if not sometimes a little airheaded, but he is your friend and friends make the best partners.

Or at least that's what you thought.

"Are you listening, Y/n?" Dave asks, clearly annoyed as you both sit on his bed, making some kind of art and crafts poster for your U.S history class. You've been zoning out because it's late and you haven't gotten much sleep with all the exams you've had coming up. 

You nod, humming as you reach for the glue. 

Dave is becoming more and more agitated. Clearly, something is bothering him. You want to ask him what it is but when he sees you begin to glue the cut-out map onto the poster, he completely freaks out. 

"Woah, not there, Y/n! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why do you always mess everything up?" 

Always? What does he mean by that? You stare at him, wide-eyed. 

Dave just rolls his eyes and snatches the glue from your hands. "Don't look at me like that," he hisses and his sharp tone is too much for you this late.

Tears start to brim in your eyes and you look away from him, wiping them with the sleeve of his sweater—the one he'd let you borrow when starting this study session because you were cold. 

Dave turns and catches your movement, his throat going dry. "Oh shit, are you crying?"

"What do you think, asshole," you snap and continue to hide your face from him.

Dave feels like he's been slapped as his previous words ring in his ears. He instantly feels like the worst person in the world as he scrambles to you, the poster forgotten.

He discards his glasses on the bedside table and rubs his eyes to wake them up a little. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispers, using the pet name to hopefully calm you down as his hands find your cheeks and he wipes away your tears. "I'm so sorry." 

You huff and try and look away from him, your lip wobbling.

Dave keeps your head still and leans his forehead on yours. "I didn't mean it, of course, I didn't mean it. You don't always mess up—I'm a douche and I'm just so tired and stressed—"

"I'm also tired and stressed," you say, your voice shaking.

Dave's heart sinks as he hears the quiver in your voice. He'd been so wrapped up in his own frustration that he hadn't even considered how much pressure you were under too and how tired you had become. 

Shit, he'd really just taken his stress out on the one person who least deserved it.

"I know, I know," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with immense guilt. "I'm an idiot for snapping at you."

You stay quiet, wanting to agree but also not wanting to make him feel worse. You let him hold you as he strokes your hair. "We'll figure this out together, kay?" he continues, "We'll get through these exams and this stupid project. You and me, like always."

You look up at him and although your eyes are still red and puffy, there is understanding in them. You know he's also stressed.

"Let's just take a break," Dave offers, glancing down at the half-finished poster. "We can finish this in the morning when we're not so tired. Do you wanna stay over tonight?"

You nod slowly, and the tension in the room begins to lift. Dave wraps an arm around you, pulling you in closer as you both settle back against the pillows on his bed.

The stupid project could wait—right now, what matters most to him is you.

Dave presses a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm really sorry, Y/n," he whispers again.

"I know," you answer, your voice still a bit shaky but softer now. You want to be angry with him, but your heart won't allow it and you're too tired to care. His body feels warm and you've never felt more comfortable in your life. 

"Just, don't be a jerk again, okay?”

Dave tightens his arm around you, letting out a relieved breath. "Promise."

tags: @earth-elemental18, @lqrlei, @princesssunderworld

[sachurrogojo]

Waking Up Next To Overwatch Characters / Morning Sex

(Reader x Various | 18+ | Part 1)

Characters included:

Lifeweaver

Widowmaker

Cassidy

Tracer

Hanzo

Mercy

Category/Genre/Theme:

Fluff, confort, NSFW

Warnings:

Sexual content (18+)

Wordcount:

- N/A -

Authors Note:

David don't you dare fucking read this I swear to god!!!

Lifeweaver

- Very cuddly

- Likes to hold you close while the morning rays stream across the bed, warming you both.

- Is either up early to watch the sunrise with you, or lays in until the early afternoon with you. No in-between.

- Would rather make breakfast with you than for you.

- Plays with your hair while you lay together.

- Would softly and slowly kiss your neck, just below your ear and ask if you were in 'the mood'. (He loves morning sex)

- Would slowly fuck you from behind.

- Would gently huff against your ear, letting you hear all the noises he was making.

- "You take me so well~ Ahh~ I fit so perfectly inside you. Like we were meant to be~ ".

- "I can't bring myself to mark that pretty neck of yours. I guess I'll just leave my mark inside you instead~".

- Would then insist that you two shower together to clean up after cuddling for a minimum of half an hour after.

Widowmaker

- Sleeps in later when she can.

- Only wakes up for you.

- She enjoys when you pull her close and kiss her cheek.

- Has breakfast ordered for the both of you and its always gourmet.

- You'd both have breakfast then take a shower together.

- She's amazing with her hands.

- Would have you pressed against the glass door of the shower while she makes you whimper.

- "That's it. Don't hold back. Let me hear you~".

- "Look at the mess you've made, all over my fingers... I should have you lick it up~".

- Once you're done, she would help you wash your hair and whisper sweet, loving words to you.

Cassidy

- You both sleep in whenever you can.

- Cole likes to wake you up by peppering the side of your face with kisses.

- Gets morning wood and is ready to go from the second he wakes up.

- Has too much energy for just having woke up.

- Hold you by the hips while he rails you as if it's his reason to wake up every morning.

- Likes to get hot, sweaty and messy.

- "Look how well you're taking me, Princess~"

- "Look me in the eyes while I make you cum~"

- He'd spend his post nut bliss drawing small circles on your back, showing you with loving praise and gushes about how much he loves you.

- Would then insist to make you both breakfast while you recover from your morning together.

Tracer

- She is definitely an early bird.

- Likes to watch the sun rise with you when she can.

- She cuddles with you before placing a sweet kiss to your cheek and going out for a morning jog.

- Brings breakfast or coffee home from her jog if you don't feel like making breakfast.

- She'll come home and insist that you join her in the shower where you'll initially decline just to tease her.

- Once you're both under the hot cascading water, you use your expert tongue to make her cry out your name over and over as she tugs at your hair.

- "I can't cum again~ I- Ahh~"

- "Let me repay the favour, Love~ We'll move this to the bedroom and I'll make you see stars~"

- After, the two of you lay in bed and she massages your back while kissing over your shoulders.

- She will then take a shower without you otherwise you'll both just repeat the process.

Hanzo

- He is incredibly grumpy in the morning.

- You often place soft kisses to his cheek and neck to wake him up, to which he grumbles and reluctantly opens his eyes.

- Will playfully scold you for waking him before gently kissing your lips.

- This usually turns into a makeout session, which then most of the time leads to sex.

- Hanzo is slow but passionate.

- Will litter your neck with bite marks and bruises while holding you in positions you didn't think you could be in.

- "Your moans turn me on so much~ Fuck~".

- "You're so needy for my cock, you're practically sucking me in~".

- Goes to clean himself up while you recover.

- You'll then have breakfast together as if he wasn't just buried in your guts an hour ago.

Mercy

- Actually wakes up at a sensible time. Not too early and not too late.

- wakes you up with a kiss... which turns into a makeout session... which usually ends up with her slow fucking you.

- She's not very vocal during sex.

- All that can be heard are soft moans that tumble from her lips and the panting of her breath.

- Once you're both done, she'll make you both a cup of coffee.

- The two of you then cuddle in bed for a while.

- She will then say she has work to complete and protest that she has to get up, but will stay in bed with you for another hour.

- Finally you settle on a bath together. To start your day and get you both out of the bath.

- While you both lay in the bath, she'll draw gentle circles on your skin.

- "I'm so lucky to have you in my life".

[lunamochii]

sachiro.hirugami x f!reader

cw; make out session,

"Oh c'mon! We already paid plus we'll go by groups!"

You refuse to let go on grabbing a tight hold on the railings of your school while your friends are doing the best they can, to get you off

"I rather jump down than go inside!"

It's your school's festival and your annoying friends manage to trick you on accompanying them to the second floor, where the class activities are happening. Your class decided to do a photobooth for the activity, not that much people are visiting so your class was place at the third floor.

The class that chose to do activities that got a lot of people visiting were place on second floor. For examples, cafe theme, horror booth and many more.

"You guys know I'm bad at any horror related!"

"We'll go hand in hand!"

"Nah-uh! You guys also said that last year but I was left inside."

Well, it was more likely of you running away from them since you got so scared that you let go of their hand.

"Hey guys! We all can hear you downstairs, what's up?"

"Umi-kun!"

Your friends let go of you and you sigh in relief and fixes your uniform.

"Honeybunch!"

You mentally gag and glared at your boyfriend, Sachiro, he knows how much you hate being called that but he loves to see your annoyed face.

"Oh hello sugarplum."

You smirk seeing his twisted look, if he knows what to tease you. You also know how to tease him back, two can play that game.

"Hirugami-san can you please, please, please drag your beautiful girlfriend inside the horror booth? We don't wanna waste our money y'know!"

"Hmmm horror booth huh.."

Sachiro looks at your way and you gulp seeing that nasty smirk he has on his face, before you can even run away he already have a tight grip on your hands and drag you. Hell, you can't even get yourself free from him.

"You can pay right after you get out!"

You heard the student who's assign on the entrance then you saw your friends laughing along with Korai and Gao, you wish they'll slip on to something once they are inside.

The inside is reaaaaally cold if you must say plus it's pitch black on the entrance, there's a faint light of red, green and blue. Plus, the eerie sounds they are playing. You found yourself sticking to your boyfriend's body like a leech.

"It's okay baby, I'm here."

If he said that in a normal setting where his just reading one of your mangas on your room then maybe, maybe you'll be feeling butterflies from your stomach.

"Walk faster, Hiro!"

"I am? Relax, I-"

You froze when you felt something cold touch your feet, you slowly look down and your eyes met with a bloodshot eyes and a gaping mouth of a 'ghost'

"AAAAAAHAUWOOWSNSHSUSBS!"

You scream and push him away as you ran off. Sachiro was left there standing dumbfounded, he look down and saw what scared his girlfriend and smiled. He even crouch down and pat them on the head before running after you. He couldn't care less to the people who pops out from the sides.

When he got out, he paid for his own fee and tried to look for you but you are no way in sight. Soon after Korai, Gao and together with your friends came out looking all spook out but they are only laughing.

"Guys! Did you see her inside?" Sachiro ask

"No? I thought you guys were together?"

Korai said and Sachiro felt nervous as much he wants to tease you, the thought of you crying alone makes him feel bad.

"Can I go back in? My girlfriend hasn't come out yet."

The shopkeeper nodded but just when he was about to enter, he bump into someone. Sachiro was about to say sorry when the person he bump into hug him.

"Don't leave me..."

It was you. His girlfriend, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Kissing the crown of your head, he can feel the trembling of your body and he just hugs you tighter.

"Hey hey it's okay.."

He guided you on the side and wipe your cheeks with your tears, you pouted and cried more making Sachiro chuckle and kiss on the cheeks.

"Bubs u okay? We're sorry..."

Your friends approach you and you just nodded. When you ran off, you were fast to find the exit but someone appeared making you turn to your right and you ended up getting lost. It was like a maze inside.

"Is fine.. but don't you ever, EVER drag me there again."

You huff and cross your arms, your friends chuckles and promise they won't do it again.

"Guys we'll go on a date. See ya!"

Sachiro held your hand and drag you away from the group, he didn't even let you say your goodbyes to them.

"Hey! This is your second time dragging me away."

"Sorry"

He didn't look back at you but his hand squeeze yours and you just let him be, you found yourself standing inside a empty room. You were about to ask him what is going on, he hug you, tight.

"Can I kiss you? I'm dying to kiss you."

"What? You drag me all the way here for that?"

He pulled away but his hands are still on your waist, his light brown eyes staring right at you.

"F-Fine.. I mean, okay. You can ki- mmff!"

Your back being press against the wall while his hands travels up and down, his tongue licking at your lips begging for an entrance. The moment you part your lips, he lets out a moan that made your legs wobble.

Normally, Sachiro doesn't act this way, his usually on his tame side everyday. You just don't know on why he is aggressive today.

"Sorry.. it's just you were so cute when you were crying.."

He said when he pulled away for a bit and before you can even answer him, his kissing you again. Your moans and his mixes together, your fingers tangling on his hair, pressing your body towards him.

"Wait- fuck.."

He pulled away and finally, you got a chance to breathe. He went to the nearest table and sat on it, his legs spread out. He held his hand towards you which you gladly took and now you're trap between his legs and resume your make-out session.

Sachiro admitted later that maybe, maybe not he got turn on seeing you on that vulnerable state and how cute you were crying. You told him that you'd rather hide when you cry than to face his less tame side.

••••••••••

bonus part.☆

"Wanna go in?"

You immediately shook your head and tried to drag away your husband, away from the horror booth you guys stumbled upon inside the mall

"Sugarplum please! You wouldn't want your honeybunch to suffer right?"

His brow twitches on the choice of endearment you use, you swear to god that you saw how his lips form into a nasty smirk. Intertwining his fingers to yours, he successfully drag you inside the booth.

Needless to say, you got fuck dumb by him later at night. Is what you get for pissing him off by using those cringey words and crying when you guys got out from the booth.

[mixtape--oh]

Just in case – Lee Know

Minho x high school friend turned girlfriend Iris, circa September 2024

Even after years of being together, Iris was still not used to being taken care of. And even after years of being together, Minho was always ready and prepared, just in case.

This is for all my fellow girls with the eldest daughter syndrome out there; because we need a reminder from time to time that it is, in fact, okay, to let ourselves be taken care of every once in a while.

Minho only saw the text around half an hour later, during the short break in between practice sessions. He thought he'd never clicked on the call button so quickly in his life. 

Iris answered on the second ring. "Hey. Didn't expect you to read the text this fast." 

"We have this thing called breaks," Minho told her. Then he noticed the faint sound of traffic from her end. "Are you driving to Pohang? Alone?" 

"Yes and yes. How else was I supposed to go there?" 

"I don't know, maybe take the perfectly fine train? You know, with significantly less travel time and you can just sit back and relax while it gets you there?" 

"Then I'll have to ask someone to come pick me up at the station." 

"So be it? Hell, I'll order you a car from here myself." 

Iris sighed. Minho hated himself for immediately knowing where this was going. "You know I don't like depending on people." 

"Even on me?" 

"I'm still working on it. Besides," Iris added before Minho could interrupt, "having one more car around helps the logistics to transport people around. Not all of my relatives have one, and I have quite a handful of aunts and uncles and cousins." 

Minho found himself fighting to keep the frustration out of his tone. "Iris, that is not your responsibility." 

This was far from his first rodeo of reasoning with Iris' chronic eldest daughter syndrome. Throughout the four years of their relationship he had to convince her numerous times that not everything was her responsibility, that it was okay to let other people take care of her from time to time. She already started loosening up with Minho by letting him do small things for her: making her light bites, buying her things she needed, driving her around whenever he had the time. But when it comes to her family, especially the extended family from her mother's side – who all always saw and treated Iris the eldest grandchild as an adult, even before she legally became one, due to her responsible nature – it seemed like everything Minho had tried just disappeared and they were back to square one. She's back to the eldest grandchild who just had to take care of everyone, even those older than her. 

Through the phone, he heard her hissed through her teeth. "It still feels like it. I know you've been trying to help me with this, I'm sorry." 

Didn't want to revisit the recurring issue over a phone call, let alone at a time like this, Minho suppressed his sigh. "I'll just have to try harder from now on then. How are you feeling?" 

There's a beat of pause. "I don't know, but on the top of my head? I want to get there as soon as possible because I'm afraid it's gonna be messy. This uncle, his wife is one emotional aunty and their children are still, like, pre-school age and basically a baby. I fear she might cause a disruption for her children in her grief." 

Minho had to hold his tongue from shooting her another "that's not your responsibility". Instead he asked, "How about your mother? How is she taking it?" 

"She was crying when she called me," Iris sighed. "But knowing her, I think she's gonna spend the entire drive there crying her eyes out, just so that she can put up a front and be composed once she's there." 

Like mother, like daughter, Minho couldn't help but think. But he didn't let that one out loud. "She's not driving, though, right?" 

"No, the entire gang are coming down from Gimpo. Think my dad and brother take turns for the wheel." 

At that time, Jeongin's head poked out of the practice room's door. "Hyung, we'll start again in a minute." 

"Okay, I'll be right there." 

"You have to go?" Iris asked. 

"Yeah." Minho didn't like the thought of Iris spending the three-plus hours' drive all alone. He knew perfectly well that she could take care of herself, but it didn't make him feel any better about it. Right now there's nothing he could do about it, though, so he just had to bear it and settled with, "Please drive carefully, okay?" 

"As if I'm not one of the best drivers you've ever known," she said in a teasing tone, but Minho knew she understood his underlying sentiment nonetheless. 

"You know I'm one call away. Just in case." 

"I do know that." 

"And please try to remember that not everything that is happening over there, however messy, is your responsibility," Minho said slowly, hoping to increase the impact of the important message. "Take care of yourself too, you hear me?" 

Iris didn't answer right away. 

"Iris?" 

"Alright," she finally muttered in a soft tone. "Thanks, kitten." 

It's been hours since Iris last reacted to his message, but still Minho hadn't heard anything else from her since. 

Frowning, Minho put his phone down to the kitchen counter and put his focus back to the pudding he was nursing. He knew she would be busy with things and wouldn't have time to be on her phone, but still Minho wasn't able to go to bed peacefully without hearing from her. He hadn't heard of how "messy" things were over there, and he wanted to be here to provide what emotional support he could give her when she finally had time to update him. Hence the decision to get out of bed altogether and wait for her with this vanilla pudding he really liked. 

"You looked like the pudding did something to offend you." 

Minho looked up and saw Jisung walking into their shared kitchen, still in his outside clothes – as if he just got home. "What were you doing out until this hour?" 

Yawning, Jisung dumped himself on the chair across Minho. "Working on a couple songs with the hyungs at Changbin and Hyunjin's." 

"Poor Hyunjin. Even his new place is still disturbed by shirtless dudes eating chicken breasts." 

Jisung laughed at the old reference. "Nah, he's had enough of us and decided to have a sleepover with Jeongin at his and Chris hyung's place. Now, what are you doing still up until this hour? Surely not to pick a fight with your pudding?" 

Minho sighed. "I'm waiting for Iris." 

"What, is the noona coming here? At this hour?" 

As Minho filled him in with the necessary details, Jisung helped himself to Minho's abandoned pudding. "You know, even after all these years, it still feels a little weird seeing you being a softy like this," he admitted after swallowing the last spoonful of pudding. "I mean, you never stayed up this late to give me emotional support." 

Minho snorted. "That's because I know you'll ask yourself, even wake me up in the middle of the night if you have to. Iris, on the other hand, would never ask, so I just need to be prepared and offer it to her. Just in case." 

"Fair point," Jisung chuckled. "But still, that's so sweet of you. It's a foreign look on you, but it's a good one." 

Before Minho could rebut, his phone on the kitchen counter pinged, its screen flashing a new message with Iris' picture on it. Noticing it too, Jisung stood up, bringing the now-empty pudding cup with him. "I guess that's my cue to leave you alone. Night, hyung." 

Took ten second of silence before Minho's phone lit up again, this time announcing a call from Iris. He thumbed the green button immediately. "Hi there." 

"Are you really staying up just to wait for me?" she blurted. 

"Yeah, just in case." 

"Why are you always sweet to me?" 

"Someone has to," Minho said firmly. "Because you're not being sweet to yourself, especially around your extended family over there. How's it going, by the way?" 

There was a few seconds of pause. "Can we not go over that now?" she asked quietly. "I don't think I can tell you about it without going through a full-force, mindless rant, and I can't afford that right now. Need to stay level-headed for the funeral tomorrow." 

Oh dear, Minho thought. So it was that level of messy. "Of course. What do you need?" 

"You really don't have to do anything, you know," Iris muttered. 

"I know, but just in case. So, ideas to make you feel better. Go." 

Another pause, then: "Can you... just, talk? Tell me about your day, or anything really. I'll listen." 

It was an rare dynamic between them. Iris was usually the talker among the two, and Minho had always been more than glad to listen to anything she was talking about, from her experience of buying groceries to her thoughts about the new health policy. For her to ask him to talk was very rare, and it always happened on the worst of her days, the kind that drained her towards zero – and for Iris, who possessed seemingly limitless energy most of the time, it took a lot to drain her. 

Truth be told, Minho had had an exhausting day himself, and talking definitely sat on the bottom of things he wanted to do at the moment. But he wanted to provide some sort of support for Iris any way he could, and if to do so he had to talk his mouth off, then talking it is. 

Even though he wasn't as good of a storyteller as Iris and had to put in the effort to think of interesting bits to share with her – something that always seemed to come so naturally for her. 

Iris seemed to notice this eventually. "I'm sorry," she said when she finished laughing at Minho's story about the mishap he had with Changbin in the practice room earlier. "You're exhausted, and I'm making you yap." 

"Did it work though? Make you feel better?" 

"It does," she said, in a small but pleasant voice. "Makes me feel a lot better. Thanks a lot for that." 

Minho smiled, filled with the sense of pride he always felt knowing he made her feel better. It was as if every thought he'd ever had about being exhausted faded away to nothingness. "When are you coming back?" 

She let out a sigh, but it sounded more of content, as if the mere idea of going home was pleasant enough for her. "Tomorrow. No matter what happens, I will be on my merry way in the afternoon. I'm setting boundaries on taking care of people here, kitten, aren't you proud of me?" 

"That's great! Glad what I've been doing for the past few years left some dent in there." 

"That, and Mom made me promise to be scarce by 3 p.m. the latest. She said I've done enough." 

"Hear hear," Minho said firmly. "You should go have some sleep then. You need some if you're going to be driving tomorrow." 

Before Iris could answer, Minho heard a faint sound of a baby crying on her end. She sighed; not contentedly this time, rather as if she was bracing herself. "That's my cousin." 

Minho could hardly believe her. "Iris Park, are you freaking babysitting right now?" 

"It's the youngest of my late uncle, Minho. Her mother is currently too distracted to care for her." 

Minho knew he should be holding back, shouldn't risk breaching the sensitive topic at this hour with the two of them being exhausted, but he couldn't help himself. "Iris, my flower, that is not your responsibility."

Another sigh. "I know, but it's the least I can do. I should go – talk to you later, kitten." 

"Try to get some sleep!" Minho managed to say just before she hung up. Though, knowing Iris, he doubted she'd get any blink at all tonight. 

Putting his phone down to the counter, Minho pressed the heels of his palms to his closed eyes. If he hadn't liked the thought of Iris driving the three hundred-plus kilometers distance between Seoul and Pohang before, he disliked the idea of her driving said distance with little to no sleep even more. 

Then an idea suddenly occurred to him. It just so happened that he had these two days off; he'd planned to spend some time with his mother, who's currently in town for the next couple days, but now his brain was starting to formulate a different plan. His mother would understand, he thought, because she loved Iris too. 

Which was why, on the next day past lunchtime, Minho found himself getting off the car he'd ordered to take him from the train station to the address Iris' father had given him. It was a small house her mother had bought before moving to Gimpo, where their family always stayed whenever they came here, and that was currently empty because everyone was still at the late uncle's residence for the funeral wake – as promised by Iris' father, a means to ensure Minho's privacy. Minho couldn't help but feel touched by the thoughtful gesture. 

Despite already being told where they kept the spare key and to "make himself at home", Minho decided to wait on the front porch and get comfortable on one of the chairs there instead. Hence when the car he recognized as Iris' entered the driveway not an hour later, he immediately saw it and got to his feet in an instant. 

"What the – " Even over the sound of the car's machine, Minho could already hear Iris' exclamation from inside the vehicle. She quickly turned off the engine and scrambled out of the car, making her way to Minho with long, heavy strides. "What in the world are you doing here?" 

Minho grinned at her. "Just in case you need something more than listening to me yap." 

"But why – when – how did you – " She seemed to be at a loss of words. Still grinning, Minho opened his arms just a little bit, just as a little suggestion. Just in case. 

Iris seemed to catch on the hint. With a defeated sigh, she finally stepped forward and into Minho's arms, letting him envelope her in a hug and hold her tight. He felt her melt against him, burying her face on the crook of his neck. "I have so many questions," she said, her voice muffled. "But not gonna lie, I'm also very, very tired." 

"That's okay," he murmured to her hair. "You can both ask your questions and have your overdue rest on our way back to Seoul." 

She lifted her head to look at him. "Did you seriously come here only to drive me back?" 

Minho shrugged. "You know, just in case." 

"Unbelievable," she said, as if to scold him, but the effect was softened because she was leaning her forehead to his. "Lee Minho, I've told you many many times before, you can't just keep doing things like this for me." 

"I'm not doing this for you though," Minho countered. "I'm doing this for me. Doing things like this makes me happy." 

Iris let out a half-hearted scoff. "Traveling from Seoul to Pohang just to drive me back to Seoul makes you happy?" 

"It does." He gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "Because I get to take care of you, something not many other people get to do. And as I've told you many many times before, you better get used to it because I'm not stopping." 

She held his gaze for a few silent seconds, then offered a small smile. "Thank you," she said softly. 

Minho leaned forward to press a kiss on her forehead. "Now let's go get your stuff and go home."

previously on | coming up next Find more stories from Minho & Iris and the rest of Stray Kids here!

[ceylonolivetree]

Tessa and Scott gave the living minutes of their lives to each other for 21 years! That's 1/4th of an average human life! They've evolved so much individually and their relationship has probably changed too. It's inevitable but...😭

There are moments we've witnessed of them that we will never get to see again. THAT HURTS SO MUCH!! Even if they reunite again, it'll never be the same.

We will never see candid selfies of them with their heads squished next to each other, maximising their joint goofiness!

We will never see them falling asleep on each other's shoulders in between brutal practice sessions and we will never see reels of Scott sleeping like a baby, secretly filmed by Tessa.

Their hugs, oh, those long hugs. We will never see those long hugs where they press their hearts against each other, disconnecting themselves from the chaos around them to enter a little world of their own. Those hugs where they whisper, "It's just you and me" or "Together..." Those long hugs that felt like a secret language, a silent promise that said, "no matter what we have each other"

We will never see Scott caressing his face with Tessa's hands while locking eyes with her. When I say locking eyes, I mean locking eyes in a way that screams, "Gosh, I love you!"

We will never see them chilling in a car, just simply enjoying each other's presence or blasting songs? 😂

We will never witness THE MOST INTIMATE HUG THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN again

Image from (GIF by Orlagartlands)

Scott is never going to hear that thing Tessa does between a laugh and a cry.

*I'm wiping tears while typing this*

We will never see their impromptu dance sessions where they just let loose and become completely uninhibited besties!

(Are the present Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir even real because I can't believe that they are the same people featured in this video. Like, I doubt that we will get to see this bestie energy between them again! Arghh)

We will never get to see them touching their foreheads like swans in love. Honestly, romantic couples could never match up with the kind of chemistry these *very intimate* platonic lovers had.

We will never get to see them holding hands like they have the 'Can't let go of my partner's hand' syndrome.

We'll never get yo see footage of extroverted Scott annoying introverted Tessa in the most aww-dorable ways.

THE LIST IS ENDLESS BUT I'LL STOP HERE BECAUSE I'M CRYING

[spatialwave]

limoreau training together!!

you read my mind!!! omg. thanks for asking 🩵 word count: 769

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ever since their unfortunate run-in with luke, jordan had realized that marie needed some help with training. it’s not that she was a bad fighter, per se, but she could use some refining. to learn how to analyze movements within seconds and how to predict what others may do. most of all, to feel confident enough to not have to run from a fight.

since she was only a freshman, she didn't have access to the combat classes that helped strengthen jordan's abilities. intro to crimefighting could only teach you so much. that's why jordan decided to mentor marie because the last thing they wanted was for her to get hurt. especially now that they were getting looped into the mess that was created by brink and dean shetty.

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"you can stop going easy on me now," marie's voice was harsh as she spoke from the other side of the mats, her forehead wet with sweat and voice breathy. her knees were slightly bent and two fists held out just in front of her.

they were focusing on hand-to-hand combat during this training session. jordan wanted to analyze marie's strength and agility. not only that, but a bloodied gym wasn't favourable to the others who were training on the equipment.

"fine," jordan answered with a knowing smile, their female form shifting into their male form as they cracked their fisted fingers with their thumbs, "don't cry when you get hurt." they teased, to which marie only replied with a playful roll of her eyes.

she was the first to step forward, ducking quickly when jordan retaliated with a thrown fist. as she straightened up, she slammed a fist forward into jordan's stomach and was greeted with no reaction, just the slightest sliding of their feet along the floor mats.

"fuck," she whispered under her breath, knowing that with jordan in their male form, she would hardly have a chance at getting at them. it was her own fault for wanting more, even though she hadn't pinned them down - not even once.

they'd been fighting for over twenty minutes now and her back had met with the mat five times already. hovered over by a smug jordan. if she could be using her power, she knew that things would be going differently.

"not sorry," they whispered to her, grinning once more as they grabbed her wrist and pulled her past their side until her chest landed hard against the ground. the pulsing sound of their shifting form was heard as they pressed their smaller hand firmly against her spine and held her against the mat, "are you done yet?"

marie groaned as she turned her head, looking over her shoulder as far as she could, "what kind of training is this?" she huffed as she struggled beneath jordan's weight, "it's not really fair when you get to just be... impenetrable whenever you want!"

a laugh bubbled up from jordan as they shifted themselves off of her, standing up slowly and holding a hand for her to take, which she did reluctantly, "it's not my fault i'm a double package," they smirked, "and i seem to recall you asking for me to not go easy on you." they answered.

marie let out a grunt as she stood up, fixing her tanktop straps that had fallen down her shoulder, which hadn't gone unnoticed by jordan's prying eyes.

silence took over for a moment between them, only the sounds of their heavy breathing being heard. along with the sounds of the other students who were clanging metal weights around.

"okay," jordan broke the silence, "come on, poor sport. next time we'll cover the place in plastic tarp so you can get me all bloody," they spoke rather theatrically, their lips curved into a tight smile that reached their eyes, extending their hand once more for her to take.

marie's doe brown eyes flickered down to their hand, meeting it with her own so their fingers intertwined perfectly, "you're a dick." she said, unable to hide the happiness radiating off of her even though she was trying to be annoyed with them.

"not a dick. just realistic," jordan added as they nudged their shoulders together, "and have to promise me that you won't get pouty when i inevitably throw you across the gym," they added as the two of them walked off of the mats and towards the locker room, hand-in-hand.

"i'd like to see you try," marie said through a smile that she couldn't shake off, leaning over to press a kiss to jordan's temple as they went for a shower.

[a-m-pyra]

First Burn: Ch6 Surprise (American McGee's Alice/Lies of P)

It all started in the morning. Everyone went down for breakfast, including Mrs. Seymour, and after a few minutes no one was interested in the food, but in the baby Alice was carrying in a wicker basket. 

According to the card attached to the basket, the girl was six months old, and her name was Evie. She was cold and terribly hungry. Everyone immediately rushed to help. Mrs. Seymour rocked her in her arms and held her close. Nan Sharpe prepared milk for the girl, Alice, on Mrs. Seymour's instructions, contacted her aunt, who gave away her daughter's cradle and bottles, and he, Otto and the children collected blankets and pillows for her. 

Everyone forgot about breakfast as they watched Mrs. Seymour feed the baby, who grabbed the bottle as if afraid someone would take it away. Cormac also came interested in the baby, so much so that Mrs. Seymour had to push him away so that he wouldn't irritate her with his excitement.

“She's so sweet,” said Dodo, who got a few punches on the shoulder from Diggie, who joked that he was a softie.

“What kind of mother would do that?” Gemini spoke up, and P realized he had been asking himself that question.

“There are different situations, Gemini. She may have been assaulted, not ready to have a child, or simply not have money. She chose the most humane option anyway,” Mrs. Seymour explained, adjusting Evie in her arms. “I guess we'll have to take care of her together.”

“I'll bring her my toys,” Inez said.

“Can Angela and I look for clothes for her?” Abigail asked.

“I can ask the girls if they have anything from their babies,” Alice said.

“And I can be a long-distance nanny,” Gemini announced, making P look at him with a raised eyebrow.

Mrs. Seymour laughed.

“Any help will be worth its weight in gold.”

Once Evie was fed and Mrs. Seymour helped her burp, she became a completely different baby. Instead of crying, she made sounds that P found quite delightful, or she would pick on other children by crawling up to them and grab their ankles or the hems of their dresses, or she would crawl up to Cormac who was lying under the sofa and grab his ears, and cuddle his stomach. 

And Cormac, despite being a large dog who looked extremely menacing, seemed completely unfazed by the pulling on his ears. Sometimes he would just sniff her and then put his big head back on the floor, letting her continue playing.

When Alice went to work, Mrs. Seymour took care of the sessions, Mrs. Sharpe took care of dinner, and only he, Gemini, and Otto remained on guard.

“Kids are adorable, aren't they, P?”

P looked at him, then back at the girl who was holding the teddy bear by the ear, babbling at it.

“It’s the first time I see a human baby.”

“You said you helped a woman find her daughter.”

“It was a puppet. And this is a human baby.”

Evie crawled towards them. Otto picked her up and sat her on his lap, facing him, making silly faces and funny noises at her, making Evie laugh hard and contagious, making Otto barely contain his giggles and P smiling softly.

He reached for a pencil and a sketchbook, intending to sketch. Evie leaned against Otto's chest, watching what P was doing, accompanied by the questions Otto was asking her. P glanced at the girl from time to time, and after a while he returned his gaze to the pages of the sketchbook. 

He wondered if he should draw Spring. She looked like the kind of cat that would like babies, maybe she would be interested in them; and Evie would certainly be interested in Spring, just as she was now reaching towards Gemini's lamp, which stood on the sofa between him and Otto, or as she was playing with Cormac's ears.

After a few long moments, he turned the sketchbook towards Otto and Evie, showing a sketch in which the girl was sleeping and Spring was resting her head on her belly.

“Who's in this drawing, Evie? You? Yes, you. Together with the kitten,” Otto told her as she smiled at the drawing, reaching towards the drawing of the kitten. 

So he wasn't mistaken after all, Evie actually took an interest in Spring's drawing, smiling and giggling. 

P sighed heavily.

“I don't really know how to deal with children.”

“You're doing great so far, pal. I'm proud of you,” Gemini assured.

“Maybe you want to take her in your arms?” Otto suggested, and P suddenly felt himself tense.

“No, no. I don't want to hurt her.”

“She's such a strong girl, she'll be fine. Come on.”

“No, I prefer not.” 

Otto shrugged and continued entertaining Evie until dinner. Then Mrs. Seymour came down, fed Evie again and spent the afternoon with them, leaving only to put the fussy girl down for a nap and inviting Abigail to the session.

P stood over the cradle with his head tilted slightly to the right, watching the sleeping girl. Evie seemed so terribly delicate, so much so that he was afraid he would hurt her, catch her wrong, squeeze her too tightly with his legion arm. 

He heard quiet footsteps. He looked at the door, noticing Mrs. Seymour. She walked over to the cradle and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Alice is home from work, you can go to the living room if you want,” she whispered and P lowered his head. “Everything's all right?”

“Yes, it's just new to me.”

“I see.” She looked into the cradle when she heard squeaking. “See, she's waking up.”

She whispered to her, gently scratching the center of her chest. P smiled as she opened those blue eyes of hers, looking at them and yawning at the same time.

P laughed softly.

“Do you want to take her in your arms?”

“Otto already asked about it. I don't want to accidentally hurt her.”

“You have more gentleness than many women. I'll show you, okay?”

He nodded and followed Mrs. Seymour's instructions, realizing after a moment that it wasn't that difficult after all. After a moment, Evie was in P's arms, and he realized that she was not as light and delicate as she looked.

“So you see? You're doing great.” She patted him on the back. “You can entertain her a little. Swing around, make silly faces or sounds, and I'll go get Alice because she has big news for you.”

“For me?” he asked as Mrs. Seymour was already moving towards the door. 

“You'll find out soon,” she said and disappeared down the hall, and P did as Mrs. Seymour said, rocking Evie and trying to make her laugh.

She smiled and reached for his hair, and P felt warm; on the body and chest. After a moment, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and a moment later he felt Alice's hand on his shoulder. She tickled Evie's belly as she greeted her. 

“You're doing pretty well.” She looked at his face. “And another gray streak appeared.” She grabbed a strand of hair that Evie was trying to get at. 

“You're kidding.”

“No.” She giggled. “Put her in the cradle, because I have news for you that you’ll need to sit.”

P nodded and soon waited for Alice to tell him what happened. 

“And so?”

She smiled broadly and took a few breaths.

“We have the green light.”

“What? I don't understand.”

“We will exhibit it Cruel. Vicious. Vengeful. !”

He parted his lips.

“Are you kidding?”

“No! The head agreed.”

He hugged her with joy, and Alice hugged him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You have no idea how happy I am. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” She pursed her lips, and P noticed that she was smiling strangely. 

“What?”

“Well, I have a proposition for you. I just need to know if you can sing.” She grabbed his hands.

“I don't know, I've never tried, why…”

“I would like you to play Jean-Pierre Interdit.”

He blinked, silent. He had no idea what to say.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded vigorously. 

“I didn't expect… I…”

“Do you agree or not?”

He looked at the door where Mrs. Seymour stood. She winked at him in support.

“Great. I agree.”

Alice squealed happily, falling into his arms again. When P looked at the door again, Mrs. Seymour was no longer there.

[random-writer-person]

His time of the month

Remus Lupin x Reader

word count: 2453

warnings: swearing, verbal fight, angst, GROVELLING

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you and remus were in a very committed relationship. You have been together for a mere 3 months but you already loved and trusted each other dearly. Though on this particular day Remus was acting strange. Almost as if he was distancing himself from you. You were worried because Remus is usually very attentive and loving. At breakfast instead of giving you a kiss he just started to cut his toast into four parts as always you looked at him confused.

“Are you alright today love?” you ask concerned.

“Hm? Oh yes I'm alright, why?” he looks up at you slowly, almost confused.

“You didn't give me a kiss you never miss giving me a morning kiss” you say playing with your fingers.

“Oh I'm sorry love come here” he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss on the cheek. He never kisses you on the cheek, always on the lips or forehead. You chose not to think about it too much, maybe he just wanted to try something new who knows. During the rest of breakfast you sat in silence, another strange thing because it's usually always him talking about a book he's finished or just started and you talking about whatever you are focusing on at the moment.

As you're walking to class, Remus does not hold your hand as he usually does. He just walks beside you and once you get to your class he says goodbye and leaves. No kiss no hug no nothing just goodbye. You walk inside your class feeling very down and thinking the worst about his strange behavior. You sit down in your seat not realizing that James and Sirius were already beside you. Your thoughts are filled with remus.

“Hey y/n you alright? you seem down "James says, rubbing your back gently. James has always cared for you like a sister and you found much comfort in talking to him about whatever you're struggling with.

“I think Remus might break up with me,” you say, hugging James and trying to hold back your tears.

“Why would you think that? He's smitten with you, "Sirius says looking very confused.

“I thought so too but today he's acting so strange I don't know if I did something to cause him to act so distant or maybe I'm just overthinking the little things. He's just not being as affectionate as usual” you lean on your hands trying to figure out what is going on. The boys look at each other and then look back at you.

“y/n i'm sure he's fine, maybe just give him a day or so and he'll be back to normal. If not, we'll talk to him. He's not going to break up with you "James says, rubbing your back again.

“Yeah maybe you're right, maybe he was just tired” you say nodding your head trying to believe it.

After class you head down to the library because you and Remus had planned a study session together. You find a seat in the place you and him usually sit and start doing your work while waiting for him. After you finished one of your assignments you look at the time confused because Remus still wasn't here. The clock said it had been an hour and a half. Sad and a little worried you pack up and head back to your common room. Maybe he just forgot. Once you get inside you hear James, Sirius, Remus and Peter all talking loud and having fun. You stand behind them confused because Remus seemed completely fine and still missed your library date. When James noticed you he called out.

“Hey y/n come join us” as soon as he said that all of them turned towards you. At this point you're holding back tears because you think Remus is avoiding you.

“No that's alright i'm kinda tired” your voice cracks at the end and james is immediately concerned.

“y/n what's wrong? What happened?” He stands up and walks towards you.

“Nothing i'm fine” as soon as he's in front of you and looking at you with those worried eyes you break down and start crying. When James tries to hug you you just push him away and run to your dorm room. After some time passes you hear a knock on the door. You slowly get up and open the door. As you open it you see lily.

“Hey lily” you try to smile but it doesn't work much.

“Hey love james and the rest are really worried they asked me to check on you” she said as you opened the door wider for her to come in.

“Did Remus seem worried at all?” you ask desperately as you sit on your bed.

“Yeah he looked like he was almost in tears i think james was yelling at him” lily says sitting beside you.

“Remus forgot about our study date and when I walked in here they were all just laughing and having fun. On top of that remus has been acting distant today. I'm scared he's going to break up with me.” you say whipping the new forming tears.

“Honey he's not going to break up with you, why don't you just talk to him about it?” she says gently rubbing your head.

“Yeah i guess you 're right let's go to dinner maybe he's there” you say getting up and splashing water on your face then heading to dinner. As you walk in you see all of them in their group and Remus is looking sad and tired. When James sees you he waves you over and makes room for you to sit next to him in front of remus. As you're sitting down Remus looks at you but doesn't say anything.

“Are you okay love?” James asks, putting a hand on your back.

“Yeah im okay i was just overreacting” you lay your head on james’ shoulder as you take a bite out of the carrot on your plate.

“You're really gonna flirt with my best friend right in front of me?” Remus asks as angry as you've ever seen him.

“What?” you panic lifting your head up looking him straight on.

“Your not going to acknowlage me then your going to flirt with my mate right in front of me what the fuck?” he says standing up getting more angry.

“Mate we were not doing anything, take a breath” James says trying his best to calm him down. Everyone is looking at you and you are mortified.

“Nah fuck you you were flirting back” remus said turning to james.

“Remus sit down you're making a scene” sirius tries his best grabbing his arm remus shakes him off.

“I'm not going to stand by and watch this bitch and my mate flirt” Remus said to sirius.

“Bitch? I'm a bitch now? No fuck you remus were done” you say standing up and walking away lily getting up to follow you.

“Good I don't need to be with a whore” Remus yells across the hall.

“Shut the fuck up you ass hole” james says getting up and following you out as well. Once you're out you let the tears flow.

“Guess i was right he didn't want to be with me” you sob. “I need to be alone right now lily but thank you” you walk aways to your dorm trying to keep what little dignity you have left. As soon as you get in your dorm you put on your pajamas and sob yourself to sleep. The next morning you can't force yourself to get out of bed and go to breakfast so you just lay there and think about what Remus said to you and break down all over again. You try to pull yourself together when you hear a knock at your door. You open it and again its lily.

“Hello, love how you are holding up?” she says, opening her arms.

“Not great” you chuckle sadly and fall into her arms.

“Come on let's get you ready for breakfast James said he'd make sure Remus won't be there” she says walking into your room.

“Okay i guess if he's not there” you say letting lily get you ready not having the energy to do it yourself. Once looking semi presentable you head out to the main hall. Lily was making you feel just a tiny bit better. Once in the main hall you start eating and talking to Lily. It's great until you hear yelling from outside of the hall. It was james.

“What do I do?!” you ask panicking because it means remus is outside.

“Get under the table” she said, panicking as well. As soon as she said that the doors slam open and you make it under just in time for Remus to start calling out for lily.

“Lily, lily! Where is she? I need to see her” he says, sounding frantic.

“I can't tell you that she doesn't want to see you because you messed up,” she said, trying her best to keep you hidden.

“Lily, you know that wasn't me talking. I need to explain to her what happened. '' He said it almost sounded like he was crying.

“I'm not sure that if she knew she would forgive you, it still doesn't excuse what you did” she replied. You start getting curious about what they're talking about so you move to get out.

“What are you talking about?” you say, sliding out.

“Oh merlin thank you y/n please let me explain what happened please that wasn't me last night please talk to me” he said begging with tears falling down his face.

“Fine, explain” you said, crossing your arms.

“Can we do it somewhere private please” he says looking at the people in the hall.

“Sure but James is coming with us to make sure you don't try to touch me” you say standing up.

“You don't trust me” he looks at you sad.

“Not anymore no” you shake your head. You start walking out of the hall, James beside you and Remus beside him. You find an abandoned classroom and walk in there. You sit on a desk and cross your arms.

“Okay explain” you nod your head towards him. He shakes his hands out nervously.

“Okay um well if you didn't know yesterday was the full moon and um when the full moon comes around i'm not myself i change i become hostile basically i turn into a werewolf” he says his hands shaking and him pacing. “You've never seen it before because i've always made sure to avoid you on that day, and i reacted so badly towards you because i love you and before we started dating i always thought you liked james' ' that was the first time he has ever said he loved you. You sit there in shock for a minute.

“I don't care that you're a werewolf, honestly it's just a part of you, and I sort of understand why you did what you did but I think I need some time to build that trust with you again.” you are looking at your hands the whole time trying to figure out if what you're doing is the right thing to do.

“So what are you saying?” Remus asks desperately.

“I forgive you because I know you had no control over what you did but I also need some time apart just to fix myself,” you say looking at him. He nods his head and a few more tears fall down his face.

“Okay I understand , take as much time as you need, uh can I just give you a hug?” he looks desperate and james looks at you, you nod your head and he throws himself at you. “I'll wait as long as you need i love you y/n” this causes you to start crying as well.

“I love you too Remus” you kiss him on the cheek and leave the classroom to go to your classes.

The next two weeks are completely and utterly filled with Remus trying to fix his mistake. He carries your books to class for you, he gives you chocolate at random moments of time, he makes sure you eat enough food at all three meals. Basically he's just trying to convince you to give him another chance and honestly you had to admit that it was working. So after two weeks of thinking it over you have decided to take Remus back. You talked it over with Lily to ask for her advice and she said that she supports me in my decision to give him one more chance. So you walk into the common room to ask Remus to talk when you see him talking with james.

“James, I love her so much I can't live without her. I just hope that she will forgive me one day.” You smile at his words and walk farther in. When he sees you he goes quiet and smiles at you and you can't help but smile back.

“Hey Remus, can I talk to you for a second?” you put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet.

“Of course love leads the way” you chuckle a little bit then lead him to the seats by the window in the common room. The seat is so small that when you're sitting there together your legs are touching and looking up at him your lips almost touch. It was then that you realized just how much you missed kissing him. So you did just that. You kissed him and he kissed back. It was only for a minute but it felt like just what you needed.

“Sorry i just missed that” you chuckle a little embarrassed.

“That's okay don't worry i enjoy kissing you” you blush and smile at him and he smiles back.

“Oh right, I wanted to tell you something, sorry” you say, laughing at yourself. “I think that I am ready to try this relationship again.” you play with your hands.

“Really!? Oh thank you i love you” he's so excited he pulls you into a hug and starts kissing you all over your face till your laughing and pushing him away.

“Remmy i can't breathe” finally he stops kissing your face and instead just stares at you.

“I love you ya know i wouldn't have been able to live without you” he gently raises his hand and places it on your cheek rubbing it.

“I love you so much. '' He gently pulls you into a kiss and your life just feels 100 times better than it has for the last two weeks.

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hope you guys enjoyed

XOXO

Good day night whatever

[apollogies-p]

Prompt: Fathers Who'd Kill

A part two to my other story and yet another really late addition to ToApril 😭🙏🙏

@toapril-official

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"Wha, shit-"

With a fluttering chiton, Apollo stumbled into the cottage he shared with Chiron and Artemis.

Speaking of Artemis, "Artemis! Artemis! Please, I need your help!" Dragging a hand down his face, he continued, "Me and, me and Chiron got into an argument and he's run off!" With a scoff (and just a few tears shed), Apollo realized Artemis wasn't going to help him anytime soon. It had been a little over four hours, and the sun was starting to set.

Under any other circumstance, Apollo would've been able to track Chiron, no problem (what you think his sister's the only one with tracking skills?) but unfortunately, he's afraid his dear little sister may have trained Chiron a little too well. No matter how far he strained his ears, Apollo never registered Chiron's soft footsteps or his breathing, and whatever traces he did find were in vain.

Chiron, his Chiron, his beautiful baby boy, was going to be at the mercy of all of those monsters. Chiron was eleven, and he couldn't defend himself, gods his dear son was still afraid of the dark for Hades sake!

He stepped out into the cool summer air and knelt in front of the cottage, the grass still wet with mildew. Ignoring the grass stains he was bound to get on his chiton, he screwed his eyes shut and began to pray.

Lady Persephone, goddess of Spring, Queen of the Underworld, and Wife to Lord Hades. Please. Help me. Chiron might be in danger.

Apollo's grip on the grass tightened, please, I can't lose him.

He closed the connection with Persephone and haphazardly wiped his tears away. Crying won't help his son, and neither will waiting.

Scanning the area for dryads left him with nothing. He was going to have to search further down the mountain. Most dryads would've turned in for the night the moment the sun started to set. With nothing more than a thought, Apollo appeared at the edge of the mountain, peering down the steep land.

Shit. He was going to have to go down the mountain wasn't he?

Under any other circumstances, this would've been an easy task, but as much as he loathed to admit it, he was terrified. The pit of anxiety and fear of potentially losing the same little kid that made the past decade the best he's ever lived grew stronger every passing moment. Holding his hand out in front of his face, he realized he was trembling.

Suddenly behind him, a burst of something that can only be described as the pure essence of spring overwhelmed his senses.

"Apollo? Honey, what's wrong?" Apollo turned around, and he lost it; he wept openly in Persephone's arms. "I lost him Persephone, he's gone!" It was through sheer miracle that she was able to piece together his incoherent blubbering.

"Apollo, sunshine, look at me, love. Please look at me." Her hands were so warm against his tear-stained cheeks, but all he could think about was his beautiful boy gone- just like so many of his other children-

"Apollo!" His eyes focused on Persephone's deep brown skin, and he forced himself to breathe.

"It was, it was just supposed to be an average training session Perse, but Chiron got frustrated, and he just-" Apollo licked his lips, he felt so winded, so human.

It wasn't a feeling he enjoyed.

With a shaky sigh, he rose from the ground, nose scrunching in disgust at the wet cloth of his chiton sticking to his knees. Persephone rose with him, and it was with a clearer head that he was able to properly recount exactly what occurred.

Persephone let out a soft hum and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "Let me fetch my mother and we'll ask the local nymphs for help, " With a sly grin she added, "they'll listen to a pair of natural goddess for sure."

He returned the smirk and held Persephone's hand, giving it a firm squeeze before removing it from his shoulder. "I'll scour the forests again, Chiron couldn't have gotten far." He was gone before Persephone could even nod.

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Six hours.

Six long hours of searching for his son and nothing. It was a miracle that Apollo only had one minor breakdown during all that time. By hour three, he had gotten so emotional that he wailed in Demeter's arms as she whispered comforting words to him.

He supposed she knew what it felt to lose a child too.

Now, Apollo stood in a small clearing in the middle of the dense forest. The sun long gone, and now, with his sister in the sky, Apollo felt a little less nervous, just a little. The clearing was no doubt the former home of a pack of hellhounds, if the clumps of fur were anything to go by. Reaching his hand up the lower branches, Apollo grabbed a small clump of the jet black fur. It probably belonged to a small pup with how dark and unusually soft the fur was.

"Chiron..." He whispered. I'll find you, Chiron, I promise.

With a huff, he took off one more, leaping past rivers and rocks. He could feel the slimy eyes of all kinds of creatures following him. Apollo prayed to any god that'd listen. Please let him be safe.

Another hour- or had it been thirty minutes? Apollo's racing heart and thoughts made it hard to keep track of time-

Snap!

He whipped his head towards the source of the noise, it was at least about twenty kilometers away. Maybe he it just a rogue monster, a cyclops, perhaps? But his instincts told him otherwise, his body screamed at him, gocheckgocheckgocheck-

A sob pierced the air, harsh but quiet enough that, had Apollo not been a music god, he would've never heard it.

Apollo's never moved quicker.

He charged into the, now destroyed, glade. His eyes took in the scene, hellhounds everywhere, at least three fully mature cyclops surrounding a foal. No-

His son.

Pure fury filled his senses. Bright and violent like the sun should be. His body moved quicker than his thoughts. Golden dust painted the trees and ground. With a roar of pure rage, he shot down all three cyclops towering over Chiron, his baby. Finally, with a swift movement of his arm, light erupted, searing the remaining hellhounds that failed to leave in time.

Apollo turned his attention to his child, bloodied and bruised. He had to quell the rage that threatened to bubble over.

"Chiron, sunshine? It's just me, you're safe now." Knelt down to his level, Apollo opened his arms, and that seemed enough for Chiron. He tackled Apollo, tears quickly staining his chiton.

"Father, I was so scared! I'm so sorry I should've never said those things! I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry..."

He cradled Chiron, taking his blubbered apologies, raking his fingers through his ruined hair.

"It's okay, my dear centaur," Pressing soft kisses on the top of head, "I love you so much. I'm sorry it took me so long to find you."

Together, they cried, taking every moment to reassure each other that they were okay.

Apollo walked home that day with a newly healed sleeping centaur, and if he curled up next to his son, pressing tender kisses to his forehead and mumbling sweet nothings, then none would be the wiser.

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Bonus:

Watching them sleep

Demeter: are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Persephone: that we should totally draw a sketch and give it to the muses to paint?

Demeter: yes

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Someday We'll Both Be Happy Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader Word Count : 2.8k TW : heavily revolving around Hyunjins death ; reader in denial ; heavy angst ; smut ; unprotected PiV intercourse (practice safe sex!) ; Felix guilt ; use of the word c*nt and p*ssy ; Request : @whatudowhennooneseesyou : I would love...LURVE for you to take my hyunjin/Felix fic I did it for you and create your own version of it. A/N : OF COURSE I CAN! IT WAS SUCH A WONDERFUL FIC, AND I REALLY HOPE THAT I CAN MATCH OR EVEN BE CLOSE TO THE QUALITY OF THE FIC THAT YOU WROTE FOR ME! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THIS!!

There’s many ways that one can handle the loss of someone they love, they could dive into a deep depression, isolate themselves from everyone around them that only want to help. They could become manic, creating a wedge between themselves and everyone and everything. They could go to extremes to try to heal that aching wound they felt in their chest, and if it doesn’t heal, go as extreme as possible and try to join that person that they lost. There were a lot of ways one could go about mourning… And sometimes you questioned whether your method of coping was any better than anyone else’s. You remembered clearly how it started, the way it felt, the way your heart for a short time felt like it had been healed completely, and then how it seemed to break even more when it was over. 

You sat on the edge of Hyunjins bed in the dorms, your body curled over one of the many hoodies that had been in his closet, one that he had worn the most, it carried his scent just as well as his sheets and his pillows did. You clutched onto the fabric as if holding it any closer, any tighter would somehow bring him back, tear stains blotted the light fabric, turning it a darker shade of gray as you sobbed quietly. You refused to leave the room, it was possibly the fifth day, although you weren’t quite sure how long you had really been in there. The state of denial you were in had you sitting there for hours on end, not allowing your eyes to even shut for a split second, believing that at any moment, he’d walk through that bedroom door and pull you into his arms and apologize for making you wait so long. 

“Y/N…” The soft voice came from outside the door, but it wasn’t the voice you had been hoping for, listening for. It wasn’t who you wanted, and when the door swung open, you were disappointed, yet not surprised to see Felix standing there. His own eyes were bloodshot red and puffy from his own crying sessions. “You can’t just lock yourself away in here… It’s not good for you…” He whispered, chewing his bottom lip as he looked you over. You looked far worse than he felt, and he could only imagine how you felt right now. You and Hyunjin had been together since the end of your high school years, and he had watched your relationship blossom into something so beautiful, he almost envied it if he hadn’t been so happy for his best friend. 

“I-I’m fine… I’m just waiting for him… He’ll be back any second now.” You mumbled, your fingers pulling at the fabric as you stared down at the weaving of it, the stitching that connected the hood to the base. Such an intricate thing it was, making clothes… He had so many… “He must be running late…” 

Felix took a deep breath, walking further into the bedroom and sitting beside you on the bed, placing his hand over yours and squeezing it lightly. “You know he’s not coming back… You know that…” He kept his voice soft, not wanting his words to sound too harsh or abrupt, but he also knew that you needed to be slowly led out of this train of thought that you were on, conducted solely by your denial and your depression. “You saw him…” You had both seen him during the viewing, and Felix had been the one that had held onto you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you from collapsing. “He wouldn’t want you to be like this.” 

“How… How am I supposed to be…?” You muttered in between heavy breaths, your chest rising and falling so quickly, Felix worried that you might be hyperventilating. “I can’t be without him… I just can’t… I love him… I don’t want to go on without him.” Your head fell against Felixs shoulder as loud sniffles sounded right beside his ear. 

He had promised Hyunjin that he’d look after you, that he’d take care of you no matter what happened, and he knew that right now he needed to live up to that promise in any way that he could. “Shh… Don’t say things like that. You don’t mean that…” You meekly nodded your head to disagree with him, and his arm wrapped around your shoulder to pull you closer against him, kissing your forehead lightly to try to soothe you. “You need to stay strong… Not just for you, but for him too. Tell me… What can I do to help you? Let me help, I can try to cheer you up.” 

Your head lifted slowly and he quickly wiped away the streaks on your cheeks that the tears had left behind before your eyes glanced around the room. Lining the walls and the flat surfaces of the room were a multitude of frames with pictures of him and everyone that he loved, and while most of the pictures were of you and Hyunjin together, a majority of the others were snapshots of him and Felix together. They were closer than any other two people that you knew. “He really loved you too…” You murmured, reaching out to grab one of the frames that were on the nightstand, brushing your finger over Hyunjins smiling face, perfectly preserved in the wooden frame. 

“He was my best friend…” Felix agreed in different words, looking over the picture that you were holding, feeling his heart ache as the memory of when the picture had been taken filled his mind. “That’s why I’m here to help you… That’s what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to be here for you.” He carefully grabbed the photo from your hands and placed it back on the nightstand before turning his body in your direction. “So what do you want to do? Are you hungry? You haven’t-” 

“Can you be him?” You murmured, your eyes dropped down to your lap as you continued to fumble with the hoodie, tugging on its strings now. The question threw Felix for a loop, he didn’t know what exactly you meant, and he was kind of worried to hear what you truly meant by the question. “Please… Just once… To help me…” You let go of the hoodie for the first time in days to grab Felixs hands and move them to your hips, your eyes pleading with him as you looked into his. “To help me… Say goodbye to him…” 

It felt wrong, he hadn’t even done anything and it felt wrong. He knew that he had promised Hyunjin that he’d be there to help you, but he didn’t think that this would be one of the things you’d want him to do. He was torn. Saying no to you would only hurt you more, and you didn’t need the extra pain, but giving in felt like he was betraying his best friend. Would Hyunjin even be okay with something like this? God, he needed some answers, he needed them as soon as possible, because the longer he looked at you with his current dumbfounded expression, the more he could see the tears forming, your eyes glossing over. 

“It’s okay…” You whispered, letting go of his hands, and he let out a soft sigh of defeat. “You don’t have to… That was… I don’t even know… I just thought…” You took a deep breath, grabbing the hoodie again and holding it to your chest. “You can go now…” And as if Felix had been kicked or pushed forward, he reached out to grab you again, his hands flying to your waist and pulling you closer to him as his lips crashed against yours. 

There was a sense of… relief in the action, as if he were pouring out his every emotion into the kiss, all of the feelings of pain and loneliness that he had felt since losing Hyunjin, he was letting them go with you, just as you were letting go of those same feelings with Felix. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your body pressed against his, pushing him down against the mattress as you climbed on top of him. “W-Wait…” Felix gasped, cupping your cheeks as he gently pushed you back. “Are you sure… This is what you want to do?” He questioned breathlessly, and he felt selfish in wanting you to say yes. 

Your head nodded quickly, your pupils dilated with lust as you rolled your hips against him, his eyes squeezing shut and his tongue darting across his lips as his hips instinctively bucked up against you. “Please…” You murmured, and he didn’t need anything else for him to pull you back to him, his lips meeting yours desperately, soft moans leaving him as your ass continued to grind down against him, his hands moving down to your back, needily pulling up your shirt. 

He knew that he had a part to play, you didn’t want him to be Felix, you wanted him to be Hyunjin, and he wasn’t quite sure how Hyunjin made love to you, but he knew how he himself would have liked to. He was living out a selfish fantasy that he had kept to himself for so long, and it felt even worse that he was thankful to Hyunjin for giving him this moment with you. 

You pulled back, a thin line of spit connected your mouths and Felix felt his cock twitch against the confines of the sweatpants he was wearing. You were gorgeous, it wasn’t a new observance, but seeing the flustered look in your eyes, the way your lips swelled from the roughness of the kiss, and the way your body looked in the low light of the room once ridded of the clothes that had covered your figure, he felt ravenous, his mind went blank, only filled with thoughts of you. “Touch me… Hyunjn…” You whispered, and the sound of his best friend's name had him partially snapping back to reality. This was all for you, to help you heal, this wasn’t for him at all, you weren’t even thinking about him. 

He hummed softly, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, squeezing them as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, feeling them perk up against his palms as he kneaded them gently, watching your face for your reactions. “Do you like that, baby?” He cooed, your head rolled back and quiet breathy moans left your half parted lips. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Was he playing the part right? He had absolutely no idea, but you nodded your head so eagerly, he felt like he was doing something right, and as long as you weren’t stopping him, he could give you what you needed and live out his most selfishly sinful desires. 

You were swiftly laid on your back against the mattress, your hands moving along Felixs body as you tugged at his own shirt, and he quickly discarded the t-shirt, throwing it to the floor before slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of the pants you were wearing and tugging them off. Your back arched off the bed, making it easier for him, and once you were completely bare, he could see just how wet you already were with your legs spread for him, giving him the perfect view of your slick cunt. “Hyunjin…” You whispered out the name, and Felix hummed quietly, slipping his own pants down and letting his cock spring free. 

His tip was already coated in precum that he stroked along the head of his cock and along his shaft before leaning over you, letting himself relish in the feeling of the swell of your breasts against his bare chest. You were so warm, so close, fuck he was lucky to have been Hyunjins best friend, to have been given this chance just because of that alone. “Tell me if it’s too much…” His lips brushed against the corner of yours as he spoke as he teasingly slid his tip between your slit, collecting your juices and slowly stroking them along his cock before pausing at your entrance, waiting for your approval. 

“Hyunnie… Please… I need you…” You whimpered, your hips pushing up in an effort to feel exactly what you wanted. You were absolutely beautiful, the way your hair sprawled out around your head on the pillow, and he took a moment to drink you in, every single inch of you, before slowly pushing in, reveling in the sound of your breaths being cut off, your back arching off the bed, and the feeling of your tight cunt stretching around him. 

He was drunk on the feeling of you, how wet you felt, how warm your slick walls felt as they wrapped around him and sucked him in deeper. “Shit…” He hissed between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut and his face buried in the crook of your neck as he bottomed out inside of you. Your arms wrapped around him so tightly and your nails dug into the skin of his back, but he didn’t mind it, he could barely even feel it, his mind hyper focused on how good it felt to thrust in and out of you, the way you seemed to squeeze him tighter whenever he hit a particular spot deep inside of you. 

“Hyunjinnie… You feel… So good…” You whined as Felix picked up the pace, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room, and your words only spurred him on, making him go faster. It wasn’t Hyunjin you were complimenting… It was him. You thought he felt good, and even if you were thinking of Hyunjin right now, he was the one that was fucking you right now, bottoming out inside of you. He was the one making you feel good, making you whimper and moan. “K-Keep going… Don’t stop… Right there…” You moaned out, your legs wrapping around his waist and pushing him deeper. 

“Just like that, huh baby?” He teased, kissing along your neck, tasting the saltiness of the sweat that was beading up along the exposed skin as his hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb working against your clit in quick circular motions. “You like that? You wanna cum?” He felt dizzy, his brain was fogging up as your pussy squeezed him even tighter, your moans becoming louder and your words coming out as nothing but jumbled nonsense. 

“I do… I… Gonna cum… Soon…” You whined loudly, your legs shaking as they tightened around his waist. You were so fucking hot like this, and you only got hotter when you practically screamed, the feeling of your cum seeping around his throbbing cock had him falling over the edge, hot strings of cum spitting from the tip of his cock as he continued to thrust, your moans mixed with his own were like music to his ears. 

As you both came down from your highs, his body collapsed on top of yours, his cock still buried inside of you as you both caught your breath. “Baby… Are you okay?” He whispered when he felt your chest shake and your breaths turned to muffled gasps, your hand covering your mouth to try to conceal the noise, but you were given away when he heard your soft sniffling. “Hey… Hey, Y/N… Hey…” He looked up, noticing the fresh tears that were falling down your cheeks, and he kissed them away as quickly as he could. 

“Goodbye… Hyunjinnie…” You whispered out, followed by a loud sob, and that’s when it hit Felix once again. What he had just done was nothing more than a coping mechanism for you, a way for you to finally say goodbye to him, and he became highly aware of the feeling of still being inside of you, the feeling now filling him with guilt and regret. 

“I…” He didn’t even know what to say, and he slowly pulled out of you. “I’m sorry… I just…” He stammered, grabbing his clothes off the floor and putting them on as quickly as he could, unable to even look at you without feeling even worse for what he had just done. “I have to go… I’m sorry.” He rushed out of the room without even a second glance back at you, pulling the door shut rather loudly behind him. 

You were left alone once again and you didn’t even know what to do, where to go. Hyunjin was gone… And now so was Felix. He seemed ashamed, maybe at you, maybe at himself… And now you were left with the heart wrenching feeling of losing the only person that you had left, the only person that made you still feel slightly close to the one person you loved the most in the world. 

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Personal Birth Clinic Submission

Name: Megan

Hair: Shoulder-length and wavy pink hair

Eyes: Bright, brown eyes

Body Description: Tall and slim with light skin. Surprisingly slim hips for being so pregnant, and small, perky tits (Though they've grown some during her pregnancy). She has stayed slim, and is thus practically all belly. A tight little pussy that is completely shaven.

Personality: Very sweet and friendly. Doesn't handle pain well and was glad her partner Sam (female) was there with her.

Megan held her protruding belly as she lay on the bed, smiling over at her partner, Sam, as the two of them waited for the doctors to finish setting up the ultrasound equipment. As she was tall and somewhat slim, Megan's belly stood out on her surprisingly small figure, though even it looked smaller compared to other pregnant women at this stage. Megan had been having contractions all morning, which were mild, but very close together. The two of them not wanting to take any chances, Sam had drove them to the clinic. "Alright, let's see what's going on in there," the doctor said, looking into Megan's bright brown eyes as a nurse applied gel to Megan's bare bump. "Ok, whatever you say, doc," Megan responded sweetly, brushing her long, wavy pink hair out of her face. As Sam and Megan both watched the nearby screen, the doctor panned the wand over Megan's belly and located the fetus after a few seconds. "Ah, he looks very healthy," the doctor stated. "And look, he's already turned!" "He should be coming very soon!" "I believe you are in labor, miss!" Megan beamed and glanced over at Sam, who mirrored her happiness. "I can't wait!" the young mother exclaimed happily.

"Uuuggghhhhh!" Megan moaned, two hours later as she waddled around the room, holding her belly and grimacing in pain. The contractions had definitely increased in both pain and intensity over the past hours, proving that Megan was indeed in labor. Sam rubbed her partner's back, as the laboring mother cried softly. "Oh, Sam, it really hurts!" She squeaked out, between sobs. Sam nodded. "I know it does," she answered somberly. "I know you're in so much pain, but just think, we'll meet our little boy soon, and it'll all be worth it!" Megan smiled at her, despite the pain she was in. "You're right," she said, panting slightly. "We'll see our son, and I so can't wait!" "Bet he'll be cute, like you!" Megan giggled, as Sam embraced her. "I love you!" She said to Sam, before letting out another loud moan. Sam held her partner as the contraction passed, listening to the normally sweet and friendly girl she fell in love with, cry in terrible pain. "Here, let's sway together," Sam suggested, and Megan nodded. Clutching her laboring partner, the two of them began to rock on the spot, Megan's head on Sam's shoulder as she whimpered in pain, while Sam consoled her gently. The two of them stayed like this for a while, Megan sobbing and Sam whispering comforting words to her.

"OOOW AAHHH IT HURTS SO BAD!" Megan screamed out, another two hours later, as she lay spread out on the bed, her legs open wide exposing her small tight pussy that had been clean shaven. Sam was beside her, holding her hand as Megan wailed through the contractions, which seemed nonstop now. After their swaying session, Megan had taken to walking up and down the halls of the clinic, and after two trips of this, had painfully declared that she was not walking anymore. Sam had suggested the birthing ball, and after Megan had rolled on it for a few minutes, she had begged Sam to massage her back, and had gotten in a position for her to do so. However, not long after Sam finished, Megan began pleading with her for relief, saying that she could not stand the pressure anymore and wanted someone to do something, anything, to stop her agony. Sam had called the doctor in, and in the few short minutes it had taken him to get there, Megan thrashed around on the bed, moaning and crying loudly, clearly unable to get comfortable in any position. "IT'S COMING OUT IT'S COMING OOOHHH!" She bellowed, and squeezed Sam's hand so hard, Sam was in pain too. "Push, Megan, push!" The doctor ordered, and Megan pushed, desiring the pain to go away. "I CAN'T DO THIS IT HURTS SO BAD!" Megan cried out after the push was over. "Yes, you can," Sam assured her. "You can do it, just think of seeing our son!" "I JUST WANT HIM OOOUUUUHHH!" Megan screamed, and was pushing again, contraction or no! She could not help herself, as she let out one loud moan after another. Sam stroked her partner's sweaty pink hair with her free hand, as the laboring girl pushed and pushed. In between her legs, her vagina bulged open and a large mess of dark hair appeared. "Baby's about to crown," the doctor announced. "I can see the baby's head!" "Now, you're going to feel..." "AAAAAAHHHHHH OOOHHHH GOD!" Megan interrupted, as she felt her vagina burn with the weight of the head. "OOOHH GOD GET HIM OUT PLEASE!" "You're doing that all by yourself," the doctor responded as he felt around on Megan's pussy and the head, checking that everything was going smoothly. The doctor then looked into Megan's brown eyes and nodded, signaling to her that she could push it out, and with a loud scream, she did so!

"Here, do you want to feel the head?" The doctor asked the two girls, and they both nodded. "Sam, you... you go... first," Megan said, panting as the head hung out of her. Sam reached over and cupped the head with her free hand, smiling brightly as she felt it. "There he is Megan!" She said happily, looking into her face, which was covered in tears, sweat, and some of her pink hair. Megan had just enough time to reach down and feel the head herself with one hand, before she groaned in pain. "Alright, one or two good pushes will get that baby the rest of the way out!" The doctor said to them. "Ready?" Megan yelled as she began to push. "Go Megan, Go Go Go GO!" Sam cheered, and watched as the baby slipped out of her partner's vagina and into the doctor's arms, crying loudly. "It's a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced, presenting him to Megan, who was crying in relief and joy herself. "You were outstanding!"

(Your character rolled a 4 = single baby birth)

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✦ ( i need the positivity today <3)

send [✦ ] so I can fanboy over you/r writing!

ANU MY BELOVED.

The one who started with me and who I hope I finish with too. You've heard me scream, screm and cry over your in every way. I WILL DO IT NOW AND FOREVER.

we'll leave your writing for last since I do it so often.

You're so talented. Like fuck all you are SAUR TALENTED. Everytime you send me a wip of your drawings my heart clenches. THEYRE SO PRETTY. I love how you draw eyed and hair personally.

Your eyes hold so much emotion. They mean so much in the way you colour and shade them. AND THE HAIR. They look so shiny and sleek, and I love it. I hope you show me your drawings forever and ever.

You, yourself, are so easy to talk to. Every conversation with you is fun and we have so many laughs. YOU GET ME. and I love our petty sessions 💅 You've helped me so much, from showing me xkit to offering and THEN making me dividers for my muses. You're always so interested when I just need to ramble about my babies.

And finally, you're writing.

It's absolutely magnificent. You're so intentional with your words. Every one of your muses are unique and they have so much life in them. From their saddest to their happiest to their in betweens. You stay true to them and their ruthlessness, their weaknesses and their strengths. I hope when we write together I give even a SMIDGE of that to you because I'm left in awe alwaaaaaays.

Thanks for writing with me ♡

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 117 - Twin Troubles Part 2

Gemma finds the two women in the hallway, seemingly looking for where the girls went.

Gemma: Mommy, Ms. Paisley, we was eatin' in Trent's room and Claudia and Marina started hittin' and yellin' and bitin' each other!

Ophelia: Whoa, whoa. Slow down. Why were you in Trent's room? You were supposed to stay in Claudia and Marina's room. It's not nice to go in there when he's not home.

Gemma: I-I-

Paisley: It's fine, Ophelia, those two would get up to something no matter what room they're in.

Ophelia: Okay but shouldn't you go in there and do something?

Paisley: Even if I did, they'd just, like, ignore me.

Ophelia: Maybe talk louder then.

Paisley: No, they can hear me, I meant they wouldn't care what I say.

Ophelia: Well you can't just let them kill each other.

Trent picked a great time to come home.

He can hear Marina crying and Claudia shouting from his bedroom. Of course Paisley couldn't hold down the fort for a few hours. Next time, he'll just ask his group partners to work on school projects at his house.

Trent: Paisley. Killing it, as per usual.

Paisley: Sorry, Trent! I was working on my singing with Ophelia, we were only gone for-

Trent: Whatever. I'll clean up your mess. What else is new?

Ophelia: Trent, it's just as much my fault. We'll keep the girls with us next time.

Paisley: I can go in there now and sort things out.

Trent: Don't bother. It's not like you'd know what to do. I think you and I both know the only thing you're good at, and the only reason my dad married you, involves you being on your knees.

It's probably not Ophelia's place to parent someone else's kid, but a loyal Sim like her isn't gonna let that slide.

Ophelia: TRENT! That is a completely disrespectful thing to say. Apologize, now!

Trent: Okay, I'm sorry!

Trent shuffles off in shame to deal with his sisters.

Trent's absolutely mortified from being called out by his favorite singer. Doesn't take too long to shake it off.

He splits the girls up and goes for the usual instigator, Claudia.

Trent: We've talked about the food thing, Clauds.

Claudia: Gemma did it!

Trent: Nice try.

Paisley: Thanks for standing up for me.

Ophelia: I know Trent's a kid but that needs to be nipped in the bud.

Paisley: He's not usually that mad, it's my fault. Those two can't be left alone or else they'll bicker.

Ophelia: He still shouldn't talk to you like that.

Paisley checks the time on her phone.

Paisley: Oh, Juan's going to be home soon. Trent's going to tell him I was a total fail with the girls. I promised him I would keep things under control while Trent was gone and I screwed it up again. No wonder they don't trust me with them.

Ophelia: You can blame me if it'll take some heat off of you. We probably shouldn't have expected a bunch of 3 year olds to stay in one spot for longer than 10 minutes.

Paisley: I guess… I just feel like I'm letting Juan down. I want the kids to like me but they still don't.

Paisley: I thought they'd warm up to me by now. Juan and I have been together for three whole weeks.

Ophelia: I'm sorry, WEEKS?!

Paisley: Uh, yeah?

Ophelia: I think they still need a little more time, sweetie. Teen or toddlers, kids struggle to adjust to big changes like that.

Trent's still dealing with the girls.

Claudia: Why don't Marina gotta go to timeout?! She bit me!

Trent: Unlike you, she apologized. And she didn't wreck my room. Come on.

Claudia: I wanna talk to my lawyer!

Trent: You don't know what a lawyer is.

Claudia: I still want one!

Paisley: I'd understand if you don't want to come back.

Ophelia, despite her better judgment, says otherwise.

Ophelia: No, we had a good session today. I'd love to keep working with you, if you'll have me.

Paisley: Oh, of course! Thank you, thank you!

Back at the Lemon residence, Ophelia chats with Gemma.

Ophelia: Sorry if you didn't have much fun today, muffin.

Gemma: I had fun 'til Claudia and Marina started fightin'. Why'd they do that, Momma?

Ophelia: Well, sisters fight sometimes.

Gemma: Me an' Lulu don't fight.

Ophelia: Well, it's hard to get in a fight with someone who can't talk. You and Lulu will probably fight someday.

Gemma: I don't wanna! I love Lulu!

Lulu is loving the taste of her shoe.

Ophelia: Sometimes we argue with people we love. Doesn't mean we love them any less. I'm sure Claudia and Marina said sorry and things are fine now, and it'll be the same if you and Lulu ever get in a fight.

Gemma trusts her mommy. She's never lied to her before!

Gemma runs off to play and before Ophelia puts her to bed, has a conversation with Lulu.

Ophelia: Please don't be as chaotic as the Esposito kids. I need you to be my nice, calm girl forever, okay?

Little Lulu Lemon, future yoga queen and zen guru, will take that to heart.

[scienceandserenity]

Title: Sheldon's Unexpected Adventure

(Scene: Sheldon and Margaret's apartment. Margaret, a one-year-old baby, sits in her crib surrounded by toys. Sheldon enters, carrying a stack of scientific journals.)

Sheldon: Ah, Margaret, it's time for our daily intellectual stimulation session. Today, we'll delve into the intricacies of quantum mechanics.

(Margaret coos and reaches out towards Sheldon with a small toy in her hand.)

Sheldon: Fascinating. It seems you're more interested in exploring the realm of motor skills development. A commendable pursuit, albeit not as intellectually stimulating as quantum physics.

(Margaret giggles and drops the toy, reaching out for Sheldon's glasses instead.)

Sheldon: No, Margaret. We've discussed this. Daddy's glasses are not for baby's entertainment. They're for maintaining optimal visual acuity during scientific endeavors.

(He gently removes his glasses from Margaret's grasp and places them safely on the table.)

Sheldon: Now, let's resume our discussion on the wave-particle duality of light. It's a fundamental concept in modern physics that—

(Margaret interrupts with a loud cry, her face contorted in discomfort.)

Sheldon: Ah, I see. It appears our discussion will have to be postponed momentarily. Are you experiencing gastrointestinal distress, Margaret?

(Margaret continues to cry, prompting Sheldon to pick her up and cradle her gently.)

Sheldon: There, there, Margaret. Daddy is here. Let's investigate the source of your discomfort, shall we?

(He carefully checks Margaret's diaper and discovers it needs changing.)

Sheldon: Ah-ha! Aha! It seems we've uncovered the culprit. Fear not, Margaret. Daddy is well-versed in the art of diaper changing. This shall be a routine procedure for me.

(As Sheldon changes Margaret's diaper, she giggles and coos, seemingly enjoying the attention.)

Sheldon: There, all clean and dry. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the wave-particle duality of light—

(Margaret reaches out and grabs Sheldon's finger, her eyes wide with curiosity.)

Sheldon: Ah, Margaret, you never cease to amaze me with your inquisitive nature. Perhaps our discussions on quantum mechanics can wait. For now, let's revel in the joy of this moment together.

(He sits in the rocking chair, holding Margaret close as they share a quiet moment of bonding.)

Sheldon: Parenthood truly is an unexpected adventure, isn't it, Margaret?

(Margaret babbles in response, her tiny hand reaching up to touch Sheldon's face.)

Sheldon: Indeed, my dear. Indeed.